Fucking whore.

The words had repeated in Sunset's mind, playing ad infinitum. Every day, for the past twelve or so hours. Like the worst fucking song she'd ever heard.

Tossed to the wayside, discarded like a broken toy by Celestia had been one thing. To return and see what mockery Equestria had become in her absence was another.

Seriously. What the fuck happened, exactly? Three years she'd been gone, and apparently that was enough time for the whole damn world to flip the collective crazy switch. Sex everywhere, more tits and dicks than she'd seen in any porn vid. And at school? She'd seen a lot. Who knew that stuck-up fashion bitch was such a freak, and she thought it would've been the quiet one.

Sunset sighed. Standing in the deep of night, a bright full moon hung high overhead. It lacked a mare on its surface, like the one she remembered gazing at so fondly in her younger years. In comparison, the one on Earth seemed woefully lacking in mystical splendor. So did humanity though, with its science and globe-connecting civilization. Barely a rock unturned, no unknown and untamed wilds to be charted and explored beyond the frontier borders of a peaceful magic country.

She had to admit, it was gonna be nice having hooves again. Feet were... weird. They didn't really do much that hooves couldn't do better, except maybe to pick up socks from the floor she felt too lazy to bend over and grab.

A heavy-duty backpack rest on her shoulders. Black covered her body from head to toe, concealing her hands, and all her face but the eyes. Probably wouldn't matter if she got caught, long as she stole her treasure.

'Stole'. Yeah right. It was hers to begin with. That purple-horned slut took it from her rightfully deserving hands. She was just paying back the favor.

Breathing in, she made another step towards the portal. Something about its surface always struck her as vaguely surreal. No hole to look through the other side. No wavering surface. Not even a glow. Just a plain wall of polished white stone as utterly ordinary as the world around it, barren of even a basic reflection to admire her gorgeous bad motherfucking bitch self in.

Coiling a fist around the right strap of her bag, Sunset's grip tensed and untensed. Get in, get out. Quick job. Easy job. Real simple, hard to screw up.

Her heart thumped behind her breast. Try to calm it all she liked, the stiff, paralytic sting of anxiety wouldn't fully go away. Sun only knew what might be done to her if she failed, especially with Equestria's... 'changes'.

She'd fully accepted the cost of failure might be death. It seemed doubtful, what with Celestia's weakness, but who could say? What better way to make an example of a bad student than a good old public stocks.

Hmm... Public stocks...

Nope, no. No. Not the image she should be picturing right now. She did not want to imagine herself naked and bent over, head and hands through the holes of the wooden stocks as Celestia's majestic, towering form took slow and deliberate, graceful strides to the spot behind her.

Grabbing her hips. Using the thumbs to dig in the crack of her ass, spreading it wide. Exposing the round ocher donut and dripping mareflower between-

Crack! Sunset smacked herself across the face with the back of her hand. Damn that hurt. Oughta snap her out of it. Stars alive.

She was delaying. Felt pretty obvious at this point. Intimidated by the task of her plan's first step, she cursed herself internally. She was Sunset Shimmer. The best unicorn bitch in Equestria. The cuntiest motherfucker who stalked the halls of CHS, draining boys dry and making girls scream 'til they blacked out. Surprising how many people had a 'thing' for hot bullies, but who was she to judge?

Pffft. You fucking kidding? Of course she judged. Losers. Any of them at school tried to call her a slut or whore to her face, she'd make sure that face didn't speak again for a week.

Or more~ Really depended on how she felt on the given day.

Taking the final few breaths, she stepped forward. One, two three. Closer and closer. Before long she stood at the precipice, on the brink between one world and another. Caught amidst two different lives.

About to reclaim what she'd been owed.

Blood roaring to her skull, boiling like molten gold, she went through.

She shivered as she came out the other side. The portal clung to her skin - wait, fur - like a semi-solid liquid, oozing to the touch. Cold, hot, warm, fluctuating, she could never quite tell the temperature of it. Was an awful sensation, like how she imagined it felt being submerged in liquid latex or mercury. You'd think there'd be some way you felt in the process of going through, but it was near instantaneous, like passing under an open door.

Deep blue nighttime glittered off the castle walls. Every face a crystal, polished to a fine sheen that just barely avoided being reflective. A quick and thorough scan showed there to be nopony around, not even a guard.

She grinned. Good. See, universe? This is how you should treat her more often.

Hoofsteps, silent as the breeze, carried her through the winding halls. The carpet certainly helped, but was unnecessary at the end of the day. Sunset had spent three years living on the down-low, kicking up dirt and scrounging for scraps. Literally at times, metaphorically in others. A girl knew how to be sneaky, especially 'round the cops.

It was still strange being back here. Stranger, somehow, by the fact she'd been less than a day ago. In the few hours' time she spent, she gathered as much information as she could. Talking to locals, listening to gossip, skimming newspapers. In that window, she pieced together more than enough to comprehend what had happened.

Twilight Sparkle. The hated enemy. The one who'd stolen her rightful crown. Her place as an alicorn. Her position as a Princess. Her destiny, her fate.

She'd show them. She'd show them all. And if this new Equestria was so embracing of its lurid sexuality, she'd spread her long sexy legs and make them eat her cunt until they passed out.

Around the corner, she spotted her target. Still no guards in sight, somehow. That gave her an uneasy feeling, a nest of worms, or perhaps a single large one curling in her gut. There should be at least one stationed there, it just made sense.

But no. Nothing. Either the universe was being truly kind and somepony ditched their post, or this was a trap. What other possibility existed?

Her magic was rusty after all this time. Arcane, regardless, coursed through her veins. Calling on her mana tap, she lit her horn and summoned a few sharpened, solidified shards of pure magic. Let those babies fly, and blow them up, whatever they stuck into.

Creeping towards the door, her heart resumed its harsh drum warbeat. Her sternum ached, a force pressing down from in front, behind, and the sides, choking her out, making it harder to breathe. Fertive glances cast around her gave no answers to her uncertainty. It was nut up or shut up time.

Twilight's cutie mark had been etched into the crystalline door. An enchanted glow shone from it, coloring the indentation white and magenta, refracting off the mineral facets around. The colored lights bounced off her face and the environment, a dazzling display of Equestria's magical beauty she'd forgotten how much she missed. Soon enough she'd come back here for real, permanently, and stake her ground for the long, immortal haul.

"Moment of truth," she whispered. Twisting the knob, she cracked the door open and pressed her eye to the tiny slit.

The smell hit her before anything else. Before her brain had the slightest chance to register the visuals.

Sex. It smelled like sex, times a million. Cum and sweat and vaginal fluids, brewed together in a haze that nearly knocked her back. Scrunching her nose she squinted, waving off the temporary olfactory stun to her senses. If she never had to smell sex again, it would be too soon.

Her gaze fell on the sight beyond her. Sun, what a sight it was. Never in Sunset's life had she ever imagined something so, so... She couldn't even grasp for the ways to describe it.

A herd's worth of mares lay piled in the middle of the room. Some on a bed, massive enough to fit a dozen ponies side by side. More spilled over the edge. Each one of them to the mare distended, gaped, drooling white from both ends. Some had dicks, others pussies, others both. None had been spared.

They came in all flavors, heights, and colors. Many on the cooler side, with a crystal facet patterning similar to the castle's architecture. Crystal ponies, they were called, apparently a divergent tribe from an ancient city - the one she stood in now - recently resurfaced. Tall, short, amazonian, average. Curvy, muscled, plump, bottom or top-heavy or svelte like a dancer. Blues, yellows, pinks, whites, greens and oranges.

All Sunset could perceive was the burbling, steaming, creamy off-pale.

And the hated purple, resting atop it all.

A perverted, taunting mockery of her station, perched on a throne of conquests.

The blind, screaming rage somehow beat out her shock and astonishment. Her. This fucking bitch cunt slut whore 'Princess', spitting on the very role she'd stolen. Sunset couldn't wait to wipe that stupid, drooling stupor off her face, and she'd turn that violent violet horsecock into her personal plaything.

Sunset clenched her jaw, teeth grinding together. The only thing worse than seeing the crown perched on her stupid pretty face was the obnoxious itch in her loins. It'd been at least a week since she got any action, from others or herself. Too much planning, preparation, and work. It all ate away into her 'me time', and now the consequence of not masturbating had caught up with her.

Get in, get out, Shimmer. Quick and easy. Don't let that dumb fat fucklog take up more space in your brain than it has to.

Or any other place in your body, for that matter.

Ugh. Groaning under her breath, she slipped inside. Sticking to the wall, she hid in the shadows. Night provided her cover, all she had to do now was step over the myriad mountain of mares and snag the crown for herself.

Her fingers twitched, opening and closing. The thick woolen gloves made her palms sweat, not helped by her general nerves. One wrong move, and it could all be over. Just gotta-

Sunset flailed. Arms wheeling to keep herself balanced, she'd missed one of the broodmares shifting, kicking a cum-drenched thigh out to block her route. Cursing, she stepped over the obstruction, inching her way to victory.

Twilight was nearly in front of her now. Or she would be, if it weren't for her resting atop a hill of ass and titties. Casting it on Twilight would be too risky, especially with her alicorn resistances, but she could keep the others from waking. A sparkling flash erupted from her horn, and a pall of ocean-deep slumber drowned the many mares in dream.

"This is stupid," she whispered, setting one booted hoof on a gelatinous asscheek. Her hands curled around the arm and shoulder of another cream-packed slut, higher up. The mass shifted underhoof, but gymnastics, streetfights, and karate prepared her for this moment. She just never realized the summit she'd have to climb would be made of buxom pony babes.

It wasn't rational to grab the crown by hand. Would have been infinitely easier to snag it with kinesis and zip right out.

Rationality was never her strongest virtue. And besides, she really, really wanted to touch that crown. Feel it in her hands, turn it over and stroke it like a lover's cheek with her thumb across the golden surface. To know she'd stolen it with her own fingers right under the Princess of 'Friendship's' nose.

She grumbled. "Friendship my ass. With benefits would be a better description."

The higher she climbed, the hotter she got. Breathing became harder, slower, heavier. Her lungs inflated, filling with the potent smell of powerful she-stud musk.

Being a human was one thing. Pheromones still mattered, but not to the same extent, not even close. In equine form, she couldn't help the way her body responded. Crimson heat rushed to her cheeks, burning her up from the inside- out. The spot between her legs warmed, slickening up her panties into a rapidly moistened mess.

Get in, get out. Get in, get out. Quick and easy.

Thrust in, pull out. Thrust in, pull out. Loooong and haaaard~

Right there. It was right there. Twilight, resting against a powder blue pegasus. Shining prize askew on her head.

With trembling digits, Sunset reached out. Her nipples ached, and cunt ached worse. Even her ass, and she was only mildly into anal. Sun and Moon and Stars above, she needed her holes filled. She needed something thick and huge plumbing her insides, bulging her throat and tummy and spewing firehose gouts of seed into her slutty spunk-receptacles.

Without meaning to, her tail haiked. An unstoppable whine left her throat, the itch so bad it brought tears to her eyes. Ears splayed flat, her knees quaked and threatened to buckle.

Almost... almost. Fingertips quaking violently, less than a foot from Twilight's - no, her - crown. Inching, inching, inching closer. The petals of her pony pussy spasmed, winking in what felt like the worst estrus cycle she'd ever experienced, multiplied to the cube root.

Her pointer brushed the metal rim.

At the same time, Twilight's nostrils flared. Snorting in a breath, her cock twitched. Her snout wrinkled.

Her eyes opened.

And fell on Sunset's.

She thought she might see a spark of intelligence in there. Whatever style whore Twilight was, pussy-plowing harlot or devious hateful bitch, Sunset had to admit if for no other reason than survival she couldn't be an idiot. If someone managed to take Sunset's place, they'd have to be on her level in brains as well as magic. Underestimating your opponent was the first step to having your teeth pushed in.

But in those amethyst pools, she saw little spark of consciousness. Like peering through a misty dawn at Canterlot City's Bay, she couldn't make out more than shapes through the fog.

What she did see was hunger. A profound, gnawing greed for meat. For juicy, fleshy folds.

For her.

"Pussy," Twilight growled, in a tone so feral it made Sunset's heart give pause. More beast than mare, the way she spoke reminded Sunset of how werewolves spoke in one of Flash's video games.

"Yeah, no."

Turning tail, Sunset tried to flee, scramble her way down the ponyhill.

She barely got a few steps in before a lavender arm lashed out, grabbing her by the bicep.

"You're fertile." Twilight's grip was steel, rooting Sunset to the spot. She grunted and scuffed the quivering carpet of fur and curves beneath, making no progress.

"Let me go!"

"Not happening." A touch of awareness creeped into Twilight's tone. Reeling her in, Sunset kicked out, helpless as impossible alicorn strength dragged her to the perilous peak. She turned her head to meet Twilight head on, and although the haze still veiled Twilight's expression, the conscious, equient mind was there. "What were you doing with my crown?"

"None of your business, and it was never meant for you." Despite herself, Sunset stood a little taller, puffing out her chest. Her horn lit, ready for a teleportation spell when-

Zap.

"That's cute." Magenta mana bonds lashed out from Twilight's horn, encircling to form a temporary nullifier ring around Sunset's. "You can talk to Celestia when I'm finished with you."

"Finished?"

Stupid question. Sunset knew the answer, but denied it even as Twilight swung her around like a ragdoll. Slamming back first onto the mountain, the force of impact pushed a wheeze through her lungs. Two hands pinned her arms down, while Twilight's knees pressed in against her thighs, calves crossing to trap the rest of her legs.

"I can't tell if you're stupid, brave, or both. Either way, you tried..." Twilight gave an undignified yawn, the weight of her larger alicorn body still enough to easily keep Sunset down, even so tired. "To steal my crown. So, I'm gonna offer you a choice."

Sunset glared.

"One." Not letting go of her arms, Twilight lifted a single pinkie finger, tightening the rest to compensate. "I can just throw you in a holding cell now until tomorrow. You'll get everything you need. Meals, a bed, heating, and some books for entertainment. Then, in the morning, you can face a fair trial, with cross-examination to determine your motive, judged by a jury of your peers."

Sunset continued glaring.

"Or two." Rosy pink flashed in Twilight's lavender cheeks, a color not dissimilar from the magenta. That hunger returned with full force, a gnashing set of teeth and wagging tongue hidden a hair below the surface, scratching to be let free. Slowly, it dawned on Sunset the subtle quake in Twilight's limbs, muscles tense as taut cables and shaking in the wind. "You can let me fuck your brains out. I can tell by your scent you really need it."

Scrunching her face, Sunset's eyes narrowed to slits, one eyebrow raising sharply. "Excuse me? That seems pretty bs to me. I let you dick me and I dont get punished?"

Twilight shook her head, eyes closed. "Oh, no. You're still gonna go through the same thing. Cell, trial, jury, blah blah, but at least you can get that itch you've got scratched. It's just an offer. You've got time to consider if you want."

A long, rigid polearm of purple princess flesh bobbed between their waists. Hard and drooling, the flared tip pointed in Sunset's direction, oozing a stream of glistening pre.

It made the choice harder to determine.

Sunset relinquished. "Gimme a sec." Twilight couldn't hide the tiny smirk on her snout, nor the giddy gleeful spark in her eye.

So. Sunset was fucked. Figuratively, or if she chose, also literally.

She weighed her options. No matter what, at this point, her ploy had been fumbled. Dropping the bag left her with a single potential path left for victory.

If she could just outlast Twilight...

"Fine. Fuck me." Turning her head, she grumbled under her breath, too quiet to hear. "Horny fucking animal."

"I'm so glad you picked that option. You have no idea how much your scent is turning me on right now. Did you know you smell like cloves and cayenne?

Grinning wide, saliva drooled from either end of Twilight's mouth. In a moment hands were on Sunset, exploring her, finding the openings...

...and ripping them apart. Black wool shredded like paper, falling away in scraps and ribbons. Much of it stayed not intact, but hanging limply from her body. Her entire front, from collarbones to crotch and inner thigh, lay exposed and vulnerable to the open air.

"Hot damn," Twilight groaned. "I haven't seen a muff that puffy since Marble. You must not get around much, huh?"

"Fuck off, I get plenty."

Twilight knocked her head left. "So you're just a horny slut then, got it. Cute thong, by the way. I'll be careful with it."

By 'careful', of course, Twilight meant leaning down to nick the edge with her teeth, yank her head back, and tear them off. Holding the pair up, she stufed it back in Sunset's face, smearing it against her muzzle.

"I'll fix your stuff later, don't worry. I've broken so many beds I've gotten lots of practice in repair magic. Couches, too. And condoms."

Sunset sneered. "You don't seem like the type to use those."

Twilight's head dove in, face mashing Sunset's snatch. She jerked, hips bucking up with a sharpened gasp. After a series of expert licks and slurps that left Sunset's clit close to explosion, Twilight came up for breath, chin dripping with juices.

"You'd be surprised. I kind of have a kink for them, actually. Breaking them, filling them, trying to stretch ones that are too small around my dick, bloating a mare's throat with one, drinking-"

"Ugh. Will you shut up? I fucking get it already, Faust." Despite her anger, Sunset's naked chest rolled in significant golden waves. Spine arched, the muscles of her left leg kicked slightly, threatening to twitch like a pleasured dog's.

Man, fuck this stupid cunt. Hers, and Twilight generally. She wouldn't let herself be brought to orgasm by this lust-drunk fool. All she had to do was wear Twilight out until she gave up, fell back asleep, and bam. The crown was hers. Bet the Sparkle bitch would feel pretty fucking stupid when she woke back up.

Twilight quirked a brow. "Alright. If you say so. Heads up, by the way. There's a very real chance I might knock you up. Do you accept the risk?"

A harsh jerk up of Sunset's shoulders told her answer. "There's solutions if you do that."

"Aaaalright. Don't say I didn't warn you, though."

"Get on with it alread-yyyYYIEEE!"

Sunset yelled. Balls deep, Twilight fucked her length to the hilt in one go. Fireworks burst in Sunset's brain, sending the world and all its sensations into an incomprehensible hurricane of light and colors. They seemed to pulse and dance with the thump of her heart, the clench of her tunnel, the thrusts of her Princess.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. No! Not her fucking Princess. Faust damn girlhorny. It made her a desperate fucking moron.

"I see you're enjoying yourself there." Twilight giggled, words and face a blur through a veil of pleasure-ridden tears. Her leering grin, stretched so smugly across her snout, mocked the very idea of what Sunset had come here to do, what she was, who she was. Despite it, the spikes of sexual arousal plunging in and out of her tight wet hole, tingling her ovaries, stimulating her womb, overwhelmed the shame and humiliation.

Somehow, the shame and humiliation turned her on more.

"Don't worry. You're not the first, not even close. I've had a lot of practice lately. Wanna find out?"

"Nnuh, guuuhhhg..." Spit dribbled out the right side of her mouth. Eyes crossing, she squeezed them tight, hoping to shut out the visual of Twilight's voluptuous form. Those gorgeous tits, hanging inches above her face, swinging back and forth like twin pendulums. So easy, it'd be so easy to crane her neck upwards and latch her lips around a thick, dusky violet nipple.

"I wonder who you are anyway," Twilight hummed, stunning Sunset in how she could possibly speak so calmly in the middle of all this. The first squirting orgasm smacked her in the face, splattering fluids onto Twilight's groin, and she stopped questioning it. "I've never seen you around before. You're pretty hot, though. If you're open to it, maybe I can add you to my fuckbuddy list. It's not as prestigious as my harem, but all you'd have to do is give me a ring and I can pound you into the walls like this any time. As long as I'm available, of course. Gosh, I'm talking too much again, though. You need your fucking guts reordered. Get ready!"

Sunset didn't get one second of preparation before Twilight dug in. The hurricane in her skull churned into a Category Sex, blanking out her thoughts entirely, if only for a moment.

PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP.

A keening wail tore from Sunset's throat. "H-h-h-hoo-oly-y-y shiii-i-i-i-i-it!" Tongue flopped out of her mouth, every rigi d muscle bound in her body fell limp. Nothing responded to her brain's signals, the wiring so frayed and sparking it wouldn't have sent anything of value anyway. Her legs, arms, and face twitched and spasmed, but nothing more than that.

It didn't feel like there was any space between Twilight's thrusts. No rhythm, no rhyme, no punctuation. Just an endless stream of carnal jackhammering that blended into one contiguous river rush of endorphins. At some point, as her vision faded, squiggly black worms crawling into her vision, she heard a muffled, dominant, growling declaration from the Princess of Friendship.

A demand, repeated until the two words branded themselves in the groove of her brain. In the fire of the moment, they burned away Sunset's ambitions.

"Get pregnant get pregnant get pregnant get pregnant.

And the royal violet crown whitewashing her womb replaced the one on Twilight's head.

Author's Note

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