Sunset has a big secret in her pants that she shares with her friends.
Sunset Shimmer is a magical pony alien. Sometimes that weird fact don't mean diddly in her day-to-day life and interactions with her human friends. But sometimes it means a whole lot. Like...what happens when a technical pony...pony-ups? Weird stuff. Weird stuff happens, like Sunset suddenly gaining more pony anatomy than just the cute little ears.
Rarity hummed to herself as she put away her keytar into its case. Practice had been good. The session had even managed to produce the makings of a new song. It was going to need some polish, but she was sure Rainbow and Fluttershy could work out the kinks on the timing and vocals. The harmonies it called for from her keytar were simplistic, but lovely, and served as an excellent bridge from the deep strumming bass from Applejack to the high pitched caterwauling of Dash’s lead guitar.
She giggled to herself and zipped the case closed. It never failed to surprise her when their music triggered the transformations that lead to those adorable pony ears that sprouted from her head. While Princess Twilight had not come up with a full explanation of the phenomenon, she and Sunset Shimmer had kept up correspondence though that magical book, to discuss it.
Eventually, that lead to Sunset hypothesizing that the residual Equestrian magic from bringing that crown to their world was being called forth by the musical harmonies they were creating. Something about it had to do with the ponies from their world all bursting into song and dance routines without warning. The thought of that made her giggle even harder. It must be what living inside a broadway play would be like. Only with colorful ponies performing it all. Zippering the case close, Rarity stood up strait to look around the room for any loose items or junk left over from practice. Being a weekend meant they had no access to the band room at school, but thankfully Pinkie Pie had come to the rescue with a mostly empty separated garage they could use. Her family owned the building and allowed the group of girls to get as loud as they wanted on condition of keeping it clean.
Rarity frowned when she spotted a shiny foil wrapper on the floor not far from her. “Oh really, Rainbow, must you leave these powerbar wrappers everywhere?” She walked over to the offending bit of detritus and picked it up gingerly. This wasn’t the first time she’d found one and the inside of the foil tended to be sticky. “Honestly, you could have at least checked before running off. It’s a good thing I stayed behind and found it. Wouldn’t want the Pies to throw us out over your carelessness.”
Rarity sighed and took the wrapper to the back of the garage where they generally entered and left the building. There was a short hall there with space for laundry machines and a full bathroom, but most importantly, it was where the Pies kept the garbage can. It was one of those large plastic affairs with a heavy, hinged lid and cavernous liner. Which was a good thing, considering the amount of food wrappers, plastic cups, take out containers and other waste their group produced. Rarity gagged a little and made note to mention to Pinkie it was past time to take the bin to the curb for pick-up as she tossed in the powerbar wrapper. She slammed the lid closed again and turned back to grab her keytar when she noticed Sunset’s guitar propped against the wall next to the other girl’s backpack and the closed door to the bathroom. She was certain Sunset had left first, practically flying out the door as soon they’d stop playing. Sunset was even still glowing from the ponying-up transformation when speed murmuring goodbyes.
Rarity arched an eyebrow and walked over to the closed door. She paused a step away, listening for any sounds coming from the bathroom. If Sunset was in there, she didn’t want to interrupt things. But then again, it had been almost a half hour since practice ended and everyone else was long gone at this point. Nothing seemed amiss. She didn’t hear anything from the bathroom. Perhaps Sunset had, in the rush to leave, simply forgotten her things? Rarity shook her head. Forgetting one thing was a simple mistake, but everything? That seemed suspicious. Maybe Sunset did forget everything, but wouldn’t the girl have returned by now? Or maybe something was wrong? Rarity’s mind raced as she tried to put together whatever reason could have caused Sunset to just leave her things or keep the girl trapped in the bathroom for more than twenty minutes. It certainly wasn’t like Sunset kept herself in make-up like Rarity did.
Unable to think of anything, Rarity reached out and turned the knob on the door. She’d merely meant to check if it was locked. In her imagination Sunset was waiting patiently inside, having somehow locked herself in. She didn’t mean to yank open the door suddenly. But the door wasn’t locked. The door did open suddenly at her touch. Sunset was inside, but the girl was not waiting patiently. There was a brief moment, however, right before Rarity’s mind registered Sunset sitting on the toilet and forced her to avert her eyes that she took notice of a few things. Namely that Sunset was not using the toilet, her skirt still firmly in place, and that Sunset seemed to have something long and tube-shaped in her hands. But then they both yelped in surprise, Rarity looking away while Sunset bent double and fumbled her hands.
“Sunset!”
“Rarity!”
Rarity recovered first and pulled the door closed. Unfortunately, she was currently occupying the space where it normally stood and she stumbled awkwardly around until she could get it to sit fully in the frame. Double unfortunately, her stumbling on the bathroom linoleum left her on the inside of the room rather than the outside. She landed, back against the door, looking down at Sunset where she was hastily rearranging her clothing. “I...er...um...I’m sorry!” Rarity smiled nervously. “I was just...I was curious...I…” Her mouth opened and closed several times, sounds completely unrelated to words tumbling out. Finally, she settled on, “There was trash.”
“What?” Sunset swallowed, confusion twisting her expression into a grimace. She sat up slightly, pulling her skirt back down her legs toward her knees. The cloth stretched and she could feel it biting into the back of her thighs. “What are you doing, Rarity? I thought I was the only one here. Is the bathroom no longer sacred?”
“I’m sorry!” Rarity huffed, embarrassment morphing into irritation in an instant. “I was cleaning up and noticed your things in the hall. I was curious what could have you still here when you seemed like you were in a big hurry earlier.” She sighed, straighten up and smoothing her rumpled shirt. “I didn’t mean to barge in, darling, honestly! It was a mistake, but it’s not like I walked in on you using the faculties!”
“I practically was!” Sunset groaned and forced herself to sit normally, pressing her legs together to try and keep from presenting to her friend. “I might really have to now. You just about scared it out of me, Rarity.”
“Hehe...sorry. I truly am.” Rarity smiled again and took a deep, calming breath. “Well...surprises aside, what are you doing in here? Everyone else has left and it’s getting late.” She eyed Sunset, her smile fading. The girl was sitting oddly, tense and guarded. That made a sort of sense, but even more odd was the faint red glow coming off Sunset’s skin and the pointy pony ears sticking up through her hair. The same transformation had ended for Rarity almost immediately after their last set, the built up magic flittering off to who knows where and leaving her wholly human once more. Sunset, it seemed, was having quite the different experience. “Why are you still like that, Sunset? Is there something magical going on?”
“Oh yeah,” Sunset smirked, looking away from Rarity, “there’s something magical going on. Something I don’t understand just yet.”
“Should I call the girls? Do we need to get a message to Princess Twilight?” Rarity gasped, her voice growing higher pitched with each word. She would go through anything for her friends, even another magical adventure, but it seemed like these sorts of things were happening more and more frequently.
“No! No...nothing like that.” Sunset sighed, and laid her hands in her lap. Under her palms she could feel the warmth coming off her. “It’s...more personal. This time.” Sunset shook her head, struck with an uncomfortable idea. “I hope it stays that way too. I don’t want any of you to have to deal with this too.”
Rarity pushed off the door, their awkward position forgotten for the moment. She clapped her hands together. “Sunset! You don’t have to deal with...whatever is going on...alone! You have friends now. Friends that will help you, no matter what. Friends like me, Sunset. Just tell me what’s going on and we can come up with a way to make it right.”
“Oh you’ve helped enough already, Rarity.” Sunset blinked, clapping her hands over her mouth. She hadn’t meant to say that. She didn’t need Rarity to know about the part she’d played in Sunset’s condition. The way Rarity’s hair glittered in the lights of the garage, the way her loose blouse hugged certain curves when playing the keytar, or the way Rarity’s skirt rode up when the girl was getting passionate with the music they played. It made Sunset’s skirt tighter and without her hands in her lap to help keep it down, the cloth popped up into a tent in her lap.
Sunset looked up at Rarity, her eyes wide.
Rarity looked down at Sunset’s bulged out skirt, her eyes wide.
Silence reigned in the bathroom for the next minute or two. Slowly, Rarity raised one hand to point at the barely contained elephant in the room. “What. Is. That?”
“Uh…” Sunset waved her hands about for a second and then shrugged. “My...magic...problem?” She touched the bulge gently, pushing it down some. “It’s been going on for a while. Almost since we first started this magical transformation business. Normally it doesn’t affect me, but when...er...it’s like this, I can’t end the transformation until an hour or two passes...or I...well, you know.”
“You mean?” Rarity made a fist and pumped it up and down.
Sunset nodded solemnly.
“Why on earth is it like that now?” Rarity dropped her hands to her sides, eyes still wide and locked on Sunset. “What could have possibly caused that during band practice of all things? It’s just us girls here…” Rarity snapped her mouth closed. Sunset’s comment a moment ago about her helping played back in her mind. “Oh.”
“Yeeeeaaaahhh.” Sunset blushed. “I didn’t want to bother you guys with it. I’ve been handling the situation myself, so I figured I’d be able to keep this off the group radar. But today things were really flowing and we were having a great jam session. You were jumping around laying down those harmonies and your shirt kept shifting around so much I thought you were going to come right out of it, Rarity.”
“You mean,” Rarity gently pressed her fingertips to her lips, “that it’s my fault you’re like this?” She stared at the tight looking bulge in Sunset’s skirt, her breathing short and quick. “For all the effect the rumormill around school says I have on the boys...this is the first time I’ve ever seen an actual ‘pitched tent!’”
“It’s a little uncomfortable, Rarity.” Sunset sighed and waved at the bathroom door. “When it gets like this, I either wait it out or…” Sunset made a fist with one hand and jerked it up and down quickly. “So since I don’t particularly want to hang out in here reading these old magazines for another hour, I kind of need to take care of things.”
Rarity continued to stare at Sunset’s lap. It wobbled slightly with Sunset’s every movement, the peak of the bulge pressing the cloth of the skirt into a tantalizing hint at what lay underneath. The way it conformed and wrinkled suggested that either Sunset had a very interesting curve hidden in her lap or there was more pole than skirt to tent. Rarity wasn’t sure which possibility made her drool more.
“Uh...Rarity?”
Rarity blinked, hearing her name and looked up. “Er...yes, darling?”
“Are you gonna go?” Sunset raised an eyebrow. “I just said I need to take care of things.”
“Oh. Yes...of course.”
“Lock the door on your way out. I don’t need anyone else walking in on me.” Sunset sighed again and grabbed the hem of her skirt, waiting for Rarity to leave the bathroom and let her get some relief.
Instead, Rarity continued to stand there and stare.
Sunset was about to say something again when Rarity seemed to break whatever spell had come over her and turned to the door. Except instead of opening it, Rarity turned the lock on the door handle before looking back over her shoulder with the thirstiest look Sunset could ever recalling seeing on Rarity.
“Since this is my fault, Sunny dear...why don’t I help out?” Rarity turned around slowly, keeping her hands on the metal knob to keep from reaching for the fleshy one a few steps away. “It would be the friendly...generous thing to do.” Rarity licked her lips, rolling her shoulders so that her wide neck-lined top slipped down one arm. Sunset was staring at her open mouthed as she let go of the door and took those few steps forward, hips swaying exaggeratedly. She stopped just shy of Sunset’s knees and bent slightly at the waist to let her shirt hang suggestively in front of Sunset’s face.
“R-R-Rarity!?” Sunset choked, her eyes wide as she got an eyeful of cleavage and the lacy cage holding it back inside Rarity’s shirt. “I-I-I uh...I mean…thanks...but I can...do this…” Her hands tightened on her skirt until her knuckles turned white. Under her skirt, her magical modification was getting harder somehow and tightening the cloth painfully.
Rarity didn’t say anything, smiling like the cat that knew it was about to eat the canary. She planted one hand on the counter next to Sunset while reaching down to gently pry the other girl’s fingers loose from the deathgrip Sunset had on her own clothing. She guided Sunset’s hand instead to her belt, unclipping it and untucking her shirt. Sunset’s wide gaze turned toward confusion for a moment, but then Rarity guided Sunset’s hand higher and under the blue cotton to cup the lacy demi bra she wore. Sunset’s cool fingers squeezed down on her breast, making Rarity hiss softly through her teeth. Her grip freed up, Rarity dropped her hand back down to Sunset’s impressive lap tent and ran her palm over the knob there. It was hot to the touch, even through the skirt, and the touch made Sunset jump and shiver in a most pleasing way.
Rarity’s smile broadened when Sunset started to whimper almost sub-vocally. She moved her hand in small circles, polishing the tip of Sunset’s tent pole with her palm while her nails trailed over the wrinkles and odd shapes that flesh pole was making with the taunt skirt material. Sunset was looking more and more red by the moment, the girl’s eyes bouncing from Rarity’s handiwork to Rarity’s chest and back again in rapid succession. The hand on her tit was less frantic, however, tenderly cupping and lifting, the fingertips getting warm as they slowly worked inward toward her still covered nipple.
They kept at it for a few minutes in mutual almost silence. Rarity palmed Sunset through the skirt, making the former pony whimper and twitch. Sunset worked Rarity’s boobs through the fashionista’s silk and lace bra, making Rarity groan quietly in the back of her throat. Sunset gasped when she felt Rarity’s now hard little nub pressing back into her hand, and started to worm her way under the bra. She was just starting to feel the raised, pebbly texture of Rarity’s areola when Rarity let go of her and pulled up her hand in surprise. Sunset looked down between them, her already flaming blush ratcheting up another level when she saw the damp stain spreading around the peak of her skirt tent.
Rarity lifted her hand up, running her fingers and thumb through the clear residue until they came away sticky and trailing strands of Sunset’s precum. “My my! Sunset, you really must let me help out more often! Just look at how backed up you are.” Her smile turned kittenish again. “Why don’t we see what we’re working with here, hmm?” Rarity hooked her fingernails under Sunset’s hemline, peeling the skirt back until that hidden dong popped out, and released to expand fully, slapped her in the ribs. Rarity froze, her smile turning into a nervous grimace and a light sweat broke out on her forehead.
“Rarity…?” Sunset blinked, trying to focus her blurry vision. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh...uh...nothing, Sunny.”
“But,” Sunset groaned, using her free hand to rub her face, “you stopped?”
Rarity shifted away from Sunset, looking down her own body at the dick between them. It was enormous in her eyes, standing hard and proud with a little bit of an upward curve, the tip still leaking some clear natural lubricants. It was the same color as Sunset’s skin, maybe a little darker along the shaft, while the head was a lighter pink. While not the first cock she’d seen in person, it was different than anything in Rarity’s experience, its attachment to her female friend notwithstanding. Sunset Shimmer, as best she could tell, had what could only be described as a horsedick.
“It’s just...how do I put this?” Rarity took a deep breath and reached down to touch the massively flared head of Sunset’s dong. It was hot and firm while also soft and spongy in the best kind of way that only a dick can achieve at the height of arousal. “I was expecting a human...dick. Though...I suppose it makes as much sense as anything else involving our magical powers.” Rarity looked back up at Sunset, her smile softening again and she reached up to the pointy pony ears sticking out of Sunset’s red hair. They felt soft and downy. The combined touch of her dick and ears seemed to really work Sunset over though and the girl practically neighed.
Sunset, caught up in the moment, sagged where she sat on the toilet for a moment before her mind clicked over on the noises she was making under Rarity’s skilled touch. She gasped, slapping both hands over her face and peeked out between her fingers up at Rarity. “Oh god...I’m sorry! That just sort of...slipped out! It’s this whole pony-ing up thing! It affects me in strange small ways!” She cringed awkwardly, pulling in her elbows and knees defensively. “I’m sorry my dick is weird...er…weirder than just the fact that I have one.”
“Oh you don’t have to apologize to me, Sunset.” Rarity giggled and circled her fingers around the shaft, just below the head of Sunset’s literal horse dong. Her thumb and middle finger didn’t meet, it was so thick. “Besides, I would say there was nothing small about this change...odd though it is.” She squeezed a little harder, the flesh compacting slightly until her nails just barely brushed each other. Above her hand, another wave of the clear precum welled up out of Sunset’s dick to drip and flow down. Rarity smirked at Sunset’s fluttering eyes and the moan that her actions elicited. She moved Sunset’s cock back towards its owner and looked down at the base where it merged seamlessly with Sunset’s groin and flowed right into the girl’s equally wet and plump pussy. “For someone with no balls, you certainly do produce a rather large amount of fluids.”
“Sometimes it’s a real hassle to clean up afterwards.” Sunset groaned again, her legs relaxing while she continued to partially hide her face behind her hands. She twitched when Rarity suddenly let go of her and stepped back. “Hey, wait! Please don’t go, Rarity.”
“Oh I’m not going anywhere, darling.” Rarity giggled again and reached up to her loose top to pull it over her head and set it aside on the counter. Her lacy bra joined it a moment later. Rarity stood there, toppless before a stunned looking Sunset, and put a hand on her hip. “I just wanted to make sure I didn’t mess up my outfit. Ready to keep going, hmm?”
Sunset nodded, breathing hard. Rarity took her by the wrists and guided her hands up to the firm twin heavens that were Rarity’s breasts, the nipples hard as diamonds. Sunset tensed, her body refusing to relax until her fingers where sunken well into that soft warm flesh. She sighed and cooed softly, hefting and kneading with her hands. “Oh god...thank you, Rarity. You don’t know how much I needed this. Hiding this from you girls has been a lot of trouble...er...not that I have erections every time we pony up or anything! I just mean that I was scared that you’d all think it was too weird and gross or something and I really didn’t like keeping secrets and all the whole magic business—!”
Rarity shut Sunset up with a finger pressed to the former pony’s lips. “Hush, darling. You don’t have to explain yourself.” She lifted her own skirt and made a show of straddling Sunset’s legs so that they were both sitting and facing each other, Sunset’s hands on her breasts and Sunset’s monster sized phallus between them. “This is definitely weird, Sunset,” she ran her finger over the tip of Sunset’s cock, dragging it across the opening and gathering some of the precum, “but it isn’t gross.” Rarity brought her finger to her mouth and suckled it for a moment. “Quite the opposite, in fact!”
Rarity smiled seductively, her eyes half-lidded as she wrapped her fingers around Sunset and squeezed gently before stroking down hard from head to the thick medial ring. The copious fluids Sunset had already produced made her hand slick, the skin gliding smoothly through the ‘C’ shape her fingers made like a well oiled piston. Sunset cried out, a bit louder than before when she hit the raised bump of the ring, the cry petering out to a low moan when she reversed direction and stroked up.
“Sunset like?”
Sunset panted, her brain well and truly overheated and blown. She’d enjoyed these sensations before. Having an enormous cock packed with who knew how many nerves wired directly to her pleasure centers had its obvious benefits. But doing this alone, jerking herself off, was nothing compared to the sensation Rarity was sending through her with just a single stroke. Gathering a couple of braincells, Sunset swallowed, gulping down air until she found her shaky voice. “S-Sunset like!”
“Good.” Rarity scooted herself forward a little until Sunset’s dick was touching her from groin to the bottom of her ribcage. It felt fever hot against her belly button. Being closer allowed her lean in, keep a grip on Sunset’s horse cock and nuzzle one of Sunset’s pony-style ears. The tawny coat there smelled like hay and sunshine and faintly of Sunset’s floral shampoo. The ear twitched and flicked away under her breath the same way Opalescence did when the cat was feeling affectionate enough to get close. Rarity inhaled the scents of Sunset, ticked by the strange juxtaposition of the femme scents with the over-sized maleness on her hand. She smirked to herself then took the tip of Sunset’s ear leather in her mouth and started to pump her hand up and down Sunset’s dong with quick, clean motions.
Sunset shook under assault from Rarity’s fingers and tongue. Her ears were super sensitive and having Rarity nibbling gently on one was a dream she’d never realized she’d had come true. She felt alive in ways she’d never experienced before and the whole thing was electrifying. The center of which was certainly her newly installed pole. Rarity’s hand and body felt smooth and rough, warm and cool in equal measure and it was driving her wild. Her hips wanted to buck. Her hands, already full with Rarity’s tits were just holding on for dear life while the girl worked her body toward a rapidly building crescendo.
“Just let it happen, darling.” Rarity purred in Sunset’s ear. She started pumping harder, squeezing on the down stroke, releasing on the up stroke. “We don’t want you stuck in the bathroom for hours now, do we?”
Sunset tried to answer, but all the sounds she could manage were grunts and pleasured gurgles as he tongue started to hang from her mouth. Her world was starting to go white and her thoughts were getting jumbled more and more with every move of the hand milking her dick for all she was worth. The dam was about to burst and Sunset groaned. She checked out, gave herself over to the pleasure and let magically altered nature take her wherever it wanted.
Rarity’s strokes got faster and she kept Sunset’s dick tight against her belly. Her own breathing was getting shallow and rapid, her body responding to Sunset’s frustration and begging for attention. Sunset was getting harder and thicker in her hand, the mushroom cap of Sunset’s dick wider than ever and turning a reddish purple. Rarity started to pant in time with the girl under her, leaning down to watch her fist start to blur with her stroking. Sunset tensed, locking up as the girl reached some absolute limit and Rarity dived in, inspiration hitting her, and took Sunset’s lips with her own in a deep kiss.
Their tongues touched and Sunset exploded.
What felt like forever later, Rarity pulled back from the kiss and gasped for oxygen. Her body was still shaking and when she looked down at Sunset, she was surprised to see that the redhead had already transformed back to her regular form. Sunset’s ears and massive horsedong were nowhere in sight. However the hot sticky mess it created was still there, coated to her stomach and breasts. More than a little of the cream even managed to to find its way to her upper chest and around her neck. “My word, Sunset! It seems you really needed that...this is quite the pearl necklace you’ve given me!”
“O-only,” Sunset slurred, eyes blinking out of sync, “the best...for you.”
Rarity giggled, running her finger through the cream offering that was dripping off one nipple. “Good thing we’re already in the bathroom, hmm? I think we could both use a shower.” She stood up, easing off Sunset awkwardly before turning to the tub and pulling back the curtain. Rarity slipped off her belt, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the ground. She stepped out of it and her boots before reaching down to turn on the faucet. She looked back at Sunset and smiled. “Besides, generous though I am, I do believe you owe me.”
She slapped her hip and then bent at the waist to slide her panties down her legs. Rarity smirked, glancing back at Sunset who was getting a full view of her cheeks and secret garden. She tossed aside her underwear and with one hand on the edge of the tub for support, Rarity reached back to pull a bit of pliable flesh and flash pink. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
Sunset nodded, her eyes widening the whole way through Rarity’s little strip tease. She struggled to stand, still wobbly from fresh orgasm, and tore at her clothing. To her credit, Rarity barely had time to rinse off before Sunset hopped into the shower and dropped to her knees behind the girl.
“I’m sorry, darling!” Rarity leaned back from Sunset’s glowing form, the edges of her mouth twitching up in a nervous grin. “It just sort of came up in conversation...and you did say you didn’t want to keep it a secret from your friends, so I thought…”
Sunset groaned, burying her face in her hands while all her friends stood around her in the garage, their instruments and empty food containers sitting forgotten for the moment on the floor or in their stands. Practice had gone well again. That little seed of a song had already blossomed into something worthy of lyrics. Rainbow Dash already had a few ideas that she kept murmuring all throughout. She was doing it while they all stared at Sunset.
“How does something like that even come up?” Sunset threw up her hands, flustered that all of her friends seemed to know that right now—right after practice and still glowing with pony-up’ed power—she had a dick. A rather large one when fully aroused at least. Her tight jeans certainly felt fuller than before practice, but her horsedong wasn’t trying to escape. So long as she avoided getting an erection the magic would fade and her transformation would end in a few minutes at most.
“Er...well…” Rarity twiddled her thumbs, looking everywhere but at Sunset.
“Rarity was bragging about how hot she is!”
“Thank you, Pinkie.” Rarity deadpanned, her shoulders slumping dramatically.
“It’s true!” Pinkie grinned, slapping Rarity on the back hard enough to make the girl stumble. “You’re a hottie McThotty, Rarity! If anyone could give a girl a boner, it’s you!”
Everyone burst into laughter, even Sunset chuckling in good nature at Rarity’s sputtering beatboxing. Pinkie’s grin got wider and she hopped over to Sunset’s side while Applejack fanned herself with her hat and held onto Rainbow Dash to keep the other girl from toppling over. Fluttershy wasn’t quite as loud, but their most reserved member was giggling and snorting along with the rest of them.
Once Applejack caught her breath, she slapped her leg. “Well, shoot, sugarcube, I was expecting more, the way Rarity was going on about it. The way she told the story, Sunset was ‘posed to be as long and thick as my forearm!”
“Pfft!” Rainbow Dash sucked in air, hands on her knees and tears in her eyes. “Sounds like Rarity was being generous again with her descriptions! And to think we all bought it on account of Sunset being a pony in a people suit!”
“Oh...um…” Fluttershy cleared her throat softly, “I believe Rarity. But I was hoping for um...more.”
“Ugh, girls. Please.” Sunset sighed and waved at her crotch. “Rarity wasn’t kidding. It’s just…not hard right now. Give me a minute to burn off the excess magic and I’ll be back to normal.”
“Then get hard, Sunset!” Rainbow stood up straight and gave Sunset a thumbs up. “I’ve got money riding on just how much Rarity overstated the size of this thing.”
Sunset stared at Rainbow Dash, her jaw hanging open. “You bet on how big my magical horsedong is?” She gaped as not only RD, but Applejack, Fluttershy and Pinkie all nodded enthusiastically. “You bet on that, but didn’t even question the whole fact that I have extra non-human anatomy?”
“Weird magic stuff like this is getting pretty common around here.” Pinkie Pie reached into her hair and pulled out a handful of confetti sprinkles. A second later, she tossed them into the air to go off like tiny fireworks. “Plus! You ARE a magical alien pony transformed into a person that also transformed into a demon! And there was the time with the fire wings on the roof and the fire department was called. Aaaannndd there was the time you had those less flammable light wings and hugged actual human Twilight Sparkle into being not actually evil!”
“Er...yeah. Okay,” Sunset shrugged, offering a slanted smile to her friends, “point proven, I guess. Either way, I’m not hard, so you guys aren’t going to get to decide your silly bet tonight.”
“Hey, Sunset, high five!”
Before she knew what was going on, Sunset held up her hand and Pinkie slapped their palms together. Pinkie also interlaced their fingers together and her happy grin took on a lewd sort of leer. “What?” Sunset raised an eyebrow, but then she felt the swelling of magic inside her that signaled her gimmicky super empathy powers. “Oh come on!”
Sunset’s eyes started to glow and suddenly her mind went pink, hot, and moist.
Seconds, or maybe minutes later—Sunset wasn’t sure—she was blinking the spots out of her vision and wobbling unsteady while all her friends continued to stare at her, but now wide eyed and slack jawed. Sunset rubbed at her eyes and joined everyone else in gazing at her pants. The snug denim along her right leg was now stretched out from her groin to practically her kneecap. She groaned and shot Pinkie a look just as the bubbly girl pulled a ruler from her mass of curly hair.
“NOW we can decide who won the bet!” Pinkie twirled the ruler in her fingers like one of her drumsticks and bent down to hold it up along Sunset’s trouser snake. “Wowzy! Rarity wasn’t exaggerating after all!”
“I told you I wasn’t!” Rarity folded her arms across her stomach, nose in the air and more than a hint of color on her cheeks. “I did say it was like what I can only image a real horse’s penis would be like.”
Applejack whistled, her eyes on Sunset’s bulge. “That’s mighty impressive, but as the one of us that has worked extensively with livestock and horses, I can assure you it’s not as big as the real thing.” She looked up and flashed Sunset a smile. “No offense.”
“None taken.” Sunset frowned. “Can we just get this over with? My pants are suddenly a lot less comfortable for some reason.”
Rainbow Dash recovered from her shock quickly and scowled. “Crud! I bet that it wasn’t nearly that big! I thought this would be like that time back in first year when Rarity assured us all that she’d beat Fluttershy’s cup size.”
“It was close, Rainbow.” Fluttershy leaned back, taking her own eyes off Sunset to pat the other girl on the shoulder. “And besides, Pinkie beat us all in that department at the end.”
“I have no idea how long it is!” Pinkie Pie popped back up and slipped the ruler coolly back into her hair. “But it’s longer than my measuring stick! So I guess I lost too!”
“Um...me too.” Fluttershy looked at the floor and then back up at Rarity. “I’m sorry I didn’t have faith in you, Rarity.”
“Oh...it’s fine, darling. But I’m ready to go home, if it’s all the same. It is growing late and I have some things to attend at the boutique.”
Sunset grunted, adjusting her pants to try and get some measure of comfort. The jeans were rough against her dick and the tightness was well beyond what might have been enjoyable. Note to self, Sunset thought grimly, wear skirts to practice. That was a lot more comfortable in case I get girl wood. She frowned. Secondary note to self, stop having a penis ASAP!
“Well, before anyone takes off, “Applejack smirked and held her hat out like a donation plate, “pay up! I bet Sunset was hung to her knees and I got closest!” She laughed, as the other girls, particularly Rainbow, grumbled and fished out wallets from their bags. Soon enough, Applejack was thumbing her way through a slim stack of bills while everyone else was busy picking up their things. “Hey Dash, since I’ve had me a sudden windfall, you want to grab some thai on the way?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Make sure you don’t leave any wrappers behind this time!”
“Time for me to run, see you girls at school tomorrow.”
Sunset hefted her backpack and her guitar, angling the case against her leg. If she held it right, she was sure it would block anyone from seeing her obvious dong bulge on the walk home. “This is going to burn...maybe I still have some of that anti-inflammatory cream at home?” She was cinching the straps on her case a little tighter when a hand landed on her shoulder, making Sunset jump in surprise. She turned and looked back into Pinkie Pie’s too wide smile.
“Heyya, Sunset! Just so you know, Rarity also told us how to make your horsedong go away too.” Pinkie wagged her eyebrows. “And I wouldn’t want you to have to walk home uncomfortably.”
“Um…” Sunset swallowed, her face feeling hotter than a moment earlier. “...are you sure?”
Pinkie nodded and grabbed Sunset by the jacket and started shoving her towards the exit. “Don’t worry about it! My parents are out tonight and I already got permission to have a sleepover! We’re all covered.”
The walk from the garage to Pinkie’s house was blissfully short, as the friction was building up faster than Sunset had expected. At first it was sort of thrilling, a tingling rub all across her shaft, but by the time they were inside again, it was starting to pinch and tug at the rim of her glans. Sunset grimaced at the sight of the stairs leading up to the second floor and Pinkie’s bedroom. Pinkie bounced up them in her typical exuberance, Sunset following. She’d barely gotten a leg up on the first step when one of the other Pie siblings popped out from the house’s family room across from the stairs.
Limestone Pie scowled at Sunset, one hand on the door frame as she hung out into the entryway in a loose tank top. Sunset flashed her a nervous smile and took another step as carefully as she could to not draw attention to her legs where there was another pulse of arousal. Pinkie’s pies weren’t the only set in the family to outdo all their friends.
Limestone looked up at her sister. “Hey, is the garage all cleaned and packed up? Ma and Pa said you had to keep it clear or no more practice!”
“It’s all taken care of!” Pinkie chirped from the top of the stairs.
Sunset took another super casual step. Limestone’s eyes snapped back to her, scanning Sunset’s obvious magical glow and non-human ears.
“So it’s finally your turn, huh? Whatever. Breakfast is at seven, sharp.”
“Uh…” Sunset opened her mouth to ask a pertinent follow-up question, but Limestone swung her obviously bra-less torso back into their living room and the sounds of some movie or show jumped in volume. She stood there, staring at the now empty space for a few more seconds, then with considerably more speed than before, followed Pinkie Pie deeper into the home. On the second floor, her friend vanished into the bedroom and slammed the door in Sunset’s face.
“Just a second!”
Sunset blinked and frowned. She was starting to feel weird and the distraction of her additional anatomy was getting to her. At this rate, she was going to need to get cut out of her pants if they got any tighter. “I really appreciate this, Pinkie. But wouldn’t this have been faster just out in the garage? I’m gonna get rug burn in a very strange place soon!”
The door opened up suddenly and out shot a pink hand. It grabbed her by the collar and dragged Sunset inside before closing the door again. Inside, Sunset found Pinkie’s usually cheerful room lit with heavily shaded lights that turned all the bubblegum pinks into something more suited to hearts. Pinkie herself, completely dressed in comfortable school clothing seconds ago was now in nothing but a striped pair of panties and a tank top like her sister’s. The bed was already turned down with an immense pile of pillows and stuffed toys taking up half of the mattress.
“Whoa!” Sunset yelled again as Pinkie spun her around and collected her bags and jacket in one smooth move.
“There! Now we just gotta get you comfortable and then we’ll see about that silly magic backup!” Pinkie laughed, setting Sunset’s stuff in the corner, giggled and grabbed Sunset’s jeans next. “C’mon, c’mon! Take off those pants and let’s see if Rarity was right about the horse part other than the length!”
“Pinkie!” Sunset threw her hands up, squealing as she was spun around rapidly enough to make the bedroom blur. The next thing she knew, she was landing on Pinkie’s bed with a muffled ‘pomf’, her pants, boots and socks off. Her underwear pulled to the side, her now free horsedong was wobbling back and forth from her crotch, pointed at the ceiling and tall enough to cast its own shadow. The cool air felt amazing after being trapped in her pants. It throbbed hard enough to see, the medial ring thick and prominent as a doughnut against her shaft. The head was not fully flared out quite yet, but it was already getting darker with all the blood her body was pumping into it. Regardless, her dick loomed up, large enough to completely block the other girl out of her sight. “What...what are we going to do on the bed?”
Sunset shook her head. Is...is it bigger than before? She groaned low in her throat, gasping when Pinkie suddenly belly flopped onto the bed next to her.
“Whoo! The rumors are true, Sunset!” Pinkie wrapped her arms around Sunset and pulled her into a tight hug. “You ARE hung like a horse alien from another world!” She snuggled into Sunset’s shoulder and looked down Sunset’s body. “Wowzers, that’s gonna feel different...I can’t wait! Do you want to see how much I can fit in my mouth?”
Sunset swallowed, watching Pinkie’s hands slide down toward her dick. She was honestly curious what getting sucked on would feel like, but she also wondered, not for the first time, why everyone seemed automatically okay with this situation. She came from a world with magic that upended the hard suggestions of physics on a regular basis, but even this was weird by Equestrian standards. She opened her mouth to ask Pinkie if she really wanted to try this when there was a loud squeak from the pile of pillows and stuffed toys next to them. Sunset raised her eyebrows and turned to glance at the furry, plush giraffe next to her head when Pinkie whooped again. The girl let go of her and got up on all fours in the blink of an eye. Sunset gasped, her eyes crossing when Pinkie snagged her dong at the base and squeezed.
“Holy!” Sunset barked and let herself fall back on the bed as Pinkie’s hand stroked up her shaft from hilt to the medial ring. Her eyes rolled back when the hand shifted and went back down. She forced her eyes open and squinted, her hands bunching Pinkie’s sheets up between her fingers. She wanted to see this just as much as she wanted to feel it, pushing her feelings of strangeness out of her mind.
Pinkie strokes sped up but only lasted a few seconds, before she stopped to steer the tip closer to kiss the tip. When she pulled away, there was a thin strand of saliva trailing from her bottom lip to the top of Sunset’s horsedick. “Mmmm...salty. Tastes like those hay bales at Sweet Apple Acres smell, but in a yummy way.” She giggled, kissing the tip again and running her tongue out over the ridge and around the opening. “Much better tasting...like, it doesn’t even need frosting!”
Pinkie smirked at Sunset and tapped the end of the massive dong against her cheek. “I bet the cream filling is gonna taste even better, huh?” She licked her lips and reared back, jaw open wide like a snake.
“Uh...Pinkie…” Sunset held up a hand. “You know, I’m perfectly fine with just your handaaaaAAASSSS!” Sunset slammed back fully into the bed, back arching, toes curling, the whole nine yards as she suddenly knew exactly how lips felt when brushing the edge of her fat medial ring. She also knew what that little dangly bit at the back of the throat felt like when the head of her penis rocketed past it at mach one speeds. Blinded by her own hair, Sunset croaked in surprise as she fought the simultaneous urges to thrash about and go completely limp.
She brushed her hair out of her face, sucking in air through her teeth. Pinkie blinked back at her, Pinkie’s face distorted around the full half of her horsedong down the girl’s throat. The suction and muscle action going on inside Pinkie was intense enough to make Sunset’s eyes water and hers weren’t the only ones. Pinkie was tearing up even as Sunset felt the girl run her tongue up and down the underside of her dick. “P-Pinkie? You al-alright?”
Pinkie Pie gagged, coughing around Sunset’s horsecock.
“Pinkie, please…” Sunset put up both hands and motioning for the girl to pull back, “you don’t have to do this. I know I’m kinda big so…”
Pinkie, however, kept going. Her eyes started to water as she started sucking again and tried to work her lips pass the ring. She didn’t make it any further before gagging and coughing again. Tears ran down Pinkie’s cheeks as she pulled back with a sloppy sounding schlurpt noise, leaving a thick trail of slobber behind to mark just how much horsedong she’s managed to swallow. She laughed once her mouth was clear, mixing it with more coughing while wiping her mouth with the back of one hand. “Wowzers! It’s like a never ending corndog! I’m gonna need to practice more if I want to get that all the way down my throat.”
Still giggling—and coughing—Pinkie grabbed Sunset’s dick by the base and leaned down to slap it against her face. Side by side, it reached from her chin to well past her hairline. “Still a new record though!” Pinkie laughed harder and kissed the shaft tenderly. “Don’t worry about ol’ Pinkie, Sunny-buns! This girl can take pounding with the best of ‘em. Isn’t that right?”
Sunset opened her mouth, but another chirpy squeak from the stuffed toy pile beat her to it. Words caught in her throat, Sunset glanced confusedly back and forth between it and Pinkie. “Wha…?”
“You bet your britches I’m right! My big bouncy hair isn’t the only place this Pie Sister can fit a spare soda can or one of those exploding snake party toys!” Pinkie let go of Sunset and crawled up over the redhead, straddling Sunset’s hips so that the horsedong attached to Sunset nestled itself between Pinkie’s panty covered cheeks. Pinkie planted both her hands down on Sunset’s shoulders and leaned in close until their noses were touching. “Would your little pony buck if I tried to ride it, Sunset?”
Sunset gulped loudly, her nervous smile back in full force. “If-if you want it to?”
Pinkie giggled and sat up, trapping Sunset deeper between her cheeks. She held out her hand dramatically. “Pen me!” Out of the mound of stuffed animals, a plastic marker popped up for Pinkie to grab and yank the top of. She reached down and drew a line across her belly between the top of her panties and below her navel. “This is my current record, Sunny. But I think I can do even better!”
Pinkie lifted herself on her knees, freeing Sunset’s hotdog from its bun trap to swing up and slap Sunset in the stomach. She dropped back down, grinding against Sunset’s crotch in the process and making the flailing phallus stand back up to tap her on the belly button. “Yeah...this is gonna net me a new highscore!” Sunset groaned under her. “Don’t worry about a thing, Sunny D, ol’ Pinkie is just as stretchy on the inside as I am on the outside.” Reaching up, Pinkie wriggled her shoulders and worked off her lacy babydoll top and set her ponderous pies to bounce and jiggle. She then leaned back forward and lifted herself up enough to start pulling her panties aside and dangle her nipples within licking distance for Sunset.
“Rarity said you like these.” Pinkie grinned, her voice turning sultry. “I want the most horsedonger you can give me, Sunset, ‘cuz tonight, Pinkie takes her rightful place as the girl with the deepest depths. No more second place for me!”
Sunset gasped and groaned, her toes curling as Pinkie moved around. Part of her was curious and more than a little confused about what her friend was talking about, but another, louder part of her was doing backflips with how good her magically altered body felt. She could always ask later about the weirdness. Or she could go with the flow and accept that Pinkie was being Pinkie. Plus she had two big reasons in her face to do something with her mouth other than ask questions. Shelving her concerns about the stuffed toys and Pinkie’s apparent knowledge of all their friends’ internal capacities, Sunset growled hungrily.
After all—dick or not—she did like tiddies.
Sunset reached up and hefted Pinkie’s breasts the last inch to her waiting mouth and sucked in as much of both drink coaster-sized nipples she could at once. She sealed her lips around them and assaulted the hard nubs with her tongue. Pinkie Pie moaned above her and shifted around until Sunset felt something hot and damp brush over the tip of her schlong. The modest curly bush of Pinkie’s pubes tickled over the rim of the flared head for a moment before she slipped into the pinkest spot in the room. If Rarity’s hands were amazing, and Pinkie’s mouth incredible, then this was something else. Sunset’s mind reeled at the wave of sensations: the heat, the softness, the tight pressure, and the flood of silky lubricant wove together into something her already foggy mind couldn’t articulate properly.
Pinkie wasn’t doing much better. The girl was making a guttural, continuous, groan with her tongue hanging from her mouth and eyes rolled back. Pinkie lowered herself on Sunset, the massive dick she was mounting forcing Pinkie’s puss open wide to take the broad head. Sunset dug her fingers into the soft tits, kneading at them as she felt those tickling hairs creep down her shaft. Once the ridge passed completely inside however, Pinkie didn’t waste any time and shot down that pole until Sunset felt herself bottom out against a time bundle of muscle. Pinkie bounced off her tip for a second and then powered back down.
Pinkie’s groan turned into a gurgle and she pulled back, popping her pies out of Sunset’s mouth so she could look down at her own body. Right where she’d drawn with the marker, behind her skin, her belly was bulging out just a little. Sunset’s enormous dick was given her a run for her money length and widthwise, stretching her to the limit. She felt full and amazeballs, and maybe like she had to pee soon. “Ooohhh...wowwee! I think you just punched me in the bladder!”
“I did?” Sunset huffed, eyeing Pinkie’s slicked breasts. “You came down on me like a pile driver, Pinkie! I thought this was sex, not wrestling!” Sunset pushed herself up on her elbows, her chin pressed into her chest to look between them. Pinkie, despite her efforts and ample help from gravity, was hardly more than halfway down her dong. Her medial ring was being kissed by Pinkie’s lower lips, the tan and speckled dick vanishing up into the girl. “This actually hurts a little, to be honest. We should have done more to get you worked up…” Sunset shook her head, her voice getting quiet. “Seems to make it easier for me when I’m on the receiving end, anyway...this whole thing is still messed up…”
“Don’t worry about a thing, Sunset.” Pinkie giggled, grabbing Sunset and pulling until Sunset was sitting up fully. She tilted her shoulders and pushed out her chest to poke the girl in the lips with one hard nipple. “It won’t take long for me to get all worked into melted cotton candy that’s full of mutant horse dick! Just bounce me hard and fast and stir up my insides!”
When Sunset opened her mouth to say something, Pinkie shoved her nipple in and then reached down to guide Sunset’s hands to hold her thighs where they got all squishy. “Just like that. Bounce me! Show me how this pony likes to buck, Sunset!” Giggling again, Pinkie moved by herself, flexing her legs to start up the up and down rhythm she would need to reach full penetration. Sunset fumbled at first, sputtering around the nipple but before long she had a good suction seal again and was lifting Pinkie in time with the pink girl’s movement. Pinkie’s eyes fluttered each time the head of Sunset’s horsedongle rammed into her, releasing a new flood of fluids and sending waves of pain tinged pleasure rocking through her body.
Sunset gripped at Pinkie, doing her best to lift the girl only to let her fall back down again. Over and over, building speed. Each impact stung less and less, the grip Pinkie had on her magical dick was tight and intense, pulling at the skin playfully. Tip met muscle wall again and again, her breathing starting to grow labored around the nubbin of nipple in her mouth. Everything about Pinkie was intense. The feel of the girl on her was unreal. The weight and squishy heat of Pinkie’s body was driving her toward the edge at breakneck speeds. Sunset groaned and tried to think of something boring and unsexy.
Her phone bill. The dismal state of affairs that was the human digestive system’s reaction to fresh grass clippings. Math. Wait. No. Boring stuff.
Sunset whimpered, her horsecock twitching beyond just what the gyrations of Pinkie Pie was doing to her. She wanted to cum. She wanted it a lot, but in the back of her mind she couldn’t shake the fear that her arcane ectoplasmic discharge might actually be real live foal frosting, and what horrors introducing it to a human womb might produce.
Trimming nose hair.
The sodium content of gas station food!
Actual horses!
She might as well have been trying to put out a building fire with a squirt gun. Pressure was growing, the blinding sensation of orgasm rushing up to her brain along pathways that were similar, but starkly different from what she’d become used to since before coming to the human world. Her girl parts weren’t silent either. It might be via some sort of magical construct or partial arcane polymorhic shift, but her ovaries were acutely aware that she was having sex. Pinkie’s juices weren’t the only fluids dripping down her thighs. But those parts of her, her usual, original set of genitalia wasn’t involved in the orgasm barreling down on her. The feelings were familiar and alien at the same time. Instead of a wave of radiating spasms and flood of endorphins, this was like a sharp point that was being driven forward by some unknown force. Like a cork on a champagne bottle, the pressure would build until she couldn’t hold it and then she’d physically and metaphorically explode. Sunset growled and picked up speed, her back and shoulders straining to move Pinkie faster, higher and deeper onto her horsedong. Pinkie, meanwhile, shook and pushed down along with gravity, getting wetter and looser by the bounce.
Pinkie slammed down again and gasped, tensing up as something inside her finally let go and she felt Sunset touch her in places no other had ever before. Her pussy gushed and spasmed, gobbling up Sunset’s horsey ring and taking more of the shaft until she well and truly bottomed out. Her eyes crossed, vision blurring with tears as she yelled at her bedroom ceiling. The full feeling coming from her belly was amazing and she wanted it to last as she rode the huge pony inside her through the initial round of clenching and relaxing muscles. Pinkie clamped down, well practiced kegel grip holding onto Sunset’s dick so it couldn’t effectively pull out. While no one had ever complained before, Sunset groaned and pulled away from Pinkie’s tits to look her in the face.
“Pinkie...I’m soooooOOOooo close!” Sunset shivered. The cork wanted to pop but the wrapper just wasn’t letting her go. “Keep...going, please! Keep moving!”
Pinkie grinned, tears running down her cheeks as she moved slowly and shakily. She lifted up the pen marker she’d used a few minutes ago. “Gimme...a second...Sunset. Gotta record the results!” She giggled, carefully guiding the marker to just above the line she’d made before. Her second mark was a lot more squigly and closer to her belly button by an inch or so. “There! Let’s see...someone beat that!”
“Pinkie,” Sunset grimaced, tears peppering her own cheeks, “I really really need to cum!”
“Okiedokielokie!” Pinkie blinked, smiling wider and capping the pen before tossing it aside. “Let’s do this!” She wrapped her arms around Sunset and pushed her chest back into the redhead’s face when there was a sudden series of toy squeaks from the plushie pile. Pinkie froze, still clamped down on the whimpering Sunset Shimmer and looked over at the mound. “What? Oh yeah, I am forgetting something important! Good thing I’m always prepared!”
“Wha’?” Sunset managed from Pinkie’s cleavage, her cheeks flushed and breathing hard.
Pinkie pushed herself up and off Sunset’s horsedong with a very wet, obscene noise and dived into the collection of soft toys only to pop back up a second later with a shiny foil square in her hand. “I keep magnum condoms stashed all over in case of massive dong emergencies! Let me just…” Pinkie ripped open the little package, and using what could only be described as far too much experience with making balloon animals, she had the condom out and over Sunset’s dick in the blink of an eye. “There!”
Sunset bit her lip, twitching erratically while Pinkie worked the condom onto her. Her every nerve was on fire and the pressure was pretty much at the tipping point. Just a little more and she’d finally get some relief. She wanted Pinkie to climb back on and slam back down. She wanted to bury herself in the tight heat and expel this excess magic from her system in the form of copious amounts of semen. “Can...can we finish now? I’m about to burst over here!”
“Sure thing, Sunny! I already came, so now it’s your turn!” Pinkie reached over toward Sunset again, moving to re-mount up when more of the noises erupted from the plushies. “Wait...you want to? For real?”
More squeaks.
“Wowzers! Okay, change of plans, Sunny Buns!” Pinkie giggled and jumped off the bed, coming around Sunset and getting the girl up on her knees.
“Wait! Pinkie, what are you doing?”
“You get to help more than one friend realize a dream tonight, Sunset!” Pinkie laughed. “But she’s not as deep as me, so we’re gonna need a few of these!” Pinkie pressed herself up against Sunset’s back and reached around to fish among the plushies until she pulled out several toys made to look like sprinkle covered and frosted doughnuts. Pinkie then went about stuffing them onto Sunset’s painfully erect dick until only the condom covered head and a few inches remained clear. Grabbing Sunset’s arms, Pinkie pulled Sunset’s hands between and pushed Sunset’s hips forward with her own to slip the horsedong into the pile.
“Pinkie, what’s going on?” Sunset twisted her shoulders as best she could to look back at the other girl. “Who are you talking about and why are there doughnuts on me?” She opened her mouth to ask other important questions, but she suddenly felt something that was not a fluffy toy pressing against the tip of her foalmaker. The condom dulled some of the sensation, but she had no trouble at all recognizing the feel of another pussy starting to engulf her. At the same time, Pinkie moved her hands so she could feel Pinkie’s dripping fun zone. Plump lips filled her palm just as her tip passed the ones hidden by Pinkie’s collection. “Oooohh...I deserve...an explanation…”
The new vagina she found herself in squeezed, flexing and pulling in more of her. The little drop of pressure she’d experienced when Pinkie got off her came back with a vengeance, Sunset’s vision starting to fade to white. Somewhere distantly, she heard Pinkie murmur right before someone touched her clit and stroked her own slick slit. Whatever Pinkie Pie said was lost to her as the wrapper on the cork tore and all that bubbly came spewing forth.
Sunset gasped, shuddering as her lower abdominal muscles spasmed in ways they were never intended for. It made her light headed and fuzzy feeling just like a normal orgasm, but unlike a normal one, all of sensations were packed into this single moment. It was overwhelming in its intensity. Almost thankfully it was also over quickly. She felt her burning hot horsesauce fill the condom around her dick before the magic dissipated and her body returned to its usual configuration.
Sunset slumped in Pinkie’s arms, letting herself be guided down to lay comfortably. She took a deep breath, shaking a little as her body started to calm. She looked back at Pinkie. “Th-thanks, I needed that. But...who's in there?”
Pinkie giggled and grabbed a massive arm full of plushies, hauling them aside to reveal an equally sweaty and relieved looking Fluttershy. The girl was wearing nothing but a plain t-shirt and a smile, her hair a mess and the end of Sunset’s condom sticking out between her legs.
“Hey, Sunset.”
“Hey, Fluttershy.” Sunset sighed and smoothed back her own hair. “So...what the hell?”
Pinkie cleared up more of the toys and flopped down between them, grabbing Sunset and Fluttershy and pulling them close to rest on her built-in pillows. “Shy likes to watch! She really likes to watch me get stuffed full and play with herself.”
Fluttershy nodded, shaking one half of Pinkie’s pies in the process. She lifted a plastic dildo from under her and held it up for Sunset to see. “With this.”
Sunset raised an eyebrow. “Okay, but why were you hiding in the pile of toys?”
“Fluttershy likes to watch, but not be watched, silly!” Pinkie snorted, squeezing Fluttershy tighter. “So I let her hide under all my fluffy babies. That way, she can still be close and see all the action!”
“I like watching Pinkie.” Fluttershy smiled sweetly, snuggling deeper into Pinkie’s embrace. “She’s really fun and funny...and really hot and sexy. Watching her just makes me…” She blinked, looking away from Sunset. “Watching Pinkie gets me off, Sunset. But I still like playing with other toys than the plushy ones. And...while I was watching you two, I just couldn’t take my eyes off how full Pinkie looked and wondering how plastic compared to reality. I just needed a little bit...not the whole experience. Besides,” Fluttershy flushed, looking back up, “I’m nowhere as deep as Pinkie is…”
“That’s why I adding on those not-so-deep-doughnuts!” Pinkie smirked. “Couldn’t let you get hurt, Fluttershy, even if you were thirsty for horsecock! I know my shypie’s limits, even if I tend to ignore my own.”
“Speaking of which.” Sunset lifted her head to look down Pinkie’s body to the new mark on Pinkie’s belly. “I didn’t hurt you...did I?”
“I might be walking funny tomorrow, but you didn’t hurt me in any way I didn’t allow you to.” Pinkie Pie winked at Sunset with a smile splitting her face. “I can’t wait to show the girls my new record at the next jam session!”
Sunset groaned and let her head sink back onto Pinkie’s tit. “I’m going to have to do this with everyone, won’t I? There’s no way out of it, is there?”
Music is magical. It has a sort of ritualistic structure that can guide a person, or group of people, to a state of mind that washes away the rest of the world and all its pains and difficulties. Of course, if you are also a student at Canterlot High, music also has the ability to transform you in a floating, glowing young adult with pony ears.
Which is neat.
Unless you are Sunset Shimmer, in which case you also get a massive horse-esque donger along with the cute little ears. Which is considerably less neat. At least to Sunset it was less neat. Her band mates, however, were having a field day with that fact.
“Oh yes, I kept it!”
“Really, darling? Is that...sanitary?”
“Sure is! I made it into a balloon animal and then we washed it!”
Fluttershy smiled and nodded. “Pinkie even bedazzled it for me, so now I have Sunset’s condom full of pony semen twisted into the shape of a pony waiting for me to snuggle at home with the rest of my stuffed animals.”
“That’s pretty impressive, honestly.” Rarity giggled, pressing her fingers to her lips in a futile attempt at holding back her laughter and growing blush. “When I brought Sunset off in the bathroom, she gave me a good coating, but it wasn’t nearly enough to fill a water balloon. And the way Pinkie describes things, Sunset’s grown even more massive than she was then. Perhaps I should try taking care of her little problem tonight after practice?”
The speakers next to them let out a screech of sound, startling everyone in the garage, except the holder of the lead guitar, Rainbow Dash. She struck a pose and jabbed a finger at the other Rainbooms. “Ladies, we are here to play, not talk about Sunset’s weirdo horse bits. So take your spots and let’s rock this out!”
Amid the admonished grumbling of her friends, Sunset shot Dash a thumbs up and a wide smile. “Thanks, Rainbow. It’s a little uncomfortable to have that sort of discussion in here. We really should be focusing on nailing this new song. We’re so close!”
“That’s the spirit!” Rainbow raked her pick across the strings of her instrument, letting out another loud screech. “I want to get this done! And besides, they already had their turns with your horsedong, Sunset. It’s my turn now!”
“You mean ‘our turn,’ right, Dash?”
Rainbow jumped, and spun on her heel in surprise to face Applejack. “Uh...yeah, our turn. You and me and Sunset’s peepee. Tonight.”
Applejack arched an eyebrow at Rainbow before glancing at Sunset and smiling apologetically. “Don’t mind her none, sugarcube. Dash seems to think her lead position in the band extends off the stage and let’s her get away with things. We,” Applejack emphasised the word with a quick look back at Rainbow, “were gonna ask you if you wanted to come on over tonight. Having you over for some fun would be nice, horseschlong or not.”
“Yeah, but a horsedick would be cool though, ‘cuz I’m not gonna let Pinkie keep the size queen award for long.” Rainbow smirked and spun back around to face the mics set up to catch her playing and singing. She adjusted herself slightly, not so subtly at all angling her hips so the whole band could see how her flashy athletic pants hugged her every curve. “Alright! One, two, one two three four!”
Music is magical, especially when practiced to perfection by those with a passion for it. No sooner than the drop hit, so did the glowy, floaty, part of their jam session.
“Thanks, Pinkie!” Rainbow Dash high fived Pinkie Pie and smirked down at Sunset’s skirt. The former pony had worn a layered skirt along with that punky studded leather vest, which was probably because Sunset expected this to happen. The look on Sunset’s face was a mix of mild horror and resigned disgust, as the angry red head of a horsedingle stuck out just past the skirt flap. “What did you show her with brain-merge-magic-thingie?”
“It’s a hyperform of empathy, actually.” Sunset mumbled, tugging halfheartedly at her skirt to hide her larger than before tent pole.
“I shared the concept of gaping after your pet alligator goes looking for a piece of gator kibble under the blankets and you went to sleep without underwear again because you were up late masturbating furiously to pictures of your bestest friends and the smell attracted Gummy down to your secret tunnel!” Pinkie nodded matter-of-factly.
“Uh...remind me to wear an extra pair at the next sleepover.” Rainbow Dash grimaced and ran her fingers through her hair.
“Roger Dodger Wilco!” Pinkie Pie saluted Rainbow, a wide grin splitting her face. Then she spun around and leaned toward one of the garage walls, the overhang of her curly hair casting her in shadow. Pinkie continued on, in a wholly serious tone. “Just to be clear, Sunset got a stiffy from experiencing how much that aroused me, not from actually being aroused by the idea of an alligator getting all up in her secret tunnel.”
“Pinkie?” Applejack lifted her happy and scratched her forehead. “Who the heck are you talking to?”
Pinkie straightened up, turning back to her friends and flashed them her usual carefree smile. “Just giving a quick PSA!”
“But...but we all understood what just happened,” Fluttershy looked around her nervously at the rest of her friends, “right? Who would the PSA be for?”
“They know who they are!”
Sunset, after a moment more of fidgeting with her skirt, gave up with an exasperated sigh. “That weirdness aside, it has gotten bigger. Again. If this keeps up at a steady pace, by the time we finish hammering out the kinks in the new song, I’m going to need to start wearing floor length skirts!”
“I’ll draw up some designs, darling!” Rarity pushed her way through the others to stand in front of Sunset, a fashion-thirsty twinkle in her eye. “When can I have you over for a stuffing?”
“Don’t you mean a ‘fitting?’” Sunset arched an eyebrow at Rarity, hands on her hips as she watched the other girl struggle to not look down.
“Y-yes...of course...a fitting. For clothing.” Rarity chuckled softly, fanning herself with one hand. “That’s what I meant.”
“You can get Sunny’s D later, Rarity!” Rainbow throw up her hands. “It’s Applejack’s and my turn tonight. Now everyone pack up, I’m craving hot dogs and the usual place closes soon.”
One cleaning montage and trip down a drive-thru later, Sunset found herself riding bitch in the cab of Applejack’s old pickup truck. She was sandwiched between AJ and Dash, rocking back and forth with the motion of the truck as Applejack drove them toward her family farm. The seat was comfortable, but lacking an armrest on either side was a little distracting. She wasn’t sure what to do with her arms. If she just let them hang, her hands would get squished. If she folded them, she’d rock around harder with every bump or curve the roads outside Canterlot City threw at them. She could let them rest, in her lap, but that would get in the way of the slow handjob Dash was giving her. So instead, Sunset opted to let her arms drape over the back of the seat where their instruments were stored for the duration of the trip.
Sunset rested against the seat, glancing nervously out the windows and then back at the blue hand gliding up and down her length smoothly. She wasn’t certain, but this was maybe illegal. At least it wasn’t Applejack doing it. Adding on distracted driving to the list of potential offenses was one thing, but this way didn’t overly add to the endangerment of their lives. Sunset glanced at Applejack, but the girl was totally focused on driving, her eyes on the road ahead and hands on the wheel except when flipping the station on the radio. Dash was paying even less attention, somehow. The hand not involved in tickling the underside of her shaft was propping up Dash’s chin with the elbow on the door frame. Dash looked barely awake, gazing out into the darkness with the glazed over expression of someone with a belly full of loaded hot dogs.
For being on autopilot, Sunset had to admit Dash gave really good hand. It must be all the practice the girl had at working the neck of a sick electric guitar. The way Dash’s fingers pressed here and there before moving on certainly felt like the girl was playing some song via pure muscle memory. Sunset bit her lip, tightening her abs a little when Rainbow reached the underside of her flared head and the bundle of nerves there. An illicit handy in the truck was awesome, but given her levels of secret sauce production, the prospect of cleaning the cab was enough to make her want to hold back her load for a change.
Sunset groaned, her dong twitching as she fought back another spasm. The pressure was building again. If it kept up at this rate, she was going to transform back to normal in record time. She tightened up more, pushing the thought of the eventual release out of her mind. She thought unsexy thoughts. She reminded herself that their hot dog dinner was once rumored to contain horse meat. She pictured Rainbow Dash swallowing the alleged horse meat whole, like a snake taking another snake down its throat like totally normal snakes do.
Her dick jumped again. Okay, bad thought...try something else! Sunset bit harder at her lower lip. Goddess above but this feels good...there’s no rush...just a constant build up! I’m going to literally cum buckets. Sunset growled, low in her throat and wished the trip was closer to done. She didn’t know who would be on the receiving end, or how, but they were definitely going to need a shower afterward.
No! Sunset shook her head, her horsedong shaking too. This is weird, freaky magic stuff, Sunset! Don’t lose your head just because it feels good to bust a nut! There’s no telling how things will go, and everytime this happens, it’s a little different. Whatever forces are at play here haven’t stabilized. And who knows...maybe this same magic is responsible for making all your friends into sex freaks that really want your giant cock?
Sunset glanced at Rainbow again. Could her magic horsebits be influencing the humans? Rainbow and Applejack apparently had a previously established and totally hidden relationship, the same as Pinkie and Fluttershy, so it couldn’t have just now come into being, right? I mean, I’m not so oblivious as to miss a relationship between them the whole time I’ve known these girls, right?
She swiveled her eyes over to Applejack, watching the girl deftly pilot their vehicle through the darkening evening as nighttime rolled in on top of them. Applejack looked like she always had, a staunch, down-to-earth girl with a strong sense of duty and tradition. The bass playing lesbian angle was almost as unlikely as the whole ponying-up and gaining superpowers thing. She wears it well, at least. Sunset mused. How she can hold Rainbow down long enough to have any fun is still questionable. Images of Applejack doing just that and managing to keep a grip on her at the same time filled Sunset’s imagination, making her horsedong jump again, hard enough to completely leave Dash’s hand this time.
Applejack’s attention snapped over to them in that moment and she scoffed. “C’mon Rainbow, don’t tell me you can’t handle all Sunset’s packing before we even get naked? I thought you claimed to have the best fingers in the state?”
“I have the trophy to prove it. Got it when I fingered your m...” Rainbow Dash slurred, prying herself away from whatever fantasy she’d been lost in. She rolled her eyes and snagged Sunset’s dick hard enough to make the redhead flinch. “You know the worst part of hanging out with Applejack, Sunset? I can’t make ‘yo momma’ jokes. Like, I have sooooo many and she’s all smug and immune to them!”
“I bet you got that trophy from your mom.” Applejack barked with laughter, one hand coming off the steering wheel to grab Sunset’s cock right below Dash’s hand and squeezing hard enough to make Sunset’s eyes bug out. She smirked at Sunset, nodding her head at Rainbow. “Meanwhile, I ain’t got to hold back, which is a good thing ‘cuz Dash’s ego always needs to come down a peg or two.”
“At least I know how to actually finger a guitar.” Dash’s hand stroked up Sunset’s horsedong, fingers pressing tight against the underside of the head and pinching.
“Are you besmurchin’ my bass playing?” Applejack’s hand glided down to the base, her fingers coiling around the shaft like a noose.
Yeah...these are the girls I know. Sunset groaned loudly, her hips bucking up uncontrollably into the two fists holding her. “Um...not to come between you two, but if this keeps up, or we hit a pothole, I’m going to cum between you two.” Sunset emphasized her point by pushing out a clear bead of precum the size of a marble. It rolled over her cockhead and down the ridge of the glans until it reached the crease of Dash’s pointer finger and thumb, pooling there.
Applejack blanched. “Aw, not in my truck! Rainbow, if she so much as spills a drop on my upholstery, it’s coming out of your hide!” She released Sunset, both hands once again on the steering wheel in time to take another gentle curve around the hills outside the city. In the distance, between the orchard trees, the lights of the distant farm house that marked their final destination came into view.
“Mine?” Rainbow grumbled, her own hand coming off Sunset and trailing a thin string of clear goop. She brought her hand to her mouth and licked herself where the viscus precum was flowing down over her knuckles. Dash’s eye widened a little and she glanced down at what she was consuming in mild surprise. She turned her hand over, chasing down a stream making its way along her palm. She ran her tongue wide over the whole of her hand, forcing the tip between her splayed fingers to hunt down every scrap, every droplet of Sunset sauce.
Applejack snorted with laughter again and shot a shocked Sunset a wink. “You gotta admit, there is a reason why she’s on lead vocals. I’ll give her that much credit.”
Sunset nodded mutely, watching Rainbow suckle her fingers clean. Her horsedong bobbed along with the ride, the skin an angry red with need. She was right on the edge, she could feel it, but with both hands gone, there was nothing coaxing her over the finish line. Sunset bit her lip, choking back the built up pressure. Idly, she wondered if this was what literal blue balls felt like. Note to self: consider apologizing to Flash at some point. This sucks!
The discomfort was sharp and acute, especially contrasted with how otherwise comfortable and turned on she felt. A smaller, lonesome bead of pre formed at the tip of her dong, sadly rolling down to underside of the head where Sunset felt it cling to the shaft and inch down toward her crotch with each rise and fall of the country roads. By the time they reached the parking area in front of the Sweet Apple Acres’ farmhouse, the tacky fluid was cool to the touch and her hardon was mostly calmed back down to its usual proportions. Sunset frowned at her dick and it seemed to frown right back at her. It looked slightly wilted, almost like it was sulking after losing the attention of two athletically inclined girls.
How did this thing come to dominate my life in such a short amount of time? Sunset toyed with the hem of her skirt, her massive horse penis bobbing up and down. It’s almost like my friends have forgotten I’m a girl.
“So what’s the dong life like?”
“Huh?” Sunset looked up, at Rainbow’s question, roused from her thoughts. Dash was sitting next to her still, the truck cabin’s interior light on as they waited for Applejack to check the house for the whereabouts of underage little sisters and easily agitated grandmothers. Sunset shook her head and sat up, pulling her skirt back into place and forcing her stallionhood to sit on the seat between her legs. The tip reached the gear shift, just past her knees, pressing against it gently.
Rainbow rolled her eyes. “What’s like having a dick, obviously?” She gestured with a sweep of her hand. “Like...does it feel good? What does busting a nut all over Rarity even feel like? Or filling up a condom in Fluttershy? C’mon, Sunset, gimme the deets while we wait.”
“Er…” Sunset looked down at the once foreign piece of anatomy attached to her crotch, “it feels good. Great, even—if I’m honest. It’s like an explosion, I guess. But a cool one, if that makes sense?” She shrugged, mouth working silently as she tried to find the right words to describe the sensations she’d experienced so far. “It’s hard to say what it’s like...like, can you imagine having a orgasm outside of yourself?”
“What?” Rainbow sat up a little straighter. “What does that mean? I just want to know if it’s better than getting stuffed?”
“It’s...like, the same?” Sunset groaned. “The intensity is the same, the afterglow is the same, it’s just like getting all of the orgasm in one moment of amazing-ness. It’s weird, but not in a bad way. I just wish my dick wasn’t the reason why I finally got invited to the fun after school activities!” She leaned over to Rainbow Dash and raised an eyebrow. “Speaking of which, just how long have you and AJ been...you know?”
“Well, remember back before the school was being turned into mindless zombies?”
“You’re gonna need to be more specific.”
“The time you did it.”
“Oh.”
“So...yeah.” Rainbow smirked, her cheeks flushing gently. “After Princess Twilight helped us all get back together, Applejack and I got really back together. You’d never suspect her of being such a huge lesbian dominatrix.”
“I know, right!?” Sunset laughed, slapping her thigh. She’d thought the same thing earlier. Applejack just came off as so straight laced, that it just seemed weirdly out of character for her, but it fit so well at the same time. Applejack being a dominatrix fit with her personality as well as…
“Wait.” Sunset froze, mid-chuckle. “Dominatrix?”
“Yeah! Just wait until you see her custom leather gear!” Dash squealed girlishly, shaking with excitement. “This is going to be awesome!”
Before Dash could explain further, Applejack reappeared with the all-clear signal in a timing coincidence that could only happen in examples of bad writing on the internet. “Let’s go! Granny is sleepin’ and Bloom is over at Sweetie Belle’s place for a sleepover.” Applejack grinned. “Mac said Granny took her pills too, so nothin’ short of a bomb is going to wake her.”
“Sweet!” Rainbow pumped her fist in the air, then took Sunset’s hand, hauling the girl out of the vehicle in record speed.
In no time flat they were all inside and up in Applejack’s bedroom. Applejack’s completely normal looking bedroom. Given Rainbow Dash’s earlier comments about AJ being a dominatrix, Sunset had pictured padded racks and shackles with whips and riding crops on the wall. As it was, there was just Applejack’s lasso, coiled up and hanging limply from a peg next to the closet. Sunset frowned and swallowed in relief, unsure if she was disappointed or not. Rainbow, however once the door was closed, started stripping, peeling off her shirt and tossing it aside to reveal a toned, muscle-y back and a clear lack of even a sports bra. Sunset traced the line of Rainbow’s spine from neck to hips where it vanished into those flashy tight yoga pants and all of a sudden her dingle dangle wasn’t sad anymore.
It was happily pointing slightly up, the head full and engorged once more, Sunset’s skirt be damned. “Why do I even bother wearing clothes anymore?” Sunset sighed, but didn’t take her eyes off the expanse of blue real estate in front of her.
“That’s a good question, sugarcube.” Applejack came up beside Sunset and draped an arm over the girl’s shoulders, tipping her hat back. She nodded her chin toward the bed. “Why don’t you follow Dash’s lead, get out of those clothes and get comfortable while I get changed, hmm?” Applejack let out a sharp whistle at Dash. “I won’t keep ya’ll waitin’ long, but go ahead and show her the ropes.”
“Yes ma’am.” Rainbow answered, spinning on her heel and taking a seat on the bed. She threw back her shoulders and rested back on her elbows, her chest thrust out, darker blue nubs hard and pointing at the ceiling.
’Ma’am?’ Sunset gaped at Rainbow. She gaped at those defined abs, those bared barely palm-full sized breasts, and those firm nipples. Specifically, she gaped open-mouthed at the left one. The one over Dash’s heart, pierced with a bar of metal, the ends shaped like tiny apples. Sunset yelped when Applejack’s hand slipped off her shoulder and slapped her—hard—on the ass and pushed her forward until her knees bumped into Dash’s. Which pushed her phallus up against those abs, the head smearing a droplet of fresh precum up between Dash’s mosquito bite-sized tits.
“Be right back!” Applejack waved and stepped over to her bedroom closet. She opened the door, reaching up to pull the drawstring that switched on the lights before disappearing inside.
Rainbow smirked at Sunset, and shifted her weight to run her fingers along Sunset’s horsedick. Rainbow bit her lower lip, rolling it between her teeth while her hand slipped under Sunset’s skirt and cock until she was lightly grazing Sunset’s panties. “Heh, you’re just a wet girl all over. Applejack is going to like that.”
Sunset shivered, drawing her arms close and twiddling her thumbs. She sucked in a sharp breath when Dash brushed her mons and lips. She needed a moment to steady herself, widening her stance slightly, almost unconsciously. “So...now what? Do you tie me up...or what?”
Rainbow chuckled, pinching Sunset’s cotton panties out of the way and then plunging her middle finger into Sunset’s quim three knuckles deep. She worked it back and forth for a second, then hooked it, drawing Sunset’s hip forward and sitting up slightly at the same time. This forced the huge dick pressed against her chest to slide up over her left breast until the head was poking up past her chin. Dash kissed the flared ridge sweetly and inserted another finger into Sunset. “The ropes AJ mentioned are metaphorical, duh. Applejack could tie you up if you like that sort of stuff though. Makes me chafe pretty bad, personally.”
“Y-you mean...you’re n-not into that?” Sunset’s eyebrows both shot up, her surprise overriding the sensations coming from her pussy. “But you said Applejack was a dominatrix!”
“Yeah.” Rainbow rolled her eyes and nuzzled the dick rubbing against her. She grinned, looking up at Sunset and pulled out one wet finger to explore further back between the former pony’s legs. “It means she likes to be the boss in bed, not that she likes bondage. She hogtied me once, which looked hot, but I lost circulation in my legs really quick.” She chuckled again, low in her throat and ran her tongue down Sunset’s shaft when her roaming digits found Sunset’s rear entrance and started to circle it. “Applejack does like leather though, so if you were picturing something from those books that were based on the Daring Doo series with the rich guy that likes the kinky stuff, then you’re not completely wrong.”
“Then what did she want you to do with me?”
“Get you right up to the edge of cumming.” Rainbow smirked again, circling finger grazing over the rim of Sunset’s ass and burying it a knuckle deep. “And not an inch more.”
Sunset flinched, rocking forward a little in Dash’s grip. Rainbow added a thumb to the mix, scrubbing up against her clit and doing small circles, returning to kissing up and down Sunset’s throbbing donger. Each kiss more lingering than the last, the suction pulling at the taut skin. She was painfully hard already but now her girl parts were starting to clench and grasp at the digits invading her. Thanks to an overabundance of natural lubrication, Rainbow Dash's fingers were getting in deep and hitting all the right spots. Two became three, filling her even more as Dash worked her looser and looser.
Pulling her lips away from Sunset dick, Rainbow Dash flashed a grin. “You should probably get naked, Applejack likes her girls ready for her when she comes out in her leathers.”
Sunset nodded absently, mouth open and tongue hanging out. She fumbled at her vest with hands that didn’t seem to know how to work properly. It was taking most of her mental faculties to simply remain standing and not collapse into a drooling mess. Rolling her shoulders got the studded vest off her, dropping it to the floor while Rainbow was kind enough to use a free hand to unsnap the clasps that held Sunset’s skirt in place. Once that hit the floor, Sunset gasped sharply when Dash's blissful finger work stopped and she was suddenly left unstimulated.
“Going to need two hands for this.” Rainbow Dash sucked on her fingers clean, and bent over to help with the straps of Sunset’s boots.
“Oh come on!” Sunset growled, crossing her arms over and gripping the underside of her shirt. “I'm so close! Like...both ways!” Sunset yanked her arms up, pulling off her shirt and tossing it aside. She didn't even bother with unclasping her bra, she just grabbed it, hauling it over her head and fastballing it to the far corner of the room.
“That’s the point, Sunny.” Dash emphasized her point by leaning forward and blowing gently on Sunset’s exposed nipples. Then she yanked one boot off, sending Sunset’s dick and breasts wobbling as the girl fought to remain standing. “It's about getting you there but not crossing the line. Only Applejack gets to bring you across the line.” She smirked, her voice getting low. “We're going to see how long you can last, and to be honest, I wouldn't bet on long. But I think you'll be surprised by how long Applejack and I will be able to keep you hard without busting that horse nut.”
Sunset grimaced, bouncing from one foot to the next, until she was without footwear or socks—both items of clothing joining her bra and top in the corner. She stood nude, sun kissed skin and speckled horse dick free and unfettered with nothing but air between her and Rainbow Dash. Already she was feeling that pressing urge to cum, that building wave of pleasure, petering out and pulling back without direct stimulation. Rainbow smirked up at her, apparently on the same the wavelength and flopping back on the bed. The girl hooked her thumbs into those tight athletic pants, hips arcing skyward as Rainbow yanked downward, leaving the blue girl just as naked as she was. The last of Rainbow’s clothes joined Sunset’s; Rainbow spreading her legs and running her fingers over herself. Dash's pubes were an overgrowth of riotous colorful curls, each shade battling the others for dominance upon her venus mons, every hair a victory flag marking ground gained and no quarter given, all surrounding darker lips and a flush of slick pink in the very center.
Rainbow spread herself for Sunset, showing her bandmate one of her most personal spots. She bit her lip, chewing on it as her fingers mimicked the same move below. Sunset wasn’t the only girl in the room sitting right on the edge. The thought of Sunset’s horsemeat packed inside her was flooding her loins already. And judging by the filled condom-water-balloon-animal Fluttershy had brought to practice was any indication, she was going to be doubly flooded pretty soon.
“God,” Dash moaned, slipping two fingers inside without a hint of resistance, “I hope AJ lets me have all of you. Hearing all the talk from the others has had me in knots this week. Applejack hasn’t let me relieve any of that in days!”
“I suppose you have been good, Dash. I could probably let you take that dick, but not before I get in my licks.”
Sunset jumped, spinning on her heels to face Applejack. The farmgirl hadn’t done much more than strip herself, but was now sporting a black stetson, a matching open vest, and—somewhat stereotypically—assless chaps with a coiled bit of finely braided leather at her hip. Sunset forced a lopsided smile, hands going from her hips to crossed in front of herself and back again as she attempted to appear nonchalant. “A-a whip? Real-ll-ly, Appleja-ck? Isn’t that a bit m-much?”
“It’s not for you, sugarcube, don’t worry.” Applejack flicked the brim of her hat up and shot Dash a look. “It’s for girls that go touching themselves when they know full well I didn’t give prior permission.”
Rainbow pulled her fingers out of her honeypot, running them up over her belly and between her breasts, leaving a shiny trail of fluids. “Sorry, must have slipped my mind.”
“I know where your mind’s been.” Applejack nodded at the half-chub hanging limply from Sunset. “But it’s game time, Dashie, no more slip ups, got that?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Sunset looked back and forth from AJ to Dash, her mouth opening and closing, her voice catching in her throat as a series of quiet choking noises. She shook her head hard and grit her teeth, drawing in a deep breath at the same time. “Okay...okay...just what is going on here?”
Applejack rolled her eyes, cocking her hip to the side and folding her arms. “Dash likes to play hard, sugarcube. Nothing extreme, but she likes a little slap with her tickle, understand? And I like to get my way when the doors are closed and I ain’t out doing everyone else’s chores. We complement each other that way.”
“Yeah,” Rainbow piped up from the bed, “it works for us. We’re more in it for the fun, than the kink.” She shrugged, grabbing one of her tits in the process, kneading the flesh to make the nipple hard and dark. “I like a little denial on the side too. Makes things more intense, ya know?”
Sunset laughed nervously. “No?”
“Well, yer about to get a first hand lesson in how intense it can make things, Sunset.” Applejack grinned, spreading her arms and her vest in the process. She hefted one of Sweet Apple Acres’ natural grown wonders with a lightning bolt adorned piercing. “Dash’s been begging for you all week. Now sit.”
Applejack’s hand was a blur and there was a sharp crack from the whip as it came off AJ’s hip, grabbed a three legged stool across the room and dragged it back. Sunset yelped again as Applejack pressed her down onto it and took a step behind her. She tensed as Applejack’s hands gripped her shoulders, the thumbs kneading gently.
“Dash, this dick lookin’ pretty half mast. Stop muckin’ around and flip over.”
Rainbow giggled and rolled over lazily onto her belly. She spread her legs wider, looking back over her shoulder at Sunset. “One hard-on coming up, 10 seconds flat!” She reached back and slapped her own ass, making the one part of her body with appreciable levels of fat jiggle and sway. Then Rainbow parted that sea to show Sunset her other most personal spot and wink without using her eyes. “Guess which hole you’re gonna get to fuck, Sunset!”
“I...I am?” Sunset pointed back and forth from her dong to Dash’s ass. She grinned nervously, flushing and feeling warm. “There? Is it going to be safe...I’m pretty big...”
“You should see the size of Dash’s anal bead collection sometime,” Applejack drawled quietly behind Sunset’s head, “and the size of the beads. You’d swear they could pass for billiards on a string.”
Just to prove she could take it, Dash’s expert fingers attacked her puckered donut, slipping in as easily as they did her pussy. One, two, three knuckles. Two, three, four fingers at once, the whole time Rainbow Dash moaned like a cat in heat. In seconds, Rainbow’s blue o-ring was showing off its own glistening pink insides.
Sunset, meanwhile, gripped the sides on the stool seat for dear life, her nails digging into the wood finish. Her toes curled, trying in vain to grip at the floorboards while she watched Dash sexually attack her own butthole. She could feel Dash’s absolute need to cum radiating off the girl just from the way Dash touched herself. Her own need roared back at the same pace, horsedong swelling to its full size and slapping the underside of her tits. “I hope you won’t be mad if I stain this stool, Applejack.” Sunset groaned, biting her lip, and pressed her knees together. She fidgeted while Applejack held her firmly in place. “P-pr-probably going to splatter your bed canopy when I...when I...pop.”
“Hold it in, Sunny.” Applejack whispered, kneading Sunset’s shoulders. “Do that for me. Build up as much as you can in those magical balls of yers...wherever they are.”
“I suspect-t that I-I...I might currently act as a gateway to some extradimensional space of nothing but...hor-horse cum.”
“Magical pony dicks are fascinating, but utter nonsense, you know?” Applejack kept her voice low, one hand leaving Sunset’s shoulder to grab the head of Sunset’s horsecock like her truck’s stickshift. She ran her gloved palm over the knob, dragging her fingertips across the flared ridge of the glans. “However it works, just try to work up as much lather as you can summon, alright? I might’ve spent the whole week upselling Dash on how much spunk a real horse can squirt, so I don’t want to crush her dreams.”
“Sure.” Sunset gurgled in the back of her throat when Applejack’s super strong grip squeezed her horsenozzle. Her eyes rolled back and the room went dark for a blissful moment. When sight returned to her, she could see Applejack’s sheet of golden hair swishing past her face as AJ leaned forward, stroking down to her medial ring. “I’ll hold back...gotta do it for Rain...bow…”
“Good, now let’s really get that back pressure on up there, hmm?” Applejack paused, mid-bend, to plant a kiss on Sunset’s cheek before she kept going to take the whole of Sunset’s dickhead in her mouth. She clamped down on Sunset’s urethra with her thumb, bent over Sunset’s shoulder at her waist until she had the fist-sized head and couple of inches short of that bulging ring in the middle down her throat. Gonna need to tell Pinkie she don’t know what she’s talking ‘bout, Applejack thought to herself, cuz this tastes nothing like hay! Still good tho’.
Applejack sucked hard on Sunset’s horsecock, favoring power over anything subtle. She wanted Sunset to get right to the edge of climax and she didn’t want to spend all night getting there. She started bobbing her head up and down, at a medium pace, gently grazing the shaft with her teeth on the way up and letting her tongue lap on the way down. Applejack growled to herself, enjoying the feel of something other than plastic rubbing against her tonsils for a change. The shape was familiar, but the heat and taste were different. Sunset felt good down her throat, and the skirming Sunset was doing on the stool said she wasn’t the only one enjoying things so far.
Applejack went deep, pausing with her lips pressed to Sunset’s ring, and looked up at Dash. The blue girl was fit to be tied, rolling on her belly, legs twitching while both hands continued to work their way inside each available orifice. Rainbow was soaked and dripping. She could smell it over Sunset’s heady scent, like when she baked biscuits with cinnamon in the mornings before work. Both of her pets were close. She knew Dash could keep going for a bit, but Sunset was already hard as a flesh covered steel beam and hot enough to melt.
Applejack slipped off Sunset’s poolnoodle, leaving behind a bucket of drool and slobber. She licked her lips, stepping around Sunset and pulling the girl back to her feet. “There we go! All lubed up and ready to romp, right?”
Sunset nodded numbly, trying to restart the parts of her brain that controlled such things as breathing and heart rate. The part of her mind that wasn’t screaming about the hypothetical blue balls she was feeling was pretty certain those other bits were important somehow. She blinked, forcing the world into focus as she felt her knees hit the edge of the bed, Applejack’s gloves on the small of her back and the end of her cock. Sunset looked down and gulped. Rainbow was a sea of sweat sheened blue, perky cheeks spread to reveal a gaping hole that was just waiting to be filled with otherworldly equine sausage.
“S-sweet Celestia…” With AJ’s help, Sunset lined herself up, pressing herself against Dash’s ass. Even with the effort Dash’s fingers put in and the spreading, her tip was just too wide to slip in without punching the rim. Sunset let herself fall forward, bracing herself on the matress, hands on either side of Rainbow.
“Give it to me!” Dash howled, bending back to look at Sunset, upside down. “I want it bad, Sunny! I haven’t cum in a damn week, and I can’t let Pinkie think she can keep the Queen of the Deep crown forever!”
“You heard the girl, get at it!” Applejack laughed and slapped Sunset’s ass.
That was all it took to get the rodeo started. Ass gave way to dickhead with a little ‘pop’ sound and Sunset shot down like a missle until her built-in speed bump slammed into Dash. The medial ring slowed her decent, but it didn’t stop it. Applejack’s hand on her back helped, herding her onward until Sunset could feel those tight cheeks smooshed up against her waist. She got a blessed moment of pure peace, encased inside Rainbow Dash to the hilt. It was like velvet and cake and lava all at the same time. She was being clamped down on like a vice at the base while the rest of her was floating in the softest pit of fire ever. Felt so good, it hurt a little.
Then the bucking started in earnest.
Sunset moved, humping hard and fast. Applejack had asked her hold back, to build up her orgasm as much as she could, but in the moment—in Dash’s ass—she didn’t care. The white wave was cumming. It wanted out. Sunset wanted it out. She wanted it to flood down her horsedong and into Rainbow Dash. She was a horse semen dam and fit to burst. All it would take was one last push to go over the edge. The pressure coming from Rainbow’s o-ring was unreal, gripping down on her from her base to that medial ring of her own. Two fleshy doughnuts high fiving fast enough to send morse code messages the old fashion way.
Slap-slop, schlop-plop-slap, pop-pow!
Sunset’s hips quickly lost the beat, different parts of her twitching at too different intervals to keep up the rapid fire sex-text. Rainbow was hard doing any better. The blue girl was laid out on the bed, sheets crumbled under her as she grabbed and pulled at it, bunching it up in her hands, between her arms and body, even with her legs as she thrashed. Rainbow was a drooling, screaming, mess on the precipice of a long promised big-O. Eyes half closed and tearing up from both the pounding and raw need.
“G-g-g-got to...hold...bah-ack!” Sunset scrunched her eyes closed, shuddering violently more than humping, her hands locked on Rainbow’s hips (she couldn’t remember moving them from the bed). Inside and out, Dash was too hot to touch and too hot not to. “Ca-can’t!”
“You can let it go, sugarcube.” Applejack purred in Sunset’s ear, her hands coming around to cup Sunset’s tits and squeeze. “Give ‘er what she’s been waiting all week for.”
Sunset shuddered once more, then with the force of a thousand firehoses, all the splatter foalbatter gushed out and into Rainbow Dash’s wrecked rectum. The rush of euphoria was immense, washing away the discomfort and unkinking every muscle in her body. If it weren’t for being sandwiched between the two girls, Sunset’s knees would have noped out until she’d crumpled to the floor like a wet noodle. The magic released her a moment later, extra ears and hair vanishing in a soft crimson glow. Her cock too, but not before she got the particular feeling of it swimming in a sea of her own improbable juices.
The afterglow lasted for seeming ever, her mind only dimly aware of her body being guided gently down next to Rainbow Dash. Sunset barely registered the look of pure bliss on Rainbow’s face. She couldn’t find the energy to pay Applejack any attention as the blonde moved around. Her eyes refused to roll back into place. Her body refused to stop shuddering and jerking as the orgasm bounced and rebounded off her core. Sunset managed little more than a happy gurgle when she felt something warm and wet work its way expertly between her legs.
She did manage to give a thumbs up when AJ asked if she was okay with taking a strapped on toy. She wasn’t surprised that it was horse-shaped too. What was surprising was how good it felt no matter where Applejack seemed to stick it.
“Oh my Celestia…”
Applejack lifted her head off the pillow, sweat laden strands of hair hanging over her eyes. “What?” AJ smirked at Sunset, propping her chin on the back of her hand. “You lookin’ a little mind blown, there?”
“I’ve just realized,” Sunset wiped her own sweaty sex hair out of her face, “just now...that I’ve fucked all my friends. How? How? Is there something magical about my horse schlong that draws everyone to it? Have I messed with your minds without realizing it? I’m so confused, Applejack.” Sunset sighed, shoulder and chest heaving. “And...I kinda want to keep doing it. Does that seem normal to you?”
“‘Course it ain’t normal. You’re Sunset Shimmer, nothing is normal about you, sugarcube.” Applejack patted Sunset on the arm reassuringly. “We love you anyways though. I don’t know dick about you magicking our brains to like your dick, but it don’t seem like it. Horses or humans, we ain’t nothing but mammals. Mammals love fuckin’. And to be fair, I fucked you, sugarcube.”
Rainbow snored softly as her way of contributing to the conversation. It was very enlightening.
“Huh...yeah.” Sunset blinked slowly, blurry eyes focused on nothing in particular. “Thanks, by the way. I kind of needed that.”
“Think nothing of it.” Applejack rumbled, throwing an arm over Sunset and Dash. “Still owe me a good hard ride tho’.”
Sunset spasmed, arching her back as an orgasm ripped through her. Pinkie Pie, riding on top of her whooped and hollered until the bouncing, bucking, and little quakes of pleasure passed. Sunset took a deep breath, trying to calm her pounding heart, and patted Pinkie gently on the hip. "S-sorry...I came...inside."
"It's okay, Sunset!" Pinkie grinned and stood up on the bed over the redhead. "Thanks to you, now I can do my impression of a 3D printer!"
"What?"
Pinkie clenched. Like...clenched every muscle in her body, like a DBZ character going SS2, she grit her teeth and yelled out. Pinkie's abs appeared out of nowhere, showing off an impressive six pack, the veins in her legs and arms throbbing as Pinkie vibrated from the strain she was putting herself under. Sunset gasped, suddenly concerned Fuzzy was going to give Pinkie a heart attack or something, when the girl squatted again and relaxed. Out from Pinkie's easy bake vag, came a wet schlurping noise followed by the slow extrusion of a hardened glob of Sunset's ponybatter, shaped and pressed into a mini cupcake.
"Tada!"
Sunset stared at Pinkie for a full minute in dead, stunned silence. Then she got up, collected her clothing and walked out the door, muttering under her breath the entire time about being too old for this shit.
"This is Discord's fault somehow." Sunset Shimmer bit her lip thoughtfully, strumming her bass guitar idly. "I just know it."
The truck she was in rattled suddenly, rocking hard enough to make the old shocks and even older body work creak and groan. Adagio Dazzle bounced off the hood and collapsed to one knee, wheezing as she tried in vain to suck wind back into her lungs. Sunset sat up a little, peeking over the dashboard and rolled down the passenger side window. "Stay in there, Adagio! We're almost set up in here!"
"You... *hack* ...you better be..." Adagio picked herself up and brushed grit off of herself before turning to face Aria Blaze. The other siren smiled like a well fed shark, floating slightly off the ground and glowing with magical bio-luminescence. "This cunt hits hard!"
Sunset huffed and looked over at the driver's side. Rainbow Dash was still bent over, paying the fight no attention while she tried the eighth adapter combination to connect Sunset's guitar's AUX to the old Ford's speaker system. A loud burst of static filled the cabin after a little more fiddling around and Rainbow flashed her a thumbs up. Sunset stroked the guitar strings and a low electric thrum made the whole truck vibrate. Grinning, Sunset adjusted the straps and let rip, launching into a guitar solo Eddie Van Halen would approve of. She wasn't more than a few chords into it when Sunset felt Rainbow's hand snake under her skirt and around her no long flaccid horse dick.
"Time to get this party started!" Rainbow smirked and started jacking to the beat Sunset was laying down.
"Damn it, Twilight!" Sunset slammed her hands down on the booth table between them, rattling the salt and pepper shakers. "I came inside Rainbow Dash! That's a big deal! How are we supposed to know what will happen now?" Sunset waved out the window, generally at the Waffle House parking lot and - assumedly - the rest of Canterlot City. "How do I know if I've inadvertently doomed this whole world for one moment of relief?"
Sunset slumped back in her seat, wrapping her arms around herself and lowering her voice to a whisper. "Is...is it bad that I want to do it again? I want to come in Rainbow Dash? Does that make me a bad person?"
Twilight, the Princess one this time, reached across the table and patted Sunset on the bicep. "No, Sunset, it doesn't make you a bad person. It makes you a horny person."
Twilight, the human teenager one, tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Wanting to do that with your aberrant horsedong, however, is still weird. Which would make you a weird person, on top of a horny person. So...like a pervert...but without the bad connotations."
"Assuming, of course, that Rainbow Dash also wants you to come inside." OG Twilight chimed in.
"Of course." Actual real girl Twilight agreed, clicking her tongue. "Now where the heck are those hashbrowns I ordered?"
“I’m making a dick skirt!” Rarity sung, needle in hand as she did indeed make a skirt specifically designed to fit Sunset Shimmer’s magnum horse prick. “Making!” She pitched her voice upwards. “Diiiicccck!” Rarity drew out the words as she reached the crescendo. “Skkkiiiirrrrttt!”
Sunset rolled her eyes, standing still on the small raised stage in front of a wall of mirrors where Rarity preferred to do her dress fittings. The only part of her wearing a dress though, was her semi-flaccid penis. Rarity had, after getting Sunset back to the Carousel Boutique, gotten them both undressed and then proceeded to make doll clothes fit for her horsedong. It was all very silly, but the materials Rarity was using did feel nice and had really cute patterns, so it wasn’t all bad. But it wasn’t exactly conducive to maintaining a rock hard erection.
So Rarity, being Rarity, had put on some black lacy undergarments and those little pink reading glasses of hers. Which made the whole hard dick thing a lot easier, at least for a while. Sunset sighed and stretched, flexing her fingers and toes, as soon as Rarity’s needles were well away from her beef whistle. “You know, I don’t think I’m really feeling it, Rarity. The design is cute, but outside of...me, I guess...who would buy these?”
“Only those who want their johnson to turn heads in the bedroom, darling!” Rarity smiled, delicately taking her needle between her teeth and yanking the last errant thread tight to be tied off and trimmed. “I understand it will likely not be a massive hit. Lingerie for those of us with such a grand bishop like yours is few and far between. Why can’t I help such an underloved subset of fashion rise to full-staff?”
“‘Full-staff’?” Sunset raised her eyebrows, wiggling her hips and making her girl choad bounce. “You asked Twilight for a list of dick words, didn’t you?”
Rarity blinked innocently. “No. Fun wand. Lap rocket.” She innocently turned over her wrist and squinted at it. “Purple-headed mayo shooting hotdog gun. Something something...ethos knife?”
Sunset snickered. “Google those yourself?”
“Oh laugh it up!” Rarity rolled her eyes and jabbed her needle back into her trusty pin cushion. “I merely thought that if your penis keeps coming up in conversation, I needed to have plenty of things to call it in the heat of the moment other than ‘mine!’”
“The others would argue you on that point.”
“They aren’t here now, are they?” Rarity stood up, angling her hips and licking her lips. “Ready for a little practical testing of the outfit, darling?” She reached down and tugged the string holding the knot loose, pulling away flimsy lace from her crotch. Rarity turned around, swaying her backside at Sunset while reaching up to bundle her hair up into a bun tied off with her former panties. “Come and get me, if you can.”
Sunset flew dick-first at Rarity. “Nightmare Moon, guide my cock!”
“It’s not mine.” Sunset tilted her head to the side, lips thin, stretched into a hard line. “It physically can’t be mine.”
Vice Principal Luna huffed, crossing her arms in front of herself. Or she tried to, the swelling around her middle was starting to make it difficult to look properly miffed and disappointed. It was also starting to make her back ache if she stood for too long, so she shifted her arms up over her chest, but those were starting to swell and get tender to the touch too… Sighing in defeat she dropped her arms to her sides and settled on leaning her shoulder against the door frame being filled up by Sunset Shimmer.
“We believe it, indeed they are yours, and as soon as you consent to a paternity test, we can put the subject to bed.” Luna looked over her shoulder at her sister who had taken up a position on the hood of Sunset’s car. Celestia looked as swollen and tired as she felt, if not more. “Everyone is well aware that you sprout a functional horsedong on occasion when induced so by musical phenomena. And according to our calendars and personal memories of a certain party where your band performed, I and Celestia are quite convinced you are the father.”
“But...okay...I get that, but one, I don’t remember doing the sex with either of you. And two, I shoot horse sperm by the gallon! Even if you somehow got a hold of the stuff, which let me tell you...ew...then they still couldn’t be my kids!” Sunset shrugged, looking back and forth between the two sisters. “This is a non-negotiable fact of biology!”
“You grow a penis shaped like that of a horse, Ms. Shimmer.” Celestia patted her expanding stomach. “I think it’s safe to say we’ve left the normal bounds of biology behind.”
“But. I. Didn’t. Have. Sex. With. Either. Of. You!”
“Well, I distinctly recall feeling extremely stretched and worn in the morning, as if I’d had something of equine-like proportions thrust vigorously into me! Who else could it have been?” Luna threw up her hands. “How hard is it to fill a much smaller than gallon-sized cup, if doing so will clear your name as you seem to believe?”
“Because I shouldn’t be subjected to it in the first place?!” Sunset slapped her hands over her face and moaned into her palms. “It’s not my fault you two got drunk at a party, had a one night stand and now you have to deal with the unintended consequences!”
Celestia stood up and ambled up to the door to stand next to Luna, leaning her shoulder against the other side of the door frame. Like her sister she was also starting to see a swelling in her breasts along with her belly. Unlike Luna, however, she wasn’t wearing a sports bra and her nipples stood out firmly through her shirt. “Sunset, what if I told you, depending on how that test goes, it might not just be a one night stand? I wasn’t able to sit properly for two days after that party.”
“Or swallow properly.” Luna chimed in, leaning forward more so her cleavage showed.
“And frankly?” Celestia smiled and licked her lips. “I’d like to have that kind of trouble again.”
“Me too.”
Sunset gulped, leaning back away from the two taller women. “Um...so...where’s the cup I need to get my DNA in?”
Plastic crinkled and Luna produced said sample receptacle. “Put on some loud music and we can get this done quickly. Wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear, now would we?”
“N-nope!” Sunset cleared her throat and the doorway, letting them inside, the door closing a second after both a shirt and a set of panties hit the floor.
