Prince Blueblood awoke the next morning facing an empty bed. He was still hungover enough that he didn’t think much of it; however, once he’d managed to sober up a bit (sometime around twelve o’clock noon), he drowsily decided that Trixie must have gone out to fetch some manner of bras, or panties, or some other piece of lingerie that her slutty body desired.

Doubtless, he thought with a yawn, as a timely butler’s arrival answered the rumbling of his stomach, she’d thought that even her bountiful body should need to be dressed up a bit. Why she felt any need toward modesty at all, he couldn’t quite fathom - she’d made her tendency toward the whorish clear at the first place he’d met her. Why, that’d been part of her charm.

At the same time, he thought, swirling a martini thoughtfully as his personal chef prepared a five-course lunch (a body of his size and strength required a sizeable amount of calories, of course), those little trappings did do her up rather nicely. Especially given that none of that lingerie - for that was what all clothing became when placed around Trixie’s enormously curved figure - really did anything to cover her up at all. He did enjoy a bit of tantalizing tease to his meat.

Idly, he realized that he’d been rubbing his shaft for the past five minutes. A thick, steady stream of pre had dribbled down over his steak sandwich, pooling on the plate and overflowing over the sides. He tutted quietly to himself, caught somewhere between a smirk and a frown. Since his growth, Blueblood had found it a waste of his time to go about clothed in his private quarters, or even the Palace at all; his staff had quickly found ways to acclimate. Even in public, his coverings all looked painted-on; at home, though, he enjoyed letting himself hang loose. Given his libido, especially, there was no point in keeping a pouch over his magnificent cock if it were just going to tear free at the first twitch of arousal - and given Blueblood’s new lusts, such arousals were a dime a dozen.

Still. His lips thinned, and he forgot the pre-soaked steak sandwich for a moment. He’d been fantasizing about Trixie’s magnificent, wobbling ass, and the fact remained that there was no Trixie to properly satisfy him. His fingers squeezed one of the more prominent veins wrapping its way around his shaft, and a soft moan escaped his lips. His cockhead, which pushed up into a flare a good three inches above his head, shuddered and splurted out a hefty glob of milky-white pre. As his emissions drooled down his bulging, chiseled pecs, Blueblood wondered where he might find satisfaction.

He could take care of himself...but the very idea, he thought with a snort, was ludicrous. A royal such as himself, forced to such peasant-like ministrations? Preposterous. He gave his hefty shaft a friendly pat, and smiled when it throbbed in return. He shivered happily as he felt it press between his pecs, and stroked his churning, swelling balls as they hung down low beneath his creaking, over-stuffed chair. Why, if he was left pent-up for any longer, they might start to brush the floor! While the thought certainly held an appeal of its own, it was clear that something had to be done.

A snap of his fingers and a barked order later, and his butler went running to find a pair of nice, well-endowed sluts for him to use. Blueblood’s smirk curved as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes slipping closed as his massive endowment glorped pre and throbbed before him. His lips puckered outward, and he began to slurp idly at the waterfall of warm, bubbling pre as it ran down his shaft. A touch of his fingers sent him shivering with delight, and he swallowed another mouthful. He could feel every one of his muscles flexing, bulging with definition as he sucked himself off as easily as another pony might scratch an itch.

His smile widened. Oh, yes. Trixie or not, it was good to be Prince.

Within a timely twenty minutes, Blueblood’s butler had found a pair of suitable mares. Both were astounded - deservedly so - at Blueblood’s size, if slightly fearful. A fat purse of coin and a smack on their shapely asses, though, sent them squealing and begging for more.

Blueblood was insatiable. For the next three hours, he used them in every way a stallion could use a mare. Their muzzles ran white with cum, even as their sore, abused cunts oozed his thick spunk. Their wombs were crammed so full of semen that if they hadn’t been unicorns, they’d have been pregnant twelve times over. Blueblood grunted, his eyes screwing shut as he rammed his monstrous length ahead, bottoming out inside of his hapless little fucktoy just as she squealed in orgasm.

Torrents of cum burst from his cock, flooding her cunt even more. Blueblood groaned in happiness, that warm buzz of satisfied afterglow filling his thoughts again. It faded ever-more quickly, now, soon to be replaced with a trembling hunger for more...but in those moments, he savored the sensation of satisfaction more than he ever had before. Its lifespan made it sweet, its sheer size kept it pleasurable. And pleasure was, more than ever, just what he needed.

Beneath him, his cute little cocksleeve gurgled and moaned. Her belly was little more than a massive pillow stuffed full with his jizz. It sloshed with every thrust of his cock forward, and he would almost swear that her ass looked a little more plump, her hips a little more wide, since he’d been pumping her full of seed. She looked daze - was dazed, really - caught somewhere in a neverending ecstasy and a total blank of simple, demeaning use. Blueblood groaned as another bubble of cum the size of a watermelon burst inside of his pretty cocksleeve’s belly, forcing her gut ever-outward as more and more jizz sloshed inside of her.

To the side of the bed lay her companion, her own cum-gut large enough to serve as a mattress. The poor little - or perhaps not-so-little, anymore - mare was moaning, her arms and legs clasped around her belly as if in disbelief that it could have grown so large. Blueblood yanked his massive member out of his current toy’s rear with a grunt, savoring her long, drawn-out moan as gallons of his spunk poured out of her. Even so, he could still feel his organ throbbing, his knee-length nutsack churning and sloshing with unemptying volumes of seed.

A loud burp from his side drew his attention to the prone mare on the floor. “What’s that, darling?” Blueblood rumbled, turning to face her. The floor shook slightly beneath his weight - five hundred pounds of beefy, well-hung stallion made for a hefty figure. “Would you like another meal?” He gave his member a warm pat as his little slut moaned on the floor, cum oozing from her lips and onto a puddle on the floor. “Unfortunately, I think I’d like something tighter from you, dear.”

Fortunately, her massive, cum-bloated belly was just large enough that he didn’t even have to kneel down to mount her; instead, her prime rump was at the perfect level for him to just shove his endowment inside. Blueblood eyed her ass with a momentary sense of disappointment - even the condom-shaped Cutie Mark on her rump only served to highlight just how small she was compared to Trixie, and her tits were barely squeezable, just a small pair of cantaloupes perches atop her gurgling gut - but then shrugged. A hole was a hole, he reasoned, lining up his flare with her gaping, puckered ring.

A grunt later, and the little whore’s squeals filled the room. Probably from pleasure, Blueblood’s mind thought through a haze of lust, but he neither cared nor wondered beyond the simple delights that her tight, clenching hole brought to his member. His cock bulged out her stomach enormously, pushing past dozens of gallons of hot, heavy seed as he rammed himself inside of her. Again and again, he bottomed out in her tight ass, forcing his way in, his medial ring stretching her abused ring wider and wider as his exercise-ball-sized nuts slapped loudly against her rippling, wobbling belly.

So occupied with his lusts was Blueblood that he didn’t even notice the slow, ominous trembling of the floor beneath him. Some part of him likely did register it, but put it off to the force of his own bulky physique. Meanwhile, though, puddles of spunk pooled on the floor began to ripple, small waves whipping up as the floor shook, vibrations echoing through the wood as, little by little, their source got closer and closer.

There wasn’t a knock at the door so much as a smash. Without warning, without reservation, the door simply crashed open. It tore its way off of its hinges like butter, and went flying through the air, taking a good chunk of wall with it. Blueblood stopped only half-thrust, his whole body jerking stiff as the door slammed against the opposing glass doors with a force that made each one shatter at once.

His eyes opened wide when he saw that nothing lay beyond the doorway - it seemed that a vast field of deep blue had simply swallowed it up. And yet, as the blue mass moved, a wide-eyed Blueblood began to realize that the hallway hadn’t simply been removed.

It had been filled up completely.

Before he even had a chance to react, the massive body outside of his door hit the floor with an earthshaking thump. A massive face - nearly twice as wide as his own - leered at him through the doorway. A long, silvery mane curled delicately around its cheek, and mischief sparkled in those deep lavender eyes.

“Hello, Blueblood,” Trixie said, her head scraping against the top of the doorframe. She fluttered her eyelashes. “Did you miss me?”

She didn’t wait for a response. Instead, she simply pushed forward - not inside, but through the door. Shoulders wider than the frame itself shoved up against royal-papered plaster, and the walls were found wanting. A pair of massive breasts that had to be approaching five feet in width squished up against the molding, trembled for a second, and then burst through with a tremendous crash of plaster and paper. Blueblood shied back, his thick arms coming up to protect his face as Trixie exploded through the doorway, her massive body finding the poor thing simply too small to admit her on its own.

He gaped at her as she crawled in - crawled! On her hands and knees! And she still came up to nearly his shoulder! - with the dust and debris settling slowly around her. Once inside, Trixie coughed once, then pushed off of the ground - drawing attention to her very thick, very well-defined biceps as she did so - and grunted before drawing herself up to her full height.

Blueblood’s pupils dilated as her shadow fell across his. The top of her head covered the central light, casting his half of the bedroom into near-darkness. The ceiling itself was a good bit taller than the door was - ten and a half feet, approximately - but Trixie was still leaning forward slightly, the back of her head scraping against the top even as she bent forward like some colossal hunchback. Trembling, Blueblood realized that, should she wish to, she could simply stand straight up and punch a hole through the roof with just her horn and forehead.

“Sorry about the door,” Trixie said, sounding not sorry at all. “It was too small for me, so I had to make a new one.” She held up a hand, as if to examine her fingernails. It had the gratuitous side effect of flexing her newly-bulked biceps and triceps, while the inside of her forearm squished up against her bust. While nowhere near as disproportionately sized as they had been before, Trixie’s breasts were still absolutely massive, and likely could have outweighed most any other pony put together. Her nipples were bare, quivering with arousal, each one the size of a smaller mare’s fist. The top of Blueblood’s head reached only the top row of her steel-cut abs, which themselves were mostly hidden behind the perfect, smooth curve of her supple underboob.

Blueblood’s voice shook. “Wh-what?” he said. He swallowed, his cheeks flushing as he stared up at her. “But - how?”

Trixie’s grin became predatory. “Simple, really,” she rumbled. She took a step toward him, and the floor trembled. Blueblood stepped back, his huge cock slipping out of the moaning, squirming whore with a loud, wet schlip. His gaze darted down toward it, and he gulped, suddenly very aware of just how this must have looked.

Trixie looked like a cat preparing itself to play with a very spooked mouse. “Your dear doctor friend gave me a followup operation. She was very happy to do so, especially when I assured her that you’d be happy to pay for it.”

“P-preposterous!” Blueblood said. “And besides - being that big shouldn’t be possible! I’d nearly reached the upper limit myself!”

Trixie smiled down at him. She was so close now, a mere six feet away. She looked like she could just reach out and grab him, almost like a toy. “As it turns out,” she purred, stretching almost lazily, every muscle in her bulging, amazonian body flexing as one, “my affinity for magic makes me quite attuned to the procedure.

“Unlike you,” she sneered. Blueblood found his gaze drawn to her bare cunt, where her two pussy lips - goodness, had she really come back nude? Yet, were there any clothes that might even fit her anymore? - were flexing and winking powerfully, as if sucking his attention inside of them. “Who needs to pay off a pair of whores to feel powerful.” Blueblood cringed.

And then Trixie’s expression changed. It didn’t soften, but it...shifted somehow. “But that’s okay,” she said, almost softly. Blueblood startled at the change. “I’m sure you were going to go out and buy that ring for me just this afternoon, weren’t you, sweetheart?” Her voice was saccharine sweet, but absolutely deadly, like a poisonous viper waiting to strike. “And that these two little sluts were just brought here to show me just how ready you are to move on with your life?”

Blueblood found himself babbling. He took another step backward and found he could go no further - his back pressed against the wall, his well-defined shoulders flexing ineffectually. Beads of sweat dripped down his face as Trixie took another step toward him, her tree-trunk thighs bulging like layers of bare, chiseled stone.

"I - " He stumbled, swallowed, licked his lips. "Dear, let's not be rash." Damn it, even his muscles looked like a foal's next to her massive frame. How was this even possible? She inhaled deeply, and he flinched, though not without his enormous boner throbbing with an incredible amount of arousal. He'd been hard the entire time, even since she'd walked in; if anything, he felt harder now than he ever had before. He spared no time for the thought, and instead began with, "We can - "

She held up a hand. Just like that, he fell silent. Prince Blueblood, who'd never given anypony one ounce of consideration beside perhaps his aunt, shut up completely. He stood stock-still, waiting for this giantess' orders, as expressions of glee, cockiness, and arousal flitted across Trixie's face.

"One moment, dear Blueballs," she said. Her voice, though deep and rich and even nearly masculine, was unmistakably musical. She was taunting him, he realized - singing to him of his own inferiority. He swallowed again, unable to keep his eyes from her massive, bulging biceps as she turned to the side, even a single one of her steps shaking the entire room around them. A long crack traced along the ceiling, the plaster scraped when her horn had been scraping against it.

Trixie came to a stop in front of the whore on the bed. She was panting, shuddering, moaning softly. To be fair, though Blueblood was anything but a gentle lover, they did seem to be moans of pleasure. A steady stream of his seed leaked out of her cunt - a sight which left his cock throbbing all the harder - and she squirmed helplessly beneath her massive, four-foot belly.

Trixie's gloating grin turned to a light, almost playful scowl. "Unfortunately," she said. "It looks like I'll need to take out the trash first." She quirked an eyebrow in Blueblood's direction, and gave one of her enormous arms a light flex. It was already thicker than his waist, and the motion just made it bulge with even more strength, her veins straining against a coat of fur that could barely contain such wondrous, steely power. He trembled as she picked up the moaning slut, taking her up into the air as easily as she might a pillow. The mare's cum-filled belly sloshed and squished between Trixie's big hands, and the floor shook as the gigantic unicorn slowly carried her victim across the room.

"Tut, tut, Blueballs," Trixie said. She looked almost disappointed. "When will you learn to clean up your toys?" And with that, she flung open the (broken) glass doors, and lobbed the poor prostitute into the air.

Blueblood watched her fly with a mixture of horror and awe. The poor thing had to weigh nearly four hundred pounds after his constant deluge of spunk into her depths...and yet Trixie had tossed her as lightly and as easily as though she'd been a rubber ball. Which she may as well have been; he momentarily wondered if she would bounce like one upon landing. Thankfully for the whore, nothing of the sort happened; instead, she landed in the middle of the pool with a gigantic splash, several dozen gallons of water displacing around her.

He offered no protests as Trixie did the same with the second whore. Truth be told, he was both too scared and too awestruck to even open his mouth. Even Celestia, who had always been larger than life, had never seemed quite this huge to him. Trixie might not have been quite as tall as the eldest Princess was - Celestia did have a good six inches on her, and could grow even larger at will - but she carried herself with a sense of power and strength that even Luna never reached. The alicorns were symbols of grace, elegance hardly befitting their immense size - and yet Trixie owned her size completely, dominated it, flaunted it. She was too big to be contained, too obscene to be ignored, too powerful to be stopped - and knew it. She was huge, and wanted everyone to know it.

Especially him.

As the second whore's pathetic wail faded into the sound of splashing water, Blueblood felt a bead of sweat begin to drip down his forehead. Slowly, Trixie turned to him. She was smiling.

"Now," she purred. "To business." She took a step toward him.

Blueblood's mind blanked. His thoughts flailed, lashed out, struggling to find anything to latch onto. Each step she took brought her hulking body closer, made the ground shake beneath her godly weight. Frantic, he found something.

"A ring!" he sputtered. "Yes! Of course! At once." He grinned shakily up at her, hoping that he'd gotten the right answer.

Trixie took her time in responding. Slowly, almost casually, she leaned down until she was at eye level with him. She had to bend her knees, nearly crouching down to do it; after all, she was even taller than him, relatively speaking, than he was compared to normal ponies. He was a hulk; she was a titan. Trixie's smile broadened as she took a low, sensual breath, her enormous breasts bobbing gently in the air as she looked right into his eyes.

"Great," she said. Blueblood moaned softly; this close, it was impossible for Trixie's tits to touch anything else but his cock. They were still soft - wonderfully, impossible so - but rather than sag with plush and fat, these were firm. Strong, even, like the rest of her. She took another breath, and he felt her cleavage tighten around his erection, squeezing all four feet of his mighty cock between them like a sponge. A whimper slipped from his lips, and his member spasmed, erupting pre all over her bust and lips.

Trixie laughed softly, even as Blueblood trembled with trepidation. "I always knew that you had a plan to ask me, anyway," she purred, her smile broadening. She licked a line of his salty pre off her lips and moaned softly. "You incurable romantic, you."

Something squeezed him on the rump - hard. Blueblood let out a most unmasculine squeak as Trixie's big hand darted back from his fat, wobbling rear, waves and counterwaves of motion spreading across its surface from where her thumb had struck him like a gong. She chuckled, then gave his shaft another look.

"But first," she said, with a grunt. She rearranged her weight slightly - how much that was now, Blueblood feared to think about, let alone ask - and the floorboards creaked beneath her. Her giant breasts bounced, Blueblood's ample pre slicking their cleavage enough that he found his cock sliding up and down between them with each throb of his length. He grunted as he felt his massive balls churn anew with fresh seed.

With a sudden motion, Trixie grasped his cock around the base. Blueblood gasped, his whole body going erect as Trixie's enormous hand squeezed his veined, pulsing shaft. Rivulets of pre ran over the sides of her fingers, moistening her palm as his cock throbbed and flexed in her grip. Her hand wasn't quite large enough to fit all the way around, but it made it more than halfway, which itself was a notable achievement. Blueblood trembled, both with fear and arousal, as her lustful eyes cornered his own, her grasp tightening around his cock with each word she spoke.

"I'm afraid I've been a poor partner for you, dear Blueballs," Trixie murmured. She gave his cock another squeeze, and he moaned. It was as if he could have orgasmed right then and there - yet he didn't. Trixie's ironclad grip on his member all but forced his release back down into his nuts, and he nearly gasped in pain. He could feel his huge, soft ballsack slowly growing larger, swelling with more and more seed. It already hung below his knees, and was only adding on more and more volume by the moment. Trixie's thumb began to caress the side of his shaft lovingly, a low, throaty purr coming from the amazon's mouth.

"You've deserved a much more...active lover," Trixie said. "A stronger one, even." She sounded amused, terrifyingly so. He was momentarily reminded of her powerful, flexing bare pussy lips, and was unsure of whether to be scared or horrifyingly, incredibly aroused.

Another spurt of his cock splattered her nose with precum. Trixie took a deep sniff, taking in his musk, as Blueblood’s engorged shaft trembled in her grip.

“Can’t think of anything but sex, can you, poor Blueballs?” Trixie smiled at him, then leaned forward until her muzzle was almost brushing against his flared tip. Her breath was hot on his head, and Blueblood whimpered, his cock flexing, as her fist tightened even further around him.

“But that’s okay,” she cooed. Her free hand stroked his ass gently, her fingers tracing around his plump rear with a loving touch. “A big stallion like you clearly isn’t good for much else. All top- and bottom-heavy - why, you’re like a big stallion doll!” Her smirk widened. “Why, your figure would look almost silly next to mine - so small, and yet so grossly misproportioned. And I’m sure you actually thought that having a pec shelf as thick as your forearms are long was a wonderful idea.”

She licked her lips, and Blueblood felt his breath grow shorter. His cock was twitching, his balls trembling as they glorped and sloshed with impossible amounts of cum. He needed release badly, and each teasing stroke of Trixie’s tight-clenched fist against his shaft only sent his mind stretching tighter with need.

“T-trixie,” he gasped. His balls were down past his calves at this point. Every one of his muscles was flexing, bulging, contorting with desperate, bestial desire as Trixie owned him completely. “P-please.”

“And yet, truth be told,” Trixie said, her voice a low murmur, “your cock still looks…”

Blueblood stiffened.

“...delicious.”

Trixie planted a kiss on his cock, her lips puckering right over his slit. Blueblood moaned, his spine going limp as Trixie's long, thick tongue flicked playfully against his urethra, lapping up each pint of precum oozing from his nuts. He was whimpering, squirming, the pressure rising again in his balls - when suddenly she pulled away.

And away. And away.

Slowly, with all of the grace and power of a goddess of myth, Trixie drew herself up to her full height. Blueblood's pupils shrank, and he felt his own muscles flex in a fearful display of power in the face of this...deity. Up and up she rose, ascending higher into the air above him, until once more her head was straining against the ceiling, her massive body looming over his own. Was she...taller? Was it even possible? The ceiling's plaster cracked and groaned as Trixie's head pressed against it, and for a moment he could have sworn that her belly-button hadn't been that close to his muzzle just seconds ago...

She didn't wait for his permission before grabbing him around the waist. Blueblood gave a yelp as he was rudely hefted into the air, Trixie's fingers curling lovingly around his plump buttocks before lifting him up as easily as she might a foal. He was five-hundred pounds of huge, hunky, virile stallion, and still she made a mockery of him! And yet...he was powerless except to moan, his cock throbbing with constant arousal as it slowly slid up between Trixie's colossal tits.

Holding him in place like a toddler - or perhaps a simple toy of her own - Trixie parted her lips and slipped them across Blueblood's shaft. It might have been far too large for her before - and in fact, it was clear that taking it in wasn't the easiest thing for her now - but she managed to get her whole muzzle around that massive, two-foot flare without much difficulty at all. And then she began to swallow it, gulping down feet of thick, studly cock at a time while Blueblood moaned and writhed in her arms.

Pre poured down her throat like a bubbling brook of constant, building lust, but to a mountain of size such as Trixie it may have been a paltry trickle. Her constant ulp-ulp of cock-swallowing made Blueblood's tremendous nuts seize up all the more; he tensed up, preparing himself for release as the suction of her lips reached a crescendo, and let his muzzle tremble in anticipation.

Ye gods. He'd never felt so aroused. And yet the situation was totally, incomparably alien to him. He was more than smaller than Trixie - he was tiny to her. She was maneuvering him, using him; he felt less like he was receiving a blowjob than like the contents of his nuts were being sucked up through a straw. The flow of pre out of his slit doubled, then tripled, his balls gurgling with tremendous output as his grunts and tinny groans reached a fevered pitch. And still, Trixie's massive, tree-trunk-thick biceps held him still in place, holding his chubby rump in the air just high enough to keep his smaller head inches away from the ceiling.

With a final, wet slurp, Blueblood felt Trixie push him over the edge. He gave a cry, his hips thrusting forward - and found them locked into place, his whole, tiny body forced still by the power in Trixie's upper torso. His cock flexed and throbbed all the same, each monstrous vein in his comically oversized length pulsing as one as he spilled gallons and gallons of thick, virile seed down Trixie's throat. She guzzled it down eagerly, all twelve-plus feet of her flexing in delight as she drank Blueblood dry. The suction of her lips was insane - he felt like his orgasm would never end. When it finally did come to a close, though, he was shuddering, shaking, trembling with pleasure and fear and release...and trepidation at what would come next.

Trixie released his cock from her lips with an exaggerated sigh. She smacked her lips, catching a cupfull of jizz "dribble" on her cheek. "Delicious, as always, dear Blueballs," she cooed. Blueblood heard a patting sound; glancing down, he just barely managed to see her rubbing her slightly distended stomach with a soft grin of satisfaction. "Though surely you didn't think that would be enough to satisfy me, did you?"

He was panting, he realized. Sure, he might have been fucking and rutting all day, but that was his new lifestyle. No - this was different. He felt like he'd just gone five rounds with Trixie before either of their operations - and yet, from the look on her face, she was nowhere near finished.

He swallowed. Gods, but her stomach had mostly looked flat! That much cum pumped into a regular mare would have left her a groaning, bloated cum-balloon. Just yesterday, a single one of his loads had made Trixie look pregnant with twins; this, however, had left her looking satisfied with just perhaps a particularly filling meal. His dick throbbed, his cockflesh tensing again, and Blueblood winced. And yet...just feeling himself under her power, hearing the rumbling timbre of her voice, made him wish to feel it all over again.

Anything...so long as he could feel that wonderful, godlike body.

Blueblood reached up a hand toward one of Trixie’s magnificent tits. It hung in the bottom half of his vision, a massive blue strip bobbing gently in the air. He hesitated, seizing onto his train of thought, if only for a moment. What on Earth had possessed him? He was the stallion - the alpha! How could he possible allow this? How could he submit to this...this brute!

And then Trixie gave his ass another squeeze, and Blueblood all but melted. He groaned, leaning forward as Trixie suddenly released the pressure on his torso. His cheek smushed against the cum-slick side of his shaft and he groaned again, softly, as alien desires and feelings warred within him.

"It looks like you're raring to go again," Trixie said. She leered down at him, basking in the sight of him as his weak moans left his turgid shaft vibrating beneath his chin. "Which is to be expected. There's never not a moment when you're not horny, is there?"

Blueblood could only grunt, though whether in defiance or assent, he couldn't be sure. Trixie laughed softly.

"Maybe you think you'll be getting that in me?" she said. "Stuff me full like one of your tight little sluts?" Her laugh became edged, almost mocking. "Though it's looking a tad smaller than I seem to remember. How does it feel, Blueballs" - she reached down to finger herself, her big fingers probing at her labia as she held up with a single hand - "to be held by a mare so big that even your cock isn't so impressive? Think you'd like to full up this jumbo-sized cunt, huh? Think it's the perfect size?"

Blueblood moaned weakly. His cock throbbed - oh, how it throbbed - but he barely knew what he wanted anymore. That last orgasm had simply been...too powerful.

Trixie didn't mind. She seemed to like her audiences attentive. "I'm afraid it's not in the cards, tonight, though." She gave Blueblood's ass a squeeze, and grinned down at him. "I've brought a stallionhood of my own home tonight."

Blueblood's eyes opened wide. But Trixie wasn't one of those - he hadn't seen -

His eyes bulged as he peered over Trixie's immense cleavage, expecting to see some sort of massive member poking up through her tits. But nothing showed. Instead, he merely blinked dumbly down at her breasts for a few moments before finally looking up...

...and noticing that her horn was glowing.

On instinct, he glanced to his right - and there he saw it. It was immense: a huge, gaudy, purple horsecock easily the size of his own. It wasn't quite real, he noticed after a moment: The shaft was too rubbery, the "balls" too perfectly smooth. And both were mounted in the same place: a pair of gargantuan panties that seemed to bob and sway with some imaginary breeze. Blueblood swallowed, then paled when he realized what he was looking at: a strapon.

A strap-on, he supposed, fit for an amazon.

Trixie didn't give him even another second to appreciate it. In a heartbeat, her lips were on his, her tongue pushing its way into his mouth, hungry, tasting, devouring. He tried to push back, but her tongue was too strong, her lips too firm around his own. She owned him in that kiss, and even as he tried to seize control one last futile time, he felt himself melting into it, letting her strong, full lips lead him as her tongue danced around his. Blueblood heard somepony moaning, an awful, high-pitched, feminine sound, and then realized that it was himself.

The kiss broke, and Blueblood sputtered, gasping as his head flicked back. Trixie coughed once, then leered down at him, a lusty smirk on her cheek.

"I'm going to enjoy being inside of you," she murmured. A single, sausage-thick finger traced down the slight curve of his cheek, and Blueblood shuddered. Her fingernail pricked at his neck, forcing his gaze upward until he was looking deep into her eyes. Lust and hunger stared back, raw, primal need blazing with power. Trixie smiled, and Blueblood found himself shivering with anticipation.

"Be gentle," he said, in a small voice that he never before would have considered his own.

"Oh, Blueballs." Something about Trixie's voice left Blueblood whimpering with need. Maybe it was the growl in her voice, the signal of ravenous predator ready to seize its prey. Maybe it was her confidence, so casually effected that it was a struggle not to hang on her every word, which so easily dripped with strength. Maybe it was his own libido, even, resounding with the twisting promises of her words even as his not-so-blue-balls sloshed and groaned with ever-increasing amounts of seed.

Regardless, Blueblood whimpered. He listened. And he wanted.

Trixie went on. "I'm going to make you cum harder than ever, little mare?" Her teeth flashed down at him.

Blueblood felt a lump rising in his throat. "Is - is that no?" he said timidly.

Trixie rolled over him like a steam train. "Go on," she rumbled, swinging her weight forward so that her colossal tits slapped against his chest. "Give it a lick." The monstrous strapon floated a foot or so closer, until its shaft was mere inches away. From here, Blueblood could make out every detail: the mottled, sparkly purple "shimmer"; the veins, so thick and almost believably hard, but snaking off to nothing toward the base and flare. He felt his mouth dry, his tongue probing at his lips as the scent of the thing filled his lungs.

"What are you waiting for?" Trixie's voice was like velvet, like honey, like poison. She was waiting for him, he knew. "Christen that big guy. He'll be your new baby-daddy, after all."

Blueblood swallowed. Trembling, he leaned his neck forward. The massive "endowment" drifted lazily toward him, the enormous shaft coming to lean almost tenderly against his horn. After a short breath, Blueblood darted forward, and planted a soft, chaste kiss on the shaft.

"Go on," Trixie growled. "I want to see more action than that, little slut."

The kiss became a lick, Blueblood's tongue tracing almost tenderly across the surface. As his saliva gleamed against the purple silicon, Blueblood felt something tingle inside of him. Almost instinctively, he leaned forward and to the side, twisting in Trixie's grasp so that his limbs were free of her enormous bust. His cock slapped wetly against his pecs, the shaft of it thrusting out at an odd angle beneath his armpits as he hugged the enormous strapon, getting both arms around it as his own oversized biceps swelled and blocked the way. A moan, guttural, yet needy and feminine, slipped from his throat, and he began to thrust, humping the air as his own engorged member slid past a particularly thick vein.

"Pervey little slut," Trixie noted approvingly. She grasped his ass and squeezed it, hard. Blueblood gasped, pulling away from his new "lover" with a start. With a hiccup, and a light blush of shame, he allowed Trixie to turn his smaller body back around, rotating him until he was facing her once more. With a glimmer of magic, the strap-on pushed between their bodies, the "panties" latching over Trixie's  thick thighs and cunt as the shaft slipped slowly between her pillowy bust. Blueblood shivered, watching that massive cock rise up over his head with a roaring lust and trepidation.

It rubbed against his own erection, though was much cooler to the touch. It was much less alive than his own, certainly, yet Blueblood couldn't help but feel a certain amount of awe toward it. Trixie was as large as him, now - if not bigger - and yet her amazonian size allowed her to own it in a way that he never could. He felt a thin line of drool slip down his cheek, even as he slowly lost himself in the gentle embrace of her feminine musk.

There was a slight pressure around his ass, but he barely noticed until it popped inside - pushing rudely past his tight rectum until it was just inside. Blueblood stiffened, whimpered, his eyes tearing up as Trixie fingered his ass, her thick finger spreading his virgin asshole wider by the second.

"Gonna be a tight fit," Trixie said, almost casually. She wormed her finger a little deeper inside of him, and Blueblood let out something between a gasp and a moan. His cock swelled up a little large, his shaft pushing against Trixie's "endowment." He could feel her magic clutching at his balls, squeezing those colossal nuts as they swelled up with more and more spunk. He gritted his teeth, struggling to contain himself as her finger made little swirls of motion across his prostate, widening it more and more by the second.

Trixie noted the look of halfway euphoria on his face, and smirked. "So you're just as much of a slut as I thought," she said. "Still a virgin down there, though - but we'll fix that." She chuckled, and gave her hips a little pump. Blueblood groaned, his cock throbbing mightily as Trixie continued to massage his prostate. "Just gotta lubricate..."

Trixie's finger suddenly pushed forward, and the alien sensations surrounding his prostate all exploded into a swirling mass of pleasure. Blueblood grunted involuntarily, his hips thrusting forward. He - well, he didn't cum, but it was the closest he'd ever come to it without it being the real thing. His monstrous balls, each one the size of a small bean-bag chair by now, seized up with motion, and suddenly gallons and gallons of salty precum were gushing forth, splattering over him and Trixie, and coating her "cock" thoroughly with natural lubricant.

Trixie licked her lips, eyeing her "shaft" with obvious pleasure. "Now that's more like it," she purred. "All wet and ready to go."

She gave his plump ass a squeeze, his thick, well-rounded rump easily filling her large hand. Blueblood whimpered, another splatter of pre bursting over his face. As salty-white rivulets of precum dribbled down his rosy-red cheeks, Trixie's smile curved upward. She gave a subtle pump of her hips, grinding their "endowments" together. Blueblood's blush deepened.

"Looks like somepony's excited to be bred," Trixie cooed. Teasingly, but almost with a gentle touch, she planted a kiss on his forehead. A second later, Blueblood found himself standing, somewhat unsteadily, on the carpet, his bare toes squishing into the soft fabric. Above him, Trixie towered like an ancient titan, her massive body and now-dripping "erection" filling his entire field of vision.

"Get on the bed," she said. It wasn't a request, but it wasn't quite a command, either. All the same, Blueblood found himself all too happy to follow it. He quickly waddled over to the mattress, his enormous ballsack slapping loudly against the insides of his thighs with every step. As he laid down on the bed, he let out a soft groan, feeling his massive shaft press against his swollen pecs as it prevented him from lowering himself entirely to the bed. He could feel his big butt wobbling, jiggling from perhaps one too many rich chocolate desserts - and yet couldn't help but blush in some strange kind of arousal as he pictured Trixie eyeing it, sizing it up, lusting for his puckered, waiting hole...

Before he could even catch himself from falling down that particular line of thought, Trixie's sudden laughter interrupted his mood. "Hah! You're such a fat-bottomed slut, aren't you Blueballs?" She gave his rear a swat, and he moaned as huge waves of motion rippled across his ass. His own huge biceps tightened, his abs and pecs flexing against his cock as his whole body seemed to bask in the sensation of motion. But Trixie's voice called him to attention once more soon enough: "But that's not quite the view I had in mind. Turn over, darling. I want to see your face when I make you squeal."

Blueblood's blush deepened, but he did as Trixie asked. His titanic nuts sank against the edge of the mattress, nearly brushing the ground as he positioned himself on his back. Powerful - he'd thought - lats and deltoids dug deep into the soft feather down as his fat ass sunk deep into the sheets. Trixie smiled sweetly down at him as he, rather awkwardly, nudged his cock aside so that he could see properly: Even soft, it came up to between his pecs; erect, it actually covered nearly his entire head. He managed to get it somewhat oddly nestled between his ear and shoulder and smiled weakly up at her.

Trixie cocked her head, grinned back, then took a step forward. The entire room shook, the bed trembling as her huge weight sent shockwaves through the room. Lying back like this, Blueblood couldn't escape just how exposed he felt - how weak, how vulnerable he was making himself to this huge, magnificent creature. The ceiling cracked further as Trixie's horn dug deep into its plaster, her twelve-foot-plus body simply too large to be contained by even this "royal" room.

Taking a moment to line up with her target, Trixie savored the little trembles of excitement and fear shivering obviously through Blueblood's body. She actually had to pick up his enormous ballsack - smirking at him as she hefted each three-foot nut easily in either hand, squeezing them and savoring his little gasping moan as untold gallons churned within - and slide it over the top of her "shaft" in order to properly reach his rump. It was a rather pretty picture: his ballsack, draped over her huge, silicon shaft as dribbles of his own precum ran down the sides. Blueblood swallowed a final time, then looked up to meet Trixie's eyes.

"Ready for me, cutie?" Trixie's voice was sing-song, musical, teasing. Blueblood nodded shyly.

Trixie's smile jolted into a wicked smirk. Without even hesitating a second, she pulled her hips back, spread Blueblood's plump ass wide, and thrust her weight forward.

Blueblood heard himself squeal like a prize pig. He was gasping, moaning, shuddering as a sudden alien presence forced its way inside of him. His asshole trembled, suddenly forced wider than it could have ever dreamed of being, as the sheer girth of Trixie's endowment sent his rectum into shock. He choked, pain warring with pleasure as he twisted on the bed. Only Trixie's firm, powerful hands kept him in place, anchored firmly against his steel-cut abs.

"S-so much," he choked out. "S-so big."

She snorted. "Oh, please," she said. "I'm barely even in yet. It's barely even two inches, and you're already crying like a wimp?"

That got him to shut up. "I am not crying," he said, wiping a tear away from his eye. “I am fully capable of - nggk.” A sudden twist of Trixie's hips sent his asshole puckering around her shaft, and his cock suddenly erupted with a volley of pre. Once he'd wiped that away, too, Blueblood sniffled pretentiously, and, cleaning himself off as best he could, added, "And I knew that."

“Sure, you did,” Trixie said, not altogether comfortingly. “Is lil’ Blueballs ready for another two inches?”

He did his best to glare up at her, but the blush on his cheeks and the almost longing aching he felt in his rear rather spoiled the effect. Damn it, he felt hugely, impossibly stretched - and yet he yearned for more. Even now, he could feel his asshole acclimating, widening, quivering as it prepared itself to be stuffed full of cock.

Was this how his mares felt? he wondered. Especially beneath his massive, near-torso-width cock. Why, his ass had been spread nearly as wide as his perfectly tapered waist, and yet he almost felt an irrational longing for more. Trixie’s hips began to push forward, and he grunted, his eyes squeezing shut. How could he...want more? How could he hunger for it?

Well, he decided, as Trixie slipped another two inches inside of him. He clenched his jaw, steeling his resolve as another two inches pushed his ass wider. If he was going to be Trixie’s cockslut, he was going to be the widest, tightest, sexiest damned cockslut that ever -

Trixie slammed a full foot of her “length” inside of him, and Blueblood howled.

The pain - oh but it felt so good! But he felt like he was bursting, filled and stuffed and bloated until he was just about ready to burst. He was well and truly speared, could feel every throb and pulse of Trixie's huge, powerful heartbeat through the beat of her gargantuan cock. His insides were being pushed apart, his organs squished, his very skin and muscles stretching to accommodate her impossible size -

"Stop being such a damned pussy," Trixie sneered. "Or can you only give, and never take? I've taken cocks bigger than this."

"I'm not a pussy," Blueblood groaned. "D-don't have one."

"No?" Trixie asked. She sounded almost innocent. "Then what's this I'm fucking?" As if for emphasis, she pushed her hips forward again, eliciting another wail of pain and pleasure from her cocksleeve. "You're just a cock-hungry little cunt, aren't you?"

Blueblood eyed the massive bulge in his stomach with a whimper. It was huge, rounded, pushing above his belly with the unmistakeable curve of Trixie's flare. How many times had he loved the sight of his own cock like this, rounding out some cum-hungry slut's belly as he prepared to pump her full of his jizz? How many times had he made mares scream, crying out with pleasure, as he rammed his stallionhood so far inside of them that he could see their bodies deforming around it?

Trixie seemed to notice his pause. Her smirk broadened; slowly, she pushed another inch of her strap-on inside, the magnificent dildo shoving Blueblood's belly even further upward. Blueblood whimpered, stifling the sound as best he could, but Trixie noticed. Trixie's smile grew, until mischief, lust, and unbridled glee glinted in her gaze.

Without even a moment's hesitation, she smoothly pushed Blueblood's legs even further apart. Tree-trunk thighs that put any ordinary pony's torso to shame looked like twigs, even soft, squishy putty in her massive, powerful hands. Biceps larger than his very chest bulged easily on her upper arms, and Trixie's enormous tits bounced gently against her torso as she spread him wider to make more room.

"Let's begin," she said sweetly.

And she began rutting him in earnest.

In and out and in again. Before long, Blueblood found his mind lost in an endless rhythm of fucking, a racketous symphony of slapping, pounding flesh. Trixie rammed herself inside of him over and over, fucking his rump so hard that he could feel his asshole clenching with each thrust. But it could never clench all the way - oh, no. Trixie's dildo was far too big to allow that. He cried out, moaning, his marelike moans ringing out through the room as Trixie owned him, completely and utterly. He hurt, almost more than he ever had before - he was stretched, he was battered, he was very nearly bruised. But it was a good pain, and he found it mixing with an alien pleasure so intense such that he'd never imagined.

His every nerve burned with a fiery pleasure; every time she pulled out, he felt his empty body aching, howling, begging for more. He'd felt what it was like to be filled - now he needed to be stuffed again, to be speared on her cock like the little cocksleeve he was. His cock convulsed atop him, his rippling muscles flexing and bulging and spasming with endless pleasure. The first time her "flare" his his prostate, he gave a cry of surprise. His cock flexed above him, the flare slapping him across the cheek and leaving a thick glob of precum behind. He could feel his orgasm building, even without a single source of stimulation on his own shaft. His hands were trapped beneath Trixie's, his massive arms powerless beneath the weight of her grasp. It was all he could do to stifle his moans, to keep his head away from his bouncing cock as more and more pints of pre spewed from the tip.

He could feel the warm, wet slickness of his own precum inside of him, sliding back and forth with each thrust of Trixie's wide, sculpted hips. Each pump made his belly deform around Trixie's massive "cock," reducing him to little more than an overmuscled cocksleeve for her pleasures. His tinny grunts and moans soon blurred into a pleasurable haze, jolts of electricity tingling up his spine each time her hips made contact with his plump, thick rear. Above him, he could make out her huge breasts bouncing, waves of flesh a foot or more across rippling across her gargantuan bust as her legs flexed and bulged.

The room shook beneath them - or, more accurately, beneath her. Blueblood had no idea how heavy Trixie must have been now, but it must have been easily over half a ton. A titan of steel, hard muscle, she gave a bellowing roar each time she sank her strapped-on cock deep inside of him, and Blueblood couldn't help but whimper in response. He found himself twisting, writhing around Trixie's cock as it speared him deep on its length. A familiar pressure was building inside of him, his massive, beanbag-chair-sized nuts sloshing and groaning as their surfaces stretched taut with untold gallons of seed. His breathe seized, his chest inflating impressively, as he felt the oncoming tide build to a roaring crescendo.

A final slam of Trixie's flare against his prostate made him choke out in a deep, echoing exhale. It squeezed all of the tension out of him, forcing every one of his muscles to tense up before relaxing as one. Blueblood could actually hear his balls rumble, their magnificent loads churning as they prepared to unload. And then...release.

Cum spewed from his massive flare, volleys of seed shooting out over his head and splattering all over his headboard. His whole body jerked with the force of it, the overwhelming sensation of it crashing over him like a tsunami. Jets of seed larger than his head hit the wall, the ceiling, the bed beside him as his cock bucked and lurched like an angry bronco. Gallon-sized wads of jizz oozed slowly down the wall, adding to the legions of cum-stains he'd left there after near-countless titjobs and jerkoff sessions. He'd never felt anything like it, could feel his eyes rolling back, his whole body writhing as an orgasm more powerful than he'd ever felt before commanded him, rode him, twisted him like a puppet on strings.

Blueblood finally came down from his sexual high, crashing down with the final eruption of spunk from his nuts. He wheezed, his muscled, yet comparatively undersized body shaking and covered in sweat. Far above him, Trixie's grin seemed to cover her whole face. Her hulking form overshadowed his completely, leaving him quivering, trembling within her power. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime of gasps and long, shuddering breaths, he heard her speak.

"You like that, little man?" the huge, muscled amazon cooed.

Blueblood swallowed. His cheeks flushed with sensation, he nodded weakly, then licked his lips. "I-I think so," he said.

"Good," Trixie said. "Because we're gonna be doing this all night."

His eyes shot wide open. But Trixie had already pulled out of him. Her massive "cock" slid out of him with a thick, wet sound, and flopped down over her muscular thigh as she drew herself back up.

"Turn over," she commanded. "I've changed my mind." Her leer made him shiver with vulnerability, made his aching cock leap with a desire to please its new master. "I want a full view of that fat ass of yours."

Meekly, he did as she commanded. His huge rump wobbled and shook as he shifted, his two full asscheeks bobbing in the air as his massive cock slid across a mattress slick and stained with sex. Behind him, Trixie chuckled softly.

"Maybe I'll even learn a cock-bestowal spell," she said. She stepped forward, and the room shook. Blueblood shook as he felt her massive girth pressing against his ring once more - though he was certain that where before it had been tight, he was now gaping obscenely. Why, by the end of the night, his ass would likely be ruined for good, barring some manner of tightening spell. But why did the thought excite him so?

"Then I can really start rounding it out with cum," Trixie said. She gave his ass a slap, and laughed as it jiggled like a bowl full of jello. Below her, Blueblood moaned, his cock already hard once more. He couldn't tell, really, if he was fearful or painfully, incredibly aroused.

More than likely, though, it was both.

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