Chapters Third Wheel's Shortclop Collection
Chapter 1 contains: Luna; anthro; ass expansion, public exposure, wardrobe malfunctioningChapter 2 contains: Cadance and Royal Guards; anthro; consensual infidelity, creampie, ball draining, frenzied lustChapter 3 contains: Rarity, Applejack and Big Mac; anthro; huge male genitals, huge tits, titjob, blowjob, throatfucking, cumflation, incestChapter 4 contains: Twilight Sparkle; futa, masturbation, multiple orgasmsChapter 5 contains: Sci-Twi, Sugarcoat; futa, oral, magical dick, sex, enhanced lustChapter 6 contains: The Wonderbolts, Rainbow Dash, Spitfire; anthro; rule 63, hyper breasts, hyper lactation, mind break, semi-public masturbation, topless maresChapter 7 contains: Celestia, Luna; ass worship, asshole licking, hidden debauchery in plain sight, illusion spells, incestChapter 8 contains: Twilight, Spike; anthro; bimbo, impossibly large tits, multiple dicks, dick growth, hyper insertion, sexChapter 9 contains: Celestia, Luna, Ember; futa, huge breasts, huge ass, mind break, multiple vaginas, sex, cumflationChapter 10 contains: Sunburst, Starlight, Stellar Flare; anthro; bimbofication, mind wipe, incest, oral sexChapter 11 contains: Shining Armor, Flurry Heart, Princess Cadance; anthro; pregnancy, memory loss, incest, oral sexChapter 12 contains: Spike, Smolder, Sweetie Belle, Twilight; boobjob, interspecies, multidick, maid outfits, hotdogging, analChapter 13 contains: Twilight Sparkle, Moondancer; anthro; violence, bimbofication, non-con, futa, sex, mind breakChapter 14 contains: Soarin', Spitfire, Stormy Flare; anthro; sex, anal, oral sex, maledom, objectificationChapter 15 contains: Vinyl, Octavia; anthro; bimbofication, public nudity, clothing malfunction, futa, hyper assetsChapter 16 contains: Copper Top, OCs; anthro; maledom, spitroastingChapter 17 contains: Shining, Cadance; cumflation, sex toys, technically infidelity, free use, non stop orgasms, multiple magically overimposed dicks in a single pussyChapter 18 contains: Mane-iac; anthro; horrible puns, involuntary self fucking, tentacles, overstimulationChapter 19 contains: Sandbar, Cozy Glow, Pacific Glow; foalcon, fillydom, implied mind control, oral sex, sex, non conChapter 20 contains: Twilight, Spike; anthro; bimbo, anal, stuckageChapter 21 contains: Shining, Applejack; anthro; maledom, noncon, implied harem, choking, violence, mating press, sexChapter 22 contains: Shining Armor; anthro; maledom, public indecency, technically cheating, sex toys, multiple simultaneous female partnersChapter 23 contains: Big Mac, Cheerilee, CMC; maledom, love potion abuse, voyeurism, public sex, implied incest, implied harem, implied foalconChapter 24 contains: Vinyl, Octavia, Bon Bon, Lyra; anthro; futa, futadom, oral sex, exhibitionism, boobjob, cheating, mind controlChapter 25 contains: Cadance, Sombra, Shining; anthro; maledom, cucking, huge breasts, sexChapter 26 contains: Luna, guards, OC; anthro; nudity, bimbofication, oral sex, implied cheating, impossibly large penis, reverse haremChapter 27 contains: Gallus, Sandbar, Smolder; anthro; maledom, implied harem, sph, anal sex, orientation playChapter 28 contains: Rainbow Dash, Soarin', Spitfire; anthro; maledom, objectificationChapter 29 contains: Cadance, Thorax; anthro; implied r63, mind control, maledom, weird changeling genitals, earfuckingChapter 30 contains: Applejack, Babs Seed; anthro; futadom, incest, cock worshipChapter 31 contains: Pinkie Pie, Thunderlane; anthro; exhibitionism, BDSM aesthetic, sexChapter 32 contains: Sunburst, Sandbar, Smolder, Ocellus, Gallus, OCs; anthro; maledom, futadom, gangbang, cumflation, cheerleader outfitChapter 33 contains: Princess Twilight, Sci-Twi; mind control, facesitting, verbal degradation, oral lesbian sex
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Author's Note
This was originally written in the comments of image #2104998 on Derpibooru, by Hooves-art, inspired by the pic itself. It has finally found its home here.
Contains: Cadance and Royal Guards; anthro; consensual infidelity, creampie, ball draining, frenzied lust
Royal Rutting
Cadance moaned in bliss, as the guardspony's muscled chest pressed against her breasts and crushed them against her body. Her fingers clawed his back, one still wearing her wedding ring, as the stallion kept thrusting inside her, his hips slamming against hers, the smack of skin against skin echoing in the room. "Getting close, honey?" she sultrily asked, feeling his cock throb inside her, its head beginning to flare out.
The guard just gave a grunt in response, the pleasure born from fucking the body of the Alicorn of Love herself driving his mind and senses wild and making it impossible for him to think about anything other than sex.
Cadance smiled to herself. "It's alright, big boy," she whispered in his ears, "let it all out."
With an almost desperate grunt, the guard came. He grabbed hold of Cadance's body, pulling her up against his own, and hilted his cock inside her, pressing as deep as he could in the alicorn's folds as rope after rope of cum shot from his shaft.
Cadance, her legs spread wide, her soles arching and her toes quivering in orgasmic pleasure, cried out her ecstasy. A rich blush spread across her face as more and more cum filled her marehood, until it began to gush out around the stallion's cock from the confines of her lower lips, her sex filled to the brim with semen.
After almost a full minute of non-stop orgasm, his balls completely drained, the guard dizzily lifted himself from Cadance's body and fell back to the ground, completely spent.
Cadance, her mane matted with sweat, her breath short and ragged, moved forward to lick away the last traces of cum from the unicorn's softening penis. Then, a wistful look in her eyes, she lit her horn and teleported the now sleeping stallion away from her room. Being the Princess of Love did mean she drove stallions into a literal frenzy that made them fuck her as hard as they could, but unfortunately not many other than her husband could keep at it for long, most being completely spent after just a session. And that meant her almost insatiable sexual appetite would be left unsatisfied after just a single stallion on those nights where she couldn't be with her husband, the ex-captain too busy with his "diplomatic meetings" with the other princesses, which involved such topics as finding out how many rounds he could go in Luna's ass before she broke and tapped out of it. But thankfully, Canterlot castle had no shortage of other guards for her to make use of.
Outside of her room, a white pegasus clad in golden armour felt a tap on his shoulder, and turned to see the blue glow of the Princess' magic inviting him into her room. He eagerly walked towards the door. Even if he hadn't been aware of the rumours about Cadance herself, the ten stallions she'd already called inside with her would have been a dead giveaway, let alone the screams that came from her room. He walked in, a tent already pitching in his pants, and the last thing he recalled after that was seeing the alicorn's body splayed on the bed, waiting for him. Then everything became a blur of sex and arousal, and he woke up naked in the barracks the morning after, at least fifty other stallions there with him.
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Author's Note
Written for a Patreon request, the user has asked me not to share their name.
Contains: Rarity, Applejack and Big Mac; anthro; huge male genitals, huge tits, titjob, blowjob, throatfucking, cumflation, incest
Friends and Family
The sloppy sounds of dutiful sucking and the rhythmical wet slapping of skin against skin greeted Applejack as she walked into the living room. On the sofa was her brother, sat back, while Rarity knelt in front of him, licking up and down his massive cock and massaging her fat tits around it.
The mare brought a hand to her forehead and forced a sigh out of her mouth, while the other hand drifted to the buttons on her shirt. "Rarity, you fucking whore! It's the fifth time today!"
Rarity stopped for a moment and looked at Applejack, frowning. "Darling, dear, I am not a whore. I am a slut. You see, a whove dah thck- " Her words became slurred as she kept licking up the stallion's member, then cut off as she put its tip in her mouth and started sucking on it.
Big Mac stared at his sister with a shrug.
Rarity pulled back for a moment. "On the other hand, a shrgl clorg chk- " she continued, still intent on talking with Mac's giant shaft in her mouth, only cutting off when she went far enough for him to enter her throat. "-Chak grlep glup shlerp glorp- " She dove forward again.
Applejack threw her pants over to a corner of the floor.
Rarity came back up from her dive, and gave a long lustful lick down from the tip of Mac's cock all the way to his large balls, smearing her face with spit and pre. "M mlikm Uhm mmd, m mlt- " She cut off again as she began to take more and more of the stallion's length into her throat, feeling up his muscled chest with a hand while the other played with her massive breasts.
Applejack's considerably large bra landed beside her pants, in the same pile where her hat and shirt already were.
Rarity had gotten about halfway down and was starting to pull back up, when Big Macintosh placed a hand on the back of her head and suddenly pushed her all the way down. Then he stood up and grabbed her horn, and began to roughly shove himself in and out of her throat, slamming her face on his crotch with every thrust.
"Oh fuck!" said Applejack in a breathy tone, pinching her nipples with one hand while the other pumped into her exposed cunt.
Rarity's hands were occupied in much the same manner, though through the gargling sounds of the throatfucking she was experiencing she could still be heard trying to talk to her friend.
With a grunt, Big Mac hilted inside the unicorn's throat and began to cum, quickly making her belly balloon out until she looked like a fully pregnant mare ready to give birth. Then he pulled back, and cleaned his cock with the curls of her mane.
"And that's why I'm a slut, not a whore," Rarity concluded after swallowing the last drops of the stallion's cum.
Applejack just pushed her out of the way, loudly moaning in bliss as she speared her dripping sex on the impressive length of her brother's still fully hard cock.
Rarity crossed her arms below her giant breasts. "Well now, this makes you just as bad as I am, no?"
"Technically, sugarcube," the earth pony explained as she started to fuck herself on Mac's shaft, "this is incest, so I'm neither a slut nor a whore."
Rarity raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. "Whatever, just let me have another turn when you're done," she said, fingering herself.
Applejack panted out something that could sound like an agreement, too busy focusing on her brother's cock inside her.
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Author's Note
Just a little something I came up with and decided to put down. May expand it into a bigger story one day. If you want early access to these shorts and to my bigger stories, make sure you check out my Patreon .
Contains: Twilight Sparkle; futa, masturbation, multiple orgasms
Batelight Sparkle
Twilight thrust her massive cock harder into the toy wrapped around it, as the last rims of her orgasm died down. Then, with heavy breaths and a shudder coursing through her limbs, she started masturbating again.
She'd been at it for hours at that point, though she herself had lost track of exactly how much time had passed. There wasn't really a point in keeping track anyway. She simply kept thrusting away, orgasm after orgasm.
Images flashed before her eyes, born from the spell she had cast at the start of it all. Visions of her most depraved fantasies brought to life, all appearing before her and hammering their way into her brain.
Her dick gave no signs of softening in the least. It stood stiff and ready, always at its most sensitive, always at full size. It utilised her own magic resources to remain like that, and she had quite the reservoirs.
She'd be stuck there until she ran out of magic and the spells gave out. Until then, she would continue to pump and stroke herself to violent orgasm after violent orgasm, all the while seeing and hearing only the twisted and perverted depictions of debauchery her mind was made to come up with.
That had been the plan, anyway. Oh, she'd be tired afterwards, that was for sure. Sore in her every limb, her throat dry and her eyes heavy and her head pulsing if she got up too fast. Perfectly understandable after spending days doing nothing but masturbating, which is what she estimated would happen given her existing magic resources.
And it would be all worth it. It already was worth it, even if she wasn't in any state to tell yet. Entranced by her masturbation and by her visions, all she could do was pump, and all she could think about was the pleasure she felt. Which was the point, really.
When she'd first come up with a spell to temporarily give herself a dick, it had been purely out of scientific interest. But working on it, she'd found a way to expand her sensitivity way past the limits of a normal pony. Only combined with her self-given stallionhood though.
She'd never thought she'd end up like that, but once the possibility slithered into her mind as an idea she just had to see what the limit was. She had to push things there, it was too tempting not to.
Just how sensitive could she make herself? How big of a cock could she give herself anyway? How much could a pony lose track of the outside environment if they were hyperfocused on masturbation, and for how long, and how would it be like to keep going?
And so she'd ended up there. Locked up in her lab, alone, pumping up and down her massive magical shaft while drool dribbled down her chin and her brain swam in a sea of pure chemical bliss. Sex and depravity flashed before her, filling her mind, and the purple Princess pumped and pumped her thick cock as she kept feeling nothing but the pleasure of her own self indulgence.
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Written as a request for one of my patrons. Make sure to check out my Patreon if you'd like to support me.
Contains: The Wonderbolts, Rainbow Dash, Spitfire; anthro; rule 63, hyper breasts, hyper lactation, mind break, semi-public masturbation, topless mares
Wonderboobs
The room was packed, and murmurs echoed all throughout it. The entirety of the Wonderbolts was there, standing or walking around, waiting and wondering why Spitfire had gathered them all. Some were louder than others, Rainbow Dash in particular seemed rather prone to yelling as she hung around Lightingroad and Glide.
Of course, that wasn't the only sound in the room. The constant wet plops of hooves stepping through the puddle of milk covering every inch of the floor were ever-present, and even more so were the moans of the mares filling the room. Not one of them could resist for long without playing with her tits, and seeing so many others playing with themselves only made everything worse in that regard.
Every single member of the all-female ensemble sported a pair of massive knockers, all so big they hung past their knees and some even bigger than that. No uniform could feasibly contain that much flesh, and as a result everyone's chest was bare. It wouldn't have made sense to wear anything anyway, with all the milk the mares leaked from their nipples. Being topless at least made playing with themselves easier.
The conversations and moaning died down as Spitfire finally entered the room, and loudly shut the door behind herself to draw everyone's attention. She walked her way to the wooden podium on one end of the room, hooves intentionally clacking on its surface, then turned towards the Wonderbolts to address all of them. She cleared her throat to snap the last few who were still playing with themselves out of their distraction, then opened her mouth to talk.
"As you may have noticed, or at least, as I sincerely hope you have noticed," she began, her tone sharp and annoyed, "the general productivity and overall efficiency of the team has drastically decreased over the past few weeks." Pretending she didn't hear the joke about breast productivity in the back, she continued, "This is not a matter that can go unaddressed any longer. I think everyone here is aware of what the cause is, and it is time we take action against it."
She stood a little straighter, her own massive breasts dangling in front of her. Ponies in the crowd had already started toying with themselves again, but she couldn't allow herself to show such unprofessional behaviour. Even while her nipples leaked onto the floor. "You've been skipping your practice sessions," she sternly began, trying to remain focused. "You haven't been training, or doing any of your assigned exercises. And this whole building is always covered in milk." She nodded towards the now ankle-deep puddle on the floor.
"And all of this," she continued, "because you're all too busy playing with your tits!" Her voice almost cracked at the end, and she caught herself just in time. Looking over the crowd as she tried not to think of the way her own tits were begging her for attention did not help. While she had gotten a few to stop fondling themselves, a lot more seemed not to care, and more still were joining them. The orange pegasus bit down on her lower lip. "We can't allow this to-" She stopped, having to choke back a moan. Fuck, she couldn't help it.
Spitfire's own hands began to pinch her nipples. Yes, that felt good. "We cannot allow this behaviour to continue!" she managed to say, finally no longer distracted by the itching in her breasts. That was the only reason she'd started to play with herself anyway. She could stop any moment. Any moment. It wasn't a problem that it felt so good to play with them. She wasn't like those recruits. All playing with their own tits, milk leaking on the floor, moaning in front of her as...
As... All those tits and milk and mares and- Right! Right, right, she had her announcement to make. She realised her mouth was open and shut it, suddenly aware of the line of drool that had leaked down past her chin and onto her massive chest. "Something needs- Something needs to be done!" Words rushed out of her as she tried to avoid her voice cracking. Her own fingers still danced over her nipples, squeezing and pinching and twisting, her thighs grinding together. She couldn't help it. Just a little more.
Yeah. That was all it was, wasn't it? She was about to ban any type of behaviour like it, so why not indulge in it just some more one last time? She'd always held herself back, after all. "We cannot..." she began anew, her tone a little dazed. "We cannot still call ourselves the Wonderbolts like this. This behaviour is- It's disgraceful. We are not fit to fly, we've been slacking, we wouldn't even be able to put up a proper performance without ending up playing with ourselves instead. And it's for this reason that I... I..."
Am banning any form of activity that involves masturbating or playing with our own tits. That was what she had to say. But... Maybe, maybe wait just a moment longer? She was so close herself, so close to cumming, her tits were so hot. It wasn't a big deal if she just came once, one last time, right? Right? And then, and then she would ban it, yes. Then she would... She would... Why was Rainbow Dash coming towards her? "What... What are you..." Spitfire dizzily slurred out towards the bustiest pegasus in the room, as the other stepped towards her.
Then everything went white. Rainbow Dash, whose massive tits just barely didn't touch the floor and practically swam in the milky puddle at the pegasus' hooves, had walked up to Spitfire, and forced her boobs against the other mare's still rather impressive pair of overinfalted breasts. And on top of that, the blue mare started to knead and play with them as well. Spitfire's thighs clenched as molten arousal leaked through her suit from her loins.
The Wonderbolts's leader was shell-shocked, unable to form coherent thoughts in her state. She just kept shuddering in pleasure, an almost limp pile of repressed arousal violently decompressing and leaving her screaming and drooling and lactating and cumming her brains out like never before had she thought possible. Her mind was almost blank, only filled with the pleasure of her impossibly violent orgasm, any train of thought she previously had completely derailed.
"Well?" Rainbow Dash asked, a sultry, devious smile on her lips. "Weren't you saying something?" She pressed her chest harder against Spitfire's, still toying with the older mare's breasts. Behind her, all the mares in the room were pinching or twisting or suckling either their own nipples or another mare's, everyone moaning and lactating onto the floor. The display in front of them only pushed things further, seeing their leader cum like that being quite the sight for them.
Spitfire became distantly aware of what Rainbow had said, somewhere beyond the haze of her pleasure. She had been saying something, yes. But what? It was so hard to focus, so hard to think about anything while her tits felt so good. It was the same for everyone, no? Was that what she'd been saying? Yes, she could remember now. Everyone was slacking, too busy playing with their tits, they couldn't call themselves the Wonderbolts in that state. It was clear what she had to do.
The captain began to knead her own tits, and turned back towards the rest of the room. "We cannot call ourselves the Wonderbolts in this state," she repeated, her tone deep and full of lust. "Practice has gone unattended, shows are impossible, and training has been forgotten by all of you." She pinched her nipples and moaned. "So from this moment on, I declare we are no longer the Wonderbolts! All shows, training and practise are suspended indefinitely! From now on we are the Wonderboobs, and all our time shall be spent playing with our and each other's tits!"
All throughout the room moans of agreement echoed back. The mares were now shamelessly and openly masturbating with their chests, leaking milk all over the floor and walls as the puddle grew deeper and deeper. Spitfire let herself go, and laid down on the ground, pinching and twisting her erect and leaking nipples, her body half-submerged in milk. All around her the mares just kept mindlessly playing with their tits, cumming and moaning and losing themselves to climax after climax. And she wouldn't have had it any other way.
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Author's Note
Written as a request for Fome , one of my patrons. If you wish to support me or you want early access to my work, consider supporting me on Patreon .
Contains: Celestia, Luna; ass worship, asshole licking, hidden debauchery in plain sight, illusion spells, incest
The real world doesn't have protective spells, so if you're sticking your tongue up someone's ass (or are getting someone's tongue up yours) make sure you both know the risks involved and practice proper hygiene. Or use one of those protective membranes that almost no one seems to know about.
The Throne
It was late in the afternoon, almost evening, and the last rays of sunlight came in practically horizontal through the windows. The last few ponies still in the room were waiting for Princess Celestia to dismiss the court, as was protocol, but there was an odd, unusual tension running through them.
The pony sitting on the throne didn't fail to notice that. Certainly, some rumours about her activities had circulated. All as planned, really. Celestia had made sure to 'accidentally' let some bits of the plan slip, while talking to a guard in the gardens, just close enough to a group of nobles for them to overhear something.
None of them could know about the full thing, though. The white alicorn shifted in her seat, feeling the magically hidden pony's tongue swirling along the rim of her ass. She'd been at it all day long, and quite eagerly too. It was quite surprising that she was still up at it with the same vigour even after hours and more than one orgasm. Still, it could not go on forever. I think that's enough for today, the princess soundlessly said to the one whose face she was sitting on.
As you wish, Mistress, came the still soundless, magically transmitted reply of the mare in question. But her tongue darted a little deeper inside the alicorn, while her lips wrapped around her backdoor and suckled with renewed emphasis, revealing her reluctance to actually stop. Are you sure about it? Wouldn't you rather have me tend to you longer?
I am. "Court is dismissed," the alicorn spoke aloud, shifting a little again and letting a small groan escape her lips. She watched the blushes and uncomfortable expressions of the nobleponies with delight as they walked away, and started to practically grind her ass on her sister's face as the last of them closed the door. She did wonder if they'd seen her as they looked back to close it, and what exactly they were thinking.
After a few more second of intense grinding and fantasising, she finally came. Panting after her climax, the mare stood up and stepped down from her seat, then gave a flick of her horn. The air around the throne flickered. There, in place of the usual seat, was instead the tied up form of Princess Celestia, covered in sweat and panting from arousal. The magical disguise that her double had been wearing then lifted itself to reveal Luna instead.
The younger sister went to unfasten the bonds holding Celestia in place, unlatching the straps and belts one by one. Then she helped her get back to her hooves, wrapped her forelegs around her neck, and before the other had a chance to react planted a deep, sloppy kiss on her lips.
After a moment the kiss was released, leaving a strand of saliva connecting the two sisters' mouths. "Oh, Luna," Celestia playfully chided her, putting on a faux indignant inflection. "You know how unsanitary that is!" After saying that, she cut the bridge of spit with her tongue and lapped it up.
Luna just smirked back at her. "I'm the princess now, remember? I can do anything I want. Besides, you're one to talk." She dove in for another quick kiss. "And I do have protective spells in place. So, did you enjoy it as much as it felt like you did??"
Celestia nodded. "It was wonderful, yes. And you did a great job at impersonating me. Although..." A mischievous smile spread on her lips. "Maybe we could switch places for a day. You certainly don't seem to mind the taste, do you?"
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Author's Note
Written as a request from a patron (speaking of which I do have a Patreon if you want to give me money or something). Spike is of course meant to be above legal age.
Contains: Twilight, Spike; anthro; bimbo, impossibly large tits, multiple dicks, dick growth, hyper insertion, sex
Dick Fitting
The wet, squelching sound of rhythmic penetration echoed in the bedroom, accompanied by the clack of skin and scales striking against each other. Twilight's soft panting and occasional moans came like chords playing over the percussive beat, and her high pitched voice occasionally came in to replace them. "That's two," the alicorn said, adjusting her glasses and then jotting down a few lines on her notebook. She was bent over on her knees, but thankfully her hands were free to write, the front of her body held up horizontal by the sheer size of her tits.
Behind her, Spike kept thrusting in and out of her sex. His claws kneaded the alicorn's soft, massive ass, but his own expression was uncertain. "Twilight, are you sure this is how you're supposed to go about it?"
"Of course, silly," answered Twilight, tapping with the end of her pencil on her overinflated lips, and almost instinctively starting to suckle on it like she would with a dick. Her horn lit up again, and the already impressive bulge in her belly swelled even further. "That's three."
Spike's thrusts grew a little faster. He did have to admit he was enjoying himself, but still he wasn't fully convinced. "But wouldn't it be the same if you just made mine bigger instead?"
"Four. Of course not!" Twilight replied as her horn lit again. "I'm trying to see how many dicks I can fit inside me at once, not how big of one I can take! Five." Again, a new cock materialised on Spike's crotch, just as massive as his impressively big original one. "It's, like, not the same, dummy! Uh... Six? Six comes after five, right?" She moaned, her notebook and pencil discarded on the bed as she started to play with her nipples, her glasses falling from her face.
Spike just rolled his eyes, and spanked Twilight's ass hard enough to leave a mark. For what it was worth, every new cock he grew made him enjoy fucking her more, and thus with each new one his thrusts grew stronger and faster.
Twilight's horn gave a few more spurts of magic, while the alicorn's eyes began to roll back into her head. "Ten? Or- Or was it twelve?" she slurred out, but even as she said that her horn kept cycling through the same spell. Her belly was stretched wider and wider, each new cock she added to her assistant bloating her insides further. "Oh dear, I think I lost count," she breathed out, but still she didn't stop giving Spike more shafts. "Oh oh oh- Ah! Fuuuck!" Her eyes fully rolled back into her head, and her words turned to an incoherent babble of moans. Occasionally, another flash of magic lit her horn, but for the most part she simply kept cumming and drooling.
Spike's thrusts were blindingly fast at that point, the smack of his thighs against Twilight's leaving hers reddened, the alicorn in front of him stuffed so full of cocks her belly would have been larger than the whole rest of her body had it not been for her abnormally huge tits. "Heh," the dragon grunted. "I wonder if any of your other dumb slut friends can take this many. Or maybe I could have one of them on each cock? Or each on a pair?" Fantasising about that, he kept slamming into Twilight's cunt with his more than a dozen dicks.
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Author's Note
Written as a request from a patron (I'll never stop calling them that, also I am on Patreon and I'll relaunch my page there soon).
Diplomatic Relationships
"Sister, remind me again how it took so long for us to come to this decision?" asked Luna.
"Well, I must admit it was mostly a matter of ignorance on my part," replied Celestia. "I, of course, was aware of the peculiarities of male dragon genitals." A pause, as she shifted her hips slightly. "I just never realised female ones matched up with them."
Lying on the floor, her massive breasts squished against the ground and holding up her torso, Ember could only babble and drool, her long tongue lolling out of her open mouth and her eyes rolled halfway up, while the two alicorn sisters kept thrusting their cocks each in one of her two pussies. She'd started cumming moments after they'd entered her, and didn't really seem to have stopped since.
"It's for the best, though," Celestia said between thrusts. "Now we don't need to choose which of us should claim the Dragon Lord's breeding hole."
Luna kept slamming her hips into the panting and drooling dragon's body, holding part of her down with her front legs. "One of us could have just taken her elsewhere. She certainly has enough ass for both of us."
Celestia responded to that by smacking a hoof against one of Ember's large buttocks, the one on her side, making the dragon's whole ass jiggle and eliciting a particularly loud moan from her. "She sure does." She kept going at Ember's pussy, switching up her rhythm slightly, staring at what she could see of the dragon's almost blank, pleasure drunk expression. "Do you think we should worry about her?"
"As long as she keeps moaning, she's still breathing right," replied Luna, whose thrusts had only grown fiercer and more intense. Every one was accompanied by the loud smacking of her skin and legs against the dragon's scales and enormous ass, and by more moans from Ember as her body was pushed around, fat tits pressed against the floor and nipples dragging against the ground.
Celestia bit her lower lip, changing the angle of her penetration a little to delay her climax a bit further. "What if it gets to her head, though? Couldn't that be a problem?" She had to bite her lips again, as the insides of Ember's pussy seemed to tug at the edges of her building flare and almost made her cum right then.
Luna looked at her, and for just the briefest of moment her thrusts slowed down a little. But they almost immediately resumed, even rougher and stronger than before. "Like you'd have a problem with that, huh? Like you wouldn't be happy if she was reduced to a dumb, mind broken doll with two giant fat tits and a massive ass that's always drooling and dripping wet and following you around like a dog, begging for you to stuff her cunt full with your big fat cock."
"Oh, fuck!" Celestia had already begun cumming before Luna was even done saying that, the mental image too hot to hold back. She stood there shaking and thrusting, watching Ember bloat up with the cum she was pumping into her.
Luna watched her, slowing down in her motions a little as a thought came to her. "Do you think she has a womb for each pussy or just a common one? Will she get double pregnant?"
Celestia ignored her sister's question, and instead slammed her hips against Ember's one last time, going as deep as she could in her and staying there as she pumped the last spurts of her orgasm within the moaning Dragon Lord. Luna shrugged, and picked up the pace again. With the added pressure of her sister's cum stretching Ember's insides, it wasn't long until she too was pumping the dragon full of cum.
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Parental Examination
"So..." Starlight awkwardly, nervously wrung her hands, eyes darting alternatively between random corners of the living room and the mare who happened to own it. She feigned a cough, and looked out the window. "Nice weather we have today, eh?" she tried, hoping the other unicorn would somehow ignore everything said before that.
The attempt at suddenly derailing the conversation had, predictably, no effect on Stellar Flare, who simply kept eyeing Starlight the same way. "So?" she asked, inviting the other to actually finish asking her question. Not that she didn't know what it was, but she clearly wanted to hear Starlight say it.
Starlight had known Sunburst's mother back when they were still foals. And the mare hadn't really changed since then, going by memory, she'd simply gotten older. But Starlight's younger mind had failed to pick up on a lot of details about the mare that she now had the maturity to properly appreciate. Like the clearly magically enhanced breasts, or the makeup that was just a touch too heavy to be considered classy, or the rather... questionable length of the vertical splits in her dress at her hips and cleavage.
Suddenly realising how much her best friend's mother looked like a whore had only made things more awkward than they already were. Which is not to say they weren't plenty awkward by themselves, with her being there to talk about her feelings for said 'best friend'. "So... Uh... Do I have your blessing to ask Sunburst out?" Starlight timidly asked.
Once again Stellar squared her up and down, and Starlight could feel herself crumble from the inside with every nervous shake of her frame under the older mare's gaze. Finally, Stellar clicked her tongue. "I'm afraid you're not quite what would be appropriate for my son. Nor what he would like, for that matter."
Starlight suspected she actually would start to physically fall apart as she heard that, and was already preparing to teleport out of there and find herself a nice hole to hide and drown herself in her tears in, but something came through the roaring building in her ears that made her stop and listen.
"But," Stellar said, "there is something that can be done about that. Lucky for you, I know just what's needed to fix you."
Starlight latched on to those words like a sailor holding on to solid land against a storm. "What is it?" she asked, almost hyperventilating, barely not pushing herself to her knees. "I'll do anything."
Stellar gave her a weird smile, as her horn lit up. "Oh, there's a lot of things we'll need to change about you. But I'm sure my Sunburst will love you by the end of it. Are you sure you want to go through with it?"
Just hearing his mother mention the possibility of Sunburst loving her back was enough for Starlight to feel like she was flying without wings or magic. "Yes!" She vigorously, furiously nodded. "Whatever it is I'll do it."
Stellar's smile widened, and her horn shone brighter. "Very well."
Only then did Starlight notice the aura of magic that had enveloped her body. And that was slowly sinking inside her body. Before she had time to fully register that, she felt something akin to a buzzing in her ears, only distinctly inside her head, and a few sparks of colour danced in her vision. "What's going on?" she asked, confused and suddenly dizzy.
"Just the required changes to make you into a good fit for my Sunburst," Stellar candidly replied. "You agreed to do anything for him, didn't you?" Starlight's vision was getting cloudy, but she could swear she saw the mare opening up her dress. And wearing nothing underneath it. "Oh, he'll be so happy to see you once this is done."
Starlight tried to say something. Instead, she just fell forward on the ground. Her whole body felt the way her arms did when she accidentally slept on them wrong and then woke up, yet it wasn't unpleasant. Kind of like waking up, or falling asleep. Colourful flames danced in her vision, and she could swear she heard a voice whispering something to her. A sweet sweet voice that she just had to follow.
Starlight sighed. She felt oh so good. Her whole body was at once completely relaxed and hypersensitive. It was like every inch of her was just the same as her marehood. Like her entire body was just the same as her cunt. There to feel good, there to be fucked. Her entire body existed to he fucked.
A drunken chuckle escaped the mare's lips, along with a line of drool. A fucktoy. That's what she was. It felt so good. But a good fucktoy needed a body to match. As Starlight laid half unconscious on the floor, the effects of Stellar's spell began to manifest themselves.
The unicorn's clothes dissolved, replaced by far more revealing and in places decently larger versions of them. Starlight's body was quick to match and stretch their new sizes though. Her tits grew larger and heavier, surpassing even Stellar's bigger than naturally possible chest yet remaining firm in their shape, but not rigid to the touch. Her hips widened, her waist shrunk, her ass filled out to the point where she'd always have cushions wherever she chose to sit. Her nails and hair grew longer and took on a pretty, artificial colour, and so did her lips after considerably sizing up. She needed two proper cock pillows for when she gave head, after all.
And she couldn't wait until she'd get to give it. Nor to give Sunburst any other part of her body, what was the point of being a fucktoy otherwise? But there was something bugging her in her head. Boring stuff about complicated magic that had nothing to do with sex or being a good slut for her Sunburst. She happily flushed those thoughts away, and found she was much happier with a clear and empty head. Now she could fully focus on being a good fucktoy.
Starlight slowly got to her knees, blinking. "Like, what happened?" she asked, sputtering slightly as she got used to her inflated lips. She idly toyed with her pigtails as she looked around the room, until a wonderful sound caught her attention.
Near the door to the nearby room, Stellar Flare choked and sputtered around her son's dick. He was too focused on fucking her face to look up, and that gave Starlight enough time to get up, fall to the floor as she failed to balance with the weight of her new tits, and crawl towards him on her knees. He saw her just as he pulled back and sprayed Stellar's face with cum, and smiled at her.
Stellar noticed that, and turning to look at Starlight she too smiled. "See? She turned out so well," she said, one hand plunged into her cunt while the other toyed with her nipples. "Come here, Starlight dear. Let me teach you all about how to suck cock."
And Starlight happily got closer, planting her plump lips against the tip of Sunburst's still hard shaft and slurping up droplets of his cum as both him and his mother placed their hands behind her empty head and pushed her forward. And a gush of arousal shot from her pussy, closing out the trail she'd leaked on her way there with a puddle.
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Parental Exemplification
"Okay, Slurry-"
"Flurry."
"Flurry, yeah." Cadance nodded. "This right here is a dick," she said, tracing a finger along the length of Shining's shaft.
Flurry facepalmed. "I know what a dick is, mom."
Cadance said something more, but none of it was intelligible given the numerous inches of horsecock stuffed in her mouth.
Shining held back a chuckle. "I don't think Flurry can understand you if you speak like that," he said.
A disappointed puppy look on her face, Cadance forced herself to pull back and released Shining's member from her mouth, the tip still connected to her lips by a thick trail of saliva. She looked back to her daughter. "I was saying, Furry-"
"Flurry."
"Flurry, that you should suck on it like I was doing," Cadance explained. "And you're supposed to take the whole thing down to the base. That's how Daddy likes it."
Flurry groaned, rolled her eyes, and nervously tapped her hoof on the carpet. "Mom, please, I know how to suck dick."
Cadance looked disappointed again. "But Slutty-"
"Flurry."
"Flurry, you need to do your best for your King's cock." Cadance giggled and caressed her round pink belly. "Gotta suck Daddy's cock and let him fuck your ass and give him lots of foals so he can fuck them too when they grow up."
Shining was smiling, clearly enjoying the situation, while Flurry seemed more impatient than anything else. "I know how to get fucked, mom!" she groaned. "I know anal too! Can't we just get this over with?"
Cadance didn't answer immediately. She seemed to not have heard her daughter at all, actually. She was too busy burying her face in Shining's balls, drunk on the scent and with a hazy look in her eyes.
Flurry wanted to facepalm again, but her hands had gotten busy somewhere else. "Could you please wake her up?" she pleaded with her father. "And stop enjoying this so much!" she hissed, halfheartedly.
Shining chuckled again, looking between Cadance and Flurry, but eventually he sighed and obliged the latter's request. He grabbed hold of Cadance's mane and gently pulled back, then knocked on her forehead with a knuckle. Cadance blinked, and looked around confused. "Where was I?"
"You were just about done explaining to me how I'm supposed to service our King," Flurry blurted out, seeing her chance to speed things along. "It's time you got me to try my hand at sucking that big, beautiful, rock hard cock of his." She barely got the last sentence out between her growing pants, while the sound of her fingers digging into her sex grew louder.
Cadance pouted. "But Volley, we need to make sure-"
"Oh, just shut it!" Flurry shoved her mother aside with her magic and rushed forward to kneel before Shining. As her mother landed safely on her fat ass, the younger, just as naked alicorn wrapped her huge tits around her father's cock and began to stroke it and kiss its tip. "There, Daddy," she said, a drunk giddiness to her voice. "Please cum for me, Daddy. Your daughter needs to be well fed." She caressed her own growing belly with a wing as she said that.
Cadance looked at the scene with a dumb smile. "Such a good daughter," she said. "Shall I fetch another to teach her as well, my King?"
Shining, leaning back into his throne while Flurry worked his shaft, looked to Cadance. "Sure." He looked down to Flurry while the other left. "I hope you won't mind sharing with one of your sisters. Maybe once she's here Cady will remember I already fucked you all. Some days I wonder if I didn't fuck her brains out too literally."
Flurry didn't even hear him, too wholly focused on forcing his entire cock down her throat.
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Compe-tits-ion
The wet sound of flesh sliding against flesh and smacking against scales echoed through the crystal walls of the room, in two sets each going at its own rhythm. One set came from Smolder's breasts, wrapped around Spike's shaft, pumping up and down on it. The other came from Sweetie Belle's engorged teats, wrapped around Spike's other shaft, doing much the same thing as what the other pair of tits was.
"So," Smolder asked with a smirk, "have you finally decided which is better?" She looked down at the tip of Spike's penis poking through the embrace of her large, soft chest, and almost went to lap at it, but she stopped herself. It wouldn't be fair. She had to pull back, too, to make sure she wouldn't drool on it, which resulted in her mostly drooling over her maid outfit instead.
"Of course he has," Sweetie hissed, working her own set of tits over Spike's other shaft with her magic while she adjusted her maid outfit with her hooves. She turned to Spike himself and fluttered her eyelashes at him. "You've decided, haven't you? Crotchtits are better than chest breasts, aren't they?"
Smolder threw a raspberry at the unicorn, then she too looked to Spike. "Don't listen to her. Boobs up here are the way to go, aren't they?" To accentuate her point, she pressed hers together around his cock.
Spike, leaning back into his chair, gave a sound halfway between a sigh and a moan. The discussion was certainly tiresome, but he couldn't focus much on being bothered while having both of his dicks worked. "I've told you already, girls," he said in a breathy tone, "it's the same to me. You're both equally good."
Both the others pouted at that, and redoubled their efforts to please the dragon. "Come on," Smolder said, "let it all out. Show that crotchtits bitch that breasts are the way to go."
"Don't listen to her," said Sweetie seductively. "Pony teats are much better than her scaly chest. Cum for me, big boy." She mashed her boobs together for added emphasis.
Spike bit his lower lip, and let out a low guttural sound. Both of his shafts twitched and began to simultaneously shoot out ropes of cum that landed all over the maid outfits the mare and the dragon were wearing. Spike then let himself rest in his chair, enjoying the afterglow.
"Another tie," hissed Smolder.
Sweetie glared daggers at her, then looked to Spike again. "Come on! Another round!"
Spike sighed and groaned. He was about to reply, when the door opened and Twilight walked into the room. She paused as she noticed the scene. "Still with your competitions, you two?" Then she smirked and twirled around, flaunting her massive ass for all three of them to see. "I thought we'd already established what Spike likes best," she added, winking as she looked back.
With little care for the other two, Spike got up from his chair and headed towards the tall alicorn. Both his quickly hardening shafts slid between Twilight's buttocks as he pressed them together, using her backside like a toy. It was easily bigger than both Sweetie's and Smolder's breasts combined, and much more pleasant to the touch as well.
The unicorn and the dragon could only sit back and angrily stare at each other while Spike enjoyed himself with Twilight's ass, spanking it and playing with it as it engulfed both of his dicks and eventually sliding both of them into her asshole as well, cumming from it much faster than he had from their efforts yet ready to go again only moments later.
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Moonbimbo
A knock on the door. Moondancer grumpily got up and went to open it, and she immediately wished she hadn't. "What do you-"
She didn't get to finish that sentence. The purple glow of Twilight's magic closed her mouth shut, and pushed her back into her house. "How fucking dare you treat me like that?!" the alicorn hissed, stepping in and shutting the door behind herself.
Moondancer could only squirm, her arms and legs now also bound by Twilight's magic.
"You know, if I had attended that stupid fucking party of yours in the first place, I wouldn't be a Princess right now. Equestria might not even have been saved," Twilight continued. "But you, you little ugly antisocial bitch, you have the guts to deny me? Your ruler?" She stepped closer and lifted Moondancer up, to look her straight in the eyes. "And not just that. I couldn't give less of a shit about having a worthless loser like you be a friend of mine. But you, little piece of scum, you dared talk back to me? You dared speak to me without my permission?"
With a swing of Twilight's horn, Moondancer was sent tumbling across the floor, at least finally free from her magic's grip. Her freedom wasn't long, though, as Twilight yanked her head up by digging a hand in her mane and pulling, making her broken glasses fall to the floor.
"I think it's time we make something useful out of you, you useless waste of a mare," Twilight hissed.
Moondancer felt Twilight's spell hit her, and quickly sink into her body. She wasn't exactly sure of what it was doing, but a part of it became fairly clear as her clothes were torn apart by her expanding curves. Her chest went from being flat as a book cover to having two breasts each bigger than her head, and her ass and thighs matched the exaggerated look. Her legs got a little longer, and so did her mane and tail, while her waist seemed to shrink a little. Her lips definitely felt like they'd gotten bigger too. But at least her eyesight got fixed.
Twilight pulled hard on her mane again, and Moondancer was flipped around onto her back. She tried to get up, but halfway through she stopped, coming head to head with the tip of Twilight's throbbing horsecock. "And now for a little test run," the alicorn said, smirking.
Moondancer hadn't even had time to get used to how it felt sitting on her inflated ass that she was turned around again, her face pressed roughly against the ground and held there by one of Twilight's hooves. One of her legs was hoisted up over the alicorn's shoulder, and then Twilight slammed the full length of her shaft into the mare's cunt.
In a clearer state of mind, Moondancer might have been surprised at how easily it had gone in, maybe wondered why she was already so wet. But as Twilight penetrated her and began to thrust into her, every single thought she might have had was wiped clean by the pleasure exploding in her head. Her eyes rolled back and she began to drool against the floor, physically unable to comprehend anything other than how good it felt to be fucked.
Twilight started dragging her again at some point. She clumsily but eagerly crawled along. Twilight fucked her, and being fucked made her feel good, so she had to follow Twilight. Twilight was a wonderful Princess who'd gifted her a new body so she could enjoy being her fucktoy, and she had to be thankful for it.
"See this, girls?" Twilight asked to the group of mares waiting outside, as she pointed to the naked and bimbofied unicorn on her knees beside her. "This is what happens when you don't pay proper respect to your betters."
Moondancer was too busy happily nuzzling and licking Twilight's cock to see how the others reacted.
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Equipment Management
The wet and meaty rhythmical sounds of a cock sliding in and out of a mare's vagina and of a stallion's thighs slapping against her ass echoed around the mostly empty training room, and Spitfire couldn't ignore them no matter how hard she tried. Nor could she ignore the moans coming from the mare in question, and she was starting to miss when it was the mare's throat that was being fucked instead.
For a moment, while she kept working out, the sounds stopped, and she hoped it was over. Then they picked up again. Anal sex this time, judging by the shift in the moans' pitch. She groaned, let go of her training weights with a loud thud, and turned towards the source of the sounds. "Are you done yet?" she barked.
Stormy Flare was too busy drooling and getting her ass fucked to acknowledge her daughter, but Soarin' did turn towards her as he kept on thrusting. "Why? It's not like you'd be using her."
Spitfire bit down on her lip, but she was forced to turn and look away. She could only stare at the naked stallion sliding his massive shaft in and out of her mother's ass for so long before she started to leak, and she didn't want that happening. Soarin''s glistening muscles and Stormy's sex-drunk expression only made it worse. She shut her thighs together, crossed her arms over her ample chest, and pouted. "You're distracting me."
"Oh, really?" Soarin' kept thrusting with mechanical precision. "You know I need my cock exercises, Spit'. You can just come back later."
Spitfire didn't answer. Nor did she dare turn back. The smell was getting to her head and she knew she was getting wet even without looking at the scene. "Do you have to use my mother for it?" she spit out.
"Well, she does make for a great tool for the job," Soarin' explained. "And you didn't seem to have a problem when I let Thunderlane try her. Are you sure you're not jealous?"
Spitfire had to bite her own tongue not to yelp, and she felt her nipples go hard. Could he? No, there was no way. "Jealous of what?" she asked, still refusing to look at the other two.
"That you're not the one getting used," Soarin' simply replied, while he kept on fucking Stormy's ass. "You're not the one who's getting her holes stretched out by the best cock in the Wonderbolts. You're not the one who's getting to spend her life as a training tool for my dick."
Spitfire's legs were shaking, and she was distantly aware that she was hyperventilating. "S-so what?!" she pushed out between shaking breaths. She wasn't even sure of what she was saying, too busy fighting against her own arousal. It was all true, all tearing away at her sanity, so tantalisingly close and yet so far. "It's not like you'd use me anyway! You already have my mother!"
"I could always use a second training tool," Soarin' casually said, "I'm sure you're aware I'm far from spent after using a single mare. Too bad you're busy being the Captain of the Wonderbolts." He threw Spitfire a piercing glance, or so it felt to her at least as she still did not look his way. "I guess you could always give up your role for this. But what kind of slut would do that, right?"
Spitfire's vision was swimming. She was panting hard, leaking from her nethers, and she wouldn't have been able to speak with all the drool coming from her mouth. It was all too much for her. She finally turned, to see Soarin' still mechanically pounding away at her mother's ass. She tripped on her hooves and fell too her knees, hands barely catching her in time.
Her mother just kept moaning, without even glancing at her. Soarin' did spare her a look though. "That's not quite a position for a Wonderbolts's captain to be in. It's more fitting for a fucktoy like your mother."
Something snapped inside Spitfire. She tore off all her clothes, letting her heavy breasts spill free, and crawled obediently towards Soarin'. He smiled at her, drew his shaft back from her mother's ass, gripped Spitfire's mane, and began to plunge into her throat with the same rhythmical cadence he'd used up to that point.
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Crescendo
As insufferably prudish as Octavia was, being her girlfriend still had its perks. Vinyl had a private spot reserved to herself, overlooking the stage from one of the priciest seats in the whole theatre. It was nice to have some privacy, it meant she could just let her cock out instead of being forced to confining it in her clothes. And she was sure she'd be doing more than just letting it hang out soon.
Octavia may have been flat as a board and with just about as much sexual energy as a piece of wood too, but that was all about to change. Vinyl had had to borrow some of Octavia's own money to buy the little present she'd given her girlfriend just before the concert, but she was sure she would hear no complaints about it. Bimbofication potions weren't cheap, but she was sure it would be worth the price.
The lights all went off and then lit the stage, the curtains were drawn, and Octavia began her performance. Vinyl watched, licking her lips and stroking her shaft in anticipation, knowing any second things would begin to play out.
The performance started out as normal. The usual, boring, insufferable sequence of notes Vinyl had already heard repeated at nauseam through Octavia's many rehearsals and practice sessions. Thankfully, though, after not a minute of it things began to change. Octavia almost missed a note, and Vinyl could see her instrument was being pushed forward slightly. She slowed her hand and began to give her cock big, long and slow strokes, savouring the moment.
Octavia missed her first note. The size of her bust was swelling, unmistakably so as the more it grew, the faster it continued to expand. Still the mare persevered with her performance, and Vinyl wondered if perhaps it was a consequence of the brain fog the potion was surely putting her under.
That lasted until the next sudden growth spurt. Octavia's cello fell forward, pushed away by her expanding tits, its music replaced by the sound of ripping cloth. Vinyl bit her lips and gripped her shaft tight, while her other hand reached for her breasts and began to tweak her nipples.
Octavia's bra had already snapped, and all that was left covering her nipples were a few tatters of cloth she held there with her hands. But keeping her arms so close to her chest would prove to be a dangerous choice. Another growth spurt made her tits press into her arms, nipples rubbing against her hands, and Octavia fell to her knees, moaning. From her spot, Vinyl could see her eyes going hazy as she began to drool.
The pleasure was too much for the earth pony to bear. As the rest of her dress was torn to shreds by the changes overtaking her body, she began to masturbate there, unable to think about anything else. One hand in her wet cunt, one on her now massive tits. Pumped up lips stuck in a whorish O shape and an inflated ass that ensured she'd never need a pillow to sit on again completed her living fucktoy look.
Gritting her teeth, Vinyl thrust her hips into her hand and came. Down below, the audience erupted in a standing ovation, some acting in much the same way Vinyl was. It was funny how the first real reaction of that kind Octavia had ever gotten in her career came right when she couldn't care about it anymore.
Coming down from her high, Vinyl looked at her bimbofied girlfriend still masturbating herself silly on stage. The transformation had been hot, sure, but the end result could have been better. Now that she knew she could help with it, Vinyl wanted her fucktoy to be the best it could be, and her cock told her tits bigger than her head weren't enough to scratch her itch just yet. Nothing that making Octavia down another potion or three couldn't fix, though.
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Is Manehattan's police department severely disorganised, is Copper Top just not a particularly brilliant agent, or is she actually setting things up on purpose so they end up like this? I guess we'll never know (until someone pays me to write one specific variation of it).
Fuck the Police
"Stop right there!" Copper Top shouted, rounding a corner. Not that she expected the two thieves she was running after to listen to her, but she knew the alleys of Manehattan like the inside of her vagina and she knew for a fact the two had gotten themselves into a dead end.
Just as she'd predicted, the two stallions were stuck in the short and narrow back alley, a tall wall on one end and her on the other. She began to confidently take a couple of steps towards them. They'd already dropped off the bags full of stolen jewels while being chased, no doubt because they were slowing them down too much, so she only had to worry about delivering them to justice. "Hands where I can see them! You're under arrest."
The two burly ponies, a particularly fit unicorn and a wardrobe-wide earth pony that stood a good head above him, initially looked at each other with defeated expression and began to do as they'd been told. But a after a few seconds and a few more steps from Copper, they looked at each other again and lowered their arms, suddenly smiling.
Copper pouted at that. "Well? I said put your hands up. You better listen, or I'll have to charge you for that as well." She crossed her arms under her ample bosom and tapped a hoof on the dirty concrete, waiting.
"Or what?" asked the earth pony, pushing back his blonde mane.
"Or, uh..." Copper Top suddenly frowned, puzzled. "I'll, ah..." She slowly began to walk backwards. "I..."
Grinning, the green unicorn teleported behind her, and her shoulders bumped into his chiseled chest. She turned, and was shoved onto the ground. Before she had a chance to even process the situation properly, both stallions were on her, dragging her deeper into the alley and tearing apart her uniform. "She's not wearing any bra," the brown earth pony commented as Copper's top was ripped open and her large breasts spilled free.
"She's not wearing anything down here either," the unicorn said as he pulled off her pants to reveal her dampening nethers.
Copper was about to rebuke how underwear would have slowed her down while giving chase to criminals like them, but before words could come out of her mouth the earth pony's dick went in instead. It stretched her maws and lodged itself into her throat, while his heavy balls settled onto her face and obscured her vision. The stallion gripped two handfuls of her large chest and began to pound her face without holding back.
The unicorn wasn't far behind. Holding her up with his hands on her soft wide ass, he slid his cock into her sex all the way to the base, reaching deep inside her, then he too began to thrust.
Copper wasn't really physically able to complain, but she probably wouldn't have. For all their questionable methods, the two studs were indeed giving her quite a good fuck. And so long as they were assaulting her body, they weren't assaulting the city. The day was saved, and so the officer decided she could afford to celebrate her success by enjoying the kindly offered rutting. She grabbed a stallion's waist with her hands and the other's with her legs, and moaning she encouraged both of them to fuck her harder.
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One for All
"You okay there, love?"
Cadance didn't answer. At least, if she did answer, it didn't sound in any way different from the slew of incoherent moans that was otherwise leaving her mouth.
She'd been like that for a few days at that point, most of the time, and around those hours of the day especially. Ever since her last royal decree, coincidentally also the last time she'd been in a state mentally capable of writing one for long enough to actually do so and announce it. Since then, most of her time had been spent cumming, orgasming, climaxing, or otherwise experiencing some level of debilitating pleasure of the sexual variety that left her on the floor, staining the carpets with fluids from both sets of lips.
In an effort to curb the sexual frustration of males in the Empire, something she could mentally feel in the air around her, and in what she'd at the time thought to be a stroke of genius, she'd ordered for a special sex toy to be issued to every willing pony of sufficient age. At first glance perhaps easy to confuse with a regular fuckable hole toy, each one was however enchanted with magic linking it directly with her own genital area. Each user would feel as if they were fucking her pussy upon inserting their penis in it, and there would be no need to worry about length or cleaning, as the spell effectively made it so they were indeed fucking her and not the toy and that any fluids would be left inside her as well.
Where she'd perhaps made a slight miscalculation had been in her idea of specifically linking her own sex with the toys. She'd thought it would be best to ensure the users would have the best experience possible, and perhaps she'd been right. She had not quite foreseen the consequences of receiving multiple simultaneous dickings at every hour of the day, sometimes dozens at the same time, and hundreds of ejaculations every day. And a few at night too, for good measure.
That all had left her, for one, barely able to function the majority of the time, and for two, almost constantly sporting a bulge in her belly, the result of her overfilled pussy and womb inflated with cum.
Shining smiled seeing his wife cum her brains out on the carpet. He really had to tell the maids to stop changing it altogether and just leave the floor exposed. He took out his own magical toy, and slid his considerably massive shaft within it, smirking as he saw it lead to Cadance having a particularly violent convulsion and moaning louder than usual. He could have fucked her actual pussy, but he'd rather use the one that felt clean and he could move at his own pace.
Cadance kept on cumming on the ground, certainly not disliking her situation. But even in her moments of rest, she was not really against it all. Her subjects were happier and satisfied, she got to cum over and over and get her belly stuffed with hundreds of loads of cum. Really, it was a win win situation as far as she was concerned. The only thing still left to do the next time she was sane enough for it was ensure the toys would be issued to the rest of Equestria as well, and hopefully beyond its borders too.
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Bad Hair Day
The Mane-iac cackled maniacally (or mane-iacally, she would have said) as she looked over the abandoned laboratory. Not for any actual reason. She just cackled like that sometimes, it had been a thing she'd started doing on occasion ever since going insane. Being insane, she didn't find it all too concerning.
She'd caught wind that apparently a colleague of hers (in the field of supervillainy, not in her previous working field) had left behind his laboratory, still not found by the Power Ponies, after being caught. She was quite delighted to see that was the case indeed. Maybe that was why she was cackling. She wasn't sure.
Just the thought of what she could find in there excited her. So many new toys that in her hands and mane tentacles could finally allow her to conquer Maretropolis first, and then the whole world. She just needed to figure out how to use them. It couldn't be too hard.
She very distractedly flipped a random but important looking switch on a control panel. That ought to do something, she thought. Something it did indeed, specifically it sent a bolt of electricity sailing towards her from a nearby machine. It knocked her out, but only momentarily. She pondered whether mane-mentarily sounded good enough as she got back up. The fact that she of all creatures was pondering it instead of simply rolling with it said something about how awful it sounded.
It was as she pondered this, and looked around the laboratory again, that the Mane-iac became suddenly aware of four very distinct and yet very closely related sensations. One was the feeling of her round breasts and perk nipples against her tentacles. One was the feeling of her tentacles rubbing against her breasts and nipples. One was the feeling of her pussy being spread open by her mane. One was the feeling of her pussy clamping down around her tentacle.
In that moment, she realised as well that she was no longer in control of her mane, which had started to move on its own and seemed fully intent on taking advantage of the rest of her body. It appeared to have gained a mind of its own. She could still sense everything it sensed, though, which for a brief while led her to question whether what was happening counted as rape, regular sex, or masturbation.
After a few seconds of her brain being bombarded with the combined pleasure of being fucked and fucking something, alongside the stimulation in her nipples and what the tentacle sliding between her breasts was feeling, she wasn't in a position to really question or wonder anything. She would have said she felt a-mane-zing, but she was in a feedback loop of double pleasure so strong her mind didn't have a place for mane puns either anymore.
And when the Power Ponies eventually found the laboratory, they found her still there. Drooling on the floor, her clothes in tatters, her mind even more of a mess than usual, still fucking herself with her tentacles and going crazy from feeling the pleasure of a tentacle inside her pussy and the pleasure of a pussy around her tentacle at the same time.
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Written as a Patreon request for Fome .
Contains: Sandbar, Cozy Glow, Pacific Glow; foalcon, fillydom, implied mind control, oral sex, sex, non con
Remember, it's not actually okay to touch someone else's genitals with sexual intent unless they're consenting, even if you're underage. Also you shouldn't be reading this if you are underage. Go watch ponies or something.
Double Glowjob
Sandbar stepped carefully into the darkened room, leaving the door open behind him. He wasn't sure what to expect. The message had seemed urgent, but it was odd that anycreature would ask to meet so late at night.
Suddenly the lights came on, and a familiar voice came from behind him. "I'm glad you came, Sandbar."
Immediately he flipped around, only to pull back as he nearly collided with a small pegasus hovering right at eye level. "Cozy! What are you—"
Cozy Glow put a hoof to his mouth, and locked the door with another. "Shhh. You'll understand soon enough." Then she released his lips, only to plant her own on them. She giggled as Sandbar instinctively recoiled.
As he did, he hit something. Turning around, the colt found himself looking up at an adult mare. Her eyes seemed slightly glazed over. She almost looked like a copy of Professor Pinkie, but with a straight, slightly reddish mane. Before he could react to this, she'd wrapped a foreleg around him for a fierce kiss of her own. And unlike Cozy, she didn't let him go.
While Sandbar fruitlessly tried to pull back from the older mare's embrace, Cozy fluttered up to the side of his head. "Do you know what day it is tomorrow?" she whispered, then gave his ear a brief lick and darted away.
He suddenly found himself free, only to be flipped onto his back. By the time he'd regained his bearings, the mare was already busy kissing his balls and the outside of his sheath. Cozy was sitting on his hind leg, smiling mischievously at him. Despite his admittedly limited efforts, his penis slowly began to harden, and the older mare moved from his sack to his shaft.
"What is—" Sandbar had to stop, half for the way he was panting and half to suppress a moan leaving his throat. "What is haaaa— happening? What are you—mmph —doing?"
"Oh, you poor little colt," Cozy crooned. "Taken advantage of by an older mare." She giggled, then gave a slow lick up Sandbar's almost fully erect shaft. "You'll have to go tell the Guard what my friend Pacific Glow here did to you. Using you without your consent and forcing you to cum against your will." As she said that, Pacific Glow wrapped her lips around Sandbar's dick, now at full mast, and then plunged down on it, taking it deep into her throat.
Too deep. She took the whole thing, planting her nose on Sandbar's crotch. He moaned loudly as his whole body twitched. The mare's throat massaging his shaft felt better than anything he'd ever felt, and he found himself panting even faster and instinctively trying to thrust his hips upwards, his balls tightening and sending waves of pleasure down his legs and up to his brain.
Cozy kept her devilish smile, stroking one of her hooves along the length of his cock while Pacific came up to breathe. "Such a terrible thing. A young colt like you, powerless to do anything as an adult mare uses him for her own pleasure." While Pacific worked the tip of his shaft, Cozy flew up to his barrel, laying her belly down on it.
"Except..." Her smile grew even wider, a twisted thing no normal pony would have on their face. "You know what day it is today, don't you?"
Sandbar didn't; or at least he wasn't sure. Not when he was weighed down by a very warm and surprisingly heavy filly, struggling to hold back against his own pleasure as a tongue skilled beyond what he'd thought possible twirled around the tip of his dick.
Cozy slid back and wrapped her hind legs around his cock. She began to slide them up and down his wet length, grinding her pussy against it in the process. "Or maybe I should ask you what day tomorrow is. Not that it makes much difference. We're only a few minutes away now."
Through the pleasure, Sandbar slowly began to make sense of what he was being told. Though looking down and seeing Pacific Glow bob her head on the top half of his dick while Cozy stroked the bottom portion with her lower body was doing things to him that made concentrating rather hard. The fact that Cozy was beginning to audibly pant and let out muffled moans didn't help.
"Just a little more, and it'll be your birthday," Cozy explained, while her hips moved faster and her breath followed suit. "You eighteenth birthday. You'll be a fully grown stallion in little more than a minute." She began to laugh, panting at the same time, a weird and almost psychotic sound that matched her expression and that Sandbar regretfully found was making his balls tighten up and the head of his cock flare out.
"A legal adult, in just a minute now," Cozy continued, now sounding almost delirious. "An adult, fucking a poor little innocent filly like me!" Her back arched and juices trickled down her sex and onto Sandbar's shaft. "You couldn't report that to the Guard, now, could you?" She cackled, drool falling down her chin.
Sandbar was too busy gritting his teeth and holding back his moans to know what to think. It all felt so wrong, and yet so good. His cock was throbbing and about to burst at any moment, and he felt completely powerless against the combined assault of the mare and the filly.
"Just a few seconds now." Cozy's wings began to buzz and she lifted herself, her thighs and nethers beginning to slide up Sandbar's shaft. "Eight. Seven. Six." As she reached the top, Pacific Glow moved down to lick his balls and perineum. "Five. Four. Three." Cozy placed her crotch on the tip of Sandbar's dick and pushed down with her wings. "Two. One!" With a loud moan, she speared her pussy on his flaring head, apparently unable to go any deeper. "Why don't you tell the Guard you came inside a little filly, you foalfucking pervert?" she cried out, as her orgasm splashed over his groin.
He couldn't take it anymore. Between the tightness of Cozy's hole, her juices on his shaft, and Pacific Glow working his balls, it was all too much for him. He thrust upwards on pure instinct, threw his head back, moaned loudly, and felt his cum begin to flow up through his cock.
With a maniacal cackle, Cozy fluttered away, leaving him to cum in the empty air. Pacific Glow stood up, climbed over him and took his whole length in her pussy in a single motion, milking the last few shots. His cock felt so good it almost hurt. Then the mare left too, and he was left sweaty and panting on the ground, his cock slowly deflating, his crotch soaked in juices.
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Spike stepped into the room, half running, half just casually jogging in. "Are you alright?" he asked, more resignation than worry in his tone. He'd heard sounds from the other room, and what seemed like muffled calls for help, and he was expecting to find Twilight having gotten her dumb self into some predicament or other, as per her weekly habit.
And indeed, there she was. Or at least some of her. Most of her was hidden from view by the chimney, which she'd seemingly tried to insert herself into. Her fat ass, unfortunately for her, had evidently prevented her from actually going all the way through. It appeared to have left her lodged in there, stuck and unable to move. "Oh, Spike!" she called. "Help me, I'm stuck!"
Spike put a hand to his face and sighed. "I noticed," he said. "Why are you stuck?" As he asked that, though, he got closer. Twilight's ass, fat enough to get her lodged in there, was admittedly a rather nice thing to look at. His cock began to harden, slipping out from beneath his scales, and he licked his lips as he stepped closer to her, ogling her curves barely covered by her skirt.
"Well, I got curious, you see?" Twilight started to explain. "I wanted to see if it's actually possible for someone to go up and down a chimney. But now I'm stuck!" She wiggled around, making her ass jiggle but not doing anything to actually get her out of there.
Spike sighed. He placed himself behind Twilight, one hand on her hips while the other hooked around her panties. "Don't worry, Twi. I'll help you." He pulled her panties down and out of the way, pulled out Twilight's buttplug, and eyed his erect cock as he lined it up with her asshole. He'd realised about five seconds after walking in that Twilight was perfectly capable of just teleporting herself out of her predicament. If she didn't, either she knew she could and was just asking for him to take her, or she had legitimately forgotten, something he couldn't rule out given her track record, in which case she was enough of a dumb bimbo to deserve what was coming to her. She'd almost certainly enjoy it anyway.
"Oh, thank you Spiiii-" Twilight's words devolved into a moan as Spike slid his cock in her ass. "What- What are you- doing, Spike?" she asked between pants.
"I'm pushing you out," he explained. Stuck as she was, he simply had to move his hips back and forth for his cock to slide in and out of her. While he was at it, he spanked her ass as well. It was rather nice, all in all. Not the first time he'd fucked her ass, but there was something nice about her being firmly held in place like that. They'd have to do it again at some point.
Twilight's mouth only let out a series of moans at that point. She wasn't actually sure Spike was helping in any way, but she wasn't really in a state capable of caring. Not with her ass getting split like that anyway. For the time being, she chose to simply enjoy things.
Author's Note
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Apple Beating
Shining stared at her, then threw a glace down the corridor. Cadance still wasn't back, and all the others were with her. He couldn't really risk getting Applejack to notice Twilight's current state, which would be hard walking that way. He usually preferred to have things taken care of a different way, but maybe a change of pace wouldn't be so bad.
With a flick of his magic he burnt away all his clothes and Applejack's, save for her Element and her hat. He thought the hat looked cute on her. He did burn the hairbands on her mane and tail though, letting the former splay out over her shoulders. His cock sprung up at full mast and he took another step forward.
Applejack took a step back, dumbfounded, looking first at him and then at herself before finally realising what was going on. She would have covered herself and asked what the hay he was thinking, but the look in Shining's eyes told her everything she needed to know. He was between her and the door, and so she turned the other way and booked it.
She did not get far. "Wrong move," Shining growled. His magic snapped at her hooves and bound them together, making her fall to the floor and then dragging her towards him. He stood over her as she turned. "You mares are all so stupid."
Applejack tried to hold herself from being dragged, but her fingers found no purchase on the smooth crystal floor. Seeing him standing over her, she realised there was only one option left. She muttered to herself, "Forgive me, Twi." Flexing her muscled thighs and thick legs, she snapped the magical restraint Shining had placed her in and delivered a kick aimed straight at his crotch.
Shining flinched, and took a half step back. His eyes blazed with rage. "You bitch!" His horn lit again and Applejack's entire body was wrapped up in his magic as he lifted her up. She tried to flex her limbs and break free, but could only squirm within the unyielding grasp of his empowered magic. "Learn your fucking place, cunt!" he screamed in her face as he grabbed her neck with a hand and started to choke her.
Applejack tried and tried, but she could not break free. Her lungs burned as her breathing was denied. Suddenly, Shining tossed her on the ground, slamming her back against the floor and knocking off her hat. Her back hurt, but she was free. Before she could kick again though, he was on top of her, pushing her legs up against her shoulders and pinning her down. Applejack tried to get him off, pushing with her legs and with her arms and punching against his chest and his face, but it was like he didn't even feel any of it.
Shining laughed at her as he bent her legs farther, hands on the inside of her knees, and lined himself up. Without waiting any further, once the tip of his cock found the entrance to her pussy he arched his back and then slammed forward into her.
To Applejack it felt as if he'd knocked the air out of her lungs worse than when he'd slammed her on the ground. She'd never felt anything that big there. She'd never felt so full. She still tried to put up a fight, but her efforts grew sluggish and weak. It was hard for her to focus, hard to think when faced with the sheer length and girth filling her up. Her vision grew unfocused as he started to thrust into her.
And then Shining kissed her. She felt his tongue ram deep past her lips, finding her own and pressing into it and twisting around it. She felt him asserting his dominance there as her body still failed to fully process the massive size ramming in and out of her. Her vision was full of Shining's mane and the bright, glowing blue ceiling. Her efforts grew weaker and weaker, and finally stopped.
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All for One
Shining sat naked on his bed, reading a book, while on the floor at the foot of the bed Cadance moaned and whimpered and twitched as her womb was filled over and over. The introduction of her special magical fuckable toys had been an absolute success, but perhaps even too much of one. And not because it had left her a constantly cumming mess unable to properly function. Maybe due to just how fuckable her cunt was, maybe because the thought of fucking royalty was particularly arousing, males in the Empire seemed more interested in fucking their toys than their mares. Sex between couples dwindled, single colts and stallions didn't look for a partner as much.
So, Shining had thought of a solution. And maybe things weren't actually as bad as he'd presented them, but Cadance had been in no condition to realise that or think it through properly. It was a miracle she'd even been able to cast the spell successfully in her state, all things considered. But it wasn't surprising that she'd agreed to his plan, with how fried her brain was from constant orgasming it was only natural she'd immediately follow through with his idea.
Feeling his cock twitch and begin to harden again, Shining smiled and pulled out his new toy. It was a fairly fancier looking version of the standard one Cadance had distributed, and fairly bigger too to properly accommodate his size. Slowly he lined up the entrance with the tip of his almost fully erect shaft, and just as slowly he began to slide it down his length. It was always amazing, the most pleasurable sensation his cock had ever known.
Just outside the room, a mare moaned. Shining stood up from the bed, still holding on the toy, and walked up to the door. He opened it and looked out, sliding his cock in and out of the hole. There on the ground was a maid, panting and sweating, trying to take off her clothes to reach her breasts. He stared down at her, shamelessly fucking the toy, watching delighted as she twitched in pleasure with every thrust. She wasn't the only one, as more and more moans echoed throughout the building.
Still smiling to himself, picking up the rhythm at which he slid the toy around his fully erect cock as he got more into it, he headed for the window instead. If every stallion in the Empire got access to the princess's vagina, it was only right for him, the prince, to have access to every mare's. Maybe he'd change his title, actually. Cadance was clearly out of commission on the ruling front, and King Shining did have a nice ring to it.
He watched out of the window as every mare in the streets had her pussy stuffed full by his massive cock. Some shakily tried to walk home and be quiet, others openly moaned and let themselves fall to the ground. He could feel every one of their pussies around his cock, all at the same time. He had no idea how, but he didn't really care. He felt good, they clearly loved it too, and everyone in the Empire was happy either fucking Cadance's pussy or having their pussy fucked by him. A great way for things to be, he thought.
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Toxic Love
"Uh... Apple Bloom?" asked Sweetie Belle, her worry poorly masking her arousal. "We're still going to cure them of the effects, r-right?"
A little farther ahead from the bush the CMC were hiding in, and right in the middle of one of Ponyville's squares where everyone could see them, Big McIntosh, drunk on the love potion Apple Bloom had given him without his consent, was senselessly pounding a just as inebriated Cheerilee. By her moans and pleads for him to keep going, and by the puddle she had leaked and continued to onto the ground, it was rather evident that she was enjoying herself. Not surprising given the magical drugs in her system, but evident. Extremely evident, as some of the other Ponyville residents took notice of. Some with impossible to hide erections growing or thighs wetting at the sight, others looking more embarrassed than aroused but nevertheless not diverting their attention.
Apple Bloom didn't immediately answer. She was busy trying to match Cheerilee's output by toying with her own snatch. She was not succeeding, but she was still trying her hardest. Scootaloo was similarly busy, but she did appear to have enough mental presence to at least acknowledge Sweetie's question. "I don't think him fucking her like that was part of the plan either, I'm not sure we can back down now." By her tone, however, it was abundantly clear she didn't mind the way things had turned out.
Sweetie Belle, scrunching her blushing face and feeling her nethers begin to drip as well at the shameless display in front of them, tried to get Apple Bloom's attention once more. "Apple Bloom?" she loudly called, not caring about them being spotted. "What are we gonna do?"
Finally noticing her and giving her a dazed look, Apple Bloom thought about it for a moment as she focused back on her brother pounding into their teacher. "I should make more of that potion," she said after a bit of consideration. "I know Big Mac, he doesn't get tired easily. I don't think Cheerilee is going to be enough for him, he'll need to fuck at least another couple of girls and have them looking after him."
"A-Are you sure that's a good idea?" Sweetie Belle asked, finally giving in to herself and beginning to masturbate too. "What if someone doesn't want to? I mean, I'm not sure Cheerilee wanted this either, but at least she was looking for a stallion before and she seemed to be into him."
"Well I do want him," Apple Bloom said. "He can fuck this pussy any moment. I'll have to take the potion too so I feel as good as Miss Cheerilee does. And then he can fuck Applejack."
"Applejack?" Sweetie Belle asked, confused but nevertheless aroused by the possibility. "Are you sure she'll be okay with it?"
"Well, she's always okay with helping Mac with something hard." Apple Bloom bit her lip as she moaned. "And the potion will take care of the rest. We'll see if there's someone else he wants to take in after that, too."
Sweetie Belle just nodded at that, a little dazed, and chose to focus instead on the display in front of them.
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Four-Way Date
Dim light from the scented red candles burning in the middle of the table, mixed in with the warm glow of the lanterns hanging from above, illuminated the confines of the private booth the four mares occupied. Lyra and Bon Bon had just gotten there, planning to have some small talk with the other couple and decide how to spend the rest of their double date.
Or at least, that had been their plan. It seemed talks wouldn't happen, however. Vinyl was as silent as ever, her mouth never opening. Octavia did open her mouth, but not to speak. She was instead busy slobbering over her marefriend's cock, gagging on it and licking up and down its length without even paying any attention to the other couple there.
Lyra was left to wonder why Bonnie had dragged her there, or even agreed to the date in the first place. Truth be told she was getting a little uncomfortable, sitting there while one mare choked on cock and the other just stared at her through glasses she refused to take off even inside. And they were both barely covered, not that it would have been easy to cover Vinyl's cock with how big it was when standing erect. But really, things weren't working out. Maybe it was better to just leave.
Lyra looked around for Bon Bon. They would politely excuse themselves, maybe make up some reason to leave or maybe simply say they didn't want to be there. For some reason, even though she knew Vinyl's behaviour was more than indecent, Lyra didn't find it in her to actually say anything bad to her or tell anyone else. It wasn't her business what she and her girlfriend got up to after all. Besides, she was a talented musician, as the song playing over the speakers proved. It was her work, and it had a quaint, dazzling rhythm to it.
Lyra shook herself. She'd gotten distracted again, between the song and the wet sounds of Octavia's throat around Vinyl's cock. Where was Bon Bon? She'd been sitting next to her just a moment before. She looked around more, and finally spotted her. She was right in front of her. Specifically, on Vinyl's side opposite Octavia, her huge tits wrapped around the length of Vinyl's cock while the other earth pony focused on slathering the tip.
Lyra felt confused. Like she was supposed to be reacting differently. Bon Bon cheating on her was bad, but it wasn't so bad in that situation, right? She looked up to see Vinyl smiling at her, and barely noticed the glowing horn above those purple glasses as its light spread towards her. Everything went bright for a moment. Then her vision was filled by the wonderful sight of Vinyl's nutsack, as she dutifully lapped at her Mistress's balls while fingering her own pussy. They tensed and throbbed, and spurts of cum began to shoot out of Vinyl's magnificent cock. Up into Octavia's mouth, down onto Bon Bon's tits, and dripping onto Lyra's face, delicious cum falling down on them all. The unicorn's three slaves couldn't have been happier than that.
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(Not) Mind Controlled
The wet sounds of Cadance's pussy sliding up and down Sombra's massive shaft and the heavy slaps of her huge, naked breasts swinging as she impaled herself on it filled the Crystal Empire's throne room, alongside the alicorn's whorish moans. Kneeling on the ground in front of the throne, bound by chains and deprived of his magic, Shining Armor watched his wife spear herself on his enemy's cock over and over.
Cadance looked down at him, while her nethers leaked arousal all over Sombra's thighs and the throne beneath them. "I'm sorry, Shiny," she managed to say between moans. She clutched her massive breasts with her hands and twisted her nipples between her fingers. "His power is too strong! I can't resist it, my body is acting by itself! I don't want this, he's controlling me!"
Behind her, Sombra chuckled. He lazily thrust his hips up and down just a little, sliding his exceptionally big shaft through the welcoming confines of Cadance's sopping wet pussy. "You flatter me," he said as Cadance moaned, "but my powers are not yet replenished enough to dominate an alicorn's mind or body." Looking at Shining too, he said, "I have no hand in this, this is all your wife's doing."
"No!" Cadance's word came carried by a wail of pleasure. "He lies. I cannot control myself, he has me under his spell." Her body kept on rising and falling around the pillar of flesh spreading her insides, and her sex kept pouring out arousal over Sombra's dick like water from a broken faucet. "Please, believe me. I would never do this! I love you, Shining, only you, I would never let another ravage me this way!" She bit her tongue to suppress a loud moan.
"He has tainted me with his magic, altered my mind," she continued. "How else could I experience such pleasure at his hands? How else could I find myself acting like such a harlot in front of my one true love?" She threw back her head and screamed in pleasure, digging her fingers into her breasts as her thighs quivered and her nethers gushed arousal over her legs. "There is no other explanation, Shining. How else could I possibly feel so much pleasure if not as the result of his perverted, brain-warping powers?"
Sombra, at least, certainly didn't seem to mind the eagerness with which the alicorn bounced up and down his cock, nor the tightness of her insides around his massive girth. He even stretched his hands forward to play with her breasts, themselves bigger than the whole of her chest and definitely fit with more than enough space for both his hands and Cadance's. "Why not just admit that I'm better than he could ever be?" he said to her.
"No!" Cadance yelled, though it was hard to tell her words apart from moans at that point. "No, I swear it, Shining! It's his magic! His powers making me feel so good, so fucking good! Ah!" She came again, and her eyes almost rolled back into her head. "He has enthralled my mind," she said in a breathy, hoarse tone. "There is no other explanation. No other explanation for how else I can feel this good! I am sorry, Shining, I cannot resist it. His powers, the pleasure they give me, I cannot fight back! Ah!" One more time she came, and still Sombra kept thrusting into her as Shining watched.
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(Un)Reasonable Complaint
"Yes?"
The mare stepped forward slightly, meekly drawing circles on the ground with her hoof and averting her gaze from Luna's body on the throne. Mostly because of the fact that the alicorn was naked, and also because of the oversized dildo resting with it base on her throne's seat and the rest of its length inside her pussy. The fact that the guards standing at attention to the sides of the room were also all naked, and sporting erections even bigger than that dildo, did not help matters in the least. "It's about my husband," the mare weakly said. She fidgeted with her hands over her flat chest, nervously waiting for an answer.
"What about him?" Luna asked, sliding herself up and down the silver dildo spreading her cunt and absentmindedly playing with her huge tits. "Is he suffering from nightmares of some kind?"
"No, actually." The mare bit her lower lip for a moment. "You see, Your Highness, my husband, he happens to be part of your personal guard. Your private guard, the one stationed in this room." She stammered over her words a little, but eventually got everything out.
"Is he unhappy with his position?" Luna asked. "Does he, like, wish he got to fuck me more often or something? Have I not made his dick big enough?" Her nether leaked over her throne, and her nipples hardened between her fingers. She beckoned with a nod, and a guard from her side came towards her. She bent down, and began to suckle on his magically enlarged penis with her engorged lips.
The mare went red in the face, and it took a moment for her to speak up again, after a few false starts. "That is exactly the problem, actually, Your Majesty. The size of his dick. Not that he doesn't enjoy his time with you, and I am honoured you chose him, but, well..." She trailed off a little, blushed even harder as she heard Luna start to take the dick in her throat, and finally managed to speak again. "You see, he greatly enjoys his time as a member of your guard, however the tool you have provided him with to satisfy you is simply... It is simply too big for a mere mortal like me to take, Your Highness." She looked at the ground, heart pounding in her chest. "If you could, just for a while of course, return it to its original size, so we could enjoy some intimacy together. That's what I'm here to ask."
"So he's like, too big for you right now?" Luna asked, taking her mouth off the cock she was sucking. "That's, like, easy to fix and stuff." Light formed around her horn, then shot towards the mare.
She didn't get time to question why she was being hit by magic, rather than her husband. Moments later her clothes began to rip apart, but she found herself unable to care. It just felt way too good, as her body adjusted to proportions almost comparable to Luna's. Huge tits, wide hips, and lips meant to suck dick.
A cock as big as those Luna was riding slid effortlessly into her new pussy, and pleasure flared so bright in her mind it felt like her brain was turning to mush. Was it even actually her husband fucking her, or just another guard? She didn't really care, and he probably didn't either. He'd have her all to himself once they were done using her there, and in the meantime he had Luna there as well. Coming to the Princess for help had been the best decision the mare had ever made.
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Just a Test
Gallus wasn't gay. Totally not. He was just curious. That was what he told himself going in. It made sense. Every other one of his friends had become Sandbar's partner, part of what was a harem in all but name, and they couldn't shut up about how amazing his dick was and about how great it was to be fucked by him and serving him and this and that. Gallus was just curious to see if that was true.
He made it clear with Sandbar as well, as he walked into his room. It was just a test to see if he really was as good as everyone said. He was surprised to see Smolder was there as well, and even more surprised to see her naked, passed out on the couch, with her pussy leaking. Gallus took his eyes off of her, and instead focused on Sandbar. He wasn't sure which part to focus on. The smug grin on the stallion's face or the bulge by his leg, stretching his pants.
"Well?" Sandbar asked in a teasing tone, amused.
Gallus swallowed. "Right." He dropped his pants, then did the same with his panties. He only didn't wear boxers because he couldn't find ones wide enough for his hips. It wasn't weird.
Sandbar did the same. His cock sprung up, covering the distance between them and touching the tip of Gallus's much, much smaller one. Sandbar grinned. Gallus muttered something about feline anatomy. Sandbar kept on smugly smiling. "Well?" he asked again. "Are you getting on your knees or do I need to push you there?"
Gallus shivered. So did his dick, but he hoped it was too small for that to be noticed. Reluctantly, but not without some excitement, he slowly sunk to his knees and turned around, presenting his large ass to Sandbar and curving his spine to push it out. He'd already cleaned and prepared himself, of course. Just because he wanted to test things properly, of course.
Sandbar grinned wider, and a more sinister edge entered his face now that Gallus couldn't see it. He leaned forward and bent down his knees as well. First, he slowly spread Gallus's wide asscheeks and simply slid his cock lengthwise between them. He had to admit the griffon had one of the best asses he'd ever seen, only second to Yona's. Then, feeling Gallus shiver beneath his hands, he drew back and slammed forward into his ass without warning.
Stars blew up in Gallus's mind as he was penetrated, and kept doing so as Sandbar began to violently thrust in and out of him. His thoughts tumbled over each other before he could latch on to any one of them, and his arms gave out, his face fell to the floor. His eyes rolled back and his tongue lolled out of his beak, his breath grew quick and shallow and moans slipped from his throat. Sandbar roughly spanked his ass and Gallus came, his tiny dick twitched and began to spurt over the carpet. Sandbar had only just begun with him. By the end of it, Gallus would say that he'd found the stallion so good, even above the praise his partners sang, that he saw no reason not to join them in serving him. It felt so good after all, why care about anything else?
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Mid-Flight Upgrade
Rainbow tried to advert her eyes from her flying companion, which actually made flying straight and in coordination with him rather hard. Almost as hard as his inconstant pace and trajectory did, though it was hard to blame him for that given his situation. What wasn't hard to blame him for was the fact that he'd chosen to go flying with his mare still stuck on his cock. One of his mares at least. Former Captain of the Wonderbolts Spitfire had Soarin''s dick firmly lodged up her throat, and was at that very moment upside down and pressed against his body, her legs wrapped around his neck.
Soarin' himself was at once flying and thrusting into her, which of course resulted in him being neigh impossible to follow properly in synchronised flying. Of course, though, him being the Captain meant no one could possibly criticise him for that. Him being the Captain also meant Rainbow couldn't just up and leave, especially not when her presence had been specifically requested. Not that she was honestly sure she actually wanted to leave. Still, her discomfort had to be evident, as stopping his thrusts for a moment Soarin' asked, "Is everything okay?"
Rainbow's first instinct was to look away, but as that almost made her bump into the two of them she looked back to him. "No," she said. "No, everything is not okay."
"Wish you were the one getting fucked instead?"
Rainbow bit her tongue hearing that. "What? What makes you say that?"
Soarin' looked at the damp spot on her uniform's crotch, and at the trail of wetness she was practically leaking through the sky. "Just a feeling." He resumed his thrusting and watched as that made Rainbow's thighs quiver.
Rainbow pouted and crossed her arms. She tried to look away again, and again she was forced to right herself in the air as a result. It was incredible how only that seemed to give her any problems, and not the way her own body was twitching with unconcealed arousal.
Soarin' looked still at her. Her pulled Spitfire's hands away from his lower back and spread her legs open around his neck, and let her slide off his dick to fall through the air and catch herself. He then raised an eyebrow, and pointed with an open palm at his twitching, unattended cock, and at his huge balls hanging below it.
Rainbow looked at it, then at Soarin''s face, then back to his cock. It took her less than a couple of seconds to decide. She tore off her flying suit and planted her wet cunt on his dick, grabbing his back with her hands and wrapping her legs around his.
Soarin' smiled and began to thrust in her, and the mare began to moan and incoherently babble, all semblance of proper sentences and words abandoning her lips. Soarin' patted her mane, then he kept on flying his laps. "I'll get all the paperwork sorted when we're done here," he said. "Out Wonderbolt trainee, in Wonderbolt Captain fucktoy."
Rainbow's brain was too scrambled to understand a word of that, which really meant she was more than happy with their meaning.
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Trust Misplaced
"You wanted to see me?"
Cadance held the door to her bedchamber open, looking out from it to the changeling standing on the other side. She was still a little uneasy around him, having welcomed him only that afternoon after Barb had convinced them all to give him a chance, but she was trying her best.
Thorax meekly nodded. "Yes, your highness." His body twitched a little, head nodding forward. "May I come in?" he asked, nervous. His tone shook about as much as he did, and he looked really worried about something.
Cadance hesitated, then nodded. She had to give him a chance. Shutting him off like that wouldn't do, he'd be hurt by it, especially after what had happened that day. "Sure. Come in." She stepped back and aside, inviting him to walk forward with a sweep of her arm.
Thorax shakily stepped in, and waited for Cadance to close the door behind him. He was wearing a dress that looked a little like a tunic, a loose fitting thing he'd probably borrowed from Barb. Even like that, some parts of his changeling anatomy still stood evident in odd places. Cadance tried not to look that way, it wouldn't seem appropriate. "Thank you," he said, having calmed down a little.
"What is it, then?" Cadance herself wore an elegant night gown, elaborate enough to pass as a proper dress. It was late at night and she'd been preparing to sleep before a guard had come to tell her the changeling wished to see her. Her wife was still busy talking with Twilight as far as she knew, and she was perfectly okay letting the two sisters catch up with each other and stay up together.
Thorax turned towards her. There was a strange, powerful green glow in his eyes. Before she could speak, Cadance found his hand was around her neck, pushing her against the door. Something else was preventing her from speaking, too, like a mental block. She felt light-headed, confused. "You shouldn't have let your guard down," Thorax said. His tone was suddenly firm, his attitude commanding, his posture confident and imposing. "On your knees."
Losing control of herself, Cadance dropped down, face to face with the changeling's crotch. Something stirred behind the cloth. His clothes were pushed aside as four thick, glowing appendages reached out to her, a cross between horsecocks and tentacles. "Open your mouth," she heard from above, and her mouth opened. Her eyes focused fully on the green glow of the changeling's cocks, and her thoughts began to melt completely.
One appendage slid into her mouth, then deep into her throat, thrusting slowly in and out of her. Another came to rest over her eyes, filling her vision completely in a green glow that bore into her brain. The other two reached each to a different side of her head, to her ears, and began to thrust into them.
Acting without thinking, the alicorn shed her nightgown and began to play with her breasts and wet cunt. Thorax stood satisfied above her. First the dragon and then the princess. Next would be Gleaming and Twilight. Soon the whole Empire would be his, and then all of Equestria would follow along.
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How to Treat Your Relatives
Applejack practically barged into the room, hands planted on her wide hips as she stood in the doorframe. "Hey, missy!" she barked towards the mare lying naked on a bed that wasn't hers. "A little birdie told me that you've been up to some pretty nasty things towards my sister. What do you have to say for yourself about it?"
"Oh, yeah?" Babs began to lazily turn around. "What kind of things?" She spun fully and sat up, and in doing so exposed her long, thick, still flaccid cock to the other mare. Applejack froze at the sight, and slightly trembled before getting herself under control. Babs took notice of that, and a grin spread on her lips.
"Well..." Applejack caught herself staring at Babs's cock, and drooling. She closed her mouth and forced herself to look at her eyes instead. "I was told that you have been bu-" She sputtered and came to a halt as her eyes, having caught hints of motion, had lowered themselves once more to Babs's cock and seen it swell and harden as the girl stroked it.
"What was that?" Babs spoke in a mocking tone. "I didn't catch it." She stroked herself to full mast, leaning back to give Applejack a proper show of the underside of her tall shaft. Applejack was speechless, her knees weak, unable to tear her gaze away. A drop of pre left the tip of Babs's dick and she followed it with her gaze all the way down the throbbing length, to her heavy balls resting on the bed. Applejack was distantly aware of drool rolling down her chin. Babs's voice cut through the air like a knife. "Strip."
It was a command, and Applejack fell to her knees under its weight. Her hands went to her blouse and all but tore it off her chest, then her belt came undone and her jeans shorts, as she was already on her knees, she simply tore in two. Her heart was beating fast and everything other than the dick in front of her was blurry in her vision.
"More, you worthless cunt." Babs began to smear pre all over her shaft as she began to leak more intensely. Applejack obeyed, unable to stop herself. Her bra fell off, then her panties, already drenched, snapped under her rough tugging. Babs laughed at her. "What a stupid cockbrained slut," she mocked her. She stood, and walked, and all the while Applejack's entire attention was zeroed in on her thick cock. When Babs slammed it on her face, her mind went blank and she drenched the pavement.
Then Babs pulled it back, and Applejack regained some semblance of awareness. "Tell you what." The voice may as well have been coming directly from inside her head, and given its owner was attached to the object of her utmost worship its words may as well have been her thoughts. "You give me ownership of yourself, your sister, and this stupid ass farm, and I fuck that ass of yours stupid. Deal?"
Applejack did think about it. Not enough for any clock to measure it, but she did. And the answer she came to was a clear, uncontested yes. She crawled forward, nodding her agreement as her thoughts were far too full of lust for words, and then she turned around, exposed her fat ass to her cousin, and let her mind go blank again as Babs's long, thick, warm, magnificent cock came to rest between her asscheeks.
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Fuckmare Night
Nightmare Night in Ponyville was always a sight to behold. The decorations, the candy, and most of all the costumes. There were silly ones, historical ones, horrifying ones, simple and complex, new and traditional. And then there was Pinkie.
For more than a few years by that point, there had been an ongoing trend with her outfits. An ongoing and worsening trend that was going so far everyone had started taking notice of it, and some were thinking of taking action against it. Her costumes were... Revealing wasn't the right word. Rarity's outfits were revealing, but for all her faults that mare still had some measure. Pinkie's costumes were sexualised, and they were getting worse.
And that year she seemed to have dropped all pretenses and gone for a purely sexual outfit passing as a costume rather than the other way around. If she'd been able to speak, she'd have told anyone asking that she was dressed as a BDSM slave, but the red plastic ball gag in her mouth made that impossible. Not that anyone had any doubt when her would be costume was a set of black leather straps over her body, black latex boots and gloves, and black pasties over her nipples. She wasn't even wearing panties, her nethers only hidden by the way she kept her legs while walking.
She knocked on a door with one of her gloved hands, holding her pumpkin-shaped candy bucket in the other. It opened a moment later. She attempted the traditional Nightmare Night greeting, but it came out muffled and unintelligible through her gag. Then a hand yanked her inside by her arm and closed the door behind her.
"Hey, guys!" Thunderlane called out as he pushed a completely unresistant Pinkie over the couch's backrest. "One of the hookers we ordered is here."
"Sweet!" some other male voice answered from the next room over. "You have a go at her, I'll finish mixing booze."
Thunderlane was already on it before the other had even started saying that. He spread Pinkie's asscheeks and thighs with his hands and leaned down to look at her leaking pussy. "Damn, girl, you were out there like this?" He spanked her ass and dropped his pants, lining up his erection. "Do I need a rubber or are you sorted for tonight?"
Pinkie's response was wrapping her tail around his hips and pulling him in, and he didn't waste a second before begging to thrust in and out of her, grabbing hold of her mane with a hand and resting the other on her hips while he moved his back and forth.
Pinkie moaned into her gag and began to gyrate her backside to accompany the stallion's thrusts. It was about damn time someone got the memo and started using her, she'd really thought it would have happened two Nightmare Nights sooner. Evidently ponies weren't the brightest. At least that one was thick where it mattered, and hopefully his friend was too. Finally she'd get to enjoy Nightmare Night the way she wanted to. Maybe she'd be able to visit some other house too once they were done there.
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Teamwork
"So how did the match go?" Sunburst asked. "I'm sorry I had to miss it."
"It went great," Sandbar answered. "Though this is the best part, of course."
Smolder's reply was a series of gargling noises as she choked around the older stallion's cock, her throat completely stuffed with his meat. Spit and pre streamed down her face, carrying her makeup with them and giving her a properly glazed, slutty look. She was on her back, wearing her cheerleader outfit and nothing else and wearing it in such a way that it covered nothing of her slutty proportions, the fabric crumpled from all the rough handling the girl was undergoing.
Sunburst had his hands around her throat and was thrusting in and out of her. Sandbar was pummeling her pussy and holding onto her thick wide thighs, while her tail wrapped around one of his legs and invited him in. On top of her, Ocellus had her cock in between the dragoness's huge exposed tits, and while thrusting between them she was roughly kneading and spanking them and sadistically twisting her classmate's nipples. It was Smolder's turn to be the postgame fuck, and the changeling was going to enjoy using her as hard as she could.
Gallus was underneath Smolder, balls deep in her ass and thrusting in and out of it, and clawing at her asscheeks with his talons leaving reddened streaks on the dragon's behind and making her scream and choke around the cock in her throat. Smolder's hands were wrapped around the shafts of two more students who she eagerly jerked off, waiting for the moment they would bust a nut over her and cover her body in cum.
Sunburst came first though. He held on tighter around her throat as he did, pumping the dragon's stomach full of cum enough to make it bulge a little and pressing his balls against her nose, feeling some of his seed drip out of it as he came in her. Finally he pulled back, and he delivered a backhanded slap to Smolder's face to make sure she didn't pass out. "I'll see you in class," he told the other students, walking away.
Smolder didn't get to breathe for long however. The moment Sunburst walked away, another stallion grabbed hold of her head and began to use her throat like a toy, smashing her face into his crotch over and over. On the opposite side, Sandbar finally came, noticeably bloating Smolder's womb and sending an electric orgasm through the dragon that kept her awake despite the rough skullfucking she was receiving.
As he too pulled out and walked away, another cock slid into the cheerleader-turned-fucktoy. It was her job to make sure the whole team was in a good mood after all. Though it looked more like she was caring for the whole school at that point. On top of her, Ocellus finally came, covering the slut's cleavage and face with her cum and roughly pinching her nipples and huge tits with hands turned claws. Once satisfied she stepped off of her. "Make sure you treat these girls rough," she said to the one taking her place on the titfuck spot, delivering a hard and loud blow against Smolder's rack that made her body jerk and left a red imprint there. "See you later, cunt," she said towards the half-conscious bimbo as she walked away.
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Selfseat
Twilight sat in the throne room. No one besides Twilight was there, and things were mostly quiet, save for a low wet sound coming from between the throne's surface and Twilight's behind. "How are you down there? Comfortable? Still able to breathe?"
The human turned pony Twilight's response was an unintelligible moan, which told the alicorn Twilight all she needed to know. She only really cared about the last question, and if her self from beyond the mirror could moan like that then she still had enough air to breathe. It was pointless to ask about how she was doing, the answer was obvious.
Twilight, the alicorn, shifted her hips a little, and ground her ass into the other Twilight's face. "Make sure you work that tongue," she said, not that she needed to. The once human Twilight wasn't in any state to do anything but what she'd been asked to, and what she'd been asked to was worshipping her dimensional twin's backside and pussy with her mouth.
Though 'asked' wasn't really the right term for what was going on with them. If Princess Twilight had to be honest, 'commanded' would have been a more accurate term. Gingerly she lifted her backside to have a new look at the unicorn's face.
Human Twilight's eyes were two swirling pools of lavender light, spirals spinning where her irises should have been. As the other Twilight lifted her rump, her tongue kept lapping the air for a moment, trying to reach higher. Then she spoke in a hollow, unfocused tone. "Please let me worship you, Mistress. Please sit on my face. Please put me in my place and let me service your pussy and ass. I am inferior and you are the better Twilight. Please let me worship you, Mistress." She went on and on, droning like she'd been conditioned to without moving or doing anything else.
"Yeah. That's what I thought." The alicorn sat back down, and after a moment the unicorn was lapping at her marehood again. Twilight sat on her other self for a while longer, occasionally shifting this way and that to feel Twilight's unicorn muzzle press into a different spot. She was starting to heat up at her inferior double's ministrations, though she wasn't quite close to climax yet.
An idea came to her and a mischievous smirk crossed her face. With a flick of her horn, she undid for a moment the spell she'd place on human Twilight's mind. In an instant the dutiful, mechanical lapping sounds turned to stunned silence, confused whimpers, and terrified squeals. Unicorn Twilight writhed beneath the alicorn, hitting her nethers in new and exciting ways. Of course, she did not think to or try to use magic to free herself. "All the more reason why I'm the better Twi," Princess Twilight commented, pressing down harder on the other's face.
Her horn lit again, her spell ensnared the other's mind again, and soon the room was back to being filled by the quiet sounds of the less worthy Twilight pleasuring the better one with mindless conviction and mechanical motions.
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Contains: Luna; anthro; ass expansion, public exposure, wardrobe malfunctioning
Full Moon
"I'm so happy you agreed to come," Celestia chirped as she walked down the busy streets of Manehattan. Her hooves clicked against the ground, and bags full of clothes hang from both of her hands. She wore a simple white dress, leaving more than a bit of her cleavage exposed.
Luna huffed at her side. She wore a black T-shirt and a pair of tight dark blue jeans, outlining the curves of her ass. "It's no big deal, sister." She too held a paper store bag in one of her hands, though far less full than the other's.
"I know you'd much rather be sleeping," Celestia replied.
"I think you're the one who might need sleep, those pants you tried to get me to buy were way too large. Are you sure you didn't stay up partying too long last night?" asked Luna with a giggle.
Celestia giggled back, an odd edge to her voice.
A subtle sound, like fabric tearing, barely audible. Luna stopped.
"Is everything alright, sister?"
"I... think so?" The alicorn wiggled in place for a moment. "I felt something odd. Must have imagined it." She started walking again.
Celestia waited for her sister to reach and pass her, then followed behind. From her position, Luna couldn't see her horn as it lit up again. She was more subtle this time, going slower with the spell.
"Are ponies looking at me, sister?" asked Luna after a while.
Celestia's eyes remained glued to the other's slowly expanding ass, the same ass gathering the stares of all the ponies walking by them. "I believe they are, Luna. Don't give it any mind. They're probably still getting used to the whole no longer Princesses deal, and they saw you so rarely before anyway."
"Sister?" Luna's steps were becoming stilted, a bit awkward. "Did you do something to my pants without telling me?"
The white alicorn bit down on her lip for a moment to stop a moan at the sight of the taut fabric in front of her. Thanks Harmony she was carrying bags, or she would have been grinding her cunt with her hands and not just with her magic. "I did not. Perhaps they are just old," she half-lied, while the sound of tearing began to echo once more from Luna's behind. Deciding she couldn't hold on any longer, she knocked Luna's bag out of her hands with a spell.
The gasp the blue alicorn let out was close to a moan. Her backside was on fire, and it felt so tight in her jeans. It was starting to drive her nuts, and she was already wet from the stimulation. Absent-mindedly, she curved down to grab back her bag.
As Luna bent at the waist, Celestia unleashed her magic in full. There was a loud rip, almost loud enough to cover Luna's lustful cry of pleasure, as the fabric of her pants was torn asunder and the full, massive naked size of her inflated ass came out into the air.
Everyone turned towards the alicorn.
Luna remained curved forward, moaning as the burning in her fat buttocks shot sparks of searing hot pleasure into her brain.
Placing her own bags in the hold of her magic, Celestia stepped forward, and delivered a powerful slap to her sister's ass. The alicorn's flesh rippled with the strength of the blow, jiggling and reddening where she'd been struck, and arousal sprayed from between Luna's thighs as she came under the tide of added stimulation.
Celestia simply walked away, one hand jammed beneath her clothes and onto her crotch, leaving the other in the middle of the road, with her fat ass stuck out in the air, moaning and drooling and dripping from her sex.
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Contains: Sci-Twi, Sugarcoat; futa, oral, magical dick, sex, enhanced lust
Sugarcock
The gargling sounds of Twilight's chocked sputters resonated in the dark room, as Sugarcoat thrust her dick in and out of the purple-skinned girl. Roughly yanking at Twilight's hair, she kept bringing her old classmate's face onto her crotch, panting and sweating. Her clothes were a mess, and so were Twilight's.
Suddenly, her breath caught in her throat, and she brought both hands to Twilight's head. She held her pinned down, meanwhile biting her lips to choke the moan rising from her throat, while her cock throbbed and spurted ropes of magic cum into the other's stomach.
Then she let go of Twilight, and pulled back, resting against the metal locker used for storing the lab's more delicate equipment. "We should stop now. We should actually focus on trying to figure this out." As they should have from the beginning.
After getting a dick through a magic spark, Twilight had been Sugarcoat's first plan. If there was anyone who could help figuring things out, it was Crystal Prep's former best student. Unfortunately, as Sugarcoat herself had noticed, her new appendage wasn't the only side effect of the energy she'd been exposed to.
She'd already fucked Lemon Zest in the morning, shortly after her discovery, and banged Indigo Zap not too long after. Not only had her lust been heightened and rendered practically insatiable, the mere sight of her new equipment seemed to send other girls into a frenzy. She'd hoped Twilight would have been able to fight it off, but what had started as a visual inspection had soo devolved in a taste test, and spiraled down from there.
"I..." Twilight's breath was heavy, her skin flushed and her eyes glazed. Her glasses lay on the ground, and her bra had been unclasped at some point. "Let me just..." Almost without thinking, she brought her hands to her skirt and pulled down, then pulled her sticky panties aside to reveal her dripping sex.
"Twilight-" Sugarcoat's voice caught in her throat as the smell of Twilight's arousal hit her nose. Her eyes focused on the girl spreading her legs on the ground before her, and her mind fogged over as she sunk to her knees and plunged her cock into the other's sex.
