Heroes In Their Clutches

On the summer day Dusk Shine was hauling the broken equipment from the Sweet Apple fields back to the barn, he practically felt his fur being burned away where ever it was exposed.

The alicorn shifted his telekinesis to move the seeding-plow and hole-borer he was floating behind him between his eyes and the sun, and risked a quick glance at the sky again. Naively, he hoped that the pegasi had changed the weather schedule since he’d last read it, but of course he saw only blue past the purple-glowing farm equipment.

Of course. It has to be this sunny at least a few weeks every summer to let plants like Applejack’s prosper. That said… Dusk looked behind him across the fields. The Apple family was nowhere in sight; out dealing with pests in the cornfield with Fluttershy and harvesting wool, leaving this task of salvage to him. I should ask Rainbow Dash where she gets her awesome shades.

Yes. He’d do that after he was done. In the meantime, he looked back to the open doors of the barn, where every tool and spare part Sweet Apple Acres had was strewn about, and kept walking towards it.

Once he was close, he moved the machinery he was levitating behind him and closer to the ground to allow him to bring them inside behind him. Stepping into the barn’s shade was like being hit with blast of ice water, even though he knew the actual temperature difference had to be marginal. He walked over to the workbench, and seeing just about everything he figured he would need somewhere in the haphazard pile, he turned around to look at the floating machinery.

An ametuer levitator would have simply gently released their telekinetic grip, but this was hardly Dusk’s first time handling objects both heavy, and requiring care. Double checking with his eyes to make sure they were both over clear space in opposite corners, and that he would have room to walk around them, he very slowly and deliberately pushed them to the dirt ground. The plow landed completely flatly with nary a clang, and the hole-borer was set down perfectly on it’s stand. Dusk didn’t pause for even a moment though, glancing over to the work bench, and pulling a handful of different screwdriver into the air before setting off towards the plow to get started.

Wait.

The alicorn looked back at the workbench, and stopped when he saw it. It wasn’t a shocking or overly interesting sight per-se; a flat coil of metallic bands shaped vaguely like a heart… or perhaps a sliced apple like Big Mac’s cutie mark? At a glance it didn’t seem out of place among all the other metal instruments on the bench, but it wasn’t any tool or machine part Dusk had ever seen in his many mechanical endeavours. It looked like there was something written on the center, but he couldn’t read it because from his point of view, it was upside-down.

Pride could never delay Prince Dusk Shine’s helping of a friend, but curiosity could. Barely thinking about anything but his magic, the alicorn made the strange object glow, and floated it over to his face to read the silver lettering on the gold plaque at the center.

“To the Apple Ponyville Apple family. One coil for every apple-making year. - Sprocket”

Dusk smiled, partly at the heartwarming gesture from Ponyville’s premiere mechanic, partly from his own stupidity.

What was I expecting? An ancient, powerful magic relic? Some kind of booby-trap? They must’ve just put this on the table to modify it somehow. Maybe attach a hoof for hanging.

The alicorn used his magic to float the present back onto the table in the exact position he’d found it, and turned back to the broken machines.

“Hey, Cutie.”

“Gaah!” Dusk gasped at suddenly seeing two beige mares in front of him. His wings now almost as much a part of him as his legs, he reflexively flapped them both once, blasting a gust of air forwards, causing the two mares to cover their faces, and bringing him a few paces back.

“Read any good books lately?” the second mare asked casually as she brought her hand down from her face, and Dusk landed on his feet.

“Shim?! Sham?!” Dusk blurted out is disbelief as he recognized the two red-white headed unicorns, even without their hats and t-shirts and shorts to match the weather.

“That’s us,” the one on Dusk’s left, whose voice his honed-ears recognized as Sham’s, said, still completely calm. Then, to the purple pony’s further surprise, Sham bowed to one knee, her sister following suit to the right.

“...Your highness,” she finished.

The two sales ponies sudden act of humbleness kept the alicorn off balance for a few seconds more. He wanted to ask them what the Tartarus they were doing in an Apple Family -who they had parted with roughly a year ago on rather unfriendly terms- barn, but their bowing to him as Equestria’s first alicorn prince was making him feel embarrassed instead.

Dusk recovered quickly, though, and adopted a stern expression.

“Stand up,” he commanded forcefully, but not angrily. The two beige unicorns obeyed, still innocently, and Sham looked like she was about to talk again before Dusk cut her off. “What are you doing here on Apple Family property? The residents here are out working the fields-”

“All of them,” Shim suddenly tried to confirm. “Applejack, the grandmother, the younger sister and Big Macintosh?” she cocked an eyebrow.

“Yes,” Dusk quickly replied, and tried to continue, but Sham cut him off for the second time.

“And they’ll be out there all day?”

“Probably,” Dusk confirmed, becoming slightly annoyed as well as suspicious. “But-”

“Well that’s a damn shame,” Shim said, exchanging slightly darkened glances with her sister. “We were hoping to give them all the first taste-”

“Metaphorically and literally-” Sham added.

“Of our latest product,” the mare on the right finished while opening the red saddlebag she had strapped to her side.

Dusk considered snatching them both up with his magic and flying them over to Fluttershy and the Apples. They were salesponies, not con-artists (at least from what he’d seen), so Shim might’ve been reaching in for something that would be worthwhile to somepony, but you don’t pitch your products by trespassing onto a farm you tried to upstage and then take.

Sham pulled out a tiny wooden crate and held it in front of her. It was about the right size for a single apple, and Dusk did want to know what was inside, but he’d already let his curiosity get the best of him once today. Not wanting to be overly forceful though, he simply reached out to put a firm hand on each sister’s shoulder.

“No.”

“But-” Shim began, pointing to the wooden box in her sister’s hand.

“I may be a prince now, but this is the Apple Family’s farm,” he began to push on their shoulders, signalling them to turn around and start walking. “And we’re not discussing anything any further…”

The salesmares obeyed and turned around, again exchanging uncertain glances, and Dusk repositioned his hands on their back.

“-Until they say you can be he-”

*thud*

“Ah, drat!” Sham “cursed”, and Dusk stopped and looked down by her booted-feet to see their tiny wood box having fallen to the floor.

“Do you think it’s broken, sister?” Shim asked as Dusk was already grabbing it with his magic. Lifting it up off the ground took more effort than it should have were the small wooden box empty or simply containing an apple.

“You wouldn’t mind opening it and checking, would you handsome?” Sham asked looking back at the alicorn with dimmed eyes.

Dusk had barely even noticed the sisters rather attractive thin bodies and young, soft faces until Sham tried that; as he’d acknowledged to himself before, his usual company spoiled him in terms of attractive females. But even though Rarity’s bedroom-eyes put Sham’s to shame, they did make him realize that seduction had sealed a good number of deals for the twin salesmares.

He still wasn’t remotely aroused though, and just wanted to be considerate. The purple alicorn looked back to the box floating to the side of Sham’s head, and shifted it so the side with the largest crease was tilted towards him. Assuming opening would be simple since the sisters hadn’t given him any directions, he effortlessly swapped the single focus-point of his levitation for two on opposite ends of the box, and pulled them apart. Sure enough, the top slid off without-

The last of the energy- gone from black to dark purple due to the pony it had snatched up- was sucked back into the box like water going down a drain. With Dusk no longer in the mortal realm to sustain his telekinesis, the automatic leviation spell imbedded in the box pulled the lid back on just a few nanoseconds before the tiny crate clattered to the floor a second time.

“Nice going, sis,” Shim breathed in a sigh of relief,, putting her hand on Sham’s shoulder while Sham squatted down to pick up the trapping-box. “Things weren’t looking so pretty for us. But what’re we gonna do now with-”

“Forget the apple stud, sis!” Sham practically shouted with enthusiasm, loud enough to make Shim cast a nervous glance out the barn doors. “We just literally snagged Equestria’s #1 most eligible bachelor. Now we’re really gonna be world famous!” she exclaimed, picking up the crate and admiring it in her hand, as if she could really see her prize in the pocket dimension.

“But if we-

Sham suddenly spun around on her heels, pointing at her sister.

“But that’s the beauty of my plan, sis! Whether we got a no-pony farm stud or an alicorn prince, nopony saw us here!”

Shim’s worried face slowly brightened, as she imagined the future, both near and long-term.

“-And with him,” she pointed to the box. “We won’t even have to go get replacements every 25 years! He’ll stay young and sexy all our lives!”

Both salesmares beamed with excitement and pride at what they had just accomplished by accident. Feeling all of Equestria their plaything with the ingenious “cargo transport” device she had in her hands, Sham looked out the door to the open fields, remembering what their new prince had said.

“This’ll definitely hurt Applesnatch. Everypony knows she loves him like every other element. But if you really want to hurt these inbred hicks, we could still…” she trailed off, looking to Sham with a sly smile, as if there was any subtlety left to the situation.

“We couldn’t whore an alicorn out without raising a few eyebrows,” Shim pondered as she looked down the fields herself, cocking her head to the side and putting her hands on her hips. “But why risk it when we’ve got so much in the bank?” she shrugged and turned back to her sister. “This town fucked us over last time we got arrogant.”

“That’s right sis,” Sham said, beginning to saunter out the barn doors. Shim soon followed, putting the box back into her purse. “This is retirement. This is the last risk we’re ever taking.”

“Except with our marriage!” Shim added, and they both chuckled.

The moment the small box was open a crack, Dusk felt something cold inside his magic, tracking back into his horn. A shroud like an immaterial shadow poured out of the box and shot towards him, turning his entire world black. His instinct was to forcefully terminate his telekinesis while summoning the quickest purge and shield spells he knew simultaneously, but either it was too late or whatever was in the box was to powerful for quick spells.

It took less than a second for the shroud to totally envelop him, and even less time for the same cold feeling reach every cell in his body. He didn’t get the chance to struggle physically, or even shiver at the feeling of all his bodily fluids turning into arctic waters though, because the cold soon turned into the most intense numbness conceivable.

Dusk felt like his entire body had been snatched away from his brain. He couldn’t feel his mouth or lungs, but he wasn’t suffocating. He commanded his horn to ignite to illuminate the nothingness around him, but the signal just seemed to go nowhere. Trying to flag his wings or move his limbs was equally fruitless, like he was impotently yelling at a dead pony, except he couldn’t even feel the strain of trying without his body.

Possibilities? He quickly began to think. Dead? Was that some kind of monster that’s eaten me? I’ve never read about anything like it. And do Shim and Sham really hate us that much? If I’m dead though, all research indicated my soul should be moving on, not trapped wherever here is.

Dusk didn’t feel any safer with that knowledge though, and against everything he’d learned in the past year he might’ve descended into panic had it he hadn’t realized he was feeling cold again.

He checked the places where his brain told him his body parts would be, and confirmed that they were being returned to him by the same icy grasp that had snatched them away. And it worked just as quickly as it did before, because Dusk was whole again and the heat returning to his body in mere seconds. Dusk’s relief at being able to feel again was counterbalanced by a series of new, hugging sensations on various points of his body, specifically his horn, legs up to his knees, arms up to his elbows. He had a good idea what position he was in even before the black shroud was peeled away in front of his restored eyes.

He was in a room with old, but expensive wooden walls and floors. Taking up the majority of his vision though, was Shim and Sham, but now smiling on the other side of a thick glass pane, standing over what looked like a control panel.

What it controlled, Dusk didn’t know now, but figured he would find out soon enough. He couldn’t turn his head because his horn was locked in a cushioned metal pipe that came down from the ceiling. There was also a cushioned brace behind his neck and head, stopping him from trying to lean back or struggling and snapping his horn. He could feel he was in a spread-eagle position with each arm and leg locked in a larger, white plastic tube that was also cushioned, but gave him no room to wiggle. His upper chest was hugged by a leather harness than had his wings bound to his back, but other from that he was naked.

Dusk highly doubted struggling, even with his alicorn strength, was going to get him anywhere, so despite his nudity, which he could see they were enjoying, he glared into the eyes of the two smiling salesponies behind the glass, and hoped the pane wasn’t soundproof. In doing so, he saw behind them a window to the outside, with the light of a sunset in the background, meaning he’d been out of it for more than the minute he’d experienced. That made pocket dimensions a likely suspect for how he’d been brought here, but the how wasn’t nearly as important as the why at that point.

“You both know the consequences for foalnapping, and my friends and the princesses won’t pay a ransom or rest until I’m found. What are you trying to accomplish here? Revenge?”

Judging by how his voice echoed all around the rather small room though, the glass was indeed soundproof. This was confirmed when Shim and Sham turned to each other and began to talk, but Dusk couldn’t hear them. The purple alicorn had many skills, but reading lips was not among them, so he had to base everything off their body language. They seemed to be having some kind of debate, occasionally glancing at or gesturing to the control panel, but were both still smiling and acting jovial. Without being able to hear their voices, Dusk realized, he had no idea which was which, but they had both ditched their hats and changed into shorts and a cleavage-showing T-shirt and tight-fitting blouse respectively.

Dusk’s eyes went wide when he saw the sister on his right in the blouse turn around and talk to someone out of view of the window.

Who the Tartarus else is involved in this? Are Shim and Sham just pawns?

“What do you think, Shhh-coral?” Shim asked the dark purple crystal unicorn in a designer purple and gold suit-blouse and pants sitting in the easy chair in the corner of the room. She looked up from the schedule she was idling reviewing at the mention of her name. “All the way up or just ‘slutty.’

“It’s pronounced “Shore-all,” sweetie, but I’ll only tell you what I tell most of my clients who want advice on what they want their pets to be like; anything you want, so long as you’ll always want it; such alterations aren’t easily reversible.”

“Ya know,” the brown earth pony stading next to her spoke up, raising his right hand. “Ah could give you lot a raht gropin’. Tell ya ‘ow naughy ya feel day-ta-day.”

Shim and Sham’s facial expressions showed they weren’t thrilled at that idea. Seeing this, Schorl turned to look at the young stallion she’d brought along with her disapprovingly.

“I didn’t convince Gilda and Dust to let you out of their sight for one day so you could show off your parlor tricks at every opportunity.”

The brown stallion’s neutral expression flashed afraid for a second, but he stayed calm and retorted.

“Ah ain’t bein’ tested like your patience when pets cock-up either, though,” he pointed to the window- even though he couldn’t see the bound alicorn from his position- to make a point of the other uses they could have had for him. “Cause ah give ponies a ‘jective stan-point on their ‘motions.”

He then looked to the two yellow sisters, and put on a sly smile. “Lemme just give you two quah-litty items a quick touch- tell yah if you’ll be ‘appy with a ruttin’ anima’- before ah tell ya if the society’s new non-livin’ toy’s buggered up a prince’s brain any more or less than ‘supposed to,” he tapped his skinny-jeaned ass. “Mah cutie don’t give me nuffin in the way a ‘ard facks, so ah won’t go rattin’ ‘bout ya childhood crushes. An’ you two are bloody gorgeous, but the society does an even bloodier job a teachin’ pets ta keep their hands ta themselves,” the earth-pony concluded, lifting up his shirt to show numerous splotches and lines of darkened fur; obviously the work of his owners.

The two sales mares turned to each other and smiled. They knew buyer’s remorse and how to take advantage of an opportunity better than anypony.

“Fine,” Sham said, and they both held out their hands and began walking over to them, out of the view of the window. “If you really can feel whatever we feel by touching us like Miss Tourmaline says, then go ahead and do it to us.”

“I’m reasonably confident I just want a slutty husband,” Shim commented as the grey-maned stallion walked over to them, holding each of his hands out. “But tell us if we’ll grown end up horny old-mares.”

The young stallion named Touchy Feely took both mares hands gingerly. A lifetime of practice stopped him from even flinching as two different waves of emotions not his own washed over him, and it was like he was seeing the world through three different sets of eyes.

Dusk had silently watched everything the sales mares (if that was still their job) did, but was still mostly clueless. They had talked to somepony he couldn’t see, who’d say something they didn’t like, and then something they did, which caused them to walk away from the window to get something.

They’d been away for a good minute now. Dusk had already tried using his super-strong wings to break the harness, but that only made it dig painfully into his chest. The moment he tried to ignite his horn, there was the sound of a whirring engine at the other end of the tube it was trapped inside, and he felt his power snatched away from him. Obviously he was stuck until the sisters and their mysterious friend make their next move, or somepony showed up to rescue him. Given that he was bound in a device that suggested experimentation, if not outright being drained of something, and how the view through the window suggested he’d passed quite a bit of time and distance whereever he’d been, Dusk couldn’t be optimistic about either situation.

Finally, the unicorn sisters came back into view. They were still talking to whomever was in the corner as the returned to the control panel, and agreed or approved of something given how they nodded their heads and gave thumbs up. They then both looked at Dusk, grinning smugly, which scared him even if he didn’t show it. One held down a button on the control panel, causing a speaker in the ceiling come to life with a terrible screech that reverberated all around the room, making Dusk cringe in pain until it was replaced by Sham’s voice.

“Hey there, Mr. Element of Magic!” Sham shouted, hurting Dusk’s ears again. He kept his face mostly straight though, and responded.

“Does this speaker work both ways?”

They seemed to react to his words, so he hoped for a second that it would, and perhaps he could probe them for information, but then Shim talked.

“Don’t get your brand-spankin’ new feathers in a bunch, handsome, we ain’t gonna hurt ya!”

Can they hear me or are they just responding to my lips moving? I need to test; say something I know they’ll respond to.

“You’re both horrible salespon-”

Sham, still smiling, suddenly started talking through to speaker again, cutting him off and making him conclude he was indeed mute to them.

“We wanted to give our latest technological wonder…” Sham trailed off.

“-The Bimbotron Mark 6.9-” Shim added, smiliny filly-ishly as if that was the most clever name in the world. The name was far more terrifying than funny to Dusk, as he fully grasped the implications.

“A test on Big Macintosh, but who would just happen to drop into our laps when we came to collect him in our new innovation on the millenia-old crate…” Sham continued.

“-That Ponies #1 sexiest stallion alive!” Shim finished.

“Burn in Tartarus, you evil, uncharismatic bimbos!” Dusk shouted possibly loud enough for the sisters to hear him, as they both recoiled from the window in shock. The alicorn then finally began to struggle, pulling, shaking, wiggling, and trying to use magic in his restraints. Given set up was intended to hold Big Macintosh, it wasn’t surprising that he got nowhere, not even eliciting creaks or wobbles from the tubes or the wood they were bolted into. The way his horn was locked also made any attempt to move his head painful in addition to futile. But what else could he do? The soundproofing of the room prevented him from even begging them not to do whatever a Bimbolizer did.

Dusk kept squirming, wearing his body out and making the insides of the tubes hot from his limbs rubbing against the cushioning, even as the sisters recovered from their shock and turned on the speakers again.

“You’ll still be you, sweetheart,” Shim said while Sham began working the controls. “Just a you more befitting the husband of two recently retired salesponies.”

Dusk heard Sham’s clicking of buttons through the speakers, and then both heard and felt a hum at the other end of the pipe locked on his horn. He tried to look up with only his eyes, but it blocked his vision. His heart and breath began to race.

“By locking into the magical nexus of a ponies brain -the part of the body some of us have horns on- and using a built-in calculation spell like the ones used in video games, we can effect your body in minor ways and mind in nearly limitless ways.”

At Sham’s words, Dusk thought back to being turned to stone, being robbed of his horn, turning his parents into plants, and everything Trixie had done to his friends. His worst experience with magical transformation, though, was easily when Discord made him feel true despair, because it had been mental and not just physical. The hum that was getting louder and louder with each button Sham pushed was probably going to do the exact opposite, but being infinitely happy and horny was no better than being infinitely sad to a pony who had build his whole life around adventure, discovery and emotion.

The alicorn’s heart was beating out of his chest. He opened his mouth to beg, but then then, in one instant, the humming tripled in volume, and Dusk felt another sensation of being gripped inside his head through his horn like how the box had grabbed him.

The next few minutes he could only hang his mouth open while staring ahead blankly as nothing made sense.

All the connections his clever mind saw between things felt like they were being severed, and all the inferences he could usually make without even trying where being forgotten. It was like his brain was rotting away inside his head. Each second, he knew he had known something a second earlier that he didn’t know now, but before he could even try to figure out what that was, he’d lost something else.

Even what he could see in front of his very eyes was like a picture fading out of focus, even though he physically saw everything fine.

Which one’s Shim? Which one’s Flam? What’s that thing the one on the lef- no, the right… I think… pushing buttons on? Why am I being held like this? Why do I feel like I’m changing?

Dusk did figure one thing out though.

The yellow ones. They’re pretty and they have big tits. That’s good.

It wasn’t long before that was more than good, though. That one thought, and all those that spun-off from it, seemed to become clearer and clearer as everything else faded away. It was like somepony was pointing out a tiny detail on a work of art that he’d overlooked before, but totally changed his perspective once brought to attention, and he felt like an idiot for not seeing it earlier.

They’re hot! I should fuck them! That’s what ponies are meant to do! I’ve seen hotter… I think… but those mares I vaguely remember aren’t here.

Dusk was getting hotter and hotter looking at the two breedable salesmare- something that their widening smiles showed they noticed- but his fantasies reflected another change being made to his personality.

They’ll fuck me if they like me, and they’ll like me if I do whatever they say! I’ll wear whatever they say, clean whatever they say, cook whatever they say… yeah, I think I still know how to do that. And I’ll stay with them; fuck wherever I came from. I need to stay loyal to the mares I know will give me the most fun… not that I’d mind if they shared me with some of their friends.

And as Dusk continued to fantasize, his arms, legs, and places that the harness covered all started to get rather uncomfortable. At first they were just much hotter than the exposed parts of his body, but soon they felt like they were being suffocated and getting pins-and-needles at the same time. It wasn’t right; no matter how hot it was, his skin had to breathe!

The purple alicorn had some vague recollection of wearing heavier clothes like jeans, long-sleeve shirts, and even tuxedos and jackets for special occasions.

Well no more! I’ll suffocate if I ever cover up my arms, legs, or abs again! Mares will probably like me more like that anyways.

Dusk clenched his eyes closes, trying to force the pain of being covered up and without release out of his mind, and to think only of how wonderful it would feel once he was finally let free, which he assumed would happen at somepoint. Once again he was about to beg, only this time to be fucked, when the humming of the machine and feeling of something inside his head and horn suddenly vanished.

He opened his eyes to see the two yellow mares both looking at him through the glass, their arms crossed and faces proud.

He now felt somehow empty without the hum and the magic, as if he’d been feeling them for as long as he could remember. The sun outside the window barely moved all throughout Dusk’s… whatever happened to him, but maybe an entire day had passed. Everything before being hooked up to the machine felt so distant. He could remember images and physical feelings, but it was like he’d been told about them by somepony else, because everything he remembered emotionally feeling didn’t feel like him at all.

The two sisters- who he was praying were about to finally let him touch them and cum inside their warm cunts- turned to their left and gestured for something to come over. A brown pony Dusk couldn’t make out the features of dashed past them, and they pushed another button. To Dusk’s left, there was a loud click, soon followed by the sound of rushing air as a heavy metal door was opened. The alicorn tried to look and see who it was, but with the door slightly behind him and his head still locked in place, his new visitor was completely invisible as he walked around behind him.

“Uh… hi,” Dusk tried to talk. “Could you well- uh, are you- uh, I promise we could have-”

“Sorry, mate.”

“Huh?” was all Dusk said before he felt a hand on his back. Despite how painful his restraints felt on him, the organic, warm softness of fur over flesh was actually quite soothing to the alicorn, and he let out a tiny gasp before he saw on the edges of his vision a brown hand with a raised thumb be held out past him. He looked to Shim and Sham, and saw that they were smiling, which made him smile too out of optimism that he was up to their standards now.

“W- I don’t care what you’ve done to me or how I got here,” Dusk began, before remembering what he thought mares would find sexy. He continued with dimmed eyes and a sultry smile. “I’m cool with whatever you’re cool with, so long as you let this poor little colt spend more time with you cute little princecess.”

No sooner had he made his attempt at seduction than Dusk was second-guessing his choice of words, terrified that he had come on too strong or too weak. Of course, he had a vague understanding of how he was strong and important, but the thought of simply taking them never crossed his mind; the sex would be empty if the mares didn’t like him.

Fortunately for his newly fragile ego though, Shim and Sham had either heard him through the still ajar door, or simply read his body language, and looked to each other with smiles of success. Their happiness now made Dusk happy, and his dick got another rush of blood in anticipation of finally being set free to do the one thing that would make his life worth living.

The one on the right then pressed one last button on the panel, and the gripping-sensation in his head returned for a split second before everything went numb and then dark. Dusk’s last thoughts were of renewed fear, but this time only of never touching a mare again.

As he roused from his forced slumber, the warmth about his bare fur, coming from both without and within, made Dusk feel like he was in an oven. He wasn’t in any pain though; heat both outside and underneath his fur made him feel like a foal snuggled up against its mother’s breast.

Given that he didn’t feel any restraints on his body though, he smiled, thinking he could get several steps closer to that.

He opened his eyes, and saw the light of the mid-morning and blue skies. The sun was kept directly out of his eyes, though, by the roof of the… gas-hut? Gas-zebra? The small, open wooden building.

Dusk slowly sat up off his wings and the numerous sandy-cushions underneath them, allowing him to see over the structure’s short walls. In front of him, a tranquil-waved, white-sanded beach ran parallel with a green treeline until the two seemed to converge into the horizon.

He looked to his right, away from the faint noises of the small waves crashing, and saw a sizeable, but not mansionous white beach house with door and walls made of glass, through which the latest in stylish designer furniture and hi-tech appliances could be seen

This looks like a comfortable place to stay, was Dusk’s only mental comment.

He then looked to his left. On the structure’s benche was a few clothes that could theoretically cover his sun-kissed naked body, but he didn’t examine them closely yet because of what he saw beyond that. Closer to the water was the classic beach set-up of an umbrella imbedded in the sand with a towel on either side. Sitting on top of those towels though, sat two virtually identical sights that instantly turned this relaxing scene into a living fantasy for Dusk.

Shim and Sham sat facing the water in blue and white vertically striped bikinis that finally showed off their well-rounded breasts and different Cutie-marks on their wide, ballooned flanks.

The purple alicorn beamed with excitement, his cock already out of its sheath and almost at full mast, while his wings twitched with the desire to extend themselves fully.

Sweet Celestia, they’re hot! Dusk exclaimed silently, then paused, as the name he mentioned sounded weird to mention, and he tried to figure out why. Celestia. She’s one of those three super-hot fillies with horns and wings… remembering that aspect, Dusk looked over his shoulder and touched the protrusion he felt on his forehead to confirm what he thought, but wrote that aspect off as irrelevant to anything he was interested in. I think I fucked her before. I think there are other mares too… “uuugh!” he suddenly groaned quietly, rolling his eyes. This is stupid. Why am I thinking about mares from so long ago? He looked back to the two beautiful sisters on the beach, who still seemed too caught up licking their ice-cream cones to notice he’d woken up. Right now, I’m alone with two smoking-hot fillies! I just gotta go down there and… no. he paused as he thought about how to approach the mares who had the power to satisfy his urges. I need to make a good first impression. I have to let them know that I’ll do whatever they say and that I’m… he took another look at the clothes on the bench, and smiled. A total slut.

A minute later, Dusk was fully “dressed” and swaggered out onto the beach’s flour-soft sands to approach the two fillies by the water. He came to a stop about 20 feet behind them.

“Hey!” he finally called to them, and they both snapped their heads around to look at him.

Their initial expressions were of concern, the fear that the Bimbolizer had not done its job, and the consequences were that the case, still lingering in their minds. But as soon as they saw the alicorn, both their faces melted into devious smiles that mirrored his.

Dusk stood proudly in the clothes they had laid out for him to act as his one final test. Green swim trunks packed his toned flank and bulging erection into a package that perhaps obscured more that he liked, but could be easily peeled off and fit the setting. His pecs and the top half of his finely-sculpted eight-pack, on the other hand, were covered by a black v-neck t-shirt that was tight and stretchy to show every detail. His beach-bimbo look was further complimented by a pair of purple-rimmed plastic sunglasses were up in his iconic messy hair, as well as how he was standing with one hand on his hip that was cocked to the side.

“Maybe I’m still woozy seeing double,” Dusk began to flirt. “But I can’t think of anypony I’d rather see two of.”

Shim and Sham both felt the insides of their bikinis beginning to moisten, seeing how truly stunning Equestria’s prince was, and realizing fully that he was all theirs now.

Shim, on the left from Dusk’s perspective, was the first to stand up, still holding her ice-cream cone. Sham followed her lead and each sister took the other’s free hand in a gesture of recognition for how they’d pulled their final sale off together. They approached their smiling prize, taking occasional licks from their cones, their tits bouncing around their bikinis that hung from above.

Dusk’s cock felt like it was about to burst from the strength of his boner. They were beautiful and they clearly wanted him, so waiting for them to slowly sashay their way towards him was torture. Once they were close enough and gave him some kind of permission, he knew he’d lose himself in carnal bliss, forgetting all the useless memories in his head to focus solely on pleasing them.

“You like our retirement villa?” Sham asked cocking an eyebrow while taking another very suggestive lick of her cone.

“I think I’m going insane, because I feel like liking anything you two candies like,” Dusk responded as they were about 10 feet from him “That can’t be rational, but I don’t think I want therapy.”

“Well what do you want, love muffin?” Shim asked as they came so close Dusk could smell their arousal over the day’s very faint breeze. It occured to the former sales mare that judging from what they’d set their machine to do, this was all pointless, and he would in no way object if they jumped on and took him now. But hearing the arrogant smartass who had helped humiliate them months ago talk like a common slut was too fun to be rushed.

As they came within arms reach of the alicorn, his fingers and cock twitched in anticipation. His balls felt like they were swollen to triple their size.

Oh Celestia, please let this be it, he prayed in his head before speaking again.

“My own sweet treat to eat would be nice,” he flirted, and ran a finger up Sham’s inner thigh towards her moist thong, making her shiver slightly while retaining her smile. The feeling of female flesh now gave Dusk the same feeling as lying down on the comfiest pillows ever, and it was only on his finger-tip right now. The alicorn’s mouth watered as he took another look at the yellow mare’s breasts.

“Well, we did get our start selling candy. Let’s eat!” Sham replied.

Dusk suddenly felt invincible, and his mouth fell open in shock and excitement, as well as preparation. Before he could grasp the mare on the right thigh firmly, and get on his knees though, Sham jammed her cone of vanilla into his open mouth, where it crashed with the sugary flavor and spattered around his lips.

The large scoop, while a quarter eaten and a quarter melted, was still large and dense enough to keep his mouth open as he reflexively gagged and choked.

What the tartarus?! Dusk thought in confusion, about to spit the cone out and swat Sham’s hand away. Literal, much?

But then the yellow mare swang her head forward to plant her lips on his ice-cream covered ones, and forced her tongue through the muck of frozen milk into his mouth, and Dusk understood.

Shim took a step back and stuck her free hand into her thong as she watched her sister and their new alicorn stud enjoy the sweetest kiss of their lives. Dusk wrapped his arms around Sham’s much slimmer and shorter, but heavenly warm and soft body to pull her in close. The yellow mare let go of her treat, allowing the cone to fall to the sand while the scoop itself remained one half in each of their mouths, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

The vanilla was still numbingly cold compared to the inside of their mouths, so they had to keep swirling their tongues through the thick, sweet muck to keep their cheeks warm.

Dusk had to place his palms around her fleshy ass to lift her up to his level, but Sham was the aggressive one all the way through, forcing her tongue deeper and deeper while his simply swirled around, tasting what it could of both her and the ice-cream.

Shim had three of her fingers inside her dripping, burning snatch in reaction to what she was seeing in front of her, and yet they felt like nothing. She scraped them against her slimy walls, pulled them in and out and rubbed her clit between them, but all the while her eyes locked onto the bulging tent inside Dusk’s shorts that her sister was practically sitting on.

Dusk and Sham continued snogging each other for at least another minute, each of them thinking every second “We’ll go to third base and home plate just after one more good taste.” Eventually though, their heat had taken all the ice out of the cream, and it was now a flood inside their mouths, threatening to choke them.

Sham opened her eyes and dropped the legs she had wrapped around Dusk’s bare stomach, but only her tip-toes could touch the sand with him still holding her. Before, the alicorn didn’t think he’d be able to bare letting go of a mare that he’d touched, but the combination of the souring cream in his mouth, and the thought of what would happen next allowed him to. He released her ass and tongue- which his had become an even partner to- allowing her to fall onto her heels.

Sham stumbled back a pace as she regained her balance, almost choking on the white cream in her mouth before the managed to gulp it down.

She pulled her white-stained lips into a smile and looked back to Dusk, who was swallowing his half. Before she could do or say anything though, she nearly jumped back another pace as her sister practically dived between them, still holding her cone.

Dusk too, opened his eyes in shock as the sudden reappearance of a mare he’d been neglecting so far. His shock soon turned to glee though when she slipped her honey-soaked left hand under the hem of his trunks.

“So, Dusky boy,” Shim talked while she began the neither easy nor painless- though he ignored it- task of pulling even loose swim trunks down over one of Dusk Shine’s erections. “Are you a prince?”

The alicorn felt like the answer was factually yes. His wings and horn, plus a recollection of being called one and wearing crowns. But he didn’t give a damn what he was before he woke up on this beach with these two mares, and there was no hesitation with his answer, which was entirely truthful.

“I’m whatever you two princesses want me to be.”

Shim finally got Dusk’s shorts over his cock, allowing them to fall to his ankles. His response was good enough to get Sham over her shock and possible anger at her sister interrupting them. She began to circle around behind them to admire the entirety of their prize while Shim admired only the thick tower inches from her face.

“I can cook, I can clean. If you want foals I can- nuuugh!” Dusk gasped at the sudden cold of ice-cream being pushed against the underside of his penis. His hands reflexively flew from his sides to push the source of the pain away, but he caught himself in time, knowing they wouldn’t like that.

What arousal Shim had stolen from him with the initial contact of the sweet cream on his super-sensitive shaft, she soon gave back by using her cone like a paintbrush to smear the vanilla treat all over his genitals. She started by covering the rest of his shaft, then moved on to his hairless ball. Dusk tried to fight his instincts to shiver by closing his eyes, hanging his head back, biting his lip, and trying to imagine how the two mare he’d completely surrendered to would top this tomorrow.

A pony-boy outfit and vibrator up my ass? An automatic milking machine? A gang-bang with all their hot filly friends? How the fuck did I ever get up in the morning without the hope of something like that happening?! Why didn’t I throw myself at the feet of all those sexy mares I remember?!

While Shim finished her work by pressing what remained of the melting treat against Dusk’s flat cockhead, making sure some got in every little line or impress, Sham grasped his shoulders from behind.

The two mare’s tongues touched him at almost the exact same instant, and Dusk gave twice the pleasured shiver. Sham gave his neck a long lick up it’s length, while Shim did the same to his white underside. Then while Sham leaned forward to slide it up his cheek, Shim engulfed the top half of his length with her soft lips.

Dusk cringed as Sham began sucking and licking, ostensibly to taste the sweet cream, but never neglecting his needs. She went up and down his length, swirling her tongue around him on the way up before giving a quick lick to his head. His tip now tasted a combination of sweet and salty, since the ice-cream was mixing with pre-cum. Her mouth was only deep enough to take half of him though, and Dusk wished she’d just swallow the rest of him. Needing to do something with his hands, but not wanting to seem like he was forcing her, he reached his hands around Shim behind him to grab her ass again. The mare behind him let out a light gasp, then decided to have a little sales competition, and grinned devilishly as she circled her hands around his chest and slithered them up under his shirt.

Finally, after licking up every last drop of the sweet cream, Shim dropped her cone next to her sisters to steady herself on their new stud’s hips. She’d never taken a stallion as big as Dusk all the way before, but showed none of her concern as she opened her throat up and went down on him.

Dusk let out the first full moan in response to first just his tip, then gradually the rest of his massive girth being sucked into the tight, wet trap of Shim’s mouth. His cock felt so good fully inside a mare’s body, he was unsure he ever wanted to cum and end this.

And before he’d even closed his mouth, Sham- who had been running her fingers around his pecs- moved in for the kill and pinched and twisted both his nipples. The alicorn closed bit his lip and clenched his eyes at the pleasure shooting through his chest. He instinctively clawed Sham’s ass harder, but after he took a breath, decided the ante had been upped, and began using his touch to snake his fingers underneath the yellow mare’s thong slimy thong and into towards her drenched holes. Sham shivered when his fingers got into her crack and began poking and running across her anus and puffy snatch. She bit her own lip and began a full assault of twisting and pulling while she licked and nibbled the back and sides of his neck.

That, combined with how Shim had worked up a steady rhythm with him fully inside her, had Dusk’s entire body sending messages of euphoria to his brain, telling him that everything about this; the warmth, the smoothness, the softness, and above all the being touched in every sensitive and erogenous zone- was worth getting addicted to. That he needed to experience this all the time.

Dusk was almost able to count down the number of deepthroats until he exploded, as each was make his balls churn twice as hard as the last. The sisters could obviously feel it too, because right before his last, Sham bit his right earlobe and twisted his nipples so hard and right, it might have been her that send him exploding inside the other mare’s mouth, and not her sister.

Regardless of who was culpable though, Dusk let out a powerful roar of euphoria that burned in his crotch, and caused the rest of his body to glow. Shim did not enjoy it so much, as the back of her throat was hit with a pressure washer of hot seed that blaster her off the stallion’s member and splattered her face and breasts as she fell drowning back onto the sand. Sham smirked at the sight of her sister being smashed by what she’d brought about herself, not considering for a second if she’d have done any better.

Dusk continued shooting for another 30 seconds as Shim coughed up his thick, warm seed in her throat and tried weekly to shield herself from the excess falling down onto her body. Eventually, the alicorn’s shooting slowed, and then stopped. After a few more seconds of firing blanks, Dusk gasped, and stumbled in Sham’s arms, but kept his balance.

He then looked down at the fully sperm-coated mare at his feet with eager anticipation, but his heart sank when he saw her grimacing as she coughed up the last of the slag in her throat and wiped her eyes clear. He wanted to apoligize, and perhaps offer to eat her out in recompense, but then Sham began talking next to his ear.

“What’s the matter, sis? The Shim and Sham sisters never bite off more than we can chew.”

Despite his recent orgasm still palpable in his body, Dusk’s heart rate quickened as he was torn between which of his mistresses to support. How could he choose? They were the same mare; They were both hot, and they both fucked him.

Shim took a few seconds to catch her breath, but then looked up at her sister and their fucktoy through squinted eyes, and gave a challenging smile.

“I’m still fully committed to our purchase, we just need to work out the kinks. Hey, Prince Slut Shining-With-Honey, down on your back. It’s your turn to chew.”

Dusk once again beamed with excitement, and almost crushed Sham before she stepped out of the way as he fell backwards onto his ass, and then laid back on his wings. The cum still on his member began to drip back down his still-erect shaft as he way on the warm sand and Shim got up so that the two juice-drenched sisters towered above him. The one with a white-stained upper body that was also dripping everywhere tried to walk over to his head, but her sister held out her hand to stop her, looking down at Dusk.

“So you’re going to stay with us?” She asked with a smile that said she already knew the answer.

“As long as I’m wanted,” Dusk replied truthfully.

“You don’t miss Ponyville, the princesses or your old friends?” she Sham continued.

“I’ve got everything I need right on this beach!” Dusk said again. He did indeed remember princesses and mares of all colors and a little lizard-guy and other homes, and remembered that they’d been important to him at one point, but he felt he could never bring himself to care about ponies so far away. It was like they were all a childhood Power Ponies obsession that he’d long since grew out of.

Shim twitched a bit, the cum all over her fur, dripping down her face and between her breasts clearly not comfortable.

“And you’ll hide from everypony that we don’t give you permission to be seen by?” Shim added the last clause to the contract.

At that idea though, Dusk hesitated, if only for a second. Since he’d woken up he’d dreamed of walking the streets in imagination-stifling clothes; being cat-called and hit on (the ass) by mare after mare.

But other that that, he had little interest in what lay beyond the luxuries of a mansion, and the pull of mares in front of him would always be stronger than that of ones he might have, so he replied in affirmative again.

“I’m just your Ponie Doll in your dreamhouse. I have no say if my owners don’t wanna share me.”

The fitting metaphor made Shim smile again. The two sisters exchanged glances, and then quickly dropped their thongs to reveal two identical sopping wet mane-less crotchen. They then dropped down, plunging their new fuck-doll into a hot, wet void of pleasure.

A road sign, singalling Manehattan to be only 3 miles away, rolled past the carriages purple-tinted windows. Seeing that they were about to return to their vastly different lives in the same city, the purple crystal pony looked away from her window and over to the brown stallion sitting on the other side of the seat, looking out his window with an obviously solemn expression.

“Guilty?” she asked mockingly. “I mean, he was a prince and Equestria’s multiple-time savior.”

Touchy Feely looked back at her with a clever smile.

“Nope. Proud as one’a your mates when they figga out what the numbahs on bits mean.”

Schorl wasn’t sure how to take that. Everything she ever heard the brown stallion say (when not under the imminent threat of a beating) was steeped in sarcasm, and his response was no different. But having almost always been the one holding all the cards, she could tell when there was something more to a pony’s words.

She decided to show part of her hand, and try to put him under pressure.

“Gilda and Lightning put their faith in you lending you to me. And I put my faith in you to make sure a partnership like this, that could potentially change the Society forever, went smoothly.”

Touchy laid back against the door with his arms wide like a teenager.

“Well then, love, ya’ll should stick ta puttin’ ya clits in things.”

Schorl’s face and tone darkened. Her anger was obvious, but she fear she felt more subtle.

“If you were lying about what you felt when you used your powers-” she began a more obvious threat, but Touchy cut her off.

“If ah ‘ad any ‘sperience feelin’ up brain-dead bimbos, ya really think I’d have a long-runner to get foalnapped tryin’ tah save from you lot? Ah got no bloody clue if what ya did to that poor sod’s brains reversiba’ or permenant, but you really think it’s ‘ave been good for either of us if ah’d said that in there?”

After Touchy concluded, the carriage was silent save the drone of the wheels for the next several seconds as the crystal unicorn just looked at him, thinking through what two of her best employees’ concubine had said. He’d lied to one of her clients to- or at least in a way that would- keep their deal running smoothly. A fairly simple play, though she had to admit she’d underestimated this stallion’s competence or bravery given his current life circumstances.

Touchy’s continued smirk though, hid his deep fear for how Schorl was going to respond. He’d made a mistake by not acting crushed by guilt earlier, and knowing Schorl and her society, coming partially clean was no guarantee she wouldn’t detect his true motives or punish him anyways.

He breathed a mental sigh of relief when she finally responded though.

“So the sisters will spread the word that ‘their’ machine works, and while the orders roll in, we’ll have our scientists work out any potential kinks,” she said thoughtfully, and then smiled at her choice of words. “No pun intended.”

Touchy gave a brighter smile that was genuine, but not in response to the crystal unicorn’s joke.

Or ya could stick the forehead pipe up ya bleedin’ arses and ‘ave it suck out ya innards, you buncha inbred penguins.

“Don’t think I won’t tell Gilda and Lightning about you going behind my back though,” she said, pointing her finger at him.