Sometimes, Sunset hated Equestrian magic.

Oh sure, she was from the place it came from, and obviously she had strong emotional ties to that place.

But still. Equestrian magic, particularly on Earth?

Kinda fuckin' sucked.

"Mufufufufu! The dolls want to play war do they? Well I can give you war!"

Like, for example, right Sun-damned now.

Sunset groaned.

The whole rigamorole of 'blossoming young woman turned power-crazy mana-demon' was so trite at this point. It was textbook, really.

Take a teenage or college girl, with all the emotional and hormonal baggage that entailed. Sprinkle in some insidious insecurities. Add a toss of wild Equestrian magic, and bam!

You had a fucking problem on your hands.

Sunset didn't really know what this one's problem was. Usually, they would get some clue or tip-off, an interaction before shit hit the fan, that could lead to an understanding and ultimately, resolution. This time, she'd gotten a text from Rainbow with the address, video attachment, and 'Get your hot ass over here right now."

Oh well. Sunset never minded a good challenge.

She and the girls had ponied up, and currently encircled said challenge outside one of downtown Canterlot City's local art museums. Whatever particular brand of crazy she was, Sunset had to guess. Though judging by the especially skimpy, ostentatious magical girl get-up complete with painter's smock and the shards of stained glass she was summoning, she guessed an artist of one kind or another. The specific choice of battlefield probably had something to do with that as well. Probably.

The villain sent three of the shards, each large as window panes, hurtling towards Rarity. In the nick of time she pulled up a crystal lattice shield, and the bullets shattered on impact.

Sunset took stock of the field, trying to figure out her best angle of attack. Rainbow had been encased in a hardened shell of multi-colored clay, which Applejack was busy punching into dust. Fluttershy had been glued to a wall by strands of paint, and Pinkie was...

Using the attacks to make arts and crafts.

Sunset slapped her forehead. To quote humanity - Jesus Christ, what did she ever do to deserve this?

Actually, nevermind, scratch that. She did a lot of pretty bad things to deserve this.

Out of everyone, Twilight was the only person who seemed to have a plan, assuming her judgement was correct. She was using her magic to keep her concealed, though someone with the eye for it could make out her silhouette edging closer. What she planned on doing once she was close enough to the latest magic demon girl of the week, that Sunset couldn't guess.

"Oh! A new friend has arrived."

The demon in question turned her eyes on Sunset. They were framed by deep purple eyeshadow, the irises themselves a blinding array of rainbow spectra. It matched well with her cream-colored skin, and her long brown braids, rainbow towards the ends as though they were fine brushes dipped in paint.

That really wasn't what Sunset was focusing on, though.

She felt heat rise to her cheeks and loins alike, and she had no doubt her caramel complexion had turned red as her hair.

The girl, whoever she was, was absolutely stacked. Upon further inspection, Sunset was beginning to doubt she was a girl at all, but rather a woman. Her features were soft, creased with age. Her figure was proportioned up to the stratospheres of lewdness, but her short-cut, splattered painter's smock could not conceal the protrusion of plump, motherly pudge.

So. It was evil MILFs now, huh?

She wasn't going to complain about that. At least it was a change of pace.

Between her legs, Sunset throbbed.

Alright. On second thought, she could definitely complain.

"Sunset!"

"Huh?"

Stupidly, she looked down and away from the mad artist. Seeing nothing she returned her gaze, just to steal another little glance at those gorgeous curves.

And only then noticed the glass streaking right towards her.

Before they could impact, a blue blur shoved her aside. She hit the marble steps with a terrible wheeze, but the pain of stone on her back was surely better than the sword-length fragment that skewered her previous position.

"Ugh," she groaned. "Thanks, Dash."

If the speedster heard her, she was already gone.

Getting up on unsteady feet, Sunset's head swam. The combination of the shove, the impact, and too much blood rushing from up to downstairs put her out of the game.

Just as well. The other girls were wrapping up the fight. Twilight had snuck up on the MILFy witch successfully, binding her limbs and pulling her to the ground. The rest hovered into position, and Sunset scrambled to join them.

"I'm here, I'm here! Sorry," she panted.

Levitating with them, it was a simple matter of procedure. Lights, rainbows, harmonize. Easy as.

In the demon's place was an older woman of the same coloring, though decidedly less regal and imperious looking. She was on her hands and knees, shaking her head, and apologizing profusely.

"It's okay," soothed Fluttershy. "You're not the first one this has happened to."

"I... I was just so tired of being unrecognized. I put so much effort into my work. I see so many others with such beauty and talent, and it's almost always the lowest of the low that rises to the top. And when I found this brush, it just, it spoke to me."

Fluttershy shushed her, stroking her back. The sight was an odd one to observe, a barely legal teen comforting a grown woman old enough to be her mother.

Which reminded Sunset. That woman was pretty hot. Which reminded her further, that she was pretty horny.

She turned tail to leave, but before she could a firm, sun-bronzed hand stopped her.

"Now just where do ya'll think yer goin'?"

"Yeah," Dash said. "You almost got merc'ed there, dude. What's up with you recently?"

"I'm sorry, I just got... distracted. Lots on my mind, haven't gotten a lot of sleep recently. A-anyway, I gotta go. I've got dinner plans tonight."

Before any of her friends could interject, Sunset ran off. She looked behind her to see if Rainbow was chasing after, thankful to see the group shrugging and returning to the defeated woman.

Except Applejack. She knew a lie when she heard one, and her emerald glare followed her all the way to the corner.

Whatever. Not important. The strain in her jeans was growing worse by the second. She didn't know how much longer they'd hold out before they simply split in two.

A quick sprint away she found a side entrance into the building - just what she needed. She surveyed her surroundings first to make sure no one would catch her, then followed the signs. Several heart-pounding moments later, she breathed a sigh of relief in the safety of an empty restroom.

Shutting the door, she frantically made to unzip her pants. After fumbling with the zipper she managed to loosen things enough she could pull the garment down.

FWUMP.

What came flopping out was another reason Equestrian magic seriously pissed her off. She and Princess Twilight had discussed the possibility of what it meant, which was certainly good knowledge to have. Knowing how it started though didn't exactly make the problem stop being a problem.

The only thing that could fix it - temporarily - was a lot of time and patience.

Oh, and jerking her thick, meaty, turgid horsecock raw. That was important too.

With equal irritation and anticipation, she grasped the broad root of her mottled equine length. As though it possessed a mind of its own it lurched in her grip, the flare splaying out and spilling pre onto the floor, like it thought it was about to breed some nice, fertile hole.

"Not today, buddy. Not today."

When she wasn't aroused it wasn't difficult to hide, being sheathed and all. But the moment that beast began to slither its fat self out, those hopes went straight out the window.

Because fucking Tartarus it was big.

She was a big girl, easily the tallest of her friends, so it looked marginally more proportional on her. Proportions though could only do so much with a shaft about as tall as the average two-liter soda bottle, and near as thick as a can.

Slowly, methodically, she began to work herself. Her grip started light, motions patient, but with each passing stroke she became more feverish. Within a few moments she was panting, red-faced, eyes closed and imagining herself plowing some warm human pussy, or more preferrably a nice, juicy marecunt.

One hand to stabilize herself against the wall, the other a furious blur from root to medial ring, she could feel her orgasm approaching. Her balls tightened, a leathery sack containing heavy orbs swollen with equine seed to match her endowment. Stars, if she could knock up a pretty mare right about now.

The thought of Principal Celestia with a set of pony ears, tail, and a winking horsecunny presenting herself bent across the desk sent her over. A throaty moan escaped her lips, lasting as long as the ropes of potent shespunk shot into the water.

Once she finished catching her breath, she flushed and zipped herself up. Her predicament was returning to hibernation.

From experience, she knew it wouldn't last. The beast could sleep only so long before it reared its broad, throbbing head once again.

For the time being, it was satisfied, and she could go back home. As long as she didn't think any sexy thoughts, like Fluttershy's enormous, jiggly, fat, creamy rack wrapped around her hard, throbbing, alpha-

Bzz bzz.

She snatched the phone from her pocket and sighed.

Twilight: Are you okay?
Twilight: You've been running off a lot lately. If you need to talk about something, we're always here for you.
Twilight: Or, you could just talk to me if that makes you feel any better.
Twilight: I don't mean to push you or anything. Sorry if it feels like that.
Twilight: I'll shut up now.

Sunset chuckled and typed out her response.

'Don't worry about it. I'm fine. Just dealing with some... difficulties in my life I would rather not talk about.'

Elipses appeared at the bottom of the screen, flicking in and out, over and over. Finally, she got a reply.

Twilight: Alright. Sorry, again.

She left it at that and sighed.

They knew. Not about the 'big horny horsedong' problem, but about her constantly avoiding and bullshitting them. It didn't help they were all friends with benefits, and her recent absence from participating had not gone unnoticed.

She'd have to face the music, eventually. But not yet, motherfucker!

That was future Sunset's problem, and fuck future Sunset, right?

Right.

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