This is exactly what the title implies. I started a project to find naughty images around the net and apply words to them. Naughty words.
Collection of stories I have written to accompany images on the net that looked lonely without words. Each will be ~500 words, so don't expect a ton out of each one.
You could probably find the originals, if you were clever and googled the chapter names, or not. Either way, I am not linking them!
WARNING: If you are a follower of Prudestia, you probably want to just move on. Also, there are likely to be all sorts of things here, brainwashing, dom/sub, you name it.
"Come on, just one spark!" Twilight hunched forward, horn charging magic that was her last chance.
Nightmare Moon was presented with quite the sight and her snout curled into a smile. "Well, now we see your true colors… I used the Elements long before you were even thought of." Her horn charged with a spell to impale the mare but, as lust would have it, it was tainted by the clear sight of the unicorn plot before her.
About to unleash her bolt, that Twilight knew for sure would unlock the Elements of Harmony, a sudden shock overcame the purple unicorn. Her legs shook, her thoughts turned to taffy as a full feeling seemed to shove any room for magic right out of her. Resting on her barrel, Twilight Sparkle felt something tugging at her tail, forcing her rump up as those horrifically filling shapes started to move.
"Not quite what I planned, but this should keep you busy." Nightmare Moon strode forward, her wings unfurled. "Now, where were those friends of yours?"
As if on cue, five more mares stormed into the room and froze at the sight before them. Their friend, Twilight Sparkle, was half-collapsed on the stone floor at Nightmare Moon's hooves, her back-end held up by a magic grip at her tail. "Are those…" Pinkie blinked at the two shapes pistoning in and out of her new friend.
"Screwing her silly, darling, yes." Rarity stepped forward without thinking about it, the look on her friend's face, eyes clamped closed, lower lip clenched between her teeth, stirred something within her.
"Ah figger it's been a while since that filly got plugged." Applejack's ears perked forward at the sounds of squelching, the toys claiming Twilight apparently quite well lubricated.
"Should… should we do something… for Twilight? That is, if it isn't too much trouble…" Fluttershy was halfway down to the same position her friend was in, a trembling in her limbs revealing that she was either anticipating or dreading what was about to happen.
"I can take that, there is nothing Rainbow Dash can't do!" Of course the blue-furred pegasus strode forward. She gulped when she looked up at Nightmare Moon. "Uh, I guess I'll have what she's having?" She pointed with a wing at Twilight.
"Perfect, six slutty ponies. Let me guess, my sister sent you here because she hates to see a good rogering?" Nightmare's horn lit and only got a deep groan of delight from Rainbow Dash as, like Twilight, she was forced down, her rear held up by a tight grip on her tail.
"Oh! Oh! Do me!" Pinkie pronked forward, her plot wriggling in mid air. She didn't even wait for the spell, she dove into position beside Twilight. Another flare of night-blue magic and her tongue was hanging from the corner of her snout, her world narrowing down to the pounding she was taking.
"And you three? Come here little ponies, you will be my marem, and together," Nightmare Moon was monologing, but as she did Fluttersy, Rarity, and Applejack stepped forward, each taking their positions among their friends, "we will screw all of Equestria!"
The magic flared and three more mares were squirming and groaning in delight, the softest voice, however, gave a little, "Yay!"
Twilight struggled. The blood was rushing to her head, making it hard to focus, but a pattern in the goop on the floor of the hive caught her attention.
"Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship." Chrysalis practically purred as she walked around Twi—mare hanging by her back legs from the low ceiling—her green magic levitated a short whip up. "How is your magic, little drone?"
"I'm not a drone!" Twilight closed her eyes and tried to look away from the swirling pattern before her snout. "If I could teleport…" The crack of the whip, expertly placed to draw a single welt of glowing green magic across her mound, drew a cry that devolved into a moan. "W-W-Why can't I use my magic?"
A hoof filled with holes grabbed hold of Twilight's snout, tilting her head away from the swirling, glowing pattern. "Because, my drone, this whip steals it." Chrysalis pressed her snout down, roughly kissing the alicorn. "Don't you just want to relax, to stare into the pool as you feel your mind weakening?"
Even with her eyes closed, Twilight could see the glow of the goop, it seemed to flow through her eyelids and into her brain like honey. "What is happening? My back legs feel… odd." She wanted to turn her head, to look up at her back end. Instead, she opened her eyes and felt more of the honey pour into her head.
"You are turning into a drone, mindless, simple, part of my hive." Chrysalis drew back the whip with her magic and lashed again, this time scoring a direct hit across the inverted pony's nipple. "No more need to think, no more worries about all your ponies. I will do your thinking for you now."
"N-N-No… I… oh Celestia…" Twilight was staring now, deep into that swirly pattern. She smiled, leaking drool from her snout. "I… I feel good."
"Of course you feel good, you are becoming better. Can't you feel as the conversion passes your hips, doing away with that pretty tail. You will have a nice tail-fin, Twilight-drone."
"D-Drone? Do I want to be a drone?" Twilight reached a hoof down toward the gunk before her eyes, mere inches from actually touching it. She felt an odd hardness close over her belly as the chitin started to grow stiffer, forming a shell around the pony.
The lash came again, hitting Twilight's horn and pulling a screaming moan from her. "Of course you want to be a drone, just let the programming in, let your mind grow still and let mine in." Chrysalis knew the mare wasn't going to be ready for her yet. "Look, you are more changeling than pony now. You have pretty wings, my drone."
"Drone…" Twilight's lips curled into a smile. The black, hard chitin worked over her shoulders and down her forelegs. "I want… I want to be a drone…"
"Of course you do, now, relax and let me in." Chrysalis stepped in, pressing her own jagged horn to the purple one, as it curved and turned black.
The spiral stopped, but drone didn't care. She felt her Queen in her head. With no thought of her own, she curled around, using her buzzing wings to lift her. It took two bites of her long, sharp fangs to break free, the moment she did, she rushed for Chrysalis. "Thank you..."
"Just once?" Shining Armor looked at his wife. She knew she had won, but Cadance was doing her darnedest to keep her wings down. "Cady." He waited until her face sobered a little more. "Just once?"
Princess of Love, alicorn, wife, lover—Cadance nodded and wore the most adorably sweet smile Shining had ever seen. "Just once." She lifted a hoof and booped the stallion on the nose.
"But," Shining glared at his wife until she calmed down again, "if it is fun, I get to decide on mo-" He never got to finish, a bright pink alicorn was suddenly cuddling him, forelegs and wings both wrapped around Shining so tight he couldn't talk without getting a mouthful of feathers.
"It is only fair, but you are the best, Shiney." Cadance gave her husband one more squeeze before backing off from him. "Okay, are you ready?" Her wings flexed a little, she was so tense and nervous; when her husband nodded she bounced a little on her hooves. Blue magic started pouring from the mare's horn, flooding the room in light so intense that Shining looked like his mane and coat matched. "Aaaannnndddd…" Cadance worked the spell and unleashed it.
The blue glow winked out and Shining Armor was left seeing stars. "C-C-Cady?" He looked up from the floor and saw her. His jaw hit the floor, his wife looked so big standing over him, all four hooves braced, but what really had his eye was her mottled black and pink shaft. Only at half mast and it looked nearly as long as his own, the stallion gulped.
"Shiney, you have been so naughty tonight." A riding crop, the handle wreathed in blue magic, floated over. "And you know what the Princess of Love does with naughty colts?"
Shining Armor beat his wife to a full hard-on. His body was tense but when she talked down to him, it melted a part of his mind that really needed melting. "Cad-" he jerked as the crop came down, striking his plot firmly, "No Mistress!"
"They get extra love." Cadance leaned down and kissed her husband's horn, knowing how sensitive the long organ was. "Barrel low, plot up, little colt." Cadance stood up and pranced around behind her mate. When he didn't move quite as quick as she wanted, she laid another red mark on his plot. "Faster!"
"Yes Mistress!" Shining almost pressed his snout into the ground, he braced, with his rear in the air. He had done things… they had done this, before; but this was the first time they had played this game without the mare wearing a toy. "P-P-Please…"
A squirt of the special lube Cadance loved to use, landed on the puckered rear of the stallion. " 'Please' what?" She added more to her now hard length, giving an involuntary buck at the feeling.
"Please… deep… Mistress…" Shining wanted to bury himself in his hooves, he couldn't believe he was asking his wife to do this. But it felt so good. She didn't give him any warning, one moment he could just feel the lube around his hole, leaking down his taint, the next Mi Amore Cadenza had shoved nearly her whole length into him, making full use of the magically enhanced lube.
"You've been a naughty boy, Shiney." Cadance pulled back a bit, then drove deeper. The stallion under her rocked under the force of her hips.
"Ahh…" Shining felt everything, all of her, inside him. It felt so very good. "Yes… Mistress!" He didn't care anymore, he wanted his wife, and wanted her to have fun too.
"Hold still now…" She climbed fully up, her forelegs bracing on Shining's shoulders while her back legs hung in the air. Cadance's hips and back did all the work, pounding her husbands ass. "Bad, bad, terrible, boy! Extra love for-" Cadance gasped and lost all decorum, her altered body taking over and giving her husband the 'love', delivering it deep into his bowels.
Shining's head was pressed to the floor, he had sprayed his own chest and neck with his seed and it was pooling around his cheek. "M-M-Mistress… I am still naughty..."
Royal Games 2 (Actually named Royal Slaves, but I got a theme going here!)
"I told you Shiney, the spell will wear off soon." Cadance was slumped on her bed, on her side, the heavy and black mottled shaft half-exposed. "I swear, it was only meant to last a night!"
"Well, now we have to worry about the return of Sombra while my mane mare is sporting chub!" Shining looked at the thick shape, his own shaft starting to make an appearance because of the thought of getting his plot reamed again.
"Did somepony say Sombra was returning?" Black smoke coalesced in front of the door as a dark unicorn slowly became manifest. Before either Shining Armor or Cadance could react, dark black beams of magic hurtled from the intruder's horn, striking their own. "Enjoy a life without magic." Sombra stepped toward the pair.
"No! Leave Cadie out of this!" Shining felt heavy all over, the loss of magic weakening his very being. "Take… take me as your slave instead.
"Shining, no!" Cadance cried out as she saw a thick iron collar appear and suddenly clamp down on her husband's neck. "Shiney…"
"No deal. Both of you are mine." Sombra glared from the stallion to the… he froze. "Well, well, well, a transmutation spell? There is a time limit, but I can fix that." Black magic swarmed from the red curved horn of the Crystal Empire's former king and it hit Cadance's shaft. Ice and fire welled in the length, causing her slight arousal to fade immediately. But that wasn't the end of it. Like her husband, Cadance was sealed with iron, but for her it took the form of a cage around her shaft, bound back to a heavy chain around her balls and from there anchored to the floor. "Two stallions, but I only really care for this one." Sombra turned to Shining.
"L-L-Let her go… please… I'll do anything…" Shining Armor's head was weighed down by the heavy collar.
"You are half right, pet. You will do anything." Sombra moved forward, his greater bulk descending on Shining's back and driving his forelegs down, forcing him into a submissive pose. Cadance watched as the former king shoved his length into her husband's suspiciously well-lubed rear. "You, too, my little fluttering pet." Black magic formed, creating a stallion-shaft greater even than the one Sombra was driving into Shining Armor. Cadance had but a moment to make ready for the dripping, dark toy before it shoved into her rear.
"Please… be gentle…" Cadance arched her tail up and over, instinct making her take the thick shape, but the chain under her made her hold still for it. Strain on her balls and the ache of her restricted shaft had her panting as she watched the dark stallion rut her husband. "Oh Shiney…"
Shining Armor lost track of the repeated bowel-stabbing he was getting, it felt like his wife's, but much bigger. With a groan, he felt Sombra unload, his back end suddenly hot and bloated with the heavy load.
Dismounting the stallion, Sombra reinforced the magic pounding the Princess of Love's plot. "Until next week."
"Wait, I need the…" Cadance groaned as her body was being driven hard. "Keys…"
On the ground, Shining Armor had slumped into a puddle of his own seed. "Next week? I will be lucky if I can walk by then." He smiled wide, feeling so very well used.
Royal Games 3 (again, not the title, couldn't find one)
Shining Armor gazed at his pink fiancee. Everything else had a green tint to it, it didn't matter, though, his Cadie was here. "I love you…"
"And I love your love." Chrysalis increased her magic, blinding the stallion more to her true self. "Now come, my stallion, breed me!"
The command filtered through Shining's head, it didn't feel like a command, it was more just the words he was thinking all along, anyway. He smiled, mouth open a little so some drool leaked out. "Cadie…" He couldn't and didn't hold back any longer, he mounted the mare that so resembled his Cadance.
Chrysalis couldn't believe how good it felt to have a powerful stallion on her, in her. Her body sang as Shining Armor sunk deeper and deeper. As he burrowed in, his weight forced her body down. "You're bigger than I thought…" The words carried a double meaning, she loved both of them.
Bucking his hips, forelegs gripping the hard body under him, Shining humped and humped, shoving himself in and bucking back, over and over. "Cadie, not long…"
"You will last longer!" Chrysalis' horn glowed to life again and Shining's whole world went green. He wanted to last longer. He needed to last longer. He would last longer.
Feeling divorced from his own mind, Shining was almost like a feral animal, he bucked, ground and shoved into the mare again and again. He couldn't see at all now, everything was bright green, so he closed his eyes. The world melted around him, he couldn't hold on to his mind as it seemed to drift away.
Chrysalis felt her body suddenly tighten, then the tension let go. Waves of pleasure wracked her body, she clamped down on the huge rod inside her but her mighty stallion wouldn't stop. She knew he wouldn't. Riding out her orgasm, basking as the little trembling aftershocks rattled her, she turned to the side. "Shiney?" The stallion only grunted, barely hearing his name. "Shiney, you are allowed to come now."
Shining's eyes screwed tighter closed as the permission was given and he dragged his mare back one last time, sinking all the way into her before unloading, pumping load after load of stallion-seed into the mare's flower.
Panting, dealing with her own mini-orgasm, caused by the hot, spreading feeling inside her, Chrysalis lifted her head and looked to the pink mare laying on the bed beside them. "He… you didn't say he was so big…"
"My Shiney is perfect just the way he is." Cadance rubbed her own slit, slowly, working herself along the path to her own release. "How long will he last like this?"
"As we agreed," Chrysalis froze, a stray buck from the stallion pushing her over her limit again. She squirmed around and whimpered, after a little bit of calming down she felt able to talk again. "As we agreed, he will be like this for two days, at least. I hope you have fun with him."
Cadance, leaving her own folds alone, got to her hooves and stepped forward, lowering her snout she gave her payment to Chrysalis. The two mares kissed, deeply, for one it was just a curious bit of fun, for the other, it was a meal she would scarcely forget. "Until next week." Cadance broke the kiss, smiling up as she saw Shining was staring ahead of himself, his mind apparently quiet and suggestible.
The straps of the corset were cinched tight by a drone. Zecora could see her spear to the side, but her hooves wouldn't obey her, she couldn't reach for it. "This spell you cast, it shall not last. My mind won't break, Ponyville I will retake." She glared at Chrysalis, but those slit, green eyes stared back. When did her eyes start to glow?
"You tell me you won't give in, but you are the last, zebra, the last free mind in all Equestria that isn't a changeling." Chrysalis reached a dark hoof out, the holes standing out, as she took hold of one of Zecora's fetlocks. "Rub, my little mindless pet, rub yourself, when you climax all your free thoughts will slide free with the pleasure."
Zecora couldn't stop the Queen from moving her hoof until it was resting against her mound. She wanted, needed to look away from Chrysalis' gaze, but she couldn't. "I will not… cannot…" Her voice faltered, her mind racing to find the rhymes that died on her tongue. She moaned softly, feeling the corset pull tighter still. Breathing shallow, Zecora didn't even realize the Queen's hoof wasn't guiding her anymore, she was slowly stroking herself.
"You will and you can. You don't need to worry, dear Zecora. Does it excite you that I know your name? You were greater than Celestia, greater even than the tasty Cadance. She feeds my drones, trapped in a pod, every ounce of her love being extracted." As Chrysalis spoke, Zecora found it harder and harder to think of ways out of her situation, every time she got an idea, another stroke of her inflamed lips pushed it free. "Another hoof perhaps? I really don't want to rush this, but you look like you want to be empty and mindless so much."
"N-N-No…" Zecora moaned, she couldn't pull her gaze away from the changeling's eyes long enough to see why her other hoof was moving down, between her back legs—but the moment it made contact she let out a whimper. "Yes," she spoke the word in such a tiny voice, she barely knew it was herself.
"Who do you serve?" Chrysalis loved this part of the game, she set the second hoof moving, watching as the zebra stroked herself, her musk soiling the ground under her. "You serve the changelings, my pet, you serve your queen."
Zecora managed to pull her head aside, slamming her eyes closed. "No!" She cried the word out, it was the last part of her resistance, and it started to work. One of her hooves lifted, then the other, she shoved them down into the ground and stood up, her will restored. The last dream of escape poured from Zecora's mind as soon as she stroked her clit for the first time, she was still stroking herself, still looking into her Queen's eyes. She opened her mouth to pant a little, a smile pulling at the corner of her lips. "I-I-I… I ssssss."
Chrysalis loved this, watching the mare buckle and break her own mind. Every little dream of escape would be had now, every scenario run through, before she was pulled back to her body by her own actions. "You. Serve. Changelings." The words came from Chrysalis, like liquid silk in the zebra's ears.
"I… I serve the… the changelings?" Zecora tried to shake her head, to clear it of the things that kept distracting her from what she needed to think of. Who do I serve? "The changelings."
"Good, pet. Now, fully. Who do you serve?" The words of her Queen were reinforced by the rising pleasure. Stroking herself helped so much, it cleared out all the things Z-Z-Z… The zebra sat a moment, realizing she had forgotten her own name. It was unimportant.
"The changelings, my Queen." The zebra mare's grin broke into a wide smile, a moan piercing the quiet forest. The soft sounds of the mare masturbating were drowned out by her cries of climax.
"Good pet, you will make a fine servant, of the Changeling Empire." Chrysalis reached down, fitting a neat collar around the mare's throat, buckling it closed and sealing the buckle with changeling goop. "For the rest of your life."
"Oh, of course ma'am, since you," the clerk—a unicorn stallion—winked at Daring, "put it like that. If you will follow me, I can show you to the special section."
This was more like it. Her number one fan deserved something cool, even if Daring had to find the most strange creature she could. Dash was a hero of Equestria, after all. "Why is it down stairs?" Daring looked about, her bonnet over her pith helmet, barely concealing her real identity. "And it's dark…"
The unicorn was confused, this wasn't how a pony who used the special pass-phrase should react. "Uh, maybe the lights are out, you go on, I'll just find the switch…" He needed to bail on this, but the mare had seen too much. The trick was going to be simple, he gets her down with the 'pet', let it have her until she passes out, then dump her somewhere.
"Down here? Okay…" Daring took a few more steps and was onto soft ground. Peering around in the dark, she couldn't see much of anything. "Are you sure there are pets down-" Daring kicked her back left leg, something had tangled in it. "Hey what is-" Her cry was cut short as something thick and slimy shoved into her mouth.
"Yeah, just… just try to have fun, okay?" The lights came on, revealing a mass of squirming black tentacles; the one in Daring's snout seemed to inflate and jerk.
Giving a gasp of surprise, Daring was pulled along, led like a lamb to the... Don't finish that thought! The tentacle in her mouth led her right into the midst of the mass and, like it or not, Daring had a fair clue as to what was coming. Reacting to her presence, coils of slimy tentacle shot up and wrapped around her limbs and belly. Dragging the mare down, they displaced her cover-clothes, revealing her to be the real Daring do to any who saw.
Suddenly freed of her mouth's resident, Daring cursed fluently in several native languages, finishing with, "Buck it, let me go!" Wrestled to the ground, she tried to throw her wings out to struggle and balance but then the first stroke came. "Ugh, leave me… leave that alone!" Then a tendril started rubbing her vulva, smearing the goo all over her. An ache quickly built, Daring Do realizing too late that the goop was acting like a drug.
Moaning, the mare threw her head back, only to have her neck snared in a coil too. The tentacle from before, or maybe a new one, hovered up before her snout. She watched it weave back and forth, tracking her movements. "Don't-" She didn't get to finish, the thing dove in and shoved deep down her throat.
The tendrils at her nethers, as if triggered, decided it was time to really play the mare. Two of them aimed their tips at her, each at a different hole. Neither was taking their time. Daring's eyes fluttered as she was spitted on two squirming tentacles, the things shoving deeper into her while the goop leaking from their flesh made her body crave their touch more and more.
"Yeah, that's it, wear her out…" The stallion watched Daring Do in the grip of the tentacles, it made his shaft tighten a little just watching.
Daring was held firmly in place, the odd things making sure she was supported as it stuffed her full of squirming tentacles. The poor mare never even saw the eggs moving down the tentacle toward her vulva, but boy did she feel them.
Weird didn't even begin to describe Rarity's day. The first thing she knew about things getting crazy was a kind of odd vine pushing through the portal to Equestria. She, and her friends, didn't think about it at all until they were practicing their music and bam, tentacles bashing down the music-room's doors.
Pinkie, Fluttershy, Dash… all her friends were grabbed one by one but, in a great spot of luck, their performance had made her pony out even more than usual. Instinct drove her horn blasts as she drove the vines back long enough to bail through the window. Left and right she was watching as her schoolmates were grabbed up in the vines, subdued, stripped and… Rarity really didn't want to think about it.
There was only one place to go, auto shop. It took a few minutes, but soon she was prepared to do battle with the crazy kudzu and try to rescue her friends. Opening the door, Rarity was pushed backwards by the mass of tentacle-vines that were leaning on it.
"My outfit! You are going to pay for that!" Rarity ignited her torch, slicing neatly through the vine that had torn her dress free. She froze, however, at a very new sight. "I never ponied out like that before…" Her free arm—the one not sporting hot, burny death—reached down to her pony-like phallus. The vines seemed to have the same idea because they suddenly redoubled their efforts, grabbing her arms and legs, pulling her up and off the ground.
"You can't stop me, I am Rarity!" She swung her torch at another, slicing it just as it grabbed her deadly limb. She never saw the thick, oddly bulbous tentacle as it slithered over her shoulder and down to her groin. Her cheeks suddenly lit in a blush as that stallionhood was kissed by the opening tip of the vine and it shoved down, pushing back the odd pony-sheath and exposing her growing member to its insides.
"Wha… oh darling… don't…" Rarity's eyes crossed as she slumped into the grip of the vines. The thick shape massaging her new shaft had it at full attention now, and while Rarity was really starting to enjoy the ministrations, she was shocked as something pushed down inside her shaft. "Oh my!"
The tentacle was so thick she couldn't see the small eggs pushing down it, but boy did Rarity feel them. Her phone, the latest top-of-the-range wrist model, bleeped and projected her friend, Pinkie. "Darling, have you-" Rarity's words died as she saw her friend, apparently sporting a similar pony cock, similarly being stuffed with the tentacle's offspring. Only Pinkie's mouth was stuffed with a tentacle and her belly had a bit of a bulge.
"I wonder if it is going to do tha- Mmfmfmmfmm!" Rarity's mouth was stuffed, a thick tentacle now leaking fluid down into her throat. She had a choice, swallow or drown, it was an easy one to make. The more of the thick, honey-like goop she gulped the hotter her new shaft seemed to feel and, in minutes, Rarity was mindlessly humping into the strange plant, just like her friends.
"Cadie, your plot is so… hot…" Shining bucked harder and harder, his heavy shaft plowing deep.
"I-I-I'm not-" Thorax was having the ride of his life, the huge stallion was pumping into him so hard that it felt like Shining was trying to push through to his throat.
"Shut up..." Shining pulled on his changeling lover's tail-fin with a little jerk, getting a whimper from the drone. "You wanted love, you got love." His hips never missed a beat, grinding him into the dark black plot.
"S-Slow down… I can't take anymore!" Thorax was groaning, the pleasure of his plot being filled blended together with the sweetest love he had ever had. It was a torturous bliss that beat the buck out of the scraps they were fed in the hive. Just when he thought Shining was relenting, was tiring, he felt the white unicorn's groin slam in against her rump, hilting the huge length inside him.
Shining's world spun, "Change to her… do it now so you can drink… the most…" He clamped down on the impending orgasm, fighting his body. Green fire poured over Thorax, his body quickly replace with Cadance's soft, larger shape. It was enough, it let Shining do something he needed to.
Thorax, disguised now as Cadance, spread huge wings up. The mare's rear was a little more forgiving than his and as Shining drove home in repeated, hard thrusts, she let out a delighted groan.
His moment came. Shining bucked forward and pinned down on the pink legs. It felt like the whole universe focused down to his groin and where he met the mare. Shining's body gave a spasm, the first of many.
The liquid fire unloaded into her rear had Thorax singing loudly, her voice a moan of mixed sexual and hunger fulfillment. She drank Shining's love down, as her rear swallowed every drop the big stallion unloaded. She whimpered and moaned, squirming around as her own body gave her every bit of the release she needed.
Shining slumped forward, his head landing between the disguised changeling's wings. "Oh Chrysalis-"
"I BUCKING KNEW IT!" Cadance shot up from where she was sitting. "You no-good cheating bastard, I knew you would say her name!"
Thorax waved a hoof at the mare, trying to get her attention. "Wait…"
"Out, you are banished from our bedroom for a month!" Cadance pointed at the door with a wing and Shining pulled free, head slumped. Thorax was still a little dazed by the rush of pleasure, blinked at the image of Shining leaving. "Now, with him gone-"
Thorax felt obliged to defend the stallion, after the meal she had just gotten. "It wasn't his fault… the mind magic she used-"
"Of course I know that, I just didn't want him feeling bad about what I wanted to ask you. So, you can change into anypony?" Cadance grinned as Thorax nodded. "What about Twilight with a cock?" As the green fire receded, Cadance grinned. "Perfect."
"Now, I'll just put this key here, and you can see if you can be a good filly for the week." The words came back to her, again and again. Her master had caught her masturbating, after he had told her not to, and now she was locked in this enchanted chastity belt and no amount of rubbing could get her off.
It had been simple at first, she had sat on her bed, reading a book, avoiding thinking about anything naughty. An itch had come, growing worse for every minute she didn't scratch it. Turning, she looked up at the wall, seeing the poster. "Good fillies do not masturbate. Well, I am a good filly and I can prove to you, Master, that I am!" She grinned and stuck her snout back into the book, the growing need between her back legs easily relegated to background noise.
By the time the mare fell asleep there was a damp patch on the bed.
"I'm Pancake!" She jerked awake, lifting her head up and in doing so throwing the book across the room. "What's that… that sm… oh…" She flopped back onto the bed, the ache between her legs now too much to ignore. Smiling at the effort her Master went to, she slid a hoof back, tracing her belly, only to find cold, wet, metal. "What?"
She looked back between her legs, spotting the chastity belt. "This isn't fair! Master, I just wanted a little fun!" Her complaints yielded no help, of course; her master was away for a week. "A whole week! I can't go a day without a little rubbing, a quick clop…" Her eyes were drawn up to the wall, where the sign was.
Good fillies do not masturbate
Something glinted in the morning light, something that hadn't been there when her Master had left, something that hadn't been there when she went to sleep. A key hung from a hook above the poster, just out of reach. "I love you Master…" She got to her hooves, her back legs wobbling with the need that was crushing her trapped slit. She practically waddled over to the side of the room where the key was. Eyes twinkling, she reared up on her back legs and promptly collapsed to her plot with a clunk. "Hey!"
She tried again, picking herself up and reaching up as high as she could but, again, her back legs betrayed her. "Master, this is just being mean!" She stomped around in a circle, feeling angry and upset. "The stool!" Her tail arched up high as she trotted over and braced her head behind the low foot-rest. Pushing forward, she slid it across the room, the ache in her nethers fading with the sure knowledge that she would soon be free to clop the day away.
The stool thumped into the wall and she straightened up. Blushing brightly, she climbed up and reached, stretched, her fore-hoof just barely shy of the key. "A little more…" She bumped the key just as her back legs gave out and, as she hit the floor again, so did the key. "Yay!"
Rolled onto her back, the mare was careful to line up the key, push it in the little hole on the belt. She started to turn it and it… kinda did. The ache between her legs got worse, she whimpered and squirmed on her back, her rear legs kicking feebly as the magic of the enchanted lock reacted to the wrong key being used. She squirmed and twisted, losing all sense of time until a hoof pressed to her snout. "Little pet, you tried to cheat?"
The mare looked up, her eyes glazed over, it was her Master, but she couldn't even think, let alone talk.
"You still have five more days, pet, but here, let me get the paddle." He used his horn to retrieve the black paddle he used only when his filly had done something naughty. "I think twenty should be enough."
Artimesia was dedicated, the words on the pamphlets had been so inspiring that when she heard Starlight Glimmer actually talk, it had blown her mind. She could smell the heat of the forge nearby, magic stoking coals hotter and hotter. The artifact she had heard so much about sat in it. "I hate this cutie mark, it binds me…"
"It will be over, soon, sister." The nameless white unicorn pranced around the room, fetching the null-brand. "You don't want them anymore, are you sure?"
"Yes, yes get rid of them!" Art Scratcher braced herself. The special leg clamp held her in position, spreading her back legs, bracing her and keeping her flanks angled just a little. "I just want something bett-" Her speech was cut short as a gag was clamped into her mouth.
"This will help, trust me, everypony yells when their mark is erased." The nameless mare twirled the white-hot brand, the heavy enchantments in the plate feeding on the heat, the clean-white glow of the metal a testament to just how hot it was. "Now brace."
"Ret's roo eet!" Art bit down into the gag, but when the iron struck her flank she sang, she screamed, she stomped her forehooves in agonizing bliss as her first cutie mark was wiped clean from her pristine flank.
"One more, little filly, and you will walk afresh, ready to try fate anew with a new brand. Tell me, tell me you want your other mark stricken from your flank." The words were seductive, Art could assume the mare really got off on this. She didn't care, she just wanted to be free.
"Preese, fwee meee!" She didn't even get to finish, the final word extending into a scream of release. Tears streamed down Artimesia's cheeks, she panted, teeth clamped to the bit in her mouth.
"It is done, little filly. You are a blank flank once more. How does it feel?" The unicorn floated the brand back into the furnace, the effort of destroying the unwanted destiny having cooled the metal. It began to take on a cherry-red glow again.
"Fwee…" The gag was pulled out and Art gave a happy moan, sliding to her chest, her plot still in the air. "Thank you…" The pain was fading, replaced by the certainty that she would never need to wear that useless mark again.
"You are free, now." Starlight herself had come to see Art's release. "What do you think you will get this time?" She used her magic, reaching forward to tease at the de-branded mare with her power. There was not a shred of cutie mark left.
"I could have anything… anything!" Art was pushing past the pain, she looked back at her pristine flank. "Absolutely anything. Thank you."
"Next!" The nameless unicorn was already moving for her next de-branding, but Starlight was the mare to remove the odd fetters from Art's back legs.
"Can you walk?" Starlight didn't even wait for an answer, lifting Art up and carrying her from the hot forge. "Come on, you will like Our Town, I promise you."
"Why on earth would you want to stop the vines, Twilight?" Discord followed the newest alicorn into the Everfree. "And you certainly couldn't do it here, anyway." He turned and started walking tangential to the path.
"Discord!" Twilight stopped and looked after the Spirit of Chaos. "Discord this isn't funny, what do you mean I can't stop the vines?" She suddenly backed up a step as the draconequus pushed from the vine-choked undergrowth.
"Because they are mine, of course. I have spent years growing these things, pouring my own essence into them." He lifted a talon up, trailing it along a vine that seemed to curl lovingly around one claw tip. "And soon, you will too." He blinked and looked into Twilight, not just her face, not just her eyes, but into her mind. "A touch of love, a touch of strength…"
Discord's eyes had suddenly become absolutely fascinating to Twi. She stared at them. "I never noticed all these colors before…" Her voice was soft, breathy, as if she were relaxed and reading a nice, calm, book about Discord's eyes. Twilight was so relaxed, she couldn't even blink.
"Wow, that took less than I thought it would." Discord reached a paw out, guiding a vine forward and down. Twilight felt something touch her back, but it didn't matter, all that mattered was trying to keep breathing while watching the colors.
"You won't get away with this, Discord." Twilight's brain was operating on some level, she knew he was doing something bad. When that vine slowly twirled around Twilight's back, she just couldn't muster the strength to struggle. "Please… stop…"
"But you want this, Twilight." Discord put some power into the word. He saw Twilight's foreleg twitch, then reach out to another vine, stroking the dark, crystal-thorned limb. She let it spiral around her leg, the thorns barely teasing at her flesh. "See? And that one too." Discord had only to gesture and the mare before him reached out, teasing another vine to restrain her free foreleg.
The vines started to lift and tilt Twilight, the world seemed to shift under her, but always Discord's eyes were right before hers, his grin imprinting on her brain. "Can I have more vines?"
"Twilight Sparkle, you can have all the vines." Discord was done letting the mare trap herself, he guided more vines to take her back legs, the greedy plants spreading her legs wide. One claimed her tail, and another coiled around her wing pinons, forcing her wings up and together while binding them. "But this one, this one is special. All my other vines are just inert, growths of the base plant. This, this is the flower."
Her mouth fell open in a scream of pleasure, something thick and slick shoved into Twilight's mound, pushing far into her. "More…" Her vocal cords were getting a work out, she whimpered, cried, panted, and moaned in bliss. "More…"
"You are part of it all now, Twilight, don't you feel the chaos pouring into you? It is filling you, filling you up like a teapot. But Twilight Sparkle, when this pot boils over, it will become the tea." Discord's words didn't make sense to Twilight, she was feeling pleasure radiate out from her groin. A glance down revealed her fur was turning black, spreading in a wave. She realized suddenly that she could look away and, like the drugged mare she was, she looked back up, diving deep into the hypnotic gaze of Discord. "More? Oh you are a surprise, Twilight Sparkle."
The mare didn't even notice the thorns growing out through her fur, as the black spread over her. It felt too good just to stare into those eyes. Into infinity.
"Chryssi!" Shining Armor's heart still beat a little faster every time he saw the changeling. He couldn't help it, his wife had let Chrysalis brainwash him into playing games with her so many times that part of him had really begun to enjoy it.
Cadance lifted a hoof and set it on her husband's croup. "Heel, Shiny." The words held no power with him, except that the stallion liked his wife telling him what to do; after all, she was good at it. "Chrysalis, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Me." Chrysalis glared at the alicorn. "You owe the pleasure to me and I am here to collect."
Shining looked between his wife and the changeling, something was brewing in their gazes and he was about to say something when his wife beamed a delighted smile. "You are right, every ten means you get one free, doesn't it?" Cadance gestured to Shining Armor. "But you only get him, and I have just what you are going to want."
The acquiescence surprised Chrysalis, she thought she was going to have to actually work for this. When a large pink strap-on toy floated from the royal closet, wrapped in blue magic, she smiled further still. "I only get him? With that?" Cadance nodded, her eyes closing in the most adorable grin Chrysalis had ever seen. In truth she was already fully fed, just coming into the same room with the royal couple accomplished that. "But you need to get it ready for me."
Already finding himself getting hard, Shining looked back and forth more rapidly, part of him really liked where this was going, another part liked it even more. He started to get up when Cadance glared at him. Shining Armor knew the look, dropping his belly back to the bed.
Sickly-green magic lifted the toy up as Chrysalis stepped into the straps. She pulled the toy up and into place, finding a nub at the base pressing quite snugly against her marehood. Cadance licked her snout and crawled to the edge of the bed. Opening her mouth, the Princess of Love watched as that big black body climbed over her, presented her with the toy and then held still. "Mmm…" Cadance started just nuzzling the toy, then licking it, and finally she opened her snout and took it into her mouth.
The movement of the toy as the alicorn lubed it up, stimulated Chrysalis in more ways than one. She had the mare who had defeated her in such a… position, that her dominant sides claimed a minor victory. Chrysalis also loved the way the nub of the toy worked around her entrance, working away at her delicate clit. A bottle of lube floated across from that same closet in pink magic. Chrysalis beamed at his preparation. "Soon, Shining." The stallion was hurriedly working the goop around his tight rear, working it inside with his magic. "Hey, no fair, he is getting off without us!"
"Oh is he now?" Cadance had to pull her head off her second-favorite toy to admonish her stallion. "Shining, if you don't come over her and plow me I am going to give you to Chryssi for a week." His head quickly lifting from the slack, distracted look he had been wearing as he worked his own rear, Shining Armor dashed over to his wife. "Not here, on the floor."
Chrysalis watched as the mare slid out from under her, dropping to the floor and lifting her plot in the air. "Almost want to claim that myself…"
"You will, when he is done." Cadance winked at the changeling but then gave a grunt, a hefty stallion was atop her and, soon enough, shoving into her. The pressure of a hoof on the top of her head had Cadance roll her eyes upwards. She was held in place by two ponies, one her husband, one a monster.
Shining was ready to buck again, but then the hefty toy his wife oft used on him was driven into him. Chrysalis' buck carried through the stallion and drove him into Cadance. It was wild, it was crazy. Shining loved every moment of it. The thick ribbed shaft pulled back from his rear, gripping despite the lube and spittle. He pulled back from his wife in time to get another thrust forward.
"Feel that, Cadance? That isn't your husband bucking you, that is me." Chrysalis started a rhythm, the dominance and pleasure from the toy driving part of her wild. She stood over Shining, she controlled him and he let her control him. He didn't last too long, though, and she resolved to spend more time with him, training him. "Ugh, you big colt, get off her and let a real mare have your wife."
Shining obeyed, but he couldn't move until Chrysalis pulled back, letting him draw free of Cadance. With his wife's vulva a mess of their mixed love, he watched as the changeling queen quickly pounded his wife to oblivion.
"Fetch us some more oil, Shiny." It wasn't Cadance who gave him the order, but Shining's urge to obey carried a little more to Chrysalis now, and not because of any mind control. She had moved in, she had claimed a place in their bedroom and now she wanted more supplies.
"Yes, My Queen." Getting to his feet, Shining took a step, then another. With his rear so well reamed and a loop of rope binding his back legs in a loose hobble, he wasn't going to be moving fast. But he didn't mind. Wobbling to the door he opened it and started off down the corridor.
Almost past the guest rooms on the same level as the royal quarters, he was suddenly grabbed by powerful magic and pulled inside one. "Shining Armor."
The words were a deep baritone, Shining knew the owner, he knew him well. "Sombra." Shining squirmed, his mind folding back to the times he had been held down and rutted by the huge stallion-loving king. "What may I do for you?"
"Offer yourself, colt." Sombra reached out with his magic and yanked the hobble free of Shining's back legs. When Shining didn't move quickly enough, Sombra pressed down on the stallion's shoulders, increasing the weight more and more until Shining's forelegs gave out. Pulling the limbs back, he looped one with the hobble, circling it over the white stallion's back before snaring the other. "There, now brace."
Shining had no hope, not with his legs restrained and his rear in the air. Sombra stepped over him, hooking one foreleg over the hobble as he pulled. "S-S-Sombra!" It was too late for pleading, his well-lubed rear was invaded by the staggeringly huge stallion above him. And Shining loved it. Sombra held as tight as he could but the smaller stallion still was pushed along with each hard buck. Regardless, he built a rhythm, driving into Shining's tail-hole over and over.
The door behind them creaked open and a dark black changeling head peeked in. "Oh, Shiny, I see you found Sombra's room. Well, I'll get the oil." One of Shining's eyes rolled around, trying to catch a glimpse of who he hoped would be his savior. Clenching his eyes closed again, as the door closed, Shining armor knew he was at the big stallion's mercy.
When the first rush of hot seed hit Shining's insides, his own shaft started to spray. His whole body tensed in absolute pleasure as Sombra claimed him and painted his insides. The torrent didn't seem to ever cease, like a hose in his rear, Shining soon felt fluids leaking and even spraying out from around Sombra's huge cock.
"Pinkie…" Lyra panted. She was bound to a chair—the same one she had woken up in—but something was really, really wrong. Between her bound back legs, where her little mare-ness should have been, her cute little compact udder all tight and flat—was a big stallion cock. She felt every inch of it, watched it twitch as the mare she thought was her friend teased her with a big feather duster.
"I told you, I am not Pinkie, I am Pinkamena." Pinkamena flicked some of her long, straight mane from the side of her vision. "Don't you think I made you so much better? Look at it, Lyra-pet, it is huge!"
This was so far beyond what Lyra would normally want it wasn't funny. How did she grow that thing there, anyway? "Pinkie- mina," it was the best save she could do, as the duster tickled the underside of the rock-hard shaft, "give me a safe word at least… this is… it could be nice, but I need…"
"You need to be quiet and let me work. Can't you see I am a maid?" Pinkamena wagged her tail, her shifting body—bound in a "naughty maid" outfit made mostly of rubber—squeaked. "How long will you last, Lyra-pet?"
"I am not your pet!" Lyra tried to pull a leg free to stomp in irritation, but as she squirmed in the grip of the ropes she felt that duster again. A tightening started in her balls, her shaft tingling. "I'm going to… to…"
"No you're not." Pinkamena drew her duster back, smiling at the tower she had erected. "You are going to love this, Lyra-pet." Pinkamena waited, watching the twitching shaft. "A little more and you will be back… there." She brushed the duster again.
Lyra decided enough was enough. Focusing her thoughts to her horn, she forced magic down the length, only for it to just snuff out. "What?" She focused again, turning her head and feeling something a little heavier about her horn.
"Pets don't get magic, silly." The duster, smelling like rutting stallion, pressed to Lyra's snout. She barely got a good lungful of scent from it before it was gone again, tickling her shaft again. "Now, where were we?"
"Pinkamena!" Lyra practically yowled the name out like a cat. "What do you want, tell me I… I…" She whimpered as she felt her body prepare for another orgasm, only to be denied any stimulation. "Please…"
"Please what, Lyra-pet?" Pinkamena waited again, then started tickling the rock hard shaft. "What do you want your owner to do?"
"Let me… let me please…" Lyra was in tears, she gripped her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down on it.
"No, you can still talk, I think another few hours of this should help you get your priorities in order." Pinkamena started tickling, waiting each time Lyra neared orgasm, then took up the tickling again.
Lyra didn't know how long had passed, she had even stopped counting the times she had been teased to the edge, and denied. "Puh… puh… leee…"
"Ooo, does it hurt?" Pinkamena gave the shaft the slightest brushing. "You are mine, Lyra-pet, just tell me, use the words as best you can."
Her eyes were sightless, Lyra's eyelids were half-drooped down. "Need…" Her brain didn't work right, something had been pushed out of it, something important. "Give… in…"
Pinkamena drew out the little rubber, enchanted, collar. Lifting it up she wrapped it around Lyra's neck. "Good pet. Now, let's see if you can hit the ceiling?" Pinkamena turned the duster around, touched the hard handle to the underside of Lyra's shaft and gently stroked from the base all the way to the tip.
Cadance snorted as the world went dark; the glimpse of blue magic pulling down a blindfold making her blink. "Who is that?" Something clicked around one of her back legs, tight, it gripped firmly just above her hoof. "Who is…" Her legs were forced apart, spread wide as the other was suddenly latched as well, some kind of beam spread between them, keeping her legs far apart. "Chrysalis?"
"Darling, guess again." Rarity's back legs gave a little squeak as the rubber stockings she wore rubbed together. "A little filly tells me that somepony is letting naughty ponies near her husband." Rarity clamped her special spell down on the alicorn's horn, the slightest hint of Cadance's own blue magic was snuffed out in a heartbeat.
"Shiny? We were just playing games! He likes Chrysalis!" Cadance squirmed, the loss of her magic making her think a horn-blocking-ring had been fitted, but none could be felt. "Why are you doing this? Where is my magic?"
"My own pet told me that her big brother came to her, confided in her. He doesn't like Sombra, you will not let him near Shining Armor. Do I make myself clear?" Rarity pranced, it felt so good to bring such a powerful mare to her hoof.
"What? Twilight is… what are you talking about? Let go of me!" Cadance felt something, thin bands of tight rubber, wrap around her barrel. Her wings had been tucked down still and now were strapped down. "I don't understand, I thought he liked Sombra?"
"He doesn't. So I am here to teach you a lesson, one in how to listen." Rarity lifted up a collar, lifting it over and gently wrapping it around the Princess of Love's neck. "This is my collar, it will remind you that you are mine. If I hear you do anything my little Twi's brother doesn't like again, I will come and make sure you remember who you belong to. If you think you can break free of my grip, little Cadance, then you should know you are not the first alicorn I have broken." The words were almost a whisper and Cadance heard them as she felt Rarity's breath on her ear.
Rarity closed the clasp on the collar. She watched as the locking mechanism seemed to flow and melt, the collar forming a seamless ring around the mare's throat. "Little Twilight does such wonderful work, did you know she can work latex like she was born to it?" Rarity added a new ring to her pet, one around her tail. "This one can be removed, as can everything but that collar. Like I said," Rarity pulled at the ring around the pink mare's tail, hiking the hair up into an arc, putting everything on display, "you belong to me."
"But I told you I-" Cadance's voice was cut off, something soft and thick pushed into her mouth, forcing her to constantly try to close it. More straps were fastened around the back of her neck and the gag was firmly in place.
"Pets don't need to talk. Pets just have to be good, now…" Rarity prepared the last piece, she brought the little hair-brush out and clipped it into Cadance's mane.
The moment the thing was in her hair, Cadance groaned. She felt a cloud of blue smoke filling her head, making it harder and harder to think. "You are my pet, Cadance. Pets want to be good." The words found root, sprouted into thoughts that crowded the rest from Cadance's head. She smiled around the ball gag. "Pets take care of their stallions. They ask their stallions what they want." Rarity patted Cadance and turned. "Shining Armor, she is yours for the night, make sure she learns her lesson, and take out that brush before morning."
Shining's eyes were wide, he had watched the little unicorn mare completely subdue his wife. He nodded. "Yes, Miss. Rarity."
Cadance looked at her husband, then across at the alabaster unicorn. "Mistress Rarity, may I start?" Her heart was beating fast.
"As your pet, first, make sure he knows he can stop things when he wants." Rarity sat down, her rubber stockings giving a little squeak as her plot alighted on the soft bed. "When you are ready, Cadance dear. You may use your magic this time."
Shining looked at his wife, his heart beating faster. There had been no sex, not even Chrysalis had approached him, he felt pent up.
"My Shiny." Cadance approached her husband—her pet—with a collar. "If you would do me the honor of being my pet for the night, I promise I will let you stop at any time." Shining looked into Cadance's eyes and smiled. He wordlessly took the collar in his pink magic, fastening it around his own neck.
It was the signal that all had agreed on, once the pet was wearing a collar, they had to show absolute obedience to their owner; that Cadance could not remove Rarity's collar only thrilled the mare more as she fastened the spreader bar first to one of Shining's back legs, then the other.
"Shining, darling, you say your words if you need to, but don't be afraid to keep your mouth shut and just let her do everything." Rarity held the stallion's eyes, until he gave a little nod.
Cadance remembered the next toy, her Mistress had used it on her and it had driven her wild… for a week. Fastening the buckle around Shining's tail, she stretched out the thong of rubber and fastened it to the back of the mundane collar her husband wore. It lifted Shining's tail up, arching it over his back and putting his cute rear on display. She saw the stretching, then, realized how much she had put her mate through. "Shining, I am going to use your rear, are you alright with that?" His tail bobbed in time with his nod, Cadance leaned forward and nipped gently at his dock. "Good colt."
His back end well restrained, Shining was growing from his sheath, it wasn't that he disliked anal, but it was the dominance of another stallion he had disliked. This… this was much better. He looked up at Rarity, locked eyes with the domme. Just mouthing the words, Shining thanked her with every ounce of his being, "Thank you."
Cadance walked around her husband, seeing the blue magic of her Mistress levitate over a leg restraint. Unlacing it, Cadance wrapped the sack around Shining's forelegs, binding them tight as she pulled the big laces tight again. She had him, he was trapped, restrained. "Mistress, can you bind his magic, just for tonight?"
"Shining?" Rarity got a nod from the stallion, his tongue peeking out the side of his mouth. "Good pet." Like an arc, Shining's pink magic started to siphon off, flying through the air toward Rarity. It was draining, drinking, milking him. Shining had no idea what the spell was, but it was insidious and perfect in how it disarmed his magic.
Prancing around her husband, Cadance's legs made little squeaks as her rubber stockings rubbed. She made sure Shining couldn't see the toy she brought over. It was big, bigger than she had had before. Magic flowed, her perfect blue magic, it wrapped the toy, producing thick, slick, lubricant. She moved the spell to her own plot, smearing her mound and tail-hole. She worked it around, then repeated the attention on Shining.
Shining Armor gave a low groan as his rear was rubbed, stroked, smeared, then some of the warm lube pushed inside. If the stallion could, he would have purred. "Sunshine, sunshine." Cadance's words were mesmerizing. "Ladybugs awake." Shining groaned, Cadance had been lining up and when she said the second part of the verse, she pushed back. He was filled by a thick toy that shoved deep into him, but it was already warm. Shining knew just what from.
"Clap your hooves." Cadance clopped her forehooves, having to push back hard and hump the double-ended toy into her husband. The soft clopping of her forehooves was accompanied by a little squeak each time.
"And do a little…" Shining bit down on his lower lip, the control, the dominance. He loved having his wife play like this, with nopony else. His body tensed. "Shake." Shining came as his hips were forced to sway, working the huge toy inside him. He unloaded onto the floor and he loved it.
"Again, pet." Rarity curled up, getting comfortable on the bed. She began to drink off Cadance's magic too now. "Slower this time, I want to see your floor drenched in both of your fluids."
"Yes, Mistress." Cadance squirmed her hips, getting down lower again. "Sunshine, sunshine..."
This one might be thought of as a "Bad End". So be careful where you tread.
"I am sorry Rainbow Dash, you have to wear it from now on. After what you did to Cloudsdale, trying to stop winter, it was commanded by Princess Celestia herself." Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship, had a friendship problem of her own.
"But look at the suit, I can't fly in that!" Rainbow poked at the black rubber outfit with one hoof, hovering up on her wings to look down on it. "What about if I say I am sorry?"
"You ruined winter. We were the second town they were processing, after us there was no clouds or snow left for anypony else." Twilight's horn lit with magic. "So this is going on."
Rainbow gained a little more height as the suit seemed to animate, the thick seam on the belly opening up. "No way! I am not letting you put that on— NO FAIR!" Purple magic had wrapped around Dash, too, and she was floated to the ground, just before the suit. "Twilight, I really don't want to—"
"You destroyed half the weather equipment in Cloudsdale, Dash! What, did you think they were just going to let you off with a hoof-wave? I argued for you," Twilight opened the belly of the suit up, pulled it up and over Rainbow's legs, "I put my own freedom on the line. If I don't put you in the suit, they are going to put ME in one!" She jerked the outfit, forcing the blue pegasus' back legs down deep into the rubber.
"This… okay, you got me, that doesn't feel so bad." Rainbow looked back at her legs. "A bit like the Wonderbolt outfits… tight, though." She gasped as it pulled up and over her plot; Twilight carefully teased her tail through the hole there—the grommet making her rainbow tail arch up behind her, suggestively. "Okay, that isn't so cool…"
Twilight had to heave with her magic, pinning Dash still while pulling the rubber up her body. She could already feel the magic of the suit working on the pegasus, she gulped and took a deep breath. Better her than me, while I am out of it I can work on a way to free her.
The world went dark for a moment as Rainbow had the hood flop forward over her face. "Hey, watch that." She had a moment of sight before darkness came again, Twilight's magic having pulled the rubber hood over her face, shoving her snout down into the mask. The eye holes aligned with her own eyes and Rainbow stared out of the black rubber face. "…" Something was wrong. Did a ball just push into my mouth? What is this thing?
"Okay Rainbow, step into the forelegs now." Twilight didn't get a reaction from her friend and reached up to the handle, poking an almost invisible stud there. "I said, step into the forelegs. I turned your hearing back on."
Dash blinked at her friend, she felt odd, tingly. When she didn't immediately move her left foreleg lifted in purple magic, stepping into one sleeve, followed by the second. A hot feeling, like a line of fire, traveled up her belly. Rainbow Dash was sealed in the suit, the "Prison Suit". Breathing was easy, although she heard a soft hiss with each breath.
"I am testing it, relax Dash." A well-meaning hoof brushed over Dash's head, rubbing her mane. It felt nice. Twilight poked at the studs on the handle that stood prominently, right where her friend's wings used to be.
Feeling her legs fold, Rainbow Dash was guided to the floor of the library. Her eyes were wide and she watched her forelegs bond to the suit and, with the back ones doing the same, she was immobilized. "Your hearing will go off now, testing-" She heard no more, not Twilight, not the odd squeaks the surrounding rubber made. What is this thing? I feel so… tingly...
Her vision was shut off next. She was alone in the dark, all she could do was focus on her breathing. In. Out. In. Out. … I CAN'T BREATHE!
"-ash, don't worry about the breathing, the suit is compensating for your organic self." Twilight had turned the poor mare's hearing back on. "Just nod your head if you are okay, shake it if you need help." Twilight waited, and waited. "Oh, right, you are completely immobilized now. Hold on."
The suit was strange, Rainbow Dash didn't feel it. The tightness was gone, the weight of it was gone. When Twilight touched the handle on her back, Rainbow actually felt the mare's touch, as if the handle was part of her. Suddenly her movement was restored, her sight too. She shot to her hooves and turned on her friend. "Twilight, what am… I can talk?"
"Yes, Dash, you can talk again. The suit is part of you, or… more to the point, you are part of it. The moment you think of doing anything against the law, it is going to clamp down on you completely." Twilight reached a wing out to her friend, pulling the forever bound pegasus into a hug.
The pegasus took one squeaky step after another. Looking to the side, she extended what felt like a wing. It wasn't, all she could see was the handle on her back.
"And you are sure, Princess Celestia?" Chrysalis licked her lips; not since Cadance had kicked her out of her lodgings in the Crystal Empire had the changeling queen taken to an offer so readily.
"You can read my emotions, Chrysalis." Celestia sipped from her teacup. She used the most dainty of little forks to break off another morsel of cheesecake. "So will you let me feel life growing inside me?"
Chrysalis did just what she had been accused of. She tasted desire, longing, the sting of something denied. "Now then, right here, right on the floor. Finish your cake first." Chrysalis felt her own body start to adapt, readying for what was to come.
Celestia looked to her guards, then back to the queen. "Go."
"No, stay. Drop your illusions." Chrysalis walked around the Princess, as the four Royal Guard flashed with green, revealing themselves to be drones. "Secure her on her back."
Too surprised and relieved to fight, Celestia started to roll over to her back but was beaten to the punch. Green, sickly magic wrapped around her, lifted her and set her back down on the floor. A changeling hissed and more magic flowed, coalescing around her forelegs, pulling them to the sides and then fading; leaving elastic changeling goop behind. "Fill me, please…"
Chrysalis herself stepped closer, her horn aglow. "I will do that, I will stuff so much life in you, Princess, that you will beg me to stop." The feeling Chrysalis got from the alicorn was sweeter than even Shining Armor's love had been. This was a love born of centuries, always being the foster-mother.
More glowing covered Celestia's snout, she felt it fade and leave behind a strong gag of more changeling goop. She looked up at Chrysalis as the queen positioned herself over her. Tears of pure joy came to her eyes.
Driving forward and down, Chrysalis shoved the end of her ovipositor between the alicorn's back legs, driving the tip down and into the mare's vulva. "My womb now, Celestia. Mine!" Chrysalis bucked, driving herself deeper. An oddly relaxing wave of pleasure spread through Celestia, as the changeling queen started to rut her. It felt like there was already something happening. "My body prepares yours, makes it impossible to resist me. Even now I leak fluids that will open every passage, you will be bare before me." Chrysalis bucked again, driving the tip of her ovipositor all the way into the mare's uterus.
Celestia gazed up, her spirit soaring. Chrysalis jerked back and out of her. But she wasn't out. There was a long tube leading from the changeling queen's body to the alicorn's sex. She couldn't look away, Celestia watched as the first bulge left Chrysalis, the outline clearly visible moving down the tube. Toward me. My first foal.
The pressure grew as the egg pressed at the mare's vulva, the hydraulic pressure in the egg-tube forcing it inwards, parting the Princess' passage and forcing the egg into her. Celestia moaned and screamed her pleasure, but none would hear the mare's vocalizations past the effective gag. The moment the first egg was deposited inside her, Celestia looked up, exultant glory on her face. She saw the tube, saw it bulging with more eggs.
"Coming here was clearly the best idea ever." Chrysalis gave a little grunt, forcing another egg into the mare. "Grow with my brood, Princess Womb, they will feed on your love until you lay them anew. They will hatch and carry your vitality." Celestia could barely hear the changeling, she was bucking and groaning, lost to the bliss until a dark face leaned over hers. "You will carry our foals, again and again." Celestia came, hard, long. She came to her wave of pleasure just as another egg forced its way into her body. Then the world went dark as she lost her fight with consciousness.
"And you are sure about her, Twilight?" Celestia was a little hungry, the mare standing before the four alicorns was… unique.
"I trust that Mane-iac Mayhem is reformed, aren't you?" Twilight looked over at the red-eyed earth pony that had slunk out of a comic book and into Equestria.
"Of course I am! Twilight has taught me friendship lessons and everything!" Mane gave a sharp little giggle at the end. "We had friendship lessons with Lyra and Sweetie, then friendship lessons with Octavia and Vinyl… then we even had a big friendship lesson with Twilight and all her friends!"
Three alicorns glared at the fourth. "Twilight!" Luna and Cadance exclaimed together, glaring at their newest member to the "Horny and Flappy" club.
"Yes, Twilight." Celestia stepped forward to speak for her peers. "You know the rules, if you find anything sexy-fun, you have to bring it to us first."
"But… friendship!" Twilight couldn't help but grin, she remembered quite clearly Mane-iac's idea of "friendship lessons"; Rarity was still walking crooked.
"I am here now, and full of friendship!" Mane-iac giggled. "So, who wants the first?" She formed her green mane into a curious shape, a shape the four alicorns knew all too well. A thick stallion-shaft wriggled in the air.
"Princess of Love!" Cadance lifted a hoof. "I call dibs on all lovi-" The pink princess didn't get to finish, the thick shaft speared forward and claimed her mouth. "Mmfmmfm!" Cadance half-closed her eyes, the shape pumping in and out delightfully. Mane spotted the mare pointing to her back-end and gladly obliged her further.
"Well that is hardly fair, Cadance always uses that excuse." Luna clopped her hoof and looked to Mane. "I demand to go… go… deeper…" The Princess of the Night's eyes rolled back in her head, she started rocking in place. Of course her back-end had been speared, stuffed to bursting with the tentacle-shafts.
"Ahem." Celestia drew to her full height.
"Yes?" Mane-iac was focused now, she just crammed a tentacle into Luna's snout and was examining the big white alicorn before her. "Oh, I bet you could take two in each hole? Or would you like just a few big ones?"
Celestia blinked and closed her eyes. "Surprise me." Her lips curled into a smile first, then a round "O" of shock as two shafts speared her aching vulva and one her tail-hole. "My… my… please… my mouth too!"
"Of course, my Princess." Mane kissed the begging alicorn and then obliged her request. "Which leaves Princess Twilight Sparkle. First of all, Princess, you won the bet. Not that I am mad, I never thought you could get me all the princesses to screw at once."
"Well it was-" Twilight's voice was cut short as a tentacle took her in each hole. Her eyes widened as they all seemed to ram in and out in time; it was so easy for her to give in to the pleasure.
Cadance was the first to get a prize, as one of the tentacles unloaded into her mouth. Jerking back at the last moment, the Princess of Love took some hot seed across her cheeks. Never one to refuse a partner, she leaned forward again and nuzzled the loose tentacle. "I think I need another…" both the other shafts, deep in her rear and vagina, unloaded and flooded her body, "friendship lesson." She kissed the wayward shaft, then licked it, coaxing it back to her mouth again.
Twilight looked up at the gentle hoof rubbing her mane. "Twilight Sparkle, you were right. Being evil is boring. Friendship is much more fun!" Mane-iac snorted and giggled at her own joke, redoubling her efforts with the four most important ponies in Equestria.
"Twilight! Darling, I am home." Rarity pranced into the castle like she owned it, as she did with every castle in Equestria now. Because I own the very things that rule those castles. Rarity smirked at her systematic claiming of alicorns as pets. Something was wrong, where was "her" Twilight? Rarity trotted up the stairs and slowed her hooves as she crept up to Twilight's bedroom. Grunting sounds came from within.
Twilight had her snout pressed firmly to the floor, her plot in the air. Rainbow Dash had the big toy strap-on fastened firmly to her hips and was pounding the Princess' plot. "Well well, I come back a little early to surprise my pet and find her eating out of another's hoof." Rarity advanced into the room. For her part, Twilight had frozen in terror, but Dash was still pounding away.
Darkness seemed to gather behind the pristine white unicorn. "How delightful, we need to punish them both." The darkness itself spoke and finally got Dash's attention. She looked around, watching black smoke pour into Rarity.
As the pegasus pulled free of Twi and raced for the window, Rarity's horn lit. The window crashed shut. "Yes, sister, I think this punishment is beyond me. Our pet seems to want what I don't have, and little Dashie…" The dark smoke finished pouring in, staining Rarity's coat and mane. "Dashie needs a collar." Nightmare Rarity stretched her neck and sent out her power. The windows and the door began to glow with purple-black fire, boiling over them in sheets. "Dashie, Dashie, Dashie. You turned me down once, tonight I will brand you a Shadowbolt."
"Twilight!" Rainbow Dash watched in terror as the nightmarish incarnation of her merchant friend seemed to grow in stature, filling out a little. But the real thing that had Dash's attention was under Nightmare's belly. A thick stallion length had grown, stretched, expanded out to full erection.
Looking up and over her shoulder, Twilight gave a happy sigh. "Thank you, Mistress, I… should have waited. You left me too needy…"
Rarity, her mind full of the darkness that could twist an eternal alicorn, simply walked forward and over the Princess of Friendship. Rainbow Dash watched as that huge shape plunged down and into her friend. "Twi?" Dash couldn't look away, she watched as the nightmarish Rarity started pounding and bucking into the alicorn.
"Dashie… Dashie…" Nightmare Rarity looked back over her shoulder, even as her body pounded the braced alicorn. "You're next Dashie." The gaze paralyzed Rainbow Dash. She felt a wave of flushed fear and excitement both grab her. I don't want to be a pet, I don't want to be Rarity's pet. She would… she would… pound me with that... Rainbow's jaw hung open a little, her tongue soon flicking back and forth as she panted.
With her Mistress ramming her body hard, Twilight gave happy groans and whimpers, she wanted to be good but with all the enchantments her owner had laid upon her lately, she got horny all the time. "H-Harder… Please Mistress… Harder."
"Twilight Sparkle, you never, ever, fail to earn my forgiveness." Rarity arched back her head and poured magic out and into a spell. As her body unloaded into the princess under her, the Nightmare-touched unicorn fashioned more of her spell.
Rainbow Dash was frozen by the look of power, by the spell that was being put together. "Please let-" She got not another word out as the magic lashed out at her, flying for her throat. As the inky-black power circled her throat, Rainbow Dash felt herself tremble, felt a lethargy set in that seemed to radiate from her neck.
Nightmare Rarity dismounted from her pet, spraying the last bit of herself on Twilight's belly. "Now, how well did my spell work?" She turned and looked at the pegasus in the corner, watching her weakly struggling to pull the perfectly seamless collar free. "Oh, Dashie, come and clean Twilight."
Rainbow looked up, the words gave her a measure of energy back. She blinked and watched as the dark version of Rarity rolled Twilight over and unloaded again. A deep hunger rose in Dash, she saw Twilight's slightly puffy belly, saw the mess of fluids leaking from her and Rainbow's mouth felt dry, her throat parched. Her new "mistress" was crouched behind the oasis that Rainbow saw Twilight to be, she saw her Mistress and felt complete. The collar tightened a little more and Rainbow sighed happily, trotting over to do as she was commanded.
Musky Touch hovered in the air and looked around. It was hard for her to speak normally, so instead she built up a special scent for her friend, a scent particular to their species and their leaders.
"This way, my Queen?" Phylum shook his head a moment to clear it of the instincts that the pheromone Musky sent him invoked. "Musk, can't you just make a normal scent? Like bananas, or mangoes?" But of course the changeling followed, spotting the sharply defined vaporous pony.
Lifting a hoof up to her snout, Musky motioned for quiet, leading Phylum down the alley and to the open window. The softest sound came from her throat, a giggle. Inside the pony home, she closed her eyes a moment and reached out for all the scents and markers that creatures leave just by living.
Phylum stood, watching the mare do her thing. A sound caught his attention and he moved on careful, silent hooves. Deeper in the house he found them.
"Why don't you stand up to them when they are saying those things?" A unicorn mare with a cutie mark of a flower blossomed on a white flank, was almost yelling at a similarly colored stallion. "Fancy, why don't you just pony up and defend me?"
"Fleur, I just-" Fancy Pants didn't get any further. The stallion's nose twitched and caused his eyes to widen.
Staying hidden himself, Phylum watched as Musky made her way into the room with the pair. Stealthy beyond measure, he knew just how hard it was to see the muskubus unless she was letting you see her, and even then it was more that you were smelling her, her scent building the image into a pony's head.
"Fancy?" Fleur Dis Lee blinked a few times, something had just touched her snout, touched inside her head too judging by how she suddenly felt. "F-F-Fancy…" Everything suddenly felt better, her mind flooding with all it needed to have her body led into arousal.
Musky fed more of the arousal-inducing musk to the mare, tasting her scent again and again to judge when she was just right. When Fleur's body was giving off almost as much musk as Musky herself, she reached out and delivered a new scent to Fancy.
A very surprised look flowed over Fancy's features. He blinked a few times, and each time his eyes opened again he felt less and less like a cultured and well to-do pony, and more like a stallion hungry for his mare. "Mine…" He cared very little for what might be in the way, Fancy mounted Fleur.
"Yes…" Phylum reached out and started to drink. As always—when feeding—there was another at his side, drinking at the couple who had been fighting moments earlier. "Musky, they are delicious!"
"Of course." Musky's words were thick and dwelled heavily in the mind, they lingered thanks to them being a synaesthesiaed scent. She didn't let up, even when the stallion unloaded himself—especially when the stallion unloaded himself. "Your turn."
Phylum didn't need Musky's tricks to be ready for the moaning mare, he didn't need her to encourage him at all; but he appreciated it.
"You said you would do it, stud." Chrysalis was laying on her back, looking down the purple snout of her disguise. Her vision was taken up first with the modest pony shaft between her back legs, and a backdrop of Shining Armor.
"That… I said I would give you a blow-job, nothing about you being disguised as my sister!" Shining stomped a hoof. "I still can't believe you won the bet…"
"Fair and square. Now, I can help you, but it will mean another favor later." Chrysalis purred, her forehoof reaching down to gently rub the black pony dong. "Just tell me and I can make this so much easier." Her voice dropped into that beguiling tone she used when wanting to be alluring.
"Hypnotize me?" Shining tried to look away but was pinned by the green eyes of the changeling queen. At least she didn't use Twily's eyes, too. "Okay… damn you Chryssi, you make it hard to love you sometimes." His body trembled, however. Shining loved being used by the queen and both of them knew it.
The green eyes staring back into Shining's seemed to glow a little and he felt the power of the Queen push into his head, crowding thoughts out and "setting up shop" as it were. Relaxation poured over him. "Thank you…"
"Good boy, now, you really want your sister's big cock, don't you?" Chrysalis squirmed her hips, making the dong wobble from side to side; Shining's head turned in time with the motions it made, tracking it.
"Want it… please?" Nothing else seemed to matter, Shining was trapped by not only Chrysalis' magic, but her pole.
"Good boy Shining, you can have it, but you have to promise to keep sucking until I am all done." Chrysalis adjusted her voice now so she even sounded like Twilight.
"Thank-" Shining wasn't able to finish thanking the Queen properly, his mouth wrapped around the shaft and he began to suckle and suck on it, his mind free of all the little problems felating his sister might normally cause. "Mmmm."
Chrysalis rolled her head back, moaning loudly in Twilight's voice. If control over a blushing stallion that wasn't her husband turned her on a little, making him suck his "sister" off was pure bliss. She loved it, and she could taste Shining loving it too.
"Shiny I just-" Cadance froze in the doorway, looking at the scene before her. "Twilight?" Her scream almost summoned the guards, they would have come running if they weren't under strict orders to ignore yells and cries from this particular room. "Wait a moment… Chrysalis?"
"Bingo." Chryssi still used Twilight's voice, smiling at the Princess. "Wanna join him? I am," Chrysalis flicked her long tongue out, a tongue that Cadance had experienced before, "hungry for seconds."
Nodding, Cadance had only a moment before "Twilight's" eyes flared with green power. The worries and cares of the Empire, of being a princess, of needing to do anything but offer her vulva to the mare before her; slipped away. "Yes, Queen Chrysalis."
I don't normally write these, but here goes. This could almost be a bad end, it seems that way until the big D comes in and explains things. It could be considered horror and dark... but it is inanimate TF, sorry if it isn't your thing.
Twilight yawned and stretched in her bed. Nearly every muscle protested the movements, she felt stiff but not sore. "That's what I get for dancing all night at the Grand Galloping Gala with Discord." The biggest advantage to her bed's height was proven as she flopped sideways, landing on her legs with practiced laziness.
Walking across her bedroom, the Princess of Friendship was a little annoyed that her muscles hadn't freed up any, that it felt so hard to move. "Bath, that will fix this. A nice long soak in my tub." She started walking for her en-suite bathroom when she began to pass her full-length mirror. "Silly Twilicane…" She stopped exactly ten steps passed the mirror and ran back to it, tripping at the last moment and falling in a heap.
Staring back at Twilight in the mirror, looking like it was dropped on the floor at the same angle as her, was the Twilicane. The grin was terrible, horrible; it was not the sort of grin anypony gave before breakfast. "Discord!" Though she bellowed, the Spirit of Chaos did not manifest. "I can't believe this. Okay, good prank, if anypony needs me they can wait until after my bath." As she got up and turned, she failed to see that the end-stone of the Twilicane—in the mirror—had been replaced by a fluffy pony tail.
Walking into the bathroom, she didn't want to look in the mirror and see the practical joke again, so Twilight walked right to the bath and reached out with her hooves. "No time to be messing up with magic…" she muttered, turning the knobs of the bath on and then, without wanting to think about the mirror, climbed into the tub.
"Sweet Celestia, Luna, Cadance, and me; this is good…" Twilight sank into the hot water, letting it soak away the muscle stiffness. So relaxing was it that with a start she jerked back awake and was staring at the wall opposite. "Oh gosh, how long did I sleep?" Struggling a little, feeling her back legs still stiff, she pulled free of the water and landed with a flop on the floor. "What's wrong with my… my… oh no. DISCORD!" Twilight bellowed the name now, anger shooting through her as she crawled to the vanity and, using her forelegs, pulled herself up. Behind the mare, her tail had gained a golden sheen, and looking she noticed her legs and hips getting the same.
Turning, fearing what she might see, Twilight looked in the mirror. Staring back was the Twilicane, but now the bottom end of it, about half the handle, looked like a purple pony body. Movement, then again, she watched as more of the body appeared in the mirror.
"Buck, oh buck buck buck!" Twilight watched as her own wings appeared in the mirror, slowly fading in, then her upper torso. "No no no!" She turned to run, to race for the door of her bedroom. Her forelegs stiffened up before she got out of her bathroom and she fell to the floor, unable to move. "Please, not my…" Instinct kicked in, Twilight's horn lit and suddenly she wasn't there.
POMF
She appeared on the floor not ten feet away, in front of the floor-length mirror. Only now she wasn't on the floor, she was in the mirror, staring at the Twilicane sitting on the floor of her bedroom. She bumped both forehooves on the glass, trying to break out of the mirror. It wasn't a perfect copy, of course, even trapped Twilight couldn't stop grinning at the world.
"Oh, THERE you are." Discord appeared, picked up the cane from the floor. "I had wondered where you got to." He twirled it in the air. He tipped his hat to nopony but, at the last moment, turned. "You stepped on my hoof six times, Twilight Sparkle, six times! You can get out of the mirror in an hour, consider this your first dancing lesson."
"The Great and Powerful Trixie requires a short break!" Trixie ducked back behind the curtains and shook with joy. "Such a rush!" She pranced along backstage and looked to her dressing room. "But Trixie knows a way to get a better one." She grinned wide and stepped into the facilities and spotted just the one stall.
Trotting toward it, Trixie still had the sound of the crowd in her ears, the roar of their approval echoing in her head. Her horn lit and she used her magic to stroke up and under her tail. Pushing the bathroom stall door open, she ducked inside, seeking the privacy for a little work-out. The unicorn froze in place.
"Hi I am-" Leak Provision halted and stared. The blue mare had her tail arched up and over her back, he could see her magic stroking behind her. "Oh my!"
"This is intriguing. The Curious and Aroused Trixie wonders just what this strange pony is?" Trixie could see Leak's shaft start to hang free already and felt the elation of her performance now grow into a rush of need. "Trixie thinks she has found a new friend."
Leak could only stare as the mare trotted toward him and spun around. Her tail brushed his face as she climbed up and settled on his seat. "T-Trixie? Hi, I'm Leak Pre-" He was cut off again, the mare had squirmed to get into position just as his shaft rose enough to find her rear. "Provision!" The words fell out in a rush as he grew up and into the oddly well-lubed rear.
Trixie leaned back against the strangest pony she had ever met. "Leak Provision? Trixie has a Great and Powerful need…" She felt his forelegs wrap around her, pulling her into an odd embrace. Trixie's insides squeezed and clung to the swelling length, she used one of her favorite spells to make sure Leak's path was eased, but it wasn't long until she felt the growing stop.
"Never… never had a mare do… do this…" Leak held on tight, feeling the entertainer pressed down on his seat was one thing, feeling his bidet attachment so well squeezed was another. "P-P-Pleased to meet you!"
Lifting herself up with her thighs, Trixie plopped back down, hearing the toilet-stallion groan in her ear. "Trixie thinks this is the best bathroom she has ever visited." She started to work her body up and down, over and over. It didn't take much before she started to groan and cry out in bliss, her body trembling and milking at the shaft inside her. But something was wrong. "L-Leak?"
"Please flush me!" Leak practically screamed the words, burying his snout in the blue mane. "Please?"
"Since you asked nicely." Trixie reached back over her shoulder and twitched the stallion's ear. A second wave of pleasure rushed through her, the pressure of him unloading inside her made Trixie cry out and moan her pleasure, even with her vulva winking and clutching at emptiness. Panting for breath, Trixie reached back a second time. "Trixie thinks she is going to like this…" She twitched the stallion's ear a second time.
Heads-up. The name for the tentacle monster is made up. Please do not tag Badumsquish's art with the name.
"This is him." Twilight Velvet blushed at her husband. "I call him Mr. Swell." She smiled at the five pony-lengths of tentacle-worm that waved a pointed end at her and her husband.
"When you said," Night Light began, "that you wanted to spice things up, and introduce me to 'somepony' who you would like to join in, I thought you meant a mare or stallion." He took a deep breath. "Not that I mean anything bad by that, Mr. Swell. But you have to understand, this is a little bit of a surprise."
"You know it was my turn, Nighty. He said he would play nice with both of us." Twilight Velvet held out a hoof to the tentacle creature, one end of it twirling around her hoof playfully.
"It is, but Mr. Swell, do you like stallions? I mean, the love of tentacles for mares is… legendary, but—" Night Light was jerked off his hooves and pulled to his back as the rest of the tentacle wrapped around him. As the tip rubbed up and against the opening of his sheath, he gave an appreciative groan.
"That's a yes, dear." Twilight lifted her hoof up and toward her, kissing the tip of the tentacle. It slid against her lips and within them, pressing into her mouth and swelling out inside. Gasping and groaning, Twilight's eyes fluttered closed.
Night watched his wife orally pleasure the end of the tentacle, her cheeks puffing out with the mass of it inside her. "How about you… you… right there… that is good…" His eyes crossed; Night Light was pushing out of his sheath and into the grip of the tentacle, and as it squeezed and encouraged him to full hardness, it squirmed at his urethra.
Twilight felt the tentacle pull from her lips just as she was tilted into the air at just the right angle that she could kiss her husband. "Love y—" She didn't care that her words were cut off, but her eyes locked onto a prize. Lighting her horn, she wrapped Night's balls in her magic, and as the tentacle stroked and rubbed him, she massaged his orbs.
Unable to do anything but stare up as his wife became impaled on the tentacle, Night watched as more of the thing squirmed into her vulva. The touch of the tentacle on his shaft changed, but then he felt the second end of Mr. Swell nuzzled up to his anus. He closed his eyes in bliss, groaning into Twilight's mouth as his rear was claimed. Squirming inside him, Night didn't have long to wait for the tentacle to start pumping.
"Mmfmfm…" Twilight groaned against her husband's lips, she suddenly felt full, the tentacle swelling up and locking inside her, while pumping her body with its seed. Her eyes fluttering, Twilight Velvet looked at Night's shaft, just in time for it to erupt. Her own body suddenly trembled, the stuffing by the tentacle combining with the painting by her husband, to send her over the edge and into an orgasm.
The two ponies struggled and bucked, groaned and moaned as they were treated to grand pleasure by Mr. Swell. With time, all three retired to Canterlot. Time passed, Twilight had some bad days, and all too soon the reason was known.
Twilight was relaxed, laying on her back in her and Night's sun-room. Her belly was starting to show, slightly puffy, but she knew it wasn't her husband's foal this time. "Mr. Swell, you are a very naughty tentacle." The pressure in her bowels grew as the tentacle unloaded more. "But every time Nighty tried to screw me, you took me instead. Anypony would think you deliberately knocked me up." She trembled in bliss as she felt the thick shape in her rear squirm.
Vinyl stood in the hotel room, alone. Sitting on the bed was a blindfold, an inhibitor ring, and an old set of leg-hobbles. Short, measured steps took her to the door; she locked it. "He has the key." A shudder of bliss ran from her neck all the way down her spine, over her croup and under her dock.
With measured actions, Vinyl Scratch's magic levitated the hobbles up to her forelegs. Two loud clicks sounded as the things locked on. "I don't have a key for those… I hope He comes soon." She brought the blindfold up next, fastening it to her head, blanking out her vision. The last thing was the ring; it was slippery for her magic to grab, but she managed to get it up and onto her horn. Magic snuffed out, Vinyl couldn't feel any power anymore.
The rattle of chains echoed in her ears as she settled down on the bed. Leaning forward, she set her head down on her forelegs then stretched out her back legs behind her, and flagged her tail high.
Time passed, anticipation built. Vinyl felt herself getting hotter and hotter. She kept waiting for the door to unlock, the sound of it opening. Then a hoof traced down her spine. Groaning, Vinyl's thoughts scattered to the wind as the touch turned into a gentle tug on her tail. I am a good filly, I held it up for you.
Something grabbed the chain at her forelegs, hoisting Vinyl up, dragging her towards the roof of the room, then it stopped. Something was wrong, though, her blindfold was slipping. Before her sight was restored, Vinyl clamped her eyes closed. So focused was she on not seeing Him, that she barely felt the head and shoulder slip under her, supporting her body. When her stallion touched her folds with his lips, Vinyl couldn't stop herself from moaning.
Helpless, trapped, Vinyl started to rock her athletic body, grinding down against His lips. A hoof gripped tight to her tail's dock again, and yanked sharply. Vinyl squealed and sped up. Her whole body was on fire, but the hottest embers were between her legs. He began to lick her with his thick tongue, stroking from the base of her vulva right to her little clit.
As Vinyl's world narrowed down to the burning flames He was stoking inside her, she moaned louder and louder, soon screaming her joy at the top of her lungs. She wasn't DJ-Pon3, she wasn't Vinyl Scratch, she was just a bound mare for a stallion to play with.
With one hoof jerking her tail He stroked up and down her cutie mark with the other. Vinyl knew her stallion had spent time with her in the past; He knew all the places she loved being touched. He played her like an instrument.
Climax hit Vinyl, she bored down her weight on His mouth; and didn't dare open her eyes. Rocking in place, moaning again and again, Vinyl slowly came back from the rush, from the beat He had set inside her.
Pinkie Pie slid out from under Vinyl Scratch, keeping her mouth tightly closed. Stopping the recorder, she reached up above Vinyl's head and unlocked the hobbles. Stallion, Pinkie. Remember you are her stallion. She mashed her lips harshly against Vinyl's, making sure the unicorn could taste herself.
As Vinyl heard the door close and lock, she finally opened her eyes and fell sideways to the bed. Minutes passed, minutes where her hoof strayed down between her back legs, stroking; Vinyl remembered every second of her time in His hooves. Pushing herself to a second climax, she finally laid eyes on the recording machine on the bedside table—and the note beside it.
Until next time, my mare. I recorded you, make a song for your next show, something that reminds me of your taste.
Vinyl's heart fluttered in her chest, and the great techno-hardcore DJ swooned onto the bed with the sigh of a filly for her first love.
"Look, I have a deal with Chrysalis. Just take me to her and we can sort this out!" Braeburn was pleading with his captors.
"Why would our queen make deals with ponies? You are trying to trick us!" Chirp kept marching, carrying the pony along. "Maybe I should goop your head like I did your legs, that way you won't talk so much?"
Struggling was useless, of course. Brae gave a sigh. "Can't you at least find a changeling who knows about our deal?" He knew the hive well enough, he had been coming here for a while now. "I have a deal with Chrysalis, I come and give some love for a while, and you leave me alone to run my ranch."
Chirp stared at the pony and put them down beside the pods (where other ponies were floating, providing energy to the hive). "Okay pony. I will go get my Queen, and she is going to come down and do horrible things to you." Chirp had had enough. Leaving Braeburn partially glued to the floor, they buzzed their wings and took off.
"Finally!" Braeburn's voice echoed a little, and he realized he was all alone in the chamber. "Okay, this place is spooky…"
"You don't know the half of it. Sometimes all I have to talk to are the pods!"
Braeburn spun around and saw the strangest thing. "Who are you?" Standing behind the pod he was glued beside what looked like a pony completely covered in slime. "Are you okay?"
"Yup! You don't look to be doing so well, though." Shifting closer to the trapped pony, the mass of goop lifted a hoof to rub his cheek. "You aren't thinking nice things."
"Uh… well I am trapped in a changeling hive." Braeburn wasn't sure why he was blushing, the mare seemed nice, but wasn't actually flirting—or was she? "When did they get you? And why aren't you in a pod?"
"Me?" Lifting the hoof up again, the goo pony began to stroke at Braeburn's cheek, over and over. "They never got me, I just sort of woke up down here…" She pressed her hoof more firmly against the stallion's face, smearing herself around on his cheeks and mouth.
Brae tried to reply, but the goop around his face had effectively sealed his lips closed. He stared at the goo pony now as it dawned on him that he couldn't actually see a pony inside the stuff. He tried to squirm, but she moved forward, rubbing every bit of exposed flesh with her hooves, painting him into a more fixed position.
"There, now you aren't making so much noise—I don't like noise." The goo pony lifted a hoof to her own chin and tapped it. "I know! Ponies in here need to be in pods, I can do that for you." She moved forward, her body pressing against Braeburn's and flowing around him.
The sight of the goop wrapping around his body scared Braeburn at first, but as more of her flowed around him, he noticed that he was being forced to curl up into a tight ball. Restrained still, fluid started to flood in around him, pouring into his nose. Instinct screamed to hold his breath, but after nearly five minutes in the goopy liquid he gave in. Blinking, Braeburn realized the stuff wasn't drowning him.
"Perfect. Now you have your own special little pod!" Trotting off to the back of the cave, the goo pony's big belly swayed a little under her with the curled up pony inside. Instinct made her reach to the pony's mind, a gentle nudge pushing him off into a dream.
"Okay, so where is this pony?" Chrysalis stalked into the newest pod room. "Are you sure they said their name was Braeburn? You dolt, we have a deal…" Her emotions warmed a little just at the thought of the only pony she actually liked. She had a date with him next week, after all.
"He… he said that was his name. He must have escaped, my Queen!" Chirp looked around in a panic.
Neither changeling saw the goo pony curled up in the darkest part of the cave, one of her hooves gently rubbing her transparent belly.
Caramel shifted his haunches again. "I have the stuff now! Just give me a minute to get a glass of water and your fate is sealed!" The discomfort in his bowels was almost unbearable, although not painful.
Deep inside the stallion's body, a tiny voice could be (strangely) heard clearly. "No you won't." Calista shifted her multisegmented body again, and felt the squeezing clench of Caramel's muscles around her. "If you touch those drugs I won't let you have your present."
Stopping, his hoof inches from the little blister-strip on his kitchen bench, Caramel's curiosity started to eat at him. "What could you possibly give me?"
"Are you negotiating?" Adjusting herself again, and causing her host to unclench and squeeze down, Calista giggled. She was at her prize.
"N-N-No!" Caramel's hoof moved closer, and was just an inch from the worming tablets.
"Well, I will give you a hint." Calista squirmed her tail, pressing just the tip between the tight ring of Caramel's anus. "It rhymes with 'ostate assage.' "
The guessing game caught full hold of Caramel's curiosity, and his hoof hesitated. " 'ostate assage'?"
"Since you asked nicely." Sinking her tiny forehooves against the organ Calista was pressed against, she began to rub and nuzzle at Caramel's prostate. His body was suddenly shifting around her, but she had braced well enough that he wouldn't dislodge her.
Caramel's eyes crossed, and his brain switched off. Faster than it ever had before, his hefty shaft dropped free from its sheath and began to harden. Each stroke against his prostate felt amazing, better than any sex he had ever had.
Without a mare in sight, Caramel started to buck into the air. His hips pistoned, and despite his shaft receiving no attention at all, he soon blasted his seed across the floor.
Calista didn't let up. Continuing her massage, she felt her host fold down and sprawl in the mess he had made on the floor. She began to lick his most sensitive organ, and when she pushed him to a second orgasm, she accidentally jetted out a little fountain of eggs under his tail.
Slowly, Caramel regained control of his senses. He just blinked at the sideways view of the world, and ignored the mess he was laying in. "W-W-What was that?"
"Aww. You don't want to play the game? Okay. That was a prostate massage, and if you are a good colt, I will give you another." Calista squirmed her tail a little. "Are you a good colt?"
It was degrading, and Caramel could practically feel an ethereal bridle pulling around his head, but the sensations the tiny parasite had driven him to were just too good—too amazing. "Y-Yes…"
"Now now. My name is Mistress Calista, but you may call me by my first name: Mistress." Calista only had to rub the stallion's prostate just once and she felt him clench anew. "Now, tell me you are a good colt, and will do what I say."
"I—I'm a good colt, M-M-Mistress. I'll do what you say…" Things had shifted, the reins of control had been yanked from Caramel's grip by the tiny parasite. "Please?"
"You are a good colt." Calista started to massage again, and mentally put together a shopping list of her favorite foods.
"Okay, Pinkie, go for it!" Twilight voice was higher pitched than normal, but it carried no less of her usual amount of SCIENCE!
"So… I just swallow you, right?" Looking at the tiny, pony-like creature balanced on the end of her hoof, Pinkie couldn't help but liken her coloring to a big chocolate brownie. Twilight nodded up at her, but something seemed off. "I don't know, Twilight. I am not sure if I—"
Pinkie Pie suddenly had Twilight Sparkle, self-titled "Princess of Stomachs," scurrying up towards her face. "Stop, Twilight!" Her tone was so sharp, and voice so loud that her tiny, adorable attacker did stop in place. "You need some caramel!"
"Of course! Pinkie Pie, I knew I could trust you with this step!" Rather than race to get into her friend's mouth, Twilight climbed up until she reached the edge of Pinkie Pie's mane. A slight twinge, as if real danger was just a tail-length away, clutched at Twilight. Instead of the pink mane, she bounded down and rode on Pinkie Pie's back.
Working in Sugarcube Corner's kitchen as she did, Pinkie Pie had the makings of a good, salty caramel already simmering. "How hot can you take it, Twilight?"
Twilight gasped in shock. Pinkie Pie had arranged SCIENCE! "I don't know! Pinkie, you need to measure off three amounts of—"
"Oops"
Twilight found herself in warm caramel that was over a low heat on the stove. The caramel wasn't so hot as it was going to burn her, but Twilight was still not going to push her little hooves to the bottom of the pan. Laying on her belly, she realized how good it felt to be in such a warm place. "Pinkie, this is great!"
Pinkie let out one of her trademark giggles. "Silly billy, you can't stay in there. Remember Twilight, you said something about science?" As she spoke, Pinkie brought a big wooden spoon over and dipped it into the caramel.
In bliss, Twilight was rolling her little body around in the caramel. When the spoon splashed in beside her, she rolled to her belly like a tiny crocodile. Before she could climb onto the spoon, however, a rush of convulsions ran through her body. Twilight was more surprised than scared; everything felt just fine.
Done with whatever strange feeling this little alp-luachra body deemed needful, Twilight showed off her amazing new climbing skills and crawled up the big wooden spoon. Covered in brown, gooey goodness, Twilight sat on the spoon as Pinkie lifted it up.
"Are you ready, Twilight?" Pinkie Pie took the tiny giggle and nod from her friend for assent, and opened her mouth. The spoon slid past her lips, and so did the most amazingly sweet and salty substance.
Twilight's instinct kicked in, and she shoved off the spoon. Coated in caramel, she had no problem slipping to the back of Pinkie Pie's throat and kicking her little back legs. Strong muscles caught her, and if it wasn't for Twilight's expert knowledge of SCIENCE, she would have been a little worried.
The mass of Twilight's body shifted down Pinkie Pie's throat, and she made sure to gulp as hard as she could. The feel of something larger-than-normal settling in her belly made Pinkie giggle. "Are you alright in there, Twilight?"
In a sugar-filled wonderland (a wonderland for an alp-luachra, at least), Twilight squirmed her little body until she was happily reclining. More caramel oozed down from above, and she gulped down a good portion of it.
Pinkie Pie looked up in shock as Applejack barged into the Sugarcube Corner kitchen.
"Pinkie Pie! Have you seen Twilight? She gone and changed herself into some kind o' critter, and is pesterin' everypony to eat her!" Applejack's eyes narrowed, and she looked at Pinkie's face. Smeared around Pinkie's lips were the most decadent caramel, but the real give-away was the tiny hoofprints in the caramel on the wooden spoon. "Pinkie!"
"But she asked really nice! And she said something about science." Pinkie Pie's ears tucked back in worry, and she looked down at the spoon. Reaching over to the stove, she stuck the wooden spoon back in the caramel, not noticing the tiny little alp-luacha egg on the spoon, or the mass of them in the caramel.
Deep within Pinkie Pie's body, a tiny voice yelled: "SCIENCE!"
Somnambula galloped. Her hooves were like thunder in the magically enchanted temple. Everything was built on a huge scale that dwarfed her, and she would normally be flying, but the magic of the place kept any creature from flying.
The softest of sounds came from behind her, and Somnambula dug her hooves down, changed direction and kept pounding. The sound of a huge body sliding along the floor and hitting the wall told her just how close she had come to being caught. "All I have to do is get to the end!"
"You know that the longer an intruder is in my temple, the hornier I get!" Having given up on being quiet, the sphinx's paws (claws extended) propelled her after the fleeing pegasus. "I've got you this time, Somnambula!"
The edge of the temple was just ahead, and Somnambula could see the sunshine and taste the pure, un-musty air. But just before she could put her first forehoof on the line of bricks that was the finish, a paw came down on her back. For a brief moment, Somnambula considered pulling out from under the sphinx's grip—then the claws came down around her. "I give!"
The paw was, of course, huge. It spanned the full length of Somnambula's body, and matched an equally large sphinx—hermaphrodite, sphinx (as they all were).
"No, Somnambula, you take." The sphinx pulled back with its paw, dragging the pony and her prize with it. "You know the penalty for intruding on my lair." Tossing the pegasus up into the air, the sphinx was delighted at having something to play with and dropped to her back.
Somnambula was caught again on the base of a forepaw, and juggled to its opposite. A strong smell was filling her nose, and she knew all too well what it was. "Do we have to? Can't you just let me go this time? I won't tell anypony."
Bringing Somnambula right up to her nose, the sphinx smiled, showing fangs aplenty. "You knew the rules the first time you came in here, and you knew them when you came in today. I caught you, and this time you will carry my kittens."
The smell, of course, was a mix of tomcat and stallion arousal, and was unique to the sphinx race. "You have got to be kidding! I am way too small for you to do that!" Despite her protests, Somnambula was struggling to keep back her grin.
"Maybe, but we sphinx have our ways." The sphinx juggled Somnambula from paw to paw a few more times, before tossing the pony high into the air. The distance and strength was perfect, and Somnambula fell across the sphinx's erect shaft.
The bouncing of the huge dong took the brunt of the fall, and for a moment Somnambula was relieved the sphinx hadn't tossed her higher. Then she realized exactly where she was. "Hey! This is disgusting! Ack!" A huge paw pressed down on Somnambula's back, and started to stroke.
"Good pony." The sphinx knew many facts of the world, and one of the more fun ones was sphinx breeding. Sphinx came in two sizes, her own, and pony. Getting a sphinx litter on Somnambula would result in two to six kittens of pony size. She watched the mare's expression as she used them to rub herself off.
The huge dong was shaped just like a pony one, and Somnambula was now soaking in the slick fluid it leaked, while being pushed along between the tip and the sphinx's medial ring. "If I be good and get you off, will you let me go?"
"Of course." The sphinx only had a moment to wait before she groaned in bliss; Somnambula was now hugging the sphinx's shaft with her legs. "Ohhh…"
Somnambula felt the sphinx's body react to her hugging; the shaft grew harder, and Somnambula could hear a deep rumbling sound fill the huge hall. The strong smell of the sphinx's arousal was starting to affect her, and Somnambula tried to reach a hoof back to stroke her vulva.
"Hey! No fair!" The sphinx curled her claws around Somnambula and lifted the mare off the giant penis. "Just for that, I will let you go."
A strange turn of events saw Somnambula standing, and then suddenly running. She knew what was coming now, or what was about to. The sphinx had carried her a little back into the temple, but Somnambula hoped she would be fast enough.
Just three pony lengths from the exit again, and once more a paw crashed onto Somnambula's back. She wailed in defeat, and then groaned as the huge form of the sphinx stepped over the top of her pinned body.
Pressure crashed against Somnambula's rump, and she didn't have to glance back to see that it was the sphinx's shaft. "P-P-Please!"
Already on edge, the sphinx smiled. "Beg for it."
"Give me all you have, please!" Somnambula blushed hotly at her words, words she had screamed to the sphinx so many times.
"As you wish." The sphinx's body, on edge, exploded. Pressure roared down the giant penis and, despite the paw on Somnambula's back, the force of it hitting her, filling her ass and womb instantly, pushed the pegasus forward.
Somnambula melted in bliss at the rush of sensation. The feeling of being plugged so full of sphinx seed that she sported a bloated belly was enough that her lust-induced senses shoved her into an orgasm. Her legs buckled, and Somnambula folded to the floor of the temple.
Spent, the sphinx flopped to her belly beside Somnambula, not caring about the mess that covered her belly. "Why do you keep coming back?"
"You told the village they have to send a mare every month. You never said it couldn't be the same mare." Somnambula squirmed in a huge puddle of hot sphinx seed.
The sphinx purred loudly. "I figured you would have tried to fight me off by now. Also, you suck at galloping."
I shifted again because they shifted again. "I feel so full."
"You're supposed to. You're carrying our eggs." Sonata was huge compared to a pony, huge compared to me. She'd coiled herself around me like a protective mother around her brood—which was entirely true. "Have they started working on you?"
The question didn't surprise me because Sonata Dusk had explained everything before we'd started. I nodded, aware that she would be able to feel my every movement anyway. "I feel bloated, but it's starting to ease. That's them working, right?"
Her huge tongue found my neck, coiled half around it, and started to lick the fur of my throat all the way up the side of my face—the wrong way of course. "You'll grow a stallion-womb. They'll slowly work their way into it, and it will all become easier then." Again her tongue came out, and I got another huge lick up the side of my face.
"You said it can take hours, but I think—" Words failed me. The "stallion womb" had apparently formed early, and just like Sonata had said the eggs going into it felt good beyond measure. It was like sex, again, but as each of the large spheres passed from my colon into the entirely new organ, I climaxed.
A vibration started around me, and Sonata coiled tighter. I whimpered like a young mare experiencing sex for the first time, and I bucked and squirmed in her tight grip. Though Sonata Dusk wasn't inside of me, what we'd done had caused this.
Purring. The vibrations were Sonata purring. Another egg pushed through the tight sphincter between my womb and my colon, and I screamed in orgasmic bliss. Again. Again. And six more times I was pushed to climax by an entirely new organ within me. I couldn't stop, it wouldn't stop, and I loved every second of it.
The sound of the big predator coiled around me, purring like a kitten, was a constant now. I could barely think of anything but how good it felt to be in her embrace. "I love you, Sonata."
"Silly Flashy, of course you do. Siren's can feed on anger, but we can feel all emotions. I love you too, my soft little taco." Of course she'd call me that. I felt her tongue find my neck again, and again it coiled around my throat like a collar. Every time she licked me like that, I felt more free afterward, and the return of her tongue to my throat felt better.
The eggs seemed to settle into place, now making my belly swell just like a mare's would in my situation. The thought reminded me of Somnambula and Meadowbrook. We'd all volunteered for this, but they'd taken it as a chore—I loved my taco-fish.
Her tongue came again, and my heart beat a little faster when she lingered on the collaring part. My mind filled with submissive bliss, and my smile could not be wider.
Moon Dancer looked at the little purple egg. "I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. She’s just a friend, I shouldn’t—" But she couldn’t finish the words. She couldn’t actually say no to the Princess of Friendship’s naughty plan.
Using her magic, Moon sent a little spark of energy into the egg and, before she thought about it another second, pressed it to her damp vulva and inwards. The magic of the toy started, and with a little squirm it pulled itself deeper inside her. She waited for a few minutes, but nothing happened.
"This is so wrong…"
It was hard to forget about the egg. The device was silent inside her, but she knew exactly what it was doing—every moment she spent studying was observed, measured, and logged by the device. At the end of the day, when Moon Dancer headed home, the thing activated.
It was a prototype. It was a device to encourage lusty mares to focus on their schoolwork. Twilight had asked Moon to test it, and the minute she was out of the public eye and in the quiet of her little house, it activated.
Throbbing, deep vibrations almost took Moon Dancer’s legs out from under her. Her eyes crossed, and she began rocking in place in the middle of her living room. The toy had seen just how much of the day she spent working over books, and it rewarded her for it with a quick orgasm.
Squealing, arching her back and shoving toward the stallion that wasn’t there, Moon Dancer was well aware that she was only getting this release because she’d studied. It was a wonderful association to make, and while her body trembled in bliss, her mind tried to wrangle her to move to somewhere more appropriate.
One shaking step at a time, Moon Dancer tried to ignore the buzzing of the toy magically locked inside her. She focused her attention on her bedroom, and marched one leg, then another.
She almost made it to her bed before she climaxed again.
"TWILIGHT!" Moon Dancer blushed at the subject of her cry of orgasmic bliss, but the toy was unrelenting with its praise for her work throughout the day. She eventually managed to get on the bed, but a third orgasm caused all her limbs to turn to jelly, and her mind swiftly followed.
More of just a continuation of the last one, no clop.
The clock on the wall ticked. Somnambula could have been perfectly happy doing her favorite thing in the world—meditation—but the tick of the clock was like a hammer on the side of her head. It didn't help that two of her kittens were tap-dancing on her bladder.
"Miss Somnambula?" a nurse called.
"That is me." Somnambula started the slow process of getting to her hooves. Nopony should have a belly as big as hers was, it was impossible for a mare to even stretch this far. "Just a bit—" Leaning forward and flapping her wings a little, Somnambula gained her hooves and waddled after the nurse.
Everything about the pregnancy (today at least) was annoying. She felt like a hippo riding on stilts. She walked—well—Somnambula's back end hadn't swayed so much since she'd put on a show for Prince Hissan.
Memories of the prince from long ago warmed Somnabula and made her current condition more tolerable.
"Ah! You're Miss Somnambula? What are you here for?" Dr. Horse asked a moment before he looked up. "Scratch that question. What's the details?"
Enjoying the unique experience of a medical professional that listened instead of looked, Somnambula began describing her condition. "I have been in a magical sleep for a thousand years. When I woke my belly was flat, but it has quickly grown."
"I see. Do you remember who the father might be?" The case wasn't unique, despite what Dr. Horse might have wished. He remembered the brave young stallion he'd seen the day before with a siren egg growing inside him.
Somnambula was ready to reply when a flashback caught her up. Nights spent with Prince Hissan and the sphinx participating in the most outrageous of sexual games. She particularly liked being buried under a condom while the sphinx filled it. The purring presence of her old lover rumbled in the back of her mind. "Sphinx."
Dr. Horse's eyes widened. "Well, that explains the size. We'll have to remove it before it grows too huge and—"
"You don't understand. Sphinx physiology works different based on the mother's species. A mare will bear kittens of pony size, who will later grow larger. Only a sphinx will bear full-sized young." Somnambula knew this because her kittens' father had told her. She remembered reclining against the sphinx after a game of fill-the-ponies-with-cum when Star Swirl had come for her.
"So," Dr. Horse said, dragging out the word to help him think of something to say. "What do you want me to do?"
"A bowl of milk and a ball of twine might be a start."
"What?!" Dr. Horse jerked.
"That was a joke. My kittens should be coming within the week. I'd like you to ensure they're all healthy." Somnambula's outlook on the day was reversed. She couldn't get the rumbling sound of purring out of her head, or the smile off her face.
"B-But are you sure I have to? I mean, I'm just visiting and—" Fluttershy cut short at the look the kirin matriarch leveled at her. She looked at the river crossing and gulped. "O-Okay..."
Breathing hard, as if she were running a marathon, Fluttershy's left forehoof touched the water. Shimmering golden light flickered around the hoof, revealing a new addition to her foot. "Oh my!"
Her hoof was clasped in a beautiful platinum horseshoe, the only difference between this one and the kinds royalty wore was this one was welded in such a way as it wouldn't come off.
Fluttershy was fascinated, terrified, and completely aroused. The idea of being restrained had always been her thing, but to be finally have that dream realized in this way had her flicking her tail up in excitement. Another step, another platinum shoe.
Of course as her rear hooves met the water, they too were ensnared. Fluttershy could have spread her wings and left—and only worn four stunningly beautiful pieces of hoofwear.
She kept walking. When her steps carried her deep enough that her belly met the water, a shiver of realization hit her. Fluttershy looked back in time to see a large phallus materialize in her damp passage and stretch her. She'd been with stallions and mares before, and nothing the stallions carried nor the mares purchased had stretched her this far. Without a thought Fluttershy took a deep breath and folded her legs.
The first she felt was straps that wove their way around her barrel and up to her back. Lovingly, they worked around each wing, folded, and bound them tight. More straps seemed to stretch and reach back to Fluttershy's tail and forward to her neck. One loop around both neck and throat, and the straps shortened.
The tingling touch of magic as it fastened a locked metal device around her hips and a tight bridle around her head almost drove Fluttershy to orgasm, but it was the ball-gag pressing firmly between her lips—and locked in place by the bridle—that made her jump back from the water.
Now with her mouth forced closed around the gag, her wings strapped tight to her back, and her tail forced into a high arch over the chastity device, Fluttershy looked up at the matriarch with pride.
I'm home, Fluttershy thought.
It took days of pleasuring Fluttershy to the edge of her orgasm and free mind until her desire and harmony broke at the same time. Glowing fire boiled around the pegasus and ate away her wings, her fur, and her cutie mark. When the orange fire died back, it revealed a still-bound kirin mare.
Looking at the sisters of her village, Fluttershy Summer Flame, finally reached the peak of pleasure that had been denied her for so long. She trembled in place while the other kirin watched, and at last it truly was her home.
Come to Equestria, stay for the fucking monsters. I'm not even joking, either. Ponies? They're weird enough, but when your toaster asks you if you could please use her, that shit is just too far.
And don't get me started on beds. Okay, do get me started, but they aren't so bad until she turns up.
It started a week ago. I was sleeping on my pony-bed, curled up under my pony-blanket, and just starting to nod off to sleep when she just appeared. Black as midnight, she simply lay herself atop me.
I struggled at first. I tried to shove the monster pony off me, but the longer she sat there the weaker my struggles became until I could move my arms—I couldn't even scream. She'd lay on me all night, not moving, just watching me in the mental hell she locked me into.
Somehow, it became worse when I started relaxing into it. I knew what she'd do, I knew I couldn't move, and it seemed like that became a switch for me—I could sleep again. It became the new normal (just like new coke, actually, but without the shitty aftertaste).
So here I was, Lying in bed and waiting for her—anticipating the monster that would paralyze me and drag me into a spiraling mad set of dreams. With the lights out, I could feel tiredness pulling at my eyelids. Between one blink and the next she appeared.
Her weight settled upon me, crushing and squeezing, forcing each breath into a shallow mockery of what it should have been. But something was different tonight. My nightmare sat atop me a little further up than normal, and she also kept looking over her shoulder as if expecting something.
"Look, I don't know what you—" I froze (ha ha). Checking my body, I was paralyzed from the neck down as normal, but tonight I could move my neck and head. "What are you doing?"
The answer was simple—my nightmare lifted her tail.
Hot musk assaulted my nose, boring its way along my olfactory nerves and deep into my brain. My body might be paralyzed, but my dick sure worked still. She shifted, pushed back while her tail circled around my neck and the back of my head. I had exactly two heartbeats before I realized what she was going to do, and she did it.
Her tail pulled at me, jerked my head up and forward. The musk of her vulva was overwhelming with my nose forced against it. I groaned into her, my gasping breaths ceasing while she forced me to service her.
My nightmare knew exactly how long I could go without breath, and how much breath I needed to recover. After losing all willpower to resist, I nuzzled, licked, and moaned into her until the edge of my vision started to darken. She gave me some slack and I fell away from her nethers. Gasping with my restrained lungs, through a throat still encircled in the tight grip of her tail, I was given long enough to be able to think again before she pulled me against her again.
Over and over, all through the night, I pleasured my nightmare. Eventually it became too hard to even think and I just started working on instinct. Pleasure her, get my reward—breath—and then be forced to pleasure her again.
By the time the first rays of light started stealing their way through my window I was broken. I'd do anything to be smothered again, to pleasure her again. I looked up at my nightmare as she climbed off me. I simply couldn't conceive of being without her.
She winked at me, smiled, and evaporated.
I hope she comes back, was the only thought in my head as I finally got to sleep.
Princess Luna had not been having a good night. She'd been chasing her Tantabus through her ponies' dreams, destroying the little nightmares it was leaving in its wake, but so far she hadn't had any opportunity to confront it directly.
Which was why Twilight and her friends had offered their own dreams as bait. Luna hated the idea of it, but she knew it would undoubtedly work. She waited for the ponies to doze off, and almost immediately Rarity started to shift in her sleep.
Got you! Luna thought in triumph. She began the complicated (for others) spell and slipped into Rarity's dreamscape. Invisible, but unable to affect anything as yet, Luna surveyed the dream to find her Tantabus' work.
There were beautiful and serene dresses wafting around, but Luna watched one tremble and change. Ribbons turned to grasping tentacles, and soft fabric gained purpose and malevolence.
It was an old trick, one Luna had used to dispatch countless nightmares before. She wafted her dream-presence forward and slipped her being into the same space as the monstrous dress, and popped it into a million pieces. At least, that's how it should have worked.
Always before the nightmare shape was something solid, but the dress was made to encompass something. It also didn't help her that her Tantabus knew exactly how she normally dealt with things.
The fabric pulled tight around Luna's body, squeezing her to reveal a full corset within it. All that came from Luna's mouth was a gasp as the breath was driven from her body as mad laces tightened their way down her spine.
Her body being pulled into a slimmer shape, Luna had had enough. Cobalt blue light thrummed and spread up her horn, and just at the moment she would have cast a spell, an aqua ribbon trailed up the back of her head. The ribbon coiled around Luna's horn, starting at the tip and spiraling down. Where it touched, the ribbon dulled Luna's blue magic and seemed to channel it for its own ends.
Where only one dress had been infected by the Tantabus' dread motive, now Luna's perverted magic animated all of them. Rarity didn't have a chance.
Luna watched as Rarity was ensnared in another dress and quickly bound up. She thought the fashionista had an odd look to her eyes, and when a sewing desk appeared before Rarity, Luna started to panic.
The dress around Luna squirmed, and she felt the corset tighten another notch. Something—some part of the outfit—wrapped around the dock of her tail and pulled it upwards. "W-What are—No!"
Luna hadn't been prepared for her own body betraying her. With her back legs planted firmly, the dress folded her forelegs down so she was presenting, but it went a step further and reached back with one foreleg and—
"Noooooo…" Luna's cry trailed into a moan as fabric fingers began to tease and stroke at her nether lips. Again she tried to use her magic, and once more the dress drank up the power. With dominion over dream magic at its disposal, the enchanted dress shattered the wall of the dream and united six ponies' night terror into one.
While her body began to grow hot and aroused, Luna watched as Rarity made more dresses. Each one immediately animated and charged off into the dreamscape.
But Luna had other things to worry about. Her body was driven unto pleasure she refused to surrender to, but where the body is led the mind follows, and the dress soon coaxed her to her climax.
Unable to hold back, Luna felt her body tumble over the edge of pleasure and deep into an abyss. Her horn began to throb with a soft blue light, and more ponies dreams were pulled into the giant nightmare.
As Luna squirmed through her climax, she watched more ponies snatched up by dresses, seduced by the suborned seamstress creations, and driven to the same pose she was stuck in. Luna was trying not to bask in post-orgasmic bliss, but it was hard to ignore the pleasure—particularly when the fingers started again.
Something new fluttered toward her, and though Luna was in control of her faculties, she had no hope of shooing away the lacy bonnet that settled itself upon her head. Delicate ribbons laced themselves into a bow under her jaw, and Luna felt a tingling running through her head.
Let me tell you how the future will be, said a voice in Luna's mind, I promise you will enjoy it.
The fingers sank deeper into Luna's body, and she was pushed swiftly into a second climax, and again the dress suckled on her magic and expanded the dreamscape.
I am the Tantabus, and punishment is not as fun as reward.
Before Maud could react, the not-rock pulled itself up and over her hoof. She jerked back, but not fast enough. The goopy not-rock slid further up her limb, leaving a perfect, granite-like rubber surface behind.
Staring at her hoof, Maud didn't notice the not-rock crawling higher and reaching her shoulder. She lifted her foreleg up and examined it. What came to mind was when her coltfriend had been petrified, and while it was a little harder to move with the encasing rubber, the look of it more than made up for it.
As the not-rock spread out from her torso—down, up, and along her other foreleg—Maud quickly realized its full intentions. Despite the certain knowledge it would encase her, her granite-colored, encased hoof reached down and under her. "Mmmm...." The guttural sound slipped from her mouth as she realized the texture of her hoof was just like rock. She probed deeper as her torso was engulfed in matte-gray rubber-stone. When the not-rock coating reached the underside of her jaw, Maud's hear quickened, and she she shoved her whole hoof into her cleft.
The resultant moan was stifled as the granite-colored rubber reached around her snout and with inexorable pressure forced it closed. For a moment Maud was fearful she couldn't breathe, but to her delight she found it was porous. The not-rock reached her tail and compact udder, circling the former and squeezing at the latter. Maud was increasingly trapped in a fortress of rubber-stone, and she'd never been as horny in her life.
When the not-rock passed over her tailhole and the last of her udder, there was just a short distance for it to cover before she'd be trapped within its cold embrace, but that path was blocked by her hoof. The rubbery stone melded against her limb—which was still covered—and Slowly its surface tension forced the hoof from her body.
Maud whimpered, not just for the loss of stimulation, but because the not-rock was flowing over her eyes. The word turned dark, and she had her last view of granite-colored rubber as it sealed her sight away.
The rest of the mare disappeared quickly under the strange material—her back legs, the top of her head, and finally her mane and tail were encased as well. Sitting still, Maud knew that she shouldn't be enjoying becoming one with a rock so much, but she did anyway. She slowly shifted her weight, pushed her legs under herself, and stood up—just as the not-rock formed up intrusions at her mouth, ears, ass, and vulva. Maud's eyes widened in their dark prison as her body was invaded by the not-rock. Her mouth was forced to stretch around a swelling stone-textured shaft, as was her vagina and anus. The sounds of the world around her were driven out of her perception as the tiny plugs sealed up her ears.
Maud stood in absolute bliss—still as a stone—as she was made complete.
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Mud Briar smiled at his fillyfriend—encased in her own little prison. "I hope you like it. It's a one-of-a-kind, and the best I could find."
Maud didn't hear him, she couldn't, but that didn't stop her from trembling through another of the best orgasms of her life.
