“Miss, have you analyzed the layout of our job yet?”
With a flick of the wrist, a top hat flew through the completely dark room, soaring in an arc until it landed at rest atop a light blue mane. The addressed mare looked up from a large scroll hovering in front of her face before she levitated it below her muzzle. Her violet eyes scanned over the stallion across from her as the last button clasped into the slot on his tuxedo. An eyebrow raise accentuated the alabaster stallion’s previous question as he shifted his gaze to the back of the scroll. He immediately looked back at the mare, who brushed a pink lock of hair behind her eye and smiled.
“Yes… of course, Sir,” the mare’s gentle voice responded as she rose from the chair she was sitting in and levitated the scroll onto the nearby table. “I scoped out the area the other day, and I’d have to say that this is going to be the easiest job yet.”
The stallion smirked as he illuminated his horn. A black pair of dress slacks shot from the room’s open closet over to his hand. He stepped into them and after another projectile shot into his other hand, he fastened the pants against his hips with a silver belt. The stallion adjusted the hat upon his head while the mare continued.
“Two guards past the front doors and two in the bank vault. Around four tellers, each with an ID card around their necks. Not sure what the cards do, but I’m sure that they take us to the vault.”
“Naturally,” the gentlecolt said. He walked over to a corner of the room, illuminating more of the small space with his horn as he grabbed a pair of cufflinks and fastened them to his wrists. After socks and dress shoes, the “Sir” turned towards the mare and held out his hand. The mare smiled and reached underneath her table. After grabbing her target, she threw a cane through the air and the stallion closed his hand around it, bringing it to the ground as he shifted his weight onto it.
“While I’m not a fan of Canterlot bank architecture, I cannot let virtuoso stonecrafting stop us from acquiring our goal. And what is that goal, Miss?”
The mare bit her lip as her horn dimmed. She walked over to the bed and slid to her knees as she shuffled a hand underneath the covers. She smiled when she pulled out a light pink masquerade mask and fashioned it upon her face, opening her eyes when it was secure.
“To send a message, sir.”
The mare slid a hand down her side, pressing the rose corset against her skin before the hand traveled farther down.
As the mare’s fingertips slid underneath her lacy, black garter belt, she smiled and laid back against her bed, closing her eyes as a myriad of clothes from all directions of the room levitated towards her. A headband fashioned over her mane, keeping hair out of her eyes while elbow-high gloves traveled up her arm and rested atop her fingertips. A lacy pair of panties slid up her legs until they fastened snug against her hips, clipping with the garter belt to hide her winking slit. Hiding her panties was a black skirt that slid up her legs and stopped at the middle of her thighs. Pitch black boots and stockings finished her attire as the mare opened her eyes with a gasp. The Gentlecolt had pressed the metal tip of his cane against her belly button and smirked as he held out a hand.
“Having a little too much fun suiting up, Miss?” he asked as he raised the cane and pressed it back against the floor.
The mare looked away with a blush as she twirled her fingers against her palm. Before their very eyes, a rose appeared in her hand and she held it out to the stallion. “Just… learning from the master,” she mumbled as the weight of the rose was lifted from her palm.
The stallion raised the rose to his muzzle and gave it a long whiff before a flick of his wrist transformed his rose into a crimson tissue. He held out the tissue. “You’ve got a bit of drool right there.”
With quickly reddening cheeks, the Miss wiped away her desire from the edge of her lip and tucked the tissue into her glove. She held out a hand, which the stallion grabbed. He pulled her back to her feet and stepped back from the mare to admire her handiwork. “Well well, someone’s a little too eager to get home after all this, aren’t we… Fleur?”
Fleur De Lis ran a finger up the stallion’s chest and rested it against his chin before she pressed her lips against his. Both of them opened their mouths, exchanging saliva as their tongues wrestled against each other for dominance. But as his hands traveled up her back, running along her spine, the mare’s composure quickly melted underneath him. Shivers ran down her spine and she moaned lightly into the kiss as her tongue was beaten back and forced back into her mouth. The Gentlecolt ran his tongue along her teeth before he pulled back. As the two broke the kiss, a small strand of saliva connecting their mouths, Fleur broke it with a soft moan.
“Say my name,” The stallion growled as he nibbled on her bottom lip.
“M… Master,” the mare squeaked out as Fancy Pants grabbed a handful of her mane and pulled her head to the side. His tongue ran up the side of her neck, setting her nerves on fire as he moved up to nibble on her ear.
“You’re goddamn right.”
~~~
“Freeze! Hands in the air!”
Two horns illuminated and shot warning beams of light that incinerated the marble tiles in front of Fancy Pants’ feet. Fancy Pants frowned as he did what he was told, raising his hands in the air, his cane within his pointer and middle finger while the two Canterlot Guards took a step closer to him.
“How rude of you two. Marble is very expensive to replace. You two just ruined a completely good floor, because you couldn’t get a clear shot,” Fancy Pants said, his eyes focusing on the twelve ponies that all fell to their knees with their hands in the air the moment that he walked through the doors. Once he turned his eyes to the guards, he couldn’t help but grin.
The two guards were shaking in their greaves as they approached Fancy. The both of them reached their hands up to grab Fancy’s cane, but once their fingertips pressed against it, both guards immediately tensed up and cried out. Their bodies spasmed before they lost their balance and leaned against Fancy Pants, who quickly lowered his hands to grab the stallions softly by their muzzles, as if training two dogs. As a mare screamed out in horror, Fancy Pants chuckled and gave the two guards a light push, forcing them onto their back. He flicked his gloves against his fur and looked over to the screaming mare.
“No need to worry, Miss. Simple static enchantment upon the cane,” Fancy said as he twirled the cane over his head and pressed it back against the ground. Fancy’s horn glowed and the doors behind him slammed shut and locked while he adjusted his hat, which was jerked askew by the guard’s sudden command. He walked around the ponies waiting in line and stopped once he reached a teller’s desk, since a mare was kind enough to run into the corner of the room, leaving the spot open for him. He let go of his cane and folded his hands on top of the desk as he smiled at the shivering stallion behind the glass.
“Hello there, good sir. If I may ask, how much do you believe is in the vault today?” Fancy Pants asked.
A stallion behind Fancy Pants growled, but Fancy paid no mind as the employee managed to find his tongue. “Um… I don’t go inside of the vault… G… G…”
“You can go ahead and say my name, Son.”
The stallion gulped. “Gentlecolt.”
The growl increased in intensity before the group of metal poles was pushed aside by an angry stallion.
“Enough from the clown! Why doesn’t anyone stop this joke!” the stallion roared. “He’s weak!”
The stallion grabbed one of the metal dividing poles and detached it from the rope binding it. He gripped the pole between his hands and smirked. “You think you can steal from us Canterlot folk and just walk away?!”
“Well, I do believe that—”
Fancy Pants turned around just in time to see the metal pole soaring in the air towards his head. His eyes widened as he grabbed his cane with both hands and jabbed the tip against the pole. It soared perpendicularly above Fancy’s head and lodged into the ceiling above him. With blind rage and fury, the stallion charged at Fancy.
Fancy placed his top hat upon the teller counter before he sidestepped the charging stallion. He wrapped his arm around the stallion’s neck and with a shift of momentum, the stallion’s head was planted into the marble floor. He squirmed and rose a fist to punch Fancy, but he wrapped his legs around the intruding arm and crossed them, bending the arm to an un-Celestian shape. The stallion’s struggling slowly minimized to a stop as Fancy released him from the sleeper hold. The bank crowd merely stared at him as Fancy stood up, picked up his top hat and placed it back on his head. With a sigh, he turned back to the teller and smiled while he brushed some dust off of his suit.
“There, uh… where were we?” he asked.
The teller’s jaw hung open as he stared ahead at the locked doors behind Fancy. In response, Fancy stepped to the side, right in front of the teller’s line of sight as he tapped his cane against the glass. He frowned.
“Hello? You know, it’s rude to keep a customer waiting.”
The teller blinked before he nodded and ran a hand along the ID card hanging from his neck. He slipped it off and placed it into the gap underneath the glass. Fancy Pants smiled as he picked up the card and dropped it above his head until it settled against his chest.
“Thank you, Sir.” Fancy Pants glanced down at his watch and pointed behind the teller. “One last thing… uh… don’t turn around.”
The teller was about to question him when a large “thwack” echoed throughout the room. The teller’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell forward, banging his head against the desk as he collapsed. The other four tellers retreated against the wall in fear as Fleur De Lis smiled now that her beloved was within view.
“Sorry that it took me so long, Master. I didn’t know that the roof was going to be so hard to climb,” Fleur said as she walked around the desk and slid over the one section of counter that wasn’t reinforced with glass. Fleur pointed behind her at the door with a sign labeled, “Employees only” and pulled an ID card out of her cleavage. The card was a different color from the teller cards; it glowed an ethereal blue as she traded cards with Fancy.
Fancy’s eyes widened as he examined the card while Fleur walked over to the locked door and swiped his card, unlocking it with a small “beep”. He chuckled as he tapped his cane against the floor, the hard knocks echoing throughout the room.
“Well I guess we better get started, we don’t have all da—”
Fancy’s ears twitched and his eyes narrowed as he shifted on his heel.
An empty bank stared back at him. Fancy turned back around towards the teller desks, only to find that the tellers were also missing. He closed his eyes once more while his cane tapped upon the floor again and again. Upon a particular tap, he heard an anomaly within the echo. Fancy Pants smirked and raised his cane. He swiped it diagonally down across the air, feeling a sudden jolt of pressure through the wood and a moan of pain as a mare materialized in front of him and fell onto the floor.
“Ah… I was wondering when you were going to show up, Miss Radiance,” Fancy Pants mumbled as he pressed his cane back against the ground. “I was beginning to think that we would not be graced with your pres—AH!”
Pure, unadulterated pain assaulted Fancy’s eyes as a blinding flash beamed throughout the room. He stepped back a few inches and immediately felt his balance leave him as his legs were swept out. Fancy fell on his back and his cane was kicked out of his reach, where it slid across the floor and tapped against the wall.
Radiance growled as she stepped down upon both of Fancy’s wrists, pinning them within the indents of her high heels as she stared down at him. She placed a hand to her head and tried to rub away the numb feeling in her neck before she glared into Fancy’s eyes once he opened them. Fleur De Lis remained out of her vision as she spoke.
“You know as well as I do that I don’t allow crime to pay in Canterlot,” Radiance replied as she shifted her heel to the side, bending Fancy’s hand to a painful angle. “I would think that a true gentlecolt would know to earn their riches rather than steal them.”
Fancy Pants winced as he looked towards his wrist before he stared up at the femme fatale. From the gemstones in the mare’s hair, to the endowed bosom that threatened to pop out of her outfit any moment, to her bottoms that hugged the treasure within, Fancy Pants couldn’t help but feel the blood begin to pool in his lap. He swore that his dress pants were a bigger size than what he currently wore.
Rarity however, wasn’t able to see the desire in Fancy’s pants due to her focus on his face. She gritted her teeth and arched her heel even more, threatening to break Fancy’s wrist if he continued to ogle her like a trophy wife. “Stop looking at me like that, you pervert,” Radiance muttered as she raised a foot off of his hand to kick him across the face, but that was just the opening that Fancy needed.
Fancy reached out and grabbed her heel right as she was going to connect. With a pause to let Radiance contemplate over what she had done, he gave her a push. Radiance lost her balance and fell backwards off of Fancy Pants, but not before she delivered a calculated stamp on Fancy’s crotch. Fancy yelled out in pain as he sat up and slid away from the mare, a hand covering his junk while Radiance fell onto her back.
Fleur De Lis’ eyes widened upon seeing her master fall. She dashed to Fancy’s side and smirked as she flicked her wrist in Radiance’s direction. A rope of connected multi-colored handkerchiefs lashed out at Rarity like a snake until they grabbed onto one of her ankles. Rarity gasped as the handkerchief began to pull her in.
“L… let me go!” Radiance yelled out as she kicked out her captured foot a few times until her high heel fell off. She illuminated her horn, but moaned in pain as her vision began to haze over, a pang of throbbing pain assaulting her mind. She panted and kicked out against her bindings, eyes bulging in fear as she stepped onto the handkerchiefs with her other foot and twisted her heel to try and tear the fabric. Fleur’s smirk merely widened.
“Poor choice.”
Fleur flicked the bindings in her direction and then pulled, clasping the rest of the handkerchiefs around Radiance’s ankles until her legs were tied together like a Thanksgiving turkey. Radiance sat up to grab at her ankles, but Fleur went on the attack, tackling Radiance back to the ground and holding her arms spread eagled with Fleur’s spread legs
Fancy Pants shook off the pain and groaned as he stood up. He smiled upon seeing Fleur holding Radiance hostage and he flexed his wrist to make sure that no bones were out of place. Luckily enough, Radance didn’t maim him, merely warned him. Fancy Pants walked over to Radiance and grabbed her legs as she reached up to try and kick Fleur in the back. His gloved hands slowly traveled up the pink pantyhose that covered her legs as he cooed and licked his lips.
“I know that you can’t fight back, Radiance.”
Radiance’s skin crawled as the Gentlecolt’s hands traveled up her leg. She immediately struggled and cried out in pain as Fancy kicked her legs back down and immobilized them with one painful stomp. Fancy clicked his tongue and flicked the mare’s pantyhose, watching as it sprung back into place. Radiance emitted a moan of disgust and struggled against his hands, but remained defenseless as she stared into Fleur’s eyes, the pink hues malevolently making double takes between Rarity’s bountiful orbs and her eyes.
“Can we keep her, Master?” Fleur asked as she ran a fingertip down Rarity’s cleavage, the other hand sliding underneath Rarity’s pink vest to feel the small amount of arm that wasn’t covered by her elbow high gloves.
Fancy Pants chuckled and nodded. “Yes of course. I’m sure our new friend wouldn’t mind a little ménage à trois,” he said as he slid his hands up to Radiance’s other ankle and removed the high heel. Her toes were brought before the light and he ran his fingers along the arch of her foot, feeling the mare jerk in response.
“Ah, she’s ticklish as well.”
Radiance growled and jerked against his grip as Fancy lowered her legs back to the floor and placed both his hands against his cheek, imitating a sleeping child.
“Put her to sleep, my love. We can have fun with her at home.”
Fleur nodded and she reached down to cradle Radiance’s neck in her arms. Then, without warning, she began to squeeze.
Radiance choked and began to panic. Her hands clenched, but her wrists remained immobile by the other mare’s adept splits technique. She reached her legs up to try and push against Fleur’s back, but the pressure quickly leaked away as her senses shut down. Her eyes slowly fluttered shut as her head relaxed against Fleur’s breasts.
Fancy walked over to his cane and picked it up, leaning on it once more as Fleur picked up Radiance and tossed her onto her back. She walked over to Fancy, took his hand into hers, and then walked with him into the employees section of the bank.
By the time the Canterlot Guard managed to bust open the bank door, all that was left was a single bit coin on the marble floor, a pink lipstick stain on the tails side, covering “In Celestia We Trust.”
~~~
“5… 5 and a half… 5 and three quarters…6! 6 million, Master.”
A gigantic pile of bits settled against one of the bedroom walls after being released by Fleur De Lis’ magical grip. She smiled as she turned to Fancy Pants, who chuckled as he placed his top hat upon the desk in the corner of the room. He turned towards their bed, where they put their toy.
The heroine was still out cold. Her wrists and ankles were each tied to a corner of the bed by a rope of Fleur’s multi-colored handkerchiefs. Not a single piece of her costume was removed from her figure, probably since the Gentlecolt’s act had not yet begun. The only clothing that Radiance lacked was her vest, which now laid in a corner of the room on top of the mountain of bits, which in turn revealed her bare shoulders and sides. One extra addition was given to her: a small piece of metal that wrapped around the middle of her horn. Fancy Pants smiled as he lifted his cane and gave the small metal a light tap.
“Six million bits and change?” Fancy Pants asked, his eyes on the metal covering around Radiance’s horn. After all, it was all he needed.
Fleur nodded and licked her lips as she turned to focus on Radiance. She walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, her fingers dancing along the sheets as she gave the heroine’s body a once over.
“Can we play with her now?” Fleur asked, anxiousness permeating her tone despite her desire to remain calm.
Fancy’s smile widened as he raised his cane and pressed it against the spandex that covered Radiance’s right breast.
Her back arched, pushing the cane against her nipple while her mouth uttered a mix between a whimper and a moan. Despite the sudden burst of pleasure, Radiance’s eyes did not open. Apparently she was a heavy sleeper, which was just as well. Fancy Pants wasn’t sure if he wanted his new pet to wake up just yet, since there was a mare on the other side of his bed that he needed to attend to.
Fancy Pants sighed exasperatedly, but his smirk alleviated Fleur’s worry.
“Well, I did promise that we could play when we got home.”
Fancy Pants walked over to Fleur’s side of the bed and sat down next to her. He raised a hand to cup her cheek.
“Alright my cute little mare. We are going to play with her, but I suggest you enjoy her while you can. I’m going to take her back to the bank when we are done, since a beautiful mare like her doesn’t deserve to be kept like a dog in a kennel. One night, and maybe if we capture her again, we can have a second try. Understand?”
Fleur nodded and pressed her lips to his while her hands began to tug on his suit, pulling the buttons out of his shirt while her tongue wrapped and wrestled with his. Fancy Pants slid a hand against the back of her corset while the other rested on her hip, toying with her garterbelt as he flicked it against her fur.
Fleur squeaked and broke the kiss as she felt Fancy Pants rub her hips, sliding his hand ever so softly towards her core before he would pull back and rest on her hip again. A small strand of saliva that bridged their muzzles was broken by Fleur growling in lust as the final button on Fancy’s suit was tugged loose. She threw it off of him, only to be met with Fancy’s undershirt.
Fancy chuckled as Fleur began to push her flank against his hands, glaring at him while her hands slid down to the belt upon his slacks. The obvious bulge within throbbed as her soft touch brushed up against it, cupping it with her palm before she undid his belt within seconds and threw it across the room.
Right as Fleur tried to touch Fancy’s slacks again, he grabbed her hand and pulled it up, before he pointed it towards Radiance’s prone body.
“Ah ah ah. You wanted a pet for the evening. I’m not going to throw her out,” Fancy said as he released Fleur’s hand and walked around to the other side of the bed.
Fleur frowned, but turned to Radiance and slid onto the bed, attention switching to the sexy spandexed mare. She remained nearby while Fancy sat at Radiance’s other side and rubbed her on the forehead to try and softly wake her up. Within a few more rubs, the heroine’s eyes fluttered open.
Radiance’s eyes widened upon seeing Fancy’s shit-eating smirk and she growled as her body spasmed, immediately trying to struggle out of her bonds while her horn illuminated up until it reached the metal in the middle. With a cry of pain, Radiance’s struggling ceased and she fell back against the bed, chest rising and falling with her pants as she gritted her teeth.
“Well, nice to see that the null-magic device is working nicely,” Fancy Pants said as he raised a hand to flick the little piece of metal.
Radiance recoiled and arched her back as pain radiated throughout her skull. “Let me go, Fancy Pants, if you know what’s good for you,” she muttered, eyes glaring daggers into his own.
Fancy’s smirk softened as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the cane that was once dropped on the floor during his passionate kiss with Fleur. He then stood up from the bed and leaned against it, looking down at Radiance with a quizzical expression.
“Oh? But my dear Radiance, you are not in a role to be giving threats,” he replied as he lowered his cane, brushing the bottom of it against her spandex-covered nipples.
Radiance squirmed and bit her lip, her composure quivering in order to prevent uttering any noise caused by him. The enemy.
“You see,” Fancy continued, “you’re completely at our mercy. You used all of your magic to teleport the Canterlot citizens outside the bank, leaving you completely helpless. Just to be safe, I have that magic-dampening device upon your horn, but the one thing that made you a superheroine is now gone. You are nothing more than a toy to us now.”
Fleur grabbed Radiance’s leg and ran her fingers up the pantyhose that creased up underneath her knee. Radiance jerked her leg in response and tried to turn her head towards Fleur, but Fancy placed a hand on her head and forced her to look at him.
“Now, see, this is the problem with heroines. You all think that just because you’re a heroine, the world is going to let you win.”
Fancy grabbed one of Rarity’s arms and untied it from the bed. Upon her suddenly trying to overpower him, he gripped her arm and pressed it against her breast.
“Now… I knew you were waiting for me. You thought that you were going to outsmart us, but you were too cocky. I grew accustomed to your magic and now, I get to enjoy your body because of it. But don’t worry, I have a potion that’s gonna get you nice and loosened up. Soon enough, you’ll be begging to join the right side. Fleur, check the dresser drawers for me.”
Radiance struggled and grunted in pain as she kicked her legs and shook her tied arm. Unfortunately, the weight that was beginning to pool upon her body forced her to stop.
“I’ll never join you,” Radiance muttered, unable to answer any more due to her panting.
Fancy merely clicked his tongue as the hand on Radiance’s head left to outstretch for the potion.
“You see, my little Radiance, Equestria is not a land for heroes to win. That’s boring. That’s the end of the story, if you will. The public, they all wanted you to fail from the start.”
Radiance growled. “They? Who are the public?”
Fancy flicked off the cork from the vial, his smile turning into a smirk as he lowered his head to kiss Radiance’s forehead.
“The ones who came to see you.”
As he lifted his head, he jerked it in Fleur’s direction and she nodded. Fleur gripped Radiance’s legs and held them still while Fancy punched Radiance right in the gut, knocking the wind out of her. Right as Radiance attempted to inhale, Fancy poured the potion down her throat and she had no choice but to swallow as he closed her violet-stained lips with his own. As the final drop settled into her stomach, Radiance’s stomach glowed before it subsided.
Radiance’s azure eyes glazed over, her fingers and toes curling while her face began to brighten. She panted and stared into Fancy’s eyes before she gritted her teeth and growled, hands clenching into fists.
“You think your potions are going to… hah… work on me?” she asked defiantly, but her wanton moan seemed to answer the question.
Fancy chuckled and raised his cane and lowered the tip upon her breast. With a slight shift of his fingers upon the cane, it shot a spark of electricity throughout her body.
Radiance moaned like a bitch in heat, arching her back while her hands gripped the bedsheets. Right as she tried to relax her back, Fleur rested her shoulders underneath Radiance’s hips and began to lap at the spandex that covered her slit.
Radiance moaned louder and struggled with her free arm, but it only became heavier as Fancy rubbed his cane against her nipple, hardening it under his dexterous touch. Once it stuck out amongst the spandex, Fancy dropped his cane near the bed and reached for his pants.
“Looks like it’s working so far. How is she down there, Fleur?” Fancy asked as his slacks fell to a heap near his ankles.
“Like a… unh… dripping quill,” Fleur managed to utter under her suckling as she raised her head, chin visibly moist with Radiance’s fluids.
“Very good, keep at it,” Fancy replied as he pulled down his garments to reveal a throbbing, black cock. He readjusted himself until the tip was poking against Radiance’s closed lips.
Radiance sucked in her lips and shook her head, uttering noises of disapproval until she was silenced by Fancy’s hand. He gripped her hair and pulled on it, forcing her to face him. Fancy laughed once more as he glared down at the mare, eyes turning into pinpricks while his grip on her hair intensified.
“Now now, Radiance, I can’t give you a gentlecolt’s fucking if you aren’t working with me. Now, open your mouth.”
Radiance shook her head, but the sudden nibbling from Fleur upon her clit exploded a newfound pleasure within her stomach. She moaned out, her legs wrapping around Fleur’s neck while her desire began to leak down her thighs. Within those few seconds, Fancy took the chance.
“Hllk!”
Every inch, medial ring and all, forced its way down Radiance’s throat until Fancy’s balls had tapped against her chin. Radiance gagged, her free hand pushing against Fancy’s hips so that he could pull up and out of her throat, but his grip on her mane gave him the perfect leverage to remain in place. Her eyes watered, her throat burned, and her lungs begged for the obstacle to be freed.
Fleur giggled as she looked up from Radiance’s thighs to see the bulge in her throat and her lover balls deep inside of another mare. Her core burned with desire, jealousy, that Radiance was getting more attention than her. She nuzzled Radiance’s clit with her nose before she raised her head to give it a small nip.
Like a button, Radiance’s body immediately clenched up from the pleasure that bombarded her like a tidal wave. Her free hand gripped Fancy’s hip, but her complete lack of thought left it without action as her ankles crossed over each other, pressing her thighs into Fleur’s neck. Fleur’s eyes widened before they burned as Radiance’s winking slit squirted her juices onto her face. Immediately she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to Radiance’s soft, pink flesh, lapping up the rest of her lust as if it was the final drops of broth at the bottom of a bowl.
Radiance’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as her arms and legs finally relaxed. Fancy loosened his grip on her hair and slowly retreated until only the saliva-coated tip of his cock was poking against her cheek. Radiance coughed and stared through hazy eyes up towards Fancy, the small amount of consciousness given to her slowly bringing her back into the real world. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, wiping up the excess drool along the sides before she opened her mouth again, staring at the throbbing mass that almost knocked her out for the second time today.
“Perhaps I didn’t need the potion,” Fancy replied, smiling ear to ear as he poked the head of his cock back against Radiance’s lips. His entire shaft was stained with lines of violet from Radiance’s lipstick, which only made Fancy’s length throb even harder in desire as he stared back into the glaring eyes of his pet.
“What’s the matter, Radiance? You’re very quiet,” Fancy asked. “It is unbecoming of a lady to leave a man’s question unanswered.”
Radiance darted her eyes towards the cock in her face before he looked back up to Fancy, lips unwavering despite the rising and falling of her chest. Fleur was still working her over, lapping at her lips despite the orgasm that rocked her form merely minutes ago. Radiance’s face was completely flushed with color. The sides of her mouth leaked drool as she continuously pressed her thighs into Fleur’s neck, egging her on despite her desire for it to stop and be over.
“Stop! I’m sensitive!” Radiance managed to say since Fancy didn’t have his full attention on her. “I’m gonna cum aga—HLLK!”
To the hilt, Fancy’s cock pushed into Radiance’s waiting lips, his hand gripping her hair harder than before. He growled as his balls slapped against her chin and he began to thrust into her throat, bulging out her pretty neck with his enormous length.
Radiance’s eyes began to space out. Again and again, her lungs burned with the desire from oxygen as it was literally thrusted out of her throat right as she began to breathe. Her airways kept being blocked, and the desire for air soon turned into the desire for spunk. The musk… the disgusting smell of Fancy’s cock became her oxygen. The taste as it leaked down her throat along with her drool began to imprint within her mind and soon enough, Radiance opened her lips a little more, allowing some sounds of her acceptance to echo into the room.
“Gluk gluk gluk.”
Fancy groaned out as he fucked Radiance’s throat, his cock throbbing and leaking precum in the same vain that Radiance leaked her juices. The wet heat of her mouth was simply divine, and it only got better as the heroine’s tongue began to do its job. He felt it slithering around his length, trying to add to the pace that he himself kept as he continued to fuck her throat like a marehood. Soon enough, the electric bolts of pleasure that shot up his spine alerted him to his forthcoming orgasm, and he pulled out of Radiance’s mouth and began to jerk.
“Open wide,” Fancy murmured.
Radiance opened her mouth, and in seconds, her sparkling white teeth were stained with the opaque fluid as Fancy shot rope after rope of his spunk directly into her mouth. He groaned and jerked himself some more and aimed at her face. Upon her mask, her cheeks, and finally her gem-encrusted hair, Fancy emptied his balls until the mare shined like ivory.
Radiance’s eyes stared off into space, tongue lolling out of her mouth as she panted and swallowed the load that she was given.
“I can’t… think… so… good…”
Her free hand held Fancy’s hip, begging for him to remain close by, but he stood up from the bed and chuckled as he pointed towards Fleur.
“Alright Fleur, my turn,” he mumbled.
Fleur looked up from her job, face shining in pussy juices and she nodded her head. She moved out from underneath Rarity’s hips, giving them a break to rest on the bed as she crawled over to Rarity’s front. She giggled as she licked off some of the cum from Rarity’s face and swallowed, moaning as she felt the heat slide down her throat.
“Unh… Fancy… you said I was next,” Fleur whined as she turned around to show her wet panties, mirroring the soaking qualities of Radiance’s lips.
“Right after I’m done with Radiance, you will get your turn,” Fancy replied as he untied the bindings around Radiance’s legs and pushed her knees to her stomach. His flaccid cock slowly began to grow to its throbbing size once again as he rubbed it against the soaking spandex that now covered Radiance’s slit. With a simple shift of the hand, her lips were now visible and he brushed his flared tip up against her.
Radiance moaned out and attempted to arch her back, but Fancy kept her in place with her body shamelessly under the mercy of the man that she attempted to defeat. Now he was reaping the spoils, and from the looks of it, he was in for quite the treat.
Fleur slid her panties down her legs and threw them across the room, growling as she knelt over Radiance’s face, before she plunged down, burying her lips atop Radiance’s mouth. Fleur moaned out and rocked her hips as she arched her back, biting her lip in desire.
“H… hurry up and fuck her so that I get my turn!” Fleur yelled out.
Fancy raised an eyebrow, but decided not to respond since he was now fully throbbing and ready. He spread Radiance’s legs even more and stared down at her marehood as he pressed his head against it. Her lips were tight, resistant… almost playing hard to get with him. But with the saliva coating his member and how wet she was, there was no way that this game would last for long.
He bucked against her and slid inside, reaching the medial ring before he stopped and groaned out. Radiance’s toes curled and her hand gripped the bed sheets as a moan vibrated throughout Fleur’s pussy lips, causing her to moan as well. Fleur rocked her hips as she looked down at Radiance’s breasts, safely covered by her costume. She pulled the costume down and began to play with her tits, grasping the erect nipples and tweaking them as she moaned.
Radiance responded with the use of her tongue once her consciousness finally came back to her. She darted her tongue across Fleur’s folds, only to feel her eyes roll into the back of her head as Fancy slammed into her marehood, sending every inch of his well-endowed cock into her body. She felt the wind being knocked out of her as he pulled out, only to slam into her again and again. Her marehood leaked onto the sheets, dripping with desire as Fancy began to create a rhythm in her body while Fleur rocked atop her lips.
Radiance’s body couldn’t handle the onslaught of pleasure as she felt the head of Fancy’s cock hit deep into her insides, challenging the fragility of her cervix. Her tongue stopped its work on Fleur with one particular deep thrust, which bypassed her cervix and pushed the head of Fancy’s cock straight into her womb. Her stomach bulged out, the head of his cock completely visible despite the covering of her costume, and this only prompted Fancy to continue.
Fancy licked his lips and bucked, fucked, slammed, and abused Radiance’s body, each time bulging out her stomach with one proportional slam of his hips. Radiance’s body squeezed his cock in turn, milking it for the seed that would no doubt seal the libation of her defilement. Radiance could barely focus on her cunnilingus duties again before the bubble of pleasure within her stomach popped.
Radiance screamed into Fleur’s lips as she came. Her marehood clenched around Fancy’s cock like a vicegrip and as if on cue, Fancy groaned out and shot ropes of his cum into her womb, widening the bulge inside of her. He bucked a few times, riding out his orgasm before he pulled out and stroked himself a few more times.
His cum shot onto her legs, staining the pantyhose while another few ropes shot onto her bare breasts, which sank into the fabric of her costume as Fleur let go of it, letting it snap back into place. One last rope shot against her neck, forming a perfect line of beads, one of his favorite gifts. As the final rope of cum shot onto Rarity’s ankle, Fancy exhaled and fell back against the bed, letting Radiance’s legs fall on top of him while Fleur continued to ride her face until her inevitable orgasm.
As all three costumed ponies laid upon that bed, Fleur crawled back over to Fancy and licked her lips as she kissed him, closing her eyes and sliding until she was straddling his waist. Upon breaking the kiss, she moved closer to whisper into his ear.
“Are you ready for round 2?” she asked as she bit down on his ear.
Fancy smirked and suckled on her neck. “She’ll be out cold for a while. I’m always ready.”
As both Fancy and Fleur began their lovemaking, Radiance’s eyes slowly closed as she gulped down the taste of Fancy’s and Fleur’s juices. Her whole body felt like lead, and the warmth and extra weight within her womb sapped any potential energy out of her.
“I wanted to be bred… I wanted a foal…” Rarity’s mind echoed as Fleur pushed her onto her bulging stomach and out of the way. “I’m gonna have Fancy’s foals… I’m gonna be his...”
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The first thing that hit her was the pain in her hips.
Within the empty vault of the Canterlot Bank, the motionless body of Radiance laid upon the floor. Her ankles and wrists were tied together with her ass facing the doorway, as if inviting whoever dared to come inside. Both her marehood and ass were full to the brim with cum, and her costume was completely void from her naked body. Her back was lashed with ropes of white, while her face was covered like an exfoliating mask. The white upon her chest and breasts seemed to be different shades of white, as if it were more than just Fancy’s cum covering her.
Radiance’s eyes shot open and she moaned in pain as she felt a bead of fresh cum leak onto her eyes. She shut her eyes again and relaxed her tense back as she laid there on the familiar marble floor.
“Unh… I’m in the bank again…”
Radiance rubbed her eye against the floor and stared up at the ceiling once the burning sensation was gone. She shifted onto her back and looked down her body, at her nakedness that was covered with fresh spunk. She growled.
“While I’m asleep too? Such a ruffian…” Radiance mumbled as she looked up at the small bang of hair that dropped in front of her eye. “Now if I can just…”
Radiance straightened her legs and pulled her tied hands close to her chest. She attempted to pull her hands apart, and was astounded once the handkerchiefs fell apart in her hands, splitting into five multi-colored pieces of cloth. As she reached her hands up to free her horn from the magic dampening device, she realized that it was taken off while she slept. Radiance rolled her eyes and sighed.
“Overthinking things again,” she mumbled as she pulled apart her legs and stood up. Her nose wrinkled as the smell of cum filled her senses. She grew dizzy and stumbled until she placed a hand on the vault wall and tried to gather her composure.
“That’s what I get for not being careful,” she said as she walked over to the vault door and peeped outside into the hallway. Not a single soul was in the building, which made Radiance sigh in relief as she looked back at the small pools of spunk that used to surround her body before she got up. It was evidence… but Radiance had nothing to put it in. Sighing in defeat, Radiance walked out of the vault and slid through the back door of the bank, covering her breasts and marehood as her horn glowed. Within seconds, she turned invisible.
“I’ll capture you next time… Gentlecolt,” Radiance mumbled as she began to limp back to her hideout. “Ahh… but… if I was captured again… I don’t really think I’d mind…”
