Path of Discordby Lance HardwoodChaptersLoyaltyHonestyLaughterGenerosityTake Up My Pork Sword (or, How I Would've Ended It)Loyalty“There's nothing we can't overcome if we do it together!” I cheered. The others nodded at me, and together, we took our first step into the maze. We would defeat Discord. We had to. I felt, rather than saw, a shadow over me, and suddenly, all went dark for a moment. When I opened my eyes again, no longer did the walls of the palace garden maze surround me, but rather, some strange sort of stone walls. This had to be the work of Discord. I'd just disregard it and move on. I knew these gardens, and no amount of making the grass look like stone tile and the shrubbery... like... I tapped on a wall with a hoof. “Am I really inside a building?” “Indeed you are, Twilight Sparkle,” a mocking voice echoed around me. I tensed. “Discord! Where have you taken me? This wasn't one of the rules of your game!” He appeared before me. “Oh, the rules are the same. I've just... changed the setting a bit. And to even things out...” My horn reappeared. The relieving sense of magic flowed back into me, but I couldn't afford to relax. “There. Your precious magic is with you again. Never said I was unfair, did I?” He across his arms and snorted. “What—“ “Quiet, Twilight Sparkle, and listen.” In an instant, he was right before me, and I got a faceful of Discord. I kept myself from panicking. “As you've probably guessed, things aren't quite as they seem. Since you're Celestia's—“ I resisted the urge to correct him on the use of her proper title. “—personal student, I thought I'd see your worth myself. To get to the Elements of Harmony, you must head for the middle and avoid any distractions.” “Distractions? Like what?” He smirked. “Aww, but that would just be ruining the surprise, wouldn't it?” His face grew grim. “The new first rule, since I've been kind enough to give you ponies your magic and wings back, is that anypony who fails to get to the goal in the allotted time loses.” “W-what happens to the losers? And how long do we have? And where is everypony?” He vanished. I grit my teeth. This was going to be a long trek. “All part of the surprise, Twilight Sparkle!” His laughter echoed after me as I grimly set forth, hoping to find my friends. After walking for some time through the strange halls—oddly reminiscent of Castle Canterlot, in fact—I came to a large room that lacked the strange area lighting that had characterized the altered maze thus far. In response, I lit up my horn with a light spell and cautiously entered. “Hello? Is anypony there?” A muffled yell was all the answer I got. As my sense of direction told me forward was the way to go, I advanced towards the sound. Eventually, the darkness lifted to reveal—“Rainbow Dash!” Rainbow Dash, minus her wings, was listlessly hanging in the grip of some orange blob. She was suspended in air, with the blob's tentacles wrapped lovingly around her. One tentacle was wrapped around her tail, lifting it into the air, while the others pulsated within her slit and other orifices. I recoiled from the scene in horror. Milky white fluid oozed from every hole on her body, and her eyes, though desperately pleading to me, looked glassy and lifeless at the same time. “Rainbow Dash!” I called again, torn between my need to rescue my friend and my desire to not be the creature's next plaything. Rainbow Dash turned to me just as the tentacle in her mouth withdrew, leaving a trailing line of fluid between her sticky muzzle and the throbbing tentacle. I couldn't help but be impressed by her—one tentacle would make even a well-hung stallion jealous. Rainbow Dash coughed, spraying monster semen over the floor. “T-Twilight... help me... please... I'm almost starting to... to... to like it! You've got your horn, save—“ Before she could go on, a different tentacle shoved its way into her mouth, and she moaned in pleasure, her eyes rolling back into her head as she eagerly sucked on its impressive length. When had Rainbow Dash learned to deepthroat like that? Her stomach was actually starting to swell from all she'd swallowed. I put a hoof forward, then hesitated. While the creature still seemed to be focused on Rainbow Dash, I couldn't be sure that it wouldn't turn its attentions to me, and while a certain horrifyingly hot part of me wouldn't mind that, I had a mission to do. One more pressing concern came to the forefront of my mind: Could I even be sure this was Rainbow Dash at all? Sure, she looked and sounded like Rainbow Dash... but Rainbow Dash was loyal. She wouldn't be giving into some monster's perversions like that. She wasn't even struggling or lashing out... in fact, I could have sworn that the tentacle holding her tail up barely needed to do anything—she was offering herself to it! “You're not Rainbow Dash.” The not-Rainbow Dash closed its eyes and moaned in response, too focused on the hot, throbbing tentacle in its mouth to reply. “Rainbow Dash is loyal. She wouldn't abandon her friends like this by betraying our mission for sex. And on top of that, Discord gave us our horns and wings back!” I shouted at the top of my lungs, “Bad try, Discord. I saw through your little illusion!” My words echoed off the walls, and the beast attending to the not-Rainbow Dash ceased its movement after sending one last surge of jizz into her. It dropped the not-Dash onto the floor, eliciting a moan of pleasure as the cum—too much for any pony to bear—slowly leaked from her mouth, anus, and slit. She licked her lips clean. I shuddered to think that I had thought that was my friend. The beast, meanwhile, surged toward me, extending a few tentacles my way. Panicking, I spotted a door on the other side and put most of my magical power into a quick teleport. No time for screwing around. A blink later, I was just on the other side of the door, where the ambient light had returned. I collapsed, panting. Blind teleporting was a risky business, and I had been lucky not to end up partway through the wall, my rear to the monstrosity that would have gladly used and abused it. I panted, trying to keep my breaths shallow as I listened for any movement. All I needed was a few moments to recover and I'd be on my way. Pant. The noise from the other side ceased. Pant. A slow rumbling came my way. Fuck! Pant. The rumbling grew closer. No. No no no no! Pant. The rumbling stopped right on the other side of the door. No. I wasn't going to lose my virginity: not now, not to this! Pant. “Twilight, save me!” Oh, the not-Dash. I closed my eyes in thanks. With any luck, she'd distract it. Pant. More panting from the other side as the tentacled abomination fucked the fake Dash's brains out. Again. Pant. I got up and walked onward, shaky at first, but with increasing strength. Clearly, Discord was going to stop at nothing if he was willing to stoop this low. Pant. All I had to do was find my friends and stand together with them. We'd escape these horrors and save Equestria if it killed me. Although the horror I'd seen lingered in my mind, I tried to focus it into a righteous anger. Discord, you will pay for even thinking about doing that to my friend. HonestyStill trying to recover from the last horrifying thing I'd seen, I walked on. I was still short of breath from that burst of magic, so I tried to keep myself to a slow walk. Just like I had read, it was best to pace yourself in a race, and this race was far more serious than The Running of the Leaves had ever been. I shuddered as I thought again of the abomination that had been all too ready to pin me down and fill every inch of my body with its hot, thick seed. Was that what Discord had planned for those of us who “lost”? If so, I couldn't afford to lose any time. If any of my other friends came across those monsters, nothing good could come of it. Rarity would probably panic about how unseemly it was, poor Fluttershy would try to reason with the thing, Pinkie Pie would consider it all fun and games... until somepony got penetrated, and Applejack would... I paused. Applejack and Rainbow Dash would probably be fine, actually. Rainbow Dash, with her wings back, would probably be able to outmaneuver the thing, although I couldn't help but worry that she'd try to fight it first, and that might not go so well for her once she was in its grip. But what about Applejack? Applejack, with her impressive strength, would probably be able to burst out of the thing's grip, if she couldn't outrun it. Sadly, I couldn't see any of us beating them in a straight fight, but that was what we had our wits for. With a start, I wondered if the creatures could sense traces of magic. The one earlier had been sharp enough to move in my general direction after I teleported, even if it hadn't found me. I shuddered again, imagining how many showers it'd take for me to feel remotely clean after seeing that thing. I'd read about creatures that crossbred—often by force—with ponies, with some sort of magic causing their spawn to leech off the pony's lifeforce and energy until it was ready to be birthed, but I never would have dreamed that I would actually see one. I grit my teeth. Princess Celestia, the moment I got back from this, was going to teach me some war magic. I didn't care how peaceful the land looked—if things like what I had ran into earlier were out there (and apparently more common than my books had said), there was no way I was going to be caught defenseless before one. But would that be so bad, really? Horrified, I stopped dead and tripped over my own hooves, crashing to the floor of the hallway. What in Celestia's name was wrong with me? I cast a quick spell to turn a section of the wall to glass temporarily, and was relieved to see only my horrified face. My mouth hung slightly open, and one of my ears kept twitching. Clearly, I was just under stress. This day had been trying already, and it was bound to get a whole lot worse before it got better. I shook off my dread, willing myself to go on. No doubt I'd see worse before I reached the end of this twisted maze. It should have had the same layout as the garden maze, but without being able to see the sky to judge my position, I was unsure if I was still heading in the correct direction or not. All I could do was to trust my instincts. I rounded another corner and stared down another dull hallway. “Why does every place in here look the same? And here I thought Discord was all about chaos.” I shook my head and kept moving, observing several branching paths and doors that I passed, keeping a wary eye out for even a hint of a tentacle beast. According to my instincts, the correct way was still straight, so I continued on in that direction. I reached an intersection where I could go any way but right, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flash of yellow tail down the left hallway. “Applejack?” I murmured. If AJ was here, it was in my best interest to gather us together, but fear of Discord's trickery stayed my hooves. No. No, all I had to do was reach the center, and I'd see everypony there. I couldn't afford to make side trips, if Discord's punishment for the “losers” was anything like what I imagined. But then again... No. I had my mission and I would carry it out, no matter the cost. I moved on, emboldened by newfound conviction, only to arrive at a dead end. I slowly came to a stop and examined the wall. It felt solid to the touch, and I was sure that I needed to keep going in this direction to get closer to the center of this maze. Assuming my sense of direction was on target. “Ooh, going around would take forever!” I moaned. I couldn't afford to waste time. Could I melt the wall into mud and crawl through? Could I try a blind teleport? There were too many unknown variables in the equation: I had no idea how thick the wall was, what was on the other side, what material it was made out of, or if I was even walking in the correct direction! I could afford a small detour. With a sigh, I traveled back and looped around, turning left at the first opportunity so I could go around the obstruction. Strangely, I had noted hardly any passages moving in this direction, and the particular hallway I found myself in held no doors or branching hallways. After what I estimated was ten minutes of trotting along, I reached another dead end directly in the way. I growled. “I don't have time for this, you... you... maze!” “Something wrong, Twilight Sparkle?” Discord's voice echoed from all around me. I looked up. “Yeah, your stupid maze is full of walls blocking my way forward! If I can't get to the center, what's the point in even having a maze!” A short silence followed, so I added, “I mean, you were the one who said you were fair in these games, right?” From what I could tell of Discord, his hubris was likely his biggest weakness. If I could exploit that pride and turn it to my advantage... “How right you are, Twilight Sparkle.” Him referring to me only by my full name was starting to get a little unsettling. “It seems even as powerful a being as I can make a mistake!” I puffed up, closing my eyes in an expression of victory. “Well, if you wouldn't mind clearing the way, then...” Malice dripped off his every word. “Certainly.” I felt traces of the dizzying magic that seemed to mark Discord's magical traces and opened my eyes, eager to continue onward. Heat immediately rushed to my face. The wall was still there, but in the center was a huge, throbbing member, colored the same as the tentacles that I'd seen rape the fake Rainbow Dash. This one, though, was mottled slightly, with a few brown spots marking it near the flared tip, as though someone had tried to make it more appealing to a mare's eye. Which is probably exactly what he had done. “D-Discord, this isn't funny! Fix the wall!” I struggled to keep my composure in the face of this latest indignity. “It is fixed. You'll just have to 'swallow' the consequences of not wasting time!” A sinking feeling grew in my stomach. He didn't mean... “Enjoy. I know you will.” Again, his echoing laughter faded into the distance. I grit my teeth as I stared at the massive penis. Well, there was nothing for it. I opened wide and slid it into my mouth. My jaw immediately smarted; it certainly had the girth of what I'd seen enjoy Rainbow Dash so much. Slowly, I worked its flared tip with my tongue, letting myself get used to having it in my mouth. I wasn't going to enjoy this. I wasn't going to enjoy this. I wasn't going to enjoy this. Slowly, it throbbed in my mouth, tickling the roof of my mouth and striking a few teeth. I murmured, “Oh, you like that, do you?” but I doubted anypony would have been able to understand me. Blushing, I slid more of my watery mouth over the wall penis—to get it over with more quickly, of course. I continued licking, my tonguework reaching a fevered pace as it kept throbbing and throbbing in my mouth. I developed a nice rhythm to its pattern, and I found myself enjoying the challenge of keeping up with its increasing pace. My fear of bearing a foal aside, maybe being with stallions wouldn't be so bad. My cheeks were on fire as I, without warning, took its entire length into my throat, feeling it slam the back wall of my throat. Meanwhile, I licked its length furiously, feeling its warm length almost seem to complete me. I moaned, feeling it twitch more and more inside me. I wasn't going to enjoy this. Without warning, it came. Its seed was a burning, salty stream down my throat, and I had no choice but to swallow it all. Thank you, anatomy, for not giving me a gag reflex. Now I was stuck with all this... delicious cum... in my stomach. My entire body grew warm as the cock throbbed, giving me more and more to drink. I felt certain I was going to lit on fire at any moment—why was I so warm?! Then, the penis sent another, hotter spurt of sperm down my throat, and I ceased to have conscious thought. All I could focus on was the cock. Had to suck it. Had to swallow all that; I couldn't let even one drop go to waste. Peripherally, I felt myself growing wetter and wetter as the heat sought release near my hindquarters. Momentarily, part of me wondered if this “semen” was really just a delivery system for a potent aphrodisiac meant to make a potential pony more pliable to the tentacle creatures' will, but my inner slut backhoofed her into submission, screaming at her to just shut up and drink more cum. I guzzled more and more as my throat rumbled with my appreciation. Eventually, all that deliciously tangy fluid started to slow. No! That couldn't happen! I needed more. Subconsciously, I bent over and raised my tail, my most primal instincts coming to the fore as my sex burned like a phoenix, desperately dribbling a few bits, but wanting, needing a nice, hunky tentacle, horsecock, or something to help it along. I worked my tongue quickly, desperately trying to coax anything further out of it. I couldn't waste a single drop. Despite my feverish efforts, less and less started coming from the delightful organ, and in desperation, I slid some of its length out of my mouth and started working the end of the shaft with my forehooves. When that didn't work and I could barely taste globby, salty goodness in my mouth, I withdrew my mouth completely. “Damn it, I know you're holding out on me!” I screeched, my words echoing off the walls of the dungeon. My breaths came in short, quick pants, and my tail shot straight up. Somehow, I kept enough self-control to not shove that rock-hard length into my fire. I waved my flank back and forth, hoping for one of those tentacle beasts to come from behind satisfy me. If this was what fake Rainbow Dash had been “suffering” from, put me down as a glutton for punishment! As I stared at the still-throbbing cock, it suddenly shot a load onto my face, burning my eyes. In my drugged state, I barely noticed. “Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes yes yessssssss!” With a fury that would have surprised Pinkie Pie, I licked my face clean, desperate to get every last drop I could. Of course, some of it was bound to just forever be matted into my fur, but beggars couldn't be choosers. Before long, I had licked every last inch of my muzzle and face as clean that I could of the deliciously salty mess. I was glad that Big Mac kept bringing me all those pretzels last month, although in light of recent events, his insistence that I become more accepting of salty tastes was a bit suspect. I looked longingly at the wall, hoping another sweet and salty surprise was in store for me, only to see the wall crumbling, revealing another wall just behind it with a mirror. Still feeling the intense heat in my body, I limped forward, nursing a bloated stomach. “W-what's this for?” I examined myself in the mirror. The money shot had left much of my face sticky, and I kept blinking, trying to get the jizz out of my eyes. Tears streamed down my face in an effort to get the foreign matter out of my eyes, and without even thinking, I licked up the tears, relishing the further heat in my body as I tasted the tangy combination of salt from my own body as well as the salty taste from the wallcock's gift. Curiously, a few drops of the precious seed had splattered my horn, and as I watched, they absorbed into the horn, sliding in in an almost sexual manner. “Huh. Thass weird,” I slurred, still feeling flushed from the sudden heat in my body. The room spun, and I staggered to one side. A unicorn's horn connected directly to her brain and magical focus centers, and anypony who wanted to drug a unicorn was frequently better off soaking the horn as opposed to any other method. I, however, was too high on drugged, delicious, salty tentacle jizz to care. I giggled. “Thass good! Sho good.” The wall before me crumbled, and I staggered through the opening into a larger room. Just like the room I had found the fake Rainbow Dash in, this room was cavernous and dark, lacking the ambient light that coated the rest of the hallways. Coated them like that moneyshot coated my face! Briefly, I considered trying to draw all the moisture out of my face's fur so I could swallow it, but I decided against it after putting a hoof on my swollen belly. “Guess I can have too much of a good thing!” I giggled again like a silly filly. I lit up my horn, still giggling at how my huge stomach swayed as I moved. Abruptly, I came to a stop, noticing a chasm below me. A tentacle monster looked up at me... well, not looked exactly, but all its appealing tentacles pointed in my direction. I was tempted to leap right in and let them penetrate me on the way down, but the part of my brain that was still rational screamed that the height was enough that I was severely injure myself from the fall. As I was pondering this, a familiar voice spoke. “H-heavens to Betsy, girl, what happened to you?” I looked up, startled. Across the chasm, a good sixty meters away from me, was Applejack—suspiciously without her hat. My eyes narrowed. Another fake? My narrowed eyes put her on edge, and her own green eyes darted about. “Uh, Twilight, it's me, Applejack! Ya'll all right? This here maze thingy is more messed up than Apple Bloom's room, I tell you what. I'm just glad you aren't in the grip of—“ She peeked over the edge of the chasm and shuddered. “One of them things. Had three of 'em chasing me earlier, but I gave them the slip, lickety-split!” She smiled warmly. “I sure was worried about you in here, Twilight. If we're gonna blast our way outta here with the Elements, we're gonna need you to be at your best, and... well, no offense... but I know you aren't too experienced in the ways of romance. These here things are probably right terrifying to you.” “Oh... yes, very scary,” I murmured. All the while, I examined her, thinking. Was this really my friend? She seemed kind and honest enough. Could I trust my vision? And could I get a damn cock inside me to fill this emptiness? I flushed again, feeling my unsatisfied heat. The power of that wallcock was mighty indeed. “One thing though, Twi...” “Yesh?” I slurred. Ugh, I sounded like Berry Punch. Just a little. “How'd you get your horn back?” I grinned. Discord, you fool. You thought I wouldn't see through this? “Oh, I uh... I completed a little test,” I said, licking my lips, “and in any case, I can put it to use here. I'll help you jump across the chasm and we can continue on together!” She chuckled. “Well, I'd be mighty obliged, seein' as I don't have wings and all, but... couldn't you just teleport me?” Well. She had me there. Suddenly, inspiration struck. “Take a running start and jump! I'll use the, uh... the... kinetic energy to boost it!” I gave her a sheepish grin. “My magic'sh a little weak right now, see. Too many monster dicks ready to shlam me.” I giggled again, thinking about the trick I was about to play. Let's see your minions get a taste of your own medicine—and something else besides, Discord! “Uh... you sure you're all right, sugarcube?” I nodded, and although she gave me a leery look, Applejack backed up and leapt across with a mighty jump, expecting my magic to warp her to safety. Oh, my magic took hold of her, all right. “What the hay? Twilight? I thought you said you were teleportin' me?!” Applejack called as she slowly floated down into the pit. I looked over the edge to see her waggling her legs as she descended to the waiting tentacle beast. She was in the grip of my magic; she could do nothing. “Sorry, fake AJ. I lied.” “F-f-fake?” She looked up with pleading jade eyes. That was a good look for her. “Twilight, what I'm tellin' you is the honest truth—I'm your friend, so don't leave me to this thing!” I cackled. “Sorry, Discord, but your puppet forgot that all my friends know about us getting our wings and horns back! Even when you throw the earth ponies at me, I'm totally prepared!” I belched suddenly. Ooh, so nice I tasted it twice. “Now, for a little show,” I whispered as Applejack hovered just above the monstrosity. “Oh, horseapples,” Applejack said before I dropped her. She screamed, but the loving tentacles caught her, saving her from certain doom.. Applejack, in desperation, said, “N-now, let's not be hasty. Now, you saved me from falling, and I'm grateful for that. But, I'm sure we can work—“ A red tentacle roughly shoved its way into her mouth, and over her muffled cries, embedded itself deeper and deeper into her throat. Frustrated tears streaming down her face from closed eyes, Applejack tried to bite down on the throbbing thing, but it responded by expanding, stretching her jaw to a degree that would have made Pinkie Pie ache. I watched, fascinated, as large globs of cum worked their way from the slime's central body, only to release themselves into Applejack's mouth, no doubt sending her tastebuds wild with its delicious flavor. Assuming it was just as good (if not better, my drugged mind whispered) than what I had sampled, of course. Applejack had no choice but to swallow, and by the third load, her face was flushed, she was raising her flank high in the air, and her tail had shot straight up. She moaned, unused to such pleasure. She opened her eyes and looked around at all the unoccupied tentacles, giving them her best “fuck me” look. They complied. Three separate tentacles snaked around and held her legs apart and tail aloft while two apiece fucked her slit and anus, sending continuous streams of seed into her. I watched, fascinated, as Applejack howled in muffled pain, unable to do anything as she was stretched to her limit and beyond; I supposed this type was more of a breeding model. The stretching would probably prepare her to deliver whatever strange offspring this creature laid in ponies. For all I knew, it was laying eggs in Applejack. I had read about it once. I watched all this, unable to tear my eyes away, wishing more and more it was me down there. I still burned, although my thoughts were starting to clear a little. Logically, I knew that it was all a trick so I'd become their “my little tentacle slave”, but my body didn't care. I needed someone, something, inside me. Hesitantly, I fired up my horn to cast one of my most private spells, one I'd discovered in an old book Princess Celestia had sent me by mistake. I had claimed that I had returned it without reading, but what she didn't know didn't hurt her. My vibrator appeared from its pocket dimension as usual, ready to go, but something was different. Instead of being its usual off-white with a sunburst design, it now looked like one of the tentacles currently hard at work sexing up Applejack. Confused, I thought back to the spell as best I could. It had mentioned something about the sex toy summoned depended on the unicorn's sensibilities at the time—I supposed in my case, it was reflecting my desperate need for a repeat performance from that miraculous walldick. Just as I was about to shove it in me just as roughly as I could and start murmuring about being a naughty, tardy filly, I heard a scraping behind me. I turned, only to see another red tentacle beast shambling towards me. I immediately clapped my hooves together with glee. Hooray, the genuine article at last! I bent down and wiggled my sexy flank in the air, lifting my tail up so it'd be nice and convenient for the hunk of a beast to impregnate me. I couldn't wait for its hot length to slide all the way inside me, throbbing as it laid its eggs or whatever insi— Wait. What in Tartarus was I doing? My eyes shot open as the last of the fog cleared from my head. I looked down, and to my horror, I saw a tentacle with a flared tip snaking up my back right leg. I tried to pull away, only for another to reach up and begin to tease my exposed slit. I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure, my entire body shuddering as I fought the desire to let it have its way with me. Eventually, my body won out, and slowly, the flared tip buried itself in me—only for me to be overcome by a wave of revulsion as my whinny of pleasure tore my vocal chords. I was Twilight Sparkle, famed heroine of Equestria. And I was letting a tentacle monster rape me. This would not stand. Too desperate to come up anything flashy, I lit up my horn over my pants and whinnies of pleasure and warped across the chasm. I hyperventilated as I watched the confused beast look around, wondering where its willing bit of horseflesh had gone. I cowered, completely terrified, as it lumbered around, searching its side of the room for me. My eyes remained locked on its quivering tentacles—one still slick from having been inside me moments before, though it hadn't finished—as I clamped a hoof over my mouth and came onto the floor, disgusted with myself. It hadn't laid anything in me, but somehow, laying there on the cold stone floor, letting the memory of an alien creature's cock satisfy my body's need, almost felt like a worse defeat than being raped. After a few minutes, it left, disappointed. All that was left in the room was the sounds of not-Applejack guzzling monster seed, the unmistakeable smell of my completed orgasm, and the sound of my tears hitting the stone floor. I sat there, cradling my tail, stoking it obsessively and whispering to myself. “There's something wrong with me.” LaughterI lay there for some time, shivering, frozen, unable to pick myself off the ground. I felt horribly, horribly alone and violated, the last of my shameful squirt dripping onto the ground long after my tears had dried. The stone ground was cold, colder than even I felt. I didn't care if that Applejack down there was actually my friend or not. Nopony deserved to go through what had just happened to her and nearly had happened to me. I could try rationalizing it to myself, of course. I had been drugged—it wasn't my fault! I had thought she was some kind of trap set by Discord—it wasn't my fault! This insane day had put me under all kinds of stress—it wasn't my fault! No. I knew it was my fault, and I wasn't sure if I could ever forgive myself. For all I knew, I had left the real Rainbow Dash to just be endlessly fucked by those tentacles; they weren't even the breeding kind, so they'd just use her until they ran out of energy. According to the reading I had done on the subject, that could be several hours. A sick, sick part of me grinned with pleasure at the thought. No. Bad brain. I swatted at my horn with a hoof. Even though I'd barely had any of that drug soak into my horn, I knew enough was there to pervert my thoughts a little; my research on the subject had stated that it sometimes took months or years for a contaminant in a unicorn's horn to work its way out, although under certain extreme circumstances, the horn would shatter itself and attempt to burn out all connection to a unicorn's body to save the rest of the system. Unfortunately, I hadn't studied anything beyond theories on the subject, so I had no idea how to cure myself. I shuddered. Magic was awfully nice to have. Even though Discord hadn't kept mine from me for long, I had felt naked without it. Well, more naked than usual, at least. To think: maybe this whole crisis could have been avoided if we'd been wearing some clothes. Despite my situation, I chuckled. Emboldened by my small moment of wit, I rose to my hooves, grimacing as I felt my stomach slosh. I could only imagine what it was going to do to my system once I digested it—no doubt that would be more potent than simple absorption through the glands of my mouth. All I could do was keep moving. And yet... My ears detected no further hint of the tentacle beasts' presence. With a sense of trepidation, I glanced over the rocky edge of the crevasse, only to see a huddled Applejack at the bottom. Quickly, I teleported her up. She was in bad shape. Excess ejaculate oozed from her rear, dribbling onto the ground, and her eyes were closed. I tried to keep from focusing on her exposed, vulnerable, pink marehood, just rife for a good licking. I swatted at my horn, trying to shut the drugged part of my brain up. A painful expression was on her face, as though she'd just been bucked in the face. My ears drooped. I had done this to her. “A-Applejack?” Hesitantly, I reached out a hoof to rest on her mane. She didn't respond, so my hoof hovered there. I was unsure if it was a good idea to touch her—or, indeed, if I even deserved to be near her after what I had done—so I spoke again. “Applejack, I'm so sorry.” My voice cracked. Three little words that meant next to nothing. My excuses were pointless; they couldn't give Applejack her innocence back. They couldn't undo the brutal rape she had just endured. They couldn't undo the intense self-loathing that burned in me, making me feel more vulnerable than I had ever been at the appendages of the tentacle beasts. And they certainly couldn't undo Discord thrusting us into this nightmare. Applejack shivered on the stone tile, curling into as tight a ball as she could manage with the bulge in her belly. “This ain't happening. Yep, I'm clearly just having some sort of dream, and Big Mac's about to wake me up for a long day of work...” “Applejack...” Denying the truth wasn't going to get anypony anywhere. Through her own tears, she smiled. “Yep... I can smell Granny Smith's pancakes now. Few moments, this won't be nothing but a quickly forgotten nightmare. I mean, if nothing else, I know Twilight would never do that to me.” I froze. “She's such a good friend, she'd never do that to me. I mean, sure, in the terms of this crazy dream that... delicious...” She licked her lips. “That stuff shot out by them yogurt cannon monsters is right addictive and messes with the mind, but even so, Twilight would find a way to hang on.” Her eyes opened, and she looked at me with a face that plead to hear good news. “Right, Twilight?” I choked up. Applejack was always the strong one, the one I relied on when things got so tough that all hope seemed lost. She was the pillar of strength in our group, and I had served her up on a silver platter. “I... I'm so sorry,” I squeaked, sounding more like Fluttershy. Words failed me. How could I apologize? I knew almost exactly what she was feeling—differences in our constitutions aside—and that made it that much worse, that I had doomed her to such a fate. “Heh heh. Well, don't you worry none, sugarcube.” Her eyes closed again, and her bloated belly rose and fell with rhythmic breaths. “This here's just a dream, and I'll wake up in moments.” In moments, she was asleep, which spoke volumes about the degree of self-control she had. Truth be told, I had always envied earth ponies a little. I wouldn't want to live without my horn, but earth ponies had so many subtle ways to flex their nature to their advantage. Why, she had recovered from being drugged in half the time I had. With a touch so light I might have been using one a feather, I stoked her mane and whispered, “You just get some rest, Applejack. I'll scout out a safe path for us and come back here for you. I promise.” With any luck, I'd find a hot tentacle to play around with a little. I shook off the perverted thought and focused. Upon a quick scan of the room, I noticed a small door that Applejack must have missed. I couldn't be sure which way was correct, but if she had come from the other door on this side of the chasm, this had to be worth a try. Hesitantly, I nudged the door open with my muzzle, not wanting to risk a magic trail giving me away. For all I knew, the contaminants in my system could've made it misfire. The door opened into an annoyingly plain hallway, but I saw no signs of danger. I crept forward, wishing I was wearing socks or something to mask the sound of my movement; hard hooves on stone weren't exactly what I would call “stealthy”, and I wanted to save all my magic in case of a sexy emergency. I swatted at my horn again. A dire emergency. I made a mental note to seek medical attention as soon as this ordeal was over. I had no desire to throw myself at every hot, throbbing stallion cock in Ponyville like a mare in heat, desperate for a dripping dick to fill her emptiness... I sighed. Having a slutty little voice in my head was proving to be rather troublesome. The hallway seemed to go straight, so I continued with caution for a few minutes until I came to a three-way split. Everything looked the same here; I would have expected Discord's lair to be far more... chaotic. I poked my head down the hallways, but they both appeared to lead to dead ends, so I kept moving forward. Eventually, I came to... another dead end. This was very frustrating; I just wanted to make some progress so this nightmare would end. Suddenly, I noticed a small hole in the wall. Intrigued, I peeked in, only to see a room beyond! Sure, it was dark, but there was definitely some space in there. I smirked. “Thought you were clever, eh Discord?” I charged up my horn, feeling safer already with power flowing through my body. A blind teleport was dangerous, but I believed I had seen enough of the other room to get it right. Just in case, I turned around so that if I did get stuck in something, it'd be my tail and not my head stuck in the middle of a wall of solid rock. I'd just do a little scouting to make sure it was safe, then come back for Applejack. Then, we'd make it to the center of this maze together. Already, I felt better knowing I would have one of my friends with me. The only way I was going to get through this mess was with those mares' help. I winked out of reality in one spot, and found myself in a very small—and very dark—room. The wall I'd just been peeking through couldn't have been much more than a few hooves in front of my face. I panted, exhausted from the teleport; although it hadn't been a totally blind one, it had been enough that I'd need to rest for a few moments. I tried to sit down, and found something was holding my rear fast. I turned, fearful of what I might find, only to see that a good half of my body was in the middle of a wall that was directly behind me! I clapped my hooves to my mouth to stop a scream. I felt air on my tail and oh-so-fuckable ass, so I knew that I was exposed and vulnerable. Just the thought of whatever hard, throbbing tentacles might be on the other side made my blood run cold and my mouth start to water. Did I mention having a slutty voice in my head was getting annoying? With a growing sense of urgency, I tried to wiggle my rear legs, only to find that they, too, were held fast by the rock. Today just kept getting worse and better. I glanced around, trying to estimate if I could teleport into the room and then make a jump from there into the hall beyond, but not enough light was coming through the tiny hole in the wall in front of me to tell. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough energy—particularly with all I'd gone through in the past hour or two—to attempt a blind teleport so soon after the last one. All I had to do was wait, keep perfectly still, and pray nothing found me before I could warp again. That was the precise moment when something shoved my tail out of the way and penetrated me. I screamed, hearing my shriek of pain (no, pleasure) echo in the tiny room I was boxed into. I knew that it couldn't be that big, but I felt like a tree had just forced its way inside me. But then again, a tree wouldn't be so warm... and throbbing... My face reddened as I futilely struggled to escape. “N-no... I don't... I'm not...” Despite my words, my tail stayed up, giving whatever was behind me no obstacles to overcome. If my mystery hunk could hear me, he gave no response. The hot, throbbing length shoved deeper into me, and I felt a pair of hooves smack me on the cutie mark repeatedly as he shoved himself further inside me. My cheeks burned as I imagined him, trying to conjure up a positive image for my own well-being: he'd be a huge, off-white stallion with a gentle smile; flaring wings; a horn bigger than any other pony's; a flowing, multicolor mane; and a huge, throbbing dick that couldn't get enough of my soft, sexy ass that he'd admired for years. Blushing, I almost wished that a walldick was nearby: my own fantasies could only do so much to let me cope. The aphrodisiac would at least let me enjoy this. My fantasy evaporated as I realized that the pony on the other side of the wall was probably a monstrosity Discord had made to look like some horrible perversion of a pony, or it could even be Discord himself for all I knew. I screamed as the mystery stallion thrust again, stretching me further than I'd been aware I could go; I could feel the individual veins on his thick stallionhood as he pulsated inside me. I panted, trying to strain away from the maddening sensation, but I felt myself starting to respond more and more as I started shoving myself towards him in time with his thrusts. I just had to endure this until I could do another blind teleport... but by the time I could do that, it might be too late. I huffed, feeling the thrusts coming faster and faster as the pony plunged further into me. It was actually starting to feel good, to my horror; I could feel my tail shooting straight up, begging him for more. My tongue lolled out of my mouth as I panted, trying to cool myself off from the unbearable heat on my rear. Just as I felt I had enough power to try to teleport, my ears shot straight up as I felt whatever was so keen on fucking me sink further in me, throb, and fill me with his (its?) cum. Tears filled my eyes as I screamed, unable to think as I desperately trying to break my lower legs free of the wall so I could kick this thing off of me, but the rock-hard cock didn't let up, rocketing load after load of wet ejaculate deep inside me. After my efforts proved useless for a few seconds, I lowered my head to the floor and covered my eyes. I couldn't see anything anyway, but maybe after this thing had had its way with me, it would move on. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't save my friends or myself, so I stood there and let a complete stranger take my virginity. After a few more loads, it relented, pulling out of me and moving away. My rear still smarted from his spanking, to say nothing of how sore I was under my now-lowered tail. Even now, I could feel a thin stream of the rapist's semen oozing out of me and down my leg. Or was that my own orgasm? I kept crying, feeling utterly worthless. I had wanted my first time to be special. I'd read so many romance novels where the heroic mare rushed in, swept the colt in distress off his hooves, and then found the love of her life that I had started to want that for me. I had wanted a first time that was magical, and instead, I had enjoyed a complete stranger raping me. Even if I managed to make it out of here okay, what would happen afterward? What would my friends think of me? What... what would Princess Celestia think of me? I curled up into a half-ball, too numb to think of doing anything. This place—and Discord—had taken everything from me. My friends, my innocence, and now my future. With my luck today, that thing had probably gotten me pregnant, and I had read enough old fables to know how my story would end, were that the case; I would be cast out of society, forced to birth whatever thing was growing within me on my own, then die a lonely death, with nothing but whatever grotesque half-breed came from inside to keep me company, assuming I didn't die from birthing the foal. Sure, Princess Celestia would try to help me, but nopony would want to be associated with a pony carrying an abomination of a child. There was no way some whore who had let a monster fuck her so roughly would be allowed as the personal student of a princess. After lying there for an indeterminate amount of time, I eased myself up on my front legs. If I had known more medical magic, I would have been able to tell what, if anything, was going to come of my little “encounter,” but all I could do now was to make a careful teleport out and keep moving. I couldn't fix my mistakes, but I could try to make up for them. I reached out with my magic, determining exactly where I ended and the wall began. “Okay Twilight,” I said, my breath coming out in ragged, tired puffs, “you can do this.” After some careful magical maneuverings over precious minutes, I found myself back in the hallway, determined to find another way around. Discord had broken my good cheer, robbed me of my innocence, manipulated me into doing horrible things to my friends, and drugged me, but I was not about to let him break my will. I put a hoof forward, determined to find a better way. Then, Pinkie smashed through the wall, showering me with bricks. To call me stunned would be an understatement. One of the bricks stuck me on the side of the head, sending me tumbling to the floor and landing on an already smarting rear. I groaned, my vision swimming. “P-Pinkie...?” Pink filled my vision as she stepped closer. “Right here, ya silly filly!” “Help me up, okay?” I needed a friend to lean on right now. She stepped over me and offered a back hoof to lift me up. I smiled. Even when the world was about to end, Pinkie would still be Pinkie. “Pinkie, getting up is going to be kind of hard with you standing right over me... couldn't you use a foreleg instead?” “Speaking of hard...” she chriped and leaned down. Wait, that wasn't a leg... My mouth hung open as Pinkie stuck her cock in my mouth and laid down on me, forcing her thick cock deep down my throat. Her own stomach was bloated, presumably with some delicious cum she'd had earlier, and her greater weight kept me pinned. I tried to say something, but it came out as a bunch of gurgling as Pinkie slid herself deeper inside my mouth. Once again, I silently cursed evolution for not giving me a gag reflex. “Aw, look at that! You're so happy to have a real pony to suck off and not some tentacle that you're speechless!” she remarked. Now that I looked closer, Pinkie's coloration looked off a little, and she sounded deranged. Had Discord gotten to another of my friends, or was this some kind of fake? I tried to twist my head away, but to no avail. Pinkie pinned me and shoved a hoof to one side of my head, forcing me to lock eyes with her. “Look at me,” she growled in a voice that made me too horrified to do anything but submit to her passions. I was still too drained to attempt any magic, and her earth pony strength was too much for me. Her tone shifted to a more amused one. “I mean, I know I would be speechless too, but here for some reason after I drank all that deeeeeeeelicious, super yummy tastyriffic love punch I started feeling kinda funny! I mean, I'm still a mare but I grew this thing and I thought 'You know, as long as I have this I might as well use it!'” She giggled. “Long! Get it? Like the horsecock you're sucking on!” In short order, Pinkie's hot, throbbing penis had worked a good ways down my throat. All the while, Pinkie chattered away, making small talk in her usual energetic way as she humped my mouth with all the ferocity of a maticore. I laid there, entirely submissive, resigned to my fate as Pinkie's bitch. I could do nothing; I had no magic, and my struggles were worthless. Besides, how could this be worse than what I'd already gone through? Pinkie came, and I got my answer: she tasted the same as the walldick. I moaned, feeling heat throughout my entire body as the drug's effect took hold. As the ropes of semen slid their way down my suddenly willing throat, all conscious thought evaporated. I wanted Pinkie's cock. I needed Pinkie's cock. I was meant to swallow this delicious cum. I was a filthy, filthy whore and I liked it. Pinkie, meanwhile, grinned. “Ooooh, so I can do that 'Oh yay, this is super fun time fantastics!' now too?! This is gonna be so much fun; I always knew you had a kinky side!” Eager to taste more of Pinkie, I wrapped my tongue around the flared tip of her penis and slurped, eliciting a moan of pleasure from my friend as she continued to send a thick stream of unfiltered liquid joy down my throat. If only she would stick it in me beneath my tail; I was already all nice and wet! My breath puffed out of my muzzle in hot bursts, which further excited Pinkie's twitching member. I wanted to please my master so much. “Oooh, twitch a twitch! Twitch a twitchy twitchy twitch!” she screamed as she sent one final blast of salty goodness down my throat, her cock jackhammering in my mouth as she filled me further with more liquid perfection. She pulled away, leaving my mouth half-open in delirious pleasure as a thin line of cum stretched between my lips and her still-engorged dick. I tried to say something, but it came out as a low moan. This was so much better than last time. “I'm not done yet...” Pinkie Pie added coyly. Oh Celestia yes, please more! With shaky hooves, I reached up to try to drag her back down to fuck me brainless, but she stepped back. “Now, now... you get it in the way I like it now.” She reached with a rear leg, aimed carefully, and unloaded one final blast directly onto my horn. The part of me that was still rational screamed about long-term effects from absorption of that much of the drug directly into my central nervous system, but I couldn't take my eyes off how beautiful her flared, brown-spotted cock was, with its throbbing veins and dripping tip. I wanted more. Badly. And I'd stop at nothing to be her bitch again. I licked my lips as I felt the moneyshot seep into my horn, and my thoughts blurred further as the drug seeped directly into my brain. “Piiiinkieee...” “Yes, Twilight?” She gazed at me with half-lidded eyes, taking in every inch of my sticky, used body. I noticed her lingering on my hindquarters, which sent a warm thrill through me. Oh please let Pinkie fuck me, please let Pinkie fuck me... “Take me, you magnificient beassst...” I slurred. I barely knew what I was saying; all I knew was that I couldn't let Pinkie leave. I had to have more of her one way or another. I rolled over, wincing as my bloated stomach shifted its weight, and crawled towards her, keeping my tail lifted so she could have an easy shot at my moist, tender, vulnerable bits. “I need you inside me.” My whole body was on fire, and I had to constantly stop my rear hooves from snaking their way back to tease myself. I had to focus on what was important. I had to focus on getting Pinkie Pie to fuck me so hard, I'd forget my own name. “Oh, Twilight, you silly. The refractory process means I can't glide inside your chewy lil' patooty for at least a little while!” I stopped, and my mouth hung open. Some semen drooled out. I didn't notice; I was too busy trying to figure out what she meant. “What's... what's 'refractorrrry' meannnn?” Words were so hard. I just wanted cock like a good little pony slut. Pinkie trotted over with an unreadable explanation on her face, which didn't bother me any, as I wasn't focusing on her face at all, instead preferring the flared tip of her bright pink penis. I licked my lips in anticipation. I needed more. To my disappointment, Pinkie just patted me on the head. “You'll know, Twilight. You'll know.” She bounced away, taking her delicious cock with her. My head lolled onto the ground. This was the worst day ever; after a great turn of events where my ass was so sexy a stranger tapped it and I blew one of my best friends, the potential for so much more had been lost. I murmured incoherently to myself as I gently started rubbing my slit with a rear hoof, determined to give the volcano within me some release. I fumbled around for a while before I realized why the sex toy industry was so big in Equestria; hooves really weren't made for pleasuring oneself. Quickly, I summoned my personal dildo from its pocket dimension, noting that it looked like Pinkie's hot, throbbing cock that I'd just sucked dry before I plunged it into me. I moaned with pleasure as my magic began to satisfy my burning need to have my void filled, and just as I cried out with pleasure from the fake horsecock bringing me to sticky satisfaction, my cry transformed into one of pain as a quivering dick of my own grew from my body, and with that final plunge, I squirted from my marehood and my new stallionhood. My mind a haze of pleasure and confusion, I murmured, “What, did Discord want me to just make eighty bits for every hundred that a mare makes?” Then, covered in juices from both my sexual organs, I passed out with a happy smile on my face, hoping a tentacle beast would come along to make sure I was pregnant. I couldn't help but wonder: what would it be like to take my new cock and fuck some squealing, tail-raising mare who would be too enraptured with my hot cock to fight back? GenerosityI woke up, sighing in disappointment when I didn't find myself in the clutches of a tentacled beast. After I had been so close to getting a throbbing cock in me with Pinkie, it had slipped away. I got to my hooves with a sigh, feeling my new horsecock flop as I rolled. It was a strange sensation, feeling the heat in both places from the thought of tentacles pumping me full of delicious, not-at-all bad for me spunk. I shook my head with a sigh, feeling my sword throb out of its sheath as I imagined getting pounded. As it bulged, I felt myself thinking more and more about being the fucker than the fuckee... finding some helpless mare, exposed to all the world, and plunging into her, feeling her wet and warmth all around me as I nibbled on her ears, relishing her plaintive moans. Had to keep moving. Standing around was doing me no favors. I held my tail high as I walked down the featureless, endless stone corridors, just in case a whiff of my dripping marehood would draw a pulsing beast to my side. To my dismay, none appeared as I walked; what happened to when I seemed to keep tripping all over the things? My steps echoed as I walked—the further I walked, the more alone I felt. Was there nopony else? No one else? Idly, I considered retracing my fevered steps and returning to where Applejack no doubt still lay, slumbering peacefully, the seeds of another species resting in the warm cradle of her body. A twitch came from the new part of me at the thought of her, completely helpless, totally vulnerable... No. She had been through enough. Or had she? My right forehoof hung in the air, frozen in mid-trot. “Hmm...” Applejack would no doubt only suffer if I didn't impart to her the same gift of a changed perspective, maybe even of a changed body, as I had received. Somehow, I didn't think she'd object to being more masculine. “Her and Rainbow Dash both.” I chuckled. Still, a faint thought in my mind whispered to go onward towards the center of the maze. At a loss to explain why, I did not turn back and headed for the center. After I had walked for a while, I heard a faint sniffle to the east. I paused, straining my ears that direction to try to catch more. The noise was definitely equine in origin, unless some other creature with powers unknown to me stalked this maze. With an inner snicker, I considered that the tentacle beasts might not even have much of a mouth to make such noises with. “Their appetites lay elsewhere,” I murmured, throbbing and slickening at the thought. “W-who's there?” a refined voice called. Drat. I'd alerted the listener. Still, that voice seemed familiar... “Rarity?” I poked my head around the corner I'd been hiding behind to see a scuffled-up, dirty, but very determined Rarity staring back at me. “Oh, Twilight, I'm so glad you're all... right...” Her eyes came to rest on my erect dick. “When... Um... how did... I mean... one does not...” “It's like you've never seen one before,” I muttered, trying to stop my eyes from resting on that plump white rear. So soft. So pure. Untamed ground, ready for seeding. “Did something do this to you, Twilight?” Her shimmering eyes, so full of concern, came to rest just before me. “I do know that there are some kind of things out there, but I never thought they could...” “They can do a lot of things.” I stood, somewhat uncomfortable from Rarity's examination of my new cock. She treated it so clinically, so analytically, that it was taking all the fun out of it. At that moment, a sloppy, wet sound came from behind me, and I turned to see a blue, amorphous blob slithering its way down the hall like a large puddle towards us. “I don't suppose that's a friend of yours, Twilight?” I said nothing, only watched in fascination as it flowed upward off the tile and into an obscene shape, from which dozens of dripping dickacles sprang. My first instinct was to call it some kind of perverse water elemental, but it was clearly not made of water, but rather something with more viscosity. Something more solid. Rarity stepped forward. “How uncouth. Surely such a thing—“ With blinding speed, it lashed out and actually drew Rarity inside of it with suddenly solid tentacles. The submerged Rarity opened her mouth to scream, only to find the bubble she was in collapsing as the liquid filled her throat. I stood by neutrally, fascinated, as an unwilling Rarity slowly gulped down the creature. Was it doing this? Was this Rarity's way of defeating it? Maybe all it was was drinking some water. As she gulped and the creature shrank more and more, I noticed an odd change coming over Rarity. Through the haze of liquid distortion, her toned body was growing more... round, more smoothed on the edges. Her already plush rear swelled, filling out as though she were having a second puberty. Her lips grew puffy, swelling to the point where they looked like strange mockeries of lips, a constantly full, open “O” stretching invitingly towards an eager stallion. Even her tail, as it shot upwards, seemed to be fusing into one solid piece, as though all the hairs had decided en masse to forgo this whole individuality business and become one. After a few minutes of this, Rarity had swallowed it all. She stood there, unmoving, only her eyes darting to and fro. Her mouth remained in that perfect, inviting “O.” “Wow, Rarity, I never knew you could do that!” I walked over from behind, only now noticing the full changes. Both her holes, too, had puffed up, with exaggerating rings around each, both stretched invitingly. “My, my, Rarity...” I murmured, feeling excitement come over my eager-to-be-tested tool. “How selfless of you to take that beast on by yourself. Such kindness deserves a reward, no...?” I mounted her, noting the colder feel to her body. It wasn't until I thrust into her, slick with anticipation, that I realized what was wrong: somehow, that thing had turned her whole body into one mass of rubber. The give, the elasticity it gave her as I thrust deeper and deeper couldn't be described. “Mm... Rarity, you like my gift...?” I whispered into her ear, knowing her head couldn't move but her eyes were no doubt flicking back as best they could. “Don't worry. I know you give and give... just let me give back for once.” Grunting, I thrust myself fully into her, relishing in the fading warmth of her now-latex body. So smooth, so soft, so accepting around me. Eventually, my twitching ministrations came to a close, and I withdrew, satisfied my gift had been given. Horrified eyes met me as I strode to in front of her. “You're welcome,” I whispered as I leaned in close, taking care not to poke her inflated form with my sharp horn. Wouldn't do to have Rarity deflate. “Charity only deserves more charity in return, Rarity,” I murmured, gently stroking her rubber cheek with an idle forehoof. “Don't worry about this happening to you—it's not like you had interesting things to say anyway.” I snickered, only a bit shocked at the harsh language escaping my own mouth. “Really, from the things I've heard about you, this oughta make things even easier on the Ponyville stallions!” I pounded a hoof on the wall, wheezing for breath as my laughter continued. “And don't worry about not getting me a gift, Rarity.” “I'm just fine without one. Just fine without one. Just fine. Just fine.” That echo of a doubt stayed with me as I left my friend-turned-fuck toy behind. Take Up My Pork Sword (or, How I Would've Ended It)Chapter 5: Kindness I didn’t have much of a plan for this one beyond “I do that thing where Twilight wonders nondescript halls for a while, then stuff happens” in that Twilight would come across a frightened, huddled Fluttershy, who would at first be so overjoyed to see somepony she knew that she’d flytackle Twilight in a tearful hug. Naturally, because it’s this story, Twilight would then rape her, smacking her up a bit at the same time and being a sadistic bitch. That’s about it. This is about the normal amount of planning I did for all these chapters. I’d just let alcohol and 2-4 hours of writing take care of the rest. Chapter 6: Magic This was the fun one; the whole reason I started writing the story was to get to this. Kind of a shame I didn't get to it when I found this that fun, but oh well. The chapter would open with Twilight walking for a very long time, giving the chance for some of her crazy to wear off. Twilight would have at last arrived at the center of the maze, finding Discord there. To her surprise, so were other ponies: all her friends (in their various states of duress as she left them, or just gaily enjoying the fun if they’re Pinkie) would be there, each getting tentacle raped. Celestia would also be there with a big, throbbing cock. She’d be chained to the wall, but eye Twilight hungrily as she entered the room. Twilight would have some dialogue about how Discord didn’t live up to his word or whatever excuse plot this story had, which Discord would basically ignore. With a snap of his fingers, he’d set Celestia loose, who immediately would zip to Twilight and start to mount her, which would feel oddly familiar (implying that Celestia was the one who raped Twilight when her ass was stuck in the wall). As Twilight protested and struggled, Discord would explain that he wasn’t the one doing these things, oh no! “For you see, my dear Twilight, I am an act-tor at heart!” In a flash, Discord appeared spotlighted on a stage, with an invisible audience throwing roses at his hoof and claw. “And I do so love to appease my audience. It’s a weakness, really.” He feigned a swoon. “And what did my audience want to see? Why, this of course!” He grinned. Twilight strained under the weight of Celestia, desperately pawing at the stones for some purchase. A squeak escaped her as a searching thrust of Celestia’s throbbing cock went through Twilight’s tail and brushed up against her own rock-hard shaft. “What in Tartarus are you talking about, Discord?” Cum cum get the cum Celestia I want you inside me I always have—shut up! “Who would want this? Who in Equestria would want to see this?” “Oh, nopony in Equestria, my small-minded little pony.” Discord grinned delivishly and snapped his fingers. “They, on the other hand…” He gestured toward a wall. At this point, the story shifts into second person, present-tense, addressing the reader directly as Discord babbles some fourth-wall breaking shit about how if his “audience” decides to stop watching, he’ll stop all of this. And then, the very last bit of the ending: As you stare at the wide-eyed ponies, their shining eyes beg you to end this, to let them return to a time when their lives were filled with friendship, magic, and the occasional world-saving exploit. Twilight, at last collapsing under Celestia’s advance, lets out a pained whinny as Celestia penetrates her. “Please!” she cries, before all that comes out of her mouth are oddly aroused sobs. Discord shrugs at you, as though to say “Can you believe the nerve?” One by one, that pleading light in each pony’s eyes dies as she surrenders to her new reality of continual rape. You clearly wouldn’t have it any other way.
Loyalty“There's nothing we can't overcome if we do it together!” I cheered. The others nodded at me, and together, we took our first step into the maze. We would defeat Discord. We had to. I felt, rather than saw, a shadow over me, and suddenly, all went dark for a moment. When I opened my eyes again, no longer did the walls of the palace garden maze surround me, but rather, some strange sort of stone walls. This had to be the work of Discord. I'd just disregard it and move on. I knew these gardens, and no amount of making the grass look like stone tile and the shrubbery... like... I tapped on a wall with a hoof. “Am I really inside a building?” “Indeed you are, Twilight Sparkle,” a mocking voice echoed around me. I tensed. “Discord! Where have you taken me? This wasn't one of the rules of your game!” He appeared before me. “Oh, the rules are the same. I've just... changed the setting a bit. And to even things out...” My horn reappeared. The relieving sense of magic flowed back into me, but I couldn't afford to relax. “There. Your precious magic is with you again. Never said I was unfair, did I?” He across his arms and snorted. “What—“ “Quiet, Twilight Sparkle, and listen.” In an instant, he was right before me, and I got a faceful of Discord. I kept myself from panicking. “As you've probably guessed, things aren't quite as they seem. Since you're Celestia's—“ I resisted the urge to correct him on the use of her proper title. “—personal student, I thought I'd see your worth myself. To get to the Elements of Harmony, you must head for the middle and avoid any distractions.” “Distractions? Like what?” He smirked. “Aww, but that would just be ruining the surprise, wouldn't it?” His face grew grim. “The new first rule, since I've been kind enough to give you ponies your magic and wings back, is that anypony who fails to get to the goal in the allotted time loses.” “W-what happens to the losers? And how long do we have? And where is everypony?” He vanished. I grit my teeth. This was going to be a long trek. “All part of the surprise, Twilight Sparkle!” His laughter echoed after me as I grimly set forth, hoping to find my friends. After walking for some time through the strange halls—oddly reminiscent of Castle Canterlot, in fact—I came to a large room that lacked the strange area lighting that had characterized the altered maze thus far. In response, I lit up my horn with a light spell and cautiously entered. “Hello? Is anypony there?” A muffled yell was all the answer I got. As my sense of direction told me forward was the way to go, I advanced towards the sound. Eventually, the darkness lifted to reveal—“Rainbow Dash!” Rainbow Dash, minus her wings, was listlessly hanging in the grip of some orange blob. She was suspended in air, with the blob's tentacles wrapped lovingly around her. One tentacle was wrapped around her tail, lifting it into the air, while the others pulsated within her slit and other orifices. I recoiled from the scene in horror. Milky white fluid oozed from every hole on her body, and her eyes, though desperately pleading to me, looked glassy and lifeless at the same time. “Rainbow Dash!” I called again, torn between my need to rescue my friend and my desire to not be the creature's next plaything. Rainbow Dash turned to me just as the tentacle in her mouth withdrew, leaving a trailing line of fluid between her sticky muzzle and the throbbing tentacle. I couldn't help but be impressed by her—one tentacle would make even a well-hung stallion jealous. Rainbow Dash coughed, spraying monster semen over the floor. “T-Twilight... help me... please... I'm almost starting to... to... to like it! You've got your horn, save—“ Before she could go on, a different tentacle shoved its way into her mouth, and she moaned in pleasure, her eyes rolling back into her head as she eagerly sucked on its impressive length. When had Rainbow Dash learned to deepthroat like that? Her stomach was actually starting to swell from all she'd swallowed. I put a hoof forward, then hesitated. While the creature still seemed to be focused on Rainbow Dash, I couldn't be sure that it wouldn't turn its attentions to me, and while a certain horrifyingly hot part of me wouldn't mind that, I had a mission to do. One more pressing concern came to the forefront of my mind: Could I even be sure this was Rainbow Dash at all? Sure, she looked and sounded like Rainbow Dash... but Rainbow Dash was loyal. She wouldn't be giving into some monster's perversions like that. She wasn't even struggling or lashing out... in fact, I could have sworn that the tentacle holding her tail up barely needed to do anything—she was offering herself to it! “You're not Rainbow Dash.” The not-Rainbow Dash closed its eyes and moaned in response, too focused on the hot, throbbing tentacle in its mouth to reply. “Rainbow Dash is loyal. She wouldn't abandon her friends like this by betraying our mission for sex. And on top of that, Discord gave us our horns and wings back!” I shouted at the top of my lungs, “Bad try, Discord. I saw through your little illusion!” My words echoed off the walls, and the beast attending to the not-Rainbow Dash ceased its movement after sending one last surge of jizz into her. It dropped the not-Dash onto the floor, eliciting a moan of pleasure as the cum—too much for any pony to bear—slowly leaked from her mouth, anus, and slit. She licked her lips clean. I shuddered to think that I had thought that was my friend. The beast, meanwhile, surged toward me, extending a few tentacles my way. Panicking, I spotted a door on the other side and put most of my magical power into a quick teleport. No time for screwing around. A blink later, I was just on the other side of the door, where the ambient light had returned. I collapsed, panting. Blind teleporting was a risky business, and I had been lucky not to end up partway through the wall, my rear to the monstrosity that would have gladly used and abused it. I panted, trying to keep my breaths shallow as I listened for any movement. All I needed was a few moments to recover and I'd be on my way. Pant. The noise from the other side ceased. Pant. A slow rumbling came my way. Fuck! Pant. The rumbling grew closer. No. No no no no! Pant. The rumbling stopped right on the other side of the door. No. I wasn't going to lose my virginity: not now, not to this! Pant. “Twilight, save me!” Oh, the not-Dash. I closed my eyes in thanks. With any luck, she'd distract it. Pant. More panting from the other side as the tentacled abomination fucked the fake Dash's brains out. Again. Pant. I got up and walked onward, shaky at first, but with increasing strength. Clearly, Discord was going to stop at nothing if he was willing to stoop this low. Pant. All I had to do was find my friends and stand together with them. We'd escape these horrors and save Equestria if it killed me. Although the horror I'd seen lingered in my mind, I tried to focus it into a righteous anger. Discord, you will pay for even thinking about doing that to my friend.
HonestyStill trying to recover from the last horrifying thing I'd seen, I walked on. I was still short of breath from that burst of magic, so I tried to keep myself to a slow walk. Just like I had read, it was best to pace yourself in a race, and this race was far more serious than The Running of the Leaves had ever been. I shuddered as I thought again of the abomination that had been all too ready to pin me down and fill every inch of my body with its hot, thick seed. Was that what Discord had planned for those of us who “lost”? If so, I couldn't afford to lose any time. If any of my other friends came across those monsters, nothing good could come of it. Rarity would probably panic about how unseemly it was, poor Fluttershy would try to reason with the thing, Pinkie Pie would consider it all fun and games... until somepony got penetrated, and Applejack would... I paused. Applejack and Rainbow Dash would probably be fine, actually. Rainbow Dash, with her wings back, would probably be able to outmaneuver the thing, although I couldn't help but worry that she'd try to fight it first, and that might not go so well for her once she was in its grip. But what about Applejack? Applejack, with her impressive strength, would probably be able to burst out of the thing's grip, if she couldn't outrun it. Sadly, I couldn't see any of us beating them in a straight fight, but that was what we had our wits for. With a start, I wondered if the creatures could sense traces of magic. The one earlier had been sharp enough to move in my general direction after I teleported, even if it hadn't found me. I shuddered again, imagining how many showers it'd take for me to feel remotely clean after seeing that thing. I'd read about creatures that crossbred—often by force—with ponies, with some sort of magic causing their spawn to leech off the pony's lifeforce and energy until it was ready to be birthed, but I never would have dreamed that I would actually see one. I grit my teeth. Princess Celestia, the moment I got back from this, was going to teach me some war magic. I didn't care how peaceful the land looked—if things like what I had ran into earlier were out there (and apparently more common than my books had said), there was no way I was going to be caught defenseless before one. But would that be so bad, really? Horrified, I stopped dead and tripped over my own hooves, crashing to the floor of the hallway. What in Celestia's name was wrong with me? I cast a quick spell to turn a section of the wall to glass temporarily, and was relieved to see only my horrified face. My mouth hung slightly open, and one of my ears kept twitching. Clearly, I was just under stress. This day had been trying already, and it was bound to get a whole lot worse before it got better. I shook off my dread, willing myself to go on. No doubt I'd see worse before I reached the end of this twisted maze. It should have had the same layout as the garden maze, but without being able to see the sky to judge my position, I was unsure if I was still heading in the correct direction or not. All I could do was to trust my instincts. I rounded another corner and stared down another dull hallway. “Why does every place in here look the same? And here I thought Discord was all about chaos.” I shook my head and kept moving, observing several branching paths and doors that I passed, keeping a wary eye out for even a hint of a tentacle beast. According to my instincts, the correct way was still straight, so I continued on in that direction. I reached an intersection where I could go any way but right, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flash of yellow tail down the left hallway. “Applejack?” I murmured. If AJ was here, it was in my best interest to gather us together, but fear of Discord's trickery stayed my hooves. No. No, all I had to do was reach the center, and I'd see everypony there. I couldn't afford to make side trips, if Discord's punishment for the “losers” was anything like what I imagined. But then again... No. I had my mission and I would carry it out, no matter the cost. I moved on, emboldened by newfound conviction, only to arrive at a dead end. I slowly came to a stop and examined the wall. It felt solid to the touch, and I was sure that I needed to keep going in this direction to get closer to the center of this maze. Assuming my sense of direction was on target. “Ooh, going around would take forever!” I moaned. I couldn't afford to waste time. Could I melt the wall into mud and crawl through? Could I try a blind teleport? There were too many unknown variables in the equation: I had no idea how thick the wall was, what was on the other side, what material it was made out of, or if I was even walking in the correct direction! I could afford a small detour. With a sigh, I traveled back and looped around, turning left at the first opportunity so I could go around the obstruction. Strangely, I had noted hardly any passages moving in this direction, and the particular hallway I found myself in held no doors or branching hallways. After what I estimated was ten minutes of trotting along, I reached another dead end directly in the way. I growled. “I don't have time for this, you... you... maze!” “Something wrong, Twilight Sparkle?” Discord's voice echoed from all around me. I looked up. “Yeah, your stupid maze is full of walls blocking my way forward! If I can't get to the center, what's the point in even having a maze!” A short silence followed, so I added, “I mean, you were the one who said you were fair in these games, right?” From what I could tell of Discord, his hubris was likely his biggest weakness. If I could exploit that pride and turn it to my advantage... “How right you are, Twilight Sparkle.” Him referring to me only by my full name was starting to get a little unsettling. “It seems even as powerful a being as I can make a mistake!” I puffed up, closing my eyes in an expression of victory. “Well, if you wouldn't mind clearing the way, then...” Malice dripped off his every word. “Certainly.” I felt traces of the dizzying magic that seemed to mark Discord's magical traces and opened my eyes, eager to continue onward. Heat immediately rushed to my face. The wall was still there, but in the center was a huge, throbbing member, colored the same as the tentacles that I'd seen rape the fake Rainbow Dash. This one, though, was mottled slightly, with a few brown spots marking it near the flared tip, as though someone had tried to make it more appealing to a mare's eye. Which is probably exactly what he had done. “D-Discord, this isn't funny! Fix the wall!” I struggled to keep my composure in the face of this latest indignity. “It is fixed. You'll just have to 'swallow' the consequences of not wasting time!” A sinking feeling grew in my stomach. He didn't mean... “Enjoy. I know you will.” Again, his echoing laughter faded into the distance. I grit my teeth as I stared at the massive penis. Well, there was nothing for it. I opened wide and slid it into my mouth. My jaw immediately smarted; it certainly had the girth of what I'd seen enjoy Rainbow Dash so much. Slowly, I worked its flared tip with my tongue, letting myself get used to having it in my mouth. I wasn't going to enjoy this. I wasn't going to enjoy this. I wasn't going to enjoy this. Slowly, it throbbed in my mouth, tickling the roof of my mouth and striking a few teeth. I murmured, “Oh, you like that, do you?” but I doubted anypony would have been able to understand me. Blushing, I slid more of my watery mouth over the wall penis—to get it over with more quickly, of course. I continued licking, my tonguework reaching a fevered pace as it kept throbbing and throbbing in my mouth. I developed a nice rhythm to its pattern, and I found myself enjoying the challenge of keeping up with its increasing pace. My fear of bearing a foal aside, maybe being with stallions wouldn't be so bad. My cheeks were on fire as I, without warning, took its entire length into my throat, feeling it slam the back wall of my throat. Meanwhile, I licked its length furiously, feeling its warm length almost seem to complete me. I moaned, feeling it twitch more and more inside me. I wasn't going to enjoy this. Without warning, it came. Its seed was a burning, salty stream down my throat, and I had no choice but to swallow it all. Thank you, anatomy, for not giving me a gag reflex. Now I was stuck with all this... delicious cum... in my stomach. My entire body grew warm as the cock throbbed, giving me more and more to drink. I felt certain I was going to lit on fire at any moment—why was I so warm?! Then, the penis sent another, hotter spurt of sperm down my throat, and I ceased to have conscious thought. All I could focus on was the cock. Had to suck it. Had to swallow all that; I couldn't let even one drop go to waste. Peripherally, I felt myself growing wetter and wetter as the heat sought release near my hindquarters. Momentarily, part of me wondered if this “semen” was really just a delivery system for a potent aphrodisiac meant to make a potential pony more pliable to the tentacle creatures' will, but my inner slut backhoofed her into submission, screaming at her to just shut up and drink more cum. I guzzled more and more as my throat rumbled with my appreciation. Eventually, all that deliciously tangy fluid started to slow. No! That couldn't happen! I needed more. Subconsciously, I bent over and raised my tail, my most primal instincts coming to the fore as my sex burned like a phoenix, desperately dribbling a few bits, but wanting, needing a nice, hunky tentacle, horsecock, or something to help it along. I worked my tongue quickly, desperately trying to coax anything further out of it. I couldn't waste a single drop. Despite my feverish efforts, less and less started coming from the delightful organ, and in desperation, I slid some of its length out of my mouth and started working the end of the shaft with my forehooves. When that didn't work and I could barely taste globby, salty goodness in my mouth, I withdrew my mouth completely. “Damn it, I know you're holding out on me!” I screeched, my words echoing off the walls of the dungeon. My breaths came in short, quick pants, and my tail shot straight up. Somehow, I kept enough self-control to not shove that rock-hard length into my fire. I waved my flank back and forth, hoping for one of those tentacle beasts to come from behind satisfy me. If this was what fake Rainbow Dash had been “suffering” from, put me down as a glutton for punishment! As I stared at the still-throbbing cock, it suddenly shot a load onto my face, burning my eyes. In my drugged state, I barely noticed. “Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes yes yessssssss!” With a fury that would have surprised Pinkie Pie, I licked my face clean, desperate to get every last drop I could. Of course, some of it was bound to just forever be matted into my fur, but beggars couldn't be choosers. Before long, I had licked every last inch of my muzzle and face as clean that I could of the deliciously salty mess. I was glad that Big Mac kept bringing me all those pretzels last month, although in light of recent events, his insistence that I become more accepting of salty tastes was a bit suspect. I looked longingly at the wall, hoping another sweet and salty surprise was in store for me, only to see the wall crumbling, revealing another wall just behind it with a mirror. Still feeling the intense heat in my body, I limped forward, nursing a bloated stomach. “W-what's this for?” I examined myself in the mirror. The money shot had left much of my face sticky, and I kept blinking, trying to get the jizz out of my eyes. Tears streamed down my face in an effort to get the foreign matter out of my eyes, and without even thinking, I licked up the tears, relishing the further heat in my body as I tasted the tangy combination of salt from my own body as well as the salty taste from the wallcock's gift. Curiously, a few drops of the precious seed had splattered my horn, and as I watched, they absorbed into the horn, sliding in in an almost sexual manner. “Huh. Thass weird,” I slurred, still feeling flushed from the sudden heat in my body. The room spun, and I staggered to one side. A unicorn's horn connected directly to her brain and magical focus centers, and anypony who wanted to drug a unicorn was frequently better off soaking the horn as opposed to any other method. I, however, was too high on drugged, delicious, salty tentacle jizz to care. I giggled. “Thass good! Sho good.” The wall before me crumbled, and I staggered through the opening into a larger room. Just like the room I had found the fake Rainbow Dash in, this room was cavernous and dark, lacking the ambient light that coated the rest of the hallways. Coated them like that moneyshot coated my face! Briefly, I considered trying to draw all the moisture out of my face's fur so I could swallow it, but I decided against it after putting a hoof on my swollen belly. “Guess I can have too much of a good thing!” I giggled again like a silly filly. I lit up my horn, still giggling at how my huge stomach swayed as I moved. Abruptly, I came to a stop, noticing a chasm below me. A tentacle monster looked up at me... well, not looked exactly, but all its appealing tentacles pointed in my direction. I was tempted to leap right in and let them penetrate me on the way down, but the part of my brain that was still rational screamed that the height was enough that I was severely injure myself from the fall. As I was pondering this, a familiar voice spoke. “H-heavens to Betsy, girl, what happened to you?” I looked up, startled. Across the chasm, a good sixty meters away from me, was Applejack—suspiciously without her hat. My eyes narrowed. Another fake? My narrowed eyes put her on edge, and her own green eyes darted about. “Uh, Twilight, it's me, Applejack! Ya'll all right? This here maze thingy is more messed up than Apple Bloom's room, I tell you what. I'm just glad you aren't in the grip of—“ She peeked over the edge of the chasm and shuddered. “One of them things. Had three of 'em chasing me earlier, but I gave them the slip, lickety-split!” She smiled warmly. “I sure was worried about you in here, Twilight. If we're gonna blast our way outta here with the Elements, we're gonna need you to be at your best, and... well, no offense... but I know you aren't too experienced in the ways of romance. These here things are probably right terrifying to you.” “Oh... yes, very scary,” I murmured. All the while, I examined her, thinking. Was this really my friend? She seemed kind and honest enough. Could I trust my vision? And could I get a damn cock inside me to fill this emptiness? I flushed again, feeling my unsatisfied heat. The power of that wallcock was mighty indeed. “One thing though, Twi...” “Yesh?” I slurred. Ugh, I sounded like Berry Punch. Just a little. “How'd you get your horn back?” I grinned. Discord, you fool. You thought I wouldn't see through this? “Oh, I uh... I completed a little test,” I said, licking my lips, “and in any case, I can put it to use here. I'll help you jump across the chasm and we can continue on together!” She chuckled. “Well, I'd be mighty obliged, seein' as I don't have wings and all, but... couldn't you just teleport me?” Well. She had me there. Suddenly, inspiration struck. “Take a running start and jump! I'll use the, uh... the... kinetic energy to boost it!” I gave her a sheepish grin. “My magic'sh a little weak right now, see. Too many monster dicks ready to shlam me.” I giggled again, thinking about the trick I was about to play. Let's see your minions get a taste of your own medicine—and something else besides, Discord! “Uh... you sure you're all right, sugarcube?” I nodded, and although she gave me a leery look, Applejack backed up and leapt across with a mighty jump, expecting my magic to warp her to safety. Oh, my magic took hold of her, all right. “What the hay? Twilight? I thought you said you were teleportin' me?!” Applejack called as she slowly floated down into the pit. I looked over the edge to see her waggling her legs as she descended to the waiting tentacle beast. She was in the grip of my magic; she could do nothing. “Sorry, fake AJ. I lied.” “F-f-fake?” She looked up with pleading jade eyes. That was a good look for her. “Twilight, what I'm tellin' you is the honest truth—I'm your friend, so don't leave me to this thing!” I cackled. “Sorry, Discord, but your puppet forgot that all my friends know about us getting our wings and horns back! Even when you throw the earth ponies at me, I'm totally prepared!” I belched suddenly. Ooh, so nice I tasted it twice. “Now, for a little show,” I whispered as Applejack hovered just above the monstrosity. “Oh, horseapples,” Applejack said before I dropped her. She screamed, but the loving tentacles caught her, saving her from certain doom.. Applejack, in desperation, said, “N-now, let's not be hasty. Now, you saved me from falling, and I'm grateful for that. But, I'm sure we can work—“ A red tentacle roughly shoved its way into her mouth, and over her muffled cries, embedded itself deeper and deeper into her throat. Frustrated tears streaming down her face from closed eyes, Applejack tried to bite down on the throbbing thing, but it responded by expanding, stretching her jaw to a degree that would have made Pinkie Pie ache. I watched, fascinated, as large globs of cum worked their way from the slime's central body, only to release themselves into Applejack's mouth, no doubt sending her tastebuds wild with its delicious flavor. Assuming it was just as good (if not better, my drugged mind whispered) than what I had sampled, of course. Applejack had no choice but to swallow, and by the third load, her face was flushed, she was raising her flank high in the air, and her tail had shot straight up. She moaned, unused to such pleasure. She opened her eyes and looked around at all the unoccupied tentacles, giving them her best “fuck me” look. They complied. Three separate tentacles snaked around and held her legs apart and tail aloft while two apiece fucked her slit and anus, sending continuous streams of seed into her. I watched, fascinated, as Applejack howled in muffled pain, unable to do anything as she was stretched to her limit and beyond; I supposed this type was more of a breeding model. The stretching would probably prepare her to deliver whatever strange offspring this creature laid in ponies. For all I knew, it was laying eggs in Applejack. I had read about it once. I watched all this, unable to tear my eyes away, wishing more and more it was me down there. I still burned, although my thoughts were starting to clear a little. Logically, I knew that it was all a trick so I'd become their “my little tentacle slave”, but my body didn't care. I needed someone, something, inside me. Hesitantly, I fired up my horn to cast one of my most private spells, one I'd discovered in an old book Princess Celestia had sent me by mistake. I had claimed that I had returned it without reading, but what she didn't know didn't hurt her. My vibrator appeared from its pocket dimension as usual, ready to go, but something was different. Instead of being its usual off-white with a sunburst design, it now looked like one of the tentacles currently hard at work sexing up Applejack. Confused, I thought back to the spell as best I could. It had mentioned something about the sex toy summoned depended on the unicorn's sensibilities at the time—I supposed in my case, it was reflecting my desperate need for a repeat performance from that miraculous walldick. Just as I was about to shove it in me just as roughly as I could and start murmuring about being a naughty, tardy filly, I heard a scraping behind me. I turned, only to see another red tentacle beast shambling towards me. I immediately clapped my hooves together with glee. Hooray, the genuine article at last! I bent down and wiggled my sexy flank in the air, lifting my tail up so it'd be nice and convenient for the hunk of a beast to impregnate me. I couldn't wait for its hot length to slide all the way inside me, throbbing as it laid its eggs or whatever insi— Wait. What in Tartarus was I doing? My eyes shot open as the last of the fog cleared from my head. I looked down, and to my horror, I saw a tentacle with a flared tip snaking up my back right leg. I tried to pull away, only for another to reach up and begin to tease my exposed slit. I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure, my entire body shuddering as I fought the desire to let it have its way with me. Eventually, my body won out, and slowly, the flared tip buried itself in me—only for me to be overcome by a wave of revulsion as my whinny of pleasure tore my vocal chords. I was Twilight Sparkle, famed heroine of Equestria. And I was letting a tentacle monster rape me. This would not stand. Too desperate to come up anything flashy, I lit up my horn over my pants and whinnies of pleasure and warped across the chasm. I hyperventilated as I watched the confused beast look around, wondering where its willing bit of horseflesh had gone. I cowered, completely terrified, as it lumbered around, searching its side of the room for me. My eyes remained locked on its quivering tentacles—one still slick from having been inside me moments before, though it hadn't finished—as I clamped a hoof over my mouth and came onto the floor, disgusted with myself. It hadn't laid anything in me, but somehow, laying there on the cold stone floor, letting the memory of an alien creature's cock satisfy my body's need, almost felt like a worse defeat than being raped. After a few minutes, it left, disappointed. All that was left in the room was the sounds of not-Applejack guzzling monster seed, the unmistakeable smell of my completed orgasm, and the sound of my tears hitting the stone floor. I sat there, cradling my tail, stoking it obsessively and whispering to myself. “There's something wrong with me.”
LaughterI lay there for some time, shivering, frozen, unable to pick myself off the ground. I felt horribly, horribly alone and violated, the last of my shameful squirt dripping onto the ground long after my tears had dried. The stone ground was cold, colder than even I felt. I didn't care if that Applejack down there was actually my friend or not. Nopony deserved to go through what had just happened to her and nearly had happened to me. I could try rationalizing it to myself, of course. I had been drugged—it wasn't my fault! I had thought she was some kind of trap set by Discord—it wasn't my fault! This insane day had put me under all kinds of stress—it wasn't my fault! No. I knew it was my fault, and I wasn't sure if I could ever forgive myself. For all I knew, I had left the real Rainbow Dash to just be endlessly fucked by those tentacles; they weren't even the breeding kind, so they'd just use her until they ran out of energy. According to the reading I had done on the subject, that could be several hours. A sick, sick part of me grinned with pleasure at the thought. No. Bad brain. I swatted at my horn with a hoof. Even though I'd barely had any of that drug soak into my horn, I knew enough was there to pervert my thoughts a little; my research on the subject had stated that it sometimes took months or years for a contaminant in a unicorn's horn to work its way out, although under certain extreme circumstances, the horn would shatter itself and attempt to burn out all connection to a unicorn's body to save the rest of the system. Unfortunately, I hadn't studied anything beyond theories on the subject, so I had no idea how to cure myself. I shuddered. Magic was awfully nice to have. Even though Discord hadn't kept mine from me for long, I had felt naked without it. Well, more naked than usual, at least. To think: maybe this whole crisis could have been avoided if we'd been wearing some clothes. Despite my situation, I chuckled. Emboldened by my small moment of wit, I rose to my hooves, grimacing as I felt my stomach slosh. I could only imagine what it was going to do to my system once I digested it—no doubt that would be more potent than simple absorption through the glands of my mouth. All I could do was keep moving. And yet... My ears detected no further hint of the tentacle beasts' presence. With a sense of trepidation, I glanced over the rocky edge of the crevasse, only to see a huddled Applejack at the bottom. Quickly, I teleported her up. She was in bad shape. Excess ejaculate oozed from her rear, dribbling onto the ground, and her eyes were closed. I tried to keep from focusing on her exposed, vulnerable, pink marehood, just rife for a good licking. I swatted at my horn, trying to shut the drugged part of my brain up. A painful expression was on her face, as though she'd just been bucked in the face. My ears drooped. I had done this to her. “A-Applejack?” Hesitantly, I reached out a hoof to rest on her mane. She didn't respond, so my hoof hovered there. I was unsure if it was a good idea to touch her—or, indeed, if I even deserved to be near her after what I had done—so I spoke again. “Applejack, I'm so sorry.” My voice cracked. Three little words that meant next to nothing. My excuses were pointless; they couldn't give Applejack her innocence back. They couldn't undo the brutal rape she had just endured. They couldn't undo the intense self-loathing that burned in me, making me feel more vulnerable than I had ever been at the appendages of the tentacle beasts. And they certainly couldn't undo Discord thrusting us into this nightmare. Applejack shivered on the stone tile, curling into as tight a ball as she could manage with the bulge in her belly. “This ain't happening. Yep, I'm clearly just having some sort of dream, and Big Mac's about to wake me up for a long day of work...” “Applejack...” Denying the truth wasn't going to get anypony anywhere. Through her own tears, she smiled. “Yep... I can smell Granny Smith's pancakes now. Few moments, this won't be nothing but a quickly forgotten nightmare. I mean, if nothing else, I know Twilight would never do that to me.” I froze. “She's such a good friend, she'd never do that to me. I mean, sure, in the terms of this crazy dream that... delicious...” She licked her lips. “That stuff shot out by them yogurt cannon monsters is right addictive and messes with the mind, but even so, Twilight would find a way to hang on.” Her eyes opened, and she looked at me with a face that plead to hear good news. “Right, Twilight?” I choked up. Applejack was always the strong one, the one I relied on when things got so tough that all hope seemed lost. She was the pillar of strength in our group, and I had served her up on a silver platter. “I... I'm so sorry,” I squeaked, sounding more like Fluttershy. Words failed me. How could I apologize? I knew almost exactly what she was feeling—differences in our constitutions aside—and that made it that much worse, that I had doomed her to such a fate. “Heh heh. Well, don't you worry none, sugarcube.” Her eyes closed again, and her bloated belly rose and fell with rhythmic breaths. “This here's just a dream, and I'll wake up in moments.” In moments, she was asleep, which spoke volumes about the degree of self-control she had. Truth be told, I had always envied earth ponies a little. I wouldn't want to live without my horn, but earth ponies had so many subtle ways to flex their nature to their advantage. Why, she had recovered from being drugged in half the time I had. With a touch so light I might have been using one a feather, I stoked her mane and whispered, “You just get some rest, Applejack. I'll scout out a safe path for us and come back here for you. I promise.” With any luck, I'd find a hot tentacle to play around with a little. I shook off the perverted thought and focused. Upon a quick scan of the room, I noticed a small door that Applejack must have missed. I couldn't be sure which way was correct, but if she had come from the other door on this side of the chasm, this had to be worth a try. Hesitantly, I nudged the door open with my muzzle, not wanting to risk a magic trail giving me away. For all I knew, the contaminants in my system could've made it misfire. The door opened into an annoyingly plain hallway, but I saw no signs of danger. I crept forward, wishing I was wearing socks or something to mask the sound of my movement; hard hooves on stone weren't exactly what I would call “stealthy”, and I wanted to save all my magic in case of a sexy emergency. I swatted at my horn again. A dire emergency. I made a mental note to seek medical attention as soon as this ordeal was over. I had no desire to throw myself at every hot, throbbing stallion cock in Ponyville like a mare in heat, desperate for a dripping dick to fill her emptiness... I sighed. Having a slutty little voice in my head was proving to be rather troublesome. The hallway seemed to go straight, so I continued with caution for a few minutes until I came to a three-way split. Everything looked the same here; I would have expected Discord's lair to be far more... chaotic. I poked my head down the hallways, but they both appeared to lead to dead ends, so I kept moving forward. Eventually, I came to... another dead end. This was very frustrating; I just wanted to make some progress so this nightmare would end. Suddenly, I noticed a small hole in the wall. Intrigued, I peeked in, only to see a room beyond! Sure, it was dark, but there was definitely some space in there. I smirked. “Thought you were clever, eh Discord?” I charged up my horn, feeling safer already with power flowing through my body. A blind teleport was dangerous, but I believed I had seen enough of the other room to get it right. Just in case, I turned around so that if I did get stuck in something, it'd be my tail and not my head stuck in the middle of a wall of solid rock. I'd just do a little scouting to make sure it was safe, then come back for Applejack. Then, we'd make it to the center of this maze together. Already, I felt better knowing I would have one of my friends with me. The only way I was going to get through this mess was with those mares' help. I winked out of reality in one spot, and found myself in a very small—and very dark—room. The wall I'd just been peeking through couldn't have been much more than a few hooves in front of my face. I panted, exhausted from the teleport; although it hadn't been a totally blind one, it had been enough that I'd need to rest for a few moments. I tried to sit down, and found something was holding my rear fast. I turned, fearful of what I might find, only to see that a good half of my body was in the middle of a wall that was directly behind me! I clapped my hooves to my mouth to stop a scream. I felt air on my tail and oh-so-fuckable ass, so I knew that I was exposed and vulnerable. Just the thought of whatever hard, throbbing tentacles might be on the other side made my blood run cold and my mouth start to water. Did I mention having a slutty voice in my head was getting annoying? With a growing sense of urgency, I tried to wiggle my rear legs, only to find that they, too, were held fast by the rock. Today just kept getting worse and better. I glanced around, trying to estimate if I could teleport into the room and then make a jump from there into the hall beyond, but not enough light was coming through the tiny hole in the wall in front of me to tell. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough energy—particularly with all I'd gone through in the past hour or two—to attempt a blind teleport so soon after the last one. All I had to do was wait, keep perfectly still, and pray nothing found me before I could warp again. That was the precise moment when something shoved my tail out of the way and penetrated me. I screamed, hearing my shriek of pain (no, pleasure) echo in the tiny room I was boxed into. I knew that it couldn't be that big, but I felt like a tree had just forced its way inside me. But then again, a tree wouldn't be so warm... and throbbing... My face reddened as I futilely struggled to escape. “N-no... I don't... I'm not...” Despite my words, my tail stayed up, giving whatever was behind me no obstacles to overcome. If my mystery hunk could hear me, he gave no response. The hot, throbbing length shoved deeper into me, and I felt a pair of hooves smack me on the cutie mark repeatedly as he shoved himself further inside me. My cheeks burned as I imagined him, trying to conjure up a positive image for my own well-being: he'd be a huge, off-white stallion with a gentle smile; flaring wings; a horn bigger than any other pony's; a flowing, multicolor mane; and a huge, throbbing dick that couldn't get enough of my soft, sexy ass that he'd admired for years. Blushing, I almost wished that a walldick was nearby: my own fantasies could only do so much to let me cope. The aphrodisiac would at least let me enjoy this. My fantasy evaporated as I realized that the pony on the other side of the wall was probably a monstrosity Discord had made to look like some horrible perversion of a pony, or it could even be Discord himself for all I knew. I screamed as the mystery stallion thrust again, stretching me further than I'd been aware I could go; I could feel the individual veins on his thick stallionhood as he pulsated inside me. I panted, trying to strain away from the maddening sensation, but I felt myself starting to respond more and more as I started shoving myself towards him in time with his thrusts. I just had to endure this until I could do another blind teleport... but by the time I could do that, it might be too late. I huffed, feeling the thrusts coming faster and faster as the pony plunged further into me. It was actually starting to feel good, to my horror; I could feel my tail shooting straight up, begging him for more. My tongue lolled out of my mouth as I panted, trying to cool myself off from the unbearable heat on my rear. Just as I felt I had enough power to try to teleport, my ears shot straight up as I felt whatever was so keen on fucking me sink further in me, throb, and fill me with his (its?) cum. Tears filled my eyes as I screamed, unable to think as I desperately trying to break my lower legs free of the wall so I could kick this thing off of me, but the rock-hard cock didn't let up, rocketing load after load of wet ejaculate deep inside me. After my efforts proved useless for a few seconds, I lowered my head to the floor and covered my eyes. I couldn't see anything anyway, but maybe after this thing had had its way with me, it would move on. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't save my friends or myself, so I stood there and let a complete stranger take my virginity. After a few more loads, it relented, pulling out of me and moving away. My rear still smarted from his spanking, to say nothing of how sore I was under my now-lowered tail. Even now, I could feel a thin stream of the rapist's semen oozing out of me and down my leg. Or was that my own orgasm? I kept crying, feeling utterly worthless. I had wanted my first time to be special. I'd read so many romance novels where the heroic mare rushed in, swept the colt in distress off his hooves, and then found the love of her life that I had started to want that for me. I had wanted a first time that was magical, and instead, I had enjoyed a complete stranger raping me. Even if I managed to make it out of here okay, what would happen afterward? What would my friends think of me? What... what would Princess Celestia think of me? I curled up into a half-ball, too numb to think of doing anything. This place—and Discord—had taken everything from me. My friends, my innocence, and now my future. With my luck today, that thing had probably gotten me pregnant, and I had read enough old fables to know how my story would end, were that the case; I would be cast out of society, forced to birth whatever thing was growing within me on my own, then die a lonely death, with nothing but whatever grotesque half-breed came from inside to keep me company, assuming I didn't die from birthing the foal. Sure, Princess Celestia would try to help me, but nopony would want to be associated with a pony carrying an abomination of a child. There was no way some whore who had let a monster fuck her so roughly would be allowed as the personal student of a princess. After lying there for an indeterminate amount of time, I eased myself up on my front legs. If I had known more medical magic, I would have been able to tell what, if anything, was going to come of my little “encounter,” but all I could do now was to make a careful teleport out and keep moving. I couldn't fix my mistakes, but I could try to make up for them. I reached out with my magic, determining exactly where I ended and the wall began. “Okay Twilight,” I said, my breath coming out in ragged, tired puffs, “you can do this.” After some careful magical maneuverings over precious minutes, I found myself back in the hallway, determined to find another way around. Discord had broken my good cheer, robbed me of my innocence, manipulated me into doing horrible things to my friends, and drugged me, but I was not about to let him break my will. I put a hoof forward, determined to find a better way. Then, Pinkie smashed through the wall, showering me with bricks. To call me stunned would be an understatement. One of the bricks stuck me on the side of the head, sending me tumbling to the floor and landing on an already smarting rear. I groaned, my vision swimming. “P-Pinkie...?” Pink filled my vision as she stepped closer. “Right here, ya silly filly!” “Help me up, okay?” I needed a friend to lean on right now. She stepped over me and offered a back hoof to lift me up. I smiled. Even when the world was about to end, Pinkie would still be Pinkie. “Pinkie, getting up is going to be kind of hard with you standing right over me... couldn't you use a foreleg instead?” “Speaking of hard...” she chriped and leaned down. Wait, that wasn't a leg... My mouth hung open as Pinkie stuck her cock in my mouth and laid down on me, forcing her thick cock deep down my throat. Her own stomach was bloated, presumably with some delicious cum she'd had earlier, and her greater weight kept me pinned. I tried to say something, but it came out as a bunch of gurgling as Pinkie slid herself deeper inside my mouth. Once again, I silently cursed evolution for not giving me a gag reflex. “Aw, look at that! You're so happy to have a real pony to suck off and not some tentacle that you're speechless!” she remarked. Now that I looked closer, Pinkie's coloration looked off a little, and she sounded deranged. Had Discord gotten to another of my friends, or was this some kind of fake? I tried to twist my head away, but to no avail. Pinkie pinned me and shoved a hoof to one side of my head, forcing me to lock eyes with her. “Look at me,” she growled in a voice that made me too horrified to do anything but submit to her passions. I was still too drained to attempt any magic, and her earth pony strength was too much for me. Her tone shifted to a more amused one. “I mean, I know I would be speechless too, but here for some reason after I drank all that deeeeeeeelicious, super yummy tastyriffic love punch I started feeling kinda funny! I mean, I'm still a mare but I grew this thing and I thought 'You know, as long as I have this I might as well use it!'” She giggled. “Long! Get it? Like the horsecock you're sucking on!” In short order, Pinkie's hot, throbbing penis had worked a good ways down my throat. All the while, Pinkie chattered away, making small talk in her usual energetic way as she humped my mouth with all the ferocity of a maticore. I laid there, entirely submissive, resigned to my fate as Pinkie's bitch. I could do nothing; I had no magic, and my struggles were worthless. Besides, how could this be worse than what I'd already gone through? Pinkie came, and I got my answer: she tasted the same as the walldick. I moaned, feeling heat throughout my entire body as the drug's effect took hold. As the ropes of semen slid their way down my suddenly willing throat, all conscious thought evaporated. I wanted Pinkie's cock. I needed Pinkie's cock. I was meant to swallow this delicious cum. I was a filthy, filthy whore and I liked it. Pinkie, meanwhile, grinned. “Ooooh, so I can do that 'Oh yay, this is super fun time fantastics!' now too?! This is gonna be so much fun; I always knew you had a kinky side!” Eager to taste more of Pinkie, I wrapped my tongue around the flared tip of her penis and slurped, eliciting a moan of pleasure from my friend as she continued to send a thick stream of unfiltered liquid joy down my throat. If only she would stick it in me beneath my tail; I was already all nice and wet! My breath puffed out of my muzzle in hot bursts, which further excited Pinkie's twitching member. I wanted to please my master so much. “Oooh, twitch a twitch! Twitch a twitchy twitchy twitch!” she screamed as she sent one final blast of salty goodness down my throat, her cock jackhammering in my mouth as she filled me further with more liquid perfection. She pulled away, leaving my mouth half-open in delirious pleasure as a thin line of cum stretched between my lips and her still-engorged dick. I tried to say something, but it came out as a low moan. This was so much better than last time. “I'm not done yet...” Pinkie Pie added coyly. Oh Celestia yes, please more! With shaky hooves, I reached up to try to drag her back down to fuck me brainless, but she stepped back. “Now, now... you get it in the way I like it now.” She reached with a rear leg, aimed carefully, and unloaded one final blast directly onto my horn. The part of me that was still rational screamed about long-term effects from absorption of that much of the drug directly into my central nervous system, but I couldn't take my eyes off how beautiful her flared, brown-spotted cock was, with its throbbing veins and dripping tip. I wanted more. Badly. And I'd stop at nothing to be her bitch again. I licked my lips as I felt the moneyshot seep into my horn, and my thoughts blurred further as the drug seeped directly into my brain. “Piiiinkieee...” “Yes, Twilight?” She gazed at me with half-lidded eyes, taking in every inch of my sticky, used body. I noticed her lingering on my hindquarters, which sent a warm thrill through me. Oh please let Pinkie fuck me, please let Pinkie fuck me... “Take me, you magnificient beassst...” I slurred. I barely knew what I was saying; all I knew was that I couldn't let Pinkie leave. I had to have more of her one way or another. I rolled over, wincing as my bloated stomach shifted its weight, and crawled towards her, keeping my tail lifted so she could have an easy shot at my moist, tender, vulnerable bits. “I need you inside me.” My whole body was on fire, and I had to constantly stop my rear hooves from snaking their way back to tease myself. I had to focus on what was important. I had to focus on getting Pinkie Pie to fuck me so hard, I'd forget my own name. “Oh, Twilight, you silly. The refractory process means I can't glide inside your chewy lil' patooty for at least a little while!” I stopped, and my mouth hung open. Some semen drooled out. I didn't notice; I was too busy trying to figure out what she meant. “What's... what's 'refractorrrry' meannnn?” Words were so hard. I just wanted cock like a good little pony slut. Pinkie trotted over with an unreadable explanation on her face, which didn't bother me any, as I wasn't focusing on her face at all, instead preferring the flared tip of her bright pink penis. I licked my lips in anticipation. I needed more. To my disappointment, Pinkie just patted me on the head. “You'll know, Twilight. You'll know.” She bounced away, taking her delicious cock with her. My head lolled onto the ground. This was the worst day ever; after a great turn of events where my ass was so sexy a stranger tapped it and I blew one of my best friends, the potential for so much more had been lost. I murmured incoherently to myself as I gently started rubbing my slit with a rear hoof, determined to give the volcano within me some release. I fumbled around for a while before I realized why the sex toy industry was so big in Equestria; hooves really weren't made for pleasuring oneself. Quickly, I summoned my personal dildo from its pocket dimension, noting that it looked like Pinkie's hot, throbbing cock that I'd just sucked dry before I plunged it into me. I moaned with pleasure as my magic began to satisfy my burning need to have my void filled, and just as I cried out with pleasure from the fake horsecock bringing me to sticky satisfaction, my cry transformed into one of pain as a quivering dick of my own grew from my body, and with that final plunge, I squirted from my marehood and my new stallionhood. My mind a haze of pleasure and confusion, I murmured, “What, did Discord want me to just make eighty bits for every hundred that a mare makes?” Then, covered in juices from both my sexual organs, I passed out with a happy smile on my face, hoping a tentacle beast would come along to make sure I was pregnant. I couldn't help but wonder: what would it be like to take my new cock and fuck some squealing, tail-raising mare who would be too enraptured with my hot cock to fight back?
GenerosityI woke up, sighing in disappointment when I didn't find myself in the clutches of a tentacled beast. After I had been so close to getting a throbbing cock in me with Pinkie, it had slipped away. I got to my hooves with a sigh, feeling my new horsecock flop as I rolled. It was a strange sensation, feeling the heat in both places from the thought of tentacles pumping me full of delicious, not-at-all bad for me spunk. I shook my head with a sigh, feeling my sword throb out of its sheath as I imagined getting pounded. As it bulged, I felt myself thinking more and more about being the fucker than the fuckee... finding some helpless mare, exposed to all the world, and plunging into her, feeling her wet and warmth all around me as I nibbled on her ears, relishing her plaintive moans. Had to keep moving. Standing around was doing me no favors. I held my tail high as I walked down the featureless, endless stone corridors, just in case a whiff of my dripping marehood would draw a pulsing beast to my side. To my dismay, none appeared as I walked; what happened to when I seemed to keep tripping all over the things? My steps echoed as I walked—the further I walked, the more alone I felt. Was there nopony else? No one else? Idly, I considered retracing my fevered steps and returning to where Applejack no doubt still lay, slumbering peacefully, the seeds of another species resting in the warm cradle of her body. A twitch came from the new part of me at the thought of her, completely helpless, totally vulnerable... No. She had been through enough. Or had she? My right forehoof hung in the air, frozen in mid-trot. “Hmm...” Applejack would no doubt only suffer if I didn't impart to her the same gift of a changed perspective, maybe even of a changed body, as I had received. Somehow, I didn't think she'd object to being more masculine. “Her and Rainbow Dash both.” I chuckled. Still, a faint thought in my mind whispered to go onward towards the center of the maze. At a loss to explain why, I did not turn back and headed for the center. After I had walked for a while, I heard a faint sniffle to the east. I paused, straining my ears that direction to try to catch more. The noise was definitely equine in origin, unless some other creature with powers unknown to me stalked this maze. With an inner snicker, I considered that the tentacle beasts might not even have much of a mouth to make such noises with. “Their appetites lay elsewhere,” I murmured, throbbing and slickening at the thought. “W-who's there?” a refined voice called. Drat. I'd alerted the listener. Still, that voice seemed familiar... “Rarity?” I poked my head around the corner I'd been hiding behind to see a scuffled-up, dirty, but very determined Rarity staring back at me. “Oh, Twilight, I'm so glad you're all... right...” Her eyes came to rest on my erect dick. “When... Um... how did... I mean... one does not...” “It's like you've never seen one before,” I muttered, trying to stop my eyes from resting on that plump white rear. So soft. So pure. Untamed ground, ready for seeding. “Did something do this to you, Twilight?” Her shimmering eyes, so full of concern, came to rest just before me. “I do know that there are some kind of things out there, but I never thought they could...” “They can do a lot of things.” I stood, somewhat uncomfortable from Rarity's examination of my new cock. She treated it so clinically, so analytically, that it was taking all the fun out of it. At that moment, a sloppy, wet sound came from behind me, and I turned to see a blue, amorphous blob slithering its way down the hall like a large puddle towards us. “I don't suppose that's a friend of yours, Twilight?” I said nothing, only watched in fascination as it flowed upward off the tile and into an obscene shape, from which dozens of dripping dickacles sprang. My first instinct was to call it some kind of perverse water elemental, but it was clearly not made of water, but rather something with more viscosity. Something more solid. Rarity stepped forward. “How uncouth. Surely such a thing—“ With blinding speed, it lashed out and actually drew Rarity inside of it with suddenly solid tentacles. The submerged Rarity opened her mouth to scream, only to find the bubble she was in collapsing as the liquid filled her throat. I stood by neutrally, fascinated, as an unwilling Rarity slowly gulped down the creature. Was it doing this? Was this Rarity's way of defeating it? Maybe all it was was drinking some water. As she gulped and the creature shrank more and more, I noticed an odd change coming over Rarity. Through the haze of liquid distortion, her toned body was growing more... round, more smoothed on the edges. Her already plush rear swelled, filling out as though she were having a second puberty. Her lips grew puffy, swelling to the point where they looked like strange mockeries of lips, a constantly full, open “O” stretching invitingly towards an eager stallion. Even her tail, as it shot upwards, seemed to be fusing into one solid piece, as though all the hairs had decided en masse to forgo this whole individuality business and become one. After a few minutes of this, Rarity had swallowed it all. She stood there, unmoving, only her eyes darting to and fro. Her mouth remained in that perfect, inviting “O.” “Wow, Rarity, I never knew you could do that!” I walked over from behind, only now noticing the full changes. Both her holes, too, had puffed up, with exaggerating rings around each, both stretched invitingly. “My, my, Rarity...” I murmured, feeling excitement come over my eager-to-be-tested tool. “How selfless of you to take that beast on by yourself. Such kindness deserves a reward, no...?” I mounted her, noting the colder feel to her body. It wasn't until I thrust into her, slick with anticipation, that I realized what was wrong: somehow, that thing had turned her whole body into one mass of rubber. The give, the elasticity it gave her as I thrust deeper and deeper couldn't be described. “Mm... Rarity, you like my gift...?” I whispered into her ear, knowing her head couldn't move but her eyes were no doubt flicking back as best they could. “Don't worry. I know you give and give... just let me give back for once.” Grunting, I thrust myself fully into her, relishing in the fading warmth of her now-latex body. So smooth, so soft, so accepting around me. Eventually, my twitching ministrations came to a close, and I withdrew, satisfied my gift had been given. Horrified eyes met me as I strode to in front of her. “You're welcome,” I whispered as I leaned in close, taking care not to poke her inflated form with my sharp horn. Wouldn't do to have Rarity deflate. “Charity only deserves more charity in return, Rarity,” I murmured, gently stroking her rubber cheek with an idle forehoof. “Don't worry about this happening to you—it's not like you had interesting things to say anyway.” I snickered, only a bit shocked at the harsh language escaping my own mouth. “Really, from the things I've heard about you, this oughta make things even easier on the Ponyville stallions!” I pounded a hoof on the wall, wheezing for breath as my laughter continued. “And don't worry about not getting me a gift, Rarity.” “I'm just fine without one. Just fine without one. Just fine. Just fine.” That echo of a doubt stayed with me as I left my friend-turned-fuck toy behind.
Take Up My Pork Sword (or, How I Would've Ended It)Chapter 5: Kindness I didn’t have much of a plan for this one beyond “I do that thing where Twilight wonders nondescript halls for a while, then stuff happens” in that Twilight would come across a frightened, huddled Fluttershy, who would at first be so overjoyed to see somepony she knew that she’d flytackle Twilight in a tearful hug. Naturally, because it’s this story, Twilight would then rape her, smacking her up a bit at the same time and being a sadistic bitch. That’s about it. This is about the normal amount of planning I did for all these chapters. I’d just let alcohol and 2-4 hours of writing take care of the rest. Chapter 6: Magic This was the fun one; the whole reason I started writing the story was to get to this. Kind of a shame I didn't get to it when I found this that fun, but oh well. The chapter would open with Twilight walking for a very long time, giving the chance for some of her crazy to wear off. Twilight would have at last arrived at the center of the maze, finding Discord there. To her surprise, so were other ponies: all her friends (in their various states of duress as she left them, or just gaily enjoying the fun if they’re Pinkie) would be there, each getting tentacle raped. Celestia would also be there with a big, throbbing cock. She’d be chained to the wall, but eye Twilight hungrily as she entered the room. Twilight would have some dialogue about how Discord didn’t live up to his word or whatever excuse plot this story had, which Discord would basically ignore. With a snap of his fingers, he’d set Celestia loose, who immediately would zip to Twilight and start to mount her, which would feel oddly familiar (implying that Celestia was the one who raped Twilight when her ass was stuck in the wall). As Twilight protested and struggled, Discord would explain that he wasn’t the one doing these things, oh no! “For you see, my dear Twilight, I am an act-tor at heart!” In a flash, Discord appeared spotlighted on a stage, with an invisible audience throwing roses at his hoof and claw. “And I do so love to appease my audience. It’s a weakness, really.” He feigned a swoon. “And what did my audience want to see? Why, this of course!” He grinned. Twilight strained under the weight of Celestia, desperately pawing at the stones for some purchase. A squeak escaped her as a searching thrust of Celestia’s throbbing cock went through Twilight’s tail and brushed up against her own rock-hard shaft. “What in Tartarus are you talking about, Discord?” Cum cum get the cum Celestia I want you inside me I always have—shut up! “Who would want this? Who in Equestria would want to see this?” “Oh, nopony in Equestria, my small-minded little pony.” Discord grinned delivishly and snapped his fingers. “They, on the other hand…” He gestured toward a wall. At this point, the story shifts into second person, present-tense, addressing the reader directly as Discord babbles some fourth-wall breaking shit about how if his “audience” decides to stop watching, he’ll stop all of this. And then, the very last bit of the ending: As you stare at the wide-eyed ponies, their shining eyes beg you to end this, to let them return to a time when their lives were filled with friendship, magic, and the occasional world-saving exploit. Twilight, at last collapsing under Celestia’s advance, lets out a pained whinny as Celestia penetrates her. “Please!” she cries, before all that comes out of her mouth are oddly aroused sobs. Discord shrugs at you, as though to say “Can you believe the nerve?” One by one, that pleading light in each pony’s eyes dies as she surrenders to her new reality of continual rape. You clearly wouldn’t have it any other way.
