Dusk Shine and the Mysterious Society

Chapters

Ch1 Apple History. It ain't what you think.
Ch2 Dusk Under pressure
Ch3 Apple home lessons
Ch4 More Than One Way to Buy a Mare
Ch5 The Bat Came Back
Ch6 The Return
Ch7 Where oh where has my little bat pony gone
Hiatus

Ch1 Apple History. It ain't what you think.

Dusk Shine and the Mysterious Society CH1
Apple History
It ain’t what you think

Applejack gave a gasp as she woke up in her bed with her hands buried between her legs and her fingers shoved deep into her cunt. Her body was soaked in sweat and she choked as she swallowed a huge gulp of air.

It had been three days since Twilight in her guise as Prince Dusk Shine and Big Mac had scratched Applejack’s itch, and soothed the aching lust that had been well on its way to driving her mad.

Even though she should have know better, Applejack had convinced herself that she was past the worst of her reaction to Caridoon’s magic. And that being the case there was no reason to inflict her problem on her friend, Twilight. Now that she knew what to expect, her reasoning had gone, she’d be better able to handle it. Therefore there was no need for Twilight to remain trapped in the wrong gender and she could restore herself to her proper form.

Unfortunately, Applejack’s plan was not working out so good. Rather than being better able to withstand the influence of the magical taint in her blood due to familiarity, the lust it caused had come on much faster than previously. What had taken nearly two weeks of abstinence before had taken just three days this time. Too late she had realized that it had taken time for the magic to take root in her body, but now that it had, her need for sex was pretty much a constant rather than a slowly growing urge.

The undeniable proof of this for Applejack was that the Flim Flam brothers were once again looking good to her, as witnessed by the disturbing dream she had just woken from.

Standing under an ice-cold shower abated the burning in her loins only a little, but did nothing to remove the memory of her recent dream. The twin con-pony brothers had pilloried her in the town square and charged admission to her cunt, ass, and mouth. An offer that the entire town of Ponyville had been most eager to take them up on, including gender shifted versions of all her friends. Despite herself, Applejack could not help but smile in amusement at the memory of Pinkie Pie spurting vanilla icing out of the tip of his massive balloon-like cock as he glazed her face with his sweet gooey ejaculate. Her disgust with the dream faded as her fingers slipped between her wet thighs and she frantically rubbed herself to an orgasm while recalling the way Rainbow Dash and Rarity had spit roasted her with their new male members. Her body shuddered in release, but as soon as the tremors had subsided she found that she was every bit as horny as before she started. It took a great deal of willpower to exit the shower and head downstairs for breakfast instead of spending the rest of the day trying to ease her need personally.

If Applejack hadn’t been so distracted by her burning desire for several big thick cocks filling every one of her orifices, she might have noticed the sound of somepony getting a good ass thrashing long before she stepped down off the stairs and into the kitchen. As it was, she stopped in wide-eyed surprise and shock when she spotted her brother Big Mac, who wasn’t wearing a stitch, with his doefriend Bother draped over his naked lap as he methodically and efficiently turned the little deer’s rump bright cherry red. Applejack could just make out the big flared tip of her brother’s cock where it projected past Bother’s belly. Tears were streaming down Bother’s cheeks as she wiggled frantically on Mac’s lap. But she wasn’t going anywhere, not when Mac had the palm of his left hand firmly planted in the small of her back.

It wasn’t so much the shock of seeing Mac spanking Bother that had thrown Applejack. She’d seem him do it before, most often when Bother would make the mistake of referring to him as ‘Master’. He only grudgingly tolerated ‘Master Mac’. But those spankings had been gentle reminders, a simple pat on the fanny really. This was anything but. This was a genuine, don’t spare the rod, ass whomping.

Applejack stood frozen in place as Mac’s big hand rose and fell with loud explosive cracks onto Bother’s ass cheeks, his hand pretty much covering each section of her tiny posterior. The dark red hue of her nether cheeks indicated that there had been more than a few blows previous to the ones Applejack had just witnessed.

The farm filly felt her belly tighten as her ass clenched in reaction to the loud smacks that were echoing off the walls. Her throat closed up as she tried to swallow a sudden mouthful of saliva as her imagination placed her over her brother’s lap instead of Bother. Her rump twitched in sympathetic reaction to the next hard swat that set Bother’s firm little rump jiggling like jelly. The small doe looked even more childlike than usual draped over Mac’s lap.

Once the initial shock of the scene passed, Applejack’s first inclination was to intervene, or at least protest. But the way Bother was grinding her groin against Big Mac’s thighs showed that for all her tears she was getting off on her spanking. The way her short spade-shaped tail was flipped all the way up and back till the tip almost touched the hand holding her in place was further evidence of what a horny little slut she was. The reflective white flash on the underside of her tail was letting any male in sight know she was open and eager for breeding.

Applejack fought down the urge to reach down between her legs and plunge her fingers into her dripping twat. It had been three days since Dusk and Mac had serviced her and the taint in her body was letting her know in no uncertain terms that three days was two and a half days too long to go without a good shafting and an infusion of earth pony magic. While she managed to restrain her hands, she could not keep her muscular thighs from clenching as she contracted her pelvis in reaction to the sudden overwhelming arousal she was feeling.

The horny mare felt only a slight bit of guilt over her reaction. She knew her brother, and had a pretty good handle on Bother’s character. She had no idea what had instigated the spanking she was witnessing but she knew her brother was not a mare abuser and that Bother for all her wailing and tears was in hog heaven over being dominated so thoroughly by her oversized master. If anything, she was feeling more than a little jealous of the small doe. She couldn’t remember how many times as a filly she’d dreamed of her fierce big brother turning her over his lap as a prelude to other activities.

If anything, the feeling was even stronger now. Back then she’d had no idea just what those other activities would involve, or feel like. Now she was very much aware of what it felt like to have a thick male cock spreading her cunt wide and filling her to the brim, and more. Not giving into Dusk over the last few days had turned out to be one of the hardest things she’d ever done. She went to bed dreaming of the sight, feel, and taste of his cock, and woke in a puddle of her own juices from the wet dreams centred around him. Only by reminding herself over and over again that it wasn’t fair to Twilight to force her to assume the wrong gender for Applejack’s sake kept her from giving in to the urge to jump his bones each morning when he showed up to inquire as to her health.

Sure, the horny farm filly might have weakened enough to allow the farce of Dusk buying her from Big Mac after that session in the barn. But a few hours without the pressure of her taint—or the afterglow of a hot and heavy sex session—to influence her had allowed her to realize just what she was asking Twilight to give up. If she did not stay strong, Twilight would never know the pleasure of having a big powerful stallion plow her own furrow. Now that Applejack was aware of just how wonderful that could be with the right stallions how could she allow her own needs to deny Twilight the same mind blowing, hoot and hollering, bucking fantastic, feeling of a male releasing inside her body after he’d pounded her till she couldn’t think straight?

She couldn’t obviously.

Besides. Twilight had made it clear that she was only motivated by concern for a friend. She’d even had to cast a spell on Applejack to pull off the make-believe scenario they’d played in the barn. And she hadn’t fooled Applejack one little bit. Applejack knew perfectly well she’d cast a spell on herself so that she could act like a properly dominant and powerful stallion.

Applejack knew this for certain because of the fact that Twilight had been totally oblivious to all the hints she had dropped each time she came to visit. If Twilight had been a real stallion, one who had already mounted her previously, she wouldn’t have hesitated for an instant in taking what was his and would have dragged Applejack into the barn, or maybe he wouldn’t have even bothered with privacy and would have simply bent her over the nearest fence before thrusting his hot shaft deep into her needy cunt right in front of brother and Bother.

Applejack’s attention was drawn away from her musings of what Twilight would do to her if he were actually a real stallion by Bother suddenly yelling out. “Staircase!” At the same time there was a tinkling sound as Bother twitched her long expressive ears and the bells that Applejack was just now noticing were attached to their tips sounded.

Big Mac’s downward striking hand stopped instantly, an inch from Bother’s bruised ass, and then gently settled down on top of her heated skin as he palmed her posterior.

Bother let out a frustrated sob and said, “This stupid disobedient slut is ashamed, Master. This greedy cunt is weak and pathetic and can’t take Master’s justified punishment. It hurts too much. This cunt begs master punish her some other way."

Applejack felt a sudden jolt of guilt. She’s assumed that there was no way her brother would hit Bother so hard that the pain loving little slut would have to beg him to stop.

“Jest what the hay did Princess Luna do to you, Big Mac?” she asked, guilt induced anger making her voice tremble. “I knew she’d changed you so you could blend in when we go into Caridoon, but I didn’t think she’d changed you that much.”

“Eenope,” Big Mac said as he softly rubbed Bother’s bottom. The pleased expression on his face made Applejack even more uncomfortable and uncertain.

The hand Big Mac had been using to hold Bother in place reached out and tousled her short hair and stroked her ears. Ignoring his outraged sider he said, “You all did just fine, slut. I’d have been mad as heck if you hadn’t spoke up. You did real good, darling little slut.” He picked up his slave and set her on her hooves, turning her till she was facing away from him and toward Applejack and gave her a gentle pat on her flushed ass. “Now I want you to make your apology. After that, I’ll punish you in a different way.”

Bother instantly dropped to her knees while facing and pressed her forehead against the floor while raising her much abused ass into the air and pointed her sex straight at Big Mac with her tail flagged as high as it could go. “This slut has been a bad cunt. This slut has said bad things about the prince’s slut. This slut said that the prince’s slut was cruel and selfish and was abusing the poor prince who is foolish enough to let her do it. This slut deserved her well-earned punishment for calling the prince foolish. This slut is sure that the prince knows what the prince is doing and it is not this slut’s place to question his training methods. This slut is sure that eventually the prince will take his slut in hand and teach her the proper place in the world for sluts.”

Applejack goggled at the prostrate doe. She felt embarrassed, and guilty at having her treatment of Twilight pointed out. Until she remembered that Twilight wasn’t a true stallion and that there was no sin in discouraging her from keeping up the charade that he was. That didn’t stop her from getting heated at the thought of being taught her proper place. For just a moment she allowed herself to feel regret that Twilight really wasn’t a stallion. She was so freaking powerful, there would be nothing Applejack could do to keep her from taking her in any manner she wanted to if she were so inclined. And unlike the cowardly, King Duneyrr Twilight wouldn’t have to resort to ropes or hired guards to overpower and control her.

“Good enough. Now git over here and suck my cock,” Big Mac ordered bother in a firm tone as he slid down on his chair and spread his legs.

“Master? This slut thought Master was going to fuck her.”

“You’re not getting off that easy, slut. If I tried to jam my cock into that tight little twat of yours I’d fill you with baby juice before I got halfway in. You’re going to suck me off and swallow my load, and then get me hard again. And then I’m going to give you the sort of fucking I should have been giving you all this time. Don’t think I’m going to take it easy on your again. I’m going to jam my dick so far up your cunt you’ll be tasting it, and you won’t be walking straight for most of a day when I’m done with you.”

“Yes, Master!” Bother exclaimed in glee as she scrambled between his legs and grasped his heavy shaft with both hands. Her fingers barely touching each other as they wrapped around him.

Before she could attempt to engulf him, however, Big Mac said, “Ring your bells for me, slut.”

Bother didn’t look happy at his request, but she twitched her ears causing the bells attached to tips to chime several times.

“Good slut.” Big Mac praised her while using his hand to direct her head toward his cock.

Bother opened her muzzle wide and pressed her mouth against the big flared tip of Mac’s cock. Only the fact that it compressed slightly as she pushed her head down allowed the large tip to pop into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck with all her might while twisting her head from side to side. The outline of Mac’s cock could be made out as it pressed against the side of her face from the inside.

Mac leaned back and crossed his hands behind his head as he looked over at Applejack, whose face was so hot she was sure it was as red as one of their prized apples.

“Suppose you’re wondering why I spanked her so hard she had to ask me to stop?” he asked. “And why I’m letting her suck me me off in the middle of the kitchen?”

Applejack was stumped. She didn’t believe for one minute that Big Mac had spanked Bother for badmouthing her. Especially when there were so much truth in the little doe’s words. “Honestly, Big Mac. Darned if I know.” She had a sudden thought. “Maybe for badmouthing Twilight, I mean Dusk Shine?” Even as she said this, Applejack found herself questioning her answer. Big Mac was no more likely to punish Bother for badmouthing Dusk, even if her accusation was not true, than he was to punish her for telling the truth about Applejack’s behaviour.

“Yeah, bout what I thought,” Big Mac said as he nodded his head. “Ain’t the right answer though. But ain’t surprised. You can’t even admit what you want, can’t expect you to figure out what Bother does.”

Applejack’s face reddened and she was on the verge of a heated retort when her brother said, “I spanked her cause it’s what she wanted. She thought I didn’t care what she did, that I didn’t care about her. I spanked her so she’d know I cared enough about her to do it. I did it hard so she could show me that I could trust her to be honest and tell me when it was too much. And I’m fucking her out here because all this time she thought I was ashamed to own such a worthless slave that I wouldn’t even fuck her in public.”

“I know she’s a messed up little critter, Big Mac, but it ain’t right for you to be going and acting like those bastards that did the messing up,” Applejack said in an angry tone as she glared at her brother. Staring him straight in the eyes, she did her best to keep her eyes from slipping from his face and toward his erection and the way Bother was struggling to cope with his size. Applejack had to admit to herself that the little deer didn’t look like she felt she was being abused. There was no distress visible in her expression. Her eyes were bright and excited and Applejack was pretty sure that she’d be wearing a big grin if her lips weren’t stretched into a big circle around Big Mac’s dick. Her spit and his juices were running down his shaft from where they had slipped past her muzzle and Bother made it look so tasty that Applejack found herself longing for a chance to sample it once again her own self.

Applejack swallowed down a mouthful of drool. She’d hardly been in her right mind when her brother hand jammed it down her throat in the barn. Certainly not enough to really enjoy the experience the way she wanted to. And if she felt that way with him being her brother and all, how could she claim that Bother didn’t feel the same way?

“Applejack!” Big Mac said, in what for him was a bellow, and would have been merely Rainbow Dash’s normal speaking tone.

Applejack snapped out of her erotic funk and blushed at the exasperated look Big Mac was directing at her. Even though she knew he had no idea, she could not help but think he knew exactly what she’d been thinking. “No need to blow your stack. I’m listening.” she snapped at him.

“Eeyup, so, as I was sayin’, I’ve been reading the journals for the last two days. Makes a pony rethink a whole lot of things.”

“Wait, hold an applebucking minute. What journals?”

Big Mac gave Applejack another look, and she flushed. “Okay, maybe I weren’t listening as close as I should have been,” she admitted.

Big Mac heaved a sigh, and gestured at a stack of old books on the kitchen table Applejack had not noticed till then. She had been a touch distracted after all. “Like I was sayin’, the morning after we did what we did in the barn, Granny dragged me into her room and gave me those. She said if we all were going to be playing those sort of games I’d better have these. So...”

“Granny knows what we were doing in the barn.” Applejack cut off her brother with a high pitched squeak.

“Eeyup.”

Applejack had thought her ability to experience mortification had reached its limit, she’d been wrong. The blush turning her face crimson flowed down her shoulders and across her breasts till her entire upper body felt like it was about to combust from pure embarrassment and shame. She gave thanks that Granny had left this morning to go visit their Orange relatives down south. It meant she’d have a couple of weeks at least before she had to look the pony who had raised her from a youngun in the eye.

“Oh Celestia, how the hay can I ever look her in the eye again?” Applejack moaned, and then gave herself a shake and took a deep breath and calmed herself. She was acting like Rarity, or really, any of her friends. She was the stolid steady mare. The one that started at one end of a field and plowed a straight furrow to the other side, without any wandering or artistic touches. She was not looking forward to facing Granny, but for right now she needed to get back to the issue at hand.

“So, what are these here journals?” Applejack asked.

Big Mac slid a stack of books across the table toward Applejack while being careful not to yank the tip of his cock out of Bother’s mouth. He needn’t have bothered. The small doe was latched on like a baby on a momma’s nipple and wasn’t about to let go.

Applejack examined the books. There was a thin hardcover book on top, worn with age, but in good condition. It was sitting on a stack of soft-cover notebooks that had the appearance of having been frequently used and as a result looked more tattered than the first book.

“These here belonged to Great Grandpa Smith. And to all the mares he settled here with.”

“You mean Great Grandma Smith and her sisters right?”

“Best you read them.” was all Big Mac said. He looked own at the bobbing head of his sex slave with affection. “I’ve got some other things to tend to. We can talk when you’ve looked at a few of them.” With that Mac reached down and stroked Bother’s ears. She leaned the side of her head into the touch without relinquishing her oral treat.

It was more than a little difficult to pull her attention away from the sight of her big brother getting his knob polished, but Applejack managed, sort of. She picked up the hardcover book and was staring at the cover in puzzlement. It was faded and dusty looking, but the image of a tall clock tower was clearly visible. She felt like she’d seen the building pictured there somewhere, but she could not remember just where. She tried to think of where she might have seen it, but gave it up after a minute.

The sound of Bother’s sucking Mac’s cock was not conducive to deep thinking.

Applejack brushed a hand over the cover, clearing some of the dust on it away and making it easier to read.

The Clocktower Society
Consent is not optional

Opening the book, she took in the title page. In addition to the same words on the cover, there were additional directions.

Your Safe Word is Law

Underneath that were three wood cut drawings of mares in various stages of bondage, a fact that caused two full raised eyebrows on Applejack’s part. What the heck were her ancestors doing with this sort of book? The images were captioned, each with a single word and a translation of their meaning.

Her eyebrows arched even higher when she spotted the word, “Staircase”, and the fact that it meant “Slower pace”. That was what Bother had cried out to her brother and must have been why Mac had stopped spanking her. For some reason knowing that Bother had retained the ability to control what was happening to her made her feel a lot better about the situation she had walked in on.

Didn’t do a dang thing for the niggling feeling of jealousy she felt, however.

The next image was captioned, “Clockface”, which apparently meant “Pause”. The final one was “Towertop” which in turn meant “Full Stop”

Setting aside the book Applejack picked up a notebook off the top of the stack and opened it. The first page announced that it was the journal of Rosy Glow, property of Adams Smith.

Applejack sucked in her breath. Adams had been her great grandpa, and unless she was mistaken, that would mean Rosy Glow was most likely her Great Aunt Rose.

Greatly intrigued, Applejack turned the page and began to read.

I’m so excited. It’s been a month and I still can’t believe that Master won the trials to find the most powerful earth magic user in the society. To be selected to begin the process of restoring the land around the original chapter house is a great honor. But what is really exciting is that Master will also receive a deed for a large section of the area. If we can cleanse the land and make it productive again, it will be ours, and our children’s children’s. No tenement apartments for them.

Three days ago we arrived at the old society site. Of course I have been here before, only that was several hundred feet below where we are standing now. Hard to believe that there are hundreds of horny needy stallions that close to me. Makes me drool, from both ends, to think of it.

“Say what now?” Applejack exclaims. “What the buck is this? Did Great Aunt Rose write steamy novels?” She asks, directing her attention to her big brother who has a hand resting on Bother’s head as she strives to swallow a couple of more inches of his cock.

Big Mac’s strained face shows that he is far from impervious to Bother’s actions. He glances over at her and gives his head a shake. “Eenope. They were all members of something called the Clocktower Society. Seems that they tend to enjoy games a whole heck of a lot like the ones we played the other day in the barn. Except, they weren’t doing it for no other reason but that they enjoyed it, a whole lot. Sort of like I’m enjoying myself right now.”

Applejack wanted to call her brother a big fat fibber, but while he didn’t have her reputation for unabashed honesty, he wasn’t in the habit of spreading whoppers. At least not ones like this. He wasn’t above sending a little sister out on a snipe hunt. So she had to believe that what she was reading wasn’t fiction, but a real life account of something that actually for real happened. With that in mind, she turned her attention back to the journal, and this time found that the sound of Bother’s gulping and occasionally gagging was not nearly as distracting as before.

I have to confess that the wild lands scare me. It’s hard to imagine a place that grows any which way it likes with no pony magic to help it along. Or where the weather is totally random with no control at all. No pegasus or unicorn dares come close to this place. Their magic would run wild or turn against them. It really drives home how terrible the war between the legendary pony sisters must have been. Somewhere near here, Master says, is the remains of their home but I have no desire at all to seek it out, even if we were to have the time. If it is this bad here, I can’t imagine how bad it must be there.

Master says that we will clean this land of the chaotic uncontrolled magic that swirls around it, and I trust him, but looking at the dark trees that surround us and listening to the strange creatures in the woods sometimes it is hard to believe that eventually ponies will be able to live here as comfortably as they do back in the city. I know Master is strong. But is he strong enough? To drive back the unnatural and wild forest we will need to infuse the land with great amounts of earth magic. I just hope my sisters and I are up to the task of helping him do it.

Giggle. Despite my doubts, I’m getting wet just thinking about how Master is going rut us on the bare earth, effusing the land with our mingled magic. He has already promised he will stake my sisters and I out in the first field we clear and allow any society stallion who wants to contribute their earth magic to the project to use us. Hopefully lots will wish to do so.

Of course before that can happen we will have to clear the caved in upper levels of the society that were collapsed and contaminated by the sister’s war. It took over eight hundred years for the contamination underground to abate to the point where we could reopen the deeper levels, but now that it has it will take hard work to clear the collapsed tunnel and there is no point even trying till the land above it is stabilized.

I’m sure my sisters feel the same as I do. The prospect of being rutted by dozens and dozens of virile stallions, our mingled juices spilling onto the ground to revitalize it, is a great motivator to work our hardest. Just in case Master’s whip is not enough. lol.

It has been two days since my last entry. The work is hard, but progressing. The big news is that Master judged that it was now warm enough for us not to require protection from the cold. All our clothes have been packed away. From this point on the only thing we will wear are our collars and whatever work harness we need for the job at hoof. Master has been modifying the standard work harness. but is being cruel. He will not show us what changes he is making. He has even ordered us to not do anything that might cause an orgasm. He wants us to save all our energy for when he straps us into the modified harness. Cruel, cruel Master. How can I keep my fingers to myself when he says such things to us?

I am so sore. Master’s modification included a strap between our legs with two huge plugs. Well, they felt large to me. Rosy Glow was disappointed that they weren’t bigger. We only had to wear them for a half-hour, but that was more than enough for me. Master says he will increase the time until we can go all day, and then increase the size. I don’t know if my poor cunt and ass can handle it. But I’m going to give it my best shot. I have a lot of catching-up to do if I’m going to join my sisters in taking master’s cock right to his median ring and past it in my ass .

I am so sore. I know I said that before, but this is different. We spent the last two weeks clearing the ground around the old entrance to the society. And at the end of each day Master rutted us on top of the rubble to purge the chaotic magic we had stirred up. The harnesses Master put on us were a great help when it came to dragging away the bigger chunks of rubble and the carts of dirt. But they were even more of a help when it came to grounding the chaos magic thanks to the special crystals Master had decorated them with.

But all that hard work was worth it. We finally broke through into an intact tunnel. There were a whole herd of earth pony society members waiting. They have heard us coming for days and had been clearing away loose debris from their side. But horny as I was, for once I didn’t drool at the sight of all those hot stallions. Gran Gran was there. I rushed right past those stallions and swept my sweet little girl into my arms. I’m so happy that we have damped down the wild magic enough that she and the rest of our children can now stay with us. I don’t even mind that we’re going to have to go back to sneaking around in order to indulge in some hot and heavy play.

Ouch. Giggle. Master just pinched my ear, and reminded me how much I enjoy sneaking under the covers and taking his cock into my mouth.

Okay, here I go again. I am so sore, but this is the good type of sore. My sisters and I spent the last two days being rutted non-stop while we were staked out spread eagle on the dig site. I lost count of how many stallions had their way with me after the ninth, and that was only half way through the first day.

They were all earth ponies of course. The area is still toxic to ponies with external magic. Master thinks that within a year we will have purged enough of the taint that our sister ponies will be able to live here. But some of the earth ponies who have recently come to help with the job work in R and D and don’t think this area will ever be fully normal again no matter how many earth ponies pour their magic into it.

I don’t think I mind. There is something about this place that has grown on me. The weird things that scared me so much earlier now seem familiar, and I think if I went back to the city that I’d miss this wild place.

Stinking Rich showed up. Of course he did. Now that the hard work is done he’s looking to grab himself some land without having to put in the work. I made a mistake of saying that where Master could hear me. I ate standing up at dinner. Later on I had to apologise to the greedy money grubber by crawling under the table while he discussed Master’s plans and sucked him nonstop till he had spent three times in my mouth.

How can such a stinker of a pony taste so yummy?

I take back what I said about Stinky. Little Gran Gran found these weird apples. Weird is such weak term, they are freakish. Not only did they just pop up out of nowhere, so did the dead looking trees they grew on. If I’d had any say we wouldn’t have had anything to do with it. But Rosy Glow still can’t resist mixing things up and seeing what happens. You’d think she’d have learned after the last time she blew up the R and D lab. But she was right this time. With Gran Gran as an assistant she actually made something that did not blow up. The jam made from what Gran Gran is calling Zap Apples is incredible. Like nothing I’ve ever tasted. And best of all, Stinky, I mean, Master Rich, bought almost all of it for enough to pay off our homestead loan.

Master didn’t even have to order me to crawl under the table this time.

Applejack shifted on her chair as she set aside the journal she was reading, trying to ease the ache between her legs, her expression was troubled. She looked at the tall stack of journals still in front of them. There had to be at least twenty of them. Were they all like this one? They must be. Why else would Big Mac make such an issue out of giving them to her? She could even understand why he’d done it, and why he was rethinking the way he had been treating Bother. The rule book she’d glanced at, and the the journal, showed that the sort of thing that happened in Caridoon happened in Equestria, with one big difference. Consent. Nowhere in the journal had their been a hint of coercion or unhappiness.

The farm mare glanced over to see that Bother was still sucking her brother’s cock, and had actually managed to get the head into her narrow throat. It was a bit disturbing, the way her neck bulged like a snake who had just swallowed a gopher. Her brother was still stroking Bother’s ears, but was making no effort to force her head down. That meant that the little deer had managed her feat all on her own.

‘Well, maybe with a bit of help from Big Mac’s earth magic,’ Applejack suddenly thought. The males back in Caridoon had certainly believed that earth mares were the perfect cock socks, able to stretch in order to take the biggest male members. Maybe the reverse was true. Was Big Mac’s magic allowing Bother to ‘stretch’? She’d seen far weirder magic than that. Twilight turning herself into a well hung stallion for instance.

Applejack studied the journals in front of her. If their ancestors had got up to this sort of goings-on, and it hadn’t ended up with the whole family falling into debauchery, maybe it wasn’t wicked bad like she had been thinking. Her great-granny certainly seemed to have been having fun.

Applejack found herself feeling unsettled. While the idea of being staked out and bucked by a whole herd of stallions certainly got her juices flowing, she didn’t find the majority of her great-granny’s secret life all that arousing; not that her stupid body needed much help in the arousing department.

Applejack has assumed that what she had experienced in Caridoon was what being a sex slave was like. The idea of experiencing that sort of treatment, at the hooves of someone she actually liked had been sort of exciting. She’d certainly spent enough nights dreaming of Big Mac treating her like that, and that had been years before she’d ever heard of Caridoon.

Only then she’d met Bother, and realized she hadn’t really been a sex slave. She’d been a prisoner. And going by Bother’s behavior and the journal she had just read the life of a sex slave seemed, well, sort of, well, really, really annoying. The idea of spending the rest of her life acting like Bother, saying, “Yes Master, please Master, whatever you say, Master, I’ll just bend over this fence so you can buck this slut, Master”, did not sound like a whole lot of fun. In fact she was pretty sure it would only take a couple of days before she was fighting down the urge to kick her ‘Master’ in the balls. The thought of being in such a relationship for years, if not the rest of her life, was not a happy one.

Applejack gave a sigh and poked at the stack of journals. Say what you would about Twilight, the mare certainly didn’t lack for imagination. Pinkie Pie had said that ‘playing’ with Twilight was super extra fun because Twilight was so awesomely scary once she got going. Being the cute egghead’s slave would not be all bowing and scraping all day, all the time; of that Applejack was positive. If only Twilight been born a stallion, she’d have been perfect.

A sudden gasp from Big Mac and the sound of loud convulsive gulping from Bother had Applejack’s ears flattening against her head. She glanced over to see that Bother’s cheeks were blown out and her brother’s sperm was spraying out of her nose and from around his shaft. Mac had his head thrown back and his hands were clenched into fists as he rode the orgasmic high. A high that some female who was not her had given him.

“Dang it,” Applejack cursed softly, once again feeling jealous of Bother. Needing a distraction, she decided to check out another journal. One in particular caught her eye. This notebook was twice as thick as the last, not because it had more pages but because the pages it did have were wrinkled and rumpled showing it had been read many, many times. Either that or it have been left out in the rain. When she pulled it out of the stack it fell open in the middle, and Applejack idly scanned the first few lines expecting to read yet another entry praising the writer’s wonderful master.

I struggled as hard as I could, but the bastards pinned me down and ground my face into the dirt

“Say hay?” Applejack exclaimed as she sat up straight and pulled the journal over in front of her. Applejack leafed backward through the wrinkled pages, looking for the beginning of that interesting section. At last she found what looked like the beginning.

Tomorrow is my birthday. I don’t know if I can last that long without exploding. I’m going to write all about it here. It’s my very first scenario in our new home and I have a feeling I’m going to want a record to savor for when I’m old and grey.

Author's Note

Much thanks to Manifest Harmony for the Cover art and permission to use "The Clocktower Society"

I've got a link in the story to Manifest's Harmony's Society journal, But as the book Applejack looks at is a hundred and fifty years old, clearly the Twilight Velvet who wrote it is not Twilight's Mother, but maybe a great, great, grandmother? ^_^

And so we start a new story arc. Right from the very beginning I had in mind that Luna would create a training facility where my characters, and the characters of any other writer, could undergo special forces training, with an emphasis on getting comfortable with public sex and playing the part of master and slave.

The rules were fairly simple, each mare would be matched with a compatible partner. A serious thing because the nature of the Caridoon curse means that they might have to form a true life long pair bonding if they are going to have a happy life.

I toyed with the idea of Princess Cadence vetting volunteers and matching them up with their most compatible partner.

That might still happen. If it does, that will mean that Cadence and Shining Armor belong to the TCS.

Am also considering that Twilight Velvet and Night Light? Twilight's parents might also be members. I'd appreciate fan feedback on whether that is overkill.

Twilight is not a member because up till her gender transformation she had only clinical interest in the concept of sex and so neither her parents or Cadence moved to put her up for membership.

Shining Armor of course goes out of his way to not think of his baby sister as a sexual creature.^_^

Boy, is he in for a shock.

If anyone is wondering why I backtracked on Applejack and Dusk Shine and have them fumbling with their relationship. I had to. The characters simply refused to follow any other story line, and I'm not a good enough writer to force through something like that. Either the story flows on it's own, or I come down with terminal blockage.

I'm not going to dive right into the ClockTower right off the bat, will take a few chapters, and once I'm there I plan on spending a lot of time playing with the potential.

I give fair warning. Taking down King Duneyrr is not the goal of this universe, though it is something that will happen several years story time down the road. My goal from the get go was to create a universe where I could indulge in kinky BDSM play with a comic vibe. King Duneyrr and his scheming is merely the motive force that turned Equestria upside down.

While I don't really care if I ever get there, my vision of the conclusion of this story line sees Dusk Shine becoming the ruler of Caridoon, and to have this line up with his title of "The Prince of Friendship." Because he thinks that sex, no matter how kinky, is best between friends.

Ch2 Dusk Under pressure

Dusk Shine and the Mysterious Society
Chapter 2
Dusk Under Pressure

“Yes! I knew I’d seen something about the Clocktower Society,” Dusk said, flush with the triumph of discovery. He levitated a slim folio off the library shelf. His expression changed to annoyance when he turned it so he could read the cover. Unlike the spine, which had not been easy to read, the cover made it clear this was not what he was looking for.

A pictorial history of the great clock towers of Equestria
By Professor Big Time
President
Equestria Clock Tower Appreciation Society

Dusk gave a small snort of chagrin. “Somehow I don’t think this is the society that Big Mac was asking about.” His brow furrowed slightly in thought, and he added “But, maybe it is. I suppose it’s possible his ancestor was a member. I’ll just set this aside for now and ask him the next time I see him.”

“Have you had any luck, Spike?” Dusk called over his shoulder.

“Nope. Can’t find anything on a Clocktower society, Twilight. Oops. I mean, Dusk Shine.”

Dusk gave a sigh as he twisted his head around a bit further so he could look at Spike, who was making exaggerated quotation marks with his fingers. “You’re not going to give it a rest, are you?”

“Are you kidding me? I mean, I’m not surprised you did this to yourself. As soon as I saw that blank checkbox I told myself, ‘Spike, Twilight’s going to try and do this.’ And I was right. But Rarity tossing a bench at you and breaking the reversal potion because she thought you were an intruder? And now you’re stuck until you can get the very rare ingredients you need for the reversal potion.The whole thing is comedy gold.”

Dusk felt a small bit of satisfaction, mixed with his annoyance at being teased, that Spike had bought his story and had no idea of the real truth. Like the fact that Rarity had attacked him because she thought he was raping Pinkie and not just because he was an intruder. Or that he actually already had a new batch of reversal potion. The biggest secret he was keeping was, of course, that he had decided he was going to stay a stallion, at least for the foreseeable future. Not just because Applejack needed him to, but because he just felt more comfortable in this body.

And really, a couple of weeks was far too insufficient an amount of time to do a proper comparison study on the effect of male hormones on the cognitive functions. Even if you removed all other considerations, that alone was more than enough justification to remain male. Already he had discovered that he was far more sexually aggressive. Though, to be accurate, that was not exactly significant given that he really hadn’t possessed any real sexual interest prior to his transformation.

He would give it a few months. If in that time he had not discovered a cure for Applejack he would tell Spike that he’d failed to find the critical ingredients needed to restore his female form and that he was just going to have to learn to live as a stallion. If he had found a cure—well, at that point he would have an important decision to make about how he wanted to spend the rest of his life.

Spike was still chortling over Dusk’s predicament. “You just can’t make stuff like this up. Oh, oh! You gotta promise me. I want to be here when Rainbow Dash gets back from visiting Gilda. I want to see her face when she spots you for the first time. Man, where did I stick my camera? I gotta get a shot of that.”

“Right after we get a shot of her laughing at your pants,” Dusk grumped. Like himself, Spike had taken to wearing pants in the last month. Unlike him, who had allowed Rarity total creative control, Spike had opted for a more decorative garment. The chromatic assault of his swirling red and green garment was just short of nausea inducing.

Spike’s sudden desire to wear pants had accompanied a recent growth spurt that had seen his legs grow much longer in proportion to the rest of his body even as that body grew as well. He was now only an inch or so shy of Dusk’s height, which in turn was half a head taller than Dusk had been while female. If he had still been female he would have had to look up slightly to meet Spike’s eyes. Spike’s tail had also grown, becoming thicker and longer. While Dusk hadn’t seen Spike do so, he wouldn’t have been surprised to discover that the dragon could lean back against it as if it were a third leg.

“Hey, these are styling,” Spike defended his beloved garment. He struck a fashion model pose that flexed his legs and displayed the powerful muscles that rippled underneath his tight garment.

Dusk resisted the urge to make gagging noises. He was too mature for that. He’d leave it to Rainbow Dash. “Yes, well, you’ll be happy to know I’ve pretty much eliminated greed as being a factor in your growth this time. None of the biological traces I recorded during that episode are present in the same proportions. That leaves the goldfish theory, or puberty, or both. The marked increase in what I believe is dragon testosterone would make me lean toward puberty, but even then I think the goldfish supposition is a distinct possibility as well.”

Thinking of puberty Dusk wondered if Spike’s motivation for wearing pants had less to do with a poorly developed fashion sense and more to conceal the same thing Dusk wore them for. Namely to keep his uncontrolled and spontaneous erections from becoming public. Shining Armor had certainly suffered from that when he was around the same age as Spike was now. But Dusk had no idea how to ask if this was the case. It wasn’t like he was Spike’s doctor. Did the bro code Spike was always going on about allow that sort of questioning? Or were males supposed to keep details of their genitalia private?

“Goldfish? You think I’m turning into a fish?” Spike asked in an appalled voice.

“Huh? Oh, no, nothing like that. There is a theory that dragons are a bit like goldfish. Their size and growth is determined by their environment. You spent almost all of your life sharing a room with me. Now we’re living in this oversized mausoleum of a palace and you have your own, very large, room to live in. So it’s possible you are growing to fit your new environment. If you were a typical dragon living in the wild your only check on growth would be your natural potential. Of course all dragons are different. As a species you are metamorphic to a certain extent. No two dragons are identical. It could be argued that every dragon is a sub-species onto themselves. So, it’s very hard to tell what your maximum potential size might be. You might already be close to it, or you might become as large as Ember’s father given enough time.

“Or it may just be puberty. You will be turning eighteen in a couple of weeks after all. Oh, I’d better remember to mention that to Pinkie Pie. She’ll want to throw a special party. Anyway, I don’t know if you are coming into puberty late, early, or right on time, for a dragon. It is about right for ponies. Sweetie Belle and her friends are all about the same age as you are and they are going through a growth spurt as well if you haven’t noticed.”

“Oh, I’ve noticed,” Spike said in a rather dreamy tone, before catching himself and sputtering out, “How could I miss it, they’re shooting up like weeds. Not as fast as me, though,” he finished with a certain smugness.

“Well, I just hope your growth plateaus off soon,” Dusk said with a worried frown. “I really hope the goldfish theory holds some validity.”

“I am not going to let you lock me into a little box to see if it affects my growth,” Spike growled, getting his protest in preemptively.

“Spike! I would never do that,” Dusk protested, but then he developed a speculative look. “We could move you back into my room, to see if that moderates your growth.”

“No!” Spike blurted out in horror. “I like having my own space. I don’t have to worry about you finding my—comics—all over the place. Right! My comics.”

“It was just a thought, Spike,” Dusk said hastily. “I have—stuff too now that I have a room all to myself.”

“Well, okay then.”

The two of them continued to look through the shelves together for a few moments and then Spike coughed and said. “Say, Twilight, I mean, Dusk. I just wanted to let you know. I’m going to be away for a few days. I promised a few friends that I’d go camping in the woods with them.”

“You have friends? Besides me and the others? And Big Mac?”

“Of course I have friends. We’ve been living in Ponyville for over two years. Of course I’ve made friends,” Spike said a bit huffily.

“That’s great, Spike. Really. You might as well go on your trip. Especially if you promised. I don’t think we’re going to find anything about a Clocktower Society if we haven’t already and I have some important research I need to focus on. You’d be rattling around the castle all by yourself with me locked up in the lab.”

“Great! Uh, I’m not sure how long the camping trip will be, we sort of plan on seeing if we can live off the land for a few days.”

“Fine, fine, you enjoy yourself. Just try to get word back to me every day or so if you can.”

“Sure thing, Dusk. I’ll be sure to do that.”

Spike turned to leave the room, and almost ran into Rarity who was coming into the room just as he was leaving. She was wearing one of her going to the big city outfits and was much more fully covered than had been the norm recently where she had taken to mostly wearing accessories rather than full outfits. A tastefully decorated saddlebag was slung over her shoulder.

“Oh, sorry, Rarity,” Spike apologized.

Dusk’s head came up and his nostrils flared slightly. “Rarity! You’re back from Canterlot!”

‘Of course, darling. I told you it was just a flying visit. And Spike,” Rarity hesitated for a moment, then visibly pulled herself up and said, “I was wondering if maybe you and I could have a little chat? Just the two of us?”

Spike had been trying to edge around Rarity to get to the door but he paused at her question, looking a bit torn. “I’d really like to, Rarity. But I’ve got plans with some friends and they’re waiting for me. Can we do it some other time?”

“Oh. Really? Well, yes. I suppose we could do it some other time. You have a good time.” Rarity looked both relieved, and a bit put out, as Spike hurried from the room.

“Hi,” Dusk said, suddenly feeling shy. He took a step toward Rarity, and then had to pause to adjust the fit of his pants.

Rarity’s gaze took on a sultry look and she said, “I can take care of that for you if you want, darling.” Her eyes ran down his chest and focused on the front of his pants as she licked her muzzle suggestively.

Dusk swallowed and looked very tempted. He glanced over at the door Spike had just left by and took another step toward Rarity, before pausing with a look of regret on his face. “I’d better not. I need to be ready if Applejack’s condition gets so bad she needs emergency treatment.”

Rarity’s expression shifted from the disappointment she’d expressed at Dusk’s initial rejection, to downright annoyance. “You mean, Applejack is still in denial. That pony. I swear I want to give her such a shake. Or a good spanking. But that would be more your department, my sweet evil prince.”

Dusk blushed, but admitted. “I have to confess, the thought had crossed my mind, once or twice.” Then he sighed. “But, Applejack is a free pony. We may be trying to learn how to pass as master and slaves, but we all have free will. In the end she has the final say, no matter how afraid for her we are. We can’t force her to take the treatment she needs. Not when the treatment is such an invasion of her body.”

“She didn’t seem to mind you invading her body a few days ago,” Rarity said in a dry tone. “Really, Dusk, that pony is just being too stubborn for words. You need to put your hoof down and take a firm hand. I was there you know. I may have been occupied, but I did hear you two talking, afterwards. You confessed that being in total control of a mare greatly aroused you, and Applejack confessed to enjoying the fantasy of being controlled and forced by one or more powerful males. Did it ever occur to you, idiot darling, that maybe Applejack wants you to take control, to make the first move? You bought her, darling, for cash money, and the poor mare almost exploded on the spot when you did. She wants to be owned and used by you. So do it, for goodness’ sake.”

“I—didn’t. Do you really think? She did let me put a collar around her neck. That would seem to indicate—no, I can’t go there. Much as I’d like that to be the case, I can’t just assume that is what she wants. What if we’re wrong?” he said plaintively. “Right now I’m sure she thinks we were both still partly under the spell I used when I bought her from Big Mac. I can’t say for sure she’s wrong, and if she’s right and I force her against her will she’d never trust me again. I won’t be like King Duneyrr and take her against her will. I will do everything in my power to keep that from happening to her ever again.”

“Then talk to her for goodness’ sake, Dusk. Make her listen, and ask flat out if she wants to be your slave. To be forced into sex by you. You know if you don’t give her room to dodge the question she’ll have to be honest.” Rarity said in exasperation.

“Look at this,” Rarity said as she fumbled in the saddlebag she had slung over her shoulder. She pulled out a sheet of paper and held it out to Dusk. “I picked this up at a little shop I frequent in Canterlot. A shop that specializes in the sort of games we have been playing recently and the game equipment that goes with them.”

Glad of the distraction, and always interested in new information he took the sheet for Rarity and looked at it. In huge black bold letters at the top it said.

“Talk to your partner!”

Underneath, in much less dramatic font, it said.

Forget about the toys. Forget about the kink. The most important aspect of a safe and loving bdsm relationship is honest communication. You have to be honest with your partner. Don’t make them guess and wonder. Tell them the truth. Tell them what you want, what you like.

Just as important.

"listen to your partner!"

Don’t go off on a daydream of how your scene will go. Listen to your partner when they tell you what they like, what they want. Listen honestly. Don’t filter it through your own expectations and wants.

This is the bedrock of a good BDSM relationship. Everything flows from this. If you can’t do these two things you can never truly have a safe fulfilling relationship and there is no point in progressing to actual BDSM play.

That was all it said.

“The store clerk said there was no point in any other instructions until I had complied with these directions,” Rarity said as Dusk finished reading and looked up at her with a puzzle expression.

“It makes sense,” Dusk said slowly as he reread the single page. “I haven’t been honest with Applejack. She thinks I’m making a sacrifice by staying in this body. Maybe if I tell her that no matter what I have no intention of going back to being female?”

“It would be start, darling. You might also mention that you dearly want to turn her over your knee and tan her stubborn posterior, and then tie her over a fence so you can service her whenever the inclination takes you.”

“Ouch,” Dusk whimpered. Not in sympathy pain for Applejack in Rarity’s scenario, but because his penis had expanded inside his pants at the idea.

“Exactly, Dusk dear,” Rarity said as she glanced down at the very visible bulge in his pants.

“And in the spirit of honesty, I will confess that while my fantasies may be slightly more decorous than Applejack’s and not as earthy shall we say, the end result, you in control of me and my belly filled with your seed is much the same. But, I have other inclinations I confess. I very much enjoy training recalcitrant mares. It would give me great pleasure to make sure the other members of your harem are well disciplined and regularly exercised.” Rarity’s eyes grew distant and she added. “In fact, I would greatly enjoy teaching Applejack the proper behavior expected from a slave.”

Dusk wasn’t really listening, thus violating the second directive on the sheet he was still holding moments after reading it. “I can’t help but think that Applejack and I can’t really have an honest relationship so long as she suffers from that taint. It forces her into sexual activity.”

“I don’t agree with you, Dusk. What you are saying is of course true. But you could say the same thing about perfectly normal arousal. Ponies don’t indulge in sex because it is a necessity. Well, not normally. They do it because it feels good and they wish to feel that pleasure, and a fuller connection with their partners. And, please remember that Applejack did confess to you that her inclinations predated her experience in the horrid place. And neither Pinkie Pie, myself, or you for that matter, are in anyway influenced by outside forces. And we are not alone. There are many ponies who indulge in such activity.”

“But it would make things so much easier if I could only cure Applejack,” Dusk said morosely. “Maybe that is what I should be focusing on. A cure would simplify things greatly.” Lost in thought Dusk put down the flyer in his hand and walked across to his white board. In a matter of seconds he was lost in the complicated notations he was making.

“Applejack isn’t the only one who needs a good switching,” Rarity said with some exasperation. She glanced down at the sheet Dusk had discarded, seeing the small logo in the corner while not really noticing it. A tiny image of a Clock Tower with the twined letters TCS underneath it.

With a sigh, knowing that Dusk was lost to the world for the foreseeable future, Rarity left the room while wondering if Pinkie Pie might be interested in a little tea, and a strategy session. Really, until they fixed this mess that Applejack and Dusk had gotten themselves into none of them were going to be playing, or as Pinkie would put it, partyyyyinng.

“Though,” Rarity mused while a thoughtful look crossed Rarity’s face as she trotted down the hallway. “there really is no reason I could not have a private little game with Pinkie. It might be just the thing to work off some of my frustration. And I’m quite sure that I can be even more scary than our favorite stallion.” With a rather wicked grin on her face Rarity headed for Sugarcube Corner to see if her proposed victim would be off work soon.

Dusk gave a groan as he straightened up. Bending backwards till his mane fell past his ass he placed both hands in the small of his back and stretched out the kinks that resulted from several hours bent over a lab bench. With a sigh of relief he straightened up and examined the results of his hours of effort.

The mostly translucent device on the bench twinkled and glowed with a lavender shade reflecting his personal magic. Which was to be expected as over ninety percent of it was a magical construct. Nothing else would be able to achieve the detailed resolution he needed. The problem of Applejack’s taint, and Bother’s had already been examined by some of the best medical minds in Canterlot, who had determined that there was no possibility of a cure. That meant that Dusk had to delve deeper and separate the most fundamental thaumatic particles he could resolve. He glanced at the note he had left for himself on his whiteboard, and gave a nod. He would find a solution. One that didn’t involve Applejack needing to absorb massive amounts of earth pony magic via coitus.

Unfortunately, to get the details he needed, the diagnostic magic he had just set up would need days, if not weeks. In the meantime Applejack would, eventually, need to be serviced either by him, or several other earth pony stallions. That meant he would have to put his hoof down during his next visit to Sweet Apple Acres. Distasteful as Applejack might find it, they had already had vigorous and enjoyable coitus. Surely it would be easier for her to accept his help instead of being forced to seek out alternative partners?

Dusk could not help a grimace from appearing on his face at the thought of his next visit to Sweet Apple Acres this evening. Mostly because remembering how being inside Applejack’s tight vagina had felt was causing his penis to swell. And that was adding to the pain from his already sore testicles. He shifted his legs slightly in an attempt to ease the ache.

Being a stallion was not all fun and games, that was for sure. There were some serious downsides that came with his new reproductive organs. The very first day he’d had them he’d carelessly bumped into a bench corner and had almost gone to his knees from the pain. But that sort of thing could be prevented once you were aware of them. It was the dangers you could not avoid that really highlighted the downsides. Like stubborn mares who refused to admit they needed help, but who weren’t in the least shy about all but rubbing their firm asses in his face.

In fact, looking back at Applejack’s behavior over the last three days he was thinking that Rarity’s theory might just hold some validity. Was Applejack really trying to goad him into some sort of forceful action? If the invasion of privacy didn’t go against his personal ethics he really could use a telepathy spell. Lacking that, he was forced to ere on the side of caution and take Applejack at her word. Only, Applejack had never said she didn’t want to have sex with him. Only that she didn’t want Dusk to sacrifice his gender. That might be important. Applejack would never tell a direct lie. Rarity was right about that. He might not be prepared to take unilateral action and take his friend by force, but he was more than ready to ask some hard direct questions. He had to. He didn’t think his testicles could survive much more of this.

He’d been suffering from a nearly full time erection for the last two days, waiting for Applejack to come to her senses. It wouldn’t have been as bad if he had the raw earth magic of Big Mac, he would have been able to seek relief either from his own hoof, or from Rarity and/or Pinkie Pie, safe in the knowledge that once Applejack came to her senses he’d be ready and able to recharge her energies. But he still didn’t have a good handle on that aspect of his Alicorn magic, and he couldn’t afford to waste his resources on non-productive fornication.

Dusk shifted his stance again, and couldn’t help but think of the first time he’d heard the term blue balls, and that his only thought at the time had been curiosity. Or rather her thought. He gave a wry grin as he recalled his young female self asking her father to let her examine his testicles. So she could measure the chromatic change when they turned blue. “Doesn’t seem nearly as funny now, does it, Dusk?” he asked himself with a weak laugh.

“Really, darling. You have been cooped up by yourself for far too long if you are talking to yourself,” Rarity drawled from the door into the lab. “Or even worse, laughing at your own jokes.” Rarity shuddered. “Believe me, darling. You do not want to go down that road.”

Dusk glanced at the door, and froze in place. Rarity was fully dressed—sort of. The stiff corset she was wearing did cover her breasts, but at the same time it shoved them up and out as if offering them to anyone who might like to try a taste. And if her nipples were covered, it was by the barest of margins. The top of her areola were clearly visible. Unconsciously he found himself licking his lips in memory of sucking on those luscious globes.

As for Rarity’s lower half, the long stockings and garter belt in combination with the lacy panties she was wearing did more to frame her attractive legs and pelvic area than to conceal them.

Still, as long as Dusk didn’t focus too closely, Rarity’s blatant sexuality was not nearly as overpowering as that of a certain farm pony who seemed to have given up on clothes, and modesty, completely. But, still, it was a good thing he was wearing thick pants and a buttoned up labcoat strong enough to hide his current condition. If Rarity got a good look at his erection she might get ideas, and he wasn’t sure he still had the willpower to put her off the way he had a few hours earlier.

He wondered if the diagnostic he was running would show a small amount of cross contamination present in his and Big Mac’s samples. He was really starting to seriously wonder if their belief that the taint was not sexually transmitted was true. Surely this constant state of arousal was unnatural?

“Here you are again, Prince Dusk Shine. Disappearing into your own private little world. When was the last time you ate?” she chided him.

Dusk winced. “Please, just Dusk Shine, Rarity. Or even better, just Dusk. You never used my title when I was a princess.”

“That is not completely true, Dusk, my dear. I did use your title during official functions and during affairs of state. But to be fair, I will concede that perhaps I should remit your title except for those times when I’m addressing the prince and not my friend.”

“I’m always your friend, Rarity,” Dusk protested.

“And Princess Celestia has always been yours, but I do not recall ever hearing you address her as Celestia, or Tia, as her sister is wont to do.”

Dusk visibly flinched. “That’s different. Princess Celestia is, is, well, she’s Princess Celestia.”

“Oh, most cogently argued, darling,” Rarity said with an amused smirk. “But, please concede this. There are times when you are, and need to be, Prince Dusk Shine.”

Dusk could not keep an unhappy expression from appearing on his face, but he gave a nod, even as he protested. “But I don’t feel like a Prince.” He quickly added, before Rarity could. “And it’s not just because I’ve only been a stallion for a short time. I really never felt like a princess either.”

“I know that, darling. But what you feel does not change the fact that you were a princess and are now a prince. And really, darling. It is just as well. Feeling that you are superior is not something to be desired, even if you are. I’m sure Princess Celestia would agree with me that being royal is about responsibility, and not privilege or entitlement. No matter what some other princes might believe.” she finished with a scowl.

Rarity wiped the angry look from her face as she smiled at Dusk and continued. “I’ve never known anyone who took their responsibilities more seriously than you do, darling. Sometimes too far even.”

Dusk winced. He wasn’t sure if Rarity was referring to the time he had gone out of control over not having anything to write to Princess Celestia and had brainwashed the entire town with a want-it-need-it spell, or something else, but there was no denying that he sometimes let his sense of responsibility outweigh his common sense. It was one of the reasons he hadn’t recast his “it’s-really-real” spell on Applejack, or himself, so she would go back to thinking she was the property of the evil Prince Dusk Shine, and he could go back to feeling the same way, and without any reservations about using her sexually. He had been more than a little dismayed the day after when the full impact of his behavior had hit home. It was scary how easily he had turned him into something that was that close to the way King Duneyrr must feel all the time.

While it was true that Applejack had consented to the casting of the spell, she had not really understood the implications. And to be fair, neither had he. Now it was different. Applejack was fully aware of what would happen when he cast the spell and he knew she would never consent to him using it again.

And even if she did, he wouldn’t cast it on himself. The effects still lingered in him if the dreams he’d had for the last two nights were any indication. There didn’t seem to be an hour that went by when he didn’t spend some time imagining how simple it would be to render Applejack helpless and have his way with her. And the worst thing was how attractive those urgings were in his dreams.

“Seriously, Dusk. When was the last time you ate?” Rarity repeated her earlier question as she took a firm hold of Dusk’s muzzle with her magic and forced it around so he was looking her in the eyes. “I know you are quite distracted at the moment. What with worry over Applejack, and the stress of learning how to behave as a stallion, but you really must not neglect your health. You will do none of us any good if you lack the strength to perform your duties as our coltfriend,” she finished with a roguish smile as she leaned forward to give him a small kiss on the tip of his muzzle.

Dusk flinched slightly at her kiss, mostly because the close proximity allowed him to look straight down Rarity’s cleavage at the same time as her breasts pressed against his chest. Lab coat notwithstanding, he swore he could feel the heat of her body seeping into his own. He let out a frustrated groan as the ache in his testicles notched upward and his penis threatened to rip out of his pants; despite the double stitching he had insisted on when Rarity made them.

With a shudder, Dusk placed his hands on Rarity’s shoulders and pushed her backward. “I’m sorry. I’m an awful coltfriend. But you know I need to conserve my resources for Applejack.”

Rarity rolled her eyes. “Believe me. Both Pinkie Pie and I are well aware of the situation, darling. But, you really do need to get over yourself. We do not share Applejack’s condition. Going without your throbbing stallionhood will not deprive us of our health or sanity. My mind is quite clear, and Pinkie—well, Pinkie has never really been quite what you would call sane. We managed for many years before you decided to change your gender and ravage our pure helpless bodies. I’m sure we can endure our withdrawal symptoms till you find a solution to what ails Applejack.”

Dusk blushed at Rarity’s teasing, and more than slightly sarcastic, words. “You’re right,” he admitted. “You don’t really need me.”

“Oh no. I would never go that far, darling. I’m afraid you’ve quite spoiled us for other stallions. While I would be the first to admit that Applejack’s delicious big brother is a very talented pony, he is no substitute for you. But never you fear, Pinkie Pie and I will contrive to entertain ourselves till you are once again available.”

“Oh, that’s good…” Dusk started to say, and then stumbled as he remembered that the term entertain had taken a on whole new meaning over the last two weeks. “Wait, what?” he blurted out.

“Pinkie Pie, you ignorant slut. Our master’s dinner is getting cold. Move your lazy perky pink ass and bring it in right this instant,” Rarity called out, her vocal tone shifting from warm as melted butter to chill as Sombra’s heart in an instant. From somewhere she produced a long leather crop that she slapped into a suddenly black gloved left hand as she glared icicles at the doorway.

Dusk was so shocked by Rarity’s sudden change in personality that he froze in place. And then Pinkie stepped through the door and any capacity he had for intelligent speech left him. “Gah!” he exclaimed as he took in the party pony’s appearance.

Like Rarity, Pinkie Pie was wearing a corset, but hers was only a six inch band below her breasts, which were not so much covered as supported by the stiff material. Her forearms were secured to the back of this band behind her back, thrusting her chest forward. Which might have explained why her breasts looked even bigger than usual. A black collar was wrapped around her neck and an oversized bit filled her mouth and forced it open. Pinkie’s jaws clenched and a squeaking sound came from the bit, indicating it was a rubber novelty rather than some sort of serious bondage gear.

The pink pony was naked below the mini-corset, and as she turned slightly Dusk could see that her dock was bound tightly, forcing the remainder of her tail to arch upwards behind her before falling down in a smooth flow of pastel curly pink hair. The lifted tail meant also meant that her tight cleft was fully exposed, and vulnerable. Between Pinkie’s ankles was a short hobble that was forcing the usually bouncy pony to take small mincing steps. Each one causing her breasts to jiggle like the most wonderful jello molds ever.

All of that paled in comparison to the dinner tray that Pinkie was carrying. More properly, considering that her arms were bound behind her back, the tray was secured to her. The back of it was pressed up against her corset and tight up against her breasts so that the large pink globes were actually resting on top of it. Dusk had to assume it was secured to the breast band in some way. Two strings ran from the front corners up to Pinkie’s collar.

As long as Pinkie kept her back straight, the tray would stay level. If she bent forward, the contents would spill all over the floor. If she bent backward it would spill all over her. Not a good thing as a large teapot with steam escaping its pour spout had place of honor on the tray. There were also two delicate tea cups and two plates of tasty looking sandwiches. If Dusk was not mistaken they were big thick toasted, tomato, lettuce and haycon. One of his favorite comfort foods.

While Dusk was busy ogling Pinkie’s engorged tits, and the food, Rarity struck out with her crop and left a livid welt across the top of Pinkie’s breasts, causing the pink pony to flinch and the glassware on the plate to rattle. “What took you so long, slut? Our master was starving and you weren’t here.”

An apologetic squeak issued from the bit in Pinkie’s mouth.

“Rarity!” Dusk cried out. “You can’t do that to Pinkie!” He reached out and snatched the crop out of Rarity’s hand.

Loud squeaks exploded from Pinkie’s mouth, and the look she directed at Dusk allowed him to easily translate them as “Don’t be such a party pooper, Dusky.”

Rarity only rolled her eyes and reached out to rub a gloved thumb over the welt on Pinkie’s breasts. The welt smudged and when she held up the digit for him to look at he could clearly make out a stain in the same color of the welt.

“Oh,” Dusk said in a weak tone as he examined the crop and saw that the outer surface was covered in felt that had been stained red. With an embarrassed expression he handed it back to Rarity.

“Offer our master his food, slut,” Rarity ordered Pinkie, dropping right back into dominatrix mode without missing a beat. As soon as the bound mare hobbled past her she gave her two quick swats across her ass cheeks. Once again the crop left livid red welts, but the smack sound that accompanied the strike showed that Rarity had used more force this time than the last.

Pinkie’s step hitched again, and the dishes rattled. Dusk hastily used his magic and transferred the contents from the tray to the table.

“Clumsy slut!” Rarity snapped at Pinkie Pie. “You had best pray that our master will be merciful.” The angry unicorn turned to face Dusk. “What do you suggest we do with this clumsy sow, master? Shall we throw her to the prisoners in the dungeon? They have not had a sniff of a female in years. There would be little left of her by the time they sated their lust on her body.”

“Ah, well, maybe, how about she just joins us for the meal.”

“You are far too soft, master. But your word is of course my command.” Rarity took a seat on the other side of the bench and picked up the teapot with her magic. “Shall I be mother, master?” she asked.

“Ah, sure, if you like,” Dusk mumbled as Pinkie moved up till she was standing beside Rarity.

Unseen by Dusk, who eyes were riveted south of Pinkie’s belly button, Rarity’s crop lifted into the air and moved behind Pinkie. The pink pony gave a startled squeak and lifted up on the tip of her hooves as the crop passed between her legs and then lifted up till the round shaft parted the lips of her sex. Once it was securely in place it began to slowly move back and forth.

Dusk was finding it pretty much impossible to keep his eyes off of Pinkie’s breasts; especially as they were no longer partially obscured by the contents of the tray. From this close he was sure that they were bigger than they had been. Was something wrong with them? Or was this a normal female thing he had never noticed? His breasts had certainly never swelled a cup size overnight. But then his breasts has barely been A-cup.

“Would you like some cream for your tea, master?” Rarity asked as she set down the teapot.

“Hmmm? Cream? Oh. Certainly. Thank you,” Dusk said, not even glancing at Rarity. Most of his attention was on the bulging mammaries in front of him, and what part of his mind that was not so occupied was making mental notes on the effects of male hormones on everyday perceptions. He’d never found his friend’s breasts this fascinating when he’d had a pair of his own.

Being so preoccupied, it was no wonder that Dusk was unaware of what Rarity was doing till a pair of teacups floated between his eyes and Pinkie’s breasts. He blinked as he came out of his ta ta induced trance just in time to see Rarity’s magic compress the base of Pinkie’s breasts. The ring of magic moved outward, squeezing soft tit flesh and growing smaller as they progressed. Soon they reached Pinkie’s nipples and when they did twin jets of milk shot from both of the engorged teats and splashed into the cups of tea held in front of them.

Pinkie’s eyes rolled up in her head as she tilted her muzzle toward the ceiling. A long slow squeak emerged from her rubber bit, sounding far more erotic than such a noise should.

Dusk saw none of this, his attention was fully on the cup Rarity floated through the air and set down in front of him.

“I think you’ll find you need not add any sweetener, Dusk darling,” Rarity remarked in a casual voice as she made a production of taking a delicate sip of her own Pinkie flavored tea. “Very tasty. I must remember to thank Nurse Redheart for the lactation spell.”

“GUhhhh,” Dusk said articulately, as a wet spot grew in the front of his pants.

Author's Note

I really hope I got a few giggles.

I do want to try and include a memorable kinky scene in each chapter, but what really makes me happy is if I can cause a few smiles.

Ch3 Apple home lessons

Dusk Shine and the Mysterious Society
Ch3 Apple Home Lessons

Big McIntosh Apple slumped backward in his personal kitchen chair. A bit of furniture that had been passed down from father to eldest son in his family for generations. It wasn’t pretty, but it was heavily built and more than sturdy enough to hold the big stallion, barely squeaking when he shifted his hips slightly. High-backed with well-worn arms it had seen many changes at the farm over the years. But Mac wondered if it had ever seen anything the like of what was going on in the kitchen at this minute.

Over to the side, his sister Applejack was sitting at the table wearing nothing but a black slave collar around her neck. She was totally immersed in reading one of a large stack of notebooks and seemed oblivious to the fact that her large breasts were laying on the top of the table as she leaned forward to read. The particular journal she was holding had been written by one of their great-aunts. The section Applejack was currently perusing detailed a birthday present their great aunt had been given soon after the family had set out to homestead the land that would one day become Sweet Apple Acres. The gift had been a sex scenario set in the old unicorn kingdom that had resulted in her being gang raped by a group of stallions who her imaginary brother had offended by raping their equally imaginary sister. She had thoroughly enjoyed the experience.

From Applejack’s flushed face and the way she was squirming on her chair it was clear to Big Mac that she was finding reading about it almost as stimulating as their aunt had doing it. It was a far stronger reaction than what she’d displayed reading a different journal earlier. It had been written by another aunt, one who enjoyed a lifestyle similar to what Bother enjoyed. Very subservient, very obedient.

This pretty much proved what Mac had already suspected. His sister had a strong liking for forced sex fantasy, and not much at the thought of being a submissive slave.

The document, and the others staked on the table in front of Applejack had been written when Sweet Apple Acres was nothing more than a land grant from Princess Celestia, and a dream held by the holders of that grant. Most of the information about that time had been passed down verbally through the generations. But it turned out that all the original homesteaders had taken the time to write down the more private details of their lives. The sort of stories you didn’t speak out loud, and only shared with adults with similar inclinations. Granny Smith had decided that Big Mac fit the bill after he sold his sister to Dusk Shine.

How she had found out about it he had no idea.

Big Mac had been shocked to his core when he’d first read the journals after Granny had given them to him three days ago. It turned out that all his ancestors had belonged to something called ‘The ClockTower Society’. In addition to homesteading the land, his family had also been charged with purging it of the chaotic magic that had resulted from the battle between Princess Celestia and her sister, Princess Luna. Purging it with earth magic fueled by constant kinky sex.

It turned out that the ClockTower Society was a place for ponies who enjoyed playing sex games that would be frowned on by the general population. Specifically in the case of his family, bondage and domination games. All his great aunts, and great grandmother, were as it turned out, the slaves and property of his great grandfather. That pony in turn took great pleasure in exercising his ownership rights by making use of their bodies in numerous ways that would not be approved of by the general run-of-the-mill pony. They were also hard-working, loving, and fiercely protective of each other and who were fully aware that the whole slave/master thing was make-believe.

Big Mac had become very familiar with those sort of sexual practices thanks to the quirks of his own personal sex-slave. It had taken her a little while to figure out how poorly educated he was, but ever since she had she’d been going to great lengths to educate him on the proper care and feeding of sex-slaves. In her own submissive way, of course.

Said sex-slave was currently kneeling under the kitchen table between Big Mac’s legs using her tongue to remove all traces of her recent blow job and his orgasm as a result of that same oral exploration. He shifted slightly in his chair as she licked and sucked on his flaccid cock in an attempt to get him hard enough to fuck her without mercy. Bother was not a big fan of mercy. At least when directed at her. Thanks in part to her upbringing in Caridoon. Ponies from that land enjoyed the same sort of sex games as his ancestors had, and all the other members of the ClockTower back in the day.

Only, unlike Caridoon, where females were enslaved for life and with no choice in the matter, the sort of slavery that the ClockTower society promoted was loving, and most important, consensual. Big Mac’s female ancestors had been his great grandfather’s willing slaves, and they had been free to end the relationship at any point if they wished. It said a lot about his ancestor that none of them had chosen to do so. Plus, it was pretty clear that they only practiced their lifestyle recreationally. After the settlement of Ponyville had commenced they had all lived a life identical to the general population, in public. In private it was very different.

Several of the journals had mentioned, near the end, how sad his great-aunts had been that their lives of total immersion into the slavery lifestyle had ended.

That was the sort of relationship Mac was trying to foster with Brother, but the small deer was having a difficult time coming to grips with the idea that she had the right to ask him to stop if what he was doing was causing her too much discomfort. Or that there was no need for her to live the life of a slave every hour of every day.

It was ironic that the means he had finally discovered to do that, from reading the books Granny had given him, had been to explain to Bother that if she would not tell him when he was being too rough, he would have to hold back, and not fuck her as hard as she wanted him to. Only by being honest about her level of discomfort could she earn his trust and allow him to fully enjoy her body instead of treating her like a fine bit of china that would break if he breathed on her too hard. In the end, it turned out that it was a safewords that turned the trick. Bother was incapable of telling him NO! or STOP!, slaves simply didn’t tell their master that. Staircase, on the other hoof was a perfectly fine word, and if Big Mac took her saying that to mean she would like him to ease back a bit, well that was his prerogative as a master.

So far it seemed to be working. The real proof would come in a few minutes when she got him hard again and he gave her the rough fuck he had promised her.

Big Mac gave his head a mental shake at his casual attitude toward the idea of violently fucking a small helpless female. No, more than that. He was actually looking forward to it. He had changed so much in the last month. For most of his adult life he had been so lost in self-loathing at his own violent sexual inclinations that he could barely bring himself to talk to a mare. The very idea of engaging in sex with another pony had sent him scampering like a frightened rabbit. He had been afraid that if he started he would not be able to control himself and would seriously hurt the mare by rutting her too hard.

That this was no longer the case was all due to Princess Luna.

When Applejack had been kidnapped by the ruler of Caridoon, one of the possible solutions proposed by Princess Luna had been for him to go into Caridoon and get her back. Princess Celestia had rejected the idea. Even after Princess Luna pointed out that as her brother and the senior male in their family, Caridoon law gave him certain rights in regard to Applejack. He could not prevent her from being a slave. But, he could select her first owner.

The plan Princess Luna had suggested would have been for him to go into Caridoon with another stallion—that they had never gotten around to selecting before Princess Celestia teleported Applejack free—and give him Applejack as his slave. Then the three of them would come home to Equestria where Applejack would be free.

Princess Celestia’s protest had stemmed from the fact that Big Mac was a good pony who the evil creatures of Caridoon would either ignore, or destroy. Princess Luna had a solution to that, one her sister refused to consider, but privately Big Mac had begged Luna to do it. She had agreed.

Princess Luna had adjusted him so he’d be able to fit into the Caridoon culture. In other words, she had turned him into a monster. Or more correctly, she had cut the mental chains that had restrained the beast that had always been inside of him.

She had used her magic to enter dreams to delve into his subconscious and remove the self-created mental blocks that prevented him from being the sort of pony his sister needed him to be. Luna had warned him of the possible consequences up front. That it might make it impossible for him to live a normal life in Equestria. He might have to be locked up as a danger to the community outside of Caridoon. He had accepted that. He had been willing to pay any price to save his sister.

Luna’s spell had worked. She had proven this by verbally goading him till he lost his temper and attacked her. Big Mac half suspected that her test had been as much for her benefit as it had been for him. She had certainly confessed the next morning to having thoroughly enjoyed his assault. Thinking back, that was his first contact with the concept of violent sexual play, and consent. Though at the time Luna’s consent had stemmed from the fact that she had not incinerated him when he had assaulted her rather than any verbal cue she had given him.

The morning after he had woken fearful that Luna’s worst consequences had happened and he’d been turned into a monster who could not be trusted around defenseless mares. But Luna had proven that was not the case when she enlisted Bother to clean the evidence of the night before from his body. One thing had led to another, but faced with the little submissive, Mac had been gentle and considerate.

It turned out that Big Mac’s protective instincts were more than enough to keep the beast at bay. But, at the same time, if the female he was with wanted it rough, he now had zero reservations about giving her exactly what she wanted. And, while they had not had a chance to test it, both he and Luna were certain that if he were confronted with a male threatening to harm Applejack, or any other female, he would react without hesitation and with extreme force.

There really was no need need to test that, actually. The whole reason he had possessed a mental block against violence was due to the fact that he had decimated six ponies who had threatened Applejack back when he was just eighteen. He had done this not in a blind red rage, but with calm cold viciousness. Princess Luna had assured him that this made him a very rare pony indeed. Hardly any pony who had not undergone extensive training was capable of such instant controlled violence. Maybe most importantly, she considered this a good thing, and argued the case so well that Big Mac could not argue with her.

Now, because of Luna’s meddling, Big Mac no longer felt guilt over being that sort of pony.

Princess Luna had been right when she said that sometimes what was needed for the job was a monster. To protect his family and friends he would walk into Caridoon and not come out until he had freed Princess Celestia’s other half from her prison, and he would do whatever it took to do that. And if he got the chance to punch King Duneyrr in the muzzle, and break all four of his limbs, after ripping out his horn, well, that would be a nice perk.

Until then he would happily rut Bother to the point where she had to beg him to go easy, and enjoy every moment of it, but he would also stop instantly when she used her safewords.

And it wasn’t just Bother he would happily rut till they begged for mercy, Big Mac thought as he continued to watch Applejack squirm on her chair while reading an account of how her great-aunt had been violated over and over in every hole by a half dozen stallions, and how they had finished by pegging her hooves to the ground behind her head so her ass was pointed straight up. They had then forced a funnel into her asshole and had urinated into it till her belly was bloated from the quantity, then just walked off and left her with the funnel still jutting from her ass.

The very next paragraph told how her master had come to free her, and how she had hugged him in gratitude for the most wonderful birthday party ever.

He could tell that Applejack had not reached that point yet. From the condition of the pages she was reading she was only about half done. That particular story was the most well-thumbed of the bunch and you just had to drop the journal on its spine for it to open up right in the middle of it. From the way Applejack was twisting and turning on her chair he figured it was only a matter of time before she snatched up the book and tried to retreat to her bedroom. Tried, because he had no intention of allowing her to do that.

This nonsense had gone on long enough. The last time Applejack had been this into self-denial had been when she almost destroyed the farm, and her reputation, by insisting she could harvest their entire apple crop all on her own while he was laid up with a busted rib. He had not had the gumption to call her on her stupidity at the time. Looking back from the perspective of his new mind-set he knew that what he should have done was haul her over his knee and wailed her ass till she saw sense.

Mind you, he thought, chuckling to himself, if he hadn’t had other considerations preventing it, a spanking now would lead to a lot more than a sore ass for his sis. By the time he was done her jaw and cunt would be every bit as sore as her ass.

His limp cock gave a twitch, earning a pleased murmur from Bother who was doing her best to get him hard. It was no wonder. The thought of rutting his sister was attractive as heck. Applejack might not be as durable as Princess Luna, but she was likely close. She was one pony he wouldn’t have to worry about breaking if he got a little carried away.

There were several things that prevented Big Mac from taking that course. The first was that Bother needed all the energy he had to spare. Given no other choice he might have tried to split his resources between the two females. It might not have been enough to keep either of them fully content and healthy, but maybe it would be enough to keep them from slipping into a sexual delirium where their only thoughts were about sex, and how to get it.

There was no need for that, however. Or rather, there shouldn’t have been. There was a perfectly viable option for Applejack. Dusk Shine had proven to Big Mac that he had the physical ability to give Applejack what she needed, and the inclination. What he was lacking was experience and the proper mind-set, and both of those could be learned. Nopony bucked a tree properly the first try after all.

The second reason was that Applejack deserved more than he could give her. He had already lost his heart to Bother and Princess Luna and while he would always love his sister, he didn’t feel the same way about her the way he did for those two. Both Luna and Bother were true submissives—Luna only when she had the chance to take time off from her duties. Their completely submissive attitude was like a balm that calmed his inner monster. They would never challenge his authority sexually, and in return he would give them exactly the sort of dominant male they wanted.

The same could not be said for Applejack. While she might try to become a sex-slave in order to blend into Caridoon society, she was never going to be a submissive one. Whoever her master ended up being he would have to deal with her ornery hide on a regular basis with a lot more patience than Big Mac was certain he could muster when he was in the mood for a good hard fuck.

Last on the list was that in Caridoon a female could not be owned by a member of her own species. An earth pony could not own an earth pony. In Caridoon not only could Applejack not be his slave, he would not be allowed to have sex with her under any circumstances. It had nothing to do with her being his sister. The same rule would apply to any earth pony mare. He wasn’t really sure how they handled breeding, but they must have some system for it. In any case, he was danged if he was going to let himself get addicted to plowing his sister’s furrow, and then be forced to go cold turkey when they slipped into Caridoon.

When that event happened, Applejack dang well needed a master who could corral her ornery hide and keep her in line and sexually sated. He was sure Dusk was that pony, but he was also sure that it was going to take time for the brand-new stallion to learn what he needed to learn. It wasn’t something he could simply start doing when they finally started the invasion of Caridoon. And that meant that his sister was going to have to buck it up and face reality.

Big Mac knew darn well that his little sis craved the sort of attention Dusk had given her three days ago. Why else would she have spent the last two days trying to goad the poor stallion into doing it again? He had tried to stand back and let the two of them sort out their problems. But Applejack was starting to show signs she was losing it. The way she was displaying zero shame over her current sexual arousal was one such example, but he had seen others. It was time he took a hand.

The first thing Big Mac had to figure out was why his sister was so set against hooking up with Dusk. He knew she wanted him. Dusk might have been oblivious to the signs, but even before Luna had dry-cleaned his brain it would have been obvious to him that Applejack had it bad for the Alicorn Stallion.

But, right now, thanks to Bother’s efforts his cock was fully erect, and he had a promise to keep, and an Apple always kept his word. He had told Bother if she got him off and then got him hard again he would give her all the cock she could take. He smiled and thought that with a bit of attention on his part, maybe he’d give her a bit more than she could handle. She wanted him to push her limits, and he was in the mood to do it.

Sweat rolled down Applejack’s forehead and into her eyes. She dashed a forelimb across her head to clear the moisture without pulling her gaze away from the journal she was reading. She clamped her thighs together and fought the urge to slip a hand under the table and into her drooling cunt. She didn’t know if what she was reading was a true to life tale or something her great-aunt had made up to keep her and her sisters warm on cold winter nights. It was certainly doing a good job of heating her up something fierce, she thought as she continued to read. So focused was she that she was all but oblivious to the sound of Bother sucking noisily on her brother’s cock under the table.

All six of the stallions took hold of my thrashing body and lifted me out of the water. Hands pawed at my body, slathering the liquid soap over every inch of my skin. They yanked my legs apart so they could reach between them. I screamed in outrage as my cunt was fingered and then invaded. A hard digit slipped between my folds and into my body.

“The little slut is wet,” the stallion who was molesting me announced with disdain.

“Course she is. Look who her brother is.”

“Yeah, he’s likely been tapping her ass regular.”

I growled around a hand that was cupping my face and tried to bite a finger. I wish I could yell out that my brother wasn’t like them. That he would never do something like that to his own sister. But I’m pretty sure that the only reason my brother hasn’t taken me has more to do with the dirt and slop I normally covered myself with as protective camouflage than with any moral qualities on his part. He was just like all the other males on my lord’s land, including my lord. To them a mare was just something to stick their dicks into when they felt the urge, it didn’t matter if she was his sister, or even his mother.

I bucked my body as a soap-covered finger was shoved up my asshole. “Damn, she’s got a tight ass. Can’t wait to feel it wrapped around my cock.”

“I want to stick mine down her throat. Can’t wait to see her eyes looking up at me as I fuck her pretty mouth.”

“Do it and I’ll bite it off,” I snarled.

He grabbed my jaw and squeezed. “Try it and we’ll knock out your teeth, and fuck the bloody hole,” he snarled.

“I think we should all take turns keeping the bitch quiet with our cocks. I’m not interested in anything she has to say.”

“Got that right, bro. Only thing I’m interested in hearing from her is grunts when I slam my cock up to her tonsils.”

One of the brothers positioned himself in front of me with his legs spread for balance in the thigh-high water of the pond. His stiff cock was pointing right at my muzzle. My eyes crossed as I stared at the drooling tip and for a moment there were two of them threatening my oral virtue. His hands took hold of my muzzle as he dug his thumbs into the gap between my front and rear teeth. Pain, and an involuntary spasm, caused my mouth to open wide and he slipped the big flat flange of his cock into the opening. My mouth filled with drool and the leakage from the tip of his cock. The taste was… not awful. Not that I would ever admit such a thing. I tried to force it out from between my teeth with my tongue, and when that failed tried to bite but his thumbs were still pressed deep into the side of my muzzle and any attempt to close my jaw caused blinding pain.

Thanks to his hands holding my head steady I could not look up at his face but that didn’t stop me giving his belly button a death stare. It might not have mattered to them, but it did to me. I’d resigned myself to the fact that all six of them were going to rape me; likely several times. But I wasn’t going to let it break me. Fuck them! I wasn’t even going to let them spoil sex for me. They were going to take pleasure from my body no matter what I did. So again. Fuck them! I’d just take pleasure from them as they took it from me.

The sudden screech of a heavy chair being dragged over a rough wooden floor jolted Applejack out of her immersion in the story. Heart racing, she shot upright in her seat. Glancing over at Big Mac, she saw that he had shoved his chair backward as he’d stood up and was now dragging Bother out from under the table by the arm.

Bother’s face and muzzle was smeared with her brother’s spunk, but Big Mac’s cock, which jutted out from his groin like a flagpole, had been spit polished till it glistened wetly in the candlelight.

The little doe’s hooves barely touched the floor as Big Mac spun her around and all but threw her over the back of the chair.

Applejack’s already flushed face darkened, and she turned her eyes away. She knew exactly what was about to happen and she didn’t need to be here to see it. She was already so hot and bothered that if she didn’t get some relief she was going to explode. Either that, or melt down into a puddle of mare juice. The last thing she needed to see was her brother boning Bother. She gathered up the journal she had been reading, and turned to leave.

“Applejack! Sit!” Big Mac said in an intense voice.

He hadn’t yelled, but the tone stopped Applejack dead in her hooves. Almost against her will she turned to look at her brother. Big Mac was busy tying Bother’s front limbs to the arms of his chair. But even though he wasn’t looking at her she was sure he was aware of every motion she made. There was an energy around him that sent shivers up her spine, and a trickle of moisture running down her inner thighs. She’d always had an attraction to her brother, but this was something different. If it wasn’t totally ridiculous, she’d say she was a little afraid of him at the moment. Whatever the reason, she found it impossible to disobey as she watched her brother go about the task of securing his slave. Slowly she settled back down until her bottom hit wood that was slightly sticky from the juices she’d leaked over the last little while.

Big Mac moved around behind Bother and tied her knees to the sides of his chair. This left the little doe spread wide. Her pussy gaping open so that Applejack could clearly see her inner pink flesh glistening with her arousal. Her cunt winked, pulsing in invitation as Bother’s pelvic muscles spasmed with tension. The deer’s breath was coming in sharp hard pants and her pupils were so dilated that her eyes looked like pools of ink. Despite the doe’s obvious arousal Applejack found it incredible that her brother could contemplate trying to shove his oversized cock into that tiny hole.

“You’re making me look bad, Applejack,” Big Mac said out of the blue as he stood up and slapped Bother on the ass. The doe jerked and let out a desperate mewl of need.

Applejack gave her brother a dumbfounded look. “I’m making you look bad?” she said incredulously. “I’m not the pony who’s about to stick my dick in a tied-up helpless sex-slave.”

“I’m keeping my word. More’n I can say for you. Promised Bother I’d fuck her hard if she was a good slut and was honest with me. She was. More than you’re doing.” Big Mac gave his head a sorrowful shake. “Never thought I’d see the day when you’d break your given word.”

Anger shoved Applejack’s arousal onto the back burner as she retorted, “I ain’t never broke my word in all my born days!”

Big Mac took hold of his cock and rubbed the tip up and down Bother’s ass crack, making sure to collect lots of lubrication from the deer’s dripping pussy as he slipped the big flange between her labia.

The little doe squirmed and pushed back as best she could given her helpless situation. After a few seconds of this Big Mac said, “You told the Prince and me that if he proved he was stallion enough to fix what ails you, you’d agree to be his slave. He did, and you didn’t say nothing against it when I sold him to you. Fact is, you seemed plum happy about it. But when he comes by the next day to pick up his property, you go and tell him you changed your mind.”

“That was jest a game,” Applejack protested with some heat.

“Really?” Big Mac asked as he leaned forward and pressed the oversized flange of his cock up against Bother’s cunt. The spongy flesh compressed as he pressed forward and Bother gave a shrill cry as it popped inside her body. Her breathing increased as her mouth opened wide to allow her to get enough air to fuel her rapidly beating heart.

“Get ready, little darling,” Big Mac said in a soothing voice, and then slammed his hips forward. The chair Bother was tied to went up on it’s front legs as Mac’s cock surged into her body. With a grunt, Mac bottomed out, his big balls swinging forward to slap against the top of Bother’s twat. The doe’s mouth was wide open in a silent scream as she panted heavily from the trauma of suddenly being filled with so much stallion meat.

“Prince seemed to think it was real,” Mac said in a casual, if slightly breathless voice, as he soaked his cock inside Bother’s spasming cunt. “Went to the bank with me the next day, deposited the bits in the farm’s account.”

Applejack felt like she’d been gut punched. What the fuck had Big Mac and Twilight been thinking? She’d never pay off an obligation like that, unless. “Tell me it’s all still there,” she demanded of her brother.

Big Mac took a good firm grip on Bother’s slim hips and drew his cock out of her pussy. The tight flesh wrapped around his shaft until it looked like her insides were trying to become her outsides. He drew back out of her till his flange made Bother’s pubic mound bulge outward, and then pushed back insider her with another furious thrust. “Eenope. Paid off all the farm’s outstanding loans. Ordered the new equipment we’ve been needing for a coon’s age. Most all of it gone, but the farm’s on solid ground. Don’t owe nothing to nopony. And got enough left over to see us secure for a year or more, even with bad crops.”

Bother was breathing heavily, her mouth open wide as she panted. But it was nothing compared to Applejack who was on the verge of hyperventilating. She felt light headed. This wasn’t possible. How could Big Mac do this? Bad enough to owe money to the bank. But to owe it to Twilight. You didn’t borrow money from a friend. Least not unless it was for something right that moment, like the last apple muffin at Sugarcube Corner, and you planned to pay it back the very next day. “What have you done, Big Mac? We-uns can’t pay Twilight back. Least not unless we sell the farm.”

Big Mac gave her a puzzled look even as his hips continued to rock back and forth, jaring Bother with each inward thrust. “Don’t see what you’re so fussed about. We don’t owe the prince nothing. He gave me money, I gave him you.”

“You can’t sell a pony, Big Mac,” Applejack protested. She couldn’t understand why he was being so casual about this.

“Can in Caridoon,” Mac said in a matter of fact tone as he continued to rail Bother.

“We ain’t in Caridoon!” Applejack snapped.

“You given up on going back in?”

“Of course not! I owe Princess Celestia.”

“There you go then,” Big Mac said as if that settled the argument. All the time he was talking he kept up a steady rhythm with his hips, fucking Bother fast and hard. The little doe was lost in a sexual delirium as her body was jarred back and forth on top of the chair back.

Applejack wanted to scream at how dense her brother was being. “Don’t matter what they all do in Caridoon. We uns live in Equestria, and you can’t sell a pony to another pony. Besides. Twilight ain’t a stallion. Not for real.”

“So it’d be okay if he was a for real stallion.”

“Yes, no! Of course not! Dang you, Big Mac. You’ve got me all turned around.”

“Okay, just tell me one thing. No matter what any pony says or does, you are bound and determined to sneak back into Caridoon.”

“Ain’t I already said that a dozen time already?”

Big Mac ignored that and continued with his point. “And when you’re there you plan on acting just like the ponies who live there?”

“We’ve been over this again and again, Big Mac. Yes, I’m going to act just like a stupid cock sucking bimbo. If that’s what it takes to save Princess Celestia than that’s what I’m going to do.”

“You think Twilight is going to let you go alone? Even if she has to go in as a mare with you? You think she can pretend to be a stupid cock sucking bimbo?”

Applejack already had her next bit of argument lined up, but that gave her pause. Of course Twilight would insist on going in with her. Applejack shuddered at the thought. There was no way Twilight could pass as a sex-slave, and King Duneyrr had already proven that he had a defense against Alicorns. The only reason Princess Celestia was still, sort of, free, was because she had reached in from outside the country to save her. As a result it had only been her magical mana, or so Luna said, that had been sucked up into the trap. “Twilight can’t go. We can’t let Duneyrr get his hands on another alicorn. And don’t go saying it would be different if she went in as a stallion. She’ll still be an alicorn.”

“Course it would make a difference. You should talk with Bother a bit more,” Big Mac said, giving the doe he was fucking a playful swat on the rump.

“This slut would be happy to talk. If that is what master wants this slut to do,” Bother gasped, her voice stuttering due to the way her body was being filled and emptied over and over again.

“Tell Applejack what would happen to a stallion in Caridoon. Could the king capture him like he did Princess Celestia?”

It was a bit hard to tell, seeing as how Bother’s expression was all twisted up from the pleasure of being reamed hard by her Master, but it certainly looked like she was horrified at the idea.

“That could never happen, Master! If he treated a male the same as a female his men would abandon him.

“Masters fight and kill each other all the time, but they never enslave another master. To enslave another master would be as bad as killing a female. Well, almost. To kill a female is the worst crime in the world. There is no other crime that is so bad. If his men found out that King Duneyrr tried to kill the sun-butt slut they would revolt against him for sure. He would be banished to the wilderness and left to die a horrible death because no female would serve his needs.”

Bother’s explanation was interspersed with many grunts and gasps as Big Mac continued to fuck his thick cock in and out of her tiny cunt with great force.

Now that Big Mac had included Bother in their discussion Applejack blurted out, “Don’t it bother you at all, Bother? My brother fucking you while he talks to me?” What she didn’t add was how much it disturbed her, mostly because she had to work hard not to imagine herself in Bother’s current situation.

“Oh, no. This slut is not bothered at all by that. It makes this slut remember the good times back home. It was always good when the masters had time to chat and gossip while they were using this slut and her friends. It meant they did not have to rush to get to a job or something else. And it was the best way for this slut to hear what was happening in other places. The sluts were kennelled away from the outside world. The only way we sluts learned anything was by listening to the masters talk.”

Applejack was appalled at Bother’s comment, not just because of what it said about the deer’s former life, but because she found herself actually becoming even more aroused than she already was at the thought of being used so casually by lots and lots of males.

She really wished she could blame it on the taint in her blood, but the sad truth was that she’d had wet-dreams not too far from that sort of situation more than once long before she’d been kidnapped.

“Lets cut to the chase,” Big Mac said. He leaned over Bother so he could take hold of the lip of the kitchen table. Bracing himself he began to plow Bother with long hard strokes that rocked the chair she was secured to back and forth on it’s legs. Bother’s eyes rolled up into the back of her head and drool started trickling out of her open mouth as her body began to tremble and shake from orgasm after orgasm.

“Fergit Caridoon. Fergit your taint. Just answer me this honestly,” Big Mac grunted out, as his face took on a strained expression. “The last three days you spent telling the Prince you didn’t need him, while flipping your tail and shaking your ass in his face. Did you want him to use his magic to pin you down and rape the hell out of your slut ass?” The last bit came out in a low growl as Big Mac slammed himself deep into Bother, his medial ring pushing itself past her overstrained flesh. His ass clenched and he blasted a huge load of ball produce straight into her belly. Even folded over the chair as she was, Bother’s flat belly swelled slightly as her body struggle to contain the contents of Mac’s balls.

Applejack had barely managed to process Big Mac’s question when he orgasmed. Her first warning that something was wrong was a warm tingling feeling over the surface of her skin. It was similar in some ways to what she felt when she was in close contact with a unicorn magic. Then a wash of heat flowed over her that seemed to go right through her body. She’d been aroused and on the edge of relief for what felt like hours, and this sudden wave of magic pushed her over the edge. She gave a cry as an orgasm shuddered through her entire body, centered on her cunt. Her pelvis clenched again and again, and each time it did a wave of unbearable pleasure radiated out from her core and encompassed her entire body. She fell to her knees and her hands went between her spread legs. She thrust her fingers into her twat, and soaked them in her natural lubrication. Pulling her fingers free she rubbed the top of her cunt furiously, trying to scratch the itch that was her clit.

Time lost all meaning to Applejack. She knelt back on her heels with her head tossed back and her muzzle pointed toward the ceiling. Drool dribbled out of her open muzzle and she furiously frigged herself. The only thing she could think of was pleasuring herself. But no matter how hard she rubbed, or how many orgasms sent her body into shuddering spasms, she couldn’t seem to find relief. She needed more, she needed something else. She needed a cock. Oh, Celestia, did she need cock. No, lots of cock. She needed one buried in her cunt, in her ass, down her throat. She needed to feel stallions mauling her body with their calloused hands, holding her down helpless while they had their way with her.

Rough work-hardened hands cupped Applejack’s face gently. “Sorry, sorry,” Big Mac murmured in a calming voice. The frantic need Applejack was feeling retreated slightly. Enough at least to allow her to draw in a great ragged breath and gain at least some control over herself.

“Huh? Wha? Big Mac? What happened?” Applejack said in a strained voice. Her body felt like she’d just spent an entire week working her tail off without any sleep. And she knew from experience just what that felt like.”

“Read in great-grandpa’s journal that there was a way to share pleasure with nearby mares when you’re fucking one if they were in tune with you and your partner. Didn’t think it would work so gosh darn good,” Big Mac said as he eased her up onto her hooves.

In a worried tone Mac said, “No good for fixing what ails you though, just makes you feel what Bother and me were. Can’t help keep your taint at bay. Bother says only cure for that is cum straight from a male’s cock. And, I think the taint makes the spell I tried go bad. Nothing in great grandpa’s journal said anything about the other mares having fits.”

Stumbling with each step, Applejack let Mac lead her, not really being aware of his destination until he settled himself down onto his personal chair. She could not help but notice his spunk slimed cock lying flaccid between his legs. She felt a bit jealous of Bother for getting to reduce it to that state. Speaking of which. “Where’s Bother?” Applejack asked in a bleary voice as she looked around the kitchen.

“Put her to bed. Poor thing was right tuckered right out.”

“How long was I… like that?” Applejack asked as she regained her focus.

“Too long. You’ve gone and let yourself go too far without letting the Prince tend to you,” Mac said in a stern voice.

“Not a Prince,” Applejack mumbled half-heartedly. Her resistance was currently low, and the ache between her legs refused to let her ignore how much she wanted another session with Twilight’s cock. Seeing as it seemed her brother wasn’t going to be able to oblige her. At least Big Mac had forgotten about his question from earlier.

“You never answered me. Tell me honest. Were you hoping that the Prince would hold you down and fuck you bowlegged each time he came to see you? Or were you just lifting your tail at him to be mean?”

There was a stern note in Big Mac’s voice that sent a shiver down Applejack’s spine. That, and the fact that she was too weary, and too fucking horny, to try and weasel around his question, lead to her answering him rather bluntly.

“Dang tootin’ I want Twilight to fuck me again. She’s so dang strong. I’m not sure even Princess Celestia, with all her power, could face off against her if Twilight was so minded to take the fight to her. That’s scary as all heck, but at the same time, I’d trust her with my life. She could do anything at all to me she wanted, and I’d not have a lick of a chance to stop her. Only she wouldn’t. She won’t use her power against other ponies. So how the fuck can she give me what I want? You saw her when she came the last three days. She was sporting that great big boner in her pants, but she wouldn’t say boo. No matter how much I waved my ass in her face.”

“Might be you should talk to the colt?” Big Mac suggested. “‘Dusk Shine’ might surprise you I reckon.”

“I know Twilight, she ain’t got a bad bone in her body,” Applejack retorted, stubbornly refusing to call her friend by her made-up stallion name.

“Now right there I’m thinking is your problem. You think it takes a bad pony to do that sort of thing to a mare. And you ain’t going to give a bad pony the time of day, so you are all sorts of messed up. Ain’t no way you can see yourself getting the rutting you want, cause ain’t no pony worth knowing can do it.”

“Well! Ain’t that the way of it?”

“Enope. Looks like you didn’t pay enough attention to what our family got up to back in the day.” Big Mac gestured at the journals spread over the table top.

“All that proves is our great grandpa was lower than a snake’s belly. The things he did to those poor mares was a crying shame,” Applejack said with some heat.

Big Mac gave his head a shake. “I swear, you are the most stubborn pony I know, Applejack. I know I gave you that there ClockTower book. Didn’t you read it?”

“Jest a little bit. What it said about safewords. Like that one, staircase, that Bother used to stop you whipping her ass. Didn’t see much point reading about some freaky club that likely gone turned to dust a coon’s age ago.”

“Might be so. But if’n you’d read the whole thing, you’d have seen it sets our rules for ponies like our kin folk who like to get a mite more frisky than regular ponies. Jest like the sort of games we played the other night in the barn. If’n you’d read it you’d have seen that it sets things out so no pony could take advantage of another pony, less she wanted him to. And then it fixed things up so she could cry quit and tap out any time she darn well pleased. I purely wish they were still around. Have a feeling they’d be able to settle this thing between you and Dusk Shine quick as a wink.”

Applejack gave her head a rueful shake. “Have a hard time believing any pony would say alright to the stuff that happened in that there book,” she said, pointing at the journal she had just read.

“Seems to me that you just out and out confessed your own self that you had a hankering for that sort of thing.”

Applejack could not help flushing at her brother’s words. But, what he had said did sound a mite interesting. She looked over at the book she’d tossed aside after having only read a page or so. “So you’re saying this society was some sort of pervert club. Where ponies who had urges most ponies don’t, could go and play.”

“Think like it was a whole heck more than that. But that’s about the long and short of it. Thing to think on is this, even if they ain’t around nomore, what they talked about sure seems to make a lot of sense looking at the fix we uns have got ourselves into.”

“You’re saying that Twilight—Dusk—and me. We could have the sort of pretend thing that our kin folk had?”

Big Mag gave a long sigh. “Eyep. Jest like that. Don’t see no never reason why you should try to turn yourself and some other stallion into folks like the ones in Caridoon. Ain’t what Princess Luna’s got in mind, I can tell you that. All we uns need to do is make them think we’re the same sort as they are. We don’t really have to be,” he finished, hammering home his point.

Applejack looked thoughtful, but not fully convinced. He had a pretty good idea that she was trying to figure out how to ignore everything he had said. Big Mac wasn’t surprised. She tended to hold onto her first thoughts on pony or things harder than a dog with a bone. In some ways she was sort of like a mule in the old joke. The first thing you need to do is get her attention...

Big Mac suddenly smiled as the knowledge of what he had to do clicked into place. He’d been trying to figure out why his sister had been behaving the way she was, when all the time it was staring him straight in the teeth. She couldn’t bring herself to admit she needed help, especially such personal help. He could talk at her all day and it would do no good. He knew that now. She was so locked into the idea that Dusk was making this huge sacrifice that she couldn’t see the apples for the trees. That for him there was no sacrifice involved. In fact he’d have no trouble at all believing that Dusk was at home agonizing over taking advantage of Applejack’s condition. He couldn’t do anything about Dusk, not directly. Fortunately that was not the case with his sister. He knew just how to break her out of her self-inflicted state of denial. It was the same way Granny used to set Applejack and him straight when they were just foals.

Faster than Applejack could react to Big Mac snaked out his arm and curled it around her body before yanking her over his lap.

“What the hay do you think you’re doing, Big Mac?” Applejack screeched.

“That’s a dang silly question,” Big Mac answered as he swatted Applejack’s ass with his calloused hand.

“Stop that!”

“Sure will, just as soon as you say, Staircase.” Big Mac said, giving her other ass cheek a swat.

“Dang! Stop it! What the Tartarus are you jibber jabbering about?”

“Now I know you know what I’m talking about. Think.” Big Mac put a bit more effort into his next swat and the crack of his hand hitting Applejack’s firm rump echoed off the kitchen walls.

“Ouch! Dang it! Okay, okay. It’s that safe word thingy from that book you gave me.”

“That’s right. You just say that word and I’ll stop. Course, if you want me to keep going, you can tell me to stop or quit it or cut it out. If you’d read the whole book you’d have learned that that safeword and the other ones are so ponies who like the idea of playing at being forced can yell and beg and plead as much as they want and not have the other pony stop. But if they really do want it to stop, they can use that word, or one of the other ones.” All the time he’d been talking Big Mac had been spanking Applejack’s rapidly redding posterior, timing his swats to interrupt her everytime she started to speak. Having had his say, he paused with his hand resting on his sister’s ass.

“This ain’t fair,” Applejack said in a faint voice. Her mane had fallen forward and concealed her face and she was slumped limply over her brother’s knee.

Big Mac gave a relieved sigh. As sure as he’d been that he was right this had been a gamble. “Sure’s it fair. You can stop this right this minute. Just say the word.” He lifted his hand and let it hover in the air over Applejack’s ass for a few seconds, giving her a chance to speak up.

“Okay, you’ve made your point. I’ve been a foal about this. Time to bite the apple. You can let me go now.”

Big Mac grinned. “Wrong words,” he said.

“Wait. What? Oh, come on, you can’t be serious. I said you’re right. What more do you want?”

“Well, tanning your nice firm ass for one,” Big Mac said as he dropped his hand like an anvil. Keeping up a steady pace with his spanking Big Mac declared in a commanding tone, “This is the way it’s going to be, slut. I’m your brother. Prince Dusk Shine paid a fair price for you. You’re making me look powerful bad not living up to what you agreed. So, I’m going to punish you like the slut you are. When I’m done, you’re going to march into town and into the palace and give your owner that Society book. You git that?”

“Yes, master. This slut understands.” Applejack said meekly, with a hint of a laughter. She squirmed on her brother’s lap, grinding her groin against his flaccid, and over-sensitive, cock.

Big Mac bit back a whimper and swatted her a good one.

“Do you think the evil Prince will spank me like this?”

Once again Big Mac let his hand come to rest on his sister’s ass. He gently massaged her sore gluteus as he coughed to clear the laughter out of his throat. He couldn’t quite suppress it as he said, “Up to him. He’s owns your ass. He can whip it, or fuck it. His choice.”

“Twil...Dusk is going to be a be a mite surprised when I walk in with that book. Think he can pull it off? This whole pretending thing?” Applejack asked, a touch of worry replacing the earlier giggles.

“I reckon. He’s a quick learner,” Big Mac said as he lifted his hand and resumed chastising his little sis.

“Dang it!” Applejack said, as her ass threatened to cumbust. “You just wait, Big Mac. You’re going to get yours.”

“Counting on it,” her brother said, as he felt his cock start to stir.

Author's Note

This was a really hard chapter. I made the mistake of trying to make things believable. It's not really needed at this point in the story. If you have read this far you clearly enjoy the concept and don't really have a problem with Applejack becoming Dusk Shine's personal 'his little pony' toy. Or if you do, you really should have spoken up in the comment section before now. :rainbowderp:

Seriously. I do listen to comments, and suggestions. A bit of fan participation would likely speed chapter release.

Next chapter Applejack finally makes it to the castle,

Ch4 More Than One Way to Buy a Mare

Ch4 Dusk Shine Rising.
More Than One Way to Buy a Mare

Applejack was positive that everypony in town was looking at her as she trotted down the main street with a slight hitch in her stride. Her ass twinging with every step she took as she headed for Twilight’s palace. She was sure everypony she passed was noticing just how bruised and flushed her sitter was. Aided by the fact that she was near on as naked as the day she’d been born.

The last time she’d walked through town without a stitch on she’d only just started growing boobs. She’d told her friends at the time that it was merely a matter of convenience. She was a working pony and she needed the extra protection for her tender bits offered by good sturdy work clothing. The truth was far different. She’d simply been self-conscious of the changes happening to her body—specifically her teats that were soon among the biggest in town—which had led to much teasing from her peers. That was also when some of her less friendly friends had started making cow references. She’d started wearing shirts and pants as a regular thing after that, at least when she visited town. Now the only thing she was wearing was her hat, and a pair of saddlebags tossed over her shoulder. Oh, and Dusk Shine’s collar around her neck and a small silver bell her big brother had supplied woven into the tip of her tail. Even though she told herself that they couldn’t, part of her was sure everypony who saw them knew exactly what the collar and bell implied.

She tried to tell herself that it wasn’t like she was the only one prancing around in the all-together. The ponies of Ponyville had never bought into the whole big city attitude toward clothing. At least half the stallions and the majority of the mares she passed were just as bare as she was, if not more so. It didn’t do any good. Mostly because the whole embarrassing experience was turning her on something fierce. If she didn’t get to Twilight’s castle soon she’d be winking at everypony in town and letting them know just what sort of a horny slut she had become.

She cursed her big brother halfheartedly. He hadn’t held back when he’d spanked her for being such a stubborn idjit. But that was only the half of that. Halfway through the spanking his cock had stiffened up and she’d spent the last of her punishment feeling it grinding against her belly. By the time he had finished applying his calloused hand to her aching butt she had convinced herself that he was going to bend her over the kitchen table and scratch her itch. He hadn’t. Instead he had made her stand there while he wrote a letter to Prince Dusk Shine, and sealed it in an envelope before pretty much ordering her to give it to Dusk first thing when she arrived at the castle.

She had no idea what he’d written, but she feared that it might, among other things, lead to her being pulled over Dusk Shine’s lap for another spanking. Instead of feeling outrage at the idea her ass and pussy, clenched at the thought of being draped over Dusk’s legs while he smacked her already sore sitter.

While her taint was having more and more of an effect on her, Applejack was still self-aware enough to realize that she wasn’t behaving in anything close to her normal way. She should have gotten into a raging argument over her brother’s high-hoofed behavior. Instead she’d found being ordered around and treated like a brainless slut arousing. It was frightening. More so than anything else about her situation. How far would it go? Would it get to the point where she was all but mindless? A bimbo whose only thought was the next cock she could suck? Applejack shuddered. She didn’t want to lose herself to the taint.

Bother hadn’t really been able to tell them if what was happening to her was normal. She’d never known a female who had gone more than a couple of days without being fucked, including herself. All she could say was that it was a very bad thing for a female to go too long without cock. Not as bad as it was for males who didn’t have access to pussy, mind you. It could be lethal for them. But still pretty bad. Applejack was starting to think she’d discovered what that bad was, besides the constant state of need that at times threatened to make her knees buckle. Her free will seemed to be eroding. How long before it was totally gone and she was a mindless bimbo? Already she found it nearly impossible to disobey a dominate male like her brother. She’d only put up a token struggle when he’d dragged her over his lap. And now, when she should have been by all rights cursing Big Mac to the high hills for spanking her like a foal, the only outrage she could muster was over the fact that he hadn’t stuck his cock into her afterwards.

If she had been inclined toward self-denial of her behavior, what she was doing right now would have made that impossible. Her current state of dress was the result of a direct order from Big Mac. An order she hadn’t even considered disobeying. After all, he had explained when he had instructed her, once they made it into Caridoon, walking around in her bare skin was going to be the least of it. She’d be down on her knees sucking Dusk’s cock in full public view, or bent over a fence railing while her master, or some other male, plowed her pasture. Compared to that a little stroll down main street with her teats waving in the breeze was small potatoes. Why, if she was in Caridoon she’d likely not made it ten steps before some male pushed her down on a fucking station and started rutting her.

Applejack had a sneaking suspicion that Big Mac had been trying to scare her out of her intent to go back into Caridoon. If that was his intent it was failing thanks to her current condition. Just thinking about how she was forced to obey her brother and the sort of things she’d have to endure in Caridoon was causing a trickle of moisture to run down her inner thigh. She felt her nipples tightening and swelling in reaction to that sensation and the idea that her arousal must be obvious to the Ponies she was sharing the road with. She cursed herself. If only she hadn’t been so fucking stubborn for the last three days, things would not have come to this point.

She gave a bitter laugh. Talk about your catch 22, only by submitting to her new nature could she retain her free will and ability to give informed consent for Dusk to do anything he wanted to her body, as long as he did lots of it.

With that thought Applejack quickened her pace. Difficult as it was to retain, she did still have her free will. She could tell Dusk to fuck himself if she wanted. Not that she wanted. Oh, buck, she needed to feel him inside her. But, while part of that was her taint, a good part of it was also honest attraction. She’s always loved Twilight, as one of her very best friends. Him being a smoking hot stallion now had just opened up new ways that love could be expressed. She’d been denying it because she didn’t want Dusk to feel obligated to stay in the wrong gender. Now she had a good reason to accept what Dusk was offering. The last thing she wanted to do was present Dusk with a situation where he would have to fuck a mindless slut whose only interest in him was his cock. When he fucked her, she wanted him to be fucking her.

Applejack heaved a sigh of relief as she arrived at Dusk’s castle and slipped inside. Her skin twitched and she was sure that a pressure lifted from her. A pressure caused by hundreds of eyes watching her every move.

Inside the castle, Applejack ignored how it seemed far bigger on the inside than the outside. Familiarity had bred acceptance of the palace’s quirks. It was a magic castle, it went with the territory. It did make finding your way around a bit tricky at times, and could be a real bear when you were trying to find somepony and had no idea where they might be. She’d spent entire afternoons trying to locate Twilight in the past. This time however she had a pretty good idea where Dusk Shine would be at this time of the day. If he kept to the same habits he had as a female he would’ve likely rolled into bed an hour or so ago. If he was not there, he would likely be passed out in his secure lab. The one where Twilight had run experiments that were a might hazardous to a pony’s continued health and well being. Or in this case, were Dusk ran experiments that were not suitable for the eyes of any foal who might stumble into the lab.

Applejack flushed and felt her body heat as she thought some of the experiments Pinkie Pie had described. Was she about to find herself strapped down over a sawhorse sort of thing with an electric probe stuck up her ass and another in her cunt?

Applejack walked down a hallway lined with doors, all but one of them had a Cutie Mark over the top. The exception had a motif made up of purple dragon scales. Like the chairs in the throne room, the castle had created suites for Twilight and her six closest friends. Applejack had never made use of her suite, at least not to sleep in. She had, however, not been able to resist trying out the bathtub that was almost big enough to swim in. And more than big enough for two ponies to share, even if they were being a bit frisky.

She was thinking of the possibilities of good clean dirty fun when the closest door slammed open and hit the wall, just missing her muzzle. A second later a large purple dragon plowed into her. Applejack found her breasts squashed up against a surprisingly broad and heavily muscled chest while her forehead butted up against a draconic chin. The impact nearly knocking her back on her ass.

Applejack took hold of Spike’s shoulders to steady both of them. At the same time she could not help but think that a mere month ago it would not have been her forehead his muzzle would have banged into. Considering her current state of dress, and arousal, that would have been more than a little embarrassing. Thank goodness for ridiculous draconic growth spurts.

“Woah up there, Spike. What’s the rush, sweetpea?” Applejack asked as she pushed back from the large drake. She looked up slightly to meet his eyes, only to find that they were focused below her chin. Dang, he really was growing up. She ducked slightly to come into his line of sight.

Spike’s face turned dark purple as he wrenched his gaze away from Applejack’s tits and lifted his chin slightly so he was looking at her eyes instead of her swollen nipples. “Sorry, Applejack,” he blurted. “I just stopped by to pick up a few supplies before heading back out.”

Sure enough the dragon had a pack half his size strapped to his back. “Sure you got enough?” Applejack asked out of reflex, while at the same time wanting to end this conversation so she could hurry to Dusk’s room.

“Oh, sure. Sure do. Well, got to be going. Nice talking to you,” Spike said hurriedly as he inched around Applejack and headed down the hall. Just before he was out of sight he looked back over his shoulder and muttered. “Dang, is Applebloom going to grow a set like that? Hot damn, I hope so.”

Applejack was far too preoccupied with her own concerns to take note of what Spike had said. She had already put the encounter with the young dragon from her mind and was focusing down the hallway to where the door to Dusk’s bedroom could be seen. It was a few yards further away from the next to last door in the hall as Dusk’s suite was practically a mansion all on it’s own.

The pool in Applejack’s suite might be nearly big enough to swim in, but you could do laps in Dusk’s. And his bed was big enough to hold him and and all the rest of them at the same time. Not that Twilight ever used it. She’d picked up a much more sensible single sized bed and installed it at the base of the huge crystal edifice that the castle had supplied along with the room. That bed was not going to be nearly big enough, Applejack thought, imagining herself romping on the master bed with Dusk.

The only romping up till now on Dusk’s big bed had been when Apple Bloom and her friends had tested it out for bounciness. It had been very bouncy, Applejack recalled.

Applejack had barely taken two steps past Spike’s room when the door to Rarity’s suite opened and Pinkie Pie came bouncing out. The party pony was totally naked, and her body was covered in thin red welts. Applejack looked frantically for someplace to hide but outside of a small side table between Spike and Rarity’s room there was not a single place to conceal herself. The narrow pussy-high table wouldn’t even hide her ass, let alone the rest of her. Pinkie pie spotted her and Applejack slumped slightly knowing that she was once again going to be delayed. She could only hope that Pinkie Pie wouldn’t decide to throw a, Thank goodness Applejack finally came to her senses party.

Applejack had her eyes closed in resignation. Which was why she was taken totally by surprise when she felt her shoulders grabbed tightly. She opened her eyes to find Pinkie staring into her eyes from only inches away. The pink pony had a look of utter fear and terror on her face.

Shaking Applejack hard enough to cause her ponytail to bounce, Pinkie blurted out in a voice filled with horror, “Run, run. Run for your life. Get out of here before it’s too late.”

Behind Pinkie, Rarity emerged from her room. As usual she was fully dressed, wearing a simple light blue dress that complimented her mane and tail. She had a languid expression of content on her face and her eyes were half-lidded as she used a hand-brush held in her magic to brush out the tail she had pulled around in front of her.

“No, it’s too late!” Pinkie cried in despair. She darted behind Applejack and cowered while crying out. “She’s a monster! A monster I tell ya! The horror, the horror! Oh the ponyanity!”

Rarity glanced up from her tail. When she spotted the farm pony her expression shifted through a gamut of emotions. Surprise, happiness, suspicion, and finally, annoyance.

“‘Sugar Free,’ Pinkie Pie,” Rarity said without taking her eyes off of Applejack.

“Aww, really? But we were having so much fun. You are the scariest scary pony ever,” Pinkie mourned as a little of the curl came out of her mane and tail. As she finished talking she looked around hastily and then said in a hoarse whisper. “But don’t tell Duskie. He tries real hard.”

“Of course not. I would never dream of doing so, darling. But you really should go and wash up. You don’t want to have the Cakes rushing you to see Nurse Redheart when you show up at Sugarcube Corner.”

Pinkie looked down at her bare body, and the numerous red welts that decorated it. Her large breasts in particular were criss crossed with so many red stripes that you could barely see her natural pink coloration. “Oooh, yeah, you’re right. I’ll go wash up right away.” The party pony bounced down the hallway and through the door to her own suite.

“As you may have deduced, Applejack, dear. Both Pinkie and I have elected to move into the rooms the castle created for us. The better to be near by so we can support our master, Prince Dusk Shine.”

“Master? Ain’t you taking this a bit too seriously, Rarity?” Applejack replied as she shifted to the side with the intent of trotting around the fashionista. “You and Pinkie ain’t like me. You don’t have to do this.”

Rarity placed her hands on her chest and exclaimed dramatically, “Of course we don’t have to dear sweet Applejack. We want to.”

“Say what now?”

Rarity shook her head in mock dismay. “Dear, sweet, sweet, Applejack. Haven’t you figured it out yet? Pinkie Pie and I enjoy this new relationship we have with each other and with the prince. I have not felt this stimulated in months. Ideas for new types of courtiour are fairly bursting from my mind. And Pinkie Pie has never sparkled brighter.”

As annoyed as Applejack was at Rarity delaying her, she felt a sudden surge of happiness at Rarity’s words. She’d never tell the fussy pony so, but having her there in the barn four days ago had been a huge comfort. The fact that Rarity and Pinkie Pie both seemed to enjoy being dominated in sexual play had made her feel a lot less uncomfortable about her own predilections. It was amazing how knowing you weren’t the only perverted freak in town could be such a comfort.

Not all her thoughts were grateful, however. It was hypocritical of her; seeing as how she was the one who’d barred the gate to Dusk, but she was a bit annoyed at the stallion for fucking the hell out of Pinkie Pie and Rarity while she was slowly going crazy for lack of a good rutting. “So, y’all have been having lots of fun playing with Dusk’s magic wand?” she said in a sarcastic tone.

“His magic wand? Oh. How drole of you. As to that. You have no idea, Darling. Well, no, I suppose you do at that. Not that Pinkie Pie and I have had a chance to play with it these last few days. The foolish stallion insists on saving all his reserves for when you finally come to your senses. Poor dear can barely walk straight. I imagine his new stallion bits are giving him a great deal of discomfort. What with all that pent up vigor backing up on him.”

“Wait, whoa up there, Rarity. You mean to tell me Dusk ain’t been dipping his wick in your oil?”

“If you are trying to ask if he has been servicing Pinkie Pie and I, then the answer is alas, no.”

Feeling lighter on her hoofs than she had in days, Applejack turned her back on Rarity and trotted toward Dusk’s bedroom door. Dusk had been saving himself for her? It was stupid of him, but so like him as well. He certainly deserved a reward for it.

Applejack only made it two steps before she drawn up short by Rarity’s magic field. It enveloped her entire body and stopped her dead in her hooves.

Applejack found herself trapped in place, unable to even twitch an eye. It was an amazing display of control and power on Rarity’s part.

If Applejack hadn’t been so surprised she would have smirked. So much for King Duneyrr and his claims of male superiority. Not to mention his own boasts about his personal prowess. He’d needed a half dozen big minions and a lot of rope to secure Applejack as well as Rarity had down with a mere thought. But that figured. When you came right down to it he wasn’t nothing more than a bully who made himself bigger by trying to make other ponies think they were small and of no matter.

Rarity might have more than a few bad points, but one thing she wasn’t was a bully. Well, unless she took it into her mind to play dress up with you. But even then she honestly tried to fit her design to match the pony she was dressing up. She didn’t try to change the pony to match the dress.

Applejack tried shifting a single hoof. She felt a slight give to the magic field, enough to make her think she could likely burst free if she really tried hard enough. But she found herself reluctant to do so. As horny as she was, and as much as she wanted to get to get to Dusk to take care of that, she wanted to find out why Rarity had done this. It wasn’t just bad manners, it was actually illegal for a unicorn to do this to another pony against their will. Unless there was a very good reason. It was no different in the eyes of the law than if Applejack were to coldcock a pony with her hooves to keep them from going somewhere. But just like Applejack would never charge Pinkie with assault for her frequent full body hugs, she was not about to bring the law into this situation. Besides, unlike the ropes Duneyrr had used to bind Applejack, Rarity’s magic was like a warm blanket enveloping her body. It was funny. She was helpless, but at the same time felt safe and secure. It brought back memories of being tucked tightly into bed when she was just a little foal.

She tried to move again, gently pushing this time with her whole body against the magic. Not in an attempt to escape, but purely to savor the feelings being trapped invoked. She was as stuck as a fly in the honey pot. Relaxing, she waited to hear Rarity’s explanation. At the same time she vowed that if it were a lecture on going out in public without being properly dressed, a certain white Unicorn was going to find out her magic was no match for an angry earth pony. And right after that she’d find her pristine blemish free rump turning rosy red.

“My, don’t you look tasty enough to eat. Thoroughly basted and so well done too,” Rarity purred as she ran a hand over Applejack’s bruised posterior.

Applejack’s hide shivered and her ass clenched in reaction to the unexpected touch. “Don’t,” she protested even as her traitorous body reacted out of all proportion to the skin on skin contact. Unable to move her mouth her words came out garbled, but not so mangled as to stop Rarity from understanding her protest.

“Don’t? Are you sure, dear,” Rarity said in a sultry tone as she let her fingers slip down into the cleft of Applejack’s ass. “Tell, me. Was it Big Mac who chastised you so thoroughly? If I were to do the same, would you call me, mistress?”

“Right after you kiss my ass,” Applejack mumbled. A shrill whinny of surprise escaped her when she felt Rarity’s lips press against her Cutie Mark. Followed by the feel of her tongue brushing over her heated hide.

“You are so delightfully, responsive, darling,” Rarity drawled in satisfaction. “Confess now. You were always a horny little slut. Even before your unfortunate adventure in that awful land.” Applejack flinched and gasped as Rarity delivered a stinging swat with the hairbrush was still held in her magic. Applejack was sure her from how warm it was that her face was as red as her ass. She let out a little moan as Rarity’s fingers probed between her legs and found her gushing twat. She was unable to keep herself from clenching tightly as she felt a slender digit slip between her nether lips and deep into her heated depths.

“Do you want me to stop, slut,” Rarity asked languidly as she slipped another finger into Applejack’s cleft to join the one that was already there. “I’ll stop if you want. If you say, ‘Sugar Free’.” The magic field holding her muzzle clamped tight eased, allowing Applejack to speak.

“What if I say stop, or no, or don’t do this,” Applejack groaned, her leg muscles twitching against as she tried to push backward against Rarity’s magic. She couldn’t believe she was reacting this way to having a mare manhandle her. Her dreams had always featured stallions. Then she remembered how she’d cum when that caribou cow had eaten her out at Duneyrr’s orders while she had dangled helpless in his bondage. It hadn’t mattered then that she was a female. The only thing her body had cared about was how her long fat tongue had felt as it thrust deep into her cleft.

“I’m afraid you would be out of luck protesting using those words, darling. If you truly wish me to stop, you must say the magic words. I will confess to some curiosity. I can’t give you the relief from your symptons that Prince Dusk Shine can, but I can give you great pleasure. So, the question is this, darling. Are you only coming to see Dusk in order to alleviate an uncontrollable itch? Or, are you a slut who would flag your tail at the Prince even if you were not suffering from your condition? In short, my dear. Is Dusk nothing more than a medical device to you?”

The long nail on Rarity’s thumb had found Applejack’s clit, and was gently scratching it. The feel of her touching her overly sensitized flesh was driving the farm pony crazy, and not being able to move was making it even worse.

Trying to not even think the words sugar free, Applejack swore, “Buck you. Let me go you bitch.” She felt sweat trickling down her forehead and into her eyes, while other liquids ran down her inner thighs as Rarity continued to plumb her depths. She gave thanks that Rarity’s magic held her tail still. Otherwise it would be thrashing like mad, and the bell woven into the tip would be chiming loud enough to raise the dead. Not that Rarity would know that a ringing bell meant stop. How on earth had her great-aunts kept their bells silent when they were being rutted by her great grandfather? Except when it was tied in place her tail always thrashed like crazy when she had a cock slipping in and out of her hungry cleft.

“LIke I thought. You’re nothing but a cock hungry slut, Applejack. How unfortunate for you that I don’t happen to have one of those,” Rarity said as she manipulated her friend’s sex. Over the last two days she’s gotten lots of practice using her magic on a helpless, orgasmic, pony. During that time she had learned some very interesting tricks. For one, thanks to the feedback from her magic she could feel the farm pony’s flesh trembling on the brink of orgasm. An orgasm she had no intention of allowing Applejack to have, not till she’d answered a very important question. She slowed down on her stimulation, keeping her friend right on the brink, but not letting her over it.

“Do you remember when you chided me for leading on poor Spikey Wikey, darling?” Rarity asked asked as she extracted her fingers from Applejack’s juicy twat and lightly brushed the damp tips against the palomino’s tailhole.

“What? No! Yes, damnit,” Applejack gasped, her mind so fogged with need that she could barely think.

“Now, as I mentioned, I have been wondering about a certain thing. I am wondering if you are taking advantage of poor Dusk Shine. Using him to sate your uncontrollable lust. Or if you have any real feelings for him.”

“Ahhh, dang you, Rarity. Course I have feelings for Twilight. She’s one of my best friends.”

The hairbrush that was still held in Rarity’s magic gave Applejack’s sore behind a good hard swat. “Don’t try and play the foal with me, missy. You know exactly what I mean,” Rarity growled, giving her victim’s other ass cheek a blow to match the first.

Applejack felt like she was about to explode. She couldn’t believe that Rarity was doing this to her, and even more so, she couldn’t believe she was responding so powerfully to this treatment. “Oh, buck, buck, buck, dang you, Rarity. I love him, buck you to Tartarus. I don’t want to. It ain’t fair to Twilight. You can’t let him know.”

“Don’t be foolish, darling. There is no shame in loving him. Of all the stallion’s I have lusted after, none have been more worthy of love.” Rarity’s finger’s upped their motion between Applejack’s legs as she located her friend’s clit and pinched it gently between two fingernails.

“Ain’t ashamed,” Applejack gasped. “Don’t want to trap him. Don’t want him thinking he has to stay a stallion. Not for me.” Her words cut off as Rarity pinched the delicate nub, hard. Every muscle in Applejack’s body locked up and if she hadn’t been held in Rarity’s magic she would have fallen to the floor in a thrashing heap as her body convulsed in pleasure as her friend finally brought her over the crest and let her orgasm.

Rarity released her magic and caught Applejack in her arms before she could fall the hard floor. The not overly muscular unicorn gave a woof of effort as the earth pony’s solid weight forced her to her knees. Despite the discomfort, Rarity didn’t let go and ended up cradling Applejack in her arms as she lay across her legs.

Rarity gently stroked the sweat streaked mane away from the palomino’s face. “It’s far too late for our friend, Applejack, dear. He enjoys using his new body far too much to ever go back to what he once was. But underneath all those delicious male hormones, he is still the Twilight we have always loved. If you stop and think no mares have ever had such luck. We learned to love each other deeply and truly, without all those inconvenient complications that make it so hard to be true, true friends with virile stallions. It’s the best of both worlds for us.”

“Maybe so. What ain’t so maybe, is that I’m ahm a going to get you back for this, first chance I get,” Applejack gasped. She gave Rarity the best evil grin she could manage given their positions,and the fact that her body still ached from the explosive orgasm she had just suffered.

“Oh, that is so cute. I’m sure you’ll try, darling,” Rarity said in a condescending voice as she leaned forward and gave Applejack a peck on her forehead.

“Spike sure has sprouted up in the last few days,” Applejack said out of the blue.

Rarity’s eyes blinked at the change in topic. “I suppose that is true.”

“Turning into one hunk a hunk of burning dragon, in fact.”

Rarity blushed slightly. “If you say so, dear. I can’t say I’ve noticed.”

“Yeah, and just as well. I mean what with you letting the poor dragon down easy about his crush on you. Be real inconvenient if you started to hump his leg like a bitch in heat now.”

Rarity turned deep red, with the flush running down her neck and across the top of her creamy white breasts. “There is no need to be so crude, Applejack,” she remonstrated her friend.

“But you have let him know there ain’t no chance with you?” Applejack interrogated her. THe smile on her face turning positively wicked.

“I. I’ve tried. But, the poor dear has been so busy, I haven’t had a chance to have a long sit down talk with him.”

“Hmmm. You know, if you look at it some ways. Twilight was Spike’s mother. And I guess that would make Dusk his father.”

Rarity’s eyes went blank at the sudden change in direction. “I. Suppose that is the case,” she said carefully, trying to figure out the trap. Because she was sure there was one. Pinkie Pie was the random one. Applejack was a lot more deliberate in her words. She might not be as laconic as her brother, but she was no chatter box.

“Yeah, what I’m thinking. And Spike is going to be over eighteen long before we go into Caridoon. In fact I know Pinkie Pie is planning his birthday. She wants to roll it into one huge party for Him, Apple Bloom and her two friends. Funny how the four of them are within a month of each other in age. Anyway. Seems likely he’s going to be coming along with us into Caridoon. The more males we can trust the better after all.”

“I’m not sure I like the idea of Spikey Wikey in that horrible place.”

“Ain’t too fond of the idea myself. But here is what I’m getting at. I’m willing to bet money that males in Caridoon celebrate their sons coming of age a mite different than we do here. I think I’m going to ask our master to give you to Spike as a birthday present in a couple of weeks,” Applejack panted out. “After all, once he starts training to go into Caridoon he’s likely going to be sticking his dick into you every chance he gets.”

Rarity’s pupils dilated, and a small gasp escaped her mouth. She swallowed nervously. “That, I’m sure. Do you really. Dusk wouldn’t. Wouldn’t he?”

“Well we are suppose to have to pass as natives. Wouldn’t look natural if a father didn’t let his son have free access to his sluts.”

Rarity froze up. The distant look in her eyes showed that her mind was far, far away, and the way she was clenching her thigh muscles indicated what it was doing there. Applejack’s own eyes indicated she too was letting her imagination run rampant.

Both mares were too caught up in their individual imaginations to hear the small draconic gasping snort, or see the spurt of flame that erupted down the hall and just around the corner.

Spike had been out in the street when he had noticed that his hastily packed bag had sprung a leak and that he had left a trail of camping supplies behind him. He had said a word that at one time would have had Twilight washing his mouth out with soap and retraced his steps to gather up everything. He had arrived at the corner of the hallway, and the last dropped item, just in time to spot Rarity finger fucking Applejack to orgasm. Feeling like his internal flame was about to consume his body, he had been unable to pull his eyes away. And he’d almost cum in his new pants when Applejack had threatened to ask their master, Dusk? to give him Rarity as a birthday present.

Because it was the way things were done in Caridoon? Where the heck was Caridoon? And how did he get a train ticket to it?

He had thought he was over his crush on Rarity, but those words sent a flood of erotic images racing through his mind that proved that was far from the case.

Spike felt a spurt of guilt. He and Sweetie Belle, and the other two crusaders, had been getting real close over the last few weeks. Though the farthest he had gotten was being allowed to touch their titties through their tops, and to fondle their cloth covered asses as they kissed. All three of them had promised to give him a very special birthday present after Pinkie’s big party, and he’d been walking around with a near perpetual boner every since.

Now he wondered what he would do if Dusk really did give him an extra special birthday present. There was no way his marefriends would allow him to accept it.

He shuddered at the thought of them finding out. Sweetie hadn’t let him touch her until he had promised he was totally over her sister. She would cut off his balls if he accepted such a gift. And the other two would deep fry them.

Tiptoeing backwards while adjusting himself, he left the two older mares to their afterglow conversation. Once safe from discovery he hurried away. As he left the castle he again wondered about this Caridoon place where apparently giving mares away as gifts was the norm. The crusaders were the same age as he was. If he would be able to go there once he was eighteen, could they as well? A land where stallions, and male dragons, could make use of females to their hearts content. What a wonderful place. As he imagined the things he could do in such a place he grew another two inches taller and he put on another twenty pounds of muscle.

Spike was a nice dragon, but he was a dragon, and a male who had discovered the opposite sex. Those two elements had an explosive potential. And he had no dragon mentor to inform him of the facts of life as it pertained to sexually active drakes and their penchant to hoard attractive females from the small races while they were still small enough to use them.

However, given their reputation many would say that it wasn’t the crusaders who were in potential peril. Those ponies would shake their head and feel a dram of pity for the poor foolish drake who knew not what he was getting himself into.

As it turned out Dusk Shine was not in his bedroom, a fact she discovered after he knocked on his locked door for a good five minutes. Only then did Rarity come out her mental fugue state and tell him that Dusk had eaten and slept in his lab for the last four days as he worked his hooves to the bone trying to find a cure for her. The only time he had come out was when he made a quick run to the farm to query her state of health.

Rarity had not said this in an accusing way, but her every word had been like a knife in Applejack’s chest and a reminder of how she had all but thrown Dusk’s concern into the dirt.

Leaving Rarity behind—the other pony needing to get back to her shop—Applejack had set out for Dusk’s lab. Unfortunately the encounter with Rarity had left her more than slightly distracted. She’d trotted through halls, down ramps and through arches for a good long time before she literally ran into a wall that wasn’t there and realized she had no idea in the world where she was.

Rubbing the tip of her muzzle Applejack looked up at the arch that filled the end of the hallway she was in. It was over fifteen feet high and at least ten feet wide and as far as she could tell was identical to all the other arches she had passed through to get to this point. But this arch was filled with translucent violet crystal so clear that in her fogged state of mind she hadn’t noticed it was there in the dimness of the hallway.

Just as when you looked into a window on a dark night, she could see her reflection. But it was so far away! Her image seemed to stretch out and go on forever as the sides of the tunnel converged and fading into the distance due to perspective. She felt her tummy rumble as the way her image shifted and stretched induced a feeling of nausea. She quickly jerked her eyes away. And that was when she spotted it.

Etched into the crystal above the arch was an very familiar image. Fumbling with her pack, Applejack extracted the book her brother had given her to give to Dusk. And sure enough the exact same image of a clock tower that was on the cover of the book was above the arch.

“Huhhh? How about that,” Applejack mumbled after a few seconds of staring back and forth between the book and the arch. After a minute or so this she gave her head a shake. She didn’t have time to figure out what was going on. Besides, this was more Dusk’s sort of thing.

Feeling more and more foggy in her thoughts, Applejack retraced her steps, only realizing now just how deeply she’d delved into the castle’s roots. She trotted up what seemed like an endless sequence of stairs and ramps for far too long a time. She hadn’t even known the castle went down this far. She didn’t think Dusk knew either. Another thing to mention, after he had filled her aching cunt with soothing foal starter.

In all it took her nearly a half-hour to get back to a part of the castle she was familiar with.

Applejack gave a sigh of relief as she touched the door to Dusk’s lab and it swung open. She’d been half-afraid that Dusk would not have left the locked door keyed to her and she’d have been stuck in the hallway, slowly creating a puddle on the shiny floor, till he came out.

Watching her step, Applejack trotted slowly into the lab. “Dusk? You in here?” she called out.
She noticed a white board in front of her. Right in the middle and taking up most of the space on the board was written.

For Every Curse There is an Equal and Opposite Counter Curse.

Maxim 23
Starswirl the Bearded.

It was circled in red several times and underlined a half dozen times as well.

Applejack felt a warm glow at this evidence that Dusk’s main focus was on her, right up till her overly hormonal body shifted her emotion to one of annoyance. “Is bucking me such a bucking chore that he can’t wait to cure me?” she muttered.

As if in response to Applejack’s remark she heard a snarl, followed by a snort. The sudden noise startled the farm pony, and she shied in alarm. Barely missing kicking over the bench next to her. The sound repeated and she hesitantly peeked around the table full of bubbling glassware and spotted Dusk sitting at a bench, his head pillowed on his crossed arm and a snot bubble inflating and deflating from his nose. The sound repeated and she realized that the mighty prince of friendship was snoring.

Stifling a laugh, and feeling slightly maternal—he looked so innocent like this—she approached him. As the angle of her vision shifted, she saw that he was only wearing an unbuttoned lab coat. He was sitting on it, but it gaped wide open over his groin. She could clearly see his semi-erect cock lying between his spread legs, a dribble of pre-cum leaking from the tip. She licked her lips as her mouth filled with drool. The urge to slip under the bench and wake him with a blowjob was overpowering. She resisted. Barely.

Seeing that the puddle of drool under Dusk’s muzzle was threatening a clipboard, she picked it up to move it to safety. Glancing at the paper clipped to it, she tried to focus on what was on it. Her mind kept veering toward thinking how wonderful Dusk’s dick would taste, and how lovely it would be to feel him explode in her mouth as his hot cum flowed down her throat.

Because she needed to do something very important before that could happen, she struggled to read the paper on the clipboard in an effort to distract herself. It took a few seconds before the blurred image resolved into one of Dusk’s familiar checklists. Only this was not a checklist he’d be showing in public. At least not in Equestria. Across the top it was titled,

“Talk to Applejack”

Applejack grinned. Whatever else might have changed Dusk was still Twilight at heart, at least as far as checklists went. There were a half dozen pages on the clipboard. Part of that was because Dusk had left room for two or three entries between each comment, but there were still a large number.

She started to read from the top.

Discuss role play with Applejack.

Mention that there is no need for elaborate sexual games. Normal sex will serve to keep her taint at bay.

Applejack frowned. Dusk was missing the point of the entire group that was going into Caridoon playing master and slave while they were still in Equestria.

Certainly part of it was so they would feel comfortable in their roles while in Caridoon. But it was also to see if they could become comfortable playing those parts. Applejack had been in Caridoon, she knew what would be expected of her. For Princess Celestia’s sake she would endure anything.

It was just pure luck that she happened to find the role of female victim exciting when the aggressor was someone she liked and trusted like Dusk, or so it seemed, Rarity. As long as there was a stallion there to shield her, she was confident she could endure anything. Even getting fucked by a line up of males that went around the block. She licked her lips at the thought.

The same logic applied to Bother. She was a native and would slip back into the proper behavior with no trouble at all. And she seemed to be doing a good job of training Big Mac. Applejack did not have any worries about either of them. Well, not many. No matter how badass he was right now, she could not help but worry about how he would handle things when shit turned real.

The same could not be said for Dusk, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie. In Caridoon, master and slave relationships were not games you could stop with a safe word. She was afraid that if they just played at it, only indulging in tame recreational sex games that did not challenge them they would not be ready for when it became a true way of life. They had to learn how live the life full time. And they had to push their comfort zone. Caridoon certainly would.

If they could not handle it when things got that hardcore, the place to find out was in Equestria, not in Caridoon.

In the space between Dusk’s note and the next entry she drew a box and beside it wrote down.

Live the roles as full time as possible. Push our limits. Find out if you have what it takes to play a real douche.

Dusk’s next entry was.

Public Sex? How do we become comfortable with that?

Invite all potential infiltrators to live in the castle?

Get used to having sex in front of them?

Talk to Applejack and Big Mac about getting other ponies to look after the farm?

Applejack growled. So much for talking about things with her. Not when Dusk had already gone ahead and given Big Mac all those bits under the pretense of buying her from him. As if Big Mac had the right to sell her for real, and Dusk to buy her.

Applejack was all ready to scrawl down a comment about Dusk moving out to the farm so she could continue to work it while training for their role. But in the end she didn’t because much as she hated to admit it, he was right. Dusk’s castle was the perfect training area. It was bucking huge and could easily hold them all, and had areas where they could have perfect privacy, even after Dash came home from Griffinstone, and Fluttershy dropped by to visit. It was too late to protect her other friends, but she was going to do her damndest to make sure Fluttershy never hear a word about this mission. Caridoon would eat her up and spit out the bones. The exact same thing went for Dash, if for different reasons. That pony would not bow her head even if you used a block and tackle on her.

Dusk had clearly had similar thoughts because his next item was,

Seal off some of the less public areas of the castle with a, “You don’t want to go there” spell. Keep Dash and Fluttershy in the dark!!!

Talk to Bother about everyday wear in Caridoon

How much do they wear in Caridoon?

Applejack could answer that. Females pretty much wore nothing except their collars and bits of jewelry and piercings. The last items at the discretion of their owners. It wasn’t for the benefit of the mares. No more than a teen-age stallion tricking out his cart was for the cart.

The males wore a harness they could attach weapons and equipment too. And she had never seen one take it off. It didn’t get in the way of having sex after all. Indeed, she’d seen one elk use his to secure a feline female’s head to his groin while he ate dinner.

The ones in the castle mostly went without anything else, but she had seen a few who wore loincloths. She didn’t know for sure, but she thought they had come from patrolling outside the castle. That gave her some idea of what the outside might be like. Walking down a street in the all together might be no big deal, but walking through brush and tall grass the same way was something else again. Going nude in public might be kinky, but practically had to be taken into consideration.

Applejack looked at the next few entries and gave a snort of laughter.

Talk to Rarity about making suitable outfits?

Talk firmly to Rarity about the costumes being practical, and consistent. Fabulous is not needed

Threaten Rarity with a spanking if she insists on adding her own touch?

Spank Rarity!

Applejack guffawed. That last entry was scratched out, and then re-written a half-dozen times, each entry being scratched out in turn, all but the last one. Clearly Dusk was wrestling with his new inclinations. The good part, as far as Applejack was concerned, was that he had not scratched out the last one. She let out a happy little sound of anticipation at the thought of watching Dusk take Rarity over his lap and turning her milky-white butt rosy-red.

Dusk let out a snort and his head came up off his arms. Applejack felt a little annoyed at herself for waking him before she could go over the rest of his list. Then remembered that she had to have a serious talk with the idjit. About a little matter of putting her family into perpetual debt to him. That was hard to do while he was sawing logs.

Dusk’s head was all the way up and he was turning it toward Applejack when she gave him a good hard smack across the back of his head.

“Ow! What? Applejack? What was that for?” he asked rubbing the back of his head and looking befuddled.

“Let’s you and me talk about this fifty thousand bits you went and handed over to Big Mac without a ‘by your leave’ or a ‘may I’,” Applejack growled out—while trying to keep from clamping her legs together in reaction to his proximity.

Dusk Shine stopped rubbing his head and looked at her in dismay. “Big Mac told you?” he asked in dismay as a blush spread across his face. He got up from his chair so he could face Applejack.

“Dang tootin’ he did. What were you thinking?

“Wait, wait,” Dusk said. “Did you say, I already gave him the money?”

“Sure did. Wait. You saying you didn’t?”

“Well, not yet, And of course it would be conditional of you saying yes.”

“Yes?”

“I know it’s considered a bit old fashioned. And usually it’s just a small gift for tradition sake. My brother gave Princess Celestia a very nice keg of Cider when he asked if he could have Cadance?”

“Your brother bought Princess Cadance from Princess Celestia. For a barrel of Cider?” Applejack yelled.

“Bought? What are you talking about? He paid the bride price. When I asked your brother if I could ask you to marry me, I thought I could give you a little piece of mind by giving him enough to make sure the farm stays safe. I know how much you love it. But I never thought he would tell you. I wanted to ask you myself.” Dusk’s expression turned chagrined. “He likely figured I’d never work up the nerve to ask you if he didn’t step in, Applejack… Applejack? Are you alright?”

Applejack stood their looking at Dusk in shock. Every bit as stunned as Rarity had been when she suggested that Dusk give her to Spike as a birthday present.

“Oh, so he didn’t mention the marriage part?” Dusk asked in embarrassment.

Applejack slowly shook her head from side to side.

“Yeah. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was a mare only a few weeks ago. There is no way you’d want to marry me. I just thought that since we have known each other so long and were such good friends.”

Applejack shook her head from side to side.

“Eh. No?” Dusk said, going over his statement. “Does that mean that you do want to marry me?”

Applejack slowly nodded her head up and down, and then fell to her knees in front of Dusk and took his cock into her mouth like a pony who hadn’t eaten in weeks.

“Uh,” Dusk groaned as he leaned back against his desk. “So I’m forgiven?” Applejack bobbed her head up and down. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard on her stallion’s cock while she ran the tip of her tongue around his flare.

“Oh, darn, shoot,” Dusk groaned as his hands came down to tangle in Applejack’s mane. “That feels so good, Applejack.”

His moans increased as Applejack bobbed her head deeper and deeper into his lap, till her throat bulged due to the girth of his cock slipping down it. When her chin came to rest on his balls he cried out, clenched his hands into her mane and pulled her head hard into his groin as he blasted a huge load of cum down his future wife’s throat.

Dusk’s previous experience as a stallion had been incredible. Enough so that it had swayed his mind to the point where he was prepared to abandon his birth gender. But fantastic as those orgasms had been, they paled in comparison to what he was feeling now. It was his earth magic, he realized. He had finally managed to fully tap into it, and it was boosting his stamina and capacity through the roof. His orgasm didn’t taper off after six or seven jets of sperm, but kept going. And each of them felt like they had double, if not more, the quantity of his previous ejaculations. It felt like his lower body was pouring down his penis and into Applejack’s belly.

Applejack sputtered and gagged, but did not try to pull back against his hands. He could feel sperm spilling out of her overfilled mouth and running down over his balls and the inside of his thighs. Looking down he was shocked, and excited, to see some of his load exiting through Applejack’s nostrils. He loosened his grip on her head but her hands dug into the back of his legs and refused to allow him to pull back. Accepting her desire he tightened her fingers in her mane and held her firmly in place until after what seemed like forever, he felt his ejaculations start to taper off.

Panting he slowly eased his grip on Applejack’s head. But she didn’t lift her head. She continued to bob her head up and down, slowly milking his softening shaft with her lips to draw out every drop of cum.

“You want to go again?” Dusk panted.

Applejack’s mouth was far too full to answer Dusk, but she didn’t have to speak to give an answer. She bobbed her head up and down eagerly, slowly working her stallion’s shaft back to a full erection. Her belly was filled to overflowing with his baby batter, and she felt like she usually did at the end of a family reunion. Stuffed to the point of bursting with delicious food. Loosening one hand from Dusk’s leg she lowered it down to rub her belly, and thrilled at the fact it was slightly rounded from the quantity of spunk her stallion had filled her with.

And it hadn’t just been stallion chowder he’d filled her body with. She was sated in a way she hadn’t been since returning from Caridoon. The frantic need for sex had retreated, and now the only thing driving her was simple joy at servicing her stallion. She finally understood why Bother was so focused on making Big Mac happy. Like the little deer, right at this moment nothing was more important to her than pleasuring her stallion. And as she felt Dusk’s cock stiffen back to full erection contentment such as she had only ever experienced before after a good day’s work filled her.

Screw Caridoon. She’d found her stallion, and together they would destroy Duneyrr, she thought, just before she let her mind go and simply savored the feel of her stallion filling her mouth and throat with his virility.

Author's Note

This rushes things, but I really didn't want to spend months focusing on Dusk and Applejack's developing relationship. Don't worry, they still have lots of stuff to work out.

No, I don't think Rarity acted properly. She was on a dom high, and went too far.

I'm basing my evolving Spike on the series of soft-porn drawings in "The Greedy Dragon" series. They are humorous and do not take themselves at all seriously. Perfect for the style I'd like to go for in this story.

I'd really like to hear some feedback on Spike. How many people don't want him to become a sexual dominate, and how many people adore the idea of him warming the bums of the CMCs when they get carried away.

Right now my intention for the next chapter is to jump back in time a few weeks and cover Fluttershy's first few days in Caridoon. For those who have not read the previous material Fluttershy is currently, thanks to Discord, a large 'male' batpony.

Which brings up another point I'd like to get feedback on. How many people want to see Discord's spell wear off and him to turn back into she. She'd still be a Batpony mind you. I've a big fan of Flutterbat. :pinkiehappy:

Ch5 The Bat Came Back

Dusk Shine and the Mysterious Society
Ch5 The Bat Comes Back

Princess Luna could not believe that she had once gone to war with her sister in order to become sole ruler of Equestria. Of course she’d been more than a little insane at the time. She gave a rather bitter smile as she thought that insanity was likely a prerequisite for actually wanting this job. No wonder her sister had only done the absolute minimum necessary while leaving the bulk of the running of the country to her little ponies. Not that doing so didn’t come with its own set of problems.

She had never realized how shielded she had been from the pure politics of the role by her older sister. While they might reach a decision together on a given situation, it had always been Celestia who had implemented policy. Mostly because everypony was asleep during Luna’s nighttime vigil of Equestria. It had not been Luna’s job to deal with those ponies who for one reason or another might be upset over the decisions their rulers had made.

But now, she was the sole ruler of Equestria while her sister was incapacitated by the loss of most of her mana. Not many ponies knew that, in fact, as far as all but a very, very, few ponies knew, Celestia was taking a long and well earned sabbatical and would be out of contact with the realm for the duration. She certainly was not a golden-coloured earth pony named Sunny Days who was currently mewed up in Canterlot Castle.

Almost from the second she had stepped forward to take the throne she had been bombarded by ponies who were either complaining about current laws or who wanted new ones passed. And they all acted like Luna was a mental defective who had to be taken by the hoof and led through the intricacies of government policy. The fact that she actually did need that made it no less irritating.

And that wasn’t even getting into the sizable contingent who were actively trying to get enough votes in the Senate to force a change in government, with Luna being delegated to nothing more than a ceremonial role in the running of the kingdom. And if they got the votes they could do it. Her sister had spent hundreds of years encouraging them to do that very thing, with no success at all. Luna had only had the throne for a week and was doing such a good job that they couldn’t wait to kick her to the curb and take over running the government themselves.

Which was all fine and good and perfectly legal and frankly, there were many things she’d rather be doing, like bending over a table while Big McIntosh plowed her ass with that big mare tamer of his. Walking away from the throne and leaving them to fend for themselves would be wonderful. Unfortunately that was not an option. Equestria could be facing an invasion from a foe unlike anything it had faced before. A foe who would insinuate itself into the very fabric of Equestria and rot it out from the inside. Unless, that is, Luna managed to pull the rug out from under their plans by orchestrating an infiltration that would destroy their entire culture and make it impossible for them to even think about anything but their own troubles.

On the surface the two schemes seemed exactly alike. The difference was that Equestria did not possess a culture that gloried in the subjugation of every sentient female within its borders. In Equestria, a mare got to choose if she wanted a stallion to ream out her ass while calling her filthy names and slapping her around like a two bit whore. “Oooh, a two bit whore,” Luna moaned as she imagined how thoroughly Big Mac’s cock had wrecked her tight little ass the one and only time he’d had a chance to cut loose on her.

Luna gave her head a shake and told herself firmly, “Focus, Luna. First fix the problem, then get laid.”

If only all of her sister was still here, instead of just a pale shadow of her former self. Celestia was now, by all appearances, a teenage, golden-brown, earth pony. That alone might not have been such an issue. Their little ponies had seen far stranger things. Except that Celestia’s appearance also reflected her current mental development. The bulk of her sister’s thousands of years of experience and hard-won wisdom had, along with her alicorn avatar mana, been magically stolen away from her and sealed in a specially constructed magical artifact in Caridoon that had been created for the sole purpose of containing the alicorn avatar force.

Based on what Applejack had told them, it was most likely a specially constructed room festooned with generations of Unicorn horns attached to the ceiling.

Luna shuddered at the thought. Even at her worst as, Nightmare Moon she had not sunk so low that she considered graveyard chic a valid decorative option.

However the theft had been done, it had left Celestia, currently going by the name Sunny Days, with the attention span of a toddler and the self-preservation instincts of a rabid lemming, at least in Luna’s exasperated view.

Luna had been forced to deliver several over the lap, bare-bottom, spankings in an attempt to beat a little common sense into the featherhead her wise sister had become. In the most recent case it had been done in order to convince her that declaring herself to be Princess Celestia, true ruler of Equestria—despite looking like she wasn’t even old enough to vote—was a bad idea. And this despite the fact that it had been the fully integrated Celestia who had left the plans for Sunny to be Sunny in her diary before she had taken the action that had resulted in her diminishing.

Eventually Sunny had conceded the necessity of going along with her former self’s plan. But not before she ended up needing several fluffy pillows in order to sit comfortably.

Yet, despite that, It had taken a direct order from Luna to Sunny Days’ guards to prevent the silly pony from dashing straight to Ponyville and jumping right through the gate Luna was currently guarding as soon as she got word of its existence. A gate that Sunny was positive was a backdoor to Caridoon.

Despite her sister’s current level of immaturity, Luna had no reason to doubt Sunny’s guess. Her now much younger sister seemed to have received a faint mental communication from her better half, currently trapped in Caridoon, informing her of the gate’s existence. Somehow the trapped avatar force had managed to make a connection to the magic that had turned Caridoon into a massive prison for criminally inclined tribes and used it to open a hidden doorway through which a rescue operation might be mounted.

Or at least Luna hoped that this was the case. It would be disastrous if the gate led to some other place totally unrelated to Caridoon. It would leave her with the possibility of yet another threat to Equestria besides Caridoon. It would also mean that the only option left to her would be forcing open a gate to Caridoon through sheer brute force. That might take decades, and announce her coming to anypony with the magical sensitivity of a slug. She was deeply fearful that she might not be able to win such a battle. Her responsibility to Equestria might mean she could not risk it, even if it cost her sister the loss of her true self forever. On the other hoof, if the gate in front of her really was a route into Caridoon the chances of restoring her sister increased by a factor of hundreds.

That is, if certain ponies had not managed to waste the opportunity due to their foolish headstrong behavior. For a moment Luna’s expression flickered and the shadow of Nightmare Moon overlaid her normal appearance as she remembered how Rainbow Dash had tricked her out of position so she and her griffon friend could sneak through the gate. An action that Sunny Days would likely approve of wholeheartedly. An action that, in all honesty, Luna herself might have cheered on, before she found herself in her current position of being solely responsible for the safety and security of Equestria.

And that thought brought her back around full circle to her regret over her older sister’s absence. She had done the correct thing by forbidding Rainbow Dash from going through the gate in pursuit of her friend Fluttershy, whom Rainbow Dash claimed had been kidnapped by a monster. And when Rainbow Dash had gone through anyway, along with her griffon friend, Luna had done the right thing in not pursuing the foolish pony herself, nor informing Twilight Sparkle of the situation.

Not letting Twilight know what happened was of paramount importance. There would be no way the newly minted princess would allow her friends to face the perverted natives of Caridoon on their own, and the very last thing Luna needed was to lose yet another Alicorn to that filthy, disgusting realm.

In pursuit of keeping Twilight in the dark, Luna had co-opted three young, enthusiastic fillies to help her guard the gate when she had caught them creeping around in the bushes. Besides keeping them from spreading tales, this had the beneficial side effect of segregating Spike, Twilight Sparkle’s friend and assistant, away from the Princess of Friendship. This helped preserve the secret of the gate until Luna could take steps to secure it. A matter of critical importance. Rainbow Dash had done one good thing when she had flagrantly disobeyed her rightful ruler: She had shown Luna that extraordinary measures would have to be taken to guard access to and from the gate. Measures that were even now nearing completion. Very shortly it would be impossible for anyone to go through the gate without Luna’s approval, and just as importantly, that nothing from the other side could enter Equestria.

All of this had been carried out with the clear knowledge that the three females who had gone through the gate were very likely to suffer a terrible fate as a result of Luna’s actions. Her blood burned with shame at having to accept that consequence. There was no way around it, however. Anypony who went through that gate would pick up the Caridoon taint. Any pony Luna sent through the gate would be infected and rendered helpless and compromised by the effects. The only pony currently in Equestria who possessed both the taint, and a power level high enough to make a difference was herself. Unfortunately, Duneyrr had proven he had the ability to drain an alicorn of her magic when he successfully did so to Celestia. As the last bulwark between Equestria and Caridoon, if the worst should happen, Luna could not afford to risk herself, or Twilight Sparkle.

It was also vital to the safety of Equestria that the existence of the gate be kept as tightly guarded a secret as possible. Luna was firmly convinced that the only way to neutralize the threat Caridoon represented was via secret infiltration of the country. She had to create a fifth column to sabotage and eventually overthrow the rulers of that land. She could only pray that the three who had already gone through would not reveal its existence. If they had, it was very possible that in the end Equestria might fall to Duneyrr’s ambition, and become as much a hell-land as Caridoon itself; where every mare was a slave and subject to the depraved lust of the male population.

Not that there was anything wrong with depraved lust, she should certainly do with some of that herself at the moment. But even a horny slut like her knew that sometimes other things needed to take priority. Like making sure every mare in Equestria didn’t become rape bait.

None of that made it any easier for her to do what she had done, and the thought of the eventual confession she would have to make to Twilight Sparkle made her nauseous. She fully expected that she would forever lose the friendship that had been given without reservations after Nightmare Moon had been driven from her body. Some actions were simply unforgivable, no matter how justified. The one and only good thing about this whole mess was that according to Sunny Day’s dreams, her celestial self seemed to have her situation well under control and there was no danger that Duneyrr would be able to tap her power for his own use. As long as that situation remained Luna had time. Time to plan, time to take careful action. Time for so many things. Except for one.

Luna’s stomach roiled some more as she considered that she had just about run out of time to put off informing Twilight Sparkle of the situation. The blockhouse she had ordered her hired engineers to build around the gate for security was almost finished. Soon she would not be able to justify her constant presence here. Which was likely just as well. She had neglected her duties in Canterlot, and she greatly feared what certain members of the senate might have gotten up to in her absence. With that thought in mind she examined the gatehouse she had ordered to be constructed.

In front of Luna, the area around the gate had been cleared of all the trees and boulders she had earlier torn up to contain anypony coming through from the other side. In their place, a massive guard house of heavy, magically infused blocks of crystal had been constructed around the portal. A thick iron door engraved with Zebrician runes of strength and protection sealed the entrance, but it wasn’t the only barrier. The block house contained two rooms. One room in which resided the gate, and one room that connected to the outside. Between them was a massive door capable of holding anything that didn’t have the ability to exit through the walls themselves. Unlikely. Luna had not made the classic mistake of building a door stronger than the walls it was set in.

The room the gate was situated in was only large enough to hold at most six ponies, if they were very friendly. Narrow viewing portals using polarized mirrors and magic allowed ponies outside the block house to see the inside of the gate room in its entirety. It would be impossible for somepony to hide out of sight. Or in any way to influence the watch tponies.

Naturally the entire edifice was airtight. Luna was not about to take any chances that the Caridoon taint might infiltrate Equestria through the very air itself, even if she didn’t think it likely. She was just this side of positive that the taint required some sort of environmental magic to propagate. A magic that did not exist in Equestria. But she was taking no chances that she didn’t need to.

The room that contained the exit also came with viewing ports. The door between the two rooms was linked to the outside door and the only way to open one was if the other was shut. This created a lock through which ponies going in or out could be filtered. It was impossible for an invasion force from the other side to overrun any guards by sheer numbers.

Measures had also been taken to decontaminate any ponies who had come through from Caridoon. The taint itself could not be removed from a living thing, but anything clinging to them, or present in the air, could be neutralized. Luna already knew that the taint could not be transmitted by contact with a carrier. She had certainly never been able to transmit it to another pony, and back before Celestia had banished her to the moon she’d certainly tried her hardest to do so.

For just a moment Luna wondered how different history might have been if there had been a pony like Big Mac back then. His reserves of earth magic were incredible, so strong that he was capable of replacing the magic his slave Bother needed to remain healthy and sane. If she’d had a lover with his abilities back then, would she have gone insane and tried to overthrow her sister? Luna shook off the thought and the regret. What was past was past, it was the future she needed to be concerned with now.

Returning her focus to the gatehouse, Luna felt the anxiety that had been plaguing her from the moment she had heard about the gate retreating. Now that it was complete, Equestria was once again secure. A foal could bottleneck an army with this setup.

Which was the lure Luna had used to convince the Cutie Mark Crusaders to help her stand guard, so they could learn all about the mechanism. A thin excuse they had accepted instantly. Luna had been a bit afraid that Twilight Sparkle’s dragon assistant might be a bit more discerning. But it had soon become clear that the three fillies had him wrapped around their little hooves. Luna allowed herself to feel a momentary sense of amusement. It was funny watching the maturing dragon trail after the three fillies. Mentally, his nose was shoved so far up under their cute tails that the rest of the world might as well not exist for all he paid attention to it. And the little minxes were fully aware of it.

The four not-so youngsters anymore were standing pressed up against each other as they diligently peered through a viewing port. Well, the three fillies were. Spike just looked like he was enjoying being surrounded on all sides by soft, sweet-smelling mares who were not in the least shy about rubbing their bodies up against his smooth scales.

Luna could not help but notice that he had certainly grown under their influence. Dragons were a bit like goldfish. Their environment tended to dictate their size. It also tended to influence their body type. Spike could have grown into a massive multi-ton beast under the right circumstances. Instead, living with Twilight had kept him small and cute. Now under the influence of the three teen-age mares he was no longer exactly small, though to the right mindset he was certainly cute. But he was not dragon big, just pony big being a little taller than Big Mac, and maybe a little lighter, though that heavy muscular tail likely added a fair bit to the total. The important point as far as he and the mares was concerned was that he was still small enough to be sexually compatible with them, if only just, whenever matters reached that stage. Luna was pretty sure it hadn’t yet. For one thing the girls had shown no discomfort during the past few weeks as they walked around the facility. If they’d been having a massive dragon wang shoved up their tight little pussies on a regular basis that would not be the case. And it would be on a regular basis. Dragons tended to extremes, and at some point those three were going to discover the sort of fire they had been playing with. Luna hoped she’d be around to see it. It promised to be quite the show. Luna clenched her belly in erotic anticipation.

Pulling her mind out of the gutter, with difficulty, she really needed to get laid, and soon, Luna turned her attention from the bunker to the beings who had built it. While the majority of the construction crew were ponies, it also included a selection of all the races who had immigrated to Equestria from their native lands. There were several zebras, a couple of minotaurs and even a griffon. They were mostly male, but several of the ponies were mares. The smaller slighter females might have looked a bit out of place among the burly construction workers but they had proven to be just as capable, not to mention as rough and tough as their male counterparts. In fact the forepony in charge of the whole project was a middle-aged mare who was not in the least shy about tearing a strip off of even the biggest member of her crew if she thought he was either slacking or screwing up. Ms. Whip Crack was a superlative site manager. She really lived up to her cutie mark of a snapping bull-whip. But, that was to be expected, given her secret life.

Thinking of Ms. Whip, and the construction crew she had gathered, Luna felt a warm glow. After so much had gone wrong, it seemed like the universe had decided to make it up to her. If she had not stumbled into the mind of Milktoast two weeks ago while dream surfing she would never have found this crew, or the very capable Ms. Whip, or discovered the existence of the social group they all belonged to.

Milktoast was a low level castle functionary who had something to do with cleaning supplies inventory. He had fallen asleep in his little cubbyhole of an office and slipped into a horrific nightmare. Luna was naturally drawn to ponies in the grip of bad dreams, and she’d seriously needed a distraction from her current situation. What she had found in his dreams had at first filled her with terror, and then with hope.

Because it seemed that Milktoast belonged to a secret society that among other things seemed to celebrate the slavery and subjugation of mares. Her first reaction was that somehow the Caridoon leaders had already managed to infiltrate Equestria under her sister’s very nose.

But, a close examination of Milktoast’s dreams, with a little direction from her, had revealed that this “Clocktower Society” was a far cry from Caridoon. For one thing it had safe words. Part of Milktoast’s nightmare revolved around his safe words being ignored. Which was another thing that was different. No male, however wimpy, was enslaved in Caridoon—at least that she ever saw—but it was very clear that Milktoast was not only a slave, but that his owner was a mistress.

All of this had been intriguing, but it had been far overshadowed by the cause of Milktoast’s bad dreams.

Milktoast’s mistress had set him the task of going through the society’s personnel records and putting together a highly qualified construction team to build a new annex onto one of their existing locations. Which was apparently in some sort of cavern system.

Luna had been struggling with how she was going to set up a training facility to teach her volunteers how to cope with Caridoon culture, and how to deal with the sort of sexual activity they would have to engage in once they were tainted by Caridoon’s magic. This Clocktower Society offered the possibility of solutions to two problems. A place to train her volunteers, and a source of volunteers as well.

If Milktoast’s dreams supplied an accurate assessment of the society's culture,that is.

Luna had decided to throw the dice and use Milktoast’s list of construction ponies. She had sent agents out across Equestria to approach those ponies and present them with a royal decree to make themselves available for a project of the utmost importance to Equestria. One and all they had answered the call. That either showed their loyalty, or was suspicious as hell, as of course any infiltration agent would give their hind teeth for a chance at being involved in a secret government project.

And for the last week Luna had been carefully watching them in action.

A task made much more enjoyable by all the large buff stallions that choose to take advantage of the rural setting and away from the rather prudish city culture to work in the nude.

Now after watching them work, and surfing their dreams in the evening, she had decided that the Clocktower Society might just make the difference between survival and submission for Equestria. Not to mention the restoration of her sister.

No small part that last one. Besides her personal desire to see her sister restored, there was also the small fact that her chances of being able to adopt her slave persona and get the Tartarus screwed out of her were slim to none if she didn’t put her sister back on the throne. It was the only way she would be able to take time off and let Big McIntosh whip her ass till she couldn’t sit, and then shove that huge cock of his down her throat till she couldn’t breathe. She licked her lips as she enjoyed the memory of his cum coating her tongue and face.

Or so she had thought. Maybe, if the Society would accept them as members, Big Mac would have the opportunity to do even more interesting things to his royal slave. In a private setting that had a long history of keeping such behavior a secret.

“Princess Luna,” a voice intruded on her thoughts in a polite deferential tone. Giving a sigh—she couldn’t even have a good sex daydream—Luna opened her eyes and looked down at Ms. Whip, an eyebrow lifted in an interrogatory manner.

“We’ve put the final touches to the block house. Do you have more for us to do? Or can we start packing up our tools and shelters?” While the words were spoken in a calm direct manner, the marble colored pony with the brick red mane could not keep a touch of nervousness out of her voice, or from showing up in her expression. Like most of the crew Ms Whip had chosen to work in the nude, and that made her body language very easy to read for someone as old as Luna.

“The block house was urgently needed as fast as possible. We still need more work done on the support structure, but you can give your workers time off and we can discuss what needs to be done. Those who have duties elsewhere are free to leave, but we will need to replace them in due time,” Luna said. Ms. Whip visibly relaxed and gave a nod of her head.

“But, I have something I need to discuss with you once you’ve instructed your crew. If you could join me in my tent afterwards, it would be much appreciated.”

Ms. Whip winced, but gave Luna an obedient nod as she said, “I’ll be back quickly, Your Highness.”

Luna watched as the forepony hurried away, her cute but muscular ass twisting with each stride, her red tail swishing in agitation. She then turned and went into her tent to set the tea to brewing.

Luna was much older, and much better at concealing her feelings than Ms. Whip, but that did not mean she didn’t have reservations or nervous attacks. So much depended on the conversation she was about to have. It would not be too much of an exaggeration to say that the entire future of Equestria might rest on the next half hour. And while that of course was paramount, there was also the chance that it might also improve her sex life, and given the taint she suffered from that was no small thing to her.

Once again Luna felt the pressure of being the one true ruler. It seemed that every minute of every day was critical, with one wrong step having the potential to destroy the country her sister loved so much.

None of those worries showed on Luna’s face ten minutes later when Ms. Whip coughed at the entrance of her tent. “Come,” Luna called from where she was sitting at the simple camp table. Doing her best to channel her sister, she gestured to the chair on the other side of the table, bidding Ms. Whip to sit as she used her magic to lift the teapot and pour. “I believe you take your tea without sugar or cream,” she said politely as a clearly nervous Ms Whip carefully sat down.

“Yes, thank you, Princess. What was it you wished to talk to me about?”

Luna composed herself and prepared to lie through her teeth. “First, I wished to thank you and your crew for the superlative job you did on the guardhouse. I am very impressed on how well you organized a crew where so few of them had worked together before. They were drawn from all over Equestria, I believe.”

“Thank you, Princess, but my job was not that difficult. They were all first class tradesponies who needed very little direction from me to do their jobs.”

“Yes, and then there is the fact that they all belong to different branches of the same social club. That must have helped,” Luna said casually as she took a sip of tea. She didn’t even bother to hide her amusement as Ms. Whip jerked in shock and fumbled with her cup, spilling tea all over herself and the table.

“Why so surprised, Ms. Whip? Surely you must have realized it could not be a coincidence that every member of your workforce belonged to the same secret society? What is it called? Oh, yes, The Clocktower Society.”

Ms. Whip looked pale as she said, “We had hoped it was a coincidence. That we had only been selected because of our public faces and skill-sets. We are all at the top of our field after all, and it was made clear to us that this project was of critical importance to Equestria.” The distressed pony swallowed nervously and then asked, “I assume since you are showing your hand that the raids have already commenced on our various compounds?”

Luna took a sip of tea and let Ms. Whip simmer for a bit before finally taking mercy on her. “I will admit that I had several squads of troops on standby. Being very careful not to allow them to know just what the targets were. Considering how many of your society members are in the royal guard, that seemed the best course.”

Ms. Whip’s cheek twitched, and Luna took note that she’d made a hit. While normally finding out that members of the royal guard belonged to a secret society devoted to BDSM games would be troublesome, in this circumstances it was actually a relief. Her infiltrators were going to need to have far more skills than simply an ability to fuck convincingly.

Having paused for just a second to let her point about the guards sink in, Luna continued. “But it seems that there is no need. According to the historians I have had rummaging through my sister’s records for the past week, your society is not a danger to Equestria. In fact she believed you performed a vital function, a pressure relief valve if you will. And then of course there is my own observations of you and your crew. You had no idea what I was guarding against, and if you had been the threat I initially feared, you would have.”

Ms. Whip still looked pale, but had recovered enough to try and take a sip from the teacup that was shaking in her hands, only to discover it was empty. Luna levitated the pot and topped up her cup. “What… what is this threat?” Ms. Whip asked in a shaky voice.

“Caridoon!” Luna said, imbuing the one word with all the weight her skill as an orator allowed. Every bit of her attention was focused on Ms. Whip to see how she would react to that word.

Ms. Whip didn’t just spill her tea this time. The cup fell right out of her hands and shattered on the hard ground below her feet. Her expression ran through a gamut of emotions, shock, suspicion, fear, and finally, hope. “You know what Caridoon means?” she said in a whisper. “We’ve never known. We’ve only come across it a dozen times over the centuries, but it has always been associated with the most vile of organizations. The few times we were lucky enough to get our hands on one of their higher-ups they mentioned Caridoon. But none of them were highly enough placed to put it into context.”

Luna leaned forward, her expression intent, “So, as far as you know your society has no idea what Caridoon is.”

“We’ve always assumed it was the name given to the organization behind so many Tartarusfire clubs. They all share the same theme, total subjugation of females, with genuine non-consensual slavery. It was also thought it might be the name of some individual, but if that were the case either he is immortal, or it is passed down from one leader to another because our records go back over three thousand years, to the time of Celestia’s Unification of Equestria.”

“You know about the part my sister played in that?” Luna asked in surprise. Celestia had spent a great deal of effort in removing herself from history. There was truth behind the Hearth Warming, but that truth was a fraction of all that had lead to the unification of the three pony races. But the important bit, the kindling of the eternal flame, that was true.

“We are almost as old as your sister. I suppose I should not be surprised that she knew of our existence.”

Luna wondered if her sister had known about the society back when she’d been having her trouble. If she’d been honest back then about what was causing her so much distress would Celestia have been able to point her in the right direction to get her many itches scratched? Another lost opportunity, and a lesson in not keeping everything to yourself. Which was ironic given her current behavior. Maybe she’d been making a big mistake keeping Twilight out of this matter. For the moment she needed to focus on what Whip Crack was saying.

“As I’m sure you are aware Equestria was not a friendly place for people who enjoyed, shall we say, alternative sexuality. After the unicorn dynasty was overthrown there was a backlash against anything but the most basic and vanilla sex practices. Not all of the slaves prior to that had found their position distasteful, and not all of the masters and mistresses had been cruel monsters. Our society was founded by those who wished to pursue that lifestyle. But at the same time they wished to do everything possible to prevent the culture that existed under the unicorns from happening again. That is why the very first and primary law of the Clocktower Society is, ‘Your Safeword Is The Law’.”

Luna was impressed with how Ms. Whip managed to capitalize those last few words.

“That sounds admirable. But I have learned that such high-sounding principles can erode over time.”

“We have guardians who worship the true flame of harmony. And they have an enforcement branch. I will not say we have never had dark periods. At the very beginning there was a small faction of Unicorns who wished to use the society to return to the lifestyle they enjoyed when they were the undisputed rulers of the land. They were even supported by some earth ponies who had enjoyed privileged status under the old order. They were driven from the society. Our halls sealed against them.”

Ms. Whip gave a bitter laugh. “They are our boogeyponies. The story we tell young ponies who are inducted into the society. ‘They are out there, somewhere,’ we say, ‘plotting for when they can restore Equestria to the old ways.’”

“And are they?” Luna asks. “Could their descendants be associated with Caridoon?”

“It has been proposed. Please, your highness, understand that I am a member of long standing, but I am not part of the upper echelon. I know the stories that are passed around the members, but I am not privy to the deeper secrets. It is possible that our leadership knows the truth about Caridoon and simply have not chosen to share it with the membership.”

“Would you like to know the truth?” Luna asked. “Would you carry that truth to your leadership for me?”

“Of course. I would be honored,” Ms. Whip said in a hoarse voice thick with strain. She leaned in close, her entire body tensed as a coil spring as she focused every bit of her attention on the princess.

“Caridoon is a place. A vile prison where the worst of the worst have been locked away for times uncounted. A land where to be a female is to be a slave. Where all males are predatory. A land that intends the subjugation of Equestria, with the goal of enslaving our mares and corrupting our stallions. And if we can not stop them, they might very well succeed. They are trapped at the moment, but I know for a fact that they are striving with all their might to escape. I mean to take the fight to them, but it will not be easy. Caridoon has its own magic. Invasion is not an option! Our troops would be overwhelmed! I intend to infiltrate them! And your society might make that possible!” Luna was using the full Royal Canterlot Voice by the time she finished.

Ms. Whip was shoved back into her chair, which went up on its two back legs, from the force of Luna’s voice. She looked more than a little shellshocked.

Luna looked a little self conscious at having gone overboard. She had intended to slowly work her way through the full story and explanation. Taking in Ms. Whip’s wide staring eyes, she gave a sigh and rubbed her forehead just below her horn. In a slightly calmer voice she said, “Caridoon’s culture is one of male domination. All females are slaves. I wish to remove the threat with as little bloodshed as possible. That means I have to get a small strike force within range of the ruler. I need to send in infiltration teams, not just to make the actual strike but to set up supply and support bases. And those teams will have to blend into the Caridoon culture. That means the mares will have to pass as slaves, and the stallions as their owners. I think you can see why the society would be a great help in training and supplying those infiltrators.”

“Why not just send stallions?” Ms. Whip asked, having finally recovered her usual personal control.

“Because Caridoon is protected by a magical taint that was intended to control the population. Any pony who enters it will be infected by an incurable corruption. Sex will go from being a simple means of reproduction and pleasure to a necessity of life. At least for stallions. What information we have indicates that a stallion who has been infected will have to have sex daily in order to retain his health and to go more than a week without will result in a painful death. Long before that we fear they may become so lust-ridden that the veneer of civilization will be stripped away and they will rape any female they can get their hooves on.”

“And of course if we sent only females in they would fall prey to the native males?” Ms Whip said in a questioning tone.

“An astute deduction, you have it in one. And females are not immune to the taint. It may not cause their death, but it inflicts a never ending arousal that may only be soothed by a direct infusion of male sperm containing the counter taint on a regular basis. And there is no cure.”

Ms. Whip rubbed her chin in thought. Having been given a problem that she could focus on and for the time being ignore the implications. “I think I understand now. You need to send in small groups that have been trained to blend into the environment. Because of the permanent taint you would prefer volunteers. And of course the best volunteers would be those who would actually enjoy the situation.”

“Exactly! Verily you have hit the horseshoe nail on the head. In truth I had not hoped to gain volunteers who would enjoy the experience. I was at best hoping for those who could endure till they could return. But your reasoning is most sound. Do you truly think you can garner such volunteers from your society?”

“I can not speak for the society. But I know for a certain fact that there are enforcers who would give their right tit for a chance to take down Caridoon. It’s been a dream for some of them from the time they enlisted in the guard.”

“Can you get word to your society quickly?”

Ms. Whip’s brows furrowed in thought, and Luna could almost read her mind. She was trying to come up with an answer that would not give away too much information about her society.

“There are channels I will have to go through,” Ms. Whip said at last. “But for something this important I’m sure it will go to the top very quickly. I can’t give you a definite time, but I would not be surprised if we did not hear back in no more than two or three days.”

“I would hope for quicker, but I have already resigned myself to the fact that I may have to play the long game in this matter,” Luna said. “Send the word. In the meantime, after your break, now that the main defence structure has been erected, we will need several outpost buildings. Quarters for those that will oversee the gate and those passing through. Those for the latter should reflect their new roles.”

“I will see to that at once,your highness,” Ms. Whip said as she rose from her chair and knelt in respect to Luna before rising and hurrying from the tent.

Princess Luna felt her gut fully unclench for the first time since her sister’s diminishing. For all her brave talk of revenge and taking the fight to Caridoon she had never been able to completely dismiss the fear that King Duneyrr might succeed in his goal and bring all of Equestria under his sway. Now things seemed to finally be going her way. She had discovered a backdoor into her enemy's stronghold she hoped, and it was blockaded so that the Caridoon natives could not use it. And now she had gained what might be a vital resource. With the Clocktower Society she had a weapon that might prove capable of neutralizing Caridoon’s strongest defenses. Their culture and the magic nature of that land.

She felt like celebrating.

The first thought that popped into Luna’s mind was to pay a private nighttime visit to Big McIntosh Apple. The very thought of being in his power again was enough to make her quiver in anticipation. But that wasn’t possible. Until he gained a Caridoon taint he had no energy to spare for her, the little slave doe Bother needed all of his attention, the lucky little slut.

Maybe she could pay a visit to Rarity Belle’s dreams this evening? It had been a long time since Dreamy Slumber had attempted to attack the Element of Generosity in the dream world. Luna was sure Rarity would have dreamed up numerous new punishments to inflict on the brash youngster. It might not be as satisfying as being ridden hard by Big Mac, but it was a close second.

Luna clenched her thighs in memory of some of the things Rarity had done to Dreamy Slumbers during previous sessions. It was a pity she had promised herself that she would keep as many of Twilight’s friends out of this situation as possible. She would have really liked to have experienced what Rarity could learn from spending several months being trained by the Clocktower Society.

Thinking of her promise to keep Twilight and her friends safe spoiled her good mood as she recalled that two of those friends were lost in Caridoon and likely suffering at the hands of its vile male population.

That brought back her earlier thought that she had been falling back into her old habit of keeping everything to herself. Twilight might be young, but she’d proven herself. It was time Luna to bite the apple and bring her into the situation.

A sudden commotion from outside her tent drew Luna’s attention and she stuck her head out through the flap to see what all the fuss was about. The various construction workers were running all over the site. They were gathering up handtools and congregating in front of the bunker’s main gate with expressions of worry and determination on their muzzles. The few Royal Guards who were present were quickly bucking themselves into their armour and weapons as they too formed up around the bunker’s main door.

“Rainbow Dash is back!” the Pegasus filly named Scootaloo squealed at Luna from where she was standing next to the observation port.

Luna’s head snapped up and her heart jumped in her chest. Hope bloomed, they were back! They were safe! She broke into a dead run, her wings spread so that she covered the distance in long hops, all thought of royal dignity thrown out the door as raced to where three fillies and a dragon were crowded around the small square viewing port.

“No, why’d she go back?” Scootaloo cried out.

“Wait, she’s back, and she’s with... is that Gilda?” Apple Bloom shouted out.

“Let me see, girls!” Luna snapped, barely restraining herself from magically flinging the girls away from the crystal view screen. She settled for picking them up bodily and setting them down a dozen or so feet away. Much to the girl’s annoyance.

“Ah, it is them!” she gasped as she spotted Rainbow Dash’s distinctive colouration as well as the griffin she’d been with when they had snuck by her a week before. The two of them were holding onto a rope that led into the portal and were pulling hard on it.

Luna heart sank slightly as she saw that both young females were sporting black leather collars, and she was pretty sure that the glints she was spotting from their bouncing breasts—well not so much bouncing as jiggling in Rainbow Dash’s case—were coming from slave rings threaded through pierced nipples. It seemed that her fears had been realized. Both girls had run afoul of the Caridoon slave culture. She drew some comfort in the fact that at least they seemed to have escaped whatever situation they had found themselves in, and if the rope was any indication, they might have actually captured one of their abusers. That could prove a valuable information coup. As long as they did not have an army on their tails. Luna felt anger threatening to overwhelm her as she considered that Rainbow Dash might have destroyed any chance Equestria had of saving itself. She quashed the reaction. She needed to be calm and get the facts, but Rainbow Dash was not going to escape the consequences of her actions, no matter how much she ended up smelling like a rose, if she did.

A moment later a large dusky yellow creature was dragged through the portal, drawing a gasp from the youngsters, and Luna, as they spotted the large thrashing bat-wings and the tell tale fangs jutting down from his upper muzzle.

“A vampony,” Apple Bloom squealed in excitement. “A real honest to goodness, sure as shooting, vampony.”

“How cool is that,” Scootaloo chimed in. “Leave it to Rainbow Dash to capture a monster like that.

Luna said nothing. She was reeling in shock. It wasn’t possible. All her loyal transformed followers had died during the War of the Sisters. There couldn’t be any Alucards left. How was this possible? A chill went down her spine. She hadn’t exactly been sane when she’d created the Alucards. They had been loyal to her, but they had not been by any stretch of the imagination good ponies. Had Caridoon drawn them in, just as it had so many other evil beings and tribes? And if it had, what would she do? Evil or not, they were still her responsibility, her children almost. Could she save them, or would she have to put them down like mad dogs?

Author's Note

Sorry I've been away so long. Several things led to me having a hard time writing. One of them was I found myself looking down a hundred thousand word road to get to the fun stuff. I had spent so much time world building and seemed no closer to getting to the point where I could simply write stories set in this BDSM world.

At last I decided I simply was not going to try. With this story I'm abandoning a huge chunk of story telling I had planned and jumping forward. I know exactly what happened to the gang in Caridoon, and if anyone wants to write their story I'll be glad to help. For now you're going to be subject to lots of teasing as I have them think about and mention events that happened there.

You can get a taste from Theonewithoutaname who has written some of Dash and Gilda's story. For now and likely the future it's canon.

https://www.fimfiction.net/story/371717/dusk-shine-rising-rainbows-and-gildas-sexventure

Now for the good news. The next chapter is finished and has been turned over to the pre-readers. so at least for one more chapter you won't have a one year wait.

Ch6 The Return

There is mention of events in this chapter that have not been documented in a previous chapter or story. So don’t worry that you missed them.

Dusk Shine and the Mysterious Society
The Return

“Dang it Fluttershy, quit fighting me!” Rainbow Dash cursed as she pulled on the vine rope that led to the tangle of webbing currently constricting the body of her best friend. Dash was an old hand at weaving nets to carry things, but this was both larger, and made out of less than perfect material. As a result, it looked like it had been woven by grade school fillies. But Fluttershy’s current male body was far too bulky, especially her wings, to have any chance of slipping through one of the larger gaps.

“Ooof,” Gilda grunted as she joined Rainbow in putting all her predatory muscles behind helping to haul the struggling Fluttershy through the gateway from Caridoon to Equestria.

Normally Gilda by herself could have easily hauled around a hogtied Fluttershy. But Fluttershy, thanks to Discord, wasn’t currently wearing her normal body. She was at the moment a very large and muscular vampony that outweighed both Gilda and Dash together. A male vampony. A very strong, and at times, very sexually aggressive male vampony. So in addition to coping with Fluttershy’s size and weight Gilda was a bit distracted by the way Fluttershy’s cock and balls were dangling through one of the openings in the tangle of rope. It had only been an hour since she’d had that stuffed up her cunt and all the way to what felt like the back of her tits. Gilda would never admit it, but, dang, that pony could fuck. Her twat clenched in memory, and she felt the gooey wet feel of some of Fluttershy’s left over spunk ooze out of her body and down her thigh.

Fluttershy had proven over the last few weeks that when the mood struck her she was more than capable of shoving her dick into Gilda no matter how much the griffon hen might resist. A fact Gilda thoroughly enjoyed. It was pretty much the only reason Gilda was currently putting up with Fluttershy’s current bullshit. She was not about to let a cock that could wreck her as thoroughly as Flutterbat’s could get away. She could certainly do without the stupid dweeb’s emotional pony baggage, however. All that apologizing and guilt after she’d rocked Gilda’s world was tiring as hell. It was only when her cock was stiff that Fluttershy's conscience took a back seat. If only there was some way to arrange for the big bat pony to sport a hard on twenty-four seven, he’d be the perfect mate, Gilda thought as she strained every muscle to help Dash pull Fluttershy through the gate.

Unfortunately, at least as far as Gilda was concerned, when not sporting a cunt wrecker of an erection, Fluttershy was everything Gilda despised about ponies. Kind, caring, deferential, and wouldn’t say boo to a fly. In other words, a total waste of space and boring as hell.

“Please let me go, I can’t go back to Equestria, let me go back to Green, she loves me,” Fluttershy plead with Dash even as she struggled to break free of the ropes tangled around her oversized male body. She winced as her balls got caught up in the strands. The oversized globes were very tender. Fluttershy didn’t complain. It was justified punishment for the vicious way she’d fucked Gilda just a little while before. Her heavy balls had likely bruised themselves slapping against the Griffon’s stiff little clit and thighs as Fluttershy had pounded the helpless hen from behind. Fluttershy struggled to push the memory of Gilda’s tight warm passage gripping her cock away. A stiff prick was the reason she was in this situation. Getting aroused and losing control was the last thing she needed.

“She loves you!” Dash said in an incredulous voice. “She thinks you’re her pet. And they don’t call her ‘The Green Devourer’ for nothing. She eats ponies, Fluttershy!” Dash could not believe Fluttershy could want to go back to that monstrous dragon. Not after seeing her swallow down several ponies and other beings like they were grapes.

“That’s not fair. They tortured her for days. They were going kill her and cut her up for magical ingredients once they forced the location of her hoard out of her,” Fluttershy said as she tried to defend her beloved owner in a faint voice. She wished she could tell Dash the truth. That her owner only swallowed those ponies into her crop, and once she’d drained their balls dry she’d spit them back out in private. Green had a reputation to defend. Being known as the dragon who would not really eat you could only end with her back in the situation Fluttershy had first found her in. Flat on her back, her limbs spread wide and secured to thick trees while a bunch of tomb raiders prepared to butcher her.

“Yeah, can’t blame her for that. There are a few ponies I’d like to swallow down if I were big enough. And I don’t have nearly as much reason as old Devourer did,” Gilda said. Gilda had a soft spot for the green guardian dragon. As soon as Fluttershy showed the least little sign of suffering from the taint they had all picked up she would order her to fuck either Dash or Gilda, which ever one didn’t run fast enough. And luckily Dash’s ego wouldn’t let her throw the race so two times out of three it was Gilda who benefited.

“She set you on me and Gilda every time you went feral,” Dash retorted, while ignoring what Gilda had said. “Or don’t you remember chasing me down, forcing me over a wall and fucking my cunt till I could barely stand? Or pinning Gilda to the ground, shoving her beak into the dirt and shoving that monster between your legs up her ass till she screamed for mercy?”

“Did not,” Gilda protested, even as she suddenly looked almost bashful. That had been a good one. She’d been walking with a hitch for two days afterwards. Her uncharacteristic expression quickly changed as she glared at Fluttershy for daring to look at her with remorse though her bindings.

Despite the tone she was using, Dash was playing to Fluttershy’s guilt rather than really complaining about her treatment at the hands of the forest dragon. Personally she had thoroughly enjoyed those incidents. In the last month she’d discovered that sex felt as good as flying. Maybe better, though she’d never say that out loud. Especially when it was done right, and when Fluttershy was in the mood. no one did it better or rougher. Even Gilda ended up limp and barely able to move after a one on one session with the big vampony. A few times it had been hours before she was able to walk a straight line.

The only thing better, sex wise, was spending time secured in place and gangbanged for hours at a time. Getting cock constantly pushed her body to the limit. Dash tended to view sex the same way she viewed exercise. If you weren’t aching afterwards you weren’t doing it right. During nights when she’d been cuddled up to Fluttershy, and idly stroking her pussy during the afterglow, she’d daydream that Discord had done the same thing to all her friends that he’d done to Fluttershy and it was her job to take care of their rampant needs. That had led to many pleasant dreams where she had a cock shoved up every hole and one in each hand.

Gilda on the other hand, while of much the same view as Dash, didn’t think sex was complete without a lot of foreplay. But foreplay for a griffin hen involved what anypony else would call criminal assault. Without that element, no matter how many cocks were involved it just wasn’t the same, or so she said, often. It was one reason she declined to service Fluttershy voluntarily. It wasn’t until the vampony’s balls felt about to burst that Fluttershy was a decent fuck.

Fluttershy gave a guilty sob. “But don’t you see,” she said in a whispery voice all out of proportion to his body. “That’s why I can’t come back. I’m not safe to be around. Green can control me when I get too eager.”

“Yeah, by siccing you on us, so you can fuck us till you can’t get it up anymore,” Gilda retorted. She was able to play Fluttershy just as well as Dash by this point. “Don’t worry, Dweeb. We’ll stick by you. Anytime you feel the urge we’ll be there to make sure no other hen gets a chan... I mean so all the other ponies are safe.” Gilda could not bring herself to say that any hen who moved in on her stud would not need to be protected from Fluttershy. If those sluts ever found out about Fluttershy’s cock Gilda would have to get herself a club, with nails, to keep them off her property.

Dash shot Gilda a dirty look. Not that she didn’t agree with the sentiment, but as much as she enjoyed being forced down and fucked by the big vampony she hated how guilty Fluttershy felt afterwards. “Don’t worry, Fluttershy. Twilight will be able to fix you up.”

“Really? You think so?” Fluttershy looked at Dash through the web of the rope. Her big eyes gleaming with tears.

“Of course. If it’s a magical problem, Twilight can fix it,” Dash said, ignoring the dirty look Gilda was shooting her way, or the way she was drawing a claw across her throat in an effort to get Dash to shut the fuck up.

“But Cat said there was no cure,” Fluttershy said, mentioning the Caridoon changeling that had helped her save Dash and Gilda, and had introduced her to ‘The Green Devourer’.

That had been a dream come true. The green forest dragon had given her what Discord never could. An owner. As much as she loved Discord, she knew that there was simply no way he’d be a good pet owner, unlike Green. To the big dragon, Fluttershy had been a loving pet to be coddled and fed, brushed and bathed. And, here she felt a twinge of guilty pleasure, bred when the urge to do so struck Fluttershy with overwhelming force. The dragon had been the best pet owner Fluttershy could have ever dreamed of belonging to. She could not think of any other pony she knew who could control her as easily as the Dragon did in her current form. Twilight of course had magical power strong enough, but to Fluttershy’s deep regret she could not imagine her friend having the inclination. Not that Twilight was not a simply wonderful pet owner, but she simply could not imagine the rather prudish pony having another pony as a pet. And there was no way Twilight would arrange for her to breed Dash or Gilda the way Green had.

No, Green was the best owner possible and it was the luckiest day in Fluttershy’s life when she’d met her.

Of course before she had become the dragon’s pet, she’d needed to save the dragon. The Green Devourer had been ambushed and then tied down for several days at the time before Cat had led Fluttershy to the ruins the dragon guarded and lived in.

Fluttershy still felt guilt over that incident, even though she’d do the same thing all over again if it were needed. The big dragon had been helpless, bound and secured to the ground with hundreds of ropes. Her rear legs dragged open and her sex spread. A group of robbers had been in the process of shoving a sharpened log up her vulnerable sex. All the while laughing that if her scales were too hard to penetrate, they’d just take advantage of every slut’s greatest vulnerability. What choice did Fluttershy have? No matter how fearful she was of large dragons, she’d had to save the helpless beast. She’d never dreamed it would turn out so well.

That didn’t stop Fluttershy from feeling personally responsible for the ponies the dragon had swallowed whole after Fluttershy sliced through the ropes holding her secured in place with her claws. The dragon was a natural predator. She could no more fault her for swallowing those ponies than she could blame a fox for eating a bunny, even though a bunny was her beloved pet.

Even when she found out the dragon’s darkest secret, she only sort of swallowed the ponies, Fluttershy could not help but feel guilt over the fact she’d just stood by and watched those awful ponies and other beasts slide down the dragon’s gullet without making a single protest.

It was Fluttershy who was the real monster. Over the last few weeks she had violated poor Gilda and Dash again and again, and enjoyed every minute of it while she was doing it. She tried and tried not to. But the longer she resisted the harder it became to do so, until she could not hold herself in check anymore. When that happened, she’d ruthlessly chase either Rainbow or Gilda down. Taking advantage of the heavy forest growth to stalk them like a wolf after a helpless bunny. No matter how hard either of the girls tried, it was only a short time before Fluttershy had one or the other of them pinned, either to the ground or a tree branch and was jamming her cock into them. Either their sex or their ass. She didn’t care which. As long as it was a tight hot hole, that was all she cared about. Which is why there was no way she could return to Equestria.

Rainbow Dash blamed Fluttershy’s new predatory kink on Discord. But Fluttershy knew that was not the case. Her new body and Caridoon had merely made it impossible to hide what had been there all along. There was some part of Fluttershy that was pure predator. And it didn’t just appear spontaneously after she’d been gender swapped. The Grand Galloping Gala would never have gone so wrong if she’d been able to resist chasing after the critters in Celestia’s garden when they ran away from her. She’d tried to deny the feelings chasing after those fleeing critters had caused. And had mostly succeed. But then there was the Nightmare Night episode. It had been disquieting how stalking her friends had affected her. That was the real reason she’d declined to continue it. Not because she found it distasteful, but because she gotten so into it. If she’d had this body back then she was not sure any of her friends would have remained virgins. After that she could no longer deny the darkness inside her. She was a predator as much as she was a herbivore.

As if to counterpoint this fact, she’d had more than a few dreams recently where she’d stalked her other friends through the dark streets of Ponyville, or the trees of Sweet Apple Acres. All those dreams ended just like the events in real life. With one of her friends squealing as they wriggled on her cock as it drove deeper and deeper into their helpless bodies.

That was why she could never go back to Equestria. She was a bad, bad, pony.

Unfortunately Rainbow Dash disagreed with her and the current situation was the result. If only she hadn’t let her love of the chase take control of her, she would have realized that the two girls were working together to lead her far from the protective shelter of her owner.

The Devourer was magically locked to the ancient lost city she guarded and could not leave them.

By the time she caught the two and slaked her lust on their helpless bodies, it had been too late to fly home. So she’d snuggled up with the two well fucked females and settled in for the night. When she woke from the afterglow of good sex, it was to find herself bound up and being dragged back to the gate she had entered Caridoon through so many days before.

Dash just didn’t understand. She thought Fluttershy’s behavior was due to Discord giving her a vampony body. Dash didn’t realize that when it came to sex she’d always been this way. Once she became aroused the only thing she could think of was getting off. All Discord had done was give her a body that would allow her to express her perverted urges to the fullest. And being here in Caridoon didn’t help.

Cat had explained to them about the curse. How their bodies didn’t just want sex, but needed it to survive. Gilda quickly latched onto this. To her it explained why a meek and mild pony was suddenly the best fuck she’d ever had. She too blamed the curse for Fluttershy’s surprising aggression, in an approving way. Like Dash, she was wrong. Fluttershy had always been a sexual monster. Which is why she had given up on ever having a sexual relationship, until Discord. And in Caridoon she’d been given the chance to let her monster free, because in that place, and with two more than willing females, Fluttershy found the perfect situation. As both a loved pet, and with an active and satisfying sex life.

Oh, there was no question the curse had affected her. That had become obvious when she’d saved Dash and Gilda from the auction block in Stagville. The two girls had been captured and gang-banged for a few days before they’d been taken to the local town to be registered as the property of the two brothers who had caught them. It wasn’t really an auction. More a last chance for the girl’s real owner to show up and pay the fine for allowing them to roam free without a collar.

Thanks to Cat assuming a form identical to Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy was able to convince the beings in charge that she did own Rainbow and Gilda. They had accepted that. But had refused to give them to her on the basis that there was no way she could properly care for three females. Cat had later explained that there was on average only three females for every male in Caridoon. So it made sense that the males would object to one of their own keeping three females all to himself.

Strangely, the argument bore an eerie similarity to lectures Fluttershy had given to ponies who wanted to adopt a pet that was unsuitable for their living situation. Like a mining pony who wanted to adopt an eagle. Maybe that was why she’d argued that she was more than capable of caring for more than one pony. Her mind was focused on the pet aspect and she’d managed to convince the auctioneer to give her a chance to prove that she could do it. She’d been blindsided when it turned out that their main objection centered around her ability to sexually satisfy three young females. Usually the ratio was the other way around.

Cat, Dash, and Gilda had been secured into a framework that left them totally vulnerable to any pony who wished to breed them, and Fluttershy had been told to go ahead and prove her virility.

Thankfully she was still in the first stages of adapting to the magical taint of Caridoon and her libido was off the chart. She hadn’t just screwed all three girls in sequence, she’d done it several times. The final had involved her shoving her cock up Gilda’s tail hole while the griffon squealed and cursed. Fluttershy had felt an overwhelming satisfaction as she claimed the griffon’s ass unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was then she had realized that there was no way she’d be able to return to Equestria. She did not deserve to live among civilized ponies.

“Rainbow Dash!” A familiar voice boomed out, shocking Fluttershy out of her personal guilt trip.

“Shit,” Rainbow cursed, “it’s Princess Luna. I thought she’d have gone back to Canterlot by now. We are so screwed.”

“And not in a good way,” Gilda agreed as she looked around for the voice and noticed something she had missed before. “Say, Dash. Were there walls here when we left?”

“Oh, crap. I didn’t think she’d be that pissed,” Rainbow said as she looked around at the heavy walls that fully enclosed the gateway they’d just passed through. The only exit seemed to be a doorway that looked every bit as durable as the walls. There was no way she and Gilda would be able to make a break for it. Especially not with Fluttershy to carry along, and she was not going to leave her friend behind. It was her fault Fluttershy had ended up in that place. It might have been unbelievably cool to her and Gilda, well, the sex part, the slavery not so much. But it had been awful for Fluttershy, she was just too gentle a soul for a place that raw and real. Especially in the body Discord had stuck her in. She actually thought she was some sort of monster. As if.

Princess Luna’s voice snapped out several questions one right after the other. “Rainbow Dash! This is important. Is the land on the other side of the gateway Caridoon? Are there Caridoon natives in pursuit of you? Are there forces on the other side of the gateway?”

“Looks like Luna has been doing some research,” Dash muttered. Then in a louder voice she shouted out. “Nah. There ain’t anyone in miles of this place. It’s practically buried under the biggest dead fall of trees I’ve ever seen. If you didn’t know it was there already you’d never find it. Oh, and yeah, they do call it Caridoon.”

There was silence for a second, and then what sounded like a loud sigh of relief. “That’s good. Very good. Now, if you can secure the vampony and exit through the gate with your griffon friend I will send some royal guards in to secure him. Oh, and good work capturing him. It does not mitigate your crimes, but I will take it into consideration while considering your sentence.”

“What! What crime? I needed to save Fluttershy. It ain’t a crime to save a friend!”

When Luna replied, it was in a voice so cold that Dash was sure she could feel her lady-parts freezing. “It is when you disobey a direct order from your ruler. When that disobedience might doom all of Equestria to slavery and degradation. Caridoon has already attacked us once. They kidnapped your friend Applejack right out of the royal palace. My sister risked everything to recover her. We don’t know when they might try again. This gate is our only hope of taking the fight to them rather than fighting them in Equestria. You have been there. You know what it is like. Is that the fate you wish for your friends? To have no purpose other than to be cock sleeves for males who have no respect at all for anything that doesn’t have a cock between it’s legs? You jeopardized the battle before it has even begun.”

Rainbow Dash felt her stomach lurch. Applejack had been kidnapped and taken to Caridoon. Thank goodness Celestia had saved her before anything bad had happened to her. Dash hadn’t actually found the males that bad. Sure, they hadn’t actually given her and Gilda much choice in the matter, but they had, in their own rapist way, seemed concerned about them. It would only have been a matter of time before the two of them managed to escape. But, not all mares were as awesome as her and Gilda. Fluttershy for instance. If she’d been there as a female instead of a male... Dash shuddered as she said, “Ah, yeah. That does sound sort of bad.”

“I notice you did not manage to save your friend. So it was all for naught,” Luna said in a scathing tone as the big gate began to slowly slid open.

“You’re wrong, we did save Fluttershy.” Dash pointed at the bound vampony, hoping they could see her. “That’s Fluttershy. It’s all Discord’s fault, he’s the one who stuck her in that body, none of this would have happened if not for him.”

There was silence, and then an exasperated, “Discord!” from Princess Luna.

“Very well, we will let you out. The guards will escort you and your griffon friend to a holding area while I debrief Fluttershy.”

Dash opened her mouth to protest, and then shut it. Luna’s earlier words were still depressing her normal emotional state. Given a few hours, she’d likely convince herself that Luna was out to lunch and there had never been much of a risk but for right now, she was a bit sick at the thought that her actions could have seen all her friends and all the other mares she knew standing on a auction block waiting for some male to purchase them as cum buckets and cock sleeves. With no Fluttershy to fuck to the rescue. It hadn’t bothered her when it had happened to her in Caridoon, but that was because she knew that anytime she wanted, she could escape. But if Caridoon invaded and conquered Equestria, there would be no place to run.

When the guards opened the door and led them out, Dash and Gilda allowed themselves to be escorted in a direction opposite to Fluttershy. And while Gilda kept up a running litany of cutting remarks, Dash was silent and deep in thought.

Fluttershy hesitantly entered Luna’s royal tent, alone. She looked behind herself frantically expecting the guards who had escorted her to follow any second. Her hands dropped to the towel she’d tied around her waist, making sure it was secure. It felt strange. After her time in Caridoon, she found being clothed uncomfortable. Pets did not wear clothes, and she was a pet. But it was better than standing in front of the very scary Luna with an erection in full view. She might get offended and order it cut off.

“I wanted to have a private talk with you, Fluttershy,” Luna said.

“No, no, that’s not a good idea,” Fluttershy babbled, forgetting her usual terror of the Princess of the Night.

“And why is that?”

Fluttershy’s face flushed, the red running down her neck and across her shoulders. Even the base of her oversized bat-wings turned pink. How could she tell Princess Luna that she might become so aroused that she’d lose all rational thought and attack her? “It’s just not safe,” she mumbled, ducking her head and not meeting Luna’s eyes.

“Maybe because if you go too long without sexual contact with a female, you’ll rape the first one you can get your hands on?”

Fluttershy’s head shot up and she stared at Luna with wide eyes. “How?” she gasped out.

Luna answered in a clinical manner, while only glancing at Fluttershy for a few seconds at a time as she did so. “We have access to a native from Caridoon, a young doe named Bother. She is living at Sweet Apple Acres. While she does not possess detailed information about the political structure or practical aspects of the Caridoon culture, she is a font of information on what would be common knowledge for them. According to her, you should be experiencing overwhelming lust and if you do not address it, black-outs where you attack anything female. Is this the case?”

Fluttershy looked down in shame. “Yes,” she muttered.

“It’s not your fault. You have to believe that. It’s part of the protective mechanism the natives use to guard their country. Any invading army would find their males not only incapable of fighting, but a liability. Within a week of invading, the army would destroy itself from within.”

“Cat said it was to keep the prisoners occupied so they wouldn’t cause too much harm when they first arrived.”

“Cat?”

“She’s a friend. Without her, I’d have never been able to save Dash or Gilda, or find a place I belonged. She’s told me her people were the prison guards. Their job is to make sure none of the natives escape the valley.”

“Then they are not doing a very good job!” Luna snapped. “We’ve already had one major attack from one of their ‘prisoners’.”

Fluttershy flinched backward and Luna held up a hand in apology. “I”m sorry. Not your fault. And neither is your condition. While Bother has no first-hand experience with it, she knows the stories. After a certain period, freshly infected males stabilize to the point where they have control of themselves once again. They retain their mental faculties at all times. But even while you are adjusting, there is a solution. Simply engage in near-constant sex until your body acclimatizes. Did you do that? Or did you wait until you lost control before having sexual relations with your friends?”

“I tried to hold off as much as I could,” Fluttershy admitted.

“There you go then.” Luna gave a sigh. “I’m sorry this happened to you. But I’m also glad. It gives us confirmation of Bother’s information. Now I know for certain I can’t just send an army through the gate and muster on the other side. I’ll want you to talk to some of my people and tell them everything you can about life on the other side. They will also be questioning Rainbow Dash and her friend. This will be of great help to us.”

“I can do that,” Fluttershy said with some eagerness. Talking to someone else would mean not talking to Princess Luna. Then she had a sudden worrying thought. “They will be stallions, right?”

“Ah, I see your point. No, my best intelligence officers are female. We can’t have you attacking them in the middle of an interview. We really do need to take that into consideration. I don’t want them interviewing all three of you together. It might bias your information. But we can schedule regular breaks so you can have sex with either Rainbow Dash or the griffon hen. In a nearby tent. You should try to alternate between them, or do both at the same time. They might not be as distracted as you if they go without, but Bother assures me that females are just as affected in their own way as their bodies adjust. Just promise you won’t discuss your interviews.”

Luna said this in a totally matter of fact way, as if she was saying that there would be regular bathroom, and tea breaks. After all she’d been through in Caridoon, that didn’t actually bother Fluttershy all that much. Because in all honesty, she’d been using both of her friends as relief stations for weeks. It was just so strange to see Luna treat something like this so casually.

Fluttershy had expected to be regarded as a monster. A beast who could not keep his hooves off of, and his cock out of, any mare that came within reach. She had not expected to be treated like someone who simply had a curious dietary requirement that needed to be fed on a frequent basis. She still thought Princess Luna was being too generous, but compared to the reaction she had expected, this relieved her mind greatly. So she was more than ready to cooperate when Luna said, “While they set up the interview tents, why don’t you give me a quick rundown on just what happened to you in Caridoon? Just the broad outlines.”

Rainbow Dash hated being cooped up at the best of times. Boredom was the one enemy she simply could not abide. She hadn’t known how well off she was. Boredom was bad, but boredom and sexual frustration was even worse. She was starting to think she’d made a huge mistake in coming home. She’d tried to vamp the stallions who had led her and Gilda here, only be ignored. And while it was hard to tell with the armor they were wearing, she was pretty sure they hadn’t even popped a boner. Not even when she’d swept her tail across their chests as she’d bent down and flashed them all her goodies while pretending to pick something up off the ground. She was starting to greatly fear she’d experienced her last gang-bang, and once Twilight fixed up Fluttershy, her only access to a decent one on one fuck would fly out the window.

Dash glanced over at Gilda who was pacing back and forth in their small tent, five steps one way, five steps back. The way her tail was lashing and arching upward as well as the hitch in her step as she squeezed her pelvis every second stride showed that the griffon was feeling more than a little sexually deprived as well. Maybe they could lure the guards in and tackle them? Dash contemplated this as she rubbed her chin and looked at the tent flap in speculation.

As if in reaction to Dash’s thought, the flap flew open and a guard looked in, giving her and Gilda a harsh look that said better than words that they’d better fucking well behave themselves. The surprise set Dash’s heart racing, and it didn’t slow down when Luna trotted into the tent and closed the flap behind her. Dash swallowed nervously. Here it was. It was time to learn her fate. In her own mind she had done the right thing, and would do it again, but she knew Luna did not accept that, and Dash could see her point. She’d taken a huge risk when she’d ignored Luna’s orders to not go through the gate. And now that she knew about Applejack she couldn’t even argue that Luna had been overreacting.

Luna ran her eyes up and down Dash and Gilda, who had come over to stand next to Dash. Her eyes paused at their necks, taking in the slave collars they both still wore. “In Caridoon slavery is legal, that, of course, is not the case in Equestria. It would seem that you are Fluttershy’s property, at least by the law of Caridoon. If you had stayed there you would have remained her personal property. Should I charge her with sex trafficking, hmmm?”

“Bullshit,” Gilda sneered. “There is no way a soft pony princess is going to do something like that to the yellow marshmallow.”

“You think I’m soft?” Luna asked in a suddenly hard tone. “For the last two weeks I’ve been thinking of all the punishment options I have at hoof. I can’t tell you how annoying it is that almost every single one of them is currently illegal.” She ran her eyes up and down their bodies and for the first time in weeks, Dash had the urge to cover herself up. She really didn’t like that look, there was far too much of Nightmare Moon in it.

“I’ve already sent for a doctor to clip your primary feathers,” Luna suddenly snapped, her tone going hard. “On top of that, due to Fluttershy’s condition, I’m trying to figure out someway to legally make you two her personal little cocksleeves.”

“Huh. What’s to figure? Sign me up, I’ll take that job. I bet Dash would too. I’ve finally found somegriffon who’s a decent fuck. You want to call me her cocksleeve, fuck if I care. But you try to cut my wings and there is going to be blood. Lots of it.”

“Hmmm, interesting. Do you feel that way, Rainbow Dash?”

Dash was in a bit of a daze. Being told that she was going to get her primary feathers clipped had been a body blow. She was sure Gilda had the same reaction, but would never allow anypony to know. Setting that aside, she agreed with Gilda about Fluttershy. She might not be so graphic, but dang, feeling that big cock of his sliding into her twat and all the way to her bellybutton was nearly as good as flying. And it wasn’t like they’d really be slaves. That settled in her mind she said, “Fluttershy is my friend, and I enjoy spending time with her. So I don’t have any trouble with that. I sure won’t try to escape. So you don’t have to clip my wings.”

“The two have nothing to do with each other. I’m hoping in the six months to a year it takes you to molt and grow back your primaries, you’ll have time to think about your actions. It is going to happen. Should I have a dozen guards hold you down while the doctor clips your feathers?”

It was a mark of how Caridoon had affected her that Dash’s first reaction to the idea of a dozen guards holding her down was to get wet. So much so that it took a few seconds for her to process the rest of the question. Was she going to fight having her feathers clipped? The idea of being rendered flightless freaked her out. A year might as well be forever. But, now that she knew the stakes and what her actions might have caused she could not argue against it. Indeed, she felt sick to the stomach over the idea of her friends on the same auction block she’d been saved from. The idea of being punished actually eased her guilt slightly. “No. I won’t fight it, I deserve it. But don’t punish Gilda. You never ordered her directly not to go, and if it wasn’t for me, she never would have.” Dash swallowed nervously, not believing what she was about to say. “If you want I’ll serve her sentence as well. Once my feathers grow back, you can cut them again.”

Luna stared at Rainbow Dash with gimlet eyes, and then looked over at Gilda, who actually found herself unable to directly meet the Lunar Princess’ eyes straight on. “I don’t need a pony to take a hit for me. I knew it was hinky and did it anyway. I’ll take my hit along with Dash.”

Luna looked back and forth between the two girls. They were both defiant, but equally aware that they’d made a serious error.

The tableau held for several second and then it broke. “Thank goodness,” Luna said as she expelled a deep breath. “If you had tried to fight me I’d have had to carry out that sentence, but you two and Applejack are the only ponies already infected. I’m going to need your help, and depriving you of your wings would be bad for Equestria.

“That does not mean you’re not going to be punished. But now that I know you understand your crime and accept you made a mistake, I can leave your wings intact.That’s why I’m sentencing you to a one year supervisory incarceration. You will live with your jailer, her word will be law. If she wants to put you over her knee and lash that cute butt until you can’t sit, she can. Unlike so many other options, corporeal punishment is still on the books.”

“But she’ll let us fuck Fluttershy, right?” Dash asked hastily.

“Idiot. She’s talking about Fluttershy,” Gilda said, while driving an elbow into Dash’s ribs. Her eyes gleamed at the idea of Fluttershy punishing her. The brawl would be epic, and the after fuck fantastic.

“Oh, that’s cool then,” Dash said in a slightly breathless voice.

“Actually. I wasn’t,” Luna said. “I was planning on deputizing a suitable pony, and giving her charge of you. I have every confidence she has the talent and inclination to make sure you two are taught proper behavior.”

Both Dash and Gilda looked at Luna in shock. “Who?” Dash said in a wary voice, not liking the look on Luna’s face.

“You know her well...” Before she could finish. Dash interrupted her.

“Not Twilight? She’d freak,” Dash protested.

“No! Not Twilight, but someone much more inclined. You know her well, your friend Rarity Belle.”

“This blows,” Scootaloo grumped as she and her friends sat off to the side and watched the camp turn over like a stepped-on ant hill. Guards and construction workers were running every which way. Rainbow Dash, the incredible vampony, and Gilda had been sequestered away in tents surrounded by guards.

And the Crusaders had been relegated to the sidelines, forbidden to approach Rainbow Dash on pain of getting their posteriors paddled. Spike had been given explicit instructions by Princess Luna herself that under no circumstances was he to allow the Crusaders to sneak into the tents where Rainbow Dash and the other two gate travelers were being kept. She had threatened that if he failed in this endeavor, he’d be strung up by his thumbs naked in the middle of the camp and used as a practice dummy for the royal guards.

Scootaloo was pretty sure Princess Luna wouldn’t really do that, but Spike sure acted like he believed her. The big weeny. How could someone as hunkalicious as Spike had become be so whipped? She glanced out of her corner of her eyes at where Spike loomed over her, Sweetie Belle, and Apple Bloom. In just a couple of months he’d gone from being the same height as them to what he was now. A few inches taller than Big Mac and with his tail, maybe a hundred pounds heavier.

To be honest they’d first considered Spike even before his growth spurt. That had happened after Scootaloo had found a racy novel someone had thrown into the trash that featured a dragon with a thing for fillies. The things he’d done to those captured fillies had been an education. They hadn’t even known half of those had been possible. It had been shortly after reading that book, over the course of several long sleepless nights, that they had decided to cozy up to Spike on the off chance he might grow into a dragon like the one in the book. Shortly after that Spike had experienced his first growth spurt.

As Spike had for the last couple of months he was wearing a pair of pants, and nothing else. From the looks of things he was going to need new pants soon as the current pair looked like they were about to burst. They clung to his body like a denim skin and outlined his impressive package, leaving next to nothing to the imagination.

Not that Scootaloo was one to talk. She and her friends could only barely be called clothed themselves. The short shorts she was wearing were cut so high that the thin strip of fabric between her legs threatened to dive into her slit at any movement and the halter tops she and the other girls were wearing barely contained their breasts. Apple Bloom had already suffered a few wardrobe malfunctions, some sort of on purpose but not always.

Scootaloo swallowed a mouthful of drool at the thought of Spike suffering his own wardrobe malfunction. Not for the first time wished she hadn’t made that deal with Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle. She’d turned eighteen just two weeks before and by all rights she should have had her cherry popped by Spike as a birthday present. It never entered her mind that Spike might have refused to do the job. He had made it very clear by his behavior that only his own morality, and mortal fear of their sisters, had kept him out of their pants to this point.

Unfortunately the three friends had signed a pledge and made a solemn promise two years ago, sealed with blood, that they would form a herd together and share a stallion. Nothing would break them up, they vowed. They just hadn’t expected the stallion of their lustful dreams to turn out to be a dragon. But Spike had gone from Twilight’s lackey to a panty-wetting stud shortly after Scootaloo hit seventeen. Now she was eighteen and eager to fly to the moon with Spike, only she couldn’t. Not till her friends turned eighteen as well, and that wasn’t for another week. This was going to be the longest week of her life. She was only grateful that Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle had their birthdays just a day apart. They were planning a huge party starting at noon and going through the night till noon the next day.

Ripping her eyes away from her frustrating examination of Spike’s ‘talent’ she turned them back to the tent she had seen Rainbow Dash being led into. A different type of frustration surged through her filly heart. She was sure that Rainbow must have had incredible adventures. You just had to see that vampony she had dragged back from the other side of the gate to know that. And yet she was forbidden to ask even one question. Or to run into town broadcasting Rainbow Dash’s return to the entire population of Ponyville.

“It’s not fair,” Apple Bloom said, echoing Scootaloo’s thoughts. At least the one having to do with Rainbow Dash. “We’ve been here since the beginning. No one knows better than us how the gates work. We were the ones on watch when Rainbow Dash came through the portal. Why are we being shoved aside like we’re yearlings? Just look. No one is even bothering to guard the gatehouse. Anypony could just walk in.”

Scootaloo looked over at the big building and saw what Apple Bloom was right. Nopony was guarding what was supposed to be the most important building in Equestria. At least to listen to Princess Luna go on about how they were to watch it like a hawk and could not even tell their families about it.

“It is unguarded, isn’t it,” Sweetie Belle said in a musing tone. “What do you suppose it’s like on the other side of that gate? Spike, didn’t you tell us you got turned into a dog when you went through the gate Twilight keeps in her castle?”

“Huh, yeah, that’s right. Freaky,” Spike nodded, his eyes never leaving them.

Scootaloo would have liked to think that it was their bodies that was holding Spike’s attention. But she was afraid he was afraid if he took their eyes off of them for one second they’d cause a disaster. And to be fair given their history he was sort of justified.

“I wonder if Rainbow Dash changed into something different when she went through that gate?” Scootaloo mused. “If she did I bet it was something awesome.”

“There is a way we could find out if ponies change when they go through,” Sweetie Belle said in a wheedling tone as she nuzzled up close to Spike and drew doodles on his pecs with the sharp tip of her forefinger. She let it slip down the middle of his six pack till she tickled his belly right where his skin disappeared into his waistband. She arched her back slightly so that her breasts threatened to pull an Apple Bloom.

“What? No! Absolutely not! You heard Princess Luna, she’d cook my balls for lunch! And make me watch while she ate them.”

“She only told you to keep us from bothering Rainbow Dash and the others while they were debriefed,” Scootaloo said.

“How’re they going to do that anyway? They weren’t wearing any pants, let alone briefs,” Sweetie Belle asked. “And speaking of not wearing any pants, did you see the wang on that vampony? He’s was as big as Apple Bloom’s big brother.”

The other two fillies let out appreciative sighs at the memory of the times they’d peeked on Big Mac in the swimming hole. He was one fine figure of a stallion and if he hadn’t been Apple Bloom’s big brother they might have set their sights on making him their stallion instead of Spike.

Spike’s face twisted into a scowl at the three fillies clearly lusted after somepony other than him. He was as big as Big Mac, and not just in body. He’d taken a piss with the big stallion just a week ago, out behind the barn, and he didn’t give up an inch to the pony. Well, when they were both flaccid. He bet he was even bigger when he was hard.

“Never mind that,” Sweetie Belle said. “We may never get another chance to check out the other side of that gate. It can’t be that dangerous. Rainbow Dash was a bit mussed up, but she didn’t look like she came to any harm over there. Come on, Spike. You know you want to check it out too,” She cajoled, hooking the tip of her finger in his waist band and giving it a tug.

Spike swallowed nervously “Well, Princess Luna never told me we couldn’t take a look through the gate.” He had a pretty good idea that was because she’d never dreamed they would. But with the way Sweetie Belle was rubbing up against him he was ready to fight monsters. Surely just a quick peek would not hurt. Only...

“How can we do it? Someone has to stay outside to work the controls for the gates. We can’t all go in.” He felt relief. No way would the girls be able to agree on who got to go and who had to stay.

“Oh, that’s easy. We’ll go through and you work the gates,” Scootaloo said in a tone that implied there was nothing the least little big wrong with this suggestion.

“No way!” Spike bellowed, stomping his foot on the ground hard enough to make dirt bounce for five feet all around him. The three fillies all gave startled little whinnies and jumped a few inches themselves. “No way, no how. You are not going through that gate without me as a guard. Just because Rainbow Dash got through with no trouble does not mean there are not hazards on the other side.” Spike was so busy putting his foot down that it took him a second to realize he had as good as agreed to go along with the fillies’ hair-brained scheme.

Before Spike could back-step, the three fillies faced each other and began a quick game of Rock, Paper, Scissors which Sweetie Belle lost.

“Oh, poop,” she cursed cutely as she trotted over to the gate controls.

“What are you doing? Someone might see you. What are ‘you’ doing?” the last was directed at Scootaloo and Apple Bloom as they trotted through the open outer entrance of the block house.

“Well, duh. We two will go through with you, and then one us will come back so Sweetie Belle can take a look.”

Spike waffled. It was true he thought this was a bad idea, but Princess Luna had not specifically forbidden it. The last thing he wanted was to look cowardly in front of the girls. He’d been reading books in the forbidden section of the library ever since he turned eighteen and the magical censoring ward let him see it. He was even more eager for the girls to turn eighteen than Scootaloo. He had a very long check list of all the things he wanted to try. And there was a chance none of them would get checked if he turned chicken. So, like many a hero in history, Spike let his desire for teenage pussy lead him into harm’s way. He chased the two fillies through the gate, his eyes focused on their twitching tails and the fine asses underneath them as he tried to distract himself from just how idiotic he was being.

“You wanted to see me?” Fluttershy asked hesitantly as she opened the flap to Luna’s tent just a little, while trying to ignore the two guards on either side of it, who were smaller than she was but were giving her measuring looks as if looking for the best place to hit her if she didn’t act properly. She gave thanks for the fact she’d been able to relieve her sexual tension before coming.

Princess Luna looked up from the papers she was working on at a portable desk. “Yes I did, Fluttershy. You have finished your interviews?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

“And Rainbow Dash and Gilda have been taking care of you?”

Fluttershy blushed. She’d been given a break every hour to take the edge off her ardor. Each time she’d fucked both Gilda and Rainbow Dash as they bent over a bench in their respective interview tents. And not even ten minutes ago, she’d held Rainbow Dash’s head firmly in place as she muzzle fucked her best friend and spilled her seed down Dash’s throat. Her cock twitched between her legs, boasting that it wasn’t the least bit tired. Greatly embarrassed she nodded her head and simply said, “Yes.”

“Good, good. I look forward to the intelligence ponies’ analysis of your information, though they did bring something to my attention, why have you not spoken of the King?”

“King?” Fluttershy replied in confusion, “What King?”

“King Duneyrr, the ruler of Caridoon, the one who kidnapped Applejack and attacked my sister.”

Fluttershy shook her head, “Nobody ever spoke of a King while we were there.”

“How odd,” Luna commented, “I will have that question put to your friend and the hen with her. Now I have something personal to talk to you about.”

“If it’s about my owning Rainbow Dash and Gilda, I don’t really. I paid a fine for letting them fly around without a collar, but I never actually bought them. The elk who was in charge thought I already owned them. So you see, I didn’t buy them.”

Luna gave a dismissive wave. “Not important. As was recently pointed out to me, in Equestria, slavery is a consensual matter between consenting ponies. Whether they are or are not your slaves is up to you and them to work out between yourselves. I had something else I wanted to talk to you about.”

Luna levitated a small intricately carved wooden box about the size of her hoof from a chest in the corner of the tent. It floated over to her and settled on the desk. “This was found while the construction crew was surveying the area in preparation for building the blockhouse.”

Luna flipped open the box and Fluttershy looked inside. She gave a gasp as she saw a small glass charm nestled in black velvet. It was a perfect sculpture of a female draconequus. In particular it was the very image of the body Discord had been wearing the last time Fluttershy had seen him. Right after he had transformed her into a vampony. “I don’t understand. Did Discord leave this for me?”

“Unless I am very greatly mistaken, this is Discord. The magical aura around it is unmistakable. Unless he is trying to pass it off as him on purpose, I am fairly confident that this is indeed him.”

Fluttershy felt her heart lurch. She’d been so disappointed in Discord. She had felt so abandoned. He’d spent months convincing her to try this particular kink, and when at last she had given in he had transformed her into a horny vampony, specifically so she could fuck him in his female form. Then he’d vanished. She was sure it was because she was paying attention to poor Cat whose neck was ringed with a too small collar that was all but strangling her. She had imagined him sulking somewhere, ignoring all the trouble she was in because of his transformation.

But he’d been blameless. Somehow he’d been transformed into the glass charm in front of her. Guilt flooded through her and she reached out to pick up the charm.

The second Fluttershy touched the small glass figure she felt warmth flow through her and a familiar voice cried out from behind her. “Ohhhh, mannnnn, was that cramped.” She spun around to see Discord in his female form bent backward till the tip of her horn touched the tip of her tail as he stretched out the kinks in his body.

She looked from the figure in front of her, and down at the charm she still had in her hand. When she looked back Discord she noticed that he was nearly as transparent as the glass in her hand. She could see the walls of the tent clearly through his body. But, as she watched his body seemed to gain color and density till he looked just as he always did, except for being female.

“What is it, Fluttershy? Do you see something?” Luna asked, looking at Fluttershy and then in the direction the vampony was staring in. Discord moved out of her line of sight and strolled nonchalantly up to her, while Luna’s eyes never wavered from her previous point of view.

Unseen by Luna, Discord reached out and made a squeezing gesture with his hand around one of her breasts. “Honk, honk.” Luna didn’t react in the slightest and his claws seemed to pass right through her flesh. He gave a sigh and said, “It’s just no fun if they can’t feel it.”

“Discord!” Fluttershy cried out in shock, “You can’t do that.”

Luna looked at Fluttershy through eyes narrowed in thought. A moment later her horn took on a deep blue glow.

“Oh come on, Fluttershy, you can’t tell me you don’t want a piece of this?” Discord said as he flickered around behind Luna and held his hands out as if cupping her plot. “How can you resist hitting an ass this fine?”

Mortally embarrassed and afraid she was about to be struck by lightning in the fallout of Luna’s reaction to Discord’s actions she opened up her mouth and shouted out, “I’m mad at you!”

Discord looked at her in shock. He flickered and was suddenly standing in front of her. In his female form, he had to look up to stare into her face. His eyes were wide pools of muddy pond water as he gazed limpidly at her and said. “Mad at me? Why ever would you be mad at moi?”

Fluttershy all but exploded as she suddenly dragged Discord into a hug and yelled into his shoulder. “You changed me! You changed me and then you ran away and left me changed. I didn’t know what had happened. I didn’t know why you abandoned me. I was scared and you didn’t come. I waited and waited, and you didn’t come. I had to save Rainbow Dash and Gilda myself. I had to do terrible things to save them and keep them safe and you didn’t come. And I was so scared that something had happened to you and I wasn’t there to help you. And now here you are and you act like this, like nothing happened!”

Fluttershy was openly sobbing into Discord’s shoulder by the time she ran out words and breath.

Discord for once looked uncomfortable and unsure of what to do.

“This is where you pat her on the back and tell her you are sorry,” Luna suggested.

“Really? And that helps? Well. I’ll try anything.” One of Discord’s arms vanished from his body and appeared in the air behind Fluttershy where it proceeded to pat her on the back. “There, there. I’m sorry, Fluttershy, dear. There is a perfectly logical explanation for all of this. Which is a shame because I so prefer illogical explanations.”

Discord turned his head all the way around so he was looking backwards at where Luna was standing. “Say, does this mean you can see me now?”

“In a way,” Luna replied, gesturing over to the side. Slumped in her desk chair Luna was slumbering, a small snot bubble inflating and deflating from her nose.

“Attractive,” Discord snarked. “So, peeking into Fluttershy’s waking dream, are you?”

“It is where you are after all,” Luna said.

“I don’t understand,” Fluttershy said as she raised her muzzle from Discord’s shoulder and looked at Luna through bleary eyes. As she did, Discord pulled his shoulder free from his body and wrung it out, spraying water everywhere that vanished before it could hit the ground.

“You are having a waking dream, Fluttershy. One that Discord is supplying.” Luna gave Discord a scathing look. “How pathetic. The lord of chaos restricted to communicating in daydreams.”

“What?” Fluttershy asked, and was ignored.

“Fine talk coming from the queen of the wet-dream,” Discord retorted.

“Uh, Discord?”

‘At least I’m well enough regarded that I star in more pleasant dreams than nightmares.”

“Princess Luna?”

“Oh, now that’s something new. Night was, you gloried in terrifying Celestia’s little ponies. I must say I miss the old Nightmare Moon. Now there was a pony with fire in her blood.”

“DISCORD!”

“Heavens, you don’t have to shout, Fluttershy,” Discord said with a wince. He popped the ear that had been facing Fluttershy off and checked it for damage. He gave it a shake and several small animals fell out and scurried out of sight. Slapping the detached ear back on his head he directed an attentive look at Fluttershy, “Now what did you want to say, dear Fluttershy?”

“I don’t understand. Are you real?”

“Yes, Fluttershy, there is a Discord. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! How dreary would be the world if there were no…”

Discord was cut off at this point by Luna slapping him upside his head. “Be serious for once. You are trapped in the glass charm are you not?”

“Trapped? Don’t be absurd. Do you think a simple glass charm can trap moi?”

“Yes,” Luna said in a flat voice.

Discord fell apart, literally. His various components detached and fell into a heap on the floor. “Alas, you are right. How the mighty have fallen.” He popped back up and reformed. With a pair of Groucho glasses on his face and a cigar in his hand that he wiggled suggestively. “Speaking of falling mighty, how’s that tight-assed older sister of yours? Still got a stick up her butt you could hang a clothesline on?”

Fluttershy took hold of Discord’s shoulder and pulled him around so she was looking straight down into his eyes. “How can we save you?”

Discord winced, ” Ahh, sweet Fluttershy, if only you could. I’m afraid the outrageous slings of fortune have sealed poor Discord’s fate.” He pulled his own skull out and looked at it mournfully. “Alas poor Discord. A creature of infinite jest. I knew him well. We will not soon see his like again.”

“There has to be a way,” Fluttershy insisted.

“You have been trapped by your own magic,” Luna said with certainty, a touch of satisfaction in her voice, and more than a little relief. An Equestria without Discord simplified her life greatly.

Discord made a scoffing noise. “No shit, Princess Tight Ass. Who else would be powerful enough to lay low this mighty figure?” His arms and legs bulked up with several hundred pounds of muscle. It was not a good look on his female form. His breasts looked like fried wren eggs on top of his massive pecs.

Fluttershy had learned over the few months of their relationship to filter out Discord’s insanity to get at the kernel of truth inside. Of course sometimes that kernel was popcorn and exploded in her face. “You turned yourself into a glass charm, and now you can’t change back. How is that possible? You can always change back.”

“Dear Fluttershy, you know me so well. The infinitely, malleable, me is indeed normally flexible and protean to the extreme. But, no. I did not intend this change for myself,” Discord lamented as he bowed his head in dismay. “It was that dratted cat.”

“Now we are getting somewhere. Would this be the changeling you talked about, Fluttershy?”

“I’m not sure. Are you talking about the panther that showed up just before you disappeared, Discord?”

“The exact one,” Discord agreed.

“Wait, Cat was a cat?” Luna’s expression showed a sudden awareness of the ridiculousness of her words.

“Yes. I didn’t know her real name and when she turned into me, the female me, I wasn’t really thinking clearly. I didn’t want to call her ‘hey you’, so I just started calling her Cat.”

Discord meanwhile had pulled out a huge pocket watch and was tapping it impatiently. “Are you done now? I’ve got a tale of woe to tell here.”

“I’m sorry. Please go ahead.”

“It wasn’t us who wasted all that time trying to duck the truth,” Luna snarled, and then reared back as Discord tossed her a rubber duck.

“As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted. It was that darn cat. And not the movie star one either in case you were thinking that. I merely wanted to set the beast aside until after dear Fluttershy and I had consummated our passion. How was I to know the mangy feline was walking around with a loaded goddess-level shield on her? My totally inoffensive and harmless spell bounced, and well... Here I am. Or not, as seems to be the case. Seeing as I’m really over there,” he finished, pointing at the charm Fluttershy was still holding.

Fluttershy looked down at the charm and found she was gripping it rather tightly. Suddenly frightened, she loosened her hold and looked at if for cracks.

“Oh, don’t worry, dear Fluttershy. You could drop a castle on it and not break it, darn the luck.”

“Breaking it would free you then?” Luna asked.

“Oh, assuredly. But as I said, that is not so easily accomplished. My magic is not so easily thwarted, unlike that of some pony who I would never name.” A sign shaped like a hand with a finger pointing popped up behind Luna. On it was written, *some pony* and *easily thwarted*.

“At least you can talk to us,” Fluttershy suggested, trying to come up with something positive about the situation.

“For a short time. Again, I’m just too good for my own good. I spent the last month building my reserves. I’ll need to take a nap soon and build them up again. I do hope you will give me a hoof with that, dear Fluttershy.”

“Of course. Anything.”

“Not so quickly. Just how can she help you? I will not allow you to drain her natural magic to fuel your periods of self-awareness.”

“Perish the thought. It’s my own magic I wish to drain. Now you may have missed it, seeing how you were so busy drooling over Fluttershy’s ample endowments, but she’s not currently residing in her usual body.”

“I had noticed,” Luna said in a dry tone.

“Well done, you. Now I am very proud of that spell. It works with her body’s natural inclination for a good part of the effect. But the gender-shift is all mine. The spell is self-sustaining, but because it is my magic I can draw on it. Draining Fluttershy’s magic would be beyond my ability, but my own magic should gravitate to me naturally.”

“What do I have to do?” Fluttershy asked.

“Simply wear me close to your heart, dear Fluttershy. My magic will do the rest. But, I must warn you. There is a serious downside.”

“I knew it. I will not allow this.”

“What is it?”

“It’s quite dreadful. I can’t use magic, and drain magic, at the same time. I’m afraid while I’m recharging I will not be able to communicate with you. Horrible, I know. I’ll understand totally if you refuse to make such a sacrifice.”

“She will do it!” Luna’s horn glowed and a thread of silver pulled loose from her vestments and floated over to Fluttershy.

When Fluttershy’s thick fingers proved too large to tie the fine thread, Luna used her magic and quickly secured the thread to the little glass figure, and then looped it around Fluttershy’s neck so it hung in the middle of her impressive masculine chest.

“Well, I guess this is adieu for now. Parting is such sweet sorrow, but we will meet again on the morow.”

“Yes, yes, Fluttershy will miss you deeply, now go to sleep!” Luna growled.

Discord placed a palm against the side of Fluttershy’s face, and faded away.

“Do you think he’s alright?” Fluttershy asked as she pulled the charm away from her chest and looked down at it.

“He is Discord, he is never ‘quite right’. But don’t worry, this is a very minor inconvenience to him. Now let it lay against your chest so he can soak up the magic he needs. Quickly before he comes back and asks us what is taking so long. For the next two hours.”

Fluttershy clutched the Discord charm against her heavily muscled chest, and was sure she could feel warmth radiating from it, and maybe even a heartbeat. In fact she was feeling very warm, and a little dizzy. She wavered on her feet and reached out to steady herself on the back of a chair.

Luna had dispelled her dream magic as soon as Discord faded from sight. Her awareness shifted back to her physical body and she blinked her eyes open. She was just in time to see Fluttershy enveloped in a golden light that made her squint. The glow was so bright she could only make out Fluttershy’s silhouette, but that was enough to tell that something was happening to the bulky vampony. She seemed to be shrinking. “Damn you, Discord. If this was all a trick…” She trailed off as the glow faded and she saw what had happened to Fluttershy.

The first and most obvious impression was that Fluttershy was smaller, and female, now. But that didn’t come close to describing the visual impact of what had happened to her. Luna tallied her birthday by centuries, and had once been an evil queen. She had seen and done things that would blast the mind of a lesser pony. Despite that she had to clench her will to the utmost to keep from squeeing from sheer cute overload.

Fluttershy was freaking adorable. She was still a vampony, if female, but whereas her male body had been intimidating, her rather fluffy female form made you want to hug and cuddle her. Her hair had grown a couple of inches longer all over her body, giving her a soft cuddly form. Her muzzle was blunt, with cute little fangs that didn’t look in the least fearful. Her ears were still long with tufts on the tips, and as they flexed and bent toward each faint sound they invited fingers to stroke along their soft length to see if they could possible be as velvety as they looked.

She once again had an impressive rack, her breasts bountiful and bouncing as she shifted her body to look down at herself. Her hips swelled out enough to give her a nice shape, but as was the case with most flying ponies, were not nearly as broad as an earth pony. Her tail was long and luxurious and simply begged to be brushed for hours on end.

Luna had to avert her eyes to avoid being overcome by the urge to sweep Fluttershy up and crush her against her own chest while burying her muzzle in her pale pink mane. She was sure it would smell of strawberries.

“Oh, I’m female,” Fluttershy said in a happy tone of voice. She cupped her breasts with her hands as if welcoming them back. Her expression turned uncertain as she took note of her current fluffiness. But it wasn’t long before a huge smile blossomed across her face. “I’m so cute,” she murmured, while thinking she looked like the most adorable pet in the world. While she had been resigned to the fact that nopony in Equestria would want a huge vicious vampony for a pet, her new body would not have that issue. Her only problem was selecting which owner she wanted.

‘Oh, crap!” Luna cursed. Her legs turned rubbery and she had to sit down. She cradled her face in her hands and wondered where it had all gone wrong. Now what was she going to do?

“Is something the matter?” Fluttershy asked in concern. She trotted over to Luna and dropped to her knees in front of her, and in a move that seemed the most natural thing in the world, she nuzzled the back of Luna’s hands with her muzzle.

“Oh, nothing much,” Luna said with a sigh as she lowered her hands. Giving into temptation she lightly patted Fluttershy on the top of her head and then stroked her long ears gently. “I just realized I now have five infected females to keep healthy, and no infected males to make it easy.”

Author's Note

As you've noticed I've skipped a lot of material to get to here. Mainly because I wanted to start having fun with this and I think I've done enough world building that regular readers will understand what is going on in the background.

Next chapter I finally get to do a Clocktower Scenario, sort of. It's the coming of Eprdus. Who's that. Why he's "Evil Prince Dusk Shine" of course. And he is treating poor Lady Rarity most dreadfully.

Ch7 Where oh where has my little bat pony gone

Dusk Shine and the Mysterious Society
Chapter 7
Where oh where has my little bat gone.

Gilda was not a happy Griffin. Even less so than usual.

“What the fuck? No way! You have got to be fucking kidding me!”

The reason for her ire was the meek little vampony mare who was cowering behind Princess Luna as Gilda directed her diatribe in her direction. Fluttershy looked like she wanted to melt into the ground under her hooves as equal parts guilt and shame turned her face and upper body crimson.

“That is enough!” Princess Luna roared in the Royal Canterlot Voice, causing even Gilda to flinch and cower. For a moment the walls of the tent they were standing in billowed outward before fluttering back to their resting position.

“Hey, give Gilda a break,” Rainbow Dash said defensively as she placed herself between her friend and the ire of the princess. “You’re the one who went out her way to tell us if Fluttershy didn’t screw us on a regular basis we’d be shit out of luck. Now you’ve fixed it so she can’t. You can’t blame us for being a bit peeved.”

Gilda chimed in with her two cents. “Fucking right. If she hadn’t run like a scared rabbit through that portal we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

Behind Princess Luna, a vein throbbed in Fluttershy’s forehead and her expression of guilt changed to one of annoyance. A hand lifted to the chain around her neck.

“Fluttershy is not your property. She has the right to decide for herself which gender she wishes to live as.” Princess Luna started to lecture. She trailed off as she noticed that neither Gilda or Rainbow Dash were looking at her. Instead, their gaze was focused slightly over her head and to the right.
A huge hand came to rest on Luna’s shoulder as Fluttershy, now male, eased herself around Luna. In Fluttershy’s free hand was the charm necklace that moments before had been around her neck. Brushing past the princess he advanced on the now silent Gilda who was looking upward at him with mixed emotions on her face. She was clearly delighted to see the return of the male Fluttershy, but it was equally obvious that she was struggling in her effort to project an attitude of not giving a flying fuck.

Fluttershy didn’t give Gilda a chance to express any of her thoughts. She simply swept her up into a hug that lifted Gilda’s claws off the floor so she dangled in Fluttershy’s arms. At the same time, one of Fluttershy’s huge leathery bat wings swept out and dragged Rainbow Dash into the group hug. “I’ll never abandon either of you,” Fluttershy murmured into Gilda’s feathery crest.

“Hey. Don’t go thinking I need you or anything,” Gilda protested as she tried to push herself out of Fluttershy’s hug. The big vampony simply hugged her tighter, crushing Gilda’s substantial breasts against her broad, currently male, heavily muscled chest. “Cut it out. Someone might see us. I don’t want anyone thinking I’m hooked up with some wimp pony. If you ain’t going to shove my beak into the dirt and your cock up my ass in the next ten seconds let me go.”

A laugh rumbled in Fluttershy’s chest. “Yes, yes, I know you’re my vicious little canary,” she said as she released Gilda from her arms. Turning to Princess Luna she swept both girls in against her body with her wings. “I’ll be heading out to check my cottage now, Princess Luna. If that’s alright?”

“Did you just call me a canary?” Gilda snarled, punching Fluttershy in the short-ribs and drawing a grunt from him but no other reaction.

“That’s fine. Once you have assured yourself that all is well there please gather up your friends, especially Twilight Sparkle. Ask Twilight if she and the others would please come to see me here. After you should fly to Sweet Apple Acres and inform Big McIntosh Apple that I need to see him and his sister as well. Tell him to bring Bother. I think it’s time I briefed your friends on Caridoon. We wouldn’t want any further accidents,” Luna finished with a stern look at Rainbow Dash.

The prismatic pony was barely paying attention. Fluttershy had looped her charm around her neck and in a shimmer of magic reverted to her much smaller female vampony form.

“That is one super cool trick. Did Princess Luna give you that charm?” Rainbow Dash asked.

Fluttershy gave Luna a questioning look and received a negative head shake from the Princess. Clearly, the princess didn’t think spreading the truth about her condition and Discord was wise. Feeling guilty, Fluttershy bent the truth. “Yes. It will let me transfer back and forth between male and female easily. But if I ever want the option of being restored to my natural body I need to wear it as much as I can.” She looked over at Gilda and gave a small smile. “But I don’t mind that much. There are benefits.”

“Fucking right there are benefits,” Gilda said firmly. “Don’t even think of tossing that cock you sport when you’re male into the trash.”

Fluttershy simply smiled a bit more broadly as she left the tent, followed by Rainbow Dash, and a sauntering Gilda who was doing her best to look like she just happened to be going in the same direction and not like she was following Fluttershy or anything.”

Applejack watched in bemusement as a team of harnessed mice hauled a bucket of soapy water across the floor of Fluttershy’s cottage. Following along behind them was a raccoon with a small mop tossed over his shoulder. “Bit hard to tell just how long ago Fluttershy was last here, Dusk,” she commented wryly as she looked around at the sparkling clean room.

Dusk Shine looked up from where he’d been going through a stack of neatly piled periodicals. “She hasn’t opened *Pet Lover’s Monthly*, it’s still in the brown paper shipping envelope. The postmark is three weeks old. Surely Fluttershy would have opened it fairly soon after it arrived.”

“Pet lovers?” Rarity asked in a quizzical tone. She trotted over to where Dusk was standing and held out a carefully manicured hand to take the envelope from him. Rarity wasn’t nude, like Applejack, but for her she might as well have been. She was wearing an outfit from her, *Less is More* collection, a sun hat on her head and ribbons in her mane and tail. Her breasts were bare, but concealed by her swept forward mane. There was a token covering of her groin, more for displaying her latest design than out of any modesty. The string that held the front panel in place ran up the middle of her firm ass and split around the base of her tail, while doing nothing to conceal her bottom. If Applejack was not mistaken, Rarity had powdered her bottom to make it even whiter than usual.

Applejack also noted that there was a hitch in Rarity’s step. And her milky white ass had a distinct red tinge just barely visible under the makeup. And just like that her eyes went out of focus and her mind went back to earlier the same morning.

Applejack was kneeling in Dusk’s study. Her legs spread and her hands resting on her knees, palms facing up. Her head was held high and her shoulder back, thrusting her large breasts forward. It was a testament to her health and musculature that there was barely any sag to her tits despite their size. Her eyes were observing the scene in front of her with amusement. Rarity was in full diva mode, and the target for her tantrum was Dusk Shine. Rarity, as was common for her when in the Castle, was fully nude, not even a ribbon in her mane. Dusk was dressed in his ever-present lab coat, but with nothing on underneath. In one hand he was holding a glistening black butt plug that made Applejack’s ass hurt just to look at. Which considering she had one just as big currently residing inside her own bottom was no great feat.

“This is absurd, Dusk Shine, darling,” Rarity pouted. “I’m a unicorn of fine sensibilities. You can’t expect me to endure something so uncouth, and for such a flimsy reason.”

“As I explained, Rarity, this sensor allows me to collect extremely detailed biometric readings. Applejack spends several hours every day with one just like it. But I need control data if I want to winnow out the distinctive fingerprints of the Caridoon magic. I hope once Rainbow gets back, and with Fluttershy’s help, I can expand my sample group. But for now you and Pinkie Pie are the only mares available.”

Dusk frowned, he snatched up a pad with his magic and made a quick note. “We need to pay a visit to Fluttershy. Outside of needing her for my sample group, I haven’t seen her in a month and we really should fill her in on what is going on.” Dusk gave a sigh as he looked around at his messy study. “I miss Spike, he always reminded me of things like that. Now, where were we, Rarity?”

Rarity pouted, “That was very rude, Dusk. We were having a conversation.”

“Not really, a conversation is an exchange of ideas. When it goes only one way, it’s a lecture. You were explaining why you refused to help me study Applejack’s condition.”

Dusk’s voice was casual, but something in his tone and body language caused Applejack’s ears to prick forward so she’d be sure to get every word. Rarity must have heard something as well because her own ears twitched nervously, but she didn’t allow it to change her behaviour.
“It’s not that I’m refusing to help. I’m simply pointing out that your experiment is silly. I’m a unicorn, Applejack is an earth-pony. Monitoring my biometawatsis status will be of no help to you at all. It would be like me making a dress out of silk in order to learn how to make a pair of overalls out of denim. The two simply have nothing in common with each other.”

Dusk’s face screwed up in annoyance, but then it changed. He arched an eyebrow and looked at Rarity as if she was some sort of new life form he had just stumbled across. “You know better than that, Rarity,” he remarked in a puzzled tone. “So why... ? Oh. I see.”

Dusk bumped his forehead with a fist in embarrassment and then looked at Rarity in an apologetic manner. “How stupid of me, I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying proper attention. Ring your bell!” he ordered her out of the blue.
“Excuse me?” Rarity asked in a flustered voice as a wave of colour washed over her face.

There could only be one bell Dusk was referring to. He’d discovered how to duplicate the safe word bell Applejack had found in her great-grandparents stuff in about two hours and given one to both Pinkie Pie and Rarity to braid into the tips of their tails.

Dusk had done tests, of course, and had discovered that no matter how much background noise there was, the bell could always be heard.

If he was asking Rarity to test it, he must think there was a chance that she might need it in the near future. The thought made Applejack squirm on her sofa and from the way Rarity’s ass clenched she was having a similar reaction.

“Please, Ring your bell.”

Rarity nodded, and a moment later a sweet chime rang out that was felt as much as heard.

Dusk’s entire posture seemed to change as he drew himself up and moved in closer to Rarity. She in turn seemed to shrink into herself. In just a second, their entire dynamic had changed, with Dusk now looming over a skittish and uncertain Rarity.

“Now let me see if I have this right. You think that I’m an incompetent?” Dusk asked in an icy voice.

“What? N-” Rarity’s protest was cut off as Dusk’s magic surrounded her muzzle and pinched it closed. At the same time, he used his magic to grip her wrists and draw her arms behind her back, wrenching her shoulders up and thrusting her breasts forward as if in an invitation to sample their charms.

“Keep your mouth shut till I want my cock sucked, slut.” Dusk said in his best Evil Prince Dusk Shine voice. The effect was somewhat spoiled by Dusk quickly glancing over at a cheat sheet he had pinned to the wall.

Applejack had chuckled a couple of days earlier when she’d caught Dusk practising his Evil Prince tone and body language in front of the mirror. He was so fucking earnest about doing the very best he could at whatever task was given to him. Both Rarity and Pinkie Pie had been enthusiastic about him maintaining the character for their role playing, and while Applejack hadn’t insisted, she had admitted she sort of wouldn’t mind if they continued the storyline they had cobbled together for that first time back in the barn.

Applejack wasn’t laughing at Dusk’s earnest behaviour now. He might have felt the need to refresh his memory in regards to his lines, but he had the persona down pat at the moment. It looked like that practice with Pinkie Pie on releasing your inner make-believe had paid off.

A shiver ran down Applejack’s spine and her tail flexed as it involuntarily lifted slightly from where it was spread out on the floor behind her. Her breasts felt heavy and her nipples stiffened, while between her legs her cunt throbbed. She shifted her weight slightly on the cushion to try and ease the sudden discomfort, freezing as Eprdus slowly turned his head and glared at her, while still holding Rarity’s muzzle clamped shut and her arms secured in place with his magic.

“I do not remember giving you permission to move, you stupid cow. I know earth mares are controlled by their base urges, but if you can’t control yourself, I’ll stake you out in the town square as a complimentary public-use facility. Maybe after you’ve been serviced by a hundred or so stallions, your greedy earth pony twat will be satisfied. Or maybe I should just sell you for a few bits and buy your sister from Big Mac instead. She’s turning eighteen in a few days is she not? Maybe if I start early enough even a worthless dirt mare can learn some basic commands, like ‘Stay’ and ‘Do not move’.”

Applejack swallowed as her entire body seemed to catch flame under his scathing look. She opened her mouth to reply to him, but his eyes grew even more dire. Remembering his words to Rarity she snapped her mouth shut and dropped her eyes submissively while doing her best to stay totally motionless. It was hard. The mere act of not moving made the urge to shift on her pillow even stronger.

“Better. See if you can keep it up, cow.”

Eprdus turned his eyes away from Applejack in a dismissive fashion and focussed them back on Rarity. While talking to Applejack, he had pressed upward on Rarity’s arms and she was currently standing on the very tip of her hooves as her body wavered back and forth in the air, supported in place only by the alicorn’s magic.

“You seem to be operating under a delusion, my dear. While it is true that you are a unicorn and are therefore superior to a common dirt pony, you are still just a stupid slut. I knew more about magic when I was five than you will learn in your entire life. How dare you presume to question my competence?”

Knowing Dusk as well as she did, Applejack spotted the evidence that showed just how uncomfortable he was with some of what he was saying, and her heart swelled with affection. He knew how much all three of his mares loved the persona, especially the filthy trash talk, and he was determined to be the best scumbag douche he could for their sake. And while it was true he had a bit of trouble with how raw the character’s language was, there was no hiding the fact that taking a dominant role thoroughly aroused him. His cock was fully erect and the fat flange was jutting out from between the front flaps of his lab coat. Applejack resisted licking her lips in anticipation with difficulty. It was too bad for Pinkie Pie and Rarity, but that monster was all hers until her taint was cured.

“I think you need a lesson in your proper place, slut,” Eprdus snarled. “You might be a unicorn but all that means is you’re a higher class of cock sleeve. Maybe I should give you to my forepony Big Mac for a few days. Sucking earth pony cock should quickly disabuse you of your false sense of entitlement.”

Rarity snorted and Applejack could see her thighs’ clench at the mention of Big Mac. The dainty unicorn had been lusting after Applejack’s brother ever since they’d done that little role play in the barn. It was too bad he was in the same situation as Dusk and had to reserve his ball juice for little Bother.

“I’d have to make sure to tell him to only make use of your mouth and ass, however. I wouldn’t want you throwing a mixed foal. But don’t worry. I’m sure one of these days I’ll come across a unicorn worthy of breeding you. I’m going to be around for a long time but you can’t start breeding up a proper stable of servants too soon. Maybe your great-great-granddaughter will be worthy of being called a true unicorn if I apply myself to breeding your descendants for the right qualities.”

As he talked, Eprdus reached out and idly toyed with Rarity’s exposed and vulnerable breasts. “These are adequate, barely,” he said in a bored tone, as he tweaked her nipples, drawing a muffled squeal from Rarity. “They are not of in the same class as the udders the dirt-bitch has hanging off her chest, but they should be enough to feed your foals. Not enough leftover for other uses, more’s the pity. But I’m sure I’ll be able to butter my toast and put cream in my tea with the extra from my earth-pony slut.”

He grew thoughtful as he continued to maul Rarity’s breasts. “Maybe I should rethink my objection to hybrids. Think of the potential if I could breed a new line of ponies with the high qualities of a unicorn, but with the mass production potential of an earth-pony. I’d be able to take a bath in unicorn milk. How about it, slut, do you want me to have my forepony put a foal in your belly? It could be the first in a brand-new breed of pony. No need to answer, I can find out your opinion without listening to your shrill voice.”

Releasing Rarity’s tits. he shoved a hand between her legs and cupped her dripping pussy. He drove a finger up into her sex and pulled it out coated in her juices. “I’ll take that as a yes.” he said disdainfully.

Wiping his hand clean on Rarity’s belly he gave a sigh and said “While this speculation is entertaining, it is not furthering my current research.” He turned his back to Rarity and walked over to his bench. Pulling a chair out, he spun it around and sat down. A moment later, his magic picked up Rarity and deposited her belly down across his lap, and then released his magic hold on her.

Rarity let out a gasp as the pressure on her muzzle eased and she was able to take a deep breath for the first time in several minutes. She could feel Lord Dusk Shine’s hard thighs under her belly, and feel his erect shaft pressing against her flesh. She didn’t fool herself into thinking he would bless her by making use of her body to slake his lust. That was reserved for the earth pony slut he had some sort of strange attraction to. To think that a high-born noble like her had been reduced to nothing but a common serving girl! It was humiliating and degrading. It was also a far cry from the life that had bored her to tears til her parents sent her to seduce Lord Dusk Shine. She had failed at that task. He had demonstrated that her body held no special sway with him. Without a thought, she’d been thrown to a brutish earth pony stallion who had used her as if she was some common farm slut. She had never known raw unsophisticated passion could be so pleasurable. Her body had been rocked with tremors of pleasure for hours afterwards and now nearly a month later, she still woke in the night drenched in sweat and with a pool of juices between her legs.

Rarity felt Lord Dusk Shine grasp the base of her tail and she gritted her teeth to keep from crying out as he wrenched it upward, lifting her middle up off his legs for a moment before he pulled the base of her tail down against her back.

“Reach back and hold this out of my way, slut,.” he ordered her. Rarity reached around behind her, which forced her to lift her upper torso, putting a strain on her soft stomach muscles. Her hands found her tail and she latched on.

“No good. I want you to grab the base. Reach further back,” the Prince snapped.

With a groan, Rarity flexed her straining stomach muscles and dragged herself up by walking her hands one over the other till she was holding firmly to the base of her tail and her upper body projected in a flat plane out from Lord Dusk Shine’s muscular thighs. Her breasts were a heavy weight swaying below her body as they tried to drag her back down. She gripped the root of her tail hard in an effort to reduce the strain on her stomach muscles.

“Hold that now. If you let go, I’ll stick a pole up your ass and tie your hands to that for the night.”

Rarity was already sweating like a field pony, but her lord’s dominant behaviour was turning her on so much that she barely cared. She knew her juices were flowing out of her and leaving a damp spot on his leg, revealing to him that she was just as much a slut as his lowly farm cunt. She felt his broad hand come to rest on her firm ass. It covered nearly the entire cheek with the tips of his fingers slipped deep into the split of her rear. Feeling those long digits just a few inches from her core sent a shiver of desire through Rarity’s body. It wasn’t right. She was a noble unicorn. She was not supposed to have such heated feelings. But she did. Oh how she did. How she longed for him to treat her like the slut she was under her pristine and perfect form.

Rarity moaned as she felt her lord’s hand lift from her bottom, and then let out a cry of surprised pain as it slammed down with a sharp crack on her posterior. The blow lit her flesh on fire and sent shockwaves vibrating into her core.

“Since you insist on being ruled by your body, I’ll punish you like a common slut,” the dark lord said in a calm voice as he slapped her other ass cheek just as hard as he had the first. Rarity gritted her teeth to keep in a whinny of distress. She would prove she deserved the title of noble unicorn. She’d prove she deserved to be the dark lord’s consort and was not just some common slut.

“A proper unicorn is always in control of themselves,” Eprdus lectured. “She is ruled by her mind and her will, not her body. Show me you rule your body like a true unicorn, or if it rules you like an earth slut. If you can prove to me that you’re a true unicorn, I will not debase you with the plug. But if you fail, be prepared, because it will only be the first of the indignities I will heap on you.”

Rarity was about to answer with a *yes, my lord* but remembered just in time that she’d been ordered to stay silent. Something that proved difficult as the cruel Prince began to spank her tender posterior in earnest. The original fiery feeling soon became a burning inferno as he managed to give every square inch of her ass equal treatment. She knew that he’d been practising on his earth pony slut and it showed. The heat flowed between her legs and even though his hand never came near it, her delicate folds were soon in full-flower and she could feel cool air brushing against her inner flesh. She blushed in shame, knowing that her arousal was as obvious as a stallion’s erection, and that the farm slut in the corner would have a clear view of her shame.

*Well, let her look*, Rarity thought. *I’ll show the cow how a real mare deals with such treatment. With stoic dignity* Her determination was shaken when her lord landed a blow that drove his fingers deep into her cleft. She felt the tips brush against her heated flesh and her pelvis contracted before she could stop herself. It wasn’t an orgasm, but it was close.

Applejack watched Dusk spank Rarity, and envied her easy assumption of the role of spoiled unicorn princess. She’d laughed at Dusk’s stumbling efforts to assume the role of an evil Alicorn prince, but she was even worse than he was at this, let’s pretend stuff. She always felt so self-conscious about what was basically lying. On the other hand, honesty compelled her to admit that when she did go along it ended up being a lot of fun. She had a short childhood and very few memories of simply playing for the sake of playing. Her playtime with her future spouses was building a large bank of pleasant memories she was sure she’d treasure when she was as old as Granny Smith.

Applejack closed her mind and tried to call up the character sheets Pinkie Pie had helped her create. She was the owner of Sweet Apple Acres, and the evil prince had corrupted her brother and stolen her farm from her. Using an obscure law, he had then bought her from her brother and turned her into his personal cock sleeve. She endured his disdain and sexual abuse, living for the day when she could turn the tables on him, regain her farm and restore her brother. The lady Rarity was an uppity unicorn slut who delighted in secretly abusing Applejack when out of sight of her lord and master. She was petty and vindictive and only too ready to apply the lash to vulnerable pony backsides.

So how would her character react to seeing her tormentor treated like a common earth pony slut? Applejack’s muzzle twitched with the shadow of a grin. She’d love the hell out of it. Trying her best, she focused back on the scene in front of her and tried to do what Pinkie said and become the pervert pony.

Applejack maintained a stoic expression but inside, she exulted at the degradation of her tormentor. Princess Rarity thought she was so much better than Applejack, but she wasn’t. Applejack was hot-blooded, true, but she never pretended otherwise. Rarity acted like her shit didn’t stink, but when a stallion got between her legs she revealed just how much of a slut she was. Applejack had witnessed the noble princess on all fours gobbling her corrupted brother’s huge cock as if she was starving and his spunk was the only food for miles. Seeing the haughty princess degrading herself in that manner was one of the brightest spots in Applejack’s recent memories.

Applejack’s satisfaction was tempered by the knowledge that once Eprdus finished showing Rarity her proper place in his life, he would turn his attention to her. For all his talk of unicorn superiority and male Alicorn destiny, he seemed addicted to her body and his need to turn her into one of his mindless sluts. She hated how her body responded to his when he made use of her, but that was part of being an earth pony. At its roots her magic flowed from growth and sex. She could no more not react to a strong powerful male between her legs than Rarity could. At least she had the excuse that it was fundamental to her basic nature. Rarity was just a tramp. Unlike the prissy princess, Applejack didn’t waste time denying she enjoyed a hard fuck. Or take out her wounded pride on those in her power.

Rather, Applejack embraced her nature. The more she surrendered to the sexual domination of the evil Prince, the stronger her magic grew and the less control he had over her. More important, by playing into his bigotry she made sure he underestimated her. Her brother had always taught her, before he was corrupted, that the way to deal with a unicorn was surprise, speed, and overwhelming force. Already Eprdus was letting his guard down around her. He barely made any effort to restrain her when he relieved himself in her body. There had already been several occasions when she could have ended him. But if she had done that, even if her attack succeeded, she would have lost. She would still have been his property, to be handed over to whoever replaced him.

She needed to find out where he was hiding the deed to her farm, and the counter cure for her brother’s corruption. Only then could she take advantage of his carelessness and end him in one quick violent buck. Until then, she had to endure the mind numbing pleasure he caused as he slipped his shaft into her body and manipulated her body like it was one of his scientific experiments.

Speaking of experiments, Applejack wondered if Rarity understood she was just another one to Eprdus. The stallion had so little respect for Applejack that he didn’t even bother hiding the fact that he was collecting information on the sexual weaknesses of the three types of ponies. The only ponies standing between him and the throne of Equestria were the two royal sisters. And as those were the only two ponies he was wary of, he had devised a cunning plan to overpower them and turn them into his submissive sluts. He would discover all of the sexual kinks that were unique to each of the pony races and combine that into one special sexual method aimed directly at turning an Alicorn mare into a mind-fucked slut with no thought but where her next orgasm was coming from.

Eprdus already had an earth pony and a unicorn, he just had to acquire a Pegasus and he’d have a complete set.

A shrill cry of over-the-top, mock despair broke Applejack out of her private exposition and she focussed on the scene in front of her again. Eprdus had stopped spanking Rarity and his hand was jammed up between her legs. Applejack had no doubt at all that he had several fingers deep inside the orgasming unicorn. In the throes of passion, Rarity’s hands slipped free of her tail and her torso slumped forward so she folded limply over his lap.

“Too bad, it seems you’re just a common slut after all,” the evil Alicorn said in a clinical tone as he pulled his hand out from between Rarity’s legs. Three of his fingers were pressed together and glistening with juice. Without looking, he reached up and snagged a jar of lubrication that was floating in the air beside him. Scooping out a large quantity of grease, he returned his hand between Rarity’s leg. She let out a pained gasp, but only twitched as he slid a thick finger covered in lubrication up her tailhole. Small gasps and moans emerged from Rarity as Eprdus loosened her tight rectum, taking his time and dragging out her humiliation. A good five minutes later, he floated over the butt plug Rarity had so objected to. To the tune of the helpless unicorn’s squeals of discomfort, he forced the thick-bodied plug into her body.

“Now that this little lesson is over, I can get back to my work.” Eprdus said as he slid Rarity off his lap. She landed on the floor in a heap and sobbed theatrically as he stood up and dusted off his lap. As if noticing it for the first time, he grimaced at his erection. “Such a pain,” he muttered. “One delay after another. Cow,” he said in a commanding voice, turning to look at Applejack.

Applejack’s ass clenched, and there was no denying it was in anticipation, as she rose to her hooves and obeying the unspoken order, trotted over the nearest lab bench and assumed the position she knew he expected. Hands on the top, body leaning forward, legs parted and tail arched upward to allow access to her cunt. Normally this would also expose her tailhole for use, but the large plug in her ass meant that for the moment that particular hole was out of service.

Eprdus let out a disgusted snort and nudged her hooves with his magic, causing her to spread her legs at least a foot and a half further apart than they had been. Applejack resisted smiling. He had only used a touch of magic instead of wrenching her legs apart, and holding them there. He was getting more careless every time he made use of her. His overconfidence had him standing behind her within bucking range. With her hands on the table top, she’d be able to use every bit of strength in her body to crush his balls in one quick kick. Then while he was writhing helplessly on the floor, she’d finish the bastard off. Or at least she would have done all that if she had managed to do everything else she needed to do already. But she hadn’t. So she was just going to have to endure another session of submissive sex and body wrenching orgasms.

“Hands back, spread those cheeks,” Eprdus ordered. He gave her ass an open-handed swat to hurry her along.

*Okay, not as stupid as she thought*, Applejack revised her earlier impression. Lowering herself she let her breasts press against the bench top. She grimaced slightly as her weight flattened her sizable teats. Then she reached around and took hold of her ass with her hands and spread her cheeks. She flushed in mingled arousal and embarrassment at how exposed she was.

Applejack barely prevented herself from jerking upright when she felt the plug in her ass shift and pull slightly backward before being pressed back in and moved from side to side. She’d become accustomed to its presence, but his manipulation of the device reminded her of just how big and heavy it was.

“How’s that? Any discomfort? Pain?” Dusk asked. And it was Dusk, not the evil prince speaking.

“No, master,” Applejack answered as she channelled Fluttershy in an effort to sound as submissive as possible.

“Ah, good. I mean, excellent. I wouldn’t want excessive stress to compromise these tests. That will come later,” Dusk said as he shifted from concerned friend and future stud back into Eprdus and finished with an implied threat. Applejack was impressed how a simple shift in tone could so alter the intent behind the words.

“Now let us test your responsiveness after several hours of anal stimulation.”

Applejack felt Eprdus move between her spread legs and it took all she had not to jerk her hips backwards at the vile evil Prince who most certainly was not one of her best friends in the world. She was not able to stifle a low moan as she felt the thick broad flange of his cock press against her spread folds.

“That’s it, moo for me, you cow,” the Prince taunted her as with one long slow push he hilted himself in her country pony twat. His hands slipped over her bottom, latching onto her wrists and using them as handholds as he began to move in and out of her body with long firm strokes.

Applejack closed her eyes in bliss and forgot all about her role. She simply enjoyed the feel of Dusk slipping deep into her body, filling her channel to just past the point of discomfort, thanks to the plug in her ass, and then pulling out slowly so she could feel every thick inch of him. She didn’t even try to focus on her natural magic, though she knew she was supposed to. It just felt too good to be distracted by anything else.

Soon Applejack was rocking back and forth on top of her flattened breasts as Dusk increased the frequency and force of his fucking. His big nut sack slapped up against the top of her cunt with each inward thrust and pounded her clit. She was already running so hot that it only took a short while before she had her first orgasm and clamped down on Dusk’s cock. He groaned and when he froze in place she knew he was trying to hold out, bless him. It took Dusk a little while to spool up a quantity of earth magic great enough to hold Applejack for a day or two. It was just lucky that having to detach his mind enough to do that was enough of a distraction that he could last longer than the few seconds he had been good for when they had first started fucking and sucking on a regular basis.

“You’re not worthy of my lord’s cock, you little slut,” Rarity whisper-hissed from the floor as she looked up at Applejack in jealous rage, then winked, and mouthed. “Just staying in character, dear heart.”

“Sorry,” Dusk muttered, and a second later the evil Prince delivered a stinging swat to Applejack’s ass. “I have no interest in a wooden puppet, slut. Move your ass,” he ordered. His fingers found the base of the butt plug and he twisted it as he increased the speed of his thrusts. The bench rocked back and forth as he took Applejack hard. The slow pace from before had been cozy and comforting, but this hit her sweet spot and Applejack clenched tight around her rapist’s cock as she came like a stampede.

Behind Applejack, Eprdus groaned and shouted out, “Yes, take my seed you unworthy cow. Make yourself useful and be a broodmare for my progeny!” With one last thrust he buried himself in Applejack’s cunt to the root and sprayed her womb with his seed.

A moment later, the Prince muttered, “Clockspace.”

Instantly Rarity rose from her huddled position on the floor and quickly came over and gave Dusk a hug, even as he eased his softening cock out of Applejack’s twitching pussy. The farm pony pushed off from the table and joined Rarity in hugging their stallion who was trembling slightly.

“Was it too much for you, sweetpea?” Applejack asked, feeling guilty over how she’d joined the other two mares in basically railroading poor Dusk Shine into the role they wanted him to play. But she’d really thought he’d been enjoying himself.

“No, no, it’s not that,” Dusk reassured her, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead. “It’s just, at the end there, for just a bit, I really was him, Eprdus.” There was a hint of amazement in his voice, but he hastily added. “I don’t mean evil or anything like that. I’m not turning into Nightmare Dusk Shine. But for just a little bit I really felt like I had total control over you and Rarity. That you were my slaves, and I could do anything to you.”

“And how did that make you feel, darling?” Rarity asked.

Dusk blushed and ducked his head. “I felt free,” he said softly.

“Free?” Applejack asked in a puzzled voice.

“Well of course you did,” Rarity told Dusk with assurance in her voice. “You always put yourself second, or third. Some other pony’s trouble always comes first with you. You just found out what it felt like too only think of yourself for a moment. There is nothing wrong with that, darling. Everypony needs some me time.”

“But Applejack’s books clearly said that the job of the dom is to consider the desires and feelings of his subs. It is his job to give them what they want,” Dusk protested.

“No, it’s his job to be in control of the scene,” Rarity said firmly “That is what a sub wants most from her dom. That he takes charge of all aspects of the scenario while it is playing out.”

“Who says they can’t be the same thing, sugarcube?” Applejack asked while ruffling his forelock with her hand. “When we’re playing this game, you’re suppose to be a selfish bastard who only thinks of his own pleasure and desires. You’re giving us just what we want when you do that. And who the hay said it was a rule that we’re the only important ones? You’re part of this as well. If you weren’t enjoying this, I’d be mighty peeved if you didn’t speak up and say so. And I’ll tell you this, as much as I wanna go back to Caridoon with you and show those racist ponies what for, I won’t not be going if you ain’t comfortable with your role.”

“The cow slut is right, darling. Hard as it is for me to admit.” Rarity said, giving Applejack a small smile. “What was the rule of that club Applejack’s ancestors belonged to?”

“Your safe word is the law?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of, ‘Consent is not optional.’ If you aren’t enjoying this, and are only doing this to make us happy, then we are emotionally coercing you to do something you don’t enjoy by insisting you play this role. It would be no different than if you were to enslave Applejack and me in reality, and against our wills. In both cases consent is being removed. That is never a good thing. So when you say you enjoyed your role to the point where it seemed real to you I’m happy. Because knowing you enjoy yourself makes me happy. And I’m sure Applejack feels the same way.”

“Sure as shooting. It would plum take all the fun out of our little game if I thought you was hating each and every minute of it.”

“But doesn’t it scare you? That I got lost in the character?”

Rarity gave a ladylike chuckle and looked at Dusk with the same fondness she would have given a foal who had asked a particularly foolish question, but had been adorable while doing it. “Darling, don’t you understand? Weren’t you listening to Pinkie Pie when she said scary is sexy? Part of the fun in playing my character is how terrified I am that you might hand me over to some rough brutal farm pony to have his way with me and soil my purity. It makes me wet just thinking about it.”

“I hate to agree with the unicorn with a stick up her ass, but she’s got a point, sugarcube. I’d be the first to admit I ain’t any too good at this lying to myself stuff, but when I pull it off I get right horny thinking about how you could do anything you want to me, and there ain’t a blessed thing I’d be able to do about it.”

“Except ring our bells or use our safe words,” Rarity chimed in. “That is what they are for after all, Dusk dear. The bells and the words mean you don’t have to worry about us and can fully immerse yourself in your role and character. It’s all about trust. You have to trust us to let you know if it’s too much. And we have to trust you to listen if we do.”

“There ain’t a pony in Equestria I trust more than you, Dusk. Didn’t I agree to marry you along with Rarity and Pinkie Pie? I trust you with my heart, and that thing is sure as shooting a whole lot more delicate than this here body of mine.”

“Here now,” Rarity chided Dusk. “Evil Prince Dusk Shine does not cry.” She reached up and wiped a tear from his cheek.

“I’m not crying. I’m just sweating. From my eyes,” Dusk said as he gave a loud sniff and drew both mares into a tight hug. “Who’d have thought stallions could be so emotional?” he asked with a snuffly chuckle.

The sound of paper being ripped jolted Applejack out of her remembrance. She looked over to where Rarity was extracting a magazine from the plain brown envelope it had been mailed in.

“Oh my. Pet lovers indeed.” Rarity exclaimed in surprise. Applejack could see the unicorn’s nipples stiffen from all the way across the room.

Curiosity aroused, Applejack trotted across the room and leaned into Dusk’s back as the stallion looked at the magazine in Rarity’s hands. Her eyes widened as she saw a naked mare kneeling on a cushion, her front limbs held up like a puppy begging. Her eyes were wide and shining and a collar with a dog-tag dangling from it circled her neck. Her nipples had small rings inserted through them and her mane and coat looked like they had both been brushed till they gleamed. The caption along the top of the page was, *Ten Tricks You Can Teach Your Pet That Will Have Her Rolling Over and Begging for More.*

“Well that explains why she hadn’t opened it,” Dusk said, after swallowing a sudden lump in his throat. “Someone must have signed her up for a subscription as a gag. Fluttershy must have been mortified when she opened the first one.”

“Mortified? Not the word I would have used, Dusk darling,” Rarity said as she leafed through the magazine, pausing every now and then at a particularly interesting bit.

“Ooh, whatchu got there,” Pinkie Pie asked as she popped in from outside. She stuck her head under Rarity’s arm and looked at the article Rarity was reading. “Eight effective disciplines for when your pet is naughty,” she read.

“Ooh, can we try that one tonight?” she asked Rarity eagerly as she pointed at number four. She dropped to her knees and adopted a begging pose very much like the one on the magazine cover. She looked up at Rarity with puppy dog eyes.

“But, Pinkie, that’s for pets who are naughty,” Rarity said.

“Oh, I can be naughty. Want me to chew up your new shoes?”

Rarity’s eyes narrowed and she scowled at the begging pony, “If you dare...”

Rarity stopped talking with a look of horror in her eyes as Pinkie Pie’s eyes gleamed in excitement. “Oooh, so scary,” the pink pony almost crooned.

“Dusk!” Rarity cried out in desperation.

“Focus, Rarity,” Dusk called out as he peered into Fluttershy’s pantry. “You know Pinkie would never do anything that would break your heart, like chew up a pair of your shoes. Remember why we are here. We haven’t seen Fluttershy in a month and I’m worried.” There was a snap of command in Dusk’s tone that would not have been there a month ago. He was becoming more and more comfortable taking the dominant role in their relationships. It was only natural considering all the lessons Rarity had been giving him and all the ‘practice’ he and Applejack had been doing. But, he wouldn’t have gotten so good at it so quickly if he didn’t have a natural inclination and talent in that direction. Dusk was shaping up nicely, Applejack thought with pride. He might have doubts about his ability to blend into Caridoon culture, but Applejack didn’t share them. But, right now he was right, they need to focus on Fluttershy. But that didn’t mean she was going to let him beat himself up over not noticing their friend had not been around.

“We have been a mite busy, Dusk,” Applejack told him. Despite her determination not to let Dusk wallow in guilt, there was more than a touch of it in her tone. She had been monopolizing Dusk’s time. The only reason Rarity and Pinkie Pie were part of this situation was because they had inserted themselves into it. It wasn’t because Dusk or Applejack had invited them. Neither Rainbow nor Fluttershy had been around for a month and it had only been in the last couple of days that they had even thought about the two. Rainbow Dash should have been back from her visit to Gilda by now. That she hadn’t stopped by to visit was worrying.

Fluttershy was a bit different. She tended to stay at home unless one of them dragged her out of her cottage to go to the spa, or on an adventure. True, she did have Discord, but he was not exactly a homebody. Applejack tried to tell herself that Fluttershy was happy simply caring for her critters and was not the most social pony in the world, but it didn’t keep her from feeling guilt at not even thinking about her friend for so long. She knew Dusk felt the same way from the worried frown on his face as he investigated Fluttershy’s cottage for some clue as to the last time their friend had been here.

“How about this one, Pinkie Pie?” Rarity asked, showing the party pony a different page in the magazine she was still leafing through. “That collar would look simply divine on me don’t you think? And they say they can do custom name tags, tres chic.”

“You’d be a very poor pet, Rarity,” Dusk said in a distracted tone as he took inventory of Fluttershy’s pantry.

“I suppose you’re right, but Fluttershy on the other hand would make a wonderful one.”
Dusk actually seemed to give Rarity’s comment serious thought. “I think you’re correct. We have heard her say at times she’d like to be a pet. But I don’t think she was talking about the type of pets in that magazine,” he finished with a rueful chuckle.

“Maybe she should get a visit from Evil Prince Dusk Shine. I’m sure you could convince her to be your sweet little sex pet,” Pinkie Pie suggested with a broad smile.

A sudden shocked gasp put an end to the joking as everypony in the room turned to face the sound.
Only the fact that they’d seen Fluttershy in full vampony mode before allowed them to identify the creature in the doorway as their friend. But she hadn’t been nearly as adorable the last time she’d been one. Then, she’d been wild and feral with gleaming red eyes and razor sharp fangs. This time she was covered in soft fluffy fur that was a bit shaggy around her chest. Her ears were long and pointed with tufts on the end, and even her very non-pony fangs were cute. Besides being so cute that Applejack had to fight down the urge to pull her into a full body hug, the most telling difference, however, was in the eyes. The vampony in the doorway had a gleam of intelligence that had not been present the last time Fluttershy had gone bat. She was also turning an interesting shade of red as she stood in the doorway. She clenched her fists in front of her chest and her wide bat wings furled around her body like a protective shroud.

“Fluttershy, darling. We were so worried about you,” Rarity gushed while hiding the pet lover’s magazine behind her back. “You look adorable. Is Discord responsible?”

Fluttershy didn’t answer. Indeed, she gave no sign at all that she’d heard Rarity. Applejack realized that it wasn’t her friends Fluttershy had been staring at as she turned red, it was Dusk Shine that held her total focus. Applejack and her future co-wives had gotten so used to Twilight Sparkle’s transformation that they didn’t even remark on it anymore, but this was the first time Fluttershy had ever seen him.

“Hey, what’s the matter, Fluttershy?” a very familiar voice said. A moment later Rainbow Dash floated into place, hovering just over Fluttershy in the doorway.

“Now what?” Another voice asked with a growl in her tone. Gilda joined Rainbow Dash in the air behind the now nearly fully shrouded Fluttershy.

Applejack felt her blood go cold as her eyes took in a pair of familiar black collars circling Rainbow and Gilda’s necks.

“Hey, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, and,” Rainbow Dash paused, her eyes taking in Dusk Shine’s tall form. “Don’t tell me Twilight had another brother she never told us about. Just how many does she have? You’re pretty hot, fella. How about it? Want to date the fastest flyer in all of Equestria?”

Author's Note

Sorry for the long delay. I had this written long ago, but I had hoped to have the next chapter roughed out before I posted this. But the real world threw some body checks my way.

Hiatus

I'm sorry to do this to the people who really enjoy this series, but the spark that started me creating this universe is no longer there. I just can't work up the interest to continue the fetish.

I've gone back to working on my young-adult stories set in the world of "Jake and the Kid" Under my other account.

After far too long I've resumed work on, "How to Train Your Batpony."

I'm putting this on Hiatus instead of discontinuing it because there is always the chance I might become inspired. But right now it's not looking good.

I always wanted this universe to be shared, where other people could use the universe I created to set their own stories in, and that is still the case. If you wish to write in this universe go for it.

Once again, very sorry to leave people hanging.