The Tale of Bath2pounge Too: Return of the Bath2pounge

I awake to a gentle mouth suckling on my balls. I open my eyes and assess the asses immediately before me. I recognize at least one of them to belong to the sexual leviathan that is Fleur de Lis. The other is remarkably white, and quite shapely. Woah, are there three white horses all in the same bed? That's some major illumonopoly right there. I alert the two mares sucking my balls, one each, to my presence by returning the favor and giving Fleur a kiss on her vagina. I press my lips together around her budding clitoris, peaking out due to the low levels of arousal caused by tasting my balls. Now more cognizant my penis grows more erect, standing up from laying against my left thigh and flopping up and into the gap between the two mares, my girth stopping its descent at their cheekbones. This undoubtably alerts them to my waking, as sleeping people usually lack the capacity to cock-slap, unless they’re sleepwalking, but I am clearly not walking, I'm laying down, and sleeplayingdown isn't a real disease, it's how people normally sleep, Nathan. It's common knowledge that we all three know that the others are awake, but the two mares are torn between addressing my face and attending my balls.

In some sort of attempt at balance, Fleur turns her head to face me. "Goodmorning, stud," she says, nuzzling her cheek against the side of my shaft. "Did you sleep well?"

"Exceptionally so." I ungulate up and down on the bed. "Feather bed?"

"Yes, you seem to have quite the taste for finer living."

"More like I have quite a taste… for your vagina! HEY-O!"

…

"Anyway, who's your friend?"

"Oh, this is just somepony from the orgy last night, don't you remember her?"

"My brain has a hard time forming new memories when I'm aroused, because my dick calls dibs on its blood supply, HEY-O!"

The third pony slurps my balls loudly before rising up. "I'm Bathsheba, you?" she says casually, as if she had just walked into a bistro and asked the soup of the day, instead of the name of the stallion who had (assumably) fucked her silly all night. It's broccoli and cheese, by the way, Tuesday's regular.

"I'm Bathspounge," I say, taking in an eye-full of her. She is a beaut', pale white skin, flowing purple mane curling up like waves at the ends, big eyes, soft tongue: it's like looking in a mirror. I raise an eyebrow, this is odd, and we have similar names? Shit, this is rule sixty-three me? Isn't it?

"You got a long lost twin sister you know about?" she says, sliding up on my body, resting her head on my chest and wrapping her hooves around my sides.

"Nope. Never knew my dad, though, so you might be one of his," I reply, moving a hoof to the back of her head and stroking her mane.

"Well I know who my mom is, but my dad did have a first marriage, and they did have a son, but his name was Snowflake, and he died, so that can't be you, can it?" she says, flicking her tongue against my chest between words.

"It can!" I yell, shaking the bed, "I changed my name, and I was a sick kid, he probably thought I had died. Dude! You're my half-sister!"

"Kick ass!" she yells before high-hoofing me.

"You two seem shockingly okay with incest," Fleur comments from my crouch.

"Well my dad fucked me silly till high school," Bathsheba says at the same time I say "I fucked my mom until I was 16." Until we finish by saying "so I've got a predisposition to it," together. We stop, stare at eachother, and pause. Then, in unison a smile creeps over our faces. She throws herself at me, I catch her open mouth with mine and we start making out. Our tongue meet midway and intertwine and our lips slide over eachother, dripping salvia down from between us and wetting down the fur around our mouths. Her tongue and mine feel so right together, they naturally intertwine perfectly. We push against eachother and fight for dominance, but there is no winner, we are perfectly evenly matched in every way. Fluer takes my cock in her mouth and moves it up to the entrance to my sister's vagina before pushing it in. Her vagina is a lot like a water snake, you remember water snakes? They're those hallow tubes of gel contained within plastic. They were big in the late 90s and early 2000s. Her vagina is a lot like one of those. It's tight, but stretchy enough that it doesn't hurt me, and my dick is inside her so she's having a good time even if it hurts. Her vaginal skin is so soft, it reminds me of her mouth, all her skin, really. Her skin is really soft, like a lamb, or a filly, or the palms of someone who's never done physical labor. My penis easily slides into her, the walls just tight enough to firmly grasp my cock, holding every side of it with her slick, velvety vice.

I push my hips against my sister's body, my cock sliding deeper into her vagina, hitting the back wall and stretching it backwards into her torso. As she becomes too tight for my cock to continue sliding in comfortably, my continued thrusts begin to lift her off the bed, supporting her weight on my cock even as the gravity makes her slide farther down it. Her cervix struggles against the head of my cock as 3 more (that's half) feet of penis seek her interior.

Bathsheba breaks her kiss with me, strands of saliva flicking over my face as she arches her back away from me, moaning like I'm sure she did when dad fucked her. I love incest. As she pushes her vagina down on my cock, her cervix finally gives way, and my cock enters her vagina proper. Now I've fucked a lot of wombs in my day, and I can tell you the difference between a cervix-penetration virgin and somepony who's not a cervix-penetration virgin, and from the way Bathsheba screams and throws her face into my chest, I can tell that this is the first time.

"Guess I'm a little bigger than dad?" I say, bending my head down to whisper in her ear.

She nods fervently, the fur around her face matching the fur around her vagina in wetness, only because of tears instead of vaginal excretions.

Since she's given up on having sex with me, I pick up my thrusts and loosen up her womb with a few quick, precise thrusts. At long last I can fully penetrate her, and I do, a lot of times in a row. She bites my chest as her ovaries grind against my cockhead.

"Tell me if you want to slow down," I say, petting her mane as I get into a comfortable rhythm of thrusts.

Bathsheba smirks up at me. "What's wrong bro, don't think I can handle you? NYAA~! Keep going, you fag!"

I grin back and roll Bathsheba into her back, my balls shaking the bed as they hit the sheets. I pick up my speed, slamming my dick down her vagina like the butter churn of an Amish lady who needs a lot of butter quickly.

"Oh sis, I'm gonna cum."

"DO IT!" she yells back, locking eyes with me and not breaking her stare until I finish.

I explode inside her. Now my orgasms could be called explosive on a normal bases, they don't call me Bathsplouge for nothing. No pony calls me that, but they should, since I cum a lot and often. But anyway, filling my sister with cum: this was like a bottle of glue with no cap, or better yet a glue factory's nozzle, or better yet an oil-derelict on a planet where oil is glue. Bathsheba is inflated until almost all features have disappeared into a giant white ball, like that planet with the glue and oil, actually.

"Well then," I say, getting up and tucking my penis away, "I've got a great idea to go save my love life. I'll be back in 6 to 9 hours to introduce you to my marefriend, given how many rounds Twilight wants to do after we make up."

I walk the streets of Canterlot with newfound vigor, a great weight off my chest, and out of my balls as I seek Twilight.

•••

(Twilight's POV)

I'm sitting at my desk, taking a short break to eat some cheese-covered hay-fries.

Behind me the door slams open and somepony yells. "Twilight! I want you to know that I forgive you!"

I spin my chair around to see that it's exactly who I expect, Bathspounge. I smile at him and slurp down a fry hanging from my mouth, "I'm glad, it's been 2 days, I was scared for you."

"Oh don't worry Twilers, my mastery of words and sex led me to safety."

"See? You can have good sex without a huge hyper-penis," I say, standing up from my desk and walking over to him.

"Yeah right! I still have a hyper-penis, no thanks to you."

"Did you really get your penis magicked by somepony else?" I ask, craning my neck to see under his body, "You did. You went behind my back and got your penis magicked by somepony else. And they did a really bad job, hang on, let me fix it."

"Ah!" he yells, leaping through the air away from me, "You can't take it away from me now. Because you didn't cast this spell, it wouldn't be considered a continuation of the original spell that I was a willing recipient of. So doing it now, when I am not a willing recipient, would be magic aided assault, and that's a crime, Twilight."

"No, I'm not trying to shrink your penis, is just that whoever grew your penis had no idea what they were doing and hacked your pituitary gland and then restrained it, when they should have just used a growth spell. It doesn't even save any time or effort, it is just a strictly worse way of doing it, because it's super dangerous. Bathspounge, if your hormone balance is changed even slightly, it could cause you to enter a second puberty, which would probably kill you when it tries to grow your bones bigger than would fit inside your body."

"Twilight, the fuck are you on about?"

"I need to fix your penis or you'll die!"

"No! You just want me to have a nickel-dick so I have to come back to you! You can't monopolize my testicles!" He tries to run, but I catch him with my magic and spin him to face me.

"Okay, I understand why you wouldn't want me touching your penis again. I can leave that be… but if I promise to not touch it, can you please stay and talk with me?"

"Okay," he sighs, sagging in my grip.

I toss him onto the bed and lay down next to him. "So I think you were a little immature about the whole cock-shrinking thing, but other than that I think we made great progress last time."

"I'm sorry Twilight, but I will not allow penis smallering, only penis biggering."

How has he still learned nothing? He's still obsessed with his penis, but I suppose I can still make this work. "Okay, okay, I understand, big penises are fun. But, uhm…"

"If it's okay," he cuts me off, "I wrote you a short story in order to express my feelings on the situation, and show you how I feel about the situation."

My face lights up. He cares, but he's such a creative that he needs to express himself in prose, I knew I shouldn't have given up on him. "Oh course you can!" I reach out a hoof and take the paper he hands to me. I dig into the story with my eyes

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Hyper-Ass Apocalypse Fire-Cum:

Sunshine beamed down on the river. Meanwhile, inside the sun, the two sun ambassadors from the sun council were discussing their relationship.
"I am more efficient at shining light into space," said Solaris. "You love my corona, but you can't resist a proper sunrise."
"I fucking love my solar eclipse," said Apolla. "Now, let's get you some orgasms, faggot."
"You shouldn't say such things," says Solaris.
Apolla rolls onto Solaris's back. (Solaris would slap Apolla if she weren't secretly enjoying her teasing.)
Apolla gropes Solaris's ass.
Apolla reaches down Solaris's body and gasps as she feels a second lick on her breasts.
"Eep!" shrieked Apolla, jumping back.
"What's the problem? I thought you like orgasms," Solaris says, approaching her sister, reaching out to grab her irremarkable ass.

"Awesomesauce. Now, faggot, how about them orgasms?" asked Apolla, the fire that burned hotter than the sun.
(She was really horny.)
"Would you please open your legs?"
"Gladly."
Apolla giggled as she spread her sun-legs, revealing her sun-vagina for the other sun girl to put her vagina against. Solaris grinds against her sister's sopping wet pussy, enjoying the boiling liquid precum permeating through her pussy. Apolla reached and massaged her sister's breasts. Solaris moans and presents her massive firejet boobs for her sister's suckling. Apolla flicks her firetongue down Solaris' body, dipping it into her nipple. Her blazing vagina clenching, shooting red-hot flame-cum into her sister's pussy. This makes Solaris cry and clench and thrust her boobs into Apolla's face.
"I'm only a fraction of the possible heat you are going to be able to withstand," said Solaris sexily, which makes Apolla immediately ejaculate for fifty-seven minutes. As she lets loose a blazing current of girlcum, Solaris absorb the heat, gaining approximately twelve thousand times more breast-fire, engulfing the younger goddess and triggering a simultaneous double-supernova. Equestria explodes along with all planets. (Pluto is not spared.)
Apolla continues to orgasm as her ass grows and nears the size of a sun.
"Wow faggot, you fucking destroyed Jupiter, I was engaged with Jupiter," said Apolla, continuing to cum like an interplanetary fire hydrant.
Solaris finally clenched and ejaculated, matching Apolla's orgasm and outdoing her in the aspect of volume, breastwise.
"Alright, let's clean the messy galaxy with our legendary fire-cum!" declared Solaris before accelerating her growth enough to be larger than the outward reaches of the galaxy. All of the fire-cum tickled her breasts as her vagina fueled the raging apocalypse. Apolla gasped as her sister grew far far larger than her, before redoubling her own growth using Solaris's heat to fill her ass to overflowing the galaxy. With her first act as the apocalypse god complete, she turned to her sister and chuckled before spraying her flame in the never-ending entwined heat.
"Solaris, what are we going to destroy next, you can pick," asked Apolla.
"How about YOU

choose?" asks Solaris.
"No, I insist."
"The universe?" Solaris asks, charging her next apocalyptic orgasm.
"Sounds hot, but can we really stop after that?"
"Why of course not, my flame."
Solaris explains that she and Apollo will burn everything in about six hours.
"Sounds fun!" yells Apolla, "Now let's make some game out of it: I'm gonna race you to the end of this reality."
"You're on!" responds Solaris, before puffing smoke from her nipples.
And they did.
///

What the hell is this? Why would he do this? I can't believe this, I can't believe him. I take a moment to compose myself and get over my outrage before talking to him.

"Bathspounge. What are you doing? I give you nothing but forgiveness, and you remain self-centered and oversexed. I was telling myself that I could make this work, and that I could change you, but you're not worth it."

"Oh… Twilight, I-"

"I don't want to hear it. You've had too many chances already, and squandered all of them. Just leave."

"But Twilight, I love you," he sputters.

"I'm sure you think you love me, but you clearly care more about your penis than you could about anything or anypony else. Leave me alone."

Bathspounge leaves.