“No way,” Twilight breathed.

It’d been a joke, really—a half-hearted attempt that she hadn’t really thought would work. All the same, as she’d been bending her neck forward, her eyes focused on the thick, throbbing shaft squishing against her naked breasts, she hadn’t been able to quash the tiny bit of hope that maybe, just maybe, it’d actually work.

And then her lips had locked around her flare, and she'd actually moaned aloud. It’d felt like another mare’s lips, almost, soft and warm and plump and closing around her tip. She'd gone down a full two inches before realizing what she'd done. As she'd pulled her muzzle back up, her cock had been twitching like an adolescent colt’s.

Panting, Twilight stared down at the meaty stallionhood still pulsing between her thighs. Her lips had left a trail of glistening saliva across her flare, a rope of milky-white precum still running from her cockslit to her muzzle. She licked her lips clean. The taste was absolutely delicious.

That was the last straw. Finding she could hold out now longer, Twilight found herself leaning forward again. This time, though, she did so with a purpose—and a single, devoted mind to finishing.

Her lips locked around her tip once more. Instead of disbelievingly pushing forward, though, Twilight kept going, swallowing as much of her cock as she could. It filled out her cheeks, the wide curve of her flare filling out her cheeks. Before long, she could feel her shaft scraping against the back of her throat. To steady herself, she gripped both hands around the base of her shaft and squeezed. Her monstrous cock throbbed mightily in return, bulging the top of her throat around its girth. A steady stream of precum, warm and sticky, began to run directly down her throat and into her stomach. Twilight grunted, one hand moving to massage her belly as the other pumped more and more of her cock down her own throat.

Her mind wandered, as it was wont to do during a session of self-pleasure. All the same, though, Twilight couldn’t help but notice that her fantasies suddenly felt much more...intimate. As though she were involved on both sides—which, in a way, she was.

She imagined being Applejack, sucking down the precum of her own massive member. Twilight moaned softly, squeezing her ample breasts around the sides of her cock. The pillow titflesh folded around her girth, teasing and squeezing it in every way imaginable. She imagined Applejack’s thighs, round and thick and full, squeezing around her meat as another pony went to town on her.

Twilight’s tongue lapped around the side of her shaft, woefully inadequate to cover even a fraction of the enormous surface area her tool presented her. Which other pony, though? She groaned softly, squeezing her tits again as a hot spurt of pre burst in her throat. Rainbow Dash, she thought instantly. She could picture that athletic mare all too easily, her cute little tits bouncing, her head bobbing up and down for all she was worth. It’d be almost like a race, Twilight thought drowsily, each other mare competing to see who could hungrily guzzle down more of Twilight’s thick, oversized, creamy load.

A full eight inches of her shaft had vanished into her muzzle by now, the fat, thick member pulsing steadily with arousal. Twilight, upon finding that she could push no further down, had begun to let her head bob up and down her length. Her cheeks bulged steadily with her own girth and precum, her steady grunts filling the air. Her hips jerked forward before slowly withdrawing; Twilight found her mind totally focused on the slick shaft sliding across her tongue, on the steady throb of arousal dominating her crotch.

Each thrust of her shaft upward pushed it past a pair of tits that were already mostly slick with pre and sweat. Twilight cupped her hands to her chest, grabbing her breasts before giving them a squeeze. She felt her titflesh oozing between her fingers as she wrapped her breasts around her length to massage it gently. It would have been easy enough to lose any regular stallion’s member inside that mountain of cleavage, but Twilight Sparkle was extraordinarily endowed. Her cock just throbbed all the harder for it, a fat, black rod pushing her melon-sized tits even further apart. A hefty glob of pre splattered against the back of her throat and she easily gulped it down, a mere appetizer to the main course.

Twitching lightly with arousal, her fingers drifted downward toward the lower part of her crotch, only to latch around one of her plump, cum-filled testicles. Twilight moaned, another glob of pre bursting in her mouth as she began to massage her grapefruit-sized nuts. Her greedy fingers sank into their plump surfaces, her fuzzy sack churning and sloshing with unspent seed. Her other hand encircled her medial ring, that thick, bulging circle of rock-hard stallion cock, and slid almost lazily around it.

Up and down, she went, going faster and faster. Twilight grunted, her mind zeroing in on the proximity of release. Oh, Celestia, this felt good. It was almost impossible to realize why she'd never tried this before—had this been what she'd been missing out on? Every nerve ending in her shaft seemed to be going off, her pleasure centers lighting up like a firework.

She'd started on her bed, with her back against the headboard. As she went on, though, Twilight found herself slipping down. Inch by inch, her sweaty shoulders slid down the side; soon enough, only her head was still propped up, held up as much by the rigidity of her turgid cock as by the strength of her aching neck muscles. Still, Twilight went on. She more than needed to finish—she was hungry for her cock, starving for it in a way that she could never have possibly described before.

Rivulets of precum streamed forth from her muzzle. Each throb of her cock brought an even heftier pre-load—and a tiny thickening of girth with it. Soon, Twilight’s jaw was actually creaking, a full ten inches of her shaft protruding down her throat as she contorted her body to pump more and more of her mountainous meat past her lips. Her hips jerked wildly, both hands clamped tightly around her overstuffed nuts.

She moaned, a feast of pre bubbling between her cheeks as she kneaded her fat, sloshing balls, the oodles of cum within making preparation for their imminent release. Sweat dripped down the back of her neck, her musk mixing with the scent of exertion, of desire, of need. For a time, the only sound in the room was the inescapably sexual schlick-schlick of Twilight’s massive schlong past her lips, mixing with her groans and grunts as she facefucked herself into oblivion.

Soon enough, she felt it: that tightness, that rumbling, that inevitable, swelling tension. Twilight only redoubled her efforts, working her lips into a tight seal around her girth. Her neck cracked, and her back ached, but she was determined to get to the end. She continued to knead her balls with one hoof, the other tracing up the side of her shaft as she forced her twitching, lurching length further and further down her throat. If she was going to finish, she was determined to do it right.

Her jaw creaked, her swelling flare lodging itself firmly in her gums. The instant she felt the dam break, Twilight squeezed her eyes shut. Following it with her fingers, she could actually feel the bulge of cum travelling up her shaft—up and up and up, pushing past her lips until finally...it exploded.

Fat ropes of jizz erupted against the back of her throat, whole tablespoons of cum filling her mouth with each new throb of her shaft. It didn’t take very long for the rate of Twilight’s orgasm to double, though—and then again. She would have moaned, but her mouth was too full, too stretched around her magnificent shaft to do anything more than hold on tight. Instead, a low, guttural groan of ecstasy sufficed, each new spurt of spunk bringing her pleasure to a new high.

Twilight’s fingers worked clumsily around her ballsack, doing their best to milk every drop of hot cream up her shaft and into her mouth. She had to use her elbows to keep her massive schlong in place, pinning it in place between her bouncing tits as her twitching, flaring cock bucked like a bull in heat. Her whole body tensed and flexed in time with the throbbing of her shaft, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave mixed with an earthquake.

There was a monstrous bulge in her throat, the flare of her shaft twitching like a bronco as it deposited her incredible load directly into her stomach. Twilight groaned again, her thick cream beginning to run from the corners of her mouth, her abused muzzle finding that it just couldn’t gulp the stuff down fast enough. Each thick, gooey spurt of cum felt larger than the last, cupfuls of the stuff running down to fill her rapidly bloating belly. Her oversized orgasm churned in her gut, what felt like more than a gallon of ripe, hot seed stretching her stomach to its breaking point. Twilight grunted, pushing past the euphoria of release long enough to finally jerk her shaft free of her tight-sealed lips.

This time, she well and truly moaned. She slowly slid down until her head was nestled comfortably on her pillow, her chest heaving with exertion. Her oversized shaft lurched and throbbed a few times more, depositing the final remnants of its load across Twilight’s leaving her face, her shoulders, and her heaving breasts drenched and sticky. Every bit of her sheets, above and around her shoulders, was soon darkened with cum, damp sticky puddles spreading across the soft fabric in seconds. Jets of spunk spattered noisily against her coat, matting her fur and leaving ropes of thick, creamy white criss-crossing her chest. Fat gobs of leftover spunk rolled down the sides of her shaft, oozing across her heavy nuts. Her belly, filled to bursting with an incredible amount of her jizz, merely rippled, a fat, bloated balloon stretched and bloated with her oversized load. It stuck out a good five inches above her chest, her belly button just about even with her rock-hard, quivering nipples. Twilight gasped for air, sweat beading on her forehead as she tried to wrestle even an iota of self-control back into her grasp.

“Wow,” she gasped. Her torso shuddered, her cock throbbing one final time before slowly softening against her chest. “Wow.”

That, she thought with no small amount of satisfaction, had been absolutely, totally worth it.