Cheese Sandwich was pleased with his life.

That was something he repeated in his mind almost every day. He had a fantastic job that paid enormous quantities of cash, was extremely easy and allowed him to meet lots of beautiful ladies. He was popular and well respected in the Canterlot society. He was able to host massive extraordinary parties for everyone to attend.

And for the last 6 months he had the most wonderful girlfriend, Coco Pommel who was his completely devoted sexual slave.

Cheese Sandwich was pondering about life blessings in his office when a knock on the door snapped him out of his thoughts. “Come on in.” he exclaimed to the person outside his office, who most likely was a secretary.

A blonde gorgeous girl with slightly crossed eyes opened the beautiful wooden door with trembling hands and peeked inside the room. “Mr. Sandwich, sir, a lady called Miss Polomare is in the waiting room right now. She is asking for the fashion consultant job.” The girl was wearing a pair of six-inch-heels which accentuated her long legs perfectly and they made her barely covered bum look perfect. The bimbo airhead look that she had constantly on her face was only increased by the nipples poking desperately against the soft fabric of her top.

“I’ll be there in a few minutes, entertain her somehow until I arrive, Derpy sweetheart” Cheese smiled to the receptionist “I have something I need to finish here first.” Without saying another word, Derpy Hooves closed the door and left, leaving behind her the clicking sound of her heels.

“You heard that, Coco? Your old boss is making us a visit. I bet she will love to join you in your current duties.” Cheese Sandwich separated his chair from the desk, and applied some pressure to the neck of the naked girl kneeling before him, pulling her face towards his crotch. -Power corrupts,- he thought, -but it feels very good,- his thought continued, when he felt her tongue licking along his shaft.

Cheese Sandwich showed his appreciation by patting Coco on her head, telling her how satisfied he was with her work. “I am indeed so pleased with you, that as a bonus, I will fuck your tits today.” Her programming was so perfect, that it didn’t dawn to Coco that he would fuck her boobs for his sole pleasure alone and not hers. “Open your tits for me, Coco.” he ordered the girl, who, being endlessly grateful to receive such a bonus, eagerly grabbed her boobs from both side and bent forward to engulf his dick in between her globes of flesh.

Looking at him with her best sultry smile, she nevertheless felt the need to express her feelings. “Sir, I really like fucking you, and I’m eager to pleasure you with my tits or cunt, but I am no slut. I would appreciate, if you could treat me with some respect, sir.”

-What the hell was the bitch talking about? This outburst of independent thinking definitely called for strong measures- Cheese Sandwich retired his member from her reach. “Coco, I think, it’s time we study the basics again. First, you will never question me again. In fact, you’ll happily absorb everything I say and will do, whatever I tell you to. Second, it arouses you beyond anything you ever experienced, when I’m mean to you, verbally and physically. You might not like it rationally, but you will find that your own libido will betray you to a point, where humiliation and physical pain will become aphrodisiacs to you.”

Then he looked down on her with a grin. “Listen, babe. I don’t want to waste my time with some stuck-up bitch, who tells me what to do and not to do. And even now, as I talk to you, you already have your hooters around my pole and are tit-fucking me like a street-whore.” He grinned inwardly, when he saw her shudder with each abuse. “You look pretty much like a slut to me. I mean, how would you call yourself, cunt?” Coco gasped at the last word, realizing that Cheese Sandwich was absolutely right. She might not have liked it on a rational level, but her body cried out what she was.

Her transformation into a slut was complete. But Cheese needed to take the next step. “Coco, you hadn’t noticed until today, but you realize now, that you are property, MY property, to be used like I use my accordion or my prank toys. I own you like a piece of furniture. And from this day on, I will treat you accordingly. You have no rights to your own. I have all the rights, to do with you as I like, because I am your master and you are my slave. You feel, that you are such a lucky slave, to have me as your owner, and you will serve and worship me, with all your heart.”

Coco Pommel totally absorbed her new personality. If there was one thing, that was crystal clear to her, it was the fact, that Cheese Sandwich owned her. She was his slave and toy, and this thought made her so happy, she thought her heart would burst. She would love, honor and worship this god-like man, with every fiber of her body and soul. Grabbing her hair, he pulled her up to her feet. She was barely able to stand, so weak she felt in his presence. With a hard push to her tits, he shoved her back down onto her desk.

“Tell me, toy,” he ordered her, “tell me, how you feel about your new role in life. Tell me all about your likes and dislikes.”

Coco nearly fainted, being allowed to express her feelings for her owner. “Oh my beloved Master, I’ve never been happier in my life. I worship you from the bottom of my soul, and I only have one desire. It’s the sole purpose of my life and the reason for my existence: I am your subservient slave and toy, who loves you and lives to serve you in every imaginable way. I want you, to draw pleasure from my body, however you like. Use me for your satisfaction and convenience. As for my dislikes, I don’t have any. How could I, being allowed to serve you as your totally devoted slave and toy?”

Cheese Sandwich slapped her ass, “Well slut, that was a good start. I would love to fuck you there in the desk, but I have to check on your Suri friend. Get ready to give her the appropriate welcome.” He left her there while he fixed his suit and tie on the mirror behind his desk.

Yes. Cheese Sandwich was pleased with his life.

Fluttershy knew she was a traffic stopper. She knew her overly sensual body would allow her to seduce and control every fool on the streets if she wanted to. She knew most men and many women would pour entire fortunes for having the slightest chance at fucking her.

But most of all, Fluttershy knew that for Discord, she would always be second best.

Walking as she was right then on the streets, she thought about the past few months in which she had started a three way relationship with Discord and Pinkie Pie. She did her best to hid her jealousy and resentment with fake smiles and happy words, even if deep inside, she wished nothing more than surpass Pinkie Pie on Discord eyes. With each passing month though, she started to realize that nothing she could do would change the situation. With that in mind, she decided to change her approach. If she couldn’t increase her position towards Discord, then she would dilute Pinkie’s. And she knew exactly who could help her doing that.

Her plan was dangerous, and she was not sure in the least the results would actually benefit her. But, her love, devotion and affection for Discord made her try. Discord deserved more, deserved the best, and she was going to give it to him, even if he did not know it yet. Breathing deeply, she entered the place she was looking for. Canterlot High School, and more precisely, the principal office.

The woman sitting on the desk left the papers she was reading and looked at the girl entering her office. It just took her a few seconds to recognize her. “Oh good heaven, Fluttershy! So much time without seeing you my dear! I knew you had become a nurse, but look at yourself, you have grown so much since your graduation.”

“Thank you very much, Principal Celestia.” Fluttershy striked her one of her signature shy but happy smiles. “I can’t say the same for you though; I can’t see a single extra day on you. You look as good as ever.”

It was true of course. While Principal Celestia was most likely in the 40s already, she still had a rocking body. Right then she was wearing a figure-hugging pin-striped skirt, combined with a blouse that had a little flashy zebra-print on it. She wore no stockings or pantyhose and her feet were clad in five-inch sandals. Everyone was able to see that nature had blessed her with a very curvy body. For the professional look, she wore some modest make-up, and her multicolored hair was done up in a bun. Fluttershy was looking at a woman that looked professional and hot, both at the same time.

“You flatter this old lady.” Celestia said, blushing slightly, but obviously pleased with the compliment. “And well, what can I do for one of my best students today?” Celestia asked her with motherly pride and affection.

Fluttershy started playing with her hair. It looked as if she was having a hard time coming with the courage to talk. “Well, you see, I have been working on something. It is a special set of earphones that I would like to use on some of the patients at the hospital where I work to make their stay more comfortable. But I still have to be sure if it works with everyone. I am so ashamed, but could you help me with a little test try? Please?”

Celestia smiled at her ex-student. “Of course my dear. Knowing you, I’m sure your gadget will work perfectly. What do I need to do?”

Fluttershy exhaled loudly, seemingly relaxed at last. Without being able to hold a smirk, she opened her bag and rummaged for something. “Thank you so much, Miss Celestia. Don’t worry all you need to do is to” she finally found what she was looking for, “put this on your head, and set the buds inside your ears”.

Celestia took the object on her hands and looked at it. It seemed like an ordinary diadem, with two pony like ears on top and tow little ear buds at the sides. The Principal did exactly as Fluttershy told her, setting the diadem firmly on her head but couldn’t hear or feel anything from it. “Alright, now what is the next step?”

“Alright, now I’m going to switch it on, you might feel a very slight sting.” Fluttershy pulled a remote from the bag –I knew borrowing one of this from the Disc World Store would prove useful some day, the information I gave them about Cheese and Coco was well worth it-

Just as he pressed one of the buttons in the controller on her hand, Fluttershy told her former mentor “Now, Principal, let’s begin your new life. I'm sure you will be thankful for this.”

Having no time to process what her former student had just said, the last thing Celestia noticed before blacking out was a devious grin on Fluttershy face.

The phone rang. “Hello?” “Mrs. Pie?”

Pinkie Pie instantly recognized the plumber voice. “Oh, hello Mr. Discord,” she replied.

Discord heard the anticipation in her voice. “Mrs. Pie, sorry to disturb you on Sunday. I’m in your part of town, and I was wondering if I could pay you a short visit, just to see if everything works as it should.”

“Oh, I’d be pleased to see you.” Pinkie felt she sounded much happier than she should. “My husband is right now out of town, but I am completely free to receive you.”

If the plumber noticed the effusive tone of the housewife, he made no comment about it. “Fine then, I’ll be at your place in five minutes.”

Mrs. Pie hang up the phone and decided that she had to change. She couldn’t greet him as she was right then, dressed in only a nightie. Pinkie checked her reflection. The little pink nightie clung to her body like a second skin. It showed a lot of her long legs and her nipples were poking through the silky garment. She was a hottie, even in that boring piece from ‘Saphire Shore’s Mystery’. She hurried back into the bedroom to change; after all, she was a married woman.

She nearly ripped off her nightie and began to squeeze herself into some clothes she just recently ordered. She had to struggle quite hard to get her butt into the tight pants. The top was even worse. No matter how much she tugged at the fabric, part of her tits were always showing, either from top or from underneath. If it hadn’t been made of some stretching fabric she it wouldn’t have fitted at all. The silky material felt good against her bare body. She had to see, how she looked like in that outfit. She nearly ran to check herself in the big mirror. -This couldn’t be me, looking back!- There was a whore standing in her bedroom that looked like her.

The outfit did everything to show off every curve of her body. As far as she pulled, the top was barely able to cover her tits, stretching over her hooters, threatening to burst at every moment. Turning around Mrs. Pie saw that due to the low cut of her pants the cleft of her plot cheeks was easily visible. Her ass cheeks were molded as if to praise their round tightness. As stretched as the fabric was, each movement would cause the globes of her plot to wobble with each step in her platform-shoes. Everybody would see that she was panty less beneath. Everybody would see what a whore she was, parading around in such lewd clothes and not even wearing any underwear. Back to the front, her tits were spilling out of the top, looking like they desperately tried to break free. Her nipples stood out hard and proud, proclaiming to get noticed.

Her mind went back to the nice plumber, Mr. Discord. She would greet him dressed like a whore. -What would he think of me?- Pinkie thought. -Well, he would think that I am a hot piece of ass. Would he ogle my titties? How could he not, when I put them so openly on display?-

Mrs. Pie had just added some cute pink lipstick when the doorbell rang. She hastily ran down the stairs, her tits bouncing with every step. This caused her top to climb a little higher, showing some good amount of the underside of her ripe tits. The moment she opened the door, Mrs. Pie knew it had been the right decision to not change clothes. Mr. Discord jaw dropped and he openly looked her up and down, lecherously staring at her scantily clad hooters. “Hello Mr. Discord”, she batted her eyelashes at him, “nice to see you again. Let me lead the way.” With that Mrs. Pie turned around and walked towards the living room. She made sure to give her ass a nice wiggle. She wished to have eyes in the back but she was damn sure that he watched her wobbling ass cheeks intensely.

Having entered the living room she turned back to him. -Yes! His eyes had been on my plot!- However, now his eyes were fixed on something behind her. She turned again and saw that her floor was covered in slutty clothes. Mrs. Pie giggled. “Oopsie! What must you think of me?”

Discord smiled. “Oh, don’t worry. We all have our little secrets, don’t we? And besides, you have the body to wear such clothes.” As if to confirm it, he again ogled her from tits to toe. Pinkie was very impressed from his self-confidence. Her husband would have tried to get a discreet glimpse, but he was openly staring at her, even talking about her body.

“Oh thank you, that’s so nice of you”, she smiled at him.

Besides being extremely attractive, Mr. Discord was a very confident man, a strong man, a demanding man. A girl would have to work hard to satisfy such a domineering man like him. He would never be wrapped around a girl’s finger like her wimp of a husband. Oh no, he was a man who decided and the girl was the one to do his bidding. She had to have him. Right at that moment, Pinkie had decided that she had to have him. No, that wasn’t right. She would do everything to make him have her. Still smiling at her, Mr. Discord took a seat and continued to inspect her fabulous body.

“You want a drink?” she offered.

“If it won’t be too much of an effort from a gorgeous woman such as you, I really could use some chocolate milk.” Mrs. Pie blushed and rushed towards her kitchen. Meanwhile, Mr. Discord entered the bathroom to check the installation he had made the previous week that changed the water source of the home.

After a few of minutes, his job was finished when the housewife was back “Here’s your chocolate milk, Mr. Discord”, Pinkie had just entered the bathroom when he was finishing. She bent down, beside him, her compressed tits brushing his shoulders. Discord could feel her rock-hard nipples through his shirt. She had to be aroused beyond believe. He took the offered glass without looking at her. Mrs. Pie invited him to the couch in the living room to enjoy the drink in a more comfortable position. She sat down opposite of him, paying special attention to sit straight so he could get an unobstructed view of her protruding tits.

She had been hot the whole morning but his presence made the situation worse. She could feel her wet cunt constantly rubbing against the crotch of her pants and her nipples felt like they would stay hard for the rest of her life. She was sure that he had noticed her heat and wondered what he might think of her. He had already commented on her body. And rubbing her nipples against his body had sent electric bolts right down to her cunt. She had to do something about her growing need. “I must tell you, Mr. Discord”, she began, “I'm very pleased with the job you did on our bathroom. I have used it a lot this past week. In fact, I’ve been a very naughty girl.” She giggled.

He seemed interested. “Oh, in which way?”

Pinkie had decided she could be totally honest with him. He would understand her. “You know... Well... here I am, sitting in front of you in this dancer’s outfit I ordered yesterday... It’s just that I cannot be that well-behaved woman all the time. I continuously have to allow myself escapades into the bathroom to relieve myself.”

He smiled at her, a soft, understanding smile. “You needn’t justify yourself, Mrs. Pie. I won’t condemn you. We all need to let go sometimes.”

-He is so understanding!- “Thank you for your sympathy”, she sighed. “I don’t know why I’m telling you all this. You are a complete stranger to me...”

“Go ahead. Sometimes, talking to a stranger is a lot more easier than to people who know you. I won’t be taken aback. I promise!” He smiled at her.

Pinkie felt relieved. She could tell this man everything. “To make a long story short. This weekend, I have discovered, that I don’t like the woman I am. Deep inside me there is a dirty woman, a very dirty woman, that is desperate to break free. Do you know what I would like to do right now?”

He looked at her questioningly, but said nothing.

“I hope you won’t think bad of me, but I’d really like to sit alongside you and have you rubbing my crotch until I come.” Pinkie had lost all her shame. She spread her legs, showing him how much her cunt-juices had soaked the fabric of her pants. There was a big wet stain in her crotch and her swollen cunt-lips were plainly visible beneath the tight pants.

“Mrs. Pie... Pinkie”, he began, “as I already said, you have a wonderful and sexy body. Every man would be pleased to hear an offer like that. And I’m no exception from the rule. Come over here, I’ll be happy to make your fantasy come true.” He twinkled his eye. “I think there is no ‘dirty woman’ inside you. What is lying underneath the surface of a pure faithful housewife is a slut, a very dirty little slut. Your true self is that of a wanton harlot, a depraved whore that lives for nothing but having her nasty cunt filled.”

Every single insult, every dirty word hit Pinkie like a jackhammer. Wave after wave of cunt juice spilled out of her cunt. Pinkie felt like she was going to explode. Panting and gasping she jumped up and let herself fall beside him. She grabbed his hand and shoved it to her crotch. He leant over and began whispering into her ear. “My, my, my, you are all wet. You have totally soaked your clothes. You must be one needy bitch. What was it again, what you wanted me to do?”

Pinkie was helplessly humping her crotch against his hand, trying to apply more pressure on her pleasure center. “I want you to rub my crotch”, she managed to get out between gasps.

He grinned and began slowly circling her swollen cuntlips. “Do you really like that? I’d thought that a slut like you would prefer to have her cunt frigged like THIS!” He pressed his hand as hard as he could to her spasming cunt, his thumb pressing down hard onto her clit.

She squealed and began humping his hand like mad. It was as if she was fucking his hand. “YES! YES! YES!... Oh God!... YES! Frig my cunt!... Do it!... Harder!... HARDER!... YES!... Like that! Oh God... AAAAHHHHH!” She came with a scream that threatened to alarm the whole neighborhood. Quickly she brought her left hand to her mouth to muffle her scream while her right held his hand pushing it to her exploding cunt as hard as she could. He had only frigged her cunt through her clothes and she had come like never before. Pinkie had never thought that such an orgasm would be possible. It felt like she hadn’t lived until today. Her flushed face not only showed the intensity of her recent orgasm but also her returning shame of having behaved like a total slut.

Shyly she looked at Discord, “Oh God! I don’t know what had come over me. I’m so sorry. What must you think of me? It’s just... I’m...”

He interrupted her. “It’s just that you let out your slut-self and you had the best orgasm of your pitiful life. I frigged your dripping snatch and you came like only a slut could come. Ain’t I right?” He grinned at her.

He was absolutely right. Even now, when she was supposed to be ashamed for what she did, his dirty words were already beginning to have some effect on her. Pinkie could not believe, that she actually was starting to get aroused again. “Oh god, yes... the best ever...” she sighed.

“I bet you’d fuck everything right now, only to have another orgasm.” He said, with a cooky grin.

“Yes! Yes!” Discord moved his hand down to her crotch. Instinctively she tried to hump him. Pinkie moved her hips back down to the couch desperately looking at him. “Please! Fuck me! I need...”

Again he interrupted her. “It doesn’t matter what you need. You are a slut and as a slut it is your duty to please the needs of the one who uses you like the slut you are. Am I understood?” He sternly looked at her, teasing her with feather light strokes across her aching clit.

She shivered, his slow teasing keeping her on the edge. But she knew how right he was. Her old self would be insulted with such chauvinistic ideology. But a slut would never issue an order. She wanted to be his slut. Yes, Pinkamena Diane Pie, a married woman wanted nothing more than to be Discord’s slutty fuck-doll, a plaything for him to use and abuse. His teasing, his keeping her on the edge, denying her release was torture, yet it felt so wonderful to be at his beck and call, to have nothing to decide, to have nothing to think, to be nothing but a mess of hot quivering female flesh, totally depending on the mercy of Discord. At that moment, Pinkie Pie was prepared to do anything for him and having him doing anything to her. Pinkamena Diane Pie wanted to be his slave.

He stopped his ministrations in her crotch, getting a desperate sigh in return. “Mrs. Pie?”

She looked at him, burning with need. “Yes.”

“What about your husband Mrs. Pie? What about the man you love, treasure and are completely faithful to?” he was grinning as he slightly grazed with his hand her erogenous zones.

She humped into the air, trying to maximize the contact between her body and his hand “Fuck my husband! I don’t care about him! I’m here for you Mr. Discord… just for you! So you can fuck me! Use me anyway you want!” She was almost weeping now in frustrated lust.

With a serious expression, he started “I have no time for playing games. If you want me, it will be on my terms. If you want me, I will decide for you. You will have no say in any matter. I will fuck you whenever, wherever and however I want. You will do anything I say. To me you will be nothing but a pair of tits, a mouth, a cunt and an ass that I use for my pleasure. If it pleases me, you will do the chores in the nude. I will expose you in public. I will fuck you whether you’ll be prepared or not. You will walk the streets for me, selling your body to every male and giving me all the money. And you will get nothing in return. We both know that this is what you want. So, all I want to know right now is, if you really are willing to become my property, my slut, my personal whore and fuck-toy?”

Pinkie had been getting hotter and hotter as she listened to what lay in store for her. This was what she always had wanted to be. This wonderful man, Discord, whom she had not known before a week ago, was offering her the life of her dreams. She was ready to give in instantly but she somehow knew that she had to do it in some kind of ritual. It had to be something special, something she always would remember. So she let herself slide from the couch and knelt before him. While she spoke, she began to undress. “I, Pinkamena Diane Pie, herewith declare, that from this day on, I only exist for the pleasure of Discord, the most wonderful man in the world. Everything he says is true! Everything he does is right. I want nothing more than to be his property, his willing slut, his personal whore, his living fuck-doll.”

Having undressed completely, Pinkie had opened his shoes and had taken them off, together with his socks. Discord was wondering were this was leading to and he was more than satisfied, when she continued her sermon, showing him her servitude in a picture of total abandon. “This body,” she kissed his right foot, “is yours to use... This soul,” she kissed his left foot, “is yours to command.”

She sat back on her heels, her legs spread, hands behind her back and her head bowed. Anxiously she waited if he would accept her. Discord watched in awe. He had only messed a little with the water source of that house, in order to alter some basic desires in her mind. Declaring herself his slave had come of Pinkie’s own accord. There had to be hidden a very high submissive streak in the beautiful pink haired housewife. -Well, I can live with it-, he grinned to himself. Reaching forward he grabbed her tits and yanked her towards him until her face was only inches from his crotch. She looked up at him adoringly, keeping her position while he fumbled with his zipper and pulled out his semi-erect cock.

Seeing his wonderful tool, Pinkie nearly orgasmed. “How about you show me your devotion like a good slave?” he smiled at her. Her mouth was over his cock before he had finished his question.

Pinkie hummed a little melody while she prepared breakfast for Discord and her. Her full body was clad just in a pink thong and a top, made of some kind of net-fabric. The holes in the pink top were so wide, that her big tits were clearly visible. She could as well be naked, but as he had told her many times in the past, he liked his girl walking around in skimpy outfits. It just made them look a lot more chaotic. Fluttershy was going to miss the breakfast though. Lately her best friend seemed quite busy with some project, and the only thing Pinkie knew about it, was that it involved high school somehow.

Discord on the other hand was still sleeping. After the whole roleplay session of the previous night, the big guy was exhausted. Pinkie always found funny how tiring was for him to play the roles of mean, brutal masters. On the other hand, Pinkie Pie found extremely entertaining and refreshing to play all kind of roles on their sexual theatrics. She particularly liked all the times she played the role of a submissive nymphomaniac slut, which she played perfectly and was her favorite.

Pinkie Pie looked at the mirror on the living room not too far from the kitchen, and remembered when she wished that she could visit different worlds, to live in different universes and be different than she was. But looking back, Pinkie Pie recognized that she loved her present life, and she was for all intents and purposes, completely happy to live in the world she lived. In the world of Discord, she could be anything, she could play, she could love and she could enjoy her body to the fullest. She had no need for alternate worlds; she could play to be everything she wanted right then and there.

The saloon dancer that elopes with the chaotic cowboy.

The pure nun that gets corrupted by the demonic looking priest.

The mischievous student that seduces the much older teacher.

The proud policewoman that becomes a slave to the sinister criminal.

The brave heroine that is overpowered by the mighty dark lord.

The slave girl that is the exclusive property of the powerful sultan.

The hooker with a heart of gold that marries the proper gentleman.

The troubled patient that becomes enamored with the amoral doctor.

The demure married woman that is seduced by the handsome stranger.

The pink pony that is fucked silly by the reality warper Draconequus.

Author's Note

And that's a wrap.
In the end, I must admit that I just did this fic to put together as many weird and fetishistic clopping discopie moments that I could in a single fic, even if perhaps the plot itself received little attention in the process. For the readers who got even slightly aroused by any part of it, you have my eternal thanks.