Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship, third most mighty of mega-amazons on Epona, looked over a scene of domestic tranquility.

Sexy domestic tranquility.

Stylish, yet comfortable chairs were set up to one side, in a quaint little nook around a small, transparent-surface table. Subtle whorls created texture and optical illusions alike, without being too garish.

The chairs were set up to easily transition to a solution much like Pinkie's, supporting a sub beneath without discomfiting the ass of her mistress. The table was magically enhanced so that a slut could get a good pounding on it while having the curves on it stimulate back, belly, or tits, or whatever was planted on it.

The tea smelled excellent. A wondrous first flush darjeeling, Twilight's favorite. Rarity was done up in a most seductive Prench Maid outfit, with lace teasing around everywhere, even her fetching headpiece. Twilight was not surprised the lace's swish matched that of the table. Ridiculous twelve-inch stilettos with sharp pointed toes forced her potent calves into stark relief, trapped within long stockings with the same frills where the edges of Rarity's muscular thighs poked out to either side of her demure little apron.

The apron already damp with a scent as delicious as the darjeeling. Twilight's eyes narrowed and she planted her broad palms on broader hips. Rares is the trickiest of the bunch, she knew. What's she planning?

The quiet lasted, but Rarity finally broke it with a question. "Mistress?" she asked hopefully. "Do your slave's preparations please your aesthetics?"

Twilight's nostrils flared. "Preparations for…?" she replied.

"For me to serve and service you, of course, most beloved mistress!"

"I have reservations."

"Mistress never needs res-"

"Rarity."

The muscular mare sniffed distastefully and smoothed out her frilly apron. "First, if it pleases mistress," she said with a boob-bouncing huff, "your slave would prefer to leave that name and its pretensions behind."

Twilight cocked an eyebrow, and made a dismissive tilt of her broad, powerful shoulder. "Fine. Precious. I have suspicions."

Rarity pouted demurely, with only the lightest lip wobble added to her tit bobble. "But mistress!" she cried. "I live only to serve!"

Twilight glared. Then grinned, and grinned wider when she saw a lovely shudder up Rarity's bustiere-tightened udders at the smile. "You can prove it," she nickered, and slowly pumped her left arm into a tight curl. She slowly licked the massive sixty-inch peak. "Can't you?" She winked, and nodded when she saw the grateful smile on Rarity's face. Then she sneered. "Whorse."

The gratitude grew, though it was swiftly replaced by an artful look of horror and shock. "Mistress!" wailed Rarity. She backed up, agile hands waving in frantic warding gestures that just so happened to be those that would set a temperature cycle for the tea. Her panting and quivering made Twilight's clit throb enthusiastically; but it was the wafting scent of her dear friend's alicorn arousal that made her truly comfortably, truly eager for the scene.

Rarity didn't want to fight. Had no protest or insecurity. She just wanted to be deep down in subspace as Twilight's prime Precious bitch. To be humiliated, forced, and ultimately fucked silly.

Twilight couldn't wait to feel her fashionista friend submit beneath the purple plush of her princessly thighs.

Time to earn my cunnilingus receipt! she thought cheerfully. And analingus and muscolingus and pesilingus.... My Precious doesn't just give good head. She knew the intense, hyper horniness showed in her eyes; Precious took an unplanned stumble backwards, smacking that taut, toned tush into her dresser. Good thing we reinforce our furniture.

"Don't you dare protest, cunt," Twilight snarled. "What is your game? Drugs, in tea? You're lucky I don't throw your ass to Mistress Sun and tell her you've been adulterating stock."

Precious screamed in true, high-pitched broodmare fashion. Utterly at odds with the mighty, chiseled maretriarch's frame under her pale, well-groomed hide, but indicative of how she wanted to be treated. With much wailing and wriggling and jiggling and flexing, Precious frantically and perhaps slightly overdramatically panicked, whining, "I promise, Mistress Twilight! I've been a good slut! Your tea is black, hot, and nothing but tea and water! I didn't even masturbate while making it!"

Twilight sneered. "You can prove that you're obedient," she reminded Precious. "The leopard-print, I think. Since you've been so suspiciously evasive."

Shuddering, Precious placed the back of her hand to her hornbase and tossed her head back, wings plastered in close. "Oh, cruel mistress!" she yelped. "Not the leopard-print."

"Leopard print," Twilight repeated, and tapped her lip. Then she smirked. "With orgasm denial, I think. On command only." She sniffed, and drew herself up to her full eight feet of height. Cracking her knuckles, flexing her immensely potent muscles, she strutted into the room, outrageously oversized hips swaying back and forth. The squeeze of her gigantic quad sent the fat of her super-curvy thighs grinding over her leather panties, and the casual bulge of her giant arms moved in perfect time with the pump of her rump.

She loomed over the panting Precious. "Well, slut?" she growled. "Are you mare enough to prove your obedience? Or should I just break you the easy way, and make you drink your own tea!"

Shivering, Precious's trembles bobbed her stiff nips and faux-piercings up against the leather cupping her mistress' superior melons. She cleared her throat, swallowed, and found herself speechless, groaning as marejuices meandered down her proud thighs-- once-proud, but mere sticks compared to the near-perfect amazon gams her mistress had. Finally, she summoned her courage and curtseyed.

Or tried, and found herself trapped face-first in Twilight's tits, just in time for a face-battering bounce of the huge U-cups. Twilight flexed a little bit extra, bulging her pecs out behind her absurdly lush mammaries, just to make a point, then let Precious go. Finally, groaning, Precious forced her pussy into discipline, and unfolded from the curtailed curtsey. "M-mistress," she whimpered. "I… I will obey!"

"Good," Twilight said, then grabbed Precious' ass for a lewd squeeze. "But not good enough, slut. You took too long. That means you have to have a contest with me, just like everypony else." Her lips curved into a smile, and she bounced back from Precious, rocking on her heels excitedly. "But not a wrestling contest, wimp! You have to pose. Most marely mare wins!" She grinned even broader. "You also don't get a shot at the top. But I tell you what, I'll let you skip the leopard-print granny-panties if you beat me."

Precious' face got very Rarity-esque. "Mistress," she said with a warm, throaty chuckle, "I stand about as much chance of beating you in a posedown as dear sweet little Dashie does beating you at arm-wrestling. Less." She clapped her hands together repeatedly. "I love it! How shall we judge, and what shall we pose?"

"In reverse order," Twilight explained, "The Big Four-- biceps," she squeezed Precious' with firm enough force to leave little red marks on the white skin. "Boobs," and here she smacked Rarity's tits from left to right with the back of her hand, "Butt," which was followed by spanking the 'poor' (caught on the edge of breaking her pussy discipline and cumming) mare on the ass, "And thighs."

Of course, Twilight spanked Precious' thighs as well, 'beating' her most cruelly before whispering, "You'll be judging, slave. Because we both know you'll be nearly as honest as Applejack, if only because anything else would make me furious." She flexed her own thighs a bit, purple plush going taut as the super-muscles beneath bulged with casual immensity, then tapped Precious on her sensitive nose. "You may thank me by cumming your broodie little brains out, slave."

So Precious did, with obvious relief. She collapsed forward, all pretensions to ladylike dignity or even a servant's aplomb gone as she squealed into Twilight's giant left teat. Cumming hard, her brain teasing her twat almost as much as Twilight's firm hand-- her left of which was indeed frigging her pretty slave through the climax. As she groaned and shimmied, her white-hide-clad muscles bulging with enough power to set even Earth clan maretriarchs greener with jealousy, she looked like a small, delicate thing in Twilight's arms.

And so Twilight treated her for the moment, cooing lightly as she stroked between Precious' wings, cuddling her safely close to her U-cup titty, and thrusting her thick middle finger deep into Precious' spasming slit. "That's it, baby," she whispered in Precious' flicking ear. "Cum it all out." Her pointer finger joined her middle in pumping Precious' pussy expertly. "Who knows when I'll let you cum next? Maybe I'll leave instructions that you can't cum until you've gotten AJ to the mat three times… in a row!" She chuckled, and tugged on Precious' ear with her teeth, watching and feeling and smelling her beloved friend climax… from just the promise of what she planned to do to poor Precious.

"Well, to be serious a moment, honey," she said when Precious finished cumming, and pulled her fingers out to taste the Princess of Nobility's quim-fluids before kissing her fiercely. "AJ's feeling pretty bad. I know you'll both make sure that Flutters is petplayed to her dear heart's content, but I need you to badger AJ as much as you can. As exhausting as it'll be, I'm counting on you to keep her in shape for this year, baby." Twilight kissed Precious full on the lips again, and shared Precious' own sex-taste with her, tonguing in deep. "Can you promise me that?"

"Whu… huh…? But I have to be white after labor day! Dyeing is so tacky!" Rarity groaned, then shook her head clear. "Er, sorry, darling." She pecked Twilight on the cheek. "I'll be a positive burr in that perfect pumped tush, I promise."

"Thanks, Rares-my-Precious," Twilight said with a laugh, then gently straightened Precious back onto her feet, brushing off her shoulders. "Ready to try your hardest for me?"

"Always," Precious promised, and Twilight suspected she wasn't a bit surprised when Twilight flung her arm around Precious' elegantly muscled neck and headlocked her over to Precious' sartorial station, and all its convenient mirrors.

Dear Mistress Twilight, Precious thought fondly. As intense a Lady as one can get without being permitted into the presence of the Astral Princesses. And-- as good a submissive as she of course knew she was-- the lusts and loving of the Astrals was, perhaps, just a tad much for day to day jeu du coeur.

She hummed-- well, moaned in vibratto, it did not do to break character-- to herself as she was dragged over to be displayed, to display, to contest, and to lose to her mistress. They touch the heart too deeply, she thought, shuddering a bit and clamping down on the rebellious surge of pleasure in her nethers. Touch the heart too deeply for it to be truly play. The memory alone almost broke her, and she'd just been treated to a lovely fingering, after all!

Precious found herself hauled up in front of the mirror, the taller, more massively built and far more massively curved body of her mistress looming behind her. "You first, pet," growled Mistress Twilight in her ear. She gasped as her mistress took her ear, like a stud prodding the broodmare Precious pretended to be, and twisted back.

So she obliged, of course. "B-bicep first, as you c-command, Mistress Twilight?" she asked, and pitched her voice with just the right tremble.

It wasn't entirely feigned. Mistress Twilight is so delightfully forceful! she told herself, and bit her lower lip to stifle a pleased sigh.

"Ah!" she yelped, feeling her mistress' stern palm on her lace-clad left buttock. She didn't dare rub, and her mistress hadn't the mercy to do it, bless her lovely instincts.

A snarl that left her knees almost weak enough to fall sounded in Precious' ear. "You know it," rumbled Twilight as she shoved her huge bosom against Precious' wings. "Now get to it, slut!"

Slut, perfectly appropriate to the role shouted by the costume after all, a clinical, Rarity part of her trilled, but her Preciousness was focused on performance. She marefully gave it her all, standing tall, feet the proper spacing apart, torso tilted back into the lovely cushioning of Mistress Twilight's right tit. Now, the pièce de résistance, Precious…

Curling up her right bicep in front of the mirror, Precious was proud of the work she'd done on the outfit. Quite aside from the self-repairing enchantment, should her mistress decide to be brutal (one could only hope!), the lace and prench stylings a perfect accentuation to her-- in other company, quite prodigious!-- curves, with no sleeve to speak of. The shoulder, tight enough to display her feminine might, but loose enough to permit a full range of motion-- such as this!

She showed off as best she could. Her mighty fifty-inch peak, blessed upon her by Ascension, much to dear Applejack's disgust-- Not cheap gaining at all, she thought huffily, That blasted farmer got sorcery, didn't she?-- swelled high and proud. Though in terms of absolute lifting, her former earth pony friend was the mistress in both technique and capacity, Rarity had dutifully studied the arts of lift and pose alike. She was thus similarly proud of the poise of her fist, the bulge of her forearm, and the elegant balance of the mighty bicep itself.

All for naught on this field of contest! she thought cheerfully, though of course, she kept a fearful pout upon her muzzle. Slowly, behind her, the giant mass of Mistress Twilight's delightfully dominating sixty-inch bicep rose. Her pose, equally as good. Nay, Precious' heart told her, most sternly, she is superior in all things! The shadow of it overwhelmed Precious' offerings, outlining her white tightness in the royal purple.

"Well?" Twilight asked impatiently. Each tap of her size twenty-two-and-a-half feet sent her huge breasts jiggling over Precious' back and wings. Each jiggle slapped her fat nipples across Precious' taut muscles, or battered her elegantly preened feathers. It was lovely.

Precious swallowed down her fear of failing Mistress Twilight. "I must confess, Mistress," she nickered softly, wanting so badly to turn and tuck her muzzle under her mistress' jawline, "That if I were to jud-- Eek!"

Smack went Twilight's hand on poor Precious' abused rump again. Thankfully, this time, on the other cheek. "Don't cheat, slave," Twilight warned. "You may know your puny 'cep, but you need to measure my peak."

As Precious started to move towards her tailoring paraphernalia for a cloth measuring tape, smack went her mistress' hand again. This time, Twilight went horizontal, crossing Precious' delicate crack from toned cheek to toned cheek, stinging on her existing redness so delightfully. "M-mistress?!" yelped Precious.

"Measure, bitch," Twilight growled. "With your tongue." In the mirror, Precious saw her mistress' purple horn bob as Twilight tilted around to wink at her.

Ah, Precious thought. I do love her whims so!

"Your slave apologizes for her shameful incompetence, Mistress," she cooed, letting her arm relax and turning. She curtseyed, again, alas foregoing another dip into blessed lavender-hided darkness to avoid wearing on her mistress' forbearance. "Might I request that you dip slightly, to help your poor puny bitch reach for meas-oooohhhh…. Mistress!"

Her wail was the only lapse in discipline she allowed herself, steeling her eager sex against prohibited release. The temptation that her mistress inflicted upon her was merciless. The gorgeously mighty Princess of Friendship dipped into a lunge, massive, curvaceous, potent left leg out back, showing perfect extension, whilst her right curled and flex, plush giving way to the triumph of unstoppably ferocious quads. Precious wanted to take a holomemory spell, and whimpered a wordless plea.

Blessed is my mistress' generosity! Precious thought as Twilight nodded and winked again. Precious' horn flared cornflower blue, just briefly, and she saved the sight for later inspiration while coming up with more proper adornments for her lady.

And absolutely tip-top wank material, of course!

Twilight schooled herself to avoid a relieved sigh. Rarity would never be dishonest about a challenge, of course, but she could be… tricksy… if she felt she wasn't getting quite the domming she deserved. Twilight knew, for example, that she couldn't give Rarity's cute little horn a nice sucking, or she'd be treated to Precious brattery of a kind that, while fun to punish from time to time, she did not have the energy for right now.

As it was, just getting into the mood and mindset to actually bully one of her closest friends was hard enough, and she damn well knew it got Precious' nips and clit harder than said horn in the first place. Hard enough, after years of domming them all, after years of having an alicorn's needs drive her. Not to say there aren't perks, she thought as she let herself have a big, smug smile.

It was in character for mean ol' Mistress Twilight, after all, to be so smug about her trembling little prench bitchmaid slurping and sucking all over her big, tight bicep. And it was lovely, right down to her juicing pussy, to watch a trembling amazon abase herself, worshipping Twilight's muscles, as was proper. To feel that strong tongue lap and massage with a precision and skill that only her Precious really had, for all that Flutters' and Pinkie's were longer. Add the sucking kisses and hot breath over moistened hide…

Well, it was no wonder that Twilight's pussy was nearly cumming in anticipation of feeling that expert mouth and mistressful tongue for itself!

But she denied herself for the moment, watching Precious' ass, Twilight's property and freely given thus, wriggle and sway in the mirror. Precious' well-groomed tail, tied with a lace ribbon in a fetching bow, was flagged, displaying her pretty, twitching pussy for Twilight's perusal. Whoops, time to be mean again, she thought wryly.

"I can read your cunt like a book, slut!" she growled, and loved the feeling of Precious' yelps and whimpers into Twilight's 'cep. As in, I'm having a great time looking, but I want to get my hands on it personally… "Don't you dare cum before your owner and better gives leave, no matter how big of a whorse you are for big, dominant muscle mistresses!" Too much? she wondered.

She'd forgotten there really wasn't such a thing as too much for Precious Rarity, as long as the topics remained on the green list, or even most of the yellow. Little groans and squeals and, "Yes mistress, no mistress, I wouldn't dare, mistress," repetitions escaped Twilight's lovely subbie's lips against Twilight's lovely-huge muscle.

All the fun, Twilight thought cheerfully. From a wetter Precious pussy to tighter flexes on those beautiful, well-defined quads and calves, everybody won. Twilight got a great bicep-massage and a fantastic show, and Precious got to feel nice and pummeled.

Alas, all too soon, wriggling and licking must be ended. Twilight put on her game face sneer again, and snarled, "Haven't you finished measuring yet? Or are you just hoping I'll miss it if you micro-climax?"

"N-n-no, Mistress Twilight!" wailed Precious. "I mean, yes, mistress, I've finished. Your magnificent bicep is so much bigger than my poor, wimpy, chicken wing!"

Chicken wing, Rares? Twilight thought with a mental sigh. No such thing as too much in your overacting either, sweetie? Oh well, since it makes you happy… She swatted Precious' ass. "First loss, slave. But you have three more chances to beat me… Tell you what, if you can be as marely as I am for even one… I won't make you pile on the whorsish eye shadow too!"

A yelping Precious was adorable. A yelping Precious leaping up into the air so her fat H-cups bobbled all over the place was hot. "No, mistress, please mistress, not the clumpy eye shadow!" screamed the smaller mare, shuddering.

Twilight got into character all the way and growled. "You dare?" she sniffed haughtily. "Fine. A forfeit per loss!" She watched Precious's corded throat swallow heavily. "Yes, that's just the thing. You're stuck with the leopard-print grannies now. Next loss is super-heavy eye shadow… and then… hot pink lipstick!"

Whimpers, pleading, lovely squirming and sexy begging… but no safewording. Ooh, Twilight thought. My pretty white mare wants to go all the way. … Wait, shit! I need a fourth thing! She snorted disdainfully and leered at the quivering prench muscleslave to buy herself time.

Can't be streetwalker pumps, she's already in twelve inch stilettos. Can't be faux-piercings, she's got them on already. How can I… Twilight grinned evilly, and Precious quailed all the further.

"M-mistress?" she asked, the stutter far less feigned.

Twilight slowly licked her tongue from one side of her lips to the other and back. "And finally… if you fail to outpose me four times in a row…" she threatened, thinking, And we both know you will, even getting to 'judge' by licking whatever I tell you to… She turned, stood, and grabbed Precious' chin, pulling her muzzle close. "If you fail four times in a row, I'm teleporting back in the fishnets from last time," she breathed. "Yeah, I didn't let you throw them away."

Precious froze. Her voice dropped lower, and her lip began to quiver as her eyes widened. "No," she gasped. "Not the stockings with… holes in them!"

Twilight gave her best crazy laugh. The sort of laugh that spelled "Smarty Pants for All, And to All, a Good Hexing."

Well, it should have. Except that now, as then, she only really managed a soft titter while her eyes bulged and her ears bent at odd angles.

Bless her heart, Precious managed to stifle her own laugh, and cowered, trembling.

Trembling, Twilight told herself as she leered at Precious' pretty, shaking wings. Definitely not paroxysms of silent laughter.

"Anyway," she growled, making Precious leap back to standing-cowering that set curves and muscles quivering much more nicely, "Those are the stakes. But first…" She gave her best unholy smile, and that got Precious' knees and arousal-dampened thighs knocking together behind her frilly apron.

Licking her lips, Twilight strutted forward, her huge breasts leading the way as she deliberately overpumped her arms and legs, bulging her muscles out dangerously. "The leopard-print granny panties!" she roared at Precious. "Immediately! And to punish you-- while you're still forbidden to orgasm, of course-- no turning the clitstim on!"

Actually, sweetie, Twilight thought, as she bit her lower lip, groaning with the beauty of watching Precious' hind end waggle in the air, tail flagged, it's my mercy, and we both know it. Twilight wasn't just stronger and better at magic; she had better body discipline too. Of course, since Celestia demands it… I don't have much of a choice.

My love! she wailed mentally, and even Precious' lace-clad ass only barely kept her mind focused. I'm going to miss you even more than the girls! She resolved to really put Precious through a damn good topping, just like her mentor, lover, dominatrix, and goddess had slowly ramped up doing to her. A sacrifice in your honor, beloved.

There were the awful things now. Tacky, bright, shiny leopard-print pattern… granny panties. Thick enough to be obvious under most clothing-- deliberately, at least the lines of it-- and utterly unflattering.

Not to mention s-o-o-o tacky! Precious thought with distaste. Thankfully, that distaste itself, being humiliated and forced against her chosen aesthetic… Delicious.

That, and the magically-activated clitoral stimulator and inflating butt plug. Those definitely were more aesthetically pleasing… when her mistress (or that rude Applejack, on occasions when she achieved dominance and the whim struck) chose to use them on her, of course.

But still, that meant she had to put the blasted things on… and there were all sorts of shades of humiliation and degradation, even for a perfect submissive such as her Precious self.

"Mistress, must I?" whispered Precious, and she yelped yet again as Mistress Twilight let out a snarling nicker. Not waiting to further push her mistress' forbearance, Precious hastily untied a few of the lacings on her apron, stepped out of her enormous stilettos, and began to step into the terrible things.

She made a show out of it. Her ass, flagged tail and all, and vulnerable, juicy pussy was exposed to her mistress, but of course! She knew, though, that unlike a stallion she was hypnotising with those treats, her mistress wouldn't just be satisfied by her pink's presence. No, Precious slowly flexed from calves to quads as she raised her first leg up. As she stepped into the Awfulness of the leopard-print granny panties, she swished her hips slowly, displaying just how much her mistress' cruelty affected her!

(Very well, thank you very much)

Slowly, she planted her foot back down onto her heels, pushing her calf back up. Then, trembling, wriggling, wishing she could masturbate, let alone climax, she did the exact same again with her other leg. Muscles and elegance and sheer lewd horniness, all on display for her mighty, leather-clad mistress.

Reluctantly, she pulled the the panties up, letting out an undignified grunt as Mistress Twilight slapped her ass. Or rather, slapped the end of the plug just when Precious had it positioned, sending the the expandable toy in deliciously rough to Precious' well-trained ring of muscle. "Filled," she moaned, and realized that her mistress had actually gotten her low enough in subspace to say the half-protest out loud.

And it's never a good idea to protest that one is filled when one has an item which expands ensconced in one's asshole, she knew. Especially when one's mistress is in a Mood.

"Not nearly, slut," growled Mistress Twilight. "Filled, is it? Not nearly or hardly enough." She fingered the dial on the plug's base, and it began to rapidly inflate. "Let's set this to Big Mac. I haven't seen him fill you since he got married."

Nor dear Fluttershy's Bulk Biceps since he's been on assignment to the south, Precious thought wistfully, and sweet Keezy hasn't been bringing any of his buffalo studs home to share with his mistress' poor, neglected pussy, let alone her hind end, which makes it wise to mouth off, in a certain sense, after all.

Nonetheless, she knew it certainly was unwise to say those sorts of things, since she had no wish to be slapped into a chastity belt and sensory deprivation rig until the farewell proceedings.

Instead, she whined and whimpered and wriggled, begging and pleading with her harsh mistress. "No… no… I can't take it!" she cried, loving every moment of having her anus stretched to accommodate a most inconceivable girth. The fact that when it reached dear Macintosh's eight inch diameter she'd hardly be able to make a move without feeling its rigid protest… Why, that just makes it all the sweeter.

"You'll take it, slave," Mistress Twilight growled, and reached around in front to remove Precious' faux-piercing from her clit. There was a brief rush of sensation as the clamp was removed, swiftly replaced by the clitoral stimulator attached to the front of her panties. Precious' eyes nearly crossed from the sensation of her stiff little clitty being marehandled about by her mistress, and then whined again at the numbing feeling.

"That's right," her mistress growled. "Punishment. No stim for you until you've earned it!

Precious was rather relieved, actually; it made her mistress' awful command to avoid orgasming easier. Again, I daren't say so, or she'll go the other way… Precious swallowed heavily, panting and trying to get her center back.

Mistress Twilight stepped back, and grinned. "Now, let's see," she nickered, slamming her well-padded left hip against Precious' ass as she walked away. This not only left the muscular maid-mare flailing and wheeling, but shoved the expander plug in against unstretched areas of her ass like an overeager stallion. "Tits out, slave. Pull those laces down and show off your mistress' property and we'll get to posing. Why, maybe if your udders are good enough, you won't have to wear the clumpy eye shadow!"

Tongue slowly licking at her lips, Precious obeyed. Her arms, muscular as they might be, were agile and flexible. She was easily able to undo the first few laces of her broodie-styled corset, then flick her hands around front to show off the curvy, perky prominences of her thick-nippled H-cups. Said nipples being adorned with Twilight's cutey mark, of course, the faux-piercings seeming almost tighter for the lack of balance against the numbing field below.

"That's good, baby," Twilight cooed. "Maybe you'll get a third puberty and end up something other than flat as a board!" she teased, making Precious' white hide flush red from muzzle to the tops of her breasts themselves. Her breasts were far larger than most normal mares could aspire to, and decently heavy in the hyper community.

Among the Princesses, she was the second flattest over first puberty, let alone second. A bit of real wist struck her mind at the comparison, and she scented her own arousal-- and her mistress'-- as the humiliation struck home. After all, dear little Flurry Heart would probably inherit her mother's bosom in adulthood, if Rarity was any judge, and Rarity hated being anything less than an overflowing symbol of true maredom.

Nonetheless, this was her one chance to end up slightly less tackily whorsish than her mistress had in mind. And while Precious was soaking the awful leopard-print from just how much she delighted being forced into tackiness at all, it might be nice to reclaim some dignity. After all, breasts were a symbol of maredom, period. The flat As on an athletic normal pegasus could be just as beautiful as, say, Nurse Redheart's heavy G-cups… and hopefully, Precious' own alicorn H-cups could compete with her mistress' unadorned U-cups.

Oh, who am I kidding, she thought dryly, and firmly forced her mouth to cut off any attempt to drool before it began. Slowly, sensuously, smugly, Twilight Sparkle was taking off the custom leather bra that Rarity herself had made for her. If Precious' arms were muscular, hers were titantically superb. Of divine-among-divine strength, a faint echo of the Astrals' own ultimate muscularity. And she, too, had that same incredible dexterity, her jormunganic arms wriggling like the super-pythons they were, making her heavy melons, mammary mountains, shake and bobble as Precious watched.

Before Rarity's ascension, the first time she'd branded herself Twilight's Precious bitch was when an aroused Twilight had stripped off shirt and bra, just like this. With her pheromones filling the room, the jiggle was literally hypnotic. All Precious wanted to do was just drown herself in watching that motion, of purple plush perky enough to be of perfect form, yet sagging just enough to bobble with every bounce.

Mustn't! she warned herself, steeling her considerable will against even the thought of kneeling before that nipply roll and maretriarch's wobble. Mustn't give in, or mistress won't push me further!

Twilight reached over and took Precious by the chin. "Pose, baby. Not kneel," Twilight said, then chuckled. "I'll tell you when to kneel. For now, you know the drill. Show 'em off. Let's see if you can make something of your…" She ducked her head down, tapping Precious' horn with her own as she inspected Precious' chest, pretending to be unsure. "Breasts, let's call them."

Precious pouted, harumphed… and obeyed. She flung her head back, tossing her mane about between her wings, and planted her hands on her broad hips, out to the side. She swung her chest forward, bobbling her hefty knockers into the face of her far-curvier mistress. Tightening her abs just so, she showed off her beautiful, lush pair, letting the light reflecting off the mirrors outline her white hide.

Twilight smiled, and kissed Precious on the lips. "Alright," she said with a laugh. "They're noticeable-- and nice. But remember-- you have to measure mine. The proper way." Precious gave a shy blush, and nodded.

Still, it was to Precious' credit that she held her pose, proud as any mare could be, when Twilight struck the same. Broader hands down onto far broader hips; bigger pecs behind a bigger pair of magnificent mammaries. Twilight's immense U-cups jiggled and bobbled forward as Twilight's stance tightened, but Precious wouldn't call it mass alone that made Twilight's chest more magnificent.

Even if Twilight's were five times as big as poor Precious'.

No, Precious thought as her eyes met Twilight's, waiting for permission, It's not just that. She was proud of her perkiness; only Luna, truly, was perkier. And Applejack's were even bigger than Twilight's, among the elements. The metadivine perfection of the Astral Sisters' racks were, of course, out of the contest by virtue of being so far beyond the younger alicorns as to inspire awe. Jealousy wasn't even an option.

Twilight nodded, and commanded, "Measure now, pet."

Precious sighed with distress. Well, happiness, but she made sure to play up the distress. She leaned in across her mistress' substantive bosom, and began to slowly lick at just the base, nuzzling and lapping over the supple purple hide. She sucked lightly, rewarded for her excellent lip and tonguework by her mistress' happy groans-- even once a small, shuddering climax that set Twilight's tits battering Precious' face.

She loved it.

Precious kissed more and more, licking with frantic hunger. Twilight's huge rack had some sag to it; enough to make the jiggle clear. There was something… some element of perfection, a reflection of Mistress Sun in her prize student-subbie, that just made Twilight's curves luscious. No one could resist them. Well, gay males and completely straight mares, Precious supposed. But it was said that Twilight's pure fertile excess even made those hardwired to lust for males at least feel good that so much magic and healthiness were reflected in a goddess-princess of their world.

Even if I couldn't bear Mistress Sun's disappointed look if I said the word goddess outloud, Precious reflected wryly. She made sure to lick top, side, and underboob with thorough worship, anyway, provoking another orgasm from her mistress' sensitive tits before burying her face in Twilight's cleavage.

Twilight shoved her licking lips down further, though, and wrapped her heavy melons around Precious' horn. "I know I said measure, and meant lick me off," Twilight grunted, "But I'm so fucking horny, Precious!" she cried, and gave up on the pose too.

Precious' eyes crossed again. She whimpered in real panic now as Twilight crossed her huge arms over her fat tits and squeezed them over Precious' horn. Squeezed, and fondled herself, jiggling the heavy U-cups up and down. I can't-- she thought, then let out a soft cry. Her face was still mostly in Twilight's cleavage, but her muzzle was poking out that bottom. "Mistress!" she wailed, her horn's sensitivity driving her mad with pleasure. Driving her to re-soak arousal-soddened panties, and for all her discipline, little flares began to light up and down her boob-braced spire.

Twilight grabbed Precious' horn by the tip, huge fist squeezing with delicacy while her thumb rubbed over the blunt tip. She pulled Precious' face out, and before Precious could catch her breath, Twilight smiled and said, "It's okay, baby. You can climax like the little whorse you are. Just remember, when you do, I'm going to put the eye shadow on for you while you nurse at my nips… and then I'm going to beat your tits like you deserve for losing like such a slut."

Precious sighed with open happiness. "As my mistres commfmmffs!" she said, cut off as Twilight plunged her face back into the waiting purple cleavage. This time, her mistress left a few inches of the top of Precious' horn free, and began to suck on the tip. The swirl of her mistress' tongue, nearly as expert as Precious' own, was the final straw.

Unable to stand on her own, but held captive by Twilight's booblock, Precious fell forward. Her muffled cries and shuddering moans were captured by the same soft loveliness that squeezed her poor horn so. She grunted, pumping her hips back and forth and muscular legs up and down like the lewd little cum-smuggler streetwalker that Twilight was tarting her up as, pussy gushing as her orgasms hit.

Orgasms plural, in the sense that her horn was shooting up into Twilight's hungry mouth, the magic swallowed by the Princess thereof, even as her cunt and core clenched in response to the overwhelming teasing and hornjob. There was no sense in resisting, not when the numbing field was off her clit and the pressure of the stimulator's hold nearly as good as when the field would be on.

"I've lost, I've lost, my bosom is nothing before your magnificent breasts!" squealed Precious when Twilight decided she'd cum enough. Precious' only warning was Twilight yanking her head out again, but it was enough. After a few more messy bursts of illusions towards the ceiling and pussy-juicing right through her leopard print panties, she was able to regain control of herself.

She'd need it. The smirk on her mistress' face was terrifying.

Twilight felt her grin spreading and her eyes twitching lightly. "That felt so good, Precious!" she purred, and then reached out to grab Precious by the throat. "Still gonna paint you up nice and slutty, though," she cooed. "Just like you deserve."

Whimpering, the weaker amazon struggled lightly, her hands tugging and pulling at Twilight's potent forearm. All useless; Twilight was as much stronger than Precious as Precious herself was stronger than a normal pony… at least. She yanked, carefully, sending Precious tumbling forward and twirled, locking Precious' head under one arm and dragging her to the makeup stand. "Eye shadow, bitch?" she asked imperiously.

Precious gasped, "Please, mistress…" and cut off promptly when Twilight growled. I'm so horny! So horny! she thought, and bit her lower lip to avoid a panting fest that would have been most disappointing. Horny or not, she couldn't have done it if the threat hadn't sent Precious halfway to cumming unbidden again. She gets off on the weirdest stuff… I'm going to have to crossreference some of my notes while I'm gone and I can't distract myself with practical experiments. Speaking of practicals!

An obedient flash of blue summoned Rarity's makeup kit. Twilight took the compact in her magenta field, and Precious closed her eyes obediently. The dominant side of her just loved the little quivers and panicked cries that Precious made as Twilight painted thick layer after thick layer of clumpy eye shadow on. She was, of course, careful to keep it to the lids only and not even a mote out of place, let alone on Precious' well-groomed eyelashes.

That said, Twilight thought as a wonderful idea struck. She purred, "There we go, nice and pretty like a no-herd broodie out to see if they can get a stallion or futa to take the edge off, maybe earn a bit or two while you're at it?" She leaned down, and tugged hard on Precious' ear before whispering, "I'll make your night, whorse. I'll put on a nice big strapon, animate it, and fuck your throat until you choke… then the eye shadow will run too!"

Precious' wail of fear, humiliation, and utter arousal was music to Twilight's ears.

This time she resisted the urge to laugh evilly. It hadn't gone over well last time. Instead, she hauled Precious around in the headlock and whispered, "I didn't forget about your tits, baby. Promise. Do you want something extreme, or just smacked around?"

Precious swallowed. "Mistress has every right to treat her…" she said, then stopped, looked at the eye shadow in the mirror, and her lower lip quivered for a moment. "Her tarted-up meat as she wishes, of course, but her Precious bitch is, um, probably a little too close to cumming without leave as it is." She nosed submissively at Twilight's obliques and nickered. "A few smacking on your slave's naughty, substandard knockers, perhaps?"

Twilight stifled a giggle. That was Rarity-Precious speak for, "Harmony, mare! If you push me much further, I'm going to simultaneously cream my brains out and turn into a pile of subspaced out goo." She smirked, and hauled Precious up to her full seven-foot-eight height before yanking her back against Twilight's huge breasts. "Let's play a little pattycake!" she chirped with dissonant cheerfulness, and began to swat Precious' gorgeous, but not gorgeous enough, melons around with her broad palms.

"Patty-cake," SMACK, "Patty-cake," SMACK; "Baker's mare…" and so it went, leaving Precious a whimpering, drooling wreck yet again. And yet… and yet this was Twilight's precious, and drooling, quivering, and super-stimulated, she was still there, still strong and ready-- still wanting more. Twilight kissed her gently on the cheek and whispered, "Love you, honey."

The red blush on Precious' cheek was brighter than Twilight's palmprints on her H-cups. "I l-love you too, mistress," she grunted softly, gasping as Twilight gently rubbed the smacked sites out with tender care. She wriggled around in Twilight's grasp, her breasts still freed from their lacy support. "I did mean to surrender and just give you a nice quiet tea-and-head session, I promise…"

"I know, honey," Twilight whispered back. "I knew early on. But tell me the truth: on our last night together for a year, isn't this more fun?"

"So much, darling mistress! So very much!"

Twilight laughed happily and released Precious. "Okay, sweetie," she said and cupped Precious' sexy rump, rubbing the lace back and forth with a thumb. "Bend over and show me that ass before I make you eat mine out." She winked. "Oops, I mean, measure mine, for the judging."

Precious smiled a bit cheekily and kissed Twilight's throat before turning around and stretching a bit. "I hope mistress will allow her slave to worship-measure her breadth and not merely her depths!" she replied before leaning forward, unbound tits flopping wildly, elegant hands heading for her toes.

Twilight sighed happily. There was a lot that was beautiful about Rarity. All of it, in her opinion, either at its best when she was at her craft, her specialty-- at that which combined her heart and her talents. Seeing Rarity's diamonds rise high, part-covered by the leopard print, but utterly uncovered by her flagged tail reminded her that one of those specialties was being a pretty Precious submissive fucktoy.

She's got such a pretty ass, Twilight thought wistfully as Rarity posed, flexing her glutes to pump the taut, toned cheeks over the vastly expanded butt plug. Makes me almost-- but not quite!-- wish I had a dick, just to fuck that tight hole and make those taut cheeks clench around me.

Said cheeks were, in fact, clenching, muscles and just a hint of plush caressing the plug as though Big Mac were indeed giving her a nice, loving ravishing. "I wonder if Sunburst and Starlight could be convinced to DP you, honey," Twilight nickered. "Wouldn't that be so lovely?" She shamelessly rubbed her fingers down into her leathers, fondling her plump lips.

Precious whined. "M-mistress," she groaned. "Would you really whorse me out to your friends and colleagues?" she asked, eyes downcast at the floor.

Twilight couldn't see her face, but given that her gush renewed even before she started talking, Twilight figured Precious would just adore being whorsed out like that, in fact. She smiled and spanked Precious' ass, hard, across the plug. She licked her lips as Precious quailed, and nearly lost her climax control right then and there.

Nah, Twilight decided. I don't need an extra or a replacement to own that ass. Here she is, as utterly my slave as can Safe, Sane, and Consensually be until-- unless, but until, harmony willing, we're married and have an alicorn stallion of our own to file that sweet little cabinet caboose. She groaned, and started fingering her clit as Precious continued to tilt this way and that, which made both her muscular quads and her lewdly displayed tush show off quite nicely.

Speaking of showing off… Twilight cleared her throat. "Enough lazing about, slut!" she growled, and began to unsnap her panties. Precious let out a gasping, tongue-curled whinny, and finally, it was too much for the cunt's cunny. She creamed, mid-way to her feet, and in a flash, Twilight was on her. "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear… Can't hold your slutty little pussy at all, can you?"

Poor thing, Twilight thought as she "viciously" tweaked the clitstim on to half power at once. She stepped out of her leathers completely as Precious turned and dropped to her knees, begging for forgiveness in Prench. Goes with the outfit, Twilight decided, as she put a foot forward for Precious to kiss and suck on. If the poor bitch is going to lose her pussy discipline, I might as well get to enjoy her begging.

Twilight was personally of the opinion that no one gave better head than Precious, save perhaps the Astrals. And when one of those Sisters deigned to eat you out, what they did to you was so far beyond head, so dominating even when between your thighs, that even another alicorn couldn't be compared. Precious' genius wasn't limited to just pussy-licking, either. Give her an inch of dickflesh, the tiniest corner of a tit, or even other erogenous zones-- Like feet, Twilight thought-- and she could bring you to orgasm within moments.

Which Twilight did, of course. It's not like she was under discipline; she just usually liked edging herself. Getting a nice quickie micro-climax while one of your dearest friends and best bitches abased themselves at your feet… Well, there was just no point in putting off a delight like that.

"Enough," Twilight growled after finishing her enjoyment. "Such a fucking failure. You'd better have a means of apology far superior than giving your owner's feet her due."

Sigh. Mistress is rather harsh about this, Precious thought. She didn't really feel too ashamed at cumming against orders. It gave her mistress a chance to abuse her further, and who wouldn't want that? More, Precious knew she was no match for a Celestia-trained and Luna-tutored super-sub like Twilight's Sparkle side in the first place. Not that she wouldn't try her best, but when she failed, she did like to look on the bright side.

What she means, Precious thought wryly, is what would humiliate you more than tacky make-up, horrible fashion faux pas under your carefully arranged slutgear, and then threatening to fuck your face until you choke delightfully. Unfortunately… I'm already most of the way there!

That was part of the problem. The whole 'maid' ensemble just wasn't going to work. Which was fine! She, and presumably mistress, were having a grand time. But the transformations to her aesthetic that her mistress was demanding were already fairly expansive. She sighed, held one hand vertical and the other topping it to make a 'T.' "Oh dear," Precious muttered. "I'm afraid I'm going to need to call 'zu viel,' mistress. Not, I assure you, from disappointment or fear."

Twilight stroked Rarity's muzzle. "Oops," she replied, blushing a darker purple. "Too much?"

"Well, I do have a feather boa somewhere," Rarity replied. "And perhaps a trashy wig could be improvised." She toyed with her long, styled mane. "With an extradimensional space inside. But…" She huffed, frustrated, wings flapping.

"But it's not really the extreme we want," Twilight finished for her. The muscular Princess of Friendship reached down and pulled up her kneeling friend, cradling Rarity against her heavy melons. "Sorry, sweetie. I can back off, if you like? Or we can reset to tea."

"Don't you dare, darling," Rarity huffed, and prodded Twilight's right boob firmly. "I am rather enjoying this whole being used and degraded thing, and if I'm not going to get anything like it that isn't farm or apple related until you have returned from your triumphant tour, I am darn well going to be used like the best worst whorse ever."

Both mares giggled, and Twilight kissed Rarity gently on the lips. "Fine, fine," Twilight said. "Well, we could go with lots of little accessories that I in-character approve-- maybe a cling spell for the boa?"

"Stick a pin in that one, I think," Rarity said slowly. "As a maybe. But-- I do understand from the smaller half of our little not-a-herd-because-you-say-so…" Rarity smirked as Twilight's ears plastered back against her skull, and snuggled in against Twilight's gigantic breasts. Snarking off is so nice for reminding her that my ass needs paddling when we're back in scene!

Happily, she continued, "That you've done some very extensive face-sitting today? I hope you're not too bored." She nodded to the custom chair. "Pinkie called it up for me-- very tastefully done for her." When Twilight nodded, Rarity did the same, pursing her lips thoughtfully. "Perhaps that, then-- I'm not to be permitted to serve you like a civilized slut, but instead must use telekinesis the whole time while serving your…" She groaned, and squirmed her sodden thighs together with a well-pleased sigh, "Très belle-chose and simply divine ass beneath?"

Twilight bit her lower lip, and Rarity could see it was appealing to her beloved friend. Time to slut it up a bit more, Rarity decided. Twilight was a wonderful dominatrix but she did dither at unfortunate moments. She leaned against her larger friend's immense chest, and then nuzzled her way from tit-top to shoulder to neck to chin to ear, planting little kisses along the way. "With an extra coat of the lipstick before I do, darling," she whispered. "So I can leave all sorts of terribly sloppy worship-marks on you."

Twilight's resulting growl of interest made Rarity giggle and squirm her way out of Twilight's grasp. "Sceeeeeene-on!" she declared as she knelt.