Chapter 1 - When One Plus One Sometimes Equals Three
In the magical land of Equestria, in the tallest tower, in the tallest castle, on the tallest mountain, two Princesses had reached an impasse.
“After you, Mrs. Twilight.”
“Oh no, after you, Mrs. Celestia.”
Princess Celestia and Princess Twilight Sparkle had come to a stop on the way to their chambers on the eve of the day when the two had finally been wed.
They went back and forth, neither wanting to let the other be the most gracious, until one of the two stoic Guardsponies serving as sentinels for the Princess’ quarters waved a hand glowing with magic, and opened the tall white and gold doorway for the newlyweds.
Trying to act like he hadn’t just interrupted two of his sovereigns, no matter how silly they may have been acting, the Guard bowed and tried to cut off any repercussions with a heartfelt, “Congratulations your Highnesses, we wish you both the best.”
He signalled his counterpart about as subtly as a rescue flare, and the other Guard added his own hasty bow and slightly more rushed, “Congratulations.”
The brides shared a look, and a smile, and decided to let the slight pass, knowing that these young stallions would be watching over them diligently to ensure nothing and no one interrupted their wedding night.
Celestia brought back a little of her regal composure, mostly discarded from the joyous day and the flow of champagne, to address her personal Guards, “Thank you both for the well wishes. I truly appreciate your dedication to our well-being, and your willingness to protect us at our most vulnerable time.”
The Guards straightened up and even seemed to puff out their chests at the praise, trying not to let their proud smiles turn to grins.
But they weren’t completely off the hook.
Celestia’s grin took on a decidedly lascivious tilt, a surprise in and of itself to the colts, “Of course, I hope you poor boys aren’t squeamish, what with the things you’ll be hearing tonight. It is our wedding night after all. At least it should help you both keep from falling asleep at your post.”
The lad’s faces lit up like candles, their eyes going wide as saucers, utterly taken by surprise at the intimations of their ruler.
If anyone could match them blush for blush, it was Twilight. Ignoring her wife’s giggling at the three’s expense, Twilight grabbed Celestia’s hand and bade the blushing boys a crisp, “Good night!” And hauled Celestia into the hall outside their rooms.
Twilight turned to Celestia before they reached the door, a rosy tint still evident on her cheeks, “Was the teasing really necessary?”
Celestia answered her, “Oh of course. I couldn’t just let them get away with that cheeky move with the door, now could I?" Celestia pulled closer to Twilight and reached a hand out to caress her love’s cheek when she said, “And besides, you turn the most adorable shade of plum when you’re embarrassed.”
Twilight, still slightly non-plussed at the teasing, but appreciating the intimate moment, finished the discussion with a final, “We’re using a sound-proofing spell.”
Celestia grinned for the second time in as many minutes and said, “Of course we are, but they don’t know that. Although, I’m sure they’ll figure it out after a few hours.”
Twilight rolled her eyes, but still smiled at the more fun-loving side of her wife that few ever got to see. Finally deciding that there had been entirely too much banter so close to the bedroom, Twilight dispensed with the words, encircled her arms around Celestia’s waist, and pulled her in for a loving kiss.
Celestia closed her eyes and reciprocated immediately, tilting her head down so her muzzle could reach Twilight’s without having to bend down. It wasn’t a heated kiss, but neither was it the relatively chaste kisses they’d shared during the reception. It was a kiss that said “This is where I belong,” with lips, but no words.
Celestia brought her own hands to her lover’s waist and began to slide them up and down, appreciating Twilight’s form with her sense of touch alone.
Twilight’s body had taken to becoming a Princess very well. She soaked up the magic of the three tribes like a sponge, and in turn her body had grown in very appreciable ways.
The most obvious change was, of course, the lavender wings folded at her back, sleek and glimmering, well taken care of for her wedding day.
But to anyone who never knew she’d been born a Unicorn, it would be beyond obvious she was a Princess thanks to her incredible height. Twilight had grown like a weed after her ascension, at almost seven feet tall she was the second tallest of the Alicorns, shorter than her beloved Celestia by only six inches.
Princess Luna had not been particularly happy the day she realized she had to look *up* at a mare over a thousand years her junior.
The aspects of Earth and Pegasus had left Twilight with a sleek but toned body, well-suited for the adventuring she and her friends had been partaking in for the last few years. Her flared hips and cushy rear were the only evidence of her relatively sedentary lifestyle before moving to Ponyville.
Although Celestia loved her wife’s modest C-cup breasts just as much as the rest of her, she brought her pale hands to rest on the curve of Twilight’s waist and squeezed her favorite part of Twilight’s body.
Though, there was one new feature she had every intention of exploring later, and she expected it to rank quite high.
Celestia’s squeeze caused Twilight to pause their kiss for an intake of breath, and Celestia used the opportunity to invade her wife’s mouth with her tongue, goading Twilight into something a little more passionate.
It worked like a charm, and soon Twilight was pressing Celestia to the wall beside their door and battling for dominance with her own tongue.
Twilight figured it was time for her own hands to explore, her right hand moving down to feel Celestia’s plump derriere and the left moving up to massage her wife’s breast through the silky wedding dress she wore.
If Twilight’s butt was “curvy,” then Celestia’s could only be described as voluptuous. Her wide, foal-bearing hips supported an ass and flank that extended behind her noticeably, and jiggled with every step, curving down toward lusciously thick legs that showed how much Celestia had taken after the Earth pony side. Twilight’s love was truly like some ancient Earth Pony fertility Goddess.
Her upper body, padded slightly with a few too many sweets here and there, with broad shoulders and a solid physique, carried the weight of the biggest breasts in all Equestria. The Sun Shepherd’s cup-defying mammaries were the epitome of femininity, and the wet-dream of just about every red-blooded pony in the country. On a smaller mare, they would have been laughably large, but even on Celestia’s seven-and-a-half-foot frame they were truly gigantic. They hung heavily on her chest, the bottoms nearly resting on her barely noticeable tummy.
At the moment, they were doing one of Twilight’s favorite things, and squishing against her own upper body as she voraciously made out with their owner. When she finally pinned Celestia’s tongue in her own mouth, she ran her own wet muscle over Celestia’s pearly whites and decided it was high time they take things to the bedroom.
While Celestia was still caught up in the kiss, Twilight leaned down, moved one arm to Celestia’s back and the other arm under her legs, and lifted Celestia up in one swift motion, to carry her beloved over the threshold to their suite.
Celestia made a surprised sound at the sudden shift, but blushed and smiled beautifully at her new wife, “You know, this tradition is even older than I am.”
Twilight simply gave her a happy smile while the tell-tale glow of her magic unlocked and opened the door for them to walk through.
After she’d been set down, Celestia brought Twilight in for yet another kiss, “I love you, Twilight.”
Twilight returned the kiss lovingly and replied, “I love you too, Celestia.” Twilight smoothed out her dress and shyly asked, “I hope carrying you over the threshold wasn’t too cheesy.”
Celestia smiled at her love, gave her a quick peck on lips, and answered, “Maybe a little, but I thought it was very sweet.”
Twilight smiled bashfully, hugged her new bride, and brought their lips together yet again.
Before they could get too caught up in another kiss, Celestia slapped her wife’s ass lightly, startling Twilight out of her love-drunk trance. “We’d better get out of these dresses and freshen up,” Celestia’s visage turned downright predatory while looking at Twilight, enough so that Twilight had to suppress the urge to gulp cartoonishly.
Celestia patted her belly, “You have a job to do tonight, my love. The sooner we get to it, the more chances we’ll have.”
Celestia may as well have been talking to air. If it weren’t for the fact that there was no tell-tale magenta flash, Celestia was certain Twilight had just teleported to the bathroom.
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A few minutes and many discarded garments later, the newlyweds stood before the bed in all their naked glory, holding hands and looking to each other lovingly.
“Are you ready, Twilight?” began Princess Celestia, “We’ve been through a lot to get here. Starting a family is a big step.” For once in her thousands of years of life, Celestia actually seemed uncertain. And she showed it only to Twilight.
Twilight, however, was uncharacteristically confident, “Ready to start a family with the woman I love? We worked our tails off to make sure we’d have everything prepared to have this chance. We’re going to use it.”
For the second time that night, Twilight mare-handled her wife, and began carrying Celestia bridal style once again. Twilight walked around the side and laid Celestia on the enormous, Princess sized 4-poster like the precious creature she was, and then joined her beautiful wife on their wedding bed.
They simply laid there for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes, basking in the knowledge that after all their trials, from fantastic adventures, to foolish bureaucracy, they had finally been wed.
Celestia broke the silence first, while she began stroking Twilight on the thigh, “I hope the dress was big enough to leave some room for your ‘present’, I know Rarity had no knowledge of it.”
Both mare’s gazes went to a piece of Twilight’s anatomy that hadn’t been there until that morning. Princess Twilight Sparkle was sporting a rather impressive semi-erection, a black and lavender horsecock hanging out of a fuzzy purple sheath, standing proud above a pair of even more impressive soft-ball sized testicles.
Twilight blushed a deep purple once again, and shuddered in both apprehension and arousal, and she said, “I know we needed to give it time for me to be fully... virile, but it was definitely a big distraction during certain parts of the wedding. I don’t think I would have been able to hide it if you hadn’t decided to ‘playfully’ sit in my lap after our last dance.”
Celestia smiled like the cat who’d caught the canary once again, “Oh trust me, my love,” to emphasize her point, Celestia moved her hand from Twilight’s hip to her hardening member, “It was absolutely my pleasure.”
Twilight gasped and, if possible, blushed even brighter. Touching her own brand new stallionhood had already been intense the few times it happened throughout the day, now that Celestia was lightly stroking the swiftly stiffening rod, she felt like her thoughts were melting away, being replaced by the pleasure signals from her novel anatomy.
Before she lost herself fully to the sensations, Twilight looked back to her bride and asked, “What about your present? I definitely used enough power to induce estrus like our ancestors had. Shouldn’t you… ya know, smell like a mare in heat and be begging to be rutted?”
Celestia’s chuckled at her love’s candor, but took on a look of contemplation. Still, she didn’t stop continuing to tease her lavender lover’s endowment, her dexterous ministrations already rewarded with a trickle of pre-cum. With a thoughtful hum, she said, “I suppose it depends on exactly how you formed the spell. Perhaps it requires some further trigger?”
Twilight thought she liked the sound of that, “I don’t think I added any such thing to the spell, but maybe if I get you ‘ready’ the old fashioned way…” Twilight left the thought hanging in the air.
Celestia made an approving sound in her throat and smiled once again. She leaned back in the bed, and said, “Well I certainly like the sound of your latest experiment, Twilight. Please, do continue.”
Twilight latched onto the more familiar territory and pulled herself up in order to give her Princess yet another passionate kiss. This had the fortunate and unfortunate side effect of grinding her turgid length against Celestia’s hip as she changed position, turning her on even more. But the moment was about Celestia, and after the heated kiss Twilight began to make her way further south, worshipping the Sun Goddess’ body like it deserved.
She started with wet kisses down Celestia’s jaw, Twilight tasted her love’s sweat and the lilac scented soap that was her favorite. Twilight’s kisses made their way down Celestia’s swan-like neck, and she added her hands to the experience. One was busy holding herself up over her wife’s prone form, but her right hand began caressing the Alicorn’s curves lovingly.
When Twilight got to Celestia’s breasts she pulled back a moment to give them her undivided attention. Celestia’s huge melons fell to either side of her resting form, even an immortal’s perkiness no match for the force of gravity on such bodacious bosoms. Twilight made up for it by taking the globes in her hands and bringing them up so she could lavish attention on the royal nipples.
It wasn’t long before Celestia’s pretty pink nipples were hard and sensitive, one tweaked by the experienced hand of her lavender lover, the other getting a thorough lashing from Twilight’s tongue. Celestia’s nipples were not small, relative to even her mammoth mammaries, but not one inch of her stiff nips or puffy areolae was spared from Twilight’s adoration. Twilight switched teats, and after coating the other nipple with saliva, she suddenly sucked on it, hard.
Celestia had been enjoying the attention up to this point, but had barely been breathing heavily in arousal. When Twilight gave her sensitive tit a good suck, she finally gasped in pleasure, letting it out in a pleased coo.
That particular mission accomplished, Twilight continued her slow, teasing journey to the Royal Treasury once more. She continued her kisses across Celestia’s belly, and for the first time imagined what it might be like carrying their foal. Twilight had to admit, the thought didn’t just please her for starting a family. If the powerful throb of her rock hard cock was any indication, it liked the thought of Celestia with a big pregnant belly, too.
With only a little more teasing, Twilight looked up to Celestia’s flushed face, waited til she caught Celestia’s eye, and finally dove muzzle-first into her wife’s honeypot. Many bouts of lovemaking had taught Twilight how to play Celestia like a fiddle, well before they tied the knot, and Twilight being Twilight, she wielded that knowledge with impunity. Clitoral stimulation was the name of the game, and Twilight was a champion.
Celestia moaned Twilight’s name as she gave Celestia’s winking clit several long slow licks, never straying far from the big pink pleasure button. Twilight gave Celestia’s shining pussy lips plenty of loving attention, but any time she did she made sure to have a finger or two stroking Celestia’s nub.
Celestia felt warmth blossoming in her core as Twilight worked her over. At first she thought she was just on a hair trigger, ready to cum right away on the eve of her wedding, but the thought was dismissed when the heat only seemed to intensify, rather than turning into that delicious tight ball of need ready to be loosed with an orgasm.
While Celestia was figuring out that Twilight’s present had begun to work, on an intellectual level, Twilight had a front row seat to the results. Celestia’s snatch was now absolutely dripping with arousal, an amount of mare juices Twilight would normally only see on some of their longest nights of lovemaking. Instead of the occasional slow wink she was used to, Celestia’s clit seemed to be trying to draw attention to itself, contracting almost constantly, a sure indication that her inner muscles were straining to grab hold of an object that wasn’t there yet.
If that weren’t enough, Twilight normally loved the smell of Celestia’s arousal, but now she felt like she wanted it, like she needed it. Her mare’s scent was thick in her muzzle and in her lungs, heavy, like it had weight. Each breath made Twilight’s body surge with hormones, her already stiff prick twitching with its own need.
Twilight sucked powerfully on Celestia’s clit, causing the alabaster Alicorn to cry out Twilight’s name once again, partially breaking Twilight out of her trance and drawing her lover’s eyes like moths to a flame.
Celestia looked into her wife’s eyes and, through the fog of lust, saw things she’d seen a thousand times before, from a thousand other ponies. Adoration, devotion, and of course love.
But it wasn’t as strong as the adoration of a crowd watching their ruler raise the Sun on the Solstice. It wasn’t as strong as the devotion of a soldier who would lay down their life for Princess and Equestria. It wasn’t as strong as the love of a child and their favorite parent.
It was stronger.
Celestia knew, as she knew when she said “yes” all those months ago, that she wanted to be with Twilight Sparkle forever. She also knew she wanted to have Twilight Sparkle’s children.
Right now.
“Twilight, I need you! I need you in me!” Celestia finished her declaration with a shout, and thrashed her head back into the pillows of the bed.
Twilight was slightly worried at the pained sounds coming from her wife at the moment, but her rigid stallionhood knew exactly what they both needed. Twilight followed instincts she didn’t know she had, and climbed her way back to the bed.
Celestia’s legs had been spread to give Twilight room to get her going, but now the Sun Princess held her legs wide so that her lavender lover had unfettered access, every second without that throbbing purple stallion meat inside her pussy was worse than the last.
Twilight was just lining up her pre-dripping length with Celestia’s completely soaked entrance when she paused. Now that she was painfully hard, she’d guess that her prodigious pony pecker was a foot and a half long if it was an inch. Although Celestia had effectively “made” her new toy, she was worried she would hurt her beloved with the spire of virility she now possessed.
Celestia saw Twilight’s hesitation, and she couldn’t take the waiting any longer but, remembering the earlier conversation about a mare in heat, she had an idea of what could get her the relief she needed. “Twilight,” Celestia began breathlessly, “Fuck me, Twilight. Mount me, rut me, stud me, make me your mare, give me your foals,” Celestia was practically crying in desperation, the magical estrus almost enough to cause physical pain, “BREED ME, Twilight!”
Twilight’s higher brain functions had no idea what happened, as they were shoved aside in favor of her more primal faculties. All hesitation gone, instead of crawling up to meet Celestia further on the bed, Twilight grabbed Celestia by the flank, pulled her to the edge and positively speared her wife on her eighteen plus inches of throbbing stallion meat.
Both mares cried out, in pain at the sudden intrusion and crushing tightness, in exaltation at finally being connected in that most intimate of ways.
Some of what made Twilight Twilight came back, and she asked Celestia, “Do you need a minute to get used to it? It feels like a really tight fit.” Twilight hoped Celestia didn’t need too long, after Celestia’s inner walls began to stretch to accomodate her stallionhood’s girth, the intense tightness had subsided into an all consuming pressure that practically had her drooling for more.
Celestia, who had momentarily checked out from the pleasure of finally being filled, brought her eyes back out of her head and genuinely scowled at her wife, “Twilight, I love you with all my heart, but by the stars if you don’t start fucking a baby into me right now you’ll be spending our honeymoon on the actual moon.”
Twilight snorted in alarm and arousal, a combination she was worried she was starting to like after tonight, readjusted her grip on her love’s luscious legs, pulled her length almost all the way out, and plunged it right back in, all the way to the hilt. Twilight’s balls, that she could swear had gotten bigger over the course of the night, slapped against Celestia’s jiggling ass and both mares groaned in pleasure once again.
She started slow, and now that they weren’t overwhelmed with sensation, the feel of Twilight’s long even strokes were just getting better and better.
Twilight was intimately familiar with her wife’s love tunnel, but the intense pressure on her sensitive organ made it all the hotter, all the wetter. And every time her medial ring exited and re-entered Celestia’s treasure was a burst of pleasure that had her length throbbing in need.
Celestia had begun to lose herself to the pleasure from the other end. The furnace in her belly had settled into a slow burn, like it knew relief was on the way.
Twilight’s strong hands gripped her rear possessively, and each delicious thrust filled her in a way their toys could never imitate. Each slap of Twilight’s heavy orbs against her plush rear made her walls contract around Twilight’s length, trying to milk that obelisk of virility for the thick foal-making seed that her body craved so desperately. Now that they’d found a rhythm, Twilight got to work making her wife feel good. As she plunged her tool into Celestia over and over, Twilight grabbed the twin Sun cutie marks on Celestia’s thick flanks and squeezed.
Celestia moaned in appreciation, her pale cheeks getting redder and redder with passion and exertion, as Twilight brought them closer to their first completion as mare and wife.
Remembering something she’d read in a book for this very occasion, Twilight waited until the aching head of her member started to flare as she got closer to orgasm, and she pulled Celestia’s rear half a few inches into the air. With the change in position Twilight couldn’t get quite as deep into Celestia’s pussy as she had been, but each powerful thrust now had Twilight’s sensitive ring stroking Celestia’s winking clit, and her flaring head scraped gloriously over Celestia’s G-spot.
Celestia’s moans, that had been ringing musically in Twilight’s ears, transformed into outright screams of pleasure at the newest assault on her body. The tightness Celestia had expected earlier came rushing to make up for lost time, and after only a few more strokes, her orgasm crashed over her harder than any she remembered in a very long time. But, rather than her usual relaxed afterglow coming down from her hormone fueled high, Celestia was hornier than ever. The slow burn in her belly once again reaching a fevered pitch.
“Twilight,” Celestia moaned needily, “I need your cum. I need you to fill me up. Claim me, fill me with foals until everyone knows I belong to you, and only you, body and soul!” Once again imploring Twilight’s new biological need, Celestia used what little leverage she had to slam her aching quim onto Twilight’s pole, trying to get it deep inside her yet again.
Snorting like a bull in rut, Twilight changed position again and brought herself over Celestia’s voluptuous body, propping herself up with one hand on the bed. Her other hand went to caress and squeeze one of Celestia’s bouncing tits, and took the puffy pink nipple of the other into her mouth so she could give it some much needed attention with her tongue.
After a few moments, Twilight pulled all but the head of her foot and a half of stallion meat out of Celestia and plunged back in with a wet slap, her fat cum-filled balls smacking Celestia’s ass, and the flaring head of her stallionhood kissing her mare’s cervix, a promise of what was coming.
Celestia saw stars when her most intimate of intimates was reached, but before she could enjoy it, Twilight pulled back and sped up.
Twilight was no longer paying homage to the bounty of Celestia’s bust, but instead grabbed Celestia’s hands and held them to the bed, holding her still so Twilight could give her everything she needed, and more. Twilight’s eyes were glazed, every fiber of her being devoted to the crushing pressure and intense heat of Celestia’s sweet cavern, the desire to claim the mare she loved filling her with the need to breed.
Celestia managed to get Twilight’s attention well enough to mash their lips together for the first time since they began in earnest. She could feel Twilight’s pace getting faster and more erratic.
“Do it, Twilight. Cum in me. Fill me up with spunk until I can’t walk. Make me a mother!” Celestia’s inner walls clenched harder and harder, rhythmically milking Twilight’s girth on every trip out.
It didn’t take long, Twilight’s flare was already wide enough to make thrusting difficult, and her sloshing nuts heaved up towards her body, getting ready to deliver the load both mares were crying for. With Earth Pony strength Twilight pulled her flared head almost all the way out, and then careened right back into Celestia’s hole with the power of a freight train. Twilight’s drooling tip pressed firmly against Celestia’s inner opening, she cried Celestia’s name to the heavens and finally came.
The immense pressure that had been building since Celestia’s initial teasing finally released, Twilight fulfilled Celestia’s wishes and then some.
Even without extra stimulation, Celestia’s heat-addled form had a body-rocking orgasm at the feeling of finally being filled with virile cum, the thought of being impregnated more of a turn-on for the baby-crazy mare than anything else all night.
Twilight felt her girthy prick swell with each load, thick spunk travelling right to the entrance of Celestia’s fertile womb. Her orgasm never seemed to end.
After coming down from yet another heat-induced orgasm Celestia felt a new pressure in her gut. Twilight’s overactive gonads were still pouring seed directly into her womb, but Celestia could tell every crack and crevice had already been filled with sticky stallion spunk. By the time Twilight was finally done, Celestia’s soft tummy looked positively pudgy. She rubbed it affectionately, imagining the events taking place in her inner sanctum that would result in their child.
Celestia panted heavily and spoke softly to Twilight, voice already hoarse from her screams of pleasure, “That was incredible Twilight. I’ve never felt so full--”
Before Celestia could even finish her thought, Twilight started to move again.
Celestia groaned in part pain, part pleasure. After three incredible orgasms and her first fertile filling, her marehood was incredibly sensitive.
Twilight set Celestia to moaning once again when she changed their position, Celestia now lying on her side with Twilight behind her, a white leg held high by a purple arm as Twilight began to take her mare from behind. Not once during the transition did Twilight’s member abandon its new home in Celestia’s pussy, continuing the pounding Celestia knew she’d remember forever.
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Some time later, after another few rounds of breeding her mare as thoroughly as Equinely possible, Twilight slumped over on the bed to catch her breath, still making sure to leave her finally softening member in Celestia’s well-loved cunny to keep all of the night’s efforts inside. “So,” Twilight began while stroking Celestia’s side lovingly, “do you think it’ll take?”
Panting from her own exertions, and having received the rutting of her several millenia of life, Celestia replied after a moment of rest, “My love... if that didn’t start our family this very night, I’ll buy you a bookstore.”
Without even having to see Twilight open her mouth to ask for clarification, Celestia continued, “Not a book, a bookstore. A big one.” To emphasize her point, Celestia loosely grabbed her wife’s hand and laid it lovingly on something big, soft, and warm.
It was Celestia’s belly.
Full, and round, and filled to the brim with quarts of potent seed. It was almost taut, but still squeezable, like an overfilled waterbed. Twilight pressed in slightly, and was rewarded with an audible gurgling sound. The lavender Alicorn was stunned, and aroused, at her own virility. Twilight began stroking the stretched skin containing Celestia’s overfilled womb, and found herself smiling giddily. Celestia was pregnant. She had to be, or at least soon would be.
With her belly stuffed with spunk, Celestia could easily pass for a pregnant mare already, and Twilight could just imagine that she was stroking Celestia’s gravid form, heavy and swollen with foal. She imagined feeling their child moving within its Mother, healthy and nearly ready to join them in Equestria. Her own son or daughter, made with the love of her life, best friend and partner in all things, her wife Celestia.
Celestia had already fallen asleep, thanks to the exhausting bout of lovemaking, the warmth in her belly, and the comfort of Twilight holding her close and stroking her lovingly.
Without once moving her hands from her beautiful bride, Twilight called on the magenta aura of her magic to bring the discarded covers back and snuggled in further.
Still stroking the warm, full mass of her lover’s fecund form, Twilight joined her bride in the land of dreams.