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(Contains; Excesive Cum, Incest, Monster Cocks, Tentacles, Triple Anal, Cumflation, Slight Bukake, Tag Team Oral, Excesive Cumbaths, Fur Matting, Sounding, Prostate Play, Mild Hypnosis, Mild Mindbreak, Cum Knot (you’ll find out), Knotting, and Chivalrous Draconic Buttsluttery. Enjoy!)

Red follows behind the princesses, camera glued to swaying backsides and flicking tails as they make their way to Spike’s room. Each one is clad in lingerie; specifically laced bras, thongs, and thigh high socks. The thongs were special though: designed as hammocks for large sets of sheaths and balls, and made tight enough to hug the Princesses’ curves and assets while remaining comfortable. The groin pouches wiggle and slosh about, and a faint churning noise can be head if a camera strays too close to them.

He’s almost hypnotized by them. Transfixed by the jiggling masses of flesh. The princesses know what they have, and flaunt it well. Each step was deliberately slow, each sway of the hips exaggerated. Even their hoofsteps came down a little harder than average to make those beautiful backsides bounce. The sharp, metronomic clack of hooves on crystal only adds to the effect.

“Gods you girls know how to strut those asses. Work it.” Red says.

Twilight stops and spreads her legs, allowing her silk-cradled low-hanging fruits to dangle in front of the camera. The living, sentient balls undulate and morph underneath the laced confines; a caged beast begging to be released. “Don’t forget these…”

“Ooooh, good idea.” says Red. “Show all those nice ponies your healthy nuts, you three.”

Twilight places her hands on the back of her head, letting Lurk independently bounce her balls for her while she stands there flicking her tail. The heavy orbs strain against the laced fabric, teasing the audience with what’s trapped within. She lowers herself, resting her hands on her knees and her bottom just above her heels, and shimmies. Her panty plums jiggle with the motion; a sweaty, musky mistletoe inviting Equestria and beyond to a sloppy teabagging session.

“Yeah… make those nuts shake.” Red hisses through clenched teeth. One hand idly fondling the growing lump in his pants. If Twilight wasn’t about to do a shoot, those balls would be his for the rest of the day!

Critical, of course, has to cover Luna, who went for dropping to her knees and pressing her swollen sack into the floor. Moaning as her already rejuvenated batter factories swell and smoosh against the floor. Critical forces his eyes away to look somewhere, anywhere else. Of all the ponies for a big cocked princess to buttlust after, why him?!

Maybe… maybe she knew? No. No, of course not! Nopony knew… nopony.

“They’re so full, my subjects.” Luna says. Her voice is sultry and smooth, every word she’s saying seeming to lick at Critical’s ears, snapping him back to attention.

“So virile and potent. Just waiting to relieve themselves of the bubbling, steaming milk inside them. So beautiful… aren’t they, Critical?”

Critical averts his gaze, realizing the Luna had caught him staring. “Uh, y-yeah! They look great!”

“Awww.” Luna coos. She loved it when her prey feigned ignorance. “Good enough to suck?”

Critical stammers, unable to answer coherently.

“Hehehe… don’t worry.” giggles Luna. She hops up onto her hooves, very slowly picking up her lower body, letting her nuts hang invitingly in front of Critical. “You’ll say yes soon enough.”

Critical sucks in a lungfull of air. This was going to be a looong series.

Vintage zooms in on Celestia’s backside perfectly. Her legs are closed together, pushing her testicles out behind them. As her ass sways above, her large jiggly sperm banks slosh mesmerizingly back and forth. He notices Red next to him, however, ogling Princess and Protege like dinner and dessert… or two desserts depending on who you ask.

“Which one, Equestria?” Celestia asks, smacking her fat ass. “Royal, puffy ponut, or sloshing, cumfilled breeder tanks?”

“Oh that's mean.” whimpers Vintage. “Making us- I mean them- choose like that…”

“Hehe… you're right. They can always go from one to the other.”

MuskIsLife; Urge... to sniff... rising!

After another few good minutes of testicular teasing, Twilight gestures the other two princesses forward with her. “Come on you two. There's somepony else waiting for us up ahead. Or should i say ‘somedragon’?”

They’re right in front of the door, princesses moving aside so the cameras have better access to what lies behind the door. Red pushes the door open, and finally sees Twilight’s surprise.

“Hey everybody!” chirps Spike, waving nervously at the camera. The young male dragon is large; just above the average height of a stallion. There’s muscle visible underneath his scaled hide, but thick flesh and fat wrap around him to create the perfect contrast of flesh and muscle. Underneath him, massive, jiggly cheeks push outward, ensuring that he has cushion wherever he sits. Of course, he’s wearing a jockstrap- a highly favored garment for most male performers- as well as light purple stockings on his arms and feet. The cup in the front is full as well, hinting that at least part of his members are unsheathed.

“Hey there!” says Red. “Wow, um… well this is a pleasant surprise!”

“Hehe… trust me, I’m just as surprised as you are.” His cheeks flush while his legs shuffle. He’s nervous, but anyone who looks hard enough can tell he wants this, made all the more obvious by the hint of dragon musk wafting through the air.

Red had to stop himself from staring, lest he flip the Drake onto his back and dump a load into his ass right then and there. “Ahem! So uh… tell us about yourself.”

Spike leans back on his hands, crossed legs swinging back and forth ever so gently. “Well, my name is Spike Dragul, for starters. I’ve been the number one assistant for Twilight Sparkle ever since I hatched.”

“You gonna be our first straight performer?” asks a hopeful Critical.

“Oh, hardly!” chuckles Spike. “I’m like most dragons; if you're hot, I’m game.” He makes sure to lick across his upper lip while gazing into the camera. His eyes are predatory, but not dominant… like he’s hungry.

“Ooooh.” says Red, horn flickering ever so slightly to tease the growing flesh in his pants. “Sounds like you have some… experience?”

“He most certainly does.” says Twilight. She saunters over, cameras able to capture that trademark alicorn wiggle in each step. When she sits down next to Spike, the two embrace for a loving kiss. Nothing overly passionate, but enough to confirm suspicions of possible intimacy, with how Spike runs his hands through his step-sister’s hair.

“A little step-sibling scandal?” Vintage asks.

“Mhm!” Twilight nods enthusiastically, hand groping Spike’s inner thigh. “Besides being my number one assistant, he makes an excellent cock warmer as well…” She slides to the outer thigh and downward, squeezing Spike’s fat, draconic booty.

Red smiles as the little dragon jumps at the contact. “So you’re a buttslut, huh?”

Spike blushes profusely, sputtering and stuttering like a foal caught stealing cookies.

“No.” Twilight answers for him, giggling as the dragon squirms under her fondling fingers. “No, he’s completely willing to top… that is, after a certain someone pops his cherry first!”

Before anyone can asks anything else, Luna plops down next to Spike, eyes wide. “Oooooh! Saving yourself for a sweetheart? I’ve not heard of such romanticism since my days as a young adult! Tell me more!”

“Luna, behave! You’ll make the poor boy blush himself to death.” Celestia sits down next to Twilight, stroking up and down her arm. She gives Spike a smoldering gaze eyeing him like a homemade three course meal. “So… who is the lucky pony?”

The purple dragon goes quiet, shaking in his seat. “Um… well… t-that’s kind perso-”

“Oh come on, Spike!” Twilight groans, drawing a yelp from the dragon with a playful spank. “We talked about this! She’s gonna end up on the show anyway! Just say it!”

“But... what if she doesn’t-”

“She will!” interrupts Twilight. “At this point, after all you’ve done, it’s statistically guaranteed for her to say yes.”

Spike looks to Twilight, her soft, sisterly smile bringing him the confidence it always does, as well as a tiny bit of arousal. He closes his eyes, and waits for his fiery heart to slow. Finally, opening his eyes, he confesses to the world.

“Rarity. The Element of Generosity. Famed fashionista of Ponyville… she’s the one I’m saving it for.”

Everyone in the room gives their collective ‘ooooohs’ and ‘awwwws’, the action mirrored in the comment section of the live feed.

Openerofholes; You should fuck her, then each other element, in one long session. Perhaps clean the last while you fuck the next?
Re; EroMantic; No! The first time should be special!

Iwantwiinsideme; Dragon loses his virginity to hottest mare this side of Ponyville, while said mare gets double stuffed on his two big, engorged dragon cocks… *throws entire life savings at screen*

CockLover91; Oh MAN! I’m from the Crystal Empire! Spike is literally legend to us! And now, he’s actually doing porn!? There is not enough YES IN THE WORLD!!!

Re; VillainsAdvocate; picture him getting fucked by Sombra. :discordface:

HereForCelestia; So… is incest going to be a huge thing in this series or…?

“Damn!” says Critical. “That’s a Tartarus of a good choice if I’ve ever heard one.”

“So when did Twi here first propose a more… intimate relationship?” asks Red, zooming in on the Spike and Twilight’s faces.

Twilight and Spike both giggle at each other, like two school fillies with a secret. A very dirty, slutty little secret.

“Do you want to tell the story?” Spike asks Twilight, running a claw up a folded wing.

“You're the one who got railed!” chitters Twilight. She leans in to kiss his neck a bit, making Spike coo as she draws close to his fin-like ear. “Maybe… we can tell it together?”

Spike gives his royal caretaker a lap across her cheek. “Deal… but before we start…”

Spike looks at the cameras in front of them and motions for them to back off. After they do so, Spike starts to massage the bulge in the front of his jock, making the bulge grow larger and fatter, and the balls released from his genital slit churn. The other three rut-film stars see what he’s getting at, stroking their own prominent bulges, shivering as their balls are rolled around and sheaths traced.

“It was after my ascension; at least a day. As you can imagine, I. -mmm- was only just getting used to having an… ‘additional appendage’, if you will.”

“She means cock, dick, schlong...” Spike cuts in, earning himself a playful pap on the shoulder.

“The fact that we’re about to have relations is no excuse for unnecessary vulgarity.” Playfully snipes Twilight, tracing the shape of her emerging head in her silken cup. It pushes back into her hand, only increasing her pleasure as it’s pouring sends a pleasant little vibration into her balls and prostate.

ThatPone; Sphincter.
Re; PonutMuncher; fuck the solar guard...

“Says the mare who told me, and I quote, ‘Can’t wait to get up in you, Spike! Gonna give that drake booty a good stretch!’?”

Twilight stammers and blushes, looking away from the cheekily smirking dragon as his bulge increases in size. He always has liked flustering her. Usually makes her fuck him extra hard. “Moving on: I had sat with Spike about a month prior to the Ascension Incident and had ‘the talk’. It was only appropriate after I located his poorly hidden stash of mastorbatory material-”

“And asked me to borrow some!” the dragon adds while the tip off his tail tickles his testicles.

“-that I kept part of for research on draconic arousal… and found that one of his more embarrassing pieces was fanart of him rutting -oh that’s it- me in the shower.”

Spike rubs the scales on the back of his head while his cheeks deepen a shade. “Yeah… kinda embarrassing to tell your pretty-much step-sister that they -mmph- get you hard.”

Luna chuckles behind them while fiddling with her taut, clothed sack with magic and her hand. “Don’t even have blood relation. Get on my level, scrub.”

Spike looks back at her, eyes narrow. “Did you just brag about being more incestuous than me?”

“You mean the fact that you’re a step-scrub? Yeah, I kinda did.”

Before Luna’s more modern l33t speak starts an argument, Twilight continues. “Since I pretty much couldn’t keep my hands off of my new penis for twenty minutes straight, I thought it would be appropriate to offer Spike a more intimate relationship. I was shocked when he said he would only bottom until he had mated with Rarity, but not surprised.”

Celestia snorts, the bulge in her panties split down the middle by another, obviously the outline of her emerging hard-on, which she traces to outline the head of.

“So, yeah.” Spike finishes. “My butt essentially became her favorite thing next to studying in the library.”

Twilight's bulge squirms and quivers; a clear indication that her ‘pet’ is very awake… and very eager. “It became my favorite thing while studying as well.” Her horn glows and a magenta spellphone, bearing her cutie mark surrounded by her friend’s, and starts flipping through the screen.

“Oh, Twi!” sighed Spike, still fondling his growing Drakehoods. “You don’t have to-”

“The whole world is about to watch you get railed by three alicorns.” Celestia interrupts. “A little recorded romp isn’t the end of the world.”

“Found it!” chirps Twilight. Princesses, dragon, and a camera all crowd around the phone. Twilight opens up a groupchat with Celestia, Luna, and Cadance, scrolling up to a post from about three weeks ago.

“Oh, I remember this!” Luna says, gripping her balls roughly.

The post is a single, short video, with the caption ‘Getting in a HARD study session. ;)’ across its middle. In it, Twilight’s recording her Starswirl Spell Collection, only to pan down and reveal that it's sitting atop Spike’s back, while her hard, throbbing shaft pumps into his jiggly dragon ass, the leavings of previous loads oozing out around her with each thrust. Spike whimpers as it continuously hilts him, and his tail is wrapped around her midsection.

“Yeeeaaaah.” moans Twilight in the video, her right hand pawing at his assflesh. “You love it when I study with you, don’t you?”

“Y-Yeah… ah Gods…” Spike whimpers. To the top right you can see his arm, hand wrapped around one of his throbbing cocks underneath him.

“Say it… mmmgah… say my name…”

“T-Twili-”

Her hand crashes down onto his right cheek, making it ripple and forcing him to squeal. Twilight and Spike are both watching the video intently as they grope and caress the growing bulges the each are sporting. “Other name! The third one!”

Spike hesitates for just a moment, gripping the sheets and moaning out his appreciation. “Sensei… Sensei!”

Outside of the video, Celestia gives a chuckle. “I taught her well…”

“That’s right… I’m your Sensei… milk Sensei’s cock like a good little student… shit, I’m cumming again!”

The videos cuts there, and now the underwear had come down, everypony stroking their lengths to full, throbbing erection… everypony except Twilight.

“Um, Twi?” Spike asks. “You gonna whip it out or what?”

Twilight doesn’t answer, just smiles and lays back. Spike looks down and gasps at the quaking, undulating silken bulge.

Spike goes slack jawed, eyes darting between Twilight and her pet.“You… you actually did it?”

“Yep.” says Twilight, spreading her legs more to draw his eye and the two cameras hovering over her. “Had to keep my cock in base form to keep him a surprise… although you made it really hard!” On that last line, she points at the camera with a big, exaggerated smile while everyone else just rolls their eyes.

PinkPhattyRobo; HAHAHAHAHAHA get out -_-.
Re: WonderFuck: Hey Pinkie! Btw, I understand ‘PinkPhatty’, but why ‘Robo’?
Re: PinkPhattyRobo: *smirks suspiciously* You’ll find out… you’ll alll find out~. ;)
Re: WonderFuck: ‘O_O

“Well don’t tease me!” Says Spike, bouncing in his seat. “Let me see!”

With a snap of her fingers, the silk tears, the large tentacle cock shooting out and setting its gaze on Spike, hovering just inches from his nose. The purple dragon’s eyes almost roll, the musk from the thing filling his nostrils almost immediately. He leans to it’s left to address Twilight. “So… does it have a name?”

Before she can answer, it snaps to Spike's face, redirecting his attention back to it and hitting his nostrils with another dizzying whiff as it spoke. Almost like it was exhaling the stuff… blowing it in his face. “Lurk. My name is Lurk.”

Spike actually scoots back a bit, more than a little intimidated and aroused by the giant writhing mass.

“Well, uh… hey. I’m-”

“Spike.”

Spike raises an eyebrow. “You know me?”

“Memories from Host. Before she gave me life. Know your other names too.”

“Other names?”

“Slut. Little Bro. Student. Cumdump. Drake hole. Cockmilk-”

Spike frantically closes his claws around the creature's mouth while everypony around him holds back a snicker. “Okay, okay! I get it!”

Twilight tenses up, body shivering as Spike roughly grabs her talking cockhead. “Hey… you know that’s still part of me, right?”

“Oh, I know.” says Spike. “That’s why I’m doing this.”

“Doing WhaaAAAHAHAHA?!”

Spike presses his lips against her flare, and in turn, Lurk’s mouth, Prenching the cock with all his might and moaning as the tendril tongue wraps around his. His claws run up the back of Twi’s monster cock, making it purr as both Lurk and the monster’s currently-panting owner further stimulation.

“That’s it!” grunts Twilight, entire body flushed with arousal as Spike’s tongue invades Lurk. “Beginning experiment!”

With only little warning Twilight whips her tentacle, sending Spike flying into the mattress. He doesn’t bother to ask what’s happening; just spreads his legs and gives Twilight his best ‘come hither’ gaze. His sack is big, certainly hand filling, but his twin cocks are not enormous, but big. Each one at least nine to ten inches. The heads are pointed, almost like soft spear tips, and the shaft is covered in small barbs, like tiny undulating spines meant to grip into mates. Luna and Celestia feel their pussies juice at the possibilities.

Twilight wants to pounce him, but stops herself. Instead, she pulls over a chair and sits, legs spreading wide to fully display her beautiful nightmare of a groin. She pulls down her bra, letting the girls flop free for all of Equestria to see, and her hands to play with. The thick tentacle extends, seemingly infinite cockflesh slipping from the sheath, throbbing with excitement as it nears the dragon’s trained, waiting rear. Right when it reaches his hole, the tri-jawed mouth of Twilight’s cockhead opens, revealing a writhing bunch of small tentacle tongues, each drawing gasps and whimpers from the receptive lizard as they prep him for deep, rough penetration. She had told him that she was considering a Beastcock, but he thought she’d only go as far as a tentacle transformative. He is pleasantly surprised to say the least.

While Twilight is busy downstairs, Celestia and Luna look to fill the vacancy upstairs. Two pillars of equine flesh, hard and growing, loom over the dragon's heads, both Princesses having shed their lingerie, except the laced knee-highs. Their cumslits are already dripping with the pre of a dormant load, the musk making Spike's mouth water.

“Open up, little dragon…” huffs Celestia, pressing her head into his right cheek “Your princesses demand to be serviced.”

A camera floats up through his legs as the tentacle rims him, closing on his face as he clasps as much of his hands as he can around the two gargantuan cocks growing above his head, moving across them with long, lavishing strokes.

Luna thrust slightly into Spike’s left hand, pre dribbling onto his head. “Twilight’s talked about your throat… open wide!”

Spike strokes her up and down with eyes closed, shivering at the touch of stiff cockflesh against his eager hand. He tilts his head to his left, and opens his mouth. Like a river with floodgates undone, Luna’s big, pulsating meat surges into Spike’s mouth, the dragon barely gagging as it forces past his lips and mouth, straight into his gullet. Spike’s eyes flutter at the sensation of his throat being filled so completely, and starts to bob on her member immediately while his other hand jerks Celestia for dear life. The camera zooms out a bit to get a fuller picture of the whole situation; Spike gagging and slobbering all over Luna’s big fat dick, his hand pumping the big white tower of Celestia’s full mast, throbbing meat missile, and a symbiotic aberration slurping on his puckered star. His face is the clearest indication of how much he loves it; eyes looking up at Luna, hoping for admiration as his tight throat massages her turgid length. His legs are are spread and folded, clawed toes curling as Lurk eats his ass, prepping him for a deep tentacle fuck of epic proportions.

“Oh yeah.” says Luna, hips pistoning to meet Spike’s gulps, force added by the hand on the back of his head. Every few thrusts, Luna holds herself in him until he starts choking. The feeling of his contractions sends shivers through her body. “That’s it Spike… just like that… service us like a foal would his mother’s teat!.”

“He’s not bad with his hands either…” praises Celestia, hands fondling her breasts roughly. Spike twists and corkscrews along her shaft, coming up to meet the head every now and then while raking his claws gently across the semi-flared surface. “Seriously Spike, give Luna some claw action.”

Spike obeys, coming off of Luna halfway and gripping the naked part of her shaft with his hand. He twists his head from side to side, sloppily and noisily slurping on Luna’s shaft while stroking the lower half with the same twisting motions he’s using on Celestia. Luna moans her appreciation with a loud “Fuck!” and runs her hand across his cranial fins, making the dragon look up at her with big, barely-innocent eyes. One of Vintage’s cameras hovers in to capture Spike, zooming in to capture his mouth first, showing of the mixture of spittle and pre dripping from it, then hovering up to get his face, eyes clear of tears as he effortlessly gobbles the great blue dong of the night. Another camera, Red’s this time, zooms in on Luna’s face, capturing mixture of concentration and arousal as she pounds pouty dragon lips.

“You like how I taste, little dragon?” asks Luna, her voice husky and dripping with voracious lust.

Spike’s eyes flutter and roll back, the scent and taste of the alicorn brutalizing his throat forced into him. “Mmmmhmmmm…”

Luna pushes him in, nose scrunching against his hand as he’s made to deepthroat her. “I can’t hear you!”

“MMMMMHMMMMM!” Spike works his tongue around her like a snake when he starts moving again. He snakes his tongue into every wrinkle and ridge, the flavor of her almost enough to push him over the edge.

Spike’s cock sucking continues for two or three minutes more, until a loud, wet, ‘shlick’ is heard, and he tears his mouth away from Luna, gripping both cocks harder and stroking faster as his expression becomes one of sheer bliss.

“Oh… oh shit… Twilight!” Spike’s buttocks clench instinctively, but that only pleasures Lurk further as he bullies his way into Spike’s trained pucker.

“It’s okay Spike.” Twilight huffs, hands behind her head and a pleasured grin plastered across her face as crotch tendrils tweak her stiff nipples. “Just relax and take it… enjoy it!” The thick, veiny tentacle pushes in, stretching Spike’s anal ring wide as it slithers into his depths. The dragon is helpless against it as well, too preoccupied with the fat cocks in his hands to offer any possible anal resistance.

For some odd reason, Twilight’s voice gets audibly… distorted when she says ‘enjoy’ and… did her eyes glow for a minute? A camera hovers over to Twilight’s face, catching her eyes just as they dim. She looks straight into the lense, smiling at the audience as she sends another pulse of light through her velvet eyes again.

She smirks at her audience, pushing her tits together for them. “Shhh! Don’t spoil the surprise…”

Hypno4Hire; Oh you sneaky mare!

As Spike’s mouth hangs open, overwhelmed by inch after inch of undulating tentacle cock squirming through his intestines, Celestia takes the opportunity to ram her length down Spike’s throat. He has little warning before her ivory length has hilted him, her head teasing his stomach while his tongue is able to lick across her balls.

“Oh my…” says Celestia, the other hand pinching an erect nipple. The smile on her face constantly twitches and trembles, a sign of Spike’s oral skills. “I had forgotten how accommodating a dragon's throat can be. So stretchy and durable.” She cups her hand against the the back of his head, thrusting madly into his maw. Spike takes it like a good little Drake. “Gods damn! We’ve got to visit some of the harems in the Dragonlands again!”

Luna smiles at her sister, tearing Spike away from the hard deepthroating and spearing his maw all the way back down onto her shaft for a few pumps. “You mean like that time you had the Dragon Lord’s advisor under the table for the entire conference?”

“One, you had his daughter under your section. Two, he had half of our personal guard worshiping his cock and ass!” Celestia retorts. After Luna gets a few good strokes in, Celestia snaps him back over, gagging him on her thick cockmeat again and thrusting as if his mouth is little more than a pocket pussy.

Spike brings a claw up to tickle Tia’s balls as he gets use to the cycle, sucking and slurping on one alicorn cock before being torn away to the other, making sure his mouth stays open for quick and easy insertion. What had started as a BJ for two had become a facefuck assault on a veteran cockmilker of a throat. It brings back so many memories with Twilight; all those nights under her study table; sharing him with the Princesses on visits to Canterlot; even letting some of the guards of the Crystal Empire fuck him raw while Twilight watched! He loves his big sister, and if the tentacle in his bowels is any indication, she loves him just as much.

Speaking of which, his stomach starts to bulge as Lurk forces it’s way deeper into the dragon's fiery depths, his whole body starting to move up and down when the deeply embedded cockvine starts pumping the slutty dragon. It is without mercy, pumping his tailhole fast and hard from the get go. Meanwhile, its owner writhes in her seat, smaller tendrils shooting up to grope and pull her breasts. Her lips are almost stuck in an ‘oooh’ shape, her entire body reverberating with the pleasure received from spikes boypussy.

“Oh damn… sometimes I forget how well trained you are! Taking me like a good cocksock. Isn’t Lurk just wonderful?” Her eyes glow on the last word again, and she gives a single thrust of her hips, sending a jolt of bliss through the abused dragon’s body and mind.

Spike, in a fit of either amazing strength or willpower, fights against Celestia’s hand and pops off her cock. “Yes! Gods yes! I love Sensei’s cock in my tight little hole! I love cumming from my pulverized prostate! I LOVE BEING TWILIGHT SPARKLE’S BUTT SLU-”

Celestia forces him back down onto her cock, the dragon spitting up around her length a bit, only further pleasuring her with the added wetness. “That mouth has better uses, little whore-drake!”

Celestia starts to laugh at her abuse of the horny, curvaceous drake, before telekinetic a smack on her jiggly rear forces a yelp out of her.

“That was very rude, Tia. Take your cock out and apologize to Spike.” The camera in front of her focuses on her face, capturing the ominous glow as well as a confident, mischievous grin. Not to mention how she continuously fondles her breast for her watchers.

“The Tartarus I… I… oh.” The camera watching Tia focuses on her face again, watching as her pupils start to dilate. “Well played… Sensei.” Celestia lets go of Spike, allowing him to slide off of her member with a wet sloppy ‘shluck’. “Sorry Spike. Got a little carried away.”

Luna notices it too, smiling as her own eyes start to glow. “Mmmmm… haven’t let anyone in there for awhile. Very well… you have my trust Twilight.”

“Thank you Sensei.” Spike says while looking up at Celestia, sticking out his tongue. Celestia is quick to retaliate, smacking his cheek with her cock.

“You’re welcome, my little cum dump…” Twilight says. “Now, I believe you were just explaining to me and the audience how wonderful it is to be fucked so thoroughly?”

“Oh yes!” says Spike, still expertly pumping the two members in either hand while his legs start to spread, and nuzzling the heads every few strokes. “You’re so deep inside. Like you’re hollowing me out and replacing everything with cock. I’m so warm and full, and every nerve is tingling with satisfaction, quivering, anticipating your cum.”

Twilight smiles, her plan going even better than she had initially anticipated. “That was explained beautifully, Spike. I’ll need to reward you with some gems later.” She looks straight into the camera, addressing her audience with an almost succubus-like gaze. A smile soft yet… dangerous? No… tempting.

When she speaks, her voice is calm but commanding. Soft, but soft in the same way a whip is soft when it’s grazed across your skin. “And to you. If I were you… I’d look at the faces on those other two alicorns.”

The camera turns to look at the scene opposite of Twilight. The tentacock is getting rougher and rougher with Spike’s pliant anus, seeming to have thickened at some point. But more Importantly, the two princesses are staring at Spike, watching his belly bulge with each intense thrust. Their mouths water at the sight, and the sound of Spike’s howls of pleasure invade their minds, settling and repeating in their brains.

Twilight slows Lurk down, adding force to each pump to further stimulate that small acorn of pleasure in the submissive dragon boi. Forcing yelp after pleasure drunk yelp from his lips. “Isn’t it great to be so full? So stuffed with hot, throbbing pleasure? To feel that even your mind is plundered and pounded into oblivion?”

“It’s the best feeling in the world, Sensei…” He looks up at his ‘Sensei’, reptilian eyes glowing a bright emerald. “Are you gonna do something with all that telepathy? I can feel you in my head.” Spike’s legs are at full spread now, toes curled as his anus is ravaged raw.

He screams the next second, five more inches forced into him as ‘punishment’ for asking stupid questions. “Hehe… don’t worry, everypony. I let him say that.”

With her ethereal hooks deep inside their willing minds, Twilight turns her attentions to the two alicorns, now oblivious to their own vigorously stroked members and eyeing the bulging stomach of the drake slut.

“You two seem a little… envious.” says Twilight, running her tongue slowly across her upper lip. Her horn glows faint enough to go unnoticed and, with her magic, she teases just inside their soaked lips, and forms ethereal tongues to gently rim their steamy, sweating ponuts.

“So… full…” whimpers Celestia, pushing back against the unknown but not unwelcome stimulation.

“So thick!” grunts Luna, spreading her legs as a sign that she wants more, prompting twilight to rim and tease harder.

Twilight giggles; she has them right where she wants them. “You want it?”

The princesses nod enthusiastically, Spike having long since abandoned their shafts for his own throbbing spears. Both alicorns fondle their heavy sacks and stroke their pulsating pricks, pre dripping down onto Spike… making his chest glisten. Spike’s mouth is still at work however, tongue stuck out to catch the salty cocklube as it shines his torso.

When Twilight talks, it’s like an instructor, but one who’s going through estrus. Like somepony watching over a college summer class filled with rowdy students who’d rather be anywhere else… and she knows exactly how to reign them in. “Alright then, Spike, hands on your chest; you’re finishing hands free while you tease your nips. And you two; you wanna be full like him? You're gonna have to help me fill him!”

“Yes Sensei…” the sisters giggle in unison. They leave Spike’s body, cocks dripping with a fine slathering of sweat and pre, and kneel down next to Twilight’s battering monster tool. Twilight is relentless though, as two camera’s capture the violet auras teasing the Princesses holes, forcing them to hunch over towards Spike. Their ragged breaths further stimulate Spikes now lonely cocks, making him whine, whimper, trembling as his groin begs for contact while he sends jolts of agonizing pleasure through himself with every pinch and tweak of his sensitive nubs. He looks down in the midst his mind altering haze, and sees the two big, fat alicocks erect before him… and straying awfully close to his thoroughly defiled back door.

“T-Twilight… are you sure about-HOOOO!” He’s cut off when a moan tears through him. The veins covering Lurk sprout out like tendrils, the same helping Twilight play with her own breasts. The squirm and explore, massage the dragon in his deepest, most hidden places.

“Relax Spike…” Twilight hisses, teeth clench as Spike coils around her. “You been trained well enough, and you’ve taken three before! Remember when Big Mac and Discord let me attend your ‘Guys Night’?”

Spike shudders, eyes rolling back and a lusty smile spreading across his face. He remembers that, as well as being the semen receptacle should his friends get horny, every night after. “If I had known how big Discord was, I would have propositioned him sooner. Such a good kisser too.”

[MOD]ChaoticWhatever; You should see what I do to Flutters when she gets randy. ;)

Twilight’s left hand reaches down to pet Lurk, making her coo as she feels it thicken. “Alright Spike… get ready.”

The dragon relaxes as much as he can, and the two horny royals push blunt tips against his pucker… and push. There is resistance at first, the stretched hole not wanting to be completely ruined. But the strength and determination of the two mighty princess staffs win out, the hole widening as two more massive poles of mare meat bully into his anus, sliding along side of the tentacle already impaling him. The drake squeals, claws digging almost painfully at his nips, unable to remove them unless commanded otherwise.

“There we go.” says Twilight, slapping across the fat alicorn behinds in front of her with her magic. “Insert slowly; savour the softness, the fullness; love his hole; love their cocks; our cocks!”

The two princesses obey their given commands, sliding in at a nice, steady pace, their aching towers of lust slowly, agonizingly scraping against every sensitive nerve. Twilight’s tendril wrap around them as well, caressing them with the care an artist would clean their sculpture with. When they bottom out, groaning as their eyes flutter uncontrollably, Spike screams his pleasure to the heavens, pulling his emerald colored buds outward.. The scene was glorious, a camera floating overhead capturing it perfectly; Twilight, the obvious top at the moment, toying with herself with tendrils and hands while her long, eldritch vine of a cock plunders a helpless, blissed out dragonboi and reveling in his smooth, tight passageway. At the same time, the two other lusty, amazonian princesses further annihilate the poor (or lucky depending on how you view it) dragon’s ass, stretching him around two more slabs of alicorn meat, playing with their own massive breasts with one hand and rubbing the bloated drake belly with their other.

Luna and Celestia are hilted deep, balls barely touching under the shaft of Twilight’s tentacle, the rest of the swollen orbs compressed against its side. Noticing their proximity, the sisters smile warmly at each other, and turn to kiss, letting their breasts press together and hands explore each other’s bodies while tongues intermingle. When they separate, both horny royals eye Twilight with a lustful, desperate hunger.

“We hilted him, as you requested.” whines Celestia, grinding herself against the warm confines of the dragon’s ass, as well as the still present teasing of their willing holes.

“Now give us our reward!” demands Luna, who roughly slaps her ass; a display of ferocious need for Twilight.

She smiles at the two, amused at how easy it was to turn the two domineering goddesses into her cocklusting servants. “We’ll get to that… first…” The two princesses eyes go wide as a pressure forms against their cumslits.

“W-What is that?!” asks Luna, the worry in her voice small compared to the pleasure. “What are you doing?”

Celestia laughs at her sister, brushing a wing against hers. “Oh you know fine and well what she’s doing. Just relax.”

Luna tries to protest, but stops midway when she feels something squirming up her urethra. The tendril slides in, only stopping when the tip breaches into her prostate, and forms a small, vibrating nub. The same is done to Celestia, who coos in response as her prostate is buzzed, but the cum is stopped up by the tendril; the ultimate combo of sounding and denial.

“Oh my…” sighs Celestia, gently rocking her hips gently as her cock quivers around the intruder. “She’s so deep… all the way to the button!”

“Now the fun can begin!” Says Twilight, smacking both asses repeatedly, until each glows with deep pink and purple.

“P-Please!” Luna begs, humping into Spike and fucking her cock onto the invading tendril. “We demand to be hilted! Fuck us deep!”

“Well…” she says, twisting Lurk to force a moan out of her three subs. Especially the two who’s cocks she’s sounding. “Certain avian species do mating dances during the season… and I’m looking at two beautiful specimens with highly attractive, shakable rears in front of me.”

Celestia and Luna nod to one another and spread their legs as much as they can, wiggling their hips. Cameras hover right behind them, capturing both toned and jiggly cheeks as they clap together, rippling like lakes of smooth coat and hide. They look back at the cameras, too, dilated eyes filled with clear and present desire while lips pout or tongues lick at lips and air. They even bump their hips together from time to time, as well as smack each other to send a more aggressive wiggle through their rumps. Critical, having been mostly filming the tits or asses of the alicorns’ takes a moment to film the reaction of the draconic bottom bitch of the hour; Spike. The little dragon, claws still rubbing his nipples raw, is, in a word, broken. His eyes roll and flutter as his mouth babbles something wordlessly and incoherently. His stomach is heavily distended now, having to contain three massive cocks while his own tall lengths stand at attention, pre soaking them as it dribbles down.

Satisfied with her pet’s performances, Twilight pulls a camera over to her looking at the audience with a sly smile. “Greetings my horny whorses! Would you like to see my next trick?”

MrBrightside: Are you gonna make that dick disappear?
Re:[MOD]ChaoticWhatever; That’s not a trick, I could do that with a wake of my hand. Now if she pulls a rabbit out of her ass… bravo, madam. Bravo.
Re:ChaosControl; Now behave mister or no milk tonight.
Re:[MOD]ChaoticWhatever; What? You seemed perfectly fine with pulling rabbits out of strange places last week when we experimented with Angel. ;)

Twilight chuckles. “No rabbits today, Discord… but I do have something special for all of you.”

Angling the camera down at her sheath, the ring of flesh expands, opening as something forces its way out… another Lurk! And another, and another, and another! When they stop, four additional tentacocks have sprouted from the widened sheath, each with the same eyes and mouth as the original. One of them gags for a second before coughing up… a bunny… a very angry looking bunny… in a diving suit.

“Oh shit!” Twilight laughs. “I forgot about him! Angel here saw me testing out Lurk and got a little curious, and Lurk thought it would be hilarious to give him an ‘extensive tour’...”

One of Lurk chuckles. “He felt goooood inside!”

The bunny huffs, walking away while trying to shake off the various fluids he’s covered in.

[MOD]ChaoticWhatever; Guess there were some rabbits
ChaosControl; Angel! >:( I’ve been worried sick!
Re; [MOD]ChaoticWhatever; She wants to play hide the rabbit again.
Re; ChaosControl; DISCORD!!! D:<

The Lurks squirm over the the jiggly backsides, slathering them in wet, sloppy licks, especially over the sensitive zones of the cutie marks, before diving down to their holes and eating them out voraciously.

“Oh stop teasing!” moans Luna, scraping one hoof against the floor as her nethers clench and spasm. “We’ve been good goood! Now give!”

Twilight licks her chops, a predator on the verge of getting her prey. “Hmmm… well you have passed all the physical tests… I do believe you both qualify!””

The tentacles reposition and plunge forward, drawing screams of ecstasy from the two fat bottomed goddesses. Both of their holes are filled near instantly, stretched by thick, throbbing tentacle meat and fucked raw, tendrils spreading the trained cervical openings and plundering their wombs right off the bat. Spike isn’t left out, the three princesses all thrusting into him in tune with Twilight’s tentacle gyrations while every spot is made more sensitive by Twilight’s tentacles exploring him. The slithering masses pump forward into the receptive holes without mercy, Twilight laying back and groaning as she lets go, Lurk doing most of the work while she gets to sit back and enjoy.

“Yes! Finally!” screams Celestia, hips controlled by the thrusting purple alicorn’s cocks. “Fill us! Pump these harlot Princesses with those throbbing beasts!”

Luna is more ravenous than her sister, thrusting back into Lurk, as she drives into Spike, unable to comprehend how many pleasure centers this is setting off. “Oooooh fuck… what… what she said… ooooh right there!”

As she fucks her pets, another Lurk Squirms out to look Twilight in the face, forcing a moan out of the hypnotist dom.

“So gooood…” it growls. “So warm and smooth… tight.”

She pets along it’s head, purring along with it as they share the sensation. “Does monster wanna kiss while we fini-”

Twilight doesn't even get to finish before her cock head opens and tendrils shoot into her mouth, coiling around her tongue. Her eyes roll all the way back as she returns the kiss and sends heated waves of pleasure throughout her groin. She gyrates her hips slightly and uses her hands to wrap her breasts around the tentacle she’s making out with. Everypony is moving; Twilight thrusting her hips while she sloppily kisses her titfucking tenctacle; Celestia and Luna getting thrashed about as their holes are pulverized, their own hard masts plundering Spikes stretched derriere while they themselves are sounded hard, all faces expressing broken, lust drunk minds or fierce determination, while they squeeze and group each other’s breasts; and of course Spike, hands pinching and clawing at his sensitive little emeralds and cocks swinging rapidly as he’s fucked by three massive cocks, with the force of seven!

All cameras swarm different parts of the body for an in depth look at the massive fuckfest unfolding before them, The sister’s massive asses jiggle with each penetrating stroke between fat, sculpted cheeks, and balls shake out of control, wetness from the plundered pussies above soaking them, making them fling liquid every time they shake and bump each other under Twilight’s shaft and smashing against it. In front, they kiss and stroke each other, tongue fucking each other’s mouths while their hands explore each other’s bodies. Either groping and squeezing titflesh, stroking along their stiff and throbbing wings, or reaching back to squeeze, spread, or spank their round royal rumps. Every few thrusts, they’ll stay hilted with Twi, letting the buzzing in their cocks and prostates tease them, making them fuck the super stretched dragon even harder when the thrusting resumes.

Then there’s the scene below them; Three big fat cocks ramming into a thoroughly bred boypussy, pounding him into the bedsheets with mounting force. He loves this feeling; being mounted and used to satisfy others, filled with liquid affection over and over, and he’d get pointers on how to please, for when he would bed his pearly white Lady. The dragon's tail wraps around Luna’s leg, his own legs spread eagled to allow his tops the best access to him possible. Everyone is thrusting, everyone is getting closer and closer to the big, messy finish. The only thing unnoticed on the camera footage is the bunny rabbit furiously masterbating in the corner.

Twilight’s pumping pet thickens and her bubbling cum cauldrons bloat and tighten, her thrusts increasing in force and pace as her orgasm draws near. “I'm going to cum… but not until Celestia and Luna… need their cum first.” She adds.

“Good student, good student, good student…” Celestia mutters to herself repeatedly. At this point, she and her sister are practically twerking on Twilight’s double dick assaults, booty meat clapping around the anal invaders while pussy juice soaks the vaginal ones. Spike is just as wordless as Luna, the blue alicorn growling and grunting as she practically slams back into Twilight while pistoning into Spike, and the dragon choking on his own moans, each one catching in his throat in response to the savage anal reaming he’s receiving.

Twilight departs from her slopping kissing session, but keeps shaking her tits along its length while checking off all the signs of orgasm on a mental list. “Shaft thickening, balls tightening, cum surging through urethra… everything’s green! Alright my little seed receptacles, Cum!” As she gives the command, the sounding tendrils twist rapidly, and the vibrating in their prostates becomes almost audible!

Celestia and Luna lose it, the tightness of Spike combine with the hard, vibrating sounding too much to bear. They reach down to grip each other’s balls, fondling them, and magically grope each other everywhere else. Their heads flare right as their first ropes of seed pump into Spike… except, they don’t. Instead, the tendrils open up small holes and suck down the loads, practically pulling the cum out of the Princesses as they pump it into their shafts, making sure they get off in the process, spasming while their pussies soak Twilight and their anuses clench around her repeatedly.

As the two claw at Spike’s legs, the dragon himself confused as to where the load has gone, Twilight laughs at the state of the two, while her own throbbing lengths sprout tendril after tendril to whip the Princesses’ over and over. “Tell our viewers what's happening! Now!”

Luna is first, as she’s already Royal Canterlot screaming. “SHE’S SUCKING IT! SUCKING IT OUT OF US! OOOOH! OOOOOOOOH! FUUUUUCK!!”

Celestia is damn near silent, save for the little sounds she makes as her eyes twitch. “So… goood…”

As more and more is sucked out of them, something grows bigger and bigger on Twi’s cock… something just behind Spike’s anus… a knot! She’s inflating a knot with their cum!

“You know,” says a flabbergasted, offscreen Redlight “you think you’ve seen it all… and then shit like this happens.”

“Pull out.” Twilight orders, still pumping into the sisters. They shakily back away, moaning as the tendrils slither out of them, but as they do, the combination of pounding and sounding proves too much for Luna. “AGAIN! IT’S MAKING US CUM AGAAAAIN!”

While Celestia pulls out, Luna stays in for a minute longer, knot growing bigger as her second load in a row is pumped into it. Finally, luna pulls out, unable to stand after two earth shaking orgasms. Both Princesses are on their knees know, powerless against the double penetration as their horns rub and tickle Twilight’s Goliath girth. The tendrils, in turn, wrap around the spirals, sliding over them with the slightest amount of grip.

Twilight rams the now bulbous knot against his tailhole. “You know what I want Spike. Let me in.”

Spike looks up at her, a worry in his eyes. “Twi… I don't… I can't-” his voice catches in his throat as Twilight starts battering his already stretching hole.

“You can and will take this knot!” Ram!

“Then I will fill you, with their loads and mine!” Ram!

“Then you will jerk yourself off and shower them both with your own load!” Ram!
“Then they will crawl under you, and bathe in what you push out!” RAM!

Spike can't argue anymore. He can't even think. All he can do is scream his affirmation as his anus gives in to the monstrous assault. “HAI SENSEEEEI!”

The knot pushes in slow, right up until the halfway point. Then, within a blink, the knot slurps into Spike, his belly bulging obscenely as it fills him. Lurk is thickening, stretching even further, mashing his prostate… he can't take it.

“SENSEI!” he screams. “GONNA NUT! GONNA NUT SO FUCKING HARD!”

“You heard him!” Twilight barks. Like puppets on string, Twilight pushes them to her feet with her cocks, both alicorns pushing their breasts together and opening their mouth for the cumshots while their cocks flop up, hovering next to Spikes cocks on either side. Spike strokes himself like there’s no tomorrow, pumping his shafts for dear life until he roars, thick ropes of jizzm exploding from his shaft. Luna and Celestia both get covered in it; the spunk splashes into their mouths, lathers their breasts… even their eyes are coated. A mixture of tears, cum, and running mascara and eyeliner tracing down their cheeks in globs.

“Oh yeah! Oh fuck!” moans Twilight, still pumping the knot inside him. “Gonna cum… gonna breed you… oh by the Gods! Take it Spike! Take it ALLLL!”

Her balls go taut, and all of her Lurk tentacles thicken to maximum. The Princesses are filled first, cum overflowing around the pistoning Lurk tentacles, bloating the Princesses as more and more is pumped in. For the second time for Celestia, third for Luna, they cum, repaying Spike with a double spraying to his chest and face as the two of the whimper over Spike, still basted in his spunk. Spike is much less fortunate however, the massive cumknot preventing any of the massive load from spilling. His stomach bloats with each spurt, sending growls and roars soaring out of his throat. In fact, the pleasure is so overwhelming that Spike joins the other two, painting them in yet another layer as a throat straining roar signals his next gooey barrage.

With a snap of her fingers, the knot starts to deflate. “Oh yes!” Twilight shouts. “Findings… aah… o-orgasm enhanced by cum knotting technique! D-Definitely use in the f-f-f-future!” It felt like a second orgasm had triggered in the midst of the first, which in turn did trigger another, forcing double the load out of Twilight than she would have expelled otherwise! ‘And they say math can’t be sexy…’ she thinks to herself.

Spike goes completely limp, thanking the various deities that Dragon bellies are so naturally flexible as two anal orgasms rip through his body consecutively. By the time she’s done filling him, the dragon is absolutely immobilized by his pumped belly, the jiggly mass lurching over and obscuring Spike’s double dicked groin. But she doesn’t deflate completely, leaving just enough to plug Spike. He tries to speak, but snaps his mouth shut when cum threatens to bubble out of it.

Twilight looks at Luna and Celestia, eye’s glowing as she tugs at Spikes ruined ass. “Do I even need to ask?”

No. She doesn’t. The two Princesses lie back against the bed, angling themselves so they’re just under Spike’s tailhole… and then they smile, nodding at Twilight. She needs no confirmation.

Her knot fully deflates, and Lurk slips out with a wet pop. Cameras hover in front of the alicorns, both panting with exhaustion, chests heaving. At first, Spike’s whole is merely gaped, a small bit of creamy white deep inside… and then he relaxes. Seed bursts forth like a fire hydrant, a few ropes splattering even Twilight’s body. The other two alicorns are covered not in a sperm blanket, but a comforter! Wave upon wave of thick goo coats them, the entire belly bursting payload pouring over them like a waterfall. Twilight levitates a wine glass under the stream, filling it instantly and hovering it over for a sip. “Mmmm… sweet with a hint of salty… like sea-salted caramel.”

When the cum stops, the scene is unbelievable. Two alicorns, plastered in pearly white cum, rubbing it into their fur and matting it. Their expressions are dazed, soft, dopey smiles and half lidded eyes. Spike is mesmerized, hands still weakly caressing his rubbed-raw nips, while his tail lazily sways from side to side. He coughs up cum, swallowing it back down immediately, his words garbled by it. “... Wow…”

Red looks over the scene, marveling at just how much cum is covering damn near everything in the vicinity of his stars. The stars themselves are ruined; every part of their bodies are coated in at least a layer of cum, matting fur, mane, tail… even the feathers of their wings clump together in groups, a few of the small ones having fallen to the group during the rough plowing by the group of Lurks. The look on the Princesses’ faces is an exaggerated classic; cum covered faces with streams of the stuff trickling from their mouths, with the added bonus of their running eye makeup. Walking over to Twilight, trying his best to mind his step while she rubs her own cum into her breasts, clumping and matting fur to her own delight, Red spills his praise onto her like a fresh cumshot.

“That… was amazing!” Red shouts. “The viewers loved it! I mean-”

“Are loving it, Red.” says Twilight, licking a finger clean. “Loved implies that the scene is over.”

The room goes quiet for a second, even the chat feed stopping for a minute before Critical breaks the silence. “... You… you’re not done?”

Twilight scoffs at him, cupping her heavy sack with one of her hands… her balls are still swollen. Heavy with loads uncountable.

“Bloody hell, mare!” says Vintage, eyeing the sack with a mix of fear and arousal… mostly arousal. “What in Equestria did you feed the blasted thing?!”

JockBreaker; Apparently a rabbit.
Re; [MOD]ChaoticWhatever: HEYOOO! XD

Twilight laughs, using some magic and her finger, paints a ring shape in the air. The sight of the shape makes Lurk quiver and whine. Though whether it’s a whine of fear, happiness, or both remains unseen… at least, for now. “More like what I denied it. Had to build it up some way… plus a few production spells helped.”

Twilight retracts all of her members except one. This one changes, growing thicker and veinier, scale like nubs growing on the surface. The head sprouts tendrils, thick and nubbed at the ends like the ones she used for sounding, and strong too. It stands erect, like her normal cock when Lurk is inactive, and Twilight leans back in her chair, slightly cum slicked wings spread and hanging off the sides of the chair’s armrests, letting their coating drip onto the floor.

“Come.” she commands. “And Spike? You may leave your nips alone.” The others start crawling towards her, Spike sighing in relief as he lets the green little buds go, still covered in their own loads and each other’s. They stop when they're face to face with Twilight’s literally monstrous tentacle, tendrils slithering down onto their faces to caress them.

She smiles at them, running a finger across her lips as she wonders what could rejuvenate them with little magical cost… and then it hits her. She looks at them, legs spread and arms pushing up her tits. “Lick me. Touch me. Kiss me.”

The orders are received and followed immediately. For the next five minutes, Spike, Celestia, and Luna molest Twilight, touching her in every nook and cranny, licking at whatever they can get their tongues on. Celestia and Luna take a particular liking to Twilight breasts and wings, journeying upwards to kiss her every now and then, massaging her tongue with theirs.Anything to please Sensei! Spike covers her balls, sometimes resting them on his snout as he licks her pussy and ponut, inhaling deeply to further melt his own mind with the scent. Twilight doesn’t leave her princesses out or course, taking their breasts in hand whenever she can and sucking hard on the puffy, perked nipples. Twilight’s practically dancing, wiggling in her seat while everypony explores each other, even fondling herself from time to time and telling her ‘students’ how high of a grade they're getting for this. The licking goes on and on, until Twilight raises her hand and like trained pups they back away, even Luna whimpering at the feeling of being so utterly dominated. With a simple point downward, they bow. It was her turn to be in the lead now, her turn to dominate… and Gods be damned if she didn’t do it well. They were obedient, under her control; they would only stop being hers when she wanted them not to be… and they had one more thing to do beforehand.

“Are you all having fun with today's group work?” Twilight asks, gently swaying Lurk from side to side.

They nod up at their leader, eyeing her with a hypno and lust fueled hunger.

Twilight grins, her hand rubbing up against Lurk. The other pinches the nipple of her right breast, sending a pleasant twing through her chest. She had something special planned.

“Alright you three, this next assignment is a group one as well. Just slightly less physical and more… oral…”

“We can do that!” shouts Spike, lunging forward to stroke his tongue across the soft leathery hide, only to be stopped by a purple hoof that pushes him down, making him whine for Sensei’s attention.

“No no no, not like that.” she says to her horny, pleading students. Her eyes light up, her balls bloating to the point that they almost touch the floor as they spill over the front of the chair. Lurk itself isn’t just thickening but… improving? The nubs on its surface become large and softly pointed, the writhing tendrils thicker and stronger, and the musk emanating from it intensifies to an almost unimaginable degree.

She gives them a tooth grin, the glow in her eyes arousingly sinister. “I have something far more… artistic planned for all of you…”