Trapped in Equestria 3.0 {The REAL Rp}

[Meds]

The tiny mare takes another piece of the giant cookie and levitates it towards the nymph in case she completely eats the first one.


Then she mentally contacts her beloved necromancer: 'Hey Bones, I think one of our little nymphs is having a very adorable dream over here. Do you happen to know a spell so we can see what she's dreaming about?'

The sleeping squeaker smells the cookie first: her tiny nose twitches followed by her eyelids flickering lightly before her maw opens up just enough for the nymph to latch onto the cookie piece and crls around it possessively. Once her grip is secure the tiny nymph's dreams continue sedately as faint squeaks of joy rise from her. Unaffected by this, the clod still remains up above her raining light drizzle on her carapace that is shining faintly from the wetness.


Chroma' call receives a confirmation from a nearby shadow. A few squeaks of a nymph later a very familiar necromancer appears sans his black robes: instead the pallid white necromancer has the Crimson Puppeteer curled around his form. Fibra is clearly asleep and enjoying hugging her form around the necromancer whose facial expression is a mix of incredulity, amusement, a tint of embarrassment and just plain love at the ladies. He smiles at both Bene and Chroma before reaching through the air to kiss both gently hello before mentally offering the two a distinctly formed mental construction of the Art as well as the instructions thereof.


He has constructed a mental bridge of sorts which either of the ladies can easily channel like their horns in order to reach out to the little squeaker - the tall unicorn mentally remarks that the nymph's colloquial name is N'm, since as the ladies can see she enjoys nomming on things, including cookies, sweets, shed chitin, tails, manes and especially a parent's tail or mane. The necromancer looks at either one and offers his mind for questions just in case while also looking at N'm with a familiar pride and almost failing to hide his silly smile at the nomming nymph.

Still reeling from the drinkable Goop, Amity turns her attention to the 'food' selection, not wanting a moment to recover or rest, instead desiring deeply to be overwhelmed and washed away further by the loving domination of her Owner. After all, what kind of Pet would hesitate or rest when there are more treats in front of her.

The goop in the water bowl may have been thick but it was fluid still. The goop in the feeding bowl reflects the solid state of whatever darkness the bowls are made of: not only do the bowls absorb the light around them making the dark purple magma-like substance shine like raw malevolence but from it rise clear fumes that all but hunt down the pet's nose; already a thick cloud of invasive scents has grown over the feeding bowl and the closer Amity approaches the bigger the bowl seems to grow and still remains at a distance: something strange is up or The Empress is up to something truly nefarious.


Yet despite this highly suspicious circumstance there rises a highly pleased purring sound behind Amity that comes from only one empress in the world. Her purrs rise with a strength that is audible, meaning the Empress is highly pleased with her pet so far.

 

[JDeko]

The goop in the water bowl may have been thick but it was fluid still. The goop in the feeding bowl reflects the solid state of whatever darkness the bowls are made of: not only do the bowls absorb the light around them making the dark purple magma-like substance shine like raw malevolence but from it rise clear fumes that all but hunt down the pet's nose; already a thick cloud of invasive scents has grown over the feeding bowl and the closer Amity approaches the bigger the bowl seems to grow and still remains at a distance: something strange is up or The Empress is up to something truly nefarious.


Yet despite this highly suspicious circumstance there rises a highly pleased purring sound behind Amity that comes from only one empress in the world. Her purrs rise with a strength that is audible, meaning the Empress is highly pleased with her pet so far.

The pleased purrs are as if the sweetest melody in the world is being poured directly into Amity's brain, spurring the Princess on as she continues to head for the bowl no matter how it may seem to keep moving away from her. The scent is truly wonderful, causing Amity's mouth to water more with every step, making her want the bowl more and more by the moment. In that bowl is Amity's reward for being a good Pet, and that makes its contents exceptionally valuable and the very existence of it makes the Princess' heart feel like it will explode with love. This walk could go on forever and Amity would never find herself less honored to be the Pet of such a wonderful and loving Owner.

 

[Meds]

This walk could go on forever and Amity would never find herself less honored to be the Pet of such a wonderful and loving Owner.

The distance stretches on and on as every step closes the distance despite its every effort to grow. By perhaps the fiftieth step Amity can hear the wind in that long, silken mane whistling as the silvery light underhoof bubbles up reflecting Amity mood - almost hiding the sound of something larger than life rising behind Amity to loom over the universe as that bowl draws closer, closer, closer... and then suddenly it rests under Amity's snout as a pool with its sides stretching to the edges of the horizon as the thick, semi-solid goop remains still no longer and bubbles visible, reaching up like some kinky ooze that pours out thicker layers of that same inviting scent which called to Amity so long before but where it used to be a scented cloud it is now  thick, cloying, all-encompassing almost like some manner of a sentient storm front, all of which rises from that large cauldron the marshmallow pet is now gazing down at: the colors shuffle as the unicorn watches and feels that presence far behind approaching slowly while hearing the goop's siren song calling for the chosen pet to come forth and take a taste of the divine pet offering.

 

[JDeko]

The distance stretches on and on as every step closes the distance despite its every effort to grow. By perhaps the fiftieth step Amity can hear the wind in her mane whistling as the silvery light underhoof bubbles up reflecting Amity mood - almost hiding the sound of something larger than life rising behind Amity to loom over the universe as that bowl draws closer, closer, closer... and then suddenly it rests under Amity's snout as a pool with its sides stretching to the edges of the horizon as the thick, semi-solid goop remains still no longer and bubbles visible, reaching up like some kinky ooze that pours out thicker layers of that same inviting scent which called to Amity so long before but where it used to be a scented cloud it is now  thick, cloying, all-encompassing almost like some manner of a sentient storm front, all of which rises from that large cauldron the marshmallow pet is now gazing down at: the colors shuffle as the unicorn watches and feels that presence far behind approaching slowly while hearing the goop's siren song calling for the chosen pet to come forth and take a taste of the divine pet offering.

Amity needs no coaxing to answer the call and dips her lips and tongue to the surface to taste the wonderful treat she has been given. Her heart flutters at the thought alone, of being presented with and pressured to partake of her Owner's goop poured out into a dish for her Pet to eat and eat until she can't eat anymore. 


As the first bit of the new Goop enters the Unicorn's mouth she can feel her whole body glow, her heart aching with thankfulness and all other thoughts leave her mind but to enjoy what her Empress has given her as a reward.

 

[Meds]

As the first bit of the new Goop enters the Unicorn's mouth she can feel her whole body glow, her heart aching with thankfulness and all other thoughts leave her mind but to enjoy what her Empress has given her as a reward.

First there is a swirl of taste that becomes a roaring maelstrom,  then screaming vortex , then a wailing black hole and then...a singularity of taste.  


As Amity's mind reels under the singularity the likes of which no mortal pet has ever experienced The Empress finally strides over, setting herself far and above her pet, looming now physically over Amity very much like a sun above a small settlement; she rests a fraction of her weight upon her imperial pet's body subtly pressing that small marshmallow deeper into the bowl - and at that moment the goop leaps up entombing first the unicorn's head entirely until Amity's entire world is drowning in a single scent that subsumes even that revolution of taste, yet the goop also climbs higher still but at a crawl, seeping into the unicorn's body all over as well as the pet's garments before overflowing them to create an entirely new surface over everything...

 

[JDeko]

First there is a swirl of taste that becomes a roaring maelstrom,  then screaming vortex , then a wailing black hole and then...a singularity of taste.  


As Amity's mind reels under the singularity the likes of which no mortal pet has ever experienced The Empress finally strides over, setting herself far and above her pet, looming now physically over Amity very much like a sun above a small settlement; she rests a fraction of her weight upon her imperial pet's body subtly pressing that small marshmallow deeper into the bowl - and at that moment the goop leaps up entombing first the unicorn's head entirely until Amity's entire world is drowning in a single scent that subsumes even that revolution of taste, yet the goop also climbs higher still but at a crawl, seeping into the unicorn's body all over as well as the pet's garments before overflowing them to create an entirely new surface over everything...

Amity moans deeply into the Goop coating her, the feeling of her whole world becoming a Goopy singularity too much to even comprehend let alone express in anything other than raw, primal pleasure. Knowing that her beloved Empress and Owner is so carefully and subtly, but powerfully pressing her into the Goop and making sure Amity cannot escape it in even the slightest, making sure the Royal Pet is completely coated and held within the thick substance renders Amity a trembling utter mess for Segment. Unashamedly so.


Having been teased, toyed with, loved, cherished, and positively fulfilled for all this time Amity's body finally deems it time to express its thanks physically. By the time the Goop fully swallows the Princess Amity explodes into a galaxy-shaking orgasm, her maleness popping free of the pre and Goop soaked panties to fire rope after rope of hot seed into the thick fluid coating the Marshmallow all over, the intervals coming so quickly Amity fears for a moment she might asphyxiate from her constant moans with no time to breathe.


The feeling of the Goop crawling across her body, coating every bit of her, mercilessly leaving no spot unmolested not only amplifies the intensity of the climaxes that feel like pulsars firing out of a black hole against the Princess' prostate but threatens to even eclipse the orgasms themselves.  As brain-melting as the quaking recoils of her shaft may be, feeling a stream of salty DNA so thick and under such pressure it might cut through a solid steel plate, the feeling of Segment's treat rubbing and holding her Pet all over continually draws her attention away to how sticky and wonderful her whole body feels.


As impossible as it might've seemed a moment ago this Goopy coating feels magnitudes better than even the Royal Thorax that had gotten the Princess all sticky and wet previously. Blinded by the Goop, which only serves to accentuate the pleasure by robbing her of even more of her agency, the Pet feels like and even sees her Empress' hooves all over her as if hundreds of Segments are touching her everywhere at once kissing and coating her in Goopy kisses in more places than she can even feel at once. This image tears Amity back to the feelings exploding from her panties, the thought of her Owner's lips assault every bit of her at once causes her bone crushing orgasm to grow to the point of a miniature  Big Bang erupting from her overstimulated urethra and causing her nerves to burn from the maddening sensations the adhesive coating is causing her. Shivers rip through her after every heavy blast of semen, the rippling of her skin only adding to the feeling of this Goop sticking to every atom of her skin.


Screaming and crumpling in pleasure, Amity feels her whole world fade into Segment's shade as her universe closes in on her.

 

[Torzar]

The sleeping squeaker smells the cookie first: her tiny nose twitches followed by her eyelids flickering lightly before her maw opens up just enough for the nymph to latch onto the cookie piece and crls around it possessively. Once her grip is secure the tiny nymph's dreams continue sedately as faint squeaks of joy rise from her. Unaffected by this, the clod still remains up above her raining light drizzle on her carapace that is shining faintly from the wetness.


Chroma' call receives a confirmation from a nearby shadow. A few squeaks of a nymph later a very familiar necromancer appears sans his black robes: instead the pallid white necromancer has the Crimson Puppeteer curled around his form. Fibra is clearly asleep and enjoying hugging her form around the necromancer whose facial expression is a mix of incredulity, amusement, a tint of embarrassment and just plain love at the ladies. He smiles at both Bene and Chroma before reaching through the air to kiss both gently hello before mentally offering the two a distinctly formed mental construction of the Art as well as the instructions thereof.


He has constructed a mental bridge of sorts which either of the ladies can easily channel like their horns in order to reach out to the little squeaker - the tall unicorn mentally remarks that the nymph's colloquial name is N'm, since as the ladies can see she enjoys nomming on things, including cookies, sweets, shed chitin, tails, manes and especially a parent's tail or mane. The necromancer looks at either one and offers his mind for questions just in case while also looking at N'm with a familiar pride and almost failing to hide his silly smile at the nomming nymph.

The elemental mare takes the opportunity to boop the much larger necromancer's nose as she kisses back.


"Hello my beloved necromancer." she giggles, making her voice sound quite squeaky, "Shall we see in what kind of personal paradise our little N'm is right now? I wonder if mommy and daddy also appear in it... and how..."


"I do have questions, though: Are we able to interact with anything in the dream or are we mere observers? Also, are we affected by the nymph's imagination in any way? I mean, I'm no expert, but I know that some creatures can conciously control and alter their dreams to some degree, which could include us."

 

[Meds]

The elemental mare takes the opportunity to boop the much larger necromancer's nose as she kisses back.


"Hello my beloved necromancer." she giggles, making her voice sound quite squeaky, "Shall we see in what kind of personal paradise our little N'm is right now? I wonder if mommy and daddy also appear in it... and how..."


"I do have questions, though: Are we able to interact with anything in the dream or are we mere observers? Also, are we affected by the nymph's imagination in any way? I mean, I'm no expert, but I know that some creatures can conciously control and alter their dreams to some degree, which could include us."

The necromancer receives the boop with a beaming smile. 'Hello my precious little elementalist.' he greets Chroma in return and notes the Bene seems to have fallen asleep, finding that adorable almost on par with the sleep-nomming nymph. 'I can assure you that we are safe from our little dreamer. We can enter her dream and watch as long as we do not attempt to interact with it but if you exert your will enough you can enter it. I cannot guarantee she cannot affect you in her dream if you interact with the dream but your Art talent should keep you stable even if our dreamer has some silly ideas.' Rather than continue, the necromancer projects into Chroma's mind an amusing silly notion of what Chroma looks like from a nymph's perspective except made of literal waterparks and waterfalls with massive mammaries interposed at random places, all of it radiating maternal love.

Screaming and crumpling in pleasure, Amity feels her whole world fade into Segment's shade as her universe closes in on her.

Through the entire ordeal beginning from that split second the goop first pounces on Amity stretching beyond the point where the pet is entombed in the thick purple goo until she hears the final muffled sound stretching out from her pet underneath her - exactly where Segment wills her pet to be, The Empress mentally notes with a very distinct smile on her lips, a smile that she notes stretches from one corner of her mouth to the other and widens with every sound or twitch she picks up - enjoying the wild storm of emotions the Imperial Pet is creating underneath her most focused place in her body: not only does Segment let her body press further down on Amity all but forcing her pet to delve into that bowl but she allows her Imperial Scepter to finally delve out in all its size and weigh down upon her pet's exposed entrance right as she lets her mind eclipse her pet's - for no reason other than wanting to overwhelm her pet further still.

 

[JDeko]

The necromancer receives the boop with a beaming smile. 'Hello my precious little elementalist.' he greets Chroma in return and notes the Bene seems to have fallen asleep, finding that adorable almost on par with the sleep-nomming nymph. 'I can assure you that we are safe from our little dreamer. We can enter her dream and watch as long as we do not attempt to interact with it but if you exert your will enough you can enter it. I cannot guarantee she cannot affect you in her dream if you interact with the dream but your Art talent should keep you stable even if our dreamer has some silly ideas.' Rather than continue, the necromancer projects into Chroma's mind an amusing silly notion of what Chroma looks like from a nymph's perspective except made of literal waterparks and waterfalls with massive mammaries interposed at random places, all of it radiating maternal love.

Benevolence is in fact not asleep, but waiting patiently on the theory posed by Chroma. In the meantime the Queen postulates how many gum drops could be stacked atop the sleeping Nymph's head without toppling over and/or waking the Nymph up.

Through the entire ordeal beginning from that split second the goop first pounces on Amity stretching beyond the point where the pet is entombed in the thick purple goo until she hears the final muffled sound stretching out from her pet underneath her - exactly where Segment wills her pet to be, The Empress mentally notes with a very distinct smile on her lips, a smile that she notes stretches from one corner of her mouth to the other and widens with every sound or twitch she picks up - enjoying the wild storm of emotions the Imperial Pet is creating underneath her most focused place in her body: not only does Segment let her body press further down on Amity all but forcing her pet to delve into that bowl but she allows her Imperial Scepter to finally delve out in all its size and weigh down upon her pet's exposed entrance right as she lets her mind eclipse her pet's - for no reason other than wanting to overwhelm her pet further still.

Prolific as her augmented production may be, even Amity's prostate will eventually run out of seed, especially with how hard her orgasms came from the mixture of teasing and transcendent sensation of being completely coated in Royal Goop.  Her breathing ragged and still dripping with sensuality, the Royal Pet lets out many a pleased and affirming coo as her Owner presses down on her more and more, driving her face deeper and deeper into her feeding bowl and trapping the Princess still more under her Empress. Amity loves this feeling of immobilization and claim with her every cell, knowing every gram of weight on her makes it just that much more difficult to move even the slightest bit.


As she feels her marehood's familiar mate pressing at her entrance the Pet Princess realizes she has already been placed in her proper position: face down, plot up, presenting like a proper female wishing to be mounted and rutted into a puddle of satisfied bliss. The fact that her whole body is stick and coated in a thick layer of Royal fluids as well as gallons of her own soaking her belly, chest, and chin. And most of all that her face: the source of such pride and individual identity to the mare, is sinking deeper and deeper into a pet bowl full of her Owner's intoxicating ejaculate, the scent, feel, taste, the sound of it sucking and slurping as she sinks in and the fact that even with her eyes glued shut by it that its visage is crystal clear in her mind. As much as Amity's pants and whimpers are expressions of physical pleasure they equally representative of her psychological comfort and contentment, and her emotional fulfillment to be held down and mounted by the Empress she loves so deeply. That her Owner not only knows just how to love her Pet so well, but takes such joy in doing so allows Amity to relax her every muscle and drop every layer of mental protection, to be at peace with her place right here and now.

Welcoming the long awaited shaft, Amity's ring kisses at the tip of Segment's endowment to make it perfectly clear the Pet is ready to accommodate her Owner's needs in all ways she can. 

 

[Meds]

Welcoming the long awaited shaft, Amity's ring kisses at the tip of Segment's endowment to make it perfectly clear the Pet is ready to accommodate her Owner's needs in all ways she can. 

The Empress smirks wider to such degree that her lips hurt and her imperial scepter drips something viscous already right to her pet's entrance yet she holds back; with a hiss, a purr and a deep breath each one so loud it fills the air before echoing from the distant walls, the large empress wills herself to hold right on the peak as she shivers while reaching her magic to press her pet's head into the bowl. The unicorn's head is deeper still in that thick goop which does nto overflow despite the unicorn's head displacing more and more of the goo within its brims as the substance instead slowly keeps climbing upwards to keep covering Amity in a suit of some kind: the layers have only reached part Amity's neck as the goop first saturates the pet's fur along with gear before proceeding but this suits The Empress perfectly.


And speaking of suits, seeing the first trails along the unicorn's own horn makes The Empress pause to reach out her tongue and slither it along that long spiral just so to coat it in her saliva knowing full well it is liable to cause a high-frequency feedback into Amity's brain, risking either an overload or oversensitivity to endorphins that The Empress fully plans on hammering her pet's mind with. Furthermore, Segment breathes out via her mouth, teasing the horn still as she eyes the goop her pet's head sinks into, smelling the potency so clearly her eyes roll from the rush it brings.

 

[JDeko]

The Empress smirks wider to such degree that her lips hurt and her imperial scepter drips something viscous already right to her pet's entrance yet she holds back; with a hiss, a purr and a deep breath each one so loud it fills the air before echoing from the distant walls, the large empress wills herself to hold right on the peak as she shivers while reaching her magic to press her pet's head into the bowl. The unicorn's head is deeper still in that thick goop which does nto overflow despite the unicorn's head displacing more and more of the goo within its brims as the substance instead slowly keeps climbing upwards to keep covering Amity in a suit of some kind: the layers have only reached part Amity's neck as the goop first saturates the pet's fur along with gear before proceeding but this suits The Empress perfectly.


And speaking of suits, seeing the first trails along the unicorn's own horn makes The Empress pause to reach out her tongue and slither it along that long spiral just so to coat it in her saliva knowing full well it is liable to cause a high-frequency feedback into Amity's brain, risking either an overload or oversensitivity to endorphins that The Empress fully plans on hammering her pet's mind with. Furthermore, Segment breathes out via her mouth, teasing the horn still as she eyes the goop her pet's head sinks into, smelling the potency so clearly her eyes roll from the rush it brings.

Feeling the tip of Segment's egg-layer hovering over her extremely sensitive ring has the Princess shivering with desire. Amity tries to bite her lip but the feeling of the Goop tugging her face back to the exact position it was when it first met the bowl, even the slightest movement countered by and impossibly sticky and sensual tugging, has Segment's Pet gasping in bliss. As she feels her face sinking even deeper Amity trembles in anticipation as it seems the Goop just keeps getting thicker and stickier as impossible as that is to believe.


Hearing her Owner's pleasured breathing sets Amity's heart aflutter, empirical evidence the Empress is just as aroused at the thought of mounting her Princess and taking her as she so wants to be taken. This sensation is suddenly amplified multiples when the Empress begins panting on and licking her captured treasure's horn. Much to Segment's intention this leads to sharp spikes of pleasure into Amity's brain, adding bewildering static to the sea of Segment's color flooding the Princess' mind at every moment. 


And just as segment is coating her Pet's mind with her love and teasing, Amity can feel the second layer of Goop slowly coating her body, the maddening paradox of the first layer feeling so thick and inescapable, impossibly sticky across her body yet allowing her to feel every bit of the next layer as if she were entirely bare to its touch. Segment's Pet whimpers in sweet frustration, the way the Goop first encased and rubbed her all over until she was a trembling mess of explosive climaxes and now creeps up her painfully slow to torment the Unicorn into enjoying every millimeter of advancement as its own sensation. If it weren't for how good it felt Amity would be rather irked with how overpowered this assault is, but knowing her Owner is the one in control and doing this to her only makes the feeling of being cheated a planet-crushing blast of submissive pleasure. Segment can make her enjoy every single solitary action she makes, Amity can't even escape that fact and it therefore makes her feel as if she's putty coated in her Owner's Goop.

 

[Torzar]

The necromancer receives the boop with a beaming smile. 'Hello my precious little elementalist.' he greets Chroma in return and notes the Bene seems to have fallen asleep, finding that adorable almost on par with the sleep-nomming nymph. 'I can assure you that we are safe from our little dreamer. We can enter her dream and watch as long as we do not attempt to interact with it but if you exert your will enough you can enter it. I cannot guarantee she cannot affect you in her dream if you interact with the dream but your Art talent should keep you stable even if our dreamer has some silly ideas.' Rather than continue, the necromancer projects into Chroma's mind an amusing silly notion of what Chroma looks like from a nymph's perspective except made of literal waterparks and waterfalls with massive mammaries interposed at random places, all of it radiating maternal love.

"Well, that would suggest that she vastly prefers certain parts of me." Chroma suggests, giggling a little, "And she seems to have a great preference for softer parts and loves the waterpark-me most, which is quite unsurprising with her apparent affinity and love for water."


"Shall we head in then?" she asks excitedly as she begins to reach out to the nymph, across the bridge the necromancer constructed.

 

[Meds]

"Shall we head in then?" she asks excitedly as she begins to reach out to the nymph, across the bridge the necromancer constructed.

The necromancer sends his mental pieces to stroll over the metaphorical bridge while leaving behind a garrison to keep the lights on. The necromancer also opens the bridgeway wider for his ladies before escorting them into the nymph's dreams.


Inside the dream of the nymph there are few defined details as everything seems like a blur of color indistinctly dark in hues despite thousands and thousands more of twinkling little stars in that murk. The nymph herself is a titan of planetary scale latched onto a cookie larger than the Milky Way which is clearly constructed from its very namesake - if the thick scent in the air and the white material flowing literally everywhere were not enough to hint at it then the infinite amounts of massive mammaries, of which a great number are directly similar to Chroma's, should be a little tip off - nomming away at the cookie while the milk around her is clearly vanishing away around her no matter how much of it seems to materialize into being on an instant for no reason. Sounds fill the air rivaling with the richness of the milk's delicious scents: although the nature of the sounds is indistinct there is a thick layer of loving emotion in it although it rumbles very ominously very much like some eldrict monsters.


As if the final dot on the end of a sentence, another Milky Way can be seen looming far away in whatever direction the eye gazes where it comprises of one titanic looking Chroma, who is made up of mammaries, water slides, and a swarm of billions of stars swarming around her, particularly its massively smiling features.

Segment can make her enjoy every single solitary action she makes, Amity can't even escape that fact and it therefore makes her feel as if she's putty coated in her Owner's Goop.

There is a silence as Segment focuses her attention upon her pet. First she presses her own head to Amity's lightly gooped head, pressing her larger one to force her pet completely into the bowl until the unicorn pet's horn literally scrapes against the bowl's edge, having penetrated into the silvery light as well but which accepted the horn into it like some jelly that was resistant as well as thick but bowed to Segment's overwhelming force. As she forces Amity's head to sink into the goop it rises to encapsulate the pet's head in new layers that amass all over Amity's head but seem to target the horn and mane in particular even as the goop also absorbs into the unicorn's fur, sinking in like billions of teasing claws that map out their helpless captive before surging about to playfully tug at their captive's nerve endings with all the cruelty Segment possesses.


There is a pause as Segment halts to draw in her enjoyment all but feeling her pet's emotions rising like a geyser; she is pleased and does not make a secret of it even as she reapplies her press on the pet's head marveling at the dark purple goop moving constantly, now cascading down Amity's neck to spread the thickening substance everywhere.

 

[JDeko]

There is a silence as Segment focuses her attention upon her pet. First she presses her own head to Amity's lightly gooped head, pressing her larger one to force her pet completely into the bowl until the unicorn pet's horn literally scrapes against the bowl's edge, having penetrated into the silvery light as well but which accepted the horn into it like some jelly that was resistant as well as thick but bowed to Segment's overwhelming force. As she forces Amity's head to sink into the goop it rises to encapsulate the pet's head in new layers that amass all over Amity's head but seem to target the horn and mane in particular even as the goop also absorbs into the unicorn's fur, sinking in like billions of teasing claws that map out their helpless captive before surging about to playfully tug at their captive's nerve endings with all the cruelty Segment possesses.


There is a pause as Segment halts to draw in her enjoyment all but feeling her pet's emotions rising like a geyser; she is pleased and does not make a secret of it even as she reapplies her press on the pet's head marveling at the dark purple goop moving constantly, now cascading down Amity's neck to spread the thickening substance everywhere.

The feeling of the Goop coating her, crawling along her body, and teasing every bit of her along the way has the Princess breathing quite heavily into the bowl that her Owner is pressing her impossibly deep into. As much as Amity would like to fixate and try to understand how she can sink so deeply into the bowl the sensation of the Royal fluid is too much to ignore, even more so as it launches its attack on Amity's extremely sensitive horn. Feeling the Goop running and rubbing all along her horn soon has it releasing unfocused and sporadic burst of Magic into the bowl as tremors ring through the Princess' whole body.


The sensation of such a thick and viscous fluid coating her, whilst still letting Amity feel every new drop of it almost better than she could on her bare coat and skin and the constant authoritative pressure of her Empress, who is obviously pleased with her doings, keeps Amity is a constant state of pliant submissiveness. More than just not resisting Segment, Amity is actively desirous to bend and be shaped by her Owner's will, to fulfill her every will and desire implicitly. To be coated in her fluids, the Royal egg-layer still teasing at her entrance, held in the most perfect position to display her place as the Royal Pet, this whole situation continues to make Amity feel so completely full in her heart and mind as if she has found meaning of the universe pinned down in this bowl.

 

[Meds]

To be coated in her fluids, the Royal egg-layer still teasing at her entrance, held in the most perfect position to display her place as the Royal Pet, this whole situation continues to make Amity feel so completely full in her heart and mind as if she has found meaning of the universe pinned down in this bowl.

There is a quiet moment as Segment takes her time enjoying this moment at the same time as she commits it to her memory one small detail at ta time, yet her head alone shifts Amity's head as the bowl's dimensions grow beyond what they were as the imperial ruler first angles Amity's head upwards straightening that equine neck to let her fangs graze the far too thin substance, piercing through the layers of goop in there to press her sharp incisors onto Amity's fur before plunging the unicorn head-first into the now pond-wide lake of thick goop matter, letting its ooze-like substance become something into which she sinks her pet head-first letting that unicorn horn penetrate the surface foremost and become so thickly coated in the returned wave that Segment must rear her head back. She does so just in time to watch the goop literally drag her pet's head into that vat until Amity is within that vat withers deep - and to mark her success in dipping her pet The Empress finally sets her scepter right into her pet's entrance, allowing its tip to provide its natural lubricant all across the entryway.

 

[JDeko]

There is a quiet moment as Segment takes her time enjoying this moment at the same time as she commits it to her memory one small detail at ta time, yet her head alone shifts Amity's head as the bowl's dimensions grow beyond what they were as the imperial ruler first angles Amity's head upwards straightening that equine neck to let her fangs graze the far too thin substance, piercing through the layers of goop in there to press her sharp incisors onto Amity's fur before plunging the unicorn head-first into the now pond-wide lake of thick goop matter, letting its ooze-like substance become something into which she sinks her pet head-first letting that unicorn horn penetrate the surface foremost and become so thickly coated in the returned wave that Segment must rear her head back. She does so just in time to watch the goop literally drag her pet's head into that vat until Amity is within that vat withers deep - and to mark her success in dipping her pet The Empress finally sets her scepter right into her pet's entrance, allowing its tip to provide its natural lubricant all across the entryway.

Amity's breath is heavy yet steady and controlled, very similar to the healing breaths one would take when practicing finding one's calm place. The deep inhales of the Goop are already second nature to the Princess, her body well trained in the fact that the substance can oxygenate her blood quite easily. The added benefit being that every single breath fills Amity with the heady aroma of Segment's sex and further relaxes the Royal Pet. Along with her heart-rate and mind the Princess also relaxes her dearly eager heat to accept the long awaited coupling with the intensely powerful Empress pressing her Pet further and further in the bowl of her own Goop.


The Princess' inner walls part obediently as the Royal Ovipositor slides in, yet also pulse to rub and reward the shaft for its honored presence. Amity's mind finds itself drifting to the feeling of penetration, and the emotional sensation of completeness that comes with physically connecting to one you love so deeply. Sunk in past her shoulders, Amity can't help but wiggle her suspended forelimbs that now poke up out of the Goop bowl, now entirely useless for anything, even bearing weight with the sex fluids now binding them at their root. Similarly her head and neck are also incapable of moving leaving the Princess truly helpless to do anything but 'stand there and take it'. This idea excites the Royal Pet very much, along with how much she is presenting with her flanks so flagrantly and prominently displayed as her face is buried in the depths of the sticky Goop. The kinkiness and bared sexuality of the situation is not lost to Amity, and the fact she is so enjoying it makes her stomach flutter a slight bit, but at the same time the overwhelming feeling of love for her Owner reminds her that she is not some wanton harlot. She is a beloved and treasured Pet, and has no reason to resist or play coy with her Owner, certainly not at this point. She is allowed to be brazen and to take pleasure in being displayed and mounted like a broodmare and is looking forward to sinking deeper and being sunken into deeper, displayed and coated in ways her mind can't even imagine. For this Amity is a very thankful Pet.

The necromancer sends his mental pieces to stroll over the metaphorical bridge while leaving behind a garrison to keep the lights on. The necromancer also opens the bridgeway wider for his ladies before escorting them into the nymph's dreams.


Inside the dream of the nymph there are few defined details as everything seems like a blur of color indistinctly dark in hues despite thousands and thousands more of twinkling little stars in that murk. The nymph herself is a titan of planetary scale latched onto a cookie larger than the Milky Way which is clearly constructed from its very namesake - if the thick scent in the air and the white material flowing literally everywhere were not enough to hint at it then the infinite amounts of massive mammaries, of which a great number are directly similar to Chroma's, should be a little tip off - nomming away at the cookie while the milk around her is clearly vanishing away around her no matter how much of it seems to materialize into being on an instant for no reason. Sounds fill the air rivaling with the richness of the milk's delicious scents: although the nature of the sounds is indistinct there is a thick layer of loving emotion in it although it rumbles very ominously very much like some eldrict monsters.


As if the final dot on the end of a sentence, another Milky Way can be seen looming far away in whatever direction the eye gazes where it comprises of one titanic looking Chroma, who is made up of mammaries, water slides, and a swarm of billions of stars swarming around her, particularly its massively smiling features.

Benevolence quite enjoys the love filled atmosphere, and the very unique sights the young mind has constructed. Though the Queen does not have any words in mind to speak she takes in the scenery to its fullest and to her great enjoyment.

 

[Torzar]

The necromancer sends his mental pieces to stroll over the metaphorical bridge while leaving behind a garrison to keep the lights on. The necromancer also opens the bridgeway wider for his ladies before escorting them into the nymph's dreams.


Inside the dream of the nymph there are few defined details as everything seems like a blur of color indistinctly dark in hues despite thousands and thousands more of twinkling little stars in that murk. The nymph herself is a titan of planetary scale latched onto a cookie larger than the Milky Way which is clearly constructed from its very namesake - if the thick scent in the air and the white material flowing literally everywhere were not enough to hint at it then the infinite amounts of massive mammaries, of which a great number are directly similar to Chroma's, should be a little tip off - nomming away at the cookie while the milk around her is clearly vanishing away around her no matter how much of it seems to materialize into being on an instant for no reason. Sounds fill the air rivaling with the richness of the milk's delicious scents: although the nature of the sounds is indistinct there is a thick layer of loving emotion in it although it rumbles very ominously very much like some eldrict monsters.


As if the final dot on the end of a sentence, another Milky Way can be seen looming far away in whatever direction the eye gazes where it comprises of one titanic looking Chroma, who is made up of mammaries, water slides, and a swarm of billions of stars swarming around her, particularly its massively smiling features.

The elemental mistress looks around, but can't help but start laughing when she sees herself... or rather how the "little" nymph pictures her.


"Well, apparently I'm big enough to encompass the whole universe as she knows it." the tiny mare snickers, "And I think the things she enjoyed most about me are displayed here... mammaries, waterslides and a big smile... oh, and a lot of milk as well."


"The rumbling sound seems more like something we could hear from you, my beloved necromancer." she remarks amusedly, "And she quite obviously enjoys the love a lot."


"...I do have to say, though, while I may have been quite big in my time, I've never imagined to be the size of a whole galaxy." she adds, observing her all-encompassing self before snuggling the necromancer's neck and amusedly asks: "Would you like a mare the size of a galaxy?"

 

[Meds]

"...I do have to say, though, while I may have been quite big in my time, I've never imagined to be the size of a whole galaxy." she adds, observing her all-encompassing self before snuggling the necromancer's neck and amusedly asks: "Would you like a mare the size of a galaxy?"

The necromancer is barely stifling his snickers: his entire body convulses visibly from contained snickers while his countenance is distorted, his lips being foremost in that, by the effort made to contain his own amused snickers alongside bubbling commentary as well as giggles that rise at seeing the impressions the nymph has of Chroma, and particularly the great ideas of mammaries that are just about everywhere but also the galaxy-sized mare in the distance.


The necromancer lets Chroma see if the mare so wishes: the jokes are a large stream of terrible kinds of puns ranging from self-decapitating mock-macho kind to making semi-fun jokes about how there is never too much of Chroma to love to some bizarre physics jokes about how Chroma ought to be the center of the whole universe and then some, to an idea of every planet being Chroma while they rotate around a large Chroma, all of it spinning around the biggest Chroma who is surrounded by nymphs who all nom on their own cookies.


Eventually the necromancer, by biting his tongue hard enough, manages to muster just enough seriousness to send Chroma his agreement: it would be a great thing to see Chroma the size of a galaxy because the stallion fully believes there can never be too much of Chroma but he also thinks the nymphs would go crazy about a water park that big. Especially N'm.

Benevolence quite enjoys the love filled atmosphere, and the very unique sights the young mind has constructed. Though the Queen does not have any words in mind to speak she takes in the scenery to its fullest and to her great enjoyment.

"Enjoying yourself, are you Pet? Do you see now what a cornucopia of wonders the life of an Imperal Lap Pet is?" comes the softest of Segment's voices into Amity's gooped ears right as she settles her imperial scepter the first of inches letting its sharp tip scrap against the now-coated walls trailing small runes along there to tease her pet knowing full well Amity has no chance of responding, but wills it to happen as she enjoys this too much.

 

[JDeko]

"Enjoying yourself, are you Pet? Do you see now what a cornucopia of wonders the life of an Imperal Lap Pet is?" comes the softest of Segment's voices into Amity's gooped ears right as she settles her imperial scepter the first of inches letting its sharp tip scrap against the now-coated walls trailing small runes along there to tease her pet knowing full well Amity has no chance of responding, but wills it to happen as she enjoys this too much.

Amity shudders with pleasure into her Goop prison, shifting slightly from side to side partly out of needing to move psychologically due to the amount of sensation flowing into her but also owing to the fact that feeling the thick fluid tug at her body and keep her from moving more than a hair's width one way or the other.


Though unable to respond vocally her hot marehood tells exactly hoe pleased the Pet is at learning her place in such an intensive process. Indeed this is a wonderful lesson to learn for the defenseless Unicorn, having her every sense either stolen or entirely hijacked by her Owner and at long last penetrated as her face is pressed deeper and deeper into a pool of Segment's thick fluid. Though to many this would be seen as degrading, Amity instead finds it extremely sensual and a show of possessiveness reserved only for something of great value. Held in place, disabled, mounted, and teased relentlessly it seems rather obvious that the Owner wants to make sure she has her Pet all to herself and to mark that Pet as her's so all knows. To Amity every aspect of this is like a thousand "I love you"s a second, spelled out in physical sensations and markings that cannot be forgotten or denied for all to see. As much as her own helplessness is visible so is Segment's need to possess her, and this makes every atom of Amity smile from its core.

 

[Torzar]

The necromancer is barely stifling his snickers: his entire body convulses visibly from contained snickers while his countenance is distorted, his lips being foremost in that, by the effort made to contain his own amused snickers alongside bubbling commentary as well as giggles that rise at seeing the impressions the nymph has of Chroma, and particularly the great ideas of mammaries that are just about everywhere but also the galaxy-sized mare in the distance.


The necromancer lets Chroma see if the mare so wishes: the jokes are a large stream of terrible kinds of puns ranging from self-decapitating mock-macho kind to making semi-fun jokes about how there is never too much of Chroma to love to some bizarre physics jokes about how Chroma ought to be the center of the whole universe and then some, to an idea of every planet being Chroma while they rotate around a large Chroma, all of it spinning around the biggest Chroma who is surrounded by nymphs who all nom on their own cookies.


Eventually the necromancer, by biting his tongue hard enough, manages to muster just enough seriousness to send Chroma his agreement: it would be a great thing to see Chroma the size of a galaxy because the stallion fully believes there can never be too much of Chroma but he also thinks the nymphs would go crazy about a water park that big. Especially N'm.

"Guess I'll have to try sometime then." Chroma laughs amusedly, "But I wonder if the prospect of the biggest mammaries in the universe entices you as well... or that of the biggest love-tunnel around."


The elemental mare can't help but burst out laughing when she imagines the insane perspective that a normal-sized pony would have on her if she was that big.


"Maybe we'd create a whole universe with such a big bang?" she jokes and can't stop herself from bursting out in laughter, "Maybe in our dreams, but that's not going to stop us, is it now?"


"Well, the nymph certainly loves a big mommy it seems. No wonder she was confused to see me at about her own size." she observes, still giggling, "I wonder how she would dream of Kimi and you, though."

 

[Meds]

"Well, the nymph certainly loves a big mommy it seems. No wonder she was confused to see me at about her own size." she observes, still giggling, "I wonder how she would dream of Kimi and you, though."

He loses it. Although the sounds are only a quiet wheezing of a laugh the heaves of his belly are evident all over his body while he barely manages to stand upright - and then rolls onto his back above nothing at all, all four of his slender legs flailing in rhythm to his riotous giggling. 'Oh yes galactic sized ladies can only be a great thing. Think for instance how many little nymphs will happily silde in their WaterparkMommy when they know your gravity will ensure they cannot float off no matter how they play or chirp among the stars!'  comes a comment from his between the snickers but full of love nonetheless in spite of his laughter.  'I bet your mammaries alone will develop whole civilizations that will prove that mammaries are the greatest foci ever devised far and beyond anything even deities could create. As for me in these dreams? I have no idea - although I doubt it will be anything as magnificent as a galaxy-sized you. Kimono on the other hoof I will guess will look like a beautiful star with frills? Or maybe some kind of an abstract lake of stars?'

As much as her own helplessness is visible so is Segment's need to possess her, and this makes every atom of Amity smile from its core.

The pressures rise: the one crushing Amity onto the silvery floor and by chance into the hoof-patys of the suit especially, the one squeezing around Amity to mold that body down to the smallest details in that marhsmallow fur, the one pressing that scepter a little further, deeper into Amity's cavern right as the goop it fires keeps rushing out to fill the tunnel, the one raising the goop in thicker layers t paint the goops ever deeper in hues and thickness, another one pressing that goop into Amity's gullet silencing any sounds Amity might have made, one causing the unicorn's horn to circulate a rising feedback loop of nerve-teases, and another...but that one is on something Amity is wearing as it tugs on the few scant articles Amity still wears inside that forming suit.


It tugs incessantly, removing the first one, letting it slide across the fur just so Amity can become aware of the removal...

 

[JDeko]

The pressures rise: the one crushing Amity onto the silvery floor and by chance into the hoof-patys of the suit especially, the one squeezing around Amity to mold that body down to the smallest details in that marhsmallow fur, the one pressing that scepter a little further, deeper into Amity's cavern right as the goop it fires keeps rushing out to fill the tunnel, the one raising the goop in thicker layers t paint the goops ever deeper in hues and thickness, another one pressing that goop into Amity's gullet silencing any sounds Amity might have made, one causing the unicorn's horn to circulate a rising feedback loop of nerve-teases, and another...but that one is on something Amity is wearing as it tugs on the few scant articles Amity still wears inside that forming suit.


It tugs incessantly, removing the first one, letting it slide across the fur just so Amity can become aware of the removal...

Amity's breath catches as the Unicorn feels the flood of sticky heat inside her entrance, its suddenness taking her completely by surprise, though she soon understands that her Empress can seemingly release her Goop at will once aroused. The Pet does still think of what it would be like or mean if her Owner were so excited that this rush of heavenly, flank-stuffing heat was entirely analogous to her own fluid emissions. 


No matter the reason for the eruption, either to take the Royal Pet by surprise and claim her insides without delay, to make sure Amity knows with physical evidence that there is no part of her that her Empress does not own, or that Amity herself is such a good Pet that the sight and feeling of her so fully and willingly submitting was too much to resist once the first few velvet touches of the Pet's love tunnel were felt, is very comforting. The rush of Segment's shots pressing out Amity's walls and painting her deep inside in thick Royal fluid, every bit clinging so firmly to her marehood yet still reaching impossibly deep is so familiar yet still special. 


This contrasts with the near violent and erratic sensation of Amity's horn being coated, teased, and overstimulated beyond her breaking point. Uncontrolled shocks of Magic pulse into the deep Goop pool, Amity's body's normally hard spasms reduced to meek twitches in the thick Goop that binds her so perfectly. That binding actually begins to calm the Unicorn, the shock of the stimulation lessened in relation to how unable she is to twitch in her Pet bowl. Added to this is the security of being penetrated and filled with Segment's stickiness. The end result being the horn stimulation serving as a nagging and deep tickle that keeps the Royal Pet lucid so she feels every bit of her coating and stuffing with an active mind. 


Her legs however feel like rubber, her body melting like butter in her Owner's grip and allowing the first stocking to slide off without much resistance from the limb it was worn on. The stocking resists coming of the limb quite a bit, much to Segment's Pet's notice. The sensation of the clingy material, which at this point is plastered to her skin like a second skin, is infinitely sensual. It feels like the Princess can feel every individual strand of her fur being released by the adhesive sleeve, followed quickly by the cool sensation of the air on her wet coat. Amity's Goop filled marehood shows her delight as it grips and milks the Royal scepter, and rumbles as the Pet coos and gasps pleasurably into the thick prison of wonderful fluid she's sinking into.

 

[Torzar]

He loses it. Although the sounds are only a quiet wheezing of a laugh the heaves of his belly are evident all over his body while he barely manages to stand upright - and then rolls onto his back above nothing at all, all four of his slender legs flailing in rhythm to his riotous giggling. 'Oh yes galactic sized ladies can only be a great thing. Think for instance how many little nymphs will happily silde in their WaterparkMommy when they know your gravity will ensure they cannot float off no matter how they play or chirp among the stars!'  comes a comment from his between the snickers but full of love nonetheless in spite of his laughter.  'I bet your mammaries alone will develop whole civilizations that will prove that mammaries are the greatest foci ever devised far and beyond anything even deities could create. As for me in these dreams? I have no idea - although I doubt it will be anything as magnificent as a galaxy-sized you. Kimono on the other hoof I will guess will look like a beautiful star with frills? Or maybe some kind of an abstract lake of stars?'

"Well, gravity would be a serious problem at such a size... I'd turn into a black hole without somekind of spell regulating it." she thinks out loud, "But no matter, we're here to see our little N'm be adorable."


"I'll go in and take a closer look." she tells them before she closes in on the nymph's muzzle, wanting to see how big their little one is and what kinds of adorable noises she makes. Soon, she reaches the muzzle and sits down on it.

 

[TresdeLeche]

Jacknife marched into the manor. Between the time she took to get outside and the time it took for her to come back, she swapped her maid uniform for a comfortable set of black fatigues, her webgear and pouches all blacked out as well. Knife's paws held in tight black fingerless gloves and her eye still covered by it's patch. On her shoulder was the insignia for Arcadia, and draped around her neck and covering the upper shoulder on the opposite side was a crimson scarf. She pushed the doors open and strode over to the table, standing tall and proud. "Okay..." Smoke bellowed out her nostrils as she looked at the prince, cigar clenched in her lip. "I'll take the job." The hound's hair was pulled back into a little ponytail with a few strands falling loose over he left eye.


"I changed for this, because if I'm gonna accept it, it'll be as myself. No airs, no fancy stuff. Just me." She pulled the cigar out, holding it out for a bit. "I can't promise there won't be hard times, and I can't say we won't be accepted outright." The hound put her other paw, balled into a fist, on her hip and adjusted to be slightly relaxed. "But in the end, I'll make sure we're all better off than before."

<cut to Jacky>
“That is the best way to look at the situation Mr. Saberhagen.” “You have already accepted the mindset that there will be some hard times to face.”
Jacky eagerly commends the now Diamond Dog world leader before he took another bite of his muffin. He quickly grabbed a napkin to wipe what crumbs scattered over his mouth.

After the alicorn prince feels he has wiped their face clean of any crumbs, he adds to his statement,
“Rarely do leaders dwell on both the good and the bad of the job.”

 

[Meds]

Soon, she reaches the muzzle and sits down on it.

The effect is instant. One moment Chroma is landed on the nymph's nose-


In the instant that follows Chroma has become a titan of herself with mammaries that weigh more than a gravity well, with the nymph tucked in right against her belly where N'm squeaks happily all but radiating like a sun made of a happiness singularity that produces happy squeaks between quietly nomming on her planet-size cookie that she is also curled up around; in addition the nymph manages to create enough squeaks in a few scant seconds that it blankets over the space around them, managing to convey surprise, joy, happiness, elation and even more happiness all at once in every squeak, very likely due to having two mommies in the same dream. The necromancer on his part blinks at the sudden change as he feels his jaw dropping at what he sees.


Onwards N'm squeak-squeak-squeaks all at once squeaking, nomming, cuddling and then managing to also curl around her mother's breasts in her dream to suckle upon their bounty which comes out like a geyser firing into a void that drinks it with an idle chirp.


Again the necromancer can only stare with his jaw agape.

Amity's Goop filled marehood shows her delight as it grips and milks the Royal scepter, and rumbles as the Pet coos and gasps pleasurably into the thick prison of wonderful fluid she's sinking into.

"Who is my precious pet?" The voice that belongs to The Empress is no longer a sound: it is a rumble deeper than the crust of the planet, more powerful than the pull of a sun, thundering heavier than a lightning storm - and the voice all but quakes the entire cocoon of goo around the unicorn pet. Deep in that bowl. the entire sea of thick goop quails like a panicked pony before an eldritch being wobbling like on fast-forward all around Amity, yet it manages to carry all at once the mentally overwhelming power of The Empress as her will tugs at another of the stockings while forcing Amity's mind from the muck of joy to focus on her owner's voice again. "Who carries my collar and chains as a mark of pride?" The voice squeezes all around the semi-solid goo suit, molding it as much as its makes the creature within squirm having found the mapped out nerves to eliminate what resistance might remain. "Who is the beloved pet of The Empress of Nostria along with her Imperial WIves?"


<Everfree Forest, ???>


From the warped space slips through something. It breaks through the Empyrean barrier, past every line written of physics, forgoes every understood concept. A silent roar tears into existence, severing time and place from their fates as it unfolds like a wound ripping itself open to reveal the gangrene lying underneath.


A moment later a form stumbles out into the deserted, widen open area surrounded on all sides by a copse of thick-leaved greenery but with even thicker undergrowths on the ground level. Its form is equine and right as it stumbles out the wound closes itself, snapping shut and vanishing in an instant leaving only heavy silence behind it.


Something has come into this world uninvited...

 

[JDeko]

"Who is my precious pet?" The voice that belongs to The Empress is no longer a sound: it is a rumble deeper than the crust of the planet, more powerful than the pull of a sun, thundering heavier than a lightning storm - and the voice all but quakes the entire cocoon of goo around the unicorn pet. Deep in that bowl. the entire sea of thick goop quails like a panicked pony before an eldritch being wobbling like on fast-forward all around Amity, yet it manages to carry all at once the mentally overwhelming power of The Empress as her will tugs at another of the stockings while forcing Amity's mind from the muck of joy to focus on her owner's voice again. "Who carries my collar and chains as a mark of pride?" The voice squeezes all around the semi-solid goo suit, molding it as much as its makes the creature within squirm having found the mapped out nerves to eliminate what resistance might remain. "Who is the beloved pet of The Empress of Nostria along with her Imperial WIves?"

"I am~" Amity moans in a drawn out aria of pleasure and deeply erupting pride. Even with the Goop coating her Amity is still keenly aware of the blacker than black rings hovering one around her neck and another on each hoof a constant reminder that she is beloved and owned. Objects that she knows given a century she could never remove, and that even in a billion she'd never want to.


The feeling of overwhelming control her Owner exerts over her, and her muscles melt even further under the trembling massage, the Unicorn once more feels a flood of heat flow out of her trapped shaft, plastering her underside in thick ropes. This orgasm is far less harsh than the first, feeling like a steady yet mighty river of pleasure pouring forward instead of a super-volcano that could upturn a continent. 


Her body limp with contentment and the waves of orgasmic hormones coming with the absolute authority of her Empress' words the Princess continues to pant out her response again and again as in praise of her Owner.

 

[Torzar]

The effect is instant. One moment Chroma is landed on the nymph's nose-


In the instant that follows Chroma has become a titan of herself with mammaries that weigh more than a gravity well, with the nymph tucked in right against her belly where N'm squeaks happily all but radiating like a sun made of a happiness singularity that produces happy squeaks between quietly nomming on her planet-size cookie that she is also curled up around; in addition the nymph manages to create enough squeaks in a few scant seconds that it blankets over the space around them, managing to convey surprise, joy, happiness, elation and even more happiness all at once in every squeak, very likely due to having two mommies in the same dream. The necromancer on his part blinks at the sudden change as he feels his jaw dropping at what he sees.


Onwards N'm squeak-squeak-squeaks all at once squeaking, nomming, cuddling and then managing to also curl around her mother's breasts in her dream to suckle upon their bounty which comes out like a geyser firing into a void that drinks it with an idle chirp.


Again the necromancer can only stare with his jaw agape.

The elemental mare is quite surprised to suddenly be massive enough to dwarf most planets in the universe.


She looks around confusedly since it takes her a moment to understand what exactly happened.


As soon as she does, however, she starts laughing her massive soft body gently jiggling from the movement.


"Looks like our little nymph likes a big mommy." she remarks laughingly, "I think she-"


Then Chroma squeaks in surprise, feeling the nymph latch onto her teat, the feeling of milk's sudden incredible flow that could fill oceans in and instant completely catching her off guard.


She quickly go used to the very pleasant feeling, though, and starts purring, the vibrations of which are intense enough to be considered a strong earthquake.


"Anyone else want some milk?" she asks the other two, who are way too tiny for her to see at the large distance, but she still knows where they are since this is all just a dream... a very nice one.

 

[Meds]

Her body limp with contentment and the waves of orgasmic hormones coming with the absolute authority of her Empress' words the Princess continues to pant out her response again and again as in praise of her Owner.

"That's right..." With that resonating rush of power the remaining garments do not fly off: they are dragged at the slowest pace possibly to let Amity's fur feel the faint promise of air before the cocoon-suit's goop covers that part marking a new tidal wave arriving to thicken the growing layers of the suit, but the pieces are not cast to the side to be forgotten: instead the empress takes time to project into her pet's mind the sight of each stocking being bound to another until they form a full set wrapped into a bone-shaped form that she then dips into the goop as well before adding Amity's now-removed panties into the mix. A flicker of movement alters their nature after which a dip in the goop leads to the goop'd panties being wond around the bundle. Another flicker occurs, this one followed by Segment drawing half of her scepter out of her pet before slowly drawing almost her entirety inside her pet's tunnel, and at the end of it she has given Amity a unique bow on top of the goop pet's head likely as a most unique decoration. "Mine."

"Anyone else want some milk?" she asks the other two, who are way too tiny for her to see at the large distance, but she still knows where they are since this is all just a dream... a very nice one.

There is an almost violent ripple and the nymph...somehow...stretches through space enough to acquire all the breasts that are hangng from Chroma and still manages to squeak audibly enough to sound both desperate, lonely, hungry and happy to see her mommy, all with a possessive nature to every diminutia of her squeak.


The necromancer still only stares but has enough mental presence to nudge the golden filly queen close by. 'Commentary?''


On cue as if this were some manner of theater the necromancer finds himself distorted into the likeness of a looming shadow that eclipses Chroma like a colossus looms over a city, complete with seven heads each with a long neck, a jagged horn and an unraveling mane of astral flares. His eyes widen in moderate confusion but N'm's happy squeaks tell him that a certain little nymph is happy to see her daddy - or so he imagines.

 

[Torzar]

There is an almost violent ripple and the nymph...somehow...stretches through space enough to acquire all the breasts that are hangng from Chroma and still manages to squeak audibly enough to sound both desperate, lonely, hungry and happy to see her mommy, all with a possessive nature to every diminutia of her squeak.


The necromancer still only stares but has enough mental presence to nudge the golden filly queen close by. 'Commentary?''


On cue as if this were some manner of theater the necromancer finds himself distorted into the likeness of a looming shadow that eclipses Chroma like a colossus looms over a city, complete with seven heads each with a long neck, a jagged horn and an unraveling mane of astral flares. His eyes widen in moderate confusion but N'm's happy squeaks tell him that a certain little nymph is happy to see her daddy - or so he imagines.

The elemental mare squeaks as her teats are being assaulted by N'm's noms and then notices the necromancer looming over her, nuzzling him.


"I wonder if I spoiled her too much with milk... she seems to love it more than should seem plausible..." she rambles in her confusion, "Or is my milk really tasty enough to cause such a reaction? Maybe I should be careful. Things that release lots of endorphins like tasty food and drink could cause an addiction... maybe I need to hold back on the feeding a little. Wouldn't want them to get crazy over my milk... but it feels so nice to feed! I wanna keep doing it!"


It seems that the "little" elemental mare is quite torn and unsure how to deal with the nymph's overwhelming love to drink milk.


"Maybe it's the love that flows with it that makes the nymphs go crazy! Or maybe I need to hokd back on my milk-improving abilities a bit or..." she continues to ramble about more and more things regarding her milk being a potential problem.

 

[JDeko]

"That's right..." With that resonating rush of power the remaining garments do not fly off: they are dragged at the slowest pace possibly to let Amity's fur feel the faint promise of air before the cocoon-suit's goop covers that part marking a new tidal wave arriving to thicken the growing layers of the suit, but the pieces are not cast to the side to be forgotten: instead the empress takes time to project into her pet's mind the sight of each stocking being bound to another until they form a full set wrapped into a bone-shaped form that she then dips into the goop as well before adding Amity's now-removed panties into the mix. A flicker of movement alters their nature after which a dip in the goop leads to the goop'd panties being wond around the bundle. Another flicker occurs, this one followed by Segment drawing half of her scepter out of her pet before slowly drawing almost her entirety inside her pet's tunnel, and at the end of it she has given Amity a unique bow on top of the goop pet's head likely as a most unique decoration. "Mine."

Amity can barely stifle a "Hnnnnnnng~" as the bow is placed on her, finding the act almost unbearably endearing and charming. The Princess finds herself giggling and cooing in her love-drunk state, marehood welcoming the return of the Royal Sceptre with many hot caresses, squeezes, tugs, and vice-like grips. "Thank you~ My Owner~ Your Pet is so happy to receive a gift from you~ She'll cherish it always~" The Unicorn coos, her statements sopping with affection and drawn out like syrup flowing from her mouth. "I love you so much." Amity sighs, her every part aching with happiness.

The necromancer still only stares but has enough mental presence to nudge the golden filly queen close by. 'Commentary?''

"Benevolence has seen many things..." The tiny Queen notes, her ruling over a land of MonsterMares in reference. "...But Benevolence has not seen the like of this before. Tis truly a sight to behold, awesome in the like of its usage in the old texts. Benevolence is both inspired as well as slightly terrified by such sights and possibilities."