Trixie’s eyes bulged. “Trixie’s punishment is what?”

“I’m sorry, Trixie,” Twilight Sparkle said. She double-checked the floating parchment in front of her muzzle and frowned. “But the ‘attempted conquering of the town’ is, according to Ponyville’s charter, punishable by—er, ‘public gangbang’.”

“That’s ridiculous!” Trixie would have reeled if she hadn’t considered herself too good to do so. As it was, she was happy enough to sputter a bit before finally recollecting her thoughts. “What perverted creature could possibly come up with such a thing?”

Twilight glanced aside at one of her friends. The orange one—Applejack?—shrugged and said, “Granny Smith was always an adventurous filly.”

“Okay,” the blue one—Rainbow Blitz, or Darts, or Dash—said. “That, I did not need to know.”

“I’m afraid Ponyville has always had a rather, ah, avant-garde approach to sex, Trixie dear.” Trixie turned to glare at the mare who’d spoken, but Rarity just smirked back. “Surely you noticed the couples in the park during your rather short-lived reign.”

“Trixie doesn’t concern herself with the petty displays of affection of other ponies,” Trixie thundered. Hesitantly, she added, “And...I thought they were just kissing.”

“Oh,” Rarity said dreamily. “They certainly were.”

Trixie growled at her. Whirling back toward Twilight Sparkle, she bared her teeth in the most threatening snarl an herbivore could manage. “This is still unreasonable! Trixie refuses to be...used in that sort of way! It’s unbecoming! Surely there must be some other way!”

“There is,” Twilight said. She double-checked the parchment. “Of course, doing so would remove you from the purview of Ponyville’s legal authority, placing you under the oversight of the crown…” She mumbled to herself for a moment, scanning the paper. “...Which would land you with a fine of two thousand bits and five hundred days of local community service.”

“Two—two thousand?” Trixie sputtered. “T-Trixie doesn’t have that kind of money!” And five hundred days was ridiculous! She was a showmare! She couldn’t spend that kind of time locked down in one place—her wanderlust alone would drive her crazy! Not to mention all of the proceeds her show would lose.

She deliberated on it for a few moments, warring with her ego and her sense of reason. On the outside, she could sense not only Twilight and her friends watching her, but a growing crowd of other ponies—lowlives, some part of her mused, that were hardly worthy of her attention—were beginning to stare at her as well. From the looks on their faces (eager? embarrassed? horny?) all of them knew what was in store for her.

And so, it seemed, did Trixie. “Very well, Sparkle,” she finally said, turning up her muzzle. “Trixie will accept your...unorthodox punishment.”

Twilight brightened. “Oh, excellent!” she said. “That means I get to use that new spell I’ve been meaning to try!”

“What spell?” Trixie asked, somewhat warily. But Twilight’s horn was already flickering with light. The other unicorn grunted, lowered her head, and—

One flash of blinding light later, Trixie found herself blinking away stars and circling ducks. She shook her head, glaring defiantly at Twilight Sparkle once her vision had cleared. It took her a second to recognize what the spell had changed. Once she had, though…

“What are those?” Trixie gasped.

Twilight peered down between her legs. A huge, fat black stallionhood stared back at her. It bobbed gently between her legs, pushing nearly to her chest. As Trixie watched it, caught between horror and fascination, it throbbed, a few tablespoons of milky-white pre drooling from the tip and pooling on the ground.

“Whoa, nelly!” “Woo-hoo!” “Aw, yeah!” Trixie caught the exclamations of Twilight’s friends with something of a numb feeling in the back of her skull. Each of them, she noted with increasing horror, had grown a stallionhood to match Twilight’s: long, girthy, and attended by a hefty pair of testicles. The pink one giggled loudly and twirled in a circle; it was impossible for Trixie to miss the way her massive, plump nuts smacked against her thighs, their cantaloupe-sized depths obviously filled to bursting with seed.

Trixie’s nose wrinkled, her eyes widening. “S-sex magic?” she said. “Trixie did not—I did not even think such a thing was possible!”

“Why not?” Twilight asked innocently. Her enormous shaft—it honestly had to be the size and width of Trixie’s foreleg; she’d never seen a stallion so huge—swayed tauntingly below her belly. Trixie struggled to tear her eyes away from Twilight’s pulsing flare and back into the gaze of the mare herself. “After all, you’ve already used things like age regression magic. Which,” she added thoughtfully, “I believe a certain few couples in town might actually be interested in learning.”

“But that was with the aid of the Alicorn Amulet!” Trixie protested. “This is your own work! This is…”

“What?” Twilight Sparkle raised an eyebrow. “Impossible?”

“P-perverted!” Trixie felt her cheeks burning, and quickly averted her gaze. All the same, she couldn’t help but catch the look on Twilight’s face: surprised and slightly embarrassed, but very clearly satisfied.

“I’m sorry, dear.” Rarity stepped forward, the pure white of her coat contrasting heavily with the jet-black of the enormous shaft stiffening between her legs. Her mammoth of meat looked to be even larger than Twilight’s, jutting out a few inches past her chest, and equipped with a pair of balls that were visible even from the front, hanging down nearly to her ankles. Trixie gulped and stepped back involuntarily. Turning to Twilight, Rarity smirked and said, “It looks like our dear guest has never seen such...impressive stallionhoods before.”

“T-Trixie absolutely has!” Trixie protested. “Stallions that were—much larger!”

“Really?” Rainbow Dash gave her huge cock a slap; it smacked against the inside of her foreleg, swaying like a pendulum. “If they were any bigger than this, they’d probably have a hard time walking.”

Trixie’s cheeks flushed even redder as the surrounding crowd laughed. “Enough of this—this foolishness!” she bit out. “Trixie is ready for her punishment, and will wait no longer!”

“Eager, ain’t ya?” Applejack teased. Her throbbing erection bobbed between her legs, far more desperate to fuck something than its owner’s gentle teasing would imply. It looked like rumors of the Apple family’s...virility may have had something to them after all.

Trixie fumed silently. She was not eager! She simply wanted this...literal perversion of justice to be over and done with! Moreover, she reflected, her nostrils flaring unwittingly, she was more than ready to finish this up before the scent of those enormous stallionhoods had finished permeating her every thought. Even at a distance of several feet away, their combined masculinity was nearly overwhelming: a rich, spicy smell that filled her lungs and sent her libido—and marehood—twitching with need.

She was not some kind of cheap whore, Trixie told herself, who was going to be won over by the sight of a comically oversized cock. She was the Great and Powerful Trixie! She was the best! She’d made mistakes, yes, and was determined to redeem herself of them—but no matter how impressive she found these ridiculous marecocks, she refused to approach her punishment as some kind of panting, cock-hungry hussy! She opened her mouth, ready to shoot back with the most vitriolic, angry diatribe she could possibly muster—

—and found her mouth suddenly stuffed with cock.

Unwittingly, she found herself moaning internally. She ran her tongue lightly over the tip, the warm, salty taste of Twilight’s pre coating her tastebuds. A beat later, she realized what she was doing and spat it out. How completely unfair for Twilight to do that before she was ready!

Trixie’s chest heaved, her heart beating fast. For a moment, she took in the leers and voyeuristic stares of the crowd around her. Oh, Celestia—for a moment, the entire town had seen her take Twilight’s cock...and like it.

No! She hadn’t liked it! There was no way!

“I’ll thank you, Sparkle,” Trixie growled, “to kindly ask before shoving your oversized trunk where it doesn’t belong.”

Trixie looked up—and up, and up—to see Twilight Sparkle looming above her. The other unicorn had balanced on her hind legs (no easy feat with a cock the size of her legs hanging heavily below her) and pressed her hooves against Trixie’s shoulders for balance. Trixie paled, that huge, curved flare staring her right in the face. It shuddered, then let a good tablespoon of pre-cum burst over her muzzle with a blorp of pressure. Another twitch sent it pushing along Trixie’s cheek, leaving a smear of even more pre in its wake.

“Come on, Trixie,” Twilight said. She sounded almost whiny. All the same, there was a faint smirk on her face, as though she’d recognized the soft moans from Trixie’s mouth the first time. “I don’t know about my friends, but my balls are really full. So I’m going to need you to do your job to help me empty them.” She poked harder against Trixie’s lips, her fat shaft hot and heavy against Trixie’s muzzle. “So open back up, okay?”

Trixie begrudgingly let her lips part by an inch. That seemed to be all the space that Twilight needed, though. Instantly, almost reflexively, her hips bucked forward, her monstrous shaft surging to fill the now-open space. Trixie’s eyes widened as Twilight’s mammoth member shoved its way past her lips once more, the other unicorn’s hooves keeping her head steady as the flare eased its way across her gums.

“Ooh.” Twilight groaned. Her flare twitched happily in Trixie’s mouth, splattering another gob of pre against the back of her throat. Trixie was dumbfounded. She’d barely taken a quarter of the other mare’s cock, and it was already pushing far back enough to do that? And the sheer amount of pre that Twilight was drooling into her mouth—down her throat—was mindboggling. Just how virile was this mare?

Twilight gave the back of Trixie’s neck a little squeeze. “I thought you said you were used to stallions bigger than this,” she teased, flicking Trixie’s ear lightly. “But your muzzle is...mmff, awfully tight.”

Her hips pumped forward by an inch, and Trixie gave a muffled grunt. Her cheeks bulged around the wide flare of Twilight’s massive cock. But even that was nothing compared to the tightness she felt as Twilight pushed her shaft even further past her lips, her pre-slick girth easily sliding over Trixie’s tongue and prodding against the back of her throat. Trixie nearly choked—mainly in surprise—when she felt that massive marecock rudely pushing her tonsils to the back of her throat.

She wanted—no, needed to resist. She’d agreed to a blowjob, not some kind of impossible penetration! Did Sparkle want to suffocate her? All the same, Trixie found herself nearly powerless to resist the oncoming force of Twilight’s enormous member; try as she might, she may as well have attempted to hold back a glacier. And the musk—oh, it was incredible. Intoxicating, even. She’d never smelt anything so purely male, mixing with the taste of Twilight’s salty precum and filling her stomach and lungs with the other mare’s overpowering sexuality. Trixie felt her thighs flexing, the space between her back legs beginning to grow hot with a swelling, mounting need.

Unwittingly, Trixie’s head had begun to bob up and down Twilight’s shaft. The massive member throbbed each time the showmare’s lips brushed against its medial ring—which should have been impossible; how was she taking this much?—and the resulting spurt of pre only intensified her efforts.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Twilight’s friends, watching her with eager gazes. “Looks like she’s well and truly stuffed,” Applejack teased, stroking her musky cock. She was clearly waiting for her own turn with Trixie, waiting to have a chance at her own stuffing.

“Think she can take any more?” Rainbow Dash said. She jerked her hips forward crudely, her dick slapping against the bottom of her chest. “Heck, maybe I should take her from the other end.” Trixie could see her balls—all of their balls, really—swelling larger and fuller as they anticipated unloading into a naughty showmare in need of punishment.

Plopped down onto her haunches, Fluttershy quietly petted her own gurgling sack. “Please, everypony,” she said timidly. “We should really wait for Twilight to finish.”

Trixie shuddered to think of it...only to find that even that was a mistake. Twilight’s moans grew even louder.

“Goodness, how adorable,” Rarity cooed. “She’s shivering with delight.” Her own fat cock flared, a glob of pre splattering onto the ground beneath her.

Twilight grunted again. “For a punishment,” she agreed, chuckling, “you seem awfully eager about this.” She curled a hoof around Trixie’s ear and used the other to pull her face forward, toward her hot, musky crotch. “And you’re actually—nggh—fairly good at this. Maybe I should let you get a better taste—and remind you of who’s supposed to be getting off here, anyway.”

Trixie soon found Twilight’s medial ring pushing past her lips, the other mare’s cock shoving its way further down her throat. As Trixie continued, swallowing even more of Twilight, an involuntary moan rumbled in her throat. Her lips kept sliding up and down Twilight’s shaft, a wet schlick-schlick filling her ears alongside the steady smack of Twilight’s balls against her thighs. This close, she could actually hear them sloshing—no, churning with cum. They had to each be a good foot across, and she found herself almost scared of just how much seed had to be contained within. Her own feminine scent mixed with Twilight’s far more masculine one, an echo of needy lust that Trixie soon found herself struggling to ignore.

With a mighty grunt, Twilight heaved her hips forward. Her shaft bulged in Trixie’s mouth—and before Trixie knew it, a tsunami of cum was erupting in her mouth. She tried to pull away (she didn’t mind being covered in jizz, so long as it wasn’t rocketing down her esophagus) but Twilight’s hooves seemed to hold an iron grip on her neck, locking her head firmly in place. Each jerk of Twilight’s hips pumped an extra few inches of thick, meaty marecock down Trixie’s throat until the showmare’s lips were all but kissing Twilight’s crotch, each of Twilight’s thrusts sending her massive nuts slapping heavily against Trixie’s chin.

Trixie gurgled—whether in panic, or a perverse sense of satisfaction, she didn’t know—around Twilight’s cock, letting it stuff her muzzle fuller than she’d ever felt. Each contraction of the massive member made her entire body throb along with it. Waves of jism, each larger and thicker than the last, washed down her throat, Twilight Sparkle’s load depositing itself directly into her stomach. Soon enough, Trixie was actually beginning to feel somewhat full—but Twilight wasn’t quite done yet.

Her throat clenched and contracted around Twilight’s rock-hard shaft, each spasm of that almighty stallionhood sending shudders of pleasure through Trixie’s entire body. Had she been able to, Trixie would have tried to grit her teeth and ignore it. Yet with her jaw stretched to its limit by Twilight’s impossible girth, she found herself powerless to do anything but gulp down pint after pint of the other mare’s thick, virile load. She was overwhelmed, dominated completely by Twilight’s orgasm. The other mare’s tight grasp informed her in no uncertain terms that she’d ceased to be Trixie, the Great and Powerful. She was a mere cumbucket, a dumpster for each massive splurt of seed from Twilight’s cum-laden orbs. She was here, that mighty stallionhood told her, for Twilight’s satisfaction—and from the increasingly loud, lewd moans of pleasure that the other mare was giving, it was clear she was doing her job.

Her neck bulged obscenely around that massive shaft, each pump of hot spunk into her gut showing clearly through the tightly stretched skin. Finally, Twilight fired one last shot of jizz down Trixie’s throat and grunted. Her hips heaved back, leaving a steady dribble of cum splashed over her tongue and gums. A final lurch of her stallionhood left Trixie’s muzzle and cheeks criss-crossed with ropes of creamy spunk.

Trixie felt her chest heaving, her mind spinning as she struggled to recover. She sputtered, hacking up a wad of cum as she struggled to breathe.

“Oh, wow.” Twilight groaned, giving Trixie’s neck a final squeeze as she walked her hind legs backwards. She dropped to all fours. She left her softening stallionhood draped over Trixie’s muzzle, sighing blissfully as she soaked in the afterglow. Trixie was nearly starved for air with her muzzle pressed into the musky warmth of Twilight’s already refilling balls. All the same, she waited meekly for Twilight to move—lest her own motions reawaken the beast. “That felt way too good.”

Once Twilight had pulled her hips all the way back, Trixie swallowed her mouthful of cum and wiped her muzzle. A few ropes of white clung to her hoof, smearing across her leg. “I’m glad,” she spat. “Now, Trixie is free to go, yes?”

Twilight took a moment to recover from the happy shivers of her afterglow. Once that was done, she raised an eyebrow in Trixie’s direction, looking confused. “Um… No, actually. The word gangbang is part of the punishment. You’re not done”—she gestured with a hoof to the five mares behind her—“until you finish servicing all of the mares behind me.”

Trixie groaned. “Five more rounds of that?” she said. “Trixie is not sure if she can take it.” She held a hoof to her belly and grit her teeth. It hung a bit heavy below her, sloshing with what felt like nearly a half-gallon of cum. Just how much spunk had that Sparkle mare pumped into her?

Twilight appeared not to hear her. “Now, girls,” she said, turning around to face the others. “Who’s next?”

“Guess I might as well go, Twi.”

Trixie grunted, then stiffened when she felt Twilight’s hoof sliding across her neck. “I’m not entirely done yet,” Twilight murmured, shooting her a red-faced grin, “so I’ll be taking the back while the rest of my friends work the front. That okay?”

“As if Trixie’s answer would change her punishment,” Trixie sniffed. She felt the heat between her legs redouble, a soft trickle of liquid slicking down her thigh. A drop of sweat beaded on her forward. Was it okay? Of course it was not okay—save, perhaps, to her mounting libido, which was all but salivating at the prospect of feeling that monumental stallionhood grinding against her warm, puffy marehood.

She managed a soft, hesitant, “...Though Trixie is not opposed,” and shortly fell silent. Within moments another stallionhood was prodding at her lips. This one was slightly shorter than Twilight’s, but quite a bit girthier. Whereas Twilight’s cock had splurted precum, this one simply drooled it, leaving a wet trail below it’s owner’s legs. And for some reason, it had the absolute strangest scent: apples.

Applejack chuckled awkwardly. “Figured I might as well give you somethin’ to think about while you’re takin’ care of the rest of the girls,” she said, scratching the back of her neck. She hiked her weight up onto Trixie’s shoulder, the smaller mare’s knees trembling as they struggled to hold up Applejack’s muscular body. “And I don’t mind tellin’ you, this thing is drivin’ me mighty crazy. So, if you wouldn’t mind…”

It only took another moment’s hesitation for Trixie to obediently let Applejack’s cock slip past her lips. As her lips began to work up and down the first third of the country mare’s shaft, Twilight took up a position behind her. Trixie’s eyes widened when she felt something giving her flank a squeeze, though she was spitted too thoroughly on Applejack’s rigid shaft to turn her head and see.

“Mm. Nice and soft,” Trixie heard Twilight say. “I thought you said you were poor, Trixie. It certainly doesn’t feel like you’ve been skipping any meals.”

Applejack’s next thrust ended with her member pulling its entire length nearly out of Trixie’s mouth. She took full advantage, spitting it out and gasping, “Trixie was poor! Trixie could barely afford to feed herself sufficiently! Trixie is used to a much more—mmff.”

“Sorry t’interrupt you there, sugarcube,” Applejack said apologetically. Trixie grunted around the twitching slab of cockflesh that the other mare had so rudely shoved back into her muzzle. “But this thing’s gonna start buckin’ like crazy if I don’t finish off soon.”

“A much more what?” Twilight asked thoughtfully. Trixie moaned around Applejack’s shaft, her marehood throbbing as she felt Twilight give her plump flank another squeeze. “A much more extravagant lifestyle, maybe? Decadent?” She gave Trixie’s ass a quick smack, the showmare’s eyes bulging as her ample flank rippled and bounced. “Because I can tell that these hips certainly haven’t missed a meal in years.”

Trixie was an impoverished stage performer! This was slander! So what if she’d used her more...physical advantages (not to mention certain aspects of her show) to entertain a stallion here or there? It got her the bits to keep herself fed, didn’t it? What kind of town was this, to question a needy mare’s livelihood?

Applejack shivered. Her shaft quivered and lurched in Trixie’s mouth, each new pump of the country mare’s hips driving her length deeper into Trixie’s throat. “Mercy me,” she groaned, “but you’ve gotta be the best blow I ever had.”

“They’re very nice hips,” Twilight said, still stuck onto her own train of thought. She kneaded and squished Trixie’s asscheeks in her hoof, letting the showmare’s doughy flanks ooze past her grasp. “Nice and soft. Ooh.”

Trixie stiffened. Was that Twilight’s...muzzle she felt, nuzzling against her rump? Not a second later, she felt Applejack’s hips give a powerful buck. Locked into place by the country mare’s iron-strong grip, she was forced to gulp down each massive spurt of Applejack’s oncoming load. Trixie greedily swallowed what remained of Applejack’s length, inch by inch,  the other mare’s incredible girth stretching her jaw even wider as a steady stream of jizz pumped down her throat.

There was just so much of it—not quite as much as Twilight had produced, but still more than enough for Trixie to have a difficult time of gulping it all down. By the time Applejack had begun to pull her softening shaft out from Trixie’s lips, the showmare’s muzzle was already dripping with cum, Applejack’s creamy load streaming down her chin as more and more and more jizz was pumped down her tight, spasming throat.

Trixie moaned, long and low, as Applejack’s flare slipped past her lips. Evidently not entirely sure what to say, Applejack just nodded, gave Trixie a pat on the head, and slipped around her side and out of sight.

Trixie didn’t know quite how to feel. Her belly sloshed beneath her, now full of two ponies’ enormous loads instead of just one. Now she really felt full, her gut sticking out visibly beneath her undercarriage. To her dawning horror, she realized that she actually liked it: this sense of fullness, of satisfaction, of pride, even, at a job well-done. She’d pleasured two mares now and—no; there was no way she could have liked it. What kind of mare would enjoy something like that? Being forced to pleasure two stallions—mares, she corrected herself, and mares with huge, delicious cocks and satisfying, creamy loads—was the kind of thing that some other kind of showmare entirely might like. That wasn’t, she insisted to herself, Trixie’s ideas of a good time.

Unconsciously, Trixie licked a glob of spunk off her cheek and swallowed it. Maybe it was a little, she admitted to herself. She instantly shoved the thought back down.

Her defiance, though, was laid low a moment later. The sudden weight between Trixie’s flanks sent her spine stiffening; as Twilight Sparkle’s long, meaty shaft began to slide between Trixie’s plump asscheeks, the mare herself moaned throatily. She stopped herself seconds later, her cheeks a bright red. She tried to ignore the sense of her own growing arousal, of the knowing looks of the onlooking ponies. Between her thighs, her marehood’s puffy lips twinged with a swelling need, their heat becoming almost unbearable. She whimpered softly, a stream of clear, sweet-smelling liquid breaking down her thigh.

Damn it, she was not supposed to be enjoying this! All the same, she was helpless to do anything but stifle another moan, this one at the sensual touch of Sparkle’s hooves around her flank. She could feel that girthy, oversized shaft slowly sliding across her rump, its pre-slick surface gliding easily over her sticky fur as Twilight squeezed her ample asscheeks around her length.

“Wow, Trixie,” Twilight said. Trixie didn’t dare look back, but she would’ve bet anything that the blasted mare was grinning. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you were enjoying this.”

“Trixie is—nggh—putting up with it,” Trixie bit out. “I am merely attempting to give the greatest satisfaction in the shortest amount of time in order to—mmff—speed along my punishment.”

She grunted, stifling a gasp of pure need as Twilight slapped her flank again. “Punishment, huh?” Twilight pumped her hips forward, driving her pre-slick shaft up between Trixie’s cheeks. Trixie groaned, melting like putty in Twilight’s hooves as the other mare’s fat stallionhood grinded against her marehood. Twilight’s balls slapped against the backs of her thighs, still as weighty and as full as ever. “Something tells me it’s not punishment if you’re moaning while you do it.”

Trixie grit her teeth. “They are moans of—nngg—pain. Or despair. Not—ooh, yes—pleasure.”

Twilight halted her hotdogging. She gave Trixie’s flank a friendly pat. “What was that last bit?” she asked innocently.

Trixie ignored her. “Bring on the next one,” she grunted.

“Ooh! Me! I’m next! Me!”

Before Trixie could even hope to react, a blur of bright, eye-searing pink blazed through the air in front of her. In the blink of an eye, something long, hard, and very thick jammed itself into her muzzle. Trixie let out a “grrk!” of surprise, only to find her voice muffled as her assailant grabbed her ears and pulled her down until she was deepthroating the entire shaft.

Two quick pumps later—during which the entire cock was rammed in and out of Trixie’s poor muzzle—and the massive stallionhood was erupting inside of Trixie’s throat. The poor showmare barely had time to even register what was happening before the massive member was yanked out again, letting a few more fat ropes of jizz splatter over her dumbfounded expression.

“Wowie! I’m a hair trigger. Thanks, Trix!” The pink blur patted Trixie on the head, gave her a quick kiss—on the lips, too, which were still dripping with cum—and then sped away. Trixie nearly gagged. That cum… She’d never tasted anything so saccharinely sweet.

At the same time… She felt almost disappointed. Two thrusts and that was it? “That’s all?” she said, barely even recognizing what she was saying. “That’s it? You’re done?”

The pink mare—Pinkie Pie, Trixie thought dryly; what a perfectly fitting name—bounced up and down a few times. “Yup!” she said. Her fat, black cock smacked against her belly with each boing! of her legs. “But it was a doozy, wasn’t it?”

Trixie, her thoughts caught in some kind of haze, vacantly rubbed her stomach. True, it still bulged larger than she would’ve liked—two and a half oversized loads was still greater in volume than most dinners she’d had in the past. The size of it wasn’t the only impressive part—there was a noticeable jiggle to it now, as well. Full of warm, creamy cum, it felt more like a water balloon than anything else now. But if fullness was satisfaction, she felt almost...cheated. She shouldn’t have wanted more. It was wrong of her. Trixie didn’t want to be filled to the brim like some cheap whore, or some town slut. She should’ve been thankful that the hyperactive floozy had jizzed mostly over her face, where at least it could be washed off later.

Trixie made a face. “Sure,” she grumbled.

“What’s that, Trixie?” Trixie gasped when she felt Twilight’s hoof suddenly brush against her slit. The other mare’s cock was sandwiched firmly between her plump cheeks, her hoof nestled just between the furnace of her oversized shaft and balls. Trixie took a deep breath, her cheeks flushing as Twilight continued to tease her marehood. Before long, her clear, sticky juices were streaming down her legs, her rear end caught in a heat like nothing she’d ever felt before. “Do I hear you asking for more?”

Trixie blushed. “N-no,” she protested. She struggled not to pant as Twilight expertly manipulated her aching libido. She just couldn’t help it. The other mare was just pushing all of the right buttons. “T-Trixie is merely disappointed in the… A-ah. In the half-flanked efforts of—nggh—these p-pathetic Ponyville citizens.”

“Are you, now?” Twilight asked. She gave her hips another jerk, eliciting a moan from Trixie as she felt that fat, heavy stallionhood grinding against her back. “Maybe you need a big, hard stallionhood filling you up from the right end, then.”

Trixie gritted her teeth. “T-Trixie needs nothing of the sort,” she bit out. “Trixie is here to serve out her punishment, and n-no more.”

“C’mon, sugarcube.” Trixie shot Applejack a glare, who grinned helplessly back. “We can all see just how bad you’re shakin’ right now. Why, I’ll bet Twi’s hoof couldn’t be wetter if she’d dipped it into a lake. Ain’t no harm to admit you’re liking this.”

“I-I…” Trixie trailed off, panting slightly. She whined, twisting her back legs to try and get her thighs to rub together. She needed some relief, dammit! But Twilight’s rock-hard member and firm grasp kept her legs definitively apart. Trixie whimpered. “I-I...need it.”

“What’s that, darling?” Rarity purred.

A volcano of anger erupted in Trixie’s chest. She whirled her head to face over her shoulder. “I want you to fuck me! This instant!”

But Twilight Sparkle didn’t immediately acquiesce to her order. To a mare who’d had a full week of always getting her way—even if under the influence of a dangerous magical artifact—this absolute loss of power rocked her to her core. Instead, the other mare just smirked slowly, raising an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, Trixie,” she said lightly. “But this ‘pathetic’ mare isn’t really interested in doing what she’s told at the moment.”

Trixie grunted. She tried to waggle her hips, tried to grind her aching marehood against that massive—that enormous, handsome, gorgeous—member. “Nggh—but I need it!” Her cheeks were inflamed, but the heat between Trixie’s legs had long since sent her barreling past the point of return. “I-I’m so horny. Please, Twilight.”

“What was that last word?” Twilight asked. Trixie visibly shook.

“Please,” she wailed. “I need you to fuck me! I need you to rut me—to make me your mare, to pump my cunt full of cum, whatever in Tartarus you need to hear. I need release, damn it, and I’m not going to get it by just sucking off a bunch of oversized cocks! So please,” she begged, dropping to her front knees and pushing her ass up into the air, all but sobbing with need, “please rut me.”

Twilight and her friends exchanged a look. Then, Twilight finally spoke.

“Why, Trixie,” she said, smiling. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Trixie felt Twilight pull her hips back, her lengthy shaft sliding over the pre-slick surface of her coat. As Twilight lined up her thick, bobbing cock with Trixie’s entrance, the showmare silently egging her on, Rainbow Dash pushed her way through the crowd to stop right in front of Trixie’s face.

“Alright,” Dash said haughtily. She smirked down at Trixie, who was currently trembling in anticipation of being properly rutted. “If everypony else is gonna have their fun, I figure it’s long past my turn to get some action.”

The second she felt Dash’s member prodding against her lips, Trixie opened wide automatically. She moaned around Rainbow’s shaft—which was actually somewhat smaller than the others—but only because she’d just felt the first few inches of Twilight’s penis penetrating her velvety folds. Trixie groaned in satisfaction, her hips twisting as she tried to fill her aching marehood up with as much of that prime meat as she possibly could.

Twilight was absolutely enormous. Every muscle and organ in Trixie’s body seemed to scramble to make room for the monster between Twilight's legs. A cock that big didn’t merely stretch Trixie—she was stretched around it. A mere twitch of Twilight’s legs sent Trixie moaning, every nerve in her marehood screaming with tightness and arousal.

Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash was anything but gentle. By the time Twilight had slid herself into Trixie up to her medial ring—already stretching the needy showmare past almost anything she’d taken before—Rainbow had already slammed her hips forward, shoving the entirety of her throbbing cock past Trixie’s lips. Trixie moaned, gurgling through the sudden flood of precum pouring down her throat.

“You’d better do a good job,” Rainbow said cockily. “Cuz I’m feelin’ pretty full over here.” And without letting poor Trixie even blink, she pulled her hips back and slammed them forward again, jerking Trixie’s head back as she tightened her grip on her neck.

Meanwhile, Twilight was slipping into a regular rhythm. She penetrated even further into Trixie’s cunt, the juices running from Trixie’s needy snatch mixing with the precum dribbling incessantly from Twilight’s massive member. She pumped her hips back and forth, easing herself further inside and letting Trixie’s velvety folds accept her every inch with care. Yes, Trixie wanted to moan, wanted to scream to the heavens above. This was what she’d needed. This was what her body had been demanding, throbbing with a desire that had dug as deep as her bones. Every inch of her had demanded to be filled, and now Twilight was doing that, filling her, entering her in a way more intimate and more fulfilling than she could have ever imagined.

Rainbow Dash, by contrast had seen what she wanted and grabbed it with both hooves. She fucked Trixie’s face like a horny colt, rutting her throat like she’d never cum before in her life. Tears beaded at the corners of Trixie’s eyes, her throat muscles spasming wildly as each new thrust of Rainbow’s massive flare scraped against her pre-slick throat. She could feel her entire body shake with every pound of Rainbow Dash’s hips, even as her rear end melted around the steel-hard fullness of Twilight’s own member.

“Ooh, Trixie.” Twilight bit down on her lip as she bottomed out. Trixie moaned, gurgling another mouthful of Rainbow Dash’s precum as the horny pegasus pulled back for another go. “Y-your marehood is so soft and warm.” Twilight’s grip on Trixie’s flank tightened, her hooves rubbing around her Cutie Marks in tight, firm circles. The plump mass of Trixie’s rump jiggled and squished between Twilight’s hooves, her entire lower body gyrating with each one of Twilight’s thrusts. “And your hips and ass...mmff. You’re the perfect broodmare, Trixie.”

“Wonder if you can get her pregnant like that,” Dash teased. Talking didn’t even seem to distract her from her other work at all; she punctuated every other syllable with another ram of her hips forward. Trixie didn’t even mind—she felt, down to her very core, used...and to her growing shock, she found that she loved it. She loved feeling like this: a toy, a broodmare, a cum dumpster. Everypony could see her like this, and she didn’t even care. If anything, their knowing, lustful gazes just made the entire experience even hotter.

That’s right, she told them silently, watching each staring stallion and mare as Rainbow fucked her face all the harder. Watch me—nggh—get rutted. Wish that you were in my place. Get off to me: to my face, my ass, my—mmff—cum-bloated belly. Wish that you were me, you silly little plebeians. Trixie is no trifle. Trixie is the most sexual creature that anypony could ever even dream of—

With a pair of overlapping grunts, Twilight and Rainbow both bottomed out inside of their respective sides of Trixie. Their cocks flared hugely, bulging in both her throat and pussy, and unleashed an absolute torrent of cum. Trixie just groaned happily, letting the cascade of jizz wash into her from both directions, filling up both her womb and stomach equally. She came with them, her abused marehood spasming, her inner walls clenching as she shook with the force of orgasm. Her juices streamed down her legs, mixing with Twilight’s oozing cum as she found herself stuffed full from both sides. Yes, she wanted to shout, wanted to beg. Fill me up. I need to be full. I want to be full of your cum. I want you to use me—leave me shaking, trapped on my back with a belly so big that I can’t even walk.

By the time they were both done, Trixie could still, technically speaking, walk. Yet her gut had been grossly bloated by the now-five oversized loads she’d downed. She gasped for air as Rainbow pulled her shaft from her lips, sputtering and spitting out wads of cum as what felt like a half-dozen gallons sloshed in her taut belly. She groaned and felt for her stomach, only to find that it had been stretched until it reached just past her legs. A faint smile crossed her face. She felt so...full. So incredibly, utterly satisfied.

And yet...she was still the Great and Powerful Trixie. “Satisfied” itself just wasn’t enough. She didn’t want to be satisfied. She wanted to be fulfilled, pleasured to a realm beyond imagining. And anypony else’s hesitance was only getting in her way.

The yellow mare, Fluttershy, approached Trixie only timidly. A fat member paired with an absolutely enormous set of balls dangled below her belly. “Um,” she said, staring firmly at the ground. “I-I guess you could suck me off, too. If you want to.”

Did she want to? What kind of joke was that? “Get over here,” Trixie snarled. “And stop hogging all that delicious dick to yourself.” Fluttershy let out an “eep!” of fear, but sidled over nonetheless. Trixie licked her lips, unable to keep her eyes off of the throbbing stallionhood bobbing between the other mare’s legs.

“Sounds like you are having fun,” Twilight remarked. She heaved her shaft out of Trixie’s pussy and gave her flank a friendly swat. “It isn’t too much of a punishment if the punish-ee is having too much of a good time.”

Trixie was too busy suckling on Fluttershy’s cock to really have much of an answer. The timid pegasus whimpered, then moaned as her flare let a fat gob of pre burst across Trixie’s throat. Trixie just swallowed it down greedily and resumed bobbing her muzzle up and down the other mare’s shaft. Fluttershy shuddered, her fat balls churning just below Trixie’s chin.

“I’m just saying,” Twilight said thoughtfully. Her flaccid shaft was rapidly stiffening once more, its swelling weight pushing up over Trixie’s pre-smeared flank. “I don’t think the Ponyville charter would really approve if we did it like that. Even if we’re having a good time too, of course.”

Fluttershy cried out, her hips jerking forward. Trixie was more than happy to guzzle down the entirety of her load, shoving her muzzle forward until her lips were kissing Fluttershy’s crotch and the other mare’s shaft was pushed straight down her throat. She didn’t want to miss a single drop, after all.

The size of Fluttershy’s orgasm put all the others before it to shame. She had the biggest, fattest balls after all. Long after Trixie expected her to be spent, she realized she was trying to suck up the ocean through a hose. Everything soon went white as Fluttershy’s orgasm continued; Trixie could swear she heard Fluttershy cooing to her balls, praising them for being such big, productive boys.

“Hm…” Twilight said. Trixie groaned, barely hearing her as she adjusted her position. She had to point her legs out to either side, making more room for her belly to expand. In maybe a dozen seconds, Fluttershy had already put out as much as the other three before her combined. Her gut sloshed with cum, the waterfall never letting up even for a second. “Maybe we just need to make the whole experience a little bit...rawer. A little more painful, I guess. Just so it’s not entirely pleasurable.”

When Fluttershy was finally finished, Trixie’s belly was massive. Once she’d pulled away, her balls slapping against her thighs, Trixie was finally free once more to breath. She licked her lips in satisfaction. “Whazzat?” she mumbled. A beat later, she felt a sharp shock of pain centered around her rump. She squeaked, her whole body going stiff as Twilight Sparkle eased her member into her virgin asshole.

Trixie squealed in a mixture of surprise and discomfort as Twilight’s girth stretched her tight ring wide. Such a gifted stallionhood needed room to fit, after all, even if it had to make that room itself. The warm, slick pre coating Twilight’s shaft allowed her easy, if slow entry into Trixie’s moist passage. Trixie gasped, her inner walls clenching rapidly and making Twilight even harder as a result.

Within seconds, she felt an abrupt pressure prodding against something deep inside her. Tingles of electricity zapped up Trixie’s spine, leaving her panting with shock and pleasure as Twilight’s heavy flare massaged her g-spot through the membrane dividing it from her cunt. It twitched and throbbed inside of her, leaving her whimpering and squirming around it. Another throb sent a small flood of precum bursting inside of her ass, leaving Trixie moaning with the first flickers of this new kind of pleasure.

Twilight adjusted her position a bit, getting herself comfortable. “What’s that?” she asked innocently. “You like that too?” Trixie bit down on her lip, trying to resist the overwhelming feeling of submissiveness threatening to swallow her up. Pinned like this, speared on Twilight’s massive cock, it was near impossible not to feel like she’d been invaded in her most personal, most intimate place—and that she liked it. “Maybe we can go a little deeper, then,” Twilight said, sliding another few inches of her shaft inside. Trixie moaned again, a second orgasm approaching as Twilight’s medial ring bulged her tight ring out hugely.

Penetrated to her deepest parts, it was difficult for Trixie to notice anything beyond the weight and pressure of Twilight’s shaft inside of her. It seemed to throb in time with her heartbeat, her entire body thrumming to the beat of Twilight’s sexual drum. She felt owned in a pure, sensual way. Every twitch of that massive flare sent her moaning again, her lower body spasming and clenching even tighter around a shaft that seemed to only grow harder the more she resisted. Before long, Twilight was almost all the way in, and Trixie was close to seeing stars.

And then she felt a hoof on her shoulder. Blinking through her sexual haze, Trixie looked stupidly up at the mare that was now smirking down at her. Far from the brash, cocky grin that Rainbow Dash had worn, Rarity’s smirk was elegant, precisely curved—but no less haughty.

“Ahem,” Rarity said, clearing her throat. “I do believe you’ve missed one mare, miss Trixie.”

Trixie followed her eyes down to the space between her legs. Then she paled. Filling up most of the space below Rarity’s stomach, stretching all the way from the bottom of her chest to just below her knees, was the absolute most massive dick she’d ever imagined seeing in her life. It was easily twice as wide as her hoof, and jutted out a half a foot past Rarity’s chest. It put all the others to shame without even trying.

“Um.” Trixie licked her lips. She trembled slightly, both with fear and anticipation. She couldn’t even imagine the sheer amount of seed this mare’s balls contained. Somewhat shamefully, she said, “I—I don’t think I can take all of that.”

“Nonsense,” Rarity said. She curled a hoof through Trixie’s mane, petting her softly. Trixie shivered, bowing her head. “I’m sure you’ll do a lovely job.”

When she felt the other mare’s endowment prodding against her lips, Trixie couldn’t keep her eagerness down. Screw being reasonable: the largest cock in the world was right in front of her, and she was wasting time not sucking it. She opened wide and dove onto Rarity’s twitching shaft, swallowing a good eight inches before feeling it bump against the back of her throat.

Rarity giggled. “My,” she murmured, stroking Trixie’s mane. “Eager, aren’t we? I suppose it’s understandable,” she added, “for a specimen like myself.” She laid a hoof on the top of her shaft and gently bumped her hips forward. Another three inches of her mighty cock slid down Trixie’s throat, the slutty mare moaning around it as she let Rarity push her fuckstick until its outline was clearly visible in her neck.

“I think she just can’t help it,” Twilight said from behind. Trixie could feel her shrug, the gentle tug of Twilight’s crotch pulling Trixie’s ass up with it. “Maybe that’s why she had such a chip on her shoulder. She just needed some fun.”

“Fun? Like you’re having?” Rarity began to ease her shaft back, forcing Trixie’s jaw to creak around her massive head before plunging it back in.

“Like we’re having,” Twilight said, chuckling. She gave Trixie’s flank another squeeze, squishing the other mare’s ass around her cock. “I think she just likes cock. Don’t you, Trixie?”

“I doubt she’s ever seen a stallion quite as well-endowed as us,” Rarity giggled. Trixie felt her enormous organ trembling in her mouth, the momentum of Rarity’s thrusts spearing her even deeper on Twilight’s own shaft. “Mm. This spell does feel good, doesn’t it?”

It felt fantastic. Trixie moaned happily around Rarity’s member, her jaw stretched uncomfortably wide around it as she was used from both ends. She couldn’t help it. Most of her body, it felt like, was full of either cock or cum by now, leaving whatever was left to whimper in quiet, pleasured worship of her clear masters.

How could she have ever thought she could rule Ponyville? Dominate it? The very idea was laughable. Trixie grunted, Twilight’s thrusts speeding up as the other mare moaned aloud. She thought she could feel two other weights pressing against her back, one on either side. Through her lustful haze, she could just barely make out Rainbow Dash’s blue fur and Pinkie Pie’s...well, pink. Back and forth she went, nothing more than a cocksock for the two musky mares on her either side. She began to sway, the thrusts of the two mares grinding against her coat sending their hefty balls slapping heavily against her sides.

“Geeze, Twilight. Her fur is so—nggh—soft.”

“It makes my dick feel really good! I want to cum all over her!”

“She does have a certain talent for this...mm...sucking thing.”

And then Twilight’s voice: warm, gentle, but still strangely overbearing. She could feel the other mare’s hoof grappling with her tender flank, the hot, piercing pain of Twilight’s shaft mixing with the pleasure of her own leaking marehood just below it. “Mm… I could rut you all day, Trixie.”

To her trembling surprise, Trixie found that she, too, wanted absolutely nothing more.

With a symphony of grunts, moans, and squeals, all four mares rammed themselves inside and across Trixie. An ocean of cum barreled forth, washing down her throat, filling up her ass, painting her sides, neck, and mane a perfect creamy white. Trixie moaned, her own marehood spasming with heated pleasure. She could feel her belly swelling beneath her, bloating out with more and more steamy jizz by the second. She was getting so close—so full. Each splatter of cum against her insides, each glob of spunk matting her fur, just drove her even deeper into her sex-mad haze until there was hardly anything else her mind could focus on.

And then it was over. The weights on her sides lifted; Twilight heaved her stallionhood free of Trixie’s ass, and with some obvious reluctance, Rarity followed. Freed from the support of the shafts she’d been speared on, Trixie teetered for a moment, moaned, and collapsed back onto her haunches.

She shifted her jaw, wondering why it felt so loose. Her taint throbbed, and she nearly whimpered. Had she been able to look, she had no doubt that both her pussy and ass would be gaping, an unforgettable physical reminder of just how thoroughly Twilight Sparkle had rutted her. And now...now she just felt empty. Trixie almost whined. Instead, she just panted, exhaustion mixing with the afterglow of an all-encompassing, mind-numbing release.

Her belly jutted out far in front of her, a massive, taut sphere larger than a beach ball. It was a good three and a half feet in diameter; had she been on her hooves, she would have bet anything that it’d be dragging along the ground beneath her. She couldn’t even reach her arms around it as it was.

She could feel her liquid meals sloshing and swirling inside of it, her body struggling to digest the gallons of cum she’d been forced to down. Each of the other mare’s loads mixed and churned inside of her, a reminder of just how completely they’d owned her, for however brief a time. Prodding her flank beneath her, she wondered just how much plumper and thicker it’d get once she’d processed this reservoir of jizz. She liked the idea of that.

Trixie licked her lips, a pang of disappointment that there wasn’t any more to be had. She pictured her womb, groaning with seed, and briefly remembered Rainbow Dash’s earlier question. Could she get pregnant with this? She patted her massive belly and groaned, spreading her legs to let it roll over the ground in front of her. She had little doubt she’d find out.

A sound reached her ears: applause. Wide-eyed, Trixie snapped back to reality. The entirety of the crowd that had been watching her was cheering, stomping their hooves on the dirt with a sound that resembled a stampede. Somewhat dumbfounded, Trixie stared out at them as Twilight Sparkle stepped toward her. There was a smile on her face.

“There’s your punishment, Trixie,” she said. “And I think the girls would agree with me when I say that you’ve earned your forgiveness.” A chorus of agreement answered her.

“Wait,” Trixie said. “It’s over?” Twilight nodded. A sudden surge of disbelief welled up in Trixie’s chest. “But—Trixie is a bad pony! Really! She needs to be punished more!”

Twilight’s eyebrow arched up against her forehead. “Oh, really?” she asked skeptically. The ghost of a smirk played at the corner of her muzzle.

Trixie nodded vigorously. Used, exhausted, but completely full and satisfied, she couldn’t have believed in anything more. “Every hour!” she demanded. “Ten times a day.” Then she saw the look on Twilight’s face and quickly backtracked. “Or...once a week, maybe?”

“I’ve never seen such a tough pony to reform!” Twilight chuckled, shooting Trixie a playful wink. “Alright, Trixie. We’ll see what we can do.”