Performance Anxiety
The events as of late had been more than hard to believe, but Anon was a man of focus - well, focus and endless libido.
“Is that everything?” he grumbled.
With her ass facing him, Mayor Mare swiftly replied while she rode him. “Y-Yes - mmmph - Master!”
He sighed to himself, watching the mayor’s plump flanks jiggle with every motion down onto his cock. She felt as amazing as he’d hoped; tight, warm, and perfectly wet, her marehood felt like an angel’s embrace on his dick - yet his pleasure was dulled by annoyance and anger.
With Starlight assisting him in stealing Mayor Mare’s free will, he had kept his promise to utilize her reforged mind and enslaved body. Having found out the shocking news she had told him before, in regards to no creature in this land wanting or being allowed to have sex with him, he made sure to capture her with the spells Starlight knew. Now his slave, he had made her elaborate on the situation at hand, and finding out that the cause behind his troubles was Celestia’s doing had thrown him for a total whirlwind.
Needing to gather his bearings, he ordered Mayor Mare to quietly cancel her meetings for the day and brought her and Starlight back to his home. A night of passion with his two now loyal concubines behind him, the next morning he finally addressed the elephant in the room. He needed to know more regarding Celestia’s stance against him and every bit he found out only fueled his anger.
Still watching Mayor Mare obediently fuck herself on his cock, glancing at Starlight furiously masturbating to their side, he reflected on what the leader of Ponyville had explained to him over the last hour.
It wasn’t all too complex - Celestia seemed to have some kind of agenda against him. It had made sense to him that most ponies were a bit weirded out by his existence, being quite literally alien and keeping them from seeing him in a sexual light, but the “true” reason was almost disappointingly straightforward. The Princess had sent out an order to each and every Equestrian creature, demanding that they reject and actively avoid him in all manners sexual. Her stated reasoning had been rather more…complex.
Whether an excuse or her true reasoning, she deemed such acts with him as outright dangerous - claiming fornicating with him to be a genuine threat. More so, she had been adamant about him not finding out about this under any circumstances. The message was somehow relayed to every single pony and conscious creature in all of Equestria. He had no idea that Equestrian citizens were so loyal to their ruler, but it seemed as such, since not a single one had spilled the beans up until the moment he stole that loyalty for himself with Starlight. Celestia hadn’t explained it further, at least not to Mayor Mare or Starlight; he’d have to find out why when the opportunity arose.
Even with the bare minimum, the little knowledge he had gained made his blood absolutely boil. Who was she to dictate and decide these things for them, and ultimately him? She was the reason his dick hadn’t gotten wet in the many months he had been here! She made it so he couldn’t even get a date here! She was why he always felt somewhat isolated, even beyond being the only human in this world.
And eyeing his trusty ancient book on the end table, he was going to do something about it. Turning his attention, he enjoyed the sight of Mayor Mare still dutifully bouncing on his lap. He was going to further this little harem of his.
Wincing from his pleasure, he glanced out his bedroom window, the bright day pouring in from outside. As crazy as the events as of late had been, it was only the start of his second day with his new acquisitions. It was hard to believe he had tricked Starlight yesterday morning, and soon after had her enslave Mayor Mare to him in turn. What would the new day hold? Grunting, he felt Mayor Mare start to clench down especially hard on him, gripping his cock like a vice. He was more than pleased with just how phenomenal her body was, rivaling Starlight in regards to how tight and satisfying her marehood felt. Her ass was a touch more plump than the unicorn’s too - a welcome trait.
Sinful as it was, he couldn’t help but reflect on how different she was the day prior. The change she underwent was incredibly arousing: resistant at first, outright exclaiming how wrong getting lewd with him was, but after he and Starlight worked their magic she wished for nothing more than to serve him and his cock
“Ahn ~ I h-hope you’re happy with the information, M-Maaaasteeeeer!!!” she wailed, seizing as an orgasm rocked through her body.
Her intense convulsions before him were as hot as they felt good, her cunt rapidly flexing and winking around his cock. Gritting his teeth, he felt his climax approaching at a rapid pace. He knew his slave was telling him everything she knew, being she quite literally had to obey his every whim, so there was no point in being upset with her. Raising his hand into the air, watching as her flanks pressed against his groin, he slapped her rump with force.
A pleased wail escaped the Mayor, and he could hear a hefty moan creep past Starlight’s lips to his side, as he spoke. “Thank you for the explanation, slave. Now keep going, your reward is coming~”
Mayor Mare perked up, before shaking herself out of the shock of her climax and resuming riding him. Her tempo increased, slamming her flanks down against him in rapid succession, eager to earn the ultimate reward. She glanced back, tongue lolling out as she stared into his eyes with her heart-containing own. Her marehood clenched down on him like a vice, stimulating every last inch of his manhood. On and on she went, plunging herself down on him while he savored the sight of his dick penetrating her.
Her efforts bore fruit, as Anon’s climax swiftly approached. Gritting his teeth, he felt his balls seize up. Determined to give his slave her full reward, he quickly reached forward, grabbed her hips, and slammed her down onto him while holding her in place. She released a surprised gasp, flexing her marehood around him as she awaited the glorious inevitable.
With a deep groan, Anon peaked. His cock surged with fresh seed, rope after rope of his warm essence shooting directly into the mayor’s depths.
“Y-Yessss! Thank you!!!” she wailed, the flood of pleasure slamming into her like a tidal wave, forcing another cataclysmic orgasm out of her.
Her marehood was overwhelmed, unable to contain the immense load he was dumping into her, and his cum began to spurt out. Thick globs of his seed coated his groin and thighs, as Mayor Mare convulsed and spasmed on his shaft.
“Fill her - nnngh - up, Master! I-it’s so hot! Mmmph!” Starlight moaned to their side, reaching her own orgasm from her mastubatory efforts.
All three of them rode out their climaxes with pure bliss. Their nerves went alight for several more seconds, before finally things began to simmer down. Panting heavily, the three of them took a moment to catch their breath, before Anon brought Mayor Mare back to clarity with a firm smack on her ass.
“You served me well, Mayor. I’m very satisfied with you and your body so far ~” he complimented, caressing her flank.
Mayor Mare beamed at the compliment, giggling to herself. “I’m so happy to serve you, Master! Thank you for using me!”
Anon gave her an affectionate pat on her new cutie mark. “Alright, time for you to get off me. I’d like to have Starlight come lap up this mess we made~”
“Of course, Master,” Mayor Mare replied, slowly rising up and almost hesitantly releasing his tool from her cock-hungry depths.
A torrent of seed gushed out of her depths, coating Anon’s groin further in the concoction of his cum and her juices. Carefully, with his essence dripping out of her snatch, she hopped off the bed. Making sure to keep her tail flagged, giving him a clear view of his handiwork, she swayed her hips at him as she walked over to the desk in the corner of his room.
He savored the sight of the Mayor’s new look for a moment, before a pleasurable tingle ran through his body. Turning his attention to his groin, he saw that Starlight had already gotten to work. With her rump partially towards him, she hungrily lapped up the mixture of lewd juices that rested on his groin. Successfully licking up the amorous blend around the base of his shaft and on his thighs, she guided her head upwards and slipped his cock into her maw.
Anon smirked, reaching over and gliding his hand along the curves of the unicorn’s ass. He had to admit, among all the attributes these ponies had, he was definitely an ass man. Sighing, feeling Starlight begin to massage his nuts with her magic, he gripped on the plump flesh her flank had to offer.
Laying his head back down against the pillow, he caught a glimpse of Mayor Mare from the corner of his eye. Sitting at his desk, cunt still full of cum, she busied herself with sorting through all the paperwork she had had in her saddlebag the day before. Though he could only narrowly make out some of the details on the papers, he did notice a particular black and green insignia on one of them.
His curiosity peaking, he pointed over at the earth pony. “Hey, Mayor - nnf,” he grunted mid sentence, as Starlight’s expert blowjob made it difficult to focus entirely, “why’re you messing with all that?”
Mayor Mare raised a brow, looking back at the paper. “Well, Master, you told me to work as normal so nopony gets suspicious; so I’m getting ready to go to Town Hall.” She shimmied her hips, looking down at her snatch. “May have to shower first, don’t think I can stop all this from dripping out.”
Anon eyed Starlight from the corner of his eye, leading her to pause her blowjob and pop his dick out of her mouth. “Even I don’t have a spell to magically hide cum, not without actually removing it at least. Sorry, Master.”
He gave her a smile in response, signaling her to resume her work. Watching as she dove back down onto his dick, he turned his attention back to Mayor Mare. “Ah that’s right, I forgot,” he started, pointing a finger at the sheet she was looking at. “So what’s with that form you’ve got right there? It’s different from the rest. Got that logo and everything in the corner.”
“Well, this is actually the form I had gone to the castle for to have Starlight or Twilight sign,” she replied, before looking at him with lidded eyes. “Of course that plan got delayed since you so generously reshaped my mind and showed me my true purpose!”
The look she gave him made his cock absolutely throb with excitement. “Oh, so it’s for that show you mentioned? Who is it?”
She shook her head, chuckling lightly. “It’s more of a group than just one pony, Master. They’re called ‘The Washouts’. They came here a while ago, and now they’re back for another performance.”
The name clicked with his head immediately. Rainbow Dash had mentioned it before in passing, and usually with a pretty annoyed tone of voice. He remembered fixating on the leader of the group, who’s name was escaping him. From how Dashie talked about her, she was fierce.
And fierce was hot to him.
“Ohhh yeah! I remember Rainbow Dash talking about them not too long ago. Who was the leader again?”
Mayor Mare squinted at the paper, having still not recovered her glasses, before looking back at him. “A pegasus named Lightning Dust.”
The confirmation of the mare’s name flooded Anon with thoughts. He knew that definitely was the pegasus Rainbow Dash had spoken to him about a few months back. However, even though he was aware of how she was, he hadn’t a clue what she looked like.
“Do you happen to have a picture or something of her?”
Mayor Mare flipped through the form, eventually coming to a page full of profiles. “The town requires photos of any and all traveling performers, so yes; her’s should be right…here!” She turned towards him, presenting the page with Dust’s photo, before licking her lips. “Why? Thinking of adding her to your collection, Master?~”
Anon eyed the paper from afar, still cemented to the bed as Starlight worshiped his package. He managed to get a decent look at the picture, and he felt his interest soar. She looked damn hot, and she was a pegasus - the only pony race he was yet to acquire. He was certain she’d be a great fuck, and, since she was rarely in Ponyville as is, a rare catch. He’d likely have only this one opportunity, so why pass it up?
Feeling his cock begin to flare within Starlight’s mouth, both from the pleasure she gave him and the excitable thoughts he was having regarding Dust, he grit his teeth and reached his second peak. Her eyes went wide as ropes of his warm essence shot into her mouth, and she was quick to react as she dutifully swallowed every last drop. Moaning around his cock, her entire body shuddered as she was graced with a reward.
Creaking open his eyes, reaching the end of his orgasm, Anon replied to Mayor Mare. “Y’know what, I am. From what I’ve heard she’s pretty fiery. It’ll be fun to own her.” He glided his hand down the curve of Starlight’s ass, bringing it towards her marehood. Feeling the heat radiating off it, he took a finger and slid it along her winking lower lips, causing her to moan again. “Slave, did you study the book more like I told you last night?”
Gulping down the last bits of his cum, Starlight pulled her head back up and released his cock. “Mmm ~ Yes I did, Master.” She licked her lips, breaking the trail of saliva that connected them to his cock, before turning her attention to Mayor Mare. “They wear those special suits during their performances, right?”
Mayor Mare nodded. “Yes, I actually have to meet with her regarding some safety requirements later today. She has to bring her flight suit so she can present it to me.”
A sinister grin split Starlight’s countenance. “Hehe ~ Well isn’t that convenient.” She pointed a forehoof at the paper, snickering. “I deciphered a new part of the book last night that’ll work perfectly for this~”
Mayor Mare and Anon exchanged glances, before he raised a brow at the unicorn. “Okay…and this version of the spell is?”
“Oh, Master ~ What’s the fun in that?” she teased, giggling to herself. “Get her flight suit for me, and then I’ll tell you both just what it is!”
Anon rolled his eyes, chuckling. “Y’know, I could just command you to stop doing all that, but I think I like your mischievous side with this. Something tells me your old love for cutiemark warping magic is still in you.”
“I just want to serve you the best way I possibly can, Master!” she chirped in response, pressing her rump against his hand. “And I figured building up a little excitement could only make things more fun for you!”
He responded by giving her another teasing prod with his finger, before tilting his head towards the mayor. “Well then, Mayor, be a good slave and set up that meeting.”
Tapping her hoof against the ground, Lightning Dust released an annoyed groan. It was bad enough she couldn’t find Rainbow Dash and rub her new achievements and skills in the prismatic pest’s face, but now she apparently had to go through an entire procedure with Ponyville’s mayor.
“Is this seriously necessary? Last time I came here you didn’t have me go through all this trouble,” she scoffed, her lack of patience shining through.
Mayor Mare tilted her glasses downwards, before neatly organizing some of the forms on her desk. “I’ve told you once and I’ll tell you again, Miss Dust, after your last visit, and the fiasco you made during it, such precautions are now necessary. I have a town to run, and its safety is my top priority.”
“Whatever - not my fault you ponies can’t keep up!” She rolled her eyes, before glancing down at the papers before her. “I think I filled out everything you needed anyways. Can I get out of here now?”
The mayor picked up the sheets, slowly shifting through them and carefully inspecting everything. Lightning Dust’s impatience only grew, as she glared at the earth pony. Speed was a big thing to her, nearly as much as it was to Rainbow Dash, and this was way too slow for her liking.
After what felt like an eternity, Mayor Mare set the paperwork down on her desk and nodded. “Seems you’ve filled them all out properly, so now -“
“I can leave?” Dust interjected, already turning towards the exit.
Mayor Mare threw the pegasus an unamused look, before gesturing to the side towards a seat with Dust’s flight suit laying on it. “So now we have to go over your uniform.”
A confused look spread across the pegasus’ face, as she looked over at her outfit. “What about it? Before I came here I was under the impression you just had to make sure it was made with the proper materials. I did list the stuff it has, and it’s all up to your stupid code.”
“Yes, but there’s a minor change in our code,” the mayor followed, eyeing the flight suit. “All uniforms for any visiting stunt shows must be inspected by a unicorn.”
“Seriously? When the hay did you add that?” Lightning Dust blurted out, picking her outfit up a wing. “What do you even need an inspection for?”
“To make sure the magical protections the materials provide are still functioning. It’s to ensure your safety, as well as the citizens of Ponyville. Need I remind you of your last visit? A rocket did send you flying into the sky after all,” Mayor Mare answered, staring right at the pegasus.
Lightning Dust winced as she was reminded of her previous plunder. “Ugh - fine. Where’s this unicorn then?”
Mayor Mare held out a hoof, doing her utmost to hide the excited smirk attempting to surface on her face. “You can give it to me. I’ll bring it to the back room and have it inspected properly.”
Dust, opting to simply comply and not question the absurd safety measures further, simply tossed the black and green getup to the earth pony. Begrudgingly sitting down in a chair, she watched as Mayor Mare turned and trotted towards the door.
“How long is this gonna take? I don’t have all day!” she called out, watching the mare reach the door.
Mayor Mare glanced over her shoulder. “Don’t worry. It’ll only take a few minutes. You sit tight and wait, I’ll be back soon, Miss Dust.”
Swiftly, without waiting for another annoyed reply from the pegasus, she slipped through the door and slammed it closed behind her. Quickly trotting ahead, she made her way to another door that led to the storage room. Creaking the door open, she peeked in, before a wide grin split her muzzle at the sight of Anon and Starlight patiently awaiting her.
Strutting in and brimming with excitement, she shut the door behind her and beamed over at the two. “Master, I got it!” She presented Dust’s flight suit to him, handing it over to him. “Now what?”
Anon held the stunt suit in his hands, before looking back at her and shrugging. “I dunno,” he began, pointing at Starlight, “little miss evil mastermind over here hasn’t told me yet.” He presented the suit to the unicorn, raising a brow. “So, why don’t you inform me and your fellow slave here what exactly you’re scheming.”
Starlight shrouded the flight suit in her magic, levitating it out of his hands and over to her. Placing it on a pile of out storage boxes, she brought over Anon’s ancient tome. Flipping it open, she sorted through several pages before giving an audible ‘aha’ and slamming her hoof on an entry.
“This one right here!” she triumphantly began, blasting the page with magic before picking it up and levitating it over to Anon. “Here, I translated its wording like I did with Connective Enthrallment! I think it’ll interest you, Master~”
Anon eyed her suspiciously, before grabbing the book and looking at the entry.
Ruining Runes
This spell necessitates at least one high level magic user. Its function is simple, and though intended for entertainment, it’s equally as effective as the base version.
The functions of this spell are as follows.
An article of clothing or other close item that belongs to the target should be acquired first. Once said belonging is in the possession of the Master, they, or any high-level unicorn slave, may begin to imbue it with this spell.
This spell applies runes within the lining and surface of the object. It will lay several forms of the enthrallment spell in the form of sigils, and said sigils will seep into the target overtime as they wear it. The more runes, the faster the spell will take effect. One rune will take roughly a week. Five will take a day. Ten will take roughly an hour.
The runes will slowly fill the target with desire and lust for the Master. Their body will be stimulated in the process. Their desire will only be sated when they reach a climax using or wearing the enchanted piece. If they are wielding the cursed item, and pursue release, they will endure a spell-induced climax and proper enslavement will take place. Outside pleasure can assist in the process. It is recommended the referenced heat spell in the following entry be used in tune with this version.
A mischievous grin split Anon’s face, as he read each and every word of the spell. “Oh you cheeky little slut ~ This is perfect.” He handed the tome over to Mayor Mare, allowing her to read the entry as well. “I can see why you wanted to wait till we actually got the suit, you took me by total surprise, slave.”
“Well, Master, like I told you back when we were adding Mayor Mare to your harem, it’s fun to keep things interesting~” she cooed in response, biting her lip in anticipation.
Mayor Mare finished reading over the entry, as a lustful look grew on her countenance. “Ohhh ~ Starlight! This is an amazing spell! It’ll work wonderfully to make that cocky slut Master’s bitch!”
“Well that’s certainly one way to word it,” Anon followed, chuckling to himself. “So how about we go ahead and enchant Dust’s suit up the wazoo!”
With magic flowing in her horn, Starlight was hunched over the getup and going to work on it. “Already ahead of you, Master.” She stuck her tongue out of her mouth in concentration, as she carefully and meticulously began inscribing the first rune within onto the suit.
Anon and Mayor Mare simply stood at her side and watched in awe as she wove the arcane strands of the spell’s workings into inscriptions on the inside of the fabric. The letters, at least that’s what they seemed like, slowly came into view, shimmering a bright purple as they flowed with dark magic. It seemed like a complicated set of actions, being with how much Starlight was focusing right now, so the two opted to remain quiet and spectate. Though it felt like ages, not even a full minute had passed before the rune flashed with light and faded away.
Wiping sweat off her brow, Starlight nodded her head in satisfaction. “Alright, there’s one. I think I’ve got the hang of it. Let’s throw a few more of these onto it and a bit of a curveball.”
“A curveball?” Anon replied, still eyeing the place where the rune once stood. “Don’t leave me in the dark this time ~ what’s the curveball?”
Starlight giggled, rolling her eyes and caressing his forearm with a hoof. “Oh Master, are you sure you read the entry carefully?” She levitated the book over to them, pointing at the middle of the spell’s passage. “They stated there was a heat spell that could be used in association with this. I’m gonna add it to the suit, but crank it up several times for the best results. Can’t risk not making her your slave today!”
“Oh right, I did read that!” Anon replied, looking over Dust’s suit. “Well then, be a good slave and throw on more of these runes.”
Seductively swaying her hips, she looked at him with lidded eyes. “Yes, Master~” Summoning magic into her horn, she began enchanting the suit further. “This should only take a few minutes.”
Anon watched her do her work, patiently waiting for her to announce her completion. Tapping his foot against the floor, occasionally slipping glances at her and Mayor Mare’s flanks, he struggled to hide his excitement. Thankfully, as Starlight had said, it truly did only take a few minutes.
“Slave spell runes are all set up, Master.” She surged red magic into her horn, pointing it down at the getup. “Now to add the finishing touches~”
With a deep red glow, a slightly different symbol wove itself into the outfit. It looked as if heat radiated off of it, waves of magic flowing around it as Starlight intensified her focus on it. She strained a fair bit more with it than the earlier runes, but she still managed. With a bright flash, it faded away and became active.
“And there’s the heat spell!” she chirped, turning to face Anon. “I intensified the estrus-esque enchantments from the book tenfold. As soon as she slips this suit on, she’s going to start her descent into the most intense heat she’s ever had.”
Mayor Mare glanced behind her, nervously eyeing the door. “Is that everything? She was horribly impatient, and we don’t want her getting too suspicious.”
Starlight smiled over at her fellow slave giving her a firm nod. “Yup, that should be everything.”
Mayor Mare gave a sigh of relief, before turning to look at Anon with a waiting gaze.
“Yeah, you can go bring the suit to her now,” he replied, scooping up the uniform and tossing it her way.
Catching the garment with her teeth, Mayor Mare tossed it over her head and let it land on her back. Turning to leave the room, she paused as she glanced back at the other two. “Where will you two be during the show?”
“In the stands. We got seats for the three of us together,” Starlight answered, chuckling. “Which means that you are going to take a little time off work. Master doesn’t want you to burn yourself out after all.”
Mayor Mare smiled, grateful to be given some time off. Though her time as a slave was only just beginning, it truly was a wonderful and euphoric experience. It was her true purpose after all, and it felt endlessly better than her old life. Her Master was kind, caring, and so much more. She was ecstatic to help in showing Lightning Dust the light.
Doing her best to keep her tail from flagging itself as she reflected on her enslavement, the mayor made her way through the door and began trotting back to her office. Though it was a short walk, she felt her heart absolutely pounding in her chest. It was a mixture of emotions; the eagerness to please her Master accompanied by the fear of somehow messing up and failing him. Calming herself, doing her best to simply keep a level head, she finally made her way back to her office.
Slumped back in her chair, looking as if she were about to fall asleep, Lightning Dust perked up upon seeing the mayor. “Fiiiinally! What the hay took so long? Whatever unicorn you have doing the work for you is way too slow!”
Mayor Mare placed Dust’s flight suit on her desk, throwing the pegasus an understanding look. “I can see your annoyance, Miss Dust, but you must understand that these things take time. Please do know that some of the protective magic in your suit was indeed out of function, so we had to set in new enchantments on it.”
“Which means?” Dust followed, quirking a brow.
“There may be some slight side effects, such as odd sensations and the like. Fresh magic is coursing through it after all, but there’s nothing to worry about. The suit is ready to go, and you may leave,” Mayor Mare finished.
A colorful blur swooped in front of Mayor Mare, taking her off guard as a wave of wind blew against her face. Blinking wildly, she adjusted her glasses as she attempted to understand what just happened. Shaking her head, she caught sight of Lightning Dust at the door to leave.
Suit in her forehoof, the pegasus looked back at the mayor with a smug grin. “See, that is fast. Maybe you can learn it for next time.”
Mayor Mare rolled her eyes, glancing over the papers now sprawled over the desk and floor due to the wind Dust’s speed had made. Maintaining her composure, she grit her teeth and reluctantly replied. “Right, I will be sure to consider it.”
“Good, the ponies in this town are way too scared for a bit of adrenaline in their lives,” Dust remarked, opening the door and making to leave. “This show is going to be unlike anything your wimpy town has seen before!”
Watching her begin to leave, Mayor Mare couldn’t help but get giddy at the thought of the smug pegasus becoming nothing more than a needy slave for her Master. That ego was definitely fierce, just like her Master liked it, and she was more than excited to see it crumble.
“Oh, and Miss Dust?” she called out, catching the mare just before she shut the door.
Lightning Dust paused, groaning. “What now? Do I have to fill out some more stupid paperwork for you? Seriously, you all need to grow a bit of backbone!”
Mayor Mare dismissively waved a hoof, smiling over at the pegasus. “No, no, no, nothing like that.” Her grin furthered, a mischievous flicker surfacing in her eyes. “I just wanted to wish you good luck for your show.”
Lightning Dust scrunched her muzzle, feeling a tingle against her forehooves as she held her Washouts uniform. Maybe it was some kind of placebo she gave herself after knowing a unicorn meddled with it, but she knew she felt something off about her trusted suit. It still looked as amazing as ever, with the green jagged stripes clashing against the pitch black coloration, and showed no visible changes, but for once in all her days she hesitated.
And hesitation wasn’t acceptable.
She was a daredevil, far more risky and daring than even the most notable pegasi in the world - including her rival for life Rainbow Dash. Huffing hot air from her nostrils, she glared down at the right garment. The mayor had told her that the unicorn inspecting her suit simply had to update the protective magic within it, which could only be a good thing! Truthfully there wasn’t any real cause for concern. Regardless, she wasn’t a mare that let herself get concerned. She didn’t hesitate, she didn’t wait, and she definitely didn’t stop in her tracks over a bad feeling.
Scoffing to herself, irritated that she allowed herself to fall into a brief moment of unacceptable hesitation, she began fumbling with the suit in her hooves. The show was to begin in an hour, and, having done her warmups out of her uniform, it was time to get ready for the real performance.
Moving the outfit around and managing to unfold it properly, she eyed one of the legs of it and slipped a foreleg inside. Almost immediately, her eyes went wide as she felt a thrilled shiver run up her spine. An electrifying wave flowed over and around her leg, making her pause for a moment in utter confusion. That tingle she felt on her hooves before was seemingly only a taste of what was to come, as the sensation on her leg was tenfold that of what she felt before. It wasn’t painful - rather it was actually a bit pleasurable.
Raising a brow, looking her foreleg up and down, she sighed. “Ponyville and their lame safety requirements. I should’ve told them to buck off and just let me perform,” she muttered to herself.
Doing her best to dismiss the tingling sensation dancing along her leg, she went ahead and slipped her other foreleg into the suit. Once again, that tantalizing feeling swept over her body, though now it was a portion more potent with an entire second leg being affected.
Knitting her brow, Dust rolled her eyes. “Tch - I oughta go right back up to that town hall and tell that mayor just how annoying these enchantments are going to be while I’m performing.” She looked over her shoulder, towards her flank and the rest of the suit. “Whatever. I’ll do it after I blow these ponies’ minds.”
Fidgeting, she shimmied her hips and reached back with her wings. Gripping each end of the suit, the electrifying sensation dancing along her sensitive wing tips, she began to slide it over her hindlegs. Inch by inch, the outfit made its way up, reaching up to her thighs. Muscular and tone, there was very little room for fat on her well-trained legs, and slipping her suit over them took only a moment. It seemed to be going as per usual, yet she found another ember of concern igniting within her.
The sensation continued to course through her, as she halted. It felt as if the feelings flowing over her were gradually increasing, from feeling rather nice to now somewhat erotic. She would’ve simply passed it off and kept going, but as an ache began to form in her loins, she couldn’t help but show at least a semblance of worry.
Focusing her gaze back at herself, her concerns were confirmed with haste, the sight of her tail subtly flicking itself earning a wide eyed look from her. Somehow, beyond her own imagination, she was getting worked up over seemingly nothing. She furrowed her brow, her expression morphing into an annoyed scowl. She couldn’t know how or why she was apparently getting a bit hot under her collar for certain, but she had a hunch the fresh enchantments on her suit were the cause.
Still, they were just protection magics, and as much as she’d love to go off on the mayor and unicorn responsible for this mess, she had no justifiable reason. Biting her lip, knowing she simply had to ignore it, she continued to slip into her suit. Gradually, almost fearfully, she pulled the suit over her tone flanks, feeling the tight fabric press against her rump.
And more importantly, press against her marehood.
The suit was form-fitting by design, as requested by her. Made in such a way to protect her and her team from parts of it getting caught or causing too much drag, but now she was regretting just how well made their uniforms were. As she felt the fabric press against her nethers, a torrent of pleasure washed over her. It took a fair amount of effort to muffle the surprised gasp that attempted to escape her maw, yet she just barely managed to. She may have been alone, with her opting to get changed behind the bleachers of their performing area, but she wouldn’t dare risk somepony hearing her make such a noise from putting on her uniform.
Scrunching her snout, she felt the electrifying sensation her suit was now providing course over her marehood and asshole. The snug fit of her suit didn’t help at all, as she felt the magic linings of it press tightly against her sensitive holes, only furthering her ire for the situation.
Silently cursing to herself, she took a deep breath and steeled herself. A bit of arousal wasn’t going to get the best of her, not by a long shot. Carefully zipping up her suit, ensuring it was properly fastened onto her, she was finally prepared to perform. Gulping heavily, steadying her breathing, she made to move. She felt a blush erupt to the surface of her cheeks as she took a singular step forward.
The movement, albeit minor, shifted her suit just enough to have it press perfectly against her now engorged clit. The sensation struck her carnal desires like a gong, as she felt her cunt give an enthusiastic wink from the sudden stimulation. She stifled a moan, wholly caught off guard by the growing heat in her depths. Shuddering in place, both from the shock of her pleasure and confusion from what just occurred, she remained still for a period.
Blinking wildly, slowly grasping her situation, she huffed air into her lungs. “Are you serious?! I didn’t think reinforcing the protective enchantments would do this!” She looked over herself, shaking her head furiously. “D-dammit! Well, whatever! I…I can deal with this just fine!”
She took another step forward, wincing once more. Another bolt of pleasure rocketed through her body, yet she refused to yield. Grinding her teeth together, she began to slowly walk, fending off the tingling that now encompassed her entire body. Rolling her shoulders, a determined fire shimmering in her eyes, she unfolded her wings and took off.
The feathery appendages had a slight ache to them, her arousal causing them to be partially stiff, but thankfully she managed to fly just as well. Each and every movement teased her, though she refused to yield. Flying above the field she was given to perform, she watched as an abundance of ponies began to filter into the venue. The turn out was looking to be quite impressive, outdoing possibly her best audiences, and for a brief moment her pride overcame the steadily growing lust within her.
Then again, it was a brief moment.
Her eyes caught sight of something waltzing down the path towards the field, and the instant she focused her gaze on it, her marehood suddenly seized upon itself as a torrent of lust swept over her. It wasn’t something but someone. Accompanied by the mayor of Ponyville, and Starlight Glimmer, she found herself fixated on the sole human in all of Equestria - Anon.
She shook her head intensely, struggling to hover in the air above the growing crowd as her mind was assaulted with unexpected and unwelcome thoughts. Images of this alien creature using her flooded her imagination. Rutting her, having her worship his cock, even an image of her positively gravid with his foals - which was impossible!
Lightning Dust gasped for air, feeling her marehood wantonly winking within the tantalizing confines of her suit, finding it near impossible to tear her eyes off of him. She rubbed her temple further, desperate to find some sense of clarity within these sudden thoughts, yet her mind continued to linger on the unforeseen. She questioned why, why in all of Equestria would she suddenly feel so lustful, and more so for something so wrong.
A warmth radiated around her body, the tingling sensation her suit provided intensifying further as her mind relayed a message to her.
Because he owns you.
Her eyes shot open, audibly gasping from the intrusive thought. An inkling of panic set upon her, as she grasped what her mind just conjured up within itself. She squirmed in place, discomfort shrouding her in the air as her mind fended off the concepts assailing it while her body simmered with an unknown lust. She refused to let such absurd concepts fill her thoughts, gritting her teeth as she focused herself.
Her determination and fiery spirit finally overcame her sudden cravings for this…thing. Swiftly, desperate to get away from him, she dove down and landed within the performance ring. Surrounded by death defying loops and horribly dangerous contraptions, she managed to find a spot to gather her bearings.
In the span of a few short minutes, her body had undergone a sudden surge of sensations, her mind was swept with absurd fantasies, and her near fearless mindset had been sent for a whirlwind. She felt her body begin to ache, a longing growing within her abdomen further - yet the sensation brought her a semblance of relief. The outlandish thoughts she was having possibly did have an explanation, because what she was feeling now were the telltale signs of her marish instincts kicking in.
She felt her anger boiling within her, frustration and annoyance brewing in her depths. She wasn’t meant to enter an estrus cycle for at least a couple weeks, but either it be some rather unfortunate luck, a side effect of the fresh enchantments, or some awful mix of the two - it was clear as crystal.
Like it or not, she was definitely experiencing heat right now.
Stamping her hoof to the ground, immediately regretting it since it only caused her suit to grind against her nethers further, she scrunched her muzzle and sighed. Performing while in heat would’ve been a challenge in itself, but now with her suit being the way it was, it was an even bigger issue. Seeing her partners preparing their show a fair distance away from the corner of her eye, thankful they weren’t close at all to notice her flustered state, she shook her head.
They had to go through the same process as she did, though somehow their suits were still up to code. Bad luck wasn’t something unknown to Dust, but she couldn’t help but envy their more favorable position. Still, she’d make something of this. A bit of heat and fresh magic wouldn’t stop her from putting on a show. She’d take it as a challenge, show all these wimpy Ponyville folks just what a daredevil she was. She’d impress them all! Especially that handsome…likely big-dicked human…
She shook her head again furiously, feeling the sensations against her intensify alongside her trailing thoughts. She clenched her eyes shut, determined to make sure nothing would get in her way. She had to dismiss these ridiculous thoughts, no matter how tempting they sounded to her.
Hearing the crowd behind to finish gathering, her ear twitched as a voice called out to her and snapped her out of her intense focus. Whirling around, seeing a rather small stallion flagging her down, she bit her lip and began trotting over. Reaching her partners, she managed to adorn a calm and cool look while her marehood was burning with need.
“Oi - wanna tell us where you’ve been all this time?” her lankier, possibly even more thrill-seeking partner Rolling Thunder inquired.
Giving her best attempt at a confident look at the other mare, Lightning Dust smirked. “Pfft - you know, having to deal with a bunch of weird Ponyville safety requirements.”
“But we saw you hovering in the sky before,” Short Fuse began, before his expression warped into one of blatant anger. “Are you lying to us? You know I have problems with lying! My therapist even said s-“
He was swiftly silenced by Lightning Dust’s hoof covering his mouth. She had had plenty of experience dealing with Short Fuse’s abhorrent anger management problems, but with her current state, she was not dealing with it.
“Yeah, I - uh - needed to get away from all the cowardly ponies in this town. Flying all the way up there in the sky let me get a bit of - er - isolation. Y’know, so their fear and stuff wouldn’t mess up my - um - mojo!” she replied, stumbling a bit as she formulated her lie.
Raising a brow, Rolling Thunder followed. “Uh huh - right.” Shrugging her shoulders, she zipped up the back of her own flight suit. “Well, whatever’s the case we’ve got a show to put on! Looks like we’ve got quite the audience out there, ay Dust?”
“Blah,” Short Fuse joined in, stepping back from Dust’s hoof and shooting a rageful glare at the pegasus. “Definitely one of our bigger groups, we’ve even got that weird alien in the crowd from the looks of it.”
Dust’s eyes went wide, her wings stiffened, her heart thumped in her chest, and she felt her marehood seize upon itself. The mere mention of Anon sent another flurry of images into her mind, as the tingling sensations accosting her body evolved once more, sending her loins ablaze. She had to thank her stars their suits were black, as her marehood was now gushing with her arousal, thankfully hidden by the dark colors of their uniforms. Her cunt winked, her asshole throbbed, and she found herself nearly salivating over the thoughts rushing through her mind.
“Uh - Dust, you alright?”
She blinked wildly, snapped out of her delirium by a concerned Rolling Thunder, who, alongside Short Fuse, was giving her a curious look. Struggling to hide her blush, she ruffled her wings and scrunched her muzzle.
“What? Of…of course I’m fine!” she blurted out, stamping her hoof and holding in the groans her body was eager to release. “Why wouldn’t I be? It’s time to perform! We’ve gotta show these ponies what fun really looks like!”
Thunder’s concerned look morphed into one of determination, as rose to full height. “Ha! There’s the leader I know! C’mon then! Being late is for chumps, let’s get to the crowd!”
Taking off into the sky, heading towards the bleachers, Short Fuse swiftly followed behind her, shaking his hoof in the air angrily. “Who are you calling chump?! My therapist said that I’m meant to…”
His voice trailed off, as Lightning Dust tuned out her surroundings and focused on herself. It was a trick she learned years ago, one that helped her quell her nerves and focus on one thing - flying. She had to fly, had to perform, and had to do both well and fast - because she was unsure if she’d be able to withstand what felt like a steadily growing tsunami of need within her. Perform, get out, get herself off, tell off the mayor and her team for making this way harder than it had to be, and then figure out why she entered heat so soon.
Simple, straightforward, and efficient. She could manage that. It’d be easy, and a mare like her could do it with no problem. She refused to allow these unknown carnal cravings of hers get the best of her. She knew she could make it through the performance. Though, feeling her marehood press against her suit, her winking not seizing for a moment, she took a deep breath. She could do this.
Right?
Whirling around, she took off and followed her partners. Each and every movement she made made her nerves dance on edge, and with every passing second it only felt more intense. It was near unbearable, and it was even beginning to test the upper limits of her fortitude. Flying in the air besides her companions, hovering over their crowd, she refused to look down.
Not due to a fear of heights or anything like that, but because she knew he was down there.
She squirmed in the air, barely able to maintain a stable, uniform hover, as the loudspeakers began to blare with their usual performance introduction. After what felt like an eternity, the speakers finished playing their intro and her ears were met with a cheering, excited crowd. She shivered from head to hoof, grinding her thighs tighter in a hopeless attempt to quell the progressively growing heat in her abdomen.
Just don’t think about him.
That’s all that ran through her mind, as the thoughts about Anon were growing greater and more detailed with each beat of her racing heart.
Don’t think about him. Don’t think about his huge cock. Don’t think about how he should be breeding you right now.
Over and over again, her thoughts would derail and fall into the depths of degenerate desire. Why? Just why was she thinking of him this way! He was gross! It was wrong! It was outright forbidden! Nothing in the entire world would’ve coaxed her into lusting for the alien creature, yet here she was, nearly drooling at the mere thought of him.
How he owns you.
That sudden thought caused Dust to feel outright, unfiltered concern. Lusting for him was one horrible thing, but that recent thought was absolutely impossible to explain. Clenching her eyes shut, biting her lip, and furrowing her brow, she gave her all to push her focus and logic to the forefront of her mind. This had to be some awful, unforeseen side effect of the fresh enchantments on her suit, because she had no other way of explaining it.
“Hey, Dust! Seriously, what the hay is going on with you!” Short Fuse screamed, pulling her back to reality. “We have a show to put on! I swear if you think you’re too good for us I’ll -“
“S-sorry! Sorry. I-I’m just…erm…pumped to perform,” Lightning Dust hastily interjected, waving her forehooves innocently. “I’m really looking forward to showing the mayor how pointless ‘safety’ really is.” She adorned a cheeky smile, desperate to hide her blush. “Maybe we can break a few of their rules while we’re at it, y’know, to get her fuming~”
Thunder pumped a foreleg into the air, giving an enthusiastic cheer. “‘Atta girl, let’s get this movin’!”
Dust managed a glance down at the course, gulping. It wasn’t that she feared it, she was the one who designed the placement of the death traps below her after all. No, her concern laid in the fact that these stunts of hers would involve plenty of movement. With her body in the state it was, arguably the worst heat she had ever experienced, each and every motion she was going to make would press her suit against her and certainly send her teetering closer and closer to the edge of climatic release.
She shook her head, rage funneling into her mind alongside lust and fear. Damn this heat, damn this suit, and damn this stupid town and their idiotic concerns for safety! She was the Lightning Dust, daredevil and stuntmare supreme! How dare her conscience let fear creep in! How dare she allow herself to let some of her instincts overcome her fortitude! No! She wouldn’t let it happen! She’d put on a show! She’d conquer this lustful haze she was in! Nopony, and nobody, stopped Lightning Dust.
She huffed hot air out of her nostrils before darting forward to swiftly catch up with her companions. Her loins roared with lust as she flew, yet she didn’t falter. Biting her lip, giving her all to focus on her upcoming performance, she met with her two teammates and presented herself to the crowd below.
A sea of excited cheers met her ears, as she closed her eyes and controlled her breathing. The show was, and always would be, fast - her part at the least. It’d take a few minutes max, hopefully short enough to avoid her getting too deep into the seas of desire she was wading through.
The loudspeakers blared, announcing that it was time for the proper show to begin. Rolling her shoulders, flexing her aching wings, and continuing to control her breathing, Lightning Dust prepared to put on the best and hopefully fastest show she’d done yet.
Give yourself to him. No more thinking.
She knit her brow, straining a bit as she felt an intense heat surge around her entire body.
Give in. You’re his.
The tingling had been replaced, now feeling more like a warm, comforting caressing sensation on her body.
Serve him. Obey him.
It was a magnitude worse than the previous feelings, as now it felt like a hoof was gently rubbing every part of her body - including her bits.
She felt like her lungs were locked up, as she gave every fiber of her existence into containing the lewd cries her body yearned to release. It was an absolute battle, testing the limits of her restraint beyond anything she’d felt before.
Her clit throbbed with pleasure, as it was bathed in a nonstop assault of bliss. It felt like hoof was rubbing her snatch eagerly, bringing her closer and closer to a climax. Though she was hovering in mid-air she felt herself motion her hips backwards, as her marehood winked hungrily - desperate for a stallionhood to fill its depths. Her backdoor fared no better. Her asshole throbbed with desire, every inch of her suit tightly pressing against it coaxing lust out of her.
This was heat, and it was easily the worst one she had ever had. Her mind was rushing with carnal desires, and a war was raging between lust and logic. Her estrus, her suit, the magic flowing in it, the absurd thoughts about Anon - it was all becoming too much to bear.
She wanted - no, needed to get off, and only one thing stood in her way.
She glared down at the course, hearing the roaring crowd behind her. She had a show to perform. Not perform - survive. She couldn’t let her situation stop her. She was the Lightning Dust, and she’d be damned if she’d let her name be tarnished.
Biting her lips, she slowly flew over to the starting point of the course. It felt like all her nerves were set alight, the exact feeling she’d feel when approaching a climax. With her nethers screaming with need, she nodded her head forward and dove down at the contraptions below.
“Just gotta get through these and I’m - ngh - good to go…” she muttered to herself, wincing with pleasure as the sharp dive sent another spike of pleasure through her loins.
Her first target was clear, a set of rotating wooden pillars. Spikes lined their edges, but they weren’t of concern to her - usually. As she darted towards them, her mind rushing with a tornado of mixing thoughts, she did her best to focus on her goal.
She went past the first pillar, easy as could be.
You’re better off as his pet.
The undesirable thought flew to the forefront of her mind, yet she refused to yield. Carefully adjusting her wings, she went past the second, third, and fourth pillars. Surges of pleasure shot through her, the constant rapid movement pushing the enchantments within her suit against her more and more.
Give in to your desires.
She quickly shook her head, bending her wing as she swiftly made her way past the final two pillars. It was usually a breeze, but in the few seconds she performed the stunt, it felt like she had gone through a gauntlet. Her suit clung to her body, teasing and rubbing her at a nonstop rate. It was designed to be tight, but with a winking cunt and a throbbing backdoor, the snug fit was made far worse.
You’re meant to be a slave.
She grit her teeth, cursing her marish instincts for flooding her mind with such obscene imagery. She huffed air from her lungs, breathing heavily as sweat dripped down her face. She just had to finish the show, the sound of the crowd roaring to her side driving her further. As her cunt hungered for satisfaction, winking over and over against her suit, she darted forward towards the next obstacle.
Various sharpened metal blades swung before her, a classic part of her team’s routine, but shockingly she feared the deadly aspects of the trap the least. With her lunge forward, the feeling across her entire body enhanced once more, now feeling as if she was constantly being prodded at the entrance to her holes. The feeling of the tip of a dildo, or a stallionhood - which she was desperately wishing was there behind her, met her pussy and tailhole, causing her to halt her flight and let out a gasp.
She slowed entirely, making a full stop right before the blades. Her pupils shrunk to pinpricks, she slammed her thighs together and rubbed them against each other, and she had to fight the urge to tear off her suit and rub herself like a lowly whore right then and there. Everything was now a magnitude worse than before, eliminating her fortitude nearly entirely. She breathed heavily, barely able to make out the confused murmurs from the crowd watching her. She caught a glimpse of her partners, looking to each other with total confusion, before they began flying down towards her.
No free will. Pure bliss in servitude.
“Stop!” she blurted out, clenching her eyes and raising a hoof towards her companions.
Truth be told, she was talking to herself, talking to her mind. The thoughts were so much more intense, so much more potent, and so much more appealing than before. She was beginning to like the ideas they were proposing, and it was against everything she stood for. Sure, she’d shown interest in letting a stallion dominate her, just as all mares would from time to time, but this was a measure beyond that of simple domming.
Her mind was craving the aspect of being nothing more than a slave. A mindless thrall that existed to thoughtlessly obey and crave her Master’s praise. She stamped the ground hard, clenching her eyes tight as she fought to maintain her composure. Never in her life had such an obscene idea crossed her mind, yet now, seemingly out of nowhere, it was sounding like the most arousing thing she could possibly think of.
And that wasn’t good.
She took several deep breaths, giving her all to compose herself, before looking towards her companions and smirking. “I’ve got - mmph - this okay!” She didn’t intend to raise her voice, but her sexual frustration let it slip, though, in the blur of her racing thoughts, she didn’t even care. “Sit back and let your - ah - leader do her job.”
She emphasized “leader” for nothing more than her own self comfort. Leaders were dominant, leaders were independent, and leaders didn’t become slaves. She had to drill that into her head. She was a strong-willed, confident mare. Nothing could take that from her.
Fucktoy. Sex slave. Cumdump.
Visions flashed through her head, appearing as the most vivid mental images she had ever made in her life. They followed the words that surged in her mind perfectly. An image of her being fucked senseless, held up in the air as she was rutted nonstop. Her face was nothing short of pure, unfiltered bliss. Her marehood seized upon itself from the sight, and it was only getting worse.
Another vision came; one of her trotting around, panting like a dog with a collar around her neck connected to a leash. She could see her tail wagging, hear herself whimpering, and overall saw the absolute pathetic state she was in. Yet her body loved it.
A third image sent a pleasurable shiver down her spine. She was laying on a bed, her holes overflowing with seed, as she was painted with another load of cum, giggling as it hit her face and chest. She couldn’t fathom it, finding the entire situation absurd, though the part that hit the hardest for her was when she realized who was with her in these thoughts.
Anon.
She had to use every ounce of her will to stop herself from bending down and bucking her flank back into an imaginary cock - one she’d imagined to be Anon’s. It was becoming too much, far too fast, and she needed to get away immediately.
Barely giving herself time to think, she spread her wings and zipped forward, surging at the metal contraption before her. With an abundance of weaves and ducks, she made it out the other end totally unscathed. The movements, as she dreaded, had only teased her quivering nethers all the more, but she was almost done.
She was panting openly, solely managing to keep her composure through sheer force of will.
“J-just - unf - one more - nnngh - bucking part,” she groaned, her voice littered with soft moans. “I c-can do this. Ah ~ C’mon D-Dust!”
Before her was the final challenge in her lewd onslaught, and she was determined to conquer it. A simple loop, followed by diving through several flaming rings, and then finally landing on the center stage. Far easier than the previous stunts, her hindered confidence still remained. Stomping the ground, not even caring for how her teammates reacted to her outburst, she hurtled herself forward.
Cum and lose your free will.
She rode the edge of the loop, riding it shakily and slower than usual. Her mind was barely able to focus on the task, and as the sensations accosting her body intensified, she felt herself growing closer and closer to the brink.
“C-c’mon!” she yelled out loud, attempting to reassure herself with her own words.
She met the end of the loop, flying straight towards the flaming rings. She made her way to the first, her mind swirling with carnal thoughts all the while. Her suit’s sensations had gone beyond anything she could’ve imagined, outright feeling like she was getting fucked - the pleasure was simply that intense. She was no stranger to the pleasures she could feel as a mare, but this, without even using any proper sexual stimulation, was rivaling even the best pleasures she had ever experienced.
She made it through the first ring, yet she knew she was moments away from a climax.
Cum and submit.
The second ring met her, her cunt gushing her marish juices as her endurance waned. With a quick dive and a roll, she switched her direction and surged through the loop.
Cum and feel bliss.
The third ring lay before her, far smaller than the previous two. As she folded her wings to make it through the narrow opening, she winced as she felt them ache, struggling to close. The maneuver was one she had done countless times, though as she weaved through the tight ring, she let out a pleasure gasp.
Cum and obey.
She hovered shakily in the air, pausing before the fourth and final ring. Her pussy winked fervently, her asshole pulsed with need, and she felt as if her vision was blurring from the sheer lust flowing within her. She knew she was on the cusp of a climax, the thoughts in her head coaxing her to reach it more and more. Her lust and logic were waging a war with one another. The side of her finding the thoughts appealing, the concept of submission sounding better than anything else. Yet her logic, the fiery spirit she kept with her for her entire life, refused to yield.
Cum and serve.
She surged forward, hurtling herself towards the final ring of the course. The final obstacle in her way. She just had to make it through, and she could quench this need. Her suit taunted her ruthlessly, a climax looming over her like a mountain. The smallest thing could set her off, and she prayed to the heavens that she’d pull through. Clenching her eyes, her suit rubbing her clit more than ever, pummeled her wings and clenched her eyes.
Seconds felt like hours, as she felt the warmth of the flaming ring radiate over her body, going from her head, her torso, and then her flank. Until the cool air met her again. Her eyes shot open, as she realized what happened. She was moments away from letting out an ecstatic cheer, though, as her quivering body shuddered with an endless need for release, she cast her gaze towards the crowd.
Her eyes met the one outlier in the swarm of cheering ponies, the one unique creature in the mass. Tall, handsome, with the mayor and Starlight Glimmer right beside him, was Anon. He smiled right at her, a cocky grin splitting his countenance, with Mayor Mare and Starlight sharing a similar expression.
Her heart skipped a beat, her marehood quivered, and her entire body froze up.
Cum and become his.
And her climax finally struck.