Testing the Tome
Anon mumbled to himself, carrying a heavy bag on his back as he walked down the path towards Maretime Bay. Having helped Sunny Starscout bring back some books and materials from the ruins of the once great city of Canterlot, he had expected a bit more gratitude from the mare.
“I’m telling you, Anon, for all this help I’m gonna make you the best smoothie at my stand! Promise!”
A smoothie definitely wasn’t cutting it.
Still, he couldn’t complain all too much. Visiting the forgotten city was a unique experience. Though he hadn’t been able to read over anything he found, thanks to Sunny’s insistence on investigating what they found once they were back home, he still grabbed a couple interesting finds of his own. The biggest one being an old tome that had been locked within a chest, one that Sunny had thankfully melted the locks off with her alicorn form. He didn’t get to look over it much, but he did see a note of sorts plastered on its cover, which made him have a desire to figure out what it was. Whatever it was, it had been securely locked away in the depths of Canterlot - which meant it surely had to be something interesting.
With his curiosity peaking, he was eager to get back home. Glancing up and wiping sweat off his brow, he caught sight of Maretime Bay in the distance. Though, his attention quickly diverted to something else in front of him. Ever the go-getter, Sunny had trotted ahead of him, ecstatic to go through the books and scrolls the two had recovered - which meant Anon had a perfect view of her rear.
Two plump, thick asscheeks built up the earth pony’s flank, holding between them an absolutely delicious set of holes. She might’ve not been aroused, but the sweat streaking down her form still helped make her goods glisten in the evening sun. Her marehood was puffy, likely tight and perfect to milk a cock dry. Just above it was her tight, tempting tailhole, which made his mind race with all sorts of lustful thoughts. Her ass contained a bit of muscle definition, as well as her thighs, likely thanks to all the exercise she got from rollerblading around everywhere. Still, her flanks subtly jiggled with each step she took, the sweat streaking her body making her all the more enticing.
The two continued their walk back towards the previously earth pony exclusive town, eventually coming up to the outskirts of it. A few more minutes, and his feet soon left the dirt of the earth and met the firm cobble that made up the town’s streets. A handful of pegasi, unicorns, and mostly earth ponies went about their day around him, some throwing him uncertain looks and curious glances.
He still wasn’t very accepted here. Ending up in this abstract world just over a year ago, he had hoped things would’ve gotten a bit better by this point. Though, much to his despair, even to this day it seemed only Sunny and her friends truly accepted his presence. It was a rather large blow to his hopes, as not only did it mean his social life was hindered, but also his sexual one.
Sunny and her friends were very clearly not attracted to him, even if he was good looking by human standards. They had managed to casually discuss it during lunch one evening, explaining how they couldn’t ever see themselves dating him due to just how taboo and abstract the idea of it was. They had consoled him after they noticed his sadness at the remarks, telling him they were sure he’d eventually get himself a mare, but with essentially all of Equestria seeing him as some kind of misplaced alien, he didn’t have many hopes.
It was constant torture. Almost every mare in the town was hot. Thick asses, plump thighs, the occasional winking pussy in heat, and absolutely adorable faces. He’d even found himself fantasizing over Posey a handful of times! Sure she was a bitch, but her ass jiggled with literally every step she took. The worst part of it though, was that his main and only group, Sunny and her friends, were easily the hottest mares of them all.
Sunny was well-rounded in almost every way, Izzy’s flanks were to die for, Pipp’s tits and ass were absolutely fat, and though she’d never admit it, Zipp had a juicy, fat flank and hefty tits on her - a horribly delicious contrast to the cool, tomboyish mare she behaved as. He never really eyed Hitch, being he was mostly straight, but if he was into stallions, he was sure being around the stud would’ve made things even harder than they already were.
He’d give anything to pin one of those fine mares down and rut them senseless, pouring endless ropes of cum into and onto them. His wet dreams almost always featured one of the four, and he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t spend a good portion of the time he had with them ogling their features. Thankfully, it seemed they were rather naive when it came to his sexual looks and cravings - especially Sunny. The pseudo-alicorn was so naive he had managed to even get away with smacking her ass a handful of times ‘by accident’. Her naivety was an unknown curse to her but a beautiful blessing for him, allowing him to get a morsel of sexual gratification whenever he could.
He had spent the last three days on this trip with her, and finally coming back a portion of him felt saddened. Each day out there with her he had a near nonstop view of her fat ass, plump tits, and everything else - even having a good amount of his ‘accidental’ flank smacks while he was there. Seeing the mare sweaty and working, accompanied by her absolutely adorable personality, had made the trip a lot more pleasurable for him than he had originally thought.
“Alright, finally home!” Sunny cheered, snapping him out of his thoughts.
Pausing his walk, Anon glanced up. Surely enough, they were standing before the Crystal Brighthouse. He must’ve lost track of where they were as he basked in the view of her rump, near mindlessly following her as they made their way home. Adjusting the straps of his bag that rested on his shoulder, he let out a relieved sigh.
“Phew ~ That's a relief. This bag was starting to get heavy!”
Sunny’s eyes twinkled with excitement, unable to contain herself as she grabbed his arm and pulled him inside the lighthouse. “C’mon, c‘mon! We’ve got so much to look through! Oooooh I can just imagine all the interesting things about ancient Equestria we’re going to find out!” She gasped, looking back up at him with wonder. “Maybe we ended up grabbing one of Twilight Sparkle’s old journals! Or one of her friends’ ones! I can’t wait!”
Raising a brow, still being tugged along by the mare, he pointed directly at her. “If you’re this eager, why didn’t you just read them back there? We weren’t exactly in a rush, y'know.”
“Well…maybe, yeah, but,” Sunny countered, releasing his arm and wheeling around to face him, “there’s no fun in that! Either way we’re sure to learn more about harmony, friendship, and ancient Equestria - so why not keep it a surprise!” She giggled, shooting him a wink. “My dad was always focused on the wonders of the unknown, so, I figured picking random options and leaving them as a mystery until we got home would fit that!”
Anon crossed his arms, unamused. “Is that why you didn’t let me read that book I picked up?”
“Yup,” Sunny teased, throwing him a smug look. “You’re like a little foal, Anon. Can’t keep your hands off something for two seconds! Not reading it wouldn’t kill ya, I dunno why you got all grumpy over it yesterday.”
He leaned down, pursing his lips as he looked at her at eye level. “You literally ripped it out of my hands with your magic. Your little ‘mystery is wonder’ shtick isn’t that important.”
“Awww,” she playfully replied, booping him on the nose. “Last I checked it was my trip you offered to help me on, so you gotta follow my rules!” She laughed to herself, pointing a hoof at the bag on his back. “Plus, we’re here now. We can look all over them in the comfort of the Brighthouse. It’ll also ensure we don’t accidentally damage or lose one of them - see? It’s fun and secure.”
Anon shook his head, unable to frown at the adorable smile she threw him. She was fierce, naive, and painfully smug, but that blended into a charming mare he wished he could go further with. It was as if every moment taunted him, and, as she turned away and gave him yet another clear view of her ass, it tortured his libido all the more.
“Heh, no words, huh?” she tittered, walking up the stairs and towards the upper level of the Brighthouse. “Told you it made sense.”
Anon shook his head, following her up the stairs. “It…it does not! It’s totally ridiculous!” He came up behind her, getting a clear view of her goods and tits as she was a few steps ahead of him. “But…it’s whatever.”
Coming up to the second floor of the Brighthouse, Anon straightened his back and let the bag of relics slip off. Gingerly placing it on the ground, feeling the weight on his back leave him, he stretched himself out to full height and let out a relieved groan. He felt a few joints pop, his body thankful that its work was mostly over.
“Say,” he started, glancing around, “where are the others?”
Sunny perked up, looking around the floor, noting that almost all the beds were empty. “Oh! Zipp and Pipp are visiting their mom back at Zephyr Heights, Izzy went back to Bridlewood to get some more crystals for a couple projects of hers, and Hitch…well…doesn’t live here so.”
“Ah, gotcha,” Anon followed, looking down at the bag. “So it’s just you and me?”
Sunny nodded, trotting over towards the bag with a wide smile on her face. “Yup! That means only we get to go through the loot from our little adventure! Seems fitting!”
She pulled on the string closing the bag, letting it go slack and fall to the ground as the parcel opened. Within it, various scrolls and books were jumbled together in one large pile, and she let out an audible squee while clapping her hooves together.
“Aaah! This is so cool! I think I may get some answers to the endless questions I have about ancient Equestria from some of these!” she cheered, already scooping up a book with her magic as her excitement activated her alicorn form. “Oooh! ‘History of Canterlot Gardens’…” she squinted at the cover, eyes going wide, “with pictures!!!”
Anon couldn’t help but chuckle and roll his eyes as he watched her jump with glee over what he personally thought sounded like a horribly boring book. Still, he didn’t mind it, turning his attention towards the pile of scrolls and books before him. Fumbling through the pile, he found his target, snatching the tome that had the note attached to it. Picking it up, he read over the faded lettering.
This was my prized possession. My slaves and I have found great joy in it. It served me wonderfully, before things came to an end, and here’s hoping whoever finds it can enjoy what it has to offer as well. Maybe you’ll fare better than I did and have far fewer bumps in the road. Trust me, once you use it, there’s no going back - though I doubt anyone would want to anyways. Then again, maybe I’m just an awful individual. I’m sure if anyone in the future heard of my actions they’d think of me that way. Regardless, enjoy. Best of luck.
- A.
Anon furrowed his brow, his confusion growing as he read over the cover note. The term ‘slave’ had immediately thrown him off, and as he read more of it he simply got more bewildered. He had no idea who wrote the note, or why they seemed to have slaves, but he could only assume it had belonged to some sort of villain in the past. His only indication of who it might be was the single initial of ‘A’ at the end, but that could be any name.
Noting some seals on each corner of the note, gluing it to the book, he gripped onto each and pulled them off one by one. With each one he ripped off, he felt a tingling in his fingers, and there was a small burst of light. Whatever these seals were, they were enchanted in some way. Pulling off the final one, releasing the note from the cover, Anon shielded his eyes as a small burst of magic surged out.
It went unnoticed by Sunny, who was all too enthralled in the book she was investigating, but Anon’s full attention was latched onto the tome. Resting in his hands, he felt them tingle as the book gave off a faint glow. Its bindings looked incredibly aged, with the cover itself covered in gemstones and markings. Though it did send sensations through his hands, he couldn’t help but notice the book itself felt cold to the touch. Opening to the first page, he was greeted by yet another note from the previous owner.
The first half of this book contains general cutie mark spells. The usual earning, removing, and changing them kinds, but the real good stuff is a bit towards the end. I lucked out by tricking a unicorn to use one of these spells on herself, but in case you can’t, there’s an enchanted ring etched into the cover. I never used it, but I know it works. It’ll let you use dark magic if you aren’t a magic user - like me. Don’t push your luck. Use it on the first magic user you can find, and they can help recharge it after you conquer them.
Raising a brow, Anon glanced at the back of the front cover, seeing that the note didn’t lie. Sunken into the cover, of which he just now noticed was far thicker than any other book he had ever seen, was a singular ring. Smacking the other side of the cover, he managed to force it out, picking it up in his free hand.
From what the note said, it’d let the user use magic - specifically dark magic. He didn’t know much about the forbidden practice, having been told by Sunny it had been lost to time, but as he grasped the ring in his hand, his curiosity spiked even more. The wording once again piqued his interest, more specifically the ‘conquer’ part of it all.
Whoever had this book before him didn’t have any form of magic, didn’t seem to be a pony, and fashioned a ring - something he’d never seen any creature wear before. To Anon’s knowledge, he was the only creature in Equestria without any form of magic, and he was quickly starting to deduce just who might’ve owned this book. Though the prospect of this book belonging to another human seemed highly unlikely, sounding more like some kind of weird fantasy story someone would write up rather than a realistic possibility. Still, he had to think about the possibility of it all. Opting to not dwell on the thought for too long for now, he reshifted his focus.
The ring itself had a singular, pulsing, purple crystal embedded into it. Within the gem itself, swirling colors and shades danced about. It was like a fog was contained within the stone, and it gave off its own feeling of power. Whoever had this book before seemed to have gone through the ropes with it, and made a fool-proof plan for whomever found it next to use it with ease. Anon could only assume that was bound to happen, since he wasn’t the first one to yield it, but still the convenience of it all was very appreciated.
Although the note advised he skip to the back of the book, he opted to shift through the pages at the start. Just as the note had stated, the aged text on the pages seemed to focus on cutie marks and effects that could be put on them. No mentions of dark magic, no menacing spells, and frankly nothing really matched the entire vibe he was getting from the book itself and the messages relating to it.
Shrugging to himself, finding the entries rather uninteresting, he skimmed over the next couple dozen spell entries, before freezing as he met a menacing page. Blinking wildly, he read it over a few times, drinking in the implications from the small passage of text before him.
The following contents contain dark magic practices. The spells within this section can, and possibly will, have permanent effects.
The warning itself made his stomach churn with unease, the implications and nature of the words making him hesitate. Permanent effects? What could possibly be written on these pages that would warrant such a menacing label?
He needed to find more, even if he feared just what he was getting into. Turning the page again, he raised a brow, curious. Meeting him this time wasn’t a warning, but a picture. A heart surrounded by chains, the only illustration he had seen within the book thus far, and from the looks of it, there was a description below it.
The following spell specializes in manipulating a pony's cutie mark to warp their mind, body, and soul. When the following spell is cast on a pony, its process may vary. Regardless, it will change a pony's cutie mark to the depiction shown above, and, in turn, make them entirely obedient to whomever is assigned as their Master.
Anon read over the words once, then a second time, a third, fourth, fifth, and even a sixth - utterly bewildered by what he was seeing. A logical part of him told him to immediately doubt the implications of the text, finding the idea of enslaving a pony way too far-fetched. Though, as he felt a surge of magic pulse from the book and run through his body, a smirk split his countenance. His manhood throbbed in his pants, and he couldn’t help but feel a growing part of him hope this might be legit.
It was a surreal sensation, as if his noble, morally clear thoughts warped with ease, making him think over the implications of what he read more. Every few seconds he felt a tingle of magic run through him, and each time after it he couldn’t help but grow even more fond of the ideas running through his mind. It sounded wrong to him at first, enslaving a pony’s mind, body, and soul - but now it began to sound downright tantalizing. Some newfound desire driving him, he kept reading.
The pony that has been enslaved can only be freed by their assigned Master. If their Master does not free them, or is not present, their state will last forever.
Permanent? Permanent - that’s what the spell could do. It could make a pony a slave forever, an obedient thrall to whomever their Master may be. It sounded despicable, it sounded morally wrong in every way, but again Anon felt that magic coursing through him, and those worries quickly fell away.
He could have his own, obedient slave if this book was telling the truth. He could have a mindless thrall eagerly obeying his every wish and whim. His cock throbbed in his pants once again, the magic seeping into him from the book warming his groin with arousal. He could have a sex slave. His fruitless dreams of being accepted, of finding a lay, of simply getting his dick wet in this abstract world of colorful equines - those could finally actually come true.
He shook his head, rubbing his temple as he winced. These thoughts were wrong, and a better side of him insisted on denying them. He was a good guy, always willing to help his friends and do what was best for the ponies around him, not some maniacal dude going around turning ponies into fucktoys. Whatever magic the book contained, it was clearly affecting him, and he instinctually set it on the ground and took his hands away from it.
He bit his nails, fighting off the urge to delve into the book more, fearing what it may contain and moreso what it would do to him. As strong as his lust was, nearly endless to his own knowledge, he fought back the temptation. Whoever owned the book before seemed to give in to these temptations, but he was confident he was far more sound than his predecessor.
“Oh wow! They had a statue of Discord back then?! And it was the real Discord in stone?!”
He perked up, glancing to his side as he heard Sunny excitedly exclaim the findings she was having in her book. Though, Anon found his situation worsening as he gazed upon what was before him. With her rump raised up, all too enthralled in her book to realize what she was doing, Sunny waggled her hips with enthusiasm while she perused the pages of her book. She didn’t intend to put on a show for him, but in her elation she could barely stand still, leading her to having to move in some way to calm herself.
And the way she chose to move nearly made her present herself perfectly to Anon. Those juicy asscheeks, thick thighs, that tight cunt, plump ponut, and hefty tits… - all presented to him beautifully.
Okay, maybe he wasn’t that much more sound than his predecessor.
His cock strained in his pants, and he managed to tear his eyes off the earth pony’s unintentional presentation to focus on the book. Letting his desires drive him, he picked it back up, feeling that tingling once again, and kept reading. Reading over the spell, he scrunched his nose as an odd note was written in the top corner.
I translated this spell and all the others for you Master! Everything should be clear as day now!
- S.
Anon had no clue who ‘S.’ might’ve been, but from the way they referred to someone as Master, he could only assume it was a pony. A pony that, if this book was legit and not some weird, elaborate prank by some forgotten citizen of Equestria’s past, had been enslaved by the very spell he was now reading over. The text itself was legible, thanks to whoever this unknown pony translator was, and he could only assume it had been originally indecipherable. The spell itself seemed to be focused on thought, with its words and phrases having to be recited subconsciously while the spell itself was being channeled on the target.
“Hey, Anon, what’s your book about? Anything cool?” Sunny asked, finally having pulled her attention away from her book. “I just got to a part of mine that talks about some old villains that got turned to stone and put in the Canterlot Gardens as a display piece!”
A pulse of magic from the book coincided with a surge of lust in Anon, as he heard Sunny’s question. A target, that’s what he needed - and she was a viable one. She had magic thanks to her summonable alicorn abilities, a sexy body, and was perfectly naive enough to fall for a trick. He hesitated for a moment, that morally just part of him trying to fight off his lecherous own, but as the image of Sunny presenting herself came to his imagination, he made his decision.
“I actually was gonna ask you to help me out with something,” he answered, glancing back over his shoulder at her. “Looks like I found myself a spellbook.”
Sunny shot up to her hooves, eyes going wide. “Oh?! Who’s it by?! Is it from Twilight Sparkle?! Tell me, tell me!”
“No, it seems whoever it belonged to was anonymous,” he replied, raising a brow at her. “But I was wondering if I could try a spell from it on you?”
“Huh?” Sunny blurted out, confused. “How? You don’t have any magic!”
Anon presented the ring that came with the book, waving it before him. “Apparently this trinket right here lets non-magic users use magic! Meaning I can try a spell from this book on you.”
Sunny narrowed her gaze, eyeing the ring suspiciously. “I’m getting a bad feeling from that thing…” She raised a foreleg, pointing down at the book before Anon. “What’re the spells in that about?”
“At-ta-ta,” Anon tutted, waggling a finger at her. “Aren’t you the pony that’s been going on and on about how much more fun a mystery is?” He crossed his arms. “Unless you wanna admit you were wrong, even after you did proudly state you were right~
“I…” Sunny paused, puffing her cheeks out and glowering at him. “Fine, you’ve made your point. There is more fun in the mystery of it all!” She recoiled a bit, gnawing her lip. “You’re…you’re sure it’s harmless, right?”
Anon nodded. “Oh, absolutely! If this spellbook is legit, it’ll blow your mind!” He noticed her uncertain look barely faltered, leading him to lean down and smile at her. “Plus, you’ll probably be the first pony ever to see a human use magic!”
Sunny’s worried look gradually dropped, a look of wonder filling her eyes. “Y-you're right!” She snickered to herself, a prideful look splaying across her muzzle. “There’s no way anypony ever dealt with a human using magic! Hay, I don’t even know if there were any humans back then! This would be a huge first for Equestrian history!”
“Exactly~” Anon cooed, slipping the ring onto his finger.
A chill ran up his spine as the metal of the ring met his skin, that same sensation of magic sweeping over him, although this time even more intense. He felt powerful and more importantly he felt dominant - and he was intent on showcasing that sensation of dominance to Sunny. Inspecting his hand for a moment, smirking at the ring’s gem, he picked up the book from the ground with his free one. Reading over the spell and some of the requirements, he took note of some additional notes written by the previous owner in the margins. They were simple instructions on how to elevate the spells speed and effectiveness, much to his delight.
“Okay,” he started, squinting at the book’s page. “First I’m gonna need you to relax yourself.”
Sunny took a few deep breaths, audibly exhaling as she rolled her shoulders. “Alright, I think I can do that.” She took a few more breaths, closing her eyes and relaxing her body. “What next?”
Anon read over more notes. “Leave your mind open to suggestion, let any magical guards down, and open yourself to the spellcaster - in this case me.”
“What’s that mean?” Sunny asked, creaking an eye open and looking at him. “Open my mind? Lower my guard? What kind of spell is this?!”
“Surprises, Sunny, you yourself said it’s better that way. Don’t worry, it’s harmless, I swear.” He tapped the book, glancing up at her. “I think it just means to trust me. No reason to be on edge or defensive around me anyways.”
Sunny scrunched her muzzle, eyeing him suspiciously for a moment, before sighing to herself. “Well, alright. I do trust you.” She closed her eyes, taking another set of deep breaths. “What now?”
Anon read over the entire spell one more time, mentally reassuring himself he was ready. With no notes left, he rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. “Alright, I’m gonna cast the spell now, okay?
“Alright…” Sunny replied, making sure to take a few more deep breaths.
Anon’s heart was pounding in his chest, his cock was struggling against the prison that was his pants, and his mind was absolutely racing with thoughts. He wasn’t even sure this spell, and the entire book at that, was even legitimate, and a part of him feared that he’d been swindled by some ancient jokester. Though, another part of him feared his own action, knowing deep down it was wrong, what he had planned, but still being overpowered by his unending urge and lust to pursue it.
Knowing it was now or never, two sides of him clashing with each other as he started to go down an immoral path, he closed his eyes and began to focus on the spell. He felt an intense warmth radiate around his hand, his finger feeling like it was beginning to burn as magic funneled out of the ring and around his body. He could see a dark purple and green aura shrouding him, his eyes stinging as he felt a trail of what looked like smoke funnel out of the corners of them. He didn’t know if dark magic felt too different from normal magic, but he knew this sensation accosting him felt wrong - corrupt even.
Yet he pressed on. Grinding his teeth together, he opened his eyes and stared right at Sunny. There she stood, defenseless, open, and most importantly naive - thus he finally abandoned his reservations. Tensing himself, he stumbled backwards a step as magic surged out of the ring, a beam of dark colors bursting towards Sunny. In an instant, the beam dissipated, a similar aura to that of Anon‘s shrouding her now too.
Then he felt it - a sense of resistance against him. It was weak, faint, but noticeable. He could only assume that it was the walls of Sunny’s fortitude, some of her guard still up as she doubted him and felt uncertain about the spell. He saw her face strain, and, knowing he had to commit, he focused everything he had into the spell. A surge of color rang out from the ring, and soon after the aura around Sunny pulsed. Her eyes shot open, she let out a shocked gasp, and her body felt locked in place as her face cringed.
He had breached that barrier, and the spell was now attacking her mind.
An intense heat swept over Sunny, sending her nerves alight with pleasure she hadn’t expected to feel. Her thoughts felt unclear and she struggled to speak as the spell’s effects ran rampant in her mind.
“Nnngh! A-Anon! What’re you doing!” she stammered.
Anon winced, focusing more on the spell, seeing magic from the book itself funneling into him now - empowering him more. “Don’t worry ~ Just let it take hold of you~”
Sunny let out another gasp, stumbling backwards as the spell’s effects intensified on her. Something was telling her this was wrong, that she had to try and flee, summon her magic or something to prevent it - but with just as much intensity new thoughts entered the fold.
Don’t resist.
Her eyes went wide as dinner plates, a domineering voice in her head booming within her foggy thoughts. It felt powerful, and not only that but it felt right. Her struggling lessened a portion, her eyes starting to glaze over as the spell intensified.
She felt her marehood begin to wantonly wink, beads of her essence coating her inner thighs and dripping to the floor below. Her nipples got hard, her asshole clenched at the empty air, and her mouth hung open, a guttural groan escaping her lips as another massive surge of magic funneled into her.
Anon’s heart skipped a beat, watching as a deep blush formed on Sunny’s muzzle, all while her cutie mark began to glow. Had he had any doubts about the book or the ring, they had been swiftly struck down. Mind control spell or not, this book still had something to it. Licking his lips, rubbing his crotch as he felt his dick beg to be released, he slowly began to circle Sunny.
She continued her struggle, now confident something was wrong but unable to pull herself away. Something within her ushered her to stay put, to let the magic funnel into her and conquer her.
“Gah! Mmmph!” she moaned, eyes rolling back as the sensations hitting her only intensified.
The world around her spun, everything a blur besides herself, Anon, and the book from which the spell was being siphoned from. Her face contorted into barely hidden pleasure, her rear coated in her lust now. Seeing Anon walking past her side and go behind her, the voice spoke again.
Present yourself to him. Satisfy him.
Beyond any sense of logical reasoning, Sunny did just that. Lowering her torso to the ground, she kept her ass up in the air and flagged her tail. She clenched her eyes shut, shame overwhelming her as she felt herself present herself to him.
Be proud. Slaves serve.
That shame she felt miraculously began to fade. She couldn’t fathom it, but somehow that intense wave of embarrassment was quickly morphing into one of pride. Something deep down was telling her she was supposed to present herself to him - as if it was her purpose.
“W-what’re - nnngh - what’re you d-doing!?” she croaked, struggling to contain her pleasurable cries as the spell was only corrupting her further.
Anon didn’t reply, mouth hanging open behind her as he gazed upon the sight before him. Her pussy was winking angrily, her essence drenching her thighs and forming a puddle on the ground below. He had never seen a mare drool from her snatch this much before in his life, but he was quickly becoming obsessed with the sight. He could see her ample tits hanging below her, two sizable mounds he was eager to grip and suck on given the chance - and it looked like that chance was going to come more and more.
Sunny couldn't tell if he replied or not, and at this point she didn't care. She was too focused on maintaining her sanity, the parts of her defiance and fortitude fending off everything they could. The feelings the spell was dumping onto her were beyond intense, getting ever closer to feeling like she was being actually fucked by a stallion.
No stallions. Just him. His cock is the one that claims you. Owns you.
“Mmmph! Ahn! T-this is…s-so g-gooood!!!”
Her tongue lolled out, her eyes nearly rolled back entirely, and a spurt of her juices gushed out of her cunt, the spell surging into her immense force. She had jumped from feeling like she was being teased to a sensation that was identical to that of being rutted intensely. Off of sheer, marish instinct, she braced herself against the ground and began to routinely throw her ass back into the empty air.
The view Anon had was only getting better, as he watched her begin twerking her ass with desperation. Every thrust backwards made her plump cheeks jiggle, the occasional clap ringing out as they smacked back together. Her juices were flinging everywhere, the scent of oranges flooding the air - and it only made Anon crave her fall all the more. Her marehood was a waterfall of lust, her plump ponut angrily seized upon itself, and he could see her tits swaying below her as she continued to throw her ass back.
Sunny couldn’t form a single clear thought, far too consumed by the gauntlet of pleasure and submission she was facing. Each passing second felt like a small eternity, with her mind falling more and more to the spell. A broken smile formed on her muzzle, her moans and grunts intensifying as she continued to fuck herself on an imaginary cock. Strains of magic flowed into her head and cutie mark, demanding she fully submit to Anon - no - her Master.
She couldn’t stop thinking of him, every thought directing itself towards him. He had gone from just being one of her quirky friends in her eyes, to some kind of wondrous figure of domination. She felt required to submit, as if it was her destiny and purpose to do that.
Master.
That’s who he was, her Master. She couldn’t think otherwise - didn’t want to think otherwise. He was beginning to become everything that she needed in her life. Friends, magic, research - they all faded away from her as thoughts and ideas of him filled the void left by their departure. She spread her legs further apart, shook her ass even faster, and let out a sea of moans that seemingly had no end.
She had thought he had asked to use the spell on her, but now she perceived it as him commanding her to let him. I sounded right, the idea of following his every command, and the thought of it sent another intense surge of pleasure through her entire body. She should’ve felt betrayed, deceived, and angry at the human for what was happening, but she couldn’t find those emotions within her, even though the logical remnants of her mind insisted on it. All she felt was gratitude - sheer bliss in the moment.
Serve.
She needed to give in, good slaves didn’t resist. She winced for but a moment at the thought, but soon returned to the lust-addled look she had adorned before as another wave of euphoria coursed over her. Submitting sounded perfect. No more worries, having fewer thoughts, pure bliss in servitude, and the wonders of finally having found her true purpose in life - it was undeniably perfect.
“More…I need…more!” she slurred, a cacophony of moans and claps filling the air as she delved further past the point of no return.
Anon strained behind her, the magic coursing through him a magnitude stronger than before. He saw her cutie mark beginning to flash with color every few moments, all while a constant stream of magic flowed into her mind. The sight, sounds, and smells of her intense lust drove him to keep going, to finish her off, and, if the spell was entirely true, to enslave her.
She felt the need to throw her mind, body, and very soul to Anon - to her Master. He deserved to own her, deserved to control her, deserved to enslave her. Try as the crumbling sense of self Sunny had might, it couldn’t fend off the spell. More and more of her mind was conquered by Anon, pulling her ever closer to the end. The endless mantras of submission and obedience withered away the deepest parts of her reason, converting each piece it destroyed with more blissful obedience.
Cum and be reborn.
Her pussy winked even more, her shaking intensifying as she craved her release. She threw ass back into the empty air in a frenzy, unable to even conceive her own motions as her mind was overwhelmed.
Become his slave.
That’s what she was, his slave. It sounded so right. It filled her with a sense of joy she couldn’t begin to describe, and it sent her reeling down the abyss of servitude. Free will was wrong - she didn’t need it, rather she didn’t want it. She was meant to be his, to become his slave.
Cum and be free.
And she finally lost the fight.
Anon’s magic surged into her, and she paused her motions. Her eyes rolled back, her tongue hung out, and she let out a noiseless scream as a literal life-changing orgasm struck her to her core. With the force of a dying star, her climax rippled through her entire body, sending every last nerve within her dancing with bliss. The magic shrouding her flashed with color, intensely funneling into her head and cutie mark. Her alicorn powers surged out with her release, the arcane, translucent horn and wings forming on her as she rode out her bliss. Her pussy gushed with her marish juices, her body spasmed, and she released a carnal, guttural cry of sheer rapture.
The world around her faded away entirely, as she felt herself be reborn. Dreams and aspirations became focused on Anon. Everything she could fathom was below that of Anon - of her Master. A euphoric smile split her muzzle, as she felt the last parts of the spell funnel into her and finish off her free will.
Anon watched on, feeling the magic surging out of the ring and into Sunny. The sensations the enchanted jewelry had left him, the magic fully drained from it as it flowed into her. He waited with bated breath, gulping nervously as he gawked at Sunny’s orgasm. He watched her cutie mark shimmer intensely with light, nearly entirely consumed with vivid colors.
“Yes! Yessss! YESSSSS!”
Her blissful cries rang out in his ears, but his glee at the sound and sight of her quickly shifted to worry as the light from the magic flowing into her head and cutie mark surged one last time. Before he could react, a blinding burst of colors exploded out from her. He shielded his eyes, stumbling backwards and falling to the ground, the intense array of light and colors far too strong to try and look through. A literal warmth radiated off of the aura, as he waited for several seconds as the arcane flashbang subsided.
Blinking wildly, his vision partially blurred as he squinted ahead of himself, he bit his lip nervously. Sunny’s moans had subsided, and all he could hear was her heavy, desperate pants. Rubbing his eyes, he cleared his eyesight, looking onwards before nearly fainting with shock. Resting where her cutie mark was, a heart surrounded by chains now plastered on her flank.
The spell seemed legit, as it definitely had replaced her cutie mark, but he wasn’t certain yet. Standing up, he slowly walked over towards her. She laid in a puddle of her bliss, breathing slowly with her eyes shut. Her tail was still flagged, marehood winking even still, and the sight made Anon’s cock cry for release even more.
Coming to her front, he stooped down and poked her. “Sunny? You okay?”
She groaned to herself, her face straining as she seemed to come to her senses. Her eyes remained shut, and she let out a few more moans as she began to stir. Eyes fluttering slowly open, she glanced up at Anon as a dopey smile split her muzzle.
His eyes went wide, and he felt like he was in a dream, as he looked back into her eyes with sheer, raw shock and awe.
Her eyes contained hearts. Untold volumes of obedience and submission within them.
“Hello, Master~”