A warm spring breeze continued to tickle the boys exposed (furless) arms as the sun set across sweet apple orchards. As it did in the pony world, the Apple family’s property seemed to stretch forever. The open acreage provided both boys, or rather, men, the privacy to be together outside and talk about their strange lives.

“So where are they now?” the man they’d decided to call “Sci-Dusk” during situations like this, asked his doppelganger as they walked between apple trees, continuing their aimless walk that was coming close to an hour.

“Silver Shoals,” Dusk responded with a slight shrug. “Officially.”

Dusk was about to elaborate before Sci-Dusk cut him off.

“I still can’t believe it. Principal Celestia and Luna; principals in a no- relatively obscure town- are goddesses--”

“They’re just creatures with remarkable powers and wisdom,” Dusk took control of the conversation back. He could easily observe that Sci-Dusk still hadn’t moved through the “flustered fancolt” stage of development and thus needed mentorship as well as friendship. If both boys weren’t so distracted by their conversation, they might have heard the approaching footsteps behind them.

“Just like you,” he put his arm on Sci-Dusk’s shoulder.

“Yeah, but, I mean…” Sci-Dusk stammered, but Dusk knew the gist of his following words already. “You’re a prince from a world where what my geode can do is normal. I can’t get wings. This country doesn’t have monarchs.”

“No,” a voice that nearly stopped Dusk’s heart, but Sci-Dusk didn’t recognize.

Before either of them could look, though, there was a loud popping, and two needles stabbed into their flesh. Dusk was hit in the neck, and Sci-Dusk the arm. And no sooner were the sharp prongs inside than both bodies exploded with pain. Sci-Dusk let out a yelp, and Dusk wanted to scream as well, but all his organs, especially those around his neck where he’d been hit, felt like they didn’t exist.

“Just a second amendment.”

Both boys dropped to the grass limp, landing in positions to get skewed, hazy looks at their attackers. Sci-Dusk’s glasses were left askew on his face.

Two women were holding fired tasers behind them. Dusk blinked a few times, his mouth full of foam, and saw who they were.

One was a purple-haired woman in a multi-colored punkish outfit.

Aria Dazzle.

The second woman detached her taser’s cartridge then stepped towards them. Her muscular body in a dark blue leather jacket, red complexion, hair, and eye scar showed her as Tempest Shadow, or at least her human counterpart.

Who I never redeemed.

Dusk had decided to come back to this world after his coronation, partly to see his friends here again but partly to learn how Sci-Dusk's life was playing out. He’d briefly considered the existence of his various enemies’ counterparts, but it never occurred to him that they could be half as dangerous without magic.

Sci-Dusk, however, was even more confused than his counterpart despite his messes glasses that made everything distant a blur. He’d never seen these women before. What had he done to them? What did they want with him or Dusk?

Tempest grinned and yanked on the taser’s wires, painfully pulling the prongs out of Dusk’s neck and drawing blood. Dusk cursed himself for denying Captain Flash Sentry’s request to take an escort to this world with him. Aria did the same to Sci-Dusk while she smirked at Dusk.

“Remember me, Prince Dusk?” the siren asked, then detached her cartridge and pulled the prongs out of Sci-Dusk’s neck. His vocal cords less traumatized, he let out a small grunt, which made Aria look to him.

“And you brought a spare. Well, I did say you should fuck yourself…”

Sci-Dusk let out another grunt that was perhaps closer to a whimper, while Dusk felt anger in his body, even though it was still numb. They both inferred at least part of the women’s plan for them from Aria’s quip. Aria and Tempest taking zip-ties out of their pockets and stepping over to Dusk and Sci-Dusk, respectively, only confirmed it in their eyes.

“Tempest Shadow, at your service, boys,” Tempest introduced herself and walked to Sci-Dusk. She knelt down and pulled his arms behind his back while Aria knelt down by Dusk and took his chin in her hand to angle it up at her.

“Thought we were out of the picture, huh?” Aria taunted with both smugness and anger. She then took his wrists and moved them behind his back. Dusk commanded his muscles to move, but they remained limp, and so they were soon laced together with a piercing zip. “Thought we were just pretty faces without our gems?”

Aria then grabbed Dusk’s ass through his jeans. His body was still half-numb, but her rough groping was enough to send a chill up Dusk’s abused spine. Dusk couldn’t see his counterpart from where he lay, but he could hear the ruffling of clothes and grass and even a few faint grunts. Dusk’s fear was immediately replaced with guilt as he thought about what Sci-Dusk was going through now and probably would endure soon, and how Dusk appeared to be the reason. He pushed his muscles harder and harder, trying to get some kind of response.

“I’ll take that,” he heard Tempest say, accompanied by Sci-Dusk groaning.

Sci-Dusk’s geode! Dusk quickly remembered. One of Aria’s hands came off his ass, and he heard plastic beads crinkling against each other, suggesting it had been handed off to Aria. Why didn’t you use it, other me? Haven’t you been training to use it while in pain? Well, no matter. If either of us can touch it while--

Dusk was so busy contemplating the most powerful weapon in the rapidly deteriorating situation that he didn’t notice Aria’s hand slip underneath the hem of his jeans until she tugged down. Rugged fabric scrapped and chaffed painfully on unprotected flesh that Dusk cursed, and he suspected it would have been far worse if the shocks still had worn all the way off. His neck still felt like it had a knife through it, but he managed to let out a grunt as he was pantsed, his legs and member exposed to the air and grass in one swift motion.

“Already?” Tempest asked Aria while Aria slipped the geode into her back pocket. However, Aria eye’s were now locked on Dusk’s tight, smooth ass.

“Oh, yes…” Aria said sultrily, then slapped Dusk’s right ass cheek. Dusk cried out and actually spasmed on the ground. He realized that his muscles were working again, and bound-hands or no, that meant he had a chance. And while they were quite a ways away from the house, but perhaps if they screamed loud enough, the girls or maybe Big Mac, who he hadn’t seen in the house, would hear them.

“Not so loud!” Tempest chastised.

“Ugh,” Aria groaned, then reached into her pocket with a smile. “Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

Aria got on Dusk’s back, straddling it and pinning his bound hands under her crotch. Then Aria’s right hand grabbed his forehead and painfully pulled his head up so that her other hand could bring something black and oddly shaped around the other side. Dusk didn’t realize what it was until he felt the hard rubber phallus pushed against his teeth and lips. He clenched his jaw shut. He’d been gagged many times but never by a penis-panel one. But Aria just pushed harder and he was still too weak. Once she had the slightest bit of leverage, his jaw gave way, and the several inches of thick rubber cock torpedoed into his throat and rammed his esophagus.

Dusk choked and gagged and his eyes teared up. To say he didn’t seem much like the Prince of Friendship right now would be a severe understatement. He wanted nothing more than to shake or force this foreign object obstructing his airways and trapping his tongue underneath it out, but he felt the gag fastened behind his head a second later.

“There we go,” Aria said, satisfied, then pinned his arms against his back and shifted on top of her so that she straddled him while facing his legs. Dusk cursed his frail human body for now having the earth-pony strength to break this plastic, endure and recover from an electric shock, shove this girl off him… anything.

“Get his pants off,” Aria commanded Tempest, who, from what Dusk could hear, had already gagged Sci-Dusk, presumably with something a little less obstructive. Aria completed her work of taking Dusk’s sneakers and socks off his feet, then pulling his pants all the way off. “Bind him just above the knees. We’ll walk these two ponies back to the stable.”

Tempest gave a shrug on top of Sci-Dusk, then copied Aria’s action of turning around on her mount. Dusk felt Aria’s arms grab his legs. His attempts to move them to keep them free only resulted in slight twitching. Aria lifted his shins up and made good on her promise by wrapping another long tie around both his legs just above his knees, then zipping it tight to dig into his flesh.

“Hnnnn!” Dusk heard Sci-Dusk groan as his lower half was exposed as well, and Tempest had his legs bound soon after. Dusk wanted to tell Sci-Dusk he was sorry for bringing this to him, but he’d just barely gotten a handle on his constant reflex to gag on the rubber phallus and breathing through his nose. Plus, while the plastic around their legs added running to the growing list of things they couldn’t do, this was no time to give up. Dusk felt his strength and sensation genuinely coming back and tried to weigh his options.

“Alright, get up here.”

Aria got up off of Dusk and grabbed his upper arms to pull him up. She was surprisingly strong for her lack of prominent muscle, but then again, she wasn’t totally human. She pulled Dusk straight up, allowing him to get his feet underneath him on the uneven grass. Dusk braced himself a second before she stopped pulling and the entire weight of his muscular body was back on his weakened knees. They felt like he’d been running for hours, and he stumbled and choked on his gag but managed to stay upright. His feet now bare, they felt both cool grass and all the little rocks and seeds on the ground stabbing his feet. Aria’s grip on his arms loosened, but the bindings around his legs meant he’d only be able to take baby steps.

He looked to his right as Tempest, working much faster than Aria, zipped Sci-Dusk’s legs together then pulled him up, catching his glasses as they fell off. Sci-Dusk grunted through what Dusk saw was a bit gag, then looked at Dusk with pleading eyes. Looking at his human counterpart never felt normal, but since their situations and emotions were nearly identical, and Sci-Dusk had lost his spectacles, Dusk felt like he was looking in a mirror.

Is the bit gag intentional irony? Wait, why did they both bring bindings if I’m the only target? No, doesn't matter. Analyze. Could we overpower them? What kind of training does this Tempest have?

To both boys' surprise, the two women then let go of them and took steps back. Sci-Dusk tried to step forwards and turn around, but his leg-bindings caused him to trip and nearly fall over before Tempest, lightning-quick, grabbed his t-shirt collar and pulled him back up. When she did, Sci-Dusk heard a click and felt something hard and narrow poke into his stomach.

Dusk saw Sci-Dusk freeze as Tempest poked him with the strange black device. It looked like a hand crossbow with no bow.

A firearm. Dusk recalled what he’d read on the “internet” his first day in this world. He didn’t know much about what seemed like miniature cannons, save that they were deadly. And this version of Tempest no doubt knew them well. Running was already impossible, but that made it suicidal.

Tempest released and stepped back from Sci-Dusk again and pointed the pistol at Dusk’s head. Sci-Dusk gave a gasp, expecting to see his magical-prince counterpart shot in the head, but Tempest only gestured with it.

“Walk. That way.”

Tempest was probably about to voice a threat next before her eyes moved to Dusk’s crotch. Dusk’s human cock was considerably smaller than his pony one but still as far beyond the average man’s as his pony one was beyond normal stallions. It was currently limp, but Tempest still bit her lip. She then looked down at Sci-Dusk’s cock, causing him to blush madly and turn around as fast as his bound legs would allow. Once again, Dusk felt guilt and wished humans had sheaths. He remembered his first time being raped like it was yesterday, and he hoped with all his heart that Sci-Dusk would not have to go through that, least of all because of the enemies Dusk made in this world.

“Move it, fuckbois,” Aria said and pushed against Dusk’s back just hard enough to force him to dawdle forwards. The plastic bit his skin and his member swung with every step.

“Yep. Pony parade,” Tempest added and pushed Sci-Dusk in the direction they wanted them to move. Said direction was away from the house. Towards the thicker forests. What was in said forests, Dusk had no idea, but their chances of escape slimmed with every tiny step they took.

“Wait!” Aria suddenly said, and the whole group stopped while Aria looked between the three of them. None of them had any idea what she wanted until she looked at Sci-Dusk’s glasses hanging on Tempest’s belt. “Give him his other two eyes back. Tell them apart, and remind him how much a dork he is.”

Sci-Dusk, totally used to the insults, actually felt somewhat relieved as Tempest stepped towards him and took the glasses out. He was by no means blind without them, but he knew he needed all his senses about him now. Or so he thought.

Tempest placed the glass lenses back on Sci-Dusk’s nose surprisingly gently. Her immediate expression suggested she liked what she saw, but then Aria interrupted again.

“Alright, back to trotting!”

The two Dusks went back to dawdling side-by-side, with the girls behind them, gun trained on their backs. Just a few feet further down, Dusk looked at Sci-Dusk and saw that whatever relief being able to see fully again had provided was gone now. The schoolboy was shaking with tears in his eyes. He looked at Dusk pleadingly again. If Dusk wasn’t gagged, he’d tell his counterpart that it was going to be okay, regardless of what snark their captors threw at them for it. It was cliche, but even a Prince of Friendship could only provide so much reassurance in such a situation.

Instead, Dusk decided on a move that was perhaps even more of a lie than verbal reassurance but appeared to do its job. He winked at Sci-Dusk, who immediately stopped shaking and paused in place.

“Move it, losers!” Aria commanded, and Sci-Dusk quickly resumed “walking” but not crying. Dusk didn’t know what he’d just made his counterpart believe, but it obviously made a difference.

Sci-Dusk kept his head low, presumably to seem submissive to their captors. Which they were being. Dusk had no plan current to risk exposing, save scanning their surroundings as they walked.

“Thanks for delivering yourself to the middle of nowhere,” Aria commented, seeing what Dusk was doing. “Only other person around here is another stud Adagio and Sonata have already snagged.”

Dusk gasped around his gag.

Big Mac!? He was out here, and they got him?

Not only was Macintosh the only member of the Apple family not last seen in the farmhouse nearly a mile back, meaning they really were alone, but he was one more innocent that was now caught up in this. Sunset and the human elements? With their superpowers, the Dazzlings and whatever allies they’d recruited couldn’t fight them head-on, even with guns, but now they were attacking through the innocent. It made Dusk afraid but also angry. He gave his hand bindings a brief tug, but they held firm, and he had to keep walking.

Snagged. Mac’s still alive. And if they wanted us dead, we’d be dead by now. No. They’d going to rape us. Traumatic, but we’ll find a way to escape.

The duo kept taking baby steps. They moved fifty meters from where they’d been tased. Then a hundred. Their members kept swinging and bobbing. Dusk had to control his gagging and breathing over every slight incline as the rubber dildo gouged around in his mouth. Tempest remained silent, holding the gun behind them, but Aria ran up alongside Dusk and walked backward.

“Ah, don’t be like that,” Aria said in response to Dusk glaring at her. “You took away our singing voices; now we have to live mostly like these pathetic magicless creatures. Be glad we’re just taking some new groupies instead of killing you all. Most boys, Equestria or Earth, would kill to be our pets.”

Pets? Groupies? Dusk thought, trying to piece together what exactly was in store for them. Aria ran her hand over her ample bust, then turned around and did the same to her ass, showing off her impressive human body.

“God, you’re eager,” Tempest children behind them. By now, both boys' wrists, knees, jaws, and feet were sore, but the fence that divided Sweet Apple Acres from the forest was just barely coming into view as they passed more trees, still with no help in sight. Dusk felt pain in anticipation of having to walk barefoot through the forest for who knew how far.

“You’re one to talk. I saw how you looked at their cocks,” Aria retorted to Tempest.

“You’re right,” Tempest acknowledged. “I was pretty skeptical as to this contract at first, but fighting your wars brings in the best spoils I’ve ever seen.”

They slowly approached the fence. Apparently annoyed at how slow they were closing the distance, though, Aria glared at Dusk over her shoulder, then ran behind him and slapped his ass again.

“Move, pony,” she said in synchronicity with the slapping sound. The pain and impact in his left buttcheek that still hadn’t entirely faded from the previous spanking made Dusk hop forwards. He nearly fell over when he landed almost a foot forwards. Still, he managed to steady himself (with considerable pain from pulling on his zip-ties and choking on his gag).

Dusk cast a quick glance over his shoulder, then tried his best to walk faster before resuming the slower pace that allowed him to maintain his balance, hoping Aria felt her point made.

“No point in being slow,” Aria continued as they came up to the fence. Despite the threat of the gun or a spanking, bound as they were, they saw no easy way over the fence and so had to stop.

They looked down the fence in both directions for a gate, but Aria and Tempest simply moved past them and hopped over.

“Over. You can do it,” Tempest commanded, training the gun on them again.

“No one’s coming to help you,” Aria added, having apparently mistaken their looking for a gate as another search for nearby help. “You’re already our sex dolls. Get used to it. And don’t keep us waiting.”

Dusk and Sci-Dusk, exchanged looks, then apparently came to the same solution to the puzzle in front of them.

They turned around and put their bound hands on top of the fence, hopped up to put their bare asses on the worn, splintery wood, then swung their legs over. It was far from a comfortable move, and they could very easily have fallen, but both Dusk’s made it to the other side of the fence, facing forwards again.

“See? You can obey orders,” Tempest said, then gestured behind her with the pistol. “Now, move.”

With slight hesitation, the two Dusks continued walking across the grass that quickly turned to hard dirt, pebbles, and sticks. As they entered between the tall, wild trees, Tempest and Aria moved behind them again.

Where are they taking us? Dusk wondered, testing his wrist bonds again.

As they passed more and more wild trees, and each look back showed Sweet Apple Acres as further away, Dusk’s heart began to sink. He was relatively confident that they’d escape if the sirens and their allies didn’t kill them. At least before they were taken wherever they were going, an outside rescue was highly improbable now. And they’d clearly planned this well. Dusk had to acknowledge that Sci-Dusk would likely be raped or worse before they found a way out of this.

Suddenly, Dusk felt Aria’s hands on his shoulders and breath on his neck as they walked.

“But you’re eager for this, aren’t you,” she said seductively in Dusk’s ear, then reached her hand around and lifted Dusk’s heavy cock up with an open hand. “Prince or no, you're both boys.”

Aria dropped Dusk’s cock to let it slap against his thigh, then moved between the two Dusks.

“The Rainbooms told you to fight us, and you simped for them. I know you’d have surrendered with a boner if we’d offered to make you our pet.”

Dusk but into his gag with anger and looked forwards, trying to ignore what he was hearing… and the blood pumping to his groin.

Dusk then saw that they were approaching something white and square in the distance.

A house? No. One of those traveling wagon things. They’re going to drive us away!

Aria put one hand on each of the Dusk’s shoulders, squeezing them through their shirts.

“Don’t even try to deny it. I just wrap some plastic around you and wave a gun, and you totally give up? You both wanted this.”

Once they were right in front of the large, tinted-windowed camper bus, Aria dashed in front and opened the door. The moment she did, Dusk and Sci-Dusk realized it was also soundproof; a mobile home built for secrecy. They realized this because they were hit with a cacophony of moans, squeaks, grunts, and slapping noises.

Several of which sounded disturbingly familiar.

“Got ‘em,” Aria shouted in the door, then smirked back at Dusk and Sci-Dusk, the latter of whose knees were shaking. “No trouble at all.”

“Inside,” Tempest commanded. “We’re shipping you out.”

Sci-Dusk looked over his shoulder with a pleading expression and shuddering body. All the confidence Dusk had instilled with him dissolved at the order to enter the vehicle that would take them far, far away.

Tempest just smirked and gestured forwards with the gun.

“Come on, it’ll be a fun trip,” Aria said as Dusk reluctantly began to walk for the door. “And you’ll get to make it with your friends.”

Aria turned around and walked inside. Dusk moved to the first step, and seeing no way to walk up the short flight normally with his arms and legs bound as they were, swallowed his pride and hopped up each cushioned step, his cock flapping up and down. With each step, the air got warmer and thicker with heating and human musk, and the various moans of pleasure and pain became more distinct. When he was finally up on the floor, he looked to his left down the large mobile home, and his fears were confirmed.

The Dazzlings had heavily modified the bus to make it as much a mobile sex dungeon as a musician’s tour bus. Racks of whips, gags, rope, and sex toys hung all over the walls, and the couch and fold-out beds had shackles attached to them.

As for the occupants, Dusk had expected to see Big Macintosh inside, but he was out of view. A ball-gagged man Dusk recognized as Timber Spruce from a picture he’d been shown was shackled and strapped to the couch. Adagio, in a leather dominatrix outfit, bounced on his large cock. Flash Sentry was naked, covered in welts, and chained standing up to a wall with a vibrator up his ass and milking machine on his cock.

Adagio, Timber, and Flash all looked to Dusk, the first with arousal and pride, the second two with horror. Which doubled as soon as Sci-Dusk hopped his way to the top and screamed into his gag.

Tempest closed the door behind her and grabbed Sci-Dusk’s arm before he could fall down, trying in a panic to flee from his fate. Dusk remained still but was utterly terrified as well. The certainty that he’d find a way to escape was forgotten as he saw what the Dazzlings had in store for him and his friends.

“Prince Dusk!” Adagio said while still on Timber’s penis, barely out of breath from the hour-long fuck. She then stood up off of him, his cock and semen sliding out of her, and walked up to Dusk while Aria turned around and grabbed his cock with one hand, putting the other on his chest. As always, Dusk felt violated, but his body betrayed him and pumped blood to where Aria’s warm hand was around his cock. Adagio then gripped his chin. “No more musical counterspells to sing us?”

For some reason, Adagio’s reminder of how he’d beaten these sirens before re-ignited anger in Dusk, but it only amounted to him biting down on his gag’s phallus and glaring at them.

I’ll beat you again, bitches. And I won’t let you go next time. Why did I even do that? This is my fault.

Shame replaced Dusk’s anger as he continued his train of thought.

“Not easy being a human, is it? Your and your precious friends are just hot pieces of meat we can snatch up,” Adagio continued, and since Aria had already claimed and was squeezing his cock, quickly raising it in her hand, Adagio reached her hand around and pawed Dusk’s still-sore ass.

With that, Adagio planted a light kiss on the front of Dusk’s gag. Over Adagio’s large hairdo, though, Dusk saw the back door open at the exact same moment.

Sonata, naked as sin and inner thighs and face covered in male and female juices, stepped out of the bedroom where Dusk could see Big Mac was tied up with ropes.

“Oh boy! Two of them!” Sonata gasped as Adagio broke the kiss. “I want… uh….”

Sonata looked back and force between the two Dusks, who both tensed in anticipation of being forced to fuck her voluptuous, sticky body.

“Do whatever you want with them,” Tempest said, and shoved Sci-Dusk forwards. Predictably, Sci-Dusk fell forwards and landed beside Dusk with a thud and cry. Non-plussed, Tempest turned around and slid into the driver’s seat.

“I can wait until we’re out of here.”

Dusk looked down at Sci-Dusk with apology in his eyes as the van roared to life. This van had clearly had everything, and everyone needed to trap them in a hell of violations while they were taken hours, maybe days away from Canterlot, probably to a more secure location. Dusk wouldn’t stop trying to escape all the way, but their prospects were very bleak for the foreseeable future.

Tempest gunned the engine, and distracted, Dusk fell forwards into Adagio’s arms. And boobs.

“Do whatever to the others,” Adagio said as she began dragging Dusk back, past where Spruce was bound. “The pony prince is mine.”

Another spark of anger, or perhaps just token defiance, ignited in Dusk. Just before Adagio pulled his scraping feet past Sonata, he sprung into what little action he could and writhed in his bonds and Adagio’s arms.

She didn’t have a solid grip, so Dusk quickly fell from her grasp to the floor. The carpet mostly cushioned the fall, and no sooner than he was by Adagio and Sonata’s feet than he was bending his knees to try to reach the zip-ties with his fingers. He didn’t really expect to accomplish much for several obvious reasons, but he owed it to both Sci-Dusk and the sirens to try.

When Adagio lifted her high-heeled, thigh-high boot, he expected a kick to the face, stomach, or groin. But instead, she forced her foot down on the side of his face. The high heel stabbed into his cheek so hard he swore he could feel its plastic touching the rubber in his mouth. For fear of tearing his cheek open or inviting further wrath, Dusk froze on the floor.

“You fucking idiot,” Adagio said to the boy she stood victorious over. “You’re our bitch, now. If you even think about-- Sonata!”

Adagio suddenly shouted at her sister, who had just barely started to kneel down by Dusk, probably not to comfort him. Sonata looked up like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar, and Adagio pointed over to where Aria stripped down above Sci-Dusk.

“Fuck him, or him. Or him,” Adagio pointed to Timber, then Flash. It was only then that Dusk realized just how much hell he’d brought on these human boys, and his guilt threatened to overcome him. Adagio removed her foot from Dusk’s numb face to kneel down and grab him under his shoulders. “I get dibs here.”

Facing no more resistance for the time being, Adagio lifted Dusk up and dragged him into the back room. Big Mac gave out a loud whinny through his gag and tugged on the many ropes around his body as Adagio kicked the door closed behind them.

Sonata watched with disappointment and envy as the one-of-a-kind toy and the reason they had planned this all out (and the guy she wanted to fuck and dominate more than any other in her long life) disappeared into the room she’d just left where Adagio would hog him. Judging from the noises the blue and green-haired ones were making through their gags, they weren’t too happy about it either, but there was a reason they kept their toys on mute until they learned to play nice.

But when she heard the cheaper but still pretty copy “mmmmph!”, though, a smile returned to her lips. She practically skipped over to where Aria was down to her underwear and ripping off Sci-Dusk’s shirt.

“Waaagh! Nuuuuh! Heeeeeeh!” Sci-Dusk screamed past the plastic bar between his teeth and tried to writhe out away from the two mad-women, the carpet burning his flesh. He didn’t want this. He didn’t even know these women, really, but they were about to turn him into a sex toy along with his male friends. It wasn’t fair that he and his friends had to suffer from problems Equestrians caused. Why did training his body to perfection mean that girls wouldn’t leave him alone?

He felt himself losing the battle as Sonata grabbed, pinned down, and then sat sticky butt on his legs. Aria then laid down on top of him, her giant tits sandwiched between their chests as she pinned him down, and grabbed his head with both her strong hands, and forcefully licked up his neck and face.

“Total beefcake,” Sonata purred as she ran her hands up Sci-Dusk’s muscular thighs, up to where his cock was very slowly hardening in response to their warm bodies squished against him.

Sci-Dusk stopped struggling and looked up at Aria as she hung her face right over his.

“God, you won’t even be a challenge to break,” she said, which made Dusk shiver. Tears were in his eyes and a lump was in his throat. He was living in a nightmare.

A recurring one.

“Oooh! Oooh! Let’s get him all tied up like we did the big boy! Ohh! And then he can give me a bath!” Sonata suggested as Sci-Dusk flashed back to a few months ago. When he’d lost his virginity.

Sci-Dusk and Sunset twisted in the twitching, thick vines/roots wrapped around their bodies, but it was fruitless (no pun intended). Everyway they turned or tugged, there was just the slightest amount of give, but the magic plants were stronger than their human bodies.

“Don’t be afraid,” the corrupted Gloriosa Daisy said in her new, ethereal voice as she casually walked towards them. Sunset was brave enough to stare the villainess now calling herself “Gaia Everfree” in the paled, magically marked-face, but Dusk kept his gaze. Ostensibly, he was looking at his bound feet as he tried to use them to uproot the vines, but in reality, Sci-Dusk felt if he didn’t look at another human twisted and empowered by Equestrian magic, he could deny her existence. Deny that ordinary humans could be suddenly given the will and power to do awful things by an unquantifiable and alien influence.

But then guilt for his past crimes hit him, and Dusk jerked his head up. He had to face her, like Sunset and all the others had faced Midnight Dark. This was what he deserved.

“Listen, Gloriosa--” Sunset began.

“--Gaia! Gaia Everfree,” the villainess shot back, briefly angered, then returned to her usual deceiving calm. Then she held her hand out, and Sci-Dusk’s iris got burned by the sudden burst of light and greenery as she willed grass, flowers, and plants that didn’t exist on earth to grow inside the cave. Sci-Dusk’s heart became a pit, and his knees quaked as he realized what they were truly up against. “The mother of nature. I’ll protect this park from man’s greed.”

“Gloriosa, this isn’t you,” Sci-Dusk found himself speaking. “The magic drives you crazy, but you can con--”

Sci-Dusk and Sunset suddenly felt their organic restraints swing them backward. They landed on the fresh grass, which only partially softened the impact to the back of their heads. While they were disoriented by the blow, their sensations on their bodies went crazy as their limbs and torso were pulled, unbound, and unbound by what felt like hundreds of new vines of varying sizes. By the time their heads cleared, thick roots had them spread-eagled and thinner ones wrapped over their chests, biceps, and thighs, leaving them totally helpless.

Gaia stepped her toned, stockinged legs between them. Although Sci-Dusk had no idea what she wanted with them (impalement, torture, corruption?), he looked up at her through his askew glasses like she was death itself. He thought about screaming for help, but then she continued her monologue while standing above them.

“I would never hurt friends of nature like you,” Gaia said, but Dusk was little reassured and continued to hang terrified on her every word. Or at least he would have if he and Sunset weren’t distracted by the thinner vines around their bodies gaining life again to snake underneath their clothing.

Sci-Dusk felt all the infiltrating vines settle once they were in positions of leverage, then tug outwards at once. He and Sunset’s thin t-shirts and shorts exploded, with their underwear only providing slightly more resistance through elasticity until both young adults were naked save scraps below the villainess. Sci-Dusk let out a shriek of surprise and embarrassment and tugged against his restraints to try to cover his exposed cock. Terrifying possibilities of what Gaia wanted with them continued to rush through his mind as his heart beat in his ears and he hyperventilated. But his breath suddenly stopped when one possibility he previously hadn’t considered, but Sunset had long since suspected, occurred to him.

With a burning face and bated breath, Sci-Dusk looked up at Gaia, whose head turned back and forth between him and Sunset with a toothy grin.

She’s going to rape us. Sci-Dusk realized as his ensuring fear and dread made his genitals feel like they were shrinking. This was canceled out a second later when his eyes ran over the body above them to see what he was about to experience.

“Glor- Gaia, no!” Sunset tried to plead as the cave’s cool air hardened her nipples, and she recalled crimes she’d committed. “Take me, but leave Dusk alone.”

Gaia responded by kneeling down and putting one hand on Sci-Dusk’s chest and squeezing Sunset’s right breast with the other. The bound duo both shuddered at the cold touch of her hands that felt gloved in flexible eucalyptus bark.

“I won’t hurt you,” Gaia promised again and kneaded Sunset’s boob, making her bite her lip. At the same time, her hand slid across Sci-Dusk’s muscular chest. Sci-Dusk felt his member slowly rise in anticipation of sex with the magical woman upon whom his eyes were fixed. Part of him accepted her smooth touch caressing his every muscle and forced his gaze across her enlarged breasts and ass. But the other part was absolutely terrified, not just of losing his virginity by force, but of having sex with a creature who seemed to be one with her plant-based clothes. Part of him anticipated sex with a beautiful woman, the other with a forest.

But then Gaia stood up, and a brown root burst out of the ground between Sci-Dusk and Sunset.

“You’re two beautiful people in the prime of life,” Gaia said. Sci-Dusk turned his head to the side to look at the new plant, finally making his glasses fall all the way off. He still clearly saw how the root formed a tiny tree, and from one branch, a red apple inflated into existence. “Like this park, I’ll protect you and your friends as you live as nature intended.”

Sunset and Sci-Dusk both looked up at Gaia again, fully understanding what their captor intended. But they both made the critical mistake of opening their mouths to plead once more.

Like a whip, the root grew further and swung the blood-red apple to Dusk’s mouth. It didn’t make it all the way in, banging against his lips painfully. However, his teeth still punctured it just the slightest bit, causing a veritable flood of juices to fall on his tongue.

For a single second, the liquid was just burningly sweet inside Sci-Dusk’s mouth. But then a fire erupted inside his blood vessels.

“Dusk!” Sunset shouted loud enough to echo around the cave. While Gaia took the opportunity to swing the magical fruit into Sunset’s mouth, Sci-Dusk’s penis shot into the air. At first, it was just pure hormones, but what remained of his conscious mind soon translated his body’s desires into images/plans.

Breed! Fuck! Orgasms! Breed!

Dusk’s loins were on fire, and he knew the only thing that would cool them off would be cumming inside something warm, tight, and wet. If the roots had kept him restrained a moment longer, he’d surely have gone mad, but Gaia retracted his bonds into the earth the moment he tugged against them.

The animal possessing Sci-Dusk’s body sat up. Even Gaia, who was more than looking forward to sex with the adorable hunk, took a step back. But then she saw tears were actually in his eyes from the pain of anticipation from her magic-aphrodisiac apple and smiled.

She expected him to run at her as she was in his sightline, but Sunset Shimmer was a far more prominent part of his mind.

Sci-Dusk rolled over to he was above Sunset, who was writhing in her bonds. Her naked body was turning blood red, and she also had tears in her own eyes when she opened them.

Their eyes met, and miraculously, Sci-Dusk was able to not just hesitate but utter a word before rutting her.

“Sunset,” he said, and her ensuring expression showed she understood.

Sci-Dusk then plunged his burning cock hilt-deep into her burning pussy. For a moment, the sheer sexual pleasure of Dusk’s first penetration and Sunset getting plowed into the grass by the thick piece of fuckmeat was enough to cool the fires. But only for a second. It returned, and so they sought more relief by humping.

Gaia grinned and released Sunset as her Adam and Eve rutted with beastly grunts. Sci-Dusk slid his strong hands under Sunset’s plump ass and lifted her up, so he was fucking her on his knees. Sunset responded by wrapping her arms around his neck to smoosh his handsome face between her cleavage. Her bouncing mammaries were hot to the touch. Genital stimulation alone couldn’t satisfy Dusk, so he began madly licking her boob valley and nipples as they swung up and down in response to his strong thrusts.

Being a virgin high on the most potent aphrodisiac any human had ever experienced, Sci-Dusk’s first orgasm came almost without warning. He forced Sunset down as he arched his back and pure pleasure flowed through his cock into her vagina. Naturally, the powerful creampie made Sunset hang her head back and howl as her own gate opened to let the virile sperm in and her juices out. To Sunset, her longtime wish was granted, and for Sci-Dusk, he could never call what his hands had brought him to before an orgasm again. And for a good minute, as they both came, they felt relief.

But mere seconds after they’d expended their juices, the burning returned, forcing them back down from their heavenly high.

Dusk, a stallion in every dimension, had the strength to stand up and continue plunging in and out. Before he got far, though, Sci-Dusk felt Gaia’s hand on his shoulder. He looked behind him, and the beautiful goddess of plants pulled him in for a deep kiss that made him slow down. Her tongue was longer than any human's, and her mouth had a honey-like taste to it.

During the kiss, Dusk and Sunset felt roots and vines, thick and thin, return to their bodies. Both their eyes went wide in panic at being restrained again, left to wallow in their bottomless arousal until it surely burned them to nothingness. Sci-Dusk tried to break the kiss, but Gaia’s arms and her plants held him firm.

Thick roots pulled Sunset off Dusk and onto a massive, soft leaf that had sprouted below them. While more vines bound Sunset to the literal flower bed, Gaia dashed Sci-Dusk’s fears of denial away by grabbing his cock with one hand after breaking the kiss.

“Multiply. And be fruitful,” Gaia said, then knelt down in front of him. Not driven by animal instincts despite her corruption, Gaia had the focus to commit to a proper blowjob without her own genitals torturing her for lack of direct stimulation. She squeezed Dusk’s swelling balls with one hand and enveloped the top half of Dusk’s raging, juice-slicked boner with the other.

“Nnnnng!” was the only noise Dusk could make. He’d obviously never had oral sex performed on him, and what was happening to him put every erotica description to shame. Gaia’s mouth was actually colder than a human’s should be, but also significantly softer like overripe fruit. She sucked slowly up his top half, then went back down and repeated while massaging his testicles so Dusk could feel the millions of sperm inside him banging against his walls. He tugged against the roots that held him straight up with his arms to his sides, wishing he could force her further into his crotch.

While Gaia continued to fellate Dusk and licked up his flowing pre-cum, she gave more commands to the vines around the squirming and sweating Sunset. The bound girl’s face went from flushed agony to excitement when she saw who long, green vines with phallic tips and two with large, suction-cup-like heads come into view.

Sunset moaned and shuddered when one of the vegetable dick’s slowly slid between her aching folds, sending waves of pleasure up to her brain with every millimeter it penetrated. The suction cups latched onto her breasts, and she felt the most wonderful feeling on her nipples as powerful, pulsing, direct suction was applied to them. Moments before she began to lactate, she opened her mouth and shut her eyes to allow the second phallus into her mouth. The sweet taste of the plant’s equivalent to pre-cum did not disappoint her when she tasted it.

Gaia may be the new mother nature, but she still needed some time to get used to the sheer size of Dusk’s penis. Eventually, though, she removed her hand from his shaft and began to deep throat him. No sooner was his cock buried in her esophagus, though, than Dusk moaned and erupted.

Yes! Yes! Was the closest translation of Dusk’s frenzied thoughts at the moment. Keep us here. Bring all our friends into this. Let us do this forever and never worry about Midnight Dark or Equestria or studies or anything.

Sci-Dusk and Flash Sentry both let out guttural grunts at once. Flash shot his eighth load in the last two hours across Sonata’s face and tits while Aria pulled the last knot on Dusk’s nylon-rope frogtie tight.

With his arms behind his back in a painful reverse prayer and thighs bound to shins, Dusk was totally helpless in the van’s hallway. Aria then pulled him up off his stomach, onto his knees, and he felt her let go behind him.

Sonata squished her cum-coated tits together with satisfaction, then looked up at Flash chained to the wall, who looked down at her with tears in his eyes.

“Aww, was I too rough?” Sonata purred and began feeling Flash’s bare thighs up with her sticky hands. Flash’s cock was sore, close to burning, and he had no idea how he’d had enough sperm left in him to coat Sonata so thoroughly. In just two short hours, his hatred and anger at the Dazzlings had turned to fear as they’d relentlessly violated him. And why?

“It’s you boys’ fault for being so hot,” Sonata said and stood up, letting Flash’s sperm drop off of her, onto the floor below them. She then pursed her cum-coated lips and leaned forwards. Flash shut his eyes and turned his head away, so she planted her sticky kiss on his cheek, leaving a vaguely lip-shaped mark of cum.

Sonata then sauntered towards Sci-Dusk, who quickly dashed his eyes left and right out of naive hope. They’d been driving less than ten minutes, but through the darkened windows, he could see they were on a highway. Countless cars drove alongside them, but in his heart, Dusk knew that even without his bit-gag, the can was far too insulated to call for help.

Once in front of their newest handsome slave, Sonata dropped to her knees again, so she was nearly eye-level with Dusk. She reached her hands around his head, and Sci-Dusk expected to be pulled in for a kiss, but instead, he felt her unclasp his gag.

As soon as he felt the tension of the straps head released, Sci-Dusk spit the rubber bar onto the floor. Then he heard Aria, whose actions behind him he hadn’t been paying attention to, step behind him, and he felt a sharp slap to his right ass cheek.

“Aaa!” Dusk cried out at the strike from what was obviously a riding crop. Sonata capitalized on his open mouth to pull him in for a french kiss. Her tongue jammed its way into his mouth. It swirled around in ways Dusk would call biologically impossible. He closed his eyes, partly in disgust, partly to stop Flash’s cum from getting in his eyes while Sonata pressed their faces together.

“We’re in charge now!” Aria declared to Dusk, then slapped the crop against his left cheek. The impact of leather on flesh made his ass sore, and he cried out again, breaking the kiss.

Sonata kept holding his head straight while she straightened her knees, bringing her big, glazed breasts to his eye level.

“Now lick my boobies, or we’ll hurt you!” Sonata commanded.

Dusk froze for a second. Even after everything the boys on the van had already been through, and everything he’d dreaded these supposed sirens doing to him, the thought of performing such a humiliating sex act for no other reason than fear of punishment gave him pause. He felt like it would be true surrender.

Which was the only way he wasn’t going to get electrocuted, spanked, and tortured.

Dusk leaned forwards and stuck his tongue into the thick layer of salty goo. It wasn’t the most unpleasant taste in the world, but the psychological disgust made him gag.

Aria responded to Sci-Dusk’s gagging with another blow from the crop, this time between his shoulder blades. His shirt provided a little protection, but the point of impact still stung, and his whole back felt sore.

“Properly!” Aria shouted, then knelt down behind Dusk.

Fearing further punishment, Dusk fought his natural reflex and licked up Sonata’s left tit over her nipple, making her coo. Her flesh was smooth and warm, and he tried futilely to imagine he was simply licking up a regular meal while his cheeks burned and eyes shed tears. He put off having to swallow for as long as possible, but soon his mouth was full of his friend’s stolen discharge, and so with the effort of swallowing a pool ball, he gulped it down, then resumed.

Sonata put her hand on his head and purred with each with lick as he stickied his own face to clean her up.

Sci-Dusk suddenly froze when Aria grabbed his shoulder. But before he could even weigh the risks and rewards of looking over it, he felt something jab against his rectum.

Aria’s finger went up Dusk’s ass in an instant, and he cried out in pain and surprise at the feeling like the opposite of pooping. She wasted just as little time wiggling it around inside him. Dusk’s initially felt even sicker, but then she found his prostate. He knew how all forms of anal sex worked but hadn’t really believed that something hitting the hidden organ could really cause overwhelming pleasure until that moment.

Dusk craned his neck back and let out the loudest moan yet as a whole new kind of ecstasy crashed against him. His heart was pounding like racehorse hooves while his entire body felt like he’d fall limp if he wasn’t tied up.

Timber Spruce and Flash Sentry, having just barely regained a modicum of strength, cried out in horror through their gags at the sight of the innocent boy being anally violated by the two grinning sirens.

“Found the geek’s button!” Aria growled the resumed her assault, making Sci-Dusk writhe in his bonds and squeak. He felt like Aria was killing him with this strange pleasure that forced his cock back to hardness with every wiggle.

After a moment, though, Sonata simply wrapped her arm around his head and pulled his face back to her boobs.

“Not finished yet, Cutie Pie!”

An outside observer would likely have said that Dusk fared better than his counterpart in the back with Adagio.

Adagio had simply rolled the bound Big Mac off the bed and shackled Dusk to it. His penis gag had stayed in, but she’d stripped down to ride him reverse-cowgirl. Dusk was stuck staring at her (admittedly spectacular) ass as she bounced on top of him. Millenia of experience and over a year of anticipation made her turn every lift and dip of her clenching pussy into an aggressive move toward a shared orgasm. Dusk occasionally tugged at the padded restraints, but he knew he was doomed to cum inside his captor.

“Hmmm. Hmmm! Hmmm!” Adagio moaned as she pumped her voluptuous human body up and down, her massive tits swinging up and down. “Alicorn prince? *huff* Being in this world sucks *phew* doesn’t it?”

Adagio paused her rape for a moment to look over her shoulder with a smirk.

Dusk did indeed feel guilty, but not for defeating the sirens; for not being more thorough when he’d done so. He swore that when he beat them again, and he would, he’d make sure neither they nor any of their allies could come back to hurt his friends like this.

Adagio returned to her riding and gasping monologue, forcing Dusk further and further towards what he knew would be a powerful orgasm.

Hopefully powerful enough to hurt her.

“Here, you’re just another bimbo slut. You practically walked up to us and begged to be our groupie.”

Groupie… so we’ll be traveling? Dusk thought, trying to piece together what the sirens really had planned for them. Adagio’s words didn’t hurt him… for the most part. Human Tempest Shadow or no, they had indeed captured him way too easily. He should have been more alert; he should have protected Sci-Dusk.

Dusk’s shame increased at the exact moment his pleasure did, and he even began thrusting his hips in anticipation of release. Adagio, of course, took that as further surrender, but he didn’t give a fuck.

“Huunh! Yeah, you’ll love the new *uugh* life we’ve got worked out for you,” Adagio said as her breath quicked. She was close. “You’re gonna pay us back *mmmm* for fucking us. *ugh* This time, *phew* *phew* we’re locking the prince in the tower *nnn*, nobody comes to save him, *huff* *huff* and the even queens and seductresses get him all-- aaaaaah!”

Adagio cried out as one final drop onto Dusk’s fuckpole put her over the edge. Dusk clenched his eyes, fist, and teeth around his gag, briefly unsure if the blast of hot juices on his cock was going to force him to reciprocate.

Adagio continued to arch her back while Dusk hung on edge for a few more seconds before his buildup began to die down. He wasn’t naive enough to think that he wouldn’t be ejaculating against his will very soon, though. If the state of their other captives was any indication, they had remarkable stamina. It didn’t matter how many times they were violated, though. They’d escape.

“Ninety-eight… ninety-nine… one hundred!” Sci Dusk completed his daily reps in the small gymnasium, then sat down and chugged from his water bottle. In a month of captivity, he’d come to appreciate how thorough his captors were in maintaining their “stallion stable.” Their forest mansion had been heavily modified with slave quarters, gym rooms, sex dungeons, an electrified fence, and locks on every door. And while the main appeal of spending time there was being able to do whatever you wanted with their hot studs whenever you wanted, they’d established strict rules with their “guests” about how long the boys could be bound and when they had to work out to keep them appealing. The Dazzlings had talked about magic to keep them all young and healthy, but for now, the boys had a choice between the rules and some cruel, sexual punishment.

Sci-Dusk heard a beep and looked up to see the screen by the door come on, showing Cozy Glow and Starlight Glimmer outside the door, dressed in a cocktail bunny outfit and a daisy-duke schoolgirl, respectively.

Sci-Dusk had begged for help from who he believed to be his Sunset Shimmer and Dusk’s pupil when he saw them together in the Dazzling’s mansion, but both boys had quickly realized that Tempest Shadow wasn’t the only human counterpart to a villainess the Dazzlings had aligned with. Changeling Industries CEO Chrysalis was upstairs, and Police Chief Sombra had recently left (his asshole raw.) How exactly said arrangements came to be, the boys knew better than to ask, but access to their bodies and this impromptu retreat was evidently a deal sweetener, not the main clause. They could spend as long as they wanted at the Dazzling’s mansion so long as they obeyed the rules, which included always being either naked or dressed provocatively. Regular sex was one of the few joys the Dazzlings could enjoy in their banishment, so they were naturally obsessed with it.

“Has good little boy gotten big and strong?” Cozy Glow asked over the intercom as she put her hands on her hips. Despite his dread and disappointment at not having at least a few minutes to rest before workout time was up, Sci-Dusk’s cock perked up at the sight of the two beautiful young women who he knew had some game planned for him.

Starlight then opened the door’s mailslot and pushed a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold, and what appeared to be a wrapped Halloween costume through to the floor.

“You’re the pure, handsome, easily-defeated young hero,” Starlight began to explain the day (and possibly much longer) roleplay their perverted minds had dreamed up while Sci-Dusk crawled over to the bindings and packaged anime hero costume. Just by looking, he could tell that the thin fabric colored like armor plating would provide about as much protection as the tight speedo swimsuit on his body. “Who the evil queen and her sexy daughter you go to school with want for themselves,” Starlight iterated what he assumed were to be Chrysalis and Starlight’s roles.

“And so they hired the femme fatale to seduce you and drug your drink,” Cozy Glow continued, and Dusk looked up to see her half-pivoting on her high heels to show off her ass to the camera. It was an understatement to say none of the mansion’s guests minded the “only sexy clothing” rule.

Sci-Dusk closed his eyes briefly, then reached for the costume to tear the bag open. He was not looking forward to any of this, but these women had hurt him in so many ways for the slightest defiance. The door would open if he didn’t do as he was told, just with Tempest holding a gun and a stun baton, ready to beat him to a pulp, then subject him to some old or new sadistic punishment. For now, all he and the other slaves could do was observe the guests and their prison, trying to find some potential method of escape without incurring a night in a machine or being bound in ways the human body was never meant to twist.

That week, Sci-Dusk was everything from Chrysalis’s new “desk toy” and harem boy, to Starlight’s naughty student and simp boyfriend, to Cozy Glow’s babysitter, pony, and teddy bear and dress-up doll (puberty had hit her like a ton of bricks, but she was a little girl at heart.) Prince Dusk had far fewer sexual adventures.

At that moment, Dusk was where he’d spent much the past several days and what felt like hundreds of miles; in the bathroom of the Dazzling’s tour van, tied to the toilet and blindfolded. Only safely in the woods was he allowed to stretch at gunpoint. Otherwise, he was always bound in some way.

His ass and everywhere he was cuffed or strapped in was sore. Still, a part of him had to acknowledge the ingenuity of how the sirens had designed their mobile home to hold captives for extended periods. Where he was, they could leave him totally unsupervised for hours while they were outside performing for musical festivals. He could pee and even defecate (though they were usually good about timing his meals and bathroom breaks to avoid the unwiped-bottom issue), and the toilet flushed automatically. They even set up a water dispenser built for mouse cages on the wall. However, he was sure it was laced with aphrodisiacs because he kept thinking about what they’d do to him when they got back and getting painful erections. He still tried his best to conceive of escape plans either on the road or when this tour was finally over, and he was back at the mansion, but so far, he’d thought up very little, partly due to the constant drugging.

Dusk’s mind was floating between escape plans, worries about the state of Equestria and the human elements, and sexual fantasies of the Dazzlings and their human allies when he heard a very muffled but unmistakable voice through the insulated walls.

“Honey, we’re home!” Sonata chirped.

Dusk didn’t say anything in response. He’d said it all at this point.

A moment later, a sweaty, exhausted-looking but upbeat as always Sonata, in her form-fitting taco dress, opened the bathroom door holding a paper bag. Aria leaned against the opposite wall in her purple and green jacket that would make any dimension’s Rarity vomit, lazing pointing the gun.

“Ugh,” Sonata began, rolling her eyes. “That was so hard. Fun, but hard.”

“We have to put up with human bullshit like heat,” Dusk heard Adagio say from the couch further up. “Hope you’re happy.”

“You wanted to rule this world,” Dusk replied with snark in his voice. He knew calling for help was pointless in the soundproof van, but he talked when he could to show them he wasn’t beaten. “Are a few human boys a good consolation prize?”

“Naughty, naughty pet,” Sonata said and reached into the bag. The fact that Dusk’s mouth watered at the mere scent of the human foods they fed him twice a day, despite his knowledge of whom (he was not yet comfortable saying “what) they were made of was proof that they had broken the Prince of Friendship in some respect. Sonata took out a steaming, hard-shelled taco. “Don’t you want your treat?”

Dusk’s stomach growled at the thought of eating the cooked flesh. One of many reasons for counting down the stops left on the musical tour was returning to semi-regular meals.

Dusk opened his mouth, but before he could find out of it was to insult, beg, or just in anticipation of eating, Sonata dropped the bag and pushed the taco into the semicircle boob window she’d cut out of her outfit. With squishing and cracking noises, she pushed the contents of the “Mexican” dish into her ample cleavage, then used both her hands to smear the meat, melted cheese, and broken shells (can’t have been comfortable) over the visible parts of her tits.

Aria kept the gun pointed at Dusk despite her surprise at Sonata’s sudden but admittedly bold sexual move. Dusk understood completely and wished how he was going to have to get his dinner tonight was enough to kill his appetite.

“There! I’m your treat now!” Sonata explained with bright eyes, which then dimmed as she ran her food-stained hands over her body in the dress. “I totally need someone to fuck me in this awesome thing.”

“Sonata! We only have one of those!” Adagio shouted towards the back. Sonata just stuck out her tongue in response.

The taco-covered siren then stepped towards Dusk and took a key out of the bathroom’s one drawer. As always, Dusk’s heart sped up at the promise of being released, but Sonata held up the key first.

“One naughty move…” Sonata warned in her most serious voice, then smiled as she grabbed Dusk’s building scrotum. For a second, her soft, meat-smeared hands felt good, but then she squeezed with only maybe a third of her superstrength. Pain shot up through Dusk as her fingers compressed his flesh. He gave only a brief gasp but bit his lip as he felt like his balls were a balloon about to pop.

“I get it! I’ll be good!” Dusk capitulated within a second, and Sonata released his agonized testicles.

“See? Not so hard,” Sonata said and began undoing Dusk’s restraints one-by-one. Dusk was too focused on the combination of numbness and pain in his most sensitive organ to appreciate the release.

“And don’t think I’m putting this thing down,” Aria added with a gesture of her firearm, then smiled. “At least not until you’ve earned dessert.”

Sonata fully freed Dusk and took a step back. He stood up off his sore butt and onto his wobbly legs, grabbing his balls with one hand and leaning against the wall with another.

Dusk allowed himself two deep breaths as blood returned to his body (some parts more than others) before he looked up at Sonata. She wobbled a bit in his vision, and his limbs would likely feel like spaghetti in Applejack’s arms fucking her as he was now. But the fact of the matter was he was starving, and his drugged water allowed him to see just how form-fitting Sonata’s custom outfit really was. The Dazzlings and their allies had and would continue to fuck him in worse ways.

He closed the distance to Sonata with one step forward onto a wobbly leg, then grabbed her fat ass through the thin, smooth material, partly to catch himself, partly because it felt damn good in his hands.

He stuck his tongue out and brought his head down into her cleavage. Sonata purred and placed her hands on his bare behind while he hungrily ate up what remnants of the taco he could find off her big mammaries. He bit where he could (careful not to scratch her flesh) and licked up the rest, trying to get as much as possible into his empty stomach. Assuming Sonata didn’t take charge, once she was good and clean, he’d pull her boobs out of the window and suck sweet siren milk out of them to offset the salty and sour taste, then probably titfuck the large orbs. She loved it when he did.

Sonata gave a musical moan, then put one hand on the back of Dusk’s head.

“Eat it up, baby,” Sonata said sweetly.

“God, what a whore,” Aria smirked. ‘Alicorn prince? More like pathetic groupie fuckboi. You’re living every boy we sung for tonight’s dream, you know.”

Dusk ignored her, and he pushed deeper into Sonata’s cleavage to get what remained of his dinner. He only stopped down for a moment when he felt Sonata’s hand on his cock. The pain in his balls was not wholly gone, just overshadowed, and he feared she might repeat the attack at first. But instead of squeezing, she angled his member up into her crotch. The instant feeling of flesh on flesh and pre-cum and honey mixing told Dusk that Sonata wore no underwear underneath the outfit she’s just performed in front of hundreds in. The drugs, plus the fact that he had little else to enjoy in his current life, compelled Dusk to hug Sonata tight and thrust up into her with enough force to lift her off the ground. At the sheer carnal delight of his fat fuckmeat finding relief in Sonata’s tight hole, Dusk threw his taco-stained face out of her cleavage to let out a grunt while Sontata sang another note.

Author's Note

Surprise! One last chapter. Couldn't think up enough good ideas for the remaining villains, so I just threw this together. Hope you've all enjoyed.