LlunaBlue Mmmnnhhh... come to think of it, we often get up to a fair bit of braincest >;D Balros & Echoen giggles Of course. Cum to think of it. LlunaBlue She sits there for a moment, her eyes glazing over a little after reading that message. Her mouth opens lazily, a little drool forming as cum start to trickle out of her ears; cum that's just squirting out from between each wrinkle of her brain as a thousand throbs throb from within. Balros & Echoen The squirrel giggles as he watches you just sit there, going slightly vacant and pliant, as you literally begin to think what he cums. The same spunk that spurts from your ears bubbles from around his sheathrim. "Good girl. Now, think of Applebloom, and make her cum to me." LlunaBlue The image of the adorable young pony immediately fills her spunk-addled mind... She suddenly becoming aware of herself and how she'd been cutely posing for... somebody? Confusedly looking about, there was nothing surrounding her but fields, which would've concerned her for longer if she hadn't suddenly been assaulted by the pure and total awareness of batbat. The sudden existence of the knowledge of the existence of you is too much for the pony to tak, no matter how many brains she forces inside how many heads she forces herself to grow out of the pure insanity you drive her to! In front of the adominatiofying pony, a giant sperm cell bursts through the fake reality of the fields, inviting as much of YOUR cum that's filling the fox's brain to wash over the figment of filly made manifest. Balros & Echoen With awareness, comes arousal. Deep pangs of lust and longing for a creature she's never known but has suddenly always known. It clicks in her brain as right, it aches in her body as so, so wrong. The yellow-furred, red-haired fillygirl seemingly one more in an infinite multiverse corrupted by Lluna's forced conceptualizing of her by the bat. The reality field she's in is ripped open, burst with ejaculate and flooding around her hooves, her own estrus pouring like a waterfall from her maresex at its touch, a thought bulging forth from her pleasure-overwhelmed mind....thinking about the girl thinking about her, thinking of Lluna, thinking of you... You snap from your daydream during class. Schooltime for a schoolgirl who was bored of her teacher and drifting off to daydreams, only for a nightmare to dream of her instead. Pangs of pleasure and pressure begin to build within your limbs, fur and face; nobody else reacting or bothering to notice as streaks of yellow bolt through blue fur. Cricks, throbs, even soft moans ignored as your young fox body is steadily converted and corrupted into that of a barely-anthro ponygirl. Paws merging into nigh-useless soft hooves, thighs and haunches thickening with equine curves. If not for how you'd still stand upright, you'd be a dead ringer for Applebloom, even featuring her same soft roundness of shape. No classmate seems taken aback or surprised, as if you'd always been this way, always been wearing fishnet leggings and somewhat gothy attire, always wore black mascara, a black skirt and halter top... LlunaBlue She cries out, which finally prompts a reaction from her classmates... just a simple turn to her, watching her, listening to her scream and beg and ask why nobody was helping her as if she was asking a normal question to her teacher. None of them even looked down at themselves as their bellies aggressively pumped up, their legs opened and each one of them birthed her true blue-vixen self's spunk-oozing head in front of her to view. Some of these copies of true selves lose their sanity so badly upon having their consciousness copied and spatially displaced into the wombs (and out of the pussies) of different old classmates within an imagined version of her own self... understandably... that they forgot who they originally were, ponifying up themselves, or bunnifying... hedghogifying... just mutating, further confusing her other true selves in the process! Balros & Echoen Some of your classmates even have bored expressions on their faces, as if you'd done this before and this was nothing new, totally normal, nevermind they were pregnant and becoming moreso! Legs and thighs spread and pussies -splurch- as vixen muzzles push forth, bubbling and babbling with thick cum spurting past their lips. Foxfaces that soon sprout bunny ears or leafy-tipped bat noses, skunk stripes or mouse muzzles, becoming the species of whatever their forced mommies are and losing that much more of their own identities. All your classmates' wombs bloat up like this, and continue to swell larger, as your cloneselves within each of them get stuck - too big to fit shoulders, tits and hips through birth canals - and start giving -birth- within their own mommies' bellies. Your pleading, screaming, and southern-drawl -slurred begging of your teacher and classmates is pretty much ignored, bored faces turning back to their lesson. The only eyes left upon you are that of your cloneselves, some vestige of your inner self connected to them horrified and yet aroused at what's happening to you and what's happening to them. One mousegirl's Llunahead jutting from her crotch, cum pumping heavily past her lips, locks eyes with you, sympathy... or empathy... radiating in her large eyes. Only for her mousemommy's belly to bloat bigger and -bigger- as looking at you makes her give birth more rapidly and aggressively than the others, mouseLluna after mouseLluna crammed into that hot young womb. The girl seems utterly /bored/ and doodling in her notebook.