> Ascension of Sunset > by New Rebellion > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Chapter 1: Fucked Over at Midnight > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ascension of Sunset Chapter 1: Fucked Over at Midnight The streets of Manehattan were always busy to some extent. This was a universal constant among any large communities that grew beyond a certain size. Just like any other such community, there were areas that had more activity than others during different times of the day or night. On this particular night, a rowdy bar was the focal point of much ruckus. A warship of the Princess’s navy had docked earlier in the day and quite a large number of her sailorponies had decided to splurge away their accumulated savings in the same manner as their predecessors had. Which was on cheap alcohol, expensive mares, and extravagant vehicles. The din of the party taking place inside the bar was audible well outside the building and ways down the street. Ponies came and went with regularity. Some of them were walking more steadily than others, whether on their own or with the support of companions. For one particular pair of drunk ponies, it was disputable as to which was holding the other up as they staggered along the sidewalk. Given the rather overt ways that the pegasus mare of the duo was rubbing herself up against her unicorn stallion she had her wing draped over, nopony was at all surprised when the pair started locking lips drunkenly but especially heatedly. While ponies weren’t particularly self-conscious about public displays of affection, the heavy scent of pheromones and desire that the pair were saturating the air with would’ve caused any mother to quickly start shepherding her foals away. Thankfully, even in their inebriated state, the duo knew that public sex on the street would’ve caused more trouble than it was worth. Thus, they quickly stumbled their way into a nearby alley, lips locked the whole way as the stallion was already starting to try and mount his mare. “Schlow down, Vrapid!” Diamond Star slurred out, managing to pry her muzzle away from her lover’s face for a moment as she sought a spot that offered a modicum of privacy. There were a few nearby discarded cardboard boxes, a couple of knocked over trashbins, and – oh! Perfect! – a dumpster in the dead-end alley. She pointed vaguely in the dumpster’s direction with her free wing as she finished, “Letsh go ova d’ere.” Rapid Starlight paused in his slight humping of Diamond Star to gaze in the gestured direction. Spotting the likely location, he nodded agreeably. “Ah’right. Letsh go, Love.” It was almost physically painful for him to dismount her. Especially when in doing so, he spotted her drooling and wildly winking marehood as she trudged unsteadily towards the dumpster. Like an eager foal trailing after the party planner for a cupcake, Rapid Starlight practically kept his muzzle buried in her rump. Diamond Star giggled at his relentless singlemindedness as she made her way over to the desired hiding place. No sooner did she drop her front to the ground while raising her tail and rump into the air than did she feel Rapid Starlight’s form mount her backside. He was one of the rarer stallions that was slightly smaller in stature and size. So, when he mounted her, rather than have his body lay over her like a large and heavy warm rug, it felt more akin to a colt trying to mount her. His forelegs barely even reached her shoulders in this position. However, no matter how small he might’ve been in body size, there was absolutely nothing small whatsoever about the massive steel rod he shoved into her already drenched cunt. In his drunken and heavily aroused state, he didn’t see the need in continued foreplay and just rammed himself straight inside, no care or concern about the mare underneath him. In her drunken and heavily aroused state, she heartily approved the rough treatment for she had been barely repressing her mating desire for the past few hours. With a rough and wild abandonment, both partners jumped straight into the hardcore sex they’d been craving. Due to this completely understandable lack of attention to anything other than each other and their own pleasures, neither Rapid Starlight nor Diamond Star noticed it when a third pony covered in a filthy black cloak entered the alley behind them. Neither noticed the teal glow of a magic horn momentarily lighting the area around the stranger, followed by an illusionary wall being erected across the alley’s entrance. Neither could’ve spotted the soundproof bubble that was made shortly afterwards, which drowned out both incoming and outgoing noise of the city and bar nearby. They were too busy enjoying the feel of Rapid Starlight’s mighty cock ramming through Diamond Star’s cervix to have noticed when the mystery unicorn then cast a series of spells upon itself. It’s body glowed slightly as the various spells took effect, rustling its cloak enough to reveal a golden coat and fiery tail, before settling back down. “Haa! Haa! Haaa!” Rapid Starlight panted heavily as he continued his pounding of the wonderfully willing mare below him. In his groin, he could feel his cock starting to swell up. The pressure within his testicles was quickly becoming unbearable. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold himself back! This cunt was just so incredibly wet and tight! “D-D-Diamond…I’m gonna…gonna…cum!” Diamond Star had felt his cock swelling within her easily enough. Belatedly, she realized that she needed to warn him to pull out. She was literally in the midst of her heat. Any semen introduced to her highly fertile womb right now would most assuredly result in a foal come a year’s time. She wasn’t ready yet to be a mother, thank you very much! She was still a healthy young 30-something mare for crying out loud! By Celestia, she wasn’t ready to be tied down and burdened with many headaches and sleepless nights such a small and demanding monster would inflict upon her and her wonderful lifestyle! And yet… And yet… And yet…it would feel soooo good!! She knew from repeated experience that there was nothing quite so satisfying as having a large load of baby-making milk cooling in her womb after such a hard rutting as she was getting now. Like many mares, she had once never seen the appeal of it. But after years, she’d developed a taste and passion for it. The more semen in her womb, the better the cooldown always felt. Thus, she was stuck in a bit of a dilemma for a long moment. Tell him to pull out or cum inside? A blissful cooldown after a very satisfying fuck but followed by a lifetime of unwanted parentage or sexual frustration in a moment when she so desperately wanted—no, needed!!—release from her mating heat? Which one? Which one? She could feel Rapid Starlight’s grip upon her flanks tighten greatly as he fought a losing battle against the oncoming bliss. Finally, she let out a scream of frustration as she cried out her answer. “Out! Pull it out! Don’t cum inside me!” However, she’d waited too long to make her response it seemed. For scarcely had she started speaking did she feel Rapid Starlight suddenly jab himself forward with an especially hard thrust. This thrust shot forward further than the others, pressing his groin solidly flush against hers as his cockhead pushed up into the far side of her womb. The unexpectedly strong thrust sent a spark of pure bliss up her spine and into her brain, followed by the instinctual tightening and flexing of her vaginal and womb muscles as they worked to coax out their long-denied prize. Her pegasus wings shot open to their fullest extent as the various bones and feathers locked in place. Thick mare juice poured out of her vagina, down Rapid’s dick, and sprayed out upon the ground below as her pussy did it’s best to impregnate itself. Diamond’s orgasm proved to be the final straw as her relentlessly squeezing muscles in turn caused Rapid’s cock to swell, his dickhead flaring up like a balloon. Long and thick ropes of semen sprayed out of his cock and straight into her womb, rapidly pooling, then filling, and finally stretching out the flexible organ as more and more stallion cum was continuously pumped into it. Diamond Star didn’t have time to be upset by this. Her orgasm had come out of left field and hit her with the force of a freight train. This wildly powerful sensation of bliss caused her limbs to go limp as her face sagged down to rest upon the street beneath of her. A look of true and utter bliss glazed over her face as she lay collapsed in the ground. Her flank was still raised high in the air as her hindlegs crossed over one another as she instinctively made sure that the sperm would stay deep within her swollen and overfilled uterus. Doing her best to get pregnant without even realizing it. And there she laid for several long, dazed, and wonderful moments. She hadn’t even noticed that at some point during her orgasm and subsequent filling that Rapid Starlight had released his grip upon her hindquarters. She barely even comprehended the fact that her lover was somehow hosting himself upwards without crawling atop her. But what did she certainly did notice was his still-hard cock sliding out her highly needy pussy. The moment his flared head popped out of her pussy, there came a gushing splatter of noise as the compressed cum within her swollen womb came rushing out of her like a water hose as her flank flopped gracelessly to the street below from where it’d been slightly hoisted up into the air. Blearily, Diamond Star turned her head to look back at what her lover was doing. Thanks to her drunken state and compounded by her current mind-blowing orgasm, as well as the fact that what she was seeing was genuinely shockingly incomprehensible to the average pony, nopony in their right minds could blame her for just staring bleary eyed for several long moments. Her confusion was natural since it wasn’t everyday that a pony sees another pony fighting for its life while already halfway down another pony’s throat after all. By the time that Diamond Star comprehended exactly what she was seeing and screamed out in horror, all thoughts of sex, bliss, and potential pregnancies were lost in the tsunami of terror, Rapid Starlight was little more than a pair of hindhooves and a tail sticking out of the cannibalistic mare’s muzzle. Even as Diamond Star started scooting away from the large puddle of cum she’d expelled, her wings flinching and fidgeting uselessly as they were still locked in their orgasmic bliss state, she couldn’t help but watch as the cloaked mare’s exposed throat flexed mightily. Rapid Starlight’s hooves and tail vanished down the back of the mare’s open mouth and throat, sliding surprisingly smoothly down her impossibly distended neck, and disappeared from view as they slid under the rim of the cloak. “Wh-Wh-Why’d you do that?!” Diamond Star screeched. “Who are you?! Why’d you—mmph?!” A powerful teal aura of magic clamped down upon Diamond’s muzzle and hooves, yanking her painfully off the ground. As she was brought before the cannibal, she saw that it was indeed a unicorn mare. One with a fiery red and sunny yellow mane that was illuminated by the glow of her horn. There was an undisguised look of hunger on her face as she gazed upon her second course meal. “Don’t scream. I hate it when the food screams so much. It’s so annoying.” Diamond Star could do nothing more than whimper in fear, pleading as best she could for her life. But she might as well have been arguing with a brick wall for all the good it did. The mare paid her no more mind as she flipped her around and started feeding herself Diamond Star’s hindhooves and tail. Diamond thrashed, screamed, and fought back as much as she could, but it was all for naught. The unicorn’s magic was just far too powerful for her to break free. Even if her wings hadn’t been locked from the earlier sex, she wouldn’t have broken free. The sensation of her hindlegs entering the unicorn’s slimy throat could’ve been compared to a waterslide, if it weren’t for the body heat and undulations of the throat muscles working her downwards. The only pause in her descent into the mare came when she reached the cum-drenched region of her groin. Whether it was some form of sadistic pleasure or taunting torture, Diamond Star would never know. But the mare momentarily halted her feasting in order to lap her tongue up against her captive’s still-sensitive teats and lick hungrily at the cum oozing from her pussy, obviously savoring both for several long moments. Despite her terror, Diamond Star couldn’t help yielding to the erotic provoking. A lifetime spent whoring causing her to reflexively participate in the carnal acts of her highly dominant partner. Given that she was still riding on the fringes of easily the best orgasm of her life, it took little effort on the part of the mare to squeeze out a second one from her. After the mare had sated her lusts, the swallowing resumed with gusto. But this time, Diamond Star couldn’t muster up the energy needed. She just fell limp in the predator’s telekinetic grasp as she was worked deeper and deeper down the throat and towards the stomach. As her hindhooves were entering the stomach, she briefly felt Rapid Starlight thrashing about. But then she felt his muzzle and forelegs start to thrust themselves up towards her, clearly hoping to force his way to freedom now that she’d shown him where the exit potentially was. In response to this (apparently expected) escape attempt, the cannibalistic mare merely took an especially large swallow, gulping Diamond Star all the way down to her shoulders. This resulted her flank unintentionally shoving Rapid Starlight out of the throat and back into the stomach as he was unprepared to slide around her. With just her forelegs, neck, mane, and head still remaining outside, Diamond Star just stared up at the night sky. She truly wished that the magic barrier surrounding the alley (which she only now noticed) wasn’t present. Because she would’ve dearly wished to have had the chance to see the beautiful night sky and its many stars one last time in all their natural glory. But the haze of the magical barrier added an unnatural teal tint to the sky above. She remained gazing skywards even as a set of jaws closed around her muzzle and mane, locking her into a deep darkness. Then, with a series of final swallows, she was gulped down to meet her fate in the mare’s stomach. Outside, Sunset Shimmer let out a loud exhale of relief, her tongue flagging in the air as she panted. “Oooooh, tha’ wasch greaaat,” she slurred out in delirium. She couldn’t help but lick her lips in a futile hope to get the taste of that cum-coated mare in her maw again. Inside her gut, she could feel the pair of her meals struggling and moving about, trying to both find a more comfortable position and a means of escaping her. The stallion especially was a fighter as he was thrashing about wildly against her flesh while yelling obscenities at both herself and his marefriend. Even if she hadn’t inured against the squawking of the rabble and stuffed-up nobles, she wouldn’t have given any of her food’s words any attention. And she would continue to ignore the loudmouth unless he suddenly became clever and started kicking her in her organs instead of harmlessly punching against her stomach’s outer wall, like he presently was doing. She just sat there on her rump for a few precious moments, relishing in the sensations of having live food within her gut again. “I think rubber bones, flexible flesh, and deep breaths are some of my most favorite spells now,” Sunset murmured contentedly from where she sat, chin and forelegs lying flopped carelessly upon her bloated stomach and as happy as a cat who ate the canary. “Well, those and rapid metabolism and magic assimilation/storage. Speaking of which…” A titanic belch forced it’s way up her throat and out of her mouth, echoing thunderously within the sound barrier she’d erected. Without a doubt, had that barrier not been there, such a deafening noise would’ve easily attracted a lot of unwanted attention to her just now. She knew that from experience thank to her previous few outings while on the hunt. But now, she just laid there languidly as all of the excess oxygen was sucked out of her bloated barrel. Her stomach collapsed in on itself sharply, compressing her two meals tightly together. She knew that now that most of their breathable air was gone, the two of them would begin choking and suffocating within moments. It’d be a slow and painful five or more minutes before they finally died. But it would’ve been a relatively peaceful death for them. Especially when compared to what was about to happen to them as she ignited her horn once again, weaving magic into a complex matrix that she then happily swallowed. The bright bead of magic was visible through her throat and flesh as it traveled down inside her. When it reached her stomach, it flashed out in what would’ve been a blinding starburst as the spell matrix interwove itself upon and into her digestive system. Almost immediately afterwards, her stomach went to work with flooding itself with its new magically enhanced enzymes. It didn’t even take a breath’s moment of time for the two meals within her to figure out what was happening as the heightened digestive fluids started melting them apart at accelerated speeds even as they were still alive. She knew with absolute certainty that it was a horrifically painful way to die. But for the sake of her goal, it was a necessary evil on her part. Within just a minute, the thrashing and clearly defined outlines of a pair of ponies visible through her bloated barrel went silent and smoothed out as the acids melted their flesh into a thick meaty stew. The piles of bones broke and splintered apart, allowing the acids access to their innermost areas, which in turn caused them to further splinter into smaller and smaller fragments. Within less than five minutes, a bloated belly the size of two ponies had been reduced to a densely compacted ball of pony meat within her stomach. Sunset looked like she was pregnant with a trio of foals and on the cusp of motherhood, so rounded and large was her belly. Yet the unsettling noises of digestion continued loudly as the meaty sludge was pumped systematically out of her stomach and into her intestines. As this began happening, Sunset’s horn lit up once again. This time, the spell she cast maintained its glow inside her stomach after its consumption. In fact, not only did it maintain it’s glow, but it began to grow brighter the longer the spell lingered. Sunset’s soft and pleased smile grew larger as she watched the glow work its way through her barrel and towards her rump. But as it was passing partway through her intestines, the glow split itself into two distinct halves. One half remained within her barrel, passing through her flesh until it reached her unusually large and swollen udders. Rather than filling both of them, the magical glow pooled within just one of her mammaries. Once there, the glow brightened a bit before fading away. The second half of the spell headed in the opposite direction, rushing along her spine and up her neck before concentrating itself up around her horn. Upon contact with the foreign magical energies that the spell contained, Sunset’s horn lit up on its own accord as she instinctually worked to absorb the unicorn-meal’s collected magical energy into her own mana pool. This was shown to be a resounding success as her horn lit up brilliantly in the dark alleyway for a moment as golden and red sparks flew triumphantly out of its tip. This process was one of pure exhilaration, akin to a sexual orgasm but via her magical aura. Nevertheless, as she stood up on shaky hooves, a large pool of her marecum shined brightly in the fading light, even around the rims of her cloak. “Aaaaahhhh,” Sunset purred out. “That’s never going to get old.” Lifting up her foreleg, she stared down at the amulet she wore around that leg. Upon it were three gems, one was a blue sapphire, one was a brilliant green emerald, and one was happy yellow topaz. All of them were emitting a steady glow of magic, but at different levels of brightness. The sapphire was positively shining, denoting the amount of unicorn magic she now possessed. By contrast, the emerald of earthpony magic was barely glowing at all. The pegasus topaz was glowing almost like its sapphire companion, but still not quite as brightly. “Okay,” Sunset murmured to herself. “Obviously, I need to add more earthponies to my diet. A couple more pegasi wouldn’t hurt. And maybe another unicorn or two just to spice things up. Still, this is a good start.” She looked skywards for a moment as a look of determination crossed her muzzle. “Just wait, Princess. I’ll be an alicorn before you know it!” A look of consternation replaced her determination as her innards gave a sudden painful jolt, particularly from her rectum area. Looking around frantically, she spotted a ponyhole cover nearby and literally teleported over to it, tearing it out of its frame as she squatted over it. “Right after I—GAH!!—get rid of thiiiiisssss ssshhhiiitttttt… Aaaaahhhhh…Hiiiii!!!” Needless to say, nopony would ever find the missing Diamond Star and Rapid Starlight’s bodies. > Chapter 2: Nightmare Night! > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 2: Nightmare Night! The night had finally come! After waiting an entire year, with these last few weeks being especially hard for his young mind, Happy Bolt was finally able to don his costume for the year. Unlike his first Nightmare Night last year, Happy Bolt had decided to dress up in a costume he’d made for himself, specifically as a big red dragon. Constructed of paper mâché, popsicle sticks, a bit of magic from his arts teacher, and a few accessories he got from a general store, Happy Bolt was quite proud of his dragon costume. Sure, it didn’t look much like a dragon, but it was big, red, and had a large jaw with lots of teeth in it. What was there not to love about it? The only damper on his celebratory mood came from the fact that he’d likely have to be spending the night under Mrs. Pleasant Thoughts’s watchful gaze with the rest of the foals at his orphanage. It was something he really didn’t want to experience because none of them liked him for any reason he could understand. While Pleasant Thoughts was nice enough and would’ve made a wonderful mother in his own opinion, to him she was still an unwanted authority figure whose job was to keep him ‘out of trouble’ on what should’ve been one of the best nights of the year! So, when he had seen his chance, he’d made an escape attempt, fleeing from the group as they were turning a corner and sneaking off down a nearby alley. He didn’t stop running until he was at least three streets away. Considering this was Manehattan on a holiday night, he very quickly would’ve lost any potential pursuers in the rivers of costumed ponies filling the streets. Now, he just needed to find a fun looking group to attach himself to and his night would be complete! It wasn’t like he was trying to run away. He had every intention of returning to the orphanage later tonight. He just wanted to have fun on his own, like any other colt his age or older would’ve! Looking around, he carefully surveyed where he was and what his options were. He was on one of the residential streets, many of the houses and apartment buildings stood with their porch or interior lights still lit, illuminating the street. However, unlike most of the streets, there were noticeably fewer ponies or lit buildings here. He couldn’t see any foal groups his age, just a lot of high school aged or older colts, fillies, stallions, and mares milling about the streets. Marshalling his courage, he approached one of the smaller groups with just two mares and stallions each. Curiously, their costumes didn’t seem to line up with the spirit of Nightmare Night. Rather than trying to disguise themselves from appearing like ponies to avoid Nightmare Moon’s hungry gaze, they all wore outfits that were…weird. The stallions seemed to be dressed like a pair of thugs with black, leathery sports jackets and a set of baseball bats resting within a set of holsters across their barrels. The mares by contrast seemed to have come from a high-class party or meeting as they wore some stylish business suits like what he often saw the wealthier ponies around the city wearing during the day. As he drew closer, Happy Bolt saw that they and the mares had decided to use face paints, and had decorated their faces, parts of their necks, and even a few patches of their exposed flesh with blotchy patches of red ink that looked far too eerily like blood. “Happy Nightmare Night!” Happy Bolt greeted with a wide smile upon his face as he started to reach them. “What are you ponies supposed to be? Where are your costumes?” The group turned towards him with looks of annoyance crossing their faces. All of them were holding either a large can of some kind of drink or some small sticks that had little puffs of fires glowing at their ends with trails of smoke wafting off. “Buzzsch off, brat,” one of the stallions, a pegasus, barked at him from where he was lounging against the side of a fence. He was one of the ones holding a can and seemed to be having a hard time looking at him for some reason. “We ain’t gotsch no candy for yah.” “Thunder Spark, be nice,” one of the mares said. Even as she spoke, Happy Bolt could see long contrails of smoke puffing up out of her mouth. Was she purposely breathing in that smoke?! In the back of his mind, he realized that that would probably explain why the earthpony mare and her breath both smelled so bad. He could smell her even from as far away as he was, and it reeked! Just for that alone, he was already reconsidering his choice to join this group. Her suddenly predatory gaze upon him and his partially filled bag of treats only bolstered that inclination. “Besides, look. The little thing brought us some treats!” Before he could reply, a magic aura engulfed his bag and yanked it from his loose grasp. “Hey!” “Let’s see what we got here,” the unicorn stallion among the group said as he shuffled through the candy bag. “That’s mine!” Happy Bolt cried out, already trying to rush forward to grab his bag back. “And jusch whut are yah shupposched tah be anyway?” the last remaining mare, another earthpony, demanded in a strangely slurred voice. It sounded like she was trying to talk with a swollen tongue or something. “A walkin’ pile of trashh? Yah shure did a fine job uff it, if sho.” It took a moment for her slurred comment to translate in his brain. But when it did, he couldn’t help the tears from forming in his eyes. “Hey! That’s mean! I made this! And I’m a dragon!” The mare took a long, slow look up and down his pride and joy. “Nooope. I don’ shee it. Datsh naw draggin, jush a pile of trash.” Now the tears were freely falling. He’d spent days working on this. He loved it dearly. And these big ponies were calling it just a pile of trash?! “Awww, don’ cry, litzle one,” the first stallion said as he grabbed the baseball bat from his back. “We’ll tuk care uff it fur yah!” Before Happy Bolt could really process just what the stallion was speaking of, the pony had stumbled over to him and swung the bat in his mouth with all the force he could manage. It was thanks to the way that Happy Bolt had built his costume that it was merely the paper mâché dragon head that he wore over atop his own head like a top hat that was struck instead of Happy Bolt himself. Nonetheless, the damage might as well have been the same. For the moment that the bat had struck the flimsy material, it was promptly shattered and sent crashing to the ground in many pieces, utterly irreparable. Happy Bolt took just barely a moment to see what had happened, shocked and horrified at what happened and for no seeming reason he could understand. “Nice shot, Thunder!” laughed the first mare as she came up to nuzzle against her stallion’s side in a rather suggestive way. Then she turned a nasty grin down upon the trembling colt before them. “But it looks like you missed some of it.” “Mah bad,” the pegasus said in an almost apologetic tone. Then he spun the bat to the side in a very clear show of preparing to take another swing. Happy Bolt let out a loud wail of terror and the cry of remorse that only those who’s recently broken dreams could really understand. He had turned and fled the group so fast that he practically left a dust trail in his wake, tears falling down his face. Thankfully for him, he had fled just soon enough and fast enough to have missed being hit by the second swing the drunken pony had made. “Uh shhhoot,” the pegasus remarked blandly around the bat in his jaw. “I mished ugun.” “At least we got a consolation prize for the annoyance,” the unicorn stallion pointed out as he floated out a few pieces of candy from the bag. “Ha! True!” his marefriend agreed as she took another long puff of her cigarette. “Come on, guys. Let’s go and fleece some more foals.” A round of agreement followed her suggestion and soon the group were making their way down the street, idly munching on some of the stolen candies. Unnoticed by them, a certain pair of angry green eyes glared at them, having witnessed the encounter with the foal. A dark cloaked figured hurried over to the spot where the broken dragon head costume lay abandoned and forgotten. It was briefly encased in a teal aura, all the broken pieces mending back together, as well as a few new enchantments being added on. Rather than follow after the foal who’d had the beginning of his night tarnished by those brutes, the cloaked mare hurried after the group instead. It was time they were reminded that they were not the top of the food chain, and that this night was meant for the enjoyment of foals. --- Sunset watched with angry anticipation as her recently chosen victims headed towards a rather convenient location. Convenient for herself, that is. They were walking towards one of the abandoned houses in the district. The building might’ve been a lovely home once, but that time was now long past. It was in positively decrepit condition. The once pristine white paneled siding was now coated in thick patches of dirt, long stretches of rot could be easily seen even in the darkness of night. All of the windows were missing their glass and there was a rather noticeable hole in the roof off to the side. The small porch the group were ascending creaked and groaned with each tiny movement or shifting of weight it was subjected to. The closer she got to the old dwelling, the more of an impression she got that this house had been the unfortunate victim of a fire and had been quickly abandoned, only to be left to rot as nopony was interested in dealing with the mess. Rather than follow the herd up the stairs, Sunset moved off to the side and peered around the edge of the window. Quietly, she observed her prey as they settled themselves into the living room. The furniture was as ragged as the rest of the house, but the high school dropouts clearly didn’t mind. In fact, even as she watched, the smoker pairs had quickly started getting intimate with each other, rubbing up against one another suggestively as the mare gently stroked at her beau’s sheathed tool. The drunken pair seemed uncertain as to whether they wanted to eat their candy loot, follow their friends’ example and fuck, or just fall over and start sleeping upon one another. A dark, predatory smirk crossed Sunset’s face as she saw the perfect opportunity. Lighting her horn, she cast a quick and simple spell upon the drunken duo before hurriedly pulling herself away from the window to keep herself hidden. Given just how wasted they were, the spell took practically no time to take effect upon them. Within moments, the sounds of a drunken snoring could be heard as the two fell into a deep and enchanted slumber. “Wow, they really were wasted,” the stallion remarked in a slightly surprised voice. “Who cares about them?” the mare demanded in a needy voice. “Now we don’t gotta be quiet! Let’s have some fun, Megajolt!” “Alright, alright!” laughed the unicorn. “Settle down, Hip-Hop. Just let me get the condom.” “No condoms!” barked the mare. “You! In me! NOW!!” Whatever else they might’ve said was lost on Sunset as she had been making her way away from the window and towards the porch, her horn glowing the whole way. First, she cast a silencing field upon and around her hooves. The next she cast an illusionary spell that turned her orange coat and fiery mane into the darkest shades of black. Just for the giggles and the fact that it was Nightmare Night, she decided to add glowing red eyes to the illusion. Next came her new favorite body augmentation spells of rubber bones, stretchy flesh, and deep breaths. The final spell she created as she entered through the still-open doorway was a transparent sound barrier around the entire house, trapping her prey within. This spell was a good deal trickier to cast than the visible one she’d used just the other night in the alleyway, costing a larger chunk of her magic as a result. But given just how much unicorn magic she now had at her disposal, that was hardly a hurdle she needed to worry about anymore. As she turned and headed towards the raised voices, Sunset idly prepared another sound barrier. Smiling wickedly as she entered unnoticed into the living room, she released the spell, effectively splitting the room into two distinct halves between the two pairs. Yes, the sleeping pair were in an enchanted sleep, but it never hurt to have a contingency plan up and ready. Practically prancing as she made her way over to the fucking duo, she idly wondered how she’d go about doing it this time. Unlike her last fucking prey, these two weren’t mounted in the traditional pony-style. Instead, the mare had managed to position herself upon her back on an old table, legs locked securely behind her stallion’s hindquarters and neck, keeping his face locked to hers as he pumped into her pussy with wild abandon. Sunset hummed to herself as she watched, waited, and contemplated before being struck by an idea. It’d be annoying because she was somewhat impatient right now, but she could wait. So, resolutely, she stepped up just behind the pair and took a seat to watch more closely. Against her own desires, the pungent odors of their sexual pheromones very quickly had her hoof tracing teasing paths along her own pussy and clit, getting her wet and needy. And so, the voyeuristic situation unfolded with the fucking duo unknowingly putting on a show to their soon-to-be killer. Sunset found herself somewhat caught by surprise when, as her own sexual needs started rising, she found herself debating the merits of foregoing her initial plans and joining in. Though she was certainly no virgin, it’d been a while since she’d gotten any stallion cock. Her dedication to her studies and now her quest for ascension had made making a social life, even one with sexual benefits, not a big priority for her. Which meant that now that she was being confronted with the act being done right in front of her, she was beginning to realize that there were indeed certain needs she had been neglecting of herself. While the orgasms she got from magic assimilation were mind-blowingly incredible, there was still a lot that could be said about taking an actual cock up her pussy, feeling it throbbing and twitching inside her empty tunnel as it pushed futilely up against her magically sealed cervix. Hey, just because she had partaken in the act a few times didn’t mean she was stupid about it like most mares her age were! Thankfully for Sunset, before her mounting sexual frustration could overwhelm her, the duo before her visibly started to reach their climaxes, forcing Sunset to put her plan into action. Remaining in her seated position, she lit her horn as she cast binding spells upon the mare’s legs, effectively locking her into place upon her stallion. This amused Sunset greatly as she watched the mare. Clearly, she’d noticed her stallion was approaching his limit and, finally remembering the danger of having raw sex, started trying to pry herself off her stallion. But given that her limbs were essentially tied into place, all her thrashing did was heighten the stallion’s own pleasure as her frantic movements only increased the wild flexing of her sex tunnel. With a grunt of exertion, clearly not hearing his mare’s loud cries at him to stop, he jabbed himself forward with all the force he could muster. Sunset watched with frustrated fascination as the stallion’s balls began flexing, swelling and contracting in tandem with what little of the base of his cock that she could see. She could practically see the ropes of baby batter as he flushed them out of his system, shooting them into his mare’s unwilling womb and pussy. It amused Sunset to see that with each frantic pump of semen they made, the stallion’s sack became smaller and sagged ever deeper. By the time his orgasm had started tapering off, his once heavily swollen balls were at less than half their previous mass. “Dammit, Megajolt!” the mare shouted in rage. “I said to STOP!!!” Taking that as her cue, Sunset’s horn lit up as she yanked the stallion’s hindhooves out from under him just as he was starting to come back to his senses. The unexpected loss of his support caused him to press forward even deeper into the mare. Unknown to Sunset, this movement actually caused his cock to press up against Hip-Hop’s cervix so strongly that he had finally managed to push through it for the first time in their relationship. The wholly unexpected entrance caught both of them by surprise, triggering a spontaneous orgasm from both of them (or an immediate second for Megajolt). As her womb was being flooded and swollen up with her stallion’s second load, neither of them noticed the loud slurping and gulping noises immediately behind them. Megajolt was still lost in the throes of his mind-blowing second orgasm, so of course he didn’t notice his hindlegs or posterior becoming progressively warmer or wetter. Hip-Hop certainly didn’t notice her tail being guided into the monster’s jaw and down its throat by a teal telekinetic aura. And certainly not having her rump starting to warm and wet either. In fact, the two sex-crazed ponies suddenly found their second wind and resumed their activities, not caring in the least about potential pregnancies anymore. Sunset paused in her consumption to stare in gawking surprise. They were literally so sex-drunk now that they didn’t even notice when something inexplicable was happening to them?! After several long seconds of disbelieving incomprehension, Sunset mentally slapped herself and resumed her eating. This was an unexpected boon for her. So why waste the opportunity? Admittedly, gulping down a pair of wildly fucking and bucking ponies in the midst of sex wasn’t necessarily hard but certainly annoying. She quickly learned that she needed to time her gulps to the stallion’s pumps. Doing so didn’t just make the process of swallowing them easier, but it accelerated their descent down her throat! Them wildly fucking was flexing her throat muscles for her. All she had to do was keep up a constant suction and down they went. It literally wasn’t until they were up to their necks in her mouth that they finally realized that something strange was going on. By then, it was far too late. Sunset merely sat back down on her haunches, pulling her now-struggling meals upwards, and let gravity take over as she gave the last few swallows. With a loud gasp of relief, Sunset idly stroked her swollen belly. “That was awesome. And thanks for helping me swallow you. You have no idea how hard it could’ve been otherwise.” Ignoring the cries of surprise and horror, their pleading and demands for release, Sunset began weaving the digestion and assimilation spells. Once ingested, she turned her attention to the two passed out ponies remaining in the room. Licking her lips, she used her magic to pull the sleeping earthpony mare to her maw and promptly stuffed her inside. Eating an unresisting pony was both easy and slightly boring to Sunset, but it also helped to expedite the process. In less than a minute, the earthpony had joined her two delinquent friends in their gastric doom as Sunset pulled the pegasus to her. After swallowing the last of the pegasus down, Sunset looked down at her massively swollen belly. Thanks to her having added the digestion and assimilation spells earlier, there was a rather distinct difference in how her belly was shaped. The upper part that she could see had the expected pony shapes of hooves, wings, and limbs poking out. But as one traveled further below, the shapes quickly rounded out, becoming indistinct lumps that soon smoothed themselves out. Thankfully for the latter duo, they were digested in their sleep, so their passing was rather painless. As like before, the assimilation spell was able to catch the different magics of her prey as the meat began making its way into her intestines. She watched with eager anticipation as the spell broke into three distinct parts. Two parts of the spell moved to her udders, one of the pair was visibly larger than the other due to two of her meals formerly being earthponies. They flowed like water into her udders, rapidly assimilating the already accumulated earthpony and pegasi magic that were stored there, and then going into stasis. Like last time, the collected unicorn magic was pulled up her spine and absorbed by her horn. All of this was done with a grand sensation of ‘swelling’ within her magic aura that no number of words could adequately describe. But because the earthpony and pegasi magic weren’t compatible with her unicorn body just yet, their impact was much more muted to her than the orgasm-inducing swelling she got from absorbing unicorn magic. Panting heavily as she returned to herself from the wild orgasm she’d just endured, Sunset looked down, trying to see and examine her udders. She had wanted to examine them because she was uncertain as to the extent of just what and how earthpony and pegasi might’ve been affecting them. Sadly for her, her still massively swollen belly blocked her mammaries from sight. Sighing, she put those questions aside as she turned to a more immediate problem. “Now, where to hide these pieces of shit?” Sunset idly wondered as she watched her swollen stomach begin to shrink down. Craning her neck, she looked behind herself at the floor she was seated upon. It was just a wooden paneled floor that, like the rest of the house, was in a disturbing case of rot and disrepair. Humming to herself, she lit her horn and yanked up the planks that were immediately behind and under her ponut. Underneath the floorboards was another layer of paneling, but this layer was filled with the nesting material of many different types of vermin. But, more important to Sunset, the exposed cavity wasn’t that deep. With a flex of her magic, she knocked out the bottom of that layer and exposed the ground below. Now, she had plenty of room to take a shit! --- It was the end. He knew it was. The night was almost over, and the holiday was winding down. All that was left was for the foals to journey to the Nightmare Moon statue in the central park to make their annual offering to the hungry alicorn. And after that, the night would be over. Happy Bolt trudged along the cobblestone path, following in the wake of a group of foals he’d taken to following after those big meanies… Shaking his head, he tried to force the memory of those big meanies and what they’d done to his pride and joy out of his mind. He hadn’t been able to find them again to get his candy bag back. He hadn’t been able to visit a general store to buy a new one because he’d left his allowance back in its hidey-hole at the orphanage. And he wasn’t going to ask any of the foals around if he could borrow one of theirs since he knew they’d say no. No foal would ever willingly share their candy with anypony in his experience. Most assuredly not on Nightmare Night! So, he trudged along, still wearing the broken remains of his costume and carrying but a single piece of wrapped candy in his mouth. It was all the candy he could manage to carry without a bag and it was something he’d found discarded on the ground at the entrance of the park. It was a pitiful offering to the ferocious and fearsome Nightmare Moon and he knew it. With his costume broken, he’d be lucky to even make it out of the park before the terrifying alicorn snatched him up and ate him. But he’d still give his meager offering to her for he feared what she’d do if he didn’t. When his turn came, he stepped up to the surprisingly large pile of positively mouthwatering treats and stared somewhat dumbstruck at the amount that was already present. Quickly shaking himself out of his stupor, he looked up at the imposing statue and said, “I’m sorry, Nightmare Moon. This is the only thing I can offer you this time. Please forgive me. I’ll do better next year, I swear.” The statue remained unmoved and silent in response to his heartfelt plea. With a small, sad sigh, knowing he was doomed, he flicked his tiny offering up onto the pile and started to turn away. No sooner did his tiny candy land upon the pile than did a massive flash of lightning split the sky, thunder booming deafeningly as powerful winds began sweeping through the park around the statue. All of the gathered ponies that were lined up behind Happy Bolt or loitering around the area instinctively froze up in terror as their eyes sought out the source of the disturbance, squinting through the strong winds. “CITIZENS OF MANEHATTAN!!” a thunderous voice boomed out from seemingly everywhere. “YOU HAVE DONE WELL IN BRINGING THESE OFFERINGS TO ME!! BUT I REQUIRE NO MORE!!” It was at this time, as the winds started dying down, that the ponies were able to trace the voice. It was coming from atop the pedestal upon which stood a towering black alicorn, wearing archaic battle armor and having a starry blue mane and tail of billowing smoke. The terrifying visage stood easily six times larger than even Princess Celestia was said to be, gazing down upon the gathered ponies with eyes that glowed a blinding red light. But what was easily the most noticeable feature of the unnaturally massive mare, made even more visible as she reared upon her hindlegs so that she truly towered over all of them, was the swollen belly she possessed. A belly that had the unmistakable bulges, thrashing movements, and muffled cries of terrified ponies trapped within it. “AS YOU CAN SEE, I HAVE ALREADY EATEN MY FILL!!” the monster bellowed mightily in her titanic voice. Many voices, young and old, let out loud screeches of terror as they saw and heard her. A flurry of panicked movement erupted throughout the park as all the ponies fled for the nearest source of cover or concealment they could find. Undeterred by her audience’s terror, the nightmare continued her little announcement. “SO, TAKE BACK YOUR OFFERINGS, LITTLE ONES, AND KNOW THAT I SHALL NOT TROUBLE ANY MORE OF YOU FOR THIS NIGHT!!” With a sudden burst of lightning and thunder, the alicorn threw back her head and let out a deafening laugh. And she kept laughing even as her form was enveloped in a gaseous cloud that shot off into the night, her voice fading into the distance. Having been the closest to the abomination, Happy Bolt had immediately frozen up and stared, stiff as a board throughout the entirety of the spectacle. Now, an eerie silence fell over the park as the ponies stared at the once again normal-sized statue of Nightmare Moon. Then, like the rising of the tide, laughter and cheering started echoing through the park as ponies found the humor in the situation. Despite himself, Happy Bolt couldn’t help but smile along with the rest of the foals. But then his head drooped as he realized that, even if the apparition had been the real Nightmare Moon and had made an honest decree, he still wouldn’t have anything worth bringing back with him. Not after those big meanies… It was thanks to him dropping his face to the ground that he saw something wholly unexpected. It was his dragon head, completely repaired! And, sitting next to it, was a familiar bag, now stuffed to the brim with candies! Breath hitching in his throat, Happy Bolt looked up at the tall and silent statue as tears began falling unbidden from his eyes. “Thank you, Nightmare Moon,” he said in a soft but very grateful voice. “Thank you very much for the best night ever!” Standing off to the side, hidden in the shadows, Sunset couldn’t help but smile softly to herself in response, having heard the poor colt’s gratitude. It felt…nice. Being thanked for doing a good deed by brightening up one young foal’s holiday. The fact that she’d profited off of it didn’t really matter to her in this moment. Because, after all, she’d been in a similar situation as that colt once… Shaking her head to rid herself of those unwanted memories, Sunset turned and stalked silently off. Despite the show she’d just put on, there was still a touch of hunger gnawing at her stomach. Maybe she could sneak in one last little snack (or three) before calling it a night? > Chapter 3: Tragedy of the Blaze Brothers > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 3: Tragedy of the Blaze Brothers With a gasp and moan of pain, Thunder Blaze collapsed limply onto his cot. His barrel positively burned, throbbing in pain to the rhythm of his weakening heartbeat. Although he was no stranger to pain, this level of it was something even his hard-earned resilience couldn’t overcome. In his humble opinion, he was suffering from four broken ribs, two broken legs, numerous sprained muscles, a dislocated joint, multiple shattered wing bones, and of course a large amount of internal bleeding. He was under no delusions that he’d live to see the morning light. How had it come to this? Why had it? Did his sacrifice accomplish anything? Did his little brother at least manage to make it out of this hellhole they’d been tricked into? These were questions he kept asking himself, more frequently as the days and weeks brought him to this point. “Huh, still alive, Blaze?” a voice he’d come to truly despise asked from his cell’s door. It was his ‘manager’ come to grace him with his presence again. No doubt to deliver a number of taunts as well. Thunder didn’t dignify the wretched piece of filth a reply or his gaze. He was just too tired, pained, and drained to bother anymore. “You know, I really am impressed with you, colt,” the beastly creature said in a voice that anypony who didn’t know him would’ve thought was that of genuine respect and a touch of awe. But Thunder knew better…now. “You lasted much longer than I’d thought you would. Two whole days with minimal rest or refreshments. I guess country-bred ponies truly are in a league of their own in terms of endurance and strength. I’ll have to look into acquiring more of your kind in the future. That’ll really spice up the pits, I’ll bet!” Despite himself, Thunder couldn’t stop the snarl of hatred from escaping his lips at that creature’s words. There were so many things in that statement that made him dearly wish that there was no barrier between them. Even in his beaten and broken state, Thunder knew he could’ve and would’ve twisted that beast into multiple unhealthy shapes and then broken him into pieces. “Oh?” the manager purred in delighted surprise. “Still so much fire left in you, even after all that? My, my! Yes, country ponies are an absolute must. Hm…I wonder if your little brother would put up even half the fight you have? Though, given his age, that probably wouldn’t be all that much or surprising.” This time, Thunder turned his head just enough to shoot the monster the most hateful glare he could muster. But he still refused to verbally respond. “Though, I doubt you’ll live long enough to really have a say in the matter,” the manager said in an overly cheerful voice. “Then again, with his current profession, I’d probably lose more bits than I’m earning by throwing him into the pits. The mares of this city really seem to love ‘defiling the innocent’ as it were.” Thunder’s eyes had widened momentarily in alarm, before narrowing in fury. But he still refused to speak. He knew what game the monster was playing. And, sad as it was to admit, he’d already played right into his hooves just from that minor reaction he’d just given. He could tell just from seeing the look of satisfaction that crossed the wretched creature’s face. “Don’t worry,” it said in a mockingly soothing voice. “I’m sure your family will live on through the many bastards your brother’s no doubt conceived by this point. Oh well. Time for me to go collect my bits. And don’t worry about the mess you’ll leave behind. I’ll have the others by to clean up appropriately afterwards. Maybe in the river this time? Can’t keep throwing them in the sewers after all.” With a sinister cackle, the monster slid the small grate shut and his departing hooves could be faintly heard as the pony positively pranced away in triumph. Even with all the burning rage and fury that were curdling up inside him, Thunder Blaze quickly found himself collapsing back onto his cot. The momentary spike of adrenaline he’d gotten from the manager’s remarks had quickly fled him and now he was left smoldering in impotent fury as his body continued the process of slowly dying from his many injuries. “Well, that was exceedingly unpleasant,” a soft feminine voice said from nearby. Raising his head as best he could, Thunder Blaze’s gaze quickly found the speaker. He couldn’t help but blink in surprised confusion at the golden angelic beauty that stood beside the cell door, just out of view of where the manager had previously been. How long had she been there? When had she gotten in? Why was she here? Who was she? “Wh-Who are…you?” he asked weakly. His fading strength caused his head to fall back to the cot. Thankfully, the young unicorn mare quickly made her way over to him, standing just over him and gazing down upon him with a sad, pitying look in those beautiful green eyes of hers. “Wh-What…are you…?” “Shh,” she softly shushed. Her golden horn lit up in a soft teal light, followed soon after by the rest of his body. After just a few moments, a considerable amount of the pain tearing through his body dissipated, leaving only a gnawing ache. As he marveled at the lessening of his pain, the angel over him frowned. “Your injuries are too severe for me to heal. We’re too far from the closest hospital. And I am quite sure that I’d only shorten your lifespan if I tried teleporting you to safety. Deadening the pain is really the best comfort I can give you right now. That, and a chance at revenge if you’re interested.” Eyes snapping up to the mare, he stared hard at her for several long seconds. “Who are you?” “I’m Sunset Shimmer, Princess Celestia’s most favored student,” the mare stated with the calm certainty of authority. “Princess Celestia?” Thunder repeated in surprise. “Yes,” Sunset nodded. “So, please, tell me. Tell me what brought you to this state. Tell me who was involved. Tell me what you want done. And I shall do my best to ensure that what happened here shall not be repeated ever again.” There was a dark look in her beautiful eyes. A look of conviction and dedication that Thunder had seen many times over on quite a few of his opponents down in the pits. The determination to see one survive and triumph against their enemies. It was that look of ruthless determination that convinced him of her intentions more than her words. So, he told her everything. He told her of his and his little brother’s childhood home out in the country. Of how their family’s ancestral wheat farm had been swindled from their parents by a pair of twin con-artist unicorns. Of how those same conponies forged up legal gibberish to have his father imprisoned after trying to get the farm back, and had their mother deported to her homeland of Saddle Arabia on trumped up charges. Of how he and his brother had come to Manehattan with the hopes of starting a new life. Of how he had fallen into his ‘manager’s trap of fighting in the underworld martial arts pits in an effort to earn bits so that he could have his brother attend school again. Of how he had slowly come to suspect his ‘manager’ was robbing him of his share of his winnings, which forced him to fight in the pits more and more. Of how he’d foolishly approached his ‘manager’ and asked for his winnings to be paid in full. Of how, in response, he had been thrown into the pits for days on end with rapidly decreasing amounts of food, water, rest, and first aid. Which was how and why he now lay here, dying of numerous injuries and internal bleeding despite having technically won all of his matches and yet still not seeing a single bit from his thieving ‘manager’. “And now…now I learn that he’d been using my brother as a…as a sex slave this whole time…” Thunder Blaze wheezed out. Even though he could hardly feel the pain of his injuries anymore, he was finding it harder and harder to concentrate. His end was near, minutes at the best. “I see…” Sunset murmured softly, a look of pity and respect upon her face. A look of contemplation passed over her expression for a second before she shook her head and refocused upon him. “What do you want me to do about this ‘manager’ of yours? Or your little brother?” “I don’t care what happens to him,” Thunder spat out as best he could. “Just make him suffer…please.” The mare nodded agreeably to that with a look of dark glee lighting up her face. But then it passed as she asked. “And your brother?” “If…If you can?” he asked tentatively. “Can you please…get him out of this wretched city? I don’t care where to. Just…away. Tell him…Tell Hotshot that I’ll be rooting for him in…whatever he chooses to do in life.” “I can do that,” the mare nodded. A hesitant look crossed her lovely face as she continued. “Would you…? Would you like me to…? I can make your passing as painless as possible if you’d like.” She might not have known it, but even as she was asking that question, Thunder could feel the effects of her spell upon him starting to wear off. The pain was starting to come surging back at him with a vengeance. So, he had no reservation in his following answer. “Yes, please. Whatever you want to do, go ahead. It won’t matter soon anyway.” “Good night, Thunder Blaze. I swear I’ll get your brother out of here.” Her horn lit up with magic once again. He could feel waves of her power washing over him, gently lulling him into a peaceful and deep sleep that he consciously knew he’d never wake from. He was okay with that. He found that he trusted her to keep to her word. His brother would be saved and taken somewhere safe. His treacherous manager would learn a painful lesson about murder, greed, and betrayal. And he’d finally be able to relax. His last conscious thought was just a vague contemplation based on confusion. Why was the beautiful mare’s maw getting so close to his face? The last sight he saw in life being the darkening slimy red depths of her throat before the darkness of sleep, and soon death, claimed him. --- The little unicorn colt couldn’t have been more than 12 years old, maybe 13 at the most. Like his older pegasus brother, the small pony had a surprisingly robust build about him. Something he’d likely earned from several years of farm work and being a country pony. However, unlike his brother, his physique was on a noticeably softer side. One simply needed to acknowledge two simple facts about his life to understand just how and why he was losing his once strong build. The first being that he was a unicorn, the least athletic of the pony tribes due to their reliance on magic. The second fact was that he’d been cooped up in this room, quite literally chained to the bed in his cell, for the better part of six months now. Or was it a year? Time had lost meaning to the colt since there were no windows and the only sources of light came from a small lamp in the corner and from the hallway whenever his owner allowed one of his clients to visit him. It would’ve been a more productive effort on Hotshot’s part to simply count how many mares he had to attend to before he was allowed some time to finally sleep and rest, maybe even get something to eat too. However long he’d been trapped in this room didn’t matter to him anymore. He was long passed the point of giving up. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen his older brother and he couldn’t even remember his parents’ faces anymore. Did he inherit his rainbow mane from his pegasus father? Or did he get it from his unicorn mother? One thing he knew for sure was that his older brother didn’t have a rainbow mane. Wait…no, that wasn’t right. Wasn’t his father a unicorn and his mother a pegasus? Yes, that had to be it. His mother always did say that he got his good looks from his father but his coloring from herself. “Hey, quit spacing out!” the mare who’d mounted him barked out in an annoyed voice. Looking up at the creamy-yellow pegasus he was currently servicing, Hotshot opened his mouth to apologize. However, a sharp jab of her hoof into his barrel cut off whatever he wanted to say as the blow knocked the air out of him momentarily. “And don’t start whining again! I don’t pay you for your opinions! Only your cock in my pussy!” With practiced ease, Hotshot bit back the retort that she wasn’t paying him anything, but his owner for his services. He’d learned the hard way to always be a submissive little cocktoy for that was what nearly all of the mares his owner brought him wanted. They didn’t care about who he was, why he was here, what had happened to him, or have any desire to help him. They just wanted his cock to satisfy their needs. Admittedly, putting his hardened rod up those pussy slits of the mares was an awesome experience that felt spectacular but it still was weird to Hotshot. Why did they want him to do that to them? It didn’t make sense to him. The fact that he was never allowed to ‘release’ didn’t help ease up on his confusion of the act. A fact that his owner constantly taunted him over. His owner really like to put down Hotshot and found a twisted type of perverse pleasure in letting his little sex slave know that he’d used some kind of magic spell on him to deny him any type of ‘pleasurable release’. Though because Hotshot didn’t really understand what he was continuously hinting at, that made a lot of the taunts somewhat meaningless. Sudden contractions around his hardened, cum-drenched rod drew Hotshot out of his musings once again. Thankfully, it seemed that the aggressive mare upon him hadn’t noticed his distraction as she’d closed her eyes tightly when waves of pleasure started assaulting her. Finally. Maybe she’d be satisfied with that? It’d been the better part of twenty minutes since they’d started and she’d already had three such convulsions. “Ooooh, I needed that,” the mare said in a soft, deceptively loving voice. Then, as her eyes slowly opened and gazed down at him, Hotshot fought against letting out a sigh of resignation. She still had that heated, hungry look in her eye. His torment under her hooves wasn’t anywhere close to being done yet it seemed. A loud burst of shattered wood and twisting metal from the cell door drew both of their attentions. The cell door had apparently been wrenched out of its frame, taking with it some chunks of the wall, and was being thrown casually off to the side. Silhouetted in the bright light of the hallway beyond was perhaps one of the most beautiful unicorn mares Hotshot Blaze had yet seen. Her golden coat was almost glowing in the light overhead, which was complimented by her gold-red mane giving the illusion of fire. Her body was somewhat on the small side of average, but her build was nothing short of picturesque. A feat that was somewhat understandable since she was clearly still in her mid to late teen years and was just entering the cusp of her maturity. But it was the look in her lovely green eyes that told Hotshot exactly what kind of mare she was; strong, domineering, and completely unwavering. For some reason, her horn was glowing fiercely as she entered the room. Her angry gaze bounced between Hotshot and the client mare before settling on the mare. “Who the buck are you?!” the client mare demanded in a rising angry voice. “In case you don’t know, I already booked this room and stallion for the rest of the day! So, buzz off, ya fat horse!” The beautiful mare’s angry gaze deepened at the uncalled-for insult. “You know, I had been planning on letting you go. But now…? I’ve changed my mind.” As his client sputtered and started trying to bluster, the mare turned back to the broken door. Following her gaze, Hotshot’s eyes widened momentarily in surprise as his owner came through the opening. There was a strange look in his eyes that Hotshot couldn’t quite place. “So, is this the last of them? Is this Hotshot Blaze?” the mare demanded in a level tone. “Yes, madam,” his owner said in a flat, almost dull voice. “That is Hotshot.” “Good,” the mare said, turning to look back at Hotshot. With a flare of her horn, the client that was still mounted upon him suddenly lit up in her magic, pulled off him, and thrown in an almost careless manner off to the side. The mare stared down at him, or more specifically his now-unveiled cock, with a look of surprise upon her lovely face for some reason. Then a gaze Hotshot was quite familiar with started to fill her eyes. One of heated hunger as she stared down at his erect member. But, with a clearly visible effort, the mare shook her head and refocused her gaze upon him. “Okay, you’re probably not going to want to see what’s coming next, colt. So, sweet dreams!” Before he could even try to ask what she meant, magic washed over him and pulled his exhausted mind into a much needed deep sleep. --- After watching the rainbow maned unicorn colt nod off to sleep with barely the slightest touch of her magic, Sunset’s gaze settled back down on the slowly deflating stallionhood in front of her. Despite her best efforts, the pungent stink of sex that hung heavy in the air was really starting to get to her. She could practically feel her pussy juices dripping out of her already! Sweet Celestia, she needed to get laid! Hard and soon! The tantalizing eye of a peculiarly large cock that had no business being on such a young and small colt did little to help her clear her mind. “Alright!” the other mare in the room called out in an increasingly angry voice. “Dirty Money! What’s the meaning of this?! I paid good bits to get this reservation!” Finally snapping herself out of her sex-induced trance, Sunset turned her gaze upon the client mare. “You shut up. You’ll get yours soon enough.” With that statement, her magic sprung to life, clamping the mare’s muzzle shut. Just to ensure she had some peace and quiet, Sunset added in a strong silencing spell upon the mare’s throat. Now, she’d be unable to make any type of vocalized protest at all. Then she materialized a strong set of shackles that she locked upon the mare’s hooves to restrict her movement. She ended her attention on the mare after adding a length of chain around her barrel, pinning her potentially troublesome wings to her sides. “And finally, Dirty Money,” Sunset said with an overly sweet tone of voice as she turned her gaze back upon the mind-controlled stallion. “We can get started upon your punishment for your crimes.” With barely any focus needed, Sunset cast her favorite spells upon herself before giving the criminal stallion her last command to him. “Feed yourself to me.” Sunset couldn’t help the dark smile that lit up her face as she watched the confusion and fear light up the stallion’s face. She had purposely interwoven her spells upon the stallion to allow him full consciousness of what actions he was unwillingly being made to take at her command. It seemed like a fitting, if somewhat underwhelming, punishment to subject the stallion to in the interim he had before his final fate. Although, given just how horrified he’d looked as he had been forced to free all of his so-called servants and employees from his slave ring, as well as the fact that she’d had him donate all of his savings and hidden caches of bits to charity, put all of his properties up for sale at horrendous cost to him, and then anonymously tip off the police about his competitors’ and underlings’ criminal activities? Oh yes, he was both frothing mad and indescribably terrified of what his life could’ve become if he miraculously managed to escape from her spells upon him. So, while the mind control wasn’t nearly as bad a punishment as he should’ve been suffering, she had made the most of it to utterly ruin the stallion before she finally came to this point. Opening her mouth wide with her tongue hanging out, Sunset waited with bated breath as Dirty Money reached her. With seemingly no hesitation, despite the look of dawning horror upon his face, the greedy stallion gently reared himself up to stuff his legs into her maw. Coordinating her swallows with the stallion’s reaching hooves, Sunset casually flicked her tongue up, slathering his face in her saliva as he lowered it between her teeth. Shuffling forward, the stallion began pulling himself to and down her esophagus. Lighting her horn, Sunset aided in his descent down her throat by bodily lifting his back half off the ground and high in the air overhead, taking a seat upon the floor as she did. With gravity’s help, Dirty Money practically slid down her throat and burst into her stomach with an almost audible splash. Slurping up his tail hairs, which tasted surprisingly like coconut milk, she gave her last swallow. Sighing loudly in contentment, Sunset leaned forward heavily upon her bloated belly, cooing and cuddling it lovingly. “Now, the fun part,” she murmured to herself as she finally relaxed her concentration upon the mind control spell. Practically as soon as the spell ended, she could feel Dirty Money start thrashing about within her, screaming in panic and rage. But, as so many others before him, all of his kicks and jabs were aimed towards her front, rather than above or behind. Conveniently missing all of her vulnerable organs as he worked to rapidly deplete his very small air supply as quickly as possible. “UUUURRRRPPPPP!!!!” The thunderous belch that sprung up her throat, contracting the stomach around the stallion tightly, was wonderful. As so many times before, the stallion’s struggles quickly tapered off as he finally realized that his oxygen supply was now gone. With another contented sigh, Sunset cast a hungry glance over towards her second prisoner and soon-to-be meal. The mare had gone stiff with terror as she’d watched with wide eyes at Sunset’s blatant act of cannibalism. Her terror was so prevalent that she barely even reacted at all when she found herself being hoisted up in the air, all her restraints and binding spells gone. In fact, she still didn’t react even as Sunset worked her through her maw, down her throat, and into her stomach with practiced ease. Sucking in and swallowing down the mare’s pheromone-smelling and marecum-drenched tail, the unicorn mare let out a loud sigh of both contentment and disappointment. “No struggles again?” she moaned to herself. “It’s always so boring when they don’t struggle like that.” Belching again and ridding herself of the last of the breathable air in her stomach, Sunset settled down upon her rump. After just a moment, the magically assisted digestion began to take hold. As her stomach rapidly filled with acids, Sunset looked over to the still-sleeping colt upon the cot. Humming to herself as she rolled herself forward onto her hooves, she teleported herself over to stand next to the cot. Now that she wasn’t being distracted by maintaining her mind control spell and having to deal with an unexpected rapist, Sunset lit up her horn and began casting numerous diagnostic spells upon the colt. What she found was mostly what she’d expected. Hotshot Blaze was suffering from a severe lack of proper rest, slightly malnourished and dehydrated, had numerous mental-alteration spells cast upon his mind to make him both submissive and cooperative, and—oh! “Now that’s just cruel, if somewhat smart,” Sunset muttered to herself. It seemed that Dirty Money had had a powerful spell cast upon the colt. Her colleagues in Celestia’s School referred to it as the blue balls jinx, a spell that every mare at that school quickly learned to cast if they didn’t want to be knocked up during or after one of their many drunken parties. It was a spell that locked a colt or stallion’s sperm within their ball sack. In theory, this was perfect for preventing even precum from leaking out of the tip and into an unwilling mare’s womb. But, in practice, it prevented a stallion from being able to reach his own climax until after the spell had been lifted. A fact that most mares were all-too-happy to take full advantage of, allowing them to reach their own hard-earned climaxes without the risk of their partner losing steam beforehoof. However, in all of the cases that she’d ever heard of this spell being used, it had always been lifted after an hour or two. “How long has this spell been on you?” Sunset rhetorically asked the sleeping colt. With just a minor flex of her newfound magical might, she easily unwound the spell from the colt. No, wait, she unwound…at least seven different versions of the same spell! “Jeez! Did the mares just cast it on you and leave it on after they left or something?! Or was it Dirty Money again? …Eh, either way, I suppose it doesn’t matter anymore.” After releasing the final spell upon the colt, which conveniently was the binding spell that kept him locked within the room, Sunset gave the small colt a smile. “Well, let’s get you out of here, Hotshot. I have a promise to keep after all.” With a bright flare of magic, the two of them teleported out of the room. --- With a snort, Hotshot Blaze awakened with a start. Given just how long it’d been since he’d had a proper restful slumber, it took him several long minutes to mentally climb out of the sleepy haze that clouded his mind. It was an arduous task that he positively relished in being able to experience once again. How long had it been since he’d been able to sleep to his heart’s content? Too long, most assuredly, he’d decided. Far too long. Finally managing to shake his head clear of the clouds filling his mind, Hotshot lifted his head and sat up on the bed he was in. Looking around, he immediately realized that he was no longer in his cell. If anything, the room he was in seemed to be something like a common motel room. It had two beds, a small dresser and table, and a hallway that he guessed led towards both the door and restroom. But, most important of all to Hotshot, this room had an actual window! He could tell because the blinds and curtains were pulled shut for privacy. To make things even more confusing, he didn’t feel the oppressive weight of the binding spells keeping him locked within the room either. Where was he? Why was he here? As he was looking around the room again, he noticed that the second bed was occupied. He literally flinched back in surprise as he spotted the mare. It was her! The same mare he’d seen in his dream! The one who’d torn open his cell door, yanked the client off of him, and allowed him a few moments of restful freedom. She really did exist! However, even as a smile was starting to make its way across his muzzle, it faltered as another memory of that dream came back to him. Specifically, that of his owner waltzing into the room as he always did and acknowledging the fact that he was indeed Hotshot. With that memory fragment, a terrible weight fell upon Hotshot’s soul as he realized that this beautiful unicorn was obviously just a new client of his. Her dramatic entrance was just her exerting her natural dominance over all of them. After all, such a dominant mare wouldn’t—no, couldn’t—suffer having to wait her turn in line. Actually, now that he thought of that, it suddenly made a lot more sense to him why they’d moved to a new location. This mare obviously demanded and was granted special privileges from his owner. He certainly wasn’t complaining. He hated being trapped in that cell! With that realization, Hotshot quietly climbed his way out of the bed he was tucked in. Shuffling over to the nearby window, he drew back the curtain and stared outside for the first time in many weeks or months. The first thing that became immediately clear was that they weren’t in Manehattan anymore. There were no towering skyscrapers, no busy hardpacked roads filled with countless tens of thousands of ponies, none of the hustle and bustle of city life anywhere to be seen. In fact, what he saw outside was the darkened landscape of a small village. No pony or streetlight in sight. It was quiet, so wonderfully quiet. And then he saw the stars… The beautiful, beautiful stars… Princess Luna had really outdone herself tonight! Leaning forward, he reached out and carefully opened the window. A breeze of fresh country air blew up into his face, filling his nose with a myriad of almost forgotten scents. He didn’t bother trying to stop himself from breathing in deeply, relishing the moment. He hadn’t felt the wind in his face for…so long. He didn’t know how long he stood there, drinking in the sights and feeling the breeze. It could’ve been minutes or several hours. But he did eventually turn away from the window. He had a sudden and pressing need to visit the restroom. Once again, he made sure that he remained as silent as possible in his trek across the room. Given his experiences with dominant mares, he knew that she wouldn’t appreciate being awoken before she was ready. Not to mention that this particular beauty seemed to be one of the rare ultra-dominant alpha mares. After relieving and cleaning up after himself, Hotshot came back into the bedroom and walked over to the second bed. He stared at her for several long moments, drinking in the peaceful expression upon her lovely face as he contemplated what he should do. Since she was obviously another client, it was hardly a stretch that he needed to service her. In fact, he’d probably enjoy servicing her a lot more than some of the other mares he had to before. She was actually a pretty one! Suddenly, inexplicably, Hotshot got an idea. Since this mare had clearly gone through a lot of trouble to get so many special privileges from his owner, maybe he could give her something back in return? She wouldn’t mind too much if he got started early, would she? After all, that was why she was here. She’d probably been up all night waiting for him to rest and recover properly before they got started, but had fallen asleep when he’d failed to awaken soon enough. Yes, yes, that made sense. So, with a new plan of action in mind, Hotshot carefully climbed up onto the large bed with the unicorn mare. Using his magic, he gently pulled back the bedsheets and nudged her over, onto her belly. Gently working his way over, Hotshot swept her gold-red tail aside and laid eyes upon her slit and ponut. As he’d somewhat expected, there was a glistening trail of marecum already gathering just above that little heart-shaped nub that all mares had. With no hesitation, he leaned forward and started gently caressing the little heart with his tongue. Her body reflexively flinched at the unexpected contact but settled down soon enough. He paid it no mind as he started licking and suckling at the nub, slurping up her slightly salty juices as they came. At the same time, he used his small horn to nudge, prod, caress, and encircle her ponut. The tight external sphincter started flexing and flinching to his ministrations. Down below, a familiar pungent scent was starting to waft out of the mare’s slit, filling Hotshot’s nose. Her powerful pheromones triggered the instincts within the colt, causing his abnormally large cock to begin sliding out of its sheath. Within just a few minutes of starting, the mare’s pussy began flinching and convulsing. Then, with no warning, a large burst of marecum shot out of her, splattering all over Hotshot’s face. Despite all of his experience, Hotshot reflexively pulled back in surprise, snorting out some of the juices that had managed to work their way up his nostrils. Once suitably recovered, Hotshot smiled down at his hoofiwork. Thanks to his work, the bedsheets under the mare were absolutely drenched, her pussy was flexing in feral desires as her nub winked at him demandingly. Raising his gaze, Hotshot couldn’t help blinking in surprise. Even after all of that hard work, the beautiful mare was still fast asleep. Granted, she did have a look of utter contentment and a small smile upon her face. But that was it. “Jeez,” Hotshot whispered softly to himself. “What does it take to wake you up?” After several seconds of not receiving a reply, Hotshot shrugged to himself and decided to move onto the next step. This mare was certainly ready for it. Moving forward, he reared up and quickly mounted her. Using his magic to help him aim, Hotshot shuffled forward, searching. Upon feeling the head of his cock press up against the winking entrance of the mare’s pussy, he pressed himself forward. Like with so many of the mares before, his entry into her vagina was both sudden and highly pleasing. It always gave him such a rush of pleasure each time he entered a mare. The feeling of her hot, slimy tunnel spreading out for his large battering ram of a cockhead as it forced its way inside. Followed immediately by the vagina walls rapidly contracting tightly down around his rod’s length. Feeling the flexing and pulsing of that tunnel as it worked to either adjust to his intrusion or try to reflexively (if futilely) attempt to force him out of her again. It was all such a wondrous sensation, that first thrust. It made him want to immediately pull out and begin savagely rutting and fucking the mare in his hooves like the bestial part of his brain demanded. But he easily fought off those instincts with hard experience. He’d learned the hard and painful way that most mares didn’t like it when or if he did that. Something about him being too big for them at first. It didn’t make sense to him, but he had learned quickly. Thus, he just stood there with about half his length buried inside this latest mare and waited for a few long moments. He wasn’t sure how long he needed to stand like this since it was always different for most mares, but he contented himself by enjoying feeling her flexing around his dick. Finally, impatience won over his self-restraint and he started to slowly slide out and then push his way back inside. He worked slowly but steadily, as he’d been taught to. Pushing in a few extra inches with each new thrust of his cock. Amazingly, despite having her pussy stretched so badly, the mare remained completely asleep. The only sign that she was in some way feeling his activity within her was the appearance of a blush upon her face and the slight hitching of her breath with each thrust he made. Just as he had passed his medial ring and was working to bring himself flush against her, he felt his cock bump up against a barrier within her. Halting in his thrusting, he pressed forward experimentally. After rubbing his cockhead against the unexpected obstruction a few times, Hotshot realized what it was. Despite himself, he couldn’t help but stare down at the mare with far more respect than he’d had before. “Wow, you really are amazing. Even asleep, you can still maintain a cervix pincher spell. Amazing, absolutely amazing.” As a unicorn himself, Hotshot fully understood just how incredibly difficult magic could be to use. Some spells, like telekinesis, were as easy and natural as breathing. But more advanced magic naturally required a great deal more concentration and practice. Now, maintaining already cast spells was a good deal easier than the initial casting itself, but they still required a certain level of concentration. As with all things, experience granted ease of use. However, only the most truly talented, skilled, and experienced of unicorn prodigies could possibly hope to be able to maintain spells of even minimal power whilst asleep! The sheer amount of dedication, experience, and natural raw talent for it was beyond most unicorns. So, for Hotshot to find that this mare had cast a cervix pincher on herself and was still being able to maintain it even in such a deep sleep that she didn’t even feel herself being rutted?! There were no words to properly convey just how incredibly impressed and awed Hotshot was feeling towards her. Finally shaking himself out of his stupor, Hotshot shot her sleeping form a knowing grin. “Okay, so, you wanted to raise the difficulty level a little. I can work with that.” Some of the more dominant mares he’d serviced before had done this same stunt before. In their own words, they wanted him to ‘work for it’ as it were. Thus, he had been taught a way to circumvent this spell. Holding himself steady with one hoof on her hip, he brought his other hoof up to her croup and began to gently pet and caress her, sliding down along the length of her spine towards her dock. He continued this gentle petting and caressing for several long minutes, even as he resumed his gentle pumping of her pussy. He timed each of his thrusts with his caresses, being sure to end his petting of her dock each time his cockhead pressed up against her cervix, nudging against the barrier with a gentle but firm touch. After several minutes of this, he felt her vagina begin to squeeze down on his rod just a touch harder. After the third successive time this happened, he ignited his horn and reached his magic up to hers. He encased her horn with a small, feather-light touch of his magic. Following the natural spiral lines of her horn, he sent soft caresses of his magic down along them. He started at the tip and worked his way down her length to the base. Again, he timed his ministrations with the gentle thrusts of his cock and caresses of her croup and dock. Finally, after several agonizingly slow minutes, he could feel her vagina muscles really begin to start clamping down upon his length. At the same time as this was beginning to happen, he felt a small opening begin to appear along her cervix. With each gentle thrust he made, the tip of his cockhead began to press deeper and deeper into that small opening, coaxing it wider and wider. Then, finally, with an unheralded pop, her cervix opened fully. This part was always a surprise. And, like always, the sudden loss of resistance caused him to slide the last few inches of his length forward uncontrollably, pressing his pelvis firmly against her rump as he finally and completely buried his entire cock inside his client. For some reason, unlike all of the prior mares before her, this unicorn’s womb was mind-blowingly amazing! He couldn’t really put it into words. It was like he’d been living in a veil with a portion of his brain unresponsive to certain stimuli. But now, for some reason, that veil was gone. Heretofore unknown sensations and instincts flared to life within him with all of the subtlety of a freight train slamming into him. Unused neurons fired in his brain, causing powerful chemical reactions to trigger inside his body, flashing down his spine and into his pelvis. Having next to no experience in dealing with this particular set of sensations and urges, Hotshot was completely unable and unwilling to try and suppress them. Within just a few moments of his triumphant entry into her, Hotshot’s body froze stiff as his massively packed and backed up balls began wildly convulsing and flexing. Long and dense lengths of semen came surging out of his balls, up his cock, and gushed into the womb. The sensations lasted for several long moments. By the time Hotshot’s body finally started to calm down from his first ever orgasm, he had felt as though he’d just spent the past ten minutes galloping at full tilt uphill. Exhaustion washed over him, causing him to sag bonelessly down upon the larger mare’s rump. However, a wide and dopey smile was stretched across his face as he stared off into space, still reliving that incredible experience. “…Wow,” he gasped out. “Just…wow.” Finally managing to catch his breath, Hotshot carefully pushed himself up and off of the mare’s rump. Glancing at her, he couldn’t help shaking his head in exasperated surprise. She was still asleep!! But it was as he was starting to move that he noticed something he kind of expected. His cock was still rock hard. Now, given his lack of sexual education and the ‘training’ he’d undergone, Hotshot was wholly ignorant of the fact that nearly all stallions and colts would’ve lost their steam and wilted after such a powerful orgasm as the one he’d just experienced. But because of the numerous jinxes he’d unknowingly been subjected to, his body was still far from ready to stop. This was the first chance it’d ever gotten to rid itself of the excess semen that’d been trapped within him and it was silently demanding of him to see the deed done. Thankfully for his body, the orgasm he’d just had had been more than incentive enough to keep him going for as long as he could manage. Without even bothering to pull his cock out, Hotshot rapidly started his rutting once again. Unlike what he had just been doing, all of his training and self-control had been utterly forgotten. The only thing now on his mind was trying to relive that awesome feeling once again as quickly as he could! So, instead of the measured and practiced thrusts and strokes he’d been making for every single mare he’d ever been with before, now his thrusts were hard, fast, and completely unrelenting. Naturally, just a few moments of this feral behavior triggered a second orgasm for him as he once again buried his cockhead into the mare’s opened womb. Time once again lost meaning to Hotshot as he proceeded to wildly fuck and cum in his mare for all he was worth. Sadly, for him, he would eventually lose both his stamina and breath, forcing him to flop back onto his rump, his rapidly deflating cock sliding out of the mare’s abused pussy. Fighting to catch his breath, Hotshot gave his cock a few pumps, desperate to get it hard again so he could resume his newfound favorite activity. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, whether with his hoof or magic, his member was finally spent and his once massive ball sack had been reduced to less than a quarter its previous size. Sighing in defeat, Hotshot looked up at the mare’s pussy and blinked in surprise. Thanks to his exertions for the past while and her somewhat splayed position, he could clearly see down the length of the gaping hole her pussy had become. Unlike what he’d expected to see, the tunnel therein was almost completely bare of any of his semen. Instead, it was her own juices that made for the majority of the sticky mess that was leaking out of her. It was kind of amusing to the young colt when he realized that in the process of him pumping her so full of his cum, her abdomen had slightly swollen in response. Not nearly enough to seem like she was pregnant, but certainly enough that she now appeared to have put on a few pounds of weight. In fact, now that he was really paying attention, he could see that the end of her pussy had once again been closed. Her cervix pincher spell had been reapplied…in her sleep… Raising his gaze, he stared long and hard at the sleeping mare’s face, suspicions starting to rise. Her face was still as relaxed and peaceful as it had been before, if a bit more flushed with pleasure now. Narrowing his eyes, Hotshot carefully scooted his way around the mare and up to her face. He watched her face the whole time, carefully searching for any hint that she was awake and trying to fake not being so. As ever, her face remained passive as the heat on her cheeks began to taper off. “Are you really asleep?” he demanded in a low voice, loud enough for her to hear but not enough to wake her on the off-chance that she wasn’t. No answer was given as her face stayed still, her breath calm and deep. Humming to himself for a moment, a devious idea suddenly sprung to life in Hotshot’s mind. Normally, he’d never do this because nearly all his previous clients bluntly refused to even entertain the possibility. But if she really was asleep…maybe he’d finally get to scratch this one itching desire he’d always had? Rearing up, he carefully mounted her face. Using his magic to guide his soft but still exposed cock, Hotshot gently began pumping his flaccid member into her mouth. While it was certainly nowhere near as overwhelmingly awesome as her pussy and womb had been, especially with how her teeth would occasionally scrape against him, there was nothing but good things to be said about the feeling of her big red tongue subconsciously licking against the underside of his marecum and semen-drenched cock. Without his prompting, her mouth closed around his length and began gently sucking, slurping up the sex fluids that coated his cock. The feeling of his first true blowjob was almost enough to reignite his newly freed libido. But as it was, he and it were still too tired after that marathon session of sex they’d just undergone. Unnoticed by Hotshot due to both his position and lack of attention, the mare’s horn sputtered to life, momentarily encasing her in its glow. Hotshot didn’t know it just yet, but he’d made a fatal mistake when he’d mounted her and given her a taste of his flesh. Her taste buds along her tongue had recognized the normal familiar flavor of their newest favorite food, even through the highly-arousing and desired nectars of cum and semen. Thus, acting purely on bodily instinct and ingrained magical habits, a group of newly mastered spells had been cast. And now, instinct took over. The first sign that Hotshot had that something was wrong was when he felt the mare start to shift under him, rolling onto her back. At the same time, her hooves came up and grabbed his body, dragging him with her whilst keeping his cock in her mouth. “Hey, what are you doing?” he asked, now completely convinced that she was indeed awake. Instead of answering verbally, the mare’s response came in the form of a powerful suction. Unprepared and confused, Hotshot’s pelvis was instantly pulled flush against the mare’s muzzle. After several more ineffectual sucks against his groin, the mare suddenly opened her mouth impossibly wide. Hotshot barely had enough time to yelp in surprise before he felt his rump being encased within her slimy maw and the suction resumed with gusto. “Wha-Wha-What’s happening?!” Hotshot yelped, fear rapidly rising within. He, of course, received no answer as the powerful suction pulled him midway down his barrel. This left him in a very awkward and uncomfortable position. He was being slurped cock first down the mare’s gullet, followed by his rump. This left his rainbow tail pressed up against his spine as his hindlegs protruded upwards along his barrel and towards his shoulders. It was painful, made worse by the unbelievably powerful throat muscles and suction that were continuing to draw him ever deeper inside. With another powerful swallow, Hotshot yelped out in fright as he watched the mare’s jaws pass over his head. All that remained of him visible on the outside of the mare were his two forelegs, which he was using to desperately clutch at the sides of the mare’s jaws and cheeks. For just a fleeting second, Hotshot desperately thought he might be able to heave himself out of the mare now that he finally had a good grip on something. But then the mare’s tongue came up and started slathering all over his face, drenching his cheeks, muzzle, and even slapping weakly against his eyes as it tried to get one last taste of its tiny morsel. However, that unintentional poke against his eye was the fatal straw that broke his concentration. As he recoiled away from the slimy appendage, hitting against the back of her throat, two things happened simultaneously. The first thing was that his grip on her jaw slipped. This coincided perfectly with a powerful, reflexive swallow the mare made, triggered by his movement at the back of her mouth. With both events happening together, Hotshot quickly found himself sliding down the slimy shaft of her throat and coming to a splashing crash within her strangely stretching and flexible stomach. Most stallions and colts would’ve immediately begun struggling and fighting, doing everything in their power to try and escape. But Hotshot didn’t. After everything he had gone through in the past few…weeks? ...Months? Ever since the Blaze family farm had been lost to them by those two thrice-damned accursed unicorn conponies, his life had been one misery after another. And now…he finally understood. It wasn’t just that this beautiful mare had gotten special privileges from his owner. No, now he fully understood what was happening here. His owner had finally decided to get rid of him. And after everything he’d been through…he actually welcomed it. Yes, he was sad that he’d never get to see his elder brother again. But at least he knew for certain that his awesome older brother was still out there somewhere, alive and living a happy life. That was all the reassurance he needed to accept his dismal fate here. So, when the magically assisted stomach acids began clinging to him, burning into his flesh, and sapping what was left of his life as the air vacated his final resting place with a thunderous belch from the mare, he did not even bother fighting against the truly inevitable. It was extremely painful, but he passed on with nothing more than a soft whimper. The last sign of him was that of a glowing trail of magic traveling up the mare’s body and being absorbed into her horn. --- Yawning widely, Sunset let out a low moan of annoyance. She may have just woken up, but she already knew what had caused it. Her six meals the previous day were demanding their exit out of her anus. The need to relieve herself was so strong that it almost felt like a stabbing pain jabbing into her gut. Not quite pressing enough that it was trying to escape, but certainly enough to let her know that bowel movements were in her very near-future. Rolling over onto her belly, she pushed herself up and sat heavily down upon her rump. Giving another yawn, she idly stretched out her forelegs, delighting in the feeling of them popping and releasing their pent-up pressure. As she opened her eyes, now fully awake, she looked down at her stomach with an annoyed gaze. But that look soon turned to one of slight confusion. “Huh, looks like I put on a bit more weight than usual this time.” It was true. Her barrel seemed a slight bit…rounder than normal. What was even more puzzling was the fact that the extra weight seemed to be isolated more towards her lower intestines than her barrel. Not to mention that something about the new weight just felt…off. That wasn’t to say that she’d gained any true weight. Her numerous digestion spells certainly prevented that from happening. But it was still strange. Shrugging to herself, she looked over towards the other bed in the room. What she’d expected to see was a sleeping colt still tucked under the covers, as how she’d left him last night. Instead, the covers of the bed were thrown back and the colt was missing. Looking around the room, she saw that the curtains had been pulled back and the window left wide open. “Oh no,” Sunset muttered to herself as she threw herself out of the bed towards the window. But unfortunately the sudden movement jostled her gut and sent a massive spike of pain through her rectum. The pain was so sharp and unexpected that it caused her to freeze up, even as she was falling out of the bed. She ended up face-flopping on the floor in a graceless manner. The impact further jostled her sensitive innards, causing yet more pain for her. To top it all off, somehow she had ended up pulling the bedspread down with her, draping over and entangling herself in it as she tried to climb to her hooves. After several painful moments of failing to extract herself, she lit up her horn and teleported herself over to the window, clamping her ponut down as mightily as she could manage. Gritting her teeth in concentration, she quickly poked her head out of the window and looked around the slowly brightening sleepy village. But as expected, her young charge was nowhere to be seen. “Dammit, he must’ve run off as soon as he woke up and realized he wasn’t in Manehattan or bound anymore! How could I be so stupid?!” She wasn’t allowed any further contemplation on the subject as a sharper spike of pain shot up her spine as the swelling within her rectum neared its critical mass. The contents of her bowels were coming and there was no stopping it this time! The spells she’d placed on herself last night to keep the waste inside under stasis until she had a chance to deal with Hotshot Blaze must’ve worn off somehow. With how much force they were now exerting upon her, there would be no way she could possibly recast them in order to give her time to try and find the missing colt. Thus, Sunset let out a low sigh before focusing her attention off into the distance. Where would be a good spot to—There! Those bushes would suffice! With a flash of teleportation, Sunset vanished from her motel room and reappeared a good distance out of the small village and amongst the trees and bushes she’d spotted. Quick as another flash, her magic dug out a large hole directly behind her, even as she was already starting to squat down. It took her nearly 20 minutes, but finally the last of the shit and piss were flushed from her. “Damn, that felt unbelievably good,” she said, lifting her jeweled bracelet up to study the glows of the three gems. A wide smile spread across her face at what she saw. The three gems were almost completely synchronized! “All I need is maybe just one or two pegasi and I’ll finally be able to ascend!!” She was so elated by this realization that she lost a bit of attention on her surroundings. Had she been paying attention, Sunset might’ve noticed a few peculiarities about the pile of excrement that she quickly buried with the same dirt she’d just excavated. Such as the fact that there, lying atop the pile since it’d been the last one ingested, was the skull and bones of a small foal. Not to mention the fact that the urine she had assumed she was expelling wasn’t the normal yellow, but a good deal thicker and of a creamy-white coloring. As she walked away from the latest mass grave she’d made, Sunset Shimmer definitely did notice that her rump and lower regions felt quite tender and raw. But she paid it little to no mind. Given just how painful that dump had been to drop, it didn’t surprise her that her body would be kind of sore afterwards. Not to mention the fact that she felt rather…energized this lovely morning! Yes, she may have failed in being able to fully help her charge get to somewhere safe like his brother had wanted. The colt may have run off, but he was at least now in a better place than he had been before! It gnawed slightly at her conscience that she probably wouldn’t ever know what had happened to him, but at least she managed to get him away from Dirty Money and his lackeys.