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by Incandesca

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Sunset Shimmer, Equestria Girls, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Comedy, Main 7 (EqG), Profanity
Length: 37335

Sunset Shimmer has a problem. Specifically, a horsedick problem, and it's about to become everyone else's problem, too.

For some time now, Sunset and her friends have been, well, more than just friends.

Then Sunset grew a massive horsecock. That's a problem in and of itself, but of course it's tied to her libido, which is tied to when she ponies up. Obviously, she's been trying to figure out what's going on without them knowing, but you can only keep a literal fucking horse penis to yourself for so long.

Whatever happens when they find out, it'll certainly be a wild ride.

Literally.

Contains: Futa/Female. Female/Female, Orgy, Transformation, Impregnation, Growth, and Size Differences

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Published 2023-10-14 19:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-02-11 21:11:35 UTC

Irritating Issues of Emerging Equine Endowments

Sometimes, Sunset hated Equestrian magic.

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

But still. Equestrian magic, particularly on Earth?

Kinda fuckin' sucked.

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

Like, for example, right Sun-damned now.

Sunset groaned.

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

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

You had a fucking problem on your hands.

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

Oh well. Sunset never minded a good challenge.

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

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

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

Using the attacks to make arts and crafts.

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

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

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

"Oh! A new friend has arrived."

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

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

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

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

So. It was evil MILFs now, huh?

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

Between her legs, Sunset throbbed.

Alright. On second thought, she could definitely complain.

"Sunset!"

"Huh?"

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

And only then noticed the glass streaking right towards her.

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

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

If the speedster heard her, she was already gone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

FWUMP.

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

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

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

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

"Not today, buddy. Not today."

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

Because fucking Tartarus it was big.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bzz bzz.

She snatched the phone from her pocket and sighed.

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

Sunset chuckled and typed out her response.

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

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

Twilight: Alright. Sorry, again.

She left it at that and sighed.

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

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

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

Right.

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Perturbing Pony Prick Problems Promptly Presented

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This particular sleepover?

It wouldn't be for a night.

Or a weekend.

But three weeks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah. Sunset knew an intervention when she saw one.

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

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

"So..." she began.

She did not continue.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A whozzuwut now?" Applejack asked.

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

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

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

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

"U-uhm."

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

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

Sunsett just sorta... stared.

"M-may I see it?"

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

"No" Sunset blurted.

Immediately, Fluttershy appeared crestfallen.

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

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

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

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

"Yes."

Furiously, Twilight fanned herself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sunset nodded.

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

Pinkie shouted, "Like pussy!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pinkie grinned. "Me six?"

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

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

Fluttershy's eyes widened. "Huh-wha"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Turned on it was.

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

"Fine, point taken."

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

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

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

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

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

"My word," gasped Rarity.

"Sheesh, how big are those things?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Slut," Rainbow jeered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Twilight, are you-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fluttershy, I-"

"Shut it," she growled.

Sunset did.

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

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

"U-uh."

"I said - got it?"

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

"Good."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or she really, really fucking did.

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

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

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

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

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

"Cum."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the wait was worth it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

However, their collective afterglow was soon interrupted.

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

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

Then plunged inside.

Herd of Horny Harem Hussies Haranged by Harrowingly Huge, Humungously Hung Horsecock

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.

Confusingly Compounding Consequences of Ceaselessly Carnal Coitus

One week had passed since Princess' Twilight's return. Apparently the seven had been going at it for a solid thirteen days straight, much to everyone's shock.

Princess Twilight, of course, was fascinated. As was her Earthen counterpart. After cleaning up the wrecked living room, throwing out what couldn't be salvaged, repairing and cleansing what could, examinations were performed. Tests were run. Diagnostics taken.

In the process, there were of course more lewd adventures. On a handful of occasions, Princess Twilight herself got involved. The conclusions drawn thus far proved to be extraordinary, and she was eager to bring her findings to Princess Celestia.

Initially, Sunset warned her off the idea. For one, it was horrifically embarrassing. For two, no better textbook definition of 'Too Much Information' could one find.

To refute her point, Twilight described in lurid detail how all the Princesses in Equestria - herself included - owned their respective harems. The Royal Sisters preferred to keep theirs more on the down low for the sake of appearances, but Twilight and Cadance were quite open with theirs.

Twilight's was, unsurprisingly, comprised of her five friends. That extended also to her world's Trixie and Starlight Glimmer.

Sunset couldn't hide her disappointment, learning that fact. She would have loved to claim Starlight for herself, thinking on the first occasion they'd met. Fortunately, Twilight proposed they share the reformed unicorn. Apparently she was an absolute slut for marecock, and Twilight doubted she'd turn down the chance to get stuffed by two.

Sunset agreed to the offer. Because obviously.

After dotting all the is and crossing their ts, Twilight left for home. She said to keep in touch, and that she'd love to run further experiments - and 'experiments' - in the future.

By then, Sunset and the girls had only two days before Earth Twilight's parents returned. Without a cold chance in Tartarus of squeezing into their old clothes, Rarity set her masterful hands to the task of stitching new outfits. They could at least spare Velvet and Night Light the full brunt of their immodesty.

Whatever loose or spare fabric Rarity could get her hands on - and that Twilight confirmed was up for grabs - she used. Bedsheets, pillowcases, curtains. She wove them all to their fullest potential.

Which... granted, wasn't saying much. She did her best, and they were lovely - honest - but they amounted effectively to quilted chest straps and skirts.

But they fulfilled their purpose. The most important assets were concealed, and they kept the ample abundance of curvaceous quaking to a relative minimum.

Relative being the key word.

One thing she did not appreciate - besides having her entire wardrobe effectively tossed in the trash - was how tricky needlework had become. Things once well-suited to normal human hands were now frustratingly small, ill fit for the likes of a high class amazon.

She did get better with time however, and Sunset and Twilight helped her on by showing her the ropes of telekinesis. Once Rarity adjusted, she quickly fell into the flow of using unicorn magic. She admitted, though, that she still preferred working with her hands. Hard to blame her there, honestly.

Afterwards, she vowed to spin up new wardrobes for each of them. Sunset was of course thankful, though saddened by the prospect she might no longer be able to wear her old leather jacket. She and that thing had been through a lot.

Like hell was she giving it away though, even if she couldn't use it anymore. The same went for her guitar and motorcycle.

But cest la vie. Perhaps she could read up on growth spells later.

At the present moment, they all sat at the - notably small - dining room table. Twilight's parents had arrived that morning, and their initial response seemed for all intents and purposes better than anyone had expected.

That wasn't to say they were exactly 'happy'. Sure, they were glad their little - not so little anymore - Twilight had found love, but, well...

That love was for six other women. All of whom were absolutely stacked, built like a brick house, and possessed some decidedly inhuman qualities. All of which, similarly, required an in-depth explanation on what exactly Twilight and her friends had been getting up to in the last few years.

The magic stuff, specifically. Not the sex stuff.

Either way, Sunset was sure the only reason they didn't ground Twilight's fat, glorious booty right then and there was because they were probably - and quite reasonably - a hair intimidated by their new baby girl. Not that Twilight would have done anything untoward.

The fact they already had grandkids on the way also might have had something to do with it. Twilight Velvet definitely seemed like the 'give me children' kind of mom.

Honestly? Sunset was just glad she didn't decide to castrate her for knocking up her daughter.

Sunset looked at the miniature fork between her fingers, spinning it around and around. Craning her neck slightly downwards, she had to be extra careful with where her horn was pointed.

One time, she'd gotten up from the seat too quickly. After that?

Ha. Ha. Ha ha ha.

Not again.

"Y'know Twi, your parents are pretty cool." Rainbow, lounging tipped herself back in the comparatively tiny chair. Sunset didn't question how it supported them so easily despite their weight.

Magic bullshit, probably.

The inner machinations of magic bullshit was an enigma. Truly.

"Why do you say that?" Twilight asked.

"Just... they're super chill. I think everyone was pretty worried they were gonna blow a gasket."

"Couldn't blame 'em if'n they did."

Twilight shrugged, adjusted her glasses. Those, somehow, had changed size with her. "I'm as confused as you guys are. Not like I'm going to look a gift horse in the mouth though. Or an anything horse, for that matter."

She flicked her tail. Quiet laughter ran through the crowd.

"Just count your lucky stars that she did take it well, darling. We have many others we'll need to break this... little development to."

From the living room, Twilight Velvet entered. She sat down, needles in hand, and began to sew, casual as you please.

"Truth be told, I didn't take it very well."

"Mom?"

"Apologies for bursting in on the moment, sweetie. Feel free to continue when I'm done, like I'm not even here. But in all seriousness, I was... taken aback, to say the very least. When I opened the door and saw you- in that-"

She gestured at Twilight's skimpy ensemble. "Not to mention everything else, I thought I might faint. And gods, you're all so young as well. But," she sighed. "Ah. I'm still your mother, and I love you. It's not as if you haven't told me about some of this magical nonsense before either. I trusted you then, and I trust you now. I understand none of this was a fully conscious decision any of you made. Life happens, and that's just that.

Velvet smiled. Beneath her soft, kind eyes, the wrinkles of age showed on her pale skin. Reaching forward, she took Twilight's much larger hand into her own and squeezed.

"You're my daughter - my only daughter - and my job as your mother is to support you. When I was younger, barely older than you are now in fact, Nighty and I hadn't intended on me becoming pregnant. But it happened, and we decided to roll with the punches. In the end? I'm glad it happened, even if I never intended it to. Raising you and your brother has been stressful, certainly, but it's also been the most rewarding thing I and your father have done in our lives. I hope and wish you and all your... friends," she said the word as though not entirely sure it was the right one. "Derive as much joy from raising your children as I have you two."

Twilight, a bit teary-eyed, smiled. "I love you, mom."

A collective 'Awwww' rose from the crowd. Twilight's cheeks flushed.

"I love you too, starshine. I'll get out of your hair now."

Silently, she returned to sewing, and the conversation resumed.

"I'm not gonna lie," Sunset muttered. "I'm definitely pretty worried how all of your families are going to take this. It's great that Twilight's parents are so supportive - thank you by the way, Misses Velvet - but..."

AJ shrugged. "If it makes ya feel any better, Sunset, ah don't think any 'a mine's gonna mind. Extra strength on the farm's always welcome." To punctuate her meaning, she flexed her biceps. Sunset caught Velvet's gaze wandering there for the barest hint of a moment, before snappping back to her needlework.

Can't blame you, Misses Velvet. Can't blame you.

"Heh. It does a little bit. Thanks."

Fluttershy, sitting beside Sunset, placed a hand on her arm. "I know you're worried. It's completely reasonable, and I am too, but whatever happens we'll get through this together."

"Yeah!" Pinkie cheered. "My parents are probably gonna have a heart attack, but they'll get over it! I've given them plenty enough to kill them already and they've survived so far!"

"At the end of the day," added Rarity. "There's no point in worrying ourselves over maybes and maybe nots. It does us no good. We will handle things as they come, and I for one believe that everything will work out in the end."

Everyone nodded to that. Sunset did after a moment of delay, with some begrudging reluctance.

"Another thing though, something more immediate."

Sunset pointed a finger at the group's general direction, leveling it at their bellies and the dual-sided suns imprinted there. All her mares blushed.

"If we're going to have foal- Or, kids. If we're going to have kids, we're going to need housing, among a bunch of other stuff. I can probably convert some Equestrian bits to dollars on the DL, but that's pretty risky legally speaking - trust me I know - so we'll also need a legitimate source of income."

"Ah think ah got the solution t'at least one 'a those things. We're big. We're strong. We got magic. And Sweet Apple Acres is already owned bah mah family. Long as Granny agrees, it'll be right easy fer us to build our own house."

"Oooh, yes!" Twilight giggled, clapping. "I can finally put my mathematics and understanding of architectural integrity to good use! You guys have no idea how much I've wanted to design a building."

Sunset hmmed. "I guess."

"What do you mean guess, darling? I think it's a wonderful idea. We'll all pitch in. It's not as if we haven't done something similar before. Remember building the dock at Camp Everfree?"

"Okay, yes, but like, that was a dock," Dash said. "Building an entire ass- Um, sorry Twilight's mom."

"Not a problem, dearie. The images put in my head today are far worse than any cuss word you can imagine."

"Heh heh. Right... Point being, a dock isn't that big a deal. But a whole house? I mean, if that's something we gotta live in it's gotta be fu- I mean frrrreaking huge."

"Then we scale it up," Twilight soothed. "Need I remind you I can levitate things? The construction won't be a problem."

Sunset frowned, uneasy. "Just making sure it doesn't fall apart. We're not actual architects, Twilight. No matter how much you know on the subject, you need a license to do that sort of thing."

"Ah'm sure ah can get a contractor. Plenty 'a those in the Apple family. How else d'ya think we do the barn raisin'?"

Sunset and Rainbow shared a glance. Both knew they still held reservations, but neither could think of an immediate counterargument.

"There's still the matter of employment, however," Rarity said.

"Not to mention our alter egos!" Pinkie chirped.

Sunset raised a brow. "Pinkie, I don't think we really had alter egos at all."

Twilight concurred. "Honestly, I'm pretty sure the city just tolerates us at this point. It's not like the police can deal with magic on their own. As for how the government hasn't gotten involved yet... That I don't know. Hopefully it doesn't end up being an issue in the future given our... current forms. As for employment-"

Night Light's entrance interrupted her train of speech. Grinning, a dark-toned hand swept back his midnight blue hair, in his arms carrying a mile-high stack of pizza boxes.

"Dinner's here, everyone! Hope you're all hungry."

The collective rumble of stomachs sounded less like seven hungry teens, and more like a five oh earthquake.

Velvet giggled. "Now remember, all of you are eating for two now."

"Mooooom!"

"Uhm." Fluttershy looked away, hiding half her face behind her mane. "What if we're carrying... more... than one."

A chill ran down Sunset's spine.

"I-I'll, uhhhh. Need to ask Princess Twilight... about... that one."

"Here, I'm sure you can all serve yourselves, right?" Night Light set the boxes down on the table, spreading them out one by one. "Got soda in the kitchen by the way. Oh! And wings, and boneless wings, and brownies, and-"

"Honey. I think they get the idea."

"Yes, yes, of course. Just trying to take care of my future grandkids!"

Rainbow opened a box and instantly recoiled. "Ewww. Pineapple? Which one of you freaks likes pineapple on their pizza?"

"Me," said Twilight. "And I'll have you know pineapple on pizza is delicious. It's not like you have to eat it anyway."

Sunset had already grabbed a slice and began chewing. With her size and hunger, it was gone in an instant.

"I'd like to make it known to the jury that I also think pineapple on pizza is delicious."

"Oh my god. I can't believe I let you knock me up."

"Rainbow!" Twilight exclaimed. Then, through clenched teeth, "We are eating with my parents."

"What? Obviously we're preggers. Do you want me to lie about how Sunset totally used her-"

Twilight clapped a hand over Rainbow's mouth.

Rainbow kept talking.

The moment brought a smile to Sunset's lips. A memory dredged itself from the depths of her mind, one that Princess Twilight had informed her of in private earlier in the week. Looking around at her mares, she couldn't deny her feelings. She couldn't deny she wanted to spend the rest of her life with them - all of them.

Well, Sunset. No better time than the present.

"Hold on, guys. I have... something important to ask you."

Six sets of eyes shifted on her. In them, Sunset saw people she cared for - people she could love.

Pinkie's bright baby blues, always bubbly and positive, striving to keep everyone happy.

Fluttershy's gentle teals, her kindness and the compassion she showed for every creature big and small.

Rainbow's pools of magenta, daring and bold, loyal to the bitter end. Maybe a bit obnoxious and dense, but meaning the best.

Rarity's sapphire jewels, generous to a fault, capable of seeing the best and beauty in everyone she met.

Applejack's emeralds, her honesty and hard working ethic, the faith and trust she showed, never backing down from an opportunity to lend a hand.

And finally Twilight, her sparkling amethysts, sharp as a tack, shy but also sassy, curious and eager to learn and make friends and show how much she cared.

"Princess Twilight told me about this... ritual that's done, when a... ahem, a stud wants to officially make a mare part of their herd. So, without getting into too much detail."

Fluttershy was the closest. Sunset dropped to one knee, looked into her eyes and held one of her hands in both of her own.

"Fluttershy, will you be my herdwife?"

Without a second of hesitation, Fluttershy answered.

"Yes."

Sunset grinned, kissing her knuckles.

One by one, she asked each of her friends. Each one said yes without pausing to think for a moment. For Twilight, the last remaining unclaimed, said yes before Sunset could ask. She kissed Sunset herself.

Velvet and Night broke into applause.

"I presume," asked Velvet. "This is similar to marriage, judging by the title of wife?"

"Pretty much yeah, just without papers and documents or a proper wedding."

"Hmm, thought Night Light. "I think that's a real shame, personally. You lovely ladies would make for quite the brides I think."

"Oh, Sunnyyyy, Sunny Sunny Sunny Sunny Sunny!"

Sunset, brows furrowed, looked at Rarity. "Yeah, Rares?"

"Can we? Can we please have a wedding? Oh my heavens, I would oh so love to make the dresses for us, each one made special! I have always wanted to do something like this."

Sunset cracked a grin, leaned over, and kissed her cheek.

"Sure, babe," she said.

"Let's get married."

Author's Note

When I wrote this in...

Checks paper.

...late May, jesus christ - this was initially intended to be the epilogue. Partway through uploading the finalized chapters, however, the commissioner approached me with the proposition of adding more to this story.

I said yes, of course, so don't hop off the train quite yet. There's more steamy horse smut cummin' your way, and I've got a few interesting ideas in store beyond.

I am however taking a slight departure away from the initial comedic tone I've established, but not fully. The whole basis for this little saga is inherently pretty funny - and so is sex in general, let's be honest - but there will be a bit more balance of serious to silly in the following installments. I never intended on any of this spinning out into an actual potential narrative, but here we are. Thank my lack of self control for that.

And lastly, to those who've been clamoring for some Sunset receiving action? Stick around. You might just get your wish~

Mindbending Magical Mare Mommies Marinate on a Most Mundane Mid-Autumn Mass - AKA, these titles are getting way too esoteric.

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.

Seven Saucy Strumpets Soliciting Supermassive Schlongs for Salty Sticky She-spunk

"So let me get this straight. You want me-"

Princess Twilight, wearing nothing but black heels and a lab coat, pointed at her bountiful chest.

"To share your cock." She pointed at Sunset's crotch.

"With all of them." She gestured at Sunset's wives.

Sunset grinned sheepishly. "Yes?"

"Hoo boy..."

In the center of Earth Twilight's lab, amongst the various beeps and boops of electronic gadgetry, Princess Twilight sat her ripe, supple ass on the office chair.

Within her bosom, her dark chocolate shaft had snuggled itself comfy, steadily drizzling thick pre. The obstruction posed a challenge to pinching the bridge of her nose in irritation, but she managed.

Fluttershy looked abashed. "Is something wrong?

"No, no. Nothing's wrong." Twilight rolled the chair over to the table, shuffling through her Earthbound counterpart's meticulous - laminated - - notes. "It's just I'd have no idea where to start. I've never done any extensive research into the magic of your geodes, and that's clearly what gave you all your powers and turned you into smoking hot bombshells. Usually, in Equestria, I'd start with some simple body modification spells, some intermediary transference matrices, and we'd be off to the races. Sun, I bet I could just as easily slap some constructed cocks on you and you'd have the equipment you want. Except..."

Sunset finished for her. "We don't just need the equipment. We need full functionality."

In other words - the ability to impregnate.

Twilight groaned, head in her hands. "Correct."

Warily, Sunset approached, placing a tentative hand to her shoulder. "Look at it this way, Twi. You've got a whole new problem to solve."

As of late, Princess Twilight had solved many such problems. Born from her inquisitive nature, in the times she'd come and gone through the mirror, she had begun unraveling yarn by yarn the minute and major differences between their two worlds' magic. For her, solving problems was where she found her fun.

It wasn't the only 'fun' that she got from it, though. Through careful study and research, she had been able to replicate and display her true hybrid form.

Nowadays, she and Sunset stood eye to eye. The only real difference lay in their physique - Twilight more supermodel, Sunset more superwrestler, though equal in feminine sex appeal.

Yet between the two, Sunset possessed the greater magical knowledge. Things worked differently on Earth than Equestria. The root magic may have been the same, but Sunset's personal experience and exposure gave her a greater wealth of reference to work from.

As of late, that had begun to change.

Every day, the differences grew smaller. Every day, with increasing frequency and intensity, Equestrian magic bled into their realm. Perhaps not so fast to bring their worlds' thaumic tapestries in sync any time soon, but a full shift was nonetheless inevitable. It was a plain, simple, irrefutable fact. They'd need to look into cutting the flow soon, or chaos would reign.

Twilight met her gaze, and with a smile eased her hand aside. "Thanks, Sunset. You know how I can spiral."

Sunset could not help but snort, eyeing her wife of the same name. "That I most definitely do."

"Okay!" With a start, Twilight launched herself from the chair. Clacking heelstrides brought her over to her other self in a second, whom she grabbed by the wrist and pulled close. Their buxom chests squished delightsomely together. "Me, it's magic time."

Wife Hybrid Twilight crossed her arms, pushing up her breasts. "Excuse me. It is just as much magic as it is science."

Placing her hands upon her wide, doorframe-brushing hips, Not-Wife Equestrian Twilight scoffed. "Magic and science exist on both sides of the portal, so there's no reason to say either field belongs to one or the other. And, depending on the pony you ask, the field of magical studies is just as scientific as any other discipline. Not to mention that, if anything, given magic originates from my world - where we also have science - you could make the argument that magic and science are actually both pony-"

Sunset tuned out. She knew Sparkle dissertations when she heard them, and the only thing worse than a Sparkle dissertation was a Sparkle debate.

Even worse. A Sparkle on Sparkle debate.

Sunset shuddered.

Sunset observed from a purely visual perspective her wife flush, stamp her foot, and twitch her lavender ears in adorable frustration. Less adorable, more dick-hardening, was the salacious series of jiggling that cute little foot stamp set about.

As the two intellectual terrors raged on, Sunset's attention flicked between them. It struck her suddenly that it might be wise to properly name the two in her mind. Thinking of them both as 'Twilight' got a little head-spinny after a while.

At first, she was tempted to name her wife Sci-Twi. Sci for science, and Twi for, well. Duh.

But that felt wrong. While yes, Princess Twilight had been the first of them she'd known, the Twilight Sparkle who came from Crystal Prep, whom she saved from the madness of Midnight, was her wife. Giving her the nickname between them just wasn't right.

So, in that case. What to call Princess Twilight?

Magi-Twi, for magic?

No, too long. Equi-Twi, for equine?

Same problem. Also, honestly? Just sounded kinda weird.

Or what about Pri-Twi? For Princess-

No. No. No. Absolutely not. Heavens to Celly, Sunset, that's the worst one yet. How could you even consider that?

"Aha!" She snapped her fingers. "Got it!"

The gaze of two very confused Twilights fell upon her.

She returned an awkward grin. "Was just trying to think back on where I left my onahole. Just remembered. You may continue." She waved a hand.

Hopefully the lie was of sufficiently embarrassing quality. They had to buy it.

They looked at her a moment longer, amethyst eyes narrowed in analytical suspicion, before resuming their dialogue.

Sunset relaxed. Thank the Sun she didn't have to explain what she'd actually been thinking about. That was way more embarrassing than her 'forgetting an onahole'.

Nevermind she didn't actually have one.

Yet.

She'd considered buying one for herself as her own personal Christmas present. Y'know, when her wives weren't available. Or she just really, really had to nut in a tight fucking pocket pussy.

As for her naming scheme? Twi for Princesss Twilight, and simply 'Twilight' for her wife. It was beautiful. Elegant. Truly, only the mind of a great genius such as herself could conjure such a magnificent solution.

"Hey Sunset?"

"Huh? Whuh? What's going on?"

Twi tapped a pen to her cliboard. "Twilight and I are going to run a few tests to get started, but we need you present. Is that fine?"

Sunset glanced to her wives, then the Twilights, then nodded. "Cool with me."

"Great!" Twi clapped her hands before politely shooing the rest out. "Sorry, but we need to keep the study sample small for this one. Magic can be a bit volatile, and it's better to isolate our variables."

"Ugh, okay, we get it," Rainbow groaned. "Just... please, stop talking like a nerd."

Twilight and Twi shoved her out the door, with Twilight delivering a smack to her fit ass. "Never gonna happen, sweetie."

The door clicked shut. Seconds later The two Twilights stripped completely down, and Twi pressed her busty self against Sunset's front. Her sheath throbbed in her jeans, and each heartbeat brought a growing, hardening pulse behind her zipper.

"Woah there, cowgirl. Aren't we supposed to do research?"

Twi licked her lips, grinding her ebony shaft between Sunset's tits. "This is research. See?"

She pointed behind her. Twilight had plopped herself in the chair, legs spread and puffy violet mound on display, standing in stark contrast to her silky flesh. Fingers teased apart the folds, rubbing her winking bead as papers, pens, and recording instruments hovered beside her.

"She's, mmm, right," Twilight moaned. "Studying sex magic requires, hahhh, intimate means of conduct."

Sunset had doubts. "I want to express my concerns, but I also don't want to say no."

Twi leaned in, breath hot and balmy. "Then don't," she whispered, before their full lips pressed together.

Sunset did not resist as Twi slipped her tongue inside. For moments they warred, moaning and groping their twisting bodies. Their tall, spiralling horns clicked and slid against one another, creating in Sunset's skull a pleasant, dull tingle that led down to her loins.

When Twi pulled back, lust in her eyes, Sunset looked down to discover herself entirely nude. Off by the wayside, her clothes sat in a neat and folded pile, pressed so immaculately it would make Rarity impressed.

"Fuck." Sunset gasped as her shaft pressed against Twi's. Two equine pillars of throbbing, stiff flesh. One like mottled caramel, the other smooth dark chocolate, and both rapidly rising. Pre oozed from their tips like leaky faucets, smearing and staining the skin slick and sticky. "You... have got to teach me a spell like that, mmmmph. I-it'd make handling our daughters' laundry so much... easierrrrr!"

Sunset shut her eyes, rocking into Twi. Their hips ground together, turgid staffs of thick, virile maremeat grinding and grating the veins, the medial rings, their sensitive undersides.

"S-shhhit, Twi. I, ahhhh- always thought frotting was one of those things you only see in porn, but this..."

"Feels good?" Twi giggled. "I was surprised too. Now grind harder, babe. I really gotta test this theory..."

Sunset didn't bother asking more. Twilight occupied herself recording some kind of information, whatever that was beyond two giant horny horse women frotting with their arm-long equine fucksticks. She could worry about the science part.

Twi and Sunset could worry about the sex.

And oh by Celestia's glorious flanks did they.

Some 69ing, piledrivers, full nelsons, reach-arounds, spitroasts, and prostate milking later, they had the data both Twilights said they required. In grand total, it came up to a full twenty-four hours of shameless, frantic, and frenzied rutting.

They certainly had the results to show for it. One in the form of whole paper-stuffed manilas. The other - a very, very sticky lab, permanently stained with the scent of cum.

Sunset wiped the sweat off her brow, extracting herself from the snug, wall-mounted fleshlight. One now thoroughly glued shut with no less than a pint of steaming, maple-thick horse jizz. She fought the urge to plunge in just one more time, feel her own sloppy spunk warming her cock.

"That the last sample you need?"

Both Twilights nodded, one bouncing on the other's lap.

"S-s-should be everything!" Twilight said, though it was hard to hear her over her own squealing, cunt gushing, hips slapping, and Twi's grunting. As Sunset eyed them Twi picked up the pace, firmly grasping her smaller self's lovehandles and turning her girthy shaft into a hole-gaping jackhammer.

"Ohhhhhffffuuuuuuck!"

Sunset arched a brow. "So is there any reason you're doing that or..."

Twi grinned. "Nope! I just think your wife is super hot."

Despite her screaming orgasm, Twilight managed to blush.

"You do realize she looks basically exactly like you, right?"

"Are you telling me you wouldn't tap your human counterpart?"

"...Okay. Fair."

"And there's your one fatal mistake, Shimsham. You. Ha! Don't. Ha! Debate. Ha! MmmnnMe!"

Twi screwed her eyes shut, nostrils flaring as her heavy equine orbs drew up. Sunset heard the cum travel up her pipe, saw it turn Twilight's slim waist into the mildest paunch. Oodles and more of slimy porridge drooled through the marecunt seal, pooling in the crease of Twi's sack, as she continued to fuck and thrust through the ride.

Gradually, panting, she came down from the peak. Her lips offered a toothy grin, one eye opened, and in it Sunset saw a perverted twinkle.

"You can join if you want," she crooned. "I'd like to run another experiment, just for us." Her grin widened. "How about we see if two cocks can fit in the same hole?"

Twilight sputtered. "W-w-wait what?"

Already on it, Sunset pressed her flare to Twilight's entrance. "Yeah. I fuck with that."

She slipped in, drawing a laughing moan from the alicorn. "Literally."

For the next month, Sunset and her wives barely saw hide nor hair of either Twilight.

On occasion, Twi did come back and forth through the portal - one they'd since moved from the statue to their house. For the most part, however, she'd instructed Spike and Starlight to hold the fort. Any emergencies or Princess demands that drew her back, she ushered along as quickly as possible.

Sunset would admit. She was surprised.

In the past, Twi never seemed keen to linger long this side. Sunset wondered if it might be the selfcestuous siren's call of her own counterpart's fat, meaty horse pussy, but she doubted it.

Twi had seven such fat, meaty horse pussies back home, ready to serve up at her beck and call. If what Sunset gathered from an off hand comment was heard right, that offer extended to many from Ponyville's prime breeding population as well.

Sunset was mare enough to say she envied Twi. She savored the thought of strolling down the street, cock out and throbbing, with hot ass mares flicking their tails aside and presenting their wet, drooling gifts just for her. Shamefully, she'd spent many a self-love session pumping said cock to the fantasy of that cultist from November.

Alas. She only had six wonderful, beautiful, amazing wives. Woe was her.

As for the Twilights' absence, she could imagine one compelling reason if they shared deeper similarities. On many occasions, Sunset remembered well how Twilight would find some new scientific question to solve, and throw herself endlessly against it until she had her answer.

Despite her seclusion, Twi did still crawl from the hermit shack every few days. In those short breaks, it gladdened Sunset to see she got on well with the kids.

The first time they saw her, they were awestruck. The sight of both Twilights side by side then prompted Amber to start cheering "Two moms! Two moms!" until all nine troublemakers were running and chanting the phrase through the whole house.

Before Rainbow promptly - snarkily - reminded them they had seven.

But while the lab seemed to have become the pair's current home, Twilight continued coming to bed. To that, Sunset was thankful.

She would have sorely missed any one of her mare's absence. Twilight especially, however, given their history, all that they'd been through.

Several times, Sunset and her mares expressed that Twi was more than welcome to sleep in their bed if she so wanted. Generally, she did not. Once or twice she did oblige, though only as a means of partaking in a bout of frisky business.

Sunset couldn't begrudge her for that. Twi had her own herd, her own wives back home. She liked Sunset and the others as friends - Sunset a particularly close one and Twilight as a respected colleague - but nothing more, and that was entirely fair.

Fortunately, the home offered plenty spare guest rooms for dozing off. They went seldom used. Most cases, Sunset would travel down to the lab with breakfast in tow or simply to check on progress, only to find the mare passed out in an office chair, snoring and drooling against a table.

Sunset liked to use the highly academic term 'quite frankly, hella cute'.

Not that she'd tell her that. Sunset got the inclination informing an alicorn they were 'hella cute' for drooling on themselves in their sleep would be something of a kick to the ego. And, as someone who liked her ego exactly the way it was - give or take some generous strokes - Sunset refrained from letting that comment slip.

December passed without much fanfare, beyond the usual holiday ruckus. Sunset was just glad they had seven incomes to split amongst buying gifts for their nine children. Meanwhile she, herself, did in fact buy that onahole.

It was a slow January morning. Their kids had gone off to school hours ago, taken by the bus. The sky shone a dreary, bluish gray. She and her wives, sans Twilight, spent their New Years' vacation time together in the living room, watching some show or another. It was boring, but it was the kind of boring that lulled you into its boringness, until you were left so devoid of care you nor anyone else bothered switching it off.

That was until Twi and Twilight burst from the downwards stairwell door, buzzing with excitement. Their words rambled off, trampling over one another, to the point of incomprehensibility. AJ had to step in, calm them both down, and get them breathing normally. Eventually, they managed to speak without tripping over their own tongues.

"We've done it," Twi exclaimed. "It's connected to your geodes. I just knew that was it!"

"They're a very powerful artifact. Twilight says they remind her of these 'Elements of Harmony', but she doesn't know why there's a seventh in our case."

"Mhm. Still gotta figure out that one - and a lot more about them in general. To tell the truth, I'm not even a hundred percent sure these geodes are Equestrian in origin at all, or if they are they are very, very old. Old enough I wouldn't recognize the arcane signature as any currently known form of magic."

"T'would make sense if that were the case. That Memory Stone and Time Turner er whatever Sunset called it weren't from yer time neither."

Twi shrugged. "I can't say." She brought her hands together, squealing. "Not that it's important right now! The point is, I know how to get you knocked up, Sunset! Aren't you excited?!"

"I, uh. Heh." Sunset laughed, scratching the back of her head. "Yeah. A little nervous, admittedly."

Twilight walked up, standing on her tiptoes to kiss Sunset's cheek. "You will be, but it's okay. I survived, and I'm not some crazy immortal alicorn like you are."

'I'm not some crazy immortal alicorn like you are.'

The sentence entered her mind. It ping-ponged off the walls of her skull, growing louder and fuzzier with each repetition.

She forced a smile and kissed Twilight back. "Thanks, baby."

"Let's get this done then, shall we?" Twi chirped, extracting a palm-sized notebook from her coats' pocket. "Whether or not this works, I've got notes I want to take."

Fluttershy frowned. "You don't know if it will work?"

Twi rolled her eyes. "Of course not. You can never know for sure if a new spell is going to work, just like you can't know if a new medicine will. You have to run a trial, see if there's any side effects. Speaking of which, does everyone here consent to the study? I highly doubt there will be any complications, but there is a teeny tiny risk something goes wrong."

"What're the odds?" asked AJ.

"Yeah," Rainbow echoed. "I prefer to bet on money, not my body."

"From our calculations," said Twilight. "There is approximately a point oh oh-"

"Okay, okay! It's low, we get it. No more numbers, please. That show already melted my brain."

Both Twilights giggled.

"She really is the same in every universe, isn't she?" Twi said.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Sunset arched a brow, crossing her arms. "Hold up. 'Every' universe. There are others?"

Twi blushed. "Oh! Oh, sorry, haha. Misunderstanding. I've only been to this one. I just meant, y'know-" She gestured vaguely.

Twilight turned, placing her hand on the stairwell bannister. "Before we begin, I need to go downstairs and retrieve the equipment. Twilight will tell you what you need to know. She's better at the magic thing than me."

"Not forever you won't be! Definitely not if this past month's performance is anything to go by."

Twilight hid behind her bangs. "Yeah, well. Helps I've technically been studying it since highschool."

Twi huffed. "Don't sell yourself short, Twilight. You're smart and we both know it."

Before she could get in another word edge-wise, Twilight squeaked and scrambled down the stairs.

Leaning an arm against the couch, Rarity sipped wine from a glass. "That girl needs some serious pep talk."

"You're tellin' me," Rainbow muttered.

"Either way! Let's get this done." Twi strode to the front door, throwing it open. A gust of cool winter air whooshed into the building. "Everyone, outside. I'd like to minimize whatever damage might occur if things go wrong."

Sunset took the first step, the rest following her lead. Outside they were greeted to pale-green grass waving in the wind, the sky above an icy, cloudless expanse. While the surrounding forest of apple trees remained hardy, strong as oak as ever, others fared less fortunate in the face of winter's chill.

Twi quickly caught up, stopping some ways away. Squatting, she pulled a small red flag from her coat pocket, jammed it firm into the earth, and straightened. "Here should work. Trees and the house are far enough away. Oh, another thing I forgot to ask. Do any of you know how far we are from the city?"

AJ's brows furrowed. "'Bout two'na half miles. Why?"

"Oh, nothing serious. There just might end up being an EMP discharge from the spell, and I'd rather not black out any civil infrastructure."

Rarity raised a hand. "May I interject?"

"Go on."

"To be entirely forthcoming, some of your statements have not filled me with the greatest ease. Are you and Twilight certain this is safe?"

"No more than the scientists who worked on the atomic bomb."

Twilight, levitating many large metal boxes behind her, strolled in. They all - save Twi - watched curiously as she set them down, one by one with careful scrutiny. When she was done, Rarity quirked her brow, folding her arms and pushing up ample pounds of milky cleavage.

"I'm not quite certain I catch the reference, darling."

"Did you never see Cloppenheimer?" asked Rainbow.

"I don't even know what that is."

Twilight rolled her eyes. "It's a movie, about the man behind the Manehattan Project. Before they tested the nuclear bomb for the first time, he and his team estimated a fractiously small but existent chance the explosion might never end, continuing on until it engulfed the world."

Rarity gasped, hand to her mouth. "And they carried through with it, despite the knowledge?"

"The estimate was something along the lines of zero point zero zero zero three percent. In other words, technically possible, but profoundly improbable."

"That's roughly what we've calculated things down to as well," echoed Twi. "You really have nothing to worry about. I've been training Twilight on Equestrian theorems since we started, and she's been teaching me how magic works here, so we really should have no issue. The risk comes more from the spell circles than our individual spellcasts anyway."

Meekly, Fluttershy spoke up. "What are spellcircles?"

"Pretty much what they sound like. You draw runes and patterns on a surface, in a circle. Those runes and patterns act like words or sentences, and if you pair them together in the right order, they form a complex spell, kind of like a paragraph. They're useful for more... complicated things like this."

Sunset nodded, adding on. "Here on Earth, lots of occult magic talks about them. Witchcraft and older pagan stuff. I've never seen any evidence they work, though."

"Mhm. Probably because magic isn't as natural here as it is in Equestria. That, or they're not using the correct runes. A spellcircle won't work if what you write down is complete gibberish."

"COuld be both," Twilight offered.

"Either way, I think that's enough lecturing for now. You girls want dicks. Sunset wants babies. I wanna make that happen. But first, I'd like you all to step back. We need to set up some equipment. If anyone wants to help they can. Strength and magic is going to be the biggest help."

"Oh," Twilight added. "And accuracy."

"Yes, and accuracy."

Fluttershy, Rainbow, and Pinkie stepped back. AJ, Rarity, and Sunset moved forward.

In unison, the two Twilights worked together, opening boxes. They gave instructions, and Sunset and Applejack helped haul out and plonk down the heaviest equipment. Rarity and Sunset with their magic tuned switches and dials to the Twilights' request.

When they were done, all sorts of technological gizmos faced them in a kind of widespread u-shape. Sunset didn't recognize much of it, but she did some. At four points stood tall, lamp-like structures, topped with what seemed to be artificer's clasps. Between the three pronged heads, thin arcs of magenta lightning spat between them, creating a quiet, pervascent hum. Two focusing irises pointed inwards, their roaming eyes aimless without a target.

Sunset whistled. "You weren't kidding when you said this was complicated."

Twi grinned. "No I was not, and we haven't even drawn the runes yet. Twilight, you have the diagrams?"

"Sure do." Twilight opened her coat, retrieving a sheath of papers. They lifted up into the air through magic, and stayed floating, facing towards them. "I don't know the runes like you do, so it might be better for me to step back on this one."

Twi gave a nod. "Sunset, what about you? Did you ever practice much rune-carving."

Sunset wavered a hand. "It's been a long time, though. But if you need my help, I can try."

"Come here, then. We have the diagrams anyway. Just feed your magic in as you're going. This spell is going to need some real oomf."

Beside her, Sunset and Twi got to work. Slim beams of teal and magenta magic poured forth from their horns, and slowly but surely engraved intricate patterns into the ground. At first they'd glow with their initial magical input, but as time went on the opposing colors merged to form a shimmering, iridescent lilac.

The design contained three circles. Not spread out, each had in itself another, smaller. They began with the largest, some twelve feet across, the sides of which nearly brushed the equipment. From there they worked clockwise and counter respectively, until culminating at the last and smallest circl a third the original's size.

Sunset leaned back, wiping her brow. "I have almost no idea what any of these runes mean, but that took a lot outta me. You don't need my magic for the main spell cast right? It's been a long time since I've really done actual Equestrian magic."

"Don't worry. Me and Twilight will handle that."

"Twilight and I," Twilight corrected. Twi huffed. Sunset smirked.

"First," Twi said. "Everyone get in the circle. You don't need to stand anywhere particular, just make sure you're inside. Also, strip down. I don't think you guys want your underwear getting ripped in half."

They did as she said, shuffling into the space. With seven distinct amazonian figures, it crowded quickly, elbows brushing waists with fat mark-stamped booties and boobies squish-squashing every which way. Any mild winter chill that might otherwise have existed never stood a chance.

Twi inhaled. "Alright. Here I go. Follow my lead, Twilight."

Her horn lit magenta, joined by Twilight's. Orbs of arcane energy appeared at the spire's point, growing and swirling with a dazzling array of streaks and sparks. Twilight's wavered as it grew, partially unstable, but the moment their spells connected it settled.

Gradually, the two orbs became one. Sunset observed in a mixture of fascination and wonder. She'd seen magical collectivizing here and there in her time with Princess Celestia, but only on the small scale. Watching this made her feel like she was watching two stars collide, glowing masses of energy feeding back into one another until something stable somehow formed.

The spheres' edge crept closer and closer. Both Twilights' hair blew in unseen wind, and the air itself seemed to spark around them, as though vaguely electrified. The edges were right there, one blink away from kissing, completing the spell.

Then, the world went white.

It stretched on ad infitum. She tried calling out, or raising her hand in front of her face to see.

Her mind went back to her transformation into Daydream, or the form she took today. Those had been similar to this, but shorter lasting, the blast of white light similar to a momentary flash.

As she strained to hear anything beyond the nothing - not even ringing - she began to make out sounds.

Familiar sounds.

Schlap, fap, plap, whap, slap!

"Unnnngghhhh!"

"Yeah, that's it. Fuckin' take it you bubble-assed siren bitch!"

"Annnh, Daddyyyyyy~"

Sunset knew those voices. Both of them.

Because one was her own.

The vision of herself breeding a half-fish Sonata Dusk from behind lasted all of a second. Yet in that second she got all the information she'd ever need and more.

Her half-crouched, plowing the drooling Dazzling from behind. Sonata's torpedo tits, more massive than even Fluttershy's, pooled against the floor. Her face stretched into orgasmic joy, with serpentine pupils, serrated shark teeth, a long tapered tongue, and fins in combination with blue equine ears. Shining blue scales decorated her peachy complexion, and she dug sharp claws into the ground as her muscular fish's tail coiled around Sunset's waist.

Above her yoga ball breasts, Sunset recognized a familiar gemstone. It hung not on a pendant, but was embedded into the skin, much like Sunset and her wives' geodes. It had changed color, however, glowing a hot and lustful pink, rather than its previous violent red.

Then, as though with a snap of fingers, the scene disappeared.

Sound, sensation, and structure returned to her all at once, flooding the previous void. She blinked, recognizing the blue sky, the apple trees, her villa-esque mansion only a five-minute walk away.

Five minutes relative to her stride length, anyway.

She looked around to her mares. Their gazes flicked back and forth, a couple rubbing their heads. Had they gone through something similar?

She dearly prayed they had not seen what she had. The visions had established a clear pattern, but with nothing else to go by there was no point worrying or concerning anyone else but herself.

Now that their survival had been confirmed, their was something important to check. Something long, hard, thick, flared, and throbbing between their luscious thighs.

A big, toothy grin spread across her face as she saw them. Fat, meaty slabs of equine girldick. One after the other saluted their attention, drooling tiny rivers of clear pre.

Some matched their skin color, like Pinkie's. Others matched their darker nipples, like Twilight or Rainbow. Applejack's was a mix of mottled tans, Fluttershy's pink and caramel. Rarity's shocked her the most, a mottled pink and dark gray, almost black sheath and balls, which stood starkly out against her pale white skin.

They were a fair bit smaller than her own, a little over half the length she lugged around. If she had to guess, she'd throw her lot in with fourteen, maybe fifteen inches.

Curious, she looked down to her own crotch.

And frowned.

Gone was her mighty, hole-splitting cannon of pony fuckflesh. In its place, another endowment of adequate proportion, the same as her wives.

She sighed. Oh well. Guess she couldn't have everything. Not like this would be permanent anyway.

She hoped.

Sunset tore her gaze away to the sound of two absolute nerds squealing and clapping in their poorly contained glee.

"I can't believe that worked!" Twilight cheered.

Fluttershy arched a brow, expression flat. "I thought you said the chance of failure was low."

"I did, and that was true. I still can't believe we pulled it off!"

"You pulled it off," Twi corrected. "I did most of the prepwork. The actual mana I needed for spellcasting was nothing, honestly. The hardest work was all you."

Twilight huffed, booping her counterpart's nose. "We pulled it off. You said I shouldn't underestimate my abilities? That goes for you, too."

Sunset interrupted, raising a hand. "I don't mean to intrude, but I've got a question." They waited. "How long does this spell last? Because I am not gonna be satisfied with this." She pointed at her crotch. "Forever."

Twilight adjusted her glasses. "The spell lasts until we cancel it."

"Which will be a simple matter," added Twi. "No spellcircles or equipment or anything. Just a good old fashioned spell canceller. I'll need your help with that one, though. Removing something as big as this requires a lot of energy I'm not sure even I possess on my own."

Sunset nodded, uncrossing her arms. Her cock and pussy ached, balls brimming with seed, and she was eager to get things going.

"Also," she said, biting her lip. "Not that I want to rush anyone, but I'm really - like, really fucking horny. You mind if we get started already?"

"Right here, on the grass?" Pinkie chirped. "Freaky~ I like it."

Fluttershy tentatively reached down, touched her flare, and gasped as it twitched. "M-mmm. W-we can breed like real horses." A dark cherry blush overtook her olive complexion, and by the way she pressed her knees together Sunset knew she was grinding her pussy, even if it weren't for the swiftly trailing sounds of squelching.

Note to self. Fluttershy likes horse play.

This is highly relevant future information, Sunset. Good job.

Twi saluted, flaring her wings. Beating them, she lifted off the ground and hovered in place. "I'll leave you girls to it. If you need anything, I'll be in the lab."

Flashing a thumbs up, Sunset watched as she began to fly back.

Fluttershy called out, cupping her hands around her mouth. "Could you keep an eye out for the kids? They'll be coming home from school in a few hours!"

"Can do!"

And just like that, they were alone.

Sunset had prepared to grab her nearest wife, pull her down, and get down to work.

She never got the chance.

The moment Twi turned away Applejack pulled her in from one side. Rarity magnetized to her other, grinding her stiff horsecock against Sunset's supple sun-marked asscheek.

"Fuck, darling," she growled, as AJ forced her tongue down Sunset's throat. Both their cocks touched, rubbing and grinding together, and eliciting happy moans. "How do you ever deal with this thing? It makes me so. Fucking. Horny."

Sunset couldn't get a word in edge-wise. The others, in seeming agreement with Rarity, explored her body with all their hands. Pinching, rubbing, stroking, tracing. With a great heaving shove, six pairs of arms pushed her down, prone against the grassy earth.

Her cock stood at attention, but it was what lay beneath it they were after.

"No, I wanna breed her first!" shouted Pinkie.

"I helped with the spell, it should be me!"

"I can fuck and cum inside her the fastest, then you guys can get your turn!"

"Oh of course, Rainbow dear, as if you won't continue pounding her cunt for the next four hours regardless."

"Not ta mention you'll jackhammer her stupid. Ah wanna hear her mewl mah name while ah'm pumpin' her full 'a babies."

"Oh screw this." Fluttershy stepped in, shoving the bickering studs aside. She bore a wicked grin looking down at Sunset, who had only a moment to fear the inevitable before it happened.

"Today," she purred, rubbing her tongue across plump, pillowy lips that so many times had drained her cock dry. "I get to be the Daddy~"

She was on her in a second. One moment, Sunset wasn't in a ruthless mating press. The next, she was.

There wasn't any fanfare. Fluttershy didn't bother extending her that grace. She simply knelt down in a squat, grabbed her ankles, pulled her legs apart, brushed her balls aside, and thrust home.

Sunset moaned. Not something low and guttural as she usually did. High, girly, the sound of a bitch profoundly deep in the throes of estrus.

Fuck, Sun yes, she needed this.

She wasn't sure if she thought that or said it aloud. It didn't matter for long.

Her other mares - studs, for the time being - homed in around her. Applejack gleefully stuffed her cock right down Sunset's open, vulnerable throat. She choked and gagged, never having practiced oral before, but her amazonian size and alicorn resilience kept her going. When Pinkie and Rainbow knelt beside her she didn't need to be told what to do, taking their presented dicks in hand and jerking them off. Rarity, patient and ladylike as ever, mercilessly beat her meat with the broad pink flare pointed at Sunset's heaving tits.

It felt so fucking good.

She fell into the rhythm shockingly fast. She moaned like a whore around AJ's cock, slurping and suckling for all she was worth while Fluttershy bred her silly. Their hips pistoned together, Sunset bucking up as Fluttershy did down. Her overwhelming, mareish urge to bear life had never been stronger.

She couldn't wait to be pregnant.

Big round belly. Fatter, leakier, milky tits. Her studs could drink from her nipples while they fucked her cunt from below, and she'd blow her steamy fucking loads all over her stomach.

Speaking of which.

Her shaft throbbed painfully, balls clenching, and ropes of hot gooey foalbatter shot across her abs, splashing the underside of her tits. She groaned louder, stroked faster, clenched her spasming twat down on Daddy's dick.

Babies. Babies. Babies. She needed babies.

She came again, eyes rolling into her skull. At the same time Fluttershy gave a distinctly equine whinny, slamming home and burying herself down to the base. Her leathery horse balls whapped against Sunset's bubbly butt, and cups of frothing, virile seed poured like molten metal into her aching crucible.

'Foal factory', she thought. 'I'm just a dumb, slutty foal factory.'

Her eyes crossed, and face pulled into an idiotic, dopey grin. As much as she could manage around Applejack's stiff she-dick.

Was this what her mares felt like when she bred them? Was it like that the first time, or all the time?

Like a dream, she recalled the various times she'd plowed her wives after that first three weeks of rutting. How they shrieked and screeched to put babies in her. Knock them up, make them her worthless, dumbfuck babymaking horse whores.

She thought about AJ pulling out, and leaving her to speak openly. She wanted to scream the same things.

She came again, cock and cunt at the same time. She didn't care how much of her own jizz was coating her face and hair. She loved this. She was born for this. Bred for it. Next time she saw Celestia she ought to thank her, preferrably in the form of taking her royal solar scepter in her cunt.

Sunset had always wanted to call her Mom.

Her last load mixed in with the spunk that followed. Jets shot out from Pinkie and Rainbow, slimy cream getting all over her. On her hands too, bubbly warmth sticking between her fingers, greasing up her palms. Rarity wasn't far behind, painting every inch of caramel skin she could with fashionista fuckslop.

When Fluttershy pulled out, extracting her schlong with a sloppy wet sucking noise, she wiped her cum-coated shaft against Sunset's face. "Eat up, bitch."

Sunset was pretty sure her pussy squirted again. Hard to tell when it blended together.

Twilight stuck herself in after. She got up close and personal, squishing their tits together, lapping up the mixed loads and nipping her skin.

Gosh, Sunset loved her. She loved all her wives, but Twilight had always been the most affectionate and outwards with her sentiments.

If she weren't getting gangbanged by five other marestuds, they'd probably be hugging and kissing. As it was, they made do grinding, bucking, and nickering like farm animals.

Finally, Applejack arrived. Sunset greedily swallowed down every drop, guzzling the thick, salty goodness that creampied her mouth. Nothing but a cum reseptacle for hung she-studs.

Twilight swelled her womb another size larger, and they switched again. Rainbow fucked her next, and it was all she could do not to pass out. She couldn't even distinguish one thrust from the next; they all blurred together into an endless electric ecstasy.

Pinkie swabbed her throat. The others jerked themselves off, coating the grass, each other, and primarily Sunset in their combined love.

It went on for hours, she was pretty sure. The blue sky turning pink, then orange, then red was probably an accurate indicator, or so she assumed.

She wished it could have gone on forever, but Twilight was the first one to stop. She panted hard and heavy, drool dripping from an open mouth and lolling tongue. By now, each of her studs were half as whitewashed as her.

"We... should probably... stop..." She gasped for breath between words. "But I gotta cum one more time."

She slammed balls deep inside Sunset's throat, and as if on trigger unloaded her cargo straight to Sunset's thoroughly swollen tummy. She already looked a month pregnant. The seed that couldn't fit simply soaked the ground.

Satisfied, she extracted herself again with a shuddering groan. "K-kids... are gonna be home soon. We have to wash up."

The rest gave a disappointed nod. They did make sure to blow one last wad on her, though. Her reward for being an obedient fuckpet.

Sunset grinned stupidly, pupils dilated, fingers bearing v-signs. Barely any of her original colors were visible under the sheets of wet plaster. It stuck to her tongue, the roof of her mouth. She didn't even realize she hadn't swallowed the rest of Twilight's spooge until she tried to say something, only to gargle the pool of hot, viscous she-nut.

Gulp~

"Thank you for breeding your dumb whore," was all she managed to say, before fading into the warm embrace of unconsciousness.

She woke later in their large, shared shower. The tiled room had been built to house all of them, many nozzles from above raining down hot water. The space filled with steam, the naked bodies of her stud-wives, and moans.

Everypony had paired off in some variety. Applejack and Fluttershy had their cocks buried in Pinkie's snatch. Rainbow was busy pounding Twilight from behind, pressing her tits and twitching chocolate cock against the wall. Rarity, meanwhile, was in the process of plunging her tool inside Sunset, who had been awake for all of a second.

"Oh hello, darling." She gazed down with a loving smile and sparkling sapphire eyes, wet purple hair draped across her flawless ivory skin. Her pelvis collided with Sunset's, and she lasted all of a few grunting seconds before crooning through her orgasmic load.

The moment the others noticed she was awake, they ran another lewd, loud, sloppy train on her mouth and pussy. The more adventurous and naughty flicked her scarlet-gold tail aside to expose her dark winking ponut, slipping inside the ultra-tight passage and nutting within moments.

Through the deafening noise of showerfall, husky cries, wet shlicks and schlaps, and Sunset's eager cocksucking, they explained what had transpired since she fell asleep. Twilight - pony Twilight, she forgot to use her nickname given her current predicament - had flown back seconds after their orgy concluded. The bus had arrived to drop their daughters off, and she rushed to get them inside as quickly as possible.

Once in the shower, Twilight - wife Twilight, this time - locked the door with her magic. It took barely a heartbeat before they leapt on one another, kissing and grinding and fucking and breeding foals into one another's wombs every which way. Of course, as Rarity had demonstrated, they also took their turns on her sleeping form. Rainbow added teasingly, as she pistoned in and out of Sunset's throat, that she had the same idiot grin on her face the whole time. The humiliation of that fact earned a generous cumshot from her pulsing rod.

Finally, they managed to finish up without wasting another several hours mindlessly rutting their brains out. Luckily, even if they did, Twi would be there to look after their fillies.

They used a lot of soap that night.

Dressed in their least revealing bedtime clothes, they packed into the living room. Twi had found a whiteboard from somewhere, and was in the middle of a lecture on Equestrian magic. Half their daughters looked bored out of their minds. three were actually asleep, which left only two who were genuinely interested in what Twi had to say. Sunset was proud to say Amber was among them.

"Ah, there your mothers are." Twi clapped, startling the slumbering three to awakeness.

"Finally," Pepper mumbled.

Twi shooed them off with a great beat of her lavender wings, Sunset and her wives hurrying along the rest.

Fluttershy knelt, looking them in the eye. "Why don't you girls get yourselves to bed, hm? Mommies have some things to discuss in private." As they nodded and passed, she gave each a kiss on the cheek. Together with her wives, she watched them totter up the stairs with big smiles.

When they were certain no one was listening - confirmed by Twilight's detection spell - Twi spoke up. "So. How did it go? I mean, I kinda saw how it went out there with, ya know." She waved vaguely.

Sunset was the first to speak. "It was incredible. I'm a little bummed my dick wasn't as big, though."

Twi arched an eyebrow. "Noted. I'll have to look into that for the future."

"Also," Rainbow said. "You guys better develop an easier way of getting that spell thing done. I wanna do this more often! Having a dick rocks."

She and AJ high-fived. The rest murmured their general agreements. Sunset included.

Twi wiped the whiteboard clean, levitating a marker. "Well, I've still got the calculations in my head. Twilight, you wanna help me out?"

Twilight, in response, opened her mouth. A yawn came out before the words did. "Mmm, no thanks. I'm pretty beat after today."

Pinkie elbowed her. "Bet you wouldn't be saying that if it involved more seeeeeex~" she sang.

"Okay, yeah, but that's different! That doesn't involve any thinking, or complex arcano-technological mathematic equations!"

"Suuuure, whatever you say, Twitwi!"

Twi smiled. tucking the board under her arm. "Don't worry about it. I can do some of this solo tonight. Might need a coffee though. Do we still have dark roast?"

"Sure do." Sunset flung open the cabinet with her magic, feet away from the kitchen, and tossed the grounds over to Twi.

She'd never been one for coffee herself, but Twilight, AJ, Rainbow, and Pinkie all enjoyed a cup of joe. Pinkie only if said joe contained no less than four shots of creamer, and syrup so sweet and sticky it would give Rainbow a heart attack. The rest of them were tea girls. Rarity a tea snob, shocker there. Twilight was also a coffee snob, but nowhere near as big a snob as Rarity.

"Thanks. I'm gonna get the press running. Why don't you seven take tomorrow off?" She winked. "Afterwards, Twilight and I can work on a more compact version of that spell, something any of you with a horn can manage. Sound good?"

They all agreed. Before they turned to leave, Sunset took a handful of her nearest wives' rumps, giving the bountiful flesh a good squeeze.

"Sounds great~"

Author's Note

So many kids, they're finna need an orphanage. Alas, such is the consequence of mindless, uncontrollable breeding.

Interesting Intermission Inspiring Illusive Inquiry

That night, the sky split open.

Clouds gathered in banks, black and furious, to unleash torrential hell upon the Earth. Rain poured down in thick sheets, each droplet carrying enough speed to sting on contact.

Any lights that hoped to pierce the darkness, it murdered. Half the city's electricity went with the storm. The rest strained, flickering desperately in and out of existence, like a drowning man breaching the water's surface until it pulled him back down.

Few meteorlogical events matched its power in all of human history. Nothing, certainly, had ever been so brazen to terrorize the citizens of Canterlot City. Near the coast they'd encountered harsh weather, but the closest to this had been half its strength and dozens of years ago.

It wasn't, though. A storm of similar power had rolled through just one year past.

Streets had flooded. Houses were lost. It took weeks to repair the damage.

It could have been months.

Fortunately, seven women from the outskirts had pitched in as volunteers. They were no ordinary women, however. The shortest of them dwarfed the tallest man. The weakest of them outshone the strongest. No one matched their beauty, or possessed their strange and magical powers.

Some people had taken to worship, praising them as gods and divine harbringers of a new human era. This, in spite of their less human characteristics. For a time, some of these women attempted to push back against the notion, but it was a pointless endeavor. The cultists always returned, and recently had formed a proper, legal church. There was nothing any of the women could do now to stop them, and it seemed that church attendance grew every day.

The rest of the city didn't know what to make of them. Most showed their respect, although not grovelling before them as devoted supplicants.

It was hard not to admire them. Empathy, kindness, loyalty. Generosity, laughter, honesty. Magic. Strength. Power. All these and more they gave to the community. They would accept things given to them, but never asked, never expected.

A few despised them. The opposite of the cultists, they viewed the women as demonic, evil, supernatural forces introduced to this world to destroy it. Look around you, they'd say. Ever since they showed up, things have been wrong. Wrong weather, wrong plants, wrong animals.

At best, they said, those creatures belonged somewhere else. Some planet else. At worst, drastic measures had to be taken. To remove a cancer, you needed fire.

Some, though... Some knew the truth. Some had known these women before their transformation. Knew them as extraordinary highschool girls, not divine or demonic otherworldly entities.

And some knew the only way to get answers was to ask them directly.

Trudging through the cold, the rain, she wished that forecasts worked anymore. Oh yes, they did most of the time, but not when it was important. Not when the wrath of God hammered down against the whole damn county.

She wouldn't have gone out if she'd known. At least, she'd have thrown on more than a skirt and hoodie.

But it had been a calm evening. Moist springtime air. Chirping crickets. Twinkling stars, which came out at night now no matter the light pollution. She'd had no reason to suspect the sky would split apart.

It did, though. Too far away from anywhere else to seek shelter. Too close to her destination to quit. If she got there before dying of hypothermia, she'd be able to rest.

The ground squished wet beneath her boots. She didn't so much hear as feel it. The roar of thunder, the crack of lightning, and deafening white noise of rain made it difficult to hear her own thoughts let alone anything else.

She'd only been to Sweet Apple Acres once or twice, a long time ago. Almost a decade. After everything that happened then and since, highschool seemed forever away. So close she could reach out, almost touch it, but no more than that.

She remembered it well, though. Remembered them well. She'd only really been friends with one, but the girl was unforgettable.

Sunset Shimmer. Somehow, she'd just gotten more astonishing with time.

Time, and whatever happened to her.

She wondered if it was slow, like hers, or fast. Either way, Sunset would - should - have some kind of answer.

Passing under the forest of apple trees, she kept her guard close. Hoodie pulled up to protect her face, she glanced this way and that with quick, fertive movements. She'd heard a couple things - odd things, weird things - about nature these days. A peculiar news report here, a couple social media posts there. Stories about wolves with glowing eyes made from wood, giant legged serpents with multiple heads, blue flowers that changed entire aspects of your body.

Whether any of it was real, she couldn't say. Some posts got taken down after one day or quicker. Others stayed up indefinitely.

She stopped. Her heart paused with her. She thought she heard something...

Growl.

She wipped her head in the sound's direction. Definitely heard it that time, no mistaking it.

Keeping an eye to her left, she walked a little faster. Maybe she hadn't heard a growl. The rain was too loud, loud enough she could imagine herself hearing things inside it.

It was late. It was dark. Stormy. She was paranoid, too, after reading so many posts about terrifying and unreal wildlife encounters. She had to relax, it was all in her-

Growl.

-head.

She froze. Her limbs locked up, like rusted sockets. To her left, from the dark span between the trees, two eyes opened.

Glowing. Angry. Hungry.

Bright green eyes.

She didn't scream. She was too scared to, and her body wasn't responding in any case. All she could manage was stare ahead, praying tonight wasn't her last.

The eyes shifted forward. Slowly it crept from the darkness, growling low and loud the whole while.

Its snout and paws appeared first. A snout with razor sharp teeth, eager to rip and tear her flesh. Paws with dagger-like nails, to rake her skin and pin her down.

But none of it was flesh and bone. Neither fur nor hide. Nothing about that wolf was natural.

Unless, she supposed, you counted the thing being made of timber as being 'natural'.

In full view, it charged. She screamed, and finally her feet unlocked from the ground.

She might slip, but it didn't matter. Her boots pounded the sodden, muddy earth. Several times, she nearly tripped on overgrown roots.

But she couldn't stop to make a slow, thoughtful getaway. She had to run. It was right behind her. That thing was right behind her.

She heard it barking. She heard it snapping its jaws, heard the harsh clack of teeth as long as fingers and sharp as knives.

FUck fuck fuck fuck. It was getting closer. She was gonna die. It was getting closer and she was going to-

She turned around, and offensive instinct took over. It took all her strength and focus, but a bright, glowing pink aura summoned, then shot from her outstretched palm. It careened into the wolf's cheek, and it yipped as itss right ear and a chunk of bark skull got turned to splinters.

"Haha! Take that, you dumb dog." She grinned despite herself, dusting off her hands. To whatever god she didn't believe in, she hoped there was enough left in her for another round. "That is why you never mess with the-"

It leapt right at her, teeth narrowly avoiding her face. She screamed and tumbled backwards, turning on her heel to resume the scape.

Next time, she reflected, maybe don't taunt the huge magical tree wolf standing literally four feet in front of you.

She'd never been a particularly humble person, though.

Didn't matter right now. She just had to get away. Get out from the damn trees. Find somewhere safe.

There! She saw it. Not far ahead, through the orchard, the darkness let up. Once she was there and could actually see something, she'd have better luck finding a path.

Closer, closer, closer. Her boots and heart beat together, fast and heavy. Almost, almost, almost there.

The wolf leapt out. She skidded to a halt, but the momentum and slickness of the ground carried her forwards.

She barreled into the thing full body, making it give a startled yelp. Her temporary satisfaction was quickly drowned out by the threat of immediate danger, and she used the same momentum to summersault off its prone form.

Thank god for gymnastics.

Landing on the tree line's threshhold, she tossed an errant gaze back. Her eyes widened as she saw it hadn't been the original wolf to leap in front of her, but a second. The fallen timberwolf had gotten to its feet, and begun running with the other.

"Oh fuck this."

She broke through the orchard, not bothering to look back again. Fortune favored her, and circling a hill she saw the path she'd been praying for, and the home - estate, really - that it led to.

It fascinated her. Past midnight in a howling tempest, with an ocean of trees to her back. A dirt-packed road just wide enough to squeeze a couple cars in, leading down to a single home - estate, really - on the countryside. Were it not for the building's upkeep and unconventional architecture, the scene could've been ripped right from the reel of a horror film.

The thought passed by as fast as it appeared. The wolfs had lagged behind her, but she heard them coming. She didn't have time to linger.

As her own bootprints joined the many sets that had traveled along the path, her heart raced. She expected one of the creatures to flank her, pin her down, or jump in front of her any second. The expectation only grew the closer the house came. She barely cared about the chilling cold, her soaked clothing, the sting of icy rain against her face. She couldn't afford to.

In the rush, her hoodie whipped back in the wind, exposing her face. She'd pull it up later.

When she did at last reach those mosaic tile steps, she flung herself forward. Tripping on the final step she pitched, slamming into the front door. The sound of running paws and slavering barks kept coming. She battered the door with her fists, rattling its very frame.

"Help! Let me in! Please! It's-"

She threw a fertive glance the opposite way. The growling, the barking, continued, but the running had abated. The timberwolves she saw had stopped, a few dozen feet from the house. Their withering, supernatural glare pierced the rainy misty dark, but they didn't dare take a step forward. Instead, they stalked back and forth, watching her with drooling fanged maws.

A cocky grin could not help but make itself known. Stupid animals. She was in the clear.

She turned around, intent on knocking once more, before remembering to pull the hoodie back over her face. She couldn't risk being identified yet. Plus, it would make for an extra dramatic reveal when Sunset saw her.

After some minutes of knocking, calling out, and waiting, she stepped back and stood. Hands stuffed in her hoodie pocket, it was up to Sunset now to answer the door.

Would she even remember? It wasn't like they'd gotten off to a good start there, back at CHS. It had been seven years now, and so much had happened. College, all this magic stuff. She didn't want to believe Sunset and her partners were responsible but... could they be?

The door clicked, interrupting her thoughts. Her eyes locked first to the turning knob, then the frame as it opened.

Revealing Sunset in her full, towering glory.

It was the first time she'd seen the woman this close. Far away on the streets and in grocery stores sure, but right in front of her? Right in front of her, she was... gorgeous? Terrifying? Hot? Didn't help she could see the woman's heavy baby bump, and the prominent bulge in her hot pink pajama pants.

Her jaw fell to the floor, words fumbled and spilling out haphazard from her working jaw. Sunset, with a stunned expression of her own, tilted her head.

"Trixie?"

Trixie smiled. This was her moment.

Gripping the rim of the hoodie, she whooshed it back. Silver-blue locks now wet and shining poured down her scalp, olive skin coated in dew. Half the rain had frozen to little ice crystals by now.

Trixie, however, imagined Sunset wasn't paying any mind to that particular detail.

Not when she had azure equine ears, and a half-formed stump of a horn.

Transformed Tramp Turning Tantalizing Tricky Trysts

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."