Heroes In Their Clutches

On the castle-suite balcony, overlooking not just Canterlot, but the entire valley below, the air was cool and the night was calm. At least, Dusk Shine knew that was how it really was. He swore his nostrils were plugged up with the warm stench of bodily fluids, and he could hear the sounds of fucking coming from every window across the city.

And then in the distance there was the small town by the forest…

“Dusk, come inside, man! You’re gonna drive yourself crazy worrying about them,” Spike called from back inside the room.

Dusk looked around, but was shocked to see the round corner of something purple over his shoulder. When he quickly turned his whole body around to look at the thing, though, the object turned with him, and he felt something dragging against the air on his back.

My wings. It’s my fucking wings, Dusk realized, and calmed down. In the chair on the other side of the bed, Spike laughed as his brother’s foollery, but the alicorn wasn’t angry.

“You’ll have them too, someday,” he reminded calmly, before walking towards the king-sized bed he and Spike would share. He wasn’t feeling particularly tired, but he was eager to bring day one of this crap to an end. “You were right, Spike, we should have just gone with Mac and the others. Just because they have brothels here doesn’t make it any stranger.”

“Why did we come back here this week?” Spike asked, but not accusatory. “The guards are going to be keeping Celestia and Luna busy, and you didn’t want to help them. Same thing with your old classmates and your parents.”

“I figured this would be a good excuse to see our original home again without having official business. And honestly,” Dusk was now realizing his own motivations and how dumb they were. “I thought it’d be just like old times; you and me hanging out in the castle, reading to each other and building pillow forts for a whole week.”

The young dragon chuckled.

“You know, it was kind of weird for us to be having an extended sleepover while every mare in the country, including Celestia, were friggin’ lust zombies.”

Dusk abruptly frowned at Spike’s words, and the young dragon knew he’d screwed up again.

“You shouldn’t call them that, you know,” He chided. “Yes, the excess of hormones effectively drowns all their functions of self-restraint or even preservation, but our friends and mothers and marefriends are still very much alive, and shaming them for what no amount of willpower can control can easily traumatize them once the week’s over.”

Spike considered rebutting his brother for taking an offhand comment so seriously, but A. this was Dusk, he took everything seriously, and never passed up an opportunity to show off, and B. he could tell that his comment wasn’t the only reason Dusk was explaining the psychology of heat week.

Heat week was a part of everypony's life, one way or another. Mare’s became animalistic sexual predators, and stallions had to either work day and night to keep them satisfied, or make sure they and any children they had with them were as far away from any females as possible. Growing up in a castle with a full contingent of guards, most of which were stallions married to their careers, had greatly reduced the annual event’s effect on their childhoods.

Now though, with all the new friends they had made…

Spike hypocritically found himself looking past Dusk and out the window. They both certainly didn’t want to be in that town right now, fearing their relationships would be permanently skewed by something like that, but at the same time, the alicorn and dragon were worried what their friends were doing right now.

What if Thunderlane or The Doctor slept in this morning? What if-

*knock* *knock* *knock*

Dusk and Spike’s heads snapped to the side, looking at the room’s wooden door.

“Ay crown boy!” a distinctly male southeast-regional voice called from the other side of the door. “Ya in there? We gotta ‘ave a little chit-chat ‘bout ya mum!”

Neither of them recognized the voice as that of any castle staff (although the roster did change fairly frequently), but fear and dread starting to well in his heart, Dusk dashed for the door and unlocked it. It has been less than 24 hours since he’d spoke with his parents upon returning to Canterlot, and his mother had been just a little horny then, but that could be more than enough time for something to go wrong during an estrus cycle.

“What happened?” Spike took the words right out of Duck's mouth as he pulled the door open, revealing a brown-furred, grey-haired earth-pony stallion. He wasn’t wearing a guard’s armor or a uniform of any kind, but simply a rather tight t-shirt that showed off his toned physique similar to Dusk’s.

“Ay,” the earth-pony held out his hand. “Name’s Touchy Feely.”

Despite his fear for his mother, or perhaps somepony she’d hurt, Dusk instinctively took Touchy’s hand and shook it once before letting go.

“Good to meet you, Touchy. Did my dad send you?”

“Not ‘xactly.”

Confusion now mixed with the fear beating in Dusk and Spike’s hearts. Would this stallion just spit it out already so they could go help?

“Look, Prince…” Touchy looked down and to the side. “I’m real bloody sorry ‘bout this…”

Touchy looked back up into Dusk’s eye again, and put his hand on the alicorn’s shoulder in a supposedly comforting gesture. The moment his finger’s made contact though, everything seemed to slow down for Dusk. His knees felt weak, and his eyelids heavy. All of a sudden he was overcome with a wave of absolute tiredness and fatigue, but strangely, it wasn’t like he’d been up for days or had fought a magic duel. There was no pain or soreness in his limbs or his eyes; it was just like his mind was telling his body to be tired, and not the other way around.

The alicorn nearly obeyed his minds instructions and fell down there, but forced his legs to keep him upright and looked Touchy Feely in the eye. He could see that the grey-maned earth pony was sorry for whatever he was doing, but his hand was now gripping Dusk’s shoulder through his shirt instead of just touching it, so he was clearly responsible for whatever was afflicting the alicorn.

Dusk grimaced, and swatted Touchy’s hand from his shoulder, and took a step back on his wobbly legs so that he was in something resembling a fighting stance. The alicorn strength he’d been hit with caused the earth pony to silently open his mouth and grasp his forearm where Dusk had hit it. His pain thankfully momentarily stopped him from trying to grab the alicorn again, which was good because even though only about a second had passed since he touched him, Dusk felt ready to drop into a coma if he had to levitate a feather.

“Gotcha!”

“Mmmph!”

Dusk heard a female voice shout and Spike let out a muffled scream as he was grabbed. He tried to look over his shoulder, but his wings obstructed him again, so fighting hard to maintain balance, turned around in two careful steps.

Even though he’d seen countless pictures of them, it took him a second to identify the creature that was grabbing Spike under the arms and forcing a rag over his face as a female griffon. The young dragon, taller than her, was putting up an impressive struggle, but she kept pulling him back to keep him off balance, and sucking in air to breathe out as fire would only exacerbate his sedation.

To Tartarus with how tired he felt, Dusk’s brother needed assistance. He began to imagine pulling the griffon, who he could tell had flown in through the balcony, being pulled away from Spike, and braced himself for the pain that would come with grabbing that large a struggling object while feeling this tired.

Before he could mentally pull the trigger on his armed magic and ignite his horn though, he flinched and let out a small gasp as a hand grabbed the top of one of his super-sensitive wings.

Touchy! He was her distraction! He realized, but too late, as whatever magic the brown stallion’s touch carried, it seemed to actually kill his shock at being grabbed by a full hand on one of his most sensitive areas, and the tiredness began anew.

Already half-drained, the alicorn had no chance to resist. On command of his hijacked brain, his eyes shut almost immediately, and his legs gave out beneath him a second later.

As he fell, the world around him seemed to get further and further away, and his last thought before hitting the ground, which he barely felt, was of Spike.

Gilda, well versed in the art of foal-napping by now, kept the rag over the dragon’s mouth for a good minute after his eyes had closed and body gone limp. After that, she unceremoniously let him drop to the hard stone floor.

“Hah,” she laughed, putting her talons on her hips as she looked down at the two unconscious studs. “Serves the little shits right for fuckin’ up Dash!” she looked up at the brown stallion, who had locked the door, and was now moving to grab the bags the griffon had flown in with. “Ya think Lightning’s hot? Ya think Lightning’s tough? Dash’d kick her flank in bed just as hard as she kicked it at the Wonderbolt Academy!”

Touchy Feely did not stop or even look towards the griffon as he knelt down and opened up one of the bags, knowing it was the one with what they needed thanks to having packed them himself.

“Wit Lightnin’ back at ‘ome, ridin’ the week out on one’a the pets, I’da thought you’d be takin’ this oppa-tunity ta get back wit Dash yahself.”

“You sayin’ I’m stupid, shit-fur?!” Gilda suddenly growled, and Touchy froze for a second while grabbing two rolls of ribbons and a pair of scissors out of the bag. “Ya sayin’ I don’t know how to get what I want?!”

The brown stallion quickly regained his composure, and turned to the griffon, smiling.

“Mistress, you weren’t bloody phenomena’ gettin’ what ya wan’, ‘gardless a the odds or the law, you’d ‘ardly have or ya job now, or me.”

Gilda grinned back through her beek.

“Exactly. Dash knows that griffons don’t go through heat like ponies do; she’d take me this week, and it’d be incredible, but afterwards she’ll have her brigade of dweebs…” she looked to the alicorn on the floor. “Led by this stuck up little slut, trackin’ me across the continent cryin’ ‘rape’.”

Touchy walked back over to Dusk, but paused before touching him again.

He wasn’t scared of retribution; the alicorn hadn’t seen his Cutie Mark, and even if he did find them later, that’d just be attention Gilda and Lightning didn’t want their relationship getting. But ever since he’d read about Nightmare Moon’s return and reformation, he’d wanted to meet the pony now lying underneath him in a magical coma, and that interest had only grown as he’d read on his further adventures and ascension to alicorn hood. And now, he’d finally met and touched the Element of Magic, but only to use a charm to put him to sleep so one of his two sadistic cunts of “girlfriends” could get revenge on the alicorn for stopping one of their exes from becoming like them.

“The hell are you waitin’ for, retard?!” Gilda suddenly shouted. “Get ‘im naked and truss i’m up before I break your legs and chuck ya into the nearest roaming whored of mares I see out there!” she threatened, gesturing towards the balcony.

Touchy cringed, remembering why he took orders from her, and picked up the hem of Dusk’s shirt to begin cutting it.

Despite the constant adrenaline rush that ran through mare all throughout the cycle, Rainbow Dash’s senses were dulled from only getting sporadic sleep the night before. That didn’t stop her from trying to finger herself as she walked down the stairs in her house. The first night was always like that, as they still had some modicum of control, but the rest of the week could go virtually any direction, and so her hopes were high when she heard her doorbell ring.

As she came to the bottom floor and approached her heavy blue, the pegasus began fondling one of her breasts with her free hand while wondering who it might be. Four years ago, Fluttershy had flown up to tell her about a pack of timberwolves spotted in the forest that they could probably restrain if they all worked together. The returning stallion doctors had had to spend the week afterwards picking splinters out of the towns mares' erogenous zones, which wasn’t very pleasant, but it had definitely been worth it; anything that stopped the constant burning during this horrible weak was.

But then of course, Dash stopped when she came to the door. Not wanting to free a hand to open it just yet, she looked up, and began to fantasize the absolute best-case scenario. Maybe Soarin himself is out there, wanting to try something different than what Flyers Monthly says he does every year with Spitfire and the others.

Then another thought occured to the pegasus, and she grinned ear to ear while increasing her hands’ tempo tenfold.

Or maybe Dusk changed his mind about how he was gonna handle heat week in Ponyville, and decided he was going to do it with the one he’s always loved most, but never had the courage to admit it.

Just before she brought herself to orgasm, Rainbow Dash let go with both her hands and quickly unlocked the doors to pull them both open inwards gleefully, letting the cool and of the high altitude rush past her.

She saw nopony.

“Mmmph!”

She heard a panicked, but muffled cry, and looked down to see her greatest fantasy realized.

On her doorstep, Prince Dusk Shine lay on his side, naked save a horn-limiter and red silk ribbons that wrapped around places all over her body. They bound his forelegs and thighs together. His forearms and biceps were the same behind his back, and his wings together and around his body. His mouth had a ribbon cleave-gag in it, which unbeknownst to Dash, kept several pairs of his own boxers inside.

In front of the alicorn was a brown notecard stood on it’s bottoms, with the words “To Rainbow Dash” written on the front.

The pegasus looked to the card, then Dusk, who looked back up at her with eyes wide in terror. Although the mere thought of Dusk right now would be enough to send her up the walls, and it was inevitable that she’d have her way with anything male placed in front of her this week, her surprise and confusion was great enough to momentarily overpower her libido.

This has to be a heat week-dream, she thought. Shit as perfect as this doesn’t just happen.

She looked back to the card, and reached down for it in the hopes of finding some explanation.

Who could have done this? Capturing Dusk, but then just handing him over to one of his friends?

She flipped open the card and read the unfamiliar handwriting.

“Dear Element of Loyalty,
Tales of your heroics under the leadership of the pony before you have reached as far as our small dominion, and though we know little of your culture or gratitude, we hope you accept this act of appreciation towards both of you.

Many thanks, the Griffon Kingdom.

P.S. Similar arrangements have been made with Spike the Brave and Glorious and the Element of Generosity. Feel free to share.”

After reading the letter, Rainbow looked to Dusk one final time.

Act of appreciation? It’s nice to get acknowledged, but I’ve never even seen a griffon besides Gilda my whole life, and now they’re tying up our boys and delivering them to us on heat week?

Rainbow smiled evilly, which sent more chills through Dusk than the cloud and high-altitude breeze was already providing his naked body.

Damn! Griffons are way cooler than I thought.

Rainbow tossed the letter aside and began to kneel down in front of her new alicorn fucktoy.

“Rah- Ranbah-” Dusk tried to speak through the sweaty underwear in his mouth and knot of fabric covering it, but couldn’t think of anything so say. Years ago during heat week, he’d run out of food in his room he was told to stay in, and had gone to knock on his brother’s door in the middle of the night. Cadence had answered, and ever since seeing the look in her eyes as she reached for the tiny colt in front of her before Shining woke up and trapped her in a force-bubble, he’d known that during heat week, mares can’t be bargained with, can’t be reasoned with, and don’t feel pity, or remorse, or even fear. Like rabies, sedatives are ineffective, and they absolutely will not stop, ever, until either their cycle is passed, or they’re cumming.

“Don’t worry, crown boy,” Rainbow “reassured” the alicorn as she reached her hands through the clouds underneath him to scoop him up. “I’m sure you’ve heard all kinds a horror stories about what we do with guys we find this week…”

When the pegasus’ strong arms made contact with his sides and began to easily pick him up despite his muscular stature, Dusk closed his eyes and began to scream and struggle, indeed recollecting reports of stallions who’d been raped into comas by even singular strong mares. Rainbow Dash simply hugged him tight against her own well-toned naked body to stop him from wiggling free.

“But I promise!” she shouted as she turned around, which got Dusk to stop struggling momentarily. “-That this’ll be the romantic endurance game you’ve been dreaming of having with the best flier in Equestria since you first laid eyes on her!”

Dusk stopped his pointless struggles and rolled his eyes as Rainbow carried him back into her house, using her wings to shut the door behind her. He knew that this wasn’t the pegasus he knew and loved talking to him, but her saying that meant she probably thought it before all this.

Celestia damn it! You’re all beautiful, and I love you as friends, but you do realize that playing a few games with Celestia didn’t make me enough of a perv to be constantly thinking about testing out my new wings by fucking Dash in the sky, tickling and then sticking my dick in Pinkie on top of her kitchen counter, putting Fluttershy in an bunny-themed bondage outfit, and titty fucking her yellow mountains, hog-tying Applejack and making her blow me, eating Rarity out from underneath her latest evening dress, fondling and impaling Zecora through her skimpy tribal wear…

Dash’s cloud bed barely creaked as she tossed Dusk onto it and then climbed over on top of him herself so that she straddled him. With one hand, she pushed the alicorn’s shoulder down, forcing him to lie flat on his bound arms and wings. The sizeable blue breasts he’d been sandwiched against on the way in were now hanging over Dusk’s blushing face. Blood was flowing to his nether regions by now also.

“I’m not gonna take your gag out, okay?” Dash began to lay out her still-forming plans as she looked at the muscular, gift-wrapped alicorn that was finally between her legs after so long. “No offense dude, but I just don’t want our first time ruined by you spouting off some egghead bullshit about nerves or reproduction in between screaming my name.”

With that, Rainbow reached down and took Dusk’s oversized emerging member with one hand, making the alicorn squirm and groan at her touch.

Oh, please no. Dusk thought, fixing his eyes on the pegasus’ puffy, already drenched snatch that his dark pink cock was slowly being pulled closer too. The tiny patch of multicolored hair above it gave Dusk an unneeded reminder of how fucked up this situation was. This is really happening? I’m being left with Rainbow Dash of heat week?!

“And don’t worry, hotstuff; most of my more serious times were with girls, but every guy in Cloudsdale was still lookin’ to tap the ass they always saw in races since I came of age, and I never disappoint my fans.”

Dusk’s growing erection that Dash was guiding was about to spear her, but the alicorn looked up into his friend’s have shut eyes with anxiety and dread filling his heart as he realized the full potential implications of what was happening.

What if I get her pregnant?! Would our foal be an alicorn too? Would she feel compelled to give up her Wonderbolt dream to raise it?

Dusk’s cock made contact with her pussy, and the cyan pegasus eyes rolled back and tongue fell out as it kept going, slowly inching its way inside her well-lubricated love tunnel that they both felt was three sizes too small for Dusk’s girth. The pleasure the alicorn immediately felt only exacerbated his fears.

How is she going to feel when this is all over?! Mares have become insane and suicidal out of guilt for rapes they committed while in heat. As the Elements of Loyalty, she’ll never be able to forgive herself, and I’ll never be able to look one of my best friends in the eye again!

Dusk’s member kept going further and further into Rainbow Dash though, until he was fully enveloped by her folds, and was poking her cervix. The pegasus had been telling the truth when she’d said she’d taken cocks before, but right now it certainly didn’t feel like it; her friend and comrade was bigger and harder and better inside her than she’d ever imagined, and for the first time since the previous morning, she finally felt relaxed.

… For about ten seconds. After that, she regained her focus and looked down at the gagged stallion below her, who had shut his eyes and looked away.

“Hah! Too much mare for you to handle, egghead?” she taunted, and then slowly, as every movement with the dick inside her was difficult and send electric wave of pleasure coursing through both of them, she put her hands on his chest and began to lean down.

Celestia! Dash thought to herself. A few ribbons and a horn-limiter was all it took to turn the guy I’ve been wanting since I messed up his hair into my fucktoy?!

Her bulbous chest came to rest on top of Dusk’s, and him turning his head to side side in denial only left her nick wide open for a long, forceful lick up it’s side, which made him shiver despite her burning warmth. After that, Rainbow Dash began scooting herself up and down her gift-wrapped stallion, bringing his now fully erect cock in and out of her with a steady rhythm, being sure to clench her nether muscles in synch to really milk him.

Dusk involuntarily opened his eyes only to roll them back and moan. Dash’s pussy was probably the tightest he’d ever been inside even without her incredibly strong abdomen squeezing the life out of him.

And as she humped, the rainbow pegasus gripped both of Dusk’s biceps to steady herself and continued to assault his neck, licking, kissing, nibbling. The alicorn instinctively turned his head to try to shield himself, but she just saw that as a challenge, and kept trying to get at whichever parts he left vulnerable until his head was writhing around furiously on the mattress. Dash briefly re-considered un-gagging him just so she could force her way into his mouth and hold him still that way, but she was enjoying chasing him down as he struggled almost as much as forcing his cock all the way inside her.

“Ya know, *lick* Dusk, *smooch* we can *huff* make this *mmmm* last forever.”

She pushed herself back up on his chest to look down at him as he slowly angled his saliva-sheened neck to look up. Rainbow kept pumping on him as she talked.

“Princess Rainbow Dash… *pant* captain of the Wonderbolts? -oh Celestia, you’re good!- *huff* Our children would start a -oh man, I’m getting close- dynasty of *groan* awesomeness!”

Rainbow shouted her last word as she closed her eyes and Dusk felt her picking up the pace on his dick. Dusk could feel that he wouldn’t be long either at this rate, which made a lump form in his throat.

No. I can’t do that to her! He closed his eyes and began to concentrate. C’mon, Dusk! Just let her cum and she’ll be happy!

“Ha!” Rainbow laughed at Dusk’s expression while she humped him furiously. “Think you’re outlasting me, crown boy? You must've forgotten whose address you were delivered to!”

The next few minutes were a terrible combination of ecstasy, agony and adrenaline as the two ponies raced to be last. Dusk had read entire books on the voluntary and involuntary mechanisms of both male and female orgasms in preparation for his nights with Celestia, and that was before he gained his alicorn strength (though he had yet to best the sun goddess, despite having come very close). His opponent today though, was Rainbow Dash, and whether it was racing, friends, or sex, she never quit.

A true testament to the spirit of pony, the blue pegasus sat up so the was in the cowfilly position on top of Dusk, and became a rainbow blur as she rode him. Her contracting pussy also miraculously kept pace with her humps, always squeezing Dusk on the way up, then relaxing to allow her to spear herself again.

Dusk felt like he was being pummeled by the rapid sexual stimulation that was setting his loins on fire with pleasure. It took less than a minute for him to get to the point where he’d have cum naturally, but even amidst his confusion he remembered what was at stake, and imagined tying a knot with the tubes in his balls. He then started to thrust himself, hopelessly trying to match Dash’s pace, thinking maybe he could mash her button first.

It worked to some degree. Rainbow Dash bit her lip and let go of his arms to begin fondling and pinching both her breasts. Dusk’s cock just felt so damn good inside her, and while she was obviously faster, his thrusts felt like a force of nature underneath her.

For the first time in her life, the blue pegasus briefly considered giving up.

Would Dusk like that better? Everypony knows about how Celestia and Luna used to make him their bitch, but maybe since he’s a prince now, he’d like to take the more dominant role in our relationship.

But then the image of being a housewife came into Dash’s head.

Cooking... cleaning… watching our kids all day.

She looked down at Dusk again, whose eyes were shut in concentration, while she felt she could do this in her sleep.

Nah. I’m wearing the pants in this relationship, egghead.

They both kept at it for several more minutes, and the pleasure in Dusk’s balls turned to discomfort, and then agony as his balls swelled more and more, demanding release. He kept thrusting harder and harder, forgetting to breathe as one did during hard workouts, but Rainbow Dash kept her own rhythm on top of him, barely flinching in reaction. The wad he was holding back soon became large enough that he feared for his own safety if he were to relax for even a second, and not just Rainbow Dash’s, since it had never gotten this big before, and he felt the feeling of release could well drive him insane. But no matter how wet he felt his rapist, he didn’t hear a single moan or grunt from her.

Slowly, no matter how hard he tried to redouble his efforts to tighten it, Dusk felt the knot getting looser and looser. Any second, he’d be defiling one of his best friends, and possibly crushing their relationship and all her dreams.

Forgive me, Dash.

“Neeeuuuuuuuh!” Dusk’s scream turned to a moan as his gates broke and he shot out the longest built orgasm of his life. Dash slammed herself back down on him at the last second, but was nearly shot back up to the ceiling by the sheer force of the geyser of hot goo shooting off into her.

Having won the race now, Rainbow Dash relaxed and let her own sexuality run its course, her womb opening up to accept the ocean on seed inside it while giving a rainfall of honey in return. There was so much inside her bloating her belly, she worried briefly that it’d overpower even Zecora’s special birth-control potion, but still let the waves of pleasure wash over her.

For a good two minutes, both ponies floated on a cloud of euphoria. Both their juices flooded out of Rainbow Dash’s pussy and soaked Dusk’s groin and some of the bedsheets.

“*gasp* Oh Celestia!” Rainbow Dash finally exclaimed around the end of the third minute, and looked down at Dusk. Her breasts were turning purple from her having squeezed them so long and so hard, but that was nothing compared to the alicorn on her bed whose eyes were pure white.

“Hah! How’s Celestia compare to that!”

Dusk groaned, and rolled his head to the side, slowly coming to his senses.

“But… *Hnnnn!*” Dash slowly began to push herself up off the alicorn’s large, but already softening cock. “You weren’t- *ugh*!”

*slap*

The pegasus groaned when the 12-inch rod of alicorn meat finally fell out of her, and slapped against Dusk’s wet, muscular stomach. With the hole unplugged, the substantial amount of cum that she hadn’t had room for poured out, coating Dusk’s groin in another layer of bodily fluids. And almost immediately, Dash felt empty and cold; as powerful as that had been, it would only satisfy a mare in heat for a few minutes at most.

“-Half bad yourself!”

Rainbow Dash stood upright on her bed with Dusk between her weakened legs. Dusk groaned, and shut his eyes before opening them and fixing his gaze on the mare standing above him with her hands on her hips, cum dripping out of her pussy.

A lump formed anew in the Element of Magic’s throat, a hole opened in his chest, and his eyes began to sting.

What have I just done?

Rainbow Dash smiled triumphantly.

“You’re mine now, Dusk,” she said, and then, assuming a more sympathetic expression, reached down to her pussy to scrape up a bit of their combined juices on her finger. “And I’m yours,” she held the mix of cum and honey up demonstratively, and looked Dusk in the eyes, oblivious to the terror in them. “No more waiting for flank-letters from Celestia; we’ll do this morning, noon, night, after shows, before shows, in public bathrooms, up on clouds…” Dash kept rattling off times and places they could do it, while Dusk closed his eyes, his cheeks burning.

No, Dash. We’re not, but it doesn’t matter, because we did it once now. Our relationship is ruined forever, but it’s my fault, just because I couldn’t hold back!

“-And no more having to hide it from the other girls cause you’re worried about making them jealous,” Dash got back on track as she stepped off the bed. What she said actually rung somewhat true for Dusk, but not because he loved her more than the others as she was implying. “But because they are are friends, and I’m not the greedy type…”

Dusk opened his eyes, and looked to see Rainbow Dash walking towards her telephone.

“Most of us mares are actually quite lonely on heat weak,” Rarity began to monologue. “All our friends that are young, old or male usually so far away from us. You simply being here to keep me company, Spike, means far more to me than -*uuugh!* your skills with your tongue.”

The young dragon couldn’t make out what his mistress was saying through her beefy thighs that were wrapped around his head, and over the squishing and lapping sounds he was making with his tongue. Rarity lounged on her red crying couch that she’d summoned to her room on the second floor of Carousel Boutique, while Spike was on his knees in front of her, naked, with his hands tied behind his back with purple silk strips.

“And what a lovely coincidence it was that the griffons -*mmmm!*- decided to show their gratitude to us on the exact same year that I perfected my dominatrix garb!” she continued, using her hands that wasn’t holding Spike’s leash to gesture down the red leather ensemble of a heart-shaped corset, long gloves, garter stockings and (formerly) lace panties. Spike had also had his underwear (diamond-spangled boxers that his griffon captorhad placed him in) removed, although he’d yet to have his nethers attended to. Besides, the guilt associated with defiling the (normally) wonderful mare, plus the cockring Rarity had given him that was making his current erection agonizing, made him hope he wouldn’t be cumming for quite some time.

“Tell me Sp- *mmm!* *mmmmm!* Rarity stifled louder and louder moans as Spike got to her cunny and began sucking on it like a baby bottle. “Oh goodness me, Spike! I have just got to make you my personal butler when this is all done! Just thin- *oooh!*” she gasped when her new dragon pet gave her an especially powerful suck.

“Hey!” she abruptly shouted in an angry tone, tugging to Spike’s leash to dislodge him. The young dragon’s honey-soaked and confused face turned up to her. “What kind of mare do you think I am?

“Wh-whuh?” Spike finally spoke. But then Rarity lifted her hips up a bit to trap him in the musky swamp between her stocking-clad legs again and then set him back down. With his hands bound, there was nothing the young dragon could do.

“I offer to let you serve all my needs after this week of free love is over, and you attempt to rush me?!” she was outraged, and squeezed his head tight with her legs. “The griffons did not deliver you here to cheat and leave me unsatisfied. I expect proper, passionate service no matter how many times either of us have cum. Anything less, and you can expect another round with my *ahem* functional accessory!”

Rarity smiled at her innuendo, while Spike clenched his raw anus, and got back to work, making sure to take everything slowly and carefully.

About a minute later, the phone rang. Rarity turned her head to look at the landline, wondering for a second if she was hearing things.

It rang again. Curious, she used her magic to quickly pick up the entire phone and levitate it to her side, taking the receiver with her free hand. The fact that Spike kept licking, bringing her closer and closer to cummung all over his face, showed that short of Dusk, she couldn’t have asked for a better companion for this week.

“Hello?... Ah! Pinkie, darling!... Why are you calling?... What?! How’d she get him?! What? She is?? Well, I certainly can’t let a ruffian like her give Dusk the wrong idea of what it is to be with a mare during her estrus cycle.”

Rarity, who Spike had noticed had stopped twitching in response to his ministrations since she’d started talking, meaning that something seriously distracting was being said, abruptly stood up, tearing her dripping pussy away from his licking and sucking mouth. A few more drops of honey dripped onto his face before she quickly stepped over and past him, heading for the door.

“I’m terribly sorry to abandon you like this, Spike, and I still have the fullest intention of making you mine permananely after this. But this is something all six of us elements must do together if it is to mean anything…”

Wait. All six? Dusk? Spike thought, recalling hearing Rarity say something that sounded like “rust” through her thighs during her phone call. Is that what the griffons did to him? I thought they were gonna hold our newest prince ransom, or something.

“But never fear,” Rarity stopped at the door and turned around with a smirk. Her horn began to glow purple, and Spike looked around the room and he saw a vibrator floating in her telekinetic grip towards him. “I’m the element of generosity after all…”

The cock-shaped device moved around behind Spike, and lowered down, causing the young dragon to shudder at the thought of hours, possibly days, tied up like this with an endless supply of forced orgasms.

“And I always let my friends play with my toys.”

The young alicorn didn’t feel like there was a single square inch of his fur that wasn’t covered by a pussy, a tongue, a breast or an ass.

There were 5 different mares on the softened cloud with him. At the current moment, he was eating one out while another bounced on his dick, a third was wiggling her finger around his ass, and two more were groping, nibbling and kissing whatever they could get at. Rainbow Dash still hadn’t unwrapped her present save his gag, so it was all Dusk was still completely helpless. What he wouldn’t give to be back out in the cool fresh air of Rainbow Dash’s front porch, now that his nostrils felt permanently burned by the smell of sweat and honey.

“Eep! Oh my *mmm* Dusk,” Fluttershy commented. “I was a little hesitant to try this position at first, but you really know *nnnngh* what you’re doing!”

“Nnnnugh!” Fluttershy felt Dusk cry a cry of both pleasure and shock into her nether regions.

“Hehe. Looks like I found your sweet spot, Dusky,” Pinkie Pie teased, and then poked her finger against the alicorn’s prostate again.

“Nnnaaaauuuh!” Dusk shouted again, as what the pink mare was doing inside his ass fully overpowered the sensations of what Applejack was doing atop his rod.

“Oooh! Was that a request for another finger? Happy to oblige!”

Dusk moaned and shook his head as his sphincter was further stretched by the insertion of another digit. While he was doing that, he wasn’t servicing Fluttershy, but the yellow pegasus didn’t mind so long as her friends were happy.

“Oh! Dusk! *lick* You’re the finest of all Canterlot delicacies!” Rarity said, licking what inner thigh she could get at with his legs still bound. Rainbow Dash was twisting and nibbling on his nipples behind Fluttershy.

“Darn tootin’” Applejack added, riding his cock while steadying her hands on his abs. “Thank Celestia for griffons! This’ll put all Granny’s heat week stories to shame!”

Is this the end of us? Dusk pondered the potential future implications of what was happening, but went back to pleasuring Fluttershy once he’d re-adjusted to Pinkie’s ministrations. Are the element of harmony going to go out fucking?

“Oh Celestia, ahm gonna cu-uuauuugh!” Applejack squirted on top of his cock.

“Alright,” Rarity said standing up and taking the farm pony by the shoulders while her eyes were still in the back of her head. “It’s my turn again!”