> Quick Flashes: Story-a-Day Week
>  by Wintermist
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> Chapter 1: You Wanted to See Me
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"You wanted to see me, Principal? It's - pretty late." Sunset Shimmer slipped through the door to Celestia's office, with a small frown. The lights were low, only a single lamp on the desk, and thanks to the early sunset in winter, it was already dark outside. 

No one was sat at the desk.

"...Principal?" asked Sunset, puzzled, stepping further into the room. Something felt really off about the situation, but she couldn't imagine what she might have done to annoy the Principal lately. Since the Battle of the Bands, things had actually been pretty quiet.

A figure stepped up behind her, from where she'd been leaning against the wall beside the door. The lock clicked as it turned. "Hello, Sunset. Thank you for coming at my summons."

"Uh - have I done something wrong? If there's a problem-" Sunset began, turning, then the words died in her throat. 

Celestia was wearing a closely cut jacket, in pure, silken black. Beneath it, she wore only a lacy, half-cup bra, clinging to her generous breasts, cut low enough to reveal just a hint of areola. Stockings sheathed her long legs, leading up to lace bands around her thighs, clipped to a garter belt. A pair of sheer black panties, almost a thong, scarcely covered her sex. A long wooden ruler rested in her hands like a threat, and her black-coated lips were curved in a sensual smile.

"Hckfph," choked Sunset, her eyes widening in absolute shock. "P-Principal? What-?"

Celestia stepped forward, and in one smooth movement, seized Sunset by the shoulder and pulled her into a hard, passionate kiss. Sunset gasped as the taller woman's tongue parted her lips and tasted her mouth, scrambling to keep her balance, her thoughts whirling so fast that she couldn't hope to keep up. 

The kiss broke. Sunset stumbled, grabbing at the desk behind her. "Principal?"

Celestia lifted a hand, forestalling Sunset before she could give voice to the barrage of questions on her lips. "I'm not under any dark influence, Sunset. No spell, no sinister entity. You don't have to worry about that. I'm simply posing a single exam question for you, and that question is: do you want me to fuck you?" Her voice dropped into a sensuous growl on the last words.

"I - I - yes! Yes!" Sunset stammered. She couldn't think straight, taken too thoroughly off-balance, and before she knew it, the truth had escaped her. 

The instant she gave her assent, Celestia moved. With one hand, she grabbed at Sunset's waistband and yanked down her skirt, taking her panties with it, and leaving her abruptly and totally exposed. "Wet already. Good girl," Celestia purred. "Turn around, ass in the air. You've been a bad student, Sunset. You need to be punished before you get rewarded."

Sunset didn't move, still in shock, her heart hammering. Her nipples were almost painfully stiff, rubbing against the fabric of her bra with her panting breath. Was she dreaming? This couldn't be real!

The ruler slapped into Celestia's other palm with a crack, making Sunset jerk in surprise. "Am I going to have to mark you down?"

"N-no! I'm sorry! I'll be good!" she gasped, twisting around. Planting her hands on the desk, she bent forward, lowering her upper body until her cheek rested against the wood, her naked ass pushed high into the air. Her cunt throbbed between her legs as the air caressed her hot skin, already slick and near-dripping. What madness was this? What had come over Celestia? How had she known?

A line of fire cracked across her ass, the slap of wood on bare skin echoing around the small, enclosed space. "Haah!" she yelped, jerking forward, a flush of heat rolling through her that sparked delicious tingles of sensation even as it fogged her mind.

"Say 'thank you for correcting me'," intoned Celestia's voice from behind her. Smooth, soft fingers caressed Sunset's ass, tracing the line of burning sensation.

Oh, stars above, she'd needed this so badly for so long... "Thank you for correcting me, Principal!" she gasped, a shuddering arousal livid in her words. The ruler cracked against her ass again, and she jerked, whining loudly, desperately wanting to reach under herself and touch her clit but not daring to move.

"No, that's not it. Try again," purred Celestia.

Gasping for breath, her head swimming, Sunset felt the last barrier holding back the truth give way completely. It just didn't matter how Celestia knew; not anymore. All that mattered was that it was happening. "Thank you for correcting me, Mistress!" Sunset cried out, her hips jerking in an instinctive thrust.

"Hm. That will do," decided the tall woman, and the ruler descended again. Sunset cried out as the thin, springy strip of wood laid stripe after stripe of stinging red pain across her ass, each blow scattering her thoughts further and further into the deepest recesses of her mind. When the lashing ruler was replaced by soft hands and softer lips, kissing and caressing, all she could do was moan in dazed relief.

"You've always wanted to have sex with me, haven't you."

"Yess... always... since the first moment I saw you..." she mumbled, dazed and distant, almost entranced.

There was a rustle of cloth, a soft snapping of clips. "Straighten up and turn around, Sunset," Celestia commanded, her voice quiet and husky.

Dreamlike, her ass throbbing, a trail of wetness down her thigh, Sunset breathed, "Yes, Mistress," and pushed herself upright with shaking arms. 

She turned. 

Celestia's bra was gone, her panties likewise; the garter's stocking clips hung loose. Her bare sex was flushed pinkly, smooth and wet, and her soft breasts held the jacket open, her prominent pink nipples jutting stiffly. "You're forgiven," the older woman breathed. "Come to me. Touch me."

"Oh, yes... please, yes..." whispered Sunset, drawing closer step by step. She was lost in sensation, in arousal; the other woman could have commanded her to do anything and she'd have obeyed. Celestia's breasts filled her hands, the warm skin silken, and she felt herself drawn to those perfect pink nipples, covering one with her mouth and sucking softly. 

Celestia's hands moved over her body, pulling off her back, stripping her of her shirt and bra, Sunset barely noticing the cloth being pulled over her head. She needed to be nude, to be completely exposed, for her tail to be high - no, she didn't have a tail anymore, but still, her ass twitched from side to side as old instincts echoed through her humanoid body. 

Fingers grazed her pussy, and Sunset jerked, a sharp gasp forcing its way out of her mouth. In instinctive, thoughtless echo, her own hand moved down and began stroking and caressing Celestia's bared cunt, fingering her folds and sliding into her. The two of them moved together, touching, caressing, bodies almost merging as slick sweat coated their skin. Hot, panting gasps filled the air. 

When Sunset had sex - and she had, more than a few times in this body - she tended to try to distract herself, to bring herself out of the moment and see it from the outside. To control the experience, control herself, control the moment that she chose to orgasm. Not this time. There was no part of her standing outside the experience; only heat, only sensation, surging and flowing, drowning her. Carried over the edge, she came explosively, jerking and crying out to the sweet sound of Celestia's urgent moans, feeling the other woman's cunt spasming and squeezing her fingers.

"That's - very good, my sweet little pony," Celestia panted.

Barely able to stand, her head full of fog and adoration, it took a moment for the words to penetrate. Then, her expression shifting slowly into one of total disbelief, Sunset lifted her head from the bounteous breasts she had been exhaustedly suckling. 

"Princess Celestia?" she gasped.

Celestia's black-coated lips quirked into a wry smile. Her lipstick was smudged from their urgent kissing. "Yes. I wanted to come and see you for myself. I wanted rather more than to see you, in fact. I hoped you felt the same."

"You - you - you're unbelievable! This is how you say hello? I thought you were angry at me! I thought you hated me!" Sunset spluttered. 

Reaching out, Celestia stroked her fingers over Sunset's cheek, then trailed them down her neck and over the curves of her small chest. "I never hated you, Sunset. I hoped you'd come back. But - I wanted this. Especially if you weren't intending on returning. Are you angry?"

"I-" Sunset began, then hesitated. She felt like she should be - she'd been tricked - but... "-no, I'm not. That was... I'm so glad you're here. I want more." Stepping against Celestia again, she let herself relax and wrapped her arms around the other woman, squeezing her ass with both hands. "More. Please."

"You shall have it," promised Celestia huskily, her hands sliding down Sunset's body to find and caress her sex lingeringly. "I want more too..."
> Chapter 2: Something in Crimson
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The bell jangled. Rarity looked up, delighted to have a customer so early; while the Canterlot branch of her boutique was, of course, the height of desirability, she rarely had many customers before noon. Nobility tended to sleep in, and while they were happy for their servants to take care of the mundane necessities, shopping for a new dress was a social occasion in itself. Even though the morning had been quiet, there was such a thing as standards, and so she wore a clinging violet gown that shimmered darkly with every movement. She looked stunning, and she knew it.

"May I help... oh. It's, ah, you. Welcome." Rarity's cheeks heated, violently, and she felt a stirring between her thighs that was most unladylike. The embarrassment, and even the guilt, was almost as intoxicating as the arousal. She knew she shouldn't have these feelings for the mare lingering in the doorway, a knowing smile on her lips, but one never knew where lightning might strike... and she had always had a thing for older mares.

"Good morning, Rarity," said Twilight Velvet, stepping into the shop and letting the door close behind her. She wore a light yellow summer dress, the upper portion cut tightly to her full, mature figure, while below the waist the skirt belled outwards, as was the current fashion. It was simply fate that the look suited her body so, flattering those large, soft breasts and shrinking her waist, while positively inviting one to speculate about the derriere beneath the skirt's expansive ruffles...

Rarity recovered her wits, crushing any hint of a stammer with absolute ruthlessness. "My dear, it's always such a pleasure to see you. Come in, do; make yourself at home. I'm certain I can persuade you to take home a new piece today. I have several that will flatter you quite delightfully... though looking even better than you do now would be quite the task for any pony to achieve."

"You flatter me disgracefully already, Rarity," Twilight Velvet scolded gently, without offence. 

Her cheeks were hot, Rarity knew, and she wished for a moment that she'd put on more makeup that morning to camouflage it. Was this a purely companionable visit, or was this one of the... more special visits? "Might I fetch you some tea?" she asked, then, as her voice threatened to waver once more, she heard herself add with a hint of longing she couldn't quite suppress, "I've some delightful emerald fabric I could show you."

"That sounds lovely, Rarity. I'd like to see it."

Keeping her smile in place when the rest of her wasn't quite ready to support it was an old, old trick for Rarity by now. Covering her vivid flash of disappointment, she swallowed imperceptibly, then replied, "Of course. I shall bring some down directly once I put on the tea."

"Or..." Twilight Velvet added, pausing with a finger on her lower lip, "I might actually prefer something more crimson."

A giddy rush of arousal made Rarity's heart beat faster. "I - would be delighted to offer you anything you'd desire."

Twilight Velvet approached, the lowest layers of her skirt sweeping across the floor lightly behind her, and she paused in front of Rarity. Then, with a movement so fast it was a blur, she slapped her across the face. "I'm sorry, Rarity, could you repeat that? I may have misheard."

The echo of Velvet's slap burned across Rarity's cheek like fire, kindling a matching surge of heat that flashed through her body, stiffening her nipples to jut through the delicate silk of her bodice. Her voice throatier, lower, she replied, "I am sorry, my Lady. I would be delighted if you took anything you want. Forcefully."

"I want you to expose your merchandise to me, Rarity. I'd like that very much." Velvet's words were soft and pleasant, but there was a gleam in her eye that Rarity had learned to love and dread in equal measure over the past few weeks. 

"I - yes, my Lady." Her gaze flicked towards the door, and she asked with a subtle shiver, "May I lock the door while I tend to you?" There weren't many customers in the morning, but that didn't mean none.

"No, I don't think so. You wouldn't want to miss out on a customer. You'd better get behind your counter, just in case one comes in. On your knees. And show me the merchandise I have requested."

Rarity's eyes were wide, hazed with fear. She couldn't allow herself to be caught doing this! The scandal could ruin her! Which was terrible enough without imagining what Twilight would do if she ever learned of all this... 

She simply had to refuse. She had to. Their affair was glorious, and terrifying, and it had brought her some of the most intense experiences she'd ever had, but it couldn't be allowed to threaten all she'd worked for. All those thoughts passed through her mind, and so she stepped back behind the counter, dropped to her knees, and pulled down her bodice. 

Her breasts spilled out, full and soft, capped with diamond-hard nipples. Gripping the waist of her skirt, Rarity wriggled it up her legs and over the rounded curves of her ass, baring her neatly trimmed sex and complete lack of underwear. Spreading her thighs wide, her rapid breathing sending subtle quivers through her unsupported bosom, she whispered, "As you wish, my Lady."

Twilight Velvet smiled. It was a wonderful smile, warm and intimate, touched with a playful wickedness that had captured Rarity's heart the first moment she saw it. "That's very good. If you hadn't done that, I couldn't have shared how special my outfit is." Stepping behind the counter with Rarity, hidden from the waist down, she unfastened the buttons holding her skirt together. The layers separated with drifting slowness, partially braced by the delicate wickerwork that held the bell of the skirt out from her body, all of it tumbling slowly to the floor.

"This trend really is quite useful," Twilight Velvet said, somewhere above her, but Rarity only had eyes for one thing. A glistening strap-on jutted from a web of straps around her sex, glimpses of Velvet's bare pussy visible as she moved. "Oh, but I see I've got your attention already. Rarity, dear?"

Rarity swallowed as the older mare's hand curled around her throat, pulling her upwards and forwards. Her pulse pounding in her ears, she heard Velvet's voice as if it was purred directly into her ear. "Suck my cock, won't you?"

"Yes - yes, my Lady," groaned Rarity, nodding shakily. "I will-"

She got no further. Velvet's hand shifted to grip her immaculately coiffured mane and yanked her towards the strap-on, thrusting the slick, rubbery cock between Rarity's soft lips. 

"Mmmhmf," Rarity hummed worshipfully, her eyes unfocused and half closed. Sucking her cheeks inwards a little, she turned her head, letting Velvet see the outline of the thick sex toy filling her mouth. Velvet's grip on her hair tugged her back and forth, and Rarity was only too happy to obey, her pink tongue dancing over the shiny, lubricated shaft. She let herself get lost in the moment, her own sex tingling and throbbing with arousal, a heady scent of feminine lust perfuming the air as she began to squeeze her bare breasts together. 

"You do so love having a cock in your mouth, don't you Rarity? There's nothing you seem to delight in quite as much. Lean up a little, dear, wrap those tits of yours around it and fuck it. Do try not to be seen."

Rarity couldn't resist, couldn't help herself. Grasping her breasts, she rose on her knees and pushed them together around Velvet's cock, sliding up and down forcefully and groaning in delight as she felt the lubricated wetness begin to smear over her soft cleavage. "Yes... yes, my Lady, I adore having a cock in my mouth, especially yours! I feel so gloriously dirty and soiled when you force me to fuck your cock with my tits, my Lady!" The top of her head was level with the counter on every up-stroke, bringing her perilously close to being exposed to anypony that happened to open the door, and she could barely persuade herself to care. "Oh, use me, my Lady! Please!"

Twilight Velvet stretched one leg forward, pressing against Rarity's soaked, glistening lips. "Hump my leg like a little bitch, Rarity dearest. You could be caught at any moment, by anypony in town. They'd see what a depraved, eager slut you are for me, how desperate you are to be degraded and despoiled. That's what you'd like, isn't it?"

"Yes, my Lady!" gasped Rarity. "I want them to see me despoiled! Panting! Drooling for your cock between my thighs! I will do anything, anything, if only you will fuck me!" She ground her body desperately against Velvet's, pinching and twisting her own nipples. Ducking her head, she began sucking and licking the tip of the dominant mare's cock each time it emerged from between her pillowy tits. She humped Velvet's leg as she was bidden, feeling the unbearable shame of her position transmuted to something hotter and more intense than the fires of the sun.

"You are despoiled, Rarity. You didn't even protest what I told you to do, because deep down, the fear of being caught makes it hotter for you, doesn't it. You want to be witnessed."

Rarity's eyes flicked up to Twilight Velvet's, the older mare looking down at her with a lustful smile, lips half-pouting. Rarity's own dress was a mess, crumpled up around her waist. Her tits were smeared with lubricant, her lipstick smudged, drool marking her chin where she'd slobbered over the cock that plunged in and out of her eager mouth. Her hips bucked uncontrollably against Velvet's leg, grinding her pussy up and down, unable to stop even if she wanted to, and as the full knowledge of what she looked like sank in, reflected in Velvet's eyes, she felt the first tremors of her orgasm shuddering through her. 

"Y-yes! Yes! I'm addicted to your cock, and I want - want everypony to know!" Rarity gasped out, swelling thunder crashing through her body. High-pitched cries forced their way from her lips, but she muffled them around Velvet's cock, sucking it deeply into her mouth and holding it there until black sparkles twinkled around the edges of her vision. Only then did she pull back, the shaft coming free of her lips with a pop, and she dazedly wiped her lips, shivering with aftershocks.

The door lock clicked; a small, incredibly distinct sound. Rarity froze.

Twilight Velvet rested a hand on Rarity's head, and looked over the counter. "Well, I'd consider that proof enough, wouldn't you, darling?"

"I couldn't believe it, but - yes! You were right, and I'm sorry I doubted you, mom."

A very small noise escaped Rarity, locked in place by the familiar sound of the other pony's voice. No. No. It couldn't be.

Twilight Sparkle strolled around the edge of the counter, squeezing her mother's arm affectionately. She was as neat as ever, smiling, wearing a loose blouse and a little purple sweater vest over the top of it. Oh, and she, too, wore a strap-on that jutted out from her bare sex. 

Linking fingers with Twilight, Velvet said warmly, "Well, Rarity? Are you ready to get fucked by my daughter and I?"

"I'd really like that very much," contributed Twilight, bashfully. "I've been so envious. Say yes, won't you? Please?"

Rarity swallowed, a distinct spasm of her tingling cunt sending a shock through her. Her voice slightly hoarse, aware that events had completely carried her away now and there was nothing left but to ride the tide, she breathed, "Yes."
> Chapter 3: Breaking Through
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The guard pulled back the bolts, multiple layers of metal and stone clicking and whirring as clockwork locks disengaged and magical seals grounded themselves with a crackle of energy. "Please enter, Miss Cheerilee. Signal if you wish to stay longer than one hour. You will be extracted if you reach two. Good luck."

"Thank you," Cheerilee replied, a tremor of nervousness in her voice. The vastly heavy, reinforced door swung out a few feet, letting her slip around the edge of it, then swung closed again, trapping her in a narrow, hotly airless chamber. Mechanisms ticked and clattered within the walls as gears turned behind massive stone blocks. Cheerilee tugged at the hem of her burgundy skirt. Her jacket matched the skirt, each a slightly darker shade than her own skin, over a black blouse. Dark stockings and neat black heels completed her look. 

It wasn't the first time she'd made this trip; not even close to it. But each time, it made her heart hammer in her chest, her limbs weak, her breath short; stolen from her by scarcely-controlled fear and anxiety. And, of late, something else, too.

The inner door slowly ground open. Cheerilee straightened her spine, and stepped into the chamber. 

"Good afternoon," she greeted the mare within.

The pony that once had been Celestia lay sprawled across her lavish, fanciful bed, stark naked, heavy breasts and bare sex on full display. Heatless fire cascaded from her head and flowed from the spot above her soft, round ass, giving her the impression of lying amidst a pool of flame. Slit pupils regarded Cheerilee with lazy amusement. "Back again?"

Cheerilee took a slow, controlled breath, trying to pretend her body wasn't automatically, instinctively reacting to the incredible body of the nude demigoddess. Months ago, she could hardly have imagined she'd ever be in a position to see such a sight, but Twilight had come to her and asked for her help. Meetings between Daybreaker and Twilight always went badly; it was too easy to push Twilight's buttons. Luna could barely force herself to enter the cell at all, and those encounters always fell apart into screaming matches. What was needed was someone Daybreaker didn't really know at all. An outsider. Somepony that wasn't disorientated by the anti-magic warding that permeated the cell. Somepony to find a way of reaching out to a troubled pony, and connect with them. 

"Sit up, Celestia. We're going to go over the material again," she declared.

Daybreaker's nose wrinkled in annoyance and she rolled onto her side, presenting her back and her wide, shapely ass. 

"Celestia!" snapped Cheerilee sternly.

"That isn't my name," huffed the naked mare without turning around, ruffling her wings in annoyance. She paused, and then added in a smugly sibilant tone, "If you want my attention, you're going to have to give me something to look at..."

Once, a demand like that had floored Cheerilee in shock; she'd demanded to know what Daybreaker meant, and as the captive mare's crude insistence had grown louder and more lasciviously detailed, she'd panicked and signalled to leave. 

They were long past that stage.

The sound of the zip was clearly audible in the stone-walled chamber. Her skirt fell smoothly to the floor, crumpling into a puddle of fabric around her heels. Her intricate, lacy black underwear clung to the subtle curves of her sex. Cheerilee took a deep breath, feeling a pleasant shudder run through her.

"Pay attention, student," she commanded firmly. 

Daybreaker turned her head back, then grinned, baring her fangs. "Very nice... New. Expensive. You bought them for me, didn't you. Teacher." The corrupted pony had a way of saying 'teacher' that was worth a thousand husky, lustful promises from any other mouth. 

Cheerilee ran a hand over the curves of her chest, feeling the heat of her own skin through the thin blouse, before letting her fingers trail down to her waist to lightly cover her sex. "Do as you're told," she commanded, infusing her voice with all the practised authority that came from years of disciplining unruly students. "Sit up."

Slowly, languidly, Daybreaker unfolded her long limbs and swung her legs off the bed, sitting on the side of it. Planting one hand behind her neck and arching her back, she thrust out her breasts, her eyes lidded and only half-open. "Yess, Miss Cheerilee," she purred. "Going to adopt the teaching position?"

Like every impertinent, too-accurate question from Daybreaker, that one was best ignored. Cheerilee strode forward, her heels clacking on the floor, trying to pretend that her own body wasn't already simmering with arousal. In one smooth movement, she straddled Daybreaker's lap, feeling the heat of the other mare's smooth skin pressing against her thighs. The other mare was taller than her; despite sitting atop the corrupt alicorn's legs, she found herself gazing into Daybreaker's half-familiar face.

"Let's begin," the teacher breathed. With convulsive need, Cheerilee seized hold of Daybreaker's vast breasts, squeezing firmly. Her fingers sank into the soft flesh, kneading and crushing them together, and a fiery burst of hot arousal sparked through her own body as Daybreaker gasped, eyes closing and lips parting. "What is your name?" she demanded.

"Daybreaker!" hissed the other mare, then gasped as Cheerilee twisted her tender pink nipples, pinching firmly.

"Wrong! You know what the answer is, and you will give it to me," commanded Cheerilee, feeling a glorious tremor of lust shiver through her at her own roughness, her own brutality. Her hand cracked against Daybreaker's bare breasts several times, marking the flawless white skin with red handprints.

"Rrr! Celestia! Celestia," Daybreaker growled, then whimpered as Cheerilee's hips rocked, the teacher's dextrous fingers stroking and toying with her taut nipples again. "That's what you want to hear, isn't it?"

"Say it. 'My name is Celestia'. Again! I'll make you write it with your tongue on my pussy if I have to."

"My name is Celestia," groaned the captive mare, and her moans suddenly rose in pitch as Cheerilee shifted to straddle one thigh and let her knee grind against the naked pony's sex. "My name is Celestia, my name is Celestia, rrrrmm, my name is Celestia," she panted, her head tilting back. 

Cheerilee let go of Daybreaker's breasts, prompting a growl of disappointment that was almost a snarl, before planting her hands against her own chest. "Answer this correctly, and I'll open my blouse," she announced, in a stern, no-nonsense tone that was hopelessly belied by the way she kept grinding her cunt against Daybreaker's thigh. "What is your duty?"

"Do whatever I like!" snapped Daybreaker.

"You know the correct answer, Celestia, and I will walk out that door if you don't give it. Answer me!" Cheerilee panted, not even sure herself whether she was bluffing or not. 

Those slit-pupil eyes stared into Cheerilee's, hot and burning yellow, before Daybreaker smiled with poisonous sweetness, and purred in a sing-song voice, "Protect all the helpless little ponies of Equestria. Now fuck me."

Cheerilee reached for her top button, then gasped as Daybreaker impatiently swatted her hands aside and grabbed both sides of the blouse. A sharp yank, and her buttons flew across the bed, baring her bra-clad breasts; a second sharp tug upwards pulled her bra out of place, spilling free her bare tits. 

"Mmmh, yes, yes, teacher. Nice tits. Your student can't get enough of them," Daybreaker teased huskily, capturing them in both hands, then lifting them to let her slender tongue play over Cheerilee's dark maroon nipples. 

"That's right, Celestia. You can't," agreed Cheerilee breathily, her head tilting backwards as the former Princess eagerly suckled on her breasts. "I can - mmmh! I can hear the sincerity creeping into your voice, day by day, even if you can't. You know that's your real name. You know you care."

Daybreaker lifted her head sharply, her pupils shrinking to vertical slits as she retorted, "I don't, and it isn't."

Cheerilee's hand cracked against her breast again, and Daybreaker shuddered. A keening moan escaped her as the smaller pony began rocking back and forth atop her thigh again, her knee rubbing firmly against Daybreaker's dripping cunt. "You're lying, Celestia. To me, and to yourself. We're going to fix this. You're going to get better. You're getting better. And when you admit to yourself that you want to be helped, we can fix what you've done to yourself."

For a half-second, Cheerilee thought she saw a flicker of yearning cross Daybreaker's face that owed nothing to arousal. Then it was overtaken by another sharp shudder of arousal, and the blackly amused expression curled Daybreaker's lips once more. "All you're doing is giving me a hot mare to fuck to while away the hours, teacher."

Cheerilee grabbed Daybreaker's shoulders, and threw herself forward, shoving the larger mare flat onto her back. As Daybreaker growled with amused arousal, Cheerilee crawled up her body on all fours, blouse dangling loose, and turned around to straddle the other mare's face. "Eat my pussy, Celestia. The way you've been taught. And if you fail me this time, you will wish you hadn't."

Flexing her thighs, Cheerilee sank down onto Daybreaker's mouth, feeling her long, hot tongue push aside the feeble barrier of her drenched panties and begin lapping urgently, hungrily at her folds. The pattern in her licks was distinctive, recognisable; over and over, Daybreaker spelled out, 'I want to get better'.

Filling her hands with Daybreaker's soft, jiggling tits, grinding her cunt all over her former Princess's face, Cheerilee gave herself over to pleasure.





"Time's up," murmured Daybreaker, with an exaggerated pout. "You could just tell them you want to stay here. With me."

Cheerilee shook her head, tucking her blouse into her skirt and neatening herself as best she could. It was going to be hard to hide the damage to her clothes, but she could always explain it away as some kind of brief fight. "I will return tomorrow, Celestia. I think we're really making progress."

"I agree," purred Daybreaker, with a fanged smile. The inner door began to grind open, and the corrupted alicorn leaned forward, her voice suddenly husky and urgent. "You want this. You don't want her back. You want to keep fucking me." Her tongue flickered over her lips. "Let me out. It would be easy. You will have a place in my court, my favourite concubine. You will sleep in my bed, and be tended to by every pony you wish. We will fuck in ways I've never offered to you before. Do it. Be with me."

The door ground to a stop, half-open. 

Cheerilee shook her head. "I'll see you tomorrow, Daybr- Celestia."

Cursing herself for the slip, she didn't wait to see the expression on the other mare's face; she stepped into the lock chamber and held herself tensely until the inner door shut behind her. It wasn't the first time Daybreaker had offered her something of the sort. 

It wasn't the first time she'd been tempted by the glorious, sensual, impossibly enticing mare. 

Every word she'd said to Daybreaker - to Celestia - was true. Little by little, she was getting through to the Princess she'd once been, she knew it. It was easier and easier to get her to speak her true name, there was a truth in her vow of protection, even if she still had to be forced to say it. Sooner or later, there was going to be a breakthrough, and the cell would no longer be necessary.

Yes. Sooner or later, one of them was going to give in. 

She just couldn't be certain it wasn't going to be her.
> Chapter 4: A Private Performance
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The room was dark, and quiet. She sat in the dimness, poised comfortably on her small stool, the smooth wood of her instrument resting against her. Pleasant anticipation tingled through her body. 

A door clicked open, then closed again. Footsteps sounded on the wooden floor. 

"Octavia?" The voice carried a clipped briskness, a trace of impatience. "You called for me? Is there something wrong with the lights?"

With a flick of her bow, Octavia flipped the light switch. A dim spotlight shimmered into life, pouring pale radiance over her. Her clinging black dress was cut perilously high at the hem, exposing much of her long, smooth legs. Her cello gleamed with polish. Dark eyeshadow glittered over her eyes.

A single chair faced her.

"Good evening, Redheart. Thank you for coming," Octavia said softly, her voice rich with honed aristocratic overtones. She smiled. "Please, sit."

Redheart stepped into the edge of the light, a puzzled frown on her face. She wore her immaculate nurse's whites, despite having notionally finished her shift hours ago. "Octavia? What's this all about? Don't you need examining?"

"Forgive me," Octavia apologised, bowing her head slightly. "I misled you. I'm quite healthy; it is your health that concerns me. You never take any time for yourself, Redheart my dear, as we discuss frequently at lunch. I cannot change how the rest of Ponyville acts, but you..." She smiled. "I can give you a little break from your duties. Sit. Let me play for you."

Redheart exhaled, running a hand through her pink mane, then she straightened the little white cap that sat atop her head. "...I appreciate the thought, Octavia, I do, but if you don't need treatment, I really should be going. Doubtless somepony is already standing outside the medical centre, seeking my assistance. It never stops."

"You aren't the only medically trained pony in Ponyville," Octavia pointed out, with a trace of sternness. "The others simply allow themselves to finish their shifts and have time to themselves, outside their roles. You shall do the same." She gestured imperiously at the chair with her bow.

Despite herself, Redheart stepped forward, and sat down with a defeated exhale. "If I'm needed, Octavia-"

"Then those ponies who are on duty will take care of things. Not another peep, Redheart. At least," Octavia smiled a strange smile, "not until you've had an opportunity to appreciate my music a little."

"...fine," Redheart conceded, with slight bad grace. "I'm listening."

Octavia drew her cello a little closer against her, her legs parted around the broad base. Redheart was a good friend, and at their lunches, they got on well. It was simply that anything that kept her from her self-imposed duty tended to make her grumpy. Octavia was familiar with the whole rotating cast of musical obsessives that made up Canterlot's Royal Orchestra, and even she had never met a pony that drove herself so hard. No matter the lengths Octavia had gone to in order to convince her to take more time for herself, all means of persuasion had failed to change Redheart's mind.

Well. Perhaps the mind wasn't the way to get through to her.

Octavia's bow slid over the strings, conjuring a long, deep note, and she began to play. She was incredibly good, and knew it. Music flowed over Redheart, and despite herself, the nurse began to nod along to the tune, her body subtly relaxing. Her fingers tapped softly at the chair arm, in perfect time. 

Subtly, Octavia's fingers shifted on the bow, grasping it here, and here. She drew it across the strings, a single long note. 

Redheart's hand jerked into the air.

"Wh-what?" gasped Redheart, grabbing at her rebellious arm with her other hand and forcing it back down to her side. 

Octavia smiled to herself again. The bow flicked back and forth across the strings, once, twice, and this time, both of Redheart's hands shot straight up. The quivering note grew stronger, and Redheart found herself rising from her chair, as if being dragged upright by her hands.

"Octavia! Something - something strange is happening!" she gasped. 

"It's just rhythm," replied Octavia lightly, her smile growing wider. "Why not try this tune?"

Her bow leaped and danced, conjuring as surely as any magic wand. Redheart's hands dropped, as the tone grew deeper, then to the nurse's obvious and abject mortification, awkwardly grabbed the base of her skirt and lifted it to reveal panties that were just as crisp and white as the uniform above.

Realisation flashed over Redheart's face. "You're doing this!"

Octavia bent over the cello, beginning to play faster. Redheart's hips jerked from side to side, awkwardly at first, then more and more smoothly, until she was swaying and rocking in time to the music. A flick of the bow, a sudden note amongst the melody, and the nurse found herself swivelling around and presenting her ass on high, her skirt around her waist, rocking from side to side. 

Redheart was crimson with mortification. Her hands reached back to grab her asscheeks, squeezing, and she gasped, "I - I can't stop! I can't control myself! Octavia, stop this!" 

"Oh, I'm afraid not, my dear. I've simply wanted to see that ass shown off like that for much too long," Octavia purred. Delicious arousal flooded the musical prodigy, and she parted her thighs further, forcing her dress to ride up her legs. 

"Y-you have?" squeaked Redheart, an octave higher, then groaned despite herself as she helplessly kneaded her soft, pure white ass with both hands. 

Octavia's answer was a swirl of music that spun Redheart on the spot like a top, and forced her to bend forward, her eyes wide and startled. Leaning up, still playing the quick, dancing tune that made the nurse her puppet to control, Octavia kissed Redheart hard and deep, exploring her mouth with her tongue.

When the two mares separated, the bright red flush across Redheart's cheeks was no longer purely embarrassment. "I... 'Tavi... l-let me go," she stammered, but the furious sincerity of a moment before had gone missing.

"After all this effort?" asked Octavia obliquely, a smile on her lips. Music curled around Redheart like a living thing, flowing into her, through her, and she snapped upright, back straight, arms by her sides. Only the dazed, lustfully confused expression on her face didn't seem to match the posture.

The bow caressed the strings. Redheart seized the bottom of her blouse and yanked it clumsily over her head, tossing it aside to reveal her perfect tits contained in a silky grey bra. "Octavia!" she gasped, a visible quiver running through her body. "You can't do this! You can't- ooohmmmff." Redheart hadn't received any warning; all of a sudden, the music shifted, and she was touching herself, yanking up her bra and pulling down her panties to let her suddenly eager fingers twist her pink nipples and caress her damp cunt. 

"I can. Oh, I can," disagreed Octavia playfully, though her eyes never lost Redheart's body. The pace of her playing grew faster and faster, more desperate, and Redheart almost tore her clothes to pieces in her helpless haste to strip them off. 

"I can't - control myself," Redheart gasped, as her hands slid over her naked body, kneading, stroking and squeezing. Despite herself, shudders of lust broke up her words, and her cheeks were burning red. 

"That's right, beautiful pony," Octavia agreed, her own heart beating fast and hard. "I'm controlling you. I own you, Redheart. You could never find time for romance, for love. For sex. Well, now you don't have to find time. I'm going to make you find the time, and I know just who your perfect partner is..."





Redheart lay on the ground, panting, naked, coated in sweat, her thighs damp with traces of arousal. Octavia lay beside her, equally nude, her silky grey curves on full display. The echoes of their twinned climaxes still hung in the air, slowly fading. 

"I know I kind of hinted at something like this, but... I don't think I have the right words for... wow," murmured Redheart exhaustedly. "I never thought it'd be that good."

Octavia leaned over her and kissed her again, delighting in the way that Redheart squirmed, hips bucking softly, lips opening invitingly. Despite her near-exhaustion, all the things they'd done as the two of them threw themselves at each other, Octavia's heart hadn't beaten as fast all evening as it was doing at that moment.

"Will you, Red? Will you be my marefriend?" she asked again, huskily.

Silence fell, as Redheart considered the question, before finally, reluctantly shaking her head. "I can't afford a relationship; not when ponies need me. I'm sorry, 'Tavi."

Despite her legendary composure, a flare of frustration erupted within Octavia. Taking a moment to calm herself, she said slowly, "It's okay. I can wait."

Reaching out, Octavia scooped up her bow, and drew it lightly across Redheart's forehead. The other pony looked at her, baffled. Then, simply and without fanfare, her eyes grew blank and empty. 

"Okay, Redheart. You're going to forget all of this happened. You checked in on me, I was okay, you left." Octavia exhaled heavily, trying to stay calm. "I really thought I had it, that time. Never mind. I've got an opening two days from now. We'll try again soon."
> Chapter 5: The Lesser of Two
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"What?" Nightmare Moon hissed. 

Daring Do shook her head, her face flushed, a quiver in her voice. "Your guards. They'll interfere if you start losing, even if you tell them not to."

Nightmare Moon ground her teeth. The impertinence! 
 
"They wouldn't dare," she snapped, slit pupils narrowing.

The two of them stood at opposite ends of a vast, dark courtyard, its ancient stones scoured clean of the vines and debris that had coated them before Nightmare Moon's triumphant return. Around the edges, on an elevated battlement like the seats of an arena, throngs of ponies were gathered; bat-winged guards, nobility, servants, slaves, all gazing down at them. The moon shone down from directly overhead like a beacon, casting silver light that lit the world almost as brightly as full daylight, but colder, more remote. 

Compared to Nightmare Moon's own magnificent armour, shining black and silver, Daring Do wore nothing but her ragged explorer's outfit, with a set of odd, shiny gloves coating her hands. She looked very small and out of place amongst the grandeur of the castle, as she should. The foolishness of the rebel, the gall! After all the trouble she had caused her rightful ruler, to demand a duel for the fate of Equestria! 

Well, letting the ignorant little fool trot out of whatever hole she was hiding in and right into her own waiting hands was more than worth indulging Daring's foal-naive fantasies that she actually had any chance of victory. A sneering smile of anticipation curled across Nightmare Moon's face.

"...fine. Fine! If you wish to be trapped here in my presence..." Nightmare Moon's long, sharp spire of a horn curved through the air. Magic bled from it, arcing outwards and forming a shimmering bubble over the courtyard that anchored in the stones walling it in from all sides. "...you shall be," she finished. 

"How long will the shield hold?" Daring Do asked huskily, another tremor quivering visibly through her body.

"I have had enough of your lack of respect! It will remain unbroken for a quarter hour, regardless of what any pony does, which will be more than ample to crush you beneath my heel so thoroughly you will confess the names and locations of the others before my entire court! Now, stop wasting my time, and fight me!"

A shaky giggle escaped Daring Do, who was obviously too scared to maintain her composure. "Okay. I can - yes, I can hold on that long."

"You are sorely mistaken!" snapped Nightmare Moon. Her horn swung through the air, a glow kindling at the needle-sharp tip. 

Daring Do was already gone; the explorer had shot into the air as if fired from a cannon, kicked off the misty shell of the shield overhead, and ricocheted back towards Nightmare Moon from above. A searing beam of blue-white magic sizzled past the pegasus as she banked and rolled, then another. 

Nightmare Moon twisted aside as Daring Do shot past, though it was scarcely worth the effort; what did the little fool think she could achieve against the most powerful alicorn to have ever lived, with her bare hands no less? She didn't even have magic! 

No; her hands weren't bare, were they. Those gloves. Nightmare Moon didn't recognise them, nor the slick, shiny material they were made of. Could they be some kind of weapon? Daring Do banked and twisted, bouncing off the courtyard wall and coming straight back for her, glistening hands outstretched. Nightmare Moon snapped out her wings, kicking off the paving stones, and surged backwards out of reach. 

Daring Do landed, her cheeks flushed red, breathing in small, jerky gasps. "Not - mmmh! - not bad, Nightmare! Going to keep running away from me until the time's up?" 

Nightmare Moon hissed at her through her fangs. Above the two of them, the head of the royal guard led the court in cheering and shouting for their absolute ruler, helmet removed to bare her rainbow mane. "I have crushed everypony who dared stand before me. I certainly don't fear you."

"Everypony? Because you only managed Celestia on the second try-"

Fury exploded behind Nightmare Moon's eyes, and a searing line of blue-white energy swept across the courtyard, slashing across Daring Do's body. The explorer shrieked, tumbling backwards to lie still, her clothes torn into rags that fluttered down in her wake like tattered snowflakes. 

Nightmare Moon snorted. "Let all see the futility of resisting my rule!" she thundered, revelling in the cheers, before striding across the flagstones to where Daring Do lay. To where... wait.

Daring Do lay on her back, small, whimpering gasps escaping her, but those sounds weren't sounds of pain. That was - that was lust! And where her clothes had been shredded by the shock of the magical impact, she was coated everywhere beneath, neck to toes, in the same slickly shiny black substance. Nightmare Moon slowed, her last few steps almost hesitant, as Daring Do helplessly humped the air. 

"What - what is this?" she demanded.

"It's a present, nnngh, a p-present for you!" gasped Daring Do, rolling over and thrusting out a hand to grab at Nightmare Moon's boot.

"Get off me!" snapped Nightmare Moon, jerking backwards. She looked down at herself; Daring Do had left a handprint of the shiny, liquid material on the metal. Well. She certainly wasn't touching that.

Then, without warning, it beaded up, and flowed into the joints of her armour. 

"Wh- what?" screeched Nightmare Moon, her heart hammering in shock. She bent over, grabbing at her leg, but there was a slick coolness flowing up her calf and thigh beneath the metal, and she couldn't get at it. There was a murmur of confusion from above, dampening the cheers, but all she cared about was finding a way to stop whatever it was that was happening, tearing at the fastenings of her armour.

The slickness flowed into her panties, and coated her sex. A flare of electric pleasure crackled through her, as though a dozen tongues were suddenly prying at her tender lips and sucking on her clit. She doubled over with a gasp, the sensation almost unbearably intense. What was this?

Daring Do's hand gripped her shoulder guard, and liquid darkness began to flow over the metal, crawling beneath it. 

"No!" gasped Nightmare Moon, lashing out with her arm to knock the mare away from her. 

Daring Do went flying, tumbling, but as she impacted the flagstones, she once again cried out in pleasure. Bracing herself on wobbly legs, the flier pushed herself fully upright, every trace of her clothes now gone. She was coated in sleek, shiny black, clinging to every inch of her body. Stiff nipples jutted out from her well-formed breasts, and the slick material coated every detail of her pussy with anatomical precision. One gloved hand rose to knead her breasts, and she breathed huskily, "How does it feel, Nightmare?"

Tendrils of slick material were crawling under her breastplate, sliding over the surface of her generous breasts, tightening and loosening, as if they were being kneaded forcefully by unseen hands. Nightmare Moon grit her teeth, fighting back the sensations, even as the unnatural material began sucking and squeezing her nipples. "I - I will destroy you for this!" she snapped, infuriated even further by the quiver she heard in her own voice.

Daring Do giggled - the little bitch actually laughed at her! - and kicked herself into the air once more. She was fast, incredibly fast, but Nightmare Moon knew she was faster, and as the taunting, infuriating pegasus sped towards her, her horn lit with a blasting spell that would smash the irritating insect once and for all. 

Invisible, slick fingers pinched her clit and nipples, hard, all at the same time. Nightmare Moon jerked, a yowl escaping her mouth, and before she could react, Daring Do slammed into her. More of the black fluid flowed over her armour from every part where they touched, crawling, insinuating itself. Stumbling, Nightmare Moon jerked away, swiping her arms aimlessly to keep Daring Do away, but the other pony wasn't pursuing her. 

"Too late for you," panted Daring Do, with a wobbly grin. "That's more than enough."

"Silence!" screeched Nightmare Moon, clawing at the glistening tendrils crawling over her body. The thick, viscous liquid came away in thick, stretchy ropes, webbing her fingers and coating her hands before beginning to flow up her arms again. A strange, burning smell wafted around her for a moment, before her breastplate jerked, and fell loose to the ground, the cloth holding the fastenings having burnt away. There wasn't even a trace of her bra. Her tits spilled free, entirely coated in liquid blackness, and there was a roar of noise from the ponies above the shield. 

The shield! She had to break it, to get away! She concentrated, half-doubled over and trying to think past the surging, invading pleasure, as a pressure built beneath the armour over her crotch. With a sudden ringing of metal on stone, several more armour plates crashed to the ground like a brief, heavy rain as their cloth backing dissolved. A hopeless, furious moan of pleasure spilled from her lips.

"Running away means forfeiting, Nightmare!" called out Daring Do, with a breathy, giddy delight in her voice. The explorer wasn't even trying not to touch herself anymore, her shining fingers thrusting in and out of her dripping sex. Trickles of her juices beaded on her thighs. "Here, let me give you something to think about!" 

Nightmare Moon tried to spit a rebuttal, but never managed to get the words out. A thick surge of the glistening material forced its way into her soaked cunt, and her knees nearly buckled as the intolerable sensation of tongues and lips and fingers caressing her clit and nipples was joined by the deeper, more powerful thrusting of a shaft that impaled her to the hilt. She was almost nude now, coated in perfect, slick darkness like a second skin, only the last shreds of her armour clinging to her body.

"What - I will, nnh, I will destroy you, what is this, what have you done?" she howled. 

"You're, ohhh, oh fuck, you're repeating yourself, Nightmare!" gasped Daring, a wobbly, dizzy smile on her lips as she approached, step by step. "Ever heard the phrase, 'lesser of two evils'? Oh, fuck, that's so good, that's so good," she hissed, her fingers pistoning in and out of her. "Legend says this stuff converted a whole, mmmh, a whole slave army, had to be sealed away forever. I went looking for it. Found it. Let it take me. All for you. You're gonna be my slave, Nightmare. An army of one."

A crashing thunder of rage thudded through Nightmare Moon, so intense that her vision darkened at the edges, and she brandished her hands like claws as the last of the armour slid from her body and struck the ground. "Never!" she snarled, almost incoherently. "I am the one who rules!"

Daring Do breathed in deeply, an expression of acute concentration on her face. 

Nightmare Moon shuddered, a whole body shiver that rocked her on her feet. Something was happening, something hot and heavy and strange. Her eyes snapped downwards, and to her shock, she saw her breasts were swelling outwards, her ass growing wider, her thighs thickening. Her cunt was outlined perfectly by the glistening material, even though she could still feel the phantom shaft fucking her over and over, ripples teasing and pinching her clit. She was so sensitive now that she could barely take a step without orgasming, but even that release was denied her. 

Knees quivering, barely able to stand, she bent forward with a gasp. In all her long, long life, she'd never felt anything like it before! It was - unbearable, unendurable! Her hands tightened into fists, then, with a furious snarl, she grabbed at her smooth, shiny sex and began stroking desperately. Hot, so hot!

Despite herself, her eyes closed, only for a moment. 

When she opened them, Daring Do was stood before her. A fist grabbed her by the horn, and liquid flooded down it, coating her face, seeking and prying. Tiny, slithering tendrils crawled into her ears, then deeper still. 

Nightmare Moon froze, her thoughts smothered, drowning under a sea of black.





Daring Do gasped hotly as Nightmare stiffened, her pupils shrinking to tiny points amidst the green of her eyes. Drawing back her hand, the liquid darkness rippled softly as it finished coating the other pony's face, then grew still, smooth and shiny and dry to the touch. Only her eyes and lips were left exposed, Nightmare Moon's towering body utterly coated in the shining, deliciously skin-tight material, like a living sex toy.

She knew she hadn't always felt like this. She knew she hadn't always found the sight of a coated, helpless doll to be the most erotic sight in the entire world, and she had to keep on top of the urges that were constantly bombarding her. Only Nightmare Moon was to be taken. She wasn't here to replace one tyrant with another. 

But even so, it felt like a true, sincere pleasure of her own to take Nightmare's jutting, oversized breast in her hand and squeeze it firmly, seeing the entranced pony gasp mindlessly. 

"You're my bitch, Nightmare. You're my slave," she told the motionless doll, ignoring the uproar above the shield. 

"I am your bitch slave," repeated the dark queen, with calm emphasis.

"You're gonna make sure none of your former court try to hurt me. You'll make them stand down, and fight them if you have to. No hurting anypony too bad."

"I will fight any of them. I will protect you. I serve only you."

Daring Do couldn't help herself. She pushed her body against Nightmare Moon's, grabbing handfuls of her magically enhanced ass, nuzzling her head against the other pony's heavy breasts, licking and kissing. "Yes, yes, yes... you're my bimbo rubberdoll, you exist for me to fuck and use you."

Nightmare Moon, straight-backed, eyes blank, moaning thoughtlessly with every brush of her new owner's fingers, agreed huskily, "I am your bimbo rubberdoll. I exist for you to fuck and use."

"Again," gasped Daring Do, biting at her slave's jutting nipples. "Third person this time."

"Nightmare Moon is your bimbo rubberdoll. Nightmare Moon exists for you to fuck and use."

Daring Do arched against the enthralled alicorn, yet another orgasm exploding through her body with a speed and violence that left her quiveringly breathless. Fighting to speak, she managed to shout loudly, "The minute the shield comes down, you will free Celestia from her imprisonment!"

"Nightmare Moon will free Celestia from her imprisonment," echoed the towering mare. A fresh burst of shouting and struggling burst out on the terraces, as ponies fought to get away. 

Letting her voice sink to a murmur, Daring Do breathed, "And when she comes back, you're gonna let her lock you and me away somewhere safe for a while, until she can fix this. But til she finds a way... we are going to be spending a lot of time together."
> Chapter 6: Change of Command
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Spitfire sighed, no longer trying to conceal her irritation, and slid up her dark glasses to pinch the bridge of her nose. It was rude to be wearing them indoors in front of a visitor, but she didn't particularly care about that, either. "Frankly, Gilda, I don't know what you expect me to do for you."

The powerfully-built griffon stood before her desk, a smug expression on her face which, to Spitfire, seemed entirely unearned. A short denim skirt and a cropped, black tanktop that barely covered her breasts gave her the absolute minimum of coverage necessary to go out in public; clearly, she was proud of her body and wanted to show it off. Admittedly, she had an impressive set of wings, but given her obnoxious personality, Spitfire wasn't minded to give her any slack for that. 

"Like I said, cancel your fucking training and let Dash goof off with me," Gilda said bluntly. 

"And as I've told you, I don't cancel Wonderbolt training sessions for anypony. Especially not so one of my trainees can 'goof off'," Spitfire replied shortly. "Especially when Rainbow Dash has already told you she is focused on her training. Now, if we're done here, I have training work to do myself."

Gilda shrugged, letting her amber eyes trail slowly over Spitfire and lingering on the modest swell of her breasts through her blouse and medal-laden blazer. "Oh, well. Fuck it. Guess it's you, then." 

Spitfire bristled. "Just what are you talking about?"

Gilda curled her fingers around the bracelet she wore on her opposite wrist. It was an oddly formal looking piece against the rest of the griffon's outfit, mingled gold and silver and quite ornate. She stroked the patterns. "You should be nicer to your guests. Isn't that what ponies are all about?"

Behind her dark glasses, Spitfire blinked, a wave of dizziness passing over her. "...well, I... you don't make it easy. You'd be treated better if you acted with more respect."

"Yeah, but you respect me, so that makes it easier," said the griffon firmly.

Spitfire shook her head slightly to clear it. Well, of course she did. Gilda was physically imposing; a lot of work had to have gone into that body. Of course she'd respect that. Spitfire sat up a little straighter. "I do respect you, Gilda. All the same, I can't allow anyone to interrupt the training schedule, not even you."

"Forget about that; I'm not asking you to do that right now. Take those sunglasses off, already; it's rude."

What had they been talking about again? Something about training, and Rainbow Dash... she could almost remember, but it was blurry. Maybe she'd overtired herself. Oh buck, and she was wearing her sunglasses in front of a guest! Reaching up to remove them, Spitfire laid them aside and gave Gilda a brief, apologetic smile. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to disrespect you."

"Yeah, no sweat," replied Gilda casually, still fiddling with her bracelet. "Actually - no, that was rude. Stand up and come around here, I wanna take a look at you."

A frown creased Spitfire's forehead. Even coming from Gilda, that was crossing a line, especially the way she'd said it. "Gilda, I'd prefer you to-"

"Nope. You're happy to stand up and show off your bod to me. It's totally normal for you."

Spitfire rubbed her temple with two fingers, an odd feeling of confusion settling over her. "It... is?" she asked, mostly to herself.

"Yeah. It is totally normal for you to pose for me," Gilda repeated firmly.

She really was working herself too hard. Of course, hard work was good, but not if she pushed herself to the point she started looking like a scatterbrain in front of the cadets. She'd have to watch that. Spitfire pushed her chair back and rose to her feet, with a respectful nod. "Of course. Apologies." 

Circling the desk, Spitfire stood at ease in front of it, ruffling her wings before settling them neatly against her back. Nodding at Gilda, she added, "Look at me all you want."

"Don't mind if I do..." purred the griffon, with something that sounded an awful lot like smug satisfaction. She strolled around Spitfire, taking her in from every angle, and added lazily, "Turn around. I wanna see your ass."

...that made sense, didn't it? Spitfire turned around, planting her hands on the desk and pushing her ass out slightly. She wasn't expecting Gilda to grab her buttocks with both hands; the pegasus yelped in surprise as her firm behind was squeezed possessively. 

"Nice. For an older mare, that is one Grade-A ass, right there," remarked Gilda, behind her.

"Hey!" protested Spitfire sharply. For some reason, it took her a second to persuade herself to break the pose she was in, but with a wrench, she pulled her hands off the desk and twisted around. "I am not an older mare, and nopony said you got to touch the goods! That is crossing a line, missy!"

"No, it's not," replied Gilda lazily.

Spitfire scowled. "It absolutely is! I think I've made up for any perceived rudeness, so I have work to do."

"Oh, duh. Right." Gilda crossed her wrists, wrapping her fingers around the bracelet again. Toying with the indented patterns, she said more firmly, "It's totally fine for me to touch you up while you're showing yourself off to me. In fact, it's just fine for me to touch you up."

Spitfire's mouth opened, but the protest died in her throat. Why was she angry? It was fine for a respected griffon like Gilda to touch her up. Gilda could put her hands on her anywhere she wanted. Struggling to cover her confusion, she replied slowly, "...yes, it is. I'm still a young mare, though." 

Dismissing Spitfire's protest with a flip of her hand, Gilda replied casually, "Whatever. Stick out your ass and wiggle it."

That... wasn't covered by posing, was it? That seemed too sexual. She couldn't be expected to do that, right? "But-" Spitfire began.

"Oh for buck's sake," interrupted Gilda, exasperated. "Aren't you regimented types supposed to just follow orders?"

"You're not my commanding officer. My commander is-"

"Me! I'm your commanding officer. You do whatever I tell you to do. You're super obsessed with following my orders." Gilda gave her a hot, possessive look.

Spitfire's eyes widened. "Wh-what? But you're not-"

"I'm your secret commanding officer. Nopony knows about me except you, but when I give you orders, they're totally more important than anyone else's."

Spitfire screwed up her eyes, grimacing. It felt like there was a pressure in her head, like the beginnings of a headache. "That makes no sense-"

Gilda stepped closer, pushing her face almost up against Spitfire's. "I'm your secret commanding officer. You do whatever I tell you to do. You obey my orders, got that?"

"I... I..." stammered Spitfire, her eyes wide. That made no - but it was true - it made no sense - it was true - it was true - it was true. Shock flashed through her as she realised the position she was in, and she jerked upright, back straight, snapping to attention. "Ma'am! Apologies for my slovenly posture, Ma'am!"

"Oh, that is too buckin' good..." breathed Gilda, her beak parting and her tongue flickering out for a moment. "When I tell you to do something, what're you gonna do?"

"I will obey orders, Ma'am!" snapped Spitfire, in clipped, brisk tones. She had a confused memory of being rude to her commander, and all she could do now was to ensure she gave the best possible impression.

"Yeah, you will. Strip. I want to see that juicy ass and cute little tits." Gilda stroked her bracelet and added, "You're my secret Fuckbolt. You love being given sexy orders. Turns you on so bad. Being my hot, fit whore is part of your duties, got that?"

A rolling wash of heat broke over Spitfire, her mouth going dry. Her nipples stiffened behind her compact sports bra, and a tingling rush of sensation between her legs betrayed the truth of her sudden, urgent lust for the firmly muscled griffon before her. She desperately wanted to stare at the big, brown tits so inadequately covered by her commander's tanktop, or her wide hips and muscled ass, but she disciplined herself, keeping her gaze fixed at eye level.

"Yes, Ma'am!" she replied crisply. Shrugging out of her jacket, she laid it across her desk, then unbuttoned her blouse with an efficiency that bordered on almost indecent haste. Expensive shoes were kicked off, her pants pushed down, leaving her in her neat, functional underwear. Giving in to temptation long enough to give Gilda's body one long, hungry look, Spitfire bent over to slide her panties down her smooth legs, and stepped out of them. Unsnapping her sports bra, she laid it on the growing pile of clothes and snapped back to attention, hands clasped behind her.

She was lithe and fit, she knew, her yellow skin smooth and relatively free of blemishes. Firm, high breasts were capped by darker brown nipples, jutting stiffly, and her neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair glittered where droplets of wetness had settled. Gilda's eyes tracked over her hungrily, and Spitfire shivered with pleasure as her commander's taloned fingers ran over her bare breast.

"You guys always have such little tits," snorted Gilda, amused.

"Ma'am! I am considered to have large breasts for a pegasus, Ma'am!" Spitfire replied instantly. Sure, they couldn't compare to the heft of some unicorns, or earth ponies - or that friend of Dash's, Fluttershy, for some reason - but she was proud of what she had.

"Settle down," chided Gilda in an amused tone, cupping Spitfire's breasts in both hands and squeezing them. "Didn't say I don't like them. You any good at eating pussy, Spitfire?"

"Hnnn," groaned Spitfire lustfully, her knees quivering. "I am an exceptionally talented cunt-licker, Ma'am! I'm certain you expect nothing less from your personal Fuckbolt, Ma'am! It would be my honour to drop to my knees and shove my tongue into your pussy, Ma'am!"

"Buck me," breathed the griffon, shaking her head slightly. "I was totally gonna try this out on Dash, but you'll do just fine. Yeah, get down there and eat me out. Show me your devotion to duty, all that. Oh, and finger yourself. You're always turned on when you're obeying my orders."

Ecstatic delight flashed through Spitfire, and she snapped off a salute once more, her nipples achingly hard and wetness beginning to inch down her thigh. "Yes, Ma'am! I can't tell you how turned on I am, Ma'am!"

Dropping smoothly to her knees, as she'd hoped, Spitfire ran her hands up Gilda's muscled thighs, stroking and caressing with worshipful attentiveness. Sliding her fingertips under the edge of her short skirt, Spitfire reverentially lifted it up to expose Gilda's pussy, barely covered by an incredibly slender black thong. With a moan that she didn't even try to hide, Spitfire groaned, "Your pussy is gorgeous, Ma'am, it's the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen! Thank you for entrusting your pleasure to my tongue, Ma'am!" 

Gilda slid a hand up under her short tank top, pushing it up to reveal her naked breasts. Grabbing a handful of one and squeezing, smug delight on her face, she replied with playfully amused dismissiveness, "Yeah, yeah. Just show me those skills, already- fuck!"

Spitfire hadn't even hesitated. Shoving her head between Gilda's thick thighs, her tongue tugged the slender strand of damp fabric aside, and she began licking and lapping, alternating feather-light teases with stronger, deeper strokes. All the devotion to duty and attention to detail that had carried her to become the youngest ever captain of the Wonderbolts was now focused into a single, overriding task: to make her commanding officer cum all over her face. Nuzzling and kissing hungrily at Gilda's pussy, Spitfire slid her hand down to caress her own hot, dripping sex; not because she was unbearably horny - though she was - but because it was part of her orders.

She always obeyed orders. Obeying her commander made her feel so horny. Nothing would ever, ever stand in the way of pleasing her commander, and carrying out her duty to be Gilda's secret, utterly compliant whore. Spitfire's fingers slid into herself, with a smooth, practised motion, and she began riding her own hand roughly, hips rocking and grinding back and forth. The griffon's cunt was everything to her; the taste of her pleasure, the scent of her musk, every little quiver and cry of pleasure she urged from her commander's throat.

"Know what - fuck, for a little pony bitch, you sure are good at that; eat my cunt, you whimpering bitch - know what you're gonna do for me?" panted Gilda, grabbing the back of Spitfire's head and forcing it harder against her pussy. "You're gonna take this magic bracelet I've got, and you're gonna use it to totally fuck Dash's mind for me. Make her think she's got to do what I tell her; make her a crazy devoted Fuckbolt like you."

Spitfire's urgent lapping slowed, then came to a complete stop as she paused, flooded with a sudden uncertainty. Of course she always obeyed her commander, and would never do anything to displease her, but Rainbow Dash was her trainee. She couldn't do something like that to her. "...Ma'am, surely there must be another way," Spitfire said slowly, hesitation in her voice.

The hand buried in her mane let go, and a snort of exasperation came from above. Spitfire winced internally. She truly hated to disappoint her commander, but there were points of principle even her orders couldn't override.

"Nah," said Gilda, impatiently. "You don't wanna do things another way. You want to mindfuck Rainbow Dash into a compliant whore like you. You want to teach her to obey her commander, don't you?"

Another wave of dizziness struck Spitfire, and she grabbed at Gilda's thigh to keep herself upright. "I... should teach her to follow orders," she said, slightly confused at her own resistance to the idea. That was what she was there for, wasn't it? To teach recruits discipline?

"Yeah, you should. It makes you horny. Obeying all my orders makes you horny, and I ordered you to turn Dash into my whore, so it makes you horny to fuck her mind and make her obey me."

It did. It absolutely did. Spitfire was suddenly swamped by images of Rainbow Dash standing naked at attention, ready to offer her mouth, cute little tits and cunt to her commanding officer, all because she, Spitfire, had carried out her orders. She loved to obey her commander's orders. Without realising it, she'd started rocking her hips against her fingers again, a moan slipping from her lips. "Yes... Ma'am," she agreed huskily. "I can't wait to make Rainbow Dash your obedient Fuckbolt."

"Yeah, that's fucking better," sneered Gilda, spreading her legs to stand a little wider. "Now get your tongue back in my cunt!"

Shuddering with lust, barely keeping herself from orgasming just at the sheer glory of doing as she was ordered, Spitfire lunged forward and began sucking Gilda's clit, flicking it with her tongue and gently grazing it with her teeth. Lost in a haze of utter devotion, she heard her commander declare from above, "Fuck it. You're not just gonna do it to Dash. You're gonna do it to all the hot Wonderbolt bitches. You'll make sure every last one of them is ready and at attention, naked. You'll train them to eat pussy, make me a whole squadron of obedient cunt-lickers. What do you say to that?"

Her mouth and chin coated in Gilda's gleaming juices, her mane mussed, desperately fucking her own fingers, Spitfire screamed into her commander's cunt as she came.
> Chapter 7: Remix
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Music thudded through the club like the opening salvos of a war, the ground vibrating, the air shaking with every pulse of bass. Young men and women shifted and swayed, packed together in the flickering, strobe-lit dimness, breathless and drunk on the beat. Half of Canterlot High's students had to be there, cramming the club to capacity.

She danced without a partner, swinging her toned body around with manic exuberance, perspiration glistening on her skin. Heavy eyeshadow circled her large green eyes, mascara darkening and lengthening the lashes. Her blonde hair was shaved on either side of her head, the centre standing up in a fluffy, messy mohawk with dyed green tips; a pair of large, expensive headphones covered her ears, the headband flattening a channel through the broad stripe of hair. A crumpled black top bared her arms and shoulders, sleeveless, deeply cut to show off her freckled cleavage, over a tight purple miniskirt and ripped fishnets. Loosely fastened, spiked cuffs slid up and down her forearms as she swayed her hands above her head, matching the long, many-strapped boots she wore to the knee. Glowsticks were shoved into her hair, her cleavage and through the silver loops decorating her accessories; studs gleamed in the side of her nose and below her lower lip.

From the corner of her eye, she saw one girl tug on another's arm and point at her, her expression incredulous. Even though the words were drowned out by the tide of music, it wasn't a surprise to see her mouth to the other, as many people had over the last couple of months, 'Is that Applejack?!’





It had all started with a tape. 

Vinyl Scratch had come up to her one day, in the hallways at college, and offered it to her - without saying a word, as was customary for Vinyl. Applejack had taken it, as much to be polite as anything, and thanked the other girl. That was when Vinyl had tapped a hand-written label on it, which read 'listen all the way through', and given her a stern look over her ever-present purple glasses.

Applejack had promised. 

Even so, it had taken her a few days to get around to listening to it. She was a country gal herself - 'Always have been, always will be' - and while Vinyl knew her way around a boombox, it wasn't usually Applejack's kind of jam. Still, seeing the tape lying on her dresser had pricked her conscience, and with a sigh, she'd slotted it into her tape deck and hit play.

It was exactly the kind of thing she'd expected from Vinyl; heavy on the electronic beats and synthesised sound, layer upon layer of musical patterns growing in complexity, then collapsing and resetting before developing new themes once more. It was probably impressive, if you looked at it the right way, but it really wasn't the kind of music she was into. She'd almost turned it straight back off again, but she'd promised to listen through, and that was that. Instead, with another sigh, Applejack had let it play, and got on with tidying up her room.

The funny thing was, after a while, she found herself nodding along with it, tapping out the beat with her fingers. It sure did seem to go on for a long time, but the more she listened, the more it grew on her. There was this weird familiarity about it, like there was a song she knew, sampled and remixed into the distorted electronic tones. When it did finally finish, she rewound the tape, and played it again.

Vinyl hadn't been smug about it when she'd confessed, with some reluctance, that maybe there was something to this here 'electronic music' that wasn't total hogwash. Instead, the DJ had just grinned at her, and pressed another tape into her hands.

Where the last one had had just a single, long song on it, this one had a good dozen new tracks, and to her initial bewilderment, then increasing delight, Applejack had found each one was catchier than the last. The country music that her family played around the house seemed so dull in comparison, just a few simple notes, picked out over and over. Applejack had fought the realisation, because that music was a part of her whole identity, but one day, she'd just had to give up and admit to herself she was all about the electronica, now. 

The third tape had had lyrics. Not that the others hadn't had sampled vocal sections, but this voice was both familiar and unfamiliar, woven through the music - Vinyl's voice, Applejack was pretty sure, even though she couldn't remember getting the gal to talk out loud. She had a sweet voice; shame she used it so rarely. As if to make up for that, Applejack listened to the music obsessively, humming the tune when she was out and about, and letting it play her to sleep at night. There was still something familiar about it all, but it had been restructured so heavily, she couldn't put a finger on it. "...soon you'll all be singing along," she hummed to herself, without quite knowing why. 

It was around then that she started asking Vinyl for recommendations for clothes. She'd only intended to try on an outfit, two at most, but once she wore her first set of leather knee boots, it was like something had broken loose inside her. Within days, she'd junked most of her wardrobe, and put away her collection of hats, going instead for ripped jeans and brightly coloured tube tops. 

Now that, admittedly, had got some attention. Her friends could hardly believe it. Still, a few visits to her house to see her new collection of clothes, her music pumping away in the background, and they started to see the stylish side of it. Heck, several of them had tried a bit of a punk fix-up to their clothes themselves! 

Vinyl must have been shy about other folk hearing her voice; she'd checked in with Applejack not long after that, and when Applejack had shown her the lousy little tapedeck she listened to, Vinyl had given her a pair of headphones and a portable MP3 player that were just top quality to listen to instead. Applejack had felt a bit awkward about accepting the gifts, but she'd tried them out at Vinyl's urging, and the sound was so much clearer! Pretty soon, Applejack wore her headphones just as much as Vinyl did. Maybe it was her generosity, or maybe it was listening to her music so much, but Applejack found herself thinking of the friendly DJ more and more.

Admittedly, though, it was a bit embarrassing the first time it happened while she was playing with herself. Applejack had a tendency to think of a few guys from the college when she got a bit frisky, even if they'd never get to find out, and lately it had been Thunderlane who - though a total jerk - tended to turn up in her fantasies of being rutted good and hard. Maybe he'd annoyed her more than usual lately, because no matter what she did, she just felt irritable when picturing him pawing at her. Huffing in exasperation, she'd done her best to relax, and just touched herself for a while without picturing anyone at all. That was better. She was getting pleasantly horny again when, without warning, an image of Vinyl had flashed into her head. 

She'd given up and gotten dressed. It had happened more and more since then, though, and though she always pushed the image aside, she wasn't particularly surprised by it anymore. Not that it meant anything. She was into boys, always had been, always would be. 

She did like spending time with Vinyl, though. It was restful, being with someone that wasn't yammering all the time, the two of them listening to their headphones and nodding along, side by side. She'd gotten into club dancing, wherever Vinyl was playing a set. This club was one she hadn't been to before, but she hadn't really bothered to read the posters. Vinyl was going to be here, and that was all that mattered.





Oh, it felt good.

Every pulse of the bass thrummed through her, tingling, pulsing, making every tiny hair on her body stand on end. She was being hammered by it, driven, letting her body move the way it wanted to move on pure instinct. Vinyl's music pulsed into her ears from her headphones, in perfect counterpoint to the deeper, heavier thrum of the club speakers. She was being watched, stared at, and she knew she looked incredible. She wanted to touch herself, right here, right now, in front of all these people, wanting her, desiring her.

Her fingers crept under the edge of her skirt. She inhaled sharply with anticipation.

A hand touched her shoulder. Applejack twisted around, flushed with guilty excitement, and looked straight into Vinyl's opaque purple lenses. The DJ grinned, angling her head to let Applejack look into her crimson eyes over the top of her sunglasses. 

Applejack couldn't help herself; she giggled, panting for breath, weirdly delighted by Vinyl's conspiratorial amusement. Her voice lost in the tumult, she shouted, "Guess you caught me, huh?"

Vinyl squeezed Applejack's shoulder, then reached up and took hold of her chin with her other hand. It all happened in drifting slow motion, but somehow Applejack couldn't quite understand what was happening, until the exact moment that the DJ's hot mouth covered hers.

Then sensation caught up with her again. 

It was as though every part of Applejack's body lit up at once, a shuddering, overwhelming flush of pure, molten arousal, without compromise or hesitation. She kissed back, urgently, desperately, not even caring that everything she thought about herself was suddenly being proven wrong. She needed Vinyl, more than anyone in her whole life. She needed - yes! - she needed to touch and kiss her and stroke her smooth skin and soft breasts, she wanted to know what Vinyl's body tasted like, she wanted to know everything. The rush of infatuation was so powerful she almost fell, and she rocked loosely on her feet when the other girl pulled away. 

Something wrapped around her neck. She looked down, and with an odd lack of surprise, saw the collar in Vinyl's hands, felt the cool metal of the buckle against her skin as it was done up. A catch clicked, and as she felt the first tug, she realised she was on a leash. 

Applejack's eyes snapped closed, and she arched, gasping. She could feel her pussy spasming, soaking her thong, and dimly through her headphones, she heard the crowd catcalling. She was being watched, and wanted, and she was on Vinyl's leash. Oh, stars, she was gonna melt.

A stronger, sharper tug on the leash jerked her forward. Vinyl's grin was intimately sly, and her pierced nipples showed clearly through her thin, clinging white t-shirt. It felt so good to know Vinyl wanted her just as much as she wanted the DJ, and she followed the other girl in a daze, breathing fast and shallow, her knees quivering with every step. A door opened before them, then a narrow corridor, then another door, this one guarded by a suited, older man, his arms folded.

Vinyl's hand pushed down on the back of her neck, and without knowing or caring what was happening, Applejack sank to her hands and knees, her tiny skirt riding up with every movement of her legs to expose her broad, muscled ass, inadequately covered by her torn mesh tights. The bouncer nodded approvingly, and stepped aside. Vinyl walked forward, pushing the door open, and Applejack crawled after her. 

There was a whole other dance floor inside. Smaller than the other, more confined, but within that space, it was equally packed. Men led women on leashes, women rode naked on the backs of crawling men. Bare breasts and exposed cunts were on display everywhere; corsets and latex and things Applejack didn't even know the names for, lit by the flashing, alternating colours of strobes and disco lights. Music pulsed into her ears, her headphones filling her with the thrum of the bass, and the silk of Vinyl's voice. 

It was the single most erotic thing she'd ever seen in her life. Applejack shuddered in an echo of orgasm, and if she hadn't already been on all fours, she might have fallen. Vinyl's hand rested possessively on the back of her head, stroking the small hairs at the base of her mohawk, and the leash jerked again, squeezing her throat. Moaning loudly, hearing a dim, faint echo in her own ears, Applejack followed the tug, crawling onto a slightly raised, knee-high platform. It was one of several; some others were vacant, some occupied by - by bound slaves. Just like her. 

The realisation made her bite her lip hard, her head arching back, her nipples almost painfully stiff. People were watching her. They were watching her. Vinyl wanted her. She wanted Vinyl, so, so badly. This was everything she wanted. Everything. Vinyl looped her leash around a hook at the front of the platform, and Applejack tensed upwards a little, just to feel the glorious feeling of pressure as her choke-chain squeezed her neck. Vinyl's hands slid over her upturned ass, and she whimpered again, gasping, "Do me, do me! Right here!"

The music filled the air; Vinyl couldn't possibly have heard. Nonetheless, Applejack jerked as she felt her skirt being flipped up, and Vinyl's neat, tapering fingers rip open the back of her tights. Men and women were approaching, their eyes hungry and unashamed of their interest, and it was all the farmgirl could do not to squirm around too much. 

Cool, slick pressure pushed against her tender asshole. Lubricant trickled down the valley of her ass. A buzzing tingled against her skin.

"Oh, fuck," Applejack gasped, her arms going limp, eyelids fluttering as she sank down to rest her upper body against the platform. "Oh, no," she breathed with delirious desire, rocking back and forth to grind her nipples against the unyielding surface through her shirt, "Ah've never - never even imagined-" 

Her words cut off as the pressure mounted, and the slim, buzzing shaft pushed slowly into her body. She couldn't speak, couldn't think, as it penetrated her, deeper and deeper, until she finally felt the flared base come to rest against her. She'd stopped breathing; now she shudderingly sucked in a gasp of air, fighting back the darkness that had narrowed her vision. She was surrounded by the crowd now, grinning, looking at her lustfully, touching each other, touching themselves. She could feel the heat of their gazes, burning her up, burning away every part of her that ever didn't want this.

"Fuck me, Vinyl! Ah'm yours!" she panted, raising her voice to a shout to try to be heard over the music pounding in her mind. "Fuck mah ass, mah pussy, anything! Anything you want!"

Vinyl stepped into view. This time it felt like Applejack's heart would stop beating. She was half-naked, those gorgeous smooth tits capped with silver barbells through her cobalt blue nipples, her headphones resting loosely around her neck, glasses slid down her nose so Applejack could meet her eyes, and yes, oh yes, a big, heavy strap-on webbed to her hips, already dripping with lubricant.

Vinyl's lips shaped the silent words, 'Want this, lover?'

Applejack reached out desperately for the other girl, her hips squirming uncontrollably as the vibrator buzzed away in her ass. "Please! PLEASE! Fuck me right here! Do it! DO ME!"

Vinyl grinned, and blew a kiss. Circled around her, out of sight.

Applejack lowered her head, whimpering, her pussy spasming, as the shaft stroked along her folds, and began to push firmly into her. Strobe lights played over her glisteningly damp skin, bass thudding through her very core as the thick dildo began thrusting back and forth. "Watch me! Watch me get - get f-fucked senseless!" she cried out.

Some songs you really just couldn't get out of your head.
> Bonus Chapter: It Isn't Normal
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Deep within the ludicrously extensive library of the Castle of Friendship, a young unicorn was obsessively at work. At some point - perhaps days before - the clothes she wore had been neat. Presentable, even. Her mane was now a tangled mess, her black skirt creased in awkward places from sitting on it for too long, and her pale green shirt was rumpled. Her small black jacket lay draped askew, half-off the back of her chair. 

Mountainous piles of books surrounded Starlight Glimmer, annotated with hand-written notes and scribbled out formulae in the margins that were going to earn her a very stern talking to when Twilight eventually found out. Fragments of torn parchment littered the floor, each bearing scribbles that evolved from fragment to fragment, finally achieving the form that Starlight held in her hand. 

She was breathing quickly, her pink skin coated in sweat, staring at the parchment with a bright-eyed manic energy. 

"I've definitely got it this time! I mean, I'd have gotten it sooner if she hadn't banned me from using the Want It Need It spell, but – well, I'm sure Twilight won't mind I included it once she sees how effective this spell is. You don't have to warp light to make yourself functionally invisible, if you can make people want to not realise you're there! This is a whole new approach to magic!" Starlight took a deep breath, drawing herself up straighter despite the dark marks of exhaustion under her eyes, and declared to no pony in particular, "She is going to be so impressed." 

Starlight focused, bringing to mind the complex formula she'd shaped over dozens of long days and sleepless nights of experimental work. Magic shimmered to life around her horn, the aura of power sharpening to a point. A thin, high whine cut through the air, the sound of the air itself breaking down in the presence of a powerful magical field. 

She gestured with her horn.

In a single, crowded instant, the pulsing node of power exploded. Flaring, pale blue energy snapped over her body, grounding through her skin and sparking behind her eyes. Starlight jerked in surprise, shaking her head rapidly as if she could dislodge the strange tingle. After a moment, even that faded, and as far as Starlight could tell, the entire accumulated magical charge was simply gone without trace.

"Oh, are you kidding me?" Starlight burst out, hurling the nearest book aside in a fit of pique. "It took weeks to store up that charge!"

Simmering with frustration, she stood amidst the mess for a moment, brooding, before shrugging impatiently and turning for the door. She'd tidy up the mess later. Right then, she couldn't face the evidence of her failure.





Celestia looked down at the note pinned to the arm of her throne. 'It is not normal to fuck Starlight Glimmer. Try not to forget it.'

"Go on, Twilight," she said soothingly. "Tell me again. You felt a spell being cast. What happened next?"

Twilight blinked up at her, obviously confused by the repetitive line of questioning, but willing as ever to indulge her mentor. "Well, as I said, the magical surge felt enormous. I haven't felt anything like that since Starlight opened the time portal. I was worried. Starlight was just leaving the castle, and she looked upset, so I wanted to ask her if she was okay."

"But you didn't, not at once. Why was that?" Celestia glanced at the note again.

"Oh. Well, I did want to, but it had to wait until I'd finished eating her out." Twilight's expression of mild concern didn't change.

Celestia coughed, her own alabaster cheeks touched by pink. "Yes, so you said. When you saw her, you knelt, placed your head under her skirt, pulled her - her panties aside, and began licking. Was there a reason to do that?"

The expression of vague puzzlement on her former student's face replied, even more eloquently than Twilight could, that she might as well have asked what the reason was for saying 'hello'. "I'm sorry, I'm... not sure I understand."

Something that Celestia had often admired about Twilight was her methodical approach to things she didn't understand. Pausing to formulate her words carefully, she asked, "Twilight, I'm sorry to ask you this. I hope you will understand later why I need to know the things I am speaking of; this is not from personal curiosity. Would you say that you have ever made love to another pony?"

Twilight had grown visibly wary as Celestia's disclaimer unfolded, but even so, she didn't seem to have been prepared for that. Her head jerked back, looking up at Celestia in total shock. "Princess! I - I - of course not, I haven't even-"

"It's alright, Twilight," the elder Princess soothed at once. "There are no wrong answers to the questions I must ask you. Have you ever been tempted to do something intimate with another pony? What is the furthest you've gone?"

Twilight was growing so red that her normal lilac was approaching deep purple. Her words obviously caught in her throat, and she struggled to make herself speak before she forced out, "Y-yes, I, I've had... crushes. No more than kissing, though, I - just kissing! Princess, why?"

"Please be patient with me, Twilight. Would you like to talk about fucking Starlight instead?" 

The crude word was spoken with deliberate precision, and Celestia's eyes narrowed as Twilight visibly relaxed, nodding. "That would be easier, thank you. It's not that I don't want to answer your questions, I do, and you know I'd never lie to you, it's just..."

"It's alright, Twilight. Consider that topic closed," Celestia interrupted her, then added, "How did Starlight taste?"

"Do you mean her pussy or her breasts?" Twilight asked, much more at ease with the new topic of conversation. "Her pussy was kind of... tangy, I guess. I wasn't really sure what mares would taste like, but I think I could get used to it. She wasn't as perfumed as Rarity, anyway."

"Did you make her orgasm?" Celestia asked, then - with mingled embarrassment, guilt and creeping arousal - added, "Did she cum all over your face, Twilight?"

"I did!" Twilight replied brightly. 

The simplicity of Twilight's response, the innocent lack of realisation of what she was saying, sent a fresh thrill of arousal through Celestia, and even though she tried desperately not to show it, her nipples grew obviously stiff, pressing through the silk of her perfect white and gold dress. She'd never imagined speaking to Twilight of crude things, and to her own surprise, it was one of the most shudderingly erotic things she'd ever heard. 

Even so, that wasn't the point. There was some sort of malformed normalisation spell centred on Starlight, and Celestia knew that she couldn't afford to let herself get distracted from diagnosing the root cause. This was serious.

"She didn't cum in my mouth, though," Twilight added innocently. "She pulled up her top and I sucked on her nipples, and fingered her a bit. That's when she came. The first time she came, at least. ...Princess?"

Trying to cover the strangled whine she'd just released with a cough instead, Celestia dismissed Twilight's question with a flick of her fingers. "Twilight, while you were… eating Starlight's pussy, would you tell me where you were?"

"Um. Let me see…" Twilight frowned thoughtfully, trying to remember an obviously unimportant detail. "It was a couple of days ago, so... I saw Starlight step out of the main gate as I was hurrying back, and I stopped to lick her out. I suppose that's technically in the outskirts of Ponyville? Just outside the castle."

An area that was generally pretty quiet, then. That was good. "Did anyone see you?" Celestia asked gently.

"Well, Rarity did arrive at some point? I'm sorry, Princess, I couldn't really see with my head under Starlight's skirt."

"How did you know Rarity was there?"

"I could hear her voice. She was shouting about something - I thought I heard my name, but I wasn't sure what she wanted, and Starlight was pressing me into her pussy pretty hard. But when she let me come up for air, I started sucking her tits, and then I could hear Rarity better. It didn't really make a lot of sense," Twilight finished apologetically.

"Did she come over to talk to you?"

"Oh, yes. She was saying something about doing something in public, at first, but when she came over, she apologised for yelling. She said she couldn't imagine what she'd been making a fuss about, so I offered to let her suck Starlight's nipples instead. Starlight had just cum over my fingers, so she was a little tender, but she said she'd be happy to let Rarity suck her tits as well. That's when I decided to eat Rarity out too, so I could see if she tasted different. She kind of tastes a little like skincare soap. It smells good, but it's not my favourite to lick." 

Celestia shivered, gripping the arms of her throne tighter, but tried to push the wave of arousal aside. Feeling her heart beating faster, she asked in a lower, more urgent tone, "Do you remember how far away Rarity was from Starlight when she stopped shouting?"

Twilight's expression screwed up as she tried to picture the scene. "I'm... really not sure, Princess. I'm so sorry. Was that important?"

"Twilight..." Celestia trailed off, then tried, "Twilight, have you harboured romantic thoughts about Rarity? Could you see yourself being intimate with her?"

Again, the rising tide of the younger pony's blush threatened to cook her head. "I - I, I mean, she's very fashionable, and she's very caring, but I'd never really... thought about her like that. She is a mare, after all, and she's my friend. So... I don't, I don't think so?"

"And what if you were both being intimate with Starlight at the time? Would that change things?"

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't realise what you meant." Twilight shook her head in sheepish embarrassment. "Of course I'd have sex with Rarity if it was with Starlight. You always taught me to have good manners."

Her mouth dry, Celestia hesitated, then found herself speaking before she could stop herself. "What if Starlight and I were being intimate, and you entered unexpectedly? Would you be intimate with me, Twilight?"

Twilight blinked up at her mentor owlishly, cocking her head. "Princess? Of course I'd have sex with you, if Starlight was there."

It was much too late for Celestia to stop herself now. Her hand twitched towards her skirt, then stopped and gripped the arm of her throne with renewed force as she tried, "Would you describe that?"

"...is everything okay, Princess? I really don't understand why you're asking these questions - is something wrong?"

"Please, Twilight!" 

In a gently puzzled tone, Twilight replied, "Well, I'd peel down the front of your dress and knead your breasts, at first; they're really impressive. Then, once your nipples were hard, I'd like to suck on them and bite them a little bit, and perhaps you'd like to fondle me back? If you hiked up your dress, I could see how you taste. It'd be nice to get some handfuls of your ass, too, I've always loved it, but I think Starlight would be doing that."

"You think-" Celestia started, then cut herself off. The normalisation spell's parameters were still unknown. Talking about sex in Starlight's presence was obviously part of it, but asking about her own attractiveness without that cover would probably go poorly. The spell was lingering now that Twilight had left Starlight's presence as well, which marked the effect out as one of extraordinary power. Just how many ponies had already succumbed to the new normal?

It would be a lot easier to think about all of that if she wasn't so cursedly horny. It was all she could do to stop herself from squirming on her throne, and if she let her concentration lapse for just an instant and began touching herself in front of Twilight... 

Celestia took a deep, calming breath. 

"How many ponies have been exposed?" she asked, in a pleasant, level tone.

"To what?"

"Forgive me, Twilight. How many ponies have you witnessed having intimate relations with Starlight Glimmer?"

"Oh. Did you mean exposed as in undressed?" Twilight tipped her head to one side, deep in thought. "Less than twenty, directly. It was pretty much just the visitors to the Castle until this morning, but then when we got on the train-"

"She's here?" 

Twilight jerked in surprise at the sudden sharpness of Celestia's voice, her eyes wide. "I - yes, Princess! She's my student, so when you summoned me, she asked if she could come, and we got on the train."

"Where is Starlight now?" Celestia asked urgently. She hadn't even pinned down the effective range yet!

"Uh - I don't know! A lot of ponies greeted her on the way here, so I asked if she minded me going ahead, so I wouldn't be late, and she said she'd catch me up!" Twilight looked spooked, obviously paranoid she'd done something to upset Celestia, even if she couldn't imagine what that was.

And they'd been talking for a while. Celestia's gaze turned to the doors, which - now that she noticed it - were slightly ajar. Raising her voice, projecting it powerfully through the chamber, she demanded, "Starlight Glimmer, are you there?"

Perhaps only a pony with Celestia's excellent hearing could have caught the little 'eep!' from behind the door. A moment later, Starlight bashfully stepped around the door and into the chamber. "S-sorry, Princess, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I just didn't want to interrupt, and-"

"Stay where you are," Celestia told her firmly, giving the young mare a hard stare. Starlight's clothes were in disarray, her makeup smudged, and she looked terrified by the attention Celestia was giving her, but there was no smugness, no sense of lurking triumph. She'd been hit by the normalisation as hard as any of the other victims, perhaps harder. 

The note on the arm of her throne still made sense. Whatever the range of the effect, it wasn't long enough to span the throne room end to end. Now, she just had to decide what to do next. Her gaze slid from Starlight to Twilight, her favoured student looking anxious but obviously holding her tongue. It would be easy to order Starlight quarantined until the spell on her could be figured out. And yet... 

Celestia turned over the note on the arm of her throne, and with a few quick strokes of her pen, addressed it to Luna, and summarised all she knew. There wasn't much of it. With that done, she sighed, a small, wry smile curving her lips. "There's no need to panic, Starlight. You're simply the centre of a normalisation spell we need to defuse."

Starlight blinked, protesting, "But the spell fizzled! It didn't do anything!" 

"That isn't true, I'm afraid. You simply can't tell because you're affected by it. But don't worry." Celestia rose from her throne, descending the steps and taking Twilight's hand. Smiling at the younger Princess, she led her gently towards Starlight, continuing, "We will figure out how to remove it. But first..." She braced herself for the spell, trying to cling onto her knowledge of what it would do, and stopped trying to disguise the sigh of desire in her voice, "First, Twilight and I should greet you properly."
> Bonus Chapter 2: Happy Birthday
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"I wonder what the Princesses intend to announce," Twilight wondered aloud.

Starlight Glimmer giggled, a dizzy, slightly nervous sound. "Who knows? It could be anything."

Twilight gave a sidelong look at her apprentice. The two of them were standing on a balcony, one of several along the face of the castle, overlooking a broad plaza absolutely packed with ponies. Towering white walls enclosed three sides of the square, leaving it open to the east, towards the rest of the city. A wide balcony, with delicate golden railings, was set into the central, western wall, ready for the Princesses to give their address to their people. Twilight and Starlight's balcony was higher, jutting from the northern wall, much like a private box at the theatre. 

Usually Twilight would have expected to be standing - well, if not with the Princesses, then at least behind them, somewhere out of sight from the ground. Not that she thought it was her due, or anything - she'd never really accepted the idea that she was a Princess herself, now - but because she liked to be close to her mentor and friend any chance she got. Still, Celestia's note had been very specific, apologising for summoning her to Canterlot on her birthday, but promising it would be worth her attendance.

Twilight tugged lightly at her blouse's high collar. She'd dressed formally, and in a hurry, in her fanciest white blouse and a long skirt. Stood in the blazing sunshine, she was beginning to regret her sartorial choices. 

Somewhat guiltily, she undid the top couple of buttons, and tugged the collar of her blouse a little wider. Beside her, Starlight seemed to be almost alarmingly eager for the announcement to begin, shifting from foot to foot and clutching at the railing with anticipation. Maybe it was the excitement of having been summoned with Twilight; just the two of them, and nopony else. 

Starlight drummed her fingers on the railing, then twisted towards Twilight. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, then inhaled, about to speak. Then didn't.

Twilight exhaled, slightly exasperated. "What is it you're not saying, Starlight?"

"You know - sometimes you think other ponies don't know things, and they do. You know, some things that you've written about, maybe, or maybe just didn't totally get rid of, and then they talk to you, and they're like - okay, I can see what you're thinking - and you have no idea they know you're thinking it, and so, one day you find out that other ponies do know things you've kept secret, but it's fine. It's totally fine, and then you get to have the things you want but didn't talk about." The words poured out in a sudden rush, Starlight's cheeks hotly pink, barely coherent.

Twilight blinked, trying to sort through the babble of 'you's and 'they's. Starlight had, what, found out something? Done something? 

Uh oh.

A blast of trumpets echoed around the square. Twilight's gaze snapped towards the gilded balcony, where the two Princesses were emerging. Celestia wore a deep red dress, vivid against her white skin, while her sister wore an identical outfit in pure white that contrasted beautifully with her own midnight blue. They were smiling, clasping hands as they waved to the massed ponies filling the square. A massed cheer of welcome rose to greet them.

"Citizens of Equestria!" called out Luna, her voice carrying across the square effortlessly and silencing the crowd. "My sister and I come before thee with an announcement and revelation of great import! Heed our words!"

Celestia stepped forward, squeezing Luna's hand, then releasing it. "Yes, my ponies, the time has come for a change. The time has come for a truth that I have long held back. As of this day, Luna and I shall be stepping down as rulers of Equestria."

Twilight slowly leaned back from the balcony railing, aghast. This was - impossible! Celestia was Equestria, she'd never abandon it! From the babble of voices below, the ponies filling the square were equally in disbelief.

"My ponies, please!" Celestia called commandingly, and the swell of voices slowly subsided again. Then, she smiled brightly. There was something odd about the look on her face - and Luna's, too - something about her eyes, irises too wide, pupils too small. "I'm stepping down so I can truly devote my time to something I love."

Luna stepped behind Celestia, wrapping her arms around the other mare's waist. Then, in a single sharp movement, Luna's dark hands gripped Celestia's bodice and pulled it down, spilling the diarch's breasts into the open air for all to see. Celestia gasped, squirming, beginning to grind her hips back against the pony behind her. 

"I'm going to spend all my time fucking my sister!" Celestia panted, into the dead silence.

The crowd exploded into a roar of noise. Celestia didn't seem to notice, or care, her head tilting back as Luna's dark hands captured and squeezed her pale breasts firmly. "Oh, sister, yes! Use my breasts as your playthings!" she groaned, every word carried across the square by the amplification enchantment on the railings.

"Thy heavy breasts are perfect, my sister, nothing could arouse me more! I cannot live a moment longer without the constant pleasure of your tongue within mine sex, your perfect mouth upon mine!" Luna pressed her body into Celestia's, pinning her sister against the railings and biting lovingly at her neck as she squeezed her full breasts together and pinched her nipples.

"Oh, Luna! Luna, yes, show all of our subjects what you've always wanted to do to me!" Celestia moaned, her cheeks coloured a rich pink-red. Shuddering visibly, she turned around in Luna's grasp and stepped to one side, letting the gathered crowd - now shouting - witness the moment she in turn yanked down Luna's bodice. The Princess of the Night's breasts were dark blue, capped with stiff, near-black nipples, and Celestia immediately ducked her head and began to suck on them with desperate urgency.

"Oh! Oh, sister, sister mine, yes! Thou art truly a harlot for my breasts!" gasped Luna, pressing her hand to the back of Celestia's head. "Suck them! Suck upon my nipples the way we have so long wanted!"

Breaking away, grabbing at one of her own breasts and kneading it roughly, Celestia gasped, "Yes! It feels so unbearably good to give in at last! I love the taste of your breasts, Luna! Your perfect tits!"

Taking hold of Luna's dress, Celestia began to unzip it, then immediately exhausted her patience and simply yanked it down. 

Luna wasn't naked beneath. 

It would have been less shocking had she simply been nude. Instead, a thick black shaft jutted from a slim web of straps, the gleaming black rubber marked with the crescent moon of Luna's cutie mark. Celestia groaned with delight, and dropped to her knees, running her pink tongue up one side of the toy and down the other. "I love it, Luna," she whimpered, eyes glazed. "I love your cock so much. I want to spend day after day, sucking it and riding it."

"N-not - not as much as I adore fucking thy gorgeous pussy, or - or even giving up mine to you!" Luna gasped, slowly rocking her hips back and forth. "Please! Allow me to give myself to you as you so eagerly have to me!"

Kissing her way up Luna's stomach and over her breasts as she rose, all the way up Luna's neck and to her ear, Celestia breathed hotly, "It would be my deepest pleasure, sister." Her magic flared around her as she straightened her back, and her crimson dress simply vanished without trace. There was just enough time to see the golden sunburst marking her own strap-on, before Luna threw herself to her knees and swallowed the shaft into her eager mouth.

"Oh! Oh, oh Luna, you're such a talented cock sucker," Celestia groaned. Seizing a double handful of Luna's flowing mane, she drew back a little, then thrust her hips forward, beginning to fuck her younger sister's mouth with desperate, shuddering urgency. The wet sounds and gasps of the Lunar Princess were broadcast across the entire square, some ponies near-rioting, some trying not to look or listen, others watching utterly entranced by the spectacle. Some were even openly touching themselves. "Swallow my cock, sister!" Celestia hissed urgently.

"Fuck my mouth, fuck my mouth," grunted Luna indistinctly, the words almost too muffled to be made out, desperately playing with her stiff black nipples. One hand slid down to grip her fake cock and began jerking it up and down, grinding the base against her clit beneath. 

Twilight watched with wide, staring eyes, clutching the railing with both hands, shocked beyond her capacity to react. It couldn't be happening! It couldn't! Her own body was quivering, so flushed and sensitive that the pressure of the cloth against her tender breasts and bare sex was almost unendurable. She felt an insane urge to strip off herself, and join them, down there on the balcony. 

Two things stopped her. One of them was the fact that this was all horribly familiar.

She'd had a dream like this. 

She'd written it down.

Then, she'd become hideously self-conscious, and destroyed it. 

Or at least, she thought she had.

Which brought her to the second thing. 

"Starlight! What did you do?!" she whispered, unable to look away from the two rulers of Equestria, light and dark, openly fucking in the sunlight. 

"Ssh! Here it comes!" chided Starlight, overcome with eager excitement.

Luna had broken away from Celestia's toy, though not before she'd demonstrated to the entire kingdom that she knew exactly how to deep-throat a substantial cock, and turned around. Grabbing the railing, bent over with her ass in the air, she reached back to yank her own strap-on free, straps snapping, and cried out, "Fuck my pussy, sister mine! Fill me! Make me thy filthy cocksleeve!" 

"It is my - pleasure to grant - your wishes, sister my love!" Celestia panted, mauling her own breast with one hand and pushing it up far enough to lick and bite at her own prominent pink nipple. Planting a hand on Luna's ass, she rubbed the tip of her saliva-slick cock up and down her sister's cunt, then, with a single forceful thrust on her hips, buried the toy within her.

Luna howled in pleasure, loud and uninhibited, her dangling tits swaying as her sister began to roughly fuck her. The slap of skin against skin rang out from the balcony as Celestia's hips slammed into Luna's ass, over and over. Gripping the railing hard enough that it began to bend, Luna declared deliriously, "My sister and I are mere sluts to each other's lusts hereafter! All hail the new Queen of Equestria! All hail Twilight Sparkle!"

Celestia rammed her shaft into Luna's yielding cunt, forcing a keening wail from her sister, and echoed forcefully, "All hail Twilight Sparkle!"

Twilight's jaw dropped. That hadn't been in her dream! Wordless, frozen to the spot as ponies began to turn and look up at her, she finally managed to wrench herself out of her paralysis and twist around. 

Starlight had dropped to one knee, beaming brightly. "I perfected my spell, all to give you this!" As Twilight choked, trying to find the words, Starlight looked up at her and declared joyously, "My Queen - happy birthday!"