> Milkmade Mare
>  by Troublesome Beast
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> Chapter 1
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It was two hours and ten minutes past the usual height of Luna’s renewed Night Court.  Although the Princess of the Night generally kept herself busy to most hours of her domain, save for her favored hours of personal sport and amusement, Equestria’s towering Warmistress had shocked her loyal subjects by having a yelling match with her sister at Evening Court that day, and the rumor-- no, verified news-- on the lips of the patrons of the Darkest Before Dawn Bookstore and Coffee Bar had been that the Warmistress had closed Night Court and kicked even the most influential of nobles, even those she tolerated or liked, out without a word… at Canterlot midnight.

Though the word from the Day Court had been that it was simply a matter of sisterly disagreement gone awry, this news would have been distressing enough for most ponies, no more than ten years past Nightmare Moon's return and in the middle of a war with the mysterious Diseased.  For the stockily-built hyper unicorn owner of Darkest, such tidings were ill indeed  For though she had only seen Equestria's premier warrior-general from afar, her heart had been lost to the Night since before even Princess Luna's tempestuous return upon the millennial eve.

Short for a hyper but tall and bulkily built enough to make her nature clear, Noble Cause was a favorite of the Canterlot nightlife not only because her coffee was excellent and her selection of books better, but also for being quite the "vision of a Warmare-Sorceress of Yore," as one under-talented poet but decently enthusiastic member of the guard called her.  The colt didn't manage to get out of paying his tab, but did manage to avoid being physically booted out or being pantsed by shadow magic, so his buddies advised him to call it a win.  Then as now, Noble's white hide and multitude of freckles covering everywhere from muzzle to cleavage straight down, and neck to the breadth of her tough shoulders across tended to flare bright red with her anger, her orange-tinted blonde wild shoulder length mane giving her fiercer faces an almost feral look.

Six foot six but stacked, even for a hyper in more ways than one, Noble's body was built on powerful, compact lines, a weightlifter's physique that promised more pounce for the ounce than even a hyper's usual generous allotment-- promised and fulfilled, as many a scofflaw could attest if promised protective custody-- with only a slight narrowing 'pinch' down from her broad chest to the slight pudge over her powerful abs.  The hourglass effect of her broad shoulders was exaggerated by her generous F-cup breasts, generally found ineffectually hidden behind a t-shirt proclaiming her most recent fictional fanaticism but even more so by her curvaceous hips and toned tush that her knee-length skirt could do little to hide.  Simple sandals rounded out the affair, and at her throat, she wore a moonstone pendant bracketed by a backing of her own cutie mark, the overstuffed bookshelf.

Noble Cause had pushed her way into the academia-mad city on a combination of cutthroat business sense, a devotion to hours of the night worked by students with more anything than sense, and hence potentially money, and coffee nearly as strong as her mean right hook.  Said right hook's ability to send local moofiya mooks looking for a money laundering patsy flying had also established her entrepreneurial domain as one safe from Canterlot's seedier side, and the flare of her horn, temper, and somewhat blunt sense of "humor" left her out of nobles' politics.  But even her devotion to matters fiscal had not given her the drive to force into an already saturated Canterlot market.

No, what had brought her and kept her until that fateful longest day was access to the Royal Observatory for her few nights off, and an excellent base altitude for her own rooftop telescope for after-hours fun.  Even before the crystal battery revolution, you wouldn't have found Noble Cause in most cities, and the fact that she had voted heavily with the majority of non-noble ponies to endorse the princesses' requirement that all businesses with heavy lighting that shone past the evening hand-off be required to shield them via veils from above might have told you something about how much she loved the Night.  That thestrals gained automatic discounts if they were willing to spin yarns for Noble might have said more still.

Anyone who saw the not-technically-illegal but official discouraged shrine to Luna in full aspect as the goddess of the Moon, Dreams, and Illusion, not merely the alicornic avatar or "reigning princess" thereof would probably get the rest of the story.  Noble Cause was a reader and a dreamer, and had yearned for the face of the Mare in the Moon since before she was able to get a presser glossy in the shrine.  Since there had only been a face upon the moon, waiting in her lonely vigil.

And don't I just wish that mother's cold-hearted businessfilly would let herself close up a little early, Noble thought as she plastered another fake smile on and refilled one of her regular customer's cups while suppressing the urge to slug the usually otherwise fairly intelligent mare right in her gushing mouth.  Though if she keeps talkin' about it bein' a conspiracy and claiming the Lady has fallen to Nightmare again, I may change my mind…

Pfeh.  Bein' able to arm-wrestle a griffon is not worth the temper bein' a hyper brings.  What she wanted to do, badly, was to kick everyone out of the bookstore, carefully clean and lock up, and then do her best to try not to gibber like a foal at her shrine.  Suckin' my thumb would also probably not impress.

She glanced at the clock and mentally groaned while laying on the plaster thick and continuing to smile as falsely as a chaos-cultist's promises of a "fun night in bed."  Well, alright, mama's little not-a-fool is cheered a bit by the extra clink in the register and the bits in the tip jar, at least.  She'd put up with it.  Even if she had to keep alternating between rage, hope, fear, and curiosity at the swirling rumors concerning Luna's anger-- had she discovered some old insult or agony while on patrol with the otherwise mostly forgettable alicorn stallion, Shadow Hopper?  Had Celestia attempted to force Luna to make reparations for some old crime, or had Luna decided to declare a separate constitutional republic?

And what is the tall bugger the guiding god of, other than taking up too much space on the sidewalk and giving good little mares visions of stuffed stockings for Hearth's Warming Eve?

At fifteen past, a harried looking unicorn mare Noble didn't know wandered in.  She was about to write her off as "student, generic magic" from the horn, glasses, and frazzled look-- grey hide and are those dyed Starlight Glimmer stripes, honey?  Oh no, please, there are twelve year olds with more book lust than sense who know better to than to try that look, and aren't I glad I was a mare grown before that futa genius got nicked from her weird little cult to be an inspiration to nerdy fillies everywhere? when she noticed something much more interesting, and a real, if harried smile came to her face.  A moonstone pendant at the mare's throat.

A very specific design, done by only a very specific jeweler.  Noble didn't know the jeweler any more than she knew this mare but she did feel the resonance, the dreamy interchange of extremely subtle magic and faith that revealed the shape of Luna's cutie mark between two layers of deception.  The outer layer was an illusion of one's own cutie mark; the inner, Luna's, and the pendant itself was always, always shaped with a bracket of your own cutie mark, delivered by mysterious means after you were accepted.

After you joined the Sacred Rite of the Great Mother.  There were no secret signs to be found.  It wasn't a cult, despite what fatheads at the university might say.  It was just an ongoing act of faith and devotion, a ritual made of devoting one's life to the enlightenment found in the mysteries of the nighttime and harrowing back the foul creatures that befouled the Mother's holy dark.  You didn't get in by loving Her Night and watching Her Moon.  You didn't join; you were called, selected after some deed recognized by-- whom?  Noble didn't know, and didn't really care.

What she did care about, as she wandered casually over to her newfangled and so far relatively non-annoying jukebox, which of course meant that the grey mare had to follow to discuss orders under Noble's weak but effective sound baffling spell, is that this was a sister of the cause.  And she might know something.

The mare came close, leaning across the jukebox and pointing at the daily special.  Noble was impressed; if the veil hadn't been her spell, she didn't think she'd have noticed the mare subtly reinforcing the spell's power and efficacy with a huge dollop of skill and strength.  Her horn didn't even flare.  Noble's eyes narrowed.  That's not a student's charm!  That's the work of a master, or…

The thick Neigh Orleans accent sent Noble's heart thrumming.  Not that she found harsh, sardonic tones to be particularly sexy-- too much like listenin' to an echo-- but no one would mistake that voice.  Love her or fear her or be mildly annoyed by the consistent condescension, there were few in Equestria and fewer still among the Rite who would mistake the voice of the Great and Powerful Trixie, Archmage of Illusions.

And High Priestess of the Sacred Rite of the Great Mother.  Also, kind of as much of a cock as it was possible to be while being vaginacentric.

"Yes, yes, I am glad to see you have functioning ears and the capacity to persist despite limited capabilities and skill, you can recognize Trixie.  You may gush appropriately later."

Is it a sin if I punch her in the mouth?  This didn't seem like the time to get theological, so Noble just asked, "How can I serve the Lady?"

A sniff came from the mare, whom Noble abruptly realized was definitely smaller than Trixie was supposed to be; the sound was pitched from the right place.  "Good recognition time, good answer.  You and I may just get along, girl.  You can serve by answering questions and by making sure that any gushing-- of either variety-- is kept to a respectful minimum."

Noble frowned, but nodded.

"In…" the disguised Trixie checked the wall clock, "Three minutes now you will be given an opportunity few enough not born with bat wings have ever received.  First: Would you follow the Lady at a moment's notice?"

"With all my heart and any kickin' I can apply to appropriate backsides."

Trixie obviously stifled a laugh.  "Even better answer.  Second: Are you willing to risk your sanity to spare the Lady pain?"

Her heart was throbbing like a legion of marching drums now.  This… this is a quest.  For the Lady!  For all her hard-nosed attitude and take-no-prisoners-or-wooden-bits attitude, Noble yearned for, well, a noble cause.  To put cunning and strength and faith on the line for her Lady.  Even as her inner fifteen year old was dancing around and squeeing, she met the eyes of Trixie's illusion head on, and said, "Without a moment's hesitation."

The grey mare nodded, smiling.  "You actually mean it.  Good.  Given what the Lady has to put up with from… Nngh.  Not a lot of time.  Final question: Boobs.  You like 'em?"

Noble's jaw dropped.  She put her hand on her moonstone pendant, verifying that this was, in fact, another participant, and not some stupid practical joke.

"Not yours, girl.  Tits.  Knockers.  The other reason mares are better than stallions.  Do.  You.  Like. Them?  I don't have time for you to sputter like a colt asked out to his first cutecenara."

Frowning, Noble said, "I could be said to have an appreciation for a fine pair, and even if you are Trixie Lulamoon, if you're havin' me on…"

"Won't be me, girl.  Won't be me.  Thanks for sending the books to the Lady, by the by; don't know how you do it, but she loves 'em every time."  As Noble watched, still stunned, the short grey illusion sauntered off to flirt with a pegasus mare by the advert display of "The Neigh Life."

And that was when all the lights dimmed, then went out.

Noble's sense of duty and dedication to her customers, and her deep desire to punch someone, anyone in the face, increasingly for preference Trixie Lulamoon, took over.  On automatic, she summoned the pale blue of her magic and coiled it into a ball of phantom light, bright and centrally lit.  She might not be Epona's strongest mage, but light and shadow could be said to be her "things."

As the blue light flickered over the room, the gasps and shouts of equine panic turned into an almost communal inhalation of awe.  Standing nine foot four and more heavily muscled than any five hyper guardsmares Noble could name, beautiful and curvaceous, eyes fierce and countenance demanding near-prostrate awe from those who even caught the edge of her gaze, Princess Luna Selene Solutae, the Unbound Moon once more, clad in literally flowing and levitating black silk streamers wisping and floating around her form that danced in glorious attendance upon the alicorn's ethereal mane and tail.

The streamers concealed her intimidating and arousing body within the bounds of propriety and yet revealing the taut navy hide over a body containing incalculable might-- and all but fully revealed the glorious inchoate black clouds and crescent moons of her cutie marks.  Nothing could conceal the radiance of one of the goddesses of ponykind.  Nothing could disguise the awe-inspiring personal presence of Equestria's High Warmistress.

And she looked pissed.

Noble swallowed, trying to think of what she or anyone in the room may have done to attract a goddess' ire, hoping desperately that the rumors were… a happy medium, maybe, on the whole "sister's spat" thing… At least she doesn't look like she's gone nightmare moon?  No dragonish...ness?  Horseapples, did I offend the Lady by wanting to punch her archmage?

Ponies bowed deeply before the Warmistress, and Noble briefly wondered why the usually personable and informal Warmistress wasn't commanding them to rise.  An essential element of stubborn iconoclast, the moon-worshiper in a solar kingdom, however, made her stand, stiff backed, and she drew upon her years of formal education and common sense to greet the Lady by courtesy, not obesiance.  "Umm… Welcome, Princess?  May I… help you find anything?"

If wanting to punch Trixie Lulamoon in the face was a sin, Noble's Tartarus-count was surely raised by a factor of ten by her murderous thoughts after the Archmage of Illusion, revealed in her purple showmare-hatted glory but by her princess' side, rather than the ad display, laughing like a complete loon.  "I told you the girl had some wit, my Lady," she commented at her giant overlady.

A slight curve to Luna's lips at this juncture was deeply reassuring to Noble, who was wondering if her granny's cure for terminal foot-in-mouth (two fifths of the best Coltish whisky, mixed with a Stalliongrad vodka chaser) could be mixed on such a short notice, and if the Lady might take offense.  The muscular titan walked up to Noble, her righteous anger and a dark purple flush beneath the skin radiating heat not unlike her elder sister.  She looked Noble up and down briefly, an intensely intimate experience that made Noble briefly wish that she had worn panties; for all her stubbornness, Noble was being confronted by the direct gaze of a millennia old leader of mares, and if the moon's soft mystery was found in the periphery, an incredibly arousing and yet terrifying sense of being judged was found there, too.

She has seen my dreams.  Noble knew, from what the Rite taught, that while Luna was aware of every dream, day or night, and spent many hours with no small part of her consciousness divided from dreary court life patrolling a shared dreamscape of Epona, the Unbound Moon did not peep into every individual dream, not even of those of the Rite.  But the sheer knowing look in Luna's ancient eyes utterly convinced Noble that Luna knew her every aspiration and fear, every nightmare and fancy that was played behind sleeping eyes.

Every fantasy of bein' swept off my feet an' carried off…

Eventually, the ponies in the room raised awkwardly from their bows as Trixie moved like a carnival shill, chivvying customers to return to their own work while Luna stood over Noble.  Seconds later, Luna's huge hand cupped Noble's strong chin like a mother-- the Mother!-- with a promising child and said, "I like the strength of you, Noble Cause, and the pride of your heart but little less.  Yes, you can help me find something: a hoofmaiden."

Noble's jaw was trapped, but every other customer's did the job for her, and dropped.  Silence-- well, silence and a technically silent knowing grin from a certain archmage-- filled the room once more.  "M-mother of the Night," she breathed, and almost whimpered when Luna frowned, and looked at Trixie, who shook her head once.  Noble was frozen, her freckles blazing and her hide turning pink from embarrassment once again.  She wanted to apologize.  To babble.  To at least say, "Yes, please, me!"

She couldn't, though.  After the epithet, she couldn't say anything.  She was simply too stunned by the sheer possibilities.  If I speak, I'll offer her anything.  Anything for the chance.  She'll know.  She'll know!  Paralyzed by fear, she looked up into her goddess' eyes, and saw deep anger slowly receding, and a fey, almost salacious glitter taking its place.

She does know.  Noble cleared her throat, and rolled the dice.  She pulled back from Luna's fingers-- the hardest thing she'd ever had to do in her entire life, and curtseyed.  "If… if you know of me, your highness, you know that I would be honored to be your hoofmaiden."  Please let me not be smited for hubris!

Silence shouldn't really get deeper.  An area is quiet, or it is not.  But the silence did deepen.  Breaths were held.  All eyes were drawn to the storm of silk and charisma that seemed to radiate off Luna's giant body.  She didn't speak for a long moment; instead, she reached into Noble's otherwise sacrosanct personal space and stroked her muzzle lightly.  "Matrons of this fine establishment," she said softly, "I must ask you to leave the premises forthwith.  Noble Cause is to be sworn to the service of the Dreaming Moon this very night.  All debts and markers shall be paid out of my own household budget.  Do not deny me this, Noble Cause," the princess said when pragmatism and adoration warred in the smaller mare, her eyes growing flinty.  "If you would join my service, know that the Princess of the Night is never penurious with her servants.  Dear Trixie, valuate."

Noble knelt before her Lady.  It seemed to please Luna, who rested a huge hand on Noble's head as if in benediction while Trixie made a pass with her hand.  Magic happened, though Noble didn't recognize the spell.  It was somewhat difficult to focus in the first place; the swordsmare's callous on Luna's thumb was stroking the base of Noble's horn like she might a lover, and it was all Noble could do to not begin to immediately moan in lust.

As it was, her taut thighs were suddenly soaked, her muscular quads outlined beneath her skirt in a rush of arousal.  Is… she… surely, she can't…

"She can, girl.  She did to Trixie, when she first tamed an arrogant showmare," Lulamoon said fondly.  Noble didn't look up, but she felt Luna's body shift slightly, looking at her archmage.

"Have you thus been tamed, bratling heart?" came the arch question.  "I seem to recall forbidding you the use of the personal third person."

"My Lady, Trixie's mouth is ever yours to command… but please, forgive me when sentiment overawes me when you initiate a new sister."

Noble whimpered lightly, and suddenly, Trixie was down on her knees, hat off her head, and wrapped a surprisingly fit arm for a normal pony as far around Noble's shoulders as she could.  "No, Noble, no," Trixie said, gentleness in vast contrast to her earlier sarcasm.  "Let it go, girl.  Your customers are out and I've put a veil on the place.  Trust an old showmare's count, we'll have you paid as promised; trust your high priestess, and make a sacrifice of your desire to your dreams-- to your goddess."  She leaned over and gave Noble a rather sisterly kiss on the cheek.  "Look up at your Lady.  Look into the Eyes of the Moon."

Trembling, Noble looked up.  Luna smiled down at her across gigantic breasts easier larger than Noble's muscular torso, sexuality in every inch of her merged with raw power that now seemed to be comforting in the extreme.  I can come to no harm in her hands, Noble realized.  Luna's smile widened.  "I will subvert no will," said the Selene Solutae, "Nor bind any of good conscience.  My sweetly sharp and sharply sweet Trixie has scouted the dreams of my initiates, and brought yours from my memory to plead your case, Noble Cause."

Noble shuddered, her mouth opening wide and panting gasps coming out-- gasps, but no words.  She whined, not in pain, but in lust.  Trixie's clever hands began to stroke Noble's skirt-clad thigh.  "This is a final initiation, Noble.  When you accepted one of my pendants, you were marked not just because you slew a night terror armed with nothing other than a righteous heart and some half-learned lore.  You were marked because you love my Lady.  Our Lady."  Sparks of light blue began to run up and down Noble's horn, and she spread her powerful thighs, so thin together in comparison to a single one of the rippling, cable-corded limbs in front of her.

Luna's Teats, she can smell me…  Luna.  Luna can smell my need for her.  The Unbound Moon is giving me a hornjob!

Trixie snuggled in against Noble's shirt-clad back.  "When our Lady showed me your dreams-- yes, girl, all of them-- and I evaluated you for her Rite, you were given a special blessing that few ponies in the Rite ever receive.  Had a single nightmare crossed over their bounds in your mind, our Lady would have known.  You suit our Lady… and our Lady knows you've dreamed of her in love and lust alike."  Trixie giggled.  "You've some self control, girl!  The last stallion the Lady initiated came all over the floor before we got this far!"

And then Trixie spanked her.  Noble yelped, and tried to move, but she was held fast by Luna's hand on her shoulder and about her horn.  "Let it go, I said.  A sacrifice.  You want our Lady.  You want to serve our Lady.  So serve.  Cum, Noble Cause.  Cum, and give yourself over to sweet Dreams."  Two blue fingers reached up to the left of Noble's ear, two fingers and a thumb.  Trixie snapped her fingers, and Noble tried to move again. Instead, she felt magic wreathing around her clothing.  Shirt, bra, and skirt were gone in a teleportative flash; Noble's pussy, drooling on the floor, was exposed to the warm air of the only recently emptied shop.

She came.  She squealed and thrashed, grinding her horn against Luna's gentle strength, her sex quivering and clenching against an absent cock, illusory shadows and stars popping out of her horntip and spraying onto the navy blue tits of the Princess!  Noble fell forward, onto her knees in Luna's grip, gyrating her hips lewdly, her tail flagged, and her hornjizz coating the underside of Luna's mammoth teats, soaking into and clinging to the magic animating the giantess' streamers.

Trixie smirked and opened her mouth, but Luna cut her off.  "If you tell me but once more, Trixie Lulamoon, that you have more fun with other mares in my service, you shall not get to rest between my thighs for a month," she said bluntly.  "Spare me your jealousy of Shadow Hopper and mare chauvinism; you make me seem as dearest sister by comparison!"

"Wha-huh?" asked Noble.  Yes, Noble, you're definitely impressin' the goddess who just handie-horned you now, aren't you?

Trixie giggled a bit.  "You keep me around because I say what you're thinking, my Lady," she said, and then stroked Noble's naked rump.  "Congratulations, you've been initiated into the very personal service of the Goddess of the Moon," she said with a smirk.  The agile former showmare sat down, and, despite the awkwardness of it, guided Noble's significantly larger body into her lap.  For some reason, it felt right to Noble; her urge to punch Trixie's smile being more related to what was passing her lips than the uncomfortable closeness.

Noble's jaw dropped as Luna collected some of the raw magic from her horngasm on two fingertips and brought it up to her lips.  "Mmm.  Rich… bitter, a hint of Celly's hoarded cacao…  I knew you for a shadowspinner, of course, but you'll train up finer with a teacher than your admirable efforts alone, little one," Luna purred, savoring the taste of the hornjizz.  "Do continue, my lewd Lulamoon."

"If for various reasons-- you liked stallions of all the silly things, or were in a committed, closed relationship-- this would have involved incense, chanting, and the Lady cradling you in her arms like a newborn."  The showmare smirked all the more.  "We can get that too, in fact…"

"Hsst, wench.  I'll reveal Noble's cause in my own terms and fashion."  

"That was a terrible pun, my Lady.  So cruel to my adorable if-- oof!-- hefty new sister."

Noble found her tongue at last, "To clarify…"

Trixie laughed, "No, it's not a sin to want to punch me in-- what is it, the jaw, girl?  The last one wanted to smack one of my tits right off.  The sin would be if you didn't want to.  Our Lady demands courage and encourages willfulness, if you know the difference between it and rebelliousness."

Luna knelt down, leaned Noble's chin up again and kissed her.  Noble melted; for all her strength, if Trixie hadn't been holding her up, she might have turned into a helpless puddle on the floor; as it was, her gushing sex was probably staining Trixie's robe.  Noble didn't really have the emotional room to be embarrassed, and Trixie certainly didn't seem to mind.  She tasted… night air, the sweetness of the first inhalation after holding your breath too long.  A charge to it, Rainbows Light and Dark, what a kick, if I could sell this as a brew, I'd have them linin' up around the block!

Chuckling, the dark princess released Noble's lips.  "Dearest sister enjoys pomp and pageantry, a naughty hint of enlightenment and catharsis held in, gasp, public!  But as for me, welladay.  I like a personal touch.  I choose but rarely, Noble Cause, and I have no hoofmaids in this civilized century who are not simply keepers of the royal locks save bittersweet Lulamoon; I have no need for armorer when Applejack tends our forges and no need for seamstress when Rarity jealously courts the honor.  As Trixie says, had it been fated that you should fit my soul like a glove and yet be uninclined to sheath my tongue of times, I'd have brought you pleasure in some wise.  I am dreams, Noble one.  You have become my Cause now, and I delight in the personal touch of a dream fulfilled."

Noble stammered lightly, but sallied, "I th-think you could say you've filled my dreams, my Lady.  Or at least, they'll star you for some time-- more than usual anyway!"

As Trixie giggled, Luna kissed Noble's forehead.  "You'll fit in well."  She chuckled once again, and passed her hands over Noble's fat F-cups.  "Dear, sweet thing that you are.  I say this one last time, and bluntly.  If you have no objections, your service will include to my lasciviousness, and though your dignity may be… well-used, it shall never be ill used."  

Her fingers, long and strong, suddenly trapped Noble's nipples, and squeezed lightly, making Noble groan and rut her hips against the air, achingly empty sex winking as desperately as though the Princess of Illusions had sent her into some false-- or fair!-- heat.  "You are mine," growled Luna, and suddenly both Trixie and Noble moaned in unison.  "Short of the oathbinding I'll take in my lair, little remains but for you to determine how deeply your service shall go.  Two choices."

Luna rose and smiled, continuing to take the fading magic Noble's horn had coated her enormous rack with upon her fingertips, and lick it up between sentences.  "If you rise from Trixie's lap and remain nude as you pack for the trip-- take only necessities and treasures, for I'll have your things transported at our mutual convenience-- and I shall keep you as hoofmaiden and occasional partner in the dance through Dream's hottest groves.  Put back on shirt and skirt-- leave the bra off, there's a jiggly lass-- and I'll ask before I ensnare your sweet nothing for my wicked whims, mm?  Choose, Noble Cause, and choose how far into my Night you fall…"

Noble didn't bother to even pack the skirt.  She kept the shirt in a small bag with her ritual implements, maternal inheritance, and the physical remnants of moments most precious; and wondered if the rumors about the princess being fond of fantasy and science fiction were true…

> Chapter 2
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The first thing that hit Noble's senses after the disorienting swirl of lunar magic was a sense of power.  It hit her like a wall-- to the horn.  She was stepping into an environment where an incarnate goddess lived… and loved… and apparently performed esoteric rituals.  The second thing was the smell.

"I'm afraid I can't blame the stupid colt for the smell," groused Trixie, as she stretched out, casually beginning to disrobe completely; well, completely except for the hat and her moonstone pendant.  Noble was shocked for a moment, as much by the smell as by how eagerly Trixie denuded herself, and a quizzical smile took over the mare's face.  I suppose I'm far from bein' able to call nakedness in the Lady's presence odd, she thought, stroking her strong hands over her bare hide.

Noble was startled out of her reverie when the curvaceous archmage grabbed her by the chin and kissed her deeply.  Her shock was total-- which unfortunately meant she slugged a hyper-strong fist towards Trixie's cushy right melon, only to be stopped by the light blue energy and intense power of an archmage's defense field.  Trixie broke the kiss with a wink.  "Newbies.  The Lady likes us naked, and I agree, though keep the punchy-stuff to the Guard, ok?  They like it," Trixie informed her with a sniff, which, by the scrunch of her muzzle, she appeared to disdain.  "Like I said… the smell.  Not the stupid colt's fault.  He actually cleans up after himself."

Trixie turned to Noble, a sly smile overtaking her short, snooty muzzle.  "Hey, you're being raised to the Lady's personal bedchamber hoof-service.  Could you maybe convince her to let me get the others in here to clean up once in awhile?"

The room was not, Noble had to admit, in the best of conditions.  It wasn't in the worst, either, but only if one included "for a ruin or mad hoarder's last refuge."  Priceless artifacts lay strewn on the floor, against walls, or sticking half-out drifts of used clothing, some of it very clearly not Luna's by size alone, including what had to be one of her Divine Sister's bras with the word "TROPHY OF PRANK WAR '58" scrawled on it in what Noble hoped was either ketchup or very messily applied lip gloss.  It was hard to tell where anything except bookshelves were, and Noble suspected that the faint magenta glow was not a trick of her eyes.

"The answer is still no, my archmage," came the deep, fluid voice from behind both mares.  Trixie turned to scowl, but Noble swallowed deeply, suddenly trying to hunch into herself, her powerful arms folded across her bountiful chest.  The voice went on, "All is in accordance with my wishes.  The last time sister assigned her hoofmaidens to ninja interior redecorate and clean, I could find neither hide nor hair of aught precious save Tibbiekins, and only his stout aid let me get things back aright."  

Noble blinked, still frozen and stunned.  Tibbiekins? her desperate mind focused on as she looked at what she desperately hoped was a pizza stain on the wall over a low shelf.  Suddenly, a large specimen of one of the Lady's sacred animals, an opossum, popped up from the nearest is-it-a-reliquary-or-is-it-a-trash-heap, scurried up on the table, and waved at her.  Hesitantly, she waved back.

"Tibbiekins!" squealed Luna's loud voice, pitching higher but still the deep rumble of a giantess.  "Do see if you can convince our newest hoofmaiden to turn around so I can collar her!  Her flagged tail is pretty and the rump pert beneath, but I wish her oath face to face!  Or at least in the right direction," the massive alicorn amended.

Noble's eyes went wild as the words penetrated.  "Collar?  Flagged?"  Despite Tibbiekins-- Tiberius, ya fool filly!  The Lady's familiar!-- errant gesture with a dangling paw for her to turn around, she stared straight forward with her hands frantically checking out her own toned rump.  She swallowed deeply.  Oh.  Yep.  Right off to the side.

Further self-remonstrations were headed off by Trixie swatting Noble hard on the right cheek and bobbing away laughing to behind Luna's right thigh when the stocky hyper mare whirled around.  The expression on the alicorn's dark, strong face was one of bemused delight, her huge, meaty fists on her huger, meatier hips, out far and wide.

Noble's jaw dropped, and speech became an utter impossibility.

Nude, Luna towered a good thirty-four inches over Noble's head, leaving the white-hided unicorn at exactly eye-level with, ironically, the hyperzonian princess' solar plexus.  Look down, and there was her grand array of hardened abdominals, leading down to the-- Glory! thought Noble-- spectral, inky. starfield hair covering her ethereally beautiful mound.  Look up, and there was the princess's prodigious, ever-perky ZZ-cup super-rack, not to mention her gentle, deep eyes.

Muscle, muscle was everywhere, without an ounce of flab to be found away from her breasts, hips, and presumably ass, rippling links holding and bulging even at rest.  Every inch of her nine foot four frame was sculpted into perfect definition, and that definition was: power.  Definition 2, thought the bookseller's irreverent core, Strength; alt. beauty.

Luna regarded her hoofmaiden to be for a long moment before sauntering forward, fists still firmly planted on her immensely outcurving, lickable hips until it was just barely possible for her to see Noble past her mega-rack without bending.  She took Noble's chin gently in hand and nodded.  "Mmm, on your feet," she commented, and Noble shuddered, crying out in pleasure as her pussy gushed at Luna's obvious approval.  "I like that."  She stroked Noble's chin, slowly, sensuously, her fingers tracing over jaw and throat.  "Not going to strike at me, my would-be hoofmaiden?" she nickered with a low chuckle.

Trembling, Noble slowly reached up to hold onto Luna's giant forearm, the muscular goddess's massive, cabled muscles larger than Noble's thigh.  With quiet boldness, she bent her muzzle into her Lady's hand and kissed the palm.  "Never in a thousand years, my Lady.  Never in a thousand thousand.  I was yours before you came back to us; I'm yours now.  If you'll have me, I'll be yours always," she whispered.

Trixie turned away slightly; Noble was too distracted to see whether that was really a fond tear in the archmage's eye or not.

Nothing distracted Luna.  Huge chest heaving and a proprietary look in her eye, the giantess crouched down low and seized a kiss from her worshipper once again.  Whatever sweet memories of passion that remained of that first kiss, Luna's second blew them away into brief nostalgia.  No, with all chance of interruption averted, Luna took her time.  

Her lips pressed hard against Noble's, and Noble wrapped shivering arms around Luna's corded neck.  Luna's hands lewdly explored her naked postulant, fondling and squeezing stocky muscles so small against the goddess' own might at first, but then rapidly seizing Noble's ass with one hand and the other come to cup Noble's wobbly F-cup, fingers stroking and massaging with the expertise of millenia.

Here, in the musk of the princess' sex, grown overpowering, in the princess' arms, and the target of the princess' lust, Noble came, squealing into the kiss, her tongue lapped and trapped by Luna's as the Alicorn of Dreams held Noble fast.  Her strength would not permit Noble to thrash free; her support would not let Noble falter or fall.  I dunno if she'd even let me let go of her neck! was the only though Noble's shocked mind could manage.

Only when Noble's climaxing quim spent its last spasm-- for the moment-- did Luna release her lips.  She pulled back slightly but didn't rise, letting Noble cling to her.  "There's a girl," Luna said softly.  "Aye, there's my pretty maid.  Some strength in you yet."  She gave a rich, almost threatening chuckle.  "And though the position I've a mind for you is not my battle-aide unless you should become a fierce valkyrie in my service, be warned, pet!"  Luna smirked, and Noble knew that the Lady could scent her arousal begin anew at the label of 'pet'.

Indeed, it seemed Luna was fond of her effects upon the smaller mare.  She traced thick, calloused fingers between Noble's thighs, and Noble found her legs obeying on automatic, spreading for her beloved goddess.  Said deity stroked a generous dollop of femmecum from Noble's pussy, and brought it up to her lips to taste as though it was one of her favorite delicacies.  "Mmm," groaned Luna.  "I can taste the strength in you, wench!  Be warned," she repeated, "That I'll have my Guard work you hard to bring more of it out.  You shall be the guardian of my bedchamber, little one-- as well as serve me in means unusual therein."

Noble yearned to say "Yes, Anything!" but something held her back.  Whether it was her own personal fire, or the inspiration from the lunar appreciation for her spunk, Noble clamped down on at least her verbal gushing.   She let her fingers slide down from Luna's neck, silent for a moment.  Her eyes were simply fixed on that tight, taut navy hide, so perfect and sculpted, whether over the swell of titanic teats or the solid hills of godly muscles.  She swallowed heavily, her eyes meeting Luna's in question.

The slow nod she was given was enough.  Noble caressed first the smoothly-hided top of Luna's giant ZZ-cup, then lovingly over her enormous shoulder, beautiful bicep, around back for that tough, hard tricep, and then back to her Lady's forearm.  She held there, unable to even slightly budge that bulge.  Once more, Noble looked up to Luna's soft eyes.  She'd read, in bad-but-fun romances, about becoming lost in the "deep pools" of a lover's eyes.

The turquoise and aquamarine of Luna's glittering gaze seemed to make that real, pulling Noble into a dream from which she was shakily certain only Luna's permission let her slip.  Swallowing hard again, she finally spoke.  "I… I can hardly believe this is real, my Lady.  You-- you know I've dreamed of this.  And I've agreed.  I'm here.  I did it naked, as you said, and I've offered you my body.  My soul, my Lady, it's been yours since I looked up to the heavens so long ago…"

"Aye, little one.  The Nightmare kept such love from me then, isolating me in my own foolishness.  But I've relived it in your dreams, and those others who've loved my night, and you will always have an alicorn's gratitude for that," Luna said softly, caressing Noble's cheek with just the gentle stroke of her huge thumb.  "Go on, dear."

"I suppose it's foolish of me to ask now-- but.  What am I pledging myself to?  What have I offered myself into?  You said you had maids who cared for royal locks-- I…?"  Noble felt all the confusion rushing back into her amazonian frame.  She'd felt it before; on the edge of a precipice, and feeling alone as strange life slid around her.  This time, however, she was by no means alone.

Nodding once to Trixie, who left promptly, the naked alicorn swung smoothly from a crouch to sitting, one long, mountain-muscled leg stretched out along the floor, the other bent up at the knee.  She rested her right arm upon it and her muzzle upon the heavy bicep, her giant right tit squished in a pleasant deformation between chest and thigh while her hand played idly in her flowing locks.

As Noble teetered on the mental and spiritual thread of her questions, Luna simply gathered the smaller amazon up with her left hand, and brought the blushing unicorn into her lap, across one giant thigh and against her massive breast, almost like a mother and babe-- save that the interest in Luna's eyes was anything but motherly.  She held Noble there, pressing her into the taut swell of the giant breast, but for some reason, when instinct lead Noble to try a hesitant lick towards Luna's nipple, the alicorn pushed her back gently.  "Not yet, dear Noble Cause.  Not yet," Luna said softly, and then her tender smile switched to a leer.  "Feel you welcome to lick and lavish your worship upon the rest of my breast, however, but stay you from the areola, for now, at least."

Noble blinked, her face flushing-- her neck blushing-- but she obeyed with hasty delight.  Her tongue, seemingly inadequately small for the vast task of Luna's voluminous mammary, lapped eagerly, hungrily over the thick blue expanse.

"Ahhh, yes, dear, that's perfect," groaned Luna.  "A learned day is never lost, I think, so learn this among other things-- alicorn teats are even more sensitive than those of a hyper mare."  She let out another long moan as the encouraged Noble hugged Luna's giant ZZ-cup tit and started to stroke it, waiting for Luna to answer the original question directly.  

Luna grinned.  "Eager.  Well, as you may have noticed, I intend to take you as a bed partner and live-in-lover.  A collared submissive; not a slave, and even with your oath, you'll be free to depart under some conditions, and I shall be responsible for you hereafter so long as you do not break faith with me."  As Noble began to pull back to protest, Luna shook her head, the motion transmitting down to her heavy melon and bobbing Noble's stocky form around as though she was but a filly.  

Luna stroked Noble's short mane with a gentle hand.  "I know you have no mean nor dream to do so, little one, but my responsibility must be made clear."  The lasciviousness returned to her grin.  "Besides, that's just a preliminary.  In the long term, I will be testing you for suitability to be at my left hand as dear sister's team of cunning little background-blenders, save that I've a preference for some meat on my enforcers," she purred, fingers rubbing over Noble's chiseled lats and delts.  "Though I'd suggest to never underestimate those cunning battle-witches," she said with approval.

She cocked her head slightly, and leaned down to kiss Noble's horn.  To Noble's embarrassment, the alicorn's broad, long tongue slurped up some clinging magical essence from her prior horngasm.  Was it really just a half an hour past that the princess gave me a hornjob? Noble thought, and wondered again if Luna's smirk meant she could read minds; Noble could believe much of the sort.

Nodding to herself, Luna opened her mouth to go on.  Then, shocking Noble, she closed it, and dark spots, purplish to red beneath the dark blue of Luna's hide floated onto the immense alicorn's cheeks.  Suddenly, Luna's arms wrapped tight around Noble, squishing her into the rich-scented embrace of her dark cleavage.  "My L-l-lady?" Noble stammered.

Luna muttered quietly to herself for a moment, growling something about Celestia that Noble was fairly sure she didn't want to hear.  Eventually, she sighed and some of the tenseness slumped out of titanic muscles, though she didn't permit Noble to leave her grand décolletage embrace.  

"So," Luna said, coughing.  "I will admit, embarrassment for much less than losing a county ill-suits me, but I shall begin anew.  I have had some plans of you, Noble Cause, for no small time.  Perhaps, as she teaches you my arts of shadow, you may inquire more of the subtle tests that my Lulamoon has helped me weave into your life; the simple matter is, had you found no mate nor calling in the world of light afore your fourth decade, I'd have made you mine, and given you back the four decades you spent waiting for it and then some."

Noble went stock still.  As the science of magic had taken off, there had been a distinct pressure between the unicorn aristocracy and the other races on many levels.  None were so cantankerous as the magic of life expansion.  Constant rumors of the great houses keeping hidden or kidnapped unicorns of a sorcerous bent aside, at most, unicorn magic on its own seemed to add no more than a decade at maximum.  Rune-stamped crystals gave the potential for that to be spread to a wider field, and research into earth pony magic was promising, but it was well known that only one source could truly extend life on a level of significance beyond better healthcare.

The alicorns.  Like the grand, gorgeous goddess cuddling Noble close to her deliciously mountainous melons.  No one knew for sure how long Raven had served Celestia, and no one was sure how long Prince Armor would last, but the solid bet in the thaumaturgic community was "longer than the wildest dreams of the wealthy."  No pressure or mad scheme had ever forced Celestia to add a single day's worth of life during the millennia prior to her sister's return, and yet here was Luna, offering a simple bookseller time.  The unbuyable.

"Na, na, little one, not so simple," Luna said soothingly, and leaned down to kiss Noble's hornbase gently.  As sparks flew once more from the teased organ, Luna continued, "You might not be an archmage in training, but, aye, you'd make a doughty battle-mage, and Equestria has need of your talents.  More, I have need of your devotion."

Here, both mares seemed flustered; Noble, by the profuse compliments, Luna, by whatever had tipped her hand.  Slowly, the alicorn continued to explain.  "You know of young Shadow Hopper, yes?"

"The alicorn of tight pants- ooopps, I'm sorry, my Lady!" Noble yelped, and Luna burst into laughter, her giant jugs all but battering Noble about.

The giantess put a gentle finger on Noble's lips as she attempted to stammer further apology.  "He does fill well Rarity's creations, does he not?" chuckled Luna.  "To be honest, like little Flurry Heart, we're not quite sure what spheres he fulfills."  Her lips curled, an almost unholy lewdness in her glinting eyes.  "Though his spheres are quite fulfilling, when he uses them aright."  

Noble laughed, most of her nervousness fading.  An immense sense of arousal flooded her.  The scent of her Lady's sex was everywhere.  Her naked hide was pressed against her Lady.  She was invited in, and she was being told the intimate secrets of the most wondrous, powerful, and beautiful mare she could imagine.  A burning itch to-- to flat out hump Luna, if she must, or at least masturbate, flared in her loins and she let out a soft gasp.

Control.  I must have discipline!  Noble bit her inner lip and forced herself to listen.  To concentrate on what wonders her Lady might reveal.  She cradled in close against Luna.  After the shock of the College Dorm of the Goddess, she suspected she could handle further revelations with better aplomb.

Pursing her lips, Luna pondered for a moment.  "So.  A fosterage was made 'twixt Celly-dear and young Shadow Hopper's parents.  Them, we shall not focus over long upon, for they matter little in this context save that the lad is of alien heritage, but was made, from the soul up, to be an alicorn.  Save for some details, that is what he is, body and soul, and we of the royal bachelorette herd have had the shaping of his mind."

Stunned, Noble simply listened.  Not just a rare alicorn male, but one made to order for the royals?  Ok, maybe surprise is still on the menu!  She didn't speak, though; quite aside from her own fascination with the mysteries of the night in particular, she'd always been fascinated with mysteries and lore of all kinds.  Okay, so this is gossip, but it's the fuckin' gossip of the gods!

Luna swept her arms around the smaller mare, casually enwrapping her in an impenetrable wall of hard muscle and warm care.  Noble could feel Luna's claim settling in over her, welcomed it; she wondered if the collar would be anything but mere formality by the time Luna finished her story.  "Part of the contract," Luna said slowly, "Was six years to attempt to convince him to stay in Equestria-- specifically, to stay as the husband or herd husband to some or all of us.  Dear Celly rolled the dice."

Ears rotating, Noble cuddled close to the warmth of Luna's titanic teat and nodded, listening attentively; a somewhat wistful yearning joining the heat in her loins, the mental image of two divine alicorns meeting under shadow and starlight was an almost irresistible draw, and Noble felt her cheeks flush with the sudden reality of it all.

The story continued.  "She's set a ritual.  Twilight Sparkle is the guide, leading the lad to learn how to love us and rut us proper, how to be a top for all of us-- ah, you object, little one?"  The amazonian alicorn chuckled, and gently chucked Noble's chin as the "little" six foot six unicorn opened her mouth in shock, her cheeks suddenly flushing red at the seeming blasphemy.

The thought swirled in Noble's mind, and she wondered, Can goddesses blaspheme?

Luna smirked.  "Oh, a stallion on top-- any stud, any male, for that matter-- 'tis a rare occurrence for myself, let alone Celly.  Too emotional for the responsibility, for the most part; too few who have the fortitude also have the morals for it," she explained.  "But from all I saw of his dreams, the boy is more or less exclusively a top, and while I could… mm, adjust someone who sought that whilst unworthy, Twilight Sparkle, the elements, and my sister and I all had something in the making of his worthiness, after all.  Leaving aside the foolishness that would result should we choose to try and manipulate a son of that House thus, 'twould be foul of us to do so."

Squirming and panting, Noble tried to follow along.  Her mind flat out refused to consider Luna in a submissive role-- sitting in her embrace, body pressed into Luna's enormous rack, legs spread over Luna's tremendously muscled thighs… And leakin', dammit, I can't help it, I…  Noble's mind was full of herself in the submissive role, beneath the stern hand of her Goddess, tied up and tended to by the Dark Mother herself.

"Mmm," Luna said softly, and tipped Noble's chin up for a quick kiss on the lips.  "You can cleave to your quim if you like, darling mare.  I've a fondness for the face of a mare in pleasure's hold."  She laughed, not harshly, but a gentle amusement as the unicorn stammered, her ears pinned back and her hands hesitantly stroking at her sex.  "You needn't do so, but you might be relieved.  Thinking of some of the delights you're to receive for worshiping your goddess proper, eh?"  Luna inquired, and then licked her lips quite lewdly as Noble nodded, her fingers straying down to hesitantly caress her gushing lips, petting the dew back onto sensitive flesh and daring light, sweet touches to slick her stiffening clit.

"There's a girl," cooed Luna,and shifted her embrace; to Noble's embarrassment, this left the unicorn's full body exposed to Luna's gaze.  To her surprised pride, she kept on frigging herself, bold but with her Lady's approval.  "Good," concluded Luna.  "Now, the lad.  I know it's hard for you, but yes, we alicorn mares do yearn for a top some of the time.  Of us, 'tis Celly greatest, then myself, then Twilight Sparkle and so forth.  How can a stripling, barely an adult stallion hope to compete there?"

Glowering a bit, but still enamored of her Lady and the wondrous pictures her mind was throwing at her in pheromones' haze, Noble continued to play lightly with herself.  "I'm sorry, my Lady, but I just can't imagine anything but you riding proud atop anyone…"  Not even your sister, so there! Noble huffed mentally.

"Would it surprise you to know that's Trixie's position?  And the highest priestess of the priestesses Celly refuses to have?"  Luna laughed again, and her neck suddenly snaked forward.  While she seized another kiss, far more fiercely than before, tongue conquering Noble's muzzle, her left hand forced Noble to continue masturbating herself through the kiss.  To stroke and rub, to rotate her clit in swift, sinuous motions, Luna demanded pleasure-- and yet refused to penetrate poor Noble with her own divine digits!

Noble felt on the edge of a cruel precipice, gasping out, "Hahhhhnnnnn!" into Luna's mouth as the pleasure raged inside of her-- and then Luna with drew back, leaving her confused, edged, and bleary.

Just as suddenly, Luna's meaty hand did press between Noble's meaty thighs, her huge middle finger, as long as some stallionhoods, pressed past Noble's hands to fill deep in the stocky hyper mare's gushing cunt!  "Remember that I am the moon, and that you will dance upon the edge of pleasure for my desire, whatever else occurs," Luna said, and smiled.  "Especially since my sweet sisters-of-soul have convinced the dear boy-- not that it was too hard-- to permit the continuance of maintaining relationships with submissives."

She slowly began to pump her heavy middle finger back in Noble's sex.  "Oh aye, girl, if you take oath, submit to my collar, and dance in my rite, you shall be a pretty crown jewel for my stable, yes, you shall," she said with another smirk.  "My beloved and bratty and belligerently dominant sister believed that we could both satisfy the youth's lusts and our own-- by turning him into the a lover and dominant of our standards.  To match our designs, desires, and what inflames our loins, much as I mistress yours now..

Clinging to Luna with all of her might, Noble fought the drool welling up in her throat, swallowing heavily as she rutted her hips down hard against her Lady's penetrating finger.  "So-- ah…" she gasped as Luna teased around her G-spot, leaving her willing, waiting, wanting, and whining.  Arching her back, tough muscles bulging and tensing, she shuddered  "S-so you're teaching him to do this?" she asked, incredulous.

Luna chuckled and kissed Noble hungrily, smirking lightly.  "He picks it up quite quickly, and there's the nub of the notion-- he's been progressing through the rite dear Celly's put him to, quite quickly indeed."  She chuckled, teasing her thick thumb against the top of Noble's muff, the thick digit agile for all its size.  "He's been guided by Twilight Sparkle, I said," she purred, "And won the hand of dear Fluttershy."  Artfully, Luna smirked.  "Speaking of hands, do you need to cum, my dear Noble Cause?"

A hair away from screaming, barely held back by her desire not to shame herself in front of her lewd Lady, Noble ground her F-cups against Luna's magnificent double Z's and squealed, "Yes!  Please!"

But Luna just smiled teasingly.  "A good start, my little postulant.  Give your goddess what she demands, though, sweeter than praise," she instructed, wriggling thumb and middle finger in light stimulation, prolonging the edge in almost torturous pleasure.

She didn't have to explain any more.  Noble knew that somehow, some way, her dreams were coming true, and she just surrendered to them.  "Please, mistress.  My Lady.  My goddess.  Please, let me cum, I beg of you, make me cum, please!" she groaned, squirming, her thick thighs and broad hips clenching down hard, squeezing against her goddess's dark-hided hand.

A feral smile curled around Luna's lips, her teeth bright pearls.  "Good.  Nay; excellent.  Fierce of spirit and fierce in service; what I need, what I desire," she nickered, her dark wings sweeping forward to hold Noble in their tight, feathery embrace.  Thus sheltered from the chaos of the room, surrounded by Luna's heady musk and the constant warmth of her divine strength, Noble came, whinnying and nickering.

Her own amazonian frame was outlined in strict relief, muscles tensing and bulging in worshipful imitation of her goddess' body, head thrown back and horn held high.  Noble squeezed, her potent thighs barely shifting Luna's broad hand.  Her pussy covered Luna's thick, invading finger in musky juices, clenching and winking against it while Luna watched Noble cream with smug, possessive fascination.

Am I yours, my Lady? Noble wondered.  Will you keep me?  Then, still shuddering, her body wrapped in the untrammeled pleasure of her orgasm, she realized there was no reason to hold back any more, no compulsion to keep her devotion secret.  As her sex fluttered over Luna's claiming finger, Noble gazed hotly up into Luna's eyes and pleaded, "May I be yours, my Lady?  Will you hold me, and keep me, claim me against all others?"

Luna's feral smile widened, and her other hand reached up along the taut white hide of Noble's chiseled back to press the stocky hyper closer and closer into the embrace of her breasts.  "Aye, Noble Cause.  Thou'rt mine, and I shall keep thee-- keep thee well, and full, besides."  As she growled, her fingers ably pressed Noble's thick, strong thighs apart, and she plunged a second finger deep into Noble's slowly calming wetness.

Noble's climax was immediately renewed, and she squealed to the highest heavens and all the mysteries of the night as she orgasmed for Luna's desire, and in proof of Luna's claim on her very soul.

Chuckling, the giant goddess kisses Noble fiercely once again.  She broke free of her nostalgic syntax for the moment.  "You're extending the tale, but then again, so am I," she said as she broke the kiss.  "So, the lad took Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and even met proud Rarity's questing calls as well.  Including seducing sweet and no longer so little Barb."  A little smirk formed on her lips.  "Of course, since we want the ritual to succeed there were minor handicaps involved in terms of magic use…  He is neither as experienced a warrior nor a mage as any of the lovely Elementals, but he does have an advantage in close in fighting-- which of course, is what the challenge ring is.  An opponent like Rainbow Dash cannot evade a fight forever, even if the 'ring' is a large stretch of country or it's considered a default."

Blinking, Noble connected the dots.  "Wait, my Lady, do you mean that an eighteen year old…"  She stammered off.  "That… he…"  Again, the thought of blasphemy, utter blasphemy was the only label that the heavily built hyper could come up with.

Luna gently stroked Noble's lips with the fingertips not still occupying the smaller mare's pussy.  "That he took me down in somewhat fair combat?" asked Luna, grinning with gentle wickedness.  "That he held me to the ground and filled my womb after taking me like a trophy of war?"

The scent of Luna's arousal was almost overwhelming, and a faint, distant part of Noble was aware that her Lady was almost as gushing as Noble herself had been a moment ago.  How, why-- he's but a striplin' and she's the Great Mother!  Noble felt almost sick, for all the pleasure of Luna's finger deep inside her still.  The huge nipples on Luna's giant mounds were stiff and proud, and Noble saw a lusty mirror of her own flushed face beneath Luna's dark-navy hide around the cheeks.  The memory seemed to somehow enchant her, and Noble's body shook-- how could this be right?

Catlike smirk gone, Luna pulled her finger from Noble's sex and licked herself clean in a single slurp.  Then, her heavy arms wrapped around the smaller amazon, squeezing her tight.  "Worry not," Luna said, and soft as it was, it was an order.  "It was not merely due to my sister's design nor out of respect for his preferences.  Mine, too, remember, little one; for I've had the training of him in sex rite and then as lovers normal since he had the taking of dear little Fluttershy, and she taught him her own subtle lessons in loveplay and dominance."

Noble still quivered in Luna's hold; for her part, Luna continued her caresses, rocking her naked "little" lover back and forth, utterly enwrapped in strength and gentleness alike.  She went on,  "So, mm.  I have also been adding to Twilight's curriculum for the lad since he met my standards for skill as well as endurance as a lover-- no refractory period is nice, but if he hadn't trained up the stamina, I'd have left him gasping in the dust and sheets alike."  She winked at Noble, the smaller mare calming a bit.

Nonetheless, seeing that Noble continued to be deeply shaken, Luna summed up.  "He has been trained, my dear little postulant.  Trained to meet my standards as shieldmate and mate alike.  A trifle crude on the battlefield, too much of a stallion for real precision and discipline, unfortunately.  In fact, I was worried he would fail at our challenge, for all the secret of his success: strength that we have found no limit for.  And then that would deny me my prize," she growled, "For make no mistake, little one, I want him.  Wanted then, want now."

Swallowing heavily, Noble grinned faintly.  "It's a little easier, my Lady, to imagine him as a prize for you, than to imagine him taking…"  She coughed.

Luna winked, relaxing her taut hold but slightly and ruffled Noble's short mane.  "I shan't disturb you with too many details at the moment," she said, then leered, "But I'll expect you to build up some resistance… perhaps watching through a hidden cache, or shall I saturate your dreams with my memories?"

"My Lady, please!" Noble groaned, and, without thinking, whapped Luna's enormous right tit with her palm.

Before Noble could even stammer an apology, Luna swept her head down and in to seize another kiss.  "Spare me any sorries, dear Noble Cause, and remember 'tis your spirit I year for as much as your comely warrior-mage's body," she said sternly, then gently rubbed her cheek against Noble's.  "But remember I shan't spare you teasing.  That said: I had my doubts, and I wanted my prize."

Suddenly Luna groaned and flexed her wings open.  Her long, potent legs were stretched out on the floor, and she sat Noble across the ridges of the cabled mass of her left quadriceps.  "So, foalish as I was, I did the thing no learned mare should ever do to preserve a bauble of her own: I asked my sister to help tip matters in the lad's favor.  To do something to me that would fit the terms of the duel beyond my merely agreeing not to use magic and permitting him the use of his inferior sorcery."

Frowning, Noble laid her head gently against Luna's soft, pillowy breast and asked, "She didn't hurt you, did she?"  Inwardly, she was half ready to take up arms for Nightmare Moon-- if the Lady permitted, which she suspected would not be on the menu. 

A headshake, prompt and clear, was the massive goddess' response.  "Nay.  My sister?  A prank she might have put to some embarrassment, but harm or threaten, no."  Luna groaned with annoyance again.  "To spare us both the details, then…  She augmented me, in fact.  To be precise, she augmented my hormones.  My aggressiveness.  My sexual need.  I was not thinking clearly, and I am not sure she was-- had I won, I would have ravished the boy despite his own leanings, and threatened as much!"  She turned as Noble bit back a statement and placed two fingers on the little amazon's nose.  "You may not call that a good possibility.  Consent applies to stallions, too, even I believe that."

Noble managed a wan smirk of her own.  "Does my Lady perhaps make mock of her own leanings a tad much?"

"Pert!  Flirting knave!  I'd have your backside tanned by my hand for such tawdry speculations if 'twere not for the fact that I know you'd enjoy it," Luna laughed, squeezing Noble's broad behind with a single giant hand, and added, "Aye, that and it's true.  So.  There I was, horny as hell, not thinking, and my body in overdrive.  I got close; he won far more quickly than he should have.  'Trust my sister' indeed, she warned me not to as, but…"

Luna grumbled a bit, and then gave an astonishingly high giggle.  "Unfortunately, Celly's spell had a number of consequences.  Not the least of which is that our niece, and now dear little Fluttershy are no longer alone holding the life of natural born alicorns beneath their hearts."  Luna gently stroked her own belly, and smiled at Noble.  "I have felt their nascencies collect," she said with a hushed awe in her jovial voice.  "Two!  Twin daughters, and mine and my herd's."

Noble's jaw dropped.  The birth of Flurry Heart had been a miracle of the old school, awful and awe-inspiring alike.  Now-- at least three more?  And two my Lady's?  Does she intend to have me as nursemaid, then, or…?

The smirk returned to Luna's face and the wryness to her tone.  "Aye, the lad's virile among… other things."  She winked, and suddenly, lifted the still-stunned Noble up into the air and began to lewdly and lustfully suckle at Noble's F-cups.  The stimulation was amazing, pressing all along the sensitive mammaries and massaging them with her tongue and lips as she went from one to the other and back until Noble was once more at the edge of climax… and then teasingly, yet again, stopped.

Luna's eyes were dark and stormy, almost feral, as she looked up from Noble's teats.  "Mm, keep your eyes not on the future alone, little one.  I'm afraid that while I will also be advancing you in my cause as I'd intended… I have a more prurient and immediate trust that I must give."  She sighed.  "Celly's blasted spell not only overwhelmed my own contraception enchantments, they've… well."  She grunted, and set Noble down, then hefted her gigantic rack up…. and let the heavy knockers fall.

Now knowing what to listen for, Noble heard the slight gurgle of overfull fluid in the jiggling bounce.  She swallowed heavily.  "You're lactating, my Lady," she hazarded.

"Yes!  They've grown a blasted cup size, too, and worse, they ache all the time.  Twice and thrice worse, my milk is apparently like sister's, and suffused with the power of my alicorn nature.  With my very spheres!  And seeming, if not as addictive, than addictive nonetheless with but a few sups… Gah!  'Tis unfair," Luna actually whined.  "Celly's milk can be frozen-- keeps!  Mine floats off and begins to suffuse the dreams of my Night Guard, even when frozen solid!"

Trying to ignore the world-tilting implications of her goddess' pregnancy-- and her pouting-- Noble reached up and stroked Luna's dark cheek.  "My Lady, you need me to…"  She swallowed, a massive lump in her throat.  "Drink your milk?"

With a slow nod, Luna explained.  "Aye.  And to be my hand in other matters, not the least of which will be as Seer for my Guard and others under my fiefdom."

"As a seer--" Noble began, than shook her head.  "Your… um.  Your milk.  It's…"

"Prognotropic.  And psychotropic, and hallucinogenic, and apparently much like sweet Celly's, an addictive aphrodisiac.  Hers boosts power and capability.  Mine sends the mind a-wander."  Luna folded her arms under her giant, wobbling teats and sniffed.  "So.  These are your terms, Noble Cause.  Swear personal fealty to me as not merely your goddess and ruling princess, but as your clanmistress and personal mistress.  You will be my hand where I cannot be present; my hoof upon the throats of my enemies.  You will serve my body; you will enforce my will.  I will take you as a lover and submissive-- not a slave, for we fought hard to break the slavers, but as one bound to my lusts."

Luna held Noble trapped, not by any physical restraint, but by a strange, almost windlike tone.  Her words seemed to hold a storm of dreams and shadows, and though Noble could break her gaze from Luna's, Luna's words held her spellbound, and always she returned to focusing on her goddess.  "In exchange, I will provide for you, both room and board and a salary twice your usual profits at your bookstore.  We may discuss its future later, but I will want you focused on me.  I will see you initiated into the secrets of my magics; I will have you trained as a warmare of the highest orders before Celestia Sola Invicta's peace.  I will reforge you, Noble Cause.  I will make of you my lover… and my hoofmaiden-Seer.  Do you accept?"

Noble sank to her knees, half aware of the ridiculousness, and yet… Somehow, placing her knees together between Luna's giant thighs, her powerful body but a tough little plug before this amazing divine amazon-- it seemed right.  Like all of her was within and subordinate to the Lady, to her Lady, and a wild passion seized her.

With a fey confidence granting grace to her motions, Noble smiled hesitantly up at Luna, and then closed her eyes laying her face down against the swell of the titanic pair of dark blue breasts, her muzzle nestled into her Lady's cleavage, her horn laid along the proud, perky curve and at Luna's mercy.  "Darkness and Shadows, my Lady, yes.  By Your Moon's silver light, yes, by my soul I am yours.  Everything that You command, I will do; everything that you ask, I will be.  Reforge me, my beloved Goddess, I beg of you; make me over to Your purposes, and I swear by all holies and all secrets that ever were, I am yours!"

Cool material, like finest leather but yet somehow like cold silver, touched around Noble's throat-- a band.  A collar.  "Rise," ordered Luna, her voice a black and hungry growl-- the Maw of the Great Mother opening to speak dark words.  "Rise, my hoofmaiden, and make of yourself my possession; clasp the collar about your own throat, and willingingly be made mine past the very end of your days!"

Noble staggered slowly to her feet, Luna shifting lightly to let the naked unicorn straddle her giant right thigh.  Noble's strong fingers raised to her corded throat, and she found the studded collar there, complete with an O-ring and dangling tag.  She clicked the clasp together, then swallowed heavily against the unfamiliar constriction as a hiss was heard.  "M-my Lady?"

"Mmm.  Words have meaning, my dear.  Though my illusions will cloak it from the unwary, you-- like Trixie, like the highest of my guard, will forevermore wear my collar, save that one of us should break faith with the other.  You'll see it on them, now," Luna said, lounging back lazily and clapping a hand on Noble's taut buttocks.  "The mark of my people.  My claimed, my own."
> Chapter 3
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Noble Cause wasn't given long to admire her collar.  The mercurial moon was waxing, and Luna Selene Solutae had needs to be fulfilled.

More needs than I'd have dreamed, ever! Noble thought.

Luna peremptorily hauled the smaller amazon up to one colossal teat.  Noble whinnied, her muscular inner thighs damp with her femmecum and her tail flicking over her Lady's supporting hand.  One broad, callused hand hefted Noble up; the other came behind Noble's head and directed her right towards the Great Mother's massive teat.  "It's time to begin your duties, my hoofmaiden," rumbled the giantess.

Noble swallowed heavily.  "M-mistress," she gasped, her stocky frame trembling.  "Your nipple-- it's bigger than some cocks I've..."

Luna's hand stroked gently at the unicorn's mane.  "Shhh, little one," she said quietly.  "You are in your goddess' hands now.   Fear nothing save betraying me.  Close your eyes if you must, but open wide.  Your mouth-- like the rest of you-- belongs to the Moon, now.  And the Moon demands you sup."

Jaw trembling, but trusting in her Lady, Noble opened wide.  She kept her eyes clear, elemental stubbornness forcing her from the path of weakness, and she was rewarded with a benevolent smile from the giant amazon.  "So proud of you is your mistress, little one," Luna cooed softly-- and suddenly, Noble's mouth was full of Luna's fleshy nub.

Squeals of delight filled Noble's ears and she felt her jaw distending, as though her mistress' nipple was a hyper's oversized prick.  She was forced to yawn out like a serpent, Luna inexorable, insatiable until Noble's lips pressed against her areola and Noble's six foot six body was cradled against her like a nursing babe.

The order was almost a formality, but the growl rumbled down into Noble's very soul.  "Suckle, my hoofmaiden.  Now!"

So Noble did, choking around the vast nip at first.  Soon, when the touch of Luna's indescribably sweet and rich milk touched her tongue, she abruptly threw herself into it with whole heart and joyous soul.  She sucked at the giant nub like a drowning mare at an airhose-- as though she'd die if that thick, tingling fluid didn't fill her, immediately.

Fill it did.  No preliminary, like the hypothetical dick it outmassed; when Noble hollowed her cheeks, the dark black nipple gave forth.  A sweet, heady stream of literally divine-tasting milk gushed into her throat as her mistress let out a satisfied moan.

As Luna grunted, "Rainbows and our Mother, it feels so good to get the tightness down!" Noble's mind raced.  Maybe it was the hallucinogenic effect that her goddess had warned her of, but she felt determined to pleasure Luna as deeply as she could.  Not just mere relief; payment in kind for the orgasms she'd been given.

Clench went Noble's abs around her tightening core, rapidly filling with milk, and she let out a muffled scream of pleasure that trailed off into gurgles.  Correction, she thought dreamily, Am bein' given.  Lady of the Night, what a rush!

A rush from the Lady of the Night, in point of fact.

Noble struggled with a sudden haze that was more than merely orgasm, tingling and fluid sensation running through her every thought. It inspired her for that repayment, though, and despite the constant stream of milk, Noble began to swirl her tongue around the enormous nip.  Her goddess had already deep-throated her with the thick nub, so she began to bob her head back and forth over nipple and splurting milk alike, hollowing her cheeks and aggressively sucking.

As she wriggled her tongue all along the turgid length, she giggled mentally.  A blowjob, she thought.  I'm givin' a blowjob to a nipple that puts my last coltfriend's pride to shame.  Not that the stud had been less than satisfying-- she wouldn't have tolerated less-- either!  No, just this wonderful, amazing, beautiful tit had of course a nipple of divine length to own Noble's throat.  And silly or not, my goddess deserves having her tits fellated!

Before she could further tend to Luna, Noble had to reorient herself.  The thick warmth of the milk spread swiftly; not limited to the stomach alone.  It pulsed along her body, as though carried by her veins, infusing muscle and bone and all manner of flesh with indescribable pleasure.  Her hands trembled with the sensation of a lover's caress from within.  As her fingers clenched against the massive teat filling her belly, she remembered, Hands!  I have hands to please my Lady!

Hands and arms and a body.  Determined to learn quickly, she recalled her Lady's 'lesson'-- that a goddess' breasts were pleasurably sensitive indeed.  So start with hands-- with fingers-- stroking and caressing Luna's huge, perky orb.  Squeeze-- just lightly, lest the flow of milk drown her!-- with her palms, rubbing in soft circles.  Pattern established amid the intoxication of Lunar milk,when her mistress' groans turned from soft sighs to sharp, pleasured grunts, Noble flexed.

Like a little filly flexing against her warmare mother, it might have been ridiculous from the outside.  One of Luna's forearms would have outpumped Noble's best peaks… without flexing.  Would, in fact, have made Noble's otherwise prodigious quads look like stubby little chicken wings.  But mistress likes her warmares, Noble's loins assured her.  Flex, even if frivolous.  Flex for my mistress, for my goddess.

Luna's strong, calloused right hand stroked through Noble's mane, holding her against the rapidly splurting, heavily sloshing mammary.  Her left, now-- her left took advantage of its place supporting Noble, a full grown six-foot-six, like a tiny foal, to suckle.  Squeezing and fondling, Luna made very free with her new hoofmaiden's toned glutes, and Noble had to restrain herself from forgetting sanity and just squealing in pleasure at the top of her lungs.

Remember, me, Noble told herself, It would not be a good omen to take some of that-- ahhhh!-- deliciousness down your airpipe, even if you'd love to swim in the stuff.  Then she giggled, stopping the suckle out of necessity as her cheeks puffed up, stretched even quicker than her belly on the milk.

Did mistress' breasts have starfield patterns the first time I saw them, she wondered, or-- ooh, I need to swallow, yes I do.

Navy blue fingers pressed proprietorially against the white hide of Noble's tensing tush.  Noble gulped down eagerly in response to the unspoken rejoinder, though she couldn't help the occasional throttled groan of ecstasy.  The milk and milk-euphoria that spread in Noble responded to Luna's touches as though she already had some secret to manipulating it inside Noble.  Perhaps Luna had, though Noble couldn't feel any magic swimming in the ether around her.

No, what she felt in every light touch of those huge fingers was half-spank, half-liquid pleasure, as though her clit had decided to take reports from the rear.  Her tail caught in permanent flag, she began to rut back against Luna's playful molestations.  Lewd and utterly wild, Noble bounced her chiseled hind end against the huge palm that easily covered across the majority of both cheeks.  Shamelessly, she drenched her goddess' lap as her pussy climaxed again, and again.  The Moon Milk seemed to be forcing her along its path, to be igniting her inner walls with unquenchable sensation, and all she could do was cream.

Cream and flex.  She heard Luna's coos of encouragement, obscene little suggestions that Noble could, "Put those pretty muscles to work in my cunt later-- mm, nice and hard, like a good mare ought."  Was that safe, with her goddess pregnant?  Noble didn't know, but trusted all to Luna's wisdom.

Yes, she pumped her poor mortal muscles, mere amazonian against Luna's indomitable might and perfect definition, good and hard.  Suck, flex, suck, flex, she chanted inwardly.  Suck, flex, cuddle the breast divine…  She had to worship, and this was her method.  But… not just controlled.  Not a slave after all.  A submissive, a servant, a priestess baptized in the mix of faith and lust.

A fire awoke in her belly, fighting back against the milk's siren song.

So I have to keep cummin' like the owned little broodie she makes me? Noble thought, and threw her whole body around her mistress.  Powerful, bulging legs spread wide, Noble wrapped herself around as much of Luna's mid-torso as she could, cunny grinding obscenely against the rugged power of one of Luna's gloriously chiseled abs.  Fine.  But I'm gonna do it like the proud, stubborn bitch Momma taught me to be.  Like the warmare mistress wants me to be!

Noble's own abdominals had surrendered to the milk's stretch now, her usual minor pudge bloating out, full of her late-night "dinner."  So she wiggled that, too, against her beloved goddess, and was rewarded by the renewed scent of alicorn musk.  It was everywhere now, and as Noble writhed in constant climax against the breast she hungrily fellated, it seemed to change the very timber of her own release.

Scent and taste and even just the feel of Luna's glorious mega-breast seemed to convey more pleasure than Noble could have thought possible.  As though everything from curling toes to tensing thighs, all the way up to her own "little" F-cups-- but growing with the influx of alicorn milk-- and to the tips of her ears…

Of course the horn, she thought.  As though all of it could climax like her drenched cunt, feel all of the clench and contract and release and relief of her sex.

She wasn't surprised when her horn went off without so much as a dainty peck from Luna.  Her goddess was apparently quite fond of Noble's ears, licking and nibbling them almost delicately.  When shadow and azure burst from Noble's horn, though, Luna gently touched her horn to Noble's.

Noble blacked out.





When she woke up, her jaw ached, not from distension, but from an almost agonizing lack.  Her eyes rolled open, and there, looming in front of her was the dark and crinkled flesh of her mistress-goddess' teat, with just a light dribble of sweet cream from the tit.

"Oh, good," purred Luna.  "You gave such a sweet little suckle I thought to reward you, but 'twas too much for your first time.  I am so proud of you, my Noble Cause; few of my initiates would have been anything but a passive maw."  Noble smiled as though she'd been praised for the very first time, her heart burning almost as hot as the still-inflamed passion of her pussy.

Then she looked up, and saw the devilish smirk on her Lady's face.  The corona of twinkling stars and the halo in the form of a constantly phasing moon only distracted from that impish lust but a little.  "So let me reward you more, my sweet," the huge alicorn purred.  "Reward such an expert nipple-sucker as she deserves."

Noble screamed at herself to say something.  To thank Luna.  To praise the Great Mother for the great fucking.  To ask what sort of a reward prompt learning to give a blowjob to a part of the anatomy not usually used as a phallus might receive.  No sound came out, save the still-pleasured groan that followed the only breath she could make.  Her jaw went slack, though still sadly unstretched.

The moment the unicorn's jaw dropped, that smile increased its dark mischief a thousandfold on Luna's face.  "Perfect, my pretty piece," sighed the amazonian giantess.  "Just perfect," she cooed, and flexed her pectorals abruptly.

Huge bulges of immense power were utterly hidden behind the past-Z breasts, but Noble could see their effects.  Eee.  I think I can actually see them anyway, she thought muzzily, and it was so-- faint lines of power behind life-filled mammary mountains.  She didn't have time to contemplate further.  As the gigantic tits slammed into Noble's face, Luna flexed her ninety-inch circumference right bicep as well.  Right into the side of the not-quite-drained boob that Noble had been worshiping. 

Luna Selene Solutae took a milk money shot all over her new hoofmaiden's face.  Warm cream sprayed all over Noble's muzzle, leaving thick liquid drenching down over her snout, invading nostrils, dripping onto her breasts.  Needless to say, if not as efficacious as the aphrodisiac still ravishing her belly, the mystic potency of Luna's milk drove Noble further wild with climax.  It felt like an alchemical distillation of the very concept of pleasure, sprayed over her skin.

She wasn't able to close her eyes in time, but the milk didn't burn or hurt.  Some distant part of Noble, a scholar even when being given a lactation facial, noted that instead, Luna's milk not only gently cleansed Noble's eyes, it opened her perception of the local mana flows considerably, like the finest Vision ointment.

An unexpected side-benefit she didn't really have the presence of mind to appreciate, being far too busy learning that yes, even now, Luna could make her cum harder than the most intense dreams of a fuck-crazy broodie.

Luna cradled the fit, fireplug hyper mare in her arms gently.  For all of the power and strength that Noble was both heir to and worked hard to maintain, she was just a delicate little blossom with an immense milk-jug gut in Luna's arms.  She came and came, and in the short but lengthening time between climaxes, floated on literal dreamstuff enrapturing her mind.  Spilling past her goddess' titanic muscles, her belly was swollen as though she was full of foal and about to pop herself.

Noble wondered if it was fair she was given such pleasure while her goddess had only cum a scant few times.  Then she looked up, and through her milk-enhanced sight, saw calmness and satisfaction literally glow from Luna's face.  The work, and the worship, was worthy.





She panted heavily as the climaxes finally stopped.  Or at least calmed enough that she couldn't distinguish them from the languid squirming that she seemed incapable of ceasing.  This pleased her mistress.  Luna rumbled, her wings flicking lightly as she continued to beam at her newly claimed lover and servant.

"M-m-mistress," Noble whispered, finally able to speak.  "What… I…"  Sort of speak.

Luna shook her head, the ethereal wisps of her wild mane flowing like night breezes.  She shushed Noble gently and softly said, "Rest, dear priestess.  Rest for now, in thy goddess' arms, and know that I will shield thee always."  Before Noble could do anything but slacken against the impossible hardness of Luna's muscular embrace, the Great Mother leaned down, muzzle inches from Noble's milk-stained, no, milk-coated face.

And began to lick.  Grooming.  Noble processed it slowly, as long, tender licks slurped across her face.  Luna lapped up her own milk; unlike poor Noble, she merely gained a darker flush to her cheeks as she cleaned up her messy reward.  Even when the milk was slurped from muzzle, cheek, forehead, even from Noble's short, blonde mane, Luna just kept licking.

It was hardly unpleasant.  Comforting, after the raw intensity of the milky facefuck.  Tender care from the Goddess of Dreams, lapped in slow, even measures over Noble's face.  Curling, deft licks styling Noble's mane; teasing tonguetip touches at Noble's mana-climaxed hornbase.  Noble closed her eyes again, lulled into restfulness.

The teasing should have warned her.  She should have remembered the wickedness of her goddess' smile, for all she loved the results.

"Noble," came Luna's voice, a sing-song, almost fillyish pitch, if fillies could have voices deeper than Carter's End Gorge back home.  Noble squirmed, milk-swollen breasts and belly jiggling and sloshing about, trying to get her eyes open and failing-- the lids were just so heavy!

"Mm, adorable, my sweet Cause," came Luna's voice again, but it wasn't squeaky in the slightest this time.  Richer.  Hungrier.  "Adorable, but… Noble…." she sang again, her profound voice resonating over Noble's body like a full body massage.

At last, Noble found her voice.  Blearily, her eyes opening slowly to reveal that mischievous grin looming above her once more, she replied.  "Mistress?" she asked hopefully.  "Mistress, how may I serve?"

A piercing squeal of delight from the nine-foot-four giant goddess cleared out any milk or dreamstuff left in Just Cause's baby girl's ears!  "Momma?" she asked, confused.  "Is the tea ready?"

"Don't call me Mother outside of the Rite, sweet piece, sweet Cause," Luna cooed.  "Or when I shall dress you up properly for an occasion.  But as you have pleaded for a Mother's paddling to a naughty filly…"

Whack!  Two buttocks, one hand.  Luna's vast palm came around like a whistle, and slapped Noble's rear.  Not too harshly, though stern enough to leave a red, glowing handmark beneath her hide hair stretching from cutie mark to cutie mark, it shocked Noble to nearly full wakefulness.

Before she could beg forgiveness for however she'd sinned, Noble's mouth was abruptly full of black, questing tongue.  Full.  Full as it had been of nipple, only with a squirming, conquering liveliness as Luna prenched her good and hard.

"No, dear Noble, you have not angered your goddess," Luna said when she broke the kiss.  "Not yet."  A pout formed on the divine muzzle that left Noble aching to soothe whatever distress her mistress might have.  Then she was smacked by a jiggling, sloshing mass, and realized the "yet."

Dark of New and Light of Full, Noble thought, and swallowed heavily.  Her hands reflexively cradled the immense bloat of her milk-swollen stomach.  "Th-that was just one tit," she whispered.

Luna squealed again, a bit more circumspectly.  "You are a strong little love, aren't you?" she nickered, and goosed Noble.  Noble yelped, and her stomach smacked both of her breasts and the looming giant Left Lunar Tit as she squirmed.  She was left wondering if goddesses were allowed to giggle like that, and believing with all her heart that Luna could do anything she wanted to.

"Trixie spoke well when she recommended you to my service, my breasts, and my bed," Luna said with a smirk.  "Yes, sweetling.  Your job is but half-complete."  She pursed her lips.  "Still, I like not overabusing your belly like this; being a sweller rather than a gulper is new to me without magic for temporary equipment."

She planted the same hand that had roughly, rudely, and lewdly spanked Noble atop the vast swell of milk protected only by distended hide, and thought.  Noble did pay attention as that wicked smirk grew and grew, and whispered, "I did volunteer, but Lady, can I withstand your glory?"

Luna snorted, and cupped Noble's cheek in one hand.  "Of course you can.  When I had the toughest of my Thestral mares drain me, she passed out after sucking passively.  I set her male counterpart on her to train up her will and verve; he made it to the hornfrot like you, but couldn't quite get the presence of mind to give a good blowjob, let alone that lovely full-body participation, my dear!"

Pleased, Luna kissed Noble fiercely again; no tongue, but no less conquering.  "I am so proud of you," she repeated.  "No, I'll wait to leave your belly exceeding your body until I've fucked you with my tits for a few hours.  The dear boy left my tum broader than even my frame on the first salvo, but I am an alicorn, after all."  She tapped her muzzle as Noble stared in blushing wonder.  "Ah!  Thence, he octupled me afterwards-- from another angle!  Strategy, my precious Cause, can be found even in a stallion's mind.  Or loins.  We shall take inspiration from my apprentice and affianced, then, you and I, and overfill you.  As above, so below, eh?"

Noble's mind was waking up, between squeals and spanks and goddess giggles.  Her eyes widened with shock.  Trust your goddess, wench! she ordered herself.  While she steeled her conscious mind, she felt her tail shift firmly to the left, tugging between the sore flesh of her swatted ass and her goddess' calloused hand.

"P-part of me is all in, mistress," Noble said, swallowing heavily.  "Forgive your hoofmaiden if she's a bit nervous at the idea of that much milk up her slit?"  Not that there's a risk of anything.  Not in her hands, and not with the miracle of this milk.

Luna purred.  "Mind awake and present," she noted.  "What a warmare you'll make, precious priestess.  What a mage…"  Her rumble trailed off, and Noble's heart leapt as the wickedest width of smile hit yet.  "And what a piece of ass for my teats' conquest!  Hup-la!"

With that, she tumbled Noble from her lap onto the broad mattress-- When did we move here? wondered the befuzzled unicorn-- below, into the mess of sheets still smelling of Luna's climaxes.  

She almost came again, and couldn't swear she didn't when her belly bounced and squished back against her, sending the milk sloshing around endlessly.

"Oof," Noble groaned and picked herself up on her hands and knees.  She would have risen, but a possessive hand came down on her ass, and she froze.

No, her torso froze, her head froze, neck lifting her gaze and horn up high.  Her lower body was taking signals from her little mare in the boat, and as flagged as her tail was, it tried to make a complete one-eighty and go up her back.

Her tense, thick legs spread of their own accord, and she whimpered.  "Hsst," Luna chided.  "On your knees, ass high and cunt ready.  Is that not best to receive my blessing?"

Welp, Noble thought.  At least I have plenty of fluids to make up for the waterfall that appears to have been conjured into my womb?  She maintained enough sauce to deliberately wink her cunt at her goddess, and moan, "Yes, please, blessings and graces and HOLY FUCKING BOOBS!"

Naturally, that had been when Luna chose to lurch forward and cram her left breast against Noble's upraised flanks.  She didn't use any appreciable force-- for a divine muscle goddess.  Noble might be strong even for a hyper mare, but she was almost knocked forward.  Her quads and triceps surged and hardened as she braced on the tousled sheets.

To be more precise, the 'and' had gotten the slap of massive ZZ-tit spanking ass and thighs and calves alike.  The blessing of breasts had escaped her in a mad yelp when her pussy was treated to the same as her thirsty throat-- save with less gentleness.  Luna wanted to ravish her new sub, and said sub was more than enthusiastic for her ravishing.

The strange capability of a hyper to stretch their intended, and Noble's own hyper ability to stretch, came to her rescue as her already curvaceous, thick hips were widened further.  Luna's nip plowed into Noble's well-cum but so far un-boobed, un-stretched sex as though she intended to breed Noble with her milk alone.

Noble was briefly and muggily entertained by the idea of fluid-formed foals forming a heroic team to fight crime before the explosive burst of pleasure mixed with violation sent her screaming into renewed climax.  Luna loomed across her, her gigantic melon-- bag of melons!-- pushing hard against Noble's upturned rump and flagged tail.  She took Noble fiercely, her wings outspread as she reached a hand forward to grab Noble's horn like a steering rod while her giant nipple began to splurt the aphrodisiac milk into Noble's gushing, winking cunny.

"Mmm," groaned Luna.  "Must remember to put a bit and bridle on you later tonight when we do this again."

Again? Noble wanted to ask, but could only whinny and squeal like a half-wild thing, tamed slut and inflamed fucktoy for her mistress alike.  Words were her mistress' now, and to her, the fucking.

No weakling, now or ever before her mistress, Noble gritted her teeth and squeezed her kegels over the fleshy invader, for all her milk gut-- swollen down to the very mattress!-- made it hard to control her core.

Luna's groan of approval made Noble's every effort to get her sloshing belly and overstuffed sex to clench utterly worthwhile.  The massive hand enveloped her horn, holding her head back and high as the potent fingers stroked and played in time with the bounding thrusts from behind.  Noble dug her knees in, quads flaring tightly once more as she slammed her rump back at her goddess' mega-breast.

It was so hard to focus; her horn was sending its electric pleasure-signals straight to her brain, but her clit was trapped right up against the invading nipple, and its frantic pulse seemed even more urgent.

She couldn't stop screaming -- No, squealing -- pleasured blares and blats almost down to an animal level.  Luna's divine milk suffused her flesh, working her over with a less blatant, but more pervasive magic than the stretch starting from her slit.  The flex of her muscular thighs?  Like the finest stroke over her vulva.  The slap of her flanks against the perky bounce of her goddess breast?  Like her clit was getting extra special attention from a talented lover.

"Good, good, good," chanted Luna as she pumped gallon after gallon of trance-inducing cream into Noble's waiting womb.  As Noble's uterus made the same preternatual adjustments to being overfilled as her stomach had, Luna let out a long, whinnying squeal of climax.  "So good, my sweet Cause!  It feels so good to get that out!"

Noble knew she was a good mare, then.  Her lover, her mistress, her goddess was pleased with her performance as a milkdump.  As a nipple-fucked slut, bound to the divine warmistress ravishing her womb and conquering the sensitive expanse of her horn.  It wasn't just the loom and shadow of Luna's far-flung wings and immense body that made Noble know she was owned; it was that trap, between her horn's rising need to splash magic all over the divine bedroom's ceiling and her cunt's willing acceptance of its new role as receptacle for shamanistic cream.

Then the scent struck her.  Divine orgasms, alicorn climaxes-- they held power, and not just in magical rites.  It was more than scent, it was taste, like the tang of a hopeful dream coming into reach, or chill and brisk as a winter's night.  Luna gasped and moaned, titanic peaks flexing-- with care, such care as to never harm her hoofmaiden-- her enormous breast and its mate slapping against Noble all the harder as Luna's pecs bulged and bounced.

The last sane part of Noble wondered what the clench of climax was doing to the High Moon Rump.  Well, partially sane, and not for long.  If she'd been a wild thing before, now she was wildness, her six-foot-six body rapidly slamming itself against and over the invading mega-nipple.  Somewhere, this primal part of her, invoked and shaped and commanded by Luna Selene Solutae, found wherewithal to demand.

To demand to be filled.

"Let…"  Luna's voice trailed off into a gasp as the madmare that was her hoofmaiden seemed to be trying to fit her entire left ZZ-cup tit into her rapidly milk-bloating womb.  She shook her head, and lazily thumbed at Noble's horn, whinnying with lewd intent.  "Let it not be said I do not grant my priestess' heartfelt prayers!" she declared, and her hips flexed.

Just a little.  Only a small bit more than the gyration of the build-up or the shudder of climax.  An infinitesimal fraction of the immeasurable strength of the Moon Goddess.

It almost did force Noble's cunt to gape wide enough for Luna's whole areola and the flesh beneath to fit in.  Or perhaps she did manage to take all of that dark, sensitive surface in; Noble hoped so.

It was simply that the onrush of milk this time was so vast, and her body distended so far, that she went past blacking out and straight into dreams of raw and unrestricted pleasure.  Estimates, as a result, were somewhat off.

She was fairly certain that something on the ceiling ate her hornflare, and would later be concerned about that.  At the time, she didn't have the wherewithal to worry about anything.  To do or be anything other than fluid and foggy of mind herself, rushed away on the torrent of ecstasy granted by her goddess.





Noble woke up to her horn flaring again-- enough and repeatedly that the base was starting to ache with the occult flare.  Her ears were also a bit sore-- something kept slapping them?-- and her mane felt so sticky.  She grunted, and tried to move her head, but nothing doing; her horn was trapped somewhere moist and fleshy, her magic absorbed into the lining…

Of her goddess' pussy.  "Bless you, sweet hoofmaiden," groaned Luna.  "I still have need of release, and your unconscious form has proven only an acceptable substitute for the lover's tongue I need.  Just… mmm…  just a little more like this…"

Oh.  Noble thought, then let out a longer, audible, gasping, "Oh!" as her horn climaxed again.  Apparently, while she'd been unconscious, her impatient goddess had rolled her up around her massive milk-filled womb and stomach-- Plugged my poor, stretched twat with a dildo I can hardly feel save at the slit, she realized-- and had begun to hump Noble's horn as a kind of make-do.  A little side fuck while waiting for Noble to regain consciousness.

Guess that answers the question of whether or not it's safe for me to be elbows deep in her Dark O' Lusty Night later, Noble thought.  The idea that the Great Mother would permit the endangering of any foals, let alone her own, especially for mere pleasure, was blasphemous, and Noble tried to feel shame for even considering it.

Luna had no intention of permitting Noble to feel anything other than pleasure on her initiation night.

Noble shuddered as Luna seemed to somehow grab the magic with the inner walls of her sex.  Pulled it up and in as her shuddering folds managed to tighten to fit the thin spire as though it was a proper-sized cock.  How didn't matter; the why was Luna's will, Luna's desire, and that was all that Noble cared about.  The smug purr and groan of her goddess' climactic come-down was reward enough.

Luna stood up on her bed.  She had to hunch a bit; even the cavernous tower bedroom wasn't really made for a nine-foot-four alicorn to stand up on her Princess-sized bed.  It could have been used as the foundation for a normal pony's house, after all, but Luna seemed to overlay it all as she stood.

Estimations were still foggy.  Noble was staring up at the dripping pussy of her soul's ruler.  "Perfect," she whispered, even before the first drop of alicorn femmecum splattered on her face, leaving a quickening burst of sensation that outdid even the trance-milk facial from before.  She took every opportunity to memorize the dark, near-black folds as they clenched and quivered with the aftershocks of Luna's climax, the thick nub of the Holy Clit stiff and proud.  All of that gorgeous sex, crowned by the ethereal darkness of Luna's animated, spectral pubic mound…

Noble weakly brought a hand up to check on her cheek.  In between the splashes of divine arousal, she checked, and…

Yep, she told herself.  Why, this is Grammy's apparently eternally lucky grandfoal droolin' all over herself.  While staring up at Princessly Pussy like a complete addlepated twit, at that.

With that thought in mind, and the fearsome warmistress of Equestria giggling like a schoolfilly above her, Noble tried to move.  She really did.  Apparently, Luna had made good on her plans to multiply her poor womb's mass by factors of the rest of her body; she could do little more than slosh about on an ocean of the hypnotropic cream.

"Say it," Luna purred.

Noble's stunned mind-- rebooted with each drop of divine nectar-- only let her whimper, "Mistress?"

The resulting gush made it hard for her to hear through her own creaming cries, but she made out Luna's groan of delight and remonstrative words.  "Dear, dear hoofmaiden," Luna said, a vast wingtip coming down to tease at Noble's milk-and-honey stained chin, "As pleasing as that title is, I desire to have you a bit more… mmm.  Demonstrative of your appreciation for your goddess."

Two and two make four, yammerer, Noble told herself.  Please your princess!  Grunting, panting, struggling through the torturous drip of constant pleasure, she panted out, "Your pussy, mistress-- it's so beautiful.  Beautiful as your starry skies, beautiful as the dark of your new moon, beautiful as the brilliance of your moon in full."  Shuddering, wondering how far she was permitted, she rolled on her overfull stomach, trying to change position.  To even lurch up a bit to kiss at the mountainous thighs flexing lightly above her head.

Nothing.  She was trapped, stomach and sex so swollen on alicorn milk that even her hyper strength failed her; her body held her trapped.

So, then, words.  The sheer ecstasy of Luna's arousal-fluids on her skin was so penetrative that it was hard for Noble to even see through the pleasure.  Through the heat that she was sure was turning her as pink as the Goddess of Laughter.  Still, she had to try.

Her own pussy winking and twitching around the plugging dildo, Noble groaned, "Please, let me worship that beauty, mistress.  Goddess!  Lady of the Glorious Night, please, please let me taste you close.  Let your servant's tongue repay the kindness of claiming her.  Please, Mistress Luna, let me eat your pussy out!"

Silence, save for the continued drip.  Noble had long enough to wonder if she'd trespassed before her face was utterly overwhelmed, showered in the gush of Luna's miniclimax.

When the ringing in her ears stopped once more, the echo of Luna's wild war-cry of triumph, Noble moaned, and stretched.  Despite the distracting surge of sensation from her belly, she planted her knees against her own milk gut, and tried to use the distension effect to reach up for her mistress' still-clenching cunny.

Then Luna's voice was soft and subtle as a knife's edge.  "Call me Mistress Moon, my lovey," she ordered, and then her cobalt magic seized Noble, and she shifted to a growl.  "Well.  Call me that when I let you up for air, little tongue; for aye, that's the use of you I want now."

Noble couldn't tell just how she was oriented.  Not when she was trapped in the resulting tidal wave of hypnotropic sploosh that ruled her body out from her stomach and her cleft alike.  Besides, little things like how she was being held didn't matter.  What mattered was that those glorious, dark folds were within reach of her lips, of the tongue Mistress Moon had named her.

So she thrust her muzzle up to meet the lowering sex.  Enthusiasm for Mistress Moon, always enthusiasm.  Noble Cause would not permit the failure of a purely passive throne, no matter how glorious the seat on her face.  As quads that could easily hold a pair of lovers each closed in gentle prison around her head, Noble's lips were already against Mistress Moon's lower pair.  Her dextrous upper lip, deft as fingers, caressed the arousal-engorged labia, squeezing lightly while her tongue fluttered in.

The taste was paradise.  Noble could have died in that moment of wonder, of sweet honey and the tang of a dominant alicorn who desired her service.  But she lived to "suffer" many a little death, climaxing, shaking wildly within the immovable confines of those gigantically muscled thighs and that titanically potent magic.

Never did she stop her energetic laps and fondling kisses.  Tongue and lips worked in frantic frenzy over and within Luna's clenching cunny, worked up slowly along her labia.  Then, there, Noble sucked on Luna's clit, lips curling around it to stroke and beg for more alicorn orgasms, for more of the all-conquering spice and musk to be poured out over her.

Luna's grunts and gasps were quite audible to Noble, despite the solid prison of hyperdense flesh around her ears.  Attuned as she was, as full of her goddess' essence as she was, there was no message that she could not receive in that instant.  She learned Luna's pleasure eagerly, tongue's wriggle within dark wetness responding to those groans and cries of pleasure.  Her lip's cunning curl worked desperately at the giantess' clitty, pulling on it lightly-- as though anything else was possible, mortal to muscle goddess-- and she was rewarded in excess.

Those huge quadriceps tensed and shook with impossible power and incredible gentleness.  Noble's head was rocked around, her warm, ballooned stomach sloshed and jiggled, but no harm came to her.  Luna came, enthusiastically and with loud whinnies of pleasure, all over Noble's eagerly licking face.  Power was all around Noble, power and lust and care.

All the while, so long as she still had the mind and the awareness to do so, Noble drilled her long tongue deeply into Luna's sex, flicking and licking deeply within those clenching inner walls.  Her lip worked over stiff clit and soft hood alike, caressing and tugging in turns.  Some daring corner of her soul wondered, If the Lady is invulnerable, then perhaps…

Despite the constant, mindblowing sensation of her goddess' pheromones mixing with the mystical stimulation of Dreams' own milk, Noble still found herself… herself.  Loving, wanting to please more, willing to dare disapproval and trusting her, reached just a bit further to nip her goddess' invisible flesh-- right on that sensitive nub of the clitoris.

Noble was rewarded with a rain of Luna's climax and a torrent of her climactic splurt.  Luna's pussy almost yanked Noble's lower jaw up inside of her with the force of release.  Alicorn femmecum was poured down Noble's throat to mix with alicorn milk in her waiting belly.

Needless to say, Noble squealed and came her way into the arms of blissful unconsciousness.





Which, Noble realized as she felt her wrists being locked in place by shadowy vines, does not mean my Lady is done with me.

She looked down, to the extent that the shadows locking to her collar would permit.  Though she could still feel the vast tank of her well-filled stomach and womb, the bulge was entirely gone, leaving her F-Cups the largest swell out from her body.  The simultaneous sensation of her abs contracting in taut excitement and knowing that they had been stretched out smooth in the lactation ballooning was… new.

Smack.  Noble looked up, and swallowed heavily.  Luna's massive form stood high and proud, not too far away from her.  She was garbed as strange mix of modern dominatrix and hunting scout from her earlier life, leather and lace everywhere.  Her gloved hand had just smacked Noble's low-hanging right tit; a gentle swat, but definitely grabbing her attention.  As for the rest of her, Noble, utterly nude and tiny before the giant deity, was suspended with her torso leaning forward, arms manacled out and above her back.  A thick belt around her waist was chained to the floor, as were her spreader-bar braced ankles, leaving her with her ass held high, showing off her slit like a common street whorse.

The flagged tail was all her own, needing no restraint to keep showing off her dripping sex.

Luna smiled, almost benevolently, but Noble knew better now.  "I hope you didn't think you'd be resting in your sleep, my sweet Cause," Luna nickered.  The very room-- the dream chamber she'd lusted after on very, very damp nights-- shook with every footfall as Luna came closer, and closer.  "This is your initiation night, little priestess, little warmare, little love.  I shan't have it anything less than everything, nor shall I have less than your everything."  White teeth against navy lips flashed like a dragon's promise.  "No matter how deep into your Dream we must go.  No matter how deep into your soul I must take you."

Noble gave her everything willingly, and Luna gave her a new life, baptized in pleasure and crowned by the love of goddess and worshipper.

At long last, Noble had become one with her Cause.
> Chapter 3.5 - Interlude
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It was a good day.  No, it was a great day, and all the better because it was late afternoon and that meant it would be night again, soon, and that meant that this was the start of the first day of the rest of Noble Cause's life.  Her new life, in personal service, not just devotion and prayer, to her goddess, Luna Selene Solutae.

A lifetime of yearning up at the moon and night stars, repaid with incomparable blessing and the best sex ever.  Noble wriggled around in the seat of her office chair; apparently, from what Trixie said, this office hadn't even existed prior to the morning.  Luna had dreamed it up; not a receptionist's office, but an imposing, shadow-swept secretary slash guard room of the old style, complete with several of Luna's battle trophies that disguised the filing cabinets and other implements of Noble's less glamorous duty of tending to the Lady's business when she was not otherwise occupied.

The seats for guests were across the desk with its grim outcroppings that might have been maws and might have been in/out trays.  They apparently changed to fit the occupant, but how well they fit responded to Noble's mood, from what Trixie had said while inspecting the place.  Noble found that rather fitting.

The rack of throwing axes lovingly dreamforged just for me and placed behind my always-comfortable chair are a nice touch, Noble thought.

Dreamed it up, and brought it into existence, along with a comfortable little apartment attached to it and the apartments of the other scant few hoofmaidens the Lady had taken in the modern era, though Luna's dreamself had smugly promised that Noble would have little need of the bedroom for a while if she was willing to share with others, specifically…

Noble's mood soured briefly, but she resolutely forced herself not to think of the stallion-- barely more than a colt!-- she had privately decided to refer to as "the Lady's plaything" mentally (or to Trixie, whose sardonic personality was growing on Noble), or "the Lady's apprentice" out loud.  Instead, she artfully arranged her skirt to conceal her lack of panties, and squirmed her bare rear over the comfortable, smooth seat.  She still had a light sting from the swat that her Lady had sent her on her way to lessons with Trixie that was so delightful.

And then there was her belly.  Trembling, Noble stroked the slight bulge in her shirt.  Her usual six pack was returning, and instead of a full vision, all she got was a vague sense of future irritation and some strange synesthesia, but her stomach was still partially distended on her breakfast.  Her Lady had apologized for how rough She was likely to be while they were still sharing a dream, but Noble hadn't minded at all.

Not one fuckin' bit, she thought with a broad smirk.  Mind havin' Selene Solutae cram my yap to Her left teat and forcefeed me Her sacred milk until I'm fat as a merchant, then spank me and mumble a sweet nothin' in that delightfully gravelly half-asleep voice?  No, mind isn't the word Grammy's favorite grandchild would use…

There was a loud, yet somehow hesitant knock from high up the the door.  A brief resentment filled her, but Noble forced herself to start serene.  She could always bring out the basilisk gaze if it proved to be a member of the aristocracy or other useless appendage of society.  Looking around herself covertly, at the heavy, draping abstract tapestries in dark hues and whirling shapes, the night-blooming plants and the broken weaponry, from shattered minotaur labrys to a once-mighty dragon's horn, she decided that the ambiance would let her indulge a few of her more fillyish fantasies about a grand, dark tower.

Straightening up and squaring her broad shoulders, she put on her most serious face and glared at the door.  "You come unto the Sanctum of the Moon!  You may enter, but trifle not with the Lady's time!"  Oi.  That still sounds like I'm fourteen.  Goin' to have to work on that…

There was a silence, and Noble gleefully wondered if she'd scared off her first aristocratic twit.  Then came a deep voice she didn't recognize.  Deep, but young, and hesitant.  Noble narrowed her eyes as the voice said, "Er… is it okay if I just teleport in?  I have a passkey now…"

Noble's temper flared.  "Absolutely not!  If you've got the magic and learning to be wasting on random teleports, lad, you've got the age to be responsible.  If you're carrying too much, just open the door with your blasted horn!"

Silence again.  "Uh.  Okay."  Noble rolled her eyes, and just as she was about to snark again, the door opened to reveal… darkness?

Tartarus.  Not just darkness.  The damn Plaything.  Noble had a sudden sense of a crossbow's ring sight, narrowing on the Plaything's worried-looking muzzle.  The door was big enough for the Lady to pass through; even Her sister would only have to duck slightly.  Perhaps as a bit of pique at the current situation, the door, while wide, had been dreamed up so that Princess Celestia would have to squeeze and wriggle her great rack to get it past and into her sister's antechamber.

Noble glowered at the great lug.  Of course he's too broad in the shoulder, isn't he?  Couldn't just fit in like the rest of 'em.  Like the Lady!  Or Her Sister!  The Plaything is handsome enough to be the Lady's prize, she admitted as he knelt down a bit-- Fitting, ha!-- and pressed his heavily muscled torso around, carefully balancing a broad hand on…

"Hands off the tapestries, please, Lord Apprentice," Noble said with a smirk.  "They're new."  Trixie's actually right!  That defeated sigh does kind of make up for the Besmirchment.

His hand pressed on the floor as he ducked further down.  She did approve of the giant bicep and tricep pressing against black velvet, and of course that pretty, bulky-buff set of pecs.  Not enough tummy, though, the poor Lady shan't be able to rub his proper, she thought, looking at the flatness.  The quads-- Mm, okay, I am a fan of thighs after being on the Lady's broad set.  Yeah, fine, he's got some masculine beauty.  If only he wasn't… if he hadn't…

She let it lapse.  Not worth it.  She couldn't change the past, and if nothing else, his trespass was why she was here today.  Instead, she resolved to leer-- if subtly, like a stallion would notice-- at the beautiful sight.  Yeah, she told herself, watching the full height of him emerge.  At least having him around will be good scenery, and he is the Lady's trophy.

Obviously, of course, the Lady deserved to have the absolute best trophy husband, and as fiancees were measured in terms of looks, ten-foot-eight of raw stallion strength pressed into an elegantly tailored Rarity original black velvet suit certainly fit the majority of the bill.  Noble did find the matte black hide annoying; boring.  The Lady deserved better than boring, in even the smallest detail.

As Hopper stretched out, rolling ranges of peaks and pumped hardness bulging gorgeously, she wondered which of the goddesses would be best to approach to see about getting his hide dyed.  She pondered, I'm Her hoofmaiden, right?  And the Lady is his bossmare.  So-- that practically makes improving Her trophy a duty!





Shadow Hopper looked at the dragon-like grin on Luna's new hoofmaiden.  He felt sweat begin to form around his temples, and he didn't know why.

No, wait, he warned himself.  You know exactly why.  Luna has an active faith behind her, and most of them barely tolerate you.  And most of them have Trixie's sense of humor about it.

He smiled back, nervously, and hoped it would help.





If that gormless lug hoped a pretty smile would help… As his oversized (if nicely packed) rump passed through the inner door to the Lady's bedroom/disaster zone, Noble gritted her teeth together.  Fine, it looked nice, but he's still such a child!  She wouldn't say it out loud, and she refused to think about what sort of training he'd be doing with her Lady's sleeping form, but she definitely did not approve of 'cute' as a husband for her Lady.

She sighed.  "Not like She asked for my opinion," she muttered.  "And I'll bet Trixie was too obnoxious making the case."  She'd only known the High Priestess-- well.  Briefly.  The day before, and the Lady had…

Noble groaned, ears flicking wildly, and reached down to pull her skirt up.  Slowly, she told herself.  You're allowed, She said so, but slowly.  Keep control.  Her tail was already flagged, but even the Plaything showing up hadn't changed that; it had been that way since she'd been spanked on her way in that morning.

Noble's breasts heaved with each choking breath.  They were larger now-- had grown a cup size each while she nursed at the teat of the Moon, and she had no idea if that would be permanent or not.  At that, her nipples were so stiff she was surprised they didn't slice her shirt to shreds each time her pecs tensed and bulged.

The Lady had fucked her.  Pleasured every inch of her, and then demanded the same be repaid with worship upon Her.  Noble's head bobbed as though still sucking on the Lady's nipple-- or clit, or even just the perfect deep navy hide over perfect muscles.  The moment overwhelmed her, leaving her with only short, nearly hoarse gasps.

It was time to relieve some of that.  Eyelids clenched tight, she regulated her breathing as best she could.  This was… secure, wasn't it?  There was good soundproofing, and she'd locked the door.  She curled the skirt up around her waist, and, shuddering, slowly began to caress her already-soaked mound.

She wasn't entirely sure how Trixie Lulamoon managed to make an indelible impression of irritation amidst the grandeur of a divine deflowering.  The shudders intensified as Noble remembered-- remembered just that stare, and then… the scent, the passion.  Her trembling fingers began to squeeze and stroke at her puffy vulva, force of will alone keeping her from just diving to her clit at the thought of what her Lady had done to her.

It had driven almost every thought out of her head, the entire night alive in her memory with the power of her mistress-goddess' lovemaking.

A soft moan escaped the muscular mare's lips, and tingles of pleasure mixed with light flared along the length of her horn.  There.  Her deft fingertips shifted; she was done teasing herself.  Noble gently caught her clit between pointer and middle finger of her left hand, rolling the hardened nub slowly to start.

Warmth spread from her womb out, muscles tensing and bulging under her clothes-- especially bicep and tricep, standing out as though her Lady had hewn them from rock.  She certainly hewed pleasure from me! thought Noble, while soft whines and whimpers escaped her throat.  Swiftly, she brought her right fist up to her muzzle and shoved it between her teeth.

A rough imitation of the dream-spun ballgag that her goddess had brought her through in one inventive escapade.  Just like the steady heat rising between soaked, squirming thunder-thighs was only a rough imitation of the inventive touch of the Moon Goddess.

Everywhere.

She owned my soul from the moment I knew why the night sky called me, Noble thought dreamily, her fingers speeding over her clit.  Is there any part of my body-- any part of my mind-- she didn't own, thoroughly, last night?

None.   From the tips of her clenching toes to-- well.  The tip of her horn, and everywhere in between, Luna Selene Solutae had made full use of the time Noble had managed to stay awake.

Then she had made even fuller use of the time dilation of dreamstuff when she'd fucked Noble silly in her sleep.

"Ahhhh!"  Noble couldn't hold back any more.  Wriggling around in her seat-- the seat in the office she held for her Lady!-- she ripped her fist from her lips, just like memory and her energetic hand ripped a squeal from her throat.  Down, too, underneath the desk, stacked and ready for her goddess' business, Noble plunged two fingers in deep while she continued to work her clitty faster.

Noble's eyes rolled back into her head, cream-white cheeks flushing pinker.  Her fingers plunged faster, deeper, her tensing arms trapping her enlarged breasts together.  Her biceps bulged just lightly; most of the action was in her forearms, but it still just jiggled her.  She wondered if she even cared whether or not the enlargement was permanent.

As long as it didn't keep enlarging.  She did enjoy mobility from time to time.

Visions of Luna stalking around her as she'd been trapped in vines of shadow, or chained to lunar rock altars, or-- a million different visions of immobility reminded her that it wasn't all bad, being trapped at her goddesses’ command.

They almost took her over, too, her clit throbbing and her sex gushing, dampening her heavy quads and her comfortable chair alike.  Almost.  Noble had been told she could masturbate when alone, when she needed to.

Actually, she thought in between whimpers of suppressed, core-clenching need, I think I was not-quite-ordered to, but…  But orders or not, a love for going commando when tending the store or not, she still hadn't quite mixed her reverence and her orgasms, just yet.  For all her arousal's gush was already breaking in the chair, she couldn't entirely bring herself to the obscene completion.  Here, literally on the threshold of her Goddess.

As she let out a half-sad wail, and prepared to think about hoofball, a new, but deeply familiar, deeply intimate voice whispered in her ear.

The fact that the voice was half a moan would have been enough to finish Noble off, even if she still wasn't happy with the reason for that moan.  But what Luna whispered into her moonstruck worshiper's ear was all she'd need even in the future, when the proprieties of Daylight society tugged at her guilt-strings.

"But my sweet Cause," came the deep rumble of the lunar goddess, "This, too, is worship of me."

Noble came, screaming, squealing, head and horn thrown back  and tongue lolling out to the side of her cheek.  Her knees straightened, her toes clenched as hard as her still milk-stuffed core.  She came in memory of Luna.  She came in reverence of Luna.  She came in hopes of a future on her knees before a goddess-princess who would also demand she stand high and tall on her own two feet.

She climaxed, and knew her worship was accepted with love.


> Chapter 4
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"Now," asked Trixie Lulamoon, High Priestess of Luna Selene Solutae, "Are you absolutely sure you're up for a no-holds barred naked submission match with Trixie?"

Shouldn't I be askin' that? Noble Cause wondered.  The weight of her new position as Princess Luna's hoofmaiden, aide, and reverse wet-nurse still settled uneasily on her hefty shoulders.  With one broad hand gripping her own huge bicep, she also wondered why she was shivering and Trixie was standing there, calm and smug.

When Noble Cause came to the High Priestess' quarters, Trixie Lulamoon was already naked, except for her hat.  Proud and poised, with an agelessness that marked the direct and beloved servants of the alicorns, the smirk on Trixie's face made her seem more than merely "at home" with her heavy GG breasts.  The lush blue mammaries were proportionally larger than Noble's own hefty pair, easily bouncing forward with only the slightest, delicious hint of sag.

Trixie's body still showed the athleticism of a former travelling showmare, taut muscles on long, slinky legs, lithe arms and an easy, almost bouncy stance.  Oh, she had a pronounced curve to her tush and well-padded hips that were starting to accommodate to the passing of time.  Other than that, Trixie Lulamoon's time as Archmage of Illusions had left little but a glowing elegance to her still-lithe form.  She, at least, didn't seem to have the slightest problem with their goddess' preference to have her worshipers naked at all times.

Barring the hat, of course.

For her part, Noble was not yet comfortable with this aspect of her new life.  Sure, she went without underwear easily enough.  That was nothing new, a delicious thrill she'd indulged herself in for a long time.  It wasn't like she was wearing much now, either.  Not even her tee and skirt, just a navy blue, sheer wrap that clung to every chiseled muscle it touched-- to every contour of her cream-colored hide, to every curve.  It barely concealed her sex, and the thought of that made her wet.

Not to mention I'm thinkin' that a blindfolded mare could see how stiff my nips are, Noble thought.  Her face stayed flushed, so she concentrated on her advantages.  On her advantages, and not being put off by the widening grin on Trixie Lulamoon's blue face.

She towered a full foot over the normal mare in the first place.  And while Trixie was, of course, quite possibly the best mortal illusionist, Noble knew herself to be strong-willed.  Strong enough for her Goddess' purposes.  That gave her a handy edge, and of course, she had quite a number of counterspells for illusions in general.  No shopkeeper in a primarily unicorn city could afford to be too ignorant of the games conmares played, after all.  When you added the reach advantage to that, and the fact that Noble's fireplug form could have fit two Trixies within her shoulder breadth, Noble just couldn't see why Trixie was so confident that her magic could overcome Noble's hyper might.

Feeling better about her chances, she swallowed heavily, frowned, and took a wide, ready stance.  Planting her heavy fists on her broad hips, Noble managed to say, "I might be askin' you the same, High Priestess.  Unless you brought a friend to tag in?"

Boom.  The smirk… got smirkier.  Not so boom.  Trixie's eyes glittered with an almost hateful amusement, deep in the grayish purple of her irises.  She smirked and replied, "What makes you think Trixie has any friends down in your weight class, pudgebutt?  Powerwise, I mean.  Not pounds."  

As Noble spluttered, Trixie tapped her fingers against the taut curve of one hip.  Considering the question, she pondered aloud, "There's Starlight Glimmer, of course, but shi's bigger than both of us put together, not to mention shi makes even the Great and Powerful Trixie's magic look second-place.  And mistress, of course, but that would be thrice-thrice again as unfair."

Noble snorted.  Trixie was definitely putting on a show, and resuming her third person speech patterns was the least of it.  She kept her muzzle high, tossing the striped waves of her silky mane about, the forward curl almost gesturing for Noble to "bring it."  Don't let the bi- High Priestess get you off your game, filly! she warned herself.

Putting on a show and putting on her A-game when it came to driving ponies mad, at that.  Just before Noble could retort, Trixie waved a hand in her direction.  The arrogant archmage cut Noble off with just a sniff.  "No," Trixie said, dismissing her hyper opponent's 'threat,' "Trixie has no need of assistance to put an oversized lunk like you on her knees-- where you belong.  Think of it as training for our Mistress, my new cult-sister!"

Eyes narrowing, potent fists tightening, Noble almost charged forward.  She hadn't even pushed off when the violet glow of Trixie's magic shoved her back painfully.  Not that it was a hard shove, but the smirking archmage had slammed a telekinetic slab of force right across Noble's tits.  "Bitch!" Noble cried out as the door closed behind her, her temper claiming precedence over propriety and caution.

Shaking a snooty forefinger, Trixie clicked her tongue against her teeth and said, "Ah-ah-ah!  Naked match.  And we need to discuss terms-- no holds barred within the Lady's rules is what I offered, though I am surprised a newbie like you would volunteer to be Trixie's fucktoy."  Noble gritted her teeth and braced herself against the wall.  Again, before Noble could even breathe a word about competition, Trixie just went on, rambling over her.  "Can't really call you a lightweight.  You hyper mares.  Almost as muscle-minded as stallions.  No finesse, no control."

Trixie gave a condescending coo.  "You could just surrender now, pretty pudgy," she told Noble.  "Trixie will control you good.  You'll even be thanking the Stunning and Mind-Blowing Trixie for putting you on your knees-- if Trixie leaves you capable of speech, that is!"

Was it possible for a laugh to double as two raised middle fingers?  Noble wasn't sure it should be, but Trixie's dismissive chortle was giving it a good go.  Swiftly pulling off her clothes and hurling them to the side, she snarled at the smaller unicorn, "Fuck you and fuck surrender; I said no limits and I meant it.  We go now."

"No limits is against Mistress' orders," Trixie said bluntly.  "Are you as dense as your thighs?  Even the stallions know we swear to Her limits.  I may break your mind, but I will put the pieces back together.  I may leave you sobbing, but I will tend to you afterwards.  And if you safeword proper, it's over."  Noble just snarled, and Trixie glared.

Getting control of herself, Noble nodded.  "Fine.  No magic that harms the soul; no injury that cannot be healed, and restraint away from that as best we can.  Other than that no limits and my granny's favorite grandchild will enjoy kickin' your rear end straight to the Lady's moon!"

Trixie waited, expectantly.

Noble wasn't sure what the arrogant cunt was waiting on, but she refused to be intimidated.  She kept herself in place, breathing in measured, controlled increments, and waited right back at Trixie.  Even if her nips were starting to get kind of itchy.

"Well?" Trixie huffed, her fat Gs bouncing.

"Well what?"

The Great and Powerful Trixie rolled her eyes at Noble, and made a dramatic sigh.  "Is it diet?"

"... Huh?"

"Your safeword, pudgy.  Is it diet?"  Trixie clapped her hands together and bounced her heels.  Wobbling, almost hypnotic jiggles followed from her soft, slightly droopy rack, while her hat twitched around like some manic bat's claw.  "Ooh, I bet it is.  Diet, and then moderation for your caution!"

Bam.  Noble almost lurched forward, but held herself back.  The effort rippled through her chiseled frame.  The clash of discipline and wrath caused muscles to bulge and tendons to tense, bulking out so hard her heavy Fs actually flounced up towards Trixie.  "No!" Noble snarled, her fingers clenching into huge fists.

Unfortunately, the only reaction Trixie had was… to reach down to her neatly groomed mound.  Agile blue fingers stroked the archmage's stiff clit.  She even had the nerve to moan a bit and lick her lips from side to side.  Trixie's form had a smooth comfort to it, a casual horniness to each stroke and every self-caress.  Even the dance of her fingers within her dewy mound just came off as… relaxed.

"Oh, don't mind Trixie, sweetie," she said, waving her free hand at Noble.  "The Great and Powerful Trixie is just enjoying the pretty pre-show you're putting on, just for her!  But do tell your safewords.  I do need to know if my breaking is a bit too much for you!"

Wordless, Noble spluttered and growled and whinnied.  She couldn't seem to form a coherent thought, much less answer Trixie's unstoppable irritation.

Rolling her eyes-- and rolling her throbbing clitty between two eager fingers in swift, happy motions-- Trixie moaned, then shrugged.  Masturbating all the while, she said, "Fine.  Trixe will go first, stupid hyper."  She grunted a bit as her little mare in the boat sent a particularly good signal northward, and her forefinger and middle began a rewarding series of light, swift flicks.

"If you somehow hear Trixie yell, 'Mediocrity,' it will mean you have managed to irritate Trixie enough we should slow down," she told Noble, then bit her lip, groaning and rutting her hips forward against her hand before continuing.  "If in some strange fluctuation of a cruel and uncaring universe, you manage to panic the Great and Magnificent Trixie, she will deign to scream 9-2-5 like a little filly until we stop and sure then you can kinda have a win, but who believes such nonsense in days like these?"

Eventually, Noble just couldn't take it any more.  She wanted to fight so badly it made her horn ache.  But she would never trespass against the Lady's Laws!

Not even to squish this fuckin' jumped-up broodie like the bug she is! she reminded herself, then grunted, "Asimoov.  For safe.  Caution's Jacques."  She didn't trust herself to speak further.

Letting out a long, trembling moan of completion, Trixie shamelessly stroked one finger into her moist lips below, then brought her honey up to her muzzle for a taste.  Clearly enjoying herself, she curled her tongue gracefully against the finger, then shrugged.  "Would have thought you'd be all about the cows, tubby, and not yelp them in fear," she noted, then smirked.  "Ooh, did one steal your favorite pie?"

"TRIXIE!" roared Noble.  "Do we start, or are you trying to make me surrender just to get you to shut up?"

"Don't be stupider than normal, Noble," Trixie said calmly.  "If you surrendered, the Great and Thesaurus-Taming Trixie would be sure to re-enumerate your faults in grand form while she turned you into a squealing, pleasure-broken slut.  Well, turned you into more of one.  You're even dripping while Trixie describes your fate."

Noble's eyes bugged out and massive expansion pumped through her potent muscles once again.  Before she could say anything, Trixie smiled broader.  "As for our little… contest," the smaller mare said, "Let us begin."

"Fine!" growled Noble, and decided to subvert Trixie's expectations.  Instead of a physical attack, she'd show the bitch what her magic could do.  She concentrated on her horn and…





Nothing.  The same nothing as always.  Fuck, Noble thought as she squirmed against the leather straps of her harness.  The thick leather crisscrossed her from heavy collar, down forcing her cleavage into a heavy divide before circling her torso just beneath.  It never fit right; the top of the leather always grated against the base of her well-beaten, worn tits.  Another strap went down, meeting the thick waistband that had the anchors for her wristcuffs and the tie for her tail-rings.  Below, of course, her stuffed twat and further overfilled asshole were "protected" by O-ring brackets around the base of her bitpurse plugs.  Why do I even--

The thought was cut short as her already abused ass was slapped harder.  "Trixie knows that Common Whorse didn't try to use her magic again, right?" snarled her handler.  "If you give yourself a headache fighting the restriction ring again, Trixie will add it to your debt."

Noble whimpered.  Her debt.  She owed the Lady so much, and…  Her mind shied away from it.  She was grateful to her handler, though.  The magic over her cutie marks kept her identity partially sequestered-- the marks were imprinted with her handler's or her jane's, as was proper for a public-rent slut like… slut like… 

Her head ached, and this time, her handler had no mercy.  The piercings through Noble's rings and clit lit up with heat, searing her.  She tried to close her thighs as much as the spreader bar would let her, but it was impossible.  Her plugged cunt ached, the labia engorging around the harnessed dildo keeping her sealed until someone wanted a use out of her.  To her utter shame, her close-cropped tail flagged.  The seven rings up from her tailbase meant her well-enema'd anus was on display all the time anyway.  The slutty, naughty thing clenched around its plug like she could somehow please it enough to gain release.

The point was, her tail didn't have much range of motion as a result, but the shame was there, burning deep red through her white hide.

Public-rent sluts… like me... get used to the pain, she remembered.  When your cunt and your tits are used to remind you that you fucked up, you start to crave them.  Will I even be able to live without them when… if… I get out of this?

"Fucking hell, Whorse," grumped Trixie.  "You're wasting time to even earn your feed and bunk for the day, let alone get ahead on your debt.  Stop juicing and start wriggling.  You don't want the Grand and Pimping Trixie to have to put a purchase of a nerve nullifier on your slate, do you?"

No.  Lady Moon, no, please! was all Noble could think.  A nullifier for her pleasure nerves would be another five years.  Five more years servicing needy mistresses and if she was unlucky, stupid studs before she'd even be kicked out on the streets.  Thankfully, fear and long repetition gave her the instincts of a good public brooder.  She lowered her bound torso forward, pushed her head back as high as the thick collar on her neck would permit, and bent at the knees.  The ready position.

Her current handler had taken her on as a pity case.  Trixie Lulamoon, of course, could have bought her contract and just handed it off to one of her many adoring servants.  Somehow, she'd seen something in Noble's flabby ass-- so flabby-- and she'd tried to make a decent prostitute out of her.

Something Noble had failed to live up to, again and again.  It was degrading; and worse, it was an embarrassment to her handler and her Lady both.

It was perhaps only that the Grand and Pimping Trixie did not like failure that she was even still trying with Noble Cause, renamed Common Whorse for the duration of her indenture.  An elegant, noble arm rolled out in a superbly amazing gesture, wondrously simple, and her pussy-watering fingers seized Noble's reins.  A flash of perfect, flawless magic, and Noble's blinkers cleared out the world from distractions.  She saw her handler's ass move in perfect, delicious, forever-beyond-her-reach strut, and followed it.

This was her life now.  Stumbling on a spreader bar and pulled by a leash alongside a mare far more beautiful and talented than herself.  She'd failed so hard at everything else; she was so grateful to the Grand and Pimping Trixie for just another chance…

She hadn't had a customer for more than a quick rimming in days.  Word was getting around.

The beautiful rump stopped moving, and obediently, Noble stopped as well.  She practiced holding her ball gag carefully, knowing that the teething on it would be measured.  Her handler had to know if she could take a tit like a good slut, or if she was only good for horrible, dirty, humiliating work like sucking on stallion nut.

"The Grand and Pimping Trixie has an offer for you, loyal servant of the Great Queen Luna!" came Trixie's familiar pitch.  Noble was inured to it now.  Even with the Wise and Cunning Trixie offering her at a third market price, it didn't matter.  She just hoped someone would want to fuck her useless body soon.

The remnant heat in her poor clit told her how unlikely this would be.

A familiar voice.  "This the same meat you had last week, Trix?" asked the lovely, charming lilt of Moonbat, a member of the Royal Guard.  Cute, short mane, perky striped tail over Guard-quality toned cheeks that Noble remembered well.  She couldn't see any of it, but Noble fantasized about the dark hide she'd loved to worship and a moon-in-shield cutie mark she'd become quite familiar with for what Noble had hoped was a good price.

Not personally reporting to the Wonderful Queen of All Equestria, of course.  Moonie was nonetheless high enough in the ranks that she'd been able to afford taking Noble home last week.  She'd serviced Moonbat in an actual bed, rather than the straw or back alley she deserved!

"Er…"  Trixie hedged.  "Can we really be said to be the same, with the passing of time…"

Kindness from the guard tinged her voice, but Noble's heart dropped as Moonie said, "I'm sorry, she's just… I mean, I'd get a stallion if I wanted all that klutziness.  She's so messy!"  Trixie tried to argue, but all the generous mare did was sigh, shake her head, and put a half-bit into the slot in Noble's butt plug.

Moonie's voice was gentle, but final.  "Call it a tip for a look," she told Trixie.  "I do like all that extra padding and jiggle on a mare, but I can't blow my salary-- no, even at a quarter of market-- and not get something from it."  The guard's athletic form swung into Noble's restricted view, and Noble lowered her eyes appropriately.  She'd kiss Moonie's well-used boots for just a little more-- for anything!

"Aw, honey," Moonie said softly.  "So squirmy, even if you were useless."  She gently took the ring on Noble's collar and pulled her up, before putting another half-bit coin into the ball gag's slot.  "There.  A bit of jingle, and you might get a customer!"  She paused.  "Try a stallion, they'll fuck anything."

That was the best all day.  Unfortunately, Moonie's final prediction hadn't proven entirely true with her fellow guard, Lieutenant Stone Bola.  The few mares Trixie had tried along the way had no time for a known klutztongue.  Noble of course knew that pussy was superior, but she would… her pride… her pride had been broken years ago.

She knew it.  She had to.

In any event, Stone Bola was a fellow hyper, a huge, green-eyed pegasus who also worked for Her Gracious Majesty, if at a remove, primarily coordinating with the Adequately Amazing In Her Own Way Sister of the Moon, She Who Is Important For Food-Growing.

Noble's poor brain ached worse as Trixie tried to rent her to Stone Bola.  It started okay, at first; he paid for a show and a cleaning.  It was perverse, and Trixie didn't really watch, but Noble had done her best, really! 

The ballgag was removed from her mouth, and she'd knelt.  Her blinders were pushed back a bit by her handler; it helped a stupid slut like Common Whorse focus, but she needed to get up close and personal with filthy stallion bits now.  Her hefty frame shook the floor a bit, but that left her leather-bound tits wobbling for Stone Bola's approval, and what stallion wasn't obsessed with knockers?  None of them.  She squeezed her broad shoulders, twitched her fat hips, and kept them rocking for him as he sprinkled coins into Trixie's hands.  "I guess I could use a footbath," he rumbled.

The perversity.

She obeyed, of course.  Her handler would have pointed things out if she hadn't been paid right.  Curving her body as seductively as she could manage, swaying side to side, she tensed and rippled her abs  in a sinuous show, just for him.  Trixie definitely didn't want to see what came next.

Noble's thick arms were strapped to her sides-- why would Stone Bola bother to pay for hands he wasn't sure were good enough for even dick yet?  She held herself proudly in place, even when she bent over double when the calloused stallion's foot was before her.  Unlike Trixie, while Noble preferred females, even before her indenture, she'd been A-OK with studs.  Fellating his toes was kind of like getting to suck cock, in a pathetic way.

She needed pathetic.  It paid.

And it was a kind of pleasure an indentured broodie like Common Whorse was permitted to enjoy.  Despite their spread, her thighs were thick with marehoney, her pussy clenching around emptiness that should have been the dick she wasn't permitted to have with each stroke of her tongue across the free pony's foot.  She was nothing, after all.  Nothing at all.  Being permitted this taste of her own humiliation was so hot it made her sweat, and she had to desperately, clumsily lick her own sweat from the stud's hide.

Too much failu-- failure to… failure to what?

Her headache returned, and she stopped licking.  Disaster.

A lieutenant's salary could have her servicing a, well, an adequate hyper cock in the guard's lunchroom easily.  But the lieutenant just sighed.  "Distractible meat, Grand and Pimping Trixie?" he asked, and gave a final clink in the jar.  Then he just walked away, zipping up, and taking her chance to get ahead with him.

A harsh hiss and snort were her only warning to flag her stubbed tail and raise her rump high.  She needed to be in a good position when her handler took a cane to her backside, or she'd get extra stripes.  Trixie gave her flabby ass and thunder thighs the full zebra.  Noble yelped once, then the gag was magicked back in, the back straps pulling roughly behind her thick skull. Then, patience with Noble's nonsense clearly gone, Trixie snarled, "Some part of you is still fighting this!  Stop!  You're wasting the Grand and Pimping Trixie's time!"

Huffing, she stomped off, yanking on the leash hard.  Somehow, despite the spreader shoving Noble's thick, and fine, kinda curvy and squeezable legs apart, she managed to struggle to her feet and follow before the collar's punishment struck.

The rest of the day was mostly a blur, and not just because of the blinders.  At most, she'd get some pity bits for humiliating herself-- one pervy nerd had eating quesadillas off her upraised ass, and Trixie hadn't bothered to keep the hot cheese from running over Noble's cutie mark-- but no sex.  None of the real cash she needed, just to keep from failing further.  Falling further.

And she wanted the sex, bad.  Not just because she was a public use Common Whorse.  A (supposed) funds-gathering tool rather than the debtors' prison Noble belonged in after failing Her Majesty so badly.  No, because she had grown to like it.  Wanted it.  Needed it.  Had to have it.

Even some dick would do now.  However, as she followed the Lovely and Curvaceous blue butt in front of her, a little voice inside of her kept remind her that she could sell the second level of her contract to the Benevolent and Merciful Trixie.  Pussy was what Noble Cause really wanted to service, horrible tonguework or not.  The best mortal pussy in the whole of Equestria, nay, of Epona was right there, concealed from her by a fetching if kinda blingy pair of pants, and a gorgeously well-taken care of tail.

All she had to do was surrender.  Give up any hope of being a free mare again, of even trying to worm her way up from the bottom of society.  No more debts, no more public risks-- the Grand and Sexalicious Trixie's personal fucktoy certainly couldn't be mixing it up with other mares, let alone stupid stallions!  No, Noble might be screwed on top of the Great and Powerful Trixie's Great and Amazing mansion, for all Canterlot to see, but she would be fucked by the Great and Powerful Trixie alone.

Wasn't that better?  Wasn't that the sort of use Noble didn't just need, but would be so far a reward above her station as to be a blessing?

Noble's head ached so badly now.  She didn't even see her potential customers as more than a the same blur as the ones who didn't even look at her now, all running together.  Rejection after rejection, voices that she knew turned from familiarity to contempt.

"... and so, because the frankly Tired and Sick of this Shit Trixie is starting to think that even she can't cure failure this badly…" Trixie's voice penetrated Noble's malaise, and another voice she was sure she knew, sure she could put so much trust in, responded.

"Are you absolutely sure, Trix?" asked a lilting, but edged voice.  Hard fingers grabbed her right bicep from the side, squeezed.  If she'd been any use, she would have been too hardbody for that to hurt.  It did; she knew her flabby biceps would be bruised-- without even a bit to pay for it.  "I've seen all sorts of crazy nonsense, but she's like a fake hyper, right?  Does she even stretch?  Or is it all for show?"

Keyan.  She couldn't see him, but she knew the voice.  Barely deeper than a regular mare's voice, with a soft curl to it that made her shiver.  Surely… she thought, hoped springing all of a sudden.  He's-- yes, he, despite that soft voice and the marelike softness of his curves, a he-- done me favors before, surely he'll rent me for the night, surely this won't be a wasted day...

Trixie snorted.  "The slug eats like a hyper," she retorted.

Hope grew cold as she could hear Keyan's eyes rolling as he said, "Oh, come on, Trix.  I can see she eats like a hyper-- or a minotaur-- but that's because I can see all the flab around the edges! She's so out of shape she makes a court colttoy look like a lifter!  I don't want to throatswab her and then get damaging government property on my record!"

No, Noble thought.  Wailed in her aching mind.  She couldn't help herself, she whined pathetically and surged hopefully towards him.  A swift swish and a harsh thwack of Trixie's cane across her ass sent her fumbling, and… And Keyan laughed?

Something's screwy, a quiet part of Noble's mind said.  And it ain't just me…  She struggled to pay attention to that quiet inner voice, no matter how much it made the rest of her head ache

The laugh was harsh, almost guttural.  And deep.  Like a stallion's.  Her ears kept telling her Keyan; her memory kept saying, Huh?

A kick from a dainty-yet-strong foot hit her in the side.  It sent Noble tumbling over, and Trixie growled, "Hey!  Paws off the merchandise, bub!"

"Oh, hush it," Keyan said, a liquid, sinuous whip in his soft, once-more high-pitched voice.  Fear and hope and lust merged in Noble's head.  Before the Brilliant and Well-Educated Trixie could give Keyan a just tongue-lashing, and not the fun kind, the slinky femcolt tossed her a moderately sized bit bag.  "Just take out what she's worth."

Open-ended, she realized, her head pounding so hard it felt like it was going to split open.  He can do what he wants, and th-th-th Trixie isn't bothering to set new limits on him.

A pretty pair of fishnet-stockinged legs straddled across her.  Keyan wasn't wearing much else below the belt; a little miniskirt stretched by his broad, soft hips so far it was almost a belt; a negligently tied cocksleeve poked down out of it into the stockings of his left leg, tucked against a plush, curvy thigh otherwise like its neighbor.  Thick thighs and thick tool jiggled with every little motion, and he was sure to show off each one.

Below, a pair of stiletto shoes, each of which had its slight black toes glyphed with the diamond-imprint of his court matron, the Somewhat Capable Duchess Rarity kept his calves up from below, a broodmare's heft keeping his fat, juicy ass perky under his twitching red tail.  No underwear, of course.  Noble had never known him to… wait…

Her head ached again, and not just because of the confusing mix of broodmare-like lushness and the bulging femcolt dick.  Which… a very odd, unfamiliar voice in her head was saying was naturally icky?  What the fuck? wondered Noble before the headache surged and all she could do was stare at her customer.

Above the waist, all she could see was a grey hoodie for the most part over a slender torso and delicate-looking arms, though it was unzipped enough for her to see a mesh shirt over a toned, athletic chest.  The hood was over his head, pushing a few red bangs forward around the base of his golden-orange horn, and the smirk on his lips was terrifying to Noble.

"Well, let's just see what we've got," he said coldly, squatting down and casually clenching her poor F-cups between his thighs.  She felt the throb of his currently-bound tool to the left as he used her like a seat.  He flexed a bit, lithe strength clutching her cruelly.  He didn't stop there; long, thin fingers seized her muzzle with surprising strength.  He put the ball gag off to the side after popping it from her lips and ordered, "Tongue."

Resigned to her fate, Noble extended her tongue.  She wasn't surprised when he snorted, "Really?  Really Trix?  This is what you're trying to turn here?"  He shrugged, and gave her breasts a harsher squeeze with his plump thighs-- fat and curvy and looking like they should be bearing foals rather than helping them plant them in someone's belly-- before rising and turning around.  "Still...  I haven't cum in like an hour."

That felt off, but Noble couldn't quite place it.  With a fillyish giggle, Keyan literally walked all over her, sinking toe and heels into her belly and her broad chest just in front of her boobs as he turned around and began to lift his mini away from his exquisitely curved hind end.  The pain rocketed through her.  As did a fresh wave of shame as her pussy tried to convince her that the sensation was just as good as a lover's caress.

He slowly tugged his left fishnets down, and let his already stiffening stallionhood out with a languid sigh.  Keyan shrugged, and added, "If your merch can rim me off even once, I'll keep paying to take her down into that conveniently filthy alley and use her for a bit.  Give her a real pot belly full of my cum, you know?"

Noble should have been depressed by that, even though something in her was yelling, That's turning you on even if it's icky stallion cock!  At least it's femcolt dick!  She should have been humiliated.  Ready to surrender.  But as Keyan's plump tush came into view, she recognized his cutey mark.

And it wasn't his encircled quill and canoe, either.

It was a wand.  A wand with a star on the top, and a ribbon-like crescent of lighter blue and stars.

In short, FUCKING TRIXIE LULAMOON'S MARK!

The illusion shattered.
> Chapter 5
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Noble was still naked-- but really naked.  Her amazonian, broad form had not a stitch over soft curve nor hard muscle, let alone harsh leather straps putting her on display like a Saturday Night Special at the Clocktower Club.  Her biceps were fine, thank you very much; her breasts their proper shapeliness, her belly as sturdy and ripped as ever.

No piercings.  No flab.  No ring on the horn.  No failure! she snarled internally, her vision nearly going red with wrath.  And there, chortling, not even sweating-- still fucking masturbating!-- stood the source of her suffering.  Trixie.  Fucking.  Lulamoon.

Noble's eyes flared with anger.  "I thought you were actually pimping me on the str-- those were some of my customers!" she roared at the smaller unicorn.  Moonie and Stone Bola were regulars.  She could count on them in a pinch-- had held their birthday parties in her store!  As for Keyan-- he'd done free signings of his travelogues whenever he was in Canterlot!  Friends and customers for her real job.  Not… not…

Trixie's smirk beneath her hat was almost more enraging than the illusion itself.  Of course the bitch is keepin' her hat on, Noble thought.  Nude match, my sweet fanny!

"Of course I did," Trixie said, calm and remaining in the first person.  "You really are quite the proud one."  Her teeth flashed white, and Noble's vision flashed red.  "I love breaking the proud ones."

Noble forgot that this was a scene, that it was play.  That hyper temper flared up in her, as did the power in her taut, well-built amazonian muscles.  Abs clenching and hips twisting, she made a whistling strike with her left fist, a fast slug that had taken out guardsponies and visiting griffons alike.  Just the pushy ones, but Trixie had pushed her last button.

And not in the fun way.

The still mostly lithe, but somewhat pudgy form in front of her couldn't be expected to handle that.  Not only not a hyper, she'd always been an acrobat, and while Noble knew that was a kind of strength, it wasn't the warrior's strength.  Curse me, I'm about to break the high priestess' jaw! was her last thought before the meathammer of her fist connected.

With Trixie's palm.  Moving her not at all.  Any remorse in Noble was wiped out in a second as Trixie gave a smug giggle.  Not the haughty laugh of a triumphant gloater, but somehow worse: a bemused chuckle.  Then everything got so much worse.  Trixie stopped masturbating, and started sucking on her femmejuice-stained fingertips again.  Still holding fast-- and then it got worse again.  The blue fingers clenched over Noble's much larger fist, and Noble yelped in pain as incredible force, nigh bone-breaking, was exerted.

As the "little" archmage twisted, and Noble fell towards the floor, Trixie's smirk grew wider.  "I told you, girl," Trixie said hungrily, licking her lips.  "I like breaking the proud ones.  You're in my magic, now; all of you, not just your sight and hearing.  I own your touch, your kinesthetic sense-- everything."  She smiled thinly.  "I can make you weak, girl."

Then she laughed, this time a belly-shaking, boob-bouncing gloat, and she tossed the much bigger Noble to the ground with a backhanded heave.  "Oh, wait!" Trixie exclaimed.  "I already have."

Staggering to her feet, Noble grunted, "Never.  Fuckin' never, bitch.  It's all illusions, and I broke that before!"  It took longer than usual to get herself centered; her hips felt… strange.  "Th' fuck?" she muttered, and looked down at her thighs.

It was a mistake, twice over.

To Noble's horror, she noticed that her thighs look like they had shrunk.  Thick, chiseled thunder thighs had become a mere toned toughness.  Even her calves below looked smaller!  To make matters worse yet again, she noticed this just a second before she found out that the appearance seemed to match reality.  Just before the no longer so tiny balled up fist of Trixie Lulamoon slammed into Noble's… four pack? and sent her flying back towards the wall with a sickening crunch.

"Is it?  Can you?" laughed Trixie.  As Noble pushed herself back up along the wall, she looked over her opponent, willing the sight to be untrue.

It didn't work.  Gone was the soft athleticism of a former showmare rocking a desk job.  No taller than before, Trixie abruptly bulged, huge muscles pumping out everywhere.  From her thick, corded neck, to her blossomingly broad shoulders, along treetrunk arms and mountainous legs-- everywhere, absolutely everywhere, Trixie wasn't just all the strength Noble was lacking-- she was more than Noble had ever been.

And Noble was losing ground.  As Trixie planted her huge feet in long, floor-shaking swings, one after another, Noble had the horrifying sensation of weakness.  Of loss.  Trixie kept coming, hips swinging as though their mutual goddess was inspecting her behind.  Trembling from more than the footquakes, Noble hugged herself-- and cried out in shock.  Her arms-- thinned.  Her thighs turned to flab, and her belly to a soft squish.  Each of it getting worse with every casual slam of Trixie's feet.

With every strut of her growing thighs.  "See, loser, the Great and Powerful Trixie is the total package," Trixie gloated.  "By unparalleled mastery of magic, not only is the Wondrous and Triumphant Trixie able to make stupid musclebrained bitches weak, she is able to add their pathetic strength to her glorious whole!"

The long string of Trixie's laughter, "Ohohohohohohohohohohohoho!" for what felt like minutes, came off as a bit much.  Noble took advantage of the moment to get back on her feet, blushing at more than just her sudden weakness.

A blue arm curled up, swelling out massive bicep, bigger than Noble's prior best in unflinchingly absolute terms.  She tilted her wrist back, palm up and thumb against the center while her fingers cascaded back.  Stroking her other hand across the vascular expanse as though revealing a once-vanished pigeon to an adoring audience, Trixie let out a horrendous, evil cackle.  "Do you think you're the first slut stupid enough to challenge Trixie?  To fight against her greatness?"  Her eyes flared wide with lust and smug hunger.  The rippling musculature quivered with a pleasured vibration, and Trixie licked her lips as though she tasted victory and pussy already.  "You're mine now, girl."

Shaking her head, Noble set her jaw and her will against it, disbelieving with all her heart.  "Manure," she cursed at Trixie.  "This is an illusion.  You said it yourself-- kinesthetics.  I'm still stronger, I just have to break free!"  She could feel her body.  Sure, it was heavy curves more than unlimited strength now, but it was there!  The sense that her limbs could barely support themselves… Has to be a trick, she told herself.

Has to be.

Trixie flirted her tail from side to side and  smirked casually.  Still holding her massive peak out in sculpted display, she sneered.  "Pump your wimpy little thing out, broody," Trixie commanded.  "Put all of your so-called strength into it.  Flog out all the little remnants I left you to be able to breath.  See if you can make yourself believe that this is still illusion-- and that you're not… just… weak."

"Fine!" Noble yelled back.  It wasn't really a roar any more; her suddenly sagging chest didn't seem to have more than a harsh whinny to it.  She pulled up her left arm to match Trixie's still-clenched right.  "Guns!  Out!"  With that, Noble balled her hand into the fist she wanted to shove into Trixie's sneering faced, and flexed as hard as she could.

Trixie giggled.  Her huge peak lost a bit of flexion as she was distracted, but she snorted down a chuckle, and flexed hard again.  In clear invitation she made that showpony-demonstrating-the-prize wave of her hand, pointing to the oversized blue bicep, in a beautiful state of utter domination.  Then she started laughing again as she pointed at Noble's white… uh.. gun?

It wasn't that Noble had nothing to show.  An illusion might just conceal down to an untensed smoothness, after all.  What she got was horribly worse.  There was a little bit of bulge, displaying a thin bit of hide.  She'd seen sixteen year old nerds trying impress each other in her store that could do better.  Even the tremble along her forearm-- and the burning sensation from trying to hold it-- was a horrendously real-seeming reaction.  As though Trixie had swallowed her strength whole.

Trixie, Noble reminded herself, shivering.  The now-megazonian mare, still five-foot-six but now even more of a packed powerhouse than Noble had ever been, was just standing there.  Holding a beautiful, gigantic posed peak from her arm that could have contained four of Noble's pathetic pump.

Four? Noble whimpered internally.  I'm not sure I shouldn't mean eight!  She just kept looking back and forth from arm to arm until Trixie had pity on her, and slapped Noble's arm down to her side.  A flirty smile crossed Trixie's blue lips, and she pulled a softer pose, raising up one palm, then the other, beside her shoulders.  As she did, she turned from side to side, showing off every meaty, muscled, rippled inch.

Shocked for a few moments, Noble could do nothing but drool.  Trixie was-- beautiful.  Beautiful like this in a way the prior hallucination simply hadn't been able to enforce on Noble's mind.  This isn't some cartoonish bulge and balloon, Noble thought, shocked.  I've never seen an illusion that detailed-- this is a musculature like a princess.  A dreamy image filled her mind, showing Trixie as a lesser shadow of the alicorn they both served, lighter blue in homage to Luna's divine definition and power.

Even unflexed, her heavy arms showed perfect definition, bulk without clumsiness, upper and lower arm alike.  Proud pecs, broad and powerful, pushed Trixie's already thick GG cups forward, her clearly stiff nipples pointing straight and forward.  Below them, an almost impossible six-pack, stiff and stern, moving only with her breath, was framed by massive obliques.

Below, Trixie's once thickly-padded hips and thighs were now distinctly taut over dangerously massive thighs.  Well-read on this as well as any other subject, Noble's mind kept chanting out the name of every muscle group as it flexed or extended with each thundering step.  Soon, though Noble was still a foot taller, Trixie loomed at her, pushing hard into her personal space.

Their nipples inches apart.

With her hands on her now-impressive hips, Trixie sneered.  "Do you understand now, stupid ex-hyper?" she asked.  "Just submit, and I'll loan you some back-- to be of service to our Lady, of course."

Service.  Loan? Noble thought, and the revolt against weakness before Luna met sheer stubbornness at the absurdity of it all.  "No way, asshole!" Noble growled, and clenched her hands together.  "This is a fucking illusion.  I can beat it, and I will beat you so hard you'll have to raincheck being my bitch!"  She slammed the mace of her fists right into Trixie's solar plexus.  All I have to do is break her concentration…

It was Noble's concentration that broke.  She yelped in pain, waving her throbbing hands out like they were on fire.  She couldn't hold herself up, just slinking back down against the wall.  It had been like punching magic-reinforced steel.  Or… or like just punching steel, she panicked, For a normal pony!

Trixie just yawned, and arrested Noble's slide by slamming a palm against her chest, deep into her cleavage.  She hoisted the bigger unicorn up and shook her head.  "I don't merely know one type of magic," she informed Noble, then flipped her white-hided victim up into the air with ease!

It wasn't just Noble's strength that was lacking.  She couldn't coordinate; her body felt alien, not her own.  Every sensation was magnified, from the bruise left by the heel of Trixie's palm, to the wind whistling by her, to the blush-inducing throb of her clit.

She definitely felt-- or overfelt-- having her back slam into Trixie's broad, chiseled shoulders.  To Noble's horror, she squealed out loud and horny.  The impact forced out an exhalation of tormented air right before Trixie casually wrapped her burly arms back over Noble's curvy body.  One huge arm lewdly thrust up between Noble's legs, flicked a finger across her soaked sex, and then planted itself on Noble's now-soft, well-fed tummy.

The force that ground over Noble's stomach was harsh enough on sore, weakened muscles, but it forced her still-lush booty against Trixie's left shoulder.  Meanwhile, the other shoved hard strength against the top of Noble's chest.  The sheer size of it ground hard muscles almost to her throat while still pumping the rest of her bulging forearm against Noble's soft F-cups.  There was no mercy there, none at all.  Trixie's broad hand seized Noble's far shoulder, and pressed her upper back hard against Trixie's right shoulder.  "Fuck!" was all Noble could manage after the newest squeal.

"Not until you submit, stupid," Trixie retorted, and then hauled down hard.  Her fingers dug into the white of Noble's naked body, and then the real pressure hit.  Blue-hided biceps and triceps swelled out dangerously, and Noble cried out in pain and panic as her back was bent at an unnatural angle.  She even wondered if Trixie's hand at her stomach would leave a permanent dent.

She held out.  She held out, and Trixie held to the rules-- no permanent damage.  Her back screaming, Noble managed, "Could you-- gah!"  After she got her grunting, yelping cough under control, she finished the quip, "Could you move your hand a little lower if all you're gonna do is fondle me?"  Of course, she wasn't exactly proud of how turned on her body felt being near-broken by Trixie's stolen might, but…

… but it wasn't surrender.  And the banter had the effect Noble was aiming for.  Sort of.  Trixie just snorted in disgust and hurled Noble's curvy body off her back and to the ground.

Skill hadn't been stolen from her.  Noble had taken enough self-defense courses hyper to hyper to know how to take a fall.  If the slap of her lush tits against the floor hurt worse, she forced herself to ignore it as she rolled out and away from her opponent.

Not fast enough.  Trixie was on her in a flash.  "Stupid bitch," Trixie called her, and grabbed her short mane, hauling her up to her knees.  "Are you really so persistently dense as to think you still have a chance against the Vast and Mighty Trixie?"  Before Noble could spit defiance back in her face, Trixie clamped Noble's mouth shut with just her pointer finger and pinkie.  "Silence is your friend now, slut."

Noble mrmph mrpmh mprhled so freaking hard at Trixie.

The suddenly ripped sorceress shook her head, hat bobbing disdainfully.  "If you're not going to be a pretty little piece, then really, what use are you?" Trixie sighed.  It stung.  The repetitions of 'useless,' from the hallucination to now, were starting to get to Noble.  She burned with a strange, erotic shame, fighting the growing desire to just give over the fight and stop the humiliation… because she wasn't certain that she'd ask Trixie to stop.

"Let the Wise and Mighty Trixie show you just how fucked you are, cunt," Trixie hissed.  "Not going to be a good subbie and surrender?  Then why do you need even a broodie's curves?"  She grabbed Noble's right tit and squeezed harshly-- thumbing Noble's pleasure-pulsing nipple the whole time.

Noble's eyes widened and she struggled as Trixie's horn and eyes started to glow.  More than the worrisome mixture of pain and pleasure drove her, but it was no use.  Brighter and brighter, the blue light intensified, and Noble felt a sudden lack of weight in her front.  An abrupt cessation of gravity and anatomy's haul against her back.

When the light faded, Trixie's hand was roughly fondling a tiny little A-cup teat, matching its nigh-flat unmolested twin.  Only Noble's nipples were still as big as they had ever been-- but ah, so much more obedient to Trixie's talented fingers.   The now-busty blue mare tortured Noble's outsized nips expertly.  Not the torture of pain, no.  Such crudeness was apparently beneath her now.  She just giggled, holding Noble trapped by the muzzle as she played with Noble's nubs.

A flick here, a twist there-- Noble's poor boobs seemed to have kept all the nerve-endings of her heavier base rack.  Within moments, Noble was bucking, hips thrusting from the constant shock of pleasure as Trixie had her wicked way with Noble's deflating chest.

No! Noble tried to scream.  She got nowhere, just a muffled moan.  Her perky boobs sent the message and her body obeyed, a thunderbolt climax sending her sex winking and her body thrashing in the buffer, bustier Trixie's control.  With an exaggerated yawn that set her impossibly perky L-cups wobbling,Trixie let go of Noble's mouth.

Before Noble could protest, Trixie let out a half-orgasmic grunt of her own.  Noble's freedom was swiftly curtailed; Trixie ruthlessly tangled her free fingers in the big mare's mane.  

"Look down, boardsville," Trixie commanded, laughing now, but a long, low pant of sexual satisfaction grinding off some of the irritation.

Down was full of blue.  Specifically, two huge blue tits.  Luscious, suckable mountains of succulent breastflesh, gigantic, irrationally perky, and jammed up against Noble's teeny chest.  A whine escaped Noble's mouth.  It's not like my identity is bound up in something stupid like boobs, she reminded herself.  Or muscles.  But…

But the Lady liked her look, and Trixie was taking it.  Gone was the certainty that Trixie was just using illusions.  For all she'd talked big about owning Noble's kinesthetic sense, the immense L-cups felt so real, so soft, so plush against her now-flat body that Noble couldn't see any way to deny it.  She slumped.

Noble slumped forward, and Trixie took advantage.  "No reason to stop there, of course," Trixie purred, an arrogant sneer of a sound.  She still had the back of Noble's head to hand, and shoved the suddenly thinner unicorn face-forward into her magnified cleavage.  "Oooh, I do like one thing about all the pec plumpness I take from silly bitches like you," Trixie cooed, and flexed.

Had Noble called those breasts soft?  She couldn't remember it.  All around her was strength, a tension beneath the pillowy vastness as Trixie booblocked Noble's head.  Kept Noble utterly captive with just a firm flex of her chest.

Noble could feel the difference, too.  Even with her head sunk into the shorter mare's chest, Noble could feel Trixie's scumptiously oversized tits pushing and squishing out against her drained body.  In fact, even with Trixie's throbbing nipples planted almost to Noble's shoulders…

Whining, Noble realized, Even below the nips, she's still bigger than I am in just two dimensions!  So stripped of yet another layer of dignity, she wondered if Trixie would force her to go concave.  Terrified but still fighting, she squirmed, moaned, and tried her hardest to poke her snout somewhere she could get air that wasn't full of Trixie's musk.

Somewhere she could breath without her sex screaming for her to submit, and give in to the pleasure of those hypnotically crushing knockers.

The moan became a squeal of panic when she felt Trixie's hard hands on some of the last of her remaining curvishness.  Lewdly, Trixie took charge of Noble's hips with a stern grip.  Noble couldn't hear what Trixie had to say, but she knew that the archmage she had so foolishly challenged was about to take more from her.

Trixie's fingers left obscenely erotic traces of pleasure over Noble's soft skin.  She seemed to know Noble's erogenous zones by heart, contemptuously wielding them to drain Noble's will, too.  With that advantage, she took an languid, groping, gloating slowness in teasing Noble.  Indeed, as she held Noble's head in chestacular confinement, she fondled, caressed, and spanked Noble's jiggly tush, squeezed her padded hips, and teased flat nails across sensitive, wobbly thighs.

Then, just like she had dreaded, Noble felt her ass begin to fall away from Trixie's hands.  To shrink.  To tighten against a scant, barely pony-minimum layer of muscle, and that tightness began to spread.

Her bones reshaped.

Whatever Trixie was doing, it flattened Noble's hips.  Forget the loss of the matronly padding across her thighs.  Forget the fact that her tummy was tucking in to a twiggy skinniness.  Big, foalbearing hips were suddenly becoming as thin as a colt's.  It didn't stop, even after Trixie released Noble's ass.

Released it, yanked her out of the smothering darkness of Trixie's cleavage, and then seized her wrists in a flash.  Keeping Noble plastered against her magnificient mass of mammaries, Trixie hauled Noble's hands down to her hips.  "Do you like them, wimp?" Trixie nickered, then slammed her newly fattened curves from side to side.  "Gotta admit, one point to your useless flab-- you've made my curves so much more gorgeous for our Mistress."

Noble felt it.  Felt the lush softness, the maretriarch's majesty in curvaceous excess.  Trixie grabbed one of her hands again.  Made her plant a palm at the top of one of Trixie's hips. Let her strain to try and get her fingers stretched wide enough to even get a third of the way down the curve to the thigh.

"See?" whispered Trixie.  "That's what a mare feels like.  On you…"  She pulled Noble's hand back to-- well.  Noble's waist.

Flat, flat, flat, Noble's mind moaned as Trixie played with her hand, wiping the palm up and down over the completely reshaped curve to push the lesson home:  No more feminine excess.  No more even suggestion of a mare at the hips.

"Just like a stupid little colt's," Trixie told her, voicing Noble's own despair.  "Not that you had much more than a plain little colt left in the top department, but…"  She shrugged, and vast tracts of breastage bobbled and slapped against Noble's face.

That was the real beginning of Noble's loss.  She was defeated by the powerful plush when even losing her hyper's might hadn't been able to dim her spirit.  It was like the strings holding up her pride were cut, and with them, her resistance.  Falling against Trixie's mixture of killer strength and bountiful curves, she shuddered once, then bit her lip.

She had two means of rebellion left: a refusal to speak, and a refusal to masturbate.

Fighting was impossible.  Trixie had effortlessly defeated her even when she'd still had a hyper's body, and not a six-foot-six pipe cleaner.  But she could grit her jaw.  She could refuse to surrender verbally, even if she hadn't the strength to even push away from Trixie.

Her cunny betrayed her.  Her nethers were about the only things plump on her, and the only part of her as stiff as her mercilessly throbbing clit was her far-too-erect nipples on her now below-A breasts.  The dewy labia gushed with lubrication, screaming in pleasurable wrath for Noble to give in, to kneel before Trixie and just shove three fingers deep.  To fill her twat and cum before the superior unicorn.

Noble refused.

Trixie wasn't done yet.

The buff, badass form of the high priestess shook with laughter.  "Not gonna say it, slut?" Trixie teased, and then grabbed Noble's throat.  She hauled the still-taller unicorn back and tsked.  "Can't even praise good.  Worthless.  Let me give you another chance."

Once again Noble was sent flying, this time flat onto her back.  Trixie stepped over her, thunderstorm thighs wobbling with each step and every pump of her potent quads.  Far above Noble, just like in the illusion, were Trixie's cutie marks, this time stretched out over a mouth-watering bubble butt.  "Trixie's patience is running out," the big blue unicorn warned.  "You've got a tongue; if you won't speak-- well.  Trixie was already cleaned as per the Mistress' standards.  You can just worship like the whorse I named you."

Then she abruptly kicked her legs forward, and fell ass-first onto Noble's face.

Noble yelped, but her face was quickly smothered by perky blue buttocks.  Lush cheeks with powerful glutes fell around her upturned muzzle, trapping it in Trixie's curvy hind end.  Just like with her trip to cleavage land, Trixie didn't let Noble just rest in the erotic confines; she squeezed, glutes bulging out

This time, Noble could hear the final warning.  "Lick, whorse!" roared Trixie.  "Drill my asshole deep and surrender.  I will have no more mercy for this nonsense; you are beaten!"

Noble wasn't sure why she didn't.  From an outsider's perspective-- one who hadn't had the shit kicked out of her, and whose body hadn't been drained to produce the glorious demigoddess above her-- Trixe was really the height of mortal beauty now.  A powerful maretriarch's core of super-muscle, ready to defend her domain but with a fertile expanse of ultra-curves to match.  

Not a hyper's height, but who cared?  Hypers and normals alike would have eagerly knelt to just have the chance to suck on some of the taut hide covering Trixie's glorious biceps, or worship her delts with their tongue.  Let alone be permitted to adore her most secret, tight places.  And she did seem to be waiting; perhaps poor Noble Cause would be allowed to clean her tongue, then worship the Mistressful and Triumphant Trixie's pretty pussy.

Maybe it was pettiness.  Some stubborn core that hadn't been beaten yet.  Maybe it was the memory of the rules, knowing that there was only so much Trixie could do to her-- hump her face, sure, but not break her.

She wasn't sure how only being willing to "loan" back part of her physiology counted there, but she'd been so heavily trounced, the logic didn't quite click like it had before.

Noble didn't give Trixie's broad, bouncy butt the analingus the enraged archmage wanted.  She just lay there, passive, waiting for the end.  She didn't know why she neither gave in nor safeworded.

Maybe she couldn't any longer, and her only hope was Trixie noticing.

If that was her hope, it was a faint one.  Trixie released her gluteal clench, and slowly began to rise.  Something did break in Noble; weakly, she fumbled for her sopping sex.  Shamelessly, she frigged herself.  Her hand clenched and shifted over her sex, trying to quench the insatiable need she'd been left with.

Moaning and panting softly, all she could manage, Noble stopped fighting the urge and started bringing herself across.  Her fingers ran over labia and clit almost randomly as she watched the tilt and press of muscles that had once been hers.  The bulge and swell of quads built from her mass.  The powerful bulk of mighty glutes that had just been trapping her between heavenly rump cheeks.

Noble came when Trixie turned, when the swish of tail gave way to the mighty stolen rack above.  The two huge boobs were still impossibly perky, their fresh-taken mass denying gravity as well as every scrap of magical lore Noble thought she knew.  Noble climaxed, jerking around on the floor, but even that was just weak spasms, a little flailing.

Coldness seemed to hiss from Trixie Lulamoon where heat had been.  "You pathetic, useless piece of meat," Trixie snarled.  "You scorn every chance Trixie gives you-- look at you!  Cumming from just how much of a wimpy, pathetic nothing you are.  You're worthless to Trixie's Mistress.  My Goddess."

It felt like her heart stopped.  There was a threat in that 'my' that Noble couldn't, shouldn't believe-- and did.  She let out a soft whine of protest and then a louder groan when Trixie planted an enlarged foot on Noble's chest and pushed down, knocking the air out of her.  Above, Trixie's pussy was even more drenched than Noble's.  The gorgeous lips were right above Noble's face, mocking her with Trixie's triumphant arousal.

With Trixie's chiseled legs bent, the powerful priestess simply let her honey fall, splattering rich musk of marejuices onto Noble's face.  Marking her.  "Shut.  It."  Trixie snarled.  "No sister of mine would be both so weak and so foolish.  How we missed this, I don't know, but you know what?"

Noble didn't.  But she did know that she dreaded the hateful smugness in that voice.  Almost as much as she was starting to love the scent of her tormenter's femjuices as Trixie's winking sex continued its lewd display of triumph.

Uncaring of her hapless victim's fear, Trixie continued, "Mistress did pick you, and She doesn't make mistakes.  It must have been the Dedicated but Occasionally Unfortunate Trixie's fault."  There was a soft sigh, interspersed by a light groan.  Trixie's mouthwateringly plush hips wriggled, as though anticipating a stern Lunar hand on her newly plumped ass.  Noble just stared up at Trixie's clenching cunny, mesmerized by it.

"So it will be the Great and Powerful Trixie's duty to fix you, little mistake," growled the amazonian sorceress.  Before Noble could do more than tremble, Trixie added, "And I do mean little."

Noble found the strength to scream as her body was covered in Trixie's blue glow.  Tried to writhe away, tried to find some last reserve of adrenaline to hurl her massively muscled doom away.  Nothing.  She couldn't move an inch of blue hide; she didn't think she could move a hair on Trixie's calf as her fingers scrabbled at the chiseled bulge.

All the faster as those fingers shrunk.  Trixie's horrible, terrifying, castigating laugh was the only source of movement for the hulking archmage.  Or at least Noble thought.  She was too busy orgasming in fear.  Squealing, hearing her voice go higher in pitch as she shrunk away from Trixie, her sex shuddering and core clenching as obscenely as though Trixie was giving her head, rather than stealing her size.

Noble could tell.  It wasn't just that the cackling archmage was getting proportionally bigger.  As the shadow of her immense tits got bigger and bigger, the pinned mare could see Trixie grow towards the ceiling.  Shade and melon alike shook over Noble in ardent victory.  Legs that had been only about up to the doorknob were starting to get to the top of the door frame.  Trixie pitched back her head, mane supporting her pointy hat impossibly.  Her tail was flagged with her own arousal, her bubble butt shaking with delight.

As Noble's body decreased so far that her flat torso was starting to vanish beneath Trixie's foot, the now-huge mare stepped off of her.  Her vast knee came down with an immense thud, and before the battered Noble could react,  Trixie began to pleasure herself again.  Noble's sudden freedom was even more suddenly lost as the gorgeous, quivering quim above her began to drench again.  In just a moment, Noble's entire body was stained by Trixie's femmejuices.

The shrinking stopped soon after, but it was soon too late.  She'd gone from six feet and change to no more than six inches.  Flat as a board, as a colt, all over, and so weak that she couldn't force herself to rise even as the thick scent of Trixie's masturbatory excess soaked her, she just… waited.

Useless, she whispered to herself.  So live it.  If she was to be a prisoner to the pretty pussy above her, owned by its mesmeric beauty and the constant splash of marecum, then she might as well enjoy it.  Noble covered herself in as much of Trixie's femmecum as she could.  Rubbed it over herself.  Began to stroke it over her own needy sex in imitation of the expert fingering Trixie was displaying for her.

Her tiny squeals were drowned out entirely by the giantess' bellowing pleasure, but that, too seemed right.  When Trixie finished bringing herself over, those damp fingers reached down to grab Noble.  "T-trixie," Noble groaned.  "I…"  She whined.

The huge fingers reached around her easily.  They felt… right.  She was trapped by Trixie's strength, controlled and bound.  Noble felt absurdly lucky.  Not that she'd been allowed to finish her worshipful frigging, but that the giant archmage had pulled her up right side up, instead of hanging upside down like some awful trophy.

"Shh, little mistake," Trixie said, her gruff, rumbly voice now oddly tender.  "Be silent, and obey your mistress of the now.  I will make you fit again for your true Mistress, the one who will never reject you."

Noble hung her head.  She wanted to know how, but waited, silently.  As she waited, she was hauled skyward.

No.

Pussyward.

"Remember," groaned Trixie, as she began to stroke Noble's horn against her vast nethers.  "Remember She is the Mother Moon, the Sacred Darkness.  I take you in place of Her, little mistake."  Thick fingers squeezed harder around Noble, pushing her further up.  Soaking her head in the thick moisture within Trixie's hidden walls, filling her lungs with Trixie's scent.

Somehow it didn't quite get her climaxing, but perhaps that was for the Goddess alone.  For the Goddess Merciful and Wondrous Trixie will make me worthy of once again? Noble wondered, and gave up on holding her breath.

No, as Trixie plunged her in and out of her quivering cunny, Noble took a deep breath, just before being thrust in dildo-deep yet again.  Not drowning herself, but filling her body with Mistress Trixie's scent.   "That's it, sweet mistake," Trixie rumbled in between pants.  Noble didn't know how her mistress knew, but she was so grateful for Trixie's approval  Then Trixie mewled with renewed lust, swiftly pulling Noble up to her clit.

Which she used to frot against Noble's horn.  Groaning and grunt, Trixie bent down, pumping her luscious hips just slightly, but swiftly.  All the better to fuck Noble's horn and head.  A blue glow surrounded Noble's body, absorbing her flare and magic alike as the Gracious and Gigantic Trixie clitfucked her to horngasm.

And let Trixie bring her huge hands up to fondle her own mega-mams.  Exuberantly, she squeezed the L-cup mountains, rolling her own breastflesh around for a moment while she returned to thrusting Noble deeply into her cunt.  Noble caught brief glimpses of glory from below each time she was pulled out of the warm wonder of Trixie's increasingly comforting cunt.

She drooled, watching Trixie work her soft mountains over.  All but came when she was ducked in, then out again, her eyes full of Trixie pinching and tugging on her nipples with the same arrogant expertise she'd used on poor, struggling Noble.  Did cum, again, and perhaps finally, when Trixie's pussy clenched hard around her body, waist-deep in the moistness.

She heard the muffled roar of Trixie's triumph through her mistress' body.  It didn't seem important; she could feel the superior sex clench and quiver around her, soaking her anew.  It was more important than her faint concern over why she didn't need to breathe, but that was it.

Far more important to Noble was that Mistress Trixie didn't pull her out this time.  She was plunged deeper and deeper into the wet wonder of Trixie's pussy.  Deeper.  Shrunk further.  Her lungs burned, but she remained conscious.  Her eyes were coated in femmecum, but somehow, she could see.  Even the darkness didn't seem to veil the organic prison from her sight.

Noble couldn't stop climaxing, and didn't want to.

She shrunk further, the blue glow forcing her closer and closer to the tight ring of muscle beneath.  Tinier, tinier, almost cell-sized, she hovered before the final guardian.  Trixie's voice whispered in her mind.  Will you be made whole, sweet mistake?  Will you surrender to me, and be reborn fit for the Goddess?

Noble's mind was full of YES!

The yes carried her into Trixie's womb, and as she felt herself implanting into the wall, she felt not a feverish constant sexual stimulation but… contentment.

Then sacred darkness.





Far too soon, the light returned.  A blessed silver light, but it brought her out of the peace and satisfaction of the sacred darkness far, far too soon.

Sound dragged her from euphoria and into consciousness.  Slowly, gently, but insistently.

"I lied," said the harsh, trembling voice.  "Oh, fuck me, I lied.  I lied so much.  I promise, sweetheart.  That was just the scene.  I need you to know that, Noble; it was just for the illusion.  You are more than worthy of our Goddess."

Worthy…?  Noble felt confused.  Had she been born ag-- wait.  She flexed lightly.  Familiar muscles tensed and bulged, rippling with familiar stress and power.

"I will stop you from punching me if you try," Trixie said.  "Just to note.  I'm not sorry.  I did warn you."  She paused, and Noble squirmed a bit.  All Noble knew was that everything was dim, and she was on her back.   A third sensation joined them; suddenly, Noble was being hugged.  The feeling was a rather pleasant combination of plush squish and sweet tightness.  "Sweet Rainbows and Moon's Dark, I've never mindfucked anyone as strong as you!"

"What in Tartarus…?" groaned Noble.  Her eyes opened slowly.   She was still in Trixie's room.  She wasn't covered in femmecum.  It was a little hard to move, though.  For obvious reasons; her head was in Trixie's lap, and Trixie was almost burying her in blue boobs.  The little-- little again?-- unicorn was hugging that tight.

With just her normal, gymnast's strength.

"I mindfucked you good, sister-of-faith," Trixie said simply.  "C'mon, sit up a bit.  I'll… can I brush your mane, please?"

Still confused, but no longer frightened or angry, Noble shimmied back up against Trixie's naked chest, resting against her.  She felt like…  Like I did go through all that, she thought, seizing up suddenly.

"No,"  said firmly, but her embrace was gentle.  "I promise.  You didn't go through that.  It's just the adrenaline crash."  Light, stroking movements massaged Noble from one shoulder to the other.  Not even sexual, just caressing and holding.  Her palms pressed into the thankfully strong upper expanse of Noble's massive pecs, a slight bulge before-- yes.  Her boobs, back to normal.

All of her curves.  A bit petty, but it had been a breaking point.  She shook her head lightly-- Actually, Trixie's GGs are kinda comfortable, she noted-- and rasped out, "Did you… read my mind?"

"Earlier," Trixie responded, and hugged Noble close once again.  "Not now.  It's just-- the others ask whether it was real or not too."  A hint of the usual arrogance.  "Much earlier, as it happens."  Then hesitation, the lush blue mammaries bobbing against Noble's head as Trixie swallowed heavily.  "May I brush your mane?  Please?"

It was weird.   She should be utterly furious at Trixie, but she just couldn't seem to find the energy.  "S-sure," Noble mumbled.  "But-- explanations?"  She smiled hazily and lobbed Trixie's request back at her.  "Please?"

Trixie laughed-- not mockery, not gloating, just a gentle giggle that gave a rather lovely titmassage to Noble's broad shoulders.  "Thanks, my sister," Trixie said softly.  "You'll see."

Noble felt the brief hum of magic through her horn, then careful, measured brushstrokes through her mane.  Kinda nice, she thought.  Even the bristles against my hide.  Huh.  She sank back into Trixie's embrace, closing her eyes.

The nervousness in Trixie's voice didn't affect the steadiness of the brush as she said, "See?  Relaxing.  Very important for aftercare."  Noble mumbled something, but it wasn't particularly coherent.  Trixie was right, after all.

The two mares snuggled close for a few moments, but then Trixie said, "So-- right.  Explanations."  The brushing paused, Trixie hugged Noble tighter, and Noble was treated to another lovely heave of Trixie's warm, soft chest behind her.  "The big thing to know is that not only are you worthy of our Mistress, but you're one of the strongest mares I've ever met."  Another jiggly laugh.  "Sombra's horn, you are the strongest mare I've been able to overwhelm since putting away the Alicorn Amulet."

Noble blinked a bit.  The brushing resumed its lovely, intimate caressing of her short mane, and she was back among the clouds.  Not just mentally; all of her was still in a bit of a buzz; not just from the adrenaline crash, but a pleasant hum through her body.  It, at least, seemed to confirm a multiplicity of orgasms, and checkmarked them to be remembered for later.  Eventually, she voiced her confusion, asking, "But-- you… you did beat me.  You knocked me silly, again and again-- it felt so real."

Her sudden shudder was hugged away; its last cold echoes kissed away when Trixie tilted Noble's muzzle up and pressed lips to lips.  When it ended, the sweetness of their mutual taste tingled on like the slow, steady brushing of Noble's mane.

Trixie simply said, "Nopony has ever gone so deep with me as you did, sweetling."  Silence ticked on, broken only by the sound of brush bristles sliding through Noble's mane.

The declaration left Noble shocked, and she muttered an inquiring grunt at Trixie.  Who amiably enough expanded her explanation.  "Anypony strong enough to hold out would usually beat me hollow," she said with a short laugh.  "Starlight can make dance like a puppet; Mistress can make me submit with a look."  She kissed Noble again, then sighed wryly.  "The, er, Mostly Gracious and Usually Magnanimous Twilight Sparkle has mostly forgiven Trixie, but she hasn't shown a lot of interest.  Probably just as well, Trixie would not like to experience what goes on in that mare's head."

As Noble contemplated this, Trixie went on, saying, "Usually, even the tough ones-- Mistress' best thestrals, or her Silver Cardinals, or whatever… and they are tough, believe me, I make sure of that!-- usually, they collapse somewhere between me convincing them I took their clumsy ol' muscles or when I make them think I've stolen their tits."

Noble heard the moue of distaste on Trixie's lips in her voice as she added, "Or taken their cocks.  I don't like stallion much, but I've done a few who've earned it."  She sniffed, and her telekinetic brushing briefly became perhaps a bit too brisk.  "And someponies don't understand who's the boss until they think their prostates are being pounded.  Blech.  But, hey, I get off either way, so…"

"You mean…"

"Heh.  Yep.  Usually they call me mistress long before I can go with the curves thing.  And that's the toughies!  Almost all of the rank and file who've asked for a session with me as a reward don't get past being whorsed, and the ones who do are usually quivering on their knees by the time I make 'em wimps."

Trixie gave a long, languid purr, and the pleasure of the mane-brushing was momentarily overwhelmed by a now very intimately familiar scent of Trixie's arousal.  Not as much, Noble thought, but-- ooh!  A sudden slickness to her own sex was all the evidence Noble needed.  Bitch is lucky this feels good-- I think I may be wired to react to that scent now!

While Noble was squirming, Trixie explained, "I do like it-- don't get me wrong!  If you…"  She swallowed heavily again, and the brushing stopped.  She seized Noble's broad shoulders and hugged as hard as she could.  Trixie exhaled.  "You're something special, Noble.  I've had a plan like that for years-- fuck, the Mistress did a trial run on me with it, because I had to know it was safe… no one's ever gotten close to that.  I can hardly believe how strong your mind is."

"If… if you want to do anything like this with me again," Trixie whispered softly, "I really won't mind if you just surrender.  I'll put you anywhere you want.  Not just cruel fates.  I promise.  I can turn your world into an unbroken string of climaxes if that's what you want.  Make love to you among the clouds as though we were pegasi."  She sniffled.  "I can't not fight.  Even the Lady didn't want that gone, so it's just for her I submit willingingly.  But… but if you do the same, for me, Noble Cause, I promise… I can give you anything."

"I should be pissed outta my mind at you… mistress," Noble said with a slow chuckle.  "Anything, huh?"

Trixie snorted.  "I really don't need magic to read your mind, mare," she laughed.  "You bi bitches always ask Trixie to put some illusory cock in you.  It's a weakness."  She sniffed… but her talented fingers began to move towards Noble's still-tingling tits.  "Fine.  I'll indulge you this time, slut--"  Her voice caught-- "And sister beneath the Lady," she breathed, before pushing back into character.  "I even have permission to use a more pleasing shape to ravish you.  Spread those gams, bitch!"

As she spoke, the silver light of the room's crystals was momentarily tinged with the blue of Trixie's hornflare.  Noble groaned, feeling herself moisten with anticipation while blue sparks began to form a new glamour.  Then she realized that Trixie had been almost exclusively using 'I' since Noble had woken up.  Huh, Noble wondered as she spread her well-muscled, bulging thighs apart, and hooked her knees back to better present her aching sex towards the blue glow.  Where's the third person gone?

She didn't have time to wonder.  "Holy moons what the fuck is that monster?" she yelped as a splotchy pink-and-purple skinned mass of thick-smelling horseflesh was suddenly jutting towards her face.  She scrambled back away from the abrupt overabundance of hermcock, grinding herself back against the welcoming embrace of Trixie's generous rack.

The brush suddenly flew from her hair to her trembling left thigh, and swatted her, hard.

"Do not call Trixie's best friend a monster."

"I don't mean Archmage Glimmer!  I mean that thing coming out of hir waist!"

"Oh, hush.  It's not that big in real life.  But, hey, you wanted dick, so I added a bit extra..."