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Sunset blinked away the fading brightness. Stars danced before her, behind her eyelids, an afterimage of the sudden dazzling display.

Yet, she felt no fear, no trepidation. Quite the opposite, in fact.

Deep within her, something new pulsed. A force, magical, unlike any she had sensed before. It ran through her veins, electrified her blood, and turned her heart's beat into the heavy rolls of pealing thunder.

It reminded her, vaguely, of becoming Daydream Shimmer. That, but a hundred, thousand fold. That was the closest approximation to the power now coursing through her bones.

She could fly and touch the sun. She could flatten mountains, then remold them again in her image. She could raze the very foundations of this little city, and rebuild it as something of shining, ancient, marbled glory. Anything and everything she put her mind to, she could execute.

These were the instinctual thoughts bubbling in her brain, as the room came into focus. Blurry shapes, slowly gaining definition. Her friends, their new bodies.

Wait.

Their... new bodies?

By the second, Sunset's eyes widened further.

They had changed.

It was like they'd ponied up, but forgot to stop after the first round. Each had their usual pony ears and longer hair, but now that was far from the end of their equine alterations.

Tails, similar in appearance to their - notably larger, voluminous hair - swished or flicked lazily behind them. Cutie marks adorned their flanks. Horns of purple and ivory stabbed up from Twilight and Rarity's foreheads, wings of blue and yellow spread out behind Dash and Fluttershy.

But there was a final, far more... fascinating change.

One that laid between their legs.

The smell hit her before she saw it. Her nose wrinkled, her nostrils flared, and she breathed deeply of a familiar scent. A scent she hadn't smelled since living in Equestria.

Marepussy.

And, looking down, sure enough there they were. As if to match her friends' bodies to hers, glistening marehoods sat snuggly between their thicker thighs. Folds plump, juicy, designed for taking immense horsecock throbbed. They winked, clits briefly appearing before hiding once more. And the smell of them, the unmistakeable scent of fertile mares deep in the throes of heat season. Gods, she could huff herself silly on that scent all day.

Sunset's cock ached with a fierceness, a fever which it never had before. It was a need, desperate and screaming.

A need to breed.

Reluctantly, she tore her eyes away from their puffy pastel mounds, assessing the overall state of their altered bodies.

In addition to possessing a greater number of Equestrian traits, they stood taller by over a foot at least. If Sunset had to guess, she'd assume the shortest of them - Rainbow Dash - was no less than seven feet tall. She had been granted a grander stature as well, if the smallness of her surroundings was anything to go by. More shocking however was the fact that, despite her friends' surge in growth, Fluttershy as the tallest was still a head shorter than her.

Such grandiose heights would have looked ill-fit on their relatively normal bodies, but those were different too.

The word 'amazon' came to mind.

The least voluptuous of them - Rarity - sported thighs primed for crushing boulders.

Applejack's meanwhile were the strongest, clear from the bulging musculature beneath. Her and Rainbow's physiques had been reinforced with iron and steel, serving as the solid core beneath their sumptuous curves. Both had abds that looked hard enough to stop bullets, and where AJ boasted guns that would make a professional bodybuilder rethink their life choices, Rainbow's legs could make the famed Insane Bolt seem like a snail in comparison.

Despite the two effortlessly exemplifying the strength component of the amazon archetype, the remaining four were no less amazonian. Pinkie might have retained her belly fat, Fluttershy, Twilight, and Rarity their trimmer waistlines, but they had the kind of size advantage that an elite warrior would find challenging. And that was without to mention their magical powers, shown by the glowing geodes now embedded above their breasts, part of the anatomy itself.

Speaking of breasts - they were huge. Not even the previously small-chested Rainbow escaped the magical gifts. Each set of heaving, wobbly bosoms jiggled with gelatinous fervor upon the slightest breath. Fluttershy remained the bustiest of them, sporting two twin torpedoes that would enter a room steps before the young woman herself. They were respectively capped with prominent nipples, stiff and yearning to be tugged and pulled, peaking above plump aereola that jut out like squishy, fleshy mountains. If they started leaking milk, Sunset couldn't say she'd be surprised.

Where it mattered, they had cushion elsewhere. Equestrian magic, it had become blindingly apparent, could turn girls into absolute sexdoll broodmares as well as demons.

Hips for days, thighs for weeks, ass for months. Any one of them would soon discover the difficulty of fitting themselves through doors. The largest dress Rarity had made in her life would tear at the seams if she tried pulling it up her luscious, fertily blessed legs.

Pinkie and AJ were the worst off in that regard, with Twilight trailing behind a close third. Their former selves could have hugged their broad birthing hips, and their hands would have touched the first hints of assflesh and no more. And the idea of fully encircling them?

Haha! Funny joke.

Taking in the refurbished forms of her friends, Sunset wondered how heavily she had been modified. Looking down, she began her own apprisal.

Unsurprisingly, her tits hung fat and pendulous, topped with coffee-brown teats. If she spread them apart just so she got a view of what lie below.

There, she saw a marvelous six pack, chiseled from straight granite. Looking leftwards she brought up her arm, flexing the bicep, and marveled as it defined itself like a Roman god's. She didn't need to examine her glutes and lower to comprehend they'd be equally iron-bound.

Although she hadn't come out the other end as well-endowed as her friends, Sunset's increased assets were in other areas. Obviously was her musculature to start - not all that unpredictable given her love of martial arts and brawling. That, combined with what added shapeliness she had received required a bulkier frame to carry it, leaving her with a wider overall structure. An image popped in her mind, one of her carrying stacks of logs on each shoulder as easily as empty cardboard boxes. If once upon a time she intended on smashing the CHS statue with a sledgehammer, now she could see herself doing it with her fists alone.

The next mental image replaced those logs with her mares.

Mares?

She, uh, meant to say friends. Absolutely. Definitely. Just friends.

Even if their new bodies, their puffy equine mounds and cutie-marked booty cheeks were so obviously meant for her to breed.

This lowered her focus downwards again. She hadn't taken special note of it before, but now could not attempt dismissing it.

In the transformation, adapting with her increased... everything, was her stallionhood. Once a meaty spire of at least a solid foot long now surged forth a leviathan double that. A magnificent monster the length and width of a normal human's arm, no regular old girl could possibly hope to take it.

But six supremely stacked, magically transmuted horse girls?

Well. That was another story.

Unconsciously, Sunset licked her lips. She spoke no words, didn't need to or mean to communicate anything. Yet her friends understood, somehow, on a subconscious and biological level not only what Sunset needed of them, but what they needed from her.

Needed, because want was not an apt descriptor. Need, because desire was too light. Because lust was to imply an inkling of self control.

Because what they did next they damn near had no control over. Their bodies were those of ponies now. Sure, they may have appeared more humanoid than horse on the outside, but in their blood, beating in their chests, pulsing and screaming deep in their innermost sanctums was the raw power of Equestria itself - Harmony, if this perverse, sexual fantasy made true could indeed be called Harmony.

Those standing dropped to their knees. Those sitting crawled onto the floor. Pinkie, who was already inches away from Sunset, came to her on all fours.

No pussies were left dry. Their tails were flagged, swiping back and forth, right and left like an eager dog's. Or more accurately, a horny bitch.

Pinkie, the first to arrive, pawd up at Sunset's shaft with a desperate, groping hand. Rarity followed, pressing her chesty fair-skinned mounds flat as pancakes against her right thigh. Twilight groveled at her feet, mouth open to await any idle drippings off Sunset's prick, be that sweat or pre. When AJ, Rainbow, and Fluttershy pushed themselves into the fray, vying for dominance, Sunset laid down. She couldn't let her mares- friends, Sun damnit, start fighting over her.

Fighting over her why?

They were her broodmares. They were her herd, she their stud and herdmaster. Why was she trying so hard to deny it?

She was a pony. She knew the biology, and instincts, and primordial drives that fueled the pony race.

Her role was their master, not in the things that were important to them like their lives, careers, and desires. But in the bedroom, a herdmaster was obligated to fulfill the sexual cravings and needs of their mares.

She would be a terrible friend, after all, if she let them go hungry.

That pushed her past the line. Submitting to her new position she leant back, spreading her legs wide to allow her bickering brood space to occupy.

In doing so, Sunset felt the floor graze her back.

No. Not her back, she realized. Softly, slowly, as though not believing it true, she reached back to touch the strange extension.

It was wings.

Fanning them out, she partialy curled them forwards to bring them into her sight. Hers were not wings of soft, downy feathers like Rainbow and Fluttershy's. Rather they were of fire, red and yellow and orange flickers that waved in unseen wind, spreading harmless embers.

To confirm her suspicions, she brought a hand to her forehead. Something bumped against her fingers, something long and tapering and sharp at the end. But not spiraling like a unicorn or even an alicorn's horn. It was pure light taken solid shape. How she knew this she didn't know.

What she did know was what she had become.

She wasn't any ordinary pony. Not anymore.

She was an alicorn.

Infused with the magic of her geode, set alight with living flame to form her royal wings and horn, she was an alicorn. An alicorn. Theoretical talks with Princess Twilight was one thing, but this?

The pride that swelled in her chest was moderated somewhat by the... details of her current situation.

She smirked. Equestria's scholars were gonna have a fucking conniption over her ascension methods.

That was assuming Princess Celestia didn't have the intimates of those records stricken. If she did, Sunset couldn't exactly blame her.

Mouths and hands upon her skin shattered Sunset's line of thought. Pointed nails traced loving patterns across her bronze body, skins of all shades light to dark intwining with hers. There were teeth at her niples, more at her neck. Tongues danced across her flawless muscles, or twirled and tangoed with the turgid tower rising from her nethers.

When she opened her mouth, sometimes she would be allowed to voice her pleasure. Other times she would find another mouth meeting hers, a tongue exploring her taste, and testing its resolve against hers. She won every time, driven forwards by the native fires of arousal burning in her blood. For them that fire was alien, foreign, but soon enough she knew they would accept it as an inseparable part of who they were.

That being, Sunset's herdmares.

Dimly, she was aware of a body crawling on top of her. She opened eyes she hadn't noticed were closed. Above, straddling her hips with the help of Twilight and Rarity, was Pinkie.

Her enormous bust and size cast a shadow over Sunset's face. Golden rays of the eventide sun reflected off her peachy skin. Drops of sweat rolled down from her head to cunt and thighs, glittering in the light like miniature stars.

"Heeheehee. Get ready Sunny! I'm gonna ride this pony aaaaaall night long~!"

Rarity clucked her tongue, giving her a stern glare. "Pinkie, darling. Don't be greedy. We all get a turn with our stud. Don't we Sunset, honey?"

'Honey'.

Rarity had never called her - or anyone else for that matter - 'honey' before. Honey was a word, a name you used for a lover, not a friend.

Sunset's heart soared, and her prick hardened to diamond.

"I'm waiting, sweetie~ Give me an answer will you, or Pinkie here thinks she gets your loveliness all to herself."

The look Rarity shot her was an odd combination of pleading, firm, and seductive.

One thing it definitely was without a doubt was - hot as fuck.

Sunset nodded. "U-uh-huh."

Pinkie pouted, huffing, folding her arms beneath her rack. The posture shoved her plus-sized balloons up into the air, making them appear more prominent than they already were. "Huff! Fiiiine. I guess I'll only go for one round."

"Yeah, it's only fair," Dash added.

"And," Twilight said, tapping a finger against Sunset's flarehead. "I'm sure Sunset here will have the stamina to go for more than one round with each of us. This is purely theoretical mind you, but the evidence we have to go off of thus far are her previous five orgasms in a row, not to mention the vitality I'm sure we all are feeling right now."

"Hear that, Sunset?" Rarity teased. "We're expecting a great deal out of you. A stallion's got to provide for her mares, after all."

"You wouldn't want to disappoint us, would you?" asked Fluttershy. Smiling, her kind expression hid the domineering threat beneath. The breast and nipple she subsequently thrust into Sunset's parted lips made her point.

"Mmmhm," Sunset affirmed, suckling.

"Good! Now let's git this rodeo on the dang road already. Mah pussy's gushin' righddabout now and ah ain't got the patience for this chitchat."

Giggling, Rarity and Twilight lifted Pinkie up by her hips. It wasn't a necessary action, but they were clearly enjoying the show of it. She couldn't begrudge them that.

She could begrudge them for being naughty little teasing bitches though. Both leered at Sunset with cheshire smiles, holding Pinkie Pie aloft a mere inch above Sunset's steel-firm fuckrod. It throbbed erratically, pushing upwards on each pulse as though trying in vain to reach the moist, pretty pink gates to heaven.

But no matter how much Sunset keened in frustration, Pinkie whimpered, or either of their respective nethers leaked, they didn't release their grip.

""C-c-c-c'mon guyyyys, this isn't fair!" Pinkie whined.

Rainbow frowned. "I'm with Pinks on this one. Get it over with already so I can have my turn!"

Rarity rolled her eyes. "No patience with you animals, I see how it is. Well, a lady cannot deny her friends' needs." Sighing, she and Twilight shared a wordless glance, and dropped Pinkie down.

Both she and Sunset moaned in unison - hers a husky, honey-thick croon, Pinkie's more a high-pitched squeal. Where Sunset's back arched, Pinkie's entire body from toes to the curly tips of her hair quavered.

Their hips were yet to kiss, though the lightning of pleasure arced through them all the same. A good half of Sunset's length was buried in Pinkie, creating a mild bulge in her stomach, slight due to her size and belly but visible if one peered closely.

Pinkie, grinning madly and drooling from either side of her mouth, wiggled her hips. Demonstrating masterful control over her muscles she pushed past the brain-fogging fucklust and clenched her kegals tight, surrounding Sunset's tawny girth in divinely confining walls of flesh. This mixture of tactics reduced Sunset to a drooling beast, a shestallion in rut wanting nothing more than to imprint her mare with her illustrious alicorn seed.

Pinkie's goals were much the same. Using their combined thrusts up and down, each buck of hips and bounce of ass pushed another half or quarter inch into the baker's oven. Sweltering heat and humid moisture was soon all Sunset's cock knew, and for what mattered to her instinct-driven mind - all that mattered period.

At last, their groins clapped together. Pinkie shook like gelatin, chest heaving. Her eyes were crossed, pony ears and tail alike twitching madly.

For a moment, Sunset worried she broke the girl. Then, in stark contrast to her mind-fractured expression, Pinkie lifted herself up.

And dropped herself down.

Up, down. Up, down. Up, down, up, and down. She was like a pull-engine revving up, each pull generating more energy than the last. Before long she was riding fully cowgirl on Sunset's cock, bouncing on her lap like it was the best and funnest bouncy house she'd ever enjoyed.

Compared to Pinkie's frantic, blurred momentum, Sunset could only give so much in return. She thrust up in the attempt to meet Pinkie's pace, but there was little she could do to keep in lock-step. Perhaps that would change as Sunset adapted, but for the time being she was simply along for the ride, at the manic party planner's mercy.

The other five did not stand idly by while Pinkie played with her new toy. Sunset didn't know who - she couldn't be fucked mustering the effort to look - but two sets of lips were busy macking on her heavy orbs. The rest fondled her, feeling up her abs, biceps, triceps, breasts, hair, ears, horn, wings - frankly, whatever they could get their minxy little fingertips on.

Sunset did not allow her own hands to fall still. Where she brushed against them, she grabbed. Pounds of bountiful flesh, hip, thigh, and bootyflesh alike she groped with wild abandon. Her reactions were earned in the form of gasps, mewls, titters, or outright moans. That last one was particularly likely if she found a nipple, or a dripping wet slit, eager to be parted and played with by probing fingers.

Those efforts came to a screeching halt as Sunset approached her orgasm. Pinkie was a blur atop her, forceful slams of their connecting crotches announcing to the whole house through thunderclapping 'PLAPLAPLAPLAPs!'. Even were there no shrieks of delight, grunts of bestial rutting, and the telltale squelches of bodily fluids, anyone with half a neuron could tell what was happening if they were in the rafters - on the other side of the house, surrounded by a pillow fortress - with noise-canceling headphones on.

Eat your heart out, Vinyl.

Because Pinkie was absolutely eating hers.

Concentration thoroughly broken, Sunset could focus on nothing except fucking. The world around her dissolved into ether, nothing, utter nullspace. There was only one thing in her reality that mattered:

Breed.

Geode glowing, unbeknownst to her, Sunset met Pinkie's force with more than equal rigor. Abandoning her other herdmares for the one riding her saddle, Sunset dug her fingers into Pinkie's hips. The doughy flesh gave way beneath her touch like spongecake, fat deforming, blue and yellow balloons distorting.

Pinkie stopped bouncing. She no longer needed to when Sunset could use her like a fleshlight.

By the holds of her lovehandles alone, Sunset fucked Pinkie stupid. Her tongue flopped out, drooling spittle between her obscene tits - tits which, in the motion, smacked her own face and belly. Scarcely a nanometer of flesh did not jiggle on Pinkie's frame. Laughter and lascivious coos alike poured forth from her slack and salivating maw. And, with nothing else to do, Pinkie ruthlessly molested her own chest, leaving behind red cresents in the skin, yanking on her nipples as though she were a fat dairy cow.

Once she was pregnant with Sunset's foals - Tartarus, might as well be.

And pregnant she was indeed about to be. Sunset grunted, jamming Pinkie against her crotch. Her gravid nuts, spread out against the floor, churned and pumped pint upon pint into Pinkie's waiting womb.

s she did, as the flow of spunk overflowed Pinkie's inner walls and creampied her snatch shut, a dazzling flash of light temporarily blinded Sunset. It faded to reveal, rivulets of goopy foalbatter running down from Pinkie's puffy party pony pussy, a mark upon her pudgy belly at the location of her womb.

It was a very familiar mark.

A mark that just so happened to adorn either of Sunset's haunches.

Grinning, giggling her head off, Pinkie extracted herself with a series of resounding squicks and squolks. So thick was Sunset's equine cum it formed persistent ropey bridges in the gap between cunt and cock. The job of breaking it apart was eagerly seen to by Sunset's other mares, who crawled like common beasts to swallow it all down. Fluttershy in particular had such a thirst for equine semen she polished Sunset's dick clean, then moved to eat out the load in Pinkie's bred hole. But she was having none of it, crossing her legs shut and declaring it was hers.

Sunset took Rainbow next. Rather than waiting for her partners to come to her, she would come to and claim them herself, as was correct for a shestud of her caliber to do. She stood, simply grabbed the rainbow-haired bombshell by the neck, and pushed her to the ground.

"Woah! Frisky now, are you?" she teased, smirking toothily up at Sunset.

Her answer came in the form of spreading Rainbow's legs. She went down to level with Rainbow, pressing their two grand gallons of titflesh together, and aimed her ram at her entrance.

"Come on, stud, just fuck me alreadyyyyyyaaaaahhhhh!"

Rainbow's words died in a stricken shriek. Sexual bliss electrified her body, and she threw her sculpted legs into the air having nothing better to do with them. She raked her nails down Sunset's back, but whatever pain it caused she barely noticed.

Instead, she pistoned away. Grunting, snorting, even nickering - which brought more horse-sounding exultations from Rainbow herself - she busied at staking her second claim.

Being on her knees didn't feel quite right, though. She wanted more leverage to teach the speed-obsessed nymphomaniac what speed really was. Even as she shifted her stance she didn't for a second cease the onslaught, pounding away at Rainbow's virgin marecunny with extreme prejudice.

Parting her legs, bending the knees, using her toes and feet as leverage against the hardwood flooring, Sunset's carnal crusade began in earnest. She was in her element now, no pun intended - mainly because she didn't bear an Element like Princess Twilight.

Hm. Maybe she should look into knocking her up too after all this. She'd need to consult with her about that.

"Faster! Faster! Faster faster faster faster fasteeerrrrrr!"

Faster Sunset could do. Her geode pulsed with powerful orange will, and as if a hidden switch were flipped Sunset's hips became a blur. She fucked with the kind of speed that made it impossible to know just how fast she was going. Her load-churning barrels swung with deep impact against Rainbow's olive asscheeks, leaving behind indents that once they reformed turned reddish-pink.

If Rainbow was at all distressed by the harsh treatment, she certainly didn't show it. If anything, it spurred her on. Hooting, hollering, urging Sunset to fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck harder, faster, and deeper, she was a total blissed out wreck, and couldn't be any happier for it.

She wrapped her legs around Sunset's back and locked them in tight. Sunset could have broken free easily, without any more effort than it took to raise a finger. But why would she, just to demonstrate her raw alicorn strength?

She could do that later, probably with Applejack. That girl seemed like she could take a real good hammering.

Giving a definitively equine snort, Sunset hilted balls deep inside her lover. She took Rainbow's rosebud nipple into her mouth as she came, biting and suckling like her life depended on it. Rainbow squealed in a way that would have made her flush in embarrassment were she not so thoroughly fuckdrunk. But she was, so eh.

When she was satisfied with the left teat, she moved to the other. All the while her tankards of infinite jizz spat out their contents, flooding Rainbow's womb, soaking into the ovaries, the eggs, sticking against the interior of her filopian tubes. Not a nook nor cranny of Rainbow's reproductive system went unmolested, unpainted by Sunset's creamy, molasses-thick love.

She pulled out when she was done, after her flare had softened enough. Not bothering with fanfare she swiped her stallionhood against Dash's face and hair, staining it down to her valley of cleavage in the residue of their lovemaking.

She turned her fiery gaze upon Applejack. Bearing down upon her with the leaden weight of a huge, hunky, hung shestallion in rut, Applejack for once in her life looked... afraid? No, it couldn't be fear. Or maybe it was, but it was not fear in isolation.

Pressing her thunderous thighs together until her fuckhole audibly squelched, she swallowed as Sunset strode forward. She took Applejack by the scruff of her freckled, suntanned neck. This earned a decidedly un-Applejack squeak, but Sunset was unperturbed.

Carrying her to the left wall, she slammed her flat against it. Applejack showed no signs of being hurt, however. Sunset knew that would be the case, or else she wouldn't be treating her in such a way. AJ had earth pony magic in her veins, not to mention whatever weird Equestrian power-up they'd all received. Little short of a sledgehammeer to the skull would garner any real reaction.

"Just you and me, rodeo girl," she growled. AJ's front against the wall, fat and muscled dumptruck of an ass sticking out behind her, Sunset got close.

Bracing the blonde's steely midsection with one forearm, her other hand found the farmer's hair. She grabbed at it, the strands of hay-colored gold, and yanked, leaned in and whispered, "I'm about to give you the animal husbandry lesson of your life."

Applejack shuddered.

Sunset grinned.

True to her word, she gave her a mating experience she would not soon - or ever - forget. She snarled and snorted on every thrust, driving her pelvis forward with such force it shook the wall's foundations. Her motions weren't as rapid as with Rainbow or as frantic as with Pinkie, but the fuck she gave Applejack was nothing short of brutal.

Dust and dirt long undisturbed shook free of the wall, even the rafters. Floorboards creaked, Applejack neighed, cracks in the plaster formed, and Sunset plowed.

The harvest she planted in AJ's inner fields would be sweet.

On her final thrust, she shoved her mate into the wall.

It cratered.

Sunset left behind an imprint of Applejack's body. Flecks of paint up to as large as a thumbnail flecked from the wall, adding to the debris below.

She dropped her there in a crumpled heap, tail raised and pie thoroughly creamed.

Rarity was the closest, so Rarity got chosen next. She squealed in surprise and delight alike as she was plucked up from the floor, and made no cries of discontent with her manhandling.

Rarity's back to her front, forearms supporting her thighs, pointing her feet straight into the air, the fashinista's fertile petals were exposed to her and everyone else for observing.

She gave Rarity no time to collect her thoughts. She was here to fuck, nothing more and nothing less. The sooner her Celestia-given duty of breeding these flirty fillies silly was accomplished, the sooner she could do it all over again.

By the end of Rarity's starter session, her ivory cheeks were stained black. Drool made her lipstick run, and her muff gaped wide and drooled torrents of seed, but she was deliriously happy.

Fluttershy came to her after that. Sunset bent her over a table and slammed that hussy til the table legs splintered. When she was done with her, and got her revenge from the tease and denial she'd been subjected to, visible by the pulled hair and angry handprints against her ass and tits, only Twilight was left.

She, above all the others, received the gentlest treatment. She would have time to rut her senseless later. For now, she wanted a slower, more passionate breeding.

Those were relative terms of course. Towards the end Twilight's glasses had fallen off, bitemarks littered her neck and breasts, and she was a dumbly mewling pile of dusky limbs.

Sunset didn't stop after that. Each of their libidos had been shot up dramatically, and their refractory periods shortened to nothing. Seconds after getting fucked they were eager to go again, and again, and again, and again.

Sunset could not - would not - leave her mares wanting. She was just as ravenous as any of them. More so, in actuality.

So it was a good thing there were six of them. If she had even one less, she might not be able to satisfy her own creature cravings.

They fucked like rabbits. For what degree of time? Sunset couldn't say, nor did she care, nor could she say she'd thought about it in the first place.

Life was sex, and sex was life. Time was rendered meaningless. She fucked them from beneath, from up top. They rode her, or she pressed them down. Assets bounced, wobbled, slapped, whapped. Juices sprayed and splattered all over.

The only way to track the passed time was the steadily shrinking hoard of food and drink. And even that was staggered, given much of the need those addressed was fulfilled by guzzling Sunset's rich, protein-heavy cum.

At some point, the first of them passed out - Fluttershy. They continued afterwards without missing a beat, but the flies soon began dropping. Twilight followed her next to slumber land, then Rarity, Rainbow. Pinkie, to Sunset's utter lack of surprise, was the last holdout.

And when Pinkie finally fell under the Sandman's spell, she followed her. Her eyes closed, still half-buried in repeatedly ravaged pussy, and dipped her head into the realm of the unconscious.

Her dreams were filled with fornication. More than just her closest friend group, she saw her herd harem expand to greatness. There was Principal Celestia, VP Luna, Wallflower, Trixie, Starlight, the Dazzlings, Gloriosa, Juniper, the Shadowbolts. Each of them had been transformed like Sunset and the others, made into human horse hybrids screaming to be bred. And bred were they, not a one spared from Sunset's undulating, unquenchable horsecock.

The dreamd dissolved at a sound, succeeded by sensation. Hands were on her arm, and she was awake.

"Huh, wha?" she groaned, holding her head. Momentarily she'd forgotten everything about what had transpired the past... however long it'd been, but the contact with her horn reminded her in one instant flash.

"Sunset, it's me," she heard Twilight say. But when she looked to the voice, Twilight wore no glasses and had her hair down, rather than in a ponytail.

"Oh, hey, Princess Twilight. Am I?"

"An alicorn? Yes."

"I meant naked."

"Oh." She blushed. "Yes, that too. Do you need help standing?"

Sunset shook her head. She yawned, cracking her arms high above her.

"Nah. I feel great, honestly. Best sleep I've gotten in my life. I bet you're feeling real smart that you figured out I had ascended, huh?"

"Somewhat," she giggled. "It really wasn't that hard to work out, all things considered."

"Never underestimate yourself, Twi."

Getting to her feet, Sunset found she was unchanged. Unsure why, part of her had been expecting the changes to revert, but no. The room looked just as small, her assets the same.

Her cock too, was erect. And throbbing. And drooling.

Damn, she could really go for a fuck right about now.

"So what's the plan now?" she asked, looking around. Her other friends were a mix of awake and asleep, though both Twilights were up and standing beside one another.

It was weird, seeing the Equestrian version of her being the short one.

"Well," said Twilight - the other Twilight. "Princess Twilight and I have discussed what we should do. Before you ask, I got in contact with her through your book. Had to use magic to make myself invisible so I could break into your apartment and-"

"You what?"

"Break into your apartment I said. Don't look at me like that! How else can you have expected me to get my hands on the journal? It's not like I read any of it."

"Hmph."

"We've decided to run some tests. I believe the human version of myself had intended on doing so before things got out of hoof. Er, hand. I figured I could be a great asset, since I'm much more knowledgeable in Equestrian magic, and me over here is much better at Earth science."

Sunset nodded. "Makes sense."

"But first," human Twilight said. "We need to clean up."

She gestured at their surroundings, and gaped. Broken furniture littered the room. Mattresses, floor, and cushions alike were soaking in still-steaming, still-bubbling pools of hot shesperm. Indents of various figures lined the walls, and empty wrappers, tins, boxes, and bottles were littered everywhere.

It also stank of sex. Like, more than Sunset ever thought possible. She'd smellt a fuck-saturated room before, but this was that multiplied by a thousand.

On the plus side, no weed smell or cigarette smoke. She couldn't have said that for many of the fuck-reeking places she'd been before.

Wrinkling her nose, trying not to yank her Twilight over and start plumbing away right in front of her Equestrian counterpart, Sunset nodded again. "Yeah, holy shit. Uhm. Sorry?" she offered. "If your parents wind up killing us, I mean."

"Speaking of our parents," Fluttershy, couch-lounging, muttered.

Sunset's eyes went huge. In all of their copulation, caught up in the thrill of the moment, she had never stopped once to think about that.

"Fuck," came the collective word from everyone awake.

Pinkie too. She was still asleep though, and it was really more of a pleading moan.