Twilight's Ascension (Patreon)

Twilight had often wondered what it would be like to become a Princess of Hyperquestria. How it would feel, what good she could do. It was a lofty role, full of potential and obligations, and she had sworn to do her very best to fill it.

Today was the day of her Ascension—and now Twilight found that she filled it too well. The throne chafed at her hips, unable to house her fecund figure for long. It wasn’t just her increased stature—though suddenly standing 8 feet tall didn’t help—that renderer her seat increasingly inadequate; it was the fact that her ass had grown into the biggest, juiciest peach in the entire kingdom, an obscene booty that even Pinkie couldn’t hope to match. And her boobs had followed right along, claiming the majority of her torso as they grew past beach balls, past pumpkins, past any reasonable measurement, a pair of impossibly perfect breasts big enough to hang to her hips even despite their supernatural perkiness. Twilight gave them a probing nudge, barely able to reach her own nipples, despite their prodigious size. Bigger than last she checked, of that she was sure. Her alicorn transformation had transpired hours ago, and yet her tits were still growing whenever her attention wandered. The same went for her ass, judging by the increasingly desperate groaning of her seat.

Not bad for a scrawny nerd that couldn’t even fill her bra that morning.

But that was hardly the biggest change in her life. That title went to the near apocalyptic instrument of mass breeding that slumbered between her legs: Twilight’s god-cock, its heft and greed unrivaled across all of her domain. It sat in a thick, wrinkly sheath the size of an oil barrel, its obscene mass matched only by the fat, gurgling nuts below it, which displayed her cutie mark across its dusky, purple canvas.

That was the reason that she had been left on her own to feel out herself before any official business was conducted. That was the reason that Canterlot had been cleared out, lest Twilight accidentally impregnated the whole court (female and male alike) in the exploration of her new powers.

The first few hours had come and gone without much fanfare. Alicorn or not, Twilight was still her old self, with the mind of a dorky bookworm transplanted into the body of a sex goddess. But, she reasoned as she ran her hand slowly across the monster between her legs, the whole castle had been emptied out for her benefit. It would be a shame to let all that effort go to waste.

A tremor ran through the throne room, sending crystal glass and ornate chandeliers tinkling with dissonant melodies. It was a warning. But Twilight was not listening. The creaking rumble and the aggressive churning between her legs was too enticing—and too loud, besides—captivating the young Princess with a wealth of forbidden sensations. Her sheath filled in her hands, pushing her exceedingly plump thighs apart as it grew, demanding more space for her erection, and Twilight was all too eager to grant it. She pressed her delicate fingers into the folds of her sheath and stroked it greedily, her loins awash with a tingling expectation that would have rendered a lesser pony an orgasmic mess. But Twilight was an alicorn, now, and she wanted more.

Her cock complied. It swelled, inch by inch, progressing through her sheath at an agonizingly slow pace, forcing Twilight’s lusts to build and build and build; much like her body did, tits and ass fattening without a care for the integrity of her throne, her magnificent wingspan creeping closer and closer to the ceiling far above her head. Who said she needed a throne? Her balls would do the job just fine, swelling inexorably with downright dangerous volumes of mare-jizz. Steam started to rise from her crotch, a heady mix of sweat and musk so strong that she might well enslave her guards from exposure. In seconds, the vast throne room had become a sauna, sweltering with the sheer heat radiating from her cock. Which, to Twilight’s rising annoyance, still remained inside her nearly body-dwarfing sheath.

C’mon, she thought, biting her lip. Her strokes became harder, ordering her vast ponycock to reveal itself. She followed the pull of its weight, standing up to thrust at the empty air as the building desperation of her lust gripped her. A stream of precum leaked from the meaty grotto of her sheath, a stream that soon became a raging river as Twilight groped herself and rolled the sensitive mass against the crevice of her balls.

Hyperquestria’s newest goddess was not going to let her cock get the better of her. She had the bright idea of enlisting her boobs to the task. It did no’t take much coaxing at all to make them bloom even faster, the perfect, purple mounds expanding out to rival the rest of her body. Perfect for titfucking herself.

Twilight’s cock burst into view within the first stroke, a meaty spire as wide as its owner and twice as long. The sweltering heat and the intensity of her mind-melting musk increased ten-fold in the blink of an eye, and only continued to rise as her 20-foot marecock gushed a fountain of cum across the length of the throne room.

And yet, that was not why Twilight’s jaw hit the floor. It wasn’t even the fact that she was now locked in a continual orgasm, cumming so hard that the lower floors of the castle would be underwater within minutes, or that, despite this physics-defying output, her balls were still growing bigger.

No, it was the fact that when Twilight pushed her cock out of her sheath… two more had followed.

She had never even considered that Alicorns might be triple-cocked by default. She had not even suspected it from carrying around that immense weight between her legs all day. But now the cat was out of the bag, so to speak, and the throne room was dominated by three immense cocks, throbbing among each other as they raced to fill Canterlot with cum and flesh.

Twilight shivered. She was too turned on to even consider the implications. She just wanted more. Which, she noted, made her cocks grow even faster, pouring from her stretched sheath foot by glorious foot, glistening with so much condensed cockmusk that she might’ve filled the room with it, if not for the far more immediate high-pressure floods of cum that ravaged the empty halls outside. And there was something else, a tingle at the edge of her mind that resolved itself into an itch between her legs.

Twilight scratched—and found herself now pulled bodily off her feet as a new scrotum dropped out of her crotch, materializing at the size of her fist before growing so rapidly that it almost bruised its owner on its way to match her first set. By the time her third pair of balls grew in, Twilight was beached entirely on top of her new endowments, the princess surveying her realm of expanding purple flesh.

And she saw it was good.

The divinely hung alicorn laughed with manic glee as she sank her hands into her tits and fucked them without shame or restraint. Moving came easy to her, even as the weight of her body crossed into the tonnes, and her ever-fattening ass cheeks clapped loudly as she thrust her trio of madly gushing cocks into the tight, slippery crevice. The throne room seemed rather small, all of a sudden. It could not hope to handle the realm’s newest and biggest dickmare, a goddess made flesh. And unfortunately for Canterlot, Twilight no longer cared to keep it safe. There was only one thing on her mind: more.

The explosion of the roof was the first outward sign of the impending catastrophe. Vast, purple wings stretched out of the castle, wrapping themselves around the buildings as if to protect them—or perhaps, to claim them as her own. For a moment, the sight became almost biblical, as a second pair of Twilight’s wings unfurled from her back, thrust out in all of their glory over the by now rapidly flooding castle, waterfalls of cum gushing from every door, every window, every little crevice. The reveal of her third set of wings, however, coincided with the discovery that would seal Hyperqustria’s Canterlot’s fate.

Twilight was not merely triple-cocked. She had more between her legs—and she only needed to push.

The alicorn threw her head back, howling in pleasure as her next three cocks exploded into view, her full crop of fat, floppy studcocks sweeping through the castle as if it were made of tissue paper. They spanned hundreds of feet, thick and veiny, and as Twilight clenched her ass and thrust, hundreds more emerged.

“Fuuuck…” The Princess cried, delirious with the discovery. Thrust, clench—six cocks became twelve. Twelve became twenty four. She stroked herself madly, noting with delight how every single squeeze and grinding and even the mere thought of it made her sheath swell thicker, heavier, bigger, the source of endless pleasure.

And still she wanted more. Twilight became a nexus of her sexual organs, the fulcrum of a growing army of penises, the center of an hourglass figure so vast that it made the very ground shake. Her tits buried Ponyville as they surged forwards, while her eternally fattening ass jiggled behind her with every delirious thrust that saw her army grow. Hundreds, thousands, her slick, throbbing shafts pushed towards the horizon, becoming the very landscape that she now ruled.

She had often wondered what being a Princess would be like. Now she knew why Celestia never told her. Old Twilight would never have believed it. But New Twilight… New Twilight would take on the mantle. New Twilight would take care of Hyperquestria.

New Twilight would grow forever.