Twilight shut the fifth Cube Librarium, and sighed happily. Spatial magic was so fun and sexy. All … mathy. With some hot under-the-covers cosmology and the folding and …Yeah. Okay, too many distractions. "Okay, Barb, I think we can check that off... Oops," Twilight said with a laugh.

Barb, of course, was doing her own packing. Twilight made a little sniffle, and her wings fluttered; she felt a strange tenseness in her left leg. "My little dragon, all grown up and writing her own checklists," she said, and turned to cross off the various books on the list she'd packed for the two year journey.

After a few moments, Twi felt a vague, itching sense in her left thigh, the powerful muscles squeezing and rubbing against… something? With a bit of irritation, the amazonian alicorn steadied her checklist with her inkwell, and reached down with her left hand to scratch the itch while getting back to checking things off the list.

It took Twilight finishing checking off the items, and a soft "gnar gnar gnar" sound coming from her left side for her to realize that she wasn't scratching an itch so much as batting the mane of…

"Shy?" Twilight asked, a bit shocked both at the fact that the hugely curvy seven-foot tall Fluttershy had wrapped herself around Twilight's left leg at all, and the fact that she hadn't noticed for some time. "Shy, why are you … uh… gnarring, on my leg?" she asked, confused.

Fluttershy glared up at Twilight and stopped gnawing against the lavender skin for a moment. "I challenge you for dominance!" she said in her fiercest tone, like a feather being shaken angrily into the wind. She then redoubled clutching at Twilight's thigh, apparently trying to put the huge quadriceps into some form of lock or hold; she was being somewhat hampered by the fact that her breasts, easily comparable to Twilight's own gorgeous and gargantuan rack, kept shoving into her face or squishing around Twilight's thigh in a way that made it impossible for Fluttershy to really get a good hold along the side of said thigh, let alone wrap around it.

"Uh…" Twilight said, a little stunned, actually, and she sniffed the air. No, she's not in heat, Twilight thought; that was usually the only time Fluttershy got aggressive enough about sex to even consider a challenge. "You what now?" she asked, taking refuge in independent verification of what her memory was telling her.

Fluttershy let out a blood-curdling… um… well, more like blood-slightly-disturbing "battle cry." To whit, she said in a voice just above conversational tones, "Argh! Battle cry! I said I challenge you for DOMINANCE, you big selfish meanie!" Despite the attempt at fierceness and the at least mostly credible attempt to grapple Twilight's impossibly ripped leg, Twilight could see little tears in Flutters' eyes.

This promptly concerned Twilight much more, and, ignoring Fluttershy's protests and demands that Twilight "meet the challenge, you, uh, coward, sorry, but… meanie! Sorry," Twilight gently pulled Fluttershy up off her leg and up into her arms, resting her against her breasts as she looked over Fluttershy with a brief horn glare to make sure Flutters hadn't gotten into the dark magic or something.

This proved to be something of a mistake, as Fluttershy began flailing and whacking her arms, legs, and breasts into Twilight's sensitive mammaries, setting off shockwaves of pleasure and light pain in Twilight, who grunted. "Fluttershy, what is wrong with you?" she asked, blinking.

Just as suddenly as the panicked flails had begun, they stopped, and Twilight almost dropped her beloved friend and fuckbuddy then and there. Fluttershy's left eye went wide open, the hypnotic blue filled with… not quite rage, but something like it. Her right eye narrowed to an almost predatory point, and Twilight was hit with the all the considerable psychic force that Fluttershy could muster, the Alicorn Stare.

"Don't you think that just because you're big, and buff, and hot, you can just ignore ponies and give all the goodies to other mares without consequences! Just because you're super sexy doesn't mean it's right for you to get away with it, and I want you to get down on your knees and eat me out right now!" Fluttershy commanded, her voice suddenly much less laughably soft.

Under ordinary circumstances, Fluttershy's Stare was a thing to be feared. Even the intensely stubborn minds of Twilight's right and left-hand mares, Rarity and Applejack buckled under the Stare when a frustrated or heat-driven Fluttershy turned it on them. Rarity could fight off the effects and just let them wash over her; Applejack wasn't usually so lucky unless she had a way of catching the former pegasus Fluttershy and forcing her to look in another direction, fast.

But Twilight's mind was a strange and powerful thing. Forged in the fires of friendship and honed by both the keen intellect and perfectionistic lusts of Princess Celestia, the Stare was a challenge, make no mistake… but not sufficient to budge her in the direction of those commands. It may, however, have been sufficient to budge Twilight in the direction that Fluttershy wanted, however.

Twilight's nostrils flared and her arm-muscles bulged. Still holding Fluttershy up against her chest, still locking gazes with the growling former pegasus, Twilight gripped her hands onto the elbows of her opposite arms, locking a wall of muscle around most of Flutters, with Flutters' lush breasts pushed up and over her own face and slightly to the side of her head, forced out of the way by Twilight's abruptly stiffening rack.

Without a further word, Twilight began to flex. And flex. And flex. Her forearms bulged, massive bulges larger around than Fluttershy's legs trapping her, but they were nothing compared to the swelling peaks of Twilight's indomitable biceps, pushing Fluttershy in from the sides, captive and utterly at Twilight's mercy. And Twilight was indeed the chief muscle bitch of the Elements of Harmony, the most changed by her transformation into an Alicorn. The most powerful, most horny, most overwhelmingly dominant cunt of the lot…

Which basically, of course, meant that Twilight was squeezing Fluttershy with loving care for her tender "wimpy" gymnast-amazon of a lover, keeping her trapped in a heavenly prison of squish and strong, both mares' breasts rubbing together and bouncing over the smaller Fluttershy in wild abandon. Twilight didn't know it, but in that moment, the lustful look in her eyes, the slight bite she dug into her lower lip and the extension of her neck to look down at her sweet, trapped subbie were quite a bit like some of Celestia's less subtle moments as Mistress Sun dominating Twilight in turn.

Fluttershy's attempted grrs and grars at Twilight, muffled by her own soft melons being forcibly rubbed over her muzzle, slowly turned into pants and whimpers of pleasure. Twilight felt Fluttershy's body twist and squirm in her arms, and let out a long, shuddering sigh herself before looking down as disapprovingly as she could. "I'm sorry, Fluttershy. What was that you said before?"

"I submit!" Flutters said happily, shifting her breasts around to rub and stroke the soft, incredibly responsive flesh of her unending mass of mammaries back against Twilight's taut teats, scraping her short, broad nips lovingly against the perfect hide. Flutters' toned, tough limbs clung, almost like a helpless foal, to Twilight's arms, nuzzling into the comforting strength. Twilight, in turn, relaxed some (but nowhere near all) of the force constraining Fluttershy in her arms, and carried the curvaceous mare over with her to a nearby chair.

Twilight sat, and deposited Fluttershy on her lap, cuddling the curvy alicorn close to Twilight's mammoth boobs. "Now, can I please get words and an explanation about what that was all about? Maybe with logic and coherent sentences, sweetie?" Twilight asked, and squeezed her friend just lightly again, resting Fluttershy's pink mane across Twilight's lace-clad cleavage. As she waited for the response, she teleported a hairbrush over to begin stroking and caressing the soft strands of hair gently. Time enough to introduce the hairbrush to Fluttershy's ass if she was just being a brat.

Fluttershy sniffled a bit and wrapped her arms around one of Twilight's huge knockers, pressing her cheek against it, sighing softly. Twilight reflected that Shy had come a long way, and at least no longer was paralyzed by fear on a regular basis. But one of the beautiful things about my bitches, Twilight thought, is that while we're heroines and leaders in the outside world, in here, a seven foot tall alicorn mare with the ability to control dragons with her mind, breasts literally larger than the rest of her torso, and equal power over animals and the gates of life and death can just be a sniffly, shy little subbie that the rest of us get to spoil and spank at alternate turns.

That appeared to be the problem, in fact, as Fluttershy stopped sniffling, and kissed Twilight's sensitive titflesh. "I'm… I'm really s-sorry. I…" Fluttershy inhaled, and clung all the closer. Twilight was so proud of how far Fluttershy had come. Instead of suppressing her own worries and needs, Fluttershy calmed herself, and smiled sadly up at Twilight. She explained, "Rainbow Dash was bragging about how she'd been an awesome throne for you for hours, and…" Fluttershy sniffled a bit. "And how she'd held herself perfectly still, and you took care of her, and made sure she got enough breathing-- well, she was complaining about that, but…"

Ah. Things went click in Twilight's head. Part of the "deal" with helping Fluttershy out of her shell in public was feeding her adoration of being utterly and completely taken care of in private. Which meant… "Oh, honey," Twilight cooed, noticing that Fluttershy was completely naked. Excellent; more efficient! Twilight gathered her smaller friend all the closer, shifting Fluttershy so their nipples touched across the lace of Twilight's demi bra.

Fluttershy whimpered, but with rather a happier tone this time. Twilight continued to press Fluttershy closer, their breasts pillowing out together. When she was close enough, Twilight leaned forward to seize a gentle, but firm kiss, claiming Fluttershy's mouth with her tongue. Twilight took her time, exploring the sweetness of her subbie's lips, wrestling Fluttershy's tongue into proper obedience.

Eventually, Twilight broke the kiss and smiled tenderly at Fluttershy. Twilight began to rock Flutters up and down in front of her, scraping their nipples back and forth together over the fabric. Just for fun, just for both of them, she started a light suction on both their nips with a soft magenta glow, tugging and pumping as the paired nubs rubbed against one another. She inhaled; yes, the sweet spice of Flutters' sexy little pussy lubricating for her. Twilight's own clit was beginning to pulse, She was fairly certain what they both wanted, but Flutters had challenged her. Which meant that Twilight got to enjoy … dragging things out.

Still teasing both of their nipples, Twilight moved Fluttershy around to rest her weight on Twilight's forearm, keeping up the slow rhythm. She kissed Fluttershy gently once again and smiled. "No climaxing, honey. You lost your challenge, remember," she reminded Fluttershy, and Twilight's nips and nubs got all the stiffer as her slutty Fluttershy squealed softly and nodded.

Twilight went back to brushing Fluttershy's hair, and said, "You felt jealous, didn't you, sweetie. And you were going to miss me, even though I left strict orders for Rarity and Applejack to take the best care of you."

Fluttershy groaned, bunching her long, deft fingers into comparatively little fists and wrapping them under her breasts, holding against her toned tummy. "Yes… yes… ooh, mistress, I'm sorry," she panted. Fluttershy stretched her thighs out, her legs resting on Twilight's hips. The scent from Fluttershy's bared pink and the lovely stroke of her flagging tail made Twilight moan, but she otherwise just waited for Fluttershy to continue her confession.

"I'm so s-s-sorry, mistress!" Fluttershy cried and leaned her head under Twilight's neck, nestling in. "And I know you fucked me good last night… but…" she let out a gasp, her beautiful voice shuddering and and quivering for Twilight, the little jerks made by her well-built torso pulling delightfully on the spell-born suction between them. "But they're not you, mistress," she said softly, and kissed her way along Twilight's neck. "They're not you. I was so jealous. I am so jealous," she admitted, each sentence a short, sharp squeak. For all her assumption of the submissive role, Fluttershy had quite the iron core, and she obeyed, concentrating on riding the edge of pleasure and not surrendering into the climax-- not yet, anyway.

Twilight smiled down at Fluttershy. "I don't think I need to full-on paddle your cute little bum," she said, with a gentle laugh as Fluttershy pouted. "But you do owe me a forfeit, honey, don't you?" Twilight said with a low, lusty whinny. She knew she was just encouraging Fluttershy, which was fine; Twilight's clit ached, and her checklist was checked; why fight it when Fluttershy giftwrapped herself for Twilight's dominating pussy?

Fluttershy smiled, her breathing still ragged, but some of the desperation gone. "Unnn… yes, mistress. I challenged you, such a naughty pet," she whispered. "And I've gone ahead and soaked your lap, so naughty," she continued, looking up through her mane at Twilight. Twilight felt like she could almost cream from that adorable, cute face… but she wanted cream on said adorable, cute face.

Twilight smiled. "I'm not too displeased with you, pet," she told Fluttershy, her hand at Fluttershy's waist drifting down to rub the beautiful, juicy expanse of Fluttershy's rump, rolling the squishy curves back and forth between her fingers. The very, very sensitive squishy curves. The extraordinarily responsive plot of Twilight's pretty little pet, whom Twilight had trained to lose herself in such rubbing.

Twilight cooed at Fluttershy again, wordlessly this time, as she watched Fluttershy begin to helplessly respond to the rubs. Often, Twilight's soft and sensuous little butterfly-babe would go completely and luxuriatingly limp when one of her tops was massaging her ass. But not this time. Twilight wanted Fluttershy squirming. Wanted her squealing with need. And Twilight got what she wanted.

Twilight didn't need to rock Fluttershy any more; the horny mare had started to bounce rapidly in Twilight's lap, hooking her ankles tighter around Twilight's waist, and using her subtle, hidden strength to just keep pumping and making cute little grunts as her nipples danced with Twilight's. Twilight let the suction spell fade; their breasts, especially from the areolae in, were sensitive enough in the first place, and Twilight wanted the high of forcing Flutters to work for her pleasure.

Twilight continued to stroke Fluttershy's tush, nickering lustfully at at her. As Fluttershy pleasured Twilight's breasts, Twilight moved her free hand around in front, her fingers curled. She gently kneaded Fluttershy's pussy mound, the light blossom of pink amidst the buttery yellow smoothed and ruffled with each motion. As Twilight's circling hand moved closer and closer to Fluttershy's needy clit, Fluttershy began to grunt and nicker more, her shyness losing itself in the lewd loving.

"M-mistress," Fluttershy groaned, unable to keep herself from rocking her body back and forth as well as up and down, her stiff nipples jittering everywhere, almost randomly moving across Twilight's responsive areolae. Fluttershy knew, just knew, from her wings to her horn to her pussy to her tushy that she had to keep moving. "Mistress Twilight, please, I need, I need…" she gasped and moaned, pouting as best she could between her shuddering paeans to the pleasure Twilight was "inflicting" upon her. With her wings in full unfurl for Twilight, Fluttershy rocked and rutted herself forward onto Twilight's knuckles, and back into the loving massage of her rump.

"Tell me what you need, dear pet," Twilight said softly, licking a little bit of drool off her own lips. She so loved watching one of her subbies squirm and plead, especially a creamworthy combination of perfect alicorn beauty and shy, giving submissive like Fluttershy. … And big, rough sluts like her Applejack, once "forced" to be prettified for Twilight's play, and… okay. As Twilight smiled from ear to ear, she admitted it to herself-- she loved making her Elements cum. Making her girls cream. And of course, forcing them to beg for it made it all the sweeter.

Fluttershy squeaked and squirmed a bit longer, her thighs soaked in arousal. In a few moments, though, she beamed up at Twilight and whispered, "I need to cum, mistress. Please!" With the plea shouted, truly shouted, she began to pull herself up and down against Twilight's breasts feverishly. Fluttershy never stopped, concentrating on using her nipples to stroke Twilight's, using her breasts to adore the more dominant mare's rack. But neither could she escape Twilight's hands, and that's how Twilight decided to bring her over.

"You're such a naughty pony," Twilight purred, and Fluttershy wailed in pleasure. "Such a very naughty pony, and naughty ponies who want to cum need to be punished," Twilight said, leaning close to the frantic Fluttershy, squishing their delicious mounds further together. Fluttershy's eyes went wide, her whimpers almost turning into a single long squeal, and she began to pump herself rapidly into the pillowy embrace of her mistress, who just nodded.

"That's right," Twilight said, and moved the hand at Flutters' cunt to push her forward, moving the smaller alicorn up so her hefty tits were most of the way on top of Twilight's equally oversized rack. As Fluttershy began to wail at the lack of sensation, Twilight's femmejuice-soaked hand grabbed her thighs and held her close. She whispered, "Cum, slut," in Fluttershy's ear-- and spanked her. Then again. "Cum, my slut," growling the word "my" and tugging the ear with her teeth, just before spanking Fluttershy's immense bubble butt once again.

Fluttershy lost her grip on everything but Twilight-- Twilight, and the sheer ecstasy of Twilight dominating her. Twilight's hand stung Shy's sensitive plot, but she knew she needed it. Deserved it, not just because she was a naughty pony, but because she was so good at being a naughty pony, and her mistress had decided she deserved to cum.

And so Fluttershy came, repeatedly, crying out Twilight's name as she was held atop Twilight's tits. Fluttershy's cunt spasmed and winked, desperately seeking whatever had been stimulating it before. Her horniness spread through her whole body, all but forcing her to hump anything now.

Nevertheless, dedicated and trusting, Fluttershy held on to Twilight's breasts, squeezing and squirming and rubbing her body all over them, the better to please the mistress who --"AaaaAHhhhh!" Fluttershy screamed, as Twilight spanked her again. The carefully flicked swat lit off a wave that washed prior climaxes all away under a fresh rush of stimulation. Fluttershy's scream was not one of pain; Twilight's light swats were never intended to harm in the slightest. It was pleasure, utter pleasure, heralding the intense orgasm Fluttershy's stimulated rear forced her into. And Flutters did so like being forced.

"Mm, that's it, sweetie," Twilight cooed at Fluttershy, who was rubbing her tits frantically over Twilight's rack, urgent and needy. Fluttershy had partially crushed the metal back of the folding chair behind Twilight with her feet, so desperate was she to gain purchase and hold onto the mighty mare who was owning her so well. Her heels held onto Twilight's back, her knees clinging to Twilight's sides, the strength in her legs fixed on the purpose of holding herself for her mistress-- for giving her a platform to better pleasure her beloved friend.

Twilight barely felt it, the chair not even registering enough to be mildly uncomfortable. But she did feel Fluttershy's urgent wriggling, the pressure of tit to tit and the flick of hardened nipples trapped in soft, embracing flesh, and Twilight felt no need to hold back. Her eyes lidded, Twilight scooted forward on the seat, grinding the muscles of her thighs over the puddle of her femme juices.

Twilight leaned in close, evoking a shuddering squeal from Fluttershy, and told her, "Make me cum, slut. Make me cream," before leaning in to pull Fluttershy's right ear lovingly with her teeth. As her teeth settled in and made the swift, careful jerk, Twilight brought her hand down in four quick, stinging swats, twice for each vast and luxurious buttock that Fluttershy was shaking. "Make… me… cum!" demanded Twilight.

Fluttershy swam in the ocean of sensation. Pleasured breasts and needy pussy, the tug on her ear telling Fluttershy she was a good bottom mare, ready to be used, and most of all, the glorious combination of sting and stimulation from the swats of her mistress' loving sternness… it was what Fluttershy needed to cum. Needed so bad! But it wasn't enough for mistress, and before she let herself dare to cum, Fluttershy knew she needed to please Twilight. To thank her for this wondrous pleasure, for taking her mind down to a level where the world's stress and care simply evaporated away.

Fluttershy's eyes grew a bit vague, and a distant smile was on her lips. Twilight smirked a bit. Was that Shy coming out to play, Twilight wondered. Flutters didn't really have a subspace "persona" the way Twilight herself did, but Twilight sometimes mentally labeled the aggressively submissive part of Flutters' lifestyle psyche as "Shy." When Twilight's cute little subbie friend went full on… Ooh, yes, Shy was definitely coming out to play.

Her facial expression still a strange mixture of vacantness and blush-flushed enthusiasm, Shy changed the hold her knees had on her mistress' side slightly, slowing her bounce down. Her horn flared, and she summoned a nearby bottle, uncapping it and beginning to drizzle lubricant down where yellow and lavender breastflesh met. Demonstrating again the incredible strength beneath her lush curves, Shy held her lower body rigid while limberly tilting her torso back, giving her room to squirt the warm liquid all along her gigantic melons. Capping the bottle neatly, Shy teleported it away-- and then swung her top-heavy body back up to begin rapidly, desperately rubbing her breasts against Twilight's, making sure to keep their stiff nipples rubbing and writhing together.

Twilight leaned back a bit, casually forcing the chair's mangled back further out of position. She suspected it'd be scrap by the time they were done, but… those were details for later. For right now, she shut her eyes and inhaled deeply, making Shy do all the work. And what lovely work Shy did, Twilight noted hungrily. Her breasts were giving her all sorts of wonderful sensations from the squish and shift of the meeting melons, and the tweak and tender dance of their nips was like lightning, shaking and twisting thunderously through Twilight's body.

Twilight kept her hands on Shy's ass, squeezing lazily, but otherwise making her "poor," eager bitch do all the work. As the bounce of boobs brought her closer and closer to her first orgasm, all Twilight would do is rub the jiggly excess of Shy's ass back and forth with her thumbs. Shy's half-frustrated, half-blissed out whimpers and grunts of passion were nearly as sweet for Twilight's horniness as the luxurious mash of their mammaries together. "Soon, Shy," Twilight groaned. "So soon, so close, dear slut… you can do it," she gasped, "Bring me over... so close, Shy!"

Shy obeyed. Her fingers were already working over Twilight's breasts and sides and arms. Shy knew where mistress' erogenous zones were; knew which muscles always needed caresses. Shy shifted in mistress' lap, twirling her slickened nipples around mistress'. Shy demurely looked up through her eyelashes. A smile on mistress' lips, a hungry glimmer in mistress' eyes. It was Shy's turn to lean across their squishy frottage, her fingers continuing their duty to pleasure wherever they could. She pressed closer, concentrating on both movement and ensuring her nipples were worshiping her mistress' thick nubs still, and offered her mouth to mistress.

"Please, mistress," Shy groaned. "Please cum for me? Please cum for me and kiss me, if it's okay with you, if I'm good enough for your pussy?" she whimpered, breath hot. Twilight reached up and grabbed the back of Shy's mane, pulling her in the rest of the way to kiss her fiercely, just for a moment.

Then, both of Twilight's massive arms wrapped around Shy's back, right under her wings. Shy had just a moment to luxuriate in the sweet sensation of being held protected against the whole world before the whinnying grunts from Twilight's lips turned into wordless cries of climax. The scent of marecum filled the room, and Shy squirted, too, squealing happily and burying her face against Twilight's cheek. Shy nickered and screamed, unrestrained by nervousness now, just needing to cum in worship of her boss mare's orgasm.

The shudders ceased after a few moments, and Twilight gave Shy a loving squeeze. One of Twilight's hands went back up to Shy's mane, petting and stroking through it as Twilight grinned. It wasn't a hazy, lazy grin; while Twilight was quite pleased, she intended to get so much more this evening, and she let Shy see all of that wicked hunger.

Shy was still gasping when Twilight said, "That was sweet, Shy. But you can really do better. I don't think I'm going to be satisfied with just that. You're just going to have to suck it up-- or rather, eat me out, is what I'm saying. I'm going to ride your face for a few hours, and honey…" Twilight leaned in and whispered into Shy's ear, "I'm going to make you work for it. I don't have any studying at the moment. You're going to have to get me to cum, and cum, and cum… I'm going to use you so hard, lovey."

Shy loved it. "Oh, yes, mistress! I mean… oh no!" she said in a soft, pleasured whisper. "Ohhhhh no, Mistress Twilight, but I've been so good!" The Stare hadn't worked, and Shy was just as glad the Lip wouldn't either, her mouth and especially lower lip quivering; she'd never use them if she thought there was a chance that her mistress might actually stop.

Twilight, of course, had no such ideas in mind. She tucked her arms under Shy's soft rump, and stood. With an embarrassed grin, Twilight cleaned the ruined chair, and teleported it down to maintenance. She'd fix it herself, but the girls had all made it very clear that none of them approved when Twilight stopped dominating them to take care of messes. The pouting! The sulks! Twilight couldn't handle it. Not when she had Shy's lovely combination of strength and softness to marehandle.

That, in fact gave Twilight an idea. With Shy still giggling and eeping and making seductive groans of repeated cries of , "Oh no," Twilight tightened her wings against their bases, and slung Shy up over her shoulder, the smaller alicorn's giant tits squooshed slightly against Twilight's back. Twilight gave a credible evil laugh, and carried Shy off.

It didn't take long for Twilight to get away from the aerial chariot loading docks and to a comfortable side room, set aside for generic "Use by the Princesses" on Friendship Castle's floor plans. Twilight mentally noted, with no small wryness, that the typical purpose these days actually tended to be "Use of the Princesses," as most non-sexual activities had plenty of better suited and more extensively equipped rooms within the castle's nigh-endless halls.

Speaking of which… Twilight grinned, and slung her friend and lover back around off her shoulder, and cradled Shy against her rack. "Hi there," Twilight told Fluttershy gently, and then kissed Flutters on the nose. "Given up on struggles for the moment?"

Flutters squirmed around a bit in Twilight's arms, groaning as their breasts, still slick from before, rubbed into one another. "I w-wonder why alicorn breasts are always so… tingly…" she said, not quite answering.

"Probably something something fertility, something something orgasms, honestly. Someponies keep distracting me when I try to research."

Fluttershy beamed at Twilight, and snuggled in for kisses once again. Eventually, Flutters stopped, and guiltily said, "Nope. No more struggles for me… unless you want them" Flutters asked, looking up hesitantly at Twilight from behind her pink mane, worried.

Twilight laughed softly, and shook her head. "No, sweetie," Twilight said with a fond smile, before continuing, "You don't have to keep struggling to end up wrapped up in my thighs. I meant it, too; I want a few hours worth of orgasms. We'll switch things up in a bit, but I want to start with you eating me out for a while."

Fluttershy's smile grew even brighter. "Thank you, Twilight," she said softly, and kissed Twilight again. "Thank you so much for being good to me, mistress," she cooed, and then wriggled just a bit. Twilight took the hint, and deposited Flutters down on the floor.

Although no less an heir to the power and grace of an alicorn than any of the other elements save Twilight herself, Fluttershy simply was not the same level of athlete as Dashie, and couldn't hold the same perfect position and still give Twilight the orgasms that Fluttershy fiercely insisted her mistress deserved.

So as Twilight sat down in one of the larger chairs, Fluttershy began to collect cushions and pillows around the room. Twilight smiled, watching her naked, jiggly pet run around, as determined as though she was going to be throwing a formal tea party for diplomatic guests. Fluttershy adored being a pampered pet, but, it seemed, to Fluttershy, that included taking care of her top when the moment was right.

Despite the telekinesis that all of the alicorns shared, Fluttershy still insisted on hand-serving her mistress whenever possible. She carried the various upholstery back to Twilight personally, cooing and making shy smiles as though an innocent maid, and not a potent alicorn with orgasmic and lubricatory juices still running down her thighs. As Fluttershy finished making sure that Twilight could sit as comfortably as possible with her plot almost half and half off the seat, Twilight leaned over and snagged Fluttershy by the waist.

Hefting her up, Twilight kissed the protesting Fluttershy full on the lips, holding it until she felt Fluttershy all but go limp in her arms. Twilight gently set Fluttershy back down on her feet, and swatted Flutters' jiggly tushy lightly. "Go get the reading pillow," Twilight said over Fluttershy's half-protesting, half-groaning response. "I'll tuck it in behind you," Twilight continued, and overruled Fluttershy's more definite protests at that.

Twilight stuck one of her hands down below her hard abs and said, "No arguing, Flutters!" as her fingers began to pin open her pussy lips and tease her clit lightly. "No arguing," Twilight repeated, letting out a pleased sigh and licking her lips, "Or I'll get myself off a few times without you." This, it seemed, was adequate to get Fluttershy moving; after a brief moment drooling at the sight of Twilight's exposed cunt, Fluttershy let out another worried eep and ran to get the reading pillow, a simple solution to the Unicorn Problem.

The Unicorn Problem had long vexed one third of ponykind, namely, unless one is less than adequately endowed in the horn department, there is, front or back, a certain degree of obstacle to going down on one's partner without either severely bruising their stomach or damaging one's own horn (which tends to offend). Those who suck on stallions have an easier time of it-- until the moment comes for the deep throat.

Throughout history, many solutions have been posited. While having one partner lay on their back works for some situations, it may eventually become boring, or a bed may not be convenient, et cetera. Investigating from the rear in the ancestral style still retains some awkwardness, especially if one's partner is well endowed in the pushin' cushion department. Twisting one's head slightly works for the more skilled, but adds a level of focus on things other than sexuality. Few ponies could manage to hold themselves as still and controlled as Rainbow Dash, let alone with a partner.

Some unknown hero proposed a solution which swiftly spread over the last few decades among the horned kind. Twilight vaguely wished she could cite whoever that was, or at least give them a medal. The answer, of course, was a simple reading pillow, able to give sufficient back support while allowing the head-giver to tilt back at an angle to properly please the one given head. For Twilight and the other alicorns, there was still some awkwardness, with the wings business, but as with chairs and pegasi, they managed.

Once Fluttershy returned with the reading pillow, Twilight, who had been masturbating to the thought of scientifically defining the problem and investigating its historical roots, as one does, smiled over at her sweet pet. "Down you go, dear," Twilight said. "Fingers aren't as good as a pretty slut's tongue," she added with a lewd-- if gentle-- smile.

Flutters blushed and nodded. "Are you sure I can't manage…" she started to ask while sitting down and arranging herself against the reading pillow, only to interrupt herself with a loud "Eeeeek!" as Twilight seized Flutters and the reading pillow both in her magenta magic.

Hiking up one of her broad, amazonian thighs into the air and extending her leg out straight, Twilight yanked Fluttershy so that her legs and much of her torso were beneath the tall-set chair, with the reading pillow tilted just so Flutters' mouth was inches away from Twilight's damp sex. "Certain," Twilight growled, and pulled her upraised thigh down, careful of Flutters' wings, and pressed her calf against the back of the pillow to push Flutters ever so slowly closer. "Eat me out, Shy. Do it now, and do it well," Twilight demanded, knowing well the effect it would have on her pet.

Fluttershy let out a long breath, managing only to groan, "Aahhhnnnnnnn!" as Twilight effortlessly trapped her again. But despite the thrilling frisson of fear Twilight's growl and the swift "capture" gave Fluttershy, she didn't truly think of it as a trap. No, this was safety. Mistress Twilight's pussy and Mistress Twilight's arousal told Fluttershy she'd be able to show how much she greedily loved her mistress; the impossibly strong leg wrapped around her back was protection against the world. Gratefully, Fluttershy inhaled deeply, her own sex gushing at the intoxicating aroma of her mistress' pheromones. This was where she longed to be; warm, safe, and owned.

Fluttershy ducked her head in against Twilight's twat with a swift, hungry motion, her shyness gone even as her Shyness came to the surface again. With her upper lip tugging lightly at Mistress Twilight's lavender labia, Shy began to swirl her tongue around just the very surface within mistress' walls. Shy knew mistress wanted orgasms, and fast, but also that building up was better than being too pushy. As Shy heard her mistress begin to breathe deeper and deeper, Shy knew she was doing the right thing.

Shy couldn't help herself from wriggling her squishy ass around. A good slut Shy might be, but she also knew she was such a naughty slut, rubbing her amazingly needy ass around on her cushion as a form of self-pleasure as she obediently ate mistress out. Shy knew it was naughty, but also knew that mistress simply didn't care. Shy hadn't been told not to cum, and as she gratefully teased her tongue along Mistress Twilight's demanding inner folds, she resolved to neither waste the opportunity nor to abuse it. Shy knew Mistress Twilight appreciated her bitches being disciplined, and Shy resolved to be as good of a naughty slut as she could!

Twilight reached up with her left hand to squeeze and fondle her left tit, fingers pinning her hypersensitive nipple between them and squeezing a light, rolling motion that helped to bring out her long gasps. Twilight began to wriggle forward, rubbing her cunny over Shy's mouth, marking Shy with her drizzling arousal. Twilight growled possessively, tightening her massive thigh around Shy's back and all but forcing Shy into her sex. "More!" she demanded, but smiled hazily; she couldn't quite see Shy over the breadth of her knockers, but she knew her lover well; Twilight began to gently massage between Shy's wingbases with her foot, using the heel carefully to rub Shy's taut, tense back.

Shy narrowed her world to her mistress, especially her mistress' musky pussy. The strong scent of a dominant, strong mare was there-- Shy's boss mare, the one who owned her, who petted her, who gave her nice toys (including nice mares and stallions) to play with, and who would cum all over her face if Shy was a good slut. Shy carefully shifted her head, glad that the reading pillow meant she didn't need to be too careful with her horn, and obediently followed the pressure of mistress' leg. Shy sealed her face to Mistress Twilight's cunt, her dexterous upper lip clinging gratefully to mistress' throbbing clit. She tugged and pulled, and deftly massaged the hardened little nub, but Shy wasn't just focused on the clit, no matter how important it was to pleasing her mistress.

Shy was expertly skilled with her tongue; in fact, her friends and their playmates all agreed that Shy's tongue work was the best of any of the Elements. Better yet, she had absorbed something of the "Flutterbat" in her apotheosis; her tongue was long, strong, and flexible, able to lap deep inside her mistress and slather affection upon Mistress Twilight's cunt. Which Shy did with gusto, letting out little grunts and gasps, nostrils flaring as she breathed in through her nose, her pupils dilating from the intense, sexual scent of Twilight's arousal. Her lip working ever so lovingly at mistress' pussy, Shy licked deep into the inner walls, flicking and touching, pressing the coiling tongue this way and that.

Twilight's G-spot was an old friend to Shy; Shy's help and go-to for getting her mistress off. Shy didn't just want to get Mistress Twilight off, though, no; as her tongue danced sweetly with mistress' hidden treasure and her lip adored mistress' clit, Shy began to squirm beneath Mistress Twilight, to wriggle and wiggle just so. Not only did it it help her to make pleasurably motions against mistress' labia, it helped paint the picture Shy wanted to show her mistress.

Shy wanted to show Mistress Twilight just how much of a slut Shy was. Not just how good, but how much of a horny, obedient, pussy-addicted subbie mare Shy was. And as she incited mistress to further and further cries of joy and delight, Shy looked up at the bottom of Mistress Twilight's breasts as though they were the central light of her world. Shy would have loved to meet her mistress' eyes, but having those giant tits around to love and worship was more than a sufficient trade.

Besides, Shy had absolute faith that Twilight knew. That Twilight could feel Shy surrendering utterly as Shy ate Twilight out. Shy looked up and gave her best adoring gaze not simply because she wanted it to be there if her mistress did somehow look, but because Twilight deserved that adoration, period.

Twilight let out a long, whickering cry, her wings beating against the back of her chair as the orgasm struck. Twilight squirted right down into Flutters' hungry mouth, her marejaculate pumping down in a stream. Twilight couldn't help herself; as the toe-curling orgasm hit, her thighs tensed, pinning her athletic subbie tight between Twilight's conquering legs. Even as her heel still fought to give Shy loving caresses between her wings, Twilight forced Shy up and down, rubbing Shy against her twat and making sure that the poor subbie couldn't swallow all of the splurt and squirt.

Shy squirmed and groaned, licking up Mistress Twilight's mess as she climaxed herself. She was trapped by her mistress, embraced by her mistress, and her face was used by her mistress. That was all Shy really needed, especially with her body already keyed up from serving mistress. As her orgasm continued, mistress coated Shy's face, struck with the inexorable urge to mark her friend as her bitch once again, and always.

After a few moments, Mistress Twilight felt her orgasm fade back softly and licked her lips. "A nice start, sweetie," she whickered down at Shy. "But my pussy needs some quality work. Maybe I should give my pretty little throne some incentive? Maybe use you as a footrest, too?" Mistress Twilight said, demonstrating her flexibility by hefting her right foot up until it was just about level with her waist-- and planted it on Shy's horn.

Shy immediately let out a series of short, ecstatic whimpers, the sensitive manactive organ reacting to just Mistress Twilight's broad foot planted against it. Shy was dazed by the sensation, her body still hot and reactive as the light climaxes mistress forced out of Shy in mistress' wake only left her skin, everywhere, and certainly at her hornbase, so tightly wound that Shy privately considered it a minor miracle that she wasn't losing control and just screaming constantly with pleasure into Mistress Twilight's crotch. That probably wouldn't have been quite as fun for mistress, so Shy resolved very sternly to make herself obey.

To obey-- that was what Shy knew she needed to do here. Her tongue and lips began fresh explorations of Mistress Twilight's thighs, kissing and licking there. Shy whispered little half-words, quiet noises of fascination with the interplay of plush fat over immensely potent muscles. Mistress' perfect, curvy body was fascinating to Shy, who always found her own curves perhaps just a bit too much? She much preferred hiding them behind her larger friends, or, as now, beneath one of her sexy mistresses.

Mistress Twilight let out a lewd sigh, and began to flex and curl her rippling six pack, using it to shift her hips and grind her rump towards Flutters without releasing her curvaceous bitch's horn. "Shy-y-y-y," growled Mistress Twilight. "Momma wants a pretty li-i-i-ght show… Have you been practicing how to just cum up top like I ordered?" she asked, trapping Shy's horn between her big toe and its neighbor near the tip of the horn.

Just as Mistress Twilight felt an immediate jolt of pleasure running up through her body, Shy abandoned her foreplay tonguing to prench out her mistress' streaming slit. Mistress Twilight could almost swear she felt Shy's magic running up from Shy's horn as Mistress Twilight footjobbed it; Shy had thrown herself utterly into the warm, entrapping embrace of mistress' thighs, obediently flexing that long, sturdy tongue into Mistress Twilight's twat, almost panicked with the desire to pleasure her mistress.

Mistress Twilight took that as a yes.

If it had been real panic, Twilight would have stopped; for that matter, Twilight had made freaking certain that Shy would tap out and/or safeword when panicking. With no pair of fingers submissively tapping her thighs, nor Shy pulling her head back to scream "photobomb," Mistress Twilight felt completely at home playing with Shy a bit more roughly.

So Mistress Twilight hooked her other massive leg up, temporarily exposing Shy's face completely as the lovely yellow alicorn ate Mistress Twilight's muff enthusiastically. While Mistress Twilight did like the sudden jitters and shivers of Shy imagining somepony watching her face-deep in her owner's cunt, Mistress Twilight had plans. Shy could shiver later.

Mistress Twilight's left foot hooked behind and beneath Shy's head and pulled her carefully up off the reading pillow to rest her horn along the line of Mistress Twilight's rapidly clenching abs. As Shy kept on worshipfully fluttering her tongue for Mistress Twilight's spasming slit, Mistress Twilight carefully pulled Shy up, and then trapped her there, her horn tip resting in Mistress Twilight's abs, Mistress Twilight's right foot jerking her horn off, and her tree-trunk left leg came down behind Shy's back again to hold her there-- and to press.

And press. And press. Mistress Twilight flexed muscles upon muscles against Shy's face, trapping her sub completely. There was cunt, and there was thigh, and there was foot on head and horn. Mistress Twilight did not permit Shy anything else, her incredible flexibility letting her hold the smaller alicorn easily, while still flexing, stroking, and squirming her body.

As for the horn, while Shy could and had cut armor plating in twain with it, it wasn't Mistress Twilight's abs that had the risk here. Shy was utterly vulnerable here; Mistress Twilight could snap the potent magical protuberance with just an unguarded squeeze of her six pack without any damage to her belly.

The fracture would be to Twilight's soul, and Shy knew it. Knew instinctively that Twilight would never harm her in the slightest. Use her, yes, Shy knew that and loved it. But hurt? Damage? No. And so Shy reveled in it. Reveled in being Mistress Twilight's trapped possession, her horn stroked aggressively by those impossibly hard abs, masturbated by pure strength in concert with Mistress Twilight's foot.

Shy's horn came. Shy's hands were free, but she clamped them down on her pussy, pleading with her clitty to be obedient to Mistress Twilight, to not make her gush femmecum while giving mistress her light show. It was quite the trick; most born unicorns couldn't do it, and Shy had been a pegasus before her ascension. A will of iron, a golden, pure love, and lots of eager practice with the other alicorns, though-- it was enough.

Pulling her long tongue back past her lips, Shy eagerly kissed and sucked at mistress' clit, but her efforts became amateur at best shortly. Mistress Twilight's relentless loving on Shy's horn forced the spectral climax to spew magic all over Mistress Twilight's abs and breasts. Mistress Twilight groaned and shuddered with pleasure, the phantom burst interacting with her command of Magic to produce an orgasmic rush of sensation over Mistress Twilight's vast rack.

Which was all Mistress Twilight needed. She pushed her foot back down over Shy's back, this time underneath the left wing, and screamed out in triumphant climax. Not a fountaining squirt this time, but a long, winking, rippling steady climax that nonetheless drenched Shy's face before and while Shy got her tongue to adoringly lap at the honey flowing out for her. Shy whimpered and licked, her horn's flare dimming, but her clit so needy….

"Shy… oh… oh, Shy, honey," groaned Twilight. "Yes… mm, yes, cum for me, sweetie. I want to feel you tremble in my legs.

Obedient, Shy creamed, squirming and wriggling and periodically turning her face as much as Twilight's domineering legs would permit to let out grunts and screams of pleasure and gratitude to her overpowering mistress. Shy loved mistress so. So much. So much. She wasn't aware she'd been screaming the words for more than a minute until mistress unclenched her thighs slowly, and reached down to cradle Shy's face against her pussy, fingers rubbing gently into Shy's mane as mistress' arousal marked Shy all anew.

Twilight let the indomitable masses of her legs slip gently down to the floor, lewdly grinding her slick pussy further against Shy's face. Carefully, as she sat up, Twilight helped Shy slink back onto the reading pillow, and just petted the smaller alicorn until she was less Shy and more Flutter.

"Mmm, thank you, mistress," Fluttershy said, beaming up at Twilight. She inhaled; her face was drenched in Twilight's marecum, and the scent was everywhere; Fluttershy felt almost as though she was still trapped against Twilight's pussy, safely collected in her thighs. "Ee," she said happily, almost as an afterthought.

With Fluttershy back up and bubbly, Twilight stroked and petted her, but didn't let her rise from the reading pillow. Every time she tried to get up to cuddle or begin eating Twilight out again, Twilight pressed Fluttershy back down with a casual exertion of light pressure from her amazonian legs. "Mm, no, honey, you're a part of my throne right now, remember? That's what you wanted," Twilight teased, adding, "I'm the one who gets to decide when my thrones get a taste."

"Oh, yes, mistress," Fluttershy said, and just snuggled up against Twilight's fishnet-clad calf, the thick muscle there wider around than Fluttershy's thigh by far. Even if Twilight didn't want her off the ground for a bit, Fluttershy could just cradle herself against that big, bulging muscle and relax, knowing that she was loved and guarded.

It was the massaging that inspired Twilight. "Hmm. Flutters, you said you'd been working on your strength and stamina, right?" asked Twilight, thoughtfully.

"Oh, my, yes," Flutters said, nuzzling and kissing from Twilight's hard calf to the inside of her knee. She beamed up at Twilight. "Does this mean I get to be a full throne like Dashie and give your ass all the tenderness and care it deserves?" Fluttershy's own rump was the most sensitive of all of the Elements, but she'd developed quite a fascination with the plots of the others as well. Caressing, massaging, analingus, no matter what it was that one of her sisters-of-soul wanted, Fluttershy threw herself into it with as much love and enthusiasm as she still tended to Ponyville's animals, sacred to her among all of her wildlife charges almost as much as her secret wards.

Unfortunately, while Fluttershy was pretty tough and very strong, the other Elements were extremely strong and dense-bodied. In the years since her ascension, Fluttershy's main role in the outside world was that of a diplomat and a healer; her secret role, a mystic and psychopomp. Unlike all of the others, Fluttershy's only real cause to physical exertion was her own practice and exercise, which she often didn't have as much time for as she might desire. As a result, while she could easily lift the others, she could generally only hold Rainbow Dash and Pinky up when they were thrashing around orgasmically. Fluttershy was ambitious in her submissive love for the other Elements, and like all four of the others, most head over heels for Twilight. She wanted to play, and she wanted to be used.

Twilight stroked Fluttershy's mane and nodded. "How about this, dear, the chair back will raise a bit so I can lean forward on it. You won't be able to get full access like Dashie, but, well," Twilight winked. "You can be my _massage_ throne. We'll pack up extra cushions all around you-- maybe put the side against a couch-- and you can spend a while eating out my ass and giving me the rubs and kisses I know you like," she said.

Fluttershy squealed happily and leapt up to hug Twilight's massive left teat, showering it in kisses. Twilight didn't stop her this time, just saying, "I'll take that as a yes, then, hon?" with a laugh. She leaned down, and kissed Fluttershy gently on her still sensitive hornbase, making the smaller alicorn twitch and groan into Twilight's breast. "How about this, dear; I'll even make you oxygenate like I did Dashie before she was made my little rump-licker?"

Fluttershy gave Twilight a quivery-eyed version of the Stare, and the Lip returned as well. "Please, mistress?"

Twilight snorted, and swatted Fluttershy's bare, bouncy rump again. "Oh, you," she said with a loving laugh. "I'm going to go get some things together, and, yeah, I'll get a book and tap on a Nap Stack. No sense wasting time with a sweetie pet upping my endorphins, mm?" she purred, and Fluttershy squeaked happily.

Twilight hauled furniture and cushions around; when Fluttershy tried to get up to help, too, Twilight just kept pushing her back down with her levitation. Flutters was a bit sulky, but not too much; she was being cosseted by her mistress, and it made her so wet. She chirped out a request to Twilight, "May I masturbate, mistress?" and Twilight laughed as she gave the affirmative. Fluttershy's pants and cries as she frigged out her pussy, so sensitive from the multiple orgasms she'd had already, were quite music to Twilight's ears.

Eventually, Twilight finished preparing Fluttershy for being a massage throne. She purred, looking down at Flutters, half-buried by the cushions. "You know," Twilight said, licking her lips, "I wonder if I shouldn't take further measures to make sure you're a good little throne. The amazonian giantess began to swing her widespread hips, just lightly, and Fluttershy groaned, scenting the arousal freshly trailing down the fishnet-clad muscles of Twilight's inner thigh once again.

"Oooh, yes, you should, please, Mistress Twilight?" Flutters said, and then said, "Uh, if that's ok- I mean, that's not ok with… I mean, oh no!"

Twilight winked an eye at Fluttershy, and rolled her hips a bit more. Fluttershy gasped, in shock, in horror, in recognition that the flex of those particular muscles probably meant mistress' pussy was winking, too, before Twilight said, "Yes, I think I must, no matter how much you beg!"

"Yay!" whispered Fluttershy and then a bit more loudly groaned, "Oh, my, no… no… uhmm.. I'm too soaking wet and naughty to be bound in some heretofore unexplained manner?"

Twilight grinned. "But you didn't say photobomb. And that means that you're going to be all anchored down by those cushions while you're face first in my plot," she said, leering and smiling lovingly, all at the same time. Twilight's horn glowed, and a sticky magenta field began to pulse and swarm through the cushions.

Fluttershy could have fought it-- all the more so because Twilight deliberately left holes that would allow Flutters to teleport anyway-- and might have been able to struggle out. Sure, she could have, but she definitely didn't want to do so. Fluttershy gave a long, happy sigh as she felt the various cushions become binding on her belly, on her legs, all over her, even between her low-hanging boobs and her cute little tummy. Twilight had Fluttershy caught-- more in the back than the front, and Fluttershy was going to enjoy it, darn it.

Twilight laughed softly. "That's my honey-bitch," she said fondly, and ruffled Shy's mane lightly before giving her a gentle swat with two fingers on the nose. "Oxygenate. And I expect better obedience out of you than Dashie," Twilight told Shy as the smaller alicorn pouted up at her mistress. Instantly, Twilight saw a certain smug satisfaction on Shy's face-- the "I'm a better subbie" look-- and smirked.

As Shy hyperventilated, panting rapidly, Twilight watched Shy's breasts bounce and jiggle with the activity. Twilight loved watching the huge knockers almost overbalance the otherwise anchored Shy, and lewdly flicked her fingers over her pussy as she watched. Mmm. Momma like, yeah, Twilight thought, rubbing her thumb over her clit while Shy forced herself to prepare.

When Twilight felt Shy would be ready, she swung gracefully onto the re-oriented chair, snuggling her hefty legs under the raised back and sitting down in one smooth motion, with her royally beautiful and princessly strong ass shoved right in Shy's face. "Time to massage, throne," she cooed. "Don't disappoint me, or I'll lock you down and leave," Twilight threatened, if just for the scene. She picked up "On Meta-Real Structural Dynamics" by Wordy Bracket. If there was much better than having your plot eaten out while you got to read up on sexy new fields of magic… okay, being fucked by the Astrals beat that, but not a lot else!

Shy leaned forward and inhaled her mistress' musk. Her mistress was obsessive about cleanliness in sexual matters-- well, obsessive about a lot, including getting her subbies off, Shy thought smugly-- but there was a delicious scent of mistress' arousal, mistress' sweat, and that strange combination of the two that included her musk. Shy knew, as few of her sisters did, of how the pheromones of an alicorn worked. We are the herd of herd leaders, Shy thought as she began to give dainty kisses to mistress' broad, beautiful butt cheeks. I may be the bottom mare, but I know, Shy thought, her tongue beginning to lick and press against the softness covering steel of mistress' glutes. That driving scent… not just arousal, but the chemical triggers that go right to the back of the brain, telling them that we are safe, and that our whims are to be followed, Shy thought, and followed mistress' whim, rubbing and massaging mistress' asscheeks while slowly kissing closer and closer to the crack.

This, among many things, was why Shy sometimes considered herself even more lucky than Mistress Rarity or Mistress Applejack. Mistress Twilight was the most lucky, of course; the Astrals, who left Shy's inner subbie whimpering deliciously just -looking- at her sexually, found Mistress Twilight worthy of their time and bed. But Mistress Rarity, mistress Applejack? They kept having to top. Shy could kiss and snuggle and lick, and soak up those pheremones. She could stop being a herd leader without surrendering her responsibilities; she could just be the herd's pet.

Shy fluttered her long flutterbat tongue into mistress' anus. The thick sphincter was a familiar friend as well, and Shy lovingly twirled the strength of her tongue this way and that, pressing and caressing at the front and the back to loosen mistress' ass up so Shy could prench it good. Shy took a few moments, rubbing with her reverent hands and eliciting oohs and murmurs of pleasure from mistress as she read.

Slowly, Shy pulled her tongue from mistress' ass, and pawed, almost feral like, at mistress' cheeks, rubbing her muzzle against mistress' left cheek to show she was still submitting, but wished to suggest. She was literally beneath her mistress, but mistress trusted her suggestions! Shy kept her eyes fixed on the owning butt before her as she heard Mistress Twilight turn her head to look back over her shoulder and ask, "Yes, pet?"

"If… if it's okay, mistress, may your pet use her magic to worship your pretty clitty, too? I want to deep tongue your plot like it deserves, but mistress, I've been good at multitasking… Your Shy wishes to please all of you and will be very slow and obedient, I promise!" Shy squeaked, and began to whimper and kiss, just lips to mistress' pucker, as she waited for the answer.

Twilight sighed happily. "You are such an obedient little slut, aren't you?" she nickered with a sort of lazy, pleasured groan. "Mm, and eager," Twilight purred. "I'll let you make your pitch, pet. But I expect a perfect ride, am I clear? And no climaxing for you until I'm done, honey. That may be an hour, or more if I decide to get more books."

Shy continued to pepper mistress' plot with kisses. "Yes, mistress, please, mistress. Shy is a naughty pussy, but I've been practicing my cunt discipline, I promise!" she said with squeaky little meeps in between words and kisses. She trilled happily, and twirled her tongue-tip around mistress' gently loosened ring, earning her a grunt of approval from Mistress Twilight. "I can do it! Shy really is a good slut. I can keep my clitty under control, mistress. I love you."

Shy heard her mistress let out another long, satisfied sigh, and Shy knew mistress had decided. Of course, as she promised, she was an obedient bitch, and continued to slowly press her tongue deeper and deeper into mistress' plothole, teasing the hard muscle and massaging it with flickering vibrations down the length. Shy's hands adored the soft lushness of mistress' plot-fat, squeezing it, letting it roll through her fingers until she reached the hard muscle beneath.

"Mmm, Shy!" said Mistress Twilight, panting. "Good girl… mmm… yeah, that's my little bubble-tender," she continued, and then dusted her tail gently over Shy's horn. "Frig me, pretty pet. Frig me all book long."

And so it was. Eventually, Twilight left the alcove with a snoring, blissed out Fluttershy over one of her colossal shoulders, carrying the poor dear to bed. "Well," Twilight said as she left Fluttershy's room, "At least I'm getting a decent send-off, but I'm going to need to adjust my schedule for all this demands to furnish at me." Twilight shrugged, and slapped one of her own hips, letting it jiggle with a happy sigh as she walked. "At least I learned to add some padding in a while ago…"