Rumble swiftly brought a finger to his lips and pulled Dinky further out of view of the windows. Though on the second floor, there was no guarantee whatever was outside wouldn’t hear them and investigate. Dinky caught on instantly and did her utmost not to make a sound. The pair remained still as the minutes stretched on agonisingly. Their nerves were on end, just waiting for the sound of the door downstairs being broken in and the patrol scouring the house for them. But it never came. After a full ten minutes of standing in scared silence, nothing could be heard outside. The ponies released their held breath, relief coursing throughout their bodies.

“Okay…” Rumble said quietly, peaking around the wall out the window. “Okay, you’re right. We’ll rest here tonight, and we can search your place tomorrow. No point getting this far only to get caught, right?”

Dinky nodded with a small smile. “Right.” The unicorn felt another wave of relief wash over her. Deep down, she had feared Rumble was the kind of pony to stop at nothing to achieve his goals. While she did want to find her mother as soon as possible, she wasn’t going to push forward recklessly. It eased her concerns that the headstrong pegasus was able to slow down when the situation called for it.

After a quick dinner of their pre-packed rations, Rumble barricaded the entrances to the house as Dinky busied herself trying to find decent sheets. Most were either torn to shreds or stained to an extent the unicorn felt filthy even looking at them. After a good ten minutes of scrutiny, she managed to find moderately clean bed sheets and make the queen-sized bed in the master bedroom.

“Alright,” Rumble said as he joined Dinky upstairs. The exits are secured. As long as we stay quiet, we should be fine.”

“Well, that shouldn’t be a problem unless you’re a loud sleeper.”

“Hey. I don’t snore.” Rumble countered, though his face only drew a giggle from the mare.

“I never said you did. Anyway, let me just set up my sleeping bag and we’ll be set.”

“What? No, Dinky, you take the bed.”

Dinky whipped around to look at him, surprised. “Really? But… it’s your mom’s bed.”

“Yeah, and it’ll feel weird enough that I’m in it and she isn’t that it’ll keep me up all night. You take it. I’ll sleep in the bag.”

“You don’t want to sleep in your room?”

Rumble shook his head. “This way, if someone does break in, we won’t be separated and I can help protect you.”

This drew a frown from Dinky. “I can take care of myself, you know.”

“Okay, okay. Sorry. But still, staying together should still be the best.” Dinky nodded and the two settled into their beds. Neither pony bothered to undress besides Rumble’s armour, and his swords were rested just next to him.

“Good night.” Dinky said as she settled into the bed.

“Night.” Rumble responded, laying back and closing his eyes. Despite the strangeness of being back in his mother’s room, the fact that he was one step closer to finding her and Thunderlane helped him fall to sleep.

Rumble’s eyes scanned his surroundings frantically as the sounds of his pursuers clamoured behind him. Taking a hard turn in the alleyways he found himself in, he jumped and sliced a rope; collapsing a wooden platform that held boxes so they tumbled down on the chasing horde. Another corner and then barging through a door finally gave the stallion a hiding place. He hurriedly closed the door and slid down to the floor in exhaustion.

Rumble had no idea what was happening. Last thing he could recall was he and Dinky were resting at his childhood home. Now he was lost and being chased within the backstreets of Canterlot. More concerning was his unicorn companion was no where to be seen. He needed to find her. A noise of something in the next room falling put the pegasus back on edge immediately, and he rose with his swords in a ready stance. Slowly edging closer to the doorway, Rumble leapt in and prepared to strike. What he saw stayed his hand and froze his body.

“M-Mom?”

There, huddled up on the remains of a broken couch and naked as the day she was born, sat Caring Hearts. Despite the feelings of joy and relief flooding his system, Rumble, being the red-blooded stallion he was, couldn’t resist his eyes flickering to look at her engorged bust, or her wider hips. He knew full well his mother was quite the piece of eye candy even before the invasion, thanks to the lightning-fast Ponyville rumour mill. But the glance and all its connotations lasted a fraction of a second, as his violet eyes met her golden ones. She gingerly brought a hand up to cover her mouth, tears threatening to break stream out and down her cheeks.

“R-Rumble…? Rumble, i-is that you?”

“Mom!” Pure joy overriding his survival instincts, Rumble dropped his swords and knelt down to give his mother the biggest hug he could. Caring swiftly returned the favour, alternating between crying into his shoulder and peppering his neck and cheek with small kisses. It didn’t matter to Rumble that her oversized chest was pressed up against him, nor the natural reaction that was causing downstairs. All that mattered was he’d found her.

“I… I thought I’d never see you again.” He stuttered, barely holding back his own tears as she pulled out of the hug to hold his face in her hands and look over him.

“Neither did I.” Caring stated, fighting back a sniffle. “You… You’ve grown up so much.”

“I have so many questions. How did you escape? How’ve you stayed hidden? Oh, do you know where Thunderlane is?” The fall of his mothers’ enthusiasm and turning away spoke volumes.

“I, I’m sorry, sweetheart. I haven’t seen your brother in ages. I think… I think he was…” Caring brought a hand to her temple, the gears in her minds clearly struggling to turn. As Rumble watched, however, the look on her face changed from one of frustrated confusion into growing dread; eyes widening and mouth gaping open in fear.

“Hey. Hey, Mom! Looking at me.” It was Rumble’s turn to hold his mother’s face in his hands, bringing her gaze back to him. “It’s okay. I’m here. I promise I’ll keep you safe.”

“…No…” Caring whispered, shaking her head. “You… you can’t. Please, Rumble, don’t fight them.” She looked up at him now, the fear in her eyes no longer for herself, but for him. With speed that surprised Rumble, Caring grabbed his shoulders and gripped tightly. “They’re too strong. If the Elements of Harmony weren’t enough to stop them, we have no chance. We… We need to run.”

“Mom, calm down.” Rumble took his mothers’ hands in his own. “I’ve been training every day all these years, getting stronger and stronger. I’m certain I’ll be strong enough to stop anything.” Caring stared into his eyes for a long time, seemingly searching for something before letting her head drop and sighing. A single choked sob escaped her throat before she sniffed and recomposed herself.

“Still as reckless as ever, I see.” Though the words were spoken more as a sigh of resignation, Rumble could see his mother trying to spin it like friendly conversation. Her mood grew pensive as she went on. “Rumble, listen to me. I… I don’t like the thought of you fighting, but…” She bit her lip as a blush began spreading across her face. “I-I know of a way to help you get stronger. Strong enough perhaps to get us out of here.”

“And find Thunderlane?” He asked full of hope, though she shook her head.

“One thing at a time, sweetheart. But… I… I know of a ritual these… monsters use to help themselves get stronger. I thought maybe… maybe we could use it to help you?”

“A… A ritual?” Rumble leaned back a bit, cocking his head in confusion. “But… don’t you need to be a unicorn or some other magical being to do something like that?”

Caring shook her head, rising to her feet and pulling Rumble up with her. “No. I’ve even seen earth ponies using it to fight back. It… hasn’t worked. B-But, if you were strong enough to reach me, then maybe…?” She sighed. “Honestly, Rumble, I don’t know why I suggested it. Let’s just… let’s just sneak out the way you came-”

“I’ll do it.”

The shock coursing through Caring nearly caused her to tumble; a feat made easier with her massive mammaries. “Wh-What?”

“I’ll do it.” Rumble repeated, stepping forward and flashing a small but confident grin. “If you think this’ll help us get out of here and find Thunderlane, then I’m willing to give it a shot.” Caring dithered and stroked her braided grey mane; a nervous habit of hers.

“I… I don’t want to force you to…” She couldn’t finish the sentence, but Rumble grabbed her hands again.

“Mom, whatever it is, I can take it.” Caring looked him in the eyes for a long time, seeing the steely determination before sighing once more. She gently took his hand and led him up the nearby stairs to what seemed to be a master bedroom. Unlike her own bedroom, Rumble was quick to notice the room was neat and tidy. Caring stood demurely at the foot of the bed, occupying all of Rumble’s attention to the point he didn’t hear the door close behind him on its own, nor did he see it vanish into the wall entirely.

“Okay, so…” She began, her voice uncertain and her face flushed with crimson. “I’ve seen the ritual performed a couple of times, and despite how strange it is, each time the monsters have been stronger for it.” Rumble didn’t interject, letting his mother explain at a pace she was comfortable with. “We… to perform the ritual, we… Oh.” Seemingly fed up at her own timidness, Caring slapped herself before blurting out “We need to have sex!”

The room went quiet for a full couple off minutes as Rumble stared in shock at what his mother had said. Caring, for her part, tried her best to hide her face behind her hands and her body behind her wings. Though, with melons as massive as hers, it was a futile endeavour, and only served to emphasise them all the more enticingly. Rumble couldn’t help but feel his fleshy sword begin to unsheathe in response.

Meanwhile, his mind turned to the proposition placed before him. Rumble always associated wanting to fuck ones’ own mother with Button Mash, given how hot he always thought Cream Heart was. But, looking at his own mother now, he realised she had a lot of the same attractive attributes. Wide hips that helped birth him. A belly that was slightly pudgy but not enough to call her fat. Her dark grey mane falling over one shoulder in that well-woven braid. But nothing compared to that bountiful bosom. The more he glanced at that chest, a chest he had once fed off of as a foal, the harder he became. Shaking his thoughts from her generous features once again, Rumble considered the benefits outside the obvious. With the horde of monster that had been chasing him earlier, whatever power he could obtain to stop them should be welcomed, regardless of how it was obtained. He swore he’d do whatever it took to save his family. Was he about to baulk now that opportunity was right in front of him? So, Rumble swallowed his apprehension and stepped forward.

“Mom,” he began, placing his hands on her shoulders so she could look him in the eye. “I… I meant what I said. I’m willing to do whatever I need to do to save you and Thunderlane. So… if we need to… you know… then, then I’ll do it… Just… I haven’t exactly had any experience, so…” Now Rumble’s cheeks were the ones turning red with a heavy blush, but looking back up, she saw hope enter his mother’s eyes. And possibly something else, though it disappeared as quickly as he noticed it as Caring smiled gently at her son.

“Don’t worry about that,” she replied in a soft but confident tone, closing the distance until their chests touched, hers pillowing up against him. “Just follow my lead.”

Caring delicately took her son’s face in her hands and, slowly, guiding him into a deep and tender kiss. They started out chaste enough at first, but soon enough her tongue probed and entered his mouth. He quickly responded, but was sloppy, and so she took the lead again. The two muscles swirled around one another, swapping spit as his hands began searching all on their own. Eventually they found a home squeezing his mothers’ plush rear end, eliciting a moan that broke up the kiss.

“Hey…” She purred, looked calm despite the blush on her face. “No need to rush.”

“Sorry!” Rumble rapidly apologised. “I… I just couldn’t wait anymore.”

“Hmm, I guess not, being this hard, huh?” Rumble felt something soft stroke him below the belt and looked down to discover he was already naked. Questions like how and when his clothes and armour disappeared vanished as the underside of his erect cock was gently rubbed by his mother’s hand. “That’s okay. Let’s work up to it.”

Taking a firmer hold of his cock, Caring aimed it forwards before sandwiching it between her plump thighs. The effect was immediate; Rumble practically swooned, with her arms wrapping around him helping him stay standing. She started rubbing her thighs together, the soft sensations clearly having an effect as her son began panting from the pleasure. Within seconds, his hips started bucking; slowly at first, but growing faster and faster. The heat from the friction was starting to affect Caring too, the warmth within her marehood making her wetter by the second.

“That’s it, Rumble. You’re doing great.” She praised him, both beginning to really feel it. “Here.” She paused for a moment to lift one of her heavy breasts up, the dark grey nipple standing as erect as the cock between her thighs. “Drink up. You’ll need your strength.”

Following her lead, Rumble leaned in, took the nub in his mouth and loudly started suckling. It drew a loud moan from Caring as the thighjob resumed at a faster pace. The mother moaned louder as her feminine juices tricked down to better lubricate her son’s rigid pole, while her milk finally started leaking out of her nipples and into his mouth. Rumble paused again and pulled back in surprise, but before he could even ask the question, he was pulled back onto the lactating teat.

“Don’t stop, Rumble!” Caring panted, her voice growing more shameless by the moment. “I need your help to get rid of it. Drink more! Drink me dry!” Like the good son he was, Rumble resumed his extraction of her lactose bounty, earning another loud moan before Caring hefted the other tit up and starting drinking from it. The room was filled with the sounds of muffled moans and the sounds of suckling and squelching as he didn’t slack off downstairs either; still pounding away at those think thighs of her. The flared head of his dick was brushing against the underside of her large ass, helping the precum dribble out of him like the twin taps the two of them were drinking from.

“Ah! I-AH! Oh, I can’t! Mnf!” Without warning, Caring pushed Rumble away, the back of his knees catching on the queen-size bed. He fell back onto the soft covers, but couldn’t push himself back up as his mother was on top of him in an instant. The two scooted further onto the bed as Caring forced another deep kiss onto her son.

“I’m sorry, Rumble. I can’t wait anymore!” Eagerness dripping from her voice almost as much as juices dripped from her lower lips, Caring wasted no time in straddling her son’s waist, lining up his precum-drenched tip with said lips and slowly insert it within her. Both ponies moaned and shuddered in pleasure as she slowly took him in inch by inch. Rumble did his best not to blow his load early, though with her soft inside pressing in against him and all that milk and foreplay riling him up, it was growing incredibly difficult to do so. Finally, he hilted within her, and the two simply stopped there for a moment to catch their breath. Both were panting heavily at this point, and as they looked in each other’s eyes, they saw the same desire staring back at them. The monsters Rumble had been hiding from earlier had been completely forgotten. All that mattered was the two of them.

“You, huff, huff, you doing okay, sweet heart?” Caring asked in a daze, with Rumble responding only with a tired nod. “Good. Now, hold on as long as you can, okay? Oh, sweet Celestia, how I’ve needed this.” Before Rumble could question that, Caring lifted herself up before slamming back down on his cock. Wet slaps filled the room alongside hungry panting as the elder pegasus built up speed. Rumble gripped the bed covers tightly as he struggled to resist painting his mother’s insides with his cum.

“M-Mom! Ungh! Mnn! I…”

“Hold on, sweetie!” Caring desperately panted as she rode him for all her worth, her breasts swinging haphazardly and spraying flecks of milk as they did so. “I need to guide you through this orgasm. Hah! Mnf! We-Ah! We’ll, mnf! Do this-ah! Hah, together!” At this, the elder pegasus sped up. Her cries were loud and whorish as she slammed herself onto her own son’s dick over and over. She could feel him getting harder, getting bigger. Caring was nearly her limit as well, her body so hot she thought she’d catch fire. Her weighty sweater puppies shook and flopped around as if possessed, spraying milk all over Rumble.

“C-Cumming… Cumming! Rumble, I’m cumming! Cum with me! Cum with me, my little sex demon! Cumming! Cumming! CumMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNGGG! AH-AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!”

With a loud screech of ecstasy, Caring climaxed. Her hips slammed down onto Rumble one last time before her pussy walls clenched around that iron-hard length of flesh like a vice grip. Her feminine juices splattered across his abs as her milk arched from her nipples and down onto the bed, coating her son even more. Squeezed so tightly, Rumble couldn’t hold on either and came. His mind blanked as his fleshy sword erupted torrents of seed. It felt so warm as it splattered against her insides that Caring thought she’d get internally scalded. But the sensation of being filled, and by one of her own sons no less, it pushed her pleasure to new heights. So much so, she fell into another orgasm merely from Rumble’s ejaculation. Her walls squeezed tightly again, coaxing another blast of cum from the young stallion. The semen soon spilled out of her lips as she shuddered in utter bliss. In a daze, she giddily looked down at her baby boy.

And saw a hungry glare shot straight back at her.

In an instant, Caring was flipped onto her back; Rumble holding her down. Even if she wanted to, any possible protests were washed away as he started thrusting again. No longer timid and following her lead, he was now in charge. Her moans of delight rang out loud alongside the squelch of the stallion pounding away her cum-stained cunt.

Rumble wasn’t sure what had overcome him, but at this moment, he simply didn’t care. A gate of carnal desire had been opened within him and he wished to savour every single second of it. As he swung his hips like a pony possessed, he felt himself growing stronger, and translated that strength into his thrusts; much to his mother’s approval if her cries were anything to go by. It wasn’t just his body changing either. His wings felt lighter, his tail colder but also more aware of its surroundings, and something throbbing from either side of his head. But none of that mattered to him. As his vision tunnelled, all Rumble cared about in that moment was the incestuous rutting of his mother.

From beyond the wall of the bedroom, a tall, dark and beautiful mare smiled at a job well done before moving on to her next target.

Dinky’s eyes were slow to open, but once they did, they shot wide as saucers at her predicament.

Her surroundings were that of a cave made entirely of navy-blue slime; almost as if she were within a giant bubble, with piles of the goop popping and sloshing around. The only parts of the cavern that seemed solid were her restraints. Her limbs were held out in an X shape, with her hands and wrists trapped within the nipples of massive breasts made out of the slime. She tried pulling herself free with growing panic, but to no avail. A chill running across her body also revealed she was but naked. Her mind raced with questions. How did this happen? Where was she? Where was Rumble?

So focussed on questioning how this happened, Dinky was unaware of hands reaching out from behind her until she felt two cool hands tightly squeeze her D-cup breasts. Yelping in surprise, she turned to look behind her and saw the upper torso of a dark, yet beautiful unicorn mare emerging from the wall of slime itself.

“My, my. You’ve developed quite well, haven’t you Darling?” The predatory look and playful tone immediately increased Dinky’s nervousness, but the voice of this pony caught her off-guard.

“R-Rarity?” She asked timidly, wincing as the groping hands were now filling their palms with her wide and sensitive areola.

“Almost.” She purred in response. “It’s proper etiquette to address a lady by her full title. I am Lady Nightmare Rarity. And as for you, Dinky dear, well…” Rarity drew closer now, her breath tickling Dinky’s ears as she rolled the younger unicorn’s mounds around like dough. “I was just thinking it was so sad how you ran away from me in our last meeting. So, this time, I intend to keep you for a full session. And I have just the pony to help you stay here this time.” The sound of splashing footsteps drew Dinky’s attention straight ahead, and her breath escaped his in a gasp of terror and shock.

“M-Mom?”

Approaching the bound unicorn was her mother Derpy Doo; as curvaceous as she appeared previously, the only articles of clothing being cow-pattern sleeves and stockings. A dazed look of joy was plastered across her face, and her hips swayed sumptuously with each step. As she drew closer, Dinky felt, and then saw, two navy-blue breasts larger than her head came to rest on her shoulders. The cool, slimy titflesh pressed in on her head, making it hard to turn away as Derpy stopped right before her daughter with her hands hefting up one of her lactating breasts.

“M-Mom, Mom, wai-HMMMPF!”

Any pleas for mercy from Dinky were silenced when Derpy forced her leaking nipple into her daughters’ mouth. Milk immediately started flowing, and with the only other alternative being drowned, she swallowed. The milk just didn’t stop though, so gulp after gulp went down the unicorn’s throat; dizzying her mind as much as the three breasts surrounding her head. Over the grey curve of her mother’s boob, Dinky witnessed Derpy self-breastfeeding herself with the other tit. The cool pair of hands on her own chest continued to have their way with them; tracing circles over the areola, as well as flicking, pinching and pressing in on the hard nubs her nipples had become.

“Mmm… That’s good, Darling.” The nightmare purred, pulling on Dinky’s nipples one last time before letting her breasts bounce back. “Just soak in the pleasure and let all your worries drift away. Let your family help you relax.”

The cave seemed to shrink in on itself in an instant, and Dinky found herself beneath the surface. She was still immobile, however, as her body felt like it was completely encased in the slimy substance. The only thing other than the gunk she could see was a shadow right in front of her which, upon resurfacing, was still her mother. Shaking any goop out of her eyes, the unicorn quickly noted their surroundings and positions had shifted. Still within the cave, the two were now on a queen-sized bed in the center of the cavern. Derpy was on all fours directly above her, while Dinky’s wrists and shins were cuffed and chained to the bedposts.

“M-Mom,” Dinky sputtered at the pegasus. “S-Snap out of it!” Mustering even that amount of a resistance was proving to be difficult. Like before, her mothers’ milk was muddling her mind, as had all the attention her chest had received.

“No, she shouldn’t.”

The voice froze Dinky. For a moment, the fog being breastfed cleared, and she looked past her mother to see the newcomer with the all too familiar voice. Standing right by the bed with a look that could be judged as both disappointment and anger plastered onto her features. was Sparkler. Her adopted older sister. Her naked adopted sister. Her adopted sister sporting two fully erect horse cocks; one atop the other.

“S-Sparkler? W-What happened to you?”

“No.” The pink unicorn shot back, shaking her head of purple hair as she crossed her hands beneath her C cup chest hams. “That’s the stupid nickname this dumb slut gave me. Both of you know my real name’s Amethyst Star.”

“But… but I thought-HHNGGH!” Dinky’s confusion was interrupted by an aura of purple magic pressing her mother’s tits into her own. The sensation of Derpy’s lubricated nipples being ground into hers, as well as her large and sensitive areolas, was enough to render the grey unicorn a panting mess. Then, when Amethyst lifted Derpy up and lined their nipples together with her magic, she pushed even harder. Something opened up, forcing Dinky’s eyes wide open. The fog was parted once more, but this time by an uncomfortable pain. For the minute or so of agony, she thrashed against her chains, shaking her head in a vain attempt to deny the reality of this situation. But another look down confirmed it, as that pain was rapidly morphing into pleasure.

Her mother’s nipples were inside her own.

Another pain rocked her world, though this one came from much further down her body. Her voice wasn’t the only one to cry out, as Derpy joined in the agonising exclamation. But unlike her, Dinky saw her mother wearing a crazed smile at this, saliva dribbling down her chin and onto her daughter’s face. Another push from below sent another pulse surging throughout her body, but like with her nipples, this pain too soon morphed into pleasure. Though it was difficult to see past the four breasts squashed together, or her mother’s lustful expression, deep down she knew what it was. And the thought brought tears to her eyes.

Amethyst Star was raping them. Both of them.

Her own sister had taken her virginity.

Dinky gritted her teeth as she felt the warm trickle of blood running down just past her thighs, while the girthy rod of flesh opened up more and more of hers until Amethyst finally, mercifully, hilted within both mares. The three remained that way for a while, each recovering their breath. Both mares were clamping down on Amethyst so tightly, Dinky’s especially so. The younger unicorn was having difficulty staying conscious from the multiple intrusions in her body.

Then the movement began again.

Amethyst slowly, agonisingly, pulled her hips back. Enough that only the flared heads of both cocks remained within the pair of pussies. Then, with a grunt of exertion, she thrust them back in. The wails of pleasure from her family were exquisite. Dinky had never felt anything like this before. Like any mare her age, she had experimented with masturbation, but her fingers were never able to reach as deep or cause as intense a desire as Amethyst was now. Another pulse, this one split in two and wetter, came to life in Dinky’s chest. Looking down, she could see milk squirting out of the miniscule gaps between her and her mothers’ nipples. It dawned on the unicorn then, that her mother was now pumping milk into her breasts. Indeed, with each thrumming pulse she felt in her chest, she saw her own bust swell that little bit more.

A swifter and more thorough thrust from Amethyst wiped Dinky’s mind for a moment, shifting her focus back to her crotch. How Amethyst was scraping out her insides and hitting the gateway to her womb. How it felt so… good. Time was escaping Dinky’s grasp as the incestuous intercourse went on and on. Her bust swelled with her pulse of Derpy’s milk. Her pussy unconsciously clamped down harder on her sister’s cock with each thrust. At some point she had started swapping spit with her mother. For how long and who initiated the kiss was uncertain. All that mattered in this moment was the sheer bliss Dinky Doo was feeling.

Then, finally, the pleasure reached its crescendo.

Two eruptions occurred within Dinky’s body. Three, if one counted her own orgasm following the prior two explosions of fluid. The first occurred in her chest, as Derpy screeched loudly in the throes of ecstasy. Her whole body shuddered, but her nipples went from open taps to fire hydrants. The volume of milk surging out of her breasts and into Dinky’s tripled, and so did the expansion of the latter’s bosom. They bloated so much that Derpy was being lifted off of her daughter while the other filled her with semen. The second blast of bodily fluids was Amethyst’s cock. Length after length of searing-hot sperm was blasted into Dinky’s virgin womb, providing her with a sense of warm fullness she had never known before.

These two blasts were enough to push the blonde unicorn over the edge, and her body twitched and spasmed with carnal delight. Her vaginal walls constricted Amethyst’s penis like a dragon clutching onto their horde of jewels and gold. This unspeakable tightness siphoned out another orgasm from the pink unicorn, and then another from their mother. It continued; each mare feeding off of and causing another round of orgasms for the next. With this daisy chain of climaxes, Dinky’s mind faded in a sea of white, while maliciously posh laughter rang out in her ears.

When Rumble awoke, it was to the sounds of a panicked pony. Instantly, he shot to a crouching position, a sword in one hand as adrenaline helped banish any weariness. The entrance to his mother’s bedroom remained secure, and as he rose to his feet, he saw the windows were intact as well as the morning light filtered through. Well, as intact as they had been when they arrived. So, he turned to look at the source of the hysterical sounds, and his eyes widened. There, sitting on the bed and looking on the verge of a panic attack, was Dinky; unchanged from the previous night in all was but one.

Her chest.

Dinky had always been blessed with a large bust. Rumble supposed that was due to being Derpy Doo’s daughter. But the breasts he saw shouldn’t have been real. Somehow, her grey sweater puppies had torn clean through said black sweater, as well as the front of any other clothing she had been wearing on top, and were now large enough for her underboob to rest level with her navel. When her golden eyes turned to look at him, her panicking paused for a brief moment before she backed up against the wall.

“Dinky?” Rumble asked, concerned for his companion. He came one step closer, but she scooched back an equal distance. “Dinky, it’s okay. It’s me, Rumble.”

“Oh yeah?” She asked accusatorially, which threw Rumble for a loop. “You think I was born yesterday, or something? What’ve you done with Rumble?”

“Dinky, cut it out.” Rumble’s voice was growing more aggressive, frustration bubbling up within him. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but it’s me. I’m Rumble.”

“Rumble doesn’t have horns.” That retort stopped Rumble in his tracks. Confusion and a quickly growing sense of dread replaced his frustration. Walking over to the side of the room, he stood up a knocked over full-length mirror.

What he saw caused a panic to rise in him like it had in Dinky, for she wasn’t the only one to have undergone changes in their sleep. His hands and feet were now tipped with sharpened claws, and fur that matched his dark grey mane and tail now covered his limbs up to his elbows and knees. His tail, once a tangled mess of hair, had transformed completely into a hairless, whip-like tail. It had also seemingly doubled in length, and was tipped with an elongated spade. His wings, arguably the pride of his body, now looked more at home on a thestral; thin, dark grey membrane in place of pegasi feathers. Finally, upon his head sat two large, curved ram horns. The horns stretched a little past his face, their points looking very sharp. All of these changes unnerved Rumble. Unconsciously, he walked backwards, away from the mirror, before falling onto his backside. His self-control unravelling, he started hyperventilating.

“Rumble? Rumble!” The stallion-turned-apparent demon looked to his right, seeing the concerned face of his unicorn companion next to him. She was blushing, no doubt from her chest; a chest that Rumble couldn’t stop himself from stealing a quick glance at how they were pressed against her arms. Looking back up at her eyes, it was clear Dinky noticed this and slapped him.

“Ow! What was that for?” He asked, a hand rubbing his cheek as he looked back at her annoyed expression.

“One, to calm you down. And two, for stealing a peek, you pervert.” She then hooked her arms underneath his, pulling him to his feet. But, with the new weight of her chest, she lost balance and fell back onto the bed. “But,” she sighed. “It’s hard to fake genuine panic like that. So… I believe you. But, Rumble…” her face took on a more uncertain expression now. “What do we do now? I mean, staying one night in Equestria makes you look like this?” She gestured to both of them. “I don’t even want to think about what’s happened to Princess Flurry Heart. What are we going to do? I… I want to go back. To the Crystal Empire.”

“What?” Rumble blurted out. “Dinky, we can’t give up after one hiccup.”

The now extremely busty unicorn gave him a sceptical look. “This is one pretty big hiccup, Rumble.”

“Okay, I know.” He sighed, rubbing the back of his head and trying to ignore how his arm was brushing up against the horns now emerging from the side of his head. “Look, I don’t like the idea that we’ve come all this way for nothing, so how about this. We’re so close to your old place right now, so how about we head there and search for clues. If we can’t find any leads about your mom there, then we head back. Deal?”

Dinky mulled this over. She was absolutely terrified about what had happened to her body. The thought of it happening again scared her more than anything else. Yet, it was also true she wanted at least some closure on what happened to her mother. If not for her sake, then for Sparkler’s. The memory of her sister in that dream gave rise to a uncomfortable shudder running down her spine, but, putting all the fear aside, she couldn’t deny Rumble’s logic. Plus, given how exhausted a long-range teleport had been, they couldn’t get out of there as quickly as she hoped for anyway. Might as well search on their way out.

“Okay, fine,” she sighed, offering a hand for Rumble to help her to her feet, which he obliged. An aura of dull golden light surrounded her bag and slung it over her shoulder, while she then levitated the sheets from the bed up and around her body to obscure her breasts. “But the moment we’ve checked the place, I want out. Got it?”

An assured nod from her companion was all the acknowledgement she needed and, after he had gathered his equipment, he helped the bountiful-chested unicorn downstairs and towards the back door. Though no patrols could be heard out the front, Rumble didn’t wish to take any chances, and this was a swifter route to the unicorn’s old home regardless. Deconstructing the makeshift fortifications at the back door as quietly and swiftly as he could, the two ponies cautiously stepped outside. The grass had overgrown to the point Rumble couldn’t spot the old path to the garden at the back, which had covered the entire back fence in vines as if the Everfree Forest had invaded their garden specifically. The stallion flew over the other side of the fence to the alley that ran behind the house, though it took him a few moments to get used to his new membrane wings as opposed to his old feathery ones.

Dinky spared the sheets covering her expansive bust a worried look as she tried clambering up over the fence. Rumble flew back over a minute or so later when she was still struggling and helped her over the top, apologising for not doing so from the beginning. But, as he was helping set her down, the weight of her chest caught her off-guard again and she fell forwards. Rumble wasn’t able to catch her in time and she hit the ground chest first. The stiff impact her nipples took should have been painful, and was to an extent, but the overriding sensation she received was pleasure. As a result, against her will, a lustful moan loudly escaped her as Rumble scrambled to her side.

“Dinky, you okay?” He once again helped her to her feet, looking her over for any wounds. Aside from a few tears in the sheets, she appeared fine, though he once again couldn’t help but stare at those oversized melons of hers before shaking those thoughts out of his head.

“Y-Yeah,” she stuttered as a blush forced itself upon her face. “I-I’ll be fine. We should keep moving.”

“Well, hello there, neighbour.”

The two ponies turned around slowly. Standing there, on one side of the alleyway and flanked by three tall and burly-looking cyclopes, stood a demon. She almost looked like a copy of what Rumble had become, only her coat was red instead of light grey, her eyes were black with golden irises, and her attire consisted of a black corset, G-string, sleeves and thigh-high high heels. Rumble’s keen eyes also picked up the coiled whip wrapped around her wide hips, though that gaze drifted up to the DD breasts her arms were crossed beneath. Dinky looked on in growing fear, especially at the fact that the monstrous henchmen weren’t wearing pants, and that their members were rapidly growing taller and harder at the mere sight of her.

“Don’t think I’ve seen you two around town before,” she stated with a sensual tone to her voice. “Why don’t the two of you come over to my place so we can get to know each other more… intimately?”

“Why would we want to go anywhere with you?” Rumble asked sternly, positioning himself between Dinky and this new arrival. “We don’t even know who you are.”

“Oh, you’re right. My apologies, how rude of me.” The demonette stated playfully before giving a low bow. Low enough to give Rumble an even greater view of her cleavage. “I am Voyette; second in command of the Empress’ Central Equestrian Horde. There, introductions made. Your turn.”

“…Name’s Rumble,” he finally admitted, earning a shocked look from Dinky he didn’t see, as he kept his eyes on his opponent. “And I’m sorry, but we have more important things to attend to so,” he then drew both swords and stood ready to move at a moment’s notice. “If you don’t mind, we’ll take our leave now.”

“Oh, but I do mind.” Voyette said, her mask of kindness starting to slip as she kept talking, taking a more threatening tone. “You see, being second in command around here means there are few things more important in this town than me… and I don’t think I like what you’re insinuating by snubbing such a generous offer. So, I’ll give you one more chance since you’re clearly newcomers in town.” She snapped her fingers, and the cyclops henchmen spread out as much as they could in the alleyway. “Come with me, or I’ll have to discipline both you and your busty whore.”

Rumble answered her threat by charging at Voyette, yet the speed at which he rocketed towards her surprised even him. It threw his next few steps out of balance, making it easy pickings for the demonette to lash out at his shins with her whip before magically slamming him back first into one of the alleyway walls.

“Rumble!” Dinky shouted, concern for her companion spurring her to action. But a snap of their mistress’ fingers led to the cyclopes lumbering towards her. She backed up a few steps and tried firing a beam of magic at them, but it was easily dodged and they pinned her to the ground with her hands held above her head. One look up at their eager faces and she knew she was in trouble. “N-No… Stay away from me, you filthy-HMMPH!” The brute holding her hands down leaned over her and extended its long purple tongue, licking and probing until finally forcing its way into the mares’ mouth. As this intrusion took place, the second cyclops tore off the sheet and immediately sandwiched his long schlong between her massive melons. As he started thrusting his hips, his mushroom-tipped head just barely peaked through the valley of cleavage. The third monster tore off her pants and underwear, leaving scraps of denim clinging to Dinky’s shins as he held her legs down and began lapping at her inner thighs. Given the roughhousing of her boobs and the forced Prench kiss, Dinky was all too aware whenever that tongue at her lower entrance got too close to her snatch as it started to glisten with nectar.

“D-Dinky!” Rumble yelled, trying to get to his feet. But his body was held n place by a maroon aura of magic as Voyette stood proudly in his path.

“Aw, how cute.” She taunted him with that sweet voice returning. “You care for your pet slut. But while she may be blessed in the boobs department, I bet she’s never given you as good a time as I can provide.” At a snap of her fingers, all of Rumble’s clothes unravelled by themselves, while his armour flew off of his body; leaving him completely naked and displaying the hardening horse cock to the world. Voyette’s tail slinked down to and coiled tightly around said cock, instantly triggering a sense of pleasure and a gasp from the stallion.

“Oh, you like that, big boy?” She asked softly, looking down at him with a cruel grin. “Well, you’ll have to hold back. I don’t appreciate being attacked like that, so you aren’t allowed to move until I say so.” At this, with her pelvis inches away from his face, Voyette pulled her G-string aside to reveal her already wet vagina, and began fingering herself. One finger at first, then two, and soon her thumb brushed against her hardening clit as well. The flecks of feminine juices and the scents wafting from the erotic display right before his face lit a flame of desire in Rumble. His mind didn’t want to, knowing the demon was the enemy. But his body was swiftly warming up to this temptress. Not only from the raunchy display inches before his eyes, but the handjob her tail was giving him at the same time. Stroking up and down at an increasing pace, his sensitive dick was helping to build the numbing wave of pleasure that was blanking out the rational part of his mind. Helping to erase parts of it.

“Hmm…” Voyette purred, chuckling darkly at the flushed face of the stallion. “That’s a good boy. Now, do your new mistress a favour…” She retracted her fingers from her own honeypot and held her lower lips wide for him to see as the shimmering maroon magic holding him down disappeared. “…and eat me out.” With his will being eroded, Rumble dumbly nodded and rose to his knees. Placing his hands on her hips for balance, the corrupted pegasus brought his face to her crotch and lapped away like a dog that had long been thirsty.

“Hmpf! A-Ah! Yes! That’s it. Good boy.” Voyette cooed as her pussy was explored. Rumble’s tongue was clenched down upon by the demonic vag, yet it didn’t impede his progress; eventually finding her G spot and lavishing it with adoration. “AH! H-Hah! Mnn! You-You’re really something, Rumble!” She panted, drool escaping her lips as she looked down at her new toy. “Such a good job deserves a reward.”

As one hand went to the back of Rumble’s horned head to hold him to her muff, her other outstretched hand was pointed down at his dick, which was then engulfed in the same maroon glow of magic as said hand. The dick, still being stroked by her tail, grew. Along with his pair of balls, the pegasus’ genitals expanded; growing longer and taller than even that of Voyette’s own minions. By the time she was done, the flared tip of Rumble’s cock stood at eye level with the stallion; lightly patting the demonette on the rump, while his testicles were now the size of rock melons. Voyette chuckled sensually at this development, eagerly awaiting her return to her quarters so she could ride that pole all night long. But the sound of air being displaced caught her ear and she looked behind her for the reason.

Over by her cyclops goons, Dinky had escaped via a desperate short-range teleport. She didn’t come out of it unscathed, however, as a large and very visible puddle of cum was decorating her cleavage and collarbone, while one of the burly brutes was clearly more lethargic than his colleagues. One of them advances to try and pin her down again, but the unicorn sidestepped the thug and levelled a point-blank blast of golden magic into him. When the light faded, all present witnessed the cyclops bearing a hole in his back that was quickly flooding with black blood before he fell to the ground. Dinky, pleased at herself for a split second, turned back around to see if she could mount a rescue for Rumble.

Sounds of carnal delight killed any optimism she might’ve had. Looking past the cyclops’, Dinky saw the huge hard-on Rumble was now sporting, and how, with shuddering micro-thrusts, he was painting the ground before him white with his seed. When Voyette stepped away from him, she gasped in horror at the sight. His face was trapped in a state of pure erotic bliss. His muzzle was stained in feminine juices, his tongue hanging out dripping the stuff. Despite the sizeable discharge he had just produced, his stallionhood remained tall and thick. But it was his eyes. Dinky saw them faded, like there was no pupils to them. Just an empty purple expanse, with a flicker of what she thought was a glowing pink heart before that too faded. Unbeknownst to her, Rumble’s mind was disintegrating. The wave of pleasure that had been building from all the attention Voyette – no, Mistress Voyette – had lavished upon him finally crashed down on what remained of his sanity. All his goals, his beliefs, his memories, they were all washed out to see in a riptide of pleasure. Even memories of his family were washed in a shade of corruption. His father and brother were erased, and his mother went from one of the kindest mares he had ever known, to a lowly whore like the one that he had ploughed in his dream; a dream he now very much wished to make reality.

“Well now, Dinky, was it?” Voyette asked, smirking a predatory grin at the now lonely unicorn as she desperately tried hiding her nipples, with limited success. “Guess you’re all on your own, and a masterless mare is a dangerous thing to be in this day and age. How about we skip the part of you trying to run, and come with me? I can protect you, not to mention provide you with a comfortable time, doing so.”

Looking between the smiling demon, the two now angry monsters, and her out-of-commission companion, each and every survival instinct screamed at Dinky to run. So, not two seconds after Voyette had finished making her offer, she spun on her heels and ran as well as she could while holding her massive chest. An annoyed sigh sounded out from behind, followed by a snap of her fingers. At that, once glance behind told Dinky that the cyclopes were quickly on her tail, and gaining. Looking back cost her, though, and she felt down once more. This time thankfully on her shoulder, sparing her another immobilising experience of falling on her nipples, but it meant the monsters were that much closer to catching her. Running on instinct and adrenaline, Dinky turned, looked at the closest cyclops and fired. Her magical aim was true. The charging monster had no time to react as a hole was punched through its head.

Wanting to get away, somewhere, anywhere but this alleyway, Dinky charged her magic and braced for pain as she cast another teleportation spell. The instantaneous journey felt so much longer, as did her suffering while doing so. When she and Rumble had teleported out of the Crystal Empire, it had merely left her exhausted. But this jump was a hundred times worse, as she could feel the pain searing into her horn from the inside. Mercifully, she translated back into reality somewhere dark and quiet, with her landing on something soft. Her energy waning, Dinky lifted her head to check her surroundings, and one thought ran through her mind before the pain of the jump knocked her out.

…M-My room…? I… I’m home…?

Author's Note

Rumble:
Purity: 0/2
Will: -8*
Strength: +5*
Defence: +2*
Speed: -1*
Magic: +3*
Items:
Crystal Sword x2: +1 to Strength Checks
Light Crystal Armour: +1 to Defence Checks
Food Rations x3 (Including 1 Apple)
Family Picture: Can reroll one Will Check per chapter
Corruptions:
Monster Transformation (Demon): +2 to Magic Checks, +1 to Strength and Speed Checks, -4 to Will Checks
Cock & Balls Expansion (6/8): -5 to Speed and Will Checks

Dinky Doo:
Purity: 2/3
Will: +3
Strength: +1
Defence: +2
Speed: -5*
Magic: +3*
Items:
Horn Ring: +1 on Magic Checks
Spell Scrolls: Advantage on Magic Checks in relation to Beams, Cloud Walking, and Teleportation
Food Rations x3
Corruptions:
Expanded Breasts (M cup): -7 to Speed Checks

So, fun fact, I had almost completely forgotten that you can lose Purity Points from the dream sequences. Even though we had Vinyl lose one like that a couple of chapters ago. But sadly, this means Rumble's journey ends just as it had begun. A shame. He did have a reroll on his Will check, but that wasn't enough to save him. How long Dinky can hold on for on her own remains to be seen.

And here are the new options for the next chapter. Very interested in seeing where the story goes from here. The threat of our first bad end has never been more prominent than right now, so great care shall be required in your choices.

Action 1:
Search Saddle Row Theatre
Search the Mare of Liberty Statue
Action 2:
Stay put and rest
Search for Rumble
Head for Twilight Sparkle's Castle
Return to the Crystal Empire
Character:
Bring Coco along
Send Coco back to the Crystal Empire

As always, I hope you enjoyed reading and happy voting!