Mean Twilight

Chapters

Trixie's New Occupation Grows On Her
Maud and Pinkie Sidestory
Mayor Today, Gone Tomorrow Part 1
Mayor Today, Gone Tomorrow Part 2
Fish Swim, Grass Grows, Trixie Takes Her Twilight Loads

Trixie's New Occupation Grows On Her

Author's Note

A very fun collaboration with Phurie. There's at least three chapters of this planned.

Trixie's New Occupation Grows On Her

Trixie sashayed her way around Twilight Sparkle’s living room, her booty-shaking, pop-song humming gyrations barely audible over the great roar of the vacuum cleaner clutched in her hands. With genuine enjoyment beaming on her face, Trixie turned the machine’s nozzle on one of the many book-shelves lining the walls, and left the tomes without a speck of dust on the jackets.

Continuing to wiggle her way around her ex-rival’s expansive treehouse home, Trixie came to the great mirror that dominated one of its many walls. In doing so, she caught a brief glimpse of her reflection. And that definitely made her stop and stare.

Trixie had been mincing like a strumpet, strutting along in shiny, red high-heels like an experienced streetwalker. In hindsight she knew it was exactly because of this damnable French maid outfit stretched across her curves, and the way it made her feel like Ponyville’s newest, trashiest little cock-puppet.

In recent days, Twilight's esoteric experiments had grown more grandiose than ever, stressing the disciplines of both magic and science to their limits. Which was all well and good in itself. It was no concern of Trixie’s as to what the princess did in her spare time... not until Twilight had formally requested the magician’s services in the pursuit of discovery. Trixie had accepted eagerly, imagining two pioneers working side-by-side to make bold new discoveries... when in fact it was much more like one pioneer. One pioneer, and a cock-ornament to be inflated alongside her ego. Why had this happened?

It seemed like such a slippery slope now. Thinking back, Trixie recalled the playful suggestions of even more revealing “research uniforms”, the indenturing of Trixie into more and more little responsibilities around the home... And more requests for “stress relief”, of course! Twilight seemed to have no end of praise for Trixie’s talents in that area.

Was Twilight doing it to rub her superior magical prowess in Trixie's face, and sometimes her boiling-hot pussy? It was more than possible, especially in light of the scandalous outfit currently form-fitting the magical Trixie’s splendid curves.

Even without that newly-acquired floor-dragging (!!!!) member of Twilight's, the power dynamic in their relationship seemed quite clear. Under Sparkle’s employ, Trixie was forced to cram her Great and Powerfully Busty body into a midnight-blue dress that left nothing to the imagination. Her truly splendid curves were framed more like fresh meat meant for arousing a certain wide-hipped, long-haired pony-stud than the soft and nicely-plumped figure she’d nurtured so carefully. To think the ideal carriage she’d cultivated for the purpose of shuttling about one of Equestria's greatest minds was being used as masturbation fuel for that arrogant inventor’s juvenile cumflation fantasies! How humiliating!

Her maid's garments, a cock-teasing little number better suited to girls half her age, were as brief as a dream. The short sleeves were puffed up with extreme shoulder-pads, and the skirt was of mid-thigh brevity. Lots of hot Trixieness should have been on display, yet only a few inches of sky-blue flesh were exposed before tight black gloves and boots seized her chub and pinched it in tight. A frilly collar around her swanlike neck and a fluffy bonnet in her mystical tresses rounded the outfit out... as well as Trixie's incredible curves, top and bottom, in accordance with the accursed Sparkle’s unseemly sex fantasies.

The outfit even came with an over-indulgent titty-window that absolutely did not serve any practical function at all... save the obvious one of keeping her watermelon-wobblers bouncing and heaving all over when they should have been restrained to gentle, ladylike jiggling. And wasn't that hare-brained purple pony supposed to be working on a cure for her big swingin' battering ram, before she cock-shocked every last pony in Ponyville? That certainly wouldn't be possible when every glance at Trixie's colossal chest made all the blood rush down to that flared monstrosity. So stupid!

Trixie paused to sweep a feather-duster over one of Twilight’s many rows of books. She studied the shelf closely, then touched a fingertip to its surface. Draw it close in and... despite herself, Trixie let out a little “Squee!” of delight when the slender digit came back to her spotless. Of course it had! She had done an impeccable job! Feather-dusting was effortless for the Grrrrrrrrreat and Powerful Trixie!

“Yes! Take that, messy mess! Hahaha!” The busty enchantress threw her head back and laughed. Trixie’s abundant bosom was more than plump enough to come bouncing out, her outfit losing its grip on her for just a moment. Each titty, just as sizeable and as nutritious as Equestria’s finest melons, swayed so much her chalk-white nipples came spilling out for just a cheeky moment. “Challenge Trixie to clean your home, and you will face the consequences, Twilight Sparkle! Ho ho ho!”

Then Trixie faltered as she remembered the real problem.

No, it wasn’t the dust. The real problem was that no matter how much seed Twilight shot out, it didn’t abate the tidal wave of her loads one bit! Even after a marathon masturbation session, it could take as little as a hour or two for her burdened sack to swell with a healthy gallon of cum, then more and more with passing minute. Twilight had become a factory for the white goo.

Trixie shuddered involuntarily as memories of knee-deep spunk, overflowing toilets, and mountains of wadded tissues that stank like a fishery rose to mind. Not to mention the occasion she’d opened the door to Twilight’s chambers without knocking and had stumbled on the healthy young mare in the middle of one of her drawn-out, meat-pounding jack-off sessions. Trixie had been cum-shot across the corridor, ending up webbed to the wall by interwoven strands of wrist-thick spunk.

The bluenicorn turned her gaze to the lounge. She wondered if Twilight had developed that cure yet... or if her unending orgasms had created a new mess for Trixie to wipe up yet.

Trixie wiggled her way down the hall to Twilight's study, kicking those exaggeratedly curvy, fertility-goddess hips from side to side with each step of her towering black high-heels. The unconscious flourishes - sexy skirt swishes she didn't even realize she was making - left absolutely everything on display, her sex bomb body completely exposed to any wandering eyes. As much as Trixie would love to blame the brief uniform for baring her hips and behind with each step, she was finding it harder to focus on such thoughts the closer she got to Twilight’s study... Reminiscing about the Trixie-stretching pole waiting inside pushed out all other coherent thoughts.

She knocked three times at the door of Twilight's study, didn't wait for a reply, and barged her way in on the bossy brainiac. That's what you get for bullying Trixie!

Naturally, Twilight was there as usual, but her head wasn't buried in the books this time. Her hands were wrapped around the legendary meat rod, stroking a cock that was rumored to be the biggest in the country, jutting out in front of her like a third leg. Her delicate hands squeezed and tugged the shaft rapidly, drawing happy mewling from the perverted Twilight.

"Oh, Trixie! I wasn't expecting you." If Twilight was surprised, she kept it completely off her face: what she did show was a smug little smirk that was a hint of things to come. Her strokes on that massive meatstick slowed to a long, teasing pistoning, to keep herself aroused and proudly on display. "Here to clean up the mess?"

The “mess” in question was railing on Trixie’s senses, most of all in the form of a thick, overwhelming scent of Twilight's musk. Cum was dripping from every conceivable surface. Truly a good little maid's worst nightmare.

Trixie would have loved to have played the situation cool and calm. In situations like this, where she was backed into a corner and the pressure was mounting, that's where a bossy primadonna's resolve counted the most. But Twilight definitely had a way of making it hard on her, didn't she? As the heavenly Princess Scepter rose up between their blue and purple forms, Trixie found herself once again rendered helpless to do anything but study that flared flesh.

After all, when it came to insatiable power-hounds in Equestria, few matched the Great and Powerful Trixie for her bloodhound-like capacity to seek out the strong, the dominating, the... the immense! Yes, immense was definitely the word for that veiny slab of Twidick twitching in the cool air between them.

In fact, the intimidating bulk of pony-flesh dangling between Twilight's thighs was like a pure personification of that very power! It dominated mares and stallions alike as effectively as any royal decree. When the dangling cum-factories lurking under Twilight's member released, they blasted gushes of pearly white goop with enough force to make even the most over-endowed stallion's jaws drop. Just another form of the pony's opulent, overwhelming power, and another reason for Trixie's knees to knock together in bliss!

Even the tremendously-thick veins mapping the shaft deserved their own mention! If anything, they seemed almost too large for their task, pumping altogether too much blood to something so wasteful. Trixie's mind wandered to thoughts of how those thick veins endlessly pumped the vital fluids that kept keeping that wild beast alive and kicking, so many decadent offerings from Twilight's body to something so selfish, so unnecessary. Not only was Twilight the brightest and best of ponies, but she also had so much vitality to spare she could pour everything left over into a living flesh-monument to her own greatness.

Trixie coughed, kicking her hip out with an unhappy little sigh. She raised a feather duster in her blue-hued hand, twirling the tip in moody little circles in the air. "I don't suppose you decided to follow Trixie's suggestion of doing that outside then, mmm?"

"I’m much too busy a mare for that, Trixie, and you know it. I have countless theses to finish, notes to tidy up and research papers to review.”

Twilight shook her rigid pole, making those immense nuts slap together with so much force Trixie jumped on the spot. She continued lecturing the victim of her excess. “It’s sooo much more efficient to wring it all out right here in my study, allowing me to devote the optimal time and effort towards my research! And when the, ah, soaking does get out of hand, I have a slave on hand to clean it all up! It’s perfect!”

"Slave!" Trixie didn't like the sound of that one bit!

Twilight closed the distance between the two ponies, her balls sloshing and swaying as she pushed them forward with her walk, her mighty member bouncing and thwacking Trixie smack in her deep cleavage. "Actually, I've thought of a way to make you more effective at cleaning my messes. You see, instead of flooding a room with my, ahem, fluids, I was thinking that -you- would make a perfect container for them! Storage, cleanup, and disposal, all in one!" she giggled spitefully.

"Now just one minute, Twilight!" gasped Trixie. The curvaceous unicorn ducked her head, glancing backwards for any escape route at all. And not just because Twilight's wobbling dick was waggling between them as she approached... she also had to do Twilight's dishes, get the entire study spick and span... She had big plans today for getting the entire house simply sparkling~

"Trixie will have you know she is not a slave! May I remind you I'm here in the capacity of a highly-skilled magical practitioner in service of the crown, so - gnnph!"

The burgeoning head of that humongous member had struck Trixie across her heaving bosom, then wobbled its way up against her throat, blasted her face with a few staccato shots of cum, and then seated its head directly against her soft blue mouth. Both ponies were still standing, of course. A true testament to Twilight's size and length!

After Twilight's drooling shaft had been out in the cold for so long, hopping her shaft down Trixie's throat seemed long overdue. Why masturbate at all when there were so many lovely cockwarmers just walking the streets of Ponyville? Trixie most of all!

"Highly skilled magical practitioner, hm? I do recall that you can do some cute little stage tricks, but you're going to have to earn a title like that." Twilight's throbbing purple cock, drenched in precum self-lube staggered between the two at the peak of it's throbs, giving Trixie's knockers a timely whack every second or two.

"I think any slave of mine," she said, emphasizing Trixie's position, "ought to be better than the average mare off the street. Perhaps having a little more, ahem, 'appeal'?" She intently smacked her cock between her servant's breasts.

Trixie was reeling under the force of those thudding cock-blows.

Each perverted-sounding "smeck-a-smeck" of flesh on flesh made those huge jubblies jostle, springing away from the towering impacting rod, then impotently wobbling under the oppressive surface. No matter how forceful the impact, her boobies always came back for more, nipples growing stiffer and more firm as her chest rubbed away at the underside of Twilight's shaft. Her bust kept on massaging Twilight Sparkle to even greater strengths and sizes.

It was a nice metaphor for their entire relationship, really!

There wasn't any pain associated with those smacks and whacks about the melons; where they impacted the bluenicorn most of all was in the deep-seated feminine core between her legs.

Her eyelashes fluttered, pupils becoming hazy and unfocused, a steady flow of drool dripping into her chest as if eager to slicken it up for Mistress. Even while "I am not a slave!" came out of her mouth, it was being shouted down by her sleazy "fuck-me" body, wrapped up in the fetishistic garb of a cock-pounding slut-mare. "Ohhhh~! Twilight, wait! Trixie still must attend to... Oooh... You'll break me again!" she whined, even as a waterfall of arousal began to issue from her soaked-through lowleg thong panties. Clear signs Trixie loved this treatment were oozing down her stocking-clad legs.

"Your number one priority is serving me, so you'll just have to reschedule the rest of your duties. Now..." The purple alicorn in charge brought her hands back to her hips and let her immense rod of cockflesh rest between Trixie's already ample breasts. "You’re good at shows, Trixie. Why not put one on for your mistress? Show me some of your world-famous transformation spells... and how much of a bimbo you can be!"

"The Great Trixie transforming herself into a curvaceous toy for your amusement? Such a misuse of her magic is..."

As much as the magician would have liked to formulate more protests, Twilight chose that moment to waggle the flare of her royal rod a scootch closer, bringing her urethral opening right up against Trixie's nostrils.

And just like a magic trick of its own, the tricky gal went weak at the knees, her hands rising to clutch at Twilight's dress. Under Twilight's gaze - the purple pony’s mischievously bright eyes shining out from under her curtained mane - Trixie's senses were overwhelmed. All her thoughts of resistance left her brain, flushed away by the wafting aroma of Twilight's overwhelming cock.

In Trixie’s mind, there was only time... for Twilight Time.

Trixie's head hung for a moment, hands fighting for purchase on Twilight's shoulders. She trembled, then raised her head slightly. When she spoke, her voice was ragged and full of lust: "W-Well... Trixie supposes she can entertain your perversion with a few minor parlor tricks, yes~"

Trixie stepped back, centred her body, then ignited the fires of magic in her horn, a blue glow flooding the room. "Just this once, hmph!"

Trixie's maid outfit had already been a tight fit on her figure, but it was soon straining even more as the her breasts began to grow larger from her unicorn power. Her lacy, flared skirt didn't struggle as much to lift above her growing hips and rump.

Twilight let out an interested "Ooh!" as she watched her slave transform herself into the fucktoy she was meant to be.

The nerve of Twilight! Unbelievable! Trixie already had one of the softest, fleshiest forms in all of Equestria: abundantly blessed with a meaty, twerkable behind, splendidly thick thighs and a visually-nourishing rack that simply didn't match her slender form and narrow shoulders at all. It was a perfect body for a girl like her, cute and fun and compact, yet easily oversexed enough to make the stallions line up to obey.

That was one of Trixie's last cogent thoughts as her curves continued to glow with magic, expanding so very much and tossing away any semblance of demure decor for a buffet of meaty flesh ripped straight from a colt's fantasies! She stumbled backwards as her ass thrust out, turning from two cute cheeks into a shelf of juicy buttflesh, lifting her skirt so far in the back one could see up to the waistband of her slutty light thong. Flawless blue meat packed on top of itself, ass easing further over the tops of her thighs, swallowing them in her curves. Trixie's hips bulged outwards at the same time as her belly shrank, transforming the pony's body into an exaggerated hourglass!

Trixie’s jaw-dropping bosom grew out the most, each fleshy teat wobbling up before Twilight's eyes, inviting even more slapping and spanking and frotting on! Her little maid dress somehow stayed on in spite of all reason, the fabric looking so overstressed it might burst in a heartbeat. Trixie didn't simply grow out, either! That would have been more than enough on its own, yet she grew up as well, gaining a foot of height on little Twilight!

Under normal circumstances Trixie would have been delighted to grow before her peer's eyes... yet a nagging voice in the back of her mind told her that for all her extra weight and size, the power balance hadn’t shifted one bit! On the contrary, she’d allowed herself to be turned into a submissive Amazon slavegirl, some sort of perverse teddy-bear for the smaller Twilight to delight in snuggling up with. Now Trixie was even more of a plaything for the hooting, cheering Princess; she hadn’t transformed into a powerful and fearsome giantess, she was just a second soft and cuddly bed for her Alicorn mistress!

This was too much! Trixie knew all too well how pony bodies responded to growth magic. Either of these sorceresses could have written a thesis on the subject of how their slutty pony frames hungrily gobbled up growth magic and seemed prepped and ready to flourish into fertility goddess curves at a moment's notice... But she'd accommodated for that! She'd made sure to use the absolute minimum amount of magic, so this...

But that had only been at first, hadn't it? She'd started out using a safe and sensible trickle, but growing before Twilight, becoming a fleshy, thick-lipped bimbo with a spectacular mane that spilled around her shoulders, transforming from serious magician into curvy fuckdoll... Well, it had its own merits, didn't it? She held the futanari pony's full attention now, and smugly revelled in the attention! Trixie recovered admirably, doing a teasing little twirl for her mistress.

"Well, how is that Twilight Spunkle?" Trixie leaned forwards, bringing her eyes level with the tremendous head of Twilight's member. She might actually be able to comfortably fit it inside her new body. "This little filly looks more than happy to see me, doesn't she?"

The mistress in charge was actually impressed with her maid's transformation. She had grown more than expected, and Twilight's member reacted by needily oozing precum.

"Sweet Celestia, you've become quite the bimbo slut haven't you? You really went all out trying to impress your mistress." Twilight pushed her fat member into her ex-rival-now-slave's face at her approach. She swayed her hips, sending those sloshing nuts bouncing. "Well, I'll let you decide on how you wish to serve me. I've got a lot to deal with, so I hope you're up to the challenge."

Trixie’s mind was doing quite the effort of rationalizing all of this, especially now its workings had been slowed to a crawl. Twilight was absolutely correct, after all. It would be more efficient and easy to clean up all Twilight’s cum if it sloshed energetically own to the pit of Trixie’s belly. That did make sense.

It just went to show that being in the right headspace could go a long way. Trixie might have responded poorly to Twilight's bullying, but the awe in Twilight's voice, even if it was directed at just how much of a cock-sleeve Trixie had become, was like a powerful drug to that horny little unicorn. One she wanted more of.

Trixie arched her back, pushing long blue fingers through her shiny white mane. Her eyes shone with pride as she dropped to her knees with an earth-shaking thud, with enough force behind it to scatter the documents on Twilight's work desk. "Why yes, Twilight, I am quite exceptionally built, aren't I? I meant to only make a few minor changes here and there, but Trixie's magic must simply be too powerful..."

Trixie wrapped a gloved hand around that steely member, marvelling at the sheer heat pouring of Twilight's rigid shaft. "Yes, Trixie is responsible for this hard shaft, and Twilight's dangling nuts being so stuffed with cum! Hahaha! And now you'll be handing over every last drop to my magnificent mouth!"

Trixie's long pink tongue lolled out from within the curtains of her thick white mane, copious drool oozing from the tip and dripping on Twilight's rod. Her saliva sizzled on contact with the boiling cock, turned to steam by its extreme heat output. Trixie purred in the back of her throat and dipped her head, slapping her tongue firmly against the head and its underside. The cock sat poised at the entrance to her drooling mouth, her gullet more open and receptive than ever before. It looked good!

"Oh my! You seem quite eager to please! And what a perfect position for you, on your knees begging to suck my dick!" Twilight gripped her enormous flesh rod in one hand and the back of Trixie's head in the other, aligning herself before thrusting forward into her slave's warm mouth.

The Alicorn let out a moan as her massively thick cock crammed itself between Trixie's stretched lips. Leaning forward to get a good grip on Trixie's head at the end of her immense length, she gripped her slave like a mere object, jerking it towards herself for her own pleasure, several inches ramming into the throat of her maid's throat. She rammed again and again against the resistance, shoving more and more down the throat of the weak and powerless Trixie.

Trixie smiled up at Twilight, the immense purple-fleshed rod sticking out of her blue mouth like the planted flag of a conquering nation. Even her mouth turning up around it felt good to the horny Alicorn~

"But of course, Twilight! Even at something like fucking out all your gooey, thick cum, Trixie will not allow herself to be outdone! Now, prepare to be amazed as the Great and Powerful Trixie uses her sensational new body to drain these big nuts dry!"

Not waiting for Twilight's response, Trixie planted her upper lip against the leaky head of that fat cock. She slipped her greedy tongue out, drawing the tip many inches down the steamy rod... and then cradling the head inside her mouth. She began deftly swirling her tongue, leaving Twilight’s cock soaked in fem-drool.

"What do you think of that, mm?" Trixie burbled. Just speaking was enough to make the spunk rolling down her tongue form a lewd, thick bubble that popped messily across her cheeks. "Tireless Trixie will not rest until every last inch of your rebellious pole has been seduced, and subdued, with a healthy coating of saliva!"

Trixie sealed her mouth right around the side of the shaft, applying enough suction to the member to make the semen rise in even the most shy of stallions... let alone a hung alpha like Twilight! Trixie was truly playing with fire... Coaxing Twilight to fire even more seed from her pendulous seed-pods would be like diverting the course of a river into Trixie's belly: an experience not for the faint-hearted! "Now cum! Cum and be amazed at our bottomless stomach capacity!"

Trixie teasingly rubbed her smooth, flat belly, arrogantly boasting of her ability to hold cum... and daring Twilight to fill her to the brim.

This was a challenge Twilight was eager to accept. Her balls smacked against Trixie as she thrust into her, sloshing ominously fuller than her slave maid could have expected. Twilight had been edging for a while in anticipation of this very moment.

Inches and inches of thick, hot mare-meat rammed down Trixie's throat before finally reaching their destination. Twilight was thankful her length had pushed directly into Trixie's stomach, since the initial blast of cum exploded from the head of her cock with all the force of a gushing waterfall. Trixie's stomach instantly swelled to the size of a beach ball with the first gush alone, her outfit strained and beginning to rip. The second gush finished the midriff of Trixie's outfit, her cum-bloated belly bursting through the flimsy fabric with a loud riiiip.

Trixie's eyes shot wide open as she began to expand. Volleys of cum, each as incredibly thick as the ones before them, fired off in rapid succession, striking the inside of Trixie's gut with all of the force of one of Twilight's most powerful magical blasts behind them. Each time the blue beauty's body jerked, ragdoll-like, this way and that, that smirking tease standing over her just got another wicked glimmer of light behind her eyes... Twilight was taking an unmeasured sadistic glee in watching Trixie's belly getting bullied by cum!

Once Trixie began to grow, expanding only a little at first, she began to realize her error in challenging Twilight. As her belly began turning into Ponyville's newest cum-swimming pool, she knew just how badly she’d messed up!

"Wait, wait, wait!" Trixie thought. She couldn't even verbalize her concerns anymore, not with her mouth sealed around the very base of Twilight's member, her snout buried in the stud-mare's smooth, fragrant-smelling tummy. She struggled weakly, flailed her arms a little bit, then gripped Twi's ass and tried to ride it out!

The Alicorn shoved her length back and forth into Trixie's mouth as she orgasmed, moaning loudly while gripping her slave by her hair. "Nnngh, Trixie! I don't think you know quite what you're up against!"

With an unearthly series of creaks and sloshes, the maidenly mare on the end of Twilight’s shaft continued to grow with every sperm-fountaining gush. First her belly grew to the size of Twilight’s bed, then an entire wagon... and then even further beyond. Through it all, Twilight kept her thick hips going at a blur, her fat purple behind tightening up every time she jetted another wave of her torrential cum flood into Trixie.

When the cum-packing growth reached its end, Trixie was laying on top of her newest, greatest asset. Her arms and legs hung limp, the great dome so sloshy and easy to deform that her hands and hooves were half sunken-in.

Twilight paced around her study, wandering slowly around Trixie in a contemplative circle. In doing so, she dragged her veined member along the carpet, leaving a slime-trail Trixie would be expected to shampoo out later.

Twilight clapped her hands together cheerfully. She adored the new look!

"I admit you did a great job transforming yourself into a bimbo," laughed Twilight, "But I think my finishing touches were what it really needed. Now you look like a real slut!”

The pony Princess touched a fingertip to her cheek, smiling impishly as she rocked on her heels. "Don't you agree? Mm?"

Trixie whimpered, trying to shoulder the burden of that ache in her belly... But Twilight had been right. That nourishing semen would be absorbed inside of her, turned into literally days of nourishment that kept Trixie thick, magically-engorged and made her turn curvier than she even was now. She groaned, then gulped as she thrust both hands to her mouth, fighting to hold her lunch down. “Oog...”

Unfortunately for Trixie, her torment was only just beginning...

Maud and Pinkie Sidestory

"Maudy-Maudy-Maudy-Maud~"

"Maudy-Broady-Bawdy-Maud~ Heehee~"

Pinkie Pie hopped from corner to corner of her little Sugarcube Corner domicile, each little skip of her heavy hooves causing the shelves to rattle, the windows to wobble in their frames, and great pounding thuds to echo around the house. The Cakes were out at the moment, allowing the heavyset pony to ponderously prance to her heart’s content. And Pinkie had a large heart for such things.

Pinkie was hard at work, cleaning, baking, general things that needed to be done to get her home in tip-top shape for her sister's arrival. She, the largest, plumpest and overall thickest mare in Ponyville absolutely delighted to be having her sister visiting... and wanting everything to be perfect!

Actually, Pinkie was so enthused about making sure everything was perfect, she’d even gone prospecting earlier today to bring some rocks and stones and things back, all in the name of setting up a few familiar sights for her lovely sister. She balanced a few limestones here, placed a piece of basalt on a cushion there... It wasn’t her speed, for sure, but it was the only speed that mattered to Pinkie right now: Maud’s speed.

... aaaand done!

Her work complete, Pinkie could finally relax. She snapped the band of her tight, latexy booty-shorts around her ass to wick the sweat a little bit - the material impacting with so much force the massively-plump gal's booty reverberated in waves - before running to the window to spy her approaching sister coming down the path. Pinkie’s face was lit up with one her biggest smiles yet, just as her pussy was drooling with one of her muskiest arousals yet! Sister Time meant Hardcore Fucking Time, and there was nothing a Pie girl loved more than having superhuman, breathtaking marathon sex for hours and hours.

Maud's approach was something more of a march than a walk. She stared straight ahead through heavy-lidded eyes towards her target.

The plump, heavyset mare had worn her ‘fanciest’ dress for today’s occasion, still obscenely plain and simple by most other pony’s standards... but Pinkie would notice the extra effort Maud had taken right away. More importantly, it squeezed and cradled Maud’s obscene figure, stretched whisper-thin over a rack and behind to almost rival her pink-hued sister... almost, but not quite.

Beside Maud had chosen to excel in another area, after all.The star of the oncoming superhuman, breathtaking marathon sex: Maud’s girthy, vein-mapped, Pinkie-slamming horse cock, so close to midnight black in tone it made the rest of her grey body look positively pale in comparison. Always leaking, always stinking, always seducing mares to come crawling in heat and full of need.

Her dress didn’t cover squat of that prodigious slut-sweller. As baggy and heavy as it was, her menhir and twin boulders hung well below the garment.

With great purpose behind her steps, Maud came right up to the front door of Sugarcube Corner, getting no shortage of needy looks from mares all over.

She noticed them all, but didn't care. She was here because of Pinkie. No one else mattered unless Pinkie said so.

Knock knock.

"Hiya, Maudy!" giggled Pinkie as she swung the door inwards... only to realize just how difficult her own pink height difference made things. While Maud was a regular-sized pony, Pinkie was all that and another four feet or so of wobbling, bouncing, chubby, booty-clapping flesh... putting her eye-level with the top of the doorframe.

“Oops!”

From Maud's perspective, this meant all the grey mare could see of her sister was oodles upon oodles of buxom female assets bulging through, and around, the open doorway. Hips so large they spilled off out of view to either side, and a rack so immense it was half-sunk into the wood, nips fully flattened in their quest to get closer to Maud. And if that weren’t enough for her, plenty more of Pinkie’s luscious teats bulged out of sight, flattened along the inside walls.

Pinkie found herself having to stoop down almost right away, sending the pair of ponks straining her extremely-overburdened T-Shirt wobbling in gentle waves. "Ohhh, looks like you've got some tagalongs again!"

Pinkie giggled as her eyes fell to the not one, but two, mares being dragged along the ground by Maud's footfalls... horny fillies wailing for her phone number, her availabilities... even just begging to kiss and lick her endowment for a little bit. Both bitches were juicy enough that either could have become Manehattan superstars, but they obviously didn't know the first thing about rocks! No good to Maud.

"Sorry, girls!" giggled Pinkie as she gave them a few light baps with her broom, finally untangling their hands from Maud's hoof.

Maud looked relieved. "Thanks, Pinkie. They were starting to get heavy."

"I’ll bet! Anyway, come inside, Maudy~! We're gonna have soooOOOooOOOOooo much fun!"

Maud set her luggage down with a thud. Every movement the strong, stout pony made was heavy, robotic, and efficient. She initiated hug-mode for her dear sister, a warm gesture of sisterly affection... but to an outsider it would have looked as if the stone-faced Maud took a firm grip on Pinkie and rammed herself face-first into the bright pink pony’s mammoth bosom.

Pillowy pink softness engulfed Maud’s straight-angled tresses. Did she like it? Well... It was difficult to tell how much Maud enjoyed having her face buried between two of the biggest breasts in all of Ponyville, each easily dwarfed the size of her head. Even if she had been smiling ear-to-ear (she wasn’t), her head was engulfed in one serious set of tits either way. No thoughts or feelings could be discerned when one was that deep in candy-pink cleavage.

"You're the opposite of a rock. You're very smooth and soft, Pinkie," Maud stated.

And that made Pinkie very happy. She wrapped her arms around her ‘little’ sister in a crushing bearhug that would have left other ponies wheezing and gasping... but just provoked a little "Mmn," from Maud.

"If you had a diet like mine, you'd be soft too! Just today alone I had caramel cake, 10 packs of jelly beans, buttered popcorn, creme brulee..." She bumped her tummy against Maud, the softness so overwhelming it was unbelievable. There was almost no firm springiness at all, just the fat, well-nourished gut of one seriously doughy pony.

It was what Maud liked best, other than rocks. She responded in turn, her immense member throbbing. It was the closest thing to a real reaction from her since she stepped through the door.

And as that cold, hard, unfeeling rod of flesh between Maud's legs lurched, Pinkie gave a happy little giggle. Her eyes flashed through a series of symbols like slot machines, cycling through hearts, stars, rainbows... and finally coming to a stop on twin images of hulking, musky grey horsecocks. Ding ding ding~

Pinkie lolled her head a bit, drooling for the moment... If just a light glance across her thighs provoked that kind of reaction, what would actual penetration end in?

"Oooh! Is that for meee~? Maud, you shouldn't have!"

She kissed her sister on the cheek. "That thing is totally going to mess up my diet!"

And it just kept getting bigger from there. Maud's dick seemed to be the most reactive thing about her. Though her demeanor betrayed her excitement, the slow growth of her heavy rod showed just how ready she was for Pie Sister Time.

"I think you should change your diet to include our meetings, Pinkie. I suppose you'll have to forget about this weekend though." The steely rod jutted straight outwards between her legs, and all the way through Pinkie's legs as well - forcing the pink pony to stand on tiptoes as the massive rod sawed ominously between her massive thighs and about her oversized rear end.

"It looks like no one is in the shop today. To be expected of a Sunday. There should be no problem starting here, right Pinkie?"

Pinkie giggled, her impish voice travelling all the way around the big empty house. "Absolutely! While the Cakes are away...”

Pinkie waggled her eyebrows like implications was a bull in need of the whip. She waggled her eyebrows enough to cause hurricanes in Saddle Arabia. “... the Pies will play - play - play!" Few things excited Pinkie more than getting to spend time with her sister... or riding her sister’s spectacularly-thick cock.

Pinkie wormed her greedy fat tongue into her sister's mouth, kissing her sister over and over, making little 'nom-nom' sounds as she turned her head this way and that. The Amazonian mare's tongue was as plump and squishy as a cupcake, and she had no trouble asserting herself on the smaller Maud.

Despite this, she still ended up being the one looking like the mindlessly overkissed filly, totally absorbed in mashing her mouth against her sister's and kissing her as long and hard as she possibly could. Soon, the Pinkette's eyes were rolled back, her tongue hanging of its own accord. She looked about ready to pop off and orgasm just from the smooches alone. "Mmmngh... Maudy~ ♥ ♥ ♥!"

As Pinkie pressed deeply into their kiss, Waves of neon pink titty swayed up against Maud. Soon, she’d utterly engulfed the grey mare’s shoulders and chest in ripe breast flesh, Maud’s firm body half-sunk into her sister's generous, padded teats.

Eventually it fell, as it always did, to Maud to break the kiss. She unfastened her mouth from Pinkie’s, rather aware of the sticky trail of saliva connecting them. She tossed her head, snapping the gooey strand in twain.

"Your aim hasn’t gotten any better, Pinkie. You missed my cock by a couple of feet." Maud must have been joking with her sister, but her gaze never shifted or anything. "You should try again."

Maud liberated herself from her much larger sister, moving to stand in the middle of the store. She presented her cock, stretching almost three feet in front of her, balls churning by her knees. "You know what to do."

"Uh ohhhhh~ Someone's in her bitchbreaker modeeee!" giggled Pinkie, skipping around Maud, tossing her enormous figure about in a cheerful prance... even hanging from the ceiling upside-down at one point. "When you order me around like that, you sound even more mean than Twilight!"

But when the cutesy cartoon physics came to an end, sure enough, Pinkie followed her sister’s instructions. The mood around the pinkette changed as smoothly as shifting gears, showing Maud a side of Pinkie not many saw, but the rock-lover was very familiar with.

Pinkie’s bouncy-wouncy silliness faded away, replaced by a steaming temptress. Less Bugs Bunny, more Jessica Rabbit. Pinkie batted long eyelashes, puckering her soft, smoochable lips as she sauntered back around to Maud's front. "Although you aaaare totally right! I did miss your fat fucking cawk!”

“Mm. Lemme try again~ ♥"

The twin impacts of Pinkie's knees hitting the floorboards caused such a quake she lifted Maud a few inches off the ground. The head of Maud’s musky she-dick came down with a squish on Pinkie's tongue, oodles of spunk splashing across the pink babe's rack, tossed every which way by that rock-hard cock-head. “Mmmmmm~!”

Pinkie coiled her tongue around Maud's shaft like a snake and pulled her into that steamy sex-hole, eyes and cheeks bulging up at Maud as she swallowed noisily. "Yummy... Ish better than any candy in the world~"

Coiling her tongue around Maud's shaft like a snake, Pinkie dragged it down into her mouth, causing an avalanche of cock in the steamy sex-hole right under her nose... and the number one place a king-sized dick like this deserved to go.

What followed was a noisy series of slurps and gulps and swallows as Pinkie adjusted to the avalanche of cock filling her throat... her eyes and cheeks bulging up at Maud as she worked to get it all in position to where it could do the most good. To where the inevitable tsunami of semen would be best unleashed. "Mrph... Mmph... Yummy... Ish better than any candy in the world~"

"Mm. That's better, Pinkie." An almost microscopic curl in Maud's lips gave her approval of her sister. Maud's expression went from completely deadpan to slightly less deadpan. Almost a smile if you tricked your eyes.

Maud took the back of Pinkie’s head in an iron grip. With a meaningful look that warned Pinkie of the tide to come, Maud began to tug her sister’s head straight down her shaft.

Inches, then feet shoved down Pinkie's throat. Maud knew she could take it.

And if she could take it, then she would. Pinkie would take it all.

Maud shoved her hips the last few inches, cramming herself into Pinkie with such a slow but powerful motion, like a hydraulic ram. And when Pinkie’s mouth reached the very base, Maud paused, relaxing a little. A small "mm" finally escaped her lips.

Then, with total control over Pinkie, Maud started hammering a whole foot of cock back and forth out of the pink mare’s swelteringly tight, hot throat.

And Pinkie loved it. When Maud started thrusting, Pinkie took it admirably. She sank back onto her haunches, big blubbery butt swallowing up her hoofsies. The party pony let it hammer in and out of her belly over and over and over... Every time her lips fluttered over Maud's medial ring her lips vibrated, sending another pulse of warmth spreading through her belly.

Pinkie purrrred, luxuriating in the sensation of the one thing that made her feel more completely womanly and sated than anything else in the world: Maud's belly-bulging, gut-wrenching super-shaft. The drab grey monster-pole bloated her belly in a way sweets never could.

Pinkie suckled on it like a baby, seeking nutrition, eyes rolled up stare directly at Maud as she deep-throated that schlong. She was smiling even less than Maud was at this point... it was hard to make any kind of facial expression when you were wrapped around such a big cock, straining to contain all that meat... and left with your looking like some comedy sex toy

But Pinkie was not going to falter just based on that. She raised a wooden sign in her right hand. "HARDER!" had been dabbed on it in black paint. A moment later and she clutched an identical sign in her left hand as well, bearing the same legend. Then she banged them together so hard the wood splintered. It seemed like Pinkamena was in a mood!

Thankfully, it was a mood Maud could generously provide for. If her thrusts had been calculable, Maud would have been observed to be giving an additional fifty percent of effort with each thrust, until she was pistoning into Pinkie's throat like a machine. She was supernatural in her strength and speed, and Pinkie was as gifted as her, though in a different way.

"Pinkie, I'm cumming." There was no urgency in her tone, but there was definitely a sudden gush into her sister. Maud didn’t waver one bit in ramming that jawbreaking dick down her sister’s throat.

Maud fired blast after blast of goo into Pinkie, every single firm thrust now accompanied by gallons of semen flooding the party pony. Anything less than a bathtub of cum would have been a joke to either of the sisters, and not the sort Pinkie enjoyed.

Happily for her, then, that the first ‘bathtub’ worth of semen could be made with Maud's pre-ejaculate alone.

Pinkie's eyes rolled back in her head, her pussy tightening and contracting. The sensation of her belly creaking and straining as it was forced to expand was a pleasure trigger for the porny pony like no other.

Her belly, able to hold approximately two gallons or so of fluid, hit maximum capacity in just seconds. Pinkie burbled happily as her belly stretched and distended for her sister, taut pink middle flumping onto the floor almost right away. Her gut oozed over her thighs, then dragged her forwards on top of its expanding contours, all while she continued to happily suck and slurp on the pole gradually cumflating her up to truly immense sizes. "Gnup. Gnup... Glp~"

With that stormy ocean of white goop in her belly continuing to fill her out, Pinkie grew larger by the second. Each blast of seed from Maud's hulking dick added a little more weight to her already considerable burden, Pinkie's bulging belly rippling with each internal impact of cum.

"Oooh..." Pinkie's firecracker pussy went off a second time, her toes curling in a blissful orgasm, her eyes rolling back in her head. But as much as she moaned in enjoyment, her mewls of pleasure were barely audible over the immense rumblings and groanings and creakings carried up from the pit of her stomach. It was an ongoing eruption of sound that each new salvo of seed added to, stirring the tides sloshing in her belly.

By the time Maud's first load tapered off, Pinkie's belly spanned a few feet in every direction. Satisfied, for the moment, Maud stepped back. She started the onerous task of withdrawing her still-throbbing shaft from Pinkie's stretched-out fuckhole of a mouth.

"Good job Pinkie.”

“Thanks, M - “

Ready for round two?" Maud quickly interjected.

“ - aud. Yeah! You bet!”

Maud had to clamber up onto her sister's cum-tummy just to get back into position. Three feet of veined marehood cock cracked down between the quaking mounds of Pinkie's phat, blubbery butt with an echoing smack and plenty of rippling waves of impact. ‘Jelly’ didn’t begin to describe the consistency of Pinkie’s ass... Maud could lose an arm, or her cock, in there no trouble at all if she weren’t careful.

The fat fucking asshole throbbing and winking up at her, on the other hand, so hot steam visibly rose off in thick sheets, on the other hand... That was a horny, needy, fuckable fucking sex organ, thick-lipped, pouty, and capable of not just a vice-like grip, but also suction to put an elephant’s trunk to shame. When Pinkie rubbed it against the other Pie sister’s gigantic member, it was like being magnetized... like two pieces of a puzzle coming together. Maud let Pinkie wrap around her, and the powerful muscles ringing the inside of that obscene orifice did the rest, dragging her all the way inside.

It was nice to see Pinkie so enthusiastic. But she was always like this around Maud. And Maud returned the enthusiasm the most appropriate way she knew how: beginning round two. With a single thrust, she sank an entire foot of her cock into Pink Party Pony Ponut. Within a few moments, she was pistoning into her sister with the speed and force of heavy mining equipment. Had it been any pony other than Pinkie, they'd be crying.

Instead, she was crying with pleasure. “Unh! Unh! Maudy! Weeheehee~! I’m so glad you came to visit!”

“I’m glad too, Pinkie. I’m happy to see you.”

“Saaaaa~aaaaame~!”

As usual, Maud's movements, and her expression, were totally at odds. Maud's body moved like a bitch possessed, her hips a rapid-hammering, bitch-breaking blur.

But her expression was as deadpan as they came. She wore a slight frown to go with her dull eyes, looking completely disinterested as she pounded her howling, orgasming sister into oblivion. Pinkie writhed and shuddered under Maud over and over as her guts stretched out to new, more ridiculous sizes.

"Maud! Maud! Ooooh, Maud!" Pinkie flopped back onto their big throw rug stretched out across the floor, tongue draped lewdly across her face, slapping her cheeks and nose with every thrust. Her eyes were staring off into space, all brains completely checked out. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Pinkie grinned mindlessly, staring off into space with wide eyes. She was utterly lost in the pleasure of a giant cock.

But while she might seem like any other comatose, fucked-out whore for monster-cock at this point, her Pie family skills couldn’t be understated: while Pinkie’s upper half was indeed braindead, her lower half diligently serviced Maud, her booty fluttering up and down all along that strong dick, pleasuring it, inviting it to shoot off. "Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!"

Pinkie arched her back, lifting her chest off the floor completely, breasts and giant stuffed belly wobbling in the air... She grinned herself silly as she tightened down on Maud with more force than the rock collector had ever felt from her sister, a milking vice-grip that demanded her semen flow. Pinkie's body was begging to be made into a cum balloon like never before.

And if anyone would be able to do it, it was Maud. Somehow the earth pony mare was able to match even Ponyville’s resident alicorn for productivity, with nuts just as productive despite lacking even a single jot of the magical enhancements that made Twilight so prodigious.

And she was putting those seed-producing pods to the test now for sure, bloating Pinkamena larger and larger, growing and swelling her to all new sizes until Sugarcube Corner started to feel most incredibly cramped around the pair...

Shelves started to topple and break under the growing cum tanker that was Pinkie. Furniture slid along the floor or struck the walls to be crushed by the expanding pink dome.

Pinkie continued to slosh bigger, pumped up by the endless twin fonts of gooey belly-bloating gunk resting on the floor now between Maud’s legs. She sat on them almost cockily, holding her sister down, feeling good as her balls grew fatter and fuller from fucking her sister, not smaller and emptier. Maud was like a living sex god, the personification of pony virility, and Pinkie might be the only mare around who could handle the spunk produced by one of her fat nuts, let alone both.

With four soft tinkles, the windows dotted around Sugarcube Corner’s main shop front all burst at once, spilling broken glass onto Ponyville’s main street and the passageways to either side. A moment later and the walls were creaking too, the whole shop about to give up the ghost. MAud and Pinkie could only guess how it looked from the outside... probably tidal waves of pink, sloshing flesh beginning to slowly force their way out the doorway and windows, making the frames splinter and break, all a lead-in to the glorious destruction of this charming little shop.

It wouldn’t be the first-time a pair of fuck-happy ponies had caused accidental widespread destruction in Ponyville, and as long as mares toted nutsacks like bean bags to go with their three-foot mega-cocks, it wouldn’t be the last. With a powerful alicorn like Twilight on hand to repair any damage with a snap of her fingers, this sort of overly destructive, superhuman sex had become an almost daily event...

And rightly so. Bloating Pinkie’s belly with a million gallons of cum, and then watching it roll over the town crushing everything in its wake, had fast become one of Maud’s favourite ways of bonding with her sister. And bonding Pinkie’s insides with her concrete-thick cum as well, she supposed.

Speaking of which, Maud had to get on with completely draining her nuts into her sister, no matter how much property damage she caused. She bore down on Pinkie harder than ever, dragging that wall of pink ass and its two billboard-sized Cutie Marks back onto her dark meat, her cock erupting with another load of cum as she did so. Gush after gush after gush!

The whole building shook with Maud's vicious ramming, practically causing thunder from the smack against that enormous ass. It was only a matter of time before all of Sugarcube Corner came down.

Which was exactly the sight Mrs Cake came home to.

The bustling, curvy baker MILF had been out all day, swanning about town, picking out her favourite creams and sugars and fruits for her tastiest baking concoctions yet. She had been on her way home, clutching big brown bags of shopping, exceedingly excited for the afternoon of food prep to come.

But just as Mrs Cake came around the corner of Ponyville’s main street, placing Sugarcube Corner firmly in her sights, a sight of utter madness and mayhem greeted her. The walls exploded off the bakery one after another, splintered to little more than tinder as total structural degradation occurred under the force of immense ponk-gut.

Mrs. Cake now gaped as a giant, pink bulge ballooned out the side of her home. She dropped her shopping and screamed... just as Pinkie Pie and Maud destroyed the rest of Sugarcube Corner with animal, carnal rutting.

The store caved in under them. Each thrust from Maud caused further complications that added to Mrs. Cake’s rising concern, furniture blasted apart, walls and floorboards exploding... They tumbled down through the floor to somewhere around the basement - Maud didn't stop thrusting - then Pinkie's belly expanded to the point that even that was soon destroyed.

When the smoke cleared, Mrs Cake could only see the enormous, twenty-foot across bulge of Pinkie's cum-tsunami-filled belly... and Pinkie and Maud laying atop it. Pinkie was howling in pleasure, Maud was... doing her usual thing.

"Maud! Pinkie!" cried Mrs Cake. "How could you!"

"S-Sorry, Mrs Cake!"

"So, Mrs Cake,” began Maud dryly.

“Y - Yes?”

“... Since the bakery is completely gone anyway, is it okay if we finish off with round three? Or maybe you think I should repay you for the damages?”

With that ominous declaration, Maud slowly drew her still-gushing shaft out of Pinkie’s enormous cum-belly like a sword coming out a stone, with all the gratuitous slurping and slurching one would imagine such an action would invite! Now she laid on top of Pinkie's enormous cum belly, massive cock at full mast, pointing directly at Mrs. Cake in defiance of all good social graces. She watched the married mare with heavy lidded eyes.

Mrs. Cake, amazingly, didn’t seem all that opposed to the idea. But she still put on a show of faked disinterest, seasoned with plenty of blushing. “Ah, well, an old mare like me shouldn’t... With such a young filly... Ahh, I mean, I’m so out of practise and all...!”

She marshalled her authority somewhat, a Herculean task when staring down the barrel of that meaty, throbbing pony-inflator still making a lake of semen all across her front yard. “And what about Sugarcube Corner! What are you going to do about this?!”

"Awww, don't be such a big fuddy-duddy, Mrs. Cake! It’s no big deal! Maudy and I were just having so much fun we went ahead and brought the house down!"

"Eh? Eh?" Pinkie giggle-snorted as she sloshed sideways on top of her tum to elbow Maud in the ribs. The wobbling ripples that ensued almost toppled both of them to the ground, but Pinkie carefully applied a counterweight pressure on the other side of her own stupendous gut to settle that blimp of a belly down.

"Pinkie! Sugarcube Corner is... is..." Mrs Cake, possibly the only mare in Ponyville who rivalled Pinkie for sheer size in the bust and ass departments. Sure, Pinkie would get even huger than either of their current sizes if she ever became a mom, but for the moment they were almost proportional.

"Relaaaaaaaaaaaax, Mrs. Cake! Hey, I know just the thing to cheer you up!"

Mrs. Cake looked concerned, rubbing her hands together. "Is it a song?"

"Nope! It's cum! You're looking kinda thirsty there!"

Maud turned her head slightly, looking thoughtful. “Hmm. Well, if that's what you think she needs, I trust you Pinkie."

With the deal done, Pinkie picked Maud up in both arms and tossed her overboard. The Earth Pony dropped like a stone directly on top of the bright-blue housewife.

Mrs. Cake had a look of abject shock on her face, and then...

When the dust cleared, Mrs. Cake was on her back, lying in the dirt. Maud sat on her face, straddling the mare’s well-matured features. She draped her handsome grey dick along Mrs. Cake’s face, balls smooshing the baker’s colossal milking tits, shaft tangled in the icecream swirls of her pink mane.

Mrs. Cake looked shocked. Definitely outgunned. She’d never had such a smelly fat cock in her face in all her years, and now the sleeping sex appeal of that horny old mare was slowly but surely waking up, neglected sex organs reddening, nipples fattening up and protruding her thick dress, and her once-relaxed mind now pounding with depraved thoughts. Her nose twitched as fresh spunk dribbled onto her face.

The smell was overpowering. Disarming. Brainwashing.

"Mmmmnnn..." moaned Mrs. Cake, her fingers timidly sliding to her wedding band. Whether to defiantly present it, or slip it off, was anypony's guess.

Maud pressed the head of her enormous dick against those MILF lips. "You have to suck it if you're thirsty for cum." She stared down at Mrs. Cake with a deadpan expression. Maud's balls fought for room with those gigantic tits.

Maud poked and prodded the beautiful mare’s face with the flared head of her horse-cock, teasing Mrs. Cake with the bloated tip of a greatly fat and bulbous equine member. She pushed this rare flower of Ponyville - such a sophisticated, mature and married mare - into her awesomely earthy-smelling cock over and over again, teasing her with a pole other than her husband’s. That fat cock smeared Mrs. Cake’s fresh make-up wonderfully, running her mascara and streaking her lipstick down its girth.

"H-Hold on, Maud, I..." groaned Mrs. Cake, doing her best to fight those brain-melting pheromones as best she could... and only lasting until the tip passed her lips. She immediately swallowed it up into her mouth, tongue flattened, thoat wrenched open. "Oogh... Mmph! Mmmmph!"

Mrs. Cake struggled, clasping Maud's dick with both hands. But Maud was already packing those inches away. Maud sat hard on Mrs. Cake’s giant, fleshy teats, fully flattening them to her chest, using those tits as cushions for her fat ass and fatter nuts.

And that was how, in just a matter of seconds, Maud was plowing down into Mrs Cake's throat. She started thrusting and working her hips around when she was about a foot inside... a steady diet of fucking only Pinkie had left her kind of spoilt, so it was a shock to be reminded some mare’s mouths didn’t just lead directly to black holes that could take any moment of cock on demand. She wanted to get more than half her steamy-hot black fuck-rod in half before she started cumming again, but... it just wasn’t possible. One because wrapping Mrs. Cake around her dick felt absolutely great... and two because that blue mare was just so gorgeous. And married. But mostly gorgeous.

Maud started giving Mrs. Cake what Pinkie had said she wanted. Cum.

Maud never faltered or took a break, maintaining her brutal facefucking all the way through as she poured yet more unending quantities of cum into Mrs Cake. She hunkered down over her, raising her naked butt in the air for passing stallions and fillies alike to admire, and started to hammer down with a rhythm to make a slut faint. Mrs. Cake’s blue belly began to bulge upwards and outwards as the gallons flowed.

But they couldn’t watch comfortably for long. Maud had already packed Ponyville’s main thoroughfare with one mega-bloated belly... and now a second ballooned up to compete! Maud remained perched on Mrs. Cake's face, aggressively thrusting her hips and turning the domestic goddess into just another enormous cum-reservoir with a pony attached to it.

Mrs. Cake looked up at Maud with imploring eyes... but only for a second. She might not know Maud the best, but she knew that look of pure determination in her eyes perfectly well from her young years: this was a pony who wouldn't stop until she was satisfied. Spurred on, feeling so lusciously desired as a spunk tank, Mrs. Cake couldn’t help but give her stud some service in return for being so possessive: she seized Maud's hindquarters with both hands, raking her fingers along Maud’s fat ass. She realized she wanted to get this mare with the ridiculously big dick off even harder and faster. And not only to spare herself from perhaps growing too big... the feeling of Maud going off inside of her like a fire-hose, alternating between a steady stream and heavy, sloshing gushes... it kinda made her live for those gushes. She didn’t want a gallon poured into her a second... she wanted ten!

And as Mrs. Cake expanded alongside her, Pinkie whooped with glee. She felt the other mare’s belly bump against her own, sending both of them jostling, and she couldn’t help but want to cheer Maud on. Other buildings around them started to undergo the same treatment Sugarcube Corner had just gone through, squeezing together and smashing apart on each other’s foundations... ceiling tiles and corrugated gutters came crashing to the ground around the scene of Maud's reckless and uninhibited lovemaking.

And the crowd they were drawing kept growing larger and larger, much like Mrs. Cake. Sure, the spectators had to keep a safe distance now, but a good mare-bloating was never to be missed... They were drawn by all the sloshing and wobbling - audible from as far as down the street! - as the two colossal cumbellies met, Mrs Cake's gut rivalling Pinkie's after just one load. It was as though Maud's production was actually increasing each time.

"Alright,” said Maud.

“Do you think that's enough, Pinkie?" With a stretch and a pop, Maud withdrew her enormous bitchbreaker from Mrs Cake's mouth. "I've got plenty to spare if she needs more."

Standing over Mrs. Cake as she was, Maud could properly look down on the middle-aged beauty's luscious face. And what a sight Mrs. Cake was now!

Her mascara had streaked halfway down her face, her eyes upturned to stare dumbly at the sky. Her lipstick had smeared all over, spread across her cheeks, nicely matching the pink smears all over Maud's coal-coloured shaft.

But the view of a slutty, semen-drunk slut-mare couldn’t last forever... not while Maud was so vehemently caking her features under a goopy white layer of foamy cum, that bubbled down the sides of her face... and continually got more frothy as Maud’s copious releases piled jizz up on her. The Cake lady’s mouth hung open, a sloshing pool full of Maud-jizz. Her upthrust tongue could only make for a little island in a sea of claggy off-white.

Mrs. Cake twitched occasionally, the defeated bitch moving as limply as a ragdoll. "M - Maud... No more... Please... H - Husband..."

Pinkie whooped, thrusting her hands in the air! "Go for round 2!" She shook her fists each time she spoke. "Round 2! Round 2! Round 2! Heeheehee!"

"Well... You heard Pinkie. It's time for round two." With supernatural strength, and not so much as a grunt or a bead of sweat, Maud rolled Mrs Cake on top of her belly, exposing her enormously fat rear to her throbbing dick. Within minutes, Maud was fucking out another colossal load into the milf's ass.

Mrs. Cake had never felt like this before. This wasn't lovemaking... This wasn't like what she did with her loving husband in bed, ending with them curled up together in the dark.

Maud was a monster! And Pinkie, coercing her to go harder, was a monster as well! Smirking fiends disguised as ponies! Her whole body ached... her belly expanded beyond measure. Beyond belief! And yet they were still playing with her and teasing her. Evil ponies!

Mrs. Cake shifted her hands to her belly, watching the bright-blue spiralling away from her, forced to imagine the torrential tides of cum gushing to and fro inside of her.

It made her feel sick, imagining her body being 10 parts semen to 1 part pony. She wanted to squeeze it all out, but Maud's smelly, thick ejaculate was already settling in the pit of her stomach. Mrs. Cake gurgled, a large cum bubble popping onto her face. It smeared all over her features and dribbled down, making further mockery of her astoundingly weak and heartless protests.

And all the while, buildings creaked and toppled as a second mega-bloated cum dumpster grew over the rooftops, competing for space with the first. Sloshing bigger and bigger still, Mrs Cake surged larger than even Pinkie.

But she was not Pinkie. She certainly had her limits. Her belly groaned, strained, and creaked to contain every gallon Maud pumped into it... her limit rapidly approaching.

Thankfully, Maud's orgasm were finally waning. But while her loads started to come out a lot more dry, she didn’t slow her hips at all. She continued to thrust hard into Mrs. Cake, still fucking at maximum speed.

And she didn't break a sweat.

Maud looked over at the pink pony still wobbling atop her enormous cum-belly. "Think she's had enough, Pinkie?”

But Mrs. Cake was the one to answer. "Stop stop stop!" she howled.

And then Pinkie was the one to interject! "Go go go!" cried Pinkie.

Mrs. Cake couldn't take another drop. Another ejaculation would be the end of her.

Maud still hadn't even stopped pounding that fat ass since she started. Like a machine, she just didn't stop or slow down. Smack! Smack! Smack! She fucked deep and hard, while expressing nothing on her face to hint at her pleasure. The two of them rocked and swayed atop the ocean of cum packed away in Mrs Cake's belly.

"I'm not sure Pinkie. Mrs Cake isn't as stretchy as you are. She might explode if I cum inside her again."

And that finally dispelled the heat and intensity that had possessed Pinkie. It finally seemed to dawn on her that the party was over. Her eyes uncrossed, losing a little bit of their maniacal glee. "O-Oh! Gee, you're right, sis! Mm, I got so carried away just now, heeheehee~ Better stop!"

Mrs Cake sagged atop her giant belly. She was humiliated and distorted beyond belief, but it looked like her torture was finally over. "Oogh..."

"But I'm still hard."

Maud finally stopped ramming Cake's ass. She pulled out the three foot monster of a cock, still not tamed or satisfied, begging to be stuffed in someone again. Moments later, Maud was once again atop Pinkie, driving her cock full speed, full force into her sister's ass. Her balls began unleashing into the party pony all over again. Pinkie's cumblimp of a stomach surged outwards, crushing even more, filling up the entire width of the street and fighting for room beyond that even. The town was at the mercy of the unpoppable pony and her unstoppable sister.

Well, unsurprisingly, plenty of others were beginning to take note of the pair's debauched sex fest! As Pinkie grew larger and larger, her happy cries spreading all over Ponyville, more and more ponies exited their homes to stop and stare up and up and up!

A gurgling monster more dangerous than any Smooze was devouring their town, a belly, and a giant, sloshing pair of cart-sized testicles laying atop it, above of which were Pinkie and Maud. The pair were little more than specks now to the ponies below.

With a pair of titanic demolishings, Pinkie's gut took out the houses on either side of her, reducing them to kindling and mortar. A tidal wave of pink belly continued to spill out and across Ponyville, demolishing homes one by one.

"Wheeeee! This is so much fun, Maud!" Pinkie felt every impact of her belly expanding over every pile of rubble, squirming to get more comfortable as she did so.

"I'm soooooooooo full!”

“You are.”

“... Of love for my sister~" Pinkie leaned back, wetly smacking her chops on Maud's mouth as she listened cheerfully to the sounds of destruction below.

"Thankyou soooo much for visiting me!” Pinkie giggled as they rose up towards the clouds.

“Any... nnh... time...” groaned Maud, feeling her fat nuts gain another feet of diameter. It felt really good, so she kept going.

Mayor Today, Gone Tomorrow Part 1

“And you can tell Mister Rich,” Mayor Mare said, twirling the phone cord about her finger with glee, “that if he can’t deliver the goods within my new timeframe, I’ll find somepony richer to take this very lucrative contract with the town.”

Clink.

And with that, the Mayor of All Ponyville kicked back into her squishy, red-velvet recliner, and celebrated conquest. “Haaa!” she sighed aloud, pushing the chair into a spin to watch the world go by. “A-hahaha!” Her cheeks were red-hot with the flush of victory, her heart kicking in her chest like an Apple come harvest season. She loosened up her tie, and undid a straining button, fanning herself just to cool down.

After a call like that, Filthy Rich was going to be falling over his own hooves just to kiss hers. She had to commend herself: that had been a slaughter. Completely and utterly. Why, she’d be surprised if a black-suited stallion didn’t show up at her doorstep tomorrow morning with a suitcase full of bits. Bribery was his only hope left if he didn’t want her to crush him like an ant. Then, the both of them could be filthy rich.

Mayor Mare wriggled herself deeper into her seat, ample thighs the color of coffee-cream (and just as smooth) rubbing idly against each other. Victory wasn’t the only thing flushing her cheeks. She was just as hot and ready as she was red-hot. All day, she’d been riding a rising tide of power-highs, coasting on the feeling of stomping on hopes and sitting on dreams. It was just, mm, too much to ignore.

...So she got off on abusing her authority. What was anypony going to do about it, tell the mayor?

A quick spin of the chair brought her back to her phone line. Beep, beep, beep. For the Mayor of Ponyville, a secretary was only ever a few buttons away.

“H-hello, Mayor?” a soft, trembling voice came on the line within the first ring. Raven Inkwell, the office wallflower. Or she would have been, if she didn’t wobble everywhere she walked and her perpetually puffed-out lips could stop begging for a kiss. “Is there something that you needed?”

“Oh, hello, Inkwell,” Mayor Mare said, her voice a-drip with intent to seduce. On the Town Hall’s internal line, she couldn’t quite say what else was dripping, but she certainly implied it. Her voice went whisper-low, her tone just barely softer than her secretary’s curves. “I’m expecting some... company in my office soon.”

A tinny gasp came through the receiver. Mayor Mare closed her eyes, imagining Raven Inkwell were already in the room. She needed so badly to feel the pillowy, powdery softness of Raven’s cheek in her hand, her ruby-red nails running gently up those marble-white thighs. In her vivid daydream (and soon-to-be reality), Raven’s dusky eyes were filled with simple, animal need. The primal urge to be bent over a desk and given a red palmprint as a Cutie Mark.

Mayor Mare sighed. She’d have to have a statue commissioned of a prize like Raven Inkwell, someday. Smaller than hers, of course, but a statue all the same. It was possible that she could swing it with the board; a lot of things were possible with creative interpretations of the Mayor’s powers and privileges.

“See that you could come join us once you’re done with that paper I put you on, mm?” she continued, still talking in their traditional code. No one listening in would ever mistake the gasps and groans and moans that came over the line - goodness knew Raven wore her libido on the rim of her mini skirts - but she had to maintain something in the way of plausible deniability. “I’ll need a scribe to take notes. And be sure to look your most professional. There might be consequences involved if your dress just so happens to slip again... Do you understand?”

Silence. The Mayor grinned. If she’d placed her ear up to the receiver, she might just have heard Inkwell’s circuits sparking.

“Y - yes, Mayor!” Raven’s voice came back in a rush. “I’ll be up as soon as I can!”

Clink.

“Haaaa!” The Mayor sighed again, longer and louder. Her heart racing faster than ever. Well, if stepping on Filthy Rich hadn’t been enough, this second course would more than satisfy her.

She spun around again in her seat, this time taking in the view of her office. It was the office of a successful pony. The most successful pony in Ponyville, she reminded herself with great (and mounting) pleasure. The walls were packed to the brim with Mayor of the Year awards, framed photo ops... and, best of all, mirrors.

She loved those mirrors. There were nearly a dozen scattered about the office, placed at varying heights and made at varying sizes. Not only were they excellent for practicing speeches and winning smiles, they were perfect for admiring the (mm…) Face of Ponyville, as it were. She turned to a Mayor-sized mirror in the corner, admiring her figure even as her hands explored it intimately. Her right reached up to grope and squeeze and play with an abundantly soft breast. The buttons of her starchy white shirt strained with a rrrr-ip of failing thread as she toyed with herself, and she bit her lip as she watched pools of coffee-cream flesh well up from the deep, her tie sinking slowly into the growing depths of freed cleavage.

Her left hand luxuriated in the rich purple fabric that hugged her hips like a lover. Ah, to be the proud owner of the curviest figure to ever squeeze into a power suit. Her bountiful rump, fattened on the spoils of office, practically wrote her campaign ads, and it filled the cushioned seat of power like a hand in a glove. It overflowed her own hand when she pressed in on it, oodles of soft, decadent flesh that just begged to be squeezed.

“Mm-oooh,” she moaned aloud, hardly caring who heard. Even this was the privilege of her power, to sit in her luxuriously cozy chair and feel herself up as she waited for her secretary to come join her. Oh, the things she would do once Raven Inkwell arrived. The mirrors would fog right up upon witnessing a show that steamy.

A final spin brought her to the curtained window of her office. The view upon her domain, ever-expanding and fattening still on the spoils of Canterlot above. Under her careful stewardship, what had once been a run-down hick town of pet-sitters and apple farmers had grown into a jewel of Equestria, a thriving hub of trade and activity for wealthy noble-types to stop by on their way up to the capital. Sparkling dresses, creamy cupcakes, hip stores, and - yes! - ample-bodied ponies of comfort. All could be found in Ponyville. And the Town Hall sat right at the eye of the storm, the center of a metropolis-to-be. The Mayor’s Office was placed specifically to grant her the greatest view in town. She wondered idly what new stores, what new sparkling, spectacular, tourist-drawing enterprise would be transpiring when she opened the window this time...

Thwip!

The curtains rose, and her jaw dropped.

No warm rays of sunshine. No vistas of beautiful carousels and cupcake-styled bakeries. No, all that could be seen from the Mayor’s window at Town Hall now was an enormous, sprawling construction site. Towers of steel beams and mountains of cement bags had been stacked audaciously close to the center of her Jewel of Equestria! And above the construction site stood… that. The all-eclipsing sign that blocked every last ray of sun from view, printed with giant, sparkling lavender letters:

PRINCESS TWILIGHT’S FRIENDSHIP FACTORY!

(COMING SOON)

And in just a single smile-ruining, ego-popping moment, Mayor Mare was reminded that she was not technically the most successful pony in Ponyville.

She grit her teeth. “Twilight Sparkle,” Mayor Mare growled aloud, the name itself foul in her mouth. Who did she think she was? Besides a Princess of the Realm, of course. But who exactly did she think she was, prancing about town with hardly a care for respect, rules, or laws? She didn’t have anything productive to do with herself, that Mayor Mare had ever seen! Instead of useful, taxable work, all Twilight Sparkle ever did was fill young mares’ ears with ideas of friendship and fill their bellies with thick, sticky fluids!

And just like that, the pleasant heat suffusing Mayor Mare's body departed, leaving her icy-cold and rather frustrated. An entire morning's worth of erotic, sizzling cat-and-mouse play - all in the name of steaming her up, building her up until she was boiling over for a pleasant afternoon bout of interoffice sexual harassment - wasted! Mayor Mare had completely lost her appetite, no longer interested in making that padded chair creak or her padded assistant squeak.

Ugh!

She clutched absently at her abundant curves for just a few moments longer, fingers half-heartedly exploring the cooling flesh in vain hope that she could push past the complete and utter mood-killer the unduly-elected Princess represented... and came up with nothing. Ooh, it just wasn't the same without the smoky coal of corruption stoking her boiler! Even her pursuit of Inkwell only worked so well because her assistant understood the fine art of ‘not wanting it too much’. How was she supposed to get off on her abuse of power, with an even higher authority dropping factories down right on her head?

Ahh... But…

A sly little thought sidled its way into her mind. One that had taken hold of her heart even as it formed in her brain, her chest pounding harder and faster as she thought and more upon it. Excitement gripped her.

...A factory fallen onto her head. Wasn’t this rather an opportunity, fallen right into her lap? New zoning projects and constructions in a town were bound - by the very highest of all laws in Equestria - to come through the Mayor's office. Even with the power of a Princess, the paperwork still had to be filed. And processed at a pace controlled entirely by the Mayor herself. Had Princess Twilight, in between sweaty bouts of despoiling Ponyville’s finest, stretchiest mares in front of the tourists, thought to file the proper paperwork for her Friendship Factory with the proper authorities? She rather doubted it. But, just to be certain, the Mayor double-checked her files, struggling to check her giddiness as she scanned page after page.

It was a tough task, though! For someone of this mare's particular inclinations, dry legal documents with incriminating legal powers made for delightful sort of foreplay. As the contents of her ‘IN’ Box dwindled, and no official record of Twilight's work presented itself, Mayor Mare felt that breathtaking heat in her loins rekindle itself, her childlike sense of braggadocio slinking back into her heart. Oooh... A chance to turn those rules and regulations she so adored on Twilight Sparkle, the untouchable princess herself... who could resist? Not Mayor Mare, that was for certain!

Creeeaaak.

“M-Mayor?” Raven Inkwell’s head poked through the crack, her cheeks flushed and her expression already done up in an anxious little pout. Raven obviously came expecting playtime: the secretary looked a treat with her alabaster curves bulging through the fabric of her dress at every thread. But that wasn't enough for her boss, goodness no! So she further intensified the effect by spilling out her night-black mane, leaving it free to fall in inky waves upon her shoulders. “You said you, mm…” she inched her way in, legs pressed tightly together. That was Raven’s natural posture, of course - her skirts were always too small to contain hips that would’ve matched two mares - but the fidgety rub of thigh against thigh betrayed the steam building within her core. She was ready. “You said you w-wanted to see me?”

“Yes, I did!” Mayor Mare said, with a gleeful laugh. Nowhere to be found! Twilight Sparkle hadn’t filed even a single page of a single form with the Mayor’s Office. She laughed and whooped and skipped about with glee, her secretary’s confusion (and frustrated sexuality) lost upon her in the celebration. “I’ve got her,” she announced, to the world. “I’ve got her now! We’ll see how high and mighty she is after this!”

“Um…” Raven cocked her head, lips pursed. “If you say so, Mayor…” The affairs of politics were far above her, and she doubted she’d have understood what the Mayor was laughing about even if she’d been told. But… She gripped her clipboard close to her beyond-ample chest, sighing even at the gentle pressure the flat wood provided. “But you said that you needed me, Ma’am?” she reminded her boss.

“Yes, yes, I do, Raven,” Mayor Mare said, patting her secretary on the head like a she would a lost puppy. “I’ll need you to pull the laws for me, and to accompany me on the trip. And to cancel all of my other appointments, of course. This will take all afternoon. If I’m lucky. Ah, ha ha ha!” She laughed one final, throaty laugh, and pointed out the window, toward a shimmering, crystalline castle standing in the distance. “Look out, Twilight Sparkle!” she shouted. “This Mayor is about to topple a Princess!”

In the blink of an eye (and the commandeering of the fastest carriage in town), the pair found themselves standing upon the threshold of that garish eyesore Twilight had called home after her involvement in the destruction of the Ponyville Town Library. Really, this place had been Sparkle's first transgression against the town all those years ago... Mayor Mare had certainly never approved any overgrown playsets in her idyllic little countryside town! Only the unique and special rights granted to the castles of Princesses had kept her from rejecting the permit to this place, too!

But here they were now, craning their necks skywards to take in the full sight of the intimidating purple edifice. What a pair they looked to be, themselves! Raven stood buxom, stacked, and soft enough to make any mouth water. They Mayor beside her stood... equally as buxom, stacked, etc, etc. It wasn't as though she could help it! Despite her veneer of the stern, severe authoritarian from the neck up, genetics and a careful regimen of spa visits had been exceedingly kind to the Mayor. Her thighs were thick enough to engulf any stallion lucky enough to have them wrapped around him, to say nothing of her bust. Any cock caught between those would doubtless need a search party to bring it back!

But where Raven flaunted her assets in garments befitting office eye-candy and tea-serving floozies everywhere, Mayor Mare came dressed considerably more down-to-earth, in a well-tailored pant-suit that did its best to rein her decadently-sculpted figure in.

It was, of course, no coincidence that the Mayor and her assistant were two of the most built mares in all Ponyville. As a full-figured mare who only loved other full-figured mares, her narcissism had served her well in the limelight of public office... and it was hardly any trouble to cook the books and hire the fattest-breasted cupcake she could find to laze around her office. Together, they looked like the world's tastiest pre-made harem - if they hadn’t been utterly off-limits to anypony but the most absolutely commanding of dominants!

“Onward ho!” Mayor Mare shouted aloud all of the sudden, charging forward into the castle while Raven brought up the (bouncing) rear. In a storm of clop-clops and wobble-wobbles, they assailed Princess Twilight’s Castle of Friendship, flying up nigh-endless staircases and charging down gaudy crystal hallways until at last they stood before the crystal-paned doors of the Throne Room.

It had been a dangerous trip for the pair of them, fraught with peril, and more exercise than two plump mares who lived worked all day sitting at desks (or bending over them) were used to! But, at last, they had arrived.

“Whew!” the Mayor gasped, panting for breath. She wiped at her sweat-soaked forehead with the sleeve of her suit, fanning herself desperately for air. “What a nightmare that was! I don’t know how she can live in a place like this.”

She refused to give voice to her second thought: That Twilight was so obscenely, decadently wealthy that she could afford to live in a castle that tired ponies out on a trip to the Throne Room. Most likely, Twilight hardly ran about her castle at all; the small army of ample, young maids they had passed on the way up probably brought her anything she wanted. Themselves included.

Mayor Mare glanced back toward Raven, red-cheeked from effort and heaving for breath like a filly in heat... Although, given the nature of her job, that wasn’t an unusual look for her. None of Twilight’s maids, at least, were quite so wide and soft and squeezable as Raven Inkwell. Even if she did have dozens and dozens of them. “Quality over quantity,” Mayor Mare whispered to herself, as she placed her hands against the doors and pushed. “I am the Mayor here.”

“Twilight Sparkle!” she shouted at the top of her lungs, as the doors gave way. Her voice echoed about the crystalline walls of a massive, office-dwarfing Throne Room, tiled in amethyst and lined every which way with gold. At the room’s center sat a towering, diamond throne, upon which the purple object of her hatred was lounging - rather smugly so, if Mayor Mare was any judge of such things. Which she was. “I’ve got a bone to pick with you!”

"Oh."

That was all Twilight said. Just 'Oh.'

“Yes, and I’m not leaving until I’m through!” Mayor Mare raised a finger, already prepared to launch into one of her famous tirades. The sort that won elections and put fancy-pants stallions like Filthy Rich straight in her place. “You see, I-”

But the little one opposite the duo cut her off presently. "Well, snap to it, then. I'm a very busy pony, you know. If you’re here for a bone, why don’t you come on up and get it?"

"Ah..." Mayor Mare floundered for a moment, then finally found the words she sought, albeit with the help of a little nudge to her pleasing curves from the black-maned beauty beside her.

"Yes! Of course. Ahem!"

Mayor Mare drew herself up to her full height, swaggering across the room with Raven in tow. They made their ponderous way along the velvet carpets all the way up to the throne, circling around it, sidling against its back. It was a move the Mayor had long practiced against stammering business stallions, she and Raven together leaned down over the throne to flank the little pony seated upon it, imposing upon her with bigger, heavier, curvier forms... and instead achieving the effect of a pair of call girls draping themselves around the boss. Especially when Raven grazed a fingertip over the throne's star-shaped crest. The very same symbol gracing Princess Twilight’s flank.

"Twilight, Twilight, Twilight," Mayor Mare teased, taking a moment to look down at the pony between them. And taking another moment to look again. It was easy to be disarmed by such a tiny little thing sitting beneath her - so, disarmed she was.

Where the pair of common ponies perhaps came in at around six-foot-plus each, among full-grown mares and stallions Princess Twilight Sparkle might just have been one of the most diminutive ponies in Equestria. Or anywhere else. Standing straight up, she might have just barely cleared five feet, her figure petite and flat-chested. In fact, her only real curves had been deposited straight in the back, making a rather splendid caboose that may have been small by the absolutes, but bordered immense when placed on her fun-sized form.

The imposing Throne of Friendship only intensified the effect of her smallness - obviously built for a much larger pony. Sitting right in the center of the seat, Twilight left enough empty space on either side to fit two more of her! Mayor Mare, on the other hand, would have found it a tight fit even before accounting for 50 pounds or so of winter weight.

Small. Twilight was so small. And big! They were so big! Mayor Mare hardly even needed to strain her brain with this one, it looked like physical intimidation would be more than enough.

Or she could insult Twilight's choice of clothing.

Yes, why not go the extra mile and cement her dominance?

It was clear at a glance, after all, that Princess Twilight must have had to shop in the child's section of stores, denied the finest pony fashions available to well-rounded adult mares such as herself. Today she wore a plain dress shirt, a short leather skirt that rode up her hips and two black leather boots with laces up to the knees. A pair of thin, circle-rimmed spectacles sat on the Princess's snout. For reading, perhaps? How dreadful!

It was terrible. Awful, even. Just tragic fashion sense, really. Mayor Mare felt better already!

...Although.

As Mayor Mare’s eyes made one final pass, the snide remark already forming on her lips, she paused. The words dying on her lips. Twilight's skirt was... riding up? Now what could that be? She took a closer look. And her heart melted when she saw what was waiting for her there. Her senses reeled.

Of course, everyone in Ponyville knew Twilight had one of those... but actually seeing it, so large and fat and thick Twilight couldn't even get her skirt down over it - instead, letting the small leather garment ride up almost to her smooth, soft belly just to accommodate her own length. How ridiculous! How excessive! How… obscene!

Cocks had always been the most difficult part of a stallion's anatomy for Mayor Mare to handle, and Twilight's was certainly no exception! Rather, it seemed determined to prove the rule.

She chanced another glance down at it, her eyes widening at its sheer size. That unnatural, girthy size, not just reaching down to her knees but shooting past them! Down, down, down went the tightly-wrapped heaping helping of sheer, personified arrogance, flopping all the way down to the little pony's boots. It dangled just a few inches over a dark-stained carpet, leaking fat drops of sticky goop upon it in a slow, almost methodical rhythm, like a faucet that had not been fully turned off.

As a mare who preferred mares, Mayor Mare had only glimpsed a few male members here and there... and Twilight had them all beat! Even as it lay completely soft between her legs (Rather like a sleeping dragon! the Mayor thought, with a gulp), Twilight still out-hefted even the largest of poles wielded by even the grandest of stallions. To say nothing of the free-hanging pair of balls that came with the rod, so large and sloshy and fully-loaded they forced her fat cock to thrust outwards, leaving it to dangle a foot or so away from her core. In contrast to the tight flesh of Twi's dick, stretched thin over the pillar until the veiny muscle just beneath the surface could be deliciously appreciated, that sinister sack only belied its contents through the impression of the great weight dragging them down: like a sturdy sack pulled into a teardrop by the bowling balls within.

A world-class cock and balls, then, hanging off a pony only a little bigger than it. If one were to weigh Twilight Sparkle and her equipment separately, it could come up as 25% of her weight. She was 1/4 cock!

... Well... at least the rest of her was still small.

“So,” Twilight said coolly. She brought a finger up and gently pushed the Mayor’s fallen jaw back into place. “Are you going to suck it, or take it?”

“What?” Mayor Mare recoiled back in shock. And still further back as the leviathan lurking beneath Twilight’s skirt lurched sleepily upward, plumping and surging and growing at the scent of nearby prey. Slowly, Twilight’s cock passed the level of her hips, and arced upward into the air, inch by fleshy inch. It was, the Mayor noted as she stared into the head of that darkening purple length, almost pointing at her. “Whatever gave you that idea?”

The Mayor took another step back in retreat, hoping to keep well clear of wherever Twilight decided to point that thing next. Poor Raven had been left behind, her eyes transfixed upon Twilight’s length, her nostrils flaring with every breath, drinking in the scent of Ponyville Royalty’s raw sexuality. She looked like a mouse caught in the path of a diving hawk. She circled her tongue about her pillowy lips, wetting them as she leaned closer and closer over the throne…

“Ahem!” Mayor Mare cleared her throat, breaking the spell over her secretary. Or what she hoped had only been a spell. Raven Inkwell blinked, suddenly alert, and shuffled sheepishly over to the Mayor’s side - her eyes still darting between her old boss... and the new one between Twilight’s legs.

“As I was saying, Twilight Sparkle,” the Mayor said, finger raised and wagging at the pint-sized Princess lounging in front of her. “You are in a lot of trouble with the Mayor’s Office, young miss!”

“Oh?” Twilight said, a coy little smile curling on her lips. She leaned back even further into the cushioning of her throne, pushing her burgeoning erection upward until - in a stark reversal of fortunes - it seemed to be looming over them. Not that it needed the help. “And that’s what you came all this way to tell me?”

“Yes!” the Mayor pressed on, finger wagging harder than ever before. “In violation of the very highest laws in Equestria, you very clearly neglected to file the proper zoning paperwork to build your silly Friendship Factory in Ponyville. Paperwork that has to come through the Mayor’s Office by law.” She grinned, her voice building in confidence and clarity as she settled into the rhythm of her speech. This was her element. This was any good politician’s evidence. It would be to Twilight’s bane that she’d allowed the Mayor to get a word in edgewise. “By law, Twilight Sparkle. Do you hear me? Law!”

“La-aaaaw,” Twilight repeated, swirling the word around in her mouth, as if she had not had to think about it for a very long time. Idly, she reached a hand up and gently rubbed the fleshy purple pillar between her legs, her fingers running along it in long, satisfying strokes, like a favorite pet. “Hum.”

The Mayor took another step backward as it ‘purred’ in delight, a glorp of off-white cream bubbling up from the tip and rolling down the long, steep slope of Twilight’s shaft.

“And!” Mayor Mare continued, seeking not to break stride. This here was her trump card. The ace she’d been keeping up her sleeve for just this moment. “Under Ponyville law, any individual who shall fail to file proper zoning paperwork before the beginning of construction will be subject to punishment at the Mayor’s discretion.” Her grin widened, victory at hand. Already, she could see herself whipping Twilight Sparkle’s fat, spoiled rear with a riding crop - punishment enough for daring to laze about in a diamond throne all day. “Remember: It’s the law.”

“Oooh,” Twilight’s eyes lit up. Evidently, she had found whatever it was that she’d been thinking about. “The law.” She giggled. “I’m sorry, girls, when you’re a Princess, there are so many other, more important things to think about. You go on and tell the Mayor-”

“I’m the Mayor,” bleated the Mayor.

“-that under Article 4, Subsection 8, and Paragraph 2 of Equestria’s Land Distribution Treaty, the Princess shall have the right to file all necessary paperwork at her convenience, with deadline set at completion of construction.” She shot Raven Inkwell a sly little wink, even as her monstrous cock shot an arc of creamy gunk that splatted dangerously close to the Mayor’s hooves. “We have so many priorities bigger than worrying over files and technicalities, after all. Diplomats to deal with, nations to rule, factories to build...”

At that, Mayor Mare positively shook with rage! She flared her nostrils in frustration at such open defiance - and almost immediately regretted it. The smell so copiously wafting up from the pillar of power throbbing beneath her nose came so thickly she would have liked to declare it a public hazard and quarantined the whole area.

Why did it smell so strongly? How could it smell so strongly? The fresh sheen of saliva and the many, many lipstick smears adorning its prodigious length evidenced that Twilight had ‘washed’ it little more than an hour ago. How, then, just after driving doubtless a dozen maids into an early retirement, did Twilight’s cock smell like it had been stewing in rut for weeks?

She couldn’t imagine. She didn’t want to imagine.

Mayor Mare stomped a hoof, dizzied and dazed enough she hardly noticed she'd planted it in a warm pile of Twilight's sticky pleasure. "Ha! The exact treaty you're referring to also stipulates that the elected authority of the province - yours truly - can require the paperwork to be filed sooner, where..."

She paused as she caught another whiff of that uniquely equine bouquet filling the room. Mayor Mare ran some fingers down her cheek - sweaty and blushed hot with a need her conscious mind refused to recognize - and reminded herself to only breathe through her mouth. "...Where said construction infringes upon their ability to manage their territories! And I say your silly Factory most certainly does! The paperwork, Princess! File it, before I send a wrecking crew around to pound your little entrepreneurial enterprise back to the Ice Age!"

“Gosh!” Twilight threw her hands up in mock surprise, her eyes a-rolling. For all she seemed to care, Mayor Mare might as well have threatened to unleash a pack of puppies upon her. Or to savage her with a pillow. Or to bend right over and let Twilight do whatever she wished. “Well, we can’t have that! We don’t want anyone to get pounded now, do we?”

In the back, Raven’s hand shot into the air.

“The law is the law, I suppose!” Twilight said, shrugging. Even this simple motion seemed to set her cock waving about, swaying to and fro in gentle rhythm like a hypnotist’s watch. It was hardly any wonder that Twilight seemed to have Ponyville’s mares wrapped around her royal finger; their legs wrapped around her slender waist; their throats wrapped around her shaft. Her every little move seemed designed to seduce, to excite, to overwhelm. “I’ll have that paperwork filed straight away, then.”

“You - you will?” Mayor Mare choked out, unable to stifle a sigh of relief. “I mean… Yes, of course you will!” Truth be told (not that she would ever tell it!) she felt as though she’d barely managed to dodge a bullet train. She was well within her rights as the duly-elected Mayor to demand all of this, so far as she knew, but she didn’t want to think too hard about what might have happened if Princess Twilight had simply… disagreed. “Right. Well, I’ll expect it immediately, then! If those papers aren’t on my desk by the time I come in tomorrow, I’ll have your Friendship Factory flattened...”

She snapped. “...Like that!”

“What a terrible fate that would be,” Twilight agreed, a cat-who’d-cocked-the-canary grin plastered across her face. “I’ll put it in with your secretary, then.” She winked. Although whether it had been for her, or… Raven behind her… the Mayor couldn’t quite tell. Perhaps it didn’t matter.

Mayor Mare exhaled, for the first time in a while. That had gone rather well, in the end. Her power high from before might have flagged, but for the moment it was tempered with something equally delicious: anticipation! It wasn’t a pleasure the impatient and impulsive fillies of Ponyville could easily understand, but a seasoned mare like herself knew all too well the satisfaction of a toe-curling delight lying just beyond the corner.

So she anticipated her victory, and felt very, very nice in doing so.

"Well, was there anything else?" the pint-sized plutocrat asked in a honeyed tone. "I believe I'm due for my two o'clo - oh, there she is now."

The door behind the two heavy-breasted dignitaries swung open again, and a third, equally-colossal form swaggered in between them. Starlight Glimmer, Twilight's classy, well-trained, and dangerously stacked assistant, with enough breast on her to fill her generous lap sitting down. She entered milk-jugs-first on tottering high heels, and frowned rather disappointedly when she saw Twilight had guests.

"Oh... Am I interrupting something?" Starlight susurrated in lipstick-drenched tones.

Mayor Mare snorted out a half-whinny of discomfort, averting her eyes and pushing her glasses up her nose. She'd shown plenty of restraint in allowing Raven to dress however she wished, even permitting sensible and comfortable clothing. The demands of holding public office even necessitated that employees come dressed with reasonable modesty. But this Starlight character Twilight Sparkle had under her thumb... She was sporting hoop earrings, towering high heels, a slitted miniskirt, and worse besides!

"You... ordered a call girl?" Mayor Mare asked in disbelief. How could a Princess of Equestria call in a pony dressed so… obviously. In front of her greatest political rival, no less! Didn’t she care? Wasn’t she worried about the scandal that would surely brew if it were known that Princess Twilight were ruining buxom mares for anyone to see?

If it didn’t make her even more popular, anyway.

"A call girl!" laughed Twilight. "No, she’s just my secretary. The call girls will be in after her."

At that, it was Starlight's turn to avert her eyes.

Mayor Mare gulped, swallowing. "Well... Ahh... Anyway! We were just leaving, weren't we, Raven?"

Raven looked on, spellbound, at Starlight Glimmer's outfit. Of course, she'd pushed endlessly in the past for the privilege of wearing comfortable shoes and slacks like the Mayor’s every now and then, and she had succeeded in making a few changes to the dress code by it. But now, actually seeing what she could have looked like… Well, she couldn't really argue with the results!

"You look fantastic," Raven murmured dreamily. Already imagining herself in the very same outfit as Starlight’s. Maybe if she had the same boss…

"...Come along, Miss Inkwell!" Mayor Mare huffed, more insistently this time.

Raven stood stock-still. Her ears twitched at the Mayor’s command, but her nostrils flared for the scent hanging thick in the air. Her eyes darted this way and that, scanning over every inch of Starlight’s figure. Her oh-so-fashionable clothes, her silken mane, her pleasantly plump purple form, thickened surely by a diet of the heavy cream that flowed liberally from Twilight’s tip.

If Starlight herself noticed Raven’s presence in the room, she didn’t seem to let it bother her. With professional, practiced form, she sashayed her way toward Princess Twilight’s throne; the hips that had nearly toppled Equestria bouncing from side to side with every step, shaking to the beat of some unheard rhythm.

“Let’s get this done quickly, then,” Starlight said, drumming her slender fingers up Twilight’s throbbing pole as she walked. “You’ll want me to do that paperwork afterward, I’m sure.”

“Mm, don’t be so sure,” Twilight hummed.

Her cock was already responding to her secretary’s kind treatment, dribbling thick white cum down its impossible length until Starlight’s fingers were soaked in the stuff and stuck to Twilight’s shaft. At this, Starlight’s motions transitioned smoothly into strokes, her fingers curling (as far as they could) around Twilight’s shaft and her hand slid uuuu-up and down again, up and down, like a piston working in an engine. Starlight, ever the faithful secretary, was machine-like in her efficiency, her motions calculated to bring her Princess maximum pleasure.

Raven was sweating. The heat in the room seemed to have doubled since Starlight had started, and nowhere did Raven Inkwell feel it more than her own core. She crossed her legs standing, shaking with need. Oh, she’d have given anything to be in Starlight’s place right now! So hot and bothered was she that she didn’t even hear the Mayor’s voice in her ear, shouting at her to come along this instant, or else!

But if Starlight had ignored Raven entirely, Princess Twilight seemed to have some pity for the poor girl. She waved a hand dismissively at the lesser of the two secretaries, a serene little smile on her face. “Go on,” she said, her voice thick and sweet as honey - or the strong-smelling juices she pumped out by the gallon. A wet glrrk! filled the room as Starlight finally wrapped her electric-blue lips about that enormous, flaring head. “I’ll drop the papers off with you tomorrow.”

Raven heard that. “Yes, Princess,” she said, bowing low, hoping against hope that Twilight’s gaze fell upon the marble canyon of cleavage positively spilling from her outfit. The Mayor did so love that part of her, and she hoped Twilight would as well. “Of course, Princess.”

She might have stuck herself that way for another ten minutes, too - if the Mayor hadn’t wrapped an arm about Raven’s waist and hoisted her up over her shoulder.

“If those papers aren’t in my ‘IN’ box by the time the cock crows, Princess,” the Mayor growled, stomping out the door with her heavy-set secretary in tow, “I’ll be sitting in that throne the next day. Good-bye!”

She turned about, and madder than any she’d ended any conversation in her life, she slammed the double-doors shut.

“My goodness!” Twilight giggled, and she gave Starlight’s head a gentle pat. “What a drama-queen.”

“Mmph-hmph!” Starlight agreed.

Mayor Today, Gone Tomorrow Part 2

Mayor Mare's dreams that night were uneasy, to say the least. While on most occasions the Mayor's comfortable goose-down pillow, coupled with a warm glass of milk, ensured a perfectly restful night of sleep, her dreams tonight seemed flooded with difficult imagery, like phallic specters rising up from her subconscious to taunt her. Mushrooms sprouting ominously from the ground between her legs, battering rams bullying her off the beaten path, thick fire hoses spraying her down with substances too gooey and thick to be water... She barely got a wink of sleep all night!

When she awoke the next morning, still feeling rather shook up and under the weather, she nevertheless rose, showered, dressed... and dreamed of the naps she'd be able to have at work. Yes, even if her own bed had failed her, there was always her padded office chair with the adjustable seating. A relaxing in that, a massage from Raven, and a few slugs of the large bottle of brandy she kept in her work desk drawer, and Mayor Mare would be fighting fit again by lunchtime.

Nothing to worry about!

Less than nothing, she remembered suddenly, on her way out the door. Her arrival at work today was - legally speaking - the deadline for Twilight Sparkle to submit and file the zoning paperwork for that silly factory of hers. This, of course, had been a game rigged from the very start. Raven arrived only an hour before her every morning to open up Town Hall, and the Mayor had given her very explicit, very simple instructions on what to do after that: If Twilight Sparkle arrives, never let that paper reach my ‘IN’ box. As canny in bureaucratic procedure as she was in the way of politics, Mayor Mare knew all the many ways a zoning filing could be delayed into oblivion. With everything she’d told Raven to do to those papers, Twilight could have submitted them last week, and they would still be unfinished by the time she arrived today.

So, Mayor Mare left the house in high spirits and headed in to work, nearly skipping down the path on her way there… Or, as close as she could manage in her too-tight formal attire. Idle delusions of grandeur filled her head as the morning sun shone down upon her face. Yes, this mistake would be the end of the Princess of Friendship. Very dearly, in fact. The laws were very clear on the importance of filing paperwork in the proper time frame.

She could already see it: Twilight wrapped chains, her offensively obscene cock locked in a chastity cage of triple-steel. The disgraced princess was… Hm… Oh, yes, she was begging before the new Princess Mayor of Ponyville to spare her, pledging her life in slavery to Mayor Mare if she could only be free once more. And the Mayor, sitting high upon a crystal throne made to fit her luscious tush alone - instead of Twilight and a guest or two upon her lap - only laughed in her smug little face.

The Mayor in real life laughed just as hard, as practice. She wondered what the sweet lips of Twilight’s maids would taste like, when they inevitably became her own maids. And that Starlight Glimmer, mm… Raven Inkwell would have to work much, much harder to stay Top Secretary, once Mayor Mare ascended to the throne. She wouldn’t be able to refuse conservative clothes and comfy shoes any longer, with an ambitious Starlight Glimmer thirsting for her job. Why, she’d have to stuff her outrageous curves into any saucy outfit the Mayor desired! The Mayor chuckled again. Or, perhaps, she could just make them fight for it.

Only a single cloud darkened her thoughts, as she stepped from the realm of the bright morning sun into Town Hall’s considerably dimmer lobby. What if - and this was only a hypothetical - Raven Inkwell had forgotten all of the Mayor’s careful instructions to delay the filing? After the audience with Twilight she’d been such an airhead,, that the Mayor’s words might have just flitted in one ear and out the other.

The Mayor’s grin uncurled itself by just a fraction of an inch, and she paced in a circle about the front desk. “Even… No, wait…” She wanted to pore over that particular thought very carefully before heading up to her office. Like a filly on Hearth’s Warming Eve, she didn’t want to rush and open her present without thinking carefully on what might be inside. A brand new toy… or a scratchy old sweater. Which would it be? “Even if she did... No - it wouldn’t matter.”

It wouldn’t matter in the least, she thought, the clouds in her mind clearing. Even if Raven had been struck suddenly dumb (or, at any rate, moreso than usual) by Twilight’s presence, it would hardly matter if she forgot to place the papers in the Mayor’s ‘IN’ box, too. “Yes!” the Mayor clapped her hands together, her smile full of sunshine and rainbows once more. “She would forget to do just that! Ah ha h-”

Thump!

The Mayor caught herself mid-laugh at the noise. What was that? Where had it come from?

Thump!

Her ears twitched. On the desk beside her, pens jolted about the surface, a stack of paperwork toppled at the sheer force of the second thump. The Mayor looked upward; a panel had come loose from the ceiling - in a spot just about… just about below where her office would be.

Thump!

The Mayor winced as the ceiling panel crashed to the floor, dust and debris raining upon her carefully-done mane. What in Equestria...

Oh, no.

Removing her outdoors hat and her coat, the Mayor hurried herself upwards, taking the stairs two at a time.

Bang! She threw the door open, stepping into her office with all the authority and bluster that the Mayor commanded!

...Only to have the wind knocked straight from her sails... and how! The sight waiting for Mayor Mare on the other side hit her harder than all the tabloid scandals in her career together ever had.

Raven Inkwell, hard-working secretary, ultra-devoted assistant... and most importantly, submissive fuckdoll to the Mayor's Office, had now been bent over the very symbol of the Mayor's Office, the desk itself! She shook and hollered and wobbled, flicking sweat in every direction, clinging to the desk for dear life, as if knowing her trembling, knock-kneed legs would collapse beneath her if she did not.

What a slovenly sight! Her massive body had at last been stuffed into a hot little purple dress. It was so short, so skimpy, that her pantyhose and garter had been placed on full display, spilling out - spilling everywhere - in a way she'd never have dreamed to do for Mayor Mare! Her mammoth, meaty tits looked ready to pop out of her dress altogether as they rolled around on the desk, battering inkwells and scattering documents in their wake, the fat knobs of her nipples fully visible through the sketchy material, straining up a pair of peaks on her udders that sang sinfully with arousal! Her ass, stuck high in the air, shook and bounced invitingly like an animal signalling its readiness to be mated, in a way a pony farmer might laugh about the animals under her care doing come mating season! Raven Inkwell looked shameless! Depraved! In heat!

But most shocking of all were the occasional glimpses of her face from beneath her long, disheveled mane... Raven looked like a mare who had simply... given up. Or given in. Her tongue flopped freely over her plush, black-painted lips, panting for breath. All light had drained from her amber-brown eyes, and her nostrils had flared to maximum size - drinking in as much sticky cock-scent as she could manage with each animalistic snort. She whinnied and whined and bucked in place, all in service of the one behind her.

Not Mayor Mare. Somepony else had gotten behind Raven first!

Even now, a demonic little creature sat perched atop Raven, hooves planted on the colossal slopes of her butt, hands wrapped around her middle, clinging to her like a little goblin as she took the most extraordinary swings of her hips; full-length thrusts that dropped whole feet of cock in and out of Raven’s stretched-out rear end, leaving her soaked-through puss utterly neglected in favor of the most depraved display of anal attention Mayor Mare had ever seen. Her enormous bloated balls swung and bounced with each impact, sloshing with what must be enough sticky spunk to flood a bathtub... per volley! In and out, in and out, the fiend sawed, drawing lowing bellows of utter satisfaction from the pony trapped beneath her.

And, worst of all, Mayor Mare didn't even need to see the pervert's face to recognize the culprit. She'd been gawking at the cock in question just yesterday, after all... and it wasn't a cock easily forgotten. Twilight's royal scepter, a far more potent symbol of power than some silly desk, looked even more imposing now than it had then, as it stole the Mayor’s girl.

“Oh, there you are,” Twilight said, pausing just long enough between thrusts to take note of the Mayor’s presence. “We were just wondering where you’d gotten to.”

But even this momentary break in the action seemed too long for Raven Inkwell. She whimpered and shook beneath Twilight’s comparatively tiny form, her lusciously soft body pressed so hard into the Mayor’s desk that splintering cracks were already forming in its once-sturdy wood. Her lustrous white flank, dappled red with the imprint of Twilight’s palm, bucked feebly against her captor’s hips in a vain attempt to drive her deeper in.

“Sorry,” Twilight giggled, with an air quite the opposite of sorry. “I’ll need a moment. Do you mind?”

The princess reared back and thrust deep once again with a deafening wet squelch! Raven gasped and groaned with pleasure as the solid warmth of Twilight’s cock filled her again. She sighed in contentment, like a foal who’d just been tucked in with her favorite toy… even as the Mayor felt a crushing grip close round her chest.

“Of course I mind! How dare you?” Mayor Mare shouted at last, taking an angry step forward. How could this happen? Raven had only ever been her treasure to covet and caress. Even when the most powerful stallions and businessponies in Equestria offered her mountains of bits and oodles of vacation time to quit and become secretary to grand corporations and bustling cities, Raven had only ever let the Mayor’s arm wrap about her slender waist. Her soft, smooth lips had only ever been for the Mayor to kiss. And even then, she hadn’t given everything to her boss. Even in Town Hall, in the sanctity of the Mayor’s own office, there had been limits to her willingness to dress and to pose and to pleasure. Places where she simply would not go, ordered or no.

And it had taken Twilight Sparkle just half a morning to violate her to the fullest.

“This is an outrage!” the Mayor barked - or, perhaps, yipped. She could hardly hear her own voice as it escaped her lips, beneath the symphony of moans and slaps and squelches Twilight conducted with her secretary’s body. “An insult, Sparkle! Harassing my secretary just because you couldn’t get your zoning paperwork filed on-time! You’ll pay for this, do you hear me?”

“Mm?” Twilight’s ears pricked just long enough between earth-shaking thrusts to get the idea of what the Mayor was blabbering about. “Oh, but I did get my paperwork filed, Mayor! You’ll find it all in your ‘IN’ box, on your desk.”

The Mayor’s gaze fell toward her desk - the workspace filled entirely with Raven Inkwell’s thick, cum-soaked curves. Somewhere, perhaps, there might have been an ‘IN’ box. Buried beneath her. She didn’t feel much like fishing a hand beneath the happy couple to check.

“It might be a little-” Slap! “-cluttered!” Twilight agreed, giving Raven a cracking love-pat on them flank with her palm. It left yet another mark, cherry-red, on the endless expanse of Raven’s rear. Her original Cutie Mark was, likewise, buried somewhere beneath Twilight’s dirty work. “I’ve never filed any papers like these before, so I was almost worried when I showed up this morning. But your secretary here was so helpful, we got it all done lickety-split!”

For one of the few, brief moments in her lengthy career, Mayor Mare found herself stunned into silence. The sight of her assistant's big, soft body being used so savagely to massage her rival's tremendous pecker came as unreal to her. How many times had Inkwell told Mayor Mare she never had time for aggressive, testosterone-fuelled stallions who didn't know how to treat a lady? That she so preferred the soft, delicate touches of fillies to all that snorting and growling and thrusting?

Now Twilight was ruthlessly pounding her hot little asshole, pulling her mane, and spanking her like the bad filly she was all at once! Princess Twilight was abusing Raven's plump frame like Mayor Mare never had - or ever could have. Every ounce of softness cushioned Twilight’s assault flawlessly, demonstrating all too clearly body like Raven’s was built for such play.

“You should have seen how hard she begged for it,” Twilight giggled, the little motions of her laughter rippling like waves through Raven’s hind-quarter. “I had to tell her to slow down when she started undressing! Didn’t you train her better, Mayor?”

Mayor Mare's last, faintest hope that Twilight had forced this on Raven was utterly dispelled by the way Miss Inkwell aggressively and enthusiastically thrust back at Twilight, squeezing every last drop of pleasure even as Twilight’s cock forced all thought from her head. Mayor Mare gasped as Twilight leaned forward and wrapped her hands about Raven’s neck, completing her dominance by stifling even Raven’s throaty moans. But all this seemed to do was turn the faucet on the flow of clear honey dripping from between Raven’s legs.

If Raven wanted this moment to last forever, the Mayor couldn’t take it for even a single second longer. Far worse than So she forced herself to move, stumbling reluctantly forwards towards the force of nature taking place on her office desk. "Princess Twilight Sparkle! You are breaking the law!"

"You skirted around authority earlier, but this... this is a clearest violation! My office is private property... and you shall extricate yourself at once! Out! Out! Out, you vile creature! Get off my secretary at once, or-"

Or nothing. Whatever Mayor Mare’s threat would have been, it was easily swallowed up in the long, low moan that Twilight let out as she reached her peak. The Mayor’s eyes widened as Twilight’s balls, fattened and ready beyond all belief, drew inward.

It seemed to happen in slow-motion, or that might just have been how long it took. Twilight bit her lip as Raven’s belly bloated outward, her stomach stretching and squishing out over the edges of the desk as Twilight filled her with the force of a fire hose. The finest piece of furniture in Ponyville put up a brave fight, indeed. It resisted just long enough for a thick stream of pearly cum to drip and glorp out from the sopping mess of Raven’s cheeks - but failed in the end.

Crack! The Mayor winced as her desk split down the middle, shattering into hundreds of splinters before her eyes. Raven’s fall to earth was cushioned by the enormous load dumped straight into her belly, plumped by thick, warm goo until a sledgehammer would have bounced right off her. Even the impact of the crash came muffled and squelching, the remains of the desk stuck fast to creamy puddles of royal cum. And still Twilight came.

In shocked, silent horror, the Mayor watched as the unyielding symbol of her office was replaced with an inflatable monument to Twilight’s sexual prowess. She took one step back, and then another, as Raven’s expanding gut claimed ever more space, knocking down lamps and pushing over chairs. Twilight hardly even seemed to care for the destruction she was wreaking, her eyes shut in perfect bliss as her open mouth sang silent odes to joy.

Everything the Mayor had ever built for herself in this sacred place - this Throne Room, it could have been said - had been torn down by this petite princess’s unwillingness to keep it beneath her skirt. It wasn’t even revenge that Twilight was enacting by turning her secretary into a blow-up doll Mayor Mare realized. It was simple impulse. She hadn’t been drained in the last five minutes when she’d arrived to drop off her papers, and there Raven had been. To Mayor Mare, it was a heart-rending, soul-crushing end to all of her wild ambitions. But in the end, it was only a round peg fitting a round hole. To Twilight, it had never been anything more.

Eventually - eventually - it ended. Twilight’s weighty balls fell back into place, hardly smaller than they had been when she’d started. Or, if the Mayor’s lying eyes could be believed, even bigger. But surely that was impossible. There was no way in Equestria that Twilight’s endlessly productive nuts had filled even further in the time it took to dump a quick load into Raven Inkwell.

Surely not…

“Aah!” Twilight stretched like she’d woken up from a particularly good nap, arms raised high over her head. She pulled herself from Raven’s rear with a looo-oong wet, schlorp, the imposing pole beneath her legs standing harder than ever. “That was a good warm-up. It’s just so relaxing to work the morning tension out with a secretary. You know?”

Mayor Mare could only stare.

“Oh.” Twilight smiled, placing a finger to her lips to stifle the laugh. “I guess you don’t.”

Twilight's entire body, monster cock and all, glowed suddenly with a spectral amethyst light. Gently clasping herself in a field of magical energy, the Unicorn turned about, her thick thighs and long, supple legs hanging in the air as she floated towards Mayor Mare.

The magical field was, of course, thickest around the pendulous pole leading the charge, large and long enough to bridge half the distance between them on its own, to say nothing of the seed pods sloshing about her knees. Lifting such a tremendous weight must have been a challenge to tax even Twilight Sparkle's power. The Mayor wouldn’t have been shocked to hear it needed a dozen unicorns working together, normally!

How did a cock - how, indeed, did anything - even grow that large? Mayor Mare would have believed it was some manner of prosthetic if not for the sheer, stark reality of it. No protesthetic could have done all that to Raven Inkwell.

And while Mayor Mare stood, back to the door, paralyzed by Twilight’s endowment like it was a swaying cobra spitting venom, Twilight gravitated towards her.

"You know, Mayor… I was really impressed by your mastery of rules and regulations! Even I barely remembered that law you invoked last time, the one about exercising your right to shorten my deadline for paperwork delivery..."

She was discussing paperwork now, of all times? Even as she floated atop the ruins of the Mayor’s once-glorious empire? Mayor Mare listened spellbound, too confused to protest. She just wondered how Twilight could look so nonchalant. Keeping such a monstrous cock erect would surely have killed an ordinary stallion, but Twilight hardly even seemed to notice the extra weight. She hardly even projected arousal - her expression as cool and calm as a cucumber. There was hardly a trace on her of the cataclysmic orgasm she’d had just seconds ago. If not for the frosting-thick cum caked upon the smooth purple flesh of her shaft...

Mayor Mare turned away, her prey-animal instincts acting in spite of her conscious mind. If she couldn’t see it, it didn’t exist. If it couldn’t see her, it wouldn’t come for her.

"So,” Twilight said. The glow wrapped itself about the Mayor’s head, dragging her gaze back to where it belonged. “I did some homework last night before coming over, and I was just delighted by what I found! It was just a little clause, added a few centuries after the fact. Anyone could have missed it, I’m sure!"

Her fat cock now loomed inches from Mayor Mare's face, so hot, hard, and pungent that simply standing by it felt like diving into a rainforest. Sweat rolled down her cheeks as the steamy heat radiating from the meaty member's thick, leather-tough sheath enveloped her. She recoiled from it as it twitched, slopping her hooves with enough seed to flood a mixing bowl. "Just... Just spit it out!" she uttered, half-growling, half-moaning.

"Ahem: 'Where extraneous expenses are inflicted upon the construction office by the elected authority's actions - referring to all the added rush and bother of getting the paperwork filed in time - 'the construction office is authorised to request reimbursement thereof!' If, and only if, the paperwork is actually filed, of course!"

Twilight smirked. "Oh, I do hope you find my paperwork in order. Your secretary was hardly big enough to finish what she started, and I'm soooo ready to exact my reimbursement."

Mayor Mare gulped. Foiled by what amounted to an addendum! After all her careful planning and crafty maneuvering, it was all about to end over an uncrossed T.

Twilight’s magic wrapped itself about Mayor Mare’s legs, a gentle gravity pulling her to her knees. Not that she needed the help. The Mayor’s strength to resist was gone, and her legs had been halfway to buckling on their own. She was a cat in a trap, a spider caught in her own web. It was she who had charged foolhardily to challenge Princess Twilight Sparkle, and she who’d invoked the ancient laws that now condemned her to her fate. There was nopony to blame now for her predicament but herself…

“I think I’ll be taking your title, too,” Twilight mused, descending until she landed gently on the floor. Her cock - which needed no magic to stand erect - bobbed menacingly before the (former) Mayor’s empty eyes. “That isn’t part of the law; I’m just exercising my powers as Princess. Or Princess Mayor, now, I guess! It isn’t like you’ll be fit for office, anyway, after I’m done with you. Oh, well!”

A tremendously powerful force, like a hand with a crushing grip, circled about Mayor Mare’s head, curled its ‘fingers’ in her mane - and shoved. Her mouth opened wide in shock as she flew forward... just wide enough to accept the massive girth of Twilight’s cock as it slid past her lips. And kept going. Tears of pain streamed down Mayor Mare’s eyes, her jaw strained to its absolute limit, while Twilight above sighed in simple pleasure. She’d never swallowed anything even half this big in her life. How was she taking it now?

The magic gripping her mane pulled her back, and she felt every last inch as Twilight’s length retreated briefly from her cock-clogged throat… before slamming back again all at once. Teeth, tongue, and uvula were all shoved aside with frightening ease. Twilight’s cock accepted no barrier to forcing its way just that extra bit deeper, reveling in the wet warmth of Mayor Mare’s mouth as it violated the Head of Ponyville.

The Mayor’s gaze slid upward as her eyes rolled back into her head, up along the slender waist and gentle slope of Twilight’s chest. This, too, was a new experience for her. In the rare occasions of the past, when she had dived giddily between her secretary’s thighs, Raven Inkwell’s expression had always been a mystery. The canopy of Raven’s jiggling bust had blocked all sight of her expression, even as the Mayor’s talented tongue worked its magic upon her lower lips.

Not so with Twilight. The Mayor was treated to the full, unblocked view of Twilight’s smile with every thrust - the image burning itself in her mind. “Nice try,” her smile seemed to say, oozing with a condescension even thicker than her cum. “Now take your rightful place.”

The thumping and pumping must have been loud enough to hear straight across town. Not that this would be anything strange for the residents of Ponyville, what with them all being thoroughly used to Twilight's inordinate, godlike sexuality contrasting so heavily with everyone else's. But this would be the first time they ever heard the sounds of such an overpowering sexual from within the Mayor's Office! Beforehand, Raven and Mayor Mare's gasps would have only ever been picked up by someone listening intently at the door. Now Twilight and Mayor Mare made enough noise between them - cheerful sighs and choking glurks alike - to shake Town Hall to its foundations!

And that wasn't the only thing causing the building to shake. With each thrust Twilight made down her newest victim's esophagus, she disgorged endless quantities of slimy, smelly jizz. At first it was only enough to hose down the insides of Mayor Mare's belly, totally drowning the cream puffs and sausage she'd enjoyed for breakfast, but soon it gurgled down into a pool, a sludgelike wash that totally coated the Mayor's defenseless insides. Much like the Friendship Factory just outside, Twilight was rushing ahead with a new project on lands that didn't belong to her, and with even less paperwork now than before.

Soon, Mayor Mare became aware of her massively-inflated midsection bouncing and wobbling with each hip-hammering, flank-twitching thrust from Twilight. And whenever she caught a glimpse of the cream-coloured dome poking over the top of her pants, it only seemed to get bigger. She was sloshing endlessly to new sizes, expanding further and further with each cheerful whoop from the princess, each new splattering splosh of semen in the cum-flooded interior of Mayor Mare's belly.

The mirrors littered about the office, once a reflection of the Mayor’s ego, now reflected only her burgeoning stomach. She would have groaned in shame, if the thick cream of Twilight’s pleasure hadn’t caked her insides, from the Mayor at the top to the mare at the bottom.

What a ways to fall! Only yesterday, she had reveled in her power to end dreams with a phone call and the stroke of a pen. Now, she was nothing. She was a receptacle for cum, a storage tank for product before it could be bottled and shipped at Princess Twilight’s Friendship Factory. The Mayor was totally at her new master’s mercy, but there was no mercy in her smug, self-satisfied smile. Now, only the limits of Twilight’s lusts could save her from becoming a balloon - a cheap, tied-up condom with a little head and limbs sticking out.

But there were no limits to Twilight’s lusts.

After only a minute, Mayor's Mare belly had bloated so large that it sank past her knees and struck the floorboards. They held for just a few seconds more before they splintered, boughing in the middle with a chorus of snapping noises. She’d gone straight through the floor! Already, after a single elongated orgasm, the Mayor had outsized the bloated Raven groaning in the corner. And she was only going to get bigger from here.

"Ahhh! That feels so good!" huffed Twilight, although it was anyone's guess if she was speaking about Mayor Mare's throat, or the opportunity to so callously assert herself over another. Power had long since been a drug to this pony, and Twilight had always been ever so slightly given to excess.

Mayor Mare just gurgled and grasped Twilight's fat little butt, trying to steady herself against the onslaught. Her arms gripped those powerful thighs, worked long and hard lifting a weight no stallion could ever bear, and held on for dear life. The deafening roar of Twilight’s balls filled her ears; always churning, always producing, always full, even against her cock’s best effort to pump oceans of cum into waiting bellies.

It wasn’t fair! It was cheating, somehow or another. The Mayor had worked long and hard to reach her station in life. Endless campaigns, speeches, bribes… All of it just to scrape herself to the highest political office in a small Equestrian town. What had Twilight ever done to deserve her power, her title, her ever-growing list of sexual conquests?

“Life’s not fair, of course,” Twilight mused aloud, as if reading Mayor Mare’s thoughts. Another thrust of that absurd, impossible cock, brought her close enough to give her newest conquest’s head a gentle pat. “Don’t think too hard about why you’re here, Miss Mare. Some ponies are just better than others.”

Mayor Mare gurgled wetly, and gave up thinking altogether. She could already feel her belly filling up the first floor, brushing furniture aside and pressing against load-bearing pillars. Her mind registered each touch - couch, desk, or wall - dully as a gentle press, her brain lost in a haze of Twilight’s scent and salty cum. Then, as she filled out the first floor altogether, the two of them began to rise, buoyed up by the rising tide of Twilight’s cum in the Mayor’s belly.

It was only a little thing for Twilight, of course. Filling a building out was hardly even worth mentioning in between bending over dark queens and replacing whole lakes with bubbling cum… but it was a good start to the morning.

“Now that I’m also Mayor,” she said, more to herself than to the cum-balloon below her. “I think, by right, that Town Hall would belong to me. But I already have myself a castle, so-ooo… What to do, what to do with the place.”

The Mayor burbled, bubbles of salty cum escaping what little space there was between her lips and Twilight’s cock. Her eyes darted fearfully out the window, to where that damned sign still stood, taunting her now harder than ever before:

PRINCESS TWILIGHT’S FRIENDSHIP FACTORY!

(COMING SOON)

“Hm?” Twilight glanced out the window, too. “Oh, what a great idea!” She gave Mayor Mare another pat on the head. “I’ll bulldoze it and make an expansion to the Factory! That way, it can come even sooner. You’ll help, won’t you?”

To Mayor Mare, there was already more than enough cumming her way! But she could hardly protest as the gushes of white stuff streaming down her throat doubled, then doubled again in intensity. Twilight’s hips thrust harder and harder, faster and faster, until Mayor Mare feared her own neck might snap from the strain!

“Thanks for your assistance!” Twilight chimed in cheerily. She shuddered in pleasure, and the building around them shuddered with an ominous creaking noise. “You have no idea how much this is helping!”

Out in Ponyville proper, the streets had been filling up for some time. 9 AM had crept onwards to 10 AM, Celestia's sun rising higher and higher in the sky. The town was a-bustle with ponies coming and going, a crowd brewing around Town Hall to ogle the Friendship Factory's construction site and wonder what sort of products it would produce. And how sweet and thick and creamy they would taste.

But such ruminations were abruptly interrupted by a great KER-SPLOOGE! from behind them, bursting from the depths of the Mayor's Office.

First, the windows on both floors cracked, one by one, as a foamy white substance poured up against them, rising to the ceiling. Then, again in rapid succession, the glass and frames burst all at once! Window after window exploded, littering the streets with broken pieces of wood and glass, soon to be followed by fountains of off-white sludge! Gushing and gushing and splattering all over the road, soaking the grass and ponies alike!

...Then the walls themselves began to creak and bulge, perhaps preparing for the same treatment. Within the depths of the Mayor's Office, Mayor Mare's voice was heard to rise in a keening wail...!

"Here we go!" came Princess Twilight’s voice.

And then, with a deafening explosion, all four walls burst at once, either tumbling outwards intact or bursting into huge chunks of brick and steel. A couch went shooting across the street and lodged itself in the side of a house. An entire kitchenette was blasted into the air by a gush of spunk that would put Canterlot's grandest fountains to shame.

And in every direction, the distended bulging midsection of Mayor Mare crept, bloating and widening across the length of the road, boughing up against buildings on either side... growing, growing, growing... with a maniacally-laughing purple dot straddled atop it. Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship! And now Mayor of Ponyville, too. She whooped and cheered as she turned Town Hall into a crater more befitting its new stature beneath her, a footnote in the long history of Twilight Sparkle’s self-aggrandizing antics, and the humiliating punishment wrought upon Mayor Mare and her assistant!

Of course, with Town Hall gone, Mayor Mare she was no longer ‘Mayor’ in any possible sense.

“Phew!” Princess Mayor Twilight Sparkle let out a great heaving sigh, pulling her finally-softening cock from Miss Mare’s thoroughly abused mouth. She stood atop the water-bed of that vast belly, surveying her work. The scattered remnants of Town Hall (and the gallons of leaked cum besides!) would need a whole crew to clean up, the two bloated forms of the former Mayor and her secretary dominating the skyline. “What a morning!”

Satisfied with her handiwork, Twilight leaned down to Miss Mare’s head, and gave a little clap to wake her up.

“A-buh?” Miss Mare stirred, ever so slightly, her mouth already unused to life without Twilight’s cock filling it. “Huh? Whadda you want?”

“Oh, nothing,” Twilight said, wiping a drop of errant cum from Miss Mare’s lips. “I just wanted to tell you that, while you’ve been a great help with my projects, you’re technically trespassing on private property.” She waved a hand out over the remnants of Town Hall. Or, rather, the new expansion to Princess Twilight’s Friendship Factory. “By town law, you’ll have to file a report with the property’s owner for that.”

Miss Mare’s eyes widened. “Oh, no…”

“Oh, yes!” Twilight’s smile was bright as the morning sun. “So get some rest; I’ll be expecting your papers tomorrow morning.”

Fish Swim, Grass Grows, Trixie Takes Her Twilight Loads

Author's Note

Popping warning on this chapter.

Fish Swim, Grass Grows, Trixie Takes Her Twilight Loads

Following her brief stint as Twilight's pet maid and personal onahole, the Stuffed and Bulging Trixie had never been more happy to be back in casual clothes. The steamy sex-session had left Trixie more of a spectacle than ever before, so bloated she couldn’t even move... let alone find clothes that would cover her naked blue tummy!

So with no other recourse available, only able to flail her arms and legs helplessly, Trixie had ended up a prisoner to her own big, burgeoning bulge. The parlour-house magician had laid out in Sugarcube Corner for long, long weeks, waiting for her bulbous, blown-up belly to slowly go down... waiting for her stomach to digest hundreds of times her own body weight in gooey “male” ejaculate!

Losing a Magic Duel to Twilight Sparkle was one thing, but becoming a repository for the princess's semen was totally different! When Trixie thought about all that cum her body absorbed, broken down into chemicals that entered her bloodstream and flowed through her body... until Twilight-jizz infused every last inch of her, ooooh! It made her want to curse Twilight’s name a thousand times! Trixie could practically feel that sticky gunk making her mane longer and more lustrous, her features even more charmingly beautiful, and her big fat rack even more stupidly-oversized than before!

Her breasts had creaked and expanded their way from a fairly sizeable G-cup to the deepest depths of the alphabet... Now those wobbling flesh-pillows seemed to herald all her entrances and exits, bouncing into rooms seconds before the rest of her. Her hips, once in some vague equivalence with her shoulders, now cartoonishly ballooned out to hyper-fertile proportions. The pony's sky-blue ass sent the most primitive kind of signalling to the stallion brain possible, so oversized that it would be impossible not to mount her! Trixie had only ever seen a few ponies about town with proportions this preposterous... all Twilight’s friends.

But the worst part was the compliance. An Eagerness to obey - and submit - now permeated Trixie’s body, mind and soul, making her very open indeed to being resaddled by a certain fat purple dick. Where previously the magical pony had been able to mostly restrain her drooling at the sight of that gorgeous pecker, now it might be a race to see which hit the ground first: Twilight’s panties or Trixie’s knees!

Big, busty brains had leaked out, and been replaced with thoughts of hard, purple cock. It was absolutely the worst possible thing that could ever have happened... Trixie was in a fixie!

Curse that confounded pony! And double-curse her monolithic, bitch-making mega-cock!

At least Trixie could take some comfort in actually being able to walk again. And in being out of that shameful maid outfit. And better yet, her time as Twilight’s slave was over. Trixie felt her debt to society was more than paid. After today she never wanted to see that frightful pony ever again.

Yes, Trixie had made up her mind: there would be no encore for the Trixie and Twilight Show! Twilight was far too seductive, far too good at making obeying feel far too good, for Trixie to want to linger around Ponyville much longer.

She’d simply pack her things and be on her way. She would put this whole miserable mess behind her.

But a problem presented itself... Trixie had left some of her magical reagents at the wretched Sparkle's treehouse. A few irreplaceable knick-knacks the sorceress couldn't part with, namely some smoke bombs, half a bottle of brandy, her favourite wand... all tricks of the utmost import to her trade!

The idea of going back to the lair of those twin improbably-large semen factories - tireless cum-orbs that wouldn't rest until the whole world had been drenched in stinking Alicorn-seed - repulsed Trixie. But she didn't seem to have a choice in the matter!

Now then! It went without saying that the real question here was what should Trixie wear to Twilight's house. She skipped to her wagon and immediately dove face-first into a big chest of clothes, deciding what to wear for their meeting.

How exciting!

Something modest, surely~? Something that would present her as a serious-minded pony with no interest in Twilight's pranks and gallivanting. Yes, that would do the trick! One by one, she plucked outfits out of the chest and held them before her newly-endowed figure, admiring the various looks in the mirror.

And in doing so, a problem soon emerged. None of her old clothes fit! As much as it disgusted Trixie to think about it, Twilight's seed had really done a number on her. Trixie's body obstinately proclaimed itself as Twilight's property now, and there was naught to be done about it.

Well, Trixie knew she must let it go and move on. A bright future awaited the young pony on the outskirts of Ponyville, far from the cloying scent of Twilight’s goop-cannon.

Trixie dressed almost unconsciously, thinking of modest outfits while pulling up a bright-purple thong that showed plenty of waist-band above her hips. She followed it up by fitting her colossal behind into jean shorts so overstrained they ripped around her assets, soft and cuddly blue flesh squeezing through the tears. She followed it up with a halter top that looked like a titty-band, some jewelry, and blue platform high-heels with straps... Now she really felt ready to take on that diabolical dick-wielder!

She set out, off to Twilight’s.

Rap-rap-rap-rap-rap! The front door of Twilight’s treehouse rattled and shook under a fist-pounding that would have given even an Apple family girl pause. Then she waited impatiently, toying with her big pearl necklace as she huffed.

Thankfully, the door swung open almost immediately. "Trixie! What a surprise!"

The terrible Twilight stepped out into the sunshine, a little bundle of trouble that was eager to play. Not that one would ever know just how wickedness beat in that heart of hers. Like many of Equestria's Naughtiest, that bad little girly looked as fresh as a daisy. She projected the picture of innocence.

Actually, “innocent-looking” described Twilight perfectly. With the biggest, most soulful lavender eyes, a perky snootle, and just so tight all over, Twilight was the picture perfect of a cute little pony. It reminded Trixie she'd once looked much the same... before Twilight cursed her with the curves of three to four dairy cows!

Twilight was tight and compact, with slender shoulders, supermodel legs that went on forever, and the cutest little tits. They were just modest enough to be illicit, “daddy’s girl” curves guaranteed to drive grown stallions wild. Twilight wore a little blouse at the moment, and those pretty titties did a lovely job of straining it out. The blouse also left her flat, taut belly bare, another charm point for the purple prankster to hold over pot-bellied Trix!

And then there was the matter of her miniskirt.

Whew.

Miniskirts did not suit Twilight, Trixie decided. Whenever she cocked her hips just so, a very familiar sight swayed within its folds. Gulp. Trixie instantly forced her eyes back up to Twilight’s, before something lurched up from under those pleated folds to make her regret it.

In short, Twilight was one heck of a perky young pony... that is, if perky young ponies came in Alicorn flavour.

Her Highness neatly folded her arms across her chest. She fixed Trixie with a smile.

"What brings you back to Ponyville? Couldn't get enough of me?" She gave her hips another coy sway, waggling that member dangling all the way below the knees. It looked like it could throb to life at any moment.

Like a leash tugging on an insolent pet, that long, lissome member forcibly dragged Trixie's gaze downward. Her brows shot up, eyes widening just to take it all in... a fearful look to suit a fearsome cock! Trixie was no less shocked by the sight of Twilight's cock for having seen it before.

There it was: that cock hung out in the open like a sleeping giant... one Trixie hoped to not wake up! She paused to wipe the drool from her thick, thick, thick bimbo-lips, wrist half-sinking into that plush made-for-fellatio excess... and forced herself to meet Twilight's eyes again. "Ahem. That's dreadfully funny, Twilight~”

Trixie tapped her chin, smiling. “Except, oh, wait... No, it isn’t funny at all. I don’t recommend you get into professional comedy any time soon with quips like that."

Trixie boisterously and boldly stepped forwards, forcing Twilight to surrender the space to the wobbling melons filling the gap between them. She immediately took up Twilight’s previous space on the door’s creaking wooden frame, except when she leaned on it, it just caused endless waves of blue tits piling up on her forearm and elbow. They really were bigger than ever, as if grown to match Twilight's shaft for size. "Now, be a little darling and hop out of the way, mm? I just needed to collect a few things I left here, before you accidentally crush them under that repulsive woman-eater..."

Trixie held up her fingers and counted down on them as she spoke. "There should be two big sacks and my best wand hanging about somewhere, and I need to get them stowed away somewhere safe~"

Trixie thought about stepping forward again when a long rod of smooth cockflesh immediately swung up between them, blocking her entry. Twilight lifted her shaft with one hand, playfully petting it with the other.

It looked like both girls had done their fair share of growing. Although with Twilight it was all in one area. Standing in front of Trixie, her cock towered above her own head... and almost met Trixie's face!

The bitch-pony now had a pecker multiple feet in length, rather than just a “scrawny” one, or one-and-a-half. That veiny, ridged horsecock rose to the heavens, looking more like a staff of pony-bloating power than ever before.

And it came with matching fertility, too. Under the lovely, potent shaft, Twilight’s balls churned with just as much apocalyptic weight and size, full as full could be. They nearly knocked against the floor, and swelled closer and closer to it as Twilight’s arousal grew. Twilight Sparkle had become a one-pony lake-maker. Pity the pony she unloaded that monolithic giga-cock inside of.

She giggled. Trixie blanched. As that sweltering, imposing member bridged the gap between one small, girlish pony and the massive, heavy-breasted other, the busty behemoth almost toppled.

Twilight leaned closer, extra-animated. Extra-bouncy, especially around that juicy lamp-post sprouting from between her legs. "Heheh! Well, you don't have to beat around the bush, Trixie. Anypony could see what you really came here for~”

It was a regular David and Goliath struggle. Trixie couldn't help but simper and snivel under that veined monster's attractive ruggedness, the overpowering aroma of hormones designed to made slutty gals like her spread their legs... to say nothing of its taste and touch...

The magician wiped a second trail of drool from her mouth, and gave that powerful dick the back of her hand, smacking it across the head! "Don't be stupid, Twilight, of course I'm here for something other than to stroke your..."

Sticky. Wet. Trixie faltered. In touching Twilight's voracious member, she fingered it a little too loosely. Now her digits wiggled in gooey slime, seemingly stuck. Trixie looked down, afraid of what vision awaited her.

Two of her fingers had wedged inside that evil cock's urethral slit, accidentally teasing Twilight's heavy dick. "Nnn... The smell..."

"Whoa! So I guess you were here just to nnf~ experiment!" Twilight took her former slave's wrist and pulled it away from her cock. "But I've got an experiment of my own prepared, you know? And it’s sooo much better!"

Twilight pushed herself right up against Trixie. Her smaller cleavage was swallowed by the other filly’s massive mams almost immediately, but the size difference didn’t phase Twilight too much. Not when she was winning so convincingly downstairs. Between their legs Twi's throbbing dick slapped and smacked against Trixie.

The blue whimpered from the abuse and Twilight smirked. It was time to give this blue goon a reminder of who the "bigger" pony was around here.

"It's been a while since I've gone all-out. I need a pony who can handle more than a couple of loads. But lately you see, I've gotten so much bigger and more productive down there... most of these ponies, well...”

Twilight actually looked nervous for a moment, and Trixie cocked her hips. “Spit it out, Twilight. Most ponies what?”

Twilight gulped and leaned in, speaking in a low whisper. “They explode.”

Twilight clasped her hands together, then drew them slowly apart, making dorky explosion sounds all the while. “Kablammo! Ploosh! Boom!”

“And not justafter a couple of loads, I could believe that much... We’re talking after I’ve just gotten started! One load from me is enough to pop any mare or stallion, it seems like!"

Twilight folded her hands behind her back, rocking on her heels. “Celestia says someponies are starting to raise a fuss about it! But... Mmm... It’s not fair! I’m doing important research for the future of Equestria here, I need to blow off some steam every once in a while! I just can’t help it, you know?”

Twilight seemed to realize she’d been meandering, because her expression immediately lost its faraway look. Her eyes refocused on Trixie straight away, and she smiled a predatory smile. “Mmm.”

What a sight they made together. An oversized Amazon of a mare with ginormo-knockers out to here... and Twilight actually making her back up a little by pressuring those bazooka-breasts with her pea-shooters.

“Which is why I’m soooo glad you’re here, Trixums,” cooed Twilight in a very affectionate tone. She soaked her words in a syrupy-sweetness that promised good times for everyone, but most of all for herself.

Trixie just wanted to whimper the more she heard. Not like this! Anything but this! Her eyes darted this way and that, searching for any way out... Twilight was already planning to reel Trixie back in for a round two, and she was talking about increased capacity as well? Trixie had been broken, shamed, defeated, overwhelmed, but at least she hadn’t been... popped.

Popping! The word alone was enough to make a fearful tingle go down her spine. Was Twilight for real? She was talking about making more than her own body-weight in spunk, pouring out endless tidal waves of gooey, smelly jizz that would bloat mares bigger and bigger and bigger... until they finally gave a to-scale representation of that little “kablammo” Twilight had done with her hands just a moment ago.

Yes, there was no doubt about it. Trixie had to get out of here right now. Forget her baubles, accoutrements and other such knick-knacks. A cockless mare like her couldn’t possibly stand up to the perky firebrand giggling and swaying in front of her... She just couldn’t end up Twilight’s chew-toy again!

Trixie raised a finger, beginning to protest, when she was abruptly cut off by Twilight again. “I know you’re up to it, Trixie! The more powerful a pony’s magic, the more she can stretch and expand before those final, fatal litres... And it is you we’re talking about! After all...”

Twilight pushed herself more firmly against Trixie's rack. "My magic has gotten a whole lot stronger since we last saw each other... Hasn’t yours?"

Trixie froze. She snuffled. Her brows knit and that raised finger of hers wobbled in the air. What had Twilight just said? That hadn’t sounded right at all... Now her bimbofied brain centres struggled to process the longer, more complicated words. It was a wonder nobody had put an “Out Of Order” sign on her brain yet.

Twilight read her rival’s confused expression correctly. “Come on, do I have to “spell” it out for you, Trixie? You were my student while you were here... Surely you learned a thing or two, right?”

She grinned. “Don’t tell me... while my magical strength has doubled... or tripled... you’re still the same old weedy weakling Trixie? Oh my~”

Trixie just about had steam shooting out of her ears by now! A challenge against her lovely Trixieness? Well, that just wouldn’t stand!

The showpony struck one of her trademark poses, one hand splayed out across her chest... the previously-heroic gesture now turned indecent by her impossibly abundant and lovely new assets. "Scoff! Has my magic gotten stronger? What do you think, Twilight Spunkle?"

Almost as soon as the words tumbled out of Trixie’s mouth, she regretted them. She ran her chops faster than her defused brain could keep up, spouting dangerous words that promised to get her into some seriously hot water.

But Trixie didn’t stop there. If anything, she became more incensed. She waggled a finger in Twilight's face, casting a long shadow over the shorter, smaller pony. She draped those tits on the little one's face, inviting her to suckle from the overflowing font. "How... How dare you! You're just a little runt! Nothing like the Grrrreat and Powerful Trixie! I seem to recall having no trouble at all taking your largest loads, and keeping your house spick and span at the same time!”

Trixie turned away, storming in an angry circle. “Ungrateful pony! Ungrateful punk!"

As suddenly as she turned away, Trixie whipped back to Twilight. Twilight could tell Trixie was forming more bile, but she was used to that by now. She just wanted to watch those heavenly, glossy milkers heave and wobble.

“And another thing...” Trixie began, before her voice unexpectedly died in her throat. An unfamiliar tension around her middle effectively silenced her. Slowly, Trixie glanced down.

She gulped. And rightly so, for a supremely concerning sight confronted her. Twilight hooked a finger in Trixie’s flimsy halter top.

In the end, the little royal just had succumbed to temptation. Trixie’s melons had been a-wobblin’ and a-heavin’ all this time, and Twilight finally seized her prize. She tugged on the flimsy overstretched top, effortlessly letting those gigantic breasts bounce free from their constraints.

"That was then," said Twilight, taking a big, fat Trixie-titty in either hand. With her unceasing callousness for lovely female flesh, Twilight twisted those big puffy nips - each the size of a thumb - and brought them together around her superlative-defying, reason-defying shaft.

Once seated between them, Twilight very leisurely squeezed her fat cock deeper betwixt those two huge teats. Trixie’s body was custom-tailored to fit her, after all. "This is now."

Twilight sighed in relief as Trixie’s soft cleavage swallowed up her hardness. Even after trying on so many new ponies, Trixie remained Twilight’s #1 for comfort.

"Now, how about you help me out with a little experiment, mm? I’ll even outfit you with a new wagon... if you perform, that is.”

Trixie took a step back, half to reassert herself, and half to take a breather from Twilight’s hypnotic musk.

"Whatever, ‘little girl.’ From where Trixie is standing, it simply looks like your megalomaniacal ego is playing up again. You’re still woefully unprepared for..." She raised a hand much in the way a magician's assistant would, sweeping it down her bulging, obscenity-inviting frame, "... All this pony!"

"Forget the goods,” Trixie said, hip-checking that excessive dick. “I'm just excited to be able to put Little Miss Special back in her place."

Trixie finally seemed to remember she had several heads of height on Twilight and almost twice her weight, and she elbowed past the little brainiac and into her home. She swayed her hips exaggeratedly as she walked, smirking as she actively teased Twi now. "And when I'm done milking out all the cum from those little ‘acorns’ you call your ‘nuts’, maybe I'll have you lick my boots for a change! Uwahaha!"

Trixie clenched her fists, grinning ear to ear. She looked just like the old Trixie, fully revitalized and ready to duel her rival. "Yes! It's Trixie Time!"

"'Trixie Time?’ I think 'Twilight Time' is more appropriate!” teased a super-smarmy and super-hung Twilight, one finger playfully tapping her chin.

And that playful teasing sealed the deal. Trixie immediately turned on Twilight, looking more ready for a fight than ever. Even a solid cutie like Twilight had to be intimidated by that! “We’ll just see about that!”

And then silence, aside from the faint tweeting of birds, and the gossip of idle ponies out in Ponyville. Trixie looked much too frustrated and much too deep-in to do any other than huff and puff blithely, watching that smug little matriarch with blazing-hot eyes. Her balloon tits, unnaturally-large but all-too-naturally bouncing still basked in the open air, heaving between the girls with every little laboured breath Trixie took.

Twilight finally broke the silence. “Mmmm... Gooood... That’s the Trixie that’s been missing from my life! That’s what gets mama Twilight super-duper stiff!”

She cocked an eyebrow, slyly smiling up at the bigger girl. “Do you even realize how easy I had to go on you when you were my maid? The only reason I didn't blow you up then was because I needed my library cleaned. But this time?"

Twilight’s magic tangled in Trixie’s puffy white mane, tugging her down a few feet so they were eye-to-eye. "Celestia have mercy on you if this is another one of your little bluffs! Because I'm not holding back this time~" Her cock bounced between Trixie's amazing knockers, throbbing directly in her face.

"Twilight-Schmilight," Trixie gloated, hooding her eyes, fluttering her long eyelashes. "You're just the runt of the litter, freakish endowment or not... You're a failure as a mare! Skinny and small, where you should be curvy and voluptuous like me!"

“Let’s get started then, shall we?” grinned Twilight.

Big and Small lumbered and sashayed through Twilight's home. They hemmed and hawwed over the best place to settle their dispute.

The lounge lacked a comfy place to lay down... Maybe the garden? Trixie needed looots of space to grow! But the pair only barely started searching when Trixie couldn’t resist taking another dig: "I assure you, Twilight Sparkle, this will be like taking candy from a baby."

Trixie hefted her bare bosoms, waggling them in Twilight's face. She practically invited the little futanari to get a huge, angry boner! "And an undernourished baby at that. One mommy never let drink from the teat~”

Trixie hefted her capacious blue tits capriciously. “What's the matter? Does widdle baby Twily want a little succ-succ? Ohohoho!"

Those tantalizing nipples made Twilight purr, and her cock bob up to its apocalyptic full length. The extra hardness finally gave her exactly what she needed: something to give that mouthy a firm thwack with, and shut her up. Twilight slapped those swaying knockers with her even more impressively-sized dick.

“Your teasing is getting obnoxious, Trixie. How can you be so overconfident in the presence of your Mistress? A pony who could obliterate you in any number of ways... including a huge messy cumsplosion?”

Twilight pressed her cock’s leaking head against Trixie’s fat bimbo lips. Trixie’s drooling spunk-hole sucked on autopilot, almost immediately giving Twilight an unconscious little lick for her trouble.

"Sure, it'd be a shame to waste these. Resurrection spells are tricky, even for me, and Celestia’s been running me ragged undoing all the damage I’ve been causing... Having to squeeze a fatass like you back from the afterlife might just push me to my limits, heheh~” Twilight spoke as calmly as if she discussed the weather.

“But on the other hand... There’s nothing I’d love more than to pump you so full of seed you really did explode!" That certainly set her off cackling.

Unable to restrain herself any longer, Twilight then pounced on Trixie. She took both the behemoth babe’s breasts in hand, and firmly squeezed them together around her deific shaft. Trixie started to cry out in protest, only to be silenced as Twilight wrapped her mouth around one of those big, thick nipples wobbling in her face. Twilight slurped and nibbled Trixie’s nipples all over, and the magician mewled.

By the time Trixie floated back from her happy place, she found the plump head of Twilight’s oversized dick jammed against her face and invading her mouth.

Trixie started to cry out in protest, only for Twilight to silence her as she wrapped her mouth around one of those big, thick and upright nipples wobbling in her face.

Trixie loved it. She laughed boisterously, really getting into the spirit of their contest now! "Well! If you ask Trixie, the only thing that's going to need a resurrection spell at the end of today is going to be your sex drive, Twilight! Time for you to learn your lesson about messing with the best~" she cackled, using her full weight to wrestle with the little waif of a pony.

With both eyes locked on Twilight's dominant glare, Trixie stuck her big red tongue, bumping and slithering it along the underside of Twilight's gargantuan rod... With a gulp and a slurp, Trixie tugged Twilight back into her mouth, immersing her rival in her warm, pussy-like throat.

Trixie wasn't kidding about her skills at least: she had become a cocksucking diva since last time! Her newly-grown bimbo lips succulently smothered the iron-hard head of Twilight's member, and the little Alicorn groaned in pleasure. Trixie's lips deformed around the vulgar pole, smooshing and squishing and divulging tons of saliva as they comfort-fit the Alicorn's shaft. The big pony suck-slurped her way down the mega-cock inch by inch, smirking all the way~ "Mmmn..."

Twilight worked to a similar degree on one of Trixie's colossal nipples, sucking super-hard. Each springy nub was as big as a teacup, and sucking on them felt like Heaven for both ponies. Equestria boasted few bodies as overdeveloped as Trixie's: made-for-sex plush-pile sets of curves that hung studs (like Twilight) could fuck for hours and hours without getting tired.

"Hmmph!" Twilight popped the nipple from her mouth. Her head spun, her hormones going haywire. She had to cum! Like a thousand gallons! A million!

"Down on your knees, Trixie! Down where you belong!" A strong magical weight pushed down on Trixie. Soon she dropped low enough Twilight could grip her bitch's shoulders and guide her the rest of the way.

Trixie whined in pain as her knees hit the floorboards, but the sound came out muffled around the lewdly-throbbing shaft forcing its way deeper down her throat. "Hkkkk... Schhhhhhlck..."

And despite that, the sucker’s skilled attentions upon the suckee didn’t spot for a heartbeat. She enticed a burst of precum from Twilight's rapidly swelling balls, along with an extra-lusty lady-growl. "Nngh!"

It flowed into her. A great quantity. A belly-distending quantity. Just from the first, smallest gush.

Eep.

For the first time since entering Twilight's home, that cocky grin on Trixie's face fell a little bit! Her expression darkened slightly, more with indignance than fear or pain. "Hkk! Twilight, be careful! Trixie requires finer care than those little cumbuckets you do all your "Friendship" bullshit with~"

It was a ruse, of course. Trixie knew all too well that, for Twilight, Friendship paled in comparison to massive tits and hot pussies. Trixie had spent long years using her body to seduce more “loyal” husbands than she cared to count, and she consistently found a little goading was nice every now and then when it came to getting her conquests... and Trixie sorely wanted Twilight as another notch on her belt, another conquest for the Great and Powerful Trixie.

Trixie wanted to stay angry, but something about that little purple crotch in her face, those little purple hands needily digging into her thick, broad shoulders... and most of all, that warm member straining its way down to the depths of her allegedly "bottomless" tummy made it hard to remember quite what she'd been so mad about... so she just sucked harder. Soon, she raised both hands to squish and knead at Twilight's enormous sack, seizing fistfuls of nut-flesh, listening to their contents slosh. She locked eyes with her Mistress, obediently working her throat to pleasure the tiny filly's pony-pole.

The more eagerly Trixie began to blow Twilight, the more the petite princess sneered down at the cock-addled floozy. "Hmhm~ I have to say, Trixie, you're much more pleasant to be around when that loud mouth is stuffed full of dick!"

Twilight thrust her hips forward, ramming several more inches of cock straight down Trixie's throat, again and again, deeper and deeper. "Nnngh! But you're absolutely adorable as Princess Sparkle’s personal cock-slurper!"

Trixie’s lead - slurping up a storm on the end of Twilight’s fat cock - was wrapping up. Her partner took over. It became a battle for a moment: Twilight and Trixie both thrusting, meeting in the middle for sloppy cum-geysers that saw white goo storming down the front of Trixie’s lovely frame...

But Twilight was a very energetic little pony with powerful hips. Again and again, she thrust, and she thrust hard. Soon, Trixie was backed onto her haunches with nowhere to go. With her hooves buried in her buttcheeks and Twilight’s hands around her pretty little head, the bimbo had no choice but to get pounded.

Trixie's mouth stretched out into a trembling "O" that ripped around Twilight's firing cock, strained past its limits into a ridiculous-looking onahole. Her nostrils flared, huffing in deep gulps of air as that suffocating cock drove inside of her... Twilight facefucked Trixie like a cheap sex-toy, make-up spilling down her face as she hit those chops again and again and again.

Twilight's vicious thrusts unleashed a flood of cum into Trixie. Gallons upon gallons gushed straight down her throat. Twilight's now-floor-bound balls relentlessly let loose their contents into this slut. Trixie's swelling belly sloshed immediately to the floor, weighing her in place.

But their fun was only beginning. Wave after wave after wave of cum flooded into Trixie. And despite that, Twi never stopped ramming those amazing bimbo lips. Who could have? This was the most exciting part!

Soon enough, Trixie became more cum than pony. But Twilight continued still for several minutes, groaning... when not mocking what a whore Trixie was.

The sight Twilight had been craving arrived. Trixie's arrogant, cocky smirk falling from her face, and slowly turning to a look of wide-eyed, disbelieving fear... Well! Thathad been absent from Twilight’s life for much too long, seeing it once again was like being visited again by an old friend.

And those eyes! The best part! Bugged-out and wincing, all their fire gone out, replaced with helpless tears that rolled down Trixie's cheeks. as she inflated, sweat beading on her forehead... Twilight had seen plenty of growing, expanding, sloshing bellies in her time, but nobody performed "utter, humiliating defeat" quite like her favourite pony Trixie.

That delectable vision of beauty burned into Twilight's mind. She could count on the face of the snivelling and defeated Trixie to warm her heart for years to come.

Twilight’s power over Trixie's fate was total. She held the decision over whether the slutty unicorn bitch lived or died.

And Trixie knew it. She felt Twilight's total control and ownership in every inch of her big bimbo body. Twilight moaned, enjoying the look of terror on Trixie's face as much as the pleasure of those lips.

Trixie struggled to free herself from that turgid member, but Twilight's magic was as strong as ever. The little devil wielded power enough to end or create worlds. She had more strength in her little pinky than Trixie’s entire body... "Glk... Gkkkkk!"

Twilight held leverage onto her favorite victim as she flooded her with more and more seed. Trixie’s cum belly sprawled out underneath them around Twilight’s second or third spurt, now raising them up a few feet every time Twilight released another big gush.

She stopped and mopped her brow. "Wow, Trixie, this might be the biggest I've ever seen you! Amazing, that was just one load!"

Twilight slowly tugged her massive rod from Trixie's perfect mouth, almost sad that this might be the last time those wrapped around her cock. But she wanted a good view of Trixie from both sides this one last time. Twilight had to admit, Trixie certainly looked less confident and capable now, what with her own bulged-out gut trapping her, sexy long legs kicking in the air. Those giant breasts of her’s, impossibly well-formed and springy for their size, now looked like rounded nipples atop the huge swell of her sloshing, cum-packed belly.

Twilight slapped a hand down on Trixie’s plump behind, drawing a shocked “Eek!” from the immobile pony. Still trapped on top of her own tummy, the Bulging and Distended Trixie whined plaintively as she heard the long, drawn-out riiiiiip of Twilight’s magic splitting a hole in her shorts. It put cool air on her big plump ponut, while keeping the rest of her midsection fully-covered.

The gushing slit of her pussy went completely overlooked by Twilight. That bitch loved to ram ass far too much: a sadist like Princess Twilight “Needs No Coercion For Anal Insertion” Sparkle thirsted to see cute girls whining as their thick butts and raw assholes were painfully exploited.

After all, the devilish little anal plunderer could overflow Trixie’s womb in one or two thrusts, while her stomach seemed like it could still take a few more million gallons!.

"Ready for round two, Trixie?"

Trixie began the usual act of begging for her life. “W-Wait! You win, you win! I submit, Twilight Sparkle!”

It all sounded silly to Twilight. She heard it all the time from cum-drunk floozies right before they popped, and disregarded it just as often. "Trixie has seen the error of her ways, so... Hnnnn!"

Twilight’s responded by lining herself up with Trixie’s cute booty.

"Let me rest!” continued Trixie. “I can't get that big again... All your seed took forever to digest, so... So... Just don't leave me packed full of cum again!"

Twilight laughed. "Oh, you won't get that big again. You're going to get bigger. Much, much bigger!"

The head of Twilight’s monstrous shaft pounded on Trixie's tight butthole, the constant pressure slowly stretching Trixie open. She underwent a dozen silly, helpless faces and cries of discomfort before the head finally popped in.

Twilight's hard cock spread Trixie’s butthole tight around her like a condom. The magician lost her voice momentarily. She sheathed Mistress's shaft, a cum tank for the purplest pecker in Ponyville to disgorge sloppy, smelly pints of jizz into.

Without missing a beat, Twilight began to cram inches upon inches into Trixie with every thrust, getting more aggressive each time. Twilight smacked Trixie’s fat ass over and over, watching it wobble as she pounded into it.

And her curvy playmate moaned in simple, mindless pleasure.

Trixie was having trouble speaking now... and not because she was choked up with emotion. Even when her life was on the line, even when that springy energetic cock was just a few thrusts from spraying swimming pools of cum into her, Trixie was still cumming her brains out.

Even knowing that dick in her right now was soon going to turn her bulging midsection into white splatter across the room and walls of Twilight's treehouse, Trixie still couldn’t help but feel a deep and pure love for Twilight’s awesome cock. That piggy little slave’s eyes were rolling, her suctioning butt tightening up on the sticky member. "Noooo~"

And Twilight just purred in delight. That little royal was giggling to herself from where she was half-buried in Trixie’s huge ass, her (radiantly smiling) face, hips and bust all sunk into the growing expanse of cuddly blue flesh.

Twilight was howling with laughter most maniacal, more than befitting a wicked, spoilt little princess like her. Her squeals of delight grew more frantic and depraved as that death-dealing erection got closer and closer to the final gusher. “Yessss! This feels incredible! Trixie! I’m so glad you’re back! Trixieeeee!”

Twilight could have screwed her Muse all day, but her living room was starting to get more than just a tiny bit cramped! With the sheer volumes of cum Twilight had been pouring into her all this time, Trixie had been without any recourse but to continue growing... and goodness was it starting to show. She had filled over half the huge multi-storey room now, bumping up against bookcases, toppling chairs and tables.

And now, even her magically-enhanced clothes were busting off of her. With a great tear of ripping denim, Trixie’s ass finally outgrew her shorts: the flimsy, small garment exploded off her butt, leaving those growing buttcheeks to relax into their natural rounded shapes. Her thong persisted a little longer, but now it looked more like a rubber band wrapped around her ass. It did absolutely nothing to cover her bulging puckered ponut and her plump-lipped, slavering horse-pussy.

Trixie's midsection was barely recognizable as a tummy anymore... The pony had grown far beyond any previous size she'd ever have thought possible, months of sex with Twilight having reinforced her capacity and stretchiness.

But she still felt every gurgle and slosh and creak. Each impossible extra inch of gravidity was experienced in implicit detail. Trixie howled all the way through it: for her, the disgustingly submissive pleasure of being made into a living semen tank was engraved upon her soul. She would never forget how fulfilled it had made her feel. How good.

But all good things had to come to an end, didn’t they? Trixie knew it was time for this to end... even that boorish Twilight would surely realize that!

So, from the top of that creaking, sloshing sphere, Twilight finally heard a timid voice: "Twilight... While Trixie might have wanted to go out with a bang, she never imagined it like this! I can't take another drop... so... please! Please no more cum!"

Twilight would have acknowledged Trixie's pleas for mercy... but did she even have the heart to tell the other pony she'd only just gotten her warm-up orgasms out of the way? Twilight's expanded nuts trailed out along behind her like two huge beanbags now... and no matter how much seed she seemed to pour into the whimpering, burbling slut under her, they didn't seem to diminish by a single drop.

So instead, she spat on that suggestion, spiting Trixie by roughly pounding every last inch of her shaft into belly, those immense slabs of assflesh bouncing in time with her thrusts. Twilight gave herself a magical boost in ramming, becoming almost a purple blur, nuts swollen much further than before in anticipation for a much larger load.

"Come on, Trixie, you're a unicorn! Hold yourself - nnnph - together!" With a long moan, Twilight unleashed an even more powerful load than before. She was dragged upwards, an audible sloshing echoing in the ever-more-cramped library as the couple swayed atop Trixie's cumtanker of a belly.

And that was the really nice part for Twilight. In addition to the sizzling pleasure of orgasm, actually draining her nuts a little with each blast of cum inside her pet felt almost too good for words. She was relieving her pressure an inch at a time.

It was a pleasure only the hyper-endowed would ever know, a glorious sensation that occasionally necessitated the internal destruction of cockless blue bitches like Trixie... but was totally, absolutely worth it!

"I'mmmmm..... Tryinggggg!"

Trixie looked back at Twilight, crying out, trying to use the magic of her stifled horn to release some of the pressure on her pained belly, or even just keep her integrity intact and herself alive a few seconds longer. But time was ticking down to detonation, and Trixie's final show was about to be one heck of a bomb.

“I’m cumminggggg!” howled Twilight.

And that was it for Trixie. Up until now, there had been three separate oceans of cum. The original one inside Trixie's gut - a sloshing white vista that bulged her belly to bursting point - and the two sealed away inside the purple pony's ballsack. They had been causing her almost as much discomfort from their growing size as Trixie's tum!

But now they were emptying. Those huge orbs visibly diminished in size as they unloaded into Trixie’s belly. Three became one.

"Eep,” squeaked Trixie.

“Ulp,” agreed Twilight.

With a deafening explosion, Trixie burst under Twilight.

The show pony’s last conscious thought was one of relief. Relief that the pressure in her middle had finally subsided, and all that cum sloshing inside of her had somewhere to go that wasn’t making her squirm in discomfort.

Trixie watched in fascination as all those endless litres of semen that had been roiling and raging inside of her, fighting to make room not just for itself but the thousands more cumming, had finally reached a breaking point. A leak had sprung in Trixie's belly, and it was growing.

Waves of Twilight’s semen struck the tree house like a typhoon. They slapped against the walls like the fists of an angry god, striking so hard that entire rows of books came tumbling down. They were quickly deposited in the thick, bubbling cum-stew, where they vanished to the bottom with just a few little bubbles. Pungent-smelling tidal waves roiled and circled around the floor, crashing against the walls, breaking in sparkling spray.

There was so much of it it was hard to believe it had all been made by one cute little pony. But the proof was in the pudding... Pudding that certainly wasn’t in Trixie any more.

Twilight now stood waist-deep in a pool of cum flooding the entire library and basement. Trixie's shameless slut clothes drifted to the floor, her thong ending up hanging off the end of Twilight's engorged super-cock.

"Oopsie~" giggled the pint-sized predator.

The white cascades of semen dripping down the racks of books and the bole of the tree had little response for the whimsical Alicorn babe laughing at her friend's misfortune~

Of course, someone was going to have to clean this up.

So when Trixie’s spirit, a white and wavy outline of her friend with a vapoury tail in place of hooves, floated down from the ceiling, Twilight actually looked relieved.

At least up until Trixie gave her a bonk on the head.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“You... You blew me up!”

"Well, you were the one boasting! And that was hardly your best showing, Trixie.”

“You... You... Twilight, I can literally see parts of me coating the walls!”

“Yes! And now I have to revive you and everything! You are soooo indebted to me for this!”

“What! How dare you?” scoffed Trixie.

“One year maid service! At least!”

“Idiot! Buffoon! ”

Twilight shrugged. “I could just leave you like that...”

The spirit’s wiggling tail grew more animated. Stay dead? When so much of Equestria was still yet to experience Trixie’s greatness? Not on her life! “You’d better make me a new body! A nice one! My... My old body! Not that big-titty barbie doll you made me into!”

“Yes, yes... Geez, so demanding!”