Author's Note

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1 — Foreplay

Equestria had been conquered.

Even the Elements of Harmony had been helpless against the overwhelming combined might of its greatest enemies, who just so happened to be amazon-sized, gorgeous mares with curves which could very well be classified as weapons.

Daybreaker. Nightmare Moon. Queen Umbra. Queen Chrysalis.

The four conquerors—heavy-chested, utterly dangerous mares, the smallest of them clocking in at 9' tall, and only getting bigger from there—surrounded the massive oaken table that represented the core of what had once been Princess Celestia’s room for urgent political planning and action. A detailed map of Equestria and its neighboring regions had been set into the table. The room was well-lit, with large windows providing all the light that was needed.

For now, anyway. Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon had formed an uneasy alliance, but there was no doubt that—sooner or later—they’d start squabbling about the whole ‘eternal day’ vs. ‘eternal night’ thing, and neither of them would be willing to make any concessions. The scorching hot sun stood high in the sky, partially covered by the moon, a sign representing their truce.

But for the time being none of that mattered.

It was time for the winners to claim the spoils of war, and divide Equestria between them. Each of them was more than ready to use every trick in the book to ensure that she’d come out ahead.

Mere minutes in they were already bickering, huffing, and squabbling. Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon both wanted Canterlot, and similarly neither Umbra nor Chrysalis were willing to give up their claim on the Crystal Empire, nor on the pretty pink pony princess contained within. This was going to take a while.

But unfortunately for them, their important meeting was about to have an unscheduled interruption, for that was when the alicorn-sized double doors slammed open, and a familiar voice echoed through the hall.

“You will NOT get away with this!”

The hissing and bickering stopped. Four heads turned towards the entrance, staring at the stallion brave, bold, and stupid enough to challenge their rule. Said stallion found himself staring up at a set of towering villains—none of whom seemed even remotely concerned about the intruder. No wonder. Mares like them devoured stallions of his size for breakfast.

The raised eyebrows and upturned lips suggested that, if anything, they were glad someone had come to interrupt their bickering.

Dusk Shine. The Element of Magic. The stallion who had somehow thwarted their plans again, and again, and again over the years, usually using 'the magic of friendship' or some other nonsensical, underhanded hogwash.

That he'd come to present himself on a silver platter merely meant that they wouldn't have to hunt him down.

Empress Daybreaker stirred her cup of tea. She stared right at Dusk. Dusk stared back. She smirked.

Queen Umbra was the first to speak. "Go on." She seemed utterly unimpressed. Almost bored, even.

The answer caught Dusk off-guard, but he just stomped his hoof and retained his combative stance, then directed his voice at Daybreaker.

"Princess Celestia! Please! I don't know what they've done to you, but...but...I know that you're still in there! You remember me, right? Together we can fix all of this!"

His defiant shout was met with deafening silence.

Laughter followed. Daybreaker's laughter was shrill, maniacal distortion of Celestia's, and shook Dusk to the bone. He winced.

"Please, Celestia...you can't be serious, I know that...you're still in there, and..."

"You really have no idea, do you?" Daybreaker regarded him with a look, she seemed almost disappointed by his demeanor. "Oh Dusk, your naivety is almost remarkable. I chose this. But..." Daybreaker licked her lips. "Don't worry. I'll make sure to take excellent care of my little student, even as the rest of Canterlot burns down until nothing but ash is left."

Dusk Shine wilted in front of them. He'd known that this was going to be difficult, but he really was completely and utterly outmatched. Surely Daybreaker was just lying to him, toying with him to break his spirit...or...or...maybe he was completely right, and Celestia was just putting on an act, and waiting for the right time to strike? He had to stay strong.

Maybe an opportunity would present itself. Or maybe he'd just have to wait for the right moment, flee, and try to retake the Elements of Harmony or free his friends.

Dusk took a few deep, deep breaths and gathered his courage. His eyes darted from mare to mare.

Nightmare Moon. The mare in the moon regarded Dusk with a wide, toothy grin. Her fangs glistened. Her slitted eyes were glued to Dusk’s. If she’d be able to get her hands on him, she’d turn his life into a living nightmare, that much was clear.

There was just one minor issue.

Nightmare Moon’s ‘bone-chilling’ look was completely and utterly undermined by the fact that every single inch of her voluptuous body oozed with exaggerated, dick-stiffening sexuality. From the long legs, fertile thighs and chair-straining ass, to the utterly absurd pair of heaving, barely-hidden tits, Nightmare Moon looked like a teenage colt’s perverted fantasy, not like a terrifying dream spectre.

The fact that she was overcompensating for her past as the 'lesser sister' by showing far, far more skin than was necessary didn’t help either.

Where Luna had always been smaller, ‘lesser’ than her sister, Nightmare Moon one-upped her in every single regard, and her presentation was shameless and confident, well-aware that she could keep up with Princess Celestia with ease. She was sitting on Luna’s old chair, and her demanding hips threatened to cause irreversible damage to its frame. Her breasts were several times as big as her head, and bulged past the rim of the flimsy piece of cloth that carried them. The outline of her nipples hinted through the fabric.

Every jet-black inch of her voluptuous body oozed with femininity, as if to taunt admirers with what they would never get to touch.

Dusk barely even managed to tear his eyes away from her.

Queen Umbra was leaning against a pillar, her body making it more than clear that she was every bit the warrior she presented herself as. Her arms were crossed beneath her bust, putting further emphasis on her large tits. Not quite as stacked as Nightmare Moon—or any of the mares, for that matter—but everything about her just radiated with strength. This was a mare who trained rigorously, and who’d put more effort into maintaining her body than Princess Celestia ever had. This was a mare who could armwrestle stallions into submission using a fraction of her strength, crush stones to dust between her thighs, and who—in spite of all that—still practically oozed of fertility and femininity. The embodiment of both a goddess of war and fertility, she would make for a prime broodmare, if she ever let someone knock her up. As Dusk entered she merely cocked a brow, and stayed silent. She had no need to ‘show off’, or to be the first to confront their challenger.

Queen Chrysalis had no such qualms. She sat opposite to Nightmare Moon, and had swiveled towards Dusk as he’d entered. She chittered with delight, and stared Dusk down with the suggestive look of a succubus, daring him to make eye-contact.

Sensuality was her domain, after all, and every inch of her body dripped with unrestrained sexuality, the kind of greedy, selfish libido that left stallions sucked dry and hollow.

Her hourglass was about as exaggerated as Nightmare’s, but Chrysalis was even more top heavy. In fact, Dusk could’ve sworn that—the instant she’d seen him enter—her obscene breasts had grown even bigger, as if the changeling queen just had to be the single bustiest mare in the room as long as a potential victim was present. Her top strained, and looked to be on the verge of tearing apart, but that didn’t seem to bother her. Chrysalis put her hands beneath her immense tits, lifting them with her palms, while the sheer amount of wobbling breastmeat threatened to smother her fingers completely. She spread her legs, and let out an amused coo, wondering what it’d take to make Dusk respond to her teasing.

Even Nightmare Moon’s appearance had a certain regality to it; Chrysalis’ could merely be described as pornographic.

That left Daybreaker.

The sun goddess sat at the end of the table, facing Dusk. Everything about her radiated with nature-given power and confidence. Her fingers formed a tent. The air surrounding her wobbled with warmth, heated up by her fiery, billowing mane.

Princess Celestia had always been the poster child of a fertility goddess, but Daybreaker had several cup sizes on her, and her breasts firmly rested on her end of the table. Her gold-orange outfit accentuated her curves, and the milk that dribbled from her nipples had left moist patches in the fabric. Where Celestia’s presence was warm and put you at ease, Daybreaker’s threatened to smother you with heat, and felt like a wildfire that might grow out of control the instant you weren’t paying attention.

She stared at Dusk with an arrogant sneer. Dusk remained defiant. C-c'mon Celestia, I know that you're still in there...!

Silence.

None of them had been concerned in the first place, and his exchange with Daybreaker had merely left the villains more certain of their inevitable victory.

Daybreaker looked amused. Umbra regarded him with a calculating glare, her posture relaxing the instant it was clear that he’d come alone. She evidently didn’t view him as a threat. Queen Chrysalis made an obscene gesture. The only one who looked even remotely annoyed by Dusk’s presence was Nightmare Moon, and she merely sneered at him, staring at him with the kind of disgust most mares reserved for rats or insects.

“You are NOT going to get away with this!” Dusk repeated. His voice had lost some of its righteous fury. “Talk to me! Y-you don’t need to do this! I am not here to fight, I just want to help you! Celesta, I don't know what they have done to you, but...” He swallowed nervously. He really was utterly and completely outnumbered. They had already captured his friends, and the Elements of Harmony, and now he was all alone, facing a threat greater than he ever could have imagined.

“We will see about that, worm.” Nightmare Moon yanked Dusk into the air with a wink of her magic. He dangled in front of the villains like a puppet.

Before Dusk had any chance to free himself, Daybreaker sealed his magic. She’d trained him for over half his life, and knew him in and out. Putting an impenetrable barrier between Dusk’s will and his arcane power was as easy as taking candy from a foal.

Fuck.

His gaze fell onto Daybreaker, squirming and dangling in the air, and hoping that—deep down—Princess Celestia was still there and going to save him. “Celestia, please! L-Luna!”

“Silence, worm. The only reason why you still have your tongue is that you’re more useful whole.” Nightmare Moon licked her lips, sharp teeth glinting in the light. She was enjoying this. Seeing him squirm. “We have not forgotten about your transgression. A thousand years of banishment is far too gentle a punishment."

Dusk squirmed. “Look, I don’t want to fight! Let us just talk this out, and—”

Nightmare turned to the others, and sneered at Daybreaker. “...This is your student? Your strongest? We have clearly overestimated him. Look at him now. He’s weak. Effeminate. Half as tall as We are. He has come here alone, without a plan, evidently believing things will somehow turn out in his favor. Hah!”

Nightmare Moon shook her head.

Umbra let out a snort. “Imprison him. We have more important matters to attend to. If you really want to waste your time toying with a colt rather than expanding your realm, do it when it's not wasting my time."

Nightmare Moon hissed.

Queen Chrysalis quickly chimed in. “Wait. I want to see him squirm first. Sorry for wasting your val~uable time, Umby, buuut a changeling queen has needs."

Her horn glowed up, and Dusk felt the grip of her magic. She was tugging at him, or rather at his clothes.

"Wait, don't..."

Queen Chrysalis merely licked her fangs, admiring the sight of their prisoner dangling above them.

"Or what, colt? Are you worried I'll tell all of Equestria just how..." She smacked her lips. "...little of a stallion their prince truly is?"

Chrysalis was dead-set on humiliating him. Dusk’s clothes were torn to shreds, the tatters falling towards the floor.

Several jaws dropped.

Oh no, he's hung.

The villains found themselves staring at what could only be described as the biggest, fattest horsecock anyone of them had ever seen, which—considering their combined age and experience—said a lot. The monster swaying between his legs was record-shattering, a veritable third leg that looked utterly out of place on his otherwise ordinary body.

Four sets of eyes were glued to their victim’s stallionhood, trailing along its obscene girth down towards the flare. Even at its thinnest point it was thicker than one of his arms, and the medial ring and flare each had an additional inch of womb-scraping thickness. It was veiny, virile, and utterly masculine, in stark contrast to its owner, who could nearly pass for a petite mare on a good day.

It was as if every little bit of Dusk’s masculinity had gone straight towards his cock, leaving just about nothing for the rest of the femcolt. The flare hung well beyond his knees. Each of his balls looked swollen with pent-up, repressed virility.

Alicorn-virility.

The villains were looking at his dick. Really, looking wasn’t the right word: Stared was more like it. Awkward silence had fallen over the room, as the towering villain-bitches struggled to come to terms with this new reality.

As a terrifying 9'+ tall villain bitch, your options when it came to sexual partners were surprisingly limited. Sure, technically you get to pick any stallion you fancy, and he'll have no choice but to work as hard as he can to please you...It's just that the ordinary stallion just doesn't have the stamina to keep up. He'll either tap out, or he's going to be too terrified to even get it up in the first place. Neither made for a satisfying experience.

And that's not even accounting for the fact that most were just far too woefully equipped to handle an amazon-sized villain bitch that eats stallions like him for breakfast.

All four of them were thinking the same thing.

This stupidly fat beast of a dick might just be enough to scratch that itch.

It is not much of a surprise that mares like them—proper, haughty villains through-and-through—generally come with a sexual appetite that puts dragons in heat to shame. If you're used to a court of groveling servants, and to having every little of your greedy whims satisfied at a single of your words, then the utter lack of half-decent stallion-dick out there was nothing short of infuriating. It's no wonder that—among the many stories ponies share about them—those of say, Nightmare Moon "taming" entire barracks of stallions throughout hours upon hours of shameless sex were amongst the most popular and terrifying ones. And needless to say, every single of these tales ended with a ominous "...And even that was not enough to sate her."

Consequently, any stallion remotely capable of keeping up in the bedroom was more than just a potential mate, he was a trophy, and worth his weight in gold. A villain bitch was not going to be satisfied with anything less than the best.

As for Dusk, well...if this was 'the best', then he was lacking. Safe for the monumental pillar of a horsecock swaying between his thighs, he looked like he would break apart the instant one of them played rough, which was not a good sign.

Really, he barely looked like a proper stallion at all. He looked like a nerd. An ordinary, outright girly 'colt' of a stallion, whose pelvis was presumably going to shatter into a thousand pieces the instant they decided to take his immense, womb-knocking horsecock for a ride.

But naturally, for now none of them were willing to admit that they’d want Dusk as their share of the spoils of war. That’d merely make bargaining more difficult.

Queen Chrysalis licked her lips. She’d had minotaurs before, but this here put even them to shame. Dusk was about as big without even being hard. She pulled her gaze away from his cock, and stared towards the other mares. They exchanged a few glances. There was a hint of a blush on Nightmare’s cheeks. Umbra looked as stern as ever. Daybreaker looked smug, visibly amused that her (former?) student had managed to leave an impact.

“Enough.” Queen Umbra wrinkled her nose. “I don’t know what all of you are gawking at, but I’m not here to stare at some stallion’s dick.” She said, while continuing to stare at his dick.

The warrior queen stepped closer to him, look as stern as always. The others watched. Chrysalis pouted.

Umbra sneered. “Really? Is this why you picked him as your student, Celes— Daybreaker?” She threw the solar goddess a glare. “Pfffthah. I knew that you’re a slave to your lower instincts, Sunwhore. They tell stories of your cake-escapades all across the world.”

Her fingers tightened around Dusk’s cock, but struggled to fully wrap around his girth, much to the queen’s frustration, and suppressed excitement.

“But. If this is the metric which you use to pick your students, then you’re even lower than I thought.” Umbra shook her mane. “Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself before I, ah, escort your ‘boytoy’ to the dungeons?”

Chrysalis cocked a brow as Umbra mentioned that she would be the one to take Dusk there.

Daybreaker, on the other hand, just smacked her lips with amusement. As serene, lofty, superior as ever. She spoke a sweet, shameless sentence, masterfully crafted to hit Umbra’s insecurities.

“You couldn’t handle him.”

Chrysalis let out a gasp. Umbra’s entire body stiffened dangerously. Oh no you didn’t. Her grip tightened even further around Dusk’s shaft. “There is nothing and no one who can match me, you degenerate, indulgent skank. I will break him in half.”

Daybreaker took a sip from her tea. She seemed amused. “Prove it, then.” Her grin was daring.

Dusk squeaked. “C-celestia, wha—!”

Umbra’s muscles tightened. She clenched her teeth. She was not going to let this utter disrespect stand. She’d wrecked countless stallions before. She’d ridden them until they couldn’t get it up for weeks, and needed medical attention to fix their shattered pelvis. The snu-snu was eternal. And not once any single one of them had managed to bring her to her peak. She was better than that. She was a warrior. A warlord. She was surely above such obscene, filthy desires, and she was not a slave to her own lust. Stallions were nothing compared to her.

No, if she had sex, then it was to conquer. Fattest cock she had ever seen or not, she was going to ride Dusk until he broke, and show these mares what true strength looked like. Then she’d claim him as hers, and the Crystal Empire on top of that.

“Oh, trust me. I will.”

Dusk squirmed. Oh no. His most shameful, horniest fetishes were coming true.

“Celestia? You can’t be serious, right? ...right?”

Daybreaker cocked a brow. She spoke, and this time perfectly mimicked Celestia’s warm, friendly voice.

“You heard me, Dusk. You’re not trying to run from your responsibilities, are you?”

Dusk winced. “N-no, princess.”

Hearing Celestia’s voice had thrown him off. Was it all an act, or was some of Celestia’s kind, good nature really coming through? Did she really want him to...?

“Now...be my good little student and show Queen Umbra what you’re made of. You can take her,” she cooed. “Besides. You want to, don’t you? Or do you really think I wouldn’t know what my lovely, adorable little ‘boytoy’—as Umbra put it—of a student fantasizes over? I kn~ow everything, Dusk. Don’t underestimate The Sun.”

Daybreaker took a dramatic pause. "And if you—against all possible odds, my little Duskie—manage to beat Queen Umbra, and any other mare who ah, might dare to 'challenge' you, then who knows, we might even let you go."

Dusk shuddered. His cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment. He nodded. His dick twitched with need. All that humiliation merely fueled his stubborn libido.

Daybreaker’s haughty snarl returned.

“That’s a good boy.”

Queen Umbra rolled her eyes. “Stop wasting my time."

She cracked her knuckles, and stared right into Dusk’s eyes. His dick twitched.

“Mine. I will break you in half.”