Author's Note

Warning for mild foot usage. Section will be spoilered.

Also heads-up that this is it for at least a little while. Rest assured though, it shall continue.

Transformed Tramp Turning Tantalizing Tricky Trysts

Sunset had really nice dreams.

"Ahn! Yeah Daddy! Yeah Daddy! Pump me with your fooooooals!"

...Like really, really nice dreams.

Wet ones, of course. After the transformation, Sunset's libido had never truly gone down. Neither had her wives.

For a year between classes and in the dorms, they fucked like rabbits. Or horses more accurately. If horses were as horny as rabbits. Sunset already knocked them all up, and since deciding to keep the kids, there hadn't been any risk of additional pregnancies.

Or so they hoped.

They never did find out if their additional kids were a result of stacked pregnancies, or just multiple fertilized eggs from round one. Twilight didn't have the medical expertise to determine either, and all were wary of going to the hospital. Generally speaking they limited direct contact with the outside world as much as possible, keeping their heads low and what have you. That being the case, AJ and Granny Smith pulled the strings to get suitably skilled midwives, and ones with close enough family ties to keep things under wrap.

As it turned out, they hadn't needed them. Their larger size and magical strength made the birthing process a breeze.

Their daughters had looked human at first. No wings, no horns, no tails, no equine ears. They were thankful for the blessing. With regular human bodies an regular human anatomy, they could be entered into the system without worry or trouble.

That had of course changed. They had all those things now.

And more. Just the other week, Scarlet Sky flew for the first time.

Hovered, if she was being honest. Point stood, though.

None of them got sick. Not once, at least not so far. Not Sunset. Not her mares. Not her foals. Cuts and scrapes and any damage healed quickly, or hardly registered.

"Yeah, that's it. Take it, bitch. Fucking choke while I breed your tight little hole."

Sunset's balls bounced off Limestone's. She relished in the sensation of her crotch slamming against thick, built boulder booty. Nothing would ever beat the knowledge she'd tamed and turned the meanest, baddest bitch she knew, however. Just that tail, fuck. She could yank it all day-

Right. Her libido.

It never went away, not after all these years. In fact, during her pregnancy, Sunset had been hornier than ever.

Yet, with familial and career-oriented obligations alike, they rarely had the time to go all out. One-on-one sessions were quick and easy, but not quite as satisfying as mating with her whole herd. Something about fucking together made her feel... good. Great, even, in an instinctual, primordial way she couldn't put to paper.

Unfortunately, seven-person orgies weren't exactly simple to organize. Or manage, for that matter. Sunset kept telling herself she'd ask family to hold the kids for a week or two, take off sick time while she and her mares plapped the days away. Bar mentioning the latter. She still hadn't done it, though.

The thing she didn't get was the tiredness. Given every change they'd experienced, why the fuck did they need sleep? Breaking bones was borderline impossible - trust her, she tried. Flu season was less than a joke. They could run on their own energy, no food or water required for days straight, but sleep? Apparently that's where transhumanism hit the line.

If sleep wasn't a worry, they could've been spending their nights plowing in the fields, or slamming in the stables. Her mares really liked both, whether to feel like stupid rutting beasts, or to engage in a bit of roleplay. Cows and horses were the natural fit.

Alas. Sex came sporadically, and typically on the weekends.

In lieu of active coitus, their bodies attempted to regulate their sex drives for them. That regulation came in the form of hyper-detailed, ultra-vivid wet dreams. These, fortunately, were not like the visions. They were just normal, regular sex dreams, if a bit more in-depth than most.

Sunset knew her wives had them too. Every morning they woke up drenched in Sunset's cum. Every morning they found their cunts and sheets soaked with sweet, seductive cunny honey. Every morning they had to shower, change the bed, and do laundry. It would have been an utter nightmare were it not for magic.

"I'm gonna fucking cum, bitch. You ready? 'Cause once I'm done, I'm taking your other slut sisters, too. Already got Pinkie."

"Nnngh, fuck yeah, stud. Breed me. Breed all of us! I wanna hear 'em scream like I do."

((Left this section in, because I'm not sure if it veers close enough to the line of incest for you or not. If it does, let me know and I'll modify it. c:))

Sunset flashed a wicked grin, digging her fingers in Limestone's great, heaving tits. "Prepare yourself then, thot. 'Cause here! I! C-"

Knock knock knock.

"Mnnyuh?"

Sunset groaned, blinking herself awake. Her keen eyes, gifted with purer perception thanks to ascension, took in the moonlit scene before her.

Still night. Wives sleeping. Piled together. Oh, Rainbow buried herself on her dick at some point. Sunset didn't remember them banging before they went to bed, but it wasn't the first time they'd woken up in compromising positions.

But what woke her? She had her herd right here. Maybe the kids?

Knock knock knock.

Oh. Huh. That was... strange. Someone was knocking at the front door.

Stifling a yawn, she glanced left.

Only to come face first with Applejack's big, freckled tits.

Sighing, she eased herself up, slowly unwinding herself from the tangle of warm bodies. Slip her arm away from Rarity's. Ease off AJ. Nudge Twilight off her thigh.

Judging by the quiet moans, nickers, and neighs coming from them all, she had a feeling they were well in the throes of their own evening bliss. Rainbow included, hips twitching and cunt wringing Sunset's cock.

She was gonna be the toughie. Had to figure a way out of her - literally - without disturbing her slumber.

First, she eased her hands around Rainbow's waist. Given the size difference and strength, it was an easy ask to manuver the girl. Once she got used to the touch Sunset pushed further, utilizing her magic to kill her erection. Retreating into the sheath, Rainbow groaned and wiggled, pouting groggily at the sudden missing fullness in her twat. By some miracle, she didn't wake, and Sunset was freed to set her down elsewhere.

Sliding off the bed she stood, pulled up her PJs, and gave a look towards the alarm clock.

"Three AM," she muttered. Witching hour. "Who the hell's knocking on my door at three AM?"

That's when she heard it. The boom of thunder. The static screech of rain. In her stupor, she hadn't noticed the storm raging outside.

A peek beyond the curtains told her everything she needed to know.

Motherfucker. She couldn't wait to spend another eighteen days fixing the city. If this was going to be a frequent occurrence, they'd build back better this time around. The drainage infrastructure was simply not built to handle weather like this.

The knocks came again, and she grit her teeth. She let out a long, slow breath from her nose, squeezing her fists tight and releasing.

Calm down, girl. If someone was knocking on her door at this hour, in this weather, there was probably a good reason.

That, or the person knocking was in fact some horrifying monster from the fields. Really coulda been either, these days. If it came down to it, Sunset could KO the latter just fine.

Slinking out the room, she entered the long, third story hallway. The other rooms were occupied by workspaces, art studios, or gaming setups. The kids had the second floor to themselves, and the first was for guests, wider family activities, and recreational spaces like the living room, kitchen, and home gym. She'd had fun sketching out the plans, picking out the various rooms with her wives. It had been like one big Oreforge project.

Going down, she braced herself on the wall and bannister. Falling wouldn't do much if any harm, but it would make a lot of noise. Not that she needed the help. The bulk of her weight strained each step, every foot down earning a protestful creak. She could tell, without detecting, the endurance enchantment was starting to wear off. It would need renewing soon, but she couldn't deal with that right now.

Finally, at the bottom stairwell, she reached the front door in long, quick strides. Mid-knock she undid the latch, grasped the knob, and turned.

Her eyes widened. She recognized the woman standing before her even with her hood up. Only one person she knew had silver-blue hair, a blue jacket, and purple skirt.

"Trixie?" she said, almost in disbelief. What on Earth was Trixie doing here, at the asscrack of night no less?

Trixie smiled, pulling the hood back and revealing herself in full. She said something. Sunset saw her lips move, but didn't hear a word.

"You... you have..." Fumbling, Sunset gestured uselessly.

"Oh these?" Trixie reached up, pinching a pony ear between thumb and forefinger. "Why yes, thank you for noticing." Her smile fell slightly, and she hugged herself tight, shivering. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to come inside. It's freezing cold and your guard dogs aren't very keen on me."

"Guard dogs? We don't have any-" Sunset saw a green light behind Trixie and nodded. "Oh. Right, yeah. Uh. Come in, I suppose."

She swept an arm aside, ushering Trixie forth. Her surprise guest took the invitation with gusto, practically scrambling from the wet cold into the dry warmth. Sunset closed the door after, flicked on the lights, and made for the kitchen.

"Would you like anything? Tea? Coffee?"

"Some tea would be nice, thank you."

Sunset shot her a thumbs up, grabbed a bag of black, and set a kettle to steep. Once it was off she returned to the living room, finding Trixie hunched over and shuddering in the hallway.

"You can sit down if you'd like."

"No no, I've already woken you up this late. I'm also rather wet."

"Yeah, about that." Sunset lit her horn, and a wave of magic fell upon Trixie. The wetness gathered, wrung out from the cloth into a large ball that she tossed into the drain. A follow-up heat spell eased Trixie's shivers, and she offered her thanks and surprise.

"That magic sure is something, is it not?" Trixie said.

"Yup."

Sunset watched Trixie move to the couch, herself leaning against the nearby wall. Looking down, she suddenly realized how small her tanktop was. How much cleavage and pregnant belly it exposed, how prominent her nipples prodded against the fabric. Far worse was down below, the sheathed package of her stallionhood hanging down low and heavy between thick, corded thighs. Her face flushed, and she quickly crossed her arms in the vain hopes to make herself appear vaguely modest.

"So," she began.

"So." Trixie arched an eyebrow.

Sunset grinned a little too wide. "How've you been, Trix? I haven't seen you in years. The girls and I never saw you around, so we figured you went to another uni."

"Mm, that is correct. Trixie decided to take her talents elsewhere. Somewhere more fulfilling." Trixie paused for dramatic effect, touched her fingers together, then blew them apart. "By which Trixie means... I flunked out.

"Ah, shit. I'm sorry."

Sun was this awkward. She really wanted to address the whole 'pony ears and horn stump' thing, but it felt rude to be so upfront.

"Don't worry yourself about me, Shimmer. Nine-to-five office work is a living."

"Don't you mean a good, honest living?"

"No."

"Right. Fair enough."

Silence reigned. The gulf of quiet between them stretched on further and further, like a line of thick gluey spunk connecting Sunset's horsecock to a freshly bred marepussy. Pulling, pulling, until-

"Oh! Tea's ready." Wiping her brow - and harshly smacking her twitching flare for good measure, Sunset raced into the kitchen. She removed the kettle from the heat, took it in hand, and moved towards the living room coffee table. "Here," she said, placing it down. "Let me get you a cup."

She did just so, poured Trixie a drink, and passed it over.

"What about you, Shimmer?" Trixie asked, taking a sip.

"What about me?"

Trixie gestured. "How have you been? You must have your ducks in order to afford a place this large."

Sunset had the grace to blush. "Well, seven incomes definitely help."

Trixie's brows shot up. "Seven? You all live together?"

"You didn't know? We married in July, after graduation."

"After graduation," Trixie repeated. "That makes sense. You did all... change, after graduation. I was already too busy frantically applying to colleges to keep up. Sorry about that."

Sunset shrugged. Taking her own spot in a recliner, she leaned back and crossed her legs. "Eh, life happens. You grow a bunch of pony features, turn into amazon powerhouses, marry six of your best friends, and have nine kids together. Nothing out of the ordinary."

Trixie choked. "...Nine children?"

"Mmhm."

Trixie scratched her chin. "That would explain the gaggle of gremlins Trixie has seen you with in the grocery store."

Sunset furrowed her brows. "You haven't been stalking us, have you?"

"Of course not! Honestly, Shimmer, how rude." She stuck out her tongue. "As if it's simple to do anything but not notice you."

"Point taken."

Quiet settled once again. Trixie held the cup in her hands, gazing into her own black-brown reflection. Sunset opened her mouth to say something, only for Trixie to speak first.

"Speaking of what happened to you, or what you became, or... however you like to put it." Trixie chewed her bottom lip, yanking her eyes away from the liquid mirror. She averted Sunset's gaze as well, searching feebly for something plain and nondescript to fix her focus.

She settled on the flatscreen.

"That's..." Trixie continued. "Something I'd like to speak with you about. About this." She flicked an ear, rubbed her thumb across her horn's tip. She shuddered involuntarily, a sharp and clipped gasp stolen from her lips.

"Yeah. I was wondering about that too. No offense."

"None taken."

Sunset uncrossed her leg, crossing over the other. She had the urge to fiddle with her own fingers, but thought better of it. "So... what happened, exactly?"

"I'd like to know what happened to you first, if that's alright. I... ahem. Now that I'm here, having this conversation, I don't feel as confident as I did in my head."

"I know the feeling." Sunset leaned further back, clasped her hands across her lap. She found an easier way to calm herself, rubbing her right thumb in little circles. Easier to hide. "How much detail do you want?"

"Everything."

"You sure? Because that's gonna include some-"

"Everything."

Sunset rubbed a little harder. "Alright," she said.

And told her everything.

"So there you go."

Sunset exhaled through her nose, legs pushed tightly together. Through the use of sneaky magic and repositioning she had managed to pin her fully unsheathed, half-erect horseschlong between her thighs and out of sight. She couldn't keep the blush from her face, or the faint but present scent of dickgirl maremusk from pervading the room.

She hoped Trixie didn't notice, but a part of her knew the cause was lost. She'd spotted Trixie's nostrils flaring, and the improved sense of hearing her pony ears provided picked up on the ex-magician's little sniffs and whimpers.

She couldn't blame her.

Actually? Yeah, she could. Trixie said she wanted to know everything, and that's exactly what Sunset told her. Her initial impromptu equine endowment, the post-grad sleepover, the transformation and subsequent violent mating frenzy, all that transpired after and of course the recent gangbang Sunset had endured.

'Recent' being relative. It had been a year now, and Sunset was due at any point this month.

"A whole year" Trixie had asked.

"Yes," Sunset had answered. "Our pregnancies aren't normal human pregnancies, or that's Twilight's theory anyway. She says that horse pregnancies last anywhere from eleven to twelve months instead of nine, and so far that's been our experience."

Sunset fretted internally. It wouldn't be long before her herdmates came due as well, save Fluttershy. She'd given birth to another new baby girl mere months prior.

In either case, the talk of strong sweaty pony bodies and babymaking had gotten her hot and bothered. She probably went overboard at a few points, describing specifically how glue-thick her virile she-steed nutslop was, or the way her huge ponynuts bounced off rippling cheeks.

Trixie never seeemed to mind. In fact, Sunset swore she might be enjoying it. Sunset's keen sense of smell picked up on the distinct aroma of feminine arousal, and she saw more than once Trixie squeezing her thighs together.

Not unlike Sunset was doing right now.

"That, haha..." Trixie laughed weakly, pinning a few loose strands behind an ear. "Quite the, uhm. Tale."

"I tried to warn you."

"Trixie supposes you did, yes." Trixie swallowed, turning her rose-pink face and fanned herself. "Thank you for sharing, regardless."

Sunset shrugged. "Fair's fair. Now you tell me about your deal."

"Right, yes." Trixie rubbed her thighs again, keeping her eyes anywhere but Sunset. She'd spotted the bulge once, and after that couldn't look Sunset's way no matter how hard she tried. Sunset could tell she wanted to. "The thing is... I don't know what my deal is. That's why I came here."

"At 3 in the morning."

Four o'clock now.

"Yes," Trixie squeaked. She held up her hands defensively, eyes wide. "Listen, Shimmer, I- It's hard to explain. I try not to be seen these days if I can get away with it." She cast her head downwards, mumbling under her breath, "I'm just glad for the new work-at-home policies. I can't be seen with all of... this." She gestured vaguely at herself.

Sunset nodded. "I understand. We try not to go out much either. We've considered putting the girls in homeschool, but Twilight thought better of it."

Truth was, the prospect continued to tempt Sunset and the rest of them. They knew the statistics, the lost socialization. It still tempted them. Wasn't like their daughters were bereft of friends or anything, but kids were major league assholes about the slightest of differences. At least once a week, one of them came back from school crying and puffy-eyed, sometimes with missing personal belongings.

Even the teachers themselves weren't always so much better. One of them, some fat old bastard, told Pumpkin and Pepper that 'she and her sisters were spawns of the Devil himself'. Among worse things.

Were it legal, Sunset would have liked to see how well her horn served as a pike.

"Tell me what you can at least," Sunset offered. "Whatever you know."

Trixie cleared her throat, gathered herself. She sat up ramrod straight, licked her lips, and nodded meekly.

"The changes started a while ago. I can't even remember how long. Two or three years maybe? At first it was just an itch, easy to ignore. It got worse over time. Then my ears got a bit... fuzzy, like peach fuzz. A little patch of skin on my forehead got rough. And it just kept going."

Trixie sighed. "I could hide it easily for a while. Shaving my ears was awkward, but I could do it. Since I couldn't scratch the skin off my forehead, I used foundation and concealer. Obviously, it didn't stop there. Eventually I started wearing my hoodie again, headbands, headphones, you name it. Especially when they started turning blue. And... pointy."

"Do you have any idea what caused it?"

"No. I remember touching this weird looking rock at some point, but I think that was after the changes began."

Sunset hmmed. "I'll have to ask Twilight to give you a look, if you're okay with that."

"Mhm."

"So ears and a horn. Is that everything?"

"N- no." Trixie closed her eyes, briefly shaking, before getting up from the couch.

Before Sunset could get a word in Trixie was pulling up her hoodie, exposing the fashionable gray tank top beneath. Sunset's eyes laser-focused on the woman's tight belly, and thoughts of turning it round invaded her mind. Her cock throbbed hard, and another inch or so spilled out against her pantleg.

"What are you-" Sunset's words died in her throat as Trixie turned, and lowered her skirt to expose her panties. Sunset's gaze flicked to Trixie's sodden cameltoe for a moment, shaft growing longer, harder, mouth salivating, before two things pulled her away.

"Cutie mark," she mumbled.

And a tail.

"Cutie what now?"

"Cutie mark," Sunset repeated, more audibly. She pointed with her thumb towards the stamp adorning Trixie's flankss. "You have a tail, too."

Trixie deadpanned. "Really? Trixie had no idea." She flicked it dismisively.

It wasn't a large tail, not like Sunset, her herd, or her fillies. Like Trixie's horn it was half-formed, reaching down only an inch past her buttocks.

Sunset gulped, eyeing Trixie's visibly soaked panties a second time. "Is that all the changes?"

"Two more," Trixie said.

And Sunset's jaw dropped open, as pink magic lit her horn, and lifted the teacup.

"Holy shit," whispered Sunset.

"And one last thing." Trixie set the cup down, and got a sudden, faintly manic look in her eyes. The pupils dilated, breathing grew shallow, and Trixie pulled her skirt down further. "T-Trixie has been... H-hah..." She breathed out, breath steaming even in the home's warmth. One hand reached down to paw between her legs, the scent of bitch in heat growing stronger. "Trixie has been so horny. All her toys can't satisfy her and- A-and I needed to see you. I didn't even know where you lived. You just... mnnn..."

Her hand trembled, quivered violently before whatever thread of sanity keeping her decent snapped. Trixie ripped her panties apart, and feverishly ground her palm against a thick, large, pulsing clit. "You p-pulled me here. Called me here, somehow. Called Trixie. Trixie needed to know, needed answers. B-but now..."

Trixie's eyes locked on Sunset's bulge.

"Trixie needs you."

Shit.

Shit shit shit. This was bad. Sunset knew estrus when she saw it. Her wives got it one week out of the year, aligning neatly with Sunset's rut. Twilight's going theory was their herd-bond kept their biological clocks in sync.

But Trixie wasn't part of her herd. Trixie hadn't even been in close contact with her. No chance of smelling her equine masculine scent. No chance of triggering any response.

Until now.

"Now, Trixie." Sunset held up her hands in a placating gesture, doing her best to ignore her own anatomy's reply. Her body wanted it, but her mind knew - or thought it knew - better. "Don't be rash, we can talk about this."

She got ready to stand up, uncrossing her legs.

Bad idea.

Trixie pounced. Sunset gasped as her fingers fell upon her cock. Desperately, clumsily, she fumbled for the hem of Sunset's pants. Finding it, she yanked down, and without the pressure of cloth and leg to pin her dick in place, Sunset's pride stood stiffly proud and drooling.

Her flare wasn't the only thing to drool. Trixie's expression was one of ravenous hunger, saliva dribbling down her lower lip. Her breaths came in quick shallow huffs, and she reached forward, bringing the pole towards herself and cradling it like a long lost love.

"It's so... beautiful," she whispered. Cheek flush with the pulsing mast, she rubbed herself against it, smearing herself with its scent.

Sunset could only observe, stunned into silence. She had more than enough strength to push Trixie away, but... she couldn't. Didn't want to. Her loins pulsed and ached fiercely, the need to...

To what? To fuck, yes, obviously. But there was more than that.

To breed another mare. To claim another mare. If not for her herd, than to have another slut eager for her monster fuckmeat.

She shook herself, internally. This was insane. She hadn't seen Trixie in years, she didn't know anything about her life. She had to put a stop to this and have Twilight study her first. How could she know contact with her sperm wouldn't turn Trixie further? Trixie didn't have a geode, sure, but...

But... Trixie needed her help.

Didn't she?

And... if Trixie's problem was being in heat. Was it not Sunset's responsibility to fix it? Especially when she was the only person on Earth equipped for the job.

Mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah~

From base to tip, Trixie peppered Sunset's shaft with doting kisses. Her tongue joined in with the fray, sliding along the many inches of dark brown, vein-riddled slamflesh. She nipped and nibbled the sensitive skin with her teeth, paying extra attention to the flare and medial ring in a way that sent rolling, wave-like shivers through Sunset's body.

When Trixie opened her mouth, slurping up one of her fat testicles inside, Sunset's resistance broke.

She had to breed.

Sunset allowed the half-mare another moment of enjoying herself. After Trixie satisfied her oral fixation, polishing and gargling both her heavy, seed-laden balls, she hoisted the girl up with one hand. Trixie wriggled in her grasp, mewling as her twat leaked down and splashed against Sunset's belly.

"You sure you want this, little filly?" Sunset growled, her tone taking on a distinctively feral note.

"Yyyyeeeeessss."

"Then I hope you're ready for a bun in your oven."

At that, Trixie came. She squealed, writhing in Sunset's hold as her pussy spasmed and gushed. Squirt splashed between her thighs, falling onto Sunset's waiting, twitching cock. Delirious, out of her own mind, Trixie left Sunset to strip her the rest of the way. Using her magic, she tossed off Trixie's boots, peeled up her tank to expose her breasts, clasped and threw aside her bra. Exposed in her full, great and powerful glory, all that was left for Trixie to do was get thoroughly, mercilessly bred by superior pony horsedick.

Adjusting her grip, Sunset steadied Trixie with both hands. It hit her, this close, how small she was by comparison. Hopefully, Sunset could actually fit.

She lowered her down to the flare, pressing the bulging head against seeping slit. Copious pony pre and human pussy juice served enough lubrication, and pushing her pelvis up and Trixie down, the tip popped right in. Trixie moaned, toes curling and spine arching in.

"Ohhhh, Shimmmerrrrr~ Y-you're... soooo biiiiig~"

Sunset didn't say anything. Just grunted. Didn't need to. Expression said it all.

'I know I am, bitch.'

Because studs didn't talk.

Only. Bred.

Using her as a personal fleshlight, Sunset moved Trixie up and down. Each thrust, she managed to go a little deeper. Trixie spasmed, drooling and babbling incoherently as her cunt was stretched wider than should have been possible. Slowly, as Sunset inched deeper, the bulge in Trixie's stomach rose higher.

Eventually, half an inch past the medial ring, Trixie could fit no more. Sunset was disappointed, but she could work with that. Just because Trixie couldn't fit her all the way in?

Didn't mean Sunset couldn't fuck her all the way hard.

And boy did she. With Sunset's experience, libido, and general superhuman qualities, it didn't take long before Sunset fucked her in earnest. Hands wrapped around Trixie's waist, she put the half-human slut to proper use, treating her as roughly as she would her onahole.

Trixie didn't seem to mind. Her cries rang sharp and loud, but Sunset couldn't have the ditz waking her kids.

So what did Sunset do?

Why, lift up her shirt, present her lactating nipple, and have Trixie drink from the bountiful depths of her tittymilk. Duh. What else?

Trixie drank down gladly, eagerly. Sunset continued to jerk her up and down, paw fully encompassing the span of Trixie's right asscheek while her left hand pinned Trixie's head in place.

"Good girl. Drink as much as you want. Our foal is gonna need it."

Trixie moaned into Sunset's tit, eyes rolling up as she came again. After a bit, Sunset had her switch nipples, never pausing her thrusts once.

Pent up after her wet dream and subsequent blue balls, Sunset's climax approached rapidly. Low-hanging fruit pulled up, sack drawing tight. Her mast throbbed to its fullest, its hardest, and she felt herself flare inside Trixie.

At the same time, with her knees tucked in, Trixie moved her feet beneath Sunset's dense orbs. Curling them in, she massaged the twin spheres with her delicate soles, the tickling taps of her toes finally sending Sunset over the edge.

They came together. Sunset leaned over, clamping her teeth down on the tender flesh of Trixie's neck. Into her breast Trixie screamed and came harder, as velvety ropes swirled and shot up into Trixie's eager, waiting womb.

Glorp, glorp, glorp, glorp.

Each shot bulged Trixie's tummy a little farther. Several days without proper sex had left Sunset backed up, sperm packed tight, high in volume as well as density. Trixie looked at least three months pregnant before her fragile human body failed her, the rest of Sunset's searing hot spermslag washing down Sunset's cock and balls.

As they wound down, Trixie continued to murmur and suckle from Sunset's generous teat. Sunset smiled, running fingers through her hair, allowing her to drink as much as she liked. Sunset was a big girl in every possible way, and with that came plenty of delicious, nutritious dairy.

A faint thrum and glo caught both their attentions. Sunset looked down, realizing it was coming from her.

Specifically, her geode.

Her now glowing, buzzing geode.

Their gazes met, and Trixie, stupor broken, popped off her nipple. She opened her mouth, but the buzzing grew loud. Louder, louder, until Sunset couldn't hear her own thoughts, let alone whatever Trixie had to say.

The light grew with it, becoming near blinding. Squinting through the white, Sunset gawked at Trixie as she changed right in front of her.

Trixie's horn pushed out. Thicker, longer, spiralling into a properly formed, fully grown unicorn's spire. Her tail joined with it, reaching down past her knees. Her pussy lips puffed up, thickening, darkening, taking on a blue similar to her pony features but shades darker.

The sexual aspects of her body swelled out. Chest fatter, hips wider, thighs thicker, butt bubblier, lips plumper. It didn't stop there, morphing her face, drawing out her best qualities and tamping down the less desirable. It came to an end as she grew in her entirety, gaining another foot on her old height, leaving her well above six feet tall.

She wasn't anywhere near the amazonian sex goddess extremes of Sunset's wives. But she was far from human.

"What the fuck."

Like a snap of fingers, sound returned. The light ceased.

Sunset and Trixie's heads snapped right.

To see Twilight standing in her nightgown, jaw slack and eyes bulging.

"Uhhhhhh," Trixie began.

Sunset grinned. "It, uhm. Isn't what it looks like?"

Twilight blinked rapidly for a moment. Took her glasses off. Cleaned them. Put them on. Blinked again.

Then pinched one nipple, and placed two fingers inside her pussy.

"Keep going."