Good ol' fashion hypnosis fun. Originally written as a green text on Sleepychan furry board, and turned into a story with permission from the author.
WARNING, WARNING: Contains SENSELESS PORN, EROTIC MIND CONTROL, INCEST, and RAPE. If you do not want to read a fic the contains these things please leave.
After being transported to Equestria, given the power to control minds, and turned into a pony. The man now called Blank Sheet decides to fuck the main six.
Originally written as a green text on Sleepychan furry board, and turned into a story with permission from the author. I have no regrets....
EDIT: I am in the process of looking for another person to convert this into a story.
Power outages don’t ordinarily improve a day that’s boring in the first place. Once in a while, though, they’re unexpectedly interesting. This is particularly true when they herald the appearance of perhaps the most interesting—in both the positive and negative senses of the word—entity imaginable. Needless to say, going from staring blankly at a computer screen to staring dumbly at Discord, god of chaos, is a huge change to one’s plans for the day—particularly when he’s as bored as you.
I’d been annoyed when the lights died and I heard my PC’s fan spin down. “The fuck now? Can’t you just work, you piece of—”
Suddenly realizing something was tapping at my head changed my focus in a hurry. Looking up to see Discord, a fictional character (I’d thought) floating overhead sent me recoiling backward, cursing further.
“The shit? Wha? What the fu—” Discord’s laughter and claw over my mouth cut off my profanity, but my eyes were still wide as saucers. He was touching me! He was REAL!
“Now, now, I’m quite certain this is indeed a momentous occasion for anyone living in such a boring world as this one. Sure, there’s chaos, but it’s all just violence! No magic, no real unpredictability—no FUN! How can you STAND it?”
Stunned out of my mind, it took me several seconds to even try to reply. I guess by then, though, Discord had decided he’d waited long enough, and moved on without me. Or with me, maybe—he’d sat me up, wrapped an arm around my shoulder, and was gesturing at some vision or something only he could see.
“My boy, you can’t! You can’t stand this boring, bland, blasé existence any longer, and I am here to fix that!”
“Wh—how?”
“Why, I’m glad you asked! I’d have told you whether you did or not, but still, I’m glad you asked! I was getting rather concerned that you weren’t capable of words after your little shock. So, I’ll tell you. You, I am going to send straight to Ponyville! As a stallion, naturally—sure, sure, seeing a human in their world would cause more than the usual amount of chaos, but it wouldn’t be very GOOD chaos. They’d know what was going on, more or less, and where’s the fun in that?
“No, you’re going as a stallion, and with a very special gift from yours truly: the power to do anything you like with those funny little Equestrian minds! One little tap on the noggin, and anyone you like is at your disposal! They’ll do what they’re told, believe what they’re told—the world is your oyster, my boy! Not this one, this one’s more like a spoiled prawn. Equestria! Ta-ta! Au revoir! Arrivederci!”
As suddenly as Discord had appeared, the floor under me vanished, and I was falling—through a sky that never should have been there. As I panicked, I saw Discord’s head poke through the hole in the air from which I’d come, with one last warning:
“Oh! Nearly forgot! How silly of me! You can only control them for a day!” He popped out of existence, appearing beside me. He was in free fall as well, but certainly much calmer about it than I. “One last thing: a favor for me. Cause some chaos, would you?”
With a grin, Discord pulled an umbrella from nowhere, stuffed the handle in my mouth, and vanished completely, leaving me to float slowly to the ground as I became the pony he’d promised I’d be.
Floating to the ground holding an umbrella in your teeth is unnerving enough. Looking down as you do, and seeing that landing in Everfree Forest is an inevitability only adds to the anxiety. By the time I reached the canopy, “nervous wreck” would’ve been an apt, if understated description for my state of mind. I took more relief than I care to admit in that stray gust of wind that pushed me into a tiny clearing—a clearing with a small, strangely adorned wooden hut.
I’d no sooner set down than a blue-eyed zebra stepped out of the hut, an empty basket held in her mouth. Zecora. Blinking in surprise, she set down the basket and walked over. My heart was still pounding in my chest and, well, I was a pony suddenly, damnit! She couldn’t have failed to notice my clueless condition if she tried.
“What, may I ask, has you in this state of dismay? It must be no small thing, to come all this way.”
Right. Rhyming. Of course. My mind raced trying to come up with something, anything plausible. “I… well, I, uh…” Okay, so I was going to need a little more time to come to terms with this whole situation. Luckily, Zecora assumed I needed help.
“It seems to me that your tongue is tied. Come into my hut; calm down inside.” Picking up her empty basket again, she turned to head back into her hut, obviously expecting me to follow.
I had just enough presence of mind to be grateful that she wasn’t asking more questions. Well… alright, I had just a bit more presence of mind than that: to my surprise, I also noticed that her hindquarters were a lot more “interesting” than I’d expected. Despite everything I’d just been through, I was already starting to get stiff! Had Discord altered my mind, as well as my body? I didn’t have any more time to think than that. Zecora was holding open the door of her hut, and jerked her head to indicate I should quit standing around.
Forcing myself out of my reverie, I followed her inside. As my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I noticed jars, vines, and bizarre fetishes everywhere. It was finally starting to sink in. Discord really had turned me into a pony, and he really had dropped me right into Equestria. Was everything he said true? Did he really give me powers? I realized I was staring at the room around me, and tried to recover myself as quickly as possible.
“Uh, s-sorry to intrude. I just, um…” Eloquent as always.
Zecora smiled reassuringly as she closed the door behind her and walked over. “At last, it seems your words are free. So, what is wrong, if you’d tell me?”
My mind flashed back to the image of Zecora’s tail swaying as she walked away from me just a moment ago. My sliver of arousal hadn’t diminished, and the memory only egged it on. The power Discord had given me could give me that. It could give me more! Before my conscience could kick in (or my fear of reprisal should Discord be lying), a hoof was up and bound for Zecora’s head.
Zecora blinked in surprise, and started to pull her head away, saying “And just what do you—” That was as far as she got. The breath for the rest of the sentence passed her lips as nothing more than a sigh, and her eyelids drooped as her gaze went unfocused. Holy. Shit.
My growing erection shot up in no time and my heartbeat, which had only just begun to slow, raced upward with it. I hurriedly moved around behind the spaced-out zebra, breathing raggedly from excitement. Hell, I had my forelegs up and was ready to go! At the last second though, it hit me. This would be wasting it. There was SO much more open to me now! Reluctantly, I forced my brain back into command, and lowered myself, walking back around in front of Zecora.
“Zecora, do you know how to make sex potions? One that would hugely increase my stamina, my fertility, and, uh… my output?” No harm aiming high, right? I had to go to a bit of effort to understand her response. The slurred speech of her trance made the rhyming a bit of a nuisance.
“I can ready such a brew, but there is a trouble or two. If the mix does more than keep you erect, there are awful side effects. A single taste of your seed would fill any mare with need.”
I blinked—this was better than I could’ve hoped for! “How long would the potion last?” Again, the mumbling was hard to make out. How was she even rhyming in a trance like this?
“The side effects? A day or two. But eternal is the effect on you.”
I thought my heart was going to explode in my chest, I was so excited. I’m sure the grin on my face must have been evil. “Make it.”
Without so much as a nod, Zecora set to work gathering various ingredients and tossing them into the cauldron in her hut. I tried not to look. No matter how much I anticipated that concoction, knowing just what I was about to drink was absolutely on my “do not want” list.
I had all the patience a kid made to wait for a present. Zecora took maybe half an hour, but I could’ve sworn days were passing. At last, she walked over with a corked bottle and set it in front of me. I grabbed it, but had one last afterthought. “Get rid of any extra where you won’t know what you’ve made, and forget you made it.”
In silence, Zecora moved to follow her orders. I moved to swallow the still-warm potion. The taste nearly gagged me, but I kept it down. No way was a drop of this going to waste. Waiting for Zecora to return from disposing of the excess was torture, but I consoled myself with the idea that I was letting the potion take effect. It certainly did—I was hard before, but now? I needed to fuck somepony, and quick.
Zecora returned just as I was about to give up and look elsewhere. I could barely contain myself long enough for one last bit of mischief before I mounted the blank-minded zebra. “Zecora, you’re super-sensitive sexually. The slightest stimulation, and you’re over the top. Understand?”
Zecora’s blue eyes bobbed as she nodded that she did in fact understand. “Wake up on my third thrust.” I moved behind Zecora again, but this time there would be no reprieve. I slid my full length into her, and trance or no trance, she shuddered and gasped. One, two, three…
“Aaaah! W-what is this that makes me shout?! Somepony’s moving in and ah! Out!”
Really, her ability to keep rhyming was nothing short of incredible. The feeling of her insides was no less so. She’d gotten wet in an instant, and though I’m sure she wasn’t trying, she was pushing back in perfect rhythm. Each thrust was a little rougher than the last, and each of her moans was a bit less controlled. She’d very obviously climaxed several times before I let loose. Her tongue hung from the side of her mouth, her pretty blue eyes were rolled well back, and the fluid from her sex was beginning to actually puddle.
At last, it was my turn. With one last thrust, I let loose, pumping load after load into Zecora until it began running out. She finally fell forward, and without her for balance, I slipped out well before I was done squirting. I almost had time, despite the orgasmic haze, to worry about just how much I was shooting, but finally it stopped, and I collapsed, looking at my handiwork.
Zecora was an absolute mess, coated almost nose to tail in cum. She wouldn’t be complaining for a while, though. When I’d started unloading in her, she’d shuddered harder than before, clamping down on my stallionhood so hard it had almost hurt. That last orgasm had done the pretty zebra in. She lay in seed, eyes unfocused, muttering in rhyme.
“Fffuck… suck… cock… sssock. Cum… dumb…”
I took my time recovering, and cleaned myself off with a bit of her mane that had escaped coating. Another look down at Zecora in this state, and I swear I could feel my moral fiber, whatever of it there was, rip.
“That’s a good zebra whore. Enjoy yourself. I've got some friends to collect."
Have you ever had a power high? A real one? Honestly, I don’t think most of us are lucky enough to feel that even once in their lives. When I stepped out of Zecora’s hut, I was positively shaking with excitement. Discord wasn’t kidding! Equestria absolutely was my oyster, and I was going to enjoy the hell out of it.
Looking around outside, I found a narrow, seldom used path from the clearing and started down it for what I assumed would be Ponyville, ideas racing through my mind with every step. The underbrush was no small nuisance, but I plowed ahead regardless—short of poison joke, no weeds underfoot were going to slow me down any.
“Who to do, who to do?” I asked myself, grinning ear to ear. Fluttershy’s cottage was right outside the forest, sure, but the skittish thing might be more trouble to touch than I could handle: she had wings, after all. Not to mention that rabbit—way smarter than a rodent ought to be. No, Fluttershy would take a little planning. As I mused on it, my next target became obvious. Outside of town, trusting and friendly enough to get close, AND likely to be working out of sight of other ponies. Applejack.
I redoubled my pace as I noticed the foliage thinning at the edge of the forest, only to be halted in my tracks by a frowning Draconequus.
“Not bad, but not really laughter worthy, was it? You certainly had your fun, and that annoying wanna-be poet zebra won’t know what hit her for who knows how long, but where was the scale? Where was the grandeur? Where was the chaos?”
I felt a sudden wave of panic. This was the absolute last creature in all of Equestria I wanted upset with me. He could take my power, send me back, or worse! As I opened my mouth to speak, though, Discord’s frown flipped and he began to cackle.
“Ah, your face! You should have seen it! Fantastic!” Discord took a moment, interrupted by his own laughter. “Well of course I don’t expect you to become a master of chaos overnight! Do you have any idea how long it took me?” Discord’s expression changed entirely again. Suddenly, he appeared thoughtful. “No? Well, neither do I. Oh well, who cares? Jokes aside—though you really should have seen your face—that wasn’t a bad start. Here, a little gift to commemorate your first attempt at chaos.”
With a snap of his claw, Discord produced an ordinary looking pocket watch and dropped it directly on my head. In spite of myself, I must’ve glared a bit, as he began cackling once more.
“Again! You should see—oh, here!” A mirror burst from the ground right in front of me, causing me to jump and, I’ll admit it, shriek like a filly. Discord’s laughter was uproarious. “Perfect! Oh, I hope you saw that! How utterly magnificent!”
Trying not to blush, I picked up the pocket watch that had fallen on my and gave it a look. It certainly didn’t seem special.
“Right! The watch. You didn’t have all the time in the world. Still don’t! You’ve got that much more now, though: that delightful little trinket will give you a bit of stopped time.”
Discord motioned as if he were pressing a button on the watch. “Click!” Thirty seconds to cause whatever trouble you like.” Twisting in the air as he flapped for altitude, he called down to me. “Have fun!” Without so much as a pop or puff of smoke, he was gone.
I dropped to my haunches, suddenly realizing just how stressful dealing with an insane, nearly all-powerful being was. Clearly I was going to have to think of bigger messes to make. With a sigh, I got back up and headed out of the forest, pocket watch worn around my neck.
That I had come out not far from the road past Sweet Apple Acres had been fortunate. Accurate navigation was certainly not going to be easy for me here; I’d take any dumb luck I could get. I got more than my share: as I trotted along the road, my excitement having rebuilt itself, I heard a grunt and a thump to my right, coming from the orchard. There she was, my first real target, shining a bit in the sun as sweat dampened her coat. Perfect.
I called out to her, giving my best friendly smile as I walked over. “Hello there! Don’t suppose you could tell me which way to Ponyville, could you? I know I’m on the right road, but my sense of direction is awful—I wandered off got turned around, and wasn’t sure if I needed to go right or left!”
The orange mare grinned and wiped at her brow with a foreleg. “Ya really must not be much o’ the outdoor type if ya get turned around that easy! From Manehatten? Canterlot, maybe? City slickers always do get themselves lost their first time out here.”
I blinked. How had I not thought this far ahead? Of course I’d need a background! Well, if Applejack was going to provide it, the least I could do is oblige. “Got it in one! I’m down from Manehatten, looking for someplace quieter. I’m not originally from there—managed not to pick up that awful accent.” Another grin, from each of us. She’d bought it. I glanced back at my flank as briefly as I could, checking my cutie mark for the first time. A blank sheet of paper with a quill ready to write. Nice, Discord, subtle. “I’m Blank Sheet.”
“Well, nice ta meetcha, and welcome to Ponyville! I’m Applejack, and this here is Sweet Apple Acres, finest orchard you ever will see.”
I looked around and had to admit, these apples looked a hell of a lot better than any I’d ever seen. “I believe it! These apples are huge. Do you work here?”
Applejack’s chest puffed with pride. “Work here? Why Sweet Apple Acres has been in the Apple family for as long as there’s been a Ponyville! Place practically grew up around us and our apples!”
I nodded and played along, but I knew where this was going, and she didn’t. I was starting to get hard thinking about it, and needed to seal the deal. I looked at the tree next to her, branches heavy with fruit, and inspiration struck. “If you own this place, I imagine you must be pretty good at applebucking. Think you can clear that tree in five minutes?”
Applejack’s competitive side kicked right in as expected. “Ah don’t mean ta toot mah own horn, but that’s not half a challenge.”
I grinned. The bait was set; now I just needed her to bite. “Bet you can’t.”
Applejack frowned. For a moment I was afraid I’d blown it and would have to give up the little game. “Now, you’re new here in town, so I reckon you don’t know what you’re gettin’ yerself into, but ah I just can’t take that bet. Wouldn’t be fair.”
Nope, game on. I kept my smile friendly—I wanted to play the sucker, not the pest. “Really? I think you just don’t want to lose to the new guy. I’ll bet you… well, I’ve got no bits on me. I’ll bet you a favor.”
That got her attention. Applejack moved toward the tree, half stomping, and took her position. “New or not, now ya done it. Get that watch o’ yers ready, ‘cause here I go!”
I waited just long enough for Applejack’s legs to be mid-kick, and used the watch. You’d think what had gone on in Zecora’s hut would’ve prepared me for anything, but no, I was stunned all over again to see Applejack’s body freeze, sun glistening in the same spot for second after second. At the last moment, I remembered my plan and pushed her hooves to the side, quickly retaking my place as time started again, and Applejack’s hooves slipped right of the tree.
Luckily for me, Applejack’s consternation kept her from noticing my excited tension. “Now how’d ah miss?” She wound up another kick, and I stopped time again, this time not only ruining her aim, but giving her nether lips a bit of attention before returning to my position. Silently, I prayed that the five minutes would be up before my growing shaft caught her eye.
Another kick, another miss, and a little more rubbing. Toward the end of the five minutes, I even added a bit of licking—why not stack the deck? Eventually the time ran out, and I called an end to the farce.
“What in tarnation? Somethin’s screwy here, but ah can’t rightly say what… well, nopony likes a sore loser. What’s this favor?”
With blood thumping in my ears and elsewhere, I drew one hind leg aside, exposing an erection I can’t believe Applejack hadn’t already noticed. Despite my “tender ministrations,” she objected.
“W-whoah nelly! Ah’m afraid that’s goin’ a fair bit beyond our little bet!” Despite her protest, though, her eyes stayed right where I wanted them. Perhaps the teasing had done its job after all.
“You sure? You look a bit piqued yourself. Could just be from the workout, of course.” I acted like I was nonchalantly checking the time, and froze it again, slipping behind Applejack to put nearly the whole thirty seconds to use. She was wet before I’d gotten there. Time picked up again a moment after I retook my place.
Applejack bit down on her lip for a moment, then finally sighed. “Fine. C’mere.” Flushed with more than just embarrassment, the muscled farm pony took hold of my ear, dragging me behind the cart for which her apples had been destined. A firm push put me on the ground, as she turned to face my rigid member. I grinned. Applejack, through and through. My grin changed to an expression of surprise, however, as she lowered her hindquarters to my muzzle.
Her voice was more than a little breathy as she mustered the most commanding tone she could. “Ah’ll be a good sport, but only if you’ll do the same.”
Well, why the hell not? I’d already been licking after all, not that she knew about it. “Yes ma’am,” I replied. I’m still not sure I kept the sarcasm out of my voice, but if I didn’t, she didn’t notice, or didn’t care. I began to lick, and immediately a gasp came from above.
“Ahh… it’s been a while…” Applejack lowered her mouth to my dick and began to lick. Surprisingly gently, considering how she’d pushed me down. Gentle or not, though, her tongue was nothing short of fantastic. Each long, slow stroke earned a moan from me, and I began to shudder a bit as I worked, lapping at her juices from below. Her scent was strong, between the sweat and drippings. Not horribly pleasant, but at the time, it turned me on beyond belief. I pushed my tongue deep suddenly, and the now trembling mare cried out.
“L-ike that! Jus’… just like that!”
Those were the last words I heard from her. The effects of Zecora’s potion on my pre-cum seemed to be taking their toll on Applejack. Twisting as little as possible, I looked up and saw that her expression had gotten a little distant, despite my cock sinking farther into her throat than I’d have imagined possible. The change in her method did me in, but under the effects of my pre-cum, she didn’t even try to recoil. I shot rope after rope directly down her throat, and she just took it right in. Even through the bliss of my orgasm, I was astonished by what she was accomplishing.
I was astonished, and oh so delighted. With that much of my semen down her throat, it was all over for the farm pony: her thoughts seemed to have just melted to a haze of pleasure and breeding instinct. If not for my end of Zecora’s brew’s effects, I don’t know how I’d have survived the next half hour. I didn’t go soft, and Applejack’s powerful body made use of my cock in positions I’d never imagined a pony could use, over and over, alternately pleading and just taking what she wanted.
Eventually, she ended up leaned over the apple cart, panting, and I noticed a rope inside. This had been a moment for history, but I had other fish to fry, and other ponies to poke. Applejack assumed she was being muzzled and tied to the cart for another round. I didn’t disappoint her, and mounted as forcefully as I could manage after all that had come before, shoving myself to the hilt on the first stroke. Pumping as roughly as possible, while the addle-minded mare beneath twitched and moaned, I let out one last, large load, filling her and more.
At last, I pulled out, and walked around to her front carrying an object Applejack’s worn out, orgasm fried mind needed several seconds to identify: her hat, filled with all the juices that had dripped from the two of us in that last round. When it finally sank in, I turned it over, placing it right where it belonged. She must truly have been fucked out of her mind: as the mess ran through her blonde hair and between her eyes, all she did was smile obscenely, twitch one last time with an orgasmic aftershock, and go limp in her binds.
I set out toward Ponyville again, grinning like a kid in a candy shop. One down, five to go. And then some.
I was of two minds as I continued down the road to Ponyville. On one side, this was the most amazing thing to ever happen to me, and aside from the occasional pang of conscience (more and more easily ignored, I found), I was having the time of my life—and I was just getting started. On the other hand, I absolutely did not want Discord popping up again like last time and not kidding. I needed to cause some chaos.
The best source of chaos in Ponyville, and other than Discord himself, likely all of Equestria, is of course Pinkie Pie. Catching her alone would be the hard part: it’s almost difficult to imagine that mare isolating herself long enough to sleep; catching her alone at midday would be no small feat.
As I crossed a bridge and entered town, I looked around unable to help but smile. It really was Ponyville, just as I’d imagined it. The fun I would have here would be beyond my imagination, I was certain of it.
While I was standing there surveying the small, busy town, I heard a buzzing. I dismissed it as some insect, and twitched an ear to try to scare it away, but the noise only got louder. Finally distracted from looking at the ponies moving from place to place ahead, I looked in the direction of the sound, seeing three fillies coming on fast—one on a scooter, and two in a wagon behind. I smiled—recognizing ponies just never got old.
What I should have done, however, was move. At the last second, Sweetie Belle realized I wasn’t about to, and yelled to Scootaloo. “Look out!”
She did, just in time to scream as the trio plowed right into my side, sending all four of us to the ground. I groaned as I sat up. All three fillies were shaking their heads and rubbing minor hurts until Apple Bloom blinked and remembered something. “Oh yeah! Hey, are you all right mister?”
I suppressed a sarcastic “Thanks for asking,” opting instead to just nod as I pushed myself back onto all four hooves. I nearly fell back down again as Discord’s disembodied voice rang in my head. His sarcasm was almost palpable.
“My, my, finally made it to town, and trampled beneath the hooves of little fillies. I’m glad to see I chose someone so capable. You’re going to need all the help you can get, aren’t you?” The voice sighed, exasperated. “Fine, you can now choose to have a pony you control control one more pony for you. But only one! And no more presents until you earn them! Honestly, watching you is as exciting as watching bread rise in the ov—my pumpernickel! It’s burning!”
The voice was gone. I must have had my very best “what” expression on my face, as the fillies all looked very concerned for me.
Scootaloo looked up at me doubtfully. “Uh… are you sure you’re okay?”
Figuring out just why Discord would bake was going to have to wait. I shook my head as if clearing it, and made a show of smiling reassuringly, despite the pain in my side. “I’m fine, just a little dazed."
Apparently relieved to hear me speak, Sweetie Belle stepped forward, the tiny curls in her mane and tail bobbing slightly. “Hi! We’re the Cutie Mark Crusaders!”
Next to her, Apple Bloom nodded as if confirming her friend’s greeting before adding her own. “Hi! What’s yer name? Are you new ‘round here?”
I smiled and nodded, pondering opportunities. Sure, I was becoming a real bastard, but I wasn’t so far gone yet that I’d take advantage of these three. On some level, I was a little reassured by that. That didn’t mean I couldn’t use them for a little chaos of a lighter nature though, did it?
“I’m Blank Sheet. Nice to meet you, girls!”
Though I hardly needed it, each of the girls stepped forward and introduced herself, with adorable pride.
“I’m Scootaloo!”
“I’m Sweetie Belle!”
“I’m Apple Bloom!”
Suddenly they were shouting. “And we’re, THE CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS!”
“…wait, I already told him that.”
“Who cares? We have to do the intro like always.”
“Even if they already know?”
I bit back a smile. Nope. Not hurting these three. Suddenly, though, I remembered Discord’s voice, and what he’d said he’d given me. “Hey, do you three want to see a trick?”
Sweetie Belle nodded, sending her curls bouncing again. “Sure! What is it?”
Taking a seat in front of them, I gestured, sweeping a hoof in an arc, pointing at each in turn. “I can make anypony do anything!”
“Pfft. That’s impossible.”
Alright, maybe I wanted to hurt Scootaloo, just a bit. I denied myself that small pleasure and gestured for Apple Bloom to come over. As trusting as her big sis, The red-maned filly trotted right up, and got a hoof pressed against her forehead.
“Is it?” I’d earned a little smugness, I think. They had run me over just moments before.
Apple Bloom’s eyes had gone blank, and her expression slack. Scootaloo suddenly seemed a bit nervous, but Sweetie Belle, naive as ever, just looked curious. I needed to test what Discord had given me, and this seemed as good a chance as any.
“Go hypnotize Scootaloo, Apple Bloom.”
Expressionlessly, Apple Bloom poked her friend in the head, and Scootaloo’s gaze grew distant and her jaw slack. Sweetie Belle, the lone unaffected filly, just looked at me in astonishment.
“That’s so cool!”
In spite of myself, I wanted to give Sweetie a little present. So it was a present that’d probably cause trouble; at least she’d have fun for a while.
“Sweetie Belle, for being such a good sport, they’re all yours. Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, do as Sweetie says until she says otherwise.”
Beaming, Sweetie positively bounced toward me. “Really? They’ll do whatever I say?”
I just nodded, wondering what sort of havoc this would cause, without my so much as lifting a hoof.
Bouncing around her rather blank friends, Sweetie Belle excitedly told them, “Follow me!” and took off like a shot with them in tow, the wagon and scooter forgotten in their wake.
I smiled and shook my head. Maybe once in a while playing with my powers without getting any was worth it too. Still, onward—Pinkie Pie was waiting somewhere, whether she knew it or not, and I was already certain she wouldn’t get off so easily.
Dealing with the Cutie Mark Crusaders was one thing, but the plan I was hatching for Pinkie Pie? No, better if nopony saw me anywhere near her beforehand. If it went as I hoped, there’d be chaos to spare, and I didn’t particularly want to be fingered. After scooting from tree to barrel to lamppost like an idiot (and attracting more than one perplexed glance), I realized I had exactly what I needed to make this completely trivial: The pocket watch.
With time frozen, I bolted from place to place, keeping well out of sight for the last stretch of my trip. Finally standing across the street from my goal, I froze time once more and bolted—straight in and up the stairs, taking a hiding place behind a dresser as time began to pass once more. Recognizing Pinkie’s room wasn’t hard—that high pitched voice was unmistakable.
“You’re such a good listener, Gummy! Not like Rarity. I mean, don’t get me wrong, Rarity’s great, but she won’t even let me talk for ten minutes! Always busy, busy, busy! She’s lotsa fun, but how can anypony worry so much? There are WAY too many fun things to do to waste time worrying!”
I barely managed not to laugh and risk giving myself away. Yep, lots of fun indeed, Pinkie, and you don’t know the half of it! I stopped time once more and rushed into Pinkie’s room, pressing a hoof against her head from behind. When time restarted, she slipped right into my control. Whispering in her ear to avoid being heard from downstairs, I told her to count to five, then wake and walk behind Sugarcube Corner, as if she just wanted some air. I hauled ass—plot? Whatever.
I hauled it for the back door, getting outside just in time to hear the sounds of life coming from the front, and made a mental note not to cut it so close in the future. Hiding behind a delivery that hadn’t yet been brought in, I waited. It wasn’t long before the back door opened again, and Pinkie appeared, bouncing like a ball. Before she could notice me, I rushed her, and put her back under.
If I was to fully enjoy the opportunities I’d been given, I needed distractions. It was perfect, really. My benefactor wanted chaos, and I could deliver while ensuring the heat stayed off me. So I wouldn’t get Pinkie personally. Sometimes you sacrifice a pawn to get something more valuable. I’d live.
“Pinkie, when you wake up, you’re going to have the biggest craving for sweets you’ve had in your entire life. You’ll long for a sweet any kind at all. Whatever sweets you find, though, are special. Each sweet you have makes you hornier and hornier—and just a single one is enough that you’ll have to fuck somepony—anypony—for relief. Understand?”
Pinkie nodded absently, and I grinned as I felt my own excitement (among other things) steadily growing. “Good girl. Count to ten, then wake up.” As Pinkie counted, I slipped back into hiding and listened to her strangely dull voice.
“Eight… nine… ten.”
From my hiding spot, I could just barely see Pinkie’s expression. After a quick shake of her head, the pink pony’s eyes bulged, and she vanished with a scream, leaving a pink blur behind as she ran. There was no way I was going to miss this. I did keep to the shadows of Sugarcube Corner, but risked being seen to get far enough to watch the results of my handiwork.
No sooner had I gotten into a spot from which I could see than Pinkie reached into a nearby tree, pulling out dozens of cupcakes. I blinked in amazement at the sheer number and gasped as she managed to stuff them all into her mouth, in a single gulp.
I gasped, quickly clapping a hoof over my mouth as I remembered I was trying to avoid notice, but my eyes remained locked on Pinkie the whole time. At first, I wondered if nothing was going to happen. The manic mare actually seemed tremendously relieved, even letting out a sigh as I watched the tension noticeably drain from her body. But then it started.
“Woah! Pinkie sense! Ear flop… tail twitch… leg spread? Huh! That’s a new one! I wonder what that means!” Suddenly, her ears laid back, and she bit nervously at a hoof. She didn’t wonder anymore. “Ohhh.”
It’s a strange thing to see a pony like Pinkie make bedroom eyes, but not only did she, it was the most lust-filled gaze I’ve ever seen. The look on her face as she gazed at every pony in the street was enough to get me hard. For a moment, I considered whether or not my plan had backfired on me, but then I noticed it: I wasn’t the only one. Almost as one, stallions who caught Pinkie licking her lips in raw heat began to get hard. Even mares crossing the street stopped in their tracks, too aroused to just keep going. To this day, I don’t know why it happened the way it did. Maybe Discord decided to up the ante. Maybe it was just Pinkie being Pinkie in a whole new way. Whatever it was, nopony who saw her was unaffected.
Eventually, Pinkie seemed to snap, going from biting her lip to a frustrated scream. “MMMMMMMMMAUGH! Take me! Somepony! Anypony! Take me take me take me!”
As I watched from hiding, Pinkie bounded across the area at impossible speed, protruding from windows, flower pots, and under rocks—anything that got her near enough to another pony to frantically plead for sexual release. I swear that I saw in in three places at once, and resolved to be extremely careful with her in the future—if things got out of hand, who knows if I could touch her? Who knows if it would work?
Finally, Pinkie stopped moving in the middle of everypony, flopping onto her back, legs spread, on the verge of tears. “Taaaake me!”
At once, stallions and mares alike rushed Pinkie, jockeying for position as if it were a championship race. Those too far back mounted other mares, who were none too reluctant oblige. I managed, narrowly, to retain my control as the street turned into one great orgy. Mares on their backs moaned and wrapped their forelegs around stallions whose names they may not even have known. Stallions thrust, stretching mares’ holes wide, despite their wives standing nearby. Wives licked the shafts of whoever was nearest or the gashes of other nearby mares, and sons and daughters had their first experiences with whomever was in reach. Pinkie herself, when I caught glances of her between some other stallion’s rough bucking of a much older mare, seemed ecstatic—she’d somehow fit two dicks into herself on which she bounced frantically, stallions on their backs. I might have heard a high pitched “Wheee!” but really, it was a bit of a blur.
The moaning must’ve carried blocks, and the scent of sex filled the air all around. Knowing why all this was happening had saved me from rushing in myself, but I was rock hard, breathing heavily, and looking for release too. I couldn’t hold out long.
Luckily, holding out wasn’t necessary—on the sidelines, I spied a pair of mares without partners, frantically masturbating instead. I had no idea who they were, but at that point, I didn’t care; I was almost as horny as Pinkie.
Abusing my time-halting privileges yet again, I rushed over, tapped the first mare’s head, and without waiting for time to restart, ordered her over to my hiding spot. I repeated the process for the second, and rushed back to the shadows myself. It wasn’t long before the two entranced mares came over themselves, blank-eyed, but still dripping.
I forced myself not to simply jump the nearest. Though I was increasingly desperate, I absolutely wanted to make the best of this, and sized up what I had. Both were earth ponies, one with a light blue coat and yellow mane, the other purple with a darker blue mane. Over their shoulders, I saw one pony prick after another, sliding in and out of moaning mares. I knew what I wanted, and thinking about it left me even more short of breath.
Turning to the light blue mare, I said, “When you wake up, my stallionhood will be the most amazing, glorious thing in existence. Just the thought of it sends waves of arousal through you. It goes beyond sex: you want to worship it, please it utterly, and all you hope for in return is to be covered with semen for a job well done. The more you give it, the hornier you’ll get, and when the release finally comes, your orgasm will be beyond anything you’ve ever experienced in your life. Understand?”
She nodded emotionlessly. I almost—almost—felt bad for the next mare. I hadn’t properly cleaned up since I started this. It was overdue.
To the purple mare, I said, “When you wake up, you’re going to be absolutely obsessed with cleanliness. The slightest trace of mess on any of us is more than you can take, but the idea of leaving it long enough to get cleaning supplies is equally unbearable. The only option is your tongue. As you lick, each time you move your tongue, you’ll feel a stallion thrusting inside of you. No amount of licking will get you off, though, until we’re all clean. Then you come. Understand?
The purple mare nodded too. “Good girls. Wake up.”
Both mares blinked for a moment, but couldn’t help seeing me. Purple moved first. “Ugh! Where have you been? What a me-eth!” Already her speech was muffled as she began licking at my neck. From time to time, her lips came into play when she felt it necessary to get something out of my fur. My short breath became even more ragged. This felt amazing, neck or not! I wondered idly where she’d learned to use her tongue like that, but only for a moment. Blue had quit staring.
At first she just reached out as if afraid to touch. I sat down so she wouldn’t have to crawl beneath me, eliciting a frustrated sigh from Purple as she moved to keep cleaning. Another second or two, and Blue had overcome her awe enough to reach out and incredibly gently stroke my erection. Her eyes were wide, and her jaw slightly agape with wonder at what lay before her. I thought my ego was getting big before, but having a mare reacting like my dick was sacred to her inflated it further.
As Purple moved up to lick my ears, Blue began to move closer. I’d expected her to start licking, or maybe try to awkwardly mount my shaft, but she surprised me. She actually embraced it, and began to kiss it tenderly. Up and down she kissed, putting her tongue to use each time, even attempting to gently push her tongue into the tip. I had to lean back and support myself with my forelegs; this was too much.
Purple moved around a bit and began licking at my muzzle and rocking her hips, as blue continued her perverse sacrament, kissing all the way down to my nuts. Gently, she lifted them with her hooves, and began to rub her muzzle against the balls. I was beginning to wonder if I would pass out from the pleasure when she began to moan with arousal.
After a few moments of this, she sat back up, and mounted my cock, but not how I’d imagined. She more or less wrapped her whole body around it, and began to shift up and down, stimulating the entire shaft at once. The wetness from her mouth provided enough lubrication, and her teats… a pony’s teats may be small, but they’re as soft as any other kind. Those rubbing just above my scrotum as Purple started long, slow licks across my chest sent me over the top, and I burst.
Blue immediately aimed it for her face, her mane, her chest in some unholy baptism. She trembled, shook, and screamed in ecstasy, and I had to look past her to be sure nopony had heard over the din of the orgy. Despite her state, when the seed stopped flowing, she began humping my shaft like a confused dog on a leg, panting and moaning as she did.
Purple was being fucked so hard by a stallion that wasn’t even there that her licking had become slightly erratic, but she was no less determined. When I blew my load, getting it on all three of us, she let out a frustrated grunt, and started “spot cleaning” to get it up as quickly as possible. It didn’t take long before I saw the effects of Zecora’s brew in her eyes, but her need to clean and the imaginary stallion ramming her kept her from mounting me as Applejack had.
As for me, I was barely holding on. My orgasmic haze had gotten so dense that at that point, if anypony had caught us, I wouldn’t have thought to flee or use my power. I remained leaned back as Blue continued to hump, smearing seed all over herself and my shaft. Minutes of this were all it took for me to shoot again, courtesy of Zecora’s potion, and again Blue aimed. Her upper half was already coated, so this time she aimed at her stomach, legs, and squirted a liberal amount all over her already soaked pussy.
I was sure she’d be finished, and no doubt Purple wished she were, but no. When her second orgasm finished, Blue frantically began to kiss and lick my shaft herself, finally ingesting some of my cum. The effect on her was visible, but like Purple, she had more important things to do, and continued her cock worship, with her mouth, body, and one hoof while she frantically masturbated with the other. All three of us were panting, but only Purple spoke, periodically complaining about how she had just cleaned that, for Celestia’s sake, and couldn’t we give her a break? No. No, Purple, we could not.
I began to buck a bit, rubbing against Blue’s torso as she continued, which Blue seemed to interpret as a blessing from her new god, and which Purple took as a sign that if she didn’t speed up, she would never finish. Though she’d been clopping with both hooves and leaning against cleaner parts of me for support, Purple began to use one hoof to scoop the mess into her mouth, swallowing as quickly as she could.
Having already come twice, even with Zecora’s brew in me, the third came slower, and in eagerness to think of some new carnal, corporeal hymn, Blue wrapped her tail around my shaft and began rubbing with that. I was floored by sensations all over again, and began moaning senselessly myself.
The delay was enough for Purple to finally get caught up, and with effort, she made clear to me that I should stand for her. I obliged, though I had to lean against a wall to do it, and to my astonishment and delight, she began to clean my ass. Not even my anus was spared in her quest to get me squeaky clean. Blue had moved underneath after all, and was back to rubbing her face on my dick as she clopped, moaned and panted. Finally, I came for a third time, and Blue moved to take it all over her back.
Purple seemed ready to scream in frustration, both at her Sisyphean task and frustration that she had yet to come, while Blue finally lay spent in a puddle of semen, still absently rubbing the length of my shaft with a hoof. All had to be clean though, frustrating or not, and both mares ended up beneath me, one licking and the other rubbing, hoping for a fourth sign from god.
Finally, the poor purple mare managed to catch up, and began cleaning Blue. By this point, her stomach had begun to bulge with all she’d swallowed, but she kept going, whimpering now at the imaginary fucking she was taking and not getting relief out of. I just lay back and enjoyed the scene of two pretty mares acting obscenely. At last, Purple licked final globs of my cum from Blue’s teats, and got what she was after. The orgasm knocked her from her knees, where she’d been finishing up, to the ground, collapsing on top of my supplicant as she screamed and twitched, all four of her legs akimbo, but rigid as poles.
I wasn't sure they’d even be able to hear me in their states, but before I stood, I tapped each on the head. “Forget what you've done here, and fall asleep.” Soft snores confirmed that even in their state, they’d heard.
After what must’ve been hours, I looked out into the scene beyond my hiding place. Fluids were everywhere. Ponies were everywhere. And Pinkie? Entirely white, in the middle, with a goofy grin on her otherwise vacant expression.
The problem with chaos is that while it makes a great distraction, once the moment passes, questions get asked. Questions like, “Why is a stretch of the road covered in disgusting fluids and worn out ponies?” As the answer to that question, drawing any real attention to myself right then would have been an awful idea. Cutie Mark Crusader level awful. Twilight and the rest of her friends were just going to have to wait. It was time for a detour. And… a snack.
Coming out of hiding at last, I walked back around Sugarcube Corner to the front door and pushed. Locked, with the “closed” sign in place. I couldn’t help but grin, assuming they’d closed shop to keep the orgy outside. Undeterred, I raised a hoof and knocked.
After a couple of knocks, Mr. Cake came to the door, opening it only partially, offering a nervous, apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, but we—” I knocked again, and that was as far as he got. Oops. Now how did I mistake his head for the door?
“Hypnotize your wife and let me in.” His gaze fixed, Mr. Cake turned away from me, coming back a moment later to open the door. I stepped in.
When I was inside earlier, I hadn’t had time to look around. I fixed that this time, scanning the stock on display for anything particularly attractive. Settling on a nice looking slice of yellow cake, I munched as I ordered my newest friend to follow me into the kitchen. Mrs. Cake was standing there idly, just as I expected her to be.
The one thing going for me that I knew the least about was Zecora’s potion. The effect my spunk had on mares was obvious enough, but what were the limits? Just how powerful was it on its own? I stifled a grin as another question occurred to me: would it still work if it were baked?
“Both of you, go get jars. A bunch of them.” Mr. and Mrs. Cake milled around the kitchen for a few minutes placing jar after jar on a counter. With no more room on for them, I had them stop, and sent Mr. Cake upstairs. He certainly wasn’t going to be needed for part two.
“Mrs. Cake, you’re going to start jerking me off, right into these jars. Fill them all up, and seal them.” Mischievous excitement and simple curiosity ran through my mind, and before Mrs. Cake could lay a hoof on me, I was starting to harden yet again. Just what were the limits of Zecora’s potion?
Mrs. Cake emotionlessly positioned a jar and began to rub my member, and suddenly the limits of Zecora’s brew became a lot more clear—I hadn’t noticed it in the excitement, but holy shit was I sore! That potion might keep me running, but it wasn’t doing a thing about overuse! Wincing, I told Mrs. Cake to be more gentle, and had her continue. Sore or not, the idea of mares cluelessly taking a bite of my seed and ending up practically in heat was too much for me to let slide. And honestly, I was curious if it’d do anything to a stallion, but wasn’t about to find out the “traditional” way.
Obediently, Mrs. Cake had eased up on her rubbing, and while it was still painful, it wasn’t more than I could take, and I was getting there. I tried to focus on Mrs. Cake, to build arousal a little and speed things up, but… what the hell was with that mane? No matter where I looked, the idea of Mrs. Cake did nothing to build arousal at all. Finally I just closed my eyes and thought of an compliant, domesticated Rarity doing the jerking. Maybe in a maid outfit.
Ah, there it went. As I felt the sudden tension that meant release was imminent, I sighed in relief that the pain of my oversensitive dick being handled was about to end—and then I screamed in pain as Mrs. Cake quickly clapped a jar over the end, smashing my flare in to avoid a mess. It was nothing but a spigot to her!
I reached forward to stop her, but with my enhanced status, so to speak, the first jar was full in no time, and a second was shoved on in its place, sending me reeling again. I was just about to yell “Stop!” when jars were changed again, interrupting me mid-word. Biting a hoof, I resigned myself to the torture, and bounced between trying to imagine the effects of the treats these would make, and wondering if this agony was some kind of karma. To this day, pickle jars make me uncomfortable.
At long last, I stopped, with only a couple of jars to spare. Going into this plan, I’d imagined I’d have Mrs. Cake find more. I opted out of that, and just had her seal what was there, relieved that the ordeal was over. Taking to my hooves again at last, I told Mrs. Cake to bring her husband back down. When they returned, I gave them their instructions, feeling dramatically less like a badass than usual, probably thanks to the tears still in the corners of my eyes.
“These ten jars are a new secret ingredient Pinkie made. You’re going to put them in every single thing you bake, until it runs out. Understood?” The Cakes nodded blankly, but I didn’t get my usual kick out of it—I was just too sore. I noticed a few spots of my semen that had gotten on Mrs. Cake’s body and face as she worked. Pain or not, no reason not to give Mr. Cake some payment for my snack earlier. Sugarcube corner was closed for the day anyway.
“Mrs. Cake, lick up any of that ‘ingredient’ that got on you—it’s delicious; you’re eager to see how your customers like it. Once you’re clean, count to ten, then both of you wake up.” As the Cakes started counting, I froze time so I wouldn’t need to run, and hobbled out the back. This was going to require something for the chafing. Fortunately, the hospital had sent staff to tend to various ponies who’d overdone it in the orgy outside. Finding my way to Ponyville General Hospital was as simple as following them.
The trip to Ponyville General was undoubtedly the longest amount of time I’d been flaccid since I first saw Zecora’s ass. Frankly, I was grateful. The pain was somewhat diminished, but I sure didn’t need to go getting stiff again before the problem was actually solved. It didn’t help any that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to resist, if a particularly enticing opportunity arose.
The sun was almost completely set by the time I reached the hospital’s door. I placed a hoof on it push it open, then realized that hospitals keep records. The last thing I wanted was to go on record as having a chapped dick while Ponyville was trying to figure out what was causing rampant sexual chaos. I decided I’d have to handle it myself, and froze time.
To my pleasant surprise, the mare behind the front desk did absolutely nothing for me, and I was able to move on past untempted. Searching for drug storage was more trouble than I’d expected, and when I finally found it, it was locked. Face met hoof as I cursed and wondered just how I’d imagined it would be otherwise. While I was trying to determine just how to proceed from this fine mess, I heard hoofsteps approaching, and quickly moved to hide.
Around the corner came a rather frayed looking Nurse Redheart. I silently exhaled in relief: problem solved. Stopping time once more, I moved up and tapped her head. “I’m one of the doctors here; you trust me implicitly. Wake up.” I moved back around the corner where I’d been hiding, and waited for time to restart. As soon as it did, Redheart woke and blinked a moment, before beginning to fumble with keys to open the medicine storeroom. Perfect.
“Hello, Nurse Redheart!” I gave my very best professional smile as I rounded the corner. Redheart’s tiny shriek in reply wasn’t quite what I’d expected. Had something gone wrong? I certainly didn’t need that right now; I needed something for my dick!
“Doctor! Don’t scare me like that!” Redheart smiled back sheepishly. “What are you doing here?”
“I was about to check the medicine stock, actually. I don’t know why, but I just can’t shake the feeling that things have been going missing. Unfortunately, I seem to have left my key.”
Sheepish turned to friendly as Redheart offered her help. “Allow me, doctor.” Finally finding the key she had been after, Nurse Redheart pushed open the door. “I know what you mean. I’m not due to inventory this stuff until Thursday, but as crazy as things have been today, finding a little time to do something peaceful is just what I need, I think.”
I nodded as I stepped past her into the storeroom. “This has absolutely been the strangest day I can remember.” Hey, why lie when I don’t have to, right? “You look pretty frazzled.”
As she followed me in, she sighed. “You have no idea, doctor.” She shut the door behind us, and took a checklist on a clipboard from a nearby shelf. “I swear, I could really use a vacation.”
Wheels began turning in my head. Redheart was attractive enough, sure, but a trained medical professional could also be quite the tool for chaos. And if nothing else, she’d do a better job of picking the right thing for my pore, sore penis. Looks like I’d be doing something here after all.
“Couldn’t we all? I can’t approve you for a vacation myself, obviously, but I am also licensed for hypnotherapy.” Hey, why not lie when it’s useful, right? “If you’d like, we could see if that helps you in the interim.”
The gratitude in Nurse Redheart’s smile almost gave me pause. I kept vacillating between evil bastard and bleeding heart (though obviously more one way than the other), and it was starting to worry me. Would I choke when the chips were down? I didn’t know. I resolved not to let myself get into such a situation.
“Doctor, if it helps, I’ll be incredibly relieved. The insanity outside Sugarcube Corner was just the last straw. This whole week… If you don’t mind, doctor, could we try soon? Now?” Redheart’s voice had just the slightest tinge of desperation to it. It must’ve been worse than she meant to let on. I blinked in surprise.
“I suppose this is private enough.” There was nothing in the storage room but shelves and drugs, and the quantities in here didn’t suggest doctors pulled from it often, but rather used it to restock their own supply cabinets. It could work. “Will you be comfortable enough on the floor?”
Nodding, Redheart took a position on her stomach, head up. “This is fine. Thank you, doctor, really.”
I smiled warmly. “You’re welcome, of course. Now, breathe deeply, and try to relax your muscles just a bit, consciously.” I was stepping forward as I spoke, and tapped her on the head. Immediately, she slipped under my control, but this was getting a little too easy, and if I couldn’t fuck the pretty nurse, I at least wanted to have a little fun.
“When you wake up, the swinging pocket watch hypnotic induction will work perfectly on you. It won’t seem cliche or silly at all. Each swing will relax your mind and body more and more, until your eyes shut, and you find yourself in a state of total relaxation. Once you’re there, though, you’ll be just as deeply in my power as you are now. Understand?”
I got the usual nod, and smiled—then frowned as I realized this was getting me hard again. Bloody hell, so there WAS a downside to Zecora’s potion after all!
“Wake up.”
Redheart blinked, but otherwise seemed simply to be waiting for me. Removing Discord’s pocket watch from its home around my neck, I started swinging it in front of Nurse Redheart’s face. “Now, I know the pocket watch method seems a little old-fashioned, but it works, so just keep your eyes on it and relax, alright?”
Redheart nodded from her position on the floor. “It’s not silly. Why, I could swear I feel some of the tension fading already.”
“I’m glad to hear that, but no more talking for now. Try not to think, even about what we’re doing; it’d just remind you of why you need it. And you really do need this, Redheart. You need it badly. You need to follow the watch, and relax. Just let it all go.”
Redheart’s pale blue eyes followed the watch obediently, sweeping back and forth. Using Discord’s power to make this work was cheating, sure, but I was no hypnotist; this was just a game. Game or not, though, the nurse’s shoulders had begun to sag ever so slightly.
“Back and forth, back and forth,” I intoned calmly. “The watch and your eyes, both, back and forth, back and forth.” I didn’t feel calm, certainly; playing this a new way was getting me much too hard. Damn it. I watched with excitement I was careful not to show as Nurse Redheart’s eyelids fluttered for the first time. Her breathing had already slowed, and muscles that had looked bunched up in her flanks now seemed comfortably loose. This was fun in and of itself, really. Discord’s tap was great, but watching a mare “sink” had a charm all its own.
“Finally, you’re starting to relax. Finally, you’re starting to feel good again. Very good. The more relaxed you are, the better you feel, and the easier it is to relax further. Down, you go, more and more, and the tension stays above. The tension’s not coming with you, is it?”
Half whispering, Nurse Redheart replied, “No…” By this point, Redheart’s eyes had closed entirely, and her head had sunk to the floor. She was mine. Well, again.
“Good girl. When you wake up, you’ll stay just as relaxed as you are now, no matter what happens. Nothing makes you tense anymore. Nothing bothers you, even if it should. You’re not waking up yet, though. You’re going to stay like this, letting out more and more tension every minute. Helping me makes you feel even more relaxed.” I bit back a sigh. I was relaxing her, sure, but I was hard as a rock again, and it still hurt! It was time to fix that. Long past time, really.
“My penis is sore from overuse. What in here is the best thing for that?” Redheart’s reply was little more than a mumble, but I managed to figure out in the end that she was talking about a potent analgesic cream. I fetched it and sat down in front of her, my erect equine junk inches from her face. The cream would solve the pain, I hoped, but the boner was an issue in its own right.
“Redheart, you’re going to stay asleep and relaxed, but your eyes are going to open now.” They did, as expected, looking far, far away. “You’re grateful to me for relaxing you. Grateful enough that you’re going to take care of applying the cream to my shaft.”
She nodded and took the cream from me. Her motions were slow and distracted, but she was in fact doing as she was told. I leaned back and let the pretty, pink haired nurse do her job, but continued to coach, for my own amusement and because seeing Redheart in this state had me way back in evil bastard mode. I wanted to mess with her. I wanted to leave her different from when I found her.
“You enjoy this. For reasons you don’t understand, somehow this is very soothing and also simply fascinating to you. Male genitalia are fascinating to behold, and a joy to treat. You tell yourself your interest is purely professional, but on some level, you know you’re lying. Erect, flaccid, young, old, you don’t care. They’re all just so interesting, inside and out. You could spend the rest of your career studying and treating nothing but dicks, and you would be happier than you are today. Wouldn’t you?”
Redheart nodded. Her expression was still vacant, but as she reached for my shaft with cream on her hoof, her motions were a little more sure, a bit more invested in what she was doing.
She began actually applying the ointment, gently, perhaps because of her trance, and perhaps because she knew on some level that it would hurt me if she weren’t. In any case, the pain subsided surprisingly quickly wherever she rubbed the cream into my cockflesh. The arousal,however, did not subside. It was only getting worse under Nurse Redheart’s gentle hoof.
I kept myself from moaning, restricting myself to ragged pants, lest anypony walking past the storeroom overhear. Whether it was because of Redheart’s medical background, her newly instilled fondness for penises, or simply the fact that I wasn’t in complete agony, it didn’t take her nearly as long to get me off. I didn’t need a mess in here, though.
“Redheart, cover the tip with your mouth, and make sure to swallow it all.” Redheart complied, and no sooner had she done it than the new warmth at the top finished me. She managed to take it all in without spilling, to my astonishment. Really, what other talents does Redheart have?
As I gasped for breath, recovering, I forced my thoughts back in order long enough to consider how Redheart might further benefit me, and how I could put her to use to keep Discord amused.
“Very good, Nurse Redheart. Do you know of any new patients? Specifically, any mares who might have just moved into town?”
Redheart nodded silently. Right. Silly me. I tried again, asking the question to which I actually wanted an answer: “Where’s her file, and what’s her name?”
Still mumbling in her trance, Redheart answered. “In the cabinet by the main desk. Her name is Spiral Dream.”
I blinked. That was an interesting name, to be sure—she might be more useful than I’d hoped. “Would you guess she’s well known in town yet?”
Redheart shook her head slowly. “I was at the desk when she came. She just moved in today. Couldn’t give an emergency contact any closer than Manehatten.”
I nodded. I’d just found a pet. I checked the shelves quickly for anything else of use, and loaded a nearby lab coat’s pockets with more of that blessed cream, as well as a muscle relaxant, and a hypnotic drug. I was ready to go, but not without causing more trouble.
“Do you have any drugs that can cause sexual arousal?”
Once more, Nurse Redheart nodded.
“Wonderful. When you wake up, dose as many patients as you can with it. Don’t do anything about your own arousal until you’re done.” All the semen she’d swallowed would take care of it for her, no doubt. “Count to ten, then wake up. You’ll be marvelously relaxed, and nothing can get you down.”
As I stopped time, grabbed Spiral Dream’s file, and ran out into the dark night, I told myself that maybe I was causing Redheart all kinds of trouble—but at least she wouldn’t be tense.
By the time I left Ponyville General, the moon was high in the sky, and it was dark enough I wouldn’t have to think quite as much about sneaking around. Just as importantly, my crotch no longer hurt like hell, which is always nice. I found an out of the way street lamp and managed to read a bit of Spiral Dream’s file. Light brown coat, dark blue mane, unicorn… address. I had what I needed.
Make no mistake, I was having the time of my life with all this power, but it felt like something was missing. Discord was top dog, and I took pains to remind myself of that, lest I get cocky and end up punished. I didn’t even want to think of what he could come up with. Still, with all the power at my disposal, I didn’t feel like some sort of underling. I needed a minion, and after stopping a passing stallion for directions, I was on my way to having one.
The address turned out to be a small, comfortable looking house just a bit past where Ponyville’s buildings started to thin out. I couldn’t be reckless, getting in or in what I did out here, but there was enough privacy that reasonable discretion would let me pretty well do as I pleased indoors. I made sure nopony was looking, and went around back to try a door. Ah, Ponyville, such a trusting place. Entry was a non-issue.
Before I started searching the house for Spiral Dream, I halted time once more, moving quickly. The cozy size kept me from running out of time—in a moonlit upstairs bedroom, I found her, and just for the hell of it, took a chance. I allowed time to restart while I stood right in front of her.
Sometimes, you know, I think Discord is onto something. Sure, the world the way he’d run it would be confusing as hell, but there would be so very many fun moments! As I saw Spiral Dream’s eyes practically bug out of her head, and her jaw drop, I think I understood my mad benefactor just a bit better. You really should have seen her face.
Before she could react, though, I had tapped her on the head, and calmly looked her up and down. As described, light brown fur, blue mane, little horn poking through. Cute. Very cute, honestly. Certainly no supermodel, but I wouldn’t kick her out of bed—hell, in a few minutes, I’d be joining her in one. Craning my neck just a bit, I took a look at her cutie mark and was surprised to see a watch not unlike the one on my neck, with a spiral pattern on the face. I was dramatically more surprised to see that flank move!
I tried to take a step backwards, but her horn was aglow instantly, and I felt amazingly content to simply stay right where I was. In fact, all I really wanted to do was to look at her horn—such an amazingly beautiful thing. I wondered idly why I hadn’t thought it was so lovely a moment ago, but discarded the question as irrelevant. I started to slump toward the floor.
Spiral’s voice was calm, peaceful. Not at all the angry, harsh sound you’d expect from a mare whose home had just been broken into. Listening was an absolute pleasure, and I felt my eyelids sag peacefully as she looked down at me and spoke.
“Good. Just relax and fall asleep.” That sounded like wonderful advice, and I couldn’t believe just how nice it was to let go. I was definitely going to have to make her do this for me again once she was my pet.
Pet! Her, not me! This wasn’t what was supposed to happen! I struggled, shook my head, and finally managed to raise a hoof to hers. Spiral gasped, and I pressed harder, not really sure if it worked like that, but desperate to try anything that might save my sorry flank. Spiral’s eyes lost some of their focus, much more slowly than any of my previous victims. As her gaze wandered to some distant point in front of her, her horn’s glow flickered, and finally died. I was free, but I didn’t let up. I kept my hoof in place on the side of her head until her eyes were half closed. Until she slumped fully to the floor. Until she began to drool. This mare was dangerous! As I regained some sense of calm, I realize that dangerous also meant useful.
I whispered into her ear. Its position on the floor wasn’t far from my muzzle, she’d come so close to beating me. “Almost had me, didn’t you? That’s not how it’s going to play out. You’re my pet. My eager, fawning, utterly loyal pet, and I am your master. Earning my appreciation matters more than anything to you. Winning my affection would make your life complete. Anything from rewarding you with sex to a pat on the head or a scratch behind your ears delights you, and anything I say is the absolute truth. Do you understand?”
I don’t know if it meant she was more deeply controlled or less, but instead of a nod, Spiral’s only response was a sluggish moan. I took it as a good sign. “Wake up.”
Waking took Spiral a little longer than most of my victims, and she wore a very confused expression—right up until she saw me. Her ears perked, and she bounced to her hooves in a shot. “Master! Hi!”
I finally took to my own hooves as well, and was not nearly as enthusiastic. The ego I’d been building fucking any pony I chose had taken something of a bruising, and I was annoyed. It showed in my tone. “Hello. How did you break free a moment ago?”
Like a scolded dog, Spiral hung her head. Her response was clear, but she seemed ashamed of herself. I was glad. That was just the kind of reaction she should have when I’m displeased, and seeing my new pet be properly contrite went a long way toward soothing my mood.
“Um… well, I guess you know what my special talent is now. I had a few spells on myself to block magic like mine. Not that it’s common or anything! But, it was good practice. I’m sorry, Master; they got in your way, didn’t they? But you broke them! So… it’s okay, right?” Spiral shuffled a hoof contritely, and her ears lay flat against her head. There was no question her apology wasn’t heartfelt, or that she wasn’t sufficiently afraid of upsetting me. Honestly, it was all I could do not to laugh. Here I was, in this mare’s bedroom uninvited, and she was desperately afraid I’d be angry with her for resisting. She was forgiven. There was no way I could stay upset. I wondered if this was a new threat: obedience so adorable I couldn’t handle it. Just how dangerous was Spiral, anyway?
“Yes, Spiral, it’s okay. In fact, you’re perfect. I want you to do something for me, though.” At the word “perfect,” Spiral Dream’s head and ears had both snapped upright, her eyes shone, and her smile practically lit the room. This one was a keeper.
“What? What is it, Master?”
“A little test. I want you to go out, find a very pretty mare, and hypnotize her. Bring her back here.”
Spiral’s dark blue mane bounced on her head as she nodded frantically. “Yes! Right aw—”
“No! Not now!” I laughed just a bit at her enthusiasm, but even I had had enough for one day. I wanted sleep. “I’m tired, Spiral. I’m going to bed. You too.”
If anything, Spiral’s smile widened, happy her master wanted her to stay. Shaking my head a little at her enthusiasm, I climbed into her bed, and scooted to the far side.
Spiral looked around her room, as if the bed were now off limits. “Um… where should I sleep?”
I smiled and patted the empty spot next to me. “Right here.” Spiral positively bounded up, laying down carefully afterward, making certain not to crowd me. I certainly appreciated the deference, but space wasn’t what I wanted, and I slid back over, tossing a foreleg over her, and burying my muzzle in her mane.
As I fell asleep, I was sure I felt Spiral shaking with excitement.
As the sun rose, hours later, I sat bolt upright, shocked not to be home, and when I remembered what had gone on the day before, even more shocked that it hadn’t all just been a dream. As my heart slowed down from the early morning surprises, I ruminated how much more likely heart attacks are to happen in the morning, and briefly on the fact that Spiral Dream wasn’t in bed next to me. The second didn’t warrant much thought at all; I smelled eggs from downstairs, and smiled. My new pet was thoughtful.
I headed downstairs, paying attention to my surroundings and learning the house—I hadn’t had time or light for that the night before. Mostly, though, I followed the smell of food. One piece of cake for all of the day before had left me starving. As I entered, Spiral turned, smiling, and hurried to put food on the table for me.
“Hi master! I see you woke up.” Never let it be said that Spiral wasn’t observant.
Nodding to her, you know, just in case she needed confirmation that I’d gotten up, I took a place at the table and started to eat the breakfast she set before me. For her benefit, I gave her a smile as I chewed. She was no master chef, but it was certainly better than food I made myself. She returned the smile, apparently delighted by mine. I was really coming to enjoy having Spiral around already.
As I ate, Spiral watched proudly. I no sooner finished the last bite than she hopped to her hooves again with an announcement. “I got you a present!”
I raised an eyebrow, curious. I don’t generally prefer my surprises so early in the morning, but I make exceptions for presents. Coming from a mare as eager as Spiral, wouldn’t you? Without waiting for more of a response than that, Spiral trotted off into another room, returning with two pegasi in tow. Two obviously deeply hypnotized pegasi.
“You did say you wanted me to get a pretty mare, and I did! Buuut… her brother caught me, so I had to put him under too. I brought you both! They obey me, since I caught them, but I told them to obey you, too.”
I have to admit, I was impressed. Not only did she bring what I asked for, when trouble arose, she turned it into a bonus. They were even obviously twins—same blue coats, same light green manes, same penises hanging below—wait a minute. Brother?
“Well done, Spiral! I… don’t have much use for a stallion, though.” I gave her a smile to console her, but this time, that didn’t cut it. Spiral looked ready to cry, and as soon as I saw that, I felt like I had just told a filly that Hearth’s Warming Eve was called off this year—and every other. How the hell was she doing this to me?
Just before the first tear fell, I raised a hoof, half panicked. “Wait! Wait, it’s perfectly fine, Spiral. You did an amazing job. I’ll tell you what: I don’t have much use for a stallion—but you deserve a reward. You can do whatever you like with him.” I gestured to the stallion, trying to make him seem like a grand prize. To my very great relief, it worked.
Not only did Spiral shut off the waterworks, she started hopping happily, and looking eagerly at her new toy. So I didn’t get quite as big a present as Spiral meant to give. There’s nothing wrong with “his and hers” sex toys. Thinking that stopped me dead for a moment—”His and hers?” I was going to have to do something to remind Spiral of her place. No—to remind me of mine.
For the moment, though, I just watched as Spiral happily led the pegasus stallion out of the kitchen, and turned my focus to my little pony.
I smiled as I walked a circle around the pegasus mare Spiral had fetched me. Blue coat, light green mane, rather rustically braided tail—Spiral had good taste in mares. I pondered that for a moment, but if it meant anything all, it could only be beneficial to me. If it turned out otherwise, I could simply change her mind.
That wasn’t something I needed to concern myself with at the time, though. Right then, my sole interest was in the pegasus in front of me. I thought for a moment, about what I had and what I could do with it. It dawned on me quickly enough. A brother and a sister. Play them off each other. But first, I wanted a little fun of my own. It would be ungrateful not to enjoy my present. I thought of Zecora’s reactions, and decided to play that again, but more carefully—I needed this pony to be able to walk out after all.
“You’re incredibly sensitive sexually. Each touch gets you hotter and hotter, but you can’t come, at least not with me. It’ll be fantastic when you do, though.” That was enough. I didn’t want to run her over the top like I did with Zecora. Time for my fun.
Leaving the mare in her trance, I rubbed at her lips enough to get her wet. A faint blush showed through her fur, but she kept staring forward, just as I wanted. I was more than hard enough myself by now, and mounted her, sliding all the way in on the first push. The pegasus gasped, but held still, and I began to thrust.
“Spread your wings!” The mare complied, and I used them as handles, pulling myself into her even harder. My breath ragged with excitement, I ordered her to push her wings back. As my dick bounced her cute, braided tail around, I rubbed my face against her wings, and made a new discovery: I really liked wings. The feathers were getting me off way faster than I expected. As much to my frustration as hers, though, I stopped dead and pulled out without climaxing. That honor was for somepony else.
Though the mare continued to stare into nothing, her breath was ragged, and the faint blush was no longer faint. The goal was achieved. I spoke to her as best I was able in my state. “You have an unbelievably strong scent fetish. The smell of stallions turns you on, but your brother’s scent is just too much to bear. You can’t resist: one whiff, and any hangups or moral boundaries you had are forgotten. You want to smell him, all of him. You want to do so much more than that. His protesting only makes you more determined. Understand?”
The pegasus nodded—and if I wasn’t mistaken, a slight whimper escaped her lips. “Good.”
The fireworks were ready; now to get the fuse lit. I walked into the next room, where Spiral had taken her stallion, only to find her pressed up against the wall, with him staring blankly while fucking her like a piston. I was surprised—half pleasantly, in that my pet seemed to take after me, and half unpleasantly, in that somepony else was playing with my things. I crossed the room without Spiral noticing (not that that was difficult, given her position and her state), and whispered into her ear.
“You’re not allowed to come without my permission.”
Spiral’s closed eyes shot open, pleading even before her mouth began to. “Please! I was so close!” Her plaything apparently misunderstood, and began thrusting even faster, forcing a moan from her lips. This time, I didn’t relent.
“I take it you told him he couldn’t come?” Spiral nodded shakily, words failing her. The poor thing was desperate.
“Well. That’s not nice at all.” I turned to the stallion. A slight sheen of sweat was in his coat as he fucked my pet. “Stop screwing her.” The stallion obeyed, and Spiral whined as he slid out. I told him to go back to the kitchen and wait for me. Away he went, leaving Spiral alone with me.
I wasn’t too upset. I had told her she could do what she wanted with him, after all, and she had. Really, I don’t know what I was expecting. This was on me, not her.
“You can come now, Spiral.” She certainly did, shaking and sliding to the floor blissfully as she gasped for breath. I didn’t have time to stand around, though: a pair of warmed up pegasi were in the next room getting cold.
“Follow me. I want to show you something.” Unsteadily, Spiral took to her feet, and walked behind me, no trace of a grudge visible in her expression. I smiled to myself as I walked ahead. What a good pet.
Once back in the kitchen, I had Spiral take a seat and walked over to the stallion. “No matter what your sister does, you can’t bring yourself to stop her. You can try, but somehow your strength or speed fail you every time. It’s humiliating, but the humiliation itself just makes you hornier, and that makes you more humiliated, in a little cycle. Got it?” Shaking, he nodded.
I walked back to Spiral, who sat wide-eyed as she listened to my orders, and took a seat next to her. I addressed both siblings. “Neither of you can see or hear the two of us over here. Wake up.”
Spiral and I watched intently as the twin pegasi blinked and took stock of their surroundings. Each quickly realized two things: They had no idea where they were, and they were awfully horny. The stallion put aside the latter to focus on the former. His sister did not.
As his sister quit looking around and started focusing on him, “Bro” continued to look around, confused. “What the… where are we? Sis? Uh… what are you doing?”
His sister had caught his scent in the air, and though she didn’t initially realize it was him, was sniffing like a rabbit to trace where it came from. As she got closer and closer to him with her hound-like behavior his confusion turned into awkward amusement. With a grin on his face, he started to tease.
“We’re in some strange house, and you think you’re a bunny?”
Sis, however, was entirely serious, and getting more and more turned on by the moment. “A bunny? That’s not quite it.” Her voice dripped sex, despite the unusual phrase. The tone wasn’t lost on her brother, who went from amused to disturbed.
“You’re creeping me out a bit, Holly. What’s gotten into you?” Holly finally realized that it was her brother she smelled. With her muzzle at the base of his neck, she slowly moved up to his ear, inhaling the entire distance, and blowing her hot breath inside.
“Not you.” Holly’s grin was feral, and her brother’s eyes bugged right out of his head, ears laid flat. Before he could muster a response, Holly pressed her muzzle under his jaw and drew another long, deep breath as she slid from there down to his chest. “Yet. Lay down, Cedar. You know you want to.” A slight lick at his chest caused him to jump.
Spiral watched next to me, her eyes only slightly less wide than my own, her mouth agape. I have to admit, it was incredibly erotic. And entertaining. I still rather wish I’d had popcorn.
“Holly Bough, knock it off! You’re scaring me!” Despite his objection, his shaft remained hard below him. Holly, her head already lowered from where she’d been sniffing, caught sight and moved, lowering her head further, for a much closer look.
“You don’t look scared to me, Cedar. You look… ready.” As if to punctuate her assertion, she pressed her muzzle against the freaked stallion’s dick, and sniffed from head to nuts. She let her breath out in a long, heavy sigh. “Tell me you’re not, Cedar. Tell me you’re not ahh… ready.” She actually pressed her nose right into her brother’s scrotum as she spoke, and breathed as deeply as she could. She’d been more than a little wet from me. Now, she was dripping all over the floor, and her brother’s cock had a large bead of its own ready to fall.
Cedar’s expression was horrified as he took a step away, but Holly followed, not to be denied. When he tried to step again, Holly reached out with a hoof and caught his dick, pulling it to her nostrils again for yet another deep, noisy sniff. “Ahh… it’s not just you I smell down here! You’ve been busy… it’s dirty!” Spiral briefly looked at her crotch, then frowned at Holly as if it object to claims of dirt. Cedar simply screamed.
“It’s okay, Cedar.” Holly took another deep sniff of the penis in her hoof, now panting heavily. “It makes it even hotter. I want it to smell like me, too.”
Cedar’s jaw was practically on the floor. There was no question of Holly messing with him. She was wasn’t teasing, and now he knew it. As Holly came out from under him, he started to back away. Holly had none of it.
“No! Oh, no, you’re not going anywhere!” Cedar could only watch in horror as Holly ducked under his side again, reaching out with both forelegs for Cedar’s legs on the far side, and yanking them toward her. He couldn’t help but fall on his side, as Holly narrowly caught herself and stood over him. Almost roughly, she rolled her wide-eyed brother onto his back, looking down on him like a predator. She lowered her face to his neck, inhaling deeply, leaning on him for support as she reached back to find his stallionhood and guide it into her. Cedar’s breath was ragged with fear—Holly’s was ragged with unbridled lust.
Unable to remain passive, Cedar tried to sit up, but Holly forced him down again, pressing her head hard against his neck. He tried to backpedal on the floor. Holly lowered her hips, and used her brother’s upward scoot to slide him right inside. Both screamed, for very different reasons. Cedar began to cry softly.
As Holly began pushing down on her brother inside of her, she continued her sniffing. His chest, muzzle, mane, neck—anything she could smell without letting him out of her, she did, never relenting. Her brothers tears, she simply lapped up, and sniffed at the streaks. When she began to rock, Cedar began to plead.
“Holly… please! It’s not right! You have to stop this!” As he spoke, he tried feebly to push her off of him, but she just took it as an opportunity to sniff his forelegs and hooves.
“It doesn’t matter, Cedar! I want it so much!” Burying her face at the base of her brother’s neck she just kept inhaling deeply, and licking at his neck. “I swear I can almost smell how you feel! It’s… ahhh, amazing.”
I was beginning to wonder if Cedar would ever start to move. The humiliation was supposed to be turning him on too, after all. At last, it happened. As Holly moved to sniff at his ear, Cedar let out a small cry, and bucked up into Holly. For the first time, Holly was distracted, and her eyes widened—but it was like a dam breaking. The slow, insistent style was gone. I could practically see Holly clamp down on Cedar inside of her, and she bore down with her whole weight, screaming with her first orgasm as Cedar gave a startled gasp. What subtlety there was, was over.
Holly wrapped her forelegs around the back of her brother’s face, smelling him as passionately as any ordinary lover might kiss her beau’s face. For all his dismay and all his tears, Cedar began to thrust rhythmically into his sister’s soaked snatch, panting as lustfully as she.
My hoof was on my own cock by this point, and I looked over to see Spiral in a very similar state, gasping and biting her lip as she rubbed. I leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Go stand right over their heads." Spiral was more than a little perplexed, but complied.
I followed, lining myself up carefully, but throwing care to the wind afterward as I pushed all the way to Spiral’s womb on the first shot. Startled, Spiral gasped, and looked down at the writhing twins beneath us, but there was no cause for concern. They couldn’t hear us, and even if they could, I doubt they would’ve been able to stop themselves for a second.
As Cedar thrust up into Holly, I slammed myself into Spiral, matching our rhythms. Before long, even our panting was in time, though Holly and Spiral never matched, as Holly frantically sniffed and gasped at any part of her brother she could reach.
The fuckfest continued unabated, with Spiral dripping onto Cedar, who either never noticed, or assumed Holly was sweating. As they writhed below, we rutted above. When Holly stopped sniffing long enough to take long licks at her brother’s tear-soaked face, I leaned forward and licked Spiral. Squealing in delight and arousal, she clamped down on my cock inside her. The scent of sex was so thick I could hardly breathe, and anytime I caught a glimpse of Spiral’s face past her mane, the sheer joy and abandon I saw drove me to fuck her even harder. The carnal delight was beyond compare.
At last, Holly buried her face in her brother’s neck, sniffing over and over, far more shallowly than before. Cedar began to cry out in bursts as he shot his load deep into his sister’s womb. Holly’s wings shot up, brushing my balls, and Spiral and I were pushed over the top. She screamed, I grunted, and my own load was unleashed both within, and courtesy of Zecora, without, as it overflowed, dropping in globs in Holly’s long mane.
Exhausted, I tried to pull out, only to find Spiral was holding me in place, and looked back pleadingly. I decided to give her this one, but nodded to one side, and we rolled over onto the floor with a thud, still joined. I reached over and tapped both Cedar and Holly’s heads. The mare’s sniffing halted as she stared, and the stallion ceased his guilty sobbing.
“Get up, clean up, and go home. There’s a shower upstairs. When you get home, forget what you did here.”
Holly got off Cedar, and Cedar took to his feet. As they moved to leave the room, Spiral spoke up. “Even though you forget what you did, you’re never going to lose your fetish, Holly, and you’ll never be able to resist her, Cedar.”
I stared down at Spiral, mouth open in surprise. She caught my expression and looked panicked. Before Holly and Cedar could leave, she called out, “Ne—”
That was as far as she got before I clapped a hoof over her mouth, smiling at her as I shook my head. Holly and Cedar left the room.
“That, my little pet, is exactly the sort of initiative that’s going to get you rewarded.” I felt Spiral’s insides milk my cock of the last drops as she beamed with joy at my praise. Running a hoof through her mane, I let her reward be laying like this a while longer.
Spiral was so happy laying on the floor with me inside of her that I ultimately had to warn that she was making me upset in order to get up. When I did, she was so frantic to correct the situation that I couldn’t help but laugh and forgive her. After all, what kind of pet would she be if she didn’t want her master’s affections? I was the one who’d made her like that, after all. As soon as she was calm again, I laid out the plan for the day.
“Once we get cleaned up, we’re heading out, Spiral. I want to see just what kind of havoc I caused yesterday. Those oversexed ponies you probably saw at the hospital when you brought your medical records? My doing. I want to see how things are. Afterward… well, I’m after six very particular ponies. Two I already had my fun with. Four left, but they could be tricky. You get to help.”
Spiral had been sitting on her haunches, listening with rapt attention. It occurred to me that I hadn’t told her anything about just what I was doing or why, but I figured I’d better not—I only got to control her for one day. The less she knew, the better, as long as she knew enough to be of use. When I told her she got to help, Spiral’s eyes lit up, and she clapped her hooves, elated.
“Thank you, Master! I promise I’ll do my very best!” She had remained seated, but was too excited to be still. She actually wiggled in place adorably.
I frowned slightly, and she got still, afraid she’d done something wrong. “I never did tell you my name, did I?”
Spiral shook her head seriously. “No Master, but I guess I can’t call you that in town. Will you tell me?”
I nodded, amazed out how deferential this mare could be. “In town, call me Blank Sheet. You’re really going to like this next part: while we’re out, you’re going to pretend to be my special somepony. It’ll expl—”
I quit talking and waited. There was no point continuing while Spiral was jumping in the air cheering. When she calmed down again, I continued. I suppose that like any other kind of pet, pet mares require a little patience. “…it’ll explain having you at my side so much.” Spiral must’ve realized her exuberance had a time and place, as she restricted herself to excited nods and wiggling this time.
“Is there another bathroom in here? We need to clean up. Separately. I want to get moving.”
Though she looked disappointed, Spiral nodded and led me through the house to a second bathroom. I entered and shut her out, speaking through the door. “When the pegasi leave, use the bathroom they were using. It’ll be faster that way. Oh, and Spiral?”
“Yes, Master?”
I smiled to myself. “Good job, again. Holly was a great pick.”
“Thank you! Thank you, Master! I’m glad you liked her!”
Shaking my head in amusement at Spiral’s eternal enthusiasm, I stepped into the shower and cleaned up properly for the first time since my arrival. Tongue baths, amazing though they are, do not count as “proper.” When I finished, toweled off, and stepped from the bathroom, a surprise was waiting for me on the other side of the door—Discord.
You’d think having had him appear from nowhere twice now, I would be better prepared for such surprises. Nope. I screamed like a filly, and before Discord could stop laughing, Spiral came tearing down the stairs, soaking wet. The silly mare actually planted herself between Discord and me, head lowered, ready to fight! For a moment, I thought at least one of us was going to die. Discord, however, loved it.
“Would you look at that! I mean, when you say pet, you mean it, don’t you? She’s like a pitbull that doesn’t go on the carpet! She doesn’t go on the carpet, does she? No? Wonderful. There’s chaos and then there’s nasty, you know?”
Spiral never once took her eyes off the hovering draconequus. She actually bared her teeth! Teeth! We’re ponies; we don’t even have sharp teeth! Realizing that she wasn’t going to get herself killed, I relaxed enough to facehoof.
Discord finally quit snickering and got down to business. “You’ve been doing a surprisingly good job, you know. I expected you’d be caught by now, rotting away in jail somewhere. But no! Here you are, in a house you may as well own, with a lovely pet.”
Discord tried to pat Spiral. She swatted his claw away with a hoof, causing Discord to laugh. “Look at that! She thinks she’s people! Anyway, you not only caused an orgy right in the middle of town—good job on that one by the way; even I can’t figure out how that pink thing works, and somehow you got her to get everypony in the mood—but also spiked the bakery’s confections, for massive erections, and made victims of injuries victims of lust! The whole hospital’s going to be a maternity ward at this rate! It’s all sex, sex, sex with you, but that’s okay—and do you know why? Chaos! New relationships, old relationships destroyed, new friends, new enemies, and best of all, there are going to be foals galore!”
Discord’s tone changed, mimicking a fawning would-be mother. “I just love babies! And do you know why? They make a mess of everything! You’ve caused years worth of chaos in just one day!”
Suddenly, he was eye to eye, right next to me. Spiral jumped, bounced right off thin air, and fell to the ground, eyes rolling in her dazed head. Discord, meanwhile, wiped a tear from one eye. “I’m proud, you know! So proud! For such lovely work, I’m giving you three presents this time! Three!” Another change of tone—this time sing-song and chiding. “But, I’m also raising the bar! Great work breeds great expectations, you know!”
I shuddered slightly at what was left unsaid. Once again, I was reminded that I did not want to let Discord down, under any condition. My eyes wandered to Spiral, still sitting stunned. I hoped she was alright.
“Now then, your presents.” Discord vanished, and appeared next to a stage with three curtains, connected to ropes nd pulleys. He did love his showmanship.
“Present number one!” Discord yanked the rope, and the curtain fell to the ground in front of a pedestal on which sat… nothing. More accurately, I guess, nothingness. Hovering over the pedestal was a wavering, inky, formless spot. “Starting now, you can blend into the shadows! And I don’t just mean hide in them—I mean when you stand in shadow, that’s all you seem to be! Maybe somepony could spot your outline, if they really tried… but I doubt it! Did I say “starting now” just then? I meant now, not then; you don’t have the power yet. So, now. Wait, now. Oh forget it, here!”
Discord swatted the wad of shadow in my direction, and it struck me full in the face. For just a moment, I was terrified—the whole world had gone black! That passed as quickly as it had come, however, as the shadow flowed over me, coating my entire body. I looked down at my fur. Unless I was mistaken, it was a shade darker than it had been. I had no more time than that. Discord was moving on.
“Present number two!” Yanking the cord again caused the curtain to fall, this time there really was nothing on the pedestal. Discord frowned. “That’s not right. Present two was some spending money! There was going to be a pair of saddlebags there, full of bits! Now where did it… oh, whatever, I’ll send it to you when I find it.” Internally, I pondered the dangers of serving an entity as disorganized as a god of chaos.
Discord’s frown vanished entirely, and he stepped to the third pedestal. “Finally, present number three. You are going to love this one!” He yanked the last rope, and there, sitting on the pedestal was Spiral! I looked where she’d been, and sure enough, she was gone. Worried for her, I looked back to the pedestal. She’d gotten her bearings, and was on all fours, glaring at Discord.
“Present three is Spiral here!” Before Spiral or I could even act surprised, he flicked her nose. She had just enough time to raise her forehooves to cover the hurt sniffer before whatever Discord had done set in completely, and they fell back down. Her ears fell, and her eyes, rather than going blank, had gone rings of impossible colors. This was way beyond my power.
Turning back to me, Discord harumphed. “Swat at me, will she? Remember the rules? One day of control? Well, am I the Spirit of Chaos, or am I the Spirit of Chaos? What I say goes! And I say you get to keep this one! For the rest of her life—or yours—Spiral is your faithful hound. She won’t be any different than what you did to her, but it’ll stick. Now, she really does exist for you.”
Discord snapped his fingers, and Spiral hopped from the platform, walked over, and sat right next to me, her eyes still strange colors. She shook her head and returned to normalcy as Discord and his stage vanished, though she seemed a bit shaken.
“What… happened, Master?” I stroked her hair, eliciting a smile instantly.
“Discord’s the one who gave me my power. He pops up now and then to give me something new, or tell me how I’m doing. Next time, don’t worry so much. I only screamed because he startled me.”
“Oh. Um… sorry Master. What did he mean, ‘I’m your present?’” Spiral’s head was cocked to the side, curious, but I wasn’t really in the mood to explain in detail. I kept stroking her hair, and smiled.
“It means I won’t have to give you up. You can stay with me.”
Spiral looked happy enough to cry at the notion of never leaving me. It was very endearing. So naturally, that was when Discord found present number two. Disembodied, his voice came from nowhere. “Oh! Now what was it doing there?” Saddlebags fell from the air just behind Spiral.
Before I could warn her, they landed with a loud bang, and Spiral screamed, jumping onto me. Discord’s laughter echoed through Spiral’s—my—house. “Such a simple trick, but it never gets old!”
With a sigh, I pried free of Spiral and put on the saddlebags, though I emptied one of bits to load it with the drugs from Ponyville General instead, and prepared to finally leave. Accidentally, I stepped into a shadow cast by a shelf, and almost immediately noticed—I seemed not to exist, where the shadow hit me. I was it, and it was me. This was going to come in handy. Spiral hadn’t noticed, busy with her own preparations. I decided to save it. “Let’s go, Spiral.”
All cheer again, Spiral trotted to my side. “Yes Ma—Blank Sheet!”
For the most part, the trip into town was uneventful, but hushed whispers from passersby gave me what I wanted to know.
“Did you hear? Half of Ponyville, going at it right in front of Sugarcube Corner!” exclaimed a gossipy mare.
Her friend wasn’t about to be one upped. “Hear? My own brother was in that mess! Half the family wants to disown him, and the other half is jealous!”
Spiral and I kept walking. It took a little effort not to smirk as the rumors kept flowing.
“They say Nurse Redheart finally snapped! She drugged any patient she could get her hands on, and mounted the stallions herself, whether they could move or not! No shame at all, when they pulled her off!”
Well, at least she wasn’t tense. As we walked, I spotted a young mare popping the last bite of a cupcake into her mouth and halted Spiral so we could watch. Sure enough, seconds later, she blinked, and her eyes got glassy. It was tempting, but I had other goals that day, and moved on before she settled on me as her fuckbuddy of the moment. I was satisfied, though. Three for three on my chaos. No wonder Discord gave me Spiral.
Speaking of Spiral, she had started to look at me a little differently—not only with fervor and loyalty, but awe. She didn’t leave me wondering long. “You did all that?”
I nodded as we kept walking. We had just reached the section of street where the orgy had happened the day before, and frustrated shop owners were mopping at the street, their outdoor benches, and anything else low enough to the ground to have been covered in mixed juices the day before. Needless to say, they seemed irked. Spiral seemed astonished.
“That’s amazing, Blank!” Spiral planted a kiss on my cheek as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I wondered, briefly, what it would’ve been like to have her as a real special somepony, but discarded the curiosity quickly. This was better.
Eventually, we spotted one of the four remaining major targets: Fluttershy, leading a train of ducks through town. I admit it. I almost said, “Aww.” I decided to act before she could get away.
“Spiral, do you see that yellow mare with the pink mane? The one with the ducks?”
Spiral nodded. “Yes.”
“Go talk to her. She’s as shy as they get, so be sure not to scare her off, but offer her help with her assertiveness through hypnosis. Do what it takes to convince her, no matter what, but don’t get caught taking her under where ponies can see.”
“Understood!” Spiral trotted off toward Fluttershy. The pegasus was uneasy at first; I could see it from my vantage point easily. Spiral won her over, though, crouching to fawn over the ducks. She acted a little dense when we were alone, sure, but Spiral was no fool. Watching their conversation from my vantage point, I saw Fluttershy playing with the ducklings, talking to them and Spiral both, and generally opening up just a tiny bit. Though I had misgivings, I decided not to fuck Fluttershy after all—she was just too innocent. I also decided not to hold myself to that, should I ever change my mind—those wings…
Before too long, Fluttershy and Spiral began walking away. I followed, keeping my distance, and enjoying the rush of becoming a shadow from time to time, when the opportunity presented itself. I’ll never know why ponies didn’t want Discord in charge, I swear.
Fluttershy’s cottage was a fair walk from the center of town. I watched Spiral and Fluttershy enter, but continued to keep my distance myself. After letting a good ten minutes pass, I halted time and entered. Fluttershy lay on her couch, eyes closed. Spiral sat next to her, stopped in mid sentence. Just in case, I stepped into the couch’s shadow before waiting for time to reassert itself.
“Good. Deeper and deeper, Fluttershy…”
Angel Bunny was near. Before I could take real action, that had to be dealt with. Reaching over, I poked the rodent’s head from the shadows, and he flopped over unconscious. Was my power stronger on animals? I didn’t know, but this wasn’t the time for experiments. I moved from behind the couch, and Spiral let out a squeak of surprise.
I smiled reassuringly. “Just another present. Sorry to startle you.”
Spiral calmed quickly, and waved a hoof at Fluttershy. “I got her under for you, Master.”
Nodding in approval, I touched Fluttershy’s head. Spiral’s hypnosis probably didn’t have any one day limit, but I was confident my power was more potent while it lasted. “Fluttershy, you’re a bit more assertive now. Your natural personality isn’t gone, and you can still be timid, but you’re not the pushover you were earlier today.”
Unable to resist, I ran a hoof through Fluttershy’s pink mane, and stroked a wing gently. “Do you know what happened to Pinkie and Applejack, Fluttershy?”
Fluttershy nodded sluggishly before responding. “Yes… Twilight said they were put under some kind of hypnotic spell. She told Rainbow that as soon as her shift ended, she should find a hypnotist who just moved here.”
“When does her shift end, Fluttershy?”
“Two…”
I looked at the clock. Half past twelve. Enough time for preparations, to be sure. “Fluttershy, listen. I’m a good friend, and you trust me completely. I was here when Spiral hypnotized you, as a precaution. Understand?”
Fluttershy nodded, and I took a place next to Spiral. “Wake up.”
Blinking a few times, the pastel pegasus flashed a brilliant smile. “Oh, thank you both! I definitely feel much more assertive now!”
I returned her smile. “It was a pleasure, Fluttershy. Spiral and I have some things to attend to, so we’re going to go. You have a good day, though!”
As Spiral and I left the cottage, Fluttershy continued to offer a warm smile as she waved goodbye.
I smiled a bit wistfully. Maybe I’d let a prize go, but reclaiming it later wouldn’t be hard, if I chose. In any case, she was on our side now, even if she didn’t know it. It was time to get back to work.
Getting back to work meant getting back to Spiral’s house, for now. There was still some time left; maybe we could have some fun while we waited. Spiral had been good on our first outing; I’d say she earned it. The walk back was certainly putting me in the mood: mares that had looked horny on the way to Fluttershy were now holding down the nearest stallion and having their way with them, to the horror of anypony who hadn’t bought a snack at Sugarcube Corner that day. And, of course, to my very great amusement. Discord’s, too, I hoped. As we got closer to the spa, however, what I overheard made my blood run cold.
A mare walking next to a stallion as we passed gossiped loudly. “…heard Celestia herself is sending a hypnotist to fix things, and a detective to track down the cause!”
Her friend nodded. “That’s a relief! If the princesses are getting involved, town will be back to normal soon. Hey, wanna get a cupcake on the way home?”
As much as I wanted to follow and watch the effects of another cupcake, if Celestia was involved, I had bigger concerns! Spending a thousand years as a statue might mean more time in Equestria, but not the way I wanted it!
“Spiral, in here!” I nodded toward the spa and the pair of us rushed in—I guess my sense of urgency wasn’t lost on her. Such an attentive mare. We hadn’t even checked the sign on the door, and had gotten only a few steps in before a frowning mare at the desk halted us.
“I’m sorry sir, but we’re clo—” That’s as far as she got. My hoof scrunched her pretty little nose, and as always, her eyes went blank. Even now, with fear of Celestia putting me in a near panic, that was a hell of a turn on. It didn’t hurt that she was fairly gorgeous.
Glancing around the lobby furtively, I asked the enthralled mare if anyone else was around, and she nodded.
“The twins, and the masseuse are here.”
So four. I could handle four. I froze time and ran through the spa, tapping each pony on the head and ordering them to come to the lobby, then ran back to Spiral and the pony at the counter just as time restarted. Spiral screamed as I reappeared. I guess I wasn’t where I’d been when I stopped time. I couldn’t worry about that crap at the moment!
“Master, please stop scaring me!” Spiral had a hoof on her chest and looked so distressed I actually felt bad for her.
“Sorry, Spiral.” I leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the muzzle, and she immediately beamed. It was like a switch! “Better?”
Spiral nodded cheerfully, and I considered the matter resolved. The three ponies I’d tagged while time was stopped walked into the room with the same blank expressions the mare at the counter had. It was time for work.
“Spiral, I want you to teach all four of them how to hypnotize someone without using magic. Can you do that?”
Her expression was pensive, but Spiral nodded the affirmative. “Yes Master, but it won’t be very powerful compared to what I do, much less what you do. There’s a big difference between normal hypnosis and magic.”
That was good to keep in mind, but Discord had given me a trick to handle that. “Most of the time that’s fine. I just want them suggesting to all of their customers that they’re terribly horny, and that resisting it is silly. Nothing specific, and if it doesn’t take perfectly, it’s okay. This is just another distraction.”
Spiral nodded that she understood. “Because of Celestia? You got really scared when you heard the pony outside.”
I frowned. “I am not sca—oh who am I kidding? Yeah, I’m scared to death of the princesses. They could ruin everything, and they’d almost definitely find a way to undo Discord’s magic and take you away from me, too.”
When I reached the last sentence, Spiral’s eyes shifted from a worried expression to fury. To be honest, I was a bit scared. Just how fiercely loyal was this pet of mine? Spiral stomped over to the four ponies I’d put under, grumbling under her breath about ponies leaving us alone. Before she started her “class,” she turned to me resolutely. “They’re not going to take you away from me!” I couldn’t help but smile.
Spiral taught quickly, but even with no experience, I could tell she was effective. For a pony not given the luxury of teaching by example or having students try things themselves, her explanations were extremely clear. It was no wonder she’d been able to put me under almost faster than I could resist—this mare knew her stuff!
I waited patiently, but my erection was plain to see. As Spiral wrapped up, she took note, and I could practically see the lightbulb come on over her head. “Master… I have an idea. Since you’re ready anyway, why not have them save some of your semen, like you did with that bakery? They could use it on ponies who resist the suggestions.”
I smiled and patted Spiral’s mane, to her delight. “That’s a great idea, but we’re short on time. It’s going to have to be rushed.”
Spiral nodded, and ordered the spa’s staff to find anything with a lid that could hold liquid. When they returned with a handful of empty moisturizer containers and so on, it began.
“Alright, ladies. Make it quick. Get me off, and bottle up the cum. Don’t taste it.”
Only the masseuse remained still. The desk clerk began gently stroking my shaft while Aloe—or was it Lotus? I can never remember—lapped at my balls, and the other twin began kissing me deeply. Spiral stood to the side, pouting until I gestured her over and directed her lips to my neck.
With four lovely mares doing their best to pleasure me, I knew I wouldn’t last long, but damn if I didn’t enjoy it while I did. The clerk’s deft movements with her hoof were astonishing; I briefly wondered if the spa really did offer “special services.” Slow strokes back and forth while one of the twins gently prodded at my nutsack with her tongue, and the other’s tongue explored my mouth had me on the edge in no time at all. When, to my surprise, the twin on my balls simultaneously took one completely into her mouth AND managed to lick my taint, I lost it.
Without missing a beat, the masturbating mare grabbed the nearest bottle and capped my cock with it, far more gently than Mrs. Cake had (to my very great relief). As I came, though, not one mare even slowed down. If anything, the pace increased. As the clerk jerked faster, Aloe (let’s assume) began teasing my frenulum gently while she continued to swirl my balls with her tongue, and both Lotus and Spiral competed to see who could get me hotter without using an erogenous zone. I was in heaven.
Suffice it to say that when the last container was filled and the mares backed away, I was disappointed. Disappointed and more than a little dazed, actually. I stared into space long enough for Spiral to poke me with a hoof. “Master? We need to get going.”
As I blinked myself back into reality, I sighed. “Yes, we do.”
I stood and addressed the spa staff. “You four. You are going to hypnotize every customer to come through that door. Take advantage of the spa’s relaxation. I want you to suggest to each of them that they’re awfully horny, and that it’s perfectly normal to fix that, that they shouldn’t fight it. If anypony seems to be resisting that suggestion, feed them some of my cum. Don’t let anypony remember the anything but a lovely, normal trip to the spa. Finally, if any of Twilight Sparkle’s friends turn up—Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, or Twilight herself, touch their head with a hoof and hypnotize them that way. You can only do that once each, but I doubt that’s going to be a problem. Everypony understand?” All four nodded. “Good. Wake in sixty seconds.”
I turned back to Spiral. “Come on, let’s get home.”
She nodded and followed me as I headed out the back. No sooner had we stepped out the door than a flash of light overhead caused us each to jump and look up. I sighed with relief at Discord. Were it Celestia, I’m not sure what I’d have done.
Discord spoke, not sounding amused or happy at all. “Another distraction. Good. I mean, it’s not exactly new, just more horny ponies running around, but we’re holding off on that “raising the bar” thing I mentioned. And do you know why we’re holding off?”
I nodded. “Celestia.”
Discord shook his head. “No! No, because of Celesti—wait, that’s what you said, isn’t it? Fine, just take the wind out of my sails, see if I help you anymore.”
Crossing his arms in annoyance, the fickle draconequus turned his back on me, and vanished. My jaw dropped. I may have seemed panicked before, but now I was out of my mind! Facing down Celestia and no help from Discord? I’m not ashamed to say I lost my cool.
“Spiral, what are we going to do? If Discord’s not going to help us, there’s no telling what the princesses will do to me!” Frantic, I had my hands on her shoulders and was shaking my poor pet. Spiral just pointed behind me.
“Spectacular! Oh, that was marvelous!” Discord’s laughter from behind me caused me to jump, spinning in midair. Discord only laughed harder. I just sat, looking back and forth between my pet and… let’s face it, my master, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Spiral wrapped her forelegs around my neck, consoling me. I have to admit, it helped.
Finally, Discord calmed down enough to wipe a genuine tear of mirth from his eye and looked down at me. “That was delightful! At the risk of spoiling my own fun, though, relax! You’ve caused more chaos in a day than most ponies do in their whole lives.”
Discord vanished and reappeared next to me, with boxing gloves on and a towel he tossed around my neck. As he spoke, he shadow boxed, causing Spiral to duck and glare up at him. “As long as you’re entertaining, I’m in your corner, my boy! Fret not!”
The gloves vanished along with the towel, and Discord returned to his customary position above me. “And, being in your corner, it falls to me to ensure Celestia doesn’t ruin our fun. Like I said, I’m not raising the bar yet after all. Self-preservation for you is fun-preservation for me. So, here.”
Discord snapped a claw, and I immediately felt his power wash over me. Spiral’s expression told me she’d felt it too. The floating dragon-pony-thing continued. “That power is a disguise. A disguise so perfect, it’ll fool anypony—unless you blow it. Just say ‘monocracy,’ and you’ll look like any pony you want.”
I felt some of the stress fade from my tense withers. A Discord-level disguise should fool even Celestia herself, at least at first. This was perfect! The keyword was a weird pick, maybe, but it’s Discord; weird was the name of the game.
From nowhere, Discord pulled out a grandfather clock, holding it in one claw and peering suspiciously at the face. “Hmm… you two might want to get going, you know. You've got twenty minutes until that pesky pegasus gets to your little love shack, at most!” With that, Discord tossed the clock in the air and vanished.
In shock, I realized the massive timepiece was headed directly for my head, but before I could move, Spiral made a noble sacrifice, shoving her beloved master aside with a heartrending scream—only to have a tiny model clock bounce off her nose and fall to the ground harmlessly.
As the two of us blinked in confusion, Discord’s laughter rang in our ears.
I’d spent too much time enjoying myself at the spa. Telling myself that I’d needed that bit of fun to relax after the nightmare of hearing that Celestia was getting involved might’ve soothed me a bit if Spiral and I hadn’t had to run at a dead sprint from the spa the rest of the way back to the house. I didn’t foresee problems dealing with Rainbow Dash—of all of Twilight’s friends, I expected her to be the easiest to sucker, but if we weren’t there to do it, she’d go looking, and I didn’t want her to catch us near the spa, just in case.
I burst in the door, with Spiral right on my tail, and took a look at the clock on the wall. Five minutes to spare. We’d made it, and both of us let out a sigh of relief. As Spiral shut the door behind us, I headed into the kitchen and grabbed each of us a quick snack, most definitely not purchased from Sugarcube Corner. Besides the run working up an appetite, nothing dispels suspicion better than normalcy, and a couple sitting around having a snack is pretty ordinary.
We munched and regained our breath in silence until the knock came, along with a loud, “Anypony home?” Leave it to Dash to start yelling without even giving us a chance to get the door. I nodded to Spiral, and she got up to let Rainbow Dash in. I wanted the first thing Dash saw to meet her expectations, and I wasn’t it.
I heard their voices, muffled by distance and a wall as my pet led Rainbow Dash right to me. Spiral entered with a smile on her face, and gestured at me where I sat chewing. “And this is my coltfriend, Blank Sheet.”
Swallowing my last bite, I took to my hooves as manners dictated (though I’m sure Rainbow Dash wouldn’t have known manners if they bit her…), and gave a polite nod. “You must be Rainbow Dash. I’ve heard all about you, and we only just moved in!”
I tried to hide the slight blush I felt in my cheeks at Spiral calling me her coltfriend. It sounded… nice. What was wrong with me?
Rainbow Dash puffed out her chest, reacting exactly as I’d expected. “You have? Ha! About time ponies in this town realized just how awesome I am! Anyway, if you want, I’ll give you my autograph later, but right now, I gotta ask some questions. Some weird stuff’s been goin’ on in Ponyville, and Twilight thinks your hypnotist fillyfriend here might know something.”
The suspicion in Rainbow Dash’s voice was unmistakable. It sounded like I was off the hook, but Spiral had no such luck. Whatever. Between Spiral, myself, and the roof that kept Rainbow from getting out of reach, the egotistical blue pegasus wasn’t going to be a problem.
“I don’t mind answering some questions. Blank and I were out earlier, and we saw what you were talking about. I’ve never seen anything like it!” I was impressed by Spiral’s acting, and wondered briefly if she’d been such a good actress before becoming my pet, or if it was just the result of wanting so much to please and protect me. Either way, I was grateful for it.
Dash took to the air as much as the house’s ceiling would let her, forcing Spiral and me to peer up at her. A dominant position, but it wasn’t going to help her.
“So, you’re a hypnotist. All crystals, pocket watches, and spirals and stuff, right?” Dash’s tone of voice made clear that she thought it was a load of crap, which suited me fine. The less she believed, the easier it’d be to put her under. Spiral, however, seemed less pleased, and huffed a bit as she answered.
“It’s much more complicated than that, but yes. I’m a hypnotist.” Spiral’s nose was high in the air, but I couldn’t tell if it was to look at Rainbow Dash, or because she was insulted and feeling snippy. Either way, Dash was no more respectful as she continued.
“If you are, then prove it—on your coltfriend.” Rainbow crossed her forelegs in the air, and wore a smug expression.
I had no idea what this was supposed to prove. Was Rainbow really so stupid she’d gotten sidetracked on whether or not hypnosis was real? Had she forgotten Discord messing with her very own mind in the past?
Spiral looked to me for guidance. She probably didn’t want to risk putting me under without permission, but it didn’t bother me. Between what I’d done to her and what Discord had, I knew she wouldn’t take advantage. “It’s fine, Spiral. Just don’t humiliate me in front of Ponyville’s best flier!” I gave both mares my best smile and sat back down to let Spiral get to work.
Spiral walked over, her horn glowing as she approached. Before she was even next to me, I felt myself slipping away into warm, comfortable relaxation. Again, I marveled at just how beautiful Spiral’s horn was, and how soothing her voice, but this time I just let it happen. She sounded miles away, but hearing her made me smile from ear to ear.
“Deeper and deeper… just relax, and listen. You feel wonderful, comfy… not a care in the world.”
I felt myself sag to the floor, one of Spiral’s forelegs lowering me slowly so I didn’t get hurt or startled out of my trance. If that lovely voice said I didn’t have any problems, then I didn’t. I let her lay me down, pondering just how goofy my face must look before I slipped so fully away that I pondered nothing at all.
Minutes later, or maybe hours for all I knew at the time, I blinked and looked around, confused until it all came back to me. Spiral certainly looked pleased with herself as she waved a hoof toward the couch.
“Welcome back! I got that pushy pony under for you. She’s ready to do anything now.” Spiral leaned toward me, obviously hoping for a reward. I smiled, and gave her a hug, causing her to squee happily in my against my chest.
“Good work. And not just about Dash; I feel like a million bits. I needed that. In fact, I feel so much better after that little break, I’m going to let you do the honors, Spiral, after I set the rules at least.” As I walked over to the mindless—more mindless—pegasus, I saw Spiral positively puff up with pride at my praise, and if I’m not mistaken, her tail even twitched a little in excitement at the reward. I really needed to ask about her past at some point.
I poked Rainbow in the head to take her deeper. Remembering how she’d annoyed Spiral, I pressed a bit harder, the way I had when I was struggling to get Spiral under, and kept the hoof on Dash’s cheek until it looked like she wasn’t in there at all. Whatever Spiral wanted to do with Rainbow Dash was going to go off without a hitch; I made sure of it.
“Rainbow, when you wake up, you’re going to be back in Cloudsdale, at the Wonderbolt training camp. No pony is around right now except you, Soarin, and Spitfire. Since you want to be a Wonderbolt so very, very badly, you won’t even think to challenge anything Spitfire or Soarin say. You’ll obey without question, and anything they say, you take as fact. But, each time you obey, and each time you hear a title—Ms., ma’am, whatever—the hornier you’ll get. Got it?”
I heard a faint breath pass Rainbow Dash’s lips, and saw the slightest hint of a nod. Good enough. I walked back over toward Spiral. It was about time we tried Discord’s newest gift.
“Monocracy,” I said, and the next thing I knew, green flames flickered up around me, causing Spiral and me both to jump, startled. Was Discord the origin of changelings? As I looked down, though, I saw clear as day that the transformation had worked. I was Soarin, nose to hooves. Spiral said the keyword, and when the flames died around her, instead of my cute, blue maned unicorn, a pegasus with hair like flame stood there.
I leaned in and spoke softly, not wanting Dash to pick up on what I was saying. “She’s all yours.” That was as far as I got before we both blinked in surprise. I even had Soarin’s voice! “I’ll sit back here and pipe up when needed. It didn’t look like you appreciated her tone earlier. Now’s your chance.”
Spiral nodded, and I called out to Dash. “Wake up, Rainbow Dash.”
At first, all Dash did was stretch and yawn—when she caught sight of “Spitfire” and “Soarin” nearby, however, she yelped and jumped to attention, saluting nervously.
“I didn’t see you two! Anything you need? Anything I can do for you, ma’am?”
Spiral-Spitfire nodded and stepped toward the slightly flustered blue pegasus. “Actually, Ms. Dash, we were looking for you.” As Spiral spoke, she circled Rainbow intimidatingly, like nothing so much as a drill sergeant keeping a private off balance. Perfect. “We’ve been hearing some interesting rumors about you.”
Rainbow was already at attention, but perked up even further at the notion that her idols had taken particular interest. “Really, ma’am?”
Spiral nodded and stopped in front of Dash to explain. “Some, most really, of the recruits have been calling you a fillyfooler, Ms. Dash. I simply wanted to see if you had anything to say on the topic.”
Looking shocked, Rainbow bristled, but managed to stay at attention, despite barking her reply angrily. “I’m not a fillyfooler!”
Spiral nodded and resumed circling. “Could you please repeat that, Ms. Dash?”
Rainbow nodded and spoke with more calm, but no less resolve. “I’m not a fillyfooler, ma’am!”
Spiral halted behind Rainbow, and took a close look at the mare’s hindquarters. “Then why, Ms. Dash, are you wet right now?”
From my perspective a few feet away, I hadn’t been able to see, but as often as “Ms.” and “Ma’am” had been tossed around, I wasn’t surprised that Rainbow Dash had gotten wet. By now, she was probably fairly significantly horny. I had to admit—if nothing else, I was impressed with Rainbow’s ability to keep herself in check when she thought she had to.
She was not, however, doing a very good job of hiding her mortified expression. She forced herself to close her gaping mouth, but the embarrassment remained visible in her eyes.
Spiral moved back in front of Dash, frowning at her failure to reply, and pressed while Rainbow Dash was still off guard. “Answer me.”
Her voice cracking a bit, and with her eyes turned away, Rainbow finally responded. “I don’t know.”
Spiral wasn’t about to accept that, and stepped back into Rainbow’s line of sight. “Am I turning you on, Ms. Dash?”
“I don’t know, ma’am.” What a stubborn mare—by now, I could see the juices running down her hind legs. No one was fooled.
“Spitfire” pressed her forehead right against Rainbow Dash’s and looked her right in the eyes. “I am, aren’t I?”
Clearly ashamed, Dash finally admitted it. “Yes, ma’am.”
Spiral pulled back and smiled like a wolf, but the time for playing bad cop was over. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Ms. Dash. Tell you what… I’ll help you a little.”
Rainbow’s eyes bulged so comically I had to feign a cough so I could look away and keep my smirk out of view. Spiral was handling this masterfully—no point in ruining the fun.
“B-but I’m not a fillyfooler, ma’am!”
Spiral nodded and slipped into the role of good cop. “I know that, Ms. Dash. But that doesn’t mean you can’t play both sides.” With a foreleg, Spiral patted Dash’s cheek reassuringly.
Dash continued to protest. “B-but I’m…”
Spiral’s patting hoof moved around to rest on Rainbow’s lips. “You’re not a fillyfooler, Ms. Dash. Or at least, you’re not just a fillyfooler. But you do like mares.”
Expressed as fact, the rules I’d burned into Rainbow’s mind assured that what Spiral had just said was incontestable truth. Rainbow Dash nodded.
Finally, Spiral turned to me, then glanced down between my legs. Rainbow may have had triggers turning her on, but as for me, seeing my pet so perfectly handle this stubborn pegasus had my erection raging without any need for mind control.
“It looks like you’ve gotten poor Soarin horny, Ms. Dash. This is a perfect chance to prove you’re just as much into the stallions as the mares. Go on. Suck him for me. Suck him for yourself.”
I had to bite my lip at the corniness of that last line, but between the command etched in her brain to obey Spitfire, and her own arousal, it worked just fine on Rainbow. She practically scrambled to get her head between my legs. I barely even had time to sit to make it easier on her. Rainbow began frantically, trying to fit as much of my shaft into her mouth as possible without any sort of foreplay. For a moment, I was disappointed, but then the suction began, and all I could do was lean back and moan. Maybe she wasn’t so bad at this after all.
As Rainbow’s head bobbed up and down in front of me, Spiral continued. “Much better, Ms. Dash. Now, I’m sure you’re getting even hornier, aren’t you? You want somepony to start pleasing you really badly, I’m sure. Listen to me. I can help you with your problem, but you need to finish my friend first. Poor Soarin’s going to unload, and you’re going to swallow the whole thing—then I’ll take good care of you.”
I could tell just when Spiral’s goading got through to Rainbow. The mare’s tongue came into play at last, and I sighed happily. This was Spiral’s show, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t give an order or two myself. “Hey, Rainbow. Spread your wings.”
Instantly, Rainbow Dash’s wings shot up, one on each side of my head. Dash might not have had Fluttershy’s looks, or even Holly’s, but her wings were certainly strong and beautiful. As she continued to lick my shaft, I ran my tongue along one of her extended wings, and the pegasus moaned into my lap. Strong, beautiful, and apparently very sensitive wings. Fantastic.
By that point, Rainbow had actually begun to get my flare almost into her throat. Despite the pleasure nearly leaving me helpless, I wrapped a foreleg around one of her wings, and continued licking up and down, greatly enjoying the feeling of vibration her moans caused my penis. When I nibbled a bit, Rainbow actually whimpered. Between my dick in her hot mouth, a beautiful wing in mine, and hearing the headstrong mare whimpering helplessly, I finally shot my load, using my free foreleg to hold her head in place. She put up no fight at all, and while she lost some of the cum, she was definitely making every effort to swallow it down.
Spiral smiled as Rainbow began lapping up what had gotten away. I could easily see in Rainbow’s eyes that the semen was hitting her just as hard as it had hit Applejack, Redheart, and all the ponies to get a taste in their baked goods. There was no way she’d put up any more resistance.
As Rainbow finished licking up what she’d lost and looked around dreamily to determine just who or what to fuck, Spiral walked over and lay a hoof on her withers, speaking in a congratulatory tone. “Good job, Ms. Dash. You’re a natural. Now, lay down on your back. I promised, after all.”
Rainbow Dash may have rushed to get at my cock moments before, but affected by my seed and horny as hell anyway, she absolutely flung herself on the floor and looked back and forth between Spiral and me, whining slightly that we weren’t already busy with her. Her juices ran freely into her tail and onto the floor. I’m pretty sure she’d have said yes to anypony.
Spiral pressed a hoof to Rainbow’s sex, and the pegasus pushed up hard, gasping at the sensation. “You really want this, don’t you, Ms. Dash? But so do I.” As she moved to lower her own sex over Rainbow’s muzzle, Spiral flicked her currently orange tail, deliberately swatting Rainbow’s cheek. I grinned. Spiral was proving to be intelligent, resourceful, powerful in her own right, and just a bit vengeful. It was kind of cute, really.
“A bit of this for a bit of that, Ms. Dash.” With no further explanation, the mock Spitfire lowered her nether lips to Rainbow’s face, and began licking between Rainbow’s as well. Rainbow stiffened instantly, already so on edge that a single lick had sent her over the edge. Spiral took her time, but with Rainbow Dash’s frenzied licking, was gasping herself in only seconds.
I let the mares enjoy each other, fiery orange and yellow hovering over blue with rainbow streaks, just watching the show for several minutes. After Rainbow Dash’s fifth orgasm and Spiral’s second, however, I began to feel left out, and walked over, my shaft already ready for more.
Spiral was still aware enough to notice, and seeing my rod by her face, she smiled and gave it a quick kiss before getting up off of Dash and turning around. The seconds-long pause was enough to make Rainbow whimper once more. As Spiral lowered herself to place her pussy on top of Rainbow’s, the lower mare began to rub frantically, taking whatever pleasure she could.
I lowered myself onto Spiral’s back, pushing my cock between the four lips below, and began sliding it back and forth, earning a happy sigh from my pet, and an elated scream of pleasure from the pegasus below. Dash bucked even more frantically at the hard object that lay over her slit, never considering trying to move to get it in. With a grin, I began pumping harder, and had a wicked idea. Spiral had to obey me, and at the moment, Dash was so horny and so obedient I could probably get away with normally impossible commands on her, too.
“Both of you, count to ten, and when you hit it, cum like crazy, and just keep coming over and over until I say stop.” Spiral’s eyes widened in shock, but I knew that when it was over, she’d be happy. The counting started, with Spiral’s voice breathy and faint, and Rainbow’s louder, but slurred by her cum and passion fogged mind.
“Nine… Ni-ine! Ten! Te—ahhh!” Both mares screamed in pleasure, and I pulled my cock from between them, jamming into Spiral as her thrashing hips rammed back against me. Both mares writhed and seized on the floor, neither in true control of her body, as I pumped myself to the edge of orgasm in mock-Spitfire’s tight, spasming pussy. As I reached the edge of my own orgasm, I yanked my dick out and slammed it hard into Rainbow Dash, who screamed even louder as I pumped far more jizz into her than her pussy could’ve hoped to hold. More and more streamed out, and I collapsed on top of the still screaming mares, spent, and letting my cock and balls do their own thing inside the athletic blue pegasus.
At last, I gave the command for them to stop, and both the real and faux pegasi stopped screaming and lay gasping for air. Feebly, Spiral kept up her role. “Good job, Ms. Dash…”
With effort, I pulled out and stood. After all she’d endured, Rainbow still whined at the loss of my lovely dick, and I smirked, remembering how I’d had to tie Applejack to the cart in the end. Enough was enough though. I walked over beside Rainbow Dash and knelt, taking one last nip at her wing and snickering at her hopeful response before tapping her in the head and sending her back under. “Get up and clean yourself up, Rainbow Dash. Then leave and go about your business. If anypony asks, Spiral was so obviously not the source of chaos in town that after a few questions, you went to Cloudsdale and had “fun” with Spitfire and Soarin—not that you’ll ever tell what sort of fun it was. Go on.”
Rainbow took to her hooves sluggishly and unsteadily, her back half so wracked with pleasure from moments before that walking was difficult. I frowned a bit as she thoughtlessly leaked my cum behind her, but there was no helping that. With Rainbow out of sight, I muttered the keyword for our disguises again, and returned to myself. Spiral did the same, and beamed a gleeful smile my way.
“That was fun, Master!”
I leaned over and stroked her sweaty mane happily. “You did great, Spiral. It was a fluke that you moved in when you did, but I couldn’t have picked a better pet if I tried.”
Spiral cuddled up to me, more like an affectionate cat than a girl in love, and I smiled down at her.
I let Spiral stay cuddled up with me on the floor until Dash flapped her way out of the house and into the distance. As cute as she was curled up with her head against my side, though, I couldn’t forget that Celestia was getting involved now, and we had to be ready to take advantage of opportunities. Reluctantly, I rose, telling her we had to get cleaned up. When Spiral asked permission, oh so sweetly, to lick me clean, I almost agreed—before remembering that the drying semen left on my finally deflated dick would probably leave her too horny to be useful. Neither of us were happy at the realization, but I had a perfect way to make it up to her.
“How about this, Spiral? Instead of licking, we’ll both get in the tub. You can clean me off in there.”
Bullseye. Spiral’s eyes lit up, and she grabbed one of my forelegs with both of hers, pulling me to the bathroom on her hind legs as I hobbled along on three.
“Come on! This way! Let’s use the bathroom that pegasus wasn’t in; I bet she left a mess!” And so I was dragged bodily to a tub by the mare who usually took orders so meekly.
The bath itself was mostly uneventful, honestly, if you can call being told to hold still while a soapy mare rubs her body all over yours “uneventful.” I had to remind Spiral twice that if she got me off, we’d get messy all over again. Both times, she pouted. Both times, a simple kiss had her cuddling me in the water again, her dark blue mane plastered to her cute, smiling face as she lay on top of me. It was all I could do not to take her again in the bath. Thank you, Zecora, for making such constant erections a possibility.
After fooling around in the tub for at least an hour, Spiral and I forced ourselves out, though she insisted on getting out and drying off first—so she could have the “fun” of toweling me off herself. When I asked just what was fun about that, her only answer was to plant a kiss on my muzzle and get back to work. Perhaps Spiral was getting a bit too familiar, but as long as she remained obedient, I saw no harm in letting her continue.
We had just stepped out of the bathroom, all shiny and clean when there was another knock at the door. Again, I had Spiral get it for the sake of appearances, but when she returned this time, I heard no voices at all until she came back around the corner.
“It looks like the spa idea worked, Master. Special delivery!”
Behind the ever cheerful Spiral walked Rarity and Fluttershy, apparently both still entranced from their visit to the spa. I cursed internally at not having thought of that—what if somepony had seen them? Though my tension definitely increased at the realization, there was nothing I could do about it now.
I walked over to where the mares stood staring blankly and whispered to Spiral. “I hadn’t really expected to get two at a time… but this gives me an idea. We’re going to let Fluttershy take the lead this time, Spiral.”
Spiral looked at me like I was crazy, and I grinned back at her. “Trust me, it’ll be fun. Just back me up, and when Fluttershy starts in on Rarity, play along.”
Still dubious, Spiral nodded and whispered back, “If you say so, Master.”
Still grinning, I sat so I could more easily touch each mare’s head at once. No point taking chances. “Fluttershy, after the wonderful job Spiral did with your assertiveness, you wanted to get help for your dear friend Rarity, too. All those tears, all that drama—you’re sure there’s something wrong, and you wanted us to help the poor dear. Coming here was entirely your idea.” I paused a moment, remembering my earlier resolution to leave Fluttershy alone. My eyes settled on her wings, though, and my resolve vanished into thin air. Well, I could always change my mind a second time. “And, seeing things being done to Rarity, especially vulgar things, makes you more and more eager to try them yourself.
“Rarity, whatever Fluttershy says about you is completely true, even if you don’t realize it. If you try it, though, there’s no question that Fluttershy is right, and you’ve been lying to yourself all along. In fact, you’ll enjoy it too much to resist. No matter how awkward things get, you can’t bring yourself to leave when Fluttershy went to all this trouble for you. Do you both understand?”
Both mares nodded, and Spiral looked like she was getting the idea. “Good. Wake up.”
Fluttershy and Rarity blinked for a moment as the suggestions set in. After just a second or two, Fluttershy looked at Spiral and smiled. “Oh, thank you so much for agreeing to see us on such short notice, Spiral Dream. Your help with me was just so wonderful, I really wanted you to try to help my friend Rarity.” Wearing a completely trusting smile, Fluttershy gestured to the white unicorn beside her. Giving her my first close look, I was more than impressed—Rarity didn’t need wings to be stunning.
Playing the gracious host, Spiral nodded. “Please, just Spiral is fine. We’re all friends here, right? Rarity, what exactly is it you need help with?”
The lovely white unicorn let out an exaggerated sigh. “Well, Fluttershy here has become completely convinced that something is wrong. So I cry a bit now and then. There’s nothing wrong with being passionate is there darling?”
Switching roles to the reassuring professional, Spiral shook her head. “Nothing at all, Rarity, unless the crying or anxiety interfere with your work or your relationships. Would you say they do?”
Rarity looked a bit shifty as she replied. “Well… not ordinarily. I mean, now and then, maybe I go a bit too far, but it’s only because I want things to be perfect!”
Spiral nodded in understanding. “Would you say you sometimes let the perfect be the enemy of the good, Rarity?”
Rarity blinked in surprise. “Darling, if it’s not perfect, then good just isn’t good enough!” She lifted her nose in the air a touch as she continued, truly an elegant, prideful mare. “My customers demand the very best, and I can give them no less!”
Spiral nodded again. “I think I understand. When you’re not working, do you let your standards relax enough to blow off steam?”
Again, Rarity gave that shifty look. “Well… no, I suppose I don’t…”
Fluttershy had been silent and still throughout the whole exchange, but finally lifted a hoof to place on Rarity’s shoulders supportively. “It’s okay, Rarity. Spiral and Blank Sheet are good ponies. I’m sure they can help.”
Spiral nodded and I smiled at Fluttershy’s praise. The poor thing had no idea what was going on.
“Well, Rarity,” Spiral began, I think we can help you, but honestly, hypnosis might not be the best thing for you here. I think you should go into this with your eyes open, literally and figuratively! I know just what to do for you, but we’re going to need Fluttershy’s help, too.”
Startled and suddenly a bit uncomfortable looking, Fluttershy took to the air by about six inches and pointed at herself. Those lovely wings…
“Me?”
Spiral nodded. “My coltfriend here isn’t a hypnotist, but he has studied psychology! Blank, sweetie, will you take Fluttershy aside and explain the plan?”
It was my turn to be startled. Maybe Spiral hadn’t understood as well as I’d thought, or maybe she was just trying to let me in on the fun. No matter, ad libbing wouldn’t be a problem. “This way, Fluttershy, we’ll talk in the kitchen.”
The yellow pegasus flapped along behind me as we left the room, and I heard Spiral and Rarity start to chat about fashion behind us. Once out of earshot, I turned back to Fluttershy. “Alright, Fluttershy. I’m sorry to ask this of you, but if Spiral thinks hypnosis is the wrong choice, we need to use somepony Rarity trusts. She just met us, so it needs to be you. Don’t worry, we’ll be right there, helping the whole time.
Fluttershy nodded, but didn’t look at all confident. “Um… okay, but what do I do?”
I gave a sigh, as if the words were hard for me to speak. “You break her down, slowly. The problem is that she never lets herself go. She never takes a break. You need to gently drag her from her high place down to the ground. It’s going to be hard on everypony, Fluttershy, but Rarity needs to be completely broken before she can build herself up again. It’s the only way she’ll enjoy life without torturing herself. Can you do it?”
Fluttershy looked horrified. “I… I don’t know! It sounds so awful!”
I nodded and tried to put on a pained expression myself. “It’s going to be rough, Fluttershy. The roughest way will be the fastest, though, and the least pain in the end, but it’ll be harder on you today. If you can take her step by step from prim to completely wanton, we can probably wrap this up in just a single session. This is for Rarity’s sake.”
Fluttershy blushed at the idea of Rarity behaving wantonly and seemed more uncomfortable. I briefly considered reaching up to tap her head, when apparently the assertiveness from earlier in the day tipped the scales. “I’ll do it.”
I smiled encouragingly. “You’re a brave mare, Fluttershy. Start slow and build up. Or build down, I guess.”
Fluttershy and I returned to the living room to find Rarity sitting primly and talking with Spiral as if she were an old friend. “…I was so outraged that I ran right back up the stairs and stomped that glass slipper to bits!”
Spiral and Rarity shared a laugh, and I smiled as I re-entered. Spiral was earning Rarity’s trust, which suited me well. Approaching the mares, I addressed the purple maned beauty. “Alright, Rarity, Fluttershy’s agreed to this. I need you to remember that it’s going to be as hard on her as it is on you, but it’ll get easier, and in the end, you’ll be a happier mare for it. She’s going to simply say things about you. Some of them may be hurtful, but that doesn’t mean they’re not true. Accepting the reality is important. Are you ready?”
Rarity looked a little vexed at the idea of sitting and being insulted, but when she looked past me and saw Fluttershy’s pleading eyes, she was forced to relent. “Very well. I trust Fluttershy, and Spiral’s convinced me you’re quite professional in this field. I’ll cooperate.”
Apparently wanting to get it behind her, Fluttershy began unprompted. “Um, Rarity… I… I bet you like kissing mares.”
Well, I did say to start slow. Rarity’s expression told me she didn’t consider it anything like a slow start as she jumped to her hooves, frowning. “Fluttershy! You know very well that I’ve been seeking the perfect stallion for years now!”
Fluttershy nodded, and to my surprise, she was able to throw it right back. “You like kissing stallions, too. Um… even if you don’t know them.”
Rarity’s jaw dropped, far wider than I’d have imagined it could have. I made a mental note to put that to use if I ever got the chance, but for now, Spiral had moved to stand next to Rarity and was planting kisses on her open mouth.
Rarity tried to protest, but Spiral wouldn’t be put off. “I—what do you—mmph!” Rarity wasn’t exactly returning kisses, but she’d stopped trying to push Spiral aside. I joined in, and the resistance started all over, but died even more quickly as I planted kisses along her muzzle while Spiral toyed with Rarity’s tongue. I gestured for Fluttershy to continue.
“Um… you… Um. You really enjoy looking at stallions’… oh my. At their penises.” Rarity squawked her displeasure into Spiral’s mouth, and Fluttershy was blushing horribly, but she was getting the job done. And maybe it was just me, but she already seemed to be breathing a little harder.
Between the attention I was lavishing on Rarity’s face, and seeing Fluttershy’s magnificent wings flapping away above me, I was more than hard enough for Rarity to be able to see if she wanted. I broke off for just a moment to check. Sure enough, Rarity’s eyes had wandered to my crotch. If anything, I got even harder.
We kept the kissing up while Rarity stared at my stallionhood for several moments. When no further statements came from Fluttershy, I glanced her direction to find her, too, staring at my cock. I smiled as best I could while continuing to kiss, stealing Rarity’s mouth from Spiral to slide my own tongue in. Spiral kissed her way up to Rarity’s ear and back, and Rarity simply turned from white to bright red. Red was no less lovely on her.
Eventually, I waved for Fluttershy to continue again, apparently startling her out of her reverie. “Oh! Um… Uh… y-you like touching stallion’s p-penises, too, Rarity. And mares’ s-sexes, too.” Poor thing. At this point, there was no question Fluttershy was both mortified and horribly turned on, but on she went, like a brave little trooper.
On I went, too, leaning Rarity back into a sitting position and guiding one of her hooves to my dick as Spiral guided another to her own genitals. Rarity didn’t make moving her hooves easy, but as soon as she felt cock or gash underhoof, she gave up—more than that, she moaned. As I guided her hoof up and down my shaft, finally Rarity began to return the kisses Spiral and I gave her, panting for breath as she did. I stroked Rarity’s mane gently, as encouragement, and saw her start to rub Spiral without being made to. It looked like we were hitting the point of no return.
Fluttershy landed before continuing, and was breathing unmistakably heavily as she thought of the next step in breaking Rarity down. “R-Rarity? You want to taste them b-both. You l-love the taste of se—um, juices from ponies.”
Rarity actually shook her head and managed to protest weakly, breaking off my long kiss. “Fluttershy whatever has gotten into you? I admit I—”
I cut Rarity off by gathering a dollop of my precum and sticking my hoof into her mouth. That alone wouldn’t be enough to send her into the breeding frenzy other ponies had endured, but it would leave her hazy-minded enough for protests to be more difficult. The effect was instant, but it wasn’t my leakage; it was Fluttershy’s assertion: Rarity sounded like she’d just tasted an especially delicious chocolate and began licking at my hoof, trying to make sure she missed none of it. Good thing I’d bathed after the run home…
Spiral took my action as a cue, and pushed Rarity’s own hoof, wet with Spiral’s drippings, to Rarity’s face. The good stuff was gone from mine, and Rarity switched to her own hoof with the eagerness of a child, extending her pink tongue and “Mmm”ing happily at the taste. I looked between Rarity’s legs for a progress report from her body. Yep. Dripping wet.
The hooves had given Fluttershy another idea. “Rarity, you’re not really as proud as you always act. You like licking ponies hooves.” It sounded like Fluttershy was getting over her embarrassment, but what was that noise from over there?
Rarity’s blush deepened as she licked her hoof, but that wasn’t good enough. I gently pulled Rarity’s head toward the ground, forcing her muzzle near my other forehoof. With it in her face, Rarity didn’t resist, and began kissing at my hoof immediately, and running her tongue along my fetlock. Sure, it wasn’t the most sensitive spot to be licked, but seeing this posh, grandiose mare licking away at my hooves was still a huge turn on.
The noise continued from where Fluttershy sat, and looking over I found the grounded pegasus masturbating while she watched Rarity degrade herself with a pair of strangers. Though the words seemed to come easily enough, getting them out was proving difficult as Fluttershy gasped in pleasure of her own creation. “Y—you want to… ah… to bury your muzzle in a mare, Rarity!”
I blinked. That was a pretty big jump. I imagine Fluttershy had hit her own point of no return, and was having Rarity act out what Fluttershy was dreaming of as she jilled off. Hey, whatever got the job done.
Spiral heard her cue and moved around toward Rarity’s head, turning her tail toward the flushed white unicorn. Rarity did manage to protest a bit, though she sounded far less convinced than she had earlier. “N-now see here, there are limits! I—”
Rarity had pretty much been speaking directly into Spiral’s vagina. With a mischievous smirk, I just pushed her face right in, getting Rarity’s entire muzzle into Spiral’s wet canal. With a gasp of pleasure, Spiral pushed back, driving Rarity’s face further in.
Rarity struggled for just a moment, but opening her mouth got her the air she needed, and to her embarrassment, she found that that really was where she wanted her face to be. Rarity rooted around pressing her dainty nose against Spiral’s inner walls. It didn’t take long before I saw a smile form on Rarity’s face—the part of it not buried in Spiral, at least.
With nothing to do at the time, I walked over to Fluttershy, my erection raging beneath me, and whispered in the masturbating mare’s ear.
“Oh! Tha—ah… that’s a good idea! Thank you so mu—uch! Rarity, st—standing up like that is to—o good for you. You want to be on the ground with your nose in Spiral!”
Spiral took her cue and lowered herself to the ground, leaving Rarity’s face sopping wet above. Rarity made no attempt to protest this time, and just dropped down to the ground to get her nose back into Spiral.
This was getting to be far more than I could handle without some kind of release. Luckily, it seemed like Fluttershy felt similarly. “You want it Rarity! Umm… ‘it?’ To be… Oh m-my…” Fluttershy finally blurted it out, far louder than I think she intended, and with not a single stammer. “You want a stallion fucking you as hard as he can, right now!”
I was perfectly happy to oblige. I stepped behind Rarity and with a little difficulty, managed to get my cock into her despite her low position. She was far enough gone that she actually did raise her hips just a bit, allowing me to sink my shaft past her lips and well inside. I began ramming away roughly, driving Rarity’s nose deeper into Spiral’s body over and over, enjoying the tight warmth of Rarity’s soaking vagina, and the sound of her elegant, lady-like voice moaning wantonly into Spiral’s.
Spiral came first, screaming her delight as she twitched and contracted around Rarity’s muzzle. From my angle, I was even able to see her gush, splattering juice all over Rarity’s muzzle. The white unicorn seemed delighted, and drove herself deeper into Spiral on each of my thrusts, prolonging my pet’s screams, and each time I pulled out, Rarity slammed her flanks up and back, forcing me back in. There was no trace of refinement in her anymore. Except perhaps for her cutie mark, I doubt anypony who knew her would believe this was Rarity.
Fluttershy, though, wasn’t done, and neither Rarity nor I had come. “R-Rarity? You waaahnt it squirted inside you! Inside you, and on your back, and in your hair! All over!”
Once again, I looked at Fluttershy in astonishment. Thanks to Zecora’s potion, I actually could manage that order, but to think it came from sweet, demure… sweet, demure, lying on her side with both hooves wedged into her crotch… Fluttershy was quite a surprise. Nonetheless, I rose to the challenge.
Thrusting faster, I felt Rarity begin to tighten around my stallionhood as I continued to shove her muzzle into the still moaning Spiral. At last, Rarity clamped down hard, and I thrust as deeply as I could, bottoming out roughly and pushing us both to our climaxes. As Rarity screamed her delight, muffled in Spiral’s muff, I moaned and began to shoot deep inside. After a few shots that I was sure would find their way to her womb, I pulled out, spraying my cum in Rarity’s tail, whiting out a cutie mark, and gluing some of her gorgeous mane to her juice soaked face. Rarity herself lay panting on the ground, smiling ear to ear at these new, wonderful sensations. I collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
Spiral, first to come, was also first to recover, and noticed Fluttershy’s state. Though she was rubbing herself desperately, she hadn’t been able to come at all. With the commands to get more and more aroused at what happened to Rarity, the yellow mare and worked herself nearly into a lather, but couldn’t go the last steps.
Spiral wobbled over to the poor thing and stroked her mane. As soon as Fluttershy realized Spiral was so near, she looked up pleadingly. “P-please! I’m so close! I w-want him in me so much!”
I could see the sympathy on Spiral’s face as she looked to me and asked on Fluttershy’s behalf. “Think you can go another round, sweetie? Fluttershy’s about to cry…”
I lay on the ground and remembered my resolution not to fuck the innocent pegasus. I had put her in this state, though, and now it’d be crueler by far to leave her. Somehow, with Fluttershy, I cared. Levering myself to my feet, I nodded silently and walked over.
Hovering over the desperately horny pegasus, I asked how she wanted it. My still hard dick dangled just inches from Fluttershy’s face.
“H-however y-you want! Just please! D-don’t make me wait anymore! I nodded and walked around behind as Spiral helped Fluttershy to her hooves. Thinking about the kind of mare Fluttershy was, as well as the troubles facing me, I had an idea—one that would make this much happier for her later, and that would soothe my conscience if it ever acted up.
After making sure Rarity was still too far gone to notice, I reached forward and touched Fluttershy’s head, dropping her back under my control. Spiral cocked her head curiously as I began to talk to Fluttershy. “Fluttershy, you’re always calling yourself ‘Mommy’ around your critters, but the truth is, you have no foals of your own. You’ve always wanted them—in fact, just the idea of being pregnant makes you happier than anything else in the world. You don’t need a husband, you just need a swelled belly, but the stallion who finally gives you what you want will be dear to you forever. You’d never let anything bad happen to him.”
Spiral’s eyes had gone a little dark during the commands, as if she disapproved—maybe as if she feared replacement, but it was too late now. I’d have to talk with her later.
I woke Fluttershy, and the difference in her demeanor was immediately noticeable. “P-please, Blank Sheet! I want it inside! You’ve been so kind to Rarity! Won’t you give me foals of my own?”
Smiling, I mounted her. If the fertility effects of Zecora’s potion were as strong as all the others, there was no question Fluttershy would have her wish. “Sure, Fluttershy. You’ll make a great mom. Hey, do me a favor. Spread your wings?”
Fluttershy smiled back at me and obliged, stroking my face with her feathers. I pushed in.
“Ouch!” Fluttershy cried out as soon as my flare passed her lips, and I cursed softly. Nopony else had been, so I assumed Fluttershy wouldn’t be a virgin either—foolish of me.
I tried to speak soothingly to Fluttershy, to explain it was going to hurt the first time, but Spiral cut me off. “I can fix this,” she said as she moved to stand in front of Fluttershy. “Just look at my horn…”
Spiral’s horn began to glow, and I saw Fluttershy’s eye-lids sag a bit. Spiral continued. “Relax your vagina completely, Fluttershy, but stay standing. Don’t go under. Just listen. Sex doesn’t hurt. Blank Sheet’s dick inside you feels wonderful, and all you can think of is that, and the babies he’s going to give you.” Spiral paused. “And how much you adore him for it.”
I started to open my mouth, but Spiral waved a hoof to cut me off. Fluttershy’s eyes were only a little glassy, and her nod had far more assurance than any of our past victims had. Satisfied, Spiral looked back at me and nodded. I thrust hard.
There was no question that Fluttershy’s maidenhead tore. I sank halfway to the hilt, but the only sound to come from the mare impaled on my cock was a happy sigh. Relieved, I began to move inside her, and sooner than I would’ve expected, Fluttershy began to push back. As I rode Fluttershy’s flanks, Spiral moved over to the slowly recovering Rarity and put her back under, murmuring something about getting rest after such a wild afternoon.
I kept pushing into Fluttershy’s slick entrance, managing to drive just a hair deeper each time she pushed back, blazing a new trail in flesh completely unused to being spread. Fluttershy had begun panting again, and was pushing back harder and harder, practically trying to force my cock into her womb itself.
“D-deeper! Please, Blank Sheet! I want it all the way inside. I want your foals!” Fluttershy’s tongue had begun to hang out of her mouth as I fucked her roughly, but still pregnancy was on her mind. I kept going, and began to lick at one of her wings, as I had with Rainbow. Fluttershy moaned in pleasure, and her front legs gave out, sending us both toppling forward, but she kept her hind legs stiff as rods—the unexpected shift just drove my cock the last inch or two, and I bottomed out.
With a wing in my mouth and my meat so far into her it was pushing against a wall, Fluttershy tensed and came, hard. As her insides twitched and grasped at my dick, I too let loose. There was no pulling out this time. I shot every spurt as deep into her body as it would go, filling her quickly, and more besides. As seed leaked from her, the two of us fell over at last, joined as deeply as I’d been joined with any of Equestria’s beauties, and Fluttershy passed out.
Spiral wandered over as I lay catching my breath and nuzzling Fluttershy’s wing. Her look was just a bit dangerous, I think. “Hey… Master? Do you like her better?”
My cock still buried in Fluttershy, and feathers against my cheek, this was probably the worst time for such a question, but I answered honestly. Spiral of all ponies deserved honesty. “No, Spiral. I’ve got a huge boner for wings, and Fluttershy’s as beautiful as pegasi come. I’d be happy to have her again, but you? You are an absolutely perfect pet. I wouldn’t trade you for all the pegasi in the world. I just wouldn’t mind having both, that’s all.”
I think my nervous grin must’ve conveyed a sense of guilt that I almost sort of felt. I was relieved to see Spiral begin to smile again, and she leaned down and kissed me happily. “If you were worried about that, why’d you make her love me?”
Spiral, no longer looking even a little uneasy, despite my cock still being buried in Fluttershy’s twitching vagina, pulled the pegasus’ other wing over, pressing one against each side of my face. “Because I want every mare to love you, Master, but especially the ones you like.” Giving me another kiss, Spiral continued. “I just want you to like me best.”
I smiled and stroked Spiral’s mane as Fluttershy’s body unconsciously milked the last from my cock. “I mean it. I wouldn’t trade you for anypony, Spiral.”
We lay silently, Spiral using Fluttershy’s wings to tease me until the mare began to wake. Realizing I was still inside her and going soft, I pulled out, and Spiral moved away.
“Happy now, Fluttershy?” I smiled down at the pretty pegasus, having gotten to my hooves.
She smiled back, more brightly than I’d seen her before, as she rose and gave me a surprisingly long kiss. “You have no idea, Blank Sheet! You’ve made me happier than I’ve ever been!” Still beaming, she turned to Spiral and wrapped her in a hug. And thank you, too, Spiral! You shared your coltfriend with me! You’re like a sister now!”
Spiral blushed, clearly not having planned on that reaction. I bit my lip to keep from snickering. As touching as this was, it was time to move on, and to clean up. Again, dammit. I walked over and touched Fluttershy’s head, dropping her back under my control, then shook Rarity awake and did the same to her before she could get her bearings.
“You ladies need to get home. You’re going to wake, both entirely happy with today’s events, clean up, and leave. Both of you will keep this secret for now, but you’re both elated with what we did. Rarity, you’ll keep up your prim, proper persona; being wanton is stress relief, not for all the time. Come to us for it, so your reputation doesn’t suffer. Fluttershy, keep your pregnancy and your love for me secret until you’re showing too much to hide it. You don’t think your friends would understand.”
I thought for a moment. With Celestia on the move, I couldn’t afford to just cover my tracks. “Both of you, keep information on what Twilight’s other close friends are doing, and let me know if anything is strange. You’re not betraying them—they just don’t know Spiral like you do, and you don’t want them to make Celestia think we’re the problem in town. Oh, and let me know what’s going on with Applejack. Got it?”
Both mares nodded. I woke them, and they made their apologies about having to get home, then went to clean up. While Rarity wasn’t looking, Fluttershy slipped me another long kiss, brushing my face with both wings, much to Spiral’s amusement, and they were gone.
Spiral bounced over to me cheerfully when we were alone, no trace of jealousy or dissatisfaction visible at all. “What should we do now, Master?”
With a sigh, I walked to the closet and got each of us a mop. “I think you know.”