Whap! Wibble...

The sting was instant, as was Twilight’s snarled response. "Ow! Hey!" Twilight rubbed her leather-clad rear and turned around to glare. The heavy-set, heavily muscled mare who'd taken liberties with Twilight's squishy rump-- liberties nothing, that was a full on spank!-- was a lot closer to her height than most. Seven feet and eight inches of almost pure muscle, save for the mare's own squeezable heiny, which was going to be feeling "liberated" repeatedly if Twilight had her way, and, of course, the colossal X-cup tits bouncing against Twilight's mega-rack. "You'd better have a damn good reason for that, AJ!"

Smug and buff, that was Applejack Apple: potently exuberant Princess of Earth and muscular Maretriarch of the far-flung Apple Clan. Everything from her bare toes to her lush, aggressively cocked hips spoke of a challenging attitude and a playful heart. "Heh, like how ya been takin' shameless advantage of the others, an' not me?" Applejack smirked, and adjusted her wide-brimmed Stetson hat around her horn with the thumb of one hand. Four inches’ difference wasn't much at their mutually massive height, but she still took advantage of it to give Twilight a rebellious upwards look, with a twist of her dramatically broad hips as she stared full on into Twilight's eyes. "Naw. Don't need no excuses, after all. Though Ah kin get some if ya like."

Twilight quirked an eyebrow. She'd been looking forward to this; her two most submissive friends and her wildest love had already made their bids to end up beneath her immensely plush rump, which was still jiggling slightly from Applejack’s slap. All that were left were her two most dominant (and hence most fun to conquer) sweet-bitches-slash-close-friends. "I suppose I expected as much, AJ," she said with her hands on her immense hips. "It seems everyone wants a piece of little old me right now. Pinkie even threw a party." She stopped for a moment to leer up and down at Applejack's gorgeous body, giant muscles reminiscent of Luna on a stockier, shorter frame, orange hide and freckles everywhere.

And I do mean everywhere, Twilight thought. Speckled over her mega-tits, on her broad shoulders, a bit on her chiseled belly, even a smattering on her potent thighs… Hmm! She's gone for dress-up, I see. Not much dress-- nor, besides a simple leather-buckled collar on the throat, much up-- but definitely stylized, just the way Twilight loved. Below though, the -- yep! -- leather belt was imprinted with a stylized Coltic knot pattern, studded in orange rhinestones with a big ol' orichalcum apple buckle. Two plates of the same golden material, painted dark crimson with her cutie mark in lighter reds, were molded to fit over Applejack's lusciously curvy hips and down protectively over her absolutely massive super-quads, anchored on her waist belt, and with another apple-buckled belt stretched dangerously midway down each thigh.

That was the start of the show, and Twilight noted with approval that no impediment to access to her friend and fucktoy's sweet pussy or delectable rump could be found in the middle. She was bare from there down to her knees, where the heavy red dome topping her brown half-greave boots protected the vulnerable patella. Twilight's clit throbbed and pussy dampened inside her leather panties as she noticed Applejack had even gone to the extent of putting her lovely pale olive mane and tail both into long, three-strand warrior's braids, replete with the surprise wires and weighted ties that turned long manes-- and tails!-- from vulnerabilities into assets back in the pre-Windigo nomadic era. Yowza, thought Twilight. I think that's even an archaeologically-accurate replication of the Staples proto-clan warmistress circle around her apple.

Applejack snorted, and shifted her right hip forward, smacking her heavy right tit into Twilight's left. "Ya jes gonna stare now, mare? Or are ya gonna tell me what kinda shenanigans Ah gotta pull ta get mah face ridden proper?"

Twilight smirked, her giant breast bouncing from the impact, but precious little else even bobbling. "I don't know. Seems like it'd be almost unfair of me to just give you a challenge after how much research you've put in," she told Applejack with a wink. She raised her hand and waved her dangling fingers dismissively at the mighty amazon. "Let's see you put some sass on it."

Tucking her hat as forward as her horn would allow, Applejack set her stubborn jaw and quirked an eyebrow right back at her friend. With a fierce glare that didn't quite rob her face of its perpetually playful smile, she replied, "So it's sass ya want, huh? Ah kin getcha sass…" Stomping her huge boots, the massive mare circled Twilight like a wolf, looking her prey up and down. Once, twice, thrice.

Twilight gathered her gigantically muscled arms up under her titanic tits, and shifted her weight onto one of her raised heels as she watched Applejack move. What will the challenge be? Twilight thought with inner excitement. It's not like she has a gage to slap me with or something. Outwardly she forced herself to snooty serenity and just rolled her eyes as Applejack continued to circle her. Hah! You can't break my warmare spirit, Applejack! I'll--

Thwap-thwap! came the renewed spankings she really honestly should have been expecting, followed by the wibbling of her rump shaking and vibrating around fit to break the walls! Snarling, feet unconsciously shifting for a pounce, Twilight turned with an ungentle pump of her prodigious muscles and straight up whacked Applejack full on with her giant tits, slamming the slightly smaller alicorn heavily back into the wall by pure boob-impulse. Curling her dark lips into a growl, she snapped out, "AJ, I swear to Celestia that if you don't have a good reason why you just spanked me without beating me again…"

Eyes glinting and hands having snaked just far out of the way enough to avoid the pin-- and rest on her swaggering hips-- Applejack seemed to be enjoying herself and her pillowy confinement. "'Cause yer weak. Gone soft," she said with an apple-eating grin. Pinned into the wall by Twilight's boobs or not, rapidly getting her way onto Twilight's "Goes Under My Butt" list, challenge or no challenge, Applejack reached a burly arm up and flicked one of her thick fingers into the side of of Twilight's squishing rack, setting it jiggling as well and making both mares' nipples drive interesting patterns of pleasure into the other. "Eeyup," Applejack said, nodding as if to herself. "Got flabby, filly. Unworthy of yer boss' honors."

She did not go there. She did! Twilight's nostrils flared, muzzle pulling back into a toothy dominance display. Chest heaving and battering the smaller mega-mare, she grabbed Applejack's wrists, pushing the impudent alicorn further against the wall. The massive cables Twilight called neck muscles stood out now, and her brow was already starting to twitch as she shifted her weight to her mountainous legs, forcing the breastlock further and further onto Applejack. Growling, she spoke through clenched teeth: "Okay, now you'd better give me a good reason why I shouldn't just drag you off to the playroom and teach you how to act with respe-mmfmmmf!"

Impudent and impulsive as ever, Applejack had squirmed up as she'd been pushed back, then swiftly leaned up against her captor's huge breasts, docking her matching pair in close, tilted her muzzle up, and stolen a long kiss right in the middle of Twilight’s rant! Their tongues tangled, their lips pressed, but not an inch did Twilight give up in pinning the Alicorn of Honesty in a crushing trap. Eventually, she broke the kiss and snarled, "You are so totally in for it--"

"Ah challenge you."

"... What?"

"Ah challenge you. Ya ain't fit ta take th'Royal Foster with ya 'round the world, look atcha! Flabby. Soft. Splutterin' an' carryin' on like a stallion caught 'tween two tight rumps. Ah challenge you, Ah said. Lesee if ya got what it takes!"

Twilight fumed. Inwardly, part of her was amazingly pleased that Applejack had not merely gotten dressed, but had also gone to the trouble of finding a challenge that would really piss her off.

Really. Seriously piss her off.

She thrust her heavy rack forward, grinding her teeth together. Their pillowy chests plushed out, and both mares instinctively flexed the gigantic pectoral muscles behind them, tightening up and shoving back. "I don't have to take this from a silly little broodmare who had to beg face-deep in Rarity's pussy just to learn not to embarrass herself at diplomatic dinners!" Twilight shouted, forcing Applejack's wrists back against her sides and digging them against her rump, bending her body between her trapped arms and rubbing her damp, gushing pussy over one of Twilight's massively corded quads.

Applejack let out a long groan, but cut it off with a clack and snap of her flat teeth. Tilting her neck back and forth with audible snaps, she snarled, "At least Ah can stay fit outta mah comfort zone! Ya been a princess but five years an' yer already slipping from whatcha beloved boss expects of ya! Ya cain't handle mah challenge, ya ain't gonna be able ta handle th'dayum cat-bird Empr'ess! Yer gonna fail Celestia, yer gonna fail alla us!"

Twilight wasn't entirely certain, but she was starting to suspect that her mane was steaming or sparking, and possibly had gone to full on flame. Still holding Applejack in the punishing hold, she growled, low, wordless, and bestial. Glare met glare, nostrils flared-- inhaling the mutual aroma of arousal-- and at last, Twilight's lips curled back in a feral grin. "Challenge accepted, you glorious bitch," she rumbled, and pulled back, releasing her grip and sliding her slightly femmejuice-stained thigh away.

Scrambling but still agile, Applejack recovered before she could fall to the floor, her broad feet coming up under her promptly. Her pussy gushed endlessly and openly now, slicking her inner thighs, but as she stroked the sweat from her forehead with one thumb and winked. "Guess Ah hit a nerve, iffin ya gotta try ta cheat an' take me out early with yer flab there, filly." With that, she proudly curled up her left arm and flexed out her mighty bicep as she drew herself up to full height. With an arrogant sniff, she adjusted her stetson again and waited.

Snorting, Twilight hip-checked Applejack, making the impudent mare whinny and wink an eye as she braced herself against the side of the hall with a muscular forearm. She shook her head, ran through Cadance's breathing exercise and spat out a command. "Just get down to the challenge ring, broodmare. I'm going to make you wish you'd just dressed up pretty and begged for it."

"Aww, sugarcunt, what'm I gonna save to do when y'all get back, then?"

The challenge "ring," was, of course, a large square, raised in the center of a small (by hyper standards) gymnasium. No one else was around at the moment, which was honestly just as well; as much as Twilight enjoyed showing off, she'd given Flutters and Dashie their private time; Pinkie had wanted the party, after all. Heavily reinforced poles and "ropes" made of the same material they tied rogue dragons down with marked the edges.

Perhaps it was a bit silly for two winged mares to walk up to the edge of the ropes and step in, but even Rainbow Dash would do the same. Twilight was firmly of the opinion that there was something distinctly sexy about watching huge hooters heave, and giant legs flex and bob, and the others agreed with her.

Twilight, still a bit crabby from Applejack's insulting challenge, stomped up to the ring first. Whether it was showing off or an attempt to intimidate, she wasn't entirely sure, but she just slammed her broad palm down onto the rope near the champion's corner, shoving the springy, super-dense material down. Her bicep and tricep barely rippled, and that only because she was showing off, her wings rustling behind her and her immense, well-padded ass thrust out behind.

Once she had the ropes down nice and low, the poles groaning in protest, Twilight looked across at Applejack and sneered. Sassy little cunt thinks she can call me unworthy of my love's commands? Her inner friend-- and nerd-- giggled endlessly at how perfect the challenge had been, but the hyper-horny alicorn amazon was almost viciously heartened by the lustful, awed look on Applejack's face. She lifted her right leg, deliberately overtensing to show off the massive expansion under her usual layer of gorgeous padding-- not flab, beautiful padding-- and then stomped down hard with her heavy size twenty two and a half foot, pushing forward to avoid piercing the battleplate that made up the ring's floor.

The ring shook; the gymnasium shook, and Applejack's nipples somehow managed to become stiffer yet. Nonetheless, once Twilight was leaning up against her corner, insouciantly crossing her hefty arms under her heftier knockers and one treetrunk leg atop the other, Applejack made her move as well. Without so much as a running start, she let out a long farmer's holler planted one hand on the corner post and vaulted herself straight up and into the challenger's spot, her massive bicep peaking out as she twisted and turned.

Braided tail and braided mane flying, with X-cup titties wobbling free, Applejack made a gorgeous sight as she flipped into the ring, Twilight had to admit. And if the room didn't shake when she landed, the ring did. More importantly, Twilight thought with a broad leer, Applejack's shaking. Mmm. A pretty little tautness is nice once in a while, but give me volume, give me liters-- give me those nice, fat tits. I'm going to enjoy slapping them around when I have her under my ass.

Applejack wasn't much for magic, even now, save earth power. Even her personal sphere under Twilight was abjuration, and she primarily relied on it to counter enemy advantages. She did have one vanity that mattered, though-- her hat, which had stayed on as though tied down. That said…

"Trying to get me to give you mercy because you think I won't crush that pretty hat of yours between my thighs, broodmare?" Twilight growled, slapping her thunderstorm thighs on the inside, the lovely plush rippling over the titanic muscles within.

Smirking, Applejack took the hat off, and her horn flared green for a moment, The hat took up the enchantment, and levitated over the challenger's corner. "When Ah win, he's gonna go ovah there and crown me into mah corner, Flabby," retorted the warmare, who hunkered forward and flexed her huge arms, back, and chest. Her massive muscles slammed out, her shoulders rippled, her fifty inch biceps slammed into her gigantic breasts from the sides.

"Uh-huh. And in this fantasy of yours, are there any foods left in the land but apples?" Twilight sneered. Ee! Badinage! Banter! Her horn glowed now, and the ring was surrounded with battle banners of unicorn and earth pony clans from long before the shameful slaughter committed by the unicorn aristocracy. Proud rivals that Twilight knew from personal research were tied to both herself and to Applejack, though she furiously omitted from her own side any who'd taken part in the Druid Cull.

Shaking her head, she pulled herself up to her full eight feet and snorted. "Don't answer that," she told Applejack haughtily. She didn't bother going for a most muscular pose of her own; she didn't need to. Arrogantly, she raised just her right arm alone up to the side, level with her shoulder. "Ready, cunt?" she nickered disdainfully, and then clenched her hand into a powerful fist.

As her arm trembled under its own terrifying force, Twilight slowly pulled the massive limb up into a curl. Her forearm swelled out first, bigger than Applejack's calf. As her wrist tilted and her elbow pulled, that forearm pushed back as her bicep peaked out. A terrifying sixty inch circumference swelled out, rippled with untrammeled power, and it promised that this match would be anything but gentle.

Exactly what Applejack wanted, of course.

Which was the foundation that stood beneath them, that bridged the competitive gap between them. There would be aggression in the ring, aggression and lust. But a tap-out would be honored, even beyond just a mere submission. Either opponent, no matter how horny or triumphant, would instantly remove herself from the face of the loser if the double-tap safe gesture was felt, or Applejack's muttered, "Pears!" was heard. None of the girls had ever heard Twilight yelp, "Hoofball," on the rare times when she'd subbed, though it had been known once or twice when things had gotten too intense for her as a top.

Two giantesses were going to slam into each other today. Two goddesses and warmares, true. But also two friends, two lovers who respected each other and needed each other to be safe and happy. And that, Twilight thought, is the sexiest magic of them all. Plus why I'm going to fist her cunt until she squeals like a schoolcolt and then make her eat me out until I put her to sleep between my thighs, but hey, friendship's about having fun, too.

The two massive mares began to slowly move forward. There was no official bell, no caller, though sometimes they'd put it on for the show of the thing. The last courtesy other than those of friendship and SSC that was observed was to allow the other time to get into the ring and to be solid upon her feet. Past that, this was between the two of them and far beyond any rules; two great, hulking horny bitches with lust in their loins and love in their hearts.

They circled each other fluidly in the ring. Without the comforting crutch of simultaneity or time's goad, either could move at any moment-- or wait. Would it be better to control the momentum with a lunge? Or to wait, and catch an attacker off guard in the moment of offensive focus?

Of course, it's not just the competitive aspect, Twilight thought wryly, though her eyes were sharp and her nostrils flared for the tang of biochemical changeover. For lust was driving them both, a need to fuck and dominate bone deep in every hyper-empowered cell of their body. One reason they didn't use time or a starter was simply that they both knew that they would, inevitably, move. They had to.

Not that either was currently in a maddening hurry... yet. Applejack had hit second puberty as a normal hyper mare, and Twilight was justifiably proud of her willpower and self-control. No, for now, they circled and watched each other; if somepony had asked, Twilight could have eagerly explained about body language, getting your opponent's intentions, seeing if some weakness or new strength. The history and the skill of it all.

And that's true, Twilight thought, but thank the Rainbows for multitasking. I can do all of that and leer at how pretty my muscliest musclebitch is. Yum. Fierce and yet somehow a glittering, almost goofy relaxed expression on her face and in the glittering green of her gorgeous eyes, freckles dappling over orange hide, and that sexy quirky smile that always looked like it should be holding a straw or otherwise chewing casually. Add that sense of lust, fun, and determination she was radiating right now, and Twilight had no problems telling why her clit was so hard it wanted to cut right through her leather bikini bottom.

Applejack's body had always been a wonder of power and gorgeously balanced deftness, a full-body workout from a lifetime of farmwork and combat training. She'd actually only grown a few inches when apotheosis had struck, but-- yum, yum, yum! --had she put on additional mass. Not just in those lovely muscles, of course. There was plenty of extra padding up front, and on the behind Twilight was planning on tanning red.

Redder, being orange. And speaking of padding… Twilight flashed a grin and threw herself forward just a few seconds before Applejack. Getting good, AJ-honey, she thought as Applejack tried to force obstructing tits and grasping hands past Twilight's guard. But I'm still getting better, faster. Twilight had seen Applejack's crease, her lovely little tell, and it was Twilight who determined which pair of oversized knockers would be going in straight (hers), and who would be left struggling, her pleasure-pulsing boobs shoving up towards her face.

"Enjoying the view much, broodmare? I know I am!" Twilight said gleefully as she flexed her pecs, grinding their massive tits together back over Applejack. She'd also grabbed Applejack's hands on the way in, and she had a firm grip on the mighty mare, if not a perfect one; she'd have preferred the wrists. She also licked her lips, groaning softly as her eyes bulged a little, the pure stimulation of holding Applejack double-braced electric in her bitchy, bossy pussy.

Applejack grunted, her hide going taut as her impossibly strong muscles forced back against Twilight's punishing grip. "Ah ain't… unf as fond'a mah own flab as you, pillow-filly! And Ah ain't as easily led by 'em none, either!" The last was snarled out as Applejack gave up on trying to match strength for strength with her larger opponent, but slid out into a low sweep as she released her half of the mutual grip.

"Finally listened to what Mac was telling you all these years, huh?" Twilight teased, though her face flushed with anger at the 'flab' comment. I take on some extra pretty poundage on top of the muscles! It's not flab! Despite her distraction, she didn't fall for it; unlike Applejack, she hadn't gone from stubbornly ignoring a larger brother's advice on being smaller to stubbornly misunderstanding why that self-same brother could still make one fall in three even after her ascension. Nope. Listened to my BBBFF, even if he is a LBBBFF now. She wasn't hooked and didn't try to scramble to maintain the hold; as a result, Applejack couldn't take her down from her own arrogance.

Neither could she follow up and reestablish the grapple, however. For a mare not used to wings, Applejack sure got the hang of rolling with them quick! Twilight slipped into a crouch, her huge quads bulking out to their terrifyingly beautiful mountainous proportions. Applejack made it back up to her feet out of lunge range-- or at least, safe lunge range-- and wiped some sweat off her freckled brow. "Hoo-ee! Ah guess them udders are good for somethin', filly." She spat to the side. "Ain't gonna do ya much if ya have ta wobble about rather than comin' at it fancy-like. Whatcha gonna do if some jiggly heifer comes and grabs that boob-obsessed boy, huh? Try an' talk it through? Shoot, ya ain't gonna be able ta keep 'im past griffon lands, an' then where's six years a'hard learnin'?"

Twilight was trying not to lose her temper. It helped that she knew Applejack… probably… didn't mean it. It also helped that Luna had repeatedly taught Twilight some fairly memorably "incentivized" lessons in the consequences of letting rage determine your tactics. "With both wings and an arm tied behind my back!" is not what you want to hear when you're being scissored by a cranky goddess who loves you enough to want to see you be a better warmare. But she won't… stop… pushing!

She knew her own tell was probably in full effect. Not the eye-twitching of her earlier days prior to Lesson Zero. But the early flame-like sparks that Celestia was sure heralded the growth of an empyreal mane and tail were already flaring, and her titanic muscles were bulging of their own accord, this way and that, her inner hulk pressing past the soft flesh of her thigh and ass, her plushy U-cups smashing together as the vast pecs behind them ground with her heartbeat.

Applejack, by contrast, was sweating, but had a mocking smile to match her mocking tone. Her body was loose but ready, just enough tension in her treetrunk legs and huge, burly arms to show off deliciously-- but Twilight was having problems not getting tunnel vision on that sneering snout. "Ain't got nothin' ta say? Figures. Cain't argue with facts, flabby filly. Yer unfit fer tha High Princess' tasks. Ah'm gonna enjoy teachin' that colt the Apple way. Ya think Princess Celly will get a fondness for apples, too, iffin Ah show her how much of a better student Ah am?"

It was utterly irrational. Completely! There was no way that beating her-- in a single match, not even bringing the ratio down out of triple digits in Twilight's favor-- would convince Celestia that Applejack was a better student of all things. The challenge… might have forced Celestia to permit Applejack to come along, but even then, the procession still required Twilight.

Maybe that was Applejack's intent-- cunning from the brutally, lovingly honest alicorn was hardly unknown, and her mercurial devotion expressed itself in odd ways. Maybe she was trying to get Twilight in a position where Twilight was forced to take her with them on their journey. Whatever it was, Twilight let out an enraged roar and began to leap and bound forward, and she almost hated the broadening smirk on her friend's smug face.

Almost. Not quite. Because she wasn't coming in stupid, no matter how much she looked like it. Good thinking honey! It's awesome, and I'm glad you're trying! As Twilight flung her amazonian body at Applejack, she was watching for the shift in those lusciously broad hips-- There!

There were any number of easy counters to the lunge Twilight was trying. Applejack opted to go with the Keep it Simple, Stupid principle and shifted her weight to move to the side. Probably to go for my back, Twilight thought. Of course, I also think faster than anyone except Luna or Celestia… The look of shock on Applejack's lovely face was unfeigned, and all the sweeter for it.

For Twilight shifted her own heavy hips mid stride at the last moment, and careened into Applejack shoulder first. Instead of presenting a clear target with the small of her back from above or the solar plexus from below, Twilight was able to hit Applejack dead on and off from the expected angle. Together, they crashed into the cables masquerading as ropes.

"Whooooof!" Applejack grunted as the air was knocked from her lungs. Ordinarily, Twilight might have wanted to prolong the fun, but the taunting had put her in a mood for a different form of sport. While Applejack was still recovering from the stunning body block, Twilight grabbed her arms and spun the heavy amazon around and up in a huge arc, trusting Applejack's reflexes to make sure that she tightened her wings in against her broad back.

Which she did; a good thing too, because the wordless cry Applejack let loose this time reflected Twilight hammering her down back-first onto the ground. "I'm not going to risk bruising those sweet titties you're carrying around for me," Twilight said coldly. "Those are mine to beat, personally you fucking little snot. I hope you were serious about wanting to go for a ride, because I do want to reward you for upping your banter game."

Her teeth flashed; it wasn't a smile. She'd slammed Applejack down, but had maintained control of the Princess of Abjuration's right arm, over which she was currently bent over slightly, with one booted foot resting against Applejack's right side. She had the arm in a bar and wrist combo, with her left palm pushing back against Applejack's elbow, her right hand grasping and twisting at the wrist. "One chance, lover. Tap out now or safeword. Or you're going for a ride."

Panting heavily, she couldn't help but inhale the deep, musky scent of Applejack all but cumming onto the mat. "N-n-no way, bitch!" Applejack yelped, and smiled fiercely up at Twilight. She let out a long moan that had nothing to do with pain. "Use me, boss. Please!"

Twilight scowled and nodded. Unlike Dashie, she knew she could trust Applejack to oxygenate right. Could trust her to let the play ride closer to the ragged edge, period, that soul-deep Honesty and stubborn integrity a beautiful gem. The part of her that was logical and pissed wasn't sure it counted as punishment, given how much the randy little amazon slut seemed to want it. The part of her that was horny and spoiling for a dominance display just didn't care.

The latter was the side with the direct line to Twilight's limbs, it seemed. She pressed with her palm, drawing another yelp from Applejack as she forced the continued hyperextension. Twisting Applejack's wrist with the motion, she scooped her big, stompy boots under Applejack's back, and-- careful of her wings anyway, flipped the massive mare over like she was a toy or sack of grain, slamming her deliberately down onto her pelvis, grabbing Applejack's other arm on the way down to force the flexible alicorn to hammer her broad hips groin down but not bruise the big boobs she reserved for herself.

However, what that did mean was that Applejack's immensely muscled and immense in general tush was brought down like a mountain falling from the sky-- straight onto what should have been hyper-ready battle plate. Snap! Crunch! The sound of metal shearing rang out over Applejack's next grunt and Twilight's snarl of triumph. "Shit!" roared Twilight. Her oversized, mega-muscled left leg snapped out to kick Applejack's left side hard to keep her stunned, and she hurtled the Alicorn of Abjuration to the side in a rough swing, the amazon's rippling body rolling midair, wings and juicy tits pinwheeling as she struggled to correct before hitting the ropes.

Scrambling over to where she'd smashed Applejack's lower body into the mat, she winced and knelt down beside the destroyed remnants of the beautifully made and wonderfully historically accurate thigh guard, the majority of it crushed into dust from the force of the hit. Twilight moaned, "Oh, Daisies!" Her horn flared and she re-assembled the piece, teleporting it out of the ring to prevent further damage. "AJ, sweetie, I'm really sorry I broke the guard-- I fixed it, okay?" she asked, turning in the direction she'd flung the other mare.

Which is when the freckle-speckled bitch elbow dropped her, right on the uppermost wing base! "Apology accepted, flabby!" Applejack retorted.

Twilight saw red. Oh, and blue, the mat color, but mostly an only partially metaphorical burning red. There was pain, with the sensitive, responsive cluster of delicate nerves and tightly knotted muscles being hammered hard by a deliberate concentration of Applejack's mass. Much more, though, was Twilight's pulse-pounding, eye-twitching, muscles tightening, teeth-clenching rage.

There are some maneuvers that wingless wrestling species simply don't have. Fortunately for Applejack's strategy for an earned loss, the former earth pony, despite her constant pre-apotheosis rivalry with Rainbow Dash, simply didn't think of her wings as objects to maneuver and vulnerabilities to protect. Twilight had learned differently.

The drop took her hard, but she was already kneeling; the force didn't distribute further, but she wasn't further disabled. As Applejack rolled out of the drop, Twilight braced her feet into the mat. Enormous muscles pumping and the twin heats of lust and rage blazing in a spiral from her core, Twilight twisted around, and before Applejack could maneuver fast enough, she pumped injured wing and whole alike into a reverse swan-slap to to the head and throat.

Those buffeting wings could have cracked the golems of the Last Redoubt; Applejack, they just stunned silly. "Filly, I know you did not just interrupt my apology and my appreciation for good historical recreation to elbow drop me," Twilight bellowed as she spun to her feet, clenching her hands together in a mace-like grip. Her fists impacted on Applejack's chiseled six pack, sending the surprised warmare staggering back and hunching over wildly, her huge tits bouncing off her own knees.

Twilight didn't stop this time. The giantess moved with lustful speed, loping towards her staggering friend and "playmate." With the smaller amazon full over forward, it was foal's play for Twilight to snap her burly right arm across from the left side of Applejack's head to under her left arm from behind, and to force her left arm through Applejack's wobbling cleavage to clasp hands together once more. She kneed Applejack carefully in the chest-- enough to daze and lightly punish those naughty knockers, but not to inflict serious pain, then snapped a foot at Applejack's left thigh, sending her downwards. "Hi! Wanna play a game, AJ? I call it 'Fun with Centripetal Force!'" she chirped with somewhat disconcerting mad cheer and a high pitched giggle out of keeping for her intimidating heft.

She didn't stop to wait this time, either; of course, it's not like she intended to actually give Applejack the choice, at that. She simply flipped the seven foot eight amazon up over her shoulder, pushing off with her legs to leap up and backwards to careen Applejack hard into the mat. She came with, refusing to let go of her victim-lover's neck-- the better to carefully cradle that against injury, and to prevent damage to the smaller alicorn's horn.

Her superior control let her slam Applejack with enough force to once more knock her silly, this time with less gentleness concerning the orange-feathered wings, her own weakened wing still throbbing. It also let her avoid a similar fate as her heels found purchase on the hard surface and let her roll, immense knockers wobbling wildly over to perpendicular on Applejack's body. One careful knee on Applejack's wing and against her hefty right arm, Twilight's gigantic right arm snapping out to hook her right knee from behind and yank up into her increasingly abused X-Cups, left arm falling like a treetrunk across Applejack's neck and pinning her right arm between it and Twilight's outstretched knee.

Then, to compound Applejack's humiliation, Twilight's horn glowed, undoing the flap for the leather left cup of her bra to uncover the peak of the mighty mound. Then, slowly, so slowly, she lowered her magnificiently mountainous mammaries right down across Applejack's cleavage-- and face, specifically grinding Twilight's fist-sized and extremely stiff nipple across Applejack's coughing mouth. Eyes wide with anticipation and a manic smile going ear to ear, Twilight sang out, "Open up, sweetums! Momma wants a word with you about overkill in social taunting situations!"

The pinned princess knew better than to try a bite on a nipple, as opposed to a muscle nip; instead, coughing and protesting, she simply tried to avoid the shoving nub. Both applebucking thighs strained uselessly; the captured leg unable to more than slightly jostle the titanic arm straining it into simultaneous knee hyperextension and groinal hyperflexion, her loose left slamming and pressing against the mat, finding purchase and finding it utterly useless to dislodge the half-crazed Twilight from atop her; a single attempt to slap up with her free arm snapped back by a half-swan strike from Twilight's unhurt wing.

Still struggling to get free or at least avoid being humiliatingly shoved into a nursing position, Applejack whined, "Aw, Twi, c'mon, a leghook? Ain't Ah good enuuujjhggllf!" As she'd pouted, Twilight and slapped her huge breast into place, her nipple forcing its way between Applejack's lips and Twilight's pillowy knocker smothering over Applejack's face.

"Oooh, nope, you're a nasty-mouthed little filly who disappointed momma twice!" said Twilight, half-growling, half moaning with delight as Applejack submitted and started to suckle like a hungry foal. "First, by going too far with your sass, and second, by being amazingly rude when I was trying to apologize!" The final snarl was met with Twilight shoving more of her heavy tit down over Applejack's face, blocking her nostrils completely and forcing her into a combination of desperate nursing to please Twilight and thaumic respiration, instinctively spasming elsewhere in her body to try to get free.

Twilight started to hump her juicy, broad hips back and forth as Applejack thrashed beneath her. "That's it, love momma's nip and I might let you get some pussy time before I put you out!" she told Applejack as the bulky mare thrashed beneath her. Her toes curled out behind her, and she indolently, arrogantly stretched out the thigh that wasn't holding Applejack's wing and arm trapped, leaving a trail of her arousal over the bright orange feathers. She licked her lips and purred, most of her rage-- but not her disapproval-- gone as she held her warmare-slut utterly and humiliatingly captive. Her thoughts, as ever, raced ahead. Not gonna let you go out yet, sweetie. Promised you a ride!

Giggling, Twilight shifted to get up, long, burly legs smoothly moving into a crouch. She didn't give Applejack a chance to do much more than mutter incomprehensibly rural curses, though, slipping her gigantic left arm over and around Applejack's neck, headlocking her with almost dismissive ease and fluidity. Her other treetrunk arm lashed between the orange alicorn's thighs and wedged in tight against the sopping, near-red-hided cunt.

She licked her lips, wriggled her toes, and with her eyes still in that strange, perverted fixed-wide gaze, she pulled Applejack up into the air. Standing with a clean jerk, Twilight pushed up out of her squat while flipping her captive subbie up and around so her wings and broad, potent back were trapped against Twilight's immensely strong shoulders. Twilight relaxed the headlock slightly, shoving one hand into Applejack's cleavage, the other squeezing and fondling with lewd roughness along the heavily muscled thigh, held imprisoned by Twilight's unbreakable grip. "Somefilly's going for that ri-i-i-ide no~ow!" she squealed, though it turned into a horny growl by the end.

"Shee-yit!" was the least weirdly country curse that Applejack let fly as she shook herself awake and tried to thrash off of Twilight's shoulders. In her half-panic and half berserk lust to find some way to get off, to serve her bossmare in aggressive obscenity, she even slapped out with the one wing not caught against the cliffy expanse of Twilight's shoulder-line.

It was useless; worse, it inspired Twilight, who had heretofore just been using the slightest pressure from the top joint to keep Applejack mostly in place. No, now, with Twilight giggling almost as wildly as Pinkie Pie, she began to slam her wings hard against Applejack's only other area of squishiness besides her giant, rapidly bouncing boobs: her tremendously suckable, curvaceously bubble butt.

Applejack gave up on words, gave up on productive attempts to get free, and just thrashed back and forth, squealing and hollering and gasping and moaning with equal intensity. Even as Twilight's rapid wingspanks left long red lines across Applejack's bodaciously bouncy booty, the squirming, writhing motion kept grinding Applejack's captive cunt against the muscular ripples of Twilight's potent arm.

And then Twilight started to spin. "So, we were talking about centripetal motion! It's time for rotation about my axis and the effects on your fluids!" she growled, but had a feeling Applejack wasn't listening. Despite the increased wind resistance, she kept wing-walloping Applejack's gorgeously spankable behind, and the combination was more than enough to bring her wriggling subbieslut over.

Applejack came hard in Twilight's inexorable grip, squealing all the louder, clinging hard to her mistress' burly arms, knowing the fate that awaited her, and loving every pleasure-blissed moment of the build up… the spin… and the lunge. Twilight abruptly stopped, and lunged off her feet, both tucking up at once and hitting the mat hard while she yanked hard on either side. For all her mad, lust-driven, feminine aggressiveness, Twilight was absolutely precise with how much force she used, with plenty of padding above what she felt Applejack could take and not be much more than severely battered.

But battered, Applejack was. She didn't have much time to adjust out of the postorgasmic and post backbreaker haze before Twilight slung her around again, the larger alicorn effortlessly whipping her around like-- well... A sack of apples. Twilight arrested Applejack's momentum abruptly, jerking her around when she got in front, and slid down onto one knee, her right upraised. Another fresh wave of precious air was knocked out of Applejack's toned and abused tummy as Twilight landed her down atop Twilight's mountainous quads, and administered a stinging slap to Applejack's already reddened rump.

Moaning, the captive mare gasped, "Mistress, please!" but Twilight was merciless, and spanked her thrice more.

Much of Twilight's rage was gone, and in its place was sternness. "Remember. You and Rarity hold my honor while I'm gone. If you'd been sloppy enough to push somepony too far without the ovaries and the power to back it up, she could have brought you fully around with maintained momentum, honey-- and somepony who's less adoring of those pretty tits might have targeted them instead." The warning about poor Applejack's boobs was accompanied by a stern pair of swats to the top of each fat, jiggling teat, deriving further yelping-- and a winking, submissive, almost squirting slit-- from Applejack's quivering body, amazonian or not.

Unceremoniously, Twilight exerted the barest part of the force contained in her heavy arms and shoved Applejack casually chest-down onto the mat. "Oh, and sweetie? That most muscular? I've seen better crabs in Trotston, if you know what I mean!" she said with a lewd whinny, and waited just long enough for realization to strike Applejack.

Not long enough to let the Apple alicorn squirm away, of course! As soon as she saw her lovely bitch trying to squirm away and onto her feet, Twilight arched her colossal left leg over, her own pussy damp and dripping onto her captive's wing and back. Mmm. She's down, fully under my control and still struggling. I do love this mare. Twilight sat down, pinning Applejack and her wings beneath the weight of her gorgeously squishy rump. "Feeling the muscles down there now, sweetie?" she chirped, "Or are you too obsessed with my flab?"

Yelps and squeals melding delight and panic were the only answer given. Despite the satisfaction, Twilight didn't entirely rest on her laurels or Applejack's boob-padded back; she casually snaked her gigantic left leg over her "victim's" right arm, and batted Applejack's squirming, flailing treetrunk left leg down with a light slap, effortlessly displaying strength and flexibility as she hooked her right leg across it and pulled back and down with precise viciousness. She didn't bother with Applejack's right arm, and the right leg, she just bent backwards with Applejack's bulky, tensing calf trapped under her gigantic left arm.

Which of course left Applejack quite pinned, and Twilight's burly right arm free. Specifically, the amazonian former earth pony was trapped with her beautifully built legs spread in a humiliatingly exposing trap, and her still-drooling pussy spread to the air. Twilight took a deep sniff. "Aw, honey, you do still love me!" she giggled, and thrust three fingers straight down into Applejack's waiting pussy.

Applejack squealed, clenching her cunt tightly around her dominatrix's fingers. "Y-yes, mistress, Ah l-love y-" She whined as Twilight removed her fingers and began to lick them slowly. "Mistr-eep!"

Twilight snorted, and flicked her tail in a warning flog over Applejack's cheeks, both sides. "I've decided that not only did that pathetic, wimpy display earn you only half a crab, you don't get to call me mistress, yet." She grinned. "Call me Lady Sparkle. 'My lady' will do, until you've earned your way back face first into my cunt." And you hate it when Rarity does that to you. Unfit for Celestia's purposes, indeed!

When Applejack was slow to respond, Twilight's clit throbbed with delight at the unexpected play, but her hand was fast to swat Applejack's upraised inner right thigh five times. Eventually, Applejack's squealing faded, and she submitted. "Yes, Lady Sparkle! Ah understand! Thank ya kindly fer th'correction!" Twilight squirmed, her own gushing marking Applejack's back thoroughly as she shimmied her rump and groin back and forth. Oooh, that's nice, that is.

Twilight grinned. "Good bitch," she told her well-pinned sub. "Now, relax your pussy for your Lady. There are rewards for being a well-mannered little broodmare, after all," she teased, gently but firmly capturing Applejack's clit between her forefinger and thumb, and starting to teasingly roll back and forth.

"Yes, mah lady!" gasped Applejack. A seeming impossibility, to both open herself up for obscene conquest and yet be under such constant assault by pleasure, the electric jolts of Twilight's expert clitwork demanding that Applejack squeeze down around a cock-- or more accurately, a fist-- that wasn't yet stretching her. It didn't take long, though; she was, after all, a disciplined warmare of the royal bachelorette herd.

"Such a good bitch," Twilight said smugly; still trembling, still groaning and wailing beneath her boss's butt, Applejack forced herself to become passive even in response to Twilight's constant ministrations. "Any last words before I break your naughty pussy for anything short of my mistress' fists?" A hollow 'threat'; Applejack's potent hyper-based body was waiting and willing to stretch, even if Twilight's own strange penumbra wouldn't force it anyway, but she did so like to play with her toys. I wouldn't dare, otherwise, at that.

The powerful, and yet nowhere near sufficient muscles on Applejack's divinely giant thighs stood out under the constant stresses Twilight was forcing on them, and Twilight giggled a bit when, despite her discipline, Applejack's pretty cunny winked in anticipation. Still, the warmare got her twat under proper control, and just moaned, "As mah lady wishes!"

"That's not really much of a last statement, but…" Twilight's toes began to wiggle in eager anticipation of triumph yet again, and she licked her smiling lips. "It'll do." She folded her fingers at the mid-knuckles, and arrogantly, almost idly plunged her half-formed fist into Applejack's upraised pussy.

The trapped bitch came violently around Twilight's hand before she even got her wrist in, but even those powerful walls squeezing and gripping with unrestrained passion couldn't bar Twilight's way. As she passed her thick wrist in, she curled her hand into a meaty, massive fist, and kept on plunging, flicking her tongue between her lips as though tasting the gushing femmejuices Applejack was fountaining up around her invading limb.

Twilight filled Applejack. Overfilled her, clenching her fist hard to make the tight wrap of interlacing muscles bulge out and force her silly slutty subby's cunt to stretch out good and proper. Part of that was, of course, as a dutiful dom, making sure Applejack's throbbing, stiff clitty was stimulated, but part of it was for the gorgeous view! With Applejack bent double and backward, the bulge in groin and belly from the pistoning, pounding fist ravishing all of the trapped mare's inner treasure stood out immensely. And I can trust her to tell me where her limits are, making playing with them all the sweeter. From the ever-increasing volume and pitch of Applejack's delighted squeals, Twilight was sure that her defeated sister-of-soul was enjoying the effects as well.

She curled her toes and let out a long moan of her own as she flooded Applejack's muscular back with her arousal, the excess dripping down over her cabled throat and onto the mat. Does it help, sweetie, that I've got you muzzle-first in a pool of my pheromones? I bet it does, my precious little musclebitch. Still flicking her tongue into the air to taste their mingled scents, Twilight began to pound her pussy against Applejack's trapped back, humping her, using her (as requested!), exerting her dominance and command over the squirming, creaming Princess of Honesty.

Applejack came, of course. She came endlessly. Twilight's expert oversized fist and forearm stretched her out, worked her over, and "punished" earlier presumptions with a world of untrammeled pleasure mixed with a carefully measured admixture of pain, right to her masochistic warmare lover's specifications. Twilight gloried in the sensation of Applejack writhing beneath her. Between her thighs. All that beautiful, beautiful strength and power, utterly submitting to Twilight's lusts and loins, forced into a submissive series of climaxes?

It was too much. As a final gesture towards verisimilitude, Twilight pumped her burly forearm as broadly bulky and as moistly deep as it would fit, and then she arched her own back, bending Applejack further and thrusting her own wings out to their full extension. "Unnnnnnfff! Oh, AJ, yes! Yes! Oh, AJ! My pretty little broodmare yes!" Twilight's cries of delight drowned out Applejack's squeals as the larger alicorn reached a fevered peak. Nonetheless, she had to be careful; there was only so far she could press her thighs together or grind Applejack's voluminous, battered breasts against the mat. The last time she'd really gotten to enjoy an orgasm full-bore with anyone except the astrals had been more than two years prior, but this certainly got her edge off!

Eventually, licking her lips and letting out a near-feline purring growl, she pulled her massive fist out of Applejack's well-stretched cunt and and pulled it up to her lips to savor the taste of her well-fucked friend. She released the smaller mare's strained leg from under her right arm; the muscular limb dropped weakly to the floor. Nevertheless, still lapping her right hand and forearm to claim all of Applejack's honey, Twilight kicked up and lifted herself bodily off the mat with just a single hand, flipping Applejack around and up as though juggling the massive amazon hands-free.

She caught the stunned warmare too, right between her thighs yet again. Twilight let herself fall backwards and down onto Applejack's legs stretched out beneath her, trapping Applejack's left arm against her groin, with her left leg claiming obscene triumph through Applejack's cleavage and around to hook over the smaller mare's upper right arm, while her right leg pinned Applejack's wings tight before hooking around to lock against her left calf.

As Applejack started to squirm weakly once again, Twilight curled and flexed her feet, gasping with pleasure. Then she squeezed down hard over Applejack's torso, rolling slightly to the side and trapping both of Applejack's legs under her left arm, cooing, "That's it, little serving slut! Maybe you can earn your way back under your lady's muff!" She emphasized it with a fresh flex, grinding Applejack's sweat-dripping body between monstrously massive expanses of cabled muscles, squeezing the defeated mare tightly.

Applejack's moaning got a little weaker, rapidly replaced with intense little pants and grunts. Twilight was concerned, especially given that Applejack wasn't tapping out at even the first tier submission. As strong as the lovely scent of the warmare's arousal was, Twilight began to relax the scissors. "Aww, Twi!" whined Applejack, and Twilight's eyes narrowed dangerously.

Her response was harsh, snapped out immediately, "Don't you aw, Twi me, missy! If you were really low down, you'd be begging your mistress or your Lady like you were told!" Twilight was furious. "Your safety is my concern, Applejack! I have to trust you. I thought I could trust you to go down deeper than I permit Dashie!" She didn't unhook the hold entirely yet, but she did slacken further. "You'd better give me a damn good reason, or not only am I calling scene end, but you're banned from my bed and my thighs until after I get back; no cross the border visits or 'my herd sense was worrying--'"

"Ah wanted ya ta put me under an’ out ‘til mornin’, Twi."

"What?"

At that, Twilight unhooked her legs and slid back from Applejack. Rage crossed Twilight's face, mixed with real fear as she effortlessly flipped to her feet. No, no, Tartarus no, I don't need this right now-- is something wrong, have I damaged her? Apple Honesty, that’s what she’s supposed to have, that’s what she is! Twilight's mind raced, but before she could say anything, she saw Applejack's face.

Weariness, and tears.

Applejack rolled over onto her front again and got to her hands and knees. She didn't get up, and she only met Twilight's eyes once, then hung her head low. "Ah know," she said softly. "But…" Twilight tilted her head to the left, and waited. There was hurt beneath her breast, yes, but this was her AJ; she deserved to be heard.

Swallowing heavily, Applejack coughed, feeling her way to an explanation, staring straight at the mat, not even at Twilight's size twenty-two and a halfs. "Ah haven't been sleepin' proper fer a month, boss," Applejack whispered softly. "Not unless it's been you'r Luna drivin' me down. Ah know you're the best of us. Ah know we've trained Hopper an' he's an okay colt. But." She swallowed heavily. "It ain't jes that Ah'm gonna miss ya, boss. Twi. It ain't been safe even in Equestria, with us around!"

Eek! Twilight thought. Boss from Dashie is as good as a mistress; boss from AJ means much, much more. Twilight sighed and sauntered over. "Oh, AJ," she said softly, and knelt down, sitting her rump back onto her boots and cradling the bowed alicorn's head gently into her lap. "We have to do this, love." She stroked her fingers through the mane of the surliest, stubbornest of her lot; even Rarity knew when to bend. But I guess that's it; this is family; we're a family. And AJ's lost that before. Pain enough to break even the Princess of Honesty, just a little.

Applejack leaned forward into Twilight's stroking hands. "Ah know, sugarcube," she said softly. "An' Ah know why no country wants three alicorns, one a youngun or not, an' a dragon waltzin' in the borders." Indeed not, a numb part of Twilight responded mentally. Considering that a pair of us really could topple a country. Not that I'd want another, but... Whether or not Applejack was precisely thinking along the same lines, Twilight couldn't say, but the acknowledgement seemed clear.

Applejack smiled weakly. Twilight could feel AJ’s muzzle move against her thigh. "Ah want ta be there ta see th' three of ya off t’morrow, but Ah jes don' wanna be frettin' all dang night," Applejack said. "Sorry, boss. Ah got stupid; wanted ya ta put me under an’ sleep ‘til then."

Twilight glowered at Applejack. "And thereby you were disrespectful and cruel to me, and my consent too! Rainbows light and dark, AJ, you're precious to me, too, you know?" She wrapped her arms tightly around the smaller mare, smushing her huge tits down across Applejack's head and back. "I'm so sorry I didn't notice, but honey, Honesty honey, you have to tell me these things. Pinkie Promise me! For that matter, I want a damn Pinkie Promise you'll tell Luna if you're feeling anything even like this while I'm gone!"

Grunting, Applejack wriggled a bit, and Twilight let up from the boob press, at least for a moment. "Do Ah gotta do th'whole thing, boss?" Twilight growled. "Fine, fine, sheesh, ya don't gotta fuss so much…" Oh yes I do, Twilight thought, glowering. Because she'll hold you to it.

Applejack went through the motions so far as Twilight would permit, and managed to successfully complete the eye maneuver which Twilight admitted did occasionally still give her trouble. Sighing, Twilight nodded. "Okay. So," she grunted and glared again. "I am still horny. And cranky, missy. If I promise that I have a way to make you sleep the sleep of the submissively just, will you be able to get back into my lock, or am I gonna have to chase you around the mat again?"

Applejack rolled a bit further, onto her back and onto the mat. She gave Twilight an insouciant grin and winked. "Kin Ah call ya mistress again, an' none a that lady kerfuffle?"

Hands on the blossoming curve-masses she called hips, Twilight glared. "I shouldn't let you negotiate, but-- fine! This once." She reached down and stroked AJ's mane again, caressing it closer and closer to the proud orange spiral of her horn. "So here's what I'm going to do, sweetie. I'm going to reverse jackknife you, and you're going to hands-free eat me out." A broader smile twitched along the edge of my muzzle. "Since you're a pouty-pants about practicing your magic, you will be frigging me with your telekinesis, too. Clear?"

"Yes'm."

"Good. So. I'll cum a few times on your naughty little face. Which we both know will mean you'll be cumming too, like the little squealer you are. You will not be getting as many of my orgasms as the other girls did." Twilight reached one broad hand to her immense ass and squeezed her sensitive cutie mark. "And you will only get to lick my butt out and masturbate me to one climax. That's your punishment; Ready for the offer side?"

Applejack began to pant and heave, her gravity-squished-to-the-sides mega-wobblers rocking back and forth like captured jelly, fingers slowly trailing down her rock-solid six-pack before jerking back, not even touching the upper expanse of her wild pubic hair before stopping herself and nodding. "Yes, mistress."

Twilight quirked an eyebrow, licking her lips. "See, little cunt? You can behave. So. Final round. I take that last guard from you as my prize. You know I keep it, and the repaired one with me, just like the panties you and the girls offered up last week. Then I smack your silly, disobedient ass redder than it is now," she snarled, her muscles tensing out. Her kneeling squat was pushed forward as her calves tensed and her toes forced divots into the mat; her quads grew like time-lapsed mountain ranges forming. Her six-pack was battleplate; her arms, vast redwoods. Applejack whined at the sight, and her obedient sex openly drooled in awe-- as did her mouth.

Twilight continued, holding the display "Breasts, too, and this is your offer: you're permitted to take that punishment and not banished from my sight and then…" She breathed out, forcing herself to relax. "Then, you horn submit to me and I put you under a very precise sleep spell. That is the maximum. Do you accept? Be exquisitely clear, and enunciate."

Applejack's smile had returned, neither cocky and swaggering nor a veil to hide her strain. Open and honest as she always should be, she nodded, speaking slowly and carefully. "I understand and accept. I will be used for fewer orgasms, because I violated trust, but because we love each other, you'll still punish me rather than sending me away," she said softly, then shivered. "Then you'll grant my request, on your terms. I accept, Mistress Twilight, and thank you so much." Without having to be ordered, she pressed her vast shoulders into the mat, hulking arms out wide. With intense agility and perfect might, Applejack rolled her legs up, her hyper-controlled muscles permitting her to present into position for the jackknife.

Laughing softly, Twilight stood, shucking off her leather panties and putting them on the ropes nearby. She beamed down at Applejack, hiding her still-worried heart. It shouldn't have come to this. I'm going to need to ask Luna to watch out for my dear one, and make sure Rarity knows to keep her challenged and feeling loved. All she said aloud was, "Excellent. Mmm, you are an eager one, as ever. A pretty self-made work-out throne, all for me."

She sauntered over to Applejack, putting extra swing in her extra-broad hips. She exaggerated her turn, shimmying as she planted her huge feet past Applejack's muscular arms. Her pussy dripped, like a teasing water "torture" mixed with her exquisite sense, for, flexing and posing her massive legs on the way down, Twilight shook her groin in little twitches, covering Applejack's face in her scent. Her giant arms caught and ensnared Applejack's upraised legs, those mighty limbs subordinate by gift and indeed by nature to Twilight's much stronger arms. Her knees pinned Applejack's upper arms with care, and as she held her still-drooling cunt inches from Applejack's muzzle, she flexed, her sixty-inch jormunganic pythons trapping and squeezing the Princess of Earth's wide thighs and by extension, her surrendered body in the reverse jackknife.

As promised.

Twilight wriggled her toes out behind her in anticipation. Her clit throbbed in horniness, uncaring of its mistress' cares, and she admitted to herself, I can trust Applejack's word even beyond a Pinkie Promise. Let's just relax and let us enjoy each other. Two years is going to be a long time to not get to ride this exquisite muff diver's face. Still, she'd studied, and she knew that the anticipation was important, and the posing, verbally as well as bodily, vital. Grunting with satisfaction, she purred, "Got you trapped, my pretty broodmare. Are you ready to service a true warmare's twat?"

Applejack's first response was to struggle-- not to try to break free, but to give her mistress some firm resistance to press against, like a good throne. Her second was to bend her long muzzle up as far as she could, and make a few submissive little licks against the conquering thighs that towered over her face. "Yes, mistress," cooed Applejack-- to Twilight's bemused delight, in her "Applejewel" tones. I can work with this, thought Twilight.

With the usual terms of a match thrown out, Twilight's horn flared once more and she gathered up Applejack's mane braid, pulling the defeated sub up while she lowered herself down. The same magic began to tweak Applejack's huge, fat nipples and lightly tease her sensitive areolae. "Such a gorgeous broodmare. I really must look into finding a good stud to breed on you," Twilight purred. Which is what we're planning on, but.

As Applejack let out a demure meep, Twilight closed the distance, forcing her snatch down over Applejack's muzzle. "That's it. Lick good and deep, my pretty little jewel-slut," she ordered, "And maybe I'll make sure it's somepony nice and strong, so you can get good and fat with pretty warmare and warstud babies for me to train and spoil." She telekinetically paddled Applejack's sore bottom as she teased her love, and was rewarded in turn by Applejack's desperately skilled slurps and licks, the submitting mare's tongue drilling deep into Twilight's demanding pussy. The captive mare didn't neglect the critical use of her finger-dexterous upper lip, either, worshipfully petting and stroking over Twilight's clit.

It didn't take long for the promised climax to cum like rain all over Applejack's already well-marked face. The sheer exhilaration of completely owning such a strong, giant mare, of riding her face like the well-trained toy she'd become, of completely molding her body to fit Twilight's lusts-- it was incredible. Add that to the tremendously skilled tonguing her clenching cunt was receiving from Applejack, and the pleasure was overwhelming.

She didn't remain alone in delight for long; not with her pheromone-laden musk and female ejaculate covering Applejack's face, invading her nostrils by scent and forcing the compelling taste down her throat. And for Applejack, too, the position was pleasure paradise, though a Tartaran heaven. Her desires, so hot and tumultuous below her proud and forthright surface, to be ravished and owned by a superior in body and deed, were utterly satisfied. How could Applejack refrain from volcanic climax, squeals muffled by lavender thighs and a dark purple muff?

She couldn't. And her pleasure was all the greater for her utter inability to budge Twilight at all, even in the fullness of release, her thrashing utterly contained by Twilight's amazonian power. Even her broad torso was locked in place, held fast by Twilight’s unyielding grip-- save for the wobbling bobble of her bouncing breasts.

Twilight had her way with Applejack. Not just her face, no, though Twilight's aggressive hip-grinding was nearly as active a partner in fucking Applejack's face as Applejack's pleasuring tongue was at adoring Twilight's inner folds-- not quite long enough to reach her G from this angle save for a few straining flicks-- but oh, my, yes, Applejack was intensely good at finding and fulfilling the desires of other secret pleasures, and making the most out of those lovely, brief moments. And her clitwork was a practiced wonder all its own.

No, Twilight enjoyed that but she didn't stop there. Her telekinesis "abused" Applejack, slapping rump and tits, roughly pleasuring her nips and adding an extra squeeze or two to the massive yet utterly conquered thighs. Nor was her telekinesis the only way Twilight ravished Applejack's legs; the flexing motion of her gigantic biceps and bulky forearms squeezed and fondled the trapped limbs even as Twilight pulled her forward into the jackknife. Twilight couldn't entirely let herself go, not after Applejack's lapse before, but she was reassured that Applejack kept palms-close to her thighs in case a tap-out was necessary.

It wasn’t. Twilight’s precise control of her well-used sub’s buff body kept Applejack utterly entrapped and entranced beneath her slit, and Applejack's loving tongue and squirming body well-satisfied her mighty muscle mistress. Finally, Twilight judged that Applejack had been permitted to get her off enough, and wrapped the orange-hided alicorn in a swirl of magenta magic. She gently released her pin and used her magic to unkink her captive's body, standing to her full eight feet again and letting out a satisfied sigh as she folded her hulking arms above her head and played with her single-striped mane.

She strutted off and away from the dazed Applejack, turning to look back with a loving smile. "I'm going to miss you too, my jewel of an Apple, sexy subby slut and finest shieldmate of which I could dream," Twilight said softly, still playing with her mane, posing, flexing first the left bicep, then the right, and then back; shifting from one taut leg to the next, showing off broodbearing hips and thunderstorm thighs alike. She giggled a bit as Applejack tried thrice to speak, and simply couldn't manage it, raising up a single thumb in acceptance.

Still laughing like some strange combination of cavemare and schoolgirl, Twilight swept Applejack up from the floor, her treetrunk thighs captured in the crook of Twilight's overwhelmingly unstoppably muscled left arm, dangling her like a toy. The cute little meeps just made Twilight's cunt clench and wink for the final round, but Twilight still wanted to play first. She unstrapped the thigh guard that hadn't been broken; removed Applejack's belt, warmistress buckle and all, and hovered the rebuilt guard over, reaffixing them together with practiced magic-- playtime with her girls did tend to get rough, after all.

Slowly, Twilight hovered the claimed set down in front of the upside-down Applejack's eyes. "I'm going to need you to speak up again, sweetie, sorry. You attest and avow that these are my honorably claimed trophies of triumph over you?" she rumbled, her toes beating time with her pulse onto the mat, her tongue flicking along her broad-smiling lips as though tasting Applejack's surrender on the air with her pleasure-musk.

Applejewel tones gone but ensnared sextoy mindset remaining, Applejack groaned. Her taut tummy flexed her abs as-- Oooh, my, she's creaming! She must really have needed this workover-- she quivered in Twilight's grip, and she moaned, "Yes, mistress. Ah surrender them to you, as you have taken mah honor under yer hand once more."

"Good girl. And do you know what your face is going under now?"

To Twilight's lust and fascination, Applejack came again, just from the threats in her hormone-addled state. The limp warmare wimp squealed, "Under mah mistress' ass! Right where Ah belong!"

It was Twilight's turn to be wordless for a moment. She reached down to easily lift Applejack up in her arms, cradling her friend, lover, and complete captive against the magnificent mountain range of her rack, squeezing the whinnying, climaxing submissive close before laying her out gently on the mat once more.

Twilight's brain rebooted, and she gave a low, lusty chuckle. "I am so pleased with you, lover," she cooed, and went down on her knees again,waist straight and up for the moment. She patted the mat between her femmecum-slicked thighs and smiled. "Come on under, baby. I want to see you crawl for me. Crawl under the slave's passage, then roll on your back with your wimpy little arms on my calves. Oxygenate up, and I'll sit on your face and punish your naughty boobies. Won't that be nice?"

She wasn't sure whether Applejack climaxed again, or if it was merely a continuation, but the sexy strong hyperzon rolled over and writhed like a wriggling worm before her mistress. Huffing and puffing with extra exertion, she narrowed her shoulders as best she could to push through the unbreakable pillars of Twilight's heavy-thewed thighs, squirming around and pleasuring her mistress' pussy one last time with her stiff-held wings. Finally, she rolled around onto her back, her arms splayed and spread out to either side. "R-ready, mistress!" she grunted, hyperventilating and oxygenating as commanded.

Squish. While it would not be fair, in fact, to call Twilight's jiggly ass flabby, since the pert buttocks maintained a gorgeous shape, there was a large amount of plush to ooze and spread over Applejack's face. Her tail flicked lightly, teasing Applejack's hornbase as that lovely, well-trained tongue wriggled its way into Twilight's well-cleaned asshole, lovingly licking and teasing at the taut muscular ring. The begging, pleading laps did their work, and Twilight's sphincter loosened, permitting Applejack deep access to adore the anal passage as she had so often before.

Twilight grabbed hold of Applejack's huge boobs just as the analingus-focused mare remembered to wrap her mistress' clit in the green glow of her magic, adding by relatively crude but certainly ardent adaptation the pleasure that her lack of a Fluttershy or Pinkie-length tongue missed. Twilight had some mercy, and rewarded Applejack's memory by holding off on the promised tit-abuse for a bit, just stroking and squeezing the sensitive flesh with long, strong fingers. She alternated as Applejack's tongue swirled deeply into her ass, switching between caressing the pleasure-center laden titflesh, and teasing the fat nipples with deft, lightly-pinching fingers.

But that mercy could only last so long; a pouting submissive tongue deep in one's ass is not actually as fun as it might seem at first. Before Applejack could even miss it, Twilight began to steadily spank and swat her horny slut's mega-mammaries, abusing them with a careful aim at making sure pleasure always exceeded the sting, let alone the pain, for all her masochist marefriend might have preferred a little more. Applejack's fresh series of spasms beneath Twilight's conquering thighs-- which had nothing to do with the restriction of her air passage to the little Twilight's ass crack permitted-- told Twilight that her ministrations were appreciated, nonetheless.

So, too, did Twilight's silent fascination break. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her face flushed. As much as she might get a stronger physiological reaction from having her G lavished with tongue, short of being dominated by her own mistresses, there was little Twilight enjoyed more than having her big ol' booty prenched out by a skilled tongue, and Applejack's frequent challenges meant that she had been given plenty of opportunities to become quite familiar with what pleased Twilight's rump.

Rocking said rump and hips back and forth, quicker and quicker, her clit throbbing into the emerald embrace of Applejack's magic, the latest orgasm hit like a tidal wave. "Ah, ah, ah… Applejack!" Twilight squealed, and bit down hard on her lip to force her to keep her thighs rigidly in place. As exquisitely ecstatic as the anal-induced orgasm was, Twilight felt that Applejack had lost the right to feel even a faux-crusher.

That said, she did create a massive magenta phallus, knobbly-surfaced and just the right spot between pliant and stiff to stretch out Applejack's already creaming cunny, pushing her lover to a further orgasmic height right along with her. After all, she knew just how delightful a well-trained lover's hapless tonguing could be in the grips of such sensory overload; quite aside from the delightful repetitions upon her own twat, when she'd serviced the Grand Sun Booty on several occasions, the same techniques had been used to an even greater extent on her!

Eventually, however, Twilight reluctantly called the fun to an end. Applejack's ass had paid its forfeit during the jackknife, and she'd put enough red on orange tits for the moment. Twilight would not permit Applejack the easy way out to sleep beneath her rump. Surrender, that was her apology for violating Twilight's consent for the scene and scaring the daylights out of her.

To her credit, Applejack didn't pout when Twilight stood up and moved away from her this time. She just groaned and rutted against the absence of the vanished force-phallus for a few moments, before re-lighting her horn to thoroughly wash her mouth out. Twilight smiled. "Rainbows and Astrals all, you're hot when you're helpless, Applejack."

Applejack laughed weakly and struggled onto her knees. "Uh-- actually, mistress?"

"Twi, now, honey. I want you to have my name on your lips when you sleep, and when you wake up to see me off tomorrow."

Applejack grinned weakly. "Twi, Ah, uh-- Ah need a bit of help gettin' to mah feet. Ah'm afraid somepony left me all a-noodly," she explained.

"Flatterer," Twilight replied, but sauntered back over, kneeling down to pick Applejack up and cradle the smaller mega-mare into her arms. "Maybe you don't need to be standing, after all," she sniffed.

Applejack blinked. "Ah… don't have th'slightest clue whatcha mean here, Twi, Ah really don't."

Giggling, Twilight rubbed noses and exhaled into Applejack's nostrils; the sweet little mini-giantess laughed herself and blew a snort back. Twilight smiled, bouncing on her heels a bit and cuddle-squeezing Applejack into the pillowy expanse of her heavy knockers. "You don't need to know, love. Ready for your nap?"

Nodding rapidly, Applejack limply squirmed around, crawling a bit to pull herself onto the top of Twilight's titanic titties, her arms and rump dangling over her lover's arms awkwardly. Twilight laughed, and touched her horn to Applejack's; instantly, magenta and emerald light swirled in a swiftly turning helix. "Submit to me," Twilight said softly.

Applejack did, closing her eyes and letting go of the last of her nervous resistance to arcane magic, despite the several years now of having a horn herself. Twilight gave a soft, satisfied little rowl, licking the inside of her cheeks as she extended her power into Applejack, body, mind, and spirit enveloped in purple power. Slowly, Applejack's breathing slackened; her eyes fluttered shut, and her orgasm-relaxed muscles went further limp.

Soon, with the lewdly used farmer princess cuddled close to her chest, Twilight teleported herself, her prize, and her panties to Applejack's room. The spell was tied to the positions of the sun and moon as well as a precise timer, making sure there was no chance Applejack would miss Twilight's get-away. She tucked Applejack into bed, giggling quietly at the apple-print comforter. "You're so adorable," she whispered, and kissed her naked lover on the forehead before 'porting her prizes to her room, and slinking back into her panties.

She felt herself up, gave herself a quick pheromone-scrub spell, and made sure that all of the flaps on her outfit were sealed. Twilight popped out of Applejack's room, but not to her destination.

Instead, she took a quiet stroll, taking her time to look over Friendship Castle's crystalline, oft-confusing walls. "I'm going to miss you," she whispered, and felt the castle's semi-sleeping spirit murmur back to her. It had waited a long time to grow, and had the patience of the inanimate about such tiny things as a two year trip elsewhere.

Soon enough, she reached the door she was looking for. This time, I'm not waiting to be tracked down and have my rump swatted by a rude little sub, Twilight promised herself. I'm taking this to her, head on.

Although theoretically only the senior of the juniors without any true call or right to have invasive privileges over the other Elemental Princesses, Twilight had long ago resigned herself to the occasional usefulness of the fact that all of the other five insisted that she be granted complete and untrammeled access to their wards, locks, and property. It's almost cute sometimes, she supposed, and right now it's useful.

Just as her hand turned the knob, the door opened. The smell of her favorite tea, just coming up to boil hit her first, and then the sight of Rarity made her stop and blink. "Wha…?" Twilight asked as she saw her dignified, ladylike musclemare friend and often most wiley submissive, kneeling, face and horn planted on the ground in a pose of surrender no less complete than Applejack's for all the distance from Twilight's well-tongued ass. Wearing an exquisitely designed, expertly tailored, and raunchily slutted-up Prench Maid outfit.

"Ah, mistress," Rarity said happily, sliding her bulky body back until her frilly-adorned but otherwise quite bare butt touched her high stiletto heels. She pressed one demure hand up between her jiggly H-cups as they bounced around, apron quite revealing her aroused little nips trapped in Twilight's own magical nipple-clamp faux-piercings, adorned with Twilight's cutie mark on little weighted pendants resting upon her apron. The other remained on her thigh, in waiting. "Right on schedule. How may your obedient slut serve you, my beloved princess and owner?"

Well. That's… different.