Bottomless Party

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..."