Twilight and her friends awaken in a strange facility designed to 'milk' stallions ~Mindless Clopfest~
~~Will Contain: Sex with machines, futa, swallowing fetish, inflation, mind break etc etc Whatever my sick mind comes up with. This story is going to be the definition of mindless, plotless clop. If you like that then come on in. If you don't then perhaps you should ask yourself how you ended up in this unusual corner of the internet~~
The mane six awaken in a strange facility and are exposed to many different machines designed to 'milk' stallions... and it seems somepony has given them the 'equipment necessary' to be milked.
Twilight's eyelids felt heavy. She stirred and lifted her leaden head. It felt unnatural, a chemically induced sleep. The warm comfort of her bed was strangely absent. She blearily opened her eyes and looked at her new, metallic surroundings.
The room was steel plated and bare. It looked more like a pen than a room. Somewhere to keep a violent pet. Sharp edges, bolted corrugated panels and polished steel pipes. It looked... sterilized. Medical.
She tried to turn her head to scan the surroundings but found herself unable to. Leather straps held her neck in place, pinned to a metal ring that had been hooked over her horn.
"H-h-hello?" she tried, her voice sounding cracked and dry as it echoed through the empty, metal room.
She tried to reach up and unhook her horn but found herself once again impeded. Straining her eyes to look down revealed that both her legs were held in iron stocks, securely chained to the floor. Her entire body was suspended a few inches above the ground by a leather harness. She could feel its straps digging into her hips and shoulders as she wriggled.
There was something... dangling... between her legs. Something that felt like it was attached to her body. She felt a chill run through her body as it touched her leg during her struggle. It felt alive. She could... feel... through it... as if it were a part of her own body.
"What is this? What have you done to me?" The only answer was her own voice echoing back at her, "Discord?" Silence, "Chrysalis?" Silence, "Anypony?"
This didn't feel like either of their doing. Twilight bit her lip. It was time to get out of here.
A simple teleportation spell would get her free of these trappings. She closed her eyes and concentrated.
Nothing.
Not even a flicker.
Panic slowly began to rise in her throat.
"What have you done? Why can't I use magic? What have you done to me?" she had wanted to sound angry, indignant and assertive but the voice that echoed back from the fortified walls was that of a very frightened mare.
The strange, smooth appendage dangling between her legs had stopped swinging at last. She could... feel the tip of it. Tingling.
Any second now some new and terrible villain will walk out and start monologuing about how he captured me, thought Twilight. Any second now.
A small slot on the floor in front of her opened and a nozzled pipe slid out. It halted suddenly, a few inches below her chin. She stared down at it, its black eye staring back at her.
"What is this thi-" Twilight was interrupted when a sudden jet of moist vapor puffed out of the pipe. Twilight spluttered, tasting the bitter chemical on her lips, the scent of it filling her nostrils. She squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath. It was too late though. She could taste it on her tongue. Feel it buzzing in her nostrils. She spat onto the steel floor.
The nozzle slowly retreated into the slot from whence it came, leaving the purple unicorn alone once more.
Her head was spinning.
"Please... anypony?" Something was stirring between her legs, "Applejack? Spike? Celestia? Anypony!"
The thing between her legs stiffened rapidly, snapping tightly against her belly, fully erect. It was aching. But not with pain. Aching with... something else. Something that sent shudders rippling through her body.
"No," she squeaked. She could see her reflection in the polished metal wall to her right and left. She could see it clearly now, no longer obscured by her leg. She could see it.
"No!" she could smell it too. Meaty and sour. The scent of a stallion.
"No, no, no, no!" Two swollen testicles, perfectly hairless, each the size of an orange.
"No..." One throbbing shaft, the same shade of purple as the fur of her body. Its angular flare scraped against her chest. It was big. Bigger than Big Mac's. Bigger than Shining Armour's. Bigger than any Twilight had seen. And she'd seen plenty, living in a world where nopony wore pants.
She could still feel her marehood. It was back there, somewhere. Buried deep beneath the wrinkled flesh of her new balls.
The sensation of the... cock... was overwhelming. It muted every other sensation. She no longer even noticed the leather straps digging into her. She was no longer aware of the tight sensation of her bound horn. All of her mind was focused on the monster that twitched between her legs.
"Why do I have a... why would anypony do such a thing... why... how did you...?" she whimpered pathetically. Her whining and moaning was cut off as a bombardment of pleasure shot through her body, "The chemical? S-s-some kind of aphrodisiac... why?"
A throbbing commenced in her 'tailhole'. Each clench of the hole caused a twitch in her shaft, bumping the flare against the soft fur of her chest which in turn induces another clench. The cycle of arousal filled her usually busy mind.
"Gotta... think... gotta... stay focused... use magic to... escape... aaaah~" the cock pulsated, leaking a thick blob of precum onto the floor.
The scent of that one droplet was more overpowering than the aphrodisiac. It filled the air which Twilight unwittingly inhaled in her drowsy state. She could taste it on the tip of her tongue. She breathed in deeply despite herself. So rich. So intoxicating.
She jolted in terror as a loud creaking noise rang out through the room. Twilight could think of absolutely nothing more embarrassing than being seen with a... stallion's... member between her legs. It was enough to make her wish that even if it was somepony here to rescue her they would just go away. Better that than for them to see her in this state.
A slot opened on the far wall and another contraption slid in. It was about as tall as Twilight's bedside table and not quite as wide as the space between her legs, opened wide as they were by the steel stocks that held them.
It was wreathed with a tangle of glass tubes, twirling and spiraling through the machine. It looked more like a water slide in an amusement park with all its twists and turns. Two large cylinders were mounted on the back of the device. They were each marked with a single sticker that featured the following in black capitals:
TWILIGHT SPARKLE: SUBJECT 01
The device hissed to a halt, one hooflength in front of Twilight's face. She stared wildly at it, her heart trying to batter its way out of her chest. There was one tube on it that didn't look like the other. This tube was purple rubber and on the end of it was something that was quickly driving Twilight into a frenzy.
A fleshlight. What other word could there be for it? Twilight had seen them before on that one occasion where she had snooped a peek at her big brother's dirty magazines. Sex toys for lonely stallions. And Twilight was a stallion. And she was alone.
The rubber toy was mounted on the end of what Twilight recognized as a pneumatic piston attached to the rubber hosepipe. She clenched her teeth as her mind grasped the device's intended purpose
"No please you can't do this! Don't! Please! Let me go! Make me normal again!" the device ignored her. It hissed angrily and slowly raised the fleshlight. Aiming it at Twilight's new friend. The mouth of the fleshlight was thoroughly lubricated with a clear jelly which dripped onto the ground as it reached a horizontal angle, splattering next to Twilight's own dribblings. The mouth of the thing was a clumsy and artificial imitation of a real pony pussy. But hairless and rubbery. Twilight gulped. Her own mouth was so dry. It was the last sensation she felt before the fleshlight was pneumatically thrust forward with a hiss of steam.
Twilight screamed. Her body writhed in its bindings and a series of aftershocks wracked through her. The rubber pussy gripped her unbearably tightly. It squeezed down on her as it slid suddenly down her shaft, bottoming out on her swollen sack.
The sensation was unbelievable. It blinded her. Sending colorful orbs swimming in front of her eyes. She was drooling. She couldn't help it. The effort of closing her mouth was simply too much to accomplish. Saliva rained down on the rubber tube as the fleshlight began thrusting back and forth. Her tongue was swaying in the air as her body rocked rhythmically against the pumping machine. She was momentarily one with it. As mindless as the robot.
She snapped back into consciousness as the machine suddenly stopped its motion.
"Don't stop-" she cried and then suddenly, hearing her own words, she snapped her mouth shut. The device hissed and began to suck.
The suction was unbearable. Twilight had filled the fleshlight so completely that the suction created a vacuum around her flare, tugging mercilessly at her most sensitive part. She squealed and heaved at the leather straps.
Something was... changing deep inside her. Something was coming. On some deep instinctual level she knew what the tightening in her balls meant.
The machine started thrusting again. Sucking and thrusting. Sucking and thrusting.
Each time it dragged back down her shaft the suction felt as if it were magnified a hundred times. The lubricant on the fleshlight had been unnecessary. Twilight was leaking so much precum that the rubber pussy was slick and slippery.
"So tight... so tight," gasped Twilight, lost in a dreamy state. Her tail stiffened and flicked.
Here it comes. Here it cums.
The robot seemed entirely unaware that Twilight was in the grip of orgasm, it slammed away at her cock even as the first few steaming jets squirted out. The force and volume of the ejaculation stung Twilight as it stretched open her urethra but she didn't notice the pain. She was drowning in the sensation of it.
The rubber tube was inflated by the coursing flow of marecum being sent barreling down it. Twilight's balls and tailhole throbbed in time with the ripples of semen gushing forth from her. It wasn't like the usual watery specimens. Twilight's semen was thick, with a yoghurt like texture. It clogged and dragged as it was forced down the rubber hose.
The squirting was all that Twilight was. Her eyes lost their usual, brilliant intellectual spark. All she could do was tremble and drool as each creamy flurry left her body.
She stared vacantly down, the leather straps attached to her horn keeping her head from flopping limp. Her cum was flowing through the glass tubes. Rolling over each dip and loop-the-loop that the glass tubes running through the machine took. When every tube was stained a snowy white as Twilight's baby batter pumped through it the machine hissed with satisfaction. Twilight could dimly hear a tinkling sound as the two cylinders on the machine were filled. Her face was blisteringly hot but lost in the haze she didn't notice.
The fleshlight attached to the rubber tube continued its unthinking motion. Occasionally a few droplets would ooze free of its tightly gripping mouth and tickle Twilight as they ran down her legs. Twilight's marehood was leaking as well, adding its own drops to the mess beneath her.
Her heart was still thumping double time to keep up with the shudders of pleasure that ran through her. After what seemed like an eternity the pulsations seemed to slow down.
Twilight's new cock pushed forth its final few gushes.
The machine abruptly halted its ministrations.
It slid backwards and Twilight's member was freed from the fleshlight with a wet popping noise. The penis returned to dangling between her legs, robbed of all its vitality.
The machine retreated into the darkness of the slot from whence it came, carrying Twilight's load off to part unknown for an unknown purpose.
Twilight hung loose in the harness that held her. Empty of all thoughts for the moment. All resistance. All escape plans.
Chapter Whatever: Rarijack, swallowing and inflation (Also futa, duh)
Applejack felt something moist brush against her chin as she stirred. Her arms were twisted uncomfortably behind her back and she was lying on top of them. She groaned and lifted her head and as she did her lips touched against the meaty protuberance. She opened her eyes.
The angry red flare of a stallion's member was staring her in the face. She stared back at it for a solid few seconds as her mind grasped what she was looking at.
"What in the he- Aaagh!" She desperately wriggled away from the thing but it pursued her as she retreated, "Who... wha...?"
Slowly reality dawned on her. Orange fur and skin, red tip. The member was attached to... her.
"Oh, come on! Whut kind of freaky magic is this now?! Twilight?!" the room before her was completely empty. Smooth grey concrete wall and floor with no visible sign of a door or window. On the roof was what Applejack recognized as a sprinkler head. Something to help put out fires? What exactly could burn in a place like this?
APPLEJACK: SUBJECT 03
The block capital text was spray-painted across the concrete wall in industrial white paint. Was this a prison cell of some kind?
Applejack turned her attention back to her new companion. The cock was lying limply on her belly, the wrinkled and hairless scrotum hung down low enough from its base to touch the cold floor beneath them. She swallowed her nausea. AJ was not squeamish but the idea that somepony would... modify her body was enough to bring up the taste of bile. As she rolled onto her side the member flopped onto the floor. She drew a gasp of air as the tip of the thing touched the biting chill of the concrete floor of her cell.
She tried to reach out and prod the thing with her hoof but was unable to do so.
"Argh, damn," her front hooves were bound behind her back. It felt like steel shackles, chained tightly to one another. The stiffness in her shoulders told her that her forelegs must have been fastened behind her for some time. There was a leather collar around her neck with a chain attached to it that ran down her back, fixed to the shackles so as to ensure that she would be unable to get her hooves in front of her by any means short of dislocating both her forelegs at the shoulder.
The wall behind her back felt... different from the floor. Not as rough. She turned.
"Rarity!"
The wall behind AJ was made of glass, or something that looked similar to glass at least. Behind it lay Rarity.
She was trussed up like a turkey in a spiderweb of black leather straps. The unicorn's legs were bound beneath her, bent under her, buckled tightly to her body. Even her horn and tail had metal rings tightly fixed to them so as to hold her head and rump in place. Her eyes stared wildly back at AJ.
The room she was in was identical to AJ's own with the exception that the spray-painted letters read:
RARITY: SUBJECT 04
The most disturbing part of the leather bondage rig was attached to her face. A rubber tube had been pushed into her mouth and held in place by tight buckles wrapped around her head.
"Mmmmph!" she moaned indignantly. Applejack's eyes followed the tube that came out of her mouth and snaked along the floor.
It joined to something on the glass wall that separated the two of them. Something at waist height.
"What in the heck is this thing...?" the pipe coming out Rarity's mouth was joined to the glass wall that divided the two cells and the mouth of it seemed to be a... rubber replica of Rarity's own marehood.
Applejack knew those delicate lips, that dainty well formed clitoris. She'd sneaked peeks at it every now and again, catching glimpses of it under the curly purple tail on their many outings together.
The rubber pussy was on AJ's side of the glass, fixed to the pipe that ran through to Rarity's mouth. Was the poor mare being made to... breathe through that thing? The unicorn's nostrils were flaring so Applejack presumed that she wasn't breathing through it. Must be too tight for air to pass through. Applejack shuddered. Was it a feeding tube then? What would she be fed through that... that... nightmarish replica of her own marehood?
Applejack suddenly became very aware of her new male genitalia. Rarity had one as well, thoroughly bound up by the straps that covered her whole body. Rarity's thing was smaller than AJ's, the tip of it looked like an elegant white stamen. Applejack blushed deeply and turned her body to hide her own, averting her eyes. She wished she could hide it with her hooves but they were still secured behind her back. Still she was glad she wasn't in Rarity's horse shoes. Bound up in a tight little bundle, not able to move so much as a muscle.
"Don't you worry 'bout a thing, Rarity. Ah'm gonna get us outta here," Applejack staggered up on her two back hooves, the cock swinging between her legs. Still, a little humiliation would be worth it if she could free Rarity.
Applejack charged shoulder first at the glass wall that separated the two of them with all the force she could muster.
She rebounded off it like a sparrow slamming against a cliff face. The wall didn't so much as wobble. It wasn't glass, that much was clear. Applejack gave it a few more futile kicks, unable to properly buck with her forelegs shackled behind her back. Not so much as a scuff mark, much less a crack. Rarity watched in silence.
"Don't... look at me..." Applejack made an effort to hide her swinging member. It was hard to hide something so large. Almost long enough to touch the floor when she was standing upright.
She glanced upwards when there was a sudden rattling noise up above.
A puff of vapor was deployed from the sprinkler head affixed to the concrete roof of the cell. Then another puff. And another.
A light mist descended on Applejack. She felt it prickling as it landed on the sensitive tip of her cock. It had an unpleasant scent, clinical and synthetic.
"What is this stuff?" coughed AJ. The answer came as her member suddenly started to stiffen. It lifted it's monstrous head, slowly hardening, tightening.
"Aww come on!" she cried, exasperated. She could feel Rarity's gaze on her back as she tried to hide the throbbing erection.
Calm down now, AJ, deep breaths. Think of something to make it go away. Granny Smith in the shower. Diggin' ditches between orchards. Helpin' Apple Bloom make a birthday card for Scootaloo. Anything.
She gave a frightened glance over her shoulder. She had been meaning to look at Rarity but her eyes slowly settled on the rubber pussy affixed to the glass wall that divided them. The rubber replica of Rarity that was attached to her mouth by the rubber hose.
A shiver of excitement ran through her. She hurriedly suppressed the wellspring of desire but it didn't completely disappear. What would it feel like... if she put this new tool to use...?
She shook her head.
Another rattle overhead made AJ's heart sink.
The sprinkler head puffed again. And again. And again. Three more puffs. It continued its regular distributions of vapor which drifted through the stale air of the cell.
Applejack hunkered down over the aching beast but it didn't help. The stinging chemical filled her lungs. If only her front hooves weren't bound behind her. If only she could touch it. Stroke it. Squeeze it. Relieve the building pressure. She glanced longingly over her shoulder at the pale rubber pussy. It must have been made with a mold as it was a perfect, white colored rubber replica of the mare she had always wanted most. The same mare who was watching her intently and making angry, discouraging noises into the tube strapped to her mouth.
Puff. Puff. Puff. Another volley of aphrodisiac drifted over her. AJ writhed under the chemical barrage.
Maybe she could... lick it. She opened her mouth, straining to reach the tip of it. But the collar around her neck had a chain attached to it that was also attached to the shackles on her front hooves, behind her back. A chain that just barely restrained her from suckling on the swollen tip. She whined in desperation, thrusting her hips at the air.
Puff. Puff. Puff.
The rubber facsimile filled her mind. Its inviting entrance, its smooth, soft curves. Rarity was breathing through her nose. The pussy must be too tight for air to pass through. Too tight. Applejack whined pathetically.
Puff. Puff. Puff.
"Stop. Just stop. N-n-no more. Please," Applejack cried as her arousal continued to climb to new heights. The veins on the cock were strained, coursing with blood. Applejack's heart was straining to pump the blood needed to keep the enormous turgid member inflated.
Puff. Puff. Puff.
"Rarity," AJ gasped, tears welling up in her eyes, "Ah don't know if Ah can..."
Puff. Puff. Puff.
Applejack stumbled and stood on her back hooves, staggering over to the rubber pussy.
"Rarity," she whispered, "Don't you worry now, sugarcube. Ah won't let you down. I'm just gonna put it in for a few seconds. Jus' a few seconds. Ah'll take it out right away. Ah jus... gotta know how it feels. Jus' for a second. Ah promise."
The Element of Honesty trembled as she aligned her cock with the rubber cunt. Just for a second. Just for a second.
She pushed into it in one solid thrust, pressing her chest up against the glass as her cock squeezed its way through the tight soft folds. She exhaled a long rush of relief. A stallion's pleasure washed over her, magnified by the aphrodisiac. Her breath was steaming up the 'glass' barrier as she made eye contact with a horrified looking Rarity.
"Okay. Okay," panted Applejack, "Tha's good enuff... tha's fine... tha's all Ah needed. Ah'ma pull it out. Tha' weren' so bad was it?"
With agonizing reluctance Applejack withdrew her hips, pulling her cock out of the tight grip of the faux marehood.
Puff. Puff. Puff.
Applejack thrust back inside. Waves of pins and needles rushed through her.
"Jus' a few more seconds, sugarcube. Please. Ah'm sorry," Applejack bucked her hips into the pussy as she spoke, "Ah won't cum inside it. Ah promise. Ah promise Ah won't. Ah'll cum outside. It'll be okay. You won't have to drink it or nuthin'."
Shock waves of pleasure rippled through her body. She could feel her flanks tighten, forcing her way deeper. The inside of the rubber pussy was far from anatomically correct. It was deep enough to accommodate the entirety of her length, small ribs positioned perfectly to stroke down her shaft as she pumped into it.
Puff. Puff. Puff.
A droplet of precum was squeezed out of AJ's penis by the tight grasp of the replica. Rarity's eyes followed it in horror as it trickled down the hose. It finally came to a halt halfway down the pipe. Halfway between the two of them.
"Ah... Ah'm sorry... Ah won't... Ah'll... jus' a few drops. Jus' a few drops tha's all. You won't have to taste it or nothin'. Ah won't cum enough to fill the hose. It won't reach you. Ah'll pull out if it's too much. Ah promise. Rarity. Look at me. Ah promise Ah won't fill the hose. You won' have teh drink it."
The two stared at each other from across the two cells, Applejack gently bucking her hips even as she spoke, unable to stop even to make her promises sound more convincing. Rarity blushed as her own cock gave a sudden twitch from within the layers of leather bindings that wrapped around it.
The sprinkler deployed another cloud in three short puffs. AJ barely noticed.
Applejack licked the glass, clearing the cloudy residue of her hot breath so she could better see Rarity. She was imagining that the mare was writhing beneath her. That she was fucking the real Rarity. The friction had started to warm the rubber, making it seem even more lifelike.
"Rarity... it's coming... and it's... a lot... don't you worry... Ah'll pull it out. Ah Promise. Promise."
Applejack felt her rectum clench tightly as she slammed balls deep into fake marehood. Her cock twitched violently, emptying a single spurt of semen down the hose pipe.
The pipe was semi transparent but it darkened as the thick fluid slid down it. Rarity struggled against the bindings as the liquid inched closer.
A voice in the back of AJ's mind screamed: Pull out. Pull out.
But it was swallowed in the storm of pleasure that roared within her. She slammed in, twice as hard. The second spurt contained twice the volume of the first. The hose seemed to swell with the thick clumps of seed being forced down it. Again and again it squirted out, Applejack stared at Rarity with wide and vacant eyes.
Her balls were so full. So full. And it was all overflowing at last. The hose was approaching fullness. So close to gushing directly into Rarity's delicious mouth.
Rarity twisted her head in a ditch attempt to shake off the end of the hose that was forced between her teeth and strapped to her head.
The first mouthful swelled her cheeks, its taste overwhelming her. She squeezed her eyes shut as it started to empty into her throat.
"Don't close yer eyes!" shouted AJ, "Keep yer eyes open. Look at me. Look at me! Look me in the eyes as you swallow! You have to look at me! Rarity!"
Rarity's obeyed. Her mascara stained tears ran black rivers down her cheeks, evacuating her body as another warm river was pumped into her to take its place. Rarity's throat throbbed and pulsated as it was deformed by the sticky torrent that entered her.
They gazed into one another's eyes. Lost in the moment as wave after wave of orgasm washed over Applejack.
Rarity's belly started to swell slightly, pressing against her own rock hard cock and straining against the many straps and harnesses that held her in place. Rarity's breath puffed noisily through her nose as she continued to gulp.
"Tha's a good girl," Applejack mumbled, lost in a dreamlike daze, "Drink it all. All of it. Goo' gurl, so good..."
The cum was starting to get backed up in the pipe, Rarity not managing to gulp it down quickly enough to prevent a cum traffic jam. Semen leaked a white trail out of the rubber pussy, dripping off AJ's quivering ball-sack and running down the glass to pool between AJ's trembling legs.
"Jus' a little more. A little more. More. Swallow it all," AJ giggled, drunk on her own pleasure, "Yer startin' teh look a little tubby Rare. Yer little tummy's gettin' all bloated. Don't you worry. You can take it. Jus' a little more."
AJ slammed the last few spurts into the rubber pussy, the force of it pushing it deeper down the pipe and into her friend. Rarity's own cock twitched against its bindings, leaking a droplet of precum, almost as if her body had been so filled to the brim and her own cum was being forced out.
Applejack collapsed onto her side, her now soft cock sliding cleanly out of the grip of the rubbery vice.
Her chest heaved as she lay, watching a bloated Rarity still suckling on the hose.
"Oh Rarity... I'm so sorry..."
Puff. Puff. Puff.
"Oh, Celestia... no..."
The monster instantly re-awoken.
Chapter the Next One: PinkieDash, this one's got macro phallus, ball torture (no gore) and futa... but honestly at this point if you didn't know there was gonna be futa... there's always futa with me, okay?
'RAINBOW DASH: SUBJECT 02' read the large block capitals, emblazoned on the wall before her.
This was not Rainbow's home. Instead of her lumpy cloud walls the room she was in was one of dull, corrugated metal.
Rainbow's chin was resting on something sickeningly warm and moist. Whatever it was Rainbow was laying atop it as she would a bed. But this was not her downy bed of clouds. This was something alive. It felt like she was lying on top of... another pony. A shaved pony. Or something even larger than a pony. Was she sleeping on the back of some great hairless beast? That didn't sound quite right. None of this did.
She looked down.
She was lying astride a cock. A stallion's member so large that it was acting as a bed for her, its girth so great that her hooves didn't even touch the ground on either side of the massive shaft. Behind her buttocks she could feel the cushion of its two enormous testes, each the size of the cart that AJ used to transport her apples to market.
The comically oversized penis was an odd shade of light blue, the flare being slightly a darker shade, as were the veins running up and down it. One vein passed directly beneath her own chin and she could feel a heart beat thumping through the monstrous appendage as she placed a hoof on it to push herself away from the thing.
Rainbow flapped her wings in a desperate effort to take off, fly up into the air. To get off this revolting affront to nature. But she found herself unable to do so. A tugging sensation and a stab of pain shot through her groin area and she collapsed back onto the soft and spongy surface of the giant cock.
She could feel her heart pounding as if it were about to tear out of her chest and her horror only grew when she realized that the pulse she felt beneath her hooves, coursing through the ridiculously swollen member, was in time with her own.
She stared down at her crotch in panic and in that moment her worst fear, a fear she never even knew she had, was realized. She was one with the giant cock. There weren't even any signs of stitches or scars. Her crotch area was simply merged with the base of the disgusting abomination as naturally as her wings or legs attached to her torso. It was a part of her body. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say that her body was a part of it, as the grotesquery was larger than she was.
She reached behind herself, chills running through her body as she brushed past the wrinkled blue skin of her new balls, to confirm that: yes, she did indeed still have her own marehood and her flank, tail, tail-hole and back legs and they were still intact and unharmed.
How was she even alive? How was her heart even pumping enough blood to feed this mammoth leech of an organ? Was this all a nightmare? It all felt so real.
She stared frantically over her shoulder. The ball sack... her ball sack... was lightly forested with hair. Not fur like on her body but thicker, more sparse strands of pubic hair. These hairs were a rainbow array of colours just like her mane. The multicoloured pubes were almost laughable but somehow Rainbow didn't feel like laughing.
Rainbow touched the spot where her crotch joined to the gargantuan horse cock. No way to detach it short of tearing through the flesh. Would that be her only option? To pull until it ripped off?
She couldn't walk with this thing acting as a part of her body, couldn't even touch the ground with the swollen giant beneath her, much less fly. She punched a hoof at the meaty member and immediately regretted it.
"Aaagh!" Rainbow cried as pain sparked through her, "I can... feel through this thing? It really is... a part of me..." The smooth skin of the shaft twitched as if in friendly reply.
There was a banging and rattling and a metal panel on the wall to the right of her slid open, revealing a smooth chute running upwards into darkness.
An escape route? Only if I can tear off this stupid thing... thought Rainbow.
"Woooooooooow~ Woooooooh~ Woooaaaaaah~ Woooooohoooooo~" a familiar voice echoed through the room followed by a squeaking and banging noise as a grinning pink mare slid out of the chute and tumbled onto the floor in a pile of grins and giggles.
"Howdy doody, Dashie-Dashie!" smiled Pinkie as she stood up and stretched, "That was so much fun! This place is like an amusement park, sometimes! Kinda wish it was a little more colourful though... maybe some balloons?" Pinkie pondered the décor, or absence thereof, of the cell that held Rainbow Dash.
Rainbow was stunned into silence. Her friend was sporting a phallus as well. Pinkie's was still quite large by normal stallion standards but nothing compared to the aching monstrosity that lay underneath Rainbow like a big meaty couch.
Rainbow's eyes stayed glued on Pinkie's cock as it swung back forth during the pink mare's lengthy nattering about the merits of balloons as decorations. It was about half the length of Pinkie's foreleg and at least as thick. Aggressively pink and, unlike Dash's, completely hairless.
"Wow, Dashie! They really gave you a big one! Like... reeeeeaaaally big! I don't even think full grown dragon's have dongles that are quite that huge!" Pinkie gave the macro-member a playful prod.
The shock of contact on her new sensitive organ jolted Rainbow back to reality.
"They? Who's they? Where are we? What's going on? How'd you get down here? What have they done to me? Why? Where are the others? What-?" Rainbow fired a barrage of questions at Pinkie who simply stared blinking back at her, a half smile playing across her face.
"What was that, Dashie? I can't here you from all the way on top of that sausage mountain between your legs! Gimme a sec and I'll climb up!" laughed Pinkie, jokingly. She trotted cheerfully around Rainbow, hunting for a spot that would give purchase.
Finally she settled on the back way. She leapt forward and began scrambling up the two enormous mounds of flesh that were Dash's balls. Her hooves scrabbled to find purchase on the loose skin of the testicles but she slowly bit and clawed her way up them.
Rainbow gasped, "Pinkie stop. Aaaah, stop, stop, stop! Get off!"
Dash chewed her lip as Pinkie reached the summit, the entirety of the mare's weight pressing down on one of her mega-nuts, squeezing it against the cold steel floor beneath her.
Pinkie chortled as she tumbled, head over hooves, down the slope of the scrotum to land at the base of the shaft, right behind where Rainbow was attached to the goliath dick.
Pinkie landed astride Dash, who was astride the big blue dick. Dash squeaked as she felt Pinkie's own 'dongle' flop onto her back, resting between her shoulder blades.
"Pinkie! What's going on?" Dash weakly managed from underneath the pink mare, still panting from the stress of having a pony clamber over her balls.
"Oh, we're dreaming! That's the only explanation I can think of that makes sense!" laughed Pinkie as she admired the view from atop Rainbow's back, "Geez, this thing looks even bigger from on top of it."
"But... it feels so... real..." Pinkie Pie's weight on her back was pressing her against the hot skin of the shaft and the intimacy was making Rainbow's skin crawl.
"Oh, don't be embarrassed Dashie! I have naughty dreams all the time! It's perfectly natural. Careful you don't squirm too much. If you roll this thing over onto its side you might end up underneath it and that wouldn't be much fun at all, no sirree~" Rainbow shuddered, she could feel Pinkie's rod bumping against the back of her head. It was getting harder.
"Squashed flat as a pancake by a big dick rolling pin, Just what a mess me and Dashie could get ourselves in, But naughty dreams are fun if they're with me and Dash, So just you relax and I'll get you off in a flash~"
Pinkie bounced up and down on Rainbow's back as she sang, her now fully erect and bright pink cock slapping wetly against Dash's back. Rainbow whimpered as she was squashed down face first into the phallic giant beneath her.
"Knock it off, Pinkie! If you know how to get me off then hurry up and do it!" snarled Rainbow Dash as her pink rider concluded the impromptu ditty.
"Sure I know how to get you off! I told you! I have naughty dreams all the time!" Pinkie shivered with pleasure as the tip of her cock scraped against her friend's technicolor mane.
"So hurry up and get me off this thing!" cried a much exasperated Dash.
"Oh," Pinkie snorted with laughter, "Oh, no, no Dashie! I think you and I were talking about different meanings off 'get you off'. Still, this is gonna be super fun so just try and relax, kay?" the excitable pink earth pony leaned back, lounging onto the swollen pillow of Dash's balls as if they were a deck chair on the beach.
"Wait... if this is a dream... then is it my dream or yours? I... I don't think this is a dream... I don't ever have dreams that feel like this... this is way too real... and I felt pain earlier... Pinkie? You don't feel pain in dreams do y-" Rainbow was cut off as Pinkie began massaging her rump, using her baker's hooves to expertly roll and squeeze Dash's muscular flanks as if she were kneading dough.
"You're so cute, Dashie. I have dreams about you more than any of the others. You always hang out with AJ more than you do with me, though. It's no fair!" she spread Rainbow's ass cheeks wide open, plonking her own member between them and then squeezing them shut. Her cock now sandwiched tightly, like a soy hotdog between Dash's buns, she started rocking idly back and forth, her cock twitching every time the tip of it touched the base of Dash's rainbow tail, "Your cock is way too big for my little hooves. But I'll make it squirt Dashie. I'll make it squirt, somehow."
Rainbow felt a tightness forming in the enormous member beneath her. The perverse nature of the situation was starting to get to her. Could this all be a dream? Even if it was... how could she let herself be excited by this? This was madness. And yet, despite her mind's reluctance, she felt the smooth surface of the cock beneath her shift as the enormous member began to become erect.
Pinkie leaned forward, sending trembles through Rainbow's body as she whispered in the sky-blue pegasus' ear, "They milked me already. So many times. It felt so good. Better than a hundred birthday parties combined. I filled up so many of their cylinders. And I imagined it was you I was filling up each time. But rubber toys and suckey thingamajigs can't compare to the real deal. And I still have so much left inside me. I saved the rest for you Dashie."
Rainbow drew a sharp breath as a wet pink tongue began exploring her ear. The enormous cock was inflating like a jumping castle beneath her. She had thought it was big before but now... The skin around it felt unbearably stretched as the brute grew rigid. Waves of heat wafted off its surface, Dash felt as if she were standing in front of a furnace.
"Pinkie... ah... no! This is... insane... even if it is a dream... this is crazy... stop!" Rainbow's marehood had started to moisten already.
Rainbow felt as if she were indeed floating on a bed of clouds. So lightheaded. So dizzy as the ridiculously large cock sucked blood from her body to distend itself to even greater proportions. Her lips went numb as a buzzing, tingling sensation ran through the ocean of flesh that made up her shaft.
"You okay, Dashie? You've gone so pale~ And is it just me or is this thing underneath us getting even bigger?"
Pinkie withdrew her hips and touched the shockingly pink tip of her horse cock to Rainbow's dripping marehood, "Dashie's getting turned on by all of this... I know this must be a dream now! The real Dashie wouldn't get this wet from just a little teasing," she sighed, "You know, I was kinda hoping it was actually real. Oh, well... let's start the party then."
"No! Pinkie, no! I don't care if this is a dream! I don't want this! Stop!" Rainbow finally managed to muster up some more authoritative tones in her voice. She twisted her head and glared at Pinkie, who sat, squeezed between Dash's own rump and the two enormous meat boulders that were her new balls.
"But Dashie..." whined Pinkie, sadly holding her rock hard member in her hooves and making the best puppy dog eyes she could.
"No!"
"But it's winking at me..."
"No!"
"It's like a little bird trying to get food from its momma~ It's hungry, Dashie! It's gulp gulping at the air like a fish outta water."
Rainbow would have blushed if most of the blood in her head hadn't rushed away to feed the bloated erection that pulsated beneath the two of them.
"No means no!"
"You're no fun," pouted Pinkie. She turned and clambered back on top of Dash's gargantuan balls and seated herself at their summit, huffily crossing her arms and glowering down at Rainbow.
Rainbow writhed and squirmed, not entirely out of discomfort, as she felt Pinkie's weight press down on her again. The pressure was doing things to her that she couldn't believe. By the time Pinkie had settled atop Mnt. Testicle Dash's pussy had already leaked a miniature river that was running down the slopes of her megacock.
"What're you... what're you doing...? Get off..." her anger had already drained out and now she sounded as breathless as if she had just done her entire morning exercise routine in ten seconds flat.
"Dashie, if we don't drain these bad boys then they might just pop like balloons with too much air in them. I thought I could make you squirt if I gave you the ol' Pinkie Winkie treatment," she giggled at this and nudged her still rigid cock, "But I guess if you say no then I can empty them another way."
Pinkie tensed her legs and then sprang into the air.
"No, Pinkie wait-"
It was too late. Gravity had already sealed the deal. Pinkie hurtled back down, landing a full force a full force elbow drop on Rainbow's enormous ball sack. She bounced off it being sent right back in the air.
Rainbow made a strangled noise in her throat. The tip of her cock spluttered and squirted out a cup-full of precum onto the cell floor, like a tube of icing being sat on by a cow, her cum had almost the same consistency as icing. Pinkie landed once more, struggling to keep herself stable on the now wobbling surface.
"Hay! It actually worked! Don't worry Dashie! A couple more bounces and these things will be as dry as raisins!" grinned the pink mare as she bent her legs and prepared to jump again. Rainbow's vision blurred as she felt her friend springboard off her balls. She gritted her teeth in a desperate effort to avoid biting her tongue.
Pinkie plummeted down, knees first this time. The force of it compressed Dash like a grape being slammed in a door. She was so sure one of them was going to burst but somehow, impossibly, they held their shape. Another milky slurry erupted from the tip of her cock, vomiting down onto the already spreading puddle of spunk.
"This time I'm gonna jump extra high!" laughed Pinkie, tugging idly on one of Dash's rainbow pubes as she was rocked by the shock waves still rippling through the wrinkled flesh.
"Pinkie," whispered Dash, hoarsely, "Please..."
"My name's not Pinkie Please, silly. It's Pinkie Pie," she teased, nibbling playfull at a loose roll of skin.
"Please..."
"Please what?"
"The... other way..."
Pinkie played innocent, "Which other way was that Dashie?"
Dash's lips trembled, an unbearable mix of pain and pleasure rushing through her as she submitted, "F-f-fuck me..." she stuttered.
"Gee whizz, Dashie. I dunno. Bouncing on your big balls is so much fun," Pinkie idly stroked her shaft as she spoke, gripping it between her hooves.
"P-p-please fuck me... please... p-p-pound my p-p-pussy..." relief washed over as Pinkie slid off her over-sized balls and squelched in comfortably behind her rump, sitting squarely in the tiny pond of her marecum that had trickled out of her during the rough treatment.
"Anything for a good friend, Dashie. I'll fill you up so full that it'll force out all your nasty juices."
Pinkie wasted no time in positioning herself. She had not been exaggerating while waxing lyrical about Dash's beautiful cunt. The lips of the thing gaped as the mouth desperately suckled at her tip.
"Party time~"
Pinkie thrust forward all the weight she'd been using to torture Dash's testicles. Driving deep into the blue mare's aching pussy. She didn't stop until the tip of her cock bumped the tight opening to Rainbow's young and untouched womb.
Rainbow Dash was an athletic and active mare and it showed in the quality of her marehood. The passage gripped down with vicelike pressure, translating every quiver that Dash experienced directly into the throbbing cock that was splitting her open. It was gushing clear juices as if Pinkie had just plunged into an exotic blue fruit.
"Oh, Dashie! It's so good. So much better than the toys. I'd never imagined it'd be this tight. I don't even think I can thrust without cumming right away," moaned Pinkie, her hooves trembling as they gripped Rainbow's flank.
Simply feeling Pinkie inside her was keeping Rainbow on the razor's edge of orgasm. Her tail flicked and twitched wildly as she felt every inch of the penetration. Sparks of what felt like electricity ran through her as she was stretched to accommodate it: her pussy taking on the shape of Pinkie's shaft.
She could distantly hear her own shaft splattering watery precum onto the floor as her whole world was melted into nothing but pleasure.
Pinkie pulled back her hips, scraping her cock along the sticky, moist walls of Rainbow's marehood. She bucked forward again.
Pinkie hadn't been kidding about not being able to endure even a single thrust. But what a thrust it had been. She punched clean into Rainbow's womb, an arrow into the core of her being. Pinkie's seed was pumped deep into Rainbow. It inflated her womb like a balloon, the steamy substance swishing and swirling through her tubes. The entrance to her womb had been corked shut by Pinkie's cock and the baby batter had nowhere to escape to as it was mercilessly pushed inside.
Rainbow's own cock launched a single squirt, like a fire hose turned on for only a second and then immediately shut off, it showered the wall, staining the dull steel white.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Ol' premature Pinkie strikes again. Don't worry, Dashie. I can cum a whole lot more. And so can you, I'm sure."
There was a loud hissing noise and the wall that Rainbow had just defiled split and slid open like elevator doors.
RAINBOW DASH: SUBJECT 02 was parted at the colon as the doors opened on an enormous shaft. The far wall of this new shaft featured similar letters:
SEMEN CONTAINMENT UNIT 03 and then an arrow pointing down into the dark maw of the open shaft.
"Guess they want you to squirt it all down there, Dashie. We shouldn't keep them waiting," whispered Pinkie, the last few drops emptying into her own private semen containment unit, Dash's womb.
Dash was barely conscious. She was drooling onto her own dick and twitching, her eyes swimming in her head, occasionally rolling back. The orgasm was simply unending and the young pegasus had been taken beyond anything she had felt before. To heights higher than she had ever flown.
"They're milking us, Dashie. They sucked out a lot of mine and stored it. Now the same will happen to you. I wonder what they'll use it for."
Pinkie did not muse on this for long. She drew back and then thrust into Dash again, launching Rainbow's consciousness into orbit. A spray of cum jetted out of Dash's overflowing cunt with each shove, speckling Pinkie's chest and legs with a galaxy of milky dots. Rainbow Dash's body quaked with the force of Pinkie's violating attack. There was something building. Something building deep within those vast orbs of meat behind the two of them.
"Pinkie... I'm s-s-scared..." mumbled Dash, her voice making spit-bubbles in the drool she was being slammed into.
"Don't be," Pinkie arched her back and thrust even harder, "It's all just a dream."
"All jus' a dream," echoed the sky-blue cum receptacle that could no longer do so much as remember its own name.
"That's right. Everything's... aahhh, mmmmhh~ A-okay! Soon you'll wake up and everything will be like normal. So just... aaaaah~ enjoy it! Have fun!" the cock beneath them was rumbling like thunder, like an earthquake, like a hurricane of semen was building up deep within it.
"Fu-fu-fuuuuh..." sighed Dash, no longer even able to imitate the words that were passing in one of her ears and out the other unheard.
A ripple past beneath them. It felt like sailing on the sea and having a sudden wave rock the boat from below. It coursed through the shaft and came bursting out the tip. Unceasing. Unrelenting.
A torrent of cum surged out of Rainbow Dash. A white flood ejected with unstoppable force. It slammed into the far wall of the chute and waterfalled into the abyss below.
Pinkie stared in awe even as her own cock juddered and ejaculated its comparatively pitiful load into Rainbow's already overflowing pussy.
The heat of the jets of spunk that were fired off wafted over the two of them, carrying with it moist droplets of seed, like a warm sea breeze. The scent was overwhelming, heady and carnal. Pinkie's cock squirted in time with Rainbow's, filling her up as she emptied her load.
Litre upon litre. Gallon upon gallon.
"Rainbow? You still alive?" Pinkie was answered by the feeling of the mare's heart still beating inside her cunt.
The wall of balls behind the two of them rose and fell gently, like the chest of a sleeping filly, as it sent forth its burden.
Slowly the stream steadily subsided until it was little more than a trickle. The doors slid shut.
"I wonder what they're gonna do with all that stuff... Dashie? You still passed out? Say nothing if I can keep fucking you while you're unconscious."
Pinkie was answered with silence.
She smiled.
"Perfect."
The chapter with no futa. Fluttershy, gokkun, bukkake, asphyxiation, inflation and also the RULES FOR REQUESTS
Fluttershy's stomach awoke before she did. The inescapable gnawing of hunger tugged her out of her dreamless sleep and plunged her back into a cold reality. She rolled over and rose shakily to her hooves.
The chamber around her was claustrophobically small. It was a cylindrical cell, twice her own height and twice as wide as the length of her own body from head to tail. The walls were white porcelain tiles mounted in industrial concrete. It felt clinical and sterilized. The floor was smooth and cold. It seemed to be glass but there was nothing but darkness beneath her, so dark that she wasn't certain whether the glass beneath her hooves was see through at all or whether it was simply a deep opaque black. The only feature of note on the floor was the small slightly rusted drainage grate in the center of the circular room.
"H-h-hello?" the only answer to her tentative call was the buzzing of the phosphorescent bulb that glared down at her from the ceiling. No sign of any doors or windows.
There were a number of unusual features to the tiny cell. Five steel pipes opened their dark mouths onto the scene. Below each pipe was a hoof sized red button and on each button was engraved the name of one of her dearest friends.
Twilight Sparkle, Rarity, Applejack, Pinkie Pie.
Fluttershy turned and glanced at the pipe behind her. 'Rainbow Dash'. Rainbow's pipe was much larger than the others. The other four pipes were only about the diameter of a grape but Rainbow's was closer to the diameter of a grapefruit. It looked like the exit pipe for a gutter.
"What are these things? Where am I?" she asked nopony in particular. This time an answer did come. Her stomach growled loudly in a most unladylike manner, "Oh my, I'm so hungry. I wonder how long I was asleep for. Angel will be so mad if I miss his dinnertime."
The mention of dinner sent a fresh cramp through her tummy. The inside of her mouth felt like she'd been chewing on sand. Dry as a desert with a foul taste in hiding under he tongue. She paced a nervous circle around the strange room.
"Is there anypony there? H-h-hello?" anxiety mixed with thirst and hunger producing a rising tide of panic in the already nervous pony. She gulped but there was not even a drop of saliva left to swallow, "Anypony?"
She stared at the black glass beneath her. An obsidian abyss met her gaze. The tiny drainage grate and the five pipes were each far too small to act as any kind of escape route, even for a pony as slender as Fluttershy. She bit her lip.
"M-m-maybe the buttons will c-c-call somepony to help," she mumbled. But which one should she call?
She reached out and gingerly tapped the button marked 'Applejack'. Fluttershy needed a reliable friend and AJ had always been a pillar of strength and comfort for her in the past. She took a few steps back and waited with bated breath.
The pipe above the button she just pressed spluttered and then suddenly leaked a milky ooze onto the floor. Fluttershy squeaked and leaped away as the liquid pooled into a marble puddle on the black glass floor.
Fluttershy's lip wobbled. She felt like crying. What was this stuff? It looked... gross. But her fear began to subside slightly as the scent of the substance reached her.
It smelled like Applejack. Not like her cooking but... like her. The sweetness of the apples, sweat with earthy undertones, It smelled like the inside of a greenhouse, verdant and intoxicatingly organic. The scent felt like it wafted into her nostrils and drifted directly into her brain. It buzzed around inside her.
"Wh-wh-what is this stuff?" she gasped, her eyes glued to the small puddle, "Apple sauce?"
The pipe had not ejected much of the substance, only about a single cup full. But even in small quantities the potent substance was releasing enough scent to leave Fluttershy feeling dizzy. She'd tasted AJ's applesauce many times and this... wasn't it. But still the smell was driving her wild with hunger. She would have been drooling if her mouth had even a droplet of spit to spare. So dry. She licked her chapped lips but it did little to combat the dryness. So thirsty. So hungry.
She took a few flighty steps towards the puddle, then a few more, the scent grew stronger with each inch she approached. She could almost taste it on her tongue. But the puddle felt... different from normal food. It felt like the essence of Applejack's being was somehow contained in that pale goo and in the back of her mind something about all this felt very wrong.
"Is this even food?" she asked. Opening her mouth had been a mistake. The scent was inside her now. In her lungs, playing along her taste buds. Images of Applejack flashed through her mind, the mare's muscular flank rippling as she bucked a tree, the emerald green of her eyes, a droplet of sweat trailing down her cheek.
Fluttershy shakily drew another breath and held it this time. A deep blush came to her cheeks. 'Why does this all feel so naughty?' wondered the innocent young mare.
She leaned closer to the fluid. Her lips inches from it.
Like a deer daintily lapping at a stream she touched her tongue to the puddle. It was still warm. Hot even. It had a painful sweetness to it that masked its underlying musk. She shivered as the first few dollops of it were spooned into her mouth by her own tongue. The slime swished around in her cheeks, clinging to every surface of her mouth. She gulped it down and as it crept down her throat she felt a warmth begin to form between her legs. A tingling that tickled at her marehood, leaving a moistness in its wake.
The foul taste that had inhabited her mouth had been washed away and now only AJ's taste remained. The taste consumed all her thoughts. Washing away her anxieties like a white wave.
She panted, her face feverishly hot. There was a clench deep within her as she looked down and realized how much of the substance remained. She had only consumed one lick of the stuff. One tiny taste. And yet the lips of her pussy had already moistened to the point that they were seeping tiny rivulets down her back legs.
She slowly sunk to the ground. Better that than to fall over from the stupefying effect that the liquid was having on her.
She couldn't help herself. She needed more. She touched her lips to the puddle and sucked. A river of thick ivory sludge flowed into her mouth, down her throat and into her belly. Ripples of pleasure rocketed through her, filling her everything as the warmth of the mysterious substance settled inside her.
She felt a deep disappointment when she realized that she had vacuumed up the entirety of the puddle leaving only a sticky smear on the black glass. And yet its taste still coated the inside of her mouth, fueling her appetite. She needed more. More.
"Ah... aaah... s-s-still hungry," she rose up and reached for the button. But a sudden moment of curiosity overtook her at the last second. She turned and stared at the walls behind her with her excitement building. Five pipes. Five friends. Five... tastes...?
Who next? She stumbled hurriedly from button to button. Rarity? Rainbow? Twilight?
She came to a halt in front of Pinkie's one.
"M-m-maybe this is some kind of surprise for me that my friends set up. Um... so each button will... produce some food my friends have cooked for me... Pinkie is one of the best cooks I know... And Applejack's... sauce... at least I think that was sauce... was so good so... um... I am still hungry..." she knew deep down that it didn't make any sense. Why would her friends plan such a thing? How did they set it up? But she reached a quavering hoof up to push Pinkie's button anyway.
She heard the same sound as before. This time she did not push the button and leap away. This time she pushed the button and, still standing directly under the pipe, closed her eyes and held her breath. .
Fluttershy cringed as she felt the warm fluid gush out of the pipe and splash onto her back, running between her wings and down her sides. After a few seconds of mewling and shivering as she was bathed in it the flow slowed and stopped, dripping its last few drops onto Flutters. Fluttershy opened her eyes. There was more than last time, maybe because she pushed the button harder.
It was so much thicker than Applejack's, sticking to her fur and sliding down her legs into a miniature snowy lake around her hooves.
She dared to take a breath. And immediately all the strength left her knees. She dropped down, belly-flopping into the liquid. The scent was much more intense. The pungency of AJ's sample had been masked by the sweet organic taste of apples but Pinkie's diet of junk food had lead to a much greasier consistency, and a much, much more carnal scent that overpowered Fluttershy as she lay on her tummy, twitching in the secretion.
This was not cooked food. This was not icing or sauce. This was something that had come out of a pony. Fluttershy knew what semen was, of course. She had been exposed to nature for long enough to know the birds and the bees in every sense of the phrase. This was semen. Applejack's sample had been as well. This was her friend's semen. Even though they were mares somehow... somehow she knew this could only have come out of them. On some deep instinctual level she had already known from the second she tasted that first drop. The warmth deep within her loins attested to that.
The inside of her mind was screaming, and not entirely in revulsion. She tried to rise but her hooves slipped in the juices and she face-planted, snout first into the jizm. She raised her head, ropes of the stuff joining her to the glass floor. Her tongue was already beginning to dab at her lips.
"N-n-no," she whispered, but her heart wasn't behind her weak objections as it was too busy trying to tear clean out of the prison of her chest. She was drenched with the stuff. Her wings slick with cum, glued to her sides. Her hair was soaking in the pool under her.
It did remind her of Pinkie though. Even though she was unsure how this semen possibly have come out of her female friend it did feel just like Pinkie. Filled with energy, filled with life, bursting with potency. This scent was Pinkie Pie's.
Fluttershy was licking hungrily at her own hooves before she even knew what was happening. She scraped her teeth along the surface of her hoof, shoveling another mouthful into her ravenous throat, and then immediately dabbing her hoof into the puddle to scoop up more.
She was unbearably aroused, the copious amounts of seed igniting a fire inside her womb... a fire only it could quench. Her left hoof slid beneath her, grinding at her already itching clitoris. Images of the excitable pink mare ran through Fluttershy's head as she rubbed. Her cute grin, her bouncing gait, the puffy lips of her dark pink marehood.
Fluttershy's wings spread wide open as a sudden jolt of pleasure struck her like a lightning bolt, the spunk drenching them sliding off in thin white party ribbons that dangled from her, forming marble columns under her wings as they ran down into the pool she was wallowing in.
"Th-th-that was delicious Pinkie," her stuttering was no longer a product of fear but of intense arousal, "Thank you f-f-for making that... icing for me," she lied to herself. She wriggled her way through the puddle and dragged herself over to Twilight's pipe.
Walking on three slippery hooves proved difficult, especially since she couldn't stop frantically rubbing her aching pussy the entire time, but she somehow made her way to Twilight's pipe.
Fluttershy had never felt this way before. Masturbation for her had always been a shameful thing, something to be done late at night after the animals slept, something gentle and tender that she did while biting down on the bedsheets to keep quiet. A thing of filthy fantasies unfulfilled.
But now she felt like she was somehow unleashed. Years of pent up lust, of nervous sideways glances at her beautiful friends and their tight young bodies, were flooding forth. She wrapped her lips around Twilight's tube, tasting the metal of the pipe, and squeezed her eyes shut. With one hoof buried between her legs tending to her insatiable need she began banging on the button with the other.
She had fantasized about Twilight often since first meeting her those two years ago. The purple unicorn's supple legs, well groomed body and that horn... that horn had featured in many of the repressed yellow mare's fantasies about her friends. Imagining that she was gripping it between her teeth now brought Fluttershy to the razor's edge of orgasm.
And then Twilight's musky load slammed into her tonsils. She clung on desperately to the pipe with her teeth as it was pumped into her. She could feel her belly swelling as her own juices dribbled down her buckled back legs. Twilight's cum had a much thicker and richer taste than Pinkie Pie's slimy volley. The force of the cum jet stream striking the back of her throat should have been enough to trigger her gag reflex but instead she simply went slack, hanging from the pipe like a dead fish as orgasm rushed up on her. She didn't need to rub. Simply the idea of being filled with the librarian's seed was enough to make her squirt . But she rubbed anyway, her own juices tinkling onto the glass floor beneath her as she came.
Finally she lost all her strength, sinking into a gasping pile as the top of her head was decorated with an ivory crown as the last few ropes of Twilight's sperm spewed onto her mane. She gripped her now distended belly struggling to catch her breath.
"Oh, dear... I'm... I'm not... going to h-h-have any room for any other ponies... c-c-cooking," but you could still bath in it, said the voice in the back of her head. She was now unbearably full, her belly forming a cushion beneath her, "This m-m-must be what it f-f-feels like to b-b-be pregnant."
The word 'pregnant' made her womb throb like a second heart. She was still hungry... but not from her upper mouth any more. She giggled as her exhalations blew tiny cum bubbles from her lips like bubblegum.
Who next?
Her eyes flitted between Rarity and Dash. Rainbow's pipe was so thick, she felt her curiosity growing to match her inflated belly. The cum in her belly swished back and forth as if her body was a water balloon as she crawled over to Rainbow Dash's pipe, leaving a glossy smear on the glass beneath her. She felt like a fat slug, slimy and bloated.
"Rainbow... um... I h-h-hope you have s-s-something delicious for me," she reached forward and pushed the button.
The pipe groaned loudly as Fluttershy lay on her back, spreading her legs and aiming her quivering marehood at the mouth of the pipe.
"C-c-come on, Rainbow... give me more."
She understood immediately why Rainbow's pipe was wider than the other's. It ejected like water from a fire-hose. It slammed into Fluttershy's pussy, the shear force of it powering the thick yoghurt-like substance up her canal and into her baby sack. Her back arched as both pain and pleasure violently overtook her slender body. The obsidian glass floor was rapidly painted white as an unceasing torrent began to fill the room. Fluttershy felt the cum lapping around her shoulders. The tiny drainage grate was unable to keep up with the volume being ejected.
And suddenly every other pipe began vomiting out their contents. Unloading into the milky ocean that Fluttershy found herself swimming in. She knew she should flap her wings to rise from the muck but the weight of her belly and her desires held her down.
The room had filled up to her chin now. She was doggy paddling to keep her head above the spunk. It was filling her everything. She could feel it swishing inside her tummy, her womb, teasing the rim of her plothole. The feeling of it lapping inside her drove her to new heights. She was floating, rocked by the currents of the warm semen sea, completely light-headed. Her nose bumped into the florescent bulb. Had the room been filled already? All the way up to the low ceiling. And it wasn't stopping.
"I'm g-g-going to drown..." she struggled as the last few inches of air left were swallowed, "P-p-please... drown me... drown me... drown m-" she was cut off as the cum reached the ceiling, the room completely filled. She hadn't even bothered drawing a final breath.
She plunged back down, down into the darkness. Her eyes and lungs stung as they came into contact with the ejaculate that she sank through. But she didn't care. The oxygen starved climax that took her over wiped away any last shred of reason or self preservation and she twisted and kicked violently, adding her own liquids to those that surrounded her. As her consciousness was washed away her final thought was this:
Deep down... this must have been what I always wanted.
CelestiTwi or w/e that ship is called, impregnation, inflation, domination, mind break etc
Celestia's keen eyes scanned the bare room before her. Dark grey metal and concrete the same shade as a brooding ocean of storm-clouds. But whatever storm was brewing in this industrial wasteland of a room Celestia had no intention of getting caught up in it.
She had been bound in a manner most unbefitting of a princess: all four of her legs spread-eagled by the chains that were shackled to them. Her body was suspended by the fetters, dangling a few feet above the featureless floor. A further manacle had been attached to her horn, preventing her from turning her head to take in her surroundings. A peg on a rope dangled from the ceiling, attached to her tail, keeping the appendage lifted out of the way so that her marehood could be seen by whosoever might wish to view it.
She felt unbearably exposed with the chains pulling her legs wide open, like an insect pinned in some sick collectors display. The enormous spray-painted letters on the wall in front of her only exacerbated this feeling:
CELESTIA: SUBJECT 14
Somepony was going to get turned to stone or sent to the moon for this, of that Celestia was certain. It had been quite some time since anypony had been arrogant or foolish enough to think that mere chains could hold the Princess of the Sun.
Teleportation was the orthodox magic for escaping physical bondage but Celestia decided on using a heat spell to melt through the chains: a firm reminder of her power to drive the fear of God into her captors, whoever they were. She summoned up her magical might.
To no avail.
"Curses," she hissed to nopony in particular.
There were few things in the world that could neutralize her magical power for even a short period of time. She was immune to most of the poisons that were capable of such a feat and her aura resisted the magic neutralizing effects of a wide range of artefacts.
Nullstone. That must be it. This strange facility must be located on top of a nullstone ore vein. Celestia grinned.
Nullstone was a rare gem stone that emanated a particular wavelength that interfered with unicorn's and alicorn's ability to perform magic while in its presence. Nullstone was only found in the Frozen Northern part of Equestria and was notoriously heavy and difficult to mine meaning that the prison she was now held in would have to have been built on top of a vein of the stuff.
Excellent, she thought to herself, so this facility must be located in the North, not far from the Crystal Empire, I'd imagine.
Knowing where she was would only be step one of her escape plan. The other steps would be more... difficult without her magic.
"Princess Celestia?"
Maybe not as difficult as she had thought.
"Twilight!" she called to the familiar voice that had sounded behind her, "Is that you?"
"It is me!" replied Twilight, cheerfully.
Celestia breathed a sigh of relief. Her faithful student here to rescue her. Remarkable how quickly the young unicorn had managed to locate this strange facility but still, Twilight never failed to impress. She wished she could turn her head to look at the mare, who sounded like she was approaching from somewhere behind her, and she wished even harder that she could lower her tail to cover her most private area.
"Thank goodness you are here. Quickly, free me from these chains and then help me get to the bottom of whoever is responsible for this affront," as much as Celestia disliked giving Twilight orders, per se, the flush of embarrassment she was feeling at being exposed in front of her young student was disturbing her usual motherly demeanour.
"Sure... in a bit," said Twilight, sounding bizarrely noncommittal about the idea, "You know, Princess, I think I'm really making progress with my studies."
Seldom was Celestia left speechless but her student's sudden urge to talk about her studies while the Princess herself was dangling belly downwards from an array of leather ropes and steel chains was truly disturbing.
Celestia gasped as she felt the tickle of Twilight's breath on her nether region. It was almost as if the mare was talking to her lower mouth rather than to her, idly inspecting it as she spoke.
"The purpose of my early studies was merely the search for knowledge but as we moved into more complex lessons I came to realize that true wisdom was not merely having knowledge but knowing how and where to apply it in as ethical a manner as possible. Now I think I've finally moved on to the ultimate stage of my education," something sounded off about Twilight, her voice was strained and her breathing heavy.
Celestia tried and failed to look over her shoulder, the bindings still painfully restricting her head movement.
"Perhaps now is not the time to discuss such things, Twilight," Celestia tried but Miss Sparkle ignored her.
"The final stage of any scholar's journey should be to tackle the so called big questions. What is the meaning of life? Why are we here? What purpose does this all serve?" Twilight continued inspecting Celestia, pacing back and forth, observing her marehood from every angle.
"Twilight, I must insist that you help me get out of here this instant," demanded the Princess, rattling the chains that bound her as if to help remind the young mare of their current situation.
Twilight swept up next to Celestia, her mouth a hair's breadth from the Princess' cheek while still standing just outside of Celestia's peripheral vision.
"But I think I have an answer now. Would you like to hear it?" whispered Twilight.
Celestia gulped. Twilight Sparkle occasionally went a little crazy, as all ponies do every now and again, but she'd never heard the unicorn sound like this before.
"Reproduction," hissed the purple unicorn into her mentor's ear, "Intercourse. Mating. Breeding. Rutting. Sex. Copulation... fucking."
Celestia bit her lip and wriggled against the chains as she felt her student's tongue dip into her ear momentarily after each and every word. The blush that had been playing on the Princess' cheeks deepened to a darker, richer hue.
"Twilight! Have some shame, for goodness sake! What has gotten into you?" fear, an unfamiliar concept for an immortal sun princess, was beginning to rise in Celestia's chest.
"The purpose of life is to create life! To pass on one's own genetic material. To survive one's own demise through the creation of offspring. As many as possible. The purpose of life is to attain pleasure and sex is pleasure itself. Don't you understand? It's not hedonism if it serves a purpose and the purpose is to commence the cycle anew," Twilight finally walked around to face the Princess head on.
What made Celestia draw a sharp breath was not Twilight's ruffled mane or the rather wild look in her eyes but the enormous cock dangling from her loins. Greasy, slick, veined and purple, the thing was rock hard and rearing to go, straining against its own skin. Two swollen grapefruit sized testicles hung between her beloved student's leg, forcing the unicorn to walk bow legged.
"Twilight... what have they done to you?" said Celestia, her voice trembling with horror.
"They merely gave us the tools. We did it to ourselves. We chose. Just like you will choose. I watched the others. They made me watch as each of them fell. This is what we were made for after all. Some will take the role of males, others of females and others of both. But ultimately all must submit to their true purpose. We exist to breed, Celestia. It's what we do best. You'll understand soon," Twilight licked her lips to prevent a strand of drool from running down her chin. The mare's lust was beyond the point where it could be controlled.
"You're wrong, Twilight. And if you'll just let me out of these chains then I will show you the way back to normality. I promise you. I can fix this if you'll let me. You know you can trust me," Celestia's voice was shaking but she managed a weak smile to comfort the broken pony. It accomplished little.
"You think I'm not normal right now and I think I should be the new norm for all ponies. Clearly we've reached an impasse. But science isn't about trust. If we want to discover which of us is truly correct we will need to experiment," Twilight gave her mentor a manic grin and trotted back around to the other side of her.
"I told them that you would be unable to bear foals. Because you have been alive so long your cells have been put into a kind of magical stasis to avoid aging at all. Your womb is completely inert, you don't have periods, you don't ovulate and you cannot reproduce. But this is fairly easily rectified. The cellular hibernation is held in check by the stability of your psyche. So if I were to... say for example..." Twilight gave Celestia's marehood a tentative sniff, "Alter your mind in some way... permanently change your priorities... break you like they broke me... I think your cells would return to normal. You'd be mortal once more but in addition you'd be capable of reproducing which is, in case you forgot, the purpose of life."
"No! Twilight, come back. Come back round to the front and talk to me. Twilight! Twilight, please," Celestia tugged desperately at her chains, hoping against hope that she could at least get a single hoof free to protect herself.
"But since I am an academic sort of pony I always keep an open mind to other's points of view," chuckled Twilight as she placed her forehooves on Celestia's voluptuous arse cheeks, "So here's how this will work. If you can endure one hundred thrusts then I will be forced to conclude that I was indeed mistaken about the true meaning of life and then I'll free you from here and we can all go home together. If you break before then well... let's just say that my hypothesis will be confirmed. Don't worry about lubrication, by the way. Rarity's juicy snatch got me nice and slick just before you arrived."
Celestia's voice caught in her throat as she felt the head of Twilight's scrape past her clit as it trailed its way up to position itself in front of her opening.
"Let the experiment begin," Twilight said, swinging her hips back to give her cock a running start for the first thrust.
She slammed into Celestia like a runaway freight train, forcing nearly all of her length deep inside the Princess as both mare's moans broke the silence. The room was filled with puffs and whimpers as Celestia adjusted to having her hole stretched wide by Twilight's impressive girth and Twilight accustomed herself to her mentor's tightness.
"Twilight's log, day four: first use of Celestia's hole," mumbled Twilight in between shivers of pleasure, "S-s-subject is remarkably warm on the inside and s-s-surpisingly tight for such an old pony. I was not expecting that and should p-p-probably not have thrust in so hard if I'm going to pace myself for a full hundred thrusts. Now attempting thrust number two."
Twilight heaved her hips back. Celestia's royal pussy clung hungrily to her purple shaft as if it never wanted to let go. The two of them let out throaty groans as each inch of the shaft was hauled out of Celestia's vicelike grip. Twilight returned herself to her starting position, the tip still just barely inside. Suddenly and without warning she wrapped her forelimbs around the much larger mare's midriff and plunged back inside. Not quite balls deep but deeper than before.
Celestia bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut tight as her cunt clenched and unclenched on the enormous intruder.
"Second thrust successful," gasped Twilight, burying her face in Celestia's flowing mane, "Tightness is v-v-very impressive. She's actually quite muscular. Alicorn's get the strength of earth ponies along with the wings and horn, I suppose. Now that I think of it Celestia's transcendent state probably means she's usually above lust. I may be the first pony to be using this hole in over a thousand years. Would that be accurate?"
Celestia couldn't answer. It had been an awfully long time since she had last had a lover and she certainly didn't remember sex being even half this intense.
"M-m-my only complaint is that it's a little dry. The friction is quite fierce on entry. Still, we'll see how it goes..." Twilight pulled back her hips for another thrust.
"No wait... Twilight, at least give me a second to recover so-" Celestia was cut off as Twilight re-entered. The Princess' cunt loosed a shower of steaming hot fluids that gushed down the sex-crazed unicorn's shaft and dripped off the bloated, hairless testicles. As the warm clear liquid splattered on the floor Twilight basked in the ever growing warmth of the Sun Princess.
"Dryness problem solved itself," she whispered, lost in a dreamlike state, "The heat of this thing is incredible. Way above normal body temperature. She achieved orgasm on only the third thrust. I suspect I was right in my belief that she has not been f-f-fucked in a long while. You n-n-never told me you were a squirter, Princess. But then again I guess I never asked. Ninety seven thrusts to go. Get ready. This time I'm going to put the whole shaft inside."
Celestia could only whine like an animal caught in a trap as she continued dripping long pent up juices. Her entire body trembled as Twilight's flare scraped along her inner wall on its exit journey.
Twilight reached forward and grabbed her mentor's mane like reins. With the chain attached to Celestia's horn pulling one way and Twilight's hooves yanking her hair the other the Princess could only dangle and wait as Twilight prepared the next thrust.
And swiftly it came. This time the entirety of the shaft forced its way in, slamming into the opening of the Princess' womb and hammering through it like a battering ram. Twilight hilted herself inside her teacher but continued to push forward as if she had more shaft still to squeeze inside.
"Excellent texture. Velvety but firm. This one is my favourite, I think, out of all the others. I'll use it again and again once I've broken it in. She'll make a fine broodmare," Twilight was now looking down on the pony she had admired most as a mere sex object. Soon to be another addition to the list of the mare's she'd emptied her swollen balls inside. This was how she had come to treat all the others. As experiments in pleasure. Toys to aid her in her ascension.
Lost somewhere in the hurricane of pleasure Celestia was both aroused and revolted by the thought of her dear student being corrupted in this way. But such complex thoughts vanished from her mind as the head of Twilight's member kissed the innermost part of her womb.
Twilight released her mentor's mane and settled on gripping both of the Princess' now splayed and twitching wings.
"Your womb is reacting to this, Celestia. It shouldn't be throbbing like this if its truly in stasis like the rest of you. Be careful. If you let your psyche get lost in the pleasure then I really will be able to impregnate you. They used drugs to raise my sperm count through the roof. I've already impregnated Rarity, Applejack, Fluttershy and I would have gotten Rainbow if Pinkie hadn't gotten her first. So I impregnated Pinkie as well. And you're going to be next..."
Twilight didn't bother drawing her hips all the way back for the fifth thrust. She simply pulled back enough for the head of her cock to pop out of the mouth of Celestia's womb before she burst back inside it.
Celestia's back arched as far as the chains would allow and she loosed another drenching flood of boiling hot marecum onto the floor. Her tongue waggled in the air like a dying insect, her jaw slack and eyes squinted and watering.
"You came again?" giggled Twilight, "We're only on the fifth thrust, Celestia. Ninety five still to go before I let you go... if I let you go. I thought you wanted to help me go back to being normal? I thought you wanted to save me from this? Can't you endure a mere hundred thrusts to bring your beloved student back from this terrible place? We've only done five thrusts and you're squirting like a whore- ah!"
Celestia's royal princesshood suddenly constricted, pinching down on Twilight's shaft. Twilight simply laughed.
"Subject seems to enjoy being abused verbally. Don't you... slut?"
Twilight sneered as the Princess tightened down once more, plot hole winking at her student with each clench.
"Commencing earnest copulation," said Twilight as she began pounding steadily at Celestia's marehood. Her cock sliding in and out with a steady but firm pace.
Celestia's lips scrunched up as her pussy was stuffed. There was an unbearable warmth building up inside her foal factory. Twilight was right. It was preparing itself. The tubes were waking up as if from a long sleep, readying her for insemination. She knew that she needed to compose herself, formulate a plan of escape, return to her usual placid frame of mind. But each time Twilight slammed back inside her psyche rippled like a pond that was being bombarded with pebbles. Another orgasm coursed through her veins and she howled like an animal.
"Third orgasm after eleven thrusts. Seems like she doesn't have much left to squirt. Subject is... breaking nicely. Increasing... ah... speed... at this... time..." True to her word Twilight picked up the pace.
A wet, meaty slapping noise filled the air as Twilight swung her hips back and forth, shoving her enormous purple cock inside her new toy. Celestia continued to leak her unnaturally hot excretions onto the concrete below her. The Princess' eyes began to roll back in her head, her tongue dangling helplessly out of her mouth, panting like a dog. Her consciousness felt like it was somewhere far away, tethered to her body by the unbelievable pleasure that being used by her student was bringing her.
She had almost raised this mare herself. She'd read her bed time stories when she was just a filly. She'd sung lullabies for her. She'd held her hoof when she was frightened and taught her everything she could. And now she was being mercilessly ridden by that same mare. Relentlessly broken. Twilight's movements were growing frantic. A feverish pitch of primal and loveless rutting.
"Fifty one, fifty two... ah... fifty three, fifty four, fifty five... feeling good down there? Enjoying yourself? I told you... ah... fifty nine, sixty...this is why we exist... sixty two, sixty three... your womb is suckling at me... sixty six, sixty seven...you know I'm right, you filthy alicorn cumdumpster... ah... seventy, seventy one... you want this... seventy four... you want this, don't you bitch? Twilight's log... ah... subject is lost in a... ah... state of constant orgasm... seventy nine, eighty..."
Twilight was making full use of her discovery about how Celestia's marehood reacted to abuse. She might have hypothesized that it was because the Princess was treated so politely by everypony that she must have developed a kind of masochistic yearning. She might have hypothesized as much had she not been devoting her entire being to fucking the daylights out of her new broodmare. She gave the broad backside a solid slap with her hoof right on the sun shaped cutie mark, relishing the feeling of the cunt she was in the process of dominating.
"I'm getting close... eighty eight, eighty nine... so close... can't take much more... ah...ninety four, ninety five... just a little more... gotta hold it in... ninety nine and... ah... one hundred," Twilight pulled her cock out after the hundredth thrust with a wet, popping sound. She was on the absolute brink, leaking dollops of precum which mixed their milky whiteness with the clear viscous slime that Celestia's marehood had coated her cock with.
"There we go, Celestia... you made it! Now we can go home. I'll unlock your shackles now, shall I?" said Twilight, breathlessly. Halting herself on the brink of cumming had taken a degree self control that Twilight had not had in the first few days in the Milking Chamber.
Celestia was awoken from her daze by the sudden aching sensation of emptiness. She desperately writhed, rocking back and forth in the array of chains that held her suspended in the air.
"N-n-no..." she whispered, her womb in full bloom: returned from its long stasis and now in all its carnal glory. Fresh and fertile.
"No, what?" taunted Twilight, playing innocent.
"Don't... s-s-stop..." stuttered Celestia, still having difficulty processing words after her lengthy ordeal.
"But Celestia... I thought you were going to save me... if we keep going then I'll cum inside your womb... and you'll be sure to get pregnant... and even if you don't get pregnant then Pinkie, AJ, Rarity and myself will continue to pump your womb full of spunk every second of every day until we can be sure that you do. You'll never leave this place again. We'll keep you in a cage and feed you nothing but semen. We'll fuck you so hard you'll forget who you were. And you'll never save your precious student. Is that what you want?" Twilight touched the tip of her cock to Celestia's now red and puffy marehood.
Celestia swallowed. She couldn't fight it. Couldn't stop herself. She struggled to find the words.
"Beg," Twilight said simply, "Beg for it."
"Puh-p-p-please... please give y-y-your p-p-princess..."
"You're not a princess anymore," said Twilight sternly, "What are you?"
"C-c-cum dumpster broodmare," whined Celestia, the tip of Twilight's cock dipping a delirium inducing few inches into her and then pulling away again, "P-p-please impregnate m-m-me... use me as your own... p-p-private s-s-slut. F-f-fill me up again and again... please-"
Twilight interruped her before she'd finished. Hurtling back into her, puncturing her womb and emptying a squirt of impossibly thick horse cum into the former Princess.
"Subject successfully broken. C-c-commencing insemination!" Twilight bit her own lip and unleashed a bucket load of cum directly into Celestia's baby sack. The larger mare could handle a bigger load than most but Twilight's enormous scrotum seemed capable of releasing an impossible quantity. The alicorn's womb ballooned up as it was pumped full, the tip of Twilight's dick forming a cork to ensure none of it escaped.
They both knew on some deep instinctual level that Celestia had been impregnated without even a shred of doubt. The entirety of her womb was filled to the brim, even her tubes were flooded. Squirt after glorious squirt was fed into her, her belly beginning to swell as if she were well on the way to birthing Twilight's foal already. Twilight struggled to keep her cock inside, the pressure that the semen had built up was almost forcing her out. She smiled.
"Pinkie Pie! Applejack! I know you two are in the observation bay watching this! Come down here right now!" she pulled free of her former mentor's cunt, letting loose the marble river that she had been holding inside and giggling as it rushed out and splattered onto the floor.
She turned as a steel plate on the wall behind her slide open.
"You girls can have a turn with her for a bit."
The chapter I should have written last time. TwilightxSilverSpoonXAppleBloomXDiamondTiara, got some smegma fetishism, drug use, mind break and futa... and foalcon or fillycon or w/e and also inflation
"Wakey, wakey, Diamond Tiara," crooned Apple Bloom in her usual Southern drawl.
The pony in question stirred, groaning slightly at the stiffness she felt in her neck. As her eyes groggily opened she took in the terrified face of her one and only friend: Silver Spoon. The steely grey filly's wild and frightened eyes stared back at her from behind her usual thick rimmed glasses.
"Silver... what... what's going on?" mumbled Diamond Tiara, still in the process of awakening from her chemically induced sleep.
Silver Spoon did not reply. The filly was being held in iron stocks, the kind that DT had seen in the old school history books about medieval times where ponies would have tomatoes and such thrown at them for committing some crime. The stocks were little more than iron bars with three holes drilled in them, one for the filly's head and two smaller ones to hold her forehooves, the entire thing bolted to the concrete floor beneath them.
It took Diamond Tiara a few seconds to realize that she too was being held in an identical manner, forced to face her friend and unable to move her upper body an inch. She kicked her back legs in fright but found they were shackled together, limiting her movements even further.
"I demand to know what's going on!" she snapped, twisting her head in an effort to look around, "If my daddy finds out about this then there'll be heck to pay!"
She could hear Apple Bloom giggling somewhere outside of her field of vision. Was this all just a prank? Had those stupid blank flanks finally decided to take their revenge?
"Okay, Apple Bloom. This is mandrake root extract which acts as a-"
"Muscle relaxer!"
"Very good! You're learning so quickly! How about this one?"
"Oh... um... that's... uh... blue willow bark pulp and uh... smells like... poison ivy extract? Oh! Wait! This is the one that makes 'em all itchy, ain't it?"
"Exactly!"
The second voice belonged to Twilight Sparkle, the town librarian. It seemed to Diamond Tiara that she was giving some kind of a lesson in potions or chemistry or something. That egg-head was always trying to teach other ponies about pointless things. DT rolled her eyes. So this was all just some lame lesson from the town's biggest nerd and her dweeb apprentice. How pathetic.
"And this one?" asked Twilight, Diamond could not see her but she could tell from her voice she was grinning broadly.
"That's an... aphro-watchamacallit... the one that turns ponies on. The one you used on me on the firs' day. Are ya gonna use all that's in that bottle? Ain't that a bit much?" replied Apple Bloom, sounding worried.
"Maybe. We'll find out. Experimentation is the heart of scientific inquiry, after all. Oh! She's awake. We can begin."
DT listened to the hoofsteps approaching her from behind.
"You two lamekins had better have a good reason for locking me up like this or you're both gonna regret it," snarled Diamond Tiara. Something about the look of horror on Silver's face was worrying her. She wished she could turn her head and look behind her at the two of them.
"Oh, we've got a great reason," giggled Apple Bloom.
"Diamond... they... they have... they both have..." stuttered Silver Spoon, pausing mid-sentence to retch in disgust.
"Both have what?" Diamond Tiara did not have to wait long for the answer.
Apple Bloom stepped out in front of her, striding through the space between the two stockaded fillies. Swinging underneath the red-maned mare's legs was cock. A big, greasy, hairless horse cock that looked as if it had been transplanted from between the legs of a full grown stallion. Its size was almost comically out of proportion on the small filly, the shaft alone longer than the length of her body from head to flank. The tip of it jutted out from between her forehooves, its stiffness keeping it glued to her belly and chest. Unlike normal stallionhoods this one sported a wrinkled foreskin that hung loosely from it, flowering off the tip. The balls looked painfully swollen, veins running across their surface like rivers viewed from high in the sky. Its skin was a sickly yellow that matched her fur, albeit a few shades darker. The tip of it, which peeked out at her from behind the wrinkled folds of foreskin, was a bright and angry red.
Diamond Tiara gulped down the rising bile she tasted in the back of her throat. She could smell it from where she was shackled. A pungent sweet and sour tang that filled her nostrils and made her eyes water.
"That's so disgusting I can't even laugh!" she spat, literally spat onto the concrete beneath her, "Was that the result of some failed experiment you did? Serves you right for fooling around with plants and stuff all the time! Now let me out of here so I can go home and vomit!"
DT glared all her venom at the young futa-filly who stood proudly before her but all she illicited was a chuckle from Twilight.
"You were right, Apple Bloom. She certainly does have quite a mouth on her. We'll just have to find a better use for that mouth," said the purple unicorn as she stepped out to join Apple Bloom.
DT knew now why Silver Spoon had been looking so alarmed. Twilight too, sported and enormous member, not quite as big as Apple Bloom's. The librarian's mane was frayed and ruffled and she had a... disturbing demeanour about her. She held several jars and syringes floating around her head with magic, each one containing a different coloured gel or elixir.
"Okay, fillies! Listen closely. Apple Bloom over here has a bit of a problem, as I'm sure you can smell. Her penis is developing abnormal quantities of smegma. She needs to be regularly cleaned and you two are on duty to do that for her. Now one of you will clean out her foreskin and the other will help me with my experiments in the meantime. So which one of you would like to volunteer?" grinned Miss Sparkle, tilting her head and flitting her eyes between the two of them.
A use for that mouth... clean out smegma... smell... the gears of Diamond Tiara's mind desperately turned as she processed what she had just heard. Were they actually proposing that one of the two of them... ? The mere possibility of it made her feel sick to her core. She decided without hesitation to betray her friend.
"I want to help with the experiments!" she cried, "Silver will do the smegma!"
"What?!" Silver squirmed and struggled but the stocks held her fast, "Diamond!"
Diamond didn't waste her time apologizing. Whatever dark deeds were about to be done she would not be the one to clean some blank flanks disgusting dick cheese.
"You heard her, Apple Bloom," Twilight trotted over to Diamond Tiara and the youngest member of the Apple Family waddled over to Silver Spoon, her cock already beginning to twitch with excitement.
"Did you overhear my conversation with Apple Bloom?" a twisted smile was tugging at the corners of Twilight's lips as she held up a glass vial with a grey-green slime coating its insides, "This is called itch bane. It produces an intense itching sensation on the skin that can be quite pleasing... if you're able to scratch it that is... let's put some on you and see how it goes."
"Twilight! Why are you doing this? Wait! Stop! Where are you going?" Diamond's protestations fell on deaf ears as Twilight circled round behind her. She trembled as she felt her tail being lifted into the air with telekinetic magic, "N-n-no! You can't put it... there. You can't! You can't! I'll tell my daddy! He'll sue you for all you're worth if you don't stop right now-"
She felt a moistness being smeared on the undeveloped lips of her tiny filly slit. Then her entire body stiffened as the lips of her cunny were spread and a dollop of the stuff was pushed inside her. She gasped at how cold it was.
In front of her she could see Apple Bloom gripping her throbbing protuberance in both hooves and easing back the foreskin. The bright redness of her tip was exposed to the air and even from an angle Diamond Tiara. It was decorated with a number of maggot sized blobs of cream coloured secretions. The stench of her cock had increased tenfold and she could only imagine what Silver Spoon would be smelling the second the filly stopped holding her breath.
"Twahlaht, she won't open her mouth fer me," Apple Bloom sadly prodded Silver Spoon's clenched lips with the repulsive tip of her unclean cock.
"Not a problem. Apply some muscle relaxant to her jaw, neck and below the ears!" Twilight levitated over the mandrake root extract, a brown cream in a glass jar.
Apple Bloom grinned. Her love of brewing potions had only grown during the insanity that had consumed the past few days. She used her tail as an improvised paintbrush to avoid touching the stuff directly and dabbed it on the areas that her teacher had suggested.
Diamond Tiara watched as her friends face suddenly slackened at the touch of the balm. Magically enhances muscle relaxant works very quickly. As hard as the silver filly tried she could not keep her jaw clenched shut and in mere moments it hung wide open, a thin trail of saliva running down her chin and dripping onto the floor. Apple Bloom lined up the tip of her smegma smothered cock with Silver's now helpless mouth.
A prickling, itching, tickling sensation had been building, spreading through Diamond's nether regions as she watched the scene unfold. Her legs squirmed unconsciously but it did little to alleviate the sensation. It was the itchiness of having rolled in grass for several hours, of a bee sting that was several days old, of a hundred mosquito bites, of a brush with nettles and poison ivy all rolled into one and concentrated on her virgin pussy.
She squeaked and attempted to slap at her fillyhood with her tail in an effort to provide some small relief. But Twilight held her tail up with magic, keeping her from even the most basic alleviation.
"Looks like it's working nicely. Everything's going as planned. How are things with you Apple Bloom?" Twilight sniggered as she watched the pink filly's tail hole clench from the overwhelming sensation.
"She's pullin' her tongue way back into her mouth so she don't have to taste it. But tha's okay. I'll jus' push it in a little deeper... ah..." Apple Bloom shivered as Silver Spoon's teeth scraped along her shaft. The poor filly couldn't bite down with her jaw completely powerless and her violator was using her top row of teeth to scrape off dick cheese and then push it into her mouth with the tip. She was effectively being spoon fed the repugnant substance by the very same cock that had produced it.
Silver Spoon's glasses had steamed up and were now completely white but Diamond could hear her muffled wordless moans fill the room. She couldn't use her tongue to push the sickening gunk out of her mouth without tasting it, nor could she push it past the intruding head of Apple Bloom's new friend. There was only one place the clumps of smegma were going from here. And that was down her throat.
"Twilight... scratch it... scratch it, scratch it, scratch it, scratch it, SCRATCH IT! Now! Now! NOW! Agh!" Diamond had bitten her tongue as she writhed in the stocks. The intensity of the itching seemed to double with each passing moment and Diamond could take not a single second more of it.
Her eyes welled up with tears, not even able to concentrate on the blurred vision of Apple Bloom gliding her cock into her best friends mouth, Diamond Tiara's mind was consumed with the itching. Her legs writhed and her hips thrust at the air, unable to grind against the floor with Twilight holding her tail aloft, unable to reach back and touch it herself due to both her forelegs being bound in the stocks and both her back legs shackled.
"You didn't say the magic words," Twilight taunted, her words punctuated by the sound of Silver Spoon gulping down the filth.
"Please! Please! Pretty please! Pretty please with sugar on top! I'll do anything! Please!"
"I've studied magic for years and those don't sound like any magic words I've ever heard. But still... I suppose I should give you something to take your mind off it," Twilight stabbed a syringe through the cork top of a glass flask and filled it with a pink liquid.
She pulled the needle out and squirted a few drops into the air and then stepped back around behind DT. Diamond felt her flank being held motionless with magic and then a stinging on her right flank. She bit her lip and whimpered as she felt the syringe being emptied into her veins, its coldness spreading throughout her.
"Will it... will it make the itchiness stop?" she asked, desperately.
"Nope!" replied Twilight.
Apple Bloom sighed with satisfaction as she bucked her hips into the mouth of the filly who had bullied her for the past two years. She'd spread some more of the relaxant onto Silver's throat so that the very young mare could accommodate her shaft almost half the way down to her bloated ball sack. As Silver's slobber dribbled down her chin Apple Bloom reached down and wiped the steam off the filly's glasses. She wanted her to look her in the eye. So that she would forever know who owned her from now on.
Silver was being good. Her tongue flattened to the bottom of her relaxed jaw, her throat bulging as the massive cock plunged down her wind pipe. Apple Bloom felt a shock of pleasure each time the tip of her cock scraped past the filly's tonsils and dived into her warm moist maw. She slid a little deeper with each thrust. Soon she would start fucking the filly's stomach. Soon.
"Look me in the eye... yeah... tha's right... look up at me... ah... good girl..." the deep satisfaction of fucking this filly's mouth was quickly driving her to the edge, "You munched down all my smegma like you loved it... Ah think that can be yer job from now on... don't close yer eyes... keep 'em open and lookin' at me... tha's right... ye'll be mah little cock cleaner from now on... we'll keep yer mouth relaxed like this permanently... no need for you to talk ever again... tha's good..."
She lovingly caressed Silver's cheek, all the years of resentment towards the yes-mare vanishing as she rode to the brink of orgasm.
Twilight administered the third full syringe of aphrodisiac. She was curious to see if it was possible to overdose on the stuff. The pink filly seemed to still be conscious but was gushing little rivers of love juice down her legs and into a puddle that she was splashing her back hooves in. Her movements were different to when she had simply been itching. Now her hips bucked up and down, subconsciously imitating sex. The large amount of filly cum had all but washed away the itch bane but its effects should still remain. Diamond was lost in a cloud of itchiness and extreme arousal. The filly's eyes were glued to Apple Bloom's balls as they swung back and forth, bumping her best friend's chin.
"So... what's the magic word, Diamond?" said Twilight, filling up a fourth syringe.
"D-d-dick..." DT was slurring her words, her pink, moist cunny rapidly winking at the air.
"What about dick?" Twilight stuck in the fourth syringe worth of aphrodisiac and emptied its contents into the once arrogant earth pony. Diamond didn't even notice the pain of the injection.
"Need... dick... dick... need... now..." strings of drool hung from her chin as her hungry gaze focused on Apple Bloom.
"Okay, Apple Bloom. That's enough," said Twilight, firmly.
"Awww..." with painful reluctance she withdrew her length. Silver hacked and coughed, her jaw still paralyzed and useless.
"Now I think we will pose the same question again. Which one of you wants to take Apple Bloom's cock and which one of you wants to play with me instead?" Twilight was rock hard, oozing precum down her purple shaft, "Silver Spoon? Which would you prefer?"
"Uuuuaaaaagh aaaaooooaaaaagh ruuuuugh," moaned Silver, her tongue strained and exhausted from fighting and eventually losing to the monster cock that had just pounded her oesophagus and left her jaw unusable.
"Looks like Silver doesn't mind either way. How about you, Diamond?" Twilight turned back to her test subject.
"D-d-dick... give me dick... please... do me... I want... me... dick... please..." a chain of barely intelligible words flowed from Diamond's quivering lips as she panted and wiggled her flank, "Need... need... please... dick..."
"Mah pleasure, Diamond Tiara. All ya had to do wus ask!" Apple Bloom ran round so quickly she almost slipped in the puddle of filly cum that DT had leaked onto the floor.
"I'll play with Silver then," said Twilight, filling up syringe with mandrake root extract.
Apple Bloom placed her front hooves on Diamond's flank and positioned herself at the mouth of the starving filly pussy.
"Ah've always wanted this. Always wanted to have you. Ah told mahself Ah wus crazy for wantin' somepony as horrible as you but now Ah understand. Yer gonna be a perfect breeding mare fer me. Both of y'all. I'll ride you until you forget who you were and you can only live for mah cock," she gave the filly's flank a tender squeeze.
"I think Apple Bloom was right. I like the idea of you being paralyzed permanently. A dutch wife for whoever might want one. Just a sex toy to be used, washed and locked in a closet somewhere. We'll impregnate you, of course, but I won't bother using aphrodisiac on you. It doesn't matter whether you enjoy this. You're here to be our cum dump and nothing more," Twilight whispered the words, almost to herself, as she injected the mandrake route into Silver's flank, "I'll give you a dose of this stuff every hour on the hour. After a day or two the effects will be permanent. Enjoy your new life as a doll."
Apple Bloom thrust into Diamond, tearing past the filly's hymen without a moment's hesitation.
"Yer friend brought me pretty close... Ah don't know how long Ah can last... but Ah guess it don't matter... ye've been stuck in an almost constant orgasm anyway... and Ah'm only interested in gettin' ya pregnant... they say filly's can get pregnant the moment they get their cutie marks... you always teased me 'bout not getting mine... but Ah think Ah'll get it pretty soon... and it'll be fer rapin' sluts like you... you even listenin' tah me?" Apple Bloom hammered into Diamond once more with each sentence she spoke.
Diamond's unbearably tight cunt pulled back the foreskin on each push, ensuring that the bare and sensitive tip was what powered its way into the womb. DT's pussy was too shallow by half to take the entirety of Apple Bloom's length but she didn't seem to care. She didn't care about anything anymore.
The itch had been scratched and now it was simply ecstasy.
"Ah you're all relaxed now... hmm... usually a filly would be too tight to take it up the ass but with you all limp and floppy like this... hmm..." Twilight smeared a pea sized blob of the itch bane on her own cock for lubrication, she flinched as the itching sensation spread through her shaft. She touched the tip of her cock to Silver's tail hole, "This is going to leave you itchy as all hell... too bad you won't be able to scratch it..."
Twilight eased her weight behind the shaft, pushing it into the filly's ass. It was still pleasantly firm even with the filly having lost all muscle control. She silently thanked her foresight. She'd given both filly's enema's while they had been unconscious. Twilight always prepared for every eventuality. She settled into an easy rhythm of thrusts, revelling in the dying whimpers and moans of her prey. Soon the mandrake root would spread through her whole body. Soon she wouldn't even be able to moan.
Twilight watched Apple Bloom with pride. The two were matching thrusts now. Teacher and student, lost in each other's eyes as they fucked their new filly spunk containers.
"Twahlaht, Ah'm gettin' close!"
"Me too... I was stroking myself while I watched you fuck this whore's throat."
"Ah wanna.. cum together... with you..."
"With me? But what about your toy?"
"She's been cummin' this whole time."
The two conversed casually as they rode their little ponies, smiling at one another warmly. Apple Bloom had to ease back on her thrusts in order to ensure she didn't cum too soon. Twilight increased the pace to catch up to her. Silver and Diamond both had their tongue's dangling out their mouths, splattering drool onto the already drenched floor.
They had enjoyed each others 'company' long enough to tell when they were both about to blow. Twilight flicked her tail and Apple Bloom arched her back. The end had arrived.
Apple Bloom was first by a fraction of a second, the pressure in her inflated red tipped member finally released. Boiling hot, sticky seed rushed into Diamond's womb, quickly filling the tiny meat bag and overflowing in a fountain that sloshed and gurgled out of the tight pink hole and torrented down to the floor. It was as if they had dug into the earth and struck white oil. The semen continued to surge from her, bloating Diamond's belly to the point where it seemed certain it would tear. Her balls twitching as rope after rope of thick apple flavoured spunk was released. Diamond loosed one final howl before flopping limp and silent in the stocks.
Twilight squeezed Silver's cheeks together, hilting herself in the filly's ass and ensuring that every drop was poured inside, not one millilitre to waste. A sperm enema. The steel grey earth ponies tummy quickly distended, hanging beneath her limp form. Twilight loved to see her new pupil cum. The site of it alone was enough to bring her to the edge. They had already broken several new mares in together and every time was a new adventure into depravity. As her balls finally emptied she grinned.
"Ah l-l-love ya Twa..." stuttered Apple Bloom, lost in the intoxicating wash of pure bliss that accompanied her orgasm.
"I love you too," replied Twilight, checking Silver's pulse just to make sure that she was still alive. The muscle relaxant hadn't compromised her heart and lungs at least.
They both remained inside their victim's for a solid minute, letting the feeling subside. Occasionally twitching and loosing an aftershock of squirts that quickly died down.
They pulled free at the same time, both of their new cumdumpsters unloading a spurt of white fluid from their respective holes.
"Twahlaht... my dick's all itchy now..." said Apple Bloom, dismounting the quivering wreck that used to be Diamond Tiara.
"There must have still been some itch bane left inside her. I'm pretty itchy too. Let's go find somepony we can use to scratch our itch... I'm thinking... Fluttershy."
They trotted off merrily together, leaving the two broken filly's lying in the stocks. Twilight switched off the light as she left the room. Drowning the two in darkness.
Gender Bending, Shining Armour, transformations, forced feminization, glory holes, incest, Netorare, PART ONE OF THREE
"Mmm... just... just five more minutes, Cadance..." mumbled Shining Armour, semi-incoherently as he lolled about. His bed felt strangely cold and hard. Had his blushing bride accidentally nudged him out of bed and onto the floor during the night again? The floor of the Royal Suite of their castle was carpeted though...
He drowsily raised his head.
UNNAMED BREEDING UNIT: SUBJECT 217
"Wha...?" The threatening white letters loomed on the shadowy grey wall that towered over him. There was something about those soulless words that chilled him to the bone. Was he still dreaming? Or... is this a nightmare?
Shining's training kicked in and he leaped up, rapidly moving to get a wall to his back and maximize his situational awareness. He may have been taking it easy during his honeymoon but he was still a former Captain of the Royal Guard and he was hardly in the mood to be taken hostage by another of the many enemies of the Crystal Empire.
The room... the cell was empty of potential threats or objects that could act as possible weapons in a pinch. The intention of the room was clear. Containment. No doors, no windows, no obvious vents or clear structural weaknesses. How was fresh air even being channelled into this room? Was it being pumped in at all or was he slowly asphyxiating?
"Concrete won't stop me!" shouted Shining, mostly to reassure himself. He summoned up his magic. He couldn't use any large explosive spells for fear of collapsing the building. Better to focus his energy and cut clean through the... wait... The familiar tingling feeling that usually accompanied magic use was not coming. Shining touched his horn tentatively with a hoof. Nothing.
"Nullstone," hissed Shining, narrowing his eyes. This thinned out the list of potential opponents along with his options. Could it be Chrysalis again? It looked like he would have to break out of here the old fashioned way. Fake illness, then wait for a guard to be sent to investigate and take the grunt hostage. He'd have to simply wing it from there.
Worry swelled up inside him. Where was Cadence? Surely she must be okay because- Puff!
Shining glanced up sharply. A nozzle... or a sprinkler head had deployed a puff of light pink vapour into the room. The stallion bit his lip. Had the sprinkler head slid silently from some invisible slot while he wasn't looking or had he simply failed to notice it? The vapour was doubtless some kind of anaesthetic. They wouldn't pump in poison gas: if they wanted him dead they would have killed him already.
Puff, puff, puff!
Shining Armour covered his mouth and retreated as far as he could from the descending pink cloud, holding his breath.
Gotta shut my eyes, he thought to himself, if it finds its way into my bloodstream I'll be off to sleep once again. They didn't intend for me to wake up this soon. This is my chance.
He squeezed his eyes shut.
Puff, puff, puff!
Shining Armour could hold his breath for quite some time. He had even won a ribbon for it back in school.
Puff, puff, puff!
The stallion could feel a tingling as the tiny droplets of moisture settled on his fur. He attempted futilely to wipe it off.
Puff, puff, puff!
How much anaesthetic were they going to deploy? If they weren't planning to kill him they'd have to stop pumping it in eventually. He could pretend to pass out and then maybe they'd stop spraying him with the stuff and he'd have his chance to escape.
Puff, puff, puff!
His lungs were burning. He couldn't hold his breath much longer. He pressed himself against the cold stone wall. The room was filled with the pink gas. He couldn't escape it.
Puff, puff, puff!
Shining finally relented, allowing himself the smallest of breaths. He frowned. He hadn't even coughed. It... tasted sweet. What was this gas? He tentatively inhaled again, cautiously opening his eyes. A pink haze had descended on the room. Shining slowly rose up once more. His tongue tingled, his lips prickled, his eyes itched. If this gas wasn't going to knock him out then what was it going to do?
He stumbled a little. What was... going on? His head swam as a strange giddiness washed over him. Why did his face feel so hot? His mouth so dry... had he been poisoned? A dizzying river of questions rushed through his mind as the room spun around him. He tried to hold his breath again but attempting to keep a lungful of the gas inside himself seemed to only amplify the effect. Shining shook his head and stumbled, lurching forward.
"Ah! What the-," Shining Armor squeaked and then silenced himself immediately. The pitch of his voice had sounded strange. Was it just because his throat was dry? He tried again.
"H-h-hello? Is anyone listening?" it was different. Effeminate. Not just the sound of a stallion imitating a mare or his own voice modified by some gas like helium. The voice that shakily emerged from his trembling lips sounded similar to his sister's, dainty and musical. A rush of embarrassment overcame him momentarily. Cadence was going to laugh about this if she ever heard it. Could this all be a prank? The grim white letters on the wall darkly suggested otherwise.
His throat felt so tight, pinched. Shining touched a hoof to his throat and then recoiled in horror. The muscles of his strong neck were rippling, wriggling and clenching wildly. Shrinking. Was he being strangled? No... reshaped. They were becoming smoother, softer... Shining bit his lip to quiet the girly whimper that he made in shock as the tingling feeling spread from his neck into his shoulders. His bulky soldier's frame began to melt away as the slope of his sides became more gentle, more slender. He felt frail, delicate. They must be trying to weaken him. To make him more docile, easier to contain. That must be their game.
"You can try and weaken me all you want! I can still take you on... whoever you are..." he had intended to make a stern snarl but his agonizingly mare-ified voice made him sound significantly less threatening... cute almost... more than almost... he sounded adorable. A warm blush came to his cheeks as the squirming, twitching feeling spread to his flank.
He mewled weakly in surprise as something tickled his nose. His mane. It was growing longer. He brushed it out of his face, shocked at how soft and velvety if felt. His cheeks too. No longer the stern jaw and high cheekbones of a stallion in command but rather more like two squidgy marshmallows blushing a deep red. Rubbing his face in panic he accidentally kissed his own hoof. His lips! That touch had felt like one of Cadence's kisses.
His eyelids fluttered as his eyelashes extended only slightly.
"What? But that's not... you c-c-can't do this to me! This better not be permanent of I'll... I'll..." the room suddenly blurred. It took Shining a moment to realise he was crying. Crying! Him! He'd been a warhorse for Celestia's sake! He angrily wiped the tears away and sniffed hard. Was the gas affecting his psychology as well? He felt like something was stirring... deep inside him...
Something was stirring outside him as well... How could he be getting an erection at a time like this? It must be the drugs fault, he told himself with confidence, there was no way this could be turning him on. It did feel abnormally hard, swollen and aching.
"W-w-well," he stammered, sitting down and inspecting his bloated stallionhood, "...at least I still have you ol' buddy... as long as I have you I think everything will be okay..."
As if in reply his cock loosed a sudden jet of watery seed that struck him in the chin. He squealed both with shock and the sudden jolt of pleasure. It convulsed, loosing a few more dribbles that leaked sadly onto the cold floor beneath him.
"No..." Shining protested as he felt a familiar tingling and tightness running up his shaft," No... no... no, no, no, no, no..."
It was shrinking. Not because it was softening... it was still just as stiff but it was getting smaller. Shining had never been overly well hung but at the moment his pecker would embarrass even his preteen self. And it showed no sign of stopping. He touched it with a hoof in a desperate effort to halt its retreat into his body but was forced to recoil. It was so... sensitive...
The once proud stallionhood was rendered little more than a tiny nub in a matter of seconds and there was worse to come. Shining had to look away as the thin gash painlessly opened itself up beneath his new clitoris. This time he didn't bother wiping away the tears. He could feel the tingling crafting his flower... his... marehood... its lips... he felt nauseous thinking about it.
He lay miserably on the concrete floor, getting some relief from its unfeeling cold surface.
"Why? Why would you..." Shining quieted his complaining. It was too humiliating to whine in that voice.
Suddenly a hissing noise startled him to his hooves. He whirled around, fully prepared to unleash whatever fury his new body could muster on whoever his captors may be.
A clean mirror surface now coated the far wall of the room.
Shining roared... or... meowed, at least... as he charged the mirror wall, fully prepared to smash it, to smash anything in his frustration. But his fury died down as he approached.
He was... beautiful. Big, blue crystal pool eyes, a petite and attractive frame. His mane like a waterfall crashing down his willowy shoulders. Full lips, swanlike neck, thick curved lashes... What was he going to say to Cadence about this? What would Twilight think of her new... sister?
He brushed his new longer mane out of his eyes, amateurishly imitating Cadence's elegant mannerisms.
"Well... uh... I guess it could be worse... at least I'm not ugly," he gulped, "Yeah... definitely not ugly. Lookin' pretty good actually..."
He blew a kiss to himself and then blushed furiously. This wasn't a one-way mirror or anything, was it? He'd seen the concrete wall behind it moments earlier but still, he'd better smash it just to be safe. With no magic at his disposal, a sharp shard of mirror could prove useful. Maybe he could use it to take a guard hostage or something.
He turned around, winding up to buck the mirror into a thousand tiny pieces but catching a glimpse of his firm and supple flank he haltered.
Shining Armour caught herself... himself... giggling. He felt strangely giddy. High on his own beauty.
"I guess... I could stand to look for a few more seconds..." he gave a twirl and fluttered his eyelashes.
Suddenly and entirely without warning a hole opened up in the mirror at eye level. The mirror had been completely smooth and seamless with no indication of any hidden holes or compartments and yet, silently, a hole the size of an orange had slid open.
Shining leaned closer to peak through the hole. As far as he could see there was only darkness beyond.
"What in the... eek!" Something thrust itself through the hole, prodding him in the cheek. He scrambled backwards as the meaty invader penetrated his cell.
"Aaaah! What?! What?! Who?! Why?! Aaaah!" Shining's pretty sapphire eyes locked on the one eyed purple snake poking out of the hole. "Who the buck's sticking their dick through this wall?!" he squeaked.
The cock twitched in reply. It was rock hard already, its colouring disturbingly close to Shining's own sister's.
"Who's out there?! What have you done with my wife? Why are you doing this?" the young mare felt a flush of warmth wash over her cheeks. Only silence answered her. Silence and an awkward feeling of anticipation. As if the stallionhood was waiting for her. For him.
Shining shook his head. Gotta keep his thoughts straight. Gotta keep his identity firm in his mind. He was a stallion! Masculine, powerful, in control... why couldn't he look away from the throbbing dick as it stood proudly at full mast?
He could destroy it. He could smash it, kick it... why would they push their most sensitive part into his cell? What kind of imbeciles were running this prison type place?
A strange scent touched his nostrils. Meaty, salty, tangy. Was that the scent of the... oh, Celestia! It smelled so much stronger than his ever had. He hesitantly stepped closer to it.
"Alright mystery pervert... prepare to feel the most pain any stallion can experience... you're kinda asking for this, you know..." he breathed, his heart thumping in his chest. His mouth feeling ever so dry.
He raised his hoof ready to bring it down with as much force as his new body could muster. Why was he... trembling?
It twitched once more, a dribble of thick, white cream sliding down the lengthy shaft. Precum. That much? And that thick? Shining's heart skipped a beat. He felt his hoof lowering, almost not of his own will. It was so much bigger than his had ever been. So much thicker. He felt like a... real mare... looking at it. As if he hadn't deserved the cock he had had. As if it... owned him. Her.
His reflection had a desperate look in her eyes. Her breathing heavy, chest heaving, cheeks flushed. Back legs squeezed tightly together. A mare in heat. Her breath frosting the mirror's surface. She looked so... hungry... hungry for...
Her head swam, licking her dry lips, so dizzy, lightheaded... the scent of the stallionhood was so intoxicating. It was... dominating her... it had only barely touched her and yet it filled her every thought. The spot on her cheek where it had poked her felt strangely hot. It reminded him of the first time Cadence had ever kissed him.
"Lean closer... smell it... kiss it... taste it..." whispered the voice of a lustful mare. Shining took a few seconds to realize that the voice was her own.
"I'm not... I'm... I'm married I can't be... you d-d-did something to me... the drug or s-s-something... I'm not like this... I'm not..."
It was waiting for her. Waiting for her lips. Her tongue. It... wanted her.
"P-p-please.... take it away... p-p-pull it back... no more... stop... doing this to me... I'm a stallion! I'm not..." he struggled to wrench his eyes away. With a colossal effort he turned his back on the member before it overtook him completely.
He stood panting, the aching sensation between his legs refusing to subside.
UNNAMED BREEDING UNIT: SUBJECT 217
The letters glared at him. Breeding...
Shining felt his insides clench, a trickle of hot liquid ran down his leg. He was... soaked...
He slowly turned to look over his shoulder.
"I... I know what you want from me... b-b-but you can't... I can't... Cadence is... I love... I'm not going to do it... I'm not..." even as she stumbled over her own thoughts she found her hooves bringing her ever closer to the throbbing cock.
"I w-w-won't suck it... I won't.. you c-c-can't make me... I'm a stallion... a b-b-brave stallion... I w-w-was c-c-captain of the... the... nnn..." she sat down, bringing her face close to the purple flare, as if speaking directly to it, "You don't own me... I'm not yours to... b-b-breed as you please..."
Shining felt a wave of relief sweep through her as she pressed her lips to its warmth. She kissed it again, more firmly this time. Such a sweet feeling of fulfilment. This was where she belonged.
"S-s-so hard... you want me so badly, don't you? B-b-but I won't give in... I'd never betray my wife... never in a mmmillion years," Shining lovingly ran a chain of kisses down the shaft from top to bottom, murmuring feverishly into the base of purple python, "You're not p-p-playing fair... why do you t-t-taste so good...?"
She ran her pink tongue up its length leaving the shaft slick with spit, shivering as the taste of precum filled her mouth.
"You taste b-b-better than Cadence... who are you? I bet you think I'm going to suck it, don't you? You think you've won but... I never give up... I won't suck... I won't..." Shining was drooling, her mouth hanging open. Unable to close it. Unable to look away. All she had to do was lean forward and it would slide right down her gullet. But once it passed her lips it there would be no turning back. It was the same shade of purple as Twilight's. But Twilight doesn't have... one of those...
Shining had momentarily considered touching herself for relief. Grinding a hoof into her tender and juicy marehood. But after that one taste she realized she didn't need to. One taste had brought her to the brink in an instant.
"You won't make me... I w-w-won't do it..." Shining pursed her lips and pressed them to the flare. She looked up for a second. Meeting her own lustful gaze in the mirror. She couldn't resist.
She pushed forward, the cock scraping past her tongue sending sparks and shockwaves of pleasure rocketing through her whole body. She stuffed the cock into her cheek, it bulged with the massive girth of the mystery member.
"I bet yo thunk yo've wun jus' cos I'm thucking it. Yo're wong! I'm gunna sthtop in jutht a thecond. Juth let me thuck a little longerrr," Shining said, her voice distorted by the meat truncheon stuffed in her cheek as she suckled desperately. She couldn't believe how close to orgasm this had brought her. She hadn't even touched her pussy and yet bobbing back and forth was putting her right on the razor's edge. Just a little more. Just a little more. It had never felt this good with Cadence.
Cadence. Shining struggled to hold his thoughts together. He couldn't picture her face. He couldn't remember what it felt like inside her, what it felt like to hold her. He squeezed his eyes shut and thrust forward as hard as he could.
As the cock plunged down his throat Shining hit the biggest orgasm of her life, trembling as it rolled through her like an earthquake. She held the cock inside her, clenching her neck muscles down on it. She was sitting, soggy in a pool of her own juices with more leaking out of her by the second. How could she still be cumming? How could having a fat cock forced into her mouth have made her cum this hard? Such thoughts were far from her mind as she rocked back and forth, roughly mouthfucking herself.
Her very existence had been reduced to an instrument of pleasure. All they had needed to do to break her was thrust a fat dick in her face... what point had there been in fighting?
Submission felt so sweet. Offering herself up to be used was an unbearably pleasurable sensation. The world melted away around her. Her everything was thrusting forward to meet that cock. She gagged, choking on the rod but refusing to halt or even slow down. Being unable to breath simply amplified the sensations. She was drowning in cock and soon... soon...
It was getting closer. She could sense it. His mind filled with a thousand begging voices. Please. Please. Fill me. Fill me. Do it. Impregnate my mouth-pussy. Pump me so full. Please. Oh, please. It's all I ever wanted. Use your new cumdumpster.
Her eyes began rolling back in her skull. Her tongue lolling uselessly, acting as little more than a red carpet for her new master. Lewd and slimy gulping, moaning, whimpering noises filled her ears. Master needed more friction. Master needed it to go deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Shining wished the wall wasn't separating the two of them. Wished she could feel a pair of hooves on her head, forcing her down.
Shining lurched forward one last time, hitting her third peak in a matter of minutes. It was time. Her body rejoiced as she felt the cock pulsate, stretching her neck even further as a thick, white flurry spurted through the inside of the shaft and fountained out. Heat was injected directly into Shining's very core. A thick, gluey torrent rushed into her unrelentingly. She quivered, her legs kicking wildly, slipping in the puddle of marecum. Her consciousness faded, bright lights swam through her vision as she struggled to stay on the pump action seed cannon as it unleashed its full load inside her. Finally her knees gave out and she slumped to the floor, the purple penis continued squirting regardless of whether it was contained in Shining's hot, moist little mouth or firing freely into the air of the small concrete cell.
White ropes were flung through the air, painting sticky white stripes on Shining's mane, leaving her face and chest glistening. She rolled lazily over, still delirious with the scent of cum, lost in breathless rapture. So much still being squirted. She wished she had the strength to drag herself up and wrap her lips around the tip. She sated herself with bathing in it, wallowing in it as it was showered onto her. This was it. This was all she needed. How could this get any better?
"Hello there, Shining Armour," said Chrysalis, approaching from behind and leering down at the young unicorn mare, "Having fun, I see..."
Oh, dear.
Chapter whatever. Maud Pie x Prince Blueblood, Futa on Male, Pegging, inflation, humiliation, plotholes and plot.
"You c-c-can't do this to m-m-me... I'm a Prince!" squealed Blueblood, trying futilely for what felt like the hundredth time to wriggle out of the steel stocks that were locked firmly to his head and front hooves.
Maud Pie stood in silence inspecting the concrete wall in front of the two of them.
UNNAMED CUMDUMPSTER: SUBJECT 403
"It says that you're a cumdumpster not a prince," she said, dryly.
"I know what it says on the wall! I can read!" the unicorn looked even whiter than usual if that was possible, "Listen... I don't know what they're paying you but I'll double it! Triple it! Just get me out of here! I'll do anything! Anything!"
"You'll do anything?" asked Maud, sounding mildly interested.
"Anything!" Blueblood wheezed.
"Then... become a cumdumpster for the rest of your life," the corners of Maud's mouth twitched wryly as the shadow of a smile played on her face.
The smile broadened ever so slightly as her massive, swollen grey stallionhood stirred. The beast had only jus awoken but already it was sending tremors of pleasure rippling through her. She had only had it for two days but she was completely in love with it. Harder than rock. Thicker than Boulder. Powerful enough to punch through the bedrock. She reached out and massaged the quivering Prince's flank, savoring its soft and supple texture.
"Nononononono! Listen! Just listen to me! I don't know what you're planning back there but come on! You like money, don't you? Everypony likes money! And I have loads of it! Just... just let me out of here... p-p-please... don't rape me..." Blueblood's voice trailed off as he felt Maud's gaze fall upon his clenching plothole.
Prince Blueblood was unable to turn around as his steel stocks were bolted to the concrete floor. But he had caught a glimpse of Maud's 'drilling equipment' when she had entered the room, finally walking free of her usual frumpy frock with her body and its new addition bared for all to see. She was bigger than him... not that he had ever been that impressive. Bigger than the stallions in the secret magazines that Blueblood had hidden under his mattress when he was younger. Longer and thicker than one of his forelegs.
Maud sniffed his hole and it clenched invitingly. She was going to enjoy this one more than the last few she broke. Something about shattering a stallions spirit, crumbling it like shale, warmed her heart.
"Okay! Okay! Listen... um... if you don't like money then... um... how about I get you somepony else to take my place! Ten ponies! Twenty! A hundred! Your very own harem!" a shiver ran up Blueblood's spine as he felt the tip of the flare gently kiss his winking opening, "Listen to reason! I can get you anything! ANYTHING! There must be something you want from me! Something I can give you!"
"There are lots of things I want from you," breathed Maud, leaning her weight behind the shaft and applying steady pressure, "I'll start taking them in a moment."
"I'll suck it!" the Prince swallowed his pride, "L-l-let me suck it instead! That will feel way better than my f-f-filthy ass! I'll do a really good job! I p-p-promise!"
"But I like filthy things," Maud could see the unicorn's ears turning deep red from the overwhelming shame of volunteering to do the unspeakable in hopes of saving his precious black cherry. She decided to tease him further, "Do you want to suck it?"
Blueblood's eyes welled with tears. Being forced to do this was one thing but being bullied into saying that he wanted it was... But what choice did he have? She would destroy him otherwise.
"I... I want to... yes..." he whispered.
"You don't sound much like you want to suck it..." Maud sounded bored. She shuffled a little closer, planting her hooves firmly on Blueblood's back and heaving back her hips ready to hammer them forward.
"I want it! I want it! I want to suck it really badly! P-p-please let me! I'm d-d-drooling for it! Hungry for it! P-p-please, I'm begging you let me suck your c-c-cock!" whimpered the miserable Prince, completely at the mercy of a mare who had spent most of her life as a farmer.
"Gee, I've never had a stallion offer to suck it before," lied Maud, the last few had made similar gambles to protect their rumps, "You're such a romantic."
"Yeah! I'll... I'll even... swallow it too... if you want me to... all of it..." Blueblood's tears dripped onto the concrete flaw beneath him, running down his cheeks and abandoning him. Just like all his dignity.
"Gulp it all down like a good boy? Oh, how exciting," said Maud, sounding crushingly unimpressed.
"I'll be a good... c-c-c... c-c-cumdumpster," it took the Prince a colossal effort to get the words out, "Every day... I'll... I'll swallow it for you... so just..."
Maud thrust forward with all her might.
Her massive granite-like shaft speared its way inside. Excavating deeper than Blueblood had ever imagined in his darkest wet dreams. He saw double, a searing white pain sending his body into a writing spasm as the unyielding intruder plunged his depths. Drool mixing with his tears on the floor beneath him.
"I don't like to let ponies suck it. It lubricates it and I don't like lubrication. I like it to feel rough. Rough and hard," Maud said flatly, holding herself inside her victim as his warm insides gripped her.
"Arghglgaaagh..." a tortured squawk escaped the pure white unicorn's lips, the only reply he could make as his eyes rolled in the back of his head.
"Hmm?" Maud's curiousity was momentarily peaked, "Are you... hard too? That's strange..."
She was right. Blueblood's rod had stiffened up the very instant she had split him open.
"All the others didn't get hard until after the third or forth time I came inside them. They stayed limp and floppy the first time I used them. Interesting..." Maud gave her hips an experimental buck, watching, intrigued, as Blueblood's cock twitched in response.
The Prince swam in and out of consciousness as his body betrayed him. He could only distantly hear Maud's monotone voice as if she were flatly calling him from across a vast distance. His mind was a blinding white void.
"I said: Are you enjoying this?" Maud sighed, disappointed by his lack of response, "Your little friend certainly is..."
Maud began rocking her hips, slowly back and forth, digging into him and slowly dragging him back to consciousness.
"Haaa! Haaaa! Aaaaah," gasped the snooty Canterlot playboy as a string of precum dripped from his tip as it swung back and forth through the air, matching Maud's movements.
"You are enjoying this. You're making noises like a mare in heat. Twilight said it could take weeks for the stallions to start enjoying their new lives as cumdumpsters but you didn't even last one thrust. Do you play with your butt on your own?" Maud's usually flat tone acquired a curious lilt as her breathing slightly increased to match the swinging motion of her hips.
"Play with my..." it took Blueblood's mind some time to wrap around what she was saying, his thoughts being scrambled with each fresh thrust, "N-n-no... I'm... it hurts... I... ahhh...ahhh... AAAAH!"
The unicorn's body squeezed inward, trying and failing to crush Maud's unbreakable cock. His own prick loosed a volley of watery cream to mix with his tears on the cold hard floor. Agony and ecstacy blurred together as he shuddered.
"You came," said the steely grey stallion destroyer, matter-of-factly, watching him writhe with a vague look of satisfaction on her face.
"I d-d-didn't... I... nnn..." Blueblood couldn't deny it. His mind wasn't even in a state to come up with an excuse. Had he even been feeling pleasure? He couldn't remember. His whole existence had shrunk before the enormous sensation drilling its way in through his rectum.
"I didn't even touch it and it came," Maud bucked forward sharply to punctuate her sentence and Blueblood yelped, his cock leaping back up and standing at attention once more.
"P-p-please... I d-d-don't know what's hap- aaaaah- happening to m-m-me..." his objections were silenced as Maud resumed her unrelenting assault on his body. Slamming in with a force that resonated through his whole body.
"I like you," Maud said simply, a loud slapping noise filling the air as she continues forcefully rutting her new seed recepticle, "I'm going to use you more than the others."
Even though his balls were already empty Blueblood's cock still ached as if he were trapped in an unceasing orgasm. Maud's weight pressing down on him, squashing him, dominating him. Her hoof slammed into the back his skull, forcing him, face first, into the puddle of jizz that he had sprayed onto the floor beneath him. He didn't even try and fight back: he simply lay there, tongue lolling out as Maud had her way.
"You've gone quiet. Tell me more about how much money you have. Didn't you say you were going to have me thrown in jail in the beginning? Come on. Make more threats. Make more offers. Beg more. Cry more. Go on. I'm going to cum inside you if you don't stop me. And if I do that then you really won't be a pony anymore. You really will be nothing more than a cumdumpster," Maud's droning taunts fell on deaf ears.
Maud hadn't been joking about being on the brink. She slowed her thrusts to a powerful grinding motion that finally brought Blueblood back to the land of the living.
"Uhhh... aaahh... nnnn..." his whining sounded an octave higher than its usual pitch.
"Come on. Say something. Stop drooling and looking stupid for a second," Maud bulldozed her way past his prostate causing him to leak a few more drops of cream, "Say something or... I'll stop."
Blueblood snapped back to reality.
"Wha... what?" he spluttered, staring blearily around.
"Say: 'I'm a cumdumpster.' If you don't say it... I'll stop fucking you," Maud knew full well that no matter what he said she was going to rape his ass until his very soul was broken but she was curious to see how far gone he was already.
"I... no... I... that's not...," Maud shifted back her hips, threatening to drag her cock out of his depths. His body clung to her length desperately, now trying not to release the hammer that had reshaped it like clay, "Ah... p-p-please don't... make me... I'm not... ahhh..."
"It feels good, doesn't it?" she hissed in his ear, her dry monotone finally giving way to reveal the lust raging inside her, "This is where you belong. Where you have always belonged. Just say the words 'Prince' Blueblood and I'll give you exactly what you want."
"What I... want?" he mumbled, his hips unconsciously thrusting backwards and bumping against hers.
"That's right. You can feel it churning inside me right now, can't you? Thick as mud, hot as lava. My juices," her cock twitched inside him, sending tingles running up his spine.
"I... I'm a... I'm... I'm your... cum... dumpster..." he rasped, barely aware of what he was saying. All he knew was that this time... he meant it.
Maud sighed with satisfaction. Another stallion broken. This one was faster than the others. She wondered momentarily whether it was his own personal weakness or if her drilling technique was getting better. And then she started slamming into him as hard as she possible could.
Maud reminded herself to thank Twilight for the elasticity enhancing drugs that she had injected into the stallions to ensure they could handle her full girth and force and for evacuating their bowels to make room for her to fill them again. She enjoyed every crease and fold of Blueblood's inner passage as she ploughed through him. Arching her back as each earth shattering thrust pummelled her prey and brought her closer to a tremendous climax.
Suddenly she bit her lip, buried herself as deep as she could in the Prince's back door and quaking violently. Blueblood's mouth hung open, unable to gasp or scream as he felt something coursing down the length of her shaft. It thundered into him, barrelling through his intestines, cascading deeper and deeper.
He felt his belly sag, touching the cold floor beneath them but he didn't feel its chill. A boiling warmth was filling his body from the inside. His mind felt like it was drifting high above his body, floating on a milky white cloud as his belly continued to swell. He felt like he was trapped in perpetual ecstasy, his prick jerking through dry orgasm after dry orgasm.
"Mmm. That was fun," said Maud, sounding passably satisfied as she inspected the bloated whimpering wreck of a stallion that lay before her, wobbling on his inflated tummy, "Well, that was round one. Let's get started on round two."
"Ahh... ahaha... ahahaha..." replied her cumdumpster.
~~~
Trixie's eyes flickered red as a jet of energy burned a hole through the twisted barbed wire fence that encircled the looming, dark facility that cast is shadow over the muddy wasteland. The rain beat down on the grim scene but Trixie wasn't wet, a magic crafted shield held the rain at bay.
"Hmph! So this is where they dragged you Twilight Sparkle! How pathetic! To think that the only pony who could barely compare with Trixie's majesty and mastery of the magical arts would be so easily conquered," Trixie trotted confidently onward through the beating rain toward the grim building that lay ahead, "Well, no matter. The Great and Powerful Trixie is here to save the day!"
The one I wrote a year after all the others: Derpy and arb background ponies
A pendulous strand of drool hung from Derpy's lower lip, swaying slightly as she swung her hips back and forth. Eventually it snapped, adding itself to the rivers of sweat running down Nurse Redheart's heaving back. The conscientious earth pony still smelled vaguely of hospital disinfectant but the many other scents of the breeding center swallowed it up like a single drop of medicine in an ocean of virulent cream.
Her cunt was tighter than Berry Punch's juicy cherry, not as tight as Amethyst Star had been but still... Redheart's inner walls were relatively smooth and allowed Derpy's swollen prick to glide inside and out with ease.
Derpy had no idea how long she had been strapped to the machine. Her hind hooves bound to shackles on the cold hard floor, her front hooves strapped to a steel bar suspended overhead. She was in a tiny cubicle, grey walls to her sides and to the rear. Dully she was aware that there were cubicles to her left and right. Dully she was aware that in those cubicles were other... 'mares'... with new appendages just like hers, pumping their new attachments into the breeding chamber's offerings. Their animalistic grunts and squeaks drifted over the walls of the cubicle and mingled with Derpy's own moans and Nurse Redheart's heavy gasps and whimpers, blending together in a symphony of unbridled lust.
Redheart was bound to a steel panel in front of Derpy, all four hooves glued to the heartless metal. A small, minimalist framework pressed against her chest and flanks, preventing her from retreating away from Derpy's invasive thrusts or allowing her rump to become misaligned with her new 'partner'. The watery syrup that leaked from her pussy made a metallic tink... tink... tink noise as it dripped down to the ground below. A shiver of fresh pleasure ran up Derpy's spine. Exceptionally tight. With many of the tighter mares Derpy had really had to force her way inside: as if their breeding holes were fighting against the powerful invader that drove into them. Yet, Redheart's insides were smooth, slick and wonderfully warm. Derpy fluttered her wings as she slid in and out. Redheart had one of the best one's she'd felt so far. She secretly wished that the conveyer belt might bring her back later for another round.
Derpy hammered her hips forward as she felt the town nurse's kitty clench down in orgasm. A violent flood of warmth washed over Derpy's meat spike of a cock and then the tink... tink... tink sound became a crescendo as Redheart squirted, the fruit of Derpy's labors splattering their respective hooves. The cross-eyed pegasus waited patiently as her partner soaked them both. Some of the ponies that had been offered to Derpy had wailed, whinnied or screamed as they came but Redheart was completely silent: her mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air, her whole body quaking with each clench her inner walls gave.
"I'm... I'm really sorry... I...I don't wanna do this but they won't let us... let us stop... I can't..." Derpy murmured, partially to comfort herself. She wasn't sure how much of that was even true at this point. Would she stop if they unstrapped her at this point? Or was it far.... far too late? She'd resisted at first, of course, but then they'd sprayed her with that gas and everything had gone so hazy. Because of all the straps and shackles all she could really move was her head... and her hips... yes, she could definitely... definitely move her hips.
She tried to think back. What had been the order? She could hardly recall through the haze in her mind. First had been Bon Bon. They had had to gas Derpy in order to get her thrusting the first time so she could only dimly recall what Bon Bon's insides had felt like. She had been Derpy's first. A loud and nasal mare who had been slow to cum but who had hit a number of orgasms in quick succession towards the end. Her hot and creamy cunt had been easy to hammer into but hard to drag out of, gripping fiercely onto anything that plunged into it. Derpy had fought to hold back her orgasm as long and as hard as she could that first time but all was in vain. She'd filled Bon Bon with her first ever load, her first orgasm using her new male anatomy. As soon as Derpy had finished with her the metal plate that Bon Bon was strapped to had hissed, slid back and then carried the mare away down the conveyor belt.
Then, with another hiss it had brought Derpy her next offering. Amethyst Star. The pink unicorn's purple mane had been matted with sweat when she arrived, her eyes half lidded and vacant. The conveyor belt had hissed to a halt then slid her back into position... forcing Derpy inside her. Amethyst Star had been unbearably tight but the sweet semi-conscious murmuring noises she had made had driven Derpy into a frenzy as she tried to force her way deeper into the crushingly firm tunnel. The flesh had simply refused to yield no matter how hard Derpy grinded into it. In no time at all the ditzy pegasus had hit her second climax and sent a thick, sticky flurry into Amethyst's depths. The mare had let out the tiniest of squeaks as she was filled and then... like clockwork the machine had pulled her away and sent her on down the conveyor belt. Where was it taking the mares they had finished with? Why was this happening? Who were the mares Derpy could here gasping and whimpering in the cubicles to the left and right of her? She had had no time to ponder any of this. The machine had simply delivered her next mating partner.
Berry Punch had not been very tight but extremely moist. Like thrusting into an overly ripe fruit. Her insides, however, had been pleasantly creased: more than enough to stimulate Derpy's tip as she powered in and out. Berry Punch had been the first of many to seem to be enjoying herself. Begging for more, arching her back and meeting Derpy's force on each downward plunge. Derpy had tried to ask her where they were or what was going on but had become too engrossed in the slutty way Berry Punch's booty bounced and rippled moment to moment. Derpy had added a little cream to the Berry Punch... or a lot of cream... or so much cream that the mare's womb has swollen like a waterballoon on the verge of bursting. And then, the machine had hissed and whisked her away down the conveyor belt and out of site.
Next had been Rarity. Ponyville's most fashionable mare had seemed to be in some kind of trance, mumbling incoherently to herself. Her insides were like warm, moist velvet. Elegant and inviting despite the brutish nature of their thick, meaty uninvited guest. Rarity had moaned as she was skewered repeatedly but the pleasure seemed to not be enough to break her trance. Derpy had tried to slow her hips, to enjoy the fleshy fabric of Rarity's cunt a little longer but in no time she could endure it no longer. The conveyor belt had taken the fashionista away: her tummy sagging slightly with the weight of slimy load that coated her womb.
Lily Valley had been next. Oh, sweet Celestia: Lily Valley. The town hypochondriac had been strangely nonchalant about her situation. "Oh, just get it over with," she had said, tossing her mane and rolling her eyes. Derpy had obliged. Lily Valley's marehood had been incredibly soft. Like a cunt made of marshmallows. Delicious to drill into with a strangely sticky sensation that provided more than adequate friction on each downward drive. Lily had lost her uncaring composure pretty quickly. Shifting her rear in an effort to guide Derpy to just the right spots. The squishy folds of Lily's honey pot had compressed as the mare peaked. Derpy's insatiably cock had pumped a cupful of steaming hot seed down that soft, carnal chamber. Then the steel plate had slid away, carrying off the freshly creampied mare and bringing on the next one.
Aloe from the spa had been next. The machine must have been misaligned for that one. It took Derpy a few seconds to see through the haze of her own lust and tell what had happened. As the steel plate had slit Aloe back to impale her marehood Derpy's cock had twitched in anticipation. The sudden violent twitch had brought her cock up to kiss the spa pony's asshole. The machine, uncaringly, had continued to slide Aloe back into position. Aloe had let out an almighty whinny as a thick, newly attached but already well used stallionhood stretched her pucker wide open and drove its way into her bowels. Not that the malfunction had stopped Derpy' hips from thrusting for a second. If anything the added tightness and the rippling creases of her anus had given a second wind to the already fatigued Derpy. Lily's juices had proved adequate stimulation and in a matter of time Aloe's bowels were flooded. Stream's of milky goop swelling her tummy. Then without a word she was carried away: her slightly red asshole clenching and unclenching, occasionally spitting out a string of liquid pearls.
Then Golden Harvest with a muscular, musky and powerfully tight cunt. Blossomforth, soft supple and oh so stretchable. Holly Dash with a pussy that squirmed and writhed with life as it was pounded into submission. Wild Fire with a blisteringly hot kitty and hips that bucked back to meet Derpy's every thrust. And on. And on. She couldn't clear her mind enough to remember them all. There had been so many. How long had she been here? Each one slid up in front of her then slid back into place. She came inside each one and then they were carried off. She felt like an instrument in a finely tuned machine.
"Are you... are you okay?" asked Derpy. Redheart didn't answer, her head hanging low, her eyes swimming in her skull. The pink bun that she usually tied her mane into had started to unravel, fountains of pink hair glued themselves to her sweat drenched shoulders.
"Um..." Derpy gave an experimental thrust and Redheart's head lurched violently upright like one woken suddenly from a nightmare, "I'm really sorry about this... I don't know how all this happened but... I'm sure this is all my fault somehow." "It's... it's not..." gasped Redheart, finally breaking her silence, "There are so many others. I think there's something in the air that stops us all from resisting. I... I've been round twice already... They make you guys... ejaculate inside us and then they clean us up and strap us to this machine that vibrates... I think it like... scrambles our minds or something... I couldn't stop myself from cumming... so many times. I feel so stupid..."
Derpy felt her cock twitch with yearning. She wanted to start thrusting again. She wanted to glide back into the nurse. Her smooth entrance. She wanted to feel the stab of excitement as the tip of her cock kissed Redheart's womb. She needed it. Just like she needed air to breathe.
"I can't... I... I'm so sorry... You're not stupid it... it's me that's... ahh..." Derpy's misaligned eyes welled up with tears, the scene in front of her suddenly blurring.
"Hey..." Redheart winced slightly as Derpy's member twitched inside her, "Don't cry... ah... listen, I... Whatever happens... whatever they do to us I'm... I want you... all of you to know that it was an honour to serve as a nurse in Ponyville... I... I was glad I got to be you friend, okay? I... Agh!"
Redheart was cut off as the floodgates in Derpy's mind finally broke. She powered forward with all her might, the head of her cock slamming into the mouth of Redheart's womb and poking its ugly head inside.
"I'll... I'll give you healthy foals at least... I'm s-s-sorry if they don't end up being very bright," she could tell, from the noises her breeding partner was making , that Redheart couldn't hear her anymore but she kept talking anyway, "I don't know what this thing is they've attached to my body but it... it never runs out. Never gets tired. Always wants more. And it feels so... so good. Each new one they bring me feels different. I wonder how many of them I got pregnant... how many of them I... ah... it always squirts out such thick stuff... always... here... let me... let me show you..."
A now all too familiar sensation washed over Derpy as she plunged as deep as she could. She felt the potent jet of cum swell her thick shaft slightly and spurt out of the tip with the force of a fire hydrant. Six... seven... eight hard squirts and then a few afterquakes that merely leaked a bit more into an already overstuffed nurse.
The plate beneath Redheart hissed with satisfaction and slide her out. Some of Derpy's ejection splattered out, mixing with Redheart's juices on the steel plate beneath her. Then the conveyor belt slid her off to the right and out of sight. Derpy tried to catch her breath, tried to supress her anticipation. Who would be next? She nibbled her lower lip. Who would be the next pony to be offered to her? The next to bare her seed? How would their delicious marehood's feel gripping her shaft? The conveyor belt brought her next offering.
Dinky Doo. The filly was mounted on a special harness that would bring her rump up to the height of an adult mare. The perfect height to get penetrated by a certain pegasus' rigid member.
"Mom?" her eyes were wide, staring about. She wasn't dazed, lost in lust like so many of the others. She was fresh. Aware. Yet to be used.
"No... no... no..."
The machine locked her steel plate into place out in front of Derpy's cubicle and began sliding the mare backwards toward the beastly cock, aching to devour her.
"No, no, no, no, no..."
The puffs of gas were released. Derpy's cock throbbed with appreciation.
