With an idea of what to get her for breakfast, I step out into the bright sunlight and look around. Ponies are shooting me odd looks as I wander through town, but I smile and greet them pleasantly. Eventually, I manage to find a place that serves hayburgers and discovers that they have next to nothing I can eat here. I pick up what she wanted and decide to check out the place that looks like a gingerbread house.

“Pinkie?”

“OMYGOSH WOLFIE!” She turns into a blur of pink that weaves through the crowd like water flowing down a mountain, unheeded by the mere rocks in its way. Before I can fully react she is sitting on top of my chest and talking a mile a minute. I try and figure out when I feel over only to realise that I’m still standing and she is somehow completely ignoring euclidian gravity in favor of just going with how she wants reality to work.

I shrug and just go with it reaching down to peel her from my chest, strangely enough, one she is no longer in contact with my chest her gravity returns to normal as she flips out of my grip. Wondering why she would hold up her line on such a busy day I look up and notice she is back behind the counter serving customers and that I’m next in line. This mare… “Pinkie, you have to teach me how you do that stuff.”

She considers it for a moment then smiles brightly. “Okie Dokie Lokie!”

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I’m uncertain what happened after that, but according to Nightshade I arrived back in my house after being gone for almost two hours, pulled her order and a giant cake out of my hair, devoured the cake as I insisted that physics are a suggestion, then finished off by staring into a corner for an hour mumbling to myself until Pinkie popped out from under the bed and whacked me with a giant blue hammer.

I sit up and bed with a groan trying to remember what’s going on as Nightshade fills me in on everything. She attempts to convince me to return to Canterlot with her but I stay steadfast in my decision to relax in Ponyville for at least a week. As I watch her leaving the station I turn and smirk. Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow Dash or find someone completely new to play with?

Rarity is iffy at best, she seems like a very domineering mare and that kinda offsets her beauty, combined with her mixed opinion of me that is most likely the least fun path if it’s even possible.

Rainbow Dash, that cocky attitude and the way she seems to live on attention… everything about her screams brat to me. If my hunch is correct she has a fun side and we could definitely end up playing some games, not to mention the groundwork is already completely laid and ready to be acted on.

Finally there is Applejack, she’s the safest best to have fun with, she was the one actively coming on to me, but can she take a submissive role is the question, especially since she won our little match, despite what she says.

I push Rarity aside for when I’m bored and think about the two athletic mares. It’s early spring, from what I know of this world Applejack will be busy until sundown and Dash have already set up today’s weather and is likely either napping or training. I smile and make my decision heading off to find Dash. Applejack is best approached an hour before sundown anyway. Pulling my broom from my pack I lift into the air and do my best to try and find her. It’s not easy to hunt a pegasus, when flying my astral aspect is dulled and even without that, flyers tend not to leave much in the way of lingering scent trails.

Luckily I’m still in the habit of trying to find people by scent. As I’m flying by an out of place looking storm cloud over the nearby non-evil forest I catch her scent, it’s stronger and slightly different from normal and seems to be coming from inside the cloud. Smiling at having found her I poke my head into the hollowed out cloud.

“Hey, Dashie I was looking for… you…” She’s looking at me with a frozen expression of shock with one hoof still pressed against her marehood and the other one holding a piece of the storm cloud against her flank. I quickly school my shock and smirk. “Need help with that?”

She rolls over onto the hooves and glares at me. “Don’t make jokes like that. Getting my hopes up isn’t fair, or would Nightshade really be okay with that?”

I arch an eyebrow in confusion. “That wasn’t really a joke. Albeit I was more of coming to find you to ask you on a date and hope to do that later, but a snack before the date would be fun too.”

She blushes and looks at me with a strange look. “So you're just turning your back on your current mare to go for some random one?”

I sigh. “Let's get this straightened out. My and Nightshade are partners only in the sense that with are a combat team. We did go on a date, but all things considered with the way she was showing her true colors this morning I doubt it will become a relationship. She takes the whole matriarchal thing to way too much of an extreme, considering that I prefer submissive mares one that controlling is not an option.”

She starts giving me a cocky grin until something seems to click in her mind. “Wait. Does that mean you think I’m submissive? Look just because I’m into pain and like being tied up and sometimes I want to be treated like a pet does not mean I’m submissive!”

I look at her incredulously as I try and figure out what I could possibly reply to that self-contradicting statement, but luckily for me she seems to think about it and continues. “W-well I mean I could be submissive, but you would have to be strong enough to control me and awesome enough to be listened to and radical enough to do the things I like and… and…”

I fly closer to her and rest a hand lightly against her throat and slide it back until my fingers are laced into the base of her mane. “Instead of worrying about labels and opinions, how about we play some fun little games today?”

She gets a dreamy look on her face and relaxes in my grip saying “Okay” in a lusty voice.

“Snap out of it for a moment. We need a place we can play that we won’t be disturbed that’s not made out of clouds or I need a unicorn to cast the cloud touching spell on me. Preferably the first one, I prefer stable surfaces for things like this.”

She looks disappointed but leaves the cloud with me following next to her. “I was looking forwards to playing with lightning, but I guess having a partner is waay coolAH!” She yelps as I slap her flank with an electrically charged hand and makes an abrupt turn in midair colliding with me and latching on with all her limbs as she kisses me. I let us slowly lose altitude as our tongue dance and my hands trail over her body occasionally emitting small jolts that elicit moans from her When we finally break the kiss she looks at me impatiently. “Come one! Let’s go!” With that, she takes off and leaves me in the dust doing my best to keep track of her.

I gain some ground when she makes a stop at her house and I finally catch up with her hovering impatiently over the forest, the moment I get remotely close to her she darts downwards and I track her into a small cave. By the time I get there she is already rolling a thick blanket out on the ground. I join her in the preliminary setup by pulling my backpack off and digging out a black leather duffel bag. Refraining from mentioning the materials I unzip my special bag for the first time in years with an excited sigh.

“This is gonna be fun, I just wish we had… where did those come from!?”

I simply smirk down at her holding a set of glyph anchor cuffs. Absolutely inescapable while being quick release at the same time. “You really need to stop underestimating my preparedness. I’ve been wanting to play with you for ages so I made sure that if I ever got this lucky I was ready. Now, my feisty mare, are you gonna try and put up a fight or do you want to save games like that for later and get to the good stuff?”

She rocks back on her back legs and holds her forelegs together in front of her in a position to be cuffed together “Good stuff now, please.”

I arch a brow and look give her a sharp look. “I think you forgot something in that sentence, pet.”

She looks confused for a moment before recognition kicks in. “Oh! The good stuff please, Magister.”

I blink as confused as she was a moment ago. Did Dash just speak latin? Why did Dash just- I shake the thoughts away, this world is scary when you ask the wrong questions. I reach down and put a hand to her chest pushing her onto her back before spreading her leg out next to her head and attaching the cuff before activating it, sealing it to the floor and her leg with the runes on it. She gives an experimental tug and shivers at the lack of give. I move on to her other legs and soon have her spread out spread eagle before me her marehood clearly visible and already wet.

I trail my hands down her body starting at her forehooves and down her sides to her rear legs. The gentle sighs are cute, but I want something more raw from her. Setting my fingertips alight with lightning I trail my fingers down the same path happy to receive several yelps of pain mingled with gasps of pleasure. I trail my fingers over her body like this working my way up to her more erogenous zones. When I touch one of her teats she shouts in pain and I pull back. “Are you alright? I’m just getting started and don’t want to break you.”

She has a blissful smile and is trying to catch her breath. “I’m awesome, please, make me take it, Magister.”

With the permission to push her, I press a finger to her teat again and draw out another shout but this time, I keep going until each of her six teats has an electric finger circling it and she is moaning “ow”. Happy with the music she is making I decide to bring us to the final moments of this game. My fingers leave her teats and a single charged finger swipes against her marehood eliciting a shouted “yes!” and a delicious smelling pool of fluid beginning to form under her. I bend over her and this time let the electricity play over my tongue before I plunge it into her lapping up her juice as she strains against the restraints and her hips buck against my face. I think she’s trying to say something but she can barely make sounds form.

I cancel the electricity spell and gently finish licking her, letting her come halfway to her senses from the orgasm I just gave her. Though only halfway. I quickly rise to my knees and bury my shaft into her with a single rough thrust, kissing her deeply as I pound into her aggressively. With so little time to recover from the play she’s over-sensitive and quickly cums for me again and, with a few carefully timed electric touches, dissolves into that wonderful zone where everything is so sensitive it's like a constant, unending orgasm. I can see her eyes beginning to plead for it to stop, despite her being unable to say anything but I keep my thrusting and touches going until she manages to whimper out “Plea… Magis” Knowing she’s hit that point I dig my fingers into her hips and thrust hard into her releasing my seed deep into her with a growl.

After my body calms, I slip out of her and lay next to her still chained form slowly trailing my hands over her. It’s interesting how much and how little she trusts me, after all, this entire time we were playing she never let her wings loose. She turns her head to look at me looking exhausted and exhilarated. “Wow… just…. Wow. That was awesome. I’m glad you found me, I’ve never been able to force myself to shock there before! Are you sure you want to do a date and don’t just want to stay here for the rest of the week until heat season is over?”

I grin. “Want me all to yourself, huh?”

To my surprise, she shakes her head “I don’t even care. Go get Applejack and tie us together for all I care, this was awesome. Don’t get me wrong here, Magister, temporary things like this are common among pegasi, I like you as a friend and something more could definitely happen between us, but for right now I just want you to be my friend that’s a bucking incredible Magister to Top me until I stop feeling squirmy.”

I laugh. “That’s a relief, honestly. I haven't been weak enough to play these games in years. If I tried this stuff with a normal human they would die, but you ponies are so much stronger. I knew you would be an interesting mare to play with when I first met you and I think I would enjoy spending the next couple of weeks finding all the limits I can push you to and games I can play, but for now I am ravenous and want something to eat.” I release the restraints and stash them. “So go get cleaned up and meet me in Ponyville looking appropriate for a date with your Master.”

“Magister, you mean. We're not married yet.”

“Over dinner, you're going to explain this entire magister master thing, for now, get ready for a date with me in a public setting.”

She looks longingly at the blanket before blurring out of the cave. Seriously, it is too fast to be called flying, she is blurring. I relax and take stock of myself. A purification charm from my bag and change of clothes later I’m flying into town dressed in my robes with my bit pouch refilled from the sack I’ve been carrying in my bag. What exactly am I going to do for this date anyways? I’m glad I chose Dash, even in my world a hot power bottom willing to play like this was referred to as a unicorn. Wait… I think that phrase has lost a lot of it’s meaning to me now.

Shaking the sidetracked thoughts from my mind I resume trying to figure out an acceptable venue for the two of us. That hay burger joint has nothing I could eat, Sugarcube Corner is both not date appropriate food and a cursed place that I will avoid like an area blighted by Cu’thi’tck pestilence. Thinking back to the party she hasn’t thrown me yet I realise how lucky I was that much of her antics were deleted. I don’t even want to imagine what that mare is like drunk. I feel a scream within the depths of my mind as a repressed memory attempts to escape. A scream that sounds strangely like the word “FUN” that I know now to be a secret acronym mortal minds are not meant- I slap myself in the face and force my mind away from this dangerous line of thought.

A good place that serves food that I can at least eat, that won't require taking Dash back to Canterlot? I might have to ask around. See this is where the hate side of my love-hate relationship with small towns comes from. They are wonderful for their locale and tight-knit community but lack the conveniences of cities. Although considering the distinct lack of nobility to pretend to be polite to, Ponyville is already infi-

“Ah, Sir Wolf, it is rather good to see you again.”

...I know that prissy voice. I turn and see Filthy Rich standing behind me. People like him piss me off so much. Thinking they are important because- I wonder if he is having a nice day? “Good Afternoon, Mr. Rich. You were quite correct on this being a quaint locale. I’ve been inspired to purchase a vacation home here.”

He smiles and has a slightly conspiratorial tone to his voice. “So what mare are you escaping for the week, that you would acquire a house here for this of all weeks?”

I cock my head to the side in confusion. “Why? What is this week exactly?”

He matches my confusion. “It’s the last week of Spring, the yearly heat cycle? Is it simply poor timing that you have come to this remote locale during the one week of the year when a stallion such as yourself might gain immense favor from the mares of the upper echelons of the Canterlot Elite.” I feel a weight land on the broom behind me and a mare that I smell to be Dashie snuggling into me. His expression turns sour. “Oh, your lack of knowledge has lead you to be lured here by such a common mare, such a-” He cuts off abruptly. Perhaps it’s the way Dash has left her snuggled position to glare at him. Perhaps he realised he was being impolite. Perhaps it’s the hand lifting him into the air by the throat as my eye twitches from the rage shattering the persona.

I glare furiously at him and drop him at my feet, planting a foot on his side. “What, exactly, did you just say about the most amazing member of the Champions of Equestria know as the Elements of Harmony?”

He looks like he’s about to wet himself, Dash, however, simply snorts. “Ignore him, he’s not popular with the Electi for a reason. He’s too stupid to know how to tell who is important. News flash Filthy, rainbow mane means a member of the Spectrum house.” I hesitate for a moment before sitting back down on my broom and pulling Dash on behind me.

“Alright, much as I hate to break decorum, any ideas on where we can both eat? I’m not familiar with the town yet. I want either a place where we can have enough seclusion for a semi-private conversation or somewhere we can both get food and a good location for a picnic.”

She gets off from behind me and zips around to plop herself sitting in front of me facing me as I slowly fly around above town. “There isn’t really a decorum for something like this. You’re taking me on a date during estrus, although it is pretty early in the week and this sorta just happened instead of being planned so I can’t properly serve you. Wait a minute… Did you actually have no idea about estrus week?”

Dash seems a little different like this. Before she was a cocky and challenging mare and now she’s, well she’s still herself, just calmer and showing her submissive side more clearly. Then again she did just get laid in a way she’s probably fantasized about, even if the person wasn’t the Wonderbolt stallion she was likely picturing doing it. “None at all, I went looking for you because you made one heck of an impression when you visited Canterlot that you compounded during that fight and I just had to follow up on it. I couldn’t let things just stop there and my instinct told me I finally found a mare that would be my kind of fun. Why not go over all the expectations and par for the course of all this stuff I’ve stumbled into? Start with what exactly a Magister is. No, start with somewhere we can get something to eat, I’m ravenous.”

She looks like she want’s to start now but thankfully addresses the important topic. “I’m not really certain. I know Sugarcube-”

“No.”

“I know it’s not healthy and really date food but-’

“Let me clarify. Fucking no.” I growl out as several mares beneath us comically faint. “Last time I went into that building I ended up with a mental breakdown and a voice in my head trying to tell me the secret cosmic meaning of the word FUN and how it relates to the unnature of illusion, or as you call it-” My voice has become horrifyingly hyper and an impossible grin is beginning to split my face. Thankfully Dash slaps me out of it.

“Okay then… No Sugarcube Corner... got it... unfortunately, that means we need to pick up supplies and cook for ourselves. No idea where to find anything besides spinach and beans with enough protein and honestly I don’t want to spend a serious amount of time in a cave with somepony living on a diet of beans or spinach.”

“It took drafting the Wonderbolts and a feather from one of them to do it, but I did fly here in about twelve minutes. If I could find a pegasus with enough power…” I break off and grin at her and her grin matches mine.

“Oh come on! I’m the fastest in Equestria! Here!” She gives me one of her feathers and I slot it in feeling regret that my broom is still unfinished and will destroy the feather she just gave me. I lift into the air and we point in the direction of Canterlot with me careful to lay as flat as I can on the broom so I can draft off Dash’s much higher speed and strength. To my surprise, I can literally sense a cone of displaced air starting in front of her where she is essentially drafting off her own magic. Strange, that should be impossible. If somepony could do that level of aeromancy they could easily break the sound barrier, sure the force of doing it would destroy them, but if they could survive… That whole fastest in Equestria bit isn’t just fluff is it?

My eyes grow wide as I realise the nature of the mare I’m playing with. This mare could kill me. A blow with aeromancy like this behind it would cut into my weakness like it was nothing, and she has more than enough speed to back it up if she’s not playing around. For once I’m thankful that I’m been mostly honest and myself with somepony. Canterlot approaches and I slow her down to follow me on a stealthier approach to the city. If what Dash says about heat week is true then I might want to take some precautions after my flirting if I don’t want interruptions. We land and I set my plan in motion.

“Jade, if you want to feed on lust it is heat week and I dare say that the nobles would be willing to pull the sticks out of their asses to play with a partner that can shapeshift. Make sure to remind them that if they are shifted and out in public to put on the Identifying Medallion. Oh and on an unrelated note can I borrow one of those medallions?”

She snorts and hands me one of the medallions. “Need a distraction from the nobles for the week? Worry not we will do our best to encourage the belief that several nobles have hired us to experience a date with you.” She’s still smirking as I shift and run into the city with the medallion dangling from my neck immune to transformation. Dash flies over my head laughing at the realization that I’m hiding from the nobles.

“Wolf, I know the Canterlot Electi can be a pain, but they wouldn’t get in the way of a date with me. Unlike Filthy they know exactly how awesome I am.”

“And what about the soldiers? Or Nightshade? Or any of the other mares that I’ve chosen you over?”

She looks at me weirdly as we turn the corner and near Harmony Cafe seeming to not have anything to say to that. I shift back into my form with the medallion dangling outside of my clothes.

“Hello there friend, you don’t need the disguise here if you don’t want it. All races are welcome in my shop!”

I grin. “It’s actually me. Can I get a care package of food that can last a human and a pegasus for a week long campout delivered to the theatre as we order lunch here?”

He takes a step back in surprise. “Is this… even remotely legal?”

“Sure, the bill does say all shapeshifters wishing to be Equestrian citizens and I aaaam a shapeshifter, so not only would I be allowed to wear a medallion that makes ponies think I’m a changeling impersonating me I’m legally required to. Totally nothing illegal here.”

He still doesn’t look all that convinced but still leads us to my usual table. The date goes well and in amongst the small talk and other conversation, I learn some interesting things about pegasi. Firstly it turns out that they have a pre-unification language called pegalosian that is essentially a language between latin and English and has kept a great deal of the terms from the old language as a result of Equish not having the needed words for cultural differences between Earth Ponies and Pegasi.

Secondly it turns out that pegasi mares are typically submissive to their partners and have a whole type of dating system based around Dominance. Magisters, such as me, are essentially pro-Doms that fulfill temporary relationships with mares based around fun, particularly during this week. Most are well compensated for their efforts and can live well from their skills as long as they serve the electi, the pegasi nobles. As a matter of fact if I learned the cloud touching spell for myself I could likely make a great deal of money, it wouldn’t be as fun as being with Dash because well…

Thirdly I found out that Dash, despite being technically an Electi, is displaced from her house for being an undatable mare in such a way that her family can’t do anything about it. Put simply she is too damn strong. She is fast, strong and knows it. Her skills make her the hottest pegasi in Equestria, but also the most unapproachable. Add onto that her impossible standards and challenging nature you get a mare that only a Wonderbolt would approach and no Wonderbolt would put up with. Interestingly enough I learn that I’m only at an acceptable level for just a magister, to strive for more with her I would need to “get more awesome and maybe a little bit more radical.” I still don’t have a clue what the hell that means but she also told me that as a magister I got lucky with my timing because she would never have considered me as such without having felt my skills personally.

On a much less depressing topic, I discovered her limits and fetishes and have a lot more fuel for playing with her later. I pay, thankful that for once the mare doesn’t protest, and we take off with me picking up the package Star left for me and dropping off the medallion before we take to the air headed back to Ponyville. We stop, hovering over the orchard, as Dash gives me a sheepish look.

“Look, I have to talk to AJ for a minute. We kinda made plans to... er… help each other out for the week. She’s pretty good with that rope of hers and she likes to top as long as I’m willing to put aside my own preferences and top for her at least a little. So I need to cancel my plans and apologise.”

“I’m not so sure that’s a good idea, do you have any idea how she is gonna take that? Seriously as much as I don’t want to suggest it would be better if you held up your agreement, this could hurt your friendship.”

“You’re right but… EEERRGG I HATE CHOOSING LIKE THIS!!” Her scream takes me by surprise and I cover my ringing ears.

“Choosing like what, sugar cube?” A southern drawl below us asks. Looking down I see Applejack with a pair of saddlebags with a coil of beautiful rope hanging on a hook on the bags. I arch an eyebrow as I look between Applejack’s curious expression and Dashie’s deer-in-headlights look. Oh… I think I can make this fun…

Strange, that strange pendant I received at the impossible party feels heavy and warm against my chest. I feel something guiding me and I drop from the broom landing on all four limbs and slowly rising to my feet doing my best to exude an aura of earth magick. “Seems Dash let her reckless side put her in an interesting situation. Long story short she wants to play with both of us and can’t choose between her longtime friend and a chance to play with a magister that meets her approval for once. She doesn’t want to choose and can’t think of a compromise.”

“Well shoot hun, is their a reason we don’t just share y’all? I know sharing ain’t the right word, but ch’all know what I mean. Ain’t so uncommon a thing, heck that’s how a lot of herds get their start.”

Dash double facehoofs. “Why didn’t I think of that? Wait, did you plan that when you stopped me from cancelling my plans?”

The guiding feeling again, I know I could ignore it, but I sense it wants to help me with my plans. What is this pendant that it is helping me in a situation such as this? “I’ll admit the hope crossed my mind, but the fact that you didn’t mention it as an idea made me think that perhaps there was a reason not to. You have to remember I’m not from this world and if it’s natives are doing something that doesn’t make sense I tend to wait and see why.” Energy spreads slowly through my body and I take a step back and grin at the two mares in front of me. “So then, what kind of fun shall we have tonight? Applejack, are you willing to take a submissive role, or are we going to gang up on poor Dashie here?”

Dash has an adorable wide-eyed look. “What have I gotten myself into?”

Applejack smirks and slowly lowers her hat as she turns to Dash with a menacing in a good way look. “Ah reckon you’ve gotten yourself into the usual kinda situation for you. We Earth ponies ain't like them unicorns and pegasi that only know how to have fun from a single stance. Earth ponies are strong and flexible like the plants we tend. Ah’ll submit sometimes and take control others. Ah reckon that if y’all are a magister then you wouldn’t take to kindly to it, but Dashie here is always complaining ah don’t go far enough, so she ought to be able to handle the two of us just fine. Big Mac knows ta stay out of the barn this time o’ the year and I have some rigging already set up.”

I grin and follow the two mares through the trees to the big barn. The top where I expected to find a hay loft is instead some kind of tool shed that looks like everything has been pushed aside to make a pretty decent dungeon area. Strong hooks adorn the ceiling and a weird version of a St. Andrew's Cross sits in the center of the room with a slim metal stocks sitting next to it bolted to the floor. Applejack sets her saddlebags down on the padded part of the stocks and opens it revealing a decent stash of toys. I set my own bag on the floor next to it and we both look at each other with matching sadistic grins as we begin to dig into our bags with a low chuckle in sync. This is going to be fun.

Author's Note

I'm back cuddlies! I'm alive, the fic is alive and the spirit of awesomeness is alive. This is why they call me the Phoenix King, this and the love of fire play. Anyways, this chapter is the first glimpse into the nature of the mysterious pendant he received at the impossible party and we also learned WHY EXACTLY everypony says not to question Pinkie Pie.

This brings me to some questions for you, my wonderful treasured readers who are the only reason why I write having lost my previous inspiration in the events that have kept me away from my stories and ponies for so long. It was one Tartarus of a winter, but with Spring comes beautiful new life in my heart and my stories. Oh right, questions, on it!

Luna, Nightshade, AJ, Dashie, Moon Light, Celestia, Rarity, Twilight and Discord? Who is your favorite pairing?

What are your guesses on what, Exactly that pendant is? Here's a hint, this is something waay more important tthanjust an enchanted necklace, and way more sinister.