A few noseboops later some enterprising siblings rush over as the flight of nymphs turns in a corkscrew, during which they each let loose a raw motion of Water Art, which leaves the sticky substance captured in their magic and Benevolence feeling like she took several long showers, prompting several nuzzles as comforting as her siblings read her blush as something to be greatly concerned about, followed by concerned chirps.
Benevolence squeaks frantically that she didn't mean to upset anyone, the tiny yellow Queen was only embarrassed that she had done something so silly and thus needed to be licked and nibbled clean to such a degree.
Segment…twitches.
It begins as a small but very forceful twitch in a corner of her eye right when she feels her pet clench around her imperial rod this thoroughly, prompting from her a response that comes as a surprise even to herself.
First and foremost she feels a rush rise from somewhere deep in her most secreted ares as her first explosion of thickness rises in a manner of a great flood from a legend. The Empress is left shivering from the force this flood possesses as it rushes out from the tip of her most imperial of scepters, the viscosity of the fluid nearing solid from the volume contained within the fluid. Said viscous jelly moves like it has a will of its own because it does not halt at the entrance but trickles in, both widening the passage of her pet’s most delectable folds yet at the same time it crawls in pushed by more goop trickling in as much as it moves by its own accord, even absorbing into the latex nature to make way for more.
In the midst of this most potent of tides the imperial ruler does not notice how her breath hitches at every throb of her tool: her breaths are left ragged and short as they precede each new rush from her scepter, each one of them leaving her breathless, yet the contentment her brain fills with bereaves her of any understanding of time. To her the moment stretches on forever defined as it is only by her pet impaled entirely on her rod, and a strange feeling at the very root of it.
Only when her pet is filled from her folds, widened proudly as they are to accommodate something new, to the uppest part of her gullet, including the tax that is the nature of living latex that it absorbs with a phenomenal rate meaning Segment filled a volume close to a water reservoir…
A knot, ponders the heavily gatigued empress. A knot, it seems, has bulbously tied her at her very root into her pet’s folds, denying her pet any chance of escape even if someone with divine levels of strength were to try to lift the black and white pet from her lap. And it is larger than any the ruler has ever seen.
Amity nearly blacks out as she feels the thick Imperial Fluid flow so heavily into her body, filling every bit of her a weighing her reformed body down with such density she wonders how she hasn't created a gravity well with how packed her insides must be to have taken such an absolute filling with the only external evidence being her extremely slender, corset-trained waist looking slightly pudgy for a normal mare now.
The Imperial Pet's mouth is forced wide be a prolonged moan as she feels her tongue loll out and her marehood contract forcefully like a vice around the shaft of her Owner in order to keep it close and loved, and tease every drop of goop from it. Amity's own orgasm is pushed to her absolute breaking point, her unearthly prostate being milked just as fast as its abnormal nature can generate its obscene quantities of seed. Her secret treasure pressed as flat as a two dimensional plain, an unending, pulsing deluge of hot cream sprays all across the latex Pet's body and beyond, to the point that within seconds grape-sized globs of boy-mare cream are dripping off Amity's snout and chin like a monsoon rain.
An involuntary buck of her hips has the Princess screaming in ecstasy as she realized she's been knotted, just like a real canine having been taken by her pack leader. That feeling of being so truly dog-like has the pitch of Amity's moan reaching a level only audible to bats, and fittingly dogs as well. The already impossible flow of her spurting dog-shaft grows even heavier to a point where the Pet Princess' body aches from her marehood to her throat as the latex puppy rocks against the knot buried in her, teasing her sensitive ring with the pulsing root, driving herself mad with how deeply fulfilling it feels to be knotted!