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The Equestrian Sexipede

(deep penetration, all the way through [x4], annalingus, slight hypno, semi hyper & full hyper, excessive cum, excessive inflation, self fucking [vaginal, titty fuck, slight oral, anal], reverse blowjob [cock comes up through throat, into the mouth], blowjob from the back [cock stuck out under balls and sucked behind the person], felching [feeding them with the loads in your ass], slight ballbusting, slight pain play, mindbreak, crazy Twilight, condoms, slight sounding, tentacles, and a massive cum shower.)

They look at their dark Sensei with a mixture of emotions; lust, curiosity, wonder, excitement, fear… all swimming together in their bodies. Colliding, conflicting, and stoking the flames burning in their loins. Their whole bodies tense when she gives her next order, that strict yet sultry voice wracking over their minds like a brush through their coats. Or a polisher on their scales, in Spikes case.

The sultry mind manipulator makes her eldritch sack squirm, keeping her legs spread nice and wide as to draw more attention to her semi-corrupt brood cauldrons. “Bend over, Celestia in front, Luna in the middle, and Spike in the back. Facing away from me.”

Celestia crawls away, stopping when there is just enough room for the other two behind her. Luna crawls up behind her and grabs her vast ass, squeezing it hard, sinking her fingers in, burying her face in between the soft, jizm painted cheeks. Spike completes the line, positioning himself right behind her, and helping himself to her still spooge slathered humps. Dragging his tongue along her fur and scooping up reasonably sized dollops, grunting as he swallows entire small loads with each lick. Twilight gets up, stretching first to recover from her inactivity (and tease the audience with her curves), before she trots up to Spike’s ass, gripping it hard as some of his soft hide spills over her fingers. Pinkie Pie and AJ had told her about buttplug squats and how good they were, but the effects blew her away. Her cock jumps when the thought of doing some sets with Spike on camera crosses her mind. Speaking of which, she squats down to hotdog Spike’s ass, gasping as she finds a new seat in the form of her hyper enlarged balls. Curious, she rolls her hips against Spike butt, letting out a soft ‘ooooooh’ when the rolling seems to juice her full orbs like limes. This was going to feel great.

Twilight kneads and molds the pliant flesh before her in her hands.“Now, I want Spike and Luna to look at the anus in front of them and stimulate it orally.”

“You want us to eat ass?” asks Spike.

Lord S: like groceries.
Re: SweetBerry: At least they’ve been scrubbed out by now.

Twilight gives him a playful slap, but nods, and the two subs get to work. Luna gasps as Spike nuzzles her anus, sticking his nose inside to get her scent as cum soaks the sides of his snout. Her anal musk is mixed with the potent spunk that Twilight discharged into her, the scent feeding his lust like wood on a fire. He slithers his tongue into the frothy mixture of anal juices and thick seed, filling Luna's back door with pliant, wet, forked tongue flesh. Luna carries on the train, bending down and motorboating her sister's hefty, drenched asscheeks, sticking out her tongue as she does. She only gives one or two sniffs before spreading her sister’s defiled anus with her tongue. She knows what Tia likes.

“It’s so good, isn’t it? Irresistible, even.” Twilight says, draping Lurk across Spikes back and dogging his scaly buns. “Just relax and breath it in… and don’t forget to eat. That part is imperative; makes sure you’re ready for me.”

Spike and Luna suck from their assigned holes and flare their nostrils, taking in the tangy sweet scent of recently used ponuts. Celestia arches her back into Luna, her experienced sister able to locate her most sensitive areas in mere moments.

[MOD]ChaoticWhatever: Hot damn, I know where this is going! Fluttershy, me and you have got to try this with some of your animal friends!
Re: ChaosControl: D-Discord! *blushes* Not in the chat!
Re: Tsunderednay: Oh yes in the chat. And perhaps on camera...

“Keep on them. Don’t let go… not until I say so.” She rubs Spike's back slowly, the dragon echoing the soothing action onto Luna, and Luna echoing it onto her sister.

Both ponies suck in the ass they’re eating, stretching the sensitive ring until it pops into their mouths and forms a tight seal around the connection. Celestia winces when she feels teeth gently graze her sphincter as it’s sucked slightly into Luna’s mouth, the younger sibling motorboating as she gently bites down on the sensitive ring of flesh.

“Ah… shit… what… what are you-”

“Quiet now Celestia.” Twilight commands, Luna assisting their ‘teacher’ with a growl into Tia’s rear. “One more thing to do; Lurk! Release catcher units! Two sounders for the sisters, two normals for little bro!”

The cameras focus on the thick tentacle, but zoom in on the sheaths as it spreads. Out of it, to everypony’s surprise, crawls small tentacle beasts, each carrying a bulb of some sort on their back. Two crawl to Celestia and Luna, stopping right under their cocks. With little warning, tendrils shoot up into their cumslits, plunging deep into them before the main body pulls itself up, Forming a membranous condom all the way up to the base, creating a seal with the empty bulb on the end. The two that cover Spike are far less extravagant, simply forming the condom like film around him.

When a camera looks up at her, she shrugs. “What? He's really serious about the whole no touchy cock thing. Anyway, one more thing and we can begin!”

With a small spark of her horn, the tendrils at the base of each sub’s cock start to fondle and grip their sensitive nads, while hollow ones probe just inside of the Princesses’ juicy marehoods. Twilight wouldn’t say what they were for, but smirked knowingly when they were in place.

With everything set, Twilight begins her second experiment. She hotdogs Spike more roughly, the rigid cockbeast in between his wonderful cheeks already sending sparks through his brain. The thick animal slides back and forth to tickle his anus, Twilight looks up at the cameras as her hips gyrate slowly, toying with her heated, sensitive breasts and flicking her tail.

She grabs a camera and brings it close, looking straight into it and with a foxy smile. “For the purposes of this experiment, the participants shall be known as Students One through Three… do the participants understand this?”

The two at the back nod while Celestia groans at her sister's rough ass eating.

“Good! Now let's begin!”

She pulls back, angles herself, and slides forward, slipping into the widened dragon anus in front of her like a butter. She purposefully takes it slow, making sure Spike gets to feel every bump, vein, and wrinkle of Lurks body. Not that it's hard penetrating him, given how thoroughly ravaged he’s been already. Spike wiggles into Twilight, further pleasuring the beast in his backdoor. In front of him, his tongue continuously slurps up the contents of the creamy ponut, claws tracing circles around her cutie marks

“Almost there…” Twilight sighs. Six inches remain, then four, then one, until finally her shapely hips rub against the soft purple rump, patting it, rubbing it. “Okay! All the way in… beginning extension through Student One to Two. Phase One; Sexual Link: activate…”

Spike whines a large ‘HMM?!’ echoed by Luna in front of him, and Celestia gives a confused moan to the feeling of Luna shouting into her pucker.

“Um… S-Sensei?” Celestia asks, stuttering as Luna’s tongue thrashes about. “I t-t-think they wa-want to kn-n--n-now what you're d-doing!”

A glow of Twilight’s horn sends beads of pleasure tracing along Celestia’s spermy feathers, a calming coo escaping the alabaster alicorn’s lips. “Patience Three. I’ll get to you soon…”

Inside of Spike, hidden from the cameras, Lurk grows. It snakes through his anal walls, making his knees quake as the quivering tendril snakes through his intestines. Twilight still thrusts, groaning as the entire length slides back and forth with her thrusts, each inward thrust sending it deeper and deeper.

At the same time, the thrusting motion rolls her balls like a firm dough. Each hump setting off pleasure centers inside her swollen sack. It reminds her of the time Pinkie Pie milked the cum from her balls with a rolling pin. Nothing makes Nightmare Night cupcakes better than frosting taken straight from a monster. Yeah, it was a good idea tell Pinkie about Lurk first… especially with that ‘little’ diddy that Discord helped put between her legs. Now that's a doozy.

PinkPhattieRobo: Hey! Don't spoil the surprise!

“How the Tartarus does she do thaaAAT!!”

Twilight gasps when her head starts to tingle, wriggling Lurk around and making the dragon yelp as his insides are, yet again, assaulted by tendrils. “Ah, acids. Seems I’ve breached the stomach area.” She brings an open palm down on one of Spike’s already reddened cheeks, humming her pleasure as the vibrations reach Lurk as it continues its push. “Almost through One… get ready Two!” Luna heeds the warning, relaxing as much as she can and mentally preparing herself for the sensation of Spike's sinuous tongue and Twilight’s eldritch cock working her at the same time, all while pussy juice runs down her heavy, quaking balls and precum leaks into the condom creature as it probes her thick length.

As Spike feels his body fill with thick, meaty cock, combined with the constant pressure on his prostate, he squeals. Twin dragon cocks twitch and spurt below him, pumping his dragon virility into the twin membranes Twilight assigned him. The orgasm extends, strengthened, as Lurk slips further and further through Spike’s body and the tendrils at his base squeeze his quaking nuts, but his squealing and moaning gets quieter and quieter until, with a sudden, muffled gag, they stop. A bulge forms in the dragon's throat, crawling upwards until it reaches his mouth. By this point, he can feel the weight of the two bags pull at him, two cameras focusing on the the blotted membranes as they sway in tune with Twilight’s thrusts.

“Student One fully penetrated, standing by. You okay One?” Her right hand gently caresses his soft cheeks as Lurk massages his tender depths.

“MMMMMMGHPH!” Spike blurts out, clawing at his neck.Twilight reaches down, rather gently taking his flailing claw and pulling it away from her student’s bulging throat.“Don’t worry, One.” Twi says sweetly, rubbing his back to keep him calm. “I had Lurk grow small holes all over himself to transfer oxygen. A little trick I’ve used on a few of the Royal Guards in Canterlot.” She starts humping into him ever so slightly, rolling her hips while pressing her bust together hard for the cameras, making sure to present her chest in the best way possible. “Do you know what that's like? How it feels to have someone sleep with your cock all the way in their throat? Orgasming all night, emptying into their stomach over and over… and then watching them push it all out the next morning and soak everything in front of them in their own load as they feverishly masterbate?”

Spike can't answer, but grunts and gags every time the body spearing cock hilts him, eyes rolling back into his skull and body shaking wildly as his whole being is rocked by the thrusts.

Twilight chuckles, impressed at how thoroughly mindfucked Spike has become, and glad she was able to calm him “Mmmm… beginning insertion into Two. One, keep your tongue going.”

Luna grimaces as Spike's tongue flicks her prostate at the same time as Twilight spreads her anal passage wide, head tendrils pulling open her anus preemptively for an easy slide inside. Just like Spike, Luna's body quakes as her anal passage is filled, every nub and squirming tendril massaging her insides. Luna's far more voracious than Spike was. Wiggling her bottom back into Spike's face like her hips have their own mind, all to further pleasure herself on the tongue/cock combo as well as further pleasuring Twilight with rough, merciless anal penetration and a forked reptilian blowjob at the same time. One hand grapples roughly with one of her breasts while the other strokes her stallionhood hard, pre already dripping into the membrane sack as her whole canal is buzzed for the inside. Spike goes off again as Luna is filled, and Luna smiles into Tia when she hears the splashing and gushing as Spike’s bags are filled again.

It's when Lurk starts trailing its way through Luna's stomach that she finally gives in and cums, face contorting, eyes twitching, hooves curling as her own covering jolts with each heavy spurt that lands inside, pulsating as it grows. Her honeypot squirts as well, the juices absorbed into Twilight’s girlcum catching tube and sucked into the bag. Some of it trickles down, joining the cum layers on her balls, and even soaking into the bag through the membrane. That was one of the best parts about having it both ways downstairs; every time you cum with your pussy, you get to feel all that liquid pleasure run down your balls… maybe even have somebody clean it up.

Luna whimpers as much as she can when the cock travels up her throat, making sure to wiggle her tongue underneath it as it passes, earning a throaty growl from Twilight, as well as Lurk’s tendrils wrapping around her tongue in a strange form of kiss.

Twilight brings a wing tip into her mouth to suck on, gently rolling the tongue around the sensitive point and feeling it throb in response, pleasure trailing up her Spine and into her brain. Lurk is licking at Celestia’s hole with his tongues, stretching and widening, lubing it alongside Luna’s tongue… the chain is almost complete.

“Beg, Three . For all of it!” commands Twilight, pulling the ponut against Luna’s teeth to add a little sting. The sun Princess is panting, whimpering like a Diamond Bitch in heat. But Twilight doesn’t enter, not yet anyway. Not until Celestia does as ordered. Until then, it’s just pressure; pressure and hard, wet rimming. So Celestia, being as horny as she is, does what she has to… beg!

Red kneels down in front of her, handheld camera capturing the once regal alicorn in a state of absolute disorder, with her cum coated body and red, jizz-irritated eyes. “Please fuck my a-ha-hasss!” she cries. “I promise to milk it all out! Take all of your seed like a good broodmare!”

Twilight whips up an ethereal hand and wraps Celestia’s soggy mane around it, pulling back hard to make her ‘student’ cry out. “Your intentions are right, but your location is waaay off.”

“My… my tummy?” asks Celestia, breathing ragged and erratic, vocabulary simplified by a cracking mind. “I want it there too! Deep in me, touching what I had for breakfast!”

Twilight presses her flare against her anus, letting two tendrils slip in to tickle her sweet little button while the sounder vibrates within. “Warmer…”

Celestia’s whole body jolts when her prostate is assaulted, and it takes everything not to cum right here and now. “Mother… Father…Give me strength! ” Celestia prays, tears still milky from the dragon bath they were given earlier. “F… Fuck me until my throat tickles your cock head, damn it!”

Twilight grins, pushing in against her pucker, just shy of penetrating her. “Red… hot!”

Celestia falls over, hands clawing at her nipples while her expression goes blank, mind broken by the sheer amounts of cocklust she’s been made to have. “All the way… until I’m sucking it… need… please!”

Twilight chuckles, making the whole line groan as she finally spears into Tia, filling her ass completely on the first thrust and forcing Celestia into her first orgasm, filling the membrane beneath her. “Good little goddess slut. Extending into Student Three!” Luna and Spike are both making noises at this point; not really moans and groans, but more choked little noises and growls that turn into whimpers.

Twilight’s circle of friends all switched, some more dom than sub, But if there was anyone who could do the naughty, domineering teacher? It was Twilight. Here she was, stringing her newest batch of students together like popcorn on a Hearth's Warming tree, all of them limp, completely surrendered to the pleasure. She snakes through Celestia now, watching as she twitches and jerks with every sweet spot Lurk grazes. She lifts back up on her hands when the pressure travels up her chest, and starts heaving like a cat with a hairball on the way. On the last near breathless choke, her jaw expands, mouth stretched wide around the emerging tentacle cock gives an alien screech. Celestia’s cock floods the membrane again, arms having given out, her body supported by the tri-anal Lurk.

Twilight laughs like a madmare, breast jiggling with each cackle. “Yes! YES! YES!” she squeals. “I’ve done it! To all of our lovely viewers, new and… well, new. They only started a couple days ago. I give you… The Equestrian Sexipede!”

The cameras all pan out for different wide angles, capturing quite the sight; two alicorns and a dragon, membrane sacks pumped with seed below them and almost touching the floor for two of them, prostates being buzzed and licked, and all connected ass to mouth by the thick tentacle cock of their eldritch dicked, big tittied mistress, so thick and strong it supports their combined body weight. Add the disheveledness of their bodies, and the mindfucked expressions on their faces, and you had a piece of erotic artwork worth making a sculpture out of.

PinkPhattyRobo: IT’S BEAUUUUTIFUUUUL! D’:
Re: SweetBerry: And disturbing… wow that is extreme. And this from a mare who has her brothers cum dripping out of her cunt right now and is licking his cock clean as I type this. Still… damn that’s kind of hot.
Re: CelestiaLover45: What did I miss? I had to get something to clean up the massive load I splooged over my screen when Celestia started begging!

“But…” adds Twilight, horn glowing brighter than it has the whole show. “We’re not done just yet! Phase Two; Infinite Lust Loop: activate. Additional activation; Mana-Mouth: place on standby until tapped!”

Glowing circles appear, one in front of Celestia and one behind Twilight. As they stabilize, they form portals, the entrance place in front of Celestia… while the exit is right behind Twilight’s shapely behind. The outcome is quite clear to anypony with two braincells to rub together; Twilight is quite literally about to fuck herself.

“Extending into subject designate… Sensei!”

Twilight gasps as Lurk jumps forward, battering her ponut open without mercy, sending the three Students into fits of pleasured cries, as well as back to back orgasms of the anal, vaginal, and penile varieties. Twilight thrusts forward hard, fucking her Students good as she feeds Lurk into herself. The feeling is near indescribable; Four whole bodies clenching, tightening, begging for her release, and at the same time her own ass is filled, Lurk abusing her anal walls hard as he pulverises her fleshy acorn. Her prostate sings as it's thoroughly assaulted, combining with the constant pressure she's putting on her balls as she humps.

Lurk wants to cum just as badly as she does, but knows what it’s saving that for. ‘Almost!’ they think in unison. ‘Almost there…’. Twilight continues the grandiose fuck loop, cameras going crazy to catch every orgasm, every breast fondle,every single sex crazed expression!

“That’s right Lurk!” Twi grunts. “Fuck your host! All the way through! Ah fuck you're in my stomach!” Twilight smacks her own ass, and a camera lowers to catch it, each cheek wobbling with the impact, plus the force of Lurk’s inward thrusts. Twilight’s hips smacking against scaly rump can be heard in the background, each one signaling a full body fuck for three, soon to be four different bodies at once.

Twilight's breaths are growing shorter each second, indicating Lurk’s proximity to her mouth. She crooks a finger to one of Red’s nearby cameras, and it floats down to her face. “About to… breach…” Twilight rasps “activating… Mana-Mouth…” Right after the last word, Lurk pops out of her mouth, screeching at his newest conquest. Twilight stops for a minute, alternating between smacking her own ass and Spike’s, and composes herself. After a few seconds of uncontrollable eye rolling and fluttering, and a deep breath, she looks at the camera with fierce, determined eyes, a deviously raised eyebrow, and a smile around Lurks prehensile body. Lurk retracts for a second, allowing his host to give her head a quick few licks before popping back out again. A small flash next to her gives birth to an aura crafted replica of her snout, which replaces her obviously occupied cock shiner.

“Go on Lurk, just like we planned.” she says to her pet, voice soft and more than a little alluring.

“Yes… and then release!” it growls back, jaws dripping with its pre drool. It dives down between Twi’s jugs, tendrils pulling the black, lacy bra back up to cup them together, tendrils spreading across underneath the undergarment to fondle them and teases her hardened, puffy, dark lavender nipples. It continues onward, sliding around the area of union between Twi and Spike, and the past her balls. The camera behind her, one of Critical’s, watches as it parts her lips and slides into here soaked and waiting canal, inch after inch slithering into her depths. It only has to apply the barest hint of pressure to part Twilight's cervical entrance; she prepared for this.

“Stallions and gentlemares, I give you my second custom position, sibling to the first…” says the smiling Mana-Mouth. “The Sexipede Looper!”

The name matches the the look perfectly; the ponies strung together through anal, while a portal allows the user to run themselves through as well, breasts and cunny being added bonus areas for busty futas. A cacophony of sexual noises fill the room, even Twilight unable to keep her cool for more than a minute as she savors the musky flavor on the underside of her own girth. Twilight pulls back, shaking uncontrollably as it slides back out of her womb, leaving only a few small veins to tease it.

“Alright everypony!” Twi yells, Lurk growing girthier. “Give everything you’ve got! Phase Three; Giga-cum Barrage: Activate!”

On the first thrust, all three of her ‘Students’ cum again, bodies jolting, spasming, quivering as their membrane sacks grow larger and larger. Twilight pounds into all four places, force mounting with each push, every feeling hitting her mind like a morning-star made of pleasure, from the slick, stretched walls of Spike’s boypussy to the feeling of her eldritch cock-head stretching a womb plus the feeling of Lurk delivering consecutive blows to said womb. She doesn’t hold back either, slamming her hips into Spike with the gentleness of a Yak, sending tidal waves through the massive, wobbly mounds. All three of them- Spike, Luna, and Celestia- are cumming at random now, bags touching the floor as gouts of semen are pumped into them. Vintage floats a camera under the line, watching the cum matted bodies randomly convulse as another load is forced from them. Meanwhile, Twilight’s stomach bulges with each thrust, battering her womb like it’s not even hers. The view on Critical’s end is great too; both of her holes are getting fucked hard by the looping cock.

Twilight snorts, the sound almost feral, and slams her hips into Spikes bum. “Gah! Here comes the first load!”

When the orgasm hits, Twilight bounces on her balls roughly, pounding the cum out of them as they're squeezed between her perky, squishy rump and the floor. Her belly bulges, and then bloats, the wet splorches of her load audible through her stomach as her womb fills. The triple-pronged assault of sensations, as well ass the feeling of Lurk rubbing against her sack and being mashed in between her hips, Spikes bubble butt milking her for all she’s got, and her own bouncing on her balls sends her orgasm into overdrive, pushing cum out of her and then into her until she looks like she’s expecting Twins. Lurk spits up some thicker seed to gel cap her pussy, keeping the cum inside for later.

“Oh fuck…” Twilight says, eyes half lidded and dazed. “Next…”

Lurk pulls out, a thin trail of slime left behind. When he’s at her breasts, Twilight starts to thrust again. Her tongue slips and slurps against the underside of her cock, blowing herself as the self titty fuck gets underway. Her head lurches forward in time with her thrusts as she gags in her pistoning cock monster, while her hands push her breasts together hard around her shaft, wiggling them up and down as Lurk pumps itself in between her breasts as audiences watch in awe. She gives them her sexiest look, eyes filled with need for release and lips trembling around her cock as it thrusts back and forth, in and out of her mouth, spittle dripping down it while it plunders the black laced tatas.

As Lurk starts to thicken again, wiggling in between her breasts to heighten the climax. “In the bra, Lurk!” Twilight howls, hands on the back of her head. “Make it Filthy!”

Lurk is more than happy to oblige, pulsing into Twilight’s cleavage with wet volleys that hit the fabric with an audible splattering noise. Twilight makes sure to lick around the portion of shaft in her mouth, licking just under the pumping stream of creamy love as it dirties her breasts and bra. Soon the goo leaks through the fabric, sliding down her stomach in rivulets, pooling on top of her sheath before spilling around it. Dripping down her balls, the entire inside and outside of the bra getting coated in ball batter.

Before Lurk’s done, it slides back up into Twilight’s mouth without warning, the sudden action flinging a generous glob of spooge at the camera. Twilight’s mouth closes out of reflex, and as her cheeks puff and her lips leak, the cum finds an escape through her nose and the inner corners of her eyes, her eyeliner running now as the cum tickles and burns her nostrils as it flies out of her nostrils and pools in her red, puffy eyes before trailing down her cheeks. Twilight doesn’t bother swallowing it; she just opens her mouth and lets it pour onto her already whitened chest. As she does, a nasty, slutty idea comes to mind. With a flash, Redlight is teleported in front of her, camera snatched out of his hands and mouth forced open by Twilight’s tongue as the rest of Lurk’s load shoots down his throat. Before she sends him back, she shoves his face into her cummed up cleavage, giving him the sloppiest, dirtiest motorbot he’s ever had.

Teleported back with camera in hand, and cum all over his face, Red looks, dazed, at the long dicked aliwhore. “Consider that a ‘thank you’ for eating my booty earlier.”

Red’s nostrils flare, stinging as a bit of cock milk finds its way in. He just had to get him a piece of her.

Lurk slides back further before It’s even done with it’s current load, pumping the last few shots into her belly. Twilight throws her head back, never slowing down as she hammers Spike, Luna, and Celestia’s tailholes with hard, vicious thrusts. The condoms are stretched to small beanbag chairs now, bloated with at least a whole weeks worth of orgasms. But that's not all; the marecum suckers send the fluid they suck up down into the Princesses’ condoms, slowly pouring it in and mixing it with the cockmilk.

RustySpatulaSpankings; That’s a milkshake that'll bring everypony to the yard… I'm sorry, I had to.

If it weren’t for all the stamina boosters being steadily streamed into all of them from all three alicorns, their nuts would have run dry long ago… although they probably will be dry for the next few days after this.

Twilight bounces back on her own eldritch ass hammer after each thrust into Spike, grunting and straining every time it hits her prostate and the floor compresses her balls. Not even bothering to hilt herself, but thickening Lurk to hold in what’s coming, she cums again, exploding into her stomach to add to the swell of her faux baby bump.

She coughs up a lungful of semen, still smiling. Although, the expression more resembles her ‘Smarty Pants’ incident then a normal one. “Tia!” she barks, even the beast fucking all of them jumping inside his cockwarmers at the ragged tone she’s taken. “Don’t you spill a drop!”

“Whagh?” Tia sputters around the tendril connecting her mouth to Twilight’s ponut. Her answer, comes by way of Twilight’s shapely, rippling cheeks sticking through the portal and clapping against her snout, lips kissing her brown, fleshy mound. Celestia’s eyes snap out of their orgasmic haze when Lurk slides back into her, clearing her throat for the first time in what feels like hours. “Seal it! Just like the others!” Twilight commands. Celestia seals her mouth tight around that ponut, kissing it like she married it. She licks against Twilight’s flesh ring affectionately… but she can’t help but send a gurgled squeal into Twilight’s hole when she feels cum flowing into her mouth. Twi concentrates, flexing her anal muscles and pushing. She sighs in relief as the pressure widening her gut decreases, pumping her third load into Celestia’s makeshift toilet of a mouth.

“Drink…” Twi orders Tia. One of the cameras floating underneath Twilight’s triple cock warmer watches Celestia’s throat. Large, almost tennis ball sized lumps visible through the mix of cum, sweat, and matted fur as they pump down the Alicorn’s throat, each with an obscenely loud, ragged gulps that send slight shakes through the mountainous mounds dangling from her chest and just touching the massive cum bag, which fills with yet another load as Celestia graciously accepts the meal being given to her.

She doesn’t let up with her tongue either, scraping it against Twilight’s anal walls and circling just inside the ring as cum rushes past it in heavy waves. Twilight makes sure to hump back, giving her healthy butt a nice wiggle as Celestia is fed. The camera watching the alicorn swallow pans down a bit and watches her belly grow. Each pulse sent down her gullet expanding the tall goddesses’s midriff further. ‘No wonder Tia’s body is so padded.’ thinks Red. ‘With how productive her student is, it’s a wonder she’s still even mobile!’ When the lumps in her throat start to shrink, her belly is a dead ringer for a soon-to-be mother.

Celestia sighs in relief this time, a shaky, slimy hand coming up to rub her belly. She almost closes her mouth before a cylinder of magical energy pops into it. She whimpers and starts to lick, thinking that Twilight just gave her a magical dildo to suck on. But when she opens her eyes, she notices exactly where the other end of the cylinder happens to be; Twilight’s marehood.

She doesn’t ask at this point; there's no need too. She knows what Sensei wants. So she relaxes, clears her throat… and waits for the second course.

“Everyone gets two.” Twilight explains, starting her ragged, ravenous plunging into their depths again. “The load in the forward ponies ass before i start! Then all the loads from the bag for that pony! Understood?!” They answer by humping back in unison, spurring Twilight to start again.

As her ferocious ramming starts back up, that sex crazed look on her face, her second bump drains. Vintage films the cum, as it floats through the glowing hardlight tube. Celestia starts gulping again, drinking up her liquid meal and bloating her stomach further. It's almost peaceful, in an extremely odd kinda way; ass being ravaged constantly by the gargantuan demon cock while her belly bloats with the cockmilk she's being fed. Her orgasms don't even feel separate anymore, instead seeming like one constant stream with massive riptides crashing through it from time to time. She’s sure the bag would lift her off the ground in a moment with how much she's filling it with.

Twilight’s getting close again, the mixture of Celestia’s millenia trained orifice and the hot gooeyness constantly lubing her cock sending her over gradually, Lurk’s head flaring as it prepares to seed the lining of Celestia's stomach. But before she does… an idea comes to mind.

Rarity had taught her about the different levels of ball play when she asked how best to please a submissive stallion, from intense fondling to straight up ball busting. But, as she so eloquently put it, if you bloated his testicles to gargantuan sizes, you could do something that would heighten the orgasm to near faint levels!

And this was the perfect time to try it!

Twilight went full spread eagle, dropping down hard… and sitting completely on her own balls, the massive orbs jiggling violently with the impact as they were forced to hold her entire weight atop them within a second. The noises Twilight made were these broken half moans and yelps, eyes rolling heavily and breaths ragged and frantic. Her testicles are big enough to withstand the punishment, but the sweet mixture of pleasure and pain is still there. Still ringing through her crotch like a fire alarm. She bounces on them, further amplifying the feeling of her messy orgasm as it’s now squeezed out of her swollen beast balls. The orgasm hits Celestia with the force of a charging royal battalion, giving her insides a pleasant sting due to it’s velocity and volume, compressing the nigh unbreakable cum bag below her as her belly is pumped with a collective month and a half’s worth of steaming hot ball sauce. During the massive orgasm, Celestia feels another high point fill the bag, further spreading it across the floor, and that one joined by a twin soon after, plus the marecum sucked down by the tube and dripping through the membrane.

Lurk retracts from Celestia and slithers back into Luna, who savagely gobbles the stream of cum that trails into her mouth like a fine sherbert. Student mimics teacher ahead of her, big sister pushing hard and flexing her ass against her sibling’s cheeks. Luna doesn’t wait, sucking the cum from her sister's tailhole in heavy slurps. When Luna’s belly is full of her sister’s transferred cargo, Twilight gives her a new order.

“Let go of her anus, latch onto the bag…” she commands, a slight hiss in her voice. Luna lets go of Celestia’s ponut for the first time in ages, taking in a lungful of fresh, relatively muskless air. But the retreat is short lived, the order compelling her to go downward until she’s nuzzling the bag, mouth wide open on its surface, ready for whatever her Sensei has planned. Within a second, the membrane pushes into her mouth, like a thick bubble, and then opens, the edges of the new hole gripping her lips and the sides of her mouth. Luna hears Twilight in her head, so wrapped in her euphoric control that the order doesn’t have to be verbal. ‘Drink.’

Her throat pulses and throbs as gulp after gulp of the semen/marecum mixture slithers down her gullet, the mere taste sending another bout of bag deforming spurts into Luna’s equally overstuffed symbiote, joined by the squirtage that dripped down the tube of the magical marehood shell. As she drank, the cum in her bowels started to slosh and churn, stirred to and fro by the pumping tentacock. Twilight is savage, disheveled and out of control; a mad mage with a talent for sex magic lost to the monster her cock has become.

Twilight rolls on her balls, back and forth, jolting Luna into her sister’s catch bag. Her own bag grows as cum flows out of her in a continuous stream, unending. Her belly is massive by the time her big sister's bag gives up the last few loads, compressed under her like a big blue waterbed… but she doesn’t let up. Instead, she sucks at her sister’s head, the fleshy condom squirming at the touch. Celestia yelps as she feels her sister take her sensitive head into her mouth, circling it with long licks,

She laughs for a second, rolling her eyes with a lust drunk smile. “Hey there Luna… mmmm don’t stop… hang on.” Celestia slides back, quite effortlessly pushing her length balls deep into her younger siblings throat. “That’s it… drink from sister… suck it.”

Luna slaps her hands against her sister's lovely lumps, splashing around the sweating cum from them. She practically bounces her skull against Tia’s crotch, each bounce bringing her nose right into the bodily mixture marinating her big sister’s balls, the musk making her eyes visibly cross.

“That’s the ticket… oh yeah. You like big sister’s fat cock don’t you?”

“Phuckg Yeawwh!” Luna gurgles.

Twilight watches the display, and feels her cock swell at the site. Wit a telekinetic slap on Luna’s ass, Twilight bounces hard on her two tenderized orbs, groaning as her ball busting movements fire the cum out of her like a rifle. Both the bag, and Luna’s belly bloats, both masses starting to curve up and around Luna, waves of seed pumping into both, Luna roaring her appreciation around Celestia’s cock as it shares another load. If it weren’t for the heavy elasticity spell (plus some last minute compression spells on both the bags and their bellies) they would have been off their hands and hooves by now. The orgasm is long, hard, and explosive.

Twilight slithers back to her final ‘victim’... and the purple dragon is already deflating Luna’s big belly. Cum rushes into Spike’s throat in heavy gulps, his own belly growing astronomically. In fact, Twilight can no longer contain it; she releases Spike’s upper body from her magical grip, letting his stomach explode forward in a blink. The two princesses are fully off the ground now, sitting atop the scaly semen bed that now sloshes under them, and on this sloshing, uneven surface, every hump back into Luna or Spike’s mouth sends fat, round alicorn bottoms quaking. Twilight wasn’t left out, however, as the pressure on her balls was replaced by the surrounding warmth of Spike’s distended feed bag. ‘It’s time.’ Twilight thinks with a crazed, almost psychotic grin. ‘Time for the grand finale.’

As Spike drinks the last few drops of his massive cum/marecum/anal juice cocktail, Twilight pets his back lovingly, even bringing the tip of his tail to her mouth to suckle it. Spike tears away from Luna’s anus, licking around the sides of his mouth to get the remaining thick strands he leaves behind. “Twilight…” he whimpers. “I… gck… I can’t stop-”

“Cumming?” Twilight cut him off, squeezing his balls with her mind to milk two more heavy volleys into his bag. “Ooooh Spike, I know. Shhh, Shhh it’s okay… I have something special for you… a sort of… welcoming gift.” Twilight emphasizes with a pull of his tail. Before Spike can ask her what it is, his face is pushed into Luna’s bag, the same tube opening into his mouth. He drinks without question, lifting the Princesses even farther into the air as his stomach bloats farther than even a dragon is supposed to go. “Go ahead. Drink up. I’ll wait this time.”

Loud slurps fill the room, the dragon’s own mind blank, like highways during a snowstorm. All he knows is warm, wetness gurgling down his throat, filling him more and more, forcing his own cock to throb and spurt into the bag Twilight’s balls now rested atop. Wondering what his Dark Lady has planned for him.

Soon Spike gags, condom drained and Lunar cock shoved past his lips to fuck his accepting throat. Twilight fucks him gently now, still posing and mugging for the cameras when she can, whilst her magic forms her last sinister plot.

“First,” she begins. “let’s get a teleport chain on those balls.” With a snap of her fingers, Twilight sets her three sub’s balls aglow. Celestia’s are a bright, sunny yellow, Luna’s a moonlight glow, and Spikes a bright emerald green. Twilight coos above, pumping a few small spurts into Spike’s already overstuffed belly.

“Each shot you swallow, or take in anyway, gets transferred into your balls. So Student Three to Two, Two to One, and One… to me…”

Critical pans his camera down to Twilight’s gurgling cum factories. “Um… uh… w-why aren’t you glowing?”

Twilight grins, the smile almost wider than her face and her voice… unstable. “Well… I’d prefer a more… direct form of transfer!”

Veins on her balls lash out, plunging into the bag underneath them. The bag itself seems to… merge with her; like they’re becoming a part of her… or, at least, her balls. Soon, when the merge is complete, Spike’s sack starts to deflate… and Twilight’s balls begin to grow. Red nearly drops his camera when the exchange begins, the condom shrinking rapidly and Twilight’s orbs growing as more and more cum swells them. As she lifts off the ground, Spike rolls forward, his stomach sloshing as it evens out to keep him level with Twilight, cum steadily being teleported into his balls, then pumped back into the bubbling concoction stewing within his gut. Although there is still enough cushion for Tia and Lulu to lay on as they service each other. Finally, when Twilight stops growing, her undulating breeders are flush with Spike’s seed swollen gut, and the condoms he wears, in addition to playing with his balls, have become tubes leading to Twilight’s sack.

“Every Time you all cum…” she explains, a perverse fascination obvious in her voice. “It will go through this teleport chain and the tubing linking me to Spike, end up in my testicles!” She leans down to reach the dragon’s ear fin, her tentacock still gently sawing in and out of him, making his toes spread and curl. “And that means… I can do this!”

With a spark of her horn, two small tentacle beasts crawl from underneath her swollen nards, each taking an orb and whipping it! Each crack send shocks of electricity, like small lightning bolts, into Twilight, further abusing and stimulating her tender loins. With each strike, she squeals, and as the feeling intensifies, the absorbed dragon brood is flushed back out into Spike’s waiting, destroyed anus. A constant sub orgasm flowing out of her, pleasuring her from the inside out.

“All of my loads, plus the rest of them…” moans Twilight, whole body squirming as she rolls on her giant, beaten batter bags. “All of Luna’s… all of Tia’s… all of YOURS!”

With a brutal, ass deforming smack from her horn, Twilight ravages Spike, his whole belly rippling and growing as Twilight empties all of his own loads into his ballooned bowels. But then the spell takes effect. Celestia’s balls tense and glow, ready to discharge into Luna’s mouth. “Here it comes, Lulu.” cooed Celestia. “Drink big sister’s milk… get that body nice and curvy like me…”

Luna suckles from her sister's throbbing meat, chugging the ropes of sweet cum that flood her mouth… but then her own balls glow. As cum enters her mouth, she feels it disappear when it hits her stomach! Instead, her own balls inflate and churn. A camera focuses on the event, floating from one glowing pair to another. Luna moans, choking the sound into a mindbroken gurgle, and the feeling of it; cum bloating her balls, churning them… they tense, and Spike swallows, cheeks puffing for a moment before he happily sucks down the froathy cumshake. His balls glow, and he can feel his packed orbs expand with a mixture of the to alicorns juices. He follows suit with Luna, twin cannons firing, and tubes sucking it into Twilight’s reserves.

“The chain is successful!” says Twilight, pumping her fist into the air. But as she looks down on Spike, she quirks and eyebrow and rubs her chin. “But… there’s still something missing… oh… OOOOOH!!” The stream inside Spike intensifies, blasting into his guts like a shotgun, and then calming back down into the steady flow.

She looks over to a camera, the handheld that Red’s operating, eyes twitching as she orgasms, and points to the three stallions filming her. “Play rock paper scissors!”

“... What?” asks Red.

“Just do it! I wanna make this perfect!”

JockBreaker: wonder how she can make roshambo into something dirty.
Re: MrModular: my bet is winner gets a portion of that load transferred to his balls.
Re: JockBreaker: Hodge?Aren't you supposed to be at work?
Re: MrModular: oh. :oops: Hey boss, just… Researching...
Re: SweetBerry: And aren’t you supposed to be at my place helping me fuck my brother senseless?

“Um… okay!” Redlight turns the camera to face the three of them. They get in position and shoot… Red and Crit come out with scissors, Vintage beats them with rock.

Twilight chuckles, cupping her breasts for the camera’s. “Hehe… Vintage gets to rut me. Red, Crit… show Two and Three a good time…” The three of them don’t even wait, rushing the princesses as they strip off clothes and climb the swollen cum sack under them.

Celestia gasps when a new cock hilts itself in her ass, balls resting in between her cheeks. “R-Red?”

“Crit!” grunts the horny Earther. He runs his hands across her messy feathers, too horny to consider the sexual grime that coats his hand. “Oh fuck… oh fuck gonna cum… gonna cum in your ass…”

“W-Wait! The spell!” It’s too late. Still thrusting into her, Critical’s cock throbs, his first load painting her insides… right before being teleported to her own balls. Celestia’s head drops onto Spike’s leathery mattress, eyes rolled and tongue lolled, the feeling of Luna’s renewed vigor (courtesy of Red mounting her), cock filling her and sliding against her prostate, and balls bloating with cum all sending her careening over an orgasmic cliff.

Luna can only groan as her pupils almost disappear, eyes nearly rolled back completely as her older sister’s cock rapes her throat. Red’s cock had slid past her balls, and into to her slutty marehood. From the angle he plunges from, she can feel the unflared head scrape against her insides. “Take it, you fucking royal whore!” His hand viciously slaps Luna’s buttocks, even backhanding them from time to time. He doesn’t announce his orgasm, nor does he stop when it hits. Hot, liquid warmth simply floods into Luna, crashing into her womb and drowning her eggs in his thick, virile seed. Thank the Gods for contraceptive spells. As she takes him, another large sea pool of warmth pumps down her throat, her sister's cream lighting up her tastebuds, then her groin. But, just as she prepares to let another orgasm slip from her, Red’s joins her sister’s load, drawing an exaggerated scream from the night Princess’s filled mouth. Her balls flex, and semen shoots deep into Spike’s gullet, the combine jizm of four ponies spraying from Luna’s constantly pleasured rod.

Spike is… gone. There’s no other word to describe it. All thoughts, whether important or not, have been replaced by a need for cock. A thirst for semen. An addiction to constant, unending, nerve wracking orgasms. It is natural to him now, drinking the constant flow of semen in front of him, feeling his stomach bloat. Like blinking or breathing. He can feel his balls go off as he swallows Luna’s gift, cumming it out into Twilight seconds later, the stream he’s feeding keeping his prostate singing.

Vintage hotdogs Twilight as this happens, watching Spike for a moment before nuzzling Twi’s ear. “Which hole, sweetheart?”

Twilight nuzzles back, the expression a nice hint of calm in the middle of this fuckstorm. “Mmmm… I’ve got these two-OH!” Two ethereal cocks slam into Twilight’s vagina… but not her’s. Instead, the magic composing the two is a dark orange shade; Vintage’s magic!

“You’re already doing all that work. Allow me.” he tells her, planting affection licks behind her ear. “But uh… this kinda leaves me high and dry, love.”

“Hmph…” Twilight reaches down to pat her gargantuan sack. “Lurk… open up.”

The blue unicorn looks down at her testes. Then, waiting for… whatever it is she has planned, her taint, right in between her vag and balls starts to quiver. A split down the middle forms, revealing a third hole; one filled with small, nubby feelers, and two large, almost clitoral tongues on the top and bottom of the hole. Vintage stares at the second pussy, equal parts excited and nervous.

“I had Lurk whip it up.” Twilight says, wing reaching back to run its tip across his chest. “It leads right into my balls… don’t want to leave you out of Spike’s feast, do we?”

Vin doesn’t question it; he’s too horny to. His cock is balls deep into the tentacle beast's cunt almost immediately, holding for a moment to let its feelers work him before slamming hard into her. He hooks his hands under her spread legs, using them like handle bars. The sensation is exquisite for Twi; electric bolts surging through her crotch as a nicely sized, thick rod plunges deep into her now hollowed taint, testicles waiting for an addition the the creamy mixture inside. She reaches back, cupping the back of the stallion's head while his chin rests on her shoulders. “Mmmm… very good, mister Burlesque. Right to the point.”

“Gaaah fuck! So snug!” Vintage says. “Your pet does great work.”

Twilight giggles, turning to face her new top. “It’s what he was made for.”

Vintage presses their lips together, mouths flying open as tongues grapple with one another, while both glance at the poor dragon they're simultaneously filling. As Twilight’s tongue surges down his throat and his hands fondle her heavily matted breasts, his groin tightens, and his first orgasm spills into Twilight’s balls, the orbs pulsing as they suck down the nut butter.

The fucking continues like this. For how long, nopony is really sure. All senses have merged into a thick haze of orgasmic bliss and sexual musk, slithering into minds and orifices alike. Spike’s belly bloats bigger and fatter, Swallowing loads and then taking them into his rear. Twilight’s voice seems to be stuck in a perpetual howl of pleasure, cock infinitely pumping a stream of spooge into the dragon initiate, high points signaling her own body’s quaking releases. The two alicorns atop Spike’s distended, bubbling gut squeal and groan as cum is forced out of them, not only by the expert ministrations surrounding their own spurting cocks, but the stallions deeply rutting them, sweating and drooling onto them as the loads they had built up watching Twilight fuck their minds into complete sluttery were pumped into either the Princesses’ guts or wombs. Those two stallions in question taking immense pleasure in further brutalizing the used, worn out, oversensitive holes, spilling themselves into them. And Vintage. Vintage is spilling load after load into the spread legged Princess, feeling her balls tremble underneath him and around his cock as they absorbed the cum. He had done a lot of things in his career, most of it not fit for ponies with more… average appetites. But never, never before had he fucked a taint. Especially not one that opened into some kind of alien, tendril filled cock milker.

“Hu hu… aaaggghaa… oh fuck… oh gfuck here comes my last one.” Vintage gasps, his thrusts uncoordinated and crooked, head pounding and scraping against Lurks inner walls. “Fock me you’re like a silk vice!”

Twilight ignores the gibbering stud, letting him finish inside. “Celestia… are you-”

“BALLS… ACHING… FUCK!” screams the constantly orgasming amazonian.

Critical turns to Twilight. “She’s on her last legs, your highness. Luna too, probably.”

“Okaaaaahaha oh gods…” Twilight’s wings twitch as Vintage drags his sloppy member out of her. “Whew… okay, Red, Critical, get off of them. Two and Three, get behind my balls.”

The group up front untangles from each other and climbs down, Red and Critical picking their handhelds up off of the ground. Celestia and Luna take their assigned places, collapsing on the floor next to each other, faces close.

“Hey, Lulu…”

“Hi there, Tia…”

The two kiss lazily as Twilight’s balls tense, and tense they do. Veins thicken to the size of arms as they sack grows tight, pulsating and squirming as the giant, spherical masses beat in time with their princess's heart, and tense further as electric shocks fire into them.

Twilight leans over, whispering into Spike’s ear fin, her voice send waves of sexual electricity down his spine and through his tail. “Here comes the last one Spike… it’s gonna be big… are you ready?”

The dragon answers, speaking after what feels like an eternity of sucking and slobbering. “Yes… please… I’ve been… waiting…”

“Shhh, shhh… I know Spike… just relax… take it all.”

Throwing herself back with a mighty ‘hnnng!’ she cums, her throbbing length thickening to ludicrous levels, stretching Spike to an unimaginable degree! The tendrils whipping her cum filled throne strike a final time, pressing to her sack and sending small lightning strikes right into her baby makers. The orgasmic, mind broken face of Twilight says it all; tongue lolled out, eyes rolling, and a crooked, warped smiled on her lips. Her balls shrink as the rest of their weight is pumped into Spike in massive liquid explosions. The bags leave his cocks, as do Luna and Celestia’s, and crawl back into her sheath, leaving Spike to dirty the floor with whatever he has left in those healthy and thoroughly drained balls. Twilight pumps and pumps, bloats and bloats…

After the brutal filling, Twilight’s legs, somewhat stiff, finally drop, and her balls, now back to their regular, yet still obscenely large state, dangle loosely and limply, relaxed and drained from the intense session.

“Clench!’ she demands, smacking across his right cheek. With a whimper he obeys, cock vice like around her. With Spike gripping her, she pulls out slow, cock nearly cleach as his anal walls scrape away the cum she would have dragged out with her, and the long, drawn out action leaving the Drake panting like a purple scaled bitch. Before her head pops out, she makes sure to undo the transfer spell, as she did with Tia and Luna, so Spike’s balls don’t explode.

Twi slides down the big belly, marveling at the height of it. She was looking down on her highest book shelves, for Equestria’s sake. When she finally lands in between the two playfully kissing ponies, she crooks a finger, drawing a camera down to her.

“Well… that was… mmm, quite the experiment.” she says, body and voice in a state of afterglow relaxation. As she talks, the two other alicorns kiss and nip at her, still affectionate even in their disheveled, over-fucked state. “But… I think it’s time we hit the showers.”

“Again?” Luna asks.

Twilight chuckles at her, planting a short, tonguey kiss on the blue cum monster she helped cover, even flaking some of the dryer residue off of her cheek. “That one will be needed, yes. But I think we could all use something to revitalize us. A large protein bath should do.”

Celestia’s eyes shoot open. “Wait… you don’t mean-”

Twilight stands, pulling up her fellow royals to stand with her, a final wicked grin spread from cheek to cheek. “Yes, Tia I mean…”

Without warning, Twilight throws a fist backwards, sinking it into Spike’s massive stomach, all the force absorbed into him.

The dragon's eyes widen like saucers, pupils dilating to nearly pencil thin lines. “... aaaaAAAAAH! Why’d you!? What’d you!? Oh fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckFUCKFUCKFUCKFUFFUFCKFAAAAAAAAAAK!”

Spike’s ass opens… and an entire stinky, sticky, gooey, milky white ocean rushes forth! The cum rains down on them not like a waterfall, but as a literal waterfall… of semen!

Under this ‘fall’ the three princesses do what they must; arouse. Hands cup and slide over breasts while wings drip and dribble as layers of semen flow over them, posing as a model would under a waterfall as the crusty loads from earlier are washed away or re-wet by thicker, sloppier waves of cum, made even wetter by the marecum mixed in. Kisses are exchanged, chests are fondled, and even stamina returns for a single moment. Luna and Celestia looking deviously into the camera in front of the three as their heads disappear from view and a dopey smile adorns her face.

After a while, the floor is no longer visible. Covered completely by a sea of thick white. A purple dragon lies in the middle of this devastation, this sexual aftermath, his stomach normal again, but definitely stretchier than it used to be. He lies there, peaceful, until the lavender demon turns him over, looking down on him with glowing eyes, her body painted off-white by uncountable coatings of sexual fluids.

“M-more…?” asks the Drake, worry in his voice for the first time since they started, but his cocks twitching and anus quivering at the thought.

“No, Little brother. No more. But I do need one more thing from you.” answers Twilight. She lays down, lifting the dragon into her lap back first. The other two, white and blue, and equally covered from horn to tail in orgasmic paint, crawl up to him, stopping at his ass.

“Spread him.”

Each alicorn plunges both hands effortlessly and wetly into Spike’s ravaged hole. He whimpers when they pull him open, ass like a crater on Luna’s moon. Twilight lift’s his arms while her horn drags a camera to the front of the group, and on sheer instinct, he gives two peace signs.

Everyone looking at the camera with soft smiles and tired eyes, Twilight ends the broadcast. “We hope you enjoyed this double initiation. Tune in next time; another day… another element.”

With a wave from everyone, and another princesty make out, the feed cuts, and the videos is archived.

After an actual shower, the seven ponies sit around a table, sipping freshly brewed tea as they wind down.

“I have to say, Miss Sparkle; those were some of the best carnal magics I’ve seen. Straight up.”

“Thanks Red. The sexipede part was planned, but I mostly improvised with the teleport chain.”

Celestia hums as she sips. “Mmm that felt great. Like an orgasm button that you just kept hitting.”

“Oh you don’t know the half of it!” says Twilight. “Fire that off during a sixtynine, and it makes an infinite bj loop. It’s insane!”

As the rest of them talk, Critical gets up to use the bathroom. On his way back, exiting the stallions’ room… a voice makes him jump.

“So you obviously don’t mind balls touching, if how you fucked my sister’s cunny was any indication…”

The stallion makes a full one-eighty, coming face to face with the plot chasing Princess herself; Luna.

The stallion narrows his eyes, ready to run at a moment's notice. “Ah… it’s you.”

“Oh, Critty, you wound me.” says the sultry blue seductress, sauntering around him like a dragon around its first hoard. “First you pick my sister during Twi’s little ‘experiment’ and now you regard me with such venom. Tsk tsk… you’ll have to be punished when you’re mine.”

The word ‘mine’ sets something off in Critical. A string of memories most unpleasant.

“How do you know?” he asks.

“Know what?”

“Know that.”

“... You’ve lost me.”

“Don’t play dumb!” he snaps at her. Luna, in a very rare instance, is taken aback. What could give a stallion such fire as to speak to her in such a manner?

“Look, I don’t know what you’ve dug up about me, but drop it! I’m not interested, nor will I ever be!”

Luna folds her arms, making sure her girls are on full display. “Says the one who made sure to rub his balls against mine during our ‘breakfast’ gathering?”

Criticals ears fold, and he feels as if he’s shrunken in front of the Princess. “I… I did no-”

“Did I not already explain why it’s unwise to lie to an immortal?” Luna jeers him, closing the distance between their bodies.

Critical looks away from her, hands balled into fists, “I’m… I’m not that stallion… not anymore.”

Critical’s attention snaps back to her when she walks closer, hand slamming against the wall as her breasts press against his heated chest. “What kind of stallion?”

It is at this point Crit realizes, his mistake, his whole body stiff and fur standing on end while Luna glares at him with a look that could melt (and has melted) virgin hearts. She was a hunter, that much was obvious, unraveling ponies until they were putty in her hands. Plus, she had an obvious hunger for stallion ass. But Critical, in the worst way possible had just given her something new to chase.

His secret.

“Never mind.” squeaks Critical, pulling himself out from between Luna and the wall to his back, speed walking away from the horndog of a princess.

Luna leers at him, watching his baggy shorts and imagining her prize swaying back and forth with each step, licking her lips at the thought of the succulent cakes presented to her. Helpless against her attentions. Their owner unable to stop squealing.

“So the plot thickens…” Luna whispers to herself, running a hand up her inner thigh, just shy of brushing past her sheath. “Good thing, too… a present is not a present without a little mystery.”

Back at the table, Twilight’s ear perk at the sound of her spellphone. She takes it out to find a text from one of her friends… and a picture attachment that makes Twilight drool.

In the picture picture is a curvy, perfectly chubbed mare, smooth, huggable back to the camera, naked save for the apron covering her front.. Near the top of the photo, a big, goofy smile can be seen just under the cut off point, and the rest of the picture…

Thighs that look like the could bear all of Equestria’s children, and then all the neighboring kingdoms, one by one.

Massive breasts, bigger than Twilight’s and almost rivaling Celestia and Luna. The one visible from her side threatening to spill forth from the apron at even the lightest cough.

A bouncy, fluffy tail, just begging to be grabbed and yanked by anypony brave enough to take this goddess of thicc from behind.

An ass, good Gods and ass. One that could only be described as two fleshing, gelatinous asteroids! One being perked up by a wooden cooking spoon, while the other, a rolling pin. Each utensil straining to hold up the earth quaking pelvis crushers as her arms push them together just right. Any twerk team with this ass would win, every time.

And finally, as if to sign it all, the familiar balloon cutie mark squishes against her right arm. And right underneath Pinkie’s picture, a single, simple message.

‘Come get this party pussy, bitch…’

Twilight smiles, looking up from her phone. “Hey Red? We’ve got our next member.”

As the feed ends, the massive, silicone stallionhood falls from Starlight Glimmer’s soaked nethers.

‘Eight times…’ she thinks, breathing heavy, her body drained of its energy. ‘That purple devil made me cum eight times…’

In the midst of her afterglow haze, her spellphone rings. She barely able to levitate it, pussy still twitching and leaking from her self ravaging. But, determined, she floats it into her hand, smiling when she see’s the number calling her; Trixie.

“Hey babe…. Yeah, I just got done watching it too…. Well… yeah, she’s fucked me. You know that…. Well, I wouldn’t say I love her cock but yeah it’s pretty great…. What….? You want Twilight to what?!”