My name is Sparkbright. I’m a colt in my senior year at Ponyville school, I’m a unicorn, and I am the sovereign ruler of all of Equestria.

Well, perhaps not all of Equestria, I’m not sure. I haven’t ventured far outside of Ponyville since these powers were granted to me. Maybe if Luna or Celestia confronted me they’d be able to neutralize my powers with ease and lock me away in a dungeon for the rest of my life. Maybe I’d win, and turn those two oversized, overfuckable pieces of rump into the dick-sucking, cum-gargling whores they truly are. I don’t know. At some point my curiosity will get the better of me and I’ll find out for certain, but for now I’m just fine with the wonderful things that Ponyville has to offer.

I won’t go in to how exactly I gained Discord’s power, how I’m able to manipulate the fabric of reality without anypony else even realising it, how I went from a dorky, unpopular teenager to a literal god. Sure, it’s not exactly a boring tale, and at one point I’d have found it downright riveting, but what’s a little ascension story compared to the epic of sybaritic pleasures that are at my disposal now?

There’s a lot that hasn’t changed. I’m still just a teenage colt. I still go to school five days a week, still go home to mom every night, still love pizza and videogames. Grown-ups say ‘hey kid, these are the best years of your life’ and y’know what, they’re not wrong. I’m gonna enjoy them while I can. Still, with the power to warp reality itself in my hooves, I’ve made a few changes. I’ll walk you through them.

I got into school this morning at 9am, skipped homeroom because I erased it, and went straight to first class: sex-ed. I’ll admit, there are a lot of sex-ed classes now that I’m Lord of Ponyville. There’s nine other students in the room, all other colts, all seniors. I sent all the underage students to Baltimare on an exchange trip. The senior fillies aren’t students any more, they’re too busy with their various ‘jobs’ to go study.

The title on the chalkboard says ‘Whores 101: Getting The Most Bang For Your Bits.’ Miss Cheerilee has already started the lesson. She’s on her table, getting triple-penetrated by a trio of construction workers. She’s on her back, laid on the belly of a huge stallion who has a dick up her ass, sandwiched between another stallion with a second dick up her ass, she’s squealing in pain around the dick of a third stallion, and her pussy is plugged up with a buzzing vibrator the size of her hoof. All three of the stallions are wearing condoms. Smart. You can’t trust a whore to stay clean.

I walk to my desk. The desk is identical to all the other students’ desks, but the chair is a little bit different. There’s not much of a ‘seat’ part to the chair, and underneath the chair is a heavy set of bondage apparatus. There’s two eighteen-year-old mares strapped into the bondage, the delightful Sweetie Belle and the delectable Apple Bloom. Sweetie Belle’s face is poking through the hole at the back-end of the seat, and Apple Bloom’s face is sticking out of the front end. The two girls look up at me with sad, tired eyes, and open their mouths wide as I approach.

I sit down, my balls slipping between Apple Bloom’s lips, and my asshole pressing squarely onto Sweetie Belle’s mouth. With a thought, I turn on the vibrators strapped into their two pussies. I hear two despondent, humiliated moans, and then two tongues get to work, one working into my ass and the other lapping at my balls. I sigh from sheer pleasure.

Miss Cheerilee continues her demonstration. The pain is clear on her face. I could make it so that she enjoyed such treatment, or even make her secretly enjoy such treatment but outwardly look like she hates it, but for some reason it just turns me on so much more when she is suffering. She doesn’t even know who or what is forcing her to do these things, she just feels vaguely ‘compelled’ on account of the ‘terrible things’ that will happen if she doesn’t.

Two of the stallions fucking her swap holes, without changing condoms. Miss Cheerilee cringes as she’s proffered a cock to suck, straight from her asshole, but opens up and wraps her lips around it. She gags on the taste of rubber, cheap lube and her own ass, but sucks like a good whore. I’m glad I kept her around as my teacher.

I wiggle back in my seat and spread my butt-cheeks with my hooves, trying to get Sweetie Belle to tongue me harder. When she really tries, her tongue almost hits my prostate. The feeling of her slick tongue slurping my butthole is beyond divine, and while I’ll happily take a rimjob from any old whore, Sweetie Belle’s make me hardest.

Oh Sweetie Belle...

Before the change, I had a crush on her. I had a crush on lots of mares, but Sweetie was the only one who felt real. She was kind to everypony, and never mean to me like my other crushes were. I was tempted to make her my queen, at first. The second ruler of Ponyville, the one who would stay by my side as I taught her to enjoy all the evil pleasure that ultimate power could bring.

But there was something so much more fun in turning the nicest, sweetest pony I knew into my personal asslicker. I double the speed on her vibrator, just to feel her moans reverberate through my ass.

My cock is twitchingly hard and leaking precum, not surprising considering the bumpkin slurping my nuts while an angel eats my ass. I look around and see that the other pupils are similarly hard, all from watching Miss Cheerilee’s slutty display. It used to be that whenever I had a boner I’d try sneak off and masturbate, but I don’t do that any more. Instead, I ring a little bell on my desk.

A few seconds later, my favorite cocksucker walks into the room. Before the change, I knew this guy called Pipsqueak. I hated him. He was a smooth-talking, sarcastic little prick who thought he was clever and picked on me whenever he got a chance. All the mares flocked to him even though he was a total asshole.

I thought if he liked hanging out with fillies so much, I’d make him an honorary one. He wears ribbons in his hair, cherry-red lipstick, and cheap eyeshadow. His cock is bound up so tight that an erection only causes him agony. He’s gone from Prince Charming of Trottingham to my foreign pinto whore, and he hates every second of it.

He approaches my desk and kneels before me, looking up at me. Used to be that he’d always smirk when he looked my way. Not any more. He hasn’t smiled since I had Colgate pull all his teeth out. Not because I was afraid of him biting, just because I wanted to know what it would feel like, and because fuck Pipsqueak.

I looked down at him and ruffled his immaculately-styled mane. “You know what to do,” I told him. Without a word, he opened his maw and enveloped my dick.

Sweet Sun and Moon, I cannot begin to explain how good a blowjob feels from a mouth with no teeth. That warm, willing tongue, those tight lips, gums just caressing the sides of my shaft as he sucks like a damn vacuum cleaner... I sigh and let the three whores continue their work. My ass, balls and cock are all in heaven.

The three stallions pounding Miss Cheerilee all finish up. The first thing they do is yank the hoof-sized vibrator out of her pussy—when their pleasure ends, so does hers. They thrust a few more times to make sure all the cum spurts out into their condoms, and then pull out. I love this next part. I put my hooves on the back of Pipsqueak’s head and push him all the way down my dick, feeling him gag and struggle as my medial ring slips down his throat.

Carefully, the three stallions ease their condoms off, not spilling a drop of jizz, and dangle them above Miss Cheerilee’s face. She opens her mouth wide, and all three condoms are lowered inside. She levels her head, looks forward at the class, dead-eyed, and begins to chew. All three stallions wipe their dicks clean in her puffy pink mane as she tastes rubber, cum, and her own ass on the three condoms. She won’t stop until all the cum and ass-juices are gone, and there’s just a mess of torn-up rubber in her mouth.

That’s it for me. I pull Pipsqueak’s head upwards so that only the tip of my cock is in his mouth, and fill his maw with sperm. His cheeks bulge out but he doesn’t spill a drop. True to their whorish nature, Sweetie and Apple Bloom lick me extra-hard as I cum.

The end-of-class bell rings. I get out of my seat, thank Pipsqueak by spitting in his face, and walk out. Out of the corner of my eye I see Pipsqueak drooling my cum load into Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom’s waiting mouths. It’s nice of him, considering it’s the only food any of the three will get until the end of the school day. Maybe he’s not such a jerk after all.

I leave the room and walk past the lockers—or at least, where the lockers used to be. This new system of schooling I’ve devised doesn’t have much use for books or bags or anything like that, so I changed the lockers into a row of reverse glory-holes. There’s a hole in each locker large enough for a pony’s neck to fit through, and each locker has a mare inside, with their head sticking out into the hallway. After each class, when all the real students walk out with throbbing erections from seeing whatever teacher they have violated, they get relief from the teenage fillies in the hallway.

The reverse glory-holes are already busy. Silver Spoon, Alula, some sick fuckers even using Zippowhirl, there are dozens of fillies eagerly and not-so-eagerly slurping whatever dicks are presented to them. The most popular and pretty fillies usually have a small line in front of them, one dick in their mouth, and usually one or two impatient colts slapping their dicks on their faces.

As I walk along, I hear gagging and choking sounds. That’ll be Scootaloo. I don’t know why, but the tomboys always seem to get it worst, especially when they’ve got a ring gag in their mouths. Not only is her face and purple mane already covered in slobber and jizz, but there’s a small puddle of vomit on the floor underneath her where she’s been facefucked until she spilled her breakfast. I consider adding to the puddle—Scootaloo always got on my nerves—but a pressure in my bladder convinces me there’s somewhere more important to be.

I go straight to the bathroom. There are three urinals and a stall. Each of the urinals is built in a similar way to the lockers: a filly’s head fits through a hole in the bottom, with a watertight seal to prevent any liquid from running down their neck.

The first mare, desperately trying to swallow down a stream of clear piss from another pent-up colt, is a white-coated, yellow-maned little beauty by the name of Lemon Daze. I put her here because she messed up a blowjob last week, and let some of my jizz spill on my good shorts. I always keep one of the urinals handy as a punishment position for any filly who screws up. Even as she gulped down the last few mouthfuls of urine, another colt stepped up to soak her again.

The second filly, coughing and dry-heaving from a very dehydrated pisser, is Twist. I put her there because nopony bothers to use her for blowjobs, and I don’t like the thought of fillies shirking work. Occasionally I’ll cum in her mouth as a courtesy, but usually I just ignore her.

The third filly, is of course Diamond Tiara. If there was ever a pony more deserving of a facefull of stinking yellow piss every ten minutes than this stuck-up bitch, I don’t want to meet them.

I walked up to Diamond’s urinal, and smirked down at her. She glared daggers at me. I let some ponies think something’s not right more than others—the Element Bearers, for example, have no idea that anything is different—and Diamond Tiara I barely changed at all. She knows that I’m the unpopular, powerless dork, and I’m swaggering up to her urinal with a full bladder.

Her face is surprisingly dry, and her mane and makeup are immaculate bar the lack of her namesake Tiara, and the streaks of eyeliner that ran down her face from her own tears. As I pull my dick out, I see why she’s been left alone.

Her eyes bore into mine, full of spite and murder, and she spits out three words: “Don’t. You. Dare!”

I almost jump back despite myself. So this is why she’s dry: she’s still got enough evil in her to scare the colts away to easier targets. It won’t work on me, though, not when I know I’ve got reality-warping powers at my beck and call. And as I’ve said, I hate shirkers, so I’ll have to find a way to solve this bitch's issue.

I let my dick flop an inch from her face, and say, “Sorry, but I’ve really got to go.”

Hatred turns to fear and despair in an instant. “Wait! Don’t, please! Use Twist instead!”

I sigh and look upwards, feigning contemplation. “How about this, then? Suck my dick and take my cum on your face, and I won’t piss in your mouth.”

She looks like she’s about to dry-heave from disgust, but she mumbles an agreement and opens her mouth. I slip my half-hard cock inside and let her work. She has no skill at sucking cock. I just came a few minutes ago and I don’t really want to stay stood over a stinking urinal for an hour while I teach her the basics of fellatio, so I ring the bell and summon the bathroom attendant. Dinky Doo steps out of the stall, a pleasantly blank look on her face. She has three jobs: the first is to treat any erections that get in the way of pissing, the second is to lick the floors clean, and the third is to compensate for the fact that I spent the school toilet-paper budget on condoms. I lift my tail out the way and tell her to get to work. She dives straight in, licking my asshole as she strokes me off with her magic.

The sensation is luxurious, and Dinky’s skill makes up for Diamond’s incompetence. Before I cum, I push Dinky out of the way. I need precise aim for this part.

With my magic, I hold Diamond Tiara’s head still and pull her eyelids open as I cum. She screeches in pain as the first jet of spooge hits her squarely in the right pupil. I aim for the left, missing the pupil with one shot, and then pushing my dick so close that her eyelashes tickle my piss-hole for the next. She wails miserably as stinging, burning cum fills both her eyes, too thick to blink away, and I let the next few jets fall on her cheeks and nose.

She stops sobbing a minute later, shivering in fear when she realizes I’m still standing there, with a full bladder and a wilting cock.

“Y-you said,” she stammers. “You said y-you wouldn’t make me d-drink your... your...”

I smile down at the jizz-blinded filly. “You’re right, I did say that.” With that, I slap Dinky on the ass to send her back into her stall, and walk out of the bathroom.

I walk back into the bathroom a minute later and mosey over to Diamond Tiara. She blubbered in terror as I leaned down, and placed her tiara gently in her mane. “It just wouldn’t look right without the tiara,” I say.

“But you promised!”

I laugh. “I said I wouldn’t piss in your mouth, and I told the truth. I’m going to piss on your face!”

With that, I sigh and let loose. She squeals through tightly-closed lips as my dark-yellow urine splatters against her face, washing away the cum, dying her pretty pink coat a horrible off-orange shade. I won’t lie, I really have a taste for asparagus and energy drinks ever since the change, so my piss tastes as bad as it smells and it smells pretty terrible.

I soak her mane and ears, piss in her eyes to make her shut them, piss on her nose so she has to desperately splutter to avoid inhaling it, and keep pissing as it all runs down her coat and onto the white porcelain of the urinal. I grin as the line of the liquid starts to rise—first over her chin, then slowly up to her sealed lips, then over her lips, then high enough for the stinking, foamy mess to tickle her base of her nostrils, and as I shake the last drops out, enough to cover them completely.

She’s holding her breath, already shaking from the exertion of it. The liquid pooled around her face is a filthy mixture of my piss and cum, and now that I’ve broken her gaze and her will, more ponies will surely add to it.

“I kept my promise and didn’t piss in your mouth,” I say to her. “Now, if you want to suffocate by not drinking the gift I’ve left in your urinal, that’s entirely your choice.”

I watch as she holds out a few seconds longer, before squeaking in despair and taking a gulp of that horrible liquid. She continues to drink until she can lay her head back without more piss slipping into her mouth, and sobs. The rest of the day will be fun for her, I’m sure.

As I walk out of the room, Truffles pushes past me, a pained look on his face and a rumbling belly. He barges straight into the stall, and I laugh out loud. The pony installed in the stall is of course our former lunchlady. She’s fed us so much crap over the years, I thought it was only fair to return the favor.

By the time lunch rolls around, I’ve came twice more, though neither of them were particularly interesting. I get to the cafeteria, and mom shows up, with my lunch brought from home.

I take a seat at a table with a few of my nerdy friends—none of them have much idea what’s going on, but they like getting their dicks sucked so it’s all good—and she places the home-made mac and cheese in front of me. I kiss her on the lips.

“You know what I want, mom.”

She blushes, swallows and looks at the floor. “Darling, here? In front of all of these ponies?”

“You’re right,” I say, “It wouldn’t be fair.”

Before relief can wash over her face, I add, “Do my friends too, after you’re finished with me.”

Her smile wavers, but she still crawls under the cafeteria table, takes my cock in her mouth, and blows me as I eat my lunch.

Of course, she’s not really my mom. My real mom and dad have been flown off to some tropical resort, entirely unaware of the going ons back home. They deserve a vacation, and I’m happy to give them one.

The slut under the table right now is Milano Mash, Button Mash’s milf of a mother. I brainwashed her to think that I’m her real son. I brainwashed her to want my dick, even though she knows how wrong it is. I make her lie awake thinking about me at night, wracked with guilt and lust, until she gives into her desires and begs for her son’s dick in her ass.

Milano still thinks it’s a secret. She thinks that nopony has noticed that she french-kisses me every time she picks me up after school, or how I’ve dragged her into an alley by the tail and made her blow me behind a dumpster, or how I’ve slipped my hoof between her legs and frigged her while she made small talk with my geometry teacher. She’s convinced she’ll get caught out any day now, and that she’s an evil incestuous witch who just can’t stop touching her son no matter how much she loves him.

Fun fact: Yesterday, I made her suck off Button Mash while he played on his Joy Boy. I don’t even find incest all that hot. It was just funny.

I pull her head down as I eat the last mouthful of mac and cheese, blowing my load down her throat. I bend down to kiss her on her forehead for the blowjob—not something I do with any old whore, but she is my ‘mom’ after all—and then let her get on with sucking off every other member of my table.

As I tuck my dick back into my sheath, I decide to skip the afternoon’s classes. I mean, shop would be interesting, seeing the teacher use his metalworking skills to put mares in horrible predicament bondage, but it’s a nice day in Ponyville and I kinda wanna get out and see the sights.

Maybe I’ll get a milkshake from Sugar Cube Corner, and watch Mrs Cake and Pinkie Pie sixty-nine each other on the counter while patrons jerk off and throw tips. Maybe I’ll track down some of the other Element Bearers, they’re always funny to see. Fluttershy will be in the gentlecolts club, shaking her rump and performing deviant sexual acts for a jeering, laughing crowd. Rarity will be in an alley somewhere, giving a hobo a tongue bath. Princess Twilight will be stuck right in the middle of a changeling gang-bang.

Hmm, there’s a thought. I’ll track down Applejack and Rainbow Dash. A fucking competition will be fun, and they both get awfully competitive.

I drink my lemonade, sit back, and quietly bask in this heaven I have made for myself.

—* 8 *—

"No," said Discord, flatly.

"But Discord, you promised!" replied Twilight Sparkle.

Alicorn and draconequus glared at each other, stood as they were beside the strapped-down form of a smiling, unconscious unicorn colt.

"The answer is still no," said Discord. "I'm not telling you what I saw."

"You promised! With your powers and my analytical skills, we created the perfect system to know if a teenage applicant is mature enough to handle the responsibility of a teleportation certification. But if you won't tell me what happened inside the mental simulation, this whole thing was pointless! We just rooted around inside Sparkbright's innocent brain for no reason!"

Discord grimaced at the word 'innocent,' and shook his head. "Twilight my dear, it was anything but pointless. The mental simulation malfunctioned, but despite that, I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt that this... colt, is not ready for the responsibility of teleportation certification."

Twilight huffed, checking over the wires and tubes connecting the colt to the brain monitors and intravenous drips. "You've still not explained why I can't see the data. I'm an alicorn princess, I'm entirely capable of visualizing it."

"It's not a matter of capability. I have seen it, and I rather wish I hadn't. Now, we can either fix the model and bring this colt back in again tomorrow where a less stringent test will show the exact same thing, or you can take my word, which has been gained at great cost to both my sanity and my desire to ever eat macaroni and cheese again, and tell this boy that he does not yet meet the level of maturity required. Also, you should put this boy on a watch list."

"A watch list? Why? Which one?"

"Just... All of them."

Twilight sighed. "Fine, alright. Can we at least get this thing fixed so that it works for the next subject?"

"Of course, on one condition."

"What's that?"

"If I'm going to root around in any more ponies minds, I want some gloves," said Discord. "Several hundred gloves."

Author's Note

im sorry