She had been right about the mirror. I’d put it up so Twilight could watch when I fucked her on the table. It had seen some use, but honestly it drew more attention than it needed. I decided that first thing tomorrow, I’d task her to help with redecorating the play room.

I sipped my drink, eyeing her body as she glared at me angrily.

Her attitude needed adjustment, and that would take time, but her obedience was satisfactory. Eventually she’d become more tolerant of my advances until she was as compliant as Twilight. Until then, I decided to make do with what I had; making corrections to her behavior as I went.

While I still wasn’t convinced that I’d needed her services as a head decorator immediately, I was sure I’d make somewhat regular use of her in this other capacity for the time being. After all, she was on the payroll now. There was no reason not to put her to work immediately.

I licked my lips as I watched her. She was laser focused on working, even though just moments ago she’d been choking on my cock. Rarity was appraising the room, muttering to herself about drapes and lighting as her gaze drifted from one corner to another and then back again. She was obviously still recovering from our encounter, but she was diligently on task. While I was still undecided on her, I could utilize that level of dedication to craft.

Even though Rarity was acting sour, Twilight was certainly enjoying herself. I swallowed my energy drink as I watched her intently. Twilight’s eyes were glazed over, and she kept blinking furiously as the Sybian violently vibrated. Her undulating body glistened and the table seemed to glow from magic in gentle pulses with her gyrations while her back arched obscenely. She was desperate to cum, mindlessly shivering with each fruitless thrust of her hips, and I was satisfied that her punishment was working appropriately.

I placed my empty glass on Spike’s platter, and motioned for Rarity to do the same as Twilight whimpered desperately in the background. I could smell both of them, Rarity’s thick scent heavy on my snout while Twilight filled the room with the scent of her sex. My cock was still rock hard; I’d have cum the moment I buried my face in Rarity’s cunt if it wasn’t for Twilight’s spell. The need for release had built up tremendously, but my will was stronger for the moment. I was going to play with her more before I had Twilight break the spell so I could finish.

Twilight’s willpower, though, had clearly broken. I always enjoy taking her to her limit, and watching her crawl over it into the land of failure. Seeing the confident and powerful princess degenerate into a shivering, broken mess was, and still is, one of my favorite past times. Cracks occasionally sounded in the room like tiny firecrackers from her uncontrollably sparking horn while her mouth hung open as she mindlessly drove herself onto the silicone rod with which she was impaled. Her wings hung limply at her side, shivering occasionally every time her horn sparked. She still oozed the power of a princess, that frightful and terrible presence that had scared me near to death once, but she had no mind left to use it. She was pacified, like a violent beast that had learned to heel.

I smiled, licking the sticky remnants of Rarity’s cunt off my upper lip. I’d teach that one to heel as well.

“Spike, get us six more drinks. Put a pinch of sugar to each. Ensure you wash the glasses to my specifications. I’ll punish you for allowing the drinks to get dirty when you get return.” I spared him a glance. His hands were shaking, and his cock was leaking. I noticed his cheeks were wet, and his eyes were glassy. It occurred to me that he’d been crying. His distress amused me, and I chuckled at the thought of him being that afraid of his punishment–I’d never pushed the drake to tears before.

He glanced at me with a strange hurt in his eyes, then back at the glasses. I almost didn’t hear his whispered answer. “Yes, Sire.”

I ignored him, and focused back on the mare of the hour. “Rarity, Step up on the table. I promised Twilight we’d make you cum until you passed out.”

She froze, glancing back at me with a slight scowl, then quickly back at Twilight. “And how will you do that, Sire?”

“We’re going to experiment a little. Tell me, Designer, how did it feel when I spread your cunt with my tongue?”

She glanced downward. “It hurt, Sire.”

I chuckled. She had been dry to start. “But after a while you started to enjoy it, didn’t you?”

She shivered. “Yes…”

I glared at her angrily. She forgot my honorific. I’d have to hurt her again. “Is that how you address me, Designer? And I believe I ordered you onto the table.”

Her answer was slow, and she kept her eyes on the ground as she slowly climbed up the table to stand next to Twilight. “No, Sire.”

I watched closely, noting her modesty as she climbed. I didn’t manage to sneak a peek at her glistening goods at all as she expertly maneuvered her tail in-between my eyes and her backside. “You’ll answer for that transgression later. For the moment, I’m going to ask you a simple question. Do not answer thoughtlessly.”

She nodded, risking a glance up. I could see anger boiling under her features. Earlier, I’d calmed her by putting her into a trance, but I’d since riled her up again. Hypnotism was like that. I couldn’t control her emotions for very long if I kept pushing her, but that didn’t matter. Her anger was not my problem. I only cared if she was obedient, and we both knew she would be.

If she started to get out of hand again, I’d simply put her in another trance. I knew how to keep my toys in line.

Twilight moaned in the background as the crystal table softly glowed purple, providing a poignant ambiance for Rarity and I. At the time, I thought it was just reacting to Twilight’s mindless magic overload. If I’d known what she’d actually done, I would have punished her severely. I wouldn’t have stopped her, mind you.

Only punished her.

“Now… Tell me what specifically made you cum earlier?” I hummed, knowing the answer already. I’d implanted the order into her earlier, but Rarity wasn’t allowed to realize that. She’d cum whenever I wanted her to. Back then the order was weak and took time, but eventually it would work like clockwork. For instance, I’d be demand she orgasm for exactly 40 seconds during her 1 minute break, and clean herself up in the last 20 seconds. It would eventually became an excellent de-stressor and a highly efficient use of her break time. I wouldn’t even have to tell her face to face, I’d simply put it on her schedule. Admittedly, that was much later for her.

Rarity thought for a moment before reluctantly answering. “Your… attention did, Sire.”

I smiled leaning on the edge of the table as I lowered my voice. “Then attention you will get.” I rapped a hoof on the table. “Now, raise your tail and turn around. From here on out, don’t you ever try to hide your cunt from me again.”

She widened her eyes, momentarily surprised at my suddenly threatening tone. “I… Yes… uh… Sire.” Slowly, she turned around and lifted her tail, revealing herself to me once more. This time I watched as her now ragged tail slipped to the side and her dock gracefully lifted. Strands of thick, sticky fluid that I could only assume was a mixture of my spit and her juice connected her dock to her cunt. It matted the hair in her tail into thick wet lengths that soaked through the underside.

Her legs were also wet, utterly soaked by her cunt, and splattered messily all the way down to her fetlocks where they were only slightly damp. I sniffed the air, and remembered her taste. She had been pleasant to lick, her skin was especially delicate and soft, but her taste wasn’t delicious like Twilight’s.

If I was addicted to any part of Twilight, it was her cunt. The faint taste of grapes was something I dreamed about, and I’d occasionally touch it just to feel it when we were about the palace together. She no longer acted surprised or confused when I did, instead leaning gently into me and allowing me to use her as I please, even if it was for just a few moments of touching her intoxicating flesh. I suppose it’s part of being a princess, her magic enhances everything about her.

Rarity coughed, and her anus flexed. “Sire, as much as I loathe continuing, your eerily silent gaze is deeply unsettling.”

That was right. She had commented earlier that I stare just a little too long at ponies sometimes, hadn’t she? I’d have to be more careful about that, so that others don’t notice. “This is my attention. Twilight doesn’t complain. You should enjoy it.”

Even before I trained Twilight, when we had a more traditional relationship, she’d never minded my staring. She’d never once complained or commented on it. I wondered if she had been acting polite, or merely hadn’t noticed due to her poor social skills.

Rarity shuffled nervously on her hooves. Her tail twitched and I watched as she slowly grew more aroused again. Before, I’d made my desire for her to cum clear by shoving my face in her cunt. This time, I was indirectly telling her what I wanted. In a way, I was testing the limits of my control and the commands I’d given her. Would the implication that I wanted her to cum, without direct action or a direct order, be enough? I knew she wasn’t an exhibitionist. Without my commands, my unnerving gaze would be drying her up.

Instead she was slowly growing wetter, her already pink and puffy lower lips slightly swelling and flexing. I watched her, my attention quietly focused on her swelling pussy as she nervously shifted her weight from one side to the other. I heard her softly whine in protest, but ignored it. Seconds passed in silence, then minutes, then a few more minutes. Her shifting weight became rythmic, and soon she was flexing herself in time with her shifting. Her tail swayed, careful to not obstruct my vision as her dock began to twitch.

Twilight shuddered again, and the table grew even brighter. Spike coughed. He’d come back at some point.

Rarity squeaked, panic rising in her voice as she strained her neck to look back at me. Her eyes were wide, and confused. “What the ...?” She blinked, gasping as her vaginal muscles visibly clenched,”Ooh. Oh my…” To my delight, she opened her eyes and took a few heavy breaths, “What’s going on?”

I took a deep breath as well, inhaling the scent of sex that permeated the room from both mares. “It looks like you’re about to cum.”

Her clit started to twitch, and her tail stretched frantically, but she kept doing her slight rhythmic bouncing. Her voice was frantic and confused. “No... Why?”

I didn’t answer, I just watched while ignoring my painfully throbbing dick as it begged for attention.

Rarity began to struggle, her body wiggling as she fought against restraints that weren’t there. “No… I will not! This is not!” She grunted” Ooh! Oh… Oh please… Oh no…” She glanced over her shoulder, frantically looking at me, then at Spike. Her eyes widened in alarm when she saw him and she shouted much more emphatically. “No! I wont!”

To my surprise, she almost lowered her tail. After brief moment of straining and grunting, it sprung immediately back up like a young willow in spring.

Sobs wracked her as she began to thrust her hips in time with her gentle shifting motion, her response now a panicked scream as she fought for breath. “Please… Don’t watch!…” She grunted, shivering and drawing out the noise as she fought against herself, “Ugh…!” her pussy flexed and glistened. “No! Don’t watch me!”

She stared forward, lifting her head to look straight up. I glanced from her quivering pussy to the tacky mirror and saw her eyes opened in a wide and terrified panic as she stared a thousand lengths into the ceiling. Even though her eyes were open, I doubt she saw anything as she came.

Rarity’s scream reached a crescendo and she froze with her back arched and her eyes glued on the ceiling. Her tail strained as high as it could, and her back hooves grew damp as a her ejaculate ran down her legs to pool around them. “Don’t… Wahaaaa!”

My member throbbed as her pussy clenched over and over again, with nothing to squeeze on.

I shook from pure glee. Her body was beautiful, and now it was mine. All those wet squelches, all that soft, quivering flesh, the finely groomed fur, the perfect mane, the wet and clenching anus, all of it was mine. If it wasn’t for Twilight’s spell, I would have came right there with her.

Rarity lowered her head and took a deep breath, her pussy still quivering. She couldn’t form a sentence, but she tried anyways, a question started and then abandoned just as quickly. “Why…”

Twilight moaned again, long and loud while the table glowed almost violently purple, but I didn’t look. If I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought she’d came as well.

I licked my dry lips, my voice shaking from excitement. “Did you like that?”

Rarity sucked in a breath, before looking over her shoulder to answer me. Her face was flushed a deep red, with hot tears streaking down her cheeks. “No… No I did not. That was awful.”

I shivered. She was my plaything, and it was time to play. “That’s… unfortunate. Because tonight you are going to do that again, and again.”

She swallowed and blinked fresh tears down her face, seemingly not hearing me. “Pardon me?”

I frowned. “You need to be punished, remember? And you haven’t been calling me ‘Sire’ when you speak. That was incompetence, and now you will suffer for it. You are going to stand on that stage and masturbate for me. You are going to use your your hooves, your magic, some of our toys, and maybe even Twilight to make yourself cum. You are going to do this until it hurts, and then you are going to do it some more.”

Her eyes narrowed in a confused fury. “What the buck is wrong with you?”

I ignored her. “You didn’t say Sire again. You will keep doing this until I am satisfied you’ve been punished enough, or until you pass out. Once I’m satisfied with your performance, I am going to put you in Twilight’s maid outfit and fuck you to my content. And you know what?”

She stared at me in silent disgust.

“You’re going to be happy when I fuck you. You are going to be ecstatic when I finally fill your cunt with my cum, because it will mean that it’s over for the night.”

Rarity’s eyes peeled back in horror, or perhaps disgust.

“That’s your punishment. Do make sure you shout out ‘Sire’ when you cum. We need to correct your incompetence, after all.” While I was going to enjoy her punishment, it was superficially meaningless if she didn’t learn anything.

Utter confusion was all she had for a few moments, before she finally repeated herself. “What the buck is wrong with you?”

I shrugged. “You didn’t say ‘Sire’. It’s ‘What the buck is wrong with you, Sire’. Now get to it. Start with your hooves. I want to see how a proper lady handles herself.”

She pursed her lips tight in an apparent desire to stay quiet as she leaned forward, jutting her ass up in the air while she reached under her body. Her chest rested on the table while her hooves reached between her back legs and began to stroke at her still dripping cunt. She turned her head away from me, focusing deliberately and silently on the wall. I didn’t care, I wasn’t interested in her eyes or voice.

The table glowed, and Twilight moaned again.

“Spike, it’s your turn to be punished.”

He answered swiftly, if quietly. “Yes, Sire.”

I hadn’t punished Spike in a while, he’d been relatively competent lately. Certainly not as disobedient as Twilight, and he didn’t need to be completely trained from scratch like Rarity. However, he had made a mistake, and mistakes must be corrected. I wasn’t going to let him off lightly.

“Spike, my cock is going to be sore. I’ll need to properly relax while I watch.”

He looked confused. “Sire, you didn’t like my mouth or claws last time we tried them.”

I smiled. He had an impeccable memory. His teeth had made me nervous, and his claws were simply too rough. “Correct. Now, put the drinks down, then bring the comfortable chair and some lube over here.”

He quickly complied. I usually ignored Spike. The drake was always my most obedient doll, and rarely needed my attention. I’d just assumed he had been trained while serving Twilight, and now he served me. Some creatures, even dragons, are just born servile.

I watched Rarity playing with herself while I waited for Spike. Her technique was entrancing. I couldn’t help but compare her to Twilight, and noted how much softer and more delicately she spread her folds. Twilight always attacked her cunt with near on violence, and sometimes actual violence, but Rarity was moving gracefully and hardly touching herself at all. Even so, she was practically leaking like a faucet. Clearly, her method worked. I decided to have Rarity and Twilight try each others techniques, at some point. I was sure Twilight would be curious as well, at least when she could think again.

Spike brought the chair and quickly placed it. I eased backwards into it, relaxing like a king in his throne. My cock was stiffly sticking upwards, but I’d deal with it later. As I watched Rarity’s graceful movements on the now glowing table, I sighed in contentment.

She was a rude bitch, but she’d grow more polite in time. Certainly she was a worthy acquisition. I mused over how often I’d alternate between her and Twilight, before realizing that Spike was quietly waiting his punishment. Without averting my eyes from Rarity’s wonderful display, I gave the dragon prince his orders.

“Spike, you will be my foot rest. Get on all fours, and face away from me.”

He was quick to comply, crawling like a beast before me.

“Good. Now, We’ll spend the night watching your princess and your friend as they writhe for me.”

Spike muttered, “Yes, Sire.”

I lifted my hooves, putting one on his back, and covering the other in lube. He didn’t flinch, or even look back when I slipped the lubed hoof under his tail. Spike was always so obedient.

The night was long, and that was probably the night I took his virginity, but honestly I can’t remember.

Author's Note

I figured I should post something. Have a half edited and half complete chapter! Probably just gonna move past this chapter. Might come back to it later.