Spike groaned. "Ah, yes...gosh, Twilight. I so waited for this..."

The young dragon hissed, as she took a deep breath. Twilight looked up to him, a playful smile on her lips. Her tongue, long, flexible, and forked danced over his long dick. The smell of musk, the salty taste of pre-cum...it was intoxicating. She closed her lips around his engorged cock-head and pushed it deep into her throat. Spike whimpered in pleasure, his body tensing as his nerves send electric waves to his brain.

"Yes...yes...more...more..."

Twilight giggled, popping his cock out of her mouth. Teasing the tip with her fingers and caressing his balls. Then she began to suck him again, pushing his shaft deep into her mouth, making her neck bulge nicely. Up and down, up and down. Deeper, deeper. More, more.

Hot, thick cum spurted down her throat. A true torrent of jizz, that flooded her stomach and filled her up to the brim. She gulped and drank and finally pulled away, her cheeks bulging with tasty cum. A trail of spit connecting her lips to the fat, tasty cock. She gulped the last batch down and showed her empty mouth. "Satisfied?", she asked her assistant.

A chuckle was her answer. "Oh, very much, Twilight," answered Scortatus, sitting on his throne. His slitted eyes glaring down at her, a smug grin on his lips. "Thank you so much...my slut!"

Twilight jolted awake. She shuddered, spitting on the floor and touching her tongue. Sweat ran down her back and her sheets had been tossed off sometime during the night. Her pajama clinging to her body. Just a nightmare. A dreadful...arousing nightmare.

Her horn glowed and she summoned a glass of water into her hands. The cool liquid felt wonderful in her parched throat and she sighed in brief satisfaction. Her magic worked, to a degree. It had been a useful revelation, if only it could have arrived under different circumstances. As it stood, emotions seemed to fuel her demonic magic and made it easier to control it. Especially lust, fittingly enough...

She blushed, as she looked down on herself. It wasn't just the sweat that embarrassed her. Or the visible stain in her pants, evidence that the nightmare had affected more than just her beating heart. She instead looked at her boobs, enlarged and pressing against the way-too-small top of her pajamas. She gingerly touched them, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh like they were pillows.

She shuddered. It felt...good. That was the most worrying part. The temptation to play with them was there and she was also fully aware of how it must look to others. Before, she had a nice figure. But now she looked like she had gotten boob-job done. It was explicitly a sexual look, with her "improved" boobs jiggling with every step since all her bras didn't fit any longer. She felt like a violated doll...

Twilight sighed and stood up. There was no point in self-pity. The Convent had made it pretty clear, that this was going to be inevitable and after her talk with Celestia yesterday...Twilight had begun to slowly grasp the seriousness of her situation. She couldn't rely on the princesses for help, that was clear. In a sense, it was almost liberating. She had always worked with little support from Canterlot, so in a sense, this was familiar territory.

She just wished it wouldn't hurt so much. She had always seen Princess Celestia as a role-model. To be honest, she had worshipped her. And to see her just resign herself to her fate and submit to the debauchery Scortatus subjected her to...it was painful.

As Twilight walked into the bathroom, she peeled off her pajamas and stepped into the shower. The hot water felt good on her skin and she moaned, as she slowly began to rub herself. It felt like the metaphorical filth was washed off her. And it gave her time to think.

Seems that there is likely going to be some delay between what we see and when you receive these... How bothersome.
I would advise caution, Miss Sparkle. Your mentor, while wise, has proven she is a mare, same as you. She could not bear the thought of you failing or becoming worse than Scortatus, so out of some twisted sense of love, she struck you hard and deep, in your heart and in your loins. She even seemed to enjoy herself. Do not resent her for this if you can help it, but use it to fuel your actions. You've done things many have thought impossible before, what is one more mare going to change? It won't be easy, but you're capable of a lot more than you give yourself credit. Still, baby steps; no matter what you do next, you need friends, both old and new.

Twilight hated to admit it, but the demon was right. Celestia was wrong, although she could understand her reasons for submitting. Scortatus held her populace hostage, more or less. And for a compassionate ruler like her, this was a special kind of hell. More so, Twilight had to admit that Celestia's big failing was her inability to manage a crisis. She was a peace-time ruler. Diplomacy, trade, administration...those were her specialties. To accept losses and sacrifices in order to defeat an enemy was likely very difficult for the mare who had fashioned Equestria into an isolationist paradise.

Twilight shuddered. It felt...bad to think of her mentor like that. But she couldn't excuse her actions or even agree to them. Down that path was just submission. As painful as it was, she had to realize that Celestia was fallible.

Starting at square one, I believe one of my peers brought a good point to my attention about your young dragon friend; while he is one of your oldest friends and a good litmus test for your changes, you are not his only friend either. Believe it or not, he has a few paramours, though that may be a slight exaggeration. How much has he seen of Rarity or her sister lately? I don't recall hearing anything lately about Dragon Lord Ember or King Thorax either. And what about his cute griffon "pen pal", Gabby? With how eager their correspondence was, surely she'd send him a letter if she was okay?
The point is, be careful with him, and try taking care of him for a change. He is young for a dragon, but he obviously knows you are confused and hurting, so he is helping you, even while he is also probably hurting and confused in his own way. Do make sure he is feeling okay.

"Good point," she admitted, before biting on her tongue for agreeing with a demon. She sighed, stopping the shower and letting the water drip off her skin. She stroked her wet mane back and leaned against the wall, her big boobs squishing against it. Some use at least, if only as airbags...

"Ember has officially denounced Scortatus and threatened military intervention," she explained out loud, not just for the demon, but to gather her own thoughts. "So, I expect that she will gather an army and march against him. Subtlety was never her thing really. As for Thorax...he has stayed silent so far. I'm not sure why, but he may be just looking out for his hive."

She had never quite approved of Embers dictatorial style of ruling. Dragons were stubborn and powerful individuals and Ember as the first female dragon lord in history was not supported by the more conservative, older dragons. So, she ruled with an iron fist, having even beaten down two rebellions in the past years. She had good intentions, wanting to reform dragon society and bring the Draconic Principalities closer to Equestria in terms of trade and culture. But she could be shockingly ruthless.

But right now, Twilight was kind of glad that Ember had a tight grip on power. It meant she could act fast and decisive, which was certainly useful in this crisis. And she was a loyal ally, which counted for much more than idealistic differences.

With that in mind, Twilight stepped out of the shower and began to dry herself off. Wrapping a towel around her waist, she pushed her boobs into it, still trying to get to grips with the new size. In the end, she was satisfied, even if they kinda spilled out over the top, accidentally pushed up by the towel around her waist.

As she walked into the kitchen, Spike was already there, preparing breakfast. The young dragon as usual indispensable to her daily routine. "Morning, Twil--gah!" He recoiled, throwing the fried egg up into the air, as he turned around and saw her. Twilight reacted quickly, her magic flying out to catch the egg. She succeeded, although in her haste she accidentally crushed it in her telekinetic grip and the hot, runny egg dripped on Spikes face.

"Sorry!" Twilight winced. She felt like she was six years old again, accidentally transforming ponies into pottery-plants. This magical incontinence was really starting to get on her nerves.

Spike was transfixed, staring at her, while the egg was slowly running down his cheeks. "Ehm...this is new..." He pointed at her cleavage. "The...convent?"

Twilight sighed and nodded, before grabbing a towel and cleaning her adoptive-brothers face. "They likely think this is a joke. Or just juvenile perversion. Likely both."

"All hail being juvenile, then." When he noticed her glare, Spike flinched. "Just a joke! Sorry...that was inappropriate."

"It was," said Twilight curtly and sat down on her chair. This was her body, after all, they messed with and she did not appreciate being turned into some kind of bimbo. She also noticed Spike now repeatedly stealing some glances, while he fried a new egg. She blushed, fully aware that with her aura and now her new rack, she likely looked very compelling to a young dragon like him. "C-Could you please...not stare?"

Spike blushed, turning away with obvious guilt on his face. "Right, sorry!"

Silence followed and eventually breakfast was ready. They both sat down and ate, each one too awkward to start up a conversation. Finally, Spike spoke up. "So, ehm...whats the plan?"

Twilight dipped some bread into the egg. "Celestia and Luna are out. If we're lucky, Ember and Cadence will put Scortatus on the ropes."

She could see Spike was skeptical about that. "I mean, his army maybe. But not so sure about him."

"He is one demon. A powerful one, yes. But still only one. If he were strong enough to defeat an entire army, he would not bother sending out guards," argued Twilight.

"Sounds to me more like he just doesn't want to bother with it. I mean, there is a reason Equestria rarely got attacked during Celestia's reign. An alicorn is a pretty big deterrent. And this guy just curbstomped her." Spike sipped on his spicy lava-coffee.

Twilight grit her teeth. She loathed to admit it, but Spike had a point. Scortatus was likely more than capable of defeating small armies by himself. But his enemies knew that, too. So, they likely would have a plan, right? And she refused to believe, that he was invincible. It just wouldn't be fair!

A virgin?

Is that what you think of me dear Sparkle?

There is a difference between a ranter and me. A ranter would do this out of perverted fun. They would like to see you naked and sweaty, as you suck on demon dicks, fingering yourself to a glorious climax over...

and over...

and over...

But, can we clear something up? I don't wish to see you naked, no-no-no. I never liked that about my companions. Oh so ever small thinking, never going farther than thinking with their hormones. All they wish to see from you is sex and misery. The misery of actually enjoying this perverted world we put you in. They want to see you on the ground, begging to be pumped full 24/7.

That's not how I like to work. I always liked the rush of it. The rush of having them begging to be freed from this sexual prison that my companions are putting you in. I always liked breaking their minds as they dissolve into insanity and compliancy. I mean, look at Celestia! Your mentor, your teacher, your parent in all but name. She was a work, let me tell you. Always begging for us to stop, to leave this place. It was a beauty when she broke after New Coltsville (I must thank the demon commander from that sector for that). The once-proud goddess of the sun, the leader of your nation, broken and submitting on the ground, clothed in something that is pushing the limits of what is acceptable by your standards.

In short, I like breaking you. But not fucking you.

And hey! As a show that I mean every word I say, I'll abstain from the next vote!

Oh, you don't know about the vote? Hahaha!

Oh, don't you worry your pretty little face about it. It's not important right now. Just know that I am one of the few demons in your head that doesn't want you broken so fast.

Also, excuse you! I'm a virgin by choice, not by because. I mean, just yesterday 3 girls tried to jump me outside the bathroom, begging for my 8 inches. It was cute how willing they were to get some of me.
Sorry girls, you got nothing on this man.

"Just eight inches!?" Twilight actually burst out laughing, for a brief moment. Spike looked up, confused and a bit offended. Then he realized, she wasn't speaking to him.

"I'm sorry, that was rude...wait, why am I apologizing? You're a demon!" Twilight shook her head, actually amused for the first time since...well, forever it felt like. "I'm not sure what is more pathetic, your boasting about how many girls you laid like you're some lonely pervert or the fact that you think eight inches is long."

"It isn't?", came it from Spike, but Twilight didn't pay attention to him.

"Just to clarify a few things. The national average is fifteen inches. And before you ask, yes, I did that research. Giggle about it like the fifteen-year-olds that you are." It felt good to blow off this demon, if only because Twilight had really wanted to shout at someone the last few days. "I guess, now I know why you are participating in this. Overcompensating by hurting other ponies, right? All from the safety of your eternal cell in Tartarus. Well, guess what? Even if you win. Even if everything goes your way...you will still be locked up in there and rot until the heat-death of the universe. And still be a loser!"

She panted after the outburst, her towel having loosened and now slipping off to reveal her naked body, but Twilight didn't care. Spike was beet-red, trying not to look at her and looking down at his crotch with a very dismayed expression. "Eight inches is small?"

Since no answer came, Twilight huffed and picked up the towel. It felt good to be angry, for some reason. Her horn glowed and she floated over her mug, downing her coffee in one go. "Right...piss off again. At least, you're gonna chew on that for a while," she muttered to herself.

After she calmed down, she turned around and headed for the door. "I also need some new clothes, thanks to these jerks. You mind cleaning up in the meanwhile, Spike?"

"No...no, not at all..", came the slightly dejected answer.

Twilight raised an eyebrow but then decided to ignore it for now. Spike was a big boy and she had bigger problems right now. "Good. I'm going to visit Rarity, okay? Am back in a few hours." And with that, she left, not noticing Spikes staring at her and biting his lip in frustration.

A demonic snicker echoed in her mind, giving Twilight the feeling that she had made a mistake...

"Darling, dear...you're making me feel inadequate," joked Rarity, as she snapped the measuring-tape back and examined Twilights body. The purple mare was blushing, as she stood and let her friend touch her boobs, pushing them up and letting them jiggle as she let them go.

She was in Rarity's boutique and to her relief, nothing seemed to have changed. Tasteful curtains, blue-purple walls, and mannequins showing off a variety of outfits. The only thing out of place was a small, red banner with Scortatus emblem, a dripping spear, on it. Twilight hadn't confronted Rarity about it yet, as she had been more relieved to see her friend in a good mood.

Rarity was considered one of the most beautiful mares in Ponyville. Something she took great effort to ensure. Unlike Applejack, Twilight, or Fluttershy, she didn't rely on her natural looks. Instead, she put on make-up, wore expensive and gorgeous dresses, and even modified her own body. Though the latter part, she had only admitted to Twilight in private, as the notion of enhancing her boobs and sucking off fat from her hips, was understandably embarrassing for her.

Still, it did pay off. Rarity looked gorgeous, with long legs, a plush, marshmallow-soft butt, a narrow waist, and round, perfectly-shaped DD-Cup boobs. Today, she wore a white blouse, which she unbuttoned slightly for a deep cleavage and a dark-blue miniskirt that hugged her rear tight. Together with her red glasses and black thigh-highs and she looked like a very enticing version of a secretary or librarian. Or a businessmare, in her case.

"Glad to see, you're well enough to make jokes now." Twilight grimaced, leaning forward so Rarity could measure her back and rear.

The fashionista raised an eyebrow and stepped away from her. "I won't lie, darling. It felt...violating, what this brute did to us. But, well...let's just say this wasn't my first time getting brainwashed." She was referring to the time where she had bought a magic book, that had turned out to have a corruptive influence. Twisting her creativity and desire for glamour into hedonistic indulgence. In the end, she had turned the walls of the town-hall into crystal, her skin into glittering gold, and strutted naked through the streets, laughing mad. Thankfully, they had managed to lift the curse and get rid of the book, but the whole episode remained supremely embarrassing for Rarity.

"That, and I still have a business to run. Crying into a pillow sadly doesn't lead to good designs, contrary to what some avant-garde artists believe," she added, while Twilight was putting her shirt back on. It wasn't easy, as her boobs actively struggled against being contained and pressed against the fabric, making her nipples visible and putting emphasis on her huge rack. "I must say, you can call yourself fortunate they only enhanced your boobs. I'm not sure a bigger rear would have been quite so dignified."

Twilight rolled her eyes. "Yes, I'm very thankful for their restraint," she snarked.

"Maybe you should. They evidently can do whatever they want to you. Angering them is not a good idea, Twilight." Rarity floated over some shirts and held them against Twilight, before shaking her head and throwing them to the side. "In times like this, it is better if you keep your head down, instead of provoking more abuse."

"Is that why you hang Scortatus banner in the shop? To keep your head low? Or boost sales?" Twilight regretted the barb as she said it, but she couldn't help herself. After the betrayals in the last few days and especially Celestia's shameful submission, her whole world was crumbling apart. Ponies she trusted turned against her and friends abandoned the fight for their own gains.

Rarity, to her credit, took the accusation rather well, as she just shrugged her shoulders. "I have a business to run, Twilight. And luckily enough this town wasn't burned to the ground like New Coltsville. You have to forgive ponies, for not wanting to stick their necks out against a stallion who just beat the princesses and the Elements of Harmony."

"Again with New Coltsville..."

"Yes, again." Rarity glared at her like she was a misbehaving student. "Over fifty thousand ponies killed in a day. And the rest carted off to Tartarus knows where. I can't even imagine, what they are doing to them! And most of them hadn't even rebelled. It was the mayor and the militia who took up arms. The rest were just...collateral."

Twilight had no counter-argument. It was frustrating, as she wanted to defend the mayor's decision. She wanted the ponies to rise up and cause trouble. But everypony told her that this was wrong and it made her mad, that this was apparently so self-evident for them. It was cowardly! "But what is the alternative? Letting Scortatus and his goons violate, rape, and brainwash whoever they like? Plunge this country into some kind of debauched hell?"

Rarity winced but shook her head. "I...I don't know, Twilight. You're right, doing nothing is wrong, too. But if in the attempt of defeating Scortatus we destroy the very thing we want to restore...what would be the point?"

"I...I...ugh!" Twilight leaned against the wall and slumped to the ground. "Am I really wrong?"

Rarity smiled at her, while she pulled out some blouses and shirts that fit her. "Not a pleasant experience for you, isn't it?"

No, it wasn't. Twilight wasn't so arrogant to believe, that she was always right. But that she was smarter than the average pony was a fact. Which made the times where she was dead-wrong rather frustrating for her. This time especially, as it felt like she would capitulate to Scortatus evil if she admitted that resisting him was a fool's errand.

"But what are we supposed to do? I mean, he has to be stopped."

"And he will be stopped, dear. We have allies and we have our decency" Rarity winked at her. "Scortatus can hardly force us to abuse each other. In the end, good ponies will remain good ponies. Sure, things will be worse than before, but even if he stays, he cannot corrupt our decency and kindness."

Twilight really didn't like the defeatism, but maybe Rarity had a point. Sure, Scortatus could say that rape was legal, but it wouldn't matter if the rest of society didn't agree with him. And maybe it made sense that most ponies were now cautious, especially her friends. After all, they had been soundly beaten. It wasn't like a second try would change anything about that, in their minds.

"I have to win this bet...", she told herself.

"And I have every confidence you will. If there is any mare that could do it, it's you." Rarity gave her a big smile, as she sat down next to her.

Twilight nearly cried. "Oh, Rarity..." She reached over and hugged her friend, who patted her head.

"Those have been some tough days, I know. But trust me, we will get through this. Just keep calm and--"

The door flung open and her bell rang. Rarity quickly got up, straightening her skirt, and ran up to the new customer. "Welcome to Rarity's boutique. What can I...oh, it's you Thunderlane." She was clearly not amused by the stallion's loud entrance and crossed her arms before her chest, accidentally squishing her boobs. "What can I do for you?"

Thunderlane was a loudmouth and troublemaker. The type of stallion who was fully aware of his athletic achievements and his looks and let them affect his ego. In a way, he had been similar to Rainbow Dash, before she matured, and they used to be friends before his antics and homophobia ruined that relationship.

Problem was, he was attractive, as Twilight had to admit. A chiseled, athletic body honed by years of training and good genes. Even with his shirt on, she could see his abs, which was made all the easier by his tight clothes. A long, blue mohawk gave him a roguish, wild look. And his pants were clearly containing a big package, as shown by the visible bulge. If only his personality wasn't garbage...

"Hey, Rarity. And Twilight too. Damn, nice tits. Did you get them enhanced?" He laughed, openly ogling Twilight. His eyes traveling over her body, as he was mentally undressing her. "And here we thought, you were busy crying your eyes out. Nice to see our princess already putting some effort into fitting in."

Twilight was really tempted to blasting this asshole through the wall, but a look by Rarity stopped her. The fashionista glared at Thunderlane and put her hands against her hips. "Is there anything I can help you with, because if you're just here to insult my friend, then I will kindly ask you to leave,", she said, her tone making it very clear that she wouldn't be "kindly" when it came down to it.

"Right, sorry. I was actually here to commission some new uniforms. Ordered by the big guys in Canterlot," he explained and showed Rarity a document.

The mare took it and began to read it. "Promotion to Overseer...ensuring the safety of the town's residents...equipped to the highest standard..." She stopped when she noticed that Thunderlane reached out and was groping her boobs. "What in Celestia!?"

This time, Twilight acted. Her horn glowed and Thunderlane was smashed against a nearby wall, toppling multiple mannequins and scattering needles. "Don't touch my friend!", she snarled, her eyes glowing red with anger.

"Wowowowo...I wouldn't do that, if I were you, princess," groaned Thunderlane, choking as Twilights magic went for his throat.

"Why not!?"

"Twilight...Twilight!" Rarity grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back. Thunderlane slumped to the ground, coughing and wheezing. When Twilight looked at Rarity, she saw her pointing at the door.

Five more stallions had stepped in. Twilight recognized Bulk Biceps and Pokey Pierce among them, the rest she didn't know. "Is there a problem?", asked the one at the front, a muscled brown-skinned stallion with white hands and feet. Twilight gritted her teeth, ready to beat them all to a pulp if need be.

"Nothing. Just our former princess a bit confused over some legalities." Thunderlane stood back up, with a smarmy grin on his face. He did walk back to his posse, making sure to stay away from Twilight, though.

"What do you mean, legalities?", hissed the purple mare, trying to keep the stallion within her sight and standing before Rarity.

"Twilight..." Rarity gave her the document.

"With the Overlord's authority, we requisition Ponyvilles boutique for services to the crown. Its business and owner are now state-property and will be managed by the Royal Guard....what!?" Twilight couldn't believe it. "You can't make Rarity state-property. She is a pony, not some house!!!"

"We can and we did," said Thunderlane. "You see, the Overlord wants this place under close supervision to ensure a smooth transition. He chose Ponyville to be the center of his reforms to Equestria and he made us his enforcers. That means we need to get equipment, housing for our members...." His eyes went to Rarity and he grinned lewdly. "Entertainment...."

Twilights horn flared again, but Rarity stopped her. "Twilight, don't...its no use..."

"They are going to hurt you!"

"Only if you piss us off, princess," said Thunderlane. "We are not animals, you see. As long as you give as no reason, we will treat Rarity here as she deserves. After all, the Overlord values her skills. But...if you were to pose a problem..." His implications were clear.

Twilight wanted nothing more than to beat these assholes to Tartarus and back. For a moment, she seriously considered tearing them apart, consequences be damned! But a look at Rarity shaking her head and the moment passed. She couldn't do it. Even if she were successful in using her untested demon-magic against five stallions, they would just send more. And they would punish more of her friends after that.

So, she lowered her fists and depowered her horn. Gritting her teeth, until it hurt, Twilight relented. "I..understand. I apologize for...attacking you." She wanted to vomit for saying that, but she saw no other option.

Thunderlane scratched his chin. "Hm...are we satisfied with that apology, guys?" The group shook their heads. He grinned and looked back at Twilight and Rarity. "Doesn't look like it. So, you better make it up to us."

"You can't be serio--"

"Of course!", said Rarity and stepped forward, giving Twilight a pleading look. The former princess clenched her fists but held her tongue.

The fashionista stood before the stallions and began to pop open the buttons of her blouse. She was careful, slow, making a show out of it. She then dropped her blouse on the ground, showing her DD-Cup boobs barely contained by a black, lacey bra. Then she slowly peeled off her skirt, shaking her rear towards the perverts, to their clear delight. The thigh-highs followed and soon after the bra and panties, until Rarity stood in all her naked glory before them, her boobs swaying nicely and her shaved, puffy pussy clear for everpony to see. Her face was burning, but she kept a brave facade.

The stallion hooted and Thunderlane looked expectantly at Twilight. The princess glared at him with pure hatred but then undressed as well. She had no choice. It was either this or her friends getting hurt. When they saw her big boobs, the group cheered and whistled. Nothing had ever been so humiliating for Twilight and she was shuddering with barely contained rage and shame.

"Alright! Now, squat down and get to work," ordered Thunderlane and opened his pants. Twilight watched with shock, as all five stallions pulled out their cocks, each twitching in anticipation. Thunderlane was the biggest, with twenty inches, closely followed by the brown-skinned stallion. Even Bulk Biceps had a throbbing, fat seventeen inches waiting to be serviced. Twilight had never checked, but she was pretty sure that a steroid-abusing bodybuilder like Bulk should not have such a big dick!

Rarity went down immediately, grabbing two cocks and jerking them off while licking a third one that was shoved in her face. Once again, Twilight forced herself to follow her example and squatted down before Thunderlane and the brown-stallion. Their cocks reeked of musk like they hadn't washed them in days. Thick veins pulsed and they were hot to the touch.

Twilight was tempted to bite or rip them off but instead began to awkwardly jerk them off. Behind them, she could hear the wet noises of Rarity choking and gurgling, as she was forced to swallow the shaft of Pokey. Thunderlane pushed his dick against Twilights face, his flared cockhead smearing pre-cum over her cheeks. "Damn what a sight...kinda dreamed of that a long time, princess. Or...former princess, right? You're not an alicorn, after all."

"You bastard! You betray your own people, just for this!?" Twilight wanted to say more, but he pushed his dick into her mouth and shut her up.

"Sure. I mean, wasn't that hard of a decision for us. Being a stallion in Equestria isn't all that fun, you know? Always being around beauties like you, untouchable to common folk like us? It's Tartarus, I tell you." Thunderlane groaned as he pushed his cock further down her throat, making Twilight gag. "It's one stallion for every...what...five, six mares? And even then some go lesbian! Fucking dykes ruining things even further."

That was it!? All this, just because he was frustrated for not having a marefriend!? The absurdity of the situation almost made Twilight vomit, although that might have been the fat cock pushing down her throat, making her neck bulge obscenely. Rarity meanwhile was licking and sucking on the cocks before in succession, the spit-shined rods quivering under her tongue. Her mascara was running down her cheeks, making the stallions somehow even more excited.

"So, yeah...Scortatus gives us the chance to put you bitches in your proper place. You would be surprised how many take him up on that offer. All those stallions you and your friends wouldn't even give a second thought or bother to acknowledge...they sure don't mind the regime-change, you know?" Thunderlane grabbed her head and trusted forward. Twilight screams were muffled and she tried pulling away, but the stallion was stronger than her.

"Ugh...yes...fuck...yes...take it, slut! Take it and love it!" Thunderlane groaned as he began to skullfuck her, ramming his shaft down her throat without caring about her discomfort or if she was getting any air. Twilight squealed and gagged. Air was getting tight. Her brain had trouble working. Thoughts mumbled and thrown in disarray. And something....deep...deep down, getting aroused...

Before she could suffocate, Thunderlane pulled out. Twilight gasped, her eyes nearly rolled up into her head. Her energy was gone. When the brown-skinned stallion stepped forward, she couldn't even put up a token-resistance, just reaching for his cock and jerking him off. When they pressed against her face, she opened her mouth and licked their shafts, tasting the salty sweat and musky pre-cum.

This was what Celestia had been talking about. Twilight had blamed her for not having the willpower to endure the casualties. And yet, when she had been put in a similar situation, she had caved as well. Debasing and humiliating herself, in order to protect what was precious to her. Shame and dignity mattered little in the face of pain and death.

Soon, the stallions reached their climax. Groaning and cursing, Thunderlane and his companions jerked their cocks and then came all over Twilights face. Thick spurts of white, globby cum poured onto her, staining her hair, her face, her lips and even dropping down to her tits. The smell and taste were overwhelming...

Next to her Rarity moaned, as she was showered in jizz. Her make-up smeared, giving her a trashy, whorish look. Thick cum dripped into her carefully styled mane. She shuddered, juices dripping down her legs. She slowly wiped her face clean with her hands. "Are..you satisfied?", she asked Thunderlane, looking him defiantly in the eyes.

The stallion looked around and noticed the clothes prepared for Twilight. He grinned. "Almost, dear..."

Twilight stumbled back home, through the streets of Ponyville. Her face smeared with jizz and her new clothes clinging to her body. Her ass was clad in a black mini-skirt, with a red thong peeking out, while she wore a hastily cut shirt, which left her belly free and barely covered her boobs. On it were stitched the words "PONYVILLE'S NEW BITCH".

Twilight shuddered, as the ponies stared at her in shock. Tears ran down her face. She had known Scortatus wouldn't play fair. However, she had not expected how big the mismatch would be. And how humiliating it was, that some small, sick part of her was beginning to enjoy it...

Author's Note

Phew, this was a big one! Quite glad I finished it in time.

This should give a good sense of how I will distribute smut and plot in later chapters. The next one will likely involve more plot, but erotica will be more present in general. As you might have noticed, maledom is kinda my thing, so expect to see more of that. Of course, this will not exclude the possibilities of some dominant females or even Twilight herself.

Not much in terms of quotes this time around, but a lot just repeated what others said already or didn't fit into the story, really. I recommend either trying to go for plot like some are doing with really leaning into the demon and backstory stuff, or writing more lewd suggestions and such for Twilight, as that is easier to integrate. Of course, its down to your preference, in the end.

As for the vote, this time around it was more lopsided. Big Boobs clearly were the will of the people, although Sensitive Pussy got some push later on. But do not despair, those who didn't win. There is always next time. That, and I will likely add something for the next vote.

In any case, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.