1 — Waking Up

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By the time Ponyville was bathed in the warm rays of the rising morning sun, Twilight Sparkle’s bedroom was already drowning in the heady, overpowering scent of semen.

This was no surprise. In the first few weeks after Twilight’s alicorn coronation it had become evident that it’d take nothing short of a miracle—or at least the daily application of powerful spells—to keep the pungent smell of sex and sheer virility from permeating every nook and cranny of Twilight’s home. She had gotten used to it, and so had her friends. Or ‘harem of broodmares’, as the case may be.

The alicorn shestud grumbled and stirred a little. She was just as sleep-drunk as the mare who’d just pried herself from Twilight’s left arm. Rainbow Dash stumbled across the wooden floor on her way to the window, nearly tripping over one of Pinkie’s legs in the process. As Dash opened the window, some fresh, fresh air finally flooded into the room.

Rainbow Dash scratched her bum.

Her ill-fitting tank top stretched across her subtle baby bump. She adjusted it as she looked at the scene on and surrounding the bed, took a quick trip to the bathroom, and then made her way towards the stairs. Someone had to take care of breakfast, after all. Dash grumbled and threw a quick glance at Pinkie Pie’s cum-stuffed, fucked-silly figure sprawled out across the floor, and then closed the door behind her. That mare wasn’t going to be any help, especially not after she’d hogged Twilight’s dick last night.

It didn’t take long for Twilight Sparkle to succumb to her own internal clock. Her eyes opened. A drawn-out yawn followed. She shuddered happily, and noted just how drained she still felt. The obnoxious productivity of her balls notwithstanding, the orgy last night had really hit the spot! She felt amazing, in spite of her overwhelming libido, which had remained just as over-the-top as it had been the first few days after her coronation.

No, that wasn’t exactly right.

As Twilight’s growth spurts had continued, her libido had only gotten worse.

Luckily—after the alicorn’s package had experienced the lion’s share of growth throughout the first few weeks—it seemed as though the rest of Twilight’s body was finally catching up to it. She had gotten taller. Substantially so. Several of her friends had gone from towering over the petite bookworm to being humbled by her height, and well, everything felt so different! It was weird, and nice, though sometimes frustrating—at least whenever she forgot to duck before trying to pass through a door, and her horn subsequently bumped against the frame.

She was taller, but that hadn’t changed her “issue”. That same one she had already struggled with months ago. Her package. Her ‘scepter’. Her thick, womb-knocking horsecock and its growing demands to flood pretty mares’ fertile wombs with untold amounts of thick, potent semen. Hardly a day passed on which the scent of a fertile mare in Twilight’s vicinity didn’t cause her swaying shaft to twitch, pulse, and threaten to harden, regardless of whether she was in the comfortable confines of her home, or out in public where only a quick teleport spell was going to save her.

Luckily, out of the many lessons Twilight Sparkle had learned ever since the fateful day on which she had first set hoof in Ponyville, there was one that had proved its worth over and over: Her friends were there to help her, no matter what.

Even if that meant devoting hours of their time just to pamper every single veiny, twitching inch of the shestallion’s horsecock, and drain Twi’s hefty nuts of their massive, pent-up loads. Again. And again. And again.

They truly were excellent friends.

Or incredibly horny. A lot hornier than Twilight would’ve expected. Maybe both? Probably both.

And thus the yawning, still groggy Twilight found herself looking through the room, counting her friends. Rainbow Dash had already left. Pinkie Pie was…oh jeez. She really had been rough with her last night, huh? Well. Pinkie could take it. If anything she’d just asked for more and more. She was prone to doing that, and Twilight was all too happy to oblige. The pretty pink pregnant party pony was lying on the floor just a few feet next to the bed, her belly swollen with the ungodly amounts of semen Twilight had pumped into her last evening, some still dripping from her lips. She was snoring a little.

Fluttershy was still snuggled up against Twilight’s other side. As for Applejack and Rarity…oh. Twilight flicked the blanket away with a wink of her magic, revealing the dickdrunk, freckled face of a certain farmer, her lips still wrapped around the obscene girth of Twilight’s shaft. Cum was dribbling from the corners of her mouth. A sleeping Applejack was holding on to one of Twilight’s legs.

That merely the first few inches of her cock were wedged inside her friend’s mouth—the medial ring still out of reach of her lips—was a testament of Twilight’s size. That said, Applejack was more than capable of cramming two thirds of Twi’s hulking horsecock past her lips, at least if it came down to it. The apple family wasn’t known for being quitters, after all. Even then, there was a stark difference between an actual blowjob, and spending her night between Twilight’s legs to keep her flare snug, safe, and warm.

Twilight’s cock twitched ever so slightly.

That left Rarity. The seamstress was snuggled up against Applejack, one of her arms wrapped around the farmpony’s waist. Her dainty muzzle pressed against Twilight’s nuts. Right where she wanted to be. Needed to be. She stirred, moved Twilight’s leg to the side…and then pushed herself up, looking just as groggy, fuzzy-headed and musk-drunk as Applejack, and just a tiny little bit more dignified. No wonder, considering where she’d been. Her mane was an absolute mess, and any lipstick or make-up she’d worn last evening had long since ended up at various spots on Twilight’s sack, legs, breasts, face. Applejack had received her fair share as well.

“Mhmf…G-good morning, darling~” the seamstress mumbled.

To think that she didn’t even complain about how messy everything was. Twilight couldn’t help but smile.

“…Hey, Rarity?”

The mare in question blinked, attentive and with a glint of adoration in her eyes. “Yes, Twilight…?”

“You’re a great friend. I’m glad to have you.”

Twilight could practically see Rarity’s heart flutter upon hearing these words. Rares stuttered a happy little ‘thank you’ in response.

Their short exchange of affection was cut short by grumbling and stirring from the other mare between her legs. Applejack’s eyes slowly opened. She felt Twi’s hand at her head, guiding her backwards—or rather, pushing her—until the throat-bulging flare popped from the farm pony’s lips.

The seamstress snickered as AJ let out an exhausted groan, going cross-eyed as her vision centered on Twilight’s flare. “Gugh…did I really just…” She barely got another word past her lips before she had to swallow a wad of still-warm, thick precum. She stared up at the flaccid shaft still right in front of her face. Her jaw was strained, and her throat was sore. “Yes. Yes, you did. Good morning to you too, sleepyhead…” Rarity answered, before placing a kiss on Applejack’s cheek. The farmpony blushed. She still wasn’t sure just how she’d stumbled into this entire ‘relationship’, if that’s what you wanted to call it—Or how she was going to explain her subtle, but ever-growing, baby bump at next year’s family reunion.

A minute later, Twilight had finally managed to pry herself away from Fluttershy and leave the heavenly comfort of her bed. Applejack was stretching her sore, sore muscles and grumbled a little.

“Time for a shower, darling?” Rarity cooed, her lashes fluttering. An unspoken “...With me~?” hung in the air. The seamstress was waiting expectantly, tail swishing back and forth like that of a cat.

Twilight responded. “I could use a long, proper shower—“ A smile crept onto Rarity’s lips. “—and so could Applejack, for that matter.” Rarity’s smile collapsed into a cute, huffy pout. A faux-annoyed sigh followed a few moments later. “Oh well. You two enjoy yourself, just don’t leave me waiting for too long. You know how I get when I can’t get my morning routine out of the way, right?” She fluttered her lashes, lower lip still pushed forwards.

Twilight rolled her eyes in typical ‘Oh you’ fashion, wrapped an arm around the pouty seamstress’ waist, and then gently lifted her into the air for a deep, deep kiss—while making sure to watch out for their foal, of course. The foal she had sired. Mwah. Rarity’s white, dainty figure was clinging to the still-sweaty body of a towering shestallion that could only belong to a true alicorn. Rarity had tensed up a few moments ago—the instant she’d realized what was about to happen—but now just leaned into Twilight’s warm, steady kiss until her hooves finally resumed contact with the floor. Her thighs quivered a little.

It was moments like these during which they all realized just how much Twilight had grown, both mentally and physically. How she’d gone from a bookish, nerdy girl to…well, a bookish, nerdy girl with a demanding horsecock and an insatiable need to breed, and then to a towering alicorn princess who knew what she wanted, was (mostly!) in control of her shockingly high libido, and knew how to keep her lovely little friends wrapped around her little finger. Still the dorky bookworm they all knew and loved, just more composed. Grown-up. The anxious, nervous Twilight that had breakdowns whenever she was at risk of running late only rarely showed through the cracks.

Rarity still felt fuzzy as Twilight set her down and focused her attention on Applejack, who flinched as though she’d just been caught peeping. “U-uhm…Ah…” Her eyes shifted left, right, then fixated on an unassuming piece of furniture. She rubbed her arm.

Twilight nodded towards the door, and AJ was all too happy to follow her.

Twilight had to lower her head just to get past the doorway leading to the living room. It was nice that she’d finally adjusted to her gained height: Gone were the days when she had to remind herself to duck whenever she approached a door, lest she wanted her horn to bump into the frame.

Rainbow Dash sat spread-legged on a chair and flicked through a newspaper looking for cartoons. She snickered as Twilight ducked. Seeing her struggle with doors had become a running gag for her at this point. Fluttershy was taking care of her breakfast.

“Oh! Good morning, Twilight!” Fluttershy hummed, and leaned across the table to pour some coffee into Twilight’s cup.

“…Where did you leave Rarity? Would’ve thought for sure that she’d be clinging to you all the way down the stairs. Uh. I mean. G’Morning, Twi!” Rainbow chimed in.

“C’mon, Dash, don’t be like that. You know how Rarity is. She’s still in the bathroom, together with Applejack.” Dash’s words had brought a hint of a flush to Twilight’s cheeks. Dash snorted in response. “Pft. You mean she’s taking any chance she can get to play with AJ’s mane and put some make-up on her? Haah~ Just kidding. Now get over here and gimme a kiss, cutie.”

One eye roll later, Twilight was there and obliged. Finally, she sat down and took her first sip of her black boiled bean beverage, like she did every morning.

Fresh breakfast and hot coffee. Excellent sleep. A day full of productive work waiting for her. All while surrounded by the best friends one could ever wish for, all of whom were showing subtle baby-bumps.

It was a good thing that she’d found some very thin pretense to send Spike off to Canterlot before the entire alicorn ascension ‘symptoms’ had become too much to handle. Princess Celestia had probably found a way to keep him busy.

Twilight continued her breakfast, taking another sip of her coffee. Rainbow munched on a bagel. Fluttershy peeled an orange.

“…Anyway. Let’s see what is on the list today, shall we?” Her horn flashed brightly, and a comically large to-do list popped into existence next to her, floating in the air.

Dash snorted. Again. “Let me guess. It’s sex. More sex. Like yesterday.”

Twilight huffed. Her brow furrowed as she skimmed the first few entries that weren’t crossed out yet. Another hour of studying Ancient Arcana in the context of spatio-temporal Clairvoyance. Re-sorting bookshelves LE to PA (She had considered trying to find someone else to help her out with that until Spike was back, but the thought of having to train a temporary replacement made her weary). Groceries. Writing a letter to Princess Cadance…And then right there, a little further down was “Bon Bon and Lyra” with three pink hearts next to it.

“...C’mon Twilight. You’re gonna act like you’re not a total horndog? You’re going to pretend you’re not going to smash some pretty mare’s brain out today and knock her up?”

The purple shestallion rolled her eyes. “As a matter of fact, I might. HOWEVER. If you could stop pretending that that’s all I do every single day, that’d be nice. Besides, I invited you to join me for the grand opening of Ponyville’s new post office, and a certain someone was all too happy to just stay on her cloud and relax all day! It’s not like—”

“You were ten minutes late for your book club, Twi.” Rainbow Dash squinted.

“Hrmpf. Yes, I had to sort out a few legal matters with—”

“Twilight.” Rainbow cut her off, deadpanning. “Are you really going to pretend that that’s all that happened? Some dry as fuck legal bullshit?” Dash shook her head, and then reiterated. “You were late. You weren’t on time for your very own book club, Twi.” Dash paused for dramatic effect, by now floating in the air with a self-satisfied grin on her lips.

“We both know what that means, Twilight. There’s only one reason why you would ever be late and not freak out about it later, and it’s not some silly official meeting you had to attend.”

The alicorn’s cheeks were crimson-red. She could feel her cock twitch in sheer frustration. “Uuughh…”

The smirk on Rainbow’s lips grew even wider. Bingo. By now she was hovering in the air, just three or four feet of air separating her from Twilight. Dash leaned in even closer.

“And, Twilight~? Who was the lucky one this time? How about Mayor Mare? I bet that cranky old mare would just love to have someone like you to dust off her cellar, eh? Bet no one has touched her like that in years. Bet she was freakin’ thirsty for some of that“—Dash smacked her lips—“Fat purple alicorn dong. Probably slammed her until she went hoarse, right on top of her paperwork-covered desk?”

Que copious eyebrow-wiggling. Twilight’s dick twitched with need, and a bead of precum smacked onto the floor. Its owner was gritting her teeth.

“Or maybe her secretary? The cute one? Raven Inkwell? Couldn’t blame you. Bet she’s a lot more energetic in the bedroom than she lets on. Bet you’d get a real kick out of smashing her silly just a few feet from Mayor Mare’s office. Or…Oh…! How about both of them? As if you—or should I say ‘your dick’—would ever turn down a chance to…”

Dash dragged every single word out.

“Pump two pretty, fertile mares full of your foals, you breeding-addicted dork. Or do I need to remind you which nerdy, fat-dicked shestallion already knocked up like...a third of Ponyville’s mares and gets a hard-on whenever I point it out?”

There it was. The words. ‘Fertile’. ‘Foals’. ‘Breeding’. Rainbow Dash finished and leaned back with a satisfied smirk, returning to her seat. Just in time for Twilight’s heavy beast of a horsecock to loudly smack against the underside of the table. That monster of a horsecock was just as predictable, and insatiable, as it always was.

Fluttershy was sheepishly hiding behind a newspaper.

Twilight was still gritting her teeth. She took a deep, deep breath and steadied herself. She wasn’t going to give Rainbow the satisfaction of needing to blow a load this morning before she’d even left her home.

“Not bad, eh Twilight?” Dash remarked.

Twilight exhaled. “Hey Dash? You’re a handful to deal with, you know that?”

Rainbow proudly puffed out her chest. Twilight grumbled and then straightened her back, and stood up. Her dick continued to drag against the table’s underside. Precum dribbled to the floor and smeared into her skirt, the fabric clinging to her flare.

“But. You’re right. I had sex with”—Twilight corrected herself—“I fucked Mayor Mare. And Raven Inkwell. I bent them over Mayor Mare’s desk and fucked them hard enough they could barely even walk after I was done, and…Guh…Do you want to know something else?”

Twilight’s voice had increased in volume, fueled by her sexual frustration. Her dick twitched. Dash shifted in place as Twilight leaned towards her.

“Yeah? What’s that, Twi? You’re gonna…uh…get back at me for teasing you by smashing me harder than both of them together, or what?”

Twilight pulled back and frowned. “…No! I’m not going to ‘smash’ you at all! For now, anyway! Is that what this was all about? Teasing me so I’d drag you up to the bedroom and rut you silly? Well, I’m not THAT easy!” Rainbow Dash pouted. “And that’s since…” Twilight tapped her chin. “Well…as a silly, blue pegasus told me, I am sadly going to be busy all day! You know, Rainbow, I’ve got like…a LOT of mares to knock-up and smash or something like that! No time to lose!” This time it was Twilight’s turn to smirk.

Rainbow Dash snorted, unsure if she’d ever heard a weaker comeback, and put on an unimpressed deadpan. “Pfffft. Yeah, I guess. Better get going, then. If you’re still here in five minutes then…I WILL have to suck your dick, Twi.” Her voice was as dry as it could be.

Twilight tried her best to respond with a similarly flat, deadpan expression, but didn’t manage to suppress her own giggling. “Oh Dash, you’re…silly, I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re lucky Fluttershy is hogging the other newspaper, otherwise I’d have to thwack you with it for all that.”

The flustered Fluttershy winced as Twilight acknowledged her presence, burying her muzzle deeper in an article on Manehattan’s economic policies which she had already pretended to read for the past several minutes.

The alicorn, on the other hand, was already preparing her own departure. She emptied her mug, and slammed it onto the table. Breakfast, done. Her shaft had already begun to soften. Running through Ponyville with a rock-hard erection was not an option, after all. Word of mouth had already changed her reputation considerably, and she did not need that kind of story spreading through Equestria.

Really, it was a good thing she had turned “only leave your room fully dressed” into a habit. That was not going to stop Rainbow Dash—at least as long as the subtle outline of Twilight’s daunting horsecock visibly tented her skirt—but it helped to stay focused. Anything less than her full set-up was an invitation for casual sex, and…Okay, she didn’t exactly have an issue with casual sex, but princesses had to have priorities.

Still. After all of this teasing Twilight was pretty glad her ‘Lyra & Bon Bon’ “meeting” was scheduled to be early.

“Oh, and Dashie...” Twilight’s voice spelled trouble. She grinned. Rainbow cocked a brow. “...What?”

“It’s your turn to buy groceries. And don’t even think about making Fluttershy do it.”

“Uuuuuggggggghh...Fiiiiiine.”

Twilight’s horn flashed up, and a post-it note suddenly appeared on Rainbow’s forehead. Milk. Oatmeal. The pegasus went cross-eyed trying to read off the remaining items.

Exactly twenty-seven seconds before hitting the five minute blowjob ‘deadline,’ Twilight Sparkle was out of the door.

2 — Mating Call

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“Lyra, will you come back to bed? She’s not going to be THAT early.”

“But Bonny…!” Lyra mewled in return. The toothpaste-colored unicorn was bent over a piece of furniture and scanning the streets. All that poked through the curtain gap was her head, and Bon Bon thought that it was frankly better that way—her outfit barely managed to cover her nipples. Lyra’s butt wiggled in anticipation. “What if she IS going to be THAT early?”

Bon Bon grumbled. “Then she’ll see you gawk at her from across the street—muzzle squished flat against the window—and turn around and walk right back into her library, you goofy little thing,” she retorted. “Well, she probably won’t. But she will think that you’re being a weirdo. Now...C’mon. Come back here and give me a smooch. And don’t even think about checking the doorbell again.”

“But...”

“No buts. You already checked twice. The doorbell works.”

Lyra managed to pry herself away from the window. The pout on her face gave way to a grin, wide and bashful. She scratched the back of her head. Bonny was right—and besides, the streets of Ponyville were a lot less interesting than what was right in front of her.

Bon Bon was posing on their double-size bed, wrapping a twirl of candy-colored hair around a finger. She was lying on her side. Both her fertile, thick hips and the arm which she used to support her upper body’s weight were sinking into the soft, rose-colored sheets. The room was filled with the subtle lavender-ish scent of perfume, and the closed curtains prevented the glaring sunlight from intruding on the romantic atmosphere.

Bon Bon fluttered her lashes at Lyra, and arched her back to put emphasis on her chest. Just in case her girlfriend hadn’t gotten the hint yet.

Lyra glanced towards the door, and then right back to that lovely, bossy girl on the bed. Her marefriend. The best mare in the entire world, even during her grumpier moods, and this was not one of those.

Bon Bon smiled. “Don’t even think about it. I will drag you right back into my arms and pin you down if you try. That’s a promise. That you’re practically squishing your breasts against the window is bad enough.” She giggled. “You don’t really think that Twilight would ever miss out on this, do you?”

Her hand swept across the scene, gesturing. There was no small amount of pride in her voice.

“Haahh…I suppose not…Fuck, I don’t think anyone could turn this down. It’s amazing, Bonny.”

Bon Bon beamed. Despite Lyra’s palpable horniness, this had been Bon Bon’s idea, and she’d done most of the organizational work.

The scented candles, the fresh pillow covers, the decoration. The results spoke for themselves. Even the bottle of massage oil that sat on the nightstand had been Bon Bon’s idea, but it was still waiting to be applied to either pair of heavy, barely concealed breasts. Bon Bon had also been the one to approach Twilight with the offer, and now the couple was waiting for her, barely a week later. Lyra brimmed with excitement, and Bon Bon was filled with warm, deep-seated satisfaction at how well everything was going…and also with excitement. It was difficult not to be excited, after all.

And now that they’d spent the early morning cleaning up and setting the mood, they felt well and truly ready.

After all, they’d decided that today would be the day when they’d finally try for some foals of their own.

There was no reason to wait, really. Two were happily living together here in Ponyville, and well, not only were they both mares at the perfect age, with Lyra being a few years younger, but they were financially and emotionally ready to start a family.

Bon Bon curled up a finger for a classic ‘come hither’ gesture, and Lyra obliged.

They kissed.

Yes, today was going to be just perfect.

Bon Bon wore a night-gown which confidently passed as lingerie. From her puffy, pink nipples to her belly button, the purple-ish fabric was so thin that every contour of the shapely mare’s body was on display. Her panties were a near-matching purple. It wasn’t the coziest piece she owned—the fabric was digging into her thighs—but it showed off a generous hint of cameltoe, and more importantly, it matched her top. Some voice in the back of Bon Bon’s head fancied the idea that she stood a chance of getting her own classy, erotic page in an issue of Playpony, and...well, she’d tried out a few erotic poses on the bed while Lyra had been off to run errands, and finally settled for a few to greet Twilight with.

Lyra had been blessed both with a slimmer waist and with a set of breasts that strained Bon Bon’s bras with ease. The kind of chest that made stallions blush whenever the lime-colored mare bounced in place, as she was prone to do, and which still made her marefriend a tiny little bit huffy and jealous now and then. It wasn’t like Bon Bon lagged behind much, but Lyra’s hourglass was impressive. At the very least Bon Bon could pride herself on the thicker, shapely set of hips and a set of thighs strong enough to crush melons, or straddle Lyra’s face—whichever the situation called for.

Lyra’s get-up was significantly less classy than Bon Bon’s. Whereas Bon Bon’s was erotic, Lyra’s oozed with shameless sexual energy: her bikini top consisted of two tiny triangles connected by thin threads. Each one was just barely wide enough to cover her bulging areolae, but even then, all it’d take for her top to slip was a few careless, excited bounces. Moving south, Bon Bon’s panties tastefully stretched across her cutie mark and showed about half of it, while Lyra’s bikini bottom might as well not exist.

Hell, knowing that Lyra had just gone straight for the skimpiest, hottest bikini in her wardrobe was still enough to make Bon Bon’s brow furrow, but then again…The contrast was fitting. And besides, she loved her bouncy goofball of a marefriend either way.

“Now…are you just going to drool all over the sheets, or are you going to help me with this here?” Bon Bon cooed, dangling the bottle of massage oil in her hand.

“Nff…Already, Bonny? Besides, don’t you think that—“

The doorbell rang.

Lyra jolted, as though hit by lightning, then rushed towards the door and down the stairs. “Oh, oh, oh! It’s her! She’s here!”

Bon Bon returned the bottle of massage oil to the nightstand.

Down below a (slightly nervous!) Twilight waited patiently for someone to open the door. Her horn loomed six inches past the frame and kept going well past its decorative trim, towering over its surroundings much like the mare it was attached to—yet another case of housing erected without visiting alicorns taken into consideration.

This wasn’t the first time she’d had a scheduled appointment specifically to visit a pretty Ponyville mare and rut her brains out, but that didn’t mean that she’d gotten used to it yet. It was always ever so slightly different, and the anticipation still tickled that one nervous part of her personality—the part that was prone to overthinking and worrying.

Lyra tore the door open, and the alicorn was greeted by the sight of a jiggling, lime-colored and near-nude sexbomb of a unicorn who visibly struggled to keep her composure.

“H-Hiiii~!” Lyra was hyperventilating, her thighs pressing together, and her chest rising and lowering with every breath. She stared, gawked up at the amazonian alicorn who was taking up most of the door frame, the staggering size difference forcing her to tilt her head backwards. “...Woah.” Another three inches since the last time she’d seen her, and that had been from across the street, rather than up close. The unicorn was practically vibrating with excitement.

Wobble. Heave.

Twilight grinned awkwardly. It was a struggle to keep her eyes on Lyra’s face instead of the sheer amount of jiggling, inviting cleavage just a few inches further down.

“Greetings, uhm…Ms. Heartstrings! I see that...—” And then Lyra butted in before she’d had any chance to finish her sentence. “...By Celestia’s tits, I can’t believe you’re here! I’m just a little excited, and…Oh, I didn’t interrupt you, did I? Sorry! Sorry! Please go on, and uhm…” Lyra glanced left and right down the street, as though worried someone had seen them. “Please come in?”

“Ahahah…It’s fine, really.” Twilight snickered. “I just wanted to say that…ah, you really dressed for the occasion…!”

The alicorn stepped into the couple’s home.

Lyra bit on her lower lip, her cheeks flushed. “You like it? G-good, I was hoping it would…” She hesitated, rubbed the back of her neck and then went straight for the most blunt, direct approach possible. “…I was hoping it would get your dick hard.” She stared up with half-lidded bedroom eyes.

As if on command, Twilight’s cock twitched.

The unicorn continued. “…You don’t mind if I say that, do you?” Her tone was flirty; it was a rhetorical question. “I mean…I’m tossing all of the formalities out of the window, but ever since Bonny told me about all of this I’ve just thought about…y’know, about what it’s going to be like to have you pin me down on the bed and fuck, fuck, and fuck me until I’m pregnant five times over. Or ten times, I’m not picky.”

Lyra grinned and crossed her fingers, praying that Twilight was going to respond well to her flirting. Fuck, she’d been so freaking horny for the past hour or so, and Twilight better be ready to slam and breed her brains out...A hint of a bashful flush showed on Lyra’s cheeks.

The bookworm’s brain needed a few moments to catch up with Lyra’s rapid pacing. She blinked and stuttered, her purple beast of a womb-knocking horsecock already sliding from her sheath as its owner failed her charisma skill check. “...Aah? You know that it’s not actually possible to be pregnant several times over, right? Just asking, hope that doesn’t sound”—Lyra grabbed Twilight’s hand and yanked it right against one of her heavy, heaving tits. Squish. Twilight’s fingers dug into the supple flesh, the flimsy bra providing no barrier whatsoever. Her cock bulged her skirt out, brimming in anticipation and shuddering with the unending, obscene need to breed.

The need to mating press pretty, lovely mares just like this one and fuck, fuck and fuck them until they were hoarse from all their moaning, were panting and twitching, and carried one of Twilight’s foals.

Twilight immediately went silent. Her mouth opened, but she didn’t manage to get anything past her lips. Lyra smirked.

“Hey Twilight, are you here to talk, or are you here to…” Lyra winked, nodded and eyebrow-waggled towards the stairs.

Splrtch. Twilight retaliated. Or rather, her libido did. Her heavy, purple horsecock had stiffened at record pace, and now a thick, sticky bead of precum splattered onto the floor, with another following a few seconds after. Her absurd alicorn-virility was ramping up production until she was pumping out enough precum to fill an entire shot glass with each spurt.

All Lyra had needed were a few seconds. Twilight’s balls sagged lower, and heavier, feeling more swollen and pent-up with every passing moment. As if all the hard, obscene, lovely sex with her friends last night—under the pretense of ‘helping her with her problem’—hadn’t happened at all. She felt pent-up. Needy. Horny. Her cock twitched, gushing out strings of precum while Twilight struggled to keep her hands off her cock.

“Hnfff...F-fuck.”

It didn’t take long until the two were making their way up the stairs, kissing and groping each other.

Lyra’s bra was left behind, a sticky path of prejizz-dribbles connecting it to the bedroom.

And behind the door? Bon Bon puffed up her cheeks, still waiting patiently. This was taking longer than she had expec—

The door slammed open. Twilight carried Lyra in her arms. The shortstack of a unicorn was clinging to her, her legs hooked around Twilight’s hips, and her arms wrapped around the amazon-sized alicorn’s neck. The two were as close as you could possibly get to a ‘stand and carry’ position, all that was missing was penetration. Twilight’s cock was wedged between the two, and they were making out as if their lives depended on it.

Twilight entered the bedroom.

Or rather, tried to enter the bedroom. Seeing that she’d forgotten to keep her head down, the outcome was predictable. Twilight’s horn smacked against the doorframe.

“Ow!”

Bon Bon winced a little. Unicorn (alicorn?) horns were sensitive, but Twilight seemed to take it in stride, lowering herself and stepping into the room.

Seeing Lyra—her own marefriend—throw herself at someone like that made her heart race. At least the two weren’t fucking on the kitchen table, that thing was not built for that sort of—“Eeeek!” Bon Bon let out a squeak as Twilight half-released, half-tossed the spunky unicorn onto the bed. Lyra’s belly was sticky with prejizz. Twilight’s horsecock, now unrestrained, swayed in front of her in its full mare-breeding, insatiable glory. It twitched.

“...Hi!” Twilight beamed. Just a hint of awkwardness this time, mostly overshadowed by horniness.

“Oh! There you are, I almost thought that…that...” Bon Bon swallowed as her gaze drifted lower onto the arm-thick horsecock which now swayed in front of her. “…that…sweet Celestia, Dash wasn’t kidding…”

Bon Bon found herself staring at that monster protruding from Twilight’s crotch. Her jaw had dropped. She was gawking and staring, and the same cock-shock which Twilight had seen so many times before was written into her eyes. A bead of precum splattered onto the floor, then a second, then a third. One with every throb. Alicorn virility on display.

Twilight’s cock dominated the room with its presence. It was as if merely seeing it cranked up the temperature by several degrees, and inevitably threatened to push adjacent mares into a state of fertility. Twilight’s heavy, dark-purple nuts swayed between her legs, looking pent-up, bloated, and swollen with an untold amount of her seed, her sweat-steaming nutsack tightly stretched around her gonads.

As Bon Bon’s gaze traveled up it lingered on Twilight’s leathery sheath, before ascending along the veiny, pulsing inches of her shaft. It was thick, reminding her of a battering ram. “Alicorn-sized”. More than capable of bottoming out in mares without getting to hilt. The medial ring was even broader, and Twilight’s flare was almost daunting in its size. Precum continued to dribble and gush—at least there’d be no risk of a lack of lubrication here.

Bon Bon gulped. Her mouth suddenly felt dry.

Lyra giggled. She fluttered her lashes at Twilight, posing on the bead and spreading her legs to show off a little more, the outline of her cameltoe hinting through her bikini-bottom.

Twilight managed to ignore her, and instead focused on her other ‘victim’, a certain earth pony who was still catching glances at the alicorn’s package. Bon Bon licked her lips, tense. She stared up at Twilight, struggling to sustain the casual ‘bedroom eyes’ look which she’d practiced. Something about Twilight made her feel small, even beyond the staggering height difference. They looked at each other for a few moments. Then Twilight spoke.

“Hey, Bon Bon. You look amazing.” There was a brief pause. “…So, are you ready?”

Bon Bon blinked. “Ready? A-ah, you don’t want Lyra to be your first…?“ She shook her head and caught herself. “Of course. I mean…you know…” She gestured at the room, and returned to her practiced half-lidded gaze. Still a little nervous, but trying to stay composed. “I’m ready. It doesn’t get any readier than this, don’t you think? I know what I’m getting myself into here, and I…” She gulped. “I want your foals, Twilight. I’ve seen how happy your friends are, and…Nnfff…Lyra and I decided that it’s about time we have some foals of our own…well, sort of. Getting them from you sure beats involving some random stallion, you know?” She blushed. “Sorry, I hope that doesn’t sound weird, but you know how it is. A-anyway! I’m ready.” She gulped. “I-I want your foals, Twilight.” Bon Bon reiterated.

Lyra giggled. She was watching the exchange and miraculously managed to keep her mouth shut. She bit her lip as Twilight climbed onto the bed, kneeling. Bon Bon shuddered.

“Bonny?” Twilight’s voice was kind. “I…I know that it’s pretty big. I can tell that you’re at least a little nervous, okay? Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”

Bon Bon’s brow furrowed, and she puffed up her cheeks. “N-nervous? Me? Hah! Oh please, Twilight, this is nothing I can’t handle. Look, it is pretty huge, but—“

Twilight cocked an eyebrow before pulling Bon Bon close, practically yanking the earth pony into a gentle kiss that lasted for several, drawn-out seconds. Lyra gasped. Bon Bon tensed up, and then relaxed visibly. Her hands reached out to get a feel for Twilight’s towering, looming body. Putting her head back like this just for a kiss made her feel like a highschool-filly again.

Twilight’s hands lifted Bon’s night-gown, then gently wrapped around her, and came to rest on the mare’s fertile hips. Simultaneously, the earth pony carefully reached for Twilight’s shaft, as if she still struggled to believe that this beast was actually real.

“Never thought it’d be that easy to get you to shuddup, Bonny.” Lyra chimed in.

Bon Bon grumbled, before leaning into Twilight for another kiss, while Lyra finally joined the fray, sandwiching Bon Bon between herself and Twilight, and gently nibbling at her marefriend’s neck.

As Bon Bon escaped their grasp a few minutes of sloppy, gentle kissing and snuggling later, her breath was heavy and warm.

“Ugh...Guh...! Never would’ve taken you for such a kisser, Twilight. Mfff...Hey, usually the only one who gets to kiss me like that is my marefriend, so consider yourself lucky—Mrmphf!”

Another deep, gentle kiss. Twilight rocked her body against Bon Bon’s, her shaft gently grinding against her. Lyra pampered the huffy earth pony by nibbling on her eartips, massaging her from behind. As Twilight pulled out of the kiss “Bonny” had finally relented.

“Nff…Twilight?”

“Mhmmm…?”

“Guh, I want to…you know…”

Lyra interjected. “She wants to suck your dick, Twi. Like…jeez, she even told me before that she wants to get face-to-flare with that thing, and—“ Bon Bon gave Lyra a shove, her own face beet-red. “—Eeek! Hey, what was that for? ...Okay, I know exactly what that one was for, but it’s not like I’m wrong...!”

A short while later, Twilight was sitting at the edge of their bed, with Bon Bon squatting in front of her, legs spread and pampering every little inch of the shestallion’s cock with the kisses and affection it deserved. Lyra was at her side, eyebrow-waggling up at Twilight with a look that suggested “See? She’s freakin’ thirsty for it if you let her.” Bon Bon finally stopped hogging the alicorn breeder’s dick—after a few minutes of single-minded cock worship—and the two mares exchanged sloppy, spit-dribbling kisses while keeping a pair of hands at Twilight’s shaft at all times. Stroking it, slowly and surely.

Bon Bon’s lipstick had turned into a few colorful smears on her lovers’ bodies, and the ripe scent of sweat and musk filled the air, mingling with the smell of scented candles. She knew this beast would end up inside of her, and was so excited she could barely believe it.

She knew that this day was the one. That she’d get a pretty, lovely foal mating-pressed into her womb. That she had invited Twilight Sparkle to her home with the sole intent of being bred by her, of carrying her foals and raising them together with Lyra.

Her head felt all fuzzy. She might as well savor it for a while before getting to the main event.

Up above, Twilight was in heaven, struggling to keep it together, and to hold back from blowing a massive, sticky load of jizz right between the lovers’ breasts, across their faces, manes, and really across their entire bedroom.

By the time Bon Bon once again descended on Twilight’s shaft, somehow managed to wedge the obscene flare past her lips, and took it as deep as she reasonably could, Twilight had already been edged twice, and it’d just be a matter of time until her swollen, cum-bloated nuts would release their load. Throb. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck...She’d never, ever thought that this ‘grumpy’ mare was such a show-off in the bedroom, or even capable of taking her cock that deep. She bit onto her lower lip. Fuck. She didn’t want to cum yet, but...

“Heeh~ Atta girl. Jeez, you’re throwing yourself at that thing like you’re starving, Bonny.”

“You know, if you keep going like that I’m going…to…y’know...” Twilight panted, her dick twitching with intensifying need.

Bon Bon hesitated, slowed down, and then slowly—very, very slowly—pulled off of Twilight’s cock, just barely keeping the pressure in Twilight’s balls at bay. She felt a sense of pride well up in her chest as it left her mouth with a satisfying ‘pop’, and for a good four, five seconds she just stared right up at Twilight, directly past the huge, twitching, shuddering cockhead resting on her face, looming between them.

The earth pony fell back onto her butt, before staring up at Twilight with a hungry, satisfied, and ever so slightly smug grin. She’d made her point, now it was time to get to the real deal. “Hng…guh, just fucking breed me already.”

Bon Bon didn’t have to ask twice. After all that, Twilight’s swollen balls felt stuffed to the point of bursting.

It was time. The entire room was drenched in the heady, overpowering scent of sex, sweat, and love. Twilight’s virile scent flooded their nostrils. The candles’ lavender scent had been nearly drowned out, not that any of them cared. Neither about that, nor about the long-forgotten bottle of massage oil.

The alicorn looked at Lyra, and nodded towards the sheets. Lyra followed the order, and lied down on her back. She was still wearing her bikini bottom, but really, that flimsy little thing left so little to the imagination that it might as well have not been there.

Besides, Bon Bon was going to be first. At Twilight’s command, the earth pony climbed onto her marefriend, trembling with anticipation as her breasts squished right against Lyra’s. Unlike Lyra, Bon Bon’s top was still right where it belonged. Her nightgown clung to her heaving chest, by now soaked in sweat, precum, and spit.

The two shared a passionate, sloppy kiss as Twilight climbed onto the bed.

“Bon Bon? I...” Twilight began. The earth pony turned her head a little, staring up at the needy alicorn’s cock. “...Mhuh?” Twilight still felt as if all it’d take to push her over the edge was a breeze. “Oh, I...I just wanted to say...Sweet Celestia, you’re so fucking hot.”

“Told ya, Bonny.” Lyra placed a kiss on Bon’s muzzle. The earth pony shuddered. “Well, what are you w-waiting for? Make me...make me a mother...”

A sudden flash of light later, Bon Bon’s nightgown vanished into thin air and reappeared a few feet to the left, now dangling from a cabinet doorknob. Twilight was rewarded with an adorable squeak from the earth pony. Her panties followed with another flash, leaving her as naked as the day she was born. “N-nff...! Oh sweet Celestia, I...I...I’m really going to be pregnant, am I?”

Lyra grinned at her marefriend. “Uh-huh. That’s why we’re here, Bonny.” She nibbled at Bon Bon’s muzzle. “Excited? Excited that you’re going to be the first of us two who gets to take that...jeez, that thick, fucking dick?”

The earth pony felt the daunting weight of Twilight’s cock smack against her ass. Its flare continued to pump out wads of slimy prejizz, now right onto her back. She’d already swished her tail to the side, and now spread her legs a little further.

“Nfff...L-Lyra? Sweet Celestia, it’s so heavy. I don’t know how...hah, how I even managed to take that thing into my mouth,” Bon Bon gushed and rambled. “Like...I don’t know...it’s like it’s even heavier than it should be for its size, and it’s fucking huge, but—Eep...!” The earth pony squeaked as a rope of precum splattered against her upper back.

Lyra cocked a brow. From her position she could barely even see what was happening, but she was pretty sure that Twilight hadn’t put it in yet.

“Nff...” Bon Bon panted. “S-sorry, it’s just...got hit by a spurt of precum and I...” She went silent, then redirected herself. “Doesn’t matter, you know? Just gimme another kiss, I can’t believe how horny I am already.” Bon Bon pressed her lips against Lyra’s, and forced her tongue into her mouth, lovingly stroking her marefriend’s neck.

She felt Twilight pull back, the weight of her shaft dragging along Bon Bon’s cheeks, while Twilight’s hands sank into her fertile hips before lifting her ever so slightly to get her into the perfect position.

Then that broad, womb-threatening flare pulsed right against the opening of her drooling pussy, gently prodding. This was it. It twitched, precum gushing across her folds. Bon Bon just barely managed to pull herself out of the kiss in time.

“P-pregnant...I’m going to be a mother...” Her heart was racing. She looked at her marefriend below.

“L-Lyra? I just uhm, wanted to say that...that...” Her throat felt dry. Her entire body was filled with fire, and every breath she took, every kiss the two had shared had only made it more clear that this was exactly what she wanted. What both of them wanted. She’d never, ever thought that she’d get all romantic in a situation like this, or that she’d lose control and throw herself at Twilight’s cock like that, yet here she was, and she was happy.

“...that I love you. I really do. I...I’m so happy and excited, and...fff...f-fuckfuckFUCKfuckfuck...”

Bon Bon rocked forwards, a hand digging into the sheets. She had tensed up as Twilight’s flare penetrated her, suddenly feeling its impressive girth spread her open. Her breath was heavy.

Twilight’s thrusts started out slow and gentle, giving her newest ‘broodmare’ plenty of time to adjust to her size as she slowly worked her shaft in deeper and deeper. Bon Bon was wet like a mare in heat, and her pussy stretched around Twilight’s girth. She’d had plenty of experience with toys, but this thing was the real deal, and felt so much more alive. It was also big, bigger than any of her or Lyra’s toys, stretching her like nothing ever had before, filling her just perfectly. They had used large toys before, but they didn’t hold a candle to this, and Bon Bon knew she’d need to get new ones, bigger ones, if she ever wanted to be satisfied like this again. Twilight’s bulging flare ground against the inner walls of Bonny’s marehood over and over, and the alicorn slowly picked up the pace without interrupting her deliberate, steady rhythm, before she eventually bottomed out and stopped. She hadn’t exactly hilted—she was just too big for all of that to fit into Bon Bon, or any ordinary mare—but Bon Bon was now utterly stuffed with thick, fat, purple, unreplicable, Grade-A alicorn horsecock. No wonder Twilight’s friends had made a harem in everything but name, if this was what they got.

This gave Bon Bon a few moments to calm down, adjust to her stud’s unrived size, and focus purely on the sensations of being taken, of feeling Twilight’s warm, precum-dribbling stallionhood stretch her out. The bed quietly groaned and sagged slightly. Lyra and Bon Bon stared deep into each other’s eyes. Soon, however, Twilight’s desire, no, need to knock up her broodmare overcame her patience, and, moving like a locomotive, she started thrusting again, starting out slow, but gaining a little speed on each thrust.

“Nff...I-I can’t wait to be a mother, and to...raise foals together, Lyra. I lov—” Bon Bon stalled as Twilight thrust into her. “—I love you so much, Lyra...and...and...T-twi? Thank you so much for this...”

Her voice was trembling with lust. Her entire body felt warm and fuzzy as she rocked with the motions, and Twilight’s cock slammed into her again, and again, and again. Still settling into the motions, while Bon Bon down below panted.

“H-hah, I can feel it inside me, I can feel every single twitch, and I...oh sweet Celestia, I feel so fucking needy. Like a dumb schoolfilly during her first heat, like...Nfff...”

The two lovers kissed. Lyra was still supporting the earth pony’s weight. Her hands roamed across Bon Bon’s body, gently massaging her, all while Twilight above struggled to hold off from blowing her load too soon, too early. All the edging and teasing had gotten her so close to the edge that she was already close to dousing Bon Bon’s pussy with a torrent of sticky, sperm-packed seed. Even if she could go again, and again, she at least wanted to push Bon Bon across the edge first. Twilight panted, her breaths now matching her thrusts in imitating a locomotive, tongue nearly hanging from her mouth as her swollen balls balked in protest, urging for release. So freaking full. She’d need to bring her A-game if she was going to do that.

Slowing down slightly, Twilight started to do her favorite thing: experiment. Dexterously adjusting the angle and exact direction of her thrusts, she started paying close attention to Bon Bon’s breathing and her hot, wet snatch. After a few moments of this, and varying intensity of reactions in pleasure, Bon Bon’s cunt spasmed and she let out a high-pitched gasp in pleasure—there was the sweet spot.

Immediately picking the pace back up, pushing past Bon Bon’s now vice-tight grip, Twilight hurtled her mare towards the edge as her medial ring ground against the earth pony’s clit every. Single. Time. she thrusted out, before her flared head caressed her g-spot on every single thrust back in, pushing her towards her peak at a record-setting pace.

Bon Bon saw white, and the only two things left in her world were her lover, especially her eyes and lips, and her shestud’s magnificent shaft utterly filling her. She opened her lips to say something, or start kissing the love of her life again, when a particularly good thrust forced a moan out of her, her eyes rolling up and her face contorting in pleasure. Lyra, for her part, was getting the best show of her life, and wrapped her arms around her marefriend’s neck before pulling her close and starting a rather one-way makeout session, with Bon Bon simply gasping and moaning into her marefriend’s mouth

The entire bed groaned and shook as Twilight picked up the pace. The lovers were squished against each other, Bon Bon struggling to focus on anything while Lyra took care of her. The sound of her pants and moans became higher, and higher, and higher.

Bon Bon’s orgasm hit her like a freight train, and reduced the proud, bossy mare to a drooling wreck. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she panted, eyes rolling back and crossing in utter satisfaction, spit and drool dribbling onto her marefriend down below. Lyra didn’t mind, not at all. She could feel Bon Bon’s limbs and muscles twitching at random, and if she were a more jealous mare, she might be upset that she could no longer say that Bon Bon had gotten the best, most intense orgasm of her life because of her. Thankfully, she wasn’t, and the thought was just more fuel to the fire of lust now raging inside of her.

Twilight’s cock twitched, harder this time. Its flare thickened, and it became more than clear that Twilight’s attempt to take it slowly to postpone her own orgasm was doomed to fail. There was just one way out of this, and that way was forward.

Bon Bon let out a surprised squeak as Twilight tensed up, slowed down, and then went from ‘gentle mating’ straight to ‘brutal, bed-creaking jackhammering’ in a matter of seconds. Each thrust sent a ripple through Bon Bon’s body, each one coming harder and faster than the last, causing the still-sensitive mare below to cum again, losing any semblance of conscious thought, eyes crossed and rolled back, face contorted with absolute, unmatched rapture, simply panting “fuckfuckfuck” over and over. Her cunt stretched, strained around the girth of Twilight’s endowments, and then—suddenly—that flare rammed right against her cervix.

And not one moment too soon.

A torrent of alicorn cum burst from Twilight’s flare, and flooded the earth pony’s womb with the sole and entire purpose of knocking her up. Bon Bon’s eyes shot open, higher thought returning, her limbs trembling and shuddering as—throb after throb—ropes of glue-thick, incredibly, obscenely virile seed filled her up.

Pregnant.

It felt right.

The word still lingered in Bon Bon’s foggy mind as—suddenly—Twilight hugged her from behind and pulled her onto her wobbling, unstable knees. She held Bon Bon in a tight, but warm grip, fingers kneading into the earth pony’s breasts while continuing to thrust, now getting slower and slower as she rode out her orgasm. Every single inch of her shaft tingled and shuddered with satisfaction, bulging out the mare’s belly while Lyra watched. Twilight’s chin rested on the earth pony’s head, keeping her snug and close.

A short while later Twilight placed a single gentle kiss on the earth pony’s head, and slowly pulled back. Her flare popped from Bon Bon’s pussy with a meaty, sloppy ’schlorp’, followed by a gush of semen. Twilight panted. Still almost as hard as a few minutes ago. Still almost as full. Still just as horny. No matter how much she’d learned about keeping her overwhelming need to breed, her libido under control, by now the beast had awoken, and...

“...Woah.” Lyra was still gawking as her marefriend slid off her and collapsed into a blissful, horny, completely satisfied, and utterly spent puddle of a mare. It was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen in her life, and she was hornier than she’d ever been before.

She gulped, and then repeated herself. “...Woah! Jeez, Twilight. Rainbow was right as she said that uh...that you sure know how to fuck, Twi.”

A flush appeared on the alicorn’s cheeks, and she rubbed her temples. “Uuugh, I’ll have to talk to Rainbow. I am pretty sure I told her not to share all those details with half of Ponyville, but...” She let out a sigh. Her gaze drifted lower to Lyra’s heaving breasts.

Oh right. She had almost forgotten how freaking horny she felt. And how her balls still felt full enough to smash half of Ponyville into motherhood. And that Lyra was right fucking there, visibly needy, trembling with pent-up sexual energy and excitement, waiting to have a foal slammed into her womb.

Lyra grinned. “Hey Twilight? I want the same thing Bonny got. Scratch that, you better have enough energy to give me that ten times over, and—”

Twilight stopped listening, pinned Lyra onto the bed and forced a kiss onto her lips.

A few minutes later the bed trembled beneath the steady, rhythmic onslaught of Twilight’s thrusts.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

The entire room was drowning in the heady, potent smell of sex, sweat, and semen. The air was hot, and getting more stale as the three mares drew labored, needy breaths. Bon Bon had barely managed to roll off her marefriend and onto her back, and was still panting. She wore a goofy, satisfied smile, though she felt ready to pass out, and sleep for several days straight, but the creaking bed and adorable squeaks of her marefriend kept her awake.

Bon Bon rubbed her belly. It felt so warm.

Lyra was likewise lying on her back, and was now engaged in the most thorough cuddlefucking their house had ever seen. Her legs were pushed back, her hooves near her head, the poster child of being mating-pressed, while the tall alicorn pounded her into another reality with steady, gentle thrusts. The bed shook and wobbled.

“Hrrfff...fuck me, Twilight! I...guh, fuck me so hard I’ll see stars, fucking breed me!”

Watching Bonny get railed had been fun in itself, but...yeah, being on the receiving end of Twilight’s dick was a whole different story. The unicorn was clutching at the sheets, throwing her head left and right. She’d had plenty of experience with toys, but it’d been a while since she’d had a real cock, not that even the best of them could hold a candle to the embodiment of virility and studliness that was Twilight’s addictive, mare-breaking tool. Not to mention that—as Bon Bon, and now she, were quickly learning—Twilight wielded it with the grace and finesse of one with years of experience and countless conquests, despite her possessing it for only a few months. Twi’s flare was kinda intimidating to look at, sure, but feeling it scrape along the walls of her marehood pushed buttons Lyra never even knew existed.

She could feel the texture of its veins. She could feel its medial ring grinding against her pussy, then stretching it open and rubbing her clit as Twilight dared to thrust deeper. She could feel every single throb, and the rocking furniture, even as Twilight’s flare ground against the walls of her marehood, and made her pant high-pitched, adorable moans and squeaks. Best of all, she could feel its fat, flared head reaching deep and booping her g-spot like only Bonny had been able to do.

Staring up into Twilight’s eyes and seeing just how horny the purple shestallion was—how much Twilight wanted her—only made it that much better.

It was intense and shameless, but first and foremost it was passionate.

Bon Bon couldn’t help but giggle as Lyra opened her mouth to shout yet another obscene line, possibly one lifted straight from a sleazy porn movie.

“G-guhh...F-fuckfuckfuuuuck...Guh, I better be pregnant with twins after this...fuck it, triplets! If the...hrgggf...” Lyra’s voice became unintelligible, and transitioned smoothly to a moan loud enough it could be heard outside on the street, as Twilight fucked her right across the edge and into a brain-fuzzying orgasm. As her pussy spasmed and twitched, Lyra’s sweet mare-juices splattered across the alicorn’s girth.

“Hggrff...” Lyra panted and gasped for breath, chest heaving to suck in more air. Her tongue lolled from her mouth. Her mane was messy, and covered part of her eyes. Twilight slowed down to give her a few moments to recover. It took considerable willpower to slow down at all, really, but Lyra didn’t seem to mind. The unicorn continued to grind, and rock with the motions.

Lyra giggled dizzily. “Hrf...T-triplets. If the sex is...is that fucking good, then it has to be triplets, right? That’s how it works, right, Twilight?”

Twilight saw Lyra winking up at her, but still blurted out: “...What! No? No! No, that’s not how...Hrfff...F-fuckfuck, don’t tease me like that, guh...” The alicorn burst into a little fit of laughter. It was difficult to stay mad at Lyra for that kind of joke, especially while almost balls deep inside of her.

Lyra had to stretch to put a hand around Twilight’s neck, but really, that was a given with how much taller the alicorn was. The alicorn flushed, and allowed herself to be pulled down. “Huff. And I here I thought Pinkie was bad with all of her puns during sex.” Lyra poked her tongue out at her, and waggled her brows. Twilight responded in kind. The two tongue-wrestled and kissed, slowly approaching the alicorn shestallion’s own peak. Maybe keeping her locked in a drawn-out kiss was what it took to keep her from talking, Twilight thought.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Lyra’s legs felt sore. She was beginning to feel the exertion catch up with her. As the alicorn finally ended the kiss, Lyra used her well-earned freedom to turn her head.

She saw Bon Bon, looked deep into her amazing, lovely-as-fuck marefriend’s turquoise eyes, and grinned a toothy grin. Bonny smiled in return, her eyes half-lidded and content. Lyra reached out, her hand searching for Bon Bon’s. Their fingers interlocked.

“Hngff...G-getting close...”

Lyra pulled her head back and stared up at Twilight, who was trying to stall her orgasm by a few more moments by staring at the (remarkably boring) bedroom wallpaper three feet ahead.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Twilight’s thrusts had gotten more erratic, and shorter. Her flare ground against Lyra’s cervix in all the right ways. The bed creaked and wobbled beneath them, straining under the weight of two mares and a towering alicorn stud, and the enduring onslaught of her thrusts.

“Hey Twi?”

The alicorn blinked, before blurting out an incoherent. “Bwuhwha...?”

“You better look me in the eyes as you breed me.”

The two locked eyes, and that was enough to push Twilight right across the edge.

Her swollen, always-eager balls tensed up in anticipation of getting to release their load into another fertile womb. Her flare thickened dramatically deep, deep inside of Lyra to provide a tight seal and keep all that potent, dense, glue-thick seed right where it belonged.

The bed strained and shook as the bookworm’s animalistic thrusts finally pushed the wood to its limits.

A sudden “CRACK!” was heard. The upper right edge of the bed slammed onto the floor, putting all three of them askew. The wooden leg had snapped right off, and tumbled across the floor in a parabolic arc. Bon Bon squeaked.

With the first rope of cum finally bursting from Twilight’s cock head, and with Lyra panting, happily whimpering and clinging to her marefriend’s hand, slowing down or pulling out to assess the damage done to the furniture was just not going to happen. Not until every last drop of seed had been pumped into Lyra’s womb, and she was absolutely, positively, and utterly pregnant.

A few moments passed as Twilight rode out her orgasm, grinding her hips with slow, steady movements. Her balls—by now finally beginning to feel less swollen—gently smacked against Lyra. Twilight’s cock was half-hard, and had stopped flaring, allowing cum to gush and dribble from the unicorn’s pussy.

Her breath was slow and heavy, the drawn-out rutting taking its toll. A bead of sweat dripped from her chin, and hit Lyra’s forehead. The unicorn looked like she needed a few more moments to recover.

“F-fuuuuck...Goodness, did the bed really just...”

She looked up. The head of the bed was tilted, leaving the three lovers in an odd, though not particularly precarious position. One foot had snapped right off, and was now lying a good few feet to Twilight’s right. Bon Bon let out a sigh as it became clear that the bed was neither going to collapse further, nor going to crush straight through the floor and into the living room.

The three of them basked in the sweet, fuzzy sensation of afterglow. Twilight’s magic had reinforced the bed just enough to ensure its stability. She pulled out of Lyra, who was now huddled against the vastly taller alicorn’s left side, her face squished against Twilight’s breast. Lyra was playing with the wooden stub, careful not to get any splinters onto the bed.

Bon Bon was resting against Twilight’s right side, her index finger drawing circular patterns onto the alicorn’s thigh. She let out a happy little sigh.

“Twilight...?”

The alicorn perked up. “Hmm?”

“You know, you really changed as a person? I think? In a good way, I mean!” Bon Bon grinned up at her. “...You know, you feel different. Bigger, maybe, and not just physically, if that makes sense? Maybe it’s the whole alicorn thing, but...well, you’re actually starting to give me some of those princessly vibes. Big, strong, reliable, good at taking control and leading, that kind of stuff.” She giggled. “Maybe all those friendship lessons paid off. Or it’s just a side effect of the whole...you know, ‘having sex with your friends until they stop pestering you to fuck them’ thing. Pinkie and Rainbow aren’t exactly shy about that.”

Bon Bon continued. “Let me tell you, I am not disappointed. If anything you’ll find me crawling back for another round. Oh, and...about the bed...”

Twilight flushed. “Oh! The bed. Ah, just...don’t worry about it, okay? I’ll pay for it, or...well, I could try to fix it myself with a few spells, but damage like this can be a bit tricky to repair, and—”

Bon Bon reached all the way up, and placed a finger on Twilight’s lips. “Shush.”

The alicorn nodded, cheeks flushed just a little bit more.

“That’s not what I meant. Lyra and I are getting foals out of this, I’d say paying the price of a bed is a pretty good deal. What I meant to say is that...hope you won’t mind if half of Ponyville knows about the bed breaking thing sooner or later. I’ll try to keep my mouth shut, but that’s the sort of thing that you really wanna brag about” She giggled, and retracted her finger.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. It’s not like Rainbow Dash and Pinkie haven’t already shared plenty of stories with everyone who’s willing to listen. And besides, breaking a whole bed is definitely a first.” The alicorn grinned, looking almost proud of herself. “I blame you two. For being so hot and all that.”

Bon Bon snickered. “You need to work on your dirty talk and flirting, if that’s the best comeback you can think of,” she teased, and wrapped her hand around Twilight’s flaccid shaft. “Well...you don’t need to. I’m pretty sure mares just throw themselves at you either way~.”

She accentuated her words by squeezing Twilight’s cock.

“So...Another round? I’d say there’s still plenty of furniture left to break...”

3 — Evening Relaxation

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It was early afternoon when Twilight got home.

Twilight sprawled out on her couch, and let out a blissful sigh. Her muscles felt sore. Who would’ve thought that life as an alicorn would be so exhausting?

Even this new one—she’d bought it less than two weeks ago—had never been designed with alicorns in mind. Twilight’s hooves dangled across the armrest opposite her head. She had gotten used to that by now, but the thought of commissioning Princess Celestia’s personal carpenter to get herself something ‘appropriately sized’ was oddly tempting, and made her feel all fuzzy inside.

Ancient Arcana in the context of spatio-temporal Clairvoyance left its shelf and floated towards the alicorn, wrapped in the wobbling magenta of her magic. It was a monstrous tome, weighing in at some 800 pages in length, and bound in the glorious 12 x 19 inch folio format.

With a wink of her magic the book opened on page 437, and revealed a wondrous (and colorful!) diagram of flow lines emerging from a peculiar artifact when put into a certain type of spatial-arcane field. Just looking at it nearly made Twilight drool, but sullying these pages with her bodily fluids was—of course—completely out of the question.

Twilight sighed happily, fingers wriggling with excitement. She turned the page, and was greeted with dense, terminology-laden paragraphs on highly specialized academic topics, the kind that’d make most ponies recoil with fear and incomprehension. Twilight was not ‘most ponies’.

She loved it.

Twilight started reading.

Before she’d even finished the chapter, someone turned the doorknob, before slamming open the door. Twilight slipped a bookmark between the pages.

Rainbow Dash swaggered into the room. “...Aaanyway, as I was saying. So that musician, the grey one. The high-society one. You should’ve seen the look on her face as I told her how big it is, like, her jaw just dropped...oh hi, Twilight.” Rainbow winced as she noticed Twilight, her gaze darting back and forth between the alicorn and the door.

“Uhh...uhh...”

Twilight merely cocked a brow while Rainbow Dash continued to fidget, a bead of sweat appearing on her forehead.

Then Fluttershy entered, carrying two heavy bags of groceries. “...Oh goodness, good afternoon, Twi...!” She was as cheerful as ever, merelya little exhausted, and flustered by Dash’s story.

“...Anyway, how are you doing, Twi? Fluttershy was just uh, accompanying me as I ran errands, and now we’re back.” Dash grinned awkwardly. She wore the nervous smile of a pegasus who still remembered exactly how grumpy Twilight had been the last time Dash had tried to offload her chores on someone else.

The amazonian alicorn barely resisted the urge to facepalm, and settled for giving Dash a thoroughly unamused deadpan.

Dash pouted. “C’mon Twi, don’t be like that. Flutters offered to help me, it’s not like I made her do it. So...we’re cool, right?...right?”

A wink of Twilight’s magic plucked the grocery bags from Fluttershy’s hands, and tossed them into Rainbow’s arms. Dash scrambled to catch and hold them, and just barely managed to not drop either of them.

“...Alright, fiiiiine. I guess I’ll take care of that, then. But then we’re even, okay?”

Dash’s question was met with a flat look which suggested one, and only one, thing: Any word she spoke would merely compromise her chances of getting a piece of Twilight’s fat, purple dick this evening. A truly horrible fate. Twilight wielded her ‘powers’ (or penis, as the case may be) without remorse.

Rainbow gulped, and dashed off to the kitchen.

Twilight let out a thoughtful ‘hrm’. Fluttershy smiled, unsure what to say. She fidgeted for a moment, and then spoke up. “Uhm...i-it’s true, I offered to help her, Twi. I-I didn’t mind! You’re not m-mad at her, are you?”

“I know that you did, Fluttershy. I know.” Twilight pulled the pegasus into a gentle, short kiss. “And no, I’m not mad at her. Or at you. But...see, Princess Celestia told me that it’s very important to surround myself with ponies who take their tasks seriously, rather than trying to slack off or do as little work as possible. And...okay, I don’t think Dash is trying to be lazy, she’s just a little bratty sometimes. She’s used to doing her chores whenever she feels like it, and this is her adjusting, and rebelling, to living with others. She’ll come around sooner or later.”

“So, you’re really not mad at her?”

“No. In fact, I think Dash would be disappointed if I’d let her off too easily. She might even want me to put her in her place. She’s just testing the boundaries, like she probably did back in flight school.”

Fluttershy blinked, evidently trying to wrap her head around that.

“Just...you know, promise me that you let her carry the groceries next time, okay? You are pregnant. At least as pregnant as Rainbow Dash, even. Don’t overexert yourself.” Twilight smiled. “Want to give me another kiss?”

Fluttershy beamed. The two kissed. Fluttershy practically melted into Twilight, wrapping her arms around the towering alicorn shestud, and leaning against her. She let out a happy little sigh, staring up. Twilight felt the pegasus’ baby bump squish against her groin. “Uhm...Twi...would you mind if we...you know...I’d love to h-help you r-relax a little, and make you feel good, i-if you’d like...” Fluttershy’s voice decreased in volume as she spoke, the last few words being near inaudible.

The alicorn brushed her fingers through Fluttershy’s mane, and nodded. The pegasus purred.

Twilight reclaimed her spot on the couch, this time slightly angled towards the edge. Her legs were spread, her left hoof remaining on the floor, while her right leg rested on the couch’s arm rest. The position was ever so slightly awkward, but it provided just enough space for Fluttershy to pamper the alicorn’s heavy, intoxicating cock with all the worship it demanded, and which Fluttershy was more than eager to give.

Ancient Arcana in the context of spatio-temporal Clairvoyance levitated into position in front of Twilight’s face, ready to ‘save’ the alicorn before she’d get too distracted. She’d shielded the monstrous tome beneath several layers of spells, which was more than enough to protect it from stray spurts of precum. It was rather amusing how something that had once been considered kinky and lewd was now so mundane that it barely slowed her reading down.

Twilight resumed reading, while down below her dick hardened in anticipation.

Fluttershy’s spot was right in front of the shestallion’s package. She knelt down, her modest sweater doing little to contain the sheer magnitude of the motherly pegasus’ breath-taking bustline. She’d been very well endowed to start with, and had only grown as her pregnancy progressed. At this point, ‘stacked beyond belief’ was a severe understatement, considering that the number of mares bigger than her could be counted on one hand. Fluttershy shifted closer, her heaving breasts coming to rest on Twilight’s bulging package. All that separated the two were a few layers of fabric.

The pegasus fumbled, flushed and excited. Fluttershy finally mared up the confidence to reach for Twilight’s skirt, and gently tugged it upwards, out of the way. The heady, mind-fogging scent of sex that surrounded the alicorn’s crotch tripled in intensity. No underwear whatsoever, courtesy of Ponyville’s newest mothers-to-be, Lyra and Bon-Bon.

She took a deep breath, and flooded her nostrils with the intoxicating aroma of Twilight’s heavenly cock. The mere scent made her wings twitch and stiffen. It was so good. It made her feel warm and fuzzy, just like she had on that fateful day while Twilight had bred her, and fueled that deep, ‘shameful’ fixation Fluttershy had developed for the alicorn’s lovely shaft. She’d never thought that she would enjoy it so much. Where once the mere thought of oral sex would leave her beet-red and speachless out of fluster and embaressment, here she was: Reaching for Twilight’s flaccid shaft to tug it out from beneath her tits, fully devoted to worshipping every little inch of the alicorn’s cock.

Fluttershy was soon engrossed in the act of stroking Twilight’s cock, both of her hands massaging the veiny, thickening pole with steady, rhythmical movements, leaning in whenever she kissed it. There was more than enough dick to keep her busy for a while. Down below, Twilight’s swollen nuts churned with their load, gravid with seed. Fluttershy hefted one of them. They felt so heavy! They had to be heavy, really. With how virile and studly the amazon was, expecting anything less would be silly. It was a good thing Twilight had cum gluttons like Pinkie Pie to keep her from clogging up the plumbing, which wasn’t exactly designed to handle gallons of thick, sticky semen on a daily basis.

Fluttershy doted on Twilight’s twitching, stiffening cock with the sole purpose of making her shestud of a friend happy, and earning another addictive, intoxicating load of viscous, delicious, belly-stuffing, sperm-packed jizz from her. Twilight’s cock twitched, and pumped out a wad of precum. Even after all the sex she’d already had today, she was as virile and ready to go as ever. Truly, she could easily be the one-shestallion catalyst to a regional baby boom. Fluttershy latched on to the flare, and suckled, tongue swirling around and against Twi’s cockhead.

The alicorn shuddered a little, and focused on her book, even as her cock stiffened and hardened under the relentless, devoted worship of her friend, and even though it was just a matter of time until Fluttershy would go topless, and milk her cock with her breasts.

Twilight let out a sigh, happy and content with the world.

Figuring out how to sort groceries into Twilight’s shelves had taken a while, at least while following the alicorn’s detailed storage system, designed to ensure that everything, big or small, had exactly one (1) place, and could be found immediately once one had memorized and understood the appropriate tables. That, or just figuring it out as you go and struggling through it because reading the complex diagram was for nerds, everyone else understanding it just fine notwithstanding.

Dash scratched the back of her head. She would’ve just thrown everything into whichever shelf was closest, but hey, it was not worth it as long as her evening dicking was at stake.

Rainbow returned just as Twilight reached her peak. The kitchen door provided her with an excellent view towards the couch. Fluttershy was still kneeling, pampering Twilight’s cock.

The alicorn was biting down on her lower lip, fighting to stay focused on her tome, even as every single inch of her cock begged her to finally take charge, and plow Fluttershy hard enough to make her see stars. These pleas were to no avail, though, even as Fluttershy’s immense breasts smacked against Twilight’s crotch over, and over, and over, their surface glistening with titsweat and precum. The pegasus’ backside moved in time with her ministrations, wings stiff and proud. She was utterly lost in the task of service.

Just as that purple behemoth of a flare began to thicken, Fluttershy’s lips wrapped around it, still struggling—just a little bit—to fit it into her mouth. Then, one moment later, the first heady, sperm-packed rope of hot, oatmeal-thick cum burst from Twilight’s cock, and splattered against the back of Fluttershy’s mouth. She winced—just once, purely instinctively—and then obediently began to swallow. No squeaking, gurgling, struggling, or pulling out. She’d done this a lot, evidently. Anyone who’d given Twilight a blowjob could attest to the prodigious output of her orgasms, and the difficulty in keeping up with it to not spill any. Clearly, she was better at this than Dash, and Dash wasn’t even sure if she should feel jealous about that.

Fluttershy kept milking Twilight for all she had to offer, even as thick wads, entire mouthfuls of addictive, dense cum gushed down her throat and into her belly.

“...woah.” Dash whispered to herself. Her wings stiffened with a ‘pomf’.

The steady spurts of semen turned into a trickle, and Fluttershy slowly pulled her head backwards. Twilight’s flare popped from her lips, a trickle of semen still dribbling from its cumslit. The pegasus licked it up. Not a single drop of seed wasted. Her wings fluttered with happiness—a job well done. She lifted Twilight’s now slightly-less-swollen balls, and rewarded each with a wet, doting kiss. “T-thank you, Twilight...” she whispered. “J-just call me if you need anything e-else, okay?”

Twilight let out a little sigh, and leaned forwards. Fluttershy looked up at her with wide-open puppy eyes. The alicorn brushed through her mane, leaned close and placed a kiss right on Fluttershy’s muzzle.

“Good girl.”

The doting, cum-addicted cow of a pegasus squeaked, and went beet-red within seconds. “Eeep!” Fluttershy slowly rose to her hooves, mumbling words of thanks. Twilight sent her off to get some rest.

On the other end of the room, Rainbow Dash practically fumed with jealousy. ‘Good girl.’. Dash huffed. She was bargaining with herself, but not even a trained, nationally ranked, stubborn athlete such as her was capable of the mental gymnastics necessary to discard what she’d felt. Hearing Twilight call Fluttershy that instead of her had stung, and what annoyed Dash even more was that she felt like this in the first place.

Hrmpf.

Rainbow Dash’s eyes drifted towards Twilight, then towards her shaft. It’s not like she wanted to suck Twilight’s dick that badly, right?

Hrmpf.

A few minutes passed.

Twilight heard someone approach. She knew who it was, of course. Dash was still grumbling, but that didn’t stop her from getting down right where Fluttershy had been, and using her chance to bury her muzzle in the sweaty cleft of the alicorn stud’s heavy, sweltering nuts. She took a deep, deep whiff of Twilight’s musk. Fuck, that hit the spot. Sometimes it felt like she could get high on that scent alone.

Twilight ignored her, even as Dash—grumbling and huffing the entire time—fondled and squeezed her balls, and then wrapped a hand around her flaccid cock.

“Hrmpf. Hey, Twi? What, you asleep or something?”

No response.

Dash stroked Twilight’s dick, a hint of a smug grin on her lips. “Look, are you just going to sit there while I do whatever I want with your dick, or what? Didn’t you want to deny me, or something like that?”

Still nothing.

“Uuuugh, you’re the worst. Don’t just ignore me, Twi!” Her grip tightened in frustration. Twilight’s dick stiffened a little as Dash jerked her off with frustrated pumps. A bead of precum formed at the flare. Dash stared at it. Her nostrils flared, then her temptation got the better of her and she licked it up. Guh. She just couldn’t stop herself. The virile, salty taste flooded her mouth. She shuddered. So good.

This vein of servicing continued for a few minutes, before—finally—Dash mumbled something that, if you listened closely, sounded suspiciously like an apology. “Look Twi, I’m like...sorry. You hear that? You happy now?” Her muzzle was buried into Twilight’s balls though, and the words were practically unintelligible.

Still no response. Just the dull, lazy twitching of Twilight’s half-hard horsecock, and the heady scent of her balls.

“Uuugh. Look, I mean it. I was being a dick. I just wanted to...I dunno, see what you’d do. I thought it’d be funny, okay? That’s why I teased you this morning.”

Rainbow Dash sucked on one of the alicorn’s heavy balls, sucking some of the skin into her mouth, before releasing it with a meaty ‘pop’. She took another whiff of Twilight’s scent. A kiss followed, then a second one. Dash was rewarded with a trickle of precum. “And...” Rainbow gulped. “...about the Fluttershy thing...look, I dunno, I just thought I’d feel clever if I did that, okay? Wasn’t really in retrospect. I guess that was kinda mean of me. Look, I won’t do it again, okay?”

She kissed Twilight’s nuts, again and again. Her right hand was gently jerking the alicorn’s half-stiffy, the other hefted her left nut. “C’mooooon Twi...” Dash whimpered with frustration. “Just gimme something to work with. I’m like, begging you for a response and kissing your nuts, and you’re just ignoring me. You want me to do Fluttershy’s chores for a week? Fine, I’ll do that, I guess.”

The alicorn finally stirred.

Dash perked up, and stared up at the towering alicorn princess. At Twilight, her friend. At Twilight, her ~~mistress~~ stud. Twilight closed her book and set it to the side, a hint of a self-satisfied smile on her lips.

She leaned closer, and brushed Rainbow Dash’s mane. The pegasus flustered, and found herself leaning into it like she’d never let herself before.

“Hey, Dashie?”

Rainbow blinked. “Y-yes...?”

Twilight smirked. “Good. Girl.”

Rainbow’s brain instantly short-circuited in a civil war of conflicting emotions. She felt like she could melt into a puddle from the raw, unadulterated joy such simple praise brought her, and was so mortified and embarassed that she felt like she was about to fucking die. She stuttered, tense as a board, struggling to form a coherent thought, and desperately trying to get her voice to cooperate.
“Hrkf... T-Twilight, I—” The library bell rang, and someone knocked at the door.

Dash lurched, caught completely off-guard and quite startled, and the cutest, most marely and feminine squeak of her entire life loudly escaped her lips. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to strangle whoever interrupted them, or give them her eternal gratitude.
Twilight got up.

Her skirt fell back into place, but a certain part of her anatomy wasn’t going to go down that quickly, leaving the alicorn with an awkward, poorly hidden skirt-bulge as she made her way towards the door.

Twilight opened the door, and found herself staring down at Ponyville’s resident mailmare, Derpy Hooves. Said mare wore a bright, if somewhat wall-eyed, smile on her face.

“Hi Twilight! I’ve got a letter for you! Usually I’d just throw it into your mailbox, but this one has Princess Celestia’s seal on it, so...”

She fumbled with her bag, and pulled out a letter. She stared at it, awed by the sigil on its front.

Twilight blinked. “A letter? From Princess Celestia? But Spike...oh, right, of course. He’s in Canterlot, after all. Can’t wait to explain all this to him. Or to the princess, for that matter.” Twilight shook her head. Derpy grinned, and presented the letter. “Explain all what to him?”

The alicorn blinked. She glanced downwards, briefly staring at the mailmare’s developing baby bump, before tearing her eyes away. Her attention returned to Derpy’s face.

“Oh, you know...a few mares got pregnant, and all that.” She grinned awkwardly. Derpy made a dismissive gesture. “Psh. Don’t worry so much about it. He’s Spike. He’s like, almost your oldest friend and partner. He’ll understand. I think.”

Twilight scratched the back of her head, and took the letter. “...I guess so, Derpy, I guess so.”

The mailmare shrugged. “...Anyway, I’ll be off. Got plenty of mail left to deliver. See you, Twi!”

Twilight shut the door, and opened the letter as she made her way back to the couch. She had no idea where Rainbow Dash went, but right now she had more pressing matters to attend to.

Her eyes scanned the page, taking in Princess Celestia’s beautiful, well-practiced handwriting.

Dear Twilight,

...Spike is doing well...

...your ascension...

...it has been a while...

...visit...

...See you soon, Princess Celestia.

By the time she was finished reading, Twilight was hyperventilating.

There was a whole lot that she’d have to explain.

A Ponyville Pounding

by Infatuation

1 — Waking Up

2 — Mating Call

3 — Evening Relaxation