The next morning…

“Aaaah!” The shrill cry rang throughout the treebrary.

Twilight woke up with a start and took stock of her surroundings. First of all, based on the light coming through the curtains, it was around six in the morning. Second, her cuddle aid was missing. Second and a half, that scream sounded an awful lot like Trixie. And thirdly, there were one, two, three… forty plus parasprites all over the place. “What the flying fuck!”

“Hmm. Wha?” asked a very groggy Spike as he sat up. “What’s going-Ah! I’m blind!”

“You’re not blind, Spike. You’ve just got parasprites in your eyes.”

“That’s not much better,” he said as he removed the buggers and took in the state of the treebrary. “What’s going on?”

“How are there so many parasprites,” Twilight asked. “And how did they get out?”

“Uh, Twi.” Spike pointed down to the table where the cage had been left. The tiny metal bars had been peeled back like a blooming flower. “Looks like they broke out.”

“But how are there-”

“Haaalp!”

“Trixie!” Spike and Twilight said together. Both bolted down the stairs to where they’d heard the shouting. Spike slammed the door to the kitchen open and the pair took in the state of things. It looked like another hundred parasprites had perched along every available surface, but mostly they were swarming over the blue unicorn on the floor. Several of the buggers had lodged themselves up her pussy and were going to town while the others seemed to be impatiently waiting their turn. Trixie tried to move; whether to thrash in ecstasy or shake her assailants loose was unclear. It didn’t matter either way, as the mare could barely summon the strength to lift her own limbs.

“H-help,” she rasped weakly.

Thinking quick and remembering her comment from last night, Twilight conjured a small force of wind in the confined space. It wasn’t enough to dislodge any of the hanging cooking utensils, but it did send the parasprites flying. Then, grabbing Spike’s tail in her teeth and pressing a hoof to Trixie’s side, she winked out of existence, leaving the buggers confused as to where their food dispenser had gone.

A flash of light came from beneath the bathroom door as the three roommates reappeared.

“Th-thanks,” Trixie struggled to say.

“Trixie. Trixie.” Twilight’s volume rose in alarm as she carefully examined the blue mare. “Are you hurt? Did they poison you? Is anything numb?”

Trixie grinned like an absolute fool. “Trixie can’t feel anything from the waist down.” She laughed like a fool, too.

Twilight was in no mood. On top of her morning routine being ruined, her slave was now refusing to cooperate to utterly unacceptable degree. Using her magic, purple smart dropped the showmare in the tub and turned on a cold shower.

“Gah! Up, up! I’m up!” Trixie insisted, strength returning as she clambered out of the tub. “Urgh.”

“Welcome back to the land of the sober,” Twilight deadpanned and shut off the water.

“Good to be back,” Trixie panted from her spot on the floor. “Thank you for that.” The words escaped before she could fully process what had been said.

Twilight blinked, momentarily taken aback. Trixie had just thanked her, sincerely, almost reflexively, and without putting up any discernable fuss. However, there were more pressing issues at the moment, so she’d have to explore this development later. “What just happened? Tell me everything you can.”

Trixie nodded. But instead of answering right away, she turned around and planted her face into the tub. The drain was plugged and the water was starting to pool, granting her the perfect chance to hydrate. Twilight, not knowing how long the showmare had been in such a state, let her drink her fill.

“T-Trixie never saw it coming,” she began. “You had moved, so Trixie decided she’d come downstairs for a little midnight snack. She saw the para-whatevers in their cage, but there were ten of them. Trixie ignored them at first, even though they seemed to get all excited at seeing her, and went to the kitchen instead. As she was making a sandwich, there was a crash. Trixie, the brave and… ugh.” She pressed a hoof against her temple. “My head,” she whined.

“From three to ten,” Twilight repeated what seemed like the important parts. “When was this?”

“Ugh, about… three or four in the morning? Anyway, Trixie pushed the door open and they all just swarmed her. Trixie tried fighting back, but, uh, it didn’t seem so bad at first,” she admitted guiltily. “They just wanted to show Trixie her due adoration, so she let them.” Her slight smile faded into an expression of horror. “But they just… wouldn’t… stop. Minutes turned into hours. Every time one of the things would get its fill, it’d be replaced by another, and another, and a-fucking-nother. Honestly, it was a miracle Trixie managed to call out to you like she did.”

Then came another crash from the treebrary.

“That can’t be good,” observed Spike with wisdom beyond his years.

“Don’t open that door!” Trixie begged, clearly shaken from her ordeal.

Twilight nodded and instead cast a one-way transparency spell on the door. Then she beheld the terror of how right Spike was. Parasprites might look weak, and a strong enough wind could certainly shake them up, but a single one of the little guys was apparently strong enough to carry a whole book. And that’s what they were doing. They were carrying books, scrolls, and rags. For no discernable reason, some had grouped together to carry larger objects like chairs. One set was even trying to pull the curtains off the wall.

“The library!” Spike bemoaned. “All that work!”

“Worse. The Princesses will be here in just a few hours!” Twilight said, adding to the panic. “We’ve got to round these things up so they won’t do any more damage.”

“Can Trixie abstain?” the blue mare asked on shaky legs. “She can still barely stand. She’s, ugh, I don’t know what good I can do.”

“Twi,” Spike spoke up. “Before you do anything crazy, we should probably stop and, uh, make a list.” He knew that she would ask for this eventually. However, by suggesting so now, Twilight was more likely to think calmly and form a rational plan instead of sputtering helplessly for who knows how long.

“A list? Yes. That’s perfect, Spike.” She conjured up a quill and parchment in the drake’s hands. “We’ll compile everything we know so we’ll be better prepared to deal with this infestation.”

Spike nodded, glad that Twilight had been saved from her own chaotic mind. “Okay. Let’s start from the beginning.”

“Beginning. Right. Well, Fluttershy said she found the first one near the Everfree. She gave one to me for study and I gave one to Rarity because she wanted to use it. So that makes at least three infestation sites.”

“Add to that they multiply with sex,” Trixie added tiredly.

“Uh, I think that’s kind of universal,” Spike replied obliviously.

“No! Trixie means they feed on sex. I saw it. One that had been gobbling away at Trixie’s cunt suddenly flew off and then spat out a lump. That lump grew wings and started fluttering with the rest.”

“Mitosis.” The way Twilight said the word, you’d think it had killed her family. “These things are not only asexual, but they reproduce in a manner similar to mitosis, multiplying whenever they consume enough nutrients. In this case: sex juices.” Twilight dipped her head low. “Pinkie was right.”

“About what?”

“She predicted this almost exactly. She said it would start with a few good orgasms, and then, before ponies even realized what was happening, we’d be drowning in parasprites.” She gestured through the see-through door. “That’s as fitting a word as any.”

“Did Pinkie say anything else?”

Twilight’s ears perked. “Yes. Yes, she did. She said she needed a trombone!”

“What, pray tell, is that going to accomplish?” asked the groggy and irate Trixie.

“No idea!” Twilight declared. “But that’s literally our only lead. We’ve got to find Pinkie Pie and hope she can actually talk some sense for a change.”

“Ahm. Yes. Good,” Spike said as he nodded. “There’s just one teeny, tiny flaw in your plan.”

“And what’s that?”

Spike pointed down to his morning wood. “I just now noticed this place reeks of sex; way more than what went on with Trixie.” Then he pointed to Twilight’s erection, and then out the door. The parasprites had abandoned their aimless mayhem in favor of gathering around the door like a mob of rabid fangirls. “We’re all aroused, and I’m pretty sure they can smell it. How do you plan on getting out of here without being mobbed?”

Twilight swallowed the lump in her throat. “That… is an excellent question.”

***

As the denizens of the treebrary were formulating a strategy, the rest of Ponyville was dealing with the sudden invasion in their own ways. Rarity, after hours of diligent work, had managed to round up every one of the greedy, overly demanding vermin into several satchels. She wasn’t sure what she planned to do with them, though. It’s not like there were any volcanoes around here.

“Hey, Rarity,” greeted Pinkie. “How’s it hanging?”

“Dreadful. I never thought I’d ever be upset to wake up to a morning blowjob to greet the day, but it happened. I found these,” she jostled her satchels, “little ruffians all clamoring for access to both my marehoods. I swear there was just one for starters, but now there’s a small army.”

“Psh, tell me about it. Well, don’t worry. All your troubles will soon pass. For you see, Apple Jack just leant me,” the pink mare paused to fish around in her mane, “a harmonica!” She played it quite well. “Isn’t that great?”

Rarity rolled her eyes with heavy intensity. “Sorry, Pinkie. But as you can see, I’m a little busy right now.”

“And I’m not?” Pinkie countered. “Do you know how many more instruments I have to find? A lot! But don’t worry. If we split the list between us, we might just make it in time.”

“Please, Pinkie. I don’t have time for a silly scavenger hunt,” Rarity said dismissively as she strode past the pink mare. “I’ve got a real problem to deal with.”

“You’ve got a real problem, alright,” agreed Pinkie in a tone of challenge. “And a banjo is the only answer.” And she ran off, disappearing behind a building.

“Banjo,” Rarity scoffed. “Ugh, earth ponies.”

“Rarity!”

Rarity’s ears swiveled until she saw a purple mare heading straight for her. “Oh goodness, Twilight. I’m glad to see you. These, ugh, creatures are out of control.”

“I’m aware, but I don’t think it’s safe for you to be walking around with them.” Twilight gestured to Rarity’s satchels.

“Fear not, darling. I rounded them all up and they’re perfectly secure.”

“You sure? Because I kept three in a cage last night. They multiplied until their sheer mass broke them free. Right now, the safest course is to keep them indoors where they cant-”

*POP*

*POW*

*WHIZZ*

That was the sound of the satchels exploding and an army of parasprites going free. Some scattered in random directions, but most swarmed around the mares.

“-escape.”

“Ah! Fiends! Keep them away.”

“No worries. I’ve got this.” Twilight lit her horn and aimed the spell. Instead of using any kind of offensive magic against the horde’s limitless numbers, she’d reasoned that a defensive measure was their best course. That was why she blasted Rarity.

Rarity was waving her hooves franticly to bat the disgusting things away. She got in a few good hits, sending a few tumbling to the ground, but most were too fast. In fact, the only reason she managed to hit any was because they were so crowded that they couldn’t maneuver. However, as seconds turned into a minute, Rarity was relieved to find that they weren’t swarming her nearly as much as they had been. “Wh-what did you do?”

“I gave you armor.”

Perplexed, Rarity followed to where Twilight had pointed, and nearly emptied her stomach in revulsion. “What. Is. That?” Although she feared she already knew.

“An armored pelvic protector. It’s made of the same metal used by royal guards and should protect you from any and all unwanted sexual advances. In other words: a chastity belt.”

“I was afraid you were going to say that,” Rarity admitted, holding back her nausea. Not only was the item offensive on principle, but it was also tacky. “Ugh. The very idea that I would be wearing one of these. It’s just… There are no words.” Her whimper was most pathetic.

“There’s no choice,” Twilight insisted. “These things feed on sex juices to multiply, so we need to cut them off at the source.”

“Could you have at least made them a little less… crass?” Rarity asked as she eyed the brass metallic trousers. “If I have to wear something so horrid, I should at least look fashionable. Also, is this thing going to chafe?”

“No time for that. Have you seen Pinkie? She seems to know the most about what’s going on.”

“You just missed her. She was saying something about needing a banjo.” Rarity made another disgusted sound. “And I’m not sure I like the feeling of being in a disaster when Pinkie is the expert.”

“Beggars can’t be choosers. Trixie’s been sexed to exhaustion and I left Spike to maintain order and see if I’ve got any books on these things.” Twilight worriedly looked at the parasprites fluttering about. Most had given up on breaching Rarity’s armored box and were now heading off in random directions, no doubt to terrorize the unsuspecting town.

“They feed on sex juices, you say?” Rarity asked. “In that case, I suppose I ought to head out and warn ponies to – and I can’t believe I’m saying this – cover themselves up.” She shuddered. The idea of covering one’s privates in order to discourage sexual interest ran antithetical to everything she’d believed was good and right about the world. “This is so wrong.”

“Good idea. Spread the word to as many ponies as possible. Get in touch with Mayor Mare to see if she can rally ponies to some more organized defense. I’ll go to Fluttershy to at least make sure quarantine is kept there. If you find Pinkie, try to listen and figure out what she wants. I know it might sound silly, but-”

“Banjo, Twilight,” deadpanned Rarity. “She wants… a banjo.”

Twilight pursed her lips. “Fair enough. Even so, at least listen and try to figure out what she’s getting at. We really don’t have any other options.” And they split.

Running through town, Twilight was both horrified and impressed by how quickly the parasprites had spread. Could all of these have been from Rarity, or had some broken free from the Treebrary in the night? She might never know. What she did know was that ponies were already falling victim to the swarm. Mares, stallions, fillies, and colts littered the streets. They wore nothing but goofy grins as the parasprites ate them out or sucked them off. Twilight even saw a few suckling at a mare’s teats, making her wonder if breast milk counted as a sex juice, or if they were working in coordination to get the mare off to feed those eating at her cooch. Neither prospect sounded very good.

Alas, Twilight couldn’t afford to stop and help any of the victims. She only had so much magic and needed to save it to deal with the problem and not just the symptoms. Hopefully, the parasprites would move on once the well went dry, so to speak. In the meantime, she did set up a sound amplifier around herself, blaring a warning on repeat. “This is Twilight Sparkle telling all ponies to stay indoors. The swarm feeds on sex juices until you can’t move. Cover your privates so they can’t feed.” She could only hope that there weren’t too many ponies stupid enough to think that the word of Twilight Sparkle wasn’t something to be taken seriously.

“What the hell is going on?” RD demanded. She and Gilda flew alongside Twilight as she ran. “How’d there-” She paused and listened to Twilight’s looping broadcast. “Well, that sucks donkey balls.”

“Gilda. Please tell me this is ringing some bells,” purple smart plead.

The griffon just shrugged helplessly. “Sorry, Twi. I ain’t got nothing. Wish I did, though.” With her deadly eagle talon, she swatted at a clutch of the things swarming around her face. They fell to the ground, mangled and bloody. “These things are hella annoying.”

“Well, take these in the meantime.” Twi blasted chastity belts onto the flying pair. “And I’m not in the mood for any bitching. This armor is our only defense and you two might actually be able to help.”

“Uh oh.”

Twilight looked up at RD in horror. “Uh oh? What do you mean ‘uh oh’?”

“That!” RD pointed ahead to Fluttershy’s cottage. It was barely visible through the thick haze of… of…

“Oh shit!” Fearing the worst, Twilight booked it towards the cottage. As she neared, what she saw could only be described as a war zone.

Every animal in yellow quiet’s care had broken free, squeaking, squawking, and growling in a mad frenzy. But rather than scattering in a panic, as most animals would, these beasties actually stood their ground. The dogs and other larger animals had rallied around Harry the bear, swatting and chomping at the swarming menace. Each fierce swipe of their paws would ground between three and twenty parasprites at once, but the monsters were persistent. Thankfully, the ground was swarming with snakes and other small predators that eagerly ate up the things before they could rise again. Even Angel Bunny had proudly taken up a commanding role, directing the smallest and cutest of the critters to stomp and scratch at whatever the predators missed. Lastly were the birds, flying high overhead and diving at every parasprite that attempted to flee the scene.

It was a harrowing, inspiring sight. Twilight thought back to tales of ancient battles and the brave ponies who held the line. These creatures had been fighting for who knows how long, but their lack of sapience made their deeds no less brave. Briefly, the purple mare wondered if this day would live on as legend among their kind. If future generations would sing of this great battle as numerous species put aside their differences to stand up for a common goal: presumably protecting Fluttershy’s sweet pussy.

However, as the ponies neared, their hearts sank when the terrible truth was made clear. The animals were losing. The birds were too few and too small to maintain a proper quarantine. The parasprites seemed to have no concept of self-preservation, enabling them to pursue their targets without fear. While Angel and Harry made their stand near the front door, the rest of the grounds were littered with the fallen. Animals that were either careless or unlucky had fallen prey to the parasprites’ enthusiastic ministrations. And with every friend that fell, the parasprites would attain the means to reinforce their numbers. The battle… was hopeless.

“Don’t stop!”

Twilight’s ears perked at the familiar voice. It sounded like a whisper, yet she could hear it as clear as any shout.

Fluttershy poked her head out from Harry’s back with a look of embittered defiance upon her face. Like sharks smelling blood in the water, a large segment of the swarm clumped together and dove down. Animal cum was all well and good, but it went without saying that the honey of the sweetest, most adorable mare in the land was the true prize. However, the moment the clump was near enough, Fluttershy turned the stare upon them.

Her other friends didn’t really see it, though. All they saw was the clump of pests faltering mid-dive. It was like they’d all gone petrified with fear, leaving them helpless before the defending animals. It was a great victory to be sure, but the swarm only continued to grow.

“Fluttershy!” Twilight called.

“Get back, girls,” warned yellow quiet in a panic. “I don’t know how long we can hold out.”

“Maybe I can help.” Twilight lit her horn and blasted not only at Fluttershy, but all of the larger animals. It was both tricky and draining to size every chastity belt to fit so many body types at once, but these animals were doing something that was at least semi-effective, and Twilight wanted them to keep doing it for as long as possible.

“Oh dear,” Fluttershy gasped in surprise. Then the animals began to falter, stunned and agitated at the imposition of clothing. “No. Don’t stop, babies! Just ignore the clumpy stuff and keep fighting.”

The animals headed her words and continued their defense.

Twilight ran up to the yellow mare, not caring that she had to push past the dogs to do so. “What’s going on here, Fluttershy? I thought you of all ponies would be able to handle these things.”

“Sorry Twilight.” She turned her stare on another group attempting a bombing run. “We’ve been fighting all morning. I tried nicely to get them to listen, so now it’s time they feel mommy’s belt.” Her words were spoken with such deadly venom that the new arrivals got the worst of shivers.

“I thought you said she was supposed to be the nice one,” Gilda said to no one in particular.

“I’m nice to animals,” Fluttershy countered, baring her teeth. “But these vermin are no better than the ticks I drown with regular bathing.”

Gilda blinked, her feathers in full pomf. “Why is that so hot?”

“There’s no time to question Fluttershy’s sex appeal,” Twilight announced. “If we can’t get these things under control before the princesses arrive, it’ll be a total disaster!”

“Too late,” Gilda informed as she took another swipe at the little buggers. Emboldened and aroused by the so-called meek pony’s display, she bravely joined the fray alongside the other combatants.

“Atta girl!” RD crowed and flew up to join her sisters in arms.

“Well, sweet and innocent Fluttershy just turned into a bloodthirsty commander of her very own army,” Twilight thought aloud. “Didn’t see that coming.” She looked around in an effort to take it all in. Fluttershy’s forces were faltering. Spike was no doubt doing his best in the treebrary. Given the lack of access to sex organs, he could probably hold out for a while. However, the swarm Rarity had released was spreading unchecked, so the town was likely already doomed.

“Sugar cubes!”

Twilight turned to face the call and felt her heart flutter at the sight. “Apple Jack.” She ran up to embrace her fuck buddy, rubbing her cheek into the firm muscles of the earth mare’s neck for comfort. She stunk of sweat, probably from running here so fast. It was divine.

“What the hell’s goin’ on ‘round here?”

Twilight pulled away. “An infestation of-wait.” Her horn lit and committed an egregious sin, hiding away her beloved’s beautiful backside beneath the necessity of the chastity belt. “An infestation of flying vermin that feed on sex juices… wait.” She looked around, ears perked. “When did my broadcast turn off?”

AJ grabbed purple smart’s cheeks, just roughly enough to cause a modicum of pain, and forced their eyes to meet. “Focus Twi!”

She nodded. “Right. They feed on sex juices in order to multiply and…” She gestured impotently at the warzone. “Ponyville might be doomed.”

Now, AJ might have never had much of a formal education. She was no scholar, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t learned. She had street smarts and common sense under her belt; her itchy and far too tight belt that left no room for breathing. The hayseed mare prided herself on being level headed in an emergency, able to take action when most just ran away or stood around like a bunch of idjets. It was this state of mind, honed from years of dealing practically with practical problems, that AJ offered her analysis. “Well, shit!”

“I wish my brother were here.” Twilight stomped her hoof like a petulant foal. “With his shield spell, he could cordon-off all of Ponyville long enough for specialists to come in and exterminate the lot.”

“Twi, sugar. Why exactly can’t you do that? Yer the unicorniest unicorn Ah ever met!”

“This isn’t just any shield spell I can look up in a book. This is Shining Armor’s signature spell. He’s been perfecting it most of his life, finding ways to tweak it to boost power or add some new feature. Even if I tried a simpler version, I’m not well-practiced. I’d exhaust myself in under an hour, and then I wouldn’t have any magic left.”

“Well, double shit! Now what?”

“Pinkie! We have to find Pinkie Pie. She’s the one who identified these creatures as parasprites. Ever since then she’s been gathering instruments for some sort of plan.”

“Pinkie. Plan?” AJ asked, sounding like she didn’t believe her own words. “Ya realize how terrifyin’ that sounds, right?”

“I do, but what option do we have?”

“Well, we could try dustin’?”

“Dusting?”

“Yeah. Like how we dust crops.”

“That… isn’t such a bad idea,” Twilight admitted, the gears in her brain turning as she processed the logistics of the plan. “I’m assuming you’ve already got some fliers in mind for distribution. And probably a little extra in storage from your last purchase.”

“Sure do,” beamed AJ.

“You can show me where you usually buy and I’ll use a crown credit line to get all we need. From there we… Wait, no.”

“No? What d’ya mean, no? Dustin’s a good plan.”

“Yes, but the parasprites are all over Ponyville by now. We’d have to either evacuate the town or clear the streets and seal every building to be airtight. Add in the time to move all the ponies who’ve already fallen victim to these things, and there’s no way we’d finish before the princesses show up!”

AJ delivered a fierce smack across the purple mare’s purple muzzle. “Now ain’t the time ta be worryin’ about the princesses!”

Twilight rubbed her cheek, feeling a distinct horseshoe-shaped indent where she’d been struck. “Thanks, AJ. I needed that.”

“Happy to oblige. Now, what’s this ‘bout Pinkie? She borrowed a harmonica from me earlier. Said the fate o’ the town was at stake.”

“It very well might be,” affirmed Twilight. “We have to find her and figure out what she’s doing. If it makes sense, we help. If it doesn’t… we help anyway. Because goddess dammit, I don’t know what else to do!”

AJ nodded. “Then that’s what we’ll do. You gals,” she said to the combatants, “stay here ‘n’ do what ya can.”

RD saluted, grinning at how much fun she was having squashing bugs. The others were too busy to respond.

Their plan set, Twilight and AJ ran back into town. Purple smart was pleased as punch to see that ponies had actually taken her advice. Most ponies not huddled indoors were wearing makeshift pants to cover themselves, working diligently to clear the streets of ponies too sexually stupefied to move. Rarity was with Mayor Mare coordinating a group of pegasi to control the parasprites’ movements with tactical twisters. It helped, but the swarm was still too great.

“Darling, there you are.” Rarity waved them over. “Please tell me there’s good news.”

“Well, I just saw a degree of carnage around Fluttershy’s cottage that will likely give me nightmares for months,” Twilight shared plainly. “The others stayed behind to join in the blood bath, but I still haven’t found Pinkie.”

“Pinkie Pie?” asked the mayor.

“You’ve seen her?”

The beige mare with a graying mane rolled her eyes. “I saw her fleeing from the school after stealing their maracas and cymbals. Hopefully, when this is all over, I’ll remember to fine her ass for looting in the middle of a crisis.”

“I actually think Pinkie might be onto something,” Twilight elaborated. “She started collecting instruments the moment she saw the parasprites. There has to be a connection!”

“Well, I’m only an elected official, so what do I know,” groused the mayor as she pointed north. “She was heading that way, last I saw.”

Twilight nodded a silent thank you and hurried off northward with AJ easily keeping pace. “This is bad. This is so-so bad,” she groaned as she looked around. The parasprites, much to her horror, were learning. They had figured out that there were ponies inside the buildings, and were intimately exploring the structures’ exteriors in search of gaps and holes to exploit. Too often, they succeeded, and the ponies inside let outcries of woe, bliss, and a little annoyance.

“Do Ah need ta smack ya’ll again? Cuz Ah will.”

“No! Thank you, but no. I’m just a little preoccupied imagining what these things will do if they get ahold of Molestia and Lunaughty.”

“Ah can see that,” AJ replied, glancing down at how Twilight’s belt was straining to contain its package.

“Not like that!” she whined. “Well, yes like that, but also not. See, I’ve got a theory that not all cum is equal.”

“Ah ain’t gonna like this theory, am I?”

“In this case, probably not. See, I had only a few of these things locked in a cage at my home. One ate Spike’s cum, and apparently, that was enough for them to multiply to the point they exploded out of their cage. Yet when the others ate mare pussy juice, they only reproduced twice each.”

“So dragon cum is better ‘an mare cum?”

“Worse. I get the feeling that Rarity and Fluttershy had so many parasprites to deal with because they fed on their cock cum. Cum from futa cocks bestowed by magical artifacts with seemingly limitless potential for jizzing. I trust you don’t need me to elaborate further.”

“Serves me right for askin’,” AJ stated grumpily. “Gosh darn it! Where is that pink ponker?”

“There!” Twilight shot her hoof in front of AJ and pointed. “I saw a flash of pink disappear behind that building.”

“Then what’re we waitin’ fer?” It wasn’t really a question, as AJ ducked under Twilight’s legs and bucked her backside up. Purple smart was sent flying a few inches before landing atop the orange mare’s back. It was purely by reflex that the unicorn wrapped herself snugly around the earth mare, savoring the way her muscles tightened and released with each hurried step. Twilight’s balls slapped against AJ’s rump, which would usually be associated with a very good time. However, the good time was hampered when the bouncing ended up smashing her purple dick against the sturdier part of the orange and well-muscled ass. Twilight had to cling tighter just to avoid an even worse pain. And with nowhere else to go, her muzzle found itself planted firmly in the hayseed mare’s aromatic mane.

“I live up here, now,” she purred to herself.

Even with the added weight, AJ was able to almost double her pace. Each hoof tore into the soil and kicked up a cloud of dirt as she ran at breakneck speed. The flash of that poofy pink tail was there, just ahead. It was always disappearing around corners, over roofs, and even behind that one rock that was smaller than a pony’s head. AJ never ceased her pursuit, her mind focused on nothing but the one thing Twilight said could help. She knew Twilight, and trusted her enough to put the fate of the town at stake.

“Hey, guys!”

“Bwah!” AJ cried out, skidding to a halt before she could collide with the terribly pink pinkness planted in her path. Twilight, being far too relaxed on her perch, was sent flying over both earth mares’ heads.

*CRASH*

*SLAM*

*CRACKLE*

“Meow.”

“My leg!”

*WHIZZ*

*POP*

Twilight blinked, her expression dumbstruck as she looked around and found she was sitting directly beside AJ. “Where’d I go just now?”

“Too long. Talk later!” AJ hurriedly surmised, not wanting to recount the lengthy series of hijinks that brought Twilight to her current position. “Pinkie. Ya’ll got any idea what the hay is goin’ on here?” She reached up, motioning to the cloud of multicolored bug balls.

“Yaperoony,” Pinkie sang in her usual get-up-and-go cheer.

“That’s great,” AJ sighed, breathing after her extended exertion. “Mind sharin’ with the rest ‘f us?”

“I sure don’t, but it’ll have to wait. I still have to find some tambourines.”

Coming back to reality, Twilight fixed her gaze on the pink mare’s saddlebags. They were packed to the brim with instruments. “What else do you need? Just give us a list and we’ll help.”

“Oh sure,” Pinkie replied sarcastically. “When Pinkie warns you of imminent doom from adorable orgasm bugs before, you flat out ignore me. But now that they’re literally blotting out the sky with their numbers, you finally want some help.”

“Are you seriously doing this right now?” Twilight demanded.

“No. Because I see some tambourines right over there.” In the blink of an eye, Pinkie zipped across the road to where someone had left some assorted instruments just lying around. “Yes. These will be perfect!” Storing the objects in her bags, she turned to the others. “You may thank me when I’m done.”

AJ looked like she was ready to throttle the pink ponker, but Twilight held her back. “Pinkie, I’ve been looking everywhere for you all morning. I should have listened to what you said at the time, but I knew you were the one with all the answers. So please, whatever you’re doing, let us help.”

If Spike had been there, he’d have been very impressed with Twilight for saying all of this on her own without any coaxing.

Pinkie rubbed her chin thoughtfully as she made up her mind. “Well, I guess.” And she fished out a piece of paper from her mane. It was a crude drawing of herself seemingly wearing an outfit made entirely out of instruments. “I’ve got everything I need, so can you help me set this up?”

Even with magic, it took Twilight and AJ almost half an hour to set everything up as Pinkie dictated. Objects had to be tied together just so, or else they’d crush one another and spoil the sound. Worse, Pinkie proved to be horrendously ticklish, which frequently interfered with knot tying. If only Rarity were here. Yet despite all of the obstacles before them, the three mares were eventually able to complete the ensemble.

AJ, never one for mincing words, blurted out what she was sure Twilight was also thinking. “Ya’ll look ridiculous.”

“I feel ridiculous,” Pinkie boasted with a grin of Pinkie proportions. “Is everything on straight? I’m especially worried the accordion’s pulley won’t pull.”

“Everything’s… functional,” Twilight strained to say. An elaborate system of ropes and levers connected all of the instruments together, but the reason still eluded the purple mare. “Now can you finally tell me what all this is about?”

Pinkie tutted her disappointment. “Oh Twilight. Didn’t anypony ever tell you that it’s better to show than tell?”

“In literature, yes!” Purple smart was about at her wit’s end. Her mane was frayed, reflecting her rather manic state of mind. If she didn’t get answers soon, she didn’t know what she’d do. Actually, that was wrong. She knew that if this plan failed, she’d have to resort to her default back up and just magicing at the swarm until she found a spell that extinguished the threat, or, more likely, just make things worse. “But what’s that got to do with-”

Without letting her finish, Pinkie blew into the tuba. It blared to life with its deep, somewhat flatulent sound. Then, with a series of subtle (and seemingly impossible) motions across her body, Pinkie began playing the other instruments as well. The pulleys pulled and the drums were drummed. Her mouth was kept busy with a row of horned instruments situated directly in front of her while the cymbals seemed to periodically clap without any discernable outside force. While discordant and unpleasant at first, the noise quickly morphed into proper music as Pinkie found her rhythm. With a face as serious as the grave, the pink ponker began her bouncing march through the streets of Ponyville, leaving the others gob smacked.

“I can’t, we just… what!?” Twilight demanded of the world as she watched a bouncy pink bottom shrink into the distance. “What the hell just happened? What did we do? What does any of this have to do with anything?”

“Uh, sugar cube.”

“I can’t believe it. All this time, I was banking on Pinkie having the answers.”

“Sugar cube.”

“I trusted her, treated her like some sort of authority figure just because she knew slightly more about these things than I did.”

“Sugar cube!”

“But no. Oh-ho-ho no! This was just another episode of Pinkie’s randomness. She’s probably just throwing this plague a welcome party before we all die of exhaustion!”

“Sugar cube!” AJ screamed into Twilight’s ear. As the purple mare stared at her most treasured fuck buddy with an expression of hurt and eyes on the verge of tears, apple horse pointed up. “Bugs ‘r’ gone.”

Twilight looked up. Where once there had been a thick haze made of orgasmic buggy death, she could only see clouds in the far distance. There weren’t even any on ground level. The only place she could see parasprites was off towards the middle of town, where Pinkie was heading.

“She’s gonna say ‘Ah told ya so.’ Ya know that, right.”

Twilight swallowed the lump in her throat. “I do.”

“She’s gonna tell us all,” said AJ in a low, foreboding tone. “And we’ll have had it comin’.”

Accepting their inevitable fate, no matter how terrible, the pair hurried after Pinkie to see what exactly she was doing. The blasted buggers had gathered around her, but they’d stopped swarming. Her privates were still open for attack, but they made no effort. Instead, parasprites of every shade bounced with the rhythm of the music, following after the trotting mare.

“Darling. What’s happening?”

“Pinkie’s happening,” Twilight deadpanned. “She’s happening, and she’s taking the bug monsters with her.”

“I’m scared.”

“We all are.”

Twilight, AJ, Rarity, and a group of volunteers followed after the marching one-pony parade. Parasprites clustered together up above, yet seemed to maintain a respectful distance as the pink ponker played. Those that were too injured to fly were crushed under hoof and anypony who had fallen prey to the monsters was finally tended to. Pinkie Pie, with her masterful command over the swarming doom, toured all across Ponyville, drawing in every bugger she could before heading to Fluttershy’s cottage.

The combatants still held their ground, but at a fraction of their number. All of the smaller critters had been sexed into submission while the larger ones ached from overexertion. RD valiantly stood over the fallen Gilda while Fluttershy strained to keep her eyes open. Yet when they heard the cavalry marching over the hill, it was the animals who first sounded the cheer. Their reason became apparent as the entirety of the swarm ceased their attack to join with the greater swarm.

“Is everypony alright?” Twilight asked.

“Can’t… feel… my legs…” Gilda informed.

“I might need glasses after this,” added Fluttershy, rubbing her aching eyes.

The other creatures all sounded their various conditions as well.

“No casualties,” Fluttershy translated. “But we’re going to need lots of fluids.”

“Already on it.” Twilight then motioned for the volunteers to step in and water the animals. “They all fought bravely, and deserve our respect.” Despite the inspiring nobility of her words, Twilight couldn’t help but hate herself at that moment. Throughout this entire ordeal, she’d effectively done nothing. Her friends had all worked their damnedest to fight or contain the swarm. All she’d done was run around in search of Pinkie. Even if that was the right call, she’d still done next to nothing to contribute to the solution. She was a Canterlot noble and Molestia’s number one fuck toy. Those titles meant something, yet Twilight could not ignore the feeling of failure that weighed heavily on her shoulders.

“Look!” Somepony pointed up in the sky. A pair of lavish chariots being pulled by pegasi and bat ponies were descending.

“Oh crap. Elements!” Twilight called. “Assemble.” All Element bearers minus Pinkie Pie gathered and followed the purple mare’s lead as she made for where the princesses were landing.

A great golden chariot descended first. The white pegasi dressed in traditional golden armor skidded to a halt and kicked up a bit of dirt along the road. This much larger chariot carried the immensity that was Molestia’s great white rump, and also the pony attached to said rump. Speaking of attached, sitting in Molestia’s lap was a green pegasus mare. Everypony could tell she was a mare because her helmet was off, so the glamour spell making her look identical to all other guards was inactive. Her face was flushed and her hooves were wrapped around the princess like her life depended on it as she passionately bounced on the alicorn’s cock. She cried out in terrific ecstasy each time she dropped down, making all manner of lewd wet sounds, only to give an almost pleading moan each time she used all four limbs to pull herself back up. By contrast, Molestia gave a regal and dignified smile, barely moving and giving no sign that anything unusual was happening.

The first chariot was followed by a smaller, but equally lavish chariot of black and dark purple being pulled by bat ponies. They were a rarer breed of equine that rarely came out in daylight. Their yellow eyes had slits, their fur was a uniform dark gray, and their armor was a mix of black and midnight blue in honor of Lunaughty’s colors. Unlike her sister, Lunaughty was the one bouncing in her seat, whimpering and panting as she labored. Her co-passenger was a blank flank unicorn colt, seemingly fighting with all of his strength to keep from cumming into the large mare sitting atop him.

Sharing a warm smile, both princesses disembarked. Molestia’s volunteer cock warmer held tighter to the big mare’s underbelly to keep from dropping, and continued fervently humping. Lunaughty, attempting to emulate her sister’s composure, used her magic to adjust the colt on her backside. He clung to her rump, panting gratefully for the reprieve, but his rest was short. He understood his job and, with the mare’s pussy now out of reach, adjusted himself to begin a more casual fucking of her anus as she walked. Her face was flushed a reddish violet, but she did her best to swallow her blissful moans, pretending that she didn’t even care about how wonderfully perverse she felt about a cute little colt fucking her ass in broad daylight in front of an audience.

“Twilight, my loyal student and fuck toy,” Molestia cordially greeted. “And the Element Bearers are here as well. How delightful.” Molestia’s horn lit and a golden glow appeared behind the bowing mares.

Twilight, having anticipated this, was the only one not to jump in surprise when her butt was given a playful pinch. She still rose to meet her princess’ eye, because etiquette needed to be maintained. “A pleasure to see you again, Your Majesty.” And she meant it, too. Whatever else she might have thought about Molestia, the alicorn was the embodiment of beauty. Her height and muscles radiated power, her plush plot was round and soft in all the best ways, and even her wings and horn were the epitome of what attracted pegasi and unicorns respectively. Twilight had to swallow a bit of drool as her eyes roamed over the princess’ majestic frame. Even the green pegasus, who pressed her muzzle into the princess’ fur to keep herself from intruding on the conversation, was still making such delightfully lewd and wet sounds as she moved.

“And you as well, Your… other Majesty,” Twilight added awkwardly. Lunaughty was taller than she’d been the last time Twilight had seen her, making her only slightly taller than Big Mac, but still shorter than Cadence. Her smile was forced, looking like she wanted to be anywhere but here. Most likely the colt on her butt was the only thing keeping her calm with the pleasant distraction he provided. Twilight could relate, also having never cared for being the center of attention from crowds.

Lunaughty nodded back. “‘Tis a pleasure to-” Her words were cut short when the one pony parade marched parallel to the road the royals had gathered, stealing everypony’s attention. “Sister.”

“Yes, Luna.”

“Are those parasprites?”

“By all appearances, I would have to say so.”

Lunaughty nodded. “Sister.”

“Yes, Luna.”

“Why are We looking at a swarm of parasprites being serenaded by the Element of Food Fetish?”

“Uh…”

“We were under the impression that they had long been exterminated.”

Molestia averted her gaze and began to whistle in a manner that was totally not suspicious.

Twilight, after waiting a moment to make sure she wasn’t interrupting, spoke up. “Y-you know about these things?”

Lunaughty nodded. “Our sister’s authority was not always so stringently regulated. In the past, she has taken on students whose knowledge and madness were matched only by her own. Experiments were conducted and…” She motioned to where Pinkie was leading the parasprites into the Everfree. “They meant well,” she conceded apologetically. “They only wanted to improve the lives of all ponies. But, more often than not, messes were made. Messes that someponies were lax in cleaning,” she added more severely.

Molestia’s whistling intensified.

“So what do we do?” Twilight asked in a far worse mood. She was not only frustrated with herself, but in her mentor for not only creating these monstrosities, but also failing to leave behind proper notes for future generations just in case. “Pinkie’s got some pretty impressive lungs, but even she can’t keep blowing forever.”

“For now, the Everfree Forest will contain them. The flora and fauna are wild, ravenous, and will limit their numbers. We shall assemble a team of exterminators to quarantine the area and finish the job.” Lunaughty sighed, sounding exasperated just thinking about it. “But how fares Ponyville? Are the commoners well?”

Molestia cleared her throat.

“What?” Lunaughty growled in her throat.

“Remember what we said about word choice,” Molestia whispered loud enough for her sister to hear, meaning the guards and futa mares were also in earshot.

Lunaughty glowered. “You’re lecturing Us on modern etiquette and false modesty after your fuck up did who knows what to our ponies?”

Molestia, not knowing how to respond to her sister’s accusation, attempted to change the subject. “So, Twilight. Since I’m here-”

“Don’t you go ignoring us!” Lunaughty bellowed. “This is not over!”

“-How about you give me your report on being a good friend and fuck buddy in person.”

Twilight blinked, momentarily frozen from the sheer stupidity of it all. Pinkie’s music had about faded into the distance, leaving the most prominent sound that of Lunaughty’s anger threatening to boil over as steam literally shot out of her ears. Then, as if she were bewitched, her mouth began to move before she even realized she was making words. “I… I learned to listen to my… friends?” Was that the right way to describe what happened? She wasn’t used to giving this kind of oral report. “Pinkie identified the parasprites almost immediately, but I failed to listen because, well, she’s Pinkie.” It felt bad saying it like that, but words that might have cushioned the blow of the truth proved elusive. “And things pretty much went sideways in just a few hours. Had I taken the time to stop and listen to a different perspective, everything wouldn’t have gone to shit.”

“Hear that, Molly,” Lunaughty chided. “Listening to different perspectives can keep things from going to shit. Gee, what a novel and innovative concept.” Each word she spoke was laced with an almost lethal level of sass. “A pity no pony ever thought up such a thing before now, otherwise you might have heard about it.”

The colt atop Lunaughty’s butt had stopped humping, looking very uncomfortable. Even Molestia’s cock sleeve had lost her motivation.

“So, um…” In the blink of an eye, Molestia’s submissive and apologetic body language had vanished, replaced with her wings spread wide and head held high. It was a proud and regal pose befitting her station. Even her magic coaxed her cock sleeve back into the swing of things, making her the perfect picture of Equestrian rule. “In light of recent events, the royal visit to Ponyville will be postponed. Relief workers will be sent from Canterlot posthaste to give the, uh, Ponyvillians all that they need to recover from this disaster that was an accident and completely unforeseeable.” Head still held high, she turned from the others and slowly hurried back to her chariot. “Now, if you don’t mind, I think I’ll return to Canterlot to start, uh, arranging for relief.”

Anticipating what she wanted, Molestia’s chariot pullers took off and quickly departed, disappearing into the sky.

Lunaughty’s hoof met her face with a thunderous smack that sent tremors through the ground and rumbled bones. Several subterranean species suffered catastrophic cave-ins, resulting in the deaths of countless ants, moles, etc. “For the record,” she said behind her hoof, “We know that this may be inappropriate, but is the party still salvageable? We seriously need to unwind after this crap.” Although she was eager to try as many new foals as her endurance would allow, she was especially hoping for another go at those four from the Slutty Sun Celebration. As her first foals in centuries, she felt she owed them an extra special thank you.

Twilight heaved a heavy sigh of sympathy. “Half the town has been sexed into exhaustion and the other half is hard at work to make sure they don’t die of dehydration or something.”

“Figures,” Lunaughty grumbled. “Well, We suppose we ought to rejoin sister and make sure she doesn’t screw things up any more than she already has.”

“That would be appreciated,” Twilight affirmed. “Thank you, Your Majesty.” This time the words were said with the refinement and respect owed to a princess.

Hearing this, Lunaughty smiled. “You know, Twilight, there is something We have been meaning to tell you.”

“Yes, Your Majesty?”

Lunaughty giggled as she looked the smaller purple mare over. “‘Tis a shame We could not meet you as a filly. We have no doubt that you would have been a most scrumptious treat.”

Twilight shivered as her cheeks burned under the intensity of Lunaughty’s longing, lustful eyes. Her imagination could not help but wonder as she pictured herself, young and so very cute, helpless before the passions of the foal fiddling princess. Where Molestia had mostly shown restraint outside of using magic, there was no doubt that Lunaughty would have ravished young Twilight’s young body for hours on end, leaving her as oversexed and helpless as any parasprite victim. “Th-thank you, Your Majesty.”

And with that, the second princess departed.

Pinkie returned to join the others, the swarm absent. She didn’t say anything, which was the absolute worst. She merely had that look of smug satisfaction of having been proven right at the expense of those who had denied her. It was terrible, especially for Twilight, as Pinkie shed her instruments without help from the others. In Twilight’s eyes, the act was akin to adding salt to the wound of how ineffectual everypony was, and Pinkie was taking far too much enjoyment out of the whole thing.

“Well,” the pink ponker said, breaking the silence. “Ponyville’s in need and you’re all gawking like idiots.”

“Shit! She’s right,” agreed RD as she and Fluttershy flew back into town. They were the least affected by Pinkie’s smugness, having done very necessary work to hold the swarm at bay while the instruments were gathered.

“We’d best be off, darling,” Rarity said to AJ and they both ran after the first pair. While they conceded that Pinkie had every right to rub her rightness in their faces, they also felt reasonably satisfied in the efforts they made to help.

“Pinkie,” Twilight began, feeling the lowest of them all. “I… I’m so s-herf.” Her words were cut short after a pink hoof was shoved in her mouth. Her eyes followed the pink hoof along a pink leg that eventually led to the blue eyes of a pink face.

“Next time, just get your head out of your ass and try listening for a change.” Pinkie extracted her hoof and tapped Twilight on the cheek. “Kay.” She didn’t wait for a response before pronking after the others.

Twilight felt as though a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She still suffered from the terrible humiliation of her failure, but it didn’t seem so bad now. She concluded that it wasn’t her failure as a noble, but her failure as a friend that had hurt the most. And yet that friend had just forgiven her wrong-headedness. Granted, she and the rest of them would probably be teasing her about this debacle for the rest of forever, but that didn’t seem so bad now that she had forgiveness on her side.

In fact, as she leisurely trotted her way back to Ponyville, her thoughts dwelled heavily on the notion of forgiveness as she formulated a proper letter to send to Molestia. Unlike her mentor, she would ensure that the records immortalized this moment forever.

***

Later in Canterlot castle, many servants were busy cleaning up recently made messes from spilled trays and the like. Guards were on high alert, hearts racing in anticipation of some form of attack. The royal sisters, snug in Molestia’s bed and surrounded by concubines, closed the recently delivered scroll. Twilight had attached a self-reading spell to the words, along with an enchantment for voice amplification. The resultant tirade had been so intense that the princesses’ normally flowing manes had been blown back and frozen as though encased in hair spray. Eyes were wide in shock and the poor concubines who hadn’t covered their ears in time suffered from temporary deafness. Even the youngest of the foals were too stunned to cry.

“I…” Molestia began, breaking the silence. “I never realized there were so many ways you could tell a pony to fuck off.”

“We counted forty-three,” Lunaughty added, still suffering from shell shock. “Although We might have miscounted.”

“You know, I think I just realized something about Twilight,” Molestia continued, sounding serious. “Something that could fundamentally change the nature of our relationship.”

Lunaughty winced. Her sister sounding this serious never ended well, least of all for her. “And what would that be?” she asked, dreading the answer.

“I…” Molestia panted heavily. “I think…”

Lunaughty nodded, increasingly anxious to hear whatever terrible, horrible, no good, very bad epiphany her sister had come to.

“I think… Twilight is hotter when she’s angry.”

Lunaughty’s heart sank into her stomach. This was worse than she imagined.

Author's Note

After much deliberation, I decided against having Twilight cast the spell to make things worse. My characters are more self-reflective than those in the show and that kind of guilt isn’t something I want Twilight to deal with at this time. With all characters being less oblivious, the princesses actually take action to help, even if it’s partially out of guilt for indirectly causing the disaster in the first place. I’m also a little surprised with myself for the direction I seem to be taking Twilight and Molestia. Not 100% on where the story is taking me, but I’m eager to find out.

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