Maelstrom

Chapters

A Shocking Show
Changing Currents
Eye of the Storm

A Shocking Show

Peeking in from outside Fluttershy’s window, with her jaw practically on the ground, Rarity could scarcely believe her eyes. With Twilight away on royal business, something about a treaty in Yakyakistan, and the School of Friendship closed for the summer, she’d thought to visit her quiet-spoken friend for the afternoon. The demure pegasus had always been a bit shy, unironically enough, but she’d been particularly withdrawn for the past month or so - as such, she’d decided to pop in and check on her companion. If she’d only known what she’d happen upon, she would have stayed at the Carousel Boutique and minded her own business.

Holding the normally quiet mare before himself, moving her as though she weighed noting at all, some hulking, strange creature furiously fucked her like she was some flimsy sex-toy. She wasn’t sure what was more disconcerting, the fact that some huge, hairless ape was wantonly plowing her friend or the fact that Fluttershy was braying and howling like some common tart. Keeping herself as low as possible, transfixed by the debaucherous display, an ache slowly crept into her loins.

“I…I’m gonna - Aaaahn!” Fluttershy wailed.

A torrent of nectar gushed from her stuffed marehood, while the beast continued plowing her. It was plain to see that the normally timid pegasus was enjoying herself, yet that did nothing to explain who or what the titanic brute rutting her was! Continuing undeterred, grunting with every buck of his hips, he seized her fetlocks, lifted her hind legs, and pounded into her.

Rarity’s eyes widened in shock, unable to look away from the scandalous sight. She’d simply come for a conversation and maybe a cup of tea - how in the world could she have expected to stumble upon something so wildly raunchy? Keenly watching the beast’s length pistoning into her friend’s moist confines, her forehoof drifted down her belly and to her nethers.

Positioned as she was, seated beneath the living room window of Fluttershy’s abode, she steadily began massaging her marehood. She didn’t consider herself a voyeur by any means, but the protracted dry spell she’d been suffering through, paired with the excitement of seeing such an intimate moment, was extraordinarily arousing. Hearing her companion’s lewd cries, while the pegasus’ lower lips desperately clung to his length, caused her mind to wander.

Regardless of what the towering creature was, he certainly had no reservations about doing what he wanted with a mare. Gritting his teeth, holding the comparably small pony to himself, he simultaneously lifted and lowered Fluttershy while fucking her like a beast possessed. Eyeing her friend’s nethers, she stroked her sex and silently wondered if his harsh ministrations felt as good as they looked.

It really wasn’t her fault for getting so turned - at least, that’s what she fruitlessly tried telling herself. Bearing witness to the shameless display, imaging herself in Fluttershy’s position, a shiver of excitement ran up her spine. Sweet, merciful Celestia - she hadn’t gotten a thorough pounding in ages, and she’d never been manhandled in such a savage fashion. Momentarily fixating on her clit, wishing she’d had something more than just her hoof to scratch her lustful itch, she rubbed herself harder and faster with every passing second.

The symphony of depravity was the perfect complement to the unseemly show. Be darned if she knew what the titan was, but he was certainly an impressive thing; not only was he supremely well endowed, bearing the length and girth of even the largest stallion, but his endurance was beyond reproach. Unlike any stud she’d ever seen or heard of, lasting mere minutes at most, his preternatural stamina allowed him to last for what felt like a small eternity! Closing her eyes, she succumbed to her budding urges and focused on getting herself off.

Listening to the sinful sounds of delight, hearing Fluttershy climax a second and third time, her forehoof moved faster and faster over her slavering nethers - that was, until a deafening silence settled over her. She couldn’t say what had changed, or when things had gone quiet, but the lack of noise brought her masturbation to a screeching halt. As she cracked one eye and peeked into the room, with a cold knot forming in her stomach, she froze.

The giant’s groin and endowment filled her vision, sitting flush with the base of the window, causing her to crane her head and peer upwards. Gazing down at her, bearing an unreadable expression, the creature casually leaned forward and wrapped his hands around her. The development was beyond jarring, taking her mind a moment to comprehend what was happening, yet her survival instincts quickly kicked in. As he deftly plucked her from the ground and pulled her thrashing body into the home, leaving a moistened patch of grass beneath her, her shrill scream filled the air.

“Unhand me you…you…whatever you are!” she demanded, writhing in his grasp.

Taken totally off guard, she struggled to free herself - alas, it was all for naught. As she’d assumed, witnessing him effortlessly handle her friend, his strength was an order of magnitude greater than her own. Her wails and lamentations, standing in stark contrast to her drooling, engorged marehood, ended as abruptly as they began, hearing an all too familiar voice.

“Anon, no, bad,” Fluttershy softly demanded, causing the creature to slow. “You put her down right now, Mister!”

“Anon?” Rarity repeated, cocking her head.

“I’m not sure what his actual name is, but I call him my anonymous savior,” Fluttershy whispered, patting his ankle. “It might seem silly, but I think it’s cute.”

Like a well trained puppy, the giant did as he was told - bending over and setting the panic-stricken unicorn on the floor. Rarity scrambled to her hooves, reflexively backing away from the beast and right into her friend. With a second frightened yelp, she stumbled, fell, and only then realized that her companion held some sway over the lumbering behemoth.

“Fluttershy, y…you know this thing?” she scoffed, having half expected her companion to be a captive of the mysterious colossus.

The buttery yellow mare nodded, turning and bashfully smiling at the askance unicorn. “Mmmhmm! I found him in the Everfree forest - well, no, he found me in the Everfree forest. I was out looking for mushrooms one afternoon and somehow managed to get myself stuck under a fallen tree. If it weren’t for Anon, I would have been in a whole mess of trouble!”

Though the story seemed plausible enough, given how many strange and fantastical creatures the nature-loving mare ran into, it did little to explain why the sheepish pegasus was letting it have its way with her. As Rarity digested the information, glancing over to the biped, she noticed something amiss - there was a glaring lack of animals in the house. Ordinarily speaking, Fluttershy’s home was brimming with songbirds, rodents, and even the occasional bear, yet the cottage was all but empty.

“Oh, if you’re wondering where my woodland friends are, they’re outside,” Fluttershy answered the unasked question. “They usually give us privacy when we…” she trailed off, as a crimson hue crept into her cheeks.

Lifting her hoof, fully intent on asking her companion to continue, a startling realization settled on Rarity. The various critters which typically lived in and around her friend’s home had vacated the premises specifically to avoid the lecherous scene she’d happened to stumble upon - at least, that was the only rational conclusion she could come to. Forcing herself to impassively smile, doing her level best not to come off as judgemental, she softly cleared her throat.

“That was certainly courteous of them, Darling,” she remarked, inching closer to the flustered pegasus. “I must say, judging from just how loud you were being, I hope your furry little friends gave themselves plenty of space from your home.”

“It’s not my fault,” Fluttershy protested, fighting through her embarrassment. “If anything, it’s Anon’s fault for being so insistent.”

“And well hung,” the unicorn hastily added, slipping a glance at his equipment.

The Element of Kindness nodded yet again, gazing longingly at her peculiar guest’s endowment. “I’m sure that helps, but I’m not sure. Rarity, it’s so strange! I…I’d never done anything naughty with anypony before I met him! He’s just so big and kind and…” she fell silent, visibly shivering as she looked over at him.

Rarity looked over at the giant, finding herself even more confused than she had been. Somehow, as unbelievable as it may have seemed, the bizarre creature had managed to sweet talk one of the shiest ponies she’d ever met. The notion was beyond strange, yet it evoked yet another facet of the growing mystery.

“Does he speak?” she chirped, seeing him smile over and wave a hand at her.

“That’s the weirdest thing!” Fluttershy exclaimed, tearing her eyes off his package. “I can talk to almost anything, you know that, but I just can’t understand a thing he tries to tell me. It’s easy enough to figure out what he wants by his body language and actions, but it’s like he’s from a totally different world or something!”

Rarity rubbed her chin, watching him slowly pace around the room. “Something indeed. I’m glad he’s not violent, but we should definitely tell Twilight about this once she returns to Ponyville.”

“Of course,” the pegasus replied, trotting over to him to stroke his lower leg. “He’s just a big softy most of the time,” she hummed, peeking up and at his still-turgid length. “You didn’t - um - see anything did you?”

“No,” the unicorn hesitantly responded, looking to the floor. “But I most certainly heard it.”

“Well just believe me,” Fluttershy continued, flapping her wings and flying up to his face. “He wouldn’t hurt a fly, even if he can get a little rough sometimes.”

As she gave his nose a peck, things took an unexpected turn. With what sounded like a frustrated grunt, he lifted his arms, grabbed the airborne mare, and turned her around. In spite of having a guest present, somepony he’d never seen before, he lowered the wriggling pegasus towards his rigid cock.

“Anon, n…no, not in front of - Mmmph,” Fluttershy’s halfhearted protest shifted to an obscene groan, as the tip of his shaft kissed her marehood. “S…sorry ~ he can get a little grumpy when he - uh - doesn’t get relief…”

“Relief?” Rarity parroted, though she assumed she already knew what her friend had meant.

“Y…yeah - he seems to have a really high libido. I tried letting him - um - blow off steam by himself, but helping him s…seemed to be like the more practical solution,” the pegasus stammered, squirming in his clutches. “The poor thing gets super feisty if he can’t blow off some steam.”

In one of the rarer moments of her life, Rarity didn’t know what to say. She was partially to blame for Anon’s annoyance, since she had unintentionally interrupted the rather raucous session from earlier, and that fact left her at a crossroads. Any reasonable mare would have apologized and politely seen themself out, allowing the nontraditional couple to continue their lascivious activity in private, but another, almost insidious portion of herself wanted something a bit different.

Though she couldn’t explain it, a part of her wanted to see just how wondrous of a partner the creature truly was. If Fluttershy, arguably the most nervous and meek pony she’d ever met, had taken the plunge and was regularly doing the deed with the colossal biped, there had to be something redeeming about it! Anxiously rubbing the back of her neck, feeling blood rush to her face, she fidgeted in place and summoned her courage.

“By chance, would you need a bit of assistance?” Rarity inquired, praying she wasn’t about to be mocked.

She didn’t consider herself loose by any means, yet she was stricken by some inexplicable compulsion to join her friend for an afternoon of debauchery. Maybe it was because she hadn’t gotten laid in well over a year, perhaps it was the excitement of watching her friend get mercilessly railed by the enigmatic giant, or it might have been some combination of the two - regardless, she found herself more turned on than she cared to admit. Feeling a bead of nectar rolling down her inner thigh, she grinned and forced herself to peek up at her companion’s face.

It’d taken everything she had to ask for something so wildly salacious, so she wasn’t sure what she’d do with herself if she got shot down. Even if Fluttershy agreed to let her sate her carnal curiosity, she may well be too mortified to actually do anything! The few moments of intimacy she’d had were all done in private and with somepony she trusted implicitly; to do something so brazen with a stranger and her best friend would easily be the wildest thing she’d ever done.

Growing increasingly nervous, with her higher functions warring with her confoundingly powered libido, she momentarily was tempted to bolt for the door and leave, but she didn’t get the chance. Patting the titan’s hand, prompting him to release her, the pegasus fluttered to the floor and straightened her mane. As she held her breath, she apprehensively scanned her companion’s face.

“I don’t mind,” Fluttershy began, twisting her head to peer up at the giant, “but let’s see what he thinks of the idea.” Turning to face the titan, she smiled from ear to ear. “Anon, would you like Rarity to join us?”

The beast quirked his brow, studied the unicorn for a moment, squatted down, patted the horned mare’s head, and gave a grunt of approval. Without being able to speak any intelligible language, his reaction, paired with his maintained erection, was as close to a confirmation as either pony was going to get. Steadily getting to his feet, he rose to his full height and strode off in the direction of his host’s bedroom.

Tracking him with her eyes, until he disappeared from view, Rarity turned her attention back to her friend. “Has he gone to freshen up for me?”

“Probably not,” Fluttershy murmured, trotting after her guest. “I have been training him though.”

“Training?” Rarity quipped, following the pegasus. “Training like house training or training like…” She let the question hang, more than a little curious about what sort of instruction her companion had been giving.

Moving into her chamber, with the beast easing himself onto the bed, Fluttershy halted and turned to the fashionista. “He’s already housebroken, thankfully, but I’ve been trying to teach him how to - um - vent his frustrations,” she whispered, glancing to the then supine giant. “Come on, it’ll be easier to show you what I mean.” Wasting no time, not waiting for her guest’s reply, she hopped onto the mattress and moved to the right side of Anon’s hips.

Rarity followed suit, moving to the opposite side of the bed. As she pulled herself atop the bed sheets, less than a foot from the behemoth, she stared at his endowment. She’d known he was big, but she couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer size of his cock. Nearly as big as her leg, in both length and girth, his dick stood like a meaty monolith on his groin.

“Ok, follow my lead,” Fluttershy instructed, extending a wing to softly stroke his shaft.

Rarity never would have anticipated seeing her friend be so forward with something so amorous, yet her eyes didn’t deceive her. To her utter disbelief, lacking a shred of hesitation, the pegasus stepped forward, pulled the massive shaft towards herself, and wrapped her lips around the rounded tip of flesh. The sight was as provocative as it was astonishing, seeing such a timid mare shamelessly suck off the giant beast, and it filled her with inspiration.

Trotting over Anon’s knee, situating herself between his splayed legs, she steadily closed on his groin. Eyeing his ripe nuts, wondering just how productive he was, she inched closer and closer to his loins. It was only when she drew a breath through her nose, still feeling a bit reluctant to take part of the hedonistic spectacle, that she faltered - not because of her reluctance, but because of the ambrosial musk which assailed her.

She’d never smelled such a magnificently masculine aroma in her entire life. Shuddering from hoof to horn, keenly aware of the growing ache in her depths, she moved with a hastened pace. As she brought her snout to his package, glancing upward to see Fluttershy gagging on his length, a single thought crossed her mind - if his scent was that amazing, how good would he taste?

Caving to her lecherous wants, she closed her eyes and buried her snout in the fleshy folds between his cock and balls. The bouquet was overwhelming, tinged with hints of Fluttershy’s juices, leaving her nearly lightheaded. Opening her mouth, uncaring of what her friend may think of her, she groaned and dragged her tongue over the base of his shaft - still, as much as she was enjoying herself, she remembered her duties.

Igniting her horn, she sorcerously fondled and gingerly squeezed his nuts. Each ripe orb was nearly the size of a warm, soft plum, holding untold billions of swimmers, and the thought of how immense his loads must be permeated her thoughts. Excruciatingly aroused, with her depths angrily seizing upon itself, she splayed her hind legs, balanced herself on one forehoof, and reached down her chest.

She hadn’t planned on getting herself off throughout the endeavor, yet she had to do something to quell the pain of her neglected snatch. She was so turned on that it physically hurt, to the point where she couldn’t ignore it. Cracking one eye and glancing to the side, hearing her friend’s tone change ever so slightly, her heart skipped a beat.

At some point or another, Fluttershy had had the same thought as herself. Straddling Anon’s thigh, while she hungrily slurped and sucked on the head of his cock, the pegasus lewdly rocked her hips forward and back. Despite having climaxed several times while being screwed by the titan, she was apparently still unsatisfied.

The sight of her companion’s masturbatory efforts crushed Rarity’s trepidation, causing her to needily rub and stroke her clit. If Fluttershy could enjoy herself - by Celestia, so could she! Softly moaning to herself, listening to the stifled whimpers and gags of her companion, she desperately sought to quench the roaring inferno of her desires.

She couldn’t say how long she’s stayed where she was, having lost herself to worshiping him while massaging her sex, but a unforeseen shift of pace snapped her back to the present. A throaty growl was all the warning she got, before he lifted his legs, planted his feet, and started thrusting. His meaty sack dragged over her face, while he fiercely drove his hips upwards.

At a loss, she shuffled back and looked upward. Though she hadn’t noticed it beforehand, at some point or another, he’d reached down and grasped the back of Fluttershy’s head. She wasn’t too terribly surprised to see his fingers through the pegasus’ mane, however she was taken aback by just how vicious he’d become. Holding the meek mare in place, he fucked her face with reckless abandon.

There was nothing she could do to stop the vehement act, yet it wasn’t shock which left her motionless. The sight of him using her friend, watching Fluttershy’s eyes water and throat bulge with the force of his plunges, set her marehood tingling. The implications of the brutal face-fucking were clear - either he didn’t care for the pony’s wellbeing, or the pegasus took some some masochistic joy from being used like a sex-toy.

Enwrapt by the spectacle, as she subconsciously rubbed her nethers, things quickly reached their climactic end. With one plunge, burying the entirety of his length down Fluttershy’s gullet, he snarled and unleashed his load. His balls snuggled up to his groin, the base of his shaft throbbed, and what had to be a deluge of cream surged through his cock, but that wasn’t the most amazing facet to the display.

With cum leaning out her nose and past her lips, issuing a gurgling moan, Fluttershy climaxed in spectacular fashion; without so much as touching herself, her marehood erupted a flood of feminine juices. To think that the pegasus had reached her limit purely from sucking him off was astonishing, yet the show wasn’t finished - not by a long shot. As he grabbed her hair and pulled her away, unsheathing his still throbbing length from her snout, he painted her tear-streaked face with the final, dwindling spurts of his essence.

“F…Fluttershy,” Rarity falteringly began, her forehoof never leaving her snatch, “are y…you alright?”

Her question fell on deaf ears, as Fluttershy listed to the side and fell unconscious on the bed. Staring over at her comatose friend, unsure of what to do, she only looked away when she felt Anon shift. Turning her head to face him, seeing him push himself up and into a seated position, her eyes were drawn to his crotch. Even though he’d just cum, he was still spectacularly erect. Feeling her marehood clench, realizing the opportunity, a nefarious notion crept to the fore.

“W…would you like more?” she softly inquired, brushing a lock of mane from her face.

The beast nodded, as his dick twitched in anticipation, answering her without saying a single word. She could and more than likely should have excused herself, having seen just how severe his brand of affection could be, yet she did anything but. Having witnessed her friend cum multiple times from his harsh ministrations, her unspoken desires demolished her better judgement.

Stepping over his hips, feeling the tip of his dick glide across her belly, between her teats, and to her sopping wet loins, she straddled his midsection. If she was lucky, which was a very big if, he’d be gracious enough to let her do most of the work - that being said, having been purview to how domineering he could be, she doubted he’d remain passive for long. Resting her forehooves on his sternum, having lowered her head to check on her positioning, she peeked up at his face and slowly lowered her waist.

“Ahem - now then,” she breathed, feeling the head of his cock press against her entrance, “if you can understand me, let me just -”

His hands flew to her waist, shoving her downward while he thrust up and into her. In a single, savage stroke, he sheathed the entirety of her length into her warm, velvety confines; the move would have been disquieting, had the intrusion not evoked the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced. Her breathless gasp of shock gave way to a guttural, whorish moan, as her depths quivered around him.

In that moment, overcome with an ecstasy like she’d never known, some part of her mind shattered. Gone were her reservations and misgivings, replaced by an insatiable need for more. Forcing herself to concentrate, driven by pure, unfettered lust, she braced her hind legs, rolled her hips upward, and slammed her ass down upon him. For the second time, in the blink of an eye, an unimaginable amount of pleasure coursed through her.

Thoughts were a bitter memory, as her body began moving on its own. Mercifully enough, though she wasn’t fully aware of it, her fervor seemed to mollify the giant, allowing her to immodestly bounce on his girthy length with impunity. She didn’t care that her friend was passed out beside her, nor was she concerned with the twisted smirk the beast bore - her only concern was getting more of the incredible sensations he afforded.

She was far from a virgin, having first experienced how amazing sex could be shortly after graduating from school, but this - this was something entirely new. The size of his endowment would have been impressive enough in and of itself, being longer and far thicker than any stallion, but there was some other element at play - something she couldn’t quite put her hoof on; dismissing the errant thought, more intent on satiating her marish urges, she focused on simply enjoying herself. Constricting on her upstrokes, while relaxing on her plunges, her depths coiled around his immense shaft.

Her refractory period all but vanished, bringing her skyrocketing towards a second orgasm at a breakneck pace. Bucking up to meet her descents, only using a fraction of his strength, he eventually took a slightly more active role - a development which she not only found wildly stimulating but appreciated as well. If Fluttershy could weather the full might of his fury - Celestia help her, she could too.

She had no way of knowing how much time had passed, yet her second climax struck her just as hard and fast as the first. She threw her head back and howled to the heavens, filling the air with her climactic cry, as legs trembled uncontrollably and ceased obeying her - fortunately for her, Anon eagerly picked up the slack. Holding her hips and lifting his legs, squarely planting his feet on the mattress, he took the reins and started plowing her.

She’d thought that riding him, doing most of the heavy lifting herself, had been enjoyable - she’d been wrong. Her loss of self control, allowing him to take charge, was quite possibly the most awe-inspiring thing she’d ever experienced; in that instant, she realized why Fluttershy had submitted to him. As she did what she could to hold herself steady, allowing her to fixate on the inconceivable ecstasy assailing her, the tip of his length jackhammered against her womb.

Most stallions were only capable of going at it for a few minutes, even the more experienced ones, but Anon was in a league of his own. She didn’t even have time to recover, before a third devastating orgasm hit her like a bomb. Utterly at his mercy, struggling to remain conscious, it took everything she had to weather his seemingly unending amorous assault.

Though she was far from a novice with bedroom affairs, she was not prepared for the full fury of his love. Like some primal god of virility, he pushed her to the very brink. The passage of time stretched on into what felt like a small eternity, as her very existence was eclipsed by distilled rapture. She’d cum more times than she could count, to the point where she thought she may pass out, until things took yet another unprecedented turn.

With no warning whatsoever, Anon lifted her up, unsheathed himself, got to his knees, and drove her face into the blankets. Being suddenly repositioned would have been jarring enough, forced into a face down, ass up position, but the sensation of something prodding her pucker wrenched her back to the present. Peering over her shoulder, she realized all too late what he was doing.

Situated behind her, with one hand on her head and the other on her hip, he drove his length into her backdoor. A silent gasp escaped her, as he set to railing her ass. She had practically no experience with anal, unlike with vaginal, so the alien sensation and tinge of pain left her unable to speak. Heedless or uncaring of her discomfort, the titan rearranged her insides and continued undeterred.

“N…not so - Ugh - rough!” she grunted between thrusts, her body rhythmically driven forward with each unstoppable plunge.

As confounding as the situation was, she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t somewhat enjoyable. The audacity of it all, of having a creature unabashedly screwing her behind, was hotter than it had any right to be. Snaking one foreleg under herself, feeling her gaped, battered marehood, she rubbed her clit while he used her.

On and on he went, unintentionally eliciting another two climaxes from her, destroying her once-pristine tail hole. It genuinely felt as though he’d never stop, that she may meet her end in a rapturous haze, before things reached a head. His rhythm fell to pieces, as he flew into a frenzy. A part of her was frightened for what was to come, but another, far more debased portion of herself longed for his essence.

“There you go,” Fluttershy’s tranquil voice intoned, drawing the unicorn’s eye, “just like that.”

Rarity had no way of knowing when her friend had recovered, but the pegasus was at Anon’s side, gently pushing his hips and aiding his thrusts. The revelation that the soft-spoken mare wasn’t simply encouraging but helping him ruin her obliterated what little self-respect she had left. Arching her back, she cleared her throat and pushed back against him.

“Yes,” she blared, “fill me!”

Her desperate plea, be it from luck or good timing, gave her just what she needed. Anon hilted and snarled, as his thick seed coursed through her depths. The heat and pressure of his jizz was indescribable, triggering one final climax for the unicorn. Only barely able to keep herself from blacking out, she was unable to stop him from pulling his pulsing length from her cum-slathered hole to paint her back.

“Sorry about that,” Fluttershy cooed, walking to her friend’s face as the beast unceremoniously stepped off the bed and towards the kitchen, “he gets a bit excited.”

“Y…you’re telling me,” Rarity rasped, feeling his essence leak from her backside. Shakily pushing herself up, knowing full well that she’d be sore in the morning, she used her friend for support. “If it’s not too much to ask, may I use your washroom to freshen up?”

“Of course,” the pegasus merrily replied, waving a hoof to the bathroom.

As Rarity shambled off to get a shower, both covered and filled with the creature’s sticky spunk, she grappled to comprehend everything that had happened. What was supposed to be a relaxed day of visiting her friend had become a sinful event beyond description. She wasn’t necessarily upset that she’d ended up having sex with a creature she’d only just met, although she was slightly troubled by just how amazing her afternoon had been.

Anon had delivered an experience like no other, and she honestly wouldn’t mind having another go at him, but that presented a problem; even with the combined efforts of Fluttershy and herself, they’d only barely been able to satisfy the beast! Turning the tap and setting the water to warm, standing beside the tub, an idea struck her like a bolt from the blue - if two mares were only just enough to mollify Anon, maybe a third pony would do the trick…

Changing Currents

A weary smile spit Twilight’s muzzle, as she soared through the sky and spotted Ponyville in the distance. It felt like forever since she’d been home - well, the home she’d spent nearly the last decade in, and she couldn’t wait to see what everypony had been up to in her absence. Having been away in Canterlot for nearly a year, having been crowned as the reigning Princess of Equestria, all she wanted to do was relax and catch up with her friends.

Moving at a relaxed pace, approaching town from the north west, she passed over the train station and spotted a unique figure - in fact three unique figures. It would be hard for anypony to miss Sunburst’s vivid mane or Trixie’s hat from a mile away, so the sight of her two companions brought a smile to her face. Though she hadn’t planned on making an impromptu pitstop, seeing three of the ponies she’d entrusted the School of Friendship to certainly couldn’t hurt anything.

Drifting down before the trio, watching them get closer and closer, she cocked her head. She’d initially thought that something seemed odd about the two mares, but it wasn’t until she’d landed that she fully comprehended what was going on. Either Trixie and Starlight had put on a lot of weight in her absence, or they were both very gravid. Grinning over at her, the three immediately cantered over to greet her.

“Twilight - wow - it’s been a while!” Sunburst exclaimed, adjusting his glasses. “What brings you to town?”

“Just thought I’d pop in for a visit. Let me tell you, Canterlot is a lot busier than I remember it being,” the Princess laughed, slipping glances to the mares’ rounded bellies. “So what are you three up to?”

“The great and pregnant Trixie requires pickles,” Trixie boldly attested.

Glimmer nodded, totally unphased by the magician’s remark. “And spicy nachos.”

“Huh…” Twilight grunted, taken off guard by the news. “I’m sorry I didn’t hear about this earlier, but congratulations!”

“Yeah,” Sunburst muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Honestly, given how busy I’ve been with these two, I haven’t had much time to do anything. Between pampering them and tending to their - Ahem - urges, they don’t give me much time to do anything.”

Trotting up to his side, pressing herself against him, Trixie chuckled. “Well it’s your fault for being such a stud.”

“I’m sorry, Honey,” Starlight cooed, moving to the stallion’s opposite side. “Once we get home from our errands, I’ll give you that special treatment you like so much…”

“With a little help from your assistant!” Trixie purred, kissing her way up his neck and to his ear.

Twilight could scarcely believe her eyes or ears. Though none of them had expressly said such, it was heavily implied that Sunburst had sired a foal with both Trixie and Starlight, an act that was as confusing as it was unbelievable. She’d known the three got along, yet she would never have guessed that they’d enter a polyamorous relationship with one another.

“Where are my manners,” Sunburst chirped, turning his attention to the askance alicorn. “Would you like to join us? It’s been a while since we’ve invited a fourth to the bedroom!”

“I’m - uh - I’m good, b…but thank you for offering!” Twilight falteringly noted, suddenly feeling very out of place. Flapping her wings and hovering above the ground, she anxiously waved. “I’m supposed to meet the girls at Fluttershy’s house, so I’ve got to get going.”

An arrogant smirk split Trixie’s features, as her eyes wandered to the alicorn’s backside. “Well if you change your mind, feel free to stop by. My best tricks always happen between the sheets…”

In a rare moment, Twilight genuinely didn’t know what to say - goodness, she barely knew what to think! She simply smiled, gave a halfhearted nod, and left the three lovers to go about their business. To be sure, somepony should have let her know that two professors and the guidance counselor at her School were in a relationship, but she tried not to let it bother her; soon enough, she’d be able to pick her friends’ brains for answers.

Flying harder and faster than ever, it only took her a few minutes to reach the animal sanctuary on the outskirts of town. Spotting the cottage, she wearily smiled. No matter the calamity, the demure, soft-spoken pegasus was a pillar of calm that never failed to soothe her. While the peculiar situation with Starlight, Trixie, and Sunburst did raise questions, she took some small solace that nopony was getting hurt - at least, not that she was aware of.

“Fluttershy!” she shouted, touching down and breaking into a canter toward the cottage’s front door. “Fluttershy, are you home? It’s me, Twilight!”

Reaching and rapping her hoof on the door, attempting to calm her tattered nerves, she drew a deep breath, held it for a moment, and slowly exhaled. Considering she and her friends had quite literally saved the world on multiple occasions, she had no reason to be overly worried - nevertheless, the bizarre circumstances simply felt wrong. Moments after knocking a second time, she stepped back when she heard the lock click.

“Twilight?” Fluttershy inquired, opening the door to meet her guest.

A wave of relief struck Twilight, seconds before she noticed what was going on inside. The breath hitched in her throat, her blood ran cold, her eyes widened, as she gazed upon an obscene spectacle. Laying on the floor in the living room, with her friends on or beside it, was a large, hairless thing - a thing that was buck naked and seemingly without a care in the world.

Throughout all her travels in Equestria, she’d never seen a creature quite like the one merrily being serviced by her companions. Nearly triple the height and possibly quadruple the mass of a pony, the biped noticed her staring, smiled, and amiably waved in her direction. While the genial, wordless greeting was innocent to a fault, it stood in stark contrast to the circumstances.

Applejack sat upon his waist, fucking herself on him like it was the last day in her life, while Rainbow Dash rested between his parted thighs with her face buried in his groin. Pinkie and Rarity weren’t much better off, with the former grinding her marehood on his shin and the latter being fingered by his left hand. To say the sight was indecent would have been a woeful understatement, yet their host was as calm and reserved as ever.

“Oh ~” Fluttershy hummed, passively looking over her shoulder at the orgy in her den, “him. I found him in the Everfree forest nearly a year ago, shortly after you went off to Canterlot. He’s actually really friendly.”

Tearing her eyes off the bawdiness in the living room, Twilight had to force herself to look at the bashful pegasus. “What even is he?”

Fluttershy gave the tiniest of shrugs, grinding her thighs together all the while. “Honestly, I’m not sure. Nopony can understand him, but it’s easy enough to figure out what he wants,” she replied, her cheeks darkening. “Would you like to join us?”

“Hey,” Rainbow Dash blared, momentarily withdrawing to leer at the exit, “I get next! Just because you’re a Princess doesn’t mean you get to cut in line!”

No sooner did she finish her heated admonishment than she jammed her muzzle against his nuts and slickened shaft, inches below where the stalwart earth pony feverishly bounced. Her tongue mopped his length, licking the pre-cum and marish juices from his cock, as she reached between her legs to stroke her engorged marehood.

Fully hilting herself with a particularly savage downstroke, Applejack gyrated her toned ass atop the giant. “Ya might want ta get comfy down there, Dash, Ah ain’t stoppin’ ‘til mah legs give out.”

With her forehooves resting on his broad chest, she lifted her waist, freed a portion of his length from her clinging confines, and set to riding him like a seasoned cowgirl. Her taut, lower lips were drawn out with her every upstroke, before being stuffed back in on her descents. Though she lacked the magic of a unicorn or speed of a pegasus, she put every ounce of her considerable earth pony strength into the lustful endeavor.

“R…right there, Darling,” Rarity stammered, bucking her hips back against his hand.

Facing him, with his arm snaked between her legs, she gnawed her lower lip while he got her off. Her genteel and proper demeanor had been stripped away, overshadowed by what sure as heck appeared to be an insatiable libido. A pair of his digits pistoned into her sex, his thumb stroking her bulbous clit, and his forearm was absolutely coated in her nectar, as held her tail flagged for him.

Twilight hadn’t even noticed Fluttershy step to her side, until the usually timid pegasus draped a wing over her back and guided her inside. “Fluttershy, what in the world is going on?” she demanded, shifting her attention over to the one mare who wasn’t indulging herself.

“Oh - um -” Fluttershy murmured, glancing over at the supine creature. “That’s Anon - at least I call him Anon. Honestly, I’m not sure what his name is, but he saved me in the forest and he’s really nice…”

Lowering her head and slamming a hoof into her face, Twilight shook her head. “That’s very nice, but what in the hay are you girls doing?!”

The sheepish pegasus only then seemed to get the hint, her eyes going alight with understanding. “W…well, it’s a long story, b…but he can get grumpy if he’s pent-up,” she sputtered, licking her lips and peeking over at the beast’s loins. “Would you like to join us? I’ll explain everything -”

“Aaaaaaahn,” Applejack’s climactic wail cut through the air, resonating throughout the cottage, as her marehood erupted.

Positively baptized in her companion’s orgasmic juices, Dash flew into a frenzy. Hungrily lapping at Applejack’s spasming snatch, her hoof angrily stroked her clit. Pinkie and Rarity fared no better, their enthusiasm redoubling when the earth pony climaxed. All Twilight could do was stare in disbelief, watching her friends devolve into a group of slatternly harlots before her very eyes.

“My turn!” Pinkie chirped, hopping up and unceremoniously shoving the recovering earth pony from atop the biped.

Rocketing to her hooves, Dash instantly grappled with Pinkie for dominance. “Like hay it’s your turn! You’re not the one who got hosed down in apple juice - besides, you and Rarity were supposed to cover the afternoon shift, so get off!”

“But I wanted him to glaze my donut!” Pinkie bleated. Pausing to peek back at her backside, her brief respite was all the pegasus needed to get the upper hoof.

With a titanic heave, summoning some unknowable lecherous strength, Dash flung the pink party pony over, wheeled around, heaved Applejack to the side, and leaped into the air. As unsettling as it was to see the Wonderbolt nearly assault her companions, seeing her do a backflip and land squarely on Anon, impaling herself in the process, was even more disquieting. The moment his turgid cock sheathed within her, she started fucking him with blinding speed.

“Oh yeah,” she blared, her backside a blur, “feel free to join in.”

The colossus grinned down his chest at her, bracing his legs and moving his hands to her waist. With a fucked-silly Applejack and crestfallen Rarity to his left, and a grumpy Pinkie Pie to his right, he secured his grasp on the libidinous pegasus and rammed his hips upward. His single, merciless thrust, compared to the outright flurry of Dash’s downward plunges, was as devastating as it was terrifying.

As Dash’s body was driven upward, nearly setting her off balance, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. With but a single stroke of his massive endowment, he brought her motions to an abrupt halt, but he wasn’t finished with her yet. Apparently provoked, or possibly inspired by her hubris, he started plowing her like some primal, alien deity.

The pegasus gleefully squealed like a filly on prom night, thrashing and covetously clenching around his length, as he utterly ruined her. Rocking equipment that would put even the biggest stallion to shame, while simultaneously having the strength of a minotaur, he used the athletic mare like a living, breathing sex-toy. Losing herself to his ruthless domination in the blink of an eye, she either ignored or forgot about her nearby friends.

“Uh,” Fluttershy mumbled, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. “If…if you aren’t interested in joining us, would you mind if I get back to work? The quicker Dash gets to cum, the faster Anon will bend me over and breed me…”

“I…I…I gotta go,” Twilight blurted, turning and rushing out the door.

Darned if she knew where she was going, but she had to leave - not because of how awkward the situation was, but because she was absolutely drenched. Over the span of mere minutes, having witnessed her trusted friends shamelessly servicing the beast, she’d gotten so excited that it hurt. Her marehood drooled with anticipation, and her heart thundered in her chest, as the insidious notion of bedding the giant beast insidiously permeated every facet of her thoughts.

Taking to the sky, making a beeline toward her castle, she digested everything that had transpired since returning to town. For starters, something seemed off in Ponyville, though she couldn’t quite put her hoof in precisely what it was - secondly and more troublingly, for reasons she couldn’t understand, all of her friends seemed ensorceled by the bizarre giant. As she puzzled the amorous conditions she’d happened upon, a thought occurred.

If there was one pony in all of Equestria who may be able to help with the situation, it would be her sister-in-law. Cadance was quite literally the Princess of Love and, like most alicorns, a veritable wellspring of arcane might. Even if Shining’s wife couldn’t explain what was going on, she may be able to unravel the erotic enigma of what happened to her fellow elements. Lifting her head, seeing her keep on the horizon, she increased her speed.

It took her a matter of minutes to reach her destination, ascending higher and zipping to the balcony of her study. As pleasant as it would be to catch up with Spike, the peculiar and perverse circumstances she’d discovered demanded she make messaging Cadance a priority. While she did take some comfort that the giant biped wasn’t hostile, she needed to figure out why her friends had discarded their modesty and become little more than concubines for him.

Igniting her horn and opening the balcony door, she rushed inside and came to a stop at her desk, and went to work. The muscle memory of years spent working in her study came rushing back, as she thoughtlessly gathered up a blank scroll, her inkwell, a quill, wax, and her seal. It wasn’t rare for her to write to Cadance - in fact, they exchanged correspondence on a regular basis, but this was the first time she’d genuinely needed help with something.

As she carefully jotted down what she’d witnessed, she was unable to suppress an excited shiver from recalling how blissful Dash had been while getting plowed. It pained her to admit it, but she was more than a little riled up from the shocking display she’d seen. Keeping her letter as concise and unbiased as possible, yet heavily emphasizing the need for Cadance to investigate the matter, she worked as quickly as she could.

Finishing the message with record speed, she neatly rolled the scroll, sealed it with a wax stamp, and magically sent it off to the Crystal Empire’s keep. Ordinarily speaking, she would have had Spike send the letter for her - that said, she’d rather not explain everything that had happened to the innocent, carefree dragon. With a heavy sigh, hoping to hear back from her dearest sister-in-law before long, she teleported the letter and trotted out of her study and into the hallway.

“Spike,” she hollered, looking to either end of the corridor, “I’m home!”

Strolling through the bowels of her castle, forcing herself to take a relaxed pace, formulated a plan. Regardless of what was going on, nopony was in any imminent danger - moreover, she’d have to wait until Cadance responded to her request. The only reasonable thing she could do was stay calm, distract herself, and be patient. Hearing the pitter patter of clawed feet on marble, moments before the short, squat dragon appeared from around a corner, she smiled.

“Twi!” he whooped, scampering over to give her a hug.

Resting a forehoof to his back, pulling him close, she smiled. “I missed you too, Spike - say, you want to go out for a meal and some ice cream at the Hayburger? It’ll be my treat!”

Grinning from ear to ear, he nodded his head. “Like you even have to ask!”

Lazily trotting down the corridor at his side, moving to the stairwell which led to the front door, she grinned. On the off chance that there was something amiss in Ponyville, Spike would have alerted her to it straight away - not to mention Starlight Glimmer, Sunburst, or any number of ponies would have raised the alarm. Focusing on her trusted assistant, listening to him chatter excitedly about the school, her concerns slowly dwindled.

Mercifully for her, her afternoon was an absolute delight. Though her dinner with Spike was relatively short, she’d enjoyed her time with him all the same. Once they’d returned home from their meal, she saw him off to bed, grabbed a few books for herself, and retired to her room to read up on the mysterious goings on in Ponyville. Though Cadance was the de facto expert on matters of love, doing a bit of research certainly couldn’t hurt in the slightest.

While she couldn’t exactly say what she’d been reading directly beforehand, the excitement of the day, her flight, and wildly unforeseen experience of seeing her friends serving the Anon creature had left her more tired than she thought, and it didn’t take her long to drift off. The last thing she recalled before falling asleep was thinking that everything would be just fine. Between herself and Cadance, not to mention Luna and Celestia, there wasn’t a problem in the world that couldn’t be dealt with.

…

Warm rays of dawn light played over her face, causing her to stir. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d slept so soundly - then again she’d gone for quite some time without sleeping in her old, comfortable, comforting bed. Rolling from the mattress, blithely itching her backside, she began her morning routine in earnest. It wasn’t until after she’d showered and brushed her teeth did she stroll back to her study. Opening the door and peering into her office, seeing a roll of parchment resting on her desk, the memories of what had happened the day before came rushing back. Without a second thought, she ran to the letter, opened it, and read over its contents.

Twilight,

This is most confusing and, might I say, disconcerting news. I believe I’ll pay Fluttershy and her guest a visit tomorrow morning. If you could join me at nine am at her home, I’d love to have your company while I investigate the matter. See you soon.

Love,

Cadance

Glancing over at her grandfather clock, seeing it was already nine-thirty, Twilight scrunched her snout. If she’d only had the forethought to check her study before going to bed, she would have set an alarm for herself - sadly, that wasn’t the case. Cantering out and onto the balcony, extending her wings, she took to the air and whizzed over ponyville - at least she started to, before she noticed something strange.

As she descended from the heavens, fluttering down to the center of town, she quirked her brow. It wasn’t the fact that there seemed to be a great many ponies out and about that caught her interest - no, it was what they were doing. While it wasn’t uncommon for the townsponies to be friendly with one another, oftentimes chatting or waving hello, there seemed to be an overabundance of physical contact going on. Shaking her head, she dismissed any concern and headed to Sugarcube Corner.

Despite Ponyville being unusually active, she had more pressing matters to attend to. She’d missed the message from Cadance and unintentionally made herself late - things hardly befitting a Princess! Though it may have seemed silly, she was inclined to pick up some breakfast for her friends and her in-law - after she’d procured some baked goods, then she’d join the Princess of Love to investigate.

Walking into the shop, setting the bell above the door to jingle, she lifted a forehoof, took a deep breath to say hello, and froze. The bakery was far from empty, with no fewer than a dozen ponies gathered within the comfy interior; while the sight of having multiple customers waiting to make purchases wasn’t strange in the slightest, none of the ponies seemed interested in buying anything - in fact, they seemed intent on giving something instead. Gathered around Mrs. Cake, who was straddling her husband on the middle of the floor, five stallions sat and furiously masturbated to the exhibitionistic couple.

Not only was the portly mare riding her husband like a horny youth, but she was exceptionally pregnant, as or more gravid than Trixie or Starlight had been. Though Twilight would like to think that the unborn foal belonged to her betrothed, the myriad of studs surrounding the baker gave her a moment for pause. Surely there was no way the couple could be that into swinging ~ right?

“That’s right,” the plump baker groaned, slamming her cushiony ass on Mr. Cake’s slender hips, “give Mama plenty of glaze!”

Twilight had faced tyrants of renown, stood against literal demigods of chaos, and even traveled to other timelines, yet she was not prepared to face such depravity. While she had no idea what had gotten into everypony, or why the Cakes were causing such a lewd spectacle, she realized it was time to beat a hasty retreat. The last thing she needed was to interrupt whatever was going on, so she promptly wheeled around, saw herself out, and locked the door behind herself.

Stopping on the stoop, hearing the whorish cries of the bakers and their audience, her thoughts raced. There may have been a slim chance that she’d stumbled on some private gettogether the cakes had arranged, since she hadn’t ordered the cupcakes in advance - still, it was extremely irresponsible for them to leave the door unlocked; for goodness sake, anypony could have walked in on the intimate moment! Knitting her brow and rubbing her chin, trying and failing to find a reasonable explanation for what she’d just witnessed, a stifled whimper caught her ear.

Looking to her left, toward the source of the noise, she gasped. Derpy, the tried and true mailmare of town, had her upper half firmly lodged in a postal drop box. While it wasn’t the first time the poor pegasus had managed to get herself stuck somewhere awkward, nor would it likely be the last, that wasn’t what was so disquieting. Lined up down the sidewalk were a number of stallions waiting to make a deposit.

“Next please,” Derpy called, her muffled voice sailing through the air.

Without skipping a beat, being the first stallion in the queue, Filthy Rich nonchalantly stepped forward, mounted the trapped mare, and started fucking Derpy with reckless abandon. Given how casually he’d committed the adulterous act, he apparently wasn’t concerned with anypony being able to see him cheat on his wife. Grunting with every thrust, he pounded into the wriggling, giggling pegasus with everything he had.

“Hey,” a sonorous voice intoned, snapping Twilight from her stupor.

Looking to her right, feeling her heart skip a beat, she spotted Thunderlane looming behind her and to her left. Though she didn’t speak with the large, imposing pegasus all that often, having only chatted with him in passing, his friendly smile and relaxed stance set her mind at ease. Considering he was the first pony who’d spoken with her since she got back to town, she might just get some answers about what in the hay was going on.

Turning to face him, wrenching her eyes from the debauchery at the mailbox, she uneasily grinned. “H…hey, Thunder, how’ve you been?”

“A lot better now that I’m looking at the sexiest alicorn this side of Canterlot,” he purred, his eyes dancing down her side and to her flank.

Keenly aware of just where he was looking, she shifted uncomfortably. “Right - say, you wouldn’t know what’s going on, would you?”

Thunder reluctantly shifted his attention from her hindquarters to her face, his smug smirk unwavering. “Honestly, I’m not sure,” he began, twisting in place to present his side. “How about you come back to my place and we can figure it out.”

“W…well I don’t…” the words died in her throat, as she noticed the thick, meaty, coal-black length dangling from his crotch.

What she’d presumed was him turning in the direction of his house had been anything but. As she gawked at his rigid stallionhood, stunned by the sheer size of his endowment, a bead of saliva crept past her lips and crept down her chin. Had it not been for his cocky chuckle, Celestia knows how long she would have openly stared at his dangling, twitching tool.

She didn’t say a word, leaping into the air and taking to the skies in an instant, as her fight or flight response kicked into high gear. Darned if she knew what was going on, or why everypony was being so amorous, but something was definitely wrong. It would have been bizarre enough to encounter one scandalous scene, but finding herself facing three in a hoofful of minutes defied logic. Taking a moment to collect herself, heading up and away from the little village, she flew in the direction of Fluttershy’s house.

The way she saw it, there was only one reasonable explanation for whatever was going on - that Anon creature that Fluttershy was hosting. She may not have known exactly what the giant was, where he’d come from, or what he was capable of, but she knew he had to be playing some part in all the depravity - even if he wasn’t, her friends and Cadance would surely unlock the mystery and put things right. Between the Elements of Harmony, the Princess of Love, and herself, there wasn’t a problem in Equestria they couldn’t set right.

As she approached the small cottage, she spotted something out of place. Resting nearly fifty yards from Fluttershy’s front door was what sure as heck looked like Cadance and Anon, but they weren’t standing - if anything, it looked like they were fighting. Flying into a panic, ignoring her friends circled around the confrontation, she summoned her magic and teleported herself before them.

Magic crackled around her horn, her jaw clenched, and the muscles about her legs tensed, as she reappeared and prepared for a fight. “What in the hay is -”

“Harder!” Cadance howled. “Fuck me harder, you glorious beast!”

With her chest pressed to the earth, her golden peytral smeared with dirt, the Princess of Love weakly threw her ass back at Anon’s wildly thrusting hips. Not only had Cadance forsaken her vows, rutting the very beast she’d gone to investigate, but she’d done so for an audience. Watching the alicorn get plowed like a field in spring, all of Twilight’s friends voyeuristically indulged in the display.

Twilight had thought watching the titan being worshiped by her friends was lewd, but that show had been mere child’s play compared to what she was seeing. Standing behind the alicorn, covetously holding her hips, he rutted her with all the unstoppable force of a freight train. Though Cadance was nearly double the size of a typical mare, his imposing size and strength eclipsed her might a thousand times over.

The drumbeat of flesh slapping flesh, Anon’s grunts, and Cadance’s wanton cries were like a sinful duet, yet the hushed whimpers and mewls from their audience elevated the performance to a hedonistic symphony. Fearing what she may find, Twilight looked to her friends and went rigid. Discontent to simply observe the exhibitionism, each and every one of her companions was unabashedly getting themselves off.

Pinkie, Fluttershy, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and Applejack keenly watched Cadance being brutally fucked, while they rubbed their loins to the performance. Who could say if they were even aware of what each other was doing, being fixated by the depravity before them, yet it was of little consequence. Heedless or uncaring of what their companions were up to, they masturbated all the same.

Sparks of power sputtered from Cadance’s horn, as she was dominated by the colossus. “Breed me, please! Make me your mare!”

With an angry snort, Anon draped himself over her back, shifted one hand to her head, and drove her face into the dirt. Intelligent or not, he fucked with all the savage fury of a wild animal - an act that she seemed particularly enamored with. Her eyelids fluttered, her legs buckled, and a string of lewd, wholly unbecoming noises crept past her lips, yet she somehow managed to stay standing for the giant.

Though his vehemence was as plain as day, he was far from finished with his royal mate. Wrapping her lustrous mane around his hand, he cruelly pulled her head back and bellowed some unintelligible word. As the final, unknowable syllable left his lips, the unthinkable happened - the Princess of Love came with the full fury of a carnal apocalypse.

A literal shockwave of sorcerous force blasted from the braying, convulsing alicorn, overtaking the onlookers and rippling across the earth like a tsunami. As the energy washed over the ponies, they came instantaneously, falling to the ground and gushing orgasmic juices over themselves and the grass beneath them. The only mare that managed to stay standing was Twilight, yet she was far from unaffected by the detonation.

Twilight’s marehood seized, her nipples went erect, and she was brought to the very precipice of ecstasy in the blink of an eye. While some part of her wasn’t too stunned by the amorous Princess’ cataclysmic climax, an equally large, albeit markedly more somber part of her was shaken to the core. Seeing the surge of power speeding off to Ponyville, her worst fears were confirmed - her bid to summon Cadance for help had backfired spectacularly, and now the townsponies were going to be overtaken by lecherous concussion of an alicorn.

As a shadow fell over her, she craned her head and looked upward. Looming right over her, his turgid, slick cock pointed squarely at her face, Anon grinned. Without having said a word, his intentions for her were as clear as the blazing sun in a cloudless sky. Her survival instincts kicked in, her wings unfurled from her back, and she leapt into the air with lightning speed, compelled by a single impulse - survive.

Though flying was far from the easiest thing to do, she called upon her magic and winked out of existence. Things had gone from bad to worse, and the world now faced a foe equal to or rivaling any it had ever seen before. If she didn’t get help, and get help fast, Equestria may be doomed.

Eye of the Storm

The scene displayed to Celestia and Luna was quite dramatic, although they should have expected it considering the urgency of the message Twilight used to summon them. A simple message of HELP from the Princess of Friendship had caught them completely off guard. Having landed just outside Ponyville, they scrunched their snouts and attempted to make sense of what they were seeing.

A vast purple magical barrier enveloped the entirety of the small town, spanning between the Everfree forest and the hills to the west of the village. The two retired Princesses could feel that there was magical mayhem happening within the field and, even more troubling, it was clear that the shield was slowly failing and would soon fall. Though they had no idea what was being contained, they knew that whatever chaos was inside would soon be unleashed.

To make matters worse, just outside the force field, the two sisters found Twilight. Panting and moaning, the young Princess funneled power into her horn to maintain the barrier. In a rush, Celestia and Luna approached her and charged their own magic to help but, before they could intervene, she turned towards them and shouted.

“No! S-stop!”

Startled, the diarchs took stock of Twilight and made a stunning revelation. They’d initially believed her straining was due to the power needed to sustain the shield, but that was only partially the case; the younger alicorn looked in fact like a mare about to succumb to her own arousal. Slickened in sweat, heaving air into her bosom, it appeared as if she was in the throes of estrus.

As they approached the stricken alicorn, their suspicions were confirmed. Her tail kept twitching and parting aside, giving fleeting glimpses of her winking, positively sopping wet marehood. There was no doubt about it, Twilight was in heat - no, some unnaturally strong sort of heat. All things considered, they’d never seen the young alicorn in such a pitiful state. Even the little Princess’ eyes seemed off.

“G-get Discooo - Ugh!” Twilight finally managed to cry. “The barrier! O-only him…!”

Celestia understood and, with a flash of light, magically called the Lord of Chaos. Only a few seconds after the message was sent, Discord appeared before them. Wearing a shower cap and holding a soapy brush, he scrunched his snout and leered at the trio.

“Seriously, you should learn to pick a better time to call me,” he huffed, “or I should learn to never shower again…” Taking note of something which held Twilight’s sorry state, he shifted back to his typically chaotic form and followed her gaze. “Well, well, well ~ what do we have here?” he hummed, bending forward and running a finger down her spine.

The contact, though innocuous, had a dramatic effect on the purple alicorn. Twilight howled and convulsed, lewdly gushing marish juices onto the grass - still she managed to keep control on the barrier. Fighting through her pleasure, she set her jaw and focused on the magical field.

“Discord, stop your buffoonery! This is an urgent matter and we need you to sustain the barrier to free Twilight!” shouted Luna, unamused by the draconequus’ unintended meddling.

“Ugh ~ fine! Ruin my fun as usual now, would you,” he grunted and petulantly folded his arms over his chest.

With a snap of his fingers, the failing barrier was instantaneously bolstered, allowing the young Princess to relent. As she fell to the ground, panting and doing her best to catch her breath, she stared up at the sky in a stupor. Now that the little alicorn was freed from her labors, the elder Princesses rushed over to check on her.

Twilight lay motionless, struggling to compose herself. While she was more than relieved that she didn’t have to focus on the force field, that did little to address the overpowering lust coursing through her - unfortunately for her, she was given little time to rest. Before she was able to recover, she found the Princesses looming over her.

The questions began straight away, though Twilight was barely able to get a word in edgewise. After curtly silencing Celestia and Luna, she got to her hooves and did her best to explain everything that had happened. From Fluttershy’s discovery of the strange creature to Cadance’s failed intervention and subsequent rutting, the entire bizarre, depraved story was laid on the table.

In disbelief of the tale, barely believing what she was hearing, Luna cleared her throat. “So this Anon is the cause of this magical mayhem that is happening?”

“I believe so,” answered Twilight, “but I do not think he is doing it out of malice or even that he’s aware of what he’s doing.”

“Why do you say so?” interjected Celestia.

Twilight shook her head, still trying to put the pieces together herself. “I did manage to get some research done yesterday evening, and while holding the barrier I could probe the flow of magic in the area. Plus there is no record of anything like this creature in all the annals of history.”

The sisters looked at each other, then Celestia stepped forward. “Indeed, we’ve never heard of such a being before ~ what about you Discord?”

“As much as I’d love to take the credit, or even know about such chaotic effects, I have to admit that I am completely stumped by this,” grumbled the draconequus.

As attention shifted again towards her, Twilight continued with her theory. “I believe that Anon is not from this world - possibly not even from our universe or plane of existence. I also think that he is completely devoid of magic.” The purple alicorn paused as she watched the expressions on the other’s faces switched from surprise to incredulity, but as no objection came forth, she continued. “Being completely empty of magic, our universe is trying, for lack of better term, to fill the void, and all the lingering background magical weave is being absorbed into him at an ever increasing rate. The problem is that if he is really a magical void then he has the potential of literally devouring all the magic in the world!”

Discord reared back, askance. “Now that you mention it, I think I can feel the actual flow”

“Yes,” affirmed Twilight, “I put up that barrier not only to protect the outside from the effect of the lust but also to act like a dam to stop the influx of raw magic. Unfortunately, the barrier itself will gradually erode away as well, and will eventually fall, no matter the power we can fuel it with.”

“I see,” murmured Celestia, “and what about this lust effect you were talking about?”

“The more magic Anon absorbs, the more turbulent the flux becomes. The closest analog I could think of is like if you unplug a sink full of water, at some point it will form a whirlpool, which will grow in size the more water rushes in, in fact at this point I believe the term ‘maelstrom’ would be more accurate,” the little alicorn postulated.

“Seems reasonable, and you believe this maelstrom is the cause of the lust magic?” inquired Luna.

Twilight nodded, overjoyed that they understood the gravity of the situation. “Yes, the maelstrom is somehow affected by Anon’s subconscious, and is turning all the magic it touches in waves of pure lust that effect anypony, or actually anything, that has any sort of sexual presence; this is why I stopped you both from taking on the barrier and asked Discord to do it, as he is completely asexual he is immune to the lust waves crashing on it.”

Discord seemed to swell with pride, holding a paw to his chest. “I am above such simple corporeal needs.”

Ignoring the remark, Twilight continued. “Still, even with Discord’s power fully dedicated to it, we’ve only bought some time before the maelstrom is free and, once it is, I do not believe we’ll be able to re-contain it. It will grow until all magic in the world is absorbed into Anon, but not before turning everypony into sex-crazed zombies.”

“And do you have any idea to stop this from happening?” Celestia asked.

Twilight hesitated, closed her eyes, sighed, then shook her head. “Yes, but you will not like it. You see when a stallion and a mare become - uh - intimate, the male imparts a bit of his natural magic into the female, so that their offspring can have both of their parent’s magical legacy, but if there is no foal the female radiates her partner's magic back to the ambient background little by little. I believe that my friends did the same with Anon. Every time he - well, releases into them, he gives them a little of the magic that was absorbed, and they radiate it back into the world, this way they unknowingly slowed down the expansion of the maelstrom. The worst thing is that Cadance’s power somehow magnified this process.”

Though she blushed heavily, Luna knit her brow. “So you are saying that if enough mares were to absorb Anon's magic we could reverse the growth of the maelstrom?”

“Not necessarily only mares, but dragonesses, changelings, griffins - as long as they are females anypony could do. The way things stand, all the females in the world wouldn’t be able to successfully break this cycle.” Twilight lowered her head, her cheeks darkening. “That brings me to my solution - there is only one species of creature that could stand to absorb so much magic and release it in a quantity large enough to hope to have success.”

Realization suddenly hit the other two Princesses, their blush growing to match Twilight’s as the implication sunk in. An intense debate followed with Celestia, Luna and Twilight exchanging ideas and options back and forth; even Discord occasionally chimed in, as soon as he stopped writhing on the ground from laughter. Regrettably, as the conversation continued, the hopes of finding an alternate solution dwindled, until the two sisters found themselves forced to agree with Twilight’s prognosis and, very reluctantly, accept their duty. Quick preparations followed, knowing that every minute they lost was one more minute of the maelstrom strengthening and even more debauchery happening inside the barrier.

With their admittedly perverse plan laid, Twilight moved toward the field. “OK, so to recap, we must save as much magic as we can to maintain a smaller barrier around us to protect us from the lust until we reach Anon - that also means no flying, only trotting. We will inevitably walk into numerous debaucherous happenings, but we can’t let that stop us. No matter what happens, we need to keep moving.”

Coming to a stop directly before the barrier, she looked between the sisters. “There is some good news: the maelstrom magically sustains the bodies of those it influences, effectively keeping them fed as long as they are in the area. The lust does not effect asexual creatures, so both sexually immature foals under a certain age and elders should be immune to it - nevertheless, the draining and feeding still apply to them as well, so I expect that they simply fell unconscious where they stood when the first wave of the maelstrom hit. Finally, the barrier projects a contraceptive effect so at least we should not be worried about that.”

Though the diarch sisters were disquieted by the news, they took some measure of relief that not everypony in Ponyville would be affected by such a malign plight. Should ponies of every age be afflicted, the results would be even more disastrous than they doubtlessly already were - nevertheless, even knowing that some would be spared, the circumstances were still dire. There were doubtlessly many youngsters who would be having their first time, naively doing things that only fully grown adults should do, giving the Princesses all the more reason to make haste.

“Perfect,” snorted Luna. “And the bad news? I mean, aside the fact that we’re about to offer our bodies to a creature we never even saw before.”

Twilight lowered her head to face away from the former ruler of the night. “The bad news is that the lust effect is extremely pervasive. I suspect that, even if we are successful, those who are inside the barrier now will carry a much higher libido and less inhibition than what could be considered normal for the rest of their lives. Then there is the effect of Anon’s direct - um - contact...” Both Luna and Celestia raised their eyebrows at the younger alicorn, before she continued. “He is absurdly addictive. All my friends became like mindless thralls to him, even Cadence only lasted a few minutes before falling as well, so there is the real possibility that we also might…”

“Turn into hungry cumslut? Shameless whores for alien dick?” Discord guffawed, barely holding his laughter.

Celestia stepped over and reassuringly patted Twilight’s shoulder. “We will endure. Even if the worst comes to pass, our sacrifice will save Equestria, possibly even the world, and I think it is a price worth paying. As for you Discord, see that the barrier holds. If you fail, the extra influx of magic will make all our efforts useless and the entire Equestria, including dear Fluttershy, will be lost.”

The mention of losing his friend immediately sobered the draconequus. Collecting himself, continuing to support the protective field, he shot them a crisp salute. With nothing more to be said, the three alicorns raised a smaller barrier around themselves, nodded in agreement, then stepped through the larger one, and into Ponyville.

Even before they stepped foot into town, the depravity struck them like a gong. Sounds of moaning, groaning, and euphoric glee resonated from the small village, but that was only beginning. As they moved down the main street, through the very center of the small hamlet, they were besieged by sights that could and in all likelihood would make a whore blush.

The first actual sex which greeted them was between none other than a very pregnant Zecora and a trio of stallions. Straddling one of the studs, while he pounded into her, her backside was plundered by a second, she ravenously fellated the third. Her body was a dirvish, giving her lovers everything she had, as her eyes rolled back in unfettered bliss.

Though the Princesses slowed, taking more enjoyment from the scene than they cared to admit, they continued on their path. They couldn’t afford to stop, regardless of how arousing the spectacles they encountered. Little did they know, they’d only scratched the sinful surface of what the town had to offer.

A loud wail drew their attention to a backstreet and brought them to a halt. Their mouths agape, they watched none other than Ms. Cheerilee, who also seemed to be heavy with foal, was swarmed by a number of amorous, barely legal colts and fillies. The once chaste teacher rubbed, licked, suckled, and ground her ass on the small group of young ponies, uncaring for their tender age or that they were enthralled by Anon’s pestiferous powers, but that wasn’t the most troubling thing - the most troubling thing was that the foals, each and every one, were clambering for the older mare’s affection.

Though the young ponies may not have known what they were doing, lacking much or any worldly experience, each was driven by their primal desires. Humping and grinding away at the ordinarily chaste teacher, they abandoned their innocence with zeal. The one consolation, if there was one, was that everypony seemed to be enjoying themselves.

“S…should we help her?” Luna stammered, her tail reflexively flagging.

Twilight shook her head and turned away, in spite of her leaking marehood. “N…no. If we stay, there’s a darn good chance that they’ll turn their attention to us.”

Stifling a lustful hum, wiping a bead of saliva from her lips, Celestia peered longingly at the little orgy. “Perhaps if I -”

“No!” Twilight insisted, grabbing the elder alicorn’s leg. “We can’t stop! We have to keep going.”

With more reluctance than should have been necessary, the Princesses left the teacher to her sticky, dubiously legal fate, but it wasn’t long until they found another such scene - in fact, they found several. Approaching the town square, they stumbled upon what they could only describe as a sex party that defied all reasonable explanation.

To one side, on the porch of the town hall, Spike, Sweetie Belle, Gabby, and Smolder made wild, passionate love to one another. Little more than a mass of clawed limbs, hooves, and tongues, the quartet stretched the limits of what most gymnasts could accomplish. Every hole was licked, suckled, or stuffed with one limb or another, while their soft groans and whimpers added to the salacious cacophony filling the air.

Seeing what was effectively her son ensconced in wanton, interspecies group sex gave Twilight a moment for pause, but she knew better than to try and stop him. If she’d stepped in, she’d likely be tempted to join, especially if she left their miniature barrier, so leaving him was her only option. The only way to get him to stop would be to put an end to Anon’s influence.

Some pairings were relatively tame, such as Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon passionately kissing and rubbing one another, yet those were the outliers. Bestiality, incest, vast differences in age - nothing was beyond the corruptive touch of the carnal miasma infecting the village. As the Princesses skirted most of the action, taking care to give the lustful creatures as much space as they could, they nearly stumbled into the Apple family - well a few of them.

Mounted and rutting a spectacularly gravid Sugar Belle like it was the last day of his life, Mac snorted and growled while Applebloom buried her face in his ass. Not to be left out, Babs Seed lay beneath her cousin to lap at the young mare’s loins. It was only by the grace of some higher power that Granny Smith wasn’t present, but that was a mercy to everyone involved - especially the spectators.

Anything and everything that was once held sacred or socially acceptable was abandoned, such was the overwhelming power of Anon’s ethereal blight. The sanctity of marriage or relationships crumbled around them, interspecies boundaries were breached, and entire families lost themselves to the throes of passion with one another, as seemingly everything with a heartbeat in Ponyville caved to their lecherous wants. The only ponies not involved in the festivities were those who were too weary or passed out to take part.

Having staved off their growing temptation to fling themselves into the sexual fray, moving out of the center of town, Celestia, Luna, and Twilight turned a corner, found Scootaloo, and stopped dead in their tracks. The little pegasus’ lay draped across Lightning Dust, voraciously eating the older mare’s muff, while her nethers were lapped at by the would-be Wonderbolt. Even ponies who’d once been enemies weren’t immune to the erotic contamination of the maelstrom.

The entire town had devolved into bedlam, with ponies fucking at every corner, and it wasn’t just the ponies - no, it was the animals as well. Squealing in delight, throwing her ass back to meet the beast’s feverish thrusts, Zipporwhill was just as into being railed by her dog as he was into trying to breed her. Somehow, as nonsensical as it was, the filly was even wearing a collar and leash - a leash the canine held and tugged at with his jaws.

Unsettled and more turned on than any of them cared to admit, the trio of alicorns eventually found the culprit behind it all - Anon. Seemingly without a care in the world, in the middle of Fluttershy’s lawn, the man ruthlessly rutted the energetic party pony like a beast in heat. The wildly scandalous scene would have been troublesome enough in and of itself, yet the two were not alone - no, the elements of friendship and the Princess of Love were gathered around them, watching and furiously masturbating to the display. Each of the mares groaned and softly mewled, rubbing their cum-slickened marehoods in a trance.

Blowing a load in the quivering, climaxing earth pony, the man tenderly helped the mare to the ground, rose to his full height, and turned to face his regal visitors. Despite having just climaxed himself, his pulsing length leaking jizz to the ground, his orgasm hadn’t affected him in the slightest. As he slowly approached the Princesses, bearing a wolfish grin, the eldest alicorn lost her valiant battle to contain herself.

Celestia pounced on him with all the ferocity of a tiger in heat, toppling him to the ground while grinding her crotch against his turgid manhood. Heaven knows how long it had been since she’d gotten any action, considering she’d been the eldest ruler of Equestria for millennia, so the one-two punch of amorous energies and the depravity she’d seen had decimated her self-restraint. As she situated herself on top of him, bringing her marehood to the tip of his length, her spontaneous assault backfired spectacularly.

Grabbing her ample hips, Anon shifted beneath her, brought the head of his cock to her backdoor, and drove his hips upward. Celestia wailed in surprise, while her backside was unceremoniously stuffed, yet that was only the start of her troubles. She was given no time to acclimate to the intrusion, not even a moment to catch her breath, as he planted his feet on the ground and started plowing her ass like a field in spring.

Luna and Twilight were powerless to stop him. Even if they wanted to help, watching the large, typically demure alicorn getting screwed was all they could do - well almost all they could do. The younger Princesses wandered closer to their ally, drawn in by the ambrosial scent of sex, before seating themselves and rubbing themselves in preparation - after all, it would only be a matter of time until they had their turn with him.

Steadying herself, her forehooves resting to either side of Anon’s head, Celestia hammered her plush posterior down to meet the man’s thrusts. Until that moment, her rump had been chaste, untouched by anypony, leaving her at a loss from the staggering bliss coursing through her. Had she known that anal would feel as absolutely phenominal as it did, she would have taken to using her tush more often - luckily for her, her bipedal lover was more than happy to help acquaint her with the heavenly sensation of getting her plot ruined.

With one hand on her waist, he withdrew his free hand and gave her rear a playful, albeit rather hard smack. The tinge of pain mingled with her pleasure, sending her to her limit in the blink of an eye. A second spank preceded the first, followed by a third and fourth, until the Princess was pushed to the very brink.

As her motions faltered, her legs quivering and the breath hitching in her throat, she was dealt a fatal blow. Reaching up and grabbing the back of her head, he pulled her down and locked lips with her. In contrast to the open-handed slaps to her derriere, the kiss was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Using the full force of her royal Canterlot voice, intentionally or not, Celestia’s orgasmic braying shattered the windows of Fluttershy’s home.

In all her long life, never had she been subjected to such an unfathomable tide of bliss. It was as if every nerve in her body, the very core of her being, was awash with raw, unrefined pleasure. To think that such delights could be brought from her ass, a part of her she’d never even considered using before, was as wondrous as it was regrettable, making her lament what could have been centuries of having her booty plundered and played with. Fighting tooth and hoof to remain conscious, she collapsed atop the man.

“P…please,” Luna shakily began, drawing the man’s attention over to herself, “m…me next.”

She swallowed hard, as she turned around, pressed her chest to the ground, and spread her hind legs. Though she was a virgin, having endured eons without giving herself to another, that time had passed. Pushed to the brink of what she could endure, her lust clawing at her sanity, she presented herself and prepared to have the experience of a lifetime.

Peeking back over her shoulder, she watched Anon roll Celestia off himself, push himself up, and nonchalantly stroll toward her. Fear and anxious excitement raged within her, as he stepped behind her and affectionately caressed her upturned tush. Stars above - even his touch was enough to send a shiver up her spine! As she bit her bottom lip, unable to control herself, she rolled her hips back and rubbed her tush on his groin.

Anon wasted no time, steadying himself and guiding the tip of his shaft to her slavering entrance. No sooner did she feel his dick kiss her lower lips than he sank into her taut, virginal depths. The sensation was impossible to describe, but far from unpleasant. At long last, she was gradually filled, she was able to sympathize with her mare friends had waxed poetic about for oh-so long.

Slowly, tenderly, he stretched her canal until his balls came to rest against her clit. With that single thrust, having instantly gained a taste for what he had to offer, an unquenchable thirst seized her. Arching her back and freeing the base of his length, she threw her weight back and bucked herself on him.

Sparks of ecstasy ignited within her, stars danced before her eyes, and her heart skipped a beat, as the pleasant sensations he afforced struck her a second time. Not to be outdone, or perhaps inspired by her enthusiasm, Anon secured his grip and lazily started to genuinely fuck. Be it from some latent instinct, sensing how tight she was, or merely wanting to take his time with her, the end result was the same - unlike when he’d wantonly railed Celestia with all the grace of a rut-crazed bull, he made sweet, passionate love to her.

Moving in tune with her, their bodies in perfect sync, his hips collided with her toned rump while his nuts slapped against her. Her fears melted away, as the gates of nirvana opened for her. Good didn’t begin to describe how wondrous it was to feel his pistoning manhood sinking into and slipping out of her clinging marehood - no, this was something that defied what she could possibly articulate.

As heer eyes settled upon Twilight, she went rigid. Not only was her friend watching with unabashed awe, but she was feverishly getting off to the sight. It would have been jarring enough to be claimed by someone, let alone an alien from another world, but the exhibitionistic element caught her completely off guard. Feeling her cheeks darken, grunting with each of Anon’s thrusts, she couldn’t look away from her voyeuristic companion.

She’d heard tales about ponies who liked to show themselves off in an erotic manner, either by themselves or with a partner for a crowd, yet she’d never been able to wrap her head around the concept - that was until that moment. The thrill of being watched in such a compromised state, knowing that Twilight could see just how excited she was, pushed her to the very limits of what she could endure. Lost to her lustful imaginings, wondering just how unbecoming she must appear, she failed to take note of Anon shifting atop her.

Faster than she could react, the man slipped his hands under her hind legs, flexed his arms, and lifted her from the ground. The move was so fast and powerful that she barely even realized what he’d done, before finding herself in some extraordinarily lecherous parody of a wrestling hold. Luna gasped and howled, gushing her marish juices to the ground, as he held her to his chest and used her like a sex-toy.

Unable to move or think, barely able to breathe, she was put on full display for the entire world to see. Her snatch clung needily to Anon’s shaft, her modest bosoms wobbled on her abdomen, and she mewled like a lucky filly on prom night - not just because she was wracked with climax after climax, but because Twilight’s eyes never left her nethers. Heedless or uncaring of her plight, the man continued rucking her without a care in the world.

Luna weaved in and out of consciousness, her vision blurring, until he noticed just how hard he was throbbing within her. Though it was the first time she’d had sex, she immediately realized what was about to happen. Anon was about to fill her, pumping her full of his virile essence, and the thought drove her mad with desire.

“Inside,” she wailed, clamping around his pulsing length. “Make me your mare!”

As he rested his head on her shoulder, Anon gave her just what she wanted. Slamming her downward, he hilted himself and unloaded. The scalding influx and pressure of his seed surging into her womb broke her, evoking the most intense orgasm of her entire life. As she was embraced by the warm, welcoming embrace of darkness, only vaguely aware that she was being sat on the ground, she smiled and blacked out.

Twilight’s jaw hung open, saliva dangling from her lips, while Anon turned to face her. It was her turn, the power filling him was almost exhausted, and she knew exactly what to do. Gathering herself, she dashed over to a nearby tree stump and hopped up to seat herself. If he was going to screw her brains out, she wanted - no, needed to see his adonic face during the process.

Lifting and spreading her hind legs, keeping her marehood covered, she made her intentions known. If Celestia could have a mind-bending climax from getting her ass rutted, that’s exactly what she wanted to try out - after all, it wasn’t like he wouldn’t be happy to use any hole she had. Getting into position, experimentally nudging her pucker with his tool, he savagely grinned, pressed a hand to her chest, and drove his dick into her.

Her eyes rolled wildly, while her eyelids fluttered, as her backside was suddenly stuffed. Much like with Celestia, he gave her no time to adjust. There was no restraint, no tenderness whatsoever - he simply ravished her like a wild animal would its prey. Awash in rapture, whimpering and crying tears of unfettered joy, she succumbed to her bestial yearnings.

While she couldn’t exactly say everything he subjected her to, between bouts of passing out from pleasure, she was granted flashes and fragments of his particularly intense affection. One moment she was pressed against a tree, railed and held in place by his big, burly arms - another she was face down, ass up while getting rutted. It may have been her imagination, but she could swear he was emptying the energies he had left directly into her.

Though her memory was foggy, she clearly recalled the all out assault her friends and herself had waged on Anon. One after the other, sometimes two at a time, the mares would summon the strength to give him round after round of hot, steamy loving. More akin to a war of attrition, working together was the only way they would succeed.

By the time everything was said and done, with several days of almost non-stop sex behind her, she was finally granted a small reprieve. The moon hung overhead, as an eerie silence filled the air. As she unsteadily pushed herself up, keenly aware of the cum leaking from her every orifice, she took stock of her surroundings.

All her friends, the Princesses included, lay around her in a near comatose state. Each and every mare present was, as far as she could tell, fine, but she had little doubt that everypony would be sore and exceptionally sticky in the morning - still, that wasn’t the important part. Sprawled on the ground, using Fluttershy as a pillow, the man was motionless.

She could hardly believe their plan had worked. The power which radiated from Anon was gone, diminished to little more than an echo of its former, ruinous self, but the cost had been high. Luna was despoiled, Celestia’s inner butt-slut had been unleashed, and she feared she may never be satisfied with any ordinary stallion for the rest of her days - nevertheless, it had been worth it. She only hoped that the village, as well as Discord, weren’t too concerned with the prolonged bout of passion they’d endured; with that last thought, she succumbed to her exhaustion and fell unconscious.

Discord hadn’t initially been concerned about the alicorn’s mission - after all, they were three of the most powerful ponies in all of Equestria, but that changed by the end of the third day. Though he’d dutifully held his post, maintaining the barrier and even going so far as to keep the day/night cycle in proper alignment, his unease exponentially grew by the hour. To make matters worse, the strain of holding the maelstrom gradually started to take a toll on him.

On what would have been the dawn of the fourth day, while he debated on if or how he should intervene, everything changed. The chaotic, lustfully charged storm dissipated at the drop of a hat - simply vanishing from existence. No sooner had the sensually sinister magic disappeared than he dropped the field, snapped his fingers, and whisked himself away to check on his closest friend in the whole wide world, Fluttershy.

Though he passed through Ponyville in the blink of an eye, moving faster than mortal minds could comprehend, he found himself moved by the downright immorality of the townsfolk. Creatures of all sorts, ages, and sexes lay strewn about the village, slathered in or leaking cum from their various holes, as they slept off the wild orgy. Honestly, had someone swapped out all the jizz for blood, he could have mistaken the lecherous aftermath as some sort of warzone.

He would never speak a word of it to anypony, but a part of him was actually jealous of all the pandemonium he’d apparently missed. Taboos and inhibitions had been erased, leading to a hedonistic charnelhouse like he couldn’t believe - heck, there were a few scenes he stumbled across that defied explanation entirely! As he blinked to his destination, appearing just outside his companion’s home, he materialized, scanned the area, and went rigid.

Lying supine on the ground was a large, odd, hairless creature. The beast must have been the Anon character which Twilight had mentioned, but he wasn’t nearly as threatening as he’d been made out to be. With a satisfied smile on his face, he silently dozed on the soft grass in the shade of Fluttershy’s arboreal home.

Inching nearer, Discord studied the bizarre beast. He could still sense vestiges of the maelstrom’s potent effects, though the lion’s share of the power was gone and what little was left was dissipating. Momentarily considering containing the otherworldly visitor, he stopped himself; if he used a barrier against Anon, there was an all too real chance he’d feed more power into the dwindling chaos about the man. While he was far from a scholar, the only conclusion he could come to would be to constantly observe and maintain their unwanted guest, allowing him to satiate and release his power on a regular basis, though that would require volunteers.

Thinking about the need for mares, he turned in place and looked to the five comatose Elements of Harmony and four Alicorns littering the ground around himself. Each of the ponies lay sprawled out and unconscious, yet that wasn’t what amazed him. Like the townsponies in Ponyville, the heroes of Equestria and the Princesses looked as though they’d just endured a very thorough porno shoot.

Leaking spunk and murmuring to themselves, the mares gave the occasional twitch. Hand marks adorned their once pristine bodies, as did no small amount of cum, giving further evidence as to whom had despoiled them all - mercifully, none of them appeared injured. Silly grins and smiles split their muzzles, a hallmark of the enjoyment they’d taken from the salacious and rowdy confrontation. Either Twilight had been correct about the orgasmic and addictive effects of Anon’s curse, or each and every one of them had secretly been a nymphomaniac all along.

Not wanting to disturb them, Discord silently stood vigil over the carnal combat zone until the sun crested over the horizon. The sounds of panic from Ponyville were slightly alarming, yet he took some small solace from the disquieting noise. If the townsponies had awoken and were shocked by what they’d done, that meant the amorous affliction haunting them had passed and they were regaining their minds.

With the Princesses and Elements still out cold, he did the only reasonable thing he could think of - he decided to clean house. With a snap of his fingers, Ponyville was restored to its typical, pristine state, the residents were all thoroughly cleaned and mystically put to sleep in their beds, and everything was put in its proper place - at least on a topical level. On the all too probable chance any of the citizens remembered what they’d done, not brushing the entire event off as some lewd nightmare, the Twilight and her friends would have to deal with it.

It wasn’t long until the royals and Elements awoke from the preternatural slumber, and Twilight, though groggy, leapt into action. Explaining to her companions and the Princess of Love what had happened, she did her best to reassure her friends that, no, they weren’t to blame for what had transpired. They’d been enthralled by the man’s strange abilities, leaving them faultless, so their dignity, though sullied, was intact.

Confirmation of Twilight’s claim came shortly after Anon awakened. Though none of the mares said a word, they silently eyed his adonic body, handsome face, and the mighty manhood at his loins. Unbeknownst to them, they’d become addicted to the strange creature and just how affectionate he was. Some deep seated part of themselves, a primal urge, had come to recognize him as their stud, the alpha of their herd, and they were powerless to stop it.

Once the shock of this undeniable truth wore off, their reactions were varied. Celestia, Luna and Twilight had known that this outcome was a possibility, and after experiencing the delights of being claimed by him, they accepted their fate with resigned dignity. Pinkie, AJ, Rainbow and Rarity were initially dismayed, as they believed that they had to completely renounce their normal lives, including their families, hobbies and occupations, to constantly remain at his side, yet that wasn’t the case.

Twilight reassuringly explained that, now that the maelstrom was under control, any risks to themselves and Equestria were minimal - in fact, not much would change. So long as he was paid regular visits and allowed to relieve the magical pressure within himself, everything would return to normal. With their concerns addressed, both relieved and thankful that they would get to continue having a bit of fun with the man, the mares breathed a sigh of relief - well everyone but Pinkie. The party pony, in a fit of pique, immediately started planning emergency orgy contingencies, should they ever have a pressing need to address a sorcerous buildup within Anon.

Surprisingly, Fluttershy seemed to be completely at ease with her situation. Between her caring nature, the fact that she’d been the one to find Anon, and her inherent desire to look after wayward animals, she’d genuinely grown fond of the man. She was so comfortable with him that she walked over to him, sat beside him, and assured him that he wasn’t going to be put in a cage - not like he could understand her.

Less surprising was Cadence’s reaction. Of all the mares present, she was the only one who was married with a child and the sole ruler of a nation; out of everypony there, she arguably had the most responsibilities to deal with - not to mention her husband. Her collected veneer gradually crumbled, leaving her a sobbing, shamed mess; she had cheated on her husband, betrayed the trust of her subjects, and put the whole world at risk when her inherent magic reacted with the maelstrom and made it grow to cataclysmic proportions. Had she not been involved, things wouldn’t have gotten nearly as bad as they did.

No amount of consoling and rationalizing from the others had any effect on her desperate cries, then something unexpected happened. Anon rose to his feet and, with a worried look on his face, walked straight toward the sobbing alicorn, knelt down until his and her eyes were on the same level, then he hugged her. He may not have fully understood the gravity of what was going on, yet his kindhearted reaction spoke of a creature who sought to give the troubled mare comfort.

For a moment, the ponies held their breath, fearing the contact would spark yet another catastrophe, but nothing of the sort happened. Much to their relief, the hug was platonic, a simple show of affection and concern. He may have been simple and unable to communicate with them, but his intentions were laid bare - he really hadn’t meant harm on anypony, and he seemed to be regretful for having made such a mess. As Cadance sobbing slowly slowly dwindled, he released her, gave her a consoling pat on the head, and moved back to Fluttershy’s side.

The rest of the impromptu meeting went off relatively smoothly, yet their troubles were far from over. The most immediate issue was how to deal with the affected townsponies and the psychological trauma they may have suffered from the incident. While the option of wiping the memories of all of Ponyville was laid on the table, it brought no small amount of contention between the Princesses and the Elements. In the end, after a lengthy discussion, it was decided that those involved could have their memories altered, but only if they requested it.

After the denizens of Ponyville had awoken, a town meeting would be called to explain the details of what had happened, then the residents would be presented with two choices: completely wipe everyone’s minds, leaving a gap in their minds with all the possible consequences for the future, or leave all the memories intact; should ponies choose the latter, counselors would be dispatched from Canterlot and the surrounding cities to help everypony cope with the lewd events. As ideal as it would be to alter memories on a finer scale, such sorcery was finicky and not without perils, leaving them with an all or nothing approach to the disaster.

As the heroes and royals strategizing drew to a close, the talks were interrupted by an ominous rumble - a rumble which, thankfully, came from Anon’s belly. His appetite, much like his libido, seemed ravenous - that said, considering how long it had been since any of them had eaten, nopony could blame him. An almost hysterical laughter followed, and the tension caused by all that happened in those few days gradually faded. There was still much to do and many impending headaches to deal with, yet the largest threat had been successfully dealt with, nopony was injured, and things would eventually return to normal.

With Discord’s spell having ensured Ponyville and all the ponies therein slept for an entire day, the band decided to reconvene in the morning to break the news. Everypony went their separate ways, returning to their homes, while Twilight flew back to her castle. Though she was weary, exhausted, hungry, and in dire need of a shower, she couldn’t help but peek her head into Spike’s room to check on him.

Seeing the little dragon sleeping in his bed evoked a number of strange emotions. On one hoof, she was immeasurably happy that he was fine - on the other, having seen him in a rather compromising position, she feared she may not be able to look at him the same way in the future. In the end, realizing he’d had no more choice than anypony else in the debacle, she came to the conclusion that, no matter what, she’d love him all the same.

Once she’d cleaned herself up and gotten a small snack, she flopped into her bed and tried to get some much needed sleep - regrettably, her mind was far too active to let her drift off. Much like the miasma of sexual energy surrounding him, Anon haunted her thoughts. If she had any doubts about his benign or at the very least not evil, they had dissolved the moment he made that show of affection towards Cadence.

Despite his ability to directly communicate with anypony, he had demonstrated himself to be highly intelligent, empathic and caring - plus his body was sculpted like a god, with an endowment to match and a prowess in bed that she could have never imagined. The purple alicorn could feel the drumbeat of her heart in her bosom, all but feel butterflies in her stomach, and sense the wetness of her marehood, while her mind waded into sensual waters.

Even as she rolled on her stomach, sticking her rump in the air and levitating a dildo from her dresser drawer to her backdoor, she kept repeating to herself that she was not in love with him. Then with a push of her magic, the toy was rammed inside her pucker and started pumping in and out of her violet tush. Moaning loudly and closing her eyes, imagining it was the infuriatingly alluring man pounding her from behind, she drew a shuddering breath.

“Mmmph - T...take me, Anon! Make me your mare! I LOVE YOU ANON!!!” she blared, succumbing to her desires. It was only after an hour and many orgasms later that the purple alicorn’s exhaustion got the better of her. Drifting off to sleep, with thoughts of Anon drifting through her head, she was embraced by wildly erotic dreams. Little did she know that she wasn’t the only mare with the man on her mind.

Within Fluttershy’s cottage, leaning back in a recliner, Anon relaxed and lovingly stroked the timid pegasus’ mane. Though he didn’t have any proper clothing to wear, she’d been crafty enough to fashion a makeshift toga for him out of a bedsheet. Sitting just before him, between his slightly parted thighs, she bobbed her head and hungrily mopped his length with her pouting lips and soft, warm tongue.

“Do not worry about a thing, Master,” she cooed, momentarily pausing to peer up at him. “The others might be simply addicted to you, but I’m different. I will never ever leave your side, I’ll always make sure you’re well cared for, and you can use me anytime you want.”

Smiling down at her, he leaned forward, lifted her from the floor, and carried her over to her dining room table. Perhaps he’d understood her, or maybe he was merely following his instincts - regardless, he laid her on her back and left her head hanging over the edge of the wooden surface. As she expectantly opened her mouth and closed her eyes, he stepped over and plunged his length into her awaiting gullet.

In stark contrast to the affection he’d shown her minutes before, he was not gentle. His massive cock caused her throat to bulge in an unnatural way, while spittle and tears ran freely down her upside-down head - still, she didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. Reaching between her thighs, she rubbed her clit while he ruthlessly swabbed her throat.

Seconds passed to minutes, before a torrent of hot semen surged through his shaft and straight into her stomach. She climaxed moments after he did, quivering and squirting her marish juices over the table’s surface, as he grunted above her. Try as she might, lost to the throes of her climax, cum dribbled past her lips and out her nose.

Just when she feared she may black out from a lack of oxygen, Anon stepped back, hauled his length from her gullet, and painted her chest and face with his essence. His thick, fertile seed clung hotly to her coat, seeping into her hide, as he smiled down at her. Even if she took a shower, she had little doubt that she’d reek of his manhood for days to come - then again, that may have been his intention. Satisfied with his work, leaving her where she lay, Anon patted her cheek, returned to his chair, and eased himself down to get some sleep.

Fluttershy stared up at the ceiling, heaving air into her chest as she fought to recover, and suffered through no fewer than three small, aftershock climaxes. Stars above, he hadn’t even fucked her, yet he’d made her orgasm with no effort whatsoever! As she attempted to roll over, feeling her limbs struggle, she softly groaned to herself.

It was no use - even if she could manage to roll off the table, she wouldn’t be able to walk to her room, let alone take a shower. She’d definitely need to set some ground rules with her new housemate in the near future, if only to avoid such sticky situations, but that could wait until morning. And as her mind slipped into unconsciousness, she peered over and saw him dozing in her chair.

“I love you, Anon,” she whispered as she passed out in a pool of cooling spunk and her own juices.

Though she’d been unaware of it, all her friends and the four Princesses had uttered those same four words that very evening after shamelessly getting off to the memory of the man. None of the mares had ever had a lover of Anon’s caliber before, even the long-lived alicorns, yet their unspoken devotion didn’t go unnoticed. Having surreptitiously witnessed them getting off and professing their love, Discord smiled to himself.

His grin turned into a chuckle, then a belly laugh, while he watched the events unfold from his chaotic realm. “Well, well, well -” he tittered, “I do not know where you came from, my weird, hairless friend, but with you around things are bound to become a lot more interesting!”