Heroes In Their Clutches

The (former) alicorn and (former) dragon felt so naked walking the halls of the other world’s… it seemed like a school. Dusk felt cold without his fur, and weak without his horn, while Spike felt unprotected without his scales, and so very small. But Celestia knew how this other world would react to learning they they were both from another dimension (something that would be quite strange even in Equestria), so for now they simply had to walk the crowded halls between the hundreds of students going to-and-fro, trying to learn what they could from observation.

As they kept walking, weaving between students headed to their next class, Spike looked up at his big brother, hoping to see if he’d worked out a plan for recovering the crown yet. Dusk now towered over Spike, but thanks to his new dog biology, looking up so high didn’t hurt his neck. He could tell on the faux schoolboy’s face that he was nervous as hell without his other friends around, but was still definitely thinking.

Spike opened his mouth to ask Dusk what the plan was, but stopped himself and looked forward again before he uttered a syllable, remembering that dogs didn’t seem to be able to talk in either world (well, not the kind he’d been turned into). He’d have to wait until they were alone.

Dusk was indeed thinking. Priority one was, of course, retrieving his crown, but leaving the pony who’d stolen it, Sunset Shimmer, unchecked in this world was not an option.

He looked briefly to the face of one of the furless creatures as they passed while opening his ears to the chatter reverberating around the hallway.

They sound like they’re speaking Hoofian, and the sign outside was written in it. Maybe I should just ask one of them if they’ve seen my crown or know a girl named Sunset Shimmer, assuming she isn’t using an alias.

As the duo came to where the hallway turned left, Dusk looked to another creature’s face as it passed him.

But who should I reach out to? I don’t know their customs or-

“Oh! I’m really sorry,”

Dusk and Spike both stopped in their tracks at the sound of the voice. It was faint, but their ears had both long since adjusted.

“I- I just found it and- and I thought I should give it to her.”

It was coming from around the corner. Not wanting to interrupt, Dusk Shine backed up against the lockers, and began shimming his way down towards the corner. Spike quickly followed suit, getting up against the wall behind his brother and slowly walking behind while trying to listen further.

“I didn’t know you had dropped it.”

They came to the corner, and Dusk poked his head around. The first thing that caught his eye was the mixture of flowing fire and gold that he instantly recognized from the night before. But that mane now belonged to a creature wearing a black leather jacket and orange shirt who was facing away from him with him.

What was facing them though, was a pink haired girl with a yellowish complexion. The voice, as well as how she was lowering her head and backing into the corner, ruled out any potential mistaken identity.

The dog and the schoolboy both thought for a second that their shy pegasi friend had somehow followed them, but that made no sense.

“Well, I did, and I was about to get it before you swooped in and ruined everything!” the woman who could only be Sunset Shimmer transformed reprimanded Fluttershy’s dimensional-counterpart in a snobbish tone.

“You shouldn’t pick up things that don’t belong to you!”

“It- it doesn’t really belong to you either.” Dusk and Spike heard Fluttershy -if that was her name here- reply.

“Excuse me!” Sunset Shimmer shouted in anger as she abruptly slammed her hands onto the lockers on either side of the different Fluttershy with a banging noise, pinning the skinny girl in a white tank-top against the wall, much to her terror.

“N-n-n-n-” Fluttershy stammered as she slowly slid down the lockers until she sat at Sunset’s booted feet. “Nothing.”

“That’s what I thought. It’s as good as mine and you know it.”

Dusk Shine had stepped around the corner into full view, and stood with his fists at his sides and eyes glaring before he even knew what he was doing. Spike normally would have been the one to stop him from doing something like this, but was instead growling in anger behind him. To Tartarus with discretion; this version of Fluttershy clearly couldn’t stand up for herself.

“You really are pathetic. It’s no wonder your best friends are all stray animals!” Sunset finished, holding her finger in Fluttershy’s face.

“How dare you speak to her that way!” a powerful male voice boomed down the hallway, freezing not just Sunset Shimmer, but the boy and girl going through their lockers, not wanting to get involved.

“What did you say!?” the flame-haired villainess looked over her shoulder, finally giving Dusk and Spike a good look at her face. It was turquoise-eyed, smooth, and symmetrical; not bad for the species she now was, but it did nothing to soften Dusk’s righteous anger. He still wasn’t thinking about her potentially recognizing him as easily as he’d recognized her, or how he’d well he’d fight without his horn; only on defending Fluttershy.

“I said,” Dusk began marching forward, holding his head in and fists back. Sunset turned her… rather voluptuous body all the way around and began to mirror Dusk’s movement and posture in her own state of rage, so that they were now both approaching the other. “How dare you speak to her that way!”

Dusk finished just as they were tiny-nose to tiny-nose in the middle of the hallway (Dusk having to look down at her lower face, though that clearly did nothing to intimidate her). He stared down at her pretty face, and her up as his handsome one, for what felt like forever, before, much to his surprise, she smiled smugly.

“You must be new here, slut,” she pulled her body back and flicked her finger up under Dusk’s chin, further catching him off guard and getting him to pull back as well. “White Knights run for the hills when they see Sunset Shimmer distressing their damsel.”

It took Dusk a second to process what the girl who had just confirmed herself to be Celestia’s rogue pupil was actually saying. One he did though, he looked past her at Fluttershy, who was still sitting in the corner, cowering behind a school binder, and then back at Sunset.

“Oh, no, I wasn’t trying to-” he tried to explain things, embarrassed, before Sunset cut him off.

“You’re a fool to try to interfere with my business,” the flame haired alpha-bitch stepped around to Dusk’s side, and he turned to face her. “Buuuut…” her expression softened as she seemed to be taking another look at him. Dusk’s cheeks started to burn and his heart rate sped up, fearing that transformed unicorn was seeing something familiar.

Suddenly, Sunset Shimmer put her hand on his blue sweater clad chest, and with surprising strength, pushed him two steps back into the lockers with another bang as hid shoulder blades and hear collided painfully with the sheet metal.

Spike instinctively wanted to shout in protest, but all that came out of his mouth was an angry bark, which suited him just fine. He felt his new sharp teeth in his mouth as well, and imagined them digging into Sunset’s exposed leg, but restrained himself, wanting to wait for the go ahead from Dusk.

The schoolboy opened his eyes after he’d closed them from the shock of the impact, and saw Sunset Shimmer smiling calmly as she reached her free hand up to his face. He was still too surprised and possibly even afraid after the girl’s sudden aggressive gesture that he only raised his hands so his sides defensively without swatting hers away.

“Your face is kinda cute,” she commented, taking his chin in her fingers.

Despite everything he’d been doing with Celestia since he came of age, and everything he’d been through in the past year, the Prince of Friendship’s cheeks were apple-red, and he still just stood there as Sunset turned his head slightly from side to side, eyeing his features up like a product she was considering buying. He also felt the hand that had pinned him to the lockers sliding down and moving across his abdomen, dangerously close to the hem of his purple jeans. Perhaps it was because he now lacked his horn, or being back in a high school made him subconsciously act like the shy virgin he was when he attended. Either way, it seemed for a while as if his crown’s thief would molest him then and there in their new bodies, and none of the other humans in the hallway would have the gall to intervene.

“This queen of the Fall Formal, and pretty soon a whole lot else, is in the market for a king right now,” she said, dimming her eyes in a sultry manner while leaning in so Dusk could feel her warm breath on his neck. She then moved her mouth closer to his ear and whispered her offer: “Come with me to my mansion now, and I’ll give you better ass than any dumb animal-lover slut could ever; no heroism required.”

Hearing her insult Fluttershy, who was still cowering in the corner, again, finally snapped Dusk out of his fear, and he moved his hands to push the alpha bitch off him, accidentally getting two good handfuls of her sizable, but firm melons in the process.

“Not interested,” he said contemptuously, shoving her back to the middle of the hallway and stepping away from the lockers himself. Disturbingly, though, Sunset didn’t resist physically or protest, her smile remaining the entire time.

“Have it your way,” she conceded after steading herself, and turned to leave. “But you can ask Rally Flag how well I take ‘no’ for an answer,” she added ominously, walking down the hallway away from Dusk and Spike.

Both boys watched her saunter her way away from them and around the corner, with equal parts fear and anger in their hearts, as they were unsure how seriously to take her threat. She was just a teenage girl with no horn now, what was she really going to do to them?

Once Sunset was out of sight, Dusk turned around to face Fluttershy again, who was looking up at him in complete awe, as if even surviving a confrontation with that girl was utterly inconceivable. Dusk decided to smile, and walked over to extend his hand down to her. After he’d gotten her back up on her feet, he’d ask her what they were talking about earlier, and he’d work from there.

Dusk had never liked typewriters, having always typed to fast for them to keep up. This magical version, with a crystal-ball screen though, he could definitely get behind. Having observed this world’s version of the Cutie Mark Crusaders until they’d left, the newly “human” boy went from page to page, slowly piecing together a picture of this strange new world.

It was getting dark now, though. He’d initially wondered if it would be endless day in this world after meeting it’s version of Celestia, but the evidence of what humans could build machines to do was literally staring him in the face, so he decided not to worry about it.

What he was worried about, was where he was going to sleep until the Fall Formal, which would hopefully have a king this year instead of a queen. He’d learned his lesson about staying awake too long, but his options were limited. Sunset Shimmer had probably brought gold bits and jewels through with her the first time, but he’d had no such foresight. He’d probably just-

*click*

“Aaagh!” Dusk cried out as he suddenly felt something jab into the back of his neck with a clicking sound, and then be pulled back just as quickly. His hand immediately went over the point he’d been stuck, and he shut his eyes in stabbing pain.

“Dusk!” Spike, who had previously been constructing a bed of books using only his mouth, turned to look at his brother under attack, and saw a short, green-haired boy standing behind Dusk holding what looked like an Epi-pen. Behind him was an even shorter, and much fatter boy with orange hair, staring back at the dog in fear and shock.

“Holy shit!” shouted an irritating voice that could only belong to some version of Snips, which made his companion’s identity no mystery. “She was right! It is alive!”

Still clutching his punctured neck, Dusk stood up and turned around, so that he now practically towered over the two freshmen, who were currently distracted by Spike. He saw the mechanical needle in Snails’ hand, but couldn’t see a reason for them to give him an adrenaline shot, so figured it must’ve been modified to hold something else.

“Of course it’s alive, doofus. Dogs are living things,” Snails responded to Snips’ exclamation. Meanwhile, Dusk quickly deduced for their words and actions so far that they were, for some reason, in cahoots with Sunset Shimmer, and decided to attack now before whatever was now in his veins took effect.

“No, I mean it can-”

Snips was cut off by the sound of a chair being picked up and swung into his accomplice back, causing him to give his own cry of pain as the blow knocked him onto his stomach. The chubby boy turned to look at the boy they’d been sent to capture, and only now realized just how fit he was. Dusk was still protecting his neck with one hand, but holding the chair in the other, and looked down at the mook with a face of anger and contempt. Snips was immediately forced to reconsider if following the beautiful, brillant, popular Sunset Shimmer was worth it in this case, and began backpedalling, holding his hands out in front of him. Dusk matched his pace, and Spike began prowling his way closer as well.

“L-look, I’m- Sunset just told us-”

“What did you just give me!?” Dusk Shine growled, making the freshmen’s heart jump in his chest. The former alicorn was initially planning to activate an appropriate cleansing-spell as soon as he learned what was now in his veins, before remembering he had no horn, and that he might not even recognize the name of the drug that Snips would answer with. He could still ask him what it would do in how long, and repeat the name to the school nurse (hoping against hope she was still there at the late hour).

“I- uh- she just told us to hit you with the pen and then take you to her place.”

So they didn’t know. Terrific. And Sunset had probably been faking not recognizing him; also not good.

Without another word, Dusk tossed the chair aside with a loud clatter, and dashed straight for the door behind Snips. Spike gave one bark, and followed him. Snips put his hands up to defend himself as the highly-athletic bookworm charged towards him, but Dusk simply shoved him aside with one hand, making the short boy cry out as he practically went flying, then landed painfully on his back. Spike grinned to the side as he ran past him, and followed Dusk out the door he’d practically burst through

The lights were out in most of the school, but it wasn’t yet so dark that Dusk couldn’t see where he was going once in the hallway. He stopped briefly, then looked to his right, then his left.

“What’re we gonna do, Dusk?” Spike asked up to his brother, feeling the severity of the situation as much as he was. If Spike were still a dragon, he’d at least be somewhat able to defend Dusk if he were incapacitated, but as a dog, and a rather small one, he’d be completely at even the two idiots they’d left in the library’s mercy.

“It’s-” Dusk paused, as by that point he’d been still long enough to feel the familiar sensation of heavy arms and lethargic knees. “Sunset must’ve replaced the adrenaline in the pen with a sedative.”

Despite his growing fatigue, the schoolboy took off almost as fast to his right, and Spike chased after him.

“We gotta find help or someplace to hi-aaaaah!”

Dusk cried out as he stumbled and nearly face-planted into the linoleum, but caught himself with his arms just in time.

“Dusk!” Spike cried out again, and ran to his brother’s side. Again, if he weren’t so Celestia-damn small, he’d been able to help his brother up.

“I-” Dusk stammered, his vision starting to darken and lose focus. He looked over his shoulder, and saw that Snips and Snails weren’t following them, yet, but even they could probably find if he passed out here. He looked to Spike, whose terror was not obscured at all by his canine features. “Spike, g- get out of-”

“No!” his little brother shouted, then moved forward and put his paw on the side of Dusk’s shoulder, which was an odd sensation, but one of the most pronounced the schoolboy could feel as his body was going numb all over; simply supported himself with his arms was a sizable effort now. “I chased you through to here, I’m-”

He turned to face the direction of the library, head lowered and teeth bared, ready to take the two giants of boys head on if it came to that.

“I’ve let you get taken enough, Dusk. I can’t go for help without-”

Spike paused, as he realized something. He couldn’t walk up to a human and ask for help, but maybe he could find a phone, which seemed far more common and far more advanced than they were in Equestria, and-”

Dusk let out one final labored breath, and collapsed onto his face.

“Dusk!” Spike shouted again, and turned around to see his brother lying on the linoleum, motionless save his eyelids that he was struggling to keep just half-open. The sentient dog then looked back towards the library, and saw the hallway was still clear. The doors must be soundproof, or else Snips and Snails would’ve heard their desperate conversation by now (either that, or they really were just that big of cowards). He turned again to Dusk, who would be completely out of it any second now. “I’ll go call Principal Celestia or the authorities, don’t worry.”

“Uuh- uh luuuh you, Spuuu,” Dusk tried to speak, his mouth numb and voice slurring.

Spike took off down the hallway in the direction they’d been heading, his nails ticking against the hard floor. He was shocked by how easy and how quickly he ran with his reconfigured and shortened-limbs.

Is this how diamond-dogs move? Whatever. The other students were walking around with little rectangles with crystal balls like the thing in the library, but they’re all gone now. There was what looked more like an Equestrian phone in Principal Celestia’s office, so I just have to turn around this corner and-

“Gotcha, mutt!”

“Arf! Arf!” The moment the talking dog rounded the corner, he was scooped up into the arms clad in a leather jacket. Spike instinctively barked in shock and protest, and tried to struggle and claw with his nails, but Sunset Shimmer simply held his diminutive form against her chest, pushing him up against her sizable, but firm rack, and rendering him helpless.

“Spike, right?” she tried to confirm in a condescending tone.

“Grrr! Spike still tried to struggle, kicking and squirming to get free or hurt the much larger, much stronger woman. “Let me go, you evil bitch!”

“Let you go?” she looked down at the dog she had trapped in her arms, and Spike stopped struggling to look up at her almost angelic (for a human) face. “Oh, no. If everything had gone according to plan, you’d never have even known your element of magic was missing until it was too late, but now that Equestria’s new alicorn stud has followed me to where I have all the power and experience, he’s going to be my ultimate trophy boyfriend.”

Spike growled again, and resumed struggling, but Sunset hugged him even tighter, and began walking, taking Spike back around the corner and towards Dusk.

“You’re not exactly my type, at least in this form. I might take you as a dragon once I rule two worlds, but for now, I think I’ll keep you as my pet.”

Down the hall, Dusk was completely unconscious where he’d passed out, and Snips and Snails we’re finally poking their heads out the door to see this. Both their eyes went wide when they saw Sunset approaching carrying Spike, who was still trying in vain to struggle in her tight embrace.

“Sunset!” Snips exclaimed in shock, and stepped out into the hallway, holding his hands up defensively. “W-we got the purple boy-“ he stammered, pointing at Dusk’s prone body.

She’d been lurking around and had her own modified Epi-pen in her pocket in case they’d screwed up, but considering taking down a boy with the body of a star athlete and mind of an alicorn prince was a step above the usual spying and sabotage she put them up to, she supposed having to personally catch the runner didn’t reflect too poorly on them.

“You did as well as can be expected,” she said in a tone utterly lacking understanding. “Now stick to the plan I told you and get him into my car!”

“Yes mistress!” Snails saluted quickly and then dashed past his still-stammering companion into the hall and over to Dusk, taking a wad of heavy zip-ties out of his pockets.

“Hey! Help! Some- mmmmph!” Spike began to yell, no longer caring for appearing as a normal dog, before Sunset clamped her hand over his mouth and glared down at him. In the background, the shrieking clicks of closing zip ties could be heard.

“And the first lesson both my new pets will learn is how to use their mouths properly.”

Dusk slowly peeled his eyes open to the sight of the dimly lit living room. His head still felt groggy, and his limbs weak, but even before he’d properly woken up he’d been able to feel that he’d been bound and gagged. The only windows in his immediate line of sight had their blinds pulled, but he could see that it was night outside. Sunset must’ve used some kind of drug that wore off as quickly as it took effect.

… Or it’s not the same day… A fear gripped him as he realized the other possibilities. If all Sunset wanted was me out of the way to get my crown back, she’d only need to give me three days worth and-

Adrenaline pumped into his veins, and his senses returned quicker, allowing him to realize where he really was.

Firstly, these was what looked like a giant version of the things from the library in front of him on a cupboard, but it had no keyboard in front of it. He looked to his right and saw a door, and to his left, a stairwell that had steps going up and down. He assumed this was the house Sunset was using, but other than that he didn’t know much.

He then turned his attention to how he was bound, and what to. Wrapped around his head and in his mouth was a ba- no, it was rubber, but ring-shaped. And he was na-

Wrong again. Significantly more of his furless flesh was exposed now, but his upper chest and (thankfully) pelvis were still had garments. When he looked down to see what they were, he saw that he was tied with countless leather belts to a heavy wooden chair. His legs were bound the the chair’s, keeping them spread, and his arms behind his back in some kind of constricting sleeve.

As for what he’d been dressed in; a black thong with Sunset’s Cutie/shirt mark on the front, and an orange t-shirt with the same symbol that only covered his pecs, leaving his 8-pack bare.

So I’m… what? Her minion? Her pet? Her boyfriend? Whatever.

Dusk looked around the room again, but still saw and heard nothing useful. A heater was humming in the background, and he was glad that it kept his exposed skin from feeling cold against the wood, but that wasn’t really important. He still had no idea what day it was, or what had happened to Spike after he’d passed out. The sentient dog looked prime to get away from Snips and Snails, but he obviously hadn’t gotten any help for his brother yet.

Dusk’s eyes went wide and heart sped up as he realized another horrifying possibility:

What if he walked up to somebody and said hello, but since it’s so strange to them they’ve put him in a lab or something? Humans seem to be the only sentient species on earth, so the might not have the same laws…

Dusk looked down to his bondage again. Sunset apparently had plenty of toys lying around for such an occasion, but this didn’t look or feel like the most secure of set-ups. The schoolboy began testing his bonds, biting into his gag to hopefully crush it, trying to wiggle out of the belts or his armbinder. He considered rocking himself side to side, but the chair was fairly heavy and wide, and falling to the carpeted floor while still bound would get him nowhere.

Suddenly, he heard the doorknob to his right being turned, and froze. Then the door swung open, and he turned to see Sunset Shimmer, now clad in an orange and black lingerie ensemble with gloves and garter-stockings, coming through.

Both human-ponies were actually shocked by the sight of the other staring back at them, and Dusk felt a chill through his body while Sunset stopped in her tracks. The alpha-bitch got over her simply surprise of suddenly seeing him awake rather quickly though, and regained her smug composure, while Dusk’s fear of what the seductively-clad teenager had planned for him lingered.

“Well now, Prince Dusk Shine,” Sunset began, sashaying her way over to him, spitting the word “Prince” with contempt. “I think by now you’re starting to grasp who’s in charge on this side of the portal.”

“Wayths hiike?” Dusk said, his ring gag making him slightly more telligible than a ball or bundle of panties would have.

“The basement. A tiny kennel,” Sunset answered flatly, and walked around behind Dusk where he couldn’t turn his head to look, and put her gloved hands on his shoulders, then leaned into his ear. “But you’re my real pet now!”

Sunset’s right hand shot down from Dusk’s shoulders and snaked around to his front, where she wiggled it under his thong. When he’d first entered this world, he’d felt between their legs that their cocks had no sheathes and were free to bounce around and scrape against their underwear while flaccid. It hadn’t bothered them earlier, but it certainly did now, as his captor didn’t even need to warm him up before to get her warm hand, whose softness was only accentuated by her gloves, around him. The schoolboy shouted gagged shouts and squirmed in protest at her molesting touch, but she started pumping and fondling him regardless.

“Yes. That’s it. Squirm and moan,” Sunset taunted as she kept squeezing him, occasionally giving his ballsack a fondle or brushing up his shaft to his tip with her thumb. “The Element of Magic, Equestria’s newest prince, and I’ve got you all trussed up in my living room, ready for me to fuck until he loves it, just like any other teenage stud I set my sights on!”

Somewhat true to her boasts, Sunset’s efforts were already yielding results, as each time she squeezed him now, more and more blood rushed back in when she relaxed her grip. Before long, she started to feel real resistance in his cock, which made her grin evilly while Dusk curled his toes and fists, fighting the growing glow of pleasure. She began stroking his pole up and down as well, making it a proper handjob, and eventually his cock, smaller than before, but still huge for a human, was pointing straight up, (uncomfortably) keeping his thong out of the way all on it’s own.

“The crown that I’ll have back in two days time, since I’ll run uncontested, should have a sun on it,” she continued to speak while pleasuring him. Dusk tried not to pay attention, and think about how he might escape once she was through with him (for now), but it was impossible. “I should have had those wings instead of you as well. Celestia never promised me either, but I think our current positions can attest to whose better at this kind of thing. Celestia didn’t want a prodigy; she wanted a slave!”

There was so much wrong in what he’d just heard that Dusk didn’t even start to unpack it. Sunset Shimmer might have a different body and call a different dimension home, but she was just like everyone he’d fought since the Summer Sun Celebration.

His member was almost rock hard now though, and if she kept it up she’d have him staining her gloves in a couple minutes. Instead though, after a few more squeezes to make sure his cum cannon was nice and armed, and then pulled her hand back. Dusk opened his eyes as the pleasure suddenly stopped, somehow still shocked that these kind of women loved to draw it out.

He looked over his shoulder, and watched her circle around in front of him and put her hands on her hips, giving him another view of her immaculately sculpted body that was so seductively dressed. She, on the other hand, saw only his beautiful purple eyes, which were fearful, but not terrified.

“A slave… yes,” she looked down at his high-standing member, and bit her lip without compromising her smug expression. “You were never anything but Celestia’s toy. Toy soldier, and fucktoy.” Dusk was taken aback by her apparent knowledge of the intimacies of his relationship with his mentor, since while the castle staff and royal guard knew it well, and he’d confided it with his family and close friends, it’d only ever reached the most desperate of tabloids, any Sunset had been in this dimension for years. Then again, she seemed to know everything new about the Elements… he had to focus on the here and now.

“And I’m going to take everything from her,” Sunset continued, kneeling down and learning over Dusk’s crotch so that he could feel her warm breath on his new, pointed penis. The schoolboy leaned his head back and looked away, knowing full well where this was going. “Starting with you.”

The beautiful co-ed concluded her gloating, and wrapped both her super-soft hands around his genitals, her left cupping his balls, and her right gripping his lower shaft. The heavenly feeling of her expertly positioned grip instantly sent shivers through Dusk’s body, but was nothing compared to when she added her mouth to the equation.

After quickly licking them, Sunset spread her lips as far as they could go and engulfed his upper third, bringing his most sensitive area into the warm, wet, soft cavern that only a vagina could match. Dusk’s eyes rolled in his head and he involuntarily twitched his cock in her embrace, but she hadn’t even started. Because he was so large, by the time he felt his tip poking the back of her mouth and her entire tongue against his underside, there was still a third of him bare between her hand and lips. She’d mathematically anticipated this, though, so her descent slowed, but never stopped, and she began breathing through her nose as Dusk felt himself pushed past her mouth and into the tight restriction of her esophagus.

As he was swallowed up by the feeling of euphoria, Dusk lost track of his surroundings for a limited time, and imagined he was back in Celestia’s bedroom, where he first felt this incredible feeling. There was something missing, though.

Dusk suddenly opened his eyes, and looked down at Sunset, who was slowly climbing back up his shaft, squeezing his base and balls with his hands, applying similar pressure with her lips and tongue and sucking from deep within her lungs, all in an effort to milk him.

“Ey sungseh!” he called out, his ring gag giving him marginally more vocal abilities. The flame-haired schoolgirl had just reached the point where her lips encircled the new ring around his tip, and would begin licking his head any second. Despite her commitment to not give her captive any power, she couldn’t help but pause and look up with only her eyes to see Dusk’s face strong again.

“Youh anna take e frung heleshia, yull need hen himes higger rests, an a herhonhalihy unlike a heesegrater!” (You wanna take my from Celestia, you’ll need ten times bigger breasts, and a personality unlike a cheesegrater!)

Dusk’s words, barely comprehensible as they were, had the same effect like a freezing spell on the girl on his cock, as she remained stock still for at least twenty seconds objective, her saliva actually cooling on his dick while her mouth was still over it.

The trussed-up schoolboy had hit her in the exact spot she’d been trying to shield. She had been thinking of giving him a tit-job, but knew that he’d have received far better, and so her efforts couldn’t hope to overwhelm him like her honed oral skills might.

Sunset abruptly let go of and pulled herself off Dusk’s member with an audible pop as her lips separated from his head, and a few drops of pre-cum dripped back down onto it. Her face was now stern and angry, no longer just smug.

“Fine then, prince boy,” she said, standing up. She then stuck her thumbs into the strings of her damp panties, and pulled down, revealing a sticky, but hairless, puffy mound. “We’ll skip the foreplay,” she dropper her undergarments to the floor and stepped out of them, putting her hands on Dusk’s shoulders again. “And I’ll just claim you right here.”

How does raping me in any way claim- uuugh! Dusk thought, then grunted when Sunset decided to simply hop up onto him. Her naked ass was now between his spread thighs, and her super-smooth stockings rubbing against their bare flesh. The prince recovered and looked up, but the schoolgirl was already looking down, planning her next move.

Her right hand came off his shoulder and down between them to grab his saliva-sheen dick again and angle it properly. Sunset seemed pretty determined to do it this way, if only to spite Celestia, completely oblivious to how many mares he’d been inside since she left. Dusk figured insulting her again probably wouldn’t get him anywhere, so he simply closed his eyes and braced himself. He’d go back to trying to escape once they moved him, or at least left for classes in the morning.

The alpha-bitch lifted herself up on her prize lap, and then down, spearing herself on Dusk’s cock and sinking down it, putting her freed-up hand inside her brassiere to fondle her left breast. It was only now, being filled to the last inch with her new prince doll’s warm meat, that she felt how truly large he was. Dusk, likewise, had to note that while she’d never make him feel like it was being sliced clean off, she was certainly tighter than Celestia would be when he’d first enter.

Sunset kept taking more and more of the fat, fleshy pole, until she felt his head poking her cervix… and then she cried out in shock as it pushed it’s way past for another inch. Despite the almost circulation-cutting tightness, Dusk’s loins were burning with the warm pleasure of being inside a female once again, and his balls picked up where Sunset had left them on their way to orgasm.

The beautiful co-ed caught her breath, then began using her hand, her spine, and her legs in a unified effort to begin riding her little pony. Dusk was so firmly imbedded in her, it took her quite a while of uncomfortably pulling against and wiggling around on top of him for her to dislodge herself and work up a rhythm.

Dusk’s eyes rolled back and he felt his body going numb as he was raped, every sense being drowned out by the immense carnal stimulation coming from his groin. Sunset has also started out dripping wet in anticipation of claiming such a studly body for herself, but he felt her getting wetter and wetter, some of her hot juiced leaking out and wetting his hairless crotch.

It went on like this for quite a few minutes; Sunset alternating between moans and gasps as she went up and down on him and groped herself. No longer having any fear of her, Dusk simply tried to be passive, but noticed after a while that he was trying to clench his thighs together despite his tight bondage. He stopped, but by then it didn’t really matter because if he didn’t start holding back, which he saw no reason to, he’d be cumming soon.

Dusk gave out a final few short breaths, his lips becoming chapped from his mouth being open so long, and bit into his gag. His balls convulsed, and then shot everything he had up into the girl on top of him.

“Gaaaauuuugh!” Sunset moaned and gasped at the same time as the feeling of hot sperm shooting into her, filling her even more completely than the cock that supplied it, signified her victory. She herself wasn’t close enough to be pushed over the edge, but she wished she had humped him harder, because the feeling of the hottest stud she’d ever ridden cumming in her would have been the perfect high note to end on.

Instead, she settled for taking her hand out from her brassiere and wrapping both of her arms around Dusk’s neck to pull in for a kiss that his gag made unusual, but no less passionate or deep. She savored the feeling of the warm cum leaking out of her and soaking her bare crotch and inner thighs.

Between the kiss and cumming in such a tight orifice, the violated schoolboy was out of it again, imagining he was back in Equestria, enjoying a night with Celestia and Luna. The only thing missing, again, was fur, which made him feel absolutely drenched in sweat, despite not being all that hot.

His spurts of cum slowly tapered down. Sunset pulled her mouth off his and closed her eyes and clenched her pussy a few times to try to milk him dry, but she was nowhere near strong enough, so she gave up, and let his cock stop twitching inside her.

For some time, they were both still and silent. Sunset had her eyes closed and bit her lip, her emotional satisfaction battling her physical frustration. Dusk was simply focused on catching his breath.

“This is your life now,” Sunset practically whispered, causing the schoolboy to look up at her. The lingerie-clad co-ed, however, was already putting her hands on his bare sides and starting to push herself off his waning erection, causing warm cum to spill out everywhere, sticky-ing the chair and Dusk’s ass. “Canterlot High changed for good when I came here,”

She came off his dick, allowing it to drop down into the amassed puddle of it’s own discharge while an un-fatigued Sunset Shimmer stood up in front of his chair again, rivlets of cum still dripping out of her pussy onto the carpet. She cocked her head to the side.

“Now that your here, prince-boy…”

Then, all of a sudden, she squatted down and grabbed the front middle-bar of the chair with both hands and lifted. Dusk’s eyes went wide, and when he felt himself tilted into gravity’s cruel grasp, he shouted through his gag, but there was nothing he could do to stop her.

He fell back, his head whipping into the floor. The carpet was thick enough to cushion him from any real pain from the impact, but the top of the chair war now crushing the tops of his bound arms underneath it.

Yet the chair was still wide enough that he couldn’t roll to either side, and so he was stuck first looking at the faint light on the ceiling and then at Sunset’s sperm-plugged vagina after she walked around and stepped over him. A few final drops of cum fell from her crotch, one landing on his cheek and nearly splashing into his eye, and the other in his open mouth. While he was choking and gasping on his own salty slag, Sunset began kneeling down again until the source was jammed over his mouth and nose, suffocating and getting more in his mouth so that he gagged and coughed into her vagina.

“You better get with the program. Now clean me up!”