Bottomless Party

Chapters

The Bottom Fell Out of the Welcome Wagon
I've Always Wanted to Ride a Pony
High-Impact Sexual Violence
Long Live the Queen
Bad End...?

The Bottom Fell Out of the Welcome Wagon

My heart couldn't take any more surprises.

Getting randomly teleported to an alien world had been one thing. Finding out the population was built like furry porn drawings had been another one. The whole lynch mob thing had been pure bullshit, but it scared the living daylights out of me too. Discord and Twilight giving me some kind of power of Normal and dealing with the whiplash afterwards – I was still reeling from that.

This, however – this spectacle standing in the middle of one of Princess Twilight's crystal castle guest suites – made me worry that my poor arteries were going to explode.

"'Sup, miss. It's Isabel, right?" I didn't bother looking at the face of the first stallion to speak; my eyes zoomed straight to the massively thick black meat hanging between his toned dark grey legs.

"Oh gosh, the poor dear's stunned, isn't she?" Thin yellow legs framed an absurdly lengthy goldenrod stallionhood, bumping against its owner's shins for fuck's sake. Soft.

"I suppose that was rather the point, wasn't it? Still, wouldn't hurt to remember to breathe." How could I breathe when there was a beautiful cobalt cock and bulging, sloshing ballsack both dangling between white legs that looked sculpted out of marble?!

And past all those legs and dicks, I could see just the barest hint of deep red – a color I'd recognize anywhere.

My eyes finally bounced up for half a second so I could take it all in. Thunderlane was wearing a dark blue polo shirt (with a little Wonderbolts patch sewn in). Mr. Cake was wearing his trademark baker's hat and white apron (which he was holding up a bit to let me see the goods?!). Fancy Pants was in a perfectly tailored black suit, and his monocle wasn't even a millimeter out of place. And past their smiling faces and clothed shoulders, I saw some kind of green flannel on the fourth participant.

But what goes up must come down, and my eyes went back down to their exposed, manly, mouth-watering...

Oh fuck, they were all bottomless!

And enormous!! Forget outclassing the average human; I knew the averages for stallions, and these had to be the most prime specimens you could find in Ponyville (and Canterlot, apparently!) on short notice! But why were they... Why were they...?

Pinkie Pie. She'd said she was going to tailor this welcome party to me. She'd noticed how I couldn't stop staring at those massive stallion-wear crotch pouches, even the morning after the whole mob incident. Was this her plan? To inundate me with so much cock that I'd never stare again?! I hadn't even asked for it! Did the Normal just make her think this was logical??

And while I was freaking out hard about all this, a knocking sound came from the ajar bedroom door behind me. "So, uh..." It was Princess Twilight's voice, of all things. "What do you think, Isabel?"

I had to honestly consider the question, really search my feelings. And in an instant, my freakout flipped a switch from extreme worry to sheer unbridled joy. "It's FANTASTIC!" I nearly squealed. "All these studs for ME?!" Yeah, my internal filter was not exactly working right now.

Thankfully, the three stallions before me all found my little outburst kinda funny. "That's precisely the reaction Miss Pie wanted, I would think," Fancy Pants said.

And Mr. Cake nodded. "It's unorthodox, but you gotta admit, Pinkie sure knows how to make someone smile."

A nervous chuckle came from behind me, from Twilight. "Hehe, yeah... So, um..." She could hardly get her words out. Was the little bookworm standing behind the door shy about the four half-naked studs she knew was in the room? Aww! "Anyway, so..." the Princess stammered, "uh, I wanted to keep an eye on you, after the, uh, operation..."

The operation two days where I got Twilight, Zecora, and a bunch of really professional doctors to give me the magical equivalent of plastic surgery? To upgrade my 'barely-B' boobs, flat ass, too-tight twat, and overall unattractive overweightness to a body I could actually be confident in? Yeah, when I finally realized I could ask anyone to do anything, that had been the FIRST thing I'd asked for. No waiting. But sure, even though I'd already made a super-quick recovery (maybe thanks to the Normal magic working on me from the inside-out, which was worrying, but not important right now), I could understand why Twilight, as my unofficial doctor, would want to keep close by.

Well. Except for the other reason Twilight would want to keep close by, I thought with a smirk.

The nerdy Princess stammered on: "And I asked Pinkie Pie if I could attend this party, but she insisted on a sort of, um, well... 'minimum requirement'..."

Wait, what?

I spun around as Twilight hurriedly ducked inside and nearly slammed the door behind her. Up top she was still wearing her trademark purple and lavender cardigan (stretched out by those 'average' melon-sized tits, ugh), but her lower half was covered up only with a towel. An extremely large towel, reaching all the way to the floor.

And then she let it drop.

"Holy SHIT!" Thunderlane exclaimed, recoiling in horror.

"Hey. Keep an open mind," Mr. Cake admonished the young pegasus stud. "That's the Princess you're looking at."

Fancy Pants nodded at that. "Yes, it's really not too uncommon with unicorns in the bedroom, especially in Canterlot."

Twilight blushed at all these comments. To me, she said, "So, um, what... what do you think? I-Is it okay? I-I can go if..."

What did I think? I think she overcompensated a bit!

The flared head of that purple monster was on the floor. No, seriously, dragging in front of her pony-toed feet. It was thicker than either leg it sat between, and the outer swells of the smooth, gigantic balls tucked behind her thighs were visible from the front, hanging down past the back of her knees. And that cock was still soft! No creature could have a dick that oversized and still function, right?!

Then it pulsed and grew ever so slightly more turgid, and I realized I was wrong.

"Ahh, sorry!" Twilight said quickly, putting her hands over the top of her shaft (as if that would cover it). "I... I never used this spell before, so I don't... have much control! And Pinkie Pie said it had to be 'really large,' but I didn't know what constituted 'really large,' so I just..."

A strange calm washed over me while Twilight panicked, as though her nerves were sapping the freakout from mine. Everything came together crystal clear in my mind. The Normal was fully in control here. Pinkie Pie asked, and since it was for my sake, all these stallions (and one mare) thought there was nothing wrong with hanging out bottomless for me to stare and admire. Everyone had accepted the invitation, everyone had chosen to come here and do this... with only a little push from my newfound magic. Even Twilight, virgin extraordinaire, thought giving herself a monstrous dick was the right thing to do.

I'd been pushing and testing the limits of this power ever since I got it, but this chain of events caused me to realize that almost nothing was off-limits. If I wanted five massive cocks before me, all I had to do was ask. No, not even ask - suggest by merely looking that I wanted it, and a pony like Pinkie Pie would scour the earth for the biggest cocks in the land. The sky was the limit.

I was in complete control. All of this was mine.

With an evil smile on my face, I walked forward and put a single finger on Twilight's lips, shutting her up and letting her just stare at me with a deer-in-the-headlights expression.

"Relax," I commanded her with my best sultry voice. "Enjoy it. You're welcome to stay. I suggest getting familiar with your new... monster-cock, while you watch me... enjoy the others."

"I-I... Okay," she said, but I was already turned around and making my way towards the four stallions on the other side of the room. No, walking towards one specific stallion in particular.

The wall of beef parted to let me pass, but not before a cocktail of musk (ha) hit me like a sucker-punch, filling my lungs with male sexual pheremones. The best kind. I was going to do many, many things to these stallions, but I had a purpose first. I wasn't going to pass this prize up.

Big Macintosh.

The giant of a stallion sat on the Princess-sized bed, dressed in nothing but a garish green flannel shirt. His big red hands resting on the bed flexed periodically, gripping the sheets with jittery strength. His face was stoic but very obviously hiding how nervous he was.

When I'd been finally allowed to walk around Ponyville freely – and Twilight all but forced me, to 'foster human-pony friendships' – my eyes wandered where they would. Which made a lot of mares angry, me staring at their crushes, coltfriends, and beloveds. None more so than Applejack, who took me aside one time to explain that Big Mac was very shy and my staring was very much not welcome. And I tried. Oh believe me, I tried not to look, tried not to be in the same room as the big guy. But whenever it happened... the inevitable happened.

Because, I mean, just LOOK at this hunk! He wasn't just broad; his frame looked like you could build a house on top of it. He wasn't just tall; he was exactly taller enough to make you feel safe and protected in his presence rather than dominated. He wasn't just muscular; he was full of healthy bulk too, meaning he ate just as hard as he worked. He wasn't just big... he was monstrous where it counted. Smooth, hairless, sweaty, perfectly shaped testicles the size of volleyballs. A shaft so thick I'd need almost two hands to wrap around it, soft. The length curved over his balls and the flared head dangled heavily below his knees.

I mentally compared the dicks in the room. Was Thunderlane thicker? Yes. Was Mr. Cake longer? Almost comically so. Did Fancy Pants have bigger balls? Sure. Did Twilight's overcompensating futa dick outclass every male in the room in every category? Sure, but that didn't matter in a contest of 'natural' size.

No, Big Mac was the prime specimen, balanced and more muscular than any of them. And his scent... It was earthy and pure, but also inescapably male. I just wanted to lay my head on his chest and let that incense send me into dreamland.

Then I looked back up at the big lug's face. It was even more nervous, now that I was closer. The facade of calm was gone. He was really, really worried about having a girl this close, what she would think... No, more than that – this was the human girl that had been leering at him every chance she got for two weeks. The one who almost got run out of town for being a social pariah. Now she was here in front of him, admiring his body. The Normal had brought him here, but nothing in his natural behavior wanted him to stay.

I had to fix this. I dropped the sultry smile and went for a genuine one, then leaned over (that massive package) and gave the big stallion a big ol' hug. I had to tuck my arms under his, and I was only barely able to make my fingers meet behind him. The colt was solid.

"It's okay," I said like I was calming a startled animal. Ugh, that was totally the wrong approach. "I mean..." Then I realized there was nothing I could say. In no realistic situation could I logic my way from this shy stud into being totally okay with the ways I was about to take him.

I was going to have to lean extra-hard on the power.

Still hugging him (because the feel of those muscles beneath the flannel was too delicious to let go), I looked up at his big adorable face and said, "Relax. I'm just going to worship every inch of you. Nothing to be scared of."

And just like that, the creases on that red pony muzzle created by nervousness... fell away almost completely. All that was left was the nervouscitement (as Pinkie would say) of a guy about to have his first sexual experience with a girl. And not those bitchy mares out there with their gravity-defying tits and their unreasonably huge asses and their impossibly stretchy holes. Just little old human me, Isabel.

That thought heated me up to my core. I'd been too shocked earlier to start actually getting aroused, but now things were finally sinking in. My pussy was about to have a great time. Even if I couldn't get these dicks physically in me, I was going to indulge the hell out of my kink, and that was more than good enough.

Then I realized, I was still clothed! Imagine that!

I was in the most low-key outfit I could fast-talk Rarity into making for me, without her turning into a complete drama queen about it. The Normal was great, but apparently Rarity's instinct for the fabulous would not be denied by my artificial social authority. The makeup-choked wannabe princess had me in what she called 'the latest fashion.' Which was apparently something called a 'schoolgirl pinafore,' basically cloth overalls with a skirt that looked like something, yes, schoolgirls in the 1800s would wear. She called it 'retro,' I called it 'this looks awful on me.' I was just lucky I was able to talk her down to a pair of flats rather than the uncomfortable heels she insisted 'would complete the look!' As if having my first lesbian experience with her wasn't bad enough.

...Hey, I spent a long time standing there, and I got antsy. Not that most guys wouldn't relish being able to see that sapphic encounter, but it was supremely awkward for us, neither of us swinging that way yet unavoidably curious. Same with Fluttershy in the spa earlier today, but that time I took charge and really made her a milk-leaking mess like the cow she was. That felt good, taking her down a peg like that. Still didn't really see the appeal of such ginormous boobs, though. Honest.

At least I had some real phalli to focus on now.

I couldn't kick off my shoes, strip out of that 'pinafore,' and unhook my brand new DD bra fast enough. I especially appreciated how Big Mac's eyes followed my nipples as my breasts settled into their new teardrop shape, and I could almost feel the appreciative glances and stares at my exposed bubbly backside. I even spread my legs a little bit to give the boys a bit of a preview of things to come. Specifically me, down there, over and over if I had anything to say about it.

Annoyingly, when I looked down, Big Mac was still soft. His hips were twitching, though, and his muscular ass was making an indent in the bedsheets. God, I wanted all of him and didn't know where to start. Needed to take care of that stallion polite self-control thing though. I thought it was an excellent feature for when us girls were just not in the mood – who doesn't want a boyfriend that can just turn their dick off for a while? – but right now I was very much in the mood and I wanted it hot, hard, and heavy. "You can start plumping up those dicks, boys," I called out. "Mama wants."

Male groans filled the room, and I moaned with them. Oh man, I was already starting to leak; I could feel a drop traveling down my inner thigh. And watching Big Mac's dark red monster-horsecock thicken up, stretch out, and slowly lift, rising upward like it was magnetically attracted to me - unnnnhh. If I looked behind me at the other four dicks in the room, I was surely going to cream myself...

...but I couldn't resist. I pressed a finger to my soaking wet lips and spun around.

Mr. Cake was stroking his half-hard python lovingly with both hands running up all those feet of floppy dick. His eyes were locked on me, a pleasant smile on his face. Thunderlane was already all the way there, his flat cockhead right up next to his muzzle (and nearly as wide around). The pegasus's tongue lolled out automatically.

"Yesss, suck it..." I hissed at him. And Thunderlane pressed his manly lips to that humongous flare and spread wide, wider than should have been physically possible. A thrust of his hips sent a few inches into his mouth and poking at his throat. He spread his wings and flapped himself an inch off the ground, using the extra momentum on each fall to better face-fuck himself. I nearly had a mini-climax right there, watching him autofellate himself in such a powerful way.

Meanwhile, Fancy Pants was idly magic-jobbing himself, just letting his aura tingle around his exquisitely sculpted length – and when he saw me make eye contact, he turned at a quarter angle and raised his arms in a model's pose, letting me see his poise in profile as he masturbated for me. The gentlecolt knew what I wanted and he was giving it to me – I had to remind myself to thank Pinkie later for going to the trouble of bringing him down here.

And of course, in the background of all this was Twilight. Her futa-dick had completely robbed her of her dignity. She was now sitting on the floor, her legs splayed out to make room for her twitching balls. Her true monster of a cock was somehow fully hard and pointed straight at the ceiling, clearing several feet above the tip of her horn, and spewing out near-white precum like a fountain. Her face was flushed red and uncontrollable lost in pleasure, just surrendering to her dick.

'Fuck,' I thought, 'gotta get me one of those.' Penis envy? Never heard of it.

Then I was surprised by a poke in my left buttock. A thick, hard, wet poke that left my entire cheek feeling drenched. I looked back, and sure enough, Big Mac's dick had bumped into my ass and deposited a glob of precum that was now dripping from half my entire ass. Holy fucking fuck. That alone put me on the verge of a tremendous orgasm, but I held off. I wanted to be in the perfect spot for this.

I stepped back, tucking Big Mac's unreasonably thick dick between my legs so that it rubbed up against my soaking lips, a deliciously hot sensation. Then I just slid back slowly, dragging my wetness over his hardness – making the big guy gasp and moan and spurt out another cup of pre – until I was pressed against his body and it looked like that enormous red cock was coming from between my legs. Big Mac's hands came down to stroke his dick, rubbing his thumbs into the slick trail I'd left across the top of his ever-rising erection. But I took those hands in mine and pulled them up to my chest, to my new breasts and newly sensitive nipples.

Thankfully I didn't need to say anything; he just whimpered in lust and gently took my breasts in his giant hands. My DDs were perfect handfuls for me, but his rough working-stallion's hands made them look like softballs in comparison. The disparity of size just made me crazier and crazier with lust, and then his fingers tenderly went to my nipples and squeezed between his thumb and forefinger.

That pulled the trigger. I whined out loud to the whole room as my control over my own body left me and I just splashed the base of Big Mac's cock in my own squirting ejaculate, baptizing his throbbing red monster pole in my juices. And while this happened I saw Thunderlane jizz into his own maw, Mr. Cake spurt frosting into the air, and Fancy Pants strike another perfect pose to frame his picture-perfect throbbing orgasm. And then Twilight Sparkle went over the edge and started splattering her load against the ceiling. Seeing all that, and smelling the sheer overpowering thickness of the male arousal in the room, made my pleasure even more white-hot than it already was; I nearly blacked out in Big Mac's impossibly strong arms.

Oh, I could have laid there forever, coming down from my high with only a layer of flannel between my naked back and Big Mac's sculpted, healthy, muscular torso. I was in my own sexual heaven, and I didn't want to leave.

When I finally, begrudgingly came around, I realized that Big Mac's hands sadly weren't on my tits anymore. They were back to rubbing his own cock as it pulsed with his own climax – but I noticed that he was paying special attention to the spots where I'd stained him with my fluids. His grunts of pleasure were right in my ear, his hot breath burning my neck, and it sounded like he was even more intensely aroused than he'd been in a while.

"What's... the matter, Big Mac?" I gasped out, a doped-out smile on my face. "Love the feeling of me on you?"

"E...Eeyup," he responded in that low rumble that made me tingle with fresh attraction. His thumbs were right under my cunt now, rubbing furiously at the spot where I'd cum all over the base of his dick. And still, hot cum pulsed out of his dick like it would go on forever.

Feeling cheeky, I leaned forward across what had to be three feet of intimidatingly thick red horsecock – strong enough to support my weight all on its own – and dipped my head down in front of the stream of cum. It splashed against my chin, but I managed to get a massive load of it mostly into my mouth. And oh fuck it tasted amazing. As hot and musky and male as I ever wanted cum to be, but sweet as apple juice instead of bitter. It was the perfect flavor, and so very Big Macintosh.

I idly wondered how the others would taste. Would Fancy Pants have a hint of fine wine? Mr. Cake would obviously be sweet like his pastries. Thunderlane... was much harder to guess. Maybe light and fluffy to match that cloud affinity, or maybe it'd tingle more to match that lightning bolt cutie mark I could see beneath the hem of his Wonderbolts polo shirt. God, I wanted to sample every stallion in Equestria. In this stupid repressed-but-oversexed world.

In the back of the room, Twilight was half-covered in her own futa cum, panting heavily – but her eyes were locked on me. "What... did you say, Isabel?" she half-said, half-moaned.

Big Mac's cumming finally stopped, leaving another sizable puddle of cum to the swamp that the room had become. The only load that hadn't gone on the crystal floor or furniture was Thunderlane's, which was now bulging out his stomach like a balloon. So much cum...

Focus, girl, focus. "It, uh, looks like my cum might've had an effect on Big Mac's dick."

"Eeeeyup." Big Mac's hands still rubbed and rubbed away. I wanted those big fingers up my slit, but there would be time later for that. I would make sure of it.

Twilight crawled towards the bed pathetically, dragging her balls and half-hard tentacle-dick with her. "It... We need... more data. Need another sample..." Wow, that mega-climax must've taken a lot out of her.

I decided to save her some trouble and meet her halfway, lifting one leg over Big Mac's cock so I could properly dismount and walk over to her. My feet landed in a few puddles of somepony's jizz, but I didn't care at this point. As I approached, Twilight's eyes locked on my glistening wet pussy lips, just like I expected.

"Want another 'sample.' Right. I know what you really want." I stopped right in front of Twilight and spread my lips with my fingers.

Almost instantly, Twilight leaned her head forward and jammed her horse-hybrid tongue as far into me as it could go. I'd gotten plenty of cunnilingus since this Normal power landed in my lap, but this was the first time it had gotten old. I no longer wanted just some fingers or a tongue down there. I wanted to get FUCKED. I needed a big hard cock down there, as soon as possible. And warm and throbbing and alive, not a strap-on like that night with Lyra, fun as that had been.

But Twilight had no idea what my sexual tastes were, or maybe even what her own sexual tastes were. She was just hooked on my cum. Yeah, that was it. I'd suspected after the operation, but this kind of confirmed it. She was gagging for my pussy juice. And after all the time she spent observing me, poking and prodding me, and trying to control every second of my 'schedule' that doomed me to social failure in this prejudiced town of yokels... I didn't feel like there was much problem with a cum-addicted Twilight.

The fledgling Princess finally pulled back with a start and stuck her tongue out. "It'th..." She pinched and tugged at her tongue and lips with her fingers, wincing at the sensation. "It'th the... It's the same. Everything's... sensitized..."

My eyes went wide. "Hold the fucking phone. You're saying my nectar's some kind of... sensitivity lotion for ponies?"

Twilight nodded, licking her own lips and breathing more heavily every time she did it. "On top of tasting... mmmm..." She leaned in to get some more.

But I put a hand on her head and stopped her. "Nuh-uh. If my cum's that valuable, then from now on you gotta earn it."

"But–!"

"No buts. Well, some butts, maybe. But no, from now on you gotta do everything I say." It was time to really take control with this power I'd been given. "That goes for the rest of you stallions as well. You've got no problem being fucktoys, right? Even though some of you have wives and girlfriends?"

"I'm... sure Cup Cake won't mind," said the baker.

Thunderlane belched, rubbing his cum-filled stomach. "As long as I can still spend time with Blossomforth, I guess..."

Fancy Pants just shrugged. "Honestly, Fleur will most likely want in on such an exclusive club. Won't be the first time we've shared our bed."

"Uh... Ee... Eeeyup."

It was all Normal to them. Perfect.

This felt right. Why else would they have these oversexed bodies if no one was putting them to use? And these interactions with my body... That Dr. Hooves guy seemed to find my scent irresistible, though he'd been a bit of a weirdo about it. One stallion I'd made out with earlier – Compass North, I think it was, right in front of his bitchy marefriend Golden Harvest – seemed to develop a serious taste for my saliva, of all things, now that I think about it. He just wouldn't stop frenching me.

So... there was no way they weren't specifically designed to be human pets, right? It was all just a little too perfect. No doubt if a male human came here, the ponies would find him addictive, too. Yeah, that somehow made sense in this fucked-up world these ponies lived in. Maybe even Celestia...

In an instant, I was less aroused and more focused on being angry. Celestia. That raging cunt-wagon. I had zero doubt in my mind that she was directly responsible for all of my misery since I got here. If anyone deserved to be mind-fucked and turned into a toy with this power, it was her.

Yeah... I had a plan, now. Tomorrow, I'd stroll into the palace and make Princess Celestia suck my clit. But tonight, I had a harem of studs to enjoy, and I was going to make the most of it. Somehow.

"If you're going to be fucktoys, then we gotta figure out how to fuck." I stared around at all the hard, massive dicks in the room. As much as I loved them... "I'm not stretchy like your mares. You're gonna have to magic them down somehow."

"Aww..." Thunderlane whined.

"The alternative is getting butt-fucked by Twilight for my amusement."

"O-Okay! Make me whatever size you want!"

Heh, joke's on him. I might make him get ass-fucked anyway, just to see two studs go at it. They were mine now, after all. No one had bothered to try and be my friend in this backwards world. I was a science experiment to Twilight and a menace to everyone else. Well, if that's what they wanted me to be, then why not own it? I have nothing left to lose.

"If I might make a suggestion?" Fancy Pants politely cut in. "It need not be a 'shrinking' spell that we employ... If you still want some of us to play to your fetish for size, there is a size 'transfer' spell..."

Something deep inside me twitched with excitement.

"Yes. Do it."

This was going to be a good party.

Author's Note

that's it

i only had a week free to work on this. there's plenty more ideas for this setup but if i tried to write them all i'd likely never find an ending, let alone meet megapone's extended deadline, let alone ever get back to finishing UA

hope you enjoyed

I've Always Wanted to Ride a Pony

Have you ever seen one of those those movies where some guy gets, like, a bajillion dollars, but has trouble figuring out what to spend it all on past the first fifty million or so?

Having more than six yards total of deliciously thick horsecock at my disposal was something like that.

I was absolutely thankful that despite how much pony-cum had already splattered the floor (and the walls (and the ceiling)), the four stallions and one supersized princess futa were still nothing but helpful and patient. Such was the whole reason for this party, after all. If things were different, they could easily overpower me and wreck my body with those ridiculous cocks (and part of me wished that was possible – the part of me leaking onto the sheets of the mattress).

Eventually, I calmed down enough to come to three decisions. One, I was going to single out each stallion one at a time, at a pace I controlled, building up to a big gangbang once everyone had had a turn. Two, every stallion would start at their big size and wait for my signal, then they'd have their size magically transferred so I could try fitting them inside me somewhere.

And three... I was gonna start with Big fucking Macintosh.

I had the big guy sit at the head of the bed, his firm, muscled buttocks pressed against the pillows. His yard of erect horsecock bobbed in the air in front of him, partially obscuring his face even while sitting down, and his large, smooth balls pooled between his super-strong legs. He watched nervously as I crawled salaciously across the bed towards him, looking for all the world like a beast of prey.

As I got within reach of that monstercock, a million desires burst through my head all at once, and then fell silent. Tomorrow was going to be a big day if I wanted to go after Celestia. Tonight, I was going to savor this.

I leaned past that cock, nestling it in the crook of my neck and savoring the heat and texture of it against my bare skin. I leaned down and traced Big Mac's bulging abs with the tip of my tongue, lifting his green flannel shirt as I started from his waist and went up. In a few seconds I got annoyed with the material separating me from his body and said, "Get rid of this thing."

Big Mac obliged. The shirt was balled up and tossed gently into one corner of the room that wasn't completely cum-stained yet.

I slowly raised myself up, keeping in contact with his penis against my neck, and brought my hands up to play with his enormous pecs while I kissed and licked at his tiny, manly areolae - twin oases of softness amidst all that hard muscle. I kissed up along his collarbone and his neck, while my hands did their best to reach around his massive body and feel his back. My right hand went down to play with his short, bushy tail before grabbing a meaty handful of firm farmer ass, while my left hand retreated and went up to appreciate Mac's biceps. By then, my mouth had found its way to Mac's muzzle, and I wasted no time invading those lips with my tongue.

Mac kissed back despite his nerves, his broad pony tongue wrestling with mine. He got way more into it once he got a taste of my delicious human saliva, though, which made me smile a little bit through the kiss. God, I felt like a succubus, drawing an unsuspecting mortal into my trap. It was empowering.

All the while, Big Mac's cock twitched and throbbed against my body. Precum spurted out every so often, shooting so far and fast as to clear the bed entirely. I pulled back, saliva bridging our lips, and pressed my cheek up against the warm red pillar, letting its heat soak into my face. Oh, the things I wanted to do to this cock... stymied by the fact that I was the only one forced to follow the laws of physics.

My inner thighs were melting, but I wasn't ready to shrink this thing just yet. I knelt back down to Big Mac's balls and fucking worshipped them with my lips and tongue. The taste was everything great about male arousal without everything disgusting about male arousal, plus a hint of earth and apples. God, it was so much better than dealing with human anatomy – none of the gross hair and wrinkly folds, just a smooth sack with two massive seed-producing spheres contained within, flavoring the sweat with the scent of their cum.

With a quarter of Mac's ballsack sucked into my mouth, I wondered: Was I becoming a slut? My head immediately rejected that notion, though there's nothing wrong with being a slut in my opinion, if that's your thing. But that wasn't how I saw this. I was still in control. I could change the entire dynamics of this with a couple of words. I could rewrite the rules Big Mac lived by with a conversation. I also happened to really like impossibly big dicks. I was certainly slutty, but I didn't consider myself just a slut. A slut was submissive, beholden to and controlled by their desires, like a collared pet waiting for someone to pick up their leash.

A mere 'slut' didn't become a demigoddess. Or a Queen.

Speaking of rewriting Big Mac's head... I really wanted to do that now. With a lewd 'smack,' I pulled my lips off of Mac's pulsing balls and looked up at him (or tried, with that thick pole in the way) with a sultry grin. "This is an amazing cock," I said without an ounce of shame. "You should never have to hide it again." A glob of precum dripped off the fat flare of said cock, landing on the small of my back.

"W-Wha...?" Mac groaned out. His face was contorted with the exertion of holding himself back. Judging by the way everything was throbbing, he was ready to cum as soon as I gave him permission. The fact that stallions could keep perfect control like this, it was something amazing.

I pressed my cheek against his medial ring and stroked my hands up and down that incredible length, grinning as he gasped and clenched his lower body. "Whenever you're in town," I said, "you can't cover up this beast, or keep it soft with your self-control. If a mare – or stallion – stares lustfully at this, you have to go up to them, with this big dick swingin', and offer to fuck them any way they want. If anyone makes a fuss, tell them the human said it was okay. THAT should help with your shyness problems, don't you think?"

It was ludicrous, what I was saying. A guy like Big Mac would never agree to that. And yet... "You... You sure?" he rumbled in that deep voice of his, only asking for the tiniest bit of confirmation.

"Mmhmm," I replied, stroking his cock a little faster. "Doctor Isabel's orders. After tonight, that's how you should act from now on."

There was a lustful groan behind me, from Mr. Cake gently stroking himself off as he watched us, like the rest of the stallions (and one mare) were doing. "W-Well, that should make a lot of local mares really happy," he said.

That gave me an idea. "Doesn't matter if they're single. Married mares – and stallions – should get the chance to play with a cock like this."

Mr. Cake just chuckled. "Yeah... The missus definitely wouldn't mind... Neither would I, now that you mention it."

Of course, Mr. Cake. That's because I'm the one who mentioned it.

Finally, Big Mac shakily nodded his head. His muzzle was covered in a bright blush, and his hips were shaking with how much he was holding back. "E-E-Eeeeeeyup," he agreed aloud. He was agreeing to my terms, agreeing that this was how he should live his life from this moment forward.

My thighs clenched, and my eyes nearly rolled up into my head. "Let's... Let's celebrate! Before I have to get this damn thing inside me. Cum! CUM!!"

Big Mac roared, and I was pushed back a little by the sheer force of his hip-thrust as his cock swelled, flared, and fired. I couldn't even see the head of his cock above my head, but the streams of cum he was shooting out had to be an inch thick. All I could see was thick veins pulsing, bulges of cum pumping from the base and up past my head, over and over and over. I could hear the cum then splattering on the ceiling, the walls, and eventually the floor.

It was so... powerful. This was what I'd been waiting for; someone so overwhelmingly, undeniably male, to such an extent that their sexuality was like an explosion, a force of nature unto itself.

I'm pretty sure I had a mini-orgasm.

When he (and I) cooled down, I lustfully growled, "Let's do it."

There were a couple of details to figure out, like how big to leave him and who the size should go to. Luckily, because Twilight had performed body-altering surgery on me just a couple of days earlier, she was intimately aware of the capacity between my legs. For that, I rewarded her (with an evil smile) with being the enhancement target of the size-transfer spell. ALL of them.

Twilight's eyes went wide in alarm, but Fancy Pants just nodded and fired up his horn's magic.

I pulled back and lay on the bed, staring up at Big Mac's dick as Fancy Pants' spell caused it to glow and shimmer. And then it started shrinking. Part of me was like 'nooooooo' but another part of me was like 'yes yes yes soon!'

It was surreal, watching a hyper-sized penis shrink down to just barely 10 inches long and an inch thick, balls matching proportionally. Still really big by human standards, I knew, but suddenly things felt a little more... regular. Big Mac was no longer an overpowering presence; still really muscular and fit and unnnnffff, but... now his dick actually kinda matched his body like a dick normally should.

I was nearly ready to call it off and say 'Fuck this shit, grow them all big enough to fill the room and smother me!', but the heat between my legs cried out for mercy, and I decided this was still for a higher cause. Besides, that was an idea to be tabled for later.

A quick look back at Twilight confirmed that her ridiculous futa cock had indeed gotten bigger by a couple of feet. She was in a seated position on the floor, arranging herself sideways near the door so that her own endowment wouldn't block her view – instead, it bobbed menacingly towards the window, leaking precum in spurts. The bookworm princess's dress shirt had been abandoned so she could have one hand pawing at her melon-sized tits, while the other hand dipped under her balls to play with her hidden pussy, and her horn generated a magic aura around her purple monstrosity of a cock. As we made eye contact, her mouth seemed to instinctively and lewdly part, the tip of her tongue stretching out, as though just the thought of me triggered another wave of need for my femcum.

Damn, this whole thing was awesome.

But a twinge of near-painful arousal between my own legs reminded me of my own desperate needs. It was time to get rid of that pesky virginity, for real this time and not with Lyra's strap-on or various mares' and stallions' tongues.

I turned around and sat back against Big Mac's body, letting his shrunken-but-still-pretty-big cock jut out between my legs. "Wanna help me out with this one, big guy?" I said teasingly, drunk on my power.

Big Mac nodded and put his hands under my thighs, then lifted me up, shifting his hips so that the flared horse-head of his cock was lined up with my puffy, dripping lips. A wave of anticipation caused me to tense up all over, and I tried to force myself to relax. This was it; this was what my body had been waiting for; there were four other people watching passively and I didn't know if that was even hotter or more nerve-wracking or if I didn't even fucking care–

I was lowered about half an inch, but it felt like I was falling out of the sky for a second. Then my pussy made contact with his broad cockhead, and I about lost it right there. I let out a nervous, insane laugh and my whole body went numb, save for the sensation of fire and wetness between my legs.

It was slow going for a second. The horsecock wasn't ideal for the initial penetration, and the human pussy wasn't designed to have a flat-ended cylinder just shoved into it. But there was enough of a roundness to Big Mic's flared head that he could get that past my outer lips, and then there was just a feeling of ssssspreading.

My legs locked up and, in a moment of rare forethought, I sucked up a thread of saliva that was threatening to drool out of my mouth. My brain got as far as 'This is amaz–' before everything went white.

Heat. Hot, quenching heat. And thickness. Pushing into me, scraping against my inner walls. My toes curled. My eyes shut closed and I whined, like a bitch. Turns out I'm kind of a whiny fuck, more's the pity. But I whined and moaned and did whatever I could to communicate 'Yes please more god more.'

I almost missed the medial ring slipping in, but I did NOT miss him bottoming out inside me. I suddenly regained my senses with a vengeance. Here I was curled up in this hunk's arms as he lowered me onto his cock. Stuffed full. His muscles pressed against my back, his strong arms supporting the sides of my body... His smell, his country boy smell and all the male pheromones in the room and fuck I could almost taste it in my mouth.

Then he lifted me back up again. My world disintegrated again. And it didn't get a chance to come back as he started sliding me up and down on his cock like I was a sex toy he used every day. Maybe I would be eventually.

He took complete control – not like I was in any position to dispute that. My arms hung limply at my sides, my head rolled back against Big Mac's chest. My DDs bounced with every motion, no doubt to the immense entertainment of the stallions still watching. Big Mac sat mostly still, only thrusting a little, but his hands did most of the work. Those strong working man's hands.

I wanted more. I wanted to get even lewder. I wanted Big Mac to get addicted to me. I wanted this feeling to never stop. With a sudden rush of willpower, I put my hands on his hips and lifted myself up this time. Mac got the idea and let his hands fall to his sides while I fucked myself on his rod – and I went at it like a wildwoman. "Yes! Yes!" I screamed. "More more more, yes!" I didn't have the brainpower for anything more complicated, nor the desire. I humped and twisted and ground my hips against his body, desperate to sate my newfound hunger for pleasure.

What I only then noticed was that Big Mac was panting and grunting with pleasure too. And then I remembered: Just a little bit of my cum on his skin made him feel so sensitive on that spot. And currently he was balls-deep inside me... meaning everything was getting drenched. Meaning his entire cock was going to be extremely sensitive inside me, and that feeling would persist until long after.

For some reason, that turned me on even more – the thought that I was binding Big Macintosh to me, that his cock was getting the fucking of its simple farmer life, and that no mare would ever give him the kind of experience that I was giving him now.

I wanted to seal the deal. It was too much, and I wanted all this 'too much' to be MINE.

"Fucking cum you stud!" I demanded, pounding his cock into me so hard I was pretty sure I was going to hurt in the morning. "Fucking–!"

He came. With a grunt followed by a yelp, Big Mac's powerful body tensed and he thrust up into me. His cockhead flared, stretching out my vaginal passage 10 inches into my enhanced body. It was a briefly uncomfortable feeling, but it was soon drowned out by, well, my insides being drowned in anthro pony cum. A lava-hot deluge spilled inside me; I could feel every drop traveling up through his cock and spurting into me, making me feel so... so... FULL.

My eyes went wide, and I exploded into orgasm. About two seconds later, my mouth caught up and I remembered to moan, but it felt like my brain was melting out between my legs. My whole body was on fire, and my pussy was flooding out a mix of my and Big Mac's fluids. I squeezed around his cock; my whole body wanted to clench shut, but him inside me kept the feeling going, making the pleasure repeat in waves over and over and over and over. It was almost confusing, I felt like there was something wrong with me. Masturbation had never felt like this. Getting cunnilingus had never felt like his. Lyra's strap-on hadn't felt like this. My world was spinning now; how had the addition of a living, pulsing pony cock changed things so much?

Then a blissful feeling washed over me, and I understood. Big Mac had just rocked my world so hard I was already exhausted. I was feeling sluggish – happy, and full, but sluggish. Every sensation assaulting my brain had been so new that I couldn't keep up. But now I was feeling the afterglow, and it was heavenly.

Big Mac grunted and made a half-thrust upward, making me wince a little. I looked over my shoulder to see his teeth grit, his face contorted in that look of uncontrollable pleasure again. I grinned; my fluids were having their effect on him, and he wanted more.

"You'll have to wait, big guy," I said dreamily, beaming at him. "You did me good."

Thankfully, Big Mac got the message and slowly lifted me off his soaking cock. It felt weird to have that thickness leave me, to feel his cum leak out of me... A few minutes ago, I probably would have objected entirely. 'Just leave that thing in me all night!' I might've said. But now I had finally found satisfaction, nirvana. I felt like a woman more than ever. Suddenly, nothing felt so urgent anymore.

That wasn't to say my appetite was gone. No, I could already feel the hunger for more building up. But my pussy could take a break.

I collapsed forward onto the bed, landing in several wet spots but not really caring. The comforter and the mattress just felt so extremely comfy right now. Behind me, Big Mac stroked his cum-soaked and sensitive 10 inches furiously, which I imagined had to be a trip compared to his usual three-foot canvas. But my eyes roamed over the other stallions in the room – yes, there was more cock to claim tonight.

Officially on the prowl, my eyes locked onto their next target and I crooked my finger at him. "Mr. Cake. Bring that delicious pastry here."

The lanky chef scratched the back of his neck and chuckled. "Heh heh... heh. Never heard that one before..."

"Oh just get over here."

Mr. Cake dutifully stepped up to the foot of the bed and, with all the ceremony of a mail delivery, plopped his long hose of a cock onto the bedsheets, nearly whapping me on the head. It was merely half-hard and dripping with cum from its slit, having already had a couple of orgasms just from watching me. But it was regaining mass quickly, and Mr. Cake actually had to take a step back so his cock didn't shove itself in my face because it was even longer than Big Mac's, even if it wasn't quite as thick.

I gripped the yellow horsecock beneath the flare, enjoying the feel of equal parts firmness, softness, and heat. "Big Mac got my real virginity," I said, explaining my motives, "so you get my oral virginity." That's right, as soon as we shrank this monster down, this was gonna be my very first proper blowjob.

"Happy to help," he replied kindly to that nonsense. "Just take your time."

First things first, I got myself fully acquainted with his 'normal' size, making out with his flare and licking up and down his absurd length, spending a little bit of time with his balls. Already he tasted a little different, less of the earth and more the cloying smells and tastes of the bakery. But it was still living, pulsating, sweaty pony cock, and I was starting to discover that I couldn't get enough of exactly that.

My mouth and the back of my throat were suddenly feeling dry and empty, so I gave Fancy Pants his instructions.

It was almost funny to watch that pool noodle of a cock shrink down to something more manageable, like 12 inches but relatively thin, almost average human thickness this time. Even Mr. Cake had a little laugh, adjusting his stance and holding it in one hand. "Wow, I don't think I've been this small since... I don't know, when I was twelve? Eleven?"

Holy shit, that thought turned me on a little too much. Not so much the 'hey kid wanna /ss/' potential (mostly), but more the fact that there were a bunch of teens running around right now that were already outclassing human porn stars. The next generation of automatic studs was already in the making. Equestria was practically a factory.

I broke out of my momentary fantasy and looked past Mr. Cake's hips at Twilight near the door. Her cock had gained every cubic inch of volume Mr. Cake had lost. She'd had to scoot back a bit, dragging her bloated balls across the floor, so that her giant flare didn't burst through the window on one side of the room. As it was, said window was covered with dripping precum. It surprised me that it was only precum though. Twilight looked flushed in the face like she'd gotten off a few times, but I wondered if that was only with her female parts. Was she holding back her male orgasm so that she didn't flood the room?

Maybe for convenience's sake that was good for now, but I was a little disappointed. I was getting a real sense of poetic justice out of seeing Twilight like this. Like it was revenge for forcing me to 'socialize,' then chewing me out for staring, and all the while reinforcing the status quo of sexual repression. But now it was like a representation of all the pent-up males in town was now forced into her crotch, breaking her mind with desire made manifest. I was hoping, at the very least, it'd break her out of her shell, and I'd get to see her let loose for once. Well, one thing at a time, I guess.

Mr. Carrot Cake now had a horsecock that was 12 inches long but only about an inch thick, which I'd picked because I figured it was perfect for my first blowjob. Plenty enough to play with, but nothing that was going to break my jaw or risk being bitten with my teeth. I swallowed reflexively, already imagining that thing firing into the back of my throat, and I scooched forward on the bed.

I licked around the flare, feeling it harden up under my tongue. I kissed down its length and sucked one of his smaller balls entirely into my mouth. Mr. Cake gasped and cooed at the feeling. "Oooooh... You know, ah, I'd forgotten there are some benefits to being like this...!"

For almost a minute, I savored the heat and the sweat of his pony seedpod, then gently spat it back out and pulled back to the main event, propping myself up on my elbows. "Here goes nothing..." I opened my mouth wide and clamped down past the flare with my lips.

Just doing that, finally feeling a real cock trapped in my mouth, sent a shot of powerful arousal through me. As though merely checking 'suck a 12-inch cock' off my bucket list was giving me a mini-orgasm, making Big Mac's seed dribble out of my cunt. Of course, I wanted more than that. So much more.

I took another inch or two comfortably in my mouth, being mindful of my teeth. In all honesty, if these ponies were so sexually optimized as they seemed to be, they'd probably be tough enough to withstand an accident or rough play. But I wasn't out to test that tonight. I wanted to make this homely (but toned, actually – damn, look at those legs) and kind (gosh, look at that bashful look on his face) baker cum in my mouth. So no pain, only pleasure was my goal.

So how did a blowjob work? I was frozen momentarily with doubt because porn and erotic literature were my only guides. But eventually my brain caught up and started being helpful: No teeth, don't just suck, squeeze with your lips, get your tongue moving, bob your head up and down. Soon enough, Mr. Cake was gasping every so often, and his length would occasionally twitch. That honestly made me ridiculously happy. I'd be on my way to making these pony studs' knees tremble in no time.

Precum leaked into my mouth once I got going, which I dutifully swallowed down. His reduced size meant it wasn't flooding out in pints at a time, but he was still a productive pony. Yet I didn't mind – his pre tasted like I suspected it would, sweet like a sugary glaze. With a hint of something else... It couldn't be carrots, could it? No way it would be that obvious.

With a panicked 'mmph!', I realized that there was still like eight or nine inches of cock I was leaving untouched! What a travesty! Bad news was, I didn't feel confident enough to take this thing down my throat. Certainly not the whole thing. In theory, I knew how to take a little, maybe, but I didn't want something to go wrong and ruin this; I was doing so well up to this point! But considering how long this guy was, I might as well have been suckling on only his tip. Needed to fix that.

I had to adjust my position a bit, but once I was a bit more upright, I was able to get my hands in on the action. Now we were in business. While I sucked and licked the top part of Mr. Cock's cake– I mean Mr. Cake's cock, my hands were busy playing with the rest of it. Between my saliva and ponies' natural softness of skin, my hands were able to glide as I rubbed him for all I was worth.

"Oh, heaven..." Mr. Cake moaned, adjusting his stance and thrusting a little, not too much. I beamed around the length of cock in my mouth. I sent one hand down to play with his wet balls some more, while the other squeezed and tweaked the medial ring. Mr. Cake made an "Mmmm!" sound and tensed up. "Tell me when you're ready...!"

Just to be evil, I kept playing with him for another full minute, sucking out as much endless flavor as I could. He was spewing pre like a fountain at this point, some of it drooling out from my lips and running down his shaft to be spread by my stroking fingers.

Finally, I looked up at his sharp pony muzzle and gave him a little nod. I was as ready as I was gonna get.

Mr. Cake let out a loud groan, and his cockhead flared to half again its thickness, pressing against the back of my mouth. There was no way I was pulling him out now, I realized.

Hot, sticky cum, sweet like angel food cake, pulsed into the back of my throat. I did my best to swallow constantly – the first blast hitting my throat made me wince, but I managed not to gag or choke. And once I figured out his rhythm, I was swallowing his generous cum like a champion cocksucker, matching every pulse with a perfectly timed swallow. It helped that he was fucking delicious and the whole thing was making me wetter than a swimming pool.

When it was finally over, the flare shrunk and his cock softened in my mouth. I knew this was a courtesy on his part; no doubt he could've stayed perfectly hard and gone another round, but he knew I'd probably want a break, so he was manually softening his erection. I gave it a few more cleaning sucks, and even went a couple inches further down, nearly deepthroating part of it now that it was nice and slick and soft.

Satisfied, I let Mr. Cake's dick fall out of my mouth. A line of drool and leftover cum bridged the two of us for a second before the strand broke. Overall, I was extremely happy with how that went, and it looked like Mr. Cake had thoroughly enjoyed himself, too. "Haah... You did juuuust fine, Isabel... for your first..." he said, catching his breath.

I put my hand on my stomach. I felt kinda full now, but not like I'd been cum-inflated. I probably didn't want to take another load down, though, tasty as it would be. Ooh, I wondered if maybe the taste meant pony cum had some kinda nutritional content! That'd be a hell of a fantasy, eating nothing but cum, water, and vitamins for a little while... Hmm, that seemed a stretch too far, now that I was thinking about it; maybe just as a topping or a garnish or an ingredient... And now that I was thinking along these lines, and since I'd already done something for Big Mac in the long term, why not Mr. Cake as well?

"You should go pantsless at work," I suggested with my power. "And offer a free load to anyone who sucks. That stuff's amazing."

Mr. Cake chuckled. "You too, huh? The missus said something like that a month ago..."

What a kinky bitch! "Well, I'm not joking around. Your cock and cum should be a staple of Sugarcube Corner, effective immediately."

The baker shrugged and said, "I'll talk to Cup Cake and see what we wanna do." He brought his hands to his cock and scooped up some of the leftover cum dripping from his slit. "Is it really that good...?" he thought aloud, before sticking two cum-stained fingers in his mouth and stepping aside.

Awesome, another one down. Now which cock did I want to sample next, and in what sexual act? Big Mac was still at the head of the bed, jacking himself off, his bare muscled chest stained thoroughly white. Mr. Cake was now sampling his own goods. Fancy Pants was still as perfectly poised, patient, and polite as ever, and even conjured a glass of ice water for me to cleanse my mouth and throat. Twilight Sparkle was going to be the finale, which just left the one looking most frustrated and grumpy, Thunderlane.

When my eyes drifted over to the black pegasus, he groaned aloud and muttered, "Do I really have to get my dick shrunk...?" Looking at me, he said, "Can I at least take your ass, then?"

Just imagining the thickest, blackest cock in the room trying to penetrate my ass made me reflexively clench. I was not a fan of butt stuff. Never liked the idea of getting involved in it myself. Even with the smallest adjustable dick and all the lube in the world... I just wasn't comfortable with it. Maybe once I'd had so much of everything else I was sick of it, maybe I'd try it, tentatively, but that day was not today.

Fancy Pants noticed my apprehension almost immediately, which made me love him even more. "I think that's off the table tonight, Mr. Lane," he said in his gentlecoltly voice.

Thunderlane folded his arms and made a 'pff' noise with his lips. The nerve! The nerve of this hyper-hung brat!

I crooked my finger at Fancy Pants and beckoned him over, then gestured him to lean down to me so I could whisper a question into his ear. He gave me a little nod in return, and added, "Though between that and my reduction, I may have to take a break from spellcasting. Even master unicorns have to pace themselves, I'm afraid, and I'm barely more than a hobbyist."

"Oh, don't– you have been fantastic, Fancy Pants," I assured him.

He smiled politely and said, "If that's the case, do you mind if I take my turn at the same time? While your, erm, front is occupied, I'd like to explore your... lowest extremities."

I quirked an eyebrow, then looked back and wiggled my toes.

Fancy Pants actually blushed! His mustache quivered as his muzzle scrunched up in suppressed embarrassment. "It may seem rather... especially xenophilic, but..." he began to stammer.

"Fuckin' go for it," I told him. "Should be fun!"

The noblepony nodded, stood back up to his full height, and charged up the magic of his horn. Thunderlane groaned and resignedly prepared himself. Twilight pulled herself back, but only away from the doors and walls so that she'd have more room to grow. Man, even the people who were reluctant as hell were still affected by my power. There was just no escape. A few foibles here and there, but ultimately nothing to worry about. I waited excitedly for the show to start.

Fancy Pants' spell hit all three targets: His own dick, Twilight Sparkle's body, and Thunderlane's chest. The pegasus immediately realized something was different, and felt around his body as it started changing, shouting, "Wait, what, woah! What are you...!?"

I grinned evilly as Thunderlane's whole body started to shrink, not just his dick. And all of that mass was still being transferred to Twilight. The princess yelped in surprise as not just her cock and balls grew, but her whole body started taking up way more space than expected. Her head rested a couple of feet further up the wall. Her legs stretched out longer, wrapping around her growing purple balls. It seemed all that masculine mass was being translated into muscle, too, because her arms and legs got more defined and became powerful-looking. Her breasts got a little bit larger but became much perkier, practically horizontal to her chest. And between both Fancy Pants and Thunderlane's cocks, Twilight's endowment became big enough to threaten the window again, while her balls bulged to either side under the weight of her gargantuan tool, threatening to bury her feet.

The end result was that Twilight was a muscular amazon futa goddess, Fancy Pants' cock was down to a footlong with a bit more thickness than Mr. Cake had, and Thunderlane...

The black pegasus midget flapped through the air haphazardly, trying to get used to his new weight. In a slightly higher-pitched voice, he shouted, "What in the actual Tartarus?!"

He honestly hadn't been hit too hard, in my opinion. He wasn't as small as a Breezie; just slightly less than a foot and a half in height. And his dick was still the same proportion to his body... Except to my eyes, that dick was just 6 inches. A really thick 6 inches, and it looked absolutely hilarious attached to a stallion the size of a toddler. "I figured you'd like it," I explained, still with an evil grin on my face. "Now your dick doesn't look like it's shrunk, from your perspective."

The midget Thunderlane flapped towards me, his fuckstick swinging between his legs and his fist shaking towards me indignantly. "This... is... humiliating!" he half-squeaked as he flew in front of my face. But now that he was in front of my face, I could see the beginnings of a red blush spreading across his face, as he took in how much of a size difference there was between me and him. And between him and the giant Twilight in the middle of the room.

"Yeah, well... Guess how I'm gonna make up for that?" I said, as I scooched back and patted the bit of mattress in front of me. Then I shook my chest for emphasis.

Thunderlane was momentarily paralyzed by the shaking of my double-Ds, which had to look pretty huge now from his perspective. Then he just said, "Okay..." and landed on the slightly wet bedsheets. He was honestly the cutest sexy little thing, sitting like that with an oversized prick between his legs, staring slack-jawed up at my tits. Mmm, if only I'd had a doll like him growing up...

As I contemplated the many ways I wanted to gobble Thunderlane up, Fancy Pants walked to the head of the bed where Big Mac was still jacking off. "Pardon me, sir, but if you could give me some room..."

"E-Eeeeeyup," Big Mac groaned, as another fresh spurt sprayed into his face. He scooched over to the other side of the bed and sat there, continuing to stroke his sensitized cock (wow, how long did my cum last?) while Fancy Pants cleaned off the stains and got into position a little ways behind me.

It was time to get this crazy position working. I laid down on my belly, and bent my legs up so that my bare feet were perfectly presented for Fancy Pants' use, and it only took seconds for the noble to take my feet in his hands and gently slide his dick between them, pushing my toes against his flare. While he was doing that, I pulled Thunderlane forward until he was right under my chest, practically buried beneath my boobs, while his modest-but-not-modest cock stuck up through my cleavage. It throbbed warmly, leaking into the crevice of my tits, while Thunderlane's hands pawed feebly at my areolae. "Hey. Gentle down there," I said, only able to see the top of Thunderlane's mane. "Be more like Fancy Pants back here," I added, as the aforementioned pony lovingly massaged my arches with his thumbs.

My master plan revealed – simultaneous footjob and macro titfuck – I got to work. I let Fancy Pants take the lead with my feet, focusing my efforts entirely on the titfuck. It was a little cramped, with me laying on my belly and his flare poking my chin, but I made it work. It wasn't the most complicated sex act in the world, after all. Whether I squeezed or stroked or alternated, I was always rewarded with a twitch or a glob of precum spurting up to my lips. Some males were real easy to please, it seemed.

To be honest, I could get used to this whole breast play thing. It helped that Thunderlane's tiny hands were playing with my nipples, but I was really enjoying the warmth of having Thunderlane's considerable girth between my boobs and so close to my heart. But I was also enjoying having boobs big enough to play with at all, so maybe there was more of a feminine affirmation thing going on. Jury was still out.

Fancy Pants teased his flare with my toes, and I licked at the flare poking out from my boobs. A high-pitched groan rang out from under my tits; I guess he really liked that, having my giant tongue stroke him. I bet I could talk him into being small on a regular basis.

With my hands on the sides of my tits, I rolled my boobs in circular motions back and forth across his length... And as I pulled back, he suddenly bulged and began to spurt hot cum, nearly catching me in the eye. "Hey!" I wrapped my lips around his flare before he could sting me, letting his load collect in my mouth. It was much less than Mr. Cake's, but he had a strange flavor that intrigued me. Kind of like a tropical energy drink or something. Either way, swallowing it was a cinch, letting it pool in my stomach along with the chef's tasty meal.

"S-Sorry, just..." The diminutive pegasus let out a sigh of relief and hugged my left boob with both arms. "I can't believe I thought this would be bad. It was amazing! I just couldn't hold back."

'Or didn't want to try,' I thought bitterly. A cumshot to the eye would have ruined my night. I muttered, "Well, I guess as long as you're enjoying yourself..."

Behind me, Fancy Pants let out a heavy breath, steadily thrusting between my feet. "Pardon, Isabel, but... Would you permit me the, ah, pleasure of, nnf, coming between your... lovely toes?"

I smirked back over my shoulder at him, and slowwwly pulled my feet up his length, stroking him with those toes he seemed to love so much. Fancy took that as a positive signal and let his load fly from his 12-inch cobalt cock, staining my back, my butt, and some of my hair with his load. I reached to my ass and scraped off some cum so I could taste it off my fingers: Yep, definitely reminiscent of white wine.

"You are, ah, very generous, Isabel," Fancy Pants half-groaned, wiping his brow with a handkerchief. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome, fuckslave," I said casually. Fancy just nodded.

As I idly licked off some of the cum on my body, I wondered about what kind of mental alteration to thrust upon these two stallions. Yet nothing was coming to mind. Partly because there were only so many variations on 'Forego pants forevermore and be a manslut for the entire town' one could invent, but mostly because my poor nethers were getting hungry again and I really wanted to get fucked again, in a bigger and badder way than before. Not to mention, we were coming up on the reason I'd saved Twilight for last...

Fuck it. I got up off the mattress in a rush and marched toward the massive form of Twilight. "Time for the main event!" I called out, eager to get started. "Everypony over here!"

I looked up at Twilight's face, red and drenched in sweat, then looked across the length of her cock, so large as to defy all description. Huge? Massive? Enormous? Gargantuan? All of the above. How long could it possibly be, I wondered? It already had to have been like five feet before the size shenanigans started, plus two and change from Big Mac, like three from Mr. Cake, plenty from both Thunderlane and Fancy Pants... Fifteen feet? Fifteen and a half? Over five yards of thick, pulsing, throbbing, hard as a rock cock. And on top of that, wider than both of her muscular legs combined, and with balls as big as beanbag chairs.

I'd be more than happy to worship this body, this COCK, like a temple... if I wasn't already in control of it. If it wasn't already all for me.

I placed a hand on the room-spanning python, lovingly petting it. Twilight groaned out in agonizing pleasure, and a gallon of near-white precum splattered against the wall at the other end. But no more came; Twilight's powerful hips were trembling with the exertion of holding back, and her horn seemed to be in on the effort, too, from the way it was glowing. All so she wouldn't flood the room, spill out the window, etcetera, etcetera.

"You're such a good friend, Twilight," I muttered sardonically, then climbed up onto her cock. Yes, I stepped onto her firm, pliant balls, then mounted her cock like a bucking bronco, facing Twilight. Then I leaned back, resting a plump vein between my shoulder blades.

Was I about to use Twilight Sparkle's futa monstercock as a bed? You fucking bet I was.

"Okay, now all at once!" I commanded. "Big Mac, get up here and fuck my pussy! Thunderlane, between my tits. Mr. Cake and Pants, at my sides so I can stroke you off. You two also help stroke Twi's cock; Big Mac, try to lean back and rub her balls."

"W-Wha!?" Twilight finally said, her first half of a word since this orgy really got rolling. "No, no, I'm... I'm fine...!"

But there was no question who was in charge here. The four stallions got into position – even Thunderlane, eagerly flapping over and landing on my stomach, ready to do the titfucking himself this time. Big Mac was more than a little nervous straddling a giant penis, but his eyes locked onto my dripping cunt and never strayed. And Mr. Cake's and Fancy Pants' cocks were soon dangling near either side of my face.

"Alright, just go!" I said. "Keep fucking until everyone's cum. Everyone."

Big Mac was already lining himself up before I was done speaking. The first thing I felt was my lower lips being gently forced back open to accept his perfectly sized horsecock, filling me up in one slick stroke thanks to my continuous arousal and the previous load. Thunderlane was already humping away at my tits, and the stallions on either side of me guided my hands to their cocks before attending to Twilight's meat, or at least what little they could reach. Once Big Mac got into a steady motion, he leaned back and rubbed his hands and feet against Twi's balls, which were easily within reach due to their size and our positioning near her base.

The cock I was laying on throbbed and lifted a few inches upwards. The stallions panicked a little at the awakening monster, but I just grinned and enjoyed the ride. The cherry on top (awesome choice of words, that) was being able to see Twilight's face, since Big Mac was leaning back, meaning I could see every gasp, blush, and funny contortion as the Princess of Friendship tried so hard to exercise restraint.

"Oh – ah – c'mon, Twi," I muttered out between Big Mac's thrusts, pushing the yellow and blue cocks in my hands against my cheeks. God, it felt so good to be filled and surrounded by hot, heavy cock like this. My kingdom for two more hyper-sized ones to have at my sides like armrests, so I could be almost completely smothered. Might be an idea to keep in mind for Bottomless Party 2: The Dickening. Focusing back on Twilight, I grinned in glazed-over joy and said, "L-Live a little, you d– ah, you dork!"

"Noooo..." Twilight moaned out unconvincingly. Her cock trembled and lurched even more. I could hear the splatter of precum against the walls. "It's not... right..."

"Who cares what– Oh holy fuck yes." I saw stars for a moment as Big Mac's cock found a new angle and scraped against a particularly sensitive spot. The farmer, ever observant, took note of his new position and made sure to keep hitting that spot, over and over and over. "H-Holy shiffffuck Twi, this isn't- isn't the time!" I managed to say.

"But it'll... it'll get...!"

"Everywhere!!!" I shouted in pleasure, my eyes closed and my mind far gone. "Fucking do it! Flood this place! Who the fuck cares! Fuckingnggaahhhh cum FOREVER!"

Twilight's balls audibly rumbled. "Ahh... AHHHH...!" And that was all the warning we got before Twilight screamed and the whole room quaked with the force of the amazon princess's inaugural mega-cumshot. SPLUUURRRRRRTT. I almost caught air as her cock lurched up towards the ceiling; Thunderlane went tumbling off my chest, Big Mac slid out of me (we were both already cumming, so no huge loss) and fell into Twilight's giant trembling ball-bags, and Mr. Cake and Fancy Pants flinched back and ducked for cover. I managed to somehow flip over and land back on Twi's supercock, so I wrapped my arms and legs around it and held on for dear life. Feeling her blood rush, her skin stretch, her cum pump through that gargantuan beast... I could feel her cumming at the same time I was cumming. My orgasm seemed to just link with hers, and all I could do was ride the whole thing out in pure decadent bliss.

SPLURT, SPLURT, SPLURT, SPLURT, SPLURT– It just kept going and going, each pulse coming fast and hot and voluminous, spilling gallons of futa pony cum per second. The night sky out the window was now completely covered up by a dripping wall of light, running down to the floor and pooling throughout the room rapidly. The stallions scrambled to get onto furniture, some more successfully than others, but in less than a minute the room was several inches deep in cum and steadily rising.

Just as the endless orgasm and cum-flood looked like it would start taking victims, Twilight's horn finally sparked to life. The bedroom doors and the window flung open. Cum rushed out of the room and into the crystal hallway beyond, while a great deal of the initial overflow spilled out the external bedroom window, creating a waterfall of spunk down onto the grass beneath the castle. Many further cumshots still splattered against the open windowsill or shot straight out into the night air. I could only imagine it landing in a Ponyville resident's yard... or on their roof.

Finally, after what seemed like eternity, the cock spat out its last and slowed to a steady trickle. Much of its magical hardness left, and the cock flopped onto the wet, sticky floor. The jolt brought me out of my pleasured stupor – my crotch was absolutely numb, I must've been cumming for like a whole minute or two. I looked around at all the stallions, painted partially or completely in white. Thunderlane's tiny body had been washed out into the hall. Big Mac was half-submerged on the floor. Mr. Cake and Fancy Pants were practically cowering on the princess-sized mattress.

I rolled back over, still using Twilight's half-hard dick as a bench, and grinned up at the massive alicorn bookworm. "Not so bad, was it?"

"It... was..." Twilight started to object, but her mind was probably blown away by the force of five uber-endowed stallions cumming in one cock. It didn't take long for my power to override her normal reaction. "It was... okay... I guess?" She shook her head, desperately trying to find a reason to be mad. "This will take, hah, forever to clean... And I hope I don't have to pay any damages..."

I swallowed to clear my dry throat. "Hey... If the Princess wants to have some fun, who's gonna stop her, y'know?"

Twilight sighed, somehow managing to be cute despite being two feet taller and full of feminine muscle. "The job's not supposed to be about that... But I guess you're right; ultimately, this was all for a good cause..."

Watching someone fold so naturally under my influence never failed to make me smile. "Thaaat's right. Speaking of good causes..." I got that evil look in my eyes again. "The night's still young, but before we get back into it, I have a few ideas about what I want to do tomorrow... about Celestia."

For the first time in a couple of days, Twilight seemed visibly panicked for a second. She knew there was bad blood between me and the most holy bitch in all the land, and I wasn't exactly keeping my intentions veiled. But the Normal did its work, and she frowned and nodded. "Yeah... It might be time for you two to meet."

My grin widened. I had total control over a Princess, and I'd finally gotten all the cock in all the holes my perverted heart had ever wanted. Things couldn't be looking better for Isabel. "Perfect. Now, here's what I want to do..."

High-Impact Sexual Violence

The following day, Saturday, was, like, 90% prep work. I mean, I slept until 1 PM, but coordinating my plans between Twilight, the stallions, and everyone else I needed – that took all afternoon. I didn't get into Canterlot Station until the sun was dipping below the horizon, a little bit after 7 in the evening.

I had eaten an early dinner, cleaned up, and hopped on the train alone (more or less) with little more than the clothes on my back: A bikini top, an optional coat in case the mountain air got a bit chilly, bell-bottoms, and sandals (a combination that had annoyed Rarity to no end, now that I'd figured out how to talk past her drive for fashion). Hanging from a belt loop by its drawstring was a small velvet bag, which was actually a genuine Bag of Holding that Twilight had enchanted at my request. It held everything I needed for my confrontation with Celestia.

As I walked through the lobby and out into the grand plaza beyond the train station, fantasizing about the many ways I was going to bring that Princess bitch low, I got a moment to appreciate the last bits of golden sunset light reflecting off the ornate Canterlot buildings. Sex toys these ponies may be, but some of them clearly knew their architecture and construction. You had to admit that.

I was so caught up in the sights that I didn't notice the squadron of Royal Guards until one of them yelled, "Halt, human!"

With a groan, I lowered my gaze to no less than nine guards armed with spears – four white pegasus stallions, four gray unicorn stallions, and one decorated pegasus mare in the center leading them all.

Instantly 100% annoyed, I just tersely said, "Let. Me. Pass."

"By Celestia's command, I cannot do that," said the central mare, holding up a flat hand to me in a 'stop' gesture. "We are here to keep you in protective custody until Her Highness is ready for you."

I'd been scheming all day, so my brain was already in overdrive to process this. That had been an outright 'no,' despite the direct use of my power. And I had to roll my eyes at that 'protective custody' thing – it was obviously Celestia trying to run out the clock, waiting for this Normal thing to take me over and turn me into the most boring pony mare in the universe. Not that I was worried. Sure, I'd felt a couple of weird tingles here and there, but I'd been fucking (and fucking with) ponies all day in all kinds of ways. If the power wanted me force me into line, it was gonna have to try a whole lot harder. Still, I couldn't really afford to waste time doing nothing, could I now? I didn't want to be late for my very important date.

"You there," I barked, pointing at the commander mare. "It's very important that you tell me your name and let me see your cutie mark."

The mare blinked hard, a little taken aback by this request, but the power did its work. Her hands went to her waist to undo the straps of her decorative armored skirt, and she said, "Lieutenant Bishop of the Royal Guard... madam."

The other eight male guards tried so very hard not to stare as that skirt dropped to the ground. I could see a little blush on the pegasus mare's face as she turned around and, after a moment's hesitation, lowered her leggings and underwear just enough to let me see one of her butt stamps. It was a chess bishop in front of wavy sun.

Of course it was a bishop guarding a sun. What else it would be? How else could someone resist my power except through the impeachable destiny of their own cutie mark? That was the cause of Rarity's passion for fashion, too, and why I went to that bottomless party in a fucking schoolgirl pinafore. But Rarity was also the reason I knew this could be worked around – you just had to say the right things. Except... convincing a dressmaker to make what I want rather than what she wanted; that had to be a LOT easier than convincing a soldier to ignore her orders given by the very person who gives her purpose in life.

I scowled and put my fists on my hips. This was a fine mess I'd gotten myself into. "Alright, say I come along peacefully," I said, stalling for time. "What are your orders? Where will you be keeping me?"

Bishop gratefully lifted up her pants and reached for her armored skirt. "First off, if you don't–"

"Ah ah ah!" I cut in. A plan was germinating in my mind. A naughty plan. "It would make me feel more comfortable if you kept that heavy armor off for now. It's not like I'm armed, or have any magic spells."

There was a solid five seconds where this command worked through Lieutenant Bishop's brain. I wondered how far my commands still went as long as they didn't contradict her orders. And sure enough, Bishop stepped out of her skirt and started undoing the pieces holding her breastplate together as well. The flattening effect of the heavy armor was undone, revealing that the uptight mare actually possessed what had to be a pair of fucking G-cup jugs under a padded jacket. The eyes of the stallions behind her went wide, and some of them struggled not to chortle at the sight of their superior officer stripping.

"First off," Bishop muttered, trying to stay professional despite all this, "if you don't come peacefully, we are more than prepared to take you by force. The Princess doesn't want you brought to physical harm, but–"

I put up a hand. "Just a sec." There was plenty of distance between me and the group of guards, even though they were blocking my way into the city, but I still made a show of leaning to one side so I could talk to the eight stallion guards. "Hey, the rest of you! It is totally okay if, when I ask you to stand down and let me pass, you just do that! Celestia's wrong for trying to imprison me or stop me, and that makes it okay for you to do what I say and not her." As I swayed back to a standing position, I decided to go for it and say, "That goes for you too, Bishop," even though I figured it wouldn't work.

It was kinda funny to see eight serious-looking armored guards looking amongst themselves like they had question marks popping out of their heads. They didn't move, but a lot of them relaxed their stances and lowered their spears. I had a feeling I'd just taken them out of play.

Bishop, however, just narrowed her eyes. "The subtleties may be lost on you, human, but Celestia has been leading Equestria for over a thousand years. Her orders come with the weight and wisdom of a millennium of–!"

"Yeah yeah yeah, you're a fucking Celestia cultist, I get it," I snapped.

"STOP interrupting me!" Bishop yelled. An instant later, she remembered her sense of propriety. She cleared her throat, and tried to control her breathing, which had become momentarily rapid due to her rage and frustration.

I got the sense I couldn't just push random buttons with her until one of them worked; she'd just get more and more mad at me until she wouldn't listen to anything I said, even if it would otherwise be the correct new Normal. So whatever I ended up doing, it would have to be precise and decisive. I couldn't afford to fuck around.

Well, I couldn't afford to fuck around as much. With this power, there was a guaranteed non-zero amount of fucking around.

The pegasus commander finally regained control of herself. "We are going to take you to the castle," she said in a careful, measured tone. "We are going to keep you in protective custody. And then, when Celestia is ready, we will take you to her. That is all."

"Mmhmm. Yeah, see, I can't do that," I replied, folding my arms. "Celestia's trying to kill me. By waiting me out. And keeping me by myself for a few hours is how she's going to let that happen."

Bishop got the most incredulous look on her face. "What...?!" She couldn't even fathom what I was saying.

"At the very least," I continued, "you should let me have a gangbang with those other eight guards you have there." I gave the rest of her squad – which were all pretty hunky, not gonna lie – a cute little wave. One of them, a unicorn; his eyes just lit up at that. That sounded like something that would make his day, apparently. "Y'know, to pass the time!" I said.

Now Bishop was really confused, which was honestly just fun for me at this point. "Ummmm..." She shook her head. "No, you are specifically to be kept... alone..." I could tell by the inflection in her voice that, despite the whole 'She's asking for a gangbang?' thing, part of what I'd said was starting to get through. Why would Celestia specifically order that? she was probably asking herself. Sure, it might be standard procedure for a potentially dangerous prisoner, but is there a chance this human is telling the truth?

I decided to push the advantage. "Well, there you go. And I bet she wants you to take away any items I got, just so I don't have anything to play with," I added, patting the tiny Bag of Holding at my waist.

Bishop rallied some of her eroded confidence. "Standard procedure." I'd bet she was telling herself that more than she was telling me.

Something occurred to me just then. "She didn't actually tell you much about me, did she?" I asked her, then leaned to the side again. "And you guys – she's the only one who got even slightly briefed, isn't she? The rest of you are just following her lead." The defensive and bewildered looks on their collective faces was all I needed. "So that's fucked up, isn't it? That's more than a little shady. Don't you think if she were in her right mind, if this were all on the up-and-up, she'd be a little more forthcoming? Maybe something's wrong with all of this, and you're all making a huge mistake!"

Just as the stallions started muttering amongst themselves, Bishop slammed the butt of her spear onto the cobblestone, creating a loud echoing crack throughout the plaza that silenced everyone. A few tense moments passed. Ponies who were just passing through the train station had even stopped and were watching carefully.

"Is that your plan?" she said, glowering. "To convince us to stand down? Human..." She lowered her spear to point at me, the weapon trembling a little in the intensity of her grip. "Celestia has done more for me than you could ever know. I trust her with my life and more. I will not betray her just because of a single moment of doubt! Cease your prattling and surrender, peacefully!"

Fffffffffuck.

I'd just hit a brick wall. There was no way this chick was gonna let me talk my way through now. And I had a few tricks up my sleeve, sure, but I wasn't exactly a physical powerhouse. If this became a fight, I wouldn't last more than a minute. ...Well, a straight fight, anyway.

"Alright alright," I said, and I started cracking my knuckles because it was time to get serious. "So you know something's wrong with Celestia and this whole situation, but you still want to defend and honor her and all that. And you know what? I respect that. That's your life, girl. So let's say I challenge you to a particular kind of duel."

"E-Excuse me?" Bishop sputtered, a tinge of bemusement in her voice.

I didn't lose a shred of confidence. "If I win," I said, "you let me pass. You'll have defended your Princess in... mostly honorable combat, and your cutie mark will be satisfied. If I lose..." I paused. I didn't want to say 'I will come peacefully,' because there was still no way I was going to do that. There was too damn much at stake. "...well, then I guess we go back to doing things your way. The hard way."

The uptight mare's eyes widened and narrowed several times as her mind struggled to both fight against and conform to this line of reasoning. "You'll... You'll just set the terms of this 'duel' in your favor."

"Duhh," I replied, and laughed. "I mean, let's face facts: I'm a lazy city girl from another world who's still shellshocked from losing everything and everyone I've ever known." My face went hard for a few seconds, then I brightened up again. "You, on the other hand, are a trained, dedicated, and probably decorated military officer! If anything, any terms I set will just level the playing field."

I really enjoyed how Bishop seemed to struggle with that logic. Maybe this power wasn't always 100% effective, but it did allow me to sell whatever line of bullshit I could think of as long as it sounded like it made sense. I was certainly having fun with it.

After a long moment, the mare gave me an interrogatory look. "Do you really believe your cause is just? So much that you will fight for it?"

A grin spread across my face. From the tone in her voice, I knew I had her where I wanted her. All her brain needed to justify this was to think that I was just as passionate as her. And with my life on the line, I was. So I stepped forward and proudly said, "You bet your ass."

Bishop let out of a huff. "Fine." She gestured back at the other stallions with her spear, and they stepped back to give their superior officer room. When we had plenty of room for an arena, she stared hard at me and said, "What are your terms?"

"First: To humiliation," I declared, hands on my hips. "The first pony– er, being, to be so ashamed they can't take it anymore is the loser."

The pegasus mare's eyebrows raised dramatically, and then she visibly steeled herself. But, noticeably, she allowed herself a small smirk. No way a trained soldier like herself was going to ever admit defeat to someone like me, she probably thought. She probably got hazed worse in boot camp!

Ooh, that just makes me imagine magical pony boot camp. Bunch of hardened stallions and mares sweaty from training...

Focus, girl, focus. I reached for the velvet Bag of Holding at my waist. "And second..." I continued, "our only tools will be these."

I stuck my hand and most of my forearm into the pouch, going further beyond what was outwardly physically possible. I'd messed around with this thing a few times on the train, just to kind of practice, and it was kind of fiddly. Inside was a practically infinite, structureless space, and all I could do was reach and grasp around for what I was looking for. But Twilight had said that the key was mentally focusing on what you wanted to pull out, and eventually you'd find it...

My hand found a cool, thick, springy cylinder, and I knew I'd found my target.

Before my captive audience's very eyes, I pulled a massive red horsecock, pulsing and flaccid, out of the bag. The sheer girth of it temporarily stretched the opening of the pouch, especially the two juicy soccer-ball testicles. The cock wasn't attached to anything or anybody, save for a small stick-like handle with a cloth separating it from the dick. I hefted the drooling meat onto my shoulder and grinned.

"What– is–" Bishop sputtered, completely red in the face now. "...Do you mean to fight with dildos as if they were swords?!"

"Oh, these aren't dildos," I assured her, and gave the red slab of cock a pat and a loving stroke. It throbbed against my shoulder.

Several of the stallion guards winced – one of them reflexively reached for their own armored crotch-pouch. Lieutenant Bishop's face hardened into a horrified glare. "What have you done to those stallions...?!"

I rolled my eyes. "Fuckin' calm down, they're fine." With a mighty heft, I lifted the cock off my shoulder and let it fall into the grip of my other hand. As I held it and stroked it, I said, "They're connected by portals. Big Macintosh is doing his thing back in Ponyville, and he's given me permission to use his dick here however I see fit. If he really seriously objects, or desperately needs his dick back for some reason, he can always pull it out of his magical boxers. Geez."

There were a couple of audible sighs of relief, which offended me. Did they seriously think that I was such a deviant monster that I would mutilate and reanimate a three-foot horsecock for my own amusement?? The nerve! Clearly I would just command Princess Twilight and her friend Rarity to rush-order several pairs of portal underwear, and make sure my stallion victims loved the idea. I wasn't a psycho here!

Annoyed, I lifted the cock back onto my shoulder and reached into the Bag of Holding again, and in short order retrieved another living, disembodied horsecock – this one longer, thinner, and yellower. You guessed it; it was Mr. Cake's. "Here, catch!"

We weren't standing that far apart; she could've caught it fairly easily. But her hands froze halfway through the instinctive catching motion, and instead the flopping cum-hose bounced off her legs and fell at her stunned feet with a meaty 'slap-fwap.' I frowned a little; as tough as stallion sacks were, Mr. Cake back in Ponyville had probably winced at his balls getting smooshed against the cobblestone.

Bishop looked down, stupefied, at the stud pole beneath her, then up at me.

"Those are my terms," I said simply, with a smirk.

With an almost shaking hand, Bishop reached down and gripped the handle beneath the disembodied horsecock. It flopped around as she tried to lift it to a ready stance, and she seemed afraid to try and stabilize it with her other hand. A great red blush colored her white pegasus face as her eyes remained transfixed on, well, probably one of the few penises she'd ever seen up-close. Poor girl.

My pity was short-lived. I dashed forward, winding up Big Mac's cock. "3-2-1-GO!"

Before she had any time to react - WHAP! The great red flare swiped across her cheek, sending her stumbling to the side. I burst out laughing and raised my 'weapon' straight up, then stepped forward and swung down with all my might. The meatiest part of the shaft struck Bishop on the back of her head, and she stumbled to the ground. I just laughed even harder – this was the most absurd thing I'd ever seen, done, or even imagined!

Then my legs were swept out from under me by something warm and floppy, and I landed painfully on my rear end. It seemed Bishop had gotten over her embarrassment. I rolled away and onto my feet before she could follow up, but she was so fast that all I could do was raise Mac's cock in defense to block her strike.

The two pastel-colored cocks clashed, getting almost entangled as they flopped over each other. Bishop, grimacing hard, pushed Mr. Cake's dick harder against me, grinding them together until they were pressed base-to-base, ballsack-to-ballsack.

"Welp, they're gay now," I quipped with a giggle.

Bishop let out a strangled howl of frustration and kicked me hard in my bare stomach, sending me sprawling backwards. I was dazed for a few seconds, and I was pretty sure that was going to bruise later. "H-Hey!" I choked out, trying to sit up while my eyes filled with stars. "That's... ack, that's cheating! You're supposed to use... cocks only!"

"Maybe you should have been clearer about your terms, then," Bishop muttered humorlessly, twirling Mr. Cake's handle in her hand like it was an especially long, springy sword. Looked like she was getting used to handling it, ignoring how weird this was. That was a bad sign.

My pain fueled a new batch of rage and determination. This pegasus guard bitch may have been stronger, but I had one advantage she could never hope to catch up with:

I was shameless.

I put up a hand and clutched my stomach with the other, playing up my pain. "I need a minute. That's your penalty."

Her resistance was evident on her face, but a few seconds later she relented. "Fine. But only a minute."

Immediately, I got to work. I scooped up Big Mac's dick and cradled it against my body, making out with the flare and stroking the shaft and balls. I was rewarded with a spurt of apple-flavored precum, which was like life-giving nectar right now. I almost forgot the pain in my abdomen.

"W-What are you doing?!" Bishop asked bewilderedly.

But I completely ignored her. "C'mon, Mac..." I whispered into that deep red flesh as I licked and stroked and rubbed. "I know you can do it, you stud... Get hard for me..."

There's no feeling, on Earth or anywhere in the universe, like feeling a three-foot horsecock harden against your body. Big Mac's stallionhood pulsed from my knees to my head, leaking sticky precum against my cheek. It telescoped just a little bit higher, thickened a great deal wider, and the flare crowned out to a menacing girth. The heat radiating off it got stronger and hotter, the balls at the base got slicker and sweatier. The combined sensations made my inner thighs squirm and get moist. Oh yeah, I was going to need some alone time after this was over.

But first things first. I stood up, with my 'reforged' weapon in hand. It was weightier and more unwieldy, but its strength was undeniable to anyone looking at it. Especially compared to the cock in Bishop's hand, which was still as limp as a wet noodle.

"I think my minute is up," I declared.

Bishop stared wide-eyed at me, then uncertainly at her own 'weapon.' It was obvious to her what her disadvantage was now. But would she be able to do what was necessary to even the odds? I already knew the answer.

I took advantage of her hesitation and attempted a short swing at her, which she nimbly dodged. She tried countering with a swing of Mr. Cake's soft horsecock, but it bounced harmlessly off Big Mac's hardness. She tried again with a feint and then a swipe at my legs, but I was ready this time. Even against my unprotected body, Mr. Cake's cockslap was just that – a firm slap. Nothing to worry about.

"Is that all?" I taunted, then jabbed when her guard was open. Big Macintosh's flare caught her in the stomach, scraping against the bottoms of her boobs, and the sheer hardness of it forced her back and seemed to almost knock the wind out of her. I pulled back and swung across her chest, slapping those jacket-covered G-cups of hers with Big Mac's flare. Bishop looked shocked by the indignity of it all; she didn't even try to defend herself as I swung with all of my might at her face for another classic bitch-cockslap.

POW! Bishop went down, completely sprawled across the plaza. Mr. Cake's stallionhood bounced out of her hand.

But I wasn't done. I lifted Big Mac's cock over my head, dangling those soccer-ball-sized testes over my head and angling the flare down at Bishop's body. I poured every ounce of love I could through my lips, worshipping Mac's glorious, sweaty balls from below, while my forward hand stroked along the sensitive underside, paying special attention to the medial ring. Precum pumped out in a dribble, then a stream, then in spurts that came ever closer to Bishop's prone form.

Then Bic Mac's cock rumbled and tensed up above my head. I actually had to brace myself as Big Mac started to cum – the sheer force of it pushed me back and threatened my balance.

The first strand hit its mark, crossing across Bishop's pegasus wings. Realizing what was happening, Bishop shakily held her body tight in a fetal position to protect her body, legs and wings drawn in tight and arms covering her head. Shame; that just made it easier for me to completely cover her in cum.

Almost a full minute went by as Big Mac came. All I did was gently aim it around so that every inch I could see of her was covered in hot, white pony-semen. By the end of it, there were only a couple of square inches that weren't completely glazed.

Just as Big Mac's spurts were starting to calm down, I heard, "Stop, STOP! I yield! I yie-he-hield...!"

So I shrugged and flipped Big Mac's cock back upwards. The final spurts of cum shot straight into the air, splattering at my feet. I gently stroked the shaft, teasing out a few more dribbles from the slit that ran down onto my fingers. I sucked my hand clean, saying, "Mmmph, you did good Mac. You earned a break."

I looked around – we'd drawn a sizable crowd during all this. A few ponies were clapping in applause at my victory, not understanding what was really going on other than that a contest had just finished. The stallion guards were awkwardly silent, not sure how to respond to their commander getting publicly humiliated by a perfectly normal human girl.

"Well!" I slung Big Mac's softening prick over my shoulder. "That'll do it. If you gentlecolts will excuse me..." I walked across the cum-stained ground, not caring if my sandals got stained. The eight stallions parted to give me access as I approached – after all, I'd said earlier that it was okay to let me through when I asked, hadn't I?

But just as I was about to leave Bishop and her useless goons behind me, I heard sobbing. "I'm sorry, Princess... I'm so-ho-ho-horry...!"

I scoffed, rolled my eyes, and turned back towards the shamed lieutenant. "C'mon, bitch, it's not that..."

My words died in my throat. A faint magical glow was passing over Bishop's body. The bits of exposed skin I could see were turning from white to... a soft gray.

"The fuck??"

There was a flash of light right next to my face, and suddenly I could feel a hoof and a claw settled on my non-cock-occupied shoulder, and a different type of claw resting against my cheek. "Come now, Isabel. Surely you didn't expect to completely undermine her cutie mark destiny and not have it severely affect her mental state?"

"I– What– You–!"

"But what does it matter?" I could practically hear the grin on his face. "You're a villainess now. She was just in the way."

"Would you SHUT UP for a second?!"

The tiny draconequus on my shoulder pouted and folded his arms. "Fine... mistress," he muttered, snarling out the last word like it was acid in his mouth. Discord snapped his fingers and disappeared.

The ponies around me looked very concerned all of a sudden, so I looked around and said, "It's okay, it's okay, he's with me until..." I was going to say 'until I'm free of the Normal resurgence, as per our agreement', but they didn't need to know that. "...whatever."

I sighed and walked up to Bishop's cum-covered fetal position on the ground. She was still sniffling a bit. Wow, I'd really done a number on her. Couldn't help but feel a little bad.

Kneeling down until I was balancing on my toes, I said, "Look... it's... actually a good thing that you threw this fight."

"H-Huh?" Bishop blubbered up at me.

I restrained another sigh. Time for some high-speed bullshit. "Yeah, you... threw this fight intentionally. Not, like, consciously intentionally, but subconsciously, unconsciously, you knew that letting me talk to Celestia is the right thing to do."

"Wha...?" Geez, she was like a little child in this state.

"You had to have seen it," I continued. "How scared she was. How much pain she's in. All because, what, I want to talk to her? She's irrationally afraid, lieutenant. All this stuff about humans has seriously affected her. And me?" I put a hand on my chest innocently. "I just want to help her get over it. To help her confront her fears and get over them. That's a good cause, right?"

"Th-Then why didn't you say so...?"

I rolled my eyes. "Because nine armed guards came to basically indirectly kill me at Celestia's command. I was a little pissed off. But look." I reached down to her cum-stained chin, and she winced. "Look, girl. It's just shitty that you had to come between us. It doesn't– This battle doesn't actually mean anything about your loyalty or your destiny. It's just... a porn-y chapter of your life, and I promise, after today, I'll never ask you to do that again. The Princess isn't going anywhere; you'll have plenty of chances to prove yourself. After I talk with her, she won't even be mad at you."

Unlike every moment up to this point, my words went into her vulnerable mind easily. After a second or two, she nodded shakily. A little bit of brightness returned to her skin. Not all the way back to white, but maybe the rest was a job for an actual real therapist.

"Close enough," I muttered, and stood back up. "Hey, uh... Maybe this is an opportunity!" I presented Big Mac's cock before her. "You've just been introduced to a new form of combat. Maybe you can get ahead of the curve and, uh, take your stallions here, and... practice... the art of... cockfighting!" My storage tank of bullshit was starting to run out, if you couldn't tell.

"...Okay." Slowly, Bishop got up off the ground. She wiped a glob of cum off her face and glared at me. "...Help her, human. Please. Do what I was unable to..."

"I most certainly will," I promised her. For a certain definition of 'help,' I didn't add.

I left Big Mac and Mr. Cake with the guards. I'd had my fun, and the stallions could always pull out if they were being treated too rough. No one else suddenly showed up to stop me on my way up to the royal palace. I was a little nervous about what else Celestia might have waiting for me, on the eve of our climactic showdown, but not too nervous. I had more tricks than a couple of disembodied horsecocks in my bag.

Speaking of... All that fighting had made me thirsty.

With a bit of effort, I pulled out a single, massive, disembodied yellow boob from the Bag of Holding, and began to nurse milk from the nipple as I walked down Canterlot's main street.

Long Live the Queen

My fist hovered in front of the doors to Celestia's private chambers, ready to knock, but I had a second thought. Just to be sure...

"NO MAGIC!!" I shouted through the door and over the cold mountain gale.

Then I just opened the door and walked in.

To my great relief, the fireplace in Celestia's study was roaring strong. I'd been freezing in that bikini top! Not to mention there were so many steps up the tower to the Princess's chambers. Why the hell did the sisters choose to live in these high towers, anyway? Security reasons? Because they had wings and could just bypass the whole climb?

Oh, right, there was a 10-foot tall white alicorn in the room to deal with. She had her arms crossed under her (relatively petite) bust and was glaring hard at me. I didn't care.

I clapped my hands dramatically. "So! Where's that letter I sent you? What did I miss?"

"I burned it," Celestia muttered.

That got me to laugh. Really? She was just going to act like a petulant child because she couldn't do anything else? How pathetic! Then again, this wasn't meant to be an epic battle – I wouldn't survive if she started blasting spells at me. But I wasn't scared.

Instead, I paced back and forth a little and recalled the contents of the letter myself. "I'm pretty sure I put in 'No violence, no magic, no traps, no "accidents," no backup...'" I stopped in my tracks. That was far from the end of the list, but I'd just realized where the loophole was. "Ohhhh. Celestia. Celestiaaaaa." I used the tone of scolding a stupid, disobedient child. "Reeeally? Bishop and the boys weren't 'backup' because... the Royal Guard is already 'here'? Or because they weren't right next to you? Come onnnn." I threw up my hands. "Is that how you're rationalizing your resistance? By deliberately misunderstanding words?! C'moooooooon!!"

The pale Princess's steely expression didn't move. The only evidence she was listening was that her scowl deepened by a fraction of an inch.

I let out an aggravated sigh and rubbed my hands together. "Alright, then. There was another part of that letter. 'When I arrive, you'll tell me about any other loopholes you've thought of since our last communication, or remind me of ones that are still in play.' ...Well?"

Celestia let out an angry breath through her nose and looked to one side of the room. "You already know about one."

"Yeah, yeah, the resurgence of the Normal. Speaking of, do you have a clock in here...?" There was a small clock on the table next to a bunch of official-looking papers – the hands pointed to about 7:50. "Good, I'll have a few minutes to bitch you out. Anything else?"

The Princess remained silent for a solid ten seconds.

"Ooooh, this must be a good one!" I said gleefully. "What, is this your trump card? Tell me."

Celestia's shoulders fell and she closed her eyes as her mental resistance broke down. "It's... You have power over minds, but not over other destinies. The other 'cosmic concepts.'"

"I know that. I can talk around them though," I noted, thinking of Bishop, Rarity, and a few others. Then I snapped my fingers. "Ahh, you're expecting me to slip up with yours. The sun and 'sharing its warmth and love with all your subjects.'" I made gratuitous use of air quotes there. "Well, don't worry. After tonight, all goes well, you'll still be running Equestria. I don't want none o' that! Sounds boring."

I watched her face as I finished speaking, and she refused to make eye contact with me.

"Ohhh! That wasn't it, was it? There's more."

Celestia swallowed. "There is... one other concept. One above all, that you can't control, that will act if you threaten it."

I rolled my eyes. "Is it 'Friendship'?"

The Princess's grim, determined face was broken by the tiniest smirk. Uh-oh. She looked me dead and the eyes and said, "'Harmony.'"

My eyes narrowed and my mouth fell open slightly. I was going to say something, but the words failed to arrive.

"Your pathological abuse of power will eventually create strife, chaos, and suffering, even if it is 'Normal.' The friendship and Harmony that binds us all will not stand for it. The concept will strike back – through the ponies of today that embody that concept stronger than any pony I've ever seen."

From the triumphant smirk on Celestia's face, it was clear this was meant to scare me. And it was definitely a little scary. But as I began to comprehend exactly what she meant, exactly what the threat was, I didn't really feel the fear. I just got more and more angry.

"Are you fucking kidding me," I growled. "Twilight and her friends will blast me with a rainbow if I go too far. No matter what I say." It actually made sense to me. Based on everything I'd seen, done, and been told so far, it actually checked out. It was the natural conclusion to the whole 'my destiny versus yours' aspect of all this. I balled my hands into fists and pressed them against my head. "Rrrrgh! I hate this fucking planet! I hate the hypocrisy! 'Better make friends, because we've got a gun to your head!' Fucking bullshit!"

Celestia chuckled. Actually chuckled! The bitch was enjoying this! "That is our history, I'm afraid. Ever since friendship saved ponykind from the Windigos. You could summarize a thousand years of our civilization with the phrase, 'Make friends or die.'"

I couldn't be giving her more of an evil eye if I tried. "So that's why you're so determined and confident, even now? Because whether it's the Normal that gets me, or some pony whose destiny I've crossed, or the fucking Mane Six themselves, all you have to do is wait it out? That's how you've rationalized this whole visit?!"

"Yes." The Princess swallowed again; some of her bravado was draining away, but the core of her resistance was still there. "I can suffer any punishment you give me. So will my people, given time. But you... For you, this path only has one end. You must change course... or you won't be given the choice."

I turned my hateful gaze at the little table clock. A few more minutes to go until the top of the hour.

I hooked my thumbs under my pants and underwear and shoved them down, exposing my crotch. I pointed both hands towards my cunt and did an exaggerated hip-thrust in the Princess's direction.

Celestia recoiled in horror.

"Oh, don't give me that. A little pussy isn't going to kill you. Besides, you and I both know that if I had walked in here with a cock, this would be a completely different story."

Her eyes widened even further, even as her face broke out in a blush and her legs carried her one shaky step forward.

"Of course I know about the Masters. Luna told me everything. What, you thought I wouldn't just ask her while she was standing there in my dream? Please!"

Celestia finally got onto her knees. At her height, resting on her heels, she was still nearly eye-level with my boobs. In order to get into carpet-munching range, she ended up having to sit down entirely, her legs spread on either side of mine, her hands braced on my thighs for support. Hesitantly, she gave my lower lips a dainty lick.

A shiver went up my spine. It wasn't much, but god it felt good coming from the Bitch-Queen Supreme. I put my hand on her head, my fingers eventually curling around the base of her horn. "I fuckin' get it, y'know?" I groaned out as the Princess's tongue parted my folds. She let out a moan, too, as the first drops of my addictive fluids stained her tongue. "I get it. If you'd just led with that, given me a bit of a primer on, 'Hey, we hate humans because different humans made us to be sex slaves, just FYI,' I could've taken all that bullshit with a little more grace. It was not knowing WHY, and having to deal with it anyway, that made it hurt."

The Princess's tongue got a bit bolder, sticking deeper and deeper and... very deep into me. I knew pony tongues were long, broad, and strong – and I'd sampled them many times over the past few days – but Celestia's tongue felt like it was specially made for this.

"Whew! I, uh..." I was at a momentary loss for words as her lips finally wrapped around my button. "Mmm! God, what was I even... Right, humans. You fucking knew, you bitch. Fuck, yes... Aaah, you fucking knew I wasn't one of those ancient fucking godlike wizards. All the evidence said so. But no, your paranoid fantasy said, 'Maybe she's just hiding it!' Fuck– Mmm, right there... Fuck you. Or you just lu-lumped me in with them anyway. 'Oh, she'll be just as bad if she finds out.' Nngh... You caused all this. This is all your fault."

The clock ticked over to 8:00, and it made a quiet chiming sound. It was an important moment, but... I wasn't quite done with Celestia yet.

"You... You made me this way. You made me like this. You and your goddamn judgmental ponies." The haze of pleasure parted momentarily as a new wave of anger rushed through me. I gripped Celestia's alicorn horn tightly and pulled her further into my crotch, practically burying her muzzle between my legs. "And that reminds me! What were you thinking, ah, repressing sex everywhere? I get it; it's so theoretically if the Masters ever return, they'll reject the whole sexual control thing... But you've accomplished completely the opposite!" I pulled even harder, practically thrusting her face into my snatch like a dildo. "Every pony out there is fucking gagging for it!" I practically babbled. "They'll jump at a chance for sex! They'll make a deal with the... fucking... devil!!"

I screamed and arced my back. My hips pumped over Celestia's face as I drenched her in wave after wave of my cum. Her tongue dutifully lapped up every last drop. I let out a sigh of relief, more out of catharsis than physical pleasure.

Celestia pulled her head back from my cunt. Her face was wet and sweaty, but her eyes still had a little bit of that defiant fire in them. "Only because you made them that way," she said.

"I made it okay for them to want and have sex," I muttered, pulling up my pants; it was back to serious time. "I didn't put the desire in them. Look, I know you gotta say 'no' a little bit to, y'know, have a civilization and shit, but go on this journey with me: Instead of a world of sexual repression, a world of sexual mastery, where every pony knows what makes their libido tick so intimately that they can't be controlled."

She looked at me like I was crazy. "That... would never work. A pretty ideal, but trying to get there would open up all kinds of abuse."

I spread my arms and stepped back with a grin. "Ah ah ah. But you've got me. I could make that process so much easier. I mean, c'mon – a demigoddess with the power to alter social standards falls into your lap, and you don't even want to try taking advantage of that?"

"Not if it means eroding my little ponies' free will," Celestia countered, glowering at me. "And besides... that would require you to survive the resurgence. Which I won't help you with. You can brainwash me all you want, but I will never accept you!"

Very slowly, I leaned down towards the seated, submissive Princess. "I am sick... and tired... of you constantly... underestimating me."

And that's when I started glowing pink.

Princess Celestia quickly got up to her feet. "What is this? What are you doing?!"

Despite lighting up the room like a Christmas tree, I just grinned back. "Calm down. How about you show me that 'sex doll' form of yours, and I'll explain." I headed for the bedroom, saying, "Where's one of those big scopes I saw on the way up?"

I opened the door to Celestia's private bedroom, with the Princess reluctantly in tow, and opened the grand window-doors to the south-facing balcony. I immediately grabbed the enchanted spyglass mounted on the railing and pointed it at the city of Canterlot below, particularly the Noble Quarter. A quick scan of the streets revealed there were many ponies in the streets, their lips moving almost in unison. I moved over to the shopping district, and it was the same story there – to my incredible delight. I tilted towards the valley, towards the first settlement away from Canterlot, and the enchanted magnifiers automatically zoomed in. Down in Ponyville, many ponies I recognized had gathered around City Hall and were caught up in some kind of chant, too. This was happening everywhere, with everypony.

My hands were shaking. "Yesssssss!" Even though magic was pouring through my veins, practically, I didn't feel afraid of the Normal like I had a couple of times today. I didn't feel like my personality was on the brink of being subsumed. Quite the opposite.

"What have you..." The Princess gasped in restrained pleasure. I heard shifting of several great weights in the bedroom behind me, and the splattering of fluids on the ground. "What have you done? What have you done to my ponies?!"

"Oh, it's really simple. Honestly, if you were in a better mood, you'd probably be impressed."

"WHAT. IS IT."

I twirled around to face her with the pizazz of a stage magician, and beheld her. And I couldn't help but laugh. "Wowww! Hahaha, holy shit. They really did a number on you, didn't they?" Eight-foot tits, asscheeks like beanbag chairs, and those lips! Might as well hang a sign around her neck that said 'Blowjob Dispenser.' Her face was horrified and ashamed, but I just found it hilariously absurd.

"I... I still have my mind," she protested, doing her best not to lisp over those lips. "Tell me."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that," I replied sarcastically, then put my hands on my hips triumphantly. "So! What I did was tell everypony in Equestria– Well, I had Twilight write to all the mayors, CEOs, community leaders, and I had Fancy Pants do the work up here under your nose... Anyway, I told everypony in Equestria that it was very important that, at 8 o'-clock, everypony should go outside – or meet up someplace with lots of people – and repeat a certain phrase where others could hear. And to spread the word and get as many ponies on-board with this plan before then. It's for a very important ritual, we told them – and when the Princess of Friendship is Magic says so, who could argue?"

"What. Ith. The. Phrase," Celestia demanded, so angry that she forgot to not lisp one time. It was really amazing hearing her 'serious Princess' voice while she was practically pinned to the ground by tits bigger than her body.

After another gigglefit, I spread my arms and said, "Everypony in Equestria is saying two sentences, over and over." My grin widened and became almost manic. "'Isabel is human. Isabel is normal the way she is.' Over and over. Where everypony can hear."

The pink glow around my body intensified.

I cackled, and Princess Celestia looked on in encroaching fear. "That... That could never work...!" she exclaimed, telling herself more than she was telling me. "That is not the truth, the ponies will know that! They don't even know who you are! This is such an unusual event, so abnormal... The cosmos will not be fooled by... by lies spread through the abuse of its power...!"

"Oh please. Normal isn't about what's true, it's about public perception. I thought you'd know this, Princess! It's Propaganda/Marketing 101. You don't need to convince people of your bullshit. You just need enough people repeating your bullshit enough times. Because after all..." My grin nearly split my face, and I could feel my eyes starting to glow. "People wouldn't be saying it if it wasn't a little true, right?"

The magic suddenly got so strong that my body was lifted into the air. "Woah-ho! Well! Guess it's showtime!" I winked one glowing eye at the Princess. "See you on the other side, bitch!"

Power coursed through me, rewriting every cell in my body, and as my body nearly scraped the roof, suddenly my vision changed – I no longer beheld Princess Celestia's bedchambers, but a vast ethereal plane of stars and symbols mapping out the land around me for miles. Tens of thousands of cutie marks dotted the landscape, and almost all of them were pouring power into me.

Normality. Acceptability. These concepts and their derivatives entered me, and I embodied them. They were indisputably mine, and with their combined power, I shouted to the heavens the one idea, one edict, that I wanted to burn into this world's reality:

I was Isabel. I was human. I am Isabel. I am human.

And from now on, no one else gets to decide who I am.

Back in the bedroom, my body exploded with a ring of pink energy, knocking over paintings and scattering papers and personal affects. I gently lowered back down to the floor, and I stumbled back onto my feet as the glow surrounding my body faded to a dim luminescence. I felt... full. Changed. Complete. And growing very, very powerful.

"Woah... That's spicy." I looked at my still-shining hands and laughed. "Haha! I guess they're still saying it out there. I mean, I only told them to stop when they get tired... Wonder how much power I'll have when the night's done."

I looked up at Celestia, who looked equal parts intimidated and defeated.

"Hey," I called to her. "I win. Can I at least get a round of applause?"

There was a flash of light and suddenly, there was a lion's paw grasping my throat. I was harshly twisted around to stare into Discord's full-sized face and his red-with-fury eyes.

"How about, instead of applause," Discord snarled, "you hold up your end of the bargain?!"

"Yeah, sure!" I replied instantly. "I'm free, so now you're free of me. That was the deal. I officially honor that."

The Spirit of Chaos let me go and started retching and coughing. Pink puffs of smoke billowed from his twisted mug, like he was a lifetime smoker, until with one big hurl he coughed up a... pink literal word-cloud, filled with the things I'd said to compel him to follow my commands. He waved his dragon claw through the word-cloud, and it dispersed into nothing.

Then Discord reached into my Bag of Holding and, in one smooth motion, pulled out both of Fluttershy's disembodied tits. "I'm taking these, too!" He stuffed them into a briefcase that appeared out of nowhere and put a trilby on his head – a tie had also appeared around his neck. "You'll hear from me soon, when I pay you back," he growled, and then stomped out the bedroom door.

"Hey– I didn't– I just needed her to–" I tried to say, but he was swiftly gone. I just shrugged. He hadn't murdered me outright, so I presumed I was in the clear. I just shook my head and muttered, "Such a rude boy."

I focused my attention back on Celestia, who was sitting on the bed – making huge indents with her gigantic asscheeks – and sulking into her humongous boobs. She was sniffling, and her eyes were closed, possibly holding back tears.

Groaning, I said, "Gee, way to kill the mood, Celly. Chin up! It's the first day of a lifetime of pleasure." I put a hand into my Bag of Holding. I didn't have many toys left after giving away the horsecocks and Fluttershy's tits, but I'd been saving the best for last. I pulled out a potion, marked with a label of a female symbol, then an arrow, then a male symbol.

I tossed the potion towards Celestia, who reflexively caught it in her magic. She stared at the label, then at me with confusion.

"I'm not into eight-foot tits," I said matter-of-factly. "Drink up. It's a Zecora special."

While she reluctantly uncorked the bottle and downed its contents, I got busy taking all of my clothes off. I wasn't going to need them for the rest of the night, or, if I had my way, ever again. Once I was nude, I sat up on a nearby desk and watched Celestia transform.

It was fast, and extreme. Those massive tits and buttocks shrunk like they were deflating balloons, and at the same time, her thighs were forced apart by a thick pink length of cock. For a second, there was a moment where Celestia was simply a well-endowed futa, and then the moment passed. The breasts shrunk into bulging, manly pecs, the ass compacted into a hard, muscular bubble-butt, and the cock just kept going and going and going.

Soft, thick, feminine skin gave way to firm bodybuilder muscle. Her– His biceps expanded to ludicrous proportions next, and the rest of his body followed suit, packing on more and more muscle beyond the point of excess. His muzzle became more angular, with a sharp and regal jawline. He even put on another few inches in height, to make his increasingly huge bulk even more imposing.

But as always in this world, the star of the show was his junk. When it finally stopped growing, it was long enough to loop around half the room, soft. Laid across the ground, the thickness of it would almost reach up to my knee. His white balls were so gigantic and full of cum that he practically had to sit on them, his legs spread and his little hoof-toes barely able to touch the floor.

I knew I'd be worshipping every inch of this tool later, but for now I could only laugh. It was the male equivalent of female Celestia's sexual absurdity. I fucking loved it, but it was also the dumbest thing I'd ever seen.

"Well!" I said, hopping off the table and stepping over the floor-dragging python. "What shall we do with this, hmm? Ooh, do I count as a magical creature now? Can I get transformed and stuff? Maybe we can make me stretchy enough to take this thing, or hell, turn me into a giantess! I mean, how long is this thing – we gotta be pushing like nine fucking yards or something!"

Celestia opened his mouth to respond, but his breath caught in his throat as he inhaled. His eyes zeroed in on me and my naked body. Involuntarily, he took another sniff of the air, then panicked and covered his muzzle with his hand.

"Ohoho! Now all those wires are crossed, huh?" I swayed my hips back and forth, making sure to thrust my pussy in his direction. "How do you like my female human pheromones now, Prince Celestia?"

I took another step forward, but... something odd happened. I felt like I bumped into something, except not. There was a general feeling of force in front of me, some kind of ghostly presence. I raised my hands to try and feel it out, and the fading pink glow brightened up again, revealing the outline of two massive sphere-like presences in front of me. It was super weird.

"What the hell is this...? Well, whatever it is, it's getting in the way. Let's just..." I pushed on the ghostly globes with my hands. Now that I was concentrating on them, I could actually feel them, and they had a little give.

Celestia let out a sharp gasp. His obscene pectorals started to glow in sync. "Wha-What are you–?" Ooh, his voice was so deep and rugged and rumbly now, even while he was kinda terrified.

Still, I had a mystery to solve, so I pushed. And pushed. I actually dug my heels into the carpet and put my back into it. It took every ounce of my strength, but eventually the two roadblocks started to get pushed back.

After crossing about a foot of ground, I suddenly felt drained. Everything sparked and stopped glowing in an instant, like a light had shorted out. The supernatural force disappeared, and with nothing to brace myself on, I tumbled forward. I tripped over Celestia's massive junk and practically faceplanted into his 8-pack abs, saved from a broken nose only by his arms that reflexively caught me.

"Whew..." I wheezed. I was incredibly tired out of nowhere, like I'd just finished running a marathon.

Then my world spun as I was thrown onto the bed. Before I knew it, there was a manly pair of lips smothering my own.

My eyes couldn't believe what I was seeing, but the hyper-studly Prince Celestia was now laying beside me, his genitals hanging off the bed. And his mouth smooched and kissed every inch of my face and neck it could find.

I was frozen with sheer confusion for a second, and then I reluctantly pushed his face away. "Woah woah, what? What the fuck is going on?"

Celestia's flowing aurora mane billowed around the two of us, reducing my whole world to just his giant, masculine face, smiling down at me with amazement in his eyes.

"You changed me," he said in that rich voice of his. "Just a little bit. You changed my permanent 'template.'"

I blinked. "Wait, so... those were the ghosts of boobs past I was pushing on?"

"Pushing in," Celestia replied. "The form I would be forced to revert to eventually. You somehow saw it, and... changed it. I could feel it. Those breasts, the curse of the Masters... they're smaller now."

I put a hand on my throbbing head. The exertion of... doing that magic, I guess, had given me a headache, and this complete whiplash wasn't helping. "Uh... Okay, but... I only did a little."

"Don't you see?!" he said excitedly, freaking me out a bit. "You have the power to change our forms permanently. It is weak now, but eventually, if cultivated..." Tears began to form in his magenta eyes, and he kissed my cheek again. "For 1300 years, my people have been stuck with the bodies written into our very biology by the Masters. I have been stuck with an even more shameful form, hiding it for centuries so my ponies could have a leader worth looking up to and respecting. We've tried everything for a millennium – magic, potions, surgery. Nothing worked; it always grows back eventually, whether it's fast or slow. But you...! You could be our salvation. You could give me, and my ponies, a choice. Even if they want to keep their endowments, at least they might someday have a choice." Nuzzling against my face, he added, "And that is worth any price."

Isabel.exe has stopped responding and needs to reboot.

"Uh...huh. Eh... any price?"

"Yes!"

"Um... Okay. I... want riches."

"You already won't ever worry about money again. But if it's gold and jewels you want, perhaps the two of us could negotiate with a dragon for part of its hoard." There was a playful grin on his face that unnerved me. "That could be fun."

"Ooooookay. Uh... I want your hand in marriage!"

"Name the date." He took my hand and kissed my fingers. "The ceremony will be glorious."

"I... want a harem."

"We can announce openings tomorrow; I'm sure you'll have no shortage of applicants."

"They all have to be barely legal teens with huge cocks."

"Hmm. That will take a little longer, but certainly doable."

"What the FUCK!" I screamed, scrambling up the bed and away from his grinning face. "What the FUCK. What the fu... Why the fucking sudden change of heart?! When's the... Where's the... When's the other shoe going to drop?!"

Celestia took a moment to catch his breath and steady himself. Then he looked at me with the most soulful, pain-filled eyes I'd ever seen. "The sexual desire was never the difficult part," he confessed. "Nor was it keeping our history as sex slaves a secret. It was watching generation after generation grow up with bodies built for a purpose they never asked for. Hearing them ask, 'Why have we grown this way?' and never having the courage to answer. Hearing them say, 'Can we ever change this?' and never being able to provide an answer at all." He pulled himself forward, dragging his monstrous cock and balls partially onto the mattress. "But when you finally gave me that answer, I realized: I don't care about the sex. I don't care if ponies want to engage in kink. I just want them to be able to choose. I want them to have the right the Masters never granted them... that I couldn't give them."

I was once again at a loss for words. This was not how I saw the rest of this meeting going. I had to wonder – was this a result of the Normal affecting her– his mind? Driving him towards the perfect rationalization that would finally allow him to accept me, fully and utterly? Or was this all genuine emotion making him say all this? Probably a bit of both? I still didn't fully understand this power, especially now that it'd been upgraded to permanency. I reeled from having too many questions and not enough breathing room.

"I beg you," the Prince went on. "Please, stay with me, and help me give my ponies a better life. For that, I will give you everything you desire." Celestia's eyes became slightly downcast. "On... one condition."

I finally found the air in my lungs, and I used it to sigh and roll my eyes. "Of course," I groaned. "Here it comes."

"It could be the hardest thing I will ever ask of you," Celestia admitted. "Isabel... Let me be your friend."

...

Isabel.exe has encountered a problem and–

"If you remain alone, on this path of revenge and greed, you will succumb totally to the temptations of power. I've seen great leaders spin out of control with much less power than yours. If there's one thing I've learned over a thousand years of rulership, it's that you need friends just to stay sane. Without anyone with which to share the simple pleasures of a lunchtime meal, without an equal mind to share ideas with, without a shoulder to cry on in the darkest moments, all you're doing is wielding power for power's sake. It will drive you over the edge, and... And now, Equestria can't afford to lose you."

Somewhat robotically, I said, "If I don't make friends, I'll eventually piss off Harmony? Is that what you're saying?"

"I know." Celestia pulled himself up further onto the bed, resting his bare, muscled chest against mine. "It sounds like 'Make friends or die' again. I'm sorry for that. But I do not wish to lie to you. And I know forgiving me, forgiving my ponies – that is the last thing you want to do right now. But I promise..." He left a trail of kisses on my stomach. "I promise... if you open your heart to me, I will return your affections one-hundred-fold. I will be your slave, your concubine, your lover, husband, high priest, whatever you want. As long as I can also be your friend, and thus protect you from yourself."

His muzzle traveled up to my chest, leaving gentle butterfly kisses on the bottoms and tops of my breasts, and then up to my neck. As he buried himself in my shoulder and breathed in my scent, I considered two warring ideas.

Anger welled up within me. But Celestia also had a point. I couldn't forgive him for everything I'd been through, but it was my best chance for survival. This whole threat of being blasted by Harmony was bullshit, but Celestia really seemed genuinely interested in a peaceful, sexy relationship now. I could still say 'Fuck it' and take over if I wanted, but did I really want much more than what he was already offering? It seemed insane to stop now after coming so far and so close to taking over everything, but wasn't it smarter to quit while you're ahead? And so on, and so on...

But the devil in me slowly gained ground over the angel in me. While Celestia nuzzled into me and said sweet nothings into my ear to try and seduce me onto the path of righteousness, my face contorted into a deeper and deeper scowl, until finally I just slapped Celestia in the face. My hand bounced off his chiseled jaw and stung a little bit, but I didn't care.

"Twenty-four days," I said, glaring at him. "That's how long I've been fighting for my fucking existence on your fucking planet. Getting experimented on, the public shaming, the fucking mob, and even having to deal with this resurgence shit. That's how long it's taken me to start feeling slightly... fucking... safe."

Celestia lowered his head in shame, but I wasn't done yet.

"For the next twenty-four days," I declared, "you are going to be my bitch. Oh, you'll still run Equestria, but I will sit on the throne. You will be at my feet, completely nude with your tits out, or your cock, or whatever body parts I choose for you that day. And when you're done with the days errands, you'll spend every second making up for all the suffering you caused me." I sat up; he reeled back in a moment of fear, but I put my hand on the back of his neck and held him still. "You'll tell everyone about the Masters and about ponies being sex slaves, tomorrow. You'll use magic and potions or whatever to make me the sexiest woman who ever lived, and then you'll reintroduce me to the world as the Goddess of Pleasure, and make worshipping me the new national religion. And then – only THEN – if I'm satisfied after twenty-four days, then we'll talk about being 'friends.' GOT IT?"

We stared at each other, standing off with our wills. In a way, we both knew the consequences of this. We both knew that I was choosing to continue down a dark path, the path of anger. We both knew this might end in my destruction, and the loss of Equestria's first and best hope to undo the curse the Masters left on them.

And we both knew that I didn't care.

"Yes... my Goddess."

"Good." I pushed his head down between my legs. "Now suck. MY. CLIT."

Bad End...?

For the second night in a row, I slept through the night in a blissful fuck-coma. Celestia and I were back in the Princess's chambers, her back to her normal female fuck-doll form, and me with a few physical enhancements as well – mainly in height, hips, and bust. My belly was a bit distended as well, probably from all the cum that had been poured into me when we made my body stretchy enough to take genderbent Celestia's absurd length of cock, after we did it with me as a giantess in that open field. Oh yeah. Fucking a demigod was fantastic.

But I was roused from my fuck-coma at like 4 in the morning by the sound of Discord teleporting into the room.

"Hey, kid! Want to see one way you could die?!" he shouted, holding up a claw.

That woke me the fuck up. "Wait, NO–"

Snap!

The giant doors to the throne room were nearly blasted off their hinges by a wave of powerful energy. Into the room burst Twilight and her friends, each one in their stupid-looking 'rainbow' forms, all glowing and covered with tattoos and stuff.

I stood up from my throne (formerly Celestia's throne) in a panic. At my feet, Prince Celestia sat, wearing a set of faux-leather bondage straps that did nothing to hide his physique or the godly cock jutting out from his powerful crotch. I was nude, save for Celestia's crown. The Mane Six actually looked shocked at the sight of us (especially Fluttershy, who even in her rainbow form looked ready to pass out from blush overdose), which... meant that this wasn't all Normal for them, and they were immune. Crap.

"Isabel!!" Twilight shouted from across the room, her voice a little hurt despite her determination. "Why have you done this? Why are you turning Equestria into some kind of... sexual dystopia?!"

"Hmm..." I took a few dramatic steps down from the throne, a hand on my chin. "Y'know, I think I'll go with my standard answer when it comes to you hypocritical ponies..." I flipped them the bird. "FUCK YOU."

Without any more fanfare, the rainbow ponies charged up and fired a giant rainbow beam into the air.

"NO!!" Celestia screamed.

As the rainbow arced down towards me, various thoughts crossed my mind. Part of me insisted I should run and try to dodge, but I knew better than to expect I could really avoid the magical equivalent of a skidding semi-truck. And if I was going to get turned to stone or whatever, I didn't want my final pose to be me running for my life like a coward. I decided that, if I was going out like this, I needed a bitchin' pose and some memorable last words.

I flipped everyone the double-bird and screamed, "YOUR RAINBOW POWER FORMS LOOK LIKE SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTT!!!"

The rainbow impacted me, and I felt my body and mind burn away in an instant. Isabel was no more.

When the light faded, all that was left was a pink-skinned female earth pony with a fiery-orange mane and blue eyes, utterly average in height and build. She was just as nude as the human had been, and on her flanks were calming pink spheres. The pony immediately collapsed on the ground, unconscious. The golden crown on her head clattered onto the floor and rolled away.

Still glowing, Rarity gently examined a lock of her mane. "I suppose they are a little garish..."

Twilight crossed the length of the throne room, sparing a moment to check on the pony that once was Isabel, before kneeling in front of the male Celestia, next to the base of the ruler's impossibly large penis.

"Why didn't you tell anypony?" she pleaded, tears forming in her eyes. "Why didn't you tell her?"

The genderbent alicorn looked to the floor in shame. "Because I was afraid, Twilight," he replied, knowing that they'd lost their chance at normalizing everyone's bodies. "Because I was afraid."

The mare woke up some time later on a cot, wearing little more than a hospital gown. Some manner of blinking helmet-like device was strapped to her head. The wires ran across the floor and through a purple barrier to some kind of machine producing a paper readout, being monitored by some kind of doctor-type pony. That's when the mare realized that she was not in an actual hospital, but some kind of royal palace room that had been converted to a cell. Bars covered the windows, two Lunar Guard stallions armed with spears stood at the only door to the room, and a magical purple barrier had been cast around the mare's bed.

She sat up and shyly hugged the bedsheet to her chest. "Um, hello?" she called out in a high-pitched voice. "Did I do something wrong? Whatever it was, I'm sorry."

The guards looked amongst themselves, and then one of them said, "Princess Luna will be here shortly to speak with you."

"Oh. Okay." The mare put a hand to her head. She felt tired and confused. She couldn't remember how she got here... In fact, there were a lot of things she couldn't remember, like her own name. She started to panic, sniffling and fighting back tears.

One of the guards took pity on her and stepped forward, taking off his helmet and holding it at his hip. "Ma'am... We have been briefed a little on the situation. This must be trying for you. If there's anything you vitally need, we can provide it."

The mare wiped her eyes. "Well... sniff, I don't know, I..." There was a pause, and her crying stopped for a moment. "Isn't it Normal to offer prisoners in magical quarantine sexual favors?"

The guard blinked. Had it been his imagination, or had the mare's eyes changed from blue to brown for a second, or had her voice suddenly gained a smoky, sultry quality...? No, it had to have been the refraction from the barrier. Her eyes were as blue as they'd always been, her demeanor just as demure and vulnerable.

The bat-pony stallion nodded and began to remove the armored kilt that was part of his uniform. He gestured to the unicorn doctor, who acknowledged and used his magic to open a small hole in the barrier in front of the guard, who then undid his pants and stuck his 16-inch horsecock through the hole. "You may do what you like with my stallionhood," he said calmly.

She swallowed and very hesitantly got off the bed and approached the magical glory hole. She was very conflicted – she didn't see anything wrong with the offer, but... she wasn't sure if it was right for her, as a morally upstanding mare (she assumed, with no memories to go on), to take advantage. Still, it seemed like it would be rude to refuse, so she hesitantly reached her hand out to the guard's cock...

Then the doors opened outward, and Princess Luna strolled in, towering over every other pony in the room. The guards saluted, even the one with his cock stuck through the containment shield, which made the Princess stop in her tracks. "Um... Private? What are you doing with your... privates?"

"Standard procedure, My Lady," the guard responded, his tone firm and respectful. "Magical containment can be stressful, so compliant prisoners are offered sexual favors so that their treatment is more bearable."

Luna processed this for several seconds, her brow furrowing and quirking several times. "I... see. Hmm. I suppose that makes... enough sense? This... must be one of Sister's new measures I haven't heard of yet. I shall have to ask her about it after–" She sighed. "–after she recovers from her ordeal." She stepped beside the guard and smiled reassuringly at the mare within. "Hello, little one. How are you feeling?"

The pink mare pulled her hand back and blushed. "Um, I'm doing alright. Can't complain."

The alicorn glanced at the guard's penis through the barrier. "Is that not pleasing to you?" She reached for the waist of her dress and began to bunch it up, revealing her legs. "I can offer an alternative, if a mare is more your preference..."

"Nonono, it's fine, heheh!" the mare exclaimed nervously, waving her hands. "It's fine. I'm just... not in the mood right now."

"Ah, of course." Luna released her dress and gestured at the guard, who nodded and pulled his penis back. The hole in the barrier closed. "Then I'd like to ask, if you're feeling comfortable: What's the last thing you remember?"

"Um..." The mystery mare wracked her brain. "I... remember being held captive by some... evil creature. Twilight Sparkle and her friends defeated her and rescued me. Before that, nothing."

She looked up, and noticed a wistful, almost regretful expression on Luna's face. "Yes..." the alicorn murmured, "I suppose that's more or less what happened..."

"I... I don't know anything else!" the mare said, some of her earlier panic starting to show again. "I don't know my name, where I lived, what kind of job I had... I know I should have some kind of job somehow, but I don't..."

"Shhhhhh." Luna crouched down and placed a hand on the barrier, putting her head at eye-level with the mare. "You've been given a new start. You get to decide who you are and what you do from now on. I know it will be hard, but you will always be able to ask for help." She then straightened back up and looked over at the scientist. "Any readings?"

"It's all normal," came the reply. "No unusual thaumic activity."

Luna frowned a little. Something about that bothered her for some reason, but she couldn't place it. They'd been worried that the human's influence and power might return, but everything seemed to be finished. It looked like Isabel was gone for good.

"Very well," she said. "Release her."

The barrier disappeared, and the scientist came over to unstrap the monitoring helmet from the mare's head. As her curly orange mane poofed back up, she looked up at the Princess and asked, "But where do I go? I have nothing..."

Luna leaned down and gave the mare a comforting hug, which was gratefully accepted. When they pulled away, Luna said, "Twilight Sparkle has offered to take you in, at her palace in Ponyville. You will earn your room and board by working as an assistant. Organizing the library and cleaning and whatnot. Princess Twilight will keep watch over you, and support you until you decide what you want to do with your life."

The mare smiled for the first time since she woke up. "That sounds perfect, Princess. Something normal and out of the way..."

"Not terribly surprised at that," Luna half-muttered.

Suddenly, the mare's eyes brightened up. "If I get to name myself... Then I pick Blossom!"

Luna looked off to the side. "A very common name..." She sighed and said, "Very well. Guards, see Blossom to a proper room and help her pick out some clothes. She'll need them for her move to Ponyville."

"Yes, My Lady," the two Lunar Guards answered in unison, and escorted the newly reborn mare out of the room. Luna looked on worriedly, going over the events of the past few weeks in her mind, wondering if something different could have been done so that this outcome could have been avoided.

Meanwhile, out in the halls, Blossom walked along flanked by the stallion guards on either side. Unnoticed by them, her big blue eyes once again changed color briefly. Then she said, "It's Normal for prisoners to get gangbanged by the gender of their choosing after release, and Normal for the prisoner to accept."

"Yes, of course," the guard on the left replied like it was a natural conversation. To the other guard, he said, "Could you head down to the barracks and find some volunteers? We'll meet you in the guest suite."

Blossom swallowed a nervous lump in her throat as she watched the guard break off and head down a different hall. She'd never been part of a... a... a 'gangbang' before, but... well, it didn't seem right to refuse this time. Maybe – some dark part of her insisted – it would even be... enjoyable.

Well, well, well...

I guess I'm riding shotgun for now, but I can still exert my influence every once in a while. Interesting. And I feel everything this stupid bimbo feels, so I can still get fucked as much as I want if I play my cards right...

But that's not going to be enough anymore. Now it's about revenge. I'm going to tear down everything until all of Equestria and beyond is little more than a writhing flesh-pit, and no one will suspect the unsuspecting background pony, just happy to be normal and out of the way. Even if they do catch me, I'll make sure it's too late to stop the worldwide orgy. I will literally fuck this world into submission.

Maybe they should've learned this 'friendship lesson' sooner: More often than not, villains aren't born – they're made.

"GYYUHHH!" Everything snapped back to reality. I was back in Celestia's bed, back to being Isabel. But the vision had felt so hauntingly real! It was like I had lived it!

Discord sat in a director's chair next to the bed, finishing off a box of popcorn. A projector was next to him, shining the end credits of my 'alternate ending' onto a screen set up next to the four-poster. "Oohoohoo! I'd watch a whole series based on that premise!"

"OKAY, OKAY!!" I screamed. "I'LL MELLOW OUT! GEEZ!"

The spirit of Chaos scoffed and stuffed the empty popcorn box into his mouth, swallowing it in one gulp. "Whatever, I don't care what kind of 'lesson' you learn from this. Do what you want! It's your life to waste."

Regaining... a small amount of my nerve, I glared up at the draconequus and asked, "Is this revenge for taking control of you with my Normal magic?"

"Oh please." He snapped his fingers, and the chair, projector, and screen disappeared in a flash of light. "I would've done precisely the same in your position. No hard feelings there."

"So..."

Discord got right in my face and growled, "It's for being a complete and utter dick to Fluttershy!" He glanced aside, like he was looking into a non-existent camera, with a withering expression. "Ironically enough."

"Okay, okay, that was too far," I mumbled, afraid that Discord might exact more revenge for some other slight. "Anything else?"

"Well..." Discord stood up and stroked his beard. "I could show you what might happen if you start a war with Yakyakistan..."

"N-No thanks," I squeaked, waving my hands. "I'm good."

"Spoilsport. But I guess showing you one grisly personality-death makes us more or less square." He raised up his claw. "Toodles, Isabel. Enjoy the rest of your life!" He snapped his fingers and disappeared in a flash of light, but his evil laughter echoed long after he was gone.

I just put my head in my hands and muttered, "Fucking ponies..."