Author's Note

Once again, this chapter is almost entirely new as I saved little but a few lines from the first version. Content warnings for some surprisingly eager and uninhibited gay sex on the CHS side under Midnight's indirect influence, breast and cock growth, male and female voyeurism, and plenty more girl-on-girl action including Fluttershy-on-Sunset, Pinkie-on-Rarity, and the two Deans and Principals going at it. It also ends with a 4 on 1 guy-on-girl gangbang, which some might find a bit rapey. That much is preserved from the initial version of the story, though the partners are different this time.

As you can see, there's plenty happening in this chapter, and hopefully something for everyone. There was also a minor retcon to the ending of the last chapter to accommodate the first half of this one. Thanks go to AJ_Aficionado for the preread and all the Google Doc comments. Appreciate it, AJA!

7: DeFleured - v2

“Good show, boys!” Midnight praised again as the already-punished Shadowbolt girls whistled and cheered, watching gleefully as their male classmates found themselves turned into each other’s open and eager gay lovers.

“And just like I promised, you’ll be able to go again almost instantly—which is a good thing since you’re now hopelessly addicted to both oral and anal! So feel free to swap places and screw again—to really break in your new lovers!” she directed them suggestively but sarcastically as they began to do just that.

In truth, I couldn’t help but immensely admire Midnight for so neatly and sensually turning the tables on her former tormentors. Admire how she had pretended to forgive and reward the four Shadowbolt boys who had repeatedly taken liberties with her, offering and then tricking them to accepting the greatest of sensual gifts, only to turn them into tools for her sexual revenge.

And what a revenge it was, as she reduced the previously flank-fondling and girl-crazy boys to a centerfold in a Colt-Cuddler monthly magazine back home, helpless to stop themselves from taking each other’s muzzles and tails! I have to say, the old me would have been not so much proud as insanely jealous at how perfectly she did it, turning their own teenage urges and fantasies against them.

Even though I was no longer interested in manipulating others, I could still think in such terms, and I couldn’t help but do so here. I realized quickly that by addicting the four boys to each other, and leaving her their only option for escaping their irresistible same-sex urges, Midnight could have then used the promise of ending their ordeal to make them do her bidding.

But that wasn’t her intent. Simple but very sensual vengeance for the endless abuse of her classmates was, and by the looks of it, it had worked! The four boys no longer resisted even weakly as they simply couldn’t get enough of each other’s bodies, not holding back in the slightest as the latest action quickly shifted to focus on Pokey Pierce.

The CHS girls—and even a few guys, I noticed—watched with great interest as Neon Lights knelt before him and buried his face at the junction of his classmate’s overlarge equine sheath and apples, inhaling his musk deeply. “Whoa, dude! You smell so…” The rest went unstated as he began nuzzling and licking the area in earnest. I had the thought that he was apparently paying homage to his fellow Shadowbolt senior as the best-endowed of the four, treating him like the alpha of their strange new Timberwolf pack.

Pokey himself could only lay back and groan as Neon breathed in Pokey’s masculine musk deeply and orally worshipped his enormous apples, while an equally reverent Trenderhoof and Jet Set laid a line of licks and kisses down his massive shaft while he stood before them and simply accepted it.

“Whoa! Okay, yeah, I really like that…” Rainbow Dash admitted as she stared at the scene, starting to paw at herself with one hand while she kept another one on a still-entranced Applejack’s shoulder to keep her from walking forward, towards the scene with Sugarcoat. “Wow. For as much as I don’t care for boys—especially Crystal Prep ones—who would have thought that seeing them go at it with each other would turn me on?” she mused, mostly to herself as she caressed her hip and chest with her left hand.

“It is kind of nice…” Fluttershy agreed as she gripped my hand tightly and rubbed against me more forcefully; I very keenly felt it when our teats tweaked each other repeatedly from where they were mashed together through our unraveling clothes. “They really look like they’re getting into it, Sunset.”

“Yeah…” was all I could manage in response as my light blouse ripped directly over my right nipple—there, I used the human term for it. So are you happy, readers?—allowing it to protrude and gain closer contact with its counterpart belonging to an equally exposed Fluttershy’s, the tear widening and fabric of our bras seemingly fraying from the friction of our bodies and increasingly large breasts alone.

Increasingly? I blinked. It was then I realized that my bust—and Fluttershy’s!—was indeed larger, having gained at least half a cup size since this whole business began, as an apparent side effect of Midnight’s mating magic. In hindsight, I don’t think she was doing it intentionally—at least, not at that point, excepting Sugarcoat.

It was actually an effect that the mating aura of more powerful unicorns on Equestria had occasionally been able to achieve, enhancing their partner’s sexual attributes automatically to increase their virility and ability to pleasure. In extreme cases involving very powerful unicorns, it had even altered the equipment of lovers belonging to different species to allow them to sire or bear a pony’s foals!

But I was only dimly aware of such obscure sexual studies even as I encouraged the effect, watching the all-male scene unfold. Unlike Rainbow, I can’t say it was the colt-cuddler theme that did it for me so much as Midnight’s continuing masterful display of magic, far beyond anything I’d considered feasible or even possible before.

And it wasn’t even so much that I wanted that level of magical ability for myself, really. It was that I wanted it used on me!

“Oh, wow! If Triton and Chest Candy saw that, they’d love to join in!” Pinkie added eagerly, then called out to the charmed CHS students, who continued to record the scene without regard to their own excitement or safety. They stood at the edges of the rifts and various portals while ignoring the exotic races—were those winged and beaked ponies with jewels around their necks hippogriffs? Nopony back home had heard from them in ages!—staring at them in shock and an increasing measure of interest through them.

Each sported prominent hard-ons—you know, that’s one of the few human slang terms for stallionhoods I actually like—visible right through their clothes, straining and starting to break through the fabric just as my boobs improbably were. “Don’t be shy, boys! Feel free to screw, too!” Pinkie encouraged.

“Uh…” Midnight’s influence was so strong even on this side of the field, that I noticed eyes start to dart back and forth between the CHS guys. “Th-think we’ll p-pass, thanks…” one of Flash’s bandmates named Barre Chord had just enough restraint left to say, even as the prominent bulge in his blue jeans reached halfway down his left thigh.

“Y-yeah…” added Backbeat, the band’s drummer, who typically dressed in pre-torn denim himself—have to say, I never understood the logic behind paying extra for pre-torn jeans! “We’re into girls, not guys!”

“Aw, come on, boys! Just kiss or something! You know you want to! All the girls already are!” Pinkie further invited, motioning with her head to the many CHS girls making out around us even as she continued to prop up and grope an unresisting Rarity, who was now staring red-cheeked at the all-male scene before her. “You like each other, don’t you? So screw! And if you’re worried about the implications, just remember—it’s only gay if your balls touch!”

It was Pinkie logic at its finest, and it actually worked as Barre Chord and Backbeat turned towards each other; their erections bursting free of their overstretched jeans with a rip of rending denim to point right at each other, seemingly tugging them towards their friend.

“Is it? Oh!” Barre Chord stated, his pastel purple organ standing up proudly from where it had previously lain against his leg.

“That’s true? Well, In that case…” Backbeat rejoined as his own erection found a fresh tear in not just his jeans but his drawers.

“Whoa! They’re really gonna…” Rainbow couldn’t finish the thought as, drawn towards each other like a magnet with their stallionhoods somehow acting like erotic divining rods, their erections shortly touched along with their lips as they began undressing and feeling each other up in earnest. Whatever influence they were under seemed to be catching, as their display caused several other nearby boys to do the same, to the cheers and sudden videotaking from the CHS girls, several of whom were clutching onto each other and heavily petting as they watched.

“Dude, our balls are touching…” the violet-hued Barre Chord pointed out in a shaky voice as they finished undressing and kissed more frantically, rubbing their surprisingly impressive organs against each other—wait, were they growing too?—while they continued to passionately kiss and caress.

“So they are,” an equally shaky orange-skinned Backbeat replied as his hands found his friend’s light orange flanks and squeezed them, pulling him more tightly against him. “Don’t worry, bro, I’ll fix that…” he then dropped to his knees and began to go down on him as Barre Chord watched wide-eyed but shortly leaned back and groaned his pleasure, placing a hand on the back of his friend’s head.

Still other boys were already starting to take each other’s tails, worried only about whether their apples were touching even as they slowly sank themselves to the hilt and reached around to eagerly stroke their partners to orgasm; within a minute there was a sound of balls slapping and organs spurting accompanying their previously unthinkable cries of passion and pleasure.

“Wow, this is great! Too bad Flash isn’t here…” Barre Chord said as he positioned himself to enter his friend.

“Yeah. But don’t worry, bro—we’ll make it up to him later!” Backbeat promised somewhat breathlessly.

All the while, Midnight watched the unexpected scene unfold with great satisfaction, even caressing her adult-sized leg or breast once or twice. “Well. I can’t say I was intending this, but I’ll take it! What an interesting and surprising side effect of my mating aura! You all seem to be enjoying yourself, so I’ll leave you to it… with just a little more help!”

She cast some additional magic that caused intimate areas to start expanding on the CHS side of the field further; breasts, balls and shafts gaining an additional inch or two of length and girth even if they were already embedded in other bodies. “Enjoy!”

“Oh my…” Fluttershy breathed softly as we were also affected, our breasts slowly swelling as we both watched and keenly felt them expand with a delicious stretching and tingling sensation. Before her eyes, they gained another cup size to bulge out further right through the growing holes in our blouse and bra, giving us both more surface area and sensation to work with.

A boon we quickly availed ourselves of, turning more fully towards each to press the mass of our mammaries together. “Uh… thank you!” Fluttershy called out softly.

Despite all the wild weather around us, Midnight heard. “You’re welcome. Consider it a gift to all of CHS, since most of you treated me well. But for me? It’s time to move on to my next eager and willing sensual subject! Oh, Fleurrrrr!” Midnight singsonged, causing all eyes to turn towards a familiar figure huddled beneath the bleachers. “It’s time to get deflowered!”

The tall and beautiful Shadowbolt girl was hiding in a back corner of the stands but Midnight spotted her instantly from her pink hair and creamy skin, not picking her up so much as yanking her in the air by her blouse front, dragging her classmate through the air towards her and dangling her over the Everfree Forest portal as she’d done with Cinch. “Oh, hi Fleur. So good of you to be social, for a change.”

Despite her predicament, Fleur struck a bored look, one belied by the sheen of sweat breaking out on her face around her rosy cheeks, which were only accentuated by her fair skin. “C-can I help you, Sparkle?”

Midnight’s manner instantly turned from half-friendly to one of utter contempt. “Help me? No, Miss de Lis. You’re going to help them,” she informed her previously larger classmate—as she’d grown herself to adult size, Midnight was now the taller one—nodding to the CHS side of the field. “In fact, the Wondercolt boys—the ones that aren’t already spoken for, that is—are going to help themselves... to you!” she announced, causing the uncommitted boys on our side of the field to immediately pay attention.

If it was possible, Fleur got even paler. “Wha—? Why? I-I didn’t bully you! I never even spoke to you! Wh-what did I ever do to you?”

The glow in Midnight’s eyes got stronger even as those eyes got narrower. “Nothing. And that’s just it. You didn’t just leave me alone; you acted like I didn’t exist. You never once talked to me. You barely even acknowledged me! If I said hi, you just walked on by without looking at me. If I looked in a classroom window, you shut the shade in my face! When I was lying fainted on the floor outside my lab after an all-nighter, you just stepped right over me!” she hissed.

“Oh, um… that’s not very nice,” an amorous Fluttershy spoke up from where we were starting to lightly kiss as Midnight continued to recite her schoolmate’s sins.

“How ungenerous!” Rarity called out. A glance up showed her teats were standing out in sharp relief beneath her blouse; the outlines of her increasingly impressive mammaries showing in sharp relief now that her bra had been removed.

“M-maybe I was going to get the nurse. Ever think of that?” Fleur suggested somewhat weakly, her blouse and jacket starting to rise up further as Midnight continued to dangle her by her clothes over the open Everfree portal, through which a gawking zebra mare could be seen looking up at her.

“A likely story!” Pinkie shouted as she began nibbling on Rarity’s ear.

“Spare me,” Midnight all but snarled out the words, rolling her glowing eyes as she hovered inches of Fleur’s flushed but fearful face. “You’ve never helped or lent a hand to anyone in your life, Miss de Lis!You only date the richest boys; the ones with the fastest cars or most money! You come from wealth and have a supermodel body, but you don’t share them!

“You’ve never once donated a dime or any of your time to so much as a school bake sale! In fact, I heard that you were even too high-maintenance for Filthy Rich!”

“Filthy?” Despite the peril she was in, Fleur gave a contemptuous snort. “Why would I stay with him? He may be rich, but he always wanted to go for burgers and ball games instead of sushi and opera!”

“I rest my case,” Midnight said with a roll of her eyes around the snorts that erupted from the punished girls around her. “The average Crystal Prep girl is snooty, but you’re in a league of your own! You act like your looks and breeding put you above all of us, and I don’t think anyone here is going to complain about anything I do to you!”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Fleur claimed, leaving me wondering if she truly believed it or was just trying to appear brave.

Midnight showed the tips of her teeth in reply, the wind and aura around her intensifying, ripping at Fleur’s skirt and blouse further, now ridden up high enough to show several inches of her lower back and navel. “And why not, Miss de Lis? Just how do you plan to punish me if I do? But since I’d hate to think it’s only me saying nobody likes you, let’s put it to a vote! So what do you say, gang?” she called out to her captive Shadowbolt schoolmates. “Who wants to see Fleur de Lis get deflowered?”

Despite their distraction, all four Shadowbolt boys instantly and enthusiastically raised their hands from where they were groping and stroking each other’s stallionhoods, or holding on to each other’s hips as they continued to piston their phalluses into muzzles and tails.

“D-Do her, Sparkle!” A no-longer impassive Sugarcoat yelled out breathlessly from where she was still being claimed over and over again by her equine lover. “Sh-she’s a snob!”

“Hi kettle, I’m pot. You’re black,” a red-cheeked and rapt Rainbow Dash found enough focus to comment, and I had to agree. Still, Sugarcoat had a point. I hadn’t interacted with Fleur at all, but from what I’d seen, she’d behaved pretty much as Midnight had described—refusing to even acknowledge our collective existence except for one small moment at Pinkie’s abortive icebreaker party before the games began.

“You said it! None of us like her!” Indigo added through a mouthful of mammary as she continued grinding herself against Sunny Flare, clutching the grass behind her as she propped them both up.

“S-she uses boys for free meals and just treats all the girls like… crap! So if a-anyone deserves this… she does!” she bit out over another building orgasm that manifested itself with a fresh series of squirts around the magical constructs fillings her, each unerringly finding Sunny’s sex.

“H-hey Sparkle! Y-you think I’m snooty? T-take it from m-me—she’s worrrrrssssseeee!”Sunny Flare shrieked as she climaxed again, leaving me amazed that they could even talk, let alone were tuned in to the proceedings.

“Yeah! Give it to her!” Pinkie said with surprising vehemence, giving a thumbs-down like she was a noble at a gladiator bout in ancient Roam. “She said my party punch was ‘pedestrian and for peasants’! So show that meanie-weenie no-fun Fleur de Lis a real good time!”

“Um, Pinkie? You’re kind of starting to scare me…” Fluttershy said softly, and I had to agree—this was a side of Pinkie I wasn’t sure I liked.

“Sounds like the jury has already selected the rope to hang you with, Fleur,” Midnight said with an evil expression, the wind around them picking up further. “So tell me, can you offer any defense before I cast you to the nearest group of CHS guys?” she said with a nod to a knot of them, who were showing off their wares and even chatting with a group of increasingly interested hippogriff mares—or was that even the right term for them?—on the other side of the air portal beside them, leading to a tropical land I didn’t recognize.

“My body is a temple, Sparkle!” Fleur shook as she spoke; I admit I was impressed she summoned up enough nerve to talk back. “I am a goddess who none may gaze upon or enter!”

Midnight’s initial reaction was an amused smirk. “Temples are a place of worship, Fleur. You don’t do it from the outside—you do it from inside! And the only goddess here is me.” Her horn and eyes glowed brighter even as the skies darkened further. “And as a goddess, I could make you worship me right now. Make you eat me out and force you to acknowledge me as your divine deity!” she suggested with a lascivious lick that caused Fleur’s shaking to worsen.

Midnight then dropped her leer and grinned. “But I won’t. Because as the goddess I am, you are not worthy of me! In fact, the only thing you are worthy of, as badly as you’ve behaved, is a Wondercolt concubine! You’re going to service the CHS boys, Fleur. And you’re going to love it!”

The expression on Fleur’s normally apathetic face abruptly approached one of sheer panic as one of her heels fell into the portal and a sharp gust of wind nearly whipped her skirt away. “No! No! Listen, Sparkle! I-I don’t want to have sex yet! I’m not being selfish, I’m just… saving myself! For the right guy!”

“Sure you are…” Rainbow rolled her eyes even as she could no longer resist falling to her knees and digging her hands between her legs at the sight of the boys bucking—to whoever is reading this, I’m sorry for using pony slang, but I’d much prefer to use that word than its equivalent human one! “Think we don’t know a mooch when we see one?”

“Saving yourself?” Even being propped up and outright fondled by Pinkie Pie, Rarity was roused to indignant fury, sitting up more sharply and pointing an accusing finger at Fleur. “Then what’s the point of dating, except to get yourself feted? So you let all your dates treat but not touch? You let them court you even though you have no intention of returning their affections and show them not so much as a flash of flesh?

“You are horrid! Ungenerous and unkind!” Rarity slammed her fists to either side of her, then pushed back against Pinkie Pie. “Pinkie, darling? Let’s show our dear misguided Crystal Prep sister what generosity truly is!”

“You got it!”Pinkie proclaimed, then yanked Rarity’s blouse up and over her head, baring her top for the world to see; her ample breasts bouncing once on her chest before Pinkie brought her hands up to cup and caress them. “Take a gander at these, guys!” she invited the previously uninvolved CHS males, who promptly oohed and snapped a few pictures; even the ones engaging in colt-cuddler activity stopped and took note. “This is how you should treat your friends!”

“Exactly, Pinkie! This is what good treatment from a worthy partner should earn!” Rarity said, clutching Pinkie’s hands to her as Fluttershy and I watched openmuzzled—even if she liked turning heads, Rarity had never shown even the slightest inclination to be so blatantly voyeuristic before!

“I agree!” A rose-cheeked Roseluck replied from the edge of the Hollow Shades Portal as her two friends and fellow flower shop workers, Daisy and Lily Valley, flanked her. They pawed at her; slowly stripping her as they likewise fell under the influence of the sensual spellcasting; an amorous Lily Valley reverently kissing Rose’s ear and neck while working a hand up under her shirt to unclip her bra while several bat-ponies watched enrapt from below; edging ever closer.

Roseluck, too, was now doing something she’d shown not the slightest proclivity towards before, as she was into guys, not girls! In fact, she had a reputation for being one of the biggest boy aficionados in school, but unlike Sunny Flare, she was said by all who had experienced her to be an excellent lay.

In fact, the previous me had seen her as a potential threat to keeping the male students in my thrall, so I’d tried to start a few ugly rumors about her, none of which had been believed or stopped the boys from seeking her out. She was just too good at what she did and word got around regardless of what claims I made.

“So, Fleur De Lis—you can have whatever guy you want but you don’t do anything for them? You just mooch off them and see them as status symbols, using them to get a fast car or free gourmet meal? That’s not just selfish, that’s a crime against love itself!” she declared as Lily freed a breast and began suckling it as Daisy likewise got her panties down and began kissing her hip while slowly running a hand up her thigh. “You’re giving us honest guy-loving girls a bad name! Break her in good, Midnight!”

Midnight materialized a gavel construct in her grasp and made a sharp motion into the air itself that resulted in a rapping sound, like she’d just struck it to a bench. “The motion has been suggested and seconded by both Crystal Prep and CHS students alike!

“So before I pass sentence, is there any other input from interested parties?” Midnight prompted like she was the judge at a trial, looking around and then up at the window where the human equivalent of Princess Cadance was being quickly divested of her clothes and inhibitions, undressed and unfettered by the two Principals as she watched the scene from the second floor unfold.

“How about you, Dean Cadance? Any objections to me taking Fleur down a few pegs? If anything, her offenses against you were far greater than me! I mean, I hear she tried to get you fired and her family to pull their funding from the school when you wouldn’t pull strings with Dean Sombra to get her accepted to Everfree University!”

“That’s true!” the Dean confirmed somewhat breathlessly as her unbuttoned blouse was pulled backwards off her by Celestia, who continued to attack her neck and ear. “And it nearly worked! They said they’d withhold funding for our new athletics area unless Principal Cinch dismissed me! Though fortunately, she resisted—I’ll give her credit for that, at least—and Fancy Pants came through for us instead!

“When we told him what happened at the annual alumni party, he wrote us a check on the spot! You know, I never did thank him properly for saving my job…” she unconsciously squeezed her freshly bared breasts together and bobbed her head like she was going down on someone.

“And don’t forget what he did for us!” said a second voice from the next window over. It was only then I noticed that it wasn’t just the Principals making out from inside the school; other students and staff had been caught inside and come to see the commotion out various windows, only to immediately fall victim to all the mating magic as well.

Case in point, Ms. Cheerilee was nearly completely naked and being taken from behind by AJ’s older brother, Big Macintosh, who had come to help set up and run the Friendship Games. He was dressed in only an open flannel shirt as he pounded her plot with his muscular body, grasping her boobs from behind while she could only hold on to the ledge against his powerful thrusts and accept it all in a very happy daze. “He got our new library funded and upgraded all our classroom computers out of his own wallet! And he did so out of the goodness of his heart!”

“Eeeeeeyup!” Big Mac agreed as he slammed his hips forward and emptied himself into her, causing her to scream his name as she climaxed in turn.

“You’re right,” Luna agreed as she knelt before Cadance and began slowly lowering her skirt, her head at eye level with her fellow school head’s surprisingly shaven slit. “You know, we really should name the new academic facilities after him, sister…” she noted as her head drifted towards the Dean’s apparently very receptive sex, and was shortly buried within it.

“I agree!” Celestia concurred as she wrapped her hands over Cadance’s, assisting her in squeezing and kneading her breasts. “Though I’m thinking now the three of us could reward him in other ways…”

“I see. I hadn’t heard the whole story. So, no objection to me punishing Fleur, then, Dean?” Midnight prompted with a smirk. She must have liked what she saw, for she turned her mating aura on them fully like a spotlight, causing them to all but rip each other’s remaining clothes away and attack each other’s intimate areas hungrily.

“None at all! I wasn’t able to do so myself because of her family’s influence! Just don’t... hurt… her…” was all Cadance managed between gasps before her Celestia fed her her own tit as Luna began eating her out from below, eliciting a startled cry and moan. “Ooooohhhh…”

“Come now, Dean. Have I hurt anyone yet?” Midnight asked aloud as the three school heads began making love in earnest with Dean Cadance the center of attention.

“Just our psyches, Sparkle!” Sunny Flare shouted as she shoved Indigo down and climbed more fully on top of her to press their breasts and lips together, each Shadowbolt girl still unable to get enough of the other.

“I might care more if you ever showed any regard for mine!” Midnight replied angrily with a fresh boom of lightning as a backdrop. She then silenced her classmates by intensifying the vibration effect with Indigo and Sunny while increasing the pace of the horse’s thrusts into Sugarcoat, causing Applejack to take another involuntary step forward.

Our utterly entranced friend was getting dangerously close to the surface portal, which now featured a few pegasi inspecting it, uncertain what they were seeing. I can only imagine what it looked like to them—a hole in the sky through which they could see… another sky?

“Well, my friends—you’ve all heard the evidence! So again I ask—who wants me to deflower Ms. Fleur?” Midnight asked anew with a smirk.

Every single hand was raised, even among the Principals and Dean.

“Then it’s unanimous! Isn’t democracy grand?” a grinning Midnight asked a gaping Fleur. “It would seem the unwashed masses you so disdained have spoken, Miss De Lis! And who am I to deny their wishes?” Midnight levitated her classmate over to where four eager CHS boys were waiting; their impressive erections already bared. “Ready?”

“No!” There was genuine panic on Fleur’s face despite her evident arousal; she was just as affected as the rest of us despite the airs she was projecting. “But I can’t… I’ve never…”

“Neither have they! But now they’re all naturals,” Midnight said with a nod down to the classmates she’d already punished. “Even the CHS boys are having a good time now. You’re just going to help them enjoy it! And to that end…” she cast a spell that caused the four members of the school’s metalworking club—Ferrous Forge, Arc Welder, Cast Iron and Double Temper—to immediately grow their organs to equine shape and proportions, just like she’d done with the Shadowbolt boys.

“Oh, wow!” Arc Welder called out stroking his length in admiration before the equally interested mares on the other side of the Las Pegasus rift.

“Thanks, Midnight! Wait—does this mean…?” Cast Iron exchanged slightly nervous glances with the other three. “N-not that I wouldn’t mind…” he realized in some shock.

Midnight gave them a reassuring grin, and this time, I didn’t see any mischievous or malicious gleam in them. “Don’t worry, boys—you all were nice to me. So this time, there’s no strings attached!” she promised them. “They’re yours to do with as you see fit, whether with each other or with anyone else, boy or girl! But it wouldn’t be fair to just give you those and not give you someone to break them in with!”

“What? You want me… to be… with them?” Fleur looked both aroused and aghast as she stared down at them.

“That’s right. You said you were waiting for the ‘right guy’, Miss High-and-Mighty? Well, why does it have to be just one? And why not a bunch of CHS shop students? Opposites attract, after all!” She grinned evilly.

“Uh, actually, we call ourselves the ‘Blackbirds’…” Ferrous Forge offered weakly. “Short for ‘Blacksmith Bros”, though we accept girls as well! That’s our school club and our band name!”

“I stand corrected,” Midnight chuckled. “Well then, ‘Blackbirds’… here’s something new for you to forge!” she dangled Fleur over them by the back of her jacket, which rode up along with her blouse to bare her perfectly curved and naval-punctuated midriff.

“You want me to have sex with a bunch of soot-covered shop freaks?” she gaped, though I got the feeling she was affecting airs given how flushed her cheeks were and the tear that was slowly working its way up her skirt.

“Hey!” Pinkie called out before Midnight could answer as her hot pink hands worked downwards Rarity’s body to slip inside her skirt. “I’ll have you know I’m part of that club, too, Fleur de Leech!” Her hair fell briefly flat and an evil gleam appeared in her eyes. “Did you hear what she called us, guys? Drill her good!”

“You got it, Pinkie!” they promised, standing and stroking themselves, eager and ready to receive her. “And remember that we’ve got another club jam session next week to get started on our next project!”

“Oh, don’t worry—I’ll be there!” she promised as she returned her attention to Rarity, who stood up for the first time in many minutes to allow Pinkie to slide her skirt and panties off, stepping free in them to stand in full naked glory for all to see. “Think I’m gonna miss trying to forge an actual Viking battle axe?”

“You know, for a bunch of ‘shop freaks’, they sure sound a lot more useful than you, Fleur. When’s the last time you actually created anything except a big dinner bill?” Midnight asked with a smirk. “Don’t worry, though—I’ll fix that right here. You’re about to become the best lay at either school!”

“B-but…” we could clearly see how wet Fleur was now as the remains of her skirt billowed up. “No! You can’t! Those things will tear me apart!” she protested weakly, pointing with a shaky finger down at them even as her hands made squeezing motions towards them.

Midnight laughed. “Weren’t you paying attention to Sugarcoat or the four Shadowbolt boys? If they can take it all without a problem, then you can too! Like I told the Dean, I don’t want to hurt you, Fleur. After all, the greatest punishment for someone like you isn’t that you’re being made to do it. It’s that you’re made to enjoy it! And worse, enjoying being with those you consider beneath you!” she grinned, showing her teeth as her horn began to gleam brightly, bathing her classmate in a massive dose of pure mating magic.

It took effect quickly; we could all see the sudden wetness between Fleur’s legs as her skirt blew up and the blush on her ivory cheeks went from pink to deep red. “Feel that, Fleur? As those ponies say, it’s time to get tucked!” I had no idea where Twilight had learned that except she’d read their minds.

“N-No…” Despite everything, Fleur still tried to resist even as her honey ran down the sides of her thighs and her erect teats looked ready to burst right through her blouse. “D-don’t let them touch me, you low… class… witch!” she ordered uselessly even as her entire body got hot and her breathing quickened; I swore I could feel the growing heat of her loins all but radiating off her.

The gleam in Midnight’s eyes got stronger as her grin got wider; I’m guessing she was waiting for Fleur’s desires to fully ripen before she spoke again. “Sorry, Fleur, but this time, you don’t get to have things your way! And to make you even more irresistible…” She then hit her classmate with the strongest wanna-haveit-spell as she could muster and bodily tossed her to the four equine-equipped CHS males who quickly caught her and began running their hands all over her, not meanly but reverently.

“There you are, boys! She’s my gift to you! Have fun and make sure she does too!” she instructed them, and enticed by the irresistibly overpowered charm spell and their own overwhelming arousal, they immediately obliged by beginning to tear at her clothes, quickly baring her alabaster body while running their hands over her skin and through her beautiful violet hair in pure worship.

Within seconds they had her blouse, skirt, bra and panties reduced to tatters and were feeling her up from every angle—I have to say, she really did have an angel’s body that overlay her decidedly un-angel heart—while she squealed and whimpered, slowly surrendering.

She resisted increasingly weakly as four pairs of hands stripped her, stallionhoods claimed her and previously unfamiliar sensations assaulted her from all sides while the CHS side applauded and her classmates cheered mockingly.

Within just a few seconds more, she had ceded her exquisite supermodel body fully to the onslaught of groping hands and equine erections, which quickly found and filled her previously unused orifices. They broke through her virgin barrier and sunk themselves almost immediately to the hilt without any effort—Midnight’s magic had once again done its work well.

With some hasty and husky discussion, the Blackbird boys quickly figured out how to arrange themselves so they could all share her at once. Double Temper held her arms away from her body as his pink shaft took her muzzle while Arc Welder’s orange organ claimed her virgin tail and drove herself within her to the hilt.

Reaching around, he pushed her large, already-ample breasts into Cast Iron’s pink shaft as it thrust between them while Ferrous Forge held her slender legs wide and pounded her pink-furred human marehood with his cobalt blue one, going impossibly deep into her along with his friends. He relieved her of both her virginity and any remaining resistance as she quivered, stiffened and then cried out, climaxing with surprising speed.

All thoughts of stopping Midnight now quickly fading from my mind, I was wondering how much of it was due to Midnight’s magic and how much of it was Fleur herself, only then realizing that she’d been depriving herself of such sensual pleasure as much as others. But all that was forgotten as movement to the side caught my eye.

“AJ, stop!” Rainbow Dash called out frantically from her knees. At her voice, I turned to see that Applejack was walking slowly forward now, towards Sugarcoat and her magical equine lover, staring straight ahead at them…

And if she took but two more steps, she’d fall right into the open surface portal over Ponyville.