Sequestered in Slutquestria

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.