Undiluted

by NeverClever

Chapters

I Like Where This Is Going [Cum drinking/inflation]
The Clothes Make the Mare [Transformation]
There and Back Again [Tentacles]
Together Forever [Public orgasm]

I Like Where This Is Going [Cum drinking/inflation]

Undiluted
Ch. 1

By NeverClever

Pinkie looked up from her tray of cupcakes. Who could possibly be knocking on the door this late at night?

She hopped over, but before she could answer it the door burst open and a cloaked figure sauntered in.

“Hi! Welcome to Sugarcube Corner! Can I help you with something?”

“Yes! I am here for REVENGE.”

Pinkie rubbed her chin. “I don’t think we carry that…”

Trixie lowered her hood. “Are you Twilight Sparkle’s friend?”

“Yep.” Pinkie gasped. “Oh! I remember you! You’re that obnoxious magician that Twilight embarrassed a few months ago! Trixie, right?” Pinkie smiled. “How’s it going?”

“It’ll be going much better once I’ve enslaved all of that accursed unicorns friends.” Trixie flung aside her cloak.

Pinkie frowned. “Well, that doesn’t sound very nice.”

Trixie rolled her eyes. She waved a hand at her neck, an ornate, pointy piece of jewelry hung there. The square gem in it’s center glowed a dull red. “Like my necklace?” Trixie asked suddenly.

Pinkie leaned in. “It looks kind of evil.”

“Very astute.” The amulet let out a brilliant red flash and Pinkie staggered backward.

“W-what the…” She put a hand to her forehead. Her eyes scrunched shut. The spots dancing in front of her eyes were incredibly persistent. They seemed to spread rather than going away like usual. “My head feels weird.”

“That’s not good,” Trixie replied. “Perhaps you’re hungry?” She snapped her fingers and a loud grumble lurched out of Pinkie’s stomach.

Pinkie clutched a hand to her stomach. “But, I just ate…” I can’t be hungry, can I? Pinkie shook her head, but the fuzzy, heavy feeling remained. She could’ve sworn she just ate. And Trixie had said something about enslavement, hadn’t she?

“Oh no no, you’re positively famished. Trust me, I can tell.”

“Trust…you? You can?” Pinkie rubbed her head, but she still felt tired. It was incredibly hard to put her thoughts together for some reason.

“Oh my, you’re so hungry you can’t even think straight.” Trixie smirked. “You must need something with a little more protein.”

“I do?” Seems reasonable.

Trixie sauntered away from Pinkie and slowly settled onto the couch. She worked her butt into the cushions a little and spread her legs. Her body looked amazing. Every curve seemed to go in just the right direction. Pinkie took a hesitant step towards the unicorn. She didn’t know why. She saw naked ponies all day, every day, and none of them had ever seemed so alluring before. She took another step. Another rumble leaked out of her stomach, and a gentle touch of not-quite-a-headache swept across her head. It kind of felt like being buzzed. The realization almost made Pinkie relax a little, and she took another step towards the pristine unicorn. Then she started to remember what had happened the last time she had gotten smashed on cider and she paused. This wasn’t right.

Trixie raised an eyebrow. There was a bright red flash. When it had faded, there was a petite, though not small, penis sprouting out of her groin. It was very erect despite its sudden appearance. It looked as perfect as the rest of her.

Trixie waved a hand in front of her body. “Help yourself,” she said simply.

Pinkie blinked really hard. Something felt off about this, but it was hard to say what. “I…I don’t think I should.”

Trixie’s eyes flashed red. “But you’re so hungry, remember?”

Pinkie couldn’t argue with that. She was famished for some reason. She groggily walked over to the couch and knelt down. Trixie’s penis smelled wonderful. It was so close to her face, the smell was driving her mad. Why had she been so hesitant a moment ago, anyway?

Before Pinkie could think about it too much, she felt a hand on the back of her head, pushing her face onto Trixie’s dick. She didn’t even remember opening her mouth, but it slipped right onto Trixie’s crotch.

The taste was incredible. Pinkie had never tasted anything like it, and not just because she was a virgin. Her tongue immediately, instinctively started to crawl and swirl all over Trixie’s penis, trying to get as much of the taste on it as possible to stick in her mouth.

Trixie’s fingers curled themselves up in Pinkie’s mane. Her hand started to move Pinkie’s head up and down, back and forth. Pinkie’s face pistoned forward and back across the smooth flesh, and after a few repeats of the motion Trixie untwined her fingers and slowly drew her hand away from Pinkie.

Pinkie didn’t stop. The gentle suggestion given by the hand persisted even though it wasn’t there anymore. She continued to piston up and down. Back and forth. Forward and back. Her neck started to tire almost immediately, but Pinkie didn’t care. Precum began dribbling out of the cock, and that only gave her more incentive. It tasted incredible. So incredible it pushed all other thoughts out of her mind.

She thrust her muzzle forward with renewed vigor. She felt the tip of Trixie’s dick brush the back of her throat, and she felt her nose bump against Trixie’s body. Each sensation sent a tiny jolt of pleasure through her body. Her groin started to get very warm. She was tempted to reach a hand down there, but she needed all the leverage she could get to bob her face up and down onto Trixie’s incredible dick.

Trixie let out a low, husky moan. “Oh, yes. The Great and Powerful Trixie approves of this. Don’t stop.”

This continued for a long time. Pinkie couldn’t tell exactly how many minutes passed. It felt like a lot. Every so often something at the back of her mind would tell her this wasn’t a good idea, remind her that she wasn’t hungry, that she didn’t even know this pony, that Trixie had said something about evil necklaces and enslavement… but then another dribble of pre would ooze out of Trixie’s cock and Pinkie would lose her train of thought, immediately returning her thoughts to the myriad of wonderful tastes in her mouth. It was hard to retrieve that niggling objection, or even remember it when there were so many wonderful sensations wracking her body.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Pinkie felt the cock in her mouth twitch. Trixie suddenly peeled her legs off the couch and wrapped them around Pinkie’s head. Pinkie swirled her tongue across the penis a few more times and suddenly Trixie came spectacularly. Her back arched and she let out the latest and loudest in a long line of gasps. A new, enticing taste shot out of her dick straight into Pinkie’s mouth.

The flood of cum caught Pinkie by surprise, but she quickly began to slurp it down. It tasted incredible. Amazing. Addicting, even. Trixie’s legs slowly relaxed, and she unwrapped them from Pinkie’s head and returned them to the cushions, her breath coming in heavy, slow intervals.

But the flow coming from her dick didn’t relax at all. This seemed odd, but Pinkie continued drinking and swallowing and drinking and swallowing. The source of the fluid didn’t seem that important, as long as there was more of it.

Pinkie slumped against the couch, the fatigue of her neck and leg muscles finally catching up to her. Her arms fell limply to her sides and she continued to slurp up the stream of cum flowing out of Trixie’s penis. Her chest pressed against the edge of the couch, and every so often one of Trixie’s legs would brush against her boobs, sending an inexplicable shiver of pleasure across her body.

Pinkie’s stomach began to grow warm. If she had bothered to look down she would’ve seen her belly bulging slightly, but she couldn’t take her eyes off Trixie. Her face was pressed up against the mare’s crotch, but her eyes slowly crawled upward. That toned stomach, that amazing pair of breasts, that pretty red and black necklace, those luscious lips, and finally those eyes. They had this beautiful red tint. It made Pinkie relax even more, if that was possible. Those eyes let her know everything was going to be okay no matter what as long as Trixie was there.

The warmth in her stomach began to spread across her body, and it quickly headed down to her crotch. Pinkie instinctively reached a hand down there.

Trixie smirked. “Ah ah ah. The Great and Powerful Trixie didn’t give you permission for that, did she, Pinkie?”

Pinkie’s hand jolted to a stop. No, of course not, Pinkie thought to herself. How silly of me. She tried to shake her head, but didn’t want to mess up her swallowing motions. Her arms went limp again, just like the rest of her body. The warmth in her stomach and crotch began to spread again, all over her. Down to the tips of her toes and to the tips of her fingers and the pool of heat in her pussy only became that much more intense. The voice in her head began to panic a little. This didn’t feel right. Even the look in Trixie’s eyes didn’t diminish that vague panic. But then the warmth spread up to her head and all her fears melted away in an instant.

Pinkie suddenly felt full, and she started to pull her head back. A hand gently pushed her back down. No, I’m full, aren’t I? Pinkie continued drinking, but it felt odd. Why was there still so much cum coming out? Why was she drinking it if she was full? Why was she drinking it at all?

Pinkie looked up at Trixie. She must know. She knows everything.

The blue unicorn smiled.

“I didn’t give you permission to stop, did I?” Trixie’s eyes and horn flashed red for the briefest moment.

No, of course not. I wasn’t thinking, Pinkie said to herself. She continued drinking up Trixie’s cum. She’ll let me know when I’m done.

Trixie looked down. Pinkie’s belly had become quite engorged; it was practically sagging towards the floor. She might’ve been imagining it, but it looked like the pink pony’s hips and thighs might’ve rounded out ever so slightly as well. There was a noticeable trickle of juices flowing out of her pussy, dripping into a small puddle on the floor.

“Oh dear, we can’t have you leaking all over the carpet.” Trixie smirked. Her horn glowed for a moment and a cloth square materialized out of nowhere, wrapped in Trixie’s blood-red magic aura. The diaper floated underneath Pinkie’s groin and wrapped itself closed. Moments later there was a loud snap.

Finally Trixie cut off the magical stream of cum and pulled Pinkie off her dick. The pink pony’s eyes were glazed over, and her head lolled slightly as Trixie held it up. Even though there was nothing in her mouth she continued to make the same drinking motions she had been moments before. A dribble of cum trickled down the side of her mouth.

“Now don’t you feel nice and full?” Trixie asked.

Pinkie nodded slowly, her mouth still swallowing and her tongue hanging out of her mouth ever so slightly. Her eyes were vacant and not looking at anything in particular.

Trixie untangled her hand from Pinkie’s mane and stood up. Pinkie’s body immediately slumped down, her head drooping to the side and her eyes still half-lidded and empty.

“Get up, slave. Don’t you need to go finish those cupcakes you were working on before I showed up?”

Pinkie fell onto her side and then slowly, unsteadily rose to her feet, her belly sloshing audibly as she got up one limb at a time. She meandered back to the kitchen, to the tray of plain cupcakes on the counter. Her stomach rumbled and her diaper drooped slightly. She reached towards her crotch, into her diaper, and into her pussy. When she pulled her hand out there was a glob of Trixie’s cum covering her hand. She absently reached over and smeared it on the cupcakes. She sucked on her hand a little, licking up the leftover semen, then reached back down. She grabbed another scoop and repeated the process, and then did so again.

Trixie chuckled. “A lovely frosting job, Pinkie. I’m sure your friends will find those very delicious. Of course, they’ll have to, if I have anything to say about it.”

Trixie sauntered over to the couch again, rubbing her amulet thoughtfully as she decided which of Twilight’s friends to go after next.

Author's Note

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The Clothes Make the Mare [Transformation]

Undiluted
Ch. 2

By NeverClever

Rarity knocked on the door again. “Now see here, Pinkie Pie! You’re the one who dragged me out of bed at this untenable hour! I insist you open this door!” Rarity tried to whisper as loudly as possible, but the call from her friend had interrupted her beauty sleep and she wasn’t terribly keen on missing any more than necessary.

There was a few scuffling sounds from inside, and then Rarity heard the latch pop. She immediately shoved the door open and stormed inside.

“Hi, Rarity!”

Rarity jumped ever so slightly. She turned and saw Pinkie closing the door.

“Alright, Pinkie, why did you call me over here so late?” Rarity looked down, an eyebrow raising against her will. “And are you wearing a diaper?”

“Yep!” Pinkie smiled. “And I called you over to try these!” Pinkie produced a tray of cupcakes from behind her back. They were un-engaging vanilla affairs, and each one had a generous heap of white frosting piled on top of it. Well, off-white.

“Really? That’s why you called me over? To try cupcakes? And your eyes are all glazed over. How long have you been awake?”

“It’s a new frosting recipe! It’ll be worth the trip, I promise.” Pinkie smiled.

Rarity rolled her eyes. “I highly doubt any confection was worth getting out of my incredibly warm bed, putting on my boots and scarf and handbag, and trekking through two blocks of early morning wind.” Rarity walked past Pinkie and put a hand on the doorknob.

“Pinkie, unlock this door.”

“Not until you try one~!”

There was a small thwap as Rarity’s hand made contact with her face. “Ugh, fine.” She plucked a cupcake off the tray and appraised it for a brief moment. There was entirely too much frosting to fit it in her mouth cleanly. She rolled her eyes again and took a long, slow lick of the off-white pile of sugar. She flicked her tongue back into her mouth and waited.

“Pinkie, this frosting tastes…odd. Sort of salty.”

“Is it bad?”

“Well, I didn’t say that.” Rarity gave the cupcake another, long look and popped the whole thing into her mouth. A lot of frosting spilled over the corners of her mouth. A few quick chews later and Rarity had swallowed the entire thing.

“That was… actually rather good.”

“Told ya! Want another one?” Pinkie offered the tray again.

“I really shouldn’t. Sugar prevents me from sleeping.”

“Oh, the frosting isn’t sugar-based!” Pinkie said cheerfully.

Rarity didn’t have time to ask what it was based on, because she found herself shoving another cupcake into her mouth, and a third, and a fourth, and a fifth. The sixth was on its way to her face when she dropped it and brought a hand up to her head, flinging the other to side to steady herself. There was a dull pressure in her skull. It wasn’t unpleasant by any means, but she found she had trouble keeping her balance. It briefly reminded her of the last time she had overdone the wine at the Cakes’ wedding anniversary, but it felt very different in a way she couldn’t explain.

“Uhn, Pinkie. What was in those cupcakes?”

Suddenly a blood-red magic aura engulfed Rarity’s scarf and purse. They wrapped themselves around Rarity’s arms, pinning them to her sides.

“What the…?!”

“Hello, Rarity.” Trixie slunk out of the shadows, her eyes, horn, and necklace all glowing a deep crimson.

“Trixie!? What in Celestia’s name are you doing here?”

“Getting revenge on Twilight Sparkle and all her friends, of course.” Trixie flicked her mane to the side.

“Well, that doesn’t sound very good.”

“Oh, you’ll change your mind about that, I promise. Isn’t that right, Pinkie?”

Pinkie smiled vacantly and slowly nodded.

Rarity struggled at her bindings but they didn’t budge. “What did you do to her, you monster!?”

“Why, Rarity, you seem a little tense. What’s the matter?”

Rarity was still having trouble keeping her balance. She tried to back away from Trixie, but when she shifted her foot it didn’t move. She fell sideways and backward and landed roughly on the carpet.

“Uhn, what in the…” She glanced down and saw her shoes had fused together.

“Having trouble keeping your balance, Rarity?” Trixie smirked. “Perhaps it was something you ate?”

Rarity violently shook her head, but the fog refused to go away. She rolled a little bit to face the door. She tried to steady her head and fired a bolt of magic at it. A piece of the doorframe shattered. Rarity fired again and punched a hole in the window. She tried to cast a third but her head jerked backward as Trixie’s magic pulled on her mane.

There was another red burst of magic and Rarity found herself facing Trixie. She must’ve spun her around or something. It was hard to tell. The pressure in her head made it very hard to think.

Trixie knelt down to the prone unicorn. “Now, now, we can’t have that. Why don’t you relax?”

Rarity’s horn started to glow, but Trixie grabbed her chin and jerked her head forward. A red glow started to seep out of Trixie’s eyes and Rarity scrunched her own eyes shut.

“Don’t fight it, Rarity. Pinkie didn’t, and look how content she is.”

“You won’t get away with this, you bitch.”

Trixie rolled her eyes. Her horn started to glow as she swung one leg over Rarity’s body and sat down on the white unicorn’s stomach.

Rarity couldn’t help but think that Trixie’s ass felt very nice against her body. Incredibly smooth and firm and smooth and—she immediately shook her head. Where in the world did that come from? she asked herself.

Before she could dwell too long on it Trixie grabbed both sides her face and an arc of red magic shot from Trixie’s horn into Rarity’s.

Rarity squirmed violently, but nothing really happened.

“Hmph. I should’ve known you could deflect raw magic. No matter.” Trixie’s horn flashed and she snapped her fingers. “Gives me an excuse to use Plan C.” She leaned down towards Rarity’s ear. “The ‘C’ stands for ‘clothing,’” she whispered.

Trixie stood up and walked towards the couch. Pinkie was sitting on it, her head drooping limply to the side, her arms listlessly hanging off her body. She was mostly immobile, save the occasional slow blink, or the occasional grumble from her stomach.

Trixie gave the bloated earth pony a cursory glance, then turned towards the stairs.

Rarity opened one eye just enough to see, and she saw a few multicolored blurs entering the room. She opened her eyes the rest of the way and gasped.

Mr. and Mrs. Cake were standing unsteadily in front of Trixie. There were noticeable dribbles of cum leaking out of all of their holes, and they both had the same vacant, empty look in their eyes that Pinkie did.

“You’re sick,” Rarity muttered. “You’re even worse than Discord.”

Trixie smiled. “I can assure you the Great and Powerful Trixie is much better than that hackneyed failure. Besides,” Trixie turned her head, “you haven’t even seen the best part yet.” She waved a hand at Rarity and the Cakes groggily lumbered over to the prone unicorn. Mr. Cake grabbed her shoulders and Mrs. Cake grabbed her legs, and they picked her up and carried her to center of the room.

“Please, you two! I know you’re in there somewhere! You have to fight this!” Rarity shot a glance at Pinkie. “Pinkie! Listen to me!”

Pinkie’s only response was another slow blink.

The Cakes dropped Rarity roughly onto the floor.

Trixie stepped into Rarity’s view, rubbing a hand over her breast and stomach. “Mmm…I didn’t think you resisting would turn me on this much, but it is. These three didn’t put up any fight at all.

Rarity scrunched her eyes shut. There was no way that toned, sexy magician was going to control her that easily. Her eyes snapped open and she fired another bolt of energy at Trixie’s smug, attractive, luscious face. It went wide and Rarity heard some knick-knack or other shatter.

Trixie laughed. “I’m surprised you can use magic at all after all the cupcakes you ate. I laced my semen with so much magic you shouldn’t even be able to think straight by now.” Another bolt whizzed past Trixie’s cheek, and another knick-knack exploded somewhere behind her. “Of course, your aim could use some work.” She let out another condescending laugh.

Rarity had started breathing a little heavier than normal. Her magic shouldn’t be this hard to cast. She felt her head fall backward onto the carpet. It was so hard to think straight. Every time she tried to say something or do something the words and actions got tangled somewhere. And all those laser spells had made her way more tired than they should; working up the magic, losing her place, starting over, missing. And what about those cupcakes? What did semen have to do with cupcakes?

Trixie snapped her fingers and the Cakes rolled Rarity onto her side.

“Please. You two. You have to… snap. Snap out of it.” Why was it so damn hard to put her words together.

“Just relax, Rarity. I planned out something very special for you. For all of Twilight’s friends, actually. The Great and Powerful Trixie is very attentive to her subjects.”

“I’m not your…”

“Not my what?” That condescending smile never left Trixie’s face. One of her hands was still crawling over her body as well. “You aren’t my what?”

Rarity couldn’t answer. It had been at the tip of her tongue a moment ago.

Trixie waved her free hand at the white unicorn, and the Cakes both slowly, unsteadily lowered themselves onto the ground. Rarity could only see Mrs. Cake, but she assumed they were doing the same thing.

Mrs. Cake fell to her knees with a soft thud, and then she slowly dropped forward onto her hands. She paused to blink slowly, and finally she drooped forward onto her stomach. She rolled on to her side and slowly scooted over towards Rarity. It was agonizing watching her inch over, her eyes still glazed over, those strands of cum still dribbling out of her mouth and pussy and ass. Finally the Cakes started pressing themselves against Rarity’s body.

Rarity started squirming again, She felt Mr. Cake’s skinny body pressing against hers, his flaccid penis poking into the small of her back. She felt Mrs. Cake’s pudgy legs and breasts and stomach pressing against her own. As she tried to gather magic for a spell, she felt Mrs. Cake’s lips press up against hers. Before she could protest in any non-mental way she heard a gentle gagging, sighing noise and felt a flood of something thick and salty rush into her mouth.

She tried to gag or spit it out or something. Anything but let it stay in her mouth. She felt four hands holding her head in place, and Mrs. Cake wouldn’t take her lips off Rarity’s, however, so she had no choice to swallow it.

Almost immediately, that pressure on her head became ever-so-slightly heavier. It was so subtle she didn’t even notice it.

There was another of those gentle, gagging sighs and another mouthful of cum hit her tongue. It tasted familiar. Like she had tasted something like it earlier. But that made no sense. Rarity closed her eyes and swallowed it again. It really didn’t taste that bad. Why had she resisted the first mouthful, again?

The hands let go of her head and it immediately flopped onto the ground. Rarity opened her eyes again.

Trixie was sitting on the couch in front of her, next to Pinkie. Pinkie had one hand in her diaper, stroking up and down slowly. Her other hand had something smeared on it and Pinkie was slowly licking it off. One of Trixie’s hands was wrapped in Pinkie’s mane, pointing the pink pony’s face at her friends. Trixie’s other hand was gently stroking her crotch, while the blue unicorn bit her bottom lip.

Rarity blinked. Something about this didn’t seem right. She couldn’t tell exactly what, though.

Trixie’s horn started to glow, and Rarity felt the Cake’s press themselves harder up against her body. She heard them both started to moan and pant, and their backs arched slightly. Mrs. Cake’s breath kept hitting Rarity’s face, and every time it did she got a full helping of that salty, unpleasant, delicious smell.

Suddenly something rolled Rarity onto her back. She felt Mr. Cake underneath her, pressing his body into hers, and she felt Mrs. Cake’s weight pressing down on her. She glanced to the side. Trixie and Pinkie hadn’t changed at all.

This is bad, isn’t it? Rarity thought to herself. Why aren’t they worried? Is this normal?

The Cakes’ moans turned into loud gasps. Their bodies pressed into Rarity’s more than should be possible. They wrapped their arms and legs around Rarity’s and just kept pressing.

Just as the pressure began to worry her, to hurt slightly, Rarity saw Mrs. Cake’s eyes roll backward into her head. She let out a loud throaty moan and her tongue flopped out of her mouth. Behind her head Rarity heard similar noises coming from her husband.

And then Rarity felt herself dip down slightly. That couldn’t be right. She looked backward as best she could. Mr. Cake was still there.

More pressure. Her head spun back just in time to see Mrs. Cake flatten slightly. It was like air was being pushed out of her. Every heavy pant she let out seemed to take some her mass with it.

Rarity shook her head. This made no sense. It wasn’t right. She started squirming, but the Cakes’ limbs were still wrapped around her own. Her movements were pointless.

She kept struggling anyway. This isn’t right. That thought made it through the fog just fine. Before she could work up any momentum she felt Mrs. Cake’s pussy brush against her own, and Mr. Cake’s dick brush against her butt. It felt so much better than it should. It sent a quiver of pleasure through her entire body and she let out an involuntary gasp.

Her squirming stopped, and the Cakes continued to flatten themselves onto her body. With every gasp and pant and moan and heave of their chest they became noticeably flatter. Rarity never read comic books, but if she had that would’ve been what she thought of.

As they grew thinner and thinner and thinner they pressed themselves onto more and more of Rarity’s body, touched more of her skin, rubbed up against everything. And then, just when Rarity thought they couldn’t get any flatter there was a bright red flash.

Her eyes snapped open. She was on the floor in Sugarcube Corner, carpet was digging into her face. She looked up and saw her shoes and scarf and bag sitting by the door. That couldn’t be right. She sat up and looked at her body.

She was wearing a thin blue t-shirt, a curly pink scarf, and blue jeans and shoes. There was an orange bra visible under her shirt, and a matching pair of panties just visible in the space between her shirt and pants. She was wearing a thin hoodie over that, and there were some orange socks peeking out of her shoes. She stared at one of her hands and was greeted by a fuzzy orange glove. She glanced backward and saw her tail poking over the top of the pants. One of her ears flicked and she felt an earring that hadn’t been there before. She couldn’t tell what any of it was made out of, but it felt similar to cotton. It was all skin-tight. She could feel every fiber pressing and rubbing against her body.

Her first thought was that the pink and blue and orange clashed horribly. She looked like an inept high school gym student, or a safety-obsessed hiker. Her second thought was that she had no idea where the clothes had come from, or how they had gotten on her.

“You like them?” Trixie asked coyly from the couch.

“You!” Rarity leapt to her feet. “I most certainly do not! This is a fashion travesty!” Once she was standing up all the way she swerved to the side. Why was it so hard to keep her balance?

“Aw, poor thing. Perhaps you should lay back down?”

Rarity threw one hand to the side to steady herself and the other up to her head. A violent shake did nothing to dispel that fog over her thoughts. “You… Where…where did these clothes come from? Where did the Cakes go?!”

“Why, you just answered your own questions.”

Rarity shook her head. That makes no sense. What is that stupid, bitchy, attractive— Another shake. What is she talking about…

“Oh, right, I forget about all that magic sloshing around your brain is making you slow.” Trixie smiled. “Still, it shouldn’t be that hard.”

Rarity looked down at her clothes again. Nothing dawned on her. Just the ugly color combination. Orange and pink and blue.

Orange and pink and blue.

Orange and pink and blue…

Rarity’s eyes widened. “You didn’t! You couldn’t!”

“I did.”

“You’re sick!”

Trixie snapped her fingers. “Why thank you.”

Suddenly a wave of pleasure hit Rarity’s body. Her knees buckled and she found herself gasping and moaning. It was like she was being licked or rubbed or touched across every part of her body.

She tried to ask what was going on, but all that came out of her mouth was a throaty moan.

“Aw, the Cakes like you.”

Rarity tried to perform a rude physical gesture, but the order got lost on the way to her arms and she started rubbing her crotch instead. Even with the clothes in the way it felt incredible. Her body was so sensitive, it felt amazing. Every rub sent a shock of pleasure across her entire body, and then the tingly, omnipresent pleasure from the clothing preventing it from fading. It was indescribable. An orgasm started to build up in seconds. Just the thought of cumming, of riding out this incredible feeling for as long as possible made her that much hornier.

And then it stopped. Her eyes snapped open. Her hand was still rubbing furiously across her crotch but nothing was happening. The pleasure washing across the rest of her stopped too. Her eyes settled on Trixie, whose horn was glowing slightly and whose face was covered in a malicious smile.

“Now, now pet, who gave you permission to come before I did?”

A little bit of panic welled up in her throat. No, I was so close. Why would she do this to me.

Rarity tried to say something witty and scathing, but the words got stuck. “Please. You can’t.” She had wanted to say something more eloquent, hadn’t she?

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll let you cum right after I’m finished. The Great and Powerful Trixie is very benevolent like that.”

Rarity blinked slowly. Had Trixie had that penis when this whole thing had started? She certainly would’ve noticed something that enticing before. She glanced over at Pinkie. The pink mare had fallen onto her side, though she still had one hand buried in her diaper, pistoning slowly. She was sucking on a bottle full of some off-white liquid. Rarity could’ve sworn that hadn’t been there before either.

Pinkie pulled the bottle out of her mouth to take a breath, and rather than a nipple there was a massive dildo attached to the top. Pinkie took a few deep breaths, a trickle of cum leaking out of her mouth onto the couch, and then quickly shoved the thing back into her mouth as she resumed drinking.

Rarity licked her lips. Why? That didn’t seem like something she would do.

She nearly had put her finger on it when Trixie wrapped her fingers in Rarity’s mane and pushed her face forward. There was a dick waiting for her. Rarity didn’t remember opening her mouth but that didn’t seem terribly important now that she had such a delicious penis to suck on. That thought seemed both poorly structured and out of character, didn’t it?

Trixie wrapped her other hand into Rarity’s hair and started thrusting her dick into the fashionista’s mouth. In and out and in and out.

Rarity felt like something was terribly wrong about all this. Her arms hung limply at her sides, unwilling to do anything. Maybe she was enjoying it? Trixie was quite attractive…

NO!

Rarity started shaking her head. This wasn’t right. It couldn’t be. It felt wrong. She was a delicate virgin. She liked stallions. Pinkie didn’t wear diapers.

Trixie bit her lip. “Mmm, still putting up a fight. Trixie likes that. You’re making Trixie even hornier than usual.” Her horn flashed red for a moment and all of Rarity’s resistance fell away as the Cakes started to massage her body again. They even managed to give her clit a periodic flicker of attention. Before she could even remember what was going on, she came into her panties. She could feel the damp spot without even looking, but that didn’t slow down the pleasure spreading across her body all over again.

Trixie suddenly gave one powerful thrust forward and Rarity felt a huge load of spunk shoot into the back of her throat. She came again immediately.

Trixie let go of Rarity’s head and the unicorn slumped backward, cum dribbling out of the side of her mouth. Her head felt so empty. What just happened?

“Mmm, you look so adorable like that. All glassy-eyed and quiet after being so resistant.” Trixie moaned. “Mmm, damnit, making me horny all over again.”

Rarity fell sideways but managed to prop herself up with an arm. This isn’t right. I’m not her…not her what? I have to fight this. That’s what she wants, it’ll make her happy. Rarity gave her head a violent shake. No, that’s not right. I don’t like her, she’s a stupid, selfish, attractive, benevolent…

“Get up,” Trixie barked.

“No.” It was the barest whisper, but she had said it. “I’m…I’m not your plaything.” Rarity groggily looked at the window and fired another blast of magic at it. She didn’t see where the spell landed before she slumped onto the ground.

Trixie picked the unicorn up by her pants and shirt and heaved her onto the couch. Rarity’s head landed next to Pinkie’s and Rarity could smell the thick stench of cum immediately.

She heard and felt the zipper of her pants being undone. She briefly registered that her clothes didn’t feel damp anymore. Hadn’t she come into them not too long ago? Where did—

Trixie’s dick plunged into Rarity, and both unicorns gasped simultaneously. Rarity tried to move her hips out of the way, tried to prop herself up on her elbows, but her body was incredibly reluctant to respond. Maybe I could pick myself up with magic…

Rarity started to gather magic into her horn, but then there was a shadow over her. A pink curly shadow. The shadow kissed her. Rarity could taste semen all over Pinkie’s mouth and tongue.

Trixie’s dick pistoned in and out of Rarity, and with each thrust her panties and jeans flapped against her skin. Then the Cakes started massaging her and she stopped caring about anything else, gasping loudly as her body went completely limp.

Trixie kept pistoning into Rarity. Her pussy was so tight, and with each pass the Cakes brushed against her dick and gave it the slightest massage. Trixie was breathing and panting and moaning too loudly to give orders so she let out a blast of magic.

Pinkie immediately stopped kissing Rarity, stopped pushing semen into her friend’s mouth. Her head shot up and she looked at her mistress. She wanted something, and Pinkie couldn’t keep the most important mare in the world waiting for anything. She crawled over Rarity and planted her legs on either side of her head. She wrapped her hands around Trixie’s smooth shoulders and started kissing her master. That’s what she wanted right? I hope I didn’t disappoint her.

Trixie’s tongue confirmed her orders and Pinkie smiled internally. Such a good girl.

Trixie tasted her own semen all over Pinkie’s mouth, and that gave her an idea. A quick dash of telekinesis and Pinkie’s diaper opened and all the cum that had been collecting in it started dripping onto Rarity’s face. Once most of it had fallen out Trixie flung the diaper to the side and gave Pinkie’s rump a gentle push downward. Her pussy settled onto Rarity’s face and Trixie grinned as Rarity started licking and sucking and drinking immediately. The unicorn’s dull, lifeless gaze was almost enough to push Trixie over the edge right then.

Trixie felt her next orgasm approaching and increased the speed of her thrusts. Moments later she came spectacularly, and she could feel her load leaking out of Rarity. She pushed Pinkie away from her mouth just as Pinkie came all over Rarity’s face, her own juices and plenty of Trixie’s pouring into the unicorn’s mouth. Trixie saw Rarity’s throat bulge as she swallowed it all.

“Alright, Pinkie, that’s enough.”

“Did I do a good job, Great and Powerful Trixie?”

“Very good.” Trixie brushed a hand along Pinkie’s chin and the mare shuddered with pleasure. “Now,” she summoned a fresh bottle and diaper, “go sit down while I finish up with your friend.”

Pinkie nodded, and walked unevenly over to a chair on the other side of the room, the diaper wrapping around her groin and the bottle slipping into her mouth as she took her steps. By the time she collapsed into the chair her belly had already started to slowly bulge outward again, each sip causing a barely-perceptible push forward.

“So, Rarity, how do you feel?”

“Good,” Rarity whispered.

“See, I told you.”

“Yes, you were right. You’re always right, Trixie.”

“Exactly. And just to make sure you don’t forget that, I’ll have to pump a little bit more of my magic into your brain than I did with Pinkie. Can’t have you resisting me again, can we?”

“No. Never. I would never. Unless…”

“Unless what?”

“Unless…” Rarity scrunched her eyes shut and opened them again. “I forgot.”

Trixie smirked. She snapped her fingers and the Cakes immediately started to pleasure Rarity again. Rarity gasped and Trixie grabbed her face. Rarity squirmed, but she touched their horns together and there was an electrical crackle as she poured magic directly into Rarity skull, an arc of red lightning connecting the two horns.

Rarity gasped, her mouth hanging open and her body writhing aimlessly on the couch. Minutes passed, fluids started to leak out of Rarity’s pussy into the Cakes. More than a few strands of drool fell onto her scarf. Several tears leaked out of her eyes. Finally the magic stopped and Trixie pulled back.

“Unless what?”

Rarity blinked, very very slowly. Her head didn’t move and her mouth hung open. “Unless…” Another long, slow blink. “Unless… you want me to.”

“Good girl. Now turn around. I think it’s time I tried out your ass.”

Another long slow blink, then Rarity slowly turned onto her stomach before her body dropped limply onto the couch. Her mouth was still hanging open, her drool and tears mingling at the edges of her mouth. Her tail slowly drifted upward until it was completely out of Trixie’s way.

A smile spiderwebbed acrossTrixie’s face. “Good girl.”

Author's Note

I clopped one-and-a-half times while writing this. :rainbowkiss:

"Clever, we didn't need to know that..." -- :raritydespair:

Like you aren't gonna clop to it too, hypothetical reader. :unsuresweetie: Unless you're here to laugh at it, a decision I completely support :twilightsmile:

There and Back Again [Tentacles]

Undiluted

Ch. 3

By NeverClever

Dash let out a yawn as she floated into Carousel Boutique. She glanced around, but didn’t see anypony. “Alright, Rarity, I’m here! What was so important you had to call me this early?”

Rainbow yawned again. She started to work out a kink in her back, and in the midst of her stretching there was a sudden click from behind her. She spun around and saw Rarity locking the door.

The unicorn was wearing a short, simple blue dress with matching stockings and shoes. There was a wispy pink scarf around her neck. As she fiddled with the lock her tail shifted to the side and Rainbow got a momentary glimpse of some orange panties before the hem settled back into place.

“Uh, Rarity, what are you doing?”

“Oh, there you are, Rainbow Dash.” Rarity spun around and her dress twirled around her body, and Rainbow couldn’t help but notice another orange flash before the fabric wafted back down. There was also a matching bra peeking through the top, but Rarity didn’t seem to notice.

Rarity smiled vacantly. “Thank you so much for coming over. I’m working on some new designs and I need a model with your figure.”

Dash gave Rarity’s outfit a final glance. “So I noticed.” She poked a finger at the door. “Does that really need to be locked?”

“Trade secrets, darling. Can’t be too careful.” Rarity waved a hand at the stairs. “After you.”

Dash raised an eyebrow, and then reluctantly started floating towards the second floor. “Are you okay, Rarity? I don’t know much about fashion but that dress ain’t exactly your…finest effort.”

“Oh, I can assure you, the material feels wonderful.”

“Uh, right. You sure you’re fine? You keep running your words together. And your eyes are kinda glassy. Did you sleep last night?”

“Yes, I’m…completely…fine.” Rarity pushed open her bedroom door and beckoned Dash inside.

“Uhh, isn’t that your bedroom? Shouldn’t we use the dressing room or something?”

“Better lighting,” Rarity said.

Dash rolled her eyes and floated inside. Picky as ever.

Rarity locked the bedroom door and started rummaging through a chest at the foot of her bed. She quickly pulled out two thin silver bracelets. “Hold out your hands.”

“That’s it? Bracelets? You woke me up at nine AM for bracelets?”

“You’re only making this take longer, you know.”

Dash rolled her eyes and stuck her arms out. Rarity quickly clipped the bracelets on and then floated a matching necklace out of the chest. There was an audible click as it snapped on, and the three pieces of jewelry hung loosely off Rainbow’s body.

“These things are freezing. Why the buck would anypony wear these…”

“Who knows.”

Rainbow Dash’s ear flicked and she spun around. She’d recognize that voice anywhere. “Trixie?! What the flank are you doing here?”

“Getting revenge on Twilight Sparkle and her friends, of course.”

Dash glanced back at Rarity, who was standing perfectly still. “Revenge? What are you talking about? What did you do to Rarity?!”

“Nothing she didn’t enjoy. Isn’t that right, Rarity?”

Rarity blinked slowly.

“I said,” Trixie’s eyes flashed red, “isn’t that right?”

“…Yes, you’re always right, Trixie.”

Trixie smirked. “See?”

“You bitch.” Rainbow leapt at Trixie, but her bracelets and necklace flashed red and she plummeted to the ground. “What the…”

She felt Rarity clamp two more cold metal bands onto her ankles, and all five of them shrunk down until they were fitting snugly onto her body. As she tried to lift her body up she couldn’t budge her limbs.

“Weight spells.” Trixie’s condescending smile widened. “Among others.”

“Fuck you!”

“Now, now, that’s my line.” Trixie grabbed Rainbow with her magic and dragged her towards the bed. Her torso landed onto the mattress with a poofy fwump, and her hips and legs hung off the edge, too heavy to move.

“Pfft. That’s your plan? Rape me?” Rainbow rolled her eyes. “And what else? Mind control spells and riding crops? That’s even more cliché than the plot of Daring Do and the Temple of Doom!”

Dash felt her mane being yanked backward, and felt Trixie’s breath brushing past her ear.

“There’s a line between being cliché and being a classic. After all, all those tentacle aficionados must have something going for them.”

“Do whatever you like, you won’t get away with this, you—”

Trixie jerked Dash’s head sideways and planted her lips onto the pegasus mid-sentence.

Dash felt Trixie’s tongue squirming around her mouth, exploring it. The magicians tongue tasted weird: salty, and sweet, and something else Dash couldn’t place. Dash tried to shake her head but Trixie’s fingers were wrapped in her mane, and the pain of her hair being tugged at stopped her before she could cause any real disruption. Just as she was about to bite down Trixie’s fingers tugged on her mane and her head swung backward slightly, Trixie’s mouth still locked on her own.

Dash could feel Trixie’s spit beginning to pool in her mouth. She tried to bite down again, but Trixie simply jerked her head back. Rainbow tried to turn her head, but Trixie’s fingers were wrapped in her mane too tightly. A third bite was interrupted the same as the first two.

Finally, Rainbow closed her eyes and tried to ignore it. It wasn’t easy. Trixie’s tongue clumsily swimming around her mouth felt incredibly unpleasant. And yet, there was still that weird taste sticking to it, spreading all over Dash’s mouth. She couldn’t identify it completely, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

Eventually, Trixie broke the kiss and pulled away. Dash opened her eyes just in time to see a thin line of saliva connecting their mouths. It snapped moments later, and Dash was dimly aware of it flicking onto her lips.

Trixie licked her lips. “You taste nice.”

Trixie blinked as the spit hit her eye. “Cute,” she muttered. Her horn flashed red and the glob of mucous evaporated with a quiet sizzle. “I do so love it when they put up a fight. Adorable and arousing. Arousable? Adoring? Something like that.”

There was a bright red flash, and when it faded a huge cock was jutting out of Trixie’s groin. She pressed up against Dash’s back, her body sliding against Rainbow’s coat, her breath tickling the pagasus’ neck. Dash felt Trixie’s junk smearing something onto the small of her back. She tried to protest, but nothing came to mind.

“Less belligerent, I see.” Trixie wrapped a hand onto one of Rainbow’s breasts. “I see that magic I spilled into your mouth is starting to take effect.”

“P-piss off.”

“Oh, such foul language. You said I could do whatever I wanted to you, remember? Don’t worry, I just made your muscles a little harder to move. Breaking your thoughts the old-fashioned way is going to be so much more fun than what I did to Pinkie or Rarity. Not that it’ll be too hard, since I hear all you jocks are such stupid sluts anyway. Aren’t you?”

Dash tried to say something, but she felt Trixie’s cock leaning against her thigh. It was highly distracting, the soft feel of it touching her body. She almost imagined she could feel a gentle pulse coming off it, for a moment. And Trixie’s hand pawing clumsily at her chest was oddly sensual, for some reason.

Trixie slowed traced a finger up her shaft, pausing at the top to rub the tip slightly. She moved the finger slowly across Dash’s hips and stomach, leaving a thin trail of pre in the athlete’s coat. Her finger swirled and danced across Dash’s abs, then slowly began to head towards her—

“Stop,” Dash whispered.

“What? No petty cussing?” Trixie pulled Dash’s chest backward. The pegasus gasped as the sudden movement squished her boob. Trixie slowly licked her ear and began to whisper. “Maybe I should start with Rarity, then? Since you aren’t ready?”

“No, leave her alone!”

Trixie smirked and let go of Dash, waltzing slowly over to Rarity. The white unicorn was slumped over in a chair, her mouth hanging open and her eyes glazed over. Her breathing was heavy.

The second loogie vanished before it hit Trixie.

Trixie smirked. She stopped a foot from Rarity, and began to stroke her cock. It was hard to tell, but Dash could’ve sworn that each tug on it made it a bit longer. After a few minutes of watching Trixie furiously stroke herself, her neck tired and she turned back around. Unfortunately, there was a pony-length mirror on the other side of Rarity’s bed, and it gave her a clear view of the events.

Trixie’s cock was impossibly long now, and as it grew it started to coil and wrap around Trixie’s body. It slid in between her breasts, around her waist, up and down her arms and legs, and back again and up again. Soon it was as long as Trixie herself, and the magician forcibly pulled her hand off of it, panting slightly.

“Enjoying the show, Dash? Rarity?” She licked some of her juices off her hand, the tentacle-cock still writhing across her body, rubbing against her pussy and ass and breasts.

Dash tried to say something insulting, but the words caught in her throat. Stupid heavy necklace.

Rarity murmured something.

“What was that?” Trixie leaned in.

“No.” It was barely audible, but she had said it.

“Mmmm, still putting up a fight.” Trixie bit her lip, her cock still coiling around her body and her hand pressing against her crotch.

“Leave her alone you bitch!” Rainbow squirmed but her limbs didn’t budge. “Rarity! Snap out of it!”

Trixie’s elongated penis unwound from her body and started to snake up Rarity’s leg. It coiled around the unicorns ankle and up her thigh, a slimy trail oozing off it and soaking into Rarity’s coat. Rainbow tried to lift her arms but the weights were so damn heavy.

The tentacle slid under Rarity’s dress, the bulge of it visibly moving past the hem, past her crotch, up her stomach, and in between her breasts. It popped past the neckline and coiled around her neck, then slid up her throat and over her cheek. It paused in front of her mouth. Rarity’s eyes were still lifelessly pointed at the ceiling.

“Rarity! Don’t just sit there and let her do that to you!” Dash flapped her wings, but her body remained firmly anchored to the ground.

Trixie traced a finger along Rarity’s chin, while her other hand stroked the unicorn’s mane. “You know, I pumped a lot of my magic directly into her brain last night. And I lost track of how much of my magically-imbued cum she drank down. And yet she’s still resisting. You wonder why?”

“Screw you!”

“It’s because I left a little of her mind intact on purpose.” Trixie leaned closer to the unicorn’s face. “So I could watch her fight and lose every second of every day. So I could watch her friends try and fail to rescue her. And I’m going to do the same thing to you, but worse.” The cock plunged into Rarity’s mouth. She squirmed violently, but the tentacle merely pushed into her throat further. It visibly lurched forward and Rarity stopped moving. Her limbs went limp as she started to suck on the cock. She turned her head to the side, but Trixie simply pushed it back. The cock began to swell and a visible pulse of cum shot into her mouth. A little of it spilled out past her lips, but her throat soon started to move back and forth as she swallowed it. A few tears rolled down her face and her legs sagged slightly.

Trixie smirked. “And then, once I’ve gotten all her friends, I’ll make them help me capture Twilight Sparkle. It’ll be so incredible watching her try and save you and fail miserably. She’ll waste all of her magic trying to free you and nothing will happen and the despair will slowly, visibly spread across her face.” Trixie snapped her fingers and the Cakes started to massage Rarity, the tentacle pushing another inch into her mouth as she gasped. “And then just as the realization hits her she’ll start to cry, and I’ll let all of her friends have a flash of clarity so they can join her, before I subdue her for good.” Trixie’s panting briefly interrupted her monologue, her hand massaging her breast again.

“I still haven’t decided what to do with my nemesis yet. Maybe I’ll eat her soul. Never tried that before.” Her breathing started to cut into her monologue more and more, but Rainbow could still hear every word. “I’ll be able to parade her ex-body around like a puppet while she watches the whole thing from inside my mind. Or maybe I’ll transform her into a quadruped and keep her as a pet. A nice bit and saddle to keep her under control while she watches the town pleasure itself for me. The possibilities are endless, really! And once she’s subdued I can siphon her magic in case the Princesses try and intervene.” Trixie gasped and her cock twitched. Rarity started gagging and several large spurts of cum spilled out the sides of her mouth. Her throat visibly flexed as tentacle shot more and more cum into her. As the flow began to slow, Trixie slowly slid herself out of Rarity’s mouth and dress. As the tentacle retreated it pulled Rarity forward. When it popped out of her, it jerked forward and the unicorn collapsed onto the floor. A puddle of her own juices had leaked off her clothes onto the chair and they started to pool on the floor as she continued to writhe with pleasure from the Cakes’ stimulation. She coughed loudly and some cum spilled out of her mouth onto the tile.

“You’re sick,” Dash muttered.

“She deserves it for what she did to me.” Trixie’s horn flashed red, and a matching red glow pulsed out of Rarity’s eyes.

Rarity moaned and lurched onto her elbows. She crawled forward a few inches before she collapsed again, her face sitting in the pile of Trixie’s semen she had just hacked up. She started to sloppily lick it up, more of it getting on her cheek than in her mouth, and Trixie smiled before turning back to Rainbow.

“Ready yet, Rainbow? Or should I play with her some more?”

Dash pulled another hunk of mucous into her mouth, but suddenly the collar flashed red and grew heavier. The weight pressed Dash’s neck down, and she coughed as the loogie caught in her throat.

Trixie strolled over, her cock trailing along in midair behind her.

“Oh, come now, my little Dashie. You saw what I did to your friend. And you haven’t even seen what I did to Pinkie Pie yet. Trust me, if you just give up now you might enjoy it.”

Dash felt the fleshy tentacle rub across her pussy. Whatever Trixie had slipped into her mouth was taking effect, and Dash could feel her brain trailing and failing to come up with something insulting to say. She wasn’t going to make it easy. That was just what Trixie wanted. Or had she wanted her to resist? Dash violently shook her head, but the layer of fog across it refused to clear. She could feel her own juices trickling onto the tentacle, lubricating it as it squirmed across her.

She clenched everything, hoping that it would somehow impede Trixie’s efforts. Suddenly she felt a rush of air on her pussy as the cocky appendage withdrew. Dash let out an involuntary sigh, and as soon as she had relaxed she suddenly felt something ram into her ass.

Her eyes rolled backward into her head as the throbbing rod of flesh shoved its way into her body. The pressure was incredible. Uncomfortable, but familiar. It reminded her of going to the bathroom, but in reverse.

It pushed into her quite a lot before she finally remembered she was supposed to be putting up a fight. She clenched herself again. The tentacle definitely did slow down, but it continued pushing into her body. It was pressing against her insides from every possible angle. It lurched forward another inch and Rainbow gasped. It felt incredible. But not good. That was impossible. Each time it ground forward into her she let out another soft moan. She lost count of how many times it pressed upward, paused, then repeated itself. She was breathing heavily. When had that happened? Another moan. And another. She was practically panting. She had forgotten to clench, but apparently her body had been doing it without her input. She tried to relax and the tentacle chose that moment to press forward and she clenched again. She could feel every inch and bump of it crawling up her body. She closed her eyes and almost imagined its veins throbbing against the walls of her ass or rectum or wherever it was.

Another lurch forward, another small gasp and a moan leaked out of her mouth. Her eyes snapped open. She looked down and saw her hands gripping the sheets. Another inch, another gasp, and Dash’s back arched slightly as she felt it rubbing against her inner walls.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“N-no…”

Trixie wrapped a hand over Dash’s chest and slipped another onto her pussy.

“Well, I guess we better do something about that, then.”

This time the press of the cock was accompianed by Trixie fingering her nipple and clit. Each stroke coincided with the tentacle moving forward ever so slightly. Dash was dimly aware of Trixie rubbing her body onto Dash’s back. Her breasts kept brushing against Dash’s wings.

Suddenly Rainbow felt a dull pressure in her chest and spine. Something pressing on the inside of her body. It was a little harder to breathe.

“Y-you…You c-can’t…”

Trixie pulled Dash backward a little and ran her tongue up the athlete’s neck. “Mmm. You’d be surprised how many anatomic rules you can bend with magic.”

Dash let out another gasp as Trixie moved one hand off her pussy and onto her other boob.

She was breathing really heavily now. She couldn’t deny that. That pressure in her chest had grown, and her breathing was getting heavier and faster. She began to gag and cough and moments later something thick pushed into the back of her throat.

Her body quivered with pleasure. She could barely wrap her head around it. It shouldn’t be possible. She was still moaning and gagging as the tip cleared her throat. She could feel it sitting on the back of her tongue. It tasted terrible. It must’ve, but she was too shocked to really taste anything.

The tentacle took a moment to dribble precum onto her tongue as it slowly snaked its way out of her mouth. The rearmost part of the roof of her mouth was awkwardly present; she couldn’t find any way to ignore. It felt like she wanted to burp or vomit or gag or something. Anything to expel this horrible thing from her body. But nothing happened. Finally it popped out of her mouth and she instinctively wrapped her lips around it. Her breathing grew faster as she shifted to breathing out of her nose. It continued to slide out and she could feel it drag across her tongue. It tasted salty. The cock curled upward and she got a close, clear look at it for the first time. It was big. She had never seen a stallion’s cock before but it seemed big. It flopped onto her muzzle and dribbled a little bit of pre before it continued onward. It slithered down, slapping against her chest as it continued to force itself through her. Dash suddenly realized she could still feel it pressing against her ass, rubbing against her innards in a strangely pleasant way. It wound in between and around her breasts, wrapping around the left one before continuing down to her toned stomach. She could feel breathing, panting, as the magician rubbed her breasts against the cock. It slid across her body, the sweat easing it along as it slowly, agonizingly made its way south.

Had she been that sweaty before? She looked down and saw droplets of sweat on Rarity’s sheets. Everywhere the tentacle slid she felt a layer of her own sweat under it. She couldn’t stop breathing and panting. Every inch of it massaged her body as it went down her front, and the length wrapped around her boob slowly kneaded and massaged her as it coiled and uncoiled.

Finally, it arrived at her pussy. Dash clenched everything again, but that only served to remind her of the tentacle jutting out of her ass. Trixie shifted her hips and Dash’s body swung sideways slightly, the tentacle pressing against everything as it pushed her from the inside.

Dash let out a muffled complaint and Trixie grabbed her hair.

“What’s that, Dashie? Don’t like having so little control of your own body? It must be agonizing, the fit, toned athlete, incapable of moving a single muscle. And I can move you with a single twitch.” Trixie smiled and pulled her hips back, dragging Dash backwards along the bed, The pegasus let out a soft gasp of surprise as she felt the tentacle drag backward through her body a tiny inch.

Trixie laughed. “Yep, just like that.”

Suddenly Dash felt her body rising off the ground. Her spine and back arched and she gasped in surprise. She was suspended in midair, her wings pressing into Trixie’s breasts, her arms and legs hanging downward uselessly thanks to the weights attached to them. She slid downward a little bit, and she felt her butt bump against Trixie’s groin. Her head rolled backward, and the wisps of hair poking into her told her she was leaning on Trixie’s shoulder.

“Mphmph.” The flesh protruding from her mouth muffled her words.

“Don’t worry, Dashie.” Trixie rubbed a hand up Dash’s cheek, the fluids on it smearing into the cyan coat. “We’re just getting to the good part.”

Dash felt a damp presence at her crotch. She tried to look down, but the tentacle in her throat stiffened, and the fingers intertwined in her hair reaffirmed their grip.

The cock pushed at her lower lips, slowly working its way in despite Dash’s best, futile efforts to keep it closed.

“Mmm, quite tight,” Trixie muttered.

Dash’s pussy slowly inched open as the cock pushed at it. Forcing its way in. It felt oddly nice, the fleshy nub rubbing against her body, twitching periodically travelling through her chest. Dash tried her best to resist, but her arms and legs were useless.

Finally, the cocktip shoved its way into her vagina. She let out an involuntary moan and the rope of flesh snaking out of her mouth swelled a little to keep it completely open.

It was oddly similar to its entrance into her ass. Pressing into her, spreading her pussy open as it insistently entered her body all over again.

She felt it pushing deeper and deeper into her. It slid in a little and paused, and she gasped as it halted. Then it would repeat. Pressing into her, pausing, moaning. She could feel it rubbing against her inner walls as it progressed, pressing against and keeping her pussy open just like it was keeping her mouth and ass open.

It inched in slowly. Unlike earlier, each step also stroked her clit, and she could tell her moans and gasps were that much louder each time it did.

After what seemed like forever it stopped, the appendage resting deep inside of her pussy and still twisting and writhing across the rest of her.

Trixie started to nuzzle Rainbow Dash’s neck. “Mmm. Your insides feel incredible,” she muttered. Much better than those other two. All your muscles are so tight.”

Dash tried to thrash about but she felt the tentacle inside her stiffen and her back arch to match it.

“I’m so glad I didn’t give you a full dose like the other two,” she whispered into Dash’s ear. “You’re too tired to resist properly, but you’re just malleable enough to secretly want it. All your attempts at stopping me just make you that much tighter and firmer. It feels incredible.”

Trixie nuzzled Rainbow again, then slowly dragged her tongue upward along the pegasus’ neck. She arrived at Rainbow’s cheek and licked up some of the tears that had stuck there. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was heavy. A throaty moan escaped from her as she swallowed them. Trixie licked her lips and smiled.

Then she started to thrust.

The cock slid in and out of every part of Rainbow Dash simultaneously. It rubbed against her ass. It pressed against her chest from the inside and from the outside. It slid along her tongue. It slithered across her breasts and stomach and back again. And most noticeably it hammered into her pussy and clit. The sensations were too much. Dash had never even had normal sex, let alone what she was experiencing now. It felt impossibly good. It felt like her body would explode from everything that was happening to it. Every one of her muscles tensed up and tried to relax and tensed up again as the cord of flesh pressed against and slid through every part of her.

She came quickly. Trixie and her didn’t seem to notice. Even the fluids trickling out of her pussy didn’t seem to make a difference to the cock’s lubrication as it moved in and out and back again. It pressed her ass open, and her mouth open, and her ass open. It was a blur. She couldn’t even keep track of everything happening to her. She came again, somehow. She couldn’t even feel her arms and legs anymore. Either they were numb from adrenalin or from the weights hanging off them. It didn’t matter anymore.

Dash felt the tentacle in her ass and stomach and chest and throat and mouth tense up and stiffen and bulge. Trixie came spectacularly, Dash’s stomach bulging slightly as semen poured into her. Her throat bulged slightly as the stream of cum poured through her.

The tentacle went limp and so did Dash, too tired from holding her limbs and neck, and from having every inch of her body sexually abused for who knows how long. None of her workouts had ever made her feel even half this exhausted. Even her brain was tired.

Trixie flopped Dash onto the bed and she followed, spooning the pegasus as she let her cock sit in her body for a moment.

Dash sat there, and she could feel sweat pooling around her body, the smell of it mingling with the smell of semen. The sheets felt damp, and every little movement confirmed how soaked they were.

Suddenly the bracelets, anklets, and necklace fell off with an audible click. She tried to move her arms but they didn’t respond. She tried to move her wings, but they didn’t move either.

“Aw, is my little Dashie tired?”

No answer.

“See, I told you I would break you. Just like Rarity. Of course, we’re not done yet. Gotta put in something else for insurance.”

Dash didn’t respond. She was exhausted. She barely registered what Trixie was saying. She didn’t even notice the small bumps travelling up the cock, passing through every inch of it before they popped out of the tip, still embedded in her pussy. After what she had just been through it was like trying to listen to Classical music after standing next to a jet engine. Her eyes started to slowly drift closed. She was so tired.

Her eyes snapped open. What just happened? The cock wasn’t in her anymore. Her limbs were still sore, but they did move slightly when she ordered them to. As she rolled onto her side the weight in her belly suddenly caught her attention. She looked down. Aside from a slight bulge nothing seemed any different, but she could feel something in there. Sitting heavily inside her. She tried to sit up and failed.

“Wh…What did you do to me?”

“Oh, you’re awake.”

Dash glanced down and saw Trixie standing over Rarity.

On the floor, Rarity was laying in a puddle of her own juices, the open dress providing a very clear view of her dripping cunt. A few tears and strands of drool ran across her face.

“What… What did you do to her?”

“Ever concerned about your friends. Quite cute. She kept trying to help you. It was quite adorable really. Watching her reach out to help you and stop as my magic caught up with her brain. Eventually it got old, so I had the Cakes give her a few dozen orgasms. Oh speaking of.” Trixie knelt down kissed and Rarity’s still body. Moments after their lips met there was a bright red flash from Trixie horn and amulet while Rarity writhed aimlessly on the ground.

“S-top it…leave her alone…” Another attempt to move yielded no results.

Trixie stood up. “How do you feel, Rarity?”

Rarity didn’t move.

“I said how do you feel.”

Rarty’s back arched as a thick stream of red lightning struck her horn.

“H-horny,” Rarity muttered.

“And?”

“And…obendient.”

Trixie smirked. She strolled over to Rainbow Dash, snapping her fingers as she arrived at the bed. Dash heard Rarity gasp and moan.

“And as for what I did to you, I just stuck some eggs in here.” She rubbed a hand across Dash’s belly.

“Don’t touch me,”

“Don’t worry, it’s not like they will hatch into anything. Yet. They’re just there to make it harder for you to fly.” She leaned down. “I bet they feel really heavy, don’t they?”

Dash tried to say something insulting, but no words came out.

“Sit up.”

Suddenly Dash sat bolt upright. Once she was there she could feel how wet the sheets under her were. Not just damp but soaking wet. She tried to move, but all her energy had left her again.

Trixie climbed onto Dash’s lap and planted a kiss on her lips. “Don’t worry. Now that your body belongs to me I’ll take very good care of it. And being exhausted all the time won’t be so bad. I guarantee a runner’s high has nothing on me.”

She kissed Rainbow again. The pegasus wanted to resist. To say something. Even thinking about how terrible this was, how ugly Trixie was, or how to call for help would have been a start. But nothing happened. Her limbs and tongue and brain simply didn’t respond. She was just so damn tired.

“Now,” Trixie’s horn flashed, “turn around.”

Dash suddenly felt a need to listen, and she flopped backward and rolled over.

Trixie smiled. “Good girl.”

Author's Note

Vodka was involved in this chapter's writing process. Now you know.

Some claimed the other chapters were too rushed and lacking in description. This was partially intentional, to accommodate different fap speeds, but let me know if this is worse or better or the same.

Together Forever [Public orgasm]

Fluttershy’s eyes snapped open. Something didn’t feel quite right. The sun was a little low, and the light had started to poke into her eyes. She almost never slept in.

She brought a hand up to her forehead, and the shift in the covers made it obvious. Her bedsheets were soaked in sweat. The moment her body moved out of place, the frigid dampness struck her like a slap to face. Every inch of her skin was being pressed on, assaulted.

That didn’t seem right. It had been a little warm out lately. Maybe she had put on a few too many blankets?

She rolled to the side and exhaled slowly. She felt so tired. Maybe the other side wasn’t quite as wet and she could go back to sleep. Her blankets were so comfortable. The silence meant her animals weren’t awake yet. She could just lay there, maybe go back to the nice dream she had been having.

Her position wasn’t working. Her hips kept digging into the mattress. The sweat was still there.

Fluttershy sighed. Well, she had slept in. It was as good a time to get up as any.

She sat up, and her covers slowly slid off. A yawn leaked out of her mouth, partially in protest and partially in temptation. Fluttershy shook her head—too late now. She stood up, and her legs immediately buckled. A throaty, quiet moan slipped out of her mouth as she fell backward, and another followed when her butt landed on the bed.

“W-what?” she whispered to herself. She flung the covers aside and the answer became obvious.

There was a massive…something buried inside her vagina. Only a little bit of it was poking out, but as she spread her legs to get a better look, she could feel it rubbing against her insides. She moaned again. Had that thing been inside her all night? She didn’t even own one of…those. She absently rubbed a cheek. Just the thought of one, just the name of it made her start to flush.

She reached down to take it out. Her fingers ran along her thigh, hesitant to actually touch the…thing. The nub of it sticking out was white and wide. The rest of it had to be very large. It had to come out. She moved her hand towards it. Her skin tingled, her muscles tightened, and she felt her legs clenching, pushing it farther into her body.

Her fingers brushed against it. It felt smooth and rubbery and soft. Just had to pull it quickly, like a bandage or something.

Her fingers wouldn’t move. Her arm wouldn’t move. They just sat there, lightly touching the edge of the thing.

You don’t want to take it out, something told her.

“I don’t?”

You like having it there.

“I do?”

Yes. You do.

Fluttershy’s fingers slid back, dragging along her leg and sending a shiver across her. “Maybe, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to leave it in there…” she muttered.

She stood up and a gasp leaked out of her immediately. Every little movement jostled it, and the shock of its new position sent a little ripple of shock and shame and pleasure through her.

She walked to the door, and her breathing grew louder and heavier with every step. Every little ounce of friction made her gasp, made her legs tremble, made her balance readjust.

Finally she made it to the door, and she could already feel sweat creeping onto her skin.

The stairs were agonizing. Every step she had to move one foot down, then move the other onto the same step, then wait for the throbbing to subside. Every little movement was a jolt, and every big movement was a burst of electricity across her entire body. After a just a few stairs her breathing was echoing across the house, and the bottom floor seemed so far away.

Maybe I could fly down? She unfurled her wings, but stopped. Something told her not to do that. It was the same as when she had tried to remove…the thing. It didn’t feel right. So she kept walking, and gasping, and sweating.

Finally she made it to the kitchen. Everything was so quiet. There was no sound to mask her; she was alone with her moans.

Her animals should have been up by now. They should have woken her much earlier than this. She stumbled to the living room, her hands grabbing at the walls and furniture, trying to hold her body up in spite of her shaking legs.

Their food bowls were all empty. The birdcages were empty. She wanted to panic, to rush to the yard or door or basement to find them. Her legs felt like they were held together with cheap duct tape. She slumped against the doorway, trying to force her legs to move, to get her wings to unfurl. The only thing she managed to do was scrunch her eyes shut and gasp as the dildo rubbed against her.

“Ah good, you’re awake.”

Fluttershy’s eyes snapped open, her ears tilted up. That voice sounded familiar.

She forced her head upward, and she could feel her legs and arms slide a little; the smooth wood of the doorframe offered almost no purchase, and her legs wouldn’t stop tingling and throbbing and clenching.

“Trixie? W-what are you doing here?” Fluttershy whispered. She barely remembered the magician’s last visit to Ponyville. She had been asleep when the ursa attacked. Why did she remember her name?

Trixie smiled. “And here I thought you would put up more of a fight, like your friends. I suppose I overcorrected and used a little too much memory magic.” Trixie took a sip of coffee. The mug had been a gift from Twilight, and it shared Fluttershy’s color and cutie mark. “You really don’t remember me showing up last night?”

“N-no…”

Trixie laughed. It was short but smug, and just loud enough to echo through the cottage. “Well, maybe this will refresh your memory?”

Fluttershy moaned. She nearly lost her grip on the doorframe. The dildo in her had started to vibrate, and it felt like she had stepped into an oven, a wave of heat rushed across her, attacked her. Her body flushed, she could feel sweat pooling on her back, her wings sticking together.

“It’s my own fault, really. Sometimes I underestimate how great and powerful my magic can be.”

Fluttershy opened her mouth to protest, but all that leaked out of her mouth was another moan. Her legs felt like saplings holding up a treehouse. Her fingers tried to reaffirm their grip, but only slid down a few more inches, the thin squeak of sweat barely audible.

“Does that answer your question?” Trixie took another sip of coffee.

“What…” Fluttershy couldn’t summon any other words. She was panting. It took all of her energy not to fall down. Her legs felt like she had been working out for hours, and every ripple of pleasure through her made them less stable.

“Oh, honestly. What does it take for conditioning to stick these days? It took a while for your friends to be compliant, but at least they didn’t have any memory loss.” Trixie snapped her fingers.

Fluttershy moaned and shouted and gasped, but didn’t have the energy for anything loud. She could feel the dildo in her contract and pulse, and the warm flood of cum that coated her insides depleted any mystery about it. She felt bloated, the sticky stream wouldn’t stop. She could feel it trickling down her legs, pooling by her feet. Her legs finally buckled, and she could feel her fingers and hips sliding against the doorframe before she finally slumped onto the ground.

The flow of cum wouldn’t stop. She could feel her stomach bulging, feel it pushing into her coat as she hit the ground, feel the dildo pressing and pushing against her as it coated her insides.

Trixie lifted Fluttershy’s head. “Remember now?”

“Yes, miss Trixie.” The words came without prompting; the honorific was added without a second thought.

“Good.” Trixie settled onto the couch. The jolt of her teleport jostled her coffee, but otherwise she looked as if she had been lying there for hours. “We’re out of groceries. Be a dear and go pick something up.” A smirk spread across her face as she leaned back. “Something with apples.”

“Of course. Anything for you, Trixie,” Fluttershy said softly.

“And take Angel with you.”

“Right, Angel…” Fluttershy’s hand pushed reflexively towards her crotch, the white, fleshy nub of the toy still poking out of it. “He could use the exercise…”

It was a beautiful day out. The walkway was warm under Fluttershy’s feet, and there was just enough of a breeze to keep things comfortable. Fluttershy’s sunhat and dress flapped slightly in the wind. Trixie had been so nice to give them to her—the powder blue reminded her of Trixie’s coat, so pristine and smooth and soft.

It was a short walk into town. The square was not very busy—customers dwindled around this time, in-between the morning rush and lunch orders.

Fluttershy smiled. Why had she been so worried about Angel earlier? His new shape felt so natural now, pressing into her body. She had been frightened when she woke up, but now his presence seemed so natural. The tingling, sweaty weakness of earlier had been replaced by a content fullness. Her stomach was still a little bulgy, and Angel still poked out of her crotch a little, but it wasn’t as embarrassing as she thought it would be. The dress hid everything, and every step made her feel warm and happy and full of energy. Her legs were still a little slick with sweat, her wings were still a little stuck together, but the dress was just open enough not to rub against them.

Applejack’s stand was usually on the far end of the stalls. Closer to the farm and with more hoof traffic, she would always say.

Normally the distance was frightening; Yards and yards of extra cobblestone to walk across, with dozens of ponies to bump into or stare at her. It was a maze that she had to navigate carefully, shrinking away from every pony and swerving around groups to avoid accidentally bumping into someone. She couldn’t fly over the crowd—the attention it would draw to her would be mortifying. Now and then, she would brush against somepony and the embarrassment would threaten to paralyze her. It took everything she had to spit out an apology or two or five and keep moving, lest she get stuck in place and die of shame.

For some reason, today was the complete opposite. Every pony Fluttershy brushed up against sent a little shiver of pleasure through her body. A little ripple that spread from where they touched her and that bounced across every nerve bundle. Then Angel would shiver and vibrate inside her and the feeling would multiply and breed and spread again.

Even her basket—normally clutched to her chest—was poking out confidently, resting in the crook of her elbow. Her hand brushed against more than a few ponies as she walked through the square. If any of them noticing it lingering on their shoulders or stomachs or hips, they didn’t comment.

When she finally got to Applejack’s food stand, it felt like she had been walking for a week, but in a wonderful way. Her steps were so light, her legs were so weak, her head was so cloudy. It felt like the most wonderful dream. Come to think of it, it reminded her of the dream she had been having that morning, when she woke up in a puddle of sweat.

“Fluttershy?”

“Oh, hello, Applejack.” Fulttershy smiled, and she could see AJ frown a little as she did. Couldn’t imagine why—she felt so serene. “How is business so far?”

“Eh, alright, I guess. The usual.” Applejack leaned forward. Her brow was a little furrowed, and she made a point of removing the toothpick in her mouth before she continued. “Are ya alright? You look a little…out of it.”

Fluttershy bit her lip. Angel had chosen that particular moment to press against her. Like he was encouraging her to say something, like when he used to kick her when she wasn’t being forthcoming.

Fluttershy exhaled slowly. Didn’t want to worry her friend. “I feel wonderful. I had a lovely dream, and I guess it still feels like I’m walking on air.”

“Uh huh…” Applejack didn’t adjust her position. If anything, her eyebrows pushed a little closer together. “Speakin’ a weird stuff, have ya seen anypony besides Twilight around lately? It feels like I haven’t seen Pinkie or Rarity or Dash in days.”

“I’m sure they’re fine. I hear they had a lot of work to deal with.” Fluttershy smiled. Just like Trixie had predicted—she was so smart and considerate. She had specifically told Fluttershy what to say to AJ. Keep everyone calm and unworried.

“You sure?”

“Mmm, yes.” Fluttershy exhaled on the last word. She didn’t want to worry Applejack, but Angel was just so energetic. It was making her voice hard to control, her breathing faster. She could him building up again, and it felt even bigger than the last one.

Applejack finally leaned back in her chair. “Well, if yer positive. Had a bit a work myself lately, guess I can understand why they wouldn’t have too much free time.”

“Yes. Yes.”

“Anyway, what can I get ya?”

“The usual is fine. You…you can put it on my tab.”

“Right…” AJ grabbed a small bag of apples—six plus an extra—and slid it over to Fluttershy. “If you run into any of ‘em, be sure to let ‘em know I asked. I don’t want ta sound like an overbearin’ worrywart, but, well, you know…”

“Yes.” Fluttershy smiled, and again she noticed Applejack’s face suppress a frown: a twitch of her eyebrow and one corner of her mouth. “Don’t worry. I’m sure they’re fine. Probably even better than usual.”

“If ya say so.” Applejack put a fresh toothpick in her mouth. “Have a good one, Fluttershy. Tell Angel I said ‘hi.’”

Fluttershy nodded, already turned to leave. She bit her lip again. The moment the conversation had ended, Angel had gotten restless. Maybe it was the mention of his name, or just his usual helpful attitude, but Fluttershy could tell he wouldn’t last all the way back to the cottage. It felt like a whisk beating at eggs, vibrant and fast and energetic and insistent and constant and it felt incredible.

Fluttershy turned off the path and into an alley. The two apartment buildings towered above her, windows visible on the second floor.

A few feet away from the main street, her legs finally gave out and she collapsed onto the stone walkway. It felt like she had been running for days, her entire body tingled and clenched as Angel sped up. Fluttershy’s tongue fell out of her mouth, her panting and gasping and moaning finally breaking free of her flimsy restraints. The noise felt wonderful after talking to AJ, every echo of herself in the alleyway sent shivers down her spine.

Her hand shot down to her crotch, bunching up her dress and forcing it out of the way so her fingers could get easier access. Her clit felt wonderful, every caress bounced off the ones Angel was giving her. She could feel her knees rubbing against the smooth cobblestone as she reflexively rocked her hips back and forth.

“Mmm, yes, f-fuck me, Angel. I w-want you to f-fuck me harder.” The words didn’t sound right when she said them. She could feel herself hesitate on each one, feel it come out slower and quieter and less enthusiastic than she had wanted. Why? It felt amazing, shouldn’t the words be easy to say?

She could feel Angel tensing up, and the thought was forgotten as she started rubbing herself faster and faster to keep up with him. Every stroke felt incredible. Her cheeks felt hot, her entire body felt slick. The arm holding her up starting to slide on the stone, so she pushed her chest forward and started stroking herself with both hands. There wasn’t a lot for the second one to do, but the position felt so right anyway. She could feel her dress fall forward, feel her legs spread open and her buttcheeks clench.

If anypony had walked by at that moment, they would have been gotten an eyeful. Fluttershy wanted the thought to excite her, wanted somepony to walk by so she could take them back to Trixie and be rewarded for her good performance. Except the thought didn’t work, it just made her feel exposed and helpless and afraid.

Then Angel came, flooding her insides with his cum, bloating her with it, and the moment of doubt was lost like a piece of trash washed out with a tide. Her entire body felt so warm, every crevice flooded. It started to leak out of her immediately, running down her legs and fingers and arms. Her moans echoed across the alleyway, her drool dripped onto the freshly cleaned stone, her eyes almost rolled back into her head.

Then it was over. Fluttershy’s ass fell over, any sense of balance lost as she slumped into a fetal position.

Unlike earlier, she couldn’t just sit there and enjoy it. She had to get back to Trixie, make her something to eat. She owed Trixie everything, she couldn’t keep the world’s most immaculate pony waiting.

Fluttershy planted a hand on the ground, and could feel it stick there for a moment. She planted her other hand, and managed to force her torso off the ground. Her hips and knees followed, and she managed to drag herself up.

Her feet stuck in place for a moment, but that was okay. That would fade as she walked. She held onto the wall for a moment, and finally bent down to grab her basket. No one would notice the stains on the ground or the wall, certainly. The smell would fade.

Fluttershy adjusted her hat, wiped a few stray hairs out of her face, and began walking back to her cottage. The street was almost empty, and part of Fluttershy was disappointed, the fantasy of bringing a pony to Trixie as a present still fresh in her mind.

She opened her wings, but immediately closed them. Something told her not to fly. It wouldn’t be the same, wouldn’t be as pleasurable as walking, the something said. It was probably right. Flying always made her think, and for some reason that seemed like the worst thing to do.

Fluttershy let out a tiny moan. Angel had already started up again. Whatever magic Trixie had used to transform him had evidently given him a lot of stamina. Fluttershy moaned again. She would really have to thank Trixie when she got back.

Author's Note

Oh look, more of the same, and it only took a year!

I uploaded this right after I finished it, so any typo/derp/description notes are appreciated.