Applejack and Butterscotch sat on the porch in front of the former's home, waiting for her family to come back. The stallion was calm, his back straight and his wings folded against it in a relaxed position. The mare kept shifting about in place, biting her lower lip and grinding her thighs together, while the pegasus watched her with an amused expression.

Applejack brought a hand up, twisting her fingers, then nervously brought it back down. "I... Master?" she finally asked, her tone tense.

"Yes?" Butterscotch replied, "What is it, dear?" He hid his smirk by pretending to look back towards the road.

Gripping on to her moment of determination, afraid she might never manage to say what she wanted to if she didn't do it then, he earth pony began to pour out, "I, I mean, I know you need to take in more slaves, and don't get me wrong, I love seeing you put more bitches in their place, but I-I just, I..." She looked down for a moment. "Don't you... I-I feel like you're not really spending that much time with me anymore."

"Is that jealousy I hear?" Butterscotch teased her. "Don't you remember I'm the one in charge? You should be happy with me spending time with other mares."

"I-I didn't mean it like that, Master," Applejack blurted out, blushing and looking to the side. "I just meant... We haven't really been spending as much time together as we could. E-Even with you other slaves involved. I-It's not jealousy! I, I'm happy to know you're fucking other mares, I really am!"

Butterscotch chuckled. He turned his gaze back to the road once again, just in time to spot the Apple family walking back towards the house. "You know," he said, studying the four from afar, "I have to say, your family really is quite the wonderful example of genetics. You might be the Apple I've chosen to pluck from the tree first, but the others certainly aren't worth much less."

Applejack went back to chewing her bottom lip, gathering her knees up to press against her massive chest and nervously rocking back and forth.

Butterscotch continued on, throwing a mischievous look at the mare from the corner of his eye. "Look at your grandmother, for example. If you didn't know her you'd give her maybe half of her years, and it's all the more impressive considering she lived a life of work. Not to mention her proportions, which put many mares to shame, even within your family she still stands out. She's got the second largest bust in the family, after all. I certainly would never have thought a mare of her age could be so attractive. I know she still makes quite a few heads turn when she goes to Ponyville, and it's not hard to see why."

Applejack had began to chew on her cheeks as well, and her eyes nervously darted between the pegasus, the ground, and her family, Granny Smith in particular.

Chuckling inwardly, Butterscotch continued, "And your mother too. It's no surprise you came out like you did, when you're the daughter of a mare like that. She doesn't look a day older than she did in her wedding pictures, and it's surprising how she still looks so beautiful after having had three children. It's such a shame she hasn't remarried, I know for sure many stallions still try to propose to her, and many even prefer her to her daughters. She does have the biggest ass out of you all, that's certainly a plus. It's been a long time since she last had a partner, but I have no doubts she's still awesome in bed."

Applejack's eyes went to her mother for a moment, before shooting towards the ground. But she tried to take a peek towards her again, looking over herself as well and comparing her body to Pear's.

"Apple Bloom too," the pegasus went on. "She's so young, yet she's already so beautiful, with curves that make even grown mares jealous. Think about what she'll be like when she grows up. Already she's being flooded with admiration by colts and even by older stallions, and she could easily get anyone she wanted. Who can blame them for wanting her? If the rest of the family is any indication she'll only grow more beautiful with time, and her beauty will last well into her old age. She's already extremely good looking, and certainly old enough, and with a body like that why would anyone want to wait? Had she been a little older when I met her I might have made a move on her myself."

Applejack's hooves began to thud on the wood below them, though they stopped after a moment, as the mare had realised what she was doing. Instead she began to fidget with the buttons of her shirt, already close to popping off as they struggled to contain her tits.

Butterscotch waited for a moment, savouring the mare's nervousness and poorly hidden jealousy, then moved to the last mare remaining. "And what to say of your older sister, Red Paula? She's tall, strong, with tits and an ass that are nothing short of those the rest of her family has. I'm quite surprised she hasn't married anyone yet. Though I could see ponies choosing to focus on her sisters simply because they think they wouldn't have a chance with her anyway. She really must be the dream of any stallion, with a body like that." He glanced at Applejack from the corner of his eye, smiling to himself, and added, "I can't think of a better mare here in Ponyville."

Applejack forgot to breathe for a moment, her eyes shrinking a bit as she bit on her tongue. She quickly tried to shake it away though, realising the pegasus was still watching her.

"And I mean, I know I'm not the only one. There's a reason they call her Princess Paula, she can give even Celestia a run for her money. For an earth pony, that's quite the achievement. Just look at her, she's practically a goddess. Giant tits, a massive ass, muscle-bound legs, strong arms, toned abs, and a body so tall she forces every stallion to look up to see her face. Not that many care to look at that when everything else is so enticing. She's kind of like you, only, you know, much bigger and better." Butterscotch paused for a moment. "You won't tell me you're jealous, right?" he teasingly asked.

"I'm not jealous," the mare poorly lied. She'd begun to thump her hooves against the ground again, and hadn't realised it yet.

Butterscotch smiled. "Well, there's nothing to be jealous about, after all. You're the one I picked. Sure, you don't have the appeal of maturity you mother and grandmother have, nor that of youth like Apple Bloom, and you don't have Red's body, but you make a good slave slut."

Applejack chocked for a moment, and slowly swallowed, as her breath took on a strange rhythm.

Before Butterscotch could tease his slave further, Pear's voice reached them. "Applejack! Butterscotch!"

The pegasus turned to her and waved, noticing how Apple Bloom had dropped the basket she'd been holding in her sister's hands and was now running towards them, her tits jiggling up and down with every step. The youngest mare reached them in just a moment, and after a brief hug with her sister she went to the pegasus, hugging him as well. "How's it going, Butter'?" She was still relatively short for her family's standard, but around the same height as Butterscotch.

"It's going well, Apple Bloom." The stallion returned the hug, and looking at Applejack with a devious smirk he feigned squeezing the young mare's ass. "We were just talking about you and the rest of your family, you know?"

Applejack looked to the side, her face almost as red as her other sister's, while finally the rest of her family reached them. It was her mother's turn to hug Butterscotch, and she practically smothered him with her massive cleavage. "I'm so glad you came to visit, honey. How's my future son in law doing?"

This got another blush out of Applejack, and a chuckle out of the pegasus. "I'm doing fine. Thanks, mommy."

Both Pear Butter and Apple Bloom laughed at the joke, and the three began to walk inside, as Butterscotch wrapped an arm around each set of hips flanking him and threw another mischievous smile at Applejack.

"Is everything alright between the two of you?" Red Paula stepped closer to her sister, resting a muscled arm on the wall. "You seem pretty tense."

Applejack looked at her. That stupid body of hers. Bigger and better, he'd said. "It's fine," she answered, a touch dismissively.

"Are you sure?"

The damn nerve of her. It was her fucking fault anyway. "Yes, I'm sure." Applejack cut off the conversation and walked inside.

Night covered the apple orchard, and a full moon hang in the sky, casting its silver rays through the window. Red sat on her bed, naked from the waist up, carefully replacing the leak pads on her nipples. Tits as impossibly huge as hers weren't too much of a problem for her specifically, given her strong build, but the ceaseless lactation that seemed to have befallen her out of all members of her family was sometimes annoying to deal with.

Both her mother and her grandmother had dealt with it, but that had been during pregnancy. If she was already leaking that much on a normal basis, she really did wonder what it would be like when she'd be having foals. And her breasts were the biggest in the family. Still, at least she had some help in dealing with it all. The used pads, soaked with milk, hit the trash can with a wet plop, but before she could put on the new ones she heard a sound from outside.

Going to her window, she caught sight of something moving in the courtyard. Applejack. completely naked, and seemingly heading towards the barn. Worry came over Red. She'd had her own experiences with sleepwalking when nervous or going through tense periods of time, and it was quite likely her sister was going through the same. Quickly throwing on a shirt she didn't bother to close, she headed down the stairs and out the house.

The barn's door was open. Shivering a little in the cool air, Red walked towards it, regretting not putting on more clothing. Her thighs were completely exposed, her sex only covered by a pair of boxers that sunk deep into the curves of her ass on her backside, and her massive cleavage was left bare. She was pretty sure the shirt couldn't cover her fully anyway. And milk had started to leak down her breasts, leaving stains on the fabric. There was an odd sound coming from inside the building, and the mare curiously stepped in.

It took her a moment to realise what she was seeing. When she did though, making out the shape of Applejack bobbing her head up and down on Butterscotch's crotch, shock froze her there for a moment longer. Her first instinct was to walk away, but in the brief second she remained stuck there something else struck her. There was something odd about the stallion. Not just the massive size of his shaft, though goodness if it wasn't the biggest dick she'd ever seen or even imagined, but something about his features too.

Unfortunately for her, the time it took her to try to decipher what was wrong about the pegasus was enough for him to spot her. In a blink he was at her side, and the door to the barn closed shut. "Oh my. It looks like we've got some company, pet," he said towards Applejack. His eyes shone bright crimson in the darkness, his fangs gleamed in the rays of light they caught, and there was a sharp, malicious edge to his features, not to mention his leathery wings. He grabbed hold of one of Red’s arms, his grip iron tight.

Applejack turned back towards them, and Red shivered in fear and confusion as she noticed her sister's eyes had turned red. She seemed disappointed and a little dazed about being suddenly left with her mouth empty, but as she spotted Red her face lit up. She began to move towards them, crawling on her hands and knees. Drool dripped down her chin, made thicker and more viscous by Butterscotch's precum. "Are you going to show this bitch her place, Master?" she asked in husky, breathy tones.

The tall mare tried to shake the other's hand off, but found she couldn't move her arm. Despite his thin and scrawny build, the stallion was seemingly even stronger than her, effortlessly holding still against her muscles. "What's going on here?" she shouted. "Who are you, and what have you done to my sister?" She tried to struggle again, but again it was useless. Then a second later, without even realising it had happened, she was slammed against the wall, one of the bat-like pegasus' hands on her throat while the other still held her arm.

"I just showed her what her place is supposed to be," Butterscotch hissed, his hand getting a little tighter around her neck. "And now I'm going to do the same with you. Just look into my eyes. There's nothing you can do anyway." He inched closer to her face, then pushed her off the ground and held her dangling in the air. "Look at yourself. Barely dressed, leaking milk like a cow." He snickered. "At least you're already good to go for your new role." Then he turned slightly to stare at Applejack. "Isn't that right, pet? Want me to breed this bitch like I did with you?"

Applejack nuzzled herself against her Master's legs. "Yes! Oh, please, yes, fuck her like you fucked me!" Anything else she might have said was cut off as she wrapped her lips around the stallion's massive member and began to take him into her mouth. She didn't even look at her sister, much to Red's shock and dismay. Instead she only focused on sucking the batpony's enormous cock, forcing her throat around its length as she thrust out her massive chest.

Butterscotch seemed to pay her little mind, but he was still at least looking towards her. He was as distracted as he would be, Red thought. She tried to kick and thrash around and hit him with her free hand. But despite the impressive strength behind her blows, the little stallion didn't move a single inch, he didn't even flinch or look affected. He gripped tighter around her throat, then threw her further back into the barn with a jerk of his arm and a flick of his wrist. Then he roughly pulled Applejack off his cock. "Hold her for me, slave."

The mare cleaned her mouth with the back of her hand, then quickly crawled over to her sister's body on the ground, before Red had time to recover and stand up. She pinned her arms down with her hands first, then by placing her knees over them as she straddled the impossibly busty mare. "Aren't you happy, Red?" she cooed. "Master is going to fuck you like he did to me and the rest of his slaves. Oh, it'll feel so good." She began to play with her own tits, biting her lips as she waited.

Butterscotch was quickly in front of her. He knelt down in front of Applejack, his long and erect member hanging just above Red's face, and chuckled to himself. His hands went to play with Applejack's tits, making the mare practically melt under his touch, but his eyes looked down towards the other mare's face. "She's right, you know? You'll get to be broken, nice and proper. Like all good bitches should be. And then I'll do the same to the rest of your family." He twisted Applejack's nipples, and the younger sister screamed in pleasure.

"Applejack here was the first," he explained, as the pony in question gave a dazed nod. "Took her on the night I became my new self. Showed her where she really belongs. And she's been a good slave, she's helped me take others after her." He smirked. "So, to answer your question, I've decided to reward her for being such a good slave slut. She's becoming a little more like me now. Superior to normal ponies like you or anyone else." He gave a nod. "Why don't you give her a little demonstration, bitch?"

Applejack nodded in agreement. She slid further back down Red's body, leaving a trail of wet, sticky arousal over the buff mare's abs, and then got on all fours again. Her movements were odd, unnatural, beastly even. She looked almost like a mixture between a pony and a wolf as she crawled forward. In a flash of movement, she ripped away Red's upper clothing. Then she spanked her sister's tits, spraying milk all over the three of them and leaving Red dazed from the strength and pain of the impact.

While the busty mare's rack jiggled and reddened beyond her normal hue, Applejack pinned her arms down again, easily overpowering the taller pony despite Red's best efforts. Then she leaned down and bit around one of Red's engorged, leaking nipples, sucking in milk and using her tongue to toy with the tip. While Red screamed out in pain and pleasure, she let go and did the same with the other tit. Then, having passed both of them, she retreated just a little further down. Her teeth clasped the rim of Red's underwear and pulled, ripping the fabric asunder.

Butterscotch had begun to knead Red's impossibly huge rack with his hands, smiling to himself. "Such a wonderfully big pair of breasts. It is just begging for an equally impressive cock to be thrust between them." He stared down at Red again, straight in the eyes, his own fierce and gleaming with malice. "I'm going to show you your place. I am going to humiliate you, use you like the piece of fuckmeat you are, I am going to show you true and utter submission. And you are going to love it." He coldly laughed. "I'm going to break you!"

Red fiercely stared back, gritting her teeth through the haze of forced arousal coming over her. "I won't- Ah!" She suddenly yelped, her sentence cut off by her younger sister's lips wrapping around her clit. Applejack effortlessly held her legs still with her arms as she kept working on her sex. Above Red, Butterscotch snickered and thrust his dick forward into her gargantuan chest, pinning her arms down with his knees and covering the whole of Red's face with his balls. He began to thrust, as Applejack kept on licking deeper and deeper in her sister's cunt.

Red thrashed and struggled, but it was all useless. She was completely overpowered, her limbs straining to their limit and her muscles flexing without the smallest of effects on her captors. She would have tried to talk or yell, but Butterscotch's nuts were smeared in her face, and opening her mouth only led to her getting a taste of them. Her head began to swim. The pleasure from her sister's tongue work and from the batpony playing with her leaking nipples kept building up, and what little air she could breath was tinged with the heavy musk of his testicles.

The alien sensation of powerlessness brought an added layer of confusion to her mind. She'd never experienced anything like it. She'd never been trapped, she'd never faced an obstacle she couldn't overcome. She believed there simply couldn't be one, when even the heaviest of their farm equipment wouldn't have been a problem for her to lift off of her. Yet there she was, completely at the mercy of her sister and the monster who'd warped her mind. What could she even do, when all her struggles led her nowhere, when pleasure kept building up in her mind and body?

In a last ditch attempt do free herself, she even tried biting the batpony's balls, but his skin was too tough and the contents behind it too resistant. Defeated she laid down, panting. Somewhere above her, through the fog clouding her mind, she heard something. Butterscotch's voice, and Applejack's gleeful answer. The stallion twisted her nipples, sending a spike of pleasure right through her brain and milk shooting all over the three of them, and Applejack began to flick her clit over and over with her tongue.

Then there was a shift in Butterscotch's movements. A pause. Applejack stopped using her mouth on Red's sex, and seemed to lean forward above her. And then Red understood why. She felt Butterscotch's cock throb violently between her breasts, his balls tensing, and then shot after shot of cum began to pour out from the tip of his shaft. She could hear it hit Applejack, hear her sister moan out of her mind as her face was coated in cum. The batpony's orgasm didn't stop there. He kept going, drenching both mares in his seed. Some drops made it to Red's vagina, and stars exploded in her mind.

When the tall, impossibly busty mare came back to her senses, she was no longer held down by the other two. She glanced up, finally able to breathe clearly again, and saw Applejack on her knees, her face and massive tits completely covered in Butterscotch's juices. She was busy lapping them up with her hands and tongue, paying Red no attention. The short batpony stood at her side, his dick still just as hard and massive as before, looking at the taller mare with a grin. Finally Red looked at herself. Her legs and abs had been licked clean, by her own sister if she had to guess.

Shakily, Red stood up again. She glared at Butterscotch, fists clenched at her sides. She didn't have a plan, but she wasn't going to go down without a fight. She'd never forgive him for what he'd done to her sister. She might not be able to stop him, but Twilight would be. She just needed to get to her. Either right then, running, or eventually. She knew he was faster and stronger than her, but she wouldn't let him break her. She'd get to Twilight eventually either way. For the moment, though, she could try to warn the rest of her family.

But just as she was about to scream to try and warn her mother, Butterscotch's grin grew wider. "Quiet!" he barked, a sadistic edge to his tone, and Red's cry came out instead as a choked sputter. The mare looked at him, confused, and began to draw back. Fear was building up in her now, sweat running down her temples. "On your knees, slut," Butterscotch ordered, and Red dropped down with a shocked, almost terrified expression. "Very well." The batpony began to walk towards her. "And stay silent."

Red found she could no longer speak, like a ring of force wrapped around her throat whenever she tried to say anything. She stared in horror as the pony made his way closer to her. "You're probably wondering what's going on," he said. "The truth is, my dear Red, you've already lost. You might not accept it yet, but your will is no longer your own." He chuckled as he reached her, his dick touching her lips. "Your mind and body are mine now. I've marked you. I have defeated you, and you have surrendered to me. You're mine."

Red wanted to kick and scream and fight back, but to her dismay she found herself trapped, unable to move, unable to fight back. And the smell and taste of Butterscotch's cock, so close to her face, still wet with his cum, slowly began to fog her mind. The flames of her rage began to dull, her brain unable to fight off the tide of haze slowly enveloping it as all the memories of pleasure she'd experienced just minutes before surged back to her, triggered by the familiar musk of the batpony's unnaturally potent virility.

"There," said Butterscotch. "Quiet and obedient like a good girl should be." His arm snapped forward and his hand seized Red's mane, and then he forcefully began to drag her face along the length of his shaft. "Go ahead and lick it all clean," he commanded, his voice forceful and cold. "Finish what your sister started." He held Red's face against the side of his crotch, then the base, once more filling her vision with his testicles. Then he dragged her head back to the tip of his cock. "Now, why don't you put that mouth of yours to some better use?"

Red's vision was glazed over, her head spun and her body was caught in a storm of odd and powerful sensations. Her nipples still hurt and felt good at once together, like two little white-hot fires perched at the tips of her massive breasts and spreading their warmth like a river through her tits. Milk dribbled down her chest, and it wasn't the only fluid she was leaking. She could try to pretend otherwise, but there was more wetting her thighs than just her sister's saliva, and more fluids on her chin than just the stallion's precum.

She was drooling, against her better judgment. Or maybe that wasn't right to say, maybe she couldn't quite have a judgment on the matter in her conditions. Everything was so fuzzy. She wanted to fight back, but she couldn't. She was helpless. Powerless. It felt weird, and alien, and new. But it felt good. Or maybe she felt good, still experiencing the echoes of her orgasm, but her mind couldn't help but associate the pleasure she was feeling with the state she was in. Maybe that part of her, too, was powerless and outside of her control.

Her lips parted open, partly by themselves, partly because pushed apart by the massive tip of Butterscotch's shaft. With no strength to move and no presence of mind to even realise what was going on fast enough, she found herself tasting his copiously flowing precum. It burned on her tongue and into her throat, kindling in her body a fire much like the one burning in her breasts and making her nethers twitch and drip. Applejack seemed to have liked the taste of the batpony's dick and cum so much. Maybe she would too.

Her mouth opened farther, and she couldn't tell if she'd wanted it or if something else was manipulating her. Slowly, she began to slide forward, her lips spreading wider and wider to accommodate the size of Butterscotch's enormous penis. Awareness flooded back into her with every further centimetre that slid past her maw. It was too big. She couldn't swallow it all, couldn't possibly fit it all in her mouth! It was too large, too thick, too impossibly huge, there was no way! It would unhinge her jaw, it would tear her cheeks open, it would-

The shaft hit the back of her throat. Red looked up at Butterscotch, and her eyes magnetised themselves on his cold hard gaze. He grabbed her mane again, a firm grip on her head, and then he pulled. And his hips pushed. His cock began to sink into her. Spreading her throat, blocking her airways, filling her whole world. Filling her head with nothing but thoughts about that massive piece of hard and throbbing meat. And he kept pushing and pushing, inch after inch, deeper and deeper into her. She thought it would break her, but by some miracle it didn't.

Red found herself with her face planted against Butterscotch's crotch. Her throat was impossibly full, her neck felt like it was going to burst, and her heart was beating harder and faster than it ever had in her life. Yet her arms lay limp and motionless at her sides, outside of her control. She felt the tip of the batpony's shaft pressed against the entrance to her stomach, she felt his precum dripping straight into it. And she looked up at him again, up at those cold and merciless eyes that seemed to be taunting her, that seemed to look at her like a toy to play with. A toy to break.

Red's head spun again, and she didn't know if it was the taste of Butterscotch's penis filling her mouth or the difficulty she had breathing with her throat stuffed or the way he was looking at her or what he'd done to her or anything else. She didn't know anything at that point. Her heart ached and her nipples burned and her thighs were drenched with arousal leaking from her sex. She felt weak and without control, and she felt better than she ever had before, and she couldn't tell if the second came from the first or if she was being conditioned to think as much or if she even cared.

Butterscotch's grip on her head tightened, and she sputtered around his length as she felt it twitch and pulsate and swell even further. "I'm close, slut," he hissed, and Red didn't know if her vision had gone blurry because she'd heard that or because she couldn't breathe. "Make sure to take it all in, like your sister does." He seemed to be almost panting, and he forced the mare to take his cock as he deep as she could, holding her head in place with both hands. He grunted, almost moaned, and stars blew up in Red's mind as she felt his cum travelling through all the length of his shaft.

She'd never thought drowning could feel so good. Cum filled up her belly and her throat and her airways, and arousal sprayed like a jet from her cunt while milk erupted from her tits. She couldn't think about anything, the pleasure was too great and her senses were being assaulted by the taste and smell of Butterscotch's seed filling her up. Her stomach swelled with the results of the small stallion's ejaculation, but it was too much for her to contain it all and it travelled back up her throat and out of her mouth, dribbling down her chin and covering her massive tits and wet thighs.

She didn't realise he was done until he yanked her head away from his shaft and threw her back on the ground. She landed, limp as a doll, head still spinning and her breathing ragged. It took a bit before she got back up again, finally back in control of her own body, but her mind was still distant and hazy. She mindlessly began to collect the cum over her body and lap it up, without really realising what she was doing. It tasted so good. So wonderful. She squeezed her tits, moaned, and washed herself clean with her own milk before licking herself everywhere she could.

She understood why her sister had acted the way she had. It felt so good, after all. But she still felt something was missing. Looking up, she knew what she needed to do. She stood, and slowly, she made her way towards the smirking batpony busy getting her sister to clean his shaft. "I thought you said something about breaking me," she said at him, with all the attitude a naked, cum and drool and milk covered mare who'd just orgasmed her own brains out could muster. She stood as straight as she managed to, tensed her muscles, and took another step towards Butterscotch.

He looked at her, smiling devilishly. "Why, yes, I do believe I did." A faux sigh. "I suppose I will have to get to that, then." He looked down at Applejack. The way he looked at her and spoke to her was sweet, but the way he forcefully yanked her mane to tear her away from his cock was anything but. "I'm sorry, dear, it seems I'll have to focus on your sister a little longer. I'm sure you two will learn to share later." Applejack looked sort of disappointed at first, but staring into Butterscotch's eyes her expression softened and she obediently backed away.

"Now, where were we?" Butterscotch looked back up at Red. "Oh, right." He closed the distance between them faster than she could realise, and all she had was a moment to see him standing in front of her before a slap from his hand sent her falling backwards to the ground. It stung on her cheek, yet it wasn't painful. Or at least, she wouldn't have called it that. In another moment he was on top of her. Despite his scrawny, thin build, the small batpony had her effortlessly pinned down, the mare completely unable to move her arms as he held his hands around her wrists.

Her muscles strained and bulged and pushed, but Butterscotch held her firmly immobilised without breaking a sweat. And holding her there, he slowly shifted his hips, until the tip of his massive cock was prodding against the soaking wet entrance to her sex. He chuckled, and shifted one arm so that it was his elbow pinning down her hand, while his held up his chin. "I believe you asked for a breaking, correct?" His piercing red eyes felt like they were digging straight through Red's skull. She didn't want to look at them, yet she felt her head turning by itself.

She almost opened her mouth, maybe to answer. She didn't get a chance to. His hand seized her throat, and his cock rammed all the way into her. She blanked out, milk spurting from her massive chest. When she came back to a moment later all she could see were Butterscotch's eyes, staring deep into her mind, two crimson pools she felt she could drown all her thoughts into. She was utterly powerless to do anything, her body completely at his mercy, even her breathing had become something he controlled.

He thrust into her again, his fat nuts slapping against her ass, and she came. She came and she came, and couldn't stop herself from cumming more. Her pussy clenched and gushed like a fountain, her tits shot out milk into the stallion's chest, and her mind began to melt. With each new thrust of Butterscotch's massive shaft into the deepest parts of her depths came a new peak of her climax, the tide of unending orgasmic bliss slowly eroding away every other thought she might have had. Her world became confined to that moment, that single act.

There was nothing on her mind but the thrusting of Butterscotch's gargantuan cock. Her body was just a hole for him to fuck, powerless to be anything else as he casually held her there and used her as he pleased. All her strength outmatched so effortlessly it was hard to conceive she even had strength of her own in the first place, her own will so fiercely disregarded it spread cracks through her psyche. Nothing of what she wanted or thought mattered, Butterscotch wanted to use her as a hole and so that's what she was. And it made her feel better than anything else.

Her gaze swam into the scarlet seas of the batpony's eyes, the only thing she could see. Filling her whole vision, drowning out anything else. She came, and she came, and she came, and Butterscotch kept fucking her like a toy he was using to jerk himself off, and all the while her thoughts melted into those magnetic red eyes of his. Her mind had been drowned in the chains of his control long before he came, though that would have been enough to crush any last shred of resistance from her. It just made her cum harder yet, and pass out.

Butterscotch waited until he'd thoroughly bloated the mare's womb, then slid his perpetually hard cock back out of her. Smiling he admired the fruits of his work, Red's torso and upper body utterly drenched in milk and drool. Her sister lapped some of it up, but her mouth was quickly on his cock again. Butterscotch soon began to mercilessly ravage her throat, like he was using it to clean his dick of Red's juices, though Applejack did not seem to mind in the slightest. "What next?" he asked, knowing it would ultimately be up to him to answer. "The rest of your friends, or the rest of your family?"

Author's Note

It's been a while, but for once it wasn't totally my fault. Luckily I got the go ahead for this chapter a couple days ago, so I was able to publish it today. It felt appropriate, vampires and Halloween and all that. Happy Nightmare Night everyone. Don't be as mean to your subs as Butter is, if you have more than one.

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