Horsedong Shimmer

Horsedong Shimmer 2

A clopfic by FuzzyFurvert

“Rarity!”

“I’m sorry, darling!” Rarity leaned back from Sunset’s glowing form, the edges of her mouth twitching up in a nervous grin. “It just sort of came up in conversation...and you did say you didn’t want to keep it a secret from your friends, so I thought…”

Sunset groaned, burying her face in her hands while all her friends stood around her in the garage, their instruments and empty food containers sitting forgotten for the moment on the floor or in their stands. Practice had gone well again. That little seed of a song had already blossomed into something worthy of lyrics. Rainbow Dash already had a few ideas that she kept murmuring all throughout. She was doing it while they all stared at Sunset.

“How does something like that even come up?” Sunset threw up her hands, flustered that all of her friends seemed to know that right now—right after practice and still glowing with pony-up’ed power—she had a dick. A rather large one when fully aroused at least. Her tight jeans certainly felt fuller than before practice, but her horsedong wasn’t trying to escape. So long as she avoided getting an erection the magic would fade and her transformation would end in a few minutes at most.

“Er...well…” Rarity twiddled her thumbs, looking everywhere but at Sunset.

“Rarity was bragging about how hot she is!”

“Thank you, Pinkie.” Rarity deadpanned, her shoulders slumping dramatically.

“It’s true!” Pinkie grinned, slapping Rarity on the back hard enough to make the girl stumble. “You’re a hottie McThotty, Rarity! If anyone could give a girl a boner, it’s you!”

Everyone burst into laughter, even Sunset chuckling in good nature at Rarity’s sputtering beatboxing. Pinkie’s grin got wider and she hopped over to Sunset’s side while Applejack fanned herself with her hat and held onto Rainbow Dash to keep the other girl from toppling over. Fluttershy wasn’t quite as loud, but their most reserved member was giggling and snorting along with the rest of them.

Once Applejack caught her breath, she slapped her leg. “Well, shoot, sugarcube, I was expecting more, the way Rarity was going on about it. The way she told the story, Sunset was ‘posed to be as long and thick as my forearm!”

“Pfft!” Rainbow Dash sucked in air, hands on her knees and tears in her eyes. “Sounds like Rarity was being generous again with her descriptions! And to think we all bought it on account of Sunset being a pony in a people suit!”

“Oh...um…” Fluttershy cleared her throat softly, “I believe Rarity. But I was hoping for um...more.”

“Ugh, girls. Please.” Sunset sighed and waved at her crotch. “Rarity wasn’t kidding. It’s just…not hard right now. Give me a minute to burn off the excess magic and I’ll be back to normal.”

“Then get hard, Sunset!” Rainbow stood up straight and gave Sunset a thumbs up. “I’ve got money riding on just how much Rarity overstated the size of this thing.”

Sunset stared at Rainbow Dash, her jaw hanging open. “You bet on how big my magical horsedong is?” She gaped as not only RD, but Applejack, Fluttershy and Pinkie all nodded enthusiastically. “You bet on that, but didn’t even question the whole fact that I have extra non-human anatomy?”

“Weird magic stuff like this is getting pretty common around here.” Pinkie Pie reached into her hair and pulled out a handful of confetti sprinkles. A second later, she tossed them into the air to go off like tiny fireworks. “Plus! You ARE a magical alien pony transformed into a person that also transformed into a demon! And there was the time with the fire wings on the roof and the fire department was called. Aaaannndd there was the time you had those less flammable light wings and hugged actual human Twilight Sparkle into being not actually evil!”

“Er...yeah. Okay,” Sunset shrugged, offering a slanted smile to her friends, “point proven, I guess. Either way, I’m not hard, so you guys aren’t going to get to decide your silly bet tonight.”

“Hey, Sunset, high five!”

Before she knew what was going on, Sunset held up her hand and Pinkie slapped their palms together. Pinkie also interlaced their fingers together and her happy grin took on a lewd sort of leer. “What?” Sunset raised an eyebrow, but then she felt the swelling of magic inside her that signaled her gimmicky super empathy powers. “Oh come on!”

Sunset’s eyes started to glow and suddenly her mind went pink, hot, and moist.

Seconds, or maybe minutes later—Sunset wasn’t sure—she was blinking the spots out of her vision and wobbling unsteady while all her friends continued to stare at her, but now wide eyed and slack jawed. Sunset rubbed at her eyes and joined everyone else in gazing at her pants. The snug denim along her right leg was now stretched out from her groin to practically her kneecap. She groaned and shot Pinkie a look just as the bubbly girl pulled a ruler from her mass of curly hair.

“NOW we can decide who won the bet!” Pinkie twirled the ruler in her fingers like one of her drumsticks and bent down to hold it up along Sunset’s trouser snake. “Wowzy! Rarity wasn’t exaggerating after all!”

“I told you I wasn’t!” Rarity folded her arms across her stomach, nose in the air and more than a hint of color on her cheeks. “I did say it was like what I can only image a real horse’s penis would be like.”

Applejack whistled, her eyes on Sunset’s bulge. “That’s mighty impressive, but as the one of us that has worked extensively with livestock and horses, I can assure you it’s not as big as the real thing.” She looked up and flashed Sunset a smile. “No offense.”

“None taken.” Sunset frowned. “Can we just get this over with? My pants are suddenly a lot less comfortable for some reason.”

Rainbow Dash recovered from her shock quickly and scowled. “Crud! I bet that it wasn’t nearly that big! I thought this would be like that time back in first year when Rarity assured us all that she’d beat Fluttershy’s cup size.”

“It was close, Rainbow.” Fluttershy leaned back, taking her own eyes off Sunset to pat the other girl on the shoulder. “And besides, Pinkie beat us all in that department at the end.”

“I have no idea how long it is!” Pinkie Pie popped back up and slipped the ruler coolly back into her hair. “But it’s longer than my measuring stick! So I guess I lost too!”

“Um...me too.” Fluttershy looked at the floor and then back up at Rarity. “I’m sorry I didn’t have faith in you, Rarity.”

“Oh...it’s fine, darling. But I’m ready to go home, if it’s all the same. It is growing late and I have some things to attend at the boutique.”

Sunset grunted, adjusting her pants to try and get some measure of comfort. The jeans were rough against her dick and the tightness was well beyond what might have been enjoyable. Note to self, Sunset thought grimly, wear skirts to practice. That was a lot more comfortable in case I get girl wood. She frowned. Secondary note to self, stop having a penis ASAP!

“Well, before anyone takes off, “Applejack smirked and held her hat out like a donation plate, “pay up! I bet Sunset was hung to her knees and I got closest!” She laughed, as the other girls, particularly Rainbow, grumbled and fished out wallets from their bags. Soon enough, Applejack was thumbing her way through a slim stack of bills while everyone else was busy picking up their things. “Hey Dash, since I’ve had me a sudden windfall, you want to grab some thai on the way?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Make sure you don’t leave any wrappers behind this time!”

“Time for me to run, see you girls at school tomorrow.”

Sunset hefted her backpack and her guitar, angling the case against her leg. If she held it right, she was sure it would block anyone from seeing her obvious dong bulge on the walk home. “This is going to burn...maybe I still have some of that anti-inflammatory cream at home?” She was cinching the straps on her case a little tighter when a hand landed on her shoulder, making Sunset jump in surprise. She turned and looked back into Pinkie Pie’s too wide smile.

“Heyya, Sunset! Just so you know, Rarity also told us how to make your horsedong go away too.” Pinkie wagged her eyebrows. “And I wouldn’t want you to have to walk home uncomfortably.”

“Um…” Sunset swallowed, her face feeling hotter than a moment earlier. “...are you sure?”

Pinkie nodded and grabbed Sunset by the jacket and started shoving her towards the exit. “Don’t worry about it! My parents are out tonight and I already got permission to have a sleepover! We’re all covered.”

The walk from the garage to Pinkie’s house was blissfully short, as the friction was building up faster than Sunset had expected. At first it was sort of thrilling, a tingling rub all across her shaft, but by the time they were inside again, it was starting to pinch and tug at the rim of her glans. Sunset grimaced at the sight of the stairs leading up to the second floor and Pinkie’s bedroom. Pinkie bounced up them in her typical exuberance, Sunset following. She’d barely gotten a leg up on the first step when one of the other Pie siblings popped out from the house’s family room across from the stairs.

Limestone Pie scowled at Sunset, one hand on the door frame as she hung out into the entryway in a loose tank top. Sunset flashed her a nervous smile and took another step as carefully as she could to not draw attention to her legs where there was another pulse of arousal. Pinkie’s pies weren’t the only set in the family to outdo all their friends.

Limestone looked up at her sister. “Hey, is the garage all cleaned and packed up? Ma and Pa said you had to keep it clear or no more practice!”

“It’s all taken care of!” Pinkie chirped from the top of the stairs.

Sunset took another super casual step. Limestone’s eyes snapped back to her, scanning Sunset’s obvious magical glow and non-human ears.

“So it’s finally your turn, huh? Whatever. Breakfast is at seven, sharp.”

“Uh…” Sunset opened her mouth to ask a pertinent follow-up question, but Limestone swung her obviously bra-less torso back into their living room and the sounds of some movie or show jumped in volume. She stood there, staring at the now empty space for a few more seconds, then with considerably more speed than before, followed Pinkie Pie deeper into the home. On the second floor, her friend vanished into the bedroom and slammed the door in Sunset’s face.

“Just a second!”

Sunset blinked and frowned. She was starting to feel weird and the distraction of her additional anatomy was getting to her. At this rate, she was going to need to get cut out of her pants if they got any tighter. “I really appreciate this, Pinkie. But wouldn’t this have been faster just out in the garage? I’m gonna get rug burn in a very strange place soon!”

The door opened up suddenly and out shot a pink hand. It grabbed her by the collar and dragged Sunset inside before closing the door again. Inside, Sunset found Pinkie’s usually cheerful room lit with heavily shaded lights that turned all the bubblegum pinks into something more suited to hearts. Pinkie herself, completely dressed in comfortable school clothing seconds ago was now in nothing but a striped pair of panties and a tank top like her sister’s. The bed was already turned down with an immense pile of pillows and stuffed toys taking up half of the mattress.

“Whoa!” Sunset yelled again as Pinkie spun her around and collected her bags and jacket in one smooth move.

“There! Now we just gotta get you comfortable and then we’ll see about that silly magic backup!” Pinkie laughed, setting Sunset’s stuff in the corner, giggled and grabbed Sunset’s jeans next. “C’mon, c’mon! Take off those pants and let’s see if Rarity was right about the horse part other than the length!”

“Pinkie!” Sunset threw her hands up, squealing as she was spun around rapidly enough to make the bedroom blur. The next thing she knew, she was landing on Pinkie’s bed with a muffled ‘pomf’, her pants, boots and socks off. Her underwear pulled to the side, her now free horsedong was wobbling back and forth from her crotch, pointed at the ceiling and tall enough to cast its own shadow. The cool air felt amazing after being trapped in her pants. It throbbed hard enough to see, the medial ring thick and prominent as a doughnut against her shaft. The head was not fully flared out quite yet, but it was already getting darker with all the blood her body was pumping into it. Regardless, her dick loomed up, large enough to completely block the other girl out of her sight. “What...what are we going to do on the bed?”

Sunset shook her head. Is...is it bigger than before? She groaned low in her throat, gasping when Pinkie suddenly belly flopped onto the bed next to her.

“Whoo! The rumors are true, Sunset!” Pinkie wrapped her arms around Sunset and pulled her into a tight hug. “You ARE hung like a horse alien from another world!” She snuggled into Sunset’s shoulder and looked down Sunset’s body. “Wowzers, that’s gonna feel different...I can’t wait! Do you want to see how much I can fit in my mouth?”

Sunset swallowed, watching Pinkie’s hands slide down toward her dick. She was honestly curious what getting sucked on would feel like, but she also wondered, not for the first time, why everyone seemed automatically okay with this situation. She came from a world with magic that upended the hard suggestions of physics on a regular basis, but even this was weird by Equestrian standards. She opened her mouth to ask Pinkie if she really wanted to try this when there was a loud squeak from the pile of pillows and stuffed toys next to them. Sunset raised her eyebrows and turned to glance at the furry, plush giraffe next to her head when Pinkie whooped again. The girl let go of her and got up on all fours in the blink of an eye. Sunset gasped, her eyes crossing when Pinkie snagged her dong at the base and squeezed.

“Holy!” Sunset barked and let herself fall back on the bed as Pinkie’s hand stroked up her shaft from hilt to the medial ring. Her eyes rolled back when the hand shifted and went back down. She forced her eyes open and squinted, her hands bunching Pinkie’s sheets up between her fingers. She wanted to see this just as much as she wanted to feel it, pushing her feelings of strangeness out of her mind.

Pinkie strokes sped up but only lasted a few seconds, before she stopped to steer the tip closer to kiss the tip. When she pulled away, there was a thin strand of saliva trailing from her bottom lip to the top of Sunset’s horsedick. “Mmmm...salty. Tastes like those hay bales at Sweet Apple Acres smell, but in a yummy way.” She giggled, kissing the tip again and running her tongue out over the ridge and around the opening. “Much better tasting...like, it doesn’t even need frosting!”

Pinkie smirked at Sunset and tapped the end of the massive dong against her cheek. “I bet the cream filling is gonna taste even better, huh?” She licked her lips and reared back, jaw open wide like a snake.

“Uh...Pinkie…” Sunset held up a hand. “You know, I’m perfectly fine with just your handaaaaAAASSSS!” Sunset slammed back fully into the bed, back arching, toes curling, the whole nine yards as she suddenly knew exactly how lips felt when brushing the edge of her fat medial ring. She also knew what that little dangly bit at the back of the throat felt like when the head of her penis rocketed past it at mach one speeds. Blinded by her own hair, Sunset croaked in surprise as she fought the simultaneous urges to thrash about and go completely limp.

She brushed her hair out of her face, sucking in air through her teeth. Pinkie blinked back at her, Pinkie’s face distorted around the full half of her horsedong down the girl’s throat. The suction and muscle action going on inside Pinkie was intense enough to make Sunset’s eyes water and hers weren’t the only ones. Pinkie was tearing up even as Sunset felt the girl run her tongue up and down the underside of her dick. “P-Pinkie? You al-alright?”

Pinkie Pie gagged, coughing around Sunset’s horsecock.

“Pinkie, please…” Sunset put up both hands and motioning for the girl to pull back, “you don’t have to do this. I know I’m kinda big so…”

Pinkie, however, kept going. Her eyes started to water as she started sucking again and tried to work her lips pass the ring. She didn’t make it any further before gagging and coughing again. Tears ran down Pinkie’s cheeks as she pulled back with a sloppy sounding schlurpt noise, leaving a thick trail of slobber behind to mark just how much horsedong she’s managed to swallow. She laughed once her mouth was clear, mixing it with more coughing while wiping her mouth with the back of one hand. “Wowzers! It’s like a never ending corndog! I’m gonna need to practice more if I want to get that all the way down my throat.”

Still giggling—and coughing—Pinkie grabbed Sunset’s dick by the base and leaned down to slap it against her face. Side by side, it reached from her chin to well past her hairline. “Still a new record though!” Pinkie laughed harder and kissed the shaft tenderly. “Don’t worry about ol’ Pinkie, Sunny-buns! This girl can take pounding with the best of ‘em. Isn’t that right?”

Sunset opened her mouth, but another chirpy squeak from the stuffed toy pile beat her to it. Words caught in her throat, Sunset glanced confusedly back and forth between it and Pinkie. “Wha…?”

“You bet your britches I’m right! My big bouncy hair isn’t the only place this Pie Sister can fit a spare soda can or one of those exploding snake party toys!” Pinkie let go of Sunset and crawled up over the redhead, straddling Sunset’s hips so that the horsedong attached to Sunset nestled itself between Pinkie’s panty covered cheeks. Pinkie planted both her hands down on Sunset’s shoulders and leaned in close until their noses were touching. “Would your little pony buck if I tried to ride it, Sunset?”

Sunset gulped loudly, her nervous smile back in full force. “If-if you want it to?”

Pinkie giggled and sat up, trapping Sunset deeper between her cheeks. She held out her hand dramatically. “Pen me!” Out of the mound of stuffed animals, a plastic marker popped up for Pinkie to grab and yank the top of. She reached down and drew a line across her belly between the top of her panties and below her navel. “This is my current record, Sunny. But I think I can do even better!”

Pinkie lifted herself on her knees, freeing Sunset’s hotdog from its bun trap to swing up and slap Sunset in the stomach. She dropped back down, grinding against Sunset’s crotch in the process and making the flailing phallus stand back up to tap her on the belly button. “Yeah...this is gonna net me a new highscore!” Sunset groaned under her. “Don’t worry about a thing, Sunny D, ol’ Pinkie is just as stretchy on the inside as I am on the outside.” Reaching up, Pinkie wriggled her shoulders and worked off her lacy babydoll top and set her ponderous pies to bounce and jiggle. She then leaned back forward and lifted herself up enough to start pulling her panties aside and dangle her nipples within licking distance for Sunset.

“Rarity said you like these.” Pinkie grinned, her voice turning sultry. “I want the most horsedonger you can give me, Sunset, ‘cuz tonight, Pinkie takes her rightful place as the girl with the deepest depths. No more second place for me!”

Sunset gasped and groaned, her toes curling as Pinkie moved around. Part of her was curious and more than a little confused about what her friend was talking about, but another, louder part of her was doing backflips with how good her magically altered body felt. She could always ask later about the weirdness. Or she could go with the flow and accept that Pinkie was being Pinkie. Plus she had two big reasons in her face to do something with her mouth other than ask questions. Shelving her concerns about the stuffed toys and Pinkie’s apparent knowledge of all their friends’ internal capacities, Sunset growled hungrily.

After all—dick or not—she did like tiddies.

Sunset reached up and hefted Pinkie’s breasts the last inch to her waiting mouth and sucked in as much of both drink coaster-sized nipples she could at once. She sealed her lips around them and assaulted the hard nubs with her tongue. Pinkie Pie moaned above her and shifted around until Sunset felt something hot and damp brush over the tip of her schlong. The modest curly bush of Pinkie’s pubes tickled over the rim of the flared head for a moment before she slipped into the pinkest spot in the room. If Rarity’s hands were amazing, and Pinkie’s mouth incredible, then this was something else. Sunset’s mind reeled at the wave of sensations: the heat, the softness, the tight pressure, and the flood of silky lubricant wove together into something her already foggy mind couldn’t articulate properly.

Pinkie wasn’t doing much better. The girl was making a guttural, continuous, groan with her tongue hanging from her mouth and eyes rolled back. Pinkie lowered herself on Sunset, the massive dick she was mounting forcing Pinkie’s puss open wide to take the broad head. Sunset dug her fingers into the soft tits, kneading at them as she felt those tickling hairs creep down her shaft. Once the ridge passed completely inside however, Pinkie didn’t waste any time and shot down that pole until Sunset felt herself bottom out against a time bundle of muscle. Pinkie bounced off her tip for a second and then powered back down.

Pinkie’s groan turned into a gurgle and she pulled back, popping her pies out of Sunset’s mouth so she could look down at her own body. Right where she’d drawn with the marker, behind her skin, her belly was bulging out just a little. Sunset’s enormous dick was given her a run for her money length and widthwise, stretching her to the limit. She felt full and amazeballs, and maybe like she had to pee soon. “Ooohhh...wowwee! I think you just punched me in the bladder!”

“I did?” Sunset huffed, eyeing Pinkie’s slicked breasts. “You came down on me like a pile driver, Pinkie! I thought this was sex, not wrestling!” Sunset pushed herself up on her elbows, her chin pressed into her chest to look between them. Pinkie, despite her efforts and ample help from gravity, was hardly more than halfway down her dong. Her medial ring was being kissed by Pinkie’s lower lips, the tan and speckled dick vanishing up into the girl. “This actually hurts a little, to be honest. We should have done more to get you worked up…” Sunset shook her head, her voice getting quiet. “Seems to make it easier for me when I’m on the receiving end, anyway...this whole thing is still messed up…”

“Don’t worry about a thing, Sunset.” Pinkie giggled, grabbing Sunset and pulling until Sunset was sitting up fully. She tilted her shoulders and pushed out her chest to poke the girl in the lips with one hard nipple. “It won’t take long for me to get all worked into melted cotton candy that’s full of mutant horse dick! Just bounce me hard and fast and stir up my insides!”

When Sunset opened her mouth to say something, Pinkie shoved her nipple in and then reached down to guide Sunset’s hands to hold her thighs where they got all squishy. “Just like that. Bounce me! Show me how this pony likes to buck, Sunset!” Giggling again, Pinkie moved by herself, flexing her legs to start up the up and down rhythm she would need to reach full penetration. Sunset fumbled at first, sputtering around the nipple but before long she had a good suction seal again and was lifting Pinkie in time with the pink girl’s movement. Pinkie’s eyes fluttered each time the head of Sunset’s horsedongle rammed into her, releasing a new flood of fluids and sending waves of pain tinged pleasure rocking through her body.

Sunset gripped at Pinkie, doing her best to lift the girl only to let her fall back down again. Over and over, building speed. Each impact stung less and less, the grip Pinkie had on her magical dick was tight and intense, pulling at the skin playfully. Tip met muscle wall again and again, her breathing starting to grow labored around the nubbin of nipple in her mouth. Everything about Pinkie was intense. The feel of the girl on her was unreal. The weight and squishy heat of Pinkie’s body was driving her toward the edge at breakneck speeds. Sunset groaned and tried to think of something boring and unsexy.

Her phone bill. The dismal state of affairs that was the human digestive system’s reaction to fresh grass clippings. Math. Wait. No. Boring stuff.

Sunset whimpered, her horsecock twitching beyond just what the gyrations of Pinkie Pie was doing to her. She wanted to cum. She wanted it a lot, but in the back of her mind she couldn’t shake the fear that her arcane ectoplasmic discharge might actually be real live foal frosting, and what horrors introducing it to a human womb might produce.

Trimming nose hair.

The sodium content of gas station food!

Actual horses!

She might as well have been trying to put out a building fire with a squirt gun. Pressure was growing, the blinding sensation of orgasm rushing up to her brain along pathways that were similar, but starkly different from what she’d become used to since before coming to the human world. Her girl parts weren’t silent either. It might be via some sort of magical construct or partial arcane polymorhic shift, but her ovaries were acutely aware that she was having sex. Pinkie’s juices weren’t the only fluids dripping down her thighs. But those parts of her, her usual, original set of genitalia wasn’t involved in the orgasm barreling down on her. The feelings were familiar and alien at the same time. Instead of a wave of radiating spasms and flood of endorphins, this was like a sharp point that was being driven forward by some unknown force. Like a cork on a champagne bottle, the pressure would build until she couldn’t hold it and then she’d physically and metaphorically explode. Sunset growled and picked up speed, her back and shoulders straining to move Pinkie faster, higher and deeper onto her horsedong. Pinkie, meanwhile, shook and pushed down along with gravity, getting wetter and looser by the bounce.

Pinkie slammed down again and gasped, tensing up as something inside her finally let go and she felt Sunset touch her in places no other had ever before. Her pussy gushed and spasmed, gobbling up Sunset’s horsey ring and taking more of the shaft until she well and truly bottomed out. Her eyes crossed, vision blurring with tears as she yelled at her bedroom ceiling. The full feeling coming from her belly was amazing and she wanted it to last as she rode the huge pony inside her through the initial round of clenching and relaxing muscles. Pinkie clamped down, well practiced kegel grip holding onto Sunset’s dick so it couldn’t effectively pull out. While no one had ever complained before, Sunset groaned and pulled away from Pinkie’s tits to look her in the face.

“Pinkie...I’m soooooOOOooo close!” Sunset shivered. The cork wanted to pop but the wrapper just wasn’t letting her go. “Keep...going, please! Keep moving!”

Pinkie grinned, tears running down her cheeks as she moved slowly and shakily. She lifted up the pen marker she’d used a few minutes ago. “Gimme...a second...Sunset. Gotta record the results!” She giggled, carefully guiding the marker to just above the line she’d made before. Her second mark was a lot more squigly and closer to her belly button by an inch or so. “There! Let’s see...someone beat that!”

“Pinkie,” Sunset grimaced, tears peppering her own cheeks, “I really really need to cum!”

“Okiedokielokie!” Pinkie blinked, smiling wider and capping the pen before tossing it aside. “Let’s do this!” She wrapped her arms around Sunset and pushed her chest back into the redhead’s face when there was a sudden series of toy squeaks from the plushie pile. Pinkie froze, still clamped down on the whimpering Sunset Shimmer and looked over at the mound. “What? Oh yeah, I am forgetting something important! Good thing I’m always prepared!”

“Wha’?” Sunset managed from Pinkie’s cleavage, her cheeks flushed and breathing hard.

Pinkie pushed herself up and off Sunset’s horsedong with a very wet, obscene noise and dived into the collection of soft toys only to pop back up a second later with a shiny foil square in her hand. “I keep magnum condoms stashed all over in case of massive dong emergencies! Let me just…” Pinkie ripped open the little package, and using what could only be described as far too much experience with making balloon animals, she had the condom out and over Sunset’s dick in the blink of an eye. “There!”

Sunset bit her lip, twitching erratically while Pinkie worked the condom onto her. Her every nerve was on fire and the pressure was pretty much at the tipping point. Just a little more and she’d finally get some relief. She wanted Pinkie to climb back on and slam back down. She wanted to bury herself in the tight heat and expel this excess magic from her system in the form of copious amounts of semen. “Can...can we finish now? I’m about to burst over here!”

“Sure thing, Sunny! I already came, so now it’s your turn!” Pinkie reached over toward Sunset again, moving to re-mount up when more of the noises erupted from the plushies. “Wait...you want to? For real?”

More squeaks.

“Wowzers! Okay, change of plans, Sunny Buns!” Pinkie giggled and jumped off the bed, coming around Sunset and getting the girl up on her knees.

“Wait! Pinkie, what are you doing?”

“You get to help more than one friend realize a dream tonight, Sunset!” Pinkie laughed. “But she’s not as deep as me, so we’re gonna need a few of these!” Pinkie pressed herself up against Sunset’s back and reached around to fish among the plushies until she pulled out several toys made to look like sprinkle covered and frosted doughnuts. Pinkie then went about stuffing them onto Sunset’s painfully erect dick until only the condom covered head and a few inches remained clear. Grabbing Sunset’s arms, Pinkie pulled Sunset’s hands between and pushed Sunset’s hips forward with her own to slip the horsedong into the pile.

“Pinkie, what’s going on?” Sunset twisted her shoulders as best she could to look back at the other girl. “Who are you talking about and why are there doughnuts on me?” She opened her mouth to ask other important questions, but she suddenly felt something that was not a fluffy toy pressing against the tip of her foalmaker. The condom dulled some of the sensation, but she had no trouble at all recognizing the feel of another pussy starting to engulf her. At the same time, Pinkie moved her hands so she could feel Pinkie’s dripping fun zone. Plump lips filled her palm just as her tip passed the ones hidden by Pinkie’s collection. “Oooohh...I deserve...an explanation…”

The new vagina she found herself in squeezed, flexing and pulling in more of her. The little drop of pressure she’d experienced when Pinkie got off her came back with a vengeance, Sunset’s vision starting to fade to white. Somewhere distantly, she heard Pinkie murmur right before someone touched her clit and stroked her own slick slit. Whatever Pinkie Pie said was lost to her as the wrapper on the cork tore and all that bubbly came spewing forth.

Sunset gasped, shuddering as her lower abdominal muscles spasmed in ways they were never intended for. It made her light headed and fuzzy feeling just like a normal orgasm, but unlike a normal one, all of sensations were packed into this single moment. It was overwhelming in its intensity. Almost thankfully it was also over quickly. She felt her burning hot horsesauce fill the condom around her dick before the magic dissipated and her body returned to its usual configuration.

Sunset slumped in Pinkie’s arms, letting herself be guided down to lay comfortably. She took a deep breath, shaking a little as her body started to calm. She looked back at Pinkie. “Th-thanks, I needed that. But...who's in there?”

Pinkie giggled and grabbed a massive arm full of plushies, hauling them aside to reveal an equally sweaty and relieved looking Fluttershy. The girl was wearing nothing but a plain t-shirt and a smile, her hair a mess and the end of Sunset’s condom sticking out between her legs.

“Hey, Sunset.”

“Hey, Fluttershy.” Sunset sighed and smoothed back her own hair. “So...what the hell?”

Pinkie cleared up more of the toys and flopped down between them, grabbing Sunset and Fluttershy and pulling them close to rest on her built-in pillows. “Shy likes to watch! She really likes to watch me get stuffed full and play with herself.”

Fluttershy nodded, shaking one half of Pinkie’s pies in the process. She lifted a plastic dildo from under her and held it up for Sunset to see. “With this.”

Sunset raised an eyebrow. “Okay, but why were you hiding in the pile of toys?”

“Fluttershy likes to watch, but not be watched, silly!” Pinkie snorted, squeezing Fluttershy tighter. “So I let her hide under all my fluffy babies. That way, she can still be close and see all the action!”

“I like watching Pinkie.” Fluttershy smiled sweetly, snuggling deeper into Pinkie’s embrace. “She’s really fun and funny...and really hot and sexy. Watching her just makes me…” She blinked, looking away from Sunset. “Watching Pinkie gets me off, Sunset. But I still like playing with other toys than the plushy ones. And...while I was watching you two, I just couldn’t take my eyes off how full Pinkie looked and wondering how plastic compared to reality. I just needed a little bit...not the whole experience. Besides,” Fluttershy flushed, looking back up, “I’m nowhere as deep as Pinkie is…”

“That’s why I adding on those not-so-deep-doughnuts!” Pinkie smirked. “Couldn’t let you get hurt, Fluttershy, even if you were thirsty for horsecock! I know my shypie’s limits, even if I tend to ignore my own.”

“Speaking of which.” Sunset lifted her head to look down Pinkie’s body to the new mark on Pinkie’s belly. “I didn’t hurt you...did I?”

“I might be walking funny tomorrow, but you didn’t hurt me in any way I didn’t allow you to.” Pinkie Pie winked at Sunset with a smile splitting her face. “I can’t wait to show the girls my new record at the next jam session!”

Sunset groaned and let her head sink back onto Pinkie’s tit. “I’m going to have to do this with everyone, won’t I? There’s no way out of it, is there?”

“Nope!”

“Probably not.”