Reality reasserted itself in spurts of fitful epiphany.

The first thing Twilight Sparkle became aware of was the realness of her surroundings. It had seemed uncertain within their shared dreamspace, but there was no question about it here. The sensation, the sight, the stench, the sound, the slick. It was all etching upon her brain faster than she could track it.

The next was the fact that she was even feeling true awareness in the first place. The haze which had clouded her faculties was dissipated. She had all of her words and memories. There was no whispering in her ear. She was in control.

These were both very good discoveries to make.

Then it occurred to her that there was far too much of herself, she felt two sets of arms moving languidly, she was unreasonably full, and her field of view was significantly obscured by a glossy purple wall beyond her muzzle.

“Oh,” she thought flatly.

Then came the tension and the pressure, a fire which raced along veins that had been doused in gasoline and upon exploding within her brain prompted her to cry out in a labored scream.

Something that had been holding her up let go, leaving her to fall to the ground with a thud and a splash against something warm and sticky. Her breasts flopped back, mercifully missing her face and instead landing on her shoulders, but this still had the effect of inhibiting her vision even further. This was followed by a commotion from all around her.

“Wha-wh-what i-i-is…?!” Rarity’s stammering exclamation was accompanied by a chaotic multitude of steps and splashes.

“What am I doing all the way up here-oh-whoa-WHOA—!” The sound of Pinkie Pie’s confusion was coupled with pressure on the alicorn’s midsection which then lessened before culminating in another splash and thud.

Fluttershy’s voice came twice over in confused gasps that were steadily escalating in volume and harshness toward shrieks.

Dimly, Rainbow Dash could be heard sputtering and mumbling the incoherent sounds of a pony who had just been rudely awoken from a pleasant slumber.

“Oh my stars, wh-what in tarnation is—?!” The sugary twang of Applejack’s voice cut itself off abruptly. “Why the hay am I talkin’ like this?!”

Spike’s groaning came from nearby, a guttural sound of both pain and pleasure.

“Sp-p-pike,” Twilight Sparkle stammered, a sound which was barely identifiable on account of the way her swollen lips mashed together and turned her syllables into a sputtering mess.

“Tw-w-AH-light?” he replied, from the sound of it experiencing a sensory overload in much the same way that she was.

“Hhh-hel-lp, p-please,” she begged, feeling a new surge of fire rising in her inflamed, overtaxed loins, and she extended her four arms, “p-pull m-me-e!”

“This…th-this is…b-buck, okay.” Something huge and soft and scaly bumped against her several times before finally the dragon’s hands found purchase on the two arms on her left side. “R-Rarity, come help me with this!”

“Spike? What are—where are you?! I—oh, Spike, you…how are—Applejack? What is that—oh sweet Celestia, Fluttershy, is that you?! What in Equus are you—?!”

“Rarity!” Spike shouted, interrupting the unicorn’s mounting hysteria.

“Oh, f-f-fine, I’ll—oh, sun, what are these damned legs?!”

“Would somepony tell me what the buck is going on?!” Rainbow Dash yelled amidst the fussing and panic. “Why am I…what is this thing?!”

There were two voices that sounded like Fluttershy hyperventilating, and an indistinct third that sounded like Fluttershy trying to talk with a full mouth and throat.

“I’m pretty sure we just had an orgy!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed in a tone that was remarkably level given the circumstances.

Applejack, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and Fluttershy all gave utterings of extreme disbelief and terror.

“F-f-focus!” Twilight Sparkle cried out while she felt something within herself that she thought might have been an orgasm, an explosive deluge, and there was trickling and splattering over the floor. “Applej-j-jack, Pi-ink-kie, pull on F-Fluttersh-shy!”

Eventually the ponies moved themselves into the proper positions, though not without further complaints and moaning. Rainbow Dash was still panting and shouting in the vitriolic way that only she could. Fluttershy was making a noise that sounded like sobbing if she didn’t quite know how to sob. Spike and Rarity pulled on Twilight Sparkle, who did her best to push her hooves against the floor, made difficult by the girth of her thighs keeping them elevated on a cushion of herself, while Pinkie Pie and Applejack presumably did the same for Fluttershy. The crying of the alicorn and the yellow pegasus were the most intense, rising in pitch whenever a tug pulled them farther apart. Twilight Sparkle felt painfully full—though it was not a fullness of the stomach, the sort that came from overeating, of that she was sure—but the worst part of it was the mass which was shoved between her legs, impossibly straining her vagina, feeling as if a train car had driven into her. A spasm rocked through her, one she could feel came from the other mare, and then there was a violent force rocking through her and the pressure only became worse.

Hardly more than a couple of minutes had passed.

With a pop, the mass that had been inside Twilight Sparkle was finally extricated. This left the ache of her vulva reduced to a mere throbbing. Not so much alleviation for her stomach—her womb—which was still like a water balloon—no, a condom was far more apt—holding the volume of a small pool. Her gut was far more rotund than it had been before, stretched taut, the creases and folds smoothed out, and with her lying on her back it was all weighing heavily upon her.

And yet it still felt so good. Pleasure and pain mixed with each other into a violent cocktail. She did everything in her power to push it down, to stave off the urges, but it was like trying to stop the tide of the ocean. It infested every corner of her brain, coursing along every inch of her skin and seeping in through her flesh. And flesh was something that she had in copious quantities.

“H-help me up, p-please,” she then asked quietly, managing slightly more control over herself.

“Uh, d-don’t y’all think we ought to help Flutters?” Applejack asked while Rarity and Spike pulled again.

“And me!” Rainbow Dash interjected, “Not really a fan of how I’m bowels-deep in a…another…ah…AH!” Her words broke down into as incoherent series of gasps and wails and expletives. There was a cacophony of cries of terror from the other ponies present, though none louder than the continued panicked groans of Fluttershy. Rainbow Dash’s tirade culminated in the kind of yowling exclamation that would usually be reserved for following a victory she had made, tinged with ululations of passion, and Fluttershy’s desperate crooning was accompanied by sloshing and churning.

“One thing at a t-t-time!” Twilight Sparkle insisted, managing as much of an authoritative air of command as these circumstances could allow.

Spike and Rarity resumed tugging on the alicorn. Another set of (four) hands (and multiple throbbing lengths of meat) touching at her gut alerted her to Pinkie Pie assisting with the effort. Applejack could be heard speaking gentle words of reassurance, despite her own continued pangs of arousal, to Fluttershy. And maybe to Rainbow Dash, who had resumed expressing her discontentment.

“Gosh d-darnit, Rainbow, quit it w-with that thrashin’, it ain’t helpin’!”

“You’re not the one with the giant dick that won’t stop cumming!”

Twilight Sparkle finally managed to put one hoof flat on the floor. Her wings fluttered, shaking off the numbness that had overtaken them from being pinned beneath her—a miracle they hadn’t simply been crushed to powder—while she was made to stand. She dimly heard Spike mutter something about cake. The release from her prone prison was small comfort, though, as she was almost immediately met with the discovery that her inflated labia were crammed into the span between her legs, grinding against the ground. Just the act of standing was enough to fill her with newfound pangs of agonizing delight. It made her weak at the knees, but she managed to stand—possibly in some part motivated by the knowledge that falling straight down with all of her weight on top of her vulva would just make things even worse. It didn’t help matters that the floor was so thoroughly wet.

She was also at last able to reasonably get stock of her surroundings, albeit still with the barrier of her lips spreading past the end of her muzzle, a blind built into her face. She was most easily able to see to her sides, at Spike, who stared back at her with bewilderment, although now that he was no longer tasked with helping her stand his attention was starting to turn back to himself, hands clutching at his sex- and species-inappropriate bosom. On her other side, Rarity loomed over her, torso mounted on top of an inequine body, and she had her hand pushing down on top of her lips so she could better see past them. She noted that their eyes, while retaining black sclera, no longer had pulsating red hearts in place of pupils.

The white pony produced a wet sputtering noise before she let go of the purple mounds and said, “Twilight, I think you should help with Fluttershy and Rainbow now!”

“H-help with—?”

Memory flooded back into her. Memory that she dearly would have hoped could have been lost to the ether. The terrible throes of passion that wracked through her. The overwhelming heat of both her own body and the bodies that were packed around her.

Spike and Rarity at her back, squeezing and kissing and whispering to her.

Pinkie Pie straddling her stomach and rutting her navel.

Fluttershy impaling her.

Applejack grinding against the giant pegasus.

Rainbow Dash—

Twilight Sparkle now pushed on her own lips, the glossy mass seeping between her fingers, and she was sufficiently aghast at the sight of the intertwined pegasi that she didn’t have the opportunity to take notice of her own intensely distended midsection.

Fluttershy had already been gigantic to begin with when she entered the bedroom, but now definition that had been distorted by musculature was further distorted by the immensity of her midsection, a bloated balloon of a stomach. The yellow globe was the size of a small shed, skin stretched taut around its surface, pushing up on her breasts and weighing heavily on her groin. The visual was exacerbated all the more by the presence of the second pony who was perched on top of her, Rainbow Dash’s penis jammed down the poor mare’s throat, greatly distending the shape of her upper body. Twilight Sparkle’s mind buzzed with anatomical impossibilities: the ability of the jaw to stretch wide enough to accommodate such mass; how it could fit into even such a large pony’s body, surely scrambling her intestines; how Fluttershy was even breathing under these circumstances. With Rainbow Dash’s testicles draped downward like a curtain, there was much that couldn’t even be seen, and she felt thankful that she didn’t have to see the other mare’s stretched jaw and neck.

“T-Twil-l-lah…!” Rainbow Dash gasped and groaned urgently while her hips gyrated, rubbing her buttocks against the ceiling, and cries of alarm came from Fluttershy’s nipple-mouths (another anatomical impossibility that spat in the face of everything that was sensible).

It was fortunate that Twilight Sparkle was capable of things far beyond the ken of her companions. With adrenaline pumping through her anew, it took but a thought to manifest the magic necessary to telekinetically take hold of the blue pegasus and yank on her, pulling back until, with a pop and a profoundly relieved inhale from Fluttershy, she was freed. One crisis averted.

But that didn’t stop Rainbow Dash from orgasming with another shrill shout. A blast of muddy rainbow semen hit Fluttershy squarely in the chest, dousing her breasts and distended midsection, before proceeding to splash everywhere. Applejack cried in turn when the resulting rain scattered over her, trying to back away but stumbling with her hind legs and landing on her distended lower gut. Pinkie Pie only watched with a look of awe even as she got the gunk splattered all across her front. Twilight Sparkle hardly had the energy to react to the rivulets that ran across her bloated middle, a bulwark taking the brunt of the blast for Rarity and Spike behind her.

Fluttershy’s enormous lips wobbled and shook like bags full of gelatin as her mouth opened and closed to the best of its ability, breathing in hungry gasps of air. “Twi…Twi…” She tried to speak, but the fuchsia mounds could scarcely be parted from each other enough to let out even the simplest syllables without being muffled and slurred into indistinction. She held her arms out to her sides, hesitating to reach toward herself, to feel the straining masses of flesh which comprised her form—the slightest flexing inward was enough for her bulging biceps to squeeze into the sides of her bosom. Her face couldn’t be seen, but any of them could have imagined the terror etched across her features. “What…what’s h-happen—”

“‘Ey, what’s the big deal?! Did I look like I was done?!”

Everypony was startled by the interjection of a voice that was not immediately familiar to any of them, but none more than Rainbow Dash at the sensation of her own body moving in a way that she had not commanded it to. Her own irate outburst died in her throat when she saw the shaft jutting from her loins bend itself backwards, clearly showing the phallic head at its tip, eyes rolling back to peer at her with its red heart pupils. “Oh, howdy there toots, I see you’re finally awake,” the penis said with a chuckle, continuing to dribble colorful cum from its lips, “you want some sugar for breakfast?”

The pegasus probably would have plummeted to the ground at that moment if Twilight Sparkle hadn’t been keeping her afloat with her magic, because she certainly didn’t have the capacity to flap her wings. But, to the surprise of many a pony, there was no further outcry from Rainbow Dash. All she could do was stare, mouth hanging open, aghast. It was as if the insanity and absurdity of the circumstances she found herself in had reached such an intense high that they circled back around to zero, leaving her utterly calm. And so, it was with a perfectly level voice that she turned to the alicorn and said, “Twilight, please tell me you know what the buck is happening.”

Biting her lip (a gesture which was far more cumbersome than she was used to), Twilight Sparkle chanced a glance all around her. She observed her friends, each of them upset in their own ways, in disbelief at what they had become. Spike seemed to have the added displeasure of realizing how much damage had been done to his bedroom, looking around them with dismay. Much of the furniture had been demolished, holes had been smashed through two of the walls, and the floor was covered in a sticky mess of still-warm fluids, the milky whites of semen, milk, and vaginal fluid all mixing together, aside from the swirls of rainbow that were added in. “Let’s…take this somewhere else…somewhere less wet,” she muttered with a grimace, and the others shared this sentiment when they looked at the floor as well.

Of course, this meant that the seven had to become reacquainted with the task of walking, inhibited by the addition of new appendages or bulk which inhibited the appendages they already had. The bedroom’s proper door was out of the question, which left the remaining recourse of having to clamber through the hole in the wall again, dragging dangling bodies over the rough rock opening. Twilight Sparkle didn’t even attempt to physically maneuver herself over this obstacle, silently thanking Starlight Glimmer for past lessons as she instead levitated her own body up and through the aperture, bringing the fumbling Rainbow Dash along with her. Only Pinkie Pie had managed to retain a reasonable range of mobility, though she seemed largely entranced by the pendulous shaking of the three phalluses which extended from her, bobbing with every step.

Once they had all moved into the more spacious central hallway, and once she had caught her breath, having felt the toll upon her stamina even from such a small effort, Twilight Sparkle asked, “Before I explain…what little I know, can you all…tell me what you remember?”

Glances were exchanged among them. Nervous, squeamish, uncomfortable, ashamed. Ears and frills drooped like wilting petals. Eyes also inevitably lingered over their friends’ warped bodies, taking in the full extent of what had happened to all of them now that the initial shock had worn off.

“It just…it felt good,” Spike mumbled. He gently placed his hand on the top of his chest, palm and fingers sinking into the pliant surface. He was more hesitant to touch the purple lengths that emerged from his crotch. “I felt so happy and there wasn’t any reason for me to think otherwise.”

“It was like anything that I might have had to worry about was…far away,” Rarity added wistfully, tapping at her chin. “It was…liberating, I suppose, but…it always seemed so thin. Like wallpapering over a hole in a wall.” She cast a momentary peek toward the hole they were standing by and winced.

“When…when it happened, I was…thinkin’ of my Ma ‘n Pa,” Applejack said quietly, her gaze downcast. “After I started changin’, I…I don’t know if I still knew they were dead, but it was like…it didn’t matter anymore.” She rubbed at her eyes.

“I’m kinda…used to pushing all that frowny-pants stuff down, I guess,” Pinkie Pie admitted with a shrug, her mane drooping, “so it didn’t really feel too different to me. I just…didn’t have to try so hard anymore.” She gave a wry chuckle and a smile cracked at the corners of her muzzle. “It was kind of a relief, honestly.”

There were several seconds between Fluttershy starting the motions of speaking, spluttering incoherently, and managing to form syllables that were remotely recognizable. “I didn’t need to…to stop and think about anything. I could just…do whatever I wanted.”

“I wouldn’t mind doing you, babe,” Rainbow Dash’s penis said with a wink.

Everypony turned to look at the pegasus. She lay on top of the cushy globes that were her testicles and seemed to be trying to wrestle the sentient shaft into submission, grappling with it in the manner one might an alligator, but her futile efforts to reach around its circumference only had the effect of prompting it to laugh and gurgle. She finally groaned in exasperation and looked up. “Don’t look at me, I was asleep the whole time,” she grumbled while rubbing at her temples, “all I remember was flying…usual routines and races with the Wonderbolts. Then all of a sudden you showed up.” She pointed at the alicorn. “And we…”

They became silent again. The others each looked at Twilight Sparkle, and she saw the hurt in their eyes, the anxiety in their postures. Then, in turn, each took notice of the others, the way they were all so pensive. Each of them had only directly confided in Twilight Sparkle herself, but in that moment they could sense some semblance of the pain which they all harbored within. Pinkie Pie reached to Applejack and Fluttershy on either side of her, a gentle touch on their hips, flashing a thin smile to both of them, and they responded with smiles of their own. Spike felt a prickle of magic on his cheek and looked to see Twilight Sparkle staring back at him, her expression serious in that way that suggested they were going to have a lot to talk about. He nodded slowly to her.

“It would appear that we all have…quite the emotional baggage in dire need of sorting,” Rarity mused aloud, and there was a punctuated beat that came from one of her legs tapping on the floor.

“I believe that’s how it got in,” Twilight Sparkle murmured, her brain whirring into activity, “the…the corruption. It seeks out ponies who have…regrets, trauma, pain, anything lingering in their heads, and it makes them…forget. It distracts them with an overload of pleasurable excess.”

“What, it makes us too horny to think straight?” Rainbow Dash asked incredulously.

“It c-could’ve just stopped at the f-forgetting part,” Fluttershy whimpered, trembling while she still struggled to maintain a position that could be reasonably comfortable.

“I don’t care how much it hurts, I ain’t in a hurry to go forgettin’ all the ponies who’re important to me!” Applejack proclaimed with a stamp of her hoof.

“At least we’re all in control of ourselves again,” Pinkie Pie added, and she gave a twinkling look to the alicorn, “thanks to Twilight.”

“Speak for yourself,” Rainbow Dash grumbled when her penis spasmed again.

“So why are we still…” Spike gestured with his hands to the readily apparent immensity of his body.

“The best I can guess is that we only shook off the mental aspect of the corruption,” Twilight Sparkle replied as she felt at her own form, again taken aback by the fact that she had an extra pair of limbs, and that their control came so naturally to her. “The physical side…not so much.”

She was conscious, though, that the physicality of the corruption still had an inexorable effect on their minds. Even though she was no longer overtaken by the desire to be amorous, she couldn’t do anything to douse the raging fire of her libido, pangs of arousal which continued to wrack through her. The mere act of standing in place filled her with the pressure that came from her meaty legs pressing inward on her swollen labia. She could see this discomfort mirrored in her friends, Spike and Rarity similarly burdened by dangling genitalia that brushed on the floor. Poor Fluttershy was reduced to a bundle of nerves by every surface of her body grinding against itself. Rainbow Dash was completely helpless with her legs lifted off of the ground and her phallus acting independently of her. Pinkie Pie breathed heavily amidst the irregular spasming of her trio of shafts, bobbing stiffly at the slightest movement she made. Applejack slowly stroked at the side of her gravid gut—her expression didn’t speak of any amount of joy or relief.

“…Wh-what d-do we do now, then?” Fluttershy asked.

“Spike and I got a message from…somepony.” Twilight Sparkle wished that she could have still had the letter in front of her for further inspection instead of it being lost to the ether of the dreamscape. She could remember the gist of what it had said, and the urgency which it had conveyed. She couldn’t seem to recall the name that had been ascribed to it. “They said they were coming to fix the rest of the problem.”

“They’d better come quick,” Rainbow Dash said, the rest of them muttering their agreement on this sentiment, while her penis exclaimed how it wanted to come quick.

“But there’s something else,” Spike continued, speaking sharply to command everypony’s attention, “they said that there’s something bad happening. This…singularity or whatever they called it. It’s gonna…I dunno, do the usual bad guy thing, and we gotta do something to stop it before they get here.”

“Well fantastic, not like we didn’t already have enough on our hands to deal with,” Applejack scoffed with a roll of her eyes.

“What are we supposed to do about it?” Rarity then asked, “What even is this singularity thing? Where is it, for that matter?”

Twilight Sparkle felt a sinking weight of dread in the pit of her already heavy gut. She was fairly certain she remembered the letter well enough to know that it hadn’t actually specified much of anything about what their objective for the singularity was supposed to be. How were they supposed to combat something that they didn’t even know anything about, least of all where they would find it?

“Maybe it has something to do with all of our flanks flashing?” Pinkie Pie interrupted.

She looked down to her side (and then corrected herself, glancing in that direction instead of turning her muzzle that way). Down over the broad lavender slopes that comprised her shoulder and torso and hip, she saw the pointed stars of her cutie mark, exponentially larger as it now stretched over the exorbitant breadth of her thigh. The violet and white markings were flashing with pulses of light, and along with them she felt a distinct hum of magical resonance. She found herself unable to be certain whether this had just begun or if it had been going for some time and she had failed to notice until now, too distracted with more pressing matters. The same could be said for all of them, cutie marks aglow, as well as the spines along Spike’s scalp and back.

The alicorn then remembered another aspect of the dream, and she turned her attention not to any of her friends but to the other hole which had been made in a wall, into the central chamber of the castle, where another glowing light could be seen.

“The map!” she exclaimed urgently, and all of them understood what that entailed.

The process of movement went by more quickly this time as they each clambered through the ruined wall. The immediate concern might have assisted in motivating them, but it could have just as easily been that they were getting more used to the way their bodies worked, the way limbs moved and bodies compressed. Perhaps none of them wanted to look at it in that manner, but they weren’t going to complain about having less difficulty standing in their way.

It would have been comical for them to attempt to sit and gather around the circular table at the center of the room as they normally would when it came to having their meetings. Most of them couldn’t even begin to fit into the crystal chairs that were arrayed around the perimeter. Some of them could have smothered the table itself with their mass. Had Twilight Sparkle been able to move with the dexterity she was accustomed to, she would have engulfed it with her belly long before she came close enough to inspect the map. As it was, most of the others had already come into position around the table long before she came shuffling up to join them, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash taking up the rear as they fought with their own struggles, the former waddling awkwardly much like her and the latter having to flap her wings to haul the girth of her groin.

She saw the symbols that drifted in lazy circles above the map. Six familiar cutie marks, stars and apples and diamonds and balloons and butterflies and lightning cloud, and one, a scroll and flames, that puzzled her momentarily before she remembered it from the dream as well. Odd; she recalled that this hadn’t been how the map summoned Spike in the past. All seven were converged over a single location: a tall mountain not far from Ponyville.

“Ain’t that Canterlot?” Applejack asked, eyes squinting.

“Somepony really chose a great time to have a friendship problem,” Rainbow Dash grumbled while she hovered closer to the map, and a gurgling coo of curiosity came from her penis as it peered at the luminous surface.

“I’m not so sure about that,” Twilight Sparkle muttered, “this can’t be a coincidence. I’m sure this must have something to do with what the letter was warning us about.” She might have been thankful that her bloated lips and puffy cheeks made it difficult to discern the way she clenched her jaw. The letter had also said that a singularity was the result of the corruption affecting “individuals who are already in possession of considerable power.” There had been many reasons for her to have her suspicions before, but now the end point seemed unavoidable.

“Princess…”

“Well, that’s great and all, but how are we going to get to Canterlot?” Spike said with an exasperated shake of his hand.

This didn’t prompt another weight in the alicorn’s stomach as much as a feeling that her whole body had turned to lead. On the map of Equestria, it might not have seemed like Ponyville and Mount Canter were so far away, but in reality it was a distance of dozens of miles.

“There’s no way trains are still running at a time like this,” Rarity mused despondently, and then she turned to Twilight Sparkle, “can’t you teleport all of us there?”

“Ah…n-no…I still can’t cover that much distance, especially not with a group.” She was glad that this was the truth, that she didn’t have to admit that she was still not particularly keen on the idea of teleportation at all after her previous trip into the Between. Not to mention that each of them had enough body mass to account for a group all by themselves—she’d hate to teleport and leave a pony’s breast behind.

“I’m not breaking any flight speed records while lugging this damn thing around,” Rainbow Dash hissed while tugging on herself, trying to wrangle an anaconda of her own flesh.

“No land speed records either for that matter, hon,” Applejack agreed, holding her palm against her face and running her fingers through her hair.

“I was working on a party cannon that might’ve been able to launch us there,” Pinkie Pie said with a sigh while she leaned forward and rubbed her finger around the projected image of Canterlot, “I don’t think any of us can fit in it now though.”

Nopony had the heart to tell her that the idea of being sent careening across the countryside wasn’t especially appealing even on the best of days.

“…Wh-wh-what’re we going to do, then?” Fluttershy asked, full of anxiety and worry.

“Oh what indeed shall we do?”

The voice that spoke was a new one, not belonging to any of those present, not even to any part of their bodies. It echoed and resounded in the open chamber, bouncing from one wall to the next, a susurrus of noise all around them. They looked wildly about, occasionally catching a glimpse of a shadowy shape dancing across the crystals but never seeing anything distinct. “Ah, quite the predicament we find ourselves in,” the disembodied voice continued, lilting in a taunting manner, “but you all are used to getting yourselves out of problems like these, are you not? I’m sure that, given enough time to bang your heads against a few walls, you’ll be able to figure out something to—”

“Discord, we don’t have time to play one of your games right now!” Twilight Sparkle shouted to the open air.

And then a grey horned head emerged from the alicorn’s cleavage, staring at her flatly with red and yellow eyes, and she nearly shrieked and toppled over, but most of the others expressed their surprise for her with gasps of alarm.

“Feh, fine, if my ‘games’ are too time-consuming for your ironclad world-saving schedule,” he replied with a scoff before the rest of his mismatched serpentine body slid out, twisting and curling into the air above the cutie map. Discord was a particularly strange creature by the standards of Equestria, mix of horse, dragon, goat, snake, lion, and so much more, to say nothing of his wielding of chaos magic, but by the standards of the past few hours he represented an almost shocking glimpse of normalcy, not a hint of hyper-exaggeration on the proportions of his long, lanky frame.

“O-oh, Discord!” Fluttershy exclaimed, finally afforded some small degree of relief, even though curtains of fuchsia and pink made it exceedingly difficult for her to actually see the draconequus.

“Discord!” Applejack said, far less amiably, with a hand slapping on the edge of the table, “Y’all best not have anythin’ to do with this whole mess, you slippery varmint!”

“Oh believe me, my dear farmpony,” he said while he alighted upon the back of the orange pony’s lower half, legs crossed and hanging over one side, and far enough away that she couldn’t twist around and reach him, “I wish I could have been so devilishly depraved as to concoct a debacle such as this. Why, just look at all of you!”

Applejack managed to get enough push with her hind legs to buck her rear upward, but Discord didn’t seem particularly inconvenienced by this motion launching him upward. “We’ve got Penis Pie,” he said as he landed next to Pinkie Pie and promptly prodded one of her nipple-shafts, and she yelped at the sensation of it wobbling, “and Rainbow Dong.”

“You think you can handle this much dong, bub?” the indigo column turned toward him before he could touch it, drooling colorful seed while licking its lips.

“Ooh, quite sorry, I’m going to have to ask you to…” Discord reached behind his back and pulled out an oversized cork which he proceeded to shove in between the penis’s bloated lips. It continued to make muffled noises while Rainbow Dash made a sharp cry of pained arousal as one might expect of somepony who had a cork shoved into their penis.

“Where was I? Oh, yes.” There was a puff of smoke as he disappeared, and Rarity flinched when he reappeared beside her. The draconequus was now wearing a polka dot bikini with a pair of watermelons stowed in the top and an eggplant tucked into the bottoms, lipstick sloppily smeared around the end of his muzzle. “I have to admit it’s quite the look. Do you think it has a chance of catching on?”

“I should hope not, I shudder to think how much fabric I’d need to make a dress for all…this,” Rarity replied dryly, glancing down and back over herself, toward the bulbous arthropod abdomen that rose up behind her.

“Look on the bright side! You can always settle for being a fabulous dinner table.” He spread a garish yellow tie-dye cloth over that rotund rear end, and then deposited his errant fruits upon it. Rarity scoffed and grumbled before shaking it off.

“Discord, can you please get to the point?” Spike asked with the tired patience of a friend who was used to putting up with someone’s shenanigans, thankfully eliminating the need for either Rarity or Twilight Sparkle to let their frustration get the better of them.

“Oh, very well, if I really must,” he replied with an exaggeratedly heavy sigh. “The point—” He now took out a strange blocky white arrow shape which he then began to wave around like a teacher’s pointing stick, gesturing to Ponyville on the map. “—is that I’ve been observing everything that’s happening thus far, and though it puts me at great pains to deny the world of such delightful chaos, I will have you all know that I have, in fact, been attempting to correct this travesty which you’ve managed to get yourselves caught up in.”

“R…r-really?!” Twilight Sparkle asked, stunned. For once, it seemed there was something that was turning out their way.

“Wow, Discord, you’re really turning over a new leaf on us and we didn’t even need to twist your arm for it?” Spike then said, gently teasing, rocking his hip to bump against the draconequus beside him.

He seemed momentarily perturbed by this, getting knocked by an ass that could crush him, but he quickly rebounded. “But of course!” With another poof he reappeared beside Fluttershy, floating off the ground so he could be by her shoulder. “How could I permit such a foul fate to be foisted upon my dear, sweet…not-so-little Fluttershy? Even if it does make her…” His gaze momentarily cast over the pegasus—her enormous stature, her swollen genitalia, her distended lips, her malformed nipples, her overwhelming musculature. “Goodness, you really did get a lot bigger…” he muttered under his breath before concluding, “just a tad more interesting to look at.”

A soft, wet chuckle rose from Fluttershy’s throat, a sound which was approximately mirrored by the mouths on her breasts. “Oh, Discord, I always knew you had it in you to do the right thing.” She then reached out to wrap an arm around him. It was a gesture that might have been purely inoffensive were it not for the fact that she now thoroughly eclipsed him. A simple sidelong hug instead had him pinned in between her bicep and the side of her bosom, squeezing the air out of him in a choked gasp. “O-oh, s-s-sorry,” she quickly apologized, lessening the pressure.

Discord coughed, and when he disentangled himself from the mare’s grasp a section of his torso had been crushed flat as paper. “Ponies, I swear,” he grumbled before sticking his thumb in his mouth and blowing, reinflating himself with a loud pop. “I can’t claim to know exactly what this magic is, but I can feel there is something akin to chaos within it.”

“So were you able to figure out some way to reverse the corruption?” Twilight Sparkle then asked, the question that was surely at the forefront of everypony’s minds.

But Discord’s expression turned dour, his ears drooping slightly. “It is with the utmost regret that I must admit I have not,” he replied with a wistful and melodramatic sigh, a statement which prompted the shoulders of everypony else to sag, “I have been engaged with my own tests and research, but I was unable to produce any desirable outcome.” But then, just as the alicorn was allowing disappointment to sweep her away, he looked toward her, squinting, gaze focused on her distended midsection, “I suppose there is one thing I can do—just a small gift, from me to you, I assure you, considering I ought to be doing the same for dear Fluttershy.”

With a snap of his fingers, the tension within Twilight Sparkle’s gut vanished all at once. The sudden shift nearly caused her to lose her balance as her belly shrank inward, no longer stuffed full of the fluid which had been injected within her, now merely flabby and sagging in its consistency. A small coo of surprise and subtle elation coincided with the same thing transpiring for Fluttershy, abdomen shrunken down until it was flat once more, letting her breasts hang freely over her front and fully revealing her cock and balls once more.

“Oh, th-thanks, Discord, that was getting to be…a bit tiresome,” she said, exhaling in her relief. She tried not to dwell on how she was still far more encumbered than she liked. At least there was now no longer the quandary of impregnation that had been lurking at the back of her mind to worry about. “But…” She looked around the room uncertainly, finding nothing out of place. “What did you do with all that…mess?”

“Please, princess, don’t you have more important things to worry about?” Discord snapped back.

= = = = =

It occurred to Big McIntosh that there was something important he ought to be doing.

Something very important.

Something…somepony…

Somepony important…

Oh, that’s right, Mayor Mare.

And so he resumed thrusting into the mare, spurred on by her shrill cries and cheers with each pumping repetition. “Two, four…six…eight,” she groaned laboriously, panting each syllable, “who do…we…we…ahhh…” Coherent words devolved into wild calls of pleasure. She balanced perfectly upon her buttocks, exaggeratedly round globes which were bigger than yoga balls, baring her similarly engorged breasts for him at the same time. Her whole torso distended and stretched from the girth of his penis inside her, rhythmically sliding in and out without any sign of relent. Her head lolled about limply on her neck, shaking her mane, soft pink with shocks of purple.

Some part of Big McIntosh pondered why everypony called her Mayor Mare when she wasn’t the mayor, nothing more than a modest cheerleader. That question silently swallowed itself up without a second thought being offered to it. That wasn’t what was really important. What was important was the mare before him, her succulent curves drawing every facet of his attention. It didn’t matter that his ability to see her was impaired by the glossy mound rising past his muzzle or the shaggy carrot-orange locks which hung over his brow. All that mattered were the legs spread before him, the loins he had impaled, the glorious mammaries which he had grasped in his meaty hands. The cacophony of ponies engaged in coitus all around the town square had turned into background noise, and he wanted nothing more than to contribute to that as well.

Big McIntosh was ready. A shout was building within his lungs. It was going to be the loudest “Eeyup!” he had ever uttered. Until the next orgasm, anyway.

His mouth opened.

And then he was soaked, drenched by a spontaneous flash of a downpour, splashing all around him. Red fur matted against his bulging, sinewy frame, mane flattened and limp. The heat of the moment was gone all at once, leaving him panting heavily. He didn’t have to look down, though, to recognize the heady scent of cum in place of water. Though, when he did look down, he was met with the strange sight of muddy rainbow swirls mixed in with the white. Curious.

Not curious enough to distract him from Mayor Mare’s groaning. Her stomach had been added to the taut, engorged spheres that comprised her body. He must have ejaculated while he was distracted.

He had to suppose, then, that he’d have to go for another round. It was what really mattered at a time like this.

= = = = =

Twilight Sparkle clenched her jaw again as she looked toward the cutie map and the marks that floated over Canterlot. Discord was right, of course. Their present objective remained, and the fate of Equestria rested on their shoulders. “Yes, but…” she thought aloud worriedly, “how are we supposed to get to Canterlot? While everything is…like this? While we’re like this?” She gestured to herself and to all of the ponies in the room, standing in place awkwardly as they too considered the severity of their present circumstances coupled with the discomfort which their transformed bodies imposed on them.

“It is indeed quite the predicament,” Discord agreed while languidly floating overhead in a lounging posture. “Why, even if it were all downhill and you could roll all the way to Canterlot, I’d estimate it would be some three hours before you got there, and then another hour before you stopped being too dizzy to do anything about it. I don’t know how it always is that you ponies manage to get yourself into these problems. I swear, I look away for five minutes and you’ve got another apocalypse happening! But no matter—” He twisted around and righted himself, and all of a sudden he was wearing a cape that dramatically billowed behind him and a mask over his eyes. “—for once more, I, Discord, am here to bail you out of the jam you find yourselves in.”

“I thought you said you couldn’t do anything about the corruption, though,” Twilight Sparkle said exasperatedly, slumping into her own bulk, “and even if you can, we don’t have time for you to keep trying until you figure something out. We might be too late even now for all we know!”

“Correct, I did say that much,” he replied, and then he smirked and gestured to her with finger guns (complete with miniature scopes for range and accuracy), “but I can still get all your fat asses to Canterlot.”

“…Oh, right,” the alicorn said dumbly.

Discord snapped his fingers and disappeared, and a moment later he was behind her, patting her on the head. “Honestly, Twiggles, you need to do something about that ‘overcomplicating problems’ problem you have.” Then he circled lazily around the room, passing by each of the ponies and one dragon. “So you all just give me the signal when you’re ready, and I’ll send you on your way so you can do the usual rainbow lightshow shtick.”

Twilight Sparkle sighed exasperatedly before she looked across the table at her friends one by one, and she saw her anxiety and doubt mirrored in their faces (what little of them was discernible, at any rate). They were all experienced in the act of saving Equestria, but those were under circumstances in which they weren’t having to struggle with extremely basic things like seeing past their muzzles or putting one hoof in front of the other. She knew what she had to do, for the sake of her home and everypony she loved, but she wasn’t sure that she could—

“Twilight.” Spike’s voice drew her attention toward him. He was glaring at her pointedly.

“Wh-what?” she asked in turn, confused by this accosting look.

The dragon continued to stare at her for several seconds before his purple lips slowly curled into a knowing smile. “Don’t tell me you were just about to go off on some speech about how we don’t have to go with you if we don’t feel up to it.”

“U-uh…I…” she stammered, mouth hanging agape.

“Don’t even think about running off without us, Twilight!” Rainbow Dash shouted before the alicorn could come up with a response, rocking forward so she could slap her palms on top of the table. “I don’t know what this singularity thing is, but I’m not letting you kick its ass without getting a few hits in for myself! I’m not gonna just sit around here and wait for you to come back, I’ve got pent-up aggression for days over here and I need somepony to let it out on!” Her penis, for its part, seemed to nod stiffly in agreement and make continued muffled noises.

“What she said!” Applejack added, also leaning forward, her eyes blazing intensely, “I’m not just gonna sit around after somepony toyed with my emotions! I don’t care if I’m fulla foals or if I’m talkin’ like some prissy southern snob, I’ll park my butt on ‘em until they beg for mercy if I have to!”

“I think we all know a lot about parties, Twilight,” Pinkie Pie said, both thoughtful and playful, “and if there’s one thing I know it’s that you don’t split up the party right before you go into the last dungeon, it’s just begging for trouble! And if I’m not there with you, who’s going to give out celebratory cupcakes once we’re done?”

“Um…” Fluttershy had her hands clasped together under her chest. “I…I want to help. I know I can. I definitely can.” She spoke quietly, but there was a certainty to her voice far beyond what she was usually capable of.

“Really, darling, what did you expect?” Rarity chortled while waving a hand at Twilight Sparkle. “Did you think we’d all just shrug our shoulders and stay here while you do the important work? We’re backing you up every step of the way.”

“Definitely gonna take a lot of us to back up that wide load,” Pinkie Pie commented with a chuckle, reciprocated by the rest of them, even Twilight Sparkle herself.

“Come on, Twilight, we’re in this with you,” Spike said quietly as he sidled up beside her and reached behind her back, claws gently caressing her pliant flesh. He was so much taller than her, made even taller by his long neck, and so very different. His hip pressed over hers, the side of his enormous scaly breast rolling over her front, one of his throbbing shafts brushing against her stomach. It made her uncomfortable, but not so much as to outweigh the gentle warmth they shared with each other. Those bloated lips distorted his smile, but it couldn’t hide the tender care in his eyes.

Twilight Sparkle smiled back, and then she looked out to the rest of them. “Yeah…okay. Then we’re all ready—”

“Okayhavefunbye!” Discord hurriedly blurted out before snapping his fingers, and with seven puffs of smoke he was left alone in the throne room, the hum of the map dimming now that its emissaries had been sent forth. “Honestly, if they were in such a hurry, you’d think they wouldn’t sit around faffing about for so long with their sentimentalities,” he scoffed as he draped himself across one of the seats that stood around the table. “Well, I’ll give them about an hour.” He set an hourglass on the counter before then taking out a book and thumbing through it. “Should be enough to get me through a few dozen pages without any inter—”

“Twilight?”

The voice rang through the castle halls, so conspicuously timed that it was as if fate had conspired to impose upon the draconequus in the same way that he had to the alicorn.

“Twilight, are you here?” another voice called, a younger mare.

Then a door creaked open, and in peeked two ponies in slightly dampened pajamas.

“D-D-Discord?!” Octavia exclaimed, frightened, promptly backing away.

“Oh, great, more of them,” Discord muttered under his breath, quietly pondering if he should consider brandishing a giant flyswatter to make them leave.

“What’re you doin’ here?” Apple Bloom asked, just a hint of indignation giving her a tad more resolution—an admirable effort, he would admit. “Where’s Princess Twilight? She said she’d meet us here!”

“Sorry, fillies,” he replied with a noncommittal shrug, “I’m afraid the plot train has already left the station without you.”

= = = = =

Bright Lance found himself wondering again when the sun was going to rise. His eyes cast toward the window looking out toward the east again. The sky beyond was still dark and dotted with stars, the lights of Canterlot below on the mountainside, not a single hint of rosy dawn reaching over the horizon. He was sure that the sunrise should have come by now. It was one of the best parts of being on guard duty at Princess Luna’s tower and he had specifically asked to be here. It would be a terrible shame if he were to miss it.

Oh well. Maybe by the next orgasm it would come.

“Ha, come,” he said aloud with a giddy giggle.

Many ponies would think that guard duty was a boring task to be saddled with, no doubt, but it wasn’t too bad. Nothing of note ever happened in a place as nice as Canterlot, so that just meant plenty of time to pleasure oneself. Of course, it was best when one’s post was alongside somepony else, as Bright Lance’s post was supposed to be. He thought Comet Trail would’ve come back by now, but there was still no sign of her, either. He still couldn’t fathom why she’d run off screaming the way she did, nearly tumbling down the stairs. All he knew was that Captain Brazen Shield wouldn’t be pleased to hear about it.

He was on the verge of losing himself in the motions of rubbing and groping at his body when he heard something. Not hoofsteps coming back up the stairs as he might have hoped to hear, be it Comet Trail or perhaps somepony else to inform him of why the sunrise hadn’t come, it was a sound that came from behind him. Behind the tall blue doors. A quiet, rapidly repetitious noise. Scratching.

Odd. What could be trying to get out of the princess’s quarters? And why?

But those rational thoughts were swallowed by the void.

Dragging his testicles with him, Bright Lance shambled backward until he was in position to pull on the door handle, swinging it open with a laborious creaking. “Hello?” he called into the crack between the heavy wooden panels.

Almost immediately, a small furry shape emerged, squeezing through the opening, white and grey and pink, screeching before going careening down the steps, almost in imitation of the way Comet Trail had run.

“Hey, Tibbles!” he shouted after the possum, even though he had already vanished from sight, shrill voice remaining a bit longer. “What’s the matter?! You shouldn’t go running around the castle by yourself! The princess is gonna worry about—”

Sound. Movement again. Crashes and loud thumps on the other side of the still-open door. In the time it took Bright Lance to turn around again, it occurred to him that the commotion was getting louder. Coming closer. Should he be doing something? His training hadn’t accounted for anything happening while on his watch.

His lips parted to speak.

The doors flung open with a slam, partially torn from their hinges, in the process smashing into the stallion and sending him flying off his hooves, tumbling until he was on his back and the weight of his cock came to a rest on top of him. Bright Lance pushed the throbbing mass away, just in time to see the hulking shape that came to loom over him. There was so much to see that he didn’t even know where to start ogling. It was an assault upon his senses.

“Oh,” he said flatly, so desensitized that he didn’t even feel himself cumming, “that’s hot.”

And then he was seized by his shaft and pulled into the moist.

Author's Note

Ever wake up with a hangover except instead of having a headache you're a bimbo monster?

This is where things got complicated because I'm having to juggle a bare minimum of seven characters at once in every scene. Eight if you count Rainbow Dash's cock. Also having to walk a fine line of the disorientation and discomfort that these characters feel at their present circumstances and the unavoidable pleasure that they are still wracked with.

We're just handwaving how incomprehensible most of these characters ought to be with their lips as big as they are, especially Fluttershy.

I want to believe I implemented Discord well without him being excessively overbearing. At one point there might have been more with him explaining what he had found about the corruption but I think that would have dragged on too long.

I finally had to resort to making up original ponies because I don't know of any named royal guard characters other than Flash Sentry.

"into the moist" probably sounds awkward but it was supposed to be another Hiss reference so whatever.

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