Dusk Shine saves Equestria, sort of

So much tiddy.

Chrysalis had practically thrown herself at him, pinned him down, and smothered his shaft between her absurd set of reality-defying breasts.

For many stallions, receiving a titjob by Queen Chrysalis herself was a shameful fantasy come true, and Dusk Shine was no exception. The primary difference was that—in his case—the future of Equestria was at stake. Or something like that. He honestly wasn't even sure anymore, Chrysalis in particular just seemed unabashedly horny. With a bit of luck drawn-out prolonged sex would—at the very least—distract them enough that he'd be able to figure something out.

Dusk was more than happy to cooperate for the time being. His victory over Queen Umbra had given him some confidence.

He huffed, groaned as the changeling queen began to jerk him off with her breasts. She had him pinned down with her sheer weight, just to let him know how easy it’d be to overpower him if necessary.

Without his magic he was helpless, after all, and he didn't have his friends with him either! All he had was his brain, and his big, stupid dong, and was up against a changeling queen who certainly knew how to use her pornographic assets to her own advantage.

Dusk’s hands dug into Chrysalis’ mounds. His fingers dug deep into her dark, heaving mountains of titmeat, swallowed by her squishy flesh. The changeling queen chortled. Even if Dusk were to try to free himself, just about all he had were his hands, and any attempts to push her off would amount to little more than a breast massage.

The changeling queen’s face loomed over her bustline, her bifurcated tongue uncurling from her maw. Spit dribbled across her quaking breasts.

“Hah...hah...I’ve been waiting for this moment. Do you know why, Dusk?”

Her tongue darted across her fangs.

Dusk stared at her. “...Revenge?”

Chrysalis grinned.

“You’d think so, but no. The truth is that I’ve always wanted to suck you off.”

Dusk’s cock lurched at her words. The stallion attached to it flushed. There was something strangely hot about hearing her say it, even in the situation he was in.

The queen intensified her efforts, and began to milk him with slow, steady movements. Her breath was deep and heavy, and she seemed to brim with unusual excitement. Even with breasts big enough to tame minotaurs, Dusk’s hardening, precum-gushing horsecock provided a special sort of challenge. Its flare escaped the grasp of her mounds, and towered in front of her face.

“Ohh...~! You like that, don’t you, Dusky?” she cooed. “To hear that I—a changeling queen, your enemy—would love nothing more than to blow you, and drain your heavy, swollen balls. That I’ve dreamt of doing it. That I’ve thought about how I will do it, and how to ensure you’ll love every single moment of it.”

Dusk’s shaft pulsed again, shuddering with increasing vigor.

Oh no, she's good.

A whole lot more style than Umbra, too. Umbra had been nothing but raw strength.

“Of course you like that. I read you like an open book. I can see every single of your shameful, obscene fetishes.”

Her tongue slid from her mouth, and wriggled in front of her mouth, like that of a snake.

Dusk grit his teeth, struggling to suppress a horny mewl. The changeling queen knew what she was doing. His cock was trapped within her cleavage, and her breasts came smacking, and thwacking onto his crotch over and over again. Her rhythm was steady and relaxed. She had no reason to hurry. Dusk held on to her breasts, and no amount of groping, squeezing, and grabbing, even pinching was enough to slow Chrysalis down or break her rhythm. His cock trembled and twitched.

Chrysalis giggled.

“Good boy. Feel me up. You’re already getting close, maybe I should slow down a little. Wouldn’t want to empty you out too quickly, hm? It’s no wonder. Not once in my life I’ve seen a stallion with such a fixation on tits.”

Dusk whiiiined pathetically. “N-not true! Most stallions like b-breasts! T-they’re a secondary sex characteristic, and...and...”

The changeling queen chortled. “Uh-huh.” She squeezed him harder, gently pressing her breasts against his twitching cock, tormenting him.

"It's really no wonder you'd develop a little fixation for breasts, with a certain, top-heavy cow named 'Celestia' teaching you day after day." As Dusk's twitched again, the changeling queen cooed with satisfaction. “See that, Dusk? You’re already giving in. You enjoy this a lot more than you know you should.”

Chrysalis changed her movements, and now lowered one of her breasts whenever she raised the other, gently massaging his girth. The precum pumping from his flare had flooded, and lubricated her entire cleavage, and Chrysalis reveled in the delightful scent of her ‘appetizer’. Dusk’s grip on her breasts loosened, his hips trembled.

“You want to be mine. You’ll get anything you could ever want. I’ll be anyone who you could ever want me to be, and I will spoil you with boobjobs. Doesn’t that sound nice? Fufufu~”

“N-never! Do you really think that I’d betray all my friends just for sex?” Dusk huffed.

Chrysalis chortled. “No. I don’t.”

Dusk blinked.

“I'm not that stupid, Dusky. Even the best boobjob in the world isn't enough to make a stallion betray his friends, especially not while his mentor is watching. No, I'm just having my fun...and I know that you'll think about what happened today for years to come. And if we ever meet again, then you'll remember how good it felt, and you'll be weak, and needy."

She snarled a wide, toothy grin. Her tongue dropped from her mouth, and slimy changeling spit dribbled from the bifurcated tip. Long enough to fully wrap around his cock, and then some.

Green flames burst across the changeling queen’s surface. The changeling’s long, wriggly tongue retracted, and one split-second later Dusk was staring into the eyes of none other than Twilight Velvet. He nearly choked on his spit. Gone was the dick-teasing, love-draining monstrosity that had wreaked havoc on Canterlot, replaced by a near-perfect and considerably more stacked version of his mother.

The smile on her face was loving, gentle, and almost a little too perfect.

“G’Morning, Dusky Wusky~ You look like you had a bad, bad dream...You won’t mind if mommy helps you wind down and relax a little, do you?”

Before Dusk had any chance to react, his mother was gone and replaced by none other than the second most important motherly figure in his life: Princess Celestia. Heaving, soft mounds of tit squished and spoiled his cock. There were stallions who’d kill to get a boobjob by her, and it was easy to see why. This time “Celestia” didn’t even bother to pretend that she was anyone but herself. The look on her face was greedy, amused. She sneered. “How about this, Dusk? I’m sure you’ve dreamed of it many times before. Has to be awful to grow up around Princess Celestia, seeing her flaunt her curves for the masses. Going through puberty, seeing her every single day and never getting to dig your hands into her fat tits.”

Daybreaker coughed in the distance, and cleared her throat.

And then Celestia vanished, and Cadance took her place. Pretty pink pony princess, busty beyond belief and now lovingly gazing into Dusk’s eyes while massaging his cock. His foalsitter. Dusk’s cock twitched, and he let out a horny, pathetic little whine. He tore his eyes away, a deep blush on his cheeks.

“Oh? Is that what really sets you off? Your very own foalsitter going down on you? Fufufu~”

Chrysalis cleared her throat.

“I mean...” Her voice transformed, going from haughty and mighty to bubbly and cheerful. “Ohh~! I just knew you had a thing for me, Dusky~! Don’t worry, Shiny never has to know...” Cadance cooed up at him, and hefted his pent-up, swollen balls. She cooed as they gurgled and churned for her, bloated with untold amounts of seed—cum that was just waiting to be used for the next brood of changelings.

“Ohhh, Dusky...You’re so, so pent-up...I really need to help you wind down a little, riiiight~?” Cadance giggled her trademark giggle. Below the surface, Chrysalis fed on river of lust flowing from Dusk towards her. Cadance leaned in and placed a doting kiss against Dusk’s flare. “You don’t mind, do you? I knew you wouldn’t. You ~love~ me, after all. And you’ve thought so many times about what it’d be like to ~fuck~ me...”

Cadance giggled again.

This was easy. Dusk was putty in her hands. At this rate he was going to give in after all. Shameless, endless hedonism day after day, while her changeling brood conquered the world. She could feel his cock twitch. Many stallions would’ve given in long ago.

Cadance pampered Dusk’s flare with another kiss, jerking him off with slow, gentle movements.

“Dusky~? I ~love~ you.”

And then, suddenly, she squeaked.

“Cadance” went cross-eyed, staring at the pair of hands that had just wrapped around her horn.

A certain purple stallion had thrown himself towards her, grabbed her by the horn and yanked the disguised changeling queen closer, forcing her muzzle to smack right against his cock. He panted, struggling to even get words past his lips. Sweet Celestia, he felt so blueballed. So full.

Using the horniness of his teenage self against him just wasn’t fair.

His flare bumped against Cadance’s snout, smearing it with pre. Cadance stared up with wide open eyes, a nervous, cute but utterly horny look on her face. Even now Chrysalis refused to drop her disguise. She was perfectly in character, and acted a little intimidated while sending all the right 'Keep going. Do it. Fuck me.' signals.

Dusk panted, and stuttered. “I will...NOT...just lie down and...let you win. If this...this is all that you have, then...”

His cock twitched.

Cadance licked her lips. "Then what, Dusky? Are you going to fuck me and show me what a bad, naughty little mare I have been?"

For a moment Dusk hesitated. He knew that it was exactly what she wanted, but at this point he struggled to care. Just lying there and taking all of her teasing was not exactly a good option either.

Cadance already chimed in. Taunted him “Ohh, oh! Do it, Dusky~! Show me!” She giggled. “You are enough of a stallion to show a mare her place, aren't you? Right, Dusky? You can handle me, riiiiight?"

Dusk panted. Oh sweet Celestia, none of the books he’d devoured had prepared him for this. He desperately scrambled for a response, for some sort of heroic one-liner to throw at her, about how he was not going to give in, and how friendship was always going to prevail, but...

Holy shit, he was so fucking horny.

Fuck it.

The truth was that it was getting difficult to focus on anything that wasn’t Chrysalis, her breasts, and his unending, overwhelming desire to shut her up by stuffing her throat with dick. If he wanted to act, he better act fast.

His fingers tightened around “Cadance’s” horn.

Tapping into reserves Dusk didn’t even know he had, he pushed the changeling queen off his legs—for just long enough to allow him to rise to his hooves, leaving Chrysalis on the floor, kneeling in front of him.

He was either stronger than he thought, or—more likely—she had allowed it.

Those pink, heaving breasts immediately returned to their place, squishing against him, smothering his pre-gushing cock in their midst.

Chrysalis chittered with excitement, her eyes going wide as Dusk’s cock twitched against her face. Her breath was heated. His flare smacked against the pink alicorn’s lips, smearing precum against them.

The changeling queen’s and Dusk’s eyes met for a fraction of a second. Dusk was panting. “Cadance” threw him a half-lidded stare, and puckered her lips against his cock, then grinned, telling Dusk to go ahead and fuck, fuck and fuck her in all but words.

A moment later Chrysalis got her gullet clogged by the sheer girth of Dusk’s cock. He gave her no time to adjust, but really, Chrysalis didn’t need any. She was built for this. Even as Dusk—still grabbing her horn—began to pound her face, and worked inch after inch of his cock further down her throat, Chrysalis merely leaned into it, tightening and loosening the grip of her throat in rhythmic intervals.

“Fuckfuckfuck, why do you have to be so fucking hot. It’s just...so unfair! I just wanted to...to save Equestria, and fix everything, and you don’t even want to talk, or fight, or...”

Chrysalis’ throat bulged, every detail of Dusk’s flare outline visible through her straining skin.

Lust. Dusk’s horniness washed over her like the torrent of dense, sticky semen that was surely to follow in just a few moments. A torrent of """love""" fueled by the libido of a pent-up, nerdy bookworm who'd spent most of his life surrounded by pretty, stacked mares. It was more than she could hope to absorb all at once, enough to be disorienting, like a bright, sudden flash or noise.

Her disguise as Cadance was slipping, her horn turned jagged and pointy, and Dusk was still facefucking her as if Equestria depended on it.

Dusk didn't last long, but then again, no stallion would in this situation. Not with Queen Chyrsalis, love- and dick-draining queen bitch of the changelings, wrapped around his cock, squeezing and massaging it with her tongue to push him that much further.

Queen Chrysalis chittered and hissed happily, her wings buzzing. She felt his swollen, heavy balls, now battering against her breasts. If she’d end up as cum-swollen as Queen Umbra then she’d struggle to move for a few hours.

Worth it.

Dusk's flare thickened inside of her, and just the first rope of thick, potent cum burst from his cockhead just as he was in a motion of pulling back. A slimy rope of semen battered against the back of Chrysalis' throat. Her cheeks bloated up as Dusk's semen rapidly filled any nook and cranny it could find. Torrents of semen burst from the corners of her mouth, even from her nostrils, but most of it gushed straight down her gullet. All that frustrated, huffy chittering replaced with the nasty, messy sound of far-too-many gallons of cum battering into her.

Sweet Celestia. He hadn't even known that he was capable of that. Either it'd been all the teasing, or the rumors about changeling anatomy and spit doing all sorts of weird things to supercharge your sex drive were more than true.

Splrrrrtch, splrrgglorptch. Like a water-main breaking, just stickier.

Just moments later Chrysalis' gut smacked onto the floor. A few spurts of seed had been enough to jizz-inflate her, and turn her slim, shapely waistline into a wobbling, sperm-flooded 'waterbed', still creaking and swelling outwards as the flow of semen just kept going, and going, and going.

Floor tiles cracked beneath her shortly after. Her hooves left the ground, helplessly dangling.

By the time Dusk was finally finished, the changeling queen had been reduced to a massive, swollen blimp of her former self. She stared up at him with a blissful look in her eyes, a rope of semen dangling from the corner of her mouth.

Dusk's flare popped from her mouth, and smacked across the changeling queen's face.

Chrysalis' wings fluttered happily. Dusk was holding on to her horn, practically resting on the changeling queen's absurd cum-gut, using his own wings to support himself. He was catching his breath.

Chrysalis wrapped her arms around Dusk's shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Fuck. You're good."

Dusk wasn't sure how to respond. He was surprised Chrysalis could even talk seeing how much semen he'd just stuffed into her.

"Mhmf...wanna breed me next, Dusky Wusky?" The changeling queen puckered her lips, and fluttered her lashes at him. "I can be any~one you want, after all. I'm sure the others won't mind if you take me for another spin." She grinned, and flashed her fangs.

Dusk took a deep breath. "N-No...I don't think so, I..."

Chrysalis fingers squeezed his cock, just strong enough to be uncomfortable.

"This wasn't a question. I want, no, I insist on bearing your brood, stallion. I will milk you until I've got millions upon millions of changelings at my disposal. Your offspring will claim Equestria, and you'll get to watch from Canterlot as I ride your cock for the thousandth time."

Dusk squeaked and tried to pull himself back, but the changeling queen kept him right where she wanted him.

"Oh, no need to be scared, little one. I'll make sure my little boytoy will be happy, and content, and—"

A sudden ZAP! soared through the air, the changeling queen shrieked as she was hit, and released Dusk, who just barely managed to land on his hooves. Chrysalis' squeak was accompanied by a wad of steaming hot semen flinging from her maw, splattering across the floor just inches from Nightmare's hooves.

"Gross. You've had enough, bug." That was Nightmare's voice. She was scoffing. "We'd rather not have a legion of your gross, chitinous critters crawling along the countryside, thank you very much." One flash of light later and Chrysalis had been gagged, denying her any chance of a snide response. Nightmare smirked.

The gag was more symbolic than anything, but Chrysalis decided to play along, though it didn't keep her from rolling her eyes and puffing up her cheeks in annoyance.

She'd had enough cum stuffed down her gullet that she could barely move, and absorbing Dusk's lust properly would take a while—a while which she'd rather not spend squabbling with Nightmare. Besides, Chrysalis had a feeling that Nightmare Moon was going to get her turn, and that was a show she wasn't going to miss out on.

Dusk's legs still quivered from everything that had just happened as he returned his attention to the remaining two. Nightmare Moon stared at him, and wrinkled the corners of her mouth as though the mere idea that he'd be 'grateful' for what she'd just done offended her.

She huffed.

"Hrmpf. It's about time."