Such Lovely Dreams

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.