Localized Acceptance

Night loved his dreams. Especially the lucid ones where he was in total control of everything, which was most of his dreams. He was a very skilled sleeper.

His dreams were usually expositional flashbacks to his early years as a young colt in a Manehattan orphanage. It was a well run but underfunded building. Anywhere between three to six ponies had to share a bedroom. Night could still remember the faces of all the other little fillies and colts that he grew up with especially his first crush, a girl named Berry Punch. She was an all purple filly and still didn't have her cutie mark by the time she was adopted. He and Berry would usually share a juice box during lunch and talk about their favorite books. Night wondered what ever happen to that little filly he had such a crush on.

In his dreams, Night also got to relive the day that he discovered his special talent. One day he accidentally stumbled into the orphanage's record room. It had the files on every pony in the building, whether they were an orphan or an employee. The room was an absolutely mess, with paper strewn about all over the place and a small fire actually burning in the corner of the room. Some sort of compulsion took over Night, and he was practically dragged by the magic in his horn into the center of the room, where he being sorting and shuffling papers. Bookshelves were picked up with strength he did not know he had and the fire was put out with a spell he'd never learned. Inherent magic drove the young Night Sky to file everything alphabetically per year, while also separating the files for workers and orphans, and sorting the employees into further subcategories based on job level. It was a truly genius system and stallion actually employed as an accountant thanked the colt a thousand times over for his work. On that day, Night's prized cutie mark burst into existence on his ass, as if Celestia herself had put it there.

These reasons were not why Night loved his dreams however. It was fun to reminisce, and Night felt very nostalgic when he saw the old filing system he'd used, but there was another thing that made Night love his dreams.

Princess Luna.

While some ponies found it creepy that their ruler peered into their dreams in the dead of the night without asking permission, Night found it comforting. He always loved that about Luna, they way she so carefully watched over her ponies, even when they angrily argued that she should stop. This did of course mean that Night could not dream about what he really wanted, the millennia old mare by his side, but it only meant he wouldn't have any high hopes when he did finally meet the princess.

"Can't be let down if you're not allowed to get hyped up." Was a motto that he had come up with.

As a way of showing his love in case the princess was watching him, Night also used his lucid dreaming skills to replay memories of the first time he saw the mare in real life. It was after saving up enough bits from his job at the hay company to afford a trip to Canterlot via train. He stayed there for a week and was lucky enough to see the princess of the night do one of her rare moon risings. Less than a hundred ponies stood in the crowd as Luna took to the stage, Night was up in front. He got to stare up at the beautiful princess as she extended her beautiful wing and created a cloud of dark blue smoke just like his around her beautiful horn. With just one flap of her big, powerful wings the mare was shot into the air, hovering in front of the moon as she raised it into the sky. Night found himself awestruck at the sight of it then, and even now as he replayed the memory he could not take his eyes off the gorgeous silhouette of his favorite princess. Oh how he desperately wanted to see that mare, to hold her, to kiss her, to fuck her until she couldn't even sta- "Cum already Mac! We've been at this for ten minutes!"

Night Sky woke up on the hard wooden floor. His jaw hurt like Tartarus, as if he'd run into a brick wall. He sat up and looked around. The room was dark but...

"A-Applejack stop...please." A deep voice with a thick country accent caught Night's attention. Using his magic to light up the room some more, he saw that Big Macintosh was currently tied his bedpost with two mares between his legs, licking his huge thick cock. It was far too big for either of them to fit in their mouths, so they had apparently just resorted to giving the unbelievable flesh rod a tongue bath. At full length, it was easily twice as long and perhaps three times as thick. Maybe even more!

The world was quickly coming back to Night. He remembered what had happen. After spending a day enjoying his new prize, the sexy little cowfilly Applejack, Night decided that he needed to have Big Mac on his side in case something bad happened and he needed a giant wall of flesh to protect him. He broke into Mac's room that night with the Apple sisters in tow, but when he commanded Applejack to hog tie him, the red stallion shot up and clocked him square in the jaw. The world went black after that.

The unicorn slowly rose up from the floor, clutching his jaw. It was a miracle the angry stallion hadn't dislocated it with his sucker punch. Night examined the scene before him. Mac was thrusting his hips and clearly ready to cum, but wouldn't stop pleading for his sister's to stop their tongue barrage. The stallion had far more willpower than Night thought, and was fighting back his every urge to give into the pleasure.

"Celestia dammit, you will submit and you will like it!" Night yelled at the stallion as his magic engulfed Mac's engorged ballsack. The mare's saw his magic and immediately switched from licking the Stallion's cock to sucking on his testes. Applejack could only fit one in her mouth, and Applebloom quickly resorted to just sucking on the tender flesh. Their lips tingled as Night's magic cloud of smoke expanded to cover Mac's cock and balls. The unicorn's spell caused Mac to feel a thousand wet mouths wrapping around his cock, sucking on it and nibbling gently at his sac.

The stallion's junk throbbed, his tip quickly changing from an extremely dark red to an equally dark purple. He'd long stopped begging for his captors to stop. Night stood over the defeated stallion, staring down at him angrily. This was the last time he would ever get to feel pleasure from a mare, Night was going to make sure of it. No pony punched him and got away with it.

Night cut off his phantom pony spell entirely and Mac opened his eyes, groaning at the sudden drop in pleasure, only to be confronted with two black voids emanating dark green smoke. Poof, he was put under the spell.

Now Night had a walking tank who he fully intended to cuckold. Oh how he loved getting revenge.

Unfortunately, Night did not get to spend much time enjoying his new slaves. Sweetie Belle came to the farm the morning after he got Mac to inform Night that Rarity was planning a trip to Fillydelphia.

"What? When does she leave?" He questioned the girl while he watched Applejack work from afar. Being hypnotized did not excuse the mare from her work, but she certainly seemed to put some effort into looking sexy while she did it. Tight shorts the dug into the crack of her ass and a bright green g-string which Night did not expect for her to have, with the waistband sticking out above her pants. Only one button on AJ's top was done up, which gave the stallion watching her an excellent view of her cleavage each time she bent over to drop apples into her basket. The mare kept flashing him feisty bedroom eyes and groaning in an exaggerated tone whenever she had to pick up something heavy.

"Three days. She said there's some fashion convention going on. All the big names will be there."

"Dammit...alright, she can skip the convention if I get her under in time. I'll have to change my plan a little though."

The original plan had involved Night absolutely bathing himself in one of Equestria's strongest aphrodisiacs and carrying a small box of sex toys with him into Rarity's boutique after work hours. He would have used Sweetie Belle to get in of course. Then he'd simply slip a magic-nullifying ring onto Rarity's horn and hold her down with a vibrator up her ass until the aphrodisiac overpowered the mare and she went into a sex frenzy. Night had already placed orders for all of the equipment, but it would not arrive for at least another week.

His decision to avoid Rarity like she had a deadly disease may have been a bad one. Night Sky knew virtually nothing about the mare other than what his slaves had told him and the few rumors he heard around town. The unicorn was regarded as one of the most beautiful gorgeous ponies in town so of course every other mare hated her, with the exception of her five friends. She was nearly rich and loved gems almost as much as a dragon. Nearly every outfit she made was decorated with gems, big and small. Rarity was also a very generous pony who loved to give back to her community. The mare was rich and very high-class, but "She's not a jerk like Diamond Tiara" Sweetie Belle assured him.

Night suddenly remembered Diamond Tiara, the bitchy little filly he'd given a tremendous crush on Applebloom to. He remembered her tiara, with fourteen of the rarest types of gems in all of Equestria encrusted on it. Diamonds. That was how he would get to Rarity, but first he needed to get the Tiara.

"Hey Sweetie Belle" he grinned at the little filly beside him "where is your school?"

Ponyville Highschool was not that impressive. A small building that couldn't have had more than a dozen classrooms in it. Night would congratulate them on at least looking friendly, unlike the highschool he had attended back in Manehattan. Toughlove's School For Wayward Colts was a terrible place full of ponies who Night was certain grew up to become criminals.

"Will I see you after class?" Sweetie Belle asked him. She was wearing a cute knee length skirt and pink blouse, the standard uniform for fillies at the school.

"If all goes well then yes. I'll be at the boutique tonight." He gave the little unicorn girl a smile.

"Okay! Good luck fucking my sister! I believe in you!" The girl waved goodbye to him as she ran to class and a loud bell rang right in Night's ear.

Perhaps a small highschool was a good thing. Night easily found the principals office after just one turn. Memories of sprinting through the halls of Toughlove's school played in him mind. It seemed like every twist and turn he made back in that building either led him to a dozen more choices or a dead end. Smaller schools like Ponyville's truly were a better way to go.

"Excuse me, Mister uh," He read the name on the door, Softy Harshwhinny: Principal. "Mr. Harshwhinny. May I come in?"

"Y-y-yes." A stallion on the other end said, well whispered. Whisper-yelled actually.

Night opened the door and saw a feeble little pegasus sitting behind a mahogany desk. Dark brown and balding, the short fat pony stared at Night with a hint of fear. Night noticed a gold wedding band on his finger.

"Um, hello sir. I'm Night Sky." The unicorn extended his hand to the principal, who flinched and almost toppled backwards.

"O-oh. I'm Softy Harshwhinny bu-but I guess you sort of knew that from the door."

This "stallion" was running a school full of rebellious little ponies? Night had couldn't imagine him giving a stern talking to a rule breaking colt, and he certainly couldn't picture this principal smacking a rule breaker with a ruler like his old principal did.

Night walked around the desk until he was right in front of the stallion.

"I'm not gonna feel very good about this." He informed the pony.

"W-what do yo-AAAH!"

Night dove at harsh whinny, placing his hand over the stallions mouth to muffle his girlish screams. He began charging the spell, while repeatedly apologizing to the weak, helpless pegasus.

"I'm sorrry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, aaaaaand THERE!" He removed his hand and stared down at the stallion. His pupils dilated and a tears quickly drying on his cheeks. There was no happiness for Night to gain from bewitching the pony.

"Where is Diamond Tiara?" He asked Softy while getting up from the floor.

"Ms. Cheerilee's room. Twelfth grade." The stallion responded. His stutter was gone but he still didn't speak louder than a whisper.

"Call her here."

Softy got up and pressed a button on his intercom panel labelled "Room 4". His voice was emotionless and his actions robotic.

"Ms. Cheerilee. Please send Diamond Tiara to my office."

The aftereffects of the spell had worn off by the time the bratty girl walked into the office. She looked mad at the principal, but then noticed Night Sky standing beside him.

"Oh. What do you want?" She asked in a condescending tone. It appeared that the hypnosis had not made her like him. That was fine with Night however, he only came for the tiara. But, he felt a subtle desire to check in on his earlier command.

"Just stopping by to see how things are going between you and Applebloom."

The filly's face flushed beet red and she brought a hand up to rub the back of her neck.

"Well I...I-I. Oooh I just can't help it! She's so pretty!" The filly broke out into a genuine smile and her eyes went wide. "Everything she does is just so... nice! The way she picks apples and brings them to school to share with the whole class! I wish I could be that generous."

"I think you could be generous." Night said with a grin.

"What? You really think so?"

"Yeah. You just have to give other people things and ask for nothing in return. Try it now, give me your tiara." Night held out his hand, expecting the little filly to gladly give him the expensive piece of jewelry. Instead, the girl took it off and clutched it to her chest.

"M-my tiara? But I love my tiara. Daddy had it made for me when I was a foal."

"And I'm sure he'll make you another one. Just hand over the tiara. You don't want Applebloom to think you're greedy do you?" He was surprised that the girl could fight back his spell even for just a moment, but figured it was natural that hypnosis would have a hard time fighting off greed that was ingrained in the girl since birth.

"I guess not. And Daddy did have a few spares made..."

"SPARES!?" Night's own greed was demanding that he take the family's fortune but he silenced it. First Rarity, then maybe the billionaires.

The filly held out her tiara and Night snatched it away.

"Good girl. Tell you what, I know you weren't expecting anything but I'll give you some info on Applebloom for free, because I'm generous as well." Night sat the tiara on his own head and then looked down at the girl, who waited with baited breath. "She absolutely loves the smell of another girl's panties. Especially," He leaned in close for this one "ones soaked in fillycum."

While normally Night figured information like that would have disgusted Diamond, and she probably would have started rumors around the school about the other girl's fetish, the new Diamond Tiara found it very sexy that her crush liked smelling dirty panties. The little pink filly giggled.

"Thanks Mr. Sky! Have fun with your tiara!"

"Oh I will. I most certainly will..."

There was a loud knock at Rarity's front door, which surprised the unicorn who was in her studio drawing up new designs. The Carousel Boutique closed hours ago.

"Who could possibly be at the door" She wondered.

Outside stood a dark blue unicorn wearing very simple street clothes. He had a bag in his hand that was tied shut. The unicorn was staring at her wide eyed, which was not uncommon when a stallion first met Rarity.

"Can I help you dear? She asked the stallion in her posh accent that nopony could really place the origin of. Rarity never told anyone where she got it from, she thought it made her more mysterious.

The stallion snapped out of his daze and smiled at Rarity. "Hello ma'am. I'm Night Sky from the Future Fashions division of uh... Canterlot's MARE magazine. Perhaps you've read it?."

"But of course. I've had a subscription since you first went into print, but I'm afraid I have never heard of a Future Fashions division."

"It's relatively new. Our first column will be in next month's issue. We are in charge of predicting the direction of the fashion industry so that ponies like yourself can get a jumpstart on your new line-ups."

Rarity thought that sounded genius. Having this information so far ahead of time would allow her to plan her season line-ups so much easier.

"And I'm here to tell you that the next big thing is..... diamonds!"

Rarity smile dropped. "D-diamonds you say?" She had almost every gemstone imaginable. The greenest emeralds, the reddest rubies, sapphires so blue that a pony would think they were made out of the sky itself, but diamonds were not something she had invested in. The cheaper tiny ones were practically unnoticeable on any dress she made which is why the seamstress usually swapped them out for white topaz. The much bigger diamonds costs thousands of bits each due to their allusiveness.

"Yes."

"Oh my, those are so rare and expensive. You don't happen to have any advice on gathering diamonds, do you darling?"

"I'm afraid I only know one source of diamonds."

Rarity's eyes lit up. "One is more than enough darling. Please, oh please tell me what it is!"

"It's me." The stallion pulled on the string on his bag, untying it. He then reached a hand out and produced an absolutely stunning diamond tiara.

"Why don't we continue this conversation inside."

Night was led into a room with a large table in the center. Six chairs circled it. He and Rarity took their seats at opposites end of the table and began discussing prices.

When Night first saw Rarity he was awestruck. She had an absolutely stunning coat, pure white with not even a hint of discoloration anywhere. Her purple hair flowed down her shoulders, ending it small curls. She was wearing a white pan suit and pulling it off marvelously. The white fabric clung to her every curve tightly. Speaking of her curves, Rarity had breasts that defied gravity. He could tell she had no bra on by the way that her nipples stuck out in the cold air of the night. Perhaps if her top did not cling so tightly he wouldn't have noticed. Rarity was the oldest mare in her group of friends at twenty-seven, but her body was tight and athletic regardless of her age. She had a beautiful hour glass figure, with her wide hips and breasts large enough to compete with Fluttershy.

To meet a mare as beautiful as Rarity was an uncommon event.

"Let's start the negotiations at....four thousand bits." Night said. Rarity bust out in an adorable laugh with a few snorts mixed in, but her laughter died down when she realized Night was not laughing along.

"F-four thousand? I'm sorry I just can't do that for this tiara. Maybe we could go lower? Seven hundred bits perhaps?"

Night and Rarity both knew that diamonds were not found in large numbers and consequently of interest and value, but the mare was not as rich as she made herself out to be. That was good though. It was what Night had planned for. He already had to thinking that the tiara he was holding was one of the most valuable objects in the world. If if he kept up a ferocious bidding war then eventually the mare might become desperate. A pony did not always need to be fucked in order to break their resolve. Sometimes they just had to be made desperate enough and they would succumb.

"Seven hundred bits?" Night scoffed at the fellow unicorn "That is ludicrous. Three thousand bits."

Night had never tried wearing a mare down through desperation so he really had no clue at which point he was supposed to hypnotize her. He just decided to try the spell out when she first tasted his cock.

"That's still two much. Would you be willing to go down to nine hundred bits?"

"These diamonds cost nine hundred bits each. Do you see how many diamonds are on this tiara? Fourteen! Twenty five hundred bits."

"One thousand bits."

"Are you insulting me Ms. Rarity? One thousand bits for this whole tiara? This must be a joke. Ponyville's top fashion designer can't afford a little tiara." That one hurt Night to say, and it looked like it hit Rarity hard. She was on the verge of tears, her bottom lip trembling and her eyes were beginning to water.

"I-I'm sorry. I just can't pay that much for the tiara." She cast her head down, not wanting the stallion to see her cry.

Night let out a very exaggerated sigh. This was the real home stretch. He had to get this right.

"Well, perhaps I could accept, let's say, six hundred bits. But, you'd have to make it worth my while.

"What do you mean?" Rarity picked her head up and saw that Night was very obviously ogling her breasts. "Oh."

Rarity was used to men staring at her assets, and she had learned to be fine with it. The men usually averted their gaze when Rarity caught them so as to avoid being called out for being less than a gentlestallion. Not to mention the extra revenue it no doubt generated for her. But this unicorn was refusing to take his eyes off her rather large breasts, until the mare crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm not that kind of mare sir." She told him.

"Oh of course not Rarity. You're so smart and classy. I'd never ask a pony like you for sex. Just a handjob."

It was Rarity's turn to scoff. "I refuse to resort to...to behaving like such a harlot."

"Really? That's too bad." Night spun the tiara around his finger. It was about time he caught the little mare. "Oh well, I'll just see what that fine unicorn Sassy Saddles can do for me."

Hook.

Sweetie Belle had told him all she knew about the manager of Rarity's Canterlot Boutique, including the small rivalry that the two had formed. Both mare's were attempting to create their own dress line for the coming winter.

"Sassy wants to buy it?"

"Well of course. We've already informed her about our fashion predictions. She offered us two thousand bits and so much more, but we wanted to hear from the true talent behind the boutique before agreeing to anything. Buuuut, if you don't want the tiara that badly then I'll just be-" Rarity shot up from her chair.

"Wait!"

Line.

Night couldn't keep his grin down as he watch the mare slowly walk around the table to him, carefully considering each step. He pushed his chair out, allowing the mare to get on her knees in front of him without bumping her head on the table.

"O-one 'handjob' as you say, and four hundred bits." The look in her face was difficult to place. No anger, no sickness, just a weird glazed over look as if she didn't even think she was here.

"For you gorgeous, two hundred bits, but only if you give it a little lick.

Rarity's eyes dropped to the stallions crotch. She reached a hand out and grabbed the zipper of his pants, pulling it down slowly. Her soft, delicate hands reached inside and with the deft coordination of a true seamstress, fished out his cock. It hung there, semi-erect at eye level with the white mare. She took a deep sniff of his meat and gagged.

"Blame your sister and her friends. That's how they like it." Night thought.

The unicorn wrapped the fingers of one hand around his shaft and stroked it back and forth halfheartedly. She clearly wasn't enjoying it and Night didn't like that. But he consoled himself knowing that she'd love it soon enough. She just had to swallow all that he was offering, and she was already two-third of the way there.

Slowly, Rarity extended her tongue and ran it along the underside of Night's cock. She thought he tasted disgusting. Like dirt, sweat, and...apples? There was definitely a strong apple taste on the stallion's slimy cock. Rarity did not get to question it for very long however, as Night cleared his throat in a very "Look up here" manner.

And sinker.

Night was almost afraid that he was not patient enough. That the mare would easily fight off his magic spell and have him arrested. If that did happen he could have just sent Big Mac to bust him out of prison, as he figured not even solid steel could hinder that giant stallion. Thankfully no jail breaks would be necessary, at least not then. Rarity's pupils dilated and her mouth hung ajar, a small trail of drool slowly forming at the corner. Night found it adorable to see the classy little mare drooling like a foal.

While Rarity was in a trance, Night hurried to remove his pants. Fumbling with the button and his belt. He felt a little insulted that Rarity refused to let anything but the dick she had to suck out, and would make sure that she finished the handjob in the right way. He plopped back down in his chair just in time to see the unicorn's pupils expand as she woke up.

"Oh my, what happened?" She looked in front of herself and immediately spotted Night's now fully erect member. It was standing at attention with a small trail of drool on the bottom. "Mmm, is this for me?"

This was unexpected. Rarity was planning to spend the night working on some new dress designs, but instead she found herself on her knees with a very handsome looking stallion's cock right in her face. On some level, Rarity was well aware that she was hypnotized. She wasn't an idiot. But she didn't really care. Something inside her head told her that this stallion's hard cock needed to be cared for. It was in her face, throbbing and practically begging for something to relieve the pressure. Rarity was far too generous of a pony to say no.

She quickly unbuttoned the top of her suit, letting her big tits finally drop a few inches and fill out to their regular, unrestrained size. Night Sky was staring down at the mare. She felt so dirty being watched by what was essentially a stranger. It really turned the her on. Rarity grabbed her big heavy breasts and squeezed them together, kneading the nipples with her hands and making loud moaning noises for the sake of her viewer.

Night's cock was now throbbing as he watched Rarity play with her tits, but the true pleasure came when the mare lifted the big jugs and place them in his lap, surrounding the unicorn's cock with big fat lumps of warm marshmallow-y flesh. Night groaned loudly as the mare pressed her bosom together and gave him a boobjob. She brought her heaving boobs up then slid them down, wrapping the flesh all around his cock and literally buying his junk in a mountain of mare mammary. Just when he thought it couldn't get any better, Rarity leaned forwards and licked the tip of his cock. This wasn't the gentle or hesitant licking he'd expect from her either, this was a sexually charged lick in which she bathed the head of his stallionhood in spit. Her hot breath tickled him as she licked at his dick.

This was a new experience for Night and he did not last long. He quickly blew his load without warning. Thankfully Rarity closed her eyes in time as her face and tits got pelted with streams of hot cum. The mare moaned loudly, convulsing at his feet as the cum coated her pristine white coat. Her mouth was hanging ajar, he tongue lolling out as she tried to stay up.

The act of letting a random stallion coat her face and breasts in his semen, which had a disgustingly strong scent that Rarity could not stop breathing in, proved to be too exciting for Rarity. She came on the floor at her new owner's feet without even touching her delicate marehood, and knowing that just made Rarity want to do it again.

"Are you guys done in there yet!?" A sweet little voice called out from behind a swinging door on the far side of the room.

"Yep!" Night answer.

Sweetie Belle walked into the room and Rarity turned to face her with a big smile on her face.

"Wow, you got her good Mr. Sky." Sweetie said, looking at her sister's cum covered face the same way one would look at a tasty cake behind a glass window. The little fillies eyes naturally drifted down, noticing the large amount of cum on Rarity's huge boobies, and the dark wet stain around her crotch.

Sweetie gasped. "You came in your pants? Your finely made, one hundred percent crystal empire silk. One of the most uncommon silks in Equestria that I spent three hundred bits on and you better not touch pants?" The filly did an pretty decent impression of her sister, who was too busy panting and still rubbing her breasts to care. "That's actually pretty hot. Can I have your panties Rarity? Please?"

Rarity nodded, giving Sweetie the go ahead to tear the ruined white pants off her sister before delicately slipping her silky white panties off. Sweetie held the wet piece of clothing up to her nose and breathed in the sweet smell of her sister's marecum. Rarity lazily rolled over on the ground so that she was closer to her sister before bringing a hand up to rub the girl's fillyhood through her own panties.

Night sat in his chair watching the scene play out while stroking his cock. He regretted not having much fun with Applejack, but this was clearly his second chance. He was going to make things right with he sexual gods who kept serving him up mares on a silver platter.

When he was back to full hardness the unicorn stallion stood up from his chair. "I bet Rarity would like to know what she taste like Sweetie." He said. Rarity nodded her head and opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out. She was really only half paying attention however, as her eyes remained locked on Sweetie's cunny, which was so moist that her white panties had become transparent.

"Mmm, good idea Mr. Sky."

Yes. Mr. Sky had lots of good ideas. And with the knowledge that he had three mares and their sisters under his control, he was forming a couple more good, great, fantastic ideas.

And as soon as his package arrived, he'd get to play out some of those ideas.