Fall of Equestria: Reign of Mares

In the Beginning

Lucky waited nervously in front of the Carousel Boutique. He double-checked the address on his work chit, even though he knew there could be no mistake. Something about the place seemed different, even if he couldn't put his finger on what. There was a faintly different smell in the air, and maybe a sound was there that hadn't been there before, or one was missing that he hadn't noticed until just now. The place at least looked as inviting as it always had.

It took close to a minute before Rarity finally came to the door. "Hello, so sorry to keep you waiting," she said. "Please, come in." She opened the door wide and gestured inside.

A moment passed before Lucky could find his voice. Mistress Rarity looked stunning. She was wearing a black corset and stockings that perfectly complimented her already gorgeous figure, covered up only in name by a nearly transparent negligee that glittered as it cascaded around her. Her coat had a radiant shine, even for her, and her smile held a sultry edge that could arouse as much as the rest combined. Lucky became awkwardly aware of a stiffening in his pants. "P-pleased to meet you," he stammered out, quickly stepping inside. "My name's Lucky Clover." He extended a handshake. "Applejack told me I'd be working for you."

Rarity ignored his hand, instead pulling his work chit from his grip. "Ah, I see," she said, reading it over. "You're the last to arrive. Follow me, please."

Lucky followed her as she stepped daintily away. He forcefully drew his eyes away from her swishing tail and lovely hindquarters and observed his surroundings. The boutique was unusually cluttered, filled with clothing racks and fabric stacks of materials he wasn't sure he recognized. "Watch where you step, please," Rarity advised. "I'm having some workers in this week to put in the new basement, and they'll be finishing up this afternoon. It may take me a few days to get everything organized, I'm afraid, so for now you'll be working out of one of the fitting rooms."

"That's all right," Lucky said. "It's still a nice change from getting my hands dirty." Rarity was frostily silent at this, so he tried again. "I'm not sure I recognize these designs. It looks like you're starting with a Manehattan-style base, but... incorporating cuts and materials from the caribou?"

This made her perk up considerably. "Yes, absolutely! The caribou have been creating quite the scene in Manehattan. Distant Shores alone has the entire world of undergarments wrapped around her little finger. They are truly opening our eyes to how much of our industry was devoted to pleasing the tastes of a few beastly old stallions. It's been incredibly liberating since that old structure was torn down. 'Self-Gratification Without Objectification' as the saying goes." She sighed faintly, but had a smile on her face. "Of course, it's exhausting to try to keep up as one's preferred art form changes drastically before one's eyes, but this past month has given me the chance to expand in so many new directions. And one simply cannot describe the relief of finally being able to help others dress for their own beauty instead of for the eyes of their husband or date." She beamed back at him and fluttered her eyes. "And I am so glad to finally meet a stallion who agrees."

Lucky didn't recall agreeing, but he nodded just the same. "Well, I'm happy that you're happy," he said neutrally. "All I know is that mares love a stallion in a fine suit."

Rarity's smile flickered. "That... may not be the case for much longer," she said. She cracked open a thin door that was partially hidden behind a mannequin in lingerie and called out in the direction of the stairs. "Coco! Could you come help me get our new guest set up, please?"

"C-coming!" a muffled voice yelled back. A short and slightly mousy mare hurried down to them. "C-Coco Pommel," she introduced herself, holding out a hand. For some reason she wasn't quite able to look Lucky in the eye. "I'm Mistress Rarity's new assistant."

"Lucky Clover. Me too, I guess." He shook her hand. She blushed a little at his touch. This mare was dressed much more modestly, in a simple working shirt and skirt, and next to Rarity her face was incredibly plain. But in her cheeks and the furtive movements of her eyes there was a sweet, almost innocent cuteness that the beauty queen herself didn't possess. Lucky found himself smiling when he looked at her. He felt, in a small and subtle way, that his day had suddenly gotten a lot better.

"Chop chop, you two," Rarity said. She pushed the door open again and hurried them inside.

The fitting room was large for what it was, though cramped for an office, even more so with all three of them inside. Lights provided illumination from every angle and a wide mirror filled the far wall. A lot of the space was taken up by a filing cabinet and a writing desk with some strange black apparatus attached to the bottom of it. A small water cooler bubbled in the corner. There were two chairs behind the desk; Lucky immediately pulled out the nearest one, but then stopped. From the hard seat what appeared to be a piece of rubber in the shape of an intricately detailed stallion's member wobbled up at him.

"Oh, don't mind that," Rarity laughed quickly. "That's just a prototype." She levitated it out of his grip and hastily shoved it out the door. She stepped over to the filing cabinet. Lucky couldn't help but stare as she bent over. "Now, your job is going to be..."

Just as her delicate fingers touched the handle of the top drawer, a loud knocking echoed through the building, coming from the direction of the front. "Oh! That must be that client I was expecting." She straightened up and brushed past Lucky on her way out. "Coco, take care of this one, will you?"

"What?" Coco Pommel caught Rarity's wrist as she stepped back into the foyer. "But Rarity, you said-!"

"Now, Coco." Rarity turned and gave her a stern look. "What have I told you about not being a team player?"

The shorter pony visibly withered under her look. "Yes, Mistress Rarity," she mumbled.

"That's a good girl. I'll be back in just a few minutes." She vanished, shutting the door firmly behind her.

Lucky shuffled on his hooves, tasting awkwardness. Slowly, Coco turned to look at him with a new kind of nervousness. She seemed a little more apprehensive about being in the room with him, but also a little flushed. "So, um..." She looked away and rubbed her arm uncomfortably. "Please, um... t-t-take off your clothes, and sit down."

Lucky blinked. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Please," Coco repeated, "t-take off your c... your clothes, and sit down."

He still didn't immediately move. He waited, expecting Coco to leave the room, but she just kept not-quite-looking at him expectantly. Watching for her reaction, he reached up to the top button on his shirt, but hesitated. "Are you sure?" he said. "Rarity's not going to come back in here and ask what I'm doing, is she?"

"No..." Now she even sounded a little bit miserable. "This is Mistress Rarity's idea. It's part of a new program she's trying out. All the other stallions are the same way. Please," she said again, with a small, desperate gesture. "If you don't, Mistress Rarity will think I'm being difficult again."

He couldn't argue with that voice. He started to strip, all the while half-expecting more ponies to come barging into the room with cameras flashing. As his shirt came off he saw Coco chewing her lip, trying not to look at him, and blushing intensely when she did. An inner part of him swelled with pride; he'd been working out in preparation for when the dating field became less toxic again. He was still no model, but judging by her face his efforts had been paying off. Without really thinking about it, he made a show of it as he removed his pants, flexing his arms as he slid one toned leg out after the other.

It started to feel hot, just the two of them so close together in that tiny room. Lucky's imagination flared; although he tried to keep a professional face, in the back of his mind he started to wonder what just what kind of "work" Rarity expected him to do with this adorable assistant of hers. He stopped again as his thumb slipped under the brim of his boxer shorts. "Everything?" he asked.

"Everything," Coco practically whispered, forgetting to hide her stare.

He slid the boxers down, baring himself completely save for his black collar. Coco covered her eyes, but peeked from between her fingers. Lucky's tool stood at half-mast, growing steadily thicker as the subtle opening of her mouth put more ideas in his head. "Um..." Her lips flapped, forgetting her lines, until she shook her head and aggressively turned away. "Sit down," she said. "I'll, um, set you up."

Lucky sat down. The remaining chair was not particularly comfortable, but suitable for office work - and, he reckoned, much better than the one Rarity had moved outside. From here he could get a better view of the object underneath the desk. It looked like a basic magical current generator, with a few modified wires hanging and a pipe dangling from the underside. But instead of examining it more closely, he watched the edges of Coco's skirt as she tremblingly approached the filing cabinet. She knelt down and opened the bottom drawer, producing a small object that Lucky couldn't place. It looked like a black rubber ring, which started to unroll as Coco tugged at the end of it. For a moment Lucky mistakenly identified it as a condom, an ancient birth control device from before tenderfreeze leaf had become a popular salad topping, but then recognized that it wouldn't work with a hole cut in the end. This, for whatever reason, was just a dick-sized rubber tube.

While Lucky tried to puzzle this out, Coco rose and rounded the desk to him. She pushed the desk back a few inches and, without saying a word, knelt down in front of him. Lucky's heart started to pound. His dick rose to its full height, pointing straight towards her lips, which unconsciously parted to taste the air. But while the rest of her face was flushed, Coco's eyes showed fear. As she edged closer she repeatedly glanced at Lucky's hands and up at his face, which, despite his efforts, he was sure looked hideously eager. With badly shaking fingers, she lifted up the rubber ring and started to unroll it over Lucky's cock.

Or, tried to. The material pinched painfully around the head of Lucky's shaft, and it only rolled down a little over an inch before it slid off. Coco tried again, then again, growing increasingly frustrated and then desperate as the tube refused to stay on. Lucky shifted, uncertain if he was doing something wrong. If it had been another mare, he might have suggested that what it needed was a little "lubrication" to get it going, but the fact that she seemed near tears held him back. He was reminded of his experiences with Roseluck, and not in a good way. "Um..." he finally said, hoping for some change as the rubber snapped off of his dick for the eighth time.

All of a sudden Coco stood and fled from the room, leaving the door open. A cool breeze hit Lucky, letting him finally realize how hot it had gotten in the small room. He took a gulp of air, trying to clear his head. Between Rarity and Coco, it was going to be hard to stay focused on whatever he was supposed to be doing here. He wondered if it would be polite to close the door. He also wondered how many other stallions had arrived that morning, hiding naked behind the walls. He felt a pang that he couldn't quite name as he wondered if the two beauties outside had been performing the same procedure on each of them.

Coco was presumably whispering, as Lucky could only overhear Rarity's responses from the room outside. "Coco, I told you, when I'm with a client I'm absolutely not to be... What do you mean, it doesn't fit?... Yes, it's supposed to do that, just... Oh. Oh, I see. Now that is interesting." There was the faint scrape of a chair. "Miss Melody, I am so sorry to do this to you, but I've just been informed that one of my workers has some rather exceptional equipment that needs to be attended to rather urgently. You understand, of course."

A primal part of Lucky couldn't help but feel a little smug. He'd never thought of himself as having an especially big dick - once one caught a glimpse of the bulge that Applejack's brother was packing in his jeans, it was hard for anyone not to feel inadequate - but hearing Rarity of all ponies talk about him that way returned his shaft to diamonds. He got even harder when she reappeared in the doorway, a set of sexy red-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, and peered at him over the frames like she was inspecting a priceless work of art. "Oh, yes," she said in a sultry voice. "That could certainly be a problem."

She snapped out a tape measure and took Coco's place on the floor in front of him. Coco followed and shut the door behind her, leaning against it with her head down. "Yes," Rarity mused, rolling the tape down Lucky's many inches, "it's a good thing you brought this to my attention. Clearly, the next model of the Satiator will have to accommodate a much wider range of sizes. Much, much... wider," she repeated to herself, double-checking her measurement for Lucky's girth.

The tape measure felt deliciously cool against his skin, while the light brushes of Rarity's fingers were teasing to the point of madness. "Sorry, what's this about?" Lucky asked, no longer able to keep his curiosity contained.

Rarity ignored the question, instead just beaming up at him. "You certainly are a lucky find for us, mister..." She waited.

"...Lucky Clover," Lucky reminded her.

"Yes, you certainly are." She patted his penis as one might a puppy and stood up, crossing over to the filing cabinet. "Won't be just a minute," she said.

She opened the bottom drawer of the cabinet, then faced directly away from Lucky and bent all the way down to it. She raised her tail and swished from side to side as she pulled out materials, giving him a perfect view of her stockinged legs and pearly white ass, concealed from him only by the very thinnest of thongs. In typical fashion, Lucky could only gawk while she wiggled back and forth in front of him. She took her time rummaging through her supplies, shifting her perfect, slender curves all the while, to the extent that Lucky knew there was no way this could be unintentional. He'd heard of having junk in the trunk, but this was ridiculous.

With what little blood remained in his brain, he wondered idly if all this was some sort of test. Was Mistress Rarity trying to seduce him? Was the way to pass to vault over the desk and fuck her senseless right then and there? His dick said yes, and his muscles flopped and clashed in his seat as different parts of his body tried to agree. Both his cock and his brain started to hurt. He finally dragged his eyes away and glanced at Coco, whom he realized had been staring at him just as hard. Immediately she turned her gaze away as well and folded her arms, staring poutily at the wall.

As if she'd been waiting for this, Rarity finally straightened up and turned around with her arms full. Her horn lit up and she did several things at once: floating Lucky's clothes over to Coco, spreading a sheet of thin black rubber over the desk, raising up a pair of scissors, stretching out her tape measure. With a speed that came more from flawless coordination than the movements themselves, she produced a slightly curved rectangle and floated it over to Lucky's cock, wrapping it snugly around. It was a comfortable fit, stretching from the base to just before the tip, with a texture that he couldn't quite compare to anything he'd felt before. Crossing around again, Rarity touched a finger to her horn and carried a spark from it down to the rubber sheath, sealing its edges together. When the magic faded, it was impossible to tell where the seam had even been. "Ah, that's better," Rarity said, admiring her work. "Now, I really must be getting back."

"But that's only half the spell," Coco protested as Rarity made to leave. "It doesn't have the same charge that the other ones d-"

"I know, I know, Coco, but I simply can't keep my client waiting." She took Lucky's clothes and bustled out the door. "I've warmed it up for you," she called over her shoulder. "Just give him a quick blow job, will you?" Before either of them could respond, she shut the door.

Coco stared silently after her. She slowly faced Lucky, not by turning toward him, but by carefully backing away until her back was pressed against the furthest wall. Her face was hard to read; she was flushed and quivering, but also disconcertingly tense, like a rabbit waiting for the wolf to make the first move. Lucky stared back, feeling more confusion than anything else. "Um, what did she say?" he said.

Coco started to creep forward. "I'm, um, I'm going to give you a blow job now," she said. "Is... is that okay?"

"Um..." He laughed awkwardly. "Yes?" His cock gave a much more concise answer, twitching impatiently within its new clothing. It strained harder and harder as she stumbled across the room and dropped to her knees in front of him again. He held his breath and gripped the chair tightly as she put her hands on his thighs, licked her lips, and then, with another fearful glance up at him, pressed her lips against the head of his cock.

Lucky let out a massive groan of release as her mouth touched him. It had been a few weeks by now since he'd gotten any action, and he'd been starting to worry that this whole morning was going to be one gigantic cocktease; finally passing the point of no return was an enormous weight off his mind. She kept kissing his shaft, opening her mouth a little wider each time, then stretching to take him inside of her. Her cheeks puffed and for a moment she just held him there, looking up at him as if for approval. And when he nodded, she began to suck.

The feeling was incredible. Coco slowly pushed her head down, her teeth grazing him as she inexpertly licked his tip. Her inexperience only served to make her cuter to him - but even so, he was accustomed to getting sucked off by the best. This teasing was torment; his aching need needed more. He half-consciously jerked his hips forward, forcing another inch of flesh into Coco's mouth and hitting the back of her throat. She gagged, immediately breaking away from him and gasping for air. "Uh... sorry," he said sheepishly. She just closed her eyes and forced herself back onto him, holding something in.

The longer it went on, the harder it was to get into it. He just sat there and let Coco try to figure out what she was doing. And in fairness, she was succeeding; she started to get a rhythm going on her comfort zone of the first inch and a half of his cock, slowly easing up on how often her teeth rubbed him. He could barely feel the rubber tube, and in places it even added more pressure to his most sensitive spots. And dry spell aside, Coco Pommel was easily the cutest mare he'd had on him all year, if not even longer. But every time she looked at him, it was as if she was afraid he was going to hit her. She winced when he looked at her, forcing herself further down on him even as she choked. As blow jobs went, the feeling was just passable. It looked amazing. But every whimper from her just made him wonder if any minute now she'd be running away and sobbing, never to be seen again.

The tipping point came when she took both of his hands and put them on either side of her head, giving him complete freedom to fuck her face as he had before. The look of desperate helplessness in her eyes was too much; he felt himself losing his boner in her mouth. She felt it too, rubbing the length with her fingers to try to stir some life back into it. "P-please," she begged, letting him drop limply from her mouth. "You have to stay hard. It won't work if... if you don't..."

"Yeah, I'm... I'm sorry." He scooted his hips back and gently pulled her hands away. "I don't think this is working for me."

Now she looked like she was about to cry. "I'm sorry," she whimpered, sinking lower than ever. "I'm no good at this. You're r-really sexy, and I was trying so hard, and-"

"No, no. It's not you." He reached out to her, quietly fanning his own ego. She at first flinched away from his touch, but when he immediately withdrew as well she looked up shyly at him. "You're really pretty, and you were doing, um, a good job," he said. He thought about Roseluck's face and gulped. It was one thing that he'd been a jerk once, but he couldn't in good conscience make the same mistake twice. No, not even for a blow job. "It's just... it's really obvious that you don't want to be doing this, and that's a pretty major turn-off for me. No offense."

She sniffed. A note of surprise entered her voice. "Really?"

"Really." He smiled at her and helped her up. "Rarity was being too hard on you. I shouldn't have let her push you to do that. I don't even..." He laughed at the absurdity of it all. "I don't even know why any of this is happening."

Coco trembled. She took one small step toward the door, but then stopped, as though realizing she didn't have anywhere to go. Then all of a sudden she was on Lucky's shoulder, quietly weeping. "I don't either," she whispered.

Words caught in Lucky's throat. He tried to analyze the situation rapidly as blood rushed back to his brain. His aching blue balls told him to make a move, but he couldn't risk scaring her off. Slowly, he started to move his arm, and when Coco didn't pull away from him he put it around her, making sure to keep it chaste. "It's okay," he tried.

"It's not okay." Coco dropped to her knees again and clung to him tightly. "You're the only stallion who's come in all month who hasn't tried to touch me. They keep grabbing me, and making me sit on them, and trying to make me kiss them... They keep doing it whenever Rarity turns away from me. She never listens to me. Sometimes... Sometimes I think she's letting them do it. And then she takes them into the back room, and I keep hearing noises..."

Lucky's dick perked up at this, but the noises of Coco on his shoulder cooled him off. "What's gotten into her?" he asked.

"I don't know!" Her hands balled up into fists. "She never talks about friendship any more. It's all stallions and penises and what a mare should be and, and machines. She told me that she brought me to Ponyville to teach me about the world, but... What am I supposed to be learning?"

For a moment an alluring thought leaped into Lucky's mind: of a world where mares were taught that they only existed to serve cocks, and lived as slaves for the constant pleasure of stallions. He immediately brushed this off as ridiculous. "I'm sorry," he said.

"I just wish I could help her." She sighed. "Ever since she started going to those meetings... no, before that. A little after I got here, I heard her having an argument with somepony from Canterlot. I didn't see who it was, but she sounded important. She told Rarity there was no market for dresses any more and she needed to start a bra and panty line right away or she'd go broke. They shouted for an hour and then Rarity locked herself in her room. I could hear her crying all day. And when she came out..."

She sobbed and shook her head. "She doesn't want this. I know she doesn't. She keeps saying that she's happier now, but she's not. She's angry, all the time. It feels like everyone's angry, and we keep taking it out on each other, and no one even knows why. I just... I just want things to go back to the way they were."

She rested her head against him. Taking a cue from past dates, Lucky kept his mouth shut and just let her cry. Eventually, she sniffled and nuzzled him. "Thank you," she said. "No one's ever listened to me since I came here."

"It's the least I could do." He gave her a squeeze. "Rarity's out of line. I can understand if she's upset, but she shouldn't be dragging you into this." He hesitated. "Um... whatever this is. Why exactly are we doing this?"

"Oh. Um..." Coco hesitantly pointed down at his lap, keeping her finger well back. "That thing you're wearing," she said. "It's kind of like a record. It makes a copy of anything physical that happens to it. Mistress Twilight Sparkle helped Rarity make them in exchange for the data she gets from them."

"Seriously?" Lucky looked down at the black tube on his dick. It utterly failed to look menacing. "She's using you to collect blow job samples? That's messed up."

"I know. I wish I could stand up to her." A hint of a smile graced her lips. "I wish I was as strong as you. I didn't think any stallion would want to say no to a blow job."

Blue balls made themselves known again in an uneasy regret. It would have been nice to keep having Coco sucking him off. If his guilt hadn't kicked in at exactly that moment... If the situation had been less absurd... If Coco had been just a little less terrible at giving head... He gulped and pushed back how close he'd been to using her face like a toy as she'd offered. Even now, there was still some part of him that was calculating how to get her on her knees again. "I like to think I'm pretty average," he said evasively.

"I wish that was true. But you're not. Thank you." She moved back a little and looked away shyly. "I've, um, never had a penis in my mouth before," she said.

It was kind of obvious. "Never?"

"No. I've, um..." She looked at the floor. "I've never even kissed anyone before."

His flirting instincts kicked in. "Really? A pretty thing like you?"

"It's not that no one wants to kiss me." She turned away and leaned back against the chair, holding her knees against her chest. Her head rested on Lucky's leg. "Lots of ponies have tried to kiss me. But I've never kissed anyone back. Rarity says that a first time is an outdated concept and I should just enjoy myself, but... I've still always wanted it to be special." She leaned back and looked up at him. "Is that dumb?"

Lucky could barely remember his first kiss. Or his first blow job. Or even his first fuck. He wasn't even totally sure that they'd happened in that order. "I dunno," he said with a shrug. "I thought the whole point of this pro-mare movement was that I'm not allowed to judge you any more."

"It's not always the stallions who do the judging," she answered quietly.

"Well..." He shifted slightly, blood pumping. "I know the answer I'm supposed to give is that you should do what's right for you no matter what, but... it's really hard to make that call with you so close and without any clothes on."

Coco giggled. But she didn't move away. She turned slightly and craned her head back, staring at the dick so tauntingly close to her. "I..." She flushed red. "I could try again."

Lucky's chest tightened in conflict. "You don't have to."

"Yes I do. Rarity gave me a job to do. And maybe, um... I kind of want to. A little." She stared with a shy hunger, at once shrinking away and drawing herself closer. "This isn't how I thought my first time doing this would go, but... as long as no one's making me... I just don't want it to be a disappointment."

Lucky's heart cracked. "Wait..." She started to rise, but he put a hand on her shoulder. "To be honest..." His balls ached and quivered like they wanted to leap up into his throat and strangle him, but he kept going. "It would feel wrong to get a blow job from a mare if I haven't even taken her out to dinner."

Her ears flicked up as she caught his meaning. "Are you asking me to...?"

"If it wouldn't be too awkward. I'm free tonight, if you are. I think. Promise I'll keep my pants on."

"Yes!" She jumped up, shouting a little too loudly. Her smile quickly faded. "I mean, maybe. If Mistress Rarity says it's okay. I'll think about it."

"That's all I can ask," Lucky said, feigning calmness.

And then the door opened.

Mistress Rarity cast her eyes about the room, quickly locking into an expression of annoyance. "Coco, are you still not done in here?" she snapped.

"Mistress!" All of Coco's plucky demeanor vanished. "Mistress, I-I-I-"

Rarity stormed over to Lucky and, before either of them could get a word out, grabbed his shaft by the middle and rolled it between her fingers. "Why, this penis is bone-dry!" she exclaimed, apparently unaware of her own pun. "Did you even put your mouth on this at all?"

"Hey, leave her alone!" Lucky started, trying to rise.

"Quiet!" With a barked order, Rarity shoved Lucky in the middle of his chest. He weakly fell back onto the chair. For some reason, her touch alone had made him feel like jelly. "Coco, I simply do not understand you," she continued, shaking her head. "I lock you alone in a room for ten whole minutes with this, and your mouth doesn't even begin to water? Come here." When Coco just shook, she sighed and tried again. "Please come here. I promise, you are not in any trouble."

Coco crept forward as close as she dared. In a dainty step, Rarity swept behind her. "Just look at that," she said, holding her head still as Coco shyly tried to avert her gaze. "Quite the delectable body, don't you think? Don't you just want to ravage it with kisses? Don't you just want to eat it all up?"

Coco nervously chewed her lip, turning redder than ever as she was made to stare hard at Lucky's muscles. "Yes," she squeaked.

"Then why don't you?" Rarity nuzzled her lovingly. "I know it must be painful, to be so inhibited. But there's simply no reason to hold yourself back any more. Enjoying a stallion's body is something to be celebrated, not ashamed of. And I know that it will make him very happy, too." She playfully nipped Coco's ear, then pushed her forward with a light smack on her bottom. "Now go on," she said. "Have some fun!"

Coco didn't move. She dragged her gaze up to Lucky's eyes, and the pair just stared at each other silently, in mutual understanding and uncertainty. "Oh, for Glacia's sake," Rarity eventually huffed, giving up. "Coco, must I do everything for you?"

She pushed past Coco and dropped to her knees in front of Lucky. "Now pay attention," she said, pulling her mane back into a ponytail. She flicked a spark down from her horn that vibrated the rubber tube and made his cock tingle, which he assumed was her initial spell resetting itself. "This is something that you're going to have to learn how to do at some point."

Lucky raised his hand in half-hearted protest. Rarity slapped it down, forcefully spread his legs, and then proceeded to give him the best blow job of his life.

It was incredible beyond words. Just a few licks were all it took to get him hard as diamonds again, and then her silken mouth enveloped him and slid halfway down his length in a single gulp. Rarity sucked like a goddess, gliding her silken lips up and down his shaft with lubricated ease. Lucky moaned uncontrollably with each plunge. The room swam in front of his eyes; the world became lost to him except for Rarity's face contorting into a fucksleeve around his cock and the gleam of her jiggling tits just below. Then he lost himself completely and threw his head back with eyes shut tight, grunting and groaning and resisting her hands to push forward with his hips. Her tongue swirled around as she took him to the hilt, which was enough to push him over the edge. He cried out and tensed his body, wracked by an orgasm like nothing he'd ever felt before as he pumped weeks of built-up cum down Rarity's throat. She swallowed eagerly, two, three, four times, then drew back only a little and continued to suck the last few drops until he was limp enough to flop wetly out of her mouth. "Mmm," she crooned with satisfaction. "Delicious. Now, Coco, don't you wish you'd been the one to do that instead of me?"

Coco whimpered, more than ever sounding like she was about to cry. "Yes," she said.

"That's what I thought." She stood up, daintily wiping a few flecks off her chin. Lucky opened his eyes, but could barely follow her, his mind still reeling from what had just happened. "Stallions are pigs," Rarity said, reclining on the desk. "While you or I may have our completely natural and safe sexual urges, they are completely controlled by theirs. You can never trust anything a stallion says if he hasn't relieved himself in the past ten minutes. They'll fight and lie and cheat and steal just to get the barest hint of satisfaction from you. But if you can keep those desires satiated, then you'll begin to see the real stallion underneath: a sad, thoughtless, yet delightfully obedient little pet." She stretched out her leg and tenderly rubbed Lucky's limp prick with her hoof. "Why, this one will do just anything I ask of him without complaint, won't you, dear?"

Forming an answer still required too much brainpower for the moment. "Weh," Lucky answered vaguely.

"You see? Perfectly docile." She hopped from the desk and reached beneath it. The pipe below the machine extended at her touch, spilling out more black material the same consistency as the stuff on Lucky's dick. She took the end of it and slid it over the tip of Lucky's penis, where it immediately fused with what was already there. "If this works," Rarity said, "it could mean the beginning of the end of all our stallion problems forever."

Her job done, Rarity rose again and finally completed her initial task of opening the top drawer of the filing cabinet. She lifted out a long string of black material, which she floated over to Coco, followed by two enormous armfuls of paper that she had to use magic to help her hold onto. "Staple these forms," she ordered once she'd completely emptied the drawer onto Lucky's desk. "The first three pages in order, with the small flyer stapled to the top right of the second page. I expect these to be finished by tonight."

"Uh..." Lucky blinked. A large stapler landed in front of him. "Is that all?"

"For now. Hurry up, Coco."

Coco's hands snaked around his waist. She tied the dark strip in a loose knot around him, lightly binding him to the chair. "I'm sorry," she whispered in his ear. In his fuzzy-minded state, all he could think to do was nuzzle her cheek and put his hand over hers. He hoped she knew that meant he understood.

"Do not let him touch you." Rarity snatched her assistant away. "If you want to keep him wrapped around your little finger, you must be the one to touch him, not the other way around. Otherwise he'll start to think he can get away with doing to you whatever he likes."

Coco gave him a long backward glance as she was dragged away. "I don't think this one's that bad," she said. "He and I were talking, and-"

"Don't be silly, Coco. You know he was only trying to get under your skirt." Rarity pushed open the door. "Now come along. We need to clean. The builders will be here in a few hours, and I want to be far away from them when they are. I'd say we both deserve another spa day, don't you?"

They vanished. With a loud, unnatural clunk, the door shut.

Once his head had sufficiently cleared, Lucky got to work. He read the pages over as he figured out how to assemble them. It was a mountain of order forms with references to a catalogue that was presumably being assembled in another room. From the names alone, he could tell that Rarity hadn't been exaggerating about her need to expand and adapt; there were pages of corsets, bodysuits, leggings, undergarments of every kind, and yet more things that he couldn't begin to guess the appearance or function of, along with an entire blank page for special orders. The only hint of her old wares was the tiny flyer that he stuck into the middle, advertising a clearance sale on all autumn dresses and ballroom gowns. He felt a pang of sympathy for her and did his best to make it stand out.

He was used to long, repetitive jobs, and quickly settled into a rhythm that allowed him to zone out, even if the circumstances were a little stranger than usual. He'd lost track of how long he'd been working when the machine below the desk suddenly sprang to life. It clicked and sent a magical pulse down the tube to Lucky's cock, jolting him and almost making him staple his own thumb. His dick started to rise again from the pleasing vibrations, which all of a sudden stopped. And then the licking started.

"Celestia-!" Lucky gripped the edge of the table and looked down. If it wasn't for what he was seeing, he would have been dead certain that Rarity was on the floor in front of him again, lubing him up for another round. Minuscule twitches and indentations lined the rubber, molding it even more perfectly into his cock and covering him in all the sensations of the Mistress' tongue, copied exactly right down to the sticky residue and the warmth of her breath. Then when her mouth descended to take him in a second time he threw his head back and let imagination take him. He could practically feel her hands on his thighs as he humped the air, moaning all over again in ecstasy. Once again it was her final deep-throating that made him cum, shooting more sticky wads that shot down the tube and into the machine. Then the hum of magic faded, leaving Lucky gasping and panting in his chair.

Ten minutes later, it happened again. This time Lucky lasted longer; when he had yet to orgasm by the end of the routine the feeling of Rarity's throat slowly faded and restarted with the teasing initial licks. Five minutes after that, it happened a third time. There seemed to be no pattern to it, with no consistent wait from either the beginning or end of each cycle, leaving Lucky constantly on edge. He wielded his stapler carefully, aware that at any moment another jolt could render him completely catatonic once again.

Two hours later, this was no longer fun. His balls ached constantly from being continually drained and his cock started to feel like it was being burned. He drank several cups from the water cooler and pissed down the tube, which was carried away by a suction that was at least something different. No matter what he did, his head ached. Each successive blow job made him feel a little bit weaker. He pulled on the tube, but it felt like it was glued to his skin. The machine gave him a painful jolt when he kicked it. The thin strip that Coco had used to tie him down proved somehow unbreakable, and despite how easily she had tied the knot that held him, for some reason his own hands kept slipping off of it.

Time began to have no meaning. He finished stapling the order forms, no thanks to the "help" of the machine, but Rarity and Coco did not reappear. There was nothing for him to do but relax and get sucked off - a perfect day on paper that was slowly turning into a nightmare. Before now, he hadn't believed that it was possible for an orgasm to feel anything but good. Eventually there was a succession of rumbles and clunks, which he guessed was the builders tunneling out the basement. No matter how much he yelled for them, they never answered. Some time later, they left. He groaned listlessly as he realized the sounds were finally gone, then groaned again as he weakly pumped out another thin string of cum. His stomach rumbled, unheard by anyone. The water cooler ran out of cups.

He wondered how many other stallions there were, locked away in the walls like this. Was Twilight's experiment having its intended effect, he wondered weakly? Did Rarity really think he would be happier like this? He took another swipe at the Satiator with a leg that felt like jelly, letting the pain from the warning jolt keep him focused. The movement made him slide around in his damp seat, and his thoughts went back to the chair outside the door. A spike like that would certainly keep him in place. But that was just a prototype. Rarity's hurried voice echoed inside of him again and again - The chair? "Just a prototype." The rope? "Just a prototype." The Satiator? "Just a prototype." He wondered what the basement was actually for and his mind went to places darker yet.

When the door finally opened again, it was night outside. He blinked, barely conscious, and the first thought in his addled mind was that he was missing his date with Coco. A vague outline in the shape of hands unhooked him from the Satiator and, lacking the energy to do anything else, he wept. For the moment, for that one, final moment, the terror of the Reign was over. He could not yet begin to comprehend that for him, everything had only just begun.

"Lucky."

No response. Lucky rolled on his front as though unconscious.

"Lucky, snap out of it."

He didn't want to snap out of it. Coming back to the present seemed like a terrible idea. The present was full of pain and humiliation and doubting that he would be able to sit down ever again. The past wasn't much better, but it had slightly friendlier faces. What he had wasn't much, but he would give it all to spend the rest of his life reliving those stupid, awkward moments, forever in the arms of the last pony he'd ever met who hadn't been driven completely nuts...

"Lucky!"

Maybe, he thought, I should just disappear. It seemed strangely plausible. Just drift away and never wake up. My body can become a toy for the red collars, or a purple. I won't need it any more. I can just be me, here, forever, with my memories of-

"Lucky, I ain't gay."

...hold that thought.

Everything zipped back into focus all at once. Big Macintosh was riding his ass hard, plunging a cock that felt like a tree trunk into his painfully stretched anus like a piston out of Tartarus. The explosion of pain from his hindquarters returned, but by this point he'd become almost numb to it. In fact, if he'd been in a different mindset, the feeling of being utterly filled up might have been oddly satisfying. Tiny pulse grenades of unwanted pleasure squelched out from each titanic pressure against what he guessed was his prostate, refusing to let his completely inappropriate erection go down. Mac's rough hands grabbed his shoulders and his weight fell heavy across him. Hot, fetid breath wafted against his ear from Big Mac's mouth - a mouth that, just seconds ago, had formed words. Words that he could not possibly have actually said. "Wha?" Lucky blurted, still slowly coming to.

"Oh, thank the stars, you're still with me." The pounding became marginally less brutal. "Lucky, I ain't gay."

"What?" Lucky twisted to try to look at him. "What do you mean you're not gAAAAAAAAAH!" He shrieked as an especially powerful thrust made Mac's crotch smack against his rump, knocking their balls together. The mares around them cheered out their appreciation.

"Quiet!" Mac ordered as he kept fucking. "Try not to move your lips. If they catch us talkin' it'll be purple collars for us both."

Lucky looked around. The shrieks of the crowd still completely dominated the arena, marked by laughter and the shrill wails of mares openly masturbating in the stands. Paradoxically, even with the eyes of most of the town on them, the odds of being overheard were next to zilch. "How are you not gay?" he hissed through clenched teeth.

"Faking it. I'm pretending you're Twilight Sparkle. Ungh!" He grunted and performed another powerful thrust again, indulging in some inner fantasy. His hands rippled down Lucky's back in a way that sent shivers through him. "I'm here because I've got a message," he said.

"A message?"

"Yup. A message I've been guarding with my life. And when I'm gone, you'll be the one who has to guard it with your life. So can I trust you?"

"Uh..." Lucky shrugged helplessly. "Yes?"

"No, Lucky. Can. I. Trust You?" Each word was hissed threateningly, marked by yet another painful slam up the ass.

Lucky gulped, weighing his options. On one hand, he wasn't sure where his mind was at or where it would end up going, considering where it had been just seconds ago. On the other hand, it probably wasn't a good idea to piss off a pony who could easily rupture his intestines and make it look like an accident. "Yes," he answered with what he hoped was a sense of finality.

"Good. Then listen, and listen closely. Because no matter what happens, you need to remember..." He leaned in as close as he dared and whispered:

"King Sombra has not forgotten us."

Lucky took a long moment to absorb this. "Who the heck is Sombra?"

"No idea. My sister might'a mentioned him once."

"And what does that mean, he has not forgotten us?"

"I don't know. The pony who told me didn't know either. But it's important. Uhn, Twilight..." Mac moaned, and Lucky felt his cock grow harder inside him. "Be careful who you tell this to," the big pony wheezed. "Trust no one who you think might turn. No mare can ever know about this."

Lucky went completely silent. For a while there was only the hooting of the audience and the low slap of Big Mac's balls against his ass. One of the seductresses from before did a long cartwheel across the arena, her free breasts bouncing wildly. "Mac?" Lucky eventually said.

"Mm?"

"Was this cryptic message really so important that you had to spend the rest of your life sucking dick and bang me in the ass to tell me about it?"

"Have faith, Lucky. One day you'll be glad you held on to this." Mac straightened up a little. "'Sides, I didn't come here for you. Couldn't count on my initiation partner bein' somepony I could rely on. Meetin' you here was just..." He thought for a second and avoided the obvious pun. "Good fortune."

"Then why are you doing this?"

"See-"

Mac trailed off as from the other end of the arena came a roar. The roar of the crowd dimmed while crashes and screams echoed from the door that Big Macintosh had emerged from. A mare was flung out of the shadows, landed hard on an already broken arm, but still picked herself up and sprinted away out of pure terror. What followed tore off part of the wall as it crashed through after her, screaming with inequine lust and fury. It wore a collar of vibrant purple that was completely ringed in black and silver chains, some of which dragged more mares behind it as they fruitlessly tried to hold it back. Lucky felt a deep chill at the sight - not because of its presence here, nor because of what he'd heard and felt in the cart, but because he recognized it.

"Oh my gosh," he breathed. "Davenport?"

The thing that had once been Davenport bellowed in his direction. There were traces of the mild-mannered shopkeeper in there, in his colours and the basic shape of his face, but the rest was unrecognizable. He was grotesquely muscled in ways that should not have been possible, as though rocks had been planted into his limbs, and could not fully balance on his legs. His cock stood straight out and slightly dribbling, and oddly small; though in reality it was of average size, and possibly even a decent size, it seemed tiny on his warped frame. A pair of asymmetrical antlers erupted from his skull, fearsomely spiked and stained with red. He gnashed his teeth, which had been filed into spikes, and locked eyes with Lucky. With a maddened shriek that he had heard several times too many, the purple collar charged.

Time seemed to slow down. The creature threw itself forward with its hands and hooves, weaving and changing directions with every step. There were screams, and the sound of running hooves, but not enough - nothing could be fast enough. As doom bore down on him there was a great rush, and then an incredible emptiness, and suddenly Big Macintosh was vaulting over him with a cry of his own, cock bobbing and fists rising. He closed his eyes as the pair met and there was a great, thundering crash, and then nothing at all.

Slowly, Lucky peeked an eye open. The two mighty stallions stood crouched toward each other, perfectly still. Then the purple collar hacked out a weak, spittle-filled gasp and slowly toppled backward, leaving Big Mac's fist in the air an inch into where its gut had been. It crashed down onto the ground with a spray of sand and lay still. But still the crowd was silent, and Lucky realized that, more than the purple collar who had escaped, all eyes were on the red collar who had just broken the rules.

What they had just seen was a red collar with self-preservation instincts. A red collar who, given the choice, was doing literally anything other than fucking stallions. A red collar who had just defended a black collar. And all this on the very day that he was supposed to prove he had been truly broken. Lucky started to sweat. If neither of them came up with anything in the next few seconds...

Fortunately, Big Mac saved it. He stepped back and roughly grabbed Lucky's mane, lifting him up. "THIS ONE'S MINE!" he roared with almost equal ferocity to the beast. Then he turned and, grabbing Lucky beneath the arms, pulled. In a titanic display of strength, Lucky was yanked up until the manacles around his wrists snapped free of the rope holding them, followed by the ones on his legs. He cried out in pain from his sudden release and was held up like a prize in front of the gasping crowd. Then he was lifted further so that he was facing the red collar and, before he had time to brace himself, was slammed back down onto his massive cock.

Now the crowd went wild, screaming and hollering in victory, while Lucky cried out with something even more base. There could be no gentleness here; gravity plugged him down the shaft right to the hilt. Big Macintosh held him steady in both arms and, just for a second, gave him a sympathetic look. "Sorry, Lucky," he whispered. "We really have to sell this now."

While mares began to drag the downed purple collar away, the fucking began anew. Mac held Lucky close to him and pounded him from below, turning every thrust into a painful jolt. Lucky just whimpered and tried to hold on. His cock rubbed against Mac's hardened abs on every stroke.

When maintaining this angle became too much, Big Macintosh put one hoof up on the platform and bounced Lucky on his knee. This freed up one hand to run up Lucky's spine, crushing their muscular chests together. Lucky didn't see where this was going until Big Mac kissed him, forcing his tongue deep into his mouth. Somehow, through all the sweat and dick and semen, he still tasted like apples. Lucky choked and pulled his head away in disgust, only to get shoved close again. "Kiss me back," Big Mac hissed in his ear.

"Are you crazy?"

"I'm goin' soft. Kiss me back!"

Mac's erection didn't feel like it was going down, but now was no time to argue. Lucky sighed to himself, made a mental reassurance that this meant nothing to him, then kissed his captor powerfully on the lips. A nearly inequine cry came from the mares while they made out, wrapping each other in what could be mistaken for a passionate embrace. Lucky battled nausea as he wrapped tongues with the stallion. He started clenching down with his ass, hoping that this would somehow get his partner off faster, even though he barely had control of anything below his waist by this point.

Big Macintosh finally broke the kiss with a manic grin. "Gotta say," he whispered, "that's one heck of a distracting package you got there." He glanced down at Lucky's cock, still hard and sandwiched between them. "A real red collar would be havin' a field day right now."

This was absolutely the worst compliment to receive at that moment. "Then turn me around if it's distracting!" Lucky growled. "Just finish this!"

Instead, Mac spun himself around. He took one step and fell backwards, laying himself down on top of the crate and letting Lucky come to a crashing, bouncing halt on top of him. Mac grabbed his waist and shook him violently, using Lucky's body like a masturbation sleeve. Lucky's limbs bounced uncontrollably, his cock slapping against his stomach. Beads of lubrication slipped from the tip, spattering in all directions.

"Oh, Twilight," Mac moaned, getting into whatever it was that he was visualizing. He fondled Lucky's ass and the base of his tail. His grunts of satisfaction rose with the rapid thrashing of his hips. "Twilight, I love you," he suddenly whispered. "I lo... loaaaaauuugh!"

The stallion roared as he slammed Lucky down on his hips one last time, finally cumming inside of him. Lucky felt a rush as a thick, creamy load exploded inside his ass. The sensation made his cock harden and ache for attention while his brain desperately shut everything down to keep him from throwing up. He collapsed forward and let Mac's cock loudly pop out of him, sending an intensely satisfying flood of semen after it. For a moment the two of them just lay there, trying to catch their breaths, while hooting and applause rained down.

The Mayor started belting something out excitedly, but Lucky didn't care to listen to what she had to say. "So..." he whispered carefully.

In response, Mac grabbed him again and flipped him around. He gasped and braced for another round, but the big pony just cuddled him close and started to jack him off. "Is this necessary?" Lucky grunted.

"S'just for show," Mac mumbled back sleepily.

It didn't feel like it was just for show. His large hands were surprisingly adept at handling Lucky's shaft, teasing him with yet more unwanted sensations that kept him from going fully soft. Lucky sighed and took it. "You were saying?" he prompted.

"Oh. Right." Big Mac cleared his throat. "Red collars get to request where they get reassigned. The Mistresses don't have to listen, but initiations put them in a good mood. That's all."

Lucky smiled slyly. "Oh, I see. You're going to go and work for-"

"Symmetry."

He paused. "Oh."

"I got my reasons."

"Um, okay. If it's worth it to you." Lucky tried to think of how it could be, but came up blank. Sure, Symmetry was unbelievably hot below the neck, but that was hardly news these days, and he couldn't imagine that assisting her would be an easy gig. All his memories of the cow were of frosty disdain. An old thought buzzed in the back of his mind. "Hey, do you know the real reason she's called Symmetry?"

"You mean it ain't her antlers?"

"No, uh... oh. I heard there was another reason. I thought you might know."

Big Macintosh didn't answer. The creak of a gate opening indicated that their conversation was about to come to an end. Lucky craned his neck, peering towards Rarity's section of the audience. He could no longer see Coco Pommel in the stands. "Hey, Mac?" he asked quickly. "How hard is it to become a red collar?"

"Got sucked and fucked for one whole day, then had to return the favor. Don't do it, Lucky," Mac added, catching Lucky's intent. "They'd sniff you out and make you do it anyway. You wouldn't last one weekend as a red."

"Why not? You did it."

"I'm different. I'm doing this for something more important than my own mind." He squeezed Lucky's shoulder. "Don't mistake this for some kind of escape. Where I'm going, I won't ever be coming back. This is the last time I'll ever talk to anypony as myself. But you need to stay you, Lucky. The black collars need good ponies on their side."

"Oh yeah?" Lucky twisted in his grip angrily. "And how do you know I don't have something more important than myself too? If you can pretend to be gay for that, why can't I?"

"Well..." Big Macintosh caught his eye and gave him a strange, lopsided smile. "Maybe I'm a little bit gay."

Before Lucky could process this, shadows and hoofsteps forced them to abandon speech altogether. Rough hands dragged them away from each other. Lucky was rolled off the crate and slammed to the ground, held down while his hands were cuffed behind his back. On the far side, he heard Mac being walked away to the sound of cheers. It was a hard life of an altogether different kind that he would be coming home to. Lucky wasn't sure whether he envied him.

An instantly recognizable orange hoof cracked down in front of Lucky's face. Applejack grabbed him below his arms and forced him to stand, then gave him a cruel, knowing smirk and let go. He wobbled unsteadily on his weak legs and fell uncontrollably forward, smacking his face into Applejack's stomach. Her smile vanished. With a growl, she kneed him in the chin and kicked him backwards, knocking him down to the sand. Multiple sets of smaller hands grabbed his arms and started to drag him out of the arena. He thought he heard the Mayor asking him to come back soon. Laughter and cheers followed his exit out into the stalls.

A shadow fell over his face, both literally and figuratively, as he tried to puzzle out Big Macintosh's words. How was it possible to be a "little" bit gay? He knew that the stallion liked mares. He'd had to pretend he was fucking Twilight Sparkle just to get off. Or had he been saying... that he was a stallion who liked mares... and stallions? But that couldn't be it. Was that even allowed? If such a thing were possible, the mares would have surely known about it, wouldn't they?

The mares dropped Lucky in a dark cell and walked away. They shut the iron door, but didn't bother to lock it; there was no pony alive who would be able to mount a getaway after taking a pounding like that. Lucky lay still, feeling a small puddle of semen slowly forming under him from his leaking asshole, and waiting for every part of him to stop aching. But while his body took a much-needed rest, new ideas sparked inside his brain. An impossible plan formed, full of absurd coincidences and things he knew he could never do, but he deliriously jumped to the conclusion anyway. If there was any chance, any at all, even a fool's chance...

His hand found its way to his dick, for once unseen and unobstructed, and began to jack it. "Coco," he murmured to himself, thinking of her inexpert lips caressing him again. "I love you."

Then he farted out a long stream of white liquid, which ruined the moment somewhat.