Celestia awoke with a start and a gasp, jerking to her side- only to be immediately arrested by a sharp tug against her throat. Glancing down, she frowned deeply at the padded iron collar wrapped snugly around the base of her wide neck, small diabolic runes glowing around the edges, and on the chain that led back to an iron fitting on the wall. The suppressor was definitely still attached as well, which was a... deeply surreal feeling. Celestia was one of the most talented magic-users on Equus, and when in Canterlot, was always tapped into the ley line nexus beneath the city. To be cut off from it entirely, alone in her body and mind, her senses dulled to just what she could see, hear, and smell... She shuddered slightly.
The Solar Alicorn was most certainly in her own room; everything was exactly as it had been left, though the protective wards had been broken. She was vaguely surprised that the room had not been ransacked, but she and her Sister's room were as well-warded as the vault. Celestia had a sneaking suspicion that it was not the Nobles who had broken through them. The thought of Twilight's corruption... the power that she had wielded... Small tears pricked in the back of her eyes. What had her once student gone through to gain such immense power in Tartarus? And what had the young Alicorn of Magic gone through that could have possibly convinced her to do... all this?
With a small click, the door swung open, a cheerful Earth Pony maid skipped in, a tray balanced lightly on her back, stacked high with breakfast foods. Celestia couldn't help but stare in shock- the mare was one of her old maids! Honey Dew, an amazing mare who had long helped tend to Celestia’s relatively minor needs. She was just as she remembered- light green fur, a more tannish mane, pulled back into a ponytail. But when she smiled back at Celestia, her eyes flickered a bright green, dashing any hopes Celestia might have had for a quick escape.
"Good morning, Celestia!" Honey Dew chirped pleasantly, "It's so good to see you again!"
Gracefully and with practiced movement, she set the tray of oatmeal and toast in front of the larger alicorn, and Honey Dew gave her old ruler a gentle smile.
"I can't talk long, I'm afraid. Lots of work to do still," she explained quietly, "The Lady Cadance is nearly in control of the city."
Celestia winced at that, eyes softening, "I..."
"Need to eat," was the firm reply, and Honey Dew quickly turned for the door.
"W-wait!" Celestia shouted, tugging against her bond, lifting a hoof to push her unruly pink mane back out of her eyes, "H-honey Dew... ...Twilight... is she..."
The image of Twilight rose before her minds eye; first as the delicate unicorn who had been her student, then as the promising, cheerful young alicorn she had watched grow with such delight, then engulfed in her archdevil magic and twisted into their image, smiling at her with such ferocity in her eyes, finally and most searingly, that same archdevil twisting in agony while fighting a power that Celestia herself could not hope to match. Crushing an ancient spell and falling... so broken, in so much pain, for their sakes... it would not leave her mind and she quailed to hear what Twilight must even now be suffering for such an act.
For a moment, her old maid was silent, obviously thinking.
"The Lady Twilight is currently resting," she replied, her tone softly cheerful, her very inflection a perfect copy of the lie-voice Celestia had perfected over the years, "She is perfectly safe however, and should be out and about very soon. I’m sure she’ll be stopping by before you know it!"
And with that Honey Dew quickly, though not hastily, trotted out. Leaving Celestia to her whirling thoughts. The image of Twilight, even the devilish creature she now was, laying on a bed, gasping raggedly even to breathe came to her mind, and a few small tears came unbidden to her cheeks, trickling down into her oatmeal...
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Alder Rowan’s manor sat on the edge of Canterlot’s Noble District, its back built into the very mountain that Canterlot had been settled upon so long ago. Built of bright white, and incredibly expensive, marble brought in from the quarries along the Badlands borders, the manor had long shined down on the poorer ponies in the Industrial and Merchant Districts, reminding them distinctly whom their “betters” were. Perhaps it was this mindset that had completely cleared out the path to the manor, at least of civilians.
Rarity smirked softly as she confidently strode down the cobbled streets, her troops riding along patiently behind her. On Equus, mounted warfare had never quite… taken off. In the distant past, earth pony and unicorn warlords had once used captive gryphons as battle mounts to bring war to the pegasi, and some minotaur nations rode elephants, though mostly for raw labor. In Tartarus, however, things were… a little different. Armored in enchanted iron from the depths of Tartarus, incubi and succubi rode a top massive, ten-foot long feldrakes, wielding long hooks and net-launching crossbows, mounted to their saddles. Crocodile-like, with wide, toothy mouths, the feldrakes could run faster than any land-bound ponies could hope to match, and were armored in deep scarlet scales. All in all, they were a terrifying force, lead by an equally terrifying mare.
The gates to the manor were, curiously, already blasted in by some great force, and two bundles of fur and mail were crumpled in heaps on the once manicured lawn. Bolts of fire and ice had blackened or shattered more than one marble statue in the courtyard, and at least one side of the marble wall was cracked around a disturbingly pony-sized crater.
Pausing near the gate, the devil mare glanced at a lump of shattered glass and steel, black smoke still curling up from its boxy shape, whatever it was gave off the sharp stench of overloaded arcanotech. A scorched sagging plate on the side read ‘atch’s Celebrated Bass Cannon Mk 1’. Frowning slowly, Rarity gave a sharp, silent gesture to her troops and trotted faster into the battle zone, her soldiers quickly forming a perimeter around the estate, so that nopony would escape what was to come.
At the now-shut doors to the manor, they were barred from the inside, yet banged and rattled in time with a deep thumping rhythm from within. Curious... Rarity scowled, staring down at the trail of blood leading from the wall-crater, and into the home. Something big had gone down here, and if the crackling and shouting inside nearly drowned out beneath the throbbing beat was anything to go by… Closing her eyes, Rarity’s horns gleamed a light blue as she extended her senses into the manor hallway.
Twelve stallions in their prime, ten of them blazing with rage, and something even darker, the other two colored in shades of sorrow and disgust beneath the iron of their discipline formed a loose circle around a small, badly wounded unicorn mare. A shield of sound thrummed around the mare, barreling out from her horn to form a shockingly sturdy barrier, but her power was fading quickly under the assault of the trained mercenaries.
“Just a little more boys, and she’s all ours!”
“Bitch is going to pay for what she did to Needle and Wildfire!”
It did not take a mentalist of Rarity’s caliber to know exactly what the stallions planned to do to the poor mare once they battered down her shield. And Rarity was curious just as to why an untrained fighter would take a risk such as this. Well this just wouldn’t do at all. Diabolic magic thrummed around the devil as she wormed her way into every crack and cranny of the doorway. Rarity did love her dramatic entrances, after all.
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Angry, impotent tears rolled down Vinyl Scratch’s cheeks as she glared at the hated guards through the shattered lens of her trademark goggles. Her pain-wracked body curled tightly under her ever shrinking bass shield. She had never experienced pain of the magnitude she was in now, not even during the airship crash that had nearly killed her as a child, and had taken her voice, along with a good portion of her neck. The guards outside had been stronger than Vinyl had predicted, and the battle had been pitched from the start. Vinyl was not a trained fighter, but she had always been scrappy, and her sonic-based magic had surprised the armored ponies. She had managed to… to k-kill them both, but not before one had slammed her into the wall, ripping a massive gash in her side, and breaking both hind legs in the process. But that hadn’t stopped the little white mare. No… she had to find her Octavia.
Her hooves dug at the tiled floor, forcing herself forward against the weight of the magic levelled at her shield… Octavia… her Tavi. Her lover, her life, her muse… The odd pair had always been looked down upon by the upper-crust of pony society, just as most monogamists were, and “filly-fooler” monogamists at that. Which was stupidity anyway; anypony who knew Vinyl and Octavia would know that they weren’t monogamist, just that they had not found a herd that fit them. But it had been enough to cause discrimination in even Ponyville, and after the Banishment of the Princesses, things had only gotten worse. Being famous and an earth pony was a point against a pony to start. But when Octavia had made a few comments about missing the Princesses…
The twelve unicorns glared down at her, keeping up their magical pace, two shifted along the path of her advance, throwing more force against the shield from that direction, stalling her motion. They knew she couldn’t hold out for long. Even so they had to wait her out. The pure bass beat of her shield was incredibly loud and powerful, and more than a few had bleeding noses and ears from being too close to the shield when Vinyl had cast it.
Cestus Tread sniffed against his bleeding nose, the noises in the room were faint and buried under the throb of his pulse in his ears. He had tried to intercept the mare who was incredibly assaulting the mansion, more in hopes of bring the conflict to a quick end than out of desire to hurt her. The stunning wall of sound made physical had blown him off his feet. He had no doubt he had at least one ruptured eardrum. He knew the other guards were blood-hot, and intended to do something truly savage in revenge against the poor thing for the loss of Needle and Wildfire. Cestus regretted their deaths, but the single visibly flagging mare before them deserved better. The aging guardspony resolved to snap her neck as soon as the shield dropped. Quick, painless. He sent a sad plea for forgiveness to the mare he was about to kill, hoping she’d understand.
The walls around them were shaking heavily, and the plaster was cracked and falling in a nearly continuous rain of dust, coating everything a fine white. Vinyl snarled weakly as she was brought to a halt again, and with each second she was bleeding out more and more. She closed her eyes slowly, sniffling as her body grew colder from moment to moment. She flinched as her shield flickered, tears blinding her as she leaned into it with renewed, but pointless fury. Only a matter of time.
Tavi… I’m-
A blast louder than her shield suddenly shook the room, and the wave of magic assaulting her shield abruptly ceased. Looking up in surprise as the grinding agony against her magic relented, Vinyl froze, staring at an impossible sight. The massive oaken-and-steel doors had been blasted off their hinges and thrown down the hallway, crushing two unicorns into red smears on the stone floors, while their compatriots stared in absolute shock. Well, eight were. Two were frozen stock still, eyes slowly glassing over and changing to a soft purple.
What the…
Cestus felt the world fade from around him. All he could do was stare into the flaming eyes of the demon that had finally come for him. There was no terror to be had in that implacable gaze, only a tired feeling of relief. His body left his control as those eyes grew in his mind. Figured you’d come for me sooner or later… As his consciousness spiralled down into darkness. No one's had it coming more than me…
“Now, now, gentlecolts,” a familiar voice announced quietly, all warmth draining away from the room as the strange pony trotted passed the cracked and broken door frame, “Is this how you treat a lady? Tsk, tsk.”
While the other guards ponies had spun to face the mystery mare, the two with glowing eyes shifted quietly, faces blank and eyes unseeing. Horns alight they drew the swords hanging at their sides, taking a slow menacing step towards their comrades.
“Let’s see how you deal with a monster.” She hissed with contempt.
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Rarity had once despised conflict of any kind. She had been a peaceful pony, more likely to resolve a dispute with honeyed words, rather than to engage in frivolous violence. Tartarus, like many things, had changed that. Oh, had it. Grinning darkly, her swept back horns gleaming a brilliant plasma-blue, Rarity’s magic slashed into her opponents, one quick enough to shield, or try to, the dark blade of magic bisected the golden barrier along with the unicorn behind it. Her mind-slaves rammed their blades into two of their former allies, one dead instantly, the other letting out a wail of pain before he collapsed. A bolt of telekinetic force blasting one of her thralls into the wall with a sickening crunch.
The skirmish was madness, the magic of the guards flailing about as golden harmony magic ranged against demonic sorcery. The fallen thrall clambered woodenly back to his feet, scattering stunning bolts from his horn. The other held at bay behind a hasty force bubble until a stun bolt slammed into the head of the unicorn maintaining the shield. With their attention scattered in so many directions, none had any hope of countering the wave of violent azure energy that swept out from the approaching devil. Within seconds, the last of the defenders lay dead at her hooves; their former friends staggered upright, the elder hobbling on three legs, one foreleg pulped against the wall where he had been thrown. Silently, the two blank eyed guards moved to flank their mistress despite their injuries, despite being spattered in their former comrades’ blood.
The thrumming shield around the little mare- Vinyl Scratch, as Rarity quickly found in her mind- had finally faded, and she lay gasping for short, ineffectual breaths. Staring up at the devil with wide, disbelieving eyes. Vinyl Scratch. She knew that name! Rarity had hired Vinyl several times to perform for Sweetie Belle, and her roommate… Roommate! Oh dear…
Kneeling down, Rarity slowly peered into the wide eyes, and whirling mind, of Vinyl Scratch. Even as her fel magics began to repair the worst of the internal damage, shifting bone fragments from her lung, sealing and re-inflating the organ, she bent her focus on refining the chaotic jumble of thoughts and impressions within the injured mare’s head. Hate was… deeply entrenched in the poor thing’s mind. Images of herself strangling unicorn guards, of ripping out the noble’s spines… These had the tell-tale fuzz of fantasy. But one, sharp and clear and burned into her mind, was of a dozen Noble Guards, dragging a bloodied, beaten Octavia out of a door, still cursing and fighting them as she lay paralyzed by a stunning bolt. So much pain, so much anger… it was positively demonic. Rarity gave a small smile, gently digging just a little deeper.
“Ah, here we are,” she whispered, gently stroking the entranced unicorn’s ear.
More hatred, but tinged with a subtly different flavor, this one both more focussed and more generic at the same time. More fantasies still tinted pink with the all consuming haze of rage, but under it, a golden glow, these memories were cherished deeply. Vinyl Scratch, her horn sawn off, sitting among a group of little earth ponies and pegasi foals, playing music for them on a tiny turntable, while Octavia looked on, smiling. The pair of them in bed together, horn again sawn off, moans drifting up and filling the imaginary room. Standing together, old and weathered, as adult mares and stallions went through an ever-shifting series of life events. First flight. Marriage. Grandchildren… It was beautiful.
The virulent hatred for her own race was perhaps less so, but a far cry from a mewling, helpless victim. Given the choice of personal power or that glorious vision become manifest, this young mare would cut off not only her own horn, but the horns of every unicorn in existence to balance the world again. Resolve such as that, well… it deserved respect, and in this case, carefully administered assistance.
“Just stay here, little Vinyl,” Rarity whispered, forming a shield of her own around the blushing, sniffling unicorn, the deep emerald rune flaring beneath her as the glow of the shield embraced her, “I’ll get your Tavi for you.”
Winking down at the glassy eyed, slowly smiling Vinyl, Rarity got back to her hooves. “You two, quarter and search. Find me this one’s mate.”
Trotting resolutely down the hallway, her mind-slaves quickly moved before her her, blades held high in their magic as they moved with skilled ease to flank the first doorway. The younger checking for movement before rushing the room in deference to the elders injury which limited mobility. They were quite skilled, Rarity mused as she watched their professionalism, all their skills present and in use, even while their minds were locked away.
The interior of the manor was all but ransacked, paintings and statues missing from every corner and wall; Rarity was certain her troops would catch anypony trying to flee, and teleporting out of the city had been made impossible a little over an hour prior. Few guards remained to oppose the angry devil, and those that spotted her and her blank eyed escorts quickly surrendered, their capitulating minds enslaved to Rarity until she could hand them over to be corrupted by succubi. Until then, they swelled her retinue in methodically searching out every room and secret of the mansion. At several points, she came across family members or servants of the Horn family held at sword point by ‘her’ guards after their feeble barricades had been overcome. A quick sticky cantrip left them immobile: her troops deserved a treat, after all!
Deep in the bowels of the manor, practically hidden behind the expansive kitchen, was a large wooden door, barred from the outside- not that that mattered an iota to Rarity. With a single pulse of blue magic, the wooden door shattered inwards, wood spraying out, but avoiding the room’s single occupant. The charcoal grey earth pony mare was incredibly emaciated, her ribs and shoulders standing out as the fur and skin stretched over the bones. Tears flowed freely down her reddened eyes as she focused on the mare standing in the bright light of the hallway.
“P-please… please, V-vinyl…” Octavia whispered hoarsely, trembling as she pulled at the collar and chain holding her to the stone wall, “I-I heard h-her… please…”
Rarity’s eyes softened as she peered into the tortured mare’s mind, only to find an image of Vinyl Scratch, smiling and standing poised with a record in her hooves, superimposed over everything. Love for the mute, showy unicorn washing even terror and pain from her mind. Vinyl was Octavia’s everything, just as Octavia was for Vinyl. It was incredibly sweet, and nearly had Rarity tearing up. With a flick of her magic, the chain and collar disappeared in a poof of dust, and Rarity lifted Octavia into the air. To Rarity’s horror, however, Octavia’s hooves were a mess of twisted, poorly healed broken bones, not even wrapped.
“You poor thing,” she whispered quietly, muzzle twisting into a frown, “We can’t have this, oh no. Come… let’s get you and Vinyl home. I’m going to take very good care of you…” She kept the mare gently suspended as she retraced her steps, her two original converts her ever present escort through the depths of the massive house.
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Warmth surrounded Scootaloo; a liquid warmth in fact, she found as she slowly began to swish her tail. A… bath? It had been quite literally years since Scootaloo had been allowed to have a bath. The maids had just been allowed to use a shower room, and to actually get warm water… Had she done something right for once? Very suddenly, a set of very gentle hooves began to scrub away at her mane, and Scootaloo give a tiny cry, quivering at the pleasure that ripped through her body. Her mane and ears had always been especially sensitive. All those noogies that Rainbow Dash had give her, mmm…
“R-rainbow,” she mumbled sleepily, muzzle scrunching a bit as she remembered her honorary big sister, small tears pricking in her fuzzy eyes.
“What’s up, kid?”
Gasping raggedly at that oh-so familiar voice, Scootaloo tore her eyes open frantically, trying to lift a hoof to wipe at the grime. But she quickly found that her forehooves were gently bent behind her back, tied just beneath her wings.
Wha…
A soft, wet rag gently scrubbed her eyes clear, and Scootaloo was allowed to stare up at no other than Rainbow Dash; the older mare grinned widely down at the bound little pegasus, leaning down to gently kiss her wide-open, stunned little muzzle. The wide, powerful muscle battered down any small resistance Scootaloo muster up in her surprised state, and very soon she began to quiver and moan faintly, little tongue fluttering against Rainbow’s as she desperately tried to kiss her idol back. Fuzzily, Scootaloo felt a little flare of embarrassment, as she knew that this was her first kiss. Wait, no, that had been during… the battle? Oh geez…
“Just relax, Scoots,” Rainbow Dash whispered quietly as she finally pulled back, smiling warmly, “You’re safe. And we’re gonna make you scream.”
Giving Scootaloo a saucy wink, she darted in to nibble softly at the smaller pegasus’ right ear, shooting a bolt of pleasure down her spine. Scootaloo’s muzzle dropped open once more as a soft, warm knee gently pressed between her legs, the slick fur slowly rubbing against Scootaloo’s untouched little sex. With each little rub, her little flower flushed and engorged slightly, and soon tiny little moans and whimpers were filling the steamy bathing room.
Scootaloo’s mind was whirling. Dozens of late night fantasies from her teenage years were roaring to life in front of her, and her heart was tight with embarrassment and deep, unmatched joy. Was Rainbow Dash really… The older pegasus’ muzzle nibbled gently down to her neck, suckling at the skin and fur happily, while a hoof slowly traveled up her sleek belly. Flexing her wings out, Scootaloo let out a little cry, desperately attempting to display herself for Rainbow. Anything to show her admittedly stunned and shy feelings for her friend.
“R-rain- mmm!” Scootaloo mumbled, only to tense and squeal as a second muzzle gently buried itself in her wing’s down, an experienced tongue preening her messy feathers.
Rising over the confusion of who else was in the tub was a deep feeling of relief, and a hint of sadness. It had been absolutely ages since she had allowed somepony to preen her. Usually Scootaloo could do most of it herself, but having somepony else meant than all of her wings could be done. A large, very warm body gently molded to Scootaloo’s back, two hooves gently holding up her left wing, as the mystery pony and Rainbow happily preened Scootaloo. The little pegasus was a mess of nerves, and each gentle nibble and lick and tug left her squeaking and groaning, pussy opening and winking around the firm knee still rubbing against it. Just… just a little more…
The knee suddenly moved away, and both mares slid back from Scootaloo’s quivering wings. That glorious, wonderful edge she had been peeking on suddenly became a torment, and a whine came unbidden from her muzzle. Squirming as best as she could, Scootaloo desperately tried to some kind of purchase, some little bit of pleasure. Struck with an idea, she jerked her tail back- only to squeak and whine loudly as a magical force held it in place in the water. The younger pegasus peered pleadingly up at Dash, little snorts bobbing her head and chest;
Rainbow Dash gave her a sly little grin, leading down to kiss the tip of her muzzle.
“What is it, Scoots?” she whispered teasingly, ears perked and eyes bright.
“R-rainbow,” she managed shakily after a few moments, little chest bobbing with each heavy snort and breath, “I… p-please, m’so close…”
“Then you have to beg.”
Scootaloo squeaked softly, ears perking up in shock, just in time to be nibbled upon. That voice… Twilight? Twilight Sparkle l-liked her like this too? Face a deep pink, Scootaloo squirmed gently in the forelegs holding her close to a fuzzy, inferno-hot chest.
“I-I don’t… pl-please, let… l-let me cum?” she managed, voice tiny and embarrassed as she peered up at Rainbow Dash, “Like t-that?”
Chuckling quietly, Rainbow shot the smaller pegasus a sly little grin. “Try this. ‘Mistress, I am your pet, your slave.’”
Fire seemed to rush through Scootaloo’s nerves with each word, each warm breath washing over her ears from Twilight.
“‘Twilight Sparkle is my mistress,’” Rainbow continued, grinning down at her with lightly gleaming eyes, “‘May I please cum, my mistress?’ You can do it Scoots… just close your eyes, give in to her. We love you so much…”
A small whimper rose unbidden from the bound little pegasus, and her hips bucked gently in the water, sending out a splash around her.
“M-mistress,” she started, eyes widening a little at the power of the word, “Mistress, I-I… I am your p-pet, your s-slave.”
“Yes, you are,” Twilight whispered into her ear, power echoing through her voice and deep into Scootaloo’s brain, purple light flaring in the back of her eyes.
“T-twilight Sparkle, m-my mistress,” Scootaloo continued, trembling and panting softly, “M-may… may I p-please cum? Please?”
There was silence for a moment, and tears sprang to Scootaloo’s eyes quickly. Had she failed? Had she not asked politely enough? Had- A gentle hoof turned Scootaloo’s head to one side, and tilted her up, allowing a firm muzzle to press to her lips, a powerful tongue sliding past her lips immediately. The love and understanding of her mistress flowed into the shaken pegasus with all the grace of a tidal wave, and it felt just so good. Scootaloo’s soul sang in joy as her mistress kissed her pet and held her so tightly, magic lifting her lower body out of the tub, her hind legs gently parted to hook on the edge of the tub. With a soft splash, Rainbow Dash slid out of the water, grinning slyly.
Gently breaking the kiss, Twilight Sparkle turned Scootaloo’s head back down, her sharp teeth gently nibbling down her shoulder, “Watch.”
Gazing down in wide eyed shock, body flushing as she realized how much she was on display to a hungry predator, her untouched pussy drooling heavily with her sticky need. Rumbling quietly, Rainbow Dash trailed her hot tongue down Scootaloo’s inner thigh, teeth softly nipping at times, or lips firmly suckling on the sensitive skin. Every snort, every breath washed over her core, leaving her trembling. Finally, the barest tip of Rainbow’s tongue stroked over her snatch, and Scootaloo’s hips arched in welcome- only for her to jump and squeal as said tongue speared into her, muzzle forming a tight seal over her little cunt. Slurping, licking, lapping, somehow twirling her tongue inside- Dash was just as inventive and playful in pussy as she was in air.
Hitting like a sonic rainboom, the orgasm tore through Scootaloo’s mind, her eyes glowing a soft purple as she silently screamed, still hugged tightly to Twilight’s chest. It was like nothing she had ever, ever felt before in her young life, and it was this orgasm that spelled her full descent into her new life. A velvety nose rubbed firmly at the sensitive hood of her clit, peeling it back in time for Dash’s skilled tongue to tease and lap at it fiercely, sending Scootaloo into near hysterics. Legs bucking around her head, tail and wings flailing weakly, she squealed and screamed herself hoarse, orgasms tearing over and over through her body in one continuous stream.
Twilight, darting in like a snake, captured the shrieking pegasus in a firm kiss once more, dominating her mind and body as her other pet devoured her innocence and essence. She stroked her cheeks as her horns glowed brightly, keeping the writhing little mare conscious, even as Dash finally pulled back, muzzle glistening in marecum. The older mares locked eyes, both shining with love and lust, they were most certainly not done yet. Grinning over at the kissing pair, one smiling widely, the other a quivery, stunned mess, Dash giggled faintly, carefully picking up a gleaming, sapphire studded choker and slid it around her neck. The gems glowing softly for a moment, making the pegasus shudder as familiar magic invoked a familiar and wonderful change upon her.
“Yo, Scoots. Look.”
Allowed to pull back from Twilight’s dominating kiss, Scootaloo shakily turned to Dash, eyes slowly widening as more of her mind was quickly cracked. Rising up like a hungry, veiny cobra from Rainbow’s waist was a simply massive sheath to a stallionhood, twitching slightly in the hot, moist air of the bathroom. Supported by a pair of equally sizable testes, the dark blue sheath twitched and pulsed, the monster within most certainly having to be sizable. Carefully settled onto her knees in the shallow tub, Scootaloo squeaked, blushing as she got her balance once more. Her eyes still locked on her idol, reclining against the shallow end of the tub, legs spread as the hot water lapped gently at her heavy orbs.
“Go to her, sweetness,” Twilight whispered in her ear, giggling softly, “Show Dash how much you missed her.”
Gulping, the little pegasus hesitated for a moment, working out the mechanics of movement with her forelegs bound, before she shyly scooted forward on her folded hind legs, biting her lip self-consciously at how shaky she still was. The male package was enormous to Scootaloo’s mind, and she blushed hotly as she ended up between Dash’s spread legs, unsure of exactly what to do. She had never done this before, after all, and sexuality was not a topic up for discussion among the maids. Gently stroking her now-vibrant mane, Rainbow Dash gave Scootaloo a kind little smile, suddenly dragging her head down. Her velvety nose bumped softly into the heavy sack of her idol, and Scootaloo quickly drew in a surprised breath as she was held there, tenderly pressed to that wonderfully hot flesh. The deep, masculine scent was overpowering, and she let out a quiet moan as its heat rushed down her spine in a pleasant shock.
Slowly, shyly, her lips parted and Scootaloo’s tongue ventured out to slowly lap along the heavy, fleshy orb. Responding to the firm pressure against her head her lips sealed around one of the orbs, and she gave an experimental suckle, brightening at the pleased, proud coo from Rainbow Dash above her. Emboldened, Scootaloo happily suckled the impressive teste, humming softly as she bathed it with her tongue, before carefully switching to the other orb. The taste was unlike anything she had tried before, a deep musky, masculine taste that filled her tastebuds and overwhelmed her. The sheath above her began to ripple as a thick stallionhood began to emerge, pulsing with each soft moan and cry from Rainbow Dash.
Peeking up, Scootaloo gazed up at the mottled black and pink flesh in awe, eyes completely glazed over in her lust. Darting up, Scootaloo rubbed the dick with her soft cheeks, cooing softly herself before she began to lap along it. The heavy masculine taste and scent intensified the more aroused Dash came, further urging the younger pegasus on as she moaned softly against the side of that magnificent penis. Pressing soft blissful kisses to the exquisitely satin soft skin. With a soft splashing of water and a flash of purple light, Twilight pressed lightly against Scootaloo’s side, and another thick, gleaming rod slid along her silken cheek.
“Don’t forget your mistress, little one,” came Twilight’s voice, and there was a flicker of fear in Scootaloo’s heart.
No! I can’t disappoint her!
Sliding next to a giggling Rainbow Dash, Twilight grinned slyly down at their shy pet, her eyes wide as she gazed at the two cocks in front of her. Twilight’s was far girthier than Dash’s, and was a deep purple-pink. And her balls, hanging beneath that glorious cock, were massive, packed to the brim with baby batter. Staring at them in shock, Scootaloo was positive she could see them quivering with the amount held inside. Eager to please, she quickly darted forward, sloppily lathering kisses and licking every inch of their cocks, gentle whispers encouraging and teaching the little pegasus. What she lacked in skill, Scootaloo more than made up for it in sheer eagerness.
Very quickly, pre began to bead, then pour, down the twitching, pulsing dicks; with each lick, Scootaloo was assaulted by flavors that were adding to the weight cracking her mind. Her favourite drinks, the amazing foods and treats she had loved as a child… each lick and taste of their pre-cum was something different and amazing, and Scootaloo found she craved their essence more than anything. Their essence, their love, their affection… Whining in the back of her throat, Scootaloo speared Twilight’s thick cock into her throat… and blinked as no gag rose up. Giggling quietly, Twilight gripped the back of Scootaloo’s head, and began to firmly thrust in and out of her tight, helpless throat; her mane was twisted lightly around Dash’s own dick as she began to thrust in and out happily of the soft, clinging substance.
Being so helpless beneath the powerful mares was stunningly intoxicating, and Scootaloo felt her little flower begin to drool once more. The cock in her mouth was massive, stretching her throat and even leaving an indent in her throat and chest. And it was incredible. With each thrust and throb, her love for her mistress grew, and Scootaloo could only gurgle happily. A gentle hoof stroked one ear; the other was being used as a maturbatory aid, the fluffy texture perfect against Dash’s cock. Rather suddenly, Twilight yanked Scootaloo back roughly with a magical grip on her mane, making her squeal in surprise (and no small amount of lust from the pain), only to be silenced again by Dash’s furiously stuffing her throat-breaker into Scootaloo’s open maw. Where Twilight was firm and in control, Dash was frantic, eager, and utterly out of her mind, her balls slamming into Scootaloo’s muzzle with each thrust, leaving a meaty thwack. Scootaloo could die happy, right there, and her life would feel completed.
“I think our pet deserves a reward, Rainbow,” Twilight whispered, grinning devilishly down at Scootaloo, pumping at her thick cock with Scootaloo’s soaked tail.
“Oh yes, mistress,” Dash managed between heavy pants, grinning, “S-she’s a good little c-cocksucker. Do you want a reward, pet?”
All in all, Scootaloo could only gurgle in response, eyes wide and bright in joy, staring up at her betters. As one, the two larger mares leaned back, Dash’s cock sliding out of Scootaloo’s throat with a loud schlick just as the first spurt came roaring out, spraying over her nose and eyes.
“Tongue out!” Twilight snapped, grunting as she leaned forward; Scootaloo was frantic to obey, tongue hanging out eagerly for her reward, one eye already closed from the thick goo.
Each spurt from either mare was powerful and heavy, gooey cum splattering down heavily over Scootaloo’s face and across her tongue. Holding her cock over Scootaloo’s mouth, Dash made sure to fill her little mouth to the brim, again and again; the young pegasus swallowed as fast as she could, but cum inevitably over-flowed her chin and stained her chest wide. Twilight was more interested in utterly claiming her. Her eyes and ears were thickly coated in her pure essence, and a great many spurts coated Scootaloo’s now vibrant mane, which began to glow lightly with latent magic. Groaning deeply, both Dash and Twilight turned to allow the last of their loads to coat and drool over Scootaloo’s quivering, freshly-preened wings.
“Stay just like that, pet,” Twilight whispered, committing the image to her memory… while Dash snagged a camera from beside the tub, and began to capture every inch of their new pet in film.
Being such a good little pet, Scootaloo moved not an inch, mouth still wide open and filled with the last of Dash’s loads, though her cheeks heavily colored with each click of the camera. With a soft snicker and a flick of magic, Twilight gently closed Scootaloo’s muzzle and tied it down with a padded leather strap, turning her around and settling Scootaloo onto her broad chest.
Blinking up at her with shy eyes, Scootaloo mewed softly, but did not swallow; she would not, not till she was ordered. But as Dash slowly began to press down on Scootaloo’s back, what was happening set in, and Scootaloo gave a shy, gurgling mew… and eagerly spread her hind legs as wide as she could, tail lifting onto her back.
“Such a good pet,” Twilight cooed softly, kissing the tip of her cummy nose before lining herself up with magic, nodding to a beaming, excited Dash.
Twilight had no want to truly hurt her little pet, and her and Dash’s cocks were lined with enchantments. With a little spatial rearranging and lust magic, there would be no serious pain for Scootaloo on her first time, and she would easily be able to… accommodate them. Shifting carefully on Twilight’s chest, Scootaloo meeped quietly as Twilight gently raised Scootaloo’s head, their eyes locking. Her Mistress wanted to see Scootaloo’s expression as she and Dash claimed all of her. Body, mind, and soul.
Her eyes slowly began to widen, muzzle scrunching up around the load of cum stuffing her little muzzle as Twilight’s flat-headed cock began to spread her drooling pussy so-very wide. Both ears perked straight up as Dash playfully knocked on her back-door, only to begin sliding quite firmly, a little whine bubbling out of the little pegasus. But her eyes never left Twilight’s, and her Mistress smiled as her cock slid into her so-tight, clenching tunnel, cockhead resting a top her virginity. Deep in her soul, a teensy bit of harmony magic glimmered… and shattered as Twilight broke the seal with a deep, firm thrust, filling Scootaloo fully. The magic, sweet and terrible and wonderful, poured into the Archdevil, and she gave a delighted groan, watching happily as purple fire lit in the depths of Scootaloo’s eyes.
“My perfect little pet…”
A soulful squeal ripped loose from Scootaloo’s depths as her mistress filled her… only to squeal, and cum, again as Dash joined her, a firm thrust stuffing her guts full of wonderful cock. Never before had Scootaloo felt so wonderfully full, and for a split second, she vaguely wished there was a third pony to stuff her mouth and throat, and complete the trifecta. Ah well. Being fucked into oblivion by her Mistress and her idol would just have to do. And as the pair began to playfully saw in and out, setting themselves up at a pace meant to last hours, Scootaloo let her fears and concerns about everything drift away, lost in the feel and taste of her lovers.
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