Dank and musty. An aroma of old dust, and possibly a few cobwebs, hung in the air; mixing with the smell of cheap perfume. I could almost taste it, nearly coughing a few times. I was in a basement, listening to a mare ramble on, long past the point of our discussion. Her voice, once pleasant and feminine, became bland and boring. Her mint green mane and coat became stale as I began to understand the mare underneath. Her golden eyes shimmered with absolute delight, but I had already begun to lose interest. I came to this mare for my own reasons, but she had put me out of the mood. As she prepared to continue, I decided enough was enough. My purposes could wait until I fixed it. After all, if this is the report I will be basing my book around, I might as well right her biography.
“Miss Lyra. may I interrupt you for a moment?” Drawn out of her near sermon, she blushed, hiding her face.
“Sorry, I guess I got carried away.” She rubbed the back of her head with a hoof while sporting a goofy grin. She certainly seemed like any ordinary mare, but if you saw her sitting there, you’d understand exactly how odd she can be. She doesn’t sit like most ponies. She sits with her back straight and upright in the chair instead of leaning forward on her front hooves. Her hind hooves also look awkward, going over the front edge of her seat, almost reaching the ground, instead of sitting underneath her body, giving her a very odd sitting behavior. It interested me to find out she studied ‘anthropology’, a science that studies the mythological creature ‘human’.
“Indeed. At first you actually had me, but you need to be more, professional for an interview like this. you will have to give the same thing to any group you wish to prove your point to after all, and when I submit my book, I have a few papers that I will need to site and compare to those you wrote. Sadly, your papers are far from professional. This is a somewhat formal event and I want this to be taken seriously, unlike how I have felt things have been here.”
“You think that is why they don’t take me seriously?” she seemed genuinely confused. Certainly quite a few scientific authorities wouldn’t believe them myth, but sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.
“It certainly adds to your lack of credibility, but there are a few other things to deal with. I understand your passion drives you forward, but there is a limit. Add to that this is our first face-to-face and we get to the point where I honestly just stop paying attention. It is like getting punched in the face with words, and all I am doing is writing a book about what you tell me and the stuff I research aside from that. There are things past expeditions I have researched that could help, but you are the main individual I am using since you are knowledgeable, recognized by the Anthropoligist community, and relatively close-by. However, you show me things and talk to me in a very casual way, as if I was a friend in your community. Honestly, you also use terms I simply do not fully understand, and because of your refusal to stop, I became lost. Not to mention the environment you set up for this is not exactly nice. The artifacts you showed me are dirty, and frankly it makes me doubt your own enthusiasm which, for how you are doing this, is the last thing you want.”
“B-but if I clean them, the history of their dirt-”
“It could literally be any dirt, including whatever dirt has been created since the artifact was in here. It is the artifact itself that gives most of the knowledge about something, so please, clean them up. As they are, it could be fake and you’re hiding the fact with dirt. Of course they may call in another Anthropologist to substantiate your claim, but that doesn’t mean they also won’t just immediately discount you as well. It does happen on occasion.”
“O-oh. I see.” Crestfallen, she looked at one of her vases. It appeared old, but as I had said it could have been faked rather easily. Primitive pottery can easily be faked by those with time on their hooves after all. Having inspected them first hoof, I can tell some of this wasn’t done by any unicorn, the lines are nice, but not that nice, and the skill involved meant it also wasn’t done by a hoof, it was too good for that.
“It seems to me, that we have plenty to work on before I can make a book that will hold any weight, and after my book is out you need to understand what others will look at you with. The scientists you are trying to persuade will go into this, if they are doing This professionally, with an open mind. But, if you seem unprofessional and unprepared,; or worse, you seem to be faking, you will lose all credibility. They will have , at least in their minds, reasons to doubt you. The more you feed that suspicion, even if you can prove how real the artifacts, like the vase, are, it can still leave an impression. If they think subconsciously they should be suspicious, their word choice will change, and that could cause further problems for your side of the story.”
“Don’t they study things covered in dirt at museums?”
“They do, but that is because the objects are fragile most of the time. If you want, ask a museum to help validate your claim and get a paper from them as well. You are licensed, and therefore are trusted to be able to identify things, but having a third party say something is valid as well could help improve your image to them. Back to the main problem of what you are asking,” I levitate the object carefully into her view, showing her a very large dirt patch on one side, though from its weight I suspect something more than dirt also lies within. “why is an entire image, or possibly multiple images, still covered? It seems odd that for one, I didn’t notice it, and two, that someone who wants knowledge would deprive themselves of it unless something isn’t exactly up to par. For all we know, there could be a picture of a pony and human together in the dirt.” She seems to finally realize she has a lot of things she needs to work on. She fidgets in her chair a little before looking back at me sheepishly.
“I guess I should sit properly too, shouldn’t I?” You could almost hear the tears in her eyes. I wasn’t trying to be a monster about this, so it actually hurt a bit.
“Actually sitting how you feel comfortable is probably for the best.” Her constant emotional landslide since we started took a one-eighty as she heard the words. “For you, if you sat normally you would probably fidget a lot and feel uncomfortable. This leads to the feeling you are lying and could discredit you in their eyes, making them more prejudice than if you sat how you are used to. It would be ideal for you to sit formally or to not sit at all if given the chance, but in the scenario I believe will happen, you should be, okay.”
“I understand. I guess I have let things get a bit out of hoof here. I will clean this up, remove some of the dirt off the artifact carefully, and invite you back for a more,.professional, meeting.” As I got off of my seat, a large couch she kept down there incase she had guests, I stretched my back, enjoying the feeling of the cracking of my legs after sitting around for the past few hours.
“Alright then. Let me know when you are ready and I will come down here again.”
“Is it alright if we meet in the basement again? I try to limit my anthropology stuff to one room so I don’t look like a maniac.”
“That is fine. This is something that definitely is in the right step anyway. You know where to reach me, correct?”
“At your office during the day, and after six you are at home, except the weekends where you are off unless of scheduling.”
“Correct.” I get off the couch Lyra brought down for me as she gets out of her chair. I still can’t wrap my mind how she gets in and out of that chair so easily with how she sits, or even how it is comfortable to sit on your spine that way. Regardless, I have a plan, and I need her to be comfortable with me first. After all, if I have to knock her down to get what I want, I won’t exactly get to keep it so easily. As Lyra ushers me out of her home, I belatedly realize I don’t know what it looks like. After some light farewells, she closes the door, and leaves. Noticing nopony around, I quickly aim a spell at the door and release it. It seeps in, coating her house in a reactive spell that would be impossible for your average pony to detect. Happy with my work, I turn around and head home. This was a good first day.
***
Tuesday, three days since the meeting with Lyra, and I was bored. My patients apparently loved their Tuesdays, none scheduled for the entire day, as usual I sat in my office, watching my executive ball clicker go. I had done most of my work and as for my plans with Lyra, she would be in my hoof… eventually. Again I looked around the room, seeing if there is anything else to do while I waited for my shift to end.
My workspace is rather large, encompassing almost half the building I purchased, the rest being used as a sort of waiting room so to speak. In one corner of the room is a red couch, a gift from one of Ponyville’s most eligible bachelorettes out of sheer generosity when I invited her in one day to take a look. She quickly took a look around and decided to help me make the place more inviting, suggesting various curtains and placements. She virtually designed the entire building’s ascetics by herself. If I didn’t have my talent, I may have suspected something, but she was genuinely being a very nice mare. It convinced me to pay for her to make her thoughts reality and it certainly made a big difference. If it weren’t for that mare, I dread to think how this office would look.
Next to the couch was a large bookshelf, taking up most of the rest of the wall, and another bookshelf was next to my desk, which was opposite the couch. In the center of the room, between the desk and couch, were some chairs, and a table. Some prefered talking that way, and for non patients it was far more suited to the situation. I always had a candle going, and had several other means of scenting or unscenting the room. And I made sure to change the color scheme of the walls, paintings, and curtains every season to keep things nicer for my guests.
*knock* *knock* *knock*
I perked up at the sound,. Somepony actually came. I quickly felt a rush of adrenaline at the prospect of having something to do during the admittedly long time between my last appointment and the end of my work day. I quickly bound out of my chair and headed for the door. As I reached it, I stopped for a moment, using my magic to make things look as professional as possible. I may have found a solution to my boredom, but that didn’t mean I was not a professional. After a quick run through, I opened the door, to a pair of glasses with purple lenses.
“Boo!”
“Ah!” In a flash of white, she was inside, laughing at my jump as her neon-blue mane bounced with her entire being. I absent-mindedly look at her black double note cutie mark on her pure white flank before returning my gaze to her deep red eyes, now uncovered as she brushed away tears from her laughter. “Don’t do that to me Vinyl!”
“Psh. What is the point of being friends if I can’t make you scream every once in a while?” She invited herself in and closed the door as I got back up.
“So, is this business, or pleasure?” Her happy gaite stopped as she turns around.
“Business. I have a meeting with Prince Blueblood to display my talent to him and his guests at a party soon, and I need a little help.” Unlike her normal carefree attitude, she was sullen, almost depressed. For a long time she hadn’t exactly done well with stallions, preferring to back away or when she couldn’t for some reason, she would quiver and sweat quite a bit. I am certain that she has wet herself on one occasion as well, though he did come on a little strong even for a normal mare. She was the reason I specialized in long-term trauma therapy to begin with, and a meeting with a chauvinistic, ‘personality’ like Blueblood, with his dislike for commoners, was just the perfect fuel for that fire.
“I see, well, that doesn’t mean this can’t be pleasurable as well. How have you been since you left Hayburg High? We haven’t seen eachother since the after party for the graduation when you played those sick beats.” As we entered my office, I closed the door, turning the sign out front so that the door read ‘Busy’ on the other side.
“Well, I obviously still have my problem from, ‘that’, but beyond that things haven’t been so bad. I own a nightclub in Canterlot, though I employ mostly mares for obvious reasons. I have my own home, and I got a marefriend.”
“Well that sounds like you are on the right track with your life. Tell me, what is her name?”
“Melody.” Her mind raced, her body moving back, eyes going to the upper right. For a brief moment, her face held a look of fear. Even without my training, I knew she was lying,. But I know Vinyl, she doesn’t lie without reason, so I drop it. I likely wouldn’t know her anyway. For a brief moment, I wondered if I should give her a little something to calm her nerves. Now that I have had a moment, she seems to be rather, unsettled. More so than usual considering our physical distance apart. I think about my music and drop it when I realize most of it is classical, her least favorite musical genre. She probably wouldn’t be interested in hearing most of it. Especially my cherished cello solo records.
“Nice name. I guess the two of you have music in common, though I suspect she isn’t into dubstep.”
“Heh, you could definitely say that.” We argued a little about it, but besides that she likes a lot of the same music as me. It is, nice, to be able to just talk with her and know she will speak her mind honestly. She can read me like a book. She offered to come with me, but I convinced her not to. Her job doesn’t exactly give her much time off around this time of year.”
“Yeah, it can be a pain. How did you know I was here by the way? I haven’t had your contact information for a while and never told you I moved to Ponyville.”
“Oh, a friend of my marefriend mentioned that a ‘Time Written’ took over the Ponyville Mental Health Clinic and after a little research I found you were my friend from back in school. I would have visited you after that, but I only found out a few days ago and before I could get a plan together, well, you can see what happened.”
“You decided to see your friend who wanted to become a psychologist and just so happened to need a psychologist yourself. Kind of an unusual coincidence, but let’s get down to business, shall we?” With a puzzled look in her eyes, Vinyl laid down on the couch, fully ready to tackle the problem that has plagued her for so long. I don’t expect success, I expect progress.
“This is fine, right?” With a nod, she confirms that this distance is just fine, though I worry that this may fail. Except for family and a few close friends, not many stallions could get close to her physically. If I was one of them, well, this could be even harder than expected. “Alright then. Now then, I am going to approach you. If you feel uncomfortable at all, let me know.” As I walked towards her, I remember the day she got her phobia. She was crying in the middle of a group of stallions, guards and concerned adults trying to placate her. When I approached, the guards tried to turn me away, but she didn’t let me get far. Tears streaming down her eyes, she held onto me. Begging me to stay by her side for the moment. I ended up staying the night with her so she could sleep. In the days that followed I found out the truth, and I am honestly surprised she likes me at all. After all, it was my father that-
“Well, seems I still don’t react to you.” Shit.
“I am right next to you on this couch, and you don’t react at all. I am not going to be a great help for this part of it.” As I got up, I once again felt my eyes scan her. She was a looker in highschool, but that was nothing compared to now. She went from an attractive, skinny filly, to a very attractive, and perfectly full, mare in the span of a few years. Then, I noticed she is was fearful, looking at something odd. When I try to follow her gaze, I realize she is subtly pushing me off. It seems I nearly popped out of my sheath admiring her beauty.
“Oh my. How embarrassing, sorry!” I quickly leave her side, finding a place to sit and hide ‘myself’ so that she can calm down. I leave most of the room between us and make sure the door is opposite me so as to assure her she can leave and that no harm will come to her. This is not exactly ‘professional’, but Vinyl was once known for getting a kick out of this.
“I-it’s fine. I know you wouldn’t, touch me, like that without permission. But it still freaked me out.”
“I see, so your androphobia is centered around stallion, ‘equipment’, at least as it pertains to me. That makes things a little, more awkward honestly. I can try to help you socialize for the rest of my shift, but beyond that I don’t know how much more I can do for you beyond some rather, odd methods.”
“T-that’s fine. I so long as I can do this job without hurting my host, I am fine.”
“Speaking of your host, be careful around Blueblood. I hear he doesn’t exactly like ‘commoners’ and is not a fan of those who try and work their way up. He usually ends up trying to use them and then spreads slander about them. It seems odd he would invite you to a party, so I suggest making sure your marefriend is safe and that you have an escape route.”
“W-why her?”
“If I had to guess, she is not exactly a ‘commoner’. I also expect your marefriend is somepony whose name is, not exactly unheard of.”
“You are good at this. Guess that makes two of you that can read me like a book. I still don’t want to say her name, but what do you suggest?”
“Tell her if something happens, come to Ponyville and see me. I, or Rarity of the Carousel Boutique will help you two out. For future reference, Rarity has had, dealings, with Blueblood before and she can help if I can’t. The only reason I say me first is my experience with you. If she can’t find us, I will write down our addresses and she can let herself in.”
“You are being awfully trustful of me and my marefriend.” Suspicion, the killer of all good friendships and otherwise nice things.
‘That is because I have seen your memories and you wouldn’t lie to me. ’
“I want to trust my friend and the mare she loves.”
‘Not to mention you keep thinking about her amazing plot so hard I can barely block out her image.’
“Thanks Writ, it means a lot. I’ll deliver the message when I get back tomorrow. You got a place I can crash at?” Her smile turns into a bashful one. Like always, she doesn’t think very far ahead.
“Well, you can ’crash’ at my place tonight if that is fine with you. It isn’t extensively big, but it is still a three bedroom house.” Looking at the clock, I realize I am doing rather well on time. “And I am off the clock soon, so we can head there now if you want.”
“Cool! Let’s get going Writ!” With a smug smile, Vinyl headed out of the room. I made sure everything was in order, and that the entire place was locked down as I left. Once I knew everything was in its proper place, I headed out the door and ran into, of all mares, Lyra.”
“Hey Writ. I was hoping to run into you before you left!” She was certainly pleased with herself if her grin said anything. “I fixed up everything about my research and was hoping you could come by on Sunday at around seven to go over it again for your book.”
“I have nothing planned for Sunday at that time,. Sure thing.” I used my magic and locked the door behind me. Though, I did more then just cast a spell to lock my office. A little something on Lyra too. Might as well make things easier in the future.
“Great! See you then! I can’t wait to teach the world about ‘humans’!” Seemingly oblivious to Vinyl, she stormed off, my spell starting its magic in her mind. I know it won’t work too well right now, but with a little push-
“Who was that Writ?”
“Oh, that was Lyra, an Anthropologist that I decided to write a book with. And yes, it is about ‘humans’.”
“You sure she isn’t special to you at all?”
”Honestly, no. She has a great figure, but a lot of mares got a great figure. I know a relationship between us will sink rather quickly. Especially considering she is a homosexual.”
“She’s gay too?”
“For the last time Vinyl, you are clearly a bisexual with androphobia.”
“Can’t exactly like what you fear!”
“Didn’t stop you on hitting on me back in high school.” She blushed vividly as we walked to my home.
“I didn’t know myself then. I don’t like stallions that way.”
“Sure you don’t Vinyl, sure you don’t.” She obviously liked stallions that way, but her fear covered it up. Not that it mattered, she didn’t exactly have an easy path to any stallion that way so long as she had a marefriend. At least, without finding a scumbag like me.
***
Sunday at seven couldn’t come soon enough. As I waited outside her home, I found myself staring at her house.: two stories, yellow, with a straw roof. It was rather, decent, for a mare living off of a park lyrists’ salary. There is no way she expects everypony to believe she bought this on just that. It may pay decently and give her a little discount from working for the city, but with all she spends on ‘human’ artifacts, she can’t possibly believe this will work forever. And with my preparations, this should be fun though, at least for me.
“Hey Writ! Welcome back.” She put on her best grin as I turned around and saw Lyra, carrying groceries from the tail end of her farmer’s market sale run.
“Well I am really interested in writing this book, so I made sure to be here a little early.” She grinned sheepishly as she brought a hoof behind her head.
“Yeah, sorry about how long it took me to get here. Lots of ponies in the market with good deals today. Come on inside!” With a cheerful smile she walked inside, and I got a good look at her house. She really didn’t seem to have any major human artifacts just out and about her home, and it actually looked like just a normal home. It seemed she was honest when she said she wasn’t crazy. Then again, I hadn’t seen her room.
“You must like the color blue.” She entered her kitchen, and I followed after her.
“Yeah, blue is one of my favorite colors. In fact, my room is also mostly blue, though I have a variety elsewhere.” She packed up her groceries, light discussion continuing until we headed to the basement. Casting a glance back, I made sure the front door was locked and then I followed her downstairs. A swish of her tail lets me see something far more personal than I expected, so I looked away out of habit. A courtesy I would need for now. I would be getting a far better look in a little while anyway. Once in the basement, we resume the familiar roles of doctor and patient. Though she sat on the chair, while I took the couch. Everything certainly seemed different. The musty smell replaced by that of a disinfectant, and certainly not an unpleasant one at that. No question she cleaned. The walls looked to be freshly painted, and the couch felt cleaner than last time. It was almost refreshing to be in the environment. And as we began, I acted the part of the ‘researching author.’
***
“Alright, so that’s your theory and hypothesis on the ‘human’ myth, as well as a few pieces of evidence that, should the rest of this sound convincing enough, the scientific community will be wanting to see. Your research certainly is much better along and I will be certain to get this to the community for review quickly so the book can be made.”
“That’s good, but I still don’t like the idea of these photos and notes being the only sources.”
“Well, I wouldn’t worry about it too much. You have more stuff that you simply can’t transport so you have that backing you up. As for the future, although this certainly won’t be a very big book, it should increase the interest in the scientific community. After that, plenty of others could easily join in and you can get your studies on the fast track to new discoveries.”
“Thanks again for everything Writ!”
“No problem, Harpie.” Lyra stands stock still. Pupils turning into pinpricks among seas of gold as she looks at me. She doesn’t scream, she doesn’t shout, she merely stares. She doesn’t even try to use her magic as she swallows hard, clearly frightened by the name and the knowledge it could bring.
“H-how do you know that name?”
“I did my research on you. Can’t say I liked what I found.”
“You can never tell anypony.” Her words were rather hostile, a toss-up between a threat, and a bluff. I wasn’t entirely sure which side it landed on, and I figured she didn’t know either.
“Tell them what? The mare who plays the lyre peacefully in the park used to lure unsuspecting mares and fillies into gang bangs and then selling them off to the illegal Saddle Arabian Sex Trade?”
“I didn’t have a choice! They were either going to do it through me, or to me!”
“You got a lot of money for doing something you were forced to do.”
“I was preparing to get out of that town, to get away from the traders, and then go to the guard!”
“So why did you run away when the guard showed up?”
“Why would they believe me?”
“It’s not like the guard would have evidence that an individual named, ‘Harpie’, approached them first or anything, right?”
Lyra stopped dead in her thoughts, and began to take on a more aggressive posture, horn flaring with magic as she prepared for some course of action. Her muscles tensed as she prepared to strike at me, either to kill, or otherwise seriously injure me. I quickly decided I couldn’t wait to take action, and that I needed to take her down quickly, before she took me out. Doing my best to seem calm, I continue the conversation.
“Do you think I’d be unprepared?”
“I can at least silence you.”
“So you go from sixty years to life, or even execution.”
“If I silence you, no pony will know.”
“I told you, I came prepared. I have things set up so that, in the case of my death, all the evidence I gathered to prove you are ‘Harpie’ will be sent to the local guard. After that, hiding will become a lot harder in all parts of the world. If you could even escape here that is.” She stopped once again, her confidence gone. My spell from before was finally taking effect as her mental strength waned. She considered her options before sulking, realizing I had trapped her with her past. Any ways around it blocked from her mind by my spell.
“That isn’t me anymore. I haven’t done that since I left! I am a new mare, and I even fell in love! Please, just forget about this.”
‘Checkmate.’ It didn’t sound like me, but I paid it no mind, I had another matter to worry about.
“You just threatened to kill me.” She shrinks away before me, trying to be as nonthreatening as possible. “And as for your new life, I wouldn’t worry about it right now.”
“W-what?” Her pupils once again turn to pinpricks as a multitude of thoughts flash through her head. “I’ll do anything to get out of this. Just please, don’t tell anypony or kill me, please.” She began to cry and I felt myself smile. It felt odd to smile at a crying mare, but a part of me savored the power I was gaining over her.
“Become my toy.” She looks up at me, shocked that I would say such a thing.
“What?”
“Become my toy. Bend to my will and whims. You made all those other mares and even some fillies do it, why not fall prey yourself and understand their pain?” She opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water. She tried again and again to rebuke, but thanks to my spell and words, she thought I had all the cards and she was out of options.
“Alright, I agree.” As her spirit broke, she seemed absolutely pathetic. Her shoulders slumped, her eyes watered, and she lowered her head in shame. I watched her head glow with my magic, signaling that, mentally, she was mine. The spell was designed to influence a weakened mind, and this one worked perfectly. It guided her thoughts and actions to exactly what I wanted, and would keep her from realizing for now that I was already casting another spell on her. This one, targeting her now crumbled mind, making her subservient. It was outlawed a thousand years when it made civil servants of the Crystal Empire willing to basically be slaves, but thanks to the fact that it was once so prevalent, I was able to find a few books on it. I knew far more spells of a same nature, but some had, side effects I wasn’t yet willing to risk. Others, with more tame side effects, would be just too far for my current wants.
“Well then Lyra, why don’t we start like all of the poor mares you took- With a nice load down your throat.” She dropped all pretense of resistance. She just slowly walked to me, hips swaying a bit more than she probably would have wanted. I still couldn’t use the stronger spells that were mentioned, but there was no need for them just yet.
“C-can I just, you know. Stop at a blowjob? I want to save myself for... my current crush.”
“At least you know it is a crush Lyra. Very good. You do realize how big a hole you would dig yourself in with her, right? She is normally quite calm and pleasant, but she hates lesbians. She can barely stand bisexuals.” True, that mare was normally rather nice, but a few mares and stallions already had to move after she was done with them. Lyra just had enough history in Ponyville to save herself from the same fate.
“However, I could change her mind for you,” I stated. She gained a defiant eye, seemed I misjudged her a little. As she prepared to fight back again, I intercept her. “You should know better. What can you alone do? The first thing you did when you met her was drone on and on about humans and the fetishes some ponies have about them.” Stock still, I was right on target.
“How do you-”
“She talked about it rather openly. She would have accepted you liking humans, but to like humans and mares? She wanted you thrown out of town. If it weren’t for the fact that she had no legal right to do so, you would probably be gone.” Lyra tried to deny it, but knew she couldn’t. These weren’t rumors, they were well announced facts. She merely sobbed quietly as she began to rub me with her forehooves. She gave up. This is when I watched my spell flow through her entire body, cementing itself inside her mind as she accepted her place on her own. Good practice for later.
“Seems to me you’re enjoying this.”
She glared at me, but the combination of the growing smell of mare, and the wet patch beneath her told me all I needed to know. My spell was to blame of course, but for now, I could taunt her as I pleased. She decided to get it over with quickly after that, opening her mouth and devouring me. She probably thought about biting me clean off, but decided against it before the protective component of the spell took effect. As her mouth closed, warmth and wetness flooded my senses. The world disappeared, my shaft and the sounds she made became all that I could feel and hear. It sounded like she was enjoying it, but that could have just been my imagination. In the next moment, the sounds faded from my conscious mind as she began to pleasure me in earnest.
It was, heavenly. I certainly never felt this before, blanketing me in a warm, wet feeling. And when she used her tongue, I unconsciously bucked into her mouth a bit. This caused her to cough a little, but I knew she wasn’t in any real danger. As she recovered she decided to really show me what she could do. She pushed forward, her tongue a cushion as my member proceeded to the back of her throat. Taking the feeling from before and amplifying it; squeezing down as she continuously swallowed.
The feelings I was unaccustomed to quickly brought me over the edge, forcing me to copulate with her uvula. She continued to swallow, and before she could even pull back, the stimulation preparing me for the next round. She looked horrified as she pulled back, bringing my flopping erection back into view. She tried to say something, but when she saw my waiting gaze, she slumped, tears flowing freely down her face as she turned around, and moved her tail. It was, not quite the sight I had expected. She seemed pristine from stallions, bringing into question her previous show of skill. Then the smell hit me. The smell of a waiting mare.
My mind blanked for a moment as I closed in and took a quick sniff, followed by a lick. I tasted salty, with a hint of strawberries. That was all I could handle before instinct kicked in. Without much pretense, I lined myself up and pushed in. Lyra, didn’t wait. With one swift motion and a groan, she forced me deep. I felt like I had reached her deepest recesses, but then I pushed further, through her hymen. Surprisingly, unbroken. She probably wanted to hide the embarrassing fact that she never went that far with toys before.
“So, you really were a virgin. Congratulations on finally being a full grown mare, everywhere.” She growled, and began to push back into me. Her tight walls like a vice, trying to crush me with their rhythmic milking. Every inch of my girth was trapped, flooding my senses with pleasure. Again my world became only my shaft inside of her as this continued. She must have really wanted this to be over, as before I could become accustomed to the sensations, she began to buck back at me, pushing in and out as fast as her body could take. Her grunts initially sounded painful, but as time went along, and I started to buck my hips into hers, they turned into moans of pleasure.
After a time, an extreme pressure built up inside me, continuing until I flooded her. Unlike what I expected, Lyra didn’t stop moving. Opening my eyes, I realized she was on the edge too, and soon, that vie became a rippling wave of pleasure that attempted to crush me, and an impressively loud moan. The sensory overload quickly pushed me into releasing round two. I felt a twinge of pain in my softening erection and pulled out. Landing on all fours as I admired a few drops of my seed from her once virgin hole. It was belatedly I realized she was completely at my mercy, her own mind still blanked from the pleasure. But I had everything I needed, her, and my notes.
“Well, I am done here.” A light smile met her features as she flopped to the ground, exhausted from the motions, before being replaced by a neutral expression. Far too tired to even feel angry. Her reaction was probably satisfaction from the spell for serving me unfortunately, so she wasn’t yet completely broken. It made me happy though; the power of the spell and its ingenious way of breaking a pony. Doing what I want gave rewards, and soon she would take those rewards freely. “I will be back sometime in the future, but do be your normal self in public. We don’t want to draw any suspicion.” With that, I grabbed my notes, and went to her front door, after I felt myself ‘pop’ into place, I left, a smile on my face. One mare down, dozens to go.
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.”
