Such Lovely Dreams

Chapters

A Roll on the Hay
HEEL!
Flak and Fun
My Little Streetwalker
Green Eggs and Puns
Epilogue
Just a Little Trouble Sleeping

A Roll on the Hay

“How’d you sleep?” she asked Twilight the next day over lunch. Cucumber sandwiches and tea, a little lighter than she wanted in this brisk late fall weather, but she figured Twilight wasn’t happy with the scale.

The younger mare was on her third, making Cadence think the feeling was mutual. She was glowing, but that might just be from the contrast to the day prior. Now, Twilight was in a sweater of her own, with jeans, jeans! A princess in denim! It made Cadence love her even more, though she wouldn’t trade her blue plaid skirt and white long sleeved top tucked into the former. “Great, actually. Your, um, sleep aid did wonders,” she chuckled, ears flopping down oh so cutely. Cadence sipped her warm earl grey tea, perfect for the fall chill as they sat on the balcony overlooking little Ponyville.

The clouds were flirting with overcast but not committing just yet, and though the breeze was biting, it wasn’t so bad in the lee of the towering crystal castle. “I’m glad to hear it. So, what’s the plan tonight, princess?”

“Cadence, stop that! I’ve told you a thousand times, just Twilight. Even Twi!” The pink pony just giggled and watched sandwich number four begin to disappear. “Canterlot. We need to move there sooner or later, and it doesn’t NEED to happen today, I mean, I’m not ready to move or anything.” Cadence could almost feel the tug of magic on her ear when she spoke with her mouth full in front of Celestia. She let her little sister in law slob away, she’d learn her etiquette in time. Probably. “I know you don’t want to move, so let’s just forget that for now. Just promise me you’ll consider it.”

“Shining and I are a pair. We don’t rule the Crystal Empire solo, but-” she held up a hand and waved it off. “That’s not pressing, I agree.”

“Good. Tonight,” Twilight gulped a swig of tea, oh don’t you DARE slurp- “Applejack needs our help. I hit the pillow and morning was here after I blinked, oh it was so nice to actually sleep for once. She’s having, uh, similar issues. She keeps having variations on the same theme, though she doesn’t enjoy divulging the details.”

“Understandable. I wouldn’t want to relive the trauma by retelling it any more than I needed to.”

“And she won’t need to, we’ll be there.”

Cadence set down her empty cup. “We? I thought I was the new dream princess, Twilight.”

She looked deflated. “But, it was us last time, I thought you’d enjoy another team up.”

It took effort not to put on a face. “I don’t know how to say this, Twilight, but that was all me. You were a little tied up.”

She sighed and laid back in her chair. “I know, I just… I’m a virgin. Besides the dreams, nightmares. I wanted, tooooo pff…. This sounds bad. But I kinda wanted to watch again,” she giggled. “Is that messed up?”

“Ah, well, maybe a little, but I won’t shame you. Do you really want to be there? I know AJ is your friend, but sometimes, seeing your friends in those situations, it’s not pretty.”

Twilight stood and leaned on the railing, making Cadence follow, arms wrapped around her middle to shield herself from the biting chill. “Maybe it’s for the best, it’s your field of expertise, after all, Cadence.” She leaned her head down and Cadence was there for her to rest on, their horns touching. Cadence rubbed her back, sighing out, looking over the twisting dirt roads, new houses under construction on every block.

Cadence nuzzled into her taller co-princess’ shoulder. “Town’s really growing, huh?”

“Ponies think this is the new capitol after Celestia and Luna retired. Mayor Mare almost got lynched after installing parking meters downtown,” she sniggered. “I get more petitions about dog parks and zoning permits than I have BOOKS!”

Cadence chuckled, though she could relate, she couldn’t say it interested her much. “What do you know about AJ’s dreams, Twi?”

The taller mare pushed off and went back inside, much to Cadence’s joy. She scurried inside, tugging her socks higher. “It’s always about disappointing others, you know how much of a workhorse she is. Friends and acquaintances, always, whatever is behind the dreams, that woman’s voice, she either knows lots of ponies, or more likely, is tapping into the psyche and memory of us. Rainbow Dash said something similar, but one thing at a time. Given the nature of the nightmares, a joint venture like with Luna and the Tantabus seems like a bad idea. If the other girls saw what could have happened, I… besides, you’re just one mare, it’s not like you coulda taken the Elk, AJ’s ra… tormentors, Rainbow’s, Fluttershy’s…”

Cadence’s hot mind went right to a sticky basement sex dungeon, circled by mister Elk and dozens of stallions, her tail twitched on it’s own. Just think of all those, oh no, not now- “One thing at a time,” she echoed, smiling, face on fire, ignoring her voice cracking. She shook at the hips, the thoughts were SO tempting. She realized she was being led into a small room up a flight of stairs, a dark blue furnished study of sorts. Books and notes piled onto an old writing desk, surely older than the new castle, with pillows and a sofa along one wall opposed by a small bookshelf. It hardly seemed like light reading, references and spell books and manuals of the arcane, though the bottom shelf was sparsely populated with “smut?” she asked, turning over a thin paperback novel.

Twilight took the book from Cadence’s hand, magic closing the door. “Yes. Erotic novels, guilty pleasure,” she flipped her wrist and rolled her eyes. “It paints a picture of what some authors think is inside some ponies. Fantasies of lust and love, most are pretty cheesy, but it’s still worthwhile. These are, I’d say about half are useless masturbation fantasies, and the rest are, too, with some more depth to the themes Here,” she said, magically replacing something with an open shirted white stallion astride a motorcycle with a novel featuring a symbol that struck fear into Cadence: an alicorn with sharp angular wings.

“Sombra’s symbol?” she asked, “The Eye of the Needle?”

“Historical fiction, fun light read, though it does talk briefly about rape. The main character is a villain, unicorn in Sombra’s fascist regime, a spy and assassin, the needle is a dagger, a play on a translation if I recall correctly. Fascinating, really, he’s this sly, smooth talking stud, althrough the sex isn’t very graphic, I first saw it on the shelf in the School of Gifted Unicorns, I wasn’t even fifteen!” she giggled. “It’s not actually erotic, there’s a fun adventure in there, anyway. What’s more sexy than a dangerous stallion?” Twilight asked, clearly not seeking an answer. “I’ve read it a few times, probably why whoever is behind this had dangerous, mysterious males assault me, at least partially. She attacked knowing my weakness, or so I hypothesize.”

“Huh! You don’t say… mind if I borrow it?” Cadence asked, eyeing the blurb on the back.

Twilight nodded enthusiastically. “Uh huh! That author is a huge perv, I swear, every one of his novels is saucy, even the nine-hundred page novel about ancient Equestrian cathedrals- and I’ll stop before I gush about my favorite novels. We’re here to talk about Applejack, you’ll be heading to her farm tonight.”

“And what if I’m busy?” Cadence asked, immediately wishing she could have changed her bitchy tone.

Twilight sat her butt on the edge of the desk, looking hurt. “Oh, I’m sorry, I just thought, since you helped me yesterday you would have-”

“No, I’m sorry, I just… I had plans, but it was nothing special. Shining will understand, I’ll get a sitter. Really-”

“Don’t sweat it. I’ll babysit. It was rude of me to assume, but, can I count on you every night this week? If you can handle it. I want to find whoever’s behind this, and you’re the best mare for this, Cadence.”

The pink princess hugged her sister in law tight, smooching her cheek. “Of course, Twilight. I’ll have to postpone a meeting, but it’s nothing compared to this, really.” She rubbed her back, so warm, their chests pressing together. She broke away and sat heavily on the sofa. “So, tell me everything. About AJ, not this spy guy.”

***

“Howdy!” Right away, Cadence could see that AJ’s tree was pruned of a few branches. The tall, sturdy, bottom heavy mare was slouching, her apron was soaked. The cool air was ripe with something that reeked of sweet alcohol. That much made sense, as she was plucking up pieces of splintered wood in her cider basement, it was plain to see that she had dropped a barrel, probably a few hundred bits of product was now making mud on the cobblestone floor. Her long mane was messy, hat nowhere to be found.

Cadence lent a hand by magically picking up the largest chunks and setting them in the pile the girl was making. “Long day at work?” she asked, shrugging off her winter shell coat.

Applejack sighed and leaned on a mop handle. “You don’t know the half of it. Haven’t got a wink-”

“-of sleep in days? Twilight filled me in.” Cadence frowned at how deep Applejack blushed, ears falling back, pretty green eyes looking away. “Though don’t worry, I don’t know the details.”

“Where’s Princess Luna?” she asked. “I figured it was more her barn and all.” She turned to her work, splashing the mop in a bucket of sudsy water, wringing it on the bucket’s wringer-thingy, and soaking up the booze.

Cadence tiphoofed closer, eyes on the puddle, at least pretending to be shoulder to shoulder with her. She scanned the room and found a rag, magically trying to help, though she felt like she was more in the way. “I wasn’t supposed to say, but Celestia and Luna can’t be reached. They’re in a bit of a magic dead zone so we can’t get letters to them, and couriers won’t be back for some time.” She omitted the part that winged messengers weren’t guaranteed to find the duo for days, or weeks, if they were unlucky. “But don’t worry. I helped Twilight with her problem. She had, I’ll assume, similar issues. Bad dreams.”

“Bad don’t even begin,” AJ shuddered.

Cadence lifted a hand to touch her, but she just didn’t feel like that would be best. Twilight and her were as close as close could be. Stories about first kisses, how to talk to colts, she was sure Twilight learned about the birds and the bees from her rather than her parents. AJ probably wouldn’t appreciate a caring hand on her shoulder quite as much. “Well, if it’s about sex-”

AJ flinched, then went back to work. “I’m your mare! Right?” she smiled, feeling nothing but awkward. She dropped the rag in the mop bucket and leaned on a pole, sighing out. “So it is about sex. Look, I want to help, and I can. Twilight was having horrible dreams, all sorts of scary creatures were having their way with her, and last night, I entered her dream and we stopped it. I stopped it. We think there’s someone or something behind it, a woman, she entered the dreams of the assaulters and made them do… do that. We’re trying to find out what’s going on and put an end to it.”

“Well I don’t need help,” Applejack said sharply, stabbing her broom into the bucket so hard it splashed both of them. “I don’t. I just need to get through it, ain’t nothin but a bad dream.”

“But it is, AJ!” Cadence pleaded, wiping her face, so much for mascara today. “Remember when Luna entered your dreams? It was hard, but together you helped her get rid of her guilt. This isn’t just a manifestation of some dark feelings, it’s an attack. Whoever’s behind this knows you and it won’t stop until-”

“Fine! Fine. Fine, we’ll do whatever, just shut up,” Applejack hissed, pushing the cider around more than soaking it up, running the old mop’s strands ragged on the hard stone. “Just lemme clean this up and we’ll talk all about it. Oh I don’t even wanna think about it, but I’m so damn tired.”

AJ choked, sniffed, gulped, and went on working. “Applebloom or Granny will get you somethin warm to eat, I’ll be right up, princess.”

She turned to leave and stopped at the cellar stairs, seeing her strong earth pony shoulders heaving, hiding her sobbing. “Thank you, AJ. We’ll get to the bottom of this.”

She had insisted, but Granny Smith had insisted harder. So she sat by the fire, sipping a mug of hot cider, just as good as she remembered however many falls ago visiting Twilight. There was a line to the town, she remembered, and Applejack and the family had insisted then, too, that they wait in line. It was an awful experience turned a joy with Twilight’s company. Endless stories and jokes had made the hours in line fly by.

Now, she was glad to hear, and hear, and hear some more, from the old mare that they had streamlined things since those days. “Competition ain’t a bad thing,” Granny had said for what felt like the third time. “We got our act together after that fall, and lemme tell ya, I’m sure glad we did! Hired some’a the school fillies to help serve it up and we got a few cousins to help mash the apples, saved a whole QUARTER of apples that we usually sell whole or in pies, pastries, cakes, strudels, crumbles, pies-”

“Granny, you already said pies. And you already told the princess about this all. Twice, now!”

“Did I?” she said, tapping her chin, rocking in her chair. She waved her hand at little Applebloom and went back to talking. “Well, I guess I just mean it twice, then.”

“So you’re really gonna help AJ, princess?”

She finished her mug, it was too good not to gulp. “Of course, Applebloom. And please, call me Cand-” she burped to cover the flub. “Cadence. Compliments to the chef!”

The teen and the old mare both laughed and she knew she was in good company. “Since Luna and Celestia are on vacation, sort of retired, actually, I’m picking up the slack. Twilight taught me the spell to walk in dreams, like w-”

“Like with the tannebus!”

“Exactly,” she laughed. “I just hope Applejack didn’t fall asleep in the cider cellar mopping up the mess.”

“Dang shame, an entire barrel wasted, that might be the difference between turnin over the south orchard with new baskets or usin the old busted ones. We’ll be fine either way,” Granny warbled. “Ain’t no use crying over spilled cider, huh, little’un?”

Little wasn’t the word anymore. Applebloom was tall as Applejack at sixteen, now, and an early bloomer. Cadence knew she’d break a hundred hearts before she graduated, plucky little farm filly like her. “Mmhm. I’ll go and check on her.”

That was probably for the best. She didn’t wear a watch today, and the grandfather clock was in the hall out of her view, so Cadence only had a guess that it was about an hour and a half since she had come up from the cellar. Plenty warm from the first, she didn’t want to try and refuse a second mug. That stuff was one, drinkable sugar, and she couldn’t bear the thought of putting on another pound, and two, pretty strong. She already felt warm, and not just thinking about taking mister Elk again. She really wanted to pester Twilight about him, and find out where he might be living.

In a moment, Applejack was shuffling into the living room. “Well?” she burped, then mopped her wrist across her muzzle. “No time like the present, princess. Shall we?” Her tone was sharp, her speech a little slurred. Cadence hoped her drinking wouldn’t affect the spell, though she couldn’t see why it would.

Upstairs, Applejack wasn’t shy when she stripped to her pajamas and laid in bed, groaning and pulling the covers over herself as she laid on her side facing away. She still had it, back sculpted, ass huge, yet firm and tight, with thighs fit to crush watermelons two at a time. Cadence caught herself staring only after those soft sweatpants were on their way up. “Don’t worry, we’ll get through this.”

“Let’s getter over with,” the farmgirl sighed, curling up in a ball. Cadence took a sip of water, cool, non-alcoholic water, and sat tall in her chair at the foot of the bed. Her horn glowed that white-pink along her spiral and she reached out with effort. The spell was more difficult than last time, but she knew why. In seconds, Cadence was walking along the dream bridge, orange surprisingly not clashing with the pink. She stepped off the end and didn’t scream this time.

Her hooves were covered in boots tonight, cute cowgirl ones, keeping her ankles out of the snow. She saw her breath, glad she was wearing a matching cute winter coat and mittens, an adorable white stetson with pink trim atop her horned head. Denim hugged her motherly hips and kept her snug canvas and sequined blouse tucked in tight over her big, perky tits.

Ahead was a barn atop a gentle pure white slope, surely on the farm. Yellow lamp light spilled from the windows and under the tall doors. She took a breath and readied herself, then marched uphill to the structure.

She could smell booze and sweat at the tall door, her tail flicking, her nostrils twitching. “Hey, mister,” she sighed to herself, smiling, pushing the door open, standing tall.

Cadence immediately shrank into herself. There wasn’t just one big bad Elk stud, there was an army of stallions, nude as the day they were born save a handful of ten gallon hats, all swinging and laughing, gathered around one end of the barn. A quick guess said there were at least twenty, all red and brown and other earthy tones. Not one looked up to see her.

She gulped hard and took a deep salty breath, coughing softly. “Howdy!” she bellowed out, the word tasted funny in her mouth. She cocked her hip and put her fist there, grinning cocky as she could. “Am I late to the party?”

Every eye fell on her in sudden and dead silence, on her tall, curvy body.

Then all at once, every stallion cheered, some raised their hats, somehow just wearing them alone made them seem more naked. “Git on over here!”

“I was gettin bored waiting anyway!”

“She ain’t from round here, huh?”

She let her arm get grabbed and hauled into the huddle. She was agape at what she saw center “stage”: Applejack laid nude on her back with her wrists tied to her ankles, ass open for any and all, laying on a blanket over a hay bale. Her mouth was stuffed with a red rubber ball gag. Cadence let her body be groped and tugged left and right as she reached out with her horn, trying to take the gag out of AJ's mouth, but her spell was dissolved when something wet was dumped on her head. The spice of cinnamon and the stink of alcohol told her it was nothing less than the hard cider, and though only a drip got in her lips, she felt loose and messy, like she had drunk three whole mugs. “Oh, shit,” she sighed, shrugging and letting her sticky shirt get tossed aside. The boys were all laughing and touching her. She smiled as one cupped her pussy and lifted, making her hooves hover an inch above the loose straw floor for a long moment. Firm, thick fingers with hard calluses, oh yes, this’ll do I reckon, she giggled inwardly.

She was thrown and landed on top of Applejack, their bare breasts sticking together with sweat and booze. She pushed off and looked into those watery green eyes. “Don’t worry. I’m a professional.” She smiled down, then flicked her wet hair out of her face. She stood and remained bent over, kicking off her boots and peeling down her jeans. She giggled at their shouting and laughing, letting them pry her cheeks open and see her winking wet pussy. Cadence stood as one slid a finger inside, she was soaked, must be the smell, the booze, everything. Cocks slapped her thighs and hips.

“Woah!” Cadence fell forward again when shoved right between her unfurled wings, breathing hard over Applejack’s neck, hugging her as she felt a stallion rub his cock along her slit. Compared to the elk, this was going to be easy! He pushed in, sawing back after a bite of friction. There wasn’t another, her wet pussy was enough to soak his thick earth pony cock. Cadence pushed off, though she knew she wasn’t going to have the strength to keep a pushup position forever. She looked back and saw a stallion with a, ugh, mustache, sliding all the way inside. “Aaaah!” she squeaked, smiling and holding his hand that laid on her waist, her ring glinting in the lantern light. She closed her eyes and focussed on his flare kissing her womb. They weren’t Elks, or was the plural Elk? But these stallions weren’t small! She winced, pussy slowly getting accustomed to his rough rhythm. She took a deep breath, only to find something salty and smelly on her muzzle. She opened her eyes, face bisected by a veiny monster weighing heavy on her head, pouring slimy precum in her bangs. She looked up and kissed his hot balls, moaning and cupping them with a dainty little hand. She juggled those spheres and got licking, her other hand ripped away from her hip to wrap around another shaft, some of her silky hair tangled in her fingers. She didn’t fight it, though she did have to lay on Applejack for support, her huge breasts squashed against AJ’s modest and perky freckled pair.

She tugged and slurped and kissed, moving to the other stud to wet his salty cock. They were filthy working stallions and fucking tasted like it, it made her gag often. She huffed and coughed and got to sucking number two, throating him without much trouble- easy mode after what’s-his-antlers. She looked up past a tummy that was too big to be sexy. She shoved off and went back to the other, glad to see some abs on him. No names, no kissing, just raw, hot, messy sex. How was this a bad thing?!

She smiled and looked back at the stud in her pussy tensing up. “Mmm, good boy~!” she purred, rubbing her winking clit as he pulled out, cream leaking out of her slit.

“Get that blonde bitch to lick her clean!” someone shouted, and before she knew it, her ass was hoisted up and laid on AJ’s face. She pushed off with her strong legs, but there was no fighting all of them. She grunted and frowned at them. She wished they would all take turns pouring their seed inside without stopping, she was so in heat she just wanted to breed, but-

But this was HER dream! Cadence laid on the smug and let loose. “Boys, you really don’t wanna knock me up? Come on, now, don’t stop pounding this pussy ‘til you’re ALL spent!” she shouted, rubbing her clit and laying on Applejack’s chest. It wasn’t comfortable for either of them. That got them nodding and gave her a chance to climb off. It was too late, there was a puddle of slimy white cream on AJ’s muzzle, she was jealous she couldn’t smell cum constantly. But this wasn’t about her, Cadence reminded herself, putting her body on Applejack’s again, making their pussy’s lay on one another.

She regretted it immediately, seeing Applejack’s face tense up as the next stud decided to take her instead of Cadence. “Wait! Not her, idiot, me!”

“You must be a city girl, you talk too much.” Cadence tried to shout again, but a greasy hand groped her face and squeezed hard, making her lips open enough for a fresh shaft to push into her mouth. She shouted, muffled by dick, only vibrating the cock that jabbed at her throat. She sat back, falling on the stud’s cock that was threatening to spear Applejack, and arched her back. He did as she wanted and filled her slightly sore pussy, making her wince and gag hard, coughing on the shaft shoved down her throat. Applejack almost took him, but that fat dick was pushing up that pink-lipped princess pony pussy, now.

Cadence rocked back and forth, recoil launching her forward to throat the stallion straddling Applejack and back onto the brute trying to bruise her womb. The apple pony had a great view of his swingers, she figured.

Candy was in heaven. She looked up at the bastard yanking on her horn, whimpering, cupping the slop dropping from her chin to mop it into the skin of his sack. She closed her eyes and sang, shouting her raw gags as her ass clapped against the other stranger’s hips. He was finished in seconds, followed by the beefy shaft pounding her neck.

Despite her proud cocksucking pedigee, she couldn’t keep it down, and she lurched, spitting his load all over that cock, nose on fire with sloppy spitty sperm stinging her sinuses. She coughed and sucked down desperate breaths, letting her smiling face get mopped with his glazed cock. Cadence slurped his beef stick clean like a good girl. “Next!” she choked, giggling as two more plugged her front and back, somehow thicker than the last. She pushed on this new stallion’s hips, but it wasn’t much use. He wasn’t a prissy unicorn or a lanky pegasus, this was a true plow horse plowing her face. Her neck bulged more on him, fingers feeling the distention of her throat, finding she was wearing a tiny leather choker. She wished it wasn’t there, it was making this way harder than it should be! She fiddled with it with her fingers, horn useless in this asshole’s fist. Her hands were yanked away, hauled back by her cunt’s defiler. She rocked back and forth uselessly, unable to resist or even ride along, legs trembling, nearly out of strength.

She gave in before they did, falling to lay completely on AJ, legs on fire like her lungs. She coughed and spat, the stallion in her mouth pulled back and stroked his flared cock, his cumslit on her upper lip. She stared daggers at him and caught a needed breath. “Fucking do it!” she snarled, smiling. “Paint my fucking FACE!” She flinched when he roared and pumped a raw rope right up her nose, oh fuck it BURNED! She didn’t shy away, black mascara tears rolling down her cheeks as he glued both her eyes, soaking her forehead in boiling hot cum. Cadence shook and squirted all over the jerk spewing his rich cream in her womb, yes, more! She huffed, snorting and swallowing, shaking as the snot and cum drained down the back of her throat to the cheers of every stallion. Four down. It was four, right?

There wouldn’t be a break. She rolled onto her side, arm under AJ’s head, legs in the air, ass on AJ’s lap. Cadence licked her lips and looked up through the cum dangling from her loaded eyelashes, eyes stinging, she didn’t care. She was a bitch in heat, ready for more. “Come on, fuck me already!”

“Damn, did you invite the freak?” she heard. She resisted a glance at Applejack, her heart couldn’t take that. She could, however, go for fifths. Another broad shouldered stallion tipped his stetson back and squared up, pulling her hips down to the edge of the hay bale, so Cadence sat up with her tail right on AJ’s winking pussy. Rape or not, her body smelled what was going on, she saw and heard it all, that orange pussy was jealous.

All mine, bitch, get your own, she thought loudly. “Ah!” she winced as her pussy was pumped. Up she went in his arms, hips in the air and shoulders on Applejack’s hips.

She saw her tummy distend out around that stupid-thick cock, making her shiver, hissing as her fuckme eyes stung. Candy wiped her eyes and sucked her fingers, savoring the rich cream, thicker than Shiny’s, that was for sure. She showed off her mouthful and was given a fat dick to suck before she could even choke it down. She let mister churn the cream in her mouth, looking up with fury at him, making sure he didn’t hold back. Cadence groped her tits and dug her nails into his cute butt as he fucked her face, making horribly, terrifcally sloppy sounds. She felt full of energy as she bobbed her head, shouting her moans to vibrate his dick, not shy about coughing and gagging up wads of frothy cum saliva. It just made it slicker.

Her little hand left his leg, clutched the base, and tugged rapidly while her thick lips sucked hard, slopping up and down, cream and spit together making a frothy slurry that hung from her chin. She tucked his flare in her throat and swallowed, smiling at how the motions stroking his thick cock made the stallion shiver. Her fingers cradled his balls, her entire body seizing up when she felt the flare balls deep in her pussy spread out painfully wide. She pulled her face off to scream, but her horn was yanked and she was made to gag badly on his tip. Her lungs were on fire again, she was out of air. There was so much sperm in her pussy, she didn’t feel him cum, but she did feel her body tossed on her side. She shoved on the stud fucking her throat as another stuffed her creamed pussy and pulled out. Cadence looked up to see the stallion shivering, chin lifted up, back hunched over so his gut tickled her nose. Her eyes went wide as he poured a powerful orgasm in her throat, too much to gulp, and out it shot from her nostrils.

When he was done, another stallion was prodding her asshole, she couldn’t complain: there was too much coughing and snorting and spitting in her hands to do. He pried open her tight asshole and popped inside, making her shoulders buckle. She fell over one of Applejack’s sexy, thick thighs, holding on like it was a log in the ocean and she was a shipwreck survivor. “Ow,” she huffed, shaking, tongue out, pussy winking as she sprayed a rough orgasm onto the stallion’s lap. But she wasn’t tired, no, there was more energy than ever in her. She lifted a long shapely leg and kicked his hat off. She smiled as he showed his teeth. “Why the fuck are you being gentle? It’s lubed eno-UFF!” Cadence shrieked and howled with gleeful laughter as her entire body rocked on his huge dick. In with a slap, out with a sloppy suction, she put her head on AJ’s belly and looked up without thinking. The farm girl was wide eyed, watching Cadence revel in what she loathed. “Hurts, a little, but it’s so good!” she told the blonde mare, beaming. “Wanna try some? They- ah, fuck! They’re not trying to hurt you, they just wanna have fun, huh?” She shouted her final line to the crowd, eyes scanning their handsome faces, getting a chorus of deep throated “YEE HAW!”

The pink pony shuffled back and stood her long legs on the dusty hay covered floor and kissed Applejack’s sweet, warm pussy. A finger got the hogtied girl whining, a suck and lick on her clit got her winking like crazy. Cadence rode the rhythm of the brute breaking in her fat ass, eyes fluttering as she dug two fingers into Applejack’s g-spot. Cadence came up to breathe and saw a sheen of spermy spit on her pussy, beaming, oh she wanted to suck a hot load out of this cunt so bad!

Her wishes were heard, she thought, as a stud took his place before her. She fell to her knees with a grunt and wore his balls on her face, smiling as he rode her face to penetrate the poor freckled gal. Cadence lapped at his taint, tasting the salt of a working stallion, and her lips dove in to suck and slurp and smooch his juicy flesh between his backdoor and his fat balls. She gave in, performing something she rarely did: she was absolutely fucking nuts in heat all over again, feeling a stud pull his spent cock from her asshole. She laid her tongue on his pucker and laughed, tickling his back door, feeling his butt tighten up and his hand shove her away. “The HELL you doin’, girl?!”

“You liked it,” she spat, giggling, looking back and wiggling her hips. “NEXT!” She was overjoyed to get manhandled to lay her back on top of a supine stallion, caressing his jaw beside her head, sitting her hips down to sink his beefy fuckrod in her backdoor, gliding on in on a pillow of cum for lube. She gasped as another stud mounted her, putting her hooves on his chest, filling her winking, gaping pussy with yet another cum cannon. “Oh fuck ye-HRGH!” She nearly lost her lunch when the raunchiest, ugliest, saltiest dick filled her mouth. She looked up with bloodshot and crisscrossed eyes, seeing his dick was asymmetrical with a mean curve to the shaft, bloated along the bottom, his head was tiny in her throat but the shaft was looking inflated like a traffic cone at the base! It had a nasty left curve, making throating him a more of a whole-body motion, his flesh was unwashed and so fucking sweaty and greasy.

She was in heaven. The princess yanked her head away to gag and pour a cup of saliva all over her chin and neck, then dove her lips down. But he threw his hips at the same time, making her nose meet his head. She inhaled without thinking, dragging precum, spit, cum, even a stray hair up her nostril, making her sneeze and laugh at his dick. She filled her lips without shame, giggling and stroking his huge, oh fuck, thumb-can’t-touch-finger thick base, body rocking and belly dancing with invading spears. The burly pillow on which she laid grunted in her ear, balls deep and letting the others move her to stroke his hot cock so fucking deep it ached.

These big stallions were hair triggers to mister Elk. Her mind kept dreaming back to how fat his cock was, lasting so long, the salt on it, the greasy texture on her tongue, and with her eyes closed, she pictured his smelly body bucking her in all three holes at the same time. She whined, ripping her face away to scream and cum hard on the two boys filling her up.

The mare was rolled onto her side and both stallions pulled free, leaving her sore, gaping, gushing from her twitching asshole and her winking twat. She was pulled up by her hair, oh fuck it stung so right, but she needed a second. Cadence shivered and dug her nails into his thigh, snorting the salty, bloated feeling balls on her face. “OOoooooh I’m right, fuck my face, you freak!” she snarled, cackling and slurping that weird cock in her mouth. She choked on it, pulling on his cute butt to stuff her throat, coughing and sending spermy spit and snot out her nostrils on his tummy. She let her horn be used like a slut handle, singing his praise with her gagging, head turning left and right to stroke his long, thick dick. She was almost sad as he pulled free and stroked his tip, but she knew what to do. Cadence crossed her arms below her big, glimmering bust and laid out her tongue like a landing pad, greeting his disgustingly thick load as it didn’t fire out in blasts but dumped onto her muzzle like an overturned bowl of sement. She was smiling ear to ear as he glued her right eye shut, letting him mop his dick clean with her ponytail.

Cadence was left alone, and a glance around showed the studs were drinking and smoking, all cocks glazed. Just one stallion had saved himself for Applejack, poor girl. But she recognized this one. She didn’t know his name, his coat was a sunny yellow, just like the stallion laying his leaking dick on that freckled face. Guess she missed a few, so two studs for the farmer. It was hard to keep track with the cocks so thick they made her see stars. She wiggled her hips happily and laid her cheek on crossed arms, elbows on the hay bale watching him stuff her pussy. “Does it hurt?” she said softly, pulling that gag out of her mouth.

“Ah! YES!” AJ shouted, just in time for some juicy balls to lay on her lips. She was breathing hard, harder than she needed, and Cadence just knew she was getting drunk on dick and not cider.

Cadence rubbed her lower tummy, palm pressing on that cock through AJ’s hot flesh. “Mmm, it’s not so bad, though, you’re soaked,” she said, eyes drifting to the pussy-stuffing stallion’s butt. He had a cutie mark of an apple, most of one, and she was worried she’d fell into some weird incest dream. But a look around showed no other stallions had fruit on their hips, save some kiwis which reminded her of hairy balls- Twilight HAD to find mister Elk STAT!

“And what’s your name, big boy?” she purred, hand on his navel now, feeling his not-so-firm tummy. He wasn’t a laborer, not like the other studs anyway, he had a greasy used car salesman look on his mustached face. Ew.

“Bastard’s Flam, sonuvabitch ain’t worked a day in his damn life!” she snarled, getting her lips smeared with precum.

“I’d say he’s putting in some real wet work, isn’t he, Applejack?” the clean shaven stud mopping his tip on her face said. “If you don’t like it, just say so, and we’ll be out of your hair. Though I’d rather be in your mane than your girlfriend’s, she’s filthy.”

“I know you don’t care much for sloppy seconds, Flim,” the stud stirring that orange pussy panted. He shivered and pulled out, flare the size of a dinner plate. The stallion giving AJ salty lipstick pulled away in time for an artillery barrage, the stud was pushing huge, wet ropes, hard enough to splash on her face. “Gah, there, all yours!”

Applejack was shaking, a tear on her face. Cadence shuffled over and began lapping at her creamy facial, giggling and slurping her clean. She sat on the hay bale, letting her holes drain onto the floor, swishing the rich cream in her mouth, gently stroking Applejack’s cheek as she pushed the girl to lay her head on her hot thigh. She squeaked as her pussy was filled with that veiny, gorgeous dick, a straight pole that was longer than anyone would ever need. Not as thick as his spent brother, she assumed they were brothers, he was able to push deeper than Cadence thought possible. She wasn’t sure she was on the right path letting them use her like this, but there was no denying it was hot as fuck.

“Feel that? He’s so deep in you,” she mumbled, giggling, wincing, it took two tries to gulp that cum down, these bastards were ripe. Their sperm was insanely thick. She shivered once when it oozed down her throat. “Doesn’t it just feel good? I can tell you don’t want to like it, AJ. But just listen to your body,” she purred, hand stroking her navel. “Just feel, oh!” Cadence accepted a cigarette from a stunning older stallion with a salt and pepper mustache that dominated his face. That black and white caterpillar on his upper lip was fetching, the word grizzled came to mind. “Much obliged, partner,” she giggled, dragging on her exceptionally rare smoke. It was a dream, and she had just had one hell of an orgy, so it seemed just fine. She blew away from Applejack and kept on touching her, rubbing the cum into her velvet coat, squeezing her full, perky, if a little small, tits. “I always took you for a butch dyke, am I right?” Cadence said, pouring on the salt.

The mare below her nodded, whimpering, head pressing into Cadence’s hot leg. “There’s nothing wrong with being a lesbian and getting dicked once in a while. I love eating mares out, be true to yourself. You love cock.”

Applejack whined and pulled on the ropes keeping her constrained. Her back arched, her throat sang a moan when the bastard came balls deep inside after a brutal dozen hip-breaking thrusts. Cadence stomped out her cigarette and guzzled her creampie, tongue dipping deep into her pussy and scooping out the slimy spunk like a kitten at a water bowl. She sucked her clit, she kissed her lips, she went until the mare screamed a hot, hard orgasm, stallions in the audience clapping and cheering.

With her upper body soaked in sweat, cum, spit, squirt, and who knew what else, Cadence sat beside AJ and undid the knots with her magic. She hugged the mare rubbing her ankles and wrists, letting her shrink up next to her, hugging her tight. “That was nice, wasn’t it?” she whispered to the shivering mare, stroking her back. What a fucking back! Cadence bit her lip and felt the muscles, this girl was built tough.

Applejack nodded, shivering, breathing slow, shallow breaths. “Hurt a little?” She nodded again. “That’s okay, it’s a lot to take sometimes, I’m sore as fuck right now. You know these stallions?” Her soft tone got another nod in response. “Why are they all here? Why were they gonna take turns using you like a sex toy?”

“Don’t have to be so-”

“Rude? I think I’m real, Applejack. You’re afraid of speaking the truth and that’s not like you. Believe me, I know. You’re suffering because you’re lying to yourself. You DO want this. Not all of them, maybe, but a nice stallion that can really fuck you. No little lady fingers, no cute little oral sessions, you want a true, honest rutting. We all do, it’s just natural. Doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy a mare friend, too,” she giggled.

“That’s not what we heard,” the dark-coated grizzled stallion said, knocking back a mug. Cadence took another from a different stallion, sipping, glad to find the cider was cold, she was overheating in this stuffy barn.

“Much obliged, partner,” she giggled, smiling, hissing as some cooling cum hit her eye again. “Ow, fuck!” she shouted, laughing. One hand mopping her face clean, she looked up again. “What are you talking about? Why are you all here?”

“Lady sent me, all of us, I reckon. I had plenty of dreams before, but none this real.” He went to the wall and picked his jeans off a hook, several others followed suit. She was sad to see their modesty return.

“You two, too? Flim and, um-”

“Flam, thank you ma’am,” he said, every tooth showing in his grin as he tipped his straw hat. Ugh, tacky, much? Cadence moaned internally. “And yes, this is all surreal. Honestly, I’d never dream of doing something so sinful as to impose myself upon you, Applejack. We’ve had our heads butt before,” he said, interrupted by his thinner brother.

“That doesn’t mean we’d resort to doing that. Especially not more than one night in a row.”

“So you all have been treating Applejack like a rented sex doll every night?” When the others nodded in agreement, she was floored. “Who put you up to it?”

“Wasn’t all of them, not til tonight,” Applejack said, hooves near her ass, arms wrapped around her knees. Cadence found her sticky shirt and wrapped it around AJ’s firm shoulders. “First it was just those two bastards. Then it was more. Said they wanted the profits they had earned from the farm failing over the years, but we’ve been breaking even, usually. Not as much as the last two years, but, no one wants the farm, not yet far as I know. I just don’t get it.”

Cadence took another gulp to quench her perplexingly dry throat. If this was a dream, why did the cigarette burn her throat, and why was the drink so cool and refreshing? The balls so juicy, the sensations so real? She pushed her questions aside for now. The details might be important, but she wanted to gather all the information she could now, then digest it later. She leaned on a particularly cute colt, pale beige complexion and, she noticed, he was the one with the curvy cock that was so fun to throat. “So more and more, whoever’s putting these dreams together is gaining power, or friends, or both. Flim, since you and your brother were first, can you tell me more about the woman who sent you here? Did she talk to you every night?”

“Sure, princess, ah,” Flim started, his thought was finished by his brother. Cadence didn’t enjoy their habit one bit.

“A week or so back, a dream came over me, a woman told me to climb the hill and take what was mine. What I was owed. I didn’t see her, just heard her and her voice, if it was a movie I’d say she sounded evil. It was compelling, so-”

“So real! And when I got to the barn, Applejack was tied to a saw horse and spread wide open. It was easy to f-”

“To finish this thought and spare the nice mare the details, yes, Flam. She came the next night, spoke from the shadows again and told us we knew what to do. That’s how it started every night, even tonight.”

Cadence hummed. “Did you, any of you, see green magic?”

One stallion nodded. “I saw a lantern with a green flame. Ain’t never seen one like that before, does that help?”

“Yes, a clue I’ve been looking for, ooooh, that’s the spot,” she giggled, eyes flickering, someone’s nails digging at the spot behind her ear were heavenly. “Mmm! Easy, mommy’s working, baby,” she hushed, swatting away the colt’s hand lovingly. “Green magic, evil woman’s voice, nothing else?” They shook their heads. “Well… it’s a start. Can anyone think of details that might be relevant, anything at all?” She didn’t get a response beyond humming and shrugging.

One nodded and pulled on a shirt, buttoning it from the top, hiding his hard body, the rest followed suit getting dressed. “Mighty sorry about this, AJ. You’re like kin to me and mine, I’d never do anything like this in the real world, you know.”

The orange mare leaned on Cadence’s shoulder, hiding her incredible body. “Wasn’t your fault, someone possessed y’all,” she shuddered. “Is it over, princess? Am I gonna be free of these nightmares?”

Poor girl, fucked like a whore for a week straight by stallions she knew. At least Twilight’s exotic boyfriends were strangers. This bitch needed to go down, she hoped she could catch whoever was behind this. Alhtough, Cadence wasn’t so sad fixing these nightmares had involved some of the best sex she’d ever had. She trembled a bit thinking about her antlered friend. “Yes. After Twilight’s dream, she said the rest of her night was dreamless.”

“Gentlecolts, it’s been a pleasure and a half, but we’d like some alone time. Last call on details,” she said, sipping her drink, but none came. The stallions filed out, Cadence propped the door open for some cold, fresh air.

Applejack sat up as Cadence put her hat back on. It was cute! “I reckon I have no idea, not much use frettin over the unknown. But somethin feels like it won’t be quite the same. Princess,” she whispered, watching with Cadence as the stallions left out the barn door into the cold night. “I never told you about my first time.”

“We’ve never really spoken like this before,” Cadence whispered back, fingers on that calloused palm. She leaned back and felt Applejack embrace her.

She let her lay her head on her back. “I knew him. He was my cousin technically, my mom’s sister-in-law’s son. So, I don’t think it was blood relation, or so we figured. He was the cutest colt,” she laughed. “Called Peach Pit, what kinda name is that? We were close friends. Scraped our knees together, skipped rocks, built campfires, even won a three legged race at the Ponyville fair when we were eight, or seven, can’t remember. But…” She closed in tighter. “He was fifteen, I was sixteen and flirtin’ with Rainbow Dash, uh, don’t, don’t be tellin this to-”

“Don’t worry, princess of Love, remember? It’s my duty to keep your secret, Applejack.”

She sighed and hugged the princess from behind. She shifted to put her body on the hay bale completely and pull the blanket over one of her bare legs, all the slack she had. “I was sure I didn’t like boys. I mean, SURE sure, sure as rain, there wasn’t a damn thing in the world that coulda made me kiss him. Whiskey proved me wrong, he pulled down his shorts right after and… it just smelled so bad, but good, and before I knew it, he was on me, kissing me, pushing my clothes down and-” she gulped. “I never felt that good after. Not a thing Rainbow Dash could do ever did compare, somma the toys got close. It hurt, just like… ugh. Just like Flim and Flam, fuckers. It felt so fucking good, Cadence,” she shook. “And after he pushed inside me, all the way, I moaned. I really fucking moaned. But then I got scared and kicked him off of me and ran away, yelled at him every chance he tried to talk with me, but I never told anyone. Not a soul. I was so ashamed, princess, he pushed himself on me and I just let it happen! And I wanted it, again and again, I really, really wanted it. Even thought of him when Rainbow ate me out, I just wanted a big cock in me instead. And now that I’ve had the real deal raw, it wasn’t bad. It weren’t loving, these here bastards were rutting me, not making love, I-”

“Getting dicked is pretty fucking great, huh?” Cadence whispered, lips along Applejack’s forehead, muzzle smelling her sweet blonde mane.

The farmer shuddered, nodding. “Sure as sugar is, princess. But Rainbow, we’re still-”

“I know a mare, she’ll help you out. Trust me. Your relationship will be better than ever after you get fucked next time.” Cadence laughed and stood, stumbling when her hooves resisted coming close together. “Ooooh this is pretty fucking real for a dream!” she sighed, bracing on the hay bale. “What I think, dear Applejack,” she huffed. “Is that you need a good night’s rest and a break from the booze. I’ll see Rainbow Dash about her dreams tomorrow night, and after that, you’ll be seeing her in a whole new light!” she giggled. “You’ll never want for a boyfriend again, trust me,” she said with a wink, making AJ look puzzled. “And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a dream portal to limp to.”

Cadence blew a kiss and opened the door, nearly getting blown on her ass by the swirling winter storm winds. She slammed her door shut and beamed. “Pants, please?”

HEEL!

“Tell me everything,” Twilight said calmly to her sister in law across the table. The pair were away from the castle at a busy little restaurant for lunch.

As they waited for their order, Cadence unwrapped her new scarf and sipped her cider. It just wasn’t as good, not without the tang of rich earth pony stallion sperm in the back of her mouth. “Messy, that was the theme of the evening. When I came to the farm, Applejack had busted a barrel of cider, surely sleep deprivation played a hand. Rough didn’t begin to describe the girl.” The purple princess was in slacks for a nice change, Cadence was going to scream if she saw her highness out and about in denim again. “So was the dream. Rough and messy, um, I mean,” she chuckled. “It took some convincing, Applejack was content to self medicate with coffee in the morning and cider at night to get her moving, then asleep, respectively.”

“That’s not much like her,” Twilight sighed, pushing a fork around on the table. “Well, she has had a history of refusing help when she needs it, but that was years ago. I suppose in stress, she was reverting to her old ways, maybe even regressing. Anyway, go on, please.”

“Did you know AJ was a lesbian?” Cadence asked in a hush. If the Celestia-fearing Apple family was found out to be harboring a dyke, well, it probably wasn’t as big of a deal as she thought.

Twilight rolled her eyes. “It’s just about the most open secret in Ponyville. Her and Rarity, her and Rainbow Dash, her and… that’s about it, really,” she giggled.

“Do you know why?” she asked. And Rarity? AJ, sweetheart, can you say adorable?!

Twilight shrugged. “She just told me that’s how her barn door swung. Her words.”

“She was forced into having sex with her close friend when she was a teenager. Boy she trusted with her life, I’m talking best childhood friends. It really screwed her up,” she said, tapping her temple. “All the stallions in her dreams were ones she knew, trusted, well, somewhat. Like most dreams, it wasn’t playing by the rules, I suppose you could say.”

“Stallions, plural,” Twilight whispered, looking deflated.

Cadence nodded. “More and more every night, she was tied up for a whole team of dozen or so, I lost count after f-pfwell, it doesn’t matter.” Twilight flinched. “So, I showed up, smiled wide, and took ‘em all.” Cadence felt her proud smile landed like a zebra joke in Zebrica, it faded to an embarrassed and dim frown. “Well,” she continued hastily, “when there were just two left, I sat beside Applejack and helped her as the last two stallions took her, both fucking her, it was so hot, and- you dont’ agree, huh?”

“I’m not as, um, liberated, as you, I suppose is all, Cadence. Spare me the details? What about our mare?.”

“She wasn’t there, but every stallion agreed that they followed the call of a mare’s voice telling them to ‘take what they were owed’. Definitely preying on AJ’s sense of service and charity. Fucked up mind games, for sure. Not only that, they saw green flame in lanterns when they were sent to the barn, like magic. It might be nothing.”

“I have doubts about that,” Twilight sighed. “Anything else? Any clues?”

“Well, all the stallions were lucid, they remembered the nights before, and their number increased every time. When they were called to Applejack, they had no will, they were compelled somehow. Still, I don’t think Applejack will have any more dreams like that. What do you think? How was your second night after?”

Twilight breathed deep, filling her blouse until it was snug. Girl was gifted and then some, Cadence thought, biting her lip. “Last night was dreamless, too. I think we’re not much closer, but I am grateful AJ can finally be free of that torture. Must have been horrible, ponies you know and trust just violating you, over and over and over.”

One pony’s torture, Cadence giggled internally. But this was serious, that was the stuff that could break a mare. If she hadn’t intervened, Cadence was sure AJ would be in a bad spot. “We need to help the other ponies as soon as possible, then. If it was as bad for you and Applejack, who knows what the rest are dealing with. Let’s prioritize the most at risk for serious harm.”

“Am I interrupting?” a soft voice asked. Cadence looked to her left from her spot in the booth to see a mare who had no business walking upright. How did her back support those?! She found herself gawking at the most beautiful, heavy looking, full and soft sweater stretching breasts in her life. And, she saw, that pretty teal sweater was warming a timid and brightly smiling mare with a butter yellow coat and flamingo pink mane hanging about her face. That soft smile was suffering. Bags under her teal bloodshot eyes, lines along the corners of her mouth, her hair, while beautiful as it was bountiful, was in a lazy loose bun behind her head. From the size, Cadence had to wonder if she tripped over it when it was down.

“Not at all! Perfect timing,” Twilight said, scooting in. “Fluttershy, you know Cadence.”

“Great to see you again” “Wonderful to see you again” they both said over one another, followed by a shared laugh.

“Twilight said you could help with my problem,” she whispered, slipping into her seat beside the purple princess, the leather bench creaking a little. Her hips looked heavy, too. Denim suited her, Cadence thought.

Cadence nodded, taking another sip of her mediocre cider. “I sure can, Fluttershy. I’ll need to hear the details, Twilight said you were a bit, um, shy about it.” Great use of words, Candy, she grumbled internally. “Not here if you don’t want to, I know the nature of it can be uncomfortable to talk about.”

She pulled her hair from her face and Cadence wondered how colts weren’t falling over in the street when she walked. She was so pure and perfect and adorable. “It’s not nice,” was all she said, looking away, blushing.

“Has it been getting worse over time?” Fluttershy only nodded, making Cadence’s heart flutter. Oh that poor dear, that poor, poor sweet baby, this would never do!

Lunch was pleasant, though the gravity of the dreams hung about them like a sour cloud. They left Twilight to annoyingly teleport away. Cadence was grateful for the chance to flap her wings and fly alongside Fluttershy the surprisingly long distance to her cottage on the forest’s edge. She was looking forward to helping Rarity and Pinkie Pie since they were more into the town proper.

The wooden cottage was small, but the main feeling she felt was cozy, not claustrophobic. Pictures and sculptures and plants made the walking room quite small, save for the living room, which held plenty of space. “Oh, watch out, I’m still training Apollo,” Fluttershy sharply said when Cadence narrowly avoided a white mat on the floor, whose purpose was clear after a second. Thankfully, it was clean. “Apollo!” Fluttershy shouted, well, spoke loudly.

The clatter of claws on wood was deafening. A dog as big as herself bounded into the room and barked loudly, sharp black ears pointing straight up. His jowls were damp, his black coat glistened, and oh hello, sir. Cadence felt like he was pointing a loaded gun at her with that bright hot pink rocket.

“I don’t want to get him fixed,” Fluttershy said, blushing as she caught Cadence’s gaze, squatting down to catch the snarling guard dog. “Though it would calm him down some. He’s my newest puppy, a rescue from Rarity. She saw him when he was so wittwe in an awwey, didn’t she?” Fluttershy said, putting her forehead on his and stroking his neck vigorously. When he reared his paws up to put them on her shoulders, Fluttershy stood erect and snapped her fingers. “Hey! Down!” The massive puppy fell to all fours, giving a pair of eager half jumps, huffing energetically and scrambling in place. “Let’s go outside, baby boy, come on,” she said, but Apollo was eager to meet his new friend.

“HEY!” The princess shouted, flinching as he bounded for her. Before either could stop him, the stallion of a dog had his paws on Cadence’s chest, claws digging into her breasts, and his smelly tongue lapping all over her cheek. “OH! Great to meet you too, Apollo!” she laughed, spitting and shaking her head. HE whimpered and left her cheek soaked when Fluttershy yanked on his collar. The puppy whined, immediately sorry, though he was still quite excited. His dick was gargantuan. The end had a needle point that was drooling more than his smiling mouth. The shaft looked a hot pink shade of red, with a bulging oblong oval shape to the shaft. His knot was even free, wet as the rest of his cock, webbed with thousands of tiny red veins stretched over the pale organ.

As gross as it was, Cadence felt herself wink in her panties. “I’m so sorry, Princess! He’s a city dog, not used to so much boredom. That’s a bad boy! We do NOT jump on our pretty princess friends!” He was still walking in place, head dipped somberly, harumphing and snorting in a playful way. His bright brown eyes seemed so sweet. He’d make some bitch very happy, and very pregnant.

She giggled and mopped her face dry as Fluttershy wrangled the dog toward the back door. “Feisty puppy, isn’t he?” she sighed, leaning in the doorway as Fluttershy threw a ball far across the lawn toward the chicken coup, wisely fenced off.

“He’s not allowed inside unless it’s cold, which it’s getting that way fast,” Fluttershy sighed, coming back in. “Little monster thinks everything’s his girlfriend,” she laughed, letting out a long yawn while shrugging her coat onto her shoulders. “I need to feed the other critters, then we can settle down. Oh please make yourself at home, I’ll put on a kettle just for us.”

“Here, let me. You’ve got enough to do with the zoo, I bet.”

Fluttershy’s eyes were wet, hands clasped before her chest. “That’s so thoughtful, Princess! Oh thank you so much!” she whispered loudly, hands swinging to her pockets. “I’ll be quick. Kettle’s here, and I have all sorts of tea in there,” she said, pointing at the cupboards. “Thank you!”

“Don’t mention it, I’m not some lazy queen, you know,” she called as Fluttershy ventured out. Through the shuttered window on the closed door, she could see Fluttershy marching out with Apollo, barking a few words, ‘good boy’ and ‘heel’ among them. She hummed and set the filled kettle on the classic gas range. She found some very nice smelling herbal tea and two mugs that looked like they would be at home in a grandmother’s china cabinet.

Steam wafted lazily from the spout as the princess began to worry. Cadence was just about to crack the door to the yard and check on Fluttershy when the door opened, narrowly missing her face. “Ope! I’m sorry, princess, did I get you?”

“Please, Cadence is fine. And, I’m fine! Water should just be about boiling now.”

Fluttershy stepped to the stove and felt the metal with her finger, then turned the stove off. “I don’t like it too hot, if that’s alright,” she said. “Mm, the blueberry chamomile, wonderful taste.”

This was a bit more mild an evening than she was used to, but Cadence was still enjoying herself. She magically poured two cups before Fluttershy could busy herself, making the mare swoon, or perhaps she was falling asleep standing up. “Let’s chat about this problem, shall we?”

“Oh, dear, I suppose we should.” Fluttershy sat at a small table at a bay window overlooking the path coming up the walkway to the front door. “It started, oh, a week ago I think. The days are all blurring together, so are… so are the nights.” She blew on her tea and took a sip. “It started with Apollo. I-In my dream, I mean. He… well, you know how big he is. But he could talk, not like the way dogs bark and yip, he could say real words, he was always so mad at me! Though when we play in the day, he’s such a sweetheart, if not a little destructive.”

“And what was he saying?” Cadence asked softly, leaning forward.

Fluttershy sniffed. “Not just him. At first he called me a bad filly, told me to behave, to sit and roll over. So I did! I couldn’t make him behave like usual. If it wasn’t so mean, it might actually be fun.” A kinky brush in Candy’s head was painting a very fun picture indeed. She bit her lip, feeling her neck, imagining a nice dog collar, dangling rose gold tag with ‘Bitch” stamped into it. “He… I just need to say it, huh?” she choked. “He mounted me when he made me get on all fours. I can still feel it.” Fluttershy shivered non stop, and dropped her head onto the table. Cadence leaned forward, but she knew that shivering. Fluttershy was a hair from orgasming.

“Easy, girl, calm down, I’m gonna need more. Here,” she said, tapping her hand and making her sit up, mascara on her cheeks, drool on her lips.

She took a long drink and hissed, “Ah, oh that was just the first few nights. Then other animals joined. The giraffe twins, bears, birds and rodents watching, coyotes and hyenas heckling from the edge of the field, oh it was so awful, princess! All of them berating me with such mean words.”

“We’ll make it through this,” she said, shaking a little herself at the shoulders. Giraffes? She did have a zoo!

She didn’t want to fuck a dog. She didn’t want to fuck a BEAR! Cadence sighed herself, thinking for once about a way to solve this issue without sex. “I think I know enough. Are you tired enough to sleep?”

“I usually, um,” she smiled, looking away, ears flopping down. “I usually help myself to sleep, actually,” she chuckled, pulling her messy hair from her eyes. “But I think I can go without this once, maybe. With how sexual these dreams have been, I’m just so revved up, even though the dreams themselves are pretty awful.”

As hot as it would to make this incredibly busty mare cum, Cadence fanned herself and nodded. “No judging here, sister, believe me.”

The sun was yet to set, but Fluttershy was dog tired. After a little lighter conversation, the mares made their way upstairs. The princess wiggled her butt into the cozy loveseat she had magically brought up to Fluttershy’s bedroom, mentally making a note to bring it down later. She did not wish to burden Fluttershy with muscling the furniture back downstairs, she had enough to move with what stuffed her bra.

The pegasus yawned, stretching in her silky, cozy pink pajamas. “Should… should I do what I normally do before bed? I’m actually pretty tired,” she whispered, pulling the covers to her chin.

“I think we’ll be fine, much as I want to help you to be as comfortable as possible.” Cadence winked. The princess bit her finger and sighed, already so hot, she was as terrified as she was excited to see this new taboo. Thinking back to high school, she could still see her friend’s puppy, a cute german shepherd that really, really liked her. Cadence was almost sad she didn’t see him finish on her back after pouncing her in the middle of a game of never-have-I-ever around a bottle of stolen vodka, humping at her backside.

Well, slut, here’s your chance, she sneered internally. “Just relax, I’ll go and get a glass of water before we begin. Just go to sleep as you would normally.”

“Sure thing, Cadence, you know where everything is,” she yawned, rolling half onto her side. The princess left the door ajar and got herself a drink of cold water, eyes on the massive puppy curled in his doghouse out the back window. She bit her lip and departed after a long pause.

Cadence guessed at a closet in the hall and got herself a towel, she was a quick learner.

She sat on her folded towel and yawned herself, focussing her magic on the slowly breathing mare. Thanks to these sleepless nights, these mares were falling asleep in a blink. She focussed her magic and out grew that bright pink magical tether. The walkway was extra pink tonight. At the end she whimpered with trepidation. “I’m gonna fuck a fucking dog,” she sang, groaning as she hopped off the edge.

When Cadence landed, she was surprised not to find herself in a sunny field but a fluorescent lit cement basement. She assumed it was a basement. Conduits and pipes ran along the walls of the boxed in room, not a door in sight, and the ceiling was a nest of wires. It was hardly the place a pet would like. She gulped and looked at herself and was nonplussed to find a leather leash and collar were her only garments. That was until she tried to touch her collar. Her fingers couldn’t move, and when she looked at them, she saw mittens on her hands. “Paws?” she scoffed. “This is some kinky shit,” she said. Her hands were stuck in fists wrapped in soft fluffy cotton in a latex shell, coming to a snug latch around her little wrists.

“You said you wouldn’t judge,” a soft voice called out, making her shriek in surprise. On her knees in a full puppy-themed latex suit was Fluttershy, tits squeezed into the tight pink garment. She, too, wore the paw mittens and a collar with a long pink leash. Cadence gulped. Though she herself was nude at first, a second glance showed she was, inexplicably, annoyingly, wearing an identical yellow latex singlet, hugging her pussy and chest painfully tight. She breathed in deep, feeling the rubber dig into her tits and slit, then sighed, swallowing at the saliva filling her mouth. Her throat was tight, too tight, and feeling through the leather mitts told her she was wearing a collar two notches too snug.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get through this, Fluttershy. It’s a dream, and you’re talking to the new princess of dreams.” She looked up and was pleased to have her tether intact. Finicky thing, she wondered what was so important about it? Cadence lit her horn and stripped her mittens and latex suit, much more comfortable nude. She bent to help Fluttershy on her hooves. “Can I take this off?” she asked, looking down at the blushing mare. She nodded.

Cadence began with the mitts. As hot, so fucking hot, as it might be to play with all this stuff on, oh she was drooling, Fluttershy needed help. She was just watching her wiggle and haul the latex off her chest when she lost herself to their sheer size. Perhaps it was the gravity. “They’re too big, I know,” Fluttershy mumbled, making Cadence blush.

She kept up the work undressing her. “I wouldn’t say that, they’re fucking incredible, Shy,” she whispered back. “I’m kinda jealous, honestly.”

“What the FUCK are you doing to my bitch?!”

Cadence’s heart stopped. Her nostrils twitched before she got to see the bastard drop a hand the size of her entire head on her face, horn along his hot wrist, making her fat ass crash to the cold cement. Fluttershy screamed, Cadence felt something warm and wet drop onto her face. She looked through spread fingers to a massive slab of black beast above her, stinking like a dog. With bulging biceps, a barrel chest, this stallion-like bipedal creature was surely past seven feet tall, with that juicy knotty red canine cock to match laying right over her left eye. She went pale, he was bigger than the Elk, definitely! Cadence’s horn lit, beginning to gather his entire frame, even getting that long, sleek, shining body off the floor before drool fell upon that spiraled spire, making the magic fizzle out. What was it with these bastards and getting her horn to go dumb?! His hand shoved on her face, making her fall back.

She landed hard on her butt, his lifted body was off balance and fell on top, that cock crashing into her abdomen and driving the wind from her. She clawed at his head as he put his knee on her midriff and stood above her. “Fluttershy!” she wheezed, looking up to see the pegasus hiding behind her hands, trembling. She was stronger than she thought to have survived this bastard for a week or more every night.

“Nice trick, bitch, you’re next.” His voice was deep, too, evil and biting. Cadence wheezed as he climbed off, clutching her neck as she tried to get any breath, rolling onto her side. She watched as Fluttershy’s leash was yanked hard enough to drag her hooves off the cold floor, landing with a clack. Cadence tried to hit him with a blast of magic, only for cyan ectoplasm to drool over her face. Twilight ought to have a trick to keep her horn more useful. She mopped her face furiously as Fluttershy was dropped. “Roll over!” To Cadence’s horror, she did, starting on her hands and knees and finishing there with her ass in the air. “Speak!”

“Mmmwruf!” she squeaked, sobbing black tears. Cadence couldn’t take this. She dragged her hooves under her as the bastard put a knee on the floor and pushed his gigantic cock up along Fluttershy’s spine. His tip was pissing slimy precum between her shoulder blades, soaking the fur along her spine. This wasn’t something ANYONE should take. Cadence wasn’t thinking as she took off her own leather collar. She advanced and looked at the tag, “Bitch” on rose gold. She shook her head, flipping the excess strap out of the way. There was a lot of material, and she got an idea.

“Shake,” he snarled, laughing at Fluttershy wobbling her fat ass left and right, making his huge balls bounce as they rested on her ankles, humping to spank his sack against that fat yellow ass. Cadence took a deep breath, raspy enough to get his attention. “What do you want, bitch?” He looked back, those pretty brown eyes now green and piercing. She hopped on his back and brought her hands around his neck, making him lurch backwards and stand. Her strong, long legs wrapped around his midsection as she fought the loose end into the strap around his neck, barely enough to get the tip through the first hole-

She was thrown aside like a toy, knee exploding in pain when it smashed into the concrete, momentum making her roll onto her back. “GAH!” The princess rolled onto her side, clutching her throbbing knee.

She watched in horror as the beast reached up to his collar, razor sharp claw catching the leather and dragging it taut around his neck. “Nice trick bitch, but what the FUCK did you think you were going to-”

“APOLLO!” barked the little pegasus with such energy and volume that the princess felt her own tail stand up straight. She saw Fluttershy take her chance. The busty mare, with pink latex hanging unpeeled over her wide hips, struggled to her hooves and snatched up the end of his leash, it was watching a lap dog walk it’s master. “SIT!”

“HA! Why the fuck would I-” he sneered, beginning to get down on his muscular ass. “What the fuck?! How?!”

“Apollo!” Fluttershy snarled. “Lay. Down.” She was trembling, tears rolled down her cheeks in black bullets.

Insanely enough, he did, right on his shredded abs, pinning that gigantic red rocket under his massive and muscular body. Fluttershy sniffed and rubbed behind his ears, dragging a deep groan of shameful and pained pleasure from his lips. “Good boy,” she whispered. “I know you didn’t mean what you did, you’re just a horny puppy.”

Cadence lit her horn, got the ectoplasm facial again, and after mopping his drool off with her hand, got a spell to light. Giving the goop and spit a taste test, she wrapped her knee in magic and felt gingerly for any broken bones or whatever, not quite sure what she was doing. She let out a hiss in anticipation, but there was no reason to flinch. She was completely fine. Candy got to her hooves and saw her thighs were soaked. She didn’t piss herself, she was just insanely turned on, nostrils twitching. The big puppy sure smelled nice, or at least her innermost self thought as much. She gulped hard and came to Fluttershy, bent over and stroking his back slowly. “That was incredible, Fluttershy,” she whispered. “Can I take off your collar?”

She nodded, and Cadence carefully pulled her ass-length hair aside to delicately undo her collar, trying not to draw it any more snug than it already was, biting harshly into her neck. There was a red line and deep indent, she was sure she had one, too. “What now? That was, I hesitate to say too easy.”

Fluttershy sniffed and sat at his side. “I can never get him to behave for long in these dreams, I stopped trying,” she whispered, watching the puppy, with his three foot long whip of a tail swishing back and forth, begin to climb onto his knees.

“Keep petting. I need to get this off.” Cadence shuffled to his side and stroked his back and Fluttershy shoved and wobbled to push her skin-tight latex down over her wide hips. “Apollo,” she growled, Cadence felt his back muscles ripple, he was beginning to get up, she was so transfixed on that gorgeous and now nude yellow body.

He lay down with unwanted obedience. “I can keep him like this for a while, but he always gets up and…” she sniffed, beginning to break down. “He’s just such an alpha dog, he needs a mate. And he’s too big for me. It hurts, princess,” she whispered.

“Tell him to roll over.” Cadence kneeled on his other side and laid a hand on his shoulder, stroking up and down with Fluttershy. “I’ll be his bitch,” she whispered, biting her lip.

“No! He’ll break you!” Fluttershy sobbed. “Then he’ll break me, again. I was just the runt of his litter of bitches yesterday, one after the next, I watched him knot one girl puppy after the next and-”

“Then YOU fuck me!” Cadence wasn’t even sure what she was saying. Instinct and sex had been working so far.

Fluttershy, astonishingly, laughed. “Um, excuse me?”

“Be the alpha! Be the top dog, show him who’s boss, you’re in charge, and YOU’RE the bitch who gets the bitches! That made sense in my head,” she waved her hand. “But you know what I mean, Fluttershy! You know animals better than anyone, come on!”

The pegasus sighed and snapped her fingers, stopping the puppy larger than them both combined from rising to his hands and knees. “I don’t know, princess. It’s so weird-”

“That. THAT’S weird?” she desperately shouted. Something wet graced her wrist, stroking his belly had her arm along his shaft. She went lower, feeling the heat, the pure, raw power of his impossible cock.

Apollo and Cadence looked at the blushing mare, a shadow of a smile on her face. “Oh, alright. If you want, I’ll fuck you, princess. But, I don’t have a, um-”

It was Cadence’s turn to snap her fingers, which of course didn’t do a thing. Her horn lit and blessed Fluttershy’s hips with a blast of hot magic. When the blinding light faded, a cute yellow sheath with a tiny red tip was on her lap, complete with fluff covered balls, full billiard ball sized spheres. “Oh my gosh!” Fluttershy squeaked, standing back and spreading her legs.

Cadence didn’t give her a chance to wuss out. She stepped over the beast’s belly and kneeled between them with her ass in Fluttershy’s face, her soft tits pressing into the sexy, kind of oily muscles of Apollo’s chest. Cadence flicked her long, fragrant tail with practiced ease, swiping Fluttershy’s face. She magically spread her pussy lips and looked back, dragging her tongue over her teeth. “Gonna breed your bitch or what, pack leader?” Below her, Apollo whimpered, beginning to get up. “Nuh uh, not you, runt. Maybe you can go lick yourself in the corner later. For now, you’re my pillow.” She magically donned Fluttershy’s bitch collar and draped the leash over her wide hips.

Behind her, Fluttershy was getting to her knees, then got a hoof under her, squeaking as magic cupped her balls and pinched her sheath, making it curl outward. A magical tongue dove under the pouch and tasted Fluttershy’s trapped missile still in the silo. Her own mouth watered, the taste wirelessly sent to her mouth was salty and ripe, she cupped her hand and caught her drool. “I didn’t know what to make it tashte lige-” she mumbled, spitting a cup of frothy slimy saliva in her palm. “Aaah, so I based it on my last boyfriend,” she giggled, biting her lip, picturing massive green glowing antlers, swept far back, above Fluttershy’s head. Twilight HAD to get that massive Elk’s name and address, she was due for a house call. Maybe Luna knew how to get into his dreams.

Magical lips formed a juicy suction on Fluttershy’s doggy cock, making it grow and swell and spurt in her new mouth, the flavor so rich she gagged, and spat on the puppy’s belly. She held on for support and rubbed her muzzle through the rich, handsome, short fur of his chest and shook, her desperate pussy winking up a storm. Her magic fizzled to nothing and a glance back showed Shy was unsheathed, save the knot. “Hurry up, alpha, your bitch needs to breed,” he growled, giggling, wings unfurling as Fluttershy laid her bloated, leaking shaft on her ass. They both sighed and breathed hard. This shaft was a hot fleshrod of pale pink flesh covered in furious scarlet veins so numerous and small they made it gleam with red anger. She was hyperventilating as it slithered out further, both mares whimpering when the knot finally grew free, the blood drained from Cadence’s face when she comprehended the size of those twin spheres on the base of that behemoth. The fur between her wings was soaked with magic spit and precum, milky slime that poured heat into her body.

“It’s too big,” Fluttershy squeaked.

Cadence gulped, shaking, spit pouring from her mouth and honey from her pussy lips. “I had to make you bigger, alpha dog,” she groaned, barely able to speak she was drooling so much, the salt clung to her throat and made her cough. She rolled her hips in fast circles and made her ass clap, giggling. “Don’t worry, it’s a dream, I can take it, my alpha! RRRRRRRUFF!” she chortled and swung her hips left and right.

Fluttershy had to stand to make that fucklog drag back enough to kiss her pussy, the pointed tip was at her knee and splurting a thimble of raw precum, both mares made needy and pleasured sounds. Turning forward, Candy took to teasing. “She’s gonna fuck me, you runt, it’s cute how you think you’re the alph-AH!” Cadence’s bullying of her snarling, fluffy pillow was interrupted when that head sank inside, her cunt stretched wide open. The bulging head dragged over her g-spot, the bloated underbelly of that doggy cock smashed against that same cum-button. It was more than she could take. She shrieked out in a giggling cry of bliss, spraying a splash of hot squirt all over the floor. Damn these puppy smells, she was put on edge and drop kicked right over by that hot dick. The puppy beneath her snarled and fought, but a yellow hoof landed on his neck, dragging Candy’s hips to the left and pushing her face into the base of his happy trail. Her nails of her right hand dug into his abs, her other hand gripped his knot, oh holy fuck it was so hot and huge. She needed it as Fluttershy sloooowly dragged her hips back and pushed in again, so fucking thick her entire body wanted to mop back and forth, sucked onto that huge cock. Her tip met Candy’s cervix and pumped more precum through her cervix, the tip made for delivering her salty cum.

She snarled, taking a bite of rich, hot fur, giggling as her lips kissed that knot. “Does that hurt?”

She nodded, screaming with a mouth full of thick fluff. Great Dane’s didn’t have such thick fur, normally, just a glistening, soft coat of black in Apollo’s case. But in the dream, he was a massive wolf, one that normally walked on his clawed paws like some mythological wolf-like monster. Or, in this case, laid on his back a pathetic runt fuckpillow, waiting his turn for scraps. His black coat was sleek, with all the yummy fur tufted up on the sexy spots, like a happy trail, a bushy forest of chest fur, and scruffs by his wrists and paws.

“Harder, please!” she groaned, spitting out stray black hairs, puppy dander suffocating her face. With that knot resting on her pussy lips, Fluttershy leaned in, making Candy squeal in agony and glee, barely registering the fingers on her neck. Choke me, yes, daddy! She giggled internally, gagging as she tried to gulp back the spit that was flooding her mouth. She realized again she was wearing a collar only when a tug on her new leash, Fluttershy’s “bitch” collar, made her back arch and wet, hair-dappled face lift from that fluffy tummy. “AHGH! YES!” she wheezed, coughing, tongue hanging out. She clung to Apollo’s body like driftwood in a flood, her life depended on the fat knot battering her vulva gently and the seven foot monster to which she clung. She was rocking slowly back and forth as she was cored lightly, a full minute of aching stretching, she was getting acclimated, thus bored. The force was just too timid, though the sheer size and girth was cunt-punishing on its own. She saw stars despite the soft fucking, her vision getting dark at the sides, and she realized she was actually getting strangled, this collar was yanked so tight, so right.

“Fluttershy!” she gagged, reaching back, digging her nails into that plush butter yellow hip. She could only reach with her long arm thanks to her spine being bent back. The leash went slack and she fell on his belly, dragging a deep, musky breath, realizing when oxygen got to her brain that she was under his fat cock. Candy grunted and moved to lay on her side and haul his leg over her face, but it was too heavy.

“Apollo, lift, be a good boy,” a sweet voice calmly ordered, and he obeyed. Cadence was grinning ear to ear as a thigh thick as her waist lifted over her head and came down, making her cheek lay on the cool concrete. She shifted and pushed herself until her muzzle was against the bulging, soft, tender, sweat-glazed flesh of his body beneath his bowling balls. She smooched and giggled, smelling his musky perineum, lapping like it was a sloppy ice cream cone. She got drunk on his musk as Fluttershy rested her knot on her lips. She loved on his fat balls, too, as Fluttershy untangled the leash from his leg. She didn’t complain as it was drawn taught, pulling her chin tight against those swollen spheres, just a hair smaller than the yellow spheres laying on her inner thigh. Her entire body recoiled from the soft bucking Fluttershy blessed her cunt, bashing the pointy tip up into her cervix, making it hard to breath. There wasn’t much air here, Candy was glad to suffer in this musky, smelly heaven. Her sloppy pussy sucked noisily at that juicy dog cock pumping her cunt. She only realized time was passing when the knot spread her lips, then retreated, neglecting to push up her tight lips.

A shove on her horn made her crossed, fuzzy eyes see something other than a cute boy dog butt. “It’s too big, but I want to knot you, b-bitch,” Fluttershy growled, showing tons of teeth.

“Then do it, alpha, don’t you dare care about some stupid pink bitch! FUCK ME HARD” Cadence giggled, her words were automatic, she was just blabbing her heart’s thoughs without even thinking. Her brain was a bit too occupied swimming in pheromones to do its job. She laid on her back, pinned under a tree trunk thigh, watching the topheavy mare whine with her breaths, sweating and humping fast and deep. That point never left her hungry womb. Candy’s hooves lifted and laid behind Fluttershy’s waist, pushing her in, grunting in genuine pain when that knot threatened to finally push in, her lips spreading so wide it was torture. She grit her teeth and shed black tears, shaking, squirting from orgasm number billion, her tank empty from being so wet.

Cadence laid her head on the floor, kissing his hairy balls, coughing when black hairs tickled her muzzle. She spat and giggled, back arching when her stretched lips got relief. A touch to her tummy told her she was tented, badly, but the heat from Fluttershy’s flooding orgasm was a soothing salve to her agony. It was all locked in, rich, creamy seed, filling her bitch. “Finally!” she gasped, eyes crossed and flittering, one hand digging nails into that massive black thigh, the other feeling her belly swell with boiling hot liquid dog DNA.

Both mares panted, soaked in sweat and dander. Apollo rolled onto his side and flooded the air with the stench of his precum puddle, his entire chest soaked in it, the cement was soaked with a layer of milky sauce the shape of his torso. “You want some meat, runt?” Fluttershy snarled, grinning, pulling back, lifting Cadence in the air with a tug on her pussy. Her knot was visibly swollen through her pubis, her bloodshot eyes were wide and fresh tears welled as she screamed.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, did that hurt?” Fluttershy said softly, sinking to her knees, laying half on Candy’s full body.

The princess whimpered and nodded, smiling, rubbing her womb, feeling the warmth of her creampie. “Fuck yes it did, alpha,” she exhaled. “That knot ain’t going nowhere, huh?” she chuckled, sitting up to kiss Fluttershy and failing. Her abs were water, there wasn’t a damn thing she could do but lay down and smell the sex in the air.

Fluttershy rubbed her bitch’s back as she laid with her, smooching the top of her head, her other hand caressing the sweat-wet flesh of her hot, soft, heavy, massive breasts. The pegasus grunted so cutely as she got on an elbow and pulled her massive tits out from under her, sighing and pushing her muzzle to Cadence’s neck. The animal expert puffed when a greasy black dog hair found her soft lips. Cadence just giggled and bit her ear lovingly as their soft legs tangled. “Mmm, feel good, alpha?” she sighed.

Fluttershy nodded, smiling. “This is fun,” she exhaled, hand stroking Cadence’s hip, awkwardly playing flesh tetris until their tummies and breasts were touching. Cadence watched with a dim, post-coitus eye as the hulking monster behind Fluttershy slowly got to his gigantic paws. He walked through his own puddle, his furious cock pulsing and leaking.

She realized what was happening after it was too late. Fluttershy was rolled on top with those huge hands, her ass spread. Cadence’s polished hooves kicked at his thighs and kept her safe, for a second. “Nuh uh! Down, boy! Alpha dog, make him heel!”

Fluttershy grunted and struggled to get a knee on the floor, looking back. “APOLLO! DOWN!” she snapped, panting as she got to standing tall on her knees. Astonishingly, he backed up, whining and sitting on his butt. Both mares let out a sigh of relief.

“He’s so hard,” Cadence whispered, feeling no end of sympathy. “Maybe I could-” she squeaked when she felt his wet tongue lap at her cute pucker, her pony asshole soaked in saliva. “AH!”

Fluttershy giggled, rubbing his head behind the ears, sitting on his face, balls dangling along his muzzle. “Mmm, he’s horny, he wants you,” she moaned, biting her lip. She grunted and tried to pull out, making Cadence’s cunt scream in pain, her knot was still overinflated. Fluttershy relented, pushing that big puppy’s face out of their messy tangle. He obeyed and sat back on all fours, panting, tongue drooling.

“Here, boy,” Cadence sighed, tapping the concrete at her side. They watched as he came near, Cadence moaned into his mouth when he licked at her face. She smelled his breath, smiling, sucking his tongue, making his lapping kisses fill her mouth. Fluttershy’s wings unfurled, and she could feel her still rock hard cock flex inside, making her sloshing tummy roll up and down from an involuntary buck of her hips. She gave into his mouth, moaning, smiling, gagging and spitting him out at last, her face soaked in slobber from her cheeks down.

An awkward pause followed, all three sweaty mammals sitting and laying, looking at one another with lust. Shy grit her teeth and snarled. “Sorry, princess,” she sighed, standing and pushing with her arms, pulling out. There was an explosion of pain, followed by a soothing, wet heat. Cadence shrieked as that grapefruit-sized knot of glazed red flesh popped free, followed by a slurry of cum thick as molten yellowwhite toothpaste. Dog sperm flushed from her gaped pussy in a slow glacier flow, leaving Cadence empty, sore, shivering.

“Ow.” She panted, staring daggers at Fluttershy. She didn’t get more than a good look at those massive, heavy tits and that juicy, fat, dangling, half limp dog dick glazed in nasty cum before she was rolled onto her front.

The weight pushed on her belly, cum fell from her gaped cunt like caulk, flooding the floor between her lush thighs. She looked back as claws peeled her ass open, a tongue mopping over her back door. “Apollo,” she heard Fluttershy say threateningly. “We ask the alpha before we breed her bitch,” she said lowly, scratching behind his ears, that tail lifting and wagging behind him.

“May I breed your bitch’s ass?” a spine-rattling deep voice asked, making Cadence’s eyes roll back, her wings unfurl, her asshole twitch, her cunt splurt when it clenched and winked, dreaming of this big bad wolf breaking her asshole in.

“Fuck,” she sang, shaking, legs opening wide. She mopped her hair from her face and looked back, panting, smiling, throwing her leash over her hips.

Fluttershy smiled and picked it up. “Give the bitch what she wants,” she purred, molesting her own huge tits.

“Fuck!” Cadence squeaked as her face was shoved to the floor with a huge black hand. Her wide eyes saw his furious doggy dick pumping a wad of precum on her dock, making her quake. Candy gulped and closed her eyes, biting a mouthful of her dog-sweat soaked mane. She swooned as his pointed tip kissed her asshole and popped over her ring noisily, sloppily splashing sludge into her tail.

“FUCK!” Candy screamed through gritted teeth, chomping off a length of pink and yellow mane. His tip was thick, she didn’t care if Fluttershy was a hair bigger, her asshole wasn’t warmed up enough for this! His slimy precum and leftover rewetted spit ws enough to glide on in, her backdoor stinging like hell as he rode in, dick so bulging and thick. Friction bit their flesh, but a sawing back and forth gave him a greasy precum pillow to glide on. She whined in pain as he filled her asshole, knot smooching her ass. She turned her head to the other side and found his head there, she kissed him tongue first without even thinking,his turn to spit out hair. The bitch tasted his sharp canine teeth, giving in to the shameful pleasure of slobbering with a dog. Her body rocked as he fucked her with the fury and impatience of a canine, unlike the gentle loving her cunt got. She snorted his spit and coughed in his mouth, he barked and panted in reply, shaking and standing a paw on her hips, his sharp claws digging at her thighs to shove himself along. She clung to his fluffy, sweaty, hot neck with both hands, trying to spit him out, but that lapping, loving tongue was too much to deny, it dominated her mouth. His big, strong body wasn’t hers to fight. She fell victim, cumming as that fat knot wrenched her asshole open and broke inside. He yanked out, lifting her off the floor, pushing in to punish her knees all over again. She bit his tongue without even meaning too, it just was too much to take! He yelped and made her head crash to the hard, unforgiving floor, pain in her muzzle nothing to the pain in her asshole. She heard Fluttershy shout something and he relented, but it was too late. A warmth on her upper lip made her touch her face. She pulled her fingers away and saw red, not much, but she was bleeding from her nose. “Don’t stop!” she panted, shaking from her shoulders. Her cunt clenched, winking hard, spritzing his fat, slobbery balls that kept spanking those leaking, tender, sore lips. His knot bashed against her back door and pushed in, making her shriek and forget about that bloody muzzle.

He popped out, in, out, oh it hurt so fucking good! She screamed and held onto the hand in front of her, fingers sinking into the thick fluffy fur of his beefy forearm. She wasn’t sure if he was ever going to cum, but just as that last pop into her ass came, wider than ever, she felt warmth inside her guts. She felt full, heavy, seed blasting up her asshole. She shook, smiling, drooling pink, grinning from ear to ear. Her belly was overfull and compressed by her body and the weight of his. There just wasn’t room. Candy gagged, again, feeling sick, and out of her lips fell a pint of sludgey doggy spunk, fuck she could taste it!

Candy languished in her spit up spunk, moaning, not really seeing or feeling much. If she were in the mortal world, the slut had no doubt she would have passed out by now from cock shock. The princess of wet dreams had no such luxury. She felt him pop out, her asshole ruined and spread wide, wide open, gaped properly. Cadence fell onto her side, holes free to flush out what felt like a dozen gallons of creamy, filthy doggy seed. She was trembling from horn to hoof.

“You okay, bitch?” a sweet feminine voice purred in her ear. She couldn’t see well, she couldn’t stop crying and sniffling. Cadence nodded, rolling onto her back.

She cupped her tummy, and lifting her head and blinking away the tears showed she looked positively three months pregnant. “Ow.”

“Goooood boy, Apollo,” Fluttershy cooed, and Cadence saw he was on his back, Fluttershy laying on her side, right in the cum puddle. Her hands were rubbing his belly vigorously, tongue flopped from that fanged muzzle.

She summoned herself to a sitting position and fell face first into his lap, smooching his filthy dick, snorting the glaze right off his knot. She gagged and coughed up a cup of greasy cum into the fluffiest fur above his sheath. Gentle fingers mopped inside, feeling the tender pillar of meat connecting his knot to his body, so much wetness inside. She giggled and mindlessly played with the mess as her face was touched by gentle fingers. It took a while and a few dozen progressively less gentle slaps, but she realized someone was talking.

“Muh?” she snorted, coughing, gulping, giggling.

“I said are you okay, princess?”

“Bitch is fine,” she sighed, giggling. “I’m soooo fine,” she exhaled, grinning as another shaft blanketed her left cheek, her right the pillow for Apollo’s wilting erection. She gave each knot alternating kisses, slow, gentle, sleepy.

“Do you think I’ll be fine, now, princess?”

Cadence was dimly aware there was some reason besides dog dick she was here. She shook her head and sat up, it took a few tries. She let a big black paw gently grope her thick thigh, her breasts getting massaged by little yellow hands. She mopped her filthy mane from her eyes and coughed, spitting more sperm on her slowly deflating tummy. She tried to talk, but breathing in dragged spit and spunk and dog hair into her throat. She coughed violently for a spell and laughed, wiping her sloppy face with messy hands. “Ah… well… let’s ask him. Apollo, are you gonna obey your alpha, now?”

He nodded. “Yes, uh, ma’am,” he said, that dim, smiling, deep voice replied.

Cadence, now breathing real air and not snorting his fat nuts, was feeling more herself. Realization was starting to set in. “We, um, don’t need to talk about the details outside of here, okay, Fluttershy?” she said, shaking constantly, gulping repeatedly, shaking fingers failing to loosen her collar.

Fluttershy benevolently relieved Cadence of her collar, but Cadence stopped her from taking it off. The loosest hole in the strap left it hanging free about her neck. “Right,” Flutershy said, watching with fascination as her knot deflated, sinking back into her sheath in no hurry at all. Apollo was already there, three or so inches peeking from his pouch. Cadence mopped a slimy hand through his belly fur. His kicking leg made her giggle, he had such a fun grin.

“Apollo,” she said sweetly. “Did anything or anyone make you want to treat Fluttershy like you treated me?”

The puppy’s ears perked up, his hands curled in front of his chest, bent arms at his side. His head was tilted inquisitively. “Huh?”

“Was there-” she coughed and spat another wad of nasty sperm onto the floor. “Was there a voice? Maybe something green?”

“What’s green?” he asked, tail wagging.

“Dogs are colorblind, sorta,” Fluttershy quietly explained. “Green to us is yellow to them.”

“Well, how about yellow? Or any other colors?” Cadence asked, rubbing her now nearly flat tummy. She was glad that the soreness went away quickly in the dream-realm.

Both mares flinched when the four-hundred pound puppy rolled onto his front and hopped to all fours, tongue dangling wetly from his mouth. “Mmhm! Mhm! She said to breed you, master! Breeeeed you good and hard, make you my bitch! Did I do good?”

“I’m not your bitch, remember, Apollo?” Fluttershy said in a you-better-not tone. His ears rotated back a bit, his face frowned.

“Yes, master,” his deep voice said somberly.

“Think, boy, what did the voice sound like?” the alpha repeated.

He sat on his haunches and went back to panting and smiling, letting out a huge yawn, showing off his powerful jaws. Cadence wondered with horror if Fluttershy ever fought back and… best not to think about it. “Mhm! She was weird! Big mean eyes, showed me how to use the collar! BITCH! That’s what it says! She said so, the lady said so.” His fingers tugged at his collar, and he whined, remembering he was wearing it. “Am I a bitch, now? I don’t want to be a bitch, bitches get bred and I don’t want that, I want to breed.”

“You’re not a bitch, you mommy’s darling puppy, Apollo,” Fluttershy said, smiling and scratching under his chin. “Be a good boy and tell us what she looked like,” she said, looking to Cadence for approval, she nodded with a smile.

Cadence stifled a laugh as Fluttershy looked at her angrily. She rolled her bloodshot eyes, and she struggled to summon a spell. Her horn glowed, sputtered, but lit successfully. Tiny hands polished smooth the name on his tag and replaced it with “Apollo.”

“Okay! She was tall, she had body like Master’s, but her boobs weren’t as big. I like master’s big boobs,” he huffed, eyes fixating on her huge, sweat-dappled tits. Cadence bit her lip and followed suit. She liked Master’s fat tits, too. “But, but she wasn’t nice. She was mean, barked at me, and she didn’t give me any pets or treats. I don’t like her. She had a big huge weird horn, like Bitch, but, but, it was all yellowy and glowy, made Apollo walk tall like Master and Bitch, it wasn’t nice, it kinda hurt. But when I fall asleep, I get to walk around like Master.”

“Do you know her name?” Cadence asked, sniffing, coughing, ugh, she could still smell blood and cum. She gulped the spit down.

Apollo shook his head. “Called herself Master, but she’s not Master, Master fucked Bitch and let Apollo breed her, too. I love Master.”

Cadence sighed and slunk back, smiling when Apollo licked her face. “Hmm, I think whoever our dream-attacker is showed herself more to Apollo because she thought he wouldn't understand what was happening. Her carelessness will be her downfall, I’m sure of it.”

“But Cadence, we still don’t know anything about her!”

The princess yawned and stretched, hissing, her soreness wasn’t gone completely. She sat in her puddle, stewing over their findings. “Can you think of anything, anything at all?” she said. “Did she have any clothing, jewelry, did… Did she have a dick?” Fluttershy gave her a sideways glance. Candy just shrugged.

Apollo shook his head. “No dick.”

“Anything else, boy?” she asked, hugging his side, pressing her huge, soft tits to his chest, smooching his muzzle, rubbing his fur behind his head. His thumping paw splashed in the puddle leaking from Cadence’s body, launching droplets of sperm everywhere, even hitting Cadence’s face.

“Nope, no, nothing else!” he shuddered, smiling, drool pouring from his maw. Fluttershy giggled as he licked her cleavage like he was lapping at oatmeal. Cadence took a deep breath and struggled to her hooves. Fluttershy joined her standing and blushed, looking away.

“We learned a good deal,” Cadence said, hissing as her ass and pussy stung. “Ah! Fuck. Fucked a good deal, too,” she purred. “But I think it’s time we woke up. I have to write to Twilight, she just left for the Olenian wilds to make contact with a tribe that’s been giving the deer folk a hard time.” That was a half lie, she was still a little loopy.

“Oh, I forgot about that! I wish I could have gone, I want to meet all sorts of new cute deer friends,” Fluttershy said, it was sweet enough to almost make her forget how much getting unknotted had hurt. Almost.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just return through the portal and we should all wake up.” Cadence lit her horn, seeing with her unique spell the tether dangling like a cut rope. Her magic reached out and caught it, and with a tug, she was waving goodbye, flying up to the portal once again.

***

Cadence was glad she thought ahead for the towel. She stood and shed her soaked skirt and snug, warm leggings to guzzle the glass of water she had by her chair. The pink princess took a quick shower and changed into a pair of borrowed panties, Fluttershy wouldn’t mind, and she’d bring back some more.

Her leggings and skirt were damp, but they would do for now. A glance back in the room told Cadence that her yellow friend was fast asleep, a snore even came from her open mouth. The princess giggled and went back down the stairs. She glanced at the clock, it was just past two in the morning.

Author's Note

Author's note: For more, check out my separate story for a "chapter 3.5". I warned you.

Flak and Fun

Cadence hauled her blankets over her head and groaned. “Go away,” she grumbled, the little bit of waking consciousness actively ignoring the knocks on her door. A flash of magic kissed her ears, something light fell upon her sheet-covered head. She rolled over and pulled her head free, eyes squinting to read her scroll. “Muh… Rainbow Dash?” she mumbled.

The door crashed open with a thud and a woosh. She shrieked, horn lighting and shooting a beam of energy into the ceiling, narrowly missing a tiny blue mare zooming so fast she left a rainbow trail. Rainbow Dash was in Cadence’s bed, hands on her shoulders, shaking her awake, two pegasi crystal guards close on her colorful tail. “CANDY!” she flinched from the point blank shouting. “Fluttershy told me you helped her, I need you!” she yelled, grunting and flailing to shrug off the stallion and mare wrestling her to the floor. “HEY! You shove any harder and I’m gonna start getting turned on!” she cried, laughing until that hoof did come down harder, making her grunt in pain.

“Hey, HEY!” Cadence yelled, hand holding her comforter close to keep her modest, unaware one of her nipples was peeking out anyway. “What’s going on, Rainbow?!”

“OW! An international incident between allied nations, that’s what- get off me! I’m a commissioned fucking officer!” The guards did not let up.

“Guards, let her go,” she sighed, rolling her eyes.

The mare grunted as a hoof met her gut, she hauled those strong, short blue legs in an underarm lock. “But Princess, she’s trespassing!”

“And you work for me, Quartzie. Rainbow, play nice. It’s too early for this shit,” she yawned.

The guards relented, steam puffing from their nostrils as the Wonderbolt stuck her tongue out. Quartzite held a hand to her freshly bruised ribs. “Why are you here?” Cadence asked, laying back down on an elbow, properly covering herself. Six eyes now looked away.

“Nuh uh, not til they leave. And apologize.”

“You broke in. Again. You’re lucky they didn’t clip your wings. Quartzie, Tanzi, you can go. Oh, send for coffee. Lyrish, please, I’ll need it strong,” she groaned, rubbing her temple, tongue hanging from her mouth as she sighed, last night still in her mouth despite ten minutes of tongue brushing straight.

“Of course, princess,” the mare said, flapping her wings and making her way over the bed toward the door. “It’s Sergeant Quartzite to you,” she growled, making two fingers point at her eyes, then Rainbow. The mare left with a scowl at the little blue pain-clothes wonder. She did look nice in just shorts and a mutilated metal band shirt, she assumed it was. She didn’t know Strapping Young Colt by name, but the art was gruesome enough, the black fabric split along the sides to show her abs. And no bra.

She closed the door behind her and Rainbow dropped herself with the tiniest bounce on the bed, arms behind her head. “You wouldn’t shake me awake for a booty call,” Cadence said, responding to the knock on her door with a flash of blue magic, bringing in the summoned mug of steaming coffee. Not her morning beverage of choice, but it was the vehicle she chose to get breakfast whiskey in her. She’d need it, knowing Rainbow, as well as the problem she was surely having.

The fiery flier was suffering. Cadence saw it on her exhausted face, her bravado was paper thin. That wasn’t unusual, but her swiftness to drop the act was. “I popped by Fluttershy’s place for brunch, she was glowing. I want what she’s having, whatever it is. She told me what you two did.”

“How much?” Cadence asked, screaming internally, sipping her scalding hot coffee, setting the boiling beverage aside, too hot to drink.

Rainbow shrugged and rolled on her side, all eighty pounds of her. “She was having horrible sexual nightmares, but you two put an end to it and she got wonderful sleep. That damn hound of hers was all smiles, too, what, you fix his dreams, too, freak?” she laughed, making Cadence’s ears roll back defensively. “Just kidding. But I’ve been having nightmares, too. Uh,” she whispered. “Bad ones. Luna’s gone, well, unable to be reached is what the Cap said. The princesses are alright, right?”

Cadence let Rainbow in to cuddle her, cheek on her favorite little blue booty call’s head, blankets for them both. “Mmhm, they’re just in a really remote place. Magic can’t reach them. I’m surprised Twilight didn’t send you personally to send them a message.”

She shook her head. “Thunderlane. Uh, might be a state secret, keep that one under your crown, ‘kay, Candy?”

She giggled and pantomimed zipping her lips. Magic brought her coffee over, still too hot, but she suffered a sip anyway. Candy shifted and let Rainbow tangle their legs. “I wouldn’t let you do this if hubby was home, you know,” she whispered, squeezing her thighs to curb Rainbow’s enthusiasm as that muscular blue thigh rolled along her bare, hot pussy. Oddly enough, or perhaps it was plenty logical, Cadence wasn’t sore after last night. “What’s going on in those dreams, hun?”

Rainbow closed her eyes and put her muzzle on Cadence’s neck. “Bad shit, really fucking bad. Ah,” she yawned, hugging Cadence tight. “Worse every fucking night, too. Started off horrible and just keeps getting fucking worse. Last fucking night Ifucking doomed fucking all of fucking Equestria. And it was all for sex. Just fucking mind blowing good fucking sex. It was so good!” she hissed, nails digging into her sides made Candy follow suit. “First I just missed muster to fool around with AJ, but she said in her dreams, we never did it. So whoever it was, well, I guess it’s just a dream.” Cadence listened on, ears perking up. “Next few nights it got worse. I was chasing tail instead of doing my job. Caused a storm that ruined every harvest in the Canterlot valley, causing, like, a famine or something,” she shivered, whimpering. “I don’t wanna fuck up again!”

Rainbow sat up on her elbow and sniffed. “Then last night, Chrysalis came back, and her drones, they just surrounded me and, oh fuck, Candyass, you have no fucking clue. There were hundreds! And everyone was watching, and I just couldn’t stop! My body worked on its own, I couldn’t stop riding if I tried!” She shouted and fell onto her back, sprawling out.

It was her turn to be touchy. Cadence rolled on top and kissed her tongue first like she liked. Rainbow moaned and returned the kiss but broke away. She must be really upset, she loved making out. “I know how you hate changelings,” she sighed, rolling away and curling the covers to her chin.

Cadence rubbed her back, pushing her shirt up to push and knead her muscles, getting a pleased groan. “Did you see changelings in the other dreams?” the princess asked, sipping her coffee in her magic hold, then gulping. She shook her head fast, trying to wake up. Giving Rainbow a back rub was far from the last thing she wanted to do this morning.

Rainbow curled her arms under her chin and arched her back, tiny tits in the hot sheets, so Cadence moved to straddle her, hips on that perfect little blue butt. “Nuh uh,” Dash hummed, groaning out as Candy worked her hand magic on those tight little muscles. “Don’t think so. Always ponies I knew, or at least had met. Shadowbolts, other Wonderbolts… AJ, well, there was this deer guy with a fucking massive dick, like, it didn’t even fit,” she giggled. “Came a fucking gallon by thighfucking me though,” she purred, gasping as Cadence found a knot and pushed hard. Too hard. She was fucking jealous. “Aaaaah, fuck, right there, yes,” she exhaled. “Fun as the fucking is, waking up in a puddle is getting old. And it’s more cold sweat than pussy. The real issue is, like, not doing my job and letting ponies get hurt, or…”

She rolled on her side, caressing Candy;s hips. “Can you help, princess?”

Cadence nodded and smiled down, thumb on those little blue lips, grin growing when Rainbow sucked her thumb. “Wanna fuck first, or is that not such a good idea?”

Rainbow smiled and held the hand holding her face, looking away. “Uh, well…” she bit her lip, legs spreading. “I can’t say no to you,” she laughed, holding one of Cadence’s massive breasts.

Magic stripped the little blue thing, and in a flourish of hot limbs, Dash was standing on her shoulders, legs around Candy’s face, a hot muzzle kissing her pussy. She moaned, making Rainbow follow suit as her entire sex was vibrated. That little winking slit opened for Cadence’s tongue. She spelled her full name with her tongue tip in those hot lips, making Rainbow squeak cutely, and threw her to the bed. Panting, Dash sat on her side, rubbing her slit slowly. “Gently today, big girl, then I’m gonna pass the fuck out,” she sighed, hugging a pillow.

“Don’t worry a rainbow hair on your head, baby,” the princess whispered, thumb on one of those little nipples as her magic brought out her favorite little strapon. A cute little horsecock would do the trick. She tightened the strap and gasped when the bulb tucked up her wet slit to push on her g-spot. “I’ll stay up and we’ll hop in that dream and fix everything. Alright?”

“My hero,” Dash sighed, lifting her hooves in the air. She squeaked cutely when Candy spanked her, gently, then moaned as a thumb fishhooked her loud mouth. Cadence spat on her fingers and further wetted Dashie’s dripping little mare pussy, getting that clean little toy nice and slick. She sank in and got a nice sigh from the little mare, laying on her back, big pink tits on her head. The bed creaked as Cadence gave gentle, deep pushes to fill her little blue friend.

In a minute they were spooning on their sides, covers over their chests, one long pink arm curled around her neck. Dash held on with a tired grin, squeaking so cute as a machine gun burst of thrusts got her to cum and squirt hard. She pulled free and pulled the toy off. She didn’t cum, but that was just fine. Cadence got some water for Dash and guzzled her now tepid drink, hissing as the whiskey bit back. She had some water, too, and hopped right back in bed to be a space heater for the little blue wonderstud. When her breathing slowed and her body relaxed, Cadence slipped free and sat up, watching Dash roll over and fall right back to sleep.

“Okay,” she exhaled, mopping her mane from her face. The spell was tricky, she had underestimated how strong her help had poured, but with some focus, she was walking a purple and blue bridge. She hopped off the edge and landed in hell.

Magic detonations buffeted her as she fell, fell, fell, and she realized as she unfurled her wings and went into a roll that she was wearing a skin-tight outfit. Adrenaline coursing through her veins, Cadence summoned a magical sphere of protection and cursed the cloudless night’s darkness.

She hazarded to dive to get energy, then flapped up to hide behind a war balloon’s carriage, sucking breath, mopping perspiration from her brow. The steel was cold on her bare wings. She peeked her head over the window to the basket bigger than a bus and immediately ducked back down, narrowly avoiding being decapitated by a blast of green magic.

She let go and flung below the balloon’s cabin, ears ringing from artillery shells blasting a familiar scene below. “Canterlot?!” she shouted, muted by the roar of engines and the rush of wind. She pushed herself towards the front of the balloon, aware that there were dozens of other fliers, some in black, some in purple, Wonderbolts in their night raid uniforms and Shadowbolts. A mare zipped before her, purple and green on her uniform, followed by a trio of black Wonderbolts, no rainbow among them.

Cadence tucked her wings and used momentum to fall upon the bow of the balloon’s armored carriage, landing with proud and silent grace on a ledge a third of her hoof’s width. The princess peeked into the front room, the bridge as far as she could tell.

She dipped back down and cast a spell, smiling when the balloon began to steer in circles, the pilots asleep at the wheels. Another blast broke a window, and she was inside, a half dozen mares and stallions in fetching black uniforms all comatose. “A different kind of exciting, Rainbow. Not sure if I’d rather be fighting a war instead of fucking mister Elk, though,” she giggled, walking tall, magically fixing her mane as she made for the next compartment.

Small arms greeted her, a trio of unicorn stallions, all pausing when they saw the princess, more naked than naked. She followed their big eyes and saw what they did, immediately rolling her eyes. Her body was on display, even the shape of her navel and firm, chilly nipples were showing through her black skin-tight flight suit. Another flash of magic and they were on the floor snoring. “Stupid cameltoe,” she huffed, tugging at the fabric to no effect.

Past the passageway was a hearing protection required sign, one she obliged, magically muting her ears. Deaf, thankfully, she was ignored as she strolled past active artillery guns and the squads scurrying to reload and fire on the innocent ponies below. Magic made the assaulting ponies sleep, all for one, who she gripped by the scruff of her downright stylish black wool uniform. “Who do you work for?!” she tried to shout. Puzzlingly, her moving lips made no sound. “Oh, duh.” Candy giggled when she realized she was still deaf. Her hot horn sizzled again, dispelling her cute blue earmuffs. “Sorry. Now, ANSWER ME!”

The little white unicorn looked up with bright blue eyes through her blonde bangs. “N-nein!” she squeaked, and Cadence rolled her eyes, knowing Dashie was having quite a weird dream.

“Ah, Sombra, is it, then?” she sighed, a bored frown on her pink face. She made the mare fall asleep and fall in a pile, then continued on.

She found a wall mounted microphone and tried to remember the little Germane she knew to decipher the instructions. “Uh, this might be it,” she said, pushing the knob on the red box down, holding the phone to her head. “Sombra, I know you’re here, Niedleschwanz,” she said, smirking. “I’m coming for you. And you better not lay a crystal on that Wonderbolt. See ya soon!” she chirped brightly, summoning all of her cheerleader energy.

She continued on through the next door, grunting with effort to spin the wheel and unlock the dogs. As Cadence ducked through, a voice crackled to life in the intercom. She found a highly inclined stairway, hoping the word on the wall said bridge in Ponish.

“Frau Kadenz, Wilkommen!” Ugh, lay off the comic books, Rainbow, she grumbled, skulking up the tall staircase. Her legs and butt were already hot by the time she got to the top. “Would you like to say anything, little blue one?”

“Don’t hurt him!” a familiar raspy voice cried. “He’s huge, Candy, his dick is so fucking big!”

“Fucking whore,” she sighed, shaking her head, magically hitting the magazine button on a shouting stallion’s pistol. His first round ricocheted off her shield, then he, too, crumpled into a snoring pile. Cadence followed where he came from. His cap looked like he was important. For fun, she took it and wore it cockeyed on her head.

“She’s having a wonderful time, Candy,” a deep-voiced and very well spoken stallion purred into the crackly intercom. “And if I see your pink hide in the bridge, you’ll be next. Don’t think I don’t know how to deal with that love magic of yours.”

“Ah, shove it, crystal brains,” she mumbled, bored as she strutted to the locked door to the bridge. She leaned on a wall and barely flinched when another bullet slammed into her shield. One flash of magic later, she was lighting one of the stallion’s cigarettes, using his flip lighter to ignite his jacket by a smoke detector. In seconds, an alarm was blaring, some Germane blurting over the PA.

On cue, the magically locked door swung open and a stallion with a breathing mask over one shoulder and an extinguisher in his hands sprinted through, hitting a line she had tied across at her shoulder level, catching him square in the neck. Sputtering, she left him and closed the door behind her, blowing out smoke as she saw Rainbow smothering herself in the juiciest balls she’d ever seen on a stallion, flanked by a handful of armed ponies, all scrambling to get their firefighting gear on. She zapped each and every one, making them fall asleep on the spot.

“Welcome to the party, pal,” Rainbow moaned, giggling up a storm as that fat, fleshy fuckrod poured precum down her unzipped black flightsuit.

“Indeed!” roared the six and a half model of a stallion, his red tipped horn glowing neon green. Cadence ducked as his crystaling magic narrowly missed, covering a cathode-ray screen behind her in crystal, cracking the glass.

She dove behind another bank of knobs and dials just in time to avoid another blast, watching broken glass from a shattered bulletin board fall around her. “Good thing I’ve got hooves,” she grumbled, crawling along to the edge of the bank of readouts and controls, broken glass crunching underhoof. A peek showed the king was facing square away, looking over his shoulder as Dash struggled to stretch her jaw around that head.

She flinched as magic flew so close it singed her muzzle. “Spit him out and fight back, you idiot!” she shouted, gnashing her teeth as crystals rapidly grew out from the bulkhead above her and nearly pierced her. “All the studs we’ve fought and she chose the one tailor made to counter ME!” Cadence growled.

“Come on, Candyass,” the caped crystal-mancer laughed. “Let’s decorate that pretty horn of yours and have some fun! Your little girlfriend is having a ball of a time! Two, to split hairs.”

Cadence unfurled her wings and threw her cigarette, watching crystal magic snipe it from the air, then followed after as fast as she could sprint. She made it behind a closer desk-shaped console, her hoof barely avoiding another magic shot. She looked up and saw he was pointing that horn right at her. It was too late, and the green magic hit her square in the horntip. She fell back screaming, clutching her head, pain ringing like a migraine. She tried to pry the crystals off with magic, no luck, fingers just as useless. “Shoulda kept a fucking gun!” she winced.

“Cadence,” moaned Dash, shrieking as her little body was mounted on the machine behind which Candy cowered. She looked up at those big magenta eyes. The rolled back, genuine pain screaming out of that little mouth as she was surely speared by that fat king cock. “Oh FUCK! He’s so BIG!”

“Is that a bad thing?!” Cadence grumbled, standing slowly, hands by her shoulders. “Okay, Sombra. You win, see?” she said, trying not to sleep him but make his head pop like a watermelon, only for blue to fizz and dribble down her face. The ectoplasm dripped over her right eye, making her hiss, now staring with one eye closed.

Sombra purred, laughing from his belly, hips hitting Dash’s perfect little blue ass. “I do, don’t I?” The stud leaned back and hauled a microphone dangling from up above. “Attention on the HMS Crystal,” he roared triumphantly, magically hauling Cadence by the hip to his side. He wrapped a thick velvet-covered arm around her neck and kept her close. Cadence looked somberly at Dash, drooling, shaking and smiling, wings unfurled. Tears were pouring down her cheeks. Her cunt was spread to the limit on that veiny behemoth he called his cock. He paused for a breath, looking down at her face. “Stand down from repel boarders, everyone, your commander and King has apprehended two mares, these pesky Harmoniasts are being detained by none other than yours truly! This just shows how mighty our people are! Everyone,” he roared, both mares rolled their eyes. Cadence gave a look to Rainbow, who just shrugged. “Return to your battlestations! We have a Canterlot to conquer!”

He threw the corded mic over his shoulder, the coil made the fist sized box bob up and down where it dangled from the ceiling. Sombra hauled Cadence down by her horn. She saw stars as her body crashed into the panel. Smokey black hands gripped her hips, green energy coming from their wrists. Her body was laid on Rainbow’s, hooves above his head. She wrapped her thighs around his head and twisted her body hard, making him twist and fall off balance. But he was a big stallion, and Cadence couldn’t push even her fit body hard enough to make him fall over. Now on her side, his gigantic horseock glazed in honey and flopping free from a pained and hissing Rainbow Dash, Cadence screamed as he pushed her to the floor. His massive hoof laid on her chest as his hands pinned Rainbow back down to the panel before she could fight.

“I had this whole THING planned!” he snarled, glaring down at the pony trying to shove his massive booted hoof off her chest. “I was going to fuck you both, pulling out and fucking you as you laid on her, you stupid little princess! You think you can truly beat me without your silly magic?” he growled, laughing from his gut, even throwing his head back. She glared at Rainbow, who just grinned and shrugged her shoulders.

The rubber hose from a breathing mask floated into her view in that same black and green glow, binding her hands to the bolted base of a swiveling chair. “Now, Rainbow,” he purred, making her spin about and lay her strong back on the console. “We’re going to have fun, myself and your knight in skin-tight armor. And you’re gonna watch, like a good girl. Isn’t that right?”

To Cadence’s annoyance, she nodded, whimpering a little “Uh huh!”

“You’re such a good girl, Candy could learn from you,” he chuckled. Cadence thrashed as much as she could, but the stretchy rubber was too tight. Her fingers were already losing circulation. She sighed and dropped her head back, yelping when her horn clanged on the metal seat to which she was tied.

Sombra’s magic pulled her suit open down the middle and pulled her huge tits free. To her horror, Cadence felt her pussy lips part thanks to his massive thumbs. The worst part was she was winking, and soaked. His fingers were immaculately manicured, nails even shiny on his strong hands. “Get off me you bastard,” she snarled, hooves shoving on his chest.

The stallion just laughed and slipped a finger up her ass, deep. Her ring stung from the sudden insertion, thighs feeling watery already. She exhaled hard and tried to kick his face, he simply pushed both ankles to her shoulder with one huge hand. No leverage to be had, Cadence put on her meanest face and awaited the inevitable. He laid his tacky, sticky, leaky flare to her slit and slowly pushed up her hot, snug, slick cunt. She gasped and groaned, trying to sound as unatractive as possible. His lips met her mouth, forcing his tongue inside, making her cheek push out. More weight fell on her hips as his massive, gorgeous cock sank deeper. She fell back, relaxing, a moan even trickled into his mouth.

Sombra spat him out. “Mmm, almost as tight as you, Rainbow. Hard to beat a fun size toy, though.” The Wonderbolt just whimpered, rubbing her slit, biting her lip. Cadence gave up on her and waited the bastard out. He was thick, he was huge, it was painful in a wonderful way to feel him hilt inside her, her entire body rolling under him, betraying her.

The stallion laughed and laid his hand on her bouncing breast. He grunted in her mouth, punching her womb with his flare, making the breath from her lungs push out, He was so fucking big he was shoving her guts up into her diaphragm. She looked up, tongue out, moaning freely, shaking, eyes fluttering. “Princess of love, bah! Princess of filthy sex, more like. You’re a dirty little gutter slut in a pretty pink package, little bitch. To think, you and that stupid colt you married once bested me. ME!”

He howled with laughter and began to bruise her hips with brutal, balls deep thrusts. “Just hurry up and cum, stupid, ah!” she huffed, wincing, back arching. Her head fell back again, smacking her wrist tied above her head with her crystal covered horn. Jagged rocks scraped at her tender flesh, so she lifted her head again, tongue out as he fucked her deep, raw, and hard. She squeaked, screaming out in bliss as he milked a hard, squirting orgasm from her, spraying his expensive looking shirt with her orgasm.

“HA! Look at that, blue one, see how good it is to submit to a king?!” He smiled wide, fangs showing in his wicked grin, snarling, back arching, grunting hard. He bellowed out from his core, roaring in triumph as his veiny shaft pulsed. Cadence could feel the flare’s head mushroom back, so constrained in her little pussy. She could tell his cum was pouring inside from the flexing of his gorgeous cock, the heat filling her womb, his pressure washing sperm hitting her womb to the symphony of deep concussion from the big guns roaring to life again. She was cumming, she was being filled, her babybag stuffed with royal seed, all while ponies died below. She cried out, whimpering, shaking her head. It felt good, it felt so fucking great to be fucked! But she had failed trying, she had tried, she tried… but when she recalled her failed attack, she hadn't tried at all. Cadence gave up- in the dream.

In HER dream!

Her horn lit, she was sure the crystals were already falling off from the shocked look on his face. “You’re no king,” she snarled, grinning, her horn growing hot. “You’re nothing but a big, handsome, strong, gorgeous… uh… f-failure.” Her eyes crossed and looked up. Sure enough, the crystals remained, glowing a sickly bright green.

Sombra laughed, officially a broken record, now. She thrashed in place, it was no use. He let her go despite her fight, pulling his fat cock free. Cadence squeaked, his flare left her gaping, as much cum stuffed in her today as last night from Flutterpup. She huffed, tongue out, staring at that beautiful cock glazed in delicious-smelling spunk. “You had me worried you had some ace in the sleeve, Candyass. The only sleeves around here are the two little slut mares, aside from my gorgeous uniform. Now, clean me and get ready for round two, blue one.” Hands on his hips, he looked to his left where he had left Rainbow masturbating to her princess being raped. “Uh, blue one?” he asked, looking right, then spinning in place, eyes wide. “Where did you go?!” he roared, stomping to look behind the crystal-infected panel. As he put his hand on the edge and looked to Cadence’s final hiding place, a bright red cylinder shot up, clocking him square on the horn.

The impact came with a solid thump, followed by another attack from the open-uniformed Wonderbolt, shouting as she put her entire body into the swing. This hit his horn too square, the bent over stallion punctured the fire extinguisher with his horn tip, making the horned mare wince, gasping from a sharp crystal hitting her wrist again. That had to hurt. Compressed and super cold gas blasted his face, making him roar in agony, his perfect facial hair frozen from the white cloud.

He threw the canister free and swiped a palm over his face, stomping to Rainbow, zipping away to safety. His horn sparked to life, but before the magic could form, he clutched his forehead and bent double. “You little BITCH!” he shouted, pulling his overcoat back and unholstering a sidearm. He stood sideways, taking a powerful stance with his cock hanging free as he unloaded one round after another to the blur that was Equestria’s fastest flier.

“Think you can hit me, slowpoke?” Rainbow laughed. Cadence sighed and looked up to her wrist to see if it was bleeding, shrugging her head around when a crystal caught on the taught rubber. She had a bad scratch, annoyed when the crystal dug into the rubber again.

“Crystals are sharp,” she gasped, getting an idea. She pulled on the rubber, trying to cut the stretchy cordage as the gun kept on firing, deafening lighting cracks in the closed environment. Sparks shot out from screens and meters, and Rainbow’s lightning fast speed meant even if his horn did work, it’d be a hell of a chore to hit her, assuming the hit to his magical conduit didn’t render it as useless as hers. Cadence snapped one, then another band, just one loose strip of hose kept her down. She sliced it with ease and slithered to a kneeling position as his gun ran dry. The stallion calmly and swiftly dropped one magazine and slipped in another with a metallic click, yanking on the mechanism to make the thing work again.

It was just in time for Cadence to use her horn. She got low and held her breath, then let out a scream, standing and launching herselt up into him. Her horn met his back square between the shoulderblades. He let out a scream of pain and fell to the floor, so did his gun.

Cadence was on the floor by his hooves, clutching her horn. Pain shot out like a gunshot when she made contact, she was glad it was still whole and attached to her head. She held her head and got onto an elbow just in time to see a rainbow colored streak zip close and snatch up his gun. With the muzzle to the back of his head, Rainbow panted, standing over him, shaking.

“He didn’t fuck me, not all the way,” she panted. “I didn’t have sex in my dream! I didn’t have sex in my dream, Cadence! I did it!”

She fell on her front and groaned, hissing, rubbing her forehead. She bit her tongue to say anything to the contrary, because, yes, yes she did. That didn’t matter. “Yes,” she groaned, struggling to her hooves, pouring seed from her gaping pussy, rich and thick as all the other studs she had fucked the past few nights. “D-don’t finish him,” Cadence hissed, putting a hoof on his back, right on where she hit him. He grunted in pain, screaming and growling, hands balling into fists. Cadence quickly yanked the microphone cord from its socket and tied his wrists and pulled him to sit slumped along the pillar of controls in the center of the room. “We need info on why he’s here.”

“Duh, he had this vision for world domination and hated Equestria and the Crystal Empire, he wants to take over the worl-”

“Not in this stupid dream, Dash!” Cadence shouted, wincing, her head was ringing from the hit to her horn. “Ow, fuck. As in why in this specific dream. Who sent you?” she snarled, hand on his horn, watching him wince, dick still limp, laying filthy over one of his thighs.

“Bitch!” he snarled, struggling in his restraints, gasping when the pain in his back flared up. “Ah! Fuck you!” he shouted. Cadence flinched when his spit landed on her muzzle. She mopped it away and grimaced down to him.

His horn flared to life in her hand, too hot to hold, and the princess yanked her fingers away before they burned. The gun barrel tapping his horn made him pause, however. “You can zap her, or you can zap me, but you can’t get us both, Sombra,” Rainbow Dash threatened, one hand pulling her zipper up, not doing much to keep her incredible body covered. Her sexy suit was just as snug. “The next spell from that horn better be taking the magic rocks off my friend’s horn, or else you’re losing yours, and I’m not a patient pony, you oughta know that. On the count of three,” she said, making the metal tap his curved horn. “One,”

“Fuck you,” he snarled.

“Two,” Rainbow calmly said. When he didn’t comply, she squeezed the trigger with the barrel resting on the base, lead spitting into the panel behind him, the hot barrel scorching the fur on his forehead. Even he flinched, Cadence nearly jumped out of her suit. “Thr-”

“Alright! Alright, fine. I know when I’m bested.” Sombra closed his eyes and concentrated. His horn glowed bright green, as did Cadences, though hers from without. The crystals dissolved and evaporated with little bubbles of purples and greens and reds. “There. I’ll talk. I should have figured you being here was a bad sign, Candyass.”

“My name is Princess Cadence. Call me that again, Sombra,” she said, bending down, horn glowing, a magical hand squeezing his balls. “And you’ll beg her to finish counting.”

“FINE!” he shouted, shaking for a moment. “Fine, Princess Cadence.” He gulped hard. “I don’t know much. But I do know your betters retired, and are indisposed in the Azurain jungles. Not even my magic can penetrate the fields made by the vines there.”

“So you knew we were vulnerable?” Rainbow asked, sitting criss-cross at his side. How she could take such tightness over her pussy, Cadence would never know. Maybe she was just used to these stupid suits. Stupid suit, she realized was still open over her body. The princess carefully zipped hers up, cum in the suit be damned. She couldn’t push her tits in again, so she kept her cleavage showing, much to Rainbow’s thumbs up approval.

She rolled her eyes. “Focus, bunny rabbit, before you hump my leg. Sombra, keep talking. What brought you here to this dream? And the others?”

“Voice,” he spat, struggling to sit up, his squirming stopping when the gun tapped his horn again. “Woman’s voice.”

“Green magic, yeah yeah, what else?” Cadence said, magic fishing out another cigarette from the pack she had borrowed. She lit her smoke just as the door began to open.

“We’re BUSY!” Rainbow roared, and the mare peeking in, seeing her king in binds, slowly closed the door behind her. The mares returned to Sombra, pouting. “Well?”

“She was black, a unicorn with a black horn and green eyes, you already know who.”

Cadence cocked her hips and stuck out her tongue, ashing over his head, making him growl. “Pretend I don’t. Spell it out for me.”

“You’re as stupid as you are sexy, slut. It’s Chrysalis, how could you not tell?! She bid me from my prison, gave me a sliver of my power in the waking world, just enough to regain my form. Then she sent me in this stupid dream, claiming that it was part of her plan.” He exhaled as the ash on Cadence’s cigarette grew and grew. She was frozen in shock, jaw slack as realization hit her like a train. “Infest their dreams, infiltrate, scheming bug bitch couldn’t see that restoring my power would further her aims of defeating you stupid princesses! A few nights of lost sleep, what was she thinking?!” he spat, grunting hard.

Dash leaned in and addressed Cadence, on her tippy hooves to Candy’s bent ear. “Is there any way your dream magic can pull him back with us? Take him prisoner? Equestria doesn’t need another evil threat. Feels like every week I’m either playing buckball or going a thousand miles to freeze my ass off just to blast another bastard with friendship rainbows.”

Cadence gulped, taking another drag, pouring over the information. Green magic and a woman’s voice, it was so obvious. And it did seem beneath her, troubling dreams, even if it had all been brutal sexual attacks. She wasn’t just trying to make a few mares sloppy and messy in the morning, she was trying to break Equestria’s best mares, which had kept ponies safe for a decade. Sombra might not appreciate it, but Chrysalis was striking where it hurt, and she knew it.

“No,” she said at last, sitting in the chair, the same one to which she was once tied. “No, not that I know of. Twilight might know, but there’s no way to reach her, not in your dream. I don’t think so. I have her notes back at- um, the place we were,” she smacked her lips. “Goes without saying, but we should watch what we say here. Sombra will probably be picked over for details when we all wake. Even worse, she might be watching, even now.” Dash nodded knowingly. “Sombra, where is she?”

He laughed. “You think I know? She’s the ultimate infiltrator. She used coded messages delivered by disguised ponies. Took her years to get this plan together, she said. And why am I telling you a thing?! This is a dream, just wake up and let me do the same, you slut.”

“Aaaand we lost him,” Rainbow sighed. With a shrug, she leveled the handgun, making Sombra flinch. “Might as well see if this hurts in the real world, too, right?”

“Stop!” he shouted. “Dream or not, that fucking hurts! You want your wing ripped off, cunt?!”

With a grimace, Dash leaned back. Then, to Cadence’s shock, she lifted the gun again. “RAINBOW! Stop!” Cadence magically lifted the muzzle, but no report came. “What the fuck, girl?”

“What? This is war!” she snarled back. She sighed and flapped her wings. “What else do you know? Does she have accomplices? Other than the zillions of drones?”

Sombra shook his head. “I have no clue. She’s secretive, perhaps more than myself, King of Shadows. How’s that for a book title?”

Dash shrugged. “König der Schatten wird nicht gut übersetzt,” the blue mare said dismissively.

“Um, Geshundheit. And just how did she find the black magic to summon you, exactly?” Cadence asked, crossing her arms, then put her hands on her hips when all eyes fell on the way her gesture had lifted her big tits.

Again he shook his head. “She neglected to say. I asked the same thing. After this failure, I doubt she’ll complete the full ritual. I’m as deadly as a shadow as far as I know.”

“Always with the shadow schtick,” Dash grumbled, waving her new toy around, making Cadence nervous. She put up another shield, Rainbow neglected to react, or just didn’t notice.

Cadence flicked the butt of her smoke away and sighed. “The ritual to summon you enough to even talk takes a lot of magic, and I have to wonder where she’s getting it. Is there a hive in equestria siphoning love?” she asked.

“Three for three, Candy.” A magic poke to his back made him hiss. “AH! Cadence.”

“Well, you’re as useful as a screen door on a U-boat,” Rainbow groaned, drumming her fingers on her knee. “Any last words?” she said, a kitten’s evil grin on her face. Cadence made her lower the gun.

He laughed. “I don’t like her. I want to see her fail as much as you do after this cliche little dream, fun as it was. And it was fun,” he said with a wink, making both mares groan, though a shiver ran up Cadence’s spine. “All we’re missing is the Alicorn Amulet. With that, I could have leveled Canterlot and trapped you two for all the fun in the world.”

“That’s impossible, no one knows where that is,” Dash said, rolling her eyes. “After Trixie’s little episode, it was hidden away!”

Cadence tapped her muzzle, thinking. “Hmm. I don’t think that’s it, either, unless you know something we don’t, mister shadows.” Cadence bent down until their horns were all but touching. “Well?”

His red eyes were sharp, his glare as strong as ever. “I’ve foolishly told you everything I know. Unless you want round two, why don’t you pull the plug, Luna wannabe?”

Cadence stood and put her hands on her hips, looking at Rainbow. “Well, now we know more. I think that’s all we’ll get from the little king here. What do you think, Rainbow?”

Dash bit her lip, eyes dipping to his lap, ogling the glazed cock laying over his thigh, staining his nice uniform pants. Cadence groaned and slapped her face. Sombra simply let out a laugh, flinching and gasping in pain. “What?! He’s so fucking hung! And come on, I heard you moaning, slut.”

Cadence shivered, letting out a breath. “It’s her dream-”

“Shut up, shadow boy. Fine. Ride that fucking dick for all I care!” Cadence snapped, throwing up her arms. “But you even THINK of hurting one colorful hair on her little head, yours is getting ventilated, Sombra.” Cadence levitated the gun from Rainbow’s hand to her own, making his eyes go wide.

“That’s cold, Candy. Come on, we won! What’s a little fun, huh?” the little mare purred, licking her chops as her little blue hands held his hot balls, pulling and gently massaging those spheres. It was so hot Cadence had to look away before she began winking all over again.

“Ugh,” she groaned, it was too late. His cum was tickling her lips, stuck in her tight suit like this.

She sat in the chair and unzipped her suit, might as well enjoy this, she thought. Rainbow put her tiny tits on his chest and kissed him tongue first, moaning and cupping his big dick. “Back still hurt?” she whispered in his mouth. He nodded, moaning as she fed him her wet tongue. “This is so fucked. Didn’t you literally try and enslave every pony in Equestria?”

“Don’t forget kidnapping Cadence’s brat,” he laughed, getting a magical flick to his cracked horn. “Ah! Hey!”

“You deserved that,” Dash laughed, shrugging off her flight suit. She had a healthy gleam of sweat in the old incandescent glow of the lights that weren’t shattered by bullets or crystals. “Now eat up, slave, or else.” She stood above him, straddling the stallion, hand on his horn pushing his chin to her thighs. He licked at her little vulva with slow, methodical eagerness, dragging a yawn from the blue pony. “I said eat, not nibble.” She sat hard on his mouth, groaning out, hips humping at his face. The stallion opened wide and moaned hard, tongue diving in, or so it looked to Cadence. For years she had nightmares, actual ones, of him raping her. Now that it had passed, dream or no, seeing him being made to eat out the littlest pony of Twilight’s five friends seemed surreal. The evil mastermind behind an entire empire was being dominated by a mare not even five feet tall. Cadence smiled and shook her head.

She bit her lip when she saw his cock pulsing and growing hard. As drool rolled down his bearded chin, his cock leaked milky precum. He was as hung as she dreamed, yet seeing it in the flesh, even after having had it flare inside, Sombra looked so big. Perhaps not elk big, but that was a rather high bar. Dash pinched one of her perky nipples and sighed. “Goood boy,” she laughed. He was all smiles when she stood and stepped back. Dash sat in his lap and pinned that leaking shaft to his tummy, moaning in his mouth. “Fuck I taste good,” she growled, biting his lip, hips stroking her soaked pussy up and down his cock. His veins were a bulging tangle of pipes over his flesh, thumping and pumping power into that painfully huge black fuckrod. Cadence shivered with jealousy as Rainbow rubbed his flare on her slit.

“Shit!” she hissed as she sat and took him almost to the ring. “Ah, that’s a good boy,” she sighed, face to face with the sitting stallion even as she was squatting. “Don’t think I can take it all like Candy, so easy, boy, I’m fun sized, remember?”

“I should have dated you all, not tried to usurp you,” he laughed, grunting hard at another flick to his horn.

“Can it, shadow boy,” Cadence snarled. “You’re lucky I’m not wearing panties, or you’d be gagged right now.”

“Ah, poor me,” he groaned, hissing in discomfort. “Your pussy is so tight. Ah, gut Schlamp-”

Dash shoved a thumb in his lips and panted and stroked her little hips fast and smooth, her perfectly muscular body completely under her control. “Cool it with the Germane, Kasebröt.” Were the situation reversed, Cadence wasn’t sure she could match that fluidity if she tried. Rainbow was a fucking fucking machine.

“Cheese-oh fuck,” the stallion shivered and lost his train of thought, burying his muzzle into that blue neck, fangs digging in deep.

She winced when Dash sat hard, a squeak squeezing out of her little throat, her six pack tented out a little. She could see the flare shape through her belly, and her lips had just barely kissed his medial ring. Cadence touched her own navel, a sigh falling out of her mouth, her womb was full but her pussy was devoid of his fat cock. “Fuck, easy, slut, he’s got a big cock but he’s still Sombra,” she told herself internally.

Dash screamed. Cadence was on her hooves as Rainbow fell back, flare popping free. She fell on that tight ass and sprayed his balls with a big squirting orgasm, shaking like a leaf. Dash mopped her clit with four fast fingers, her spare fist slamming into the floor. “FUCK YES!” she gasped, sucking a desperate breath, panting as she laid supine. Cadence relaxed as she spun and sat in his lap again, furiously stroking his flared dick. “Holyshityou’rebig!” she huffed, tongue out. Dash put her elbow on his shoulder and sat on him, then leaned forward on all fours, sliding him inside. No, he wasn’t filling her, Dash was stretching herself around him! On all fours, the little mare was stuffed with his dick, hips bobbing in tiny circles, Cadence knew she was at capacity with that flare in her tiny cunt. She was tense, wings unfurled, lengthening her strokes by rocking back and forth, making her tummy tent out as her ass inched closer to his lap. The stud shook a little, wincing in pain when he bucked his hips. Serves him right, Cadence whimpered to herself, openly fingering her slimy, cream-leaking pussy. She put a hand on her tummy and just dreamed of him pouring that rich cream inside all over again.

“Let me know when you’re close,” she panted, throwing her head to get her bangs out of her eyes. “I want a facial bad!” Cadence got on her knees and shifted to lay on her side, hand on Rainbow’s tight ass. “What, wanna share it?” she huffed.

Cadence swallowed, then nodded. “Dirty slut,” Rainbow hissed, making Cadence whimper. “You know more than I do what an asshole he is. And you want him to, fuck, to fucking nut in your fucking face?” Cadence shut her up with a kiss, moaning as she felt Dash suck deep breaths down, tasting her mouth, the pussy, the sweaty balls, her and his spit, she was so delicious.

“I really fucking want it,” she exhaled, tongue laying out, licking Rainbow’s cheek. “Does he hurt, so thick in you?” she whispered, stroking Rainbow’s cheek with her own.

“Ah huh!” Rainbow squeaked, giggling. “Oh he’s huge!”

“Good girl,” she groaned, looking up at Somba, watching his eyes languidly drinking in the sight of her pink pussy leaking his hot cum. “Fucking bastard,” she snarled in her low, sultry tone. “One victim wasn’t enough? Ah, need more, don’t you, fucking conquer her, too?”

“Aaah, yes,” his deep voice groaned.

Cadence sat up and laid her cheek on Rainbow’s dock, staring at his square jawed face. “Look at that cunt stretch,” she purred, cupping his balls, then circled her thumb and finger around his cock at Rainbow’s lips. “Look at her wrapped tight around you like a living fucking condom,” she growled, beaming with her big white teeth. “Can’t wait to mark her, make her wear your seed on her stupid fucking bitch face?!”

“Aaah!” the stallion roared. She watched, marveling at his fat balls climbing close to his body. “Yes! I’ll make you mine!” he bellowed, shouting with agony and rage as he stood, stumbling forward, piledriving the mare below her with his hands behind his back. That horn lit up bright and he grabbed her hips with two glowing black and green hands, pounding down.

Rainbow screamed out in pain and bliss, palms flat on the floor, eyes wide. “FUCK! YES! FUCKING FUCK ME!” she screamed, shaking, thighs hauled into the air. She sprayed out another hot orgasm, squirting all over the panel behind them both and the floor between his polished hooves. Cadence shot to her knees and nipped at the base of his sloppy dick, smelling his rich musk soaked in cum from the three of them. She looked up with her big blue eyes and magically cut the cord holding his hands. Two massive fists came forward, one holding her aching horn, the other Dash by her tail. The stallion pushed the vacuum sealed cunt off his gigantic flare, popping free with a horribly wet sound. Rainbow flopped to the floor and got her knees under her, yanked to Cadence’s side with a pink hand on her arm. It was just in time for Sombra to stroke his wet cock in their faces only twice, then his seed poured out. Pressure pumped his first huge rope so hard it hit Dash between the eyes with enough force to push her bangs aside. Cadence panted, tongue out with Rainbow Dash, busy flinching from the fire. She took the next rope expertly, beaming when her right eye was glued shut. He showed his fangs in a cruel smile, pushing out cups of salty, rich, kingly cum. His pearly cream spewed high and splashed on both of them in a sloppy artillery barrage, leaving both their curved backs streaked and their faces and manes completely soaked.

It seemed like ages, but his cock finally quit, wilting with him as Sombra slumped on that panel, shoulders canted sideways as he grunted in pain, a hand reaching up to touch his back. “Fuck!” he puffed. Cadence squeaked in surprise as she was kissed, Dash launching up into her embrace. She suckd Dash’s tongue clean and pushed the sperm back, savoring the salty, rich flavor, the way his slimy load had that delicious silty texture, strands of pure genetic power in a soupy sea of spit and sauce.

She heard a gulp and scoffed. “Slut!” she laughed, licking Rainbow’s cheek and spitting in her mouth. She exhaled and melted, lazily kissing Dash as the little pet shivered, giggling and falling to cling to her princess, shaking like a leaf constantly. Cadence put her cheek on Dash’s wet forehead and watched Sombra tuck his dick back in his pants. “Holy shit, Sombra, not bad for round two.”

“If you need me, get a dozen unicorns together, you know where I’m at,” he sighed with a smile.

Cadence let Rainbow fall into a cuddly giggle fit, gagging and coughing and laying her head on Cadence’s thighs. “Promise you won’t try to take my baby again?” she chuckled.

“If you’re okay with making a new one, I can’t say no to a filthy face like yours.”

She nearly melted. The princess could almost feel her ovaries flare up. “Sombra!”

“Smooth,” Dash giggled, rolling onto her back, head laying on Cadence’s slick thighs, happy little hypothermic shivers rocking her rocked body.

The stallion fixed his long, silky, shiny black mane. Pretty boy, the princess thought to herself with a smirk. “Ready, Rainbow?” The little blue mare giggled and nodded.

“What a fucking dream,” she sighed. “Did we save Canterlot?”

Cadence laughed. “Sure did, special agent Dash.”

She rolled onto her knees and looked up with those feisty magenta eyes. “Uh, Captain Dash, to you. Come on, princess, we’ve got some sheets to mess up.”

Cadence let herself be helped to her hooves. His glue was cooling on her face and in her mane, even in her wings. She frowned, then smiled, knowing she could just enjoy it and be clean when she woke up. Well, clean as cuddling in a puddle can be. “Sombra,” she said, holding onto Rainbow’s waist. The stallion grunted softly, pain on his face. “Sorry about the back. Here.” Her horn lit and his own did, too, but needlessly. Her magic wasn’t offensive, it reached into his wound and filled the bruised flesh with healing magic, energies that restored his cells.

The stallion sighed and rolled one shoulder, then the next. “Could have done that twenty minutes ago, princess,” he said soberly.

“Sorry. But you did try and kill us. And you know, thousands of other ponies. And the rape.” He shrugged. “Goodbye. For now.” She smiled and reached out with her magic for that dream tether, finding it dangling from where his PA microphone cord had been severed.

“Wait. I have something for you.” His horn lit, and she immediately put up a shield, but his magic summoned a tome, not an attack. “The horn crystalling spell. If you’re going to beat Chrysalis, you might need it.”

“This is a huge liability for you, you know that, right?” Cadence said, taking the hefty book under her arm. Would it come through the dream? Eh, probably, Celestia and Twilight knew the spell, anyway, right? Probably. She assumed someone did.

He nodded. “You won’t have to use it on me. Besides, I still have some tricks up my sleeve,” he laughed. Cadence looked at Rainbow Dash, tail whipping like a puppy, eyes on her huge breasts.

“Goodbye, King. See you in my nightmares, I hope,” she giggled, winking one last time. She held onto Dash tight and pulled herself through the ceiling, Dash shrieking with surprise. Did it matter if Dash came with? She wondered why she bothered, but didn’t stop rising.They left him looking up with a somber smile.

The mares woke with a gentle fluttering of their eyes, bodies soaked in sweat from stewing under the covers in each other’s warm arms. “Ugh, I feel dirty,” Cadence said, sniffing. She didn’t smell stallion spunk, just mare sweat and the honey stewing around their hips. Between them, a leather bound book big as her head soaked up their sexual juices, Twilight would have blown a gasket.

“Shower sex?” Dash purred, nipping at Cadence’s neck.

She glanced at the window and saw the sky’s golden twilight pouring in her room. She had slept the day away, fighting and fucking her mortal enemy with her favorite fuckbuddy. “Fuck yes, slut.” Cadence pushed the spell book under her pillow and rolled over her tight little marefriend.

My Little Streetwalker

“Tell me EVERYTHING!” Cadence was on the edge of her seat, eyes wide, grin stretching from ear to ear on her brightly lit face. She didn’t mind the light snow falling around them, she was dressed for the winter well with a brand new set of pink leggings, a cozy burgundy turtleneck zip up fleece top, and super cute running shoes. The midday path through the park was clear of snow, so the two were taking the opportunity to at least try and burn off some of the winter eating.

Twilight was in a simple puffy purple winter coat and earmuffs that were absurdly cute. Little hearts on them? Oh it was too much! She would have to ditch the frumpy sweatpants, though Cadence couldn’t fault her for wanting something comfy after traveling so far and back in just a few days.

Twilight was huffing pretty good, Cadence slowed a hair to match her pace as they jogged along. “Ah, his name,” she huffed, beaming, wings fluttering. “Is Tula! Tall in person, too. He says hi,” she laughed.

“Did you two have fuuun?” Cadence sang, biting her lip, squeaking when her shoe hit snow on the muddy edge of the paved path. She was so enraptured with Twilight’s new antlered friend she was barely watching where she was going.

The taller princess magically adjusted her, ugh, sweatband. So tacky! “Yes, no! Not like that!” she giggled. “We had some wine, talked about his lifestyle and culture, fascinating stuff.” She panted and jiggled to a strut, hands on her hips. “I need to run more,” she sighed, bending over at a water fountain as Cadence hopped from one hoof to the next, looking at how those massive tits of Twilight’s hung heavy even in her strong sports bra under her sweater. When she saw Twilight was too winded to run, she gave in to a brisk walk with her little sister in law. “Like the deer,” she sighed, “they believe in strong familial and tribal values, and winter is very special to them. Hospitality is of utmost importance. Their kind is rather technologically backward, histories are all oral and there wasn’t a literate elk in the tribe.”

“Sooo? Is there a missus Tula?” she giggled bumping hips with Twilight, recoiling off more herself than bonking Twilight’s thick body off course.

Twilight’s ears flipped back and her tail flicked. “No,” she giggled, adjusting those earmuffs, tongue sticking through her smiling teeth for a moment. “But you’re married, Candy. In your dreams, or mine, I guess.”

They both laughed and met the street, following the noon sun to the castle. “No, silly, not for me. I want you to get some venison!” That made Twilight’s wings unfurl. “Too much?”

“He didn’t expect, um, this,” Twilight motioned at her body. “He was pleasantly surprised, that much was obvious, gosh, he was staining his knee-” Twilight mumbed, gulping and lacing her fingers together. “B-but it wasn’t a date! We exchanged letters, which means the paper just had pictures, and had a pleasant day together in his village. He showed me around, introduced me to all sorts of cows and bulls and bucks and does, they have a sort of rivalry with the deer, though it’s good natured, mostly. Once upon a time it was bloody, raids for slaves and supplies and territory. Perhaps they were behaving better for their guest, I’d love to be a fly on the wall,” Twilight said.

“What, and watch their mating rituals?” Twilight fanned herself and flapped her wings, taking to the sky, Cadence zipping up to follow. Away from the ground, she pushed the point further. “Was he relatively big for an elk?” she shouted through the biting cold wind.

“No! Maybe!” Twi shouted back, rolling her eyes. She hurried along, clearly not as out of steam as she seemed on the ground.

Cadence had to actually try to keep up, a natural flier, she hadn’t broken a sweat flying with Twilight until today, though she was already warmed up. “We SO have to visit together when this is done!” she shouted, giggling, landing on the highest balcony with Twilight, a pegasus sentry waving and flying aside for the princesses.

“What’s with her?” Cadence asked as they walked into Twilight’s bedroom, the pink mare waving at the cute blonde mare zipping to the sky.

Twilight peeled off her sweater, now just in a lazy day T-shirt perhaps a size too small, damp with sweat. “Just being safe,” she sighed. “I didn’t want to, but Spike and Rarity both made a great point. Is it more selfish to occupy another few ponies to guard every entrance, or trim the watch for an excuse to call myself generous when I’m more at risk than ever since Celestia and Luna abdicated?”

Cadence unzipped her top as low as it would go, showing off some warm pink cleavage, taking the liberty to help herself to a bottle of water from Twilight’s shelf. “I’m glad to see you’re taking this seriously, Twilight. I wouldn’t want anyone to hurt Flurry downstairs,” she sighed, still breathing swiftly. “I should go check on her. Speaking of threats, we should talk about yesterday.”

Twilight nodded. “How is Rarity? She missed me at the train station yesterday evening.”

Cadence groaned. “Rainbow sniped me. Can you believe she broke into my room? Again?”

The purple pony made a reading chair creak, her magic peeling open a letter and cracking a bottle of water. “I can. So what if we go a little out of order? How’d it go?”

“That filly has problems.” Cadence glugged her cool water, spilling a little down her neck. She left it. “She was dreaming about Sombra bombarding Canterlot with these booming, um, what were they called? The things that explode and shoot the things.”

“Guns? Artillery?” Twilight laughed, Cadence nodded. “Barbaric and ancient tech, though lethal. Nothing a good spell can’t easily outmatch. So I assume you did?”

She giggled, nodding. “Ooooh yes. Even got to wear a Wonderbolts uniform, those things are tight! Aaaanyway, I fought my way to the bridge of this massive warship, and felt like a hero in a cheesy action movie. I finally make it to the bridge, er, control room, thing, whatever, and Sombra’s smothering Rainbow’s face in his fucking balls.” She collected herself and continued. “Dash had been fucking the bad guys in her dreams instead of saving the day with hooves to the face. She was made to watch her friends suffer while she was fucked, she was crying when she couldn’t quit licking that big, veiny monster of a horseco-oh, well, yeah.” She laughed, seeing Twilight’s blushing deadpan face. “We beat him… then he told us what we should have known already.

“Queen Chrysalis is somehow behind all these dream attacks.” Twilight sat up in her chair, eyes big as plates. “She’s been gathering intel, trying to break you and your friends, rendering Equestria defenseless before she sends in the drones again.”

“Green magic, woman’s voice, in depth information on our deepest fears, it should have been obvious,” Twilight groaned, face in her palm. She took a deep breath and put her cheek on her palm, hoof bobbing up and down. “So, how did she get Sombra? Or was he a manifestation of some kind, a fake?”

“I think he was the real deal, he knew too much about me, his magic nearly killed me by crystalling my horn all over again. Oh! I forgot, he gave me a present, a spell book to counter that stupid spell of his. Um, long story, Twi”

“Do you think you were in real danger?” she asked, hands in her lap “Or would you wake up fine if something bad happened?”

Cadence hadn’t considered that, not consciously. “I’d rather not find out. Dash saved me with a well timed fire extinguisher to the horn,” she smiled, making Twilight wince and touch her horn. “Yeah. Well, he said Chrysalis summoned him from his shadow prison-”

“But that ritual takes a half dozen powerful spellcasters!” Twilight blurted.

Cadence nodded. “I think she either had help, or didn’t do the whole deal, just enough to get his spirit physical enough to sleep and dream.”

The princess stood and went to the balcony, braving the winter chill in just her paper thin shirt. Cadence waited leaning on the door frame. “She had to have something amplifying her power. She had your love to beat Celestia…” Twilight sighed. “Any idea what got her that boost?”

Cadence poured over her memories, thinking of any mention of a relevant thing that could have helped the bitch. “I can’t remember, but someone mentioned the alicorn amulet. Sombra had the same symbol on his army’s cap, or maybe it was just a coincidence.”

“I need to talk with Zecora,” Twilight said, wings unfurling through the holes in the back of her shirt.

A tug on the hot, damp fabric kept her hooves on the ground. Cadence wiped her fingers with a frown on her pants. “Ugh. Twilight, it’s freezing out, at least take a coat, and let’s get a bite to eat before we go.”

She smiled, sighing and rolling her eyes. “I guess. I’m hungry, thanks, Candy.” They both went to embrace, but paused.

“Shower, too?” she giggled, looking up at her little sister in law.

Twi nodded, magically closing the double door to the balcony behind them. “I’ll send a quick letter giving her a heads up I’ll be on my way. I don’t think we should go together, Rarity and Pinkie both need your help.”

She felt wounded, like Twilight didn’t want her company, like she didn’t want to talk more about Tula. But, she turned her thoughts over in her head, and realized that it was prudent to divide the labor. “You’re right, I think. Both girls are tough, all of your friends are, really. So who should come first?”

Twilight crossed her arms and hummed, doing her bra no favors. That damn thing was putting in work. “I have no idea. I was so occupied on my trip, I didn’t keep up with them. I’ll leave it up to you.”

“Let’s do lunch with them both! If they’re free, that is. I’d love to bring Flury along. She’s gotta be getting bored in your kid’s corner of the library by now.”

“Great idea, Candy!” Twilight hissed, flinching. “I gotta not call you that in public, huh?” she giggled.

She licked her teeth and cocked her hips. “Only if you wanna turn me on in front of your friends,” she said, rolling her eyes and flipping her long bangs out of her face. “Let’s rinse off and go, Twi.”

***

Pinkie insisted on serving them for lunch. The weekday crowd at Sugarcube Corner was slow, so they had the bakery, party venue, and daycare center all in one to themselves. Cadence was all washed and made up, smiling as she opted for tea. Both mares helped themselves to coffee, several cups. “How are you girls doing?” she asked, forced to judge the twin toddlers’ macaroni art, her own little Flurry still working on her own. “Nice, um, cloud there, Pumpkin.”

“It’s a monster truck!” the colt shouted, shoving his way in front of the pretty new friend. “And- and mine’s a cassul! See?”

“Oh I do! Very nice, Pound Cake. What’s Flurry’s?”

The twins squealed and stomped off back toward the kitchen, laughing when they harangued Flurry about the finer points of gluing macaroni to paper. Cadence sighed, chin on her hand, watching with maternal love for the little loudmouths. “You’re good with those two,” Pinkie yawned, planting a plate of pumpkin spice muffins on the table. Cadence and Rarity both bemoaned the carbs, but not after the first bite. Sleep deprived or not, Pinkie knew her way around a mixing bowl.

Pinkie was in a cozy “HO HO HO!” sweater, where Rarity was looking fresh from a funeral in a black turtleneck and pants to match, eyes behind sunglasses that occupied most of her face. Cadence had on her sporty fleece, her smart outer shell hanging on the coat rack by the door. “I just wish they’d keep quiet,” Rarity squeaked as she yawned. “I would kill for a bottle of wine and a dreamless night.”

Cadence rinsed down a mushy mouthful with a cup of steamy tea, a mix of fruity flavors so sweet she couldn’t pick out a single flavor. “Well, that’s why I’m here! Have you been talking to the others? Are they sleeping well?”

“Mmhm! AJ and Fluttershy popped by yesterday looking great!” Pinkie yawned and sprawled on the table. “Lucky.”

“Indeed, princess,” Rarity yawned, hand poshly keeping her open mouth hidden. “Heavens, why can’t you just do a team-effort like that, oh whatever it was that tormented Luna that one time?”

“The Tantabus, and this is a little different,” she whispered, ear flicking, determining the shrieks from the other room to be of playful joy. “We know what’s behind it, and it isn’t internal to any of us, it’s an attack.”

“Oh I knew that!” Pinkie whined, snorting and sitting up, wiping her eyes. “Only some meanie no-good… meanie pants would make me dream those nightmares!” She slammed her fists on the table, flinching back just in time for Cadence’s magic to catch her humorously gigantic mug from toppling over. “Oopsies.”

“No worries, Pinkie. I haven’t done a team effort, though I don’t think that’s the best option.”

“We know Luna’s away, what a trouble,” Rarity yawned, neglecting to hide her open mouth. “It’s a shame, the two of you would have made faster work of this.”

Cadence nodded and scooted her chair in. “It’s no use wishing, though, we need to dive into both of your dreams and face the music.”

Rarity recoiled, Pinkie giggled. “But I’m just one dream-hopping pony. Who wants to go first?”

The friends looked at each other, speaking at the same time. “You go first. No, you, I insist!”

Cadence rolled her eyes as Pinkie cackled, where Rarity just threw her head back with a groan of dismay. “No no no, I insist more!” they both blurted.

While they bickered, Cadence fished in her purse and found a single loose bit. “Pinkie, call it.” She flipped the coin before they could protest.

“TAILS!” she shouted, snapping to her hooves, her big butt knocking the chair backward. The coin landed on the table, spinning on its side for what felt like eternity, all mares transfixed on it. It circled, wobbling, flopping over in a spiral, then finally, landed with Celestia’s smile greeting them both.

Cadence slapped the coin and threw it back in her purse. “Well, you busy tonight, Rarity?” she smiled, the unicorn sighing out with her chin in her hand, Pinkie cheered.

“WOO! You’re gonna get rid of those silly messy dreams, Rarity!”

“Oh I know,” she shivered. “I just don’t want to make you suffer another night, darling,” she whined. “And I’d rather not share what ails me,” she barely squeaked, arms crossing under her perky chest.

“We’ll go right away. If we’re quick, I can be back tonight to help you, Pinkie, though I wouldn’t count on it entirely. Dreams and time are,” she flicked her hand back and forth. “Wobbly. You know how it goes.”

The earth pony giggled and nodded, sitting back, and before Cadence could shout or get a spell, she was falling back, laying on her chair that was waiting on the floor. She landed with an oof, air driven from her, falling into a giggle fit, hooves kicking in the air, hands pushing her skirt back up her thick thighs. Rarity scoffed, Cadence helped her up with a magical hand. “Oopsies! I’m okay. Though I think I could use a good night’s sleep, really really really bad, Candy.”

“Who told you-” she gulped, blushing crimson. Best not question her pinkness. “You okay with the tots for the night, auntie Pinkie Pie?”

***

At the boutique, Cadence followed the shorter unicorn inside, both baffled to see a topless mare facing away, orange muscular back to them both. She spun around, hair in a bun, holding something lacy to her chest. “CADENCE! A-and Rarity!” She beamed, smiling as awkward as possible. “Um, howdy, I was just-”

“She wanted to look nice for a surprise, I thought you were gonna be out til late!”

“Sweetie, I said no such thing! What are you two doing?!” Rarity shouted, hands on her hips, fury boiling off her like steam. Cadence held her tongue, eyes wide, meeting Sweetie Belle’s equally big green eyes.

Applejack plucked a flannel shirt off a changing blind and went behind it, making herself decent while the teen shrank into the wallpaper. “We were just planning a little holiday surprise is all, Rarity, ain’t nothin weird!” she chuckled, her voice lacking that defensive edge when Cadence had met her days ago. Cadence had looked at her freckled face before she hid herself and was pleased to not see any hint of those awful bags.

“Bah!” Rarity scoffed, shifting her weight from one hip to the next. “Well… that’s very sweet of you!” she squeaked. “But I’m afraid I’m rather busy with the princess we, um-”

“Have a romantic date?!” her little sister squeaked, hopping up and down, making Cadence nod as her eyes followed. Then she shook herself out of the spell, smiling.

“No, Sweetie Belle, I’m afraid this is business, of sorts.” She bent down and put a hand on her shoulder. “It’s very sweet, but I’m straight, remember?”

“But Applebloom said you and Applejack-”

“NEVER YOU MIND a dang thing what she said, Sweetie!” AJ said, blushing as she hurried around the blinder and toward the door, the lacy top she had been toying with nowhere to be found. “Princess, Rares, y’all take care now, don’t listen to a word she says, by the by, uh, bye bye for now!” She beamed and tucked her hat low on her head and slipped out the door into the snowing afternoon Ponyville air.

All eyes panned from the door to Sweetie, slumping in place. “I’ll get my coat,” she sighed.

“We WILL talk later, young lady,” Rarity said maternally. “Now, excuse me, I’m feeling ravaged,” she yawned, fanning her face. “Shall we retire, princess? I’m eager to pull this wax strip off as quickly as possible.”

“Tell me EVERYTHING later!” she whispered to Sweetie Belle on their way upstairs, the teen giggling and hopping toward the door. Unsurprisingly, her little friends were waiting just outside, giggling and whispering energetically.

Rarity fell on her bed with a whimper. “That little harlot,” she whined, kicking off her cute boots.

“I think Sweetie was just helping AJ with a sexy little surprise for you,” she purred.

She sat up, ears perking. “Oh? No, not Sweetie, Applejack! Showing off for my little sister like that, the NERVE! She knows how I adore to feel her muscles flex under my fingers,” she exhaled, legs pressing together. “Aaah… Sometimes I could just CORE that Apple, princess, she’s so maddening.”

Cadence shrugged off her coat, and feeling quite warm, did the same with her fleece, now in just a thin tank top, her bra showing from under the thin, soft cotton. “Think we’ll see her in the dreams?” she asked, taking a seat at a drawing table in Rarity’s busy bedroom.

The unicorn rolled to a fetal position on her side, hugging a pillow. “I sincerely hope not,” she whispered, sniffing. “You know my nightmares are rather risque, correct?”

Cadence nodded. “Everyone’s have been. Horrible scenes of depravity, but don’t worry. It’s my field of expertise.”

Rarity sat up, pushing off her sunglasses to tumble onto the bed, her pillow in her clutches. She dug her chin in and sniffled again. “It’s awful, and they just keep getting worse!” she squeaked. “Have you ever seen a prostitute, princess?” she barely breathed, trembling.

She got up and moved to her side, stroking Rarity’s back. “Cadence is fine, Rarity,” she whispered. “And yes, yes I have. In a couple places, actually, it’s heartbreaking. Is that what you do in your dreams?”

The unicorn shook, nodded, and laid on Cadence sideways, accepting a warm embrace. “Every night is worse than the last. Deplorable stallions of ill repute spending mere bits to use me in horrible ways. What once was a sacred bond between my body and another’s is now a mere transaction of sin. They make me do just the WORST THINGS!” she wailed, burying her black streaked face in CAdence’s cleavage, sniffling. She sheepishly patted her head, stroking her soft violet mane, only to get her wrists pushed away with a gentle magical hand. “I just got it styled, darling, please,” she sobbed. “And they YANK on it!” she shrieked, bawling and smearing her mascara into Cadence’s fluffy cleavage.

She rolled her eyes and stroked her back more. “Don’t worry. We’ll get that bug bitch off your back together. Think you can fall asleep after all that coffee?”

Rarity nodded. “I just need to change, then I should be able to sleep. I won’t sleep much, if things follow suit, I’ve washed my sheets of cold sweat and-” she gulped. “My unwilling, ah, energy, every night this week,” she yawned yet again.

The princess stood and looked at her gray breasts. “I’ll get a towel and we’ll begin,” she said softly.

“What’s the towel for? Oh, dear, I see,” she sniffed, smiling. “Terribly sorry, I-”

“It’s not for that, it’s for my own energy. Let’s get settled in, Rarity.” She smiled and bit her lip, watching the unicorn smile and begin to strip.

“A little privacy?” she poshly quipped, making her blush and flip her ears back.

Candy couldn’t bring herself to try and explain that they would be seeing a lot more of one another than stripping down to pajamas. “O-of course!” She departed for the bathroom and cleaned up, got water, got a towel, and returned to find Rarity in purple silk sleepwear tucking herself in. Seated on her absorbent throne, Cadence closed her eyes and reached out with her magic tether, walking along a brilliantly lit balcony through the cosmos.

She was all smiles, wings unfurled as she hopped off the end into a foul smelling concrete jungle. Neon lights flanked her every step, and Cadence was overwhelmed with the trash smells and buzzing cars zipping by the midnight urban thoroughfare.

“Hey baby!” she heard some stallion call from a rolled down window, breaking Cadence out of her skyscraper watching stupor. The advertisements were all crude, loud, vividly lit, all brightly colored, beautyless offenses to her eyes. His vehicle was a marvel, self propelled on floating wheels, it was terrifying and confusing and she was so baffled, she failed to notice her outfit. She lit her horn, ready to blast his futuristic ride back to the stone age. “It’s cold outside, twenty bits says you wanna warm up with me!”

“As if!” she shouted back, hands on her hips, leaning down to see eye to eye. His gaze dipped to her cleavage, she ignored it. “Why don’t you keep on driving and leave me alone?!”

He laughed, fishing out a wad of paper bills. “Come on, bitch, get the fuck in, or else I get the cheaper pussy on the corner.”

Cadence looked down the cracked concrete sidewalk to see a shy white mare holding her elbows in either hand, failing to hide her body. She was more nude than clothed, with her short, colorful mane chopped to a punk-ish high mohawk-style. The neon green halter top showed her big, perky tits and her pencil thin waist, belly button pierced and bare for the city to see. Her hooves were stuffed into painfully tall heels, also that ugly neon green, with nothing but a big belt across her hips hiding her pussy, and it was failing badly. She could see those lips just like the plump green painted pillows frowning on her dolled up face.

Candy looked at the rear seat of the car, its blacked tint showing her own outfit wasn’t much better. She had coarse rose red fishnets drawn far too tight over her own big bust. She hid her stiff nipples and looked to see her ass was covered in nothing but denim short shorts, the pockets hanging free from her glorified panties, zipper split to show her clit, winking despite her disgust. She took a step, stumbling on shiny black high heeled boots that went nearly to her knees. “What the fuck, Rarity?” she sighed as the stallion cackled, driving on at her pace to the corner.

The unicorn was indeed Rarity, looking ready to break down crying as she tried to hide behind a stop sign. “Rares, let’s get out of here,” she sighed, flipping her mane, glad it was intact, even though it was dyed with black streaks. “We’ll get our clothes on and-”

“Candy!” she whimpered, shifting in her spot as the stallion waited on his answer. “We have to go with him, it’s the only way,” she sighed, biting her big lip.

“The fuck we do!” she snapped, glancing at him, groaning as he let his cock breathe, standing floppy from his lap, pulsing visibly even in the dim of his car. “You can’t afford either of us!” she shouted, turning up her nose.

“Ugly cunts anyway,” he sneered, his weird car zooming off.

Rarity sniffled. “My pimp is going to be mad.”

“Your pimp is made up, this is a dream, remember?” she said, pointing to the glowing rope swirling from her horn to a hole in the building above them. “Our dream. YOUR dream, baby, come on. Let’s go kick that bastard’s teeth in and get out of here.”

Rarity perked up, but her ears folded back and she sighed, staying put. “He won’t let me do that, I tried,” she whined, pulling her dangling bright green and blue bangs from her face. “He has control, a remote one. With a push of a button, I’m on my knees!” she whined.

Candy pinched the bridge of her muzzles, scratching her face with her long, fake black nails. “Let’s go see him.” She took Rarity’s hand and marched her off, getting a few concrete squares down the street, avoiding a mountain of trash bags. Another car stopped at the curb and rolled down the window, this one obviously more upscale. Longer in length, it had four windows along its side.

“HEY!” a stallion shouted with a surprising Canterlot accent. “I say, what in heaven’s name are you doing with my bottom bitch?!” Cigar smoke swirled from the rearmost window as he pulled up, certainly not driving. He had his cock free, too, rigid as a board, and when they came to his window, Rarity shied away from the sight of a filly of hopefully legal age making out with his absurdly thick flare, her wide blue hips swishing too and fro.

Cadence frowned and crossed her arms. “We’re not working for you anymore. Rarity is a free mare, and she’ll fuck and dress how she pleases.”

The posh pale stallion laughed, ashing in that pretty purple and blue ponytail mane, so much poof to it. “That, oh that’s rich, like me. Come along, now, I think we have a little training to do.” The door opened, and Cadence saw his entire right arm was metalic. He had his blazer off, in just a button down shirt of something like cream silk, the right sleeve rolled past the elbow to showcase the golden metal. His arm was smooth, but the inner joint showed a tangle of wires and tubes and hoses, reinforced with that same golden glint. The metal met his flesh and blood arm of a pale white color. Atop his smoking face stood a white horn with gold inlaid along the spiral, jutting from an expertly styled long mane that looked at home in a limo.

He scooted over and made the poor mare shuffle along. “Don’t make us wait, bitches,” he said, patting the cream leather seat he had occupied. He turned his palm up and made a come hither motion with two gold fingers, and to her shock, Rarity robotically obeyed, gasping and visibly resisting. Her legs had a mind of their own, and Cadence saw they weren’t all flesh, either, with a distinct yet subtle crease. The lines glowed with a pale blue color, like her vibrant eyes. Magic or technology, it didn’t matter. Rarity wasn’t whole.

Cadence’s magic picked the curvy little unicorn up and spun her around, then dunked the cigar in the stallion’s drink. “I won’t be repeating myself. Keep driving. Let her go, too, sleazebag.” The mare kissing his tip looked up, but her pretty pink eyes flicked away the moment they met Cadence’s. She saw the ashes of hope, she knew better than to get her hopes up.

The stallion made the motion again, and Rarity spun around, moving slowly by Cadence, climbing in, and she realized he was using magic himself. Candy resisted more, grunting as she poured all her might into the spell, wrenching her friend from her tormentor. “You’re quite the puritan, bitch. What, how’s a hundred bits sound to use those long legs and walk away? Two hundred to hop in, too?”

He made a fist and Rarity crumpled, screaming out, hands clutching her groin. She fell to her knees on the carpeted floor and panted hard, shaking, fingers coming away wet. “Don’t make me shock you again, bitch,” he said calmly, the mean name coming easy to him. “You know it hurts me as much as it hurts you. Tell your pretty pink friend to fuck off or play nice, I wouldn’t mind a tall bitch raking in some dough from those femdom microdicks, they have so much spare cash, you know.”

“What?! Stop! Fine, I’ll come along, just don’t do whatever that was!” Cadence dipped into the limo and helped Rarity up.

“No, no sitting on the seat, that’s for good girls, you know better,” he said, snapping her fingers. Rarity sank to the floor to sit on her side, looking away. “You, too, Pinks. Mm, I can’t wait to get your chip,” he moaned, it was a revolting sound. Cadence defiantly crossed her arms, back against the mini bar. Her eyes drank in the sights as they pulled off. The furniture was wood, which she hazarded to guess was a commodity in this electric age. If it weren’t for being in a prostitute’s uniform at the mercy of a unicorn who had her friend on a wireless leash, Cadence would have liked to explore this exotic world living in Rarity’s head. It would be an inspiration to her designer clothing if nothing else.

“Where are we going?” she snapped, horn glowing. She dropped the spell when Rarity shrieked sharply.

The stallion leaned forward and placed his ashy drink on a tray which immediately flipped to dispose of it into the forward compartment. Another drink and cigar were poured and lit for him by a floating little helper, electric in nature, no larger than a baseball. “We were going home, but now you’ve forced my hand. Rarity needs another upgrade, and I’ve got to pull your chip.”

“Chip? What the fuck are you talking about?” He waved his hand and Rarity screamed sharply, falling back against the poor filly, legs parting. She was either pissing herself or was wet as a river, it was hard to tell from the smell with the smoke in the air.

“Cadence, please,” Rarity whispered.

“Cadence, pretty name,” he purred. “We’ll get you another that the urbanites can call you. That can wait, bitch, for now, know that you’re in my world, and if you want Diamond to walk away from this night, you’ll do as I say.”

“Her NAME is RARITY!”

“Candy STOP!” she wailed, flopping onto her back, her spine arching as she surely came this time, spritzing the bastard’s car’s interior with her squirt, all over his navy blue slacks. She exhaled, shaking, all while the prick sat back and laughed, grunting softly as his huge dick flared up and spat some precum across the filly’s face. That teenage unicorn was back at work, gently stroking and nuzzling his agonizingly juicy looking cock.

She pushed her lips together, staring daggers up to him. “Diamond, tell your friend Candy to kindly shut the fuck up already.” He dragged on his cigar and blew it into the princess’s face. “I made her cum painfully hard, this time. Next time, there won’t be an orgasm. Just pain.”

She gulped and slumped back. Rarity was hostage, somehow, she still didn’t get it. Cadence wouldn’t wait long for her explanation, and it didn’t come from the magic pimp. She climbed out when ordered, resisting the urge to fry him with a magical blast as he hit the little unicorn backhand across the face for not making him cum before they reached their destination. Cadence climbed out first, wobbling on her tall heels, followed by a sticky Rarity, and last came the unicorn stallion. She didn’t care to learn his name. He ushered them along a pink neon lit alley into a seedy looking establishment. Puddles and trash were more common than dry, cracked concrete here. Cadence walked into a doorway to find a cluttered workshop of some sort with tools and electronics littering her vision. The only thing she knew about it was that the tiles were dirty and she didn’t want to be here.

“Stitches, meet my bitches,” he called out in his better-than-you accent.

A tall, lanky, and slimy unicorn with a greasy banana peel colored coat spun on a stool, long, sharp implements pointing from the end of his fingers. “Pimphand, you don’t gotta make that joke every single fucking time.”

“I don’t have to, I get to, doc. Now, no tuneup for Diamond, she’s squirting like a charm. This one though, Candy, she’s a new hire and there’s something wrong with her chip. I can’t make her cum with a wave of my hand,” he said, dragging his metallic fingers over Rarity’s round ass, making the mare wince.

The doc lit a cigarette and looked her up and down with a monocled eye, something lit up on the glass. “If she’s chipped, I ain’t seein it. Come on, Candy, up up.” He leaned over and patted a chair, fishing through little plastic drawers. She looked at Rarity. The two shared a glance, and Cadence resigned her fate.

“So, what does chipping mean? I’m not from around here.” she asked, brushing off the stained paper atop a clearly second hand doctor’s chair. Ugh, it's paper, doc, can’t you change it?! Cadence didn’t need to hop to get her ass on it, opting to lean rather than commit her weight to this disease spreading device.

The doctor, she applied the term loosely, gave her a look as if she had a cock instead of a horn on her head. “The fuck do you mean? Chip, your fucking microchip,” he said, tapping behind his ear and retrieving a thumbnail sized square shaped device. He promptly returned the thing to its slot in his head. “How you do business, buy and sell anything without paper cash, how you watch your funny cat videos and hardcore snuff porn, how you tell your augments what to fucking do, your chip. You’re a lot prettier than you are smart, you know that? Lie the fuck down.” He didn’t wait. His big hand, the one with the scary sharp things, laid on her collar bone and convinced her to lay back.

Bristling, she tried to fix her shorts, but the zipper was for show. There were no teeth she could join together to keep her pussy hidden, her clit was public. Cadence shivered and tried to count the white lights blinding her. At his push and pull on her horn, she tilted her head left, then right, gasping as he pulled a tiny pink square into her vision. She had one of those stupid things!

“Aftermarket, Germane? Nah, I don’t recognize it.” The doc took her chip, whatever that was, and popped it in a device on his table, staring at a screen to read the output. He slowly turned from his chair with a blank expression and looked at Cadence. A glance back told him, and a glance told her, that Pimpy was distracted making the little blue mare do tricks. The doc leaned in. “You’re not from around here. Where the fuck are you from? Your hardware is pure magic, no tech, I can’t read a single fucking byte.”

“I’m a princess, and I need to help Diamond get over her little pimp problem,” she whispered back. “I don’t know what, get her chip to not obey that asshole.”

The doctor leaned back, breathing in deep, eyes dragging down her perfectly exposed body. “Princess?” he nodded. “Like ancient history shit? Like Twicorp shit before they went corp?”

Cadence was lost as lost could be. “Yeah. Long story,” she lied, well, the story was long, but she was letting him lie for her. “Give me a link to her, or whatever, I’ll get you a hookup. We’ll iron it out later. Deal?”

The Doc pretended to type at his computer, then came back to focus on her, the both of them ignoring the pimp burying his “bone” in his “good girl”. The doctor put out his cigarette and lit another, hands shaking, sweat glistening with fresh sweat. “New name, new identity, and a fuckin transfer with at least seven fucking zeros.”

“Pennies, done. Give Diamond exclusive control to me.”

The doctor blew smoke in her face. “Got any proof? You’re not fulla shit?”

“The fucking chip is proof enough, asshole!” she whispered calmly. She took a breath, both of them snapping to when the pimp shouted out, creaming that poor blue unicorn in her cute little pussy.

“Aaaaaaatta girl. What’s up, doc?!” he shouted, wiping his glazed cock with the whimpering, smiling filly’s ponytail.

“Toldya not to use that one, neither,” the slimeball sneered, spinning in his seat. “She’s got an aftermarket chip, gonna need to plug her in to your vertical girl, shouldn’t take more than a bit. Was gonna say make yourself at home, but you’re already there, I see.”

The pimp put his package away, and what a package. Cadence would have liked to fuck him, well, wouldn’t have hated the physical part. He was an asshole, after all. “Ah, what do I pay you for, Stitch? Doctor knows best, how could I not trust you after all the good work you’ve done?” he asked in a low, slow whisper, that golden hand gripping his shoulder too tight.

“Yep, top notch work, that’s me, Pimpy! Easy, you’re overstressin the motors,” he choked, tapping on the hand.

“You’re so full of shit,” the tall pimp laughed, letting him go. “Five minutes? Two?”

“Ten, maybe more, nonstandard hardware is tricky like that, boss. Get a beer, get cozy. Diamond, if you’ll assume the position, please.”

“Go gettem, bitch,” the pimp said, spanking her so hard her hooves left the sticky floor. He snapped his fingers, making the girl laying on her back roll to her knees. She walked like a dog with him to the next room. Rarity whined and sauntered to sit between Cadence and the doc, plugging herself in with a cable that stretched from the tower-device on his desk to her head. Cadence let herself be plugged in as well, her vision going mostly dark.

A dark blue box appeared in her vision, along with a message. “Be wary of her thralls, Cadenza.” The text blinked for only for a moment, a moon shape in the corner like a company watermark.

She blinked and the box was gone, replaced by a nauseating neon green. “Robronco: Galloping Into the Future!” Candy rolled her eyes. Maybe it was Rarity that needed to lay off the comics.

“Diamond, your pink friend and I worked out a deal and I need you both to play it cool.” He typed in a flurry, boxes of text scrawled in her vision so fast Cadence had no chance to read. Big words caught her eye, sequence, attachment, matrix, but that was about it. “You ain’t gonna work for him no more, you’re gonna work for her, now don’t ask any questions, just fucking roll with it, this is my meal ticket, too. You two are gonna go with him, you’re gonna play nice, you’re gonna pretend he still pulls the strings, that goes for you, too, princess, got that?”

She nodded. “Mmhm!”

“Doubt it, but it’s your ass in the limo. I’ll be halfway outa Californeigh by then. Play cool, and remember: his hand ain’t invincible. Get it cold, I mean cold cold, not a bucket of ice, a bucket of liquid damn nitrogen. The hoses will be brittle, break them, freeze the oil in his hydraulics and make ‘em go night night, he’s got a limp wrist. As for the magic horn, thats all him, good fuckin luck. Play along til you get an opening. Once he’s snoozing after fucking that nice twat of yours or whatever, get him too drunk, I dunno, don’t care. If I was you,” he said, slapping a final key and spinning to them. The text stopped. “I’d slit his fucking neck. Bastard deserves it.”

Cadence opened her mouth to speak, but gasped with surprise instead. “Ya know, doc,” the pimp shouted from the doorway, leaning on the frame. “You have wonderful taste in takeout. I helped myself.”

“That was my damn dinner!” The doctor shouted back, slumping in his spot as the stallion used chopsticks to lift steamy, oily looking noodles from a square carton to his mouth. “Ah, fuck it. I’ll get some more. Gonna pay me this time, big guy?”

Chewing, the stallion advanced, walking with a saunter, his pet shuffling along, looking distant. “Oh, what the hell, you just helped diversify my fat pink assets after all. Here.” He snapped his fingers, the doctor looked at the floor for a moment.

“That’s a fair price, I’ll take it.” He went back to typing on his keyboard, and Cadence saw a box popup. “Diamond’s Operating Manual Read Me.txt”. Cadence looked at the box in the corner of her vision and went wide eyed at the sheet of paper in her vision like a ghost.

Diamond was a fully autonomous cybernetic sex machine, with, according to the table of contents, twenty pages of how-to’s. Cadence let Rarity listen into the conversation, catching snippets as she speedread, picking out the important seeming bits. Motion activated augments, yes, that made sense. Self lubricating, massaging, vibrating, squeezing, cleaning, and electrostimulating vagina, stretchable and variable from half to forty inches-”Forty?!” she mouthed, looking at Rarity in her periphery who blushed and flopped her ears back, smiling sheepishly. Blah blah blah, centrifugal cardiac motivator, blah blah blah accelerated neuro-blah, offensive subdermal blades? Okay, when she got the hang of the whole dreamwalking thing, she HAD to drag Rainbow here. The little nympho adrenaline junkie would go nuts! Cadence stopped scrolling when she got to the in depth of her sex. Her modular pussy was hydraulic, with a lot of hooves of force, whatever that meant, but the number seemed like a lot. She hatched a wicked idea.

“Doc?” she piped up, touching his arm, making him look up from his typing. “What would it take to get a few augments myself? Diamond’s got her magic pussy, I’d love to get one of my very own.”

The pimp threw the half empty carton on the ground. “Dig in, Amethyst, happy birthday. Candy, want a magic cunt like my bottom bitch?” he said, pouring on the patronization. “You haven’t even proven your own flesh is worth a bit!”

“Don’t you want to maximize your profit potential?” she asked, pouring on her own seductive charm to counter the bastard. Stupid box of text, fuck off! Cadence saw an X in the corner of her vision and off it fucked.

He sat on the edge of the desk and drummed his metallic fingers on his opposite forearm. “Hmm. If it doesn’t take too long, we have a date, and you better be ready to fuck. Doc?”

“Twenty minutes and I’ll finally have a use for the new model fresh from Neighpon that was getting ready to collect dust in my secret stache,” he said, smirking, looking with a knowing eye at the mare. “With that last software update, it’ll pop in like a bullet in the chamber.”

“I could use a drink,” the tall stallion said. It took every ounce of will for Cadence not to swat his hand away as his cold metal fingers traced her half exposed lips, diving into the snug denim to feel her warm flesh. Her body was ready, betraying her, though she was hot more than not lately. “Install it. I’ll pay you in full as soon as she wakes up.”

“Cadence,” whispered Rarity at her side, flinching when the pimp stood on his hooves between them. “Candy, I mean. Are you sure you want this?” she asked, eyes wet, worry plastered on her face.

She giggled, feigning mindless eagerness. “Of course. After my little checkup, I just wanna make some lucky stallion very happy, and my favorite daddy super duper rich. And though I could do it all on my own, having a little boost seems like so much fun! I’m just super jealous, Diamond.”

“Oh, baby, you’re trying to compete with my little cumslut, aren’t you?” he snarled, tucking a pair of hard fingers inside. Cadence hissed, eyes fluttering as he attacked her g-spot, back arching on its own. Bastard or not, his fingers were fantastic, firm as steel pushing into her cum-button.

“Ah! Oh yes sir!” she whined, shivering, giggling with all the cheerleader energy she could muster. She was so wet, it wasn’t all that hard.

“Alright, whenever you’re done playing, boss,” the doctor said, standing and walking to the wall. A dirty, cracked tile was pushed aside, and a hidden shelf opened down on hidden hinges. A strange not quite wood not quite metal container about as big as a shoe box floated in his yellow magic. “I’ll kill your power, shut you down and get you kitted up, kitten, piece of cake to bake a pretty cake.”

Cadence wished she knew what was happening. She blinked, then she was awake, and to her horror, Rarity was put to work pleasing her master. She was moaning, tail in his metal fist, her cutie marks wobbling as she pushed off the wall into her owner. Cadence sat up and felt perfectly fine, more than fine, she was on fire! Her pussy was desperate, she saw, moaning, touching the bright, tender flesh of her navel. She had a telltale blue outline around her abdominal muscles, and she knew that her pussy was no longer her own flesh and blood, not entirely. She spread her lips and saw her winking twat clench tight, drooling fragrant juice. She touched her hot pussy and licked her finger. “Strawberry?”

“Diamond’s got blueberry, you two would make one hell of a jam together,” the sleazy surgeon smiled. “Give her a finger, tell me those slant eyed ponies don’t make a damn fine pussy.”

His incredibly racist comment aside, they indeed knew how to manufacture a mare’s holiest piece. She slid a finger to her cervix and felt her entire vagina squeeze gently, stroking up and down. Were her finger a cock, she was sure she’d be near ready to burst a nice, hot load already. She swallowed and braced herself, then gave her kegel muscles a test. “AH!” she squeaked, selling it as a moan of pleasure, pretending she hadn’t just clamped painfully tight on her own finger. “Well, no complaints here,” she purred, winking at the doctor. “Is it even stronger than Diamond’s, doc?”

He nodded. “Newest model for the fetish freaks. They’re all hung like a field mouse in a blizzard over there, even the pinkies are gonna love ya,” he said, sticking out his little finger and curling it. “Good thing, too, they’re the loneliest, pay a pretty penny to rent a twat like yours. Wanna check my work big guy?”

“Fucking done yet?” he sneered, his accent hoity toity even hilting inside Rarity. He pulled out, cock soaked, flare wide, leaving Rarity gaping for a moment before her tailor made pussy tightened back up. She mopped her messy mane back and looked up, not entirely pleasureless. “Sure, just stay spread, Candy, daddy’s gonna try you out.”

Cadence gulped, eye flicking to the corner of her vision. Odd characters lit up her screen-sight, a text box opened up. She was worried the odd foreign text would render her owner’s manual useless, but the text changed as she scrolled down, finding the specifications in Ponish soon enough. Yep, those numbers were bigger alright-”Aaaah!” she sang, smiling, sighing as her wet slit was stuffed with a massive member. She laid back, letting her full breasts be groped by this awful asshole. Still, he had a juicy dick. She let him stuff her, smiling, focusing her muscles and squeezing as lightly as she could, glad to see him shiver and stutter. “Ah ah ah, daddy,” she giggled, legs curling about his half-clothed waist. “I don’t want a mess, pour that hot seed in me.” She licked her teeth and closed the text box, beaming as he laid on her, muzzle in his neck sucking hard as he blasted inside. His cum was hot, and the load was far from small. She shook, orgasming from her fake pussy, squirting all over his lap, she had never been this quick to spray before!

“S-sold,” he sighed, waving two fingers over his shoulder. Cadence watched the doctor’s eyes glow with an internal light, she figured that he paid him again and he was seeing the transaction on a pop up screen, or something.

“Should make you fuck in my office more. That covers the cleaning fee, too, I think.”

“Amethyst is on it. Bitch, clean your new older sister up, she’s got a date with a senator tonight.” The stallion fell free completely limp. She had done a fine job milking him.

Mister Pimp pulled out and left Cadence gaped and creamy. The little blue mare’s tongue made her giggle, tickling her steamy little pussy. Candy let her creampie get mopped clean, not caring about that pretty teen gagging as she guzzled a nice, thick load from her hot pussy.

“Why, princess?” Rarity whispered in her ear.

Cadence giggled and looked up. “You’ll see. Your horn still work?” Rarity nodded. “Know a good freeze spell?”

“It’s how I chill the wine and whiskey,” she whispered back, a coy smile on her face. “Have to really dial back.”

“Then wait for the signal, you’ll know when.”

“Chop chop, ladies, time is fucking, and fucking is money.” He snapped her fingers, and Rarity was going for an acting award as she snapped to attention, marching off behind him, shivering as if she had a miniature orgasm. Cadence didn’t have to act, the little blue wonder squeaked on her clit, making her squirt a little sudden orgasm. She hopped to her hooves and had to brace on the operating table, panting as she got her balance back. Candy pulled her denim panties up in record time, hustling to catch up. She strutted along, mind racing with fantasies of riding stallions of every caste for pennies to millions, tail whipping the little unicorn in the face.

Reality sank back in as she climbed into the limo, taking her seat under the brute’s metal arm, Rarity under his other, the poor little blue bitch wearing her knees even more ragged as she curled in a ball between his hooves. Cadence purred, stroking his chest, getting ignored as he talked to himself. “Heeey, Gold Stein! Still on for our date tonight?” His pupils were glowing, and Cadence gathered that whoever he was talking to wasn’t there, perhaps the technologic magic was letting him speak to the stranger far away. “Better. Got a top of the line doll for you this time, tall, tight as a fucking vice, total freak. If you liked Diamond, you’ll go gaga for Candy. Oh yeah. She’ll do everything you want and more, and you’ll consider passing our little bill, right?” He nodded on as the limo passed into the dizzying hive of the city center. Despite it being midnight, the clock in her vision said so, Cadence saw throngs of ponies and other folk busying the city streets. Vehicles choked the thoroughfare, though it was the last thing on the stallion’s mind. “I say, that’s not very gentlecoltly of you, my dear elected representative. Me and my own have bent over backward, the sluts literally, catering to your depraved desires. Would be a shame if the net saw you in that ladies underwear with a strapon up your-” he stopped, his hawkish grin souring, Cadence thanked whatever higher power intervened to pause his dialogue. “Then all you gotta do is sign the god damn encyclopedia sized bill, you corrupt piece of shit,” he snarled. “You’ll get your pussy. I’ll keep your secret. Our friends in Canterlot and Neigh City alike will keep their desks occupied and their pockets full.”

He slumped back, smiling that shit eating grin. She looked at Rarity, getting a smile. “It’s gonna be okay,” Cadence whispered, getting a nod. She giggled girlishly as a metal hand patted her cutie mark, half hidden by her blue shorts.

“Good news and bad news, bitches,” he said, magically tugging his expensive looking tie tight. “Good news, you won’t have to touch that fat fuck tonight, he’s doing what politicians do while south of the border, don’t ask and I won’t have to tell,” he sneered, giving an exagerated shiver. “I almost feel sorry for you idiots, I wouldn’t touch him with an electrified pole. Bad news, well, for you, we’ve got another playdate. Prick wants his friends to get their pricks wet, so we’re gonna pop in and have ourselves a good, profitable time, doesn’t that sound lovely?”

The limo pulled into a garage under the tallest looking building, Cadence thought it was, anyway. She climbed out, they left Amethyst behind, lucky her. High heeled shoes clacked on concrete, and they went into an elevator guarded by a stallion with a jaw wider than Cadence’s waist. She was worried she had missed her shot in the operating room. Her magic pussy was her first and last idea. “You’re not gonna leave me all alone with strangers, are you, daddy?” she whispered, blinking at him, wishing she didn’t have heels and could look up at the awful stallion, now eye to eye.

“Well, I suppose I could play with my pets, but not before the nice stallions upstairs get a chance. I’m still reloading, little bitch,” he whispered, his metal thumb tugging her big bottom lip down. “Oh, fuck me. Diamond, makeup, quickly, get the two of you dolled up. Why didn’t you do it in the fucking car, idiot?”

He reached into his coat, past a mean looking little gun, and pushed a small black box to Rarity’s big tits. The unicorn magically opened it and lined her lips, looking in the little mirror. Cadence helped herself, cheek on Rarity’s to share the tiny mirror. If they weren’t streetwalking whores, this might be fun.

Cadence couldn’t lie to herself, this was sort of fun! She smiled and doubled up her eyeliner, giving herself playful, slutty wings, Rarity opting for a more Pharoah gutterslut look. They were caricatures of whores in the mirror. “Fucking incredible,” he said as the number above the elevator read three digits, and she felt a little weightless as the number rested on 147. The makeup went back into his suit jacket and off the three walked.

The elevator opened to a penthouse more lavish than she’d ever seen. Two waterfalls fell from a balcony flanked by staircases. In the center of the circular room was a red carpeted recessed lounge, a massive gem for a table. On the jewel’s cut surface lay powder in thick lines. Cadence looked to Rarity, the unicorn’s nostrils already twitching. “I’ve never done drugs before,” she hissed, wings unfurling, heels no longer clicking as they walked on carpet.

“Shut up, bitches. Party’s here!” the pimp shouted, snapping her fingers. Rarity fell to her knees, wailing, Cadence clutched her thick, soft thighs and shook, falling over her, giggling at the fun of acting. She tossed her mane as a thin pegasus colt took her hand and helped her up, while another earth pony stallion who didn’t look much heavier got Rarity on her wobbly hooves. “I always forget that happens,” he laughed, lying. “Hugo, Candy, Candy, Hugo,” he said. His finger went around the room. “Trunnion, Bolt, Zap, Blue, Two, Applesauce,” he droned on, pointing at stallions in ill fitting and cheap looking suits. She didn’t bother to memorize any names, she doubted he even knew. He elbowed a stallion, fingers rubbing with his thumb, but he was ignored.

The two mares were sat at the giant gem table, and Cadence could see behind the little lounge was a bar, with a balcony beyond. There was more she couldn’t see, and she was sure there was a palace worth of rooms and halls of the same shiny black stone, a far cry from the slums where they had started. Cadence wasn’t sure if this was better than the twenty bits in an alley she had refused, though it was pointless to worry.

“Hey, babe, nice to meet you,” a young colt said, his gold eyes and his white hands were on her body. She sat up into the petting as Rarity shied away from two more touching her, prying her legs open. “Want a drink?”

“I’d love one!” she chirped, beaming, batting her eyelashes. “You’re cute,” she giggled, fingers tracing his jaw. She gasped and smiled as a martini glass was levitated to her. “Such service,” she purred. Her own magic took the drink. She sipped, moaning, it was really good, whatever it was, the booze biting at her throat. Cadence gulped it back and sighed, letting another colt take it away, accepting and downing a second. For this many stallions, a little loosening up would go a long way.

“Damn, bitch,” he laughed, pulling her onto his lap. Her wide hips covered his lap entirely.

Cadence swished left and right as she leaned back, her little hands putting his palms on her big, soft, motherly breasts. “I was thirsty,” she giggled.

“That fucking doc works wonders,” the pimp sighed, shaking his head. “Now a good time?” he asked a tall stallion in a turtleneck. They both walked away into a side room, one she wanted in badly. Hopefully he’d take his coat off, he’d be easier to deal with unarmed, she was ready with her crystaling spell. Cadence relaxed, moaning, a loose eye showing Rarity was offered a little powdered mirror. She turned back to see she, too, was being generously given the chance to snort her way to happiness. She was, however, surprised to have her coke laid along a firm, pulsing, veiny cock.

She breathed hard, shaking a bit, more nervous of doing narcotics than snorting along a stallion’s hot member. This was a dream, she reminded herself, and put her muzzle on his flat tummy. Cadence sighed out and kissed her way down, drinking in his natural, stallionly smell, stopping at the base of his cock. These weren’t the workhorses in the barn, but they still smelled wonderful. She poshly put a finger over one nostril, then began to inhale fast and deep, walking up his long shaft. She immediately coughed from the powder smacking into her sinuses. There was nothing but an annoying tickle from her nose fighting the dust invading her nasal passage, but the rush came soon after like a crushing kick to her brain. Cadence shouted and sat back. Her wings unfurled, her body lit up like a bonfire. Her heart thundered in her chest. She hyperventilated, snorting and coughing as the rush just kept hitting her, not to mention the smell of stallion riding on the wave, making her clit wink hard against the lip of her denim panties. “AaaaAAAAH!” she wailed and arched her back, a dozen stallions laughing and touching her.

She opened her eyes to find a heat all around her head. Four stallions had teamed up to blanket her face in dick. She realized that the powdered shaft was right in front of her, so she kept on snorting, beaming as she bathed in the warmth of so many fat cocks. His dick was in her mouth next, moaning and slurping the dry powder, swallowing the seas of spit her mouth made to dilute the chalky stuff. It didn’t taste good, though she mostly just tasted fresh dick. She cupped one stallion’s balls and began to stroke another shaft, diving hooves first into the depravity.

Rarity was suffering a similar scene, she couldn’t keep the colts off her like she could Applejack, well, mosty. Cadence did her damndest anyway, getting to the carpet and doing her duty on her knees. She lost track of who was who, gagging and throating as loud and hard as she could, full of energy. It was the Las Pegasus’ high school locker room all over again, she giggled, picturing the stains on her cheerleader outfit that never did come out.

“Here, bitch, spit in this. Fuck, you’re such a freak!” She had her horn pulled hard, she nearly lost her drinks at the brutal throat-fucking, lungs burning, she was forced to push her muzzle in his rough pubic fur for an hour, she was sure of it. But she was let up, rasping and coughing and sucking ragged breaths. Cadence held whatever she was given, gladly spitting up sheets of slimy spit into what seemed to be a dog bowl. She sat back on her haunches, a glimpse showing Rarity was left to the runts, everyone wanted a piece of Candy. She beamed with pride, looking up at a dozen stroking stallions. Someone even had a camera.

This wasn’t a little group fuck in the home team’s locker room, this was a gangbang porno! She was smiling ear to ear, gladly getting on her knees, face in her new dish. She whined, wobbling her ass, letting someone pour baby oil all over her cutie marks, soaking her shorts. Cadence rolled her hips up and down, giving them all a show as her ass glistened. Hands rubbed it in, at least four, up and down her back and thighs and around to molest her big chest. Eventually she was nude, save her cute fishnets squeezing her soft tits. She looked up when someone gripped her horn and fed her some more flare, leaking delicious, slimy precum. She sank down to the base, gagging loud as she could, back arching when someone filled her pussy. Cadence was in heaven, rocking back and forth like a saw, throating and hilting studs in front and behind. She wasn’t sad when she was ordered to spit her cum out, looking up, tongue drooling frothy milky cream into her bowl. She frantically slurped it up and spat it out again, giggling, magic tugging her big, sexy hair out of her face. She even kissed at the camera before her next lover filled her throat.

The fun didn’t stop. She got a warning with a lubed up finger diving up her ass, the next stud wanted her backdoor and Cadence couldn’t say no- she was busy choking. He wasn’t too big, thank goodness, though she was almost sad he didn’t last more than a minute. She groaned and smiled, this load coming to land on her happy, messy face.

Time got away from her, she was so distracted that when a little text box popped up in her vision, she only wanted it to go away. “I’m getting called to the private room with you know who. I need your help, Candy.”

Candy’s eyes fell from the camera, tongue still out as she masturbated another stud, flaring, seconds from firing. Rarity was on her hooves, dabbing her face clean, fixing her makeup. Cadence heard the pimp shout out in his well-to-do accent, though there was so much commotion, she couldn’t make out what he was saying, nor was she able to focus enough to send a wireless message back. Rarity really needed a tutorial with her weird dreams! She just looked up when the first hard grunts came, catching load number four, or six, maybe, on her tongue.

Cadence felt empty, all holes throbbing and aching. She slumped onto her side, giggling, looking at the half full dog dish. The sperm was frothy, white strands swam in snotty soup, she could smell her saliva and all the spunk. It was disgusting. She lifted the bowl and smiled at the stallion with his glazed cock dangling down, camera in his hand. “Was I a good girl?” she said, voice hoarse. Cadence beamed and rocked her head to and fro, giggling.

“Oh you’re a little freak, bitch, drink up, baby.”

“Mmm, yes sir, I’m such a good girl,” she whispered, licking her full lips, lipstick long mopped from her smile. She lifted the plastic bowl to her mouth and inhaled slowly through her lips, she could feel the warmth. The soupy cream filled her mouth, it clung to her teeth, a few hairs tickled her cheeks and tongue. She closed her eyes and held her breath, forcing the awful mix down. She sighed out, showing her throat like she knew they liked, then gulped again, listening to the groans of the guys that hadn't excused themselves. It took six difficult swallows, the gunk was so nasty, the flavor lingered. Her tummy was moving on its own, she gagged a few times, but after a burp, she was pretty confident it was going to stay down. Fairly confident. She slumped back, still shaking. It was a fast burn, she was sore, but Candy won. They were spent, and she could take another after a break.

“Want another drink, baby?” a stallion said, offering her a towel. She took it and began to pat herself dry.

“Oh, no thank you,” she replied, lurching and gagging again. “I’m full.” The stallions had a laugh at her, she smiled as a couple used her hair to wipe their wet cocks. She looked up when someone with a pale hand reached down. It was the first stallion who helped her up after her fake orgasm. The past five hours, according to the clock in her head, had zipped by. Cadence got to her hooves and tugged her booty shorts up. She yelped at a wet, warm touch to her wet, sore pussy, it was a mare she didn’t recognize. “Thank you boys, I gotta go say hi to daddy, then I’ll be back to hang out,” Cadence purred, giving them a wink. She could almost see them all fall over. “Ah, that’s very kind of you, miss,” she whispered, hand on her mane. She was an adorable little yellow number with long blue hair with surprisingly massive, soft tits. Cadence held her horn, flexing her kegels to help push out all the hot cum locked in her little slit, magic tugging the denim mostly out of the way. She was sore, but the unicorn kept on finding more cum in her pussy and swallowing it down. She seemed pleasured, whoever she was, so Cadence let her go until she was clean, and her pussy was hot and bothered all over again. She finally pushed her off, giving her a sweet kiss as thank you, getting a sour taste of that raw spunk and her sweet little pussy. The soreness was beginning to fade, but that lovely, annoying ache still lingered in a significant capacity. Fake or not, her cunt felt real to her.

Cadence found the room spinning, but a princess was made out of tougher stuff. She had never tried coke before, but she found her dizziness worrying. Was this what it was like to come down? A cool drink of something strong later and the room was slowing its spinning enough for her to work.

Candy looked at her lap. Her denim panties were absolutely saturated. She stripped them off and helped her effectively nude self to the conference room, she thought it was, anyway, and walked on in. Rarity, the pimp, and the tall earth pony in the turtleneck were inside the long room. Windows overlooked the outside, the first pinks of dawn were showing against the half shut blinds. Skyscrapers and flying vehicles and neon signs dominated even the dawn skyline of this city. Inside the dark room, likely fake plants and tacky art lined the walls, all of the pictures were thoughtless modern swirls and colors that conveyed no particular emotion. Mister pimp sat with his back to the door on a black sofa, a gorgeous little violet maned white unicorn riding his lap, white tits in his face. She had her sex face on, he wasn’t small. Their eyes met, and to Rarity’s credit, she didn’t react. The other stallion was just closing a briefcase, in a leather chair facing to Cadence’s left. The princess shut the door behind her and clicked the lock.

“What’s up, Candy?” the pimp said without looking back. “I don’t remember inviting you back here, daddy’s busy.”

“I got bored,” she said as bratty as she could. “Daddy’s friends got tired too fast.” Her hooves took her around the couch and sat at his side, eyes cataloging what was on the table. A tall stack of boxes stood two feet high, each big as wedding ring holders, with little labels that she couldn’t quite read. Surely they were a token of this odd futuristic fantasy, no doubt worth a lot of money. Next to it was a pair of pistols. Both stallions disarmed in a show of mutual respect, or so she assumed. “Can I ride next?” she purred, stroking his chest.

“Ah, sure, since Father Virgin over here doesn’t want any pussy. You done yet, bitch?” he snarled, cracking his metal hand on that white ass. Candy was one part jealous, three parts not. Rarity let out a howling scream and leaned back, whimpering, nodding. The red handprint over her three blue diamonds was growing black and blue.

“Yes, daddy,” she squealed. With her clit kissing his coarse blue pubes, Rarity’s flat tummy had a delicious little bulge. Father Virgin didn’t want any pussy? Cadence hummed to herself, thinking fast as Rarity climbed off with a gasp, a gape, and a dribble all over his lap.

The pimp slapped his thigh. “Reverse cowgirl, even though your tits are better.” Cadence gave Rarity a posh kiss on the cheek and took her place, straddling her boss. The unicorn sat back, her face was hard to read, was she jealous with her ears flopped back?

She put her pussy on his wet flare and sighed as she sat slowly, filling herself with the biggest dick on the entire floor. She pushed herself down, forcing her durable, yet delicately soft pussy down around that fuckpole. It stretched her out so much, she could even see her own flat belly sporting a round little hill. “Shit!” she exhaled, shaking a little, hand on her belly. “So big!” There was little acting as she sat back, her big soft breasts getting groped hard. She clamped her eyes as Rarity curled up beside them, then began to ride. Her hooves on the floor, she put her palms on the cushions and began to push her hips up and drop them, making his shaft aim forward. She got herself accustomed to the warmed up stud, groaning hard as he bit her shoulder, making her wings unfurl. She swallowed and summoned her focus.

“Rarity?” she thought as loud as she could. “Can you hear me?” She opened her eyes and saw a box with text upon it, her exact words, with a blinking line at the bottom. “Fuck!” That message was sent, too, making her bite her lip to mute a giggle.

“Yes, darling, are you ready? What’s the plan?” Rarity laid her head on the pimp’s right shoulder as he began to buck his own hips, giving that pink butt a sharp slap from his metal hand.

“Ow! Bastard. When he cums, I’ll clamp down, you freeze his hand. Can you use one of those guns to take out Father Virgin?” It finally crossed her buzzed mind that that might not be his real name.

“His name is Killing Time, and yes, but I’ve never shot anyone!” Cadence arched her back and sang a harsh moan through her teeth, this fucker was fucking hung!

She gasped when his metal fist gripped his neck. No! Rarity couldn’t freeze his hand if it was on her like this! But he was screaming through clenched teeth now, and she could feel that flare! Cadence sat hard, pussy quivering, half clamping, half on its own. “It’s your dream! These ponies aren’t real, just-”

“Now, darling, don’t worry.”

So much for a plan. Cadence closed one eye and found the menu, sort of, thing, and deliberately clenched her hydraulic kegel muscles as tight as she could, squeezing that massive cock in her stretched little pussy painfully tight. The stallion inside her howled out with a new kind of sound. His fist opened instead of tightened, yanked away with sparkling blue magic. Cadence looked at the stallion in the chair diagonal to her. Then she leaned forward to shoot her hand out for a weapon. The stallion moved faster.

Her hoof kicked out and met his fingers badly, an awful meaty impact had him shouting and yanking his grizzly fist away, his pointer finger at an awful angle she didn’t like to think about. Her leg curled and brought the bigger gun clattering to the floor. He was reaching out with his other hand, and her hoof lashed out again, this time getting yanked. Her body sat hard on that shaft to lift her other leg and scoop the second pistol toward her. His yanking on her one leg dragged her and the screaming pimp forward just enough for her other hoof to reach. Candy kicked out to shovel the other gun toward her, but Rarity was throwing her magic into the frantic, uncoordinated scramble. She gasped when it was lifted into the air with blue magic and dropped into a dainty pale hand.

“Not a muscle, creep,” Rarity snarled, sniffling, not looking when she held mister Pimp’s wrist in her icy grip. He grunted and struggled, but was too distracted getting his pride squeezed in a vice to truly fight. Frost formed on his fingertips, then the palm and thumb, finally even the back of his hand was pale with frozen moisture. A hiss came out, making Cadence flinch, her side chilled by a spray of something icy and wet. His fingers curled up tight like a dead spider’s legs, hoses sticking out of his wrist like rotting tree trunks from a frozen mire, hollow and useless. She wiped at her side to see the brittle lines of tendons and hydraulics were snapping one by one, she relaxed and stood.

That little clamp and hours of sex and drugs had taken their toll. Cadence stumbled forward, knocking their plastic fortune all over the floor. She palmed the carpet until she found the chrome gun, lifting it with a grunt, the thing was huge as her head, and fucking heavy! With her tits on the table, ass in the air, she added her own barrel to keep the snarling stallion holding one hand in the other from advancing. “Make my fucking day!” she whimpered, mopping her bangs out of her face. She could feel the molten seed pouring out of her aching sore pussy and all over her thighs. “Take a seat, that’s a good boy,” she said, panting hard, standing tall, using two hands to hold the weapon.

“His horn!” Cadence gasped and saw the barrel of the gun lifting in a glow of the pimp’s magic. She snapped her gaze to him and pictured Sombra’s O-face. Dammit, girl, think about something besides sex! She whipped her gaze, seeing the spiral grooves of the barrel looking back at her, and focussed. Her hands were nothing to the strength of his magic. Cadence welled energy in her horn and closed her eyes, picturing those black crystals. The spell was fresh in her memory, Twilight had insisted in practice with it. She opened her eyes and shrieked when something loud rang out, making her ears ring.

The princess opened her eyes to see the stallion scrambling, laying on his side, clutching his horn. “Woah!” The gun’s weight dragged her down, she had to take a half step forward to not fall over. She looked at the pimp sitting up again, black crystals stuck on his horn like rock candy. “I did it! Take that, you bastard!” She smugly toted, cocking her hip and trying to spin the pistol on her finger, yelping when she dropped the heavy piece. It floated in her magical grip, much safer there.

The pimp was hyperventilating, both hands behind his head in Rarity’s magical grip. “Good thing we didn’t shoot, we don’t need any more boyfriends ruining the show.”

“That could have gone worse,” Cadence sighed, motioning for mister Virgin Time, or whoever, to sit on the floor. “Ah, on your hands, mister. I’ve got a few questions for the both of you.”

“Smart, for a mare-OW!” Cadence turned to the smart mouthed pimp just in time to see a little chrome handgun handle crashing across his jaw, then again. Even with Rarity’s slight frame, the weight of it bloodied his muzzle. “Maybe I had that coming, dear.” CRACK! “OW! Fucking bitch! Stop!” He spat out, something gold flying from his mouth to the floor. “Shoulda sold you like the fucking cattle you are-” CRACK!

“I can go all day, darling.” The unicorn was panting now. Rarity was fashioning a bit of cordage to tie his hands with her green belt. “BDSM trick of the trade,” she said, winking to the pink princess.

“Not bad, girl. Not bad.” She nudged the second stallion in the ribs with her hoof to sit on his ass, a glance at his finger told her it was definitely broken. “Sorry, cutie, allow me.” A bright blue magic cradled his finger and moved the bones into place, and to his credit, he only growled. A little flash and his fingers were good as new. Well, good enough, she never was much good at the healing spells. “Now mister Pimp, we have a couple of questions.”

“I thought I was supposed to shut up,” he snarled, spitting red on the floor.

“You were, now, you’re going to tell us what we know.” Cadence put her ass in the seat perpendicular to the sofa on which the bastard sat, where Murder Time had sat, then laid a hoof on the sitting stallion’s shoulder. “Not you, dear, you’ve been wonderful and we’re thrilled to have you.”

Rarity giggled and caressed that pale stallion’s jaw, making him recoil. “Who the fuck are you, bitch?”

“Your best wet dream.” She glanced to Rarity, who rolled her eyes. “I’ve been waiting to use that one, no? C’mon, your worst nightmare, your best- ugh, okay, nothing ventured. I’m Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, but you can call me Cadence. Candy is just my stage name,” she said, leaning forward, both hooves falling to the carpet. She plucked the leather coat off the little rack near the door with her magic and felt the pockets, jackpot. She floated a pack of smokes to herself. Even in the cyberfetish future, some things never change. “Horrible habit, thanks for supporting it.” She lit the expensive looking cigarette with her magic and exhaled into the air. “What's your name? Your real name, not the one you’ve given yourself.”

The stallion bit his bloodied lip and looked at his useless wrist. No longer frozen, the metal tendons were shattered, the hydraulic hoses ruptured. “Before the name change,” he sighed, leaning back, glaring over his right shoulder where Rarity was leaning. “I was Fancy Pants. Stupid name, really.”

“Oh my gosh!” Rarity gasped, flinching back, taking a step away. “Fancy?! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

He looked at her with a slimy frown, but his posture softened. “I just- maybe it was a subconscious desire awakened,” he said with a somber laugh. “I feel sober now, like this was all happening while I was blacked out drunk. Now I remember, it’s so odd, I’m so sorry.” He gulped and fidgeted, eyes on his limp cock. It looked fine, well, it looked gorgeous to the princess. Dream, he’s fine, he’s totally fine, she reminded herself.

“Something came into my bedroom one night and ripped my hand clean off with this- green fiery magic, I can’t describe it. I was knocked right out and awoke in the back of my limo. I just, sort of, knew I was a pussy peddler, agh, but now saying that seems- foul! I’m so sorry, even if you two did assault me. That hurt, you know, princess. I thought that was you.” Rarity magically undid his belt to let him paw at his flaccid cock lifting it, letting it drop. From where she sat, things seemed to be in working order.

“Are you alright, Fancy?” Rarity whispered, leaning over his shoulder.

He smiled. “Nothing but wounded pride, hope it won’t be sore when I wake up.”

“So you know it’s a dream?” Cadence asked, ashing on the floor.

The unicorn nodded. “Now I do. It’s like I woke up from a dream, odd idea as that is. I don’t suppose there’s some sort of irony, I never was good with literature.”

“That green magic,” Cadence said, idly stroking her fingers through the chocolate brown mane of the stallion sitting before her. He leaned into it, smiling. “Did you hear a voice? See its source?”

The unicorn put one hoof on his opposite knee, metal hand in his lap now. “I’m afraid not on the source. Though it was familiar, I swear, I could almost see Canterlot on the afternoon of your royal wedding, your highness. My sympathies for the whole ordeal before the wedding proper, your majesty.”

“Cadence, please,” she exhaled, blowing smoke into the air. “There's a good reason, it was changeling magic. Chrysalis has been attacking Rarity and her friends in their dreams. We even confirmed it with King Sombra. Long story,” she said, putting up her palm. “So that’s where we need all the information you have, Fancy.”

He looked away, tapping his chin with his good hand. Rarity took the massive leather jacket and pulled on the oversized thing to pretend to restore her modesty, a pointless gesture Cadence decided not to follow. “Well, now that I think of it, the news bulletins and advertisements around Neigh City have had lots of changeling motifs. The bug winged symbols, swiss cheese patterns in the signage.”

Cadence got up and looked out the window, and sure enough, the largest billboard was broadcasting an illuminated advertisement for horn cream, with the bottle showing that jagged changeling style. “Is she stupid, lazy, or playing with us?” she mumbled out loud.

Cadence turned around and put her half burnt cigarette out on the dirt of a fake plant. “I suppose it doesn’t matter. She knows these dreams, she knows I’m hunting her. So she knows I’m not afraid of that ugly bug butt!”

Rarity giggled, making the princess smile. “Don’t worry, darling. We’ll squash her soon enough.”

“No hard feelings, right, dear? I cannot put into words how sorry I am.”

Rarity opened her mouth to speak, but Cadence saw she had nothing to say. “You were following Chrysalis’ orders,” Candy butted in, “whether you knew or not. Sex is a wonderful, powerful thing. When used selfishly, it’s also destructive. It can interfere with our deepest securities, and if that stupid bug knows it or not, she’s doing real harm. We have to stop her. And we will.”

Rarity leaned over and gave Fancy a tight hug. They departed and smiled at one another. “I forgive you, Fancy. It wasn’t your fault.”

“That’s wonderful, Rarity. I couldn’t fathom making an enemy of one of the most generous, beautiful, and kind ponies I have ever met. And, I dare say, worst of all, I was afraid I had lost a friend.” He put his good hand on his knee, then brought his legs together to hide his cock as it climbed back into his sheath. “Well, that’s that, then. Um, how do we go about waking up, then, princess?”

She lit her horn and put on a coy smile. Cadence put her hot thigh on the earth pony’s cheek and stroked his mane, smiling down at the cute stallion. “Allow me-”

“She’s in Ponyville, you know,” the deep voiced stallion spoke at last.

All eyes shifted to him. “Excuse me, darling?” Rarity spoke, leaning forward. All eyes fell to him.

He looked to her. “Yeah, she’s in Ponyville. Or near it, I think. I saw her in my dreams, too, told me to shut up and play my part, didn’t even bother with a disguise.”

“And you… just did?!” Cadence scoffed, staring down at him.

The stallion simply nodded. “Hit me with that magic of hers, didn’t even give it a second thought after that. Left bitchin up a storm about ‘that pink bitch ruining her plans’ and ‘Ponyville was too bright and cheery’ and on and on. Bragged she was hiding out in disguise, too, didn’t know where, or what she looked like in, ya know, her disguise and all.”

“I had a feeling she was onto us,” Cadence grumbled, taking a seat at the tall stallion’s side, cozying up to his warm turtleneck. She let him drape an arm over her shoulder, letting her indulge in his rich, manly scent. She sighed out and rested her arm along his thigh, fingers kneading the flesh under his slacks. She giggled and began to paw along his firm, hot shaft, but he didn’t respond much. “Figures. She’s frustrated I keep ruining her plans,” she purred, nuzzling back into the tall stallion’s lifted chin. “It’s no matter, we’ll get her yet. Rarity, have you been visited by any strangers recently?”

The unicorn pulled her hooves close to her round butt, hiding more in that oversized jacket. “A few, but Ponyville is growing so fast, I couldn’t say. I’m social, but not a savant, darling.”

“Fair,” she sighed. “Who is-”

“Pinkie!” Rarity blurted, chortling, getting cozy with the stallion who’d been tormenting her for days. “Really, we should have asked her sooner.”

“No use crying over spilled sprinkles.” She smiled sheepishly at Rarity’s rolled eyes. “What? I’m funny!” She grumbled and leaned back, looking at the big stallion holding her. “Wanna fuck, mister? I never did make you purr.”

“Oh, I’m gay.”

Green Eggs and Puns

The yellowed lamps of the Ponyville street trickled in through the blinds to cast their glow across the sleeping mare. Cadence mopped herself with the soaked towel she had brought up to Rarity’s room and gave Rarity one last glance. She saw it was just about dawn, nearing six in the morning. As always, she wasn’t quite well rested, but she was not as drained as if she had spent all night having coked up sex. Her little pussy was wholly hers, hot, and just a touch spent, though not sore as she was in the dream. “See ya, Rarity,” she whispered, magically pulling the heavy blankets up to the lightly snoring unicorn’s chin.

Cadence helped herself to a glass of water and a swig of juice from the carton in the fridge. She heard a tiny giggle, but when her head snapped to the source, she saw nothing peeking into the kitchen. “No tattling, Sweetie Belle,” she said quietly, filling the silent darkness. The princess heard a dainty pair of hooves scampering back up the stairs. She gave the sleeping white cat a pat on it’s cute head on her way out, hopeless to remember her name. His? She couldn’t recall.

Cadence pulled her stylish and long winter coat snug around her neck and departed to the snow blanketed Ponyville dawn. She could see her breath as her cute boots left little hoof prints in the thick, soft, fresh snow. She watched as a massive diesel powered plow pushed the street clear, grumbling as she stepped through the little mountain it made of the sidewalk. She got snow in her boot and sighed, palm impacting her face. “I’m a fucking idiot.”

She shrugged off her cute coat and unfurled her wings, in just her cute red fleece athletic sweater. It had holes for her wings, her coat did not. She took off into the air, flying low and slow, the wind was biting cold. Luckily, Sugarcube Corner was only a few blocks away.

“They’re closed,” she groaned to herself as she landed and walked up the walkway to the front door. She tried it anyway, finding it open, letting herself in. “Hello?” she called, kicking the snow off her boots, then stepping on her heels to pull her wet boots off. She peeled off her adorable socks and hung her coat on the rack, then headed to the kitchen. The war zone from yesterday’s macaroni art battle told quite the story in the big, yet somehow cozy kitchen. Pots and pans and trays soaked in an industrial sized sink, yesterday’s battle of baked goods’ version of spent artillery shells soaking on this snowy Sunday morning. Cadence yawned and helped herself to the coffee maker, rubbing her eyes as she waited on the drip sludge to start. She wasn’t used to serving herself, but she figured it out, even if she made a mess of coffee grounds and tepid water all over the counter. She yawned again as she mopped the counter with a paper towel, smiling. This wasn’t so bad, she thought to herself. I really should make breakfast for myself on holidays, and give the castle staff some paid time off.

She had just poured herself some milky coffee when she heard little hoofsteps thudding down the stairwell from the bedrooms upstairs. She sipped and smiled at her darling daughter waddling up to her. “Mommy!” she cried, melting her heart. Cadence set her mug down and knelt to embrace Flurry, peppering her face in kisses, spitting out a stray sprinkle. Gross!

“How’s my favorite little filly? Have fun with Pumpkin and Pound last night, Flurry Blurry?”

“Uh huh! And Auntie Chryssy too! She’s veerd,” the toddler giggled, her pajamas stained with dinner, spaghetti, by the look of it-

“AUNT CHRYSSY?! Flurry, is Pinkie okay? Chryssy- Chrysalis is here?!” This was bad!

The toddler nodded, smiling ear to ear. “Uh huh! Pingy and Chryssy’re up the stairs, they were shouting all night, but they were, they they were laughing, can I has a juice?”

“Flurry, we’re going home. Now. Mommy’s got to talk to Chrysalis, mkay?”

The little filly stomped her little polished hoof and balled her little fists at her side. “Bud I wanna play with Chryssy, mommy!”

“Chryssy- Chrysalis isn’t nice, Flurry. Come on. Daddy will take you to play in the snow. We have to go, now.” Cadence took her writhing daughter in her arms, grunting to restrain her, horn lighting to blanket her daughter’s with a crystal muting spell. Bless Twilight for that. She held her to her side and closed her eyes, imagining her bedroom. Shining was asleep, snoring like a chainsaw.

“OOF!” The prince sat up, clutching the screaming toddler that landed on his lap. “Babe, what’s going on?” he mumbled, rolling over, horn lighting, she knew that violent blue spell any day. In her own room, still dizzy from the teleportation, Cadence prepared to send herself back.

“Chrysalis is in Sugar Cube Corner, I have the drop on her, I think. You need to keep Flurry safe, dear, trust me.” She panted, rubbing her throbbing temples. Twilight might be able to zap herself across Equestria with ease, but it still took a lot out of her to go so far with so little windup.

She ignored the little blue so and so pulling the blankets over her head. She’d punish Rainbow Dash later for stealing her husband. Again. Ugh, this was all so messy! “Chrysalis?!” The stallion was on his hooves, carefully hiding his pride as he slipped into his robe. “Let me go with you-”

“You keep Flurry safe. That little blue sl- pegasus should help,” she sneered, a ghost of a smile on her face. Flurry hopped off the bed, sprinting to her side with the grace of a drunk goose. “Send Twilight a message, too. I’ll be at Sugarcube Corner. If you don’t hear from me in a few minutes, send help. I love you.”

“You’re crazy!” he shouted, magically plucking Flurry from her leg and holding her screaming, thrashing little body in his big arms. “I love you, too.”

Cadence sighed and focussed, heart fluttering with fear, rage, love, she couldn’t keep track. She gulped and sent herself back to Ponyville, immediately feeling nauseous. She braced on the damp counter, the smell of hot coffee mixing with dishwater diluted sugar and flour, not a great combination. Cadence looked around the quiet room. The lights were still off, and her ears pricked up to that throaty, telling bitch’s cackle. She readied her sore, smoking horn and stalked upstairs as quietly as she could.

It wasn’t hard to find Pinkie’s room. They weren’t exactly quiet lovers. She tried the door, locked, and cursed under her breath. She focused her energy and blasted the antique style knob with a hot blast of magic. “DON’T YOU TOUCH HER, YOU… bitch.” Cadence panted, seeing an awful, horribly depraved tangle of legs, pink and black. Pinkie Pie was bent in half, her fat pink ass hanging off the bed, both holes speared with the biggest, veiniest green cocks she’d ever seen, just the sight made her holes twitch and ache. Her eyes bulged out, seeing Chrysalis was double teaming the poor pony with two twin shafts throbbing from her hips, bigger perhaps than even mister Elk.

“About time you showed up,” the seven foot tall bug purred, her voice that same cockroach milk to her ears. “I was just about to cum for the fourth time, and Pinkie Pie here is absolutely stuffed. Isn’t that right, bitch?” she cackled, cracking her hard palm over those balloons, turning them redder. The mare whimpered out, muffled with a bright cherry red gag. “Close the fucking door, idiot, you’re letting the cold in. You know I’m not warm blooded, bitch.”

“Why!?” she snarled, kicking the door shut, not quite sure why she bothered. She was also not sure why she was shimmying out of her cute beige pants. Cadence’s winking pussy kissed the air as she approached the bug, resuming her long, hard thrusts, slow sawing motions that used every veiny inch of her juicy cocks. Green goop poured down both their thighs, pooling on the bunched up sheets on the floor. The air stank of sex. This isn’t a dream, Candyass, she told herself. Be careful.

Her horn glowed as Chrysalis let all her attention fall on the pink pincushion. “Aaah, she’s definitely the most fun fuck of the six. Come, give yourself a nice dick, Candy, a depraved cumslut like you ought to know the spell. That little mouth is wonderful.” Pinkie whimpered, or was she giggling?

“Stop. Pull out and lay on your front and I might spare you. You had no right to hurt these ponies.”

She kept pushing those hips, letting out a hot, purring moan. “Stop? Just like you stopped me?” she laughed. “Not a chance, Candy. Ah, I have a hive to feed, you know.”

Cadence stopped an arm’s length away. Why wasn’t she attacking her? What was the catch? Were there drones around waiting to ambush her? She looked all around the tall bedroom, two stories with a balcony up top, ponies would pay good money for a place like this. She looked back down to that tall cunt with holes in her limbs and just saw red. She went blind with rage, her horn glowed, a spell shot out and Cadence felt her balance shift forward.

The tall, yet comparably little pink mare stumbled forward and embraced the hard, cool back of her former captor. “That’s a good filly,” that slimy slut groaned, looking back to wrap her long tongue about Cadence’s hot horn. So much magic so fast made her fluted spire scalding enough to sizzle the saliva on that tongue. The pleasure was like a railroad spike driving into her brain. Cadence whimpered pathetically and embraced the tall bug from behind, her lap absolutely on fire. She gulped and opened her clenched eyes to perceive she did indeed have a nice shaft, now, throbbing between those juicy bubbly queeny cheeks. Cadence pushed her hips back and stood up, jabbing and missing her mark. She was drunk on pleasure, perhaps still hot from the dream. She wrapped her arms around Chrysalis’ neck and jabbed again, finding her asshole and diving inside.

“OH! That’s a good pony,” Chrysalis giggled, biting her lip and sitting back to slap her hips against Cadence’s. The princess squeezed her arms, choking the taller girl and bending her spine backward, taking control. “Just like the catacombs, but in reverse,” she choked, shaking and falling back, launching her hips forward. Cadence felt her hot cock slip back and weight dangle below her, her juicy new magic spheres. She fought to pump forward, their differing heights making the flesh puzzle a little awkward. Chrysalis screamed out, her long, sharp nails digging into the arms choking her.

“MMMMMMMHMMhmhmmmmMMM!” Pinkie was having a hell of a time, until she began to gurgle. Cadence tucked her muzzle under one of those arms, her eyes seeing through a tiny hole in Chryssy’s bicep to witness Pinkie rolling to her side and coughing green goop out her gagged mouth, spermy slime splashing out her nostrils, oh fuck how that must burn!

Cadence grunted and used every bit of her strength and her flapping wings to wrestle the queen out of her friend and slam her to the floor. The bitch hissed below her. Cadence drove balls deep as hard as she could and wrapped that waxy mane around her jagged horn, using it as a handle. She slammed her face into the wooden floor with a nice thud, smirking with pride. She saw her slimy green goop pooling under the curvy queen and knew she was still cumming, pain or no. “Not hearing a safe word, you stupid fucking bug cunt,” she shouted in her ear, trying to break her hips with her own. Cadence was breaking a hard sweat, smashing that smug cheek into the hardwood floor.

“Y-you feel a d-r-r-r-rahaaaaaft, too?” the orgasming queen squeaked and sputtered. The grip on her sharp horn was useless as she got her wits back with some breaths, head twisting sickeningly to look straight back. Her skull thudded on the floor from another mean shove on that hard horn, but it just made the drooling queen beam. “You always were rougher than your shrimp dick hubby-ah!”

Cadence held that horn tight and swung a backhand slap as hard as she could across that evil face, landing with a brutal slap. “My DARLING HUSBAND is fucking HUNG and you know it, you bitch!” Cadence gave her a palm slap this time, evening out some of the wear and tear on those cheeks. She shook her hand, oh how it stung, and went back to thrusting. She landed with a nice juicy plap, and the backstroke was suddenly so much more difficult. Her asshole had clutched on her fat cock and Chrysalis' heavy body heaved up with the motion up into the air.

“He’s mediocre, but he’s cute,” she giggled. “I’m surprised you didn’t use Tule’s dick as a base for your own, oh now that’s an alpha male, isn’t he?” the contortionist villian cackled. Those legs curled and got around Cadence’s narrow waist, her arms shoved off the floor, and Cadence found herself stumbling back with a fat ass on her lap and a strong back on her plump chest. She was thrown off balance and fell to the floor with a crash, grunting as her fat ass took the brunt of thrice her bodyweight crashing down. Those holey hooves met the floor and leverage sent her back hard into the floor, wings flinging paper plates with frosting and a pair of paper party hats astray.

The kung fu grip on her veiny dick let up, and that ass left her cock, now glazed in syrupy green slime. She was sucking breaths, she felt empty after the wind was knocked from her. Cadence tried to get to her hooves but a hand on her face pushed her back down, fingers around her horn, the heel of a palm at its base. “I’m big, and you’re little, pink slut. Oh, you, too, squishy,” she chuckled. Pinkie gave a shaking little wave.

“You’re lucky I’m still horny, or you’d be bug food, sweetie.” Cadence saw that face thankfully turn the right way, facing away, and those powerful long legs squat deep to fill that snug, sloppy asshole with pretty pink pony princess cock again. It was hot, it was tight, oh god it was why she never used this spell- getting her dick wet made Cadence dumb. Her hands held onto those hips, until little black fists plucked her arms above her head.

“H-hey! WAIT-” Cadence was shut up by a set of spheres falling over her screaming mouth. Drones, those deviant little bastards were all around her! Cadence lit her horn to blast them like bugs on a windshield, but that filthy green slime fell from one’s mouth upon her glowing horn. Magical blue sparked into the air, falling on her forehead in glowing blue goop which evaporated warmly. She groaned out in annoyance, hearing a trio of little chittering laughter. “Fuck you!” she tried to groan, shaking as her cock was bathing in hot, soft pleasure, the stench of hot bug balls on her muzzle infected her horny brain. She closed her eyes and began to kiss, shivering, already she felt close to erupting.

Her mouth was left soaked in slobber and the tang of stallion balls, the flavor just not quite right. Bugs, just not quite as good as a cute colt. Cadence let her mouth be wedged open with two sharp fingers, looking up to see a four foot tall drone squat and land his flare in her throat, balls spanking her face. They weren’t long, but they were thin. Small pricks, thick enough to make her jaw sore and not much else, filled her mouth to the uvula and no more. She sucked to cave in her cheeks and glaze their green barbed cocks, moaning to give them some good vibrations. With Chrysalis bouncing her big butt on her lap, Cadence reached up to grab the drone for support, but a hoof stamped her palms back to the floor. She had no choice but to snort stolen little breaths and writhe, no warning, none needed as she flooded Chryssy’s ass. She might have lasted three minutes, impossible to tell. Her orgasm was mind blowing, her cock-eruptions always felt fucking incredible. Hot dick milk pumped with powerful flexes of her fourteen inch horsecock, flushing her seed balls deep up that ass.

The male refractory period set in, her cock was soaked in hot white tainted green seed. “Pathetic, but not the worst I’ve had. My turn.”

The drone fucking her face lifted out, frothy whiped up bubbly slobber fell over her face. Cadence coughed and lifted her head, she was allowed to. The drone squeaked and obeyed her queen, giving Candy the chance to observe her own destruction. Her juicy and still tight to her body balls were no obstacle to the now kneeling queen, rubbing her juicy twin cocks on her holes. “No!” she choked, grunting and gulping. Why didn’t she blast her when she had the chance?! Was there a trap that had made her behave like a sex-crazed slut? Was this part of a plan, or did Chrysalis simply know her better than she knew herself?

The penetration wasn’t indulgently drawn out, Chryssy was thankfully curt and just popped in. Not as hopelessly horny as the pink princess spread eagle on her back, perhaps, she figured. The fat flares hurt, oh GOD they hurt! Her eyes welled with tears, her sinuses burned, even, bug cock stank in a peculiarly great way. She relaxed and her stinging asshole quieted a tiny bit, and thankfully there was loads and loads of sloppy mess to rid any friction from rearing its ugly head. She gulped and looked down, moaning distractedly on a sideways cheek bulging facefuck, tongue drooling dumbly. Her eyes gazed past her bouncing tits to the cocks spearing both holes at the same time, moaning to match her tormentor tenting that flat stomach.

“Tighter!” the bitch sang, giggling with her foul little snickering way. “Juicy and soft, just how I remember,” she groaned, laying her tits on Cadence’s chest to kiss her dickstuffed mouth, hre tongue invading around the side. She gagged hard as that slithering tongue circled around her drone’s flare and prodded her throat, but the sea of slobber didn’t slow the slut one bit. Her knees lifted, bucking Chryssy to lean forward, stroking her glazed and rigid pink dick between their hot bodies, sweat and cum and bugslime keeping things nice and wet.

The queen spat her out and left her hacking and gagging, ugh everything tasted like drone dick! She sniffed and spat at the bitch fucking her ass and her cunt at the same time, fuck, it was fucking good, why was it so fucking GOOD! Firm hands wrapped around her reloading cock and pumped with the same slow, long strokes. Chrysalis didn’t have any more vitriol to spit, just more force and harder panting as the first drone buzzed his wings and filled her mouth. Cadence gulped, then fought her urge to be an unapologetic slut and spat his seed out. Guh, so salty and nasty, that tiny bleach-like flavor was so strong! She was shaking, remembering too well the days-long gangbangs that went less like rape-fests and more like orgies as the days trapped underground dragged on. As the second drone mounted her tummy to fuck her tits, her dick swatted aside, Cadence breathed in to protest. A cock found her mouth and made it more useful.

It felt like seconds until bright glowing green cum splashed on her face. Her tits stung from the sharp and rough pinching and handling, milking out that hot cumshot, her throat getting a similar treatment right after. There was just no end of these stupid horny hairtrigger bastards, and she knew her real enemy was the massive bitch railing her sore holes. She gave in, bracing for the long haul that was bound to happen. Sooner or later she’d starve for air and pass out, then wake up being used in all her holes an hour later. The thought terrified her, so why was her new dick raging hard, sore, and leaking again?!

A hard hand yanked her sensitive shaft up, splashing on firm abs, flare wrapped in soft titflesh. She whimpered and erupted like a geyser, her ass getting speared just right, g-spot crushed with a huge flared dick. Her fresh hot white cum sprayed high and rained on the queen, a healthy ten rope load that left them both sticky. She closed her eyes and remembered to breathe, laying limp so the drones and their queen could use their tacky, leaky little fucktoy.

“Ooooh, oh fuck, hurry up you little idiots!” that evil low voice sneered. Cadence, with her vision grey at the edge, was losing count of how many loads splashed out of her own nostrils. Did she pass out? It was hard to tell, but she thought not. Cadence found her hands free, so she pushed the freshly milked dron aside. He flopped onto the floor, twitching and huffing. Cadence got her elbows under her and gagged up a goopey wad of throatslime and dicksnot onto her fluffy cleavage. She was just in time to witness Chrysalis gasp and lean back.

She felt the bulge with all ten fingers and whimpered like a puppy. Hot, soft, tennis ball sized eggs splashed into her body, pushed out like edamame from the shell into her hot body. She fell back, hair soaking in spit and spunk, hands on her tenting tummy. “You feel it, don’t you?!” she screamed, gasping, bending over as her orgasm dragged on. “Fucking TAKE it, you fucking whore! Take those eggs, oh goooood girl!” That voice rose to a girly giggle, gulping tiny desperate breaths.

And just like that, the bitch tormenting her for years, off and on, was spent, panting, laying her head on Cadence’s. The pink cumsock rubbed that back, grimacing at how she wanted to smile. “Fuck you,” she exhaled, rubbing her shoulders, feeling the weight on her. She blinked cum out of her stinging eyes and tried to look around. She ignored the shuddering breaths and little tickles deep inside her, oh fuck it was so fucking nice, and saw twenty or more drones snoring or otherwise incapacitated, there were several open bottles of liquor. Cadence scratched the back of her queen’s head and tried to conjure a plan. Pinkie and the bugs had a party. She had an opening, and not just her sore holes. What would Celestia do?

Ask for round twenty, probably. Okay, what would Twilight do? Cry? Maybe.

Rely on her friends.

She shifted so her other cheek could rest on the floor. Pinkie was sitting up, sort of, rubbing her sore jaw. She was more swollen than ever, more pink than green. They locked eyes, and Cadence’s finger feebly lifted to her lips in a shushing gesture. Pinkie beamed ear to ear and nodded, wiggling in place, biting her lip and cupping her surely sore gaping pussy, unable to stifle a cute giggle. The party animal was the definition of cushion for the pushin. Her tummy had gentle rolls, but her hips and tits kept her figure hourglass shaped. She had fatter tits than even Twilight or Fluttershy. Maybe.

“Tee Why Light!” she mouthed as big as she could, still scratching the groaning and chittering bug on top of her. Four loads, she said? This made five, or technically six, perhaps. Poor bug rapequeen must be spent.

Pinkie tilted her head, then her big blue eyes shot wide, and she nodded again, struggling to get her body above her hooves. She stumbled, loudly, making Cadence wince, to the nightstand. The drawer slid open, squeaking and clattering, Pinkie’s hands were shaking more than her own. A leatherbound book and a quill came out. Pinkie sat on her squeaky bed and scribbled, then closed it with a thump. “DONE!” she screamed. “Oops,” came a shy whisper, shoulders shrugged to her ears and knees tight to her tits, showing her fat ass was leaking a waterfall of green gunk. The book she hid half her face behind glowed and vibrated two short ZZT’s.

“What was that, dear?” the queen sighed, shifting to lay her cheek on Cadence’s face and look at Pinkie. A few drones were mustering up, one sauntered toward the sheepish mare, now wrapping herself up in sticky blankets to snooze. “Is that… a magic journal? Oh, ooooh hoh hoh! You sly BITCH!” Cryssy’s cocks throbbed balls deep inside Cadence, making the princess shriek in discomfort. She was already over stuffed, her flaring up didn’t help one bit. “Drones? You know what to do.”

“BYE!” Pinkie Pie shrieked, then rolled back off the bed, taking the sheets with her. The poor yawning drone was rolled out of his cloth burrito. Cadence grunted, trying to push off, but finding sharp fingers shoving her wide hips down onto those twin fuckrods. Cadence focussed her magic but just got a headache like she was punched square between the eyes, thanks to the muting magic.

She opened her eyes just in time to see quite the show. “Surprise!” Out came the sticky sheets, trapping the two drones who were posing to pounce Pinkie Pie on the other side of her messy off kilter bed. They scrambled, shouting and chittering, one taking to the air and pulling the sheets from under the other, sending both into a tangle.

“FOOLS!” Chrysalis screamed. Cadence grunted out in agony when a hoof whirled around to stomp on her thigh, pinning her in place as those behemoth fuckrods slunk back to leave her holes gaping, twin dicks soaked in their gooey soup. They dangled, semilimp, pissing their slimy breeding sauce all over the floor and Cadence’s once clean tail. The princess was too dazed in searing pain in both her pussy and her ass to react beyond clutching at her sore, gaping, cum-gushing holes and close her throbbing thighs. Her ass was in pain, bruised from the hard impacts, she hurt all over.

Her long hair was pulled, hauling the screaming princess on her knees. The cock in her lap, thoroughly spent, wilted then grew translucent and evaporated in a blue cloud to nothing, leaving her bloated cum belly on display. “One move and she gets it!” The dazed princess looked down to see a glowing green blade at her neck, but before either of them could react, a sticky pillow came from somewhere, spearing on that jagged horn and spanking Chrysalis’ face with her own wet seed. The spell fizzled and the blade with it, letting Cadence fall from the grip on her hair as the queen shrieked and shoved. The sharp angles kept the down feather pillow locked on her horn like a fish hook, ripping the fabric wide and raining fluffy feathers on her wet face. Cadence scrambled, puffing and grunting to her hooves, looking for something, anything, to fix her horn or incapacitate the queen. She was too cumdrunk and sore and full of eggs to fight hoof to hoof, her horn was useless, and Pinkie probably didn’t keep many weapons around-

A cannon? A fucking CANON!? Right in front of her, where a dopey, sleeping drone was laying, sat a baby blue steel canon. Cadence glanced down the barrel and saw something instead of just a plug or an empty tube. “Good enough?” she shuddered, grunting to tug the muzzle to point at the queen doubled over spitting feathers out of her lips and wrestling with a pillow on her head. A drone had his hooves on Chryssy’s wide hips, standing as tall as he could to shove that thing off her horn. “PULL THE CORD!” Cadence listened to the shrill shout and plucked the rope at the base in her fist.

“Uh, uh-”

“PARTY’S OVER, QUEENIE!” that same high pitched voice bellowed. “That’s your cue, Candy!” Eyes wide, Cadence spun and hauled on that rope as hard as she could. She covered her ears, just in time for a horn to squeak deafeningly loud and a concussion to punch her in the chest. She heard an ugly howl and looked up to see Chrysalis land hard on her back, glazed with glitter and confetti, her cock taking the worst, being covered in glue already.

“You IDIOTS! STOP THEM!” Her horn glowed blindingly bright, engulfing the pillow and feathers in balefire, green and cold. It smoldered and fell off her face. The queen bug grunted, slipping on confetti as she struggled to get up. Something was touching her thigh, making Cadence snap her attention down. A drone was nuzzling into her, hugging her tight.

“H-hey, little guy, uh, mommy can’t play r-right now,” she said, patting his head, and he looked heartbroken. The bug slunk to the floor and stepped away, stumbling and falling to his side. She looked up and saw Pinkie choking, dangling in a green glow beside the tall bug, her minions cowering or snoozing where they lay.

“That’s quite enough, slut,” Chrysalis growled, advancing on her long holey legs. The intimidating grimace on her face was undercut by her feather goatee. “We had fun, but it's time Equestria was rid of the elements of harmony, the princesses, and it’s love sucked out of EVERY pony until they’re withered HUSKS!” Candy backpedaled, retreating from the queen’s advance, hands up by her shoulders.

“W-Wait! Let her go, you’re choking her!”

“SAFE-ACK! WORD! BANANA! TAX EXEMPTION! A-ALABAMA!!!” Pinkie choked, kicking in the air where she was magically carried by her neck.

“She said the safeword, Chrysalis,” someone said, her voice loud, commanding. “Put her down!”

Cadence craned her neck, Chrysalis simply turned her head around, shoulders staying where they were- gross!

“Twilight!” “TWILIGHT SPARKLE!”

A beam of gold and purple lanced in the air, kicking Chrysalis’s hooves wide. She wobbled, then fell back, landing in a tangle. She slammed her fists and hooves into the wood, looking at Twilight, still in her pajamas, mane in quite the tangle. The big black bug body rose in its twisted stance, limbs scurrying like a spider to move her big body with disturbing alacrity at her target. Pinkie was forgotten, dropping with a grunt to the floor, immediately clutching her neck and coughing.

A magic hand of magenta smashed Cadence to the floor, then a beam lanced out to meet the green sent to take Twilight’s head off her shoulders. The beams met with blinding light, heat and pressure erupting from their meeting like streams of pressurized flame. Everyone but Chrysalis and Twilight flinched, hiding their eyes, watching through shielding fingers at the magical battle. The green was winning, steadily surging toward Twilight, inches from her horn. “Help her!” Pinkie gagged, and Cadence launched herself without a thought. She launched herself with a flap of her wings and dove onto the supine queen, her heavy, hot body driving out her own breath and the queen’s at the same time, making the focused beam of evil green magic soar high and cut a hole through the ceiling. Wood and plaster went up in smoke, raining splinters and dust over the large bedroom.

Twilight panted, horn smoking, then lighting, wrapping a ring of green and black and purple magic about Chrysalis’ horn. Crystals grew fast all over that jagged horn. A few stray pieces of feather were trapped in the crooks and holes. Cadence fell limp, panting, laying on her torturer and sperm donor. “Fuck… you…” she panted out, a shiver running up her body from her hooves. She yelped as she was shrugged off. Magic muted, Chrysalis was still seven feet of mean.

“I don’t need my DRONES! OR MY MAGIC!” Chrysalis screamed and buzzed to the air, zipping down to dive bomb the yawning Twilight. She sparked her horn and easily gusted wind under her wings, making the bug launch into the wall behind her.

“Sure, Chrysalis. Thanks, Candy,” Twilight winked, turning her back to her, and Cadence could see an absolutely massive cumstain on her pajama top, someone had downright soaked her back last night! As Chrysalis was getting up, magical hands tied her mane to her tail and her wrists to the same knot. “You really did a number on my sister in law and my best friend, didn’t you?” she scoffed, watching Chrysalis fall to the floor and writhe like a fish out of water. “Sorry, girls, I would have been here sooner, but I didn’t sleep too well last night,” she giggled. “A little elk had me tied up~.”

“Aw! Besties!” Pinkie squeaked, coughing, rubbing her red neck and wiping green slime out of her eye.

“Lucky girl,” Cadence panted, sitting hard on Pinkie’s bed, watching her pink tummy glow green in the beams of sunlight falling with snow through the opened ceiling. She put her hoof on Chrysalis’ shoulder and yanked it back before it could be bit by that fanged face. “Tell Tule I miss him,” she purred, winking at Twilight.

“Are you two okay? I’m glad I brought my journal along on my trip.” Cadence nodded, Pinkie followed with double the vigor. “Shining sent me a frantic scroll, then I got your message at the same time, Pinkie Pie. Is anyone hurt?”

“I don’t think so. Flurry is safe with Shining-” she gasped and sat up, coughing out a wad of spitty green spunk onto the messy bed. “I need to tell Shining everyone’s okay! Can you fix this?” she asked, her voice raspy.

“I can, here, Cadence,” Twilight said, burning off Chrysalis' gooey magic muting goop from her horn. She felt at once ten pounds lighter and three drinks more sober, unaware she was in such a fog from the muting gunk. “You uh, wanna… clean up, first?” she said, pointing at her tented tummy.

Cadence giggled, nudging Chrysalis' butt with her hoof. “I’ll be okay. Ah… busy morning.”

“Who wants flapjacks?!” Pinkie giggled, wobbling to her hooves. “I, uh… get Missus Cake to make’um. I’m stuffed.” Pinkie landed on her fat ass and cackled at her own joke, getting a giggle from Cadence and a raised eyebrow from Twilight.

Epilogue

Thanks to the actions of the brave princess, the Elements of Harmony and Equestria were safe from Chrysalis and her nefarious plot. With the evil queen’s sloppy and careless underestimation of her long-time adversaries, she let slip details of her plan, some on purpose, some pure accident. In the end, her pride was her downfall. She had Cadence in the palm of her black hand, and thanks to the princess’ quick thinking, she managed to use her friends, and her sister-in-law’s timely coming, to entrap the bug, like the bug had trapped her prey of years past.

The eggs locked inside Cadence came out, like the slime, harmlessly. She had a nice long rest, kicking Rainbow from her bed, and kindly offering Shining Armor the couch, and an opportunity to watch the fussy toddler for the day. They kissed and made up, making love three times that night. She was back in loving and fighting shape the next day, grateful to hear Twilight handled locking up her nemesis, and on the edge of her seat to hear every messy detail of Twilight’s hot date.

The slime donor and would-be Queen of Equestria was locked away, thousands of miles residing between the affected ponies and the hidden hive. Chrysalis’ seed was impotent and harmless as a result of the changeling magic losing its effect far from the source. With a nice hot shower and a day of bedrest, both mares were walking to dinner, declining eggs for breakfast for quite some time.

Ponyville Construction made a mint on the repairs to Pinkie Pie’s bedroom. The party pony, following a vigorous scrub, was able to help the cleanup and even get a nice night’s rest with her maybe cousin, Applejack, in the old guest room. She’s still trying out new safe words on for size.

No longer drinking herself to sleep and drugging herself awake, Applejack found life after her nightmares much like it was before, she never really did learn a thing. She did, however, confide in Cadence and Cadence alone the trauma of being used by her assailants, the fear and powerlessness had taken their toll. With an open ear, she did learn to trust stallions in short time, but her barn door usually didn’t swing that way. Rainbow Dash refused the special spell that helped to scratch Applejack’s itch, except for birthdays, hearth’swarming, and sporadic drunken special occasion sex.

Rainbow Dash vowed, and failed, to wean herself off cheesy action movies and high intensity novels. Her high octane lifestyle in the Wonderbolts suffered for a time as she struggled to get her sleep free of nightmares, and with Applejack’s help, she, too, learned to love freely and fearlessly again, coming to terms with herself. Her infinite pride had been deflated, and still cocky and competitive, Dash had finally learned to let her temper calm before rushing into assignments, and even earned herself a promotion in the Wonderbolts, along with that nice bump in pay.

Rarity used her odd sexperience to inspire her next clothing line. Neon colors and sharp, flowing lines weaved their way into the mare’s urban fashion, finding success not with the wealthy elite who turned their snouts up to the gaudy colors, but with the folks with downtime enough to dive into science-fiction. Fluttershy was the first to buy a high collared jacket, modeling for free for a magazine in which Rarity had bought ad space. The ad quickly made its way into game stores across Equestria, just in time for a new expansion of a tabletop game that was quite the rage.

No longer trapped in her role as a bitch, Fluttershy was the alpha of her pack. Apollo learned to fetch, roll over, shake, and speak on command, and never again slept in the cold dog house outside. Her newest member of the pack was not put up for adoption like she had planned, another critter too precious to let go. The dog found his place quickly in the sanctuary, playing rough with the alpha predators and getting to find out he was, in fact, not the biggest dog in the cage. He never did get neutered.

Twilight confessed every messy and adorable detail of her losing her virginity to a lucky elk way out north to her sister-in-law, less an in-law every day. The bull elk was a young and enterprising warrior in his tribe, a leader that was moving his kind toward modernizing, accepting reading lessons and stacks and stacks and stacks, and yet more stacks of books. His kind lived on the move, however, with no need for things like books, histories were passed down from elders around campfires. Next winter, in the rutting season, Twilight promised to return with more books, and not all of them on math, history, magic, farming, or thermodynamics.

Celestia and Luna came back ten days later with sunburns and mosquito bites, astounded Chrysalis was trapped in Tartarus, barely believing the stories. Luna divulged tactics and tricks to maintain better control in the dream realm, groaning with frustration at how Cadence had actually solved these sticky situations, however effective they may have been. Her older sister applauded them both, expressing extreme pride in their cooperation, insisting on hearing every slimy, salty detail in private.

In the end, life for ponies in Equestria were barely affected, nearly all completely oblivious their very lives hung in the balance at all. The lesson to be learned by the princess of friendship was one she knew for many years: through thick and thin, you can rely on your friends. Because friendship, more than any spell, is magic.

Just a Little Trouble Sleeping

“Shiny, stop! It’s almost ten in the morning, how are you still hard?”

A knock on the door barely registered in her head. The pink princess lit her horn and felt past the closed door for the courier’s letter, accidentally giving him a little grab on the lap. “Ooh, that must be you, Silver,” she exhaled to herself.

Cadence laughed and let her loving husband pepper her neck with morning kisses, magically summoning the courier’s letter through the large crystal door to her chambers. She gasped as his impossibly still firm, firm enough, cock slipped inside her gooey, sore pussy. She put a ringed finger on his hip behind her and let him slowly churn the load he had dumped inside, trying for a little sibling for their lovely toddler hellion Flurry Heart.

“Oh, it’s from Twilight!”

“I’m trying to fuck you, baby, don’t say my sister’s name,” he laughed in her ear, sighing out and deepening his thrusts at half the pace. She wrapped his hips in her plush thighs, then sighed out and shivered in bliss at his gentle, firm gropes to her full, heavy breasts. His huge, flared head had always hit her g-spot so perfectly.

“Something something… blah blah... “ Cadence’s wings threw pillows off the bed and smacked Shining Armor right in his cute, square jaw. She sat up with a gasp, eyes fluttering as she came, again, tapping a finger on his neck, begging for a break. “Sore, sore sore sore… stop pretty please,” she half lied. She was sore, but she SO could keep going. Shiny would be irritated, but the princess wanted to read her sister’s letter. The stallion flopped off to the side, leaving her to close her aching legs and roll onto her front, fixing her mane with her fingers, smiling at the magically floating scroll. “My assistance? With what?” she read aloud, answering her own question shortly enough. Twilight was wordy, but she didn’t beat around the bush for too long. It did take her a moment to remember what the word austerity meant. “Twilight wants me to raise the moon and watch over Equestria’s dreams?!” This was far from how she expected her lazy sexy Sunday to go.

“Wah wam mat, heer?” Cadence hopped to her hooves and groaned, okay, she might have been more sore than she thought, but she limped to the bathroom anyway, tail soaking up the leaking little swimmers, the ones not attacking her eggs, she hoped.

Candy, Shining’s favorite pet name for her, pressed her heavy breasts into his muscular back, floating the letter in front of the stallion brushing his teeth, her soft, sticky hands stroking the velvety fur of his unwashed body. “Twilight wants me to help her govern Equestria!”

The unicorn spat out and rinsed his mouth, wiping his muzzle as his magic took the parchment. She watched his pretty blue eyes zig and zag across the page, spying the moment when he tried to decipher the little bookworm’s dense lexicon. “This is big of her, you know how she hates asking for help.”

“Runs in the family,” she chided, poking his horn with her own. “It was a year before we asked her to babysit-”

“I know, I know,” he chuckled, hand on her lower back- oh how she loved that, Cadence melted into his side, taking her place under his bully muscular arm, touching his abs, smelling his hot morning body. Mister Captain of the Guard didn’t have his six pack anymore, she pinched his tummy to remind him to stay faithful to that diet. “But you’re in charge of the Crystal Empire, well, we are, does she expect you to drop it all?”

“Read the whole thing, honey,” she sang, giggling as she cupped his chubby cock. She patiently waited, teasing his waning erection, feeling his hot spunk cooling on her fingers, drying and getting tacky. Oh she could just… manipulate this big, floppy, gooey fuckrod all day. She went to her knees and made him groan when her moaning lips slurped his big shaft into her mouth. She dutifully sucked her husband’s glazed cock, throating him as he stiffened up. She put her chin on his juicy balls, gargling as loud as she pleased, squeaking at the feeling of calluses on her horn. She melted and let his fist on her head handle guide her, nails digging into his cute butt.

THIS was how Sunday mornings should be.

***

Twilight looked bad. She was never the sharpest dresser growing up, yet even after an immense improvement thanks to her friends, she looked positively disheveled. There were coffee stains on her blouse, the light pink cotton stretched taught, no, stretched tight over her swollen breasts. “Princess puberty” as Celestia called it had hit Twilight like a train. A foot and a half in height, her hips had exploded out, and she still hadn’t nailed her bra size, the older sister in law could see the distinct line over which her flesh spilled. Her skirt was on backwards, didn’t she know the discreet zipper went on the back, not the front? Cadence’s face brightened only a second after entering the purple princess’ parlor. “Reminds me of when you used to try and dress yourself before we went to the library after school,” were Cadence’s first words to Equestria’s most powerful pony today.

Twilight rubbed her eyes, bags didn’t do them justice, she looked beyond tired. “That bad?” she groaned.

Cadence hugged her sitting ex-foal sitee and stroked her tangled mane. “That bad. Fill me in, princess, is it the tenna… whatever that was?” she said, sitting on the armrest of the high backed velvet chair instead of her own, hoping to comfort her favorite princess.

“Please, Cadence, Twilight is my name, come on!” she giggled. “And no… no, something else. I think. I’ve used lucidity magic and saw no tell-tale apparitions-”

Cadence blinked, perfect eyelashes beating down at the tall mare. “Um, magic, ghost-like imagery, so no, or if it is the Tennabrus, it’s changed somehow.” She gulped hard, magic checking that the doors to the vaulted ceiling parlor were shut. She also magically brought an absurdly massive mug of steaming coffee to her lips, slurping down a gulp. It looked black as tar and just as thick to the pink princess, who prefered milky tea. “This isn’t just a state secret, Cadence, this is a personal one.”

Cadence put out her pinky and gave a winning grin, making Twilight resign a bedraggled smile. The two mares interlocked pinkies, the taller, younger mare got a peck to her head. “You can always trust me,” she whispered, hugging her favorite mare in all of Equestria, rubbing her shoulder. “Anything I can, I’ll do for you.”

With her cheek still on her cranium, Cadence listened to Twilight confess her true trouble. “I keep having rough, brutal sex in my dreams, its-”

Cadence was beet red and ramrod straight, a sweat breaking on her cold skin. “Go on?!” she hissed, knuckles white as she clutched her own playfully professional beige skirt, her wide hips flexing on their own.

Twilight gulped hard. “It’s always someone different. Last night it was a kirin, the night before was a bull, minotaur, actually, all with… um, accurate genitalia. What’s more, they’re all creatures I haven’t specifically met. I’ve met minotaurs and kirin and bulls and donkeys and dragons- haven’t seen their, uh, penises, in person… okay maybe a dragon after changing Spike, and a bull one time, but-”

“Safe. With. Me. Also, hey, princess of love? Remember? I’ve seen a barrel of pickles in my day,” she chuckled, borrowing a nugget of orchard wit from little miss Apple. “How long has this been going on?” Cadence slipped off the chair and used her hands to pour herself a small cup of black coffee, hoping Twilight would believe that bringing the mug to her lips looked like she was drinking the gruel. She sat carefully opposite her sister in law, ladylike, legs together.

Twilight’s ears folded back adorably, a redness on her face. But this was serious, and difficult for her. Cadence leaned forward, ears wide open. “A week, tonight is night number eight, I can’t get Luna or Celestia. The scrolls have been going unanswered, and since they went down to the Azure lands for vacation, they said the magic of the jungle vines would make it difficult, it will be another week before the pegasus couriers could be back, and that’s assuming they’re easy to find, and-”

“And I don’t want you to suffer one more night, Twilight. Is it just you?”

She shook her head. “Applejack told me after the first nightmare, my other friends started to have similar dreams. I fear more ponies might be affected, though, there’s always reason to believe it’s just us- targeted dream attack, weird as that is.”

Cadence tossed her bangs out of her face and rolled her eyes. “Ever been tossed off a balcony? Or had to wash chocolate milk rain out of your hair?”

Twilight sighed and smiled. “Fair point. Weird gets normal after a while. Regardless, it doesn’t seem natural, and with Luna gone, I only have her journal and books to reference. I want you to perform a lucidity spell, walk in my dreams. Even if you see… what might happen.” She stared into her drink, tears in her eyes. “I don’t know how much more I can take. And the others,” she choked up, and that was it. Emergency hug, now! Cadence carefully embraced her little sister, that was what Twilight was, her loving sister. She soaked up her tears with her own sweater, stroking that kind of greasy mane.

Cadence let her sob. It was tough. She knew it must be tough, plenty of filthy stallions had made their passes at her, even if she never gave in. Well she gave in a few times, like Count What’s his Name… and Duke… uh… well names didn’t matter, and besides, they were mediocre. Cadence shoved them and their average skills and pitiful endowments to the back of her mind. “We’ll beat this, together. Just like everything else, you’re not alone, Twilight,” she whispered, and Twilight sat up, sniffing. Cadence offered a box of tissues from the table.

“Thank you, Cadence, you… that means just- thank you. Thank you.” She swallowed hard and sat up, looking not just tired, but… older. Mature. This was Princess Twilight Sparkle, no longer her homely little bookworm anti-socialite who loved hot chocolate and making baking soda volcanoes. Well, maybe she might like those still, she laughed inwardly. “What’s so funny?” Twilight whispered, mopping mascara off the corners of her eyes.

Cadence fell back to her seat. “Remember your hot chocolate mustache? I don’t know why I thought about it.”

“After Shining’s recital?” she giggled.

“He was a prodigy at the flugelhorn, coulda sold records. Then he met me,” she sighed, tossing her hair back in a showy way.

Twilight stood and finished her coffee, mopping her chin dry with her, oh no, expensive looking blouse sleeve, oh girl what are you doing? “May I show you my notes?”

That was her little winner-savior-of-Equestria, she wanted to put a blue ribbon on that little, okay, absolutely terrifyingly long horn. “This is gonna be harder than Algebra one, huh?”

“Afraid so, Candy-Cadence! Cadence, uh,” Twilight turned for the door. “Oh, oops, this one,” she laughed, going to the next corridor. The pink pony princess tugged on her black turtleneck and sighed out, so she had heard them in the closet after the recital after all.

***

The spell was hard, completely different from influencing emotions or levitating a tea cup. It took Cadence an hour to get the concept, another two, with tea and snack breaks, to get it to fire correctly. After a warm hug, she sat in Twilight’s favorite chair as her sister laid in bed, thankfully wearing pajamas that didn’t look like she was going to burst at the seams.

“Sweet dreams, Twilight,” she chirped.

“See you on the other side, I guess,” Twilight sighed, rolling over. “So tired…” Cadence reviewed the notes on the spell, horn glowing along it’s spiral, which Twilight affirmed had happened with Luna’s horn. Twilight, laying half on her back, let out a little chortle of a snore, and it took a palm over her lips to keep her own laughter silent. Cadence sighed, fanned herself, and restarted the ruined spell. Her heart fluttered with excited energy, and it wasn’t until the magic sprouted from her horn did the reality, and fear, begin to set in like a falling brick into mud.

A wavering and bright pink vine traveled into the air and fell upon Twilight’s forehead, above and between her eyes. Her own closed, Cadence began to see a looming midnight blue light.. She stepped, carefully, and saw her own corporeal form move her hoof toward the light. She was on a bridge, or walkway, from the bottom of which seemed to glow the blue light. It grew brighter with every step, and it was her own magic synching with Twilight’s. Blues birthed purples which grew pinker, making her smile. She nearly fell off the sudden edge, so enraptured with the swirling light show. A sharp end marked where the entryway terminated and Twilight’s dream began. She smelled pine needles and fresh rain, and a look back showed just pitch darkness, her own body tethered by the tip of her horn to this dream form. She felt nauseous, seeing herself in her GORGEOUS sweater and skirt, oh so flirty and “go ahead and try to tell me this violates the dress code, teacher” thigh high socks-

“Focus, bitch,” she told herself, thankfully hearing her voice come from her magical lips, and not her more physical ones. With a grin, she took a long step, then shrieked with terror as her heart soared into her throat. She fell into the blinding bright pinkness.

Cadence opened her eyes when the heart lurching stopped, and not a second sooner. Her polished pink hooves were, ugh, dirty. Dirt? It looked real. So did the sun-lit bark on the tall trees. This wasn’t a forest near Canterlot, that much she could tell, though she wondered if Twilight knew the species name. She smirked and made her way forward to look back, seeing a pony sized doorway, her own magic tether going through to the walkway. She unfurled her wings, sure she could fly up there, well forward, it was forward to the door and up to the bridge pier dock thingy, whatever. Cadence tugged at her sweater and found herself not in her styling library outfit but a sharp hiker’s getup. A vest and shirt of bright blue and white respectively, long shorts that hugged her well-earned curves perhaps a bit too tight. She grumbled and fixed her camel toe, blushing a bit, apparently Cadence didn’t hike with panties. This didn’t seem good. She sighed, got her bearings, and followed the only path.

The pink mare chose to be quiet, best not to call out and be found. This was a dream, she told herself internally, frowning as she pulled the nagging stretchy black fabric from her folds again. I’m in power! And… I summon, panties!

Cadence felt along her warm lips to find her coziest panties there between her soft sex and the silky lycra of her pants. She tugged everything into place and ventured on along the conifers, proud of herself for remembering that tidbit, thank you, Equestrian Public School system.

It wasn’t a long hike. Just after her heart and lungs had accepted that it was now exercise time, legs already warmed up, she fell to a silent crouch at the sound of someone moving. A moment of attentiveness told her it was a stream, she already felt a coolness, a welcome break from the baking summer heat. She watched her step and continued along, watching for movement, listening for sounds, sniffing for-

“Oh hello, sir,” her lips moved, her heart speeding up.

It was breeding season for someone, and she gulped, knowing she was going to give a response to that pheromone call any second. Wink went her equine vulva, twitch went her nostrils, “Fuck me” went her soft, full lips. Cadence resolved once again, this was her dream to control, and now, her eyes saw through the endless forest of trees. She had the power! She could do anyone- anything! What the fuck, Twilight, who did you piss off that sent a… hmm… smelled like a cute buck. A smirk on her face and a wetness in those cute panties, Cadence marched on, spying the antlers. “Gotcha,” she exhaled, stalking closer.

That was when she heard her call out. A faint “Cadence! Help me!”

“TWILIGHT!” she roared back, wings unfurling. The princess took to the sky, zipping down on top of the deer.

“Oh…” she exhaled, hooves skidding to a stop. “Hello… sir.” She looked up. This was the biggest deer she had ever seen. He wasn’t like any she’d seen before, deer were svelte, the bulkiest hardly rivaling a good corn-fed earth pony stallion. But him… oh yes, that was a him, hello, huge dick. Swinging far below his hips was a glistening pink head, barely peeking out from a healthy looking hood, less wet, but hardly dry. It lurched, making her take a step back, hands coming to her sides. She gulped hard, nostrils twitching, breath dragging his scent over her sinuses and deep into her lungs. Oh fuck, it was rutting season alright, and her pussy winked hello right back. This was bad. His veins looked like powerful tree roots, ugly, snaking tubes thick as straws making a roadmap along his beefy cock, thicker than her hoof, she was sure of it! His balls were dangling deep, unlike her cute buckfriend back in Olenia. His pair were cute and fluffy, mister here had a ripe looking pair of shiny wet swingers, looking heavy as lead and hanging almost as low as his ugly cock. They, too, had some healthy veins feeding those jewels power. The worst-best was the line of wet, no, sweaty hair along the cleft between his breeding rocks. It dripped, she saw salty sweat fall from the tuft of dark chocolate brown hair. Her eyes dragged up his shaft and found the base of his dick poking out of a thick forest, not a mere bush on him, the same wet dark shade of chocolate. It narrowed into a trail, more of a road, up his belly, firm but healthy, to a set of bulging, fluff covered pectorals, also just- damp! His entire muscular wall of a body was wet with fresh, hot, salty, fragrant sweat! His neck seemed impossibly thick, though it hid under another rich brown fur sweater of fluff, where his face and the length of his arms and legs were that milky lighter mocha brown. Her eyes found his black nose twitching, no doubt drinking her body betraying her with an illicit invitation to breed. His eyes, oh no, they were gorgeous and bright blue green. Her backpedaling ceased when those pretty boy eyes met hers. Sharp, commanding, but bright and sweet, she wanted to see him laugh from the belly at her jokes, to stare fury at her bullies, to read her love letters-

“Who are you?” his bassy- oh fuck- spine-rattlingly deep voice asked.

“Candy?” she squeaked, tail whipping, and suddenly, she remembered Twilight was here. Was she? She didn’t want to leave those pretty green eyes alone, no, she was gonna keep them company with her own gaze, for now, yes, a little longer was fine. “Cadence!” she barked, standing up tall, her own eyes narrowing. A deep breath infected her brain with more of his hot, manly stench, but it also got enough air in her to make her remember- this was HER dream! “Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, and you will leave my little sister alone. Who are YOU?!”

The mean deer stopped his advance when her breasts met his abs, her neck cracked back, his chin on his collarbone in that big bushy fur, her long hair hanging behind her, buffeted by her swishing tail. Those calloused hands, oh they were calloused alright, much more than her hubby’s, gripped her horn. A flash of magic sparked from it, she thought she had the dream tether still, but the view was obscured by his huge wrist. “I was supposed to save this line for the purple one, but, I’m your worst nightmare.”

“That’s what the last one said!” wailed a voice behind her. Cadence’s neck strained. She tried to look back, but was kept in place by the deer’s grip. “Cadence, no!” A blast of violet magic shot out, hitting the deer in the base of his antler. But that gargantuan swept back right antler of his just glowed with the same colored energy, and a blast shot right back. Cadence could hear her little sister scream in agony, but neither her body nor her magic could respond, her spell just shot out of the tip of her horn in a gooey spurt of wet blue ectoplasm that evaporated after hitting his face.

He let it dry and smiled, drool on his sexy lips. “She said there’d be only one, lucky me. You first, Candy,” he growled. “Love the name, by the way,” he added playfully. His antlers glowed bright, deep earthy green, both multi-pointed horns dragged a writhing and sputtering pony in his telekinetic grasp. To her horror, it wasn’t the bombshell Princess Twilight, but the little gifted unicorn, a throwable little eighteen year old nerd.

“NO! You leave her alone!” Cadence cried, but her body wouldn’t respond, that green glow kept her body captive, her muscles couldn’t even flex! She saw Twilight, young and pretty and thin as a rail, her own hiking vest and shirt with a hole scorched at her left shoulder, her sports bra strap was gone. She was kept modest by a single thread. Those little wrists were wrenched above her head, and a tree’s low branch became a hook from which she hung. The bark popped and sloughed off the tree limb, curled and tied into a knot around both her wrists. The spell faded and she was left kicking and screaming, magenta spurts pathetically flying from her horn tip.

Cadence’s eyes were drawn up to his evil face, with his strong jaw and fetching cheekbones and rich, mouthwatering, wink-inducing stench. “Cadence, he’s a bull elk! They’re like deer, just bigger and stronger, with more magic in their antlers!”

“Thanks, teach!” she shot back. “What the fuck do I do to BEAT HIM?!”

That made the elk laugh, his breath was… kinda nice. Not foul like she expected, though not sharply minty or anything. “I was gonna muzzle her, but I want your little purple, what sister? I want her to scream. It’s cute, really.”

Down she went, Cadence’s world spinning as her body was tossed onto something soft. Her limbs responded at last, and as she put her palms out to get up, she realized there was a massive king size bed in the clearing, half shaded with high trees. The air was still, making his musk choking. Now that she could see down past his chest, the mare laid on her side, eyes devouring that veiny, hooded cock, no flare, though his cock head under the silky-skinned tip seemed to flare out like a helmet. Her horn sputtered, no magic, and a look up confirmed the tether was broken. “Stupid spell, anyway.”

“RUN, CADENCE! YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS! THIS IS MY DREAM!”

“No, Twilight,” she shouted back. “I’m the princess of love, you think I can’t take him?” she huffed, shivering, a fresh sweat making her own body glisten. She looked up to see him standing at the base of the bed, slowly cupping his twitching, rising cock, a bead of something white and sticky at the slit that began at the center of that pink head and went below the fucktube. “Oooooh I can take him.” She showed her teeth and snarled. “You might wanna look away, Twilight. Or do you wanna watch though the closet door, again?” Why was she saying this? She didn’t care, her entire body was on fire, hips swishing and flexing on their own. She whimpered, sure she would learn a new definition of sore after him.

“Cadence… no… I’m sorry.”

“We’ll make it through this,” she purred, getting onto her knees, palms touching his sweating abdomen, smiling as that ugly, smelly cock laid on her shoulder.

“I don’t do safe words,” he said, smiling down at her making her neck ache when his fist wrenched her head to the side with a shove on her horn.

She licked her teeth and stared up into his hot, bright eyes. “What’s a safe word?”

That was when steam puffed from his nostrils. She smiled wide, completely taken by surprise when that cock swung to crack her in the temple, making her black out. She came to laying on her side, gasping at the pain in her scalp when her hair, which was in the ponytail she used to wear back in her teen days, was yanked hard. She dug her nails into the beefy bicep holding her aloft, eyes fluttering before focussing on him. She touched a finger to her face and felt the aching fresh bruise, the tip of her finger coming away wet. She stared up into his eyes, tasting the precum his head left when he gave her his cockslap. It was vile. Rich, salty, not even Shining’s three day backup was this thick! She whimpered, clit winking so hard her eyes crossed.

“Open up,” he said, and Cadence obeyed, tongue on her chin, shaking as that tip laid on her cheek. He mopped it in like a short putt, she vacuum sucked his jaw-stretching head, lips pushing back his hood. She’d never seen one just like this. Her eyes closed and clutched his damp brown curls. Her tongue delved behind the helmet, the skin rolling back was snug on his flesh. He had a depository of fresh and old sweat so raw, so ripe it made her salivary glands fire up hard, as if she had just popped a sour candy in her mouth. Her flooding lips splashed around his flesh pole, soaking her shirt in fresh spit. She huffed and held her breath, testing her gag reflex, yep, still worked. She pushed on anyway, coughing, sending a spray of spit out her nostrils, it burned so bad her eyes watered.

She kept going, finding that when she tried to back off, his grip on her horn kept her still. There was a tingling pleasure from her forehead when he put tension on her magical spire that ran right down her spine, making that long tail hike and swish. She snorted a wet breath down through her nostrils and let him claim her throat, more like she went along with his yanking fist. Cadence dipped her shoulders and looked up, cupping her bulging neck, damn proud she could take this monster. Her jaw and lungs were on fire, this was definitely the biggest cock she’d ever throated, maybe even seen! Before she knew it, her nostrils were tickled, then buried, in his lap. She rolled her entire body. Candy tried to exhale to moan, but only coughed more sloppy snotty saliva from her stretched lips. It was impossible to keep her teeth from making contact, but it couldn’t be helped. She slapped his thighs, the universal symbol for mercy, but none came. He just jerked his hips back and yanked her down after, stroking six or so inches raw in her tight throat.

When she was sure she would lose her lunch, he yanked out, making her lurch and cough. A web of slop hung between her pink lips and his juicy, heavy, down-dangling cock, flexing up and belching a thimble of hot precum. She coughed and got a half breath before he used her mouth again. She let out a tiny moan of protest, but mister Elk wasn’t the generous type.

That’s why she squirted.

Cadence’s mare pussy clenched tight, winking hard against her soft panties, and out from her lips poured her wet orgasm. She fell on his cock, shaking, her entire upper body rolling back and forth as he used her sloppy throat. The mare was on the verge of blacking out, but to her astonishment, her lungs just kept burning. She should be out! She should be unconscious! Somehow, she wasn’t, instead doomed to suffer his beefy fuckrod for mintues on end.

Though she wasn’t just his throat toy. The elk yanked free and spanked his ugly dick over her bruised cheek, laughing at how she coughed and gagged, catching her throatslop in two cupped hands. Overflowing, her palms reached out to stroke the base she had left wet, making it drip great, bubbly, snotty stalactites of frothy saliva and precum. Some hit the bed, but most fell to her huge, soft breasts, squeezed in a sports bra under her thin whtie cotton shirt. “Ohfuck,” she rasped, opening to his prodding and taking him whole. Her displaced hands cupped his balls, squeezing firmly, massaging them with more vigor than Shiny liked, but the Elk just moaned out.

She wasn’t sure how long this lip service dragged on, time was funny in dreams, after all. The shade had gone away, the sun was directly overhead, and she baked in it’s glow. She came again and again without more than a gentle caress of her soaked cotton panties. The little mare was almost sad when mister Elk pulled his beefy cock free, those nuts tight to his body. Oh fuck yes! She screamed internally, rasping and gagging and coughing from her empty mouth. A flick of her tongue told her he had given her a few curly hairs in her teeth, coarse and annoying and why was it so hot!?

“Not fucking bad, you got a hell of a sister, purple one!” he snarled, laughing, tugging on his big fuckstick, engorged along it’s belly like a bloated whale. Cadence didn’t know she had hearts in her eyes, but she did know her throat was open to him, heaving and smiling and tongue out like a red carpet.

Her magic reached out, working now thanks to some mysterious rules she didn’t care to understand. Three slimy blue hands, hot and dripping magical lubricant, molested his snug sack, squeezing and juggling those tight balls. “Fucking give it to me!” she screamed from her raw throat. With glee, she saw the slime dripping from his tip thicken up, the underbarrel flexed, he let out a choked groan. It was all the warning she needed. Cadence sat up, his hand on her horn with a grip that was painfully tight. His first wad of disgustingly thick sperm slapped her across her muzzle, plenty of swimmers wiggling their way up her sinuses. She sneezed immediately, her eyes catching his next rope, thick as a broomstick. Candy sat still and took her punishing gift, a wash of white-yellow dicksnot, heavy and pressurized liquid lead that hurt it hit so hard, splattering where it hit. She took it, smiling and shrieking with glee.

He was done after an eternity, draining his balls all over her face. Cadence fell onto her back and panted, blind, her chest and belly getting the aftersplurts. “Fuck… oh fuck!” she shivered, fingers milking her pussy through her shorts and her panties, attacking her eager winking button, dragging orgasm number who knew how many out of her already achingly tired lips. But instead of post-squirt lethargy, her thundering heart and foggy head felt energized! She mopped his salty load off of her right eye, sampled it, coughed at the rich flavor, oh he needed pineapple, yessir. She chewed, needed to, and gulped before she could think to show off her full mouth. Cadence showed an empty maw on reflex, panting mouth beaming, unaware of the trio of curly brown hairs dotting her smile.

“Never came from a blowjob before,” he panted, thick, strong fingers peeling off her soft black pants.

“Gimme your number later,” she giggled, stroking her glistening inner thighs, her fuckme button jumping out to say hello. Cadence wiggled and bunched up some blankets under her head to watch him line up that telephone pole with her little pussy.

He laid his drooly tip on her entrance, ooooooh this was gonna hurt. “What number?” he asked. “What are you talking about?” She gasped as his hood was rolled back by her snug pussy. Oooooh that stung! She hissed and threw her head back, snorting more sperm into her nose on accident. Cadence coughed as he speared her pussy slowly, meeting her womb just after that raw head was inside. She glimpsed something purple behind her and closed her eyes, Twilight wasn’t important, she would get a chance to talk this over later-

The little pink princess was sure her womb was going to be shoved through her diaphragm. The shaking little fucktoy giggled as she felt his spit-soaked pubes mush against her thighs. “Ooooooh don’t worry, aaah oh fuck!” she whined. There was pain, discomfort, her entire body was being remodeled around him. She put her hooves on his belly, thighs pushing in a futile attempt to give her a chance to stretch around his fat dick and acclimate. She got no mercy. He began a slow push, making her spine arch, her breath pushed from her body, her guts were getting rearranged around his breeding shaft. Then he pulled back, slick as oil, she was panting at his slow, deep rhythm. Every inch was used, pulled to the entrance and injected back inside. In, out, not a chance to get used to it. Her tongue hung out of her mouth as she laid her head on the sheets, looking back despite herself. She saw her darling little Twilight- she would have had it worse, fifty pounds lighter, narrow hips had no chance. She smiled, giggling at her crying sister, eyes fluttering as her cunt stretched inward around his invading, conquering cock.

Her ass left the bed, her shirt pushed over her big, soft tits, bra as well. Out flopped her huge breasts, mauled by his sloppy hands, a crushing force that almost made her forget her pussy was being stretched to capacity and then some. She tried to stand, shoving her hooves on his chest, scooting back a bit. Then his huge fists came to her wide hips and CRASHED her down with a painful push! She shrieked in agony, then wailed as she squirted, splashing his chest. She just didn’t seem to empty!

Cadence’s hooves laid on his big chest now, she would be curling them behind Shiny’s neck at this position, normally. She cupped her tummy, eyes stinging when gooey spunk dripped into them, but she wanted to see what she was feeling. “Holy shit!” she breathed, shaking, her belly button was standing on the top of a tent! Her tummy was showing his long cock, pushing deeper than she’d ever felt! Was this a dream, could her body REALLY do this?! She felt her tongue dangle out of her lips and flop as he bucked balls deep, two inches and fast as a machine gun. The stupid elk was making her ass clap on his lap with a noisy wet percussion. She arched her back and let out a scream of glee, sucking tiny, short breaths, wailing as she just couldn’t stop cumming! Her belly muscles stopped working, her core was watery and she felt her breath slow to a tiny crawl, making her vision fade at the edges. She was suffocating all over again, cumming constantly and going out like a light in seconds.

Cadence came to when a heat flushed deep, deep inside. She was sure he was pouring raw, hot cream into her womb, her little babybag filling with his huge ropes of ballsnot. She snarled, one eye looking up, grinning a haughty, evil sneer at him. “Fuck you!” she hissed, giggling like a kitten. Her back twisted, his chest soaked in another squirting orgasm, she was bottomless, so was he, she just knew. She just KNEW!

Though it was a dream, she remembered, hugging his big body as he laid on her, she didn’t want any more. She was sated, she was smiling, suffocating this time in his rich fluffy fur around his neck. “Oh fuck yes,” she panted, biting his neck through the smelly fur up to her horn. He laughed on top of her, a feeling of pride and deep, soul-filling happiness flushed through her. She made him happy, she milked his big, evil, bad-guy dick, she felt like she had tamed the beast. She wanted this- every day, never wake up, Twilight!

He panted and held her, fingers caressing her sides. At last he sat up on his elbows and surveyed her soaked body, more his sweat than any other wetness, though plenty of squirt, cum, and her own perspiration had soaked through her coat and clothes. “Satisfied, big boy?” she squeaked, throat raw. Her horn flashed, tugging her top off completely to make a better crumpled cloth pillow.

He stood on his knees and drew his hips back, the helmet wrenching her sore lips open, letting her gaped pussy oooooze raw nut-sludge. “Ah… could probably go another round after a bit,” he huffed. “Never came twice in the same day, before. Think she wants some?”

“Who?” Cadence craned her neck and looked at who he was nodding at with those big antlers. “Twilight! Are you okay?!” She rolled onto her side below him and hissed, her entire body was hot, sticky,and sore, but her cunt was just- numb. She panted and laid on her side, magic uncurling that tree branch with ease. Twilight dropped to the forest floor and sat on the pine needles, rubbing her surely sore shoulders.

“I’m alright,” she whispered. “Are you?”

“Oh I’m great,” Cadence sighed, giggling, stroking mister Elk’s thick forearm as he stood on his hands and knees over her. “Juuuust fine, Twi. So you’ve met him?” she asked, grunting to sit up and caress his long antlers. He dipped his head, then laid beside her, bed creaking under his incredible weight. She let herself be little spoon in his warm embrace, smooching his chin behind her.

The smaller mare shook her head, curling her knees to her tiny chest.

“He’s not so bad, are you, mister Elk?”

“It’s Tula,” he whispered back, biting her ear, making her giggle. “And I’m not bad at all, I was just following orders. Besides, it’s breeding season, I figured you both wanted this.”

“Orders?” Twilight perked, not leaving her perch on the roots of the tree against which she leaned. “Whose orders?”

The elk let out a little burp, making Cadence giggle, fishing his limp, thick, hot dick through her milky thighs, keeping him nice and warm. “I don’t know. I fell asleep in the longhouse, like usual. When I woke up, well, I guess when my dream started,” he took a deep inhale and sighed. “Someone told me to come to the clearing and ‘do my natural duty’. She had this voice, it just…” His antlers glowed and pulled what looked like a mug made of wood, large enough to hold a gallon. He drank deep, spilling some cool water down his chin and into his saturated neck fur. “Sounded… commanding. I,” he yawned and laid back, hand around Cadence’s swollen tummy. “I never saw her. She spoke to me, it was dark, like my eyes were still closed. Then I opened them and I was in the forest by the stream, you two were here when I crossed it.” He closed his eyes and nuzzled into the back of Cadence’s soft, fragrant, and somewhat sweaty hair. The shadows were growing again in the opposite direction, and Cadence was glad to have a reprieve from the heat, though he was quite the space heater behind her. She stroked his thick arm and got cozy, looking up to Twilight, still in her little ball.

“And you don’t know any more?” Twilight said, voice flat, desperate to find out more, thoroughly uncomfortable. She regretted going so far right in front of Twilight like that, it was so awkward, but it was also the best sex she’d had in a while. Perhaps ever!

He yawned and put a hand on her breast, making her squeak, hand on the back of his as his fingers lazily fell into her bust. “No, but she did speak slow, like she was very proud of herself, maybe thought me and my kind are all idiots” he sighed again, speech slowing. Cadence knew he was spent and just wanted to hear him snore, he was so cute, smelled so ripe, she trembled she was so happy. But a glance to Twilight standing reminded her that she was on a mission.

“Don’t fall asleep, we’re not done asking you questions,” but it was no use. She used her magic and her muscles to shove his hand off her. The elk simply laid on his back, and sure as anything, began to snore. “Dammit. What do you think, Twilight? Think you’ll have these dreams again?”

The smaller mare sat on the earth beside the bed, avoiding the sloppy and depraved sight, her cute little muzzle twitching, tail flicking. She was a mare, just like any other, and if her nervous mind might not like it, she was in heat just like Cadence from the stench of him. She plucked hairs from her teeth as Twilight rubbed the back of her neck. “I don’t know. Perhaps breaking the cycle was enough. Perhaps…”

“Perhaps no-” Cadence coughed and out of her throat came a salty mouthful of raw spunk. She spat it out on the bed and leaned on her new friend, stroking his antlers.

“I need some water, too,” she yawned, wincing as she climbed off the foot of the bed, her hooves wouldn’t stop shaking, her legs refused to close, and from her open pussy lips fell a slimy waterfall of molten plastic thick yellow-white cum.

The newly-teenage Twilight helped Cadence with magic alone, clearly squeamish about touching her, understandably so. “But if he was possessed, or altered, or something, it was over when he… finished.”

“How he finished!” Cadence sighed, licking her teeth, coughing again as she touched his huge split hoof. “B-but yeah! It definitely was. Whatever was affecting him, I think it ran its course. Do you think we beat it, Twilight? Is that the end of this?”

The little teen shook her head, coming to stand with Cadence, looking over the nude buck, bull, whatever. Cadence saw her cupping her little lips through her shorts. “I hope so. He was the biggest. Something tells me we haven’t seen the last of him. Let’s get out of here.”

“Of course,” Cadence said, opening her arms for a hug, blushing and lowering her hands when she realized she was wearing more cum than Shiny could pump in a month. “Right. Safe with me, remember.”

Twilight smiled and rolled her eyes. “Just get us home, Candy.” The pink princess giggled and closed her eyes, horn reaching out, finding the tether dangling like a cut rope. She latched on with the same spell, it was a short walk back to the door.

Cadence gasped as she woke, sniffing and frowning. A touch to her lap showed that she had squirted hard, surely more than once. Twilight lifted her covers and immediately put them down. “Looks like it’s laundry day,” Cadence said, shaking her head, making her incredibly sexy sister giggle. “Feel any rested?”

Twilight frowned and shook her head no. “Still tired. Maybe laundry can wait a bit. How did you learn to do that? And are you okay with, was, was that cheating? Technically?”

“It wasn’t all in the closet, I can tell you that,” Cadence giggled, stretching her hands out far above and behind her, feeling her bra squeeze tight against her heavy chest. “And yes, Twilight, that mister elk seemed sweet. I’m sure where he’s from, that sorta sex is a lot less, ya know, taboo. He was just catching a body in the rye, if you’re into poetry.”

Twilight scoffed. “Wow, Cloper Burns, or were you quoting the novel?”

“Poem, believe it or not,” she winked. “What? I read books, too, nerd. Anyway, I’ve had my share of flings. I love Shining, but he wasn’t my first, Twilight. Since we’ve been married,” she sighed, looking away and trailing off. “I suppose I haven’t been completely faithful. It’s sort of a ‘I won’t ask if you don’t’ thing we have. You should hear some of the things he brags about after a few cocktails. Well, maybe you shouldn’t,” she chuckled, sad she didn’t have a stiff drink… and a cigarette after THAT! Candy shifted in her seat, she was sore, but not really, she could still feel that bull elk punishing her guts with none of the pain. She wanted to get home to her husband, and fast. A glimpse of Twilight and her little matchmaker in her was alarming.

Cadence closed her eyes and envisioned her bedroom, her nightstand drawer. A cute little similarly shaped toy showed itself in her memory, those exotic fantasy creatures called humans with mostly hairless bodies and sexy, floppy shafts. It teleported to her hands, and from her palm, Cadence tossed it on the bed. “Try this. I think you could use a good orgasm, Twilight. Trust me, I know a thing or two.” She stood and winked, blowing a kiss to her little sister in law, then strode out of the young princess’ bedroom.

“Cadence, what the fuck?!” She ignored it, simply waving goodbye without a look back. She strutted out and fixed her bunched up, soaked panties.

In the main hall, she found the stallion guard on duty, quickly shuffling to attention. “Don’t tell a soul anything you might have heard,” she whispered in his ear, leaving him with a lick on the cheek and a swat of her long, fragrant tail over his face. She strutted off, feeling more sexually satisfied than she had in quite some time.

That night, she milked Shining Armor until he couldn’t cum anymore.