WARNING: This fic is set in an alternate universe where bastardised reincarnations of your favourite little ponies get up to some nasty stuff. Also "Spike" has a prominent role. Read at your own risk.

Things are looking up for Climax Gargle, the aspiring protégé of the titillating tyrant of Molestria, Kinkess Incestia. That is, until the Kinkess discovers that her restless, obsessive, stalker-prone student has not only placed several hidden cameras within her frequently occupied bed chambers, but stumbles across her ever willing pupil orally extracting monthly motherly muffin sauce from the royal tampon disposal rack. In the hopes that she will learn a lesson about crossing social boundaries, Climax and her fleshlight-packing dragon plushie Spike are commissioned by Incestia to conduct some research into the many fetishes that are present in the realm of Molestria, and report back their findings as well as the name of ponies discovered to be harbouring any sexual fantasies from the knowledge of their royal mistress. Climax begins her search in Ponyville, where she discovers a lot more than her floppy little horn can handle.