“And this is why I need you, Trixie. Did you get all of that?” Twilight swiveled around on a chair. The blackboard behind was full of sketches and diagrams describing the process of alicorn ascension in elaborate detail.
Trixie tilted her head. “...No! Trixie still doesn’t get why she, of all ponies, is ‘destined’ to help you out with your ‘alicorn ascension problems’, Sparkle! Trixie doesn’t even get what that’s supposed to mean!”
Twilight let out a sigh and rubbed her temples. “Oookay... Let me think...”
Trixie tapped a hoof onto the floor, her hands at her hips. That alone was already enough to result in a cartoonish wobbling motion of her rack. Twilight’s gaze instinctively drifted towards her cleavage. The showmare’s outfit put a lot of emphasis on her impressive breasts, contrasting them with her slim waist and well-developed thighs. There was no doubt that it helped to attract an audience.
The alicorn shestud felt her shaft stir within her sheath, threatening to emerge yet again. She’d already jerked off not once, not twice, but thrice today, and that was in addition to sex with Trixie. The sheer output of her bloated spunk-factories had reached levels that could only be described as obscene, obnoxious, and messy.
“Alright. Let me put this in very, very simple terms, Trixie. None of the stuff about alicorn physiology and metabolisms, alright?”
Trixie cocked a brow.
As much as Twilight tried to focus on the task at hand, she could already feel her cock stir again, threatening to stiffen. It was difficult to prevent with Trixie—a mare with more cleavage than wits—in the same room, really! As Twilight resumed her little lecture her shaft slid from her sheath, and a few wads of precum dribbled from its flare.
“So. Rarity and Fluttershy are in Canterlot. Rainbow Dash won’t do it, and Pinkie Pie... Pinkie Pie isn’t quite cut out for it, and she has her pastry shop to take care of. Applejack has the farm. So... that leaves you, Trixie. The great Trixie to ah, ‘help me out’ with my little issue until I figure out a better long-term solution or my body adjusts. Besides, you are a unicorn, and some knowledge of magic, will come in very handy. Especially some of your skills, such as making things disappear, teleportation spells, etc.” Twilight smiled. “So... Alright, what do you say?”
The showmare just rolled her eyes. “You’re still talking nonsense, Sparkle! ‘Help you out’? Doing what exactly? All you’re telling Trixie is how important it is, how she’s the only mare cut out for the role, and uh... Trixie doesn’t get what you actually need her to do!” She tapped her hoof onto the floor again, and puffed up her cheeks. “Either Sparkle starts speaking plainly, or the grrreat Trixie will shock and awe her by vanishing in front of her eyes!”
Twilight blinked, continuing to ignore her steadily stiffening horsecock. She’d resorted to wearing long skirts, but even those didn’t manage to hide its outline.
“Oh! Oh!” So that was the issue. Twilight rubbed her temples. She shouldn’t have beaten around the bush so much. “Sorry, Trixie, I thought that was—” She’d wanted to say ‘obvious’, but decided against it in the last moment. “—I thought I’d told you before, that’s all!” Twilight grinned awkwardly. Her cock throbbed.
“Well! You haven’t. Now go on. Sate Trixie’s curiosity, and tell her which sort of truly important task you need assistance with!” Trixie retorted, and cocked a brow as Twilight’s stiffening cock began to lift the fabric of her skirt. “...Hah~ Again, Sparkle? And here Trixie thought she’d drained your balls a few hours ago!” The showmare licked her lips.
“Aaand, well... Good that you mention it, since that’s ah, exactly what I need your help with, Trixie!”
Trixie’s stare made it clear that she did not believe a single word of that. “...What? THIS is your important task? Sex?”
Twilight flushed. “Trixie! I mean it! This isn’t a joke!”
And it really wasn’t. Her cock had stiffened to the point it was half-hard, extending from her crotch by a good two feet and already pumping out thick, slimy wads of preseed. Each bead splattered to the floor. Twilight’s right hand was at the base of her shaft, squeezing it a little. She hadn’t even noticed that she’d put it there, but then again... ‘chronic masturbation’ had been an issue for Twilight lately, and it would continue to be one until her alicorn metabolism finally readjusted.
The showmare’s incredulous look turned into roaring laughter. “Bwahahahahahaha! Wait, you’re serious? Hahahahah~!”
Trixie fluffed up her mane, smirking to herself. “However! The great Trixie is nothing if not understanding and generous! She ah...” Trixie stared at Twilight’s twitching, insatiable cock with a thirsty, greedy look. She smacked her lips. “...She is considering Sparkle’s offer! Of course, Trixie expects—”
“Yes, of course you will be paid.” Twilight waved a hand. The one which wasn’t squeezing, stroking her shaft. “Also, you will get to live with me in the library here. And once we’re done I can show you a few ah, magical tricks or spells. How does that sound?”
“It’s not like the great Trixie needs lessons from you, but she would like that! She accepts!”
Trixie was staring at the stiffening beast of a horsecock that twitched between the two. That veiny, cum-pumping monster-dick looked like it was just made to be sandwiched between her breasts, and to be drained of its loads over and over. Yes! She’d have Sparkle begging her for blowjobs and titjobs soon enough! She might not be able to defeat her in a battle of magic, but soon enough she’d have the purple nerd wrapped around her little finger.
All it’d take is a few more titjobs and Trixie would know just how to make Twilight squirm, and then she’d be putty in her hands and do anything just for another of the great Trixie’s amazing blowjobs!
Twilight stared at Trixie, who was busy rubbing her hands.
“Well... That’s not all there is to it, Trixie.”
The showmare blinked as she went over the conversation. “Huh...? Oh! You never told Trixie why her magic would come in handy. Surely that wasn’t just a lie to get Trixie to agree, since Sparkle craves sex with the great Trixie like nothing else?”
Trixie’s smug smirk was met with a frown. “No! It’s just that, ah... it can get a little messy, and cleaning up after me is also part of it. It’s a lot easier when you’re a unicorn, that’s all.”
“Hrmp! Whatever you say, Sparkle~! Trixie is suuure that that’s all there is to it. She agrees! The grrreat Trixie is more than capable of handling such silly tasks with no issues whatsoever!”
Her gaze returned to Twilight’s shuddering, precum-pumping slab of a horsecock. It was fully hard. Seeing Trixie’s heaving, wobbling breasts had been more than enough, and Trixie had to admit that yes, Twilight’s dick just didn’t want to get out of her head. Even now the potent, virile stench of the alicorn’s package flooded her flaring nostrils. Precum splattered to the floor in increasing quantities, those balls looked bloated.
“Now... It’s about time the great Trixie gets to work and drains Sparkle’s heavy, swollen nuts of their load. They look so, so heavy. So full. Wouldn’t you like that, Sparkle?”
Twilight groaned. “Hnrgfff... Y-yes please, my output and libido have gotten so much worse lately... Thank you, Trixie... Haaah, I knew I could count on you...”
The showmare tossed her cape to the side, dropped to a low, spread-legged squat in front of Twilight’s towering, virile dick, and got to work.
On the first day Trixie loved every second of her job.
On the second day Twilight had to set up noise suppression fields to prevent half of Ponyville hearing Trixie’s shameless moans, or the loud, obscene sound of her massive balls battering against Trixie’s ass over and over.
On the third day Trixie found herself smuggling several trashbag-sized, cum-swollen condoms out of the library to dispose of them, only to discover that Twilight had filled another one while she’d been out.
On the fourth day Twilight implemented a rigorous schedule, the kind with ‘scheduled draining times’, according to which Trixie would have to show up every two hours to help empty Twilight’s balls. The shestallion’s productivity hadn’t exactly decreased, after all!
On the fifth day it became more than obvious that even with bihourly ‘draining times’, Twilight had clogged the shower drain yet again, and drenched towel after towel in her copious, virile spunk. They’d ran out of condoms. Again. Trixie had walked in on Twilight masturbating, and had promptly been hosed down with a torrent of alicorn semen.
By the sixth day Trixie almost began to relish the times when all she had to do was get on her knees and suck Twilight off. Guzzling Twilight’s thick, potent semen for breakfast, supper, and dinner wasn’t nearly as bad as cleaning up the stray ropes of smelly semen that dangled from the walls or ceiling! Or—even worse—having to mop up the floor after Twilight’s cumshots caused another condom to pop, and flooded a room with an inch thick layer of jizz. Ugh! Trixie shuddered at the thought of that happening again.
On the seventh day Twilight reduced the interval from ‘once every two hours’ to ‘hourly’, Trixie had huffed and complained a little, and had then gone back to her duties as Twilight’s cumdump.
A few more days passed. Bloated, swollen condoms began to pile up as Trixie struggled to juggle the tasks of disposing them and of keeping Twilight’s nuts as empty as possible. It was exhausting. Demanding. She wasn’t sure what she had expected from this, but at this point the steady, relentless gurgling of Twilight’s nuts primarily meant ‘more work’. No matter how hooked she was to the purple, petite nerd’s jizz howitzer of a horsecock, every mare would grow exhausted after giving the sixth blowjob a day, only to realise that they still had to mop up semen-puddles throughout the entire building!
Ugh. Stupid Twilight and her... stupid, fat dick.
And then, a few days later, Trixie had finally decided that she had had enough.
This had all gone horribly wrong! She’d wanted to tame Twilight Sparkle, not end up as her maid! Twilight should have been putty in her hands by now! Twilight was supposed to beg her for blowjobs, and fulfill all of Trixie’s wishes! Instead it felt as if Trixie struggled to keep up with her!
But no, she wasn’t just going to quit and disappear. No! She’d show Twilight. She’d make Twilight beg her to stay, just by showing her just how much she needed Trixie in her life! Twilight would wait and wait, her balls getting fuller and fuller, until she would be so pent-up she’d come crawling for Trixie’s help!
Trixie looked at the clock. 13:45. One of Twilight’s (many) scheduled draining times.
Now all Trixie had to do was wait until Twilight would notice that the great Trixie—Twilight’s “pretty little cumdump” as the purple bullystud dared to call her!—was not going to be there to drain Twilight’s nuts this time. This would show her! Trixie idly tapped her hoof onto the floor. Yes, she was going to make Twilight come to her, and it was just a matter of time until Twilight was going to miss her!
Just two minutes after Twilight’s ‘scheduled draining time’ at point 13:45, the door to her room opened, and Trixie watched the cum-spewing menace of an alicorn step down the stairs, one of her hands already at her cock, unable to fully wrap around its girth. Precum dribbled and gushed, leaving a trail on the steps. Her eyes lit up as she saw Trixie.
“Trixie~ There you are… nf…”
Trixie put her hands onto her hips and huffed. “S-Sparkle! Trixie needs to talk!”
The showmare stared nervously at Twilight’s bobbing horsecock, which only seemed to get harder and stiffer as Twilight approached her. The shestallion’s pent-up balls swayed, gurgled menacingly, clearly stuffed with far too much seed.
“When you’ve drained me, okay, Trixie? Sweet Celestia, I feel so full… I need to cum...”
“Sparkle! Are you listening? Trixie is NOT willing to keep being treated as a lowly… receptacle for your semen! Do you have ANY idea how much you’re pumping out on a daily basis?”
The showmare shuddered at the thought of cleaning after her. Clogged toilets, hundreds of semen-stained tissues and towels, swollen condoms as far as the eye could see, jizz clinging to the walls, the ceiling, and to Trixie’s pretty mane. A single, slimy rope of jizz from Twi’s cock was enough to make her look as if she’d just been straight out of a one hundred stallion gangbang. And that it felt as though Twilight’s loads were growing bigger by the day only made it worse.
Trixie took a step backwards as Twilight was nearly within reach, and puffed up her cheeks.
“Nff… Just… just one more load, okay? Just one... one tiny little load, then I’ll pull out and we can talk, right…?”
“W-what? No! Trixie doesn’t want to take another load! She does not get the respect she deserves by just... just draining Sparkle’s bloated balls all day! Trixie thought this was going to be easy!”
Twilight bit her lip. “Pleeeaaase~? Pleasepleaseplease, Trixie? I have no idea what I’d do without you, I just... Nfff, I’m so fucking FULL.”
The showmare smirked to herself, hands still on her hips. Ah, finally! Finally she got a chance to hear the great Twilight Sparkle grovel in front of her and beg Trixie for... well, not exactly for mercy, but for her help, at least! That was something!
Her proudly arched back merely served to put further emphasis on her immense breasts, as if the constant heaving and wobbling of her vast cleavage didn’t already provide enough fuel for Twilight’s erection.
“...Hrmf! Trixie sees how it is... Very well, Sparkle... Seeing that you’re begging the grrreat and powerful Trixie for help... Trixie will help you again with this... absurd, obscene task of draining your stupid, way too fucking huge nuts! Seeing that only Trixie is capable of such a feat, the world shall remember that this was the day the great Sparkle bowed to the even greater Trixie! But just one more time! And after that—Eeek!”
Before Trixie had a chance to finish her sentence Twilight’s horn flashed up, pressure was applied to the back of the showmare’s knees, and she dropped right onto her kneecaps. Just reminding Trixie why they were here. She would’ve gone on with her monologue for minutes. That purple monster of a dick twitched in front of her as Twilight’s inadequate hand slowly jerked it off. Precum splattered to the floor between them, each twitch producing another slimy shot-glass worth of the stuff. The showmare went crosseyed staring at the mare-bloating jizz howitzer in front of her.
She already felt herself growing weak just looking at that thing. At that cum-spewing horsecock which by now determined her entire daily schedule.
“Sparkle! Trixie wasn’t done talking yet! You better let her finish, and then she will drain your stupid, bloated balls—Mhmrhmff!!”
There it was. Twilight had, using a little trick of her magic and a casual thrust, rammed her fat, throat-gaping flare right between Trixie’s dicksucking lips. The showmare’s annoyance was palpable, her brows knit, a vein angrily pulsing. Her hands were at Twilight’s cock to yank it right back out, but with how slippery with old spit and pre this thing was, really, those efforts were in vain, and she was practically just jerking Twilight off.
“Nff… Ugh… See Trixie? It’s not so bad, right? Just… nf… one tiny load, and if you play nice I will teach you some more magic once we’re done… Ah~~!”
“Mhmrrmfhfff...!!!”
Twilight came.
It was no wonder she’d become a quickshot with how much seed her semen factories produced. No matter what, all it took was a tiny bit of stimulation and she blew another massive, obscene jizzload, even if her last orgasm had merely been a few minutes ago—Another jizz-bloated condom that Trixie would undoubtedly have to take care of later.
And much to Trixie’s frustration, she had—yet again!—ended up on the receiving end of one of Twilight’s hefty, slutbloating cumshots. Her eyes shot open as a torrent of pearl-white, gunky and slimy semen smacked against the back of her throat, instantly filling her mouth and comically puffing up her cheeks as she fell back into her old routine of swallowing, swallowing, and swallowing—The one thing she’d done every single day, over and over, and without ever even coming close to putting a dent into Twilight’s bottomless spunktanks.
Trixie’s eyes glazed over as the pungent, heady taste flooded her mind.
Ugh... Guh...~!
Sweet Celestia, why did it have to taste so GOOD? As the addictive aroma of Twilight’s jizz overpowered her tastebuds, she wondered if maybe, just maybe this deal wasn’t so bad after all. Day after day of slaving away between Twilight’s legs, guzzling the untold gallons of filthy ballslop which Trixie detested just as much as she loved them, and which the purple alicorn pumped out in the horrifying quantities that no one could possibly keep up with.
Thick, slimy, gunky, pungent, virile. Every single teaspoon sperm-packed and utterly addictive. The taste was obscene, overpowering, and left her breath reeking of jizz for days after, like a constant reminder of Twilight’s dick.
It was moments like these when Trixie wondered why she’d ever wanted to stop guzzling Twilight’s cum. Why she had put up a bossy, huffy face in the first place. Why, if she could instead crawl right back between Twilight’s legs, kiss her stupidly huge, swollen cumtanks, obediently suck her off, and then clean up any little wad of semen that had gotten onto the floor? Like a vapid, cum-guzzling slut that existed for Twilight’s fat fucking cock, and only for Twilight’s fat fucking cock.
Guh. Trixie hated herself for just thinking like that!
She was a powerful, mighty wizard, damn it! How did she let this happen again? She wasn’t here just to worship every musky, sweaty inch of Sparkle’s nuts and encourage them to churn out even more of the stuff! Guh... Focus, Trixie, focus!
Hrmf. After all, she was helping Twilight out here! Twilight was supposed to come crawling to her, begging the great Trixie for handjobs and paying her with riches, magic lessons, friendship! It was Trixie who was doing Twilight a favor, not the other way around! So why did it feel as if, ever since the day she’d stepped a hoof into her home, Twilight had only gained more ground over her?
Trixie knew why.
It was that fat, stupidly fat cock. How much Trixie just loathed how fat Twilight’s stupid, smelly and far too fucking huge cock was! Alicorn growth spurts? Hah! That reeking meatpillar had just... grown, grown, and GROWN bigger, as if merely being the biggest in all of Equestria wasn’t enough already! Trixie knew that Twilight measured it every single day, watching the counter climb higher and higher, and her bloated nutsack sag lower, fuller, and become even more productive than it had been the previous day.
And the rest of Twilight looked just as small and petite as it had a year ago! Where Celestia, Luna, and even Princess Cadance were towering, voluptuous goddesses which left stallions’ pants cum-stained just by walking down the street and swaying their hips, all of Twilight’s alicorn might was expressed in the hulking, obscene might of that immense, intimidating fuckpillar which she carried around as if it was nothing.
Supposedly the rest of her body would catch up, eventually. But until then she was nothing but a slim, nerdy bookworm who somehow managed to carry an obscene, freakish beast of a dick between her legs! A beast of a dick that Trixie had, for better or worse, practically fallen in love with, and which returned all of Trixie’s worship and attention by stiffening for her whenever possible.
Sweet Celestia, how much Trixie loved to see Twilight get hard whenever she entered the room.
It truly was the kind of cock built to pound dozens upon dozens of pretty mares into submission, and leave them as gravid, foal-bloated milfs. Not like Twilight had even done much of that, lately. No, she’d done her best to stay at home and use her friends—and now Trixie—to keep her insatiable need to breed under control, probably to ensure she wouldn’t knock up half of Ponyville.
And now that dumb, overpowering dick controlled Twilight and Trixie’s relationship. When it got hard, then it was just a matter of time until the showmare would find herself on her knees, on her back, squatting, pressed against a wall, or even upside down, Twilight’s obscene jizz howitzer between her lips, once again swallowing the shestud’s seed while struggling to keep up.
Like right now.
The jizzguzzling showmare’s eyes glazed over a little further as Twilight cooed, and came again, having all but forgotten about that “just one load” thing. It’d been unrealistic from the get-go. Both of them knew that “just one load” had never been an option here. She’d barely even been thrusting. Trixie was doing all of the work, and was now jerking her off.
The ever so slightly frustrated, spermdump of a showmare had started worshipping Twilight’s cock like it was her lover, like every reeking, throbbing inch of Twilight’s cock deserved to be pampered with kisses and affection, and like all she truly craved was for her “rival’s” balls to bloat even bigger and fuller.
Even as a torrent of slimy nutslop was pumped down her throat, Trixie had somehow managed to straighten herself up just enough to wrap her immense, wobbling breasts around the girth of Twilight’s purple stallionhood. It made her proud. No matter how hung Sparkle had gotten, Trixie’s breasts were still large enough to give her the kind of proper titjob which her cock deserved.
She bobbed herself back and forth, dicksucking lips wrapped around Twilight’s girth, and her breasts—each one easily bigger than the showmare’s own head—thwacked, and plapped messily against the purple shebull’s crotch, urging Twilight to pump out more, and more, and more. Even if Trixie couldn’t handle it all, and she’d then have to clean up the remaining slimy jizzropes that had splattered all across the room. Especially if that was going to happen.
Trixie’s horn glowed, and she struggled to heft Twilight’s balls. Even for their size, each one was many times as heavy as it should be. Twilight was two loads down, and they still felt just as heavy as when she’d started.
The showmare squirmed.
The consistency of Twilight’s semen only became more obscene and glue-like as her balls slowly and steadily emptied some of their overpowering heft into their devoted, bratty cum receptacle. As much as Trixie wanted to whine, huff and complain, nfff… fuck, no. She didn’t even want to do any of that anymore. Maybe she should just admit that Twilight’s dumb, stupid, fat dick was the best boyfriend she’d ever had.
Maybe Trixie wasn’t a powerful mare. Maybe Trixie really was nothing but a curvy, thin-waisted slut that existed for Twilight’s jizzloads. Maybe Trixie just wanted to spend her days squatting in front of Twilight, and worship her cock, while Twilight brushed through her mane, talked down to her and called Trixie a “good girl”.
Maybe she would use her magic to handle all that spunk, and return herself back to mobility—a trick she was particularly proud of—and then clean up after Twilight. Clean up every slimy wad of ballslop, every spurt of precum. Like a good, devoted, ball-kissing jizzdump.
Trixie shuddered at the thought. It sounded so wrong, yet also so very right it made her squirm. Slut. Cumdump. Condom. The words made Trixie’s spine tingle with thoughts of obscene, depraved humiliation, of Twilight talking down to her, gently bullying her, pinning her down and throatfucking her no matter how much she complained and huffed. Of treating her like a cum-guzzling slut, who had never, ever stood a chance of ‘winning’ against her, and who was lucky she got to suck her off day after day.
Twilight came. Again.
Trixie’s jizz-bloated belly smacked onto the floor and continued to expand, wooden boards creaking beneath the weight. Her clothes strained, and then burst apart. A button shot through the room and smacked against a window. By the time Trixie was beginning to feel full, it felt as if Twilight had barely even started to slow down.
The torrent of slimy, pungent jizz just kept going, and going. Trixie whimpered and squirmed, feeling her belly strain under the obscene load, by now so bloated that she struggled to even jerk Twilight off properly. She could’ve sworn the daily diet of alicorn-semen had caused her breasts to grow even bigger, but even with assets like these handing out titjobs was difficult once her belly had turned into a massive semen-sloshing ‘water bed’!
And really, even Trixie reaching her limits wasn’t going to stop the purple shestallion from jizzing like a firehose. Twilight just kept going, until she finally, finally either felt sufficiently “empty” or had decided that Trixie couldn’t handle any more than this, and casually yanked out her fat, half-hard beast of a dick from Trixie’s mouth.
Twilight let out a long, relaxed sigh. “Aaah...~! Much better...”
Of course, she wasn’t exactly empty yet. She never was. It was like with the hydra! For every load Twilight released two more filled her balls. All Trixie achieved was to—temporarily—lessen the heavy burden of her swollen cumtanks.
And thus Twilight Sparkle just sighed, jerking herself off as she blew several sloppy jizz-ropes across Trixie’s face. And mane. And tits. And her absurdly stuffed gut. Just those last few spurts of addictive, thick nutslop. They splattered, and smacked against Trixie with the loud, messy sounds you’d expect in a glue processing faculty, staining the huffy jizzdump of a showmare with the potent, reeking smell of Twilight’s semen. Marking her.
It’d take days, and several showers until Trixie would get that scent out of her fur. Not like it even bothered her at this point. She’d been reeking like Twilight’s cum and ballsweat for the entire past week already, and truth be told, she almost, just almost took some pride in the fact that Sparkle had chosen her for this role.
The last rope of cum splattered across Trixie’s face. Twilight’s cock softened slightly.
What was left was a cum-drooling mess of a showmare, fully suspended on the immense girth of her bloated cum-gut, who just barely remembered that she was supposed to fight back here, and regain some of her own dignity. Trixie tried to open her mouth and say something, but all that came from her mouth was a torrent of cum. Semen splattered onto the floor, and across her bloated belly. Her “rival” had wisely stepped out of the line of fire.
“See, that wasn’t so bad. I don’t see why you keep raising such a fuss,” Twilight cooed, and patted a part of Trixie’s belly that wasn’t stained with stinking, thick alicorn-jizz. “Good girl. Make sure to use your spells to drain yourself a little, I... Nnfff... Let’s just say I might need the great, pretty little Trixie’s help again in an hour or so.”
Trixie tried to let out a horny, frustrated whine, but all that left her mouth was incoherent gurgling, and a few sloppy wads of semen. Before she managed to form coherent words, Twilight had already left the room, leaving the huffy showmare to deal with the aftermath.
Author's Note
...Hi! This may or may not be an inofficiel "sequel" to A Ponyville Breeding.
Enjoy! Feel free to point out any typos/mistakes in the comments and to leave your thoughts/ideas/suggestions. ❤️
