“H...Hello?” Rainbow Dash called out, timidly taking a step forward.

Nothing but cool wisps of dimly lit fog surrounded her in every direction. It was bad enough that she could barely see anything, but she didn’t even know where she was. The last thing she remembered was lying down with her newest Daring Do novel, after having taken a shower. Somehow, as impossible as it seemed, she’d blinked and found herself in a hazy nothingness.

“Is anyone there?” the blue pegasus shouted, listening for any sort of response.

She’d already tried flying, though it hadn’t been useful in the slightest. The strange mist seemed to be pervasive, stretching on infinitely in every direction. For fear of losing track of where the ground was, she begrudgingly decided to stay on her two feet; after all, if she gave herself a hard landing, she’d be in an even worse spot.

Walking along, trying to find anything which could give her some clue as to what was going on, Dash tried to process what was happening. She was still wearing her t-shirt and gym shorts, which meant she could have been teleported, although her surroundings were outright bizarre. The ground, the only thing she’d been able to get a decent look at, almost appeared to be some sort of polished marble. With so little to work on, a curious notion crept to the fore.

“Luna? Luna, this isn’t a dream is it?” she groused, scrunching her snout.

Stopping dead, Dash listened intently for a reply. If she was dreaming, that could almost perfectly explain everything which was happening - almost. One of the more disconcerting things was just how real everything felt. All of her senses were working perfectly, she had on the same clothes as when she’d been reading on her bed, and it did not feel like a dream - for all the sense that made.

“Hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm,” an ominous humming filled the air, seemingly hitting the Wonderbolt from every direction. “Luna? No, not quite,” the lilting, velvety tone continued, almost mockingly.

A cold chill ran up Dash’s spine. She’d heard the voice before, but she’d prayed she’d never hear it again. To her horror, the fog parted before her, revealing an impossibly tall alicorn. Standing a full head and shoulders taller than her, the midnight blue princess glared down at her with cat-like cyan eyes. There was no doubt about it, somehow she’d stumbled across…

“Nightmare Moon…” Dash growled, knitting her brow. She could swear, the last time she had encountered the evil parody of Princess Luna, the alicorn hadn’t been nearly as large. Not only was Nightmare Moon far, far larger than she remembered, but she looked like she’d been hitting the gym a bit.

“As sharp as ever, I see,” the alicorn chuckled, slowly circling the lone pony.

“We’ve stopped you before and we’ll stop you again!” the pegasus boldly asserted, glowering up at the evil alicorn.

“We?” the Princess stopped, holding a hand to her chest in faked surprise. “My dear, sweet Dash, unless you have a mouse in your pocket, there is no we…” she snickered for a moment, before cutting herself off and shaking her head in amusement. “No, excuse me, I was mistaken. I did bring somebody you might enjoy seeing…”

A sharp, cruel laughter cut through the mist like a razor, leaving Dash to swallow hard. Taking a step back, listening to the noise growing closer and closer, she watched a second titanic figure step beside the cursed alicorn. Covered in pitch black hide, with a pair of insect-like wings fitfully buzzing at her back, the newcomer’s emerald gaze fixated on her.

“So good to see you Dash,” Queen Chrysalis chuckled, nodding her head in the pony’s direction.

At a loss, Dash’s eyes flew between the pair of evildoers. Though neither was armed or armored, each wearing a flowing silvery gown, their magic more than made up for any sort of weaponry. Not only were they two of the most powerful sorcerers she and her friends had ever dealt with, but they looked even bigger and stronger than before. Staying and fighting would be suicide - no, she had to escape.

“Leaving so soon?” Nightmare Moon inquired, cocking her head to the side.

“N...No,” Dash blurted, her plan having been immediately stymied. If she had to guess, the alicorn had seen her muscles tense up in preparation to launch into the air, but it didn’t matter. “I was just - uh - doing a bit of stretching,” she hastily added, hoping to distract them for a moment.

“Nude yoga in front of guests? My, how bold,” Chrysalis snickered. “You wouldn’t mind if we join you, would you?”

Squinting, trying to make sense of the changeling’s words, Dash watched the two towering mares begin to nonchalantly undress. Casually slipping out of their dresses, Chrysalis and Nightmare Moon slowly exposed their chests. Evil or not, she had to admit, the pair of oversized villains each had an extremely nice rack. Glancing down at herself, reminded of how relatively flat her bust was, she gasped.

Besides the fact that her clothes were gone, disappearing in some instantaneous fashion without a trace, her rack was easily triple its normal size. Poking one bosom, feeling her finger press into the pillowy flesh of her tit, her suspicion was confirmed; somehow, for some fucking reason, she was now exceptionally stacked.

Her jugs were so big that she could no longer see her toes. Pivoting in place, curious to see what else about herself had changed, her eyes went wide with shock. Not only had her chest ballooned outward, but so had her rump and - as far as she could tell - her thighs. Holding her arms outward, she inspected her upper limbs. The toned muscle of a life spent training and exercising was gone, replaced by the soft, supple curves of a very feminine physique.

“B...but...wha...h...how did…” Dash stammered, feeling her face. Even her lips had filled out considerably, leaving her to assume she looked like…

“Such a delectable little strumpet,” Chrysalis snickered, engulfing the pegasus’ left shoulder and upper arm in her cleavage.

Looking up, utterly thrown off guard by the soft touch of the colossal changeling, Dash gulped. She’d been so distracted by her inexplicable transformation that she’d failed to notice the matriarch’s approach. The sensation of something soft and warm caressing her back was all the warning she had, as Nightmare Moon joined her fiendish friend. Sandwiched betwixt the two massive mares, she squirmed helplessly.

“Hey! Quit!” Dash squawked in protest.

Hell, she even felt more frail than usual, although that may have been due to being so much smaller than the ne'er do wells. In the blink of an eye, adjusting her positioning, Chrysalis faced her equally large counterpart. Considering how short she was, in comparison to the evil duo, her face was smashed between the four bosoms of her tormentors.

“She’s awfully cute when she’s flustered,” Nightmare Moon noted, affectionately brushing her fingers through the mare’s prismatic mane.

“No I’m…” Dash faltered, as she felt something hot and rigid pressing against her tush. Trapped as she was, it was impossible for her to see what was prodding her. Craning her head back, doing what she could to look at the alicorn’s face, she smiled nervously. “W...Why does it feel like something is rubbing against my butt?”

Nightmare Moon blushed for a moment, before the barest hint of a smile graced her pouting lips. “Well, dearest Dash, that’s because there is!” she brazenly asserted, flashing a toothy grin down at the tiny mare.

Laughing in unison, Chrysalis and Nightmare Moon stepped back from the pegasus and trotted some dozen paces away. Situated where she was, Dash was only able to get a look at their bare backsides, but something about their tone had left her nervous. Looking to one another, each giving a subtle nod, the pair turned, pressed their hips together, and faced the Wonderbolt.

Dash’s jaw practically hit the floor, as her eyes drifted to the baddie’s loins. Both Nightmare Moon and Chrysalis each had an absolutely prodigious length of stallionhood hanging from their crotches; while the former’s was a dark indigo, the latter’s was a vibrant green. The twin units were roughly the same size, nearly as long as her arm and thicker than her wrist, and easily the biggest set of cocks she’d ever laid her eyes upon.

She’d seen a few - well, more than a few pornos involving mares with dicks, though she’d never seen one in person. It wasn’t her fault for being so turned on by futas - she just found them sexy! Mouth agape, a spark of depraved interest and arousal shot through her. Regardless of whether or not they were her enemies, each having nearly subjugated all of pony society, the duo were undeniably attractive.

“So, my little sweet, you’d mentioned doing a bit of stretching?” Chrysalis purred, languidly stroking the base of her semi-flaccid tool. “Perhaps Nightmare Moon and I could offer some assistance…”

Unsure of how to react, attempting to process everything that was happening, Dash kept her mouth shut. There she was, standing in some mysterious and misty environment, facing two of the biggest threats Equestria; that, in and of itself, wasn’t nearly as bizarre as the fact that both of the villains were now obscenely well hung dickmares and she was exceptionally busty and curvaceous.

“Just...give me a second,” Dash muttered, pinching the bridge of her snout. Even if she tried to escape, she probably wouldn’t get too far. Closing her eyes, trying to think of the best way to handle the situation, she tapped her foot in frustration.

“Oh dear, it seems like she may be a bit confused,” NIghtmare Moon commented, glancing over to her shapeshifting counterpart.

“Indeed, maybe we should help the poor thing,” Chrysalis offered, taking a step in Dash’s direction.

“H...Hey! You two stay right there!” the Wonderbolt protested, trying and failing not to look at their swaying stallionhoods.

“Oh come now, Dash, you have nothing to worry about,” Nightmare Moon nonchalantly explained, flippantly waving away the pegasus’ concern. Inching closer, she rested a hand on Dash’s shoulder and suddenly pushed her back. “How about you have a seat.”

Flailing for a moment, fearing she was about to fall, Dash was thrown off balance. As fate would have it, she didn’t go far, as she inexplicably found herself seated on something warm and soft. Peering to the side, utterly perplexed by what she’d landed on, she found herself resting on the edge of a large, exceptionally comfortable mattress. Looking up, she was greeted by the sight of Nightmare Moon and Chrysalis’ groins, she was roughly eye level with their midsections.

Shuffling forward, the dickmares brought their dangling, meaty appendages to the Wonderbolt’s face. Slowly, almost affectionately, they pushed their equipment to the pegasus’ cheeks. The titans gazed down at her, wolfish smirks upon their faces, as they gently bucked and gyrated on the sides of her muzzle.

Feeling the sublime heat of the villain’s tools against her was bad, but the divine smell was exponentially worse. Passively breathing in the ambrosial cocktail of Chrysalis and Nightmare Moon’s musk, Dash shuddered. Like a dog finding a scent, she sniffed the air, allowing the aroma to flood her sinuses. While the alicorn smelled a bit like lilac and lavender, the changeling’s fragrance was vaguely reminiscent of an exotic fruit.

As her thoughts drifted, she felt her mouth start to water and loins begin to ache. Closing her eyes, savoring the bouquet of the towering women, a sudden laughter snapped her back to the present. As Chrysalis and Nightmare Moon started to giggle, she glowered back at them.

“I didn’t ask you to shove your musky junk in my face!” Dash fussed, leering between them.

“Well, if you didn’t like it…” Chrysalis began, leaning in and bringing her muzzle to Dash’s ear, “why did you just sit there…”

“You could have asked us to stop or moved away,” Nightmare Moon added, moving to the other side of the pegasus’ head, “but you didn’t, did you…”

“I...I…I...” Dash sputtered, struggling to form a cohesive statement.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t have refused their advances, it was the fact that they’d been right. If she truly had objected to rubbing her face on a pair of big, fat, sinfully hot stallionhoods, she could have easily voiced a protest or fled, yet she hadn’t. She sat there like a filly on prom night, her pulse quickening with every passing second, as she imagined how those twin fuck-sticks would feel inside of her.

“She clearly isn’t interested,” Chrysalis huffed, standing to her full height and crossing her arms under her breasts.

“I’m afraid you might be right,” Nightmare Moon sighed, steadily pushing herself up. “As much as I would’ve loved to feel you around my length, alas, I guess it isn’t meant to be,” she lamented, turning away. “Come, Chrysalis, let us go seek out the Princess of Friendship. She would certainly appreciate a bedding with the likes of us…”

“Indeed,” the changeling concurred, walking to the dark alicorn’s side. “Surely she would leap at the chance to make new friends…”

Watching the two living goddesses flee, Dash’s mind raced. As reluctant as she was to admit it, there was no denying her body’s reaction. Her slick and humid marehood seized, angrily begging her to give in to temptation. Even if they went and fooled around with Twilight, it wasn’t exactly like the nerdy alicorn could appreciate a good rutting - for buck’s sake, she’d never shown an interest in anything other than books!

“W...wait!” Dash bleated, reaching for the pair. “I… - Cough - If you stay, what would you do?” Fidgeting slightly, observing the baddies turn and strut back to her, her heart fluttered.

“We’ve been looking for a very special pony to help us - a brood mother, of sorts,” Nightmare Moon commented, seating herself next to Dash.

“Why, we’ve searched all of Equestria to find the perfect mare,” Chrysalis continued, plopping down on the opposite side of the pegasus. “You’re strong, fast, the coolest mare we know,” she murmured, walking her fingers up the Wonderbolt’s upper leg. “And most importantly,” she whispered, her digits creeping to the mare’s inner thigh, “awesome…”

A shiver of excitement ran through Dash, under Chrysalis’ lilting words and soft touch. Rubbing her thighs together, keenly aware of the ache in her groin, she bashfully peeked up at the changeling. Before she could utter a word, Nightmare Moon reached over, cupped her bosom, and sunk her fingers into the soft flesh of her teat.

“They say you’re the fastest,” the alicorn cooed, shooting the mare a sultry wink, “so I wonder how long we’d be able to last with you.”

The slight provocation was the straw that broke the camel’s back - at least, that’s what Dash told herself. Between the undeniable beauty of the wicked dickmares, their obvious interest in her newfound and highly provocative body, and imagining just how insane it would be to get fucked by either of their massive dicks, her resolve withered. With a heavy, self-assured sigh, she reclined onto the mattress.

“Well, if I had to guess, you won’t be able to last too long,” Dash chuckled, her arrogance getting the better of her. Lying supine, peering down at the pair of evildoers, she rested her head on her hands. “I mean, I am the best,” she conceitedly added, hoping to egg them on.

She was absolutely positive that Nightmare Moon and Chrysalis were more hung than anycreature she’d ever seen - let alone bedded - which meant she’d likely be in for one hell of an intense experience. Though part of her realized she was poking the bear, potentially setting herself to be undone by her hubris, a different part of her yearned to be held down and given a rough fucking.

Seeing the villains nod and push themselves up, she waited to see exactly what was going to happen. Lying across the width of the bed, with her tush perched on one side and her head resting on the other, she watched Nightmare Moon walk around the mattress. Feeling something grab her ankles, she peered down the valley of her bosoms.

Standing, slowly prying her legs apart, Chrysalis took a step forward. The changeling’s immense stallionhood ground over her crotch, allowing her to appreciate its heft and heat. Gnawing her lip, feeling her marehood clench and drool in anticipation, something heavy rested over her shoulder; glancing over, seeing it was the alicorn’s indigo appendage, her heart skipped a beat.

“Just let me know if you need a break,” Nightmare Moon instructed, softly pushing the pegasus’ head over the bed’s side. “Though, if you’re as amazing as you say, you shouldn’t have much to worry about.”

With the changeling’s member gliding over her nethers, occasionally giving her entrance a taunting prod, Dash craned her neck backward. Positioned as she was, with her head and neck resting over the edge of the mattress, she was roughly at eye level with the alicorn’s package. As intimidating as watching Nightmare Moon getting into position was, facing the absurdly fat tip of wicked Princess dick, she was more than ready - if nothing else, successfully servicing such an impressive tool would be an accomplishment in and of itself.

Opening her maw, she invited the alicorn to use her muzzle. The arrangement was damn near perfect, giving Nightmare Moon a straight shot down her gullet. Sweetly grasping her tits, steadying herself slightly, the monstrous dickmare pressed her hips forward. Dash’s lips stretched outward, as the broad head was driven into her snout. As the girthy member slid over her tongue, showing no signs of stopping, she took a deep breath to prepare herself.

As she inhaled through her nose, filling her nostrils yet again with the evil pony’s savory scent, Chrysalis seized the moment. The sensation of something massive grinding against her marehood lasted only a moment, before her sex yielded to the amazonian changeling. A muffled gasp escaped her, while her depths were steadily invaded by the immense tool.

Either Nightmare Moon had sensed her moment of weakness or it had been just plain old bad luck - either way, the alicorn brazenly stepped closer and rammed nearly two-thirds of her length into Dash’s face. Steadily being impaled at each end, her body struggled to cope with the two titanic intruders. Despite having her airway choked, the feeling of something so unquestionably gigantic filling her cunt was overpowering.

“If becomes a little too much to bear, feel free to assist yourself. I promise, we wouldn’t…” Chrysalis trailed off, watching Dash set upon herself.

The Wonderbolt’s right hand flew to her chest, angrily tweaking and pinching one nipple, while her left sailed to her groin. Her fingers slid over the cock languidly plunging into her, savoring the velvety sensation of the changeling’s flesh under her finger tips, before moving to her clit. Rubbing the delicate bud, she bucked and gyrated her hips.

“She seems rather keen on the notion!” Nightmare Moon laughed, withdrawing a bit of her length. Tweaking Dash’s free teat, eliciting a gurgled groan from the mare, she started slowly thrusting.

Chrysalis silently watched the display and braced her legs. Glancing downward, seeing how utterly stuffed the pegasus’ snatch was, she started thrusting. Taking her time, delving incrementally deeper with every buck of her hips, she relished Dash’s silken and supremely snug interior. Fondling one bosom, while keeping her other hand firmly on the mare’s hip, she began to pick up speed.

Grabbing the pegasus’ throat, Nightmare Moon swabbed Dash’s esophagus. Back and forth, in and out, her girthy shaft plumbed the mare’s airway. Squeezing her fingers, effectively giving herself a hand job while choking the girl, she snorted. Before long, she and her fellow dickmare were rhythmically pistoning into their significantly smaller partner.

Any sensation of Dash’s discomfort or fear was wholly eclipsed by the sheer intensity of being used as a living, breathing fuck-toy. Every thrust into her face or snatch sent lightning bolts of pleasure rocketing through her frame. It might have been due to the size of the dickmares, or possibly because of whatever magic turned her into a bombshell, but everything felt amazing. She wished for nothing more than for the evildoers to continue, so she spurred them on.

Pinned as she was, rocking between her strong lovers’ thrusts, there wasn’t much she could do to reciprocate - still, she wasn’t totally helpless. Pursing her lips, she mopped Nightmare Moon’s dick with every backstroke, coating her tongue in the salty, earthy flavors of the alicorn’s pre-cum. Not wanting to ignore Chrysalis, she rested her heels on the changeling’s hips and gave the tall woman a tug; though she couldn’t take a more active role, at least she could show enthusiasm.

Taking the hint, the changeling pulled out all the stops. Grabbing the mare’s ankles, spreading them and pulling them into the air, she pounded Dash like a colt on prom night. If the pegasus wanted it rough - so help her - that’s exactly what she was going to get. Like a train departing the station, the speed of her thrusts increased with each passing second.

With a grunt of frustration, Nightmare Moon restrained herself. Glancing up at Chrysalis, noticing the changeling matriarch fucking away with reckless abandon, she placed both hands on the pegasus’ teats. With her member pistoning the mare’s gullet, she massaged the mare’s heavy mammaries; they were relatively large, although perhaps they could use a bit more improvement…

The only thing Dash could see was the rhythmic pistoning of Nightmare Moon’s hips - that was, until the alicorn stepped forward. As the final few inches of horse cock were crammed into her maw, the dickmare’s ripe, heavy nuts slapped against her face. Virtually blind, with the plump testes steadily colliding with her face, the only sign that something was happening came when she felt an additional weight on her chest.

Though it was impossible for the pegasus to tell what was happening, considering the only thing she could see was a pair of alicorn balls, her chest ballooned outward. Her bosoms swelled to obscenely large proportions, each ending up larger than her head. The pair of dickmares chuckled, pleased with their sorcerous enhancement of the mare, as their pace quickened.

Jackhammering Dash’s cunt, Chrysalis huffed fervently. Rearing her hips back, while tightly grasping Dash’s hips, she rammed every inch of herself into the Wonderbolt. The tip of her length, which had been pounding against the mare’s cervix, was unstoppable; plunging into the girl’s womb, she fully hilted herself. With her heart thundering in her chest, she came.

Screwing her eyes shut, knowing her time had come, the changeling gritted her teeth. The entirety of her shaft throbbed violently, stretching Dash’s confines with each pulse, though this wasn’t a regular orgasm. Dozens of eggs wormed through her length and into the pegasus’ fertile womb. Grinning wickedly, savoring the pleasure of turning the cocky Wonderbolt into a broodmare, she rode out her climax.

Truth be told, Dash couldn’t say when she’d had her first orgasm; it may have been when her womb was penetrated or maybe it happened when the changeling came inside of her - regardless, she was pushed past the brink. The sensation of being used in such a way, paired with the lack of oxygen, was the most profound thing she’d ever experienced. Writhing, squirting her climactic nectar onto the bed, she gagged around the alicorn’s prick.

To say she’d never cum so hard in her life would be a pitiful understatement. It felt like every nerve within her was crying out, burning with incomprehensible pleasure. Every part of her trembled uncontrollably, as if on the verge of an outright seizure, yet it was the most blissful thing she’d ever suffered through. Still, overshadowing it all, she couldn’t help but wonder how all of it was possible.

For starters, though she wasn’t keeping time, it felt like she hadn’t taken a breath for several minutes; her lungs burned, yes, but she would have thought that choking would be less pleasant. Another mystery was how her body had been able to accommodate a pair of dicks nearly the size of an arm. As much as she would like explanations, they didn’t matter - all she cared about was the downright godly rapture wracking her mind and body.

Stepping back, dragging every inch of her glorious length from Dash’s throat, Nightmare Moon peered down at her pint-sized paramour. Patting the girl’s cheek, delighting in the cum drunk look on her face, she snickered. “Having fun?” she affectionately asked, nonchalantly stroking her diamond hard member.

“Y...you - Cough - you didn’t cu-Oooooh BUCK!” Dash croaked, being rocked by a second climax. Though the alicorn had given her a brief reprieve, the changeling wasn’t quite finished with her.

“Didn’t cum? No, but that’s part of the plan,” Nightmare Moon explained. “Do you know what she’s doing with you?” she continued, pointing towards the wheezing changeling.

“No? I just - Mmmmph - thought she was cumming,” Dash responded, feeling a very distinctive warmth in her abdomen.

“Yes and no. She is having an orgasm, but she’d depositing a clutch of eggs inside you - eggs which I have every intention of seeding,” the alicorn stated, walking to the opposite side of the bed. “Almost done?” she inquired, slipping her hands around Chrysalis’ chest to fondle the changeling’s tits.

Nodding, feeling the final egg Pop into the mare’s uterus, Chrysalis started to haul her length from Dash’s abused cunt. Inch after inch of her brightly colored shaft slipped from the girl’s depths, until its blunt tip pulled free. Though there was a distinct lack of leaking foal batter, a few gobbets of thick, viscous green jelly slipped from the pegasus’ now gaping sex.

“I feel like a change of position is in order. Dash, be a dear and get onto your hands and knees for us,” Nightmare Moon mused.

Hungry for more, Dash did as she was asked. Shakily pushing herself up, into a seated position, she gazed down at herself. Not only had her bosoms expanded considerably, but her belly was heavily distended as well. Massaging her stomach, marveling at how full she was, an impatient snap drew her attention back to the two villainous dickmares.

Lounging against one another, lazily stroking each other off, Nightmare Moon and Chrysalis peered down at her. Wiping her chin, yearning to continue servicing the duo, she obediently got into position. Given the size of the bed, she got onto all fours lengthwise on the mattress. Apparently pleased with her efforts, the pair of baddies began to move.

“Fill her up,” the changeling laughed, patting Nightmare Moon’s shoulder. Crawling onto the bed, situating herself at the pegasus’ head, she peered down at Dash’s face. “Tell us you want it,” she demanded, smearing her slickened tool against the mare’s lips.

Feeling the bed shift, Dash craned her neck downward to see Nightmare Moon shuffling behind her; past her massive breasts and swollen belly, the midnight dickmare’s thighs and pendulous balls could be seen. Celestia only knew how much virile spunk those glorious nuts held, but she was determined to find out.

“P...Please,” she stammered, looking up to Chrysalis’ face, “I...I want you two to fuck me more.”

“Come now, that wasn’t very convincing…” Nightmare Moon purred, taunting the Wonderbolt’s entrance with the broad tip of her length.

“Please!” Dash pleaded, her marehood pining to filled. “I...I’ll do anything! Make me your broodmare already and buck my br-Mmmph!” her wanton request was cut off, as her mouth was filled with glorious changeling meat.

Wasting no time, seeing her partner seize the moment, Nightmare Moon drove her hips forward. Grabbing the pegaus’ waist, she started bucking her hips. Despite having just been rutted and egged by Chrysalis, the mare’s cunt was still surprisingly snug and inviting. Glancing downward, past her swaying rack, she watched her indigo length disappear and reappear from the girl’s confines.

Braced on all fours, Dash had even less control in her new position. Locking her arms out, doing what she could to stay steady, her body lurched back and forth between the dickmare’s. Each time one thrusted, she was driven into the other. Her sex, packed to the brim with alicorn cock, quivered with bliss, while the changeling made use of her muzzle.

Being plowed by the evildoers was unlike any other carnal experience she’d ever had. She’d surrendered herself to them in every conceivable way, allowing them to use her like some two bit whore, yet she loved every second of it. As much as she hated to accept the fact that it was amazing, the facts were undeniable; her body was made to be bred, leaving her regretful for not realizing it sooner.

Seizing the initiative and clenching her pelvic muscles, Dash rocked back to meet Nightmare Moon’s plunges. Steadying herself on one arm, she reached up and clutched her throat; all the while, the nipples of her udder-like tits brushed against the blankets below, adding yet another layer of stimulation to the experience. Fortunately, her efforts didn’t go unrewarded.

“Such - Mmmmn - enthusiasm,” Chrysalis grunted, combing her fingers through the Pegasus’ hair.

“She’ll certainly make a - Aaaaaaaah - fine mother for our foals,” Nightmare Moon added, hissing with delight.

Squeezing her gullet, Dash clamped her hand around her neck. The lack of air, the raw intensity of being spitroasted by the two delinquents, and feeling so full of dick was beyond compare. Whether or not she would have been able to handle such treatment without her new curvaceous body was unknown, yet it didn’t matter. There she was, pinned between the duo of dickmares, being fucked like the busty slut she always wished she was.

Yes, it was true, some part of her had always wondered what it would be like to get rutted as some buxom bimbo. While she would never admit to such a scandalous fact, she’d gotten off to the notion on numerous occasions. It was almost like her deepest, darkest desires had come true and she never wanted it to end.

The eggs gently jostling around in her packed womb was simply the icing on the cake; it was an odd sensation, to be sure, though a strangely pleasant one. The idea of knowing she was full of the ovum, realizing she would serve as an incubator for the hybrid offspring of the living demigods, was enough to push her closer to yet another climax. As if sensing her thoughts, her body began to quake with delight.

Little by little, the alicorn and changeling accelerated. While Nightmare Moon humped away like a savage beast, since she had been holding back until she could blow her load deep into the pegasus’ succulent marehood, Chrysalis’ motions were just as fervent. Glancing to one another, giving a subtle nod of acknowledgement, they simultaneously reared back, held Dash firm, and thrusted with every ounce of strength they had.

The moment the two dickmares concurrently hammered themselves inside of Dash, she came with tectonic force. Try as she might, fighting tooth and nail to stay upright, she faltered. Her legs gave out, her arms fell limp, yet somehow she stayed in place. Though she was only dimly aware of it, suffering through sanity fracturing bliss, her body was held aloft by her pair of partners.

Seeing the pegasus go slack, Chrysalis and Nightmare Moon started fucking the girl with full force. Uncaring for Dash’s well-being, seeking to sate their lustful urges, they rutted her like a flimsy sex toy. Wincing, snarling, growling and huffing, the duo impaled her from both ends. On the particularly forceful plunges, as the Wonderbolt’s insides conformed and warped to accommodate their girth, the tips of their tools virtually kissed within her.

“A - Huff - Almost there,” Chrysalis panted, clenching her jaw.

Nightmare Moon wasn’t so gracious as to vocalize. Ramming her entirety into Dash, forcing the bloated head of her cock into the girl’s womb, she threw her head back and roared. Pulling taut to her loin, her testes unloaded pints of hot, rich, fertile spunk into the pegasus. Staying hilted, ensuring every last drop bathed the small mare’s insides, she felt the Wonderbolt squirm around her.

The influx of alicorn seed was beyond mortal comprehension. Were she able to cry out, she would have; but her airway was choked with throbbing changeling dick. The heat - sweet Celestia - the heat of Nightmare Moon’s jizz was insane. Her gut sagged, distending until it pressed against the mattress, while she was used as a literal cum dumpster. As fate would have it, little did she know, Chrysalis wasn’t far behind.

Hissing, cramming every inch of her shaft into Dash’s snout, the changeling Queen disgorged a second load of eggs. Each ovum, roughly the size of a chicken egg, wormed over Dash’s tongue, through her esophagus, and was dumped into her stomach. Gurgling angrily, under the load of a second batch of potential shapeshifter spawn, her belly expanded even further. As her eyes wildly rolled to the back of her head, while trying and failing to comprehend the nirvana in which she found herself, reality slipped from Dash’s grasp.

Looking like a mare nine months pregnant, squirting and convulsing in the fierce grip of daisy-chained climaxes, she collapsed to the bed. Eggs and/or seed gushed from each end, as the dickmare’s tools slipped from her maw and marehood, leaving her to shiver in a warm, sticky pool of cum, viscous changeling fluids, and feminine nectar. With the world closing in around her, hearing the contented chuckle of the villains, she blacked out.

Gasping for breath, Rainbow Dash bolted upright in bed. The light of the rising sun peeked through her window, only adding to her confusion. The last thing she knew, she’d been fucked into a coma by a duo of ne'er-do-wells in some mysterious…

Throwing the covers off her body, coming to grips with what had happened, Dash inspected herself. Nothing had changed, her toned physique was the same as it had always been, even if her nipples were so hard they could cut diamond. Glancing to her groin, seeing the rosy, wet, and engorged lips of her entrance, she scrunched her snout.

With a heavy sigh, she flopped onto her back and clutched one breast. Twisting her nipple, suppressing a groan of delight, her free hand crept to her crotch. Dream or not, the fantasy had given her the perfect excuse to start the day by rubbing one out…