All's Flare Anthology

by Incandesca

Rating: mature
Tags: Princess Celestia, Anthro, Main 6, Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Princess Cadance, Fetish, Other, Porn, Sex, Profanity
Length: 7415

One-shot tales and scenes from the world of All's Flare in Love and War. Butts, breasts, and bits abound in this magical land of horny harem-having alicorns.

All's Flare in Love and War, now cumming to a theater near you. With one-shot tales and scenes, the world of ultra-thirsty, harem-building alicorn slutstuds grows and swells. Not unlike the gravid wombs and heavy, leaking tits of the pregnant mares they leave behind.

Tags: Herm/All, Large Sizes, Impregnation, Pregnancy, Harems, Orgies, Growth, and pretty much anything else in that general ballpark.

This is an anthology being written for Spamotron. If you enjoy the read, consider ordering a commission!

Cover image is 791195 on derpi.

Published 2024-12-07 21:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2025-01-19 20:24:42 UTC

1 - The Superior Student

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.

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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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2 - Wayward Sisters

Wysteria sorted through the manila folder, thumbing for the latest earnings report. Fortunately, it didn't take long. She didn't want to stay late at town hall again. Even if it was only by ten minutes, her lower back had really been giving her grief lately, and she could use the extra rest.

She stapled the last page with its brothers. Closing her eyes and bringing the tidy paperwork to her snout, she breathed in deep. Faust if only she could find the words, but something truly special happened when you combined the smell of dust, paper, and melting candlewax. Maybe Raven would be open to using her magic to bottle some up for her. She'd bring a perfume like that everywhere she went.

Sliding the folder back where it belonged, a quick hip to the drawer pushed the cabinet shut. Thank Celestia Mayor Mare didn't use those awful gray metallic sort. They were hideously drab. Well-cared for wood was the way to go.

Altogether, reasons like that numbered among many why she moved from the city. Ponyville's older, quainter, homelier style suited her much better than sleek bureaucracy and state offices. Similar judgements had brought Raven to the Royal Palace. Wysteria herself found it a little much for her cozier tastes, too grand and fancy.

Papers under her arm, she heel-clicked her way through the halls. Hardwood gave to red carpet, then green, and up stairs before she stood in front of a plain dark oak door. Fist curled, she gently knocked.

Hm. No reply. Strange. She knocked again.

Still nothing. Glossed lips pursed, she pinched her brows and righted the rim of her bronze glasses. After another moment of silence, she decided to press her ear against the door.

"Oh yes. Oh yes. Ohhhhh, yes. Mmmmph, give it to me. I want you so bad."

Jerking back, her face burned as hot as the door felt in her mind. Heavens. Hearing her boss's moaning voice was not on her bingo card today.

Swallowing down a lump of embarrassment, she pressed her back to the wall, hands neatly pinning the folder against her lap. Now that she had an ear for it, she could still hear the faint, guttural sounds of Mayor Mare jilling herself silly. The ankle of her left hoof seemed to call out, and she clicked it a few times out of nervous habits. Some tics you just couldn't kick.

She waited, waited. Before too long, the climax came. Wysteria flattened her ears against her head, nearly deafened by the shrill, piercing shriek of what sounded like a damn good orgasm. Unable to resist her own instinct she pressed the files harder against her crotch, trying to feel the heels of her palm against her cunt.

The skirt got in the way, but that was fine. She just... ah. Needed a little pressure there, that was all.

Sucking in the inside of her cheek, she bit. Her nostrils flared, and tail raising, she breathed out an irritable, sexually frustrated grunt.

Something was... up... lately. Difficult to put a finger on, at least the reason why, but the signs showed themselves everywhere. Ponies displaying more open affection, to the point she couldn't walk down the street for groceries without at least one couple getting a little handsy. Lyra 'snuck' gropes of Bon Bon's chest any chance she got. Thrice, she'd watched Vinyl shoving her tongue down Octavia's throat with hardly a hint of resistance.

And then... there was Twilight. Everypony knew what happened in that damned library. The moans of her friends were one thing to hear yelling in the wee hours of night, morning, and afternoon, but it didn't take long at all before other voices joined the chorus.

House walls rattled, clubs and bars popped up at every corner, and the heat of lust hung heavy in the air. There hadn't been a public orgy yet at least, but it felt like it was only a matter of time, and several hushed whispers had flittered across Wysteria's ears traveling town that the Royal Sisters and the Princess of Friendship had fucked their way through a solid percentage of the population mere months ago.

Wysteria could buy that, and fairly easily. If the swelling bellies, growing curves, and rapid appearance of baby goods and aisles were anything to go off, there'd at least been a marked increase in the pregnancy statistic.

Which there was. It was almost like she served under the Mayor or something. Seriously, did you think the mare sorting economic budgets and financial windfalls didn't catch glance of the climbing birth rate?

"Fuck." Sighing, she slumped forward, moving to knock on her employer's door. "I really need a break."

Maybe she'd take Friday off, see how her sister was doing.

Yeah. She decided to take Friday off.

The trainride to Canterlot went by without much fuss. That was to say, only one set of mares squished their boobs together and made out in the backseat. That wasn't counting the stallions who could barely hide their erections, switching between holding hands, blushing, looking away, and trying to cop feels of each other's bulge without getting noticed. Nor the train conductor, who let her entire front half, semi-flaccid maremeat dangling from her crotch included, be exposed jiggling to the air.

It took all Wysteria had not to excuse herself to the ladies' room. She held out, though, out of principle if nothing else. Giving in to her arousal and getting relief felt like surrender. If Equestria's citizenry wanted to be horny so bad, she'd stifle herself just in the idea that she had a little more self control.

Averting her gaze from others, she trotted her way off the station and towards Raven's address. There were more sights to behold in the gleaming city of Canterlot, and she did her absolute best to ignore all of it. She didn't succeed, but by Faust she tried.

Reaching the front door of Raven's cozy estate, Wysteria marched her way up the steps, hoping to enjoy a pleasant catchup with her sister. They exchanged mail on the regular, but Raven's letters had arrived more sparsely of late.

Curiously, Wysteria noted, around the same time as Ponyville... 'degenerated'.

Grunting unpleasantly, she raised her fist and knocked on the door.

The telltale golden glow of Raven's magic unlatched the lock, swinging it open. "Come in!," she called, and Wysteria followed, smiling.

"Raven! I thought I would pop by... to... visit."

Wysteria stopped dead in her tracks, smile frozen stiff on her face.

"Oh, Wysty! It's so nice to see you. How have you been?" Pushing herself off the living room's olive green couch, Raven... Raven 'wobbled', was the best way Wysteria could describe it. From her bosom to buttocks, down to her thighs, the once trim but bootily-gifted unicorn she called sister had ballooned in every direction but up. And then there was her belly, dear Celestia her belly...

"Sorry I haven't sent anything in a while. My..." Raven blushed, dark and bloody. "Royal duties have, ahem... expanded."

"Yes. I... see that." Wysteria cringed away from Raven's hug, too large tits and pregnant tum attempting to press against her smaller front. Reluctantly, trying with every ounce of her might to ignore the obvious, she kept her eyes firmly glued on the wall behind her sister. That glowing mark was... No. No, she wouldn't think about it. "May I please ask why you're entirely naked?"

Shrugging off her rejection, Raven magicked the door shut and went right to make some tea. "It's easier."

"Easier?"

"Well, of course. Celestia has plenty of tailors who could better fit clothing for me, but I really don't need to wear them anymore. Ever since getting pregnant, it's..." She gestured, teapot slowly beginning its boil. "I don't know, difficult to describe. I guess I just feel less of a desire to be restricted in that way. Nudity is quite freeing, once you've gotten used to it."

"...Right."

Wysteria swallowed, tucking a lock behind her ear. She fidgeted with it between her thumb and forefinger, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing. "So... do you not work for Princess Celestia anymore?"

Raven laughed. "Oh, I work for her more than I ever have!" The pot, sped along by magic, whistled sharp. Raven slid it off the heat, and smoothly poured two steaming brownish-green cups.

"Okay." Gears, previously ground to a screeching halt, restarted. Clinking, they turned and began to paint some faint idea of an image. Between the happenings of Ponyville, Twilight and her friends, and the rumors passed around town, a narrative achingly formed. "I... will admit, I'm a little upset you didn't mention something so significant to me as your pregnancy."

Sitting down with the cups on a plate with sugarcubes, Raven tilted her head. "Oh. Oh! I'm so sorry." She placed a palm to her lips, averting her gaze. Wysteria would have struggled to meet it regardless. "I apologize, really I do. I've gotten so used to the new way of things I honestly forgot things like that are seen as significant."

'How could it not be?' Wysteria wanted to shout, the words tugging at her throat like an insistent tug. She batted them away, cautiously approaching the living room.

"Sure. I'll accept whatever that means, I guess. It's not as if the entire world has lost its collective minds in the gutter anyhow." With a stiff, robotic motion, she picked up her tea and sipped. Hot liquid seared her tongue, burning its way down her throat, and she welcomed the pain. It didn't center her per se, but it helped her dissociate from this fever dream.

She was starting to wish she'd stayed at home.

"If you give me a moment, I can explain everything-"

Raven never got the chance, nor did Wysteria to respond. A bright, almost blinding flash of pale yellow sunlight flashed in the room, and they suddenly found themselves in the presence of Princess Celestia.

Princess Celestia... naked. Heaving, mammith bosoms out in the open, thrusting from her chest like a boast. Wide birthing hips flared to the side, adding emphasis to the faint chub and musculature of her stomach and pelvis, down to the strong thighs that supported her torso like marble columns.

It was not the only column that caught Wysteria's attention. However, she didn't have the opportunity to contemplate the obscene length and girth of pink and alabaster towering horsecock before Celestia's hungry purple gaze fell on her sister. Licking her lips, and entirely unaware of Wysteria's existence, she rubbed her hands together like a greedy businessmare.

"Raven, darling. I am absolutely famished. Do you mind if I have a drink?"

"Of course, Mistre-"

Celestia's lips latching onto Raven's fat rosy teat interrupted her permission. Those greedy hands reached for bountiful pounds of sweaterpups, and kneaded to their hearts' content as their owner noisily sucked from Raven's tit. Moaning, mewling, Raven didn't show even a hint of shame as her fingers dipped down to the inflamed puffy swell of her honeypot, finding purchase in the sticky wet folds. Wysteria found the squelch of her sister's cunt more deafening than Mayor Mare's mid-day orgasms could ever be.

Pop! Celestia removed herself from the leaking nozzle of Raven's teat, sprayed in the face by errant spurts of pregnant cream. Just when Wysteria thought there might be an opening to say something, the alicorn animal dove in for more, gulping down what must have been half a gallon from Raven's other milk-stuffed jug.

"Ah... ha. I swear to the highest heavens, your milk gets more delicious every day."

Raven blushed, and Celestia stood up to her full, terrifying height. Finally, things clicked in place, managing to realign the image of Wysteria's lifelong ruler as both wise and benevolent Princess to that of a famished, starving sexbeast. Immortal regardless, and with enough power coursing through her veins to raise the burning ball of blinding fire in the sky.

Apparently also, enough lust to mate, claim, and tame her sister.

"T-thank you, Mistress. I am always honored to provide you with the best. But, uhum..."

"Yes, little slut? Is something wrong?"

"Well, my sister..."

"Oh, her?" Celestia pivoted on her hoof, curtsying politely. "I'm aware she was here. Good afternoon, Miss Wysteria. If what your sister tells me about you holds any truth, you are a mare of discerning tastes. Your choice in attire certainly provides evidence."

Aware of herself far more than she ever liked, Wysteria tugged self-consciously on the hem of her sweater. It left her shoulders exposed, yellow bra straps looping over her collarbones. What seemed a pretty pairing that morning felt revealing now, too tightly clung to her waist and the faint pudge she always tried to hide. "Y-yes, ah. Thank you, your, uhm. Majesty."

"No need for the formalities." Celestia's smile was impossibly kind, warmer than the sun on a summer's day, but with all the harshness taken out. Wysteria could even believe Celestia wasn't a sexually gifted, monstrously endowed shestud Princess for a second, if it weren't for the hunger clashing with kindness in her purple eyes. "Your own flesh and blood is carrying five foals in her oven currently, and you did just watch me drain her tits dry. I do apologize for the startle as well. I wasn't lying when I said I was famished."

'What the fuck am I supposed to say to that?' Wysteria wanted to say.

"What the fuck am I supposed to say to that," Wysteria said.

The moment the words left her mouth, she slapped both hands over it. Dead. Dead. Dead! She was going to die now.

"Raven! Ha!" Celestia leaned back in a full belly laugh, sending her curves rippling wildly. "Hahahaha! Ha! You weren't kidding when you said she had fire."

Sheepishly, Raven hid her smile behind a turned cheek.

"Wysteria," Celestia offered. Extending a hand, she waited for Wysteria to shake it. She couldn't, a scorching empty gulch in her esophagus. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Would you be interested in joining us for dinner tonight? I don't believe you've ever stayed in my home before."

Celestia waited. Wysteria stared at the invitation, eyes wide.

"Yeah. You like that, don't you, you little whore."

Growling through gritted teeth, Wysteria smacked a palm across Celestia's sun-marked asscheek. The bitch moaned into her sister's steaming cunt, lapping up the deluge of juices squirting from her hole. "Eat her out harder! I want to hear her scream when you punch her womb with your filthy, dirty tongue!"

Celestia obeyed. The thrill of dominating royalty pulsed in Wysteria's blood, a golden glow brighter than Raven's or the Princess' magic could ever hope to be.

She found an outlet to vent her frustrations with her own tongue. Kneeling behind the carved goddess statue of a mare, she dug her thumbs into the cleft of Celestia's flanks, pulling them apart to better expose the gifts between. Round, squishy pink ponut led down to a puffy, dripping mound, begging to be ravished. Wysteria had considered the option - she did have a fondness for other mares' muffs - but what swung below it captured her whole imagination.

Cupping her hands, she took hold of Celestia's thick, hot, overflowing balls. Startled, Celestia groaned into Raven's quim, drawing a half-surprised orgasm from her many-times knocked-up broodwhore of a sister. Pressing her muzzle between Celestia's laden nuts she peered over the mountain ridge of jello white, staring at the mark on Raven's belly, and the kinds of proportions it had given her.

She'd always held a quiet fondness for Raven's ass. Not so much in the sense of sexual attraction, but desire to have herself. Instead, she'd been born with the tits of the family, not unsightly down low but nothing compared to the seatcushions Raven carried with her on a daily basis.

After five alicorn-sired foals and more than a season of approaching motherhood, Raven beat her in both departments. Unacceptable, in Wysteria's mind, but she had plans to fix that.

'Later,', she thought, eyeing up the flexing, clenching hole above Celestia's snatch.

While the foremost leader of the nation indulged herself with Raven's cootch, Wysteria massaged the seed from her orbs. Coaxing, she urged them to pump batter, and whether it roiled around in those tankard spunkspheres or shot down her gigantic jizzhose, she didn't much care. Either was good, although prepping her bull for an extra healthy dose of semen extraction suited her wants a touch better.

"What are you?" demanded Wysteria. Licking along the sweat-dewed trench of ball cleavage, she moved to grip at the base of Celestia's breedstick, the other squeezing under her flare. If she were sat cross-legged, the head would point at her crotch. "Tell me, royal slut." She gave Celestia another whack on her ass.

Sputtering, Celestia gasped for air as if she nearly drowned. Briefly, the image popped in Wysteria's mind of what things must look like from Celestia's or Raven's perspective, seeing the top half of her head poking above Celestia's queenly rump, glaring with horny intensity. The silly notion passed quick when Celestia met her eyes, hazy and unfocused expression smeared across her face, and splattered to the throat and snout in her sister's running love juice.

"A disgusting, depraved, hedonistic whore," Celestia panted. When she did, it steamed the air around her, as did the junk dangling from her groin. Alicorn blood, or at least Celestia's, ran hot enough to turn a cool room balmy.

"That's right." Constricting her fist around Celestia's girthy base, she dragged her hand down, stroking to the medial ring. Her other grip climbed to meet it, one up, one down, stroking with eased, mechanical precision. "You don't even deserve that crown, do you? A filthy whore like you belongs in the streets selling her holes for liquor. Am I wrong?"

SMACK!

"No!"

Celestia squealed, cock lurching in Wysteria's hands. It bucked against her, hard, throbbing with an erratic speed that she cut off at the source. Squeezing tight, she locked eyes with Raven and barked, "Denial magic, now!"

Raven, obedient as her Mistress, heeded command. Her horn sparked, and Celestia whined, fucking the air and Wysteria's immovable hands in the attempt to blow her load.

"Good whores don't cum until they're told to. And you do want to be a good whore, right?"

"Yes!"

Good."

Eyeing up her thick ponut, Wysteria licked her lips. She had planned something else for it initially but... Oh. She could do both.

Grinning, she plunged in. Her tongue passed through the hole, swabbing the inside, gathering the taste of musk, cock, cum, and whatever toys Celestia had used in the past however long. It was clean, of course, but the mark that constant sex left behind couldn't be washed away.

Pulling out, she circled the rim, until every part of Celestia's asshole glistened. A line of spit draped between the entrance and Wysteria's lower lip, easily broken as she stood and made her way to the bed. Celestia watched, waited as Wysteria placed a hand on Raven's shoulders, lightly nudging her to stand before she took her place.

"Breed me like the beast you are." Raising her legs, Wysteria hooked her forearms under her knees, pulling and folding them back over her head. "I want triplets. As for you."

She narrowed her eyes at Raven, standing attentive with hands clasped behind her back, all while her Mistress crawled into position, spire pointed at cave.

"Eat her ass. I've warmed it all up for you~"