The sun beat down over the sleepy village of Ponyville. The oppressive heat seemed to have sucked the life out of the place, leaving the inhabitants listless, lying out in the sunshine. A scant few stalls occupied the town square, the ponies running them sheltering under the tent fabric, and arranging the sides to encourage the feeble breeze. The looming edifice of Princess Twilight's castle shimmered through the haze.

At least one pony was not dressed for the heat.

A vaguely female figure crept towards the entrance of the castle, darting between scraps of shade. Wrapped in an all-encompassing black coat, with a hat pulled low, not a hint of skin could be seen, even if there had been anypony to see it. She looked like the dictionary definition of suspicious, come to life, and any pony in their right mind would stop her on sight. But then, everypony knew Princess Twilight didn't have guards.

The front gate opened, and closed again.

Corridors and passages unwound under hurried, furtive footsteps. The place was enormous, and practically empty. But if there was something else everypony knew, it was that Princess Twilight - when she wasn't busy saving Equestria - would be found in the library. On this occasion, everypony happened to be right; the unmistakable sound of Twilight's voice floated out from between the library's half-parted doors, exclaiming excitedly to herself about some obscure trivia she'd unearthed.

Perfect. The figure paused, and carefully took a scrap of paper from a deep pocket. It lay quiescent on the figure's gloved palm, an intricate cut-out of a mare's silhouette - arms, legs, head, mane and tail, the entire thing no taller than the length of a finger. A soft puff of breath lifted it into the air, and it floated between the doors, drifting into the room. For a moment, it simply slid towards the floor, but then, a small ripple ran through the paper. It floated upwards, the paper figure standing upright, and slowly, steadily, began to drift towards the sound of Twilight's voice.

The cloaked figure balled her fists, raising one to an unseen mouth as the paper doll moved out of sight. Any second now...

A door banged open, further down the corridor. "Hey, Twilight! I found the scroll you were looking for- hey! Who are you?"

The figure jerked around, taking in the diminutive shape of Spike, before hurriedly glancing back into the library. Hesitating a fraction longer, she almost let Spike catch hold of her coat hem, before she broke and fled. She clattered down the stairs, the front door banging open with a shove of a gloved hand, and pelted out of the front door into the freshening breeze. Leaving the door standing open, she ran, panting and gasping, until she disappeared from sight among Ponyville's sleepy houses.

Spike was left standing in the open doorway, gaping after her. A moment later, the tall figure of Twilight joined him, the violet alicorn wearing a loose white blouse tucked neatly into a violet skirt. She followed his gaze, a puzzled frown on her face. "Spike? What happened?"

"Twilight! Are you okay?" Spike looked up at her, pointing in the direction the mysterious pony had fled. "There was somepony in the castle, they looked really sinister. But they ran when they saw me! I think they were afraid of what I might do." He swelled with pride, smiling up at Twilight as she patted him on the head.

"I'm fine, Spike. Well done. We'd better check the castle, but it didn't seem like they had time to do anything. I'm sure that everything will be okay."

Above, in the empty library, the paper doll tumbled end over end in the chaotic air currents created by Twilight's hasty departure. It drifted too close to an open window, and the breeze snatched at it with greedy fingers, bearing it away.

Applejack was the hardest-working pony in Ponyville, and everypony knew it. The proof of it lay all around her, in row after row of apple trees laden with the reddest, roundest, most perfect fruit that could be found for miles in any direction. Still, even she needed a nap in the sunlight sometimes.

The orange-skinned woman lay in the shade under the spreading boughs of a particularly fine tree, snoring quietly. She wore cut-off jean shorts that bared her muscled thighs, and her medium-sized chest was covered by a green checked shirt of sturdy fabric, slightly marked by dirt and earth. Stout boots rested against the rise of a large tree root, and her ever-present hat lay tilted down over her eyes. The breeze ruffled the ends of her long blonde mane and tail, each bound by crimson bands.

Tumbling in the breeze, the stiff paper figure swept past tree after tree, briefly snagging on a bush and flapping there before it was tugged free again. It seemed aimless now, simply a scrap of parchment on the fitful wind. As it was blown towards Applejack, however, a renewed sense of purpose visibly came over it.

It drifted towards her, riding out each contrary swirl of air currents, moving low to the ground. A feeble gust tugged at it, almost pulling it past her, but it sank still lower, brushing the grass as it came. The paper figure bent almost flat to the wind, inching forward across the grass, skirting the great, gnarled shapes of the roots. It was merely a few feet away. Then two. One.

Contact. The paper doll rested against the base of one muddy boot for a moment, then rose into the air once more, sliding up Applejack's thighs. She stirred as the edge of it tickled her skin, then settled again as it reached her shirt. Her lips parted, as she snored once more.

The paper doll paused before her lips, then in a motion hard to follow, folded itself smaller. It ducked its head, and stepped into her mouth, disappearing from sight.

After a moment, Applejack swallowed. Her breath caught for a moment, then steadied out again. She slept on.

Now, shadows stretched across the orchard, the late afternoon light colouring everything in warm golds. Applejack stirred, then groaned and sat up. Pushing back her hat, she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Hoo-ee. I sure did sleep longer than I meant to. Jest as well I finished up early." Shoving herself up onto her feet, she stretched, rolling her broad shoulders. "Still, reckon I can get away with a bit of extra sleep. Sure made me feel-"

Good.

"-good. A whole lot better."

Hot.

Applejack wiped her forearm across her brow, shaking her head. "Sure did get hot today. Best I get on home."

Setting off without a second glance, she forged her way through the endless rows of apple trees, absently checking each one for signs of damage as she went. Now and then she tugged at her shirt, and wiped her brow again. It was hot.

"Ah'm home, folks!" she called as she entered the cool shade of the farmhouse.

"Food's on, big sis! Come'n help out!" Applebloom called back.

Smiling fondly to herself, Applejack knocked the mud off her boots against the door frame, then headed inside. Surrounded by her family, she laughed and chatted, lending herself unreservedly to helping out. Still, as she sat down to eat, she felt a prickle of discomfort.

Strip.

She squirmed. Her clothes felt stifling, clinging to her damp, sweat-slicked skin. No matter how often she tugged her collar wider, the feeling of being smothered didn't get any more bearable, and time and again, she found herself fanning herself with her hat. Eventually, Applebloom remarked, "You got some ants in your pants there, Applejack?"

Applejack shook her head. "Jest feeling a mite hot today, that's all. Got a bit of soil under here somewhere too, I reckon. Ah'm going to go wash off, alright?"

Putting aside her plate, she waved loosely, and left the kitchen. Heading upstairs, she made her way down the creaking passage to the broad bathroom, with its huge, ancient claw-foot tub. A more modern addition was the slightly battered showerhead sticking out of the wall, a pipe leading up towards the tank above.

Out of sight of her family, she could hardly undress fast enough. Starting with her feet, Applejack worked off her boots, tugging off her thick socks and wrinkling her nose. "Phew. Those are going to need a real wash out." Wriggling her toes against the rug, she undid her shirt buttons one by one, tugging it wider and wider until it slid off her broad shoulders to the ground. Standing in her jean shorts and a plain, stout bra, she fanned herself slightly with her hat.

"Oh, heck, that does feel better," she muttered to herself as she reached back and unfastened the hooks of her bra. Without ceremony, she shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor. Her orange breasts were average-sized, coated with darker freckles and tipped with small, neat nipples. Bending forward, she unfastened her shorts, and pushed them down her legs together with her simple underwear. Scratching a hand absently through the delicate blonde curls coating her pussy, she-

Relief.

-sighed in relief. "Yeah, that's it. Jest need a nice wash, and some clean clothes."

Stepping into the bathtub, Applejack tugged the red bands out of her mane and tail, shaking the twin falls of blonde hair loose, then twisted the taps. Warm water, heated by the sun, cascaded over her. Closing her eyes, she stood still for a moment, letting the water pour over her like a warm, cleansing rain. The pleasant heat sank into her body, soothing the aches in her muscles, and she lazily rubbed her hands up and down her arms and over her shoulders. Scooping up a hard bar of soap, she rinsed it under the showerhead, and began rubbing it briskly over her body.

She pleasantly lost herself in the simple, soothing work of cleansing herself, building up a lather of foaming suds as she soaped her glistening breasts. There would be another rodeo before too much longer, and she was going to have to think of a new set of tricks to put on. Darned if she wasn't going to win the lasso content again. Maybe if she-

Horny.

-if she did well, maybe she could reward herself with a little roll in the hay, this year. There sure had been more than one stallion giving her a real appreciative look the last time, and maybe it wouldn't hurt to see if any of them were capable of impressing her. Sure, she didn't usually go for one-time things, but it wasn't like she hadn't taken a stallion or two for a ride before. Always too busy for that sort of distraction, that was the trouble.

Horny.

Applejack's eyes half closed, rubbing the soap over her breasts more firmly. Her nipples had grown rigid, poking through the foam of tiny bubbles. It really had been too long. She ought to finish her shower before the warm water ran out, and go think about that for a while. With an effort of will, she shifted her hands down to briskly soap her stomach and thighs.

Caress.

Almost without her conscious intervention, Applejack found herself guiding the bar of soap up and down her pussy, pressing firmly against herself. A low, soft groan escaped her. "Ooohf. Maybe I can distract m'self a little..." she muttered. Sliding the soap back up her body, one hand began to gently tease up and down her blonde-furred slit, while the other caught the bar of soap between her breasts and squeezed them together around it.

Want to fuck.

"Mmmhm," Applejack hummed to herself. She tilted her head back, sodden hair draped down her back and brushing against her limp, dripping tail. "That feels good." Counting on the sound of cascading water to cover her low groans, Applejack worked her fingers more firmly up and down her pussy. The rodeo was full of fit, athletic stallions, and now she was lingering on the memories, more and more of them seemed just fit to pounce on. Fit, smart ponies, athletic and practised at their craft. Ponies she could respect. She could show them just how much she respected their hard work. All those firm muscles, all those nice, hard-

Nice, soft tits.

-nice, soft tits, and ripe nipples, just begging to be kissed and sucked.

Applejacks's hands paused, a puzzled frown crossing her face at the sudden, intrusive thought. Where had that come from? She wasn't into mares; never had been.

Horny.

A fresh tingle in her body urged her fingers to begin moving again, sliding up and down her pussy. She pressed a knuckle against her clit, rubbing firmly, and tilted her head back with a groan, letting the hot water cascade over her bare breasts. There had been that one stallion she'd watched in the wrestling ring, tall and broad. Oh, yeah, he'd be a heck of a ride. She could just picture him standing, watching the ring. She'd walk up, greet him, he'd turn around -

Perfect, round tits.

-she'd turn around, and reveal an unbuttoned shirt, big, fawn-coloured tits on full display. Wouldn't even have to say anything, just reach out and take handfuls of them, squeezing and kneading.

Applejack groaned, both with pleasure, and in confused protest. That was enough of that. She was supposed to be thinking about stallions, not-

Cunts.

-glistening cunts, and heaving tits, nude mares parading before her mind's eye, just urging her to pick one out.

Lick.

Oh, damn. She pressed one fist against her lips as she played with herself more roughly, unable to drive away the image of sinking down between the massive, fawn-coloured mare's legs and urgently licking up and down her cunt. Imagined tanginess tingled on her tongue. She panted roughly, quicker and quicker, as her fingers pried against her slick folds.

"Oh, mah stars," she breathed aloud, losing the will to fight the intrusive images of female pleasure. If this kept up, she was going to-

Without ceremony, the hot water ran out, and the showerhead ran cold. Icy water poured over her body.

"Yahh! Ahh, goshdarnit, cut that out!" Applejack yelped, shocked out of her reverie. Hastily twisting the taps shut, the flow of freezing water stopped, leaving her standing nude and cold. Goosebumps covered her body, her nipples uncomfortably stiff for very different reasons than a moment before. Shaking her head, Applejack glanced down her body, then stepped out to begin towelling herself off.

What had all that been about? Sure, there were plenty of mares that fancied mares over stallions, and a bunch more that were happy with either, but she'd always thought of herself as a stallion gal. Just couldn't seem to get the idea out of her head, today.

Bed.

Maybe an early night would help clear her head a bit. Applejack rubbed herself down briskly with the old, worn towels, wrapping one around her mane, and another around her limp tail. Gathering up her clothes, she wondered whether to dress half-way before risking the hallway.

Nude.

Nah, that'd be too much effort, and these clothes weren't clean, anyway. She crept over to the door, unlatched it, and peered around the edge. No pony in sight. Pushing the door open wider, she made a break for her room, bare feet slapping on the floorboards, and shut the door behind her.

One of these days, somepony was going to catch her doing that. Needed to bring more towels next time. She flopped sideways across her bed, a massive old thing made of dark oak that had been in the family for generations. It didn't leave a whole lot of floor space, but it was comfy. Rolling onto her side, Applejack settled down, gazing out of the small window at the darkening sky. Plenty of work to do tomorrow, but everything was going just fine. There was that race in the morning, too. That'd be a fine way to blow off some steam. Let's see, now. Things she needed to do. There was that one tree down in the west orchard with a cracked branch, that needed looking at, and...

Slowly, without really noticing it, Applejack sank into sleep.

Midnight blue shadows filled the room, giving only hints of her wardrobe, of the aged bulk of the chest of drawers. The house was filled with a deep hush, a silence that was so profound that it was a sound of its own. It was deep in the night, an hour long after sunset and long before sunrise, a distant outpost of time from the familiar territory of day.

Applejack's eyes flickered, then slowly opened.

Something felt strange.

It seemed she'd been rolling around in her sleep; the towels were dislodged from her body, and she lay naked on her back, atop the covers. Her hand smoothed absently across the quilt, enjoying the softness. There was something wrong, somewhere, and she couldn't put her finger on it. Turning her gaze to the star-flecked sky through the small window, she listened to the silence. Had she heard something moving outside, maybe? Shifting her weight, she pushed herself up into a sitting position. Her tits shifted with unfamiliar heaviness.

"What in tarnation?" she demanded loudly, her hands flying to cup her chest. They stood out from her body, overflowing her hands as she reflexively squeezed. Her freckled breasts had swelled at least a cup size, probably two. Dropping her voice, she hissed, "What in the blue blazes is all this? This is-"

Wonderful.

"-wonderful," she finished in a different tone. A second later, she shook her head sharply. "What? No! This is downright weird, something real wrong's going on here." She looked down at herself in the wan starlight. No pony changed shape overnight, not like this. For crying out loud, just look at them, all-

Perfect.

-perfectly shaped, round and full. She needed a mirror, to admire - no! To see how bad it was. Pushing herself off the bed, she found the matchbox by feel, and struck one. A brief flare of yellow light filled the room, then settled down to a steadier glow as she lit her small lamp. Tugging open her wardrobe to get at the full-length mirror on the back of the door, she took in the full splendour of her naked body.

"Oh, for goshsakes, what am I going t'do about this?" Applejack protested, hands rising to cup her unnaturally enhanced breasts once more. How was she going to get her work done hoisting these things around? How had this happened?

Calm.

The tension in her body trickled away, as though a plug had been pulled. Her stiff shoulder relaxed, leaving her standing before the mirror, breasts filling her hands, with a faintly puzzled frown on her face. Was she overreacting?

Sensitive. Tingling.

Her eyes closed as she squeezed them again, shuddering. They felt so good under her hands. She'd always enjoyed touching herself, but it had never felt quite like this.

Suck.

A sudden, irresistible craving gripped her. Almost without her conscious direction, her grip shifted, lifting one breast up as high as she could. Her lips grazed the stiff, jutting nipple, sending an electric shock racing through her. A low whine escaped her lips. She began to suck eagerly, flicking the firm nub with her tongue, prompting more muffled whimpers of pleasure. Finally, with an effort of will, she lifted her head and determinedly moved her hands to her sides.

No. This wasn't like her. All this definitely wasn't her. Something was doing this to her; something not natural, something magical. She had to go to Twilight for help, before it got any worse.

Not yet.

In the morning. She couldn't go waking Twilight from her bed about this. She hesitated, frowning again. No, that was... wrong. If something was altering her body, Twilight wouldn't mind being woken up. Right. She'd just dress, and sprint on over there, and-

Wrong.

-and tell her what? Tell Twilight that her boobs had grown overnight, and she couldn't stop playing with them? That was crazy. Twilight would think she'd gone crazy. It was way too embarrassing, humiliating even. What would Twilight think of her? No, she could handle this on her own. She just had to get a grip on herself.

"Oh, goshdarnit..." she breathed in the quiet of her room as she realised that she was stroking her palms over the warm curves of her breasts again. Her pussy glistened in the lamplight, betraying the arousal she couldn't resist or hide.

Can't resist.

A warm surge of pleasure flooded her body, rewarding the thought. "No. No, Ah... really... have to stop," Applejack groaned huskily, pinching her nipples between her fingers. A shudder ran through her from tip to tail, prickles chasing themselves over her skin.

Perfect tits.

Applejack couldn't look away from the sight of her new breasts in the mirror, smooth, spattered by darker freckles, utterly perfect. She watched her hands move over them, squeezing and pinching, with a rapt fascination she'd never felt before.

"Dang, I am so darn hot..." she whispered. Her thoughts felt as though they were becoming buried in molasses, hot and sluggish, lagging behind the urgent movements of her hands. Every moment that passed made it harder to think straight, to think about anything other than the animal feelings of pleasure. She had to pull herself together! This was more than just changes to her body. More than how sensitive she felt, how good every touch of her hands was. This felt too purposeful to be an accident. Something was doing this to her.

Yes.

Applejack's hands jerked away from her body as complete certainty crystallised within her. Something was changing her, deliberately. She had to do something! She took a step away from the mirror. She had to-

Keep watching.

-keep watching herself, in case anything else changed. She twisted around, looking over her shoulder and gathered up the fall of her blonde tail. Was her ass bigger? She wasn't sure. Her body was throbbing with need, and the urge to touch herself was growing harder to resist every moment. She pressed her knuckles against her forehead, trying to think through the hot, heavy weight that had descended on her mind.

Caress.

A spike of craving pinned Applejack to the spot, as imperious as a demand. "No, Ah won't do it," she groaned aloud, shaking her head sluggishly. Her eyes flicked to the door, before returning to the mirror. Hadn't she been about to leave? How could she leave and watch herself at the same time? That... made no sense. "Oh, Celestia," Applejack whimpered, digging her nails into her palms as she stared at the reflection of her own aching nipples. "Ah can't let this happen. Ah have to-"

Give in.

"-give in to the pleasure." Her fists tightened further, held rigidly still. "No, dangit!"

Horny.

She was so dang turned on. She'd never been this aroused in her whole life. Maybe - maybe if she tied herself down so she couldn't move, that'd get her through to morning.

Helpless.

A fresh wash of pleasure almost knocked her off her feet. Before she could stop herself, her hand was frantically rubbing up and down her cunt, her hips jerking. "Fuck," she groaned huskily. "Helpless. Tied up. Oh, heck, it'd feel so good to just-"

Surrender.

"-surrender. Be helpless." She gazed into the reflection of her own eyes, glazed with lust, and as her other hand moved back to roughly play with her tits, she couldn't find the willpower left to fight it. She needed to be fucked more than she could have ever imagined.

Tits. Cunts.

A flood of images poured into her mind, naked mares kissing, licking, thrusting toys into each other, fucking, fucking. "No, Ah - Ah don't like mares..." she protested weakly, doubting herself even as she said the words, not sure who she was protesting to.

Glistening.

"Glistening... pretty, lickable... cunts..." Applejack's finger pushed into her dripping pussy, curling within her. Every time she tried to shift the images to hard stallion bodies, the thought just melted away. Dazed, swaying on the spot as her hips bucked against her hand, she knew she was losing control. It was getting harder and harder to fight it, or to even care.

Want.

A deep, sincere moan of pleasure filled the quiet, lamp-lit room. "Yeah... Ah want to fuck mares... want to suck their tits, and lick their cunts, and grind my pussy on them, oh, oh fuck, oh, fuck..." Pulsing waves of heat washed through her, each with the pounding intensity of the instant before orgasm. She barely knew where she was anymore, or how she'd got there. Something was, was changing her, altering her desires. She could feel an intent, something that wanted her to crave only soft, female bodies-

Accept.

-and it had worked. She knew it like she knew her own name. She needed to fuck a mare, any mare, so badly she could barely think. Swaying precariously, she groaned, "Why are you doing this t'me..."

Recite.

Words slid into her mind. She knew that if she said them, she'd be rewarded. She didn't know how she knew it, or where they'd come from, it was just a fact. Her faltering resistance shored itself up again at this fresh demand, bolstered by stubbornness ingrained down to the very bone. "Ah won't say it," she panted, as a second finger slid into her cunt. "Ah won't!"

Pleasure. Recite.

A strangled squeal escaped Applejack's lips, her cunt squeezing her fingers as every muscle in her body contracted. For a moment she thought she'd been driven over the edge of orgasm, but the mind-melting sensation went on and on without stopping. Her wobbling legs gave out, and she crashed to her knees before the mirror, still frantically fingering herself and twisting her nipples.

Recite.

"Ah'm a hot lesbian slut!" she blurted as her resistance collapsed. "Ah'm a horny lesbian bitch!" The instant the words left her lips, a throbbing, hot sensation gathered in her chest, different from the ecstatic pleasure that was breaking her mind. Before her eyes, her breasts began to slowly swell once more, gathering weight and heft as some unknown power rewrote her body. Last morning, she had been distinctly average. She'd woken up with breasts that could put Rarity to shame, and now, she watched her massive tits grow to a magnitude that beat even Fluttershy's mammoth rack. She couldn't take her eyes off them, infatuated by the sight.

Love.

"Ah love mah body. Ah love my new titties. Ah love what Ah'm being turned into," she panted raggedly. Her lips were parted, her nude body coated in sweat, breasts heaving. Over the sound of her short, shallow breaths, she could hear the wet sounds of her fingers thrusting in and out of her dripping pussy, and it only turned her on more. For Celestia's sake, why couldn't she cum? "Please!" she moaned desperately. "Ah can't take this!"

Submit.

A fresh demand poured into her, smothering her crumbling, broken resistance. Whatever was remaking her, she would submit to it. "I don't... Ah don't wanna do as Ah'm told! Ah won't! Ah won't..."

Surrender.

"Ah won't... fight it... anymore." Applejack's eyes rolled back, the floorboards creaking under her as her hips bucked back and forth.

Obey.

"Ah'm being... changed... I'll obey, Ah'll obey..." Oh, sweet Celestia, surrendering felt so good! She couldn't think anymore, she was completely under the magic's control, and she didn't care, didn't care at all. Her mind was being fucked, just like her pussy, just as wet and yielding.

Mind fucked.

She stuffed a hand into her mouth to muffle a delirious cry of pleasure, rocking back and forth urgently. Overbalancing, she fell back against the floorboards, her blonde hair spread out around her like a halo. She didn't even notice. Dazed, almost drunken, she groaned, "Ah'm a mind fucked bitch, Ah'll do anything you want, anything, anything... big, round tits, so pretty, so darn perfect, wet cunts, fuck mares, fuck me, fuck mah mind..."

Friends.

Sudden images of her closest friends flowed into Applejack's mind. She seized up, going rigid against the floorboards. A tiny spark of the mare she used to be struggled and thrashed under the cloying weight of absolute pleasure. She had to, had to warn them, had to do something, she had to-

Fuck them.

"Fuck them. Ah have to fuck them," breathed Applejack, relaxing once more. She was limp, only her hands moving, as she gazed unseeing at the ceiling. Every flash or hint of bare skin she'd ever seen from her friends flicked before her glazed eyes, coloured with her obsessive lust.

Fuck them.

"Ah'll fuck them!" she gasped. Naked bodies, bare pussies, thighs quivering under her tongue, moans and cries of pleasure, yes, yes, Fluttershy's big tits, Rarity's round ass, grinding Twilight's face into her cunt, yes.

Dominate them.

The shifting morass of desperate fantasies changed. Every image before her revealed a different pony on her knees, grovelling before her, praising her, worshipping her massive tits. An unfamiliar fire kindled in her breast, as the pleasure of forcing others to obey was rammed into her yielding, impressionable mind. "Y-yeah, Ah'll - I'll make them obey me, they'll do what I say, they'll be my sluts!"

Control them.

Blank eyes. Blank, obedient mares, sucking her tits, fingering their cunts, under her control. "Fuck! That's so hot. Ah'll fuck them, fuck their minds out, make them obey... obey like me. Mind fucked lesbian whores, all of us, fuck, fuck me, fuck them, yes..." she hissed through her teeth. That was what she wanted, what she'd always wanted. Her body glistened with fever-sweat, her juices running in slow droplets down her thighs and beading in the delicate blonde coating her smouldering cunt.

Worship.

"They'll worship mah perfect tits! Ah'll make them, Ah'll break their minds, they'll adore my giant titties, more'n anything!" She resonated in perfect unison with the power within her body. She was everything she was meant to be. She was exactly what she was meant to be. She was complete. She was perfect.

Cum.

A wordless howl burst from her throat as she writhed on the floor, convulsing. She couldn't see, couldn't think, her world obliterated by white-hot ecstasy. It was beyond anything she could have comprehended, exalting and overwhelming her, and it went on, and on, and on.

An eternity later, she came around, lying limp on the ground. Three fingers were jammed deeply into her cunt, and she'd squeezed her breast hard enough to leave marks from her fingernails, a deep throbbing in her chest protesting the abuse. Little by little, the hot, heavy feeling ebbed away, her mind clearing.

She'd been transformed. She'd been perfected. She was a mind-fucked sex Goddess, and she just couldn't wait to use her new gifts to make her friends really understand.

Faint light flickered under her door. Footsteps sounded out in the hall, one set heavy and slow, the other a quick, light patter. A moment later, she heard a sheepish, hesitant knock.

"Uh... Applejack? Y'all alright in there?"

Guess she couldn't expect for all that noise to have gone unnoticed. Applejack felt a surge of affection for her younger sister, smiling at the closed door. Gently rubbing her abused breast, she withdrew her fingers from her sore pussy. "Jest fine, promise. Ah'm real sorry if I woke you up, Applebloom," she called out sincerely. "It's late. You'n Big Mac should get on to bed."

"Uh... can I come in? You sounded - something."

One after another, Applejack slid her wet fingers into her mouth, licking up the dew of her own orgasm. "Naw, I, uh. Ah'm not real decent right now." She put a hint of sheepishness into her voice, and she could almost hear Applebloom cringe outside.

"Uh. Sorry 'bout - you have a nice night."

"Sorry again t'wake you two. Go on'n get some sleep. Won't hear a peep out of me, I promise."

She listened to Applebloom's bare feet patter away hurriedly. Big Mac lingered for a moment before, before he grunted, "Night," and his heavy tread moved off down the corridor. Whew. She was going to have to come up with a good reason for them not to worry about her new body, and she hadn't thought one up yet.

Maybe the simplest answer was just to tell them that something magic had happened, she didn't know what, and she was dealing with it as best she could - they were her family, and they'd always look after her. They'd understand.

Laboriously, she gathered her feet under her and stood up, wobbling a little as she adjusted to her new centre of gravity. Catching herself in the mirror once again, she shook her head in satisfaction. Keeping her voice to a whisper, she breathed, "Damn, now that's the finest body on the face of Equestria. Not a pony alive that'll resist these."

Hefting her huge breasts in her hands and appreciating their pleasing weight, she gently crushed them together. She could feel the new power simmering in her, bonding with her, ready to be unleashed. She couldn't wait to get started on enslaving her friends.

"Applejack! Hey, Applejack!"

Applejack smiled as she heard Rainbow's raspy voice ringing out through the house. About darn time the pegasus showed herself. Leaning over to the window, she opened it a few inches, and shouted, "Ah'm up in my room, Rainbow! C'mon in!"

Looking up at the small window, Rainbow waved. She was wearing a sleeveless blue tshirt with a large image of her cutie mark across it, and sleek black shorts that faithfully outlined her small, toned ass. "Coming!" she called out, then jogged out of sight.

Sliding the window closed, Applejack muttered to herself, "You will be." Rising from her bed, she unlocked the door, then stood in the centre of the room, crossing her arms under her gargantuan breasts. Electric anticipation filled her, stiffening her nipples, and leaving her body throbbing with heat.

She had to fuck and dominate her friends. It was as natural as picking a ripe apple from the tree. Now, the opportunity to start had finally arrived. Listening for the creak of floorboards, she called, "In here, Rainbow."

"You totally lost the race," Rainbow's voice drifted back. "Applebloom said you'd holed up in your room. Got sick or something. You gonna sneeze on me?"

"Naw, wouldn't dream of it. Don't you worry. Whatever this is, don't reckon you're going to catch it." That much was true. She felt a flicker of sympathy for Rainbow; the pegasus wasn't going to get remade as a heavy breasted sex goddess, not like her. She'd just have to make it up to her the best way she knew how. A last-minute impulse came over her, and she twisted to place her back to the door.

A moment later, it rattled, and swung inwards under Rainbow's hand. "Hey. So what's wrong with you, anyway? You need something?" she greeted Applejack, shutting the door behind her.

"Heck, Rainbow, you have no idea how much I do." Glancing over her shoulder at Rainbow, she slowly twisted around to face her full on. Applejack was dressed in clothes she'd wear any day; boots, hat, cut-off shorts, and a checked shirt. The difference lay in the way that her shorts now clung to her ass as if painted on, and the losing struggle her shirt was fighting to contain her mammoth tits. Half unbuttoned, her green shirt was split in a wide 'v', her breasts crushed together to form a cavernous valley of freckled cleavage. Her rigid nipples visibly thrust against the cloth.

Rainbow actually took a step backwards in shock, her jaw dropping. "Wh- what the fuck? Applejack?" she stammered. "What the hay happened?"

Applejack grinned broadly, approaching Rainbow with slow, deliberate movements that made her barely-contained chest sway. "Ah surely don't know what you mean. D'you want to tell me what's on your mind?"

Rainbow stood frozen in the face of Applejack's unhurried advance, mouth working soundlessly before she burst out, "Your boobs! They're huge! What... how... who did this? Did you do this?" she asked weakly.

Chuckling to herself, Applejack lifted both hands to her chest, squeezing her breasts through her shirt. "Y'mean these? They are pretty darn spectacular, don't you think? Take a real good look, there, Rainbow."

Plainly, the pegasus was too confused and overwhelmed to deny the idea. Her pink gaze moved straight to Applejack's chest, and she leaned forward slightly, drawn towards her transformed friend. Finally, with visible difficulty, she lifted her head.

"Okay, seriously, this isn't you. You don't act like this. You need to see somepony."

Applejack caught hold of the topmost button that was still done up, fiddling with it with seeming casualness. "Y'know, Ah know you care a lot for me, and you do want to do right by me. But don't you worry none. Ah jest woke up like this in the night, and you know what? I couldn't be happier. Aren't you happy for me?" The button slid undone, her shirt parting a little more with a jerk that threatened to spill her breasts free entirely.

"Course I am!" Rainbow replied defensively, unable to quite look away from Applejack's scarcely contained body.

"Don't you want to see them up close and personal, sugarcube?" Applejack purred.

"Yeah, but-" the slim mare stammered, uncharacteristically struggling for words. "You don't sleep with mares!"

"Oh, Rainbow, you haven't the first idea what you're talking about. Let me tell you something." Applejack advanced, and Rainbow backed up another step, bringing her up against the door. "See, here's the thing. Ah've been thinking. Sure, I've had a roll around with a stallion or two, but that's not what I want."

"...it's not?" Rainbow breathed.

"Naw. What I want, sugar, is to fuck you." A determined glint entered Applejack's green eyes, and she reached up to sensually stroke the back of her fingers down the vast slopes of her exposed cleavage.

A visible look of terrible temptation flashed over the blue mare's face before she managed to shake her head. "Yeah, no. Hey, I am way flattered, so let's pick this up after we've got Twilight to check you out, and hhhnngg!" Rainbow's words choked off in a rough whimper as Applejack pulled the last couple of buttons free, and let her massive tits spill out into the open air.

Shrugging out of her checked shirt and tossing it aside, Applejack took advantage of Rainbow's moment of hesitation, and seized her hand. Pulling it closer, she pressed Rainbow's blue hand against the proud curve of one huge breast, and breathed huskily, "Feel me up, Rainbow. Don't that feel right to you?"

Rainbow's eyes squeezed closed for a moment, instinctively taking hold of the soft, warm breast and kneading. She shook her head slightly, but couldn't seem to find the words.

"That's the way, sugar. You keep right on doing that," Applejack sighed pleasurably. "Don't think Ah haven't seen the way you look at me sometimes. No doubt, you've wanted to get in my shorts for a long time. Here I am, sugarcube. Have it all."

"Nnnhg," groaned Rainbow in protest, opening her eyes only to find herself staring into Applejack's cleavage. Her breasts were so big, so round, so perfect. She couldn't look away. "I'm out of here," Rainbow said slowly, without conviction. "Whatever's happened to you, we'll figure it out and fix it."

"Naw, you're not," Applejack replied easily. "See, the window's too small for you, can't fit through a gap that size. Can't get out through the door, 'cause well," she planted her callused hands on Rainbow's shoulders and pushed her back firmly against the wood, "Ah'm not gonna let you. Y'won't want to in a minute, anyways."

Jarred from her deepening daze, Rainbow grabbed Applejack's wrists, struggling to pull them free. The farmpony kept her pinned easily; her raw strength had always been far greater than Rainbow's. Kicking her heels against the door, the pegasus panted, "Snap out of it! Let me go already!"

"Here's the thing," Applejack told Rainbow calmly. Her body was on fire with lust, her shorts soaked around her crotch and her nipples throbbing with need. She had to dominate her friend. She wanted to, more than anything. She needed to. "Jest you look right here. Look at these big, fat titties of mine. Watch them jiggle and shake when you struggle. Watch'm heave with my breath. You've never seen the like. Take it all in."

Despite her best intentions, Rainbow did as she was told. "Sweet Celestia..." she breathed huskily. "They're just so..."

"So darn perfect." Applejack shook her shoulders slightly, making her massive breasts sway slowly. She could feel the magic deep in her chest, like a slow-smouldering fire. "Y'can't look away, Rainbow. Every second y'look at me, you're getting lost. Jest you breathe deep, and let all those thoughts slide right out've your head." Dominate. Hypnotise.

Rainbow's grip on Applejack's wrists loosened slightly. "What are you... doing?" she demanded, in a distracted tone.

"Giving you something else to think about. Ain't nothing you need to worry about, Rainbow. Just you focus on these here massive jugs of mine. They're so much bigger'n yours, aren't they? You can't help but feel like they're superior. Powerful. Breathe in deep, now."

Leaning forward, Applejack rose up on tiptoe and shoved her full breasts into her captive's face, smothering her weak protests. A hot flash of pleasure shot through her, and she rubbed her thighs together urgently. "Ah love having a mare's face buried between mah tits!" she gasped in affirmation. Grinding up and down against Rainbow's pinned body, she gasped with every brush of her stiff, jutting nipples.

Rainbow struggled, muffled noises escaping the weight and pressure of Applejack's body on hers, slowly tapering away to silence. Finally, Applejack drew back enough to let Rainbow suck in a gasping breath. Her head was resting against the door behind her, pink eyes foggy and glazed. "...smells good..." she muttered.

"Just watch my gorgeous boobs move," Applejack purred, shaking her chest slowly from side to side. "Y'can't think. Can't think of anything but my body. You're melting. No thoughts in that cute lil' head."

"No, I..." managed Rainbow thickly, watching the transformed mare's heavy chest sway. "Have to..."

"Stop thinking. Can't resist, Rainbow. You're falling under mah spell, ain't nothing y'can do about it."

The trapped pegasus squirmed slightly against the door, as though trying to pull away, but unable to quite get enough effort into it to seem sincere. Despite herself, her lips formed the words, "Can't resist."

"That's right, sugarcube." Applejack's voice sank down to a husky murmur, and she leaned forward a little more, stroking Rainbow's face with the tip of one jutting nipple. "See, Ah've got a power, now. No pony c'n fight it. You jest watch my tits, and let your mind go blank. Your head's emptying out, Rainbow. Y'all are getting empty, and ready t'be told what you believe."

Rainbow Dash screwed up her face in a last ditch effort of resistance. It didn't, couldn't save her. As Applejack's nipple slid along her lips, she opened her mouth and leaned forward, starting to suck instinctively. Her eyes rolled back, and as she mindlessly lapped, her hands slipped free of Applejack's wrists one after the other, falling limp by her sides.

"Oh, fuck me, that's so darn hot," Applejack whispered, her eyes half-lidded. Shivers of violent pleasure chased through her, and she finally dared release one of her captive's shoulders to roughly undo her denim shorts and thrust her fingers down to grind against her pussy. "Mmmgh! Fuck! Fuck," she hissed through her teeth.

Letting go of the half-mesmerised pony was a risk, but Applejack released Rainbow anyway, grinning with satisfaction as the pegasus swayed slightly, but stayed on her feet. Reaching up, Applejack ruffled her short, rainbow mane, and breathed huskily, "That's my girl. You jest relax. Everything's jest fine. Keep sucking."

Rainbow's gaze rose sluggishly towards hers, slowly focusing on her face. She mumbled something into Applejack's breast, though it was impossible to tell whether it was protest or agreement, then went back to slavishly sucking and lapping. Bit by bit, the tension melted out of her, leaving her almost limp, only her mindless need to keep worshipping the other mare's heavy tits keeping her from collapsing.

With a short, sharp gasp, Applejack pulled her hand out of her shorts. She wanted to keep touching herself, more than anything, but if she didn't do something, Rainbow was going to just fall down. The dazed, almost drugged pegasus's head bobbed loosely as Applejack scooped her up in her arms, giving a vague moan of protest at the loss of the massive, perfect breast she had been sucking. The slim pony weighed almost nothing, her wings flexing slightly as she was carried across the room and laid out on the broad island of the soft bed.

"There now, sugarcube. Let's get those clothes off, alright?" Applejack told her affectionately. Commands sang in her mind: strip, dominate, brainwash, andshe was only too glad to obey. She was a horny slave bitch, and soon, Rainbow would be too.

The limp mare's shorts didn't have any fasteners, and Applejack simply tugged them down the small woman's toned thighs, exposing a black thong beneath. "Never figured you for fancy underwear, y'know," she remarked to the prone figure, a grin spreading across her face. "Reckon we're going to learn a whole lot about each other, now you're going t'be my mind fucked sex toy."

Deprived of the enthralling pressure that had wiped her mind, Rainbow slowly stirred, groaning a protest. Her voice thick, she breathed, "Applejack, what are you... doing..."

"Waking up a little? You're cute as a button, y'know that? Don't you worry, Ah'll be right there to put you right back under my control. Y'want another suck of my perfect tits, Rainbow? Feels good, don't it?"

"Yeah..." groaned Rainbow, unable to gather the wits to lie.

Climbing up onto the bed, Applejack took hold of Rainbow's vibrantly blue t-shirt and tugged it upwards, baring the helpless mare's stomach. "Darnit, how do you manage to get this on over those wings?" she muttered to herself, bunching the fabric in her hand and pulling Rainbow into a sitting position. Tugging firmly, she managed to work the shirt up and over Rainbow's lolling head, baring her small, compact breasts and pink nipples, before finally untangling it from her wings.

Grinning to herself, Applejack kissed Rainbow's forehead, then let her fall limply back onto the bed, naked but for her thong. "There, now. Feel better?" she asked playfully, flicking her captive's soft, pink nipple.

"Mmmhhhgh..." Rainbow groaned, shaking her head slowly with incoherent protest.

"Shhh. Jest listen." Climbing astride Rainbow's prone body, Applejack leaned forward onto all fours. Crawling slowly up the prone mare's body, she let her heavy breasts drag against the helpless pony beneath her, finally rubbing them slowly back and forth across her face. "You can't think, Rainbow. Say that f'r me, alright?"

The tension slowly melted out of Rainbow's body under the smothering weight of Applejack's tits. Her voice muffled by the warm, weighty orbs burying her head, she muttered, "Can't think."

Applejack arched her back, lifting her broad, muscular ass into the air and grinding back and forth slowly. The soaked crotch of her half-open, denim shorts coloured the air with her scent. "That's right, sugar. You listen close. You've always wanted me. Now you're getting everything you want. You're happy about this. Real relaxed, all melted against the bed, 'n completely happy. This is where you want to be."

Dazedly, Rainbow tried to nod. Her scratchy voice a mere whisper, she replied, "Really happy. Want you."

"Mmhmm, that's how it is. You love my giant tits, don't you? They jest press down on your mind, making everything soft and warm. Can't think, can you? All you want is to kiss, 'n lick, 'n suck my big nipples."

"Your tits..." moaned Rainbow softly, her tongue sliding out to lap at the soft, smooth skin stroking against her face.

"That's right. Your mind's all empty now. Your mind's under my control, hear me? All soft, open, ready for me to fuck it. You're in a trance. You're in a trance for me." Applejack leaned down a little more, her hips shakily bucking harder against the empty air. "You're hypnotised. Hypnotised by my huge titties."

Completely limp beneath Applejack, the instinctual lapping of her tongue her only movement, Rainbow drank in the words without resistance. Licking her lips, she groaned in helpless agreement, "Under your control... ready to fuck... my mind. Hypnotised..."

Applejack whimpered with need, ramming a fist against her mouth for a moment before she could manage to speak. "You're mah slave, Rainbow. My very own slave cunt. You're going t'fuck for me. Obey me. Do anything I want. Anything so you c'n keep worshipping my perfect body."

"Your slave," panted Rainbow, in a mesmerised echo. "Fuck you... fuck anyone... obey you. Worship... you."

"Yeah, you will, you will. Ah'm your new Goddess, you understand? Ah fuck anypony I want. Anypony I want, you want to see crawling at my feet. You want to see me turn ponies into drooling, hypnotised sluts. You get hot'n wet when you see me make ponies into my personal fucktoys, got that?" Shifting her body, Applejack smacked Rainbow's blank face with her swaying, pendulous tits for emphasis.

Her head knocked to the side, Rainbow lay still for a moment, before slowly looking back up at Applejack's body. "My Goddess... help you fuck anypony, so horny... love seeing you make more slaves..." she whispered, a soft, throaty sincerity leaking into her voice.

The smouldering heat of Applejack's slick pussy was driving her crazy; she couldn't go another instant without relief. Jerking up to sit upright, she swung off Rainbow and grabbed at her shorts, peeling them down. Roughly kicking off her boots, she panted, "Oh, damn. Oh, damn. Rainbow, you love me, you got that? Love'n adore me, and nothing I want's wrong."

"Love you." Rainbow's words carried absolute certainty.

Throwing herself back onto the bed, stark naked, she dragged a finger up and down her soaked cunt, whimpering with need. "Rainbow! You git up'n between mah legs right now, and give my pussy a good licking!"

The words penetrated Rainbow's mind easily, urging the limp pony to stir. "I'll lick your pussy, Goddess..." she muttered as she rose to a sitting position, then crawled on all fours between Applejack's legs. Sinking down, her ass in the air, Rainbow began flicking her tongue up and down her new owner's glistening pussy, parting her lips, and delving in and out.

"Whoof! Oh, heck, Rainbow, that's the way. You keep on doing that, that's my girl." The words of encouragement fell easily from Applejack's lips as Rainbow's hot tongue probed her cunt, stoking the fire within her. Another flush of heat ran through her as she realised the massive slopes of her new tits blocked her view of the hypnotised pony's face.

"Heck, yes," she hissed, seizing hold of her tender breasts and kneading roughly. If she'd known it was going to feel this good to dominate and fuck her friends, she'd have made Rainbow her submissive bitch years ago. "No other pony tastes this good, not as good as Ah do. Reach on down there and start fingering your stripy cunt, sugarcube, you're always so hot'n wet when you get to pleasure me."

Barely pausing, and without raising her head, Rainbow mumbled her agreement into Applejack's pussy. Moments later, Applejack's hand slid over her short hair, and firmly pulled her closer.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, sugar. That's plain rude. Oh, fuck, you jest keep on licking down there. Pleasure mah cunt the best way you know how." That prompted a change; Rainbow shifted position, bringing her hand up to caress and tease Applejack's pussy, before her fingers slid easily into her. Beginning to thrust them back and forth, Rainbow sucked and licked up and down her dripping slit with mindless, total attention.

"Ohhh, no," Appejack groaned, though she wasn't sure what she was protesting. One hand urging Rainbow's head more firmly between her legs, she gathered up one breast with the other and shoved it upwards, lifting her head and urgently seeking out her own nipple. The jutting, stiff point slid between her lips, and she began to suck. It felt wonderful. The sensation of a worshipful mouth on her sensitive tits was incredible, and it tasted so good! Sucking and flicking her nipple with her tongue, grinding her hips urgently against Rainbow's face, it took her a few moments to realise that she was growing light headed. That it was getting hard to think.

She was, she sluggishly realised, hypnotising herself with her own tits.

It was a seductive idea, hard to resist. She was a brainwashed slut, that had to obey the urges within her. It would be so peaceful, so beautiful, for her to wipe her own mind, for her and Rainbow to be a pair of hypnotised, mindless cunts, grinding against each other, fucking and cumming, forever...

Her fingers loosened, and her warm, heavy breast slipped free, falling away from her lips. Barely able to want to fight the thoughtless calm flowing over her, Applejack reached inside herself, touching the new, simmering power that lapped and surged within her body. As if relaxing a muscle she hadn't known she possessed, she felt the magic sink back into some warm, internal reservoir, the power thrumming in her chest falling quiet. Her body fell limp against the bed, simply bathing in sensations.

Little by little, the mist cloaking her mind dissolved, driven away by sharp, urgent spikes of pleasure from the beautiful pony mindlessly lapping at her pussy. Each fresh thrust of Rainbow's fingers within her forced a louder, quicker gasp from her lips, and the desperate arousal filling her body crashed over her once more. Her green eyes sank closed in ecstasy, and her slack hand rose to pull Rainbow's head more firmly against her pussy once more.

"That's the way, sugar. That's it, that's it..." Applejack breathed, digging her fingers into Rainbow's short hair and gripping hard. She was ready, she was so ready, so close. Balanced precariously on the edge, she moaned urgently, "You're my slave fuckdoll, Rainbow! All mine!"

"Slave fuckdoll," Rainbow agreed in a mumbled whimper, barely audible over the wet sounds of her fingers plunging in and out of her new Goddess. She'd barely spoken when Applejack's pussy clamped down around her fingers, back arching against the bed.

A ringing howl of pleasure erupted from the brainwashed farmpony, the bedframe creaking and thumping against the floor with the urgent thrusts of her broad hips. The world vanished, her mind overloaded with sensation. She clutched at it, holding on tight to the moment. Finally, her eyes focused again. Her voice hoarse, she croaked, "Enough, now, that's more'n enough. You're all done. Hnng!"

Rainbow had pulled her fingers free without hesitation or finesse, yanking a rough gasp from Applejack, then lay with her head against the bedsheets, unmoving, her face smeared with glistening wetness.

Pushing herself up onto one arm, her breasts heaving with her rapid breaths, Applejack looked down at the mindless pegasus fondly. Ruffling her short hair, then smoothing it out, Applejack murmured affectionately, "We sure are going t'have ourselves a time, Rainbow. Alright now. Get y'self sat up, on your knees. That's my girl."

"On my knees," echoed Rainbow blankly, slowly levering herself up. Settling in an upright kneel, her wings folded neatly, she stared at Applejack with thoughtless attention.

"Alright, Rainbow. Here's how it'll be. When Ah clap my hands, you'll snap right out've that trance you're in. All the things I said, about how you want t'serve me and see me mindfuck our friends, all that's true. All that sticks. Y'got that?"

"I got that," replied Rainbow, expression unchanging.

With a last, longing look at Rainbow's face, Applejack brought her callused hands together firmly, clapping twice.

The short, sharp sounds seemed to strike the pegasus like a physical blow, and she rocked back on her heels, wings fluffing out. A look of confusion settled over her face, and she glanced around the room, before her eyes slowly travelled up Applejack's nude body, and up to her face.

"...wow," Rainbow said sincerely. Looking down at herself, she took in her almost-nudity, absently tugging her thong straighter with one finger, then looked up at Applejack. "Wow," she said again. "You are the hottest thing ever. Like, ever. I can't believe you fucked my mind like that! You like me on my knees?"

A swell of immense fondness overtook Applejack as she gazed at her freshly-converted friend, and she shook her head, chuckling. "Sure do. But right now, come on over here'n give me a cuddle."

"Yes, Goddess," Rainbow replied at once, then broke into laughter. "I didn't even mean to say that! Goddess? I mean, you are, but I know you did that to me. Damn, though. Those tits. What happened? Can you do it to me again?" Crawling forward, she slowed, hesitating a second with an awestruck look on her face, before she pressed her slim, toned body against Applejack's. A shivery sigh fell from her lips, and she rested her head against Applejack's shoulder.

"Heck if I know," Applejack replied frankly. "Told you the truth, before. Like Ah said, Ah jest woke up last night with all this out t'here. Was going to go to Twilight, see if she knew what in the world was going on, but welp, whatever gave me all this didn't want that. Next thing Ah know, there's these urges filling me right up."

Her hand moved to the back of Rainbow's head, stroking the short hairs at the back of her neck. "Wanted mares. Never did before, but right then, never needed anything more. Knew I jest had to yield to whatever Ah was supposed to be. All I had to do was listen, obey, give in to it. Couldn't fight it. Ah'm supposed to dominate mah friends, hypnotise you all, turn you into my horny fucktoys." She sighed happily. "Never been happier in my whole life. Never felt so darn hot. Don't regret a thing."

"Wait, you're under somepony's control?" Rainbow asked, lifting her head slightly. "What if they-"

"Hush, Rainbow." Applejack continued stroking the back of her neck soothingly. "Y'don't care about that. Ah'm a slave to mah urges, and you're my personal hypnotised fucktoy, and that's the way it should be. You jest accept it. That's an order, now."

The tension faded from the pegasus immediately, her head settling back against Applejack's shoulder. "I really can't disobey you. Can't even care about that, now." Rainbow sighed deeply, kissing the side of Applejack's neck. "That's so hot. You even made me turned on when you fuck with my mind like that. You want to take me for another ride? You are wasting a sex slave like me as a brainless puppet. You have no idea how good I am at licking mares out. I could make Princess Celestia cum so hard, the sun crashes into the moon. A tongue that could end the world."

Applejack laughed, inhaling deeply, before nodding her approval. Her heavy chest swelled against Rainbow's slim body, and all over again, she realised just how much she wanted to fuck her new slave. "Y'know, there's other mares that Ah need to make all mine. But... that c'n wait." Applejack planted her hand on Rainbow's shoulder, and gently pushed down.

Rainbow smoothly, eagerly sank back between Applejack's legs. "You are not going to regret it, Goddess."

In a small, anonymous shack on the edge of the Everfree Forest, a small crystal lay in a blue hand. Deep within the facets, a spark of red light glittered. "Hah! The spell is active!" Shaking the gem, the voice added more peevishly, "This should be glowing blue, but... whatever. It worked! Soon, Twilight Sparkle, you will deliver to her all of your pathetic friends. You have humiliated the Great and Powerful Trixie for the last time!"

Author's Note

Had a little fun with this one; a little mind control smut for the sake of it that had been bouncing around the back of my head for a while.

Stuck the story on incomplete, since it's clearly got somewhere to go, but won't be added to for a while.

Proofread by the splendid Setokaiva and Djmill!