This is the "chocolate" pack of the Ponut Pack 7 release. It basically has all the content from the vanilla version including scat and futa alts. I also added the two fanfics that came with the pack below.

Pinkies Special Recipie Fanfic - by Some Leech

“Wait a second…” Pinkie Pie murmured to herself, reading and rereading the recipe, “I’m
supposed to eat the ingredients?”
Throwing parties and making pastries was all in a day’s work for her, but the anniversary of
Twilight’s coronation as the head Princess of Equestria would have to be special - no,
super-duper extra special. There wasn’t a type of cookie, crumble, pie, tart, or cake she hadn’t
made for her friends, which meant settling on a confection for the occasion all the more difficult.
Fortunately for her, the celebration was happening in Canterlot, which meant she’d have access
to the royal archives - archives which may just hold a recipe extravagant enough for the
momentous event.
Shortly after she and her friends had arrived in the capital, she excused herself and rushed off
to the labyrinthian library housed beneath the castle. Blazing through the perilously small
culinary selection of the athenaeum, blazing through book after ancient book, her hopes of
finding something extraordinary were quickly dashed. Much to her chagrin, the few ancient
confectionery recipes she did find were lackluster or, in one case, seemed downright inedible.
Leaving a heap of manuscripts and scrolls in her wake, with her mane flatly draped over her
sullen face, she trudged towards the exit - that was, until something peculiar caught her eye. Sat
at one far end of the cavernous chamber, an ominous archway led into a dimly lit passage.
Lifting her eyes, noticing the Forbidden Section chiseled above the doorway, a glimmer of hope
ignited within her. If there were ancient bakers like herself, there was a very good chance they’d
guarded their best and most profound secrets hidden away.
Springing through the crypt-like repository, she moved into the foreboding side chamber.
Though the room was much smaller than the central archive, the walls were practically lined
with all manner of tomes and grimoires. The only problem was that none of the books seemed
to be labeled all that well and, as she peeked into a few, not a single one had a table of
contents. Knitting her brow, she sat herself on the floor, picked a random publication, and
started skimming.
Hours passed, and the stack of tomes she’d read over got larger and larger - still, she hadn’t
had the slightest bit of luck. Most of the dusty old books had all sorts of boring information, such
as world-ending spells or documentation on some apparently dreadful creature called a human,
yet she hadn’t come across any valuable culinary information - that was, until she did. Rifling
through a particularly hefty grimoire, one that was written in some sort of sticky red ink, she
found what she was looking for. As if it had been scrawled out just for her, just at that particular
moment, she found the recipe.
“Flour, sugar, cocoa, salt, baking powder…” she prattled off to herself, squinting down at the list.
The ingredients weren’t anything spectacular, relatively bog-standard for a chocolate cake, but
the directions were anything but. If the recipe was correct, she was supposed to consume all of
the ingredients, recite a magical spell, do a little dance, then...then nothing. Something had
smudged the final part of the instructions, making it unclear what was supposed to happen after
the sorcerous chant and jig, although the baking directions beneath the damaged bit were left
intact.
Shrewdly rubbing her chin, Pinkie got to her hooves, scooped up the tome, and began bouncing
towards the exit. It didn’t appear as though much was missing from the recipe, only a scant few
lines of text, so she felt certain she’d be able to work her way though it - after all, she was one of
the most acclaimed party ponies in all Equestria. Skipping along to the scullery, she hoped she’d
have enough time to solve the little mystery.
Though she’d hoped to be able to hang around with her friends that evening, the strange recipe
demanded her full attention. The thought alone of failing to deliver the perfect coronation cake
was enough to make her miserable, though it filled her with a righteous motivation to craft a
pastry which possibly hadn’t been made in millenia. Reaching her destination, borrowing a cart
and all the requisite ingredients for her little experiment, she headed to the staff kitchen.
What with the impending holiday, Twilight had given the castle’s staff the weekend off to relax
and enjoy some time with their families; it was a sweet and magnanimous move, one which had
instantly raised the personnel’s spirits, but it also meant Pinkie would have a private studio for
her baking needs. Closing, locking and barricading all the doors, ensuring the secrecy of her
baking, she set herself to work.
Arranging the components for the bizarre confection on a counter, she sat the tome down,
cracked her hooves, and peered at the recipe. “2 cups flour, 2 cups sugar, ¾ cup unsweetened
cocoa, 2 teaspoons baking powder, 1 ½ teaspoon baking soda, one teaspoon of salt, and one
teaspoon of espresso powder - got it,” she recited, mixing the dry ingredients together in a large
bowl.
Thus far, everything had gone off without a hitch. The powdery mix both looked and smelled
correct, being very similar to a recipe she routinely used, but she wasn’t going to jinx herself -
not with so much at stake. Adding and combining one cup of milk, a half cup of oil, two eggs,
and two teaspoons of vanilla extract went perfectly, before she finally whisked in a cup of boiling
water. Squinting down at the batter, her eyes wandered over to the open book.
“Well it says to eat it, so…” she trailed off, stepping before the concoction.
Practically jamming her head into the mixing bowl, she eagerly wolfed down the sweet,
chocolatey contents. Truth be told, she really didn’t mind eating the uncooked batter - heck, if
anything, having an excuse to do so was one reason she was so excited to try the recipe out! It
was only after she’d licked the container clean, possibly cleaner than it had been before she
used it, did she look back to the grimoire.
“Alright then,” she chirped, shuffling back to the center of the floor. “I’m supposed to dance in a
circle three times, then say the incantation.”
Though she wasn’t sure what was supposed to happen after she’d uttered the incantation and
did the little jig, given part of the text was obscured, she was determined to give it a try to see
what happened. As she reared onto her hind legs, pointing her hooves at the ceiling, her eyes
drifted closed. Even if she wasn’t able to piece together the recipe, she wouldn’t be totally out of
luck - after all, it had been nearly a decade since she’d made her patented quintuple layer
caramel and marshmallow torte.
“Quassum quassum stercore crustulam!” she intoned, spinning in place.
Stopping promptly on the third revolution, Pinkie froze. The room was deathly quiet and still,
save for the soft sound of her breaths, but it didn’t stay that way for long. As she inspected the
space around her, wondering if the little ritual had done anything whatsoever, her stomach
angrily growled. Reaching for her gut, then feeling it seize and churn, a panic settled over her.
While she wasn’t sure what the enchanted spell had done, she was immediately and
unquestionably stricken with the urge to use the little mare’s room. Blindly rushing to the exit,
fully intent on coming back and giving the grimoire’s recipe a second shot, the harsh reality of
the situation struck her. With equipment and tables heaped upon the doors leading out of the
room, she was trapped.
“Fudge fudge fudge,” Pinkie silently cursed to herself, breaking into a cold sweat.
It would have been inconvenient enough to need a regular potty break, but it was much worse
than that. If she didn’t find somewhere to relieve herself, and relieve herself fast, she’d have a
huge mess on her hooves. Moving the barricades wasn’t an option, considering she felt as
though she was going to pop any minute, which meant she’d have to improvise.
Throwing her head from side to side, looking for something - anything that would serve as a
makeshift chamberpot, her eyes settled on a stack of round cake pans. As horrifying as the
thought was, she had two options: either her deposit went onto the floor, or she dumped her
load into something that she could secretly discard and hopefully bury later. Scampering over to
the stack of steel rounds, tossing them to the floor, she wheeled around.
As she squatted down, lifting and flicking her tail to the side, she set her jaw. Her pucker bulged
outward, flexing under the internal pressure, yet it didn’t yield. Despite having to go really, really
badly, the disgrace of defiling a kitchen with something so unsavory subconsciously forced her
to resist. Her snout scrunched up, a cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her belly gurgled
and writhed, moments before the dam broke.
Her backdoor winked open for the briefest of moments, but the moment of weakness did her in.
A torrent of thick, dark waste poured from her donut, cascading into the cake pan beneath her.
Much to her shame, a contented sigh escaped her. The relief was ambrosial, causing her to
shiver in delight, as she emptied her bowels into one of the metal containers.
Though she dare not look back, lest she see the mess she was almost assuredly making, she
could definitely hear the results of her unexpected distress. The steady sound of sloshing and
splashing were punctuated by the occasional tummy grumble or brief moments of silence from
her output. Reverberating throughout the relatively small chamber, with no one and nothing to
distract her, each lewd noise reverberated off the unyielding steel furnishings and tiled walls.
It was an extraordinarily off-putting and confusing ordeal, leaving her feeling very uncomfortable.
While it seemed like a regular bowel movement, feeling the soft-serve consistency effortlessly
gushing from her backside, she could tell it was anything but. Not only had the upset hit her out
of nowhere, but the downright prolific output was wholly unnatural - that being said, easing the
strain on her gut was very comforting.
Punctuating her efforts with the occasional strained grunt, she contracted her abdomen and
squeezed the stuff out of her bulging, yawned-open pucker. Adding to her mysterious mystery
was the sheer quantity of her squirts. For all intents and purposes, it felt like she was cutting
loose from several days worth of binging on sweets. The last time she’d had to go that bad was
after eating some bad green apples she’d found on the side of the street!
The stream of effluence steamed the air, as it poured from her posterior. Be darned if she could
explain why she’d had to suddenly use the toilet so badly, since she’d only gone a few hours
ago, but it didn’t matter now - at least, that’s what she thought. Peeking back, seeing the baking
tin nearly filled, she swallowed hard. She definitely didn’t feel like she was even close to being
finished, yet the tray was nearly full.
Clenching as hard as she could, momentarily stemming the seemingly endless flow, she
awkwardly shuffled to the side. By some merciful twist of fate, several other emptied pans had
clattered to the floor nearby. Crouched above a second empty container, she cut loose once
again.
The mud-like muck wetly plopped into the tray, filling it nearly as swiftly as the first, so she
hastily made a second detour, then a third and a fourth, until five of the rounds were completely
full. As the final drops of filth plopped from her gaped, succulent rear, she wiped her brow and
inspected the scene. Thankfully, she had somehow managed to keep any of her mess off the
floor - still, she then had a total of five cake pans absolutely brimming with her gooey, warm,
oddly sweet-smelling…
“Wait a second…” she thought aloud, gazing down at the closest container.
I looked like...Well, it looked exactly what it was supposed to look like, but something seemed
off. The room didn’t smell anything like a restroom - in fact, it smelled like she’d been doing what
she’d intended on doing: making cake. Cautiously leaning forward, bringing her face the
steaming tin, her eyes widened in surprise.
Nearly filling the pan to the brim, the viscous, smooth contents had the aroma of chocolate. If
she hadn’t known better, having just excreted the massive, multi-tin filling load, she could have
sworn she was staring down at freshly prepared, albeit oddly warm cake batter. Shakily lifting
and moving a hoof towards the very suspect substance, Pinkie uneasily gulped.
If it looked like cake batter, and it smelled like cake batter, she couldn’t rightly say that it wasn’t
cake batter. Over all her years of adventures, having seen all sorts of wild and wacky things,
she rightly couldn’t say that the ritual she’d found hadn’t resulted in some eldritch and, if her
hunch was correct, impossibly delectable confectionary foundation - a borderline abhorrent and
questionable foundation, but a foundation nonetheless. Only barely dipping her forehoof into the
satiny stuff, she retracted her limb, brought it to her muzzle, and closed her eyes.
It took everything she had to gather her courage and nervously extend her tongue, but she
managed to do it; it was, without a doubt, one of the craziest things she’d ever tried, and that
included the one time she made a gravel cake for her sister Maud. Lightly touching her hoof to
the very tip of her tongue, fully prepared to gag, the most insane thing happened; her creation
didn’t taste bad at all - in fact, it tasted downright amazing.
The consistency was perfect, as if all the ingredients had been perfectly prepared, and the flavor
- sweet, merciful Celestia, the favor was fantastic. With all the years of baking she had under
her nonexistent belt, she knew it would make an extremely decadent and moist cake - that was,
so long as it was baked properly. Licking her chops, shifting her focus over to the oven, an idea
coalesced. Considering it passed her exacting standards for a batter, she saw no harm in trying
to finish the recipe.
Gathering up the tins, feeling fortunate that she’d unintentionally selected a stack of nonstick
pans to relieve herself in, she set the oven to preheat and impatiently waited. Surely - surely, if
the stuff managed to bake and rise properly, she’d have a fantastic cake on her hooves, but
therein laid a problem. Even if the stuff turned out wonderfully, once stacked and layered with
her signature buttercream frosting, could she bring herself to tell ponies the details of the
dubious recipe?
As she mulled the matter over, she continued her preparations. By the time she was finished
whipping up the frosting, letting the butter warm on the countertop, the oven was fully heated
and ready to go. She typically entered a zen-like state, while baking, and this instance was no
different. Before she knew it, the preparations were made, the cake was cooled, and the final
assembly was completed. With a liberal application of dark chocolate shavings to the exterior,
she marveled at her creation.
She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t tempted to try a slice, but that would ruin the presentation.
So far as she could tell, having sampled a few crumbs, it met or exceeded her lofty
expectations. With her masterpiece completed, and less than an hour to spare before the
festivities began, she swiftly cleaned up and cleared the barricades from the doors.
The remainder of her afternoon went by in the blink of an eye - then again, she’d expected as
much. Twilight’s party was too dang fun for her to keep track of time, chatting, dancing, and
telling stories with her friends and the Princesses, and it culminated with everyone eagerly
digging into her posterior pastry. Truth be told, between the socializing and festivities, she’d
nearly forgotten about how she’d made the towering cake.
Sitting at a large, circular table, watching her friends, Celestia, and Luna gleefully munch away
at slices of the confection, she anxiously watched for a reaction. The cheerful hums and
enthused munching were reassuring enough, but she wanted to hear their thoughts on the
matter. Straightening in her chair, she cleared her throat and drew their attention.
“Soooooooo…?” she mused, looking between the quintet of ponies.
“It’s amazing!” Twilight exclaimed, with dark crumbs lining her muzzle.
Daintily dabbing her snout, smearing some of the frosting from her pouting lips, Rarity
swallowed her mouthful. “Simply exquisite, Darling - then again, I should have known you’d
come up with something of this caliber.”
Applejack nodded in agreement, too busy shoveling a forkful into her maw, while Dash’s face
was literally buried in her portion. Fluttershy seemed interested in saying something, but each
time she opened her mouth she peeked down at her slice and helped herself to another morsel.
The compliments and reactions filled Pinkie with glee, crushing her reservations over serving
the eldritch and potentially cursed pastry.
Shivering with delight, Twilight sank her fork into her sliver of cake. “This has to be some new
recipe, because I’d definitely remember having something this good before!”
“It is!” Pinkie blurted, immediately covering her muzzle.
The Princess of Friendship piqued a brow, as a coy little smile crept across her face. “Care to
tell us your secret.”
“Well…” the pink party pony only just caught herself, swiftly shaking her head. “Actually,
nevermind.”
“You simply must tell us how you crafted such a marvelous cake! Goodness, this could very well
be the best confection I’ve ever had!” Rarity insisted.
Caught between a rock and a hard place, feeling as though she may burst with excitement,
Pinkie reluctantly decided to let the cat out of the bag. “If you have to know…”
As she explained the tale of her creation, starting with her exploration of the castle’s forbidden
archives, the ponies around her grew silent. Painstakingly recounting the story, with visceral
detail, she was blissfully unaware of her friend’s reactions. The mares’ curiosity turned to dread,
then outright disgust, as she explained the process she’d rediscovered.
Fluttershy excused herself, politely trotting away from the group, while Dash bolted to and
through the nearest window. Applejack, to her credit, slowly slid her plate away, looking with
disdain at the confection, and Rarity simply fainted. Of the three ponies remaining somewhat
coherent, only Celestia seemed unbothered by the revelation.
The eldest alicorn simply sat and listened, nodding in agreement, while continuing to wolf down
her slice. Upon several of the mare’s leaving, and after finishing her slice, she nonchalantly
helped herself to the abandoned servings - even Applejack’s, who stared in awe at the regal
Princess.
Though Twilight’s mouth hung open in disbelief, she quickly gathered herself. “So you’re telling
me you ate the ingredients, then made the cake from your sh-”
“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Pinkie hissed, shooting her companion a conspiratorial wink. “It’s a
secret.”
“Pinkie,” Celestia smoothly intoned, having polished off every bit of cake from the table, “if you’d
be so kind, I’d like to speak with you in my chamber…”
“I...I’m not in trouble, am I?” the festive mare flatly stated, her hair deflating.
Celestia tranquilly shook her head, as she unseated herself. “Not at all, but we need to discuss
this method you uncovered…”
Leaving the askance Twilight, a nonplussed Luna, and a very passed-out Rarity, the duo made
their leave. What with all the chatter going on, with ponies talking to one another, it didn’t appear
as though Pinkie’s secret was overheard by anypony. As the firstborn Princess and her
companion made their escape, the attendees gleefully savored their derriere dessert.
Bonus Ducks
“Are you sure about this?” Pinkie asked, glancing over to the supine Princess.
“Quite sure, yes,” Celestia insisted, easing a pillow under her head.
Pinkie shrugged, unwilling to turn down the bizarre request. Having devoured the ingredients
they’d purloined from the royal pantry, she recited the mystical words and did the requisite
dance. Sure enough, after a scant few seconds passed, a familiar rumble in her stomach
caused her to wince.
With all the haste she could muster, taking care to clench her backdoor as hard as she could,
she scampered over to the reclined alicorn and got into position. It felt pretty darn weird
enacting the ritual a second time, knowing what would happen, but that wasn’t nearly as strange
as what the Princess had in mind. Lowering her head, peering down her belly, she cautiously
backed up and straddled Celestia’s head.
“I h...hope you’re ready for - Eeeep!” Pinkie’s warning was cut woefully short, as what could only
be a tongue dug into her backdoor.
The surprise of the unexpected intrusion, paired with the overwhelming urge to relieve herself,
was her undoing. Her eyes rolled, as a torrent of batter flooded from her ass and into the
awaiting Princess’ maw. Unlike the first time, when she’d unleashed her waste in a somewhat
controlled manner, the surprise of it all made the bowel movement practically explosive.
Though she couldn’t see it, the steaming, chocolatey paste absolutely covered Celestia’s face,
yet she wasn’t bothered in the slightest - if anything, she appeared overjoyed with the immense
output. Like a foal in a candy shop, she ravenously chugged and gulped down mouthful after
mouthful. As she closed her eyes, practically burying her face in the plush, pink posterior, her
horn went alight.
With a sorcerous tug, the Princess wrenched the earth pony lower. The move was swift and
merciless, once again catching the baker by surprise, yet even she couldn’t have predicted what
Celestia had in store for her. Forcing her head upward, using a combination of her natural and
magical strength, the alicorn crammed her snout into the smaller mare’s rear.
Only the occasional stifled gag or muted cough escaped the Princess, as she effectively
chugged what had to be pints of batter. Try as she might, Pinkie couldn’t comprehend how
Celestia was able to hold her breath, being muzzled by her tush, but it ultimately didn’t matter.
After a minute or two passed, having apparently sated, the alicorn withdrew.
“Absolutely delicious,” Celestia reverently intoned, licking the cloying, unbaked cake mix from
her lips. “You don’t have any more in there, do you?”
“Uh,” Pinkie dumbfoundedly grunted, taken off guard by the question.
The impromptu feast had been so jarring that she failed to realize she’d been nearly emptied.
Straining, squeezing as hard as she could, she quite literally farted out the final dregs of her
contents onto the Princess’ once-regal countenance. With her bowels well and thoroughly
voided, having coated the alicorn from the neck up in sticky goodness, if it could be called such,
she straightened up and turned around.
“So - um - you need any help with…” she fell silent, seeing the diarch wipe and crack one eye
open.
“That will be all, Pinkie,” Celestia serenity noted, waving a forehoof. “Although if I may make one
small request, do see if you can find a similar custard recipe…"

Ponut Promo 2 Fanfic - by Some Leech

Twilight knit her brow and turned her head, looking at the eldritch runes she’d scrawled upon the
floor and walls. It was one of the few occasions her castle was completely vacant, allowing her
to enact the eldritch spell she’d been saving for just such an occasion. Though she’d initially
stumbled upon the ritual in her youth, when she’d first begun ferreting through the Canterlot
archive, she’d never really had the opportunity, or been brazen enough to try it - that was, until
now.
When she’d been a filly, she’d had many great aspirations, from becoming a powerful sorcerer
to finding the perfect coltfriend, although only a few of them had come to fruition. While it was
true that she’d ascended from a unicorn to an alicorn Princess, becoming extraordinarily
powerful, she’d never been lucky enough to find a lover. The lack of romance in her life was
bearable most of the time, yet it had become increasingly disappointing as the years passed.
Her attempts at dating had all fallen flat, and she couldn’t put her hoof on exactly why. Her best
guess was that her difficulty stemmed from a disproportionate ratio of mares to stallions,
although another issue seemed to be that a great many of her would-be suitors were intimidated
by her. A good number of ponies felt inadequate compared to her, from what she could gather,
which had resulted in her lovelife being nonexistent.
Having retained her virginity well into adulthood, and with her chances of finding a special
somepony growing slimmer by the day, her sexual frustration finally got the better of her.
Despite her glaring lack of amorous action, and her nearly-constant summons to deal with all
manner of problems throughout the land, she was still very much a mare - a mare with marish
needs. Double and triple checking the diagrams and symbols she’d painstakingly painted about
the chamber, she glanced back at herself.
A particularly strange part of the ritual was that she had to wear something nefarious.
Unfortunately for her, given her sunny disposition and magnanimous personality, she was left to
make an educated guess as to what a ne'er-do-well would adorn themselves with. Most of the
villains she’d confronted wore very little or nothing at all, although she hadn’t thrown in the towel
- not by a long shot.
On her last trip to Manehattan, she’d procured an outfit that would fit the bill. Studded bracelets,
fishnet leggings, leather-banded foreleg covers, and a tank top, all colored jet black, adorned
her frame. To complete her ensemble, an ominous and admittedly edgy pendant hung around
her neck. Admittedly, the getup was over the top and ostentatious, the type of thing a teenager
would wear to garner attention, yet it would suit her needs just fine - at least, she hoped it
would.
With all her preparations complete, having locked both the castle and chamber doors, she
steadied herself and read the scroll. The final thing she needed to do was evoke the supposedly
ancient and lustful spirit described in the text, an act which gave her only a moment’s hesitation.
After waiting so long to get laid, she wasn’t about to let her nerves get the better of her.
Evoking her power, she closed her eyes, concentrated, and channelled energy through her
horn. “Ego dominus libidinosa!”
A silent moment passed, then several more, before she summoned the courage to open her
eyes. The room was unchanged, the sigils remained in place, and everything was just as she’d
left it, or so she thought. Resonating throughout the chamber, causing her to take a step back,
the strange vibration set her nerves on edge.
“Who summons…?” a deep, sonorous voice inquired.
“Um - Hi,” Twilight timidly announced, looking about for a source of the supernatural noise. “I’m
Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship, and I was wondering if -”
“I sense much lust in you, Mare,” it interrupted, cutting her off. “And I know what you’ve
summoned me for.”
“Heh - I guess that makes sense,” she anxiously chuckled.
It should have been obvious that it knew why she’d called it, considering that’s expressly what
the spell was for. The incantation would provide unfathomable carnal bliss to anyone brave
enough to use it, yet it didn’t expressly say how it would do such a thing. Unsure of how to
proceed, without knowing the nuances of dealing with some otherworldly sexual being, she
raised a hoof to ask a question.
“My name is Xedayrd,” it flatly stated, “but that’s not important. What is important is that you
present yourself…”
Blood rushed to her cheeks, her marehood involuntarily winked in excitement, and her heart
skipped a beat, yet she did as he asked. Leaning forward, she pressed her chest to the floor
and arched her back. It was a bit embarrassing to put on such a shameless display, but she had
nopony to blame but herself - after all, nopony had twisted her foreleg and made her summon a
lecherous demon!
The unmistakable sound of something sniffing the air was joined by the sensation of hot breath
upon her loins, causing her to stiffen. Looking behind herself, seeing no signs of her
supernatural guest, she scrunched her snout. She knew good and darned well that something
was appraising her goods, and pretty closely too, which was both disconcerting and vexingly
arousing.
“It’s been eons since a virgin summoned me,” it smugly snickered. “You must either be
exceptionally desperate or exceedingly foolish.”
“H...hey!” she blurted, straightening up and wheeling around.
Though it took her the mere blink of an eye to turn, she found herself facing a titanic, throbbing,
crimson cock. She wasn’t sure what was more disconcerting, the absolutely titanic size of the
disembodied dick, the fact that it was hovering in the air, or the fact that it appeared to be a
monstrous parody of a stallionhood - regardless, the sight gave her a moment for pause. The
most terrifyingly interesting thing about the appendage was that it was massive, nearly as big
around as her torso and several feet long, although she didn’t have much time to admire it.
“Did I tell you to move?” the voice inquired, sending a cold shiver up her spine.
Fretfully reassuming her prior position, facing away from the hovering tool, her mind raced.
“There’s no way that thing will fit inside me - you know that, right?”
“Oh it will fit,” it hummed, “although you’ll require a few enhancements.”
“What’s that supposed to - Gah!” she gasped, as what she could only describe as a shockwave
of pleasure coursed through her.
The world spun, and she nearly climaxed on the spot, while she felt her body changing. Fighting
through the bliss, she did what she could to see what the being was doing - still, without a
mirror, she couldn’t fully appreciate what it had done. Her rump had ballooned to nearly
quadruple its original size, her teats hung heavily beneath her abdomen, and her thighs had
filled out considerably - all in the blink of an eye.
While her transformation was a bit off-putting, there was no denying how amazing it felt.
Gnawing her lip, watching the gargantuan stallionhood positioning itself behind her, she spread
and braced her legs. There was no way she was going to back down now, not after everything
she’d done to get ready, and she felt certain that Xedayrd’s enhancements, as he’d so
eloquently put it, could eventually be reversed.
“Such a alluring sight,” it murmured, as the prodigious cock glided up and down her slavering
snatch.
Though her blush deepened, she didn’t budge a muscle or say a single word. For all she knew,
if she asked too many questions or did anything to displease her guest, he may abandon her
and leave her wanting! Subconsciously rocking back, she bore her not insubstantial weight
against the profoundly meaty tip of the sorcerous shaft.
Simply feeling the hot, massive tool on her marehood was enough to cause her to drool from
both ends - that being said, a part of her struggled to comprehend how in the world she could
take something so large. She’d never been penetrated by something so big, let alone an actual
cock, and the sensation of the hot, broad gland pressing against her was as frightening as it
was arousing. As the gigantic tool slid upward and pressed to her entrance, she gnawed her lip.
Little by little, bit by bit, the pressure on her sex mounted. Glancing over her shoulder, seeing
the shaft flex slightly, her pulse quickened. If the thing she’d summoned had seemed clear
enough that it would fit, but she could scarcely believe that was true. As much as she would like
to think she could accommodate the behemoth, it seemed an insurmountable task. Wondering
how it would react to her taut hole, she felt monstrous stallionhood alter its course.
Her eyes widened, feeling the dick move higher and prod her backdoor. If the giant dong or the
creature she assumed was controlling it thought that her ass was more pliable than her sex,
they were dead wrong. For buck’s sake, she’d never so much as touched her behind, so there
was no possible way that something bigger than her leg could cram itself in there! As she
amusedly shook her head, dumbfounded by just how silly the concept of anal was, her pucker
was forced open by the behemoth.
Gritting her teeth, with her marehood seizing upon itself, her once-chaste behind was violated
by the horrifying appendage. The sensation was hard to describe, intense but somehow
pleasant, and she was not prepared for just how good it felt. Only just stifling a moan, with her
knees shaking, her eyes drifted to the back of her head.
“I told you it would fit,” Xedayrd mockingly purred.
“H...how did you - Glk?!?” her outburst was cut short, as something warm and slick forced its
way into her muzzle.
She couldn’t say where the second dick had come from, or how long it had been laying in wait
for her, yet it filled her snout all the same. Mercifully for her, the infernal dong wasn’t nearly as
bit as the one worming its way through her guts. Though she could only see the lower portion of
the shaft, since the first few inches were gliding over her tongue, she could tell it definitely
wasn’t that of an equine.
Similar in color to the first, yet covered in soft, rubbery barbs, it wantonly set to fucking her face.
Taken completely off guard, she attempted to withdraw and free her maw of the magical prick;
sadly, with no body attached to the thing, it simply tracked the motions of her head and
continued to blissfully hump away. The surprise sent her mind reeling, but it only took a moment
for her other senses to be assaulted.
Rich, earthy musk flooded into her flared sinuses, tickling the primal parts of her brain, as salty
and bitter flavors washed over her taste buds. The onslaught was beyond staggering, clouding
her mind and robbing her of the ability to think. Over the span of a scant few minutes, she’d
gone from perfectly normal to being spitroasted by two enchanted dicks spit-roasting her!
Effectively trapped in place, her shock gave way to an unstoppable, almost nefarious desire.
She’d imagined sucking somepony off before, and woken up to moistened sheets from the
occasional perverted dream, but she could never have imagined she’d end up actually doing
something so scandalous! Caving to her urges, she slowly closed her eyes and fixated on the
wondrous sensations accosting her.
One of the strangest and captivating things of all was just how incredible getting her ass
pounded felt. Only stopping once it had bottomed out in her behind, with its mammoth nuts
pressed against her supple thighs, the demonic stallionhood steadily withdrew. She could
practically picture the sight of her backdoor being drawn out, clinging tightly to its hot length,
before it rammed itself back inside of her.
The first thrust was quickly followed by a second, then a third and a fourth, until she was being
steadily pummeled from behind. She couldn’t wrap her head around the logistics of it, being
plowed by something which defied all reasoning, but she wasn’t about to complain. Regardless
of the absurdity of it all, she caved to her lecherous impulses and fully committed herself to the
debauchery.
Synchronizing herself with the pair of disembodied dongs, she did her best to get them off - not
simply to pleasure them, but because she was finally able to live out one of her deepest, darkest
fantasies. An entire lifetime of sexual frustration came rushing forth, filling her with an inspiration
like she’d never known. Losing herself to the moment, swallowing down a mouthful of cloying
pre-cum, something lightly slapped her cheek and shook her concentration.
Peeking out, she discovered a second throbbing stallionhood inches from her face. She couldn’t
say how long it had been there, but she quickly noticed that it wasn’t alone. Several more
mystical, meaty appendates hovered around her, of various shapes and sizes, and she had little
doubt where their intentions lie. Slowing slightly, seeing the knotted cock hover beneath her and
to her groin, her heart skipped a beat.
Neither the member in her maw nor tool in her tush noticed or cared about the inclusion of other
dicks getting involved, while they heedlessly pumped into her. Sure enough, in a matter of
seconds, the additional horse dick found its way to her entrance and swiftly claimed her
marehood. For the briefest moment, feeling it slip into her virginal confines, she assumed the
additional intrusion would be some discomfort - she was dead wrong.
Much like the pistoning shafts making use of her gullet and colon, the sensation of the schlong
filling her cunt was astonishing. The way the girthy shaft filled her, as the battering ram-like tip
bumped against her womb, would have been pleasant enough, but the pair of ripe nuts slapping
against her clit made the experience all the more wondrous. Her only complaint, if there was
one, was that the overwhelming pleasure made it nearly impossible to think, let alone move.
It was like every fiber of her being was wracked with rapture, sending her skyrocketing towards
release at an alarming rate. It was all she could do to hold herself upright and take sips of air
when she could, as the dick before her rhythmically plunged into her throat. She couldn’t rightly
say how long the trio had been pounding her, with each second seemingly stretching into a
small eternity, yet her climax struck her like a bomb.
Her knees buckled, her marehood violently quivered, and a torrent of nectar gushed from her
sex, as she was stricken with a mind-shattering wave of ecstasy. It wasn’t like she hadn’t had
orgams before, but this was an order of magnitude more powerful. Doing what she could to
remain standing, she lost herself to the maddening sea of bliss. While she was mercilessly
fucked by the trio, uncaring of how close they were to their limit, she only wished for one thing -
more.
On and on the three floating dicks went, steadily moving harder and faster until they reached a
fevered pitch. The cock in her snout blew first, pulsing and filling her muzzle with thick cream,
yet the other two weren’t far behind. Flaring within her, with their crowns flaring out to nearly
double their original size, the duo hilted and unloaded into her depths.
What felt like a tsunami of cum flooded into her bowels, filling her innards with an unbelievable
amount of spunk, but the influx of seed directly into her womb nearly broke her. Locked against
her cervix, pumping what had to be pints of jizz into her foal-factory, the smaller of the two
stallionhoods claimed her. Despite having just cum minutes ago, a second, even more powerful
climax hit her out of the blue.
Though she had no way of knowing it at the time, unable to see herself, her gut swelled and
sagged under the immense weight of what had to be gallons of spunk. While a bit of the influx
did manage to escape her, lewdly squirting from around the duo of buried lengths, the
overwhelming majority was pumped seeped into every nook and cranny of her depths. She did
have some inkling that something was off, feeling her weight gradually increase, yet she couldn’t
care less at the time - that was, until the pair of equine dongs started to withdraw.
Apparently satisfied, or possibly eager to let their disembodied compatriots have a turn, the
horse dicks hauled themselves from her battered cunt and ass. No sooner had the two cocks
slipped free from her than a geyser of cream erupted from her gaped, blown-out holes. The
relief of pressure, however undignified, was fleeting, as another two cocks quickly replaced the
duo that had finished using her.
The concept of time faded, her mind went blank, and the onslaught of pleasure was never
ending, while the cycle repeated itself. As soon as one of the dicks screwing her came, another
immediately took its place. In the end, after untold hours of savage plowing in any number of
positions, the once-regal Princess was left full of, and practically glazed from head to hoof in
jizz.
Wearily lifting her head, she only eventually realized that the experience had come to an end.
The cocks were still there, listlessly floating around her, yet not a single one made any move to
sink its turgid shaft into her - any part of her. Rolling to the side, she unabashedly splayed her
legs and waited for one of them to continue. Regrettably, not a single one seemed keen on
taking her unspoken offer.
“If you wish for more,” Xedayrd began, speaking from the ether, “you must offer me something in
return.”
“W...what?” she wheezed, her throat sore from the numerous, brutal swabbings it had endured.
“Next time,” it conceitedly cooed, as dicks disappeared one by one, “invite some of your
friends…”
And just like that, with the offer tantalizingly laid on the table, the unseen beast disappeared.
While Twilight had never gotten a look at the thing, she somehow knew it had departed from her
presence. As she wallowed in the culminated mess of untold bucketfuls of seed, a preternatural
euphoria settled over her. She could tell without looking that she was an absolute mess.
Her marehood and anus loosely hung open, with the cool air gracing her insides, while the cum
slathering her coat gradually cooled and dried. She was in desperate need of a shower, and the
entire chamber needed a thorough cleaning, but that could wait. For the time being, the only
thought dancing through her cum-drunk brain was how she could fulfill the mysterious and
depraved demon’s request...

Good god, man. You owe me a new scroll wheel.

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Probably could've uploaded the fanfics to Google Docs and link them like that

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anyone got a torrent for this?

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You're a goddamn hero.

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Artists in order?

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