> A Group Effort > by CrimsonEquine > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > A Group Effort > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rarity entered Sugar Cube Corner with a silent step. There were many stallions that were buying a certain sweet to eat. That was the delectable deep fried cake that was offered once a month. Droves of stallions decided to give the Cakes profits that helped them well. But, Rarity knew that this was the best time for her trick. For Rarity, she didn’t want to miss this opportunity. There would be so many stallions that ate the flavorful cake. Rarity asked of Pinkie Pie a little favor. A scheme to make the stallions all her own. Though Rarity was a little afraid of the consequences of such actions. Still, Rarity couldn’t be happier, for the shock of this act would entertain her greatly. “Oh stallions, it is I the Rarity of your dreams!” she said. They all looked at her, the mare that called to them. “Right now, you will be my thralls, in love”. Suddenly, each stallion’s special place grew out. Some hit their tables and caused them to lift up. Hearts came upon their eyes, they could smell the scent of a real mare. Rarity’s marehood dripped with juices. So hot that it steamed as it hit the floor. All the stallions began to breathe without control. They swarmed her and leaped onto her body. One stallion called out, “Are we, not equines, If we are to attack this mare with all our hearts, we must be dutiful in our passion?”. Another called out, he who foamed in the mouth with desire, “He’s right, if we're going to totally destroy this mare, we need to form a line first!”. They all raised their hooves to the sky in celebration, their crazed energy dispelled for a moment. They then formed a line with some space between each other. Their big cocks were in the way after all. The first to penetrate the lovely Rarity was Big Macintosh. His need to relieve the long nights of loneliness. This was the perfect time to do what was needed. He leaped onto Rarity and placed his large hooves onto her back. “Okay big boy, please be gentl-aaaaah!!!” she said. In one swift motion, her marehood was stretched apart. The hole of holiness desecrated by his stallion power. It went deep and hit her bead in one hit. She struggled to keep her hooves down on the ground. Her stature threatened and her demeanor tested. Yet, she pushed against the mass of meat. The strength that came out of nowhere. Tonight is to be a long one. With greetings now over, Big Macintosh slammed into Rarity. Locomotion of slapped meat. She moaned and cried as if being speared like a tilapia. Rarity held her ground as hard as she could. Each hit from Big Mac pushed the deepest parts of her. The entrance to her womb stretched deeper inside with each pump. “Oh dear Celestia, he’s getting, he’s going to cum!” she screamed out between deep quick breaths. “Oh no, here it comes!!” Big Macintosh’s balls tightened hard. The monster of a stallion felt the load of seed blast out. Rarity could feel her marehood soaked to the core. He grunted as if a rhinoceros in a battle between a hippopotamus. Rarity screamed a high pitch squeal as she got filled up. “Aiieeeeeeeeeeeeee,” she said. Sperm gushed out of her as Big Macintosh slid himself out. He went outside, cum leaked out of his penis. An ocean of orgasm and relief swarmed over his body. Big Mac continued to walk with a shaken step. All he could think about was if he could still walk home. Rarity was defeated; the stallions were shocked by what they saw. They were still eager to penetrate her magnificent folds. Pinkie Pie watched with an open mouth, unable to process what she saw. She regretted how she mixed the cake with that potion. A spell mixed concoction that both Twilight and Zecora made for this moment. They knew that Rarity always fantasized to be gangbanged by stallions. She would bring it up on occasion when they discussed the sexual thoughts they had. It was fun to have relieved these imaginations. And when they decided to get this done for her, it seemed harmless. But now, at Pinkie’s perspective, she couldn’t be sure that Rarity could do this. “Agh, I’m alright,” said Rarity weakly. A pool of semen surrounded her. “I-I-I-I can keep going”. Her legs shook from the force exerted on her. Now that it was off, she felt an ease of pressure that came off of her. “My my, ah, I didn’t expect that” she screamed as she pushed the excess semen out of her. “Aaaaaaaahhh”, a shot of seed flowed out of her. Braeburn backed off along with the rest of them from the blast of cum. “I think I’m going to have Big Mac’s foals just from that, but you all can feel free to try for yourselves anyways,” she said. She stood up and stretched her limbs. Her weak, but earnest for more. She gave a smile at Braeburn for him to come. “Well, I’m not gonna match that, so anal it is,” he said. Braeburn leaped onto Rarity and slipped his much more reasonable member into her butt. She moaned a much calmer sound. She leaned her head down and took the easier cock. The test of power now finally finished. Braeburn hastened in his attack. For that moment, Rarity could enjoy the orgasm of sex. A thought then came to her mind. How excited and extreme the sex with Big Mac was. An orgasm that she never had experienced before. A trickle of Braeburn’s love trickled out of her anus. For the remainder of the night, they all did anal on her butt. Some harder than usual, others much more ferocious. But, nothing would ever compare to how Big Mac destroyed her. +-+-+ Big Macintosh sat in his bed after a long day of housework. The fields needed to be pruned of their apples. His cock grew from the memory of how he blasted Rarity. All alone and with no pony to see him, he motioned to jerk it. A loud knock came through his door. He startled, but got up and went to the door. There, he screeched open the wooden door and found a disgruntled Rarity before him. Everything normal, except the massive pregnant belly she had. “Big Macintosh, you did this to me, now you must take responsibility!” she said. “And there is a lot of responsibility that has grown, triplets to be exact”. Big Mac fell on to the floor from the terror of becoming a father.