Queen of Cock: Fluttershy VS Toriel (Match 27) (Patreon)

Toriel set her cup down and selected a pastry from the tray, which was wedged precariously between the great masses of curves of Fluttershy and herself, with a show of careful deliberation and a touch of grace that seemed impossible for someone so big.

“Really, dearest, I couldn’t believe that you lost. Even to someone like Renamon. A sweet girl like you, there shouldn’t be any limit to what you could do.”

Fluttershy blushed appropriately at the praise and nodded her head. “Yes, well…” she said, her voice trailing off.

It was hard to deny Toriel’s point. Fluttershy—and Toriel herself—were gifted beyond compare. Fluttershy’s bust alone obscured her knees from sight, the perfectly shaped curves an errant bwoomph of growth from sitting on the floor in front of her, and her bottom was so lush that she made it look natural, hips and thighs for days. (In fact, a careful observer would have noted her ass expanding by inches at a time every time she helped herself to another sweet treat, as if her monumental rump planned to usurp the prominence of her titanic tits!)

Toriel was only marginally less busty than the pony, but made up for this seeming deficit by the geometry-defying feat of sporting three pairs of breasts, somehow making it seem natural, even refined. And the same unearthly elegance applied to the multi-tonne behemoths between their legs: both hyper herms sported a sheath so big that their legs didn’t even reach halfway around the mighty, wrinkled masses that they straddled, their prodigious rears seated upon thrones of virility, the only things worthy of carrying such divine femininity. Behind them, walls of balls; six pairs for Toriel, a single pair for Fluttershy (her cutie-mark splayed across their vast acreage), big enough to rival entire building blocks, constantly churning, filling, growing.

“Still,” Toriel continued, “a shame. I had hoped you’d persevere, become the Queen of Cock. Certainly, you made a grand showing last we met.”

Fluttershy hid her face behind her hands and her cup of tea. “You weren’t so bad yourself, you know…”

“Mhm. And yet, I didn’t get quite big enough. I wouldn’t have beaten Rena, either.” Toriel gave a mild smile, gently chasing the introverted pony’s gaze. Behind her, the gargantuan sets of balls shifted, their churning briefly pausing, then exploding into a more intense cacophony of sound as a fresh pair of balls dropped into her sac and overwhelmed their conversation with its sloshing.

“She’s relentless. I’m just… me,” Fluttershy said. “I never really meant to compete. It just happened.”

“Don’t undersell yourself. You’re wonderfully gifted—and just because you're nice doesn’t mean you have to finish last.”

Fluttershy shrugged as she adjusted her ‘seat’ without thinking, compensating for the constant, inexorable swelling of her fiercely bulging cock, sheath pushing her thighs wider every couple of minutes as if to remind her of its existence.

“Well. I did try. It’s done now. And even if one of us meets her again, why would it be any different?”

“Because,” Toriel said, smiling deviously, “we don’t have to face her alone.”

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The earth shook.

It couldn’t be helped; Toriel and Fluttershy having sex was an awesome affair, impossible and erotic beyond belief. Neither woman should have been able to fit in such close proximity to another, or even reach the ground with their feet; and yet they did. Toriel embraced Fluttershy from behind, her twelve gigantic phalluses thrust into Fluttershy’s matching crowd of sopping slits, stretching the pony and being squeezed back with such tender, loving lust that it almost seemed out of place in the midst of such a pornographic display. Their hands explored each other, touching, teasing, delighting in every shiver and swell they provoked. Endless curves, endless cocks; Fluttershy’s throbbed in front of her, a solitary lighthouse thrust against the sky, soon joined by a growing throng of twins, gushing great volumes of cum to arch through the open air, painting the landscape with lakes of steaming seed like a godly artist with her brush. Toriel reached around to jerk them off, and Fluttershy’s cunts rippled all the more insistently around Toriel’s, eager for the first of an uncountable number of loads, of mind-numbing climaxes and seas of seed to bloat her belly as big as the rest of her fantasy-warped body.

Toriel obliged. And neither of them would ever be the same.

Panting with lust, Fluttershy craned her neck back, kissing the awe-inspiringly hung goatmom, squirming around the constantly growing spires of sexual desire, while mirroring her every step of the way, every dozen, hundred, and thousands of feet. Their hands met, clasped tightly together. And then, as close and deeply entwined as two living beings could be, Toriel and Fluttershy merged.

It was a dizzying experience, even for a pair of herms so extraordinary that sporting balls the size of planets was just another Tuesday. Toriel moaned into Fluttershy’s kiss, suddenly realizing that she felt the heat of her own breath through Fluttershy’s lips and mouth, her senses electrified as the separation between their bodies ceased to exist and they became one, limbs and cocks and all.

They were still kissing when Toriel’s head slid into place on their now shared shoulders, which grew slightly wider to compensate—and to use the extra mass brought in by Toriel’s supremely womanly body. Four sets of fat tits lined up in a neat row, dominating their front, while their ass attained truly frightening proportions, so enormous and perfect that even Toriel and Fluttershy had to shiver; just as they did at the shared size and sensitivity of their three dozen giga-cocks and the equally eager horde of pussies between their three legs. Two sets of arms completed the survey, principally under the control of their previous owner.

“Oh my…” Toriel and Fluttershy said at once, giggling and flushing with the realization, stealing little looks at each other.

“You’re so hot,” Toriel said, her hands continuing to roam over their now shared body. “So soft, so warm…”

“Y-yeah…” Fluttershy said. Though she was too shy to act on them, her thoughts were plain enough: her cocks, her cunts, even her breasts, simply grew with her arousal, bwoomphing in pleasurable surges that made her shiver.

“You realize, of course, that I can feel what you’re feeling, right?” Toriel said, not unkindly. “Not that you should stop coaxing us larger. It feels amazing!”

Fluttershy averted her eyes—while their crowd of cocks throbbed hard enough to gain another mile of length. “S-sure…”

Toriel kissed her cheek. “Nothing to hide between us now, my dear. And now we have a chance to get substantial enough to win. Don’t you think?”

“I guess,” she said, finally gathering her courage to return Toriel’s optimistic look. “Yeah. I think so.” As she did, thrusting out her chest, another two sets of boobs bloomed into existence, lactating hard enough to put the place underwater if their endowments had not so thoroughly dismantled the local sense of reality already.

“Attagirl.” Toriel caressed their belly, taut and sloshing with the ocean of her own thick cum. It wouldn’t stay that way for long. “Oh. I… we’re quicker than I thought. I think we’re going to—”

There was a resounding splash between their legs as their water broke and their first, fully formed clone followed in the next instant, an in all ways identical Toriel/Fluttershy hybrid sliding out of their pussy, only to stand up and grin at their mother/father.

“Oh! Yes. I tend to be a little… fast,” Fluttershy said, blushing again.

“Don’t worry,” the Toriel-head of the clone said, waving her hands, even as her divine endowments were still decompressing, swelling to reach the dizzying heights of her progenitor. “No need to tie knots on yourself on our behalf. Rather, we’ll help you tie those knots ourselves.” She shared a knowing look with the head of the Fluttershy next to her, before bending down as if to eat out the original Toriel/Fluttershy’s show-stoppingly thick ass… and, upon sinking their heads in between those glorious cheeks, joined their body to the original’s in a smooth merge that left Toriel/Fluttershy with a brand new taur-section, a second set of middle (extending from their tailbone) and a set of legs, with all the goodies that it implied: the same massive rack hanging off their new middle, and the same (by now) hundreds of cocks nestled within the sheathes between their legs.

“Oh!” Fluttershy repeated, her eyes briefly losing focus from the sheer, pleasurable assault on her senses, her mind reeling with the sudden doubling of tingling, friction, twice the tactile sensations and hypersexual bliss.

That was when the second clone burst forth on the scene in a shower of femcum, looking up at the multi-taur with a crafty smile.

“Gods yes!” Toriel cried, smacking her un-merged backside. “Get over here, we need to even out. Three legs, so we’ll need twice the taur sections.”

“Happily,” her own voice replied, swiftly diving in to merge with a similarly intense storm of sensation through Toriel and Fluttershy’s body, touching and tweaking themselves (and growing a new set of arms each to better do so). They were growing too horny to think straight; the sheathes between their legs—all their legs— duplicated and grew, balls multiplying exponentially as they prepared to flood the world. More clones came, joining themselves to the three-legged backsides presented so eagerly behind her; four taur sections fit here. Then eight, sixteen, thirty six, always duplicating as they branched, their undersides growing ever more crowded with heaving titties, bulging cocks, gushing cunts, and every fatter balls, a sexual wonderland, an infinitely growing fractal of erotic fantasy.

“Yes!” Fluttershy cried, forgetting her apprehension in the whirlwind of desire. “Yes, yes, yes! More, bigger!” She came, multiplied, came again. Her belly wouldn’t go down, even as she birthed hundreds, thousands of her selves, endlessly adding to her own magnificent visage.

“More?” Toriel mused, just marginally more in control of her faculties. She licked her lips, looking over herself, their reality-distorting bounty. As she leaned in for a kiss, she winked at Fluttershy, teasing their millions of ever-cumming cocks. “I think I can do more.”

On cue, their endless taur-sections suddenly lifted, shifting between each other, as cocks and boobs parted to show a sudden, rapid addition to their fecundity; the sudden impregnation of every taur-section in their sprawling chain of body parts, thousands, millions of bellies full of life, ready to birth an army anew to join into their infinitely branching enormity.

“Now,” Toriel said, grinning, “let’s see how many more we can add the old-fashioned way.”

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