As embarrassing as it was to admit, this was the first time Twilight’s school had actually a certified teacher guiding lessons, rather than a bunch of Twilight’s friends just winging it. Miss Cheerilee, having once been a liked teacher at Canterlot High School was now a beloved teacher at the new School of Sexship. The name of the school still being workshopped around.

As it turned out, and much like her pony counterpart, human Cheerilee had been quite an active woman during her time on Earth and found herself rather open, as always, to sharing her knowledge and experience with the younger generation so they may better themselves.

“Now remember, girls,” Cheerilee instructed sternly. The collared and naked human woman giving a passing glance to each couple she paced around the classroom full of simple cot beds, “remember to arch your back forward while you ride your partners. Slouching won’t do your breasts any favors. I hope you all practiced for this with your master! Don’t forget, the top three scorers on this exam will earn another ticket for growing their breasts another cup size! Cash it in with any changeling you see.”

Cloudy Kicks was just one of the many students occupying a cot. Her partner, Curly Winds, looked rather comfortable below her. Lying face up on the mattress, hands folded behind his head like a pillow, staring directly at her chest. Cloudy though was more focused on her performance, knowing how much she desperately needed the prize. Not all girls were born like Fluttershies! She nodded to Cheerilee’s instructions as she slipped Curly’s rigid cock into her sopping cunt. Cloudy still bit her lower lip as it slid in, suppressing a disruptive moan from the class. Gods, it felt amazing here compared to back home.

“And…. begin!” Cheerilee instructed, hitting the start on a stopwatch. Half the class immediately became a flurry of activity. A good dozen and a half naked, collared, and horny schoolgirls bounced up and down on their male classmates’ cocks with reckless abandon. “Let the moans come naturally to you, girls,” Cheerilee continued, speaking up over the noise. “No guy likes a fake moaner. Enjoy the feeling of them inside you. Surrender your body to its baser desires and the moans will flow naturally out of you with pleasure to match.”

Curly shuddered with pleasure of his own as his rod pierced even deeper into Cloudy’s depths. It felt amazing. Not just the sensation of his rigid pole being treated to a snug embrace while he did virtually nothing, but knowing his cock brought Cloudy such pleasure, judging from her moans, was equally as satisfying.

Keeping one’s back arched was easier said than done, Cloudy soon learned as her body was wracked with familiar waves of perverse pleasure. She collapsed forward, catching and bracing herself on the cot with her hands, inadvertently giving Curly an amazing view of her perky swaying breasts.

Curly, grinning wickedly to himself, responded by hugging Cloudy’s waist to his own and rapidly jack hammering his cock into his sex slave’s tight cunt.

“Oh f-fuck!!!” Cloudy cried out in a lust filled yelp as she came. The guys at her school were in another league of their own! Every orgasm they pushed her to with ease were still scores above any of her climaxes back in her own dimension. Curly emptied his cum filled payload not long after her snatch clamped down tight on his pleasure giving rod. Hilting himself deep inside her until every drop of his load had been safely deposited within the depths of her womb.

Leaning up to kiss her on the cheek. Kisses were always on the cheeks, he knew where those lips had been. Cloudy couldn’t help but chuckle incredulously. She failed.

“Hmph,” Cloudy Kicks pouted to herself, folding her arms beneath her breasts as she and her master walked through the school’s halls. “We should have practiced the cowgirl position more...”

“We have been… it’s just our practice sessions have been focused on all our other classes. Which, I should mention, you’re getting amazing marks in. You’ve got an A+ in anal, an A in submissive behavior, and a B+ in pole dancing. Not to mention you even got that A in Unlocking your Inner Lesbianism.” The Sirens had gotten lucky when they decided to go after CHS in that regard. Normally their songs only affected the minds of men, but thankfully, all the girls at CHS were attracted to them as well! “Heck! Professor Rarity even said you’ve giving blowjobs at a college level! That’s something to be proud of, right?!”

“Hmph…” Cloudy pouted again. They passed more of their fellow CHS students, all of them in similar situations. Girls were naked and collared, always led by a man. Either by a leash, holding hands, or just plain walking behind him.

The school itself had easily dealt with the large influx of new students by doubling up on the living arrangements, seeing as all of the female students were made to share a room with a male. The changes were drastically different to what they were used to, sure, but they had been eased into it so that the whole thing seemed more like a wet dream where anything went.

None of the girls doubted that ‘thin’ was ‘in’ when it came to looks, but even so, many of them were already starting to show a small bulge in their belly that clearly indicated their pregnancy. Of course, they were all well assured their offspring would be taken care of in this magical world. But that also implied they would be staying in this world for their full nine months.

Not like many of them were exactly in a hurry to leave. As far as they had been told, the portal to their own dimension required some unexpected “recharging” and it would take a while, months, even years, before anyone could pass between it again. Though some of the students were actively hoping that never happened, as one way or the other, that would spell the end of their magical perverted adventure. Each day they were in Equestria, the life they held for themselves back on Earth seemed less and less appealing. Trading desks for cocks and homework for climaxes a deal most were happy to make. Many guys were even starting to make long term plans for their stay here, and their female slaves were more than happy to follow along.

“Don’t feel bad, babe,” Curly chided, giving a comforting pat to his slave’s ass. “We can always retake the test again. And if that doesn’t work, Cheerilee has made it obvious she’s really open to guys bribing her for better grades here.”

“It’s not that…” Cloudy replied, “I wanted that prize for top scoring. Bigger breasts from a changeling! Something for me and you!”

“R-really? You want bigger tits?” Curly remarked. “I like you just the way you-”

“Oh come on!” Cloudy Kick said, shooting him a sour look. “We’re not in our world now. You don’t have to pretend you didn’t wish your partner had huge breasts anymore. Just like you don’t have to pretend we’re equals.”

“Heh… yeah,” Curly laughed, eternally thankful he could finally give up that feminist nonsense that he secured himself a girl, as was always the plan. “I guess I wouldn’t complain over a bigger pair. As long as they stay as perky as they are now that is.” Their education in this new world had slowly been easing the CHS students into the new society. It was all heavily implied that in this world, women were property of men. And like any other kind of property, be it a car, a computer, or a house, there were always improvements to be made to them. It was truly magical. With their slaves in hand, they could customize their bodies to fit their cock’s exact desires to the closest detail. But all of that was easier said than done. The changelings were the ones with that kind of magic and they insisted on using it as a carrot to motivate the CHS students along. It happened slowly to individual girls as a reward for a particularly outstanding and perverse performance. Thicker thighs, hips, and most popularly, breasts. Busty petite, as they called it, was all the rage right now.

Cloudy sighed as she pressed her two bare breasts together. “Barely a C-cup. It’s pathetic… I’ve seen some other woman with tits so big I have to wonder how they can even stand up straight. Like they’re half cow or something. And you can just tell how sensitive they are to. Some of them can cum just from guys playing with them!” The pair passed another pair of their fellow classmates on a bench. Octavia, with her own pair of impressive jugs, grinning like a mad girl as she completely encompassed her partner’s cock within her titflesh while squeezing them together and rapidly stroking them up and down her chest. Cloudy had to look away as they walked passed, frowning as she heard the man’s everso satisfied groan as he came all over her tits. If she ever had a daughter, she hoped to the heavens above she wouldn’t have the same shortcomings as she did...

Curly was keen to notice his slave. It was bound to happen here after all. This world put so much more emphasis on a girl’s personal beauty than their home on Earth. That… or it put the same emphasis on their beauty, it was just a lot less subtle about it. Curly had stopped trying to figure it out. Either way, it was likely a girl would likely draw much of their self worth from their body’s measurements. Except here, one could actually do something about it.

“Actually… if it’s bothering you that much, girl, I think I might know of something we could do for you,” Curly said.

“Really?!” Cloudy gasped, her face full of hope.

“They have this school separated for us humans right now… but I did spot some of the other non-human students on the other side of school. For some reason, one of them was a changeling… a female changeling. She might be able to do something with you we if ask nicely.”

“Well what are we waiting for!!” Let’s go!” Cloudy said.

Elsewhere, on a different side of the school, Ocellus and Smolder were meeting and discussing girl things akin to any normal girl sleepover.

“Annnnnddd this one is I call Quickie,” Ocellus beamed, pulling a skinny pink crystal vibrator out of her room’s display case before drawing out some more. “I call this one Steve, and this one Thicky, and this one is called Thorax… it’s the biggest and thickest toy I have! Back before I met any of you guys at this school, all of these toys were my friends! Do you want to see my plugs next?”

“Soooo horny,” Smolder groaned in annoyance, rolling around on the floor and simultaneously rubbing her thighs together, ignoring her friend’s presentation. Ocellus just giggling to herself as she watched her friend’s antics. “I want a dick!!” Smolder exclaimed.

“W-well, I don’t quite think I’m allowed to cast that spell on you,” Ocellus answered, putting her toys back in their case.

“Not that! I mean taking a real dick inside me! Fucking me silly! Plowing me until the sun rises!! Grrrrr, I’m so fucking on edge!” Smolder said, her snatch making a wet mess below her.

“Speaking of on edge, aren’t you worried about your brother?” Ocellus asked.

“I thought I would be...” Smolder replied. “I mean, I at least thought it would be something I wouldn’t need some serious therapy on. But a little while after I got here, all of my stress over it just seemed to… fade away. Replaced with more annoying horniess! Kind of was a real eye opener too, seeing how many of them failed. Guess we could have used a change in culture. I don’t care if you fuck ancient dragon tradition six ways to Sunday if it gets a throbbing cock inside me!”

“Awww, that’s just your heat talking, silly!”

“Well I can’t even tell anymore. I don’t think any of us have ever been in heat this long. And here, everyone who isn’t a dragon even acts like they’re in heat all the time! Now where in Tartarus is Sandbar?!?!”

“He’s still in class helping… ‘educate’ your fellow dragons,” Ocellus replied. “They needed a lot of male volunteers to help introduce them to Equestrian society. Either that or… he’s out smoking more of that reefer stuff again...”

“I wish Gallus and Silverstream were still here. Not hiding back in their own countries,” Smolder said.

“I’m sure they’ll get here soon...” Ocellus hinted.

“Ugggg,” Smolder groaned again for the hundredth time, grinding her hips into the carpeted floor. “Don’t they teach the guys here not to ignore their pets or something? If us girls are just meant for having sex, but none of them use us for sex, then what’s even the point of having us around?!”

“I don’t think he’s gotten to that lesson yet, Smolder.”

The door to their room suddenly opened, causing heads to turn, but it wasn’t Sandbar, rather Curly and Cloudy.

“Ooooooo! A female dragon!!!” Cloudy instantly gushed, spotting Smolder and quickly rushing to her side. “She’s sooooo cute!!!” she squealed, grabbing and squishing Smolder’s cheeks together as she was fawned over like a newborn puppy. “How adorable! The dragons here look nothing like they do on Game of Thrones!”

“Getting horny again…” Smolder groaned in annoyance. She should have felt anger here, but ever since the changelings had thoroughly ‘conquered’ the dragon race, her anger was replaced with lust. Though much more interestingly there was an actual guy in the room now. And with a guy came his penis. Smolder’s attention was quickly pinged.

“Uhhhh, hi there,” Curly spoke to Ocellus. “You’re a changeling, right? I was wondering if you might be able to help my pet slave.”

“Is something wrong with her?!” Ocellus asked, her voice carrying an obvious concern in it. Grabbing Cloudy Kicks with her magic, and flipping her over and quickly putting her down on the bed for examination. Her arms and legs forcibly spread open wide.

“Well… yes, but in another sense, no,” Curly replied scratching the back of his head.

“I need bigger tits!” Cloudy Kick exclaimed, turning her head to face Ocellus and kicking her feet on the bed. “Please!? Changelings are supposed to be able to cast body modification magic on sex slaves like me, right? And it needs to look natural too! Not like those fake boob job operations we have back home where they pump your chest full of plastic.”

“Ewwww... gross!” Smolder shot in. Even being newly returned to the school, she had already heard rumors of the strange dimension these human creatures had been taken from. A world where war was waged regularly and love was not the norm. Also it was apparently a world where they injected woman with plastic. Perhaps ‘taken’ wasn’t the right word for it; ‘rescued’ seemed better.

“A breast enhancing spell?” Ocellus responded, suddenly unsure of the situation. “I-I-...”

“She’ll do it!” Smolder interjected, cutting off Ocellus’s line of speech with a sharp slap to her bare ass, earning a quick yelp from the female changeling. “But… it’ll cost you!” she cooed, seductively rubbing up against Curly’s bulge to convey exactly what she meant.

“Oh… u-uh, sure, I guess,” Curly stuttered at the slender dragoness while thinking, ‘This better not awaken anything in me…’

“I-I can do it, I’m just not sure I’m allowed to! It’s very clearly stated that females aren’t allowed to use body enhancing spells on themselves or others. It’s only men who can!” Ocellus argued in a blushing fluster. “Girls shouldn’t even have magically abilities like this!”

“It also says anyone with a collar has to do anything a guy tells them to,” Smolder shot back at the changeling who was so unknowingly trying to be a cockblock. “I mean it’s literally the first rule they told us when they strapped these things on our necks.”

“I d-don’t know!” Ocellus replied, clutching her head. “It’s all so confusing. M-maybe I should consult Chrysalis. She should know what to do.”

“Why don’t you just do what your heart tells you to?” Cloudy said earnestly, rolling over onto her hands and knees as she let the hooters hang.

Ocellus sighed to herself. Her heart was the same reason she lost all her clothes and earned herself a collar in the first place. She didn’t regret that though so, maybe… she wouldn’t regret this either. “Okay, I’ll do it…” Ocellus resolved, sliding below and in between Cloudy’s hands and knees.

“T-thank you!” Cloudy gushed. Curly’s cock giving a happy twitch as he watched. Smolder all too happy to relieve the human of his pants so she could see it for herself. Her wide smile lessened slightly upon seeing and remembering male humans unfortunately only had one cock. Still, it seemed like all creature performed better with their one compared to a male dragon with two. Hopefully, proper practice on the dragon’s behalf could change that.

‘Dang, humans are cute…’ Ocellus thought to herself as Cloudy continued on expressing her thanks to her. ‘Maybe I shouldn’t have caved so easily. It might have been hot to see her beg on her knees a little for it…’ She began by lightly groping Cloudy’s breasts with the tips of her fingers as she started to focus her magic.

“OoooOooo… that tickles,” Cloudy giggled, curling her toes as her breasts started to glow with Ocellus’s magic. Ocellus tried to concentrate, this spell wasn’t as easy as other changelings made it seem! One slip up or uneven distribution of magic could cause one breast to be bigger than the other, or cause both of them to lose their perkiness and shape! “Mmmmm ohhhh…” Cloudy moaned, biting her lip as she felt a pleasant tingling sensation arising from her breasts. Slowly but surely, her twin mounds started to grow like balloons filling with air. Ocellus’s eyes grew wide with them. “B-bigger!” The schoolgirl moaned, feeling her chest starting to become heavy. The changeling beneath her obeyed, Cloudy’s breasts growing until they plopped down onto Ocellus’s face.

“F-fuck… yeah t-that’s the gooooood stuff…” Smolder drooled off to the side as she moaned into the floor. Curly had her down on her hands and knees until her arms gave way. Now he was merely rutting the dragoness at a steady pace, seemingly all it took to drove the sensitive creature wild with his cock. Curly nevertheless enjoyed the view of his effect on him. Maybe later, he could ask Ocellus for some increased sensitivity in his pet’s pussy as well.

Meanwhile, Ocellus couldn’t resist attaching her lips to the nipples of her recent work. Suckling like a nursing youngling thirsty for milk. The changeling used her magic next, levitating Quickie out from her display case, turning her vibrations on, and pushing her into Cloudy’s dripping slit. She didn’t care if she was punished for casting that spell. It was totally worth it!

“OOooooo fuck!” Cloudy screamed as she bucked her hips into the toy. As if she needed anymore of a reason to love changelings. A hand of hers shot to her newly improved rack, eagerly playing the massive mound as she grinded her hips against Ocellus.

“H-h-hey, girls!” Sandbar called out as he burst into his room… only for his bloodshot eyes to spot the midst of the orgy both below and on his bed. “W-whooa… heavy...” he giggled, slowly slipping out. Slipping a tie on the doorknob as per the custom now.

*Knock knock*

Silverstream, who had been joyously humming to herself as she brushed her hair, only to jump slightly when she heard the sound of knocking. Not from her bedroom door, however, but rather from her patio window.

“Hmmm? What could that be?” The hippogriff spoke to herself, cautiously setting down her brush atop her dress. Rising from her chair, she slowly tiptoed over to the window, unlocking the hatch and pushing it open.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. To her, it just seemed like another wonderful moonlit night at Mount Aris. The stars were shining brightly in the sky, the lamps lighting the streets below were dimmed as the mountain’s many hippogriff inhabitants prepared themselves for sleep. It was a beautiful sight to behold, causing Silverstream to sigh in contentment. That was, until a blue blur flew directly into her open window, tackling her to the ground as the two rolled over the carpeted floor several times.

“Haha G-Gallus!” The bubbly Silverstream giggled as the griffon playfully wrestled the hippogriff into submission. Gallus grinned to himself as he pinned his friend to the ground. Easy given she was laughing too much to put up a decent struggle. Though for Gallus, it was as good of an excuse to get his claws on his secret crush than any other. He felt her outfit as he held her down. A thin cyan tank top with a mere bra beneath. Below that was a simple set of short shorts. Emphasize on the “was”.

A loud ripping noise was heard. “Oh oops,” Gallus whistled innocently, noticing his claws had so accidentally cut through the fabric of Silverstream’s shorts. The ruined garment falling in a heap to the hippogriff’s legs as Gallus let her get up. As expected, Silverstream barely seemed to notice or care.

“What are you doing here, Gally?” Silverstream asked with glee, hugging her friend.

“I thought I would drop in for a surprise visit,” Gallus said with a smile, more than happy to return the hug. “It’s been awful being separated from you guys for so long. You know, because of all the stuff happening in Equestria and all.”

“Oh I know! It’s awful, isn't it?” Silverstream replied.

“Yeah, sure is…” Gallus said, though thoroughly distracted catching the sight of Silverstream’s now bare slender legs while wearing a cute cyan set of panties.

“Have you heard from Smolder though?” Silverstream continued, walking back to her dresser as she resumed brushing her hair. Completely oblivious to the fact that her friend was drinking in her form like he usually did.

“Well, I did write her some letters… but I haven’t heard back from any of them. I’m still not sure if mail is something dragons ‘do’ in the Dragon Lands. What about you?” Gallus answered.

“I’ve only heard from Ocellus and Sandbar. They said they’re both having a great time and we should come visit them in Equestria.” Gallus’s eyes perked up at this. “It’s crazy I know! If you ask me, they’re both being mind controlled into sending those letters to us! Hehe, we both know what’s going to happen if we go there now with the changelings everywhere!”

“Y-yeah… crazy, how about that,” Gallus sighed. His hopeful boner dying down. Silverstream had always been the flirting outgoing type with him during their time at Twilight’s school. And, like any griffon looking to get his cock a little wet, Gallus had been slowly working his way into Silverstream’s bed. Which was surprisingly typical behavior for students at the Friendship school. Coed housing. Everyone got along. Young, attractive, and hormonal students. A complete and utter lack of supervision during most hours of any day. It was the perfect formula for scoring some action. That was until the changelings invaded Equestria, causing all the students to flee back home for their own safety. The irony was not lost on Gallus with how changelings, of all creatures, ended up being the ultimate cock block.

Sure, Gallus could have visited her at Mount Aris and continued his efforts, but as Silverstream wrote in her letters, unlike at school, there was an actual risk in their relationship here…

Silverstream promptly stopped her brushing as the two of them both heard muffled footsteps from outside the hall. They came and went, however, causing the two teenagers to breathe a sigh of relief.

“You know we’ll get in trouble if you get caught here, Gally,” Silverstream said in a hushed serious tone now. “Daddy will throw a feather fit if he catches me with a griffon! Especially one in my bedroom this late at night!”

“I know… I just wanted to see you,” Gallus grinned, the power of his cock having finally convinced him the risk of visiting was totally worth it. Silverstream’s dad was a bit old-fashioned like that. And Silverstream herself was pretty close to royalty as it was. Which certainly explained, judging from the looks of her house on Mount Aris alone, why she seemed so well off.

“Awwww, you’re such a sweet friend,” Silverstream gushed. Gallus’s smile and cock both wilted at the sound of that word.

“And I know if the changelings ever target you guys, I won’t get the chance to see you again...” Gallus continued with a frown.

“Pretty much!” Silverstream replied. “Queen Novo already laid the plan out for us. We’re able to sense if any changeling even gets remotely near us. When that happens we’re all jumping right back into Seaquestria again! Figure the changelings aren’t as good as swimming as they are at taking over kingdoms!”

“Yeah… wonder what they’ll do then,” Gallus chuckled to himself, picturing the scene in his head. A swarm of changelings all suited in casual fishing attire and equipment, throwing their lines down into the ocean and whistling as they waited for their cock’s newest catch. Their bait being not food but cock-shaped dildos. The perfect way to attract a woman’s mouth to them!

“Heh heh. Well, I should probably be getting to bed,” Silverstream stretched and yawned, unknowingly catching Gallus’s eyes once more as she pushed her bust out. “I’m sure something will come around and stop those nasty changeling queens! Something always does! Evil never wins in Equestria. At least, that’s what our professors taught us!”

“Wait, before you go to bed, can you try this on?” Gallus said walking up behind Silverstream without waiting for an answer.

“What?” she asked, puzzled as she felt something wrap around her neck. The ends of a collar fused around her neck. Before she could react, a magical force yanked her arms behind her. Emerald magic shot out of the collar, wrapped itself around her arms and legs, then solidified into a sturdy rope. It all happened in less than a second, rendering Silverstream completely immobile as she toppled to the ground. An optional red ball gag also popped out of the collar as if a cherry on top to the whole ordeal. “Gally?! W-what’s going on?!”

“Look, I haven’t been entirely truthful to you,” Gallus spoke, casually playing with his bound friend’s rump now. “I have heard from Smolder. And Sandbar. And Ocellus. And Yona. They’re all in Equestria, without us, and having a great time with the changelings... apparently.”

“R-really?!!” Silverstream gushed.

“They even sent me mail. And pictures. A whhooollleee lot of pictures.” The hippogriff felt something hard twitch into her bouncy behind. “They want me to join them back at the school, but... they want me to bring you along too. That’s actually kind of a new rule too. The changelings came to our land and offered everyone a mountain of gold if they captured a hippogriff female and brought her to Equestria. Not to mention they also get permission to live there with their new slave. That is, assuming they aren’t already in a relationship. Something about getting the most love or something. Besides that though, it’s a pretty good deal, all things considered. Live it up in Equestria with more gold than most of us see in a lifetime.”

“You’re abducting me for gold?!” Silverstream exclaimed.

“Actually, I’m catching you for free. And because tagging you means I get dibs on you.”

“Awwww, that’s so sweet!” Silverstream quipped.

“Wait… really?” Gallus asked.

“Well, yeah! I mean, wouldn’t it be rude for me not to get a compliment out of that?”

“You’re really weird sometimes, Silverstream, you know that?” Gallus sighed. This had gone much differently when he played it out in his head. “Whatever. I just don’t want Sandbar knocking you up before I get the chance. He’s already claimed Yona.

“Yeah, I figured,” Silverstream giggled as her collar began to glow. “I just can’t wait to see all my friends again! And it’ll be fun having my family there too!”

With an emerald green flash the hippogriff vanished into thin air, transported to Equestria. Gallus shrugged at the empty space where his friend once lay. Pulling out several more sex slave collars, he stared at Silverstream’s window.

“Meh, I got some extra time. I could use some extra gold,” he said, idly tossing the collars in his hand. “Besides, how often does anyone get the opportunity to do something as fun as this?” Quietly, he slipped back outside. Few hippogriffs were even awake at this hour to notice, but it was open season at Mount Aris. Griffons were sneaking into house after house, doing the changeling’s dirty work for a night in exchange for a promise of lifetime of ease. The griffons were quiet as well, slipping in and out of a home in a matter of minutes without so much as a creak.

Lightning Dust sucked in a deep breath, holding it with a wide smile as she held a steady gaze forward. On both of her sides, pressed up against her shoulder to shoulder, were two additional mares, with more women on their sides. Eight mares in total, the finalists from over a hundred entries, all doing what they always knew they loved: being favorably judged by men. It was the annual Cloudsdale Sex Slave Competition, an event involving women from every corner of Equestria coming out to be graded by a series of professional male judges.

And, like any other competition, Lightning Dust had spent weeks training with her master, Soarin, in order to prepare. They graded mares on everything… and that was even before their performances! Their faces, bodies, and figures. Other things like their flexibility, RSF (resting slut face), and tightness. And Lightning Dust had been patiently standing on stage in front of a giant crowd of cheering stallions and envious mares, all while the judges peered at her breasts with measuring tapes in hand. There was plenty of groping, prodding, pinching, and rubbing, all of which Lightning Dust enjoyed feeling on her massive chest, so she couldn’t complain.

With all of that tallied up and accounted for by the judges, each mare was awarded an official hotness rank from 1 to 10. Some mares called it quits there, taking their number as a status symbol itself they wore proudly as a badge of honor. It went without saying that a high or low number greatly affected a mare’s selling price and desirerably.

As the judges retreated, Lightning was reminded that the competition wasn’t all good. For some reason in this contest of beauty, the judges insisted on putting each mare in front of a microphone and asking them the same trivial question. As if any of the girls up here needed to attract a guy with what was in their heads while they had tits like these. Sometimes, Lightning just suspected it was just an opportunity to show how dull they were compared to stallions, and the other mares relished an opportunity to reinforce that image. But, a smiling Lightning Dust knew, if she showed any hint of a brain on stage, Soarin would be fucking it out of her as soon as they got home.

The first mare went up to the microphone as the crowd grew silent.

*Ahem* “Contestant number one…” the male judge from the side asked, reading the question off a small card. “What do you think should be done to make Equestria an even better place to live?”

“Absolutely nothing!” The mare answered with a giggle and without a moment of thought, hugging her tits together as she flaunted them to the crowd. “Equestria is already the greatest nation that has ever existed!” The crowd erupted in cheers, the top-heavy mare giggling some more, shooting several kisses to the crowd before moving back to her place in line with the other sex slaves. Sashaying her hips from side to side. Lightning Dust rolled her eyes at the obvious pandering. All of the women up here were practically guaranteed to be twitching, moaning, cum drenched messes before the end of the night. There was no need to brown nose.

The second mare, smiling widely with a sense of beauty, waltzed up to the microphone next. “Contestant number two. What do you think should be done to make Equestria an even better place to live?”

“Personally… I would enjoy seeing all woman in the world brought to their knees in Equestria and shown what they are missing out! Most of them are just living as savages, not knowing the true joy of enslavement and what a real culture looks like! Griffons, hippogriffs, zebras, minotaurs, even yaks! Every single one of them! All these women need to be collared and enslaved for our perfect men to enjoy!”

‘A changeling pleaser,’ Lightning grimaced in her mind as the crowd cheered again. Many of the judges on the panel were changelings, all of whom seemed quite pleased with the mare’s proper response. ‘Well we all know who shes going to bed with...’ The mare leaned forward, opening her mouth, only to stop and read the note left on the microphone: ‘Contestants. Please do not try and deep throat the microphone again.’ The mare stumbled back, shooting an awkward giggle and shake of her chest before waltzing back to her spot in line.

Lightning sighed as she walked up to the microphone next. She knew it didn’t really matter what kind of face she had, all eyes in the room were either locked to her tits or pussy. That was the advantage of having a figure like hers. Well, all of them were staring except Soarin, who was cheering like a mad man from his seat in the middle room. Lightning chuckled briefly at her dorkish master.

“Contestant number three. What do you think should be done to make Equestria an even better place to live?”

This wasn’t the first time Lightning had thought about this question. Unlike what the first mare had said, Equestria was not perfect. And unlike what the second mare had said, more enslavement was not the solution. There were still many, many mares out there… all willing to be a man’s obedient horny slut, some even with tits as large as hers, and yet, they could not find masters. Equestria had always had a gender imbalance, and the influx of abducted non-pony women hadn’t exactly helped the issue. To put it plainly, there wasn’t enough cocks and cum to go around. Most of these mares were deemed masterless, and homeless, being caged in pounds with only the comfort of their fellow women to satisfy their urges. They had to beg on the street for cock to satisfy their hunger and to nourish their bodies. It was a travesty many simply ignored with others like Lightning being all too thankful they had a kind stallion to hold them each night. And that was why Lightning had the perfect answer for her question.

“I think… I think the best way we could improve Equestria is to make the 1 to 10 ranking system an official and magically automated system for all collared women,” Lightning Dust spoke proudly. The crowd didn’t cheer, rather, it seemed like they were taken aback by her answer. “With changeling magic it’s possible to create a spell that monitors and grades them based on a set system! Not just their bodies, but their attitude as well! Women who obey men, properly service their needs, and live happily as a sex slave can be assigned higher graded numbers. Slaves who talk back to men, put their own needs before their masters, think of themselves as equals, and feel like they deserve more could be sensed by collars and assigned a lower grade. Our numbers could be displayed right here!” Lightning exclaimed, pointing to the front of her sex slave collar. A hanging tag there would make perfect spot for a number. Hopefully, a two digit one. “For all sex slaves though, it would give us a reason to improve ourselves! A tangible number that quantifies our worth to the world based on our actions, it would be perfect!” The crowd and judges were all murmuring with each other now. Lightning didn’t know if that was good or bad, but that wasn’t going to stop her now. She was on a roll. “There are thousands of perfect mare out on the streets. Solid 10’s! With this system it would be easier to identify them for ownership! They have the exact right mindset any woman needs in this world, so they deserve to be bred! Those qualities need to be passed down to future generations of mares so they can grow and be improved upon. Who knows? With their genes maybe their daughters will grow up to be 11s!”

“Wait… 11 ranked mares?” Soarin muttered to himself in the crowd. “Is that even possible?”

“Yeah man,” the stallion to his side answered. “Only the four alicorn princesses of Equestria are at that level right now. Have you even seen them? They’re all solid 11s! Nothing against the mares on stage, but the princesses are all 1 hotter than them.”

“Why aren’t they just ranked as 10 and make the grading for 10 slightly hotter?” Soarin asked.

The stallion seemed to ponder this question for a long while before answering, “the princesses go to 11…”

It wasn’t long after that the competition was concluded. Out of all the finalists, Lightning Dust was awarded... last place. Apparently, mares with a brain was considered a turn off to many stallions. Most just writing it off as a fault of the pre-invasion times and waited for it to disappear with the new generation of sex slaves.

However… not even a few days after the event did something marvelous happen. A number appeared on Lightning Dust’s collar… on every sex slave’s collar in fact! Lightning’s read as an 8.7 rated mare. That was, 8.7 on a new Equestria rated scale where the standard of beauty had greatly increased. If it was old Equestria, she would have been a solid 10. However, after a normal day of sucking, bucking, throat fucking, and obediently caring for Soarin’s every cooking, cleaning, and eye candy need, the number on her collar had risen to an 8.8! Soarin had, of course, received credit for Lightning Dust’s idea, no matter how many times he tried to claim he didn’t put it in his sex slave’s head. But… Lightning herself couldn’t have been happier. She wasn’t one to care for personal credit now, just that it happened. The newspapers were in a frenzy of reporting the uplifting news how any mare with an 8 or higher rating was scooped up from pounds across Equestria at bargain prices! Each of those lonely mares now living happily in their master’s loving home as they were put to use breeding the next generation of attractive pony lovers. And, on the other side, poor quality mares with a below average score were either sold or shipped off for training. In some extreme cases, Nexia’s mind changelings even used the numbers to easily identify which women needed a ‘session’ with them.

In any case, Lightning Dust slept easy and content knowing that she had helped make Equestria a better place. But, it also helped her sleep with Soarin ruthlessly trying to fuck that giant brain straight out of her head each night.

Author's Note

A number of following chapters following this one were removed. They can still be viewed on Hentai Foundry however if you search up this story on Google.