“Sweet Celestia, what a wretched abode.”

Was the first thing out of Blank Slate’s mouth when he stepped inside Zunrai’s rented Seaddle home. It was small, Slate could easily see the kitchen and bedroom from where he stood at the entrance. There was another room off to the side that he assumed held the bathroom beyond it..That was pretty much all there was. He had hoped for something more from the zebra, but this was going to have to do. They could have went to Wingshy’s place instead, but she was renting out a hotel room and he did not want to be disturbed while he had his fun.

“I’m sorry and hope you forgive, the humble home in which I live,” said Zunrai apologetically. He was already deep in Slate’s control which the unicorn reinforced periodically. A slight touch here, a light nibble there, and plenty of magic to keep the zebra’s mind flooded with the prospects of pleasure and the idea that only Slate could provide it.

“It’s inadequate, but I suppose I can’t be too picky.” Slate said as he looked at the gaudy decorations on the walls. With his limited knowledge of zebra culture he could tell that they were trinkets from the zebra homeland: small shields, spears and other tribal decorations that put the unicorn in a state of mild unease.

The decor made Slate feel like he was in a bad documentary that featured a backwater tribe. He hoped that a zebra that had enough intellect to leave a place like that for Equestria would have a more sensible interior design, but the zebra did say that he was trying to go back to his homelands. “No matter, it will just add to the ambiance. Now why don’t we get down to what we came here for? Pull those shorts down a little and let me get a better look at what you have to offer me.”

A goofy grin crossed Zunrai’s lips and he reached down to unbutton his skin tight shorts and slowly slid them downwards until they reached his knees. His fully erect dick sprung out, the impressive exotic shaft flicking droplets of precum that had been streaming down it from its head. If the zebra had not been wearing leather, everyone would have noticed an enormous wet spot at his crotch.

Slate stepped forward, pleased with what he saw. This was the moment of truth, where he would see if his efforts were worth the trouble. The unicorn reached down, horn aglow as he cast his spell, and grabbed the cock. He squeezed it firmly and pressed his thumb against his urethra. He gave Zunrai a grin as he said, “Tonight this belongs to me, you got that?”

The zebra’s black and white face was joined with a shade of red; he had no idea why he had so easily accepted the unicorn’s advances. He was arrogant, rude, and, at the moment, aggressive with his most delicate of areas. But... something about it felt right, which was the most confusing part of it all. He had never been attracted to ponies like this, but maybe that was what made this different. He never gave them a chance, had never been with one long enough to know what it felt like. Whatever the reason, he was completely infatuated with the stallion. “In order to fix my penis’ plight, I’ll gladly make it yours tonight…”

Slate placed his free hand behind Zunrai’s neck and, using the grip on both that and the zebra’s lower appendage, pulled him against his chest, “You know what? I think I’ve changed my mind,” Slate said, letting it be known through his voice and facial expressions that he was dropping any and all pretenses that this was for the zebra’s benefit. This was to satisfy his own desires, and his alone, “All of your body belongs to me tonight. If you even want a chance to get any kind of relief from that meat rod of yours, you’ll agree to be my slave, for tonight at least, and obey me without question. Just say the words.”

Zunrai couldn’t think straight, becoming lost in the unicorn’s deep, entrancing eyes. Everything was telling him to just agree, to let him have his way. His body was flushed and felt like it was on fire, his shaft throbbed under the squeezing and releasing possessive hand on his shaft forcing his arousal higher and higher until his needs became irresistible. Even looking away from him to the crystal pegasus that was with them only let him see that she was engrossed in the scene as well, eyes wide as she took in everything while holding a plastic bag full of…. he could hardly remember. Seeing her like that made him feel guilty for even trying to resist; how could he refuse and deny the ponies what they wanted?

“Very well, I will behave, and for tonight I’ll be your sex slave.”

Blank Slate gave the male zebra a kiss on the cheek and released him. “That’s a good boy,” he said, releasing Zunrai and pinching his cheek where he had kissed it before walking away to a table right outside of the kitchen, “Wingshy, would you bring our supplies over here so we can start?”

“Yes Smooth Moves!” Said the pegasus, excited that they were about to begin.

Reminded that he was using an alias, Slate decided to give his two new pets a more appropriate name to call him, “No more of that, my sweet Wingshy. From this point on both of you will address me by a more appropriate title: Master.”

“Yes Master, gladly!” said the mare, placing her bag on the table.

“And bring it down a little. No need to raise your voice all the time,” he said, starting to notice that he had gone overboard when increasing the mare’s enthusiasm.

“Oh, yes, Master. Forgive me, I’m just so excited. I can’t wait till we… you know.”

“Of course you are,” Slate condescended. Her mind was so easy to control that she was little more than a puppet to his whims, ready to dance at his slightest command. He had even gotten her to purchase the tools that he would be using this evening. “And no need for you to keep any of that modesty. Be as crass as you want.” Taking the bag from her hands, Slate realized the folly of that command, “On second thought, be as crass as I want. Don’t hold back any words that come to mind when referring to yourself. I want you to come up with a new degrading word to define yourself. Start off with ‘cock sleeve’, it’ll amuse me.”

“Yes, Master, this… um… cock sleeve will do her, or I mean, its best.”

It was nowhere near perfect, but he could only work with what was already up in that skull. From a girl who acted like she’d never seen a dick in her life till tonight, unless a certain dark lord decided to have her swallow his “Rod of Destruction”, this was the best he would get out of her. It would make for a nice contrast to the zebra, as that one looked like he’d had more than his fair share of dick and would suit his needs better.

Tossing the bag on the table, Slate took every item out of it and laid them out, organizing it all in a way that pleased him. With the items set neatly in front of him, he offhandedly beckoned the zebra to come towards him.

Zunrai removed his shorts fully and followed the directions given to him, heart pounding and unable to see past the lust building inside him. It was like all reason inside him was turned off completely, his inhibitions taken away from him. As he looked over the objects that the unicorn he had called “Master” had before him, he knew that he should stop and get the stallion out of his home, but that instinct was ignored. The mere chance to experience pleasure at his hand was far too great.

Blank Slate grabbed the closest thing to him on the table, a package of a hundred zipties of different colors . They were just regular strips of plastic made to hold things together, but Slate long ago found a purpose for them outside of their industrial usage. In fact every item on the table was something that could be purchased freely from a store of one kind or another. Slate never had access to proper equipment for his “hobby”, but that only spurred him toward creative ways of getting the same effect.

“Until I say otherwise your name is…. ‘Stripes’. That seems appropriate, wouldn’t you agree my zebra slave?” The unicorn turned towards the zebra, his eyes directed downward by that fully erect pole attached to his plaything’s crotch.

“My Master can call me by any name, in the end it’s all the same.”

“Very well, then turn around for me Stripes, and we can get you ready.”

Zunrai, or perhaps “Stripes” in this case, gladly turned around for his master as his mind slipped further and further away with each second. It put a smile on Slate’s face to finally see that tight ass in full view, unobstructed by the leather that hardly hid its form. It was all he could do to keep from pulling that black and white tail up, bending the foolish boy over the table and taking him right there. There had to be an order to all this, a set of procedures to assert not only his control over the ponies at his command, but over himself.

He could take both of them at any moment, rip the clothing off their bodies and ravage them like a ferocious beast so that he could get satisfaction as soon as possible. That would not please him though. Even with both their minds altered so that they were at his mercy, he couldn’t just let loose. He needed to savor this moment that may never come again, treat it like a fine wine and take in the flavor. Take his time, partake of this feast of pleasure and flesh in small bites, and make sure not to overload his palate. That would be what would make the most out of this encounter, what he dreamed so long about. What would bring him true pleasure.

“Remove your shirt,” Slate commanded, “And Wingsh- I mean, ‘Twinkle’, remove every piece of clothing on your body. I want both my slaves to be left bare before their master.”

They both obeyed without question, taking off every article of clothing that remained. “Twinkle” was particularly interesting for Slate to watch as her inherent reserved nature conflicted with her eagerness. How she rushed to remove the the clothes that hid her shimmering form from the eyes of those in the room, but took the time to fold them up neatly and place them in a stack on the floor.

He decided on the spot that she would not be getting any of them back, and when they were finished she would have to walk back to her hotel naked. Then as quickly he came up with that idea the unicorn’s mind stumbled onto a better idea: she could have the clothing when they were finished, but only so he could escort her to her hotel room and take every article of clothing she had. That would guarantee that she suffered the kind of embarrassment that would excite him when she would inevitably have to leave it after being released from his control, even if he would not be around to see it personally.

Now that his thralls were naked and waiting for his next command, there was nothing to stop him from proceeding, “Stripes, put your hands behind your back and hold perfectly still.”

The zebra once more obeyed without so much as a sound of objection, putting his hands behind his back right above his rear, resting them crossed on the base of his tail. It was more than Slate had expected, this one seemed to have played this game before. Yes, this was in no way a fluke or coincidence, he was waiting to have his hands tied. If Slate was not restraining his emotions as he was, he would have had a good laugh at that. Instead he kept himself composed as he opened his bag of zipties and used his horn to levitate them one by one to their destination.

The unicorn started by wrapping several ties around Zunrai’s left wrists, five in total, sliding their ends into the eyes and pulling them through until little slack was left in each. It almost looked like they were ring bracelets if one overlooked the long strands of spare plastic. He did the same to the other wrist, giving both arms an appearance of symmetry, before slipping three more in between the two rows to link them together. When the unicorn finished up by tightening the ties around his wrists they formed into a pair of makeshift cuffs, allowing the zebra restrained movement within an inch apart from one another.

Zunrai tested his bonds and found them solid enough to hold even his most powerful attempts. The middle section of his cuffs had just enough give to them that they didn’t break when he pulled against them, while the ones around his wrists held firmly as they bit into his skin with every tug. The zebra had little time to admire the unicorn’s ingenuity as his world suddenly went black.

Slate, not wasting any of his precious time, tossed what remained of the bag of ties on the table and moved onto a small box of black trash bags. He took a small amount of joy watching the surprised male twist and turn his head in a panic as he used his magic to envelope the sack around his head. He knew he could not appreciate the zebra’s fear for too long, and grabbed a pair of scissors from his collection of tools.

He took hold of the zebra’s head and wrapped his arm around Zunrai’s neck. Unicorns weren’t exactly known for their physical power, but in the right position anyone could easily overpower one stronger than they were. Slate loved showing an earth pony that for all their alleged strength they could be just as easily taken down with the right holds. It seemed that zebras, even one in a state of disorientation and shock, could not compare to the fight they could give.

“Settle down Stripes,” Slate said in a loud, commanding voice to get it through the thin layer of plastic wrapped around the zebra’s skull. “This is part of your ensemble, and if you’d hold still a moment I’ll make it much more acceptable.”

The zebra’s flails stopped, but he still shook and trembled, unsure of what was going to happen. With him subdued, Slate brought the scissors to the top of the bag and cut two holes into it. He then reached inside the holes to pull out Zunrai’s ears so they poked cutely out the back of the sack.

“Better?” Slate asked, less concerned and more testing if he could hear properly. He received a nod in return. “Good, now keep still.”

Another few snips at the front of the bag created two slits for Zunrai’s nostrils, which gave Slate the comfort of knowing his new pet would not suffocate while he levitated over another item from the table: a simple roll of duct tape. Perhaps the most easily acquired and recognizable item related to his fetish, he could do so many different things with a roll of this wonderful silver material. Trying a pony down to a chair, use it as a gag, he could even completely bind one’s arms and legs in a sleeve if he had enough of it. But, he believed he had a new use for it that would be satisfying.

He started at the neck, wrapped it around and around while his magic kept the trash bag pulled down tightly. He formed the tape into a collar of sorts, circling the throat closely with the adhesive side holding the bag within. With the bag secured around his neck, Slate cut it free from the rest of the roll and proceeded to do the same around Zunrai’s muzzle, wrapping it up until the unicorn was certain he would not be able to open his mouth again. Another snip freed the roll again, leaving just one more spot for its use. He stretched and cut off a few lengths, finalizing his work by taping up the edges around the zebra’s ears to form a seal. It was completed. His jury-rig not as visually appealing as an actual hood made of leather or latex, but it would serve the purpose all the same. All it needed was a few more cuts to remove the large amount of excess tape sticking out from the tape collar.

“Ummm… Master?” a timid and worried voice spoke up voice at his side.

“What is it Twinkle?” asked Slate, testing his handiwork.

“Are you going to do that to m- I mean… to this umm… slutty pegasus?” Wingshy asked back.

“No, it takes too long to get this made. I want to play with my toy, hrmph!” Slate made a strong yank against tape collar to make sure it would hold together. It did, and the sudden and powerful pull caused Zunrai to announce his own discomfort in a muffled grunt.

“Oh…. well ok…”

Slate stopped and released the helpless zebra. He understood the sad tone that was coming from the crystal pegasus. All this time she had been playing second fiddle to the zebra, waiting patiently while the pony she was irresistibly and unexplainably attracted to fawned over another. He could use her to pay for everything he needed that night, and could use her mind altered state to his own amusement, but even he did not have the heart to remove her inhibitions and then neglect the needs he instilled in her.

“My poor, sweet Twinkle,” Slate said as he got close to the mare and grabbed her supple rear and squeezed it so hard it made the mare’s body tense up. “I haven’t been giving you the attention you need, have I?”

Wingshy’s breasts pressed into the unicorn’s suit as he pulled her against him, and in a flash her crystalline body went rigid in surprise. She had never felt this way before, and she would have never thought she’d enjoy the idea of being someone’s slave. She had been one back when the Crystal Empire was under the cruel rule of King Sombra where she had to mine for crystals all day and slept in a cold cell at night. This was different though, in the short time she knew this stallion he had made her come out of her shell and see how giving herself to another was a good thing without doing anything to try to woo her. Just him being close brought her comfort and because of that she wanted to do everything she could to make him happy.

“M-Master, please don’t worry about a… umm, penis warmer like me. I know that I’m not as interesting as… Stripes...” said the mare. She wanted so badly for the unicorn to simply dismiss what she had to say so he would keep her in his arms. As close together as they were she felt the bulge in the crotch of his pants that brushed against her bare pussy, and she wanted nothing more than to have the piece of cloth separating them to be removed.

“Nonsense.” Slate placed his hand under Wingshy’s chin and guided her eyes into his dominating gaze, “You might not be as unique a creature as a zebra in Equestria, but you are still my slave. You deserve just as much of your master’s attention as he does. That is… unless you really think you don’t,” he teased her.

“NO!” Wingshy gripped the front of the unicorn’s suit jacket in her hands, pulling them tightly together . It was wonderful for the unicorn to see her acting dependant on him, but he had to make sure that didn’t turn into possessiveness. Once he was done with her it would not matter, as she would revert to how she was before he had used his magic on her, but it would be a turn off if her personality turned indignant.

“Well then,” Slate said as he brushed the mare’s hands off of his jacket, “I suppose a response like that deserves a reward of sorts, as well as a punishment for being so brash,” He reached down and slid his hand under the tape collar he fashioned on Zunrai to lift him up to his hooves. With his free hand he harshly clutched one of Wingshy’s breasts, his fingers stopping only when she started to cry out. He found that he enjoyed squeezing her soft body until she squealed. With his two playthings in tow he levitated his implements behind them as he made his way to the bedroom, not bothering to close the door behind them.

Tens of minutes passed and Slate had made himself comfortable in a cushioned armchair that resided in the zebra’s room, his legs rested upon the most delightful of foot rests. For having such a girlish figure, the zebra sure had a strong set of shoulders. Even when he dropped his hooves down as heavily as he could without outright slamming them down, the boy budged only slightly in his crouched position.

Then again he may have just been trying his best not to be driven down on the waxy bumpy cucumber that threatened to tear his rear in two. Nature provided many excellent dildos with the variety of phallic fruits and vegetables it created. While at the same market that he had gotten everything else, Slate had picked out the largest, firmest cucumber he could find with the sole intention of shoving it into the zebra’s ass. The unicorn couldn’t get a good look at Zunrai’s lovely, stretched anus with the boy’s tail in the way, sprawled out on the floor below his legs, but just the knowledge of it being halfway inside that tight ass pleased him.

“Twinkle, what’s taking you so long?” as much as the quivering male supporting his legs made his own dick twitch and inflated his ego, it was about time he indulged in something more physical.

“I’m-ow! Almost-Ah! Done, Master!” Wingshy answered, amid sounds of mild pain, from the other side of the room.

“Show me, my fuck toy,” said Slate casually, his eyes on Wingshy as she stood before a large dresser mirror, still keeping to the role he set for himself despite having complete control over the situation.

Wingshy turned around, revealing the clothespins that clung onto her breasts. Almost two dozen had been attached to both of the lovely lumps, sticking outwards away from them while pinching the sensitive skin. Their placement was perfect, not in a sense that they were completely symmetrical or otherwise in order, they were far from that. The way the clothespins were attached was so amateuristic in style that they seemed placed at random, which was ideal for a pony like Slate. He had seen clothespins and clamps used in displays of bondage before, mares and stallions depicted in S&M photo magazines with rows of them on sensitive body parts. The problem with those images though was that had professionals in them that knew how to place the pinching devices and how to tone out the pain to minimize the severity of what they felt. The crystal mare did not have such an advantage, and when she winced it was one hundred percent real.

“Twinkle, Twinkle, does it hurt?” The unicorn asked, delighting at the tremor in her arms. How hard it must’ve been for her to keep herself from removing the pins.

“No Master… It’s fine. I’m okay as long as it makes you happy.”

The dedication to endure it for him was refreshing, even if it was only a product of his mind control. If only there was a way to keep her like this, have her willingly do tricks and suffer for his gratification. Unfortunately, his spell would wear off, and when it did any and all influence he had on his slaves would vanish. In fact, those that fell under his power held no recollection of the events that happened when their minds were altered. He was not really sure why that happened, though he attributed it to his magic creating an alternate personality to allow for such a drastic change in thought. He couldn’t certain if this was actually the case, but it was the best he could come up with when he put heavy thought into the matter. Regardless of the reason, it allowed for a convenient method to cover up his misdeeds. Buy a pony a few drinks, alter their minds until they begged to be abused, and when he left they would wake up in bed thinking they had a drunken one night stand, never questioning anything after that.

Slate licked his lips, he was aching to get this started. His dick was pressing so hard against the crotch of his pants that he could feel the zipper touching its head. When he unzipped himself it shot straight up proudly. What made his cock even harder was the cute gasp that came from the pegasus staring at it. He wasn’t sure why, the zebra’s was much bigger in both length and girth. It was the first time that she had seen her master’s shaft though, so perhaps she would have done that no matter what the size.

“Twinkle, come here and wrap yourself around me.”

The crystal mare walked over to the armchair slowly, a faint voice in her head begged her not to go through with the stallion’s demand. It couldn’t compete to the other one flooding her thoughts, a booming voice that ordered her to comply. If anything the nearly muted whispers only delayed the inevitable. With a lift of her leg she put her knee on the chair’s cushion at one side of the stallion before using it as support to place her other knee on the opposing side to straddle the unicorn with her hips.

She reached an arm downward from her breasts and used her fingers to spread her lower lips apart to open herself as wide as her untaken privates would allow. Her other arm reached behind her master to the back of the chair and gripped it to give her something to balance against. With her body secured and her opening spread, she took one final deep breath and took the plunge that would change her life.

Wingshy pushed herself downwards so that her master’s cock and her own crotch could touch one another, but quickly encountered resistance. Either her master was too large, or her entrance was too small; either way, the tip was had problems working itself inside. On her first attempt it slipped out of position and the pegasus ended up sitting in the stallion’s lap, his shaft standing in front of her and reached up just below her belly button. The second try she accidentally went down as she adjusted and aimed the appendage, and the angle it was at caused it to slide in between her legs and along the cheeks of her rear. Her inexperience embarrassed her and only got in the way of her master’s pleasure.

Slate chuckled at the clumsy display, and finally grabbed himself to help guide it in. With his assistance the crystal mare could concentrate on impaling herself on his rod, which made all the difference. It felt wonderful as those soft lips begun to wrap around the most important part of his body and when the swollen tip popped inside her virgin vaginal passage it was ecstasy. Her tiny yelp enhanced the experience and told Slate that he was large and would cause her pain during the act. There was no better compliment to his masculinity than the idea that he was too much stallion for her to handle. He would have fun being the one to break her in. He took the girl’s hips in his hands and showed no mercy , using his full force to push her down as he thrust upwards.

The mare’s howls filled the room. Crimson flowed from her invaded pussy, her maidenhead stood no chance when Slate burst through it. Her insides were in pain, each throb from the organ inside her sent shots to her brain. It was for her master, that was what she had to remind herself, and with that thought as her compass she moved herself up and down on the rigid flesh. Each bounce brought pain to not only her stretching and constricting vaginal tunnel, but also her breasts as the clothespins on them moved as they bounced with her.

“Twinkle, are you on a birth control pill?” Slate asked in between a few grunts.

Wingshy paused, truth be told she was not. Having never had sex with anything but a few toys she owned, she never felt the need to take them. She could feel herself start to cry, hanging her head when she realized that not having taken one would mean she would n’t be able to finish. A stallion like him would never want to risk impregnating her and then being stuck with a family he did not plan for. She was going to disappoint him, but the truth had to be told, “No master, this stupid mare isn’t on birth control…”

“I see…” Slate said, placing his elbow on the arm of the chair and rested his head in his hand. For about half a minute there was silence in the room save for Wingshy’s light sobs, until Slate asked the mare, “Well what are you waiting for?”

“W-what?”

“At what point did I tell you to stop?” Slate scolded.

Wingshy immediately went back to task and ignored any pain that filled her nerves. She increased her efforts by moving faster and virtually slamming herself down each time she lifted her body up, the impact traveling down Slate’s elevated legs so that the zebra supporting them felt her every bounce. Her vigor and enthusiasm amused Slate and he gladly allowed her to wrap her arms around his neck and embrace him. It was an acceptable reward for the mare that would be carrying his child for the next nine months.

It was another of the unicorn’s kinks, impregnating the women that he had under his control. It thrilled him to think that mares all over Equestria carried his children, and with their memories of him cleared from their minds they would be left to raise the foal by themselves without him having to care about putting in his own contributions to its upkeep, fitting punishment for being too careless or simply incapable of resisting his magic. He was sure that he had a few dozen offspring across Equestria by now. He had been at this for some time, with many, many different partners.

He had even taken the occasional extra step to ensure it happened, controlling a mare’s mind over the course of a week, constantly shooting his seed inside her. When it came to this desire he had no qualms or taboos either; in fact, he delighted in the act. While he liked the idea of a single mare like Wingshy carrying his foal in their wombs, it excited him all the more when he forced a mare who had a coltfriend to have his child. Then there was his absolute favorite thing to do: controlling the minds of a married couple and have them serve him hand, hoof, and body before he left them with his little gift. There was probably some poor sap out there taking care of one of his children, assuming that it was his own, and the very notion of that possibility gave Slate a feeling of superiority like no other.

His thoughts were interrupted by Wingshy’s sudden moan as she reached an orgasm brought on by a mixture of pain and pleasure, and the spasming of her inner walls along with his fantasizing sent Slate into his own climax. The release of cum shot into the mare’s womb as her wings rapidly flapped in joy. It was so rare that a pony could fulfill their every desire and fantasy, but some force in the universe certainly smiled down upon the unicorn when it gave him the powers he possessed. How many stallions could say they could get a fresh piece of ass every night if they wanted, that they could fucked a beautiful crystal mare and top off the night with the tight asshole of a bound and gagged zebra twink. This was the kind of life that ponies could only dream of.

Knock, Knock, Knock

Came a loud pounding from the door which made Slate and Wingshy look out the open doorway that lead from the bedroom to the living room. Even Zunrai lifted his head and flicked his ears at the noise.

“Expecting friends over Stripes?” asked Slate, still panting with Wingshy after the ride she gave him. The zebra mumbled a little behind his trash bag hood and shook his head in reply. “Odd that someone’s coming this late at night then. Oh well, we’ll just ignore them and they’ll go away eventually.”

That was what he hoped, but the knocking came a second time, then a third, and a fourth, a fifth…. whoever it was had tenacity. It didn’t sound like it was going end anytime soon either.

“Twinkle… get off me and get Stripes on the bed. Face down, with his ass in the air. I’ve got to take care of this.” He commanded, finishing his statement with a strong slap across the pegasus’ breasts which knocked off most of the pins that were clinging to them to force one last yelp out of the girl before she got off his lap and took Zunrai to the bed as he had instructed. He watched for a moment as she did, happy to watch her walk a little funny from her first fucking as she dripped a pinkish-white fluid out of her used hole down her thighs and to the floor.

He wasn’t able to sit idle for long though as another series of knocks reminded him why the crystal pegasus left his cock to begin with. Slate pulled his pants back up as he got out of his seat and begrudgingly headed for the door. He did not want to be distracted from his playtime, but neither could he send either of the other two to do this. Cutting Zunrai out of his bondage and replacing it afterwards would take too long, and Wingshy would mess things up somehow, he was sure. Best if he took care of the callers himself, even if it was a bother.

“Fine, fine, one second,” Slate said irritably to another set of knocks that greeted his approach. With a turn of a knob lock and the removal of a chain, he opened the door to see who was being such a nuisance. He was surprised to see what was waiting for him.

Two mares, one with fur of light grey and one of purple, ears bearing an unnatural point at the tips along with a small excess of fluff, fangs visible at the fronts of their mouths, and wings of leathery skin instead of feathers. Thestrals, or to the laymen’s terms bat ponies. A rare species; not as much as a crystal pony, but still something not commonly seen throughout Equestria. They instantly made Slate’s blood pump into his recovering cock and reform the bulge inside his pants, already conjuring daydreams of being with the two creatures.

Wait a second here Slate, the unicorn thought to himself, You’re lucky, but you’re not that lucky. These two are here for something.

“Can… I help you two?” the unicorn asked warily.

To his question the two mares pulled out a pair of badges from the pockets of their jackets. “Amethyst and Violet of the Royal Equestrian Night Guard,” they said together, sending a chill down Slate’s spine. What in Equestria were they doing here?

The purple mare, of whom he assumed was “Violet”, put her badge away and stated, “We’ve been hearing reports about some strange noises coming from this house. Mind if we come in and look around?”

“Actually, yes…” said Slate. He really did not want two guards to see his two pets. They were under his command and would agree that the bondage was consensual, but the guards would start asking questions that he didn’t want to answer.

“Well that’s too bad,” the grey mare said as she pushed her way inside, “Exigent circumstances, gotta check ta make sure ya aren’t tying down some innocent ponies and making them be your sex slaves.”

Slate’s heart lept; that was far too on the nose for any simple public disturbance. Did these two know what he was doing? How? He had been at this for so long, there was no way they could possibly know. Yet that was something that no member of the guard would just outright say, not without reason. He stepped aside to allow the two bat ponies in, unable to stop them in his shocked state. They came in side by side, walking past him like he wasn’t even there. The door was left open, he could make a run for it.

No, that would be stupid. They were faster, stronger, and could see better in the dark of the night than he could in the day. He would never get away and it would make him look even more guilty, but the mare’s statement made him feel like they already knew. There were only two of them, and he was already harboring ideas about them anyways, so it seemed like he was going to have to control their minds just to get away. It would cause a small complication with his slaves in the bedroom, but he could deal with that limitation to his magic, prison he could not.

The unicorn rushed behind the two bat ponies, both foolishly oblivious to his attack, with his horn glaring with his magical power. He wrapped his arms around both their waists, holding on tightly as he placed his head in between theirs. “Don’t try to fight it my pets, you’ll soon realize that you’re safe in your master’s hands.”

The unicorn’s intense magic worked quick, and the two hardly made a struggle before they felt their minds alter. It wasn’t without difficulty though, as Slate struggled to force out any and all magic he could to get the thestrals complacent as fast as he could. Within seconds sweat was dripping off his fur and his head hurt from the attempt to drastically alter their perceptions. That would not be enough though, he could only increase or decrease the strength of the three major parts of their psyche: the ego, the super ego and the id. With those he could make a pony more receptible to influence, but he still had to provide the influence for them to be subjectible to. He could not move his head from between their heads without losing proximity for his spell, but he could still do something to show them that being his sluts for the night would be more beneficial than arresting him.

He wrapped his arms around them to grab their breasts and massage them to stimulate some pleasure. All he needed was a little something to entice them. With a suppressed super ego and a heightened Id the slightest bit of pleasure would become an ocean of lust. He had to say though, while the pony he thought was Amethyst had decent sized boobs, Violet’s were not very impressive. Through the leather jacket the purple thestral was wearing he could tell she hardly had anything there: a B cup at best. When she fell completely under his control Slate would have to punish her extra hard for trying to arrest him and daring to approach him with less than a C.

“So… this is how you do it.”

Slate paused, his body frozen while his horn continued to alter the minds of the mares. There was another pony with them, from the sound of the voice a stallion. Standing right behind him. This made things much more complicated. He cursed this intrusion as it was one pony too many. He wasn’t going to be able to have his fun now, he had to focus on survival. It was going to take all he had just to get out and leave the guards wondering what it was they were doing in the first place. He had no choice though, so he turned around fast to try and catch this stallion off guard and get control of his mind for as long as he could before skipping town.

But then he saw what he was up against, he again stopped dead. His eyes were locked onto one thing, a horn that poked out of a mess of a brown mane. A unicorn… why did it have to be a unicorn?

“What’s wrong?” the stallion asked, not looking at all intimidated by Slate while pulling a toothpick from an inside pocket of his suit coat. “You running out of juice?” the stallion took a step forward, making Slate likewise take a step back, “Or is there something about my horn you don’t like?”

Slate lifted his hands up, matching the other unicorn step for step as he did all he could to keep his distance. This lasted as long as it took for him to stumble into the bat mares before tripping over his own hooves. The impact with the ground broke his concentration which made the glow from his own horn cut off completely.

With the absence of the mind control spell, the two bat ponies shook their heads. This terrified Slate as it was a clear sign that his spell wasn’t on them long enough to take hold. In seconds they would be back to normal and he was for all practical purposes defenseless.

“Wha… what happen?” Amethyst asked, touching her forehead.

“I feel like a chariot ran over my brain,” Violet added.

The other unicorn put his arms around their shoulders to steady them, and glared down at the prone Blank Slate. “He was trying to use some sort of mind control spell on the both of you ,” he said, holding the the toothpick in the corner of his mouth with his teeth, lips curled up in a faint almost bored snarl, “Rules out the drug theory I had. By the way, while you were under he felt both of your chests.”

The two mares looked shocked that they had been under mental control, but that passed when they heard that Slate had been groping them. The anger on both their faces was obvious and when he stared into their hate filled eyes any remnant of his erection retreated.

A swift kick to the chest was the first thing he felt, coming from Amethyst, “You pervert! Who do you think you are, grabbing our tits!”

Slate collapsed into a heap, his head making a thunk as it bounced off the floor. That thestral kicked like a mule, he could already feel the bruise forming where she hit. As he laid there in groaning in agony, he could see Wingshy looking out of the bedroom in horror. How in Tartarus did this happen. This was suppose to be a perfect night, he had a crystal pegasus and a zebra at his beck and call and everything was going according to plan. Now it was a perfect disaster.

“Be careful,” Violet said, catching Slate’s attention as she stepped over to his head, “We don’t want to hurt him too much.” The last thing Slate saw was the mare’s hoof being lifting above his head followed by darkness.

Author's Note

Sorry for the long delay. Troubles at home and other issues. I fear that once again it will be a few weeks before I can update this story again, but hopefully not over a month like this time. Once I'm able to update again I'll make a better schedule to assure that I'll update at least twice a month, but until then I hope you all enjoy this chapter and can sit tight for the next one. Next chapter will be more story orientated too, so we'll be getting to the real plot of Slate's story. Until then, see you all soon.