Becoming the Slime Queen

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Becoming the Slime Queen
Delight of the Slimes
Corruption of the Slimes

Becoming the Slime Queen

Author's Note

In an anthro world of ponies, things have changed and the slimes coming out of the forest have set their sights on Fluttershy...

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Becoming the Slime Queen

Becoming the Slime Queen

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)
Commissioned by anonymous

Fluttershy stepped out of her house, taking a deep breath of cool, fresh air after the recent rains. Although she was demurely and plainly dressed for her suburban neighbourhood of anthro ponies, she still drew attention at six foot three with most other ponies that she knew around the place being a little shorter than her. Only the stallions, usually, were taller than her, and she didn’t spend too much time around them. Although Rarity was helping her grow more confident in that regard, it would not have been too far of a stretch to say that, at the very least, she grew tongue-tied in their presence.

What she made up for in height, she lacked in the bulk of her body, for one would have most certainly have described her as “petite”, slim and slight and framed as if a breath of wind could push her over at any moment. There was not much on her chest to speak about but she didn’t mind that, considering that it was her body and she tried not to pay too much attention to what other ponies thought about her as she rocked back on her hooves. Her pale yellow coat of hair, of course, extended all the way down under her plain T-shirt and cut-off jeans – all the way down to the skin of her crotch where it folded into a softly equine sheath.

That, to be fair, was not something about her that most knew and she intended too to keep it that way, only lovers and those very, very close to her needing to know. Well, and Twilight Sparkle, as it was an accident on her part that had rendered her a true hermaphrodite, though Twilight hadn’t been able to fix it, either the shaft or the balls part of “it”. She didn’t mind it too much, but Fluttershy didn’t mind many things very much, even when they should have affected her more. All of Ponyville had the same problem anyway after that spell that had ended up as a bit of a fiasco, even if Pinkie Pie might have taken to being a hermaphrodite with a little too much wicked glee.

It was, however, a problem at times when she grew aroused but she’d had to learn to control that part of her just like any other stallion, although she had learned from some very bashful online pony searches that she was about half the size of a regular stallion. That was probably because it was female hormones that dominated in her body but that didn’t matter all that much to Fluttershy as, as far as she was concerned, her body was just as it was and there was no more to it than that. She just didn’t like others speculating on it.

Her yellow coat of short, silky hair was well-conditioned but the fall of a soft, pink mane had many cooing over her, even though she was the sort of pony who would have said she was on the quieter side. Fluttershy just liked to listen more than she spoke, though she knew too that others would make their opinions about her whether she wanted them to or not. She’d heard them comment about her wings too, as she stood there sipping the warm mug of coffee clasped between her hands, trying not to think too much about how they’d mocked her in her younger years for not being able to fly.

Well, that wasn’t quite right. Grimacing, she turned back inside, adjusting the neckline of her top a little where it wasn’t sitting quite right. She could fly up to about ten feet if she tried with all her might but that was about as far as she could get, most of the time only being able to hover a foot or so off the ground. It wasn’t something that she needed to worry about, even though insidious, creeping thoughts like that were liable to creep into a pony’s mind and twist them to darker times.

“Oh?”

Fluttershy looked down as she stood on her garden path, the woodland behind her house beckoning even then. She should have been more surprised than she was to find a small slime there, about the size of her hand and green in colour, although she could see through the cute little blob when she picked up him, smiling as a little of the grey, morning light filtered through his viscous, jelly-like form.

“Oh, hello there, little one,” she said with a soft smile, not wanting to scare him even though his little face was curved up into a “cat face” grin in turn. “Why have you come here today? Is something wrong?”

She spoke softly and clearly, making sure that she was understood, though she’d always had the ability to speak with strange creatures like that, even though regular animals were no trouble to her at all. With a gulping sort of chirp, the blob of smile bounced in her hands and oozed out a piece of paper, on which were a few scratches forming words.

Her brow furrowed. She hadn’t known that the slimes were able to form words like that, though they had been around her enough, in all fairness, to pick up some parts of her language. That was just why Fluttershy had been around them so much as they seemed to be creeping in closer and closer to residential areas when they were much better suited to the wilderness. Her town was not the largest but it was not small and safe for them either and she’d had to dart out into the middle of the road on more than one occasion to snatch them up from in front of cars, much less dealing with pest control.

She sighed, though her curiosity was piqued by the note, holding the slime in one hand as she eyed up the note in the other.

“Your queen...” She said slowly, piecing together the broken words into some form of sense, for it did not quite make a written sentence in full. “She wants to meet me? Is something wrong?”

The slime wobbled from left to right in their version of shaking their head, though that aroused more questions than gave her answers. Fluttershy licked her lips, glancing back at her house, her serene little garden calm and quiet, the pond and stream trickling away with a bubble of water. Another orange slime oozed around the stones of the rockery, burbling with cheeky, slime mirth, the pony’s ears flicking to catch what he was saying.

“I suppose that’s for the best,” she said, straightening her back and working out the kinks, flapping her wings where they had grown a little stiff at the base of her wings. “There have been so many of you around lately... Maybe we can work out a way to keep you safe together!”

She smiled more widely and the slime stretched into a wide grin too, seeming to attempt to match her. They’d never had much of an issue in making themselves known before, easily twisting and contorting into different facial expressions to best communicate with her, though some of them were a little more expressive than most.

“Does that sound like a good idea to you too?”

The slime jiggled and bobbed, squeaking at her. She laughed out loud, surprising even herself. Well, that was a definite yes!

But the little slime wriggled and chirped at her to put them down and, thus, she had to do so, for she was not one to keep someone caged against their will. She rolled her shoulders back and let them down gently, although there was another one coming, squeezing under her gate, although he was the size of a basketball and purple in colour with glistening ooze that lingered long after he had passed by. She didn’t know whether to refer to the slimes as male or female or neither but it was not something that mattered too much as long as everyone made themselves heard and understood.

Making a worried face, a line across the middle for a stern “mouth”, the purple slime gurgled at her, Fluttershy’s ears pricking and swivelling in its direction.

“What? Really?”

The slime bobbed and chattered again, though the sounds came as if it was blowing bubbles underwater, wriggling back and forth, almost on her leg as its face grew even more stern. Now, it wanted her! It wanted her to come now!

“Right now? Well... Okay.”

She may not have been so obliging if she had not had anything else to do that day but it seemed urgent as the slime hopped in place, bouncing like a ball as he formed more expressions for her.

^u^

The slime bounced and wriggled in midair, changing again.

UwU

Tilting her head, Fluttershy raised her wings helplessly in a shrug, though it was impossible not to smile.

“I don’t know what you mean, little one, but I’ll come along with you. Come on, let’s be on our way. I want to make sure all of you are quite safe.”

The slime led her as if he knew where he was going and, of course, that made sense, since he was taking her to his home, where they, perhaps, should never have come from in the first place. They needed to stay safe, those cheeky little things, as adorable as they’d ever been as the lightly trodden animal track through the forest was dotted with them, brightening her smile even as she walked carefully to avoid treading on them. They ranged in size from the size of a coin to a small dog and larger still, though the biggest ones were slower and less frequent, ones that Fluttershy had not seen much around her residential area.

They chirped and burbled happily at her too and she greeted every one of them, a smile fixed on her lips, though quite naturally so. It was all as she wanted it to be but she didn’t expect one of the larger, blue smiles to grunt and hop and help others to move aside a boulder so that she could descend below ground level into the cavern of the slimes where they had come from, water dripping from the walls of a tunnel that was, well...slimy.

She gulped. It seemed wrong to go below ground but she had her phone – not that she could call for help once in there but that she could use the torch on it for a little light at the very least. And the purple slime was hustling along more quickly than she could have ever imagined them moving, oozing and wriggling ahead of her as she followed its purple reflection in the low light of her phone.

The tunnel closed in around her, forcing the tall pony to hunker down and move along awkwardly, sideways, though she had to get through somehow as she tried not to think too much about the walls closing in around her. That was not the easiest thing to do as she softly begged the slime to slow down but others crowded around her hooves, urging her on, their chirp and burbles soothing and yet invigorating at the same time.

The tunnels were but an endless maze as they twisted and turned back and forth and she would never have been able to find her way through without the help of the slimes, though she knew she was in the right place when the passageway opened out into a chamber. She blinked quickly, letting her eyes adjust to the light that was filtering in through what seemed to be a slimy mass above, which perhaps was a way back to the surface, a pool of almost glowing slime dominating the chamber. It was filled by a waterfall that appeared to be half water and half slime, fed with pure water and yet where the slimes could make their home quite safely, hydrated at all times. Smiling, Fluttershy rocked back onto the heel of her hooves. The slimes really had found the perfect spot to live – so why were they venturing from their safe cave into the town so much?

The waterfall that poured into the plunge pool of slime emerged from a hole high up on the rocky chamber wall, although most of the walls were covered with slime so nothing appeared sharp or jagged down there at all. Yet the queen heard of Fluttershy’s presence there, clearly, as she rose from the pool, shimmering in all the colours of the rainbow and more that Fluttershy had not even put words to.

“Oh...”

Even Fluttershy had to clasp her hands reverently to her chest, phone tucked between them, as the slimes gathered and slithered amongst one another, leaving many multi-coloured, blending trails of ooze in their wake as they lingered before their queen. Taller than Fluttershy, she perhaps was about eight foot in height, though Fluttershy would have needed to take a tape measure to her (perhaps borrowed from Rarity) to see just how big she was, as interested as she was in that for the scientific side of caring for creatures as she was in the adventure of it all. There was a shapelessness to her that rendered her blob-like in appearance, wider across than she was tall, although she shared some features with the slimes that Fluttershy was more familiar with, her slime-skin bubbling and shifting seamlessly to form shapes and expressions as if it was no effort at all to her.

However, the crown atop her head denoted her, quite clearly, as the queen, even if it was formed out of goo, Fluttershy bowing deeply before her as her eyes shone, wings flapping keenly. It was hard to be shy before such an amazing creature, her heart full of love for her, even though she was yet to see or know more of her, though that was something that Fluttershy was sure would come in time. She had so many questions for the queen, bubbling up to her lips like an overfull glass, the queen towering as she looked down imperiously over Fluttershy, a stern face forming that, still, Fluttershy thought was somehow genial.

“You!”

The queen spoke in a booming voice, using Fluttershy’s language and not needing to speak in the cute chirps and speaks of the smaller slimes. She took a step back, mane lifting from her neck, though the slime queen was still a creature and not a pony, wanting to hear more even then.

“I have heard much about you from my adoring subjects. They claim that you have rescued them and sent them home after ensuring their wellbeing. Is this true, pony?”

Fluttershy nodded, talking with her hands as she formed shapes of her own, trying to show the queen just what she meant.

“Oh, yes, they’ve been very adventurous and gotten themselves into all sorts of trouble...”

She didn’t want to make it sound as if they were getting into too much difficulty but she tried to give the queen a quick run-down of what was going on there, the difficulties that the slimes faced in the town and, most importantly, how they had to stay away from civilisation. The queen’s face softened into a chibi-like face, putting her at ease, Fluttershy’s wings relaxing down once more against her back.

“You see, my queen,” she said in a soft and soothing tone, careful not to offend even then. “They need to stay home and not come into the town. They’ll get hurt out there and I can’t always be around to protect them. Is there a way that you can keep the slimes out here or even just in the forest?”

The queen regarded her, expression melting so that she was a faceless blob all over again, though that did not faze Fluttershy. Most of the slimes presented themselves like that quite often anyway and it was not so much of an issue to her.

“You would make a beautiful queen,” the slime queen said in a low tone that echoed off the walls of the cavern. “You are strong and powerful in your world.”

Fluttershy blinked and shook her head.

“Oh, but no, I could never do that. You are their queen and they love you!”

That was true, at least to her, the slimes chirping and wriggling around the queen’s “feet” where her slime oozed onto the stone of the chamber floor. Her colours pulsed and swirled, drawing the eye and casting it aside a moment later, Fluttershy taking a breath as she stepped back, the first shift of unease pulling at her chest.

“In order for my kind to prosper,” the queen said slowly, as if to ensure that Fluttershy completely understood her, “we must do something...drastic. We must be safe. It pains me to do this, but ponykind may not exist as they have done with the slimes.”

Fluttershy gasped, heart pounding, ears pricked and trembling. Adrenaline pumped through her veins but even that did not stop the words spilling from her lips.

“What are you saying?”

“I do not wish harm on anyone but we must go to war, must evolve into something even greater than what I am. This is why I will use you as a vessel and, of course, crown you as the slime queen.”

Fluttershy shook her head, head pounding, the beat of her heart roaring in her ears. Her wings ached, straining to fly, yet she couldn’t seem to get herself off the ground.

“No... No, I can’t...”

“You will. You will be a vessel for me, filled by my slime, becoming the slime queen yourself while you fool your friends, those queens of your country, those princesses that are lesser than I, will fall before me, fooled by you, dominated by me as I take over, finally bringing happiness and true peace to the land for pony and slime!”

The slimes squealed and cheered and bounced, twisting and shifting into expression after expression, though she didn’t have to understand their language to know what they were saying, how exultant they were at the thought of all that their queen was doing for them. Whether or not they truly understood it was another question entirely, whether they knew that the pony equivalent of queens, Celestia, Luna, Cadence and even Twilight too, would fall before them so they could live. Her ears prickled with tears. No, they could not – her slimes were not like that!

“You can’t do this!”

“Come with me! Come with us!” The slime queen ignored her, stretching up and up into a tower of rainbow goo, her form rippling and shivering before Fluttershy’s very eyes. “Become me, become the slime queen – join us forevermore!”

The cheers of the slimes filled the chamber, rebounding off the walls, Fluttershy backing away, hands hanging limply by her sides. Blood pounded against her eardrums, chest tight, a cold slick of a sweat seeping from the glands under her arms, palms too sweaty to grip anything. As much as she tried to force out words, all that emerged were stutters, the slime queen oozing towards her in all her rainbow glory, slowly but surely as if she knew that the pony before her wasn’t going anywhere.

She didn’t have to rush when she’d already caught her prey.

“No!”

Drawing on a deep reserve of strength, Fluttershy held up her hands, balling them up into fists, her small wings raised as if to make herself look taller and more intimidating, although that would have been a mean feat if she’d been able to achieve it. The slime queen paused, looking her over speculatively as her face hardened, still smiling in that overly cute chibi-like manner but with some darker intent lingering behind it.

“You must not do this,” she said, raising her voice loudly and clearly so that all of the slimes had to stop to listen to her. “It is wrong – you shouldn’t need me to tell you that! There is another way, if only you let me think for a moment. We can find you somewhere nice to live or even set up a residence for you amongst ponies. I’m sure no one would mind as long as they know, of course, that you aren’t pests, though I still worry for the safety of the smaller slimes on our roads and the like...”

But the slime queen was not to be dissuaded, wobbling back and forth in shaking her head, eyes narrowing or at least the shape of them that she had formed on her body of goo. There was no differentiation on her between a torso or limbs of any kind, although she could have formed such a shape if she’d wanted to.

“If you do not side with the slimes,” the queen retorted, ignoring all that Fluttershy had said as if the pony had not even spoken. “If you do not side with us willingly, we will force you.”

Her tone took on a hard stance and Fluttershy growled, the sound rising strangely within her and surprising her most of all.

“No! I will never turn on ponies!”

Yet the time for words was long passed as she called on one of her powers, something that not many ponies had seen and even fewer understood: the stare. The stare of hers was powerful, something that could even stop a cockatrice dead in its tracks, fighting off its stony power, yet she’d never before used it on the slimes. Why would she have done so when there simply had never been any reason to? Gasping and shaking, she forced every ounce of energy that she had into her stare as she pushed her shoulder blades back, the smaller slimes backing off and cooing, bowing their heads softly.

“You should know better than me how it is to be kept out, to be enslaved,” she said clearly, anger roiling in her voice, though she tried to keep it under wraps, the queen unmoving. “Enslavement is not the answer and you will listen to me!”

Alas, the queen shook off the effects of Fluttershy’s stare as if she had not placed the power of it on her in the first place, although the smaller slimes, the less powerful ones, had frozen in place. They swarmed around the foot of the queen, brushing against her ooze, but the queen was not to be swayed by them even as Fluttershy shook out her wings and turned back the way she’d come.

Yet she should have expected the slimes to come for her too, hundreds upon hundreds of the smaller slimes rushing up with one another to form a brilliant, multi-coloured wall and barrier that would have been delightful to look at under any other circumstances. However, they blocked her only exit as the pony swallowed a gasp, shoulders shaking, determined not to show the fear lacing her body. At least the anger was red-hot, fuelling her energy and her nerve, blood pumping as ferociously as it did when she had, before, been faced with a chimera head-on.

Slimes should not be a problem. But she had to get out first.

“If you will not join us as the slime queen, I will persuade you... But this does not have to be so difficult.”

In the blink of an eye, the slime queen’s face changed, forming an expression that Fluttershy had only before seen in online chat rooms and yet never in such a dark contest.

:3

She oozed over the ground quickly, too quickly, closing the distance between them as Fluttershy whipped around, only to be faced with the shimmering, wobbling wall of slimes all over again. Out, out – she had to get out! There was no way back through the tunnel even if she could navigate all those twists and turns and all she could do was hurl her body into the air, flapping her wings furiously, the frantic beat of them more akin to a fledgling swallow testing their wings for the first time rather than an adult pegasus in flight.

Her muscles ached fiercely, pulling at the base of her wings, but Fluttershy did not even cry out as she forced her body higher and higher, defying the limits of her body that she had thought were in place. Adrenaline could drive one on to do things that they did not even think were possible and the only other exit that she could see was through the hole in the rock where the waterfall emerged, though the spray itself would be a challenge. It was her only hope, however, and she swallowed her screams as her body burned, flying up and up and up, the slimes flooding the entire cavern below her with squirming, oozing bodies.

She had to do it, had to get out. Rainbow Dash knew how to fly the best and Fluttershy clung desperately to the memory of her best pegasus friend encouraging her last time they’d needed to aid Cloudsdale, pushing her on to be the very best pony she possibly could be. Rainbow Dash would want to see her again and it was for her and for all her pony friends that she had to push her body to its screaming, burning limits, a stray feather flying off, racing for the top of the falls with all the power she had left in her body.

Her heart lifted, spray tickling her muzzle. She was going to make it!

Yet that relief was short-lived as a rainbow tendril wrapped itself around her waist, the queen not willing to let her best vessel so far go without a fight, snatching her out of the air as she yanked her back. Squealing, Fluttershy lunged for the opening of the falls but it was no good as she was dragged down and down and down, wind whistling by her ears as she cut through the air, mane flying over her face – and then the queen enveloped her.

Her head disappeared for the moment but her floundering was stilled by the slime of the queen, her body too viscous for Fluttershy to easily push through. Breath, the need to breathe, clawed at her throat and yet she did not dare scream for her muzzle was clamped shut, only her eyes darting back and forth as if, even then, she was searching for a way out. Truthfully, Fluttershy didn’t know what she was doing but it was with the tiniest modicum of relief that she gasped and sucked in breath as the queen’s slime rippled around her, pushing her head out of her slime-body while the rest of Fluttershy, from the neck down, remained encased by her goo.

“P-please...” Fluttershy coughed, spluttering slime. “Let me go... We can work together, we can find a way for all of us to be happy!”

Yet the queen did not even grace her with an answer as the tension of the slime around her increased, mane stuck to the back of her neck as if it had been soaked. The ooze of the slimes seemed to replenish itself, which would have been a more interesting note if only she had been studying them from a safe distance, her skin tingling and prickling with the strangest of sensations. The slime closed in so fully around her that it was even difficult for Fluttershy to take in a full breath as she was held there, her clothes deteriorating, the essence of them swallowed up for the slime queen.

And all of the little slimes cheered and bobbed and wiggled, their expressions changing, as they saw it all as a good thing, all of the little slimes that she had spent so very much of her time helping before. Her heart ached for them but the twist of sickeningly chilling fear was more stringent still as Fluttershy moaned and tried to squirm free, body fighting as it was rendered nude even though her mind knew, of course, that it was to no avail. She was caught as the pressure closed in, even around the hardening peaks of her nipples, her shaft being drawn out even though it was still soft.

What was it doing to her? Her mind raced. The queen had said something about being filled with slime?

She didn’t know what to think, didn’t want to think any further than that, panting and trying to drag in as much breath as she could. Yet her parted lips were the perfect opening for the slime queen to bring a slimy tentacle to them, shoving it over her tongue and up into the back of her throat in but a moment. Fluttershy’s muffled scream may as well have been nothing at all for how much sound she made, easily drowned out by the many small slimes swarming around, her world taken up by rainbow-coloured goo as if there were never again be anything more from her.

She tried to fight, tried to resist the slime queen, as her shaft tingled, aching and hardening. Her body was just a body, after all, and that part of her had been especially sensitive after the spell too, her pussy throbbing with a strange sort of heat that not even Fluttershy could explain. Desperately, she tried to force the slime out of her mouth, pushing and shoving at it with her tongue, heart pounding, but it was no help to her at all as the slime-body of the queen trembled around her.

Fluttershy didn’t notice it at first but the queen did, purring in pleasure as she shrank, slowly but surely, however slight the transformation was at first. The tendril of slime wormed its way down her throat but Fluttershy found that she no longer needed to breathe, regardless of just how tight her chest was. It was both comforting and terrifying in a very wrong kind of cocktail, body aching, feeling thicker and heavier than it had ever been before even with the slime to hold her steady.

Yet the slime was insidious and she could not have anticipated just how it would, quite literally, fill her, her stomach growing, first of all, bulging as if she’d had too much to eat and then larger still, as if she was pregnant, in the early stages. Fluttershy’s eyes grew wide but she couldn’t even get her hands down to feel the terrifying rise of her belly as it grew and grew, fat and plump and full of slime, her body no longer hers to command but a vessel and chamber for the slime queen unlike any other that she’d had before.

It was not just her belly that was swelling, however, her nipples stretching as the slime poured into those too, the queen finding every last hole that could be used for her. The trickle of slime oozed fluidly down her throat into the pit of her stomach, but that was nothing compared to the rise of her breasts, how they plumped out and sagged down under the weight of the slime. She tried to scream, cry out for help, but it was more of an instinctual reaction than anything else, knowing, even then, that there was no help coming for her.

No one knew where she was or why she was there, or even that the slimes existed as rainbow colours danced before her vision, eyes half-lidded. Maybe if she didn’t think about it, she didn’t have to think about what was happening too much, chest rising and falling rapidly, although her tits seemed to grow larger with every fervent breath she took, showing her breath more than the actual flex of her ribcage around her lungs. They filled out, growing a cup size every few seconds, the queen languishing and shivering around her as she shrank slowly even as she filled Fluttershy with her slime and her essence.

Her nudity should have been more embarrassing than it was but it was the least of Fluttershy’s worries as she tried to wriggle, the sensation of something pushing into her pussy and her arse at the same time driving a jolt of energy through her. That energy had nowhere to go, however, as she tried with all her might to wriggle away, the slime reaching deeper and deeper inside her, finding its way into her womb to bloat that out with slime too. That was a very different sort of bulge to what the slime pouring into her stomach down her throat, adding greater fatness to her body, even though the bulk of her form remained as slim and as svelte as always. Everything had to be contained within her, however, somehow, as the slime queen took advantage of her in the best way that only she, of course, knew how.

One hole remained and it was one that Fluttershy felt the slime entering and penetrating in intimate detail. It teased down the full length of her cock as she tried to break free more desperately than ever – that was not a place where anything should have gone! Of course, she’d masturbated her male parts before and ejaculated but that was a very different thing to something penetrating her cock, teasing deep and slipping down all the way into her balls.

Even her cock bulged as the slime filled it, thickening it, forcing it to take a load of slime all the way down into her balls, swollen and heady, her head spinning. It was wrong, so very wrong, but she didn’t want to think about it, not that much, even as the force and pressure growing and growing inside her made her think about it even then to the exclusion of all else. There was nothing else for her as her balls pumped up larger and larger, swiftly trying to catch up to the size of her breasts, which no longer seemed a natural size for her body, unnaturally round. There was a lot to catch up on, however, and the slime queen did not seem in any rush at all to take Fluttershy’s body for her own, swelling her with her lust as the pony could only roll her head back and try not to...

Orgasm took her when she least expected it, her body twitching and jerking, although she hardly moved within the entrapment of the queen’s slime-body. There was nowhere, simply, for her to go as her cock erupted in orgasm, tingling through her, the pulsating waves of pleasure coursing through as if she had not wanted them. Orgasm had been the furthest thing from her mind as the queen filled her with her slime more and more, inflating her out, her balls rising to the size of footballs that they may have played with on the pitch, even though Fluttershy had never been the best at that sport either, like with so many other things.

Old memories floated before her eyes as she groaned and rocked her hips as much as she could, the slime queen shifting inside her body, infiltrating her on a deeper level. Yet the queen was not the sort to go without such pleasure when it was offered to her as the pulsating massage of the slime increased around her balls, teasing and toying with them as if to further cement her control over the pony that she had taken over for her cause.

Fluttershy gasped, head thrown back against the elastic-like slime, though it was not all that she was meant to feel, all that she was meant to be. Every sensation was drawn up in stark contrast to so much more as her seed was swallowed up by the queen but her natural, female sex wanted to climax too, the slime pushing out on her womb pumping through her passage just like a shaft. It was too much for her and even more so as the slime filling her backdoor entrance thickened suddenly, sending the pony into muffled squeals of broken delight as she was teased down and brought over to their cause.

Her tits were huge, so big that she didn’t want to think about how large they were, how sensitive they were, how even the lightest touch of slime from the inside and outside made her want to climax right then and there. There was no differentiation between one climax and the next as her body did all that it could to hold the slime, to bear through it, though it was only part of the natural defences and mechanisms of her body. There was no way to know that they would come into effect until it was too late to hold them back, her pussy squeezing around the slime as she grew, belly and lower abdomen bloated and swollen so that she no longer looked like Fluttershy at all. In fact, Fluttershy would not have even recognised herself if she’d been afforded the opportunity to take in her image.

It was not for her as the queen toyed with even her prostate, that sensitive patch up in her anal passage that she had not truly had the time to explore before. It was all new in the best and worst of ways, toying with her and breaking her down, her grunts and groans around the tendril rising. Yet there was only so much of the queen remaining, having split herself evenly between Fluttershy’s breasts, balls, womb and, of course, her stomach too, leaving some slime tenaciously behind to thicken up her cock nicely, though it could be tweaked to her liking whenever she pleased, changing Fluttershy’s body to suit her. The pony gargled and gulped as the very last drops of slime finally slid down her throat, weightless for a moment as gravity, finally, reclaimed her for its own.

She dropped to the ground more heavily than ever before, for now she was containing the weight of the eight-foot-tall slime within her too, however the queen had decided to spread herself out. Fluttershy whimpered and tried to drag herself back to her hooves but the weight of her swaying, overfilled, breasts dragged her back to the ground, nipples perked up from the inside, the touch of the slime refusing to let them ease and soften, relaxing after the deed was done.

As much as she panted, however, there was no holding back from the stringent rise of pleasure flooding her, flowing through her as if it was something that so very desperately wanted to make itself known, the queen flowing through her swiftly. Bulging out different parts of Fluttershy’s body, she increased the pony’s sensitivity tenfold – not that it would have been possible for the mare to resist the lure of climax anyway after the very first touch of her slime.

Pumping through her, her shaft remained hard under the queen’s bidding, Fluttershy’s body aching and pounding, needing more, crying out, the slime pushing out through her stomach, squirming through her nuts. It was a sensation that no pony in the world had ever felt for themselves and Fluttershy was dubiously honoured, on that count, to be the first of them all, moaning and heaving on all fours with her weighty breasts swinging down to the ground. The floor of the chamber, at least, was slick with slime and ooze and more comfortable than hard rock to lean on, although that was perhaps the tiniest of reliefs that she could possibly find in her torn-down world to cling to. Sometimes that was all a pony could do.

Her body twisted and contorted, although the weight of her bloated breasts and balls dictated where she went, her nuts pulsing as the slime writhed within. The movement was liquid-like as if they were merely forming a jelly-like substance within her that could be squashed and flowed into any shape, the swell of her belly more something that helped root her in place. Yet the slime was not done with her as yet as the queen worked away at her inners, humming and vibrating lightly within Fluttershy as she delved deeper still, seeking out the integrity of her DNA beyond even her organs. Everything, of course, would be brought over into her grasp and will, but Fluttershy was not to know that, only crying out through orgasm after orgasm as the need to climax resounded through her.

Fluttershy could not think of anything else bar the need to cum as she rocked and rolled her hips, thrusting wildly, her cock pouring forth semen with each climax as she was forced to cum over and over again. There was a break between each climax from that side but the twisting manipulation of the slime queen forced her female sex to contract and grip as if around an invisible member, driving her over the edge from that side too. Her juices and cum, however, were tainted with slime, glowing with different shades each time, for the rainbow-slime of the queen well and truly infused her.

Her body was no longer her own and Fluttershy would have been a fool to think so as the elasticity of her skin and all that her body could hold was increased, relieving just a little of the pressure of the slime bulging out through her body. It made her organs more amenable to housing the slimes too, parts of her body becoming more slime-friendly nestled in amongst her kidneys and her liver where the queen made it so she could birth the slimes herself, through any hole needed. That could be fine-tuned later as she best worked out how Fluttershy’s body would serve her needs, tingling through her, ignoring the convulsions of the pony she inhabited as her breasts jiggled and nipples teased over the slime-coated floor of the cave.

Slowly but surely, as she had been filled originally, the slime within Fluttershy’s belly and womb dispersed, flowing through the walls of her body and the organs within to tease into the rest of her body. It would not have been right, after all, for her to present in such a bloated fashion and, to some extent, Fluttershy would have to pass as a pony for the time being. That would not be possible when she was so swollen, of course, that others would be rushing her to their medics, for care, much as her slimes rushed her injured charges back to her when times called for that.

Her belly shrank slowly as Fluttershy moaned out another climax, rocking her body so desperately that her nuts pulsed and trembled with slime, the slick loads of her climax pooling around her. The slimes seemed to increase her productivity too but she was so caught up in all that they were doing to her that it would have taken far more energy than she had to hold onto her sense of being and self, much less catalogue how much more semen she was producing. It seeped around her knees as she tried to stagger up but the weight of her slime-filled body dragged her down as her belly deflated, pump by pump, sinking into the rest of her, her body beyond recognition.

The slime found its place in her body, her arms a little more muscled, though what mares would call “toned” even though it was the semblance of muscle mass there that the slime formed. Her belly could remain a little thicker than it had been before, allowing her a curve to her waist and her hips, a more voluptuous figure that was still perfectly held by her tall frame. Of course, her large breasts and balls made everything else look more natural even if it was not natural for her, crying out and finally grasping her cock as she tried to hold onto herself through all that was being down to her.

Her womb relaxed too, Fluttershy breathing a faint, tentative sigh of relief as it slunk down into her legs, finding on barriers between muscle and sinew and fascia, her thighs thicker and rounder, even her backside plumper. The dock of her tail took on a little of the slime too as it pushed evenly around her body, making her larger and stronger-looking all around, although it did not do much for her wings at that point in time. There was little way for her to lift herself off the ground anymore, even a foot, with so much slime weighing her down but Fluttershy’s head only spun and spun with lust, pumping her shaft with both hands as she cried out an orgasm from both parts of her.

Her pussy didn’t feel right even as it clenched down, the smaller slimes swarming and flooding around her hooves. When had she gotten up? She was standing but had no recollection of getting up there, not that it mattered anyway. Nothing mattered but the slime and the queen, her body trembling and reverberating, slime shifting and wriggling through her. Not all of it was absorbed into her body, however, strengthening her back and making it so she would be better for the slimes, the best vessel for the queen’s subjects, some remaining in her breasts and balls and thickening her cock, swelling it out more and more.

Of course, the slime queen was devious too and that was just one of the many ways that she had managed to keep her slime-creatures and subjects alive for so long in a world that was not quite as hospitable to them as she may have liked. Rumbling through Fluttershy, slime poured into her cock, swelling it up more and more until it was double the size of that of a normal stallion, straining out her sheath as even that struggled to keep up. It was only the increased stretchiness of her body that allowed that, although it would be a struggle for her to ever get such a meaty girth back into her body again with the slime forcing it to be such, even when it softened.

Swaying in place, she moaned, trying to peel away, pushing at her breasts, palms squeezing down on her belly, as if to try to force everything to be normal again. It wasn’t right but the fact of the matter was that the queen was so very much stronger than her that all she could do, even then, was go along with it as her stomach churned with slime, not knowing what parts of her were still “her” and what belonged to the slime queen. If she’d been more sensible in her interpretation, Fluttershy would have realised that nothing of her was hers anymore, of course, and all was slime, all belonged to the queen above all else.

She tried to pull back, back away, staggering on her hooves, the weight of her body thrown off as she felt as if she was being pinned into the ground even while she was standing. There was too much weight on her body, weight that she was not used to, to even think about walking and she grunted as she fell back on her hindquarters, though the elasticity of her body helped her out a touch there too, allowing her full backside to absorb the impact. There was too much slime to allow her to feel at all like her “normal” self, however, breaking into a shattered sob that ripped through her chest, lungs expanding and trying to suck in air that wouldn’t help her out one bit. Nothing at all was ever going to ease the strain and tension in her body, no matter how much she wanted it to, panting heavily, breasts trembling with slime, though that would have to, later, be contained with adequate clothing to cover her body out in public.

Her cum, however, oh... Oh, the colourful presentation of it was only the beginning as the slime queen infesting her forced her to orgasm all over again, her hands on her cock, on her balls, groping and caressing madly just for some semblance of broken relief. Fluttershy cried out as her seed changed completely to rainbow semen, glittering and shimmering with all the colours that she could have imagined, although it was even more viscous than it had been before too. It clung to the stickier, harder slime coating the ground as if it was a second layer, still coming and coming as she squeezed her cock, desperately and futilely trying to stem the onslaught of slick rainbow semen.

It wasn’t leaving her in a hurry, however, thick and stringy and clinging to even her hands as she grabbed it desperately, panting as her tongue pushed out over her bottom lip, grabbing and yanking it from her cock. The tip swelled and flared slightly, better allowing her to try to pull it forth, but there was no end to it as the slime spilt from her in thick ropes, the ecstasy of orgasm intensifying tenfold within her.

It was too much, all so very much and Fluttershy moaned helplessly, wings splayed and limp, as she dragged the slime-cum from her, her urethra obviously swollen. How big was it? How big could it go? There was no sense of pain down there but it was not comfortable either as she dragged rope after rope of slime from her. Whether it was cum or pure slime she did not know but she didn’t have to know either as she collapsed to the ground, flat on her back, still grasping and tugging at the slime as if she thought she could rid herself of it.

Yet exhaustion clawed at her, dragging her down to the ground as she moaned out loud, helpless to stop anything as the slime around her wriggled and squirmed like a million serpents. She’d never minded snakes but there was something deeply disconcerting about seeing the slimes come together as they did, all slithering and oozing and slickly coming together into a large ball of rainbow slime-cum. She blinked at it but her shoulders were too heavy to lift, wings crushed under her back, even her large balls weighing her down, whimpering as the slime oozed towards her, slowly and defiantly.

It seemed to want her to watch as it teased to her head, taking its time, Fluttershy’s fingertips twitching in the barest semblance of defiance, although there was nowhere else she could go. It reared up a tendril that curved into a chibi-like grin, too wide and too appealing, too sweet in appearance and yet something that made her want to instinctively smile back. It was too late for fighting and too late to regret why she’d followed the slimes out into the forest that day too as it wriggled up to her ear.

“Please...”

And then the slime plunged in, squirming into her ear with a lewd, wet squelch, filling the canal and driving deep. It was sinuous and flexible enough to worm its way in without causing her harm, even as her back arched up from the ground as if tugged there by the string of a puppeteer. Yet the slimes were the puppeteers and the queen their mistress of all, forcing the body of Fluttershy to dance to their whim, a toy to be used to further their domination of the world that they had come to love so dearly.

Fluttershy screamed but it was a hoarse, raspy kind of scream that may as well have not passed the barrier of her lips in the first place, trying to fight back, though wriggling and squirming was all she had. Her body was too heavy, too full, and she didn’t know how to best use it as the slime squirmed deeper and deeper, teasing around her brain, into her skull, the cool seepage of it cloying and claustrophobic. Her fingers twitched but she could not even bring her hands up to her head to try to, uselessly, push it out, drag it out, her cock still drooling the last squirming, slime-droplets of rainbow-seed, though that little part of her that wanted to fight back was so very slow to die.

Maybe that was why the slimes had chosen her in the first place as she went cross-eyed and collapsed to the ground again, lips parted, body twitching and convulsing faintly without the will of her active mind. For her thoughts were slowly wiped from her, teased away, replaced with nuances of slime, the cause of the slimes, how everything that she needed to do in life from that point on needed to be for the good of the slimes.

“Yes...”

She breathed out, eyes glassy and unfocused. It was only about the slimes: the slimes were everything. She did not know how she could have ever thought things were different than that as she lay there, panting heavily, yet not getting the oxygen she needed into her body while the slimes fed and made the last shifts and changes to her new body, just the way they needed her to be.

There was nothing more for her, nothing else she could do, corrupted and broken, her mind twisted beyond all belief and recognition. All she could think of was the slimes, how she had to do her best for them, how she had to overthrow the princesses to make the world habitable and perfect and everything that they could have ever possibly needed it to be. Nothing else mattered as she moaned and twisted, rocking her hips, her pussy drooling rainbow-coloured arousal, staining and marking her inner thighs, though one orgasm would not be the last of it for her.

Grunting and whimpering, she tried to roll onto her side, for she was still “Fluttershy”, just not a version of Fluttershy that had ever been seen before. There was still something to her that made her the yellow pony with the pink mane and tail, her butterfly cutie mark still in place on her buttocks, at the side of her hip. It was strange to still see that there as she tilted her head from one side to the other, working out the kinks there, though it was all she could do just to lie down on her side, every muscle in her body aching, pounding, as if she had been beaten up. Yet she could not remember what had happened to her as anything negative in the slightest, her heart filled with the warmth of being filled with the slimes, everything about them lifting her up and making her want to fight for them all the more vehemently than ever.

Her brain was fuzzy and clear at the same time, knowing in part that she had come there for a different reason than she was leaving for but unable to find it in herself to care too much about that. It wasn’t for her to worry about as she panted and rocked her hips, cock thrusting up as the slimes crowded around her, the smaller ones recognising her as their queen. Yet she could not stop and would not stop as her hips ground and rocked desperately, thrusting up as she bore down into the ground with both hooves, grinding as orgasm snarled at the back of her mind like a beast that she simply could tame.

Yet the beast was inside her and she should never have gone up against the slimes as she neighed out her climax, hands on her cock, though the real stimulation came from inside her, the influence and power of the slime working its teasing magic on her. Ropes of thick, rainbow cum flowed forth in a constant stream as if her shaft had turned, momentarily, into a fountain, for the normal methods of ejaculation no longer applied to her while she had the slime to help her alone, to show her body a better way. And her body would bear and birth so many slimes too, her nuts churning delightedly with them as they exulted in her orgasm even then, the pony but a vessel for them to be used and, later, cast aside. But it would take a long, long time, maybe even centuries, for them to lose the use of one such as her, a true slime queen embodying the best of all of them, Fluttershy heaving and panting, breasts trembling with the slime within as she slowly came down from her high.

Her mind was sharper and clearer than ever before as she finished climaxing, the stream shutting off while leaving a glistening drop of rainbow-slime at the tip of her cock. It remained half-hard outside her sheath as she stood, trembling, but her legs were stronger, something helping her up, finally working with her rather than against her.

The small slimes cheered, bobbing and bouncing, trying to all make themselves heard in their chorus of chirps and excited squeals, squeaking madly before her. They knew who she was and rejoiced in her presence, everything having come right for the pony that they had known was the right one to lead all the way back to their cave, their home. Yet it was not a home that they would have to retreat to, for safety, for much longer, no – not with their queen to protect them and defend them, to bring them forth into a new age of being unlike anything they could ever have imagined.

Fluttershy looked down, her eyes going to the last piece of her ensemble, what she would don for the rest of her life, as if it was meant to be.

For there remained a crown made of slime, hard and unyielding and the perfect adornment for the new slime queen to bear on top of her head. Grabbing at it triumphantly, she grinned madly as she placed it in its rightful place, scooting her ears slightly out to the sides, although that was yet another thing that she could not find it in herself to care about. There was nothing to concern her, only so very much to lift her up, the queen of the slimes standing tall and proud as her body shivered, the slime within her making the final touches so that she would best fit in with society as the slime queen.

Bearing the body of an Amazonian pony, muscled and strong and powerful even with her wide hips and bust to match, she placed a hand on her hips and smiled down at her subjects, the queen of the slimes presenting herself for the very first time in all her glory. She could stand tall and push her shoulder blades back, her small wings not even diminishing her stature anymore as she smiled calmly and confidently. There was no longer any need for wavering shyness in her heart or anything stuttering within her, twisting in the arms of unwelcome anxiety. She was stronger with the slime queen, as the slime queen, the two of them one and the same although a part of her knew too that the queen herself, the true queen, could separate from Fluttershy whenever she pleased.

That was good to know too, Fluttershy thought to herself, pressing her hand to her chest, between her breasts. She wanted the slime queen to be safe, even though she was the slime queen too. It was a confusing relationship but not one that she needed to worry about one bit more.

Her body was fit and passable in society, breasts and balls still large but just about right for hiding within clothes as she raised her hands triumphantly, inviting the slimes to adore her. They cheered and squirmed and wriggled for her and she relished in their adoration, standing in her rightful place as the queen of all of them, even though the sensation of slime slithering within her breasts and balls, in particular, was still poignant.

“My subjects...”

She smiled as they leapt to her attention, a multi-coloured swathe, invincible with her at their head.

“Our time has come!” She proclaimed. “Let us now bring forth an age of pleasure and slime.”

The slimes cheered, wiggling and bobbing, every single soul with her. Fluttershy’s eyes glinted, tail lifting proudly with a slick stain of slim still visible under the dock.

Ponykind would never find their world the same again.

Delight of the Slimes

Author's Note

A slime story following the corruption of the slime queen's friends as Fluttershy takes over Rainbow Dash and Applejack too with her slime infestation...

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Delight of the Slimes

Delight of the Slimes

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)
Commissioned by anonymous

“Do you know what this is all about?”

Rainbow Dash shook her head, though Applejack didn’t look convinced. Although they were futas, like all the mares in town that had been changed after Twilight’s spell gone wrong, they were stronger than most, considering Rainbow’s active lifestyle and Applejack’s work out on her family farm, just outside town.

“Ugh… Probably another tea party. You know what Shy is like. I know she means well, but how many tea parties with cute little animals can we have?”

Although Rainbow Dash secretly enjoyed the odd one, she didn’t want to do tea parties or be around Fluttershy all the time. She was a strange pony, one that didn’t always seem to know what she was doing, disconnected from the rest of the town and always off as if she was locked up in her own world.

“And those things… Did you get that box from Rarity?”

Applejack wrinkled her nose.

“Yeah, I sure did, sugar cube. But what do you think they’re all about? I brought mine with me to see if Fluttershy knows what it’s all about.”

Pausing on Fluttershy’s doorstep, Rainbow Dash nodded, her blue wings flapping lightly, a stray feather drifting off. Her rainbow-coloured mane was as bright as ever, though she wore a shirt that showed off her abs, cut just below her breasts so that it was modest enough, for the moment, while AJ covered up a little more. Her jean shorts, however, were more country than perhaps the farm pony realised. She was just comfortable in them, as form-fitting as they were.

“Hey, girls!”

Fluttershy greeted them pleasantly, though she did not quite look the same as they remembered. Had it been so long since they had hung out with her? But what was different? Was it polite to stare when something so big was different?

“Uh… Fluttershy?”

The yellow pony blinked, a soft smile on her lips. Her pink mane unfurled softly down her neck.

“Yes, Dashie? Is everything quite alright?”

The athletic pony rubbed the back of her neck, not quite sure how to raise it. Was that even something that she could say, her eyes wanting to go to Fluttershy’s chest, which was…bigger…and rounder… Not just that but her hips and butt too, her whole body thicker, curvier, though it seemed in proportion with the rise in her body shape.

“Uh… Nah, never mind.” Elbowing AJ in the ribs, Rainbow smiled brightly, too brightly. “Just thought I saw something. Anyway, where are we going?”

“Oh, I have the perfect spot for us!”

But Fluttershy had a ready smile for them, confident as the old pony and the new pony with her friends, chattering as she hooked a large wicker picnic basket over her arm. Applejack and Rainbow Dash followed, exchanging looks, though they did not quite feel comfortable discussing Fluttershy’s rather drastic change in appearance, other features of her body more dominant than they had been before. Some might have said that her soft, pink mane would have been what drew the eye of most beforehand, but it was impossible to see anything else once one realised that she looked like she had two watermelons on the front of her chest.

They did, however, keep their shoulder bags in place, bringing with them the box with the little slug thing in them, the squishy thing that looked almost as if it had a gem-like exterior. Whether they were crystals or insects, however, was another question – and a question that Fluttershy was perhaps best placed to answer when it was something that might have been a creature.

Whether Rarity, with how funny she’d been last time AJ had spoken to her on the phone, was okay or not was not a question they were all that sure that they were prepared to ask though…

The clearing in the trees was almost a mini meadow of sorts, full of butterflies and natural life, squirrels hustling along to secure food for the summer months, while they would later seek to stash and hoard for the harsher winter ones. The trees towered softly above, watching carefully over them, Fluttershy smiling as she laid out the red and white picnic blanket, the same one that she always did.

“She’s got to have noticed that she’s…different, hasn’t she?”

Rainbow Dash grabbed Applejack’s elbow, hissing in her ear. AJ rolled her eyes, though she chewed the inside of her cheek thoughtfully.

“I don’t know, hon. Do you think it could be a side effect of that spell Twi cast? It would be a weird thing just like that, wouldn’t it?”

“Dunno. It’s freaky. I mean… Her boobs!”

“Dash!” Applejack frowned, tapping her a little harder than necessary on the side of her head. “Don’t talk like that about Shy! She could hear you!”

“Yes, I can.”

They froze, a droplet of sweat sliding down the side of Applejack’s face as the orange farm hand whipped around with her hands held up.

“Aw, I’m sorry, Shy,” she rushed with her words, though honesty was always her policy. “It’s just such a big change for you, we didn’t like to ask you upfront.”

Fluttershy smiled, patting the blanket and inviting them to sit down with her. Even with her legs tucked to the side, there was an obvious bulge at her crotch that was larger than usual too (after the futa mishap, that was), though there was no way in Tartarus that either Rainbow or Applejack were going to ask about that!

“Don’t worry, girls, it’s all fine. You’re right, it does seem to be something to do with the spell. Twilight seems to think that I was closer when it got set off and I have some lingering effects. But it’s all okay.”

“Phew!”

Rainbow grinned, fluttering up in the air, her wings strong enough to easily lift herself from the ground.

“And there I was worried about you! You look awesome, Shy!”

Fluttershy giggled.

“Thanks, girls. Please – sit. Have some tea.”

There was a confidence in Fluttershy that had not been there before, all sitting and settling, teacups in hand.

“So, girls, how have things been?”

That should have been normal, but, strangely, it simply was not. Rainbow eyed up her tea suspiciously, tail tucked in close to her rump.

“Er… Fluttershy, there’s something…”

AJ elbowed her in the ribs.

“Be nice to Shy! She went to a lot of effort for this and you’ve probably already embarrassed her!”

Rainbow blushed and raised the teacup as if she was toasting with a big tankard of Apple Family cider.

“Never mind, Shy – thanks for the tea party! This is awesome!”

There was not as much sincerity in her tone as there could have been, but it was not so bad as she drank it down, even though the tea was thicker than usual. It was the light green colour that had caught Dash’s attention, though it swilled slimily around her mouth as she drank it down, though the flavour… Wow!

She had to get some more of that!

Slowly, they relaxed, moving into the normal rhythm of their friendship. Maybe there was not anything up, Applejack believing in the honesty of others with absolute certainty when it was something that she embodied in herself too.

“So…” Applejack broke a lull of peace as she finished her cup of tea, her first of many. “Fluttershy, we brought along something here that we thought you might be interested in. Rarity gave us this little slug creature…thing…and I can’t say we know what to do with it. We figured if it was some kind of critter you’d know what to do with it?”

“Oh, a creature?” Fluttershy’s eyes shone and she held out her hands for it, even though she already knew, for it was one of her many shared creations. “I’m sure I could help, I’d love to see them.”

Her tone was gentle and soft and no one thought that anything at all was out of the ordinary as she took the box gently between her hands, lifting it to her face.

“Hello, little one,” she murmured, eyes half-lidded, as if she was peering into the box without opening the lid too much. “There’s no need to be afraid, no one here is going to hurt you.”

Applejack smiled.

“See, Dashie? I knew that Shy would be able to figure this out.”

“Oh, yes, he’s a lovely one…”

“Lovely one?” Rainbow dash wrinkled her nose. “That’s not really what I’d call it.”

Fluttershy giggled, letting the slime slug out into her lap, though its outer hide shone like a fine gem, faceted and gleaming in the sunshine. Dappled shade did not grace its skin and Fluttershy trailed her fingers reverently over the skin of one of her many slimes, though the slug had only been “born” recently.

“So… Fluttershy, tell me…is a bug?”

“You could say…” Oh, but Fluttershy didn’t need to reveal all just yet, she only had to stall, drawing things out moment by moment. “They are lovely little creatures, so versatile, so good for the environment.”

“What do they do though, Shy?”

Applejack asked the question, leaning in, although her little slime slug was still tucked away safely in their box. She tilted her head, her braided mane dropping to the side. Her shirt rode up a little, scruffy after her work on the farm, though the farm pony didn’t notice that her hard abdominal muscles were on show.

“Oh, they’re very useful… Girls, you should have some more tea, your cups are empty. Now, what was I saying?”

She smiled, stalling for time, dragging it out, the ponies before her not even realising that things were about to change forever, all in the service of the slimes. Their teacups were topped up, even as Rainbow tentatively stroked the back of the slime slug.

“I suppose they are kinda cool…”

“They look after the creatures around them, Dashie, feeding our rivers, our natural ecosystems. They’ve always been here, even if we never saw them. It’s quite interesting.”

“Yeah, well,” Rainbow Dash mumbled, rolling her eyes, shifting her weight. “That kind of thing is for egg heads. I’m not interested in all…that…”

“Well, I am. Does it say anything to you Fluttershy? Can you understand the slug…thing? What should we even be here calling it?”

She smiled. They’d know soon enough.

“They like to be called slimes, just slimes. It’s what works for them, the cute little things. Drink your tea.”

Rainbow and AJ looked at their teacups again. How were they going through it so quickly? It was so weird, but it was so good too, the sort of thing that they just kept drinking and drinking without even realising how much had slipped down their throats. More from the two-thirds empty pitcher slipped own their throats, though they did not notice what was to be their ultimate demise.

Scratching the back of her neck, AJ frowned. Was her shirt getting a bit tight? It didn’t feel right, maybe it’d shrunk in the wash. Rainbow Dash was similarly uncomfortable, flapping her wings lightly, trying to shift her weight. But what neither of them realised was that their breasts, balls, cocks and bellies were slowly growing. It was like the story of a frog that was boiled alive in a pot of water, so slowly that it did not even register the pain or what was happening to it. Not that there was any pain at all for either of them, but they had to grow, considering, well…

…the slimes had to go somewhere, after all.

“Do they eat anything?” Rainbow was concerned, tipping forward, rubbing her shoulder, down her arm, but not touching a part of her body that would have given things away. “Should I go get them something to eat? We’ve not given them anything since we got them… Should we have?”

Even though she didn’t want to seem too interested, she still wanted the slime creatures to be well taken care of – that was why they had brought them to Shy, though they had been so still and so quiet in their little boxes that they hadn’t really understood either way. The slug in her hands, however, burbled and bubbled lightly, wriggling against her fingers, though its range of motion still seemed limited in a way.

“Er…”

AJ wriggled, sitting back, her eyes, too slowly, dropping.

“Fluttershy… My stomach don’t feel too good over here.”

But it was too late for them to change anything, considering that the pitcher of tea was empty, Rainbow Dash and Applejack feeling bloated and heavy, breathing more heavily. It was a disconcerting feeling, as if their mass, all of a sudden, had expanded, pulling them down into the ground, laboured and grunting very faintly, the heat rising to their cheeks.

“Well, girls… I suppose I can tell you now.”

Fluttershy grinned, the softness and lightness disappearing from her face. In its place was the hunger of the slime queen, the diva pony that she had become, all in the service of the slimes.

“What in the hay, Fluttershy?” Applejack frowned. “You’d best not be keeping any secrets from us now. You’ve hardly told us anything about these slimes to begin with.”

“Well, this particular one is one that I made with Rarity, I’m sure you can see her influence there. Whereas they do help the ecosystem, that would be the other slimes that are now in my care. This slime, on the other hand…” She smiled even more widely, beaming. “This one turns ponies into mindless, bliss consumed milk machines.”

Applejack’s and Rainbow’s jaws dropped, but Fluttershy continued before they had the chance to chip in.

“Yes, absolutely mindless with lust, a nest for slimes, cum factories. Have you not noticed yet, girls? Look down. You’re already changing.”

“What in the hay – Fluttershy! What are you doing to us!”

“Yeah, this isn’t right!”

In a rage, they leapt to their feet, Rainbow Dash’s wings beating the air, but she needed to drag herself back to her feet with them rather than lift from the ground, gaping at the huge round of her belly. Yet the pony was torn between two opposing courses of action, one in letting her rage fly forth and the other in staggering in horror at the changes in her body. For Rainbow Dash, having the conundrum in itself was part of the problem for her.

The problem did not seem to match up to the sunshine filtering down, the brightness of the day, the scent of fresh grass and flowers touching the breeze. Their clothes split across their breasts, shorts too tight around their hips and crotches, bursting at the seams as hugely growing cocks and balls exploded forth, even if their dicks were still soft. Fluttershy didn’t mind that. They’d be able to change that quickly, very quickly.

“Girls, don’t worry… The tea, you liked it so much, didn’t you? Nothing bad is going to happen to you.”

Still, she soothed them, the two ponies on their feet but too large to move, too heavy, fighting with understanding where their centre of balance was. They grunted and groaned, panting heavily as their breasts ballooned out, their stomachs huge and feeling…squirmy? Was that even a thing?

Rainbow Dash’s eyes locked onto Fluttershy, betrayal in her stare, though she couldn’t get the words out that she needed. The slime queen Fluttershy ignored the feel of her stare.

“Yes, I transformed, of course, Rarity and Sweetie Belle first, but that stunted their potential for slime growth and they merely became mindless drones. They’re still themselves, but, oh, they could be so much more than that. That is, until I developed this slime with them that perfects the pony body for the purpose of the slimes.”

Fluttershy giggled, clapping her hands while her friends dropped to their knees, the weight of their growing cocks and balls too much to bear, inflating drastically. Oh, they had so much to get used to, but that was one thing that Fluttershy would not be able to help them with. Even their nipples were fatter and thicker as if there were already slimes inside wriggling and squirming, striving to find their way out into the world.

“The perfect nest in a pony body… I created that. The perfect pony, able to birth, feed, shelter and always breed slimes, experiencing bliss forever. Rarity and Sweetie Belle will be very useful to me, but you two have a different purpose here.”

Naked where her clothes had ripped from her, AJ moaned, on all fours, though her balls and belly pressed up against one another, breasts getting in the way of her arms.

“You’ll feel it now, won’t you?” Fluttershy giggled, pressing her fingers to her lips while Dash frantically flapped her wings, trying to stay in place, not to roll off to the side on the huge round of her belly. “Of course, here, the breasts, balls, cocks and belly too grow and grow, sloshing and churning with slimes. They’ll come, for it is not natural what is inside you, girls, but it’s so much better than you could have ever imagined.”

Fluttershy smiled, watching them fight, struggling not to moan, for there was more at hand there. The slimes within them pushed out against the skin and flesh of their breasts and balls and bellies, making shapes as if they were trying to escape, though that would come through the right means. There was no worry there, they would not be harmed, though they and their bodies would forever be in the service of the slimes.

AJ moaned, wriggling on her belly and breasts, even her braid undoing. Her hair could not even stay in place when she had so much to cry out for, her body churning, aching, rumbling. There was something inside her… Yet she still didn’t understand what the slimes were as her whole body warmed through deliciously.

“You’ll feel it all inside you, girls, the slimes, sloshing, churning… Oh, it’ll feel so good. Only have you scream in bliss will you finally shoot out gallons and gallons of slimes, all for the cause of the slimes and I as their queen!”

She didn’t need to tell them everything, but, oh, it was too good of a plan to not go through and she wanted them to know, wanted them to hear everything that she had done for them. It was all that she cared for, all that she cared about, wanting everything to come through just as she needed it to be seen.

“And the Elements of Harmony?” She purred, hands pressed together as her friends fought and squirmed, though the pleasure was ever so slightly beginning to overwhelm them. “Oh… Oh, they will have a special place. You will all become slime ponies, just like me, as well as the others that are far, far too valuable to simply be turned into milk and cum factories! Isn’t that wonderful?”

But Rainbow Dash and Applejack had only heard part of that, despite everything, her words washing over them, sometimes falling on deaf ears as the growing, swelling mass of slimes inside them squirmed and begged for release. They would have thrashed if they had the strength yet to use their new bodies, their bellies bulging with the sheer mass of slimes pumping through them, generated from the slime tea that they had drunk, though the little slime slug had had their part to play too.

“No… Shy…” AJ moaned. “No, this isn’t like you… No… No, don’t do this…”

Yet the slime queen was far beyond AJ’s frame of knowledge and reference, not as her cock hardened, though it did not feel natural to her. It didn’t feel naturally hard at all, for she was not aroused, even though everything felt good, as if she was being stroked and teased all over, whimpering, grunting, moaning, head rolling back and forth. It was one of the few parts of her that she felt she could move, though Dash was in no better of a state.

The blue pegasus pony, however, was stronger than her with her wings absent from the influence of the slimes, though they had her greater weight to contend with in that regard. She fought and struggled up, just about releasing her bulging belly and balls from the ground, though it was harder than it should have been, breath heaving in her chest, breasts weighing her down.

Her nipples fattened as she thrashed, though she feared what was to come out of them as she met Fluttershy’s eyes, heaving, grunting, the yellow pony who had once been so shy flicking her wrists.

And then they couldn’t move, not at all, completely immobile rather than only semi-immobile, panting, heaving, the calm before the storm. Yet it came with a rumbling churn, a blast driving up from the pit of their beings where all the slimes resided, in their breasts, balls and bellies, aching for release.

Rainbow Dash could not help but let out a neigh as they all spilt forth, a heaving, seething mass of cum, the slimes festering, feeding, slurping up inside them. Their cocks jerked and twitched in unison, though there was an erratic nuance to the pulse of them, how slops of cum poured forth, spilling out. Yet the pleasure of it all powered through them in pounding wave after wave of ecstasy coursing through, taking them for a ride from which there was no escape for them.

“Ohhhh…”

“Mmmmm…”

Their cries did not seem as if they were great enough for the situation, on their knees and all fours respectively, rocking and grinding, humping against their hands, their arms, cocks up between their own heaving tits. Anything at all that they could grind against they did, seeking out pleasure, losing themselves, if only a bit. They couldn’t resist the pleasure, how their skin tingled in the dappled bliss of the glade, no one out there, no one at all, to help them, to save them, their bodies at the whim and use of the slime queen.

Fluttershy stood tall and proud over them, watching over her charges, the first of the Elements of Harmony that would become just like her. And, oh, they would know what was to come of their lives, what a gift it was that she had given them as they pumped out more and more seed, creamy cum coating the ground around them until both AJ and Dash were seated in pools of cum. Yet the cum was only the start of it, the slimes still within them, working deeper, helping to make sure that their bodies were primed and ready for all that Fluttershy had in store for them. Even inside the bodies of lusty subjects, the slimes were always there in service of the slime queen and the slime queen alone.

They knew of nothing else.

Fluttershy murmured, her friends holding onto their dicks for dear life, even though their climaxes kept going and going, as if there was to be no end at all to them. As much as they groaned and whimpered, begging breathlessly for relief, they could barely come down from their highs, kneeling in puddles of cum, the pearly cream swilling around their bodies.

They dropped to the ground, even though they still wanted to fight, splashing through their seed as they fought with all their might to stagger back up to their feet.

“Fluttershy…”

“Can’t do…this…”

“We’re not…slaves…”

“No, darlings, you’re so much more than that.”

The slime queen grinned as she spread her wings, the Elements of Honesty and Loyalty standing before her, though they swayed as if they were about to fall over again, their cocks still hard. Of course, they would still be hard. It would be impossible for them to soften while her influence was upon them. And her slimes had nicely prepared their bodies for her, settling deep into their systems, allowing the space for something new, something far more befitting the slime queen than merely infecting them with the slime tea.

That had only been the beginning. And now their bodies had the space within them for the slimes from her body to truly take up residence.

Applejack tottered forward, as if to charge, but Fluttershy was too quick for her. Her body expanded, breasts bursting from her shirt, taking on the true form of the slime queen, her body showing where the slimes were contained within. Although her breasts and balls, not to mention her cock, had been large before, there was no holding back as her body expanded massively, far surpassing even the swollen forms of Applejack and Rainbow Dash before her, a wicked giggle playing across her lips.

“Nowhere to run, girls, now… Be good for the slime queen!”

There was no thought in the slime queen’s mind that what she was doing was at all wrong as she pointed her gigantic dick, several good feet in length, at the ponies, nuts bulging thickly. There was something in there, something that the slime queen was set to let loose, two thick tentacles bursting from her cock, swarming up the length of it from her nuts, aimed directly at her friends. Well, one would have wondered if they were her friends anymore, Fluttershy’s body having expanded so much, finally showing the true might and power of the slime queen.

They fought and squirmed, yet the tentacles did not even trap them in bondage as they shot down the cocks of each, one tentacle to each pony, AJ letting out a high-pitched squeal that did not seem natural at all coming from her lips. Rainbow Dash tried to leap back but the massive wobbling of her nuts threw her off balance, the tentacle spearing straight down the full length of her fat cock into her nuts.

Those were not the extent of it, however, more tentacles streaming forth from Fluttershy’s member, slimes formed into them, though they were firm enough to be bent to Fluttershy’s will. The slime queen could change the consistency of the slimes and shapeshift her body to suit her will and needs at any time, laughing with her head thrown back as more tentacles penetrated their nipples, three tentacles each grinding into the bodies of the ponies she was converting.

“Isn’t it wonderful, girls?”

Fluttershy giggled, eyes sparkling as her friends were caught, moaning, not knowing what to do as their bodies responded to the stimulation. Even though it was nothing that they had experienced before, the bliss was still there, a warm pulse of ecstasy driving through in such a way that it simply could not be ignored.

“Please… Fluttershy,” Applejack pleaded, not too proud to do so as she spread her legs, trying to balance even as the tentacles threatened to throw her off balance. “Don’t do this. We can make this right again, we can help you.”

But the pony that they had once known only laughed and shook her head, her pink mane and tail a little more ruffled and wilder than they usually were. In the form of the slime queen, they suited her better than ever, her body thick, voluptuous, nuts churning and squirming, showing all the very many, many slimes that were contained within.

“I own this garden, girls… There’s no one here, not this far away from town, that will be able to hear you. No one will rescue you, but it’s better this way. Give in to the slimes and everything will be alright, I promise.”

Applejack snorted, ears pinned back, the fight still in her. She grasped at a tentacle ramming into her breasts, her nipple stretched around its pummelling, thrusting length, trying to force it back out, even digging her nails in as if that would change anything. But she had to try, had to fight, sweating as her body heated up, fear clawing at her heart.

It wasn’t the Fluttershy she knew before her, no. She knew that and it still made her heart ache in a way that she didn’t want to acknowledge, not in the slightest. The tentacle, however, was too slick and too wriggly for her to yank it free from her breast, no matter how hard she tried, though nothing was coming from it. AJ didn’t know whether that was a good or a bad thing.

Dash was more acrobatic, to the limits that her new body permitted, in striving to rid herself of the tentacles. Whereas she could have tried to tug them free, like AJ, her strength lay in her wings and she shouted and yelled, using her wings to take flight from the ground, hurling her body backwards. The tentacles merely extended to come along with her as Fluttershy chuckled, lips closed and pressed together, her eyes dancing.

“Oh, Dashie… Come back here now.”

She retracted her tentacles a little, drawing Dash back towards her, even as the rainbow pegasus said many unladylike words that she, honestly, would never have said in Fluttershy’s presence – not under normal circumstances, that was. But things had changed and there was no stopping the rampant slime queen as she hauled Rainbow Dash and Applejack before her, lips parted in a grin that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Stay still, girls… This is going to feel amazing for you!”

They did not agree with that, but they were helpless to do anything else about it as more tentacles caught their wrists and ankles, keeping them spread-eagled and right where the slime queen wanted them to be. Fluttershy’s moans rose and rose as her hands fell to her own thick length, cock trembling, balls violently shifting, churning, as if something inside wanted to be free of them. Yet the slimes and slugs pouring down her cock, up through her tentacles and into their less than willing victims knew exactly where to go, Rainbow Dash letting out a scream that was very unlike her.

“No – Fluttershy! Ahhhhhh!” She twisted and contorted, pressing down on her balls as if she could them from flowing into her nuts, the churning, writhing mass of slime slugs pouring into her thickly. “Stop it! You can’t do this to us!”

Yet that was the extent of the breath she had to cry out with, her body aching, beaten and broken, as much as Rainbow might have liked to think otherwise. More tentacles shot out, a horrific mass of pink just like her mane and tail, driving into their mouths to seal away their screams, pushing up into their backsides too to plug their behinds. The only blessing of them was that they were soft and malleable enough, Fluttershy controlling them, that the harsh penetration caused them no pain at all, not even as the tentacles forced their way down their throats, ensuring that the slimes were deposited into exactly the right places.

The slime that had changed their bodies was, of course, still present in their systems, though it would take a more passive role, working away at changing the genetic makeup of their bodies, ensuring that they were the best hosts for slimes to be cared for and born at all times. The real slimes that would cause them the most squirming delight (and horror) came from Fluttershy as they were pumped into their breasts, inflating them further so that they were at least four feet across and still growing. They did not match the size of the slime queen, however, Fluttershy smirking, her wings raised and her arms lifted high.

“Yes, my slimes… Our time has come!”

That was the slime queen in her speaking, little plants and stones and things that didn’t look slime-like at all shifting and wriggling around the clearing. For they had been around them the whole time, the slimes that were not contained within a host body, squeaking and chirping, praising their adoration of their slime queen with every pulse of slimes that she forced into the bodies of her very much less than willing victims.

Never had Rainbow and AJ seen their bodies so pumped up and swollen, though it was difficult for them to see around the tentacles stuffing their mouths too. Their bellies churned as thick slimes were forced down their throats into their stomachs, swelling and inflating, bulging with the writhing mass of too much for their bodies to naturally hold. Yet the slimes had changed their bodies more than enough to allow them to take it, balls aching, rumbling with need.

Yet they had expelled most of their cum, the power of the slimes and the slime queen ensuring that an adequate holding was left behind for all the slimes that were left to come. They grunted and groaned, eyes wide with fear, though the whites of their eyes could no longer be seen. There was worry there, a deeper, thrumming concern, yet exhaustion could not play on the edge of terror for so long, marked with sweat, drool slipping out of the corner of their lips.

“That’s right, girls… Give in to it.”

Fluttershy smirked, leaning forward a little, stroking and rubbing her own cock, her belly, her tits, showing them where the slimes were in her body, what she was doing for the cause of the slimes. They would come to understand, in time, she was sure, but the Elements of Harmony would always prove to be the strongest of all ponies.

To succumb before the slimes was their fate as Rainbow hunched over, fingers closing, though making a fist would not save her in any way. The tentacles allowed it, only needed to hold her in place, though the trembling pegasus pony could not bear any more as the tension within her swelled and swelled. She didn’t want to admit how it shifted to pleasure as moments passed, the tension bulging in her balls, the swelling and push of the slimes filling them, bloating them up to four feet wide, like her tits before, and then larger still, straining as if they were going to burst free.

Of course, there was only one way that the slimes would find their way out of their bodies again and that would only come to pass when she was content with what was in place. She had to control them, show them the way of the slimes, that praising the slimes, her as the slime queen, was the only way forward that Fluttershy could envision.

AJ struggled the most, her muscles bulging, though Fluttershy merely tightened the grip of her tentacles around her, demonstrating her far greater strength, how things had changed to such an extent that it could no longer go back to the way things were before. Her tits grew the most, heaving forward, six feet and then eight feet and then ten – greater! – in size, wobbling and heaving, her fingers trying to come to them, to feel the slimes within. The explosive expansion should not have turned to pleasure as she tried to fight back, though being pinned in place was all in fate that was left to her.

“Nnnnoooooommmph…”

No words. No protest. Fluttershy would not have that. Fluttershy’s nuts emptied themselves into their bodies, pump after pump, following the path of the tentacles to fill mouths and balls and breasts alike. The tentacles squirmed delightedly within their breasts, swilling about in the sloppy, slime-filled space within, ramping up the pleasure, finding nerve-endings that the ponies had never considered before and, frankly, would never have to think about again. They were subjects of the slime queen and no future would take them away from that.

Applejack grunted and tried to stand, clinging to the tentacles, though Fluttershy admired her determination, how she clung to the tentacles, her fingers digging into them.

“That’s right, Applejack, dear, show me your strength. Show me what a wonderful host you will be for my slimes.”

She was strong, powerful, and yet there was little she could do in the face of Fluttershy’s dominance, crying out, shuddering, trembling, the pleasure overwhelming. Her breasts bloomed and blossomed, as large as Rainbow Dash’s, though AJ’s head spun, losing her sense of self as her world devolved, completely and utterly, into one of pleasure.

Slimes churning through them, becoming one with the slime queen. How the slimes wriggled and squirmed, all with minds of their own, knowing the purpose of them being in the world, despite the ponies not accepting them, not yet. They ate up any cum that remained, even though they would force their bodies to produce it to sustain them, to increase their virility and vitality, the slimes feeding on them, lusting for and enjoying their bodies to the full extent of their abilities. Rainbow’s cock trembled as if she was about to ejaculate, her balls feeling so heavy, her stomach rounding out softly with the swell of so many slimes, though the tension within was such that neither of their bellies sagged at all.

“There now, girls…”

There was an unexpected gentleness in Fluttershy’s voice as her tentacles slowed and shifted, easing back and forth slowly, patiently, even though they knew what they had to do. The slimes had been deposited into their charges as was right and she drew them back slowly, slugs of slime spilling heavily from the gaping, exposed orifices that were left in their wake.

“Ohhhhhhh…”

Rainbow and AJ moaned in unison, panting and heaving, grabbing at their tits, their balls, their bellies and their dicks, even though they didn’t know what to do, just where it was that their hands had to go. There were too many slimes within them, wriggling within, their bodies nothing more than hosts to a greater power, pleasure aching, trembling, threatening to spill over. The slime slugs melted into them, making more changes with their bodies as they merged with them, though the extremeness of it all was yet to come.

“Ahhhhh! Ssshhhyyyyyyyy!”

Rainbow could not stop the squeal from bursting from her as, finally, her dick exploded in length, shooting out, each pulse of something like orgasm coursing through them making them explode. Their bellies, which had been nicely swollen before, rose with shuddering pulse after pulse until they appeared greater than nine months pregnant, perhaps even with twins or triplets, about to pop and their breasts inflating to become the perfect holders for more and more slimes. Their sexuality could not be held in question while their bodies were manipulated to suit the cause of the slimes, more slimes bulging through their nuts as they rested on the ground, more than an easy seat for the ponies to rest on, if they so chose.

Yet it was that very choice that had been taken from them.

“You are perfect, girls.”

Their balls were as big as Fluttershy’s, the slime queen shown in her full glory, a smile on her face, though it was no longer gentle. Each nut was double the size, at least, of a full-size beach ball, breasts larger than their bodies, dwarfing their forms as if their musculature was no longer of any significance. All the while, their breasts and dicks and even their lips leaked and slurped slimes, though most remained inside, doing their work right where they belonged.

Their bellies felt as if they were growing still, but they were mostly rumbling, the slimes working away deep inside, not only in their stomachs but their guts and intestines, shifting them. For they would have to allow the slimes to meld and shift with their bodies too, becoming a deeper part of them, present everywhere. The slimes, after all, were not a singular entity, not in the slightest, but a force to be reckoned with, something changing, fluctuating, but always with the headiness of intense pleasure in mind.

They pushed through the ponies bodies, many tiny forms dominating them, even as Fluttershy giggled, her tentacles wiggling within them, showing them just how weak they were, how little they could do to even fight back. There was no hope for them, none at all, as she played with their bodies, their minds and their emotions. The breaking was going to prove to be, in time, one of her favourite parts.

“The slimes were always the way, girls. You should have known that.”

Dash grunted, licking her lips the best she could, tonguing the tentacle there. Yet it did no good, the slick, honey-like taste of it making her want to lap more, though even that thought horrified her. It was not right, not right at all, yet her body jerked and warped, guts grumbling, balls trembling with an otherworldly force.

Their cocks hardened, without the influence of the slimes. That was all them, the girth so thick around that to penetrate a pony would take a great deal of magic indeed, the width of their waists but not quite their hips. They would need every bit of their muscle to lug them about, but their hardening cocks pushed right up between their tits, squeezing between their cleavage as Applejack, on her knees and wanting to try, at the very least, to stagger up again, whimpered softly.

“Oh… Ohhh…”

If she held on, maybe she would remain herself, maybe she could cling on for a few moments longer. Maybe things would be okay, if only she could hang on for a little bit longer. But it was not to be.

The queen of the slimes would not allow that to happen.

While they were weakened, the perfect subjects “willing” for her attention, she smiled and patted her cock, letting thinner, slimmer tendrils of tentacles slip into them. No longer did Rainbow and Applejack need to be restrained as extreme sexual exhaustion weighed their bodies down, already seeking out the pleasure that would make them feel so good, so very good – no. No, they were perfect as they were, their passion throbbing, pulsing, cocks drooling a mixture of very light cum and slimes that were keen to show their purpose.

“Stay still, girls… This is your fate now. Isn’t it wonderful?”

The slime queen truly believed that for herself too as she wiggled the tendrils deep into the noses and ears of both ponies, writhing them deep, into their brains, sinking in a touch of slime magic. Although they tried to bring shaking hands up to the tendrils, there was nothing they could do, caught in a state of constant helplessness, fingers trembling, muscles aching.

No… No. Sometimes, it was better to just accept their fates. Maybe it would be easier that way. Maybe the other Elements of Harmony would be able to help them. Who knew? Either way, it was finally out of their control, forevermore.

There was no coming back after they had been changed by the slime queen.

Rainbow moaned, her fingers weakly finding Applejack’s as they clung to one another, seeking some minor sense of stability in a moment that was drastically out of their control. Fluttershy pumped slime slug after slime slug right up into their brains, stripping them of their final senses of self, the reality that the two of them had, before, known for themselves.

There was only one way for them to be, only one way to live, going forward, moans rolling forth, rising through them, grunting weakly in the back of their throats. Their pupils dilated as their breasts and balls became even more sensitive and tender, wanting that lust to be theirs once again, cocks dripping and drooling as if they simply could not control themselves.

They never needed to be in control of themselves, not ever again. That was for the slime queen to worry about.

They climaxed, though they were hardly aware of it, set back from the moment that they should have been upfront and present for, Fluttershy forcing their bodies to experience so much pleasure, ecstasy trembling forth, that it was all they would ever crave.

“My little pleasure addicts…” She smiled. “Doesn’t that have a nice ring to it?”

Fluttershy giggled, her eyes dancing, sparkling with light, finally taking up her true position and stead as the slime queen. They would be nothing without her slime slugs changing them, transforming them into pleasure addicts, seeking out pleasure to the exclusion of all else. Of course, she could have them go about their normal lives too, but there was still more that she could do for them and them for her, all in the service of the slimes and pursuit of a higher power.

AJ weakly moaned, shuddering in place, cumming hard, each orgasm blasting her body, shaking her from her soul, skin twitching and flinching as it jumped lightly. She moaned and moaned, unable to hold back, forgetting who she was, why she was there, whose hand she was even holding. All she knew was the churning pulse of slimes within her felt so good, too good, the kind of good that made her hungry for more of that good, all that she could lean into, seek out for herself, again and again.

Rainbow Dash was no better, her wings hanging down loosely against her back as she grunted, eyes closing, forgetting her reality. With AJ close, all she could do was scream out her pleasure, throat hoarse with lusty joy, expelling everything and even a deluge of slimes from her balls in a rainbow of colours. The springs of lusty shapes and wriggling delight in the slimes was impossible to ignore as they climaxed harder and harder, the slimes infiltrating their minds, locking in their control.

Never again would either pony have an original thought, one that would not be in the service of the slimes. Never again would they choose to do anything but to serve the slimes. Fluttershy had claimed them for her cause, the slime queen resplendent in her dominance as, finally, they turned adoring eyes up to her.

“Mmmph…”

“Yes…”

“Praise be to the slime queen…”

“Praise to the slimes…”

“Yes, my subjects… You are everything that I dreamed!”

Fluttershy’s wings flapped, the slimes writhing and squirming inside her, as much a part of her as she was a part of them. Ooze and slime coated her subjects, slopping from their tits, their breasts open for tentacles, cocks – anything that she wanted to use them for. Her slimes would always have a home within their bodies, able to change them to their will, though she could not wait to see just how she could use Applejack and Rainbow Dash in her plans to come.

They slumped down in a mess of slime and cum and more, though their bodies would need time to adjust to the slimes. There may be little need to have them produce much cum going forward, but that was a decision that the slime queen would make as and when was needed. Nothing was permanent when it came to the slimes, except for the breaking of the minds of her subjects, infiltrating them with slimes, and she could change them as she pleased, the ideal hosts and subjects.

“Urrrfff…”

Rainbow whimpered, her cock still twitching, ecstasy overcoming her. She needed it, needed something, unable to help herself at the time where it could have mattered the most. The slime queen, ever so slightly, let down her guard, and yet Rainbow and AJ were powerless to do anything, licking up the slime, their own cum, too lost in it to find anything at all where they could care.

Only pleasure mattered. Only the slimes mattered.

“There now, girls… Now, your queen will take care of you.”

She picked them both up, slinging AJ over one shoulder and cradling Rainbow in her other arm, her face squashed into her breast. The closeness of their bodies did not matter, for she had more than enough strength in her, as the slime queen, to carry them, defying what her frail, small pony body may have been like – if she had not had her muscle, curves and the slimes influencing her, of course. The slime queen always took what was needed for her subjects, nothing holding her back.

Her plan was coming along very, very nicely… And there were more of the Elements of Harmony still to convert, to bring over to her cause.

The slimes would swarm, taking over the world.

“The slime queen takes all.”

As it was supposed to be.

Corruption of the Slimes

Author's Note

The slime queen, Fluttershy, goes out to convert one of her best friends and her sister...

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Corruption of the Slimes

Corruption of the Slimes

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)
Commissioned by anonymous

A continuation of Becoming the Slime Queen.

“Oh, Fluttershy, you really shouldn’t have done that for us.”

Rarity smiled, relaxing on the sofa while Fluttershy hovered, though her friend did look quite different to how she used to. That wasn’t all that strange when it came to ponies, after all, for there were always bits and bobs of magic floating about to change their form and shape, however they pleased, but Fluttershy… Rarity shook her head, her smile tightening. A lady’s figure was not a subject that one broached lightly and even Rarity was not quite sure how to play it off as she worried about Fluttershy’s larger hips, how there seemed to be more “down there”, to put it politely, though that just wasn’t polite to mention at all! Even her breasts were larger too, dominating her figure, though those were, by far, the most normal part of her changes that Rarity could pick out of the mix.

“It’s no trouble at all, Rarity, I wanted to do it.”

The item in question sat on the coffee table before them, although Fluttershy had not yet touched her coffee, leaving it to cool. It was not Rarity’s fault, after all, that she didn’t know that Fluttershy would no longer need or want to drink coffee when other things drove her onward. The taste of food and drink no longer would hold much appeal and meaning to her, not while she had the slime dominating her, the essence of the slime queen herself turning her into the slime queen in pony form.

Of course, Rarity was not to know that and fudged and faffed, waving her hand delicately, striving to find a way, oh, any way, that she could bring up Fluttershy’s changes that would not be seen as uncouth. However, the brightly wrapped gift that Fluttershy had brought, box-shaped, of course, offered a distraction as they talked, resting on the small table by the door of Rarity’s tastefully designed living room.

Living there with her sister Sweetie Belle, who had long ago grown out of being the little filly that Rarity adored, the sisters had found a life for themselves in the growing town of ponies, though they still enjoyed visiting their parents from time to time, as many did. The thing was, despite the passing of time, Sweetie Belle’s curiosity had not depleted in the slightest or tempered as she peeked around the door.

She suppressed a giggle but she had nothing to fear as Rarity was so wrapped up in conversation with Fluttershy that she didn’t notice Sweetie taking the box. One moment everything was normal and the next Sweetie’s pale-coated hands flashed out, snatching it up and whipping back around the door frame, out of sight.

The pony bounded up the stairs with her heart in her mouth, for the tag on the parcel had her name on it and, really, who was going to tell her that it was rude to open it. Of course, she would have to go back to thank Fluttershy for the gift at the end of it, but she was too excited to have a present and to open one, something that didn’t usually happen except for birthdays and Hearth’s Warming Eve. It was a delight to enjoy and she tucked her curly purple and pink mane back behind her twitching ears, not able to keep the grin from her face as much as her tail twitched back and forth through the seat of her jean-shorts.

“What… Come on…”

Sweetie Belle pursed her lips, trying to slide her finger under the ribbon sealing the gift shut, though it seemed to have been stuck down with something, although she couldn’t see any tape. She wasn’t going to open it fully, sneaking it back before the two slightly older ponies realised that it was gone, so she had to take extra care. Fun and games were all well and good as long as she didn’t get caught and the gift would have to be immaculate when she put it back on the table.

She grumbled under her breath, trying to work it free, but it was the lid that popped open, cracking a little, though it was too dark inside (of course) to see what was there. It was hollow but for something heavy that lay on the bottom of the box, however, the ribbon keeping the lid mostly in place as she flopped back on the bed, holding it up, trying to see. If she tilted it just right so that the light fell into the slit…

But it was not her interest that entered the pink and blue box but a slime that erupted forth, a wriggling, slithering serpent that lunged for her with the intent of a creature with a single purpose in life. Gleaming in a deep, royal blue, the slime made not a single sound as it came for her, easily squirming through the gap in the box, Sweetie Belle gasping, hands flying up, box tumbling to the floor.

She grabbed for it, holding back a shriek in her shuddering chest, yet the pounding of her heart could not be quelled so easily as the strange substance slipped through her fingers, like living jelly. It squirmed and writhed and lunged for her all the more determinedly, landing on her chest, a little of the top curve of her breasts exposed by the low-cut shirt she was wearing, not expecting to have to be dressed for the outside world that day. She had not expected visitors, much less one that was so interested in her, and she broke out in a cold, dripping sweat as she grabbed for the slime-serpent all over again, holding in her squeals as much as her throat ached.

“Sweetie Belle – we’re going out for a bit!”

Rarity called up the stairs, Sweetie Belle left alone with the slime, slithering over her breasts and dripping through her fingers, though it still held its shape, which was something at least. If it made a mess, they’d find out all the more swiftly that she’d taken the box without them seeing, even if it had been for her. Sweetie Belle cursed under her breath, dimly aware of shouting something that sounded normal back at Rarity, the house to herself while the slime wriggled between her breasts.

She couldn’t let Rarity know what had happened, what was happening, even as the writhing slime-serpent jostled her off the bed, landing on the carpet with a thump that should have resounded through the whole house. But there was no one left there to hear her as she shrieked, the slime rushing down her front, making a long tentacle-like shape down between her breasts. It but a moment, it had somehow managed to worm its way into her underwear, revealing to it that she was just like the other ponies in Ponyville in that she possessed both male and female genitalia, making her a hermaphrodite just like Fluttershy and Rarity.

“What are you – help me!”

There was no time for her to work out what the slime wanted as she tried with all her might to get it out again, scraping at her clothes and tugging even as the slime wriggled about in her underwear, pressing up to her soft length in the strangest of ways. Squealing and screaming, she fought to get her trousers off along with her rather demure panties (well, it wasn’t as if she was expecting to impress anyone with them that night so pink hearts and stars it was for her) the slime revealed.

Alas, that in itself was her undoing as it coiled around her nuts, cradling her balls as if they were a treasure to be adored, even if it was not only them that the slime-serpent sought. Sweetie Belle gasped as it swirled and wrapped itself around her cock, longer and more flexible than she had realised when it had been in the box. Yet she didn’t have time to work out how to get it off her genitals as it reared back like a snake and shot down her cock, forcing itself into the slit at the time to burrow deep.

Time slowed, Sweetie Belle’s eyes practically bulging out of her skull in a way that could have been comical under less dire circumstances. The slime wormed its way down her shaft, the thickness of her length easily swelling to accommodate it as it penetrated a hole that she had never before considered using in such a way. Breath caught in her throat, opening and closing her mouth several times over before her voice, or some broken semblance of it, was returned to her. Slime oozed around the head of her cock as it squelched noisily and lewdly into her like some sex act, as if she was in the throes of passion, but there was nothing passionate about how it penetrated her.

Slick and practically drooling with slimy enjoyment, knowing that its purpose was being completed at that very moment, the slime penetrated her shaft deeply, forcing its way through until it found her balls, pooling into them, despite the end of it remaining outside. That didn’t matter though as it wriggled and squirmed, finding itself trapped and yet exactly where it needed to be. The hold that it had found squeezed around it as if trying to push it out but the slime wasn’t going anyway as it writhed, building up to the crescendo of all that it had been sent there to do.

Her shriek was the only thing rooting her in the moment, heart pounding with frantic fear, clinging to the serpent as it sent something into her. It was so thick that it made her cock bulge but there was not a moment in which to marvel at the fact that it did not make her length ache in the slightest, despite it forcing open a hole that was never meant to be penetrated by something so large. The blue slime-serpent wriggled back and forth as if to make itself more comfortable but only it knew what its purpose was, how it was going to transform Sweetie Belle into something that even she could never have imagined.

Sweetie Belle’s hands closed around the base of the slime-serpent, clinging to it resolutely, fingers digging into the surface. Fortunately for her, she had enough grip for the slippery, slimy surface to not render her attempts futile, though the slime was already in position and she may as well have given up right there and then, for her fate was sealed.

Sweetie Belle gasped and squirmed, twisting her head back and forth.

“Mmmmph… Oh…”

Those sounds didn’t seem quite right coming from her lips but she no longer felt as if she had any control over her body as she tried with all her might to wrench the slime back out. Something poured into her, pumped forth, yet she could not tell what, her balls aching, growing before her very eyes.

What was happening to her? She wanted to touch her balls, to see just what was changing, what was being forced into her, but she didn’t dare let go of the slime-serpent, even though her efforts were futile. For the slime was one of the slime queen’s very own creations, designed entirely to create more and more slimes just like itself, filling her nuts and cock with them, bloating them up and out, more and more and more…

She squealed but the slimes were already multiplying, the blue slime that had started it all the main instigator, spilling forth more and more as they grew from its body, pouring forth in an unstoppable horde and flood. There was nowhere for them to go but deep up into Sweetie Belle’s balls, forcing them to inflate, skin stretching and straining to take every last one of the slimes that pumped them up so drastically and dramatically. As much as her hands came down on her nuts, one still gripping the slime furtively, she could not squash them down, terror coursing through her as her mane clung to the back of her neck with sweat.

“No…” Her breath came shortly and sharply, clawing at her throat. “No, no, no, no, nononononono!”

But she couldn’t do anything, watching on in horror, a passive player in her own life. Her balls churned and swelled, though the bloat of them was not smooth in the slightest as the many, many slimes pumped them up. She could see them clearly through the skin of her sack, how they wriggled against and over one another, though the size of them could not be determined. Although she did not have that much time to think, they felt as if they were all different sizes, give or take, digging down deep and bringing with them a tenacious burst of pleasure too.

Oh, it was that pleasure that made the whole thing far more confusing than it needed to be, a little more slipping in as her grip weakened, holding on for all that she thought she had to do. Her balls hung down heavily to the ground, the size of melons, shocking in how they spilt forth, the weight of them such that she doubted that she would even be able to stand. Sweetie made a disgusted sound in the back of her throat, though she had far more important things to think about rather than being grossed out.

Slime… Yes, they were slimy, she decided, though not even the tight grip of her digging, prying fingers could withdraw the slime from her dick, the length standing up as if it was hard but she couldn’t even tell if it was at that moment or not. Nothing made sense and her body was no longer her own, no longer under her control as she gasped and shuddered, breasts heaving in a roll of breath that did nothing to ease the tightness in her lungs. Her muscles contracted, tightening where they tried to protect her, not knowing that nothing in the world could protect her from the wrath of the slimes as they burrowed in deep.

Her balls bloated, swelling as the slime-tentacles wriggled within her, seeming to plump and grow as they feasted on something. It was hard to say, at least in her case, just what they were doing to her body as she whimpered and groaned, glancing desperately at the door, even though no one was there or coming to rescue her. She could not have possibly been expected to know how slime-infection worked, how it was focused entirely on her nuts and all that it could take from them, letting them swell larger and larger and larger, churning and rippling with bubbling slime.

“Oh… Oh, no…”

She shuddered and trembled, head tipping back, wriggling so that she was against the side of the bed, although that was a faux sense of support. There was nothing that could support her as the serpent pumped its load deep inside her nuts, her cock swollen and bulging, though at least that was constant. The churning pulse of her balls was something that claimed her mind even then, the roughness of the old carpet under her bare backside hardly a sensation, even then, that her mind could drift to.

Pump.

She licked her lips, turning her head quickly from one side to the other.

Pump.

It didn’t help.

Pump.

The slime-serpent wriggled deeper, the mare losing her grip a little more on it as her legs spread.

Pump.

How much more could she take as her nuts swelled, as large as footballs and swiftly growing, at least to her eyes? Everything was heightened and, trembling, she brushed her balls with the fingertips of her free hand, holding on tightly to the slime-serpent with the other, though she should have known that there was no sense in resisting. As it corrupted her, infesting her nuts with slime, the rippling, bubbling surface of her nuts bloated out more and more, tense and unyielding as her body was forced to accommodate far more than it was ever supposed to.

That was far from the end of it, however, as she nipped at her lip, tucked her head down to her chest, tried to think of something else, anything else, something that could take her away from the moment at hand. Yet the pleasure was far, far too great for even her to ignore, her cock throbbing as if she had both hands wrapped around it and was pumping furiously. She had been a moderate size before but the slime-serpent was already set on making changes to her body, inflating her shaft a little more, even then, to make it a more fitting size for depositing its slime down. After all, her cock would have to ultimately match her balls when it was good and done with her, the length large enough and thick enough, the girth swollen, to be able to spread the new slime in her nuts further than ever before.

She tried not to feel it, she really did, grasping and clutching at the bed sheets and dragging them halfway off her pretty, pink bed. But there was nothing she could do, helplessness washing over her in tangent with pleasure, ecstasy prodding and probing at the back of her mind. It begged to be let in and Sweetie Belle whimpered, shaking her head over and over, even though it was inevitable.

You’re going to give in anyway.

The pony could not have said whether that thought was her own or not but she could barely understand it, panting and huffing, cheeks puffed out comically with breath. Yet not breathing fully and evenly was not going to save her from the insistence of the slime-serpents as she groaned deep in the back of her throat, losing control as a little more of the slime slid into her cock, her fingers digging into it deeply.

Her horn glowed, sparking out flutters of blue magic, orgasm pulling at her mind more and more urgently. Yet, still, she didn’t want to give in to it, the ecstasy that was coming whether she wanted it to or not. Snorting, she wrenched her head back, squeezing the slime-serpent more vehemently, even trying to drag it out even though a part of her mind knew and understood fully that there was no point, no sense, in that.

And, when orgasm came it was the most blissful of them all, her shriek echoing through the empty house that she could no longer decide whether she was thankful for or not. If someone was there, maybe they could have stopped the corruption, but it was all lost and done, the slime-serpent wriggling a little deeper still, only a fingers width remaining outside Sweetie Belle’s cock. The pony whimpered and moaned but was entirely unaware of just what was happening to her as the slimes slurped up her seed, devouring it as swiftly as her body was able to produce it, taking all the nutrition and sustenance that they needed from that part of her body. It was, after all, just what they were designed for.

The mare’s head fell back shakily against the bed, shorts and underwear tangled somewhere around her ankles, just above her feet, though she was too far gone to even think about pausing to remove them completely. All there was for Sweetie was pleasure, wave after wave of it swamping her, drowning her, sweeping her up and away in a tidal wave. Her reality was left behind, the world that she knew and love, knowing only pleasure – the pleasure that the slimes gave her as her nuts throbbed and ached, churning with a delirious load of slime.

The slimes relished in it, even the one within her cock, the instigator of it all, squirming delighting, relishing in all that it could do and would do to the pony that would become its host. She would lose all sense of herself, in time, dedicating her life and body to the slime’s cause, the cause of the Slime Queen who would lead them forth. That was all that the slime knew and it squirmed within her nuts, having wriggled down the majority of her cock, her fingers finally losing their grip on it as it slid fully into her nuts.

Sweetie knew nothing of that, tipping to the side and slumping to the carpet as her hips rocked demandingly, hands on her cock. She pumped and stroked her own length as if her life depended on it, knowing nothing else. Oh, it was there, she knew it was, the pleasure that she had to take, if only she could reach out and grab it for her own. After the first climax, all she wanted was another one and another one, the slimes working their influence on her, changing her as they pleased. The size of her cock remained inflated, thicker and meatier, after that first orgasm but there were so many more to come that Sweetie was surely a fool of a mare to think that, maybe, that was all there was to it.

No… No, there was so much more, orgasm after orgasm fighting and striving so very desperately to flow forth, although the slime plugged up her cock so perfectly that it had nowhere at all to go. It was forced to be devoured by the slimes, the wriggling, fattening serpents, eating it all up so that they could grow, their power developing, taking over both her body and her mind without the pony even knowing. It was more than she could have imagined, more than she could have ever wanted, but it was beyond anything that Sweetie had thought was possible, ejaculating seemingly nothing all over again. Her lips were parted without any sound coming out, throat dry and raspy, yet she simply could not stop bucking and thrusting her hips, rocking and humping and grinding as if her life depended on it. Who knew, maybe it did?

She just had to keep thrusting, she thought through a haze of sweltering pleasure. If she did that, kept doing that, everything would be okay, everything would come right. She knew it would, dreamed it would, pushing on more and more, a moan on her lips, however faint it was. There was so much for her there as her balls ached and tingled strangely, every sensation new to her. Her hands flattened over her nuts, feeling how they rose into wriggling lumps with the slimes inside slipping and slithering over one another, intent on their mission, even if she did not know what that was. They wanted her, wanted to use her, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it as her cock ached and pulsed.

How many times had she cum? Her head swam. Sweetie didn’t even know whether it counted or not if no seed came out, whether that was an orgasm or not, but it was hardly as if that mattered anymore. Nothing mattered except for the slimes, her mind fogging over as if she was sinking, though she was quite in place on the floor of her bedroom. Even her sense of where she was in the world slipped away, bit by bit, the pony hardly able to retain any kind of grasp on her own reality, for it was not as if her life was to be her own anymore.

The slimes squirmed, twisting and curling through her nuts with obvious relish and delight. They didn’t’ care for the pony they were taking over, only that her body would prove to be a suitable host of them. Out and out, her nuts were forced to swell, skin tightening, straining, while the slimes altered her body so that it was just a little bit more flexible, allowing the stretch. They could do anything to her, anything at all, and there was no limit that the slimes could not pass in their quest for debauchery, wickedness that, of course, was all in the service of the slime queen.

Her balls inflated to the size of fully-inflated beach balls, what she had once played with on the beach with Rarity in her younger days, though they were no longer living anywhere near the ocean. It was a dim memory, although a good one, and Sweetie clung to it as she whimpered, her nuts slopping and squelching lewdly as the sheer volume of slime within them weighed them down. They could not help but rest on the carpet between her thighs, her feet kicked out wide, and the pony moaned, head rolling from one shoulder to the other, her need unparalleled.

More…

She pumped her cock, both hands around it, not even realising what she was doing, that she was succumbing to the worst and the very best of the slimes. Her nuts were squashy under the brush of her hands and yet she could not find it in herself to care as wave after pulsating wave hit her, swamping her, drowning her. The waters closed above her head and the whirlpool sucked her down, though it was not her destiny to ever again break the surface of the water in any way that could bring life and air back into her lungs.

No, she belonged to the slimes. And that was just the way of it, how it would be for the rest of her life.

Her balls were not yet down as her nuts inflated, blowing up more and more, each orgasm, one running into the next, forcing them larger, bigger, rounder. As they grew, their shape evened out a little and Sweetie whimpered, pausing in groping and pumping her shaft to run her hands over them, feeling how smooth they were, though it was quite as if something was trembling inside: the slimes. They produced their own slime too as they wriggled and squirmed, though that slime was not sentient like the slimes and merely served to cushion them within her nuts while they slurped up her seed as if it was the finest treat of all. To them, dancing back and forth, their bodies teasing over one another, it truly was.

The main slime, the blue one that had instigated it all, observed all, adding more slime-serpents where needed, though they were mostly self-sufficient by that point. What they were born to do was imprinted into them as they devoured more and more semen, her body forced to produce it overtime, all so that they could feed and lust over her all the more, abusing and using their host for their own purposes. As if they could ever have been any other way…

Eventually, however, there was no more cum to give and everything that she was forced to produce by the slimes in a heaving, gasping, dry orgasm came without a drop of seed. The blue slime plugged up her cock nicely so that not even a drop of seminal fluid could escape either, leaving everything for the slimes, even though Sweetie did not know that they were still forcing her body to produce seed. It was that too, in part, that plumped up her balls even more, inflating before her eyes, until they were double the size of those plastic beach balls that had brought such fun before. They wobbled and she moaned as she brushed her fingers over them, the skin strained taut as her nuts bulged.

“Oh…”

Time passed but Sweetie Belle was hardly aware of it as she let everything happen, her world narrowing to that of pleasure. Of course, she could not have said that there was any pain to be taken at all for the slimes were not in the business of causing it, yet there was a strain to be had too in being forced to climax so many times, over and over again. To say the least, her body was not designed for it and the slimes reinforced that in her, her muscle and stamina where needed, allowing her to brace, rock and grind, all for their pleasure and intent. For there was still more to come and they didn’t want to work with a host that had passed out from pleasure, even though they could have.

Her shaft pumped up nicely, though she didn’t even have the strength left to bring her hands to it, flat out on the ground, moaning out loud. Sweetie felt as if she was wriggling but that was truly hard to tell when her body ached so much, when there was so much going on all at once. She groaned and twisted her head back, trying to work out the kinks in her neck, but her mane was stuck so firmly to the back of her neck, soaked in sweat, that even that movement alone seemed like it was too much for her.

“Sweetie Belle! We’re home!”

Who was that? She didn’t even remember or recognise the voice, not when things were spinning dizzily around her, twisting and turning in such a way that it was hard to place anything, let alone herself. She parted her lips but no sound came out, unaware of how much time had passed, the wobbling and juddering rise of her nuts commanding her attention. Her shaft bulged faintly as if something inside was still straining to be free, although that was not something that, even then, she had any control over. She knew well enough by then that her body was no longer her own.

In her mind, there was only the slime.

“Sweetie? Is something wrong?”

She didn’t react as her sister trotted lightly up the stairs, although her ears pricked to catch the sound, following the tread of her sister through the house. It was strange to hear everything as if she was hearing it through a vat of slime, everything dulled and muted except for the things that were drawn into stark sensuality. Her nuts ached, the slimes squishing and sloshing about within with a low, wet sound, Sweetie Belle’s breath hitching as she tried to roll onto her side and failed. She was stuck there, her heavy nuts pinning her in place, waiting on her sister to burst into her bedroom.

“Sweetie, what is – oh my goodness!”

That was as close as Rarity would get to swearing though the shriek that assaulted Sweetie Belle’s ears a moment later did have her pinning them back in an involuntary reaction. Some things could not be helped even as her sister lunged for her, propping up her torso, though there was not much that Rarity could do for her either. Following Rarity into the bedroom, Fluttershy the slime queen, affected a look of concern, hands clasped before her chest.

“Oh no…” She breathed, eyes as wide as she could make them without letting her glee show. “What could have happened? Sweetie Belle? Sweetie Belle, can you hear me?”

Sweetie Belle could not hear them, however, or if she could she did not have the capacity of speech in that moment, panting lightly, her tongue pushing out very softly over her bottom lip. She would have normally have breathed through her nostrils, hating other ponies that had their lower jaws hanging slack to gulp in air while going about their daily business, though it was not her place, not really, to judge on that count. Not anymore as she took in what air she could, whimpering and moaning, another orgasm wracking her.

Her cock twitched and flexed, nuts still growing, rising so far that they almost blocked out Sweetie Belle from the right angle, though the ponies there had not a clue what to do about it. Before their eyes as Rarity squealed, her cock throbbed up larger and larger, the slimes fixating on it as they pumped it full, forcing it to grow until it drooled blue slime and was more than large enough to engulf a fully-grown stallion inside. It twitched and pulsed visibly as if it was about to let loose with another orgasm right there and then but Rarity was not about to let her sister be there alone, tightening her grip on her sister’s shoulders even as Sweetie Belle’s head rolled back against her.

“Sweetie Belle, come on, darling,” Rarity said, doing her best to speak slowly and calmly, despite how her heart pounded, palms sweating. “Something’s gone terribly wrong but it’s all going to be okay, dear, we’ve just got to get you to the doctor… Or maybe it would be better if we got Twilight here first. What do you think, Fluttershy? Fluttershy, this is no time to stare – we’ve got to help her!”

Yet not even Rarity could completely keep her cool under such circumstances, stomping and shrieking at Fluttershy even as their friend held back. They could not have known that Fluttershy was the slime queen and not a pony, any longer, to be trusted, one who had turned against them in the cause of the slimes, taking over herself. But Rarity soon would know, even if they would no longer care once the slimes had fully corrupted them.

“Oh…”

Fluttershy strove to act like herself, though it was difficult with such glee in her heart, flapping her hands and coming in closer, helping Sweetie sit up a little more. The pony’s cock jutted straight out ahead of her, taller than even she was while standing, and it was all Fluttershy could do to keep her giggles in check. That would have been unlike the real Fluttershy, the one that had come before the slimes.

Sweetie’s urethra seemed to throb right there and then as she groaned, feeling their hands on her but not understanding what was happening, what they were doing to her or even trying to do. The pony’s head lolled back against her sister’s shoulder but Fluttershy was there, holding her hands, squeezing them lightly, rubbing her thumbs soothingly over the back of them. It was all she could do, after all, to help Sweetie Belle through the moment and into something better still.

Sweetie, however, could not relax, no matter how soothing Fluttershy’s tone was, her voice washing gently over her. Her balls ached, constantly shifting and moving with the creatures inside, and panic gripped her even as Fluttershy spoke softly, tightening her grip on Sweetie’s forearm.

“Now, Sweetie, I know this is a strange thing but it’s going to be okay, do you understand? I think your sister can help you, then we can get you safe. Nod if you understand me, Sweetie.”

Nodding faintly, Sweetie Belle struggled to open her eyes, another orgasm wracking her while her hips could not even thrust and jerk.

“That’s good, don’t worry now, we’ve got you.”

“What do you mean I’m going to help her? What do you need me to do?”

Rarity gulped, tying her purple hair back in a tousle of curls as if she expected to be doing something pretty extreme, though she could not have anticipated just what Fluttershy had in mind for her, not even then. Fluttershy pressed her fingers to her lips, covering her smile while she feigned being in thought, giving a small, decisive nod.

“Rarity, we can help her but we have to get that thing out of her first!”

Fluttershy’s tone was so urgent that Rarity was caught up in it, her expression resolute, a muscle jumping erratically at the corner of her jaw. Anything, yes, anything, she would do absolutely anything for the sake of her sister, always her sister.

“What – what? What do you need me to do?”

Fluttershy pursed her lips.

“It’s strange… But it’ll help, I’m sure. You’ll be better able to take this creature than her, then I can inspect it when it’s out of Sweetie Belle here. Put the tip of your shaft against hers.”

“What?”

There was nothing quite like a Rarity shriek as she gaped and gasped like a fish out of water (not her best look, to be fair), but Fluttershy already had her hands up, staving off questions.

“No, no – wait! I mean, it’ll bait it, get it to come out, thinking that there’s another host or something. I don’t know, Rarity, I’ve never dealt with a creature like this before!”

“You mean there’s really something in there?”

Fluttershy shrugged with her best feigned helplessness.

“Can’t you see it? It’s squirming all over the place like a snake.”

And Rarity could too, even though she had not wanted to believe it. Who would have wanted to believe that there was something alive inside their sister?

“When you do that, maybe it’ll think it has another target and we can catch it when it comes out!”

That sealed the deal for Rarity and she tried not to think of her decency and dignity as she wriggled down her skirt, for she didn’t want the cloth getting in the way or, heaven forbid, dirtied doing what she had to do. It was a lovely skirt, one that she wanted to wear again, though it still brought a hint of colour to her cheeks to be nude or near enough nude in front of Fluttershy. No matter though, not when it was her sister’s wellbeing at stake, for she would do anything to help that.

Her underwear slipped down, something tasteful but perhaps not what she would have wanted to show off to Fluttershy with the seductive cut across her buttocks, but she did not remove them. They were her last vestige of privacy as she nodded to Fluttershy to hold Sweetie up, soothing her while Rarity did the need.

“I really hope this works…”

Tentatively, Rarity took her shaft in one hand, waving it near Sweetie’s cock, equal amounts of embarrassment and silliness coursing through her. It was weird, what she was doing, standing there as if she thought that she could help her sister by flaunting her shaft about. Just what did she actually think she was doing? It didn’t make sense, none of it, but just as that realisation teased through her mind, the slime-serpents struck.

It happened too quickly to stop, the slime-serpents pouring forth in many shades of blue, appearing like a wave as they flowed forth for her cock – for her! Rarity shrieked and lunged back but Fluttershy was there ready, shoving her between her shoulder blades and driving her shaft straight up into Sweetie Belle’s oversized one, the huge length of cock easily taking Rarity’s far more moderate one. Something slick and clingy oozed around her shaft from the inside as Rarity gasped, the blue plethora of slime-serpents that she’d thought she was there to coax out having stopped, yet she could feel them cramming up against her cock, wriggling and squirming wetly. Rarity shuddered. And now they wanted to get into her! Her shaft and balls! What in Celestia’s name had the world come to?

“Fluttershy!” She shrieked, flailing, still trying to do all she could to avoid bumping Sweetie’s cock, for that was too much sisterly closeness for her! “Help me! What are you doing just standing there? For Celestia’s sake, help me!”

But Fluttershy was not there to help her when she needed it the most, smirking as she stepped back, for Rarity would not know what had happened soon enough or at the very least would not see Fluttershy as the enemy. How on earth, after all, could Fluttershy be the enemy when she was the slime queen?

“Don’t worry, Rarity,” Fluttershy said softly, wings flapping a little, cooling and stirring up the air in the room. “It’ll all be better soon, I promise. The slimes are coming! Everything’s going to be alright, for everyone! The slimes need a home too!”

Rarity blinked at her, not comprehending her words, but it was too late for any of that as she was forced to half-hug her sister’s cock to her body, feet kicking out as her underwear slid down more and more, straining above her knees as if she had a resistance band in place. If things had not been so dire, it could have almost have been funny, Rarity humping and grinding inadvertently as she sought to free herself, breath catching in her throat.

“Oh… Oh… It’s…”

The words would not come but nobody cared whether they did or not, for everything was still yet to happen without Rarity’s consent. It was coming as the slimes poured forth, wriggling and squirming in pure delight, finding her urethra and bearing in, forcing her passage to open up around them. Rarity shuddered but her sister was the more vocal of the two of them as her nuts trembled and practically vibrated, a mountain of balls heaving and shuddering as if they were well and truly about to blow.

“Oh… Oh, Rarity! Rarity, help me!”

No crying out would change her fate as much as she wanted another one, squealing and kicking out weakly, the weight of her colossal nuts holding her in place. Her cock was trapped and stuck around her sister’s shaft, leaving her nowhere to go, and Sweetie’s breasts seemed to grow heavier still in that moment. There was not much time for her attention, however, to divert from her headily aching nuts, how they pulsed and trembled, the skin of them rippling derisively as the slime-serpents went wild. They were restless, pushing on and out, shifting and rumbling, every last one of them seeking something more. But what?

She could only tell just what that was as the strangest sensation of something moving coursed through her and she howled out something that may or may not have been broken, she simply could not tell. Sweetie Belle’s nuts heaved and jerked as the slime-serpents violently poured forth, knowing only where they were going and perhaps not entirely how to get there. They juddered and “punched” up through the skin of her nuts, striving for freedom, yet it was merely the freedom to affect another host that they sought, pouring down her shaft, funnelled there.

But that host was Rarity, a pony who had never wanted, much less consented to such an act, whimpering and howling as pleasure erupted through her, her sister’s cock wrapped around hers. The insides of her ears heated up as she thought that her sister was climaxing too but that was by the by in the grand scheme of things as the slimes rushed from Sweetie’s cock and straight up into hers. Her narrow urethra and tunnel down into her nuts offered them absolutely no resistance at all as they swam and wriggled, seeking out one thing and one thing alone, pushing on and on, knowing only one goal. Rarity’s cock plumped up quickly to accommodate the rush of slimes as more than one at a time shot down her cock, every one seeking out her own nuts, a moan on her lips that was not entirely of dismay.

“Oh… Ohhh…”

Rarity shook her head, trying to ease the heat from her cheeks even though it was to no avail. There was no getting out of something like that as they pulsed forth, her shaft aching to accommodate them, the strain and the stretch of her cum-tube something that she had never considered. Sure, she’d seen a little strange porn online from time to time when she was just a little bit more on the lonely side but not even that was something that she had ever actually considered doing to herself.

It was strange but there was pleasure to be had there too as the slimes squirmed their way straight down into her nuts, bloating them up more and more, just as they had done to Sweetie Belle in the first place, presumably. Alas, things falling into place then was too late and Rarity clung to all she could, even her sister’s oversized dick, striving to find what it was that would root her there, make her feel as if she was more present in the moment than, even then, she actually was.

Not that she wanted to feel everything, she thought vaguely, gallons of slimes pouring into her, the slime-serpents wriggling in two or three or more at a time, not patient at all. No… But maybe if she could think a little more clearly she could get out of the situation she was in, everything playing out before her eyes as if she was a passive player in her own life. It could have been a cheesy horror flick but, if it was, Rarity wanted no part in it, arching back with all her strength and letting out a long, low groan.

Any efforts, however, were well and truly in vain as the slimes thickened within her, Rarity freezing, shoulders stiff, a sense of paralysis coursing through her. There was nothing she could do, nothing at all, only look on in horror as her nuts plumped up more and more, just like Sweetie’s had been. Her nuts did not deflate all that much in size, though there was a little less lumpiness to them as the slime-serpents evacuated the space of her balls in one go, leaving them filled with slime and churning.

Sweetie Belle was barely with herself, vaguely aware of holding Rarity’s hand and clutching it tightly, though she could not have told just whose fingers were digging into whose hand. It was all wrapped up together and they could not separate when they were joined in the most intimate of fashions, need coursing through with every pump of Sweetie Belle’s cock. The slimes pouring forth gave her the sense that she was ejaculating, the strain in her nuts easing just a little, though there was still something sloshing around in there, something that she would only find later.

It could have mattered that things were not as they were but all Sweetie could do was grind weakly and moan, orgasmic pleasure swamping her, dragging her down into debauchery from where there was no return. Dry-cumming was by the by, pleasure escalating, each climax of hers sending another glob of slime-serpents into her sister, slithering and wriggling down to her nuts, from one to the other. They had to go there for there was nowhere else to go as they pumped up her testicles as if they were, quite literally, attached to a hose, liberally inflated as her body was simply used and no more than that.

More and more… They quickly reached the beach ball size of Sweetie Belle’s, as hers softened a little more, but Sweetie’s were still even larger than Rarity’s balls. there was still so very much to go and there was only one way for her load to be spent and that was for it to be devoured by the still-growing and multiplying slimes. Of course, her body would not relinquish every last one of them even as they reproduced, so many of them that they could have infected a whole herd of ponies, let alone simply Sweetie Belle and Rarity. Sweetie squealed and kicked out as more and more slimes left her, Rarity’s balls inflating, the slimes wriggling and squirming all over, the surface of her nuts lumpy and uneven.

They weren’t shy about hiding but the slimes wanted to wriggle deeper still into Rarity, pushing against the lining of her nuts where it was possible to meld through into the rest of her body – without harming the host, of course. They wormed their way up, deeper and deeper into her body, Rarity rocking and groaning, doing absolutely everything and everything she possibly could in the moment to make it easier for herself. Her paralysis faded but all she could think of was the slimes, how her hands twitched, trying to push her cock out of Sweetie Belle’s, even though, of course, that was an utterly futile endeavour. Ponies were still apt to futile endeavours, however, at the point at which their need rose so greatly, fear twisting through with spine-chilling accuracy.

She whimpered and rolled her head from one shoulder to the other and back again, arching her back, straining with all her might to push away, her nuts bulging more and more. Every little thing that the slime-serpents did within her balls was felt in stark contrast to everything else happening, the beads of sweat trickling down her coat, making her shiver, torn between conflicting emotions. There was pleasure, yes, that much was true, and her body tried to orgasm even then, though Rarity could not be sure whether it was a true orgasm or not.

Not much at all was sure anyway, not to her.

Rarity moaned, letting it all out, eyes opening to see Fluttershy standing there, over her, seeming all the more dominant and imposing than she ever had been before. There was no question as to who was in control of the situation, although Rarity could not have said just how all of it had happened, grunting and whimpering, helpless as her nuts inflated, growing to match Sweetie’s perfectly, each one larger than at least two beach balls put together and still churning. They were huge and duly so to hold all the slimes that Fluttershy wanted her to, her friend standing there with her hands clasped as if she could not believe just how well her plan was going.

It was her first foray as the slime queen and she flapped her wings delightedly, drinking it all in as the slime within her body churned and wriggled, wanting to be part of it all too. But that would come soon, very soon, she was sure of it, knowing that the slimes were only trying to live and have a life too for themselves. There was nothing in them that could be construed as bad, she was sure of it, but she had been living as the slime queen for so long that she was, in a way, learning to be more and more sympathetic to their cause, as much as that may not have made sense to her before. She was, after all, still a pony as well as the slime queen, though she had her subjects, so very many of them, to look after and provide for that she could not afford her attention to be elsewhere, not even then.

“Give in to it,” she whispered, licking her lips deliriously as Rarity’s stomach bloated, the slimes working their way deeper and deeper, infesting her entire body. “My little ones… Oh, you’re doing such a good job.”

It was up for debate as to whether she was talking to the slimes or Rarity and Sweetie Belle right then and there but, frankly, it didn’t matter. They were there and in it for the long haul whether they liked it or not. Her body was there to be used and Rarity’s shirt pushed up and up and up as her belly blew out, a smooth round of it only interrupted by the squirming tentacles of slime wriggling and pushing back and forth constantly. Of course, they had to go deep in order to do the work of the slime queen, although the ones in Sweetie Belle were trying to do the work at the same time.

More and more, they felt the slimes work their way deeper, Rarity’s stomach heavy and dragging her down, the sheer weight of the slimes within her demanding that she pay attention to them. Although she was up on her feet, crouched there awkwardly, there was no burn in her thighs as the slimes wiped that away from her, a whimper coursing through, an ache and a twinge. She had to cum, had to cum so badly, though her tits were next to inflate, the slimes wriggling higher and higher, watching in horror as even her sister’s body expanded before her, heavy and slick. But where were all the slimes coming from? Weren’t they all coming from Sweetie’s balls?

The slimes had an ulterior motive, however, reproducing and leaving non-sentient slime behind to work away while they expanded, working on a new host, though that was something that the ponies in question would only come to learn later. They didn’t need to know as Rarity’s breasts sagged down lower and lower, swelling with the nipples too growing fatter and thicker, better-suited for the cause of the slimes, her body a toy to simply be used as they willed. She was, after all, no better than drone-mind and a host at that moment, even if she did not know it yet. Rarity and Sweetie Belle would never need to know that.

Finally, Sweetie Belle shuddered and gasped, having dry-cum so many times that she’d lost sense of herself, squirming back, the slimy grip around Rarity’s cock, within her shaft, releasing slowly in a lewd, wet slurp. The last of the slimes, the ones that had hung back, lingering in their preferred host body, poured and splattered all over her sister as Rarity gave a broken shriek and fell back to the ground on her backside. Rarity’s hands could not even come up in time to ward off the slimes, however, splattering all over her tits and sliding down her stomach, the round of it providing them with the perfect landing ground.

Sweetie Belle’s nuts were devoid of seed as all of it had been devoured by the slimes, their strength growing, the skin of her sack lighter and sagging, drooping where they no longer had something to bulge them out. The wet wriggle of slimes pouring forth were not to be dissuaded, however, as her nuts instantly started to fill up again, inflating the skin that had drooped, her body primed once again to be the perfect host body at all costs. All Sweetie Belle, however, knew was that the sensation made her want to cum again and again, ecstasy clawing at her mind, begging her to submit to it.

Sweetie Belle whimpered, her grasp on reality dropping, exhaustion claiming her. She could barely hold herself up as Rarity’s hands slowly tried to wipe the slime and wriggling tentacles of living slime from her breasts and the rest of her body but there was nothing she could do. Even as Sweetie Belle slumped back, on the edge of passing out but dimly still within the realm of reality, Rarity could not help herself, begging and coaxing the pleasure within her forth as she groped and massaged her balls, trying to grasp the slime within but not to get them out of her. Oh no… No, she couldn’t think of that, not then, only the pleasure that coursed through, her hips rocking and grinding, orgasm prying at the back of her mind so resolutely, demandingly, that she simply had to give in to it.

Fluttershy giggled.

“You’ll be a brand new slime-hive,” Fluttershy intoned softly, though there was a glint in her eye that Rarity did not like either. “You’ll do so well… Isn’t this better than shopping and looking at dresses all day?”

Rarity didn’t know the answer to that and neither did she care as she moaned out her orgasm, the slime-serpents within her spilling forth and wriggling all over Sweetie’s body too, the two of them covered in the multiplied blue serpents, leaving a slick layer of ooze all over the two of them. The slimes were not idle, finding any orifice that they could, sliding down their throats and wriggling into their ears, up nostrils and even into their nipples too, seeking out any hole. Anything would do as they sought out their purpose, driving deep, Rarity cumming all over again while all that was ejaculated from her cock, of course, was the slime-serpents. The slimes, after all, would need the cum that she produced, so the more orgasms her new hive-pony could give them the better there.

The slimes wriggled and Fluttershy watched on with pleasure as her slimes, the slimes of the slime queen, squirmed, infiltrating their minds. Oh, she knew how they worked but Rarity did not and much less the half-unconscious Sweetie Belle as they squealed and screamed, the slimes working their way around their brains, infesting them, controlling them. All Sweetie Belle knew that it felt like her “mind” was being pushed further and further back, becoming a spectator to what controlled her body, feeling everything but controlling nothing.

Rarity fought back through her scream, cum and slime trickling down her tits, a slick layer across her belly. Even as her shaft bloated up, though it was not as large as Sweetie’s, still noticeable, she rolled onto her stomach, striving to crawl, arms aching, the slimes dragging her down, holding her back. Ultimately, however, she could not help but succumb to it, pupils dilating, breathing slowing and evening as the slimes, finally, took over completely and utterly.

More orgasms rolled forth as every last one of the slime-serpents that had been unleashed found a hole, whether that was between their legs, their mounts or down their cocks, infiltrating every last corner of their bodies. Their purpose was to infest and infest they did even as Rarity climaxed again, spilling forth cum and even more slimes over her sister, no longer even seeing her as her sister. That part of her mind was lost to her, though it could, in time, return, depending on how loyal she was to the slime queen.

Sweetie was hardly present in her reality, however, whimpering faintly, though a softly serene expression came over her muzzle, knowing that things were okay, yes, they were quite alright. Her hands tried to stroke and jack off her cock but it was too large for her to do that as her tits spilt out heavily to either side of her body, the slimes filling those too, lips parted in a breathy moan.

Everything was alright, she was sure of it.

For all that mattered from that moment on were the slimes.

Several days later, Rarity, Fluttershy and Sweetie Belle laughed and chatted amongst one another in Rarity’s living room once more, wrapping presents. Into each box, which was meticulously wrapped, went a slime-serpent, squirming and wriggling fresh, though the bodies that had produced the slime-serpents had, for the time being, returned to a more normal state. Rarity and Sweetie Belle, however, were more curvaceous than they had been before with their breasts rising more dominantly out against the front of their shirts, buttons straining a little to contain them. They were not as large as Fluttershy but their balls too had grown, their shafts more difficult to hide, though a skirt or a dress would, at least, help with some of that issue, if not all of it. They would be able to return to their slime-slut forms at the drop of a hat, of course.

“There are so many presents here,” Sweetie murmured, her eyes alight and her body feeling lighter than ever, even though her shape had changed. “Oh, these are going to make our friends so happy! Are we going to deliver them all today?”

“Yes, they are, Sweetie!”

Rarity was in a similar state to her as she wrapped another present with a shiny, purple ribbon that complemented her hair, a smile on her face. It was not that she didn’t understand what she was doing in packing up slimes for their friends but that the slimes had gotten into her mind, twisting and curling, influencing her so that she simply did not see it as a bad thing. Why wouldn’t all of their friends and so many more other ponies too want the presents that they had for them? They were the very best kind of presents, after all, everyone would love them.

Yet what they did not realise as it was simply a part of them was that the slimes would go forth and spread their influence far and wide under the direction of the slime queen, Fluttershy smiling as the packages stacked up, all ready to be delivered. Her body was thicker and stronger than that of the others but that was the way of it as the slime queen, though they did have a particularly beatific, bimbo-like look on both of their faces. They didn’t understand the enormity of it all, the slimes having infested their minds, and, still, they did not know how they would soon, truly, understand the cause of the slimes, sympathising with them even without their influence.

Fluttershy’s grin widened.

That would come in time. But soon.

Very soon.