“Seriously - is this seriously what all the hubbub is about?” Discord scoffed, peering at the group of stallions and femcolts lounging in the mansion’s living room.

Though the other drones had fled, Talon boldly stood and faced the draconequus. “Is that a problem?”

“I’d hazard to say it is,” Discord murmured, waving at the gaggle of whores. “While this may skirt a few legal boundaries, I’m reluctant to let this continue…”

The drone didn’t budge as he eyed the chaotic deity. “I hardly think it’s a problem. Both our customers and our mares are satisfied with the arrangements we have, so your intervention isn’t necessarily needed - in fact, if you have any doubts about our little business, perhaps I can convince you to leave our operation untouched.”

Watching the exchange from a doorway leading to the foyer, Gallus gulped. He’d only just started working at the brothel, overjoyed to finally have somewhere that he could embrace his slatternly desires without judgment, but that may be put to an abrupt end. While he couldn’t say exactly why Discord had decided to intervene, he was keenly aware that the draconequus had the power to put an end to his budding career.

“Convince how,” Discord muttered, squinting down at the changeling.

Talon turned his head and peered at the partially concealed griffon. “Gallus, would you do the honors of entertaining our esteemed guest?”

Gallus broke into a cold sweat, realizing he really didn’t have a choice in the matter. The terms of his job were nonnegotiable; he was to service customers, regardless of their species - in exchange, he got to be the slut he’d always dreamed to be. Hesitantly walking out, catching Discord’s eye, he anxiously smiled.

Though there was nothing inherently wrong with being a bottom, he took it a step further. Most stallions who liked taking dick were happy with their coltfriend, but not him - not by a long shot. The bigger the cock he had in his ass or crammed down his throat, the happier he was. Ponies, diamond dogs, changelings - honestly, it didn’t matter who or what was fucking the hell out of him; as long as he left with cum in his belly, pumped in from one way or another, there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do to fulfill his role.

“I should’ve known you’d be here, considering the veritable arsenal of dildos you hide in your closet,” Discord laughed, shifting his focus from the griffon back to the drone, “but this is hardly what I’d consider convincing.”

“How not?” Talon countered, trotting over to Gallus. “He’s sleek, easy on the eyes, and you can’t tell me his outfit isn’t fetching. Gallus, dear, give him a turn.”

Only hesitating for a moment, Gallus spun in place to display himself. His attire consisted of a choker, harness, garter belt, and fishnets, all in black which contrasted beautifully with cerulean and cream-colored coat and plumage. He turned his back to the draconequus, flicking his tail to the side while he leaned forward and arched his back. While he hadn’t planned on putting on a show for the nigh omnipotent Lord of Chaos, he wasn’t about to let the chance to get screwed by a demigod slip through his claws.

Discord snorted and lifted a paw, pressing finger to his thumb. “Adequate, but he could use a few improvements to suit my tastes.”

“Improvements?” the drone parroted, peaking a brow. “He’s only just joined us, so I’m sure that -”

Snap

In the blink of an eye, with a blinding flash of light, Gallus stumbled back and fell to his side. It took him a moment to figure out what had happened, that Discord had just used his magic to do something, but it wasn’t until he felt a sudden weight on his abdomen that he realized what had happened. He peered down at himself, sensing something large and soft between his thighs, and gasped.

Where his flat, toned abdomen had been, a pair of absolutely massive bosoms rested. Nearly as large as his head, bigger than even the most busty mare’s tits, the breasts - his breasts were insanely huge, but the changes hadn’t stopped there. His eyes swept to his flank, noticing just how much mass his backside had gained by the instantaneous metamorphosis.

“Much better - well at least for the physical portion,” Discord snickered, smiling broadly.

Gallus had experienced some crazy stuff during his time in Ponyville, from confronting a trio of villains to conversing with a talking tree, but this - this took the cake. He ponderously pushed himself up, unused to the added and redistributed weight on his frame, and cantered over to one of the standing mirrors in the room. Though he’d looked pretty promiscuous before, his new appearance made his old, normal self seem downright modest.

His svelte form was gone, replaced by an insanely curvaceous figure that could make even the most seasoned whore blush. Plump thighs, a fat, juicy ass, and a slim waist, not to mention the gargantuan knockers that hung beneath him, had turned him into an absolute bombshell of a femcolt. He shifted to the side, sensing himself growing hard from his unseemly reflection, and cocked his hind leg to get a better look at his goods.

Sure enough, he was still a stallion - well mostly a stallion. Though he’d never been particularly well endowed, being slightly above the average size for a griffon, his package had been reduced to a pale shadow of its former state. With a prick no bigger than his pinky, locked safely away in a little chrome cage, and a cute little coin purse that was smaller than what most colts would have, he wouldn’t have any luck being on the giving side of things anytime soon - not that he cared about ever topping anypony.

He lowered his hind leg and turned to face the chuckling draconequus, fighting the urge to rush over and hug the towering creature. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the changes to himself - far from it in fact, but it would be impossible for him to go out in public looking the way he did. While he wasn’t too concerned with the unexpected turn of events, he’d have to get Discord to return him to his ordinary state before the night was out.

“So I’m guessing you like your femcolts looking something like this,” he hummed, rocking his ample hips from side to side, setting his pendulous udders to sway.

Discord shrugged and pointed to his crotch. “How about you see for yourself.”

As Gallus peered down the draconequus’ body, his eyes widened in shock. Darned if he could explain it, since it hadn’t been there moments prior, but a gargantuan dick hung from his guest’s groin. He’d seen his fair share of cocks before, but Discords was easily one of the biggest and strangest he’d ever laid eyes upon.

Nearly the length of his leg, the appendage bore a bizarre combination of traits. Not only did his visitor’s tool have a slender head and a knot, reminiscent of a canine, but its shaft was covered in small ridges. His cum-filled backdoor quivered at the thought of having something so unique stuffed inside him, sending a thrilled shiver up his spine, but he couldn’t get ahead of himself. As much fun as it would be to have a roll in the hay with a veritable deity, he had to get a few assurances.

“I’m - um -” he began, forcing himself to look up at Discord’s face, “kinda surprised you’re here - you know, since you have Fluttershy.”

He’d be more than happy to have a tryst with the Lord of Chaos, but the last thing he wanted was to tick off one of the Elements of Harmony and come to be known as a homewrecker. It was one thing to slip off and get rutted senseless by ponies or creatures he’d never see again, it was quite another to be plowed by the coltfriend of one of his teachers. As long as his prospective John kept his snaggle toothed mouth shut, keeping his activities and the brothel’s existence in confidence, everything should be fine - he hoped.

Rolling his eyes, Discord pinched the bridge of his snout. “Don’t remind me. Fluttershy is a sweet mare, and I love her to pieces, but she simply doesn’t have a certain je ne sais quoi that I need to stay satisfied.”

Gallus cocked his head to the side. “What’s that mean?”

“It means she can’t keep up with his libido -” Talon noted, “that or he has kinks that she’s not willing to indulge.”

“Right on both accounts,” the Discord mirthlessly admitted, “which is one reason I came to investigate this place.”

Inching closer to his overpowered guest, Gallus reached out and stroked the draconequus’ upper thigh. “Don’t worry, we’ll keep your little secret about liking big-titted femcolts a secret from her.”

“I’m sure you will, but that’s only one fetish I came to gratify,” Discord added, lifting a hand.

Snap

Gallus blinked rapidly, clearing his - no, her vision from the sparkles of the second flash. A broad smile split her beak, as she beamed up at Discord. In a literal flash, all her troubles had disappeared. The school, her friends, her hopes of eventually joining the royal guard - all her fears and aspirations were gone, supplanted by an insatiable, maddening urge to cater to her Daddy’s every whim.

“Oh Daddy,” she groaned, shamelessly trotting over and grinding her cheek against the base of his hardening cock, “I’m sorry I ever questioned you.”

“It’s ok, Sweetheart, just suck me off while I keep talking with your former boss - Daddy needs to settle a few things,” Discord cooed, his crimson gaze sweeping over to the drone.

Only giving the changeling a fleeting glance, Gallus did as she was told. An earthy, musky scent filled her sinuses, setting her heart to race, while she gingerly clutched the base of his length, angled it toward her face, and opened her beak. It wasn’t the first time she’d choked herself on dick in front of somepony, and it wouldn’t be the last, so she opened her maw and extended her tongue.

Taking a small step back, Talon swallowed hard. “What did you do…?”

“I made myself a new plaything,” Discord responded, “and you aren’t going to stop me from taking her home and making a broodmare out of her ~ isn’t that right, Honey?”

“Mmm-hmmph!” she hummed around the tip of his length, peering up at him.

She’d been silly to think that she’d ever want to do anything other than serve her big, strong, exquisitely well-hung Daddy. If he wanted to take her home and make a housewife out of her, that was fine in her book - so long as she ended up with a big, round belly full of foals, she couldn’t be happier. Bobbing her head, she lavished the sensitive underside of his shaft and brought the head of his cock to the back of her throat.

The taste of his sweat and pre-cum was incredible, better than anything she’d ever had, and it spurred her onward. A cocktail of lube and jizz leaked from her winking, pronounced pucker, leaking down the cleft of her ass and over her little package. He wouldn’t be able to knock her up unless he was properly warmed up, which reminded her…

Balancing on one foreleg, she lifted a clawed hand to tenderly fondle his juicy, cum-laiden balls. It wouldn’t be long until he was plowing a foal or two - maybe three into her, making her own pitiably small tool drool with anticipation. If she was a good little mare, he might even give her a sexy outfit to wear while she did the dishes, cooked him dinners, and took care of their children someday!

“You don’t oppose ~ do you?” Discord pressed, his eyes glowing ominously in the dimly lit room.

“N…no, as long as you don’t ruin what we have going on, you can keep her,” Tallon stammered.

Giving a curt nod, the draconequus patted the feminized griffon’s head. “Ready to go, Dear?”

Gallus immediately withdrew, leaving a strand of pre-cum and saliva connecting her beak to his tool “Of course, Daddy! Are we going home now?”

Having given the drone a final baleful glance, Discord smiled and snapped his fingers. It took less than a heartbeat for the pair to be whisked from the whore house and into his bedroom. Gallus steadied herself, fending off the vertigo from the teleportation, and looked around herself in awe. His chamber was nearly as perfect as he was!

Lit candles rested atop a dresser, the shag carpet under her was soft and inviting, the subtle scent of incense - each and every facet told her she was where she belonged. He walked past her, giving her tush a playful slap as he moved to and onto his giant, heart-shaped bed. She wasn’t sure what she’d done to deserve such an amazing Daddy, but she thanked her lucky stars that he’d finally come and swept her off her dainty clawed feet.

“It’s been a long day, Sweetheart,” he sighed, easing himself onto his back and spreading his legs, “how about you help me unwind.”

Not having to be told twice, she unfurled her wings and bound onto the pointed foot of the mattress. She would have gleefully pounced upon him, choking herself on his dong like it was the last day of her life, had it not been for one small thing - she was to be his wife and mother of his children, not some unseemly hooker. Slowing to a snail’s pace, her tits leaving twin-trails of milk in her wake, she crawled up the sheet and between his legs.

“Atta girl,” he snickered, pulling a pillow under his head to enjoy the show.

Having reached his loins, she gave herself a moment to appreciate how wondrous his equipment was. Far bigger than any pony’s, his endowment was as intimidating as it was amazing. She propped herself on her elbows, clutching his girthy knot in one hand while gingerly massaging his balls with the other, and tittered like a school filly. This - this magnificent dick was going to be the one to make her a mother.

“It’s so big,” she reverently breathed, drawing her tongue up his shaft.

She could have gone on for days about his package, waxing poetic about its terrifying beauty, yet that wasn’t what her beak was meant for. Reaching the head of his cock, she extended her tongue and guided him into her mouth. Exquisite flavors burst over her palate, she breathed in his masculine bouquet, and she could practically feel her reproductive system going into overdrive, as she leaned in and forced him down her welcoming gullet.

Her only regret, if she had to name one, was that her ass went fully neglected. She would have given practically anything to have a thick toy or plug filling her backside, but she was more than willing to suffer through the lack of attention. If she knew her Daddy, and she very much hoped she did, it would only be a matter of time until he was pounding her ass with his big, meaty mare-breaker.

Even though she kept her eyes closed, she could tell he was intently watching her. She contentedly wiggled her ass, keeping her tail flicked to the side, while she bobbed her head and throated him. In spite of her aching bitch-button, slavering clitty, and her lack of air, she yearned for nothing more than his approval and appreciation - after all, she practically belonged to him.

On and on she went, only pulling back just enough to get the occasional sip of air, until things came to a screeching halt. Feeling him shift, she peeked out at him with one eye. He smirked and motioned with a hand, mutely telling her that he’d had enough, and so she begrudgingly pushed herself up, freed her airway, and silently pouted.

“Don’t give me that face,” he whispered, the corners of his lips still turned up.

“B…but why’d you make me stop, Daddy?” she sulked. “I swear I’ll fit my knot in your beak…”

He rolled his eyes and shifted to his side, swinging a leg over her as he got to his knees and turned to face her. “As fun as that would be, I have something else in mind.”

With but a thought, a collar appeared in his outstretched paw. She inched closer, her intrigue eclipsing her woe, to read the little gold tag on the band of leather. Two little words, as innocuous as anything on their own, caused her to jam a taloned hand over her beak and stifle a whimper of pure delight.

She gazed up at his face, sniffling and fighting back tears of joy, as he leaned in and strapped the collar around his neck. “Does t…this mean what I t…think it means, Daddy?”

“Sure does, Honey bunches,” he affectionately responded. “Now be a good little thing and bend over for me - Daddy has a big, creamy load saved up all for you.”

Nearly tripping over herself as she spun around, she jammed her chest to the mattress, lifted her ass, and arched her back. As much as she would have liked to take things slow, she couldn’t bite back her enthusiasm. She spread and braced her hind legs, reached back, and prized her buns apart for him, while she peered back and watched him bring his cock to her entrance. At long last, feeling as though she’d waited an eternity, it was time to get down to the baby-making.

The spear-like tip touched her entrance, tauntingly running around her puffy, well-used rim, causing her to shiver in delight. It felt so hot - almost scorching against her that she nearly came from imagining what it would feel like once it was inside of her. Giving a needy whimper, bucking back against him, she kissed the head of his cock with her hole. He was the key and she was the lock, they were made for one another, and he was about to unlock her true destiny.

Giving the griffon’s rump a light smack, Discord steadied himself. “Beg for it…”

“Oh Daddy,” she groaned, “I want it so, so bad! I’ll do anything to be your little house hen!”

It was true, she meant every word of it. Her cute little clit could stay locked away forever, she’d bear him as many children as he wanted, and she’d pamper him in every conceivable way! Breakfast in bed, good morning blowjobs, making him dinner every night, and of course tending to his every masculine need. Her place was to make him happy, no matter what it took, and she’d be darned if she wasn’t going to do just that.

He snored behind her, grasping her broad, foal-bearing hips as he steadily sank his length into her rear. From the thick veins and ridges along his length to the way his shaft gradually grew broader towards its base, his tool felt absolutely incredible - better than she could have ever imagined. As he stopped mid-plunge, not even kissing his ,not to her entrance, he withdrew a portion of his cock, tightened his grip, and started rutting her in earnest.

With her eyelids fluttering and heart pounding in her bosom, she looked to the side and watched herself being claimed. The spectacle of such a magnificent beast plowing her was almost as phenomenal as the sensation of being rutted - almost. Her tits swung beneath her, her ass wobbled, and she could see ropes of pre-cum dangling from her miniscule chastity cage, but it wasn’t enough - she wanted more.

She turned her head and gazed back at him, flipping a feathered bang from her face. “H…harder, Daddy!”

“Such a needy little thing,” he tutted, draping his serpent-like body over her back and bringing his snout to her face, “but how could I say no to such a precious little thing?”

Nearly pulling his dick free, despite her clinging, well-trained pucker clamping down around him, he began pounding into her harder and faster than ever. His hips beat against her ass, rhythmically driving her body forward, as she howled out in ecstasy. The physical pleasure of being fucked was beyond measure, yet that was only a byproduct of the joy she felt from being made use of.

“I should have - Nnnph - done this a long time ago,” he grunted, drawing his forked tongue up her cheek.

His flattery and attention drove her onward, pushing her closer and closer to her limit and filling her with pride. “Y…you should - Aaaaahn - just keep me instead of Fluttershy.”

He slowed nearly to a halt, his eyes narrowing. “And why would I do that?”

Though a pang of fear shot through her. She hadn’t intended to upset him, although her selfish appeal seemed to have stricken a chord with him. Thinking fast, bucking back and screwing herself on his turgid length, she shifted her beak to his ear. Though she had no right to tell him what he should or shouldn’t do, there was still a chance that she could convince him to dump the demure pegasus.

“Does Fluttershy cook for you?” she asked, continuing to work his cock. His expression faltered for a fleeting instant, prompting her to continue. “Does she let you do her raw? Has she ever sucked that fat cock of yours clean after you have sex with her?”

His expression gradually shifted from one of annoyance to defeat, as she chipped away at his armor. He was a paragon of masculinity, practically a god, and he’d helped save Equestria on a number of occasions; if there was a single stud on the continent who deserved to be spoiled, it was him. Sensing his weakness, she went in for the kill.

Lifting her head ever so slightly, she blew hotly on his ear. “I’d give you everything she doesn’t…”

Her statement flipped a switch within him, as he began hammering her ass with renewed vigor. His clawed fingers hooked under her beak, turning her to face him, moments before he deeply and passionately kissed her. The second his tongue worked into her maw, nearly tickling her tonsils, she shuddered and came.

Thin, watery spunk gushed from her cage, painting her tits and the bed sheets beneath her, while her eyes rolled to the back of her head. There was no guarantee that he’d dump his marefriend for her, but she felt like she’d made a compelling argument - that and she had every intention of proving she was better than Fluttershy. While the Element of Kindness was a sweet pony, she was far too timid to be any good in the sack.

As her climax tapered off, she summoned her strength and fiercely threw her ass back to meet his plunges. His hands crept down her waist and to her abdomen, blindly groping and fondling her tits, until his fingers graced her nipples. Heaven above, the added stimulation was nearly enough to make her cum a second time!

“You like that?” he asked, breaking their kiss.

“Uh…uh-huh,” she sputtered, barely able to reply.

“In that case…” he trailed off.

Rearing back from atop her, he grabbed her hind legs and pulled her off the mattress. She yelped in surprise, looking around in a panic as he lifted her and stood. It only took her a split second to understand what he was doing, as he slipped his arms under her knees and got his feet under himself. Standing at his full height, holding her in a lewd parody of a wrestling hold, he immobilized her while keeping her impaled on his dick.

His face crept to the side of her head, drawing her attention over to him. “You wanna watch?”

She vigorously nodded, elated with the idea. “Yes! Yes, Daddy!”

He turned and faced the standing mirror, giving a small snap and bringing several cameras into existence in the process. “So we can memorialize such a special night.”

“Special night?” she parroted, her excitement mounting.

“Of course! It’s the night we start a family!” he exclaimed, nodding to the nearest camera. “Now be a good little hen and introduce yourself.”

Peering over at the lens and flashing red light, she grinned from ear to ear. “H…hi, I’m Gallus, Discord’s h…housewife and broodmare. Tonight he’s going to make me a mother!”

It would have been hard enough to speak without a camera, but seeing her reflection made it even more difficult. Her udders all but concealed her chaste clit, her stuffed hole flexed around his semi-buried length, and she could easily make out the imprint of his cock within her belly. She had no doubt that she’d use the videos to get off later, especially if or when he was away from the house, but that could wait for later - for now, it was time to get bred.

He steadied himself and lifted her, bringing her to the very tip of his length before thrusting up while slamming her down. If there was one thing in life she was a total slut for, it was being totally and completely manhandled in such a savage way. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, milk sprayed from her teat, and guttural groan escaped her, as he used her like a living, breathing sex-toy.

Though she couldn’t move and could only barely form a coherent thought, she clenched and relaxed her backdoor in tune with his plunges. Lost to her bliss, her lust-crazed mind wandered to what the future would hold for them. Thoughts of herself wearing a simple apron, making him lunch while heavily pregnant, drove her to the very brink.

It wasn’t long before she was rocked by a second climax, her useless jizz sputtering to the carpet, yet he didn’t slow - if anything, her quivering hole and rapturous wails drove him onward. Harder and harder, faster and faster, he fucked her like a savage beast in rut-lust. She couldn’t fathom how many times she ended up cumming, with what little spunk in her coin purse long since exhausted, until she felt it.

His heavy breaths, his frantic pace, and the way his shaft throbbed inside her meant he was reaching his limit. She tried - sweet ancestors, she tried to beg him to knot her, to cram every divine inch of his tool into her, but the most she could manage was a pitiable, incoherent mewling. It wasn’t until he was frantically railing her, his body covered in a sheen of sweat, was she granted her wish.

With one final plunge, bucking up while forcing her down, did he give her what she wanted. His grapefruit-sized knot only ground against her entrance for a moment until it popped into her welcoming confines. Having something so gargantuan inside her would have been enough to give her another orgasm, yet the pleasure of hilting him was only a prelude for what was to come. A scalding heat blossomed in her gut, as pints of his thick, virile essence flooded her guts.

Her mind went completely blank, shattered by the incomprehensible ecstasy of achieving her dream. She could all but see it, billions upon billions of his sperm searching for an egg to fertilize, and the vision gave her the most powerful climax of her life. With her rapturous wailing reaching the heavens, her belly steadily ballooned outward and swelled under the weight of his seed.

She had no way of knowing how long he’d held her there, having passed out from the sheer pleasure of the experience, but she eventually awoke on the bed. Groggily peering down at herself, she wearily smiled. She looked positively gravid, no different than a mare who was on the cusp of delivering triplets, and she took no small amount of pride from the sight.

The sensation of something in her ass told her that he’d plugged her with a toy, ensuring his potent cum would be able to marinate inside her for some time, but that didn’t bother her in the slightest. Not only did she enjoy being filled with so much jizz, but the idea that he wanted to see her prancing about in such a state made her feel tingly all over. Hearing a soft cough, she tore her eyes off herself, looked to the side, and found herself facing his semi-flaccid, spunk slathered dick.

Without saying a word, his knowing grin told her what was expected of her. She opened her beak and closed on him, licking and slurping the seed from his glorious length, as she caressed her tummy with a hand. Even if he didn’t ditch Fluttershy, she felt certain that she would be his number one side piece for the rest of her days - heck, maybe forever! Considering he had unlimited sorcerous might, there wasn’t much he couldn’t do with her.

After mopping every bit of cum from his length, she peeked up at him and rolled onto her back. He’d given her her body for a reason, so showing herself off for him was the least she could do. Pursing her lips and keeping her fingers crossed for a kiss, she squeezed her bosoms and sent milk spraying over the linens.

Much to her joy, he leaned in, briefly made out with her, and pulled back. “What do we say?”

The sight of a camera in his hand reminded her of what they’d done, the video they’d captured, and she giggled because of it. She wasn’t sure what his plans were for the recording, whether he intended to share the film or simply keep it for the two of them, but she wouldn’t mind sending it to her family and a few friends. While it may not have been as traditional as a wedding reception, she considered the moment of conception as or more important than nuptials - that and it was way hotter.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she purred, looking into the camera with a big, beautiful smile.

With the camera still trained on her, she lowered her head and began nursing on the tip of his cock. Yeah, there was no doubt about it, this was so much better than working at the changelings’ brothel. Getting dicked down for bits was fun and all, but being taken and knocked up by the Lord of Chaos was the best thing she’d ever done in her life…

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