Author's Note

I'd like to think the pacing and flow is a lot better in this chapter. Smut heavy, however.

If you're wondering, the design of the mares takes inspiration from the banner mares which showed up for a total of ~5 seconds as Twilight Sparkle got her wings, and from Trash Anon's OC Epithumia.

2 : Good Day Sunshine

Amaranthine slowly but steadily returned to the world of the living, huddling into the warm, squishy softness surrounding her left and right, and barely even questioning where she'd ended up. Maybe she should just stay like this, keep her eyes closed and rest a little bit longer...

Hngf. She felt drowsy. Her arms felt heavy, her legs even heavier, and she still felt the immeasurable strain that had been put onto her throat just hours (?) earlier. Still, she felt better than she thought. Relaxed. Calm. Warm. A bit fuzzy inside, a tingling sensation that reminded her that the world she’d waken up in today was drastically different from the one she’d waken up in yesterday. Her thoughts were slow and sluggish, but not slow and sluggish enough to wonder if all of what had just happened to her had been a mere dream.

Wait. Her brows furrowed a little. “Just”? For all she knew she’d just slept two full weeks. She did feel rested. Surprisingly so. Not even her belly hurt, as if she hadn’t been stuffed chock-full with Celestia’s semen… In fact, she wasn’t sure if… Huh. She barely felt any heavier, nor did her gut feel particularly strained.

Clarity returned to her to sleep-dizzy head, and that foggy drowsiness slowly pulled away like a veil being lifted.

Ama realized two things.

First of all, this was not a pillow she was huddling into. The unmistakable tiny tuft of soft chest fluff brushing against her muzzle, and the warmth of two heavy orbs encompassing her face from both sides made it more than obvious that she was busy gently nuzzling into a (rather well endowed) mare’s chest. Even more concerning was the warmth pressing, rocking into her from behind. She felt someone’s slowly paced, warm breath tingle against her neck.

Second of all, she was half-hard and her cock was steadily getting more erect with every second that passed. It felt sensitive. So sensitive as if she’d been teased and denied several times over, and was now merely waiting for the chance to pump its thick, sperm-packed load into a pretty mare’s womb. She felt the distinctive sensation of a bead of precum rolling down the length of her shaft. As heavy and full as her balls felt, it wouldn’t surprise her if she’d just slept an entire week, really. She was still waym way too cozy to really think about the how and why, so maybe she should just stay right where she was...

Mhfm. This was fine. Soft, cozy, warm. Somewhere deep in the back of her head a voice insisted she should probably figure out where she was, but right now all she knew was that, clearly, whoever she was huddling up against didn’t mind that she used her breasts for comfort. Mhf.

But it wasn’t to be. As suddenly a hand gently wrapped around the base of her cock, Amaranthine let out a loud, high-pitched squeak. Fuck. She heard a mare giggling next to her.

She managed to avoid going into panic mode, even now that she’d been caught, while a mare was slowly, gently pumping her cock. Hff… It was so tempting to just rock, thrust into the motions…

“Wakey wakey, sleepy head~”

Amaranthine grumbled a little in response, digging herself even deeper into the other mare’s breasts, before finally letting out a tiny sigh. She pulled away, and rolled over onto her own back. She blinked a few times as she adjusted to the light, stretching her arms over a long, drawn out yawn.

Above her, a crimson red sky made out of velvet, with golden decorations stitched into it. Tiny golden stars, a copy of the night sky made out of velvet and gold. Surprisingly detailed, too. The room seemed to be lit by a fireplace, which provided a soothing crackling and dunked the furniture into a flickering orange tint.

Her shaft pulsed a little. The one mare in front of her hadn’t missed a beat gently working her hand up and down her cock, her fingers by now slick with precum. Now that Amaranthine finally seemed awake, her digits danced up along its veiny length one last time, before the smirking mare brought them to her own mouth and began to lick them clean, looking right into Amaranthine's eyes with a deep, knowing smile. The flustered bat pony felt the heat rush to her cheeks, and broke eye contact. Sweet fuck, Celestia really knew how to choose her mares.

Maybe now was a good time to figure out where she was.

Amaranthine straightened up a little to get a better view of her surroundings. Impressive, large room to say the least. The massive canopy bed could belong to no other than Princess Celestia herself, its immense size left no doubt whatsoever in that regard.

As for the four gorgeous mares surrounding her, two at her sides, one on her knees in front of her, and a third one sprawling on the bed like a kitten, tail flicking a little as she watched her… they belonged to Celestia too, she guessed. They had to. All four of them snow-white and wearing just as much as on the days they’d been born, save for some golden jewelry coupled with golden make-up. Their wavey, long manes looked well-kempt.

She was staring, blatantly, as they just regarded her with perfect, playful smiles. Something about them made her lips go dry, even though they stared at her as if they were just waiting for the right time to pounce.

Then Ama blinked.

Wait. Her semen-swollen belly really was gone, and that wasn’t all. She was practically littered with lipstick marks. There was a trail of golden kiss marks, starting at her left lower leg, slowly working its way upwards. Each mark decreased in intensity, until a new layer was applied half-way up her thigh. A few inches further the trail lost itself, merging with so many other lipstick marks that it was impossible to tell where it had ended.

The mares’ lipstick had looked slightly used up, and the bat slowly made the connection. She’d just woken up, but her hard, pre-gushing horsecock had been peppered with so many kisses that they blended into each other, which didn’t make counting them any easier. The natural ebony shade of her shaft was fighting a losing battle against an overwhelming gold-glittery tide. She could barely make out a few rings of gold where certain plump-lipped mares had competed to take Amaranthine’s shaft down her throat.

They hadn’t been shy with pampering her with kisses above the waistline either. She counted at least a dozen of them leading up to her breasts, and even now her own, studded nipples were engorged and practically golden with smudged make-up. She instinctively reached for her face, and then looked at her hand. Smears of gold. Her face hadn’t been spared either.

The bat pony felt as if she’d just slept through the best orgy of her life.

“Mhmf… Don’t you worry, we’ve still got a lot of time today.” The mare’s lips curled up to a smirk. “A lot of time to milk you for every last drop until you squirm and squeal, and beg us to stop, ‘stud’.” Considering what had happened between her and Celestia, the last word seemed almost like a taunt.

“H-hey, don’t I get a say in thi---”

The mare had leaned closer, and her index finger rested on Amaranthine’s pouting lips.

“No, you don’t.”

As if she had seen right through the bat’s attempt to save any semblance of dignity. The truth was, those words alone had been enough to send a needy shiver down her spine. Fuck. Celestia had dragged her submissive side to the surface, and now it patently refused to go back into hiding.

The finger remained until she responded with a slow nod.

“That’s a good girl.”

Hhhhnngffff… Her dick twitched a little. The mare’s smirk grew slightly wider. She knew. She knew exactly what she was doing. A few moments later she pulled away, giving Amaranthine a bit more space to breathe, and time to consider her situation.

Where all that bloated, cum-swollen heft had been remained little more than a small, cute pudge. It wasn’t the tight, near-perfect abs she was used to sporting, and she wasn’t sure if she should be concerned about that. If Celestia’s seed was nutritious and copious enough to slightly chub up her belly, then she didn’t want to know how she’d look like on a diet of the stuff. But even then, there was no fucking way she’d digested all of that. No, they had to have… drained her, somehow? The nagging question how sprung up in her head and refused to leave. Maybe just with… magic? Sweet Celestia, she sure hoped that this was just a tricky spell, but… Amaranthine gulped a little as she felt up her belly and stared at the coy, playful smile adorning the girl kneeling on the bed.

The mare extended her tongue. Long and slippery, its tip dangled all the way down below her chin. Amaranthine could barely make out the piercing before it retreated into its mouth. “If you’re wondering… Yes. This thing has seen every little inch and crevice of your body at this point.”

Amaranthine shuddered a little.

“And I would do it again~” That still didn’t answer the question of how they had emptied her belly. Maybe a tricky teleportation spell, or one to accelerate digestion, or just one mare kissing her, one down below, and some pressure applied to her belly… She shuddered again. She was not sure if she really wanted to know. Celestia’s semen was plentiful, but far too precious for them to waste, that much was clear.

The mare in front of her crawled closer, and claimed her place on Amaranthine’s thighs, pinning her into place with the weight. The girls left and right gently hugged into her sides, too. It would’ve been a little alarming, but after her encounter with Princess Celestia herself, Amaranthine knew better than to resist.

The mare’s silky fur was milk-white, in contrast to the blonde, billowing mane which surrounded her head like a halo. A small amount of make-up framed her eyes, just barely providing a golden glitter. Her irides matched the gold of her plump, puckered lips. Lipstick. Almost a little glittery. It would’ve looked cheap, if it didn’t provide a perfect contrast to the white of her skin.

A slender, long neck adorned with a collar fashioned from solid metal, and words imprinted onto it… Was that Latin? She could barely make out individual words, let alone read anything with letters disappearing behind the mare’s neck.

Her arms were long, and a few golden bracelets rested just below her dainty hands. Neatly-cut, golden fingernails that seemed to exist just to dig into your back during long hours of hard, passionate sex, to pull you close against her body as you pin her into the sheets, and mating-press her deep into the wee hours of the morning. Amaranthine’s dick twitched helplessly, drooling slimy pre onto the covers.

The mare’s immense, perfect breasts looked just as enticing as every other square inch of her body. The sheer size of these things looked back-pain inducing, but they retained their firmness, and each breath the mare took made them heave, swaying a little with each of her movements, as if they just waited to be wrapped around a certain bat pony’s fat dick. Each of her pink, puffy nipples was pierced with golden studs.

Slim belly, thick thighs, built like a pretty, gorgeous doll entirely for Celestia’s pleasure, and… to be bred. Her entire body screamed ‘broodmare’, even though she didn’t have a belly bump, nor did any of her friends. The thoughts made Ama’s cock shudder, as if she wasn't already horny enough. It was very difficult to notice that, if the mare had sat down just three inches closer to her, Ama’s cock would be grinding right against the opening of her womb, and maybe even fill Celestia’s loyal servant with a bat pony bastard child…

A chill rushed down her spine. Celestia wouldn’t want that, right? She couldn’t possibly… Or maybe… She gulped. Her ‘career’ as Celestia’s plaything would be short-lived if she bred one of the shestallion’s own broodmares, surely.

Then again, she somehow doubted that they would even let her, if that wasn’t exactly what Celestia wanted. Hell, maybe they had some golden condoms floating around here, or magical contraception, or…

“Hmf. Do you plan to keep teasing her, or…?” The voice from the right interrupted Ama’s groggy musings.

The mare on top of Amaranthine answered. “Oh, don’t you worry about that, I’m sure our pretty bat pony ‘stallion’ has enough seed saved up for all of us… And I wouldn’t dare to waste a singly, tiny drop of her produce~” She licked her lips.

“...As long as she doesn’t blow her load across the covers, you mean?” From her left. The girl giggled, then leaned closer against Amaranthine to gently nibble one of her ears. “Mff… You’re not scared, aren’t you? Oh, don’t you worry, all we need is a few tiny drops of that thick, sperm-packed bat pony semen, and you’ll be more than happy to let us milk you again, and again, and again, isn’t that right, stud~?”

Amaranthine probably would’ve slapped herself if she’d seen the dizzy, docile look on her own face, staring up at the mare as if this was her first time. All she managed was some weak stammering.

“U-uhm… S-sweet Celestia, yes please…” The mare just smirked, and Amaranthine followed up with a tentative “W-who are you, anyway…?”

Silence. The thick-thighed cutie on top of her had grabbed a lipstick and puckered her soft, squishy lips to apply another shiny, glittery layer of golden goodness. The one in the back followed suit, before crawling closer.

Puckering her lips one last time, the mare finally returned her attention to Amaranthine and leaned over her, pressing her back into the pillows. Her heavy breasts swayed just inches from Amaranthine’s face, big enough to nearly brush against her own, but the bat pony’s nervously darting eyes were fully drawn to her face.

“H-hey, you heard my question, r-right? Aren’t you going to--- Mhmffm!”

The mare had leaned in and pressed her lips against Ama’s. Soft. Warm. A fuzzy, pleasant tingling sensation. Their tits squished together, and she could feel how a hand gently stroked through her mane, toying with one of her ears. She felt a tongue probe against her lips. Ama’s resistance faltered, her lips parted, and just one moment later the mare was greedily, happily frenching her, pressing her spit-slimy tongue right against Amaranthine’s.

The kiss ended faster than she’d hoped, but the fuzzy tingling sensation in her lips stayed, before rapidly growing worse, and spreading through her veins with every little throb of her heart. Warmth. A tidal wave of heat which rushed into her belly, and then spread into every single limb. Butterflies in her stomach. Amaranthine’s dick twitched, precum pumping from her flare in copious quantities, dribbling down the entire length of her rock-hard bat pony cock while Ama slightly bucked her hips into the motions, grinding it against the mare’s belly as it begged for stimulation.

“Good girl. Just give in to the heat. It will feel good. So very good. You’ll be a mewling, panting, and twitching mess of a mare as we milk your cock, and then...” She grinned, her finger gently stroking below Ama’s chin. “...You will see.”

She leaned closer, and placed a second kiss right on Ama’s forehead, then lowered herself, pressed her lips against her victim’s neck and sucked, nibbled at her flesh. More lipstick smears, possibly a hickey too.

Amaranthine whined a little, biting down on her lower lip as she stared up.

“P-please… I need to...”

The mare cooed and lowered herself as she spoke until she was right between Ama’s legs, the throbbing bat pony prick pumping out copious amounts of pre right in front of her. One other mare was right next to her. “You need to what? Say it. Tell us just how much those balls of yours ache, and I might just… mff… help you empty them.”

The warmth of her breath washing against her flare seemed nearly enough to set her off. Amaranthine’s arms fought against the mares at her side, making two vain attempts to reach for her own shaft and finish herself off, even as she already whimpered, begging them just like the head mare had commanded.

“P-please, I n-need to… I need to c-cum… I… S-sweet Celestia, you are s-so fucking hot, I want to… I need to… f-fuck you? P-please? Hrnff… w-why do I feel so warm, why are my balls feel so f-fucking full… A-anything, I just want to… I need to--- Eeek!”

“Cum for us.”

A pair of plump, golden lips placed another hefty lipstick mark right at Ama’s flare. A rush of heat filled her entire shaft just in time to greet the hand wrapped around its base, her flare thickened up considerably, her balls churned out another wad of thick, slimy batpony cum, and Amaranthine’s moaning turned into a girly, cute squeak as she practically exploded.

The two mares’ mouths were wide open as they milked Amaranthine’s throbbing cock for every single strand of jizz her balls were willing to provide. One hand slowly stroked up and down the thick beast of a dick, while the other gently squeezed, teased Ama’s nuts, neither missing a beat even as a rope of seed smacked right across the mare's face. Then a second one.

And all the while Amaranthine’s mind was flooded with sheer, overwhelming pleasure. Nothing like the ‘warm tingle’ she’d felt just moments earlier, more like a pure fucking wildfire which burned down her rational thoughts, the flames already greedily licking at what little willpower and pride remained. Her chest was heaving to suck in the oxygen needed to fuel all that lust, sweat dripped from her forehead, and the batpony bitch already felt dizzy-headed, transformed into a panting, twitching mess as she pumped out the last few strands of jizz.

F-Fuck.

She felt so fucking drained, this might have been the best orgasm of her life, but---

Before the drooling bat’s dick had any chance to even return to a half-hard state, the harem mares interrupted her thoughts and descended on her like a pack of hungry wolves. Her right arm regained its freedom, but merely since the mare who’d restrained it with her weight was already climbing on top of her chest. There was a haughty grin adorning her lips that would’ve made Ama scared even if she didn’t have to deal with four of them at once.

The mare was turning around on top of her, blonde tail proudly flicking against Ama’s muzzle as it hiked higher into the air. The bat pony scarcely got a chance to process what was happening. One moment that fertile, gorgeous mare’s fat, gropeable ass was swaying in front of her, and then it was already slowly lowered onto her face with full intent of putting the bat’s tongue to use.

“Mff… I hope this isn’t the first time you’re eating ass, hun. Certainly won’t be the last time. You’re awfully cute, I’m not letting that muzzle go to waste… Now, you better stop being shy and get to work. I wanna feel that tongue deep inside my pucker--- Hnnff… Celestia yes, that’s a strong start...”

Amaranthine had already wriggled her long, skilled tongue up against the mare’s puffy, doughnut-shaped asshole, while fighting a losing battle against the broodmare’s child-giving hips and ass. Not much of a fight, more an attempt to keep her composure as the immense weight pressed her deeper and deeper into the pillows, surrounded from all sides by warm, squishy softness, and the heady scent of musk. There was something undeniable fertile about the scent filling her nostrils, feminine and sweet, at least as far as the heady scent of sweat went, as well as a steady, almost throbbing undercurrent of Celestia’s pungent musk. Marked as the sun goddess’ eternal property.

By the time Amaranthine had managed to wriggle her second arm into freedom, the mare was rocking on top of her, grinding that puffy ponut right against the bat’s ass, as Ama struggled to keep control over her wriggling, hard-working tongue, dragging it in steady, firm circles across the mare’s pucker. Down below two of the mares worked hard to push her balls to peak productivity, tongues slowly dragging from the musky cleft of her balls to the tip, just slow enough to keep her right on the edge. Each ascent brought with it another lipstick mark, either on her balls, shaft or flare, and with it the familiar rush of heat and fuzziness.

The fourth mare had grabbed a tube of lipstick and brandished it like a pen, drawing strange symbols and splotches across Amaranthine’s skin, but in the deluge of pleasure this went near-unnoticed by the shemare. Nor did she have any chance to see that this lipstick was a deep black, unlike the shimmering gold of the others. Runes drawn onto each of Ama’s heaving breasts, then slowly trailing down towards her cock, her thighs… She’d find out soon enough.

All that powerful heat was building up, flowing, and slowly pushing her hard, throbbing cock to its limit, and producing adorable little whines from Amaranthine whenever her tongue wasn’t deep up a certain someone’s fat, squishy ass. With the weight pressing down on her she could barely move, barely even rock her hips, labored breaths drawing in nothing but musk-laden, hot air. Throb. The wriggling of her tongue became more erratic, desperate, then missed every second or third beat as the sloppy double blowjob brought her to the brink of a second orgasm, and then kept her there for several agonizing, long seconds.

Time stretched, Ama felt nothing but warm breath wash over her flare, before finally hearing a voice.

“Cum for me.”

Throb. Spurts of thick, slimy cum burst from her flare as Amaranthine heaved and strained against the mass of two mares pinning her down, bucking into the empty air until finally, after what felt like ages, a pair of lips wrapped itself around her cock and obediently guzzled pint after pint of steaming-hot batpony jizz. A tongue swirled around her overly sensitive flare, keeping the bat pony right where they wanted her: Pleasure and lust drilling into her little head to eradicate all bad, pesky thoughts and turn her into the drooling, empty-headed slut they wanted her to be.

By the time the fat-assed bitch that’d been riding her face got up, the bat pony’s cock was down to a mere trickle of slimy semen. Her lungs filled with not-quite-as musk-laden air. Ama struggled to gather her thoughts, pulling herself up from the batpony-shaped dent in the pillows. The mare that’d been adorning her body with runes had by now moved on to her thick thighs, and soon to her arms, gently pinning them against the sheets whenever it was necessary to produce a straight, dark line standing out against the gold-splotched grey of her fur.

Amaranthine blinked. Before she had any chance to protest, the mare had gently pushed her right back into the pillows, straddling Ama’s thighs while gently adding two more symbols to her forehead, and then one right to her cheek.

“Good girl. Don’t resist. Don’t think. We’ll show you the way. You’ll become one of Celestia’s playthings… A dim-witted, happy bimbo-cow who’ll moo and worship our goddess with all her heart.” Gentle, warm cooing. Before Amaranthine’s post-orgasm dizzy head really grasped what was going to happen, the mare applied a thick layer of black lipstick before pressing her luscious lips against the bat pony’s. Mwah.~

The runes drawn across her body seemed to pulse with heat, and for just a moment Amaranthine’s fate flashed in front of her eyes.

Reduced to a docile, musk-huffing slut. Nothing but an empty, lust-broken vessel that’d accept her new purpose so eagerly they wouldn’t even have to push her. Her new fate as Celestia’s cute, docile cow. Heavy, milky tits, a pair of dull, adorable horns that’d make perfect handlebars when Celestia fucked her into oblivion, and even a cute, golden ring right through her nose to top it all off.

She had never stood a chance. Not against Princess Celestia, and not even against those four loyal, devoted vixens whose sole purpose was to dominate her, and drain those hefty, fat balls of their copious load, grinding down her resistance one messy cumshot at a time, only to leave her hornier and needier than before.

Even the prominent sensation of magic digging into her body, penetrating her flesh to slowly and steadily turn her from a proud, muscular and amazonian bat bitch into a docile, cumslutting cow wasn’t enough to shake her lust-drunk self out of its stupor. The black-lipped mare frenching with her had a tight grip on Amaranthine’s mane, now slowly pulling her up while her tongue invaded her mouth.

Amaranthine followed. Obediently. Like a docile, servile bitch. One hand wrapped around her mane, another wrapped around her throbbing, cum-drooling horsecock, and her body littered with golden lipstick marks and faintly glowing runes. A mare behind her, fingers digging into and massaging her tits to encourage them to produce the creamy, sweet milk Celestia desired.

They guided her as if she was mere cattle, one from behind, one from the front, and within a matter of seconds Amaranthine was on all fours, her legs spread. Her dick twitched, and smacked against her belly. Precum dripped onto the sheets. She had her tail hiked, and every inch of her body quivered with excitement, begging to be milked, drained, again, and again, and again.

“P-please...”

She did not have to ask twice.

A mare hugged her from behind, gently massaging her breasts while whispering obscenities into her ear, reminding her that it was just a matter of time until these would be nothing but a pair of milk-bloated, swollen udders and she’d need a milking machine just to keep them properly drained. A second mare spread the cowbitch’s cheeks, dragged her tongue across her taint and then started to eat her ass, while Ama whimpered and panted, nuzzling into a soft pair of breasts. A hand was stroking through her mane.

“That’s a good cow.”

A hand had wrapped around her shaft, milking it slowly and steadily. Throb. She knew she wasn’t going to last long. Not with some mare tongue-punching her prostate with domineering strength. No, it was merely a matter of a few pathetic minutes until she was about to hit the peak, and...

“Go on. Blow your load, cow. Cum for us.”

The words filled her ears, giving her barely enough time to bleak a “Y-Yesss, m-miss!” before, once again ropes of thick, virile semen were pumping from her used, abused cock, and splattering right into a bucket, while a hand slowly, gently milked her.

She didn’t respond. Couldn’t respond while engaging in sloppy, messy kisses, but even if it hadn’t been for that. Her mind had turned into mush, drinking up words that hammered down her status, her fate as Celestia’s bitch, bimbo, cow, slut, without mustering any serious amount of resistance.

No, Amaranthine lost herself in the motions, surrounded by the steady, stroking warmth of several hands, doting kisses and the heady, pungent scent of sweat, practically drowning in a sea of gentle, yet forceful affections. Time passed, but it sure is awfully difficult to even tell how much while you’re whimpering and drooling, entirely at someone’s mercy, and blowing one steaming, thick load after the other.

She noticed, but barely really comprehended that a rope was being wrapped around her wrists, tying them together and forcing them up towards the canopy. Defenseless. Helpless. Onto her knees, with her legs spread and her fat, twitching horsecock drooling into a bucket in front of her. Two mares were suckling at her heavy, squishy tits as if trying to draw milk from them, gently teasing her sensitive flesh with their teeth.

Two more between her legs, one greedily sucking one of the bat’s swollen nuts into her mouth, and the last one slowly, steadily pumping her cock, her dainty fingers barely managing to fully wrap around its girth.

She barely lasted another minute of steady milking, then she was squealing and moaning again, bucking her hips into the motion as the well-positioned bucket was filled with several more steady, thick ropes of her slimy semen. The entire room was filled with her cute, high-pitched noises, as every rope of jizz pumped from her dick brought her closer to her fate as Celestia’s devoted cow. Cum-cow? Milk-cow? Either. Hardly a minute passed without one of her merciless captors hammering obscene words into her skull, steadily reminding her of her place. Her duty. Her role as submissive, drooling bimbo, who only existed to be milked and serve her superiors. Superiors, whose greedy hands had explored every single inch of her body, and accentuated every single taunt by digging their fingers into her heaving, fat tits, or by slowly stroking and milking her cock.

Even now as her struggling, abused horsecock was pumping out a few last ropes of semen, they kept on teasing her.

“Who’s a good little cow? You. Who’s going to beg to suck the princess’ perfect, divine horsecock? Who’s going to spitshine every single inch of her sweaty balls? You. Who’s going to be Celestia’s dumb, drooling mooslut bimbo~? You.”

Pure aphrodisiac. Words tailored to make her squirm, whispered into her ears just as the powerful twitching of her cock faded, and she merely dribbled, gushed a steady rill of slimy semen. How? Whatever tricks they used, they’d gotten her hard again, and again, no matter how exhausted she felt.

And by now Amaranthine felt that she’d reached her breaking point. The girls had shifted positions, one of of them pressing her tits into Ama’s back, arms wrapped around the bat bitch’s body to dig into and massage her udders, while two other girls started to lick each other clean. The last one was between her legs, wrapped her lips around Ama’s sensitive, far too fucking sensitive cockhead, and got to work before the bat had any chance to ask for a break.

Her dull eyes had trouble to focus on the blackboard standing to the bed’s side, needing several attempts to comprehend the chalk-lines which counted the number of times they’d pushed her right above the peak. Five, six, seven… She whimpered, feeling the gentle, demanding grip of a throat around her overwrought cock. That tongue swirling around her flare, the golden eyes staring up at her from a face that was by now covered with golden kiss-marks, her own breath a ragged collection of wheezes and pants. How was she even still hard? Her heart pumped, twitched, and her hips rocked, instinctively thrust into the motions, even though her muscles were as sore as after several hours of backbreaking labor.

Her gaze returned to the blackboard, then wandered further. For a few moments she was mindlessly staring into the distance, then her eyes managed to focus.

She swallowed, fixated on the mirror in front of her and struggling to accept the obscene caricature of her former self looking right back at her with a docile, dim-witted and shocked look on her face.

Tits. The first thing that stood out were her breasts, glistening with sweat, spit and smeared lipstick as the pace of her breath quickened. Her immense, wobbling breasts utterly dominated the poor batpony bitch’s chest, jiggling and heaving with every tiny movement, and firmly putting her in the top percentile of the bustiest mares in Equestria. Each light-grey orb had largely retained its firmness so far, but was already visibly sagging lower with the growing burden of creamy, delicious milk, and as if that wasn’t already enough to mark her as a top-heavy cow, bore several adorable, dark splotches. Just like the rest of her body, at this point.

Her nipples had swollen and thickened, growing accordingly to accommodate the sheer, sweater dominating size of the mare’s absurd, cow-shaming udders. Amaranthine flinched as the word rushed through her mind, but the tension rapidly dissolved into acceptance. Udders. There was no other way to call… these things, which looked as if they’d been torn straight out of a porn-magazine, and just begged to be wrapped around the single most important cock Equestria, that is, around Celestia’s glorious, beastly scepter.

And it certainly didn’t help that one of her tormentors was diligently massaging and teasing them from behind, her arms wrapped around the batpony’s body as if to hug her while whispering naughty, obscene words into her ears. The harem mare’s hands were near entirely swallowed by the sheer amount of squishy, kneadable titmeat on display, just barely managing to heft them at all.

“Aren’t you a good girl? You’ll make… mf… Mommy Celestia so, so proud with how much milk you will produce for her. Won’t you give us a little taste?”

Squeeze.

The mare knew exactly what she was doing, and the grip of her fingers pressured exactly the right spots to cause creamy beads of milk to gush from the cow-mare’s hefty udders. As the treat dribbled from her cleavage, the girl between her legs released Amaranthine’s cock, and took it upon her to drag her tongue from the shemare’s belly-button to one of her nipples, taking it into her mouth and suckling.

Amaranthine whimpered pathetically. A few seconds without a tight, warm hole wrapped around her girth, still painfully hard and leaking precum. She looked down, and could see the splotches on her cock. In the mirror even her own balls looked heavier, fuller, more productive. Her member twitched. Were they actually going to hook her up to a milking machine after this? Something about the idea made her shudder. Happily.

Less than a minute later, and her tormentor was right back between her legs and dutifully deepthroating every single inch of twitching, throbbing horsecock Amaranthine had to offer, pushing her closer to release, while the batpony shestud took those moments to “admire” herself in the mirror with a mixture of lust, shock, servitude, concern, and religious devotion.

The runes at her forehead had given way to a set of dull, cute horns pushing forth from her skull, and her desire to touch them was instantly repressed by her restrained wrists. Outside of that, most changes seemed… subtle. She looked thicker, sturdier, and all-around as if she’d gained a little weight. No small amount of squishy belly-pudge, and plump, strong thighs. Splotches of black were littered across her body, still slowly getting darker and bigger.

Her daydreaming was cut short by a taunting, sultry voice.

“Cow.”

Amaranthine tensed up, her cock throbbed instinctively. She knew what was coming. It was too early, wasn’t it? She’d barely even had a chance to recover from the last time. Harder. Faster. Every single load coming more readily than the previous one, her body obeying with such ease that it was almost scary.

“You want to blow a fat load of cum right down my throat, don’t you, you dim-witted, cow-titted bimbo?”

Her chest was heaving, sweat running down her belly and forehead as she stared down at the mare who’d spoken. One hand cupping her balls, the other slowly jerking her off. Amaranthine wasn’t sure if she truly wanted to at this point. So much. So often. How. Every inch of her sore, overwrought body screamed for a break, but her cock twitched, shuddered and throbbed, ready to pump out another steaming-hot rope of slimy, thick cum the instant one of her tormentors demanded it.

“I-I am not s-sur---” The mare behind her bit, gently chewed one of Amaranthine’s ears, shutting her up.

“Let me say that again. Good cows want to blow a fat load of cum right down my throat. You are a good cow, aren’t you, you docile, panting bitch?”

The fingers wrapped around her girth stroked all that pesky, remaining doubt out of her, and all Amaranthine could do was trying to do.

“Say it. Who’s a good cow?”

“Hnff… I-I’m a good cow…!”

“Yes, yes you are. That’s what you are. A cow. A slutty, dim-witted toy whose only purpose is to provide milk, amuse us, and worship every single inch of our Goddess’ divine horsecock. Isn’t that right, mooslut~?”

The cow whimpered eagerly, her tongue lolling from her mouth as she thrust into the dominant mare’s hand. She shouldn’t do this, she really, really shouldn’t give in like this, but it just felt so fucking good. Every little word was like aphrodisiac for her soul. She didn’t need to be strong. Maybe all she wanted to be was a docile, happy cum-cow. If that would be even half as pleasurable as this, she just wouldn’t fucking care. Spit was dripping from her chin. Her messy mane had fallen over her eyes, and her movements were almost erratic, instinctual like those of an animal in heat. She was just waiting for the command.

“Now. Be a docile, dumb cow and cum.”

She came. Again. For the eight time, reduced to more and more of a broken, pleasure-wrecked mess who barely comprehended words if they weren’t an order to blow her load. At her left, another gorgeous mare, her body covered with golden lipstick smears and marks, leaning in for a kiss. Then a second hungry smooch, while the girl down below sucked her off, slowly draining her swollen, pent-up balls for every tiny drip of virile bat pony jizz they still had to offer. Amaranthine’s legs where trembling erratically as she lapped at the kissing mare’s face and tongue, practically dragging her tongue across her cheeks and lips. More of an excited animal, rocking into the motions, shuddering, having lost any resemblance of elegance.

“Good bitch.” Whispered into her ears. Ama cooed happily.

The cow was still pumping out wads of semen, at a decreasing rate, her cock struggling to remain even half-hard even as gentle, steady strokes encouraged it to release every little drip of slimy, thick cum her nuts had to offer. Sweat was streaming down her body, and if it weren’t for the restraints still tying her hands to the canopy above her, she would’ve already collapsed.

“Now. Again.”

Amaranthine squeaked. There was no way she coul---

“Cum for us. Be a good cow. Another thick, steaming load of your jizz, mooslut. Now.”

Ama’s eyes rolled back in her head as her body obeyed, half-hard, broken and sore with exhaustion, but desperate to please anyone who knew how to say the right words. That half-hard, shuddering horsecock trembled, and pumped out another wad of thick, fresh cum, trickling and gushing from her flare, while the mare it was attached to lost any feeling of time and space. A few long, bliss-filled seconds of humping and panting, before the comedown of the orgasm-high claimed her body, and she practically passed out.

All that was left was a near-hollow, broken husk of a cow-mare dangling there with the tight ropes, and the gentle grip of a few hands being the only thing holding her up.

Then even those restraints loosened, her wrists were freed, and Amaranthine collapsed forward into a drooling, pleasure-wrecked puddle. Limbs trembling, her half-lidded, hollow gaze lingering for a few seconds. Then her eyes closed, four happy, gorgeous mares still staring down at her trembling, exhausted shell.

She’d get a little rest. For now. They would gather everything that was needed, and prepare her for her goddess. After all, no cow was complete without an appropriate outfit befitting her docile mindset and thick figure. A collar with a bell, a cowprint outfit, maybe even a golden ring right through the nose, or a cattle mark for her ear…

With how knocked out she was, they had more than enough time.

As she returned to the world of the living, Amaranthine’s pleasure-flooded brain felt as if it had been dunked into a whole world of pink, fluffy softness. She still felt every little touch, fingers stroking across her skin, lips, tongues, but the part of her mind supposed to understand what was happening only registered the world through a barrier of thought-dulling softness. Despite the warm, all-encompassing heat she still felt goosebumps riding up along her spineas the gentle hands of a mare slightly adjusted the position of her head to guide a strip of leather around her neck.

For just a moment a tiny warning light was blinking in the back of her head, barely noticeable in her fluffy, squishy and pleasure-flooded wrecked brain… but even as the clasp of the collar closed behind her neck her flight-instinct struggled to see anything wrong with what was going on. She had known that this was going to happen. She blinked slowly, staring into the distance, and then closed her eyes again, just taking these precious moments to relax. Mhmf…

She didn’t know how long she had been out, but at least she managed to form slow, sluggish thoughts. A nice change from the hard, relentless torrent of pleasure pouring into her skull.

She was a good cow, wasn’t she? Mf. As far as thoughts went, this was a new one.

How long had she even been here? Two hours? Three? Four? She didn’t even remember if she’d been told how long they would keep her, or… hnggf… she wasn’t even sure if her overwhelmed dopamine receptors still had enough energy left to make her care about any of that. There wasn’t a single square inch of her body without spit or sweat clinging to it, and the entire room was ripe with the pungent, overpowering scent of naked, musky bodies grinding against each other. Her nostrils flared to take it all in, drool dribbling from her lips.

Sniff. Sniff. Her muzzle twitched a little as a sharper scent cut through the smell of musky, used-up air. Pungent. Amaranthine grumbled, but slowly opened her eyes.

“Here’s your reward, cow. Good cows need to eat from time to time. We wouldn’t want you to be hungry when our Goddess comes to claim you.”

In front of her dangled a finger-thick strand of pearl-white semen. Of course it had to be jizz, and not just anyone’s thick, sloppy goop either. It was viscous, dense and slimy enough to cling to a mare’s finger without any risk of tearing apart, and it almost seemed to glimmer with an innate light and warmth. Ama hesitated for a moment, and then stretched and pushed closer, stare glued to the strand of Celestia’s divine semen. Her eyes glazed over as the salty, virile taste filled her mouth. The stringy rope of jizz was dense enough she could play with it in her mouth, grind her tongue into it as it dissolved in her spit. She swallowed, smacked her lips, staring up with a glimmer in her eyes. M-more?

The second strand of jizz already dangled in front of her, a good two feet away and higher.

Amaranthine grunted and lifted herself up, hands digging into the sheets to lift her ‘enhanced’ body up until she was on all fours. Massive udders heavy enough to just barely brush against the fabric below. A bell dangling from her collar.

Before she’d managed to take her chance, the girl extended her free hand and placed her left index finger right on Amaranthine’s muzzle and pushed her back a little. She didn’t have to put any strength into the gesture, the cow’s body obeyed naturally and near instantly, even with the addictive strand of jizz dangling just inches in front of her face.

“Ah, ah, ah...”

The mare in front of her had been sitting cross-legged, and as Ama now saw, was apparently holding a whole chalice filled to the brim with the virile, pungent treat in her lap. Still, as Ama saw her lift her right hand up to her face and she casually sucked her fingers clean until not a single trace of Celestia’s slimy semen was left, she couldn’t help it and let out a pathetic, hungry whine.

“Mf. Sounds a lot like Celestia’s dumb, cum-thirsty cow bimbo is getting a little hungry… Beg me for it.”

Ama’s cheeks flushed at the words, shudders rushing down her spine. She hesitated, and felt her stomach grumble in anticipation, drool gathering in her mouth.

“P-please? I want it.”

The mare casually dipped her index finger into the chalice, swirling it around in the gunky, pungent mass, and then pulled it out. A strand of cum was wrapped around her finger.

“You want what?”

“...Hrf, y-you know what I---” Seeing her cock a brow and lift the finger to her mouth, Ama reconsidered.

“C-cum. I need it. I want to d-drink Celestia’s… Celestia’s cum! Please! Don’t tease me like that! I’m… hrff, I will do whatever you want, just stop playing with me!”

The mare seemed pleased. “We will see about that. Why do you want it?” The mare continued after a short pause. “You want it since you’re Celestia’s devoted, sweat-sucking cow. Her toy. Her plaything. She’ll say a word, and you’ll be there to impale yourself on her cock like the devoted, cum-hungry bimbo you are,” she cooed. “Now say it.”

Amaranthine flinched at the words.

“I’m nothing but Celestia’s… nf… devoted, sweat-sucking c-cow?” Spoken like a question whose answer she already knew, but was afraid to admit. Hesitation, then resumption. “I’m her toy. I’m her plaything. W-whenever she says the word, I will be there to r-ride, or suck her cock since I’m her devoted, cum-hungry bimbo...”

“Good girl.”

The mare gestured for her to come closer, and the cow obeyed. Happily. Ama’s lips were wrapped around the girl’s fingers one moment later, happily sucking every little drip of warm, salty cum into her mouth, and even going so far as to thoroughly lick them clean, her long, dexterous tongue wriggling into the spaces between her fingers.

Over the span of the next half hour, Celestia’s harem mares gently massaged and cleaned every inch of Amaranthine’s body. To prepare her, without doubt. Every drip of sweat, spit, or gunky, thick semen was gently scrubbed away with the use of heated, moist towels. The bat pony wasn’t going to resist at this point. She was happy right where she was, sitting on the sheets, obediently lifting her limbs or leaning left or right to give them access.

And besides, they made sure to reward her with thick wads of ever-warm, celestial semen straight from the chalice, conditioning her to serve.

The conveniently placed mirror at the end of the bed allowed Amaranthine to take in her own figure. She had been used to looking dominant. Tall. Muscular. A little intimidating, even.

But now…

Amaranthine swallowed. She was pretty sure her muscles were still there, but they were nicely-hidden behind a subtle layer of chub, taking a lot of the edge out of her look. Everything about herself looked thicker. At least she finally had the chance to feel herself up a little. Her fingers dug into her thick, squishy thighs, then slowly moved up to heft her immense, heaving breasts.

Ugh. Fuck. She could barely see her hands, they were nearly swallowed by the sheer amount of cow-worthy udder-meat she carried with her. Cubic inches of milk-laden, soft tit, every single one bigger than her head and threatening to dribble and gush creamy streams of lactose-filled goodness all over her own body. She couldn’t help it, and squeezed her own breasts, immediately letting out an adorable, high-pitched squeak as the ramped up sensitivity of her body resulted in spine-arching shocks of pleasure rushing right into her brain.

A few gentle kneads later, Amaranthine tore herself away from her own heaving tits, and reached for her horns.

Real. Definitely real. She pulled, but those things were firmly attached to her skull. Unlike the weather-worn horns of cows standing on the field all day and night, hers had a pleasant smoothness to them. It would take a top hat to cover these things up, with how they arched right up into the air. At least they weren’t that long yet. Would they keep growing? She was going to find out soon enough.

The time had come for Celestia’s broodmares to dress her up.

A slim, almost-fitting cowprint bikini top that managed to cover her puffy nipples and little else, titmeat bulging above and below the strings reaching behind her back.

Long, thigh-high socks with a matching cowprint pattern, as if her fur didn’t already have fitting, humiliating cow-splotches which forever marked her as a walking milk reservoir.

She already wore the cowbell right around her neck, jingling with every movement.

Now, what was still missing…

“Hold still for a moment, okay?”

Amaranthine froze up near immediately, seeing the mare stand behind her, reach for her flickering, right ear while holding a strange device in her hand. She heard the loud ‘clack’ and felt the sharp influx of pain, before it washed away just as quickly as it had come, leaving her ear with a white tag dangling from it. It looked cute, and without doubt marked her as Celestia’s property. As cattle. As the docile, cute cow she was meant to be.

A few moments later, Amaranthine felt another hand tightly wrapped around her horn, and another at her muzzle, holding a golden ring. She went cross-eyed to see what… Nrgf… Once they released her, a golden ring had pierced her nose, a little wink of magic had allowed it to painlessly claim its place. She whimpered a little.

Just a few moments had passed, and they’d dragged her down to the level of mere cattle, and she’d been too obedient and docile to even think about stopping them.

Amaranthine huffed. Wobble. Seeing herself like a pin-up doll in the mirror was humiliating, but… Wait, they hadn’t even given her anything to cover up her dick yet. The half-hard, softly pulsing and relentlessly abused slab of a horsecock stood just as free as on the day of her birth, and somehow Amaranthine just knew that this wasn’t going to change for the time being. No, they seemed more than happy to keep her like this, with her dick on display and for free use for whoever stepped by.

“And? Do you like it?” One of the girls cooed. All four of them stood behind her, and one was gently stroking Amaranthine’s horns. “I am sure you do. You look wonderful. Your Goddess is going to love it. She’s going to be here soon, and… mf…. Don’t expect her to be gentle, hun. She will put you to good use, and probably leave your tight ass utterly gaping, and drooling with her cum. Just like it should be. When she's spend an entire day in exhausting, drawn-out meetings there's really no surprise she just has to vent all that pent-up frustration from time to time. She can be rather intense. She’s just that kind of mare, you know?”

“I-I could tell...” Amaranthine mumbled back. “So, are we just going to wait for her or…?”

As if an invisible signal had been given, all four of them perked up at once.

“Oh. No, that won’t be necessary. It looks like we finished you up just in time for her arrival, cow.”

Amaranthine gulped. Using a little more force than was necessary, the four mares guided the bat pony cow towards the massive double doors. They left her right there on her knees. Standing in Celestia’s presence clearly wasn’t appropriate for a dumb, docile cow such as her. Two of the mares flanked the bed with some distance, facing the door with a look of eager expectation in their eyes. One mare stood right next to Amaranthine, like a proud owner showing off a well-trained puppy, and the last mare knelt right behind her, her head on the bat pony’s shoulders.

“Who’s a good girl? Make us proud. Show Goddess Celestia that you’re a good, obedient cow,” she cooed. Her fingers wrapped themselves around Amaranthine’s cock, smirking ever so slightly as she noticed just how hard the bat pony bitch already was.

“That excited already? You’re hard as steel, throbbing and twitching with the excitement of a submissive, horny bitch.”

Amaranthine whimpered. Precum was dribbling, gushing from her overly excited dick, as if she hadn’t already blown over half a dozen loads today. Her heart raced, and her tits heaved and bounced ever so slightly as her breath got faster and more erratic. She could’ve sworn she felt Celestia stepping closer, her hooves hitting the floor, ready to claim her once and for all…

Sweet fuck, why did the thought excite her so much?

The mare gently stroked her cock at a slow, deliberate pace.

“You know what you’re going to say when she enters, right? Well… Choose your words very, very carefully. You wouldn’t want to disappoint her, would you?”

Amaranthine was biting down on her lower lip. Her cock twitched. Before she had any chance to dwell on what the mare had said, the massive oak doors swung open, and Princess Celestia entered the room in all her towering, divine glory.

Taller than any mare, gorgeous and motherly, and her entire body draped in little more than some ritualistic pieces of cloth that could never manage to hide the sheer, overpowering beast of a horsecock that swayed between her thick thighs, if it weren’t for magic making the impossible possible. Amaranthine still could barely believe that this towering, powerful mare somehow managed to appear so chaste and innocent whenever she appeared in public.

As Amaranthine saw her, her own dick twitched, and throbbed with excitement. Drool dribbled from her half-opened mouth, and milk gushed from her nipples.

Celestia hadn’t bothered to slow down for even a moment, and stepped closer with a knowing, wide smile on her lips. Her gaze fell on Amaranthine, and the submissive, trained batpony felt every inch of her body tense up, her prostate clench, and thick, slimy ropes of cum burst from her throbbing, twitching dick just from the sensation of Celestia's hungry, powerful gaze looking deep into her eyes, and the knowledge that she was hers, completely and utterly.

Amaranthine suppressed a whimper, but then it simply burst out of her, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“M-Moo… MOOOOOOOO!!!”