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In the royal bedchamber, the two mares’ moans were slowly rising in intensity. As often as their frantic breathing allowed for it, they shared deep kisses, their tongues battling for dominance; sometimes the princess winning, sometimes the showmare; always bringing pleasure to both.

Trixie gradually increased the tempo of her rocking, aiding the rising tension within both lovers. She could feel herself building up towards another peak, but not wanting to release so soon; Luna had yet to reach her first peak of the night, and Trixie didn’t like the thought of leaving her lover waiting any longer. She stopped her rocking motions; getting to her legs and turning around, facing the princess’ most sensitive spot. Her horn glowed softly as she started magically massaging the area, occasionally helping with her tongue. She could feel a similar spell affecting her in return, making her more determined to bring Luna to her climax first.

Increasing both the intensity of the spell and her own tongue’s motions, she happily drank of the juices that were now freely flowing out of the gasping mare.

Eventually, Luna could no longer contain herself, giving in to an intense climax, screaming in pleasure, the uncontrolled spasms making Trixie’s tongue work even more effective; the euphoria feeding she spell she was working inside Trixie, causing the other mare to climax as well.

Slowly recovering from her second climax for the night, Trixie slowly crawled over to lie beside Luna, the two mares gently embracing each other, both of them deeply in love.

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After a tour of the inner parts of the mountain city, Celestia and Big Macintosh were led to the outer parts, built into the face of a cliff. Both ponies could appreciate the amount of work it would be to build something as grand as this; the princess also noticing that the constructions would allow for a near impenetrable defense, should the need arise. All in all, the name ‘Fortress’ was both fitting and inadequate; reflecting the defensive nature of the structure, yet not properly crediting the grandness of the structure itself.

The two ponies were then led to the heart of the mountain; to the halls of the griffon king, to his throne room. His Majesty, the King Sharpbeak of Gryphonia, was a griffon of impressive size, standing as tall as Celestia, including her horn. Despite being of the elder generation, he was in top shape, with bulging muscles and eyes that spoke of great strength.

The two ponies bowed low before him, showing their respect for both him and his people. After returning the bows with a small bow of his own, the griffon king spoke.