Adventures of a Small Stallion

by DaHaLoJeDi

Rating: mature
Tags: Random
Length: 12291

What do you do when you're a quarter inch tall and nobody knows you're there? What else!

When a pegasus stallion wakes up one morning to find himself shrunken down to the size of an ant, he can think of nothing else but to have fun with the experience…. in the best way he can think of.

Rated M for Sex. Contains micro, masturbation, and, somewhere in there, intercourse.

EDIT: And yes, this is a parody of the absurdness of B-level Japanese porn.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-02 14:32:59 UTC

Dawn

You wake up.

The first thing that hits you is the brightness of the sun flooding in through your window. You sit up and immediately notice something is DEFINITELY different right now.

You're still in your room, but it looks like you've somehow ended up in.... a desert? The tan dunes spread out for what looks like miles. This is insane. 'What's going on?' The thought keeps running through your head as you look around. You turn to see a huge.... thing in front of you. You decide to fly up to get a better view of the surrounding area.

You dart straight up into the air, slowing down and stopping once you reach what you determine to be a nice altitude, and look around. It looks like your earlier assumption was right. Directly below where you had taken off, you see your bed and the pillow you were feeling earlier, the tan bed sheets spread out and wrinkled below you. You really aren't all that surprised. After all, stuff like this happens in Ponyville on a regular basis. Only two months ago there was a superhero running around and saving people, and only a week ago, freaking CERBERUS had attacked the town. All you know is that you really don't have time for this craziness. It's the weekend, and you had a busy day of lazing around and eating chips ahead of you.

Before you can head for the door, however, something catches your eye. You look down and notice that your personal trashcan is getting a bit..... full. There are quite a few tissues in there, and you're pretty sure that a few boxes are at the bottom somewhere. The box on your dresser isn't out yet, but it looks like it will be soon. You hope to have enough left tonight for---

A thought crosses your mind. You freeze in midair, hovering just in front of the door. 'What if....' slowly, you begin to put the pieces together. At this size, you're unnoticeable to all but the most observant ponies, not to mention able to fit into some pretty... tight places. At this realization, you begin to slowly hover over to the window by your bed. You left it open only an inch last night, but only because the weather was so nice. You bless yourself for your unknown foresight, and land on the windowsill. If you do this, there will be no going back. There's a chance that whatever did this to you, be it some kind of weird unicorn magic or something else entirely, might wear off before you've even had a chance to enjoy the perks of your new size. What's worse, you might actually get caught, and you doubt that the Royal Guard looks kindly upon the actions you're contemplating. But then again, you may never have an opportunity like this again. And that reminder, that push, was all you needed. This may be a once-in-a-lifetime chance , and you do not intend to waste it. You dash out the window, ready to attack the day.... along with a few other things....

~~~~~~~~~~~

You fly up into the sky as high as you can. At this size, ponyville seems like just the right kind of place for you at this altitude. You wonder who you should try to--

WHOOOOSH!!!!

A rainbow-colored blur speeds by you, spinning you around and leaving you a dazed and confused mess. After you manage to pull yourself together, you pin the mare who just disturbed the contents of your stomach - Rainbow Dash, one of the biggest fans of the Wonderbolts you know, as well as the fast flyer in, possibly, all of Equestria. It's a wonder to you how she hasn't managed to get in yet, but that's not really something you should be dwelling on at the moment. After all, it looks like YOU'RE about to get into something.

Rainbow had settled on a cloud not far from where you were hovering. Quickly, you dash over to the moderately sized cumulus, and size up your prize - She was dozing off, eyes already closed, and settling in for, what she considered, a well-deserved nap. Her rear end was lifted up a bit slightly off the cloud, and her tail was only barely covering her nether regions, something that makes your job a whole lot easier. You fly around her flank, and the sight immediately makes your dick jump.

Rainbow Dash's crotch. You stare as you hover closer and closer with each passing moment. Her outer pussy lips weren't visible, as she had the type of vagina where her inner folds weren't visible until you got to see them first hand. Her tight, puckered asshole was directly above her box, partially obscured by her magnificent, multicolored tail. As you hovered directly outside her twat, you notice something that, if not taken care of, could end up being a bit of a problem - this puss was dry as a bone. Looking down, you see exactly how to fix that. As you slowly begin to jerk yourself off, you descend to the cloud, a look of longing and lust beginning to creep its way across your face. You stand there, one hoof slowly moving back and forth in between your legs, and, once you are fully erect, you let go of your cock, dangling between your legs, and use both hooves to open up her flaps.

Her clit is about the size of your head, you judge, and at your current size, that wasn't saying much. Your cock begins to throb even harder once you notice the light pulsing of her clit, its exposure to the cool air and your disturbance slowing down Dash's snores for a moment. You don't waste any time and dive right in.

You begin to vigorously lick and suck on her joy buzzer. After about 15 seconds, your eyes widen as the clit begins to grow larger.

"Mmmmph...." You can hear Rainbow Dash moan a bit in her sleep. The sound makes the entire thing that much hotter, and you begin to rub her pink button a bit harder, a bit more vigorously than before. Before long, your sexual desires begin to overtake your reason, and you begin to lightly nibble on her little bean.

"Mmmm.....!" Her groans steadily grow more and more, only adding to your own lust and excitement. After only a few more seconds, you lose all control. You stop teasing her pearl, now twice it's previous size and pulsing much more rapidly than before, and stick you rock hard bologna pony between her massive mud flaps. You groan in pleasure at the feeling of being inside of her, despite the fact that, even though you are a respectable size in that region, you can only manage to penetrate just beyond her beef curtains.

Dash's moaning had longs since gotten stronger, and now she was even talking in her sleep.

"Ohhhh....Mmmmmm...Don't stop.....Mmmmmmm.....Ahhhh.....Ahhhhhhh.....!"

You feel Dash's snatch suddenly begin to tighten, and you poke your head inside to see her walls undulate and close up as she prepared to cum. You decide to hurry along the process, rubbing the entirety of your body against the outside of her ass mate. Your bone sausage is nearly ready, and in a last ditch effort, you furiously buck your hips into her as hard as you can.

You feel the familiar sensation of orgasm as the world goes white around you, your eyes beginning to roll back from the sheer power of your climax. As you cum into her colossal cunt, you feel her tighten to the point of no return as well.

"Ahhhhh.....Ahhhh.....Ahh....Ah!!! TWILIGHT!!!" Is the last thing you're able to hear before a wave of pussy juice hits you, knocking you out of her and drenching you. You open your eyes to see none other than her still-cumming panty hamster, squirting out the last of her love juices directly above you. You allow the liquid to hit you in the face, enjoying the sensation, before you decide to get up. You lick yourself and the remaining bits of happy juice clean from Dash's marehood, sending a shiver through her spine. You're covered in her cum, and you decide to give her a taste as well. You fly around to the front of her head, noticing the small beads of sweat forming on her brow and her relaxed breathing. She's still asleep.

You take your semi-flaccid cock, drenched in both of you's jizz, and stick it in her mouth. She sucks on it lightly as if it were a pacifier, and the feeling causes you to immediately stand at attention again. You begin to slowly thrust in and out of her mouth, your dick not making it past her teeth. Eventually, after another couple of minutes, you hit your climax again, spewing your splooge into her mouth. You manage to open her mouth enough for a small glimpse at your handiwork. Your cum spurted out in a line in her mouth, all the way up to the midpoint of her tongue. It wasn't as much as you had expected, but given that you had only just cum about a couple of minutes ago, it was still definitely a lot. Clean and satisfied, you get up and fly off, your first target taken care of. Rainbow mentioned something about 'Twilight' in her sleep, and you believe it's time to pay her a visit as well....

~~~~~~~~~

Several more minutes later, Rainbow Dash woke up. "Mmmm.... oh Twilight...."

The bitter taste in her mouth shocked her awake. "Ack!! What IS that?! I was only napping for about an hour! I shouldn't have morning breath from that! Ugghhh.... Guess I'll go clean my mouth out. Don't wanna smell funny if I run into anyone today!"

Rainbow Dash darted off, failing to notice the trail of dong water still coming off her crotch.

Her cloud began to drift off into the distance, floating silently towards the Dragontooth Mountains.

~~~~~~~~~~

An earth pony with a pink and blue mane walked through town alongside her best friend, a unicorn mare with a mint green coat.

"So, got any ideas as to what we'll do now?" The mint mare asked her friend.

"Not really.....Oh! I have a cousin who runs a candy shop! It's small, and its a ways from here, but he--"

"BOOORING. You need to think bigger, Bon Bon! Now let's see...."

As the mint mare continued to ponder what kind of job they could be up for next, the one named Bon Bon didn't notice the cloud drifting overhead. It leaked a bit onto her head before drifting away.

The mare looked up, confused. "Lyra... were we supposed to be getting any rain today?" She asked.

Lyra shrugged. She looked at the top of her friend's head, and stifled a laugh. "Bon Bon.... I don't think that's rain."

Bon Bon's confused look slowly turned into one of horrified realization. She slowly reached her hoof up to her head and touched a bit of the liquid. When she brought it back down, she was shocked to see that it certainly wasn't rain that had fallen from that cloud.

"EW!! EwewewewewewewEWWW!!" Bon Bon violently shook her head and hoof as Lyra looked on, trying her best not to giggle. "I guess....*pffft*....I guess somepony up there was having a good time!"

As Bon Bon coldly stared at her, an idea crossed Lyra's mind. "....Wait.... I think I know a place!" She exclaimed excitedly.

She grabbed Bon Bon's hoof and began to drag her down the street, much to Bon Bon's protest.

Late Morning

While you're flying over Ponyville, headed straight for your next target, you take the time to think. What did make you this small, anyways? One day, you're going to bed after another lazy day of sitting around doing nothing and... extracurricular activities. You've decided to make it a priority to find out how this happened.... right after you finish what you're doing right now. This holy crusade for cootch of yours needs to be finished! It'd be a sin to let this chance go to waste, after all!

You sail through the air, landing on top of a small house directly opposite Ponyville's Library. The massive tree is home to more than just the entierty of Ponyville's collection of books, save for Town Hall, which you remember to visit later. The Mayor is a good, hard-working pony who puts aside her petty wants and desires for the good of the town. However, she is still only a pony, and everypony has needs.

You sit on the rooftop, attempting to think up strategies about getting in completely unseen. At your size, you'd think it'd be pretty easy, but apparently, luck is not on your side today. The library has quite a few ponies inside right now; not enough to warrant calling a fire pony and pulling the plug on the place, but enough that it'd be pretty easily noticiable if you just tried speeding in through the front door. You're pretty fast, but only a pony like Rainbow Dash could possibly be fast enough to move like that, even at this size. You chuckle a bit to yourself. Seeing how long it took Dash to cum, it's a bit ironic that she also happens to be able to break the sound barrier with her speed.

The library is out for now. It looks like you're going to have to find some other way to satisfy yourself. As you leap off the building and soar through the air, you pick up on the sounds coming from Sugarcube Corner. You decide to investigate.

It only takes you a minute to get over to the bakery. You take a sugary bit from what looks to be the cleanest part of the building and take a bite. The entire building is edible, and you really need a pick-me-up right now, especially considering all the strenuous activity that you've been involved in during the past hour, not to mention all the activity you're going to have gone through before the end of the day if everything plays out.

You decide to take the back way, flying in through a small window behind the building. You find yourself in the kitchen, where you decide to stay for the time being. Mr. Cake is just leaving the room and heading upstairs, presumably to take care of the couple's two foals. Now that nopony is here to guard it, the sweets are completely unprotected. The food in here looks delicious compared to the building itself, and you're more than happy to sample it before the respective customers have a chance.

Before you even have the opportunity however, the saloon doors to the main area of the bakery swing open. You dart into a cabinet to ensure you aren't spotted, and peep out of the door crack to identify the pony. You recognize the mare who enters almost immediately. Mrs. Cake looks around for the two orders of the customers outside - a double fudge chocolate chocolate cake, and a simple cherry pie. When she turns around, however, you get a chance to observe the REAL pie.  You allow your 'head' to take control of your head once again, and you leap out of the cabinet. Since she's turned around at the moment to head back out to the store-front, Mrs. Cake takes no notice of your presence. You stealthily hover right up to her behind and dive into her tail. You're surrounded by the pink hair of her tail, and the sweet smell gets a slight rise out of you. You bounce around as Mrs. Cake trots back up to the counter, handing the two customers their desserts before beginning to serve the next customer in line.

As she stops and begins to take the order, you peek out of the mess of hair and find yourself staring directly at her tremendous taco. Her little button is peeking out from between her two massive meat clefts. Not only does her fantastic finger warmer look remarkably tight considering her foals and age,  but her second hole was no slouch either. It was pretty clear that Mrs. Cake had never done anal, and you aren't planning to deflower her hole today. No, no you have something much better in mind.

As you hear Mrs.Cake recite lines that she probably has a dozen times over, you swing her tail slightly closer to her crotch. Now all you have to do is wait for the right moment...

"Hello sir! What can IAIAIAI!!"

You've started digging your face into her slit. You rub and rub as hard as you can, trying to get as much of a rise out of Mrs. Cake as you can. What you didn't expect, however, was the sheer power and weight behind her ass muscles. The massive twin mountains are barely being held back by your hooves, and looking down past your erection, you can see that she has spread her legs a bit, most likely a reaction to your fiddling with her fat little clam.

You can hear her attempting to continue on with her job, and her resistance only make your pussy pleaser harder. You begin grinding against her cock holster, rubbing yourself vigorously against the throbbing warm opening.

The customer looked concerned. "Uhh, Mrs. Cake, are you alright? You look kinda sweaty and out of breath."

"Ohhhhh....OhhHHHNO DEAR, I'm F-f-FIIIIIiiiinne! N-Now, whaaAAt would yo--"

Mrs. Cake never got to finish her sentence. You flip yourself upside down and latch on to her protruding honey pot, thrusting your cock in and out of her warm flaps and attacking her clit with everything you have. You slurp, lick, pick, roll, suck, nibble, squeeze, and generally do ANYTHING to her happy pearl. It has grown to massive proportions and is furiously throbbing, the next shot threatening to drive Mrs. Cake over the edge. Her legs are trembling, just barely keeping her balanced, and the pool of liquid around her hooves is not her precious pussy juice, but her sweat instead. In a final attempt to get her to cum in public, you open your mouth, rear back your head and bring it forward with a massive amount of force. You  nearly inhale all of her clit into your mouth, biting down and pulling back so that your teeth gently rake the exposed pink nub, all the while licking it with your tongue so thoroughly that you wouldn't be surprised if Mrs. Cake's lewd liquids replaced your saliva after this.

"--uuuu....mmmmmph!!!!!"

At this, Mrs. Cake completely locked up. You could see that she was desperate to hold back her orgasm, knowing what kind of attention she would attract. She bit down hard on her lip and clenched her butt cheeks, trying as hard as possible to keep from cumming. Unfortunately, this had the unintended effect of pushing you over the edge. You slide your forearms out from under her massive meat cushions and grab both sides of her gorged, madly pulsing clit, somehow managing to suck it even harder in the heat of your climax. You clench your eyes shut and feel the euphoria wash over you as you cum into her.

Mrs. Cake bites her lip even harder, sweating profusely in her attempt to stay away from the breaking point.

"Aaaaah.....need...ggoooooooo...."

She manages to just barely manage to make it into the kitchen, waddling all the way and holding her tail directly over her extremely wet cooter to keep her from revealing her heat to the rest of the restaurant, though some ponies were bound to notice the liquid pouring down her hindlegs and her waddling posture.

The second that she made it past the double doors, Mrs. Cake opened her mouth and let out a near silent scream.

"Aggh---Ahhah---Aahh---Ah----Ahnnn---" She let out a string of quiet exclamations as she experienced one of the most powerful orgasms in her life. Sweat slid down her face in beads, and her eyes had rolled so far back into her head that her irises had nearly disappeared. You feel the tide coming, and manage to squeeze yourself out from between her still locked loins to witness the event.

You can see your cum still clinging to the outsides of her folds, but not for long. A wave of pussy juice rushes from her slit, then abruptly stops, Mrs. Cake still vainly attempting to half the river's flow. She continues to squirt in intervals and then quickly stop for at least 2 minutes. After her quivering pussy is completely tapped out, she collapses on the ground, her hind legs holding up her tired rear. This sight immediately makes you hungry for more. You decide to fly up to her still leaky cock sock and rub your semi flaccid dick roughly, once more, against its sopping folds.

"NNNNNNGGGHHAAAAAAAA!!!!!"

She manages to find some small amount of slit sauce left over, dripping onto the floor like a downpour. The liquid doesn't even touch you, as she has no strength left over to even squirt, but it does make her pussy clench even tighter than it already is, bringing your dick back to a full hard-on.

You decide to leave Mrs. Cake for now, however. She has just had at least two orgasms, and you don't plan to break her. You exit the kitchen, leaving her half passed out on the floor and in a mess of her own juices. As you leave the kitchen and hover close to the ceiling to avoid attention as you head to the front door, you manage to pick up the music that drew you here in the first place, though it is incredibly faint. You fly upstairs, the music getting stronger with every flap of your wings. When you make it to the top of the stairs and fly through the door that the music is emanating from, you are met with an incredibly pleasant sight, one that manages to make your dick begin to leak a bit of precum, despite the fact that you've just released your load inside Mrs. Cakes huge hooch.

Pinkie Pie is exercising, wearing what looked to be a yellow top, some hoofbands, a headband with a feather hanging off of it, hind leg warmers..... and a tight little pair of cyan shorts, being secured and held in place by a dark blue belt. It appears that just as you were walking in, Pinkie began to stretch, pushing out her front hooves and leaving her plot wobbling magnificently in the air. Her hind legs started shivering, which made no sense to you, seeing as she was wearing leg warmers to prevent that kind of thing, and Pinkie raised her tail and head in alarm. Her velcro triangle was clearly visible through the thin material of the pants, showcasing her beetle's bonnet as it was flattened against the fabric.

"Huh? Leg shivers? But that's not right! I only have leg shivers when I'm about to have---WHOOA!!"

Pinkie gets cut off as you fly directly into her crotch, landing directly on her chuff. You waste no time and begin humping her massive muff, the combined force of your thrusts and your initial impact causing Pinkie to lose her balance and sending her tumbling forward onto her torso.

"Ooohhh.... What is that?? Ahh, that's...."

Pinkie's confusion as to what had just hit her is soon replaced by a gasp of surprise as you stop humping the fabric of the shorts around her rear and fly up and over her tail, landing directly in front of the elastic of the belt and squeezing under it, making your way into her shorts. The light inside is a light shade of blue thanks to the filtering properties of the shorts, and you can smell nothing but the musk from the workout as you crawl quickly across her pink posterior. You soon encounter what you were looking for - Pinkie's pink pussy - and slide down, licking up and down her slit and squirming around.

To her credit, Pinkie barely makes a sound. Every now and then you think you can hear a stifled groan come from her mouth as you continue to grope her nethers, but she quickly cuts it off. Soon, after only a minute or two, the familiar wetness of arousal coats both you and her pussy, and it looks as if she is ready to cum already. Sensing this, you stop moving and keep her on the edge, delaying her orgasm for as long as you can. You flip over and begin rubbing your dick against the fabric itself, and the new feeling causes you to release your jizz all over the backside of her pants, leaving a noticable stain all the way up to the base of her asshole. At this, you decide to let her trembling tongue magnet finally get off, and you spread your wings wide open, expanding them inside of her pink playmate and fluttering them back and forth, tickling her inner walls.

At this, Pinkie can't take it anymore. She clenches her eyes and teeth, and her throbbing pussy pushes you out of her and forces you to exit her shorts for fear of suffocation. She climaxes, sweat pouring down her face and legs, now trembling much more powerfully than before. Pinkie actually starts winking, the folds of her pussy pushing out and retreating periodically as a sign of her heat, and before long a massive, sopping wet stain has formed just below her tail, with some of her juices leaking out of the sides of her shorts.

Just as you are about to leave, satisfied with your work, you hear hoofsteps approaching the room. Mr. Cake enters just as you manage to dash up behind one of the closet doors on the far side of the room. You keep one of the doors opened just a bit so that you can see what's happening out there.

"Pinkie?" Mr. Cake asks. He doesn't seem as shocked or surprised that she's lying, face on the ground and rear-up, in a pool of her own joy juice.

"....Well, looks like you couldn't wait today. Decided to paddle your own little pink canoe, hmm? I guess I'll just have to fuck you till your eyes cross today."

Up until this point, you could only see Mr. Cake's face as he stood in the doorframe. When he walked in however, you really wished that you hadn't been looking at him. His long, dangling kickstand hung under him, and with every step he took towards Pinkie, it grew harder and harder. Soon enough, he was directly behind her. He ripped open her soaked shorts and admired her stupendously slick slit before lining up his pulsating pussy pounder.

He looked up at the clock on the wall. "Alright, Honeybunches should still be downstairs tending to the customers for at least another hour," He said, "So we have more than enough..."

"TIME!!" He finished his sentence as he thrust forward, enveloping himself in Pinkie's cock rocker. She let out a gasp, her eyes opening wide and her tongue lolling out of her mouth. As Mr. Cake pounded into her, Pinkie began to feel her climax rising again. Her eyes were both rolling into the back of her head, and she was trying to speak, but the vigorous pounding caused her words to fall apart before she could even finish forming them.

"A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-AHHH!!" Was all she could manage to get out as she felt her pussy tighten around Mr. Cake's one-eyed monster. After a good twenty minutes, drool was leaking from Pinkie's mouth and her face seemed to be frozen into a state of ecstasy as Mr. Cake neared his limit. "That's it you little slut! That's it! Get tighter for me, I'm almost there! Almost....ALMOST....AGGHGHGGHH!!"

He rapidly increased his pace before slamming into her one final time. His hips quivered as his seed spilled out of her pulsing plughole. Pinkie arched her back and pushed herself further backward, forcing his cock even deeper into her.

Mr. Cake shuddered as he spurted his baby gravy even deeper into her. You let out a grunt and look down. Apparently, just watching the act occur in front of you, before your very eyes, has made you involuntarily ejaculate all over the door. You start to feel a bit woozy, and before you know it, you pass out.

~~~~~

You wake up for a few moments to see Pinkie still on the ground, Mr. Cake walking away as if nothing had happened with a smile on his face.

"And remember....let's not tell Lambchops about this?" Was all you could make out before he walked away. Pinkie, eyes crossed from being screwed silly and her ass still in the air and leaking various substances, the floor around her covered in sweat and pussy juice, could only say one thing:

"Okie .....Dokie ....Lokie..." Before passing out.

You follow after soon enough and see nothing but darkness.

Just Before Noon

You wake up in the closet, upstairs in the Cake's bakery.

You remember wrecking Pinkie's nethers, then you remember Mr. Cake coming in and doing the same. You laugh a bit at the thought of Mr. Cake unknowingly getting your sloppy seconds. You think to yourself that 'Hey, that's what he gets for cheating on his wife. He has to take his turn.' You pause for a moment and consider the thought that just went through your head. You're starting to think of other ponies in a different way, seeing stallions as obstacles and mares as objects of pleasure. You never thought that way when you were bigger. You always thought of everypony as just that - just another pony. Sure, there was a cute mare here or there, and sure you'd store a mental image of them for further use, but you never thought about them in a degrading manner. You treated the imaginary girls in your head as they deserved to be treated - as classy mares. Well, you would have, if they had existed in the first place. You fear for what you might become....

And then you get over it leave the closet after realizing how stupid you just sounded. Sex is sex, and you are going to get as much of it as you possibly can.

You fly out of the closet door and head for the stairs. You can hear the Cake twins in the other room, giggling and playing with their toys. 'How adorable' you think to yourself. You also allow the thought of what Pumpkin will look like when she grows up run through your head for a moment. Of course, by then you'll probably be some weird pervy old guy that she wants nothing to do with, but who knows? Maybe the same thing that made you tiny will just so happen to have the side effect of immortality.

You head downstairs only to find Mrs. Cake, perfectly fine, serving customers again. You think about messing around some more with her mud flaps, but you decide to leave her alone. After all, it's not like you were planning to break her. You just felt that she needed to be shown a good time.

You dash back into the kitchen, hoping to at least see the remains of the fruits of your labor, but you end up disappointed. The floor is squeaky clean, and the air has the lingering scent of lemons hanging about. She must have cleaned up after her mess.

You fly back out to the foyer and speed back under Mrs. Cake's tail. You said you weren't going to do this again... but you just can't help yourself. You jam your arm deep into her crotch pot and wiggle it around as fast as you can before pulling out and flying up to the ceiling, wanting to watch the results this time around.

Mrs. Cake's face immediately goes a deep shade of crimson, and you can see her pussy muscles flexing as she attempts to contain her heat once more. She quickly leaves the room with a hushed "Excuse me", heading to the nearest bathroom as quickly as she can. You dart in behind her before she locks the door and decided to simply watch this time. You see that she has begun to pleasure herself, rubbing her hooves quickly over her second mouth. It doesn't take more than half a minute before she's at the point of no return. She bites down on one of her hooves to muffle her moans, and her other hoof clamps itself over her crotch as she hits her climax. "MMMMMMmmmmmm....." Her eyes roll up into her head again, though not quite as far as they did last time, and she sweat in beads. When she had finished, she let herself relax and bask in the afterglow of her orgasm.

You leave the bathroom with a massive boner, eager to bury yourself in another mare's pleasure center. You fly out the back of the building, noticing Mr. Cake taking out the trash as you go. You can't help but wonder for a moment. What could drive Mr. Cake to cheat on his wife? They seemed like they had a loving relationship. And if you had a cock sleeve that good on a mare, you'd never let her go. But then again, that's Mr. Cake's business. To each his own, after all.

~~~~~~~

Gliding above the streets of Ponyville, you hungrily search for your next target. You aren't really paying attention to anything in particular, just looking for a mare, any mare really. You fly over Sweet Apple Acres, deciding to stop for a quick bite, when the sound of apple trees being bucked assaults your ears. You fly down towards it, only to find Applejack, that mare you usually see in the market selling apples when you actually decide to go out, making the noise. Her powerful legs drive back into another tree as you arrive, causing the apples in the branches above to fall into the various baskets surrounding it. You take note of her toned, muscular flanks, her orange fur slick with sweat, and her beautiful blonde mane, and your erect dick begins to throb even harder.

You don't really plan any specific course of action this time around, but you know that you can't just rush in. If anything, the Apple family is well known for their incredible stamina and tolerance, and you're afraid that this stamina would allow her to resist you long enough to figure you out, maybe even catch you. If she were to somehow find out what you'd done to Rainbow Dash or Pinkie Pie..... you fear that you wouldn't be leaving that farm with your genitals intact.

You look around for something to restrain her with, tie her down maybe. You catch the rope that she carries with her everywhere out of the corner of your eye, and and idea forms.

As Applejack prepared to buck the next tree, her lasso seemingly got up on it's own and began to tie itself around her legs as quickly as possible. "WHAT IN TARNATION?!" Was all she could manage to get out before hitting the ground and letting out a big 'Thud', her hat falling off her head.

You quickly dash over to one of the barrels and grab an apple, flying back to the hogtied AJ and jamming it into her mouth before she can spot you.

"MMMM MM MMMPH!!" She tries to bite off part of the apple, but you think fast. You push the apple in farther, making it impossible for her to bite down as long as she tries to keep biting down. Apples are incredibly useful, you think to yourself. Seriously, a great snack, a useful gag....

You look over at the basket of the apples and then back at Applejack's flanks, imagining how tight her crap chute must be.

Apparently, apples are also great sex toys.

You grab one and approach her rear. Her tail is flattened against the ground, as all four of her legs are raised up in the air, tied by her own lasso. You approach her brown eye and begin by shoving the bottom of the apple in first. Applejack lets out a muffled yell as you jam the apple in further. Her bunghole is surprisingly able to take the full girth of the apple without so much as a speck of blood, a testament to her resilience. She, however, isn't doing so well. Applejack yells as loudly as she can through the apple lodged in her mouth, thrashing around her head and attempting to use her tail to pull the plug out of her hershey highway.

You swat away her tail every time it gets close, and her continued motion simply causes the apple to slide more easily into her ham flower. Soon, the tip of the stem is the only remaining visible part of the apple, the rest having been swallowed by her now red and pulsing puckered poop chute.

AJ is panting heavily, straining to relieve herself. You see her puckered pooper bulge as she attempts to pass the apple out of her system. Watching her push has gotten you even harder than you were before, and you decide that it's time to help her out a bit.

You fly up to her sopping snizz, throughly wet from the amount of stimulation that she has recieved. With her legs tied up as they are, there isn't anyway that she can look down and see you, so you relax and spread her lips wide. You can hear the sudden intake of air from her nose, and her tampon tunnel gets even wetter in response. You've actually been wanting to experiment a bit, and this seems like a great opportunity to do so. You insert your legs into her soaked smush mitten, immediately reveling in the tightness and warmth as you do so. You can feel AJ's walls undulate as she tries to expel you, but you continue on, sinking even deeper inside her until you are up to your torso in tang.

You move your legs around and buck your hips, eliciting a series of moans from the cowmare. "Uh...Uhhhh... Uhh.."

After at least half an hour, despite all the stimulation, you feel yourself begin to soften. You begin to move faster, surprising AJ with the change in tempo. "Hnn?! Uhh--Uhh--Uhh--"

Not soon after, you feel your leg brush against a softer, spongier area, with a slightly rougher texture than the rest of her love tunnel. You begin to rub against it, and this draws a series of louder moans as well as sharper breaths.

"Hnnn!! Hn..HNNN...."

With every groan you can feel Applejack buck her hips forward instinctually, attempting to bring herself over the edge, with every hip buck increasing the tightness surrounding your lower body. She's sweating like a pig at this point, with thin rivulets flowing down around the side of her muscular, massive muff. Her clitoris is throbbing madly, almost begging for somepony to give it the release it so desperately craves. You are more than happy to oblige, and you bring your entire head down on her humongous happy button, licking and sucking it until it begins to quiver.

Applejack's breath catches in her throat, and her eyes roll up into her head as sweat pours down her face like a waterfall.

"Ah--------MMMMMMM!!!! MMMMMM!!! MMMMMmmm! Mmmmmmm!"

Applejack's climax turns the crotch meat around you into a swimming pool, and her muscles become a vice tighter than an anaconda's most powerful grip. You immediately follow suit and blast your load all over the inside of her before her crotch cannon expels you with it's powerful undulations. You expel the rest of your seed all over the outside of her winking weenie wringer.

Applejack's orgasm also had the effect of forcing the apple out of her ass blaster, the slick and shiny red delicious lying directly between her massive, thick cheeks. You hover down and take a bite, noting how AJ's cum covering the fruit tastes like apple cider, before untying her and dashing up into the sky, leaving a very sweaty, exhausted, and satisfied mare on the ground under the apple trees as she begins to relieve herself of her yellow apple juice from the sheer pleasure of the experience.

Afternoon Pt.1

You rest atop a cloud hovering high over Sweet Apple Acres.

You think to yourself how satisfying it was to toy with AJ, and consider doing something kinky with all the mares you plan to aid in your quest for crotch. This quickly leaves your mind. The various uses that apples have is an interesting subject that you hope to one day explore further, but for now you'd rather just stick to the basics.

You leap into the air, gliding on the wind as you plan your next move. The skies are rather clear at the moment, allowing you to think without having to concentrate as much as usual. You think about the mares you've pleasured already. Rainbow Dash was pretty easy, as was Pinkie Pie. With Pinkie, you even got Mrs. Cake as a bonus, and the times you made her cum are are surely moments that you will remember when you look back on today.

Applejack was definitely interesting. You wonder if she'll ever look at apples the same way again, or if you've just given her a new fetish. Either way, she sure won't be forgetting that experience anytime soon.

You make a mental checklist of mares and remember the three you have yet to show a good time: Rarity, Fluttershy, and, more importantly, Twilight. That little librarian always stuck out the most to you, and was the mare you'd pleasure yourself to every night. Getting your chance with her will be..... interesting, to say the least.

You fly to another, more comfortable looking nearby cloud and lie down. The strain of all this might actually be getting to you! 'Well, it's not much of a surprise' you think to yourself. You've lost count of how many times you've gotten off in the past few hours alone, and while your nap at Sugarcube Corner helped to rejuvenate you, it's still a bit tiring. You look forward to a nice long night of sleep after you're done with your day of destroying dick gobblers.

As you sit atop the cloud, you manage to pick out two distinct voices from the noise of the town below. You peer down to see none other than both Fluttershy and Rarity, seemingly headed to the Spa. 'Of course! How did I forget?' Rarity and Fluttershy meet every week for a spa treatment. You know this because you happened to be around whenever they got together and just happened to overhear them talking about it. It's not like you were stalking them or anything. You were just nearby..... a bunch of times.... hidden behind whatever was convienient...... with a boner.

You dive don through the air and manage to land undetected in a flower basket being carried by Junebug, who just so happens to headed in the same direction. You open your ears and lean towards the duo, attempting to catch some of their conversation.

"Oh Rarity, I'm not sure we should be out today. I mean, I'm sorry, but Pinkie visited me earlier and told me that her eyebrows were wiggling. I, um, don't know what that means, but she told me to lock my doors and block every entrance. Do you really think it's ok to just... um, go?"

"Fluttershy, darling, you simply have to learn not to take Pinkie so seriously. She is usually right about these things, that is true, but canceling our spa date because of one of her feelings? Inconceivable!"

"But Rarity--"

"However," She continued, "That does not mean that I am going to ignore her advice completely. After this, we should head home do as she says. It's not as if this disaster, whatever it is, is going to occur completely without warning, and I intend to be prepared... just as soon as I have my mud bath."

"O-Okay Rarity. If you insist...."

You're really happy with that choice. It'll be a lot easier to screw them in public than trying to break into both of their respective homes in order to do the deed. Just before you pounce, however, something clicks in your mind.

The Spa. They're going to the Spa. Aloe and Lotus's Spa.

You aren't sure your ready for this. It'll be an incredible amount of work for you to get off in the glorious groin grottos of four mares. Could you do it? Would you have the energy left over for your final prize? As you think it over, the duo approach the Spa and open the door. It's now or never.

You fly into the Spa behind them as fast as you can, the door closing shut behind you. There's no going back now.

The first thing that hits you is the smell. Exotic is the only word that comes to mind. You quickly begin to lose your train of thought as you get wrapped up in the heavenly aroma the air carries. Luckily, your single-minded desire for sex keeps you focused. As you fly around, you take note that the smells in the air are stronger in certain areas over others. You fly to the far side of the large lobby, nearly losing yourself to the strengthening smells. You find a box hidden behind a fake plant in the far corner of the room labeled 'Pheromones'. Why would Aloe and Lotus have pheromones designed to arouse stallions hidden in the Spa? As the thought dawns on you, you suddenly realize why so many guys you know come here. They always came out with a smile on their goofy faces, but you never thought twice about it. You never really liked spas, believing that it'd be embarrassing that a guy could even like these kinds of places, as evidenced by the relentless teasing some of the others went through.

You feel incredibly stupid. They always walked away from the bullies with smug satisfaction practically radiating from all over, and now you know why. You hate yourself for not coming here sooner, as you wouldn't have had to go through so much of an ordeal in your later teen years trying to lose your virginity. But, for now at least, you decide to put those thoughts behind you and focus on the here and now.

After slipping into the 'massage parlor' area of the spa, you sit on a shelf and hide behind a bottle of shampoo as Rarity and Fluttershy walked into the back room, towels wrapped atop their heads, with Aloe and Lotus close behind.

You imagine rolling up your sleeves as you soar into the room behind them before the door latches shut. Time to get to work.

Rarity is the first to feel your touch. As she climbs up onto the massage bed, you stealthily dive under the towel over her rump. Through the filtered white light seeping in through the towel from above you, you can see her love cave perfectly. But, despite the painful erection you are now sporting, you hold back. You have something much better in mind.

As Aloe begins rubbing in the lotion on Rarity's back, you start lightly rubbing yourself against her labia, not enough to make her sopping wet, but enough to make her aroused.

"Ahhhh.... Fluttershy, this is EXSQUISITE. Are you certain you don't want one of these massages?"

You can here Fluttershy from beyond the door into the bathing room as you continue subtly pleasuring Rarity's pink puffy pie. "O-Oh, It's fine Rarity. I prefer the baths instead."

You nearly jump out of your hiding spot after hearing that. You decide to hurry the plan up a bit, rubbing Rarity even harder.

"Ohh YES! Yes, that is ....very good, Ms. Aloe! Don't stop!" Aloe is rubbing Rarity's flanks with lotion as you sneak out from under the towel and hover under her legs, licking her penile placement pit and placating her with a plethora of potent pleasures.

"Hnng..." She's good at witholding herself. But you're good at pleasuring ponies. 'Let's see which one wins out,' you think to yourself.

Soon enough, Aloe is sopping wet. Her fluids are creating a puddle, and her face is beet red. You can hear her quietly panting, trying not to lose herself. However, it's too late. Rarity has stedily grown more and more aroused during her massage, and between her mountainous mounds her pleasure pocket is leaking steadily. Her face has also become a lovely shade of rose, and she takes deep breaths before finally flipping over.

She speaks barely above a whisper, mimicking Fluttershy. "M-Miss Aloe....would you be so kind as to... take care of me? ...please....?" Her eyes are filled with lust, eyeing the pony in front of her.

Your ministrations of her organ have left Aloe unable to resist any longer. She practically leaps onto Rarity, locking lips with her in an instant. "MMMmmmhph..." Rarity moans as their tongues intertwine, their moist sexes inches away from each other with you hovering in between.

Suddenly, Aloe brings herself down onto Rarity's mound, trapping you inbetween their sopping sexes as she begins to grind. All you can see and smell is cooch, and your erect pole is pleased by the wonderful friction and heat.

You manage to slip out of the crevice between the colliding clams in order to fly up above the two and admire your handiwork. Rarity and Aloe are writhing together on the table, but they are silent enough to avoid attracting attention in the back. As they hump each other, their tongues become intertwined, and Rarity's blush becomes more and more pronounced. Aloe's face is hidden, but from the sound of things, it seems as if the both of them are very near the point of no return. As you stroke yourself to keep your erection up, the two mares' light humping gradually becomes faster, with each buck of the hips adding more to the growing pool.

Soon enough, Rarity, her face red as a tomato, opens her lips in a silent scream, her eyes rolled back and her previously active tongue lolling out. Aloe soon follows suit, and begins whimpering and panting as the pleasure rolls over her in waves. Both of them begin leaking like waterfalls, creating a large pool on the massage table that starts leaking over the edges and creating small puddles all around. The two mares are left breathing heavily, sweat covering their bodies and lips still parted in pure ecstasy.

You soon stop jerking yourself as a thought crosses your mind. You remember all your previous encounters, and compare them with what you already knew about sex. So far, every mare that you've touched today has had either an incredibly powerful climax or has hit her orgasm in a record-breaking amount of time, in some cases both. You have a theory, and decide to use the two mares in front of you to help test it. You fly back down between the both of them and jam your hooves into their cooches. Beyond a happy sigh and a fresh release of a little more juice, neither of the two mares reacts all that much. You then rub your dick on both colossal cooters, not penetrating them, but at least making them aware of it's presence.

Suddenly, the mares begin to convulse again. "Aaaa-Aggghaaa-AGGGHAAGHAAAAA!!!" Rarity cries out as she hits her climax for the second time within a few minutes. Aloe follows suit once more, and soon a whole new waterfall has been formed between the two's legs.

'Interesting', you think. Your penis seems to act like an aphrodisiac, not only increasing the desire for sex but increasing the potency and frequency of orgasm as well. Well, it's no immortality, but becoming basically what amounts to a miniature sex god is good enough for you. You then remember your second encounter with Mrs. Cake. You hadn't actually molested her with your member that time, yet she still seemed aroused enough to be able to hit her climax so soon. For a moment, this seems like a discrepancy in your calculations, particularly one that wouldn't hit until you had long been done and gone to your fridge for a drink, until you come up with a logical conclusion - Mrs. Cake had probably been sex starved. Considering Mr. Cake's "enthusiastic" relationship with Pinkie, it would make sense that he wouldn't have time to please her anymore, leaving her stuck with all of her pent-up heat and lust for who knows how long. It would seem that you had done her a favor after all. You fly over to the door to the bathing rooms.

~~~~~~~

Afternoon Pt.2

You slip under the door.

The bathing rooms are pretty spacious, especially in comparison to the other, smaller areas of the spa. It's incredibly bright, and there are a multitude of empty baths, with only one near the front actively being used. Fluttershy is sitting in it, surrounded by a lot of, what appears to be, mud. Really, were you expecting something else? Nothing else is happening. It's a perfectly normal day here, save for a shrunken stallion and all the rape. Other than that, completely normal. Nothing at all going on in this particular room at this particular moment. Nothing at all. You don't know what you were expecting.

A thought suddenly hits you as you scan the room. Where is Lotus? She's nowhere to be found. You trot over to the tub, saving yourself the energy of flight, and leap in. You barely make a sound when you hit the mud. Fluttershy, towel wrapped around her lengthy mane, doesn't even notice. She continues to sit, eyes closed, relaxing. You look up at her to insure your cover hasn't been blown when you hear a few sighs, and then inhale as much air as you can before diving under the dirty surface.

You can't see anything through the muck, so you decide to swim downward and in Fluttershy's general direction. Soon enough, you bump into something. You feel around, attempting to confirm your suspicions, and sure enough, you are able to take hold of her two flaps of luscious labia. Before you can begin to please her with your pussy-pounding pole, she begins to get up, out of the bath. Terror instantly grips you. Did she feel you? Is she checking to see what's moving down here? In a desperate attempt to hide yourself, you snuggle your body into the opening of her vagina. You make sure to hold her pleasure pads close together, to obscure yourself.

When Fluttershy stands up, you feel gravity pulling you down. Luckily, her labia are prominently pronounced, so you can clench them closer together to keep from falling. You're able to hear her speaking with Lotus, who has apparently just entered the room. Judging by the heat at your back and the slick liquid surrounding you, Fluttershy is getting aroused. You listen in to hear why.

"Oh, h-hello Miss Lotus. Uhm, is that...."

"Why yes it is, Miss Fluttershy! You are going to love, no?"

"Um, don't you think it's a little... big?" Fluttershy obviously sounded scared. It's even easier to tell from the way she had her walls squeezing around you.

"Oh don't worry Miss Fluttershy! It will be fine! This is our.... how you say? Specialty! Now, would you like some loobe?"

Lube? What would they need lube-

Oh. Oh no.

The realization strikes you, and you instantly attempt to dart out of Fluttershy's fuck cave. However, the minute you poke your head out, you are met with a long, thick, purple dildo, the far end strapped to a pair of panties over Lotus's intimate parts. You recognize in horror that you had misjudged the distance between the two when you heard them speak. Lotus had already been mounting Fluttershy.

Fluttershy answered her question, much to your chagrin. "I... actually, I don't think so... I'm, er... wet enough already." Fluttershy blushed at the mention of how turned on she was. In stark contrast, your face goes a pale white as you realize what's coming next.

"Very well then. Thank you for choosing the 'Bolstered Blossom' special!" The giant dildo was coming in hot.

You close your eyes. You were definitely gonna feel this tomorrow.

The first thing you feel are Fluttershy's fap flaps parting, making way for the enormous girth present. The next thing you feel is the sensation of a massive pillar of plastic smacking you straight in the face and shoving you into the depths of the lavish love canal. You hear a moan escape Fluttershy's lips, but it grows fainter and fainter with each centimeter of depth. It seems to keep pushing deeper even when you think it's over, always finding some more room, and the ordeal feels like it will never end. Eventually, she bottoms out, and you feel her cervix against your back. The dildo retreats, losing its previous ground and allowing the walls of flesh to surround and crush you. You're stuck. Even at this depth, there's not enough natural liquid lube to get you out. There's nothing but darkness, even when you open your eyes, and you fear that the amount of oxygen in here can't possibly last long enough. You can feel the faint sensation of Fluttershy's heartbeat through your ears as you head is squeezed by the pink meat surrounding it. Your sensational sausage is still hard, throbbing from the heat and the pressure, even at this depth. As a sort of relief, you attempt humping her from the inside to get some pleasure from the experience.

Fluttershy's moans are redoubled, and you yourself can feel the pressure building in your loins. Unfortunately, you are interrupted by a brief flash of light that seems to be miles away, only for that light to quickly get eclipsed by the oncoming false phallus. You brace yourself again, but nothing can prepare you for round two, especially considering Lotus's increase in speed after hearing the happiness 'she' brought from her customer's lips. The dildo slams into you with the force of a freight train, knocking you back down the canal and back up against the cervix before retreating again, only to begin its assault anew. You twist yourself around so that you can take the brunt of the force with your back and continue rubbing yourself against the massive mounds of meat.

Eventually, after what seems like an eternity of grinding and groping, you feel yourself climaxing. Being pressed into such a cushiony copulation cavern as you are, you can feel the semen leaking out, mixing with Fluttershy's copious amounts of conserved cum. At that exact moment, the walls around you begin to contract and churn. The faint heartbeat you could hear earlier is now much more clear, as are the moans which, earlier, could barely be made out. The dildo is moving much faster now, so quickly that to you there is no interval in thrusts anymore.

The dildo slides out of the slick, slippery sauna of sensation, only to pound as deep as possible one final time.

The dildo is held there, pushing up against your back and keeping you pinned to the throbbing cervix. You feel it tremble a bit before something starts to leak out, smearing against your back. You are incredibly confused. What you don't know, however, is that Lotus's specialized strap-on has a small bit that can be inserted into the giver's glorious gap, and, when they cum, the dildo can suck the leaking love juice up and spit it back out the other end, simulating real cum and giving a more fulfilling experience.

As the juice flows over you, a similar reaction occurs all around you. Suddenly, the walls seem to simply collapse, shoving you even harder against the phallic facsimile. Liquid floods the passage, and you are just barely able to keep your head above the rising level. The dildo is forced out of Fluttershy, but you are trapped as she orgasms.

Fluttershy, as opposed to most mares, lets out a tiny squeal as she reaches the edge. Juice floods out of her, leaving a substantial puddle on the floor around her. Lotus likewise has a small stagnant pool around her hooves, the love juice left uncollected by the dildo, and both of them sweat profusely, mouths open and panting.

Suddenly, you realize that you are no longer being shoved against her cervix. Fluttershy's climax moved you up at least an inch. You realize what you must do now. You begin to struggle, struggle harder than ever before. You maneuver your wings, legs, forearms, and every other part of your body as much as you can.

Fluttershy, reveling in her afterglow, is suddenly thrown back into the throws of pleasure. Confused, she begins to buck her hips uncontrollably. Lotus is understandably confused as well. "Oh! Miss Fluttershy? You are.... still aroused?"

Fluttershy was unable to answer. She was feeling an unbearable amount of pleasure welling up within her, and in seconds, she had locked her knees as she squirted out even more of her lecherous lubricant. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and she sweat like a pig. She was unable to keep herself from spasming as she finished once more. But more was not enough.

You continue to thrash about, manipulating your body in anyway that you can in order to free yourself. Fluttershy is unable to stop cumming. She holds her pose, legs spread and tail raised, and continues to release more and more of her love juices. Her breaths are ragged, her body is coated in a slick layer of sweat, and she is unable to move from the spot. Her eyes are rolled up so far that her pinprick-sized irises are nearly invisible. She is unable to keep her tongue up, resulting in it's dangling from her face in such a way that it seems a strange addition to her head. Her face is a bright shade of crimson, with the rest of her body turning a soft pink, visible through her coat.

As she has one final, explosive climax, you shoot out of her crotch cannon at an incredible speed, only to land on the floor on the far side of the room in a mess. You are covered in both your own jizz and that of the two mares, leaving you unable to fly if only for the sheer amount of cum keeping your wings stuck to your sides.

For once, you run on the ground, leaving Lotus to tend to Fluttershy. You dry your hooves as best you can and climb into the nearest normal bath, sitting in the very back of the room. You allow the heated water to clean you up, and you particularly scrub your wings as hard as you can. After thoroughly preening yourself, you climb out and shake off as much water as you can before flying for the door. You squeeze back under and through the other room, where Rarity is still collapsed in a heap with Aloe, before making your exit.

~-~-~-~

Fluttershy was collapsed in a pile of her own jizz. She was covered from head to hoof in both sweat and cum, and left unable to move her legs. Her eyes, still rolled, were crossed, leaving her unable to she for the time being. Her body cooled down, yet her face stayed a bright shade of crimson as she panted, her tongue limp and weak as she tried to slowly regain strength. As Lotus tried to help her up, all she could think about was the amazing climax she had just felt. She'd never felt joy like THAT before! She felt so good,so fully exhausted that she just wanted to keep smiling forever.

While Lotus tried to unsuccessfully lift her, she continued to mutter a single word in between her gasps for air, over and over and over again.

"More....................more...............more.................more.................more..............more.............more...........more.........."

~-~-~-~

Twilight

You just can't stop yourself anymore.

Only now, too late to stop it, do you realize that your sexual appetite has been growing with each ejaculation. You've become unable to keep yourself from sex. You have to find someone else to satiate your hunger now, but there don't seem to be any other mares who attract your interest.

None but one. You don't know why, but a particular unicorn is your primary focus. Everypony else would just have to wait.

You fly as fast as you can to the Library. Hopefully by now it will have emptied out and become far more accessible. As you fly, you can feel yourself rising a the mere thought of sex with her, though you can't seem to figure out why.

The Library is only a quarter mile away now. You can see the ponies leaving the giant tree as you approach, the amber light radiating out of the door and windows indicating the coming dusk.

You fly up against a window, eagerly humping the glass as your libido gets the best of you. You can see Twilight in the upper area of the library, preparing to turn in for the night. She was levitating some weird books back onto the shelves and saying something to herself, though you can't make out what.

~-~-~-~

Twilight, for her part, was exhausted. After all the commotion from last night, she had just wanted today to be over as quickly as possible. Then there was that business with Pinkie, who had told her to lock herself in to protect herself from the 'emergency threat' that was coming. Despite her skepticism, she knew Pinkie too well to ignore her advice, and decided to leave Spike in charge of the library for the day, allowing her paranoia to get the best of her. She hoped it wasn't too much for the poor baby dragon to handle.

At least the time alone had given her an opportunity to study a few spells, especially one that she had been having trouble with. The transformation spell, designed to not change a pony's appearance, but instead their physical attributes (height, weight, etc.), had gone haywire when she had tried to test it last night. Maybe trying to balance it out with a sexual potency spell WASN'T the best idea, but it seemed that way at the time. The mixture of the counter-balanced spell frequencies was supposed to make the first spell stable and negate the effects of the other, but even a minor mistake could throw the spells out of whack, leaving the target in instability (and strangely, with an insatiable sex drive) before it exploded. Violently. The spell she had fired off last night had gone crazy and flown out the window, so there must have been more to it.

Twilight yawned and decided that this was a theory for another day. She put up the last book and climbed the stairs to her bed, plopping onto the mattress. She blew out her candle and was fast asleep withing minutes. Spike had left earlier, deciding to help Rarity get her favorite supplies together for her and Fluttershy's spa trip, and had spent the night at the Carousel Boutique to watch Sweetie Belle while Rarity was gone, leaving Twilight utterly alone.

~-~-~-~

You fly up to the top of the tree, forcing your way through the leaves and branches forming the roof to fly in through the chimney. You get in just as the last pony is leaving for the day, and you hear the door shut.

Showtime.

However, as you dart upstairs, the scenery around you seems to shrink, if only a little. You stop, realizing that, to your dismay, the spell that apparently caused all this was starting to wear off! Fortunately, it seemed to take a while in between growth spurts, so you had at least a half hour left to finish out the day with a bang.

You fly even faster, and before you know it, you're hovering over the bed of a sleeping Twilight. She looks so adorable, snoring so lightly with her mane slightly ruffled, that you almost reconsider what you're about to do. Almost.

You fly down to her hind legs, conveniently situated above the bed covers, and get to work. You waste no time in licking up and down her slit, getting her wet as fast as you can. You hear some grunts and see Twilight's face squirm, a telltale sign of her arousal. Her sopping cock sock is soon dripping wet, and as soon as you have enough lube, you thrust into her at full speed.

Twilight lets out a quiet gasp when you penetrate. She brings her legs closer together, unintentionally pushing you in even further. You pull out almost completely, then thrust back in, all semblance of control lost. You buck like a wild animal, attempting to get yourself off as quickly as possible.

After about five minutes of thrusting, you finally feel your climax coming. You shoot your seed into Twilight's flower pot, utterly satisfied. After cumming, however, you feel yourself begin to jump up another foot in height. Apparently, climaxing only sped up the process.... as well as renewing your sex drive. Your cock, still stuck in Twilight's cooch, begins to grow back to normal size as well, filling her up with even more of your meat. She begins panting harder, and it's apparent that the size is getting to her. You begin to thrust again, bucking wildly into her depths.

You climax once more, shooting thick, ropy strands of cum into her womb, and shoot up another foot. Your meaty popsicle grows even more inside her snake sock, now filling her six inches in. Twilight groans as your cock grows, a blush apparent on her sleeping face. As you thrust again, however, her eyes shoot open.

She looks down to see you, a stallion now the size of a growing colt, thrusting away at her.

"AHHHH!" Was her first reaction, of course. "AH! AH! W-WAIT! STOP! AH!" She could barely get a word in between thrusts. You continued to buck away, ignoring her pleas. "P-P-PLE-E-E-E-EASEEE STOP MOVING!! STOOOOP!!" She tries to push you away with her hooves, but you ignore it. As you pound into her, you can feel your balls churning again, and you explode into her as her tightening, trembling trench hugs your third leg.

"Wha? No! N-NO, WAIT!! DON'T DO IT IN ME!!! DON'T-AHHHHHHHHH!!!" She's cut off as a wave of pleasure washes over her when your cock grows another few inches. Soon enough, after a few more climaxes, you're back to full size, screwing Twilight's brains out.

"AHHHH!! AGGGHAAAHH!! AHGGAAAHAHAHHAAAA!!!!" She can barely get words out anymore. Her face is a much deeper shade of beet red than that of her friends. Her horn begins glowing brightly, something that you hadn't seen with Rarity, but maybe you just weren't looking. She brings her head back as her back arches, surrendering herself to the throws of orgasm. Her tongue hangs limply out of her mouth, and her eyes are glassy and rolled back. She pants and gasps for air, only to be met with harder and stronger thrusts.

You continue on, the cycle of thrusts and orgasm becoming routine. For the next hour, you leave her stuck in a minlss state of sexual gratification, her gasps and pants becoming almost inaudible in comparison to her groans and screams. She can't take much more.

After a long, long session of sex, you hit the edge one final time, the most powerful orgasm so far. As you finally pull out, she grunts and gasps as you leaves her body. Her vagina pours out copious amounts of both your cum and hers.

Twilight is a wreck. Her back is stuck in an arch, and her hindlegs are holding her quivering cooch up in the air as it pours out pint after pint of ejaculate. Her head is pulled back, face buried in a pillow, and her forelegs are holding herself up as she basks in the afterglow of her multiple orgasms.

You poke her with your hoof. She immediately begins to convulse, and she seems to scream and groan without any sound. A gallon of more cum flows out of her crotch as she shivers. She has become so sensitive that a slight touch could knock her over the edge again.

Finally satisfied, you climb out the window and begin to fly home. Suddenly, a strange feeling overtakes you. You feel a rumbling sensation within your gut. You pause in midair, now just outside your home. In the cool night air, your skin and coat feel warmer than usual. The rumbling gets stronger. You can feel something rising, something that isn't your prick, and it's getting stronger every second. You open your mouth and stretch your limbs as far as you can....

And then you proceed to let out a massive, disgusting belch. That really did feel nice. For a moment, you felt like you were going to explode or something.

You then scratch yourself lewdly and fly in the window. You lay down on your bed, once again familiar to you at normal size. You close your eyes and drift off to sleep, the cool night air flowing into your room through the open window.

All in all, a pretty nice day.