Of Stallions and Mares

by Michael Hudson

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, Drama, Button Mash, Sex, Rumble, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Featherweight
Length: 34800

With this ring, you shall become a king. For three stallions, this promise is a chance to change everything. To turn their lives around, and have the fun they've always dreamed of, and much more.

Button Mash: The gamer who has tried to ignore society, and focus on his joys. Playing away, even as ponies call him a deadbeat, and tell him that his life is going nowhere.

Featherweight: The promising photographer who wants to take pictures unlike any in Equestria, but brandished as a pervert and a monster when he tries to see them come true.

Rumble: A young stallion now, never seen as anything flawed, but all eyes are on him to know if he will follow in his brother's hooves, and fearing what the smart, but innocent pegasus will do with his ideas.

To one, a newly found ring promises to make him king promises happiness. To the next, opportunity unlike any seen before. And to the last, the ability to write the wrongs that he has watched for far too long.

All, of course, while they fulfill the desires that any eighteen year old might have.

Contains: Expansion of just about anything Mind Control Photography Incest Titfucking Reverse Cowgirl Double Penetration Blowjobs Anal And more to come with chapters.

Commissioned by Rondome18

Published 2016-10-13 16:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-02-27 02:12:13 UTC

Overpowered

Button Mash tapped the end of the shovel he held in his hands. He was as tense as a ball of rubber bands, and felt like he could snap at any moment. Not that he had much of a choice, what with knowing what was below the ground. He just wished that it hadn’t needed to be kept at his house. Anypony else’s would have been so much better!

The sound of a faucet beginning to run made him glance behind him and bite into his lip. His mom had been playing some games when he had gone out back, but he’d known that she could, at any moment, stop and come to ask him what he was doing. Then he would need to come up with a lie, and that would only get worse when she noticed the erection he was rocking, despite how cold it was.

“Just, just calm down, Button. You have nothing to fear. She’s probably just inside, doing the dishes. Maybe she’s even changed into those nice, small shorts that she does before bed. And,” he said with a soft chuckle, only letting himself speak like this to calm him down for the others, “maybe she lost, and put on her pouty shirt.”

“You mean the one that lets you see her nipples?”

Button Mash almost leapt into the tree he was standing beside at the voice. It was one he recognized, sure, but he didn’t want him to hear his thoughts. Then again, if they were to do what they had talked about yesterday… “H-Hey Rumble.”

His best friend, Rumble, patted him on the back as he scratched his black hair. While at one point he was a fairly innocent, sincere colt, over the years exposure to his brother’s perversions had turned him into being fairly open about all of that. Luckily for most mares, he wasn’t nearly as repulsive or disgusting as his brother was when he tried to hit on them. At least, until tonight. “So, I’m guessing you know what you’re going to do with it first.”

Button’s face became even brighter at that. Out of the three stallions that were coming, he was the youngest, having turned eighteen yesterday, but by far the most innocent. Rumble had even fucked a mare already, even if it was just to comfort one of Soarin’s hurt targets. “Well, I mean, I’ve tried to keep it down, but my mom…”

Rumble put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Is a complete and absolute bombshell. Trust me, I’ve been around you when she is going to get something, middle of the night, in just her underwear, and wanted her just as badly. But hey, tonight could be your chance.”

Button nodded slowly as he flexed his fingers, and the throbbing member in his pants began to become uncomfortable. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about this all day, and now that the moment was so close, he was terrified. But, if he were absolutely honest, he was also excited beyond belief. “I just hope it works.”

The flap of wings stopped any response that may have come out of Rumble, and they both turned to the largest set of wings in their year. Not that spindly Featherweight really wanted that. With how short he was, which was saying something with the fact that both Rumble and Button were chest height for most mares, the massive wings made him look absolutely tiny. He was the dirtiest of them all, what with his hobby. “You mind if I take pictures if it does?”

Button smacked himself, sighing as he thought about all the times that they found Featherweight with about half a dozen bruises from a peeping attempt that failed. “Umm, I guess, though I wouldn’t mind doing it, you know, privately.”

Featherweight shifted, especially as Rumble’s eyes narrowed, but as the other pegasus didn’t speak, he got the chance to. “Well, until we know the full extent of this thing’s power, or some idea at least, wouldn’t it be best to have us watching.”

Button’s face was bright red at this point. “I-I guess.”

“Well,” Rumble said as he stepped forward, “something you shouldn’t need to guess about is the rules. Remember them” He watched as both of them nodded, but that wasn’t good enough for him. Not with all he’d seen in his life. “Say them.”

Featherweight and Button swallowed hard. While, sure, they were to work together, Rumble was kind of their leader. “We can’t actually hurt them. They’re still ponies, and we’re not sadists. The mares we go after we actually want or like. We never take a mare out of anger. And, until we find out if we can make it permanent, we’ll try to not impregnate them. Not until…”.

Rumble swallowed hard as the two looked at him. While the three wanted to be good about all of this, say they wouldn’t abuse this, the plan they had ruined any chance of that. Then again, you also had one sexually pent up stallion who was constantly teases for being a colt still, a shrimp who constantly got bullied, and sometimes had to peep to stop the high school bullies, and then a third who had spent most of his life watching girls enjoy being used, abused, and being slutty in general.

All three of them were ready to take control themselves.

Rumble swallowed hard. “Until after we have them as our pet, slave, or whatever. We will never let anypony outside of us three get the ring though, and keep the mares safe from anypony else’s abuse.”

Featherweight tentatively rose a hand. “W-what if we make one screw another so we can, in theory-”

Rumble stopped him with an outstretched hand. “S-So long as we have her, you can do whatever you want. Just… make sure they don’t know it’s us. We don’t want the princesses or authorities coming to stop us.”

All of them were quiet at that for a few moments. All of them wanted this. Their chance to be in control. Their chance to be on top, and be the big dogs. And… and to have all the mares they desired, because all three had been declined all of their lives. Rumble only got lucky because the bitch he rode was a sex fiend his brother told to do so.

Button fidgeted a bit, before saying, “What if we could stop even them?”

All three of them looked at each other, before looking down. Button then put the shovel into the dirt, and began to dig. The words the ring had told them that afternoon rung in their ears now. They had just been hanging out at the Everfree, a bit over a year ago. They hadn’t meant to find it, but when they did…

”My three kings, I am pleased to finally meet you. I have never had owners before, as I was discarded after being forged. Or, was it locked away? It doesn’t matter. You are here now, and I can fulfil my goal.”

“You live in a world of four princesses, all who rule the land. And only them. Some may claim that the princes I sense are in charge as well, but they are puppets. Royalty, but with no power. I wish to allow this to change. To give whomever wields me the power to rule all. All you must do is to use me, and I will take your conviction, your strength, and couple it with my own.”

“With me, I will make you all rulers. You merely need to use me.”

Button pulled the box it was in from the ground and looked to the other two. They fidgeted, but said nothing. They all had joked about what they could do with it, but when they had managed to move the sun with it, they had stopped. What was within that box had kept its promise.

And now they planned to use it to rule, just as it had said.

Button opened the lid to the plain, white box, and looked within. All that lay there was a gold band with ancient markings upon it. Pointing forward from the band was a single spike, while going back were two, highly detailed wings. Just like the horn and wings of an alicorn.

Rumble swallowed hard. “Careful how you wear that thing. Could end up hurting yourself.”

Button chuckled half heartedly at that, suddenly quite aware that his erection was gone. The metal was oddly warm for being stuck in the ground, and it being so late on a cool, late summer night. He glanced back at his friends, and then put it on. He had to hide it after all, so he got the first shot.

”Hello, King Mash. It is a pleasure to see you again. I hope our time together is not so short this time.”

Button swallowed hard again. “It… It should be longer this time.” He then turned to the other two stallions as he fidgeted with it. “So, um, what now?”

Rumble shrugged, but Feather was bouncing on his heels. While sure, he was nervous, he had his camera on him for a reason, and was all too ready to see something tonight. “Well, you already know who you’re using it on first, so let’s get to it!”

Button glanced at the ring one more time, before gripping his fingers together, and nodding. His mom told him to be more bold anyways.

He stepped into the kitchen, and for a moment, just stared. His mom, Love Tap, was often considered one of the sexiest milfs in Ponyville, if not Equestria. Despite having him and his brother, her body was amazing. An hourglass figure with tits as big as cantaloupes, and an ass that he knew from experience was as soft as a pillow. And tonight, it was wrapped in a loose gray t-shirt, and gray shorts that barely went below her ass.

And Button’s erection was already back as he raised his finger and pointed at her, though he didn’t know if it was necessary. “Mom, you’re completely under my control. A doll only to serve me, y-your master.”

A golden wave of energy ran itself along the ring on Button’s energy, before the force of the command washed over him. It felt like he’d been hit by a truck or something. What is going on?

It had the right effect on Love Tap though, as the boy turned stiff as a board. She then swiveled towards them and said in a completely monotone voice, “Of course, master.”

Button and the others glanced at each other, even as he held onto his head. So far it was working. “And… and you won’t remember anything I do to you while you’re under my control.” Another wave hit him like a buck to the gut. He couldn’t figure out why though.

“Yes sir.”

Button swallowed hard, before glancing to his partners in crime. He then shut his eyes. No matter what he tried to do, this was going to get messy, and they would be right there, watching and waiting to see what happened. If he continued to worry about them, he wouldn’t be able to do anything that he actually wanted to.

When he opened his eyes, it was just him and her. He pointed his finger at Love Tap again, and said, with a touch more confidence, “Then show me your breasts. Show me what have always been mine, and…” Somehow the pain in him became about ten times worse when he paused, and he barely gasped out, “tell me how much you wish I still suckled on them!”

Love Tap nodded, before reaching down. The thin fabric soon was lifted away from her soft, smooth stomach. She had a bit more fluff to her then she should, but it was a healthy fat, and added to the hourglass she had. Beyond that, she teased the underside of her breasts, before simply pulling it off. It was without ceremony, but none of the stallions there really cared.

They blinked as they saw the first set of tits just for them. No stupid whores, no cheap tricks, no computer screens. Just big, bountiful, bouncy breasts, brought to them by the ring. Love Tap brought her hands to her inverted nipples, teasing them while they stayed hidden. “I wish you still suckled on them like when you were young, master.”

Button nodded, his hands fumbling with his slacks. They were finally there. Not in a shower as he silently peeked, not naked on the couch after he carefully pulled her shirt up. They were just there, and all his. “N-now for the shorts. Take them off, and… and spread your pussy for me.”

Once more, Love Tap nodded while Button put himself against the wall. He was sweating at this point, and didn’t even know how many more commands he might get out before he just passed out. He didn’t remember Rumble having this much trouble when he commanded the sun.

Of course, this soon got kicked out of his mind as Love Tap bent over, pointing her ass right at him. Once more, she disrobed without ceremony, something that the other two took note of. For Button, it was still slow motion as the shorts were peeled away from her smooth, round ass. Each inch showing off more, and letting him see what he’d only seen the top of before.

And then, it was there. Her round, pillow of an ass that he’d laid against when he was sad, and got to snuggle her. He had always dreamed of actually being able to grab it, and if he had more strength, he would dive for it. Button still felt like he was going to be sick though. It faded though as her fingers snaked around to the closed space below her ass. Two of her fingers dipped into it, before spreading it wide.

Button and Featherweight’s jaws opened as they got to see the pink folds, while Rumble just licked his lips. His ‘lover’s’ weren’t nearly this pretty, nor wanted to be closed this much. He bet she was as tight as anything else they could want. “Alright Button, what do you want her to do first?”

Button took in a sharp breath, before pushing his friend out of his mind again. It was just him and his mom. Him and what he desired. He pointed his finger at her again, before stopping, and remembering how tired he was. “I… I want you to come over here, and give me the best titfuck you can.”

Love Tap nodded, before straightening herself, and walking over. Her hips swayed like a supermodel’s, even though she probably didn’t care about how she walked. The effect went up to her bosom though, which moved like a perky pendulum, asking for somepony to do something to them. Button, who still had his finger trained on her, smiled as he thought of a good one.

A golden glow wrapped itself over the mare’s chest as he tried a mental command. It was short, firm, and… surprisingly didn’t hurt. Instead, he got just what he desired, and got to watch as they got transformed right in front of him. They were large already, but with the command he watched them expand, and placed his hands around them. At first, he was just able to get them all the way around. As the flesh grew though, and his hands sank into her soft, wonderful tits, they came farther apart, and he found it harder to just try and hold on.

Instead, now he held onto tits slightly larger than his head, and only let go when Love Tap got on her knees. He took a deep breath, shut his eyes, and braced himself, knowing what was to come.

And her breasts did feel just as good as he thought they might. Their soft warmth wrapped around the entirety of his cock, and then some, but from how hard she pushed hers together, they were tight against his throbbing cock. When they moved, he could feel every centimeter. Feel how they gave under his own shaft. And could watch his mom give him… give him…

“Ah!”

Button’s body shook as he fell to the ground, the world seeming to spin around him as his sex drive plummeted. He hadn’t meant to let it end soon, but it felt so good, and he had wanted it for so long…

Rumble smacked himself as he saw Button start to nod off, a stupid smile on his face. He should have known that Button would have the stamina of a virgin teased for five hours… because he was, but they were still going to need to work on it. Rather than him being an idiot like this.

He knelt down, took the ring from him, and bit his lip. Button looked like the crap was being beaten out of him when he did vocal commands, but when he made her chest grow, he seemed kind of okay. Then again, by then, he was probably going off of pure desire.

“So we need to be confident?” He bit into his lip, before slipping it on and looking at Love Tap, who wasn’t quite out of control. “Listen to me! I am also your master!” He nodded as Love Tap did just that, and only the slightest pulling in his stomach occurred. The ring had said to use it like a ruler would, and Button will take time to be one of those.

He gestured for her to leave, though his eyes were on those massive tits. They were splattered with Button’s cum, which coated the inside of her cleavage from where he had abruptly cum. She had only moved them maybe two inches before he had, and Rumble resolved to make sure Button understood what he was missing out on like this. His best friend was going to experience this fully, or Rumble will have failed as a friend. “Go clean yourself up, and go to bed. Then, you’re out of our control.”

Love Tap nodded, but Featherweight whined. “Why can’t we have some fun with her first? I mean, do you see those tits?”

Rumble bit into his lip. Admittedly, he was stiff as a board too. However, he didn’t want to end up messing this up somehow, and so turned to his friend. “It’s Button’s mom. He gets her first, and this doesn’t count. However, if it makes you happy,” he slipped the ring off his finger and offered it to Featherweight, “if you think you can do better than him, you get first crack tomorrow.”

Featherweight looked at the ring, before taking it and grinning. He already had a mare in mind, and knew he could do better than Button easily with her. Especially since he couldn’t dare let himself miss the chance. Not when it was one who deserved all of his attention, even if he always got distracted in class.

A Bit Better

“Well, it’s been awhile since we’ve been back here, hasn’t it?”

Featherweight nodded at Rumble’s comment as he looked at the small schoolhouse. They’d graduated a good while back, having headed for Ponyville High instead for their later years of education. That place had never had the same charm as the small building of their youth though. Nor the figure that everypony from the school’s classes vividly remembered.

Button Mash put his hand on Featherweight’s back and tried to give him a small smile. “If-if it helps, Cheerilee was definitely near the top of my list too, so you’ve got my approval for this.”

Rumble waved a hand to his friend. “Same, especially since she has definitely aged well, even if none of the stallions her age can truly appreciate her.” He stepped closer to Featherweight and grabbed his shoulder tight. “Something I know you’ll do all too well, won’t you?”

The lanky pegasus blushed at the comment, before nodding. If he was absolutely honest, it was more than just an appreciation for her body. His size, and later his gangly limbs, had always been a point of mockery that any pony could use to sting him, but Cheerilee never had. She had made sure he knew the beauty that was any body type, even though she had later scolded him about trying to use that as his excuse to peek on the mares.

It had made him feel cared for, comforted, and cemented Cheerilee as one of the best mares in the world. That made it only more difficult when he had become eighteen, and been shot down by her, something his friends didn’t even know about.

Not that he would use that for anger. No, now was simply his chance to rectify that moment, and at least be with her once.

Featherweight looked up, a new fire in his eyes as he smiled. “Now, Rumble, you know it’s not me who decides what I covet, but the camera. With my plans though, I suspect she’ll be the only thing it can focus on.”

Rumble chuckled at the small joke, while Button grinned, and reached into his pocket. From it, he produced a small, white cloth, which hid the ring within. Wen Featherweight looked confused, Button just scratched his head and looked away. “After yesterday, I was afraid of wearing the thing around town, especially if its drain is just from wearing it, despite what you think Rumble.”

The gray pegasus shrugged, willing to let the comment slide They all knew last night was probably a sore spot for Button, as he had wanted to do a lot more, and any excuse that wasn’t his fault would make him feel better, a tactic the three had used their whole lives to try to feel better about times like this.

Featherweight took a deep breath in to steady his hand as he reached for the ring. The metal was surprisingly warm, despite it not being an especially hot day. Even odder, it seemed to radiate with warmth for a moment as he turned it over in his hand.

”Hello, King Feather. I do hope you will show a bit more confidence than my previous liege, especially for the sake of your models.”

Featherweight blinked a few times, before whispering, “Why for my models?”

”Because, just like with anything else, when you command people to do things that may be uncomfortable or weird for them, seeing the one who orders them seem to be unfazed by it will make them feel like it’s more normal, and allow them to be more at ease with it all. Not that they’ll have a choice, but it’s advice nonetheless.”

Featherweight smiled at the ring, before slipping it over his finger. He had considered allowing the ring to simply grant him magical powers, and its words brought that back. However, he doubted any level of confidence would get the mares to do as he planned them to, so the thought was dismissed again. However, he did remember about another hiccup from the night before.

“Say, when we say we want a mare to be under our control, could you make them retain their personality? You know, be a bit more like themselves instead of… zombies?”

”Hehe. I do quite like this thought, and will be honored to do so for you, liege.”

Featherweight smiled, before glancing at Rumbled, and giving him a large thumbs up. Button, unlike his two friends, didn’t immediately smile, as he knew one night he would end up bedding his mom again. Than again, the mare he laid with yesterday wasn’t really his mom, no matter how much he hoped for that to be the case, and reluctantly nodded his approval as well.

Rumble clapped his hands together to get all of their attentions back, before gesturing to the school house. “She won’t be in there alone forever, so we may want to get a move on.”

Featherweight blushed at the comment, while a small chuckle echoed in his head. He disregarded it, while the ring didn’t. It was simply more proof of how much he was looking forward to tomorrow when he would be wielded by a true monarch.

Still, Featherweight had the ring for now, and glanced into Cheerilee’s classroom. She sat at her desk, two stacks of papers on it. One would be the tests she was probably grading, while the larger one would be the graded ones. That, or the other way around. You never really knew until you were told they weren’t done, a thought that made him smile, and thumb the ring on his finger.

Could he really do it? Take control of Cheerilee and have his way with her? Sure, he was supposedly the most perverted of them all, but that was always harmless to him. He never sold the pictures, shared them only with Button and Rumble, who he knew wouldn’t want to actually hurt the mares, but now… Now he saw custom websites, requests from followers, and possibly dozen mares showing themselves to all of Equestria.

And it would all start here.

”But how wrong is that? The body is a natural thing, and you are a king. If you decide that they should share it, and show their beauty, what harm is that? How will they react when told they’re beautiful, sexy, and that you can make any nay sayers be dealt with? Your models can be any mare, and haven’t you always believed that any mare should be a model, if not just to be treated as lovely once?

Featherweight glanced at the ring again, wishing that he had the level of desire Button had, as then he could have just walked right in and taken what he desired. The ring was right though. He could make these mares feel like goddesses, and make sure he was seen as right in his perception of beauty, letting him not only have the mares he adored be treated as they should, but even make his dream of being a world class photographer a reality.

It was all he had dreamed, and even more from the side benefits.

Cheerilee glanced up as Featherweight shoved the door open to her classroom, and she smiled at her old student. “Oh, Featherweight, how have you been?”

He took in a deep breath, focusing himself as he looked Cheerilee in the eye, planted his feet, and said, “I’ve been good, but not as good as you will feel now that you’re obeying my every command.”

Cheerilee blinked a few times as Rumble and Button walked in, a wave of golden energy coming over her eyes as she tilted her head. “Well, that’s a rather weird thing to say, but I certainly hope so. Now, what brings you here today?”

Featherweight furrowed his brow at what she said. Part of it could be interpreted as indeed having taken his command to heart, but shouldn’t there have been a sir or something? He thought for another few moments, before deciding upon a ‘safe’ command. “Well, um, I was thinking about the trouble my class always caused you, and how you never said it, but we all knew when there was one who annoyed you. I wanted to know if you would tell me if there were any you hated now?”

Cheerilee shook her head. “Trust me when I say I’ve never hated any of my students. Even when Scootaloo would destroy my classroom trying out a new trick. The only things about this school I hate are my bosses who won’t let me properly act to fix things like bullying in my classes.”

The three stallions glanced at each other, before Featherweight asked, “And what do you wish you could have done?”

Cheerilee put the next test on the completed pile, before raising an eyebrow at Featherweight. “Some corporal punishment, or any punishment really. Celestia knows how many times Diamond Tiara deserved a spanking, or I wish I could have cracked a can across your nuts for what you did too. I know it sounds mean, but I grew up with it, and you never had stallions who were brave enough to try to put a camera in the mare’s locker room.”

Featherweight paled at the thought of what Cheerilee could have done to him, especially since she’d been the one to find the camera, and had broken it with her bare hands in her anger. If it weren’t for it being a month to graduation, he probably would have been expelled, but he knew Cheerilee had decided to keep it a secret between them so long as he didn’t do anything else. If she had been allowed to do more, he imagined he still would be walking funny to this day for that.

Featherweight swallowed hard, before squeaking out, “So, you are doing everything I tell you now, aren’t you?”

Cheerilee smiled at him, before nodding and putting the next paper on the pile. “Of course, Feather. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Rumble let out a small chuckle, before Button beat him to saying, “She has a point.” They both earned a death glare from their friend, but neither cared either, as they hoped to ease a bit of tension before the real show began.

Featherweight sighed, realizing that his friends had a point, before turning to Cheerilee. “Now, get those papers put away. I don’t want to ruin your system with what we’re about to do.”

Cheerilee did so, smiling at him as she came back up from being leaned down to put them away. “So, am I your next model then, Feather?”

He swallowed hard, caught off guard by question, before nodding. Cheerilee nodded back, her smile dropping in an instant, and causing the poor stallion to feel his blood freeze. She then stood up, coming closer before she put her hands on her hips. “Alright Featherweight, but I would think about that choice very hard. If I start stripping, or doing anything else like that, I will never be able to see you as anything more than the pervert I found in the shower that day. Do you want that?”

Featherweight began to stammer out some sort of reply, unable to even breathe at the moment, before he felt Rumble’s hand grab his own. Or, more importantly, grab the one with the ring. Rumble then looked Cheerilee dead in the eyes, and said with cold steel, “You will happily obey his commands, and forget all that we do today.”

Featherweight blinked a few times as they saw golden sparks fly around Cheerilee’s head, before she smiled, and nodded. “I’m sorry, Featherweight. What were you hoping for me to do?”

Featherweight glanced at Rumble, before whispering, “She doesn’t want this. She’ll hate this.”

Rumble stopped for a few moments, taking in a long, deep breath, before he looked to his friend. “We-we all knew that this wasn’t actually consensual. That what we want is… slaves. That’s why we’ll be good to them though. We’ll let them continue as they are, be happy, and not hurt them. You won’t hurt Cheerilee, right?”

“No!”

Rumble put a trembling hand on Featherweight’s shoulder and nodded. “Then all you’re doing is making an old school teacher no longer be alone, and what’s wrong about that?”

Featherweight glanced between Rumble and Cheerilee for a moment, before reluctantly nodding. It was easy to say of course, but when faced with the actuality that they were taking away the mare’s freedom to some degree… Rumble’s right though, just like the ring was. I hope to make these mares happier, even if how I do it is… weird. Just remember the rules, and think about the good times to come. Everything else doesn’t matter.

He turned back to Cheerilee, raised his camera, and said calmly, “Now, why don’t I get a nice big smile.” The minute he had it, he took the picture, and felt his body ease into what it always wanted to do. Not just for Cheerilee, but for the world.

Featherweight took a quick picture when those dazzling, white teeth showed themselves to him, a smile slipping over his face as he nodded. A simple, base picture. His hand drifted forward afterwards, slipping underneath the light, purple vest that she wore over her white shirt, and gave her large breast a squeeze. They were still firm, despite time’s effects on them. “Good.”

Featherweight next gestured to the desk. “Now, Why don’t we get that vest off, along with a few buttons, and you hop up onto here. That way I can get you to pose where I’ve always wanted to fuck you, just like any colt in my class.”

A small chuckle escaped the teacher as she got onto the desk, her legs dangling off the end as she slowly let the vest fall onto her arms. She then plucked it with one hand, and held it in the air for Featherweight, just as his shutter snapped. “Next, spread those legs, and let’s see what sort of naughty panties you’re wearing.”

Cheerilee smiled at the command. Her knees parted almost immediately, before she pulled up her knee length skirt, just so as to make her pure, white underwear easier to see. “Should I take them off, Feather?”

Featherweight’s mouth watered at the thought, before he breathed, with a touch of pain, “Yes, but slowly.” His camera’s lens flashed almost constantly as she moved, her panties moving tantalizingly slowly, almost like they were molasses instead of cloth. He didn’t want to miss a single moment of the pink lips’s reveal, and felt his loins stirring as he watched her damp pussy finally show itself.

Cheerilee wasn’t quite done trying to show how much she enjoyed all of this, and her fingers slid into her moist cunt. A long moan escaped her lips as all three stallion’s eyes widened, and the only other sound that could be heard was the click of Featherweight’s camera. She smiled wider at this gesture, before batting her eyes at Featherweight. “Come on, we can finally do what you’ve always wanted to. Take me.”

Featherweight’s body trembled as he stared at her, her pussy spread wide for him. His cock throbbed in response to his thoughts, and he knew he wanted it. Knew he wanted it more than anything else in the world.

But he also had to get those pictures. Though, maybe some of them could wait.

He stepped forward, one of his hands snaking forward and grabbing her ass tight. It was nice and firm too, though he thought he knew why this time. “I’ve seen you come to the school in sweatpants before. Do you have those with you now?”

Cheerilee giggled. “Are you hoping I’ll demonstrate the staining powers of cum on my skirt? Because I usually make that an oral exam, and more on a,” she paused to squeeze her hefty bosom, “different articles of clothing.”

Featherweight licked his lips, but resisted the all too titillating offer. He had better plans in mind. “While tempting, I’d rather see you bent over your desk, and showing me how much you need this.”

Cheerilee shrugged in response, a touch disappointed in not getting to taste his cock, but she suspected that what was to come wouldn’t be an all too bad replacement. She hopped off of her desk, before bending down at an almost ninety degree angle to the ground. Once more, she hiked up her skirt, letting her quivering folds present themselves. One of her fingers circled the sensitive flesh, before she winked at Featherweight. “Come on. I know you want it.”

He smiled slightly, even as a blush came to his features, and another pulse of pain ran through his skull as his will wavered. He quickly dismissed it, and decided to try something new. A completely mental command for the ring.

The sound of tearing fabric let him know that it was all too successful. He watched as her firm, ripe ass began to stretch her light pink skirt. As the first seems began to break, a loud sultry moan escaped the teacher as she leaned further onto the table, three of her fingers digging into herself deeply as waves of arousal buffeted her from her ass.

’More. Larger.’ Featherweight felt his balls throb in pain as the golden aura on her flanks flared, and the sound of the stretch band on the skirt snapping filled the air. Now, through the thick fabric, you could see splotches of her ripe, darker pink flesh. And, all the while, Featherweight greedily snapped up every moment of it with his camera.

Finally, a final ripping sound echoed through the classroom, and her skirt lazily fell to the floor. What was left was no longer firm, but there was definitely junk in Cheerilee’s trunk, and she rubbed it as she continued to moan, her arousal stained fingers spreading the juices over the flesh.

And, finally, Featherweight put down the camera, and brought out his cock. A sense of pride filled him as her eyes fell upon his member, and widened. It could of course just be the spells, but it still felt all too good. “Now, my model, ready to be taught how to handle your ass being pounded?”

Cheerilee moaned as she buried her face into her arms, and almost whimpered out, “Yes.”

He took a deep breath, his mind splitting one more time for the night. He had always wanted to hear her desperate for him like this. To hear her be so needy that she almost couldn’t speak to her lover. But, this was still all a lie. Without the ring, she wouldn’t want any of this. Wouldn’t want him.

Just like everypony. Even his…

Featherweight let the breath out, dispelling the negative thoughts. He never dwelled on those sorts of things, and if this was how he could have a good life, he saw no reason to say no to it.

He walked closer to her, his cock beginning to slide between her large, jiggling cheeks. They were so soft, and so warm, yielding to his merest tap. Not that he only wanted to tap them, as one of his hands pulled back, before coming down with a loud clap upon her buttocks. “Ask me to put it in!”

Cheerilee smiled, looking at him sultrily over her shoulder. Her body was shivering, waiting for the next, hearty smack against her expanded assets. She didn’t even think twice though at the order as she moaned out, “Please, Feather, will you fuck my ass?”

Feather’s tongue licked across his lips as he shifted his weight forward, putting the tip of his member to her puckered ass. He could feel the sides of her large, jiggly ass against his shaft as he teased the small hole. He knew why he was hesitating of course, remembering how Button had so quickly cum yesterday. Worse yet, he’d been primed for a lot longer than his friend.

On the other hoof, he knew he couldn’t spoil this chance. It would be a straight up crime to do that.

Featherweight finally thrust forward, using even his diminutive weight to help him open her up. Immediately, Featherweight realized that maybe this wasn’t his best idea. Sure, he didn’t have to worry about cumming inside of her or not, but he also had forgotten that the rectum was often times a touch tighter than a mare’s pussy, and he thought at first that Cheerilee was going to cut off his blood flow with how her body wrapped around him.

Before he could be certain that this was even safe, Cheerilee decided to teach Feather an important lesson. See, Feather had forgotten that she was all too ready for this, and could really use a good rutting after how long it was since she was even with a coltfriend. For him to simply stop after finally putting a bit in was not enough, especially since it felt so good to her.

Cheerilee’s hips bucked backwards, forcing more of Featherweight into her. Cheerilee let out a shaking moan, her body quaking from the pleasure of having a student’s cock in her. Not only that, but one she truly did care about. Best yet was that she was his slut, so her reasons of him being able to do better than an old mare were out the window.

All there was now was her, and her liege’s cock as it spread open her virgin anus.

Featherweight leaned down, letting his lithe body press against her back as he continued his quick, deep breaths. They were helping him relax, though he knew better than to keep them up for too long. His teacher was no young filly in bed though, and how her rump jiggled and shook on him was amazing.

The young stallion knew he couldn’t just play second fiddle. This was his chance to be a king, to show what he was made of, and he had almost not moved in a minute. So, he let his instincts take over, and began to gently hump against Cheerilee’s frantic motions. The brief moments of their flesh being apart only made the times when every inch of his shaft was deep within her all the better.

As he got rougher, Cheerilee got louder. Sure, she’d had more experienced colts, but they missed something that a virgin had. A carnal, almost primal part to their mating as they were rougher than most stallions thought they should. Each powerful thrust made her ass jiggle, shaking more violently as more time passed. The vibrations she knew would pass on to Feather, and she hoped he liked them as much as she was, her body shaking from the waves of pleasure that ran down her legs.

Feather’s hands reached up as his thrusts grew more bold. He felt her heavy bosom slap his hands before he actually touched them, their softness harmed slightly by a wooden button smacking his finger. Not that he noticed, especially when his hands darted forward, grabbing those massive tits that he had stared at for hours as a colt. They were just as soft as he had always imagined, yielding to his fingers easily. The only way it could have been better is if they were uncovered.

Feather moaned, his body trembling from the ecstasy of it all as he kneaded deeper into her breasts. Something about the soft mounds made him feel like he had forgotten something. Forgotten something that was all too important. Something that would look even better with the fact that he was about to-

Feather’s eyes almost popped out of his skull as he shoved himself away from Cheerilee, his cock coming out with a small pop as he dove for his camera. Crashing against the ground, camera in hand, actually helped him with his plan, as the pain made sure he wasn’t about to release before it was perfect.

A glance up had all three of the other ponies in the room were staring at him. Two looked stunned, cocks in hand, while the last looked disappointed, her fingers kneading into her sopping wet pussy. Featherweight nodded at Cheerilee, before he snapped, “Keep doing that, but take off your shirt. I at least want you only in your bra for this last shot.”

Rumble blinked for a moment, before chuckling and turning to their old teacher. His friend could have of course nutted right into any schoolcolt’s wet dream, but only Feather would put a picture above that euphoria. It had to be one of the reasons why he was so excited to see what his friend would do, especially as he took pictures of Cheerilee as she stripped away her white shirt.

Featherweight slowly began to stroke his cock again as Cheerilee panted, squatting before her desk. Her large tits were only held in by a practical, black bra. Not that it was big enough for her massive chest, her nice, dark pink areolas on full display over the top of the bra. Her tongue stuck out of her face as she stared at Feather’s cock, her juices splattered onto the floor as she kept working to get herself off. “W-will this work?”

Featherweight nodded. “Absolutely perfect. Now,” he muttered as he looked at Button Mash and Rumble, pleased to see they were also still rock hard, “will you two come over here and help me finish this up? Consider it an art project.”

Rumble grinned as Button Mash blushed, but both stepped closer, beginning to stroke harder and harder as they looked upon their teacher. The reminder of their days of innocence, but also the image they’d thought of most when those days ended. The one they could never have, but always wanted.

It wasn’t too hard to finish with her looking like she wanted. And, as those thick, sticky, warm strands landed on her, Cheerilee screamed out her appreciation for her three students, letting out a scream of ecstasy as she came hard.

And, with her tits, face, and hair all covered in cum, her mouth wide open, with cum even staining her pure tongue, Featherweight took one more picture, whispering, “Perfect,” to himself as he finally calmed down, satisfied with his work.

At least, for now.

Just Right

Rumble turned the ring over in his hand as he stood outside of Sugarcube Corner. He’d chosen the place for a few reasons. Pinkie was hot, free pastries… A sigh escaped him as he clenched his fist.

He estimated that the last five years of his life had been consumed by his brother at this point. Not all bad, admittedly, though now he did look at those initial years when he admired his brother as a time of self disgust. When he thought his brother’s sleepy dates were all too happy to be there, or that his excuse for them rushing out the next morning being that they were busy.

All lies. All filthy lies. And now, he had the power to make him pay for those lies. Sure, Rumble could just go and confront him now, force him to live up to those lies, confess to a judge, and get locked away, but that was simple and quick. He wanted more than that, for both the mares, and his brother.

He glanced around the corner, looking through the window to see Pinkie Pie in the shop, cleaning. Anypony knew that, now that Pinkie owned the place, that it was practically open twenty-four seven, so long as she was actually at the bakery. Just like the dozens of times he’d seen her nursing a hangover at his place, she looked amazing, in a long, white apron, a blue t-shirt underneath, and matching jean shorts on her ripe ass.

The one mare his brother, to Rumble’s knowledge, had turned into his ‘fuckbuddy’. After any Pinkie party, if he had struck out with every other mare, he had her. Rumble’s fingers wrapped around the ring he held as he thought to himself about how that would end today.

”That’s not very noble of you, my liege. Won’t that just make your brother seek out others more fervently”

Rumble’s eyes turned down to his closed fist, before bringing it up and, in a heated whisper, saying, “You. I was wondering when you might talk, as I have a few things to discuss with you.”

For a moment, the ring seemed to become silent, as if forced away from Rumble by the anger. That was far from the truth though, as it sent a ripple along this lord, feeling his intensity within him. It was a passion for good, and bad, that ran deep within his veins, whether he knew it or not, and he had a vision for this world. A vision he would achieve.

Unlike the subservient voice of before, that of a lowly butler, the voice of the ring came out strong, wise, and deep. ”Yes, my king, you do, and I am still here to help you seek what it is that you desire, as I always shall be.”

Rumble blinked for a moment at the new voice, before brushing it away. He didn’t have long before the others got here, and he wanted to get his questions out of the way first. “That’s good to hear. Now, my first topic is that of protection. The three of us cannot keep-”

”Please, my lord, there is no reason to keep up pretenses with me. Speak from your heart, and I will be able to serve you better.”

For another moment, Rumble paused as he opened his hand and looked at the ring. It was just an artifact, so why was he keeping up with his excuses? Maybe because they made him feel better for using his friends to help him?

A golden shine came to the edge of Rumble’s eyes as he thought, Why should a lord make excuses for using his vassals?

Rumble slipped the ring onto his finger, nodding to himself as he decided to indeed speak the truth. “I want them to be subservient to me and my fellow lords permanently so my brother may never touch them. So we can isolate him until I decide what I want to do with him. Can you do that?”

”It is done, my lord. Fill any of them with yours, or the others seed, and the mare will be under all three of yours control.”

“Good.” Rumble smiled, happy that the ring was so efficient, as it gave him less time to ponder over the butterflies that continued to grow in his stomach. “Now, you have power, I’ve seen that already, but what sort off limits do you have? What can I not do?”

”My lord, you do not understand why I am the Ring of Kings. You see, I may as well be your crown. The thing that allows anypony to rule all. Not some, not most, all. So long as you have the confidence and air of a king, you can make even time and space your servants, if that would so please you.”

Rumble stopped, his mouth open at the comments, before he glanced to across the street, the gears in his mind turning. There he could see Applejack, tall and strong, working on her sales. She was in her normal sort of outfit, a white shirt that firmly outlined her large rack and well toned muscles, along with long jeans.

He hesitated for only a moment, before Rumble’s resolve hardened back to the wrecking ball it had become, and his eyes narrowed. Before his eyes, just as he commanded, Applejack’s shirt vanished from existence, leaving the farm mare only in a similarly colored bra. And, more importantly with his mental command, she acted like nothing had happened.

“Wow! Did you do that, Rumble? Because if so, I can already think of a half dozen uses for that trick.”

Rumble almost leapt out of his skin at the sudden voice, before spinning around to look at Featherweight. He then felt his cheeks burn bright red as he realized how absorbed he let himself get. He’d even forgotten that he had friends for a moment there. “Umm, yeah. I was talking to the ring, and wanted to try out what exactly it meant by ‘sky’s the limit’ with its powers.”

Button’s voice beat Feather’s, as he groaned, “Are you sure? I felt pretty weak, even with it.”

Rumble shook his head. “You felt that because out of the three of us, you can’t handle anything. It’s all about confidence. About acting like a king when invoking its power.”

Feather hummed at the statement, rubbing his chin as he thought about that. “Well, it explains why I felt a lot more in control when I was taking pictures. I don’t really care about much else than the actions I’m performing when I’m like that, so it’s hard to be anything but confident.”

Button nodded as he stepped into the alley, leaning against the wall as he scratched his head. “Well, I’ve gotten to do a bit, so I’ll consider that preliminary training for the next time I’m with a mare.”

A small smirk crossed the three’s lips as they thought about nights of grinding, and even Button couldn’t help but think about what a night of grinding with mares might be like. However, it was cut off by Rumble remembering something else. The gray pegasus knocked against the stone he was against to get there attention before he said, “Also, the ring promises, like what it did with you Feather, that so long as we cum inside of them, they’ll stay under our control from now on. So, that’s top priority when you’re going for a mare, got it?”

The other two nodded, blushing a bit as both of them couldn’t help but start thinking of their own harems. It was kind of silly to Rumble, even if he couldn’t completely join. His harem was simply too large for him to imagine so easily.

Besides, it was his turn to try the ring out fully, and his mind was only there. What his plan of action was, his wording, and reminding himself that Pinkie might not just call him master, even while under his control.

With a final breath, he turned the corner, and walked into the shop. No more hesitation, no more waiting. Rumbled narrowed his eyes at Pinkie Pie, the ring glowing a touch in response. Confirmation wasn’t needed for him now. His control was absolute, and his mental commands would allow him to save on words.

Pinkie simply blinked, a touch of gold coming to her eyes as she smiled at the three stallions. “You know, I am supposed to be closed. Though… if you colts want, I can see about making a specialty order for you.”

A smile passed Rumble’s lips as his normally green eyes changed to complete gold, and the shutters on the windows flipped shut, cutting out all possibility of them being seen. “I would love a special order, Pinkie. How about we start with a main course of your tits, with a side platter of realizing my brother is a fucking monster.”

A giggled escaped the pink mare as her apron fell to the floor. “Well, duh. I couldn’t like someone that my lord didn’t after all. Though,” she said as she pulled up her shirt, “will this due for your main course?”

For a moment, the golden glow vanished from Rumble’s eyes as he stepped back. Like his friends, the moment of doubt felt like a nail being driven into his gut. Even worse, the ring responded, trying to take back over, which felt like a fist being driven into his stomach.

I’m just making her show herself. What I said is something my brother would say for Celestia’s sake!

It’s for your goals, your dreams, your harem. Backing down isn’t a choice anymore, especially when you have two lieges who are expecting you to lead them.

I’m not a leader though. I’m just another stallion, and a kind of nerdy one at that.

I thought those were the words of your brother. Or, were those the words of the whores he would bring through? Diamond Tiara? Everypony? All three of you are pathetic, weak, which is why you took this in the first place. Or, were you lying this whole time?

Rumble took a deep breath as he felt a hand on his shoulder, before another came to his other. Looking to the two owners, he saw his friends. The two colts he had convinced… The two colts who had agreed with him. Who had their own reasons for wanting the ring, for wanting a chance to be more.

It would be rather cruel of him for him to force them to have a taste, to swallow their fears, only for him to back out and say no. a lord could not do so with such close supporters.

Rumble looked back up, the ring’s magic easing up as his irises went back to a mix of the two colors. Pinkie was frowning, looking concerned as he straightened himself up. Not that it got her shirt to go back down by itself, so her plump, squishy bosom was still on full display. They went well with the small bit of pudge on her, if he was honest.

He stood up completely, waving a hand to Button and Feather to let them know that he was fine. Rumble had just needed a moment, and the smile on Pinkie told him that everything was fine. She was happy, as all the mares would be with him. He would make sure of that, just as he has always planned.

A step forward brought a giggle out of Pinkie, especially as Rumble puffed out his chest. The party mare patted his chest, batting her eyes seductively as she whispered, “Well, I haven’t gotten the review I asked for yet.”

Rumble smiled, even as a small bit of annoyance ran through him from her ruffling his hair. This was Pinkie though, and jokes like the one he used when he first came in were natural with her. In fact, anything else would just be… wrong, or at least he supposed.

What were also still natural, were Pinkie’s breasts. They were massive, in part because of her fluff, and definitely were deserving of praise. Of course, over the past few days, he’d seen better. With a quick thought, he smiled, watching the large chest grow larger. Inch by inch she broke whatever cup size she’d been before. And, as an added touch, he let her sag be no more, instead the magic bringing them up to the forefront with hidden, golden support. He couldn’t have a good friend be in pain because of what he wanted after all.

Pinkie raised an eyebrow, finally bringing his attention away from her chest. Realizing that he still hadn’t responded, Rumble took in a sharp breath before muttering, “Well, usually I need to taste what I review first, though I bet I’ll be able to say the dish is one of your breast.”

A snicker came from behind him as Button groaned. “Really man? I mean, I know you like your puns, but-”

Rumble blushed brightly as he looked back and shouted, “Shut up,” like he had a hundred times when he tried to act macho or suave and someone called him out on it. The yell came with a slight voice crack though. Not because of age, but because a set of rather experienced fingers pressed against the slight bulge in his crotch.

Pinkie was smiling, almost like a serpent, when he looked back. For a moment, Rumble wondered who was in charge, before the stabbing pain in his skull reminded him who had to be in charge. Not that the mare before him noticed, as she was too busy whispering, “Come on, Rumble, you have me all to yourself. My whole being wants you to be happy, so please, please give me my next order.”

Rumble smiled at the mare, before closing his eyes and extending a hand. Now that he was calm again, the testing could begin again. With a small flash of light, a can of whipped cream appeared in his hand, and he smiled at the cold metal. “Well, why don’t you show me just how good those hands are while I enjoy my meal?”

A giddy giggle escaped Pinkie before she threw away her shirt. Her breasts than popped up with her back, now unmoving as it stayed straight. Rumble began to open his mouth to ask, before feeling his zipper fall, and her other hand slip beneath her trousers. The naughty mare merely smiled at his stiffening, before whispering, “I don’t want your treat to move too much, and I know my way around this enough not to need to even look.”

Rumble chuckled a little at it, admonishing himself for forgetting that Pinkie was known for being risky, even if not with his brother. He laid the nozzle of the whipped cream against the side of one of Pinkie’s taut nipples, and smirked as she shivered from the touch. He began to apply the topping around the perky teat, watching his work as he joked, “Bet it’s the largest you’ve touched.”

Pinkie licked her lips, definitely approving of what she felt in his pants, but it wasn’t a question or request so… “Well, I’ll say it’s not the smallest. I just wish it was as big as your brothers.”

Those were the wrong words.

Pinkie suddenly felt the tingling of magic near her hands, before the long, firm cock she held… grew. Not by a small bit either, as what she could lay over her hand started to extend itself to halfway up her arm, and at least as thick. She couldn’t help but turn her head down, which was only another mistake, as her skull crashed against Rumble’s.

Rumble let out a sharp yell of pain as his hand came up. Looking down at his handiwork, his eyes popped open, before another sharpness came to his head, and he switched the doubt to a joke. “Well, I may have overdone it , didn’t I?”

“No!” Pinkie rocked forward on the counter she was sitting on, before blushing and recomposing herself. She then had a marvelous idea, and stretched her legs open. The three stallion’s slightly paled to see her completely drenched thighs, something they really needed to get over, before Button blushed, Feather brought his camera up, and Rumble smiled.

No order was needed, which to him was a true form of submission. Instead, his cock was out, and Pinkie took it upon herself to slowly peel the soaked panties she wore away from her nethers. Two of her fingers stayed once the underwear was on her thighs, where it ‘mysteriously’ vanished, her back arching as she let out a long moan.

Rumble stepped forward, but stopped as he saw where her other hand was. It cradled one of her large, heavy breasts, raising it upwards. The pegasus licked his lips as he saw which breast it was, and stared at the white cream that drew closer to Pinkie’s maw.

Her lips clasped around her own teat, another moan escaping her as her fingers dug in further into her. The naughty mare’s tongue swirled around her areola, picking up the cream her master had left there, thoughts of when Master’s real cream was on her swirling around in her mind. When she finally let it go with a gasp, she fell back, her whole body naked now as she spread herself open completely. “I’m ready for you, my lord.”

For a moment, Rumbled moved to go forward again. She was completely ready for him, with her arousal dripping off of the counter at this point, before he got a better idea. A reward, for those who were still here for him. He stepped back, before sitting on a table, his cock twitching in the air. “Say, Feather, ever get a chance to fuck Cheerilee’s pussy?”

Feather blinked at the odd request, especially since he was still mostly in photography mode. “Umm, yeah. We didn’t want to get caught or something.”

Rumble nodded, knowing as much, before turning to Pinkie. “Well then, Pinkie, I haven’t had anal yet, so why don’t you come over her and sit on my scepter? And, if you ask nice enough, another one of your lords might just give your naughty pussy what it wants so badly.”

Pinkie’s eyes widened as she realized what was going to happen to her, before mewled from the desire that ran through her body. She could have been happy about just thinking about what was to come, her body wanting to lay back for a moment, before a ‘gentle’ prod in her mind reminded her that her master was waiting for her.

She stood on two, trembling hooves, slowly making her way over. Pinkie couldn’t remove her hand from between her thighs at this point, not until she had something else to try to keep back the ocean of need that was filling her. She glanced to the side, at Featherweight, who did have his cock out, and bit her lip.

Before she got to Rumble, she stopped, methodically turning to the other stallion so as not to fall. She then bowed, which almost sent her face first into the floor, and squeaked out, “Please, my lord, join me and my king by fucking me in the pussy as hard as you can… please.”

Featherweight blinked, before whispering, “Sure?”

Rumble smirked at that, shaking his head as he thought about how his friend needed to get better when it came to the actual sex part of this stuff. Turning back to Pinkie, he licked his lips and patted his thighs. “Now, assume your place.”

Pinkie nodded eagerly, shuffling ever closer to him. She then spun on one heel, which was the final straw for her balance. Her arms flailed outwards to try to catch herself, but it was too late.

Rumble’s, and Pinkie’s, eyes shot open as she fell onto his cock. The momentum and gravity split her cheeks open, spreading them fast. It was a lot more than she had ever taken back there. Not that she could mind at this point. The more Rumble had to re-assert his dominance, the more she had been made to need him, and at this point, just his cock entering her led to the first wave of her ocean of lust to crash down. Like the ocean though, the first wave was never the last.

She screamed out in pleasure as she writhed on his cock. Her eyes then fell on Feather again, and narrowed. She needed more. “My lord,” she said as her legs spread themselves again, “fuck me!”

Feather swallowed hard, before looking over to Rumble. His friend was in no capacity to help him though, his face contorted in a mix of surprise, slight pain from just how tight she was, and ecstasy from the fat ass that he had now. Nothing about it said that the hungry mare was dangerous though, and that soft, squishy body against his…

Featherweight stepped forward, his cock trembling just out reach of her pink folds. Pinkie was done waiting though, with her legs wrapping around the other stallion and pulling him. His weight slammed into her, driving his cock all the way into her as she reached a level of ecstasy she had never gotten. Her lungs tried to scream, but the force drove the air out of them as her eyes rolled back.

Rumble, on the other hand, now realized that he was not in charge anymore. Pinkie beat them in appetite, experience, and skill, and she finally had what she wanted. The fact that Featherweight’s thrusts brought her down further on him was only proof of that. He bit into his lip, sweating at this point as her ass spread itself further and further for him, sliding down along him.

Feather was doing the same as his hips worked on their own. His hands were on her tits, squishing them tight, but more for a handhold than anything else. Her pussy was nothing like he had expected, as she was known as a loose girl. Apparently, her pussy didn’t get the memo though, as it squeezed down on him tight, trying to milk him for all he was worth.

Pinkie moaned out again as she began to more noticeably move. Her hips bucked against Featherweight, before the lanky stallion slammed her back, driving her against the giant cock of her king. It was unlike anything she’d had before, as she’d always tried to not go too far by sticking to one stallion at a time.

She was never going back to that, to say the least.

Her ass bounced against Rumble again as she let out another scream. She could feel the two of them trembling, trying to avoid ending this, but she didn’t mind. She liked this new side of her that they had awoken in her, and was all too ready to serve her lords. As such, there would be plenty of time for Pinkie to get more of their attention.

And almost as if on cue, the two let out one more groan at the same time. Of course, Pinkie tensing every muscle in her body might have had something to do with it. The three of them let out a scream together, the stallion’s cum pouring into the party pussy, giving Pinkie what she now thought about changing her name to.

Once both were done, they collapsed back, their eyes crossed as they tried to recover from the ride they’d been on. Rumble slowly lifted his head, watching as Button was backed into a corner by the mare, and the shyest of them couldn’t escape.

Feather tapped him on the shoulder, afraid to get up at this point, and whispered, “So.. what now?”

Rumble glanced back, frowning at the question. He knew he should understand it, but he was still coming down from the largest high he’d ever been on, along with the greatest power trip a stallion had ever experienced. “What?”

Feather scratched his head. “Well, we’ve all used the ring once, and we worked out the kinks, so… now what?”

Rumble glanced back to Button. He was moaning as Pinkie nuzzled against his cock. Her large, bouncing breasts were firm against his thighs now, sandwiching the gamer’s cock inbetween them.

No mare had ever been like that with them before. Nopony had ever been like this with them before! He could order anything of her, and she would do it. Soon, any mare would. It was almost frightening the power they had.

Can you really complain though? Look how happy she is? No more hiding her slutty nature, but no more stallions to take advantage of her. You three are kings for a reason, so what should kings do? What can kings do?

Rumble smiled at the voice, his eyes turning completely golden for a moment as he sat up. A surge of renewed energy was in him, and he could feel the excitement that burrowed its way into his brain. He was a king, and his two best friends the best lords he could have ever asked to work with. With the three of them controlling all of this, nothing could stop them.

Rumble turned to look at Featherweight and grinned. The other stallion didn’t return his enthusiasm, only able to return a small smile, before laying his head back down. “Why, whatever we want to. What other plan do we need?”

Feather mulled it over for a few moments, before smiling to himself. He could hear Button’s agreement to the idea, what with their friend trying out some dirty talk with Pinkie, and for him… He saw it all. Everypony in Equestria posing for him. All of them in any way imaginable. He didn’t even care about the sex as much as he could the pictures that were in his mind.

And, with Rumble’s plan, he didn’t even have to miss out on one or the other. He turned back to their leader, smiled, and said, “Sounds amazing.”

“Ready for round two, my lords?”

Both stallions shut up at that, not quite ready for that level of… excitement again. They were content with resting, their thoughts in the future for what they would one day do.

Cumming Back for Mother

Button glanced around the banister of the stairs that led upstairs, staring at his mother as she folded laundry in between matches of Overwatch. Today she was wearing something pretty simple, a loose t-shirt and a loose skirt. There was a time when he thought she wore skirts to attract his eyes, but at this point, knew it was just that she didn’t like pants.

Not that he liked pants on her either though.

He slowly crept down the last few steps, rubbing the ring that was on his hand. It warmed at the attention, but didn’t say anything. Button was happy about that, as he was currently focused, and didn’t want anything to distract him or shake his confidence. He was not going to allow a repeat of last time, to say the least.

With another look around the corner to confirm that Love Tap was distracted by the start of another match, he walked in, trying out the mental commands his other two friends had used. Just a simple one, to get things started. “So, mom, mind if I help you out of those clothes?”

Love Tap glanced to her son, smiling for a moment, before her eyes glanced back to the television. “Close the blinds first and put the laundry away, and then you can play. You should know the rules.”

Button frowned for a moment. He knew the laundry one, as that was an extension of his need to do chores before he got to play video games, but the blinds was odd. Then again, with them open, anypony could see them fucking, and if she were to act like herself, she would be against Button getting into that level of trouble.

He smiled, his thoughts causing the clothes to swiftly dart past him, while the blinds slammed shut. Even when she was his mare to have, she still cared for her little colt. It was something that had been missing when he had done this last time, and he couldn’t thank his friends enough for helping fix that.

Button reached out with one hand, trying not to hesitate as it came steadily closer to his mother’s bosom. Love Tap glanced at his hand, causing him to stop, before she giggled at the gesture. “I’ll turn off the game after this match. Until then, why don’t you get me ready?”

The young stallion blinked for a moment, before he subconsciously caused everything below her waist to vanish. He didn’t care about that part, at least, not as much as he needed the other half of her.

His hands shot forward, grabbing ahold of her bosom as he took in a sharp breath. It wasn’t like last time. He wasn’t in a panic, or fearing that something might go wrong. Instead, he just… had them. Had his mother, who currently blushed, but didn’t shriek, yell, or hate him. The mare he’d always loved enjoyed his hands, instead of pushing him away.

Button’s hands loosened, knowing that there was no real reason to act so aggressively with them. In fact, it was kind of silly, especially since all it would do was hurt her. Unless… “Mom, um, how do you like to be rutted?”

Love Tap glanced at him again, before hitting her alt, and launching half the opposing team back to spawn with Death Blossom. “Well, I doubt you want to hear how I used to do it with your dad, so,” she paused to enjoy her son’s paling cheeks, “please, do as you feel is right, and I’ll correct as I see needed. That way you’ll learn how to treat other mares better, instead of just me.”

Button frowned, letting his fingers knead into the soft flesh. Sure, he had planned on getting other mares, but none of them actually mattered, not like Love Tap did. None of them had her naturally plump breast that could easily be laid upon, sink his fingers into, or make his mouth salivate like hers did.

Button pushed them up, the ring glowing for a moment before he felt them grow heavier in his hands. He didn’t dare let them lose any of their natural perkiness of course, but did squeeze harder against the new flesh, willing for more. The snap of something at Love Tap’s back was just confirmation of his order being fulfilled.

However, as Button rejoiced at the efficiency brought upon by his confidence, his mother frowned, all too aware of the statement that seemed to go ignored. She wouldn’t, or, possibly couldn’t pull her son’s hands away, but she was almost done with her match and laid back, pulling her chest farther away. “Button?”

The young stallions blinked a few times at the shift, before scowling. His mom should be loving this! So, if she did, why did she sound so annoyed? He moved his hands up, rubbing her nipples between his forefinger and thumb as the first sounds of the fabric she wore tearing came into earshot. “What? Was I doing it wrong?”

Love Tap took in a shuddering breath. Doing it wrong was as far from the truth as possible, as she was almost at the point of orgasm because of how sensitive Button had made her breasts. It wasn’t made any better by the fact that her shirt was rubbing against her massive bosom, now tearing in places so the air could kiss her cream breasts.

She took a sharp breath in, turning off the Colt-station as she tried to gather her thoughts. There was a part of her that didn’t want to. She wanted to give into thoughts that had built over the past ten years, ever since her husband had died. Wanted nothing more than to begin telling her son how better to fuck her.

But she was a mother, and her son’s betterment came before her pleasure.

Love Tap put her hands onto the side of her son’s face, looking deep into his eyes as she panted out, “I-I want to make sure I’m not it. I’ve always wanted you to reach out more to the world, and if that means making the video game harem you’ve wanted, at least I’ll know you have more than me and a controller. U-understand?”

Button smiled, now grinding his thumbs into her nipples, pushing them back down. Her bosom was so soft, but her words couldn’t help but make him think about the others he could have. His mom’s chest might be the best, but, like with his favorite games, it was still good to have variation from time to time.

He looked back up, smiling, not noticing as the sound of tearing fabric grew more and more. “Don’t worry mom, I plan to spend plenty of time with lots of other mares. Featherweight and Rumble will even help me with that!”

Love Tap let out a soft sigh. “I’m glad to hear that Button, and that you have two such amazing-”

Rip!

They both looked down as the last of Love Tap’s shirt ripped open. The two halves fell beside her before the older mare giggled. “Well, since I know how much my little colt likes his tits, why don’t we ignore the deep stuff, and focus on what’s more important?”

Button Mash swallowed hard for a moment, staring at the massive mammaries that taunted him. Hard, erect nipples that beat just about anything he could dream of wiggled as Love Tap breathed in, each gasp raising them up, only to fall. He sat down on his mom’s legs, staring at them as his mind flicked a switch, adding one more of Button’s dreams to the mix as he leaned in.

Love Tap moaned out like the whore she was becoming at just Button pressing his lips against her nipples. She could feel that he had done something to her bosom, but she couldn’t care at this point. She was too sensitive, too pent up, and far too ready to show her little colt how much she cared for him.

Her hand slowly stroked the bulge that was growing in Button’s pants, sending a shock through her wonderful stallion. Love Tap bit her lips as the zipper restricting the throbbing muscle slowly came down, teased by her fingers. “I see that my little colt has a wonderfully large present for his mommy, and after you’ve spoiled me so much. What did I do to deserve this?”

Button Mash swallowed again, chills running up his body as he opened his mouth. It wasn’t to speak though, but instead to let his tongue come out, the bumps on it pressing on Love Tap’s erect nipple. It was almost as hard as he was, and he could feel the slightest trace of something sweet as he licked. “Just being you was more than enough mom.”

Another shudder ran through the mare as his hot breath beat upon her skin, but it wasn’t good enough for Button. He wanted her screaming under his lips. He wanted his mom to be completely his, and the first step was with these breasts that he idolized. He bent forward, his lips closing around the taut nub, before sucking.

Love Tap’s eyes widened as her whole body stiffened, She hadn’t been ready for what had happened so far, but to feel her little colt squeeze milk from her chest, to hear him hum at the taste, all while waves of pleasure crashed through, and out of, her.

Just as before though, a good mom never forgot about doing what was best for her child too. Her fingers, trembling now as they gripped the top of his boxers, pulled at his pants. She couldn’t put the force she wanted behind the tugs, not with her orgasm still ripping through her body, but she had to try. Her pleasure was not all that mattered, not when her little lord laid on her body.

Another tug came with another suckle, her teat pulled at by the suction of her baby as he tried to get more out of her. She could feel the milk sloshing in her chest, begging to be pulled at, and amplified by the pleasure she sought. The only thing that kept her hand moving in the first place was knowing the pleasure they both could have if she got his stupid pants off!

Button could feel the desperate tugs, even if they were peripheral to how great his mom’s chest felt, and smiled to himself. He had desperately tugged at himself while she was in the shower for years, and now here she was, doing the same as he teased her. It was almost as good as her getting to touch his cock.

Not that he could wait for that.

Love Tap’s eyes glowed golden for a moment as her arm jerked back a bit too far due to lack of resistance, and instead soon came to grip a thick, hard piece of meat. She discarded thinking about where his clothes may have gone though, instead focused only on the large girth that filled her hand.

Her digits wrapped around the trembling cock, softly teasing it as she panted. It wasn’t the largest she’d had, or seen, but it definitely was the one she wanted more than any other in Equestria. For a moment, she began to lean down, wanting her lips firmly around it, before freezing. Button was at her teat, and she would need to give that up if she wanted to suckle his own milking appendage.

She bit into her lip, her body trembling. Love Tap wanted to do so much to it, but she couldn’t without stopping Button from doing as he pleased, which included her own pleasure. Her thumb swiped over the tip of his cock, bringing a groan from her little colt, before she brought the viscous liquid it had grabbed to her lips.

She stared at the lubricant for a moment, her body continuing to shake as her thighs became all the damper. He was already so happy, so aroused just by doing this all. In fact, for this much, she’d only lightly touched him. If she was a bit more ‘involved’ in her strokes…

Love Tap brought her hand back down, her palm being the first to touch Button. It grinded against his tip with perfect muscular control to squeeze her palm tighter around the sensitive flesh. From there, she moved her fingers down, descending like a trap around his member. Each pressed into his shaft, making sure he felt her there, until her hand covered most of his cock.

She continued from there, her palm sliding away from the tip, before grinding downwards. She made sure her grip was just hard enough to pull at the skin, but not so tight that she could not move, or would cause pain. Instead, it created friction, and, just as her loins became stoked, so did the heat between her skin and his.

Button dug his head into her chest, his face buried into her breast. It was euphoric to feel her shivers of pleasure, but it made it all the harder to ignore the fact that his member was trembling with ecstasy. He didn’t have long, not before he came, so…

Button blinked, realizing that this wasn’t like the first time. Time wasn’t an issue, willingness wasn’t an issue, nothing was an issue. He had his mom, her milk, and her touch, and, as long as he didn’t forget to cum inside her, those would never go away. He could just enjoy himself.

Without warning, Button’s hips bucked upwards, grinding his throbbing cock against his mom’s hand and letting the tip show itself. It shook and shivered in her grip, but the light touch didn’t impede its desire in the slightest. The first thrust brought a little bit of cum that splattered onto her fingers, to which Love Tap felt a hunger stir within her. She had to wait though, as she would receive her reward when she satisfied her lord, and not a moment before.

And then, the second one brought the geyser. Thick, sloppy strands of white, much like her own milk, came from the cock, shooting upwards before it splashed against and over her chest. Love Tap stiffened at the suddenness, even needing to shut one eye to avoid being blinded by Button’s enthusiasm.

And it was this cum that she flicked off of herself. The smell was intoxicating to her, making the wanting mare lose all sense of reality as she stared at her king’s gift. She brought the finger to her lips, and Button’s jaw dropped as her tongue coiled around the digit. He could hear her sucking at the taste, making sure to get all that she could, before her finger was freed with a loud pop.

Love Tap turned to Button, a golden glint now permanently in her eyes. She pushed him down onto the couch, sliding out from underneath of him as her smile grew. “Well, as the mother to such a wonderful colt, I suppose it would be irresponsible for me not to show you all that I’m capable of.”

Button tried to wrangle some sort of words out of his mouth, but none came as she straddled his hips. He could see her soaked thighs, dripping pussy, and could even feel her arousal drop onto his still cum covered cock. For a moment, he worried about not getting hard again before he looked back up.

Love Tap’s milk still dribbled from her tits, which were now larger than either of theirs heads. He couldn’t consciously remember making them even bigger, not that he complained, and licked his lips as he stared at them. So full that they couldn’t even keep their milk inside.

“I’m happy to see that my big stallion is ready for round two.”

Button glanced down at his very hard member that her crotch was sliding against. Her folds tenderly gripped and kissed his shaft, asking for it to come in, though he couldn’t control that, not with how they were positioned. No, he could just watch, and was all too eager. “Please, mom, I always am for you.”

Love Tap let out a long moan as one of her hands dug into her chest. The large mounds hid the fingers as more milk gushed out, causing the moan to extend itself as her whole body shook. She needed more than just this though. She needed Button in her, instead of all this stupid teasing.

She lifted her hips a bit, her arousal having now soaked her little colt’s hips. She used two of her fingers to spread her bright, pink folds, her body shaking as the other lifted his cock. Sure, it wasn’t the largest she’d seen, but at the moment it felt heavier, bigger, and more exciting than any before it.

Her pussy gave his tip a peck before she asked, “Can I get a big kiss from my little colt?”

Button stared for a long moment at those pink folds, his lips becoming dry as he gazed upon his prize. He had dreamt of this day for years, but for it now to be facing him…

A golden glint came to his eyes as the ring reminded him of Rumble. He hadn’t hesitated. He hadn’t backed down from what he wanted, and from all Button knew, that was a random mare. This was Button’s queen. To hesitate now would be to do her a disservice.

Button’s hands gripped into her thighs, squeezing into them as he grit his teeth. Her pussy was already warm against his tip, inviting him. He pulled on her thighs, his hips bucking upwards at the same time, trying to give her the biggest ‘kiss’ he could. It was super effective, as both ponies gasped from every inch of Button’s member being pushed into Love Tap. Her folds gripped him like a vice, squeezing him for all he had as her warmth became all encompassing upon him.

Button let out a loud groan, his body shaking hard as he tried to resist the warm, sticky insides of his mother. It was unlike a pair of tits, a hand, or even Pinkie’s mouth. No, this was her most private place, with dozens of muscles that wrapped, curled, and shuddered around him as his thighs became further drenched in her juices. It was paradise, and he got to stick his cock into it.

His hips shuddered and spasmed as Love Tap let out a long, drawn out moan, singing his name to the skies as his cum poured into her womb. There was more than enough of it, as Button’s desire for her would not be quelled, and instinct took over as Button kept thrusting, ignoring the fact that he had just cum to pound deeper into his mom.

Not that Love Tap would be quelled by this either. Her little lord was treating her with more than enough of his seed as he showed his strength, but all she did was sit like some lazy casual. She was more active in everything she did then this, and so planted her hands on her son’s chest.

Button felt his body sink into the couch as the sound of Love Tap’s tight folds sliding off of him filled the room. She was so tight, pulling on him tightly as she went all the way to his tip. He could see his cum and arousal covered shaft, trembling in the cold, open air.

And then she slammed back down. And again and again, not taking her time now. She needed this after years of loneliness, after years of hoping her colt would stop looking at her like he did. After years of telling herself to stop letting him look at her. She needed this.

Button’s eyes almost rolled back from the forceful fucking. He could never have thought to put this sort of ferocity into sex, but now that he experienced it… he would keep it in mind. His cock trembled again, but he was forcing himself, unwittingly through the ring, to not cum. He would last longer this time, at least until his mom was truly at her peak, instead of some fluke.

And then he looked up. Before him was the reward for his restraint, as the more desperate Love Tap became, the more it showed on her chest. Her bosom was bouncing with each thrust onto his cock, flying up to almost smack her in the face, before coming down hard onto her chest. The flesh rippled from the impact, letting him take it all in as if in slow motion.

As they moved, bouncing, squishing, shaking, the milk in them responded splendidly. He hadn’t noticed the thin rivulets that had come with her earlier actions, her arousal causing them to continue to leak. Now they were fountains though, complementing the upwards motion with a generous spray of milk that he could see rained into his mom’s mouth. On the downwards slam, they gushed like geysers, covering Button’s chest with her milk.

A few drops splashed into his mouth, and he licked his lips. Button couldn’t help but notice how good it tasted, even compared to when he drank it fresh from her tits. Was it because they were fucking? He gazed upon her massive chest, watching it rise and fall once more, before deciding yes, and reaching out to them.

Love Tap let out a shrill cry of surprise as her breasts were violently grabbed, her body shuddering from another rough orgasm. She tried to say something, but the words were ripped from her lungs as she was pulled down. She may love her little, innocent colt, but this side, the dominant lord side, was something else entirely. It drove her absolutely insane.

And better yet, it took what it wanted, which was exactly what she desired. She hadn’t considered having her breasts be used while she rode her little colt, but Button had, and now she knew that she would need to make sure that he always did.

And then, his lips coiled around her nipple. Her little colt, while fucking her pussy silly like a big, strong stallion, now acted like a little babe, sucking on her chest. Taking the milk that was always his, and only his. The milk that drove Love Tap crazy.

She gasped, her mind going blank as her hips moved on their own, her body no longer under her own control. She just needed more, a thought being shared by her little colt. He wanted more of her milk, more of her body, more of… this, and the ring gave him it, letting the milk soak the couch cushions as the milk produced uncontrollably.

Not that either care. Button grew aware of something. A stuttering that made him look over the very large curve to his mother’s breast and to her face. Her eyes were rolled back, almost to the back of her skull, and she was trying to say something, stopped by the pleasure she was experiencing. He could make out one word though.

“Cumming.”

For Button, he thought this meant that she was about to cum, having grown oblivious to the constant spasming around his cock due to the euphoria of her bosom with it. Because of this, the ring let his restraint go, and Button thrust up one more time, pulling his head back as he let her have every last bit of cum he could produce, flooding her with his seed.

And then, they both collapsed. Both were twitching from the pleasure they’d just gone through, neither being able to think of anything they wanted more than another session of this. Well, at least, after some sleep.

Love Tap felt her motherly instincts kick in and forced herself to move, not realizing that otherwise she may have suffocated poor Button. Her chest was unbelievably heavy now, Button’s unconscious wishes having made them twice the size of her head. She knew they would cause her plenty of issues, some of which Button would make sure didn’t happen because of the ring, but she could think of one very good use for them now.

Button mumbled as he felt himself be moved. He was already hugging his mom, so why did he need to move? When his head was allowed to lay back down though, it was against a familiar softness, though it was utterly drenched in milk. Not that he minded. He was happy to rest his upper body on his mother’s breast, even wrapping his arms around it before giving the nipple a kiss.

And then, content with his conquest, he shut his eyes, and fell asleep with his mother, just like he had wanted for so long.

======+++++======

Button groaned as he slowly faded into consciousness. His body was stiff, probably in part to the lumpy pillow he’d fallen asleep on. Even worse, it was covered in some sort of slime, or liquid, and… Eck! He opened one eye as he pushed away from whatever he was on, only to get the odd feeling that he was falling.

Reality actually crashed back into Button as he hit the floor, having managed to roll right off of the couch him and his mother had been using as a bed. Despite the now amplified pain in his stiff muscles, he couldn’t help but smile as he thought about what he’d done earlier. Gave his mom giant tits, covered everything in her milk, and even came inside her. All in all…

Button’s eyes snapped to being as wide as dinner plates as he leapt to his feet. When he turned to look at his mother, he saw he wasn’t far off. Her tits were almost half of her body mass at this point, with milk still pouring out of them and continuing to ruin the couch. The white substance that stained a cushion and her thighs made him feel worse, as he hadn’t even thought about not cumming inside of her. Why should he have?

”My liege, it seems to me that you’re still having trouble with the… kinks of what you’re doing. Might I be of assistance?”

Button looked down at his hand, the ring glowing a faint gold as it got his attention. For a moment Button considered how, before remembering all they’d done with it already. In fact, if this were in a game, he’d probably call it a-

”Please, my lord, remember that I am helping you and that I would hope that I’ve earned a touch more respect than to be called something so demeaning.”

Button paled at the harsher tone it took, before shaking his head. It was the ring’s right to be annoyed at an accusation like that. It was changing his life like he could never have imagined before, and there was no reason to criticize it further. Besides, he had a lot of other things to take care of first. “Alright, can we start with some Fantasian style cleaning?”

”Hmph. You think a sorcerer’s apprentice has anything on me? Let me show you some real magic.”

A golden wave erupted from the ring, coating the room in its magic. Without even disturbing most of it, Button watched it restore everything, from the scratches on his console, a cracked, framed picture of his dad, and even the couch. No stains, no possible structural damage and, even his stiffness and pain vanished. Most of all, no cum soaked maiden, as instead Love Tap was cleaned up, her breasts stopped leaking, and she was even covered by a blanket to keep her warm.

Button looked down at the ring, dumbfounded. He knew it had power, but it had just altered all of reality to fix things that had happened over years of time. The ring seemed to even gloat, shooting out a small bit of its aura in his face.

Well, if it was going to be cocky, then Button supposed he could make deals with it, just like Feather and Rumble had done with it. “So, you wanna show off? Well, then I have two different things I want as permanents.”

”Your wish is my command, my lord.”

Button nodded, his smile growing. “Well, the first one is another safety precaution. Unless we really want to get one of our mares pregnant, they won’t, and you can retroactively do that too, right?”

”As easy as Super Bonk.”

Button chuckled a little at the reference to a childhood favorite of his, before straightening his back. He was being lordly, so he should do his commands as a lord should. Or, at least, do them like this because it was more entertaining to him. “And, for my second challenge, I wish for you to bestow upon my mother the ability to control the size of her tits, and their lactation, as if she were me. This is so that she may continue to live a normal life, and not be… weighed down.”

”And done. Though, despite such a generous desire, I did hold back on how giving it was so that you could override her control at any time.”

Button blinked a few times before shaking his head. Even when he was trying to be smart, the ring had him beat. He guessed that was what happened when you had Celestia-only-knows amount of years to plan what you may do for your kings.

“Speaking of which,” Button said as he noticed the setting sun outside, “I better get this to Featherweight so he can have it tomorrow. Harmony knows I don’t need it anymore today.”

The young stallion began to trot around the house, feeling a touch more normal, even mundane as he slid on some new clothes and a jacket. It was kind of nice though, as he definitely didn’t want his whole life to be as chaotic as today was. Not when he could just relax with his mother.

‘I-I want to make sure I’m not it.’

Button stopped, at the front door as his mother’s words rang in his ears. If he wanted to stay honest, he would need to go out, find others, be more like what Rumble and Feather planned. If he was honest, it excited him a great deal, but it also meant leaving his mother alone, and unsatisfied.

He looked to the ring before nodding to himself. His hands ran over something invisible in the air, molding it for what he wanted. It could grow, shrink, climax, vibrate, anything. Anything he could do, with the ability to change at her commands, just to make sure that his mother was never to be without something to at least remind her of her little colt.

And then, satisfied with it, he placed the golden dildo onto his mother’s chest. What he couldn’t see was the golden aura that added one more touch to his gift. A crest of two wings with a horn pointing forwards; the symbol of a long dead conqueror, before his mothers realized why there could never be a male alicorn.

A symbol that would make sure Love Tap never forgot that her little colt was now her lord, and she would always be his servant, no matter what.

More Than For Pictures

Featherweight took a sharp breath as he looked into the night sky, the full moon’s light illuminating the tops of some scattered clouds, his mind unable to drift away from what he was about to do. He wanted it to. He desperately wanted it to, as what he was about to do simultaneously thrilled him, and left him terrified. At that thought, Feather blinked a few times, realizing that this must be how Button felt when he went after his mother.

The pegasus turned over on the cloud that he was on, sighing as he tried to distract himself. It wasn’t like this wasn’t what she hadn’t always wanted anyways, as she was his top model, though that wasn’t really saying much. He didn’t get many mares to agree to pose and model for him normally, and only because of how long they’d been friends did she allow him to.

That’s probably why he loved her though. No matter what anypony else said about him, or what he actually did, she didn’t leave his side. No, Zipporwhill trusted him, and that meant the world to him.

“Hey, silly. What’s up?”

Featherweight leapt off of the cloud he had been laying on as the voice met his ears, and it took him a few moments to turn around. What he saw made his heart jump into his mouth, as Zipporwhill was in pretty normal clothes for her, but they still melted him for some reason. Then again, a loose, white shirt that let him ignore her diminutive chest and focus on the tight, jean shorts she wore on her plumper thighs did do well to give her a variance he hadn’t had since him and the other stallions had started their whole plan. Her face was soft and cute, highlighted by her bright green eyes behind a pair of large square frame glasses. After all the years they had known each other, she retained the adorable innocence she had when they were little...

And now he was going to corrupt and change her with the ring.

”You could look at it as helping her. Making her as beautiful as she can be, and capable of the courage she needs to be the best model in Equestria. You both want that for her, right?”

Featherweight glanced at the ring as it softly glowed and bit into his lip. The ring was right, but it’s not like they asked to take over their mare’s minds. Well, not completely, as they kept themselves, but-

His thoughts were abruptly cut off by Zipporwhill knocking against his head, and then flying in front of him. “Hey, Feather, you didn’t answer me. Is something wrong? Or,” she said with a slight blush, “are you trying to figure out how to ask me to do pervy things again?”

Feather swallowed hard, feeling as if he’d been caught red handed, even if her tone was playful. What if she would despise all of this the moment he talked about it? Then again, he thought as he looked to the ring, he could always just find out first. Zipporwhill will only tell me the truth, and won’t judge me for my questions.

”Done, my liege.”

Featherweight turned back to Zipporwhill, swallowing hard as he tried to crack a smile. Not that her cute, albeit diminutive, body made it very hard, especially when she smiled so brightly. “Well, let’s say if I was. What would you think of posing naked, or even while possibly doing something sexual?”

Zipporwhill’s cheeks turned a bright red as she sat down next to him on the cloud, now looking at the sky like he had been. “Well, I mean, I’ve let you photograph me in just my underwear, and during those shoots I had thought about offering for you to see me in… less, but…”

She glanced back at Feather, her vanilla fur framing those light green eyes perfectly, just as they always had. Her cheeks were a deep shade of crimson to contrast, and only made her look cuter as she whispered, “I could only ever do that with you, or think about being photographed…” She let out a small squeak instead of finishing, and hid her head behind her hands.

Featherweight felt like his mouth had turned into a desert from the words she’d said, the syllables floating over and over in his mind. She couldn’t be serious, right? Unless he really was as stupid as a lot of ponies tried to tell him, there was only one reason he could come up with for what she’d said.

But she had said them, and he could find out why. Featherweight cleared his throat and tried not to waver as he asked, “Zippy, d-do you love me?”

Zippy looked back up, her body shaking as the two, young adults stared at one another in the pale moonlight. It wasn’t the first time they’d been like this, but her high energy had always failed her before than. In her mind she heard something command her to. To say what she’d never been able to before. “Y-yes.”

Featherweight leaned in closer, his own body trembling as he lifted a hand up to her face. Somehow this was even harder than when he was with Cheerilee or Pinkie, and she liked him! As he cupped her cheek, a shock of something ran through him, and her small smile sent another.

And then his body felt like it had been struck by lightning as their lips met. Her’s were soft and small, cushioning his own until they opened. Both clumsily tried to play with the others tongue, wanting to get more of what they had craved for so long. The cloud began to dissipate as both let their wings spread out, their instincts trying to take over for where their brains had left off.

Feather came away from the kiss gasping for air as the two now flew in the air, supported by unconscious flapping behind both of them as they hovered. He could have stayed like this for eternity, if something in the back of his mind didn’t remind him that this could be better.

He leaned in, his eyes flashed with a golden glow as his hands slipped into her shorts as he whispered, “You’re mine.” The effect was immediate, as he could feel her body stiffen, and then relax. The tight rump that he held onto soon matched his desires, and while his lips got to taste her again, his fingers spread out over her ever expanding ass.

It was just what he had always wanted. A moment when he could enjoy the suppleness of her larger posterior that contrasted her smaller frame so well. A moment when he could revel in the joy of just holding it, feeling its softness in his hands while his fingers sunk into her flesh. Yes, this was something he had wanted for too long, and he would make sure that from now on, everypony would agree she had the best ass in Equestria.

Before her shorts could break open, they were gone, Feather’s lust beating any want for dramatics today. He hadn’t planned for a photoshoot, or even a single picture. Today was about more than his hobby. About the one thing he could possibly say he loved more, and he would not only conquer her, but pleasure her.

All thoughts the ring was perfectly happy with.

Zipporwhill still let out a slight yelp in surprise as her clothes vanished from her body, leaving her exposed in the air, just as the recently undressed Feather. A simple command from her lord helped her calm her nerves, not that the fire in her nethers didn’t help either.

She bit into her lips as she felt his hands grip into her ass. She could feel that she had to at least have put on a pound or three to have gotten the now wide hips she sported, not that she minded. “You always wanted me to be a bit… bigger, didn’t you?”

Feather smiled, pecking her lips again as one hand slipped off of her ass. He didn’t dare let go entirely, feeling her weight in his hands. They supported each other, and to let go would be a disservice to his love for her. His free hand did reach its goal though, now squeezing into a breast that fit perfectly in his hand, rather than the board it had been. “I’m merely making my perfect mare perfect to all.”

Zippy, despite losing her breath at this point as she could feel Feather’s throbbing, heated member pressing against her stomach, still managed a slight smile. “Th-that’s why you’re focusing on my ass, the part of me you never could take your eyes off of.”

A grin spread over Feather’s lips as, really, he couldn’t deny. He loved her energy, her cuteness, and the fact that she was ever accepting. But, even before he was certain he loved her, he definitely loved to watch her leave. Adding to that asset of hers was a must in his mind, and he was happy that she didn’t seem to mind. Otherwise, he might feel like just a pervert, instead of giving the mare he loved a gift she deserved.

Then again, if this was just romantic, it might feel wrong. She was a bubbly mare, similar to Pinkie, and if she had become quiet or nervous, it would be like those private shoots they had done, and not felt right. Like this…

Zipporwhill let out another yelp as Feather let go of her breast and ass, and instead hooked his arms around her legs and lifting her even higher. Now they were eye to eye, her head completely red. She was completely being supported by him now, her wings only there to take the weight off of Feather a touch. And, she knew exactly where it was going as she felt the tip of his cock slide against her winking pussy.

Feather swallowed one more time, trying to get the stupid smile on his face off as he said, “I love you.”

Zipporwhill was silent for a moment before wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as she whispered, “I love you too.”

A moan came from both as Featherweight swung his wings down in a powerful downbeat, raising him slightly while Zipporwhill slid down his body. The first part of his member thrust into her, being eagerly wrapped around by her wet folds. They were just as good and tight as Feather had always hoped, and he trembled from the pleasure.

He continued to use his wings to thrust into her, while his arms made sure to pace it out by holding her up, where he couldn’t simply go wild on her. He didn’t want to possibly hurt her by simply shoving it all in, and besides, her body grinding against him was more than enough to make the physical exertion of pulling her up worth it.

Zipporwhill moaned at the treatment, clinging to him tightly as they fucked. If anypony asked her how Featherweight knew what to do here, she couldn’t tell them, nor did she care. She just cared about being with him, and what the experience was.

And for both, it was beyond anything they’d felt before. Feather, for a moment, was baffled by this. Before, he had simply bent Cheerilee over a desk and Pinkie knew what she was doing in bed too well for him to do anything there. Back then, there had been no pain, no annoyances, nothing. Now he was giving it all, the flapping and thrusts causing his arms and thighs to burn from the exertion.

But then, he looked into those bright, green eyes of hers. The ones that begged for him to come closer. To hold her all night long, whether they were connected or not. The ones that he had always wanted to be this close to before.

This was what ponies meant by ‘making love’ instead of having sex. This was deeper, nicer, happier. All doubts and worries disappeared from his mind while he was with Zipporwhill like this.

And the ring just helped them get out how they felt faster, and let them be how they wanted to with one another faster.

The shock of the revelation caused all of Featherweight’s focus to stop. He felt his arms loosen up, letting Zipporwhill slide down every inch of him. Her eyes widened at this, and, for a moment, as her nethers wrapped and squeezed around him, the two looked at each other, before they both moaned loudly and clung to each other like never before.

The shaking, hard orgasm that flooded its way through Zipporwhill’s body ran through him, the two sharing in the pleasure of the moment. Her folds gripping tight around his stiff member, trying to milk him it for all it had, before Feather gave her what her body wanted, pouring his cum deep within her as she screamed to the cosmos.

And then, it was done, and the two lazily fell onto a cloud, crashing safely into it. Feather was breathing heavily, his head spinning from the climax. Not that he needed to think of course. He could just hold his mare and let the world fade away.

Zipporwhill was the one to break the quiet, whispering in his ears, “So, what’s next?”

Featherweight blinked at the question, confused by it. There wasn’t anything else that he could think of. Zippy was the most beautiful mare in Equestria now, especially to him, they had slept together, and his life was complete. Or… was it? Something did nag at the back of his skull, trying to tell him something, even if he couldn’t quite grab it.

Zipporwhill shook her head as she snuggled into the crook of his arm. With her eyes closed like this, Featherweight couldn’t see the gold tint in her eyes. “I mean about you and your pictures, silly. I know you always wanted to take more.. explicit pictures, and,” she paused to squeeze him tighter, “I thought I would let you know, you have permission for anything you deem ‘necessary’ for those pictures.”

Featherweight’s cheeks turned a bright crimson at the mention of his pictures, and his plans did come back. Plans to make a mature magazine, to take pictures of naked mares, especially those that showed them after sex, and how he would be happy to be their mate before, or after their shoot.

He glanced at the mare in his arms, realizing what that meant. He had a mare that he loved, but if he were to do all that he had planned with the ring…

Then again, he thought as he looked to the glowing ring on his finger, he had permission, and there was no reason for him not to indulge in the privileges of a king. That didn’t mean that he could simply forget his queen though.

His hand slipped up her back, gently stroking through her hair as he whispered, “You’ll always beat all of them, and when I come home, we’ll make love, instead of just sex. Understand?”

Zipporwhill smiled back at him, and, instead of bothering with a reply, simply snuggled back into him, her breathing quickly becoming soft and smooth. Feather quickly followed her example, ideas of who he might need for music, costumes, and more floating in his mind.

Author's Note

In case you missed it, we got a pretty new cover art for the story! Hope you like it.

A Late Night Power Trip

Rumble blinked in the darkness of his room. It was the middle of the night, with Featherweight having shown up earlier today with the ring. The ring that had been glowing through the late hours, illuminating the dark ever so slightly.

His eyes drifted slowly to it, staring at the powerful artifact. Whether it was the ring’s fault, or his own active mind keeping him up, he couldn’t tell, but he did feel it beckon. Calling him to converse with the spirit within.

“Oh, keep going Thunder!”

Rumble’s eye twitched at the yell, his teeth grinding at the sounds of his brother and his little whore.

”You don’t like calling her that. You know Flitter doesn’t know any better, and her sister would stop anything bad from happening to her.”

“It doesn’t make it…” Rumble stopped, swinging his legs over the side of his bed as he stared at the ring. “You can talk to me without being on me?”

”Always, but I usually reserve it for more important occasions. I was trying to help still your mind before now, but I feel like that isn’t going to work now.”

“No… no it’s not.” Rumble frowned for a moment, still able to hear Flitter and Thunderlane through the thin walls of the house. It was infuriating, even if it had once led to the awkward morning that him and Cloudchaser had spent together and the loss of his virginity. Even then, it was as a way to apologize for the fact that Flitter liked Thunderlane rather than anything else.

Rumble laid his hand next to the ring, his pointer finger tapping on it as he asked, “How long before those two are done?”

”I can make it about ten seconds if you’d like, my king.

Rumble grinned, able to hear the chuckle in the spirit’s voice. “Then make it so, and have Flitter come downstairs when my brother is asleep. It’s time we got rid of her infatuation with him.”

Of course, your highness. And Cloudchaser, who sleeps on the couch?”

Rumble slipped quietly out of his room, smirking as he heard Thunderlane bluster about how he usually lasts much longer, and never has these sorts of issues, a set of lines all too pleasing to the young stallion’s ears. He then brought the ring up to his mouth, whispering, “Wake her up. She pleased me last time, but this time I’ll make her cry out in joy.”

He slowly crept down the stairs, his eyes adjusting to the near pitch black darkness that permeated the room. Rumble knew his house well enough to not knock anything down, but with three couches, it might be hard to just breeze over to where his lover was. At least, until he saw a flare of golden energy from one, and a figure began to move. “Evening, Cloud.”

The mare blinked, her wild, out of control mane all the more so from how she’d been sleeping. The blanket she’d had on covered her lower half, and only a silk, white bra covered her average bust. Still, she covered her chest while a soft smile crossed her lips. “Hey, Rumble. What brings you down here?”

Rumble slid onto the couch, hovering over her as his confidence bolstered, especially from the creaks that he heard coming down the stairs. “I’m here to do what we were only supposed to once, and to make it so that if you ever come here again, it will be for a cock that actually cares about you, instead of one who couldn’t drug who he actually wanted.”

Cloudchaser giggled for a moment, before patting his cheek. “That’s sweet, but I said only o-Ah!” Her eyes turned to where Rumble’s hand slid under her bra, rubbing her breast tenderly as he also nibbled on her neck. “Rumble, wh-what are you doing?”

Rumble smiled softly, cupping her face with his freehand as he whispered, “I couldn’t do anything before. I couldn’t please you, make you feel special like you deserve to feel, and,” he leaned closer, pecking her ear, “you’re my first, so how can I say no to making you mine?”

Cloudchaser’s face turned bright red as the ring’s energy took a firm hold over her. There was no chance of her saying no, but the mare’s reluctance to do what he wanted kept her from saying yes. At least, until they heard: “May I have that offer too?”

Both turned to the naked pegasus standing over them. Flitter looked tired, her legs still covered in the juices she’d accumulated earlier, but she was also rubbing her hips, flaring Rumble’s anger back to life. Of course his brother would fuck her just as rough as Rainbow. In fact, instead of just sitting here-

”My liege, he can wait. He is but one threat to these mares, and you can make it so none of those threats will reach these two, while giving them the comfort they need. Besides, you are a king. What you would do now is normal, mundane. Kings are grand and powerful, making gestures that his subjects will never forget. Do so now with them, and wait for when you can do so to him.”

Rumble slowly let the fist that he didn’t realize he’d made uncurl, before using the same hand to beckon Flitter closer. “Yes, of course you may. My words mean just as much for you as they do for Cloudchaser.”

She smiled, kneeling before him, one hand on her sister’s shoulder, the other on his. He leaned forward, his own lips brushing against Flitter’s in a brief, but tender kiss. The ring flared back to life, but said nothing, even as Rumble eyed it.

Not that he minded the surprise that came next. Flitter went from his lips, seeking gentle comfort, to her sister’s. Both wrapped their arms around each other, moaning as their embrace grew much deeper than it had been with Rumble. Their breasts squeezed together, the two well endowed pegasi already looking great like this. But, they could look better, and with one thought Rumble made it so.

Cloudchaser came away from her sister, the tones of her bra’s strain against her chest coming in below her gasps as she held Flitter’s hands. “Y-You know that, well, I mean, Rumble’s here, and-”

Flitter let out a small giggle as she kissed Cloudchaser again, cutting off any further protest. The younger mare’s hands slipped underneath her sister’s bra, causing the clasp to snap as she squeezed into the soft mounds. They were more than happy to yield to her touch though, and Flitter came only a centimeter away from her sister when the kiss was over. “Why should we be afraid of our liege seeing how we truly are?”

Cloudchaser bit into her lip as she leaned away. Her own hands covered her sister’s breasts, feeling as they grew, spreading her fingertips over the soft flesh, and letting them sink deeper into them. She could feel the same added girth to her own, and knew she was no longer just average in bust, something she knew would make her liege happy, but…

She looked at Rumbled, who was standing over them. “Do… Do you mind this side of us?”

Rumble bent over, one hand caressing her cheek as the other one stroked his hard member. “I would only mind if I were not able to join, but you won’t tell me that, will you?”

Cloudchase grinned, her eyes glowing bright with golden energy before she leaned in. Her tongue flashed out, briefly brushing against the side of his shaft, before she hummed to herself. “I do suppose I can stomach you, at least for a while, my liege. How about you, Flitter?”

The younger mare blushed a bit at the prompting, but a flash of golden energy caused her to smile as well, and she crawled forward on her knees, kissing the side of his throbbing dick, before sucking on it for just a few moments. “I can’t think of anything more that I could desire.”

Rumble sat down on the couch, and, for a moment, just admired what he had. Two mares, both of whom had been through far too much with his brother, and now, they were his. They were happy.

”Just as you always wanted, my liege. Just as we’ve always wanted.”

Yes. Just like we’ve always wanted. He gently stroked the side of Flitter’s face as she nuzzled against his thigh. He could feel her large chest against his thigh, finally filled out to that of a supermodel’s bust. He would enjoy that soon, but first, he thought he would start simple. “Now, since we’ll be together, why don’t you both work together to please me?”

They both let out a small giggle, before, with Cloudchaser rolling her eyes and Flitter blushing, they said, “Yes, my king.”

Despite her blush, Flitter was the first to move, nestling herself in between his thighs. Her hot breath beat against the underside of his shaft, her hands gently rubbing his thighs. Her nose gently brushed against the side of his thick member, her words bringing her lips against it next. “It’s so… big.”

Cloudchaser laid down on the couch, one hand on the side of his cock to keep it pointed up, the other stuck firmly between her thighs. Rumble raised an eyebrow as he saw her fingers beginning to circle her nethers, teasing the folds, he realized that, like this, he was the only one being pleased.

He shut his eyes, considering how to put the command to the ring as he felt Cloudchaser’s lips against his shaft. Along every inch, she let her tongue flick out, teasing him with what she could do. “Bigger than his brother at least.”

He smirked at the remark, patting Cloudchaser on the head as he let his command go. Both mares perked up from suddenly feeling in their nethers what he did in his own groin. It was to let them share in his pleasure, and to allow them to enjoy the other’s efforts. “Is that a challenge?”

Cloudchaser smirked, her free hand rubbing against his shaft, playfully stroking it as Flitter’s nuzzling went into his testicles. Her tongue finally came all the way out, running itself along his tip, teasing it with every bump and curve it made. “Shertai’ly ‘ot”

Rumble chuckled a little bit, before it quickly turned into a slightly forced grunt. Flitter had stopped simply teasing him at this point, her mouth opening wide in order accompany one of his swollen testicles into her mouth. There, she sucked on it, stroked it with her tongue, coiling it around the nut and squeezing it light enough to be pleasant, and kept it stoked with the warmth of her maw.

Cloudchaser on the other hand was just beginning to enclose his tip with her own mouth. She was still enjoying being playful with her tongue, but her hands betrayed her true desires. The one in between her thighs was quite loud at this point, slapping against her thighs as she fervently tried to find her own climax. Her other hand swiftly stroked Rumble’s shaft, gliding and grinding against it franticly, all in an eagerness to rush it all.

Rumble wasn’t all that against moving onto more exciting ideas, but the fact that Cloudchaser was so intent on her own pleasure, and thus holding back on him, was not quite so acceptable. He gently placed a hand on the back of her head, feeling her freeze for a moment, before the mare’s whole body relaxed. Given permission like this, he smirked one more time, before pushing her down.

A loud grunt escaped Rumble as she let out a slight, startled choke. He wasn’t forcing her all the way down yet, but her throat was tight against his shaft already, and he could only imagine how going deeper would feel. He slowly pulled her back up, before pushing her back down.

Deeper and deeper he had her go, his cock trembling more and more from the tight, wet, throat he had. The tongue inside of it flicked and ground against him, adding a certain variety to the experience that he may have otherwise lacked, and getting him to grunt louder as his nethers tightened, readying for his release.

Rumble let go of her hair, being quiet as he watched Cloudchaser go all the way down. Inch by inch, her tight throat coiled around him, until she finally got to his base. His body shook as he no longer held back his desires, and he could feel as her throat pushed it up every centimeter along the way.

Cloudchaser’s eyes widened as she got to the tip of his cock, her eyes widening as her cheeks bulged. She swallowed once, but Rumble could tell it wouldn’t be enough, pulling her away from his throbbing member. Thick ropes of cum flung out from him, splattering themselves over Cloudchaser’s chest

Flitter mewled for a moment, bringing Rumble’s attention to her. While he had been focused on how good Cloud’s throat felt, he shouldn’t neglect her part in all of this. He tilted his still hard cock down, tapping her nose with his tip as he cooed, “Here you go, my pet.”

A squeal escaped Flitter’s lips as she clapped her hands. Her elation quickly switched to lust, and her lips eagerly wrapped around his tip. Unlike her sister, she didn’t hesitate on going deep with him, going inch by inch, moaning every second along the way. Rumble sighed, leaning back, enjoying the treatment, and imagining how it must taste, his semen mixed with her sister’s spit.

And that gave him an idea as he glanced over to the large, cum covered chest of Cloudchaser. A very good idea.

He reached over, cupping one of Cloudchaser’s breasts in his hand, barely being able to curl his fingers all the way around with its size. “Say, I do believe you didn’t come with me.”

Both of the mare’s faces lit up at the mention of their own, stoked arousals. They glanced at each other, before Cloudchaser looked down. “It… It’s wonderful to share in your pleasure. To feel the heat you’re experiencing in my own nethers, but, you know, mares need a bit m-Ah!”

Rumble chuckled as he grinded against his sensitive slut’s nipple. “That wasn’t something I had thought about. Not properly at least. Though, tell me, would your chest grinding against your sister’s do the job?”

Both mares glanced at each other, before they said, together, “Definitely.”

Flitter hopped to his open side, laying down onto the couch herself, her legs dangling off her side. Her large breasts laid on his thigh, pressed hard against his firm muscle while her tongue touched against another hard muscle. Rumble grinned at the feeling of her tongue against his cock again, petting her head as he whispered, “You just love my cock, don’t you?”

Flitter slowly nodded, letting her tongue slide along his shaft as she worked. He suspected that she might just give him another blowjob had it not been for Cloudchaser. She suddenly put her breasts on top of her sister’s head, smothering her and his tip, smearing Rumble’s cum onto both. “Now, Flitter, we have orders from our king. We can freestyle later.”

A chuckle escaped the younger mare, who ducked out from under her sister’s chest, before she pulled herself closer to Cloudchaser. She leaned in and brought her lips against Cloud’s, humming as she pushed her tongue deep into her sister’s throat.

While both mares lips were locked in a passionate embrace, they dug their hands into their breasts, rubbing them against each other and Rumble’s shaft. An unconscious mental command from rumble caused their breasts to expand again as they enveloped his cock. The pleasure they felt from from their massive mammaries and the shared sensations of four massive tits against their king’s scepter was indescribable. Their nethers leaking like faucets, staining the couch with their overwhelming arousal.

Rumble groaned, enjoying what he had for a moment. Two voluptuous mares who were willing to do anything for him, both of which would piss off Thunderlane to lose, a ring to let him do more… He sighed, leaning back, a smile on his lips as he felt there warm, soft flesh against him. There bosoms were tight against each other, in part due to the nature of their embrace. He was in no rush though, and simply wanted to enjoy the give of their breasts.

”It’s good to be the king, isn’t it, my liege?”

I don’t think I could think of anything better.

“Well, if your vassal may suggest, with how much they like to taste your cock, perhaps you should let it join their kiss?”

Rumble opened his eyes, staring at the two mares. They split apart to catch their breath, their shared spit dripping down into the canyons of their cleavage, before embracing with zeal. Their chests ground against his cock, rubbing every inch of it with their soft, yielding flesh. Every movement, every shift, every nudge of their fingers led to their breasts to push against him. His cock was already throbbing at this, probably painting their cleavages with his precum.

But it was against every inch of him. Over their chests were only their lips. He could see them swapping spit, while their tongues traced one another. The ring was right. He did want to be a part of his consort’s kissing. Petting their heads, signaling them to break their kiss, rumble spoke, “You have been such excellent attendants. I might reward you both, if you think you can handle a real stallion.”

A golden light lit up Rumble’s eyes, just before Flitter and Cloudchaser gasped. In Between them was Rumble’s cock, but almost doubled in thickness and length. Around it was what looked like a golden, shimmering band, the same color as the ring’s magic, and the same color as the mare’s eyes.

Cloud leaned forward kissing his shaft, her breath hot against it as her body trembled. “My… My king’s cock. The cock I should have always worshipped. The fact that I had only been with it once before now… I am ashamed of myself.”

Flitter sucked on his tip hard, her tongue coiling around it. She moaned loudly, her body shaking as she was brought to the brink of orgasm just by touching him like this. She came away with a loud pop, tears at the edges of her eyes. “No, sister, do not feel bad. At least you had been with him. I… I have been blind, just like so many mares. You’ll teach them what’s right, right my king?”

Rumble winced. This felt amazing. Both girls were squeezing their breasts tight against his massive member, their breasts growing to be of the sort that can truly handle his now monster of a cock. His pleasure had also come to a new level, even though he felt like he could control every impulse in his body.

He was unlimited in his power and control, but his head felt like it was about to split in two as a new voice came into his head. Not a butler, or advisor.

”It chose well with you. Continue on this path, continue to care, and this power will always be yours. Understand, vassal?”

My… My head…

“Are you really going to disappoint me now? Are you not the king that I was?”

Rumble shut his eyes, his blood boiling at the taunt. He Is a king, not the small colt that everypony else had always seen him as. Thunderlane was beneath him now, not the other way around like always.

He opened his eyes, but they were the same color as they always were, just with an aura over them. Looking at his mares though, flecks of the deep, rich color was added to his eyes. “I will. I will protect them all, and make them under those who deserve them. Those who will treat them right. At least, once they prove themselves deserving.”

He turned both of their heads to his tip, his voice thick with authority and regality. “Now that you’ve apologized for your ignorance, show your fealty with one last kiss. Understand?”

Both smiled softly, before they moved forward. Their lips were soft against his tip, teasing it, before both opened up. Their shared breath was only a precursor to the heat of their tongues, the two sister’s coiling them around him, while their gigantic breasts encircled his shaft. Rumble let out a soft moan as felt his cock trembling.

And he was unconscious before the two were coated in his cum, collapsing onto the back of the couch. Both mares began to scream, before the ring exploded in golden energy.

And, for one moment, all was still. Golden dust covered everything, before slowly retreating and letting it’\s effects take place. Flitter was pulled away from her sister, teleported back upstairs to the usurper’s room. In the morning, he would get to look at her heavier, and, more importantly, clean breasts, before he would get punched like he deserved.

Cloudchaser’s bra grew the multiple sizes it needed to fit her massive chest, along with the rest of her clothes expanding to fit the new mold of her royal body. Laid to rest on the bed, now covered, she was left to sleep peacefully, the cum on her gone as well.

And finally, Rumble. The dust had now formed into a being that stood twice the size of any other stallion. It was staring down at the small vassal of his and considering. It had resisted against the power. Tapped into a power never meant to surface again.

A power that had every alicorn in Equestria shaking in their beds as they couldn’t breathe.

It reached down, picking up Rumble and slowly taking him back to his bed. The stallion was back to his ‘regular’ size before he had gained his newest enhancements, which was probably for the best. He wasn’t strong enough to protect any mare who tried to actually fuck that thing.

The being laid him down onto the bed, before picking up the ring from his hand. It flared to life, shining like the sun. It smiled at the ring, stroking a finger along the band as it decided that the stallion, as small as he was, deserved at least a chance. Besides, he had already succeeded in his first test, so it would simply be unfair to immediately fail him on the second.

The being placed the ring beside Rumble, on his bedside table, before it leaned down to whisper in the stallion’s ear. “When ruling, one must know how to properly punish. How to break. It must also be countered with gentleness, and restraint, lest you go too far.”

And then, time restarted, the dust flooding into the band of the ring. It was no longer solid gold, but instead made of some clear substance. Within, it showed the golden magic, as always, but swirling with flecks of pure gold floating within the magical aether, just like Rumble’s eyes.

Author's Note

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Elegance and Grace

Rumble stretched himself out in the midday sun. He didn’t quite remember when he went to bed last night, but he was trying not to think about it. It only made his head hurt more when he tried to see what happened after he came in Cloud Chaser’s mouth.

Of course, if there was something to warn him that something was up, it was the ring telling him that everything was fine. He knew that he should just trust the ring, especially after all it’d already done, including wake him up in time to see Thunderlane get smacked, but he just couldn’t shake the feeling that it was too powerful.

He shook his head, gritting his teeth as he walked up Button’s driveway. It wasn’t important, so he should push it away. At least until he was done with everything else.

Rumble knocked on the front door, rubbing his eyes as he finally banished the worries to the back of his mind. He just had to give the ring to Button, and then he wouldn’t have to worry about it for two days. He could just focus on Cloud Chaser and Flitter. The thought was nice. Just taking a day or two to enjoy his acquisitions.

”One of the perks of being a king.”

“Yep.” Rumble looked up, admiring the sun as he continued to take deep breath after breath. He was overthinking everything. The ring let him live out his fantasies and set things right. It should be celebrated, enjoyed…

He let out a sigh, looking back at the door. Button was never very good about answering the door, and he had sometimes been forced to stand outside for tens of minutes before someone would answer. Then again, he could just let himself in…

Rumble whistled to himself as he walked into the house. Now that he was inside though, he could hear the moans and groans that came from up above. Rumble blinked a few times, staring at the upper level, before looking at his ring. “It sounds like he’s still enjoying himself.”

”Should we come back later?

Rumble looked back up. He could go up and join them, or go up to ruin Button’s fun, but he didn’t really feel like doing that, especially with how tired he was. Besides, his friend should have known he was coming today to give him the ring. No, Button could wait if he was going to keep being pre-occupied like this.

That, and he’d rather deal with it when he didn’t want to just pass back out. Better yet, maybe Feather could even deal with it next. Yeah, that sounded nice.

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Feather slowly opened the door to Carousel Boutique, swallowing hard as he reviewed his plan. Sure, there was no need to worry, as the ring made sure that anything he did he would get away with, but it still seemed so weird. It didn’t help of course that he didn’t plan to do this for another day or two at minimum, but he liked Rumble’s thinking. Button was happy and just getting more. The two of them were actually building to something.

He glanced around, rubbing the ring with his other hand. The Boutique bell rang, so Rarity would be there pretty soon. Would she be upset by his questions, even under his control? It’s not like Rarity’s thoughts on decency and the like weren’t deeply ingrained in her enough to make it a problem.

He glanced up as he heard a door close, and watched as the mare he desired walked down the steps. Rarity had what most stallions would call a perfect body. Tits as big as her head that freely swung, even in her white button up shirt, a smooth stomach, devoid of any extra muscle or fat, and then her hips, oh her hips! Feather couldn’t recall how many times he had watched that half of her body sway back and forth.

He raised a hand, for a moment considering letting her breasts sway more by removing her bra, before stopping. Its removal could be so much better if he waited. Besides, he wasn’t just there to fuck her. He was there to see if she would be up to what he desired.

Feather smiled, standing up straight as Rarity smiled back at him. At the foot of the stairs, she curtsied to him, not shaking for a moment, despite how deeply she bent her legs to him. “Well, my liege, what a pleasant surprise. What brings you by my magnificent shop today?”

For a moment, Feather was stunned. He had expected a normal hello, or something like that, before he looked closer at who he was thinking about. In fact, almost to prove his point, Rarity walked past him now, gesturing to a suit she must have made recently. “Do you need something, or,” she said with a chuckle, “someone for an event soon?”

Feather shook his head, grinning to himself. Absolutely loyal to royalty, even if she still had her own spark of passion. Good. “Well, not quite. You see, I am planning something big, but I don’t need dresses or suits for it. Instead…” Feather bit into his lip, still afraid he might get smacked for this, but… “I need underwear. Lingerie to be specific.”

Rarity blinked a few times, before a hint of playfulness touched the corner of her smile. “But of course, sir. Boxers, briefs, even thongs are all things I can do. Though,” she said, lowering her yoga pants a bit, showing off the band of her silk, intricately patterned panties, “I’m guessing you want something special.”

Feather blinked a few times, trying to grasp just how this was going. She was already polite, she was being playful, and she already was willing to just freely talk about even her underwear. For a moment, he paled, thinking he might have another Pinkie on his hands, before he noticed the slight red on her cheeks. She was willing to do all of this, and even tease him, but it was still ‘improper’.

He stepped forward, looking at the panties she wore. He could tell that they were probably meant for an Autumn themed set, as the pattern seemed to be that of branches and leaves, over what was a thinner, almost sheer material. “Not entirely. These look good for basic pictures, though, admittedly, things like corsets, or themed outfits, would be good too.”

Rarity blushed a touch brighter before she stepped towards the back of the boutique. “Well, um, I have a couple such ideas, and even outfits, but I’ve never done a lot for such lines. Just some… needier nights of mine that caused me to make them.”

Feather furrowed his brow for a moment, following Rarity to a small side room. It was more of a small walk in closet, he realized as they walked in, and his eyes slowly widened as he looked at the clothes within.

None of it was for males, and, just from the sizes of everything, it was all perfectly sized for Rarity to wear. The outfits ranged from simply different colors, to whole outfits that required corsets, stockings, and extra pieces. All in all, it was a perfect start.

He looked over to Rarity and frowned. Feather had expected her to look happy, especially from his awed reaction, but instead she looked nervous and twitchy. Why would she be like that?

”You can always ask.”

That’s a… good point. Feather turned to Rarity, currently looking at a nature themed outfit that looked like it could lead to a nymph sort of look. “What caused you to make these? And why didn’t I know about this side of your shop before?”

Rarity took a deep breath in, looking him dead in the eyes, before her head dropped, and she let out a long, deep sigh. “Well, my liege, if you absolutely must know,” she paused for a moment, staring at him, but didn’t get the stop she’d hoped. “I make them usually after break ups, and then I’m too ashamed to sell them. I’ll wear them, but that’s… that’s it.”

Feather stepped in front of her, his hands on his hips. “I don’t buy it.”

Rarity blinked a few times, the gold at the edges of her eyes actually fading for a moment as she frowned. “What do you mean? I would know better than anypony else.”

He shook his head, holding up his camera. “Tell me, completely honestly, what you thought when you first heard that I kept trying to take naughty photos of mares?”

Rarity almost rolled her eyes, before the magic made sure she showed him at least a little more respect. “I thought you were lucky to be following your pass-” She stopped, her hands slapping to cover her mouth. It was way too late though.

Feather leaned against one of the walls. “Rarity, I got smacked so many times for what I wanted to do because I was a horny idiot, and let that blind me. These,” he said as he gestured to one of her outfits, “are the product of an artisan showing off her skills. Are you really ashamed of that?”

Rarity opened her mouth, before pausing, and closing it back up, afraid of what she might say. Feather raised an eyebrow, before shaking his head. “You know what, I’ll leave it up to you. I can find other seamstresses who can express this better. Come out with your reply, and then I’ll leave. How does that sound?”

Rarity smiled a little. “It doesn’t sound like the same sort of pervert who made a bad disguise to try to take pictures in the mare’s hot spring.”

Feather stepped out of the room, saying “I don’t need to anymore to make what I want,” as he closed the door.

He took a sharp breath, his heart sinking as he walked over to one of the benches. He didn’t actually entirely know what he was going to do if this was too hard on her. It was made even worse by having seen her talent with such clothes, as now he knew he needed her to be his costume designer. But… he also respected her too much to just make her, so he would wait and see.

And see he did. Rarity walked out confident. No blush, no fear, no embarrassment. She was a model, and this was her outfit, just like every piece of clothing in her boutique was. And, from Feather’s expression, her liege thought quite highly of this piece.

She swayed her hips as she stepped forward, the light blue, lace chains that made up her skirt swayed and jingled. Gems connected the different pieces of lace, helping them extend halfway down her thigh. Nothing else covered her lower half though, her trimmed, purple hairs getting brushed by the light fabric.

Rarity slowly turned herself around, her hips being the last to follow. When they did, her toned thighs swung all the way to her other side. The skirt followed, almost playing music as the jems jingled, just as they’d been designed for. Rarity glanced over her shoulder, smiling as her hands slid up her rump.

Her body turned back to him, more emphasis on the wide arc that her top half made as she stepped closer to him. Feather’s jaw stayed firmly on the ground as her chest swung forward, unburdened by almost anything. What little did cover her teased her nipples, as they, and everything above them, were covered in light blue cloth, just dark enough to not hide what was underneath.

She then took a bow, putting her chest right into Feather’s face. He could smell a light scent of vanilla from her as his breath came against her chest. He leaned in, pecking one of the soft mounds, and feeling a tremble of arousal run through him as her melodic hum pierced the air.

She then lowered herself more, smiling at him as they met eyes. “Does this please my liege?”

Feather swallowed hard, before his eyes fluttered open and shut, just like the shutter of a camera. “It does, but can you stand back up so I can capture it?”

She did just so, putting her hands over her head as she continued to sway her body. It wasn’t just back and forth, or side to side. No, Rarity showed that she knew every part of belly dancing as she caused her body to come up and down, making her bosom jump ever so nicely. No part of her didn’t move like it was a wave of water, undulating and shaking all the way until she was back into the small side room.

Feather blinked a few times, finally being able to actually comprehend what had just happened. Or, better yet, comprehend what was to come. He was being given a private show by Rarity, and would be able to see all that she could do.

He loved it, and raised his camera to get ready. Before he did that though, just to make sure it didn’t start to hurt, his undid his pants, and pulled out his cock. It was already rock hard, but he thought of that as a good thing. She was already on board, so sooner or later she was gonna have to drink his cum anyways. Best he be ready for when that moment came.

He doubted her next outfit would be that chance though, as she slowly stepped out of the closet. This time, she wasn’t nearly as confident as before, but instead wrapping an arm over her chest as she stepped out. Of course, it was more to accentuate them, especially as her arm pressed on them, squeezing them against her letting the luscious mounds spill out over her arm.

He stole a picture before she could take her arm away, now standing tall and with a cute, small smile. Now he could appreciate the black bra that held her bosom in. It actually wrapped around most of her chest, except for the middle. She had an adorable cleavage window there, in the shape of a cat’s head. Then again why wouldn’t she, when she had cat ears, and matching underwear.

It was much simpler than the last outfit, admittedly, but that was possibly the genius of choosing it. He had already seen that the complex worked for Rarity, but this was bare bones. Just enough to have a fantasy with it, but not requiring it, or push a newcomer to naughtier play out of their comfort zone.

Rarity didn’t really have that sort of comfort zone, dropping to all fours. Instead of crawling over to him, her chest swaying side to side, she caught him off guard. One of her legs came up, way above her head. The other was tucked underneath her, but she showed no signs of discomfort because of it.

Feather got up, coming closer to get a few different angles of her like this. Rarity seemingly ignored him, instead focusing on her long, toned leg. Just like her stomach, it was without any excess, and led to her perfect, round thighs. Her tongue came out, reaching out to her leg, before she began to gently lick against her fur. All the while, a soft, almost inaudible purr filled the air, and Feather’s cock trembled, just imagining what those vibrations would feel like.

When she pulled her mouth away, Rarity pouted, staring at his throbbing member. “I do hope that you’re not already done with my performance. I had a few more I wanted to try.”

Feather leapt away from her, as if he thought his presence would stop her. “Oh, by no means! I’ll wait until you’re done with your show to take care of this.”

A sly smile crossed Rarity’s lips as she stood back up, her tail flicking back and forth behind her as she glanced at her wardrobe. “Oh, I bet I can do more than just that. Give me one second first.”

“Of course.” Feather grinned at the soon to be closed door, his body shaking in anticipation. She’d done elaborate, simple, but would come next? Would it be a splash of evil? Or would she try one that gave a feeling of faux innocence? All Feather knew was that he had chosen the correct mare a hundred times over already for the projects in his mind.

The door slammed open behind him, smacking him on the rump as he continued to think and sending him sprawling across the room. Feather skidded across the hardwood, groaning as he heard heavy hoofsteps stomp closer to him. “What do you think you’re doing in the presence of a princess?”

Feather slowly picked himself up, groaning as he rubbed his thigh. Looking up though, his hand darted to his camera, which only now was losing the golden aura around it that had protected the valuable piece of equipment. “Well, I was seeing if maybe you deserved that title. I’m not sure still.”

Rarity scoffed at the thought, putting a hand onto her chest. This time, from any other angle, she was covered about as well as her last outfit. However, from below, the fur trimmed wrap around on her chest let him admire her glorious underboob as it shook and bounced.

Even better was her bottom. It was a similarly trimmed skirt, stopping about mid thigh. Once more, while sexy, it would cover quite well. Rarity was standing over him though, and her soft pink lips were on full display to his camera, even winking as her legs trembled. “I mean, you’re far too naughty to be royalty, wouldn’t you agree?”

Rarity hummed at the idea, stepping away as she did so. Her hips swayed with her tone, almost captivating Feather to just watch that perfect pillow of an ass move. Almost.

No, instead, Feather could feel saliva building in his mouth as Rarity’s magic traveled upwards from her hooves. With each part it covered, it left a dark blue, latex covering. When it met her thighs, large, beautiful diamonds came against them. However, the Mare’s naughty nethers were left on full display, as an unzipped zipper had formed around her dripping marehood.

Rarity winked at him as she put her arms behind her, pretending to stretch herself out. Instead, her magic clung to them, slapping on long gloves that came to meet up to her shoulders. From the zippers there, Feather assumed that this was an optional part of the Radiance outfit. All the better, as the gloves ended up being joined together at the end, forcing the arms together in the exact position she was in now.

Feather came up, running his hand along Rarity’s ass as the outfit traveled over her chest. Similar zippers as to what was supposed to cover her pussy were around Rarity’s expansive bosom, right over her nipples. But, with closer inspection, Feather realized that when they were closed, the fabric would fold over them. That way, it could technically be worn in public.

On the other hand, as Feather slapped Rarity on her round rump, he doubted it’d still be appropriate. The latex hugged every other inch of her, and he bet, if they were covered that her nipples would almost be poking through the fabric. That said nothing about how the latex would snug right into her crotch, teasing her with every uncomfortable step. He bet in about a half dozen steps, anypony would be able to see her sopping wet thighs that betrayed the fact that she wore no underwear, something that would be impossible in this.

As the costume finished coming onto her, Rarity turned around, panting as her body shook and trembled. It let him see that she even wore the large, slightly silly, blue mask that Radiance did too. She swallowed hard, her tongue sticking out ever so slightly as she whimpered, “Please, evildoer, no one’s this evil right? To take a mare when she’s so helpless?”

Rarity’s hips helped assuage any possibility of her not wanting this as she backed herself up against his rock hard cock. It twitched and spasmed from the kiss of her warm, wet nethers, quickly soaking half of it in her juices, something that his camera’s flash let be seen quite well. He then grabbed her flank, pressing his hips against her, sliding every inch of his member against her, but not putting it in. It brought the cutest moans from her. “Come now, Radiance, I can tell this is what you truly were meant for. Being a little slut in an equally naughty outfit.”

Rarity panted harder, barely holding herself up on her quivering legs. Her tongue was completely out, reaching out for a cock to suck that she couldn’t find. “Please, my liege, show me how much I want it. How happy I would be as a little cunt for your pleasure. Just, please, stop teasing me!”

Feather smiled as he backed his hips up. “I suppose, since you asked so nicely…”

His hips slammed forward, and Rarity screamed to the heavens as her body tensed up. Every inch of her tightened up, including the slick folds around Feather. It was like a vice, but the most pleasant, warm vice in the world. It was also terrifyingly skilled, as, in her orgasm, it rippled, always pulling him in more, starting at his base and clenching it all the way up.

Feather’s eye twitched, having been ready in no way for just how much of Rarity’s lust would suddenly be on him. It didn’t help that, what few thrusts he did get in, each brought more moans and screams from Rarity. Like this, the mare seemed almost possessed, in a state of constant ecstasy that was unlike any that he’d ever experienced in his life.

When he slammed in the fourth time, it was simply too much, and his hands gripped into her ass as tightly as he could. In turn, his balls tensed up, before pushing every drop of their load forward in a geyser for the mare that was on him. Even this seemed to turn her into mush, as she somehow reached an even higher frequency with her screams, until, as the last drops of his seed flooded her womb. As Feather collapsed onto the ground, glass could be heard cracking.

Rarity, after years of practice with heels, secret fucking, and simple discipline, did not fall, despite how unsteady her legs were. Instead, she wobbled her way to one of the walls falling against it as she finally caught her breath.

This had been nothing like what she’d done before. Not only was Feather quite gifted down there, but her body craved him. No, not him. His approval. He was her king, and she was always one who wanted to please the royalty she looked up to. So, to have him so greedily fuck her… it was euphoria to her.

But, on the other hoof, he’d only cum once…

Feather blinked as he heard a door close, his head still spinning from what had happened. He added a mental note to himself that he would want to practice with Zipperwhill some more before he tried fucking Rarity again, because, like the other older mares he’d had the pleasure to try, they simply outpaced him by leagues.

Still, all in all, it had been a success. Rarity had shown the she was more than capable of making any outfit he wanted, and even could play the roles that could go with them. He would let her do her own thing now, with maybe a nudge here and there, and reap the benefits of having an actual designer do the work, instead of a pervert.

Feather let out another sigh of contentment. Yeah, this was a good step in the right direction, while also a good lesson moving forward. At least, on the sexual side. The thought made him chuckle, though it also made him hope that this wasn’t all the two would be capable of doing. If there was one mare he wanted to be taught how to do business by, it was Rarity, and if she just lost her mind around him, that wasn’t going to work.

That was about the time when the door that had been shut earlier opened, and a scarf wrapped itself over Feather’s eyes. He let out a small cry, but Rarity’s voice stopped him from doing more.

“Don’t worry. It’s just to help with my final surprise. I hope you’ll enjoy it, and, well... “ Rarity’s sharp breath was close against his ear as she helped Feather up. “I hope it will remind you that, even if I’m being sexual, I can be elegant to. That there’s more to my appeal than just tits and ass, though they are quite nice.”

Feather smiled at the words as he nodded, following her gentle pushed to where he was set in a chair. Rarity’s hooves went away from him now, before he heard, “Now, open your eyes, and, if you can, my liege, add a pole to my stage, so I may properly dance for you.”

Feather raised an eyebrow at the odd request, but there wasn’t any real reason to tell her no. Besides, one more outfit, one more chance to show all that she could do? He wasn’t about to rob her of that, not when she so readily offered it. So, the ring glowed, and the stage he knew was in the center of the boutique was added by a long, steel pole that extended all the way up to the ceiling. “May I open my eyes now?”

“Of course, my liege.”

Feather’s wings snapped open, tossing him into the air for a moment to help him land back on his feet. Turning around towards the stage, his eyes opened wide. He had a pretty good idea as to what Rarity might do with the pole now, watching her slide one gloved hand along it, her tongue following after it, leaving a small trail of spit on the gray metal.

She turned her head toward him, a slight smile on her lips. Her outfit wasn’t negligee, not by any means, but was somehow more exciting now. The words butler, maid, and noble came to Feather’s mind as he tried to put it all together. She wore the black vest of a butler, with dark blue coat tails that extended past her back. A short, purple business skirt came down over her thighs, and he worried for a moment if they might restrict her movement. When she began to stretch herself out, sliding to the floor in a splits, he was fairly sure he was wrong.

He stepped closer, softly whistling to himself as shudders of anticipation ran through his body. Now that he was closer, he could admire how she had somehow managed to get her normally curled hair into a very tight bun on the top of her head. She even had done it to her tail, which he doubted was entirely comfortable.

The last pieces that fit the whole ensemble were the purple shoes on her feet, reminiscent of the ones that the princesses wore. These were in stark contrast to her broach, but he had a feeling he knew where the piece of gold had come from. Indeed, the symbol of the ring, twin wings and a horn, were at her neck, over a field of lighter blue that made up her button up shirt. In a way, it resembled a pet collar, especially with the tight, golden chain around her neck.

Rarity looked up at him, her smile still there as she patted his cheek. “My liege, I would suggest you go sit down. Tis normal for this sort of performance after all, and I won’t be able to get as loose if you hover over me.”

Feather slowly nodded, stumbling back before falling onto a couch that Rarity slid into place. His own magic brought his camera to his hands, and, with a moment of focus, he sat up, ready to capture the miracle he was about to witness.

Rarity turned to him, leaning away from the pole and letting her arm stretch out. For a moment, she just stared at the ceiling, her back arched to let her lean farther and farther, one of her legs rising as the rest of her fell. She then let go, causing Feather to gasp, before her foot hooked onto the bar, and she pulled herself forward.

A wide smirk was on her lips now as she slammed into the pole. The sound of buttons snapping off brought Feather’s eyes to her blouse, and he could see the bottom and top ones were gone. Oddly enough, they hadn’t seemed to fly at him, even though they should have.

Rarity slid down the pole, her smirk fading as she began to breathe heavily, as if winded by the impact. To betray this though, her mouth opened wide, her tongue flicking out of it, before she bit into the black, fishnet stocking on her leg. As she lowered herself, the stocking came with it. Feather stared at the show of flexibility, amazed by her contortionist level of skill, watching each centimeter of new flesh to be shown, not noticing how Rarity planted her hands on to the ground.

In one, quick fluid motion, Rarity pushed herself up, but not right. Instead, her legs threw themselves over her head, flinging the stocking behind her, while the hoofshoe flew straight above her. While upside down in a handstand, Rarity winked at Feather, before she let her momentum carry her and she landed almost standing. When she was fully upright, one of her hands slowly reached out, catching the errant shoe.

Feather smiled to himself as he noticed that the other stocking was gone too, along with her shoe. It made sense of course. It’s not like Rarity was a professional, so a mistake like that wasn’t beyond her. Rarity put no emphasis on it though, keeping attention to her hand and chest as she moved the shoe in her hand closer to her blouse. Using the side of the shoe, or, more specifically, its decorative points, she slowly drew it across the button, slicing it off so only one kept her blouse together.

Rarity hooked her leg around the pole, which was now behind her, and did a slow turn around it. In the process, a slight tearing could be heard, and Rarity, feigning surprise as well, jumped away from the steel rod, only to find her vest to be sticking to it, and tearing itself off of her in the process. For a moment, she stood there, red in the face, arm over her chest, before she straightened her back and frowned at Feather.

When she moved her arm to her side though, she subtly undid the last button on her shirt, and pulled it open. Beneath the blue blouse was a the same, silk, black bra that she’d been wearing when he first walked in. Or, so he assumed from the pattern that matched the underwear he’d seen. It did a wonderful job of lifting her breast up, contrasting with her white fur, and just barely not allowing her sneaky teat to be seen.

Rarity rolled her shoulders back, slipping the blouse off of them as she walked around the pole. For the moment, all Feather could see was her pillow of an ass as it swayed back and forth, and her hands as they tugged and pushed the skirt, teasing it down so he could barely start seeing her panties.

Rarity glanced back at him, her tongue running along her lips as her eyes fluttered at him. She leaned back against the pole, one of her hands slowly coming up and undoing the clasp to her bra. As it fell, much to Feather’s surprise, she rose.

Rarity’s hands had gripped the pole while he hadn’t been paying attention and now, with a bit of magic to help, she lifted herself up, once more bringing herself to be upside down. This time however, it wasn’t only for a moment.

Feather assumed that it was only magic keeping her chest from covering her face, instead allowing them hug the pole as she smiled at him. They bounced slightly, but then they became still, only jiggling slightly as she moved her lower half. He could just imagine a whole crowd of guys not even noticing her legs when they had two glorious mounds to gawk at.

Rarity’s sweat was the only thing that showed how hard this was on her, because she moved like she had all the time in the world. One of her legs came down, stretching the skirt as she managed to slip it right through. Before she let it just stretch out, she instead used the free foot to bring the skirt all the way back up and off of her other leg.

This time, she did fling the article of clothing to him, smothering Feather’s vision for a moment. When he looked back, her legs were wide open, straddling the bar as she forced a smile to her face. Despite the silk panties, everything was on display. From her bouncing breasts, to her soaked thighs, and the pink lips that currently kissed and suckled on the bar.

Rarity slowly lowered herself, crawling along the stage slowly as inch by inch she came back to the ground. She kept herself low, her bosom pressed and dragging across the hardwood. Her body shook and trembled, her thighs staying spread part so as to never hid an inch of her. Just to sell the ecstasy she was trying to show in all of this, her moans echoed across the boutique.

Feather grinned, knowing that nopony would tell that her sweat was from exertion, instead of arousal, after this.

Rarity finally stopped as she got to the end of the stage, maybe centimeters from simply crawling off. She slowly moved her legs around, pushing herself up at the same time so her breasts bounced and jiggled. She even went so far as to cup an arm underneath them, pushing her large, soft bosom directly towards him as she let out another moan.

To finish it all, Rarity’s horn finally glowed with its magic, and began to peel off Rarity’s panties. It wasn’t as slow as other parts of the show, but it didn’t need to be. Instead, it kept up with her words, especially so, when she was done, her leg extended the completely soaked undergarment to Feather. “So, do I get the job, my liege?”

Feather smiled, taking the underwear in his hand, before he stepped closer. One of his hands gently cupped her breast, while the one with her panties cupped her cheek. A shiver ran through him, and he thanked the ring for taking a picture of this, as she leaned in and sniffed her own juices. He then nodded. “A hundred times over, yes. Though…” he said with a smirk, “we’ll need to work on your pole work. There’s so much more you could have done.”

Rarity smiled wide at the thought, before she bowed her head and whispered, “My pleasure, my king.”

Feather smiled a bit wider. “Now, why don’t I give my wonderful designer a bonus for being hired on?” He reached down, pointing his cock towards Rarity, and only now noticing how stiff he’d become. He would need to work on focusing on other things then his work, or else he was going to blue ball himself one of these days.

Not that he actually had much to worry about, not with Rarity eagerly licking her lips as she leaned forward. Her eyes were on only one thing, and when it sprang out, she cooed in excitement.

Her hands danced around his throbbing member, tracing the veins that pumped throughout it. She’d felt it inside her, sure, but now she could taste her king, and be about as humiliated as possible by him. To serve excited her, and she’d been all too happy to be his naughty maid.

Her lips slowly traced along his shaft, teasing and pecking it as her thumb came up to his tip. It pressed lightly against it, simply to tease it a bit more, especially as she began to slowly move it clockwise while her mouth kept it in place. A pulse of shame ran through her as she took a deep sniff of his musk, her body shaking in the euphoria of her king’s scent. She was teasing him just so she could have more time with his member. That wasn’t right.

Feather bit into his lip as she worked to set things right. Her tongue came against his testicles, quickly getting a taste of them, before she began to suck and lick on his shaft. He swore she had to have a foot long tongue for how it could coil around him. It pulled, pressed, and teased unlike almost anything he’d fucked before, and he was definitely going to need to find out where she learned all this from so Zippy could learn it too.

He had to hold back though. He couldn’t cum before she was balls deep around his cock. That’s when it would feel the best. Not while she was still kissing his shaft.

But would it make the best picture?

For a moment, the world around Feather stopped as he thought about it. Sure, her gagging on his cum was a great thought, especially since he had a sneaking suspicion that she would drink every drop. But this was Rarity. This was a mare who never let herself get dirty, let alone have her face covered in cum. Could he really pass that up?

And, in his distraction, the choice was made for him. His balls had been ignored for too long, and now, without any sort of restraint on them. They let go, all too happy at the prospect of painting Rarity’s face, which was an apt description for what the long, thick, plentiful ropes of goo did as they splattered over Rarity’s features, blending in with her fur, and rained down on her hair.

Once more, it was only because of the ring’s magic taking his desires and getting the picture right then that he was able to add this image to his collection. This was mostly because, after a stunned moment, her hand shot forward, gripping his balls and raising Feather’s voice by a couple octaves.

Not that he could speak with her eyes right in front of him. They foretold of death, and the end of civilization itself. Her words were hissed out like steam, beating against his face as she said, “Don’t. You. Ever. Do that again. If you do, I’ll show you how close I can shave your balls when I have a carving knife!”

Feather nodded furiously to himself and made a quick, mental note. No matter how subservient, they’re still themselves, including all their possible anger, something he did not wish to bring about more than once.

Rarity let out a small sigh as he squeaked, and slowly let go. She shook her head, a touch of red coming to her as she placed her hands on the floor once more. “Sorry. You’re still my king, and I shouldn’t say such… rude things.”

Feather smiled, patting her on the head as he shook his head. “No, please do. It’s a lot more interesting than just getting what I think I want. Otherwise I would just summon the clothes my girls wear.”

Rarity grinned at that, poking him in the side before laying her head on her arms. “Careful what you wish for.”

Feather shrugged, looking away from her as excitement rippled through his body. Step one was now done, and in a way that was more than he could have wished for. Now he would ‘train’ a little, before getting the next part of his plan in motion. Danger be damned.

The Frustration of a Kingdom

Author's Note

This is a warning. This is a warning me and my commissioner didn't expect, but it's how this chapter feels the most right. Unfortunately, it very much so feels like it crosses the line of questionable consent, kindness, etc. to far more legit rape. Unfortunately, and a lot of you called this to some degree, I feel like it's the best for the story.

HOWEVER, if you do not want to read this chapter because of that, or you find yourself getting too turned away by it, PLEASE MESSAGE ME. I will give you the story beats so you may follow along with future chapters, and this should be the ONLY time this happens. I promise.

The Frustration of a Kingdom

Rumble rubbed his temples as he looked between his legs. He was annoyed. No, angry. He wasn’t capable of just being annoyed right now. Not after the last three days. Not after something was messing with him.

His eyes glanced at the ring, glowing softly in his open palm. He suspected that the aggravation was coming from it. He would love to know why, or to be able to use its power to stop it, but it did nothing in response to those commands. Just another thing to annoy him. It still didn’t explain where the anger was coming from though.

His eyes swiveled back down, looking at the clouds beneath his feet. Just an hour ago he’d been like this, looking at wood, trying to sooth the pain in his head. Then the doorbell had rung, and Feather had been there, letting him know that he hadn’t been able to give the ring to Button either. He seemed happy, so why stop him?

In all honesty, Rumble should have been happy about this, and only because he rushed Feather away did he not bite his poor friend’s head off. He didn’t deserve the anger he felt, and he didn’t want to lose a close companion like that. Not when he’d had so few in his life. Not as many as those who looked down on him at least.

His eyes darted up at the sound of the front door opening, and he couldn’t help but… He put a hand to his head again. It was in pain again. Something was wrong. He was going against something, but he couldn’t…

Rumble stood up with a deep breath. The air cleared his mind, letting new thoughts forward; debates against those that were there. She had always bullied him. Never minded what his brother did, thinking it was all harmless fun. She didn’t know the full extent of his cruelty, but that didn’t excuse the night after night when she would take his call and make it so his strikeouts didn’t matter.

He would get back at the bitch, and then he would use her to get back at his brother. It was the only thing he could think of to do to get rid of this anger in him. Get rid of that which annoyed him the most.

He made his way down, listening to the sounds below him while he made no noise. The jingle of keys being put on a table, the content sigh of a pony coming home from work, but that wasn’t allowed. He wasn’t happy, and she would share in his pain.

Rumble didn’t even notice as the pain turned to exhilaration. All he could see was the fires of rage and conquest that the ring had once known. The fires that had brought it to such glory. The fires that burned it out of the anals of history.

Rumble blinked, the command going out, and smiled as he heard the mare below him grunt. The next second brought a surprised gasp as the sound of tearing fabric filled the air. He could just see her tight shorts busting at the seams, or whatever stupid t-shirt she’d worn being ruined. Best of all, her ‘perfect’ athletic body would be ruined now. One couldn’t be all that aerodynamic when given real assets.

He hummed to himself, his hands glowing as he squeezed the air, before whispering to it. Below, the mare screamed while her soft, giant chest had ten indents put in it from a rough pair of hands. They were merciless, sinking deep into the flesh, unconsciously using augmented strength in an attempt to hurt her.

The sound of her hands on a wooden table, slamming into a wall pleased him. He could feel his words reach her, and could hear a panicked, “What the fuck?” come from the cunt. It was what he expected, and what he wanted. Of course, it was just the start of his abuse.

Another whisper was sent as he moved his right hand over to the side, raising it and having it glow with enough energy to turn it almost white instead of gold. He then moved it down, smacking the wide, fat, gelatinous ass he’d given her. She’d mocked so many mares that naturally had such a rump, talking about how it would feel to plow their bubble butts, or that they should be humiliated for having them.

And now, as the words asked her how she felt being the slut she always was, his magic forced a scream out of her. It was one mixed with pain and pleasure that sent shivers down Rumble’s spine, his eyes glowing gold for a moment as he smiled. He could just see the liquid dripping down her legs now.

Rumble moved his fingers inward, feeling her warm, tight crotch. It was tight, probably from the hours of exercise she got in most day. It kept her thin, respectable, a thing he hated. That, or he hated the fact that the workouts kept her in a form that was already attractive to him. How could he with such a shameless bimbo? At least she now looked the part, which was better.

Below, he could hear her crawling on the floor, trying to get up. He could just see her clenched teeth and teary eyes in his mind, hissing out the words as her body reacted to the vigorous teasing. “Wh-what do you want, you b-bastard?”

Rumble lifted the thumb on his right hand as he slid three of his fingers all the way in, the spell letting him feel her resistance. He forced her open inch by inch to get past his second knuckle, able to feel his fingers trying to be pushed out, but he didn’t care. So many other ponies had used this pussy, so she should be more okay with this, instead of crying out for him to stop.

And, as he came down the stairs, he slid his thumb into her ass, causing her to howl. Under normal circumstances, the blue, pegasi whore on the ground would hate this. As far as he knew, his brother normally did her in the ass because that was the hole she forbade. When he was done with her, it was going to be the only hole she would take cocks in.

He didn’t see the broken bitch that he wanted though. He saw defiance in her eyes. No tears, no remorse, no recognition of this as judgement by a being superior to her, but defiance to the real king! To the one who would have all of Equestria in the palm of his hand soon!

He ripped his fingers out of her pussy, and he could watch as flecks of arousal splattered onto the carpet behind her. The rainbow haired bitch obviously was hurt by it, but she didn’t say anything. She must have known that was what he wanted.

Well, if she wanted a fight, then he would give her one.

She opened her mouth, but all that came out was a small, tame meow. Her eyes widened as one hand clutched her throat, before a pained moan was forced by her. This was of course by Rumble using his left hand to grab her by the nipple, before yanking on it to twist her over onto her back.

Now Rumble stopped to take a look at his handiwork as he finished marching down the stairs. She tried to hiss at him, but it only brought his right hand up, before clapping down on something she couldn’t see, but she could definitely feel. That being her engorged clit, made much more visible by his magic, and Rumble smiled at the small gush of arousal that came out of her nethers.

He was happy with all of it really. He had given her the ultimate whore’s body. Her tits were the size of watermelons, easily bigger than her head. Their nipples were large, and had small rivulets of milk coming out of one; the one he’d pulled. He knew that if a stallion sucked on them, they’d immobilize her, her chest being so sensitive that it made it impossible for her to stop any pony.

If they didn’t want her tits, there was always her ass. It was wide, fluffy, sagging a bit like a marshmallow. The cheeks were spread apart, forced by his magic to do so. That way it wouldn’t hide her tight, puckered asshole waiting to be fucked. In case that wasn’t enough though, her tail was permanently raised, so she could never hide it herself. Not while clothing might make her cum.

If there was one complaint he had, it was that this all was based on his two, worthless lackey’s inputs. How Button could never get over tits bigger than the mare, or Feather could watch an ass shake back and forth for hours escaped him. That was why he was the king though. That’s why he would rule Equestria.

The glow finally left Rumble’s hands as he walked over his blue whore. She was staring at him, her body spasming at this point from the abuse, and the growing arousal that was within her. All part of his design. He’d be amazed if the toy could even speak at this point. Not that she needed to, now or ever.

He reeled back one of his hooves, a glow coming over it. In a flash, his leg swung forward, and he only grinned as the slut on the ground flinched, trying to avoid the punishment. He didn’t connect though. He had no reason to want any unnecessary contact with the filth. She was just a stepping stone for when he could own what he really wanted.

His mouth worked on auto-pilot as he closed his eyes. Yes, what he really wanted. Not some small town whore who had mistreated him. She was small fry. A show of power. No, he wanted more. He could see the blazing battlefields he would make, the armies he would force to fight for him. His horn and wings shining brighter than the sun or the moon.

And when he had claimed them, stripped their whore bodies bare, he would not care for his ancestry, he would not care about the taboo, he would simply…

For a moment, the golden light in his eyes dimmed, and the thoughts of the battlefield left. He was looking upon R...the slut as she began to suck the tip of his cock. She was shaking. Whether out of arousal or fear, he didn’t know. He could see her eyes, staring at him, defiant, wanting him to make her choke on his cock before she went further.

He would give her what she wanted then. He reached down, placing a hand on the back of her head, watching as her eyes closed, ready to be made to do this by him.

And then he realized the problem. It was him. He would never be able to break her. She didn’t respect him. He was just the dumb little colt who didn’t know anything and got hard at the sight of her short shorts. Why should she care about the little power trip he was going on?

No, this wouldn’t be enough. He could already think of what enough could be though, and the thought brought all of the gold back to his eyes. He only had to take care of one thing first.

Rumble pushed her down, forcing every inch of his giant, thick cock down her throat. He could feel every pulse and spasm as her windpipe got crushed by it. It was tight, wet, warm, and there was constant movement. More than she would have ever put into this, that much he knew.

He did have to be careful, though not gentle, as he didn’t want to risk the life of his example. Still, as he jerked it out, his cock spasmed in enthusiasm from her ragged gasp for air, cut off just before she was done by another faceful of cock. His balls slapped against her chin, and the thought of her bruised lips, nose, and jaw was euphoric. All trophies of how she’d never bowed to her king.

Rumble didn’t want to waste too much time on this. It was a pointless activity with a worthless doll, only done because of a past, idiotic mistake. He hung his head back, breathing evenly as his balls twitched. He could feel her nails against his legs, the desperate attempts to say something.

All she could do though was suck his cock. If she didn’t focus on that, and breathing when he was merciful enough to give her the chance, she would pass out, if not worse. If she passed out, she couldn’t fight back, she couldn’t try to get revenge, she-

He smiled, loving hearing her thoughts cut off as every inch of his expanded dick forced its way down her throat, stiff as a board and able to see bulging underneath her coat. With a sigh, Rumble let it relax feeling the geyser of cum he had ready for her poor straight into her stomach. Even if she’d wanted to throw up, she couldn’t, not like this. Not while he used her purely as a cumdumpster.

Rumble noticed as the last streams poured down into her slightly swollen belly that her eyes were beginning to roll back. That wouldn’t work. Not for a useless slut like her, and a snap filled her lungs and forced her back to full attention. All so she could feel as every inch slid out of her sore throat.

She collapsed onto the ground, coughing and choking as her body violently shook. Not that Rumble cared. He didn’t even bother looking at her abused face, not when he had better things to do with his time. Instead, he made a golden leash and collar for her, and dragged his pet out the door, enjoying hearing her meows of protest as they left the whore’s house to show all of Ponyville what the now ex-Wonderbolt was actually good for.

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Rumble threw open the door to Sugarcube Corner, a golden blast of dust sweeping through the place as he yanked on the leash in his hand. He was in a pretty good mood at this point. The little slut behind him had weakly glided behind him, slowly becoming more stiff as they came closer to the town. That was nothing compared to how she tried to cover her whore parts from all the citizens, but they were too big. Just as they should have always been.

Of course, having ponies talking about her being forced to streak wouldn’t be enough. He needed them to know what a whore she was, and he would need to break her for that. Could he just make her a whore? Sure, but then he’d have another peasant like the pink one on his hands, and that wouldn’t be satisfying. No, he wanted to destroy her and have her accept it without his magic.

He glanced to the counter where his first slave, the pink one, stood. Since her transformation, he had peeked in on the shop from time to time, and enjoyed the change in outerwear that she went with. He’d seen only a sweater that barely went to midway of her thighs, a bikini top with jean shorts, and his favorite before today had to go to white shirt that you could see through most of the time, but she somehow could make solid if you began to question her.

Today though, she had gone full whore, like a good mare, and was wearing pasties and a string bikini thong. It was, admittedly, warm for the season today, but only she would ever get away with that sort of excuse. And even then…

Rumble walked forward, his hand shooting in front of him. The sharp sound of one of the bakery’s newest commodity was ripped off, and he smiled as he looked at her dark pink nipple. “I’ happy you’ve embraced your role, whore.”

Pinkie’s smile grew wider as she straightened her back, but it never reached her eyes. This was not her king. This wasn’t Rumble. If she didn’t have to obey him, she would use the knife she was palming to teach him a lesson. As the case was… “What is it I may do for you, your highness?”

Rumble glanced at the ponies in the room. All peasants from this small horse town. Perfect for what he desired, but utter trash to him. They would have to do though. “What you may do, my pink peripheral, is to take off that ridiculous thong and act as a fluffer for these worthless ponies. As for the rest of you,” he said as he walked behind his new pet, grabbing one of her arms and forcing it out of the way of her bare breasts, “you have have been blessed to have a chance to play with my toy here. She needs to be taught her rightful place, and I thought about twenty ponies all clamoring for her might do the trick.”

Rumble smiled for a moment, looking out over the crowd. They had slightly glazed over eyes, an effect of his dust from earlier. He knew ponies were more decent then this. That they might not just want to rape one of their so called ‘heroes’, under normal circumstances. His pet wouldn’t be able to realize that they were under his control, and a quick, mental command had a few of the stallions cheer at the announcement.

His pet was good enough not to try to run. Of course, back on the streets, when she had, he had simply tightened the collar around her neck and dragged her along the streets for a few yards while she gasped and screamed. She did have the shame to beg the stallions who came close to her, and to recoil away from them. She only found her liege though, who pushed her forward.

Rumble smiled as the first stallions grabbed her, their cocks already out. They were rough, reaching for what they could, and already humping against her bare flesh, just like the animals they were would do. It was all a part of the design though, and Rumble sat back onto the front counter.

Where he noticed his first slut was still at. She hadn’t taken off her thong, she wasn’t servicing her patrons like she was supposed to, and she was not looking nearly as excited as she should be. None of which was allowed. Not for a filthy, fat titted, whore.

Rumble took a deep breath in as he heard the first cries out from his other disgusting worm. Fortunately, they were swiftly silenced by the sounds of her choking on cock like a good mare. Unlike his ‘faithful’ mare. That wasn’t going to stand.

His hand shot forward, the muscles in it stiff as a board. He even found it hard to close his hand around the baker’s neck. His head was splitting again, all of the joy he’d been feeling replaced by pure fury. He was the king, and he would have what he wanted, even if his body denied him it. “What. Are. You. Doing?”

Pinkie glared at him for a moment, before simply letting out a choked gasp of a reply. It wasn’t her fault of course, but Rumble didn’t see it that way. He saw it as insubordination. So, to deal with it, he slowly, as that was as quickly as he could move his arm, raised his other hand. He could hear chanting in his head, a voice slowly growing louder, but he would not fall to it. He would be who he was once more, and it would start with the five knives on his fingers that would brand this mare.

He opened his hand, and moved to strike.

His eyes swiveled to the side. His new pet was there, being pistoned by three, mindless stallions. He could see a vacantness there, where once life held firm. Tears ran down already stained cheeks, and her body convulsed in agony.

Back to the pink…

”No.”

What did you say-

“I won’t allow this.

You fell to me too long-

“Enough!”

Rumble found himself in the middle of the room, a golden light bathing all who stood before him. He reached out to Rainbow Dash, summoning her to him, and finding the mare in his arms. The horn on his head glowed bright, seeking her mind, attempting to stitch together what he could. To restore the mare he’d done so much wrong to.

But then he stopped as a second hand placed itself on his. He looked up, feeling the horn that he’d temporarily gained fade as its magic went into the tall being that stood beside him. He was dressed in ancient armor, holes punched through it… No, through him, but he could still stand. He stood with the regality of a noble, but the eyes betrayed a monster whose wrath had destroyed so much.

And then, the fire in them dimmed, and the being’s shoulders slumped down as he smiled. “You have passed, my second trial. You overcame the rage that the ring brought out in you. A rage almost as powerful as mine, cultivated by youth, and years of pain. Those memories scarred you. Changed you, and I’m happy to see a stallion who could beat that.”

His gaze then shifted to Rainbow, still in Rumble’s arms. “She is older though. Damage like this… it changes a pony. It was something he was all too good at doing. I could make the bravest, most loyal troops turn with my magic and techniques. My wrath destroyed their lives. And the ones I didn’t keep, I watched go as husks, traumatized by the experience.”

“She will be much the same, harmed, vengeful, but scared. Proven to be weak, and she’ll never know how you did it, even if you let her remember that you did it. So,” the being said, stepping back, only now allowing Rumble to look at the beings sides, and the wings that drooped at the alicorn’s sides, “what will you do to protect her, as you have stated you want to?”

Rumble blinked a few times, before looking back at Rainbow. He could see that the cracks in her mind could be made to just be the same. There was a stain on her brain though. It was the memory of this. The events of today would haunt her forever, but it was too dark for him to remove without allowing the rest of the town to remember, something he couldn’t allow.

He slowly shifted the pieces around, placing a lighter paint on the spot that he had damaged. It would cloud the moment a bit. Make her think three nameless, faceless stallions tried to use her in the alley beside Sugarcube, before her master came to save her. Now the two would return home, and he would comfort her.

And, as all the stallions who had witnessed his cruelty forgot about it, forgot that they’d seen Rainbow Dash like this, the two disappeared, teleporting to Rainbow Dash’s bed. Unconscious, but in one another’s arms. One uncertain, but one far happier than she ever could have been after today.

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Button Mash, bleary eyed from having just woken up, slowly lifted himself up from his mother’s bed. Beside him, naturally, was Love Tap, her breasts twice the size of his head, and acting as wonderful pillows. This had been how he’d usually gone to bed for about a week now, and he was more than happy with that.

He heard the knock on the door that had awoken him before and crawled out of bed. He had no idea what time it was, but he didn’t want his mom woken up by it. She didn’t deserve that, especially when she used so much of her energy to please her little boy. No, he would go to the door, take care of it real quick, and then head on back.

When he opened the door though, he saw a very tired looking Rumble. Before he could say anything, the other stallion grabbed his hand, forced it open, and shoved the ring into it, the horn stabbing his palm a little.

He was then brought only centimeters from his friend’s face and listened to the pegasus hiss out, “You got skipped because you’re too preoccupied with your mom. I don’t want it, so take my next turn, and if you try to give it to me, I will make you regret that choice.”

Button blinked a few times, too tired to understand the death threat he’d just been given. So, instead of panicking, he yawned as he said, “Okay. Whatever works for you and Feather.”

He stepped back just before Rumble slammed the door in his face, before looking to the ring in his hand. It was glowing a little bit, and Button couldn’t help but think how it was too late for all of this, and he just wanted to get back to sleep.

Next thing he knew, he was out cold on the carpet, snoring loudly as golden dust landed on his head.