"You didn't feed off him." Feather Bangs seemed to come out of nowhere as I left the library. He fell in beside me and walked close enough that my wings sometimes brushed his side.

I shook my head and kept walking. "He didn't adore me." It was a simple answer to a question that hadn't been asked. The more time I spent around different ponies, the more I realized everypony had these unasked questions that were implied by what they say, but I only felt obliged to answer Feather's.

Feather Bangs tossed his mane to the side as he turned his head to look at me. "But you still had fun with him?"

Nothing could have made my smile widen as much as remembering the fun we'd had. "Yeah." Just a few years ago I would have said eeyup, but that wasn't how Sure Beat spoke, and it wasn't really how I speak. "Good fun."

Soft lips touched my cheek, and I couldn't help but savor the moment. "I was worried, Sure Beat, that you saw the life of a siren as a career. I've never had one of my fish take so long to open up. Do you have a preference for stallions?"

I hadn't thought about it before. Stallions had a lot of fun things about them, but mares were soft in ways that were sometimes nice. We walked halfway through town before I put enough of my thoughts together to answer. "I like stallions more, but mare's are still nice."

"An omnivore. Good. Where do you think we should go next?" Feather Bangs asked.

I was harnessed to the wagon and pulled it with ease. Slim and sleek, I was a creature of the air in appearance only—appearances can be deceiving. Twenty-three years growing into my siren body had boosted my physical strength beyond what my pony body—the real one and not my disguise—once carried.

Something about the pretty countryside tickled my memory. I knew this place, but couldn't pin down where in our travels I had seen it before. But it didn't matter. Feather Bangs had us headed for a town. We would feast, have fun, and move on when things seemed right.

"Sure Beat's going to find the librarian again, I will put bits on it," Stereo Mix said.

"Bet on it? No way." Glamour Trot shook his head sadly. "Sure can sniff out books better than anypony, and where there's books there's a librarian. What do you say, Sure Beat?"

Picking up on my brother's cue I lifted my nose and closed my eyes. One sniff. Two sniffs. "Smells like a mare." Three sniffs. "She's cute, no novice, but I think I have some tricks to teach her." It was a safe bet to say a librarian would be a mare. Despite my delight at playing with other stallions, the majority of librarians were mares—this is a survey I had been careful to be extremely thorough about.

Smooth Vibes looked at me with actual surprise on his face. "You can't actually tell that, can you? Is that your siren power coming through?"

Turning to look at Smooth, I sniffed just once. "Do you like books, Smooth?"

Eyes widening for a moment, Smooth Vibes didn't catch on until I waggled my own eyes back. "You naughty stallion." He trotted right up beside me and kissed my cheek. "No hard feelings, though. You're too tasty to be mad at." Which was Smooth's way of saying he wanted to eat my ass out tonight.

I wasn't opposed to the idea, of course, his tongue was amazing. I realized that in my sniffing I'd gotten another hint that I'd been here before. I inhaled again, deeper, and caught the scent of flowers spilling their pollen to the breeze. Not only did I know that it was pollen, but I knew what trees they were: pomes.

"No. But seriously. Can you really smell things that well?" Smooth Vibes asked.

Another deep breath, still walking forward with the wagon rolling behind me, and I could tell exactly what they were. "Apples. Just before the growing season. Reminds me of—" The bottom dropped out of the world. Though my legs still moved, I knew where we were.

As if the world was one big gag cued up for me, we rounded a corner and I could see Ponyville laid out before me, and in the distance was a huge castle.

"You knew we'd end up here eventually, Sure Beat." Feather Bangs' voice came from right beside me—opposite Smooth Vibes. "We've passed Ponyville six times since you've been with us. It was time we made ourselves acquainted with some of the wonderful, tasty ponies here."

I looked at the town, really looked, and could see a lot more of it than before I'd left. The town of Ponyville looked about thirty-percent bigger. I wasn't completely unknowledgeable—judging the size of a town and how long it was safe to stay there was a skill I'd been learning from a master at it. Thirty percent increase in physical size could well amount to a few hundred percent increase in population. Size and area were wildly related.

"It's bigger than when I left," I said.

Feather Bangs raised an eyebrow and looked at me. "How much bigger? Some numbers, my fish."

"When I left the population was counted at three-thousand-eight-hundred, or so—I read that in the town's census. Given the growth size I would put the population now at being closer to eight-thousand," I said.

Nodding, Feather Bangs tilted his head to the side. "And how long does that give us?"

"If we are careful, up to two months. However, there might be a Royal Guard outpost here now, with Princess Twilight's Castle being here." I squinted at the towering edifice, but we weren't close enough for me to spot anypony around it. "And if Princess Twilight Sparkle gets wind of us, we need to be gone as soon as possible—yesterday would be a good bet."

"Good. If the worst happens, you all split up and we meet in Neighagra Falls at Ms Salts' spa. This town is both important and burgeoning, we could feed as well here as in Canterlot." Feather closed his mouth and just pointed ahead.

"Market day," I said.

As we neared the outer limits of Ponyville, the sounds of a bustling town set our ears twitching. But being what we were, it wasn't just our sense of hearing that was roused by so many ponies. Feather, Stereo, Glamour, and Smooth moved through the crowd like sharks—which was not far from the truth. I was still stuck pulling the wagon, though they never drifted far from it.

Ponies I knew were dotted among the crowd—most were behind stalls selling things.

"Hey there. You picked a good day to walk into town."

I snapped my head around to see who'd called out to me, only to see Carrot Cake stepping closer. He was a tall stallion, but it was all leg. His amber coat and orange mane gave him a somewhat fiery appearance, though his namesake was apt. Carrot Cake was a baker of some of the best food in all Equestria.

"I did? It all seems so busy," I said.

Walking along, I made a point of actually looking along his body and admiring his movement, as opposed to my covert evaluation.

"Well, sure it's all busy here, but Ponyville has a lot more to offer than just the market." While he spoke, Carrot's eyes wandered over my body, and I could feel them linger in all the inappropriate places to be caught staring. "Come on this way. I can show you a good spot for your wagon and I can show you the sights."

Something was completely wrong about the situation. I was meant to be the predator, hunting out vulnerable ponies to feed on, but I'd barely done a thing—Carrot Cake was coming on to me, checking me out.

Was it a ruse? Had somepony found out about the group of sirens feeding off Equestria like a wandering tick? Part of me, the tiny part that was still a pony, almost wanted it to be true.

The wagon was barely anything, weight wise. I wasn't as strong as I used to be—I was stronger now. "Sir. You aren't trying to pry me away from my friends, are you?" Unconsciously, I put a little more sway in my hips.

Carrot Cake's eyes strayed to the side, and he spent at least fifteen seconds watching me. If he was trying to make himself bait for a siren, he was doing an excellent job of it.

"You don't seem to need much prying," Carrot Cake said. "Besides, your friends look busy."

He pointed toward Stereo Mix, who had Derpy Hooves on one side of him and Cheerilee on the other. Though I could see him talking to both, Derpy seemed to be talking the most.

Glamour Trot and Smooth Vibes had their own little circle of ponies they were talking with, and off to one side was Feather Bangs. Our eyes met, and he gave me the slightest of nods.

That settled it. There was still something that I wasn't sure of, and that Cup Cake. But the way Carrot was acting proved that he definitely didn't see any problem. For a moment I wondered how Carrot knew my brothers were with me, then it hit me—despite Ponyville growing, five strangers arriving was still unique.

"So where are we headed?" I asked.

"I thought you could put your wagon behind my shop until you find somewhere more fitting. Cute stallion like yourself shouldn't be hauling it all over town." Carrot was leading the way, I realized, for Sugarcube Corner.

Extending my senses—non invasively—I tried to take a measure of what he wanted. The answer was it's complicated. He wanted me, that was easy to understand, he wanted me the way a librarian wants a book. He wanted to own me and know everything about me. It was heady stuff, practically already adoration.

I leaned a little more firmly into the wagon's main belt, showing that I was having trouble pulling the thing—though I wasn't. "That—That'd be nice. I could use a little break from hauling this lump around."

When Carrot moved, he didn't move fast, but he had the implacable sense of force that all earth ponies had. He stepped over me, turned his head to the side and clamped his teeth to one of the poles of the wagon. Then he pulled.

He didn't say anything—not with his mouth full—but actions spoke far louder than his words could. What he was doing was showing me I wasn't up to the task, that I was too weak and small to be pulling the big wagon. By the time he stopped pulling, the wagon was beside Sugarcube Corner.

Not moving, Carrot Cake stood over me, and it didn't take much work to increase my breathing and shiver. "S-S-Sir?" I asked.

He held the position a moment longer before stepping away. "That's a good start. Why don't you come inside?" He turned around, turned his back to me, and walked in the back door of Sugarcube Corner.

A pony who wasn't turned on by his display of dominance would have beat a path out of there. Instead, I made sure to fit some chocks under the wheels of the wagon, turned toward Sugarcube Corner, and walked in the back door.

Carrot'd been waiting beside the door. He moved fast, and although my reflexes would have let me stop him, the soup of deliciousness gathering around the stallion urged me to hold still while he wrapped the collar around my neck.

I gasped the moment he finished fastening the collar in place and reached a hoof up to feel it. The collar was not for show, but it wasn't the huge, timber wolf style thing I normally liked to use on ponies.

"Got you now. Let's get you cleaned up so I can have a proper look at what I've gotten." Hooking the collar with one hoof, Carrot Cake pulled me toward the stairs. I resisted—he wouldn't want me not to—but not so much that he couldn't force me upstairs.

I was unceremoniously dumped in the bathtub, and Carrot practically took over everything. My size was such that to a big earth pony I wouldn't be too much to handle. But I wasn't what I seemed. "Why'd you approach me?"

Carrot's eyebrow rose. "You looked hungry and bored. I like playing around with stallions who are—smaller. Tell me no at any time, and we stop. Some things may become a little odd, but I promise you that it is all for the fun of it. Now tilt your head forward for me."

His tone changed in that last sentence—growing more domineering again. A shudder ran through me as his desire made him want me more. I did exactly as he asked, leaning forward and angling my head while Carrot Cake washed my mane.

Carrot's attention wasn't like Bath Salts'. When Carrot scrubbed and washed, it was with the determination of a parent whose foal had discovered fur to be an excellent chocolate storage device. When he was done with me, I was clean—if nothing else.

With the application of some towels, Carrot had me dried off. I wondered if it was all going to be like this—if he was simply into treating me as a colt—but I opened my senses to him and felt at once possessed. His aura dripped with domination, control, and pure ownership. Almost salivating at the desire in his aura, I gave the slightest push to his focus.

Adoration wasn't always the natural emotion somepony felt for another, but when I gave him the spark, Carrot Cake adored me. He adored owning me. He adored controlling me. Soon he would adore everything about me. "On your back," he said.

It was a simple enough command, and though I showed a little careful resistance at first, I did drop to my belly and then rolled to my back. It felt good to show him my belly—because it caused his adoration to flare brighter—but with my head tilted back I didn't see the thing he brought down and wrapped around my penis, but I did hear the click as it was locked in place.

"You don't get to do anything unless I let you. Understand?"

I nodded. It was the right thing to do—I knew from experience—because he hadn't let me speak.

"Good boy. If you're really good, I might take that off later." Carrot's hoof found a grip on my collar and hauled me to my hooves. Pulling me along, he led the way to the master bedroom.

Each step was strange. The thing clamped around my cock, where it looped around my heavy balls, seemed to shift just a little. I was growing hard, pushing into the restraint, but it suddenly held tight. My cock was only barely out of my sheath, barely in the grip of the device, and there was no more give in it. I whined.

Carrot tugged me around the room and before one of the dressers. "You'll get used to it, pup. Over here." He pulled me out of the way as he opened the doors.

We had a selection of sexual and bondage toys in our wagon. We had plugs and dildos, straps and bridles, but what Carrot cake had in that cabinet was a cornucopia of equipment. Bridles, various bits, more of the things that he'd clamped around my shaft, other things that looked like they would clamp over a mare's entrance.

Lifting out a pair of hobbles, Carrot wasted no time in locking one back leg in a cuff. They looked real, they sounded real, but they were toys. I figured they'd give if I tested them—and as a siren I could test them.

My next surprise came when he forced my back legs wider, then clamped the other cuff on. I tried to close my legs then, and realized the cuffs wouldn't let me.

"Exposed, pup? Any time I want to show you how much I own you, I will. How long until your friends come looking for you?" Carrot asked.

I let him lock the cuffs on my forelegs before replying. "T-T-Tomorrow."

His hoof grabbed my tail and lifted. My gasp and squeak of shock only fueled his adoration, causing it to tumble down like rain around me. I let him possess me, because he would let me feed. He wrapped my tail with something—I just stared ahead now—and then fastened that to the back of my collar.

"Not too tight, pup?"

I shook my head. It was tight, and I felt so exposed I wanted to rip free of my bindings, but with each thing he put on me the meal only grew.

Wrappings covered my wings, securing them down. Carrot was thorough in his work. But, when I felt his hoof rub under my tail, I knew what was coming.

He pushed his hoof at my ass, teasing my anus with his touch, and rubbing something all over me. Lubricant. He was preparing me for the main event.

Letting loose soft whines, I arched my spine and pushed back into the massage. His hoof explored further, even pushing into me a little to ensure the slick stuff was within me.

"I might have to buy you from your friends." Carrot Cake's hoof left me. His adoration was almost at what I assumed was its peak. He stepped forward and pressed himself to my rear.

Pressure, stretching—he was a big stallion. I whimpered and shivered as he pushed inward slowly. A stallion's first time would be a little painful, so I even put in some short-sharp gasps. This was far from my first time under a stallion, though.

With each shove of his hips, Carrot pushed more of him inside me. My body was built to accommodate, and accommodate it did. Carrot didn't have to stop until his groin was pressed to my ass.

This was it, the big moment. We weren't even an hour into the fun yet and he was already prepared to feed me as much as he could. Carrot pulled back, earning a sigh from me, then he shoved himself home again. It felt good, really good.

Each thrust made the siren in me delay my feeding a little more. I wanted to time things perfectly, get him climaxing just as I started to feed. Carrot's tempo built, and my own desire rose to meet him. I tilted my head back and looked up at the tornado of adoration, ready to start feeding.

"What are you doing?!" Cup Cake asked. Her voice was shrill, demanding, and I could hear her hooves stomp across the floor behind me. "You dirty stallion. Behind my back and with what, this slutty little stallion?"

Carrot stopped thrusting, and it was the worst kind of agony for me. "C-C-Cup? My little—"

I looked upward at Carrot's aura, and found all the adoration had shifted. He no longer desired me, instead wanting his wife.

"No. No little platitudes are going to solve this. Get on the bed and get on your back!" Cup Cake walked around me and grabbed something from the dresser. I never saw what it was, but I could take a guess when the flogger hit my rear. "And you! You will wait right there. I'm not done with you!"

Her tone shifted as she spoke to me. Less fire and brimstone, more demanding domm. It was a confusing transition, but the sting of the flogger came again, pulling me out of my focus.

"You will answer me, pup! Will you be good and wait here?" Cup Cake asked.

I nodded my head. "Y-Yes ma'am!"

The flog was back, but it was a gentle running of the handle across one ass-cheek, and then a feeling of fullness once more. I realized what she'd done when I felt the flog's strands hanging around the back of my legs—she'd shoved it into me!

Cup Cake's attention was back to her husband, and she climbed onto the bed with determined and sure steps. My meal was gone, completely stolen by the dominant mare, and all I could do was watch.

Inspiration finally hit me. She wasn't actually mad at me, she wasn't even mad at Carrot. This was a game, and this was a pair of ponies who needed a third party to participate in it.

While Cup stepped over Carrot, I watched her turn to look at me. Eye contact, and a trickle of adoration was my reward for doing as instructed. The beast inside me—now—was ravenous. It latched onto the trickle of adoration and suckled from it.

"You are going to repeat after me, Carrot. 'I will not bring sluts home and fuck them without my wife's permission.' Say it."

"I-I will not bring—bring sluts home and fu—" Carrot's voice gave out as his wife slid her body down his shaft. His eyes closed, his head tilted back, and he made a soft sound in the back of his throat. "… f-f-fuck them without my wife's permission."

"Again." Cup Cake started rocking her body slowly. Each little glance to me encouraged my inner siren on, and I had to agree that what she fed me was ambrosia. Cup Cake was an exhibitionist of the highest order, and her knowing I was bound and helpless to do anything but watch her punish her husband turned her on—made her more possessive of Carrot and me.

I shivered with each shift of her hips, and I strained inside the cage Carrot had fitted to me.

"I will not bring sluts home and fuck them without my wife's permission," Carrot Cake said. There was no adoration for me anymore, it all went to his wife.

"Again."

Over and over, Cup Cake mated with her husband, brought him to excruciating orgasm each time, then she started over. She made him repeat the chant, and kept turning to look at me each time Carrot said the word sluts, and each look fed me the precious adoration I needed.

By the time she seemed done with her husband, Cup Cake climbed off the bed and let him flop weakly to the side. "A useless husband. I'll punish you more later." Then her head turned to me. "And what to do with you? You have been good, despite Carrot's transgressions. Would you like something?"

Anything but nodding my head was out of the question. I nodded eagerly, my hunger leading my will at this point.

Cup Cake walked to the dresser and lifted out a contraption of straps that sported a large dildo. While I watched, she belted it around her waist, and between her back legs. She turned to face me, and fed me more.

I whined like the pup they'd both called me. Shuffling, I managed to turn around so my rear was to her.

Adoration flowed into me, my nature having latched onto Cup firmly enough now that she couldn't stop feeding me. She was a powerful mare, an earth pony, and she would easily stand up against the amount I was draining from her.

The feeling when she pulled out the flog handle was an aching emptiness that rivaled my hunger. I didn't care that it was just a toy, I wanted her to mount me and feed me properly.

When her hoof felt under me and checked the cage around my shaft, Cup gave it a little shake. More whines issued from my throat. I couldn't help but surrender to her game because she played it so well—she played me so well.

I was a siren, a monster that fed on ponies and bent them to my will, and right then I was completely the opposite.

Cup Cake landed on my back and shoved forward smoothly. She wasn't a stallion overtaken with lust, she only fed the oversize toy into me when she was ready—though it slid in easily enough.

A sigh of relief came from me. As Cup Cake rammed the toy home, I felt complete again. Her hips were rounded, looking soft, but she had a core of muscle that drove me to the floor again and again, pinned me in place, and stirred my desire.

Each thrust into my rear was better than the last, but it wasn't until she tilted her hips that the toy inside me struck something that turned my world white. Pleasure lanced through me. My restrained penis jumped and trembled in its cage, and suddenly began leaking. The climax was something different than normal, something that was both restrained and free. I made all the soft and needy sounds I could, and Cup just held still above me while I continued to feed on the trickle of adoration.

"Good pup. See? You get a reward when Mistress is done with her naughty stallion."

I could only nod as the mess I'd made started to soak into my fur. The feeling of emptiness was back when Cup dismounted, but she shoved the handle back into me. I managed only a little whine before she pulled something over my head, too.

"Sleep, pup. I might use you again later."

There was nothing I wanted more, at that moment, than to be used again later. I did as she commanded, lowered myself fully into the mess, and tried to sleep.

Author's Note

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