Princess Celestia chuckled to herself as she loomed on the horizon almost as large as an actual sun. Twilight thought she could save the best Microverses for herself, but Celestia knew her former student far too well. “My, my, I can barely even see your buildings. Your whole world is the size of my throne room, or less… it’s exhausting being the beloved princess all the time. Being proper, kind, and Benevolent… it’s exhausting. No one as the confidence to ask of I need to blow off steam.” She motions to herself, “no one wants a piece of this fine Princess ass?! So, sorry if this is a bit… rough, but I’m in a Dom mood, and you’re all rather predisposed to being submissive. So, whichever tiny spec city makes the best show of worshipping your Goddess, will get brought back as my special Royal Spec Farm. The rest… well, you’ll get a piece of this ass… the hard way.”