Dusk Shine saves Equestria, sort of

Umbra marehandled Dusk into submission.

It was easy, laughably easy, and now that Daybreaker had dared her to prove herself, she had an excellent reason to pin Dusk down, and ride his stupid, fat dick until he begged for mercy. Daybreaker was going to eat her words. 'You couldn't handle him.' Hah! She'd show her.

And maybe, just maybe finally get some relief. It'd been ages.

The towering queen loomed over Dusk. He was dangling in the grip of her magic, and his half-hard stallionhood was stiffening as Umbra felt it up, her surprisingly soft fingers stroking across the surface. Almost all of her clothes disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving nothing but some regalia behind.

Umbra released her grip on his shaft, and cracked her knuckles.

She’d wrestled with minotaurs before, and those packed five times as much muscle mass as Dusk did in his wildest dreams. He was nothing but a doll in her hands, a toy, and it pleased her. Hah! Really, this was the best Equestria had to offer? An alicorn, even? Even Princess Cadance looked more intimidating than him, and she was pink, and had probably never wielded a sword in her entire life. All Dusk had was his magic—which Daybreaker had taken from him—and his stupid, fat dick, whose mere existence was an affront to marekind across the globe.

Dusk tried his best not to wince as her fingers returned to his shaft, and gave it another squeeze, harder this time. With almost, but not quite enough strength to be painful.

“You feel that, colt?” She spat the last word out. “I will tame you.” She sneered. “And on the off-chance that you can handle me without breaking like a twig...ahahah, I’m sure my friends will let you go.” That was, obviously, just a taunt. They wouldn’t, and besides, Umbra knew that she was going to win.

Dusk squirmed. Umbra stared at him. “Did you hear me? I will tame you.” She squeezed, and stroked his cock with slow, steady movements. It twitched. “You stallions are all the same. You say that you’re here to fight, and yet you’re already getting hard, controlled by your instincts like a mere animal. Hah."

Queen Umbra was used to having full control of the situation, and the ‘amazon style’ position—an old favorite of hers—provided exactly that. She flipped Dusk around, and left him dangling upside down, suspended from his hooves. Dusk squeaked as the magical grip on his upper body vanished and he was tipped backwards. He had just barely enough time to throw his arms down, and keep his head from bumping against the floor.

Umbra grabbed him by the ankles. This left Dusk right where she wanted. Upside down, his upper back on the floor, and his fat, stiffening dick standing tall and proud, protruding from between his legs, just waiting for Umbra to ride him until his pelvis shattered.

“C’mooon, this isn’t fair...! Let me...lemme go! Why won’t you just talk to me...! You can’t just...this is unfair if I can't even use my magic...!” Dusk huffed down below.

His legs wriggled in the air. No matter how much he squirmed, huffed and complained, the tight grip she had on his ankles kept Dusk firmly in place, and his fat dick right where she needed it.

Umbra didn’t exactly care. She had a point to make. She was going to make Daybreaker eat her words, and show her that this...this freak-dicked stallion and his stupid, fat dick were no match for her. She’d ride him until he broke, and Daybreaker would beg her to take mercy on him.

And...ugh. Fuck. The queen was annoyed at herself for thinking like that, but—for the first time in who knows how long—she’d found a stallion that packed enough heat to get her going. And he was an alicorn at that. She was going to enjoy this. As much of a wimp as this one was, he at least wasn’t begging for mercy yet.

She’d get a certain sense of satisfaction out of breaking Dusk in. She knew that the others—and Chrysalis first and foremost—were itching to get their claws on him. Hah! She’d make sure that he’d be so broken and drained that he’d struggle to get it up for a full week, denying that bug bitch her prize! This was going to be fun.

She squatted down over him, using a wink of her magic to align his flare with her pussy, and snarled. Dusk’s cock twitched, and stiffened fully. It certainly wasn’t the first time a mare was taking him like this, and the glowing heat of Umbra’s cunt a mere inch from his flare was all his cock needed.

Nor did it help that he was forced to stare up at her, at inch-after-inch of firm, well-developed abs, followed by a set of massive tits which heaved with every of the queen’s movements.

If this was how he’d have to fight her, then really, Dusk would happily do so. There were fates worse than sex.

Dusk’s flare ground against her opening, and much to Umbra’s annoyance,it took a good few tries just to even get his flare into her. As it finally popped into her cunt, the warlord let out a satisfied snarl. “Remember this, colt. Your cock will never feel the same after this.”

She lowered herself for a first, then a second ‘thrust’, and started to ride his cock with the fast-paced aggression one would expect from her. No need to take this slowly, she was aiming for a quick victory. The precum which dribbled, gushed from Dusk’s flare provided all the lubrication they needed.

Queen Chrysalis gasped in the background, and mouthed an amazed "Woah. Look, she is really doing it!"

Barely a dozen thrusts in, and Dusk’s brute-ish, thick flare was spreading Umbra's folds to their limits, and suddenly battered against her cervix. The warlord gritted her teeth. She knew that he was hung, but uh, the fact that he'd bottomed-out inside of her was a little embarrassing. Embarrassing, and hot. Most stallions were hardly equipped to handle a mare of her towering stature.

But she was stretchy, flexible, well-trained. This was nothing she wasn't able to handle.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Her breath became heavier as her hips finally smacked against his crotch. Down below Dusk’s hands dug into the floor, scrambling and struggling while the warrior queen used him as a dildo.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

She grunted. She could barely believe that he managed to stretch her out like that.

Smack. Smack. Smack...

Umbra’s breath was getting heavier, and slower. Sweet Celestia, it felt so fucking good. She’d missed this feeling. It’d been ages, decades, centuries since any stallion had managed to stretch her out like that.

And then suddenly, in the background, the changeling queen chittered and chirped. "Ohhh! Having fun, Umby?"

Umbra grunted. A vein on her forehead pulsed with annoyance.

Smack. Another thrust. Dusk mewled and panted, cheeks flushed. His dick twitched.

"Just tell me if you need help, Umby! I'm like, more than happy to help you out!"

Smack. Umbra ignored her. At least for a few moments, right up until Chrysalis chittered again. "C'mon Umbra, I knooow you can hear me. Tell me, how is his big, fat co—"

"WILL. YOU. JUST. SHUT. THE TARTARUS. UP. FOR. ONE. MOMENT." Umbra hissed back at her, her voice steaming with frustration, and a barely hidden amount of sheer, dick-induced lust and need. The changeling queen cackled and laughed, but Umbra had other worries right now.

Her hips battered against Dusk’s crotch, again, and the warrior queen had to clench her teeth to keep her words from transitioning into a loud, needy moan.

Smack...Smack...Smack!

She panted for a few moments, catching her breath as sweat dripped down her brow. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She wasn’t seriously getting into this, was she? Her bent legs quivered a little. Fuck. Don’t get too carried away, Umbra. He’s a stallion. He’s weak. It may have been a few centuries since you’ve had a good fuck, but you’re NOT going to start panting like a bitch now. Not in front of the others.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

And then the worst possible thing happened, and an orgasm rolled over her. Brutally, suddenly, with all the surprising intensity which you'd expect, considering it'd been ages since Umbra had any relief at all. Her movements got irregular, and her quivering, thick thighs wobbled dangerously. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck. Umbra let out a moan, struggling to pass it off as a war cry. Sweat was dripping off her body.

A few moments later it was already over, and Umbra panted, struggling to return to her ordinary rhythm.

Fuck.

The queen was cursing her own pride, and then glared down at Dusk with a look somewhere between the pent-up lust of a mare in heat, and a contemptuous, frustrated glare which most mares reserved for particularly unpleasant, annoying insects.

“You...” Another pant. “You’re going to lose. You think you...can handle me? That you can defeat me like this? That you can just...just whip our your stupid, fat dick in front of us and somehow save Equestria? I will fucking...fucking destroy you.”

Her voice was quaking.

Dusk just squeaked in response, struggling to find something to hold onto on the marble floor, and utterly failing to find the right words to defend himself against that accusation. Not much of a surprise, considering that his body was well-occupied sustaining his stiff, twitching cock, preparing to spread his seed and bloat, bloat and bloat the villain-bitch who was still milking his dick.

Umbra’s brow merely furrowed further as Dusk stuttered some unintelligible stuff. The vice grip of the warlord’s sopping wet pussy flexed around his stupidly fat dong. He felt his balls tense up. Dusk clenched his teeth. His flare thickened.

Daybreaker chimed in. “...Struggling already, Umby? Losing your little fight?”

The warlord hissed. “Struggling? Hahahahaha! Hah!” Umbra snarled. “I am not fighting. He is nothing but—” Her hips crashed against him with a loud SMACK.”—an INSECT.” SMACK. “All I am doing...all I am doing is—” SMACK. “—C-CRUSHING him beneath my thighs, a-and—”

Umbra’s face contorted as the blunt rim of Dusk's flare ground against the walls of her pussy. A moment later the first thick, slimy rope of cum battered against the end of her womb, and filled her with heat.

The sheer impact was enough to make her hesitate for a few moments, her legs trembling. Then she resumed, riding the fat-dicked femcolt with ever-increasing ferocity. She was panting like a whore, another orgasm rocking her core, and a third one following shortly after. Her belly began to bloat with what could only be described as quantities of cum worthy of an alicorn.

“You’re not even trying to fight back. You’re just...ugh, lying there as I defeat you, and spilling your pathetic load! I will...hrf...I will crush your pelvis, you worm...! You and your stupid, fat, perfect, annoying dick! Hrrf...H-hah! Is that ALL you have?”

It was, in fact, not all Dusk had. At least when it came to the quantity of dense, womb-wrecking, mare-bloating and condom-bursting cum shooting from his flare in ever-increasing and utterly absurd amounts.

Splrtch. Sploartch. Glrrrk. Bloat.

The queen’s rock-hard six-pack turned into a cum-swollen, straining cum-gut as she continued to ride him, and Dusk wasn’t even done yet.

Every spurt added another inch to its rapidly increasing girth. It heaved along with her slowing movements, the added weight only reinforcing the sheer strength of her ‘thrusts’, as if her sole goal was to ride Dusk hard enough that the floor tiles cracked beneath them. Dusk himself struggled to keep it together, the tight, heavenly grip of the warlord’s struggling cunt milking his cock harder and harder.

But that didn’t change that Umbra stood no chance of wrapping this up with her dignity intact. It was just too fucking much. Seconds passed, and Dusk’s balls barely looked like they’d lost any of their heft, while the queen’s obscenely swollen belly reached the size of a beach ball, and then only grew bigger, and heavier.

The sheer pressure of backed-up jizz resulted in thick, slimy torrents of semen to burst from Umbra’s pussy. Her entire body were coated in a layer of sweat, her muscles felt more sore with every second that passed.

“Why...why aren’t you fighting back, you welp? ...ugh, you think getting me off matters? You think you’re winning? You think that I’ll come crawling for your fat, perfect, stupid dick and ride it again? Fuckfuckfuck...You’re MINE. I will ride you until you go soft, I will break you, and you will beg me to do it again.” This time the frustration in Umbra’s voice was palpable, and it wasn’t because Dusk wasn’t ‘fighting back’, no. It was his stupid, fat dick, and the fact that every single rope of semen that pumped from his flare made it more difficult for her to remain standing. The fact that she was breaking, losing, and panting like a bitch.

Her legs wobbled and shook. “Hah...A-and here I thought Celestia’s chosen student would at least put up a fight rather than—!”

Queen Umbra’s words faced into a high-pitched, surprisingly girly moan as another sudden, brutal orgasm rocked through her core. Her hips jackhammered against Dusk’s crotch, legs trembling dangerously as she lost control of the rhythm. Another orgasm hit her a few moments later, and then another, as years of suppressing her own needs finally caught up with her.

Umbra panted like a bitch, her tongue lolling from her mouth. “G-guh...f-fuck...y-you...so good...M-more...”

She released Dusk’s ankles to hold on to her obscenely swollen, cum-bloated belly, and then finally collapsed right onto her semen-stuffed gut, luckily managing not to smother him beneath her body.

A torrent of jizz burst from her cunt as Dusk’s cock left her body. Swollen like a condom, and now utterly knocked-out and—in all likelihood—utterly pregnant.

Dusk himself caught his breath, and stumbled onto his hooves, lesser ropes of semen still pumping from his flare. Still half-hard. His nuts looked pent-up and swollen, as if the fact that a towering, amazon-like unicorn bitch just turned herself into a living condom to milk his cock had still left him with plenty to spare.

He hadn't exactly expected to come out of this with his pelvis intact. His legs were still trembling a little. Dusk took a deep breath, and turned towards the remaining villains who—eyes wide open, jaws dropped, cheeks flushed—needed a moment to realize that Dusk was looking in their direction, and then immediately began to play it cool. Nightmare Moon coughed, struggling to hide her blatant arousal. Daybreaker seemed remarkably interested in the pattern of her tea cup. Chrysalis just licked her lips.

It was funny how none of them even bothered to check up on Umbra, now that she'd been reduced to a cum-swollen, pregnant mess. Well, there was no need to. Her pride had taken the worst hit.

Dusk wiped the sweat off his forehead. He'd expected one of them to take control of the conversation, but seeing that they didn't, he made his move. “O-okay...so...” He panted. “I-I win, right? We can talk now, right?” He wasn't sure why he even bothered to ask.

Queen Chrysalis chortled, and stared at Dusk with a look that suggested: 'Oh please, as if you don't know that I am going to throw myself at your dick now.'

Dusk huffed. "Let me guess, you want to—"

Chrysalis chittered. "Yes. I want a piece of that. It's no wonder Umbra couldn't handle it. She's a warrior. Lust is my domain, and I want your fat, virile dick as my slave. I just know that you'll give me the strongest changeling brood the world has ever seen after I edged you for a few weeks straight. Isn't that right, Dusky?"

Dusk let out a sigh. Hearing that nickname from her almost made him cringe.

Well, it's not like he had options here considering that the changeling queen had left her seat, and was already crawling closer to get a piece of him. Besides, she was pretty hot. With a bit of luck this was going to work out, somehow.

“Hrmf. I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

“Correct.”

If that’s what he had to do to save Equestria, then so be it. If he had somehow been able to handle Umbra, then Chrysalis hopefully wasn't going to be much worse.

“...Alright, fine. Let’s get to it, then.”

The subtle tremor in Dusk's voice told Chrysalis all she needed to know. He'd gained some confidence after his 'victory' over Umbra, but was nervous, and trying to play it cool. No wonder. Most people were nervous when it came to letting a changeling (a changeling queen, even!) close to their private parts. Especially when a certain changeling queen was absolutely determined not to let you go.

The changeling queen snickered. "Oh, trying to play it cool, little one? Trying to act all big and tough, as though you're not terrified of me?"

Her 'prey' had just enough willpower to deny her a response, and merely stared up at her, defiantly, while the towering changeling queen crossed her arms beneath her absurd bustline. She cocked a brow.

Chrysalis’ gaze drifted lower and lower towards the “alicorn boytoy’s” swollen nutsack, and half-hard dick. Her nostrils flared, taking in his scent. No matter. She'd wring a massive, potent load of alicorn semen from Dusk’s pendulous seedpods, and convince herself of his prowess first hand either way.

He was going to pant and squirm soon enough.

Chrysalis stepped closer, hips swaying intentionally and provocatively, with all the skill of a model on the catwalk. Or a porn star.

“I will drain you. You’ll be putty in my hands once I’m done. You’ll be addicted to me. Hah, I will fry your brain with so much pleasure that you’ll struggle to talk. And if not...mf, I'm sure the changeling brood which I'll wring from your balls will be all the reward I need. Deep, deep down you’re just a horny, big-dicked stallion who'll give in and lose like so many others have before."