“Do you think he got the letter?” Rainbow Dash asked nervously.
“I... don’t know,” Twilight replied, sitting uselessly beside her incantation circle in the dim gloom of the shuttered library’s front lobby. “It should have worked, but it’s all theoretical at this point. I always counted on Spike to send my messages, I never took the time to experiment with it myself.”
The worried librarian had all the pieces together now, except for one. Scootaloo. She needed him more than ever, but she couldn’t go outside, not with what that... thing was going to do to her. And to Rainbow Dash. Twilight had to protect Rainbow Dash, and wait, and the increasingly anxious Dash looked like she just wanted to fly right through the wall and never stop until she was in Saddle Arabia.
It sounded like Baphomet was coming closer again. Perhaps this time, he’d tear open the library, and find the prize he sought. Twilight tried to think of her options. If she could get Dash before she saw it, she might be able to teleport her to relative safety, but Twilight wasn’t sure of that spell’s safety yet, or how quickly she could cast it. She could... try an enchanted sleep? But thinking her magic could outperform this monstrous being was just crazy talk.
A commotion outside begin to be audible, as the ponies on the periphery of the orgy were having trouble. A body struck the wooden wall, and there were two eager screeches that both ended abruptly with a sound bearing a peculiar similarity to coconuts knocking together. Then somepony was abruptly pounding on the front door of the library.
“Twilight!” Scootaloo’s muffled voice came. “Let me i—” Twilight yanked the door open and telekinetically dragged him into the library. “—n. Hey!” he squawked, as the door slammed shut behind him, and locked, and then locked again. And there he was, standing here in the library safe, and sound. Twilight almost couldn’t believe it. The final piece to the puzzle. The key to their recovery and comeback: a little grape maned, pumpkin orange pegasus foal, who had been more in the business of making a foal than being a foal this past month.
“Wow,” Scootaloo said, looking around at his enclosed surroundings, eyes lighting on Twilight and Rainbow Dash. “That went a lot better than I expected.”
“Ohh this is so exciting!” Twilight said cheerfully, jumping to her hooves and hurrying over to him. “We’re going to make a double reinforced demonic seal vortex disruptor!” she explained excitedly, herding him along, “Now hurry up I need you to get in your places. Rainbow Dash, you stand here, and Scootaloo, you... go here.”
Twilight took the liberty of levitating Scootaloo right to the center of the salt circle, so he wouldn’t scuff it. Rainbow Dash took her place at the apogee, and Twilight on the crux position. Twilight lit up her horn, and in the dim light of the room made it especially dramatic, the shimmering magenta glow casting flickering shadows as Twilight poured on the power. She directed her magic like an old friend, infusing the salt kernels and making the whole diagram glow with the sureity of a prescripted incantation. Everything was perfect. She just needed one more thing, and it would all be complete.
Scootaloo was looking around at the pretty glowing diagram with awe, while Rainbow Dash was looking nervously sideways, likely feeling the amphoric effect of the incantation on her. Twilight looked between the two of them with a grim, but confident expression.
“Okay, I’m going to need you two to face each other,” Twilight called out over the shimmering sound of a spell resonance.
They did so, and Twilight smiled. “That’s perfect,” she said. “Now kiss.”
Predictably, both ponies immediately blushed at that, which was perfectly acceptable, but Rainbow Dash shrank back, turning to Twilight and asking her in amazement, “W-what?!”
“I need you to kiss!” Twilight urged. “Just a nice, friendly, chaste kiss, that will seal the relationship between you and him as husband and wife, metaphorically.”
“I can’t kiss him!” Rainbow Dash squeaked. “How can you just ask me to kiss him, just like that?”
“What’s wrong with me?” Scootaloo pouted.
“Nothing!” Rainbow said, snapping to face him nervously. “Nothing’s wrong with you! I just—it was just—I was saving myself for the right pony!”
In the giddy euphoria of high magic, Twilight must have been hearing things. “I’m sorry, Rainbow Dash, but did you say you were saving yourself?” she asked incredulously.
Rainbow gulped, and backed up another step. “I... uh... I’m just not all that big on kissing, you know. I just um...”
“You fucked him!” Twilight shouted angrily, the whole spell just fizzling out around them. “How could you be getting cold hooves now? It’s just a kiss!”
“I–I’m good at kissing, even if I can’t be a big um... stallion,” Scootaloo said self consciously.
“It’s different!” Dash insisted, red faced and looking frantically between both of them.
“How is it different?” Twilight demanded angrily. “Ponies have been inside you. Ponies have impregnated you! Well—one pony has, at any rate, and you’re looking at him! How could a kiss possibly be more intimate than—than that?!”
“It just is, okay?!” Rainbow Dash shouted, turning and trotting away from the circle, hunching and facing away from them, even her rainbow colored tail drooping.
Twilight groaned. “Come on Dash,” she chastised the stubborn pegasus, “I already know you’ve had sex with the entire weather team, and it’s no secret that you’ve been sexually active for years! Don’t tell me you’ve never—”
Dash was fighting to keep her chest from shaking, while her friend and Scootaloo both stared at her in astonishment. Tossing her head back, she said deliberately callously, “Well my dad kissed me a whole lot. He uh...” She looked at the floor again, saying what wasn’t exactly secret or anything, but ponies didn’t like to talk about it.
“He did things to me that he wasn’t supposed to,” she said. “And it’s no big deal or anything, but everypony thought it was a big deal, and I just sort of really don’t like kissing, okay?”
“Dash, I... didn’t know,” Twilight said guiltily. Why was she feeling guilty? Like she had anything to do with Rainbow Dash’s problems.
“It’s fine,” Dash said, folding her wings deliberately, and turning around again. They were still looking at her... judging her, and him. “Everypony makes such a big deal out of it, and I’m fine. Nothing wrong with me! I turned out great!”
“But you don’t want to kiss Scootaloo,” Twilight said unsympathetically. “You know what’s at stake here.”
“I know!” Rainbow Dash said stomping in frustration. “I’m totally gonna kiss him but I just never found anypony who—argh, it’s so stupid. You’ll laugh.”
Twilight looked at Scootaloo, and said, “Can you wait right there, just a second?”
“Won’t move a feather!” Scootaloo assured her confidently, standing at attention.
Twilight came over to Rainbow Dash with a flatly calm composure and took her aside, saying to the pegasus mare simply, “Try me.”
Well maybe she wouldn’t laugh? It was Twilight after all. She had a terrible sense of humor.
“I sort of...” Dash started blushing again. “My dad was really, really... good at kissing, okay?” she told Twilight quietly. “I—I guess it messed me up, because every time I kissed a stallion, I just wished it was... I wished I could see him again.”
“You haven’t seen him?” Twilight asked cautiously.
“Well yeah, that’s sorta what prison’s all about,” Rainbow Dash drawled. “I saw him when I got to be an adult and all, but it’d been so long, and... you know, little window with bars over it. Not exactly a tender reunion.”
“What about before that?” Twilight asked even more nervously. And Dash really didn’t get what was going on with her. She squinted at Twilight, trying to see if the unicorn was leading her on or something. But Twilight just looked... confused.
“Before that, my mom and my grandma,” Rainbow Dash emphasized, “And aunts, and uncle said that it was a bad influence to let me continue to... I dunno, hang out with him or something. Like, ever. Complete idiots. Listen, can we just stop? I had a terrible childhood I get it. I just got a little surprised is all, and we can totally k-kiss. No problem.”
“Of course, Rainbow,” Twilight said frankly. “But if you ever do want to talk about it, I’ll here to listen. You don’t have to just... keep it inside until... bad things happen.”
“Okay Twi, but could we maybe wait until after we’ve saved Equestria?” Rainbow said in a strained tone. “This really isn’t the best time!”
“I guess that depends,” Twilight replied, pursing her pretty purple lips that Rainbow Dash wasn’t even thinking about kissing now. “Are you ready to kiss Scootaloo?”
“Yeah, I won’t screw up again,” Rainbow Dash assured her, then trotted back over to the circle. “So I just stand on the... funny dizzy place?”
“It’s called the apogee, and yes. Let’s hurry this up,” Dash’s magically inclined friend said, cantering past Rainbow Dash to stand at her position and once again lighting up her horn.
It was fancy unicorn magic and all, and it was really pretty and sparkly, but it really did make Rainbow Dash feel kind of uncomfortable. It was sort of like she was going to start laughing and crying at the same time, or something. She tried not to fidget as Twilight’s salt... magic thing crawled up her flesh and infused her being. Same thing with Scootaloo, though probably not as much. He wasn’t the one who gave birth to a demon after all.
“Are you really okay with it?” Scootaloo asked Rainbow Dash worriedly amid the motes of magenta light. “I don’t want to make you do things like last time, when you d-didn’t want to do colts.”
“Look, I swear I will never do anything like that to you again,” Rainbow Dash said worriedly. For some reason Scootaloo looked utterly crestfallen at this, but she had no idea what that was about. “The next time we do it, it’ll be safer than a hoof bump,” she said, “I’m not gonna be even thinking about saddling you with a foal like I did. That was just... really messed up.”
And then Scootaloo seemed completely uncrestfallen, looking at her with starry eyes. “The next time?” he asked. Oh. Oh yeah, Rainbow Dash did go and say that, didn’t she.
“Don’t get the wrong idea squirt, I love ya to pieces, I just don’t know if we really want to start anything because it’s not exactly legally—”
“Alright, now’s when you kiss,” Twilight said abruptly, as she finished her spell thing. Dash found herself blushing again, as she looked into Scootaloo’s seeking eyes.
“On the lips,” Twilight specified. As if it were as innocent a request as asking Dash to pick up some bread at the store. Twilight was really... clueless about that stuff actually.
Anyway, so Rainbow Dash leaned forward and... leaned down really, because Scootaloo was definitely a foal, even if he was a colt. His very first heat, and she totally fucked him. That had to be some kind of academy record. Anyway, she pursed her lips, then touched his lips with them, then thought better of it and tilted her head aside, bringing their mouths together. Scootaloo about melted into the kiss, his eyes slipping closed, and his breath coming in stiff through his nose. And Rainbow Dash... was kissing him.
It wasn’t as good as she wanted it to be.
Hurriedly, Rainbow Dash pulled free of him, flustering her wings, and trying to settle down. Scootaloo was pretty busy anyway, as Twilight’s spell coruscated around him, and finished doing the thing that it was supposed to do. And wham bam zam, the demon was defeated! No, just kidding.
The pink light faded, and Twilight’s voice sounded out confidently, “There. It’s done.” Scootaloo descended to the ground, no longer in the grips of that magic... thing, and looked up at Twilight, asking,
“Is he defeated then?”
“Oh,” Twilight said casually, “No, but it’s relatively simple at this point. All you have to do is touch him, and his shield will be broken.”
Scootaloo stared at her.
“I’ve been conferring with them, and the princesses are staying well away from a creature like this,” Twilight went on, “But I know Celestia has been doing everything she can to defeat it, as sure as it’s been high noon for the last 5 hours and 26 minutes. I don’t even want to think about what’ll happen to him if his sorcery is broken. Nothing good, no doubt.”
“Twilight,” Scootaloo spoke up urgently. “Twilight, how am I going to touch him?”
Twilight blinked at Scootaloo. “With your hoof?” she asked uneasily, lifting a hoof in demonstration.
“He’s surrounded by an entire town of ponies, mostly mares!” Scootaloo exclaimed. “They almost got me twice on the way here! And it just gets worse the closer you get to him! They’d tear me apart!”
Twilight’s eye twitched.
“No problem! We’ll just...” she said too cheerfully, then turned and walked off stiffly and returned with a book. “We’ll just figure out a way to get you to where he is,” Twilight said, flipping swiftly through the pages of the book as she read, “Swiftly enough that nopony can fly up and intercept you. If um... there has to be a...” she threw the book away, and dragged another one over in her magical aura.
“Can’t you just teleport him?” Rainbow asked in an aggrivated tone.
“Why does everypony think I can teleport ponies around willy nilly!” Twilight exclaimed in frustration, dropping the book. “It was one time! I don’t even know what I did!”
“Wasn’t it two times?” Rainbow Dash countered. “You know, because of the time when Nightmare—”
“Yes, yes, two times, but the first I hadn’t even realized I was doing it,” Twilight spoke hastily, “I could, in theory teleport Scootaloo... somewhere, but those ponies are surrounding the demon! Even if I could teleport him anywhere in the vicinity without getting him splinched with other ponies nearby, he’d never survive their affections. Not with what that creature is doing to them.”
“I thought he had a magic sex shield, or something?” Scootaloo replied curiously.
“The orgy is what empowers the demon,” Twilight said helpfully to Scootaloo. “He preys on their sexual energy, and drinks deep of their insatiable lusts. They’re His strength and His shield.”
“So you mean we could stop this just by getting everypony to stop... sexing each other?” Rainbow Dash suggested.
Twilight shook her head, “No, I meant that they shield him, but his actual shield is arcanosexual in nature. It would severely reduce his power, yes, but there really is no way to stop those ponies without rendering them completely comatose. Scootaloo is really our ace in the hole here. All he has to do is touch the darn thing, and the demon’s terrible influence will fade, as he’s destroyed on all fronts by everything we can hit him with. But I can’t... with all those ponies around, it’s just impossible to teleport somepony into that. Nopony could do that!”
“What about above?” Scootaloo asked hopefully, “You could teleport me above and I’d just fall on him.”
“I don’t even know where the demon is, at the moment,” Twilight said, her ear flicking nervously at the rumbling ground, and the sounds of crashing, screams, moans, and explosions outside. “I can’t look at him either, to get an idea of where to drop you off. But there’s got to be a way, maybe we can...”
“I could fly him up there, no sweat,” Rainbow Dash suggested.
“No!” Twilight yelped frantically. “No,” she said more quietly, picking up her book again. “Even if He touches Scootaloo, He might not die right away. He could still... He could still make you His bride, so to speak. That power won’t be taken from him. You cannot look at the demon’s penis, under any circumstances.”
“Another pegasus, then?” Rainbow Dash whined exasperatedly.
Twilight frowned, and pulled out another book floating in front of her. “I’m sure there’s a way,” she said thoughtfully. “We just have to think about this rationally, and work out a careful step-by-step plan that puts us in the best position to succeed. I just need a little more ti—” there was a terrible cracking, groaning as the entire roof moved, breaking open as broad, scaly hands the size of ponies tore the Golden Oaks library in half, sending furniture and books, and bookcases raining and toppling all around them. Scootaloo dodged falling debris desperately as he tried to find Rainbow Dash and Twilight in all this. There was no sign of them. Had they escaped? Had she teleported them away? Scootaloo looked up at the sun. There was a demon in the way. He could swear Baphomet’s glittering, dark eyes alighted directly onto him from far up above.
The demon’s roar sent Scootaloo running for his life. “Buck, buck, buck!” he swore as the demon started throwing bookcases at him! Scootaloo struggled over a broken edge of the library trunk’s wall, just as something heavy thudded into it right below him. On the other side, he almost fell right away into a sea of bloodthirstily horny ponies, writhing and gesticulating below him. They weren’t even screaming, not all of them, most just mindlessly engaging in whatever sexual intercourse they could. Fucking, and fucking, and feeding the demon’s power.
Scootaloo saw his scooter amid that mass. Tensing up, Scootaloo leaped right into the fray. Hooves reached for him before they even saw him. Hot bodies surrounded him. He disappeared into that miasma of sweat, horse hair and body fluids.
He emerged seconds later, cresting out of the crowd like he was riding a wave, winging to save his life, literally! They tried to get his tail—he didn’t let them! He yanked free, and wheelied up over a couple who both tried to molest him on the spot. They were too slow. With his tail flagging behind him, Scootaloo buzzed up another fucking couple’s back, and another, and... and then he was riding on top of it.
Scootaloo was riding from pony to pony, without even touching the ground. The entire town was all packed into the square around the demon, all calling out now for Scootaloo’s... white stuff, but they couldn’t catch him! He dodged left and right, body surfing as he planed around atop this mass of color and fur. They couldn’t stop him! He could reach the demon like this! Scootaloo looked up at the collosal mountainous thing. All he had to do was touch it. All he had to do was... notice that the demon had two screaming ponies, one held in each... whatever you called those multi-hoof front leg things.
Scootaloo’s eyes widened in fear, and he veered away from the demon not a second too soon. A pony crashed down from above into the place where he had just been. Another hurtled through the air, giving an an undignified squawk as it clobbered its fellows beside Scootaloo. Scootaloo didn’t even see whether they were a stallion or a mare. Just that they were a lot bigger, and heavier than him. Scootaloo got past the crowd, soon riding on the blissfully ordinary dirt, when he dodged a sudden apprehensive feeling, and another body smashed to the ground right next to him. The pony—a green mare he didn’t recognize, immediately reached for him and had one word on her lips, in her soaked, sweating, shivering form.
“Help!” she begged, trying desperately to destroy him. Scootaloo kicked her in the face.
He wished he was better at kicking, because it got her away from him, but it wouldn’t knock her out, so she was still going to feel like that... forever if he couldn’t get close to that demon. But he was going away from it now. It was just too dangerous to get close! Scootaloo had to help all those ponies. He had to help—keep it from finding Rainbow Dash, and doing something awful to her! Make her His bride? What does that even mean? Scootaloo didn’t know, but he knew that more importantly than anything he’d ever done, he had to touch that demon’s scaly blistering hide. How was he going to do it though? What was he going to do?
The tears that threatened to come to his eyes didn’t give Scootaloo any more answers than he already didn’t have. He just... he couldn’t take this anymore. He was just a colt. He couldn’t be this big... pony saving hero. He didn’t know what to do, so he went with the only thing he knew how to do. Scooting fast as he could, Scootaloo headed for the Apple orchards, and the clubhouse, where he really hoped his friends had a better idea than him about what to do. Even if they were just foals... too.
Neither Apple Bloom nor Sweetie Belle wanted to have much in terms of sex, anymore. It was so peaceful and quiet in the Cutie Mark Crusaders clubhouse, you could scarcely believe that there was such a tumult going on in Ponyville right now. Apple Bloom at least had Dinky, who sat beside her as she curled up shuddering at the thought that even now she still might not have orgasmed, if they didn’t come save her.
Sweetie sat next to Apple Bloom, feeling frazzled herself, but Scootaloo was off saving the world, so there wasn’t much to be done for her. Not like she needed a colt right now, but she needed somepony to reassure her that it weren’t her fault, and that she wasn’t full of that terrible hunger for a stallion again. She just wanted to talk to him, and find out if he made it okay, and if the demon was defeated. And if she was okay.
There was a sad song in her head, but she didn’t want to sing it. She didn’t want anypony being sadder or scareder than they already are. She wanted a song that was joyous, and triumphant. She wanted to have some idea what to do, instead of just waiting for somepony else to do it. But there wasn’t much she could do in the face of that... thing. She just had to wait here, with Apple Bloom, Spike, and Dinky, hoping that Scootaloo made it, and that he and Twilight and Rainbow Dash could somehow save the day.
Sweetie turned to Spike in surprise once she felt his claw on her back. He pulled the claw away, smiling nervously and saying, “Sorry it’s just that Twilight sometimes likes it, when she’s really stressed out and panicked about what to do, if I you know... pet her back. You just looked like you could use a hand.”
Sweetie smiled at the young drake. “It’s that obvious, huh?” she asked, working out her shoulders. “I suppose you could, if it’s like a brush I mean. Your hands.”
“Just relax and let me work my dragon magic!” he said proudly, wiggling his finger things all at once. Sweetie rolled her eyes, but presented her back. Not her back-side; she had thankfully worked that out quite thorougly with Scootaloo earlier, but just the smooth curve of her back. She felt Spike’s fingers trailing grooves down her fur, poking her just a little as he pressed them against her, and it actually did feel pretty good. Not like a brush, but more like a tree branch, except that instead of having to scratch herself on it, Spike could just do it himself.
Sweetie enjoyed it more and more, until he’d pushed her all the way down to her belly, the little white unicorn staring dreamily forward as the dragon’s claws massaged her skin and loosened her muscles. She didn’t know Spike was so talented he was just scratching her back, but he could get everywhere, not just the parts that she could get in contact with something!
She was almost disappointed when the buzzing sound of a young pegasus’s odd wings could be heard approaching from the distance.
“...so that’s the story,” Scootaloo said glumly. “We almost made it, but he found us at the last second, and... now I don’t know where Twilight or Rainbow Dash is.”
“Twilight teleported me once,” Spike said, while idly stroking the mane of a Sweetie Belle completely laying over his lap. “So maybe she teleported them into the library basement?”
“The library has a basement?” said the lavender Dinky, in wide eyed surprise.
Spike nodded to the girly colt, saying, “That place is built like a fortress! It’d take more than just some big monster to destroy it.”
Scootaloo winced, but didn’t contradict Spike. No reason to ruin his hopes or anything.
“So you just have to touch it?” Dinky asked Scootaloo curiously.
Scootaloo nodded. “That’s what Twilight said. It’d disable his shield or something, and stop all the ponies who got um... stuck doing sex.”
“She couldn’t just teleport you to him?” Apple Bloom asked with a frustrated pout on her face.
“That’s what I said!” Scootaloo squawked. “But it turns out teleporting isn’t as easy as just doing it.”
“If only Pinkie Pie were here,” Sweetie said mournfully. “You could use that aerial screw thing she designed to, um, fly to him.”
“Except pegasi are in that too,” Scootaloo said with concern. “As soon as they saw me, they’d try to drag me right down to the ground. If Rainbow Dash could take me, she could get enough speed to make it, but... she’ll be in extra trouble if she sees the demon, Twilight said. I don’t know any other pegasus who isn’t sexified, who’s fast enough!”
Dinky in the meantime was looking at something the CMC had left pinned up on the clubhouse wall. While everypony else yielded a collective, dejected sigh, he shouted in an excited squeak, “I think I know what to do!”
And all heads turned his way.
“So... you remember that one time earlier this year, that you got in big trouble?” Dinky asked.
“You’ll hafta be more specific than that,” Apple Bloom said sarcastically.
Dinky blushed, and clarified, “No I mean, the one everypony remembers, where you almost destroyed the town.”
The Cutie Mark Crusaders looked at one another, wide eyed, then looked at Dinky, wide eyed.
“That’s it!” Scootaloo shouted.
“That’s perfect!” Sweetie squeaked.
“We can do this!” Apple Bloom shouted in astonishment.
“What could possibly go wrong?” Scootaloo exclaimed excitedly.
“What is everypony talking about?” Spike asked in confusion.
“Okay,” Apple Bloom said for Spike’s benefit, “So here’s the plan...”
Rarity was not having the best day. She was currently ass up, her back door being violated by a young brown haired colt, whom she didn’t even know, yet still she begged him to do it. It was worth mentioning he was a colt, because he was of a small enough size that while he hung onto her rump and fucked her desperately, there was another, larger, stallion on top of him, whose thick member was currently filling Rarity’s birth canal.
She was terrified of what would happen. Rarity knew full well what it meant when you felt a stallion sliding in your treasured passage. She didn’t want another Sweetie Belle incident. But she needed it so badly! She rocked back against him like a wanton whore, every thrust sliding her higher and higher into back arching lust. She needed to do it. She couldn’t think about anything else. They were—
They were... somewhere, near the orphanage. That’s the last Rarity could remember recognizing, before she saw it... and her groin decided to betray her so. It didn’t help that there was a third pony, a mare who was blocking Rarity’s view by sitting on her head, and hungrily humping her face. And the worst thing is, Rarity couldn’t get enough of it! She was a good mare! But the driving pistons within her rear end fueled a crazed ardor, and the pulsing nether lips of the mare before her were so irresistable, Rarity had to pull the mare back and drive her tongue inside, something Rarity would never ever have thought of doing, as much as she fantasized somepony doing it to herself. But now as she licked and sucked and smeared her face against that slimy and deliciously hot entrance of... some mare, it was every bit as disgusting and alluring as Rarity could imagine. What was she doing, and why couldn’t she climax?
Rarity squeezed the stallion roughly inside of her, with a tormented squeal. Why wouldn’t he cum? But she didn’t want him to cum! But she did! She wanted to be filled and filled and filled, and just a little more—! And the colt cried out in exertion as Rarity’s tortured sphincter closed down on him, yet still he didn’t cum. And Rarity was... Rarity was...
Rarity was out in the streets of Ponyville, plain for all to see. She was a horrible, fallen mare, and now everypony knew. She couldn’t deny it anymore, she was as fucked, and fucking, as a pony could possibly be. She wanted it so desperately, she couldn’t stop! And then, so close to climax, the stallion pulled roughly away from her, and out of her!
Rarity pulled away from the mare, and stumbled after him, even as they started gallopping towards the mountainous demon, following in a cloud of lust to where ponies were joining together and mating with feverish intensity. The colt still clung to her bottom as Rarity hunted around for something—anything! Then a mare buried her face in Rarity’s crotch and an ardent squall burst from her. Immediately, Rarity tried to push the mare deeper and deeper by shoving back against her with powerful thrusts of Rarity’s hips. She was so close to climax! Just a little bit more!
It was both the most amazing, and the worst possible thing she could experience.
Applejack wasn’t doing too terribly. Her nasty little orchid of shame wasn’t letting up anymore, but it wasn’t anything she hadn’t already had to deal with. She was... trying not to climax, but she couldn’t keep herself calm, not when Noteworthy was so close to filling her with forbidden unicorn babies! She didn’t even know him, and she... didn’t really care. The demon made her do it, so she went and did it instead of pussying around with her pussy. But she hoped Scootaloo could get to Twilight soon. It was making her mind swim with stars, the hot, stiff, fleshy pole pounding her well exercised marehood.
She’d fucked him, and Caramel, and... and even mares! Applejack felt so strange, just... filled with a hankering for something she shouldn’t be wanting. It never made sense in her head what the pastor said about lesbianism, because if having babies was bad, how was a thing that don’t make babies worse? But she never felt it this bad before. This demon was downright devious in this lust addled state he’d hoisted on everypony. Applejack figured it was all His fault that she was so desperate to touch a mare’s private parts, and when Applejack had shoved her nose right under Bonbon’s tail, it was his fault that it felt...
...so amazingly soft, responsive and wonderful. A pony’s puckered ass was practically smacking Applejack in the forehead, and mere inches away, the mare had this hot, wet, fleshy flower. Something Applejack had never even looked at, not even herself, and now she had her face in it, and her tongue in it, and she was freaking out from how wonderful it was. She didn’t know it would be so... silky-like! And she weren’t no stallion, but the smell was making her wish she was. It was more amazing than awful, and her conscience weighed on her far more heavily from the stallion who was pounding her cooch, but this mare bent before Applejack’s face, there weren’t no consequences!
Though it was currently Carrot Top, not BonBon, who was getting facefucked by Applejack, while Applejack was getting dick fucked. Or whatever you called it when a dick fucks you, rather than a face. But she was just as wonderful down there as Bonnie had been, and Applejack didn’t know what to think about it. It was a highly irregular situation, and she knew nopony could blame anypony for doing this, but Applejack still couldn’t help feeling hot embarassment warring with her ironclad lust as she felt like the whole town was judging her for what she was doing. Was she doing it right? Was the mare screaming her name, or just crying out wordlessly in desperate need? Why had—
Oh hang on now, why the buck had that stallion stopped fucking her? And Carrot Top was running away, too? Applejack looked after them, and other ponies, a hunger growing in her like a bear to get those ponies to fuck her silly, and ignoring the ones behind her, who were already turning her way. “Stop movin y’stupid monster!” she shouted angrily at the air, running towards the demon, but ignoring it for the beautifully nubile ponies that she had to sample from. Soon Applejack was right back in the fray again, licking and sliding, and having multiple tongues grooming her tingling muff.
She... she couldn’t believe how good it felt. Applejack almost didn’t want it to stop. Oh the things these ponies could do with their faces!
Pinkie Pie couldn’t believe it. Randall and Honest Jim and Special Delivery all at once?! This was the best partypalooza ever!
Pastor Tightbottom cowered beneath his pulpit. It was ironic that he was here because there was no sermon on Tuesdays, but he had just been coming to collect his bits from the donation box, when something horrific broke into the church, most literally! The west wall was still a crumbled wreckage from where the creature had broken its way in, searching for something hidden in their place of sanctuary. Tightbottom was sure of it. The monster had roared in fury when all it uncovered were unattended confessionals and empty pews.
It had to be the end of the world! The Nightmare had finally bested the sun and moon and driven them all into darkness. Despite the... bright sunny day outside. The monster had had a... a... a massive willy! And He was using it to turn ponies astray! Just as the texts hinted at, which the princess didn’t strictly write, but were very reputable analyses of the secret messages She hid in everything She said. Tightbottom wasn’t prepared for this! He was just a humble pastor, not a... a warrior of the end times!
So all he could do is hide trembling under his pew, as every other pony went chasing after the monster, or chasing after each other he wasn’t sure. Could anypony resist His evil temptation? That massive golden phallus that was so enticing to stare at, yet somehow so very frustrating? It seemed Pastor Tightbottom was the only pony with the power to resist it, yet what was he to do against a collosal monstrosity like that? It seemed to grow with every pony it ensnared, as if their cries of suffering and pain and... other things were fueling it somehow. But he knew not what would stop that cycle except...
No, it was forbidden for Tightbottom to save other ponies from the temptations of the flesh. The church protected its own, such as himself, but as much as he wanted them to experience the life changing experience that had shown him the purity of Her Light, his flock needed to be vulnerable, and intact. They needed to be able to produce foals, so that he could bring more followers into the church. But aside from relieving them of that responsibility, Pastor Tightbottom could think of no way to break the monster’s spell. Certainly not from hiding under the pew like this, humiliated by the smell of his own urine.
The pastor continued bravely not defending his cause, terrified that the greatest trials had finally come upon his flock, and even the bravest and most stalwart had been found wanting. They were unable to resist the temptations of the flesh, and would be thrown into Tartarus during the vaunted last battle that some ponies predicted would occur. Tightbottom was meant to lead, not actually do anything! He tried so hard to make everypony do everything for him, and prepare them to execute the unspoken will of the Solar Princess. But now everything had gone to the moon in a muffin basket! He just didn’t know what went wrong.
In the remains of the shattered library, a bookcase shifted very slightly upon noticing that the demon had stopped roaring nearby, and gone chasing after something else.
“Well this is just great” came Rainbow Dash’s harsh whisper from under there.
“Be quiet, or He’ll hear you!” Twilight whispered harshly right back.
“Why are we hiding under a bookcase?” Rainbow replied angrily, and quietly.
“What else do you want me to do?” Twilight shot back. “I cast the spell. Scootaloo’s gone. The demon is still as powerful as ever, and I don’t know what to do!”
“We have to do something!” Dash said frustratedly.
“What? Besides hide under a bookcase?” Twilight replied sarcastically. “There is nothing we can do. Oh but I know one thing you could have done.”
“What’s that?” Dash asked hopefully.
“Not trust strange idols that make you fuck ponies!” Twilight replied harshly. “What were you even thinking?”
“That’s cold, Twilight!” Rainbow hissed back. “I was scared! I didn’t know what to do!”
“Why didn’t you ask me?” Twilight hissed back. “I knew what to do! I study everything! You didn’t even think to ask me?”
“Well maybe I didn’t want to, because now you think I’m some kind of a loser!” Rainbow whispered back angrily. “Maybe I didn’t want my friends to think I was just as bad as my dad!”
“Bet you really feel like a winner now,” Twilight whispered back.
“You can be a real nag, Twilight!” Rainbow said angrily.
Twi quickly replied, “Well sorry if I’m not a ray of sunshine when I’m about to snog myself to death because of a demon you could have prevented.”
“You could have prevented it too!” Rainbow whispered.
“How?” Twilight whispered back.
“By leaving your library once and a while!” Dash growled. “Do we even meet together anymore?”
The rumbling footsteps continued to diminish in the silence of the fallen bookcase among the debris.
“Well now look who’s the nag,” Twilight replied sulkily.
“Oh I’m the nag?” Rainbow whispered back.
“Why don’t you go buck yourself?” Twilight hissed, “You seem to enjoy that a lot more than me!”
“I’ve been trying to buck you for a year!” Rainbow hissed back, “I thought you were straight!”
“What?” Twilight whispered, “How would you even know that?”
“Hey I’m not stupid,” Rainbow replied, “I know when somepony’s more interested in books than me.”
“Oh heaven forbid anypony not be interested in you,” Twilight said acidly back.
“Well maybe I don’t want anypony to be interested in me,” Dash growled, “You know the last time anypony was interested in me, I ended up with that thing inside of me!”
“You were protected!” Twilight grumbled back. “You said it didn’t even hurt!”
“Yeah but I was the size of a blimp!” Dash protested, “And all that big...enning is why that thing gets to walk around outside. Because of my body, and I just had to sit there m-making the thing.”
“You made bad decisions, but you can’t blame yourself for a demonic pregnancy!” Twilight snapped.
“Why not?” Dash retorted, clutching her wings close against her. “I’m still in this body. It could happen again! Just some magic stone idol shoved up my cooch, and I’d be making another demon.”
“You won’t do that, because we’re going to talk about this, and be very sure that you know everything you need to know about demons, and sex,” Twilight said. “Honestly I’m shocked that you didn’t know about contraception. Didn’t you grow up in Cloudsdale?”
“Yeah, well they were pretty dumb too,” Dash mumbled resentfully.
“They’re more open minded than a place like Ponyville!” Twilight protested.
Dash sighed, saying, “I knew about the pill and about coat hangers—I mean, IUDs, but after you get pregnant? Quit your job and get married, that’s the only advice anypony has.”
Twilight sighed. “And I’m sorry for that Dash,” she said wearily, “But why didn’t you ask me? Or anypony qualified?”
“It’s humiliating!” Dash whispered back, “I should have used contraception, and I just forgot! Am I just some kinda dumb floozy who can’t even figure out that sex makes babies?”
Twilight tsked, saying, “You’re not dumb, Rainbow Dash, and you’re not a... well, technically you are a floozy, but—”
“Oh thanks for the support, Twilight!” Dash said in harsh betrayal.
“But only when the demonic urges made you seek out ponies to gather sexual energy from,” Twilight insistently continued. “With Scootaloo, you just made an honest, innocent, un-floozy-y mistake, that anypony could have made, and you had every right to fix it!”
“And what,” Dash said spitefully, “Get an abortion?”
Silence fell a moment, before Twilight cautiously responded, “...yes?”
“Well—” Dash gulped self consciously. “Well abortions are bad, at least most ponies think so, and I didn’t want anypony to know I was getting one!”
“They’ll sure know now,” Twilight replied wryly, “You had good intentions, but you have to trust your friends. You bucked everything up!”
“No, I could find a solution to this!” Rainbow Dash replied. “We just have to find Scootaloo and—”
“No!” Twilight yelped, yanking Dash back under the bookcase with her magic. “We’re not leaving here until it’s safe to do so!”
“There’s gotta be a way!” Rainbow replied, “I just have to...”
“No,” Twilight said sulkily. “There is no way, there’s nothing you can do. You screwed up badly, I screwed up badly, this whole town is screwed up badly, and now we’re paying for it. A fourth circle demon got realized, and a lot of ponies could get seriously injured, or even killed, if Scootaloo doesn’t destroy this thing’s mystical protections before ponies start having heart attacks from the constant fucking! And if we—”
“Why don’t you just shut up, and let me think!” Dash whispered in frustration.
“Why don’t you just shut up, and let me think!” Twilight retorted.
“You shut up!” Dash whispered back.
“No, you shut up!” Twilight whispered.
“No you shut up!” Dash retorted.
There were no birds chirping. No squirrels chittering and running about. The air was broken by the distant squeals and wails of unending passion that tormented the ponies surrounding the towering demon in a massive hoard. The sun bore down cruelly upon the demon, far more cruelly than anywhere else, all the power Celestia could muster from afar without killing her little ponies was concentrated on disrupting, or delaying His onslaught of power. His black, bloody scales gleamed defiantly in that light, his hearty bellows only growing deeper as everypony succumbed to the enchanted influence of his gleaming, golden penis.
Some ponies had expired, the older ones, with the weaker hearts. They lay on the ground like discarded tissues while the other ponies trampled past them, desperate to engage in the acts of copulation. Working mothers, crying out in distress as they knew what would happen if these stallions finished in them, yet still wanting more. Working fathers, crying out in distress as they knew what would happen to these mares they barely even knew, but still desperate to finish.
A berry colored mare not giving two fucks about the future, and alongside her, her young filly, not knowing what her future would hold, completely mind blown by what the stallions were compelled to do to her, and what she was compelled to do for them. A filly scout troop, learning about the best technique for selling cookies. Thunderlane, learning that a colt’s hole is fine too. Featherweight, learning that his colt’s hole is fine too. Mrs. Cake, trying to pull Thunderlane off of Featherweight so she could show that stallion where he’s supposed to put that dirty thing. And Peachy Pie laying underneath Featherweight with her eyes rolled back in her head, as the struggles of the other three ponies only aided in Featherweight’s enthusiasm to thrust in her harder and harder.
It seemed like all was lost, and if anypony had been looking at the horizon over towards Sweet Apple Acres, they would have probably concluded that all continued to be lost. But nopony was looking that way. As the ponies of Ponyville strained themselves to their limit, their time was running out. There wasn’t anypony who could think enough to look anywhere other than where their next fuck was going to be, so none of them saw what was coming over the hill.