Mighty/Celestia lewds

Celestia looked Might deep in the ears, prowling around him. “It’s been so long…” She whispered, almost too quiet for him to here. “Most stallions, they can’t take the power. But I think… I think you can, Might. But it will take all of your power.”

Might looked at her with deep trepidation but slowly nodded. “If… if you will ask it of me, I will.” He said. With deep nervousness running through his actions, his hoof slowly came up to his power wrap, the only thing that kept him from acting at full power and demolishing several city blocks with an errant sneeze. As it fell to the floor, the power radiated through the room, tingling lightly as his full aura became known, he slowly advanced but was stopped by a white hoof to his chest.

“All of your power,” Celestia said solemnly. His eyes grew wide and he looked hesitant, but with a nod, he reached down his groin, where his second wrap rested around his shaft. As it fell away, his cock quickly swelled and his balls started to grow with an energy to measure up to that of the sun. It would need to. In her vagina.

He looked down on it and his heart fell. “This dick of mine…” he said. “For all of the pleasure it’s caused… so much pain to go along with it…” His face fell down as he remembered the victimes. Octomare. The one who couldn’t stop orgasming. The pregnant stallion. But Celestia put her hoof under his chin and lifted it up to look him straight in the eyes, a predator’s hunger dwelling behind the pink orbs.

“Fear not,” she said. “For finally, you have found a partner who can handle it… your true power. Now come,” she said, and turned abruptly to make her way over to the bed before leaning over it, her plush ass bouncing his eyes, ethereal tail lifting to give him a glance at the glistening prize that lay beneath it. If Might had needed an invitation before, he was not going to wait one second longer, not far all the bits in the world. He carefully lifted himself up and with some careful negotiation, he lined up the tip of his shaft with the entrance to her pussy. And then, the glorious sensation of warmth as he slid in, the moist warmth of the pussy practically sucking him in. Her raw energy, the power of being inside of her tingled, and it sent a shiver down both of them, through the room. It had enough power to rattle the cups and glass items that were in the room, a chilling prelude to what was about to come, and who.

He felt invigorated by the energy that dwelt within that pussy, and he couldn’t restrain himself from letting a single hoof come up to strike the bouncy white rump in front of him, watching the ripples that flowed from his spank. It is said that the secret to all cosmos dwells within those ripples, and Celestia’s eyes widened as she felt the stallion strike her rump. The impertinence. She looked back, only to meet his cheeky grin. She wanted this. She wanted him to take her. And with a gulp, she nodded.

“M-make me yours,” she said.

“Wait what?” He asked looking over at her. Meanwhile, he started to pull out once more, letting his girthy dick start to slide out of her slowly, the tight pussy trying to hold him in with a vacuum-like suction, lips of her slit gushing as he pulled his rod out of her slowly, deliberately.

“You know… uh. Rut me hard, make me yours?” Celestia asked, slightly confused at his confusion. “I’m trying to do some sexy talk here.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard a mare say that.”

“Look, it’s been a thousand years. Cut me some slack.”

With a shrug, Mighty pushes back in, spreading the pussy open with his cock, feeling the velvety warmth of her insides welcome him back in once more and letting loose a groan, matched only by Celestia’s own moan of pleasure, the sounds mixing together and reverberating strongly enough to set the walls around them rattling, a couple of fragile items falling to the floor and shattering. It was worth it: things were replaceable, but this sheer level of fucking was a once in a millenium occurrence, not to be taken lightly.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Celestia asked, almost breathlessly. She had not known pleasure like this for a long time and the hunger was apparent, all-encompassing, planet-destroying. She wanted MORE. She thrust her hips backwards onto his cock, forcing him deeper into her, the resulting shockwave rippling through the castle. Babies awoke, crying, and the chef’s carefully crafted souffle fell, but all of them would have rated it worth it if they could understand the perfect sensation that Celestia fell as she felt the girth rod plunge deep into her depths, or if they could have felt Celestia’s fold encompassing him, sucking him, massaging him gently. She let out a laugh, a laugh of unbridled joy and sensation. This was bliss, this was heaven.

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“And that is why we eschew the constraints of the flesh,” the abbott finished his sermon to the collected congregation of nuns and monks. “So that we may hopefully purify ourselves, and in doing so become closer to the thoughts and ways of Celestia. Amen.”

“Amen,” they all repeated. This was shortly followed by a stallion, an acolyte, hopping to his hooves.

“Father, father!” He called out, creating quite a stir and calling the attention of the others to him. “I can hear her! I can hear Celestia.”

The abbott chuckled. “Young one, while I appreciate your enthusiasm, you have been here a mere span of three weeks. There is no way-”

“No, no,” the Mother Superior cut in, brow furrowed in thought. “I hear it too…”

They were all quiet. There was an awkward pause.

The abbott loooked over at the Mother Superior. “Um. Would you like to get a drink sometime?”

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The pulsing of the fuck had reached a divine rhythm, faster and slower according to the whims of the two partners as their divine bliss slowly ramped up. For three hours now they had fucked, but it had not been without casualties. A maid had wandered into the room, unaware of the ground-shaking fuck, and had been struck deaf and dumb, entranced by the intermingling of the two fantastic forms. Only one maid, a heroic sort, had managed to save her from the annihilation of her whole mind through the careful use of lenses that blocked almost all of her vision, and a pair of sound-proof earplugs. She would spend the next day and a half masturbating.

The raw power of the fuck was peeling the paint off of the walls around them. With every long, sensuous thrust into the depths of Celestia the stock market rose three points, and the reverberation of every powerful pound to split her folds and feel her sucking him in would send a vibration out to knock an apple onto the head of a philosopher, leading to a new discovery in the fields of science and mathematics.

Already artists in Canterlot had cloistered themselves to work on what would be their magnum opus. And by cloistered, they meant grabbed three or four assistants to have hot, sweaty sex with while they burned off some of the extra “inspiration”. But none of this could compare to the sensations that Mighty and Celestia were experiencing right now.

It was enlightening, debasing, profane, celestial. All of these at once and more as his penis parted her pussy, as she felt his cock crane into her cunt, as his dick shattered the very concept of alliteration with another well-place thrust. Celestia groaned and moaned with the sensation, a symphony of lewd noises that sparked the genesis of entire universes. And this was only the building, only the rising action in a play that was the most profound work of art in existence.

Mighty couldn’t hold on much longer, the pressure building to the degree that he was fighting against time and space itself to maintain the fuck for as long as he could. The tingling sensation rolled over his body and he could not stand so much as another second. But he did, for he knew Celestia’s time was not yet come and he would not disappoint his liege, no, the thought was anathema to his mind.

And so they fucked, sweaty, sensual, rough, raw, concepts realigning that hadn’t been thought of or seen for centuries, smerping so greatly that a prophet on the other side of the globe felt a single tear come to their eye.

And finally, Celestia was there, her pussy pressing in on his cock with an intensity that would rend a lesser stallion asunder and letting her head hang back with a cry of sheer delight. The ground rumbled beneath her, an earthquake launching out that would give 216 mares the best orgasm of her life and start an orgy in three cities around Equestria. Meanwhile, her horn lit up and launched a laser of enough heat to incinerate normal ponies, firing up towards the ceiling and through it, blasting into a fireworks display over Canterlot, a work of endless beauty that rang out clear, spelling out to all who knew that at least, Celestia had been touched, known, appreciated as a mare truly wants and deserves.

At least, she felt bliss.

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Luna’s eyes blearily opened as she heard all of the commotion, not quite sure what to make of it at first. Over the sound of tectonic plates shifting, her alicorn hearing could detect the sound of Celestia moaning in ecstasy.

“What the fuck, Celestia,” she muttered before turning over and going back to sleep.