“Flurry? Flurry! Where are you?”

Zap called out from her kneeling on the private box floor, her desperation and panic growing with each second her calls went unanswered. Were she not sore and exhausted from the race, the orange pegasus imagined she would’ve been zipping all over the place; frantically searching for her special somepony. The tell-tale sting of her eyes growing watery forced the flier to wipe them clean, yet a soft feeling surrounding her broke her out of the fear spiral. Looking up, she saw her mother with one arm wing hugging her daughter.

“Zap, you need to calm down.” Spectrum Blast stated, the empathetic expression of her face mixing with the measured tone of her voice. “Look, we’ll find Flurry, but not if we lose our heads. Just take a deep breath and we’ll figure this out.” Though shaken, the pregnant pegasus nodded and focused on slowing her breathing. She couldn’t exactly remember what Flurry’s little breathing motion had been that seemed to help her, but after a few moments, she had settled enough to shuffle over to collect Flurry’s bag and sword.

Spectrum, meanwhile, took a cursory look around the private box before approaching Vapour Trail. The harpy used one of her arm wings to help cradle the former Wonderbolt’s head, and the other to wipe the cum staining her face. She also noticed the bruise on her temple and the small scratch on her neck. This threatened to light a fire under the corrupted Element Bearer, but that would have to wait. Ensuring her property was alright came first.

“Hey, Vapour. Vapour Trail. Are you okay? Can you hear me?” Spectrum asked, gently shaking the mare as she did so. Having a fair idea how important Flurry was to Zap, she needed the pale pegasus to wake up, as she represented their best lead.

“…Ugh… “G-Governess?” Vapour stirred. Slowly at first, but when she saw the face of her owner looming above her, the mare’s senses quickly came back to her. She tried getting up, but feathers curling over her shoulders silently told her to stay still.

“Hey, you’re not in trouble.” Spectrum stated, looking her former trainee in the eye. Though her tone was noticeably kinder than before the race, there was still a hint of the steel the harpy had ruled Cloudsdale with these past decades. “Vapour, I need to know what happened in here. Where’s Princess Flurry Heart?”

“She… S-She was taken… By Lightning Dust.” Vapour stammered, knowing how her mistress would take the news.

“What?!” Spectrum yelled, pulling the pegasus to her feet as anger resettled itself across her features.

“S-She used me as a hostage.” The slave explained. “Me and that crystal pony she owns. T-They knocked her out, and then me soon after. Next thing I knew, I was…” Vapour’s tale drifted off, the taste of semen at the back of her mouth and the feeling of it inside her womb reminding her of her status in this new Equestria.

“That bitch…” Specrtum fumed, stalking away from Vapour towards her throne. “She’s always had a huge ego, but this?!” The outburst was punctuated by the governess extending her avian feet in a thrust kick; the claws smashing her throne and causing both Vapour and Zap to jump. “I bet she took Scootaloo and Mom as well.”

“W-Wait, Mom?” Zap asked, Flurry temporarily forgotten as she stood back up slowly; one hand holding her lover’s equipment, the other holding her womb. “One o’ those pregnant mares was ma grandmare?”

“Yes,” Spectrum snapped, but realised the harshness of her tone and took a deep breath to refocus. “Right now, we need to get out there and find them. Lightning and her crew couldn’t have gotten too far. If they’re still in Canterlot, they should be unconscious. Between the three of us, we should be able to find them quick.”

“T-Three of us?” Vapour asked, uncertainty painted across her features as she subconsciously hugged herself with her wings. “A-Are you sure you need me for this? I don’t want to be in the way.”

“Vapour.” The harpy said, turn to and kneeling before the Wonderbolt-turned-slave. “I can’t do this alone.” Spectrum let those words sink in. She knew, had she not given her word she would reform, there wasn’t a chance the proud flier would’ve said such a thing. The fact it was her own daughter that forced her hand helped as well. “I won’t be able to focus on the search and make sure Zap’s okay at the same time. I need you to fly with her as we search, in case something happens. Understand?” The pale pegasus’ eyes darted over to Zap, now carrying Flurry’s bag and sword. Specifically, her large baby bump. While that alone was a suitable reason to agree, to hear her brash and arrogant mistress ask her for help instead of ordering her helped show this was a genuine request. Looking back at the intimidating monster mare, Vapour nodded.

“Right then.” Spectrum stated, standing back up and stretching her four wings. “Every second we wait, Lightning Dust and her idiots can get further away. We’ll search all Cloudsdale and if they aren’t here, we’ll widen the search. Let’s fly!”

With that, Spectrum Blast shot out of the private box of the cloud colosseum and began zig-zagging across the floating town; her raptor-like eyesight scouring every nook and cranny for the missing alicorn. At a slower pace, Zap and Vapour followed, the latter never straying further than an arms’ length from her charge, while the former flew slower to ease the weary limbs still sore from the race.

Flurry, Zap’s thoughts prayed, hoping to reach her beloved. If ya can hear me, please… Hang in there. Ah’m on ma way!

“Wake up, Princess.”

Those words and a sharp stinging sensation snapped Flurry Heart out from the depths of unconsciousness. It took her mind a second or two to register the pain that woke her was a slap across the face. Shaking the cobwebs away, she took in her new surroundings. Once more the alicorn was underground; she was in the centre of a large chamber, though the roar of moving water could be heard echoing from a tunnel that curved away off to the side. The sensation of a cool breeze brushing over her white coat informed the princess she was naked save the dream amulet around her neck, but her body wasn’t without adornments. Given the oppressive blanket that smothered her magical senses, Flurry figured there had to be another of those magic-blocking horn rings on hers, while her body was bound with criss-crossing ropes that allowed for no movement as she hung just off the ground with her knees bent in a straddling posture.

“Eyes over here, slut!” A male voice shouted at her, and Flurry felt a fist tug her mane, forcing her to look ahead. There she saw Lightning Dust, the teal pegasus smirking cruelly at her with arms crossed. Furthermore, she wasn’t alone.

To her left stood a taller, lankier pegasus mare, with a purple coat and a mane the colour and appearance of a cloud. Her blue eyes held as much maliciousness in them as Lightning’s did, though they drew Flurry’s interest a little more given the faded scar over the mare’s left eye. Stepping back from Flurry to stand on Lightning’s other side was a shorter stallion, one the alicorn had previously seen the first time her group had tried infiltrating Cloudsdale. His expression seemed permanently fixed in an irritated scowl, as he mimicked Lightning by crossing his arms and staring at the alicorn. Finally, standing in obedient silence behind the three were the two pregnant pegasi from Spectrum Blast’s private box at the colosseum, as well as the brainwashed Garnet Gauntlet. Each of the three wore nothing save a collar made of darkened clouds. The sight of the crystal pony in such a state formed an ache in Flurry’s heart, but she let that sorrow fuel her angry glare back at the flight-suit-wearing trio.

“Well?” The prisoner asked. “You have me. Now what? You make me a plaything or something along those lines?”

“Oh, don’t tempt me, bitch.” Lightning responded with a cruel laugh, stepping forward. “Don’t get me wrong, we’ll have our fun with you, but after that? Who knows? We could take you to the Empress, or we could sneak you down to Kludgetown and sell you off to the highest bidder. I’m sure there’d be an Abyssinian or two that would make a killing with a high-grade product like you.”

“And what makes you think I’d let you?”

“What makes you think you have a choice?” Lightning smirked as she condescendingly patted the princess’ mane. “Besides, if you don’t do as we say, then I can’t guarantee what happens to those three.” She nodded to Garnet and the pregnant pegasi. “Those collars were fashioned from storm clouds. You refuse us, they get a few thousand volts of electricity straight down the spine. Your call.” Lightning Dust had her, and both she and Flurry Heart knew it. If it was just her that would suffer, Flurry could live with that. But Garnet and the two pegasi mares, as well as whatever was growing within them? Despite everything that had happened to her since this quest began, she couldn’t bring herself to condemn them to death, just to spit her captors.

“…Fine.” The alicorn sighed in defeat, turning her gaze back to the smug ringleader. “Just… Just don’t hurt them… They’ve suffered enough.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Lightning replied, her satisfaction at the capitulating princess growing with each moment. “We won’t do anything… painful to them. But I think it’s about time we started doing you. Ladies?” The Washouts leader fluttered back, the three slaves stepping forward in response. “How’s about you help the princess relax?”

“Yes Mistress.” They answered as one, approaching the bound pony.

Zap… Flurry called out mentally, praying beyond all reason that her special somepony could hear her. Please… hurry. I… I need- “G-Ha!”

Flurry’s heart-felt thoughts were interrupted as her ordeal began. All three slave mares were delicately caressing the alabaster alicorn. The blue pegasus took Flurry’s face in her hands, before closing the distance and locking lips. Flurry was about to try shaking her off, but caught sight of Lightning Dust and the other captors smirking at her with knowing looks. Understanding the unspoken threat to the slaves, the prisoner complied and forced herself to allow the mature mare’s tongue into her mouth.

As her oral cavity was explored, the other pegasus strolled around to close in on Flurry’s back. With great care, she softly stroked her fingers against the large, bound wings. Though the princess couldn’t turn her head away from the tongue-wrestling match being forced upon her, her ears flicked back to hear what she assumed were the tiny wings of the purple-maned pegasus buzzing. A pang of guilt flooded through her despite her situation. Flurry’s large wings had always been important to her. She adored how strong they were during flight. How warm they were when the chilly Crystal Empire winters set in. To meet a pony whose wings were on the opposite end of the size spectrum suddenly made her self-conscious. These thoughts were smashed when she felt something wet trail its way up across one of her bound wings, sending a shiver up her spine.

Though that shiver could have come from the third mare molesting her against their will. While the pegasi had gone high, Garnet Gauntlet went low. She knelt before her liege and began worshiping the royal cooch with her tongue. Flurry gasped, only for the mare kissing her to continue ever rougher. Garnet followed suit; trailing her oral muscle from the base of her slit all the way up to the sensitive bean that was beginning to firm, much like the alicorn’s nipples. Feeling a blush of embarrassment spreading across her face, Flurry tried with all her might to resist the pleasure these three were giving her. But her body was betraying her. Weeks of being subject to such lewd treatments had adapted her body to be used to such sensations. It was another nail to Flurry’s heart; one of many in the span of a few days.

“Come on, Lightning.” Flurry heard a masculine voice complain. “Stop blue-balling me and let me join in!” The mare making out with her paused to look over at her masters, and Flurry took the opportunity to catch her breath. Try as she might to fight against it, the alicorn’s internal heat was only building, and Garnet wasn’t making it any easier to ignore with the attention her tongue was giving to Flurry’s petals. Following the older mare’s gaze, she saw the short stallion fuming at his taller superior.

“Alright, Short Fuse.” Lightning sighed, rolling her eyes. “Rolling Thunder, lower the princess down a little, will you? I think it’s time us Washouts had our fun.”

“Gladly.” The taller mare, Rolling, answered; fluttering over to a rope pulley to lower Flurry to the ground before joining her teammates in approaching the bound prisoner.

Though she knew escape was impossible, the alicorn still squirmed in her ropes as the trio approached; the stallion, Short Fuse, already having unzipped his flight suit to reveal his above-average sized cock and balls. The diminutive pegasus laid down below Flurry and, once she was straddling him on the cave floor, Short wasted no time in inserting himself into her wet snatch. Her pussy instinctively closed around the new guest, shaming Flurry even more that her body was reacting in such an erotic manner. This wasn’t helped by both Lightning Dust and Rolling Thunder taking over from the slaves in pleasuring the princess’ other sensitive parts. The taller Washout knelt and took one of Flurry’s erect nipples into her mouth; sucking with intent on the pliant chest ham. Her hands, meanwhile, drifted to the alicorn’s back, and caressed her bound wings while Short Fuse thrusted from below.

Lightning joined in; gripping Flurry by the mane and gave the princess a forceful kiss. Despite the prisoners’ best efforts to keep her mouth shut, the thrusts from below had her gasping for air at times, and made it too easy for the teal pegasus to invade with her tongue. Flurry’s fought to push it back out, but Lightning countered by engaging it with her own. She also lowered a hand to take hold of the nipple not receiving attention from Rolling Thunder and pinch it. Flurry couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, which drew a smile from Lightning as she pulled out of it to smirk at her captive.

The alicorn wanted to unleash a torrent of unprincessly slurs at her tormentor, but the pounding of cock in pussy that continued to bounce her robbed any chance of coherent sentences forming any time soon. Short Fuse sought to increase the experience; he pulled Flurry’s tail out of the way before smacking her ivory flanks. With her mouth no longer engaged, Flurry’s shocked cries echoed out in the cavern as the stallion below her continued spanking those bouncing cheeks.

“AGH! G-AHA! St-Stop! St-AHP!” Flurry called out, yet her pleas were only answered by further fucking from Short Fuse, and laughter from Lightning Dust.

“Why would we do that?” She asked condescendingly, hooking an arm over Garnet Gauntlet’s shoulder to grab a maroon boob. “We’re only getting started.”

Rolling Thunder released her hold on Flurry’s nipple, the popping sounding out against the panting and wet slaps of sex. But the alicorn’s erect nubs didn’t remain unloved for long. The two pregnant mares crawled towards Flurry on all fours, struggling but soon latching on to suckle on those teats. The princess’ battered resolve took another hit as she saw the look in their eyes; the blank looks of mares whose minds were filled with nothing but pleasure and excess. The two moaned while pulling and pressing her nipples with their mouths, with Flurry discovering Rolling Thunder was the culprit; the tall Washout clearly fingering each of the foal-laden mares.

“Argh! A-hah! S-Stop!” Flurry panted, struggling against the pleasure, but she could feel the orgasm coming. She tried mustering her willpower, but the sight of Lightning Dust fondling Garnet, the mothers-to-be suckling her hard nipples, and the penis pounding her insides were too much to resist. “I-I c-AH! I can’t! C-Can’t hold-DAH! Unf! Ah! C-Cumming. I-I’m-MAH! C-Cumming. I’m cumming! C-Cummingggg-GAAAAAAAAAAAHH!”

Flurry’s climactic scream echoed throughout the subterranean chamber. Her wings pushed against the ropes pinning them to her body. Her hands and toes twitched as the waves of pleasure crashed over her body. The pegasi mares giving her nipples attention were finally rewarded for their efforts, with milk trickling from the erect nubs and eagerly swallowed. Her pussy clamped down harder than before against the intruder, swiftly bringing Short Fuse to orgasm as well. The searing-hot semen raced into the princess, as the alicorn twitched with her mouth agape. Flurry wasn’t sure if she was already hallucinating from the pleasure, but Short Fuse’s orgasm didn’t seem like it was slowing down. More and more pegasus seed flowed into her depths until, after a full minute of ejaculation, the diminutive stallion finally pulled himself out from underneath the prisoner. Flurry’s eyes weren’t focussed until Lightning Dust shooed the others away to kneel before her captive, Short Fuse complying after using the princess’ tail to wipe his cock clean.

“Pretty good, don’t you think princess?” She asked smugly, gently cupping Flurry’s face to force the alicorn to look at her. Flurry didn’t respond at first, but slowly met the leaders’ gaze as she took deep breaths. “You know, if you promise to behave, we could let you out of those ropes. So that you can… serve us more appropriately.” The pause was punctuated with an obvious glance at that white bust dribbling milk. “What do you say, princess? Ready to stop being a stuck-up bitch and enjoy yourself?”

Flurry, having finally caught her breath and trying to ignore the slimy feeling of semen escaping her snatch, simply staring Lightning Dust in the eye. Then, without warning, she hocked up as much saliva she could before spitting in defiance. Her aim was true; the loogy catching the Washout leader right in the eye.

“FUCK!” She swore, standing up and backing away as she rubbed at her face. Once she was certain her eye was clear, and blinked her vision back to normal, her gaze returned to Flurry Heart. Their eyes met, and she saw the audacity in Flurry’s eyes, and the emergence of a small smirk on her muzzle. This did nothing but light the bonfire of Lightning’s rage. “You’re gonna regret that, slut. Rolling Thunder! Mark her!”

The tall Washout nodded with a grin, kneeling before the bound princess before pulling a pen-like object from her pockets. Seeing the tip approaching, Flurry tried to jerk her body out of the way, only for her stallion comrade to hold her by the shoulders to keep her still. Unable to avoid this fate, the pen contacted the coat covering the alicorn’s collarbone and left a glowing pink trail as Rolling continued with the illustration. She worked quickly, quietly, and efficiently and, within five minutes, she stood back from Flurry with a satisfied smirk. Looking down, the prisoner saw a heart-shaped pink emblem softly glowing against her white coat. She could already feel a tingling sensation ebbing throughout her body from it, only adding to the heat currently spilling out of her marehood.

“There!” Lightning Dust’s voice exclaimed, returning to the bound pony swiftly. She took Rolling’s place and, before she could realise what was happening, a sharp pain stabbed into her skin right where the crack of cleavage began to divide her alabaster orbs from her body. Shaking away the pain, and the arousal as best she could, Flurry finally got a clear view of what her captor had just stabbed her with.

It was a syringe; one from which a pink substance was being injected into her. Memories of the pink fruit Alraune had force-fed her shot to the forefront of her mind’s eye, and the princess feared her chest was about to explode outwards again. Instead, her whole body suffered. The heat from her arousal multiplied intensely. The sensations of such stimuli quickly spread throughout her body; eclipsing any pleasurable feelings the emblem on her chest was providing. Once that pleasure started assaulting her mind, Flurry knew she was in trouble. Her whole body felt like an inferno had been lit on every nerve. As if to emphasis this, Lightning smirked before blowing lightly on the prisoner’s erect nipple. The mere act of air moving across her coat triggered another orgasm, sending Flurry into a fit of spasms as she remained helplessly bound by her ropes.

“Pretty sensitive now, huh?” Lightning asked, already knowing the answer as she watched Flurry squirm. “That aphrodisiac’s very potent. Your whole body should now be as sensitive as this little button here.” To prove her point, the pegasus leader pushed Flurry’s clit like it were a mechanical button. The alicorn gasped and cried out as another orgasmic wave, leaving her exhausted and panting for air. “Aw, getting tired already?” Lightning asked mockingly. “I do hope you’ll stay awake for it all…” she then harshly grabbed Flurry’s to force eye contact. “After all, with what you did to us last night, this is revenge for those who you killed. Scootaloo! Windy Whistles! Garnet Gauntlet! Have some more fun with her.”

“Yes Ma’am.” The three mares droned, slowly approaching the panting princess. The pregnant mares, Scootaloo and Windy, gently laid Flurry down on her back. But despite the care they took, the bound pony still felt a shock of erotic electricity run down her spine from the contact. She didn’t have long to dwell on that assault on the senses, however, as the two would open another front by once again taking her leaking nipples into their mouths.

“G-AHAH! NO! N-NAGH! S-STOP IT!” Flurry yelled, desperation beginning to creep into her voice as the mothers-to-be drank her lactose bounty. Not to be left out, Garnet Gauntlet made her move. Using her strength, the crystal pony tore away the ropes keeping Flurry’s legs bent and lifted one alabaster legs over her shoulder. With no preamble or warning, the soldier began grinding her pussy into that of her sovereign.

“I’m sorry, Your Highness,” the crystal pony panted as she rolled her hips, mashing her lower lips with those of her princess. “I can’t help but be jealous. You’ve got all that delicious cock milk inside you. Please, share it with me!” The soldier even went as far to use her free hand to pry her own petals open; making it easier for any semen escaping Flurry Heart to dribble into her insides.

“MNF! AAAAARGH! G-GARNET!” She called out frantically from beneath the two pegasi, not wanting to believe the words coming out of Garnet’s mouth. “P-PLEASE! STOP! ST-MNF.” Flurry’s pleas were muffled as a blue breast pressed itself into her muzzle; its peak diving perfectly into her open mouth.

“Here, Princess. Please, have a drink.” Windy Whistles cheerfully chirped with a dreamy smile as she got back to siphoning milk from the mare beneath her. Scootaloo, given her bust was the smallest in the group, simply doubled her efforts. She sucked loudly from Flurry’s breast, while her hands fondled her own smaller tits as well as caressing her hanging belly while swinging her ass side to side.

Milk soon started filling Flurry’s mouth and, given her position, she had no choice but to swallow to avoid drowning. This did nothing to quell the heat raging like an inferno in her loins, though the rubbing sensations from Garnets’ attentions triggered the emblem drawn onto the princess’ collarbone. Glowing once, Flurry felt the rate of her milk production increase. Windy Whistles and Scootaloo nearly choked on the milk spilling into their mouths faster, but they quickly acclimatised and continued feeding on the now slightly bigger breasts. The aphrodisiac continued to raise Flurry’s pleasure to new heights as the pegasi suckled more fervently and Garnet ground her hips with more force. Flurry, forced to drink to avoid drowning on milk, couldn’t stop the wave of excess about to crest over her.

“MMNF! M-MMNF! MNF! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNFFFFFFF!”

Despite muffled beneath lactating breasts, all present heard Flurry’s orgasmic cry. Her toes spread and bent as lightning-like release shot across every nerve. Her marehood sprayed semen-tinted femcum onto Garnet’s pelvis and thighs, some of it landing inside; much to the crystal pony’s delight. Her nipples erupted like fleshy volcanos; spraying her dairy bounty over the faces of Windy and Scootaloo, who released their grip upon her breasts to giggle at the sight. Flurry was trapped on her back; helplessly twitching in ecstasy.

“Alright girls, that’s enough fun. It’s our turn to play again.”

At Lightning Dust’s command, the three backed away from Flurry; allowing her to take much needed deep breaths. Her head limply rolled to the side, allowing her to see the three Washouts standing beside a wheeled table with predatory grins. Short Fuse’s fuck stick was once more standing at attention, while the alicorn noticed the two mares of the trio had parasitic… things attached to their crotches. Dark green creatures that held onto their thighs with thin tentacles, and had bodies that strongly resembled equine cocks.

“N-No…” Flurry muttered wearily, barely able to speak with the aphrodisiac still plaguing her body. “P-Please. L-Let… Let me rest.”

“No can do, I’m afraid.” Lightning replied with a cruel smirk as she called Garnet back over to her. “You chose not to play nice. This is the price you gotta pay.”

While the orchestrater of this orgy knelt to taste the alicorn’s juices staining Garnet’s crotch, Flurry’s attentions were drawn back to her predicament. Rolling Thunder wasted no time; lifting the princess’ legs, aligning her pseudo dick, and plunging into the sopping depths. The prisoner threw her head back and moaned, the sounds of tortured pleasure echoing throughout the cavern. A small part of Flurry’s mind hoped these sounds being forced out of her could help Zap discover her location, but the roar of rushing water further down the tunnel brought that fantasy back to reality. Short Fuse helped lift the victim up, with Rolling standing back up and holding Flurry aloft with both her arms beneath her legs and her cock inside the princess. The stallion then hovered up to the alicorns’ backside, pulling back her cum-stained tail and hotdogging her ass cheeks with his cock.

“N-No… P-Please. I’ll… I’ll break…” Flurry begged weakly, only earning a small chuckle from the mare inside her.

“Why the bloody Tartarus do ya think we’re doing this?” Rolling Thunder asked condescendingly, emphasising her point with a stiff thrust. Flurry cried out as she bounced on the tall mares’ schlong. “Now pipe down and relax if you don’t want yer arse tearing.”

This would be the only warning Flurry would receive before she felt her ass cheeks being spread and something hard pressing against her sphincter. Though terrified of this given how the aphrodisiac was making her feel, her body relaxed her anus as if on instinct; allowing Short Fuse to slide his cock in. The sensation of both holes filled whilst suffering such pleasure triggered another orgasm, with said holes clamping down on the pair of Washouts as she hollered out once more.

“What do you know?” Short mused with a grunt. “This royal bitch’s body is pretty well trained.”

“Then what’re we waiting for?” Rolling asked in response, and both pegasi thrust up in unison.

Flurry’s vocal restraint became non-existent, her wailing moans synchronising with the rhythmic slaps of skin on skin. The two cocks rubbed against not just the tightly-hugging walls of the alicorn’s insides, but also the thin membrane separating the two. The pleasure of it threatened to overwhelm Flurry, barely holding out against another wave of orgasm as her body jostled from the rutting she received. The emblem on her chest glowed again; expanding her breasts out and up to G cups. Her milk also increased in production, with streams of lactose goodness being flung around with the bouncing of her tits. Rolling licked her lips before diving in and taking one rock-hard nipple in her mouth to sample it. Short, being unable to reach the other udder to sample, slapped Flurry’s flanks in frustration. This drove the princess to another orgasm, yet again the Washouts held firm in resisting their own.

“S-STOP! STOP IT-TAARGH!” Flurry screamed as she lost the ability to tell where one orgasm ended and another began. “I CA-AAH! I CAN’T TAKE IT!”

“Oh, I don’t think that’s true.” Lightning Dust’s voice chimed in over the sounds of sex, along with another carnal moan. Flurry didn’t need to adjust her view, with the Washouts leader flying into sight above her. She wasn’t alone. Garnet Gauntlet was up there with her; moaning like a wanton whore as the teal pegasus held onto and rutted the crystal pony in plain view of her princess. “A big strong mare like you isn’t as fragile as this bitch was, right? Surely you can hold on a bit longer?”

“L-Let her g-AAARH!” Flurry’s meagre attempt at a demand was cut short by more jostling from the cocks scraping out her pussy and anus.

“How ‘bout a reunion?” Rolling Thunder suggested, earning a smirk from Short Fuse.

The two pegasi let go over her body, but upped the intensity of their pelvic thrusting. Flurry cried out as she was held up solely by the cocks ravaging her, while the duo fluttered up slowly to ensure they didn’t drop the helpless victim by accident. Soon the upside-down features of Garnet’s blushing face hung in-front of Flurry’s bouncing head. As if the insults, rape, and pleasure weren’t enough daggers to Flurry’s resilience, the sight of one of her subjects so thoroughly drenched in pleasure was yet another nail in the coffin. Whether it would be the final one was yet to be determined, but the alicorn could feel another large surge of orgasm about to break over her.

“P-PLEASE! AGH! MNF! E-ENOUGH! LET-TAAAH! LET ME GO! I-HNGH! I DON’T WANT THIS!”

“Tough shit, princess!” Short Fuse shouted as he increased the pace with which he pounded her backdoor. Rolling Thunder felt this through the membrane separating Flurry’s vagina and anus and swiftly matched his speed. Flurry’s body, particularly her milk-spraying breasts, bounced even more violently. Amidst the near-all consuming pleasure, the fear of falling off to her embarrassing end entered the princess’ thoughts. Though that was very quickly pushed aside as the wave of ecstasy rose over her mind; ready to slam into her again.

“NO! AH! G-HAH! MNF! I… I-ARGH! I, I CAN’T! CAN’T STOP-AH! HNGH! C-CUMMING. I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING! CUMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!”

Flurry couldn’t stop herself from triggering the Royal Canterlot Voice with her orgasmic screams as she suffered another thunderous climax. Her insides clamped down with such force that Rolling Thunder and Short Fuse couldn’t hold on anymore either. Within seconds, the two Washouts hilted within the princess as deep as they could before cumming themselves. A torrent of sperm shot out their schlongs and into the alicorn; Rolling’s adding to the spunk that lingered from Short’s turn in her pussy, while the stallion painted the insides of her digestive tract white with jizz.

The trio falter in the air for a second before the Washouts fight through their refractory periods to land their captive. Flurry was so absorbed in twitching through her ongoing orgasm that she failed to register the gleeful cry above her. As Rolling and Short pulled out of her, their foal batter spilling out of the exhausted princess’ holes, Lightning Dust landed and did the same with Garnet; the crystal pony soldier collapsing with semen staining her crotch and thighs. After jerking off the last dregs of cum onto the panting mare, Lightning turned to bask in the suddening, panting mess that was supposed to be the leader of the Crystal Empire. Flurry’s eyes weren’t focusing on anything as she lay on her side; her body merely content on trying to breathe given the overwhelming stimuli assaulting it. The emblem Rolling had bestowed flashed once more, increasing those ever-lactating chest hams growing to head-sized H cups.

“Heh, looking good princess.” The leader panted with a cruel smirk. “But, given how the Empress loves them being ungodly big, how about we give your rack a bit of a boost?” A nod to her subordinates was all the direction they needed. Lightning turned to the table of toys they’d rolled in while the slaves were having their turn and grabbed two items, turning around to see Rolling and Short having brought Flurry up to a kneeling position. The princess was a mess. Her cum-stained crotch leaked the remnants of her teammates’ juices to the rocky floor along with her own femcum as her body was still visibly shaking from orgasm.

“Open wide.” Lightning asked in a sing-song voice, with Rolling helping Flurry oblige. Before rational thoughts could resurface to form a coherent response in the alicorn’s mind, the taller pegasus mare pried her mouth open as Lightning forced a bottle into it and tilted it up. Cool liquid poured down into her throat, and Flurry struggled to drink it at first. But the coolness of the drink helped contrast the burning heat that radiated throughout her body, and this encouraged her to gulp it down. It was gone before she knew it, and her vision recovered enough to see a pleased Lightning Dust holding a large bottle.

One with a familiar pink fruit label on it.

Suddenly that cool sensation the milk provided moved from her stomach to her chest, mixing with the heat and fullness from the milk to only increase those feelings. A wordless cry of pain and fear escaped Flurry’s tired throat as her breasts shuddered before violently expanding out. With their size comparable to overstuffed bean bags, Lightning reckoned the princess was now sporting P cup tits that anchored her to the floor upon which her dairy bounty spilled onto without end. No doubt Empress Talvira would be pleased with such a prize. But a voice began to grow in the Washout leaders’ mind; why should the Empress be the one to enjoy such a treat? After all she’d done for this new Equestria, the teal flier felt she’d earned a worthy reward, and none felt as worthy as an alicorn to break and call her own.

With this thought in mind, the pegasus strolled next to Flurry, knelt next to her now titanic bosom, and injected the syringe filled with black liquid into the prisoners’ bust. The bound pony barely felt the cold substance enter her system as her constant climaxing was the only thing keeping Flurry conscious at this point. Though she just managed to shake her head and come to as Lightning threw away the needle; its contents now fully inside the royal mare.

“Feeling more compliant now, princess?” Lightning asked condescendingly, grinning at the alicorn’s flushed, panting features. Flurry didn’t respond other than meeting her gaze and panting like a dog that had just run a marathon. Words escaped the noble mare as her nipples continued to let loose litre after litre of milk at a never-ending rate. “Well, just to let you know. That little injection I just gave you is going to make sure you never return to normal.” Again, Flurry barely responded. Lightning could see in her eyes that she received her mocking words, but her body was drawing too much of hr minds’ attention. So, the orchestrator of this orgy had an idea.

“Oh, poor thing. You’re just so full of milk now, aren’t you?” She stood back up now, her smugness growing by the second if that was possible. “Well, we can help you out with that. Can’t we, Washouts?”

Dark chuckles were the response from her colleagues as they approached the immobile mare. Kneeling either side of the impressive bust, Rolling Thunder and Short Fuse each took a tit in both arms and began to tightly wring the orbs of pleasure. Flurry found her voice in the form of loud, agony-filled moans as they aided in massaging the milk out of her mammaries. The two worked from the base of the breast all the way down to the faucet-like nubs. With the aphrodisiac heightening her already sensitive boobs, Flurry could do nothing but sit there and suffer. Her mouth allowed tired, pleasure-coated moans to escape as the emblem increased her bust size to a Q cup. Lightning smirked at this, as well as the sight of the three slave mares all kneeling before the spraying nipples; either catching as much dairy as they could in their mouths, or washing their coats in a milky shower.

“Are you having fun yet?” Lightning asked mockingly as she hovered over to flutter above the princess’ head. “You know, I think a thank you is in order for us helping you out with all this milk. What do you say, princess?” Flurry, her head bobbing wearily from the pleasure assaulting her senses while simultaneously keeping her conscious, was beyond speaking at this point. She was fighting to keep any air in her lungs, and most of that air was wasted on pleasure-filled panting. Still, she managed to meet Lightning Dust’s gaze and give a pitiful shake of her head. Flurry’s defiance brought the leaders’ anger back to the surface, her fists balling up in rage.

“Whoa, Lightning. Calm down.” Rolling Thunder spoke up, noticing her teammates’ building fury. “I reckon I’ve got an idea to bring this little sheila in line.” With that, the tall pegasus mare stopped her milking of Flurry’s now R cup breast and walked around to its front; shooing away the slaves as she did so. Braving the deluge of milk, Rolling struggled to line up her pseudo-cock with all the milk Flurry was producing, but managed to find her target.

With one almighty thrust, her fake dick pushed against the flow of milk, and into Flurry Heart’s nipple.

Flurry’s eyes went wide as she threw her head back and released a wordless scream. Where as the previous ones had been a mixture of pleasure and pain, this one was entirely the latter. A stinging behind her eyes informed the alicorn tears were on the way, as her gasped in pain from the cock now blocking her milk’s escape path.

“Oh, now that’s one heck of an idea.” Lightning remarked with a malicious glee, watching Flurry’s suffering up close as even these feelings of torment were starting to shift to pleasure for the princess. “Hey, Short? Fancy a nipple fuck?”

The shorter stallion grinned, and flew over to the alicorn’s unattended nipple. Unlike Rolling, who took time to line up her entry into nipple fucking, Short Fuse kept jabbing at the slippery surface of Flurry’s bosom until the flared head of his cock found the leaking milk duct of the nipple. Utilising his anger for strength, Short forced his way inside the hole. This resulted in another scream from the captive; her head swaying about in pain as her feminine nectar gushed out of her marehood. The two Washouts assaulting her gushing boulders of flesh soon worked themselves into a harsh rhythm; fighting not to get shot out of the nipple with each back swing of their hips, and making sure to punish the rebellious breast with each inward thrust. Flurry was beyond words, just aimlessly making loud, pained moans that still retained hints of pleasure within.

“How ‘bout a drink, your highness?”

Lightning’s contemptuous question was all the warning Flurry got before the pegasus sat upon her bosom; her fake stallionhood slapping the alicorn in the face and leaving a dollop of pre on her cheek. The pressure on Flurry’s boobs in terms of milk production was only increased by Lightning’s weight sitting on them, though the aphrodisiac, the other Washouts, and Lightning herself didn’t give the princess much time to dwell on that. The leader grabbed a fistful of Flurry’s lavender and blue mane before ramming her cock into the alicorn’s mouth. The captive was having trouble breathing from the two stooges currently inside her breasts, as well as the lustful substance heating up her body. Adding another cock in her mouth was making the difficult task even harder, and Flurry began to genuinely fear for her life as Lightning roughly slid the pony’s head up and down her shaft.

“Ah, fuck! That’s it!” Lightning Dust panted, her sense of dominance over an alicorn feeding her ego and giving her sexual tunnel vision. “This is who you really are; a slut! Nothing more than a fancy cum dumpster! Isn’t that right, ladies?” Though most of her vision was a violent mess zooming in and out of the teal pegasus’ pelvic region, a quick glance to either side revealed Scootaloo and Windy Whistles had crawled over to the princess’ rope-bound body. Without prompting, they pressed their own bosoms, still drenched in her milk, into Flurry’s sides, with a third pair of breasts pressing into her trapped wings could only mean Garnet Gauntlet was assisting in this perverted cleaning session.

“Hngh! A-Oh shit!” The exclamation caught Lightning by surprise and she paused, Flurry thanking Princess Celestia for the break, to see Short Fuse had been forced out of the noble mares’ nipple with a powerful blast of milk. Rolling Thunder was soon to follow; Flurry’s muffled moaning around Lightning’s cock a clear sign she was feeling relief at her milk being able to escape, as the emblem’s magic upped her breasts again to S cup boulders of flesh.

“It’s just too much milk.” Rolling stated as she stood and moved out of the nipple’s line of fire. “So much for creaming her tits then.”

“…Maybe not.” Lightning answered after a moment of pause. “Hold up a second.” The Washouts’ leader pulled out of the alicorn’s mouth, allowing Flurry the chance to take deep breaths before gasps of pleasure robbed her of that air again. Lightning quickly flew to the table with all their potions and toys, grabbing two small vials of an orange liquid before returning to hover before her prisoner. “Okay princess. If you don’t want these three getting shocked,” she nodded to the slaves using their bodies to rub her milk all over her, “then you’ll be a good little girl and swallow.”

Knowing to resist would be condemning the other three mares, and that she would get shocked as well given their proximity, Flurry weakly nodded before Lightning held her mouth open and poured the orange potion down her throat. Flurry swallowed; the substance resembling honey in terms of texture, but milk in terms of taste. As it slid down her throat, she could already feel the tingling of change surging through her body, even over the intense, seemingly never-ending pleasure the aphrodisiac was providing. It shot past the hyperactive milk glands towards their exit point, and the magic started taking hold. In front of her, Rolling Thunder and Short Fuse witnessed the changes first hand. The faucet-like nipples grew long, to the point they matched even Rollings’ long arm in length, while also being thicker than her toned thighs. The next change was the nipples repositioning a little way higher on the areola before a fresh set of pussy lips appeared beneath; the logs of flesh above acting as milk-spewing clitoris.’

“Now we’re talking!” Rolling exclaimed with a smirk. Flying up, she wrapped her arms around the pumping nipple and fought to bend it downwards. The effort was mirrored by Short on the opposite breast, and Flurry’s uncomfortable cries were the reward. The octaves would only climb, however, when the Washouts succeeded in their task.

The task of pushing the thick nipples into the slit just below them.

“HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGHHHHH!” Flurry roared in a high-pitched scream. With how far Rolling Thunder and Short Fuse were able to push the nubs into the tit pussies, and the pressure of the milk shooting out of them, the two new hymens stood no chance. The pair of pegasi knew their goal was achieved with trickles of blood joining the streams of milk escaping the newly-broken in cunts. Flurry just shook her head in pain, her eyes wide and tearful as the pain and pleasure fought for which would torment her mind more. The duo weren’t done yet however; each taking one of Scootaloo and Windy Whistles and railing the pregnant ponies into her sides. Garnet, meanwhile, had stopped rubbing herself against the princess’ back and squeezed her head between Flurry’s legs. In an instant, what could only have been the crystal pony’s tongue was suddenly lapping up the veritable flood of feminine juices leaking from the royal snatch.

“Shut up and cum, slut!” Lightning Dust shouted with a cruel smile, grabbing a fistful of the alicorn’s mane and returning her mouth to its job pleasuring the pegasus’ pseudo-cock. The orchestrator built her pace, allowing her teammates to catch up.

The Washouts soon synchronised their thrusts; working as a team to bring their prisoners ecstasy beyond belief. Flurry had long lost the ability to tell how long they’d been assaulting her. Everything seemed to be assaulting the alicorn. The aphrodisiac heating up her body. The two pegasi moaning loudly either side of her. One of her crystal ponies eating her out. The sadistic mare fucking her face and, worst of all, the state of her overburdened breasts pouring litre after litre, gallon after gallon, of milk back into themselves. At a point, it grew too much to bear, and a third giant wave of orgasm arched over her mind; ready to break upon her.

“MMNF! MMNNMMFF! M-MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!”

Flurry’s climax came in a flood, in more ways than one. Beneath her, Garnet Gauntlet’s face was soaked from the spray of femcum the princess’ pussy unleashed. Likewise, her hose-like nipples shot an amount of milk so powerfully that they were pushed back out of the slits on her areola. The milk responsible surged out of both the nipple itself, and the now open pussy; the release from such a event only added to the orgasm Flurry suffered as her eyes rolled up. It wasn’t long before all three Washouts joined her in reaching the crescendo; Rolling Thunder and Short Fuse giving the pregnant prisoners creampies, while Lightning Dust violently humped the alicorn’s features before hilting and cumming. Her hot seed was shot down Flurry’s throat rope by rope, with the smell and taste adding to the carnal suffusion upon her senses.

“Whew, that felt good.” Short stated, wiping sweat from his brow before looking at the tearful, tortured expression on Flurry Heart’s face as Lightning pulled out of her mouth and decorated the princess’ face with a few more shots of semen. “But, uh… How’re we gonna move her out of the cave? We haven’t got anymore teleportation markers to get away quick.”

“Huff… Huff... W-Wait.” Lightning panted, fighting her refractory period to answer and continue the orgy.

Without a word, she slowly fluttered over to the table of toys and grabbed another needle. This one contained a liquid coloured not unlike her teal coat, and Lightning took a moment to steady herself before injecting it into the alicorn’s back. Flurry made a groan that soon morphed into a moan, then gasps of pain. Muscles shifted and rearranged themselves upon her back beneath her white coat before the princess felt a sharp jolt. Six of them, to be precise. Bumps beneath the skin began forcing themselves up, straining and then eventually breaking the ropes binding the alabaster prisoner. With a cry of pain and ecstasy combined, Flurry arched her back as six new wings emerged to go along with her original pair. All eight feathery limbs were the same size running down her back, and gave the alicorn the contrasting appearance of an angel from behind, yet a cow from the front.

“Uh, Lightning? I don’t reckon that’ll help… Lightning?” Rolling Thunder’s question went unanswered as Lightning Dust was lost taking in the scope of what she’d done. There was no remorse for this corruption of flesh, however. Only superiority and excitement.

“Ah, leave her.” Short Fuse answered his colleague with a wave of his hand. “Lightning’s in a trance. Probably won’t stop ‘til the princess’s wrecked. Come on,” He fluttered over to the table to grab a pair of leashes; tossing one to Rolling while attaching his own to the storm cloud collar around Scootaloo’s neck. “Let’s have more fun with these two. Not everyday you get to fuck Spectrum Blast’s harem.”

“Too right.” The taller pegasus replied, attaching her leash to Windy’s collar. The pair then led their pregnant ponies out through the tunnel to another cavern of their secret base, leaving Lightning Dust and Garnet Gauntlet alone with the near delirious Flurry Heart.

“…So beautiful…” Lightning said almost reverently, taking flight to hover above Flurry’s cleavage and cupping her cum-stained face to get a better look at her. The alicorn was in a daze, telling the leader of the Washouts it wouldn’t take much more to break her. “You know what? Screw Empress Talvira. I’m keeping you for myself. Just need to make sure you know you belong to me.”

Wordlessly, Lightning Dust held out her hand for Garnet to give her two more vials; one with red fluid, and another with orange. Without delay, the pegasus pulled the corks and poured both potions down the princess’ throat. The changes barely elicited a whimper from Flurry, so exhausted from the orgy was she. The familiar tingling fought through the aphrodisiac to reach both her nipples and flanks. Unable to tell, she felt as if the milk production suddenly quadrupled; assaulting her tortured mind further. Her thighs and buttocks, however, began to swell. Soon the gap between those ivory thighs was gone, with more skin now able to catch the nectar continuously gushing from her honeypot. Those upper legs now looked plush and thick enough to compare to a pony’s head.

Lightning Dust peaked down at those jiggly orbs of fat on her prisoners’ rear and grinned like a predatory cat. A flash from Flurry’s collarbone reminded all present of the sexual emblem’s presence, followed by her breasts also going up a size to T cups; big enough to rival large boulders in size and raise the prisoner to a bent-over standing position. Flying around to the alicorn’s front, she witnessed there were now four large nipples spewing out milk, arranged in an X formation around the milk-stained slits adorning the areolas’ centre.

“Garnet. Help me plug her back up.” Lightning ordered. “These jugs aren’t full yet.”

“Yes Mistress.” The crystal pony soldier droned, walking around to join the Washout in her task. One by one, the lactose-spraying logs of flesh were pushed into the cunts in the centre, the faucets being held in by the tight vaginal walls overstimulated by the aphrodisiac still plaguing Flurry. The pleasure and pressure both built beyond what a mortal pony should be able to take, and the alicorn’s mind was beginning to fray from the never-ending sensations attacking her sanity. After a few slip-ups, Lightning moved back to take in the gloriously perverted sight of all four nipples on each breast now pumping plentiful amounts of milk into the boob pussies.

“Hold them in.” Lightning ordered, flapping back around to Flurry’s side of her bust with one hand on her raging hard-on. “It’s finally my turn to rut her.”

Garnet nodded and punched her fists into the ground up to her elbows. When she pulled them back out, large gem-covered gloves of her namesake were attached, and she used these to physically hold the nipples to prevent them sliding back out again. Lightning, meanwhile, landed behind the princess and only now notices another change. The emblem must have altered more than her boobs, for the princess’ left arm was now converted into a wing like those on her back. The Washout, too horny to care, shrugged and leaned in close to Flurry’s back; one hand aligning her cock with the sopping pussy on display, while the other caressed the sensitive feathers on one of the eight wingboners to earn the desired response. Flurry was actively gasping for air, and Lightning had fucked enough bitches to know when they sounded eager. Even if there was any sanity left in her mind, her body was beginning to accept what was happening, and the former would soon follow once she was done.

“Ready or not, slut, it’s time for you to fall.”

With that, Lightning Dust stood back up, spread Flurry Hearts’ malleable ass cheeks, and plunged her living strap-on into the noble mares’ vagina.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Flurry cried out, more on instinct than anything else at this point, as Lightning worked herself into a rhythm. At first, she took her time, the severity with which the princess’ pussy was clamping down surprising the Washout. But as the length kept hammering away at those well-lubricated insides, the pace intensified. Lightning released her hold on Flurry’s hips only to deliver an echoing slap to those gelatinous cheeks. Another scream was coaxed out of the alicorn as the pegasus rapist took hold of both arms and rutted her faster.

To Lightning, nothing outside of this cavern mattered. Equestria could have exploded for all she cared. If she had this fine piece of ass to sexually dominate, she would be a content mare. Flurry, meanwhile, was beginning to unravel. On the shrinking island of sanity in her mind, with another oncoming tidal wave of lust to finally drown her, the last vestiges of her mind reached out. She saw the pink star of hope, the one she had mistakenly thought was her mother, but instead was Flurry herself, flicker. But, before the tide of excess swept over her, another light emerged; one that gave pause to the assault on her mind such was the shock Flurry experienced seeing it. It flickered right next to her own light, shining with all the colours of the rainbow. Despite being physically, mentally, and emotionally spent, Flurry knew what, or whom, it meant in an instant, and that gave her hope.

…Zap…?

The next moment, Flurry’s world lurched as she was forced back to reality. She felt release, but not the kind from an orgasm as she had suffered. No, something had unclogged her flow of milk, for the eight nipples were now back out of her nipple slits and spraying dairy onto the ground. Another sensation to change was that of her original pussy. Namely, the fact it was no longer occupied.

“Flurry?! Flurry Heart!?! Can ya hear me?!” A familiar voice called her name, and Flurry had to shake her head before looking weakly to her left to see…

“…Zap…?”

Sure enough, her chromatically-maned special somepony stood right beside her; her face full of tears of both sorrow and relief. Unable to control herself, the Apple flier closed in and embraced her lover tightly, not caring if the semen staining Flurry’s face smeared onto her own. Zap shuddered as she fought to control her roiling emotions, and looked over to glare at the bitch that dared do this to Flurry Heart.

Lightning Dust meanwhile, was staring with eyes wide in panic at the furious features of Spectrum Blast. Though it was a split second between her rutting the prisoner and being pinned to the wall with a claw around her throat, Lightning could now only hope she could talk her way out of this. Given the animosity in those maroon eyes and the blood stains on those claws, however, it was more likely her life was now measured in seconds.

“M-Ma’am…” Lightning gasped, her hands grasping at the talons choking her. “I-I can expl-” Spectrum wasn’t willing to listen. She flapped backwards before slamming the smaller pegasus into the wall again; robbing the Washout of any air in her lungs as the fastest flier in Equestria leered down at her rebellious subordinate.

“Remember what my words were last night, Lightning?” The harpy mare asked, her tone dripping with anger. “Anyone that laid a hand on them would be my cock’s next meal…” Spectrum let the sentence drift off, drinking in the terror on Lightning Dust’s face as she looked upon it for what she hoped would be the last time. The pegasus’ gaze rapidly jumped back and forth between the eyes of the governess, and the now erect, tree trunk-width phallus now standing erect between them. “And unfortunately for you, it’s dinner time.”

“Ma’am, wait-” Lightning’s cry was all the mare would be able to get out before the urethra of Spectrum’s flared cock opened and clamped back down on the pony; encompassing her entire upper half in one “bite.” Spectrum stepped back from the wall, letting her cock stand upright to help the process. Lightning’s legs kicked frantically, but the urethra undulated like an oesophagus swallowing the Washout leader whole. The outline of the rebellious mare could be seen beneath the skin of the cock, her form wriggling despite being tightly enclosed. In a matter of minutes, the vored mare was now trapped within Spectrum Blast’s ballsack, with lumps pressing desperately from within. A hum escaped the harpy as, internally, the sperm that surrounded Lightning was seeping into her body. Turning her flesh into semen. The bulges frantically picked up the pace for but a moment before dying down once and for all.

Not wanting anything to do with the mare she’d once seen as a rival, Spectrum used her wings to begin jerking off her huge fuck stick. Aiming at the wall, she poured as much hate into this wank session as she could, imagining everything she would’ve done to the treacherous pony had she not already agreed to reform. Was taking revenge like this what a reforming pony would do? No, but this arrogant bitch had gone against her orders, and harmed the lover of her daughter. In Spectrum’s eyes, that was a worthy reason to end the mares’ life. In an exclamation of anger, the harpy came. The sperm that had once been Lightning Dust shot back out of the dick at high speed before splattering lifelessly against the cavern wall. Spectrum watched the milky substance stain and drip down the rockface contemptuously before spitting in that direction.

“Good riddance.” She muttered angrily, before a bright pink light filled the entire cavern. Spectrum shielded her eyes with a wing until the light faded away.

Zap lowered her arm, hoping to see the changes inflicted upon Flurry’s body reverted. Surely, with that special gem that looked and was shaped like Pinkie Pie’s head, it would be enough. Her hopes were dashed, however. The only noticeable changes were the removal of the large pussy slits upon Flurry’s tits, as well as a slight decrease to her milk production and bust size; now back to S cups.

“F-Flurry?” She asked, her fears escalating like they had when she first discovered Flurry’s disappearance. “W-Why? Why didn’t that work?! Ah thought Pinkie said these’d be stronger than th’ normal gems.”

“Huff, th… they are…” Flurry panted, regaining some measure of her wits following the flash. While externally the changes were minimal, inside her body the alicorn noticed one difference right away; her heat was gone. “L-Lightning… injected a… an aphrodi… disiac… The gem… got rid of it…” Zap didn’t dare interrupt, but it pained her seeing the brave mare she’d fallen for still corrupted like this. She looked uncertainly around, seeing her mother kneeling near the entrance over the unconscious, pregnant pegasi Vapour Trail had brought into the chamber. Spectrum looked emotional at the sight of these two like this; an expression Zap imagine was plastered across her own features. Taking another glance at the massive alabaster chest boulders, the orange mother-to-be refused to accept this. She dug into her bag and pulled out the last two normal reformation gems before pressing them both into the side of Flurry’s tit.

Another flash flared out in the cave, this one a brighter white than Pinkie’s gem. When the light dimmed, there more visible results this time. Flurry’s nipples no longer extended out like long logs of flesh; instead reverting to the milk-spewing nubs they were before. The emblem drawn onto her collarbone was erased, and the alicorn’s flanks were returned to their original thickness. Finally, Flurry’s left arm lost its feathers and changed back into an ordinary arm. But this still left the princess with eight wings and milk-filled S-cup breasts with four nipples crowning each areola.

“Consarn it!” Zap swore, desperately fumbling through her bag until she pulled out the second Pinkie gem. She hesitated for a second, her desires to see her lover fully restored insisting she use it.

“Zap… don’t.” Looking back up, she saw Flurry wearily looking at her. Though exhaustion was the dominant expression on her features, the princess held her marefriend’s gaze as firmly as she could. Y-Your mom…” A white hand pointed at the harpy mare and Zap immediately understood. She couldn’t use the gem on Flurry. If she did, there’d be nothing left to restore her mother. Zap fought back the stinging behind her eyes as she pocketed the gem to take one of Flurry’s hands in her own.

“Ah’m so sorry it took us so long t’ find ya, Sugarcube.” She said, a small smile finally emerging on the pegasus’ face as one hand rose to cup Flurry’s cheek. The overly-buxom alicorn tiredly leaned into it, humming softly. It filled the flier with unabashed joy that they were reunited, even in this state; one of them heavily modified, the other heavily pregnant. It was then that Zap noticed the black ring at the base of her horn, no doubt placed there to block her magic. “Hold on, Flurry. Let me get that for ya.” Letting go of her hands for a moment, Zap reached up and gently pulled the ring off, throwing it off into the distance.

“T-Thank you…” Flurry sighed, relief flooding her tired mind as she felt the connection to her wellspring of magic restored. Her horn was encompassed in a golden glow, a similar aura surrounding her sword on Zap’s hip. It levitated for a few seconds before the aura vanished and the Element-encrusted weapon clattered to the ground.

“Don’t worry, Sugarcube.” Zap stated, bending down as quickly and carefully as her swollen womb would allow. Ah got it.” It turned out reaching down while pregnant was harder than the Apple thought. In the end, she had to take flight to be horizontal so she could easily reclaim the sword, then righted herself to hand the weapon back to its owner. Flurry’s arm stretched out and took the sword shakily, Zap realising the depths of her beloved’s fatigue with each passing moment.

“Hey, uhm…” Both turned around to see Spectrum Blast standing before them almost sheepishly; one winged arm awkwardly holding the back of her head like a filly or colt caught doing something embarrassing, the other holding her hard-on to the side so it wasn’t looming over Flurry and Zap. Behind her, Vapour Trail watched with a small smile as she laid Garnet Gauntlet down next to Scootaloo and Windy Whistles. “Princess, I… I just wanna, you know… say… sorry, for everything.” It was clear the harpy pony was out of practise apologising, yet both Flurry and Zap could see the sincerity behind her words.

“Apology… forgiven…” Flurry mumbled, fighting to stay awake now the aphrodisiac wasn’t keeping the exhaustion away. Zap pulled the Pinkie gem out once more, gave her mother a hug, and then pressed the gem to Spectrum Blast’s forehead.

The bright pink flash filled the cavern, with a smaller blue light shooting out the tunnel, out of the caves entirely and through the Rainbow Falls under which the Washouts secret base rested into the sky. It arched up and zoomed towards the pink-hued dome of Cloudsdale. Piercing the cloudy barricade with ease, the light hovered to the centre of the town before unleashing a shockwave of pure harmonic magic. The powerful blast blew away the dome entrapping the town, as well as the canopy of corruptive pink clouds surrounding Cloudsdale for kilometres around. With the skies clear, and the clouds with which the town was built from shifting from pink to a purer white hue, the blue light then shot back down from whence it came. Back to Rainbow Falls, into the caverns, before joining its brethren in merging with Flurry Heart’s sword. As it did, Flurry’s breasts shrank a little more, but none really noticed, as those gathered witnessed a red gem cut in the shape of a lightning bolt.

“The Element of Loyalty.” Breathed Rainbow Dash, instantly recognising her Element of Harmony. Realising she wasn’t seeing her old Element from as high a vantage point, the newly-reformed mare gave her form a once over. Her mane and tail had returned to just being hair instead of coloured feathers, and her hands had re-emerged on her wing arms. Said arms remained feathered, however, and the former Wonderbolt also retained her avian claws and an albeit smaller penis and ballsack. Finally, the glowing pink emblem of corruption over her cutie mark was gone; a symbol of her freedom from Talvira’s control.

“AHNG!” The loud exclamation caught everyone off-guard. Rainbow looked up to see Zap crouched over, hands clutching at her bloated stomach. She dashed to her daughters’ side and was about to ask what was wrong when she smelled it. It was a scent the blue mare had experienced all too often in her time as Spectrum Blast, and a glance down to the orange mares’ crotch confirmed her suspicions. Her Wonderbolt uniform was stained in-front of her pussy, and her rounded tummy trembled.

Zap was going into labour.

“Z-Zap…?” Flurry weakly called out, trying to reach out with the arm holding her sword, but her body didn’t respond. The orgy she’d endured had finally caught up with the alicorn, and she was fighting a losing battle not to close her eyes. With Rainbow Dash’s voice fading into echoing mumbles as she and Vapour Trail set Zap down out of her line of sight, Flurry’s eyelids fell shut and unconsciousness claimed her instantly.

Author's Note

Flurry Heart Stats:
Purity: 4/4
Will: -3*
Strength: +5*
Defence: +4*
Speed: -1*
Magic: +5*
Items:
Dream Amulet: Automatically pass Will Checks in regards to dreams
Crystal Sword: +1 to Strength
- Element of Honesty: +1 to Strength
- Element of Laughter: Can reroll one Will Check per chapter
- Element of Generosity: +1 to Defence
- Element of Magic: +1 to Magic
- Element of Loyalty: +1 to Speed
Dream Amulet: Automatically pass Will Checks in regards to dreams
Corruptions:
Expanded Breasts (R cup): -13 on Speed Checks
Lactation (2/3): Disadvantage on Will Checks
Multiple Wings (8 total): +6 on Speed Checks, but -6 on Will Checks
Multiple Nipples: -1 on Will Checks, and Disadvantage on all rolls

Zap Apple Stats:
Purity: 4/4
Will: +4*
Strength: +5*
Defence: +2*
Speed: +6*
Magic: +1
Items:
Dream Amulet: Automatically pass Will Checks in regards to dreams
Flying Goggles: Advantage on Speed Checks
Wonderbolt Uniform: +2 to Speed Checks and +1 to Defence Checks
Steel Bat: +1 to Strength Checks
Crystal Short Sword: +1 to Strength Checks
Teleportation Crystals x2
Rations x6
Corruptions:
Inflated Belly: Disadvantage on Speed Checks
Impregnated Womb: Disadvantage on Will Checks, will trigger in one chapter

Permanent Corruption Status:
Flurry Heart: Expanded Breasts (H), Lactation (1/3), Multiple Wings (6), Multiple Nipples

IT'S FINALLY DONE!
All parts of Chapter 25 are finally done! I once again apologise for taking so long, but between the surgery earlier this year, holidays, and now getting back to work, it's been a grind trying to get through this chapter. But I forced myself to push through, partly because you guys have been beyond patient with this story, but also because I'll be attempting NNN this year, and I don't want to tempt myself when writing a chapter full of sex scenes. The next one won't have anything too lewd, though, so I should still be able to work on that one.

And now, for the first time in literally just over a year, we have a vote! These two options are more for setting up the upcoming Meanwhile a few chapters from now, with the first option relating to Lyra, and the second to Cozy Glow.

Extra 1 (choose up to two):
Stay at home with Bonbon
Explore Canterlot while shopping
Visit Talvira at the Castle
Hatch a plan to escape Canterlot
Extra 2:
Stick to the plan
Rally Canterlot's citizens to the cause

While we're all aware I'm terrible at sticking to timeline, I'm going to set myself the goal of getting Chapter 26 out before at the very latest the end of the year. But given how I'm in a writing mood, and we're about to enter the home stretch of the Canterlot Arc, hopefully I'll have enough momentum to get it out relatively soon.

Again, thank you for your patience, I hope you've enjoyed the chapter, and the story thus far, and, as always, happy voting!