Celestia vs Umbra (Patreon)

The halls of the Crystal Palace were cold, empty, and dull; a far cry from the gentle, caressing warmth of the Northern springs and summers, when sunlit crystal walls and windows would cast gorgeous kaleidoscope of colors into the grand rooms and sprawling hallways. It was gradual, but for certain when Queen Sombra took to the throne, reigning over the Empire with an iron fist and such pervasive, dark magic that the life in the grand, old city seemed to drain out, leaving it a husk as it was today. The winds howled in the empty hallways, screeching into the throne room and blasting a gust of unforgiving, galeish wind that cut into both women’s bodies as they stood mere feet away from one another. 

Soft, luxurious silk and velvet robes did little to stop the cold, and it was clearly evident when stiff, hardened teats jut out from under the thin fabric, though the dark Queen did not seem to mind as she gazed upon her opponent with a smile on her wicked, black-stained lips. Her grand, blood-red, manticore fur-lined coat was a thing of ferocious majesty, starting from her slender neck and sprawling across her muscular, powerful body all the way to the crystal floor, trailing several feet in multiple directions. It parted in the middle, exposing part of her supple, imposing breasts, her toned, powerful midriff and abs, and, most unashamedly, her daintily trimmed patch of dark pubic hair, neatly forming a straight rectangle that expanded ever so slightly towards her abs, looking like one of the massive columns of solid crystal found in the mines under the palace….and of course, her dark, velvet-like clit and tight pussy lips, already stained and glistening with sexual fluids. 

She was eager to destroy the other woman, perhaps a little too eager. Her breathing was heavy despite her confidence, evident by the dancing, wisping trials of mist from her lips and nose. Her mind, a whirlpool of thoughts, alit with memories of defeating the previous ruler, Princess Amore, in vicious hand-to-hand combat rushing to the surface of the vast sea of her near-immortal memory. Amore was a weak bitch, unworthy of wielding such great power, and she paid the price in front of all her citizens; nude, broken, bruised, bleeding, lactating, even, having been punched to a brutal end after being challenged by Sombra to a vicious boxing bout like no other: no-holds-barred combat, woman-to-woman, fist-to-fist. Ultimately, it was two knees to each breast and one to her nose that finished her off, breaking her royal nose and sending her to the crystal floor with a crash. She was left in a pool of her own piss and blood, until some brave fools dragged her off to care for her, hiding the former ruler deep in the caverns below the city until it was safe again.

Princess Celestia watched the whole thing happen, having been an honorary invitee of Amore’s, a diplomat of sorts.In stark horror, she watched the brutal Northern tradition unfold, all forty-five minutes of it; with Sombra and Amore raining fists, elbows, knees and legs down on each other’s beautiful bodies and faces with little to no mercy or hesitation, until the crystal floor became slippery with blood, sweat, milk and sex-juices. It was savage; a far cry from the dainty Equestrian-esque games, where disputes were settled with name-calling and prank wars on a grand scale, and the worst part of it all? She was turned on by it. Shaping the culture of Equestria over the centuries was easy, gradually instilling a more pacifist ideology while adopting an entirely defensive, peaceful weltanschauung was something she found a great measure of success in. Shaping herself? Not so much; and she had Luna partly to blame. Her warlike sister enjoyed the many forms of combat, and in peacetime, she still managed to find ways to indulge, albeit, not on the battlefield, but in far more...private, if not intimate settings. Erotic bouts of beautiful handmaidens were not uncommon in Luna’s quarters, and often, she would invite the elder sister to enjoy the show...and participate, at times. On good days, they would face off, under the light of the moon, engaging in carnal combat, sister versus sister, until one submits to the satisfaction of the other...and if the other was not satisfied? They settled it in their dreams.

It was to no surprise Celestia left a wet seat behind after the terrible defeat of Amore, and now, as she stood in the grand hall amid the haunting howls of the wind, a faint drop of fluid could be heard hitting the crystal below, resonating with an almost melodious echo. Princess Celestia squeezed her legs together, and growled while Sombra smiled condescendingly. In contrast with the menacing red cloak-like robe Sombra wore, Celestia had opted for a shorter silk robe, one boxers would wear before a match, or one she herself would use around her private bedchambers. The rich gold fabric had her initials just above her right breast, which was straining violently against the cloth as it sought to burst free from the tight robe. It was tied around her middle by the strap, and that too was quick to go as she undid it slowly, letting the Queen lick her lips hungrily at the sight of her opponent’s body. Her big, plump breasts were a thing to behold, that of royalty and that of a goddess, and one could barely make out the hint of pink of her juicy nipples poking out under the fabric. Her body was strong, about as strong as Sombra’s, padded with powerful muscle and sculpted abs, but what made the Queen chuckle as the dainty little gold patch of hair that was trimmed into a gorgeous sun on the Princess’s groin, rising above her puffy, pink pussy. That was a lovely little target, ripe for a savage knee-strike, that was for sure.

“Celestia.” Sombra said with a smile.

“Sombra.” The solar Princess was hardly as happy, and she clenched her fists, letting the leather around her hands creak ever so slightly. “Let’s begin, shall we?”

“We shall.” The evil Queen grinned, baring her fangs and making the human Princess shiver a little as she approached, before grasping both sides of Celestia’s robe around her breasts. With a firm, but savage yank, she ripped hard, causing the fabric to tear and quite literally fall right off Celestia’s body, revealing her nude form. Either side of her arms were adorned with a decorative ribbon on her bulging bicep, supposedly for good luck, and both her legs were armed with gold-hued leather kickboxing pads, much like Sombra’s blood-red pair.

Celestia didn’t flinch, and with a smirk, she grabbed Sombra’s immaculately expensive robe, and did the same, showing off her strength by ripping the fabric apart in one mighty tug, causing the entire thing to drop right off Sombra’s nude body. The evil Queen laughed. “When you asked to challenge me, I must admit, I was quite surprised.” She said as the ground shook, breaking apart as the floor below them began to crack and rend from the earth below, creating a lone platform of sorts as it began to levitate upwards, taking the duo to the ceiling which also began to part, causing the blasted wind to hit the duo about as violently as a savage cunt-punch. “I suppose it would save a lot of time, after all, taking you down would send quite a strong message to your little people, would it not?”

“You remember our end of the bargain, yes?” Celestia growled. She knew she had to win, not for herself, but for her people.

“Certainly. I’m a woman of my word, Princess.” The Queen said with a sensual purr as the duo reached the very top of the Crystal Palace, where a grand platform served as their stage for the brutal duel, and where all the citizens of the Empire could watch, whether it be from down below, or from the taller buildings in the distance. “Of course, I don’t expect to lose, especially from one as soft as yourself, ha-ha! Prepare yourself, fool, you’ll be my sex-slave ye-”

*FWUMMMPH!*

With Umbra’s guard down and her mouth flapping, Celestia’s arm lashed out like lightning, exploding against the wicked Queen’s lower lip with the force of a runaway cart ---- and that was just a jab, hardly the full deal of exactly how hard Celestia could punch. The blow was meant to disorient; a calculated move to set the stage for another more terrific punch, and it achieved its goal when Sombra found herself looking to the side amid a sticky, sickly trail of drool hanging off her bottom lip.

It wasn’t common for the noble Sun Princess to take the first shot, let alone one that was completely unexpected, but she knew what was on the line here, and above her honor was the pressing need to defeat the other woman...and defeat her she would! At least, she hoped she would; Celestia drew another frosty, frigid breath, and pressed forward, smashing her other fist into Sombra’s right cheek now, to devastating effect. The crash of rich leather against warm flesh echoed through the crystalline streets below, and with a loud ‘UNG!’ amid the rumbling of the platform, it was now officially on.

The ground shook, and pillars of solid crystal rose from four corners around the dueling duo, two of gorgeous, Arctic blue, and two of more sinister, scarlet hues. All four glowed with magical light, and strands of dazzling light wrapped themselves around the pillars before dissipating to reveal velvet ropes that finished the squared circle. 

“Keep talking, bitch!” Celestia growled; oh, how scandalous of her, but yet, how tempting it was! She pushed forward with great success, making full use of her earlier advantage by following up with a massive uppercut in between the sculpted slopes of the Queen’s powerful, rock-hard abs, smashing into her with the force of a runaway mine cart. The Queen dropped her arms and bent over just so, and her face contorted into a beautiful image of wrought belly-agony. Air rushed from her heated lungs, searing the frigid air with frost from her nose and parted lips and right into Celestia’s smirking face.

Sombra took two steps back, panting, gasping for air, and Celestia had her. She turned her mighty body like a ballerina; her right leg extended, and it whistled through the air as she followed up with a massive roundhouse kick, aimed right for Sombra’s head. It was one that could take Luna down, surely, it was more than enough to bring this pseudo-goddess to her knees….and indeed it did; except, Celestia’s leg never reached Sombra. The dazed Queen was hardly as confused and punchdrunk as Celestia had hoped, and she easily ducked under the blow, only to rise up with all the grace and power of a swan, sensually wrapping one gloved fist around Celestia’s lovely waist, and looping her other fist under the Princess’s leg so she could smash her fist into Celestia’s dripping, warm pussy.

If Celestia could punch hard, then Sombra could punch harder; at least, it was what Celestia felt as the blow rocked her to her core; from the tender, sweet, tight pussy lips, to her rattling pelvis and spine, it made her white out for a second, and the next thing she knew, her head was arched back and her mouth was open, screaming to the heavens in agony. Her eyes were screwed shut as she held back the tears, and she barely could take another breath before she was punched in her privates again...and again and again as the Queen revelled in sadistic glee, before mercifully releasing the Princess with a shove, forcing her to stumbled about in a confused, horrified state as her bruised twat began to drip even more ferociously. She tried to raise her gloves, mumbling ‘oh goddess’ repeatedly as she tried not to drop from the sheer pain between her legs, only for fire to rupture from her chest as it was set ablaze by four lightning fast punches to her right tit, a vicious, merciless one-two one-two combination that smacked her breast about and smashed it into her ribs with such power it shook her. Before she could even react, another four came in, this time, striking her left breast with equal, unforgiving power, sending her stumbling back and trying to make sense of the pain overloading her head. 

“Gah! ANNNGGGH! Stop!!!!”

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Really old sketch I was planned to make as another Equestrian kickboxing match like Celestia vs Chrysalis, but... lost interest in this series. Decided to post it finally~

The story by amazing IsisAzza