Retrograde Reparations

With her head held low, Sprout skulked through the shadows cast by the Zephyr Heights highrises. Her time in Bridlewood had ended just two days prior, ending her enrichment trip with the unicorn before she went off to live amongst the pegasi, though she was hardly looking forward to it. As she trotted to and into an alleyway, hoping that nopony had seen her, she sighed.

Sucks - the word was fitting in more ways than one when it came to describing the past two months. In hindsight, being temporarily exiled from Maretime Bay hadn’t been that bad - not compared to what it had led to. She’d lost her job, the few friends she had, her mom probably hated her, and everything she’d owned had been taken away, yet those paled in comparison to what had ultimately become of her.

To put it bluntly, everything had gone to Tartarus in a hoof-basket after Izzy, Dreamy, and Primrose had gotten their hooves on her. For all intents and purposes, she’d been pimped out by the trio of sadistic unicorns. Her first visit with the three had been followed by a second, then a third and a fourth, until what felt like the entire town of Bridlewood was taking turns face-fucking her or breeding her ass.

She’d hoped that things would change when she eventually got to Zephyr Heights, going so far as to buy a little cloak to hide her figure, although she hadn’t been that lucky - because of course she hadn’t. Izzy was good buddies with both Pipp and Zipp, the reigning Princess of the pegasi, and they’d been gracious enough to make several posts to their social media accounts informing everypony to treat their newest guest well. The good news was that her accommodations were top-notch, having a penthouse suite in one of the nicer apartment complexes in town - the bad news was that somepony from Bridlewood had spilled the beans about how much of a slut she was.

Easing herself onto an empty apple crate situated beside a dumpster, she winced. Not a single day had passed when she hadn’t stumbled home with at least one creamy load in or on her - heck, just that morning she’d had to suck somepony off before even leaving her building! She reclined slowly, doing her best to ignore her aching backdoor, and peered down at herself.

Along with the pair of breasts she sported, compliments of Izzy and her perverted pals, her figure had gradually changed. Whether or not the daily deposits of jizz were to blame for the subtle curves she’d been developing, making her appear more feminine than ever, she couldn’t say - regardless, the physical transformations didn’t trouble her nearly as much as the psychological ones. In short, after weeks and weeks of continually acting as a cock holster for stallions and dickmares alike, the thought of being rutted was never far from her mind.

Snarling and slamming her hoof against the wall, she cursed. During the day, she risked being plowed at any given moment - at night, when she wasn’t being fucked into somepony’s bed, she was dreaming about being bred. Lecherous dreams haunted her, leading her to wake up to sticky bed sheets on most mornings, and she’d found herself fantasizing about how big and rough random stallions would be while she passed them on the street.

Though she was loath to admit it, there was no denying the facts - a part of her enjoyed the slatternly role that had been thrust upon her, and that piece of her was growing stronger each and every day. Shifting and hunching over, she peeked past her teats and to her loins. Her stallionhood was still there, nestled away in its sheath, though it hadn’t seen use in ages.

“Is that her?” an unfamiliar voice called out, shaking her from her thoughts.

Turning and pulling her cloak around herself, she watched a group of colts come cantering down the backstreet in her direction. Great - bucking wonderful. It had been a while since she’d been teased or picked on in a conventional sense, but that didn’t mean she wanted to be called names or asked a bunch of pointless questions.

The quartet of little pegasi colts slowed as they approached, with one taking the lead and squinting dead at her face. “Are you Sprout?”

She clamped her eyes shut and bit back a groan. “Yeah.”

“See, I told you it’s her!” the colt excitedly proclaimed. “We’ve been looking for you all morning, c’mon!”

Quirking a brow as he took her forehoof, she grimaced. “Where are we going?”

“Oh shoot,” the colt grunted, releasing her foreleg. “I’m Star,” he began, before motioning to each of his friends in turn, “and these are Blaze, Comet, and Crash.”

“Pleased to meet you,” she seethed as she briefly looked them over.

Each of them appeared to be the same age, likely schoolyard buddies, and they were nearly indistinguishable from one another. Star was the biggest, being slightly taller than his companions, while Blaze, Comet, and Crash, being fiery orange, a cool blue, and a dull red respectively, were wholly unremarkable. Nodding to them each in turn, she got up and adjusted her disguise.

Star beamed and offered his hoof. “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, you gotta follow us. We heard you were here in town, so we figured we’d bring you back to our clubhouse to play a few games.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but stopped herself. The prospect of dithering away her day with a bunch of colts was far from her idea of a good time, although it afforded her a rare opportunity. Being somewhere private meant she wouldn’t get randomly stopped to slobber on somepony’s dick - not having to slobber on somepony’s dick would give her a small chance to recuperate. Faintly smiling, she took the proffered hoof and nodded.

“Lead the way, kid,” she hummed.

While she was led along by the pint-size gang, through the alleyways and side streets, her mind wandered. There was a good chance that the colts were going to give her a hard way in some form or fashion, but that may not necessarily be the case. Pipp’s post had been oddly endearing, instructing the denizens of Zephyr Heights to welcome her and show her how pegasi could be, so it was entirely possible the young ponies simply wanted to hang out with her.

The trek didn’t take them long, only a hoofful of minutes, although their destination gave her a moment for pause. The clubhouse Star had mentioned was actually an abandoned building, an old shop from the looks of it, and she wouldn’t have been surprised if the place was condemned. With boarded windows and graffiti on its walls, the structure, while dilapidated, was the perfect place for a group of colts to hide away from their parents.

“After you, ma’am,” Star chuckled, holding a metal shutter over the front door open.

She hesitated for only a moment before entering. He hadn’t done or said anything wrong, but there was something about his tone and the way he smiled at her that set her nerves on edge. Shrugging off her concern, and having no choice in obliging him, she slipped inside. As she cautiously trotted through an abandoned storefront, her eyes settled on the other three colts milling around in a corner.

Honestly, for a bunch of colts, they hadn’t done a bad job with the place. Three beat-up bean bag chairs sat opposite a couch that was missing a leg, there was a table covered in trading cards, and they’d even dragged what looked like a mattress into their fortress. She would have killed to have such a refuge when she’d been younger, and seeing what they’d made of the place brought a smile to her face.

“Now that everypony’s here, let’s get down to business,” Star declared as he trotted to and flung himself on one of the cushiony chairs. “Put on a show for us.”

She blinked and went deadpan, hearing the words but thrown off by them. “Excuse me?”

“A show,” Star repeated. “Like a sexy show! Shake your butt, show yourself off, maybe talk dirty to us - you know, all that stuff!”

Settling into one corner of the couch, Blaze nodded excitedly. “We heard earth ponies have great flanks from having to trot around all day!”

‘A…and,” Crash added as he timidly stepped forward and presented a small box of cosmetics, “we e…even got you some makeup ~ see?”

Sprout didn’t know what to say - genuinely didn’t know what to say. On one hoof, she was flattered that a bunch of colts thought she was attractive enough to show herself off in an erotic fashion - on the other, putting on an exhibitionistic display for a group so young was morally and quite possibly legally dubious. Considering her options, she snorted when her forehoof reached out and plucked a tube of lipstick from the case.

Damn it. They hadn’t asked her to do anything, intentionally or unintentionally wording their request in a way that demanded she act, and now she was going to give them what they wanted. As she involuntarily brought the lipstick up to her snout, Star hopped from his seat, trotted over, and clapped his friend on the back of his head.

“She can’t do it here!” Star groused. Taking the cosmetics from Crash, he held them out for Sprout. “There’s a bathroom right down that hall. Go get prettied-up and come back as fast as you can.”

“G…got it,” Sprout stammered.

Turning and trotting away, she quickly discovered the bathroom and made herself ready. It was a darn good thing that a small number of ponies had requested she wear makeup before, either as a joke or because they found her hotter that way, but that hardly helped matters any. With her lips painted azure, a color that clashed violently with her crimson coat, she applied a hint of blush to her cheeks.

She kept to her promise, making herself presentable as quickly as she could, and gave herself a final once over before going out to entertain her hosts. Did she particularly want to do anything with a group of colts? Buck no, not in the slightest, although her pride demanded she not come prancing out looking like a clown.

Her face looked fantastic, decidedly marish and accentuated by the makeup, but the rest of her would tell another story. She had to assume that Star and his buddies had no idea that she was actually a stallion, having heard about her from Pipp or Zipp, and knowing that would change shortly made her feel torn. While they little gang would likely recoil as soon as they saw she was packing heat, destroying any hopes of them doing anything more than looking at her, she’d bet her bottom bit that she’d be made to do something demeaning because of it.

“You done?” one of the colts shouted, causing her to flinch.

“C…coming,” she shakily replied.

Buck it - there was no sense in drawing out the inevitable. Keeping her cloak wrapped around her chest, she trotted out and back into the improvised living room. The colts were more or less where she’d left them, each lounging on a piece of furniture, and they grinned as she trotted into the open.

Waving a forehoof, Star reclined and spread his hind legs. “Hurry up and take that stupid cape off!”

Sauntering into the center of the chamber, Sprout unclasped the button beneath her neck and threw the cloak aside. The hex dominating her could easily make her follow commands - sadly, that’s all it could do. Turning and facing away from the group, she swayed her hips from side to side.

“Wow,” one of the colts breathed. “She really does have a nice booty!”

“Heh - told ya,” another remarked.

Spinning and lowering her chest to the floor, Sprout groaned. “So I hope you…”

The words died in her throat when she looked up. She’d been at it for no more than a minute or so, and it wasn’t like she’d done anything particularly provocative, yet the colts, each and every one, were sporting erections. Even the ones who weren’t as shameless as Star, who was languidly stroking himself off, had clearly enjoyed what she had to offer.

Crash, one of the two occupying the couch, shifted nervously and brought a forehoof to his colthood. “K…keep going, p…please…”

She picked up where she’d left off, gyrating and putting on the best erotic display she could, yet her eyes never strayed from the gang’s packages. While none of them were particularly well-endowed, having equipment fitting for their tender ages, the sight of them getting off to her evoked a curious mix of emotions. Disgusted about what she’d been reduced to, and that she could feel an all too familiar ache growing in her depths, she slowed Blaze hopped from his seat and trotted past her.

“Dude, what are you - oh yeah,” Comet chirped. “I almost forgot about those!”

“Well I sure as heck didn’t,” Blaze snickered. Strolling to the corner and snatching up a book bag, he began rummaging around. “Where the heck are the - here we go!”

Squinting over at him, Sprout was able to make out a number of golden rings in the colt’s hoof. There didn’t appear to be anything remarkable about the hoops of metal, although her gut told her that Blaze hadn’t spontaneously retrieved the things without a darn good reason. As she glanced over to Star, her brow knit.

“It’s nothing to worry about - in fact, I bet you’re gonna love it,” Star coolly stated. Reaching out and taking one of the rings as Blaze trotted by, he slipped the band down his length. “Just watch…”

Her eyes bulged as Star’s colthood, a meager few inches, grew at what she could only describe as an alarming rate. His dick had been comparable to hers in size before the sudden transformation, yet it positively dwarfed her shriveled, disused excuse for a prick after only a couple of seconds. Peeking over at the other colts, and seeing that each of them was suddenly wielding a cock that would put even the most well-hung stallion to shame, she gulped.

“It…it’s so sensitive,” Crash remarked as he clutched and stroked his gigantic endowment with both forehooves.

Her mouth set to watering, her pucker clenched, and her movements became even more disjointed as her mind raced. Since the colts could have easily gotten themselves off without the use of magical, wickedly lewd accessories, there was only one reasonable conclusion that she could come to for them giving themselves absolutely massive tools. They were turned on by her, they’d brought her somewhere away from prying eyes, and each of them was rock hard - which could only mean one thing.

“Staring kinda hard there,” Star noted. Wagging his cock at her, he shot her a wink. “C’mon over and introduce yourself properly - I promise, this bitch-breaker won’t bite…”

Her confusion over how the gang could have obtained enchanted rings that were clearly intended for adult activities was superseded by a profound desire to serve them. Creeping over to Star, she leaned in and brought her snout to the base of his prodigious shaft. Heaven help her - his stallionhood was bigger than one of his legs, the nubile, masculine scent radiating off his nethers was enchanting, and the smug, condescending look on his face made her heart flutter with anticipation. If she’d had any doubt about what their intentions were for him, they were erased when she ran her tongue up the underside of his length.

“Good mare,” he purred. “See, colts, I told you she’d be into it.”

“Whatever,” Blaze groused. “It’s not like she can refuse doing any of this.”

Extending a foreleg, Star grabbed Sprout by the chin and locked eyes with her. “Did I tell you to start slobbing on my dick like a junkie?”

The blood in her veins turned to ice. All he’d told her to do was to come over and introduce herself, a demand that could have been interpreted in any number of ways, yet she’d instinctively started tongue bathing his naughty bits! Gripped with indecision and the revelation that she’d spontaneously gone to suck him off, she yelped when a pair of small hooves pressed against her backside.

“I c…can’t stand it anymore,” Crash blurted while brazenly prizing her buns apart. “I’m g…gonna…”

Star quirked a brow and looked at his friend. “Gonna what?”

“Oh shit!” Comet guffawed, having come over to Crash’s side. “She’s not a she at all!”

Star glared down at her face. “What the hay does that mean?”

“Dude, she’s got a dick!” Blaze gasped as he hunched down and peered at her undercarriage. “It’s pretty dang small, but - Ack!”

Blaze stumbled back, Comet began cackling like an idiot, and Star chuckled as Crash hopped up and mounted her. The runtish colt’s first few thrusts went wide, glancing off her backside and smearing her upper thighs with pre-cum, but he eventually found his mark. As she was filled in an instant, her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

While Blaze and Comet found the whole affair funny as hell, howling in laughter, Star was far more composed. Smacking Sprout’s cheek with his cock, he smirked. She was still reeling from the titanic intrusion, the colt’s endowment rivaling the largest she’d ever taken, though that wasn’t enough to keep her from fulfilling her purpose.

It was obvious that she’d been brought to the secluded clubhouse to entertain them, and she was absolutely, positively sure that they would have demanded she serve them if she’d resisted - bearing that in mind, she saw no harm in skipping the formalities and putting herself to work. Bracing her hind legs and steadying herself, she worked her lips around Star’s bloated cock-head. As she softly groaned and closed her eyes, a hoof graced her cheek.

“No,” Star murmured. “Look me in the eye while you’re blowing me…”

Of all the dirty, humiliating, downright wrong things she’d done over the past weeks, this had to take the cake. There she was, getting spit-roasted in a derelict shop by a pair of ponies half her age, and she was loving it. She’d worried that constantly being screwed by stallions would take a toll on her psychologically, a point proven by her dreams and subconscious desires, but this put the matter to bed. Even if her admirers were of a questionable age, getting rutted by anypony was enough to get her worked up.

Crash may have had a monstrous stallionhood, one that was bigger than Izzy’s by the feel of it, yet his inexperience was painfully apparent. His thrusts were frenzied, lacking any consistency and smacking of desperation, as he whimpered and grunted frantically against her. Had he been any smaller than he was, she doubted she would have felt much - mercifully, his zeal and the insane size of his cock made up for his lack of self-restraint.

Star was the polar opposite of his diminutive friend, smiling and casually watching her while she throated him. Working him into her gullet was no easy task, but she couldn’t bring herself to give him anything less than her best - plus his composed demeanor and knowing grin were, frankly, hot enough to spur her on. She had to think that this wasn’t his first rodeo, given that he’d been the one to approach her, how calm he was, and the air of superiority he exuded, although that hardly mattered.

“Heck yeah,” Blaze snickered. “Can’t wait to see how many views this gets.”

Turning her head as far as she could, Sprout glanced over and stiffened. Blaze was laying on his back beside her, leveling a smartphone at the action with one forehoof while jacking himself off with the other. Getting frisky with a bunch of colts was bad, the sort of thing that might just land her in hot water, but understanding that it was being filmed and posted online was enough to send her mind into a tailspin.

Panic, fear, embarrassment, and anger vied for dominance, yet the tumultuous cocktail of negative emotions coalesced into something altogether different. It was like a fuse getting blown, the maelstrom in her head frying her neurons and overwhelming her, and yielded cataclysmic results. Gagging and sputtering around Star’s length, as Crash’s medial ring pummeled her p-spot to a pulp, she shuddered and came.

The climax which gripped her was phenomenal, easily the best she’d had since she’d gotten to Zephyr heights, yet it was eclipsed in an instant when Crash howled and jammed every inch of himself into her. Her ecstasy became blinding as wave after sweltering wave of rich foal-batter crashed into her depths. She tried - mercy, she tried to hold herself upright, but the raw pleasure of being creampied by the colt, coupled with the real possibility that he’d just surrendered his virginity to her, made it nearly impossible for her to stand - nearly.

Reflexively locking her knees, she kept herself upright as she bobbed her head and choked herself on Star’s shaft. As nice as it would have been to relish the steaming load bathing her interior, that simply wasn’t an option. One of her hosts had gotten some relief by breeding her ass, yes, although there were still three to go.

“Easy, cutie, no need to rush,” Star mumbled. Glancing over at the table, which was nothing more than a disused, huge spool of some sort, he smiled. “I got an idea. Stop sucking me off for a sec.”

Once she’d backed away, unsheathing his hulking dick from her gullet, he jumped down and cantered to the table. Seeing as how he, Blaze, and Comet were still positively erect, it was reasonable to assume what was about to happen - nevertheless, the lack of details made her excited and a little nervous. As Star patted the wooden surface, having pulled it to the center of the room, she licked her lips.

“Get up here, on your back, and spread yourself for your fans,” Star instructed.

She’d been moments from presenting herself like a fine, fuckable cut of meat for him anyways, but there was one small problem - well, small in a singular sense. Lowering her hips, she deposited Crash on the floor. The little fella had gotten what he wanted, and now he could rest, watch his friends going at her, and hopefully recuperate enough strength to give her another round.

Getting onto the improvised table, she eased herself down and carefully rolled to her back. The piece of furniture wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but she couldn’t have cared less about that. As she splayed her hind legs and reached past her budding breasts, the trio of colts surrounded her.

“That’s so bucking hot,” Blaze whispered as he panned the camera over her.

Nodding and coming between her outstretched legs, Star wrinkled his nose. “Would be hotter if her tits were bigger. Can you do that for us?”

Sprout cocked her head and peered down at him. “Do what?”

“Make these bigger,” Star clarified while kneading one of her bosoms.

“I…I can, but you have to tell me to do it,” she warily answered.

She wasn’t apprehensive about admitting the small detail - rather, she was a bit enthused. A great many stallions loved to fondle or suck on her teats, and having them played with felt incredible, so the possibility of making them larger was thrilling. She knew her judgment was impeded, hindered by the dopamine and bliss enslaving her higher functions, although she simply didn’t care.

Flashing his teeth, Star stepped back. “Make ‘em big - really big.”

“Bigger than the biggest ones you’ve ever seen,” Blaze added.

“A…and…” Comet stammered. “And milky!”

“Udders,” Star chuckled. “Yeah, I like that. Alright, give yourself the biggest, fattest udders you can.”

Her jaw clenched and back arched as every muscle in her body drew taut. She didn’t know the first thing about how magic worked, but the request seemingly pushed the limits of the hex cast over her. Heat blossomed in her abdomen while her breasts, barely a hoofful each, ballooned outward with catastrophic speed.

The metamorphosis didn’t hurt per se, likely because Izzy had demanded she enjoy herself, although it was wickedly intense. Breaking into a sweat, she went limp and panted as an immense weight settled beneath her belly. She’d done what they wanted, in spite of having no control over it, yet she was in no state to see the full effects.

The room grew still and silent, until the tranquility was shattered when she cried out in rapture. Something - no, somepony had just latched onto her teat and was suckling away for dear life. Shakily lifting her head and leaning to the side, she noticed that Crash had found the strength to get up and start nursing on her. Grappling with the onslaught with the new, unfamiliar sensation of lactating, she quietly whined and fidgeted about.

“Darn,” Star cursed. “I can still see that little coin purse of yours, but it’s whatever. Blaze, gimme the camera and lay down. It’s time to really get this party started.”

The quartet momentarily abandoned her, with Crash being dragged off by Star. She’d fully anticipated getting double-teamed on the table, although it seemed like they had other plans for her. Looking over and to Blaze, who’d trotted to and flung himself onto the shabby mattress, she rolled over and got her hooves beneath her.

Keeping the camera trained on her, Star gestured her toward the makeshift bed. “Go ride him and make a show of it. Wouldn’t want to disappoint the audience ~ would we?”

She couldn’t care less about the spectators at this point, since she’d already been filmed getting fucked by one of the tykes. As she cantered over and straddled Blaze her tail flagged and flicked out of the way. To Tartarus with it - if they wanted her to make a spectacle out of herself, especially now that she had a gargantuan pair of udders, so be it.

Throwing her weight downward, she smoothly impaled herself and gave a loud, guttural groan. Blaze wasn’t much bigger than Crash in the stallionhood department, but that wasn’t saying much. Any one of the colts could have rutted her into a coma, and she’d be disappointed if the four of them didn’t leave her in an incoherent, cum-coated stupor by the time they were spent.

Blaze beamed as he slipped his forehooves behind his head. “Star, she’s way tighter than I thought she’d be. It’s like she was made to milk dick!”

“That’s cause she was, even if she didn’t realize it until recently - late bloomers and all that,” Star mused. “Before you suck off Crash and clean him up, I wanted to ask ~ how’s it feel getting plowed by a bunch of colts?”

“S…so good,” Sprout moaned while she pistoned herself on Comet.

Peeking over and seeing Crash skip to her side, she lowered herself, opened her muzzle, and extended her tongue. As things were, it would have been nearly impossible for her to fuck herself on one colt while blowing another - fortunately for her, her pint-sized studs were happy to pick up the slack. Planting his rear hooves, Blaze grabbed her hips and started jackhammering into her from below.

The taste of foal-batter and her ass on Crash’s dick, the smell of sex clinging to her nostrils, the sensation of her prostate being demolished, and the odd but wondrous feeling of her sensitive breasts wobbling about were all phenomenal, enough to launch her to another climax, and they were magnified by the taboo of who she was fooling around with. She was an adult, feminized or not, yet she was being turned out and a depraved slut by a gang of ponies less than half her age!

Gradually surrendering herself to her bliss, she allowed her body to do most of the work for her. Being regularly treated like a sex-toy was a bit of a double-edged sword; it was demeaning as all get-out, yet it had effectively turned her into a sex machine. Her pucker clenched and relaxed around Blaze’s shaft, her lips and tongue mopped Crash’s dick, and her muted whimpering echoed through the disused shop. She hated what she’d become, and that was something that would likely never go away, but the raw pleasure that came with her role was undeniable.

She clamped her eyes shut and blinked away a tear as she came, painting Blaze’s torso with her watery, impotent essence. Neither of the colts seemed to care about her climax - actually, it seemed to get them even more riled up than then already were. Draped atop one tiny stud while choking on another, she held herself steady and bobbed her head.

Now that the pair had fully taken the reins, she fully savored their ravenous lust. Moments like these were when she secretly felt thankful, having no expectations placed on her other than to be a set of warm, welcoming holes for real stallions, but such thoughts always made her feel guilty. Once her sentence was through, and she returned to Maretime Bay, she’d have to regain her past look and salvage her masculinity ~ right? While she dwelled on what she would do with herself after her time in Zephyr Heights was finished, a pair of what could only be hooves slammed over her hips.

“I don’t think it’ll fit…” Comet grumbled, pressing his cock-head to her stuffed entrance.

“Then make it fit,” Star laughed. “She can handle it ~ can’t you, slut?”

Sprout couldn’t have replied if she’d wanted to - on top of that, she was given no time whatsoever. The pressure on her backdoor mounted, becoming so intense that she doubted she could handle having a second stallionhood crammed into her, until the unthinkable happened. With a wet pop and a stifled, gagged howl, she was double-stuffed.

She thought she’d been through it all, having done things that would make even the most seasoned whore blush, but she’d been wrong - dead wrong. With her snout plowed and ass sheathing a pair of colossal cocks, her mind fractured and a tsunami of bliss overtook her. Thin spunk continually spurted from her pitiful, shriveled stallionhood while the colts all but literally fucked her brains out.

Her existence became a rapturous blur as her grasp of reality waned. Certain details weren’t lost on her, like when Crash mewled and fed her a second load, or when either Blaze or Comet added their seed to the wellspring of spunk in her tush, yet the specifics of what became of her were a mystery. Gasping and bolting upright, she came to on the table.

“Back with us ~ huh?” Star softly inquired.

He was standing between hind legs as he rhythmically slammed his elephantine stallionhood against her balls. If the colts hadn’t picked her up and placed her on the table, she must have been ordered around while in a semi-conscious state - either way, she marveled at herself. Cum slickened her belly, she could feel the stuff cooling on her back, and her stomach was rounded from the amount of spunk flooding her depths, but she wasn’t done just yet.

“I’m kinda tired of looking at these,” Star growled while leering down at her balls. “I think I’m gonna make you get rid of them…”

Sprout breathed a sigh of relief as Star dragged his stallionhood over her package and to her entrance. He must have been trying to scare her - yeah, it was just some dirty talk for the camera, that had to be it. Rolling her head back, she locked her legs around his waist while he sank into her.

After having two monstrous tools buried in her backside, taking Star’s not insignificant shaft was almost laughably easy. Lifting her hips and constricting around his mighty stallionhood, she reached down and pawed at her teats. He was responsible for giving her a mountainous rack, so it was only fair that she play her bust for him - regrettably, he was more interested in her groin than her bosoms.

She wanted to ask him if her balls really bothered him, but she kept her lips sealed and did what she could to please him. Of all the colts in attendance, Star was clearly the most skilled. Each thrust was delivered perfectly, neither coming too fast or too slow, and the angle of his plunges was perfect. Sliding back just a touch, she ensured what was left of her p-spot was smashed.

Of all the things she’d discovered on her journey, her bitch-button was the most profound. She’d never gotten lucky with a mare before, excluding Izzy and her well-endowed companions, although she couldn’t see how being on the giving end of things could compare to getting rutted. The feeling of powerlessness that came from being used like an object was addictive, so incredibly captivating that she’d considered buying herself a dildo for her downtime, and that was something that would haunt her for a lifetime.

Passing the camera over to Blaze, Star brought his forehoof to her crotch. “Yeah, these little marbles gotta go - besides, it’s not like you’re ever gonna need them again. On the count of three, make ‘em disappear. One…two…”

“W…wait,” she rasped, the shred of reason that remained within her imploring her to stop him.

“Three…” he breathed.

His forhoof pressed down with immutable force, crushing her coin purse as her body obeyed his will. There was no pain, not that she could describe it, yet she understood that the act should have been torturous. Wailing so loudly that her voice rang in her ears, she spasmed violently then went still.

To call what she’d experience a climax would have been an understatement of unfathomable proportions. Every nerve in her body went alight, the crippling amount of shame and lust merged into something she couldn’t comprehend, and she was unmade in that moment. What the colts did after she blacked out, her body continuing to obey them while her brain had ceased to function, was a matter of debate, but she awoke what had to be hours later.

Darkness greeted her when her senses returned, the clubhouse was empty, and there was no sign of what had become of Star and his gang. Twisting and falling off the table, she ran a forehoof down her distended belly and between her engorged breasts. As she’d feared, but not to her surprise, the flesh beneath her withered prick was smooth and completely featureless.

Somehow, as if to spite her hubristic idea that things couldn’t get worse for her, fate had shown her the error of her ways. It was far too dark for her to get a good look at herself, but she had some idea of how she must have appeared. With a tits as big as her head, a worn out ass that may never tighten up again, and a lifeless prick that was little more than a flabby clit, her life was over - or was it?

She giggled madly while she cautiously made her way to the exit. Arriving in Zephyr Heights hadn’t been all that different to when she’d gotten to Bridlewood; both cities had taken things away from her, each had changed her, and it was reasonable to assume that she’d go through more changes before being allowed to return home. She stopped by the door leading outside, brought a forehoof back and touched the velvety, and touched the loose ring that she’d once called a backdoor.

It all made sense now. Sprout had been punished, sent off on a journey to atone for his sins, and he’d died because of it - in his place, somepony new had emerged. She was less than a shell of her former self, barely recognizable, but she could change that - not to regain what she’d lost, but to cement what she’d found. As she shakily trotted out and into the cool night air, her thoughts ran wild with possibilities for how she could improve herself and her new purpose in life…