It was hard to be certain what happened in the time it took for awareness to resume.

The passage of time was a smear across their senses. Seconds alternatingly crawled by like hours and days and months or blurred together into the blink of an eye. The exultations of pleasure that came from contact crested and dove in peaks and valleys, denoted by the croons and gasps and yowls that came from them. They came together as one and the distinction between them grew fuzzier and fuzzier.

Twilight Sparkle was readily aware of what was transpiring. She was aware of the passionate embrace. She could feel the affection pouring into her. She felt the probing touch that squeezed and kneaded her vast acreage of flesh. She tasted the warm spice upon her lips. A glut of sensory information was being fed to her brain, but it was not from there that the output was derived. She moved without the need for commands, spurred on by base instincts. In that moment she was not required to do anything else.

Then there was a thunderous chorus of hoofsteps, steadily approaching until finally a figure emerged to cast a shadow over her, the shift in light level prompting her eyes to refocus.

“Well, g’mornin’, y’all,” Applejack announced, greeting them with a warm smile, completely unfazed to see her two purple friends embraced as lovers.

“O-oh…App…Applejack,” Twilight Sparkle replied, bubbling with excitement even though her syllables sputtered while she struggled to stand. It was not a particularly elegant process to lift herself into a standing position again. Even with four hands to push on the floor there was so much bulk, and squeezing her legs together prompted a delightful wave of ecstasy to wash over her, nearly blinding her senses.

“Here, Twily,” Spike said with a chuckle in her ear as he pressed against her again and, with his strong hands firmly placed on her sides, lifted up. She leaned into him, into the supple and supportive warmth of his bosom. So much of the weight faded away, making it far easier for her to get onto her hooves. A vertiginous rush ran through her head, as if she had just soared over Ponyville.

“Thanks, Spikey,” she cooed and giggled while she reached out to caress his cheek. He purred in response, long tongue flicking out at the air.

Only then was Twilight Sparkle able to fully focus her attention upon Applejack, who had waited patiently with a smirk and a twinkle in her eyes. The farmpony exuded a radiant energy, her golden mane resplendent with a brilliant sheen in even the faintest light. To say nothing of her frame, gravid immensity speaking to the vitality which she bore within. It was an intoxicating warmth that none in Ponyville could resist, and she was known to offer it with frequent regularity.

“Y’all had me worried a bit when you went scamperin’ off earlier, sugarcube,” Applejack said in her melodious accent as she stepped through the opening in the wall. This offered more clearance for her width, not so much though for the hanging underside of her stomach, brushing against the rough stone in the process of lifting up and over. This repeated for the underside of her barrel, the lower torso dragging until she was able to lift her hinds past as well. The quadrupedal body bore an even heavier pregnant gut, though it jutted out to the sides more than downward, far past the breadths of her voluminous hips. There were many murmurings around town of just how many foals she was bearing—Twilight Sparkle might have been able to calculate it based on mass and volume, but she couldn’t be sure without knowing how far along the gestation process was—but Applejack wasn’t concerned about such details, the mere topic of the foals always prompted her to get giddy with excitement.

Nonetheless, the earth pony stepped forward with her arms spread wide, and

(this time)

Twilight Sparkle was all too happy to reciprocate the gesture. Of course, even though she was standing, the mere act of walking forward was still an awkward affair. It was strenuous enough with the flabby girth of her gut hanging in front of her legs, legs which themselves were girded in slabs of fat, a single one large enough to smother a chair. The greatest difficulty—and the greatest pleasure—came from the mass which was wedged in between her legs, filling the span past her ankles. The puffy mounds of her vulva bulged outward, moist lips still drooling in the wake of her most recent orgasm. The slightest movement prompted shivers of arousal to rock through her as the labia pressed together, clit digging into the underside of her gut. Every pulsation running up along her spine jolted her brain, and were it not for her end goal being readily apparent right in front of her she might have simply stopped in place.

Finally the two mares embraced. It was not an easy endeavor—Applejack and Twilight Sparkle tended to face the most struggle in these matters out of their friends, owing to their protuberant midsections. Bellies and bosoms mashed together, navels kissing before they slid to the sides of each other; at least one of them wasn’t stretched taut, affording a greater degree of pliancy. Applejack leaned forward and planted her lips on Twilight Sparkle’s doughy cheek in a wet smack, and the alicorn returned with a smooch that painted the entire side of the mare’s face in plum gloss. They each reached to squeeze as much as they could, the purple pony awarded a double serving by her extra pair of arms.

While Applejack moved to repeat this gesture with Spike, Twilight Sparkle murmured, “Sorry about having to run off like that on you, Jackie, I’d needed to

(save everypony)

check in on everypony.”

“Ah, ‘tweren’t nothin’, Twi, you jus’—oh!” She gasped with a shiver that went down her withers and haunches when Spike pinched one of her exposed nipples, smirking mischievously. “Getting’ a little handsy there with the merchandise, huh?” she snapped at him playfully, hands on her hips.

“Just wanted to make sure the taps on your milk jugs weren’t loose,” the dragon teased back, jeweled eyes glittering, “we wouldn’t want you leaking everywhere you go.”

“Oh, heavens, I do declare, what a travesty that would be!” Applejack guffawed, her whole body rocking in the throes of laughter. All the same, she reached underneath her breast and hefted it upward, as if in offering. “Well perhaps y’all should give it a test, just to be certain. I’m sure you’re plenty parched anyway.” She then did the same for her other breast while shooting an expectant look toward Twilight Sparkle.

The alicorn couldn’t recall any thirst before, but in that moment she did distinctly feel a desire to drink. It was everything that she had ever wanted. She saw the thick mahogany nipple presented to her and distinctly remembered countless such instances that this offer had been made to her. She remembered the sweet nectar with the faint aftertaste of apple and cinnamon flowing past her tongue and down her throat. She watched Spike lean over on the other side and begin to suckle, both parties crooning in delight.

So Twilight Sparkle wasn’t sure why she hesitated to do the same.

It was so

(wrong)

right.

She felt a prickling running along her neck and through her mane. There was something forming in her mind. It was…an idea. The color was foreign to the black that filled her.

(it’s…it’s not…)

“Surprise!”

The alicorn might have jumped if she weren’t far too heavy for such a motion. Applejack and Spike only slowly came out of their reveries to turn their collective attention toward the new pony who had made her presence known.

“Gosh, look at you all, getting the party started without the party pony,” Pinkie Pie said with faux annoyance, clicking her tongue disapprovingly. She couldn’t keep the delight out of her gleaming blue and shadow-filled eyes, though. Nor could she hide the arousal in her penises. The burgundy shaft jutting from her loins preceded her everywhere she went, sticking ahead of her farther than she could reach with her leg sticking out in front of her. It was joined by two more of comparable size that emerged from her breasts in place of where nipples should have been. Each one had a balloon strapped onto their flared tips, in the midst of inflating even as she stood still, notably matching the colors of Applejack, Spike, and Twilight Sparkle. An ominous foreshadowing of things to come, perhaps—Pinkie Pie was certainly not opposed to having living balloons at her parties.

“Well sorry Miss Pie, you make it sound like it’s so easy to help yourself around creatures like these,” Twilight Sparkle replied without voicing any concern for these present circumstances, snorting and giggling, the bubbly sound distorted by the muffling mass of her lips. The others joined in her laughter, but Applejack stopped when the alicorn reached, pressing into her, and squeezed the tip of her nipple between her doughy fingers. The mare switched to cooing in delight, not at all unlike the lowing of a cow, as creamy milk splashed from the porous opening, doubled when Spike opted to do the same on the other side with a mischievous smirk.

“Oh I know, just thinking about all of you was getting me worked up on the way here,” the pink mare replied in her calm, collected, but nonetheless lurid voice. She patted a hand against the base of her groin, and a spasm rocked through her. “Thinking about how much of a blast we were all going to have together really helped me get the lift I needed to get off the ground.”

“You should try to get together an airship business so you can fill the blimps yourself, Ponk,” Spike added jovially.

Pinkie Pie’s face lit up with the brilliance of the idea, eyes and grin widening eagerly, and the balloons already affixed to her creaked as they puffed up larger. “And I’ll send them off to lands unknown with one last puff. Mmm, but I’d need to cum as much as Dashie to be able to do that in any timely manner. Oh, speaking of which!” Brightness touched her expression again, and this time as she continued walking forward she tugged on a thin rope that she held onto, while her other three hands were preoccupied with stroking at the bases of her shafts. “I found our favorite balloon outside, rubbing her ass all over the castle walls.”

“Who you callin’ a balloon, toots? You want me to be makin’ you into one?”

The brash, rough voice was immediately recognizable with its

(out of place)

distinct accent even before its owner came into view. There was a blueish face not quite like that of an average pony. Bare skin glistened in place of fur. The features were rounded and more bulbous, there was no mane and the ears were only nubby approximations thereof. Thick cobalt lips curled into a smile while a trickle of slick rainbow sludge trickled from between them. The head projected straight out from the neck like a feral animal, a neck that was particularly thick and knotted with pulsating veins.

And then came the medial ring, behind which the rope was tied, and a mare, sprawled across the upper shelf of the cock, sound asleep, buttocks and balls dragging behind and barely fitting through the hole in the wall. None of them had learned who the pony attached to Rainbow Dash was, her slumber so deep that even Princess Luna could not enter her dreams, but if she was so comfortable then none of them thought it reasonable to try to wake her.

“Well, well, well, would you look at the fine selection of mares we got here?” Rainbow Dash said, gurgling, with a smirk, tongue lapping at plump lips while beady dark

(why does it have)

eyes regarded each of the room’s inhabitants with gleeful hunger. They, in turn, squirmed in delightful anticipation. Twilight Sparkle was aware of herself drooling from both ends as the shaft stiffly bent toward her, winking before puckering her lips in a kiss which she could almost feel upon her chest. At every gathering, the most immediately pressing question was who would get the privilege of being the first to receive the titanic mottled cyan phallus, and they could each scarcely wait their turn. Sometimes they forewent their own desires and all of them settled for pleasuring the throbbing length together, rubbing and grinding along her until finally she erupted in a vibrant geyser. Other times, they could get creative—Pinkie Pie would sometimes Rainbow Dash between her cheeks, her torso bulging and distending until finally the head emerged again from betwixt the pink mare’s gaping jaws, free for another pony to impale themselves upon.

This image was burned deep into the alicorn’s conscious. She didn’t know from whence it had come, as if she had known it all her

(but)

all her

(it’s only)

all

(been one night)

all her life.

There came a muffled sputter of air from Twilight Sparkle’s closed lips as she stumbled in place and wobbled gelatinously. Her legs had difficulty keeping a standing posture from the girth of her vulva pushing back against them. She wouldn’t have had far to fall, at least, from that same mass easily forming a cushion for her, to say nothing of the cushiony bulk of the rest of her body. Even the folds of her neck were pliant enough that she could simply lean against them and fall asleep. She could do that right now, if she wanted, were she not already deeply entrenched in her own horniness.

“What’s the matter, babe?” Rainbow Dash was closer to her now, not far from slathering her with a kiss and dripping that sweet rainbow cum all over her. “You’re real anxious, ain’t you? How ‘bout I help you loosen up?”

Twilight Sparkle could only grin and squeal giddily in response as another orgasmic tremble rocked through her.

“Ooh, I reckon our princess has got a real hankerin’ for a fillin’ today,” Applejack commented, idly stroking the side of her upper gut, and everypony gave a deep, lascivious rumble of laughter.

“I should hope she’s not going about filling up before getting her fitting!”

The soothing melodic voice calling out alerted them to the sound of approaching hoofsteps. No, not exactly hooves, too thin, more tapping than clopping. A jittery, chaotic rhythm, more than merely two appendages, even more than Applejack’s quadrupedal form. It was a strange noise, but to them it was like a siren call, immediately drawing their attention. They each felt a pang of delight at the notion of so many of them being gathered in one place—nearly all of them now.

Rarity came into view of the hole in the wall, and Twilight Sparkle felt something lurch within her, uncertain of what exactly it was, assuming that it was the part of her which was

(utterly aghast)

swelling in arousal.

And, on the briefest of glances through the hole in the wall on the opposite side of the hallway, that buried part of her dimly registered that there was a glow emanating from the map room.

The white unicorn, like Applejack, had a different anatomical structure below the waist. Unlike Applejack, it was a structure that wasn’t even remotely equine. Six legs folded out from the central mass, ending in long purple shafts that tapered down to points, chitin surfaces gleaming like polished armor. A huge abdomen rose from behind her like a mountain in place of where there would have been a tail, diamond cutie marks emblazoned upon its sides. It was a unique feature for a pony to possess, and a unique point of pride for Rarity, being the source of the silk thread she used for all of her weaving, the finest and most durable clothes in all of Equestria—a feat to be particularly proud of considering the exorbitant proportions of her clientele. Not that she wasn’t also plenty proud of her enormous breasts in much the way that any mare would be, white globes that hung from her chest and completely eclipsed her upper torso.

Of course, Rarity’s own proportions were particularly exorbitant. Standing even taller than Spike when he was fully upright, she had to duck down to fit through the opening in the wall. At the same time, as she walked forward into the (increasingly cramped) bedroom, one leg after another, the breasts that lined her underside bumped against the lower rim of the aperture, dragging across the debris that still covered the floor. She loomed over the other ponies, but they had no shame in crowding around her, eager to be in her presence. It was a good thing that Rarity had the sense of a fashionista and showmare to know how to appropriately pose and present herself, giving sidelong glances to her admirers so they could see past her muzzle-occluding lips, batting the lashes of her four dark eyes, blue-streaked purple mane bobbing.

“My my, here I was worrying that you all would have started without me, and now I discover that you were so patiently waiting that you can’t keep your hands off me,” she mused aloud with a chortle, poised in spite of the muffling effect of her lips, and she reached out to stroke the head of Rainbow Dash, prodding and drooling against one of her thighs.

“Ooh, whatcha got there, Rares?” Pinkie Pie asked as she came close, and with one of her penises she gestured to a bag that the white pony had slung over her shoulder. “Party favors? Some new toys for us to play with?”

“Hmm?” Rarity looked in the same direction, and for a moment her expression faltered, however subtly, stricken by a flash of confusion. It was as if she hadn’t even been aware that she was carrying anything. Just as quickly, that uncertainty was gone, and she said, “Oh, just some new garments that I spent the past few hours whipping up. I thought we could try them on and see what happens!”

Twilight Sparkle cooed with delighted curiosity. Rarity’s skills lay in not just crafting but in enchanting, weaving magic directly into her garments. She had produced glittering sashes and baubles which had the most wonderful effects on the ponies who wore them. They would revel in the sensations of swelling and stretching as their flesh bubbled, expanding outward into whole new shapes. The alicorn found her hands now reaching not for the unicorn’s myriad bosoms but for the bag, unable to restrain her excitement for what it might have to offer.

She couldn’t fathom why there was a sense of doubt gnawing at the back of her mind. She didn’t even know what “doubt” was.

“It was taking so long, I almost worried that I wouldn’t even be ready in time,” Rarity laughed again as she began to reach into the bag, “I thought that you all would be deep in your passions already, but it turns out that I’m not even the last—”

A wall crashed inward (again). Crystalline shards scattered across the floor, originating from where there had been a window before. Spike and Applejack, who had been closest, gasped and whinnied respectively as chunks of debris bounced against them, though less out of shock than the stimulation that came from the touch against their sensitive derrieres. Everypony wheeled about to see what the explosive intrusion was about, though internally they were already aware of exactly who it was. The resonating force that bound them together was flaring at its brightest.

Brushing the dust from her with a shrug of her hulking shoulders and broad wings, Fluttershy loomed within the closed confines of the bedroom. Even taller than Rarity, she was barely to stand upright, hunching forward with her fuchsia lips mashed against her own cleavage. There was so much of the pegasus to take in all at once. The girth of her chest and loins projecting in front of her were most immediately pressing. Behind that, there was the corded musculature that comprised her frame, bulging in knots of sinewy flesh that pulsed under the surface of her skin with every breath, every slight movement prompting a wave of tensing contractions. Huge wings hung behind her back, their vast span easily capable of giving her lift in spite of her phenomenal size, or coming handy for embracing another pony where her arms and breasts were insufficient, draping over a lover in the slumber that followed coitus.

And that wasn’t even taking into account the smell. Musk rolled off of Fluttershy, so intense and vivid that it produced rippling pink shimmers like a heat mirage. Flowery sweet fragrance edged with bitterness that rankled the nostrils, plunging through the sinuses and into the brain. Everypony was teetering on the edge of orgasm within seconds, breath running hot within their chests. There was no opportunity to question why the pegasus hadn’t simply used the front door to get in.

“Oh…” one of the plump nipple-mouths said in a long, yearning gasp, before the other finished, “Twilight…”

The bedroom became a flurry of movement, jiggling and rippling and splashing.

Fluttershy surged forward. Ponies and dragon alike were pushed aside with little effort, the yellow mare’s cock and balls acting like a plow. Or it might have been more like the contact with those heavenly bodies prompted them to momentarily lose control of themselves, balance disrupted long enough to tilt and fall away. Applejack’s knees wobbled, haunches dropping so that her lower gut rested upon the floor, and she fanned her face with one hand as if caught in the midst of a hot summer day. Spike licked at his lips as he watched the tremulous bobbing motions of her breasts, not bothering to shift so that the pointed tips of his dual cocks wouldn’t prod against them when she went by. Pinkie Pie giggled and babbled as she settled not for being pushed aside but instead hopping on top of the testicles going by, nestling into the crux between shoulder and bosom. Rarity and Rainbow Dash watched with bated breath and amused leers as the pegasus loomed over Twilight Sparkle, whose heart fluttered in her chest. There was no eye contact, but she still distinctly felt the mare’s gaze focused upon her, staring through the walls of lip on both of their muzzles.

And then they were upon each other. Fluttershy’s kiss utterly smothered the alicorn, turning her world into one of slimy gloss and slurping and sucking and smacking, try though she might in vain to reciprocate the gesture, pushing back with fervorous desire. Her flabby mass was nothing in the face of those monolithic mammaries, strong hands gripping at her folds and squeezing and kneading, as if trying to reshape her into a whole new form. The throbbing length of a shaft was pressed against her swollen nether lips, not yet inserted but oh so tantalizingly close, ready to pierce deep into the moist caverns with its equal moistness.

“I waited so long for you,” her nipples spoke again while indistinct moaning muffles rose up from her throat. “I couldn’t bear to wait any longer.”

Twilight Sparkle fell back, not that there was much difference between standing and sitting, her buttocks forming a twofold cushy mass that would put most sofas to shame. She found herself confused, for the briefest of moments, even though she certainly wasn’t about to start complaining about this turn of events. She didn’t know what Fluttershy was referring to. They had spoken to each other previously, just a couple hours ago, hadn’t they? The circumstances surrounding this meeting were fuzzy, though. Flesh and warmth and damp pervaded her thoughts.

She had gone to Fluttershy’s cottage.

It had been…important.

But why?

And then the confusion was gone and neither of them could have remembered what happened. Surely they had a quick rut and that was the end of it. All that mattered was now. All that mattered was their passion.

“Gosh, Twily, just how much fun did you get up to while you were out and about?” More soft breast flesh pressed into her as Spike sidled up next to her, his teasing voice a whisper tickling at her ear.

“Not as much fun as we’re going to have now, that’s for sure,” Pinkie Pie mused, her voice remaining level even while a lusting growl rumbled in her throat. She tugged on the balloons attached to her cocks, removing them one by one, preparing to make use of them for other purposes.

“Ooh, how delightful! I know we dreadfully need to make up for the time that we missed earlier, darling!” Rarity exclaimed while walking forward with an undulating sway that ran from one set of hips to the next. The bag and its contents went forgotten once more.

Twilight Sparkle felt herself sweltering, drenched in sweat. There was an inferno in the depths of her gut, boiling her to melting. The seven of them were packed together in the limited space of the bedroom, and each one of them was steadily growing hotter and hotter. Soon enough it would be like they were in a sauna. She felt pulsating shafts and cushy breasts and moist lips pressing into her all at once. The deluge of sensory input was as blissful as it was maddening.

Why, then, did she feel like this was not what she wanted?

Anticipation rocked through her as Fluttershy broke off their kiss with a wet pop, backing away so that they could each reorient themselves. She pushed Twilight Sparkle further backward, into Rarity’s waiting embrace, cradling her within her billowing bosom, leaning over to offer gentle kisses while murmuring into her ears, plans for dresses and accessories that were yet to come. This was almost enough to keep her from noticing the bleating cry when Rainbow Dash drifted over toward Fluttershy, intercepting her before she could spear between those bloated purple mounds, interjecting something about how it had been her turn first. This filled her with an anticipation that was not nearly as pleasant as she might have expected, and she didn’t have the slightest idea why. She was more than capable of taking them at the same time, and all of Spike and Pinkie Pie’s collected penises for good measure.

Fluttershy responded by grabbing Rainbow Dash by her base. Multicolored cum immediately sprayed all over her and the other gathered ponies, up until the pegasus rammed the giant phallus down her throat, jaws stretching effortlessly to make passage for her, throat and chest distending down to her stomach. Her nipples giggled as she wasted no time in continuing with the motions she’d been preparing for before, holding Twilight Sparkle by the waist while she nestled the tip of her shaft into the drooling folds between her legs. A wriggle shook through her, as if she were trying to get away, but she couldn’t imagine why a desire to do such would occur to her.

Especially not when the insertion finally came, piercing into the depths of the alicorn’s being. She cried out ecstatically long before the wet slap that came from Fluttershy slamming into her groin. It felt like a tree trunk being crammed into her. Surely it ought to have ruptured her, split her at the seams, pulverized her to putty, but no, the shaft pushed through the flab of her gut to make an indentation on the other side as it impossibly stretched her womb. This was a daily activity for her, she only got better and better at it with each repetition.

There was another shout as Pinkie Pie leapt on top of Twilight Sparkle’s stomach. At the same time that Fluttershy began to thrust, rhythmically bucking backward and forward, the earth pony shoved the length between her legs into the alicorn’s navel, pressing until there was only a layer of flesh between her flared tip and the other shaft that was inside. She laid down and spread her arms wide, a hugging embrace that encompassed as much of the purple girth as she could reach while lifting her hips upward in a laborious arc that ended with crashing back down.

Applejack stood beside Fluttershy, leaning into the broad column of her leg with its knotted muscles and the churning wrecking balls that were her testicles. Her breasts and rounded, taut gut pressed into the yellow surface, grinding up and down. Her lips were moving as she spoke, and though her words couldn’t be discerned over the surrounding chaos, Twilight Sparkle felt aware of the encouraging intent in them, egging the pegasus on. She leaned over and planted a kiss upon the base of the titanic shaft.

Fluttershy herself showed no conscious reaction, single-mindedly focused on rutting the mare in front of her, even as she continued to gurgle on the length that was stuffed down her gullet. A gut of her own was filling out the space underneath her breasts, swallowing her abs, as she filled with torrents of semen. Rainbow Dash’s balls and buttocks were jammed against the ceiling, now starting to crumble. The sleeping mare muttered something in her slumber.

“Isn’t this simply marvelous, darling?” Rarity’s thin fingers teased at Twilight Sparkle’s thick neck and cheek, pressing in to brush over the nearly unnoticeable line of her jaw.

“It’s all we’ve ever wanted, right, Twily?” Spike held her in his embrace, reaching around to encompass one breast so that he could place the sharp tip of his claw against the sensitive nipple.

Twilight Sparkle could do nothing more than moan passionately as her arousal flared in her brain, coursing along her spine, wings trembling.

She felt every one of them. The resonance of the ties that bound them together burned brighter than ever.

Her closest friends.

Her dearest brother.

She wanted nothing more than this.

She

(hated)

loved it.

A cacophony of voices cried out in frenzied howls of delight as the seven each climaxed in their own way, their love for each other at its strongest.

= = = = =

…

Had the circumstances been any different

On any other world

For any other group of friends

That might have been the end of it

…

= = = = =

Wicked laughter boomed around them.

Twilight Sparkle stood proud and defiant as she stared up at the figure sitting on the crystal throne. The dark stallion wore armor and regalia that were as resplendently regal as they were cruelly imposing. His mane billowed like inky plumes of shadow, curled red horn crackling with arcane energy, and he glowered vehemently upon his opponents with eyes of crimson and jade. He stood from the throne and cast out his cape with a dramatic flourish.

“How can I be surprised,” Sombra said mockingly, baring his sharp teeth in a grin, “when I’m waiting to show all of you your greatest fear?”

She made the signal to the others, to use the Elements of Harmony, but it was too late, the evil king had been prepared for their intrusion. It took but a single pulse of his dark magic to ensnare all of them in his power. Twilight Sparkle did what she could to resist it, but her reflexive wards couldn’t come up quickly enough, and she felt like there were needles being driven in behind her temples.

Everything went black.

Twilight Sparkle found herself sitting on a throne, overlooking a broad chamber filled with ponies. She immediately recognized the grand, ornate architecture of Canterlot Castle. The throne room, specifically. She had occasionally stood here by Princess Celestia’s side while she was conducting court, absorbing the banter of the nobility and those who came to beseech the crown for aid, occasionally even offering her own input. But now she was the one sitting in the throne, and all the ponies in the hall were looking up at her, expectant and reverent.

It filled her heart with…something.

The crown felt heavy upon her brow, her dress tight and constricting around her frame.

“What’s wrong, Twilight?” The gentle voice of Celestia called to her as a hand touched upon her shoulder.

“I don’t know,” she muttered back, “something about this just…doesn’t feel right. I don’t…feel right…being here.”

Celestia hummed thoughtfully. “And where do you suppose you would rather be?”

“Anywhere but here.” She felt her mouth moving on its own accord. “As long as I can have somepony to make out with.”

(no)

“I agree, dear.” The other mare’s voice suddenly sounded…different. Muffled and indistinct.

That hand pulled on her, urging her to turn to the side, and Twilight Sparkle was met with the sight of Celestia’s face. Except there wasn’t a face, because it was all eclipsed by an enormous set of indigo-painted lips.

She expressed no alarm at this, if anything it made her all the more eager for the kiss as they leaned into each other, and the purple pony’s dress fell apart around her, making room for a cascade of flesh as her bloated body made itself known.

(that’s not what happened)

The illusion fell away around Twilight Sparkle, and she emerged as she was meant to be. Ludicrously obese, four arms, wall of gloss rising in front of her muzzle, swollen labia crammed between her legs. Very, very naked.

Filled with dark.

She sensed that her friends were the same. She could smell the lust and passion that radiated from them. The power of their romantic desire welled up within her breast.

“Well, Sombra, it looks like your little party trick failed,” she said with a giggle, her gelatinous frame wobbling.

“Hmph! I don’t know how you girls keep getting away with it,” Sombra snorted back, hands planted on his very broad hips. His disappointment was strong enough that it seemed to have caused his erection to wilt, drooping just slightly. His fat lips were curled into a sneer.

“Come on, let’s get him!” somepony said, probably Rainbow Dash, ever the eager one.

And so they had defeated the nefarious King Sombra by smothering him into submission and rutting him silly. Fun times were had by all.

(that’s not)

Gravity yanked on Twilight Sparkle, just an inch to the side.

She stood in the gloomy vaulted council chamber of the Equestria Education Association, beseeching them for permission to found the School of Friendship, in which ponies and creatures from all across Equestria could come together and learn the value of putting aside their differences and ogling each other’s fat tits. Chancellor Neighsay was staunchly opposed to this at first, being a proud stallion of tradition who was only interested in performing the missionary position with his giant cock stuffed into a mare’s loins. By then, though, Twilight Sparkle had become very good at persuading other ponies, so it had only taken a few minutes of letting him rail her belly button for him to become more amenable to the idea of different positions. Though they had still kept going with the rest of the council for several hours after that, just for good measure.

Her hooves fell out from under her and a hazy green glow came into being around her. Clicking and chittering filled her ears as Queen Chrysalis draped herself across the expanse of the alicorn’s body. Her glossy black chitin gleamed in the light, though not as much as the dark green paint of her lips and eyeshadow. The changelings were doing everything in their power to pleasure and pamper the princess and her assorted friends. Chrysalis herself was preparing to offer one of her many swollen teats with their luminescent milky lime nectar for her to sup on. The changelings wanted to have them and their love all to themselves, but it would prove to be too potent even for the dread queen to handle, and the shapeshifting creatures released them and recanted their ways.

Starlight Glimmer pulled Twilight Sparkle through the currents of time, dancing from one timeline to the next. Each one offered so many different variations on ponies and concepts she was already familiar with. So many ponies for her to grope and smooch and be plowed by.

Twilight Sparkle absorbed all the power and all the delectable mass of the princesses of Equestria so she could effortlessly squash Lord Tirek underneath her ass.

(no…no…)

Everything was slipping away from her.

Motes of light danced around her, plumes of dust swept up in gusts of wind. Desperately, she reached for them, to hold them, but it was a futile effort. She couldn’t hold onto it all, even with four hands, her motions too languid. They stung when she touched them, as if she were catching angry hornets with her bare hands. They were painful memories. Hardships and struggles. The bitter emptiness of the wedding in Canterlot. The friendship lesson incident. The chaos inflicted on her by Discord. The disappointment of the Grand Galloping Gala. She hated these moments of her life. She didn’t know why she was guarding them so preciously.

And, before long, the fragments of memory and idea flitted from her grasp despite her best efforts. All of it was ironed over with breasts and penises and asses and sex. Purple and blue and black.

(why are you doing this)

The question echoed into the void. Twilight Sparkle didn’t know what answer she might have expected to receive, or from whom it would be given.

She was hurled aside.

They stood together before Nightmare Moon. The dark alicorn laughed and trembled and shook, a gargantuan mass of dark flesh, scarcely capable of physical movement or reaching beyond the bounds of herself. It should have been absurd to think that such a creature could pose any kind of threat, but nopony paid mind to such considerations. Twilight Sparkle and her friends were each plenty absurd on their own, after all, all endowments and sexual excess.

(let me feel them)

The Elements of Harmony swirled around the six ponies, followed by bright rainbow light as they surged with power, forming into an enormous hard-light dildo which they would ram into Nightmare Moon until—

“—hold—your—”

(wait)

This time Twilight Sparkle reached out and she held tight to the metaphysical fabric that made up her mind. The scene froze in time with the seven of them surrounded by the storm of magical power. She could no longer remember what that moment was supposed to look like.

(had Spike been there)

But she could distinctly recognize the resonance of the Elements of Harmony. In the years since then, there had been plenty of opportunity to experiment with the nature of the Elements and the magic of Harmony which flowed through them. She knew now that the physical Elements, those little trinkets they had held so dear, had never truly mattered. They understood that now more than ever, now that they had been destroyed. It was a magic which had been inside them, fostered by the strength of their bonds.

Even in this moment, in which they all wanted to rut each other’s brains out, those bonds remained.

No matter what, they were friends.

“Applejack!” she shouted.

The orange mare snapped to attention, flowing golden hair billowing around her.

“Fluttershy!”

The yellow giant gasped and sputtered, tensing as she shuddered.

“Rarity!”

The white multi-legged hybrid looked to her expectantly, eyes gleaming.

“Pinkie!”

The pink pony smiled and gave a warm chuckle full of bubbling mirth.

“Rainbow!”

The blue cock didn’t react, but the sleeping mare twitched, eyelids fluttering open.

“Spike!”

The purple dragon met her gaze with a look of bewilderment.

“Please, I need you now more than ever!” Twilight Sparkle cried. She could sense the memory buckling under the pressure of the shadows trying to get in and compartmentalize it with all the others. “Give me all that you have!”

As one, they made their affirmation clear.

The rainbow light turned inward, refocusing itself upon the swollen mare. She had felt this once before, on the day of her ascension. The raw power of Harmony cascaded through her, igniting her nerves and her senses. The world opened up before her.

The scene fell apart around her, letting loose bolts of light that chased away the writhing dark.

= = = = =

Cool air. Warm blankets. Familiar smell. The gloom of night.

Twilight Sparkle lay in her bed.

Mere hours ago, this had occurred. There was no phoenix squawking in her ear to wake her up, though. The castle was quiet. Nothing was awry.

No. There was much that was awry. There was much that she had to attend to. She threw off the blankets and moved to roll out of the mattress.

Something held fast to her.

She looked back and saw a glistening, roiling mat of tar-like blackness that spread across the bed. It adhered to her side, enveloping her arm and pulling on her leg.

“Let go,” the alicorn said sternly.

As if in defiance, the gunk lashed out with more tendrils, seeking to cover more of her and pull her back down.

It took but a thought to release a pulse of magenta energy that washed over both herself, prying away the clinging ooze, and the central mass on the bed, throwing it off all at once with a splat as it impacted against the wall. Twilight Sparkle threw herself over the mattress and onto the floor, her horn shining with another spell ready to cast, her wings spread wide. She looked down upon the dark shape with fire in her eyes. It shrank from her, pressing into the corner where floor met wall. In the illumination that her magic provided, she was faintly able to discern that there was a shape within the morass. Possibly bipedal, but the anatomy was elongated, and difficult to parse from the way it appeared to hunch over and clutch at itself. There was a head on a long neck that seemed turned away, unwilling to meet her gaze.

Afraid. It was afraid of her.

And yet, even though there was no face, no expressions that could be identified, she felt there was something else about it. Sadness. Melancholy. Hurt.

There was one brief moment in which she had the distinct impression that the shadow “looked” at her. There was no reproach, only profound disappointment.

After several tense seconds, Twilight Sparkle allowed her posture to relax, and her magic diminished to a mere illumination spell. The shadow remained curled in a ball but no longer shivered so violently, wisps of smoke stilling so that its form could coalesce.

“…I’m sorry,” she muttered, shoulders heaving with a long sigh. “You were only trying to help, weren’t you?”

The shadow sagged.

“You thought it would be better for us to forget, and…to bury it all under…pleasure.” The idea still made her nostrils rankle in disgust, but she felt at last like she understood.

There was a motion that might have been a nod from the dark mass, but it was difficult to tell as it continued to wilt.

Twilight Sparkle held a hand to her chest, felt the beating of her heart within. “I don’t wish to be…condescending of whatever values you might have, but…I’m afraid that’s something we simply can’t do. We need to remain who we are.” Kneeling down, she then reached out and gently placed her other hand over the shadow’s shoulder (or approximation thereof). It radiated a dull warmth. It was damp, but it no longer stuck to her.

A low whisper came from the dark figure.

“This is what you were meant to be.”

And then it collapsed, all shape disintegrating as it fell to the floor in a puddle. Before Twilight Sparkle could determine how she should act, the black had already faded away completely, leaving no trace behind.

She should have felt victorious, but elation eluded her.

Slowly, she stood back to her hooves. Now that there were no more pressing matters to divide her attention, she could see that there was nothing else out of the ordinary in the bedroom. The gloom enshrouding the chamber was only broken by light emanating from under the door that led out into the castle’s central hallway.

She could also take notice of her reflection in a mirror that stood by the dresser. It was only in this moment that it dawned on her that she had returned to her original, proper shape. Slim purple mare, perfectly modest in every way aside from her alicornhood. No extra arms. No swollen bits. She wore the underwear that she had left the castle in, garments more than capable of accommodating her reasonable frame. It hadn’t occurred to her that there was any need to think of something as being out of the ordinary, of no longer being burdened by that tremendous bulk and raw libidinous instinct, since this was what the default should have been.

But there was something that remained unusual. Before her eyes, she could see the colors of her mane and tail shifting. The streaks of purple and violet stretched and warped across the midnight blue canvas, blurring into each other. Stains of black were mixed within, shifting seamlessly across the individual fibers.

“Your colors are running together.”

Twilight Sparkle didn’t understand what this meant beyond one thing: that it remained within her, in some capacity. She would cross the bridge of uncovering and resolving that dilemma when she had to. There were more pressing matters for her to attend to.

“They helped me,” she said decisively as she strode across the room, “now it’s my turn to help them.”

She opened the door.

No more running away.

Author's Note

We have always lived in this palace.

Thematic music for your consideration.

This was one of the scenes I had been most looking forward to writing. There's supposed to be a distinct sense of disorientation through this sequence of events to reflect Twilight Sparkle's state of mind. How successful it was...may be up for debate. Especially in regard to Rainbow Dash--it's supposed to be that, as far as they know, the penis is Rainbow Dash, the pony is just a background detail.

Speaking of Rainbow Dash, there's probably some irony that I gave up on the old idea for her only to then go for something even weirder. I didn't really know what I was doing for the penis's accent, I originally said it was a Brooklyn (Bronclyn) accent, but I think it's bleeding too much into a Chicago accent, so in the end I just didn't specify it.

Applejack probably should have had crotchtits, but since most character interactions have been from the perspective of Twilight approaching them head-on there wasn't really a good opportunity to talk about her rear end and I ultimately just dropped it. Also it occurred to me that having a taur be pregnant in both the upper and lower torsos doesn't really make sense unless there's a separate vulva for each, otherwise there would have to be some kind of weird segmented uterus that goes along the length of the body. Not that taurs really make much sense to begin with.

Rarity as spidertaur was inevitably inspired by the works of the artist DrakonST, though it was actually originally something I wanted to do for the Decaverse Nightmare Night last year.

I swear I wasn't thinking of Saddle Rager when I thought of making Fluttershy hyper muscular, it was just what seemed like a good evolution to me.

Buckle in everyone, we're going to get real next time.

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