Story 3: "Trixie and Sunset Get Cocky"

The catacombs beneath Canterlot wind and spiral, its walls decorated with the deceased, their empty eyes seeing all. The heavy musk of a thousand years cling to the air, the dirt and filth caking the tunnel floor to ceiling. There is light here, but it sits atop melting candles, coloring the catacombs in periodic splotches of eerie light.

At the end of these catacombs is a large metal door. Sitting above it, flashing in a spectrum of lights, is a neon sign. It says, “TOTALLY NOT A SEX DUNGEON.”

Behind the door lies all manners of interesting machines: chains that sparkle darkly against low lighting, chairs and beds designed to punish, all manners of wheels and spikes and electrical implements.

From out of a nearby door walks a familiar draconequus carrying a cardboard box labeled “TOTALLY NOT SEX TOYS”. He’s dressed head to foot-and-hoof in black leather. The mask he wears has zippers over the mouth and eyes, which probably explains why he trips over one of the torture chairs, the sex toys spilling from the the box all over the floor.

With a fast movement from his eagle talon, Discord unzips his eyes and mouth. “Oh!” he says, blinking in surprise. “There you are! Didn’t see you come in. Welcome to yet another titillating Tales From the Clop!

“You’re probably wondering what all this loveliness," he pauses to gesture at his leather costume, “is doing on all this loveliness,” he says, sweeping his lion paw over himself. “I’m just waiting for my mistress to arrive, you see.”

Almost at his words, another nearby door slams open. In walks his mistress, her inviting figure covered both in leather and her usual zebra stripes, her snow-white-on-beetle-black mane cascading over her shoulders. Her face is steeled and demanding, looking down sharply upon Discord with a sneer on her lips.

“Ah, there she is now!” Discord says. “Back into character!” He proceeds to zip his eyes back up.

He runs to a corner next to his mistress, then gets on his hands and knees. “I’m ready, my mistress!”

“I’m over here, you silly dear,” she rhymes.

After an awkward pause, Discord turns in her direction and bows again.

“Do not even try to flee,” she says as she reclines on a padded couch and spreads her legs. “Get your ass over here and service me!”

“What can I say?” Discord says. “Sometimes it’s just fun being submissive. That reminds me of a story!” He pulls out a book from… somewhere.

“Even a princess can enjoy the perks of being a bondage slave. While I’m busy munching mare muscle, why don’t you all see what happens when Trixie and Sunset Get Cocky!”

Story By: Bronystories
Written By: Damocles23
Edited By: Brony_Fife

FETISHES AND TRIGGER WARNINGS: Futa, Threesome, Anal, BDSM, Bukkaku

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

Silence and darkness. Bad start for any evening ever, unless one has downed the whole cantina of Sweet Apple Acres. Which, at least that evening, Twilight didn’t do. Lousy Applejack and her talks about ‘drinking problems’...

Last thing she remembered was trotting on her merry way towards Carosel Boutique at her friend’s invitation. Then a clonk in the head followed by pain and blackness.

Twilight Sparkle woke up with a splitting headache and a weird, metallic taste in her mouth. Her surroundings were blurry, wobbling shapes but she had this gut sensation to have seen these shapes somewhere. Some trumpets were lying around the floor, stashed with a cardboard blue lollipop and a planet with three crude, cartoon stars attached to it with springs.

She smacked her lips to get rid of that taste but found instead a small, plastic orb lodged between her lips, scraping her teeth. She yelped in fear and tried to get up and run away, but to no avail. Her hooves were shackled to the walls, grasping at nothing but air. Cheap, plastic smelling air.

She looked down and held her breath at what she saw. Her hind legs shackled as well and spread by a black bar. Twilight tried to flap her wings only to find them painfully pinned to the wall, cold circles of metal holding their bases in their cold grasp. As usual, brute strength wasn’t the answer Twilight needed. Not the one found in her muscles, anyway.

She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to pour as much power she could into her horn, at least to make some light and at best to free herself, but a small jolt of pain shot from her horn down to her spine. Her horn, too, felt constrained, not that she could just roll her eyes up there and see what was it all about. Just a round border of something black and bulky that kinda smelled like rubber dangerously close to her eyes.

“If that’s a surprise to you...take a look down below,” purred an unseen voice.

Twilight followed the direction and noticed something new had been added. Phasing into existence just above her vagina, was a massive, flaccid cock. It had a brilliant purple complexion and firm, lively shape, its bulbous veins pulsating while its flat and broad tip nearly brushed against the floor, bulging outwardly to give it a form more like a bludgeon than a penis. A plump, puffy penis that, once it came into view, Twilight felt her crotch instantly weighted down, only stopped from slipping by her bindings. A surprised moan bleated from Twilight’s gagged mouth.

Just as the penis finished appearing, the owner of that unspeakably smug voice dashed into view.

“Yes, it is I! The Great and Powerful Tr-r-rixie!” She made her entrance jumping in front of her captive with her starry cape swishing, her ‘rs’ trilling like a full suit of holiday bells.

Twilight simply rolled her eyes. Just the one punch in the gut her pride needed: taken down by Trixie! And no Alicorn Amulet around her neck this time, either.

“Mock Trixie, if you must! You will realize that you have no means of escaping. No means!” Trixie whipped out a mirror, and Twilight yelped in a fit of confusion at the reflection she saw.

Her horn was encased in a magic-dampening sleeve, molded to look like a big, fat horsecock, which wobbled and twitched every time the young Princess tried to course her will through it. She wanted to yell but it did nothing but shove further into her throat the foul tasting plastic device. Twilight took another look to the other, more natural phallus below and realized she had to look really silly from an outside perspective.

"Growing magic!" Trixie said with a sinister chuckle before taking a few steps toward her and brush lightly her hoof against Twilight’s new pride. "I'm sure you're familiar with it. I just added my own unique flourish to the spell." She poked the flaccid appendage with a hoof and giggled. “And it worked far better than I thought.”

Needless to say, Twilight Sparkle had the feeling it would turn into a very weird, very sexy evening. Or a total disaster. It was a 50/50 chance. The itching in her new organ leaned towards the former and a bit to the right.

“The Great and Powerful Trixie supposes you want to give a few words of gratitude for granting you this honor.” Trixie snatched the ball gag in Twilight’s mouth with a telekinetic pull, pulling it out with a small pop.

“Ohhh...Not again!” She passed her tongue on her teeth to ease the small pain. “Not even the time to take a nap!”

Trixie blinked then her pupils widened to a comical degree with a loud pop. “Pardon?!”

“I just got back from this kind of fun yesterday! You could’ve warned me at least.” She tried to move her hoof to massage her pained head but the shackles were still there. “I don’t know...send me a letter or something. You know where I live.”

“‘This kind of fun’? What does that mean?!”

“Rarity.” Twilight shrugged without moving her shoulders. “Beat you to it by a looooong shot.”

“Rarity? White unicorn, purple mane, bit of a drama queen, annoying voice, that Rarity?” Trixie had to admit to herself that sometimes she got Twilight’s friends mixed up. After all, it was mostly healthy to obsessively obsess over just one enormously-attractive purple Princess at time.

“Yeah, she kidnaps me twice a week, gives me some corrected wine which I just drink anyway, locks me in her basement, grows me a dick with a spell I regret teaching her every day, and rides the crap out of me until I pass out covered in sweat and cum. Then I wake up in my library with an apology letter taped to my pillow.”

Trixie’s jaw formed a crater on the wagon’s floor as a weird, droning noise came from her mouth.

“...I’m used to this stuff,” Twilight summarized. “Sometimes Spike joins in if he gets lucky.” Twilight shuddered at the mere memory of her friend and assistant’s squeals of pleasure, a familiar ball gag shoved in his mouth and something else entirely shoved in his orifices. “The things he would do for love…The things he would take in the butt...”

Trixie took a few steps backward, the mood of the evening completely and utterly spoiled by this disturbing revelation. She trudged back and forth in bemusement, stuttering angrily.

Then she stopped.

She turned around, a devious smile on her lips as she glared daggers at Twilight.

“Are you alright?” Twilight asked. “You look really pale. I’d call somepony for help if I wasn’t shackled and with a rubber cock on my head.” Twilight blinked. “Never thought I’d have to say that line again.”

“Y-yes! The Great and Powerful Trixie is in no way unsettled by this revelation about your private life!” She straightened her cape and hat with a fell swoop of her hoof, eyeing greedily Twilight's growing member. “In fact, don’t think your past experiences with your perverted friend will help you!”

“Hey!” Twilight shouted, sending Trixie off balance while on her rant. “I won’t let you talk about Rarity that way. Just because she’s a nymphomaniac with a very roundabout way to show affection doesn’t mean she’s a bad pony!”

“Y-You’re right...Sorry. Gaaah, what is Trixie apologizing for?! Trixie is supposed to be the dom here, for Celestia’s sake! The Great and Powerful Trixie will fuck you unlike anypony before!”

“That’s fantastic!” An adorable smile appeared on Twilight’s lips, flustering Trixie’s further attempts to be intimidating. “You were doing so good, it would be a shame to lose your momentum now! I mean, this isn’t the best sex dungeon I’ve been tied up in, but at least the introduction was good. Not to mention this…” Twilight purred and her virility twitched, starting to grow in size and hardness. Trixie turned on her hooves and brushed her silky tail on Twilight’s muzzle, its base damped of her female juice.

“And that’s nothing... Sparkle!” Trixie hissed, savouring every consonant like fine orgeat. She rolled her tongue around her name again, tasting it before she could use that tongue on that very gifted mare. “Ssssparkle...!”

“Oh, yes! Say my name! I’ve been such a bad pony! I totally deserve it!” Twilight mewled and Trixie smirked, her awesome ego getting its fix.

“Not so fast, my little plaything. First we got to take some precautions…”

A cock ring was placed near Twilight’s tip with a magic wisp, squeezing it lightly to give it a much darker purple hue. Her growing pride felt choked up, a small pinching pain growing in its tip. The good kind of pain, though, the kind that squeezed a small drop of precum out of her.

Small, metal clips were added to her nipples and she bit her lip to contain the much sharper pain, pinching and hurting her swollen teats. Suddenly, a wide butt-plug found its way up her anus, forcing a full-on whinny of pain out of her as it stretched her backdoor, filling her.

“Well, if you react like that at the small stuff, Trixie doesn’t want to think of later!” Trixie chuckled and Twilight rolled her eyes, her tail flicking nervously back and forth on the floor. “First...I’ll give you a taste…”

Trixie’s hot breath teased Twilight’s ever growing appendage, sending a small wave of anticipatory pleasure up her shaft. She started kissing Twilight’s inner hips as her new organ twitched and brushed against Trixie’s mane. For a fleeting instant her horn brushed against her sensitive sex and Twilight bit her lip to not let a yelp escape her mouth, lest she would already spoil the fun.

Trixie smirked and wanted to give her favour to the Princess, poking her muzzle against Twilight’s member. She breathed on it at a regular pace, keeping her greedy mouth so close and yet so far before touching it across its length with her hooves. She rubbed Twilight’s puffy, swelling dick at a frantic pace before letting her tongue land a slow, long lick on its length. Trixie’s tongue maneuvered between the bulging veins, hitting every spot that mattered before her lips started grazing against the swollen, aching tip. Its taste was salty. Its smell was extravagantly masculine.

In fact, she would’ve never expected intelligent and graceful Twilight to have such a broad, plump dick. Not that she was complaining, but she expected the Princess’ finer qualities to be reflected through that spell, not sprouting a honest-to-Celestia bludgeon between her legs.

Twilight was already drooling, showing her participation with satisfied mewls and screams while her eyes were etched on the spectacle of Trixie rolling her swollen tip with her tongue, rolling it left and right before smothering it with her soft lips. She threw her head at the ceiling and moaned at the wonderful pressure building up in her nethers as her dick sprung up and grew to a narrower angle, the perfect shape to be shoved in Trixie’s waiting maw. She already had a dick dangling from between her legs but every time it felt...virginal. Unaccustomed at the touch of a mare (or a dragon), each stroke turning into needles of pleasure being carefully poked into her spine.

Twilight’s flare sang as it sunk into Trixie’s mouth, stretching her jaw and overwhelming her with the tasty, musky scent. Slow inch after slow inch entered her mouth as she locked her gaze with the purple Princess. Trixie’s lips molded around the purple, pulsating obelisk and plunged her tongue on the entrance of Twilight’s urethra, lapping vigorously as she sucked the leaking precum out of her.

“Aaaargh! Trixie...Yes…” Twilight wanted to take the magician’s head in her hooves and shove herself further inside, throat-fucking at her own savage pace, but she only managed to make the odious metal tingle weakly, still lodged in the wall. Her hips moved of their will and her tip tickled past Trixie’s tonsils, drawing a satisfied moan from her captor-turned-lover. The sound of slurping and smacking lips together filled the small wagon while the scent of sex and bodily fluid was raising slowly and ready to stain the air.

A blue hoof slipped in between Trixie’s haunches and rubbed furiously at her winking lips, preparing her gaping, lonely hole to be filled with some Princessy goodness. Trixie’s mouth somehow stretched further as Twilight’s dick plumped up a bit more. Trixie would’ve called her a showoff but instead let herself in a satisfied giggle, praising her luck and Twilight’s genetics. She took in her mouth more of the massive pride of Twilight Sparkle and lapped at it more vigorously, caressing with her tongue every vital spot, sending another spear of pleasure rattling to the center of Twilight’s very soul.

Trixie’s jaw hurt a little as she tried to stretch more than was healthy, but she used all of her willpower to taste that fat marvel, to have it lodged in her throat and to milk all the precious seed her favourite Princess was willing, no, destined to give her. Her hoof pressed harder on her nethers and Trixie’s head spun around when she squirted weakly. The cock ring tingled weakly and...

Just as Twilight was lodging herself deeply in that fantastic mouth, boiling baby batter waiting to burst down Trixie’s throat, a shrill challenge came from the sprung-open door.

“Not so fast, you phony magician! Sparkle is mine!” The sunshine-gold mare made her entrance, ripping off the doors of the wagon with a magical blast.

Trixie, startled, popped Twilight's dick out of her mouth, a small strand of saliva still uniting them. She narrowed her eyes angrily at the party pooper. A party pooper she didn’t know very well, but her exploits were...not to say legendary, if only because her very nature would rebel if she acknowledged that...she settled on ‘notable’. For the moment.

Sunset Shimmer, former apprentice of Princess Celestia and all around pain in the flank, stood there framed by Luna’s moonlight, flicking her firey mane and tail with the utmost grace. She smirked and her horn fizzled lightly, closing the doors behind her with a noisy slam. She stood there a few seconds in that obviously prearranged photo, almost expecting the flash of a camera to immortalize her beauty.

The narcissism of some ponies!

“Sunset Shimmer!” Twilight smiled but her expression soon turned in a puzzled one, mostly because of doubt and a painful lack of foreshadowing. “Wait, are you here to save me or to fuck me? Because I kind of expect the latt—”

“Trixie!” She pointed with a hoof to the sordid magician. “I challenge you to a duel! The winner shall claim Twilight Sparkle’s virginity!”

Trixie and Twilight both forced a noisy chortle before snorting out an irreverent, vibrant laughter. It was nice to see that Trixie’s rival was a good sport about it, after all. To say that Sunset was disconcerted by this wouldn’t have been enough.

“What’s so funny?” Sunset blinked and pouted. “Did you think it’s a joke? I knew of the plans of this phony and it was my right, my destiny to thwart—” Trixie and Twilight laughed even harder, the blue unicorn sent rolling on the floor.

“Was that the presentation? Because I can do bett—”

“If this mare here is a virgin then the Great and Powerful Trixie is the Princess of the Moon,” Trixie proclaimed while snickering like a school filly and lifting herself from the ground. Twilight’s eyes widened and she scrunched her face, sticking her lower lip and staring sternly at Trixie.

“Whaaaat?” Sunset whined.

“Even if true, it’s not nice bringing it out. “

“Bringing out...what?”

“Third mare in a row. I don’t know if to consider myself incredibly lucky or incredibly busy.”

“What does that mean…?” Sunset Shimmer’s gaze fell on the long, hard phallus between her former antagonist’s legs, complete with a plump and hairy ballsack. Sunset’s mouth watered instantly as very unseemly thoughts flooded her mind. She was so adorably awkward staring at Twilight’s dick, she drew a shared grin from the captive Princess and the very equivocate showmare.

Trixie chuckled and put a foreleg round Sunset’s shoulders. “Let Trixie tell you a story about a perverted fashionista and her den of iniquity, and the fact that Trixie sadly came second in this business.”

“S-second?”

“Yup. And you are the third wheel. Surprised, yet? Turns out that her stylist friend beat us. Several times. Two times a week!”

“Rarity? Purple mane, really well groomed, flair for the dramatic?”

Trixie nodded.

The thought left a sour taste in Sunset’s mouth. “I don’t have time for this drivel! I’m here to take my rightful prize!”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “Well, I’m already powerless here, so I don’t think it’s much of a challenge.”

“Well, tough cookies, Shimmer! The Great and Powerful Trixie caught her first!” Trixie stomped her hooves on the ground and concentrated her will on the tip of her horn, creating a small, blue lightning ball. It started to pulse and growl at the golden unicorn, who stayed remarkably calm.

“Yes...but can you keep her?” A flash of light bathed the room and nearly blinded Twilight Sparkle. She blinked several times to get rid of the cool green stains in her eyes only to see Trixie writhing on the ground… and enjoying herself immensely.

A quite generous member made of pure magic was thrusting in and out of her, parting her pink lips with gusto. Her tail was lifted as well as her butt, giving Twilight full view of that big, glowy thing squeezing itself inside Trixie, going in and out at a cruel pace. It didn’t look like a real penis, more like a glowing cylinder of energy, but Trixie didn’t appear to mind. At all. It was rutting her in just the right way, kissing her clitoris every time it slid inside to skam her cervix, sending an electrical shock wave down her legs and spine. Liquid pleasure escaped from her folds and coated shamelessly the magic creation, Trixie’s mind lost in a lustful landscape.

She groaned as the thick cock pushed further and further inside her. It was extremely painful, but there was a tiny smidgen of pleasure shining through the roaring horsecock forced into her pucker. In fact, she was really enjoying feeling this filled, her pussy gargling and guzzling more and more of Sunset’s lustful thoughts given form. She could feel her whole body being stretched, her hole stretching larger, her road being paved to take Princess Twilight’s glory deep inside her.

She could even feel a pair of magical balls slapping against her butt as the thing slammed in her even faster, turning the delectable warmth buried in her crotch in a blazing inferno of lust, reducing the usually calm and stylish performer to a shrieking, sex-crazed mess as her vagina shlicked and popped obscenely at each thrust of her rival’s sorcery. It was designed to surely drain her energy, to weaken her so that her rival could take that purple prize for herself...and when she saw Sunset lustfully licking Twilight’s neck, completely at her mercy when her hooves were descending on her cock, Trixie was quite sure of it.

She wouldn’t allow it.

At last, she came just as quickly as she was fucked, the construct exploding in tiny sparkles as her ambrosia gushed out, forming a warm puddle on the floor. The blessed afterglow obfuscated her senses, but still ached deep beneath her crotch, screaming for more. She panted and groaned as a defiant smirk formed on her lips even though her legs were still shaking weakly. Shimmer turned towards her when she heard a sarcastic cough.

“That was it?”

“Y-you...what? That spell could’ve fucked the brains out of a god! How can you have finished already?”

“Trixie’s business card doesn’t say ‘Great and Powerful’ for nothing.” Trixie chuckled and fixed the loose locks of her mane, drops of sweat hanging from the tips. “Was that all you had?”

“Well...I…” Sunset looked left and right, searching for an escape. She met Twilight’s gaze who just shrugged. “I guess that was it.”

“Girls!” Twilight yelled, trying to clap her hooves to get their attention. Lousy shackles. “You know this is cute and all, but you know what my friend Pinkie Pie says?”

“No, what does she say?” Sunset said while Trixie just shook her head.

“You gotta share... you gotta care…” Twilight grinned.

Suddenly, Trixie and Sunset Shimmer exchanged a dirty look.

“Truce, Sunset dear?”

“For now.”

The two leaned close together and bathed Twilight's cock with their tongues, sloshing up and down her shaft, wet saliva making it glisten in the light of the two unicorn’s fizzling horns. Their lips worked their way around Twilight’s rounded tip, pressing on the delicate nerves to rile her right at the point where Trixie alone had stopped earlier.

It quickly grew fully-erect with a noisy sproink, sending drops of precum all over the place and her captors’ fur, following the same curve of Twilight’s tush. Twilight winced at the pinching pain of the cock ring. Her nipples, too, swelled but their growth was stopped with great pain as the pinches increased their hold on her soft flesh. The two mare’s lips eased that pain when they took her cherries gently between their lips, their warm tongues caressing the nerves. Twilight’s vagina was leaking profusely and coated her balls with glistening liquid pleasure, big bundles of steam wrapping around her crotch.

The heat of their mouths slowly grew along her shaft. The moment one had the hold of the tip, the other sucked on the wide underside of Twilight’s dick.Their tongues rolled around the bulging veins, sending Twilight’s mind to a sex-fuelled dreamscape, her wings flapping madly without managing to escape from the shackles.

Massive amounts of pleasure were pandered in the equally-massive organ, suckling noises and smacking of lips and girlish giggling filling the air. Twilight was thrashing around, sending the wall creaking and protesting. The cock ring was choking her harder and pain and bliss were thrown together in an absurd mix, sending her over the edge then violently throwing her out of it, like some kind of crazed yo-yo. She was returned to reality when she caught a glimpse of Sunset passionately taking all of her length in her stretched maw while Trixie was fondling and suckling her balls, gurgling obscenely at every stroke of tongue.

“G-girls...Ahaaaaa-ha!” Twilight screamed and she felt an audible clink. She finally came in spurts so strong that pain rippled through her dick as massive splashes of warm cum were swallowed by the two mares, attached to her semen spewing tip like a baby suckling a bottle. Small puddles of cum formed on the floor as the two feasted on the thick semen, reveling in its pungent musk and salty taste. Her cock flopped weakly and lost just a small glimmer of its hardness as the lustful pair swallowed the last drops of warm stallion juice. An evil grin formed on their mouths while Twilight was still moaning from the afterglow pressure lodged in her crotch.

“Alright, Sunset dear…” Trixie said. “This will take some cooperation from your side.”

“How so?” Sunset cocked an eyebrow, curious. She then picked up the mirror with her magic grasp and looked at her face, wiping one last drop of cum from the side of her mouth.

“Well, we’ll have to decide on who gets to…” Trixie leaned closer to Sunset and whispered something in her ear. Sunset Shimmer’s stare went vacant and her jaw fell on the floor before Trixie exploded in another bout of girlish laughter.

“Well…” A powerful blush scorched Sunset’s cheeks. “D-Do you have a coin or something to decide that?”

“Well, of course.” She flipped a coin in the air with a hoof. “Heads or tails?”

“Tails!”

The coin landed heads up. Trixie gave a full toothed grin and smacked her lips together.

Sunset let out an annoyed snort. “Crap.”

“Someponies are just born to be second place.” She grinned smugly and caressed Twilight’s sticky-from-sweat mane. “I’ll go first…”

Trixie stood on her hind legs and pinned her hooves around Twilight's head. She approached her with her burning sex slowly dancing around Twilight’s hungry tip. Trixie’s hooves brushed Twilight’s shoulders and played with the loose locks of her mane, planting a few kisses on her face and jawline. Her hips rolled back and forth letting her lower lips kiss Twilight’s cock on their own, teasing Twilight’s enormous organ to drool.

The delicate features of her soaking wet flower sharing its warmth with hers. Her clit throbbed with glee as it wobbled, slave of the crazed winking of her folds. Sensation unlocked in the Princess’s mind: she wanted that hole. Trixie’s hole.

“P-please,” she whispered when the outline of Trixie’s vag was teasing cruelly her hungry cock, beating a rhythm out of it with ginger strokes of her hips.

Her lips lunged at her, and at the same time Trixie impaled herself on Twilight’s cock.

Twilight’s cock spread Trixie’s love muscles slowly, coated by the rain of Trixie’s liquid pleasure. The tip slid in with ease and her walls hugged Twilight’s pride as her canal was filled with her throbbing meat. Twilight moaned with mirth but the sound of her pleasure was swallowed by Trixie’s hungry kiss. Her tongue darted in and brushed past her tonsils while the magician’s hips rocked back and forth as her hind legs were steadily planted on the ground, pumping back and forth. Inch after inch disappeared in her and was pulled out, only to be plunged back in by Trixie’s wanting snatch, creating a wonderful friction between their organs, joined together at last. She bucked back and forth, slamming the rock hard cock against her insides, her tip kissing Trixie’s cervix like a sloppy lover while Trixie’s and Twilight’s tongues were jousting in their shared mouth.

Sunset then climbed on top of her, stepping painfully on Trixie’s back and delicately placing her rump above Twilight’s horn sleeve.

Sunset Shimmer felt incredibly awkward doing this, but steeled herself, keeping her front hooves pressed against the walls while she tried to work the rubber phallus into her vagina. It didn’t feel as warm or lively as a stallion’s real cock, but it throbbed like the real thing. She could feel Twilight’s magic rebelling against its constraint, a powerful current of raw power raging back and forth in the tubular containment. She pressed it against her folds and let gravity do the work to let it enter slowly…

...until she slipped and fell, impaled on the savagely throbbing thing, letting out a suprised yelp. Not only that, the tip of Trixie’s horn lunged forward when its owner was busy sucking out Twilight’s face, and with preternatural precision found Sunset’s butt hole, its fizzling warmth invading her. Trixie’s delicate appendage yelled of pain and shot an arrow of pure enjoyment right to her brain. She perfectly knew where it had been shoved, but there was a time to eeewww and a time to rut two ponies silly.

Sunset and Twilight yelled simultaneously as they connected. The pain in Sunset’s two holes was so sudden and intense, it caused her vision to speckle, little stars dancing in front of her eyes. But as Trixie bobbed her head slightly, stimulating Sunset’s stretched anus, and as Twilight did likewise to pleasure her vagina, Sunset found her pain melting into pleasure. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and sighed dreamily, her tongue hanging out of her open mouth.

Twilight’s horn, encased in the phallic shape, vibrated vigorously inside Sunset Shimmer’s velvet walls, making every inch of her pink, soft flesh tingle and slather. She moved her hips around it in a circular and steady movement to let the vibration spread to every part of her femininity, up to her womb. Raw magic pulsed all the way up Sunset’s rectum in perfect coordination with Twilight’s, stimulating every inch of the sensitive tissue that coated her innermost parts.

The rubber dick, on the other hoof, was choking Twilight’s horn right at the base and feeling painfully sensitive. Twilight could feel Sunset’s inner folds not as just mere flesh but as the very idea of her sex, propelled right inside her brain. The organ that allowed her to interact with reality in a much more intimate way was stimulated by the most base of acts… and she was loving it deeply. Sunset’s lower lips squeezed on the surrogate penis with such force, and each twitching of the thing squashed her folds into a sex-addicted goo.

Tendrils of pure magic were raging inside the cask, intent on feeling Sunset’s vag and savouring its touch, only to fail to penetrate the constraint. The device only tightened more and grew in a rhythm with Sunset’s thrusting, the pungent smell of her vaginal juices filling her nostrils together with the humours Trixie was drawing out with her simultaneous fucking.

A vacant thought filled Trixie’s brain and drew a grin from her when she saw a very interesting object lying nearby. She picked up with her telekinesis a riding crop and gave a quick strike to Twilight’s ballsack. Twilight shrieked of pain among all the moans, a small drop of suffering poured in her delight. She was abused in every sense of the word, on every part of her body and down to her very soul, her very being used for the pleasure of two D-list antagonists of hers with too much time on their hooves.

Twilight’s captors drew orgasm after orgasm, hoarding pure pleasure like an ancient dragon would hoard jewels. The sensations Twilight felt, of plunging her amazing cock and horn inside these two sex gluttons, felt amazing, but it didn’t have a purpose. Twilight was driven just dangling above the edge but never reaching it, the orgasm that she sought painfully kept away from her. The gurgling semen trapped in her balls screamed to be poured in Trixie’s womb while her own magic power begged to fill Sunset’s.

Then she realized of the most annoying and sharp pain of all: the one around her dick that was squeezing her even harder, denying her satisfaction with a pain that nopony should feel. Trixie’s power was keeping it shut around her muscles, keeping her from experiencing the orgasm of her life while the two kept showering her organs with explosions of female juices.

Twilight was practically driven insane from her desire to cum, struggling to tear down the wall she was shackled to, turn the wagon into rubble and rip the blasted metal thing, so she could finally mark the two of them as hers with one, big, fucking cumshot.

The kissing suddenly stopped. Twilight opened her eyes, and found herself analyzed by Trixie’s own. Trixie smiled almost maliciously.

She knew.

"If you want to cum, then say that Trixie is the greatest, most magical pony in Equestria!" Trixie said, fondling her cheek with the same hoof that was buried among Twilight's lower lips.

Didn’t matter.

“Say it, and Trixie will allow you the privilege to cum.” A detestable glowing aura enveloped Trixie’s horn. The cock ring tingled weakly, still buried inside Trixie. Twilight had to give in, just to have a glimmer of that delight Trixie was offering her. She had lost.

"Trixie... is... the greatest, most magical pony in Equestr—" Twilight said, but was interrupted by Sunset Shimmer dislodging herself from Twilight’s horn with a wet pop, teleporting herself to not land of her sore ass. To Twilight’s surprise, the phallic constraint had been removed and fell on the floor, completely covered in Sunset’s juice. A smirk appeared on her lips.

"Hold on!" Sunset Shimmer said. "I'm the greatest!"

In response, Trixie unsheathed herself from Twilight’s still-rock-hard dick, which flopped weakly left and right, the area constrained by the cock ring adapting a bluish hue. In doing so, she’d doomed Sunset to falling down on her already-sore bottom. “Of what?” Trixie scoffed. “Of sucking at life?”

“How dare you!”

“By moving my mouth and saying it, Second Stringer!!”

“And you feel fulfilled by making your impromptu sex slave say that you’re the greeeaaatest! Bravo!” Sunset sarcastically clapped her hooves.

“Now you want Trixie to believe you weren’t going to do the same.”

“Ye--No! I mean...uh... Take this!” Sunset threw a tiny ball lightning to Trixie, who dodged just at the right second and only got a small burn on her cape.

“Watch it! This is my favourite cape! My only cape!” Trixie returned fire, her shot easily dodged by an elegant movement. The roaming projectile hit one of Twilight's shackles and broke it in half.

The two mages kept throwing small magic bullets, riddling holes in Trixie’s travel wagon, allowing Luna’s moonlight to enter the sex prison. One of Trixie’s missed bullets destroyed Twilight's second shackle while Sunset’s smashed the restraints on her wings. Twilight fell on her four hooves and before she could celebrate her newfound freedom, another projectile burned off a lock of her mane.

She looked up to see the blue sphere of light bouncing left and right dangerously close to a pair of cardboard Sun and Moon held by two thin chains at the ceiling. The projectile severed them and the two astral bodies fell on her captors’ heads, knocking them out in one swift stroke.

Twilight opened the door and before she could run home, have a hot bath and forget the craziness of the evening, she took a look at her swollen, pulsating dick and noticed that the cock ring had finally fell to the ground, freeing it from its burden at last!

She moved both her hooves to her sensitive appendage, her cream finally free to burst. The lustful massage grew to a faster, frantic pace, no doubt fueled by the previous stimulation, the memory of Trixie’s warm hole still alive on her flesh. Her wings fluttered frantically, losing a few purple feathers to the violent spasms of her body, forming a small puddle of feathers and pre cum on the floor.

Time stopped and something broke or, more exactly, was freed.

Her seed came out soaring in long, squishy strokes, landing right on Trixie’s and Sunset's faces. She showered them in all her potent cream, washing out the smugness and arrogance in a flood of baby batter. That was when Trixie regained her wits and opened her eyes, only to get one shot of jizz right in her cornea. Sunset woke up at her side while the two of them were coated by hot cumshot after hot cumshot.

Twilight came and came, staining her rivals with huge smears of white, turning them into a pair of vaguely pony-shaped blobs of semen. After one last trickle not strong enough to land on a face, her cock dissolved in a series of little purple sparkles.

She smiled at the two and took her leave, the double doors of Trixie’s wagon creaking slightly and the pungent smell of seed still etched in her nostrils. Trixie and Sunset Shimmer looked at each other in utter confusion, too weak to raise a hoof to stop her.

“That was…” Sunset Shimmer wiped the cum off her face. “What’s the word to say something that was both amazing and a complete disaster?”

“There’s two of them: Twilight Sparkle,” Trixie said in a lust-induced haze. Sunset shut her up with a slap of cum on her face.

Twilight left the two to their squabbles and made a mental note of getting home and at least get Rarity a note to explain her absence and to not worry her. Perhaps Spike could get that to her personally and who knows? Maybe she would have unwinded her frustrations on him.

That was when she a white silhouette flash before her eyes and she got another blow to the head. Silence and darkness swallowed her again.

An unspecified amount of time later, Twilight Sparkle woke up in the basement of Carousel Boutique, tied up and with a huge cock between her legs. The smell of aromatique candles and wine stained the air.

Rarity stood in front of her up on her hindlegs and in full dominatrix attire, holding a riding crop in her hooves. “You know what happens to the naughty ponies who are tardy, darling?”

Twilight groaned. “...Not again!”

There’s no catacombs anymore, just a kitchen. The smells here are much more welcome and buttery—with a touch of cinnamon—and the lighting is just as friendly. Too bad the chef isn’t any of these things.

Dressed as a chef, Discord stands over a countertop in gross concentration, applying cream to his latest carnal culinary concoction. His toque is several inches too high, and the moustache he’s grown on his rotting face is thin and long, spiraling up on either end. He glances up, then returns to his project.

“Welcome back, my fondly fiendish friends,” Discord says, squirting out some more cream. “I hope I enjoyed those fantastic futas as much as you did!” He gives a cheer as he finishes his latest creation.

“Earlier, somewhere getting whipped and stretched, I got hungry—for food this time. So I decided to salvage some sweet treats for you, my sour readers. Behold!” He holds up several small suspiciously-sexually-shaped strawberry cupcakes, with strategically-placed heart candies on top.

“I’ve heard the term ‘candy-vag’ before, but this is ridiculous!” Discord jokes as he tosses the tray aside. It lands in the trash accompanied by a rimshot and canned laughter, followed by applause as the trash can explodes.

He leans over another creation of his: a fruit salad made exclusively of only two oranges with one very long banana between them. With a grin, Discord takes a can of whipped cream and shakes it.

“That’s all for tonight, everypony!” chirps Discord as he puts a small dollop at the very tip of the banana. “Join me next tomb for an extra-tasty Tales From the Clop! And if you’re extra good, there might even be some dessert!”