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It had started innocently enough. Twilight Sparkle had started streaming in her last year at Canterlot High. The plan had been to gain a following and try to turn it into a revenue stream, hopefully contributing to the tuition fees of one of the many colleges she had been eyeballing. The reclusive shut-in had hoped to stream a few strategy games, spark discussion and engage with other scientific colleagues with herself as the hostess, answering questions and building an audience. On some level, it felt the safest way to conquer her own social anxieties. Within the first month, she had noticed how her view count skyrocketed whenever she wore a push-up bra, then there were the low-cut shirts, the glossy lipstick, the thigh high stockings, all met with the same surge in followers.
Her first donation striptease had made her more cash in one night than her entire streaming career hence, and after her account was banned on Hitch, her OnlyFriends page had proven more lucrative than most job offers. Paying for breast implants seemed like a drop in the bucket and a worthwhile investment. She began to revel in the thrill of pleasuring herself to a crowd of invisible patrons, safely keeping them behind the lens as she wrapped her lips around rubber phalluses and teased her nethers with vibrating toys. The entire enterprise had started with the now distant idea of funding her post-secondary education, so she found the pleated skirt and pigtails of a naughty schoolgirl very fitting.
Then someone claiming to be a fellow camgirl, LovePrincess, had reached out to her out of the blue and offered to pull a few strings to get her an opportunity she had never imagined; a chance to film with Carousel Studio.
The famous adult film company was looking for new talent. A good initial performance could lead to a one year contract working in the heart of the business, at the direction of experienced, passionate creators and with a potential for renewal. She was finally being recognized, even if it was for her ability to moan around a purple dildo.
Now here she was, with Carousel’s costume and makeup department, getting worked on by professionals. The studio building had looked innocuous from the outside, only an address on her contract telling her where to go. But once she’d mustered up enough courage to enter, she’d been quickly waved into a prep room by the studio’s vivacious receptionist.
The two girls dressing her were certainly intensive, and downright invasive in their work. Preparing for a porn shoot wasn’t like any other kind of film. Every inch of her needed to be ready for closeups, which meant makeup didn’t end at the face. Twilight had realised when the girls asked her to take off her bathrobe that this would really be the first time she would be naked in front of other people. She had shivered as her robe hit the floor, and not just from the chill of exposure. The two artists assigned to her looked as though they mostly worked on themselves. Their skin seemed impossibly smooth and perfect, with a glossy sheen that made them seem almost plastic. Their plump lips were bedecked with thick layers of fluorescent gloss that matched the tone of their sleek, short hair. As Twilight laid back and let them wax her legs, she found her eyes drawn to their plump breasts that seemed to constantly risk spilling out of the stark white button up that was their only article of clothing beyond high heels and similarly white headbands. The collar was low enough to expose oodles of cleavage, and the hem just low enough to serve as a skirt, if barely. The two seemed to enjoy flashing Twilight every time they bent over for another makeup case or dab of wax. A few casual strokes of an applicator and a sharp tug that elicited a high pitched squeal left Twilight with a completely smooth vulva. She experimentally prodded at the tender flesh of her nether lips, lost in the sensation of utter hairlessness that a razor just couldn’t provide. It took a few seconds for her to realize that she was probing herself in front of the two attendants, but all they did was share a smirk as they rubbed her thighs with lotion.
Twilight accommodatingly puckered her lips and turned her head as the two applied layers of makeup. Purple eye shadow that highlighted her violet hair, shiny pink lipstick to draw the eyes and rogue on the cheeks to enhance her already intense natural blush. Lotions and oils made her skin shine from head to toe, and left every inch of her looking taut, fresh and inviting.
The two experts guided Twilight over to the costume rack next, artfully selecting and dressing her in a choice version of her own signature outfit. A thong that rode high enough to peek over her waistband was first, followed by a skirt that didn’t so much cover her groin as act as a pleated accent to her hips. After that she was given a pair of heels that raised her almost half a foot off the floor. Her breasts were wrapped in a cropped white blouse that held itself in place with three strained buttons, leaving her midsection and cleavage on full display. Then the two artfully applied a pair of scrunchies to her hair, drawing them up into her own bookish pigtails. A similarly tight violet choker was cinched around her throat, thin and temptingly fragile. Then finally, a pair of glasses were perched on her nose to complete the look.
Twilight expected to be shown a full body mirror, to take in the culmination of professional effort, but instead she was escorted to a pink-panelled device that looked like a film camera. The actress craned her neck to see “IP*R Mark 1.0” written on the side in bedazzled glitter. The five-pointed star symbol between the P and the R shone with golden light.
“Is this my…my screen test?” She awkwardly asked the two other girls as they took up position on either side of the device.
“More like Carousel’s little secret of success.” The blue-haired one giggled.
“This was entrusted to Madame Rarity herself, so she says.” The Pink haired one added. “It’ll give you that extra little bounce that makes all our stars the sexiest, most alluring and appealing in showbiz.”
“Is it...safe?” Twilight winced as the two began to flip switches along the side and the entire mechanism let out a low but growing humming sound. “I mean, what does this really do?”
“To a normal person?” Blue shrugged. “Just makes them buxom, irresistible and the perfect piece of fuck meat.”
“To you?” Pink chimed in as she flicked a switch. “Well, let’s see!”
A pink flash leapt from the lens of the machine before Twilight could even flinch. Instantly, her whole body was wrapped in a warm tingle, like sliding into a freshly poured bath. Despite her wardrobe, she felt naked, exposed and undefended against this new, alien energy that permeated her body.
Twilight felt it in her pussy first. She had never instinctively thought of her own vagina that way, but in this moment, it was her pussy. No other word could describe the intensity, the vigour and the sensitivity of her new core. She felt heat blossom upwards within her abdomen, reaching like tentacles throughout her body. Even as it widened and thickened her soft and needy vulva, the heat spread elsewhere. Her breasts felt it next, swelling with new mass and sensitivity. The girl’s nipples stiffened and did not subside, pushed outwards as her tits inflated like silicon basketballs. Twilight wanted to bring her hands up to them and feel the swell, but she was paralyzed by the electricity that permeated her. Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips as they also grew larger, softer, perfect for wrapping around a long, hard cock. Her skin crackled as it grew smoother, tanner and vulnerable to the slightest touch. Her hair deepened in colour and luster. Twilight shook her head and felt the ends of her pigtails tickle her lower back, now so much longer and more substantial, real handlebars that could be held on to. Her violet nails grew longer, extending a full inch past her fingertips. Her outfit wasn’t spared either. The already threadbare blouse grew thinner, shrinking all the more to reveal the top and bottom of her inflated breasts. Her pronounced nipples were plainly visible through the almost translucent material, and the three buttons now desperately strained to keep the minimalist article of clothing clasped over cleavage that was plainly visible through the wide button gaps. Her thong narrowed out into a g-string and rose higher, the threadbare center of it vanishing completely between a pair of asscheeks that were swelling to match her breasts. Twilight’s heels grew by several inches, increasing her stature and forcing her to adopt a stiffer posture that thrust her newly pronounced bosoms outwards. Twilight let out a little gasp as she felt a warm star ignite itself deep within the folds of her womanhood, simmering away and echoing out a single impulse that could be translated into a word: More.
The actress staggered. The entire process had taken only a few seconds, but the effect was undeniable. She’d been a pretender before, a girl trying to dress herself as something appealing and eye-catching. Now she was undeniable, insatiable. The perfectly tight set of lips, tits, ass and pussy, inviting and eager.
Then, the two artists showed her to the mirror.
Twilight Sparkle drank herself in. She turned and postured, watching her flawless, shining flesh ripple and jiggle with every movement. Every curvaceous inch of her sang with erotic energy. She smacked her plump lips, their sheer mass forming a permanent pucker. She blinked, sensing the wind resistance against her elongated eyelashes and feeling as though she could conjure a small breeze with a few flutters. Twilight didn’t even need to touch herself to feel her round, heaving tits or the way her nipples seemed ready to cut straight through the tissue thin fabric of her top. The transformed young woman spun in a tight circle, her heels clacking off the linoleum floor. The slight fringe of material that could have once been called a skirt tickled her hips as it swished with the movement. Both ripe globes of her ass were on full display, entirely unclothed between the full devoured underwear and a micro skirt that was more of a belt. Every inch of her glistened as if freshly oiled and she felt like she could fry an egg on her own abs. Abs that were tighter and more defined than she ever thought possible. Her glasses shone every time she turned her head, catching the light and turning her tantalizing face into something round, innocent and begging for corruption.
Twilight had changed so completely, but every time her thoughts tried to nail down the extremity of what had happened to her, there was a soft, pink warmth that crept into her mind and reminded her of how full her breasts were and how ready she was for dick. She had been altered, with little warning or knowledge. Shouldn’t her body have felt alien? Why did she only feel more herself? It was difficult to even focus on the distant emotion of foreboding when there was a camera waiting for her, and the excitement of a possible scene partner. She glanced up at the two artists who had facilitated her transformation. They were looking her up and down like a recently completed masterpiece.
“So..” She spoke haltingly. “When’s the shoot?”
“Enthusiastic, aren’t we?” Pink mused.
“That attitude will get you far in this business.” Blue encouraged. “You’re expected in room 3. Numbers are on the door, Precious.”
Twilight Sparkle wandered out of the makeup room, her whole body humming with a new, eager spark. The hallway beyond was clean and lit with dim pink sconces that bathed the area in organic, alluring light. She tried to get her bearings, eyes flitting between the magenta doors. Each one had a design of a cut gem lavishly inscribed on it, centered on a number in glittering golden script. Twilight found her new nails instinctively tapping against her puffy lips as she tried to find the door marked “3”. Already she could feel her nethers warming up, in anticipation of what would come next. Would they make her play with toys on camera? Flick herself off with her legs spread wide? Or maybe.. she’d be told to actually fuck someone. Twilight quivered at the thought of her first time with another person, and the idea that it would be recorded for distribution no less…
Her steamy train of thoughts was interrupted by a door banging open to her left. A copper skinned, impossibly toned young woman strode out of the open threshold, stopping briefly in front of Twilight. Her entire body seemed to be composed of taut, sinewy muscle, her skin glistening with what could be oil, sweat or makeup. A similarly slicked back crop of short, vividly purple hair completed the look of someone used to strenuous activity. She managed to be physically imposing, even while being a full head shorter than Twilight.
It was easy to make out the angular sculpture of her body, as the newcomer was dressed in nothing but a G-string and few pieces of fishnet fabric, which left her small, taught breasts on full display. She passively blew up and popped a piece of bubble gum between her glistening golden lips as she eyeballed Twilight Sparkle. The new recruit finally dragged her eyes off the other woman's shredded abs to notice a skateboard tucked under one arm.
“Oh” Twilight’s lips formed a perfect circle. “So that’s what the knee pads are for.”
She gestured to the protective garments, which complemented a similar pair ensconcing her elbows. She let out a nervous giggle.
“I kind of thought…”
“They were for dick suckin’?” The muscular woman responded blunty in a light, slightly scratchy voice. “Yeah, they’re good for that too. But I don’t have to tell you something like that, with the pair of cock pillows on you.” She reached out her free hand and laid a finger on Twilight’s lower lip. The taller woman shuddered slightly. Her tongue reflexively flicked out to lick at the protruding digit, and her lips flexed, feeling an instinctive desire to suckle. Sparkle’s eyes crossed to look at the girl, her eyes lowering to the purple choker she wore and the eye-catching gold letters that spelled out “SLUT” in thin letters.
“Let’s go, Scoots”
The two broke away. Another, larger woman closer to Twilight’s height had emerged and approached them. She was hard to miss, her hair was a vivid riot of colours and her even darker tanned flesh was even more etched with muscle than the smaller girl’s.
The newcomer laid an open handed smack across her friend's pert little ass, making her flinch and coo.
“Name’s Rainbow.” The wildly coloured woman introduced herself. The name suited her, from the seven stripes of colour in her hair to the similar spectrum on her lips and each nail. Her entire wardrobe was a few strips of sky blue fabric that could barely be called a bikini. “I take it you’re the new girl? Hell, they’re gonna eat you up.”
She planted a hand on one hip as she eyed Twilight’s body, her gaze lingering on her stomach and tits. Twilight shivered slightly at the objectifying stare. She was being eyeballed like a piece of meat and it was absolutely thrilling, to be so basely stimulating and inspiring of raw, animalistic urges.
Rainbow grabbed Scoot’s shoulder and tugged her towards another door. “C’mon Scootaloo, we’ve got filming in five. I swear, it’s our turn to wear Soarin out.”
“As if.” Scootaloo popped her gum again. “I bet he’ll have you begging for the towel before me.”
“First time for everything.” Rainbow chuckled as she led her smaller costar through an open door. She took one last look at Twilight, clearly appreciating the view. “Hew new girl, if you’re ever in the mood to be put through your paces, hit me up. You look like you’ve got stamina.”
The door swung shut behind her, leaving Twilight alone again and frustratingly aroused. She finally found the wherewithal to start walking again, and at last arrived at the door marked “3”. After a brief knock brought her no attention, she pushed her way inside.
The quarters within were intimate. Of course, it looked like an expanded bedchamber, everything centered around the large king size that occupied the far wall. Multiple cameras were set up around the room, their shooting angles free of the clutter created by the wires and lights that were bunched up everywhere but the stage. Twilight had to gawk at the production value of it all. She had come a long way from a web camera and a mic stand. One or two crew members milled through the set, while others were busy behind a folding screen.
“Ah! There’s our rising star!” A breathy but silken voice spoke up from across the room. “Let’s have a look at you…”
Twilight turned to greet the new voice, and came face to tits with the head director, producer and owner of Carousel Studio herself, Rarity.
It seemed inaccurate to call her naked. While her only articles of clothing were an open fur coat and a pair of towering platform heels, Rarity wore her confidence and glamour like armour. She seemed unassailable as she closed the distance between them with a casual, swaying strut that bounced her velvety hips back and forth. Rarity was almost a head higher than the young actress, but angled herself just right so that the invasion of personal space ended with her massive tits pressed up against Twilight’s. The bespectacled girl’s new endowments had felt large, but they absolutely paled in comparison to the silicone boulders pressed up against her own. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the larger woman’s stiffened nipples joust against hers, two hardpoints of duelling battleships.
“Pleasure, Darling.” Her refined accent airily softened her consonants and seemed to steal Twilight’s own voice. “It seems as though you’ve cleaned up nicely.”
Twilight struggled to maintain eye contact, forcing herself rigid as she felt the warmth and sex radiating off of the grander woman pressing against her. Her eyes wanted to flutter, her legs wanted to spread. Just being in Rarity’s presence sent an erotic current running through her body. She realized she had been subconsciously rubbing her chest against her boss’s, enjoying the sensation of her own turgid nipples bumping and flicking against the larger set.
“Nice and eager, aren’t we?” Rarity’s white glossy lips curled into a sly smile. “Good. Remember how much you want it, Darling. The camera will absolutely adore you.”
“I’m ready to go.” Twilight spoke with as firm a voice as she could muster. “Where do you want me?”
“Well.” A devilish look came into the other woman’s eyes. “If you’re that eager to please, I’ve got a special treat for you.”
Twilight licked her own thickened lips. “I can take anything you have to give me.” The director’s own confidence was bolstering her own.
A sparkle entered Rarity’s eyes as she bit one of her ivory lips. “Oh, but aren’t you just scrumptious...”
One of her hands came up to dance across Twilight’s shoulder, her long, lacquered nails tickling her flesh and giving her goose pimples. She seemed to think the better of it, and brought her hand away. Her oceanic blue eyes never left Twilight’s as she took a step back, letting both their bosoms bounce back to perfect roundness.
“Let’s put that energy to use with your big scene, shall we? I believe in the deep end approach, Darling. Let’s throw you in and see what gets wet.”
“He’s ready to go!” Someone from behind the screen called out. She sounded out of breath and slightly gargled. “Had a load or two for me, so he should be primed for a good long shoot.”
Twilight swore the ground trembled slightly as she turned around, feeling ambient heat against her bare flesh. The bright glare of the stage lights was suddenly blotted out by a broad shape, and the pigtailed actress felt her knees knock together as she turned around.
“This is Big Mac.” Rarity grinned. “He’ll be your scene partner.”
The man standing before Twilight didn’t seem real. He was more of a landmass than a person. Even in heels, the woman barely came up to his chest. Every inch of him was carved from solid, impeccable muscle. A rippling eight pack led up to pectorals like tombstones. His arms were thicker around at the bicep than Sparkle’s hips, and he had hands that looked like they belonged on construction equipment. But first and foremost, was the undeniable presence and girth of his cock.
It jutted from his hips like a tree branch. As thick around as a wine bottle, and longer still. Testicles like baseballs swung underneath the colossal root as he casually approached her.Twilight felt numbers whizz through her head as she tried to calculate what even touching the thing would do to her. The head capping off the enormous shaft of meat was like a fist, and promised to deliver similar devastation to anyone who found themselves on the receiving end.
“Action” Rarity smiled as she stepped back.
Twilight was paralyzed. Fully erect, the tip of Mac’s colossal member came up to her chin. Some unfamiliar instinct made her mouth water just by looking at it, even though the pillar of flesh seemed like it could spear her through like a fish on a pike.
“Wh-what’s my character?” She offered weakly.
“You’re a junior college student.” Rarity offered as she sat in a leather bound spinning chair. One of her impossibly long legs crossed over the other.
“You’ve managed to get some time alone with your professor and you’ll do anything for an A”
Big Mac remained motionless, watching Twilight as she extended a single, long nail and traced it along the length of his shaft.
Treat it just like one of your toys. She told herself. It’s just a really, REALLY big toy…
“Good.” Rarity directed. “Put her on the bed.”
One of Mac’s massive hands came up and seized Twilight roughly by the shoulder, shoving her backwards. The aspiring actress gasped as she went completely airborne, thrown bodily by a simple gesture from the colossus she’d been partnered with. Her rump bounced off the soft and accommodating mattress, her legs spread wide. She was already panting, her heart thundering away with exhilaration and her chest heaving.
“Straddle her.” Rarity instructed. “Give her something to play with.”
“Eyup.” Mac thundered, climbing onto the bed after Twilight. He spread his legs, boxing the girl in. His penis slid towards her like the bow of a pirate ship. She managed to tear her eyes off of it long enough to look at him face to face. Beneath a shaggy head of straw-coloured hair, two wide, green eyes gazed down at her, patient and gentle.
“Balls in your court, Darling.” Rarity called out. “Show us what you’re made of.”
Twilight pushed herself upwards, trying to take initiative. She crept forward on all fours, Mac’s member dominating her perspective like a monolith. She licked her lips, trying to prepare herself.
Just another toy
She started by running her tongue along the shaft, tasting the heat and meaty flavour of his flesh. Then she cupped her own breasts, feeling the unfamiliar heft of her own tit meat. They jiggled like a tempting dessert, and seemed to pull her forward of their own accord. Another hand from Big Mac came up like a hatchet, swiping down to instantly undo her shirt and free her breasts. She felt the sharp rush of exposure as her tits bounced into exposure for herself, Mac, the camera and the world. The potential eyes of millions crackled against her skin, but did not diminish her as she kept advancing.There was a giant to slay.
Twilight brought her tits together with her hands, pressing their soft flesh against the steely mass of Mac’s cock. Maybe she could try to get a feel for it, gauge it’s real girth and mass, or just finish him with her tits. Her freshly inflated breasts, which had moments ago seemed so impossibly huge, were suddenly not up to the task. She pressed her chest up against his rod, nestling as much of it against her sternum and squeezing her own boobs on either side. Even enveloping it this way made her gape in awe.
“Do you…do you want it like this?”
Mac reached for something beneath the sheets, and withdrew a bottle of clear lubricant. With a single squeeze, he sprayed in across Twilight’s tits, coating them in a slippery sheen that tickled her as it began to drip down her curvature.
“Yup.”
Twilight started by lifting her tits up and down, appreciating their new heft and capacity to jiggle. She began to thrust with them, but realized that she was barely managing to cover a fifth of his length. She tried bucking her hips and bouncing on her exposed butt, rubbing her entire torso against his shaft. She shoved her tits up and down, feeling their lubricated mass slide along the solid veins of Mac’s rod. She started building up momentum, rising and falling in place like she was riding a rebellious stallion. One of Big Mac’s hands came up and he cupped her entire head in his palm, pushing his sausage of a thumb into her mouth. Twilight moaned around the digit, licking and suckling at it.
“Louder, Darling” Rarity instructed, and Twilight accommodated, pitching up her volume and letting long, keening moans escape around the probing finger. Mac removed his thumb with a wet pop, and guided Twilight’s face towards the head of his dick.
I can do this. Twilight psyched herself up. I can do this.
She kissed the tip of his scepter first, then began to lick it, tickling it with her tongue and eliciting a grunt from Big Mac. She worked faster, planting longer, open mouthed kisses that let her taste the hearty organ. She pushed herself to go deeper, fitting more and more of the apple-sized tip into her mouth, lavishing it with her tongue. Her hands flew from her own tits to brace herself against Mac’s hips. His own ass was as hard as the rest of him. Grappling with him felt like climbing a sheer rock face.
The purple-haired woman began to apply suction, breathing through her nose and using her diaphragm to apply as much pressure as possible. She realized how incredible it must look, to see a woman using her entire body to service a single extremity of a man practically twice her size. Big Mac grunted again, more rhythmically with Twilight’s bucking. He grabbed her by both ponytails, using them like handlebars to pull her head downwards onto himself, forcing more and more of his meat into her mouth. Twilight felt his cockhead begin to press against the back of her mouth, but she didn’t even need to suppress the instinct to gag. Instead she kept sucking, feeling her tongue slide further and further along his length. He began to buck his own hips, his smooth balls rocking and thudding against her inner thighs. His entire cock twitched upwards, dragging Twilight with it and practically stunning her against his abs. She maintained her tempo as his grip on her hair tightened and he arched his back. Big Mac let out a seething grunt and his entire body spasmed, and Twilight felt as though a bomb had gone off in her mouth. Something wet and heavy hit the back of her throat, which she swallowed without thinking. A long, heavy rope of fluid was fed to her as Big Mac came like a shotgun blast. Twilight was held in place by his impossibly strong arms, forced to swallow all of it. It barely even touched her tongue, he was so deep in her throat. Finally, he ran dry with a shudder and Twilight broke away, pulling herself off of his gargantuan member with a pop and being allowed to fall backwards on the bed, panting.
She had done it, she’d conquered the beast. Big Mac had been drained and satisfied, and her first day had been a total-
“Be a dear and pull down her panties.” Rarity chimed in. “Time for the main event.”
Twilight’s head darted upwards in shock, eyes widening behind her glasses. She had expected her scene partner to be just as spent, if not moreso. Her understanding was that after a good solid load, any man was expected to go flaccid and peter out. Not so for Macintosh, it seemed.
“You-you’re still hard?” Twilight gasped. “After all that? You couldn’t possiblyeeeeee!” Her protest turned into a shriek as Mac’s hand slid up her thigh and hip, under the waistband of her G-string and skirt. Bunching up both garments in his fist, he yanked them down her legs and threw them across the room, leaving her in just an open shirt, heels and glasses. Twilight’s legs spread, exposing her pink, soaking wet pussy.
“Cup your breasts.” Rarity instructed, breathing heavy now. “You’ll want to hang on to them. Macintosh, take her for a ride.”
Twilight accommodated, feeling and squeezing her own heavy tits just as Big Mac’s arms slid beneath her spread legs and tensed shoulders like the limbs of a forklift. She let out a loud yelp as she felt his steel cable muscles flex beneath her, hardening in an instant as he lifted her bodily into the air, swinging her upright. He buried his face in her exposed crotch as she instinctively wrapped her thighs around his head. His meaty hands grabbed her by the forearms and held her in place, riding his shoulders and towering over the rest of the studio. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the cameras all pivoting upwards to keep her in the center frame. She felt spread on a rack, completely at the mercy of this powerful animal that had seized her in his clutches.
Twilight felt Mac’s hot breath against her abdomen, the exhalations condensing on her inner thighs. His tongue flicked out teasingly, flickering against her lower lips. Twilight let out an involuntary squeak as she teetered in place. He redoubled his efforts, probing deeper with his tongue, and pulling more yelps and moans out of Twilight. The cam girl had had enough experience in front of the lens to know how to play up the reaction to pleasure, she had faked plenty of orgasms in her time. Now, acting was completely unnecessary. Either her transformation had rewritten her nervous system and multiplied her sensitivity, or Big Mac really was that good.
“Su-such a gentleman.” Twilight groaned as she felt his tongue slide deeper into her canal, teasing and probing like an expert surgeon, knowing exactly where to apply pressure to make her shudder with pleasure. She again writhed in place against his iron grip, immobile and helpless to his will.
“Keep talking.” Rarity instructed. Her crossed leg was kicking idly in the air. There was a definite flush to her own porcelain features now.
“Oh…deeper.” Twilight cooed. “You-yu-you’re gonna make me..” Her breath came to her in sharp gasps as she felt the burning star of pleasure between her legs build in intensity. She began to buck with what little movement was available to her, grinding her pelvis against Mac’s face, feeling her exposed breasts jiggle and shake in the open air. She was so close to the stage lights that they felt like the sun beating down on her flesh.
Then, Big Mac was gone from between her thighs, just before she would have been pushed over the line, and she was falling backwards. Twilight opened her eyes in shock as she was released, crashing back down into the soft bed sheets, various parts of her bouncing more than others. She was splayed out on the mattress, flush, exposed and achingly close to climax. Again, she could feel the cameras swivelling to follow her. Keeping her center frame, the star of the show.
Her lips trembled as she looked up at the monolith of Mac’s cock. It loomed over her, its presence undeniable and singular.
“Pleeeeease…” She begged. “I neeed it. Please, please…” She arched her back imploringly, writhing with desperation. There was performing a role, and then there was getting fucked on camera. The purple-haired actress didn’t concern herself with the distinction.
Mac complied. With one huge hand, he guided his shaft to align with Twilight’s twitching, oversensitive pussy. She practically collapsed into herself at just the feeling of his tender head pressing up against her lower lips. Just the tip felt wider around than flowering labia, but it didn’t discourage Mac. He held her down with an arm like a planted tree and pushed himself inside.
Twilight squealed at the penetration. Her vagina was impossibly distended by the magnitude of Mac’s initial thrust, and there was the promise of more to follow. She curled her toes, a blend of anxiety and ecstasy flooding her form as Mac began to push deeper, palming some of the leftover lube off of Sparkle’s tits and rubbing it along his shaft as it slid into her, inch by inch. Twilight’s eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the hot pillar of skin skewer her like a hog on a spit. This was no plaything or rubber phallus she had control of, all she could do was let this use her as it wanted. The only toy here was her.
“Fuhhh…uuhhhh” Twilight gibbered. “Gnnnnn…”
Mac took that as a sign to drive himself entirely inside. Twilight instinctively kicked, wrapping her legs around her scene partner’s waist as he pushed himself into her with the delicacy of a freight train. One of her manicured hands scrabbled in the sheets behind her, gripping at the fabric and hanging on as her entire body seemed to part, giving way to his colossal rod. She felt packed to the brim, like a cannon having its load shoved down before the shot. Every vein and curve of Mac's unbelievable dick traced itself on the insides of her vagina, stretching her out past what she thought was possible. At some point, the thought of something breaking inside of her passed through Twilight’s addled mind. The idea that she would reach her limit and burst like a balloon around the giant’s hammer, but it only kept pushing her to one new extreme after the last. The concept of how something so huge would even fit in her was too elaborate an idea to hold in her head, when all that she could think of was the ecstasy of the moment.
Big Mac began to pump, his hips bucking against Twilight’s own as he rammed himself into her over and over again. The young actress felt shockwaves of stimulus shoot through her with every thrust. It was sublime torment, to be gripped and thrust into and manipulated like a plaything. She arched her back and let her tits swing and jiggle with the rhythm of Mac’s thrusting, taking her own delight in how they rolled back and forth across her chest, occasionally slamming into each other like a silicon Newton’s cradle.
She tried to put on a performance, her dick-scattered mind not registering that watching a nubile student getting absolutely drilled into a mattress by a behemoth of a man was more than enough for anyone watching. She wanted to say something. Complement his size, talk about her boobies, even mention that he was technically taking her virginity. All she managed to get out were moans of delight, gasps and the occasional slurred mumble. She had no control over her tongue, or any part of herself below the waist. Her ass belonged to Mac, and he would use it to his own pleasure.
The star of delight that had been burning inside of her since it met Mac’s tongue had become a raging inferno. It flared and pulsed like a second heartbeat, pushing her to the promise of a climax like one she’d never experienced before. Mac built in momentum, sensing Twilight’s tension beneath him. She craned her head back, her whole body ready, desperate, boiling beneath her skin.
The orgasm went off like a grande inside of her. She was helpless to it, her whole body spasming as her nervous system surrendered to the pleasure. She let out a long, deep and intense howl, drawing in breath with a series of short gasps to let herself keep moaning. She finally seized enough motor control to kick at the sheets with her flailing legs, prompting Mac to seize her by the thighs and continue pounding into her. She had barely come to terms with her climax before another one crashed into her like waves on a rock. It was too much. She went limp, content to only gasp as she was left subject to the repeated, persistent penetration.
Sparkle dimly recognized Big Mac’s hands gripping her flesh tighter, his breath coming more sharply, matching hers. She was too addled with the mishmash of warring orgasms cluttering her brain to react in any way, capable only of shuddering and twitching as Mac finally reached his own singular eruption. He withdrew himself like a bullet from a gun and gripped the base of his shaft, angling his cannon just so to completely coat Twilight with the burst of his seed. Twilight lay gasping, her blurry eyes staring up at nothing as Mac’s cum painted obscene patterns on her body. She idly licked at some that fell across her cheek, tasting the hot, sticky fluid. Her entire body was working solely on basic instinct, everything beyond the basic urge to mate thrust out of her skull.
“Cut!” A familiar voice rang out.
“Magnificent” Rarity clapped. “We’ll film the integral plot parts tomorrow. Give you a little time to catch your breath.”
Mac was already slipping back into a downy white robe, leaving it open as his erection still bobbed in the air before him.
“Ah.” the director rose to her feet. “Fluffers, could you please help him with that? Poor boy will be sniffing around all day unless we can take all the bullets out of his gun.
Two flourescent haired women with hungry looks in their eyes trailed after Mac, both quickly being swept up in his arms as the giant of a man left the room.
The film set fell silent, save the clack of Rarity’s heels as she strode up to the bed, where Twilight still lay, twitching in the afterglow. Her sparkling ivory lips turned up in a bemused smile.
“Well, how was your first taste of stardom?”
“Gnnnnuuuu….” Was all the young actress could muster.
“Well, you’ve certainly proven yourself eager and willing.” The director responded. She circled the bed, a bit of moisture glistening on two fingers of her right hand. “Gave a very compelling performance. I had to help myself out or twice just to stay focused. Big Macintosh is certainly an…overwhelming costar, isn’t he?”
Twilight gave out a burbling moan that petered off into a giggle.
“That’s the spirit, Darling.” She sat on the bed next to the splayed woman, and produced a damp towel which she began to use to wipe off some of the glistening semen that clung to her skin. “Now, let’s get you washed up. Once you can find your feet again, I’ll show you to our bathing area. It’s simply sublime.”
“Mmmm” Twilight offered, gathering together her scrambled thoughts. “Y-yes….muh, ma’am.”
“I think you have a future here, sweet thing.” Rarity reached a lone finger out to stroke Twilight’s purple lips. “Maybe one day, we’ll do a shoot together. Would you like that?”
Twilight summoned the energy to nod.
“Just be a good girl, and remain your fabulous self, and you’ll get everything you dreamed of.” Rarity purred.
“Good Girl.” Twilight panted. “I’m...I’m a good girl…”
“That’s the ticket.” the director of Carousel Studio smiled. She loved a performer that could take direction.