"Oh, fuck yes~"

Chrysalis long tongue hung out of her mouth, as she moaned shamelessly in pleasured delight. A shudder crawled up her spine and her back arched, pushing her huge breasts out. Her fingers dug into the mane and forced her cock deeper. A muffled protest was heard and Twilight's hand patted her thick ass.

"Shut up! I'm not even close to getting my fill!", snarled the Changeling Queen, grinning down at her former enemy. She was visibly enjoying this. "You know, Sparkle, I could get used to seeing you on your knees~"

Twilight glared up at her, wanting to pull back and snap back a retort, but before she could do so Chrysalis pumped her hips forward and shoved her fat cock so far down her throat that any kind of verbal communication was impossible. Twilight's nose hit her crotch, sweat and musk filling her nostrils.

Her mouth was full, her throat felt like it could burst at any moment, bulging as it squeezed the fat shaft like a vice. She had trouble breathing and the taste of salty jizz and sweat was everpresent on her tongue, making her head spin. And yet...Twilight found herself aroused. Her pussy dripping and the floor stained by a growing puddle of juices. Her hands almost went to her nipples, eager to play with them, to let pleasure jolt through her nervous-system.

Then Chrysalis pulled out. Twilight gasped for precious air, too dazed to care that the changeling had rested her spit-shined cock on her face. She watched Chrysalis lean back and sit down on the couch in her room, lazily jerking her flared, veiny cock. "That was a tasty appetizer. Time for the main course, Sparkle~"

Twilight recovered a bit, glaring at her former nemesis, but Chrysalis just licked her lips and grinned. She knew that Twilight would comply. They had done this song and dance for over a week now and she had gotten what she wanted every time.

And the results began to show. Chrysalis had grown to being almost half a head taller than Twilight now. Her black skin had returned to its healthy gloss and slightly toned muscle were visible now. Her tits had expanded to F-Cups and her whole body now having an hourglass shape similar to Celestia. She oozed sex now and at least a small part of Twilight felt very self-conscious about the fact, that Chrysalis was more attractive than her.

Grumbling, she stood up and approached the couch. Straddling Chrysalis' hips, her cock rising up behind her, touching her ass. "How did you ever manage to scheme, if you spend half the day fucking and feeding?", she wondered out loud, as she leaned closer. Their boobs mashed together and Twilight got a shudder down her spine, as their nipples touched.

"Let's say, I was very efficient with the way I was spending my time. Something you would approve of, right?" Chrysalis smacked her ass, her fingers sinking into the soft, purple flesh. She hissed approvingly. "Hmm...I very much like your new body, Sparkle. So much more fitting..." Her tongue flopped out and flicked Twilight's nipples. The demoness squeaked involuntarily, as an electric shock of pleasure shot up her brain. "...and sensitive~"

Twilight clenched her teeth. Another "gift" from the Convent. A particular devious one at that. as every single lewd touch made her body burn. Even fingering herself now caused her to climax within seconds. Her breasts, lips, pussy, ass...all her erogenous zones had become so sensitive that she now had entered a low-key state of constant arousal. It would have been exhausting, if it didn't feel so invigorating at the same time. Her magic, which fed on the everpresent lust, was now finally as useful as in the past for daily tasks. At least one upside to being a demon...

Which sadly did not outweigh the downside of her turning into a puddle at Chrysalis’ touch every day, as Twilight reminded herself, while she failed to stifle her moans as the changeling began teasing her nipples and kneading her ass. Then she was lifted up, feeling the black cock tease her sopping wet snatch. "W-Wait..."

The door opened and Spike stepped in. "Okay, Twilight. I prepared the lab and--WHOA!"

"S-Spike! Don't just baOOOoooooooohhh~~" Twilights protest turned into a shameless loud moan, as Chrysalis' fat cock slid into her pussy and penetrated her folds. The pleasure washed over Twilight like a wave, drowning every coherent thought and melting any remaining resistance. Her face melted into an expression of helpless delight and her tongue flopped out, as Chrysalis began to slowly and methodically fuck her.

Spike blushed so hard, it looked like he was turning completely red and hastily tried to leave the room. Chrysalis horn glowed and slammed it shut. "Stay and watch, Spikey. Bet you wanted to see this anyway~", she teased him with a lusty grin. The dragon tried to look away, but only managed to do so for a few seconds, before he stared enraptured as his adoptive older sister began riding one of her biggest enemies under her own volition.

Twilight was lost in pleasure. Her hips moving all on their own, as she bucked up and down Chrysalis’ magnificent cock. Their hips slapping together, wet noises and the smell of sweat and sweet, nectar-like juices filling the room. Moans now coming fast and loud, as she worked her way to a climax in record time.

As it came, Twilight arched her back. A delighted, retarded smile on her lips, as the climax made her mind go blank. It was overpowering, addictive. And it wouldn't stop, as Chrysalis smacked her ass again, digging her fingers in and increasing the pace. Spike watched with eyes as big as dinner plates, as the two sexy mares before him groaned, hissed and moaned. Their sweaty skin glistening. Boobs bouncing, visible even from the back. Perfect, sexy body rubbing against each other in a carnal display of desire and lust.

Twilight came over and over again, as Chrysalis fucked her for twenty minutes straight. Then, finally, the former queen came as well. Groaning through gritted teeth, her balls pulsed and ass clenched. Her cock pulsed, hilting inside Twilight’s battered insides and pressing against her cervix. Then a flood of thick, white spunk was pumped into her womb with so much force that parts of it sprayed out of her plugged pussy and splattered onto the floor. Twilight cried out, as her strongest orgasm yet drowned her every thought and replaced it with overwhelming delight.

Chrysalis held her in place for a minute, her cock pulsing violently. Then she slowly pulled out and dropped Twilight onto the floor. Cum pouring out of the purple mare’s overstuffed cunt, her body twitching from the afterglow. Chrysalis’ horn glowed and green energy filled her up, as she drank the lust within the room. Her hips expanded slightly and she moaned loudly as her bust increaseds a bit as well. Kneading her boobs, she stood up and stepped over Twilight’s delirious body.

"Thanks for the meal, Sparkle. I feel reinvigorated," she hummed, her voice laced with satisfaction and glee. As she reached the door, she looked down on Spike, who tried to hide a wet stain on his jeans and the bulge that caused it. When she saw the small size, she scoffed and shook her head. "Not even a snack."

Then she walked out and left him alone in the room. Alone with Twilight, who was still out of her mind from the fuck she had just endured. Several seconds passed with Spike looking down at his feet and saying nothing. Then, he slowly stepped forward and kneeled down next to Twilight. "S-S-Sorry, Twilight...I-I just have...have to get it out of my system," he stammered and pulled out his small dick. Rubbing it furiously, while staring at her huge tits, Spike sighed loudly as he reached his own climax and spurted a small amount of jizz all over his sisters boobs.

Pulling his pants back up, he reached out and picked her up from the floor. "Let's get you in a nice hot bath..."

"I'm beginning to regret involving Chrysalis," mumbled Twilight, as she sat in the bath. The air was thick with steam and she sighed in relief, as hot water streamed over her face through a levitated bowl. It was more than refreshing to clean up after such an intense session and she could feel her muscles relax. Not to mention, having gotten rid of this feeling of defilement and the fact that in the bathtub she for once didn't have to deal with her overly sensitive body.

"Is she gonna be a problem? I mean...she is getting bigger." Spike stood with his back turned to her, but she still saw him flushed like a little virgin. Which, granted, he was.

"No, I don't think so. Chrysalis has a hard cap on how much power she can absorb, unlike Tirek. She is getting close to it and I'm still slightly stronger than her. Not to mention the fact that I get more magic from her feeding sessions, too. So, the gap has pretty much stayed the same."

Twilight's horn glowed, as she levitated a large towel and slowly stepped out of the bathtub. Water pearled off her skin and she dried herself off. For a brief moment, she reached out to preen her wings, before she remembered she no longer had them. Of all the things she had lost since she became a demon, the loss of her wings stung the most. She missed being able to go out into the sky and flex them. Or the quiet afternoons with Rainbow Dash, when they cleaned each other and...

She shook her head, as she could hear the Convent cooing in the background. They were almost as delighted about her sappy memories, as they were about her daily fuck-sessions. The cheering and hooting was sometimes more fitting for a crowd of drunken ruffians, than some nefarious demons. One of them conjured up the picture of her and Dash kissing each other and then toppling over for some hot lesbian action in the evening sun.

Twilight didn't stop it, having given up on trying to discipline the demons. And, although she loathed to admit it, she found herself enjoying these sexualized memories. It felt a bit deviant, but also pleasurable. If her life was going to be filled with sex, might as well learn to enjoy it.

She put on her bathrobe, not bothering to tie it shut and instead letting it hang off her boobs, barely covering her nipples and pussy. "Is everything prepared?", she asked Spike, who nodded and struggled not to ogle her. Twilight gave him a knowing smile, which made him blush adorably as he turned his head forward again.

"Zecora is waiting already. Books and documents sorted. She wanted to talk about something first, though..."

Twilight nodded and they left the bathroom. It was fortunate that she managed to get Zecora's aid in recreating Scortatus' enhancements. She doubted she could really succeed at imitating him, but that wasn't the plan anyway. If they could just get something similar, that would be enough. Their enemy could boost his soldiers. Beef them up into hulking studs, with skin impervious to blades and muscles strong enough to rip out trees.

Twilight remembered the newspaper article she had read two days ago, about the Fall of Glimmerhome, a town in the Crystal Empire. Scortatus' forces had launched an all-out invasion of the Empire and their new general, Captain Onyx Bolt, had attacked Castle Emerald and the surrounding land. And while the castle and its defenders under General Bright Hoof managed to repel his attacks, under heavy casualties, Bolt and his stallions laid waste to everything else and broke the defenders of Glimmerhome, one of the growing towns there. The article had gone into great detail over how the Guards had gone into battle capable of fighting three stallions at the same time and made mares cry out, as they raped and broke them with their massive cocks. And while not everything should be believed, if only half of it was true...then Scortatus stallions were superior to any other fighter on the battlefield. And they weren't even demons!

"We have to get these enhancements, so the rebels and the allies can level the playing field again," she mumbled to herself, as they walked down the corridor.

Spike looked a bit apprehensive. "You're sure? I mean...what if these enhancements have side-effects?"

Twilight waved him off. "We don't make them for the purpose of corruption, like Scortatus. Just to improve. And we can't let the Guards keep this advantage, otherwise they will just steamroll their way to victory. Or do you want another Glimmerhome?"

Spike hastily shook his head. They had seen the pictures of the plundered, destroyed town. The naked mares lined up, shackled and collared. Some of them with gaping cunts, bowlegged and dazed from the rape-binge they had endured. Broken into sluts and slaves. Their husbands and sons were either killed or joined the Guard to be corrupted, while they and their daughters were dragged off to serve as cumdumps and whores.

Twilight couldn't let this fate befall the rest of Equestria and beyond. And if that meant using the enemies weapons against them...then so be it.

They reached the door to her laboratory and Spike opened it, as they stepped inside. Twilights facilities were state-of-the-art, thanks not only to royal funds but also the castle’s own ability to reshape the rooms the way its owner needed. As such, she had made sure to have everything she needed for a variety of research. There were cupboards filled with exotic ingredients, entire rows of bookshelves that buckled underneath the massive amount of spell scrolls and papers placed on them, tables covered in destillators and other apparatuses and several cauldrons for potion-brewing.

Next to one of them stood Zecora, in her usual attire and churning a bubbling, dark liquid that smelled oily and slightly rancid. Heat emanated from it and the zebra mares skin was shining seductively with sweat. Twilight had to wrestle her eyes from the witch-doctor’s sexy curves, to the dismay of the Convent, and focus on Chrysalis leaning against a nearby wall reading some random scroll she had picked up from the shelf.

"Could you put that back?", asked Twilight. The last thing she needed was the changeling’s nose in her spellwork.

Chrysalis just grinned at her. "Arcane constructs for sexual use: How to create the ultimate strap-on," she read out loud. "Quite saucy material you have there, Sparkle. Planning on using it?" She flicked the scroll back on the shelf.

Twilight blushed. "I-It was just for research purposes. In case anypony w-would use it against me."

"Hm...now, that’s an idea. I might ream your holes with two cocks next time, then." Chrysalis gave her a toothy grin, while tapping her chin.

Twilight just rolled her eyes and turned to Zecora. "How is it going?"

The zebra sighed and pulled out the spoon, with which she had churned the cauldron. Or rather...what was left of it, as it had been burned off almost completely. "Sadly, failure followed me so far. Recreating demonwork too high a bar," she said, looking at the remnants of her spoon visibly disappointed.

"Really? But we have everything here. I made sure to stock up regularly and although getting shipments is difficult now, I'm sure I have everything that is needed to create at least something for similar effect to Scortatus’ creations." That Zecora had made little progress was a worrying sight, as she was one of the best alchemist Twilight knew. How could she succeed, if even the zebra mare couldn't do it? "It doesn't have to be exactly like his. Even something weaker, like what is used in Zebrica--"

"Beware, what you ask, you fool!", snapped Zecora. "Forbidden for years was the use of this tool. For debauchery and sin followed its use. Corruptive and ease into crime, like devilish muse." She waved her burnt spoon in Twilight’s face.

"To mess with body and mind, a dangerous gamble. Caution and care is needed to avoid turning your mind to shamble. The slightest mistake, the smallest step wrong...and see your darkest self is awake and will not go before long." Turning to the cauldron, she grabbed a small bucket of water and doused the flames underneath, letting it cool and die. "For a stable design, first something I need."

Twilight nodded. "Of course. Whatever is necessary, I will procure it. Faust knows, we're short on time..."

Zecora looked at her and pointed at Twilight’s body. Gesturing over demonic features. "Scortatus' powers, on souls they feed. To understand and defy, the solution in the original lie. A sample, however small, will go a long way to get rolling the ball."

Twilight’s eyes went wide. "You need one of his potions..."

Zecora nodded and Chrysalis clapped her hands, sarcastically. "Wonderful! Let's stroll over to Canterlot and buy a batch. Hundred bits per piece, right? Oh, and while we're at it, why not open our mouths and drink his piss, because that's about as much as we can hope for, if we try to get our hands on that!" She snarled and shook her head at Zecora. "You're the supposed genius witch-doctor! Why don't you cook up some of your own enhancements?"

Zecora threw the changeling a hateful glare. "Mistakes were made and sin committed. I will not have a second fall from grace permitted," she responded.

"Ehm..." Spike raised his hand, nervously looking back and forth between the two mares. "Why not try and get some from Thunderlane? We know he has some, given how he beefed up in the meantime. And unlike the stock in Canterlot, I doubt he is going to be that careful with them."

Twilight sighed and shook her head. "Good idea, Spike, but how are we supposed to get them? If he sees me, I doubt he will let us anywhere near it. He is an asshole, but not a complete idiot."

As she said this, Chrysalis cleared her throat. "I suppose, that is where I come in?" They looked at her questioningly and she rolled her eyes. "Seriously!? You need to infiltrate a place and you have a changeling. The Changeling, I might add."

"You sure? Thunderlane and his buddies will likely have at least some safeguards in place," argued Twilight.

Chrysalis snorted. "I fooled your brother and sneaked into Canterlot, while martial law was in place. I overthrew your entire pathetic royal court, without anypony noticing until it was too late, the second time around. Sparkle, this is going the require the least of my skills." She pushed her chest out and smiled smugly. "Trust me...you will thank me."

"I fucking hate you..." Twilight glared at Chrysalis as they were strolling down the street towards the guard-station, where Thunderlane and the other Ponyville Guards had placed their headquarters. Ponies stared at them, as they walked down the street with more than one muttering behind their back and one or two catcalls.

Twilight was wearing a criminally short skirt that was visibly struggling to keep her ass contained, with a red thing peeking out at the top. Covering her chest was a neck-top, which showed plenty of underboob to the point she feared they would just spill out. And to top it off, she had to wear net-stockings and net-gloves as well, completing the trashy look of a street hooker.

"Why can't I be a stallion, too?", she asked, fidgeting and trying to keep her skirt down.

Chrysalis rolled her eyes. She was transformed into an athletic, fairly handsome, but otherwise surprisingly generic stallion. Blue skin, light mane and a cutie-mark resembling a theater-mask. Some pants and a black shirt completed the look. "Because we need one honey-trap and only one of us is a changeling, Sparkle. Besides, it’s not like anypony can recognize you."

She was right. Although Twilight had not been allowed to adjust her gender, she had placed several layers of illusions over herself that had turned her from a very recognizable demon into a curvy, mint-coloured bimbo with trashy make-up and white hair, which looked like it was dyed. She even had adjusted her voice into a higher cadence, just to be sure. However, it did not change the fact that she was currently looking like a two-bit whore!

"Part of me wonders, why you had these clothes in my size...," she grumbled to herself.

"Let's say I'm well prepared. That and I had the feeling we were gonna do this at some point anyway. Now, stop whining and stop messing with your clothes. You're a hooker, act like one!"

"How do hookers act? Its not like there are books about that!"

Chrysalis groaned in frustration and just waved her hands, as if to say "Figure it out." Twilight was not the least bit encouraged, but it was too late to turn back anyway. They wouldn't make any progress without these potions, after all. At the very least the Convent seemed to be delighted, the way they gushed over her new get-up.

Ponyville had never needed a big guard-station. Even during the worst crisis the townsfolk usually policed themselves, leaving the guards mostly with locking up drunkards or occasionally standing in as security on public events. The station itself was a bit off the Plaza, squeezing into the corner of a street, as if it wanted to simply disappear. A functional, not really pretty building, which had over the years been painted in bright colours and gotten a small garden with flowers, as if to balance out the brutalist architecture.

Now, Thunderlane and his cronies had made it their hideout, dragging whoever they liked in there and indulging in their perverted desires. They had even trampled the flower garden and filled it with trash bags. Somepony had written STUDHOUSE - SLUTS WELCOME in big, red letters on the front. Twilight gritted her teeth at this act of petty vandalism, but tried to calm herself. The last thing they needed was a fight that would cause Scortatus to retaliate. This had to be done quietly...with nopony the wiser.

Chrysalis knocked on the door. A few seconds passed and when it was opened Bulk Biceps stood in the frame. Twilight gulped as soon as she saw him. He had always been a big fellow, obsessed with honing and growing his muscle-mass. Now, he had become a veritable beefcake, rivaling Big Mac. And a look down revealed that even his issue with genitals had been more than resolved. Had this been why he had joined Thunderlane? Had he felt inadequate?

"What do you want?", he asked crudely, glaring at the disguised Chrysalis. Twilight saw no hint of the shy, meek stallion in his eyes anymore. Just a red glint and brutish cruelty.

Without any difficulty Chrysalis changed her voice to a smooth baritone, as he(she) gave Bulk a sleazy smile. "I heard, you were interested in some fuckmeat. Well, I got a pretty one right here, for the right price." Twilight was pushed forward, a hand reaching for her boobs and kneading them in front of Bulk.

"You're a pimp? Didn't know there were any in Ponyville." The mountain of a stallion narrowed his eyes at Chrysalis. "In fact, I've never seen you here before."

"That's 'cause I'm not from around here. Me and my bitch just got out of Manehattan, before things went crazy over there. Figured I make a better buck over here, you know?"

He wasn't convinced. "I thought we had the train station locked down..."

Twilight cursed silently. They had? She had not thought Thunderlane to be that cautious. Or was somepony else giving him orders to do so? She gave Chrysalis a panicked glance, but was ignored by the former queen who kept her confident smile up. "Been here before that. Settling in and all. Tried to get her to bag me some clients, but the townsfolk are prude as fuck. So, I figured you might appreciate her more~"

"What's going on there?" A voice behind Bulk came closer and Twilight spotted the large brown stallion from last time, with the white hands and feet. He squeezed past Bulk and looked at her and Chrysalis. "Why are you wasting your time with them, we got company in the back?", he asked Bulk.

"He is a pimp..."

"Is he now?" The stallion looked at Chrysalis again, his eyes seemingly piercing right through her. It were those eyes that unnerved Twilight. They were a bright yellow, like a cat’s, and it felt like she was stared at by a predator, thinking over whether to kill her right now or play with her first.

Chrysalis’ smile faltered a bit, showing she felt unsure about this guy as well. "Sure am. And one eager for customers. Promise you, this one has a pussy to die for."

The stallion snorted. "Careful with what you're saying. We might take you by your word." He thought for a moment and then shrugged. "Eh, why not? Don't want Thunderlane to have all the fun and two pussies aren't enough anyway, for all of us. Get inside."

"Two pussies?" Twilight squeaked, as she realized she had just blurted out her own thoughts and slapped her hands over her mouth.

"Damn right, girl. Unlike you, they are free, though. So, you best work hard to earn that paycheck," said the stallion and pulled her inside.

The reception area had largely stayed untouched. The walls were plastered with nude posters and pin-ups of models, but apart from that it looked normal. Then, they led them behind the counter and into the holding cells. Walking by Twilight couldn't help but look, to see if anypony was inside. To her dismay, there was...

In the corner of the third cell cowered Scootaloo. The young mare leaned against the wall. She wore only a shirt that was two sizes too big, going just past her butt. She had an athletic, lithe body that was the wet dream of a lot of young stallions in town. Smooth, orange skin and a wild, purple mane that was styled back. Her bust was on the small side of B-Cup. She hadn't bloomed like her friends, but nonetheless had grown into a fine, attractive mare. And it now had led to her getting the attention of exactly the wrong kind of stallions.

Twilight wanted to cry out for her, ask if they had hurt her. She had to visibly stop herself from doing so, the demons in her head chiding her for even thinking about it. Of course they had hurt her. Raped her. Broken her. Their thicks cock pumping out of her virgin holes, defiling the innocence that she had kept from her filly-days...

She shook her head, trying to get the unwanted images out of her head. The Convent snickered in amusement over her disgust. A look back to the Bulk and the other stallion showed they were waiting on her, with Chrysalis throwing her a warning glare. "S-Sorry...," mumbled Twilight and hurried after them.

Bulk opened the door and led them into the break-room. Inside, Twilight could see that Thunderlane had gotten his hands on a TV and two couches. A fridge nearby and several empty cans of cider spoke volumes about what these guys did in their off-time. A package of condoms and a bin with massive, overfilled balloons of jizz gave her more details she didn't want to know.

And then she noticed the pink, poofy hair poking out over the couch and the stallion underneath it, that was groaning loudly. Thunderlane panted in exertion, as his hips bucked violenty, making the pink, busty mare on top of him bounce up and down. "Ugh...fuck yes! Take it, Pinkie. Bet you love a real cock up your fat pussy!"

Pinkie Pie cooed shamelessly, licking her lips and arching her back as an orgasm washed over her. Twilight’s jaw hit the floor, as she watched her giggle and continue to ride Thunderlane eagerly. Her wide hips smacking against his, while her bouncy DD-Cups tits smothered his face. His hands were around her tight waist, which had never suffered from the copious amounts of fat and sugar the mare devoured each day, which instead had gone to her ass and thighs, which were so juicy and bubbly, it could make a grown stallion cry with joy.

"Sure, do Thunderstud! Now give this sweet pussy-pie a nice pummeling~" She wrapped her arms around him and plunged his head into her cleavage, while Thunderlane kneaded her ass, his fingers sinking into the soft, pillowy flesh. He groaned and bucked and Twilight could see that he was approaching his limits.

Before too long, he came and spurts of semen splattered out of the plugged, fat pussy of Pinkie Pie, as he emptied his load inside of her. The mare moaned loudly in delight, leaning back and grinning in perverse delight. A few seconds passed, before Thunderlane slowly let her down and pulled his slick, throbbing shaft out of her snatch. "Fffffuck Pinkie...you're one hell of a ride...," he panted, wiping the sweat of his face with a nearby towel. Twilight saw both Pokey and two other stallions sit on the other couch, all three visibly exhausted and with limp dicks. Had Pinkie fucked all of them?

"Picked up a whore, boss," said the brown stallion, as he got Thunderlane’s attention.

The former athlete looked over his shoulder and grinned lecherously. "Really? It’s our lucky day then. Was planning on getting Scoots again, to finish her off." He looked over Twilight, who shuddered as he examined her like a piece of meat. "Hm...but that one is better. Looks like a real fuckdoll. Especially with that fat ass and tits."

She bit her tongue and suppressed an angry retort. No matter how accurate, she did not want to hear those words from somepony like Thunderlane. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder and got pushed forward by Chrysalis. "I'm happy to give her over, for a price. Can vouch if not for skill, then at least for her looks," she said.

Thunderlane stood up and caught Twilight, hugging her close so her boobs were pressed against his wide chest and she felt his slimy, still-erect cock touching her thighs. "Nice!" He leaned forward and forced a kiss on Twilight’s mouth. She barely managed to not resist him, although everything in her screamed otherwise. Their lips parted and he licked her cheek. "Hey, Pokey! Go and get that stallion paid. Me, Bulk and V here will have our fun now."

Pokey grumbled, but obeyed. He gestured for Chrysalis to follow and led her into the next room. The changeling threw Twilight a warning glare. "Get to it, slut. I expect you to satisfy these studs thoroughly."

"Yeah...yeah..." Twilight rolled her eyes and sighed in resignation. Left alone, she was acutely aware of the many sets of eyes on her. She was a hooker now...she had to act like one.

Forcing a smile on her lips, she reached up to her tits and touched them. "I'm a bit...inexperienced. But...my body is aching for some attention~" She lifted up her mini-skirt and showed her red thong. For the first time, she was glad she was so sensitive, as one could easily see the juices trailing down her legs.

"Oh, I can see that..." Thunderlane hands reached out for her and she could feel his fingers touch her bald snatch, prodding it. Behind her, she heard trousers drop and a hot piece of meat touch her naked back. Bulk huffed in her ear and she could tell, he was excited. How big was he? She could feel the wet tip nearly touch her shoulder blades!

She had little time to ponder in what mess she now found herself in, as Thunderlane let her skirt fall down to the ground and pulled her thong to the side. She saw his thick, veiny cock press against her folds. "W-Wait...n-no foreplay?", she stammered.

He gave her a wicked grin. "Sorry, but we had plenty of that today."

And with that he plunged his quivering shaft inside of her. Twilight gasped, as he parted her insides. Although he wasn't as big as Chrysalis, it still felt amazing. Her pussy clamped down on him, squeezing and milking him almost by instinct. At the same time, Bulk pressed his own shaft against her ass and before she could even protest, forced it past her sphincter. Hot fire shot up her spine and Twilight's eyes began to tear as pleasure and pain in equal measure flooded her brain, with only her heightened sensitivity ensuring that the former won out.

The two stallions began to quickly find a rhythm, as they mercilessly pounded Twilight. One pulled out, while the other rammed forward. She moaned and shuddered. They grunted. Rinse and repeat. Before too long, they were drenched in sweat and Twilight began to buck back, moving her hips and wrapping her arms around Thunderlane’s back. She had to drain them, exhaust them, pleasure them...

But she couldn't do it too fast, or else Chrysalis could get caught. So, under encouragement from the Convent she leaned forward and kissed Thunderlane, this time on her own volition. Her tongue invaded his mouth and he soon melted into the kiss. Her legs hooked behind his hips and she pressed her lewd body against his, while she reached behind her and grabbed Bulk’s head. Pulling back, she turned to him and kissed him.

Keep them occupied, horny, distracted.

Soon, both stallions reached their limit and came hard. Twilight could feel the hot cum pour into her, a strangely satisfying feeling, even as her own revulsion was triggered. Bulk was surprisingly quick on the trigger. Seemed like his newfound size hadn't improved everything. They pulled out, but she couldn't just let them go.

"Not so fast."

She went down on her knees and grabbed the flaccid cocks. Her elegant fingers began to rub and jerk them and her tongue flickered out, tasting their salty payloads on both of them and meticulously cleaning them. Forcing them down her throat, she bobbed back and forth, sucking them as hard as she could, until she managed to get both stallions hard again.

"Fucking...by Tartarus...what a cocksucker", groaned Thunderlane. Bulk nodded, panting in delight.

Twilight could not help but smile proudly. She had them at the leash now. Jerking their fat cocks, she gave Bulk a cheeky lick, while standing up and forcing Thunderlane’s cock back into her stuffed pussy. Opening her mouth wide, she leaned forward and let herself get spitroasted by the two studs. No further encouragement was needed, as Bulk grabbed her horn and began to brutally facefuck her, while Thunderlane slammed his hands against her ass, spanking her cheeks and making them jiggle, before hammering his rod against her cervix.

Spit flew and sweat dropped on the floor, as the two stallion's hips became a blur. Twilight feared for a moment that her nose would bleed, as her muzzle was slammed over and over against Bulk’s musky crotch. Fears that soon were drowned out by waves of pleasure, as the sheer pace of the duo began to overwhelm her. She shuddered as she came for the first time and then let out a muffled moan, as the second one washed over her shortly after.

Time began to drift and Twilight had trouble remembering how long this had been going on, as her mind was suffocated by pain and orgasmic delight. The Convent invaded past her defenses, swarming like flies around her lust-addled brain, digging into her deepest self and gorging themselves on her secrets and shames. And she could do little, but moan and cum and cum and moan.

Finally, she was dropped on the floor and loud groans were followed by fat, thick streams of jizz splattering over her skin. She opened her mouth and could taste the load that was dumped into her throat. It tasted good...addictive. She smacked her lips, her tongue catching any stray globs and felt a cooing sigh of delight come out of her throat. Why? Why did it feel so...right?

Her attention was grabbed, when she heard Thunderlane and Bulk collapse onto the couch. "Phew..okay, that's it. Two slags in one day is more than enough...," panted the dark pegasus, holding his limp dick in his hand, sweat dripping from his face. "She is all yours, V."

"Will do..." Twilight looked up and saw the brown stallion from before looking down at her. To her surprise, he didn't grab her. Instead he sat down on a free couch and spread his legs. Opening his zipper, he pulled out a truly jaw-dropping pussy-breaker. Only Big Mac could even compete with the fat, black snake that this stud pulled out. Pulsing veins and a flared head. Piercings running down the underside in a wicked display of heart-throbbing manliness.

He pointed at it. "Get to work."

Twilight’s knees were weak, as she slowly crawled over to him. She wasn't sure if she could service such a beast adequately. She wasn't tired, per se, but such a size made her hesitate. At the same time, she felt this weird, overwhelming urge to please this stallion. A voice telling her to suck, to moan and to surrender herself to the pleasure of serving perversion. She opened her mouth and licked the fat shaft from base to top. Pressing it against her face and drawing in the musk. Her nostrils flaring as the smell made her head spin.

"Wait for me!" She was pushed aside and Pinkie squeezed in. She smiled wide, as their cheeks touched and she kissed the fat cock before her. "This isn't just a party for one. How about we give this guy some hot two-for-one?"

Twilight couldn't respond, out of fear of giving herself away. Pinkie smiled at her, all the way the cheerful mare never seemed to be down for long, even though she just had pleasured some of the most horrid stallions in town and evidently enjoyed it. The two mares looked at each other and Twilight had a feeling, they came to an understanding.

They kissed.

V leaned back and closed his eyes, as the two slut kissed his veiny dick. Their tongues licking and lapping and shameless moans escaping them, as they tasted his sweat and pre-cum. They worked their way from bottom to top, meeting at the tip in an incredibly hot and passionate prench kiss. Their boobs mashing against each other, blue against pink, with the fat shaft nestled between them.

"Oooh, you taste familiar...", panted Pinkie, licking her lips. "Lilac...hmm~"

Twilight's heart was beating so loud, she was afraid one could hear it. But Pinkie didn't elaborate further, instead going down on V and licking and suckling on his fat balls. Relieved, the former princess returned to pleasuring his flared cockhead and together, the two mares worked the stallion over.

Weirdly, he never gave them orders. Instead Twilight found herself straddling him on her own, her hands on his shoulders and bouncing up and down his incredible cock under own power. It felt unlike anything she had experienced. It wasn't violent or rough. He didn't insult or force her. Instead, she went at her own pace and the pleasure was all her own. For the first time, she truly enjoyed herself.

After what felt like an eternity, Twilight reached her limit and climaxed. A powerful orgasm rocked her body and her back arched hard, her boobs pushed out, as she let out a long, drawn-out moan. Then she fell back, getting caught by Pinkie Pie. The busty mare giggled. "My turn."

Twilight laid on her back, watching her friend ride V with clear enthusiasm for over twenty minutes. Then, she too came hard and sunk into his chest, moaning drunkenly. He seemed to finally be satisfied, as he sighed happily and pulled out. Jerking his fat cock over their two faces, he came a gallon of fat, tasty jizz into their awaiting, open mouths. Painting their faces and manes with thick, white cum and making the two mares coo in delight, before they lapped each other’s faces clean.

The stallion pulled up his pants again and walked out, heading for the bathroom. As he closed the door, Pinkie Pie sat up straight and rushed over to get her clothes. "Where...? Where is it...Aha!" She reached into a pile of old jeans and pulled out a key. Then she quickly put on her shirt, which was at least one size too small and barely kept her huge boobs in, and her low-cut jeans, which showed a nice cameltoe.

Then she turned to Twilight. "Come on, before they recover! Let's scram!"

Twilight looked around, seeing that Thunderlane and the others had slipped off into post-sex sleep. "W-Wait...what? I thought..."

Pinkie just grabbed her by the hand and pulled her with her. "I bet you did. But I don't wanna wait to see Thunderlane go back on his word and the other stallion is gonna get back soon. So we better go now, or else we might have to spend the night here and I don't wanna get all stretched out. Like a chew-gum...or gum-chew. You know, when it’s too long on your mouth and it doesn't taste like anything anymore and you should actually spit it out, but got used to chewing, so it stays and just tastes worse and eventually you swallow it and then it stays in your stomach forever..."

Twilight followed her, while she was bubbling to herself, pulling her down the hallway. They soon reached Scootaloo’s cell and Pinkie Pie opened the door. The pegasus looked up, her eyes red from crying. "P-Pinkie...?"

The mare approached her gently, smiling at her reassuringly. "It’s okay, Scoots. It's over. I get you to safety," she told her, like one would talk to a wounded animal. It was only now that Twilight realized that it was Pinkie’s shirt that Scootaloo was wearing. Her heart felt like it split in two, as she realized why Pinkie was here.

"We can get her to my place. Thunderlane won't reach her there," she said.

Pinkie looked at her funny. "Not sure, if your pimp would like that-"

Twilight dropped the illusion. Pinkie’s eyes went wide, as she recognized her. "Twilight? What are you doing here?"

Before Twilight could explain, the door opened and Chrysalis stepped through, still in disguise and with a flask of red liquid in her hand. "Found it. Took a while to lose the idiot, but we should leave before he suspects anything." She saw Twilight and frowned.

"Its okay. Everything went according to plan," said Twilight hastily, before Chrysalis could argue. Then she grabbed Pinkie’s hand and helped her and Scootaloo up.

"Waitwaitwait...those two were not part of this. We can't drag them with us, we will be seen!", protested the changeling queen.

Twilight finally gave her a smile. Her horn glowed, as she drew upon the stored reserves of demonic magic she had gotten from a days worth of sex. "No, they won't."

And with an audible PLOP and a smell of lilac they disappeared, as she teleported them away.

Twilight stepped into the lab and closed the door behind her. "Okay, I gave Scootaloo one of the guestrooms and some of my clothes. She is still in shock, so Spike is gonna prepare some hot milk with honey for her," she said. She had half a mind to teleport back and tear Thunderlane and his cronies limb from limb for what they had done, but she had bigger priorities now. Looking at Zecora and Chrysalis working at the cauldron, she took a deep breath. "So, what's the progress?"

Zecora churned the liquid, which had a slight pink hue to it, with purple streaks. She had gotten her hands on a metal ladle this time around. "Rocky the road has been, but our work now nearly finished," she said, in her usual sing-song. Walking over to a table, where the half-empty flask set, she examined it critically, her face showing her thinly veiled revulsion of this wicked concoction. "Demonwork vile, makes the head spin. It leaves behind one’s innocence diminished."

"Ugh...what she is saying is, that we're nearly done and that Scortatus’ formula is one tartarus of a fucked up design," snapped Chrysalis. "Seriously, can you ever not speak in damn riddles and rhymes!?"

Zecora did not bother to respond, just rolled her eyes and picked up a small wooden carving of herself. She tipped the flask over it, pouring a tiny drop onto the carving. Twilight watched with wide eyes, as the wood twisted and turned, smoking and exuding a terrible smell. Then, after several seconds, it had transformed into a debauched version of itself, depicting a Zecora who had stripped naked and was touching her massive tits, with a lusty smile on her lips.

"I see...so, the main purpose of the formula isn't enhancement, but corruption," she realized. "It is twisting one’s mind, repressing inhibition and boosting libido and suppressed desires. All the physical changes are aimed just to make the body more...sexual?"

Zecora waved her hand, unsure. "The demon is wicked, but devious of mind. The potion's purpose to unleash one’s purpose and power, unbind."

"Basically, it brings out latent potential," clarified Chrysalis. "Binding itself to a ponies talent and digging out others. Everything gets strengthened. And the more you drink it, the stronger the effect becomes." She shook her head and snorted. "Essentially, you exchange your morals and convictions for power. Simple as that."

"I doubt it is..." Twilight took the corrupted figurine, examining it. "It doesn't explain why most stallions get buffer, while mares instead turn to sluts..."

Chrysalis laughed a bit. "Really? Sounds to me like the same effect."

"It isn't!" Twilight touched her own boobs, jiggling with them. "This isn't a combat advantage. It isn't even a hidden talent or anything. Just a sexualization that is getting increasingly ridiculous!"

"Yes, but it is what stallions desire, isn't it?" Chrysalis poked Twilight in the chest playfully. "Huge boobs, massive cocks. It's all development of sexual organs that you ponies are so obsessed with. And if the formula boosts your desires and brings you closer to your ideal..."

Twilight’s eyes went wide. "Are you saying... mares want to look like this!?"

Chrysalis shrugged. "Deep down, maybe. Almost any mare wants to be desired, to be lusted after. It’s an instinct. And stallions want to be stronger, to attract through prowess. It’s just an unfortunate coincidence that only one of those things leads to better warriors."

Twilight really didn't like this idea. But it made a worrying amount of sense. The sexual ideal getting twisted and made manifest. It would explain why Scortatus had such a hold on certain parts of the population. Any unwanted or undesired pony could become a sexy beefcake or a curvy sex-icon. One could turn not only oneself, but others into the forms one wanted. And all that, in exchange for ideals or morality that had failed anyway...

"Fine, I can see why some miscreants and jerks would want to comply with this. But the price is too high." She placed the wooden carving back on the table and stepped up to the cauldron, which bubbled nicely. "If we can remove the corruptive influence and purify it somehow...we could have the upsides of the formula, without any of the downsides."

"To take away the darkness, it can be done. But the original, it won't be outdone." Zecora grabbed her carving and dipped it into the boiling liquid. As she pulled it out, Twilight could see that the wood had become darker, more solid. It wasn't as extreme a transformation as the other one, but it was a visible enhancement.

"That's okay. We just want to level the playing field. At this point, I'm already happy if we got something to compete with." She took a flask and, with a look from Zecora, held it out. The zebra dipped the ladle into the cauldron and then filled up the flask with the now reddish-purple potion.

"Now, the test." Twilight waited until it cooled. She wasn't going to let Chrysalis have a taste of this, for obvious reasons. Zecora herself had made it clear that she wouldn't be suited, either, due to her extensive history with enhancements leaving her as a tainted test-subject. And Spike as a dragon was similarly not a good way of determining the potions effect on ponies. Which left only...

"What are you doing?"

Chrysalis nearly jumped over the table, as Pinkie poked her head over her shoulder. Zecora and Twilight took it in better stride, being more used to it. Still, Twilight found herself staring at the closed door, briefly wondering how she got in, before answering that question with...well, Pinkie Pie being Pinkie Pie.

"Testing a way to beat back Scortatus’ forces," she briefly explained. "I assume, Scootaloo is doing okay?"

"She is asleep and I gave her some pills, so she won't dream. Better this way, because you usually get nightmares after your first rape." Pinkie ignored Chrysalis, who had her arms raised in instinctual defense and stepped closer to Twilight. "Certainly looks nicer than the dark stuff Thunderlane is chugging. Does this one make you invincible? Because if it does, we could totally pull a Lone-Village-Defending-Against-Empire-While-Everything-Is-Conquered-Scenario. We would need a big, fat pony and a small pony and a dog, though."

"Not to our knowledge, no..." As usual, trying to follow Pinkie's line of thought was an exercise in frustration. Most of the time, it was just better to ignore it. "It’s an enhancement, so it will probably improve physical aspects..."

"Pooooohhh, no invincibility! Well...still useful, though. can I have a sip?"

Twilight rubbed her nose bridge and sighed. "Pinkie, this isn't even tested yet."

"...And you were gonna do it yourself." Pinkie gave her a deadpan look and crossed her arms under her chest.

"Well, yeah. After all, we need to know if it will work on ponies and-"

"But you're not a pony anymore, Twilight."

There was a brief silence in the room. Twilight blinked a bit, trying to think of a counterargument. Of course, there was none. As brutal as it was to admit, Pinkie was correct that she was no longer a pony, but a demon. That she would also be a tainted subject. But to hear it like that...it felt damning. Like merely admitting it slammed a door shut, that she had wanted to keep open.

She looked down on herself, looking at her hands. "I guess...you're right..."

"Brilliant! Then let me do it. I'm a pony, last time I checked, and I could definitely do with some enhancing and stuff. And if it doesn't work, no big loss!" Pinkie grabbed the potion and before Twilight could protest, chugged it down.

For a brief moment nothing happened. Then Pinkie began to sweat and pant. She leaned against the desk, to catch herself and groaned loudly, as if her whole body felt like it was ripping apart.

And then she farted.

"Shit..." A failure. Twilight had hoped for any kind of improvement, but this was not what she was looking for. Pinkie giggled a bit embarrassed, before being a bit more serious.

"Well, looks like it’s a dud....unless, I somehow gained the ability to power-fart."

"Any changes mentally? Has anything...changed...?", asked Twilight.

Pinkie Pie put a finger on her lips and thought. "Hmmm...oh, yes! I suddenly have a big craving for cherry-pie!"

A collective sigh went through the room. Chrysalis threw her hands up. "Great...just a colossal waste of time and energy. Screw this!" Ranting to herself, she stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind her.

Zecora rubbed her chin and looked genuinely puzzled. "Failure is the path to solution, true. Still, my mind is baffled by this wasted brew. Perhaps more time is needed. I will go home and see why success receded."

"And I'm gonna use the kitchen! For food. 'Cause I'm starving and I know you, Twilight, are in a dire need for some sugar." Pinkie winked at her. "And then we can talk, because we got sooo much catching up to do. Like, why was I a demon? Why are you still a demon? And do sheep count ponies, if they wanna sleep? But more importantly, you need some cheering up."

Twilight could not help but chuckle a bit at Pinkie’s unending energy. "Alright, alright....go ahead. I will...clean up here and then join you."

As everypony left, Twilight stood alone in her lab. Sighing in defeat, she tossed the flask into a corner. After everything that had happened, she had hoped for more. Of course, it was unlikely that an experiment like this would succeed on the first try. Still, she had hoped for better results. Just to get a lucky break, for once.

Shaking her head, she doused the flames under the cauldron with her magic and then absentmindedly levitated everything back into its proper place. Then she looked at the slowly cooling liquid. The pinkish, reddish hue, with purple lines in it. She could almost see her own face in it, twisted and with this nasty demonic horn.

She didn't know why she dipped her finger into it. Perhaps it was simple curiosity or perhaps because the Convent was as desperate for this to work as she was and she found herself obeying their commands. She wasn't sure. But she licked the warm substance off and waited. It did taste fairly sweet, at least. But no violent change, no feeling of empowerment.

"So much for that...oh well, we will get it eventually...,"she told herself, part assurance, part to brighten her own mood. She examined herself again in the cauldron and tugged at her clothes. "Hm...actually doesn't look half bad. Trashy, sure...but maybe it suits me. Or at the very least I should show more skin...."

Again the demons in her head enthusiastically agreed. A demon named Elsaack especially whispering in her ear, pointing out that at the end of the day, sex was just a weapon. A weapon she couldn't afford not to use. Because if she didn't...her friends would become sluts or bimbos, breeding wombs for Scortatus' forces. Also, she looked good and why not...enjoy that?

It was weird. Those thoughts felt no longer alien to her. Where before she would have recoiled at the mere idea of slutting up, now she found it...appealing. Then again, with everything that had happened, it was perhaps no surprise. She chuckled a bit. "To think, I wasted so much energy arguing. Guess even demons can give good advice."

She shook her head and sighed. It was high time she adjusted her priorities. This wasn't a question if she could keep her innocence. That ship had sailed. No, it was about whether she could protect everypony else. And for that, she was willing to debase herself utterly, if needed. After all, she had just fucked somepony as loathsome as Thunderlane and it had not been entirely unpleasant.

"And its been barely three months. Time flies..." Speaking of time, she should probably join Pinkie Pie in the kitchen. She actually also craved some cherry-pie now. With extra frosting....

Several hours later....

Chrysalis’ wings buzzed, as she landed before one of the many houses in Ponyville. It was nighttime and the town was deep asleep, with not even light behind the windows. Except this one. From the outside it looked like any of the picturesque, cutesy homes these ponies loved to live in, like maggots in sugary cakes.

She hadn't bothered to disguise herself, nopony was seeing her anyway. Stepping past the fence, she felt a small prickling, like her whole body suddenly got goosebumps, that told her she had passed the barrier. She would never get used to it, but it was a necessary precaution.

The door was unlocked, as nothing could pass the barrier that wasn't allowed inside anway. Chrysalis tried to calm down her beating heart, hating herself for getting nervous in the first place. She was a queen, after all! And yet, in the presence of them, she felt so frustratingly small. And the thirst...she rubbed her mouth, noticing that she had been drooling. How embarrassing!

She stepped into the living room. Sitting on the couch, was a tall earth-stallion. Fairly athletic, which was shown off by the tight shirt he wore, clinging to him like a second skin and showing off his abs. His pale, yellow skin looked like faded sunlight and his yellow mane had black highlights, as if some strands had been burned. As he looked up from the television, his black eyes caught Chrysalis and he gave her a horny grin. "Hey, sisters! Chrys is back," he yelled.

"Has it worked?" A voice from the nearby kitchen made Chrysalis turn around. Sitting at the table was a younger mare, a unicorn. She was pretty slim, almost fragile, with only a B-Cup. From the outside she looked like she was barely an adult. Her skin-tone resembled the color of copper or rusted iron, with jade green hair and a single orange strand. Wearing only a simple bra and some skinny jeans, she was eating a plate with mashed potatoes and melted cheese. "Because it would be pretty disappointing, if not. It was pretty difficult to stay in-character when that pink slut joined in with the blowjob. Almost blew my transformation."

Chrysalis shook her head and dared a toothy smile. "It went smoothly. I gave them exactly the flask you had prepared ahead of time. None of these dumb ponies suspected a thing. Not even that bitch of a zebra! Just give me a few more days and Twilight will send out formulas that will turn our foes into drooling cocksocks."

"Very good, Chrysalis. If that’s the case, then we will be very happy with your service..." There was another mare in the kitchen, currently wearing an apron and cooking at the stove. A tall earth-pony mare, reaching over six feet, she had serious curves. Expressive hips, a plush ass and a bouncing DD-Cup bust, that made her clothes stretch alluringly. Her skin was that of a sunset-hue, orange-purple, with a deep violet mane, that flowed down her shoulders like cascading water. She had two hairless tails, with one lifting up and grabbing a nearby salt shaker, adding a bit to the soup she was cooking.

Chrysalis’ heart was pounding again, as the mare turned around to face her, soup in hand. Her eyes were hidden behind bangs, and yet the changeling could feel the empty, black pits behind them staring directly at her soul. She fidgeted, trying to keep her cool. "A-Ah...yes. I'm...happy to serve." She cursed herself for having to say this, but what choice did she have? They could kill her anytime they wanted, as they had demonstrated back then.

"Just remember, Chrysalis...," said the tall mare, as she sat down and calmly ate her soup. "The only reason we didn't kill you back then was because you still had some use for us. Honor our pact and we will make you one of us, as was the deal. Fail....and I will let Melam here fuck you until he grows tired. Which will prove deadly, as I'm sure you know..."

The stallion shot her a lewd grin, touching the massive dick that was snaking down his left trouser leg. Chrysalis shuddered, but nodded hastily. She had never thought to die of emotion-overdose and yet this demon had nearly caused it, last time he had gone all-out. His desire, his lust....it was nearly unending. Even now it seeped from him like a leaky dam. When he had raped her...she had nearly lost her mind.

Biting her lower lip, she clenched her thighs. "Speaking of...."

Melam raised his eyebrow. "Looks like our little bug has her cravings again. Hey, Vanny! Finish up and let us have some fun."

The smaller mare rolled her eyes, but nodded. "Sure...but this time I stay the way I am. Sick and tired of waving a dick around. And I like the way her tongue feels~" Practically inhaling her meal, she stood up and hooked a finger into her pants. Approaching Chrysalis, she had to look up to the tall changeling and yet it was very clear who was in charge. "Ready to do some carpet-munching?"

Chrysalis could only nod, as her pussy began to flood and her pants stained. She couldn't resist. Couldn't even pretend. In front of this mare it was useless, as her desires went haywire and all she could think of was sex. Sex. Sex!

"Just clean up after yourself and make sure not to mess her up too badly. She has to walk straight tomorrow or else Twilight Sparkle could suspect something," ordered the tall mare.

"Sure thing, Naamah. But just know I need some pussy for myself eventually. I waited a thousand years to bed a mare and believe me, its getting harder every day to hold back." Chrysalis was forced down on her knees by the stallion. A hot, wet slab of meat landed on her shoulder and she sighed in pained delight, as she laid eyes on his 28-inch long bitchbreaker.

"Don't worry, Melam. We will procure you a mare that can take it." The demoness called Naamah looked at the television, which was currently showing an old recording of three mares drinking milkshakes. One of them is an orange pegasus with purple mane. Another one a yellow earth-mare with a red mane and a huge hair bow. And finally a cute, busty unicorn, with two-toned mane, white, immaculate skin and a cute, long dress.

"Three of them, in fact..."

Author's Note

Sorry for the long wait, but as you can see I continue down the road of writing longer and longer. As it turns out, I simply can't keep the chapters as short as previous anymore, given all the material.

Still, I'm quite happy with result and I hope you are, too. This one was pretty heavy on smut, as promised. I usually tend to focus more on descriptions and teasing, but obviously I have to throw some bone to the crowd every now and then.

The voting itself also produced some interesting results. It was almost equal in both cases, as you guys were split on Sensitivity and Exhibitionism, as well as Pinkie Pie and Twilight. In the end, I decided to let both results stand and incorporated them into the chapter, as you saw. Won't happen everytime, but with a result so close, I felt this was more fair.

Lasty, as you may have noticed I put no open quotes in this chapter. I decided to against using them again, as editing them is a huge pain and they interrupt the flow of the story more often that not. Does that mean no more roleplaying? Of course not!

What I do instead is now having Twilught respon to your comments directly. That feels more interactive and you guys can still influence the story and her. You probably noticed Scortatus popping up and here and there, as well, so watch out you don't get his attention. He doesn't like spoilers, for example.

But for the future, I will have your suggestion be incorporated more closely into the chapter or be merely referenced. Otherwise, you still can contact Twilight directly through the comments. I will try this out and see if it works. If not, we can always revert back to the previous system.

In any case, I hope you guys had fun with this chapter. See you all next time.