Anon woke with the most irritating headache he had ever experienced. It was like a thousand hangovers focused on the front of his brain. I should've never done a level 5 teleport and a level 10 telepathy spell in such close proximity. He tried to elicit a response from his magic, but it was no use. Well, I suppose that's that. He rose groggily from his bed and stumbled into the kitchen. Anon prepared a significant portion of scrambled eggs and sat down at the table to ingest it. He did so with gusting before standing up and pacing around his living room. Anon wasn't entirely sure what to do. He didn't particularly want to sleep with anyone, especially Fluttershy. That was such a bad idea. After a few minutes of careful reflection, he made up his mind. I'll pair up Fluttershy with a few others and watch. Maybe I'll join in; who knows?

Anon walked slowly over to Fluttershy' cottage, appreciating the leaves falling from the autumn trees as he did so. When he arrived, he gave a few curt knocks on her door. She quickly answered.

"What do you want today, Sir?"

"See, I was thinking... There must be a way to take us to the next level. How would you feel if I got you locked up and found some stallions to use you and treat you roughly?"

"That would be nice. Do you know when you'll do it?"

"I was thinking this afternoon, in the central square with a crowd."

"Sounds like a date! I'll see you there!"

He spent the next few hours running around and recruiting stallions for the event, including Big Mac, Braeburn, Soarin and the rest of the wonderbolts, and many others. The time eventually rolled around, and everyone met in the square. Fluttershy was locked into spreader bars with her tail locked stiffly above her.

"Alright, guys. You can come over now. I have a few rules I'd like to clarify. Do not injure Fluttershy in any way. You are only allowed to finish inside her, no pullouts. And finally, if you're facefucking her, give her a chance to breathe every few minutes. We don't want her passing out. Is everyone ready?"

When several nods were given, Anon gave the go ahead. Big Mac, Braeburn, and Soarin stepped up to her and forced their members into her holes. Big Mac was roughly facefucking Flutters, with Soarin in her sex and Braeburn in her ass. A certain blonde cowpony in the crowd couldn't help but hoof her folds as she watched. The rough thrusting continued for several extremely pleasurable minutes before the three flared and emptied their respective loads into her. As soon as they withdrew, another 3 took their place. The cycle continued for several hours as Fluttershy's belly expanded and her sex overflowed onto the ground below. She was tired, so tired, but she didn't want it to end. Eventually, the entire crows was pleasuring themselves, sometimes coming up the front to cum on the receiver in front of them. The cum was overflowing so much by mid afternoon that Anon authorized cumming outside. As the event drew to a close, 35 of the stallions from the crowd were called up. They were ordered to stroke themselves until they all came on her former. None of them refused and after a few pleasured moans, Fluttershy was washed away in a sea of white. Cum was absolutely everywhere. No yellow could be seen through the thick coat around her. The shrubbery and trees were completely soaked, as well as some of the stallions.

"You guys can leave now. I hope you enjoyed yourselves!"

He unlatched Fluttershy and allowed her to sink to the ground. Her throat hurt, her nethers felt full, and she was generally uncomfortable, but it was all worth it.