Maelstrom

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!”