Chapters Scootaloo walked out of Sugarcube corner, waving to Pinkie and Discord she did so. They’d been the last three to leave her eighteenth birthday party, which had been wonderful. Rainbow Dash told her how well she had grown, Twilight said she’d managed to become well rounded, and not just brash, and even Discord had said a few nice things to her, even if he poked fun at her lack of… assets. She didn’t care that she didn’t have tits or ass though, not today.
Besides, he’d still given her a nice, pink bracelet, and while it wasn’t her style, she’d at least wear it home. You know, not be rude and what not. Besides, it felt… nice. It was hard to explain, but he’d said that the bracelet was a good charm. Something to help her find happiness.
All it did for now was bring her calm, but she didn’t see the energy moving through her. How her whiite shirt shrank up her body, coming to show off her midrift, or how her shorts tightened around her tiny, firm ass. She felt it a little, along with a bit of heat at her collar, but she guessed that that was just from the warm, summer night.
What was more uncomfortable was how her underwear was beginning to wedge into her slit, grinding itself against her folds with each step. She didn’t wear any sort of tight panties, so they didn’t normally ride up like this. It did feel so good though…
She put a hand on her head, breathing hard already, unable to notice as her chest got tight. She wore a bra, sure, though it was barely anything. She didn’t need one, after all. Not with her tiny nubs. That did make it stick to her when she began to sweat, and she was definitely doing that. It wasn’t too bad though. She just needed to make it home. Relax and take it easy.
It was when her bra snapped into two from her tits having gone up two sizes when she realized there was a problem. She was changing. Why was she changing? Her hands reached back, feeling a much rounder, but still firm ass there with her jean shorts beginning to rip slightly from its mass.
She also finally saw why her underwear had ridden up like it had, as it now was a set of thin strings reaching up to above her waist. The red thong had somehow pulled itself up, wedging itself firmly there, and that was why she was getting such a nice heat from every step. ‘No! What am I thinking? I-I need to get home. O-or maybe Twilight’s? Yeah, she can help me.’
She looked back up, not realizing that her hands stayed on her ass. It continued to massage the tender muscle, enjoying the feel of the strong flesh. Yeah, it was exactly the sort she knew a stallion would love to ram his cock into. She even bet with her co-ordination she could really clamp down once he was in there.
‘Scootaloo, you need to stop. This isn’t you. Just… Just get to Twilight’s…’ She looked around herself, not quite sure where Twilight’s would be. What type of house did she live in? She was a princess, so maybe a castle? Yeah, yeah, the castle. She needed to get to the castle. So long as she could find it.
She looked around herself, before her chest blossomed with a deep, carnal need. She licked her lips as she looked at Thunderlane drunkenly stumbling down the street. He was older, probably well experienced in just how to fuck a little slut like her. ‘No, not a slut. I-I’m not. J-just… Just ask him for directions.’
She walked up towards him, her hands putting themselves on the top of her breasts. They were there to help cool her down, she told herself, but at this point, they only made the problem with her tiny, white shirt more of a problem. See, her breasts hadn’t stopped at C cup. No, they were well on their way to being the size of her head and bounced with each of her steps.
And, as Thunderlane got to see as she came up to him and grabbed his arm, the white cloth covered only the top of her breasts, while her large, purple nipples were fully erect and on display. Scootaloo pulled him close, her body craving his touch as she let his arm sink into her breasts. ‘H-Hey, Th-Thunderlane, how are you doing?”
In his drunken state, he didn’t question what was going on, so he reached up, happy to enjoy the available set of tits that had been given to him. His hands sunk into the soft, yielding flesh, and the mare whore that had come to him gave out the best sounds from it. If he didn’t know better, he would bet that she had just cum. “Pretty good. How much is it to get more than these?”
‘Does he think I’m some sort of whore? Why would I ever charge to be able to get his cock? I’d much rather pay him for the privilege to suck it.’ There was a part of Scootaloo’s mind that screamed for her to wake up, but it was drowned out by the last bit of ripping for her clothes. Her as slowly came through her jean shorts, stretching the seams as more and more holes appeared in it. The poor fabric had no chance in the world of surviving the stress, and fell to the ground as rags as she reached over and grabbed Thunderlane’s large bulge.
It was big. She’d never gotten to have a cock inside of her before, a fact she found just, like, depressing you know. I mean, how could a mare go eighteen years of her life without the bliss she knew a giant cock like his could give them? It was a total bummer.
She began to stroke it, panting as she pressed against him. She could have taken him right then, but she had a better thought. “It’s free, no matter what, but I’ll wait at my place if you know any cocks like yours that can fuck me to. That would be amazing. Please, it’s my birthday after all.”
Thunderlane’s eyes widened as he grunted, her rough handjob, even through his pants, was a hell of a lot better than his own hand, and it’d been a long time since he’d been able to find some real release. “Oh, I bet I could round up a few guys to give you the rutting you deserve. Just let me take a picture of you, and I bet they’ll come running. Though…”
Discord smiled as he saw the text from Thunderlane. It exclaimed about the best little whore in Ponyville who was open for free at her house for anyone to come. She even gave him a handjob in public.
And the picture showed Scootaloo with her hands up, both with the peace sign showing. She was smiling brightly, which fit for how overjoyed she must have been. Her tits her on full display, with the firm breasts defying physics because they were probably half the size of her torso, with thick nipples you could fuck that dripped a white liquid. Well, at least, he could tell because he ignored the load Thunderlane must have sprayed over her tits.
Complete with her red thong and drenched thighs, Discord could say he was quite happy with his work, and grabbed his coat to go enjoy the fruits of his charm.
1
Scootaloo’s lips pressed against Thunderlane’s cock, her body shaking as laid flaccid between his thighs. She’d been there maybe a minute now, and she was aching. It was like, the best aching in her life though. Like, she didn’t even know how to describe it. Maybe like Celestia had given her a new cutie mark? No, she didn’t have a cock.
Her tongue came out, and she could feel her juices leak a bit more from between her own thighs at the taste. This was a cock. She finally had a cock. Why hadn’t she had one before now? Why had she waited? Oh, how stupid she’d been before not to show proper worship to this hot rod.
She let out a long, deep moan as she opened her mouth, sinking all ten inches of him into her throat like an expert. It hurt a little, sure, but the pleasure drowned it out in an instant. In fact, when she would think back on it, she wouldn’t remember it. She’d remember none of the pain from that night in fact. At least, none of it that didn’t just turn her on harder.
Her lips kissed the base of his hot, throbbing member, and one of her hands sank into her drenched cunt as her eyes rolled back a little. She could barely breath now, but she didn’t care. Not when the little air she could breathe in brought in the thick, disgusting musk of Thunderlane’s cock.
She began to pull back, but his hand stopped him, forcing her back to his base. He then ordered her to look up at him, something she gladly did when she noticed that he was holding his phone. She even tried smiling, knowing that doing so would help her finally get the cock she so desperately needed between her legs.
2
The door opened behind her as she began to get to bob her head back and forth on Thunderlane. It felt so right for her to taste his hot, throbbing member, that it was like… perfect. Yeah, that was all it was, though she hoped the night would get more perfect. Was that a thing? She hoped.
As she felt strong, callused fingers against her pussy, she knew that it was true. They were rough against her, shoving three of them in immediately. The voice even praised her cunt, which was the best thing in the world for her. To know that a cock liked her body. Yeah, that would spread word of her, and she’d get more cock then.
Thunderlane began to really tremble as her tongue coiled around his shaft. Her body shook in response, giddy as she hoped she was right in what the trembling meant. Her body needed it, almost as much as she needed the other voice to stop teasing her. She was even pressing back against his fingers, so why couldn’t he get that she needed more?
She whimpered against Thunderlane, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Maybe if she tried to let him know, he could help her. It seemed to work, as he laughed to the other guy about how good of a whore she was. Hearing the term for her, that she was just some filthy mare that needed cock like this, it was good .
Not as good as the cock that slammed into her cunt though.
Scootaloo almost screamed as the second stallion’s first three inches spread out her tight, virgin cunt. It wasn’t out of pain though, and the second stallion shouted from what it truly was.
Pure ecstasy, especially as every last muscle in her tightened around the stallion’s tip. Apparently though, the deep, loud moan was the last straw for Thunderlane too, who grabbed her by the back of the head and slammed her back against his base. Her eyes rolled back as her orgasm rolled right into the next one, along with Thunderlane’s.
His cum was better than his cock. His cum was better than air. Better than life. No, cum, any cum, was her life. It was like, all she knew. All she needed. All she wanted. How she hadn’t known this before seemed insane to her. Why hadn’t Rainbow taught her this? Like, her star must get fifteen cocks a night with how awesome she is! Why hadn’t she ever given her some?
She couldn’t dwell on it long. The thick stream of hot semen was hard to swallow, but she wouldn’t dare waste a drop. It was made even harder by the second stallion’s grunts. How he kept pushing into her, stretching her tight cunt further and further, invading her like nopony had before. Filling her like a good mare.
She moaned around Thunderlane’s hard cock as the sounds of her juices sloshing in and out of her and pouring onto the floor beneath her thighs, filled her ears. She didn’t know if she would stop cumming, not while she had such wonderful cocks to fuck her. Not that she wanted to stop, especially with how they talked about her orgasms.
The next thing to happen was Thunderlane telling her to put her hands on the bed, something she eagerly did as he got up. She wanted to keep sucking on his cock, but he said he had better plans. He only hoped that it wasn’t too tight.
3
While Thunderlane moved, a new cock appeared in front of her. Now, Thunderlane had been pretty big, she thought, but this… This was a god’s cock. This was a cock that all mares should worship. A cock that should never be hidden, and she almost shouldn’t touch.
Almost.
Her tongue ran along its yellow, two foot length, her body shaking as a sweet, honey scent came off of it, mixed with a deep, primal scent. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she almost didn’t notice the hands that squeezed her giant ass. She was beginning to put a thought together. A real one. An important one.
She looked up to Discord’s wide smile, and whispered, “Thank you, master.”
He smiled back, before his big, strong hands, one soft and all encompassing on her massive breast, while the other sharp, digging into the other, pulled them up. They were uncaring, but of course they were. He owned all of her, so he should be allowed to treat her as a proper fucktoy, Not that she would tell any stallion not to.
He dropped them around his cock, still allowing a good foot of it to show between them as he continued to squeeze and toy with her chest. She could feel her milk spreading from her tits as they were pressed against his thighs, and she knew she would need to clean it up like a good slut. She wouldn’t be happier to.
And then, as her lips came over his tip, something that almost forced her to break her jaw to do, Thunderlane came back into her.
She’d never thought about it. She was so dumb not to think about it. Like, why wasn’t that the first hole she’d tried out? She’d never touched it, had anything in there, and…
Discord smiled as the light faded from Scootaloo’s eyes. It was too much for his first whore. The first mare he had ever made into just some cock fiend. He couldn’t blame her though, not while the two stallions at the other end of the bed continued to curse about just how good she was.
He would just enjoy her still working mouth and tits, and maybe partake in the rest, all while he thought about what to do next.
Author's Note
If you haven't looked at the description yet, I suggest you possibly should.
Sweetie Belle smiled at herself as she stood in front of her mirror. Scootaloo had just stopped by with an early morning present. Apparently it was a gift she’d gotten last night, but Sweetie didn’t blame Scoots for not wanting such a beautiful, necklace. Especially not with the pink jewel in the middle. Against her white fur though, it looked great.
She put her hands on her large, round breasts as she smiled at her own image. It was just after sunrise, so the first rays of the morning sun were coming through the window outside. That also meant that Sweetie Belle was still in her normal night wear: a thin pair of white panties, and a lacy, soft bra over her huge breasts.
Actually, now, looking at her chest, she frowned. Had Scootaloo been stacked this morning? Like… as much as her stacked? She shook her head. No, that was impossible. Scootaloo was almost as flat as a board while Sweetie Belle had knockers that any stallion in Equestria would like to fuck.
She stood rigid for a moment, blinking at the thought. She hadn’t actually thought that right. Sweetie knew she’d had momentary thoughts like that of course, but not usually this… randomly. It was usually while she was in bed, reading one of Rarity’s stories while she masturbated. Not when she was just admiring how great her body was. How hot her body was. How much she would love to suck on her own nipples.
Her face turned bright red. She couldn’t do something like that, not while she was in Carousal Boutique… could she? She was a little heated though, and what would Rarity think if she could smell her arousal at the breakfast table? Oh, no, she couldn’t possibly do that to her sister.
At least, that’s what she told herself as the back of her bra began to stretch out.
She ran her hands along her stomach, letting her digits sink into her soft flesh. She was still hesitating, but she could see herself doing every motion to herself. How she was touching herself. Touching her smooth, hot body.
She bit into her lip as two of her finger pressed against her clit through her underwear. It was so sensitive, probably from how little attention she paid to it. Why she did, she didn’t know. It was indecent to play with yourself, sure, but so many of the mares in Rarity’s novels did it all the time, and they always said it was so good. In fact, Sweetie had always envied them for that. To be able to just relax and enjoy themselves.
She slipped her hands back to the sides of her thighs, grabbing the sides of her underwear. They were already a little torn though, and she looked down. Her thighs, her wonderful, hourglass thighs had widened, and she shook her ass in the mirror. It was so soft, so jiggly. Her hands sank into it as she bent down, trying, hoping…
Rip. Pop!
The second one came as a surprise. She hadn’t expected her bra to come undone, but she didn’t mind. Not as her giant, beautiful breasts swayed in her face. And now… Now they were bigger than Rarity’s! Oh, she couldn’t believe her luck! Whatever was going on was great if it was able to do that!
And, better yet, she could feel it continue to grow. How her breasts got heavier and heavier, and something sloshed in them.
She breathed heavily as she grabbed their base, watching herself as she pushed forward. The milk began slowly, but as a second set of hands helped, it gushed out of her, coating the mirror as they began to get pulled, pushed, twisted, and she began to orgasm.
Sweetie looked back at Discord, who was thoroughly enjoying himself, and he grinned back. “I thought it would take a little longer, but you’re a natural little slut, aren’t you?”
She shook and gasped. His eyes wanted her. He wanted her. She was wanted. She was beautiful.
She looked back at herself in the mirror, with thighs twice the width of her stomach, and boobs that reached down to her pussy as Discord pulled them down.
Just like the mares in Rarity’s books. Mares that every stallion… No, everypony wanted to be with. Mares that got everyone’s attention, and could never be overlooked.
She moaned as her second orgasm came from Discord beginning to suck on her breasts, and her legs gave out. She quickly spread them for Discord though, a bit to his surprise.
Sweetie knew this wouldn’t work though, not if she wanted all of Equestria to be able to enjoy her body like she wanted them to. Like she’d always wanted them to.
Octavia opened up a small package in her staging room. It’d been left by Sweetie Belle apparently, a final piece to her dress from Rarity that she was showcasing tonight. And… yeah, it looked like it did belong with her dress. Then again, a Treble Clef brooch could really go with any of her things she thought as she pinned it over her breast.
She then grabbed her bow and left the room. The show was in only a few minutes, and she needed to get on stage. It was an important one too. It wasn’t a big show, but the few ponies that would be there were influential in the music world, so she would need to play her best. Show them the sort of musician she wished to be known as.
That was part of why she had commissioned a new dress from Rarity. It was simple and elegant, hugging her body with its black, satin cloth. It was cut to the hip, which was a more provocative look, but the simplicity of it was akin to normal classical musicians. After all, Vinyl had affected her music by being her roommate, so it was always classical with a touch of modern flair.
‘Now if only I’d ever thought of a way to add sex to it.’ The thought made Octavia smirk as she dismissed it. It was silly of course, as a cello was rather hard to make sex anthems on. You wanted louder base, like the sort that Vinyl played, especially at the topless clubs she went to. Octavia’s music wasn’t really for places like that.
No, they were meant to be more sophisticated, she thought as she stepped onto the stage. The curtains were closed still, with it being dark still back here. She could see her cello, along with a silhouetted figure standing next to it. She couldn’t make out much about the pony, except that whoever the mare was, she had a rather impressive figure, as she could tell even like this that she must have giant breasts, along with huge thighs, much larger than even Octavia’s!
And… it was Sweetie Belle, wearing a loose fitting robe. The eighteen year old mare didn’t hide anything with it, but how could she? Her nipples were large and erect, dripping with white milk as they bounced on her chest. Her chest swayed with her movements, something that happened when they made up maybe a quarter of her total mass.
And for Octavia, seeing another mare like this, it made her whole body heat up. Her tongue pulled itself out of her mouth for a moment, wanting to coil around those breasts. Her free hand gripped the air, wanting at those soft flanks, and… and…
She swallowed hard as she took a step back. “S-Sweetie, what are you doing here?”
Sweetie stepped forward, reaching up and grabbing between Octavia’s legs. The musical mare jumped at the sudden touch, but it wasn’t for the reason she thought it should be. It was because of how good it was. How much she needed the hand there, and she barely stifled her moan as Sweetie’s breasts pressed against Octavia’s.
“I got told by a good friend of mine how much you loved mares, and I couldn’t think of a better way to come out to the world than with another wonderful mare that the whole world should know. So, I came to help. You don’t mind, right?”
Octavia couldn’t speak as her body lit up like a candle from Sweetie’s aggressive hand. It only became worse as Sweetie grabbed her breast. They’d always been sensitive, but now… now she thought she might cum from just this. Did she really need a mare this badly? Sure, she’d been with ponies before, but never a mare. Not even when she caught Vinyl coming out of the shower, water glistening on her smooth body. Her small breasts being perky in the light…
Octavia leaned in, sucking on Sweetie’s neck to stifle her next moan. She… She had a minute. She would get off, and then Sweetie would go. Yeah… Yeah, that would work. That would make it better. She just needed her fill.
Octavia’s hands went up onto Sweetie’s breasts squeezing the gargantuan mounds as she sucked harder onto the other mare. They were so soft, and the whore’s milk slathered itself onto her hands. Would the milk show up on her dress? Would the crowd be able to smell her ecstasy? Would a mare in the crowd get aroused by it?
Sweetie could feel Octavia shake, so she reached up, letting the poor mare’s drenched cunt go as she grabbed one strap of Octavia’s dress, and then the other. The black satin fell off, before it transformed. Sweetie then pushed Octavia away, just as Discord let the curtain part.
Octavia looked to the crowd, blinking through her confusion. She was… she was supposed to be playing, but her body only wanted to keep playing with a mare. Any mare. It just… needed more. Needed more than her repressed self had allowed it.
Her thighs shook as she began to move, and she looked down as she went to grab the bow she’d dropped. And… and what she saw was amazing.
Her body had transformed to be similar to Sweetie’s, though as she wasn’t fully committed, her breasts were still manageable and without the constant leaks that Sweetie had. However, her dress had changed into lingerie that would make Vinyl blush.
First, over her breasts, was a triangle of black silk. Well, a triangle made of strings, so it covered literally nothing, but did hold them up, forcing them to bounce and squish together much higher than Sweetie’s free hanging set.
As for her panties, they were two sets of strings that outlined her dripping pussy. Nothing was hidden like this. In fact, bent over like this, she knew her pink folds and tight ass were on complete display. She… She should just get off stage. There was no way she could perform like this.
And then, Sweetie Belle began to sing. She didn’t just sing though. She danced while she sung, her robe falling away so that while she moved, the audience could see every part of her as it moved and dripped. And, of course, the whore didn’t keep it graceful, adding many movements that looked all too fun, such as bending over on one hoof, all while two of her fingers slammed into the cunt she was showing off to the crowd.
Looking to the crowd, in Octavia’s eyes, their shocked expressions meant they liked it. No, not liked. Loved it. That they wanted this sort of performance. That she could play with herself while she played.
And so, she put one hoof on the top of her cello, showing them all how flexible she was, and played her entire set with her bow grinding right between her slit.
It wouldn’t be until the after party that the two musical sluts would get fucked, but the paper in the magazines showed them with their audiences ‘applause’ coating every inch of them while they smiled at the camera, the quote being, “We hope that all of Equestria will see our shows soon, and we’re looking for stallions to join us immediately for our shows.”
Author's Note
Sorry these took so long to come out. They were done WEEKS ago, but things came up that had this fall to the side.
Apple Bloom raised an eyebrow as she walked into the clubhouse. Sweetie and Scootaloo had both messaged her about coming to the clubhouse, but neither were here now. Then again, she had the least distance to travel, so she could have just been early. Yeah, that’s what she bet it was.
Her eyes began to take in the old place. The three of them hadn’t used the abandoned club room in so long that there was dust on a lot of the furniture. It all made her reminisce about simpler days though, when she didn’t have to be working in the fields for most of the day.
She had even left one of her old bows here. It was a bit off from most of hers, being pink instead of red, but it made her miss the old fashion. She hadn’t worn one in so long…
She smiled to herself as she put the bow on, tying her hair into a pigtail with it. It felt… right. It beckoned her to the simpler times. Times when she had no worries. Times when she could be comfortable. Times when the heavy apples on her chest weren’t such a problem.
Her hands squeezed her breasts, frowning at them. She had always hated that she became well endowed like her sister. She couldn’t be as nimble then, and the problems to her back were incredible. If not for her normal routine, she would have entire days where all she’d want to do is lay on her back in bed.
The image of her like that made her chuckle a little inwardly. The image shifted though, as first she began to see herself naked as she lay there, before beginning to do an act that she’d only performed maybe a handful of times in her life.
Which meant something was wrong.
Apple Bloom shook her head to be rid of the thought, biting into her lip as she thought about it. Why was she thinking about something like that now? In fact, why had she thought about her breasts at all? She was a strong woman with a body that went with her firm chest. She barely ever gave them a second thought because of that.
So what could be causing it? It made no sense for it to be the room, as it filled her with childhood nostalgia. Reminded her of times when colts were of no interest to her. As far as the talks in here got were about how cute some of their classmates were getting, not about their long, throbbing cocks that would feel so goo-
“What is going on?” Apple Bloom stomped one of her hooves into the ground as she said the words, crossing her arms beneath her chest as she glared at them. Something was causing this. This wasn’t her, and she wouldn’t allow it to continue. The only other thing that had changed though was-
“Hey Apple Bloom.”
In her focus, Apple Bloom hadn’t heard the door open and looked to the colt who had spoke. It was Rumble, looking as good as ever. He had grown up to be very similar physically as his brother, though far more naive and jokey, while Thunderlane was often lazy and plain rude. He had wonderful, sculpted arms with muscles that could squeeze her tight, and she bet that he was packing an equally impressive-
‘Stop it Apple Bloom!’ She turned away, her cheeks becoming beat red as she began to breathe heavily. She wasn’t this type of mare. She was a good mare. A sweet mare. Naughty things like this weren’t anything that she had been taught to enjoy. In fact, it was often against Apple Family values to think about such things.
Her mind wouldn’t leave it though, especially as she felt her jean shorts get tight around her rump. She was homegrown, which meant that she was well endowed in both areas, and now her shorts felt like they were going to burst. If they did that, Rumble would get to see her ass in full view, and she couldn’t just allow that, could she? It would be simpler not to care of course, and there was almost nothing more stressful than what others thought of her…
The next thing to happen to Apple Bloom would be the thing that doomed her. She could have still figured out the charm. She could have stopped all of this.
But then Rumble grabbed her chest. Her whole body lit up like a candle while her mind screamed in victory. Apple Bloom’s knees shook underneath her, as this wasn’t just better than what she’d done to herself, this one touch was better than anything she’d done to herself even when brought to orgasm.
She moaned again as Rumble got rougher, squeezing and pulling at her large breasts. Unlike her friends, his fingers didn’t sink into her flesh, but that meant they were far easier to pull at because of their firmness, and even as they grew they kept it, being able to stay up despite their growing mass.
As the sound of her clothes beginning to tear, and the stops that had formed into Apple Bloom’s mind began drifting away, Rumble whispered in her ear, “Sweetie and Scootaloo told me that you needed this. That you were having the worst heat of your life, but don’t worry, I can take care of it. Just tell me what to do, and we’ll go from there.”
He was being sweet. While he was molesting… No, while he was pleasuring her, he was being sweet. His hands felt so good, so right, and ripped apart her mental barriers. All of her repressed arousal was brought to the surface like a geyser, and as her shorts fell away from her ass, she bent over, putting her hands on the table as she turned to him.
She put one hand on her ass, her pussy already dripping wet as her firm rump shook in anticipation. What was left of Apple Bloom’s innocent mind wasn’t helping save her, but giving her a last reason. A reason to beg. This was a friend after all, and he was here to help, so there was no reason not to let him. “I want you to shove it in as hard as you can into my ass.”
Rumble blinked a few times, his already out cock twitching as the request made him harder. He had been laid before, but to get to do anal, and with Apple Bloom of all mares… “Are you sure? I mean, I’ve been told I’m big, and-”
Apple Bloom chuckled a little before she spread her cheeks for him, letting him get a good look at her asshole. “If you do this for me, it’ll make me able not to care. To go back to my free filly days. Discord has made me remember them, and I want to go back. Back to when I didn’t care about anything other than the fun I could have with my friends, and right now, the funnest thing I can think about is to go against everything I was taught was wrong and getting your giant cock firmly in my ass, so fuck me, now!”
Rumble blinked a couple times, a little scared even by the request, before he mentally shrugged. Scootaloo and Sweetie had warned him that she would be cock crazed, so if this is what she wanted, she would get it.
He moved in behind her, pressing the tip of his cock, which was about twice as wide as her asshole, to where it would be soon. He then swayed back, before slamming forward.
His eyes widened as her body clenched around him. Somehow he had managed to get everything into her, and now it was all being squeezed like a wet rag, begging for him to give her what she wanted. She was tighter than any pussy he’d been in, or any toy he had used, and it felt incredible.
Her moaning made it even better, as the primal screams that came from her made him all too aware that with one thrust he had made this mare cum. In one thrust, his cock had made her happier than he thought possible, and he loved feeling her juices spray against his legs because of it.
The only problem was that he was about to cum. Apple Bloom had made him aroused enough by ripping her clothes off, letting him take in those giant tits that were larger than his head, and an ass that all the colts had wanted to grab back in school, and had only gotten better with time. So, to feel her so tight, and so happy, it was enough that he couldn’t even warn her.
Until, he didn’t cum. In fact, he felt more confident than ever that he could give her the rutting she deserved. That he could give any mare the rutting they deserved.
And, as he began to pound away at her insides, with Apple Bloom unable to stop cuming, her eyes widened with the sudden realization that she was getting more cock. That Rumble was getting bigger and longer with each thrust, and that any other stallion would rip a mare in twine with a cock as big as his.
The crooked smile on his shaft made this all possible though. It was covered in her juices as Rumble slammed against the farm mare. In and out, hard and fast. Her ass shook with each thrust, and Apple Bloom began pledging herself to the life of a whore for him. That Rumble could take her anytime he wanted because she was a slave to cocks. Because she needed more of this.
And, in Rumble’s mind, knowing that the mare that he was rutting as an agent of sexual chaos, a role he never even had a chance to fight against, was the best thing he could ask for, and he slammed into her one more time. His balls filled the cumdump with his seed, bloating out her stomach as streams continued to pour into her. More and more to properly fill the bitch so she would never forget how it felt.
When he finally pulled out, her insides were so full that his cum gushed out of her ass, splashing against the floor as she panted. Rumble was still hard, something he could forever be if he wanted. He could have just gone right back into her, but he’d already fucked her stupid once that day. Besides, he knew he’d been tricked into doing this now, and he would have to reward the other two whores for it.
As he walked towards the door, he looked back at Apple Bloom. She was on the ground, panting, her face in the puddle of cum that was on the floor, cum still leaking out of her. She was licking it up, trying to get more and more of the smell and taste inside of her to be a good little slut. To properly worship the cocks she loved.
For what was simpler than to only have one thing on your mind? What could be more natural and easy than wanting to breed?
Rumble walked out, happy he could make his friend happy by making sure that Apple Bloom only ever wanted cock in her life now, the rest of her mind left without a trace of anything else.
Discord smiled to himself as he leaned away from the mirror, humming to himself as he felt the chaos emanating from the girl. It was sweeter than much of the chaos he’d manufactured in the past, because that was always random. This instead was concentrated and joyful, which sent shivers down his spine.
Yes, with four mares, and now a stallion, under his influence, he was satisfied that his goal was going to succeed in every way he wanted it to. All he would need to do was keep working at it, and soon enough he’d be able to see a form of chaos that he’d have never thought of without another’s help. He only hoped she’d enjoy it in the end.
Author's Note
I don't know why I'm bad about posting these.
Anyways, I got reminded by a new novella I published that, while without sexy monster girls, has sexy school uniforms and girls this time, along with a dystopic/Eutopic future (depends on outlook) and lots of questions about morality that DIscord is blatantly ignoring here. I would love your support with Inspiration ID, Vol. 1 .
Discord smiled as he gazed upon the beautiful, buxom farm mare. She was selling apples, like on any other day in a checkered red and white blouse and a pair of tight jeans. If anyone asked her, she would admit that the outfit was meant to catch the eyes of stallions, but that it was simple marketing knowledge. There was no reason for her to not try to make her stand all the more appealing with her behind it.
This meant that her ass was well defined by the blue fabric, and plenty of her freckled cleavage was presented out of her shirt. Yes, Discord knew how many stallions wanted to always see this farm mare better than just this, so she would be perfect as his next subject.
And the charm was simple, as she didn’t even notice him invisibly swap out her red ribbon for a pink one.
No, for Applejack, it continued to be a normal day. She would talk to the customers, laugh with them, and watch as the men looked down her shirt. She’d never admit it, but most days she went home to take care of herself, having loved the looks and desires. It was wrong, and she was hard on Apple Bloom, but Rarity’s influence made sure she knew just what these stallions wanted to do to her, and there’d always been a side of her that wanted to be… naughtier.
She never knew what it was that caused it. Sometimes she would blame Rainbow Dash, sometimes her Aunt Orange, who was nowhere near pure, but in the end she knew it was because she was just some sort of pervert. Not that it’d ever show. She could keep those thoughts where they belonged.
Or at least, normally she could. Today though, after a particularly attractive stallion talked to her, one of Applejack’s hands drifted to behind the counter. She was burning up by now, her clothes having become increasingly tight on her body, including her pesky underwear that ground against her soaked crotch with each little shift of her weight. She was happy for the slight releases by getting some level of stimulation, but it wasn’t enough.
She gasped as her fingers dug themselves into her cunt, barely making sure not to moan like some bitch in heat in front of the customer. Oh, but how she wanted to. To let him see how much she could use a good, public rutting.
Her fingers would have to do though as they twisted inside of her. She was fairly well trained in finding her own weak points, which made it easier to stoke her flames, but it wasn’t enough today. Not while so many stallions passed by.
She watched the stallion walk away, looking at her a little weird as he walked away, and she waved back. She was on fire now, and didn’t even know why she was worrying about it. She was always a good mare, so maybe people would understand if she took one day off from that. On the other hand, she couldn’t help but hope that if she started, she’d never stop.
She dug a fourth finger into her tight lips, barely fitting it in as she bit into her lip. There had to be a better way. A way to get off more. She looked down as she stifled a moan, and her eyes widened when she saw her tits. They were barely held within her shirt, with the pink edges of her areolas on display to the world. The thought of someone seeing them, especially in this engorged state sent shivers down her spine, and gave her ideas.
And when stepped back and felt something swishing inside of them, it gave her the best idea.
Applejack worked quickly, with the letters she painted onto a makeshift sign that they would have prepared for specials, but she knew would become a part of her regular sales, coming out scratchy and panicked. They were legible enough though.
As she undid her shirt, letting it hang open as her ripped apart bra fell to the floor, letting her massive tits, well bigger than her head, meet the open air. It felt wonderful, especially as some of the ponies immediately noticed her do this and gasped. She could see the lust in their eyes, and couldn’t think of why they would mind. She was merely letting them get what they wanted. What she wanted.
The first brave stallion came over as she pulled her pants and panties down, the poor fabric barely having stayed together under her impressive assets, but hers weren’t as good as others. No, her main gift was her breasts, which were still growing to accommodate their purpose.
The stallion’s eyes widened as the first drop of cider splashed from her erect, large nipples and onto the counter. Applejack licked her lips as he saw him staring, so close to her tits, but not yet moving in like he should. “I hope you think the prices are fair, if you want a drink.”
The stallion looked down, and his restraint fell as he saw the new menu.
Cider: 1 bit to drink your fill. Help Production: 1 bit to fuck me. If I cum, you don’t pay anything.
Applejack then leaned in, whispering as she let her breasts squish against the stall, “And trust me, I’m so very close already.”
The stallion looked around, already pulling out his cock as his eyes took in her firm, round ass. “Um, what am I allowed to do?”
Applejack smiled wide as her hand grabbed his cock and began to stroke it vigorously. Her words were mixed in with a moan as she collapsed her weight onto her breasts, her lust beating out whatever control she had left. “I’ll do anything to please the customer.”
He went around her at that, not wanting to cum from a simple handjob. Not when he could fuck the mare most stallions thought they’d never even see in her bra and panties. Discord’s magic wouldn’t let him think about why she was like this, or whether this was weird or not. No, it only let him focus on getting to ram her whore cunt as deep as he could.
Applejack gasped as her breasts fell off the table, suspended over the ground and smacking loudly against the stall with each thrust that she took in. Even more so when another stallion came along and made her mind go blank with a cock up her ass.
When finally Applejack came back to consciousness, she was covered from head to toe in cum, her stomach slightly inflated with the nectar, and more bits were in her cart than ever before, along with a few jugs of cider put off to the side, with a note saying that they loved getting to milk her like she was milking them.
And Applejack made sure to hang a sign near where she always setup saying that she’d be back early tomorrow, and in the proper attire for a bitch like her.
The stallions seemed to agree when they saw her in cow horns and nothing else. She only had to moo to get the milk she wanted after that.
Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes as Scootaloo put the pink bow in her hair. It had been the only way to get the young mare to actually talk to her, and they needed to talk. In the course of a few weeks, Scootaloo, from the rumors she’d heard, had gone from one of the most promising fillies of her generation to… well, a whore. There were no ups and downs about it.
And what she wore now didn’t help. Scootaloo was in a rocking t-shirt, with some band on in, that was tight against her now massive chest, another thing she’d have to ask about, and outlined her erect nipples. It also showed off the damp spots on it where the mare’s milk had leaked through.
Similarly, she wore tight shorts that might as well have been a denim thong, and Rainbow blushed in embarrassment as Scootaloo sat down with her legs spread wide. It was the same sort of position Rainbow Dash was seated in, but unlike her, she could see small bits of pink poking out from the sides.
‘Oh, but how I’ve always wanted to bury my face into the-’ Rainbow Dash cut off her own thoughts, taking in a heated breath as her knuckles turned white. She wasn’t a pure mare, not in any sort of way, and now that her adopted sister looked like… this, it was impossible for her to ignore the desires she’d had for a good long while.
‘If the rumors are true, I could, like, show my loyalty to her and give her a good old round of fucks. Or maybe-’ Rainbow winced, hating her mind, unable to recognize her normal, lewd thoughts for those being influenced by the bow.
Scootaloo could though, and she stretched out, pushing her tits towards Rainbow as she tried to get comfortable on the couch she sat on. She then tugged at her shirt, frowning a little before asking, “Hey, mind if I get a bit more comfortable?”
Rainbow Dash, who was already feeling the heat of the magic coursing in her veins, but not noticing as her skin tight suit became even tighter, just waved the question off, mumbling that she was okay with it. She was pent up, and now cursing herself for it. She hadn’t been laid in weeks because of training camp, and had barely been able to get away to talk to Scootaloo today. She didn’t even have time for a good ol’ quickie with Spitfire.
Fwump.
Rainbow Dash, who was already a slut in her own right, looked up, saw Scootaloo without anything hiding her chest, and her own chest exploded. It wasn’t gradual like the other girls as pink lightning ran over her body. Her pupils turned pink for a moment, before three of the normal colors of her mane followed suit, matching the color of her bow. Meanwhile, her tits grew twelve sizes, going from nothing to twice the size of her head, while her ass stayed as perfectly toned as ever.
Discord smiled outside as he saw this unexpected result. She was an Element of Harmony though, as well as a whore in her own right. He lifted up her element to inspect it, watching it turn from it’s regular red, to a dark pink. Lust. The need for others.
Yes, this would be a sight to behold, and it meant the last thing that could stop him now died.
Scootaloo meanwhile, got to feel just how much Rainbow needed to show her affection for other’s body as she was tackled through the cloud couch, and onto the floor. The mare’s eyes widened as her body was brought from only slightly aroused, to full on on fire. Her mistress, mentor, and adopted sister now stayed above her, a practical goddess amongst mares, in only a ripped up Wonderbolt’s uniform that hid nothing.
She didn’t have long to enjoy the sight though, not as one of Rainbow’s hands jammed three fingers into her pussy. Scootaloo gasped from how rough it was, and whined as spurts of milk left her breasts. She only whimpered in ecstasy further as Rainbow Dash leaned in and began to talk to her.
“I was going to scold you. Tell you that sleeping around was wrong, but my god was I wrong! Oh how I was wrong! A little whore like you should be with everyone in Equestria, but first,” bringing their faces as close as she could, “with me, you little slut.”
And then, Scootaloo got the thing that even now meant more to her than any dick in the world. It caused her eyes to roll back, and her arousal to burst forth from her pussy in a geyser of a climax that continued to roll down her body as she found herself helpless to even fight against. It was all too much for her, but she didn’t want to fight it. Ever.
Not when Rainbow Dash was finally kissing her.
Rainbow Dash let Scootaloo go as she stood up, staring at her little mare as she panted, dazed on the ground. It was more than she could bare right now, or ever, and Rainbow lowered herself, squatting over Scootaloo’s face. She then panted out the only word she could. “Eat.”
Scootaloo eagerly got to work, the magics within her pushing her forward, trying to match Rainbow’s. Bolts of pink lightning though that wrapped around Rainbow as she got closer and closer to her own arousal drained her energy. Scootaloo didn’t mind though. This was a goddess, compared to a peasant, and she would give the succubus all the energy she needed if it meant pleasing her.
And so, Scootaloo barely stayed conscious long enough to get Rainbow ‘off’. The two would have time for more fun though, but for now, Rainbow knew this wasn’t enough. She didn’t want just a whore. She wanted to make whores out of the mares she fucked. To make them bend to her lust, and join her so they could all be happy.
She then turned around, smiling as she saw Discord there. “Hello, big boy. Ready for your life to get 20% better?”
Discord merely grinned, happy to see that Rainbow didn’t even suspect him, before stating, “Oh, you can’t fathom how much better my life has already gotten.”
Not that Rainbow cared. She might have been left more… intact than other mares under this magic, but her libido knew no bounds. There was no end to what she wanted, and she’d fuck anypony to try to sate it, not knowing that she’d never sleep again because of that search. Always pleased, but always wanting, but in the moment, as she rode Discord’s cock, losing what little bit of her left that cared about ever not wanting a cock, she was happy. Oh how happy she was.
Author's Note
Sorry for anyone turned off by the kind of dark end, it's just how I decided to go, as corruption isn't always only sexy and happy as other chapters have made it out to be. Not when it consumes the person's entirety.
Trust me though, Rainbow Dash will be plenty happy with all of this when/if she shows up in future chapters.
