Full.

Overfull.

Stretched.

“Ahnnnnnn~!”

Sweetie’s whole awareness was zeroed in on her stuffed, teenaged fillyhood. Everything else in the room had faded behind a dim curtain, as her senses were inundated with the straining stretch of her beloved Dad’s hoof-sized cockhead inside her once-virginal pussy.

She could feel every fold, every muscle in her opening wrapping around her father’s fat knob, molding to his very shape, sucking every exposed inch of her tight, twisting interior walls against his mottled-pink intruder.

”Uh-Uhnn…!”

The presence of his girthy bell-end in the first inch of her winking pussy had bulged out everything down there. With the massive intruder so close to the surface of her plotside, a noticeable bump in the lips pressed out from inside: the rigid glans of her father making it seem like something was alive and trying to escape her.

Her poor, plump exterior labia had been completely stretched… rolled out to their utmost, squished open against her flank-cheeks. The tight, bright pink interior lips were as well.

Sweetie knew she was slender down there — she’d never really liked inserting anything during her… ‘private time’. Even Rarity’s most ‘portable’ toys felt uncomfortably straining when she’d experimented with them, never going deeper than a half hoof length.

And now… to admit this… this monster of a stallionhood. Her father’s monster.

Sweetie groaned, unsure how her tight lips hadn’t been injured by his sudden, penetrative thrust. Perhaps it was Rarity’s spell? Or maybe it was the fashionista’s immaculate timing?

Or maybe Sweetie was stretchier than she thought… maybe she was meant for this kind of cock. This kind of stud.

For her Dad.

“D-duh… Dad~!”

In any case, it felt incredible! How had she been so blind when she’d played with those toys? The feeling of being so completely stretched was exhilarating! Her lips had sucked back to the shaft underneath her father’s mushroomed glans, his thick upper shaft still more than enough to mash against her throbbing clitoris from the sheer girth of the stallionhood in her.

New feelings of satisfaction, of perfect, sexual accommodation for her stud throbbed in her heart. She was taking him into her, letting his body into hers… Even the dull pain of accepting so much raw size simply added fuel to the wondrous mix of screaming pleasuring thrumming for her lower body.

And then Hondo started to push.

“Oh! F-F...fuck!” Sweetie’s groan sounded just like the desperate moans of her sister earlier.

Hondo’s stallionhead was plowing into her. Not rough, but smooth and steady — an inevitable and unstoppable force that was slowly opening her, wrenching open new territory deep inside her vise-like fillyhood.

Sweetie’s eyes squeezed shut in focus, drawing a shuddering breath to steady herself. She was already surrounded by the hulking, sweating bulk of her father… mounted over the top of her, covering her easily on all sides, his belly just barely touching the top of her back. Now he was taking her insides too… his fat knob plumbing deeper and deeper into her, filling her up with him.

But there was a wonderful surrender in that… in melting into her Dad. Melting into his heavy, huffing breaths, his little sweating grunts, his rugged, musky scent… and his dominant, impressive size.

“H-hah… haa~!” More incoherant squeaks were drawn out of her, as the mottled pink part of Hondo’s shaft slipped in past the airt-tight clamp of her pussy against his cock. Nearly a third of him was inside her now, enough to put a belly-bulge just above her slender teats.

“Sh-shi… sh~!” A curse died on her lips as she felt a powerful wracking wink roll through her, making her back arch under Hondo, pushing her curved spine up to push against his dad-bod belly. The wink fired through her plot, making her fillyhood clench and release, weak milking spasms due to the overwhelming stuffing that they were enduring.

But she also poured a new splash of wet, steaming fillycum out. Her body’s primitive response to the sheer hulking size of the stud rutting her, an instinctive biological attempt to lubricate as much of the prodigious genetically-blessed breeding mate this estrus had managed to attract.

The spray of fluid rolled down, down, down the obsidian black shaft, dripping down off the stallion’s pulsing medial ring… only some of it rolling so far as to slide down his scrotum and fall in patters from his low-hanging sack to the floor below.

“Sweetieheart, baby.” Hondo grimaced, his rumble coming through his chest and into Sweetie’s back as much as it reached her flicking, desperate ears, “Ya gotta relax… y-you’re… so buckin’ tight!” He waggled his hips slightly, pausing his thrust.

The waggle made Sweetie’s eyes shoot open, the unexpected side-to-side movement touching all sorts of new nerves off deep inside her, as well as sending her lovebud bumping over a particularly fat vein that ran up the ventral side of her father’s stallionhood.

Everything she was experiencing in this moment was new, stunning, groundbreaking.

Her heart fluttered in time with her plot-muscles, the brief hiccup in her tension enough for Hondo to seize upon: with a well-timed shift of his powerful hips, he jammed a further three-inches of rapidly-thickening daddy-dick into his youngest’s steaming teenage snatch.

“GUH!” Sweetie gasped.

It felt like she’d been punched in the gut! The huge spear of red-hot, iron horsecock was deep inside her now. She could feel her body’s internals shifting, moving out of the way to make space for the thumping great volume of penis plowing into her. She could feel her diaphragm unable to suck as deep a gasp, almost like she was winded, the additional pressure against it from having half her father’s big fat dick inside her blocking her ability to breathe easily.

It was like her whole body. Her whole essence. Her whole self… was devoted to pleasing, to accepting this stallionhood. Her dad. Her stud.

And she loved it.

The filling feeling wasn’t just filling her biologically. Wasn’t just filling that aching, burning arousal in her loins. It was making her feel filled with the heart and soul of another pony, a virile male stallion. A rugged essence that scorched her own soul, filling her mind, body and soul in a perfect completion of male and female.

Under her shut eyelids, her eyes rolled back in pleasure. She’d never felt so good. All her anxieties, all her dreams, all her hopes and fears and stresses and everything. It all boiled away in the crucible of being rutted. She could see why Rarity and her mother loved this so much.

This was their purpose, as ponies… as mares.

To be completely, totally, bred by their beloved stallions.

By her father.

“Careful, Father! Not so rough, it’s her first time, remember.” Rarity’s scolding voice was close. “Gentle!”

“I am being gentle!” Hondo gruffed, through clenched teeth. “I just… I’ve only got halfway in, and holding my hips up like this is killing my lower back.”

“Halfway is plenty, Father.” Rarity snapped quickly. “I think I’ve spoiled you, you’ve forgotten just how much you wield. Remember our first time? Halfway would have killed me.”

“But when we-”

“Oh no, you will not be hilting Sweetie on her first time.” Rarity’s voice growled, before switching to a purr. “Leave that until later in the cruise, we have plenty of time. And if she can’t… well, you know I can.”

“F-fine… but my back.”

“Then stop covering her! Put your hooves on her back, diamond-dog style. You’ll be able to put less into her that way.”

“Muh… mah… moh…” Sweetie gasped out, finally catching her breath enough to weakly whisper, as her father’s heavy forehooves lifted out of her peripheral vision, leaving only small scuff-cracks filled with sweat from her father’s great size… before she felt that weight come to rest squarely on her back, two hooves perched on her shoulders, supporting half of her father’s weight.

“Hmm? What was that Sweetie?” Rarity asked.

“Muh… more!” Sweetie moaned out, finally able to form the word, as she pushed back weakly into the pole spearing her tender flesh, unable to do much with the mass of her father pinning her into the table — she had to keep her forearms locked to transfer the weight down.

“Oh my. You really do take after Mother,” Rarity giggled. “Well, Father, I’m sure you heard her. But no hilting.” Rarity warned again, “I have no intention of souring this cruise with a trip to the infirmary.”

“Don’t worry Sweetieheart, Dad’ll take care of ya’...” Hondo cooed, his left forehoof rubbing between her shoulder blades comfortingly, “I’ll be gentle, too.”

Sweetie felt that gentleness a moment later. As Hondo pushed forward again, this time with a slower, grinding slide, pushing another inch into her body. The slower insertion was like drinking a cool glass of water, slowly quenching an intense thirst… able to experience in exquisite detail the fattening shaft-size as she slid further and further down her father’s dark black fleshpole.

“GahN!” Sweetie choked out another moan as her clitoris thumped against the fat stopper-band of Hondo’s medial ring. Another mini-orgasmic quiver electrified her extremities, crackling nerve-energy from the jarring impact touching every tip of her limbs.

Two-thirds of that… big… hulking cock were inside her now.

Inside her!

More than a foot of her insides had been displaced by a stallion’s horsecock.

Her father’s horsecock.

That was basically behind her belly-button!

“That’s enough, Father.” Rarity sighed.

“N-NO!” Sweetie squeaked, surprising herself with how quickly and powerfully she’d objected, her feral and vociferous growl echoing up from the awakened depths of her primitive mind. “M-more!”

“I don’t…” Rarity began to reply, but Hondo was already pushing forward.

His filly had made a demand of him. His rutting partner, his broodmare had asked for more. His daughter.

It was like Sweetie could sense his thoughts through their animal, erotic connection. And she knew he wouldn’t let her down.

But her body was resisting him. The fat ring of erectile tissue that divided the upper two-thirds of Hondo’s impressive cock from the terrifyingly thick bottom base was jamming against the teen-filly’s tight, fully stretched outer lips.

A physical barrier, not one of desire, emotion, or love.

Sweetie’s entire fillyhood squirmed and spasmed under the sudden, intense increase of force. All of Hondo’s gentle pressure, of his restrained power was revealed as he began to truly push into his youngest daughter’s impossibly tight cunt.

“OHhhhhh~!” Sweetie’s eyes crossed goofily, as she braced against the table, creaking under her. She could feel her lips pulsing, throbbing under the immense pressure, unable to give any further. Her father’s medial ring was already touching either side of her pert, cream-white ass-cheeks: if he was going to pop in it would literally be spreading her very plot wide open.

A few moments of shearing, grunting pressure felt like an eternity. A rising crescendo-tone of wanton need that never spilled over to a climactic culmination. Anticipation without satisfaction.

“Fuck!” Hondo snarled, his first curse, “hold on, babe.”

“Father, no…” Rarity began.

But her admonition fell on deaf ears. Nothing would stop Hondo and Sweetie Belle now. The two had become one entity, a perfect union of paternal and erotic love… desire… and determination.

“N-nnuh!” Sweetie whimpered, feeling the pressure reverse for a brief moment. There was a flash of desperation, of disappointment at the retreat. Worry that perhaps Hondo had given up. But then her instinct screamed at her, blared a warning. It knew what was coming.

Brace yourself!

*Whump!*

Hondo reversed his pull-out after only a couple of inches, coming back in with double the force he had earlier. All of those powerful, sinewed muscle in his sides and legs that Sweetie had marvelled out throughout her childhood were now tensing and coiling, being brought to bear against her rump… through her Dad’s cock.

The medial ring still jammed against her pussylips, unable to overcome the impossible hurdle set in front of it. The impact drove all of Sweetie’s body mass forward, her forehooves scraping on the table with loud squeaks, but she managed to maintain her balance.

Barely.

The thudding impact hit her nervous system like a tsunami. A rising wave of sensation that crashed up through her nethers, spilling all the way up her spine and into her mind, an exciting drum-thud of new pleasure.

And he was already withdrawing again for a second thrust…

*Whump!*

The second thrust was even heavier, with more of a back-swing and coming in with more speed.

“Ahn!”

The little exhortation was unblockable, as if the impact had forced the sound itself out of her lungs.

Again, the heavy stallionhood speared into her. Again, she felt the tremendous, wet impact of the medial ring against her clitoris, her lips, her flank.

Again, they were unable to achieve the penetration they so desired.

The head deep inside her was straining, pulsing, throbbing against the deepest part of her inside. It was as if every part of her dad, of her dad’s cock was stretching to its utmost… doing everything it could to penetrate just a little bit further.

To no avail.

Another withdrawal, pulling back far, far… far this time.

Inch after inch pulling back out of her, leaving a cavernous vacuum in its wake.

“Unnnh~!”

Sweetie felt her insides grasping, pulling at her father as he withdrew, not wanting to let him go. The sheer vacuum of the vise-tight teenage snatch being emptied caused her outer lips to grip his departing shaft, stretching outward like a pink glove, trying to hold on just one moment longer.

*WHUMP!*

There was no way for Sweetie to brace for the impact of this thrust. In slow motion, she felt what felt a million things at once.

The heavy, crashing impact of stallionflesh against her plotside.

The spearing, plowing, re-opening of her love-tunnel by her Dad’s hoof-sized cockhead.

The ripple of flesh roiling up her body…

The terrifying, gut-clenching feeling of her forehooves slipping out from under her. Of her balance shifting.

Of falling.

The heavy, breath-winding thunk of her chest against the coffee table as she fell, face-down
plot-up, suspended by the sheer support of her father’s sturdy penis.

“Careful!” Rarity yelped. But the pair were beyond hearing such warnings.

“Oh~!” Sweetie groaned. She felt her father’s forehooves plant themselves on the small of her shoulder blades, pinning her to the table, pressing her head against the relatively cool surface, already fogging up from the sheer sweaty-heat of the unicorn teen’s brow.

She was totally at his mercy. Pinned under him. Completely mounted.

And she wasn’t afraid, or anxious. She was delighted.

Her mind reveled, pleasure neurons and neurochemicals firing like poprocks in soda as she totally submitted, giving up everything to her feral, virile stud.

“Dad! Goddesses, YES!”

He was going to rut her. Jackhammer into her.

There was a quiet moment, a frozen blip of time and space, where Hondo’s hips seemed to almost pause, like a strong blacksmith’s hammer held above the anvil, about to strike with full, precise force.

Sweetie’s heart was thudding in her chest, her ears ringing with the increased blood pressure, adrenaline surging through every vein. It was a mixture of pure, wild fear of the sheer might of a stallion in full rut… mixed with the intense, burning desire of wanting it.

Wanting it so bad.

Oh, Goddesses! Oh, Luna, Celestia, and all the ancients! Please!

The last vestige of Sweetie Belle’s consciousness groaned out an internal prayer, begging for the hammer to fall.

And fall it did.

*Ka-THUMP!*

“OoOMPH!” Sweetie almost choked out a groan, her face smashed into the sturdy wood of the coffee table with the heavy, pounding thrust that fell, assisted by gravity, directed from Hondo’s surging muscular body, through his rigid, sturdy, gargantuan cock… into her tender teen pussy.

The bulge in her stomach pushed outward, noticeably bowing out a hoof-sized spot above her belly button, almost pressing out to touch the coffee table through Sweetie’s tummy.

And yet Hondo still couldn’t jam his medial ring into her. It still jammed heavily against her clitoris, mashing it back into its hooded hiding place despite her lovebud’s rigid, throbbingly erect state.

A half-moment after that terrific impact, Sweetie felt something new: the massive slap of Hondo’s swollen, black, ostrich-eggs swinging down to strike her teats — the new angle of attack bringing their pendulum-swing follow through on-target, momentum causing them to fall like two wrecking-balls.

*Plap!*

The familiar flesh-slap impact sound filled the room, as the filly-juice-slick balls struck her with a wet thwap that send a drizzle of fluid splattering through the air.

The surge of pure pleasure hit her at the same instant. The rush of feeling as she was assaulted by the pure wave of being so violently filled. Taken. Claimed.

The rough way he drove into her, like she was his entirely, body and soul… the way his huge cock stretched her teenaged insides so suddenly, so totally… the way he mashed her clitoris against that damn ring of his… a cacophony of pleasure hormones was blasted into her brain as the rush of pure sensation hit like a freight train.

And the train was coming back down the tracks.

“Uhnn…~!” Still trying feebly to groan, mind struggling and failing to work under the stunning assault, as her father began to withdraw from her, ungently.

His steaming stallionhood dredged out of her body, feeling almost like it would pull her insides out with her, sucking her whole body up as he pulled out, only barely slipping as gravity finally overtook the terrific suction of pussy to cock.

The obscene sounds of squelching filly-snatch slipping off of pulsating, moist stallionflesh filled the air…

And then Hondo thrust again.

Harder.

*KA-THUMP!*

*Plap!*

The full downward jackhammer landed like a champion heavyweight’s uppercut. Knocking all the breath out of Sweetie and slamming her body back onto the coffee table from the sheer force of the cock-blow.

The balls struck again, tenderizing her teat-nipples.

“D-duh...d-ah…!” Sweetie was a complete mess. One half of her mane looked like a colony of birds had chosen it as a nesting-site, the other half was plastered to her face with sweat — like she had just climbed out of the swimming pool.

Her tail lashed back and forth, strands heavy with sweat and filly-honey and stallion-musk mopping across her stallion’s belly, wagging and flagging with abandon.

Her muscles quivered and spasmed in the throes of the dominating form of feral sex her stud was performing on her.

All she could do was choke out the single syllable, her eyes rolling and crossing.

But Hondo was already pulling back again. His rhythm quickly hastening.

*KA-THUMP!*

*Plap!*

“DAH…!”

Sweetie’s mouth squeaked open, her steaming tongue immediately using the opportunity to escape, unfurling and rolling out like a panting dog, limp from exhaustion and pleasure-overload, leaking a puddle of drool onto the table.

Still, the ring persisted, not wanting to just pop into her… grinding now against both her teen-clit and the edge of her tailhole… pushing as deep as her vise-like plot would allow without actually breaching into her incredibly tight, clenching, velvet-magma interior.

*KA-THUMP!*

*Plap!*

“Da-!”

*KA-THUMP!*

*Plap!*

*KA-THUMP!*

*Plap!*

The thrusts were coming fast and fierce now — sometimes timed so that Sweetie wasn’t able to even catch her breath between the monstrous piledriver slams of her Dad’s beast of a log.

Her Dad was withdrawing all the way to his mottled-tip now. Only pausing just as the thick hoof-sized flare-edge approached her strained and stretched pussy-entrance before brutally reversing and plowing his daughter.

Rutting the Tartarus out of her tight plot.

*KA-THUMP!*

*Plap!*

*KA-THUMP!*

*Plap!*

“F-father!” Rarity squeaked, sounding nervous for the first time.

Not that it mattered: she could have fired a flare gun off without either of the two lovers even noticing — both Sweetie and Hondo were feral, unstoppable, primitive. Like two horses on the ancient plains, rutting under the sun and moon, without the distractions of modern life… only the burning desire to procreate.

*KA-THUMP!*

*Plap!*

“FUCK! Baby!” Hondo gasped, his near breathlessness showing the exertion required to maintain such an aggressive rhythm with such power-strokes. “FUCK!”

*Wa-SLAP!*

“FATHER!” Rarity shouted, in response to Hondo having raised his left hoof and bringing it down with cracking speed against the side of Sweetie’s asscheek.

The resounding ass-slap landed square on her cutie-mark. A sharp sting of pleasure-pain that was so pathetically insignificant compared to the unending stream of sensation screaming out of her nethers.

“D-uh… DAHHHH…! DADDY!” Sweetie finally managed to squeak out, the call to her beloved, heavy-cocked father only coaxed out thanks to the hoof-slap.

*KA-THUMP!*

*Plap!*

“Daddy~!”

*KA-THUMP!*

*Plap!*

“DADDY!”

*KA-THUMP!*

*Plap!*

*CRAAAAAAACK~!*

With a creaking groan that quickly screeched up in volume, crescendoing with a final bang, the centre of the coffee table cracked.

The heavy oak legs rent one by one, destroyed by the sheer power of Hondo’s piledriver rutting.

“There goes the damage deposit!” Rarity groaned.

*KA-THUMP!*

*Plap!*

Hondo and Sweetie didn’t even care — content to continue, without even pausing in their rhythm. The big stallion was now directly over his little girl’s monument of a backside, pounding her into the very floor.

*KA-THUMP!*

*Plap!*

“Enough!” Rarity shrieked, her horn snapping to crackling blue life, “You’ll put a hole in the ship if I don’t do something!”

*KA-THUMP!*

*Plap!*

Sweetie’s eyes were locked tight in the blissful agony of mind-melting pleasure. She didn’t see the blue field wrap around the slick, tight, sloppy union of fillyhood and stallionmeat. But she felt it.

That charged, blue, buzzing field slipped back into the hood of her clitoris, humming along all the sensitive flesh that went deep inside her.

It slid along the vacuum seal of her inner-lips pulling them outward and giving them a magical kick.

It gripped the heavy black stallion-shaft around the obstinate medial-ring, compressing with full magical force.

And then Rarity fired. A screaming burst of her deepest magical reserves.

*ZAP!*

White.

Pure, blinding whiteness.

Sweetie was sure her eyes were open. They might be rolling and cross-eyed, her irises distorted into heart-shapes of differing sizes, but she should be seeing something.

But it was just sheer, white…

The screaming, mind-blanking pleasure of her orgasm.

“DA… Daa…. DAAADDDEEeeeeEEEEee!”

Her hearing came back first — her Scream so loud and piercing it rattled the thick exterior window panes.

Then her sense of smell — the pungent stink of their heavy love-making…

Then her vision — a blurry mess of sparkling green light and little flickering flames. Her magic, shooting from the end of her horn. It was so charged with pent-up sexual power it was starting little fires where the green sparkler-trails landed, like windswept embers from an Everfree forest fire.

Then her sense of touch — And that’s where Sweetie broke.

Her father was in her.

Deep in her.

The ring had finally, impossibly passed into her body — his huge, hulking cock had slammed a further four inches into her, stretching her tight filly-snatch even further… and plowing that hoof-sized head up into her gut, knocking against the entrance to her very core, her womb…

And sliding in.

She hadn’t felt him enter, she’d been whited out for that… but he was in her now. In the space that was the very center of her feminine being: her uterus… he’d penetrated her cervix!

It was like Hondo’s soul was inside hers.

She never felt so… so… full. Physically and emotionally. Spiritually.

Complete.

She was melting. Her mind, body and soul. Dissolving in the pure wash of perfect orgasmic pleasure, her very core becoming Hondo. Becoming her stud.

“Sweetie BELLE!!!” Hondo’s ferocious growl came from above her…

It shattered the brief, eternal moment of orgasmic revelry Sweetie had… snapping her focus back to the present. Just in time to feel the tremendous flare of the stallionhead inside her.

That hoof-sized monster blossomed. Spreading out with a heavy throb of blood to the size of a saucer plate. The fat pink growing to an obscenely wide, knobby-edged mushroom… digging into the supple virgin flesh of Sweetie’s womb, firmly ensconcing itself and bracing to fire.

Sweetie felt the tremendous weight of the biological machinery clicking into its final, planned places. The complete wash of pleasure from her orgasm… the lashing, wrapping flag of her tail… her reactionary, writhing backward thrusts... the powerful milking clenches of her convulsing, climaxing teenage love- tunnel…

All to get her stud to release.

Her dad.

And he did.

“GRAaaaaGH!”

A great, steaming gout of boiling stallion-batter splorched into Sweetie’s womb. Hondo’s first blast was enough to fill a pint-glass, lasting seconds as it shot in a heavy, unending rope of fertile seed from the milkshake-straw-wide swollen urethra.

This was nothing like the weak, thin dribbles she’d giggled at when she’d given Button that secretive hoofjob behind the gym… a cute little ‘spill’ that had left some little raindrops of colt-batter on the ground.

This was a stud’s ejaculation.

It was like a firehose connection had burst, sending reams of boiling white-water. Her beloved Dad’s sheer, extreme masculine potency made Button’s little spurt seemfeminine by comparison.

And her belly was filling.

It was like she was chugging a hot cocoa — her tummy filling with rich, warm, sugar-sweet goodness.

Except it wasn’t just warm. It was hot.

And it wasn’t filling her belly. It was filling her womb.

And instead of just one mug… it was a whole barrel of hot, creamy thickness. Pouring in with spurt after spurt after spurt.

More and more and MORE. The heavy dollops of filling poured into her, cramming her once-tiny core full of her father’s hot spunk.

“GRaaaRGH!”

Sweetie felt a hot nip on the back of her neck, as her stud bit into her in the throes of passion, instinctively doing all he could to anchor himself to the bucking, writhing, milking filly he was filling.

He’d been well-trained by Sweetie’s older sister. Like a true, seasoned alpha-stud, he continued to pump his hips even as his second spurt overtook the first, bulging out of the end of his spurting cocktip like an over-taxed garden hose, packing her full of surging, frothing, virile sperm.

“Dahhhdd… dahhhdeee…” Sweetie’s desperate moans grew hoarse and weak, her system crashing as if the stallion’s love-nip came from venomous fangs. Muscles giving up as they were overwhelmed with metabolic exhaustion, crashing into oblivion and making her nothing more than a steaming, sweating puddle of filly amidst the ruins of a coffee table, being injected by a pumping cock.

Three spurts.

Four.

Sweetie’s thirsty womb-flesh sucked up the potent testosterone-heavy brew like a sponge. The long-awaited arrival of genetic material was the perfect panacea to the burning ache of desire the filly had gone through in so many previous heat-cycles, and for so long during this frenzied rutting… now finally after all these years fulfilled in such a complete way.

Seven.

Eight.

Some part of Sweetie’s biological-calculator was counting the heavy dollop-loads that her Dad was pumping into her, despite being fully satisfied that it had made the correct choice in selection of a very virile mate for breeding.

Her consciousness was starting to wink out now too. Her neurons brought to physical limits of capacity with over-taxed firings, her thaumic system entirely drained of the essential mana… starved entirely by the sheer rutting.

Eleven.

Twelve.

Sweetie felt her belly pushing into the floor, swollen as if she were heavy with foal, her father’s seemingly unending pulses of heavy batter stuffing her body so entirely that her cute, cream-colored bellybutton popped from an innie to an outie, pushed up by the sheer volume of tight-packed stallion-cum in her womb.

Her last thoughts as she passed out were of birth protection — she’d not even had a moment to consider it with how quickly everything had escalated. There was a little flicker of terror there, as her languid hoof rubbed her swollen, gravid belly… easily able to imagine this becoming its actual state… to imagine herself pregnant with a foal by her father.

A flicker that snuffed out, washed away by the heady, intoxicated love-orgasm roiling through her, sending her into blissful oblivion from sheer exhaustion.

She’d happily bear his foal…

And then Sweetie passed out.

Darkness.

Author's Note

Oh man, Sweetie got torpedoed!

Just where did Rarity learn those spells, anyway? I think Twilight has been teaching her.

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