Sequestered in Slutquestria

“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.”