Sunset sighed, a great and heavy exhaustion leaving her bosom. Said bosom, in response, trembled tremendously.

"And lastly, could you guys please take all this-" She gestured at the shrine. "Down?"

"Of course! Anything for you, our most glorious Sun Queen!"

The cultist, a young woman by the name of Sassy Saddles, bowed. No sooner did the request come from Sunset's lips did Sassy's curvaceous, skintight white-robed figure spin on her heel and begin shouting.

"You heard the Sun Queen for yourselves! This shrine displeases Her Radiance. Tear it down out of sight, this instant!"

Sunset knew, if she wanted, a few simple words laid between those robes and the woman's smooth olive skin. She was mesmerized by the way her hips swung, her ass bounced. Celestia would she love to see it bounce and swing in her lap. She couldn't do that though, couldn't ask. She'd be taking advantage, and that was something she vowed to stop doing some time ago.

She sighed again, pinching her nose with thumb and forefinger. Heavens above, what did it take for these numbskulls to understand? She wasn't a Sun-damned Goddess, alright? Neither her, nor her wives.

Granted, she did kinda look like one. What with the whole fiery wings of a phoenix, cascading hair of flames, and her - humanly - unexplainable magic powers. Her towering height of some ten feet and change with absurd curves and muscles to spare probably didn't help either.

Whatever! Whatever. She just wanted back home, to spend time with her mares and fillies.

"Right. I'm gonna leave you guys now. If you can, please consider to like, stop worshipping us? maybe? I dunno..."

She didn't bother wasting another breath. These fools were lost.

In one swift motion, her wings flapped and feet left the ground. Bare seconds passed before the city below rapidly shrank, a cry of "We love you, Sun Queen!" fading in the distance.

Shrugging the stress from her shoulders, Sunset let the cool November winds take her. On the horizon the sun was setting, ironically enough, surrounding her with hues of vivid orange and pretty pinks. Had the confrontation really taken that long?

It was frustrating, wasting her time on this. There'd be another shrine or ten popping up in the city and countryside by next week, if not tomorrow. All her efforts would be in vain, and it seemed the Cult of Seven grew every day.

At least by the time she got home, she'd get to see her family.

Gliding in the sea of eventide, she kept her eyes forward and down. The streets passed below, some bustling with dozens and others empty.

Shops, cars, people, trees. Up here, they all looked so small. Together they came and built the lifeblood and body of this still strange, living breathing world she now called home. Idly, she wondered if being an alicorn meant immortality, and what that meant for her on this planet.

She swiftly turned her thoughts away. To imagine, even for a second, that she'd outlive her wives. Her children?

Off ahead, she spotted their home. It laid on the far outskirts of the city, well beyond the suburbs' perimeter.

The Apple Family Orchard had been the perfect place to settle down. The property offered vast acres of rolling emerald fields, and a veritable forest of fruit-bearing trees. For her and her wives it provided the space necessary to move around and live life comfortably. For her daughters, it meant a yawning kingdom of childhood potential, free of the otherworldly dangers Equestria harbored.

For the most part.

Sunset had encountered more than one hungry Timberwolf or skittering Dreadspider in old Camp Everfree, much to her disturbance. Independently, Twilight confirmed reports and readings of increased magical presence across the whole globe. World governments kept things hush hush for the time being, but that could only go on for so long. Princess knew what might happen if - or really when - the masquerade broke.

As she approached, she brushed these worries aside. Those matters would be dealt with when the time came. Right now, her life and loved ones took precedence.

Her feet touched earth, heeled leather boots silent on the hearty grass. She found it almost silly to wear the clothes she did, the exact sort she wore as a teenager. Just... a few sizes larger these days. Tartarus, they all still dressed normally - much thanks to Rarity, not to mention the magic Sunset and Twilight had learned together.

Sunset wouldn't admit it, but she did get a thrill from the idea of dressing like how the cultists perceived her. Like a Goddess. A harbringer of a new age, blessed by divinity and fertility in equal balance. She could with the same ease as breathing close her eyes, and picture her and her wives dressed in form-fitting dresses woven from the finest silks, draped along their bodies and coiled against skin like a kiss.

That's how they did things in Equestria. Who said they couldn't do that here?

She shook her head. The image disappeared, like the way sunlight's scattered reflection broke on a pond from stones.

She sighed in relief.

Before the image recoalesced.

She saw the woman from earlier, but... different. She looked almost the same, save for further exaggerated features.

And distinctly equine characteristics.

Sat on her wide, splayed haunches, a sky blue horn jut from her forehead. Pony ears the same color sat atop her skull in place of the old, and a tail that matched her hair swished side to side on her wide rump. Cutie marks adorned her lower cheeks, in the style of what looked like knitting needles. Sunset had a feeling if the woman turned and presented herself, she'd see a snug dark blue marecunny and matching donut winking just for her.

Sunset sat on a royal throne made of gold, somehow warm to the touch. A dress like a toga clung to her bronze form and a crown adorned her head. Otherwise, she was completely naked.

She beckoned the woman - the mare - forth. Instantly she fell to her hands and knees and crawled, purring like a kitten as she nestled between Sunset's spread, muscular legs. Her eyes gazed up at her Goddess, pleading with that perfect heart-shaped pair of lip-pillows Sunset could slip right inside and lose her inhibitions to.

She nodded, and the mare cooed. Her hands were small, fingers dainty, and nails sharp, reminding Sunset so much of Rarity. They crept along Sunset's thigh before stopping at the long loincloth that covered her crotch. The mare pulled it aside, eyes growing huge and huger as Sunset's long, thick, hard, pulsing-

She slammed her head into a nearby tree. The bark splintered, stinging her skin. It left her unharmed otherwise, only a dull pain in its wake.

The tree was not so lucky.

A head-sized chunk in the bark exposed the raw wood beneath, and where Sunset's horn penetrated there was a deep dark hole. Several apples had shaken loose also, all but one clinging feebly to its branch. It teetered briefly, then fell a heartbeat later as though her gaze had disturbed the balance.

...shit.

She put her palm to her face and scraped away the debris. No blood or the barest hint of injury came with it.

Was she getting stronger? More... durable? She knew alicorn ascension had increased all her abilities substantially, but an impact like that should have left her dazed at the very least.

If nothing else, the strange, intrusive image had gone.

Remembering it, it felt so real. Like a lucid dream, but tangible. As though if she so desired, she could reach out and grasp the flesh, mold it like clay. She was a being of divine sex, and could bend civilization to her will with a mere, lustful desire.

Before her mind returned to that place again, she broke from the tree line. Today had left her with many things to think on. Before it could give her another, she wanted to see her wives and daughters.

"Mommy!"

And there was one right now. Sunset's lips split into the broadest grin, and she stretched her arms wide as a young girl with reddish-brown and violet hair ran for her.

"Hey kiddo," she laughed, as the girl barrelled forward. Sunset hoisted her up in one swift motion, barely more effort than lifting a feather.

She looked down into her twinkling fuschia eyes, saw the light orange horn poking out from her dusky skin. She was one of the three Twilight and Sunset produced - named Amber Pop. Naturally, the little gremlin loved herself some good old fashioned orange soda.

"How'd you find me, ya little fizzhead?" Sunset noogied her - gently - before setting her feet on the grass.

"Everyone else was playing or watching TV, and moms were busy. I didn't feel like playing, so I went to the back porch and saw you flying!"

Sunset snickered, then beckoned her to follow. "Well let's get you back inside, huh? I've got a new recipe I wanna try out for dinner tonight. I think you're gonna like it."

Amber looked up at her with big, round eyes, hands behind her back. "Is it spicy?"

Sunset winked. "You know it."

Amber cheered, and they continued on their way.

Sunset found it strange looking down at her kids, even more than normal humans. They were so much smaller to her, and she imagined how they must look at her and their mothers like giants, if not titans.

Funny to think on. Sunset felt very much the same in her younger years, under the tutelage of Princess Celestia. Though her children did not view her as a god, thank heavens.

Yet, she had to wonder if they would grow up to be like her. When they were born, they already had their pony features. More recently, a few had even earned their cutie marks. Sunset felt it was just a matter of time before they started blasting magic, flying around, and throwing hay bales all over the damn place like action toys, too.

She did not look forward to that.

Or puberty, for that matter.

Sunset shuddered.

"You okay, mommy?"

She smiled. "'Course. Just a little cold, that's all."

She knew right away AMber didn't buy that for a second, and fair enough, honestly. Kinda hard convincing someone you 'felt cold' when you had literal wings of fire sprouting from your back. Filly didn't push it though, sweet girl.

Soon they crested a small hill, and even before then saw their home. Given flat terrain with no obstruction, anyone with half-working eyes could have seen it from a mile away. It was practically a mansion.

For any standard nuclear family, it would be more than enough room to drown in.

Naturally, Sunset's was about the furthest thing from a 'standard nuclear family' you could get.

Theirs comprised of seven mothers the height of lammposts, and shared amongst them nine daughters. Daughters which, Sunset suspected, would grow into their own superhuman proportions. What might for anyone else be unreasonably large proved for them a well-suited living space.

That went doubly so, when these would not be the only kids they had.

As they started down, Amber reached up and tugged her wrist. Sunset, glancing, recognized the expression at once. Without skipping a beat she swooped her up, launched off the ground, and soared fast for home. Amber whooped and laughed the whole way.

Swiftly approaching, the details of the house became clear. It had taken many days of debate for how they wanted it to look. Rarity wanted modern, Twilight Victorian - which Rarity was also partial to - Applejack rustic, and Fluttershy something more along the lines of cottagecore. Pinkie and Rainbow didn't much care either way so long as it had a big kitchen and home gym respectively.

In the end, they settled on a quasi 'Spanish villa' look. It combined the best of all worlds from what everyone wanted, and building it primarily from stone had its many advantages. Barely any maintenance needed, temperature regulation during the hot and colder months, cheaper building material...

...and perhaps the most crucial - excellent soundproofing.

Y'know. 'Cause they fucked.

Like. A lot.

As in, 'a staggering and unhealthy' amount of sex. For anyone that wasn't basically a sex goddess, anyway.

However, they'd never quite managed to recapture the three-week streak which started it all. That wasn't for lack of trying. Life simply got in the way. Between the kids, work, and college - that they only recently graduated from - time was not on their side.

Sunset's boots landed on the wide, mosaic tile patio, and set Amber free. With a launch she tumbled from Sunset's arms, threw the red-painted doors wide open, and ran inside.

"Honeys, I'm hoooome!"

She received greetings from Rarity, Pinkie, and Fluttershy, whose swollen belly she held her gaze on for a second longer. Apparently Rainbow and AJ were up to their usual competitive nonsense in the gym room, and Twilight was doing research in the lab. Whether that research involved personal matters or was for her job, they couldn't say.

Sunset dispensed hugs and kisses amongst them all - lips for the wifeys, noses, cheeks, and foreheads for her daughters - at least to those who wanted them. Pumpkin Spice and Chili Pepper were too busy tormenting their sister Prism Perfect in Awesome Attack Dudes.

She smirked down at them, hands on hips and shaking her head. "Play nice, you two, or I'll join in and show you how a real master does it."

Pumpkin blew a raspberry. Pepper perked up.

"You game?" she said.

"You kidding?" Rainbow Dash walked into the room, wearing gym clothes and a towel around her neck, dripping with sweat. "Believe it or not, but you little brats aren't the only ones in this house with gamer cred."

"Eeyup. Need ah remind ya'll we ain't even turned twenty-five yet?"

Pumpkin blew another raspberry. For supposedly being Pinkie's daughter, she felt to Sunset a lot more like Rainbow's. "And we're seven, so you're basically ancient."

Sunset cracked her knuckles, grin widening. "Ohoho, you got it comin' now, punk. After dinner? You and me, Awesome Attack Dudes. I'm gonna kick your butt."

Pumpkin rolled her eyes. "Not likely," she said, and returned her attention to the screen.

Sunset exchanged a glance with Rainbow, AJ, and shrugged.

"She'll learn," AJ assured, patting her on the back.

"Pffduh. Sunset's almost as good as I am at fighting games, and I'm the best!"

"You're only half that good because of this." Sunset flicked the geode in Rainbow's chest before heading to the kitchen.

"Hey! Not true!"

"Oh really now? If'n ah recall correctly and ah reckon ah do, yer hands blur whenever yer gamin' with us. Or are ya gonna argue that that's totally normal?"

Sunset chuckled, sweeping back her hair as she entered the kitchen. Rarity stayed in the living room drawing up designs, while Fluttershy and Pinkie followed inside.

"Makin' dinner, Sunnybuns?"

Sunset squirt soap onto her hands, turning on the faucet. "Yup. Ever heard of Dynamite Roll Rice before?"

"Nope!"

"Isn't that like, uhm, sushi or something?"

"Mhm." Sunset pulled up her phone, swiping to the recipe before leaving it to float mid-air. "Dynamite Rolls are a kind of sushi roll. Dynamite Roll rice on the other hand is that, but like a deconstructed rice dish."

Mmm, sounds yummy!"

"it does, but what about the girls? Some of them haven't tried sushi yet. What if they don't like it?"

Opening the fridge and cabinet doors with her magic, Sunset perused and pulled out the requisite ingredients. Everything out in the open, she set up the materials, placing a chef's knife and cutting bord on the granite island.

"That's why," she said, and took off the first slice of tuna. "I'm baking the fish with everything else. It won't be raw."

Fluttershy nodded. "Would you like some help?"

"Always." She smiled warmly, pointing towards the phone. "Recipe's there. I'll tell you what to do."

Pinkie cheered, Fluttershy hummed, and the three set to work.

When Sunset cooked meals by herself, prep time alone could take up to an hour, and that was with magical assistance. With helping hands, she could cut that by over half.

And so less than two hours later, dinner was served, food plated up, and everyone at the dinner table. Blackberry and Lapis didn't like it much, so Rarity told them they could eat yesterday's leftovers instead.

They chose the rice.

Nothing like the threat of leftovers to whip picky eaters in line.

While Rarity and Twilight stayed behind to handle dishes, the rest opted to watch Sunset make good on her earlier threat. By the tenth win in a row, Pepper and Pumpkin begged her to quit and insisted they'd be nicer to Prism. With a job well done and everything taken care of for the night, she brought the girls up to bed with their mothers, tucked everyone in, and kissed them goodnight.

After another long day, Sunset crashed into bed with a roaring yawn. The massive beast of a mattress hardly noticed, and she sprawled atop its abundant, plushy surface. Everyone was slipping into their nightwear, while Sunset had bothered stripping herself and no more. Her wives wouldn't mind.

Twilight crawled into bed first, wearing a see-through lavender nightie that clung to her dark form. She laid on her side parallel Sunset, running her fingers along the steely bumps of Sunset's abs.

"Hey you," she said, and Sunset giggled.

"Hey."

"Sorry I was late to seeing you home. I've been busy keeping up with global developments."

Sunset gave a sympathetic nod. "What's the sitch? CIA comin' after us yet?"

Twilight shook her head. Sunset loved watching her ponytail wave with her.

"No, but someone posted a video of a manticore breaking from the zoo. Social media tried to scrub it, but it got out and spread too fast."

Fluttershy placed a hand oveer her mouth. "Oh no. No one was hurt were they?"

"A few people got stung. Luckily standard scorpion anti-venom seems to work - for now. We still don't know how the manticore came from the zoo either - if one of the lions was transformed or if it manifested in."

"Have ya'll talked with Princess Twilight 'bout closin' the portal or somethin'? Ah feel like that's gotta be what's causin' this."

"We have," Sunset said. "And it isn't. There have been portals connecting our two worlds for ages, and some Equestrian magic has always seeped through. Even lost artifacts that should have disappeared centuries ago, like Wallflower's Memory Stone. Somehow, magic is bleeding not just through space, but time. It used to be a trickle, but lately..."

"It's been a flow," finished Twilight. Sunset nodded.

"As long as it's not a flood, I'm good," added Rainbow, pulling up her boy shorts.

"Count yer blessins' then, 'cause ah got a feelin' it will be."

Sunset sighed. "Can we not talk about this right now? I've had a long day, and I'd really like to catch some Zs."

"Sorry," came the unified response.

Twilight squeezed her hand, and Rarity came to kiss her cheek. Slowly, the rest climbed into bed with her.

"Are you okay?" Fluttershy asked. She twiddled her thumbs, picked at the loose yellow fabric of her gown.

"I'm fine."

"No, I mean." Fluttershy swallowed. Her gentle, kind teal eyes remained empathetic as ever, but hardened. Sunset knew that look, and averted her gaze. "Are you okay?"

Out of instinct, Sunset rest her cheek against Twilight's breast. The heavy jug squished, swallowing her up in its soft comfort.

"I'm stressed. Thinking about a lot. Had something happen to me today."

"And that is, darling? Come now, you can tell us."

"Right." Sunset breathed. No point hiding it. She tried that with her cock back in the day, and all it gave everyone was a whole lot of unnecessary tension. "I had to break up another 'church' today."

Sun damnit, Sunset. You were supposed to tell them about the vision.

"It's just... so frustrating. I mean, I kinda get it, in the same way I get everypony worshipping the Princesses back in Equestria. We're supernaturally beautiful, magically gifted, radiant beings with wings and horns and inhuman abilities, but that doesn't mean we're 'Goddesses of a New Age' or whatever it is they say. Feels like I can't talk to anyone normally these days except you and our girls. Everyone's either terrified of slipping up around us or they kiss the ground we stand on!"

She groaned into Twilight's tit. "I think I understand how Princess Celestia felt now."

There was a long, stretched silence before anyone spoke.

Then Twilight responded, her voice barely audible.

"I-I... have a confession. About the cult thing."

"Mh?"

Twilight pulled away, refolding herself into a hunched, cross-legged position. Her bangs covered her face, and she made every effort to avoid looking at anyone.

"Sometimes, when I'm around town, I meet the girls from my old school. Sometime's it's the Shadowbolts. Sometimes it's just one who liked to bully me, and... whenever they see me, they apologize and give me gifts, or buy me things, or beg me not to hurt them. I never would, obviously, but I... I kinda like it when they grovel. It's so... cathartic..." She stopped, looking up, and hid behind her arms. "Am I a bad person?"

Sunset snapped up like a gunshot. Twilight flinched, before she wrapped her strong, warm arms around the mare. Twilightt sniffled, lip quivering, and melted into the embrace.

"Never think that way again, Twilight," Sunset soothed, stroking through her hair. "You are wonderful."

"Yeah!" Pinkie cheered.

"If ya'll were bad people, ya wouldn't be so terrified that ya are."

Everyone murmured agreement.

"Honestly dear, we should have gotten you some therapy ages ago. That school did quite the nasty number on your psyche."

Twilight nodded, saying nothing, but relaxed. Sunset continued to hold her, and she seemed to have no desire for retreating.

"I, uhm," Fluttershy whispered, voice growing quieter with every word. "I also have a confession to make."

Her olive cheeks burned bright red, and she picked hard at her gown. "The shelters around the city are so understaffed and underfunded, and it's so hard for me to turn anyone down. So I, uhm, f-figured it wouldn't hurt if I directed people to help out or make donations."

"I'll admit, I've received more than a handful of offers myself, even a few trade secrets. I always turn down the latter because I cannot in right conscience accept the stolen work of another, but I cannot refuse designs when they are so freely given. If it, ah, makes anything better, I make sure to give them a generous cut."

Rainbow chuckled nervously. "Eheh, I kinda always thought they were just my adoring fans."

In unison, Sunset and AJ said, "You would."

"Honestly?" offered Pinkie. "I let them do and think what they want! If they wanna help out at the bakery or give me money, who am I to tell them no? It's not like they're hurting anyone, and if it makes them happy..."

'Just so long as they don't start a holy war,' Sunset mused.

Applejack half-shrugged. "Ah'm inclined ta agree. 'Specially given we're gonna have ta pay fer the kids' college somehow."

Sunset sighed, slumped and defeated. "I guess it's not a huge deal. It just-"

Sassy flashed in her head, deep blue cunt stretched around her cock. 'Yes Goddess!' she screamed, squirting and praying and moaning in equal measure. The chamber filled with the scent of sex and incense, and she spied the silhouette of kneeling priests jilling themselves stupid all around her.

"-irks me. That's all."

"Ah get it. Ya miss treatin' with folks on yer level."

"Mhm."

"If it makes you feel any better, Sunny sweet, I have a feeling this shall all work out. The religious fervor will calm down eventually."

Sunset nodded at Rarity. In truth, similar had occurred with Celestia. Many continued to revere the Solar Diarch as their Goddess, but many more simply saw her as a wise and strong ruler.

Still, she didn't like the filter it put over everything. How could she know if someone was being earnest with her?

Exhausted from the conversation, Sunset sagged against the pillows, slipping her arms off Twilight, who crawled out from between her legs. Sunset watched her go, saw her tail dragging along her muscular thigh, and the gentle, rhytmic winking of her violet horsepussy.

Sunset throbbed. Before her engines roared to life she pried her eyes from the sight, and found herself staring again at Fluttershy's belly, swollen, round, heavy.

She had knocked her up again a few months ago, because Fluttershy had openly stated she wanted another. Everyone else gave their blessing, and they conceived yet again.

Sunset didn't mind knocking any of her herd up. She loved it, in fact. The way their velvety insides gushed and squished around her mighty mast. How their holes clenched and how they moaned her name. How her thick, oozing spunk sealed their pony pussies shut, like they'd been stuffed with glue.

But a part of her felt... empty.

Quite literally.

Ascending to alicornhood, gaining her stallionhood - it didn't get rid of her original genitalia. Likewise, they had been transformed into the equine variety, a deep ochre in color like her shaft. She knew she could carry foal if she wanted - and she did - but she wanted it from her wives. Not from some random off the street.

"Sunset?"

Sunset jerked up, staring into Fluttershy's concerned expression. Evidently, she'd been sstaring a bit too long.

"Is everything alright?" she asked, rubbing the skin of her belly with a thumb. The gown only covered half her babybump, exposing the rest for ogling. "Oh, I get it~"

She giggled. At the drop of a hat, her demeanor switched from caring to steamy, eyes lidded as she drew her tongue across plump, suction-ready lips. "Wanting to put another foal in me, Daddy? In front of everyone else? Gosh you're naughty~"

Sunset sputtered, face hot. "N-no, that's not- Seriously, don't give me that look, it's not."

Fluttershy nodded, returning to a neutral expression. "What is it then?"

Sunset's gaze drifted to each of her wives, lingering on their curious faces, then their flat tummies.

"I'm... jealous."

Rarity's brows raised. "Jealous? What ever of?"

Sunset gestured feebly at Fluttershy's pregnancy.

"Oh."

She flushed. "I never actually lost my pussy, but..."

"Why don't you just find a sperm donor or something" Rainbow asked. "Heck, when was the last time you talked to Flash?"

"Seriously?"

"Well duh, yeah."

Sunset stuck out her tongue. "Not happening."

"Shining Armor?"

Twilight balked. "Rainbow!"

"Big Mac?"

"Only reason ah ain't slappin' yer ass right now's cause that'd be domestic abuse."

Rainbow wiggled her rump.

"That ain't what ah mean!"

"Can we take this seriously, guys? I don't want to carry some guy's baby. If I'm going to be pregnant, I want it to be with you."

Fluttershy smiled, leaning in, and brushed along Sunset's thigh. "I understand. It's nice growing a life inside you, when you know and love the person you made that life with."

"Thanks, Flutters."

Twilight breathed against Sunset's neck, slowly reaching down.

"Where is this going."

Twilight chuckled. Hers and Fluttershy's hands met, fondling Sunset's balls. "Where do you think, stupid?"

"Mmhmm. Mommy Shy thinks her big stud needs to destress~"

Sunset shivered. A decidedly unintimidating whine left her throat, and she instinctually pushed her hips up.

"Good girl."

Inch by inch, her pony pride revealed itself. Twilight lowered to meet with Fluttershy, and they stroked and kissed along the burgeoning length as it throbbed to fullness and freedom. In seconds, her flare was spewing like a busted faucet, coating their slutty faces in coats of clear-colored paint.

The rest watched on as Rainbow joined in. She could be as much a vixen as the others, and the sultry, dominant glare she fixed Sunset with spoke true to that.

"Still got that pussy, huh?" She hunkered down, nose buried under the musky cleft of Sunset's heady, heavy nuts. Fluttershy and Twilight got the memo, lifting it up to expose her dripping marehood.

"B-be sensitive," she breathed. "I-I don't use it as much as my- Ahh!"

If Rainbow heard her plea, she ignored it. More likely she had heard it, and chose not just to ignore it, but purposefully go against it. Without a second to prepare, the pegasus drove her tongue hard against Sunset's equine lips, finding her clit in record time. Her skills of carpetmunching and magical speed worked together, and Sunset felt straight lightning pierce her soul.

Up top, Fluttershy and Twilight placed their twin titanic tits around the base of her shaft. Chocolate and caramel squished around steaming hot mocha, and hungry mouths and cocksucking lips pulled at the sensitive, steely-hard flesh. Twilight gave the gentler treatment, using her tongue in circles and depositing little lovekisses. Fluttershy played the bad cop, nipping the skin and holding no reservations about scraping it with her teeth.

Sunset came in seconds. Between Twilight's accuracy, Rainbow's speed, and Fluttershy's ruthless brutality, she had no chance of keeping a lid on things. Her hips bucked rapidly, once twice thrice four five six too many times to count and a fountain of raw white seed erupted from her flare.

Down below, her nethers convulsed. Rainbow's tongue was trapped by her spasming cunt, and the rest of her pinned in place by Sunset's twitching, suddenly folded legs. Waves of sweet honey goo crashed against Rainbow's face, and torrents more poured down her throat.

She rode the orgasmic high for what seemed like hours. Neither of her three tormentors helped. Twilight latched vice-like around her flare, rimming the underside with her tongue and fucking her slit without mercy. Fluttershy bit and sucked on her balls, so noisily Sunset worried the sound might travel even through their stone walls. Rainbow meanwhile ceased her assault not for a second, not even to swallow Sunset's squirt. When her mouth ran out of space it splashed back out, and her tongue squirmed and wormed deeper inside her depths.

Then, Applejack and Rarity took her nipples.

Sunset came a second, third, fourth time in rapid succession. Her ropes of jizz blasted against Twilight's throat with enough force it pushed her off, coughing, sputtering, and gagging on many mouthfuls of molasses-thick she-sperm.

Yet, the eruption far from abated. Jets rose high into the air, arcing downward, and splashed on the mares and surrounding covers as though each glob was a sticky white bomb. Pinkie didn't join in the action, perfectly content holding her mouth wide and palms upturned to receive Sunset's blessing of salty sweet goodness.

By the time Sunset had no more to offer - or more accurately when the succubi had their fill - they'd turned their bedroom into a warzone. Streaks of hot spunk covered everything, be it half a drop or an entire sheet of creamy frosting. The sheets were soaked through, the floor worthy of a wet hazard sign, and mountainous globs of resistant sludge dribbled lazily from the ceiling.

Just as quickly, it disappeared. Twilight and Rarity worked together, weaving their unicorn magic and scooping it all into one massive, heart-shaped blob. Sunset watched through half-shut eyes, breathless, as they split it amongst themselves, guzzling down without a care.

"For you," Rarity said, floating the last portion to Sunset.

"Wha?" Sunset asked, stupidly.

"I said, for you. Are you going to be a good girl, or does Mommy Shy here need to teach you a lesson?"

"I-I'm a good girl, I'm a good girl, I swear!"

Sunset took it, opened her mouth, and swallowed. A violent series of shudders ran down her spine, nerves tingling. The heady taste remained on her tongue for a while, leaving her throat with an almost raw sensation.

"So whaddyou think? Pinkie asked.

"G... good."

"Heehee, right? Sunny's cummy goes super yummy in my tummy."

Rainbow laughed. "Honestly, babe, I'm kinda surprised you haven't done that already."

"Why... would I taste my own cum?"

Rainbow looked at her like she was an idiot. "Are you telling me you've never tried sucking your dick before?"

"N... no?"

"Dude."

"Ah'm with Dash on this one."

"Here here."

"Indeed."

"Yup!"

"All of you? Seriously?" Sunset blew a raspberry. "Whatever."

She smiled, regardless. Six sets of hands came to caress her body, and she welcomed the touch, closing her eyes. They didn't even really need the bedsheets. Their bodies' heat created more than enough warmth to fall asleep comfortably.

"Thanks," she mumbled. "You guys are the best."

Author's Note

Six outta nine kids named so far. Haven't quite decided if they'll be story-relevant in any way. Probably not. Cute tho.