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On the front porch of the Sparkle family household, Sunset Shimmer stood uneasy. She stared intently at the front door with the kind of intensity that could set fires, seriously considering whether or not it was a good idea to go inside.

It wouldn't be difficult to ditch her friends. Send out a quick and dirty group text and let them know she'd forgotten previously unforementioned plans.

Did it feel gross? Absolutely, but she knew the directions these events tended to go. Nudity was a guarantee, and Sunset wasn't quite ready to drop the pants and reveal the foot-ish long stallionhood she'd been packing for nearly a month now.

But realistically, how much longer could this game last? She might be able to keep the ruse up for a bit longer, but it had to end at some point.

Besides. There wasn't any reason to suspect this sleepover was anything more than a little casual fun with the girls. If circumstances progressed, Sunset would just pretend to be sick in the bathroom like Grad Night.

She cringed at the memory. Not her most shining moment.

There was one teensy, eensy little problem with that plan, though.

This particular sleepover?

It wouldn't be for a night.

Or a weekend.

But three weeks.

Recently, Twilight's parents had informed their daughter they would be taking an extended 'anniversary get-away' after her graduation. Thus, they left the home in her capable hands. Rainbow and Pinkie thought it made the perfect opportunity for an extended post-grad party of their own. The typically shy, introverted Twilight took some cajoling, but she eventually got permission from her folks. From there, the deal was sealed.

Spike volunteered to join the couple as well. Sunset could imagine a few reasons why. He didn't really care, but everyone else felt understandably uncomfortable having a walking, talking, sentient dog around when the lights went out and the shirts came off.

Sunset closed her eyes, heaved a great sigh, and decided to grow a damn pair.

A mental one, obviously. She already had the physical part down pat.

Ultimately, she had to face the music - be that today or tomorrow. Heck, maybe she was overblowing the whole thing. She'd managed to keep her not so little secret hidden for this long. What was three weeks more?

Suffice it to say, any such hopes right up and fucking died the moment she opened that door.

All six girls sat at attention, heads turning in sync as she stepped inside. Across the wide living room several spacious futons had been arranged, spread between the typical fare of sofas and armchairs. Last, a large plastic table rest against the wall, near the fireplace.

She took note of its contents. Packed with enough baked goods and homemade sweets to fill an army, this was Pinkie and AJ's work, no doubt.

Guilt clawed at her chest. There were two reasons and two alone they'd make so much - large gatherings, or stress.

Yeah. Sunset knew an intervention when she saw one.

"Sunset! It's good to see you."

Judging by the way Twilight greeted her, Sunset might have fooled herself into believing otherwise. After a quick embrace far too close for comfort, she returned to the group. Silently, she thanked Celestia for loose pajamas.

"So..." she began.

She did not continue.

This was off to a terrible start. Nobody, including her, seemed to know what to say. They shuffled on their feet silently, looking to anyone else to get the ball rolling. But no one did.

"Okay. Fuck it. I'm just gonna ask now. Is this an intervention?"

Rarity was the first one to respond. With a feigned look of shock and a pale hand to her soft lips she gasped. "Why, whatever do you mean darling? This is just a sleepover, nothing more, nothing less!"

Beside her, Rainbow rolled her eyes. Sunset did her best not to pay attention to the girl's exposed physique. Between her sports bra and shorts, there was very little of her tight, fit, olive-tone form left to the imagination. "C'mon Rare, don't lie to her."

"Yeah." The comment came from Applejack, whose choice for sleepwear was decidedly more concealing. It didn't do much for Sunset though, who knew the muscular, bottom-heavy vision of sunkissed farm gal beauty lie just beneath. Beyond the shadow of her stetson and straw blonde hair, she glowered, emerald eyes narrowed in Sunset's direction. "Even if she's been lyin' ta us."

Fluttershy came to her defense, hands crossed above her jiggling bosom. "You shouldn't be so quick to judge, Applejack. We don't know why she's been acting the way she has. She might have a perfectly explainable reason."

Pinkie pouted. Her chubby cheeks were pulled down in a most pathetic, pitious look Sunset had ever seen. Immediately, without knowing what she was going to say next, Sunset mentally kicked herself.

"A good reason for abandoning our graduation party, huh? My baking wasn't that bad, was it?"

Sunset sighed into her hands. "No, no Pinkie, your baking is always amazing. Listen, there's something I haven't been telling you all about. Just... give me a sec to get my thoughts together, okay?"

Twilight laid a hand on Sunset's shoulder and squeezed. "Take as much time as you need."

Sitting on the nearest armchair, Sunset crossed her legs. Pointedly, she averted looking at any of her friends. It wouldn't do to get excited now - not from Rarity's heaving, mammoth tits, Fluttershy's even fatter ones, Pinkie's adorably jiggly curves, Rainbow's rock-hard thighs, AJ's apple-shaped booty, Twilight's smaller, though no less delicious bubble butt...

She was shaken to reality by the sensation of cool drool touching her chin. She quickly wiped it away, hoping nobody noticed.

She breathed in, then out, slow and steady like Celestia taught her. Usually those techniques were for managing her anger, but they came in handy the few occasions anxiety reared its ugly face.

"Does anybody remember the Friendship Games? You know what, stupid question. Of course you do. More specifically, Twilight. Do you remember when you were Midnight, and I reached out to you?"

Blushing, Twilight nodded. "I do. I could never forget it."

"Well, I think when that happened to me. When I... changed like that, it did something. Or started something, more accurately. It hasn't posed a problem until recently, but-" Now it was Sunset's turn to blush. Her tan cheeks darkened a shade closer to her hair. "It's just a theory that Princess Twilight and I talked about. I haven't gotten the opportunity to test it yet by going through the portal. But essentially, the idea is, that was the moment I ascended to become an alicorn."

"A whozzuwut now?" Applejack asked.

"Right, sorry. You wouldn't know. An alicorn is a special kind of pony that exists in Equestria. Only the most powerful embodiments of magic can attain the status, and in terms of Equestrian history only four exist. Five, if it turns out we're correct."

"I don't mean to come across rude, darling, but none of that explains what an alicorn actually is."

"Right." Blushing deeper, Sunset cleared her throat. "Ponies are divided into three distinct tribes - earth, unicorns, and pegasi. Then you have alicorns, who are meant to symbolize, represent, and embody all forms of ponykind, possessing the strength and natural bonds of the earth ponies, the spellcasting abilities of the unicorns, and the flight and weather magic of the pegasi. In so far as representing all ponykind, they also represent, both, uh... A-ahem. Sexes."

Pinkie raised her hand. "Does that mean you have a horse penis?"

"U-uhm."

Rainbow looked at the girls beside her, then smirked. "Dude. Is that all you've been hiding from us? That's kinda hot."

"Weird!" Pinkie exclaimed. "But hot."

Sunsett just sorta... stared.

"M-may I see it?"

Fluttershy leant forwardds, hiding her face behind pink curtains. The yearning, pleading look in her teal eyes and the strain her sweater puppies put against her turtleneck was near enough to make Sunset pop a stiffie right on the spot. Princess above, what she'd give to wrap her mouth around one of those swollen udders and just fucking milk it dry-

"No" Sunset blurted.

Immediately, Fluttershy appeared crestfallen.

"I-I mean, not yet. I haven't finished."

Disappointed, but nodding, Fluttershy leant back. Sunset continued.

"We're not completely sure why the changes didn't take effect immediately after the Games, or why I wasn't an alicorn on the other occasions that I crossed over. Best conclusion we've come to is the ascension was more long-term because I'm a human, and on Earth, instead of a pony in Equestria."

Twilight raised another hand. Chin downcast, she looked anywhere but Sunset, her chocolate skin somehow turning shades darker. "Does this mean, whenever my counterpart has crossed over, she's had... a..."

"Yes."

Furiously, Twilight fanned herself.

"Point is, I'm probably an alicorn, and having all the attributes an alicorn has brings with it... other associations. Like puberty. And rutting season."

A collective look of understanding slowly worked its way across the crowd. Everyone gave her a sympathetic glance.

"One puberty is awful enough. I could not begin to imagine how terrible it's been for you going through a second one, dear."

Twilight adjusted her glasses. "And a magical one at that."

"So yeah. That's why I've been running off all the time. Worst thing is, when I get horny, I just... poof! Pony up, completely out of my control, and it doesn't go away until I've 'taken care' of things."

Fluttershy twiddled her thumbs. "And you have been taking care of yourself, right?"

"Mhm. It's never enough, though. I'll get relief for an hour or two, but then I have to find somewhere to relieve myself again. Sometimes even that doesn't help." She didn't explain further, but Sunset remembered with perfect clarity the handful of heated afternoons spent fucking her fleshlight like a wild animal.

"Maybe," Twilight interjected. "That's on purpose. Biologically, I mean. You're going through a second puberty, and you also mentioned it's estrus in Equestria, right?"

Sunset nodded.

"Perhaps your body needs something... more."

Pinkie shouted, "Like pussy!"

"Yes, Pinkie. Like, uhm. Pussy. But I'm not sure it's a great idea to push things that far yet. We don't know how this works, and considering it's Equestrian magic, who knows what it could do."

"Well whaddya'll proposin', then? Can't right leave our gal strugglin' like this."

"Give me a moment. I do have a solution in mind." Beaming, Twilight stood up. "I'll be back momentarily! Everyone sit tight."

While they waited, AJ spoke up. "Y'know, sugarcube. If ya'll were afraid 'a showin' us yer thing you really oudln'ta be. Ah'm a farmer. Ah've seen plenty 'a equine equipment in mah time."

Fluttershy concurred. "I take care of animals, so, uhm. You know..."

"I've only ever seen 'em in porn," Dash mentioned. "You'd be surprised how much stuff there is out there of hot chicks with giant horse dicks, seriously."

"Besides, Sunset darling, we've all been 'having fun' with one another for a while now. We were never going to judge you. And if I must say myself, ahem." Rarity flushed. "I wouldn't have minded a peek at such an... eccentricity."

Pinkie grinned. "Me six?"

"Whatcha mean 'six'? Ah don't think Twi's expressed any interest yet."

"plbbbtt, puh-lease, Applejack. Everyone knows Twilight is down bad, even more than Flootybooty over there. Just take a look at their browser history."

Fluttershy's eyes widened. "Huh-wha"

"Pinkie leaned forward, whispering loud enough for everyone to hear. "It's always the quiet ones."

"Anyway!" Sunset smiled. "Thank you for understanding. Thinking about it I don't know why I was so afraid of telling you guys, but y'know what they say about hindsight."

Just then, Twilight came in. Stretched over her hands were blue latex gloves, with which she had paired one of her many lab coats. In one hand she held a large metal bucket, in the other a box filled with more of the same glove pairs. Wordlessly she came by, stooping in front of Sunset, and placed the bucket on the floor.

"I figured we could all take turns milking youu-"

"M-milking me? I'm not a cow, Twilight." Sunset wasn't sure whether to be turned on or offended.

Then the image of herself on all fours, dressed only in cowprint with horns and a bell entered her head.

Turned on it was.

"No, you're not, but do you want me to get super technical about it? How's this instead - 'using my hands to extract semen from your equine penis'. Is that better?"

"Fine, point taken."

"Thank you. Like I was saying," she turned away, gesturing to the girls. "We'll each take our turns with Sunset. Once we've collected enough samples, I'll take it into my lab and run a few diagnostic tests. I have equipment designed for scanning both Earth technology and Equestrian magic, so I'm hoping I can determine whether or not it's safe to make full contact with Sunset's... you know. Does anyone have objections?

The girls exchanged looks between each other, and one after the other shook their heads.

"Perfect!" Rounding back on Sunset, Twilight glimmered with excitement. She wondered if that was Twilight's science brain speaking, or her horny brain. "Sunset, would you mind stripping for me?"

"N-not a problem," she replied, red-faced. Her shirt came first, followed by her bra. Next to go were the pants, which exposed the bulging front of her panties. Despite being sheathed its general outline was visible, as were the two hefty orbs packed beneath.

She heard each of her friends' breaths hitch. Having come this far, not wanting to disappoint them now, she hooked her thumbs into the strings of her underwear. Then, slowly, she dragged them down and peeled them off.

"My word," gasped Rarity.

"Sheesh, how big are those things?"

"'Least the size 'a one 'a mah apples, that's fer sure."

These comments and more arrived at Sunset's ears. She tried to ignore them, but it didn't do much goOod.

"I, uh," she sputtered, burning with embarrassment. "Kinda difficult getting in the mood when I feel so on the spot."

Twilight grinned. "Oh, not to worry! I have just the idea to fix that."

Twilight turned, shrugging off her coat. Sunset couldn't help but wonder why she even put it on in the first place if she was gonna do that, but whatever.

Twilight seized Rainbow by the shoulders, earning an ilicit squeak as lips met lips. The athlete's brief protest died in her throat and their tongues collided, hands pulling away clothes and searching for supple curves.

Soon Both were naked, and the others got the message quickly. Pinkie paired up with AJ, and Rarity with Fluttershy. Each of them gradually undressed one another, moaning, kissing, slurping, biting. Skin of all colors ground against skin, from Rarity's milky smoothness to Twilight's dusky darkness, Pinkie's peachy olive and Fluttershy's bronze.

No one pair of girls lasted for long before breaking off, often with strands of drool from lower and upper lips alike. Sometimes two would gang up around one, or the whole group would find a way to twist their lewd bodies together. The scent of sex was strong in the room, and the sounds about as debauched as one might expect from a mass lesbian orgy.

It did the trick for Sunset's libido. Gone was her anxiety, and in its place was a roaring desire to fuck. Slowly at first, but picking up speed, her mocha brown horsecock pushed itself from the sheath, flare blooming, cumslit dribbling. With every thump against her chest, ruby lust flowed, thickening, stiffening, burgeoning it to its full and glorious length.

Panting, Twilight pulled her mouth off Pinkie's cunt with a wet pop. The chubby party girl whined at the sudden lack of attention to her aching clit, but Rarity soon pushed herself into Twilight's place. Even as the remaining five thoroughly engaged themselves in heaping quantities of sin, all glazed, lusty eyes were on Sunset.

Striding to stand before her, Twilight pulled on her coat once again. Other than her glasses, it was the only article of clothing that covered her perky form. She squat down, pulled out a bottle of lube from her front pocket, and upended it over the turgid beast. The contact of cool liquid with her hot-blooded member caused a shiver and a twitch, but Twilight's warm, juice-slicked gloves were upon her soon enough.

"As much as I'd like to, hahh, push the experiment forward... this is... just a handjob. F-for now at least, until I can run the proper tests."

Sunset nodded, digging her nails into her palms without any other recourse. This served as the unspoken permission Twilight needed to start, interlacing both digits around her base and dragging it up to the ridge of her flare.

"Would you believe I've never actually touched a penis before?" she asked, looking up at Sunset with those adorable, amethyst eyes. If she were allowed to she'd see what those eyes would do if she shoved her whole mast down Twilight's throat right then and there, but she had more self control than that.

"R-really? I, mmph. I figured you'd have done something with Timber."

Twilight stuck out her tongue. "No. I realized pretty quickly I didn't actually like men. That was around the same time us seven started having sex, so I'd say it all worked out. It's not that I don't like dicks, mind you. I mean, obviously." She squeezed Sunset's tip for emphasis, which earned her a healthy glob of pre in the bucket. "Or I wouldn't be doing this right now. I just don't usually like what they're attached to. Luckily in your case,"

She laughed and winked. "I very much do."

Sunset laughed back. Or she tried to, but it turned into a throaty groan about halfway through. WIthout her conscious input her hips rolled, nothing that would risk making contact with Twilight's face, but enough to satisfy Sunset's need for movement.

"I-I'm surprised you're this good, then. Your hands feel like magic."

Rarity, wiping her face clean of Pinkie's orgasm, chimed in. "That may have more to do with your sensitivity than Twilight's skills, I'd imagine. As someone who has had quite a deal of experience with certain protuberances, it takes practice and knowledge to please someone to the fullest. Not, I might add, anywhere near as much as this-"

She opened her lips and dove in against Pinkie's folds. Her tongue became an invisible blur, and Pinkie squirted for the second time on the spot. "But the skill is not one to be underestimated."

"Slut," Rainbow jeered.

From behind, Applejack squeezed one of her pert breasts, her other hand finding a home between her thighs. Rainbow gasped, and thrashed against the farmm girl's attention.

"Ah'd not go 'round callin' the kettle black when yer a right sexy pot, Dashie."

Fluttershy and Pinkie, catching her breath post-climax, both giggled.

Sunset could sense her own orgasm coming on - the familiar pressure, the building tension. Twilight seemed to recognize this as well, taking her cock by the root and pointing it firmly towards the bucket's bottom. Her grip tightened, her strokes becoming faster, faster, faster still until Sunset was actively bucking her hips and moaning.

And with a loud, whorish whinny, she came. As cum erupted from her flare, slamming into the bucket with enough force Twilight leant back to avoid getting any on her, she ponied up. Her ears shifted to those of an Equestrian's, fluffy and golden. Her hair lengthened, and a vigor that was not present before settled inside her core.

Breathing hard, her chest rose and fell harshly with the last few errant twitches of her stallionhood. Her nuts, pulled up against her crotch, disgorged one final spurt of shestallion spunk into the bucket. Down there, no metal was visible, only the off-white, viscous bubbling liquid of her seed.

"That... was... the best orgasm... I've had in weeks.."

Gasping between each pause, Sunset fell back onto the chair. Her eyelids fluttered, ears twitching, watching Twilight.

"You... certainly gave me a lot to work with. I think-" Twilight stopped, but did not continue. Her nostrils flared, and her attention shot to the jizz steaming away in the bucket.

Long, deep, inhaling whiffs filled the space between them. Her bright amethysts dulled somewhat, glazing over. Her rich chocolate skin deepened to a ruddy brown, and throughout it she could not stop sniffing.

"Twilight, are you-"

Sunset wanted to ask if she was okay, but she never got the chance. In a frenzy Twilight ripped her gloves off, scooped two handfuls of gooey sludge, and brought it to her face. She moaned, burying herself in the sticky mess, and audibly schlorped it down. When she finished licking off her hands of as much cream as she could get, she picked up the bucket, tipped it over, and let the whole of its contents guzzle down her throat.

And with every slutty, groaning 'glug', Sunset's prick throbbed further back to erection.

"Holy shit," Dash muttered. "I'm not sure if that's the hottest or grossest thing I've ever seen."

Pinkie gave a gigglesnort. "No reason it can't be both!"

Oh my stars, will you guys shut up already? This is bad. This is really, really bad."

Why, what ever do you mean, Sunny dear? Our friend Twilight seems to be enjoying herself very much."

As if on cue, Twilight finished drinking down all of Sunset's load. Her parted lips showed a mouth filmed with semen, strings and strands connecting the roof to her tongue. She broke them, and dragged her tongue along her puckered, cream-coated lips.

"Yes, I- Plans have changed. The tests can go fuck themselves. This is my personal experiment now."

Before Sunset could ask her what exactly she meant by that, Twilight answered by grabbing her cock. She wasted no time in kneeling, bringing herself to between Sunset's spread legs, and shoving the head into her greedy maw.

Sunset groaned, and her pelvis lifted involuntarily off the seat. A series of wet, guttural gags and choking noises rumbled out of Twilight's straining throat. Sunset could feel the muscles of her esophagus trying to push her back out, but the girl herself was determined. She pushed her head down, using her grip on Sunset's length as leverage, but couldn't get more than a few inches deep.

Sunset could hardly blame her. As she herself had admitted, Twilight had never handled a cock before, let alone some massive equine monster like Sunset's. That she could fit the flare alone was impressive.

What Twilight lacked in ability however, she made up for in enthusiasm. While she could only fit so much of Sunset in her mouth, her tongue and lips provided more than enough pleasure. Utilizing her skills from eating out pussy more times than any of them could count, it flicked and lashed against her slit, pushing against the urethra, or tracing lines clockwise and counter around the rim of Sunset's flare. Her lips, soft and pillowy, sealed vacuum-tight around her girth, hollowing out Twilight's cheeks in a way that made her look sluttier than the nerdy, glasses-wearing girl had any right to.

And what portion of her shecock she could not throat, she pumped with her hands. Without the gloves her touch was warmer, more intimate, made her pulse all the harder.

Behind her, the girls had mostly stopped playing with themselves. There was some fingering or nipple-twisting, but that was about it. Every pair of eyes observed the two, some hiding their thirst better than others. Pinkie, unsurprisingly, hid it the worst, openly drooling and pushing her fingers beneath her peachy pudge to tease and rub her aching mound.

Sunset was especially sensitive having cum so recently. It wasn't a surprise then that her second peak was fast approaching.

Her hips rose from the chair. In horny desperation she grasped for Twilight's hair. Nails sank into her scalp, digits curling around her skull, and she forced her down. Twilight's eyes widened and she sputtered, choking something fierce, but Sunset was stronger. Her thrusts turned manic, balls slapping wetly at Twilight's quivering chin.

She got her as far as the medial ring. It served as the bump in the road Twilight could not overcome, but this was agreeable. By that point, Sunset was dumping her love straight down Twilight's gullet, anyway.

Trembling, Sunset released her hold. Twilight pulled back immediately, coughing and gurgling through bloated cheekfuls of Sunset's marespunk. She swallowed what she could, but more dribbled down her chin in goopy globs. Adding to the mess was the remainder of Sunset's tapering load, which streaked itself across Twilight's face and chest in viscous, clinging streamers.

Twilight's face scrunched up in disgust. She cleared much of the sheen covering her face with a hand, licking what she came back with, but removed her glasses.

"You could have told me you were going to cum on my face before you did it," she scolded, waggling a finger. She produced a cleanwipe from another coat pocket, and daintily scrubbed at the dirty lenses.

"Sorry, babe. Kinda hard to warn you when I'm in the middle of doing it. Also," she pointed out. "You pulled off my dick, I didn't pull out of your mouth. So if it's anyone's fault, it's probably yours."

The look Twilight gave her made it clear how much of a mistake that was to say. But after rolling her eyes and squeezing her shaft perhaps a bit too hard, nails included, she stood up and stood aside.

"Who's next?" she asked, looking to the group.

Sunset was sure Pinkie would be the first in line. Before she had the opportunity, Fluttershy gained a look of fierce determination she had never seen in the typically quiet, gunshy girl. She stepped forward, honey-glazed melons bouncing with every step, and sank to her knees.

"Fluttershy, I-"

"Shut it," she growled.

Sunset did.

Swallowing hard, she watched the most stacked member of their friends group cup her heaving tits. She released them inches above Sunset's jutting pillar, and they fell against her crotch with a resounding, meat-wobbling 'PLAP!'

"You don't get to cum until I say you do, got it?"

"U-uh."

"I said - got it?"

Sunset nodded frantically. "Y-yes ma'am."

"Good."

Fluttershy's lips broke into a wicked grin. The expression was one she never would have expected to see on her, but damn if she didn't pull it off.

The squeeze around her shaft, right below the flare, made Sunset wince. Pain was mixed with pleasure as Fluttershy's tongue dragged across her tip, rewarding her efforts with a thick dollop of pre-cream. Greedily, Fluttershy slurped it up, and shifted her hands from Sunset's staff to the pillows encompassing them.

They were warm, and heavenly soft. There wasn't much lube to go around to slick the cleavage up for a proper titfuck, but her own productive nutfactories saw to the correction of that. Gout after gout of heady pre-cum oozed out and down her flare, spread by the rhytmic bouncing of Fluttershy's chest.

Within moments her breasts were wettened to moist perfection, forming a hot cleavagepussy so inviting it seemed more from a dream than real life. That dream, real or not, she sank into happily. Tension she hadn't known was there fled her, muscles unwinding, her whole body swallowed up by the comfy chair's cushions.

In that moment, as Fluttershy squished and rubbed the sticky skin of her tits against her aching pole and lavished it with bites and kisses, Sunset wondered if she'd died and gone to heaven.

The harsh, backhanded smack to her cock told her she definitely hadn't. Fluttershy glared up at her, prickhead throbbing dangerously close to her eye.

"No cumming until I said so, remember? Or else I might have to keep you all to myself."

The broad, toothy smile that split Fluttershy's face told Sunset she really, really did not want that.

Or she really, really fucking did.

It was one or the other. Maybe both? Very possibly, potentially both.

In a squeaking whimper that sounded decidedly un-Sunset, she reaffirmed her pledge.

Several more orgasms were allowed to build, but were snuffed out before she could reach them. Somehow, Fluttershy could tell every time when she was at the edge, far enough to make her squirm, but not too far she lost control and came. It was torture, a slow agonizing torture that for her felt like hours. Logically she knew it couldn't have been that long, if for no other reason than the other girls would have gotten fed up and demanded their turn first.

When the next climax built, Sunset expected Fluttershy to deny her out of hand.

Instead, she snapped Sunset to attention with her fingers, held her gaze, and uttered one, glorious word:

"Cum."

She didn't need to be told twice. Her stomach muscles clenched, and her ass lifted inches off the seat. Fluttershy's head thrust downwards, impaling herself upon the spear as it shot salvos of molten ammunition down her throat.

"Gluk, gluk, gluk, gluk... Ahhh~"

Fluttershy's reprieve was brief. In the time it took for another rope to fire into the air, arching over her head and landing somewhere nearby, she closed the distance once again. She swallowed with the sort of ferocity one might expect of a parched, weary desert traveler, but her thirst was not for water, oh no.

It was for Sunset's huge, sticky, burbling ballbatter.

Sunset should really have told the girls about her dick sooner, if this was the sort of sex she could've been having.

Once Fluttershy got her fill, waddling off to sit by Twilight's side to rub their stuffed bellies, Rainbow sped in.

Expectedly, she wasted no time in getting down to business. No prelude, no warm-up, not even a word uttered from her lips. Those, she'd decided, were put to better use massaging the hole-plugging, cunt-stretching girth of her Equestrian endowment.

Of the three thus far, she managed to take Sunset the deepest. Where Twilight needed Sunset's quote en quote 'assistance' to reach her medial ring, Dash pushed against her instincts and got there herself.

Another aspect of Rainbow's technique Sunset appreciated was the attention to her balls. Everyone forgot the balls, but not her. While her head was busy hurtling back and forth on a solid eight inches of premium human horsedick, face a blur and hair a whipping spectrum, she cupped the laden orbs in her palms. Digits presed into the hard nutflesh, massaging and caressing. She bounced them, fondled them, pricked and plucked at them with her nails.

With the combination of ultra-fast blowjob and top-tier testicle attention, it was no wonder why Sunset's next peaked reared up as soon as it did. But where Twilight and Fluttershy allowed her to hold still and relax as she came, Rainbow offered no such courtesy. She continued sucking her off, driving her nerves wild so she spasmed and cried out until her balls were emptied.

Or as emptied as they could be. Third orgasm down in the past... how long had it been, exactly? And she was as ready for the next round as ever.

Applejack and Rarity were glad to step up for this next part of the show. The country girl dipped beneath Sunset's meat to latch her mouth around one of Sunset's testicles. Rarity contented herself taking the opposite side. Between pulling her fat kegs into their maws they'd adorn her pounding fuckslab from root to tip with their spit, swapping it and the slime that drizzled out between their warring, hungry tongues.

Unlike Rainbow, they took their time with Sunset's orgasm. But unlike Fluttershy, they did not revel in overextending it. Between them they laid out the foundations of an explosive finish, brick by saliva-slathered brick - and in Rarity's case, also lipstick-marked.

And the wait was worth it.

Sunset thought the size of her orgasms might diminish by the fourth time, but no. If she wasn't seeing things, she could swear they were actually getting larger, since both Rarity and AJ were showered in enough cream to satisfy their individual needs.

To Sunset's surprise, Rarity was the first one to seize Applejack by her freckled shoulders, and start lapping the frosty coating off her face directly. Applejack must have been as stunned as Sunset was, because she didn't react for a few seconds. But she got into it a heartbeat later, the two licking one another clean, swapping spit and semen in equal amounts.

Okay, equal was a lie. There was a lot more semen than saliva.

Last was Pinkie. Every inch of her quivered with bottled anticipation. Her bright baby blues were wild, shocks of frizzy hot pink poof standing on end. On the floor between her legs, and gluing her kissing thighs together, was a spreading pool of girljuice.

In a blink, she was there one moment, on all fours the next. Her supple breasts and cute pudge hung below her broad frame, and with more speed than Rainbow Dash could hope to muster she struck Sunset's cock like a cobra.

More of a shock to Sunset than any of that was how much she was able to take. In one fell motion her jaw opened, and she hilted herself down to the root. Her button nose pressed into Sunset's groin, her chin resting against her sack, and she seemed no worse for wear.

Struggling to compose herself, Sunset watched in awe as Pinkie slid backwards, and thrust herself forth again. The confines of her throat were tighter, warmer, sloppier than any of her other friends' mouths had been. She wondered where Pinkie had learned to deepthroat something bigger than her forearm, but Sunset also wasn't sure she wanted to know.

Instead, she chose to let the blissful moment take her. Pinkie, proving herself a cocksucking expert in addition to her supreme deepthroating talents, was not satisfied with just spearing herself upon the shaft. She clenched the muscles of her esophagus, milking Sunset's pulsating rod from every angle. Her tongue worked busily, tracing veins and the bulging cumpipe that ran the underside of Sunset's horsedick, flare and medial ring too where it was possible. Her deft, flexing oral muscle found its place even outside her cock, schlurping and schlorping away at Sunset's balls when she was close enough to reach them.

Sunset came in no time, quicker than she'd gotten from Rainbow and near as powerful as from Fluttershy. Her messy finish was the messiest thus far, erupting volcano-like from her cock and whitewashing the inside of Pinkie's gullet. Whom, as she demonstrated, had more willpower than the others. Her lips were latched seal tight around Sunset's prick, not letting a single solitary drop of spooge go to waste.

Pulling herself off with a squelching pop, a series of ropey bridges connected Pinkie's chin to Sunset's balls and shaft. Such was the consequence of sloppy toppy.

It was a consequence Pinkie was eager to clean up. Flicking her tongue out she broke the connection, slurping what she could into her mouth. What she could not, she shot in to spitwash herself.

After, she simply flopped against the nearby sofa's side, rubbing her cum-stuffed belly and sighing contentedly.

Sunset caught her breath in the meantime. Her heart was pounding with such force she feared it might punch a hole through her ribs. She was exhausted, yet the most satisfied she'd been since the dick debacle began.

However, their collective afterglow was soon interrupted.

Close by, a powerful thrumming noise filled the air. On a table where everyone had discarded their necklaces, their geodes glowed. One after the other they lifted into the air, floating towards the recovering orgy.

No one got the chance to ask what was happening. Too fast to detect, each geode found its respective wearer, hovered for a heartbeat's moment.

Then plunged inside.