Twilight Sparkle's Precious Little Life
Twilight Sparkle is single yet again.
"So," Rarity asks over the breakfast (at 11:30am) table, "why'd you dump him?"
"Why do you automatically assume I did the dumping?" Twi returns," to clarify, I did."
"You don't seem very torn up about it, plus your track record as being the dumper."
"Fair enough," Twilight says, indulging in her coffee. In 20 years Twilight Sparkle will look like a milfy librarian, but for the time being her face is young enough for her glasses and bun to just make her look smarter and cuter, which is why she doesn't wear contacts or her hair down. Twilight just doesn’t wear much in general: for the time being she is clad in a tightly clinging solid purple T-shirt that does more to make her look naked than modest as it’s stretched over tits large enough to lay in their owner’s lap while still being perky and full, and pink pajama pants with little fluffy white sheeps on them.
Her friend Rarity is basically the most conventionally attractive white purpette unicorn ever. She's got as many curves as a circle, as much waist as a zero-carbon footprint household, a face so symmetrical that the angels must have used protractors, and she knows it. She knows her body makes most other mares jealous and won't let them forget it, as she constantly shows it off from under as little clothing as she can afford to wear to any given event. Although not right now. She's also wearing her pajamas: a matching set of silken button-down shirt and pants. Her top is pulled taut over her bust, forming little windows between the buttons that give a brief view into her cavernous cleavage. "But that still doesn't answer my question, why'd you break up?" Rarity continues.
"Personal reasons," Twi says matter-o-factly.
"Oh come on, every reason to break up is a personal one."
"That's objectively untrue. One of you could be moving, your parents might forbid it; granted, those are mostly just problems for high-schoolers, but… uh… yeah. Point is, there's lots of reasons a good relationship has to end."
"So you're saying you and Flash weren't a good relationship?"
"Not anymore, at least not for me."
"That's a shame, he seemed like a nice, sweet guy."
"He was so needy! If the price of emotional literacy is breaking down crying every couple of weeks, then no thank you."
"Oh come on, don't you want someone you can cry to?"
"He certainly did. But he never reciprocated, I mean, not that I asked, I just never need it. I wasn't getting enough out of him to justify the work I was putting in, so I dumped him."
" ‘What you were getting out of him?’ Are you saying you would have put up with him if his dick was bigger?"
"Yeah, probably. But only thirty-one inches isn't worth babysitting a grown stallion."
" ‘Only thirty-one inches!’ Good Celestia, Twilight, you're such a size queen,” Rarity says, licking her lips as she thinks about dick.
"Does a foot really get you off? Because it honestly does nothing for me.”
“Well, I might prefer larger cocks, but I can appreciate any size if it’s attached to a hot enough stallion. After all-“
At this exact moment in time Rainbow Dash flies through the window! Or, rather, she attempts to. The wide breadth of her hips catches in the window frame, leaving her torso inside and legs flailing outside. “Hehe. Hey, Twilight, what’s popping?” she chuckles, pushing against the wall in a moot attempt to free herself. With the high speed at which she entered the window, she is thoroughly lodged, with the window halfway over the junk in her trunk. All her shoving and wiggling only manages to make the giant tits she squeezed into her sports-bra of a top jiggle like a dream, which would have been cool if they didn’t belong to the only lesbian present. “Oh shit, I’m really stuck,” she says, her expression suddenly changing from embarrassment to mild concern.
“I told you this would happen!” the purple host exclaims, “I told you to use the door, even offered to keep the balcony door unlocked for you; but no, you kept flying through the window, and look where it got you.”
“Yeah, I know Twilight,” Rainbow sighs, letting her torso slump forwards, “so can you spare me the lecture and just skip to the part where you teleport me out of here?”
“Nope, I’m gonna leave you there to teach you a lesson, for a few minutes at least. Rarity, don’t help her.”
“Oh I wouldn’t dream of it, Darling,” Rarity giggles over the rim of her mug.
Rainbow Dash sighs at crosses her arms on top of her sizeable tits before resting her chin on top of those. “So, what’re we talking about?”
“Dicks. Their size, specifically. So, do you have a size limit?” Twi asks.
“Uh… maybe a lower one,” Rainbow Dash says, “but if a stallion had the biggest dick I’d ever seen I wouldn’t want to pass up the opportunity just becau-”
“Why are you asking her, Twilight? It’s not like she actually has sex with stallions,” Rarity interrupts
“Yes I do! I’m a flexbian!”
“Really now? What stallions have you had sex with?” Rarity asks before taking a pretentious sip of tea.
“Soarin. I had sex with Soarin.”
“Wait! Really?” Rarity exclaims incredulously, spitting out her smugly sipped beverage.
“Yes. The wonderbolts have unisex lockers and we had sex in the shower.”
“Hmm…” Rarity turns back to Twilight, “what do you think? Is that true?”
“How would I know that? I can’t read her mind.”
“No, the unisex lockers thing.”
“How would I know that?!”
“Because it’s in Canterlot. You’re from there.”
“I don’t watch sports!”
“Hmm…” Rarity ponders. “Well, they are both wonderbolts. The question is: do you think Soarin would do Dash?”
“I don’t know, Rarity. I’m not familiar with celebrities from sports I don’t watch. Is she his type? Does he have a history of dating bottom-heavy mares? Or pegasi? You know him better than I do.”
“I have no idea. I just shlick it to him, and researching his love life would ruin that for me.”
“Great! So it’s all speculation, let’s drop it.”
“But I did have sex with Soarin!” Dash whines.
“I’m not saying you didn’t, but I can’t know unless you have some proof,” Twilight says, exasperation still dripping from between the words.
“I have a picture of his dick.”
“Well then why didn’t you say so earlier!”
“Because my phone is stuck on the outside of the window,” Rainbow Dash says with a smug grin.
Twilight sighs. “I’m not doing it,” she mutters to herself.
“Oh come on Twilight, don’t you wanna see Soarin’s dick?” Rarity pleads with ironic puppydog eyes and a sincere pout on her plump lips.
“No! How have you still failed to grasp the fact that I am not attracted to Soarin?” Twilight yells, “He’s not my type: I’m not into twinks, I like big strong fuckers. In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve dated like three royal guards.”
“You’d do it if he had a huge dick,” Rarity demeans in a sing-song tone.
“He doesn’t!” Dash hollers. “It’s like a footish, and that’s a pretty good size for me, I was gonna get to that if you hadn’t interrupted me.”
“I’m sorry,” Twilight says.
“You’re fine.”
“No, I meant about Soarin’s tiny dick.”
“Hey, it’s not that small! What are you guys used to?”
“Well, personally I don’t fuck anypony shorter than twice that, but I’d like bigger, ideally a lot bigger, but at a certain point only porn can sate my desires so I try to keep my hopes down to three feet. I know Rarity samples from a lot larger data set, so she’s got a better idea of the average.”
“No need to be so modest, darling, we all know I’ve sucked nearly every penis in ponyville. I’d say that most stallions are around, hmm…” Rarity approximates a length with her hands, “this big.”
“That’s fourteen inches, which concurs with census results,” Twilight says immediately.
“Huh…” Rainbow ponders. “So can I get out of this window now?”
“Have you learned your lesson?” Twilight asks.
“Yes,” Dash responds, rolling her eyes.
“Are you going to use the door from now on?”
“Yes,” Dash responds, rolling her eyes.
“Has anyone taken advantage of your butt yet?”
“No?”
“Then you can stand for a few more minutes of it. Actually-” Twilight is suddenly consumed by a blinding purple flash accompanied by a loud POP. Seconds later the same POP echos from elsewhere in the house, and with a third one she reappears in her chair, sipping from the mug her friends only now realize she took with her on her magical journey. “Just installing a stepladder for you, Dash.”
“You bitch,” Dash giggles in full jest.
“You should call up Flash to come and stretch her out,” Rarity giggles.
“Except he’s in the Crystal Empire,” Twilight rolls her eyes.
“Wait, are you telling me that you broke up with him over the phone?”
“…duh.”
“That’s so cruel, Twilight. You could at least tell him to his face.”
“No, it’d be a nightmare. He’d still be moping around my house, insisting that we can still be friends and that he’s stopped crying, and then bursting back into tears.”
“Still...”
“What? It’s not like I’m ruining his life. He’d cry either way, this is actually healthier for him, seeing me again would just make it harder to get over me. He’ll be fine, he’s still a very well endowed stallion with a great job.”
“Twilight, who’s the third guard you dated?” asks Dash, who had been staring into space since her last piece of dialogue.
“What?”
“You said you dated three guards, but I can only remember Flash and Buck, who’s the last one?”
“Somepony I knew back in Canterlot. Don’t worry about it.”
“Was it your brother?” chimes Rarity.
“No, why would I date my brother?”
“Because he was your BBBFF; plus he’s totally your type, his muscles are huge.”
“Yeah, but his dick isn’t.”
“Is that all you ever think about?”
“No, I happen to also spend a lot of time thinking about the most advanced magic in the world. Thank you for asking,” Twilight says like the smuggest cunt in Equestria. “Do you know who else is coming to brunch today?”
“Pinkie’s working the breakfast shift today, so she can’t mmm~” Dash moans as her face falls into a dopey grin, “sorry, somepony started fucking me. Pinkie can’t make it. Who’s back there, by the way?” Dash yells through the wall, craning her neck around.
The muffled voice of a stallion rises through the wall. “Time Turner,” the stallion, apparently Time Turner, grunts.
“Oh hey Turny~” Twilight and Rarity coo in unison, coonison, fluttering their eyelashes.
“Shit!” Twilight bolts to her feet. “Pinkie was gonna bring breakfast!”
—
The ancient oak canopy groans as the wind playfully rustles through it. Spike tightens his cloak around his chest as the wind chills his cold heart. “It’s gonna be a harsh winter,” he comments, looking back to his traveling companion.
The man-sized snake in a vest nods. “Aye, especially for us reptiles.”
Spike is made suddenly colder, and as he reaches for his cloak finds nothing. He barely has time to comprehend the situation before a blinding light pierces his eyes and a voice calls his name “Spike, wake up. Spike, wake up.”
Oh, right. This was his life.
“I’m up, I’m up,” Spike grumbles groggily. He turns toward Twilight, who tosses his blanket back onto the foot of his bed as he sits up in bed. “What’s wrong?” he asks her.
“I need you to make waffles for brunch.”
“Ugh… I thought you were gonna let me sleep in,” he groans as he climbs out of bed.
“I did, it’s noon.”
—
Twilight Sparkle reappears in her chair in a flash of light. “Taken care of. Spike’s on it.”
“hello twilight,” Fluttershy whispers from her seat on Rarity’s left.
“Oh, hey Fluttershy, good morning. Did Rarity offer you coffee or tea?”
“yes.”
So… Fluttershy has huge tits. I don’t even have to say it, you already know. They’re huge, so big that they spill over her lap and around her legs. They’re just small enough to not drag on the ground, but as she sits in this chair they do.
“So,” Rarity says, “I was just filling Fluttershy in on the whole ‘penis conversation,’ but now that you’re here she can tell us her opinion.”
“uhh… some stallions want me to tell them that they’re big, and if that makes them happy then it makes me happy.”
“Yeah, but, what do you like?” Twilight inquires.
“i like it when stallions like fucking me.”
Twilight rolls her eyes.
Rarity says, “I believe what Fluttershy is trying to say is that she gets off on submitting, and the stallion’s size doesn’t matter as much as his dominant attitude.”
“yeah. any dick-“
“What’s wrong with you all? I thought everypony knew that bigger cocks feel better.”
“Oh no darling! I agree with you. We all think big dicks are sexy. What we’re trying to say is that you just care a whole awful lot more about size than any of us.”
“yeah. what rarity said.”
“Yeah,” Dash moans, still getting fucked in the window. “This dick is so awesome~!”
“Oh yeah, Time Turner is hung!” Twilight yells over Dash’s crescendoing moans.
“Now whut in the hay is goin’ on in here? Why is Dash gettin’ fucked in the winda?”
“Applejack!” everypony (except Applejack) exclaims, including the non-pony Spike as he walks into the breakfast room with a stack of waffles that towers above his low, prepubescent dragon head.
“Dash got stuck in the window, so I put up a ladder so that she can be a public hole for a while.”
Spike leans in between the cluster of much larger mares and slides the waffle stack onto the table before going back to his room.
“I saw it. Now whut are you gonna do if somepony gets an injury?”
“What? The ladder is like three steps, nopony is gonna get hurt.”
“Alright, your call. But get ready to hear I told ya so,” Applejack says as she slides into a chair. “You got all kindsa fluids and motion goin’ on, plus the ladder. Seems a bit dangerous.”
Applejack is a big pony. She’s easily taller and wider than all her friends, with a toned muscular body that fills out her plaid button-down and jeans nicely. Her tits are the smallest, however, at only 58DD, a bra size her friends haven’t seen since middle school.
Twilight sighs. “So we’ve been having this conversation about dick size. What’s your perspective?”
“Hold up, I missed out on the first part of this discussion, I wanna know what everypony else thinks.”
“Well Flutters and Rarity both like ‘em big, but don’t think it’s a stallion’s most important feature, and Dash is getting persuaded by Time Turner over there. As you know, I’m a total size slut.”
“Aright. Hmm… well I’ve been hearin’ muh brother talk about his dick for forever, so I guess I see it all as a bit petty. Not like anypony’s big for me, anyway.”
“…so, we’re still gonna talk about dicks for the rest of brunch. Do you wanna go?”
Applejack shrugs and picks a waffle off the stack, eating it right out of her hand.
-Later, in a bar-
Bars are an interesting institution in Sluttyquestria. Everypony is pretty forthwith about their intentions of getting laid, but the social interaction gives time for parties to inspect each-other's bodies and exchange sultry dialogue as a form of foreplay before going home together, although even that is an aging concept, as acceptance of public nudity and public sex go dick-in-ass. There are certainly quite a few couples having sex on the premises, although it’s a far cry from the level of debaucherous chaos that Vinyl Scrach is hosting a few buildings away.
Twilight Sparkle is leaning against the wall. Her eyes scan the back wall of the building, bored. She is clad in one of her favourite outfits: a pair of black and white kneehigh canvas skater-shoes, white thigh-high socks, a short, dark-purple and black checkered miniskirt cut as high as possible without literally showing off the plain virgin-white g-string underneath, which hugs her curves like an orphan boy hugs a nun, going over her high hip bones, visible above the waistband of her skirt. Above this her wide hips dip into the spectacle of her waist, gorgeously thin to match how wide the ends of her hourglass are. A black, cropped tee bearing the phrase ‘EYES UP HERE! But keep looking if you like’ holds her enormous jugs in, as a magical bra holds them up so that every onlooker can appreciate her 14 inch waist. To top off her look, she wears a simple velvet choker around her thin neck. With her face already being five shades of purple, more if you count the inking, makeup can be hard for Twilight. Today she’s wearing thick black eyeshadow and mascara, and lipstick a purple slightly darker than her skin, which raises the purples counter to 6, for those of you counting. Her left eye glows slightly purple, enchanted with an unveiling enchantment for a grand total of 7 purples.
Centuries prior, in the age of wizards and warcraft, the unveiling enchantment was invented to see invisible unicorns, thus nerfing wizards and propelling warcraft back into the meta. However, ever since the Treaty on Non-Proliferation of Magical Weapons it has been seen as obsolete. That is, until Twilight Sparkle discovered that a slightly modified version could see through clothes, and therefore solve her biggest dilemma: having to trust stallions telling her how big their dicks are.
"You're not going to fuck anypony, you just got out of a relationship, you're just window shopping," she tells herself as she analyzes what the various stallions, and occasional futanari dickgirls, have to offer. "Why did I even come out tonight? I should have known that Rarity would do this." Twilight glances over at Rarity, who is squatting in her purple platform heels, one slender arm between her thick, alabaster thighs and the other lovingly embracing the hips and behind of the stallion currently balls deep in her throat; some twiggy, papaya-colored pegasus who's practically drooling as he gets lost in her blowjob hole. It is just like Rarity to say she 'just wanted a drink with the girls' and then gargle ballsack all night long. Twilight's indignation might be mistaken for jealousy, but from the sound of Rarity's continued breathing, Twilight is certain that he isn't her type and that she wouldn't enjoy taking Rarity’s place. Rarity was currently having to pull the gaunt stallion’s hips towards her as he kept drifting off in a trance of pleasure at her blowjob. She is wearing a black turtleneck that clings to her like a second skin, cropped at the bottom of her ribcage to show off her midriff. Her nipples and puffy areolae jut through the stretched stitching, erect and being constantly teased by the threads digging into them. Squeezed over her broad birthing hips and flawless alabaster thighs, she wears a pair of skintight khaki booty shorts which threaten to burst open under the pressure of her enormous marshmallow buttcheeks. Already torn in several spots, with squishy flesh pouring out around the miniscule garment. She wears fishnets on her long, model-esque legs, finishing with a pair of lavender platform heels. Her shorts were soaked, and a hand lay buried in the front, writhing madly as she masturbated to her own sexual display. The front of her inky sweater was streaked with thick ropes of drool and precum alike as she performed expert, sloppy head on the stallion that’d taken her fancy, who had one hand on the bar behind him and the other caressing Rarity’s gorgeous dark purple mane, stroking her spit-soaked angular jaw as it collided rhythmically with his swollen sack. Her thick eyeliner and mascara had smudged around the sapphires in her face, only increasing her level of whorishness.
Meanwhile, Twilight returns to dangle-gazing. “Too small. Too small. Too small. Too small. Pretty poor showing tonight, honestly. I expected at least somepony to break two feet, maybe my standards are too high.” Twilight thinks. As her gaze discovers a roll of socks padding out a stallion’s bulge she bursts out in giggles. “I shouldn’t laugh at that, it could count as discrimination. I’m a public figure. Wait. What? No. There’s no way that’s discrimination. There’s nothing wrong with having a tiny dick, it just means I won’t want to fuck you,” she assures herself. Twilight continues to scan and has to double take as she goes over a gaggle of stallions standing in a corner near a cigarette machine. She’d probably question why that machine hadn’t been dismantled if her attention wasn’t focused on the thing between one of the stallion’s thighs. “Sweet Celestia,” is her first thought, followed by, “I estimate that penis to be thirty-seven inches long.” Twilight layers a magnification enchant onto her eyes and inspects the dick in greater detail, tracing the smooth contours and bulging veins with her hawk-like eyes. On her fifty-fifth once-over, another thought pops into Twilight’s head, “from the way that’s resting in his pants, he doesn’t even look fully hard.” Followed by her first thought again, and then realizing “I absolutely need to fuck this stallion!” Now that she’s decided to have sex with him, she looks at the stallion attached to the penis in order to see if she’d have to invest in a paper bag before leaving the bar. She turns her gaze up and, forgetting to turn off her magic eyeballs, gets an eyeful of his muscular chest. Twilight wouldn’t normally have used her powers for this, she tells herself that she’s pretty singularly attracted to dick, but staring into those sculpted brown pectorals she begins to understand the appeal. After lingering on his body for far longer than it would haven taken to revert her vision to normal, she finally looks at his face. Twilight doesn’t recognize him, but you might. It’s Crafty Crate! best known for scowling at Derpy in that one episode, and that time he sold Fluttershy a singular cherry.
His eyes crinkle as he chuckles with the menagerie of ponies standing around him. He looks familiar, his five o'clock shadow is too distinctive to forget. But from where? Did she fuck him? No, she wouldn’t forget a cock that big. Maybe they went to school together? “Well, this unanswered question makes as good an icebreaker as any...” Twilight Sparkle thinks as she walks across the bar, a wad of semen splashes against her ass, reminding her that she is desirable and boosting her confidence right when she needs it. As Twilight gets closer to her target she realizes just how fucking tall he is; using her unparalleled skill at eyeballing length and knowledge of her own height being 6’2” -she’s on the tall side, as an alicorn- she places him at a solid 7’10”, even taller than Cadence and nearly as tall as Luna. A real giant. His bulging chest is squeezed into a tight black T with some incomprehensible white text that looks like a cross between a spiderweb and a fresh coat of jizz slapped across it. The duffel bag hanging off his shoulder looks extra small right between his giant arm and chest.
Before she can think of a greeting, he takes initiative. “Princess Twilight Sparkle! To what do I owe this pleasure?”
Twilight immediately blushes. It’s just her name, but anything would fluster Twilight so long as this stallion was the one saying it. “Oh, you know, I was just around... and thought I recognized you from somewhere. So I came over. So… what does your shirt say?”
“ ‘Choking Hazard.’ Have you heard them? They’re a hardcore rock band, like between Fuckslut and Double Penetrator.”
“I’d like to be between a fuckslut and a double penetrator! Hay-O!” a random stallion butts in. Crate gives him a high five so fucking loud that they can hear it over the music next door. The stallion leaves clutching his forearm.
“I haven’t listened to them. Sounds nice, though,” Twilight sighs as she places her hand over the right half of the logo, and the pectoral muscle beneath it. His chest swells under her hand as he extends his arm and drapes it over her back, taking hold of her far shoulder. Twilight’s ovaries catch in her throat as Crate pulls her, smushing her titties against the top of his abs with his firm grip.
“So where did you say you recognized me from? Obviously I’m familiar with you, princess of friendship and all.”
With each of Twilight’s short, over-aroused breaths she inhales more of Crate’s masculine scent, pushing her already slutty psyche into further depths of dick-obsessed depravity. “Oh, I’m not sure,” she giggles, “probably like school or something; it couldn’t have been recent, I wouldn’t forget a hunk like you so easily.”
“Probably not school, I’m from Cloudesdale. Just blew in for a couple of deliveries. Anyway, you’ve soaked through my pants as well as yours; so you wanna fuck?”
At the mere suggestion Twilight melts against his chest, knees weak and knocking together as feminine fluid pours between them from her supersaturated panties.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Crate chuckles, “I’d ask your place or mine. But obviously it’s yours.”
The couple disappear from the bar, leaving only the memory of a purple flash and a slight smell of ozone.
…
“Glad I brought my overnight bag,” Crate chuckles as he tosses the aforementioned duffel bag into an obscure corner of the room, not paying attention to where it lands as he keeps his eyes focused on Twilight.
Twilight immediately descends on him, unzipping his pants and starting to kiss the thick base of his cock as she wiggles his pants down. With each inch that she reveals her levels of excitement grows, until his pants lay around his ankles and a colossal forty inch penis dangles between his ankles.
“Oh my fuck!” Twilight moans as she hugs his dick, pressing her cheek against the base and letting the rest rest in her cleavage. “You’re like twice as big as my last coltfriend.”
Crafty Crate grabs Twilight Sparkle’s hair and pulls her face off his dick, leaving her tongue hanging in the wind. “Wanna know a secret?” he asks, “I’m still flaccid.”
Twilight instantaneously orgasms. Her long tongue rolls out from between her thick purple lips along with a substantial amount of drool. A display of feminine arousal in liquid form only rivaled by her own crotch. She squeezes Crate’s cock tighter against her chest. “That’s so fucking hot,” she moans, dragging her tongue down his impressive length until she reaches the broad flare at the end and gives it a kiss. She holds the dick with both hands as she starts to make out with it, slobbering over his flare and mixing her ample saliva with his equally numerous precum. “Just how big does this monster get?”
“Heh, you’ll see,” Crate responds, dick throbbing to life as he does, growing four inches longer and one thicker, as well as much harder.
As Twilight inhales and ingests plenty of intoxicating pre, her thoughts turn to dick exclusively. “I thought I would never find a three footer, and this stallion’s bigger than that soft. I can’t even add him to my big dick chart, he’s too much of an outlier; he’d ruin the date set more than he’s going to ruin my throat. Oh Celestia, he’s a keeper for certain. Speaking of, I should prove to him that I’m worth keeping.” Twilight suddenly goes from idly sucking on his tip, to trying to take as much of his giant cock as possible. She gulps repeatedly, swallowing foot after foot of his cock, forcing the thick member to coil in the bottom of her stomach. Twilight can feel her organs filling up with cock, especially as Crate gets hard and the several feet of penis crammed into her tummy multiply. The size of his penis is visible through her skin, making her otherwise slight stomach bulge obscenely. Twilight Sparkle has shoved a lot of big dicks, and even bigger dildos, into her mouth; but never anything this big, her extensive breathing training is proven useless as Crafty’s cock grows so thick that it strains her esophagus, a fit so tight that no air can eep through. Twilight’s eyes flutter as they roll back into her skull. Her gag reflex makes her swallow involuntarily, dragging his penis further into her, until Twilight’ lips squish against his ballsack and the base of his torso.
Twilight feels her consciousness floating away, and at the last second she’s still able to do so, teleports herself a few feet up. Twilight’s butt lands on Crate’s erect dick and she straddles it as she leans against his chest, catching her breath with heaves that make her giant boobs jiggle against his sculpted torso. “Sorry, I couldn’t take it any longer,” she gasps.
“You’re fine, don’t worry about it. You’re the first pony to even attempt taking the whole thing,” Crafty Crate says as he comforts Twilight with a few well timed rubs and pets. “Do you wanna stop?”
“No way José. That cock might not fit in my mouth, but I’ve got at least two other holes we can try,” Twilight says as she rubs her butt on his cock, and smiling as she feels it’s tremendous girth spreads her asscheeks apart. She raises her head up and purses her lips, offering Crate a kiss which he quickly accepts; pushing his lips back against hers as her other pair of lips perform a similar act against the top of his shaft.
Crate pulls away, lips smeared with a few streaks of purple, and whispers, “You taste like my cock.”
“You suck yourself off?” Twilight giggles.
“Of course. Who with the capacity to do so doesn’t?”
Twilight spins 180°, facing away from Crate and towards the tip of his giant dick. She lifts her arms, pulls off her shirt, but leaves on the zero-gravity spell she uses for a bra, she leans down and uses her breasts to massage Crate’s dick just like her butt did moments ago. She lays down on it, pushing it deeper into her deep cleavage and wrapping all of her limbs around it. And as she looks over it and realizes just how much bigger it is than her whole body, orgasms again. Twilight’s thighs grip the dick tighter and her hips rock against against him like a sexy inchworm as she once again leaks like a faucet from both ends. “So this is what, seven feet long?” she asks after coming back into a sensible mindstate.
“Just about, it’s 88 inches to be exact. Good guess, most mares go way over and think I’m ten feet or something ridiculous.”
“Yeah. I’m pretty good at estimating distance, especially with dicks,” Twilight says between planting kisses along his shaft, putting solid purple lip-prints over the long lipstick smears left after the blowjob. Crate’s dick twitches as Twilight smooches and strokes it with her whole body, growing painfully erect and completely hard. “Although I could worship this cock all day long, I wanna feel it inside me. Go lay down on the bed.”
Crate is taken aback. “Oh, no, that’s okay. You don’t have to-“
Twilight pulls on Crate’s penis and with her magic causes him to rise into the air. His wings flap instinctually. “No. I have to. Listen here, I know you’re used to logistical issues halting your lust, but you stand before a size queen and an archmage. Through my magic and determination, I will take you.” Twilight says as she floats him over to her bed and lays him on it. All the while, still hugging and worshiping his penis. Now sticking straight up, she swivels around it so that she can face Crafty without letting go of his dick. “I’ve reinforced my vagina with stretching enchantments, there’s no way you can break me. That being said, please try your hardest to do so.”
Twilight Cums (at least) Twice
“My name is Twilight Sparkle, and I love giant penises. I’ve told myself that countless times, but sometimes I question just how deep that love runs. This is one of those times. I’m looking at a dick longer than I am tall and thicker than my head, I’m frantically checking the spells I’ve cast on my own vagina, as a single point of failure could kill me. I should be scared, terrified even; but all I can feel while looking at this apocalyptic dick is turned on. It probably won’t hurt me, I trust my magic; but I’ve only tested this spell up to four feet, so I can’t know I’m safe. Am I willing to take that risk? Do I want this cock that much? Yes.
So I guess the answer to the question of how much I love dick is “more than life itself.” And I’m aware that sounds pathetic. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t such a slut, but never while I’ve got a giant dick inside of me.”
Thought Twilight Sparkle as she acquainted her mons with the giant flare of Crafty Crate’s giant dick. She spreads her legs into a 180° angle and begins to gently lower her levitated body. Twilight squirms, struggling in vain to cram his cock in. Each small motion sends waves through her beachball tits, jiggling for far longer than any normal tit and never settling due to her magical antigravity enchantment bra, just jiggling eternally like tits in space.
“If I can just get,” Twilight grunts, “over the flare”
She lifts herself several feet into the airand slams herself back down on Crafty’s cock, but once again fails to force his dick into her, which isn’t surprising considering that it has a diameter over thrice that of her dainty waist. Meanwhile, Crafty Crate thought:
“What they hell is up with Twilight’s tits? They’re shaking like some kind of sexy bobble head. I love them.”
With ample entertainment to keep his appendage engorged, Crate can do little more than watch as with another great heave on the part of Twilight, her body finally accepts the mate her mind selected 30 minutes ago. Twilight orgasms in victory as she clutches her crotch, palms pushing against Crate’s dick through her stretching skin. Twilight writhes in pleasure, arching her back and rolling her hips against his cock to work more in. As he goes deeper into her, she feels her body shifting to accommodate him; pushing past organs already compressed in the name of beauty, constantly stretching her pussy, spreading each inch he enters exponentially wider. Twilight stares at her waist as it begins to distend around him, stretched so far from its original size that the skin is taut and displays every throbbing detail of his dick. The image is so captivating, and feels so overwhelmingly good that Twilight doesn’t notice when she stops lowering herself, or Crate speaking until he has said her name several times.
“Yeah?” Twilight asks, turning her head to face him, eyes still glazed over and mouth hanging open.
“Are you good, should we keep going?”
“Mn~ Sorry… Just pull~ Mmnm~ Just pull me down!”
“And you’re sure your magic will-”
“Do you hear… mm~meEe~... shut up! Just fuck me already! I’m the princess of magic! I won’t fucking break!” Twilight screams, each clause coming in on it’s own miniature orgasm.
“Okay,” Crate nods as he leans forward to seize Twilight’s slender calves, and his destiny.
Twilight disengages her levitation spell and slumps farther down Crafty’s cock, until the contours of her waist are solely defined by his dick. Slowly the details become fuzzy as he pumps her full of precum. The weight of it all pulls Twilight’s stomach into a beautiful roundness. She feels a comfortable warmth radiate from it into the core of her being, a feeling usually only a stallion’s orgasm can provide her; and this testament to his virility only serves to excite her further. Gallons of slick fluid help Twilight slide further down his cock, staggered by delays for her pussy to relax enough to allow further passage. She can feel as the magic inside her goes into effect, bending space and skin so that he can safely penetrate the entire length of her torso. With each stuttering breath Twilight is reminded of his size, as her lungs are unable to fully expand due to the enormous penis also crammed into her ribcage. He’s now as deep as Flash could go, but his superior thickness means that he’s already filled her with many times more dick, by volume. And as Twilight’s pleasure is directly correlated to the volume of penises inside her, Crate is already giving Twilight ten times the pleasure Flash could, and only increasing. He’s decimating her pussy. Simply put this dick feels amazing, but knowing it’s not yet halfway in feels even better.
“Babe, could you please open your cervix?” Crafty asks as he rams his cock into her with increased torque. His flare strains against the aforementioned cervix, threatening to break into her feminine temple if not given willing access. At this point I’d like to remind you that this is a biological function of horses, do your research.
Twilight immediately complies. Crate winds up for a powerful thrust, expecting to hit a wall, but as he finds no such resistance, spears another foot-and-a-half of his perfect cock into Twilight, directly into her enchanted womb. The purple unicorn orgasms again, just as she knew she would the second that cock brushes her womb, the initial contact being eighteen inches long only serving to make that orgasm all the more mind-shatteringly amazing. Now this is officially the longest dick she’s had inside her, but oh baby, he can get so much longer.
Twilight tries to remember to be worried as he goes deeper than four feet into her, and into the danger zone, but there’s no place for it in her brain next to all the ecstasy and euphoria. As new ground is broken in the field of stretching spells, so too is broken the flesh of her deepest vagina. The full magically enhanced length of her pussy squeezes his dick with concentric muscular spasms; each wave of pleasure which beats upon the shores of Twilight’s psyche sends another cock-massaging contraction down his dick, reciprocating a fraction of Twilight’s oceans of pleasure into her partner. Twilight’s vocalizations rise from feminine moaning into loud, erotic screaming capable of informing neighbors of just how well laid their princess is. All the while Crate keeps slamming his dick inside Twilight, barely able to pull back because of how hard her pussy is sucking him, but easily able to feed that hungry hole more dick. The increased penetration drives her orgasm that many inches higher and louder, into decibels capable of covering all of Twilight’s kingdom with the wild yelped exclamations of how big, sexy, awesome, good, and hot the stallion currently under her is. She just can’t stop cumming, each orgasm only serving to tighten the relationship between mare and stallionhood. Her volume wraps around to quiet as she passes the six-foot mark on Crate’s dick, reduced to whimpering by the biggest dick of her young life.
Crafty moves his hands to Twilight’s hips and slowly slides her down the last of his dick, intimately savoring the feeling of her pussy growing to fit around each new inch. At long last Twilight’s pelvis collides with his. Full penetration has occurred, inform the presses. Crate stops thrusting for a moment, and in the slight reprieve 1% of Twilight’s thoughts turn to “I’m not dead,” before she disregards that thought along with any other worries she had about this dick, so she can focus all of her energy on enjoying it.
“I’m… impressed…” Crafty grunts as he struggles to pull Twi even an inch up his dick. All these muscles, all this dick, and yet he is still in a position of weakness before this female. That’s just not right. And yes it feels good to finally go balls deep in somepony, but still, he should be on top. Watching her up there, held up by his cock, cumming her brains out, heart-shaped pupils rolling around in their sockets, tongue flipping and drooling on her cleavage, arms wrapped around her own torso like she’s trying to squeeze herself even tighter around the cock; it makes Crate furious. Twilight is in a world of pleasure all her own, utterly oblivious to the plight of the pony attached to the penis she’s enjoying.
Crafty is about to put the moves on Twilight. Tighten his grip, flip her on her back, and really fuck her brains out. Literally, fuck her brains out. But before he has a chance to add a guro tag, the beige hunk feels some stirring deep inside himself. His heart? No, prostate. He feels the semen coursing inside his dick, and says nothing to warn her.
Twilight isn’t aware of the orgasm until it’s too late for preventative measures. What she is aware of is cum. Cum everywhere. Initially, cum in her pussy, coming at her gallons at a time and truly testing the limits of her fancy magic muff. She can feel her magic getting tight, with so much of the limited space her body can provide already given to his cock, what of its progeny? Cum on the bed. Although there may be no pony in Equestria more qualified to teleport en masse quantities of semen out of her own abdomen, Twilight isn’t quite done aheagoing into the next dimension. Semen pours out of her in defiance of her arcane enhanced tightness, and over both sides of Crate’s hips like you think he’d be used to. In fact, not even the orgasm’s owner was prepared for it. He’s not used to a princess’ pussy milking him for all he’s worth, and has never cum this strongly before. Then, cum on the floor. The bed is neither big nor absorbent enough, and in no time the stains of sex descend further, and lower still until the very bones of the house will stink of musk for years to come. Or at least until Tirek escapes Tartarus and vaporizes the place, or maybe the princesses will suck him off and send him back to hell peacefully. Who really knows what the future holds?
After long enough for both parties to fully climb and descend the mountain of sexual arousal, several times over for one of them, Crate finally stops ejaculating on everything.
“That might be the best sex I’ve ever had,” Twi whispers.
“No might for me,” Crate chuckles, “I’m not exactly used to mares getting it in.”
“Always glad to take your virginity,” Twilight grins before teleporting down to the bed.
The cool air rushes in around his dick, and immediately sets it off again. An unbroken stream of cum rises into the air like the world’s most opaque waterfall. The cum splashes against the other cum as it hits the floor, bed, alicorn, and everything else in the room.
*POP*POP* Twilght appears halfway up his dick, clinging to the side of it with her powerful thighs, a condom the size of a garbage bag pinched between her teeth. She begins unfurling it down his length with both arms, and already he effortlessly bloats the bag. Crate winces and moans as his aftershock of an orgasm winds down after only a couple gallons of the thick white stuff.
“You done, hon?” Twi asks while gingerly rubbing his length.
“Yeah… I think I’m good,” Crafty pants.
“You’re a ridiculously good lay,” she swoons, still tracing her fingers up and down his vascular cockveins. “I know you’re not from Ponyville, but if you’re ever back in town, I want you to have my number.” A slip of parchment materializes above them, and Twilight inscribes her digits on it with licks of purple arcane fire. Then, she folded it up and levitated it into Crate’s pants’ pocket, all crumpled up on the floor.
Meanwhile, Crate seemed to be slipping off into Luna’s domain. “Great,” Twilight thought, “Now I can get some pictures, the girls are never gonna believe this.”
Pinkie’s Predicament and Fluttershy's Kissing Conundrum
As Twilight Sparkle walked downstairs she saw Pinkie and Fluttershy sat about the table in her brunch nook.
“Yeah, just let yourselves in,” she groggily deadpans and walks over there. She was wearing only a purple and black plaid bathrobe. So much of its fabric wrapped over her tits that it was short, and did all of nothing at all to cover her snatch. She wasn’t wearing her glasses and her mane was cockamamie.
Meanwhile, Pinkie Pie prattles on like Twi had said nothing at all. “-so the other day I was getting raped in Sugarcube Corner and she was just going ham smacking my tits, just treating them like a pair of punching bags, you know? But it wasn’t really getting me off, so that like really sucked! And so then again today I’m getting titfucked by Clever Quill, back when I was unicycling over her, and just NOT CUMMING!” Pinkie groans, “so then I was thinking about who I could ask for advice, and I’m like ‘Of course! Fluttershy! She’s got the most sensitive tits, like, ever!’ ”
“i’m not that sensitive…” Fluttershy mumbles, a little more mumbly than usual.
“Oh P-leeez! I’ve seen you cum from just purple nurples before! Cum hard! So anyway, like how do I get like that?”
“uh… i don’t know… i was just born this way I guess,” Fluttershy said incredulously.
“Shoot! Hey Twilight! How can I get super sensitive titties like Shy?!” Pinkie Pie screams, or says enthusiastically and loud in any case.
Twilight turns around from where she was standing, in front of the coffee pot. She cocks an eyebrow at Pinkie and continues telekinetically mixing her coffee in midair behind her. It splashes down into her “I Swallow” mug and the decaffeinated unicorn takes a long, thot provoking sip before responding. “I don’t know, Pinkie… maybe you could practice teasing them, during sex and when you’re alone. They’re like any muscle, needs exercise to improve,” Twilight says before taking a seat next to her best friends.
“OOH! Thanks Twilly, I’ll have to try that! Usually when I’m masturbating I just shove my plug in my ass and then lick the whipped cream off myself,” Pinkie beams.
“well, you could still incorporate that. suck the cream off your nipples,” Fluttershy recommends.
“Ooh yeah! Is that what you do?!” Pinkie responds.
“no, I can’t reach my nipples,” Fluttershy says. She sticks out her arms and swings them in a circle, demonstrating how they do, indeed, not reach her nipples, which are resting on the floor, along with most of her gigatits. “are you alright Twilight?” Fluttershy inquires, “you seem off.”
“First I drink coffee,” Twilight sticks up one finger, “then I do stuff,” she says as she shoots up her second.
Pinkie Pie cackles and takes a sip of her own beverage which, knowing her, is a cup of nothing but creamer and maybe jizz or whipped cream. Pinkie Pie had pretty big boobs, neither the smallest nor biggest of her friends, a solid fourth place below Twilight and above Dash. Or at least that was the distribution the last time they all got measured while shooting last year’s Elements of Harmony Swimsuit Calendar. But Pinkie Pie wasn’t wearing her swimsuit to this brunch, sorry about any inconveniences. She was however wearing a burgundy shirt branded by Sugarcube Corner with a little pink cupcake embroidered on the left breast. Pinkie’s sweater puppies had pushed the logo to nigh invisibility, on the far outside left of her oodles of squishyness. She also wore no pants, her big fat thighs and jiggly ass were pressed bare against the wooden chair.
“I also got fucked into next week last night,” Twilight says offhandedly.
That got their attention. Both ponies perk up like dogs hearing the word “ball”.
“Ooh! Got any pictures for us?” Pinkie asks.
“Yeah, hold on.” Twilight feels around on her robe. “Oh yeah, no pockets. My phone’s upstairs, one second.” Twilight teleports out of there, her robe falls limp in her empty chair. When Twilight returns from the æther clutching her phone a couple minutes later, she’s bitching, “I always do that when I’m tired,” as she picks up her clothes.
She starts levitating her phone while shimmying her robe back on. The phone spins in the air before a magically magnified screen forms around it, projecting the giant image of Twilight hugging a branch-sized monster cock, smiling as wide as physically possible.
“Sweet Celestia!” Pinkie exclaims, her jaw drops onto the table and her tongue rolls across it like the red carpet. That hyperlong tongue was exceptionally good at slurping over fat horsecock, but it’s true limits had only been tested once. Stallions in Las Pegasus and other far flung lands, stallions who knew nothing else of her, knew that Pinkie Pie could suck an egg through fifty feet of rubber tubing ever since she had demonstrated her ability to do just that a few months prior, at the summer sun festival. Which naturally made national headlines in popular slutting magazines and was a great time for everypony involved. However had the truth of the situation been revealed, she might have been fined for cheating in a public contest. Momentarily, Pinkie pulls on her tongue and it snaps back into her mouth like it’s a measuring tape. “Who the hell is that?!” she moans.
“Crafty Crate,” Twilight blushes, energized by the caffeine and cock, “let me show you the next one.”
The screen changes to show the stallion himself, clearly asleep, with his flaccid cock next to his head on Twilight’s pillows and dripping precum.
“So yeah…” Twilight bites her lip, reveling in the jealousy pouring out of these two drooling sluts, “he’s like seven feet long, mm~ It was a real test of my magical vagina, but I’m still here so…” she grins cheekily.
“I want that!” Pinkie hollars, standing up and slamming both hands on the table, making Fluttershy jump and her breasts bounce like an inflatable house. “You said he’s upstairs? Magic my pussy up like yours! I’m ready! I’m ready! Put me in coach!”
“Jeez, slow down,” Twilight chuckles, “he’s probably still asleep, we fucked for like four hours.” She starts twirling one finger in her hair, daydreaming about her new boytoy. “Dehydrated too, he came like a lot~” She switches to the next picture, one displaying a garbage-bag of a condom filled to bursting dangling off his tip, seal clearly straining to stay on his flare.
Fluttershy was still cockshocked, tongue hanging out less cartoonishly than Pinkie’s, but still forming a growing pool of saliva on the table. She wipes her mouth with her sleeve before speaking, “twilight, is that real? I mean, did you magically make his cock that huge?”
“No! I didn’t even have to. He’s just, oh my gosh, he’s just so big!” Twilight swoons.
“Yeah, just like your tits aren’t magic,” Pinkie says smuggly.
“All unicorns’ tits are magic,” Twilight groans, “I tried to explain this to you, it’s where we store our mana.”
Pinkie rolls her eyes like any time Twi gets technical. “Come on, show us the next pic,” she groans lustily. Her arms are both down between her legs, pushing her boobs of considerable mass together and forward while playing with her puss.
“Did I take any more?” Twi asks rhetorically as she swipes back through the previous three images. The fourth she comes to is also a horsecock, just not the one we need right now. It’s motley pink in addition to black, and way smaller than Crate’s. “No, guess that’s it.”
Pinkie Pie throws her head back, sighing, as her forearms start shaking, vibrating even, going double time trying to get herself off.
“um twilight?” Shy asks.
“Yeah?” she responds.
“where do unicorn stallions keep their mana? is it in there balls?”
“Now that’s an interesting question,” Twi begins, while levitating her phone to her hand, and stashing it between her breasts. “There is an ancient legend about that, but I’ve never met anypony who could do it. It's actually in the appendix.”
“Whoah! Mana balls?!” Pinkie perks up, “Can they cast spells from their dicks?!”
Twilight paused. “Presumably.” At which Pinkie’s head rolled over the back of the chair and she returned to loudly shlicking, probably thinking about magic casting cocks. “But it’s not real, Pinkie. They’re mythological.”
“Pffffft!” Pinkie raspberries without facing her. “You know how many of the creatures we’ve fought I thought was mythological? Hydras and chimeras can be real, but I can’t have a few spell-slinging shlongs?”
“Oh believe me, it is a fun idea. And if you meet anypony who can, you let me know,” Twi chuckles. “Especially if he’s hung, my two passions could be united.”
Then there was a knock at the door.
“I’ll get it,” Twi says and stands up to do just that.
The door opens, and it’s Rainbow Dash! She’s wearing soft gray gym shorts pinched around her luscious thick thighs, and a white sleeveless shirt with the wonderbolts logo on it. The logo is a little misshapen and faded from the balloon tits beneath stretching the fabric, but not so much that it isn't still easily recognizable as a W with wings.
“Hey hey!” Dash says, “look who found the door! Can I come in?”
Twilight beckons and they start off towards the kitchen.
“So what’s up Twiller? Am I the first one here?”
“Nope. Pinkie and Shy are already here. Pinkie’s probably gonna be going on about unicorns with magical penises,” Twilight expositions.
“Why?” Dash chuckles.
“I brought it up,” Twi sighs.
“Oh wait! So are they real?”
“No! And trust me on this, I’ve studied a lot of unicorn dick, you know?” Twilight implores as they arrive in the kitchen.
“Just imagine what it would feel like though Shy!! A huge unicock blowing a load of magic up into you!” Pinkie lusts while pumping her forearm in midair as if to demonstrate the magical load blowing.
Fluttershy has her knees pulled up to her chest with oodles of it pouring around her legs, trying to ignore Pinkie’s ceaseless ranting.
“What, you’ve never been hornblasted before?” Twilight asks.
“Nah! It’d be better than that!” Pinkie buts in, “Cause he’d be thick! A horn ain’t thick!”
"So anyways, Pinkie. Although I hate to bring a cockversation to end," Twilight said, "but Pinkie Pie, didn't you have a PowerPoint to show us?"
Pinkie Pie leapt up abruptly. "How could I forget?! The Fairity for Charity! Quick! Fluttershy! Can you run a "kissing" booth?!"
Fluttershy scrunched up in her chair as Pinkie's face entered her personal space. "yes. although i am worried by those extra quotation marks."
• • •
"Doesn't anypony kiss with their mouths anymore?" Fluttershy thought to herself as her throathole got mercilessly dicked yet again. When she signed up for this kissing booth, she thought it would be a nice relaxing afternoon of sucking face, but here she was getting orally slammed regardless. At least the fee for her blowjobs would be used to save the whales.
After swallowing a couple gallons of watery horse cum, Fluttershy pulled off. The oregano-hued stallion tucked his cock back in his basketball shorts and sauntered off to enjoy the rest of the fair. Meanwhile, Fluttershy burped as a bubble of pure jizz rolled up her throat.
"Ugh, I need some water," she croaked around the cum coating her esophagus. And with that, she picked up the tip jar and left the kissing booth.
Meanwhile, Twilight was doing, as one might except, the administrative work. Clipboard clasped against her massive chest cushions, she sashed from one attraction to the next, checking on volunteer workers. Rarity was in a dunk tank full of cum, squishing her tits on the glass to entice stallions to play her game. The cum dripping off every inch of her body told Twilight she'd already been dunked, and managed to reset the tank herself. That's great. Normally that bimbo can't find her way out of a paper bag. Next.
Twilight stolled up to the wooden booth who's sign read " "Kissing" Booth, 1¢" "Now where's Fluttershy?" she asked herself while investigating the simple wooden stall, bending over it to see if Fluttershy was on her knees behind it. Frustrated, Twilight began surveying the fair at large, looking for her yellow pal. She was therefore very surprised when a hand closed around her horn, and a big meaty horsecock slapped against her cheeks.
Her eyes snapped back to looking ahead, sizing up her assailant. He was a head shorter that Twilight, but was managing to fuck her throat while they were both standing up, so he was of acceptable size for the size princess. After a few seconds, Twilight pushed him off her and spat out his monster cock.
"Hey!" she exclaimed with a spray of cockjuices, "what's the big idea?"
"Kissing booth, right?" the stallion asked, placing a single bit on the counter.
"I'm on the executive committee," Twilight said, lifting her left tit to show off the blue pin pinned to her cardigan, which said the same.
"I work here!" Fluttershy piped up, rushing back behind the booth.
"Ah, well then," the stallion said before slapping his cock on the counter.
Fluttershy quickly went to work, wrapping her DSLs around his flare and slurping his shlong. Twilight stared on lustfully. This massive cock throbing in front of her eyes, dribbling with precum that escaped Shy's swollen cheeks. Twilight would never admit to it, but she was jealous as hell.
Fluttershy's oral worship only lasted a couple of minutes, a one bit blowjob is quick, you get what you pay for. She gasped while wrenching her throat off his bitchbreaker, copious strands of fuckslime connecting the two as they parted.
"Ah. Now that's what I call a good one bit blowjob, great value for the money," the stallion sighed as he slumped his cock over his left shoulder.
"Hold up," Twilight said, putting a hand on his chest, "how would you like to try the five bit special?"
The stallion raised an eyebrow and started to say something before Twilight grabbed his cock with her supernaturally long tongue. Let me explain: Twilight found this old sailor spell for tying knots, mixed it up with your standard expansion incantation, and the result makes her tongue like fourty inches long and fully prehensile. Alright, glad that's explained. Her enhanced appendage immediately began wrapping around his foot-wide, flared cock, swirling in a massage more complex than Fluttershy could dream of. Then the blowjob really started, she reeled her tongue back in until her massive cock cushions met cock. Then she started sucking, lips clamped down like she was trying to keep it airtight, slobbering on his gigantic flare as she steadily sucked him deeper in. Meanwhile, her tongue was working even harder, slithering down his cockslit, french kissing his dick with foot after foot of magically dexterous tongue, yet getting nowhere near his base.
Fluttershy watched on in awe, trying to take notes when she wasn't busy cumming just from watching Twilight make out with this monsterous cock. Her own tongue dropped out of her mouth alongside a stream of thick drool.
The stallion in question leaned back on the kissing booth, steadying himself as his knees got weak. Between them, his balls gurgled, and shot precum even more vigorously. Twi eagerly accepted all the globby pre he could make without spilling a drop, mixing it with her own thick saliva, into the most wonderfully thick, clear fuck-goo.
Twilight kept this up for minutes on end, sucking up every ounce his massive nuts could produce and using it to lube up her tongue as it tickled the depths of his dick. She easily lost track of time, falling into a cock worshiping trance, as many a slut is prone to do while worshiping such a prodigious dick. She sucked him for so long, Fluttershy finished off five clients in the background. Although that was not without comments regarding Twilight, and when they could get a turn with her throat.
All of a sudden the hose of precum stopped. Twilight's eyes shot open and she looked up just in time to see him grab her head and hold it down, and then the floodgates burst. Twilight was aware, her belly was already quite full with just the twenty minutes of pre, not even requiring the stretching enchantment to activate. Two seconds later, it triggered. He came, and came, and came, sweet Celestia did he cum. Not in ropes or waves, but one constant stream, like a firehose, or more accurately a hydro electric dam's drain. Twilight's gut swelled instantly, pushing her tits up and apart, then her cheeks puffed out, then her magic started opening pocket dimensions to store it, just in time so none spewed out from between her lips.
His orgasms lasted at least as long as the blowjob itself, but Twilight was even less connected to reality during it, so she couldn't be sure. After a half hour of ceaseless nutting, the stallion finally winds down enough to shoot distinct ropes of cum, with breaks between them. After about 55 of those, he stops orgasming. "Oh~~ fucking hell~" the stallion moans, "I've never cum from oral before. Except on free blowjob day, so, consider yourself as good at head as Celestia."
Twilight gave him a thumbs up as they gingerly pulled his cock out of her intestines.
Fluttershy, who had sucked off another baker's dozen stallions since we last heard from her, took the stallion's six bits. They made a plinking sound as they entered her tip jar. His flare smushed against her face again.
"Do you mind cleaning me off?" the stallion asked, displaying a cock that glistened in the sun with Twilight's throat slime.
Fluttershy acquiesced without a word, and even did it for free.
• • •
Meanwhile Pinkie Pie was cooking up erotic confections. She had a bag of frosting up her ass, and was frosting a cake with her butt while using her hands on the more dangerous task of deep fat frying. Donuts that looked like buttholes, corn dogs that looked like cocks, and beignets that looked like breasts. As she leaned out of her foodtruck window to take some change, a stallion abruptly grabbed her nipples and started titfucking her.
"Here we go again," she said aloud.
