"You know this isn't going to work, right?" Gel stood at the entrance to the dungeon. "It's not like I can't just overcome anything that tries to grab me."

"Right." Muffins giggled and levitated something up toward Gel's horn. He saw the magic-blocker and held still as it slid down. The changeling shivered as he felt his consciousness split. Gel hadn't realized how much it was costing him to maintain the nest in the Crystal Empire but, for the first time since that event he was silent and alone in his own head. "How is that?"

Gel surprised himself, leaning forward and kissing the alicorn. "Perfect, actually." He looked down and started examining himself. Previously, when he was robbed of magic, it was always at the tender mercies of the parasprites, and they didn't allow for critical self-examination.

"Hay! No muscling in on my mare!" Rainbow Dash was mostly being good natured about the jab. "Well, not unless you are invited." The last was added with a little grin.

"So who are you going to go through with?" Lyra admired the stallion, she wasn't really into his usual game, but the big changeling now had a much bigger sense of… accessibility.

"I think I am good to go solo." Gel stood a little straighter, his solid body making sure he was well aware there were four very kinky mares to choose from, but he also knew that picking any one of them would probably just sour things. "This time. Next… well, we might need to make it a contest."

Rainbow Dash laughed and pressed her hooves down on the lever, opening the entrance and letting Muffins give the changeling a firm shove to get him into the dungeon. Gel 'eeped' a little and stumbled in. He knew Lyra and Sweetie had been working on this end and was suddenly less than sure about himself.

The four mares bolted for the observation room, laughing as they saw the uncertainty on the formerly brave stallion. "Come on, step on the new trigger, come on…" Sweetie's eyes were glued at the spot just in front of where the normal trigger used to be, it was placed perfectly so that anypony who knew about the other one would step on it.

Gel felt the click under his hoof as a plate pushed down. "Oh crud." But… nothing happened. He held still and looked around. "Must be a release-trigger." Stepping off he dove forwards, narrowly missing the sprayed jets that hosed down just behind where he had walked.

"Oh! Bonny, your trap missed!" Lyra was patting her mate on the back in commiseration. "I am sure the lust-pollen would have made him enjoy the rest of the place more, too."

Then the second plate was pressed and the second set of nozzles unloaded right on the changeling. "My traps don't miss." Sweetie lifted a hoof and blew imaginary dust from the frog.

Gel was soaked. The odd-smelling stuff a little sticky, he lifted a hoof to examine it and felt an odd ache pass through him. A glance under his belly revealed he was already flying at half mast. "What was that stuff? I didn't think we had anything like that."

Taking a few steps forward, the changeling felt his hefty and hard shaft swaying under him, images of Twilight and the four mares who helped him with this place flickered in his mind. Gel found himself wondering just how they would feel under him. Twilight he knew and could well imagine, her soft body clenched tight around him, sucking on his length as he claimed her.

"Is he dry-humping?" Muffins couldn't hold back the giggle in her throat. "Now I wish somepony had gone in with him." She kissed her special somepony.

Rainbow Dash was a little hypnotized, the big stallion looked completely lost in a daydream. "Who do you suppose he is thinking of?" She blushed a little.

Three voices replied at once. "Twilight."

The haze of pleasure held Gel tight in its grip for a while, he wasn't even sure how long. "I need… oh damn I need to cool down." A row of doors was in front of him and he was a little worried. There were normally two; one could be opened by a unicorn, one not. Reaching for the first, he felt the tingle of energy before his hoof touched the door, definitely magically blocked.

The next door was neither locked nor even properly latched and it swung open at the slightest touch. Gel grinned and trotted in only to have the floor open up under him.

"Gotcha!" Rainbow Dash smiled smugly. "That was the pegasus door!"

He didn't slide far, and soon Gel was dumped into room that had a door at the other end of it but it was what sat in the middle of the room that worried him. Gazing up at the stallion, a cute little green canine watched him with bright eyes. "Hi!"

"Uh, hello. Look, I am going to be honest. I am a stallion so there isn't really anything I can-" Gel tried to be nice but the little pup stood up and took a step toward him.

"I don't care, I bet you have nice milk." The little puppy was walking closer and Gel saw the danger sign of what was to come. A purple flower bloomed on its back.

"No I-" He got no further, the pup pouncing at him and catching his nose with the flower. The stem broke loose and Gel felt the petals grip tightly to his snout. He fought for breath, he tried not to inhale but it was a losing battle. With a gasp he drew in a lungful of air and felt every muscle in his body relax.

"Good girl, just lay down and let me have some milk. I will even take my flower off you once I am full." The plant-wolf stepped back a few steps, grinning as the big stallion slowly folded his legs and slumped down to lay on the floor.

Gel stared at the wolf, his brain screaming for him to get back up and run but instead his muscles were all relaxing and going limp. He lay back on his side and stared straight ahead. The feel of the little wolf nuzzling in under his leg was not a surprise, nor was the nip of the sharp little hollow thorns in its mouth. A heat bloomed between the changeling stallion's back legs. Gel gave a soft moan of pleasure as his body was sent into a most un-stallion-like situation of having just the right flood of hormones for the dormant udder between his legs to start to fill.

"Sweet Celestia that is hot…" Rainbow Dash had her eyes glued to the scrying pool, one hoof straying down and behind her. She heard a moan and looked up to see Sweetie Drops was in a similar state. They shared a knowing look and turned their eyes back to the dark stallion as the little puppy snuggled in and started to drink.

Managing to shift his leg back a little to help the nursing creature, Gel panted softly, inhaling more drugged air, his cares and needs fading in the light of how nice it was to be nursed from. With a giggle that any half-drunk pony would know well, he gave a little 'moo'.

Cherry was hunched over her desk, papers scattered around; She had one of the handy little devices created by a local unicorn to help with counting and was using it to balance the books before her. The sound of the doorbell stole her attention and she looked up and smiled at Prince Blueblood. "My prince, how may we be of service?"

Blueblood felt most of the tension leave him, Cherry knew his secrets, knew them likely as well as Mistress Sliv. Just thinking about her had his hoof stray up to his neck, the collar didn't rub, it was just tight enough he could always feel it. "Good evening, miss Stripe." He stepped forward and gave her a little bow. "Is Mistress Sliv in?"

Sliver, of course. "She is not, sadly." Cherry saw the stallion's features drop and she moved without thinking. Rounding her desk she reached up and gave Prince Blueblood, who was the biggest nonce in Canterlot, a hug. "She will be back shortly, however."

"She will and is." Sliver entered the establishment and flared her eyes at the sight before her. "My boss playing with my pet? Well, I can't say I am upset." It was a gentle ribbing, she knew full well that Cherry didn't do that kind of work here.

Cherry, predictably, blushed and let go of the stallion. "I was just keeping him warm for you." She stuck her tongue out at Sliver and the pair of them giggled at their play. She knew well, however, that she mustn't play games in front of customers. "Your usual room is not free, however. B five is yours tonight."

Sliver smiled widely, of course their normal room was free, but she wanted her pet in the special basement tonight. "Well, I am sure we can make do with that. Come, Blue."

Blueblood blushed hotly. Much as he was comfortable around Cherry Stripe, Mistress Sliv only usually called him that in private. It was deliciously subjugating to have it used in a more open setting. "Yes, Mistress Sliv."

Watching the big royal stallion trot off after the little changeling mare, Cherry couldn't stop a smile. Everypony had something that they needed to unwind, she was happy to be able to get that for ponies.

Sliver guided Blueblood down the stairs instead of up, leading him into the basement. The special basement. Changeling eyes glowed in the pitch dark. The mare able to see reasonably well but she knew her pet could not see at all. "Are you comfortable in the dark, pet?"

"Mistress Sliv, I am always comfortable near you." Blueblood relaxed into his role, even the dark and the fear of it he had mired in when a colt melted in the presence of the changeling. He lifted his trench-coat off, lifted free all his clothing bar the collar.

"Good boy, Blue. Follow my voice, you will find something most delightful." Sliver watched as the big white prince stepped carefully, his belly soon brushing the top of the A-frame. "More now, you need to stand over the top of this."

Blueblood was intrigued, but he followed her order, moving and feeling his belly press against firm wood. The glow of green magic in the dark shone like a torch, but illuminated little. He felt his shaft gripped, pulled backwards. Straps made of strong rubber wrapped around each of his fetlocks. They tightened and soon had him pinned in place, belly tight against the wood.

"No magic now, pet." The words Sliver gave the stallion would be a command he wouldn't break, she knew. She made sure she had him strapped down to the frame and then found the last straps, the ones that bound his shaft so that it pointed down the back of the device. One strap. Two straps. By the time Sliver fastened the third the stallion was rock hard in the grip of the rubber. "Good boy." She cooed softly as her magic reached for the crank and she started to wind.

The frame lifted Blueblood up, lifting his hooves clear of the floor and forcing all his weight onto the frame. At the same time a little loop of black metal floated toward the blind pony, but he certainly felt the magic-blocker slide down his horn. "Mistress?"

The uncertainty in the pony's voice touched the changeling and she lit her horn, standing right in front of him. "Shhh, my pet. Your mistress is helping you. This is your first time in this toy and I don't want you hurting yourself when you get excited."

Blueblood opened his mouth to ask a question but the words seemed to evaporate when the bit pushed into his mouth. He felt as a bridle, not the decorative type mares sometimes wore, was pulled over his head, restraining the metal in his mouth.

"Now, lets see what we can get inside you." Sliver walked around the pony, trailing her magic over him so Blueblood could feel her presence still. The love in the stallion's heart was more than enough to fuel such power. Selecting a long, thin metal rod with a bulb on the end, the stallion's mistress pressed the bulb to the tip of his shaft, rubbing it gently before pressing the thickened bulb directly to his urethra.

Blind eyes widened as Blueblood felt the sound press against a very vulnerable area and then, as he moaned loudly, start to push inwards. It didn't hurt, it was just very filling in a place that should not be filled. He felt played with on a level he never had before and it only made his mind sink more into bliss as Mistress Sliv worked that toy deeper and deeper into him.

Working the sound like a depth gauge, Sliver felt the waves of pleasure flood from her pet. The fact that she could do these delightfully perverse things to him and that he would embrace them simply because it was her doing them? It tickled parts of her that really liked being tickled. She pushed the sound deeper, feeling with her magic as the bulb finally reached the base of his shaft. "How are you doing, pet?"

Blueblood couldn't reply, not only was his mouth obstructed with the bit of the bridle, but the part of him that normally handled eloquence was gone, not home, out to lunch. All he could do was moan as he felt the changeling let go of the sound and start to slowly massage his balls.

Sliver examined the hefty orbs as she played with them. She felt the tightness, the size. She mused on training her pet to mount properly, briefly. But first, she would teach him she was in more control than even he suspected. "Pet? Would you like release? Would you like me to bring you?"

Nodding, the stallion ached for more, no matter how strange the things the mare was doing to him were, Blueblood wanted more.

"Good boy, Blue." Sliver started to stroke the exposed stallionhood, working it in her magic's grip. She milked at his shaft and emotions both, using the latter to judge just as her own little prince was right at the edge. Leaving off her ministrations, she gripped the end of the sound and started to work it up and down.

Blueblood's eyes were wide and watering, his body burned with the need for release and, with that damned little toy moving inside his shaft he came. His eyes rolled back and a silly look passed over his face. But something was wrong. There was something blocking him and even as he bucked and tried to drive the sound free so he could explode properly, he felt the pleasure start to ebb back. It was delightful. It was terrible. It was perfect.

"That was one, Blue. You have booked me for the whole night, so I think we can definitely get through a few more." Sliver began to work the toy inside him again, Blueblood smiling around the bridle on his head, giving a soft moan.

Author's Note

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