Dirty Sexy Pony: Anniversary

Disclaimer: I made extremely liberal interpretations with the OCs submitted by Path_of_cloud, iateacrayon and awesomespike. Thanks for your support. I changed Glam's punishment scene just for you guys!

Chapter 3

The news of Glam's disappearance spread throughout Canterlot like wildfire. And soon enough, a sea of vicious, unsubstantiated rumors that ranged from the mare's sudden unannounced retirement to her untimely secret death became the topic du jour.

Over the course of the past two weeks since Glam's kidnapping, Starla was "invited" to stay at Rarity's home. In fact there hadn't been a moment that she left the mare's side, which surprisingly wasn't noticed by her classmates. In a sense she was hired as Rarity's only full time employee, working everyday at the boutique while still attending class. The pay made all of Starla's part-time jobs unnecessary and food had ceased to be a problem thanks to her hosts' cooking. She had been staying for free at her uncle's in the first place, leaving Starla with ample time at her teacher's home while Spike disappeared to the sound proofed cellar below for long periods of time everyday.

In all that time since that fateful confrontation, Starla hadn't seen Glam. Not since she was carried down into the dark abyss of the cellar. Starla had no idea what had become of the stuck up, blackmailing bitch of a mare who became a drooling, sobbing mess in the middle of her private office in the Glamorous Modeling Agency building. Every so often Starla, while tending to her final project in Rarity's workspace in her living room, spotted food being brought through the secret panel in the wall by one or the other of the husband-wife pair. There were no windows last Starla remembered (not like she would be willing to go downstairs and check) so she could only imagine what the sort of conditions were.

Then, in the darkness of one moonless night, Rarity took Glamorous out of her dungeon and out of the house, leaving Starla alone with the ever-stoic Spike. The next day when she came down to the main floor from the guest room Starla discovered that the secret wall panel was left open and unlike the enumerable other times the insulation of the sound-proofed space was broken to bring down food or for either Spike or Rarity to do whatever unspeakable task, Starla didn't hear any sort of noise coming from below.

Before there was always some sort of muffled plea or barely audible movement. While Spike sat on the red couch in the living room after making breakfast that morning, Starla unwillingly wondered about the meaning of such an event. That the cellar was now empty of its guest while she was still required to stay at the house under watchful eye.

It had been hours since hoofsteps woke her up and yet Starla still cautiously navigated the house and resigned herself to eating a simple bowl of oats and grain with freshly hand-squeezed orange juice. It was after the dragon quietly took and cleaned the dishes that the two of them had found themselves in the living room. All of this done before the sun had yet to be raised.

The time spent in Rarity and her husband's home hammered in the dragon's stoic nature for Starla. Seeing him mostly responding in a single word or a phrase like "yes dear," Starla had begun to view Spike with a sunken heart. The lifeless, stiff way he went about his chores and portions of the day watching over her while Rarity was downstairs in the cellar was eye-opening.

Any signs of the sheer ferocious beast who brought Glam to her knees and crying pitifully weeks ago was all but missing whenever Starla saw the large purple dragon wearing a frilly pink apron or carrying baking trays of cookies or nuzzling cutely with his unicorn wife. But Starla could never forget the predatory look of his eyes from that day, when he grasped Glam's horn like he did her own just a few nights prior; causing her knees to buckle and a feeling of fire that spread through her body and turned her thoughts to mush. Starla couldn't help but wonder if Glam had felt the same way she did that night, with a mind empty of everything but the need to rid of herself the growing tension of lust; the feeling of exploding when she finally did so.

Finding herself wandering close to Spike, who was sitting silently on the couch motionlessly with clawed hands folded on his lap while in wait for his wife to return. Close enough to look deep into his crystal-like green eyes, staring ahead and not taking any interest in the pony right in front of him, remained trained at some unknown object. Or more likely not even on a particular thing but in just that direction, out of the dragon's focus until it's brought to his attention by Rarity.

Starla was overcome with pity at such an existence before her and slowly reaching out at the living statue, she brushed her hoof against Spike's cheek, failing to garner even a wince from the unsolicited touch. "I'll...I'll free you from whatever she's done to you, Spike. I know it wasn't your choice to do that to me or Glam..."

"What do you think you're doing, Starla?"

The hairs on Starla's body immediately stood on end and she stumbled backwards in surprise upon hearing Rarity's voice nearby. Distancing herself from the dragon sitting statute-like on the couch, Starla gulped and tried to steady her breath when she looked over to her warden's presence at the hallway entrance.

"Rarity!" She gasped out in a shaky breath.

In the same emotionless manner, Rarity asked again, touching her hoof lightly against her fire-ruby necklace in an act of self-assurance. "What do you think you're doing, Starla?"

"I-" Starla began to make an excuse but stopped herself. The coldness of the mare's eyes, the same look she had that night in the cellar, made it as though a severe chill had actually taken hold in the room. There was no point in making excuses, was there? "Where...did you take Glam?"

"Don't try to change the topic, dear."

Starla gulped once more, steeling her resolve as best she could as Rarity took a step forward, the mare's lips pursed in a thin line of a smile. "You're...going to do the same to me, aren't you?"

"Why would I do that after going through the trouble of saving you?"

"...you...only used me to get to Glam...I still haven't heard from my father, you know..."

"He's safe and sound. Didn't I give you that letter he sent?"

Starla gulped yet again, feeling her throat become dryer and dryer. Thinking back to two weeks ago, just as the broken-looking Glam had disappeared into the cellar with Spike, Rarity had given her a letter from her dad stating simply that he was safe and nothing more. While remembering the relief she had felt from those few words followed by his signature, nothing else had ever come in from him. He hadn't even tried to get in contact with her by some other means, such as asking her uncle Iron Sides, his brother, to come check up on her.

What substantial proof was there for her to trust a mare like Rarity, who was somehow connected with criminals like Glam and Windfall?

What hope was there that she would ever see the light of day after today?

"Starla, dear, you know I don't like that look on your face." Rarity said with some disappointment, bringing Starla back to the current situation. "You wouldn't want wrinkles while trying to seduce my Spikey-wikey."

"I-I wasn't trying to seduce Spike!" Starla fearfully blurted out, satisfying Rarity somewhat as her smile loosened to be less forced. To her surprise the still approaching unicorn let out a slight tittering laugh.

"Oh? Please don't misunderstand, I'm not mad at you, Starla. You have to only admit it and all will be forgiven. If you think you can handle him I guess I can sha-"

"That won't be necessary, I assure you." Starla interrupted. "There's nothing for me to admit. I-I don't feel that way about Spike."

Rarity blinked in surprise, taking yet another step forward, pressing Starla further back toward the other doorway into the hall. "But how could you not? Don't you wish to be in love like Spike and I are with each other?"

Hearing this Starla couldn't hold back her words, couldn't stand the delusional prattle that the pony keeping her as a prisoner in her home was spewing, finally shouting out, "You don't brainwash someone you love! And...and you don't brainwash other ponies just because you can!"

"Brainwash?" Rarity stopped and stared in silence at Starla. Then scoffed, saying, "Oh...oh you're just making a joke, right?"

"What?" Starla gasped, amazed at how Rarity easily brushed off the accusation. "Are you that demented that you can't see what you've done? To Glam? To your own husband?"

"I'm quite confused, Starla. When you asked me to help, you essentially signed Glam over to this fate. You wanted this to happen to her. You're responsible for what happened to her"

Starla shook her head in desperation. "No. No, I never wanted something like that! You did it!"

"So why did you tell me that she was blackmailing you after class back then? Why didn't you do something yourself, instead of begging for my help to help your father?"

"Like I had a choice! You were probably planning to do the same thing to me if I didn't tell you!"

"And why would you assume that?" Rarity said with a gasp of feigned surprise, "Did I ever give you the impression that I was so dastardly a pony to do that to my favorite student?"

"Dastardly. Heh. Like you're one to talk. You already forget what you did to me down in your...in your dungeon or whatever the heck that's supposed to be! You assaulted me!"

"But aren't you the one who broke into my home in the first place? You should be glad that I didn't have Spike just kill you without giving you a chance to explain yourself."

"Don't try to turn this around on me, Rarity. You're...you're insane. Whatever it was you did to me to let you...touch me...you did the exact same thing to Glam, didn't you? The same thing you probably did to Spike, even!"

She huffed. "It seems you're going out of your way to cast me as the villain of this whole scenario, aren't you? Does that make you the reluctant but courageous heroine?" Rarity's questions took Starla off guard, making her forget what it was she wanted to say next. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe he isn't as much a victim as you want him to be?"

Hearing this, Starla shook her head in utter disbelief. "...what? Of course he's a victim...I'm a victim...even Glam is-"

"Glam blackmailed you, Starla. She had your father kidnapped and tried to use you against me." Rarity said in reply. "Not only did I stop her, I had your father saved from his captors as well. And do you thank me? No. YOU TRY TO STEAL MY HUSBAND FROM ME!" Standing on her hind legs, Rarity pushed Starla into the wall, pinning the pony with her forehooves.

Quickly overcoming the shock of Rarity's lunge, Starla drew her hind legs in and kicked the mare off of her, sending her toppling to the floor a few feet back. "HE'S YOUR SLAVE!" Starla screamed in return. Getting back to her hooves, both ponies charged at the other, butting their horns and unable to break the deadlock. "The way you treat him..." Starla growled out, "the way he acts...everything you've been saying was a lie! No matter how many stories you tell others whatever that is, it isn't love. That's some perverse, pretend....thing!" Starla ducked somewhat, letting Rarity topple forward and she threw her head up to strike at the mare with her horn. However, Rarity recovered her footing in time to strike down onto Starla from above, pushing the younger pony toward the floor with much greater leverage now.

Finding a stronger stance, Starla managed to hold strong against Rarity's downward push, then force her to step back and they returned to a deadlock like before. "Let me tell you about love." Starla panted out, waiting for an opening in Rarity's defense. "For all my life I had to live with the fear of losing my dad because of what he does. His passion to take on crooks and criminals because my mom died when I was a foal—caught in the crossfire for some stupid deal gone bad, I don't know or care! Either way she was taken from me and my dad...but compared to how sad I was my dad was completely devastated..." She felt Rarity's stance shift and she adjusted her body to counter.

"There were times he wouldn't be home for days, and I wouldn't know if he'd come back. But I never gave up hope. Even when there were times he came back bruised or scarred or bloody or even ended up at the hospital, I never asked my dad to stop because he was doing it for my mom's sake. For my sake. For everpony's sake! How does living with your perfect husband even compare to that, huh?"

"Heh. What a childish sort of love...you can't truly say that you've experienced love if you don't learn to accept your loved one's faults." Rarity said in a low voice, making Starla's eyes furrow.

"What are you talking about? I never once hated my dad for being away so often...for working so hard for my sake."

"Well aren't you the little angel?" Rarity mocked, not sounding tired in the least as she took a step forward, pushing Starla back. "Hmph. I find it so callous of you to think that you were doing your father a favor, letting him run around to play the hero. Risking his life to put away the bad guys. While never realizing that he was trying to make up for failing you, failing himself, even, to protect your mother that night. And yet here you are...trying to preach to me about love when you're so heartless as to never forgive your father for something he could never have prevented!"

"Th-that's not why..." Starla shuddered a gasp and sniffled, being pushed back yet another step. Taking deep breaths, she urged herself not to be distracted by Rarity's words and strained to move forward again. But she stumbled back even more as Rarity continued to speak.

"Years ago, Spike raped me. He did...unspeakable...awful things. He threatened my only sister and my friends with the same fate and I...couldn't let that happen. I freely chose to step onto the dark path to save the ones I loved and in the end...heh...I became a greater monster than he ever was."

Starla's neck and back were becoming sore, her head ached from the constant pressure of her horn being pushed against. "When I finally realized what had happened to me...I forgave Spike for what he did. For all of the pain he caused and the scars he left on me which I still bear to this day. Both physical and not. But by that point my soul was tainted beyond help and I was broken beyond repair. We've shared an experience together that others only have nightmares about, yet we survived it. Together." As she spoke, Rarity had seemingly pushed Starla all the way back against the wall and once more pinned the pony by the shoulders with her forehooves.

Rarity leaned close to Starla and continued to explain. "Nopony will ever understand what it was we went through." She said in a harsh whisper. "But as a result Spike and I both became stronger...and there's nothing you can do to break our connection. That...is love!" Looking over her shoulder, Rarity wordlessly exchanged a silent cue to her husband and stepped backwards, but before Starla could take advantage of being let go, Spike had snarled out and pounced onto her, grabbed her head in one of his large hands and slammed her to the floor.

"AGH!" Starla clenched her eyes from the heavy hit of the floor against her head.

"He's been a lot more energetic since he had some of your magic the other night, dear. I wonder what will happen if you let him have a bit more than just a taste..."

Starla squirmed and writhed against the heavy weight atop of her. "NO!" She squealed and screamed when she felt his long, versatile tongue slither around her horn. "Argh! Get. Off. Me!" While holding on to her horn with one of his clawed hands, she felt him shift his body and the pony moaned against her will when his other hand dipped between her hind legs, causing her to buck and spasm in unwanted pleasure. "Aaaah!"

Clear fluids rushed out from her hind quarters, soaking his arm and making puddles on the floor.

Starla lay there on the floor, panting and drenched in her own fluids.

"Just relax, dear," Rarity said with a smile and pecked Starla on the cheek with a light kiss, "he knows what he's doing." Kissing her once more on the forehead, Rarity went to the hallway and with a simple spell closed the secret wall panel before heading outside of the house.

At this point Celestia was raising the sun over the horizon in the east and for a moment still, the air was crisp and cool before becoming warm under the increasing daylight.

Just last night she had informed her students that the boutique would be closed and that they had the day to themselves, much to their mixed reactions. Her customers unfortunately would not be awarded such an early warning and instead would have to make do with her ever beautifully flowing cursive posted to the front door that would state that she would be "out of town" on a "last minute business venture."

Of course it wasn't like the last couple of weeks had been too difficult to manage what with her boutique, fashion school and recently picked up "hobby," but today was special.

Today would be a "graduation" of sorts.

After leaving the high walls of the city and a few minutes' worth of walking down the gradually untended road, Rarity arrived at an old warehouse tucked away in a forest at the foot of the Canterlot mountains.

As real estate was at a premium in the capital Rarity never understood the idea of the wasteful, lavish efforts by the other fashion stores to pay high rents for their surplus goods and materials in the city. While others chose to sell their excess products to towns and cities elsewhere in Equestria at a lower price, Rarity chose instead to build a storage facility-of-sorts for her own personal usage. The relatively secluded nature of the area also allowed her to conduct more "personal" affairs with Spike when it seemed that noise would be a problem even in the sound-reducing cellar of her Canterlot town home.

And so it was here that Rarity waited, after opening the roof to let the light of the sun in for three stallions to arrive just an hour after she did. There was some preparatory work to be done before the "graduation ceremony" would take place, what with cleaning cobwebs and dust and feeding a certain tied-up and blindfolded unicorn mare who had gone missing from Canterlot a few weeks ago. Just as she drew a large and heavy curtain that separated the room, several hoofsteps approached and voices were heard that alerted Rarity to the sound of ponies approaching.

Looking back over her shoulder, the three stallions she had been waiting for came in through the warehouse entrance, chatting amongst themselves until one of the two unicorn ponies among them suddenly sniffed the air.

"Hold up, do you guys smell pussy?" He asked aloud, interrupting their conversation. The other stallions exchanged looks for a moment before returning a set of skeptical glances back to the pony.

With a scoff, the light-blue unicorn replied first. "You're imagining things."

The earth pony, a dark navy blue color that was nearly black, narrowed his eyes at the unicorn but before he could respond was cut off by the brown-coated unicorn declaring with a hungry look in his eyes, "I see myself a fine piece of ass!"

"Charming as always, you handsome stallions, you." Rarity chuckled back and playfully winked at the three arriving ponies. Wearing a positively seductive smile, she regarded the three before her with an appreciation of their craft. They were an interesting group, to say the least.

Crescent Moon. Wrath. Shaman.

As far as hired thugs went, these three were the best nopony had ever heard of, their noms de guerre notwithstanding. That was exactly how they wanted to operate, and the prime reason why Rarity was willing to show her face to them without fear of risking her reputation.

"We did what our...employer said you wanted us to do." The stallion named Wrath said. His body was covered in deep scars and his graveled voice was equally as imposing. "Speaking of which, why are we here even though we were already paid? Got another job, or something?"

"Hmmmm, in a sense." Rarity said coquettishly. Tearing away the curtain with her magic, Rarity revealed her pony-turned-pet in the center of the warehouse, blindfolded and ball-gagged, and moaning loudly but muffled as she rubbed her cuffed forehooves between her hind legs. Her horn was bound by a magical seal that was difficult to acquire without the right connections.

"See? I told you I smelled pussy!" Crescent Moon cheered with a wide smile on his face.

Shaman rolled his eyes. "Fine. Write a book about it."

"I will. It'll be called...uh...'Messy Slutty Mare.'"

"More like 'Fifty Shades of Gay,' haha!" Wrath commented much to Crescent's chagrin. Unable to hold back a chuckle, Shaman tapped the earth pony's hooves.

Seeing this, Crescent clicked his tongue in irritation. "Hey! Fuck yourself!"

"Behave, you three." Rarity chuckled and stepped between them with a very exaggerated sway of her hips. "Consider this a...bonus, for acting with such haste and professionalism in my time of need."

Wrath scratched at his chin, staying uncharacteristically modest for the mare. "Nah, we have a lot of jobs over in Baltimare, anyways."

"That stallion you wanted us to get, Snapshot? He's an old...friend of our employer." Shaman added.

"Hmmm." Rarity nodded in approval to the stallion's politeness toward her. "It's good to know your employer and I share so many interests. Makes for a cozy relationship."

The group chuckled and nodded their heads at the comment.

After a short pause, the unicorn named Crescent Moon look over to the mare that continued to masturbate furiously without shame. "So, uh...she isn't sick or anything, is she?"

"Only with the sickness known as lust, I'm afraid. She's in awful need of her medicine. An 'injection' of a certain kind, as t'were."

"I wouldn't mind havin' a few rounds with you, if you know what I mean." Shaman gestured with his eyes and made a knowing smirk toward the white pony.

"Yes, well, I don't advise that course of action, dear. My husband's the jealous type."

"Married, huh? Now I really wanna take you for a spin." He said with a bit more eagerness in his voice, licking his lips.

"Wait a minute. This bitch looks familiar." Wrath scratched at the light stubble on his chin for a moment before pointing at Glam again. "Isn't she that...you know, that one chick?"

Crescent Moon looked at his comrade in a dour manner. "The chick's a chick? No shit, Sherclop."

"Fuck you. I mean the one that went missing recently."

Hearing this, Crescent Moon looked back at the mare for a moment trying to match the one before them with the one who had been reported in the news. "I guess?" He said at first, sounding unsure still. "I mean, I always imagined what it'd look like if I had my dick in a rich girl's mouth, so I'd have to try it out to be sure."

"Heh. Anal's where it's at." Shaman announced.

Wrath shook his head, finding the opportunity too easy to let go. "Yeah, you'd know a lot about anal, wouldn't you?"

Hearing this, Shaman growled back at the other stallion, "Seriously, fuck you."

"Hey, since you two lovebirds are too busy gazing into each others' eyes, I'll get first dibs." Crescent Moon said, already standing next to the mare while the other stallions were close to fighting each other. It was a simple task of magic to rip off the blindfold and ball gag and he regarded the unicorn's confused stare. However, using his own strength, he sat her up then taking to his own hind legs, leaned his front hooves on her shoulders.

Immediately she gasped and moaned, then leaned into his still lid-covered dick. She nudged Crescent Moon's sack with her nose, inhaling deeply, then rubbed the darker skin of his genitals against her cheek, nuzzling it. Turning his hips somewhat, hoping to get some mouth action, Crescent witnessed how Glam simply began rubbing his now-emerging penis against her other cheek, acting in much the same way with sniffing his probably unwashed genitals.

He cleared his throat and looked down as his full length—while still not completely hard—had now emerged. Glam leaned away and stared intently, licking her lips but making no moves to begin as he hoped. He sighed, and in unconsciously flexing his penis, noticed the strangest thing.

Not just her eyes but her entire head bobbed up and down to follow his dick's twitch. Waving it back and forth he watched with amusement as she followed it. After all however his amusement quickly vanished and he looked all the more frustrated. "Hey...what gives?" He tried several times to thrust his hips toward her but only succeeded in poking the mare's cheeks and snout.

"Glam, are you hungry?" Rarity suddenly spoke out while the other stallions had gotten into a wrestling match to see who would take their prize's available hole next.

"Y-yes...very..." The other mare answered distractedly.

"Then why aren't you doing anything?" Rarity purred rhetorically, "I thought cock was your favorite."

"It is, mistress...but..." Glam began to say but her voice drifted off as she continued to track his dick's mesmerizing movements.

"But?"

"...but..." Glam slurped up the growing amount of drool threatening to leak out of her mouth. "I'm waiting for permission..."

Hearing this, Crescent twitched in excitement. "Then, uh...suck me off right now!"

"Not you, dear. She's referring to me." Rarity's lips pressed into a thin line as she bore witness to her former classmate haven completed her training; the last few weeks of pleasure and pain, destroying a pony's ego and building it back up into the obedient little slave trembling to satiate her desires before them now. While reaching this stage broke all sorts of records compared to her Spike's, it would require many more months to make Glam passable in regular society again. At this point Glam was nothing but a mess of uncontrollable desires; a wreck of the high-brow pony that she once was.

"Mmmmm..." Rarity chewed on her bottom lip for a moment at such an arousing thought.

Remembering that this wasn't the kind of company she could relieve herself with, Rarity retook control of her own growing desire and stated loudly enough for the moaning unicorn to hear, "You can have all the cock you want, Glam. And listen to what your new friends tell you." With a soft blue glow, the cuffs that restrained her pet's hooves unlocked and floated away.

"Ahhhhh..." The blue unicorn mare shuddered and moaned as though feeling pleasure from just those words alone. "THANK YOU, MISTRESS!"

Crescent Moon smiled as she immediately latched onto his flared head, taking as much of his flaccid length into her mouth as possible. It was a pleasant surprise to feel her tongue swirl about and tickle his urethra to lap at his now-leaking precum. "So she's trained already, huh? Well, that's a...mmmm...nice change of pace, I guess...don't have to spend the time breaking her in...but it's gonna get boring after a while, you know?"

"Well that doesn't matter since she's not 'for keeps'. It's not like I'm giving her over to you ruffians. Just have yourselves a fun time as much as you possibly can! Completely embrace your inner hedonist! Do everything that you've always dreamed that none of your common prostitutes would dare do without being paid a fortune. Short of maiming or killing, of course. Spanking's ok. Hair pulling, too. In fact, those sorts of activities are encouraged."

With a pop, Glam released the swelling stallionhood from the tight vacuum of her lips, holding it on either side with her front hooves and regarded the ponies around her with half-lidded eyes and a dumb saliva-coated smile. "More!" She said in a raspy manner, forgetting for a moment to breath. Absentmindedly Glam stroked her hooves up and down the fully engorged shaft, darting her tongue to lap at the underside of his dick head. "More! Mmmm...More cocks!"

Hearing this the other two stallions approached the seemingly cock-starved mare, and soon predatory smiles were shared by them all as their 'bonus' went to task.

As the other stallions crowded around her with their own members exposed, Glam took no time to lie onto the floor and crawl under each of the stallions to take them into her mouth. She slurped and moaned blissfully, her eyes closed to let the taste and feel and smell of their dicks all the stronger in her mind.

She reveled at the different shape and texture of each dick that rubbed against her tongue and jabbed against the back of her throat.

"Mmmm...so good..." Glam mumbled, "So...tasty..." Rougher than the first one, this dick was slightly wider and saltier. "Oh....mmph..." The third one was narrower than the others but much longer, though its flared tip was much more sensitive than that of the other stallions, twitching anxiously in her mouth. Her very earnest efforts caused Shaman to explode in orgasm and groan at the top of his lungs.

"Was it too much for you, princess?" Wrath laughed as the unicorn stumbled backwards and fell onto his ass. Turning back to look at the mare he watched in awe as she swished the stallion's juices in her mouth before swallowing, obviously reveling in the taste with half-lidded eyes and a hungry-looking smile. Her right hoof continued stroking her groin making loud wet sounds for everpony to hear. "She's already leaking onto the floor, hahaha!"

"Shit," Crescent Moon noted, "we didn't even do anything to her, too..." He whistled upon seeing the puddle of juice that she was making as she continued to stroke herself and pant heavily.

"We can have her clean her own mess up." Wrath suggested as Glam's vacuum-like sucking returned to his member and she slurped and drooled all over it.

"Nah. I'm tired of playing around." With that, Crescent Moon grabbed her head with his forehooves and shoved the entirety of his length into her mouth, feeling it jab against the back of her throat in his first thrust. The widest of the three of them, Cresent Moon smiled with glee at the extent that the mare's mouth and jaw had to open to take him in.

"Ahm!" She moaned while he was still in her mouth, "Uhn een ahn!" Her words were muffled and mumbled, caused as her tongue shifted violently against the precum-dripping dick scraping against the back of her throat. Crescent tried to pull out so they could understand what she was saying, but Glam mumbled a protest and reached her forelegs out to wrap around his waist to keep him close. Feeling her swirl her tongue violently around his dickhead, he moaned and shuddered from her expert mouth assault. The farther he pushed in, the quicker her pulsating sucks became.

"Ohhhhhhhh SHIT!" Feeling his hind legs tremble, Crescent Moon pushed Glam down onto her back and nestled her head into his groin, straddling her.

The battle-scarred earth pony approached Glam's hind legs and without caring to look, Wrath pushed himself into her, burrowing himself in her wanting snatch. Her pleasantly surprised yelp was muffled and only wet schlicks escaped from her mouth. "It feels pretty good." Wrath gasped out while experimentally thrusting into Glam's soaking wet pussy, "Not the best, but still...good..."

"What a connoisseur..." Crescent Moon mocked as he turned himself around to aim his length down her throat. Arching her back to better take both stallions simultaneously, Glam pinched her hind legs against Wrath's sides as he slammed into her while her tongue wriggled against the underside of Crescent's shaft pistoning in and out of her mouth and throat. Amidst their groans and grunts, the mare gagged and moaned, yelped and gurgled, drooling and slobbering and convulsing from orgasm all the while.

"The fuck?" Wrath said, panting heavily, "Why's she not even satisfied?" He could have sworn that the pony he had be skewering for the past half hour had came more than any other slut he could think of, yet she still continued to writhe and grind against him with every hip-bumping thrust.

"Isn't it obvious? She can't feel your tiny dick!"

"Bullshit." Wrath countered. As he paused, he felt Glam make an effort to pierce herself onto his dick, gyrating her hips and squeezing him with her vaginal walls. "I'm the biggest one here." Catching his breath, he turned the mare over onto her stomach—to which Crescent adjusted and sat down to have her bob her head up and down on his dick to take a break of his own—as Wrath continued pounding his hips against his surprisingly soft ass.

Feeling recovered somewhat, Shaman sat up from where he had been lying on the floor and regarded the sweaty threesome next to him. "That mare's a total freak!" Catching a glimpse of Rarity, Shaman noticed the look on her face and tried again. "Are you sure you don't wanna join in? Not even take a dildo and fuck her along with us?"

Chuckling, Crescent placed his hooves on her head and pushed his entire length down Glam's throat and had her deepthroat him, ignoring her thrashing limbs as it became difficult for her to breathe. "Dude, you have the weirdest fantasies." After enjoying the rapid swallowing motions around his dick he finally pulled out of her mouth and sighed from feeling the cooler air against his saliva-coated member. Just as Glam was midway through her coughing fit and breathing heavily for air he pressed back into her throat. Despite the obvious discomfort and pained look on her face she sucked and lapped her violator's throbbing meat.

"He just wants a mare to fuck him in the ass." Wrath joked, to which he and Crescent laughed.

Chuckling at the light banter going on, Rarity felt obliged to politely decline. "Moi? No, thank you for your kind invitation, but...I'd rather just watch. Wouldn't want to get too overstimulated and lose myself."

"C'mon, it'll be fun!" Shaman begged, managing to stand back up on his shaky feet. "Who knows, you might like being in a group..."

"That's a very tempting offer, dear, but when I get...overstimulated, well...it's plain enough what the results are."

Following her glance the three looked at Glam as she was lost in complete pleasure; soaked in her own juices, drool and sweat.

"Whoa, never mind." Wrath paused for a moment at the thought. "That's freaky." Shaking his head, the earth pony did his best to find his rhythm once more while feeling slightly harder than before, though wouldn't admit that fact.

Feeling defeated, Shaman sighed. "Whoever's banging you is a crazy lucky dude, lady boss."

"Oh, please." Rarity tittered, "I'm the lucky one. Now, don't mind me. Do continue. I'd be disappointed if such a strapping young male such as yourself was only capable of a single load. Pretend I'm not even here. Or keep it in mind—whichever one makes you fine stallions more excited!"

"Alright, I'm getting a piece of this." Shaman said, boosted somewhat in confidence and began inserting himself into Glam after Wrath saw him approached and acquiesced his use of her hole. "OH! It's pretty snug!"

Glam seemed to approve as well, pausing her tongue lashing against the base of Crescent's shaft to let out a loud moan. She quickly returned to fellating the stallion as Shaman continued to pump in and out of the mare. His pace became quicker and quicker and in less than a few moments Shaman was already trembling in unbridled pleasure.

Keeping himself hard by lightly stroking with his front hooves, Wrath couldn't help but shake his head at the poor sight. "Is the widdle baby already almost done? Heheh, I'll show you how a real stallion fucks." Without warning the earth pony pushed the unicorn stallion out of the way, not wanting to stick his dick into a gooey hole and slammed himself into Glam. She jerked from the sheer force of his thrusts now, unable to concentrate on Crescent much to his annoyance. "Enjoy...this bitch...now!" He laughed maniacally and with a loud roar he blew his load.

The jets of heat made Glam wet herself in orgasm and flop to the floor tiredly. His dick already softening, Wrath watched in glee as gobs of white cum poured out of her much looser hole.

"Move it, chump." Crescent Moon said, rolling Wrath aside and taking his place. He speared into Glam, making her howl and tighten her stomach from how wide his dick was, plunging out the other stallion's cum with his fast thrusts into her. "WAY BETTER THAN HER MOUTH!" The unicorn declared toward the sky visible beyond the open warehouse roof.

In. Out. In. Out. The faster Crescent Moon pumped his hips, the louder she screamed and shouted in mindless pleasure.

In mere moments it seemed that the floor was covered in Wrath's cum, which was dug out of Glam's still-hungry pussy that yearned for Crescent's seed as she massaged his length with her walls. Unable to hold back, he also came. "FUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

His whole body was sore as the quick and unrelenting pounding lasted much longer than Wrath's. Falling back to the floor, Crescent Moon watched as Glam rolled over on the cum-slicked floor, coating her body in the mess to crawl over to him in order to take him into her mouth again.

His eyes bulged at the absurd sight. "You've...got to be...kidding...me..." Crescent Moon panted out.

Glam continued to suck on his flaccid dick to get it harder again, letting out frustrated groans as her efforts didn't seem to lead to any progress. "More...I need...more!" She whined desperately between licks. "More!" Letting it pop out of her mouth, Glam dragged herself toward Rarity, leaving a trail of juices and semen behind her on the floor.

"Please, mistress, I need my cock-punishment for loving cocks too much!" She whined and pleaded like the desperate pet she was.

"The fuck, you think I'm done?" A voice yelled out in anger. Rarity smiled in amusement as Shaman stomped over to the haggard-looking Glam and he grabbed her mane in a rage. "I should punish you for that." He hissed out, ignoring the fearful look on the cum-soaked mare's face. Dropping her to the floor, he walked over to her rear and used his magic to lift her tail up. She winced from the forceful pull but nonetheless she got wetter from the pain as cum continued to drip out from between her swollen and very reddened lips. Without saying anything, Shaman brought his forehoof against her groin, roughly jabbing her sensitive genitals. Then, he watched with amazement as his hoof slowly managed to push through, eliciting a low moan from her as he entered her up to his ankle. "Whoa! No wonder you didn't feel shit." He laughed and rotated his hoof while still inside her to elicit more pleasured howls." The squelching of pony cum as it continued to dribble was just as curious as the level of lubrication that his hoof was afforded while probing her insides.

"AHN! Please punish me! I'm sorry! HMMMM, MORE!"

"Heh...heheheh...You heard the slut, guys!" He called back to the others while wearing a goofy smile.

"Ugh! Fuck that, I'm tired!" Wrath called back, wanting to sleep at this point.

"Me...me too..." Crescent Moon said in much the same way, feeling listless from expunging more cum than he had ever done before.

Upon hearing this, a wicked look appeared on Shaman's face. "Fine, more of this sloppy slut for me, then."

Glam gasped in awe and let out an astonished moan as his ankle turned over and brushed against her rock hard clitoris. "YES! AHHHH! I'm yours! All yours!"

"SHUT UP!" He slapped her wiggling ass with a forehoof and jerked the other that was still inside her.

"AGHH! I"M SORRY!" Glam screamed out. However the pure ecstasy on her face betrayed her words.

Shaman saw this and smiled even more, slapping her endlessly and it her reddened ass was visible through her cum-soaked coat. "Heheh, are. you. fucking. stupid? I said SHUT UP!"

"AAAGH! YES! I'M STUPID! PLEASE PUNISH THIS STUPID SLUT! SLAP ME HARDER! BREAK ME, MASTER!"

"Shut the fuck up, already!" Faking irritation he reached forward and wrapped her mane around his free hoof and violently tugged her head back.

"AH! IT....IT HURTS....SO GOOOOOD!"

Shaman started to pant from the feeling of dominance surging through him and withdrew his hoof from her now gaping hole much to a mix of Glam's excitement and disappointment. But then he brought himself closer to her, rubbing his raging hard on against the slick lubricants that continued to drip and drool down to the floor. With some effort, he slowly pushed his cock into her ass, making her cry out and gasp happily.

He lied down onto his back, pulling her with him as he dropped and immediately the mare began to bounce up and down, giggling mindlessly, moaning and rubbing her hoof against her clit and along her loosened vulva.

Rarity smiled wickedly as she watched Glamorous enjoy herself, and forget any sense of shame she once had and continue to fall completely into darkness...

--

Unable to access her magic, Starla struggled uselessly against the dragon's weight on top of her.

"NO!" She screeched, thrashing and flailing against the beast as it held her horn tightly in its grip. "N-NO!" Starla shuddered, feeling a wave of heat roil through her. Her teeth clenched, breath shaky, Starla felt her thoughts burn away into a white hot pleasure. She gasped at the jolt of fire that shot out from her stomach and burst out of her mouth as a long, quivering moan. "Please, Spike..." She whispered, "...stop..."

Inexplicably then, the dragon stopped.

His body shifted atop of hers. Starla gasped when she felt his snout touch her cheek.

Confused and her thoughts jostled, she held as still as possible

Its hot breath cascaded over her face. "You...no Rarity..." She heard him growl out.

"Huh?" Starla was nonplussed. Unaware that she was already at the point of hallucination, the exhausted and dizzied unicorn mumbled, "Spike...? Did you just-"

"YOU NO RARITY!" He suddenly bellowed, pushing her into the floor with such sudden force that Starla managed to break out of her stupor and scream out in fear.

"N-n-no! I'm not!" Starla shouted, shaking her head in desperation as best she could with Spike's large hand now pressing down on her head to keep her pinned. "I'm not Rarity! I'm...I'm Starla!" Fresh tears trickled out and the young mare was on the verge of bawling incoherently, but she managed to focus enough to enunciate as best she could. "I'm Starla!"

"Don't know...Starla...You look, but...you not...Rarity...WHY YOU TRICK SPIKE?"

"I'M NOT TRYING TO TRICK YOU, SPIKE! PLEASE!"

"Hrngff..." The dragon snorted and huffed, breathing in and out deeply as though he were greatly troubled. "You...not-Rarity...make head...lots of words..."

Trembling, Starla dared to ask, "I...I don't understand..."

"RAGH!" He growled loudly in frustration, making Starla clench her eyes and a squeak escape her throat, thinking that was the end.

"...I really don't know what you're saying, Spike!" she sobbed now, "w-what words?!"

"Hmph..." He huffed again in thought. "...not-Rarity makes...words in thoughts happen...when Spike...eat magic...not happen from Rarity's..."

"My...magic...?"

The pressure from his hand lessened, bringing a wary calm over her. "Urgh...Tired...hungry..."

As the minutes wore on, Starla could feel the cloudiness in her thoughts slowly dissipate. While keeping her head against the floor, she asked, "S-spike...you eat magic, right?"

"Magic..." He said in a grumbling voice. His eyes narrowed and a slight scowl appeared on his face. "Spike eat gems...but need magic...get tired...without having magic..."

Starla gulped, trying her best to stay focused. "I'll...I'll give you all the magic you want from me, ok? Just...just please don't...ravage me like you did Glam..."

"Spike love...Rarity...not you..."

She became depressed from hearing this, unsure how to break Rarity's hold him, but what he said next clearly stoked her fear to the forefront of her mind. "Other pony only get because...Rarity asked Spike...she said to also...about not-Rarity-"

Starla began to tremble and quickly blurted out, "N-NO! That's not what she wanted at all!"

"Huh?" He cocked his head in confusion, "It's...not?"

Seeing him pause for an answer, Starla pressed her luck. "Rarity...um...was afraid that...I would steal you from her...but...but I would never do that. I know that you...'love' Rarity...she doesn't know that my magic was able to help you. She's mistaken about what she wants you to do. Don't...you think so?"

"What...Spike...think...?"

"Y-yeah..." Breathing deeply, Starla gulped to stay in control of her brittle-feeling nerves. "If...if you do the same thing to me...that you did to Glam...you won't be able to tell Rarity how much you really love her..."

"...you help, then? Spike make words...for Rarity?"

"Yes." Starla said, letting her true intent hide within her words. "I'll do everything in my power to help you, Spike. That's a promise."

"Then...Spike want some magic now...Spike make Rarity happy!" He grabbed her horn tightly once more and immediately the fiery sensations ran through her body.

Starla shuddered and moaned.

And then, she blacked out.

Author's Note: I'm pretty sure that I worked at something like an average of a sentence a day. Ugh. Writing the sex involved much more work than I thought it would need when I first conceived the idea for this chapter. Never again...never again!