Author's Note

Fourth commission I wrote. I'm still working to improve my writing, so I hope that it's a step up from the prequel. I hope that you're going to have fun!

I should have another story coming up relatively soon, potentially even more stories two. (Relatively soon as in 'less than two months'.)

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1 — Waking Up

By the time Ponyville was bathed in the warm rays of the rising morning sun, Twilight Sparkle’s bedroom was already drowning in the heady, overpowering scent of semen.

This was no surprise. In the first few weeks after Twilight’s alicorn coronation it had become evident that it’d take nothing short of a miracle—or at least the daily application of powerful spells—to keep the pungent smell of sex and sheer virility from permeating every nook and cranny of Twilight’s home. She had gotten used to it, and so had her friends. Or ‘harem of broodmares’, as the case may be.

The alicorn shestud grumbled and stirred a little. She was just as sleep-drunk as the mare who’d just pried herself from Twilight’s left arm. Rainbow Dash stumbled across the wooden floor on her way to the window, nearly tripping over one of Pinkie’s legs in the process. As Dash opened the window, some fresh, fresh air finally flooded into the room.

Rainbow Dash scratched her bum.

Her ill-fitting tank top stretched across her subtle baby bump. She adjusted it as she looked at the scene on and surrounding the bed, took a quick trip to the bathroom, and then made her way towards the stairs. Someone had to take care of breakfast, after all. Dash grumbled and threw a quick glance at Pinkie Pie’s cum-stuffed, fucked-silly figure sprawled out across the floor, and then closed the door behind her. That mare wasn’t going to be any help, especially not after she’d hogged Twilight’s dick last night.

It didn’t take long for Twilight Sparkle to succumb to her own internal clock. Her eyes opened. A drawn-out yawn followed. She shuddered happily, and noted just how drained she still felt. The obnoxious productivity of her balls notwithstanding, the orgy last night had really hit the spot! She felt amazing, in spite of her overwhelming libido, which had remained just as over-the-top as it had been the first few days after her coronation.

No, that wasn’t exactly right.

As Twilight’s growth spurts had continued, her libido had only gotten worse.

Luckily—after the alicorn’s package had experienced the lion’s share of growth throughout the first few weeks—it seemed as though the rest of Twilight’s body was finally catching up to it. She had gotten taller. Substantially so. Several of her friends had gone from towering over the petite bookworm to being humbled by her height, and well, everything felt so different! It was weird, and nice, though sometimes frustrating—at least whenever she forgot to duck before trying to pass through a door, and her horn subsequently bumped against the frame.

She was taller, but that hadn’t changed her “issue”. That same one she had already struggled with months ago. Her package. Her ‘scepter’. Her thick, womb-knocking horsecock and its growing demands to flood pretty mares’ fertile wombs with untold amounts of thick, potent semen. Hardly a day passed on which the scent of a fertile mare in Twilight’s vicinity didn’t cause her swaying shaft to twitch, pulse, and threaten to harden, regardless of whether she was in the comfortable confines of her home, or out in public where only a quick teleport spell was going to save her.

Luckily, out of the many lessons Twilight Sparkle had learned ever since the fateful day on which she had first set hoof in Ponyville, there was one that had proved its worth over and over: Her friends were there to help her, no matter what.

Even if that meant devoting hours of their time just to pamper every single veiny, twitching inch of the shestallion’s horsecock, and drain Twi’s hefty nuts of their massive, pent-up loads. Again. And again. And again.

They truly were excellent friends.

Or incredibly horny. A lot hornier than Twilight would’ve expected. Maybe both? Probably both.

And thus the yawning, still groggy Twilight found herself looking through the room, counting her friends. Rainbow Dash had already left. Pinkie Pie was…oh jeez. She really had been rough with her last night, huh? Well. Pinkie could take it. If anything she’d just asked for more and more. She was prone to doing that, and Twilight was all too happy to oblige. The pretty pink pregnant party pony was lying on the floor just a few feet next to the bed, her belly swollen with the ungodly amounts of semen Twilight had pumped into her last evening, some still dripping from her lips. She was snoring a little.

Fluttershy was still snuggled up against Twilight’s other side. As for Applejack and Rarity…oh. Twilight flicked the blanket away with a wink of her magic, revealing the dickdrunk, freckled face of a certain farmer, her lips still wrapped around the obscene girth of Twilight’s shaft. Cum was dribbling from the corners of her mouth. A sleeping Applejack was holding on to one of Twilight’s legs.

That merely the first few inches of her cock were wedged inside her friend’s mouth—the medial ring still out of reach of her lips—was a testament of Twilight’s size. That said, Applejack was more than capable of cramming two thirds of Twi’s hulking horsecock past her lips, at least if it came down to it. The apple family wasn’t known for being quitters, after all. Even then, there was a stark difference between an actual blowjob, and spending her night between Twilight’s legs to keep her flare snug, safe, and warm.

Twilight’s cock twitched ever so slightly.

That left Rarity. The seamstress was snuggled up against Applejack, one of her arms wrapped around the farmpony’s waist. Her dainty muzzle pressed against Twilight’s nuts. Right where she wanted to be. Needed to be. She stirred, moved Twilight’s leg to the side…and then pushed herself up, looking just as groggy, fuzzy-headed and musk-drunk as Applejack, and just a tiny little bit more dignified. No wonder, considering where she’d been. Her mane was an absolute mess, and any lipstick or make-up she’d worn last evening had long since ended up at various spots on Twilight’s sack, legs, breasts, face. Applejack had received her fair share as well.

“Mhmf…G-good morning, darling~” the seamstress mumbled.

To think that she didn’t even complain about how messy everything was. Twilight couldn’t help but smile.

“…Hey, Rarity?”

The mare in question blinked, attentive and with a glint of adoration in her eyes. “Yes, Twilight…?”

“You’re a great friend. I’m glad to have you.”

Twilight could practically see Rarity’s heart flutter upon hearing these words. Rares stuttered a happy little ‘thank you’ in response.

Their short exchange of affection was cut short by grumbling and stirring from the other mare between her legs. Applejack’s eyes slowly opened. She felt Twi’s hand at her head, guiding her backwards—or rather, pushing her—until the throat-bulging flare popped from the farm pony’s lips.

The seamstress snickered as AJ let out an exhausted groan, going cross-eyed as her vision centered on Twilight’s flare. “Gugh…did I really just…” She barely got another word past her lips before she had to swallow a wad of still-warm, thick precum. She stared up at the flaccid shaft still right in front of her face. Her jaw was strained, and her throat was sore. “Yes. Yes, you did. Good morning to you too, sleepyhead…” Rarity answered, before placing a kiss on Applejack’s cheek. The farmpony blushed. She still wasn’t sure just how she’d stumbled into this entire ‘relationship’, if that’s what you wanted to call it—Or how she was going to explain her subtle, but ever-growing, baby bump at next year’s family reunion.

A minute later, Twilight had finally managed to pry herself away from Fluttershy and leave the heavenly comfort of her bed. Applejack was stretching her sore, sore muscles and grumbled a little.

“Time for a shower, darling?” Rarity cooed, her lashes fluttering. An unspoken “...With me~?” hung in the air. The seamstress was waiting expectantly, tail swishing back and forth like that of a cat.

Twilight responded. “I could use a long, proper shower—“ A smile crept onto Rarity’s lips. “—and so could Applejack, for that matter.” Rarity’s smile collapsed into a cute, huffy pout. A faux-annoyed sigh followed a few moments later. “Oh well. You two enjoy yourself, just don’t leave me waiting for too long. You know how I get when I can’t get my morning routine out of the way, right?” She fluttered her lashes, lower lip still pushed forwards.

Twilight rolled her eyes in typical ‘Oh you’ fashion, wrapped an arm around the pouty seamstress’ waist, and then gently lifted her into the air for a deep, deep kiss—while making sure to watch out for their foal, of course. The foal she had sired. Mwah. Rarity’s white, dainty figure was clinging to the still-sweaty body of a towering shestallion that could only belong to a true alicorn. Rarity had tensed up a few moments ago—the instant she’d realized what was about to happen—but now just leaned into Twilight’s warm, steady kiss until her hooves finally resumed contact with the floor. Her thighs quivered a little.

It was moments like these during which they all realized just how much Twilight had grown, both mentally and physically. How she’d gone from a bookish, nerdy girl to…well, a bookish, nerdy girl with a demanding horsecock and an insatiable need to breed, and then to a towering alicorn princess who knew what she wanted, was (mostly!) in control of her shockingly high libido, and knew how to keep her lovely little friends wrapped around her little finger. Still the dorky bookworm they all knew and loved, just more composed. Grown-up. The anxious, nervous Twilight that had breakdowns whenever she was at risk of running late only rarely showed through the cracks.

Rarity still felt fuzzy as Twilight set her down and focused her attention on Applejack, who flinched as though she’d just been caught peeping. “U-uhm…Ah…” Her eyes shifted left, right, then fixated on an unassuming piece of furniture. She rubbed her arm.

Twilight nodded towards the door, and AJ was all too happy to follow her.

Twilight had to lower her head just to get past the doorway leading to the living room. It was nice that she’d finally adjusted to her gained height: Gone were the days when she had to remind herself to duck whenever she approached a door, lest she wanted her horn to bump into the frame.

Rainbow Dash sat spread-legged on a chair and flicked through a newspaper looking for cartoons. She snickered as Twilight ducked. Seeing her struggle with doors had become a running gag for her at this point. Fluttershy was taking care of her breakfast.

“Oh! Good morning, Twilight!” Fluttershy hummed, and leaned across the table to pour some coffee into Twilight’s cup.

“…Where did you leave Rarity? Would’ve thought for sure that she’d be clinging to you all the way down the stairs. Uh. I mean. G’Morning, Twi!” Rainbow chimed in.

“C’mon, Dash, don’t be like that. You know how Rarity is. She’s still in the bathroom, together with Applejack.” Dash’s words had brought a hint of a flush to Twilight’s cheeks. Dash snorted in response. “Pft. You mean she’s taking any chance she can get to play with AJ’s mane and put some make-up on her? Haah~ Just kidding. Now get over here and gimme a kiss, cutie.”

One eye roll later, Twilight was there and obliged. Finally, she sat down and took her first sip of her black boiled bean beverage, like she did every morning.

Fresh breakfast and hot coffee. Excellent sleep. A day full of productive work waiting for her. All while surrounded by the best friends one could ever wish for, all of whom were showing subtle baby-bumps.

It was a good thing that she’d found some very thin pretense to send Spike off to Canterlot before the entire alicorn ascension ‘symptoms’ had become too much to handle. Princess Celestia had probably found a way to keep him busy.

Twilight continued her breakfast, taking another sip of her coffee. Rainbow munched on a bagel. Fluttershy peeled an orange.

“…Anyway. Let’s see what is on the list today, shall we?” Her horn flashed brightly, and a comically large to-do list popped into existence next to her, floating in the air.

Dash snorted. Again. “Let me guess. It’s sex. More sex. Like yesterday.”

Twilight huffed. Her brow furrowed as she skimmed the first few entries that weren’t crossed out yet. Another hour of studying Ancient Arcana in the context of spatio-temporal Clairvoyance. Re-sorting bookshelves LE to PA (She had considered trying to find someone else to help her out with that until Spike was back, but the thought of having to train a temporary replacement made her weary). Groceries. Writing a letter to Princess Cadance…And then right there, a little further down was “Bon Bon and Lyra” with three pink hearts next to it.

“...C’mon Twilight. You’re gonna act like you’re not a total horndog? You’re going to pretend you’re not going to smash some pretty mare’s brain out today and knock her up?”

The purple shestallion rolled her eyes. “As a matter of fact, I might. HOWEVER. If you could stop pretending that that’s all I do every single day, that’d be nice. Besides, I invited you to join me for the grand opening of Ponyville’s new post office, and a certain someone was all too happy to just stay on her cloud and relax all day! It’s not like—”

“You were ten minutes late for your book club, Twi.” Rainbow Dash squinted.

“Hrmpf. Yes, I had to sort out a few legal matters with—”

“Twilight.” Rainbow cut her off, deadpanning. “Are you really going to pretend that that’s all that happened? Some dry as fuck legal bullshit?” Dash shook her head, and then reiterated. “You were late. You weren’t on time for your very own book club, Twi.” Dash paused for dramatic effect, by now floating in the air with a self-satisfied grin on her lips.

“We both know what that means, Twilight. There’s only one reason why you would ever be late and not freak out about it later, and it’s not some silly official meeting you had to attend.”

The alicorn’s cheeks were crimson-red. She could feel her cock twitch in sheer frustration. “Uuughh…”

The smirk on Rainbow’s lips grew even wider. Bingo. By now she was hovering in the air, just three or four feet of air separating her from Twilight. Dash leaned in even closer.

“And, Twilight~? Who was the lucky one this time? How about Mayor Mare? I bet that cranky old mare would just love to have someone like you to dust off her cellar, eh? Bet no one has touched her like that in years. Bet she was freakin’ thirsty for some of that“—Dash smacked her lips—“Fat purple alicorn dong. Probably slammed her until she went hoarse, right on top of her paperwork-covered desk?”

Que copious eyebrow-wiggling. Twilight’s dick twitched with need, and a bead of precum smacked onto the floor. Its owner was gritting her teeth.

“Or maybe her secretary? The cute one? Raven Inkwell? Couldn’t blame you. Bet she’s a lot more energetic in the bedroom than she lets on. Bet you’d get a real kick out of smashing her silly just a few feet from Mayor Mare’s office. Or…Oh…! How about both of them? As if you—or should I say ‘your dick’—would ever turn down a chance to…”

Dash dragged every single word out.

“Pump two pretty, fertile mares full of your foals, you breeding-addicted dork. Or do I need to remind you which nerdy, fat-dicked shestallion already knocked up like...a third of Ponyville’s mares and gets a hard-on whenever I point it out?”

There it was. The words. ‘Fertile’. ‘Foals’. ‘Breeding’. Rainbow Dash finished and leaned back with a satisfied smirk, returning to her seat. Just in time for Twilight’s heavy beast of a horsecock to loudly smack against the underside of the table. That monster of a horsecock was just as predictable, and insatiable, as it always was.

Fluttershy was sheepishly hiding behind a newspaper.

Twilight was still gritting her teeth. She took a deep, deep breath and steadied herself. She wasn’t going to give Rainbow the satisfaction of needing to blow a load this morning before she’d even left her home.

“Not bad, eh Twilight?” Dash remarked.

Twilight exhaled. “Hey Dash? You’re a handful to deal with, you know that?”

Rainbow proudly puffed out her chest. Twilight grumbled and then straightened her back, and stood up. Her dick continued to drag against the table’s underside. Precum dribbled to the floor and smeared into her skirt, the fabric clinging to her flare.

“But. You’re right. I had sex with”—Twilight corrected herself—“I fucked Mayor Mare. And Raven Inkwell. I bent them over Mayor Mare’s desk and fucked them hard enough they could barely even walk after I was done, and…Guh…Do you want to know something else?”

Twilight’s voice had increased in volume, fueled by her sexual frustration. Her dick twitched. Dash shifted in place as Twilight leaned towards her.

“Yeah? What’s that, Twi? You’re gonna…uh…get back at me for teasing you by smashing me harder than both of them together, or what?”

Twilight pulled back and frowned. “…No! I’m not going to ‘smash’ you at all! For now, anyway! Is that what this was all about? Teasing me so I’d drag you up to the bedroom and rut you silly? Well, I’m not THAT easy!” Rainbow Dash pouted. “And that’s since…” Twilight tapped her chin. “Well…as a silly, blue pegasus told me, I am sadly going to be busy all day! You know, Rainbow, I’ve got like…a LOT of mares to knock-up and smash or something like that! No time to lose!” This time it was Twilight’s turn to smirk.

Rainbow Dash snorted, unsure if she’d ever heard a weaker comeback, and put on an unimpressed deadpan. “Pfffft. Yeah, I guess. Better get going, then. If you’re still here in five minutes then…I WILL have to suck your dick, Twi.” Her voice was as dry as it could be.

Twilight tried her best to respond with a similarly flat, deadpan expression, but didn’t manage to suppress her own giggling. “Oh Dash, you’re…silly, I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re lucky Fluttershy is hogging the other newspaper, otherwise I’d have to thwack you with it for all that.”

The flustered Fluttershy winced as Twilight acknowledged her presence, burying her muzzle deeper in an article on Manehattan’s economic policies which she had already pretended to read for the past several minutes.

The alicorn, on the other hand, was already preparing her own departure. She emptied her mug, and slammed it onto the table. Breakfast, done. Her shaft had already begun to soften. Running through Ponyville with a rock-hard erection was not an option, after all. Word of mouth had already changed her reputation considerably, and she did not need that kind of story spreading through Equestria.

Really, it was a good thing she had turned “only leave your room fully dressed” into a habit. That was not going to stop Rainbow Dash—at least as long as the subtle outline of Twilight’s daunting horsecock visibly tented her skirt—but it helped to stay focused. Anything less than her full set-up was an invitation for casual sex, and…Okay, she didn’t exactly have an issue with casual sex, but princesses had to have priorities.

Still. After all of this teasing Twilight was pretty glad her ‘Lyra & Bon Bon’ “meeting” was scheduled to be early.

“Oh, and Dashie...” Twilight’s voice spelled trouble. She grinned. Rainbow cocked a brow. “...What?”

“It’s your turn to buy groceries. And don’t even think about making Fluttershy do it.”

“Uuuuuggggggghh...Fiiiiiine.”

Twilight’s horn flashed up, and a post-it note suddenly appeared on Rainbow’s forehead. Milk. Oatmeal. The pegasus went cross-eyed trying to read off the remaining items.

Exactly twenty-seven seconds before hitting the five minute blowjob ‘deadline,’ Twilight Sparkle was out of the door.