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