Remember when I ...?

Two weeks ago, Lyra became mine. I have visited her a few times since then, and each time she was becoming more accepting of her fate. At the rate things were going, she would be a very willing servant in a few months time. Now, I don't always go to her house to have fun. I use that time to analyze the affect my spells have on her. So far nothing major, but it seems her mind is partway between a subconscious fantasy, and reality. I am determining if this is just her way coping, or an effect of the spell. Perhaps a new research specimen like Bonbon would help understand if this was an isolated incident, or a common occurrence. I could probably entrap her with Lyra after a bit of nudging. Her homophobia might be an obstacle, but I’ll cross that bridge when the time comes.

As for the book Lyra and I worked on, I had finished most of it. The remainder of the work was editing. My biggest concern moving forward was that I knew what I wanted, but I couldn’t exactly go out and get it. It would cause a stir. I needed to move slowly, really slowly. The biggest obstacles to my plan are the six mares, and drake, that are close to the princesses. One strong whiff of trouble and a single letter could ruin my plan. After all, who would know better than the princesses who banished the spells what their side effects were? Of those ponies, I had to gain some modicum of control to make certain I could get away with my desires. A thought formed in my head.

‘Why not add them to the list of mares I want?’

The thought sent a warm shiver down my spine. They have the potential to be my undoing, but if I risked it, I could have six of the most eligible mares in town. As I shook my head, I pushed the thoughts away. I could rationalize hurting Lyra, and to some extent Bonbon, but the six of them were virtually paragons of what Equestria stood for. They may have made mistakes, but they have already paid the price. There was no reason to get them involved further than was necessary for my plans as they were.

Of the six, the most immediate threat seemed to be either Rarity or Rainbow Dash. They would cause the fewest problems for me in the long run if I took care of them quickly, and they had the highest probability of not only seeing me, but of calling me out on it. Rarity is a living gossip, she would quickly notice odd behavior and be the quickest to link it to me. Her own want for gossip would bring everything to light. As for Rainbow Dash, she may spend most of her time in the clouds, but she is a loyal friend. If anypony she considers a friend were to start acting different, she would be too headstrong to give up on it. In the end, she would find out by witnessing the acts themselves, or getting the pony to talk.

Pinkie knew everypony, and could be seemingly everywhere. She had the ability to just stumble in on the act, and get away before anypony could even think to do something about it. Then she could easily inform the entire town and I would have a mob after me out of seemingly nowhere. Luckily, she seems to avoid such mature scenes. Her alternate personality on the other hoof, could be useful to test some of my spells and theories.

Twilight had been acting as my editor, and agreed to help me edit the book I am publishing with Lyra. She always seems, odd, while I am around. It can’t be suspicion, but I can’t really figure out what it is without alerting her to my abilities. She also lives with Spike, the drake with whom she has a direct line to the princesses, but the rewards of getting her on my side could easily signal the end of my worries. After all, she could bring any problem finders to me without sending a letter.

Fluttershy may be shy, but she can talk to animals, animals that could be anywhere. However, I put her rather low on the list. She doesn’t exactly come around town too much without one of the others, and the odds of me being discovered by her were extremely low. As for Applejack, she spends most of her time at the orchard, or at the Apple family stall. Getting anywhere close to her, or her family would be impossible for now. Applejack had started out friendly, but she took a few of my comments wrong and started to dislike me. It has gotten a little better since then, but it took me months to be able to do business with her, let alone talk with her. She would take the longest, and honestly, she is the one I worry about more than the others. I may not have the time to get to her before she realizes something is up.

For now though, on to Rarity and Rainbow Dash. Rarity was easy to get to but an opportunity would need to actually arise for me to be able to cast my spell. She was usually either busy with her job or socialising. Making it difficult to be in a situation where I would be able to cast the spell away from prying eyes. I would also need some time to observe her for any unwanted side effects. The reason was some of the spells I would be casting had their pages worn, either making them unreadable, or barely decipherable. At the other end of the spectrum, Rainbow Dash was already set up. She needed a psychological review to ensure she was stable enough to become a Wonderbolt, and Twilight had suggested me to her. I would have all the time to cast my spells while she wasn’t paying attention to me droning on about whatever.

However, there were a few things I needed to be careful about. Doing all of these spells and tricks would take tremendous planning and effort. Just one mistake would be the end of it all. Today was not about possible problems though, today was about moving forward. After a quick stop at Twilight’s library, I was off to the next stage my plan. Taking one last look around my home to make sure I didn’t forget anything in my saddlebags, I thought about what I would do. My next victim was a very different mare compared to Lyra. This one was more experienced with stallions. In fact, that experience was my ammunition against her. Today is also the day I test the fruits of my study, and quite possibly add a new toy to my collection. As I arrived at the ‘Golden Oaks Library’ I noticed that, like usual, it was virtually deserted. Twilight was nowhere to be seen, and instead, her number one assistant was on duty.

“Hello Spike, is Twilight in?” In an instant, the purple dragon with green spines jumped to attention, a small smile on his face from finally having something to do besides reshelving books. Twilight loves reshelving books. Thankfully, he was just a baby dragon, but he was also one of the threats I would have to control. He was Twilight’s direct line to the princesses after all.

“Sup Writ. And yeah, she’s home. I’ll go get her for you.” As he got up from his position on the floor, I note that he must have been in the middle of reshelving some books. He quickly ran up the stairs, calling for Twilight. I took a quick look around, seeing if a book caught my eye, but in a matter of moments Twilight was coming down the stairs with Spike in tow.

“Hello Writ. What brings you to the library today?” She sported her usual friendly smile as I realized she must have been practicing on a rather intense spell. Her purple coat seemed slightly damp, but her purple mane and tail were virtually dripping. It was more easily seen from the pink stripe that ran through them, but the occasional arc of power from her horn told me she either had failed to cast it, or had been interrupted.

“Not much Twilight. I was just going to drop off my next book before I headed for my dental appointment.” I levitated the book out of my bags and she enveloped it in her magic, taking it to look it over as disappointment momentarily stretches over her face.

“You don’t have to be so formal around me, Writ. I mean, we are friends, right?”

“Of course. I just been working a bit more than usual so I guess it just, slipped out on autopilot. So how have things been recently?” With a large smile she levitates the book into her kitchen, presumably to keep Spike from shelving it, again.

“Well, I started off with some flight training with Rainbow Dash. Then I practiced a few spells, mostly trying to perfect sending messages to Spike and Princess Celestia, and then I- you arrived.” Such a stumble was not common with Twilight, but before I could ask if she was okay, the bell in the town square rang out the time.

“Well, I would like to stay and chat some more, maybe go over the book a bit, but it seems I took more time than I planned to get here. I need to get going or I will be la- uh. I mean, I need to get to my appointment.” With a grin I started off towards the library door. “Hopefully we will get some time to talk about the book soon.”

“First, I am, better, with my little problem.”

I would beg to differ.

“Second, I hope so as well.” With a kind smile and the wave of a hoof, I was off. I left the library and headed for the building that contained my next target, nearly salivating at the prospect of what was to come. As I reached the door to my target’s home/office, I entered the waiting room. This particular dentist works by herself and caters to those who prefer anesthetics to normal dentistry. Not that I needed much more than a general cleaning, but I could only imagine her face when I use my plan against her.

I made the appointment after my second session with Lyra, planting a few hidden spells in her mind at the same time. If they all went off without a hitch, I would have my second mare with no fight at all. I arrived early, but was soon greeted by Colgate as she had finished taking care of her previous customer. A quick glance was all I needed to know that she certainly had some fun not too long ago. As she finished talking and getting paid from her previous customer, she turned to me with a smile. It was more predatory than she intended, but then again, she rarely gets a stallion customer, let alone two in one day.

“Good afternoon Mr. Written, you are right on time for your appointment. Please, come this way and we can begin. You are my last appointment for the day, so I want to get out and enjoy my first half day in a while.”

Perfect. Everything was going according to plan. My first test, getting her to have a half-day, was a complete success. She was not to expect anyone until tomorrow and thanks to the way her office was set up, I would have plenty of time regardless to do what I want. The next test was the most important one though. If I did things right, I will have a lot of fun with her. If not, I am getting my teeth cleaned and she may have fun with me.

“Alright, step on in and get in the chair and we can start.” I did as she instructed, laying back on the chair and letting her move her equipment around. She also moved two canisters, one an anesthetic, the other, oxygen. She uses oxygen to help the wake up process and for a few miscellaneous things, but today she will make a very big mistake. As I watched her hook up the mouthpiece I will be using, I noticed my second inserted thought was perfectly successful. She is putting the tube on the oxygen tank, not the anesthetic tank. As she comes up to my face and begins her normal tooth inspection, I hold my poker face, hoping she doesn’t notice anything amiss until it is far too late.

She was apparently pleased with my work on my own teeth, but said she is unhappy with the work they did on a cavity I had years ago. She says she will go ahead and put me under, though a quick inspection tells me she has other plans. She put the mask on me, making the final mistake, turning the valves on both canisters. She began to hum a happy tune and I watched as she slowly became drowsy. A few moments later, and she was too weak to correct her mistake.

“What the? How in the world did I-”

“I don’t know miss Colgate. Perhaps your mind is simply clouded with your plans for my unconscious body.” I quickly dismounted the chair, making sure my mask stayed secured to my face.

“I don’t-”

“I am not blind to my own body Colgate, That cavity was fixed properly years ago and I actually had it checked a few days ago because I got worried about it. Lucky for me, you messed up and got yourself into a lovely predicament. For your information, I have copies of some very incriminating security footage, as well as a diary you used to keep.” She stopped struggling to stand. She was definitely still conscious, the ventilation in the room insuring she would be subdued, not unconscious.

“What do you want.” And we get right to the core of the matter.

“We make a deal, I won’t speak of anything, and I get your body and your obedience, and you keep quiet about what I do. I am not a complete monster, so I will also make sure nopony else finds out. And those that do won’t talk. You can either agree, or I walk out of here and sell you out. Either way works for me.” In her sleepy state she tried to come up with a reason to deny me. She needed some way out of this predicament, but that was all the distraction I needed. The moment she looked away, I casted my subjugation spell. As the spell seeped in, I watched her ears droop, she was beaten at her own game. I used my magic and turned off the gas, making sure to unplug the mask I had been wearing so that the oxygen would flush out any remaining anesthetic.

“Fine, I don’t really have a choice to begin with.” With a large smile, I decided to have my fun immediately and enjoy the gift in front of me. With all the time I spent with Lyra, I was anxious to have practice with somepony else.

“Well, I guess it is time to inspect my, partner.” I used my magic to grab her and place her on the very chair I was previously in. Her toothpaste-colored tail fell listlessly out of the way as I removed her white dentist’s coat, the only thing she had on. Her beautiful, blue fur greeted my eyes, but more importantly, her marehood was clearly in sight. It was decently wet, but sadly not wet enough. The whole ordeal must have knocked a lot of arousal out of her. An easy fix.

“Well, I guess I have to do all the work since you are currently, indisposed.” Before she could complain or even squeak, my mouth assaulted her, attempting to give her the greatest possible pleasure before I give in to my instincts to rut her. My tongue swam through her tunnel, coating it in saliva while trying to draw out as much of her fluids as I could. She tasted of the same saltiness as Lyra, but the very potent taste of grapes overpowers it to a large degree. As I lost myself in the feeling of my tongue in her cunt, the flood started.

“I guess my efforts are affecting you, good. Maybe next round, we can both enjoy ourselves.” I again eagerly dig in, this time savouring her flavors as her voice began to squeak out. I definitely made a good choice though. Unlike Lyra, Colgate felt a bit looser. She must have more stallion clients than I thought. She suddenly moaned loudly, a large amount of her juices pouring into my mouth. It nearly rushed into my throat, but what didn’t spill onto the floor, I piled into my mouth. I then climbed up and ontop of her, forcing her into a kiss and fed her her own fluids. She actually moaned into my mouth as I did it. As I pulled away and got off of her with a grin, I decided to taunt her a bit with her own lewdness.

“Well I guess somepony enjoyed that.” Colgate doesn’t respond, her mind nearly losing consciousness from her orgasm combined with the remaining gas. Using my magic, I reach out and finally close the oxygen valve. I didn’t know how long she until the effects of the anesthetic wore off, but it would not matter. I quickly closed the gap between us, putting her on the floor in proper mounting position with my magic: flank up and face down. Her legs locked and she stuck like that as I lined myself up.

“As a warning, here I come.” I immediately pushed myself in. I slid almost all the way inside of her without any real resistance. “You must have done this a lot more often than I thought.” I soon hilt into her as she moans, though she clearly didn’t like how well I had manipulated the situation. I guess being the rapist for years and then getting raped in the same way isn’t fun. Her walls clenched, milk me for all I was worth.

I didn’t waste any more time, letting myself go and just using her as a toy; rutting her hard for my pleasure. As her breathing became labored, I felt her walls begin to move erratically. The soft, wet flesh reverberated with a loud smack as our bodies connected again and again. Sounding off to my ever increasing pace, and her ever rising volume of pleasure. Finally, she let out a surprisingly loud moan as her body attempted to meet mine. She arched her back as much as her body was able, her tail wrapping around my leg, trying to pull me even further into her in anticipation of a stallion’s seed. I didn’t disappoint. I stopped holding back and just let myself empty deep into her. I stayed there as she rode out her orgasm, and I enjoyed the look of shame and pleasure mixed on her face.

“Well, while you recover, I am going to see what kind of ‘toys’ I can find.” I hear her groan out something as I pull out, probably trying to tell me to stop. A courtesy she never even allowed her patients to have. “What’s that? You want to come along as well?” She tried to deny it, using all her might to shake and yell protests. But again, the gas and recent activity kept it from being comprehensible. Unless somepony were to walk in on this, I doubt anything would give her the strength to fight back anymore.

“Alright then, let’s go exploring together, Colgate.” With a smile, I used my magic and forced her into motion. I felt like a puppet master, guiding her through the halls and up onto the second floor where her room lies. I almost messed up a few times, catching up to her and bumping nose to vagina, but I played it off as just having a little fun. When we got inside her room, I found it far from what I imagined a typical mare’s room to look like.

The floor was wooden, but unlike the rest of the house, there was nothing covering it. The bed was a standard size, but had a metal headboard and frame. Most beds use wood as it is not only cheaper, but easier to make into a personalized design. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a small chest. It sat inconspicuously at the foot of the bed. As I started to try and look into Colgate’s mind, I found my magic not able to penetrate, my earlier spell preventing me from doing so. After making a mental note, I had Colgate hop up on the bed.

“Um, this is the, g-guest room. Do you mind, if we, um, at least go to, my, room?” If she made it anymore clear she was scared, I doubt she could have finished the sentence. She was shaking so hard the bed itself was quivering, and I really wanted to know why. I decided to leave her out of sight of the trunk. She must have been trying hard to come up with something to dissuade me, but the clicking of her trunk brought forth a great blush.

“Well, that is certainly interesting.” There were certainly toys inside the trunk, but it was what type of toys that both surprised, and delighted me. Cuffs, chains, ropes, magic nullifiers, gags of all varieties; all manner of orifice destroying devices. Of particular note, was a ‘fantasy diary’ she apparently kept. As I levitated it out, I could hear the whining from Colgate. I opened it, and I immediately became aroused, and with some more reading, scared. She had, to my amazement, fantasized about tying me up, and really giving me a ride. I was far from the only stallion in the diary, but mine was special. It showed me exactly what kind of stallion she thought I was.

“You must really like the fantasy of Big Mac and I, cause this is rather disturbingly detailed.” It was also the longest entry, but what really set it apart, was the scene. If Colgate ever did converse with Big Mac, this was a positive note in that he didn’t share his sister’s sentiments. It made things rather odd when a few paragraphs later, he was fucking me ‘in the name of AJ’. “Well, my biggest comment, will be keep your damn story straight. If he doesn’t believe I do what Applejack thinks I do, why would he revenge fuck me for her? Also, I am going to add a, new fantasy, to this book. I shall call it ‘Writ fucks Colgate for a few hours’.”

As she became terrified, I quickly cuffed her to the bed. She immediately tried to struggle, but with all four limbs bound to the bed; forcing her onto her back, there wasn’t much she could hope to do. All she managed from her struggling, was to move her tail to cover herself. It was cute, so I let it stay for a moment. I quickly looked through the journal to make it seem like I was skimming it, but I already knew her favorite scenario. It was what she did before I came around after all.

“Well, I simply can’t believe my stroke of good fortune. Not only do you enjoy the fantasy of a powerless partner. You enjoy the fantasy of rape. The only sad part, is that this will be a bit, backward from your fantasy. I’m going to enjoy this.” As I levitated a few toys onto the bed, she tried to speak, only to have a metal gag-ring forced into her mouth. As I locked it in place behind her head, she completely lost the ability to fight back.

Again, the feeling of being in control, of being the one with all the power, gave me a warm shiver. It felt amazing. I had originally planned for just another round or two, but after this, I wasn’t going to stop for a while longer. She was going to be on the receiving end of my newfound desires. After moving her tail, I plugged her cunt with an imposing toy that had several bumps on it. It was about the same size around as me, which gave me a small smile, and a little longer than me. The best part was, it had an ‘on’ button. When I turned it on, Colgate began to moan louder than I thought she could given her condition. I quickly put a spell on the room to soundproof it, and decided to help her get to her breaking point.

I took one of the larger ‘toys’ she had, one that honestly scared me, and aimed it at her exit. She looked to me for mercy, and though I felt a rush at denying her, I didn’t want a hospital visit to be my undoing. I quickly searched her trunk and thankfully found a bottle of lube. After a moment, I realized most of her fantasies involved doing this to a stallion, so she needed lube if it were to ever happen. I applied a coating to the object, and slowly pushed it in. She struggled of course, but even with the gas wearing off, she was in no position to fight back. I watched as she finally gave in, and the spell I had cast set within her.

With a smile on my face, I took a small toy and inserted it into her mouth. I watched the show for a while, enjoying the view as she came again, and again. I felt myself cooling off and realized that I was done for the day. So, with a final pat on the head, I left for the bathroom to freshen up. When I was done with my shower, I found her drooling rather hard, her body in remission from yet another round. Before she could build up again, I removed the objects, and finally freed her. I placed the used objects on the ground, and let her curl up into a small ball. As I watched her, the town center’s bell rang the hour. I did some simple math, and came to an interesting revelation. I had been going at her for two hours.

“Now that our, fun, has ended, let me get down to business. As you know, you have no right to refuse, but I will listen to what you say in these matters. The fact is, I want to know every appointment made here, and I want to know sooner rather than later.” She seemed to deflate even more, odd considering how broken she already was.

“I will let you keep doing what you have been doing, but I have a few things of my own I want to do to your customers. It makes it so much easier when they are put into a dreamless sleep.” She grunts and uncurls herself, leading me shakily towards her desk which sat in a room next to where I had used her. I look into it and find a few saddening things. First, most of her client base is male. Unsurprising, but disappointing nonetheless. At least one name in the ledger drew me into into a smile. My goals may be more attainable than I had thought.

“Alright, it seems Tuesday you will be taking care of Twilight Sparkle. For future record, she is off limits. Direct connection to the Princesses and all that. Friday Big Mac is coming huh? I want to be here then too. I may even help you get more fun out of him than normal if you are a good mare and report to me, secretly, about any new appointments. Is that clear?” I heard a grunt, but I wanted more than that. “What was that my pet?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good, then I’m off. Thank you for the, dental visit, Miss Colgate.” With that, I began to walk out, turning just as I reached the door to the outside world. I knew she would start to feel more complacent as time went on, but I wanted to check on something. As I reached the room where I had used her again, I saw her liking my dripping release off of the floor, a content look upon her features. A rush of power poured through my soul as I thought about it; my spells were meant to give a positive stimulus to serving me, but this was a positive stimulus to my sperm. A good thing to note for the future to see if there was a pattern. I then turned and left, with plenty to think about, as I closed the door to her home behind me.

Upon reaching my home however, I found a curious problem, my front door was unlocked. A moment’s hesitation filled me as I noticed that whoever it was had found my spare key underneath the stone that serves as my door step. They had the courtesy to wipe their hooves, but judging by the stone, they had done so hurriedly. Either I had a curious house guest, or I was dealing with a criminal. Pulling open the door with my magic, I kept myself on guard and entered the house. I closed the door and called out for whoever was awaiting me. To my complete surprise, I got a response. I quickly made a beeline for my room to see the one who had entered my home. A pony had covered themselves in my bed sheets, as if hiding for safety.

“Are you Mister Time Written? Vinyl told me to, come to you for help.” A sharp pain filled my chest. The only reason this mare could be here, is that Vinyl really did get into trouble.

“Well, I certainly hoped we would not meet this way Miss Melody.”

“Please, if you are anything like Vinyl said, call me by my real name.” She stood up, the covers falling to the ground, and I couldn’t look away if I wanted to. Her perfectly styled, black mane, grey coat that had barely a scuff mark, purple eyes, seeking safety within me, and an emblazoned purple cleft cutie mark on her flank; I knew who she was before she said a thing. But at that moment, I would give anything to hear her say it. “Call me, Octavia.”