> The GIRLS
>  by Clopficsinthecomments
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> Popular Opinion
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“Fifth place?”

“I know you’re shocked, and that this sounds li—”

“FIFTH BUCKING PLACE?”

The pink Princess’s screech echoed off of the crystalline walls, each reverberation of sound making the blue gems hum with a harmonic whine as if a dim chorus of petulant whiners were echoing their alicorn conductor.

“It’s actually not that bad! If you look at the deeper metrics you’ll see—”

“Not that bad? NOT THAT BAD?” Cadance whirled on Sunburst, curlers flying out of her hair in all directions like pinecones from a tree in a winter storm. The Princess was far out of sorts, her face a pallid mix of sallow, sleep-bagged eyes, and a thin trail of dried drool beneath her chin… seeing as how she’d been confronted in the midst of her morning make-up preparation. Her lips curled, like a venomous snake preparing to strike. Cadance could feel the ‘resting bitch’ inside boiling up, and she felt no need to restrain the demonic surge. 

“Tell me, Sunburst. My incredibly talented, professional agent…” Each adjective dripped with sarcasm, green drops of toxic poison so thick that they nearly took form out of the very air, “Just how many princesses were there in last quarter’s public opinion poll?”

“Cadance, I—”

“HOW MANY?”

“F-four...”

“Four. And what place did I, Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, Alicorn Princess of Love, founding member of the ‘Friendship Four’, receive in that poll?”

“Fourth.”

“Fourth,” Cadance growled, one of her hooves digging into the royal carpet. “Also known as last place. A result most ponies would be unhappy with... A result some ponies would fire their agents for.” Cadance tried to send the most withering glare down her snout at Sunburst, whose glasses were already starting to fog from the sweat beading on his brow.

“But I’m no fool Sunburst. I actually agreed with you when you told me not to read too much into those polls. When you told me those popularity contests aren’t really so important when you’re up against two literal ancient Goddesses and the savior of the planet, I agreed!

“But… my oh-so brilliant, wise counselor…  How many ponies were in this quarter’s poll?” 

“F-five.”

“FIVE. The glorious, first inclusion of my darling daughter. Princess Flurry Heart, teenage alicorn, finally of legal age and able to participate in this public-spectacle charade.” Cadance tossed the hairbrush she’d been clutching so hard in her magic field that it had snapped, throwing it with enough force that it left a hairline crack in a diamond-hard column. “I had actually planned a girls’ night-in, Sunburst... With plenty of cookie dough and snacks and rum, so I could cheer up my little girl after she received her last-place finish.”

Cadance felt tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Hot, stinging, drops. She wasn’t sure if they were drops of anger or of despair, rage or wallowing self-pity. At this point, she didn’t care.

“Imagine my surprise when she comes third. Not even fucking fourth, Sunburst. THIRD!” Cadance’s telekinetic field menacingly approached the orange stallion with enough intent to make him start to charge his horn with a defensive spell. Cadance paused, letting out a half-choked crying whine: “That bucking pity-party should have been planned for me!”

The tears were streaming now, dripping off either side of her face as she fell to her haunches, wracking sobs coming in heaving shudders. She couldn't stop them, or the horrible thoughts. She was old. Ugly. Unloved. A joke of a Princess. Despised by the populace.

“I-I… I’m the worst Princess!” Cadance’s wail was almost as loud as her furious shout.

“No, honey, no.” Shining Armor stepped forward. Earlier in their marriage, he would have already wrapped her up in a reassuring hug. Now he was tentative, unsure, and even a little scared of her. Her tempestuous and chaotic emotional state was never predictable. The love in her marriage was yet another casualty of this damned superhero job. That fact alone was worth another cry.

“Y-y-yeshhhh!”

“Don’t forget about the hippogriffs and the Saddle Arabians. They weren’t on the poll. There’s no way you’re the worst Princess.”

“What the buck did you say?” Cadance snarled, blinking the tears away. Shining Armor could be such a goddamn moron sometimes.

“Nothing, honey!”

“Morons! I’m surrounded by bucking morons!” Cadance whirled on Sunburst once again. “What are we going to do about this?”

“Well, uh Hyper Heartthrob we— *hoomphf*!” Sunburst’s sentence was cut off as he received a blindingly fast psychic punch to his gut, leaving him curled up on the ground, gasping for breath.

“DON’T CALL ME THAT!” Cadance snarled, “I told you to never address me by that bucking ridiculous ‘Flam Co.’ superheroine name! The public can simper like a bunch of drooling idiots over these gaudy titles and costumes and Flam Co. can force me to play along when I’m out of the castle, but in here I’m Princess Cadance! Understand?”

Groaning, Sunburst rolled onto his belly, scrambling for his spectacles. “Th-that’s part of the problem, Princess… everypony can tell that you hate it.” Sunburst must have knocked his head when he fell, because he wouldn’t dare talk to her like this otherwise. He even rolled his eyes as he placed his meager, broken black frames onto his snout. “That’s why you only poll well in the Crystal Empire, and the rest of Equestria thinks you’re a stuck-up royal that doesn’t want to be a supe—”

With a blinding flash of magic, Sunburst was tossed head over heels, slamming him into the nearest wall.

Cadance stared down at him with ice in her veins. It was so much easier to take out her frustrations on somepony else rather than having to actually deal with them. She squeezed her enhanced telekinetic magical field tighter, feeling the unicorn’s body creak underneath the strain.

“A-ah!” Sunburst screamed.

He was so pathetic with his cape dangling down, his glasses falling off his nose and breaking on the ground, his raggedy orange mane streaming down to the floor, and his stallion-bits uncomfortably hanging down his belly. She gripped the pair of orange gemstones in her field, squeezing and twisting slightly. Sunburst’s eyes bulged with a rancid mixture of fear and physical discomfort

“Now I know I didn’t just hear what I thought I heard.” Cadance smiled sweetly. “You wouldn’t have been mouthing off to me, now would you, Sunburst… my oh-so-loyal agent?”

“N-n-no!” Sunburst squirmed in her grasp.

“You really should be careful, you know...” Cadance applied a little more pressure. They really were like two little water balloons: so easy to squeeze just a bit too hard and they’d pop. “Because if you were working for a different super-mare, they would only geld you for daring to speak out of turn.”

“I-I wasn’t—”

“But you know what my super-power is Sunburst?” Cadance growled, “Love. I can make anypony fall in love with anything. So why would I need to bother gelding you? I’d much rather make you fall madly in love with the biggest, strongest yak-mare out there that enjoys C-B-T.”

“C-B-T?”

Cadance’s grin sharpened to a razor fine snarl. This was almost therapeutic. “I’d make it so you’d be begging that big stinking yak-ess to stomp your junk into a paste.”

“N-no! P-please!”

“I’ve done it before, Sunburst. I don’t mind making ponies fall in love, regardless of how they feel about it. Love is so beautiful after all. The boost I got from compound F means I don’t even have to worry about overwriting a pony’s mind and soul. I can make anypony do anything I want.” 

It was true. She had used her power many times. She liked to think that most of the time it had been for the better — that she hadn’t done it for selfish purposes. Sure, maybe she’d sampled a few of the handsomer stallions at court, maybe she’d stolen a few to form her own personal harem. Maybe she’d even locked her husband up to be a complete, simpering devotee to her instead of his previous swinging, open-marriage lifestyle.

Too bad. Perks of being a superheroine.

Releasing all the squeezing psychokinetic pressure that could have squashed him like a grape, she dropped Sunburst in a heap.

“So unless you want to find yourself with a newfound dragon vore fetish, you’d better get to finding a way to fix my fucking poll numbers, now.”

Cadance turned in a huff, tears forming in her eyes again. She beckoned Shining over to her, letting him know that now was the appropriate time to lavish her with comforting words. Everypony around her was such a mindless incompetent. It wasn’t fair.

She bet Twilight didn’t have to deal with this shit.




> Banking on it
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“Please, please don’t hurt me,” the bank teller squeaked.

“Shh… quiet!” the masked earth pony lifted a hoof to his lips and hissed out. He pointed the grubby, rusted, silver revolver toward the ground. “Nopony is going to hurt you. Calm down!”

The robber looked across the somewhat empty Ponyville Bank lobby and nodded at his compatriot, standing near the door. He’d been preventing any other ponies from entering behind them, standard procedure for a bank robbery like this. Strangely, however, he was also allowing the startled customers to exit as well, even holding the door open for them to vacate the premises as quickly as they could. He didn’t even blink as one of the ponies exiting strode past him with a bulging brown bag of bits in his mouth, easy pickings in such a robbery.

“I-I’ll do whatever you want. I can’t access the vault, but the cash drawers have—”


“I said quiet!” the robber hissed again, though without much venom. If anything, it almost sounded like he was sorry. “You don’t need to worry, I don’t want any bits, or anything from the vault.”

The teller gulped, then looked down at herself. She shivered, imagining just what ‘else’ the robbers might want from her. “Th-then… m-me?”

“No! No,” the robber chuckled, shaking his head. “No, ma’am. I mean, you’re very beautiful and all, don’t get me wrong but… anyway…” The stallion pawed awkwardly at the ground, if he wasn’t wearing a mask the teller might have seen him blushing. “I… uh… I just need you to press the alarm button.”

“Do what now?” the teller tilted her head, arching an eyebrow with confusion.

“The alarm button. Silent or loud, I don’t really care.” He paused, tapping his chin as if considering. “Actually, silent alarm, if you please. I imagine the regular alarm is fairly ‘clang-y’ and loud. Press it, please!”

“But… you know what that will do, right?”

“JUST DO IT!” he barked, huffing.

“OK! I… I actually did do it already.” The teller shrugged sheepishly. “Back when you were pulling your masks on in line, I probably should tell you we already have you on camera, pre-mask, too.” She gestured at a couple of cameras on the ceiling. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. These are prop guns anyway, see?” The stallion pulled his mask up over his face as he leaned in to show the filly the revolver, clearly made out of plastic and painted to look metallic. “Here, you can hold this for me.”

“I don’t unders—”

*KER-POP*

The air pressure in the bank surged for a moment, shaking the windows and sending paper scattering up in a small whorl of madness. Everypony winced as their eardrums popped, like they had just gone up the Canterlonian mountainside in an Express Train.

Standing before them in full superheroine status, shimmering with magical power, was Mystic Magician: the mare formerly known to the public as Princess Twilight Sparkle.

“Everypony freeze!” Twilight shouted, her voice enhanced with enough magical energy to make the assorted quills and paper pages explode into a swirl of little debris-tornados that clattered about as they made a mess of the bank lobby. “As stated by Equestrian law five-point-oh-point-one of the Superheroine Act, I am required to advise you of your ri—”

“Princess Twilight!”

“Twilight!”

The two robbers gleefully threw their masks to the floor and giddily trotted in place as if they had just won a lottery prize.

“It’s really you!”

“We’re your biggest fans!”

Twilight faltered for half a moment, as if unsure about what she was witnessing. “... Your rights. If you do not surrender immediately you risk grave bodily harm and even d—... Look, are you guys for real?” Twilight groaned, stopping mid-recitation as the two robbers walked up to her, smiling, with their hooves held out and ready to be cuffed.

“We tried to reach you by fan-mail. Apple Core here even waited outside one of your events for two hours in the snow.” The stallion who had accosted the teller stepped forward and reached his hoof out. “I’m Steel, Steel Trap. Nice to meet you.”

Twilight took the stallion’s hoof automatically, still confused as to why she was shaking hooves with the criminal she was supposed to be apprehending.

“Wh-what are you two doing?” Twilight finally found her words. “This is a serious criminal offence! You’re going to go to jail for years. Maybe even be statued!”

“We know!” Steel nodded excitedly, “We tried to choose the most minor offence that would classify us as more than just minor villains.”

“W-why!?”

“We’ve read your biography! We’ve seen that every villain you go up against eventually becomes your friend, and then goes on to great success!” Steel looked over at his buddy, who also nodded his head with enthusiasm. “We figure we put up a little fight, you sing us a friendship song, and then we can come work for you. Even if we have to do some jail time, it’s better than what we’re dealing with now.”

Twilight glanced around the bank, carefully checking to make sure this wasn’t some kind of elaborate trap, the shiny bodysuit wrapping her body glimmered as it reflected the humming fluorescent lights. The curves of Twilight’s buttocks and teats, gripped by the tight elastic of the purple-blue lycra, were particularly eye-catching.

“Dealing with now?” Twilight asked, apparently satisfied this wasn’t some kind of trick.

Steel sighed. “You don’t have any idea how hard it is for stallions out there, Princess. Nopony wants to hire a male, not since it came out that none of us have the ‘F-gene’.” He shook his head sadly. “It’s like we’re back to fifty years ago, where stallions were meant to stay quiet and keep the bed warm, or be studded out to another mare.” Once again he gestured over to his friend. “Apple Core here was about to be gelded by his wife so she could use him without fear of pregnancy — and he can’t even do anything about it!”

Twilight grimaced, shaking her head sadly. “I… I know. I know it’s bad. I’m so sorry about that. But you can’t do this—it won’t solve anything.”

“But we planned everything! We know every villain you captured eventually ended up your friend, or getting a job, or a new lease on life. Nightmare Moon, Discord, Trixie, Starlight, Flim and Flam...”

“Flam is not my friend.” Twilight snarled, the temperature in the bank actually rising a couple of degrees from the surge of angry thaumic energy from the alicorn.

“B-but… you work for Flamco. You’re like, their star superheroine. You were one of the first to take compound F.”

“Flam is not my friend,” Twilight stated again. “And I don’t always make villains my friends… Just ask Chrysalis, Cozy, and Tirek. Except you can’t. Because they’re made of rock.”

“Better to be a statue than have my balls cut off,” Apple Core growled, piping up for the first time.

Twilight glanced over at the stallion, sighing and shaking her head again. “Guys, I know it’s hard. But do you know just how dangerous this was? I could’ve come in here and vaporized you both before you even said a word.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“You’d never!” 

Both stallions piped up at the same time, smiling with admiration at their idol.

“Maybe.” Twilight didn’t seem so sure of herself, “But if somepony else had…”

“We planned for that!” Steel piped up. “Rob a bank in Ponyville, too far away from the Crystal Empire… right in the middle of your jurisdiction. It’s the middle of the day so Starlight Lightstar and Trixter the Great and Powerful are both teaching classes... and Rainbow Blitzer is on hiatus for accidentally splattering that Cloudsdale kindergartner with her super-rainboom… so—”

“Stop,” Twilight barked. “You don’t understand. She could have shown up.”

“Who, Sun-lander?” Steel shrugged. “She’s in Neighpon, other side of Equus. Way out of teleport range.”

“Shh!” Twilight hissed, “Don’t even mention her name. She listens.” Twilight glanced around warily. “For the record, she can teleport anywhere in this solar system, and she could do that even before compound F. Imagine what she could do now.” Twilight nervously continued to inspect the ceiling, her eyes starting wider once they noticed the cameras. With a quick flash of her horn, she vaporised them.

“She could still show up at any moment. She would just cut you in half with her plasma vision. You don’t understand just how risky it was to do this.”

“Again, worth it.” Apple Core gestured down at his dangling bits. Twilight’s glance flickered over the stallion’s package and then away with a blush. “I’m about to be cut in half anyway.”

“Guys… I’m sorry.” Twilight shook her head.

“It’s not your fault, Princess.” Steel piped up, “We know you didn’t want this. We know that you wanted everyone to enjoy the magic of friendship, not this… superheroine police-state.”

Twilight stared hard at Steel. “No… I’m sorry for what I have to do to you two. You don’t understand — I’m not the Princess of Friendship anymore, I can’t be. She won’t let me. Now I’m the Mystic Magician.” Her horn began to charge up, “... and pursuant to the Superheroine Act, I’m required to pronounce summary spot-justice, auto-waiving your right to a jury trial: I hereby pronounce you both guilty. I have no choice but to send you to the Flamco’s Eastern Seaboard Private Penitentiary facility for essence draining or until fifteen years have passed, whichever is longer.”

“Wait! No! What about a song—” 

With a crackling rip, both ponies were easily engulfed in a white flash and vanished from the bank, their departure almost equalizing the air pressure from moments earlier. Aside from the mess of papers and quills, it was almost like the pair of stallions had never existed.

Twilight could feel tears beading in the corners of her eyes.

“Wow! Stallions really are crazy, huh?” the young, teenaged filly-teller chuckled, stepping back up from where she’d been hiding. “Maybe it was their ‘time of the season’, huh, Mystic? I heard stallions in rut do crazy things, but this was ridiculous! I can’t believe ponies used to treat colts just like mar— *hrk*!”

“Shut up.” Twilight barked coldly, squeezing the filly’s neck and restricting her breathing. “Just shut the hell up. If you say even a word about what happened here today, I’ll pop your empty skull off your body. Understand?”

The filly nodded nervously, her eyes taking in the Princess with a new level of respect.

“Good.”




> Mother-daughter machinations [CLOP]
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Cadance strode confidently down the hall, her diamond-encrusted horseshoes crunching against the smooth surface of the Crystal Castle’s floor.

She was doing this.

Up ahead was her teenaged daughter’s room. Well, ‘room’ probably wasn’t the most accurate term. Wing of the whole castle was probably more suited to just how much space they’d given to the filly as she grew up. Not that they begrudged her that — a family of three in such a large palace meant that there was room to spare.

Still, as she approached, Cadance felt that she’d had invested one hell of a lot of bits in the brat—and it was time to get a return on that investment.

“H-Highness, I… y-you can’t!” One of the crystal guard-stallions at the door stiffened, seeing her approach.

Disgusting. Cadance sneered, shooting a venomous glare at the guard. Her Aunt might have gotten a bit… enthusiastic… since her transformation to a superheroine, but one thing Cadance agreed with her on was the role of stallions.

That this guard would even dare to speak to her was ridiculous. He had about as much chance of even slowing her as a tissue paper had of damming a raging river. Didn’t he know that he was just there as eye candy? Maybe stallions really were as stupid as they were powerless.

“I’m going to see my daughter. Out of the way.”

“Highness, she’s currently… working out with her personal trainer.”

“Good.” Cadance brushed her magic field against the guard, casually spinning him out of the way like he was a leaf in the wind. She could have just willed him to fall madly, desperately in love with her… but she didn’t really like his coat color—she was more of a white fur aficionado.

Cadance casually tossed the door open. Her ears pricked forward, immediately picking up the telltale sound.

*PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP*

Either Flurry and her personal trainer were practicing high-speed dribbling of a partially-deflated buckball… or there was some ‘other’ physical conditioning going on.

Cadance flung the second door open, entering her daughter’s bedchamber.

The eighteen-year-old filly was lying prone on her bed, a bevy of cushions propped up under her behind to lift her pert, athletic bottom off her silk sheets. Her wings were half-extended, one more so than the other, giving her the look of a wounded pigeon, twitching with each shuddering impact.

Behind her was a muscular pegasus with the teen’s pink-purple tail clenched in his teeth. He was clad in a Wonderbolt's tracksuit, though the pants were around his ankles. The light-grey coat and dark hair seemed familiar — she knew that the ‘Bolts had recently expelled all the stallions from their team, and she remembered hearing that her daughter had hired one of them as a personal trainer.

From what she could glean in the half-second upon entering the room, the former Wonderbolt’s physique and skill would have impressed Cadance, who had an eye for such things. The way he was pounding himself into his mare from behind, the surging ripple of his muscles, his use of his wings to provide perfectly timed thrusts — he was definitely a seasoned lovemaker. Cadance might even have applauded him... 

If not for the fact that he was fucking her teenaged daughter.

“Get the buck off her, you sick freak!” Cadance snarled, her magic charging up as she walked forward. The crackling energy constrained in her horn was potent enough to vaporize. Nopony would care about some has-been stallion vanishing.

“Oh SHIT!” The pegasus froze, his eyes wide open in fear. She could tell he knew the power in the thaumic field about to encompass him — he flinched with stupid helplessness, waiting for the roil of energy to wash over him and dissolve him from this mortal coil.

But her magic came to a crashing halt, slamming up against an equally strong force. Flurry had projected out her own little bubble of energy. For a brief moment, condensation between the two pressure differentials bubbled and blackened into dark tufts of crackling storm clouds, their combined magical power squeezing the very moisture out of the air.

“Don’t stop.” Flurry Heart’s voice was relaxed, bored even. Like she was in the midst of receiving a nice massage when she’d gotten an annoying text message. “Hey, mom.”

The former Wonderbolt swallowed, his eyes blinking, shifting between the filly he was hilted in and Cadance — though he couldn’t withstand her withering glare for more than a moment before looking away.

“Maybe I should just go—”

“I SAID KEEP GOING.” Flurry barked, her ‘bitch-voice’ clearly genetically acquired.

The pegasus gulped. As a former superstar athlete, he’d probably gotten into some pretty wild bedroom situations. Being between two terrifyingly overpowered mother-daughter alicorns was not one of them.

“Flurry, th-that’s your mom.”

Cadance watched her daughter roll her eyes and glance over her shoulder at the pegasus, “Soarin’, if you don’t keep fucking me until I say to stop, I will fucking fire you.”

“F-Flurr—”

“And what did I tell you to call me when you’re inside me?”

The stallion looked terrified, his big green eyes quivering with fear and looking at Cadance.

“Don’t look at her. Look at me. What did I tell you to call me?”

“F-foalcunt.”

Cadance fumed, the exhalation of air out of her nostrils loud enough to make the pegasus flinch.

“Good.” Flurry purred, arching her back and wiggling her rump comfortably, like a cat stretching out on a warm couch. She looked right at Cadance, and bit her lip with a challenging little glare. The little minx was doing it deliberately. “Now… keep going.”

Soarin’ gulped again and started to slowly, awkwardly pump his hips.

“Why are you getting soft?” Flurry huffed, snarling over her shoulder again. “I’m the princess of LUST. What kind of pussy gets soft while he’s fucking the princess of Lust?”

“I-I…” Soarin’ stumbled, his gaze flickering between the teenage princess wrapped around him and her mother, watching over them.

“Ugh, fine…” For a moment, Soarin’ sighed in relief. It was clear he thought that Flurry was about to release him from the mortal peril and extreme awkwardness of the situation. But then the alicorn’s horn launched a pink bolt from its tip that arched with practiced skill behind her and into the stallion’s groin. 

“I can’t believe I have to use a stimulant spell on a pony of your age. That’s just bucking pathetic.” Flurry chided, rolling her eyes. “Now, fuck.”

Soarin’ grimaced… but slowly, hesitatingly continued to pump into Flurry Heart.

*Plap. Plap. Plap*

The cadence was slower, less confident. But the sound of flesh impacting flesh—of the well-toned stallion stud’s balls slapping against her baby girl’s inner thighs—punctuated the rest of their conversation, like an obscene metronome.

“Hey, mom.” Flurry sighed again, looking forward lazily at her mother. “I thought we agreed that you’d knock before completely and totally invading my privacy.”

“Flurry, sweetie… please stop,” Cadance begged, motioning with a chin toward the stallion pumping into the young alicorn. There was no way that Cadance would be able to overpower Flurry — not without risking the safety of half the empire in a thermothaumic explosion. All she could do was beg her daughter to stop her overt and debauched act.

“No,” Flurry smirked, shaking her head firmly. “This is my personal time. And during my personal time, I like to get fucked.” The teen’s tail flipped back and forth languidly as the pegasus behind her plowed into her. “Though I gotta say mom, having you watch is sorta turning me on. For once you’re actually coming to watch something I’m good at.” Flurry’s tone was clearly teasing, spiteful… but Cadance couldn’t help but shudder at the fact there was likely a grain of truth under those words: her daughter was getting off from having her watch.

“Flurry, baby. What happened to you?” Cadance half-whispered, shaking her head. “My little swee—”

“Oh please,” Flurry grunted, partially from exasperation and partially from a bit of a sharper thrust from Soarin’, who was starting to find his rhythm again. “Don’t give me that horse-shit, you know what happened, Mom. Ahn~!” Flurry’s wings flittered a bit as Soarin’ hilted her.

“Hey, asshole!” Cadance growled at the pegasus, her motherly instincts kicking into action in the absurdest of possible situations.

“Deeper Soarin’,” Flurry purred immediately, despite Soarin’ having no more to give. The teen’s eyes flashed up to her mom, grinning at Cadance’s displeasure. This really was getting her off. “What happened, mom, was you leaving your compound F out where a blank flank filly like me could get her hooves on it.”

Cadance felt the lump welling up in her throat. They’d had this fight a hundred… a thousand times… and it always felt so raw and painful. If only she could turn back time and lock the potent super-drug up in the deepest and strongest vault of the empire.

“A filly who wanted nothing more than to be super, just like her mom. Ahn~ fuck, yes~! Right there!” 

The pace of the pegasus was picking up now, his long, powerful strokes filling the room with wet, sloppy, slurping sounds… heavy squelches as his medial ring barely escaped the sucking tightness of Flurry’s tight, teenage pussy… followed by a juicy slap of flesh on flesh as he quickly reversed direction to plow his considerable length all the way back into the barely legal, boiling-velvet insides of the young princess.

Cadance could see just how far the athletic pegasus’s hips moved with each stroke: even if she couldn’t directly see the action, she knew he must be well-hung, driving long strokes into a filly half his size. If she didn’t want to kill him so badly, she might even have considered adding him to her harem.

“...a filly halfway through puberty.” Flurry groaned, catching her breath from her earlier moan. “So that fucking compound turns her into a superpony way too early, a precocious teen with the libido of a Las Pegasus whorehouse… the Princess of fucking Lust, in the MmmmF~!... Flesh!”

“I… I’ve told you so many times how sorry I am.” Cadance weakly mumbled, the genuine shame in her voice clear to any within earshot. “But we tried to help you — we sent you to those doctors, to that camp—”

“Hah!” Flurry barked, cutting her off. “Those doctors couldn’t do shit, mom. There isn’t a suppressant pill on Equus that can touch the raging fire of a super-powered alicorn whose special talent happens to be sex.”

“T-the camp…”

“Hahaha!” Flurry laughed maniacally, her cruel chuckles in time with her lover’s thrusts. “Fucking chastity-camp. A place for teens to swear off sex and take purity pledges. And you dropped your pre-teen daughter off there, foisting her off on some counsellor so you could do whatever you wanted for the summer.”

“Flurry, I—” Soarin’ grunted, interjecting, sweat falling from his face.

“That’s not my name.” Flurry snarled, swatting him with one of her stiff wings.

“Foalcunt, I’m going to… I’m fucking close.” Soarin’ moaned, his eyes clenching.

“Inside. I want to get stuffed while mom watches.”

“Fuck!” Soarin’ grimaced, one of his hooves digging into the tight flesh of the teen’s asscheek.

“Anyway,” Flurry huffed, looking back at Cadance, “...that fucking camp. You know that counsellor you left me with? The twenty-something colt that waved to you and Dad as you pulled out of the parking lot? The one who promised to lead your filly down the right path?”

“Flurry, stop,” Cadance whispered.

“I pinned him down that night.” Flurry’s toothy snarl was vicious, vindictive. “My cute little filly lips were the first to ever touch his cock, mom. I sucked him off three times… ahn~! Nice flare, Soarin’...” The teen’s tail flicked again as the grey pegasus’s wings throbbed out to full extension, signifying that he was moments away from his orgasm.

“Three times… and then I climbed on him and rode him through the night. The other campers watched as his fat… ah!... fucking… yes!... cock stretched my little filly-snatch out!” Flurry’s eyes rolled up in little twitches as the stallion behind her pumped her full of his stallion-seed.

“Flurry…” Cadance groaned, miserable.

“Then I let him… ahn~... let him… ahn~! Fuck Soarin’, were you that backed up or do you just really like fucking somepony in front of their mom?” Flurry chuckled, glancing over her shoulder, but Soarin’ was in no state to respond, half-doubled over as he finished his penultimate thrust.

“...let him fuck me in the ass.” Flurry grinned, lazily looking back at Cadance. “That’s all that fucking camp was good for: losing my anal virginity. Though I guess it did let me punch the v-cards of at least a dozen goody-four-hooves. And get their names on the sex offender registry!”

“Gah! FUCK!” Soarin’ burst out, collapsing finally onto Flurry’s back in a pool of sweat, releasing the breath he’d been holding as his orgasm completed.

“Mmmm… nice.” Flurry purred, rolling onto her side. “I should let you come watch more often, Mom. That was fun.” She patted her belly, slightly bulged from the thick load just left there. “You certainly bring out the best of my trainer, here.”

Cadance could see the connection of her daughter and Soarin’ clearly now, the thick pink shaft stretching the slender alicorn lips wide, exposing the inner-flesh, a pinkish-red of engorged, throbbing blood, squishy and soaked with arousal… and capped by a pulsating bit-sized lovebud. She had to look away.

“Pft, spare me the act,” Flurry grunted, rolling her eyes. “Half the stallions in your not-so-secret harem were lifted from my guardstable. Wouldn’t surprise me if being a size queen was genetic… but you could at least say thanks when you snatch my carefully selected and well-hung colts.”

“I… I don’t…” Cadance stumbled, her mind quickly racing. She had picked up a few guards over the past few years, never thinking where they might have been assigned to.

“We have the same taste I think. Thick and long.” Flurry hummed, her horn glowing slightly, as if tasting the air surrounding Cadance. “Mmm… you like them flat-colored though. I prefer mottled. Always more interesting to suck a big mottled cock—it’s like a Rorschach blot.”

Flurry chuckled andused her horn further, sliding her field along to tug at Soarin’s length, pulling him out of her body. “Here, look at this one. I’d be glad to lend him out to you. Nice and long, isn’t it?”

Cadance blinked, unable to move or react, unsure of what to do or say, as inch after inch of glistening, post-orgasmically throbbing pink stallion-hood slid out of her daughter’s body. 

It was long. 

Inch after inch of the rigid beast slid out of her tight little fillyhood, which seemed to have somehow impossibly fit Soarin’s prodigious endowment. A final, slurping *pop* let the last of the twenty-inch monster loose with a waterfall of boiling-white cum, his still-flared steaming cock bobbing in the air.

“Not quite as thick as I’d like though — pegasi are always a little more slender, even down below.” Flurry shook her head with disappointment.

Cadance blinked, it wasn’t not thick.

“I actually have a guard I prefer for thickness. If only I could combine him and Soarin’...” Flurry sighed wistfully. “Let me show you. Bardiche!” she shouted toward the still-open door to her foyer, the very same that Cadance had barged through only moments before.

“Y-yes, Princess?” The nervous voice of the guard that Cadance had so easily shoved to one side floated through the doorway, quickly followed by the frightened look of the stallion himself.

“Get in here.” Flurry motioned, with a hoof beckoning him.

“Y-yes P-p- AH!” The guard squeaked, shivering as Flurry heart gripped him in her greenish telekinetic field, impatiently jerking him over to her side. But the sudden bodily displacement wasn’t the only reason the guard had released his yelp of concern.

Flurry’s magical field had separate, darker-hued energy. One that was centered right over Bardiche’s groin. It pulled up and down in with cloying, powerful strokes, petting his sheathe with ferocious insistence.

“Ah… ah! P-princess!”

“See? Nice and thick, like a firelog.” Flurry glanced casually, continuing to stroke as if it were the most normal thing in the world to masturbate one of her guards to a full-erection in front of her mother’s eyes. “Told you I could pick ‘em.”

Cadance did indeed need to admit that her daughter could ‘pick ‘em’. Inch after inch of stallionflesh poured from the guard’s sheath, the mottled-black and pink shaft cascading and drooping out toward the floor like some kind of obscene waterfall as the powerful stallionhood filled with blood. It quickly throbbed and pulsed under her daughter’s skillful magical manipulation, expanding wider and wider, becoming a horsecock of monstrous girth. Not quite as long as Soarin’s glistening pink rod, but definitely thicker.

Flurry sighed, casually propping herself up on one elbow while continuing to jerk off her guard. “If only I could combine the two — oh wait… I can.”

The dark-green-hued pulse suddenly leapt out, like a lightning bolt, wrapping around Soarin’s still-steaming, filly-juice-coated cock.

“Ah!” Both stallions groaned in unison, one wincing, the other throwing his head back.

Strange throbs of energy began to move along the tenuous magical connection, in the direction of Soarin’.

Cadance could hardly believe her eyes as the masculine, still-flared pink dick began to thicken and grow, at first only a half-inch, then an inch. Lengthening even as it grew to hoof-wide proportions. 

On the other side  of the spell, Bardiche’s beast of a cock was shrinking. It reminded Cadance of the time she’d watched a thestral suck the juice out of a mango with his fangs, deflating as if the juice inside was all that kept the skin pushed outward. With each inch added to Soarin’, three were subtracted from the once-mighty guard.

“P-princess! P-please!” Bardiche moaned, looking down at himself.

“What? It’s not like you were using it.” Flurry laughed. “Maybe next time when I tell you ‘no visitors’ you’ll learn to actually keep my bucking door guarded.” The pulses continued for another few seconds, leaving Bardiche staring at a pecker that would be more appropriate on a school-colt.

Cadance almost felt bad for him, it wasn’t like he even had a chance to stop her. He looked so ridiculous now, with that four-inch wiener and grape-sized balls attached to his massive frame.

“Flurry, I… I can’t fly with this.” Soarin’s whine came a moment later.

Cadance glanced over at the grey pegasus. His stallionhood was ridiculously proportioned now. It would have easily hit the athletic stud in his chin… if it wasn’t weighed down with the throbbing-hot blood needed to supply its barbaric thickness.

It really did look like some kind of a deranged phallic log. The once pinkish-hue replaced with a blood-red darkness, the whole mass quivering with pulsing life as the pegasus’s athletic heart struggled to keep the new limb-sized appendage supplied with blood. No mare would look at that… thing… and do anything but run.

Except, apparently, her daughter.

“Oh please, why do you even need to fly anymore.” Flurry clapped her hooves, delighted with the results of her magic-craft. “The 'Bolts fired you because you’re a colt, so why not just commit to being a colt, whole hog?” The teen-princess reached out, stroking her new meat-log.

“I… I didn’t know you could do that.” Cadance stammered, trying to comprehend what she’d just seen.

“Oh? Oh sure, I can do basically anything sex-related.” Flurry shrugged. “I don’t even really need to ‘drain’ one to make another one bigger, I was just screwing around. Hell, I promised all the colts who follow me on Instatweet I’d bump ‘em up a half-inch if they voted for me in this month’s poll.”

“The poll!”

“Yeah, that stupid poll.” Flurry groaned. “I wouldn’t even give a fuck except Flamco said I wouldn’t have creative control over my Superheroine persona unless I brought in the social media numbers. Did you know they wanted to call me Kitten Kindheart? What the fuck is that?”

She rolled off the bed, still stroking the new giant, meaty cock, while dismissing her slinking, cowering guard with a nod of her chin.

“I think it’s Flam just fucking with me. But now I’ll get to choose my own name.” She grinned, picking up her phone while patting Soarin’s throbbing dick like it was a needy puppy before releasing it. “I was thinking… Chokersnap? Get it, ‘cuz like—”

“I get iiit...” Cadance groaned, covering her face in shame.

“So what did you want, Mom?” Flurry grinned, “Got a little distracted there, but I have some free time before my next round.”

“The poll?”

“I wanted to understand just how you managed to beat Luna. My advisors have been telling me for years that cracking the top three was basically impossible. Now I know.”

“Pft, advisors.” Flurry chuckled, rolling her eyes. “Flamco, you, the other princesses… you’re all the same. So fuckin’ managed and corporat-i-fied that you are too afraid to take a shit without a focus-group confirming it’s okay and won’t cost you points.”

Flurry hopped up onto her chair, kicking back as she scrolled through her phone, absently, without even looking, she re-ignited her horn and began to stroke Soarin’s massive, oversized stallionhood, interrupting him as he was struggling to balance with the weight of his new genitalia.

“You dinosaurs need to get with the times, social media… interacting directly with fans… using memes to spread your info… being a real fucking pony, for once.”

“Would you… help me?” Cadance felt the flush. It was such a weird feeling, asking her daughter for help. All at once, she felt pathetic, useless. Like she was scraping the bottom of the barrel. She was supposed to be the mom. On top of that, with the way Flurry was acting out these days, she was pretty much just guaranteeing a harsh put-down from the girl, opening herself up only to get her nose rubbed in the dirt. She looked over to the teen, cringing as she awaited the hammerfall of the brat’s gleeful mocking of her vulnerability.

Flurry blinked as if surprised. Where Cadance expected to see cruelty and malice she saw… compassion?

“Sure.” Flurry coughed and looked away, as if embarrassed by her own charity. “I guess I could help you. You’d probably be less of an Instatweet celeb, I’d get you set up on Facehoof. That tends to attract older fogeys who’d like the sentimental slop of ‘love’.”

“H-hey…” Cadance began to protest, feeling the need to defend her ability. But Flurry was already going on, excitedly.

“But I would want to get you onto the streaming platforms, let you speak directly to the mares out there, like a call-in dating advice show.” The filly mused, her wings starting to shift excitedly against her side…. all while she continued to paw the musky pink log attached to a groaning Soarin’. “Oh my Goddess, we could even do a collab! Mother/daughter Mondays. I could livestream us going shopping — the fashion stores would go fuckin’ nuts sending me free merch to get me to drop into their store. I could give you a makeover... get rid of that shitty soccer-mom manestyle of yours…”

Cadance couldn’t help but smile to herself. Despite the barely concealed insults to her appearance, her intelligence, and her understanding of the modern world… it made Cadance happy to see Flurry excited.

Excited to spend time with her.

She hadn’t felt like the filly had wanted anything to do with her since she found the compound F… since ‘the incident’...

But with a few words, and a little humility, it seemed like Flurry was almost giddy with the idea of spending time with her mother. If the price she had to pay to repair her relationship with her daughter was being last place to Flurry in the popularity polls… maybe it was worth it.

For now, Cadance quickly corrected herself with a shake of her head. Once she understood her daughter’s techniques she’d surely pass her once again.

“...and even a podcast. But, it’s gonna cost you.” Cadance’s ears flicked back forward, only catching the end of her daughter’s rambling plans. Of course, there would be a price.

“Honey, you know your allowance is set by Flamco, I don—”

“Not bits.” Flurry rolled her eyes with a sigh. “I mean, give me a break, I’ve got enough fuckin’ bits to buy a small country. “No, I want to add to my collection.” Flurry glanced down with a nod at the stallionhood she was stroking, squeezing it with a burst of pink energy, making the plump organ stiffen and curve as it began to flare, Soarin’s massive cockhead blossoming like an obscene flower to the size of a dinner plate.

It was quite clear which ‘collection’ she was referring to.

Cadance shrugged, her mind briefly running through the harem of ponies she had acquired over the past few years. Whether it was returning a favorite of her daughter’s that she’d accidentally absconded with, or even if it was some court celebrity Flurry had set her eye on, there were none that Cadance cared about, certainly none worth mentioning.

“Good.” Flurry’s grin grew wide. “‘Cuz I want the prize centrepiece of your famed cock-catalogue, Mom.”

“Sunburst?” Cadance cocked her head, trying to think of just which stallion was sporting the largest equipment.

“Please. He’s hung, but everypony knows he’s got the hots for Starlight. Or Madam Mystique or whatever her gay Supername is these days. I heard he fucked off out of your employment to join her PR team yesterday.” Flurry snorted, shaking her head and not even giving Cadance a chance to react to the news that her agent had abandoned her. “No, the dick that I want…

...is Dad’s.”

“What!?”

“Yep, that’s the deal.”

“Why would you… Flurry he’s your father.”

“He’s got the biggest dick in the Empire. A big ol’ daddy-dick.”

“Th-that’s depraved!”

“Gimme a break,” Flurry snarled. “Stop pretending like he didn’t already fuck me.”

“Sweetie, please, we’ve talked about this. When you first took the compound F… the effects…. That aura field…. You and your father weren’t responsible for what happened.”

“Sure. Fine,” Flurry scoffed. “But it still happened.”

“I don’t understand,” Cadance gasped, shaking her head. “Why… why would you want… your father?”

“Maybe I just like big dicks?” Flurry shrugged, “Maybe… I can’t get the thought of the first filly-wrecking stallionhood that popped my cherry? Or maybe, it’s ‘cuz dad has the only dick in history that was able to knock up an Alicorn.”
> One-sided interview
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Hello, Everypony! And welcome to Celebrity Stable Tonight, your daily TV show where we go over all the latest happenings, scandals, gossip and news about your favorite celebs!” Roseluck smiled at the camera, with a wink. “I’m your host, Roseluck, and tonight we have a very special guest with us, the one and only, MidKnight Noir!”

Rose turned, the camera panning out in time with her movement to reveal an empty chair.

“Uh, guys?” Rose blinked nervously, looking at her set director.

In the same instant, a dark blue alicorn materialised in the chair.

It wasn’t like she’d phased in from a cloak, or teleported in. It was just as though she’d… been there… all along. Like some kind of magical ward had occluded her very existence from the anchor, the set staff… And, chillingly, even the non-organic technology of the cameras.

This wasn’t invisibility. It was the incarnation of stealth itself.

Rose felt momentarily queasy in her stomach, like reality itself had warped and made her stomach do a flip. But she was a professional. And this was the interview that would make or break her career.

Rose squirmed nervously, as she took in the legendary superheroine for the first time with her own eyes.

The alicorn was completely clad in a lycra bodysuit with up-armor additions, elbow pads and sleek carbon-fibre horseshoes, all of which were the same stark shade of flat black. Only the wings were unadorned, each of them poking out of the saddle-padded section (as if the tremendously powerful being in front of her needed something so trivial as physical armor). The two cobalt-blue feathered wings were a stark contrast against the rest of her black-on-black coloration.

Even her mane and face were covered up in the black ninja-suit: she was topped by a pull-over hood that did not reveal even a scrap of fur… Nor did her eyes reveal any glimpse of a relatable pony — she was wearing a set of large ski-goggle-like eyewear, sealing off her mask entirely.

It was like the ponification of a black hole had taken the seat across from her.

MidKnight Noir twisted her head, ever so slightly — the barest of acknowledgments.

“Ahem, ah… oh… uh… excuse me, didn’t see you there for a moment, MidKnight.” Rose coughed, shuffling and glancing down at the cue cards she’d been handed by her producer just before walking on set.

MidKnight Noir did not respond, just stared. Or was she staring? It was hard to tell what was going on behind those goggles.

“Thanks so much for being on with us, MidKnight.” Rose chirped, trying to up her energy level and kick the interview off right. “It’s always such an honor to have a member of the famed Friendship Four on our show! Tell me, what’s your favorite thing about being one of Equestria’s most beloved superheroines?”

Rose paused, leaning forward, propping her chin on her hoof as if she were genuinely interested, beaming the widest smile she could muster for the cameras.

A moment passed.

Then another.

MidKnight continued to stare right through her, as if she weren’t even there.

Dead air.

The nightmare of any TV host.

Rose swallowed nervously, she could see her production director waving frantically at her from the side of camera 1, signalling that she should move on.

“Hahaha!” Rose managed to laugh. “Of course, of course, everypony knows how famous MidKnight Noir is for being a mare of few words. The world’s greatest detective, a master of stealth, grandmaster of every martial arts style on the planet, and the most powerful hypnomancer in all of recorded history. Just what is your secret?”

MidKnight Noir’s head twisted ever so slightly, a mere fraction of an inch toward Rose.

At least it’s some kind of response. Rose gulped, she could feel the eyes of the alicorn on her, despite their occlusion by the tinted plastic of her goggle lenses. You can do this Rose! You can!

“Now, it’s been a tough time for superheroines over the last year’s events. The reveal of compound F as a thaumatological wonder-drug that makes superpowers possible… Rainbow’s recent supersonic rainboom accident that cost a number of Cloudsdale civilians, and tragically even a kindergartner, their lives… the mysterious emergence of supervillains that have been enhanced by compound F, conveniently just as Flamco’s stock price began to dip…”

MidKnight Noir’s chin dipped ever so slightly. And yet the sheer menace in that slight motion made Rose’s hair stand on end.

Easy Rose, you’re not trying to win a Hooflitzer prize here. Leave the investigative journalism for another time. 

“Er… and yet you and the Friendship Four have managed to have another record-setting year with no controversies! Mystic Magician has stopped more active crime than the major cities’ police forces combined, Hyper Heartthrob was credited with getting the Saddle Arabians to agree to a very generous peace treaty, you’ve singlehoofedly solved every major mystery and cold case over the past twenty years —including even some pre-crimes that hadn’t been committed yet—... and Sun-lander…”

For all the menace that had lurked in the air since MidKnight’s appearance, the mere mention of the leader of the Friendship Four, the most powerful superhero in existence, the former Goddess-Princess herself… it felt like the air conditioning in the studio had gone haywire, dipping the ambient temperature to a chill.

Rose could swear she even saw MidKnight’s hooves clench slightly, digging into the arms of the couch. The masked, unreadable face dipped even lower, still less than a fraction of an inch from its original position.

Why does the lack of reaction make her so much more terrifying!?

“...well, who doesn’t love Sun-lander, am I right?” Roseluck gestured out at the cameras, beaming with a wide smile. Right on cue, one of the sound engineers piped in the sound-effect of a raucous, cheering studio audience. They’d never filmed in front of one, everypony just assumed they did.

MidKnight seemed to relax, unclenching her muscles. Just what had she been preparing for? Was she worried that Rose was going to say something negative about Sunlander?

As if she’d ever do that. Sunlander was her favorite. She was everypony’s favorite!

Rose grinned to herself, and launched into the next question, this one was pre-submitted by Flamco themselves. Landing an interview like this had its price after all — in this case, the price was that they got to write the questions. It was pretty par for the course these days, it wasn’t like journalists were going to risk getting blackballed.

And in this particular case, Flamco actually owned the network that Celebrity Stable Tonight ran on.

“...but now you’re about to launch into a whole new exciting chapter of the team: it’s no longer going to be the Friendship Four. With Princess Flurry Heart’s eighteenth birthday two weeks ago, Flamco has made it official: the Friendship Four will become the Friendship Five!”

Rose paused again, letting her sound-engineer punch up the background cheering track, including the sound of hooves clattering in thunderous applause.

“That’s right, ponies! We haven’t heard yet what the young Princess’s super-name will be… or even what her powers are!” Rose grinned, checking the teleprompter to make sure she got the wording that some Flamco PR specialist had carefully scripted for her, “...but knowing her mom’s power-set, I’m sure we’ll find Flurry to be adorably irresistible!”

The production director cued a photo of Flurry Heart as a toddler, smiling at the cameraman with an adorable, missing-tooth grin.

“Awwwwww…..” Rose cooed, along with the perfectly-timed canned audience.

“But that’s not all my fellow ponies!” Rose cheered, double-checking the teleprompter as she went. “We’ve got a huge reveal, exclusive to Celebrity Stable tonight: Hyper Heartthrob will be retiring. Handing the reins over to her daughter. What a proud momma!”

Pre-recorded gasps played over the studio speakers. Rose cringed a little bit as she was sure she heard a Wilhelm scream mixed in… that was a little bit much, she’d have to speak to the sound guy after this.

“But we’re still going to be getting a fifth member of the new, improved ‘Friendship Five’. That’s right folks, for the first time ever, the planet’s top superhero team will include a non-alicorn!”

The canned applause echoed eerily through the studio broadcast chamber. Technically, this wasn’t even the same applause track that would actually be broadcast to the listeners of the program… but Rose felt that it was a bit too ridiculous to pretend she was smiling and beaming to and reacting to pure silence. Media fakery could only provide so much deception.

“The first top-tier super from one of our three races, Earth Pony, Pegasus, or Unicorn! What an incredible trot forward for diversity!” Rose clapped her hooves together. Diversity and inclusion were playing big to millennials right now. At least that was what the higher-ups at the network were telling her. She’d never really talked to one, herself.

“Isn’t that incredible, MidKnight? From what we’ve heard your sister is a BIG champion of inclusion and equality of outcome in the workplace. How excited must she be about this announcement?”

“*Tch*”

The sound of the black-clad, mute, super-ninja pony breaking her silence momentarily to scoff was the most terrifying thing Rose had ever heard.




> Diversity hire
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Put your hooves up and exit the building! We’ve got the place surrounded!” the police megaphone blared out, as red and blue flashing lights splashed across the window fronts of Manehattan Avenue.

A cordon of police cars had formed a blockade around the base of the Statue of Liberty, since renamed the Statue of Friendship after its purchase by Flamco and its subsequent re-branding as the headquarters of the alicorn super-team.

The iconic landmark had been chosen by Public Affairs as the ideal symbol for maximum market awareness, and the movement of the statue from its island home to the busiest street in the megalopolis, as well as the replacement of the generic mare’s face with Sunlander’s, had been one of the costliest public works projects in history.

But it made for a rather impressive corporate headquarters, the centerpiece of Flamco’s empire. The building was the base of operations for all things superheroine, and conveniently located next to a bevy of skyscrapers that housed the corporation’s other endeavours: consumer goods, finance, trade, defense...

*kra-KOOM*

A blast of heat washed over the backs of the officers as the thunderclap of the air being suddenly and terrifically displaced crackled off of the many storefront glass panels, echoing back and forth.

Before the reverberations had even died down, a wave of cheering and applause.

“It’s Sunlander! Sunlander’s here!”

The police-mare on the megaphone sighed, clicking off the power on the device and wiping her brow. For a moment she was worried that she might actually need to do something.

It was indeed, the Goddess-Princess herself.

Her regal cape swirled behind her carbon-fibre enhanced bodysuit, which hugged her elegant form, perfectly accentuating every curve and crevice, leaving nothing to the imagination. 

Many a young colt had a secret stash of Sunlander photos tucked away under their mattresses, particular angles that caught the superheroine from behind, showing off that gorgeous plot and teats of hers.

There was even an entire industry around lookalike supheroine pornos, with a few ‘actresses’ specializing in the role. It was one of the highest trending search terms on PornStable, one extremely popular entire sub-genre included a Sunlander that was revealed to have both sets of ‘equipment’.Even as a female, the leader of the superheroines was the focus of most mare’s sexual fantasies. One particular hermaphroditic video had exploded in popularity; a mare looking incredibly like the Celestial Super-Princess recorded on cellphone-like quality of her absolutely giving it to the famous unicorn DJ, Vinyl Scratch.

It had over a million hits in under an hour. 

The police-mare tried not to blush as she thought of just how similar the real Sunlander was compared to what had to be the facade on that video she’d clopped to the night prior... But she couldn’t avoid glancing down at the alicorn’s crotch to confirm she didn’t actually possess the bulge she’d fantasized thrusting in and out of her sweating body.

“Thank you, officer; I’ll take it from here.” Sunlander smiled sweetly, reaching out and lifting the megaphone out of her hooves, clicking it on with practiced ease.
“Hello everypony! Don’t worry! The cavalry is here!” She let the electronic megaphone amplify her voice to the crowd who cheered back at every word. “We won’t let terrorist scum ruin OUR city, and disrupt OUR friendship!”

Another cheer.

Celestia switched the megaphone off, tossing it back to the police mare. She turned, addressing the officers all hunched behind their cars in a softer, more professional voice, as if they were actually of equivalent authority.

“Great work officers. All of you mares, you’re the real heroes here!” She flashed a winning smile, gesturing with a hoof. The officers beamed back at her, one of the very few stallions in the force grinned and nodded. “Err…. even uh, you. Officer. Well done.” Celestia’s smile faltered ever so slightly at the sight of the male in uniform before she whirled away, her cape billowing in her wake.

“Raven,” Celestia growled as she strode toward the doors to her building.

“Right here, ma’am.” The mousey secretary darted up from one of the cars, handing the Princess a small tablet. “Great work on the entrance, you’re already trending on InstaTweet. Corporate will remind us to try to use the new ‘Friendship Five’ name as much as possible in future public appearances, though.

“Fuck Flam, and fuck corporate,” Celestia snarled under her breath as she trotted up to the door, Raven following timidly in her wake. “The only reason he is adding another pony to the Friendship Five is to fuck with me. You know that, right?” Celestia growled, talking more to herself than to Raven. “He snuck the fifth pony idea in at the end of our meeting a couple of weeks ago, and I agreed because I thought it was obvious that he was referring to the upcoming alicorn Princess, Flurry Heart.”

“Ma’am, do you want to check the background on this criminal first?” Raven interjected, holding her hoof out toward the tablet she’d just handed Celestia, fresh from the information department of Flamco enterprises, replete with every detail about the terrorist inside.

“Why bother, nopony can even scratch me, not even any of the alicorns.” Celestia glanced down at the tablet, scornfully. She made a show of sarcastically rolling her eyes as she scrolled down the screen, reading the criminal’s bio with as bored a tone as she could muster. “Boo fucking hoo, a near-suicidal pony at the end of his rope because their family was taken away from them… received black-market thaumatological spells, has the power to ignite the atmosphere with fire… yadda yadda. Wait, he’s a stallion?”

“Yes.”

“Pft. Gimme a fuckin’ break. I should have let the police handle this.” She glared at Raven. “You know, when I complained the other day that Twilight was hoarding all of the crime-rescues to herself, I didn’t mean that I wanted to get the dregs, Raven.”

“I-I thought… I thought because he chose to do this at the team's tower—”

“At my tower,” Celestia corrected. “It’s my face on the statue, nopony else’s. But you’re right. Let’s do this.”

Celestia pushed open the door, ignoring the hurried follow-up from her mousey personal assistant.

“Th-there was one other thing, ma’am. Corporate insisted that we also deploy a new su—”

“Sunlander!” A happy voice chirped from the other side of the door as Celestia strode into the abandoned lobby. “It’s an honor to meet you, and a dream to actually be able to work with you. I can’t tell you how much of a fan of yours I am!”

Celestia glanced over at the strange yellowish pegasus with mint-green hair, clad in a purple jumpsuit. She was young, pretty, and filled with energy. Celestia might have even mistaken her for a Wonderbolt Cadet… except she was hanging a bit strangely in the air.

Her wings were an absolute blur. But her limbs hung limply from her body, not quite touching the ground.

“...and you are…?” Celestia tilted her head.

“Barley! Barley Barrel!” The teen chirped, then blushed, coughing and correcting herself. “Sorry, sorry. I meant to say Quadra. Super-heroine hopeful from Rainbow Falls!”

“Quadra?” Celestia chewed her cheek and looked off to the side, trying to remember the name. “Wait, aren’t you disabled?”

“Differently-abled, ma’am.” Raven chimed in quickly.

“Oh that’s ok. I don’t get hung up on terms.” Quadra giggled. “Yes, as a child, I had a fractured spinal column in the same aerobatic accident that killed my brother. It left me completely paralyzed… except for my wings.” She glanced at the two feathered appendages, now moving so fast they were making a whooshing hum, not unlike a hummingbird.

“Huh.” Celestia arched her eyebrows.

“Yeah, the doctors said it would be impossible for me to do more than sit in a wheelchair… that no pegasus quadriplegic had ever managed to have the strength to use their wings to fly. But a lot of hard work, and some compound F… and now I can fly, move and fight as good as any superheroine out there! But look at me going on, bragging to the legendary Sunlander! I was such a fan of yours growing up. I’d be honored to shake your hoof.”

Celestia watched as the pegasus’s hoof reached up and out, almost naturally. In actuality, the filly’s wings were moving at blinding speed, adjusting her own, limp, lifeless limb with momentary touches and grasps, before returning to deliver another stroke that kept her hovering in mid-air.

“Wow.” Celestia nodded, smiling as she took the filly’s hoof and shook it. Of course, it was a limp, dead-fish hoofshake. “That is incredibly inspiring, Quadra. I am so proud of you: not only because of the incredible dedication and service you are giving to Equestria… but because of what you’ve had to overcome.”

“Th-thank you!” Quadra was almost weeping. “You have no idea how it feels to hear that from you. And I won’t let you down, I promise I’ll be the most energetic, effective member of your team.”

At this, Celestia paused, her smile remaining, but her eyes darkening, sinking… subtle tweaks in her eyebrows showing her clear and alarming displeasure. “What?”

Raven coughed, clearing her throat. “Quadra is the lead candidate for the open spot on the Five. Marketing wants to appeal to the younger generation with the addition of a visible physically differently-abled minority.”

“Ah.” Celestia nodded her head. “Ah, I see!”

“I won’t let you down, Sunlander!” Quadra chirped.

“I’m sure you won’t, Quadra.” Celestia grinned, nodding. “Your power… it’s fascinating how you’re able to fight crime using only your wings. But I wonder…”

“Yes? Feel free to ask anything!”

“Oh… I dunno.” Sunlander paused, lifting a hoof to her chin. “I just wonder, what would you do if somepony did… this?”

The blur of Quadra’s wings was nothing compared to Sunlander’s speed. Her forehooves were entirely invisible to any mortal pony’s eye… and to most superponies’ as well, approaching the speed of light.

With a resounding thud she simultaneously drove one hoof deep into Quadra’s gut… while the other gripped bother her wings in one, powerful hoofgrasp… and twisted.

*KER-KRACK*

The sickening sound of bone shattering was eerily similar to the noise a chicken-wing might make when snapped in two by a hungry pub-diner.

Raven had to glance away, though not fast enough to avoid seeing the sickening spray of blood as the compound fracture of the delicate, sensitive pegasi bones tore through Quadra’s skin.

There was a sound of sickening, wet meat as it thudded to the ground like a sack of wet potatoes being dropped onto a watermelon. And the scream.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

A horrendous, gutteral cry of pure unfiltered pain.

“That’s what I thought,” Sunlander sighed, shaking her head as she looked down at the wet pile of pegasus that was moments before the perky, energetic young super-teen. “Now you really will need that wheelchair, huh?”

Raven tried to look away, but Sunlander snapped her fury onto her. “Don’t look away. Don’t look at her. Look at me, Raven.” The furious God-Princess locked her blue eyes onto Raven’s. “This is Flam trying to fuck with me, with my team. Is he fucking serious? Not only does he think he can sneak a non-alicorn onto my team, but a fucking cripple? She’s not even a unicorn! At least she’s not a mudpony, but what’s next? A bucking stallion?”

“H-hel- ack… help,” Quadra gasped, her paralysis putting her in danger of drowning in the growing puddle of her own blood.

“Oh give me a fucking break, crybaby.” Sunlander rolled her eyes, using the tip of her rear hoof to roll the pegasus over onto her back.

“Oh Goddesses, does she need help?” The voice came from across the lobby.

Celestia and Raven looked up, seeing a bedraggled-looking stallion, himself wearing what looked like a business suit, singed at the edges with fire.

“Shit, he better not have seen anything.” Sunlander grumbled under her breath before turning with a smile. “Easy there sire, you’ve been through a lot. A poor stallion like you isn’t equipped to deal with this kind of trau—”

“Shut the buck up!” the stallion snarled, his mane suddenly bursting into full flame and his eyes glaring a bright red. A wash of superheated air blew over Celestia and Raven, the former barely blinking while the latter screamed with terror, huddling behind the alicorn. “You fucking supes and this shitty society ruined my life.”

“Ah. Not a bystander.” Celestia clicked her tongue, then glanced down at her tablet, scrolling again for the name of the terrorist assaulting the tower. “Burn-i-nator, I presume? That’s a bit weak, isn’t it? I don’t really see any robotic bits.” Celestia craned her head downward, glancing under the burning stallion’s body. “Don’t really see any bits at all,” she scoffed.

“You fucking bitch!” Burninatorroared, a fresh wave of pure heat roiling off him, hot off enough to scorch the once pristine white-marble floor. “Do you know what I’ve gone through because of you!? I didn’t want to take those potions. I didn’t want to do any of the things I’ve done. But they said it was the only way for me to get custody of my daughter!” He glanced at the pegasus, still gasping and wheezing on the floor. “She’s almost the same age. You monster! You know, I used to be a respectable business-stallion, treated ponies fa—”

*WHAM*

Burninator was slammed into the far wall of the lobby, the sheer impact shattering the entire granite facade, sending the beautiful wall stonework crumbling to the ground. Sunlander held her forehoof against the stallion’s throat, easily holding him aloft as though he were but a foal’s play-thing. The only evidence that she had even moved were two huge hoof-shaped launch-prints in the marble next to Raven.

“I really am not in the mood to hear your backstory. OK?”

“Gah!” Burninator coughed, blood misting into the air. “Arhhh…. Argh…. F-fuck!” He grimaced, in obvious pain, likely from massive internal injuries at being hypersonically slammed into granite. “I… I surrender. I surrender! I did what I was paid to do anyway.”

“Uh-huh.” Sunlander blinked, clearly bored.

“And…. argh… and—” the stallion smiled, blood trickling from both corners of his mouth as he looked up at the uncaring Goddess, “and now I can tell the world about how you treat your teammates.” He nodded over at the groaning pile of paralyzed pony.

“Really? That’s it?” Celestia looked disappointed, “Who’s going to believe you, the loser terrorist who’ll be spending the rest of his life in Tartarus? She’s certainly not going to say shit. Not if she ever wants to work in this industry again.”

Burninator’s eyes sparkled, fire growing there, as his mane flickered and sparked into burning embers. “Well, that’s not all, Sunlander. I’m noticing the voice that paid me to do the things I’ve done and yours sound strangely similar.”

The alicorn’s eyes narrowed. “Raven?”

“Y-yes ma’am?”

“The subject is resisting arrest. You’d better clear out of here. Bring ‘wheels’ with you.”

“I’m not,” Burninator growled, “I want my lawyer and a press conference.”

“You moron. My corporation owns the press.” Sunlander clicked her tongue with a laugh.

“Except it’s not really your corporation, is it?”

“Careful, stallion.”

“Must be so frustrating for a big powerful mare like you, having to take your orders from a power-less unicorn male.”

“I take orders from nopony.”

“Give me my lawyer, bitch.” Burninator’s entire being flamed into pure, searing infernal flame. The granite he was being pressed into began to glow with a cherry red, softening and deforming as it ever so slowly transposed back into lava.

“Tsk. Seriously? You think fire scares me? Fire is like a cool breeze to me.” Sunlander’s eyes glowed a sheer, blinding white. “I am The SUN. “

...

From outside, the cordon of police that had rushed forward to help Raven drag out the semi-conscious Quadra was momentarily dazzled by a brilliant flash. It seemed as if the entire Friendship Tower had been filled with pure, white light, as it poured out of every window, crack, and orifice of the structure… the statue’s face blazing with pure photonic energy.

“W-what was that?” One of the officers asked.

The door clicked open and Sunlander strode out, smiling and waving. “That my friend, was the end of the super-terrorist: Burninator.” Sunlander shot a winning smile, before using a free hoof to pat some of the ash off of her shoulder pads.

The officers erupted into a cheer. Quickly it was taken up by the crowd of ponies that were still watching, a rumbling thunderous stampede of hooves smashing against the Manehatten asphalt. Even that riotous applause was steadily overtaken by a growing chant, taken up by more and more of the local populace.

“SUN-LAN-DER, SUN-LAN-DER, SUN-LAN-DER!”

“Ah… I’ve missed that.” Celestia smiled, basking in the cheers and leaning back, as if she were tanning herself in the raw adulations of her adoring public. She glanced down at Raven. “I’d get more of this if Twilight would stop beating me to the punch on everything. Have you found out who she’s bribing with intel to get first dibs yet?”

Raven shook her head.

“Hm. I wonder why she wasn’t at this one.”




> Extreme fatherly support [CLOP]
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Dad, I… I need to talk to you,” Twilight whispered, unable to look at her father. Staring down at the corner of her bedroom.

“Of course, Sweetheart,” Night Light replied, taking a seat on the Princess’s bed right next to her. “What’s the matter, little bookworm? You can’t hide your feelings from me little filly. I knew right away when you asked me to come over that something was up… and looking to confess in your room is always a sign that it’s something big.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “The last time you asked me to come to your room, you took a whole fifteen minutes beating around the bush to work up the courage to admit you’d only got a ninety-nine on your advanced potions and apothecary exa—”

“Dad...” Twilight cut off his reminiscing, “This isn’t about some silly little test. I’m not a little filly anymore, I’m not just your daughter… I’m one of the most powerful ponies in existence, charged with keeping this whole planet safe.”

Night Light let out a long sigh, before resting a hoof on Twilight’s back, tenderly rubbing her. "I know, sweetie. And your responsibilities may be far beyond my simple ex-guard captain understanding… and stallions may not count for much in this day and age... but I’ll always be your dad.”

Twilight felt her father put his hoof under her chin, lifting it up so that he could see her eyes.

“And nothing is ever gonna change the fact that I’ll do anything for my little girl, to see her smile.”

Twilight’s frown only faltered slightly: the memories of happy times playing with her dad, with the beaming pride she’d felt from him upon her myriad accomplishments, not the least of which was her ascension to superheroine Goddesshood… none of it was enough to erase the pain and horrific misery that had been the last few years. None of it came close to the horrible realization of what she’d have to do to move forward.

“Dad. I-I don’t know what to do,” Twilight softly spoke, almost on the verge of tears.

“Easy, easy hon,” Night Light cooed. “I probably can’t help. But at least I can listen. Just what’s going on?”

“It’s Celestia, Dad,” Twilight breathed. “No. Not just her, it’s everything… the whole system. I thought at first that maybe this is all some sick prank of Discord’s… that everything Equestria has turned into since superpowers became so widespread is part of some evil plot. But it’s not. This… this… sick corruption has been in us all along.”

Night Light paused, blinking. “I don’t understand, sweetie. I mean… I do think that everything that is happening to stallions, and to the other races is awful. But it’s not the first time that nastiness has come out. Things will get better, the pendulum swings one way… then it swings back. That’s just the way history works.”

“Not anymore, Dad.” Twilight shook her head. “Not when you have somepony that is immune to history. Somepony that will last forever, and who is unstoppably powerful. There’s only one way now—Celestia's… I mean Sunlander’s way.”

“Hm.” Night Light sighed. “So what are you gonna do about it?”


“There’s nothing I can do. Sunlander has the power of a thousand stars. She can literally warp space-time. In a one-on-one fight, my thamaulogical powers are the equivalent of an ant trying to stop a speeding locomotive. And that’s even before I factor in her millennia of combat experience.”

“The bookworm I know always had a plan...” Night Light smiled. “And I can tell you have one now. But you’re not telling me. Why?”

Twilight blushed, looking down at the floor again. “I might not be able to do it alone. But I could do it with the help of everypony else.”

“The Elements?” Night Light asked.

“No, not even close. Not even with compound F. It’s not even a fraction of a percentage of the amount of backup we’d need. Only Alicorn-Supes would stand a chance, working together.”

“Ah. Hm,” Night Light pondered.

“Yeah. Luna’s out. I wouldn’t dare to try bringing her in. I don’t even know if she’s the same pony under there anymore. Maybe Cadance would help, but I’d have to be so careful. If I read her wrong, or even if she got the smallest inclination that things weren’t going to plan… she’d betray me to Sunlander. I’m sure of it.”

“What about Flurry?”

“Flurry’s in.” Twilight grinned. “I’d like to think that she’s got a good heart… but I’m pretty sure that it’s just her teenage ‘buck the world’ attitude. But she and I have been working together for months now.”

Night Light smiled. “See? There you go… you’re already on your way.”

“But I did the math, Dad. I’d need at least five super-alicorns working together to beat Sunlander. More if Cadance and Luna were backing her up.”

“But… there aren’t five alicorns.”

Twilight stiffened. “That’s the problem. We’d need to make more.”

Night Light clicked his tongue. “Celestia is the only pony who can make someone an alicorn.”

“Correct. But not entirely correct.” Twilight seemed to be getting more and more nervous. “There was one incident 18 years ago… an entirely unexpected pregnancy and the birth of a brand-new alicorn.”

“Flurry.”

“Yeah.” Twilight sighed, “If we can get two or three new baby alicorns, raise them in secret away from Celestia… then maybe in twenty years or so I might have a chance at overthrowing her… at saving history.”

“Wow.” Night Light breathed out, leaning back on the bed. “That’s a long-term plan. And what it requires from you… from Flurry. Maybe this isn’t your fight, Twilight.”

Twilight shook her head vigorously. “I can’t. I can’t just give up. Not if there’s even a glimmer of hope. I have to try. For everypony.”

Night Light smiled. “That’s my girl.” He leaned over and hugged her, tightly, strongly. “And I’ll be here, ready to help you however a silly old stallion can. For whatever that’s worth.”

Twilight didn’t return the hug. She looked ashamedly down at the ground, touching the tips of her hooves together nervously. “A-actually Dad, you can help. That’s why I asked you here.”

Night Light’s ears pricked up. He took on a grim, determined look. “Anything.”

“W-w-well… It seems… oh gosh, how do I even explain…” Twilight seemed entirely flustered.

“Out with it, kiddo.”

“Well. A new alicorn baby isn’t exactly a common thing. It’s only happened once actually.”  Twilight tapped her hooftips together nervously again, “Flurry Heart was born to Cadance and Shining Armor. It’s the only time that an alicorn has ever gotten pregnant, in all of recorded history.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah, I checked every archive I could get into. It wasn’t like I could ask Luna or Celestia without raising suspicions. Turns out, the pair have had plenty of husbands over the millennia. But no foals, no pregnancies.”

“So how—”

“Shining. Shining Armor.” Twilight sighed. “Something about him was special enough to break through, to make the first biologically produced alicorn in all of history.”

Night Light adopted a wry grin. “I guess I should feel a bit proud of my boy. Strong genes.”

Twilight’s blush deepened. “I think so too, Dad. I think that power runs in our family bloodline, maybe because of our attunement to magic… I think you could also make an alicorn pregnant.”

“Oh?” Night Light hummed. But beneath his bemused face, the pieceswere starting to click into place, his mind already subconsciously processing the logic of everything… why Twilight was so upset… her plan to birth more alicorns… the lack of alicorn pregnancies. “W-wait…”

Twilight couldn’t meet her Dad’s eyes.

“Y-you couldn’t… no, nevermind.” Night Light chuckled nervously, his mind rejecting the thought that had been forming there.

“Dad,” Twilight whispered, not looking at her father. “I need you to impregnate me.”

There was a full ten seconds with no sound, with both ponies holding their breath entirely. Just complete stillness, the words hanging in the very air.

“W-what!?” Night Light coughed out. “No! I can’t!”

Twilight whirled up, her face a mixture of sheer embarrassment, determination, and frustration. “You have to! And… I hate to say this… you’ll probably have to knock up Flurry too: we’ll need all the reinforcements we can get.”

“Twilight I’m your father. I’m her grandfather!”

“I know that! I wish it wasn’t the case. But my research shows that this is our best bet. I ran all of the calculations, I did the genetic and family lineage thaumatological testing.” Twilight began to lecture, a psychological safety-release mechanism. “Obviously, the best candidate would be Shining… but he’s firmly in Cadance’s grasp. There’s no way Flurry or I could get access to him without alerting Cadance, who’s still a wildcard. I can’t take that risk.”

“T-Ttwilight—”

“And from the studies I’ve run, I’m fairly certain that you’d have the same power. I looked at all the other possibilities. Uncles, cousins, other offshoots… different family trees with similar magical characteristics to ours… nothing comes as close in terms of percentages besides you, Dad. You’re our best chance.”

Night Light stood up, backing away, his face starting to panic. “I-I can’t do that to you, Twilight. Make you bear my foal!?”

Twilight’s teary eyes appeared once again. “I know how hard this is to hear. Imagine how hard it is for me to say. Now you know why I’ve been so upset.” Twilight sniffed, wiping her left eye before it could actually leak into a tear. “I almost felt a bit of relief when you were saying that you’d do anything to help me…”

Night Light shuddered, the shame of so quickly betraying his words from only moments earlier being thrown in his face, though inadvertently. It was true that he meant them when he’d said them. He was ready to die for his little girl. Ready to suffer through the worst, most unimaginable pain. Anything but this.

But…

If this is what she needed.

If this was what she was actually asking for. If this was for her to save Equestria.

“I… Okay.”

Twilight’s head jerked up, half-surprised. “R-really?”

Night Light nodded, solemnly. “Yes. I guess I’d… uh… have to…” he blushed, looking down at his hooves, “...get you a... sample? Do you have something you want me to store it in?”

Twilight blinked, her frown returning. “Oh.” She shook her head. “Oh no, Dad.“ In-vitro fertilization won’t work, not from what I can tell. The act of sexual intercourse is essential to breaking through whatever guards an Alicorn’s womb.”

It felt like a sucker punch to his gut. It was one thing to have Twilight bearing his incestuous foal. But to actually have to have sex with her!?

To stick his stallionhood into his beloved little filly? To fuck her and flood her with his seed?

He almost stumbled.

He caught Twilight’s eyes again as he just managed to avoid his stunned collapse. Those big purple irises… so desperately sad, and scared. Taking this on meant so much to her. He could see that. She wore the weight of the world’s troubles on her own two shoulders, like she always had, even before becoming a superheroine.

She would do anything to save her friends, her people.

And it must have been the hardest thing in the world for her to ask this of him. 

And asking was only the first step of so many… first this, then pregnancy, then bearing the child, raising it, then confronting Sunlander… and of course the inevitable challenges of cleaning up after the end of the tyrant’s reign.

His daughter had already committed herself to a lifetime of miserable service, fear, and challenge.

How could he, asked to do so little, deny her?

“O-okay” His mouth managed to move, though he could scarcely believe the words he uttered.

“Okay,” Twilight responded, sniffling, nodding her head.

“So… when should we, uh…” Night Light blushed.

“Right away.”

Night Linked coughed, blinking. “R-right now? Are you sure?”

Twilight nodded. “I’m at the peak of my cycle right now. And I’m not getting any younger. Neither are you, Dad. Each passing moment reduces our chances.” She grimaced. “I’m sorry to say, I’ll probably need to get you to meet with Flurry as quickly as you can after tonight.”

“She’s barely eighteen!”

“Thank the Goddess she’s at least that, Dad,” Twilight grunted. “With what’s on the line, as long as she was ovulating I’d be asking you to do the same. Stallions become less and less fertile as they age.”

“Ah. I… never mind. Let’s just focus on you for now...” Night Light gulped. “...That’s enough.”

“Mhm,” Twilight grunted her reply, stepping up from the bed, and turning around.

Night Light could scarcely believe what Twilight was doing right in front of his eyes.

The purple alicorn took a steadying breath, planting both forehooves on the bed and gingerly adjusting her rear hooves to spread her stance — adopting a wide, balanced posture with her hips tilted upward that was unmistakable.

Twilight glanced over her shoulder, but the moment her eyes met her father’s she had to turn away again; it was far too embarrassing to watch him watch her. She took one last steadying breath, then flicked her dock up.

Night Light swallowed as the long purple and indigo hair of his daughter’s tail swept up majestically, like a matador’s cape draws the attention of the rampaging bull.

With the alicorn’s tail flagging up and out of the way, he had an exquisite view of his daughter’s plot. The sight washed over him like a splash of cold water—it was one thing to catch glimpses of other pony’s private areas in the everyday humdrum instances of day-to-day life. It was a common, almost daily occurrence.

But there was a world of difference between the accidental flash of a limited angle of somepony’s bits… and the full-on, unimpeded view of a presented backside.

The primitive part of his brain stirred at the sight, just as it was programmed to do… before being quickly counteracted by a flood of shame and guilt. This was his daughter’s body!

But it was too late, the image was already burned into his mind.

Her sumptuous, toned buttocks. The pert, upright dock, with its smooth concave of skin.

The dark-black pucker of her tailhole, a quivering ring of muscular flesh, proudly jutting out like the forbidden rosebud it was.

And then her marehood…

Night Light had been a family man for most of his life. After his wild college days, once he’d settled down with his beloved Twilight Velvet, he barely even glanced at other mares... so it had been some time since he’d seen another mare’s lower lips.

Just the fact that they were so… plump. Swollen and puffy, the outer labia pushing against one another, looking so incredibly tight. The dark-purple hue of the engorged lips were so dark they were almost black.

And just below Twilight’s marehood, he could see the swollen mounds of her hanging teats, something that he’d never seen on Velvet, who was a less-well endowed mare. The plump mammaries were each tipped by two pink-purple nipples, each swollen to eraser-tip size.

The whole look and feel, all the subtle differences from his wife… was all so exotic.

Even his highly-tuned nose picked up the strangely different perfume — a hint of lavender instead of Velvet’s blackberry scent.

And that deep, ancient part of his mind stirred again. Evolutionary programming ramping up with excitement at the thought that he might be spreading his genes to a new, different mare… sending a little skip-thump through his heart that reverberating down to his loins...

...Before being instantly suppressed as his conscious mind snapped back to the forefront. This was his daughter. This was Twilight Sparkle! The filly he’d bounced on his knee, that he’d carried on his shoulders to the Canterlot museum. That he’d changed the diapers of for Godesses’ sake!

He wrenched his head away, trying not to look at his daughter’s plot, even though his eyes flicked sidewise, again and again, drawn back to the exciting view.

“Uhm. Just… give me a second Dad,” Twilight squeaked. “I… have to get ready.”

“S-sure. T-take your time,” Night Light responded, still trying and failing not to look at his daughter.

“It’s… it’s actually key to ovulation and conception that a mare is in a well warmed-up state of arousal prior to penetration. Studies have shown that not only does increased lubrication result in fewer injuries and strain, but female orgasm causes cervical dilation which increases semen volume in the uterus.” Twilight’s nervous mumbling had gained confidence as she went along, and now she was nodding her head and tapping her hoof, as if she were teaching a classroom hall of university students. “Further, mare ejaculate has been shown to have glucose, hormones, and even thaumatological properties that foster spermatozoa motility and overall success ratios—”

“Twilight.” Night Light interrupted.

“Y-yes?”

“You’re lecturing.”

“Sorry.” Her ears folded back and she glanced over her shoulder meekly. Once again, as soon as she saw Night Light’s eyes staring at her completely exposed bottom, she had to turn away and stare at the bed. Her tail twitched, just barely resisting the urge to clamp down and shield herself. “I’m… I’m a bit nervous.”

“Me too.” Night Light chuckled grimly. “You always did start to lecture when you were nervous, I always thought it was cute.”

A shudder went through Twilight, her wings shifting in embarrassment. She was obviously dealing with the conflicting joy of being called cute by the stallion about to mount her… and the fact that said stallion was also her father.

“A-anyway… I have a… spell I like to use.” Twilight squeaked. “And some… uh… l-lube.” Her horn ignited.

The drawer next to Twilight’s bed opened, and a purple telekinetic field lifted a small glass bottle, popped the silver-tipped top and hovered it over to her plot. Out of the corner of his eye, Night Light watched as his daughter skillfully tipped the bottle over, aiming the open end at a spot just under her dock.

Clear, viscous liquid ran out, slickly streaming around the circumference of her ponut, before meeting at the bottom of the circumference running down over her plump purple lips. The oozing drip disappeared from sight momentarily as it slid between the labia, into that hidden pleasure-cleft… before reemerging on the other side to drip onto the bed.

“Sh-should be enough…” Twilight whispered, likely to herself.

The purple kinetic field put the bottle back on the nightstand, then it began to hum.

The buzzing sound filled the bedroom, thrumming with intensity like a hive of bees. Night Light watched the glow slowly hover over… then press up against Twilight’s marehood.

“Mmmf!” Twilight stifled a moan, biting her hoof.

There was no doubt about it… Night Light could see the strange micro-blur at the edges of the field where it was pushing into his daughter… this was a high-frequency vibration.

There was no way he couldn’t watch. 

The strangeness of the transparent field as it pressed into his daughter’s flesh, squishing her tight lower-lips as it hummed and thrummed—it was impossible to look away.

Up and down, Twilight plied the field, with the skill and familiarity of somepony who’d done it many times before. Night Light knew that unicorn mares had such ‘private’ spells in their repertoire… vibration spells were among the most mastered, usually by teenage colts and fillies… for obvious reasons.

But he’d never seen masturbation like this himself. Velvet certainly never did this in front of him.

“Ahn… mmf!” Twilight’s groans were getting deeper, more real. The field was starting to press further inward with each stroke.

Again, Night Light felt that awful pull between biological arousal and moral shame. With each moan, his ears flicked forward with excitement… before flicking away as he remembered those moans were coming out of his innocent baby girl.

“AH!” Twilight’s back arched.

For the first time, Night Light saw pink. Brilliant, hot-blooded pink.

Twilight’s marelips quivered and tightened, clenching and squeezing with a strength he’d never seen in Velvet. Like a blooming flower, they parted, winking open to show his daughter’s boiling, sticky, interior.

His eyes almost crossed as they focused in on Twilight’s lovebud. The bit-sized, swollen clitoris was like the dot at the bottom of an exclamation mark, throbbing twice in the open air before being drawn back into its hidey-hole.

“Mmmm….!” Twilight’s hum was in tune with the buzz of the vibration spell.

Night Light felt himself drop. The tell-tale kiss of air against his stallionhead as it started to slide out from his sheath. Stop! Stop! He clenched his lower gut, trying to stymie the physical signs of arousal as he felt a nauseous wave of incestuous shame overcome him.

Another wink.

Now Twilight pressed the field into herself.

It was as if an invisible stallionhood was parting her vagina, opening herself wide for all to see the tight, twisting interior of her sex. Her clit was jammed out by the field now, buzzing in a blur as it was stimulated by the high-frequency pulses of magic stimulation.

“Ah! AHN! Y-you’re… you’re not watching… r-right D-da AHN… Dad?” Twilight’s mix of groans as she glanced over her shoulder at him was intoxicatingly sexual.

“No.” Night Light lied. His eyes were glued to the spectacle before him.

Despite all the guilt, it was just… incredibly erotic. And that damn scent was building up! It was thick, condensing in the back of his throat and dripping down into his belly.

“B-buck!” Twilight’s body began to convulse, her wings flickered. Her bottom began to gyrating in and out with a rhythm and range that was unmistakably simulating sex. “Dad! I’m… I’m… FUCK!”

It was so odd to hear her swear. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever heard his daughter swear.

He’d never seen her cum, either.

Both of those facts had just changed.

The first thing he felt was a splash of hot liquid against his lower forelegs, as he watched his daughter’s tight sex begin to squeeze, contort, and leak. The little spray escaping the strange magical insertion turned into gushing streams. It was almost as if somepony had inserted a glass dildo into Twilight — the shimmer of magical energy barely distorted his perfect view of her hot-pink interior spasming and writhing within.

The pungent splash of marecum shot steaming through the air, with enough force to splatter against his chest. Velvet had never squirted like that: she was more of a trickler. Twilight was a whole different kind of mare.

“Ahnn… f-fuck…” she mewled, her body humping up and down as she rode out the last vestiges of her powerful orgasm. Her wings extending and flapping a warm wash of her musky pheromones over him, almost hiding the delicate whisper that slid from her lips at the last moment. “D-dad…”

Night Light snorted, quite involuntarily, his nostrils widening and his upper lip curling in biological response to the thick atmosphere of sexually charged, in-cycle, and highly fertile femininity. It wasn’t just sticking to the back of his throat now… it was suffusing his fur… it was like he was in a steam room filled to the brim with Twilight’s sexual signals. His daughter’s signals.

He felt himself pour out of his sheathe. Faster even than that one time he’d rushed to the toilet after holding it in at a school recital for an hour. His limp stallionhood drooped all the way out of its protective covering, sliding inch after inch toward the ground in raw, autonomic reaction to the situation.

It still made him feel like a first-class pervert.

This was his little filly!

How could he drop for her?

“Mmmf… ah… oh…” Twilight groaned, her speech coming back to her. She glanced over her shoulder, quickly seeing that he’d been in the ‘splash zone’ to her pre-coital preparations. “Oh. Oh my gosh! Oh jeez, I’m… so sorry, I didn’t…”

Twilight looked mortified that she’d just doused her dad with her arousal, his speech trailing off as she sank into her own embarrassment.

“It’s OK, sweetie.” Night Light quickly mumbled. Even though it really wasn’t. He’d say anything to make her feel better. Do anything. Even that.

A couple of moments passed, the only sound in the bedroom being the pitter of a few plinking drops of steaming mare juice dripping to the floor, Twilight's soft breathing… and her father’s snorting inhalations.

“I’m… I’m ready,” Twilight squeaked, daring to look over her shoulder at him again. As she did so, her voluptuous butt shifted ever so slightly, tilting upward in an unmistakable request to be filled with a stallionhood. 

And then she winked. And not with her eyes.

“Ah.” Both of them said it at the same time.

Night Light was trembling as he rose up onto his hind legs, his body acting more on muscle memory from his experiences with his wife than any conscious action on his own part.

He reached down with his left forehoof, gripping himself and slinging up his drooping stallionhood. It felt heavy and thick in his hooves, but not hard. Like a dreadful bludgeon.

Twilight’s eyes were on him now. And it was his turn to look away. He was sure his daughter had seen his stallionhood out of its sheath over the years — catching him in the shower accidentally, or on camping trips walking into him when he was relieving himself in a bush.

But this was so, so different.

The burning gaze of her big purple eyes was fixed right on his penis. And there was no mistaking the thoughts running through her head. She must be thinking about its shape, its size, its color… how it would feel inside her.

Inside his freaking daughter!

Night Light groaned with a sigh as he looked away from her face, trying to focus on the wall.

“Is… is something wrong?” Twilight asked, mumbling her own embarrassment.

Only everything about this entire affair. “Hm?” Night Light responded.

“You’re… uh… you aren’t… well… up?”

Night Light gulped, blinking to clear his vision. There was a strange mixture of shame at being unable to perform as a stallion mixing in with the shame of incest with his daughter.

“Oh… uh, I… just need a minute. I don’t rev up quite as fast as I did when I was a colt.” Night Light grunted, before starting to move his hoof.

“It’s… it’s not me, is it?” Twilight whispered, blushing.

Hay no it’s not you. You’re drop-dead dripping with sexiness, Twilight…. But also, hay yes it’s you, because you’re my freaking daughter! 

Night Light could see the conflict in Twilight too, the uncertainty, the hesitation. The lack of confidence. The last thing he wanted to do was make his little girl feel anything other than gorgeous.

“No, Sweetie!” Night Light blushed. “Your dad’s just getting a bit older is all.”

He clumsily continued to stroke himself with his hoof. He didn’t want to go all out with his own preferred technique: using both forehooves and some magic constriction around his base to pump himself up. He felt paralyzed by his daughter’s glance… so all he could do was stand there and awkwardly stroke his drooping sausage of a stallionhood.

“It’s perfectly normal for older stallions to take longer to achieve a full erection, Dad. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Low or high blood pressure, salt in the diet, changes in your hormonal balances as you age, the amount of sleep you’ve gotten, thaumatological systems being more harmonically tuned to mental instead of physical processes. It says nothing about a stallion’s virility.”

“Twilight.”

“Yes?”

“You’re lecturing… again.”

“Sorry.”

They both had a little chuckle, a precious moment of levity.

But after it passed, he was still just petting his thick, drooping snake. While his daughter watched him. Intensely. Her eyes boring into his penis, following his masturbation technique.

Goddesses spare me. Anything!

“Can I help?”

“Sure.” Anything but that! He’d answered almost automatically, his brain still having trouble functioning. He would have said ‘sure’ blindly to anything Twilight said. He was paralyzed with indecision.

Twilight moved, turning on the bed to face him, bringing herself mere inches from his junk as she sat on the edge of her bed.

Her horn glowed a purple hue, thrumming with a brief crackle of powerful energy. She glanced at him briefly before a flicker of light shot from her horn…

Right into his balls.

For a moment Night Light felt winded, like it was the combination of somepony hoofing him in his low-hanging coinpurse while hitting him with the electric force of a cattleprod. He winced, closing his eyes stupidly as an ineffective shield to the expected flood of nauseous, almost vomit-inducing pain that all males knew too well when their precious orchids were treated poorly…

Only to not feel that telltale flood at all.

Instead, it was like a warm thrum of heat, starting in his loins and blossoming up like a balefire mushroom bomb-cloud through his gut.

Feelings that he hadn’t felt in years, not since he was a young fraternity colt at Canterlot University tickled his system, reigniting old nerve endings that he would otherwise have thought were long dead. Old thaumic pathways, which linked the stallion’s biological and magical stores, which had withered and shut as he aged, flared back open, streaming energy back into his reproductive system.

He felt like a colt who’d just found his first teat-magazine.

“Flurry taught me that one.” Twilight wryly grinned.

Beads of sweat were popping on his forehead, and he could feel his heart rate starting to skyrocket. His heart was pounding now, each thump reverberating through his eardrums.

He felt incredible! He felt powerful! Stallionly. Masculine.

He felt virile.

And then he felt Twilight’s hoof on his stallionhood.

His eyes darted down, locking onto the point where his daughter had just touched… him. He only just managed to avoid the urge to jerk away.

Twilight was looking right at his stallionhood, inspecting the obsidian sausage. The frog of her hoof slowly slid down his rapidly engorging penis, feeling almost cool against the surging heat that had spilled into his genitals.

“It’s actually just as important to lubricate and prepare the stallion. Far too many mares take their partner’s penis health for granted, and there’s actually a significant risk of abrasions particularly at the start of intercourse.” Twilight mumbled out a lecture, likely a textbook paragraph she’d memorized, as she poured more of that bottle’s contents out onto his shaft.

He hadn’t even noticed her levitating it back up again.

It warmed and slicked him as Twilight gently massaged it into his dark flesh.

Night Light felt his nostrils flare, as new thoughts began to race through his head. Flashes of him mounting and rutting Twilight, of sticking himself deep into her body, of biting her, mounting her, rutting her.

He wasn’t sure where they were coming from—moments before his conscious mind had been firmly against the tremendous parental sin he was about to commit. But Twilight’s spell, her hoof, the warming touch of her lube…

Each thought of guilt was quickly counter-flashed in his mind with memories of wanton sex, of how good the act felt, of the need to mate… and more and more he was replacing the mare in those memories — substituting the gray coat of his wife with a lavender purple.

“Oh... wow, Dad.” Twilight’s breath washed over his stallionhood.

He was becoming erect.

His penis began to stiffen and swell, faster than he ever remembered, even in his youth. Great, thumping pulses of blood filled him, making the veins on his shaft pulse and throb out with vigor. His medial ring began to expand, as inch after inch of black flesh grew and assumed its rigid, sex-ready position.

“That’s… uh… I think that’s a couple standard deviations beyond average. According to the literature I’ve seen on stallion-size, at least.” Twilight’s hoof was still sliding up and down his length, the journey taking a few seconds now, despite her quickened pace. “Seventeen, maybe eighteen inches. If you consider the normal distribution around a mean of…”

Twilight was rambling now, blushing so hard that steam might be coming out of her ears. Night Light noticed her eyes flicking all over the room, doing everything they could to avoid looking at his face… all while her hoof continued to pump him, his stallionhood quickly achieving its full, throbbingly erect state.

“Twilight,” Night Light grunted. His thoughts were pounding now, a mixture of childhood memories of his beloved daughter: her first bike ride, consoling her when she scraped her knee, the day she went to magical kindergarten, her admission to Celestia’s school… and a mixture of the hot, sexual alicorn princess stroking him off, of her dripping nethers that had winked and begged to be filled…

Of just how hard he was going to buck her.

“S-sorry… I was lecturing again,” Twilight squeaked, her hoof slowing. “You’re just… really impressive. Mom’s a lucky mare.”

“Thanks.” Night Light smiled. How was he supposed to take a compliment about his stallionhood from his daughter? They didn’t teach you how to do that in any parenting books he’d ever read.

“You’ll need to be careful when you… uh… when we…” Twilight’s eyes had met his. All at once, they were suddenly father and daughter again. All their conversations and jokes around the dinner table, all those Hearthswarming mornings opening presents. It all came rushing back at the sight of that familiar face.

Suddenly his dick being in Twilight’s hooves felt very awkward again.

Her hoofing slowed briefly, and she swallowed nervously and let out a little laugh, quickly looking away. He tried to do the same, squeezing his hip muscles a little bit and making his stallionhood bounce in her hooves.

“Y-yeah, you should know… it might hurt a little bit at first. A bit of a pinch. Might be some blood. That’s normal.”

“Dad.” Twilight scoffed, her eyes rolling as they stared at his junk. “I’m… I’m not a virgin. Heck, I’m pretty sure Flurry is not a virgin. I’ve been with other stallions before, Dad.”

Night Light blinked. Obviously, this was true. But he’d just never thought of that part of his little girl’s life before. Never thought of what she might do in her bed with her coltfriends. Never thought of her sexually.

Until now. When she was hoofing him off. When moments earlier she’d arched her back, begging to be mounted and plowed into that bed. By him.

“O-oh.”

“Flash Sentry and I… well, he was my first,” Twilight mumbled.

He’d never liked that punk. Lazy layabout who had coasted in the guard on sentry duty.

“But he… uh… he really wasn’t your… uh… size.” Twilight grimaced, as she finished a particularly long stroke, as if marvelling at just how much of him was going to go into her. “Nopony, I’ve been with is…”

“I’ll be gentle.”

“You don’t have to be too gentle,” Twilight quickly quipped in response before realizing what she said, her ears folding flat in embarrassment. Asking her Dad to rut her hard was just another moment of pure mortification to add to tonight’s pile.

“O-ok,” Night Light responded, then reached down, putting his hoof over Twilight’s to stop it. “Sweetie… I think I’m ready.”

“Ah. Oh.” Twilight nervously looked up at him, her eyes uncrossing from the massive stallionhood that had been dangling just off her nose. It was clear she was functioning on quasi-autopilot as well. Both of them were more nervous than first-timers, fumbling about in the dark. “I… I just don’t know if I can—”

Oh, thank the Goddesses. Night Light’s conscious mind screamed out, this potential escape trajectory being a perfect way to pump the brakes, to slow this speeding locomotive of bad decisions before it flew of the cliff… Even though there was now a shameful feeling of disappointment at not going all the way that he was trying to stifle.

“If I can do oral sex for you first...” Twilight mumbled.

Oh.

“You’re… pretty big, and… it’s a little embarrassing to have my Dad watch me sucking a stallionhood.” She apologetically glanced up at him, her ears still folded back. “I know it’s your stallionhood, and I’m being ridiculous, and… gah… I just think I’d be more comfortable facing forwards!” She squeaked, her wings flapping. “It’s… it’s harder than I thought to do this with you. Maybe next time I can do oral.”

Next time!?

Twilight misinterpreted his expression of blinking surprise. “Here, I can give it a little kiss.”

Stunned, Night Light was unable to react as she leaned forward, daintily pursed her lips, and planted a little peck right on the tip of his penis. It was just like a goodnight kiss, something he’d received from the filly a thousand times and more… except that it had the briefest little flicker of the tip of her tongue…

And it was placed squarely on his drooling stallionhead.

“Mm.” Twilight leaned back, releasing his stallionhood for the first time in minutes. Her tongue was swirling in her cheeks. “It’s funny… your taste… your smell. It reminds me of your study back home. Warm and comforting, oaky… masculine. Safe.” Twilight twiddled her hooves and looked up at him, fear in her eyes. “I’m… I’m sorry about this Dad.”

Night Light swooped forward, scooping her up in a big, tight bear hug. He didn’t care that this was driving his erect stallionhood into her belly, the force of his hug squishing it between their two chests.

“Sweetie. Don’t you dare apologize for anything. I love you. And none of this is your fault.”

Twilight melted in his arms, taking him back in his hug, leaning her muzzle into his neck, snuggling into him with a little purr of contentment.”D-dad… thanks. I… I didn’t mean for this to happen… but I’m glad that if it did, it happened with you. You make me feel so safe.”

“Shh…” Night Light hushed, patting her head gently.

They hugged like that for a few minutes longer.

Night Light tried not to feel too guilty about the fact his penis had only gotten stiffer during their hug. He was supposed to be their comforting his daughter in her time of need… and more than half his brain was dedicated to the sensation of his throbbing stallionhood pressing into her fuzzy belly.

“Heh. Still raring to go huh?” Twilight giggled into his neck. A moment later Night Light felt her hoof reach between them and adjust his large, masculine pride, shifting it to a spot that was more comfortable. “Your stallionhood was digging into my ribcage… sheesh, it’s big.”

“S-sorry.”

“Oh, no, not your fault!” Twilight squeaked, “That libido spell was probably a bit supercharged from the state I was in. It must be almost aching.”

Oh, Goddesses, you have no idea, sweetie. Each heartbeat felt like it was going to make him pop, he felt so erect.

“You know, a bunch of my friends had crushes on you, back in junior high.”

“What?”

“Oh yeah, Moondancer, Lemon Hearts… sometimes they used to gossip about whose Dad had the biggest stallionhood. You were always top pick.”

“Uh—”

“They used to tease me that any stallion with such a hefty ‘set’,” Twilight’s hoof slid down his erection and gave a gentle caress to his balls, eliciting a nervous swallow from Night Light, “...had to be packing. Little did they know how right they were.” She giggled.

“I always tried to chase them off when they’d joke about flipping their tails up for you.. Even if they were teasing, I told them that ‘my Dad belongs to me!’” Twilight paused. “Little did I know how right that would be.”

Night Light sighed, “Sweetie… I’ll always belong to you.”

Twilight pushed back slightly from their embrace, staring deep into his eyes. He was sure that he could see a little ember there, a smouldering fire not unlike what would appear in her mother’s eyes when she got in… ‘the mood’.

“I’m ready, Dad.”

“M-me too.”

Twilight slid away from him, once again taking that position on her bed. Planting her forehooves on the edge of her soft linen and shifting her rear hooves wide, bracing herself for the activity to come. “I… can we do it pony-style? I don’t think I can handle having you watch my face while we… buck.”

Me neither.

“O-ok.”

“Maybe next time.” 

“S-sure.”

“We can do positions you like too, just nothing too crazy.” Twilight nervously chirped, her anxiety clearly on the rise again, as she looked over her shoulder at him. “And no anal, you’re too big for that. Sorry, Dad... Oh, and also obviously anal sex doesn’t make any sense with the goal we’re trying to achieve, although there was one study in the Yakyakistan Medical Journal about fertility rates post anal copulation that was—”

“Twilight.” He grinned as he interrupted her stream of consciousness rambling.

“Lecturing?” Twilight blushed, her ears pinned back cutely.

“Lecturing.”

“Sorry…” She took a deep breath, her rear hooves clopping against the crystal floor as she stood wider apart and arched her butt upward. “OK… I’m ready. Let’s do this.”

She flipped her tail up once again.

Again, Night Light’s senses were assaulted by the cavalcade of overwhelming information flowing into them.

The tantalizing sight of her gorgeous plotside which now had sticky gossamer strands of mare-cum connecting her marehood to her inner-thighs. The squelching sounds of her purple lips blossoming to wink their pink insides at him. The musky, thick smell of an overly aroused female in heat… Hay, he could even taste his daughter’s foggy arousal as it condensed out of the very air!

All that was missing was the sense of touch.

And that was about to change.

Night Light strode forward, approaching his daughter’s shapely posterior like a champion batter stepping up the plate. He reached out with his hooves to grip her hips, steadying himself as he tried to align his bobbing tip with her sex.

That’s when his shaft first touched her. His engorged, jet-black, throbbing penis touching his daughter’s butt!

And, Goddesses damn him, did it ever feel good.

“Ahn!”  A powerful impulse, right from the instinctive depths of his brain drove his hips forward and the sultry contact, sliding his sausage up the cleft of Twilight’s bottom… grinding his veiny shaft against her needy marehood and plump tailhole as his stallionhead missed its mark and slid through her tail up to the middle of her back.

“D-dad…!” Twilight groaned, her wings flickering. Her groan was heavy with need.

“Sorry, sweetie,” He mumbled, feeling the hot, wet kiss of his filly’s winking marehood against his balls.

It was strange — it was like he was two ponies in mind now.

One was Night Light, father of Twilight Sparkle. Proud parent. Mortified at what was happening. At the fact he was mounting his little girl. At the fact that her boiling sex was pressed against him. At the fact, he was about to push inside her with his stallionhood…

And the other was that of a stud. A champion of breeding. A king of the open plains, with a harem of breeding mares that flagged their tails as he passed. A snorting beast of a male that knew how to satisfy his mare.

And one of these two minds was currently in the driver’s seat of his body.

He re-adjusted himself, stifling the powerful urges to thrust forward as he slid his long, thick stallionhood backward, bumping along Twilight’s back, over her tailhole… and positioning it against the hot, drooling entrance to her inner-depths.

“Dad!” Twilight squeaked, tensing up as his cockhead dug into her squishy, plump labia for the first time, her head craning upward in barely restrained desire.

“Here I go, baby,” Night Light moaned out his bedroom name for Twilight’s mother without thinking, as his hips once again fired nearly automatically.

There was a moment of stunning resistance — something he hadn’t experienced with Velvet for decades, the matron’s body having become accustomed to Night Light’s size over time.

Unlike her daughter.

The purple lips strained and stretched under the pressing force, trying to unfurl as wide as possible to accept his hoof-thick, bulbous head… his upper-shaft nearly bending at the tremendous pressure building up as he tried to push into her tight marehood.

“Ahn~!” he heard Twilight yelp.

And then he was in.

His fat cockhead popped into Twilight’s body, embedding the first three inches of his stallionhood into her sex.

Into her tight little pussy.

He was fucking his daughter.

It was like a velvet glove gripping all around him. Her tight, twisting vaginal walls molded themself around the knobby head of his throbbing cock, sucking in with vise-like intensity as they swirled with little convulsions around him.

“Mmmf!” Twilight grunted, biting her lip to avoid a scream. “B-big!”

“Buck, Sweetie… you’re really tight!” Night Light hissed through clenched teeth, trying not to lose himself in the pulsating pleasure of his filly’s gripping pussy.

The two of them stood there for a few moments, with only the sounds of their breathing accompanied by subtle drips and squelches filling the void, both huffing and puffing as they recovered from the initial penetration.

Night Light’s mind was a complete mess — flooded with adrenaline and excitement from the sensations and sexual stimulation… but also snapping back to the fact that he was inside his daughter, his little girl, experiencing her physically in a way that no father ever should.

What kind of father knew how his daughter’s pussy walls felt!?

Schlick!

“Ahn~!” Twilight’s sexual moans were far too exciting for his liking — this one came with a heavy clench, a milking grasp that culminated in a squirt of Twilight’s juices that streamed down the underside of his stallionhood in a hot rivulet of arousal.

“D-did you just…?” Night Light asked, unsure whether he wanted to hear that his daughter had just orgasmed on his penis.

“N-no, it was just a wink.” Twilight stammered awkwardly, “I… I’m getting used to how large you are… I think you can move. If you’re ready, that is.”

Night Light clenched his abdomen, making his cock stiffen inside her. The Goddesses knew he wanted to push deeper into her, every instinct in him screaming to bury himself in that delectable, intoxicating tightness. 

But it was so awkward—with the state his mind was in, he felt guilty even with how much his hooves were touching her bottom. He was trying not to rest any weight on her at all, as if he could somehow manage to do this without getting intimate, physical… despite already being inside the most intimate place possible.

“Ah, s-sure, S-sweetie. It’s just a little, uh…” He hesitated again, hovering his hooves over Twilight’s backside.

She glanced over her shoulder briefly then blushed and looked away. “S-sorry again, Dad. I know… ahn~!... I know you wouldn’t want to do this with me. Maybe it will help if you pretend I’m mom, just call me Velvet.”

Night Light blinked. It felt like he’d just received a punch to the gut. He could sense the hurt in Twilight, the anxiety, the sorrow. She was so concerned about him during a time like this.

And to offer to have him call out the name of another mare as he rutted her, to replace her in his mind with somepony else? Even if that surrogate was his wife, and even if it was meant to avoid the guilt of this incestuous pairing… that was a coward’s way out.

That was him letting his daughter down.

What kind of a stallion… what kind of a father was he?

No.

No that wasn’t right.

 It was time to buck up and bite the bullet. If he had to do this, if Twilight had to have this happen… if they had to save the world from an omnipotent tyrant… he was going to make it the best possible experience for her.

No more selfish focusing on his own guilt. He could be damned to Tartarus for eternity for this, but he would do it.

For his girl, for Twilight.

“Sweetie, no,” Night Light breathed, finally letting his hover-hoof drop and grasp Twilight’s lower back, tenderly caressing the small of her spine. “I’m doing this with you. My Twilight. My beautiful, brilliant, perfect daughter. I love you, Twily.”

“D-dad? Ah! Oh my gosh!” Twilight’s question died into an exhortation as he began to push into her body… gently and slowly enough that it wouldn’t hurt… but with a determined forcefulness that belied his desire to be in her, his hooves needing to grip into her buttocks for the purchase required to part her.

Inch after inch of his stallionhood slowly ground into her, his shaft stretching her purple-pink lips further and further apart as it thickened toward his middle.

He could see Twilight shivering, her head ducking and twitching with focus and concern as she took more and more of his size inside her.

“That’s my girl. That’s my good girl,” he cooed, rubbing his hooves up her back comfortingly, testing away the little knots and spasms appearing under her folded wings as his girth continued to test her body’s resolve. “Now the ring, Sweetie.”

His medial ring was pushing up against her tight entrance now. The protruding donut of flesh that rested two thirds of the way down his length was a sudden jump in width on most stallions, but on a gifted stallion like Night Light, it could be a daunting feat for even a seasoned mare to accommodate.

“Oof! D-dad!” Twilight’s squeak had more than a hint of worry in it, “...th-that’s, I don’t know if I can…!”

For a moment, Night Light considered just using the twelve inches of stiff, thick stallionflesh he already had plumbed deep into the alicorn’s furnace-like body… considered just starting to pump and thrust using the upper part of his sex. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Twilight, not while doing this.

But he’d made a commitment.

He was going to make this the best possible experience for her. And he knew how to do that.

“Shh… just a bit more Twily, I know you can.”

“It’s… it’s too… too b-BUH-IIIIG GAH!!”

*POP!*

Just as she grunted out, he gave a subtle half-thrust… and his ring popped into her straining, stretched pussylips. Immediately he felt her whole body ripple, like a stone had been thrown into the middle of a pond — flutters of muscular spasms tensing her back and limbs, fanning her wings in an elegant display, as if posing for the statue being chiseled in her honor. Just as they flapped open, a warm purple glow shone from her horn, followed by a shower of silver sparkles that crackled like a firecracker to the bed.

And then she soaked him.

A hot, wet, gush of pungent mare-nectar sloshed down his thick, black cock-base and matted the fur on his legs.

“Ahnnn….! Ahn….” Twilight groaned out two more times, before gasping and catching her breath.

“...”

“Okay, that time wasn’t just a wink.” Twilight’s half-giggle warmed his heart. She wasn’t as anxious now.

Now he could get to work.

Night Light began to pump backwards, slowly dragging his massive member back out of his twitching daughter, popping his fat medial ring out from her steaming interior with another wet squelch that shook her to the core.

And then, just as he could feel his knobby head beginning to stretch her tight lips, threatening to slide out of her body… he reversed direction, plowing back into her with vigor.

In less than a second, he’d rammed all of the removed length… and more. Using the momentum of his thrust, he was able to drive home some of the final few inches of his base, where his thickness began to approach the size of a cantaloupe.

“Oof!” He could hear Twilight’s breath knocked out of her from the sudden thrust. But he had no intention of slowing or stopping — he knew exactly what he had to do.

Buck her.

His slow, rhythmic see-sawing thrusts pushed in and out of her body and were with huge effect… With every grinding thrust, she squirmed underneath him like a worm in a bird’s beak, reactively tensing and melting in varying degrees as she mewled under the onslaught of sensation.

He was playing her like a fine instrument now, noting the similarities and subtle differences in her body’s reactions to Velvet’s… each passing moment giving him more information that he could use to extend her sensory experience just that little bit further.

“Ahn~! Oh… oh buck… Dad…! I’m close again!” Twilight’s grunting warning came between hurried half-breaths, as she tried to keep up with her body’s pleasure spikes. “Are… are you close?”

Oh, you poor little mare.

Night Light stifled a smirk. It had been a long time since he’d been with somepony other than Velvet, who’d long ago become accustomed to Night Light’s sensual skills. In fact, it was probably why she’d married him.

He’d almost forgotten his gallivanting days in university… and how stunned his female co-eds were at his stamina and prowess in the bedroom. Few mares would experience more than a few frenzied thrusts and a wet finish — sometimes in under a minute. That same evolutionary drive that thrummed through every stallion also encouraged him to release his seed as quickly as possible, with little to no regard for a mare’s pleasure.

But Night Light had a very special talent.

As an officer in the Equestrian Guard, he’d been selected for every night mission because it was well known that his blessing had not been the ability to bake cupcakes, or paint pictures, or to tap dance… it had been a complete and total domination of the night.

No pony seemed to thrive during the night like he could — with the exception of Luna herself. Or MidKnight Noir or whatever she was calling herself.

But his domination of the night didn’t just apply on the battlefield.

Night Light had the stamina of multiple stallions, the artful skills of a tantric master, the instincts of a sex-Goddess, and the equipment to back it up.

He’d been legendary among the mares on campus — no sophomore year could be called complete with at least one evening with the fabled Night Light.

Velvet had snagged him, and since then he’d honed his craft for her… a loyal husband that could make her hooves curl. And with the passing of time, his craft had only been honed by her discerning needs and his advancing age… if he was being honest he could likely run circles around the colt that he’d been in those crazy university days.

And he was going to unleash all of that skill, experience, and talent… on his daughter.

“No Twily… you just let it all go… relax, sweetie,” Night cooed, patting her quivering rump.

“Ahn~! Dad, DAD! AHNNNN~!”

“That’s my girl.”

Night Light pet his daughter’s shoulders softly as she quivered and convulsed through her second orgasm of the night, creaming herself on her father’s cock. It had been some time since he’d mounted a pegasus, but he knew that wings could be particularly fragile through this extended state.

But he never stopped slowly, calmly rutting her… riding her right through the orgasmic cascade.

He grimaced at the milking, suckling pulls of his daughter’s vaginal interior — her body desperately trying to coax him to fire inside her, to release his genetic payload deep into her fertile marehood. It was pleasant, amazing even for him… but…

This was about her.

In and out, in and out.

He rode her, varying his pace and depth as he went… slowing as she peaked in her orgasm, quickening as she slowly came off her of her climax… drawing out the spikes of pleasure in his daughter, trying to transform them into a continuous wave of mind-melting sensation.

...

The seconds slid on into minutes, the minutes into a half-hour.

...

He was almost enjoying himself now. Almost forgetting the sinful, incestuous act he was performing, losing himself in the mastery of his craft as he tuned his sexual actions like a concert pianist about to play a brilliant rhapsody.

His hooves slid over and under Twilight’s body, sometimes massaging, sometimes gripping or pinching, groping her teats or stroking her mane… always trying to improve and satisfy Twilight’s needs before she was even aware of them.

“Mmmahn! Mmm-D-duh… dah!” Twilight’s wings shuffled again as she trembled into her seventh orgasm since they’d started, this one making her tail swish through the air, swatting wildly at his chest without intention, just raw, uncontrolled reaction at the surge of neuromuscular energy. “Dahhhhhhhddd….”

Twilight’s speech had become unintelligible nearly ten minutes earlier, after her fourth orgasm. The few times she’d glanced drunkenly over her shoulder at him he’d seen those heart-shaped irises, that lolling tongue, the drool caking the corners of her mouth, he knew that he’d flooded his bookish little girl's usually logically sound mind, unlocking a wanton consciousness she may not even have known she had.

She had long ago lost any pretension of anxiety. At times she thrust back into him, and times she groaned lasciviously… he could tell when she purposely squeezed her marehood, trying to pleasure herself and trick him into flooding her. She’d lost herself to the pleasure.

And he was only getting started.

…

The half-hour became an hour. Two… Three…

...

*PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP*

The sounds of flesh on flesh were his metronome. The beat to which he was composing his symphony of pleasure.

The slapping sound of his hips smacking against his daughter’s had grown louder and louder over the past hour, not because he’d started to callously thrust with vicious, powerful intention… but because the warm, rosy-purple flesh was soaked.

He’d lost count of how many times he’d brought his little filly to screaming orgasm. The last number he remembered was fourteen, and that was nearly an hour ago, when the bed had finally bumped against the far wall, having been shifted slowly by the steady torque of his thrusts to grind across the room as he bucked his daughter’s plot.

Those wet, soaking explosions had drenched his lower body, as well as Twilight’s own plot, making the smacking sounds fill the room, their particular sharp staccato echoing with resonance off the castle’s crystal walls.

The only other sounds were of squelching, sopping suckles… Twilight’s plump pussy having entirely given up any semblance of primness, now stretching and lip-gripping with each pump, splattering and emitting obscene sounds as he rutted it into submission.

And of course, the sound of Twilight’s depraved, lusty nickers.

She’d gone through a few surprising transitions as he melted her mind… at one point even starting to recite the digits of pi while her tongue draped itself out of her lips, her eyes crossed and rolling wildly… he could barely make out the digits as she drooled over herself… it was like he’d rebooted her brain into some bizarre subroutine by overloading it with wash after wash of unending orgasmic neurochemistry.

Soon after that, she’d reached her current state. Devolved to it. She was making sounds that you might expect from a cave-pony, or even further back some feral-animal horse on the ancient Equestrian plains. Knickers, snorts, and whinnies.

He’d fucked his little girl back into the primitive part of her brain.

And he was getting close.

He knew he would have to end it, end it soon.

He’d already drawn this out far further than he ever had before, than he should have. Foolishly, he’d even wondered if he could just do this forever.

If he could maintain this nirvana state of sexual excess forever, they would never have to deal with the horrifying, guilt-ridden, life-altering aftermath.

She was already drenched. Her sweat had soaked through her main and tail, even through her coat… it made the purple strands of hair hang in crumpled almost-black strands that lay matted to her body. She’d even started to work up a bit of froth on her hindquarters, a tell-tale sign of heat exhaustion and a real emergency.

Her wings had become haphazard, twitching limbs a while back too. She looked more like a wounded duck trying to fly after being clipped with an arrow than a majestic alicorn princess.

No… he had to bring this to its conclusion.

Hay, he wasn’t even sure if he could keep going. He’d already broken through every limit. He wasn’t sure if it was the scenario, or perhaps some effect of the magical spell that Twilight had cast on him at the outset… but he was beyond desire, beyond willpower, beyond instinct.

He was getting almost raw with the stiffness of his erection, the sheer thrum of pleasure with each squelching thrust.

Now it wasn’t just about her anymore. His daughter.

It was about him, too.

“T-twily!” he grunted, shifting forward, slamming his forehooves down on either side of her drooling face, currently mashing itself into the covers of the bed.

He braced himself, his hooves sinking into the bed as he prepared to hammer… To satisfy the final needs of his own sordid, biological desires.

He drew back, dredging his thick, throbbing-black cock out of his daughter’s steaming depths, his hips now directly over top of her plot… and then he let his weight fall.

“AHN~!” Twilight’s muffled moan shrieked into the bedtop as he drove deeper into her than ever before, pounding down with the force of gravity to push the final inches of his girthy stallionbase into her twisting, spasming depths.

She was still so tight, so shallow. Yet she had already taken more of him than even Velvet ever had. The disgusting truth lingered in the back of his mind: his daughter might actually be the best sexual partner he’d ever had.

But all those thoughts were cordoned off right now, segregated to a tiny part of his brain… chained to a chair and muzzled, forced to watch as the far more powerful instincts of the virile, powerful breeding-stud ran rampant through his cortex.

He wasn’t having sex with his daughter… he was breeding his mare.

Night Light’s hips slammed down again, harder, driving another inch of his hoof-thick cock-trunk into Twilight’s stretched-open marelips. He felt the tip of his throbbing cockhead mashing against something deep, deep inside Twilight. Knocking at the forbidden final gate to the core of her femininity… her womb.

Again and again, he pulled back and let himself fall into her, furiously. So much of his thickness embedding in her that he pulled her hips up with him on each backstroke before the slickness of her quivering pussylips finally let him slide out of her.

He was really fucking her now. No clever tricks of rhythm or massaging hooves, no artful touches to keep her suspended in a state of consistent orgasm.

This was raw, meat on meat, fucking.

“Graaah!” A growling whinny boiled out of him, emanating from his gut—a furious, feral cry of frustration at not being able to fully rut his mare. That’s when he viciously slammed downward, driving with all the force in his hips.

“D-D-daaaAAAAAH-d!” Twilight’s neck craned upward for a moment to let her mouth scream out for her father as he hilted her.

Night Light felt that final barrier that he’d been knocking against falter, releasing its tight squeezing closure for an instant… and letting his fat cockhead pummel its way into his daughter’s womb.

The final inch of tremendous, veiny stallion-base slammed into his little filly. His heavy, swollen black balls swung forward, slapping up against her permanently-protruded clitoris as his groin met hers for the first time.

She’d taken it like a champ, his little girl. His full, whole stallionhood.

Completely buried, right to the hilt, in her body. Only a few earth-pony fillies had ever managed that: not even Twilight’s mother could take all of Night Light. That same filly who’d snuggled up to him for bedtime stories, that he’d played tea-party and dress-up with… she was able to accept every inch of his stallionhood, like a professional PornStable star!

But she didn’t last long.

Night Light saw the sparking purple glow up close, could smell the acrid gunpowder-sparks of the magical discharge, as his daughter’s eyes rolled wildly in another orgasm. This time she started to shake, tired muscles that had been exhausted with convulsive ripples for hours finally giving way, as she succumbed to having to support her father’s weight as well, her rear-hooves slipping out as she landed onto the edge of the bed, limp underneath him.

She was finished—utterly and completely rutted.

But he wasn’t.

He couldn’t stop now. Wouldn’t stop.

He knew what his job was.

Night Light dug in with his rear hooves, creating new hoof marks in the crystal floor to join the score of other scuff marks already there from the rest of the night's activity. He felt a snarl of angry determination form on his face, as he shifted his forehooves from either side of Twilight’s head to her shoulders, pinning her so that she wouldn’t shift again.

And then he started to pound.

*PLAP PLAP PLAP*

Furious, deep strokes.

*PLAP PLAP PLAP*

The entire length of his rigid, climactically-edged cock going all the way out… then all the way in… 

*PLAP PLAP PLAP*

Dredging out squirt after squirt on each outstroke…

*PLAP PLAP PLAP*

Thudding a cock-shaped bulge out of Twilight’s belly on each in stroke…

*PLAP PLAP PLAP*

“GRRAAAHHH!” Night Light felt the tell-tale, final clicks inside him, the long-awaited, dreaded orgasm that would bring this fantasy crashing to an end… that would return him to the nightmare of what they’d done.

*WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!*

He thrust with almost violent intensity, as if taking out his rage and sorrow on the very act itself—determined that if he had to damn himself and ruin his daughter, he would do it with every joule of energy he could summon.

The slaps of flesh on flesh were viciously loud, both his groin and Twilight’s flanks turning rosy red with impact after impact.

*WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!*

“D-duh-Dadddeeeeee!” Twilight screamed out, throwing her head back so hard that it sent her soaked mane flying in a half tangled arc, sending a shower of her sweat splashing up to the ceiling.

She was cumming. Hard.

He felt her pussy clamp around him, as if she’d somehow sensed that he was close… or perhaps it was out of sheer desperation to finally coax the seed out of her stud, to end this prison of pleasure-torture before she was lost to its madness.

Her milking, suckling cunt-walls pulled at him with swirling, terrifying strength. Her cervix slammed shut, trapping his head inside…

And that’s when he flared.

“T-twILY!!!!” he roared out, looking down at her heart-shaped, wild eyes for a moment… before instinctively bending down and biting her neck.

His balls tensed, shooting up to his groin and mashing against his daughter’s bright-pink lovebud as they sent a rocketing pulse down his huge shaft, like a bulge racing down a cartoon firehose.

He felt his head blossom inside of her, flaring out into a knobby saucer plate, embedding itself deep into Twilight’s secretive uterine walls a mere heartbeat before he flooded her.

The wave of virile, frothing, blasting stallion seed was almost as potent as the wave of orgasmic relief that washed over Night Light, his own horn glowing a bright blue and firing off wanton sparks that bounced off the crystal walls.

Gushing, boiling cum splattered out of him, his first ejaculation lasting seconds… only to be followed by the next pulse, just as long, but thicker.

“Ahhhnnn…. Ahnnn…… ahn~!” Twilight mewled out with each consecutive spurt as he filled her insides with his incestuous seed. He wanted to reply, but all he could do was shut his eyes tightly, clenching into her neck with his teeth as the autonomic processes emptied the massive store of genetic material he’d built up over the long, passionate evening.

A sixth shot. A seventh.

Twilight’s groans continued as her belly began to bulge, not just from the huge, heavy flare of her father’s penis protruding through her… but from the sheer volume of semen being stuffed into her.

Her clenching cervix and his wide, knobby flare had combined to make a perfect plug, increasing the pressure in her womb as Night Light’s ejaculations drove more and more virile, extremely motive, steaming foal-batter into her.

A tenth. An eleventh.

She looked like Pinkie Pie after a cupcake-eating contest. Her belly pudging outwards like a small balloon.

A final, definitive twelfth splatter, just eking out of Night Light, who finally gasped a breath of air, releasing his daughter’s neck and leaving a bright-red hickey in his wake.

…

She looked like she was already a few months with foal.

…

Oh, Goddesses… with foal. That’s how she’ll look when she’s carrying my… our foal. Goddesses, what have I done?

Night Light moaned, unable to do much else as the wave of guilt finally crashed down, obliterating everything else in his mind. The moment he’d orgasmed, all those instinctive impulses had died away, clipped by the flood of ejaculatory release… leaving only his conscience in its wake.

The hours of sexual rutting.

The depraved, carnal knowledge of his little girl’s most intimate tics… of the feel of parts of her that he should never have even imagined.

The feral fucking he’d finished her off with…

And worst of all the fact that by the end he’d liked it. That he’d wanted to cum in her, to stain her… to break her… to breed her.

His daughter!

If he had the energy, he would have felt nauseous.

Instead, he only felt the swift curtain of black, exhausted sleep approaching him, even though his stallionhood was still stuck deep inside his filly, their bodies sandwiched in an unspeakable mess of sweat-stained fur, unspeakable fluids, and panting, aching muscles.

The only comfort as he slipped into unconsciousness a murmur from his daughter that just reached his soon-to-be unresponsive ears:

“W-wow Dad, th-that was amazing. I-I love you….”




> Managerial discussions
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Flam!”

Sunlander blasted the ornate wooden doors to the CEO’s office open. She let her burning mane and tail singe the oak as the doors rebounded off their stopper-limits. She hoped that her entrance had interrupted something important—she wanted to remind this arrogant stallion just who she was.

Her eyes raced across the beautiful corporate office, glowing red and emitting a pair of little laser dots as they did, menacingly confirming to anypony that they were indeed targets should her gaze fall upon them.

“Holy shit!”

This first squeak immediately drew her ire, and she turned to look at the fool who’d dared to utter it, only to see to her disappointment that it was not Flam, but his secretarial assistant, Svengallop.

She ignored him, pathetic insect that he was, and confidently trotted forward, seeing the pale-yellow coat of Flam behind his expensive glass desktop. She let her hooves ignite flash-fires on the mink rug as she went, not bothering to quell the surging heat-energy thrumming from her core. She wanted Flam to be scared.

To her dismay, he wasn’t.

The aging, silver-maned, business-suit-wearing pony looked up at her lazily, more bored than anything else, cold and uncaring at her dramatic overtures.

“Hello Sunlander, we were just talking about you.”

She flicked a wing, sending one of the chairs in front of the desk spiraling out of the way to slam against a wall, cracking into the drywall. She swung her free hoof down with a mighty slam, hard enough to make the tempered glass of the desktop burst into a spiderweb of cracks, without actually shattering it.

“Would you mind toning down the fire? If the sprinklers go off it will just create a mess of this paperwork.” Flam’s bored ask came as he sank back in his chair, looking out of his window as if Sunlander weren’t even there.

He was so calm, so collected, so devoid of life that she didn’t know how to react. Her fire naturally dimmed.

“Don’t fuck with me, Flam.” She snarled, tapping the desk and trying to build herself back up, “I just came from the tower, from fucking Quadra. Who the fuck thought they had any right to even think about who would be a member of my superteam, let alone actually putting some hornless feather-peasant on it without even telling me!?”

Sunlander’s screams got louder and louder as she went, until the walls were starting to shake with her fury.

Still bored, impassionate, and uncaring, Flam shrugged and gestured over at Svengallop. “I believe Svengallop here is the current coordinator of the Friendship Four department.”

Besides having wet himself, the stallion seemed to be slink-crawling toward the door, trying to quietly make his escape from what was likely the most dangerous situation he’d ever been in.

“This fucking little bitch?” Sunlander whirled, snagging the hapless pony in her telekinetic grasp instantly, making sure to hold him by his rear hooves so that he hung upside-down. “Please tell me this pathetic pony is a mare, I can’t tell with these pants.”

Celestia tugged downward, ripping off the suit-bottoms and exposing Svengallop’s pathetically small organs, shriveled in fear and absolute terror.

“Holy FUCKING Goddesses, you’re kidding me. A fucking stallion made a call that overrode me? I know you keep going on with this diversity bullshit but this is just ridiculous. HA! HAHAHA!” She maniacally laughed, her eyes twisted in a paroxysm of rage.

Flam just shrugged again. “I’m a stallion.”

“Don’t you fucking start.” Sunlander turned back to Svengallop, “And who do you think you are? Hmm, Mr. Big Strong Stud? Did you think that because you’ve managed to crawl on top of some ditzy fillies from the corporate secretary pool that you actually had some kind of right to think?”

“N-no, I—”

“SHUT YOUR DAMN MUZZLE, SLUG” Celestia screamed, letting a wash of her energy sizzle over the terrified pony. “You bucking stallions, all these millennia… I let you all get away with so much even though you contribute so little. Scurrying around chasing your bits and fucking around while real mares put their lives on the line!”

“P-please.”

“No. NO,” Celestia growled. “It’s bullshit. You want to be somepony? You want to play with the big girls at the top of the corporate ladder? You should mare up! You know what? I’ll do you a favor, stud. Let me help you channel your inner mare.”

Sunlander’s energy condensed in front of Svengallop, forming a razor-sharp buzzing field of thaumic energy in the shape of a pair of golden garden shears. She swung the implement up, carefully placing it so that it encompassed all of Svengallop’s stallionhood and testicles. As the glowing buzz of energy touched his tan genitalia, it immediately nicked him and a crimson line of running blood began to form.

“Ah, if you don’t mind. Could you do that in the executive washroom?” Flam asked, bored, still looking out the window. “The tiles there will clean up so much nicer than the rug you’re about to make a mess of.”

Celestia looked with fury at the bored executive. Why wouldn’t he react!? Anger, fear… anything… something!

“Fine,” she growled, letting the golden shears vanish in a flash of golden energy. “No problem.”

Svengallop gasped, the first breath he’d taken since being snagged. Urine was running down his upside-down body now, trickling to the rug below.

“Oh, you’re not getting off that easy, little stud.” Celestia snarled, hearing the gasp.

Her eyes flashed an incandescent, bright white, bathing the hapless stallion’s lower body in a swathe of crackling light. She counted to three in her head, then snapped off all of her magic, letting him fall to a heap on the ground.

“W-what… what was that?” he squeaked, getting up shakily.

“Radiation sterility treatment.” Celestia grinned, nodding with her chin at the door. “I fried your sausage and eggs so that you won’t be able to spread your weak, retarded genes amongst my ponies ever again. If you get ball-cancer… even better.”

“F-fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” Svengallop clapped a hoof to his body, shakily making his way out of the partially destroyed office as quickly as he could.

“Subtle as always,” Flam sighed, shaking his head and glancing around at his destroyed office space.

Celestia was furious. Inside she boiled. She hated that he never flinched in front of her. Not even once revealing himself to be an actual fucking pony. No emotions, just like some kind of soulless automaton.

Flam glanced back at the paperwork on his desk, reaching down to begin signing and marking up some of the documents there. “I assume you wanted something?” he asked, without even looking up at her.

Why isn’t he afraid? Why?

“Flam, you know… I just don’t think this company is treating me very well.” Sunlander plopped down in one of the conference area’s armchairs, trying to affect the same calm and collected tone that was so effective at getting under her fur. “Sure, the compensation is great, and I appreciate the steady supply of Compound F… but not consulting me on a change to the members of my team? That makes me feel like I’m not a partner in this.”

“You’re not. You’re an employee.” Flam replied, without even a hint of emotion. “Even I report to the shareholders.”

Bullshit. I’m sure you own most of the stock.

“I’m not just another employee Flam.”

Flam put on a sickly sweet, fake smile and mumbled with boredom. “Of course, everypony here at Flamco appreciates everything y—”

“No.” Celestia cut him off, shaking a hoof at him. “I am Flamco. You show a picture of me to some illiterate Saddle-Arabian piece of camel-dung in the desert and they’ll nod and smile and say ‘Sunlander, Princess of the World’...”

“Of course.” Flam shrugged, looking back down at his work.

Fucking asshole.

“Well. That fact aside. My contract is coming up for renewal this year. I’ve heard some good offers from other organizations. Jackpot Inc. out in Las Pegasus has been burning up the phone lines with Raven.”

“Mm-hmm?”

“What if were to say… move on? How do you think your shareholders will react to that?”

Flam looked up at her, staring at her now. Not saying a single thing.

Almost a minute passed.

Finally, Flam spoke. “Tell me, Sunlander. Do you know much about my brother, Flim?” He gestured over at one wall, which sported a nearly life-size portrait of the non-mustachioed twin-brother of the CEO… though he was sporting a barbershop-quartet-styled jacket and bowtie, complete with a straw hat.

Celestia scoffed. “Oh, sure… maybe… I’ve only read his autobiography maybe… nine times.” She’d done so out of respect for the visionary pony, who’d managed over the course of only a few months to invent a potion that the wisest wizards still couldn’t understand, establish a company that now had more market value than all other organizations combined, and fundamentally change the world.

“Oh, not that self-serving crap that we peddle to the shareholders. The real story.”

“Go ahead, enlighten me.”

“Well, for starters, Flim actually wasn’t around after inventing Compound F. He  fell into the vat of thaumato-dissolving acids when we were preparing it all those many years ago. I still remember his screams as his essence was absorbed into the very liquid.” Flam stared at the wall, as if he could still hear those screams.

“Imagine my surprise when the concoction turned out to empower ponies, mares specifically, with power levels beyond their wildest imaginations… bringing them to new heights of untouchable strength, speed, and magic… along with some rather interesting superheroine quirks.”

“You made a good buck off him, didn’t you?” Celestia nodded at the painting on the wall, hoping her dagger of an insult would land. “Your brother’s essence has created billions of dollars of value for your company.”

“Actually, I made about $1500 off of Flim. One stallion does not actually convert to that much energy. But that $1500 was just enough to get the funds to get an audience with Lord Tirek, and for me to steal the secret of mana-draining and adapt it to gathering stallion essence without killing off the subjects.”

“Ah.”

“Fast forward a few years, and with a steady flow of stallions into Flamco’s private prison system, and the legally-sanctioned virility draining walls… well, we now have a steady flow of Compound F that is worth, as you said… billions.”

“Well, as fascinating as this informative and slightly condescending lecture is… I fail to see the point, Flam.”

Flam walked up and crossed his arms, staring down at Celestia. “The point is, that you are under the misconception that we are a super-heroine company. We are not. We are a pharmaceutical company.”

Sunlander blinked, trying to understand where this was going.

“And you are not our most valuable asset. That would be our confidential formula for Compound F… and Compound M.”

Sunlander grimaced, unsure how to respond.

“That’s right… the analogue to Compound F… which you, arrogant mare-child that you are, leaked into the wild.”

A bead of sweat popped out on Celestia’s forehead. He knows.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Flam blinked, still calm and composed, but the fury in his eyes starting to almost shine forth. “Well, let me remind you then. You stole Compound M from our labs, and slipped it to disgruntled stallions and terrorists around the world to make villians for you and your friends to fight against and get the love of your adoring public… but maybe at the expense of the whole company.”

Sunlander’s mane flamed back into fire and she launched herself to her hooves, trotting across the floor in two bounds and glaring down Flam with furious, righteous fervor.

“I don’t think I like your tone, sir.”

“And I don’t like that the Royal-Drug-Administration will soon know about compound M.” Flam rolled his eyes and turned away, “For the record, you’re not even our most valuable superheroine, you know.”

Unforgivable.

Celestia’s eyes turned a bright red, powering up their incineration ray capability. “Oh really? You don’t think I could take down MidKnight? Or Mystic Magician?”

“Not them, either.”

Sunlander moved with purpose, just under the speed of light as she snapped forward and directly into the personal space of Flam the mere ambient heat from the glow of her eyes singing his facial hair.

“Tell me again why I don’t just melt you into a puddle of slop.”

Flam, completely unperturbed, simply allowed himself to blink lazily.

“Well, first because you’re too cowardly to actually do it. To actually become the villain you really are.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “You poor, foolish stallion. I’ve been alive for millennia. I’ve been God-Princess and Demon-Princess to countless civilizations that have fallen into the dustbin of history, leaving only me and my sister behind. I’m not afraid of donning the mantle of devil once more.”

Flam’s impassive face faltered, ever so slightly.

Fucking FINALLY.

But it almost immediately returned to its placid, uncaring, relaxed state.

“Second, I don’t actually care if you kill me. I’ve had everything that I could want in this world… and the only thing it cost me was the one thing that I really needed.” He glanced over at his brother’s portrait.

Annoying. But she’d murdered apathetic ponies before. Her eyes powered up, screeching now with white-hot, incinerating energy.

She was committed now, she’d burn this pony and then burn the world down. Starting over as she had many a time before. Nothing could stop her.

“Last, because I have the ability to give you. Eternal, immortal God-Princess, the one thing that you have always wanted in this world.”

Celestia stopped.
> Go out with a bang [light CLOP]
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“BUCKING RETIRED? I’M BUCKING RETIRED?” Cadance screeched to herself as she stepped out of the elevator. 

The soon-to-be ex-superheroine was wearing gigantic aviator sunglasses, along with her poofiest fur-coat, all while levitating a Marebucks coffee (pumpkin-spice with a shot of vodka). She knew how to make an entrance.

But she was talking to herself—there was nopony with her: Sunburst had submitted his two weeks’ notice before promptly being told to fuck off to whimper beneath the hooves of Starlight like the red-headed little bitch he was… and Shining Armor, Celestia-bless that lovable airhead, had been left behind in the Crystal Empire while she made this trek down to Manehattan to raise holy hell.

So, her screeching fury was really just for her own benefit.

Still, she wanted to make as big a scene as possible. If she was having a bad day, she wanted everypony in the corporate office, right down to the secretaries, to have a worse day.

“BECAUSE I DON’T REMEMBER WANTING to… to… retire?” Cadance’s words began to lose their fury as she glanced around at the lobby area to Flam’s office.

Papers were scattered everywhere. Some of the windows were cracked. Furniture was turned over. Little spot fires smoldered and flickered, not quite large enough to set off the building’s fire alarms.

And the big, oaken doors were shattered open. Barely hanging off of their hinges.

Did… did that weird pyro-stallion super-terrorist manage to break into Flamco’s top executive floors? I thought Sunlander vaporized him in the Friendship Tower Lobby?

She set her coffee down on the ruined lobby counter as she carefully removed her jacket and began to power up her magic.

“H-hello?” she asked, somewhat timidly. It had been a long time since she’d actually confronted a dangerous villain, not to mention handling such an encounter alone. Twilight and Aunt Celestia had been snagging collars for so long now she only ever left her castle for press-related marketing matters.

“Mmhmm. In here.” Flam’s voice wafted out through the ruined doorway.

She moved forward with trepidation, slowly walking through and into Flam’s office. She could see he was sitting at his desk, looking to one side, his head tilted back in a somewhat relaxed, comfortable posture—something she’d never seen the stern, stoic executive display.

Something about his strange half-grin pissed her off… and she remembered just why she had stormed the tower.

Her hackles rose and her wings started to flare as she tried to bring back some of that lovely rage that had been bubbling in her when she’d been riding the elevator up earlier.

“Just the bucking pony I wanted to see! Even though your bucking team tried to tell me that you were unavailable. Not surprising, since you just retired me without even asking!” She started trotting, her horn charging up as she did. “Just where do you get the balls to retire me? Don’t you know how well I’m polling in the blue-collar, unemployed, 47.5-47.9 year old demographic?”

Flam didn’t look at her, still just staring off into space with that dreamy, goofy look on his face.

“Second place. That’s where!” Cadance slammed herself down into the only undestroyed chair in front of Flam’s desk. “Think of what you’re missing out on in terms of potential sales, marketing… I drive TONS of Flamco merch during Hearts and Hooves day!”

Why has this turned into me trying to convince him to keep me? I came here to tear him a new tailhole!

Still Flam said nothing, only emitting a soft moan as he stared out his window.

“You don’t need to retire me! Just make it the Friendship Six if you really want to add some charity-case diversity-hire.” Cadance could feel a cold shiver rolling down her back now. “I’ve still got tons of collars left in me, and the kids will come back to me in droves as they get older and start having families! I’m the only one on the team with a family!”

Flam closed his eyes and blew out softly, as if enjoying a cigarette.

“Please. Please. Flam… I need this. I need to be on the team. It’s the only good thing that’s happened in my whole life… being famous.” She felt tears starting to appear in her eyes as she though about the dreary life of running the Crystal Empire with her fool of a husband. “I-I… I just can’t be a… normal!”

Flam grunted, shaking his head slightly as if savoring something. He whispered out of his lips, “Mm… that’s the stuff.”

“What!?” Cadance blinked, shaking her head and trying to clear the tears that had started to form there. “What did you just say? Are you… are you getting off on this? What kind of sick freak are you that you get off on my misery?”

Her wings unfurled to their full, rigid extension. The angry fury was back, the desire to burn the whole bucking world down to the ground because she wouldn’t get her way.

“You think just because you’re the CEO of Flamco you’re untouchable, huh?” Cadance snarled, her eyes flashing red. “Well I’ve got news for you, you bucking shithead… I don’t know if you realize how tight I am with my Aunt Celestia. But if you don’t keep me, then I think you can expect a visit from her.”

“A-ah!” Flam’s eyes shot open and he let out a little grunt, his neck extending slightly as he quivered.

“That’s right.” Cadance grinned, happy to see a change in his dumb, grinning face. “We’ll have to see how bucking easy it is to retire me when it means it’ll cost you Sunlander.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhnnnn….” Flam suddenly let out a long groan, sinking back into his chair like he was melting.

At the same time, Cadance suddenly saw motion from beneath Flam’s desk, just out of sight where she had been unable to see: the caped, pink and blue suit lycra clinging to the majestic white-coat of an alicorn as she rose up off of her knees and back to standing height.

Princess Celestia. Sunlander.

And she was wiping white-stained drool from her muzzle as she adjusted herself casually.

Cadance jerked up quickly to standing on her hooves, able to catch a glance over the desk as she did so to see Flam’s softening orange-stallionhood, still twitching in Sunlander’s left forehoof.

Sunlander was giving a blowie to Flam? Just what the buck was going on here?

“Ahh… please excuse me, Princess Cadance.” Flam grunted, sorting himself out and quickly returning to the stoic repose that made him so famously frustrating to deal with. “It was difficult to ask you to wait outside my office while Sunlander and I… finished up.”

Celestia swallowed something, something rather voluminous, the bulge noticeable as it went down her throat.

“Ah. Hello Cadance, we were just talking about you,” Celestia smiled.

“Wh-what… what the buck is going ON!?” Cadance stammered in disbelief. 

She knew, deep down, that Celestia was sexually active. But it was always a whispered rumour, hidden in the background-talk of gossipping speculation… of a disappeared court noble, or a supposed spotting of her leaving her handlers and staff behind to go out late at night.

It was just too unthinkable to ever think that Sunlander, the most powerful pony in the entire world by far, would ever deign to let another pony be with her physically… It was just too hard to imagine the sheer, overwhelming domination of the solar princess ever be reduced by something so trivial as carnal desire.

Sure, Cadance’d had her own Celestia fantasies, just like any healthy mare. The Princess was such a natural, alpha-like paternal figure… it was common to imagine the caped Goddess stepping over top of you and taking you like your deepest, darkest feminine fantasies wanted her to… even if she didn’t sport the right equipment.

And yet, Cadance also knew the reality. The chilling sociopathy. The cruel, vapid narcissism. It made the real object much less of an erotic fantasy and more of a terror-filled nightmare.

…

Yet here she was, having just sucked off a stallion. Subjecting herself to the degradation of servicing a weak stallion. And not only that, but Flam. The one pony in the entire world that she would never stoop to appear weaker than, that she detested precisely because he held some reign of authority over her.

But she didn’t seem upset, it didn’t look like Flam had forced himself upon her… if that stereotypical corporate-me-too moment was even possible when the injured party held near omnipotent power.

No, she seemed happy.

“Oh, nothing really.” Celestia licked her lips, sighing, “Just expressing my gratitude to Flam here for everything he’s done for me.”

Cadance blinked, looking away from Flam, who was still ‘adjusting himself’, focusing instead on the much more real threat that was the radiant super-solar-heroine now slowly advancing upon her.

“W-what did he do?”

Flam looked up and quickly answered. “I confirmed to her, that you, Princess Cadance, are actually Flamco’s most valuable asset.” Flam stood up and shook his hips, finally getting his flopping, ridiculous stallionhood to behave and begin to retract into his sheathe. “Not Sunlander, not any of the other superheroines… not Compound F or Compound M… the most valuable single discovery FlamCo has achieved in its entire history has been… you.”

Cadance crunched her nose, frowning in confusion. “I don’t understand… if that were true, why are you retiring me?”

“Tell me Cadance, do you know how long I’ve been alive?” Celestia hummed casually, suddenly cutting in.

“O-over a thousand y-years?”

“Pfft.” Celestia rolled her eyes back. “That revisionist figure? Seriously? You haven’t figured out how old I am? I don’t know why I’m surprised, you never were one to research as hard as Twilight.”

“How old are you?”

“I don’t know,” Celestia sighed. “Ten-thousand? A hundred million? It all becomes a bit of a blur if I’m honest. But I was the first Pony to ever set hoof on this planet. Luna was the second, of course.”

Cadance blinked, unsure what to say.

“And I’ve seen it all, Cadance.” Celestia sighed shaking her head. “I’ve done it all, too. I’ve built civilizations up from nothing… watched them annihilate themselves back to the Stone Age… then build back up only to repeat it once again.”

Celestia was coming close to her now, lifting a hoof as if ready to put it on her back. Cadance shrunk back, trying not to seem scared, but utterly failing—Celestia could snap her like a twig at any moment.She’d seen it happen to others.

“I’ve worn all the hats too: Princess, President… I’ve even tried my hoof at being the villain—Luna’s ‘Nightmare Moon’ is really a pansy compared to my ‘Daybreaker’, let me tell you.” She looked down at herself, at the costume she was wearing. “This little iteration has been quite amusing, I must say. Compound F is a novelty that even I’ve never seen before, and donning the veil of these powers has been… perspective-changing.”

“Ah?” Cadance wasn’t even sure if she was really hearing Celestia’s words… her eyes never leaving the forehoof that could instantly obliterate her skull… or the horn that could vaporise her in a heartbeat.

“See, Cadance, over the countless millennia, the rise and fall of civilizations, there’s one thing beside Compound F that I’ve never, ever seen before.” Celestia lifted that dread-hoof up, gingerly placing it on Cadance’s back. The weight felt like a million pounds. “You.”

“A-another alicorn?” Cadance asked.

Celestia laughed. “Oh no, no no no. I’ve had plenty of those. I can shit those out twice a day if I wanted to. Luna and I discovered a long time ago that making pseudo, mortal alicorns was a simple matter of portioning off a little bit of our power and sending some pony off on some ridiculous quest. Bing bang boom, horns and wings, new alicorn.” She laughed again. “I don’t even remember what we dreamed up for you… no Cadance, there have been thousands of ‘alicorns’.”

“Th-then… why me?”

Celestia’s eyes zeroed in, focusing on her with a deadly seriousness.

“Your marehood.”

“M-my…?”

“You are the only pony in recorded history, ever… to give birth to an Alicorn. A real alicorn foal, an immortal like Luna and I.” Celestia confirmed her smile beaming wider and wider. “Do you know what that means, Cadance?”

“N-no?”

“You. You can bear my successor. Can help me tick off that box that has eluded me all these years… motherhood.”

Cadance stumbled back, but was kept in place by the hoof holding her neck. 

“I don’t understand.”

“Let me explain—your super-talent, love... jacked up on my alicorning you, and FlamCo’s Compound F… has managed to overcome the barrier that has made alicorns sterile for all of eternity… and you popped out a little miracle.” Sunlander’s teeth shone as she bared her slightly menacing grin. “And now I want a little miracle of my own.”

“W-wait, you’re going to drain my power?”

“No. Your power is quite uniquely your own.” Flam spoke up, “At first, our research and development team wondered if it might have something to do with the males of the Sparkle family, but after extensive testing of Shining Armor’s coital abilities with our lab staff, we’ve confirmed that it is just you.”

“Sh-Shining?” Cadance tried to grapple with the fact that Flamco had been surreptitiously using her husband in infidelity-inducing lab experiments… sure, she herself slept with more ponies than a communal teddy bear at an orphanage, but Shining was supposed to have been hers! 

And now, maybe also Flurry Heart.

“Twilight Sparkle, unfortunately, reached a similar theory; our surveillance shows she is going to try, unsuccessfully, to create her own alicorns,” Flam continued.

“Is that so?” Celestia growled. “Well, I’ll need to make a visit to my little protégée to discuss her ‘experiments’. After I’ve started baking my first bun, that is.” Those glowing, rapacious eyes slid back over Cadance’s body, their focal point making her shiver.

“I-I don’t understand. If I’m the one who can get pregnant… and you want a foal of your own… then… how?”

Celestia grinned, then stood up on her hind two legs.

“I’ve always known the ‘male-endowment’ spell.” She smiled as her horn began to glow with golden energy. “That one’s been around since Clover the Clever decided she wanted to continue her line without the pain of foal-birth. But it was only Compound M that gave me the sperm-motility to actually impregnate another pony.”

The glow began to spread down to her groin, slipping between her bountiful, lycra-clad teats.

“Flam here just confirmed that the uh… tests I’ve been doing out in the wild have led to confirmed pregnancies.” Celestia smiled sweetly at the CEO, who was now leaning back in his chair with a neutral expression. “So I know I’m not firing blanks. And trust me, my little niece… my package is quite the cannon.”

Cadance’s eyes shook as she watched a growing sausage begin to swell the lycra-suit of the superheroine, stretching up… up… up! All the way to her ribcage, a full twenty-inches… before it began to fatten and plump beneath the material. The huge lumpy ridge rose higher and higher, making the skin-tight costume cling to it, showing off its massive, fat flare.

“Ah!” Celestia grunted, as a pair of huge, black balls slipped out of the crotch of the suit, a thin thong-string of the super-suit straining as it pressed into the pair of orbs that looked like they belonged on a minotaur.

Cadance took a wavering step back as she looked at the monstrous horse-cock just hidden beneath Celestia’s paper-thin suit. She’d never seen anything like this, had never even imagined anything like this.

This wasn’t a stallionhood. It was a Goddesshood. A Mare-wrecker.

“Mmf!” The thong-thin strip finally parted, letting the weighty black testicles dangle low between the Princess’s legs. “Fuck, that feels better!”

A spill of wetness erupted from the tip of the bulge, trickling down the whole suit and turning it slightly transparent, letting Cadance see a dim, foggy picture of the black cockflesh throbbing for her.

The stench of the pre-cum assaulted her nostrils almost immediately. Potent, intoxicating… fertile. It made her feel like she was drunk… giddy… horny.

“I see the Compound M is still working its magic.” Celestia grinned, stepping closer to Cadance.

Cadance blinked, trying to clear her vision. She could feel herself drooling. Could feel her sex plumping, her body tingling, reacting.

“Why don’t we give little Flam here a show. I wasn’t able to really demonstrate proper technique with his pitiful little twig.” Celestia was looking down at Cadance now, holding her sweating head in her forehooves. “Why don’t you show him how what a real deepthroat looks like?”

Th-that thing? Deepthroat? Impossible!

Celestia pulled Cadance up against her belly, mashing her muzzle into the dripping wet bulge of her hot, steaming horsecock.

“Ahnnnnnn~” Cadance groaned, the taste and smell of the magic-infused pre-ejaculate more than enough to switch off whatever was left in her mind of resistance. She opened her mouth wider, letting her tongue rub against the soaked-through fabric of Celestia’s suit.

“Now, now, what am I thinking. This is what I used on all those simple dirt-ponies. This isn’t befitting of an alicorn, the Princess of Love. Heartthrob herself.” Celestia grinned, looking down at her groaning, half-stupid niece as her eyes rolled. “Let me give you something more appropriate.”

With a surge of her horn, the golden glow thrummed through the bulge once again. The already monstrously fat and long penis surged, gaining girth and length that ripped open the suit.

The huge elephant trunk of black flesh slapped down onto Cadance’s face, as if somepony had decided to rest a thick iron pipe on the Princess of Love’s snout.

“Now, my little pony. Suck.” Sunlander grinned, as her eyes glowed white.

*BAM*

The door to the office, already hanging wildly by its hinges, shattered off and fell down, kicked open once again.

“Well ‘ello ‘ello ‘ello, just wot do we have ‘ere?” A thick Trottingham accent filled the room. “A wee bit ‘o fun before you play ‘ide the banana?”

All eyes looked over to the intruder, a charcoal grey earth-pony sporting a thick leather jacket and a purple bowtie, her dark mane messy and wild, a treble cleft adorning her flank.

“And who the fuck are you?” Sunlander grunted, bored.

“Me? I’m the lass what comes to end your little party.” The mare opened her duster, revealing a vest with over twenty sticks of bale-fire explosives strapped around her. “Name’s Octavia, but you can call me the baker.”

“Mrs. Octavia, we discussed this. Flamco will make sure you and your partner are well compensated for—” Flam began.

“I’d shut it roight there, gaffer. Afore you make something in the room pop prematurely, an’ I don’t mean Sunlander’s Tallywacker.” Octavia showed the detonator in her hoof. “Sunlander ‘ere fucked moi wife, knocked her up, against her wishes… using that shite compound you brewed up. Video’s all over Equestria. And you think I want bits?”

Sunlander rolled her eyes.

“Excuse me, Baker? Octavia? Whatever your name is.” Sunlander shook her head slowly. “I’m sorry, I really don’t remember you, or your wife. I’m surprised I would have even bothered mounting a mud-pony to be honest—”

“She’s a unicorn. A DJ in manehattan,” Octavia snarled. “And you. You fucked her stupid, cranked one off in her and ruined her so all she can think about is her big beloved Sunlander’s prick. You fucked our lives up.”

“Ah, I see. Well, that’s actually very uninteresting. And I’m kind of in the middle of something.” Celestia motioned down at the situation unfolding between her legs. “So if you could kindly fuck off and go raise my kid, I’ll refrain from killing you.”

Octavia sighed, shrugging her shoulders and looking at the ceiling bemusedly. “Thought you might say that. So… fuck it.”

She pressed the detonator button.

END. 

THE GIRLS SEASON 1