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There are times in a pony's life everything goes wrong. When your whole life comes crashing down around you. Wilhelm, a not so interesting pony from Manehatten, had just been fired from his job, was forced to move out of his downtown penthouse suite. His marefriend had left him, his friends no longer wanted anything to do with him and his coworkers didn't give him the time of day. He was up shit creek without a paddle!

Where was he going to do? He was done here. The fast paced life, gone. The fancy society parties that he frequented were now nothing more than a distant memory. Perhaps it was time to go 'home'. Perhaps returning from whence he came was the wisest decision. That meant... back to Ponyville.

With a heavy sigh, he locked his apartment for the last time and stepped into the elevator. The tinkle of an old classic tune butchered into a barely tolerable rendition on a keyboard. Wilhelm knew the tune, but the title just escaped his lips. Instead, he thought about the events that had brought him to this point.

How did everything go so wrong?

He knew the answer to that question. It all started one day, about a month ago...

It had been ages since Wil had last went out without his partner. His marefriend was out of town, visiting her best friend. He honestly wouldn't have minded, except the best friend was also an ex-coltfriend. Of course she denied going there to sleep with him, but Wil wasn't sure he was being honest with him anymore. She had been acting so, so strange with him lately that he just didn't know anymore.

A cold shudder ran down his spine, and he turned around to see a familiar face.

"Numbers! Sorry, I didn't see you there," Wil smiled despite the uneasy feeling inside him. "What's up?"

"Nothing." The white, black-spotted unicorn took a seat next to Wil at the bar and faced the bartender, "One Horse's Neck."

The bartender nodded, pulling out a bottle of Bourbon with her wing, and topping it off with some ginger ale. Taking a lemon, she expertly carved the skin off using her wing to hold the lemon while with her hoof she carved it off, turning it into a cork-screw. After filling a highball glass with crushed ice, she place the lemon spiral into with one end at the bottom and the other over the rim, and placed it in front of him.

"Here you go, Mr. Numbers." The mare said, giving him a flirty smile.

If he noticed, he blatantly ignored her and kept steeling sideways glances at Wil, making him feel a tad bit conscious.

Wil liked Numbers. The unicorn had his shit together. He worked at a large multinational at a very senior level, had an apartment on the top floor of one of the most gorgeous buildings on the north side that made Wil's place look like a tiny studio, and the carts... oh, the carts! So many, wonderful carts.

They'd been fast friends since Wil's arrival in Manehattan. They hit it off literally from the get-go. Wil looked up to Numbers. Everything about him was excellent. His life, his style, his... everything. If there was somepony whom he wanted to be like, it was Numbers.

For a long while, Numbers sat there sipping his drink and staring into the distance. Various expressions flashed across the stallions muzzle, some of which made the cold shudder re-run down his spine several times. Something was off about him, and it terrified and, in a strangely way, excited him.

"Numbers... is something wro-"

"Wil, there's something I have to tell you. Something you need to know about me," Numbers interrupted, "I haven't been completely honest with you. I've been... holding something out." Numbers rubbed the back of his head with his hoof, "I'm not entirely sure how I can say this..."

"Just say it." Wilhelm smiled, "How bad could it be?"

Numbers stared at Wil for a long, long time. Wil shuddered as those dark purple eyes to stared deep into him. Desperate to break eye contact, Wil found himself glancing over Numbers' cutie mark. The square root of minus one. The silence continued for even longer and it started to get slightly uncomfortable.

"How'd you get your Cutie Mark?" Wil tried to change the subject.

Numbers moved suddenly and pulled Wil close to him so that their lips were inches apart. Numbers was a lot stronger than Wil thought, he was like a doll within those powerful forelegs.

"Wil, I... I love you, Wil. I've loved you ever since the day I laid eyes on you. I know it's wrong, and I'm not... I don't..." Numbers inhaled, "What I'm saying is, I can't see you anymore. Every time I do, I'm tempted to..." He shook his head, "You're like a drug to me, Wil. A bad addiction. I want you to pack up your things and leave Manehattan."

Wil was shocked. What was going on? Numbers have always been such a mares stallion. He had no idea that...

"I can't just leave, Numbers. My work, my job, my home... everything I have is here!"

Numbers sighed, "I know that. But you can't stay here. This is my city, and you're ruining my life. You need to leave, Wil, and that's why I'm going to ruin you. I'm going to ruin your life, Wil. I'm going to take everything from you. Everything. You won't have a life here anymore. You won't have a life. I can't let you remain here, Wil. As long as you are in Manehattan, you're a liability to me, and I can't have a liability, Wil. Do you understand? You have to go. You have to get out of town. You have to disappear."

Wil eyes opened wide. Emotions flooded through him. Shock. Betrayal. "Why?"

"Don't make me repeat myself, Wil. Can't you understand? I can't love you. I just can't. I've got a mare! But every time I see you, I want to..." Numbers took a deep breath, "You are going to leave the city, and you're not going to resist. This is the only way, Wil. I'm sorry, but it's your own fault for... being you. I'm not gay, and you're just too..." Numbers stood up, polished off his drink and politely paid the bartender, "Goodbye, Wil."

And with that, he left.

"Mother fucker!" Wil shouted, scaring the couple in the lift with him. "Mother..." His voiced died in his throat. He just didn't understand. He understood what had happened, but just couldn't wrap his head around why.

Numbers had said that he loved him. But if he really meant that, then why do this? If he really did love him, then couldn't they just kept themselves the way they were? Whatever. It was too late now. He had nothing because of Numbers, and he wasn't going to forgive that stallion.

Wil whispered to himself, "I'll go back to Ponyville. Get away from here. Go home, start again. Then I'll come back and show you, Numbers."

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he had made up his mind. He would show everypony that they had not seen the last of Wilhelm. Not by a long shot. Each step he took away from the elevator and his building was a step towards a new life, a new goal, a new beginning. He would show them. He would show them all.

He didn't notice the weird looks he got as he started laughing out loud.

The walk to Grand Central had changed Wil's outlook, and he actually found himself looking forward to getting back. A part of him had forgotten just how much he missed it. Everything about Ponyville started to look better and better. The food from the various local restaurants, the gyms he looked forward to attending... everything seemed to look so much better. And especially the delicious mares that lived there. So many wonderful, delicious, sexy, horny mares.

Yummy.

He reached the station and looked up at the giant signboard. Platform three. Leaving in twenty minutes.

Nearly giggling, he took one good look around. The next time he'd return, things would be different. He didn't know when he'd be back, all he knew was that he would be back. He even put on shades and said so to the station attendant in a funny accent.

"I'll be back."

He proceeded towards his train, unbeknownst to him that two pairs of eyes watched him go as he wove his way through the crowd.

"Hi, is this berth fourteen?" A beautiful mare asked poking her head into the private compartment on the train.

Wil had tried to book both bunks in this particular compartment because he didn't want to see anypony else. However, he no long could afford it, and was lucky he had enough bits left to even get a spot on the train. However, looking at this fine piece of flank, he was glad that he didn't reserve both seats and was actually getting rather excited at the prospect of a potential hanky-panky.

"Yes. Yes it is," Wil said, standing up. He gestured to the seat opposite him, "Do you need help with your luggage?"

"Oh, no. Thank you. But I have help. Gentlemen, this is it." She stood aside and allowed two large stallions behind her to place her luggage in the overhead rack. "Oh, thank you boys. That'll be all... for now."

The two did as they were told, flashing Wil filthy looks that made him shudder to the bone. He didn't like the way those two looked at him. It send chills down his spine, and not the good kind either. Still, he thought nothing of it. Numbers had wanted him out of town, nothing more than that. Right? Cold sweat dripped from his head.

"... excuse me?" The voice of the mare sounded from next to him,

Wil jerked his head back and looked at her confused, "What?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I was just curious as to where you were going."

"That's okay. I should be the one to apologize, my mind was on other things..." Wil smiled gently, "I'm headed to a small town called Ponyville. How about you? Where are you headed to?"

"Nowhere in particular." The mare returned his smile, "Just going... somewhere."

Wil nodded in approval, "No plans, just go. Wish I could do something like that. I'm just going home, collect my thoughts. Who knows, might come back here, though I doubt it."

The mare looked at him funnily, "Me too."

It took Wil a moment to absorb the weight of those words. "What?"

"Oh, I doubt you'll be coming back to Mantehattan anytime soon. In fact, I doubt you'll be coming back here at all." The mare's smile was still plastered on her pretty face, but this time it looked something other than friendly. It looked downright sinister.

"Who... who are you?" Wilhelm gulped, the train lurched under him as it started to move. Suddenly loud music blared from the next door compartment.

Before Wil could react, a hoof was pinned against his throat. He couldn't shout! The mare grinned, her eyes glowed green, "Welcome to the herd, Wil. Your friend, Numbers... well, he sold you out. See, since our defeat in Canterlot, we've become what you call 'free agents'. Well, a pony's got to eat... and we changelings need to eat too."

Wil tried to resist, but it was futile. He couldn't breathe.

"Shit." He managed to squeak before his mind gave out.

"Honey? Honey!" A familiar voice sounded panicked. He opened his eyes and turned to see his marefriend sighing in relief, "You were having a bad dream." She held his head in her hooves, "It's okay, you're awake now."

"I... I just had the shittiest dream ever. I dreamt that I lost everything. My apartment, you... everything. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you... I... I'd die without..." Wil took his marefriend's hooves from his head and held them in his, "Don't ever leave me."

"I won't." She purred, "You look tense... let's get that tension out of you."

Slowly she began to grind herself against Wil's thigh, biting her lower lip as she leaned in and pulled his head to her neck. Instinctively he began to lick her her, feeling her body shudder as he slid his tongue over her fur. Then their lips locked in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing into each others' mouths.

She lowered herself body his body, cupping his penis in her hooves, and sliding the tip of it under the sensitive part. He gasped, and peered down at her as she looked up. The look in her eyes, it was so hot and sexy. Then she licked the tip, the sensation cause Wil to close his eyes as he felt his member jerk up expectantly.

The sudden feeling of warmth around the tip caused Wil to shudder in ecstasy. She rolled her tongue around the tip and slowly lowered herself further onto him. He couldn't help himself and raised his hips up out of reflex, pushing it as far into her throat as he could. She took it deeper than ever before, nearly causing him to finish right there.

"I... I love you..." Wil whispered as he gasped for air.

"I know." She replied, looking up at him. Her eyes had a green tint to them.

"You... you're not..."

She suddenly pinned Wil down onto the bed and straddled him, "I'm going to fuck you, Wil. I'm going to slip your cock deep inside me, and I'm going to ride it. I'm going to milk it." She started to grind him, squeezing his penis with her vaginal walls.

Wil moaned. He had never felt anything so wonderful in his entire life! She was the best fucking... fucker! She was the best fucker he had ever fucked! And, by Celestia's engorged clitoris, was she good.

On and on the two of them kept going until, at last, Wil came. He let out a howl of pure ecstasy as his scrotum emptied themselves into her. As he did, he felt his body weaken, his mind grew cloudy, and his bones began to ache.

His 'marefriend' changed. Her body glowed green and suddenly he saw Equestria's Most Wanted mare: Queen Chrysalis.

"I'm very pleased with you," Queen Crysalis looked at the pony under her, "what is your name?"

"W-W-Wilhelm..."

"Well, for servicing me properly, I will let you keep some of your sentience. For now."

"M-m-m-my sentience?" He asked. His eyes drifted down towards his body, and he let out a scream (it was a very girly scream) as he saw his body no longer his body, but that of a changeling. "What have you done to me?" he asked as he began to weep.

"When you gave your love to me, I changed you into one of us." Queen Chrysalis stood up, letting Wil's limp dick flop out of her tight hole, "You're now a changeling. Think of it as a reward for giving me all your love."

"That love wasn't for you!"

"No, maybe at first it wasn't, but now..." She pressed her breasts against his face, a sudden urge roared through his loins and he felt his pony penis poke her pretty pink pussy, lusting for her, wanting her, desiring her in every way, shape and form.

"Fuck," He whispered.

Queen Chrysalis thought that was a wonderful idea, and did just that.

Wilhelm stared out his window at the rolling fields of wheat, the twisting trails of rivers, the quaint villages that popped here and there. It was beautiful. And wonderful. And everything good there was. Ponies, in their nature, were very loving creatures. They loved to play, loved to work, loved to dance, loved to see, but most of all, the loved to love and be loved.

Essentially there was a lot of loving going on.

"Next stop, Ponyville," the ticket conductor announced, "Ponyville, next stop."

Wil got up, and nodded to the beautiful mare opposite him. His new Queen, his ruler, his everything. She saw the adoration in his eyes, and he could see her mouth water at the love he was exuding from every pore on his new body. He knew she wanted him, to consume the love her wanted to give, and he wanted to feed her, to give her every last drop he had within him. Such is the way with changelings.

Getting off at the station, Wil looked around. Nopony was there for him. Not that anypony would be, he was a relatively unknown pony in Ponyvile. Actually, he no longer was a pony. He was now a changeling... in the town with the Elements of Harmony.

"I'm a fuckin' dumbass!" Wil stated aloud.

"Yes. Yes you are." A familiar voice replied.

"Tap?" Wil looked at him, "What are you doing here?"

"As the town's mortician, I sometimes come to the train tracks in hopes that one of you assholes has thrown yourselves across the track. I do love scraping your carcasses off the rails. It makes me feel useful." Tap replied, a sadistic glint in his eye.

"You're a sick pony, you know that?"

"Wil, I'm joking. I came to get you. You sent a letter two days ago saying you'd be on this train. Said that you would like to have someone meet you? As the town's mortician, I rarely have anything else better to do, so I volunteered." The ash gray pony grinned, "How was your trip?"

"Eventful," Wil replied truthfully, feeling his face flush.

"Got laid?"

"Oh yeah. You have no idea..." Wil grinned.

How long had it been since he had eaten? Couldn't have been long, yet Wil's stomach, or what he thought was his stomach (he wasn't sure since he didn't have an anus, not in his original form at least) roared and demanded it be fed. His natural instinct was to find somepony to love and extract all the 'love' he could get, but how? Nopony in Ponyville, except Tap, wanted anything to do with him.

Wil thought about seducing Tap, using his newly acquired powers, but something about that seemed really wrong. And besides, Tap was just too awesome morbid for him. Plus he had this really strange sense of humor and reeked of formaldehyde. No, Wil would sooner die a long and painful death from starvation then tempt Tap for anything more than a friendly conversation.

With that in mind, he thought about all the mares in Ponyville. There were some fine specimins indeed, and then there were his newly acquired arch nemeses, the Elements of Harmony. So much love to acquire... so little time.

Looking into the mirror, Wil couldn't help but grin to himself. He was in a unique position here. He could be himself, his old pony self, and then he could be whomever he wanted.

"Carmie? Is... is that you?" There was an eery silence in the shed, "This isn't funny 'kay? You're freaking me out..."

"I'm over here, Pinkie." A voice called out. There was a slightly cold edge to that voice, not like the usual fearful tone that he had. Pinkie loved that slight twitch in his voice, every time she heard it her heart would skip a beat because she knew that her voice excited him so.

Pinkie headed towards the source of the voice, "There you are! Got your note. Why did you want to meet here? You know how much Fluttershy hates it when we go into her shed."

"Yeah, I know. What's up is that?" Carmine grinned, "Now, Pinkie, I wanted to tell you something..."

"I know you love me, Carmie. Why did you want to meet..."

Carmine placed his lips against hers, "No. No talking. I just want," he pulled her down, smiling strangely, "to do naughty and perverse things to you."

"Um... okay..." Pinkie looked at Carmine suspiciously, "You're acting really weird, you know that?"

Carmine started sweating, "Well, that's because I'm nervous about being in Fluttershy's shed."

"Oh. Okee dokee lokee... let's do it then."

Carmine moaned and groaned as Pinkie bounced on him. When they finished, Pinkie left the tired Carmine where she had found him in the corner of the shed, laughing all the way.

Moments later, as soon as she disappeared, a green hue enveloped Carmine and revealed the newly changed changeling. Wil just grinned, he got a ton of love from the Element. She really did adore Carmine, she had made that abundantly clear. Now he had all that love. All of it, but... it wasn't enough! He needed more! More!

He heard a voice, an angelic, singing voice, and grinned.

Fluttershy...

Fluttershy opened her shed door, wondering why it was unlocked from the outside, and walked in making sure that the door was closed behind her. She then went to a secret wall near the back and pulled it open to reveal all sorts of things hanging neatly on the wall. Dildos, gimp suits, chains, leather harnesses, straps, whips, gags, masks... everything! Fluttershy took one of her toys down and gave and excited squeal.

A bump in the dark made her jump.

"W-w-who's there?" She stuttered, "A-A-Angel bunny?" Her eyes drifted downwards to the object between his legs, "Oh... my..."

Overcome with a wave of lust, she dropped the dildo where she stood and stared at her most wonderful, most incredible pet. His huge wang lay on the floor. Something was not right about this, bunny cocks shouldn't be that big, but she was too horny and too desperate to care. She wanted a good stiff rutting, and common sense be damned! She wanted that log inside her sawmill.

Laying on the floor, she spread her hind legs as far apart as she could and turned around to look back, "Come here, Angel."

Angel aimed his massive bunny missile and ran as fast as he could, ramming his rod right up inside her to the base. She gasped as he hit his mark, making her cum almost instantly. Seeing the dildo by his side, Angel picked it up, licked it, then slipped it into her anus.

Fluttershy went nuts, convulsing and gyrating against one another until they both creamed themselves in ecstasy.

So... much... love... Wil thought, as his bunny eyes had a green haze flash over them. He pulled out, walked over to the front of the shed and pulled it open slightly.

"Bunny... wait... more..." Fluttershy started, but she was still having spasms surge through her loins, and Wil was full. He had two mares who filled him with their love, and he didn't need to hang around anymore. He closed the shed door and vanished into the woods, morphing into his pony form as he did.

"Hello, Carmie!" Pinkie said, skipping along. "That was fun. Thanks."

"What was, Pinkie?" Carmine asked, unsure what she meant.

"Duh! Having sexy times in Fluttershy's shed." Pinkie replied. "It was awesome!"

Carmine looked at her, "Um... Pinkie... I've been -er- working at Rarity's all day. And I wouldn't dare go into Fluttershy's shed."

"But... if you weren't there," Pinkie said, her eyes widening with horror, "then who was shed?"

A knock on her door came loud, and hard.

"Coming!" Rainbow shouted, putting away her leftovers for dinner.

The knock didn't stop.

"I said I was coming!" She shouted again, "For Luna's sake!"

The knock came again, harder than before.

"Look, whoever it is I'm gonna..." She pulled it open to reveal a familiar looking stallion standing there. "Soarin!" She gasped in surprise.

Soarin rushed in, pinning Rainbow to the floor as he positioned himself over her. Her eyes grew wide as she felt something rub against her sex far below, and instantly her juices went to work. Soarin had never been this forceful with her before, and she loved it. She loved this very rough, very forward, very horny Soarin. What in Tartarus was wrong with him? Or rather, what was right with him. Usually he would barely get his tip in before he'd finish, leaving Rainbow to unsatisfied and having to finished herself off with one of Fluttershy's many toys which she'd 'borrow' from her shed (she had plenty, she wouldn't miss one).

This time, however, she couldn't help but cum the moment he pushed his way into her, and then she came again when he pulled her down on his cock, so that his balls rubbed against he anus. Then he pulled her upwards so that their torsos rubbed against one another with his wings and fucked her as hard as he could for as long as he could, which -- compared to Soarin's previous performances -- was abso-fucking-lutely fan-fucking-tastic!

Screaming in delight, Rainbow shuddered as she felt his juices spray her vaginal walls; the sloppy, sticky medley of their love potion seeping out of her, trickling over her grundle and onto her tail.

He slowly pulled himself out, let a few drops dribble onto her belly, turned around, and sped off into the setting sun as she tried to catch her breath.

With her legs shaking, Rainbow walked to her front door and closed it. She had wanted to break it off with Soarin for some time now -- she just wasn't happy not being able to have a stallion make her cum -- but now... now she wasn't sure she wanted to. If Soarin could rut her like that, then there was no way she'd end things.

She heard a knock on her door. She walked over and opened it and saw Soarin! She pulled the door open and smiled at him, "Up for another round?"

"You betcha!" He replied excitedly, and Rainbow turned herself around raising her rump into the air expectantly.

He didn't even get it inside before shooting his load all over her floor.

"Aw, come on, Soarin! Fuck me like you just did a few minutes ago!" Rainbow pleaded, still wiggling her rump for him.

Soarin stood there confused, "I have no idea what you're talking about, Dashie. I just came..." He giggled at his own joke.

"B-b-but... if that wasn't you, Soarin... then who was that?" Rainbow gulped. Did she really want to know?

Yes. Yes she did. Badly. She wanted to know who that stallion was who pounded her silly.

"Heya, AJ" A voice said from behind the orange mare.

"Oh, heaven's to britches, Big Mac, ya scared the bejeebers out of me." Applejack replied, clutching her chest. "Wanna help me move these crates over there?"

"Sure." He walked over to her and watched as she moved a box over, pushing it with her head. She stopped and turned to look at him when he didn't move, "Ya gonna stand there an' watch, or are ya gonna help me?"

Big Mac got behind AJ, and before she knew it, she felt his powerful forelegs around her waist as he pulled her towards him. She was too shocked to think as she felt her own brother's member push against her vagina. The thought of her brother trying to take her was... disgusting... and erotic, in a wrong way, and she felt her juices flowing. She tried to deny them, but she couldn't help it as she felt him push deeper and deeper inside her.

"S-stop it," she whispered, her voice betraying her words, "ya can't do this... yer mah brother."

"For now I'm your lover, AJ." Big Mac whispered into her ear, sending chills down her spine, "For now, just let me have you like this."

She couldn't help herself, and she bent forwards, and moved her tail to the side out of instinct. The taboo of what she was allowing her body to do was too much for her to resist. She wanted it. She hated it, but she wanted it, and she could not resist as she felt her brother plunge his manhood deep into her, and she felt something she knew she shouldn't. She felt affection for him. Un-sibling-like affection. The kind of affection a pony had for another pony when they wanted more than just friendship. She felt love for him. Forbidden love.

And it drove her crazy.

But she didn't see the sadistic grin on her brother's face, or the green glint that flashed across them as she squeezed her insides together in another orgasm. She fell forwards on her face as her brother empties herself into her, shaking himself so that every drop emptied into her.

The last she saw of him was him sauntering out the barn door, his cock dangling inches above the ground.

She awoke hours later and walked towards her home, where she flew into the arms of Granny Smith. Despite what she had done, the overwhelming feeling of guilt burned into her soul and she told spilled everything. All the details without revealing how she really felt about Big Mac ravaging her.

And just as she ended, she heard the familiar lumbering steps of her brother on the porch as he pushed the front door open. He hung up his yoke and turned to see Applejack and Granny glaring at him, and he turned his head to one side, "What's goin' on? Why're you lookin' at meh like that?"

"Ah can't believe you'd do that to yer own sister, Big Macintosh! You oughtta be ashamed of yerself!" Granny cursed.

"What are ya talkin' about?" Big Mac replied, honestly having no idea what she was on about.

"You had...  you did... you know what you did, you big red bastard!" Granny spat out venomously, "You took my granddaughter's innocence in the barn!"

"Ah never did such a thin'!" Big Mac protested.

Applejack narrowed her eyes, "But... you did, Big Mac. You..."

"But ah wuz at Rarity's all day, helpin' her out with... somethin'..." He shouted back, "You can ask Rarity if ya don't believe me."

"You callin' yer sister a liar?"

"Eeyup. Weren't me. That's just sick."

Applejack looked into her brothers eyes feeling just a tad hurt by those words. But being the Element of Honesty, she could see that he wasn't lying, "But... if that wasn't you... then who else could it be?"

Rarity was putting away her reams of cloth and bolts of fabric when she heard her front door tinkle. Looking up at the clock over her studio, she realized that it was very late.

"Funny. I thought I had locked the door to my boutique," She said aloud. Walking downstairs she was surprised to see the stallion standing there inspecting her mannequins. "Fancypants!"

"Oh, hi Rarity. I was just in town and thought I'd stop by for a quick visit." Fancypants smiled, "Hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all. Of course I wouldn't mind, don't be silly. Come in, come in, do take a seat..." Rarity smiled, "Are you going to be in town long?"

"No. I'm actually leaving on the next train. Thought I'd drop by for a quickie." He said, grinning.

"A what?"

"A quickie." He walked over to her and kissed her, pushing his lips into her mouth, "You see, I'm just here for that find white plot of yours."

"Oh, Fancypants! What will Fleur think?" Rarity gasped, "You're a married stallion."

"Forbidden love, Rarity. I can't deny these feelings I have for you. They aren't affection, nor love. I just want to stuff it down your vagina, release myself into your womb, and leave. Impersonal, casual, run-of-the-mill rut'n'go sex. Now, let me get some of that fine flank!"

Rarity eyes just opened wide, and her mouth dropped.

"Oh, good call." Fancypants nodded, and shoved his penis into her mouth.

She was hesitant at first. Fleur De Lis was one of her best friends, and a generous client! Still, she couldn't resist the cock of the stallion that she has secretly had a crush on for so long. This was wrong. Very wrong. She pulled his penis out of her mouth and was about to say something when he leaned forwards and smiled.

"I secretly love you, Rarity. You're going to be my mistress. Our forbidden relationship will keep me awake at night, and our sexcapades will be my inspiration was I nail my wife back at home. You will be saving my relationship with her Rarity. Your generous nature will help us rekindle our passion." Fancypants smiled and touched her face gently, "So, let's just forget that I am a married stallion for now and enjoy our one night."

Unable to resist, she nodded and began to lick his penis. It wasn't long before she turned around and allowed Fancypants to plow her. He didn't take his time. Hard and fast, just the way she liked it. Efficient. She came hard, and felt him spurt inside her.

"Thank you. That was magnificent. Now, if you excuse me, I have a train to catch."

And with that he was off.

Rarity stared at the door for a long moment wondering what had just happened when she remembered something peculiar.

She had seen Fancypants off at Canterlot main station when he left on vacation to Las Pegasus with Fleur two days ago. There was no way he'd be anywhere near Ponyville...

Late. Luna's moon was high in the sky and Twilight sighed as she looked at the book in front of her. She loved to study. Studying was her most favorite past-time, and this time she was reading a naughty book she had found in one of her shelves. She had always strayed away from fiction, but if fiction works included books like this...

"Twilight," a voice gently called to her.

Twilight spun around in surprise to see the Princess herself tapping on her window. "Princess Celestia!" Twilight exclaimed as she stood up and opened it.

"Oh, Twilight, I couldn't wait any longer. I just had to come and see you," Princess Celestia began as she stroked her student's mane, "I just wanted to tell you that I appreciate you more than you could ever know."

Twilight's face beamed with pure joy. She always loved it when Celestia praised her on her hard work and commitment.

"Can I get you anything? Some tea? Coffee?"

"How about a nice warm cup of your vaginal juices and a side of that flank." Celestia replied, a coy smile on her face.

"Oh, sure Princess, just one moment while I..." Twilight froze in her tracks, "Wait..."

As Twilight turned around slowly, she saw Princess Celestia making her way towards her. She was stalking her, like a feline predator, hunting her. Her eyes were narrow with hungry look. Not the kind of hunger one has when looking for nourishment, this kind of hunger one has when looking to satisfy a different kind of urge. An urge that itches far blow.

"I'm thirsty, Twilight," Celestia purred, "aren't you going to give your Princess and mentor what she wants?"

"Princess, I'm sorry, but it sounds almost as if you're..."

He mouth was silences when Celestia pressed her lips against hers, "Since you will not get me what I want, I will just have to take it myself."

Forcing her student down on the bed, she pinned her down with her stronger forelegs above her head and, using her wings, pulled Twilight's hindlegs apart. There was little resistance.

"Princess..." Twilight moaned, her face flushing red.

Celestia lowered herself and began to lick Twilight's tight pussy with her tongue. At once an overwhelming flood of emotion erupted from the little unicorn and Celestia bathed in her affection, sucking every last tasty portion of it. It was delicious, far more delicious than the others. This was pure love, a mix between the love a daughter had for her mother and the love a mare had for another. A forbidden love on a different level.

As Twilight came, the love hit Celestia hard, and she immediately rushed to her window, "I'll be back, Twilight Sparkle."

Then, she was gone.

Twilight lay down there and looked out the window where the Princess had gone and sighed, "Well, that was fun, but that was not the Princess. Now, to find out who the culprit is, and dish out some much needed punishment."

Just before midnight, the Mane Six had gathered inside the library.

"Where's Spike?" Rarity asked.

"Spending the night at Arby's again." Twilight replied.

"Ooh, that lucky pony, getting Spike all to himself. No fair." Rarity groaned.

"Look, we're here to find out who's been going around and having sex with us." Twilight stated, "We need to find out who they are and make them stop."

The girls all relayed their stories to one another, not sparing any details. In the end, none of them gathered any intelligence from it all. They all looked down at the floor and heaved a collective sigh.

Then there came a knock on the door.

"Come in." Twilight called.

Tap stepped inside, "You summoned me?"

"Yes, Tap, I was wondering if you had any idea who's been causing new sexual problems in town." Twilight asked.

"You're asking me?" Tap laughed at the stupidity of that question, "If you really want to know, then ask the master of masters when it comes to that kind of thing."

Before the conversation could continue, there was another knock on the door.

"Come on in!" Twilight shouted.

Wilhelm entered and smiled, "Howdy, girls. Long time no see!"

"Welcome back, Wil. Sorry for calling you so late, but we're making an investigation."

"Oh? On what?"

"Somepony or a group of ponies have been sleeping with us, and we want to know who." Twilight stated.

"Yeah!" Rainbow barked, "And we need to know right now!"

"Oh yes... I would like to know too." Fluttershy said, her pussy getting moist at the thought of another session with 'Angel'.

"This is easily resolved." Tap stated aloud, "I can get this whole thing squared away if you let me."

Twilight nodded, "Okay. I'll leave it to you then."

Grinning, Tap pulled out a ball from his saddlebag and lobbed it towards the fireplace, "Wlah, I choose you!"

The ball hit the black soot and at once two large eyes popped open, "What?" A mouth magically formed out of the blackness. Wlah was upside down so his body was up inside the chimney.

"How the fu-" Twilight began, but was interrupted.

"Who has been screwing all these nice ladies?" Tap asked.

Wlah's eyes turned to face Wil, and he felt his blood grow cold. Ice cold. Liquid nitrogen cold. Really fucking cold.

"He did it. He's a changeling now. Queen Chrysalis fucked him on the train and changed him." Wlah informed the group, "Then he had to eat, so he went around had intercourse with you all because he wanted to eat the love from the Elements of Harmony."

"How in Celestia's mane do you know all that?" Wil gasped as he felt six pairs of eyes bore down onto him.

"Because," Wlah grinned as his body slowly ascended up into the chimney, ".. I've got nothing." And with that his head vanished up the chimney.

"Well, since that's all sorted out, I guess I'll be going... oh!" Tap walked over to Wil and took out a tape measure and started taking measurements by lining the tape across his body.

"What you doing that for?" Wil asked.

Tap grinned, "For your coffin. Have fun."

"So, Wil..." Applejack began, cracking her heels, readying them for the bucking of a lifetime, "Big Mac, huh?"

"Aw. Shit."