The white-furred creatures shoved Dusk through the rather unassuming metal door they’d just opened. The Prince of Friendship's wings were bound, ankles were shackled, and arms chained behind his back, not to mention the black horn limiter, so he fell into the room on his face.

He’d seen what the room he was locked in moments later had in store for him, though. Well, the room itself was small, but not Spartan; just a canopied bed, and a dresser as furniture, and two other doors, presumably for a closet and bathroom. The mare on the bed, though, would have been plenty foreboding even if she weren’t wearing only black underwear, long gloves and stockings.

Dusk got to his knees while Tempest Shadow got off the bed.

“I trust I’ve given you enough time to accept your defeat,” the broken horned, toned mare said as she came around and stood over Dusk. “You are supposed to be the smart one.”

Despite his fear, Dusk turned his muzzle up from her soaked, musky crotch to look her in her eye.

“You want me to be your fucktoy,” he said without accusation, only understanding.

The red mare smirked and held up his chin with two fingers.

“Gotta find some use for you alicorn’s sexy bodies once your magic’s all gone. And since Storm King’s straight as an arrow…”

Dusk turned his head away against Tempest’s fingers, telling her she didn’t need to go into the details of what they planned to do to…

Cadence, Celestia, Luna…

Dusk imagined them all as sex slaves to Storm King. He’d done debaucherous things with each one of them more than once, but the thought of any of them being violated and reduced to trophies like he had many times before… he almost wished the Storm King would keep them as statues to spare them that.

Tempest’s initial anger at Dusk’s slight sign of defiance was dissipated when she saw his expression.

“I take it you realize that I’m the only friend you’ve got left, Prince,” Tempest taunted, then took a step back and began unclasping her bra. Dusk looked up when her perfectly rounded orbs- just about the only loose flesh on her muscled body- bounced free. He did it not out of arousal, though, for he was more than accustomed to the female form at this point. He just wanted to look her in the eye going forwards.

“What you went through was awful, but is this really what you want?” Dusk asked, recalling her song to him an hour before. “Every creature to be afraid of you? I promise that I’ll--”

“Is that how alicorns show fear?” Tempest asked sarcastically threw her bra to the side... Dusk was confused until he realized where she was looking and noticed a feeling in his crotch he’d previously been too distracted to feel. "My horn may be broken,” Tempest said, sliding her dark panties off to reveal a smooth, red, puffy pussy. “But I can see yours is working just fine.”

Duck looked down at the bulge forming underneath his dirty jeans. He thought about trying to calm himself down, but he knew from experience there was no point when there was a horny, naked mare in front of him, regardless of her moral alignment.

I can, however, control how I behave. I won’t bow to her.

Tempest’s panties dropped to her feet, and Dusk looked up again, getting an eye and muzzle full of her practically throbbing snatch.

“Most of the Storm King’s subjects, which currently includes all of Equestria, would kill to be my stress reliever. So why don’t you put that pretty-colt mouth--”

“No,” Dusk said plainly, cutting her off and actually eliciting a cocked eyebrow from her. “If you want me, you’ll have to take me.”

Dusk had barely finished his declaration of defiance before her knee smashed into his chin. His jaw ached, and his world swam, and she’d kicked him in the chest, onto his back before he had a chance to react.

As his vision cleared up, he watched the red mare step over to straddle him with her long, muscular legs. From his position on the floor, she could do just about anything to him, sexual or otherwise. A part of him just wanted to lie still and let her rape or torture him; he’d endured it before, and there was obviously nothing he could do.

No. As I said, you’ll have to steal it.

The purple alicorn grimaced and tried to tuck his legs in, ready to kick her and bring his hands in front to defend himself. But before he even got a chance to truly test his earth-pony strength and preexisting musculature against Tempest, he saw her horn spark red.

Dusk barely had time to mentally brace himself before the lightning shot through him. He’d been electrocuted before, but Tempest’s blast of unfocused magic made him feel like every cubic inch of his body was getting slapped, burned, and blown apart at once while nails were being driven into his spine.

The purple alicorn cried out and spasmed in his restraints, then the charge ended as quickly as it had come, and he went limp, his senses in a haze.

Guessing from Dusk’s drooling, dazed expression that he’d gotten the point (no pun intended), Tempest pivoted around so her taut but large ass faced his head. Dusk blinked himself back to lucidity and felt control of his sore body returning just in time for her to drop her flank onto his face.

Dusk gasped and shouted as his world was crushed and enveloped by the twin orbs of muscle and fat. He instinctively straightened his bent legs, and the added weight on top of him furtherer pinned his cuffed arms under the small of his back. Underneath her, his muzzle felt the ring of her bunghole, and his lips kissed the juices from her pussy.

“Up to your royal standards?” Tempest chided. “Could’a had my cunt, nice and loving,” Tempest continued and ground her smothering ass against his face until she could feel her hole pressed up against his gasping lips. “But now you’ll make a meal of my ass, or I’ll show you some real voltage!”

Dusk was going to try to shake her off- if only so he could breathe again- before he heard her threat.

Worse than that? That’ll tear me apart!

A moment passed. It felt long for Tempest, but longer for Dusk because he was contemplating his options or lack thereof.

It doesn’t matter what I think of her or how many times I've done this; she’s holding all the cards. She can torture me. Maybe even kill me. But if I submit to her, I can avoid that while giving up relatively little, objectively speaking. And she’s not stupid, but making her happy might just give me a chance to escape or do something.

Tempest was about to make good on her threat when Dusk stuck out his tongue, getting a taste of hot but thankfully clean flesh, and let his experience take over.

Tempest’s face smirked and body twitched as she felt his warm, wet tongue lap back and forth across her anus. A good start, but she’d decided to hold out on her decision to make him her permanent colt-toy.

Breathing through his nostrils, Dusk prodded Tempest’s rectum with his tongue, feeling its elasticity. The last of his haze had faded, but underneath the evil mare’s ass didn’t feel like a proper world he’d returned to. Just like Celestia had taught him (he tried to imagine he was doing this with his mentor, who he hoped to see in the flesh again), Dusk swirled his tongue around her anus and periodically prodding her, figuring she wouldn’t like it if he just forced his way in. Sure enough…

“Oh, experienced little Prince, huh? I guess I know how you made so many filly-friends.”

Dusk took this as permission to push his tongue into her anus as far as it would go. Tempest gave off a very un-warrior-like coo as his long tongue slid against the sensitive inside of her ass.

“This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship!”

Despite being smothered in (literally) warm flesh, Dusk’s dragon-cock was on the rise inside his jeans again. He felt a pang of worry, realizing that this cruel mare was about to be staring his pant-tent in the face. But he tried to bury the thought as he swirled his tongue around her tight ass and slid it in and out.

Tempest bit her lip at the feeling of the muscular appendage worming around inside her, sending pings of pleasure through her groin so that she was leaking on Dusk’s shirt. She looked over her shoulder but saw only a few purple hairs, and so laughed. She never trained with sex in mind, but it had undoubtedly provided her an incredible body.

Looking forward again as her pussy began to really heat up, she saw that a mountain, not a tent, was forming in her new toy’s pants. It was this, of all things, that reminded her that it was Dusk Fucking Shine: Prince of Friendship currently eating her ass; she was so dominant, she’d forgotten. But now, she was going to take full advantage.

“That’s a solid B-plus on your first test to be my faithful fucktoy,” Tempest said, then leaned forward, going from her feet to her knees, pulling her ass off Dusk’s tongue, though the heat of her ass lingered on his face. “Time for the final exam.”

Dusk wasn’t surprised when Tempest undid his fly and then ripped his jeans down the middle, allowing his boner to spring up into the air. Just like how Tempest’s cunny was now soaking his shirt, he was leaking pre, despite not being fully hard yet.

The alicorn expected a blowjob at first. When Tempest stood up, allowing her snatch to drip down onto him from up high, he figured she was going to mount him. Despite everything, the pain from the shock still hadn’t entirely faded, so he knew better than to resist, and he really didn’t think there was much a lover or rapist could do to surprise him.

That was, until Tempest walked down his legs, turned around, and lifted them by the manacles.

What? Is she gonna peg me or… oh, crap.

Dusk realized the position Tempest wanted. He’d read about it but never seen, let alone performed it (or, he supposed, had it performed on him).

His heart skipped two beats when Tempest’s horn crackled with magic again. But instead of shock him, the lightning went to his storm-army ankle shackles, and they fell to the floor with a loud thud. Before he could think of kicking the red mare, though, her muscular arms spread his legs and bent his knees while continuing to lift him up until only his upper back and head was still against the floor, and she could step over him and practically sit her ass on top of his.

The position was far from comfortable for Dusk, but he had no time to adjust before Tempest circled her left arm around his leg, keeping it pinned against her warm breast, and grabbed his girth with her gloved fingers.

“Get up here,” Tempest said as she pulled his cock upward and further positioned them both. Thankfully, Dusk’s cock was rather flexible despite his size, so he didn’t feel like Tempest was snapping it off when she angled it vertically. Still, Dusk winced, both from the pain of being forced upside-down and blood rushing to his head and from dread and shame of what she was about to do while he could do nothing to stop her.

But why am I complaining? I’m getting fucked by a hot, dominant mare while Equestria’s being conquered and my friends… Maybe she’s right, and this is a mercy.

Tempest had to take a small jump up to get above the alicorn’s penis. She fell back down and angled it beneath her to spear herself on the warm, dark purple flesh and actually cried out in shock as pain as it penetrated her. Truth be told, she’d never done this position, nor taken anything as big as her new alicorn toy, and it hurt.

At first. She grabbed his ankle again and slid down his pole, and the foreign invader slowly became a welcome addition filling her to the brim. It took a second for Dusk’s shock and discomfort to turn to pleasure as well. But even in this position, Dusk’s cock recognized a warm, wet, tight cunt, and put a glow throughout his nethers.

Never one to rest on her laurels, Tempest began pumping on him before she was even two-thirds down. At first, she was slow and somewhat gentle, but only to get used to the feeling of his fuckslab sliding up and down inside her, pounding her every inner nerve. She gradually increased pace and strength, each drop-down painfully compressing Dusk’s lower half in contrast with his upper half that was reaping the benefits of a strong mare doing all the work during full penetration.

The simultaneous, rhythmic pain and pleasure became drowning for the alicorn quickly. His mouth hung open and eyes rolled around in his head, only seeing a red and purple blur jumping up and down on him while he was assaulted by a force slowly pushing, pulling, and crushing him towards orgasm. Indeed, Tempest’s inner muscles were as strong and the rest of her, and once she’d gotten used to the sensation, she complimented her pounding with her practiced skills of wringing.

Her body started to leak sweat. She looked down at the purple alicorn’s dazed expression and chuckled between deep breaths.

Even weaker than I expected. Maybe he’s not even worth keeping around; he’s so easy. No! I’ll be the only one to do this to the Prince of Friendship. And no way I’m giving up this cock.

Tempest bit her lip hard and forced herself to pick up the pace. The further increase in stimulation was actually enough to cause Dusk to focus again, and despite everything, he felt his balls churning in response to the pumping and milking of his cock. And maybe it was from being raped in this position, perhaps it was merely a response to getting raped by some creature for the first time that would never fully go away, but the alicorn felt a tinge of shame.

Still, he didn’t hold back. After another half-minute of getting pressed, pony-handled, and fucked, Dusk’s balls shot his load straight upwards as Tempest hilted him. The pleasure of the orgasm was finally enough to drown out the pain of his position while it lasted. His signature fuckslab shot his signature powerful load straight up into her, past her cervix, and into her womb, where it pooled. The red mare had actually been hoping to come first (and possibly exclusively), but the attack of burning hot, thick alicorn fuck-muck against her every inside wall easily defeated her defenses, and a wave of bliss washed over her as well.

Conqueror and trophy continued to shoot their juices against each other for some time, and Tempest allowed her own tongue to loll out as she kept squeezing him with her vaginal muscles. She wanted to keep the bull and his slag inside her forever. She would keep him forever. His greatly extended lifespan did not even cross her mind at the moment. She wouldn’t even be able to bear keeping him in her bedroom; she’d drag him around on a leash when not on missions and take him whenever and wherever she fancied. And if any creature saw that as a sign of weakness, she’d show them how she’d conquered him and all the other alicorns. And besides, she’d have her horn back and her revenge on her home country soon; she could afford to loosen up a bit.

Down below, Dusk felt the offerings he was giving up to the cruel goddess in the sky taper until he was finished. The post-orgasm glow didn’t last long, though, and he soon became lucid enough to be painfully aware of the bulging veins in his head and worsening pain in his neck.

He looked up at Tempest, who he felt squeeze him one last time, then opened her eyes and let go of his ankles.

Dusk’s cock fell out of Tempest, and his legs and butt thudded against the floor. His cock and lower shirt were splashed with a good gallon of combined juices a second later. The alicorn was a mess, and he felt like it. Tempest’s returning smirk as she stood over him told him she thought so, too.

While the red mare took a second to admire the view, Dusk asked himself several questions, some serious, some rhetorical, but all with a tone of defeat.

What’s she gonna do next? Why couldn’t I have beaten her back in Canterlot or in the town? Why did I have to screw over the Hippogryphs and abandon my friends?

“Well? How do I stack up to the sycophant sluts of your harem?” Tempest asked, then scraped up a bit of love juice off her crotch with her finger and put it in her mouth.

Tempest’s words re-ignited anger within the alicorn.

“Rot in Tartarus.”

The red mare, evidently valuing retribution over her a second round anytime soon, kicked her foot into Dusk’s balls. She didn’t kick as hard as she could, but pain and nausea shot through the alicorn, and he jerked upright, then fell back down, wishing he had his hands free to cup his agonized genitals.

“That’s not very friendly,” Tempest responded with her hands on her hips.

The red mare then turned around and walked to the room’s singular, small window. Pulling the curtains aside, she looked out over the landscape unmistakably middle-Equestrian, meaning they were close to Canterlot.

“We’ll be in Canterlot in an hour,” she said and turned back around as Dusk rolled onto his side. “So I’ll have a full horn, and you’ll have a useless one in two. Then I bet I’ll have taught you all the friendship lessons you need to know in four.”

Though he felt close to vomiting, Dusk looked up at Tempest with a scowl hidden by his pain and exhaustion.

Starlight, Trixie, Sunset, Discord, Thorax… Could I save you?

“Is this attire really necessary to learn friendship?” Tempest Shadow, AKA Fizzlebop Berrytwist (though she denied that as her true name), asked the alicorn and pegasus leering at her.

Said attire could barely be called lingerie. It was a breast-less, crotchless black brassiere. It, plus the gloves, stockings, and a choker with two separate loops of pears on either end, completed the red mare’s visual transformation from warhorse to breeding mare.

“Yeah!”

“Of course.”

“Totally!”

Dusk and Rainbow Dash assured Tempest as she stood scantily clad, hands on hips, in one of the Castle of Friendship’s libraries.

And she thought I was naive, Dusk thought to himself, stifling a smirk, before continuing.

“Your body’s nothing to be ashamed of, and if you’re up for it, and the other pony’s up for it--”

“Bow-chicka-wow-wow!” Rainbow Dash completed with a slight jerk of her hips.

Dusk gave the eager pegasus a nervous look, but Tempest began feeling her breasts.

“I’ve… I’ve never had consensual sex before,” she admitted. “It was always a soldier I had to order or someone I’d conquered.”

Tempest looked up to Dusk to see the frown she expected. But the fact that a frown was all she was getting after what she’d done to him and tried to do to his homeland; any suspicion that she was being taken advantage of by a mentor again was buried under her shame and gratitude.

“I guess I was just so used to seeing every creature as my enemy.”

“And that makes you a fucking bitch,” Rainbow Dash replied. Dusk was about to scold the pegasus for her honesty before she sauntered towards Tempest.

Tempest cautiously pulled her arms back to allow Rainbow Dash to cup her left breast and run two fingers along her lower lips. Dusk saw the red mare shiver at the pegasus’s practiced touch.

Rainbow Dash followed up by gently kissing Tempest and snaking her tongue inside. Dusk’s member had been rigid since Tempest exited the bathroom, but his wings shot out at the sight in front of him.

Dusk walked around the two mares while Rainbow Dash began licking and kissing Tempest’s neck and swirling her fingers around the red mare’s cunnie to really get her juices pouring. Dusk did it in part to get around to an unoccupied part of Tempest’s perfect flesh, but he was also nearly dumbstruck by the sight of Rainbow Dash, one of his closest friends-with-benefits, effectively dominating a mare he’d seen as unstoppable since Canterlot. What it meant to him, he wasn’t totally sure, but he came around behind Tempest, getting a perfect view of her ass as it twirked in response to Rainbow Dash’s ministrations.

Dusk smiled.

“We’ll start with us,” Dusk further clarified the procedure of this friendship lesson. He then began undoing his fly. “Then maybe send out invitations to Ponyville and the other palaces. If you’re ever uncomfortable, we’ll stop.”

The alicorn dropped his pants to the floor, then approached, eyes fixed on the orfice he was already quite familiar with.

Tempest only gave a moan.

Author's Note

Based on two separate works from TwistedScarlett that I can't show here.