Mayor Mare enjoyed many things: wine, exotic foods, the finest cigars, the most handsome stallion, and the occasional beautiful mare. Despite all the delicacies she has tasted, nothing has tasted better than success. Food and pleasures of the flesh were some of the finest things she had ever experienced, and they left her body satisfied and her mind at ease. Success, however, excited her very soul.

No drug or experience she had ever tried could come close to the raw power she felt when she looked out over her empire, added another business to her name, or conquered a rival. Alas, she seemed to own just about everything she could get her hooves on and rivals were few and far between, leaving her with little to conquer.

Which left her with little to do, save to stare out over her empire and bathing in the intoxicating aura of success and dominance. The mare shivered and shifted her chair a little closer, urging her pet deeper, all the while her eyes roamed over the flickering sets of televisions that showed numerous different scenes. To her right, a small group of screens that were labeled Ponyville showed entrances to her establishments across the small town.

One showed a club she owned that was relatively empty at this time of day, but still had a small number of ponies milling about, working or starting the night early. Another showed a casino that had been built near the club; it showed a similar scene, with only her regulars still standing beside the few tables open or sitting at the slots with empty, vacant stares. More still showed the entrance to her brothel, another to a seemingly random house she knew contained a large part of her drug production. The rest showed everything from seedy bars to normal everyday businesses; diversifying was always a good idea, after all.

The other groups of monitors showed similar scenes, but they were labeled differently. From Manehatten to Baltimare, to a small collection of screens labeled Dodge Junction and even Canterlot dotted her office walls, all the while a large painting of Celestia sat behind her, looking down at her works with a prideful smile.

The mare leaned back in her four thousand bit, custom made, real leather office chair and let her eyes closed as pleasure coursed through her body. She bit her lip in order to stop from calling out from the intense feeling. After a few tense moments the pleasure dissipated and Mayor Mare breathed a deep sigh.

“That's the spot. Keep going, my pet.” She whispered huskily.

For a few moments she just sat there, silently, her gaze running over the various monitors with relative disinterest. There would be nothing to watch at a time like now, but looking out over her works still brought a shiver of pride to the mare who couldn't help but grin wickedly.

“Look at my works ye mighty and despair.” She whispered to no one in particular.

A sudden knock at the door broke her train of thought and made her shift slightly straighter in her chair. “Who is it?” She asked, knowing full well it was most likely her assistant, Dime.

Sure enough, the nervous sound of her small assistant called from the other side of the thick, lacquered oak door. “Just me, ma’am. Your three o'clock is here.”

“Very good. Make them wait a few more minutes before sending them in, I’m in the middle of something.” Mayor Mare cooly replied.

“Yes, ma’am.” Dime responded, her dainty hooves clacking down the hall as she trotted back to her desk.

Mayor Mare breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel some movement beneath her desk. “I did not say stop, you twit. Keep going until I finish and clean me up this time!”

Somepony grunted from beneath the desk, heading his employer’s demand. The mayor’s back arched and she grit her teeth as she felt her pet begin to work faster, his tongue reaching deeper. Her forehooves reached down and gripped her pet’s head tightly in her grasp, pulling it closer. The raw feeling of control and domination were nearly as good as the pet’s ministrations.

After another minute she felt her orgasm arrive and gripped her pet’s head tighter as her pussy spasmed, spraying her juices directly into her pet’s waiting mouth. The mayor held her pet there until her orgasm died down, only allowing him to move after it was well and truly gone and he had more than enough time to clean up the mess it had made of her nethers.

Finally, after a few more seconds of slurping and suckling, her pet pulled away and she looked down appraisingly, noting that her chair had only gotten slightly wetter and her pussy was clean and crisp. She pushed her chair back, allowing her pet to stand and wipe his muzzle of her juices.

“Damn Colaratura.” The stallion mumbled while adjusting his glasses and bemoaning his fate since being fired by the songstress.

Mayor Mare smirked. “What? Still sad your little pop star fired you? Get over yourself, Svengallop, you’re working for somepony much bigger than a mere musician.”

Svengallop took off his glasses and cleaned them on his suit, shaking his head all the while. “There is always someone bigger, Mayor. The only difference is the bigger ones never stay in power for long while minnows are forgotten..”

The mare snorted and waved a hoof over her plethora of screens. “What are you talking about, Sven? I’m the biggest fish this side of the Manehatten mob. Nopony can touch me.”

Sven placed his now clean glasses on his nose with a frown. “Cherry Jubilee said the same thing while I was working for her, right up until she disappeared.”

Mayor Mare waved a dismissive hoof at the stallion. “I heard she retired, found some strapping stallion and eloped to somewhere warm and tropical.”

The stallion rolled his eyes. “Why would the biggest name in the brothel industry just up and retire at the height of her power? Besides, she just vanished, gone. Only seen one other time, apparently pregnant with what looked like quintuplets.”

“Now you’re just being ridiculous. At least the stories of the stallion she eloped with were true. Besides, good riddance to bad rubbish, I never could convince her to sell, no matter how many bits I waved in her face.”

Svengallop shook his head. “Mares her age aren’t that fertile. They say she escaped from one of Celestia’s little science experiments in Canterlot.”

Mayor Mare’s eyebrow lifted. “I thought you were just being ridiculous before but this takes the cake. Secret experiments, Celestia’s personal hoof and ponies disappearing without trial or charges? That's insane. The princess doesn't operate like that, she's too old fashioned. You need to take a break and get acquainted with reality, Sven. Why don't you grab me some coffee and have a smoke or something?”

The stallion grunted and turned towards the door, pushing it open. “Fine, but-. Oh uh sorry about that.” Svengallop moved aside, holding the door open for two ponies who waltzed into Mayor Mare’s office like they owned the place.

The mayor blinked, glancing from her planner to the red and orange unicorn that had just walked in. “You’re not my three o’clock. Who are you?” Her hoof quickly snaked under her desk and pressed a hidden button before gripping the handle of the crossbow she always kept loaded.

“Oh, you know my name, don't you, Mayor Mare? As for my the name of my friend.” She gestured to the strangely nondescript stallion. “That doesn't matter.”

The stallion closed the door, and turned the deadbolt before standing beside it. The fiery unicorn calmly sat across from the Mayor, smiling warmly as she grabbed a bottle of cider in her magic and bringing it over to the table along with two cups. “Would you like some?” She asked.

The mayor blinked, taken aback by the unicorn. “No. What do you hope to accomplish showing up like this?”

The unicorn brought the cider up to her nose and inhaled the potent scent, completely ignoring the other mare. “Ahh, that's good. Fresh, too. Apple family private reserve, right?”

“Yes, Applejack just brought by a fresh cask the other day.” Her hoof gripped the crossbow tighter, her mind wandering as to why her security hadn't arrived yet. “You have not answered my question. Why are you here, Sunset Shimmer.”

“I think you know why I am here. You haven't been fooling anypony these past few years with your whole Mayor shtick. They know you for the cutthroat ‘business pony’ that you've always been.” Sunset replied, adding air quotes around business pony.

The mare behind the desk scoffed. “If someone really knew about my businesses then why am I only being arrested now? I assume that's why you’re here - to try and arrest me.”

Sunset threw back the small glass of cider and let the cool liquid run down her throat before smiling at the mare. “Celestia respected your little scheme and decided to let it run its course. Oh and no, we are not here to arrest you.” The grip on the crossbow lessened slightly but not completely, the mare waiting for the other shoe to drop.

The stallion stepped forward, his appearance falling away in a wave of green fire, revealing the black chitinous body beneath. “We are here to replace you.” The changeling said with a smirk.

Mayor Mare jerked back, whipping out her crossbow and firing point blank at the changeling. Who didn't even flinch as a shield flared into life and sent the bolt bouncing off it and into the wall above the door behind him. The shield vanished a second later, revealing neither being had even flinched.

“Really now, a simple crossbow? It's good we arrived when we did, you’re getting soft.” Sunset smirked and poured herself another drink. “And stupid.” She ripped the crossbow from the Mayor’s hoof and tossed it across the room with a small burst of magic.

The earth pony stumbled back, falling out of her chair. “What? What are you talking about? Where is my security?”

“They work for us now. Your operation is so smooth and centered so much around yourself that they didn't even question when ‘you’ showed up and asked them to ignore any calls to aid. Why, almost your entire little empire is already in our pocket.” the mare threw back another glass and smiled. “I must say, you've done quite the job. I bet it could run itself at this point.”

The mayor looked around the room, trying desperately to think of where she might have hidden another weapon or a way to escape, but she had a windowless room and she doubted anything she might have stashed away would work on the capable duo. Keep them talking, Mayor, we need time to think. “So what are you going to do, replace me with your pet freak?”

The changeling rolled its eyes and snorted. “You’re almost right. We are going to replace you and use it as a honey pot to lure in all those low level criminals while neutralizing your entire operation. Within a matter of weeks everyone you do business with will be behind bars.”

Sunset Shimmer put aside her glass. “And with your little egotistical spy network we will all have all the evidence we need.” She gestured to the array of monitors and clapped her hooves. “Bravo on that, by the way.”

Mayor Mare rolled her eyes. “And what exactly is going to become of me? Prison, I assume?” She smirked, knowing full well just how many contacts she had in just about every prison in the country.

The pair shared a look and laughed. “What's so funny?” Mayor Mare asked, confused.

“You wouldn't stay in that prison for more than a minute. Besides, that would ruin the entire replacing you part. No, my cheeky little kingpin, you are not going to prison, or the dungeon, or any variation of those two. You’re going to disappear.” The mare made a point of teleporting her glass out of the room. “Poof, gone. Never to be heard from again.”

The earth pony staggered back as if struck. All her plans, back up plans, contacts and safehouses suddenly meaning nothing. “What? No please! You can't do this, I haven't faced a jury or or had charges levied at me. You can't prove anything!”

Sunset laughed. “Your crimes are many, and your guilt has already been determined.” She shrugged. “Besides, I'm just the messenger. Celestia will decide your ultimate fate.” She lowered her horn, pointing it at the earth pony. “Oh yeah, and stay still. My teleportation isn't that great and I would hate for you to lose a leg or something.”

The earth pony froze, pulling her legs in closely and staring wide eyed at the unicorn. “No, please don't send me to her. I don't want to get tortured like some sort of animal.”

The changeling laughed while his partner charged her horn. “Celestia doesn't torture anyone. Well, not for long anyway. You will come to love it in time.”

“What-” the Mayor’s words died on her lips the second Sunset’s horn flashed and the mare vanished, leaving behind only the former mayor’s glasses and collar to fall to the floor, the flimsy glass cracking when it impacted the wooden floor.

The unicorn smiled and looked over at the changeling. “Can you handle it from here on out?”

The changeling scoffed. “I've been training for months for this position. I’ll be fine. Go on back to Celestia and give her the good news.”

Sunset began building up enough magic for her spell, but before she teleported away she smirked at the changeling. “Try not to have too much fun. I saw you looking at her assistant.” She winked before vanishing in a flash of light, leaving a blushing changeling standing in the middle of the room.

The now disguised changeling picked up the collar and cracked glasses and put them on. He looked down into the glasses after a brief look in the mirror, only to roll his disguised eyes. Taking the glasses off he grabbed the backup pair he had brought with him and placed them on his nose, setting the broken pair aside as he eyed himself in the mirror.

Mayor Mare looked back at the changeling from the other side of the mirror. The reflection carefully inspected his disguise, pushing a stray hair here and correcting the cutie mark that was slightly smaller than it should be. Once secure that he was a perfect replica of the former mayor, the changeling plunked down in his office chair and smiled.

Oh yeah, I can get used to this. He thought with a smirk, looking around the expensive office.

A knock broke him from his thoughts and brought his attention to the door. “Who is it?” Mayor Mare asked.

The nervous voice of her personal assistant responded. “Sven, I have that coffee you wanted.”

The disguised changeling rolled his eyes - he hated coffee. “Come in.” She called back.

A second later Svengallop stepped into the room, carrying the piping hot cup of coffee in his hoof and quickly placing it on her desk. “Black, boiling hot. Just as you like it, ma’am.”

“Thank you, Sven.”

The stallion blinked, quirking his head and looking at his employer oddly. “You’re welcome. Do you need anything else?”

The disguised changeling leaned back in his chair, casting an apriasing eye up and down the stallion’s form. His eyes roaming up and down the tight, perfectly tailored suit the stallion was poured into. His pink mane was adorable and coupled with that short, trimmed tail of his. The changeling couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight.

“Ma’am?” Sven asked nervously, taking a small step back.

The changeling’s eyes took on an almost predatory gleam; he would have to get back an old part of his physicality, and soon, as he was already burning with need, and the equipment he had now would not cut it.

“Nothing. Sven. I just never realized how pretty you are.” she commented nonchalantly.

The stallion gulped, a small blush slipping onto his cheeks as he placed the coffee on his employer’s desk. “I… uh. Thank you, I guess.”

The disguised changeling slipped closer to the nervous stallion and ran a hoof down his back. “I mean it. You’re a very pretty colt. You don't have a boyfriend by chance, do you?”

Sven stiffened his back. “No, Ma’am.”

“Good.” The changeling’s hoof trailed lower until it gripped his flank, making the stallion’s blush to grow and confused thoughts to flutter through his mind.

Why was Mayor Mare suddenly like this? Why in Equestria did it matter if he had a boyfriend? Why did he enjoy it so much when she called him pretty? He suddenly realized that her hoof had not released his flank and he inched away slightly.

“Look at me, Sven. Look into my eyes.” She whispered huskily.

Slowly, the stallion turned to look at his employer, only to breathe a sigh of relief when she was the same mare he had been serving for months, other than the disturbingly wide smile on her face. “Uh, okay?”

Her hoof lifted from his flank and ran up his side, sending a small jolt of electricity up his spine. Something about her touch was… Svengallop didn't even have words for what it was doing to him. He felt hot, confused, aroused and utterly submissive at the same time, and a part of him was desperately waiting for his boss to give him an order, any order.

Mayor Mare smiled and slipped closer, her hoof trailing up his side and resting under his chin. “Such a beautiful stallion like you should have a boyfriend, don't you think?”

Sven felt his lips form the words before his mind could even catch up. “Yes, Mayor.” His brain tried to catch up with him, but it was an impossible task. Her eyes were so beautiful, so enchanting; he couldn't look away, and his thoughts were too slow, sluggish to catch up with his desires.

Those thoughts and desires converged and he was unable to do anything else save to stare into those twin azure pools and never come out. The changeling seemed to hear his thoughts and she smiled, blushing slightly. “You want to become the mare you were always meant to be, don't you?”

He stared into her eyes, his mind barely aware of the strangeness of the situation. “Yes, Mayor. I want you to make me into a mare. Your mare.”

The changeling’s grin grew wicked and he laughed haughtily. “I didn't even have to prompt you that time. You know your place, you know what you want. Now, bend over and receive it.”

He nodded, pulling down his well-tailored pants and tossing them aside, revealing his ample flanks that had only been barely contained by his trousers. Next he lifted his hooves and braced them on the Mayor’s desk, all while never breaking eye contact with her.

“You’re going to buy several dresses, skirts and other feminine clothes after work today and you’re going to wear them from now on. Understood, slut?” The mayor commanded.

Sven shivered, the raw commanding tone of the mare triggering something inside him. “Yes, ma’am.”

The mayor seemed annoyed at that, her eyes narrowing and stepping forward. “And from now on you will call me master. Got it?”

Sven nodded dumbly. “Yes, master.”

“Good. From now on you will do everything I say, when I say it.” The mayor’s blue eyes swirled with green and she reached back, roughly pulling aside his tail. “You will beg for my cock. Beg to be broken and to be turned into a mare and than you will beg to have your pathetic stallionhood shrunken to a more suitable size.”

The stallion nodded weakly, her eyes growing watery, unable to continue staring unblinking for much longer. The mare’s eyes glowed a fierce green, and suddenly the stallion blinked, his mind catching up with his body. Realizing he was half naked, hard and incredibly aroused, the stallion blushed deeply and tried to move, only to feel the rough hoof of his boss against his flank.

He blanched; the mayor had suddenly mounted him, her weight resting against his back and eliciting a moan from his traitorous lips. “Go on, slut. Beg.” She commanded.

“Please, I need a cock inside me.” He shuffled awkwardly, his ass hot and so terribly empty. “I need to be filled, to be fucked and to be broken. I want to feel a fat cock fuck my pussy until it’s filled with your hot cum.” He pressed his butt back, eager to be filled, but his new master was not so forgiving and she merely stood there, waiting for the stallion to further debase herself. “I’m begging you, please make me into a mare. Shrink my tiny worthless cock and make me yours.”

The stallion whimpered pathetically and pushed back against the mare, only to be stopped by a firm hoof on his lower back. “Not bad. Needs a little work, though.” The changeling smiled. “Just means I need to make you beg more often. Now, spread yourself nice and wide.”

Svengallop reached back and pulled himself open, giving the changeling a nice view of his puckered hole ripe for plundering. With a flash of green, the ‘mayor’ breathed a sigh of relief, thankful to feel his hard stallionhood resting between his legs once more.

He was tempted to let it dangle between the stallion’s legs and emasculate him by showing just how much larger he was, but he was too aroused for that. From the moment he had walked in he had smelled the potent scent of a mare’s desire and it had driven him mad with want. Now he had an outlet for his lust and he would use it for all its worth.

With expert dexterity only a changeling could manage, he hoisted himself up, aligned his cock without magic or any other assistance and pushed forward. The stallion grunted, her hooves gripping the desk tightly as he felt the massive size of his new lover press against her. Despite their lust, it was too large and his virgin hole was too tight.

Svengallop could tell things were not as they should be, but it hardly mattered. Mayor Mare wanted him, needed him, and his body could not help but answer with a need of its own. If he was aware of himself, he would question just how easily he fell to her power of suggestion. But he didn't think that - not yet, anyway. The only thing he thought of was the dull ache coming from between his legs that needed to be filled.

The changeling grunted and rolled its disguised eyes. He cursed the pony’s diminutive size and flared his horn, using a little love energy he had stocked up to produce a heavy dollop of slick lubricant at the end of his shaft. The stallion beneath him shuddered at the sensation, feeling his hole suddenly smeared in cool liquid.

Even just a dollop of the strange liquid was enough and the next thrust from the changeling was able to push past the barrier and thrust a few inches inside the slutty stallion’s needy hole, the changeling’s massive size making the already tight entrance to become painfully so… which was exactly what the changeling wanted.

He lit his horn again and shot a small jet of the lubricant deeper into the stallion’s body, drawing yet another shudder from his whimpering partner. The alien sensation creeping deeper inside him was bizarre and exhilarating; he didn't know how his boss had suddenly gained a cock or where she had gotten this amazing lube from, but again, that didn't matter.

The weight on his back shifted and gripped him tighter, a pair of hooves landed beside his own, utterly dominating him. The loss of control, the weight, the power of her words, everything was enticing beyond what mere words could convey and Svengallop felt a part of himself fall away, his mind succumbing to her master’s desire.

The changeling knew he should probably go slow: this pony wasn't like his usual partners and pony anatomy was different from changelings; they were smaller and more easily broken than the resilient changelings. He didn't care though, he could taste his new slave’s submission and knew from the flavor that he would do anything the changeling wanted and, no matter how hard he rutted the former stallion, and he would not ask the changeling to stop.

Drawing his hips back, the infiltrator rammed forward, spreading his lover wide and forcing his length deep into the stallion’s body. No, that wasn't true, the word didn't feel right it in Svengallop’s mind. He was not a stallion any longer; now he was a mare through and through, and she yearned for that final point where she was filled with cum, for it would signal the point of no return.

The changeling relentlessly drove forward, his cock seemingly turning and twisting each time he came to a particularly tight spot, allowing him to drive himself to the hilt in a matter of moments despite the fact that the stallion had been a virgin in that regard up until only a minute ago. The tight confines were no match for strength, a little lube, and his unique changeling physiology, and, with a resounding thump, he found himself balls deep in the stallion’s now stretched ass. Svengallop moaned like a whore, arching his back as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

He was so incredibly full it felt like his entire body was being occupied by the elephantine invader, leaving him as little more than a play thing for his new master’s enormous cock. Rather than allow the stallion to properly loosen up, the changeling drew back a few inches and thrusted back inside. Over and over he did this until he felt the vice-like grip on his cock begin to lessen enough for him to pull out further and stuff himself back inside with less resistance.

Through sheer force alone, the changeling stretched and changed the stallion’s body to better suit his tastes. The soft thump of his heavy balls slapping against the mare’s ass were barely audible over the feminine moans of the former stallion. Every thrust into his hole was another chip away at his old self, revealing an increasingly different pony beneath.

The former stallion could feel the enormous cock slam into the deepest reaches of his body, pushing and distending his belly with every thrust. He couldn't help but love the alien feeling; being changed, rebuilt, to better suit his master was the most pleasurable experience of his life. He even arched his back and pushed against every thrust, hoping to see the bulge in his midsection grow as his master pushed deeper inside her.

That wasn't enough for the changeling, though, and his hips flew back and forth at an increasingly breakneck speed. Their hips connected so frequently and the former stallion’s mind was so addled that he could hardly tell the difference from the beginning of one thrust and the end of another. The mare’s tongue fell from her mouth and her moans became increasingly high pitched, all while the last vestige of his masculinity shrinked to only a tenth of its original size.

The changeling used his new slave thoroughly for many long minutes until he was absolutely sure her mind was broken and his body was remade into a better, more suitable form. Then, and only then did he allow himself to orgasm.

By the time the changeling came, the former stallion had already painted the ground with her pathetic seed nearly half a dozen times and her weak legs could hardly keep her up, forcing her to lay with her head on the desk, forehooves spread wide, and only vaguely aware of what was happening to her. The second her master slowed she felt it, his balls churned and his breath was short, his thrusts that had long since slowed, now stopped altogether.

Only the tiniest piece of Svengallop remained and it knew the end was near. Despite its cries and its weak attempts to move, the ex stallion’s body did not respond to his pleas.

She merely stood there, barely able to stay standing while she felt her master tense up and her cock begin to drop its potent load into her asshole. The last sliver of resistance died silently the second she felt the hot spray of cum paint her insides, forever binding her to to this new feminine personality.

Her master’s orgasm was strange in more than one way - there was the obvious fact that she was ninety percent certain that Mayor Mare hadn't had a dick up until a few minutes ago, but there was also the less obvious fact that his orgasm did not come in waves. It was a steady, hard stream of hot cum that shot deep into the mare’s body and filled it within seconds. Svengallop could feel her stomach begin to bloat as her hole filled with cum and his now pathetic tiny cock twitched weakly, her own meager orgasm adding to the shameful pool that grew beneath her.

The steady stream of cum only grew over time, blasting her master’s cum deeper into Svengallop’s body until she felt as though her entire body were filled with cum and cock. To be debased and used so utterly was a feeling she had been told to love... and who was she to deny her master’s will? It was such an easy thing to love; her body no longer belonged to her, whatever her master willed was what she desired, and he wanted a submissive, cock-hungry slut.

Her hooves grew weaker by the second and she could hear her belly slosh audibly with cum as her hooves shook. She whimpered meekly, hoping her master’s orgasm died down soon before she collapsed. As if on cue, her master grunted and his cock stopped twitching and its output fell off sharply until merely a second later it stopped altogether.

Mayor Mare was left shocked and a little winded by the sudden passion and silently cursed just how backed up she had been. Now that it was out of the way, she was glad she had done so as it would allow her to focus on infiltration a little more, without the distraction of her overfull balls. Though now that she looked at her newly made mare in a different light, she couldn't help but feel as though she had created a whole new distraction, one that wouldn't be dealt with so easily as being a little pent up.

Shaking her head, the changeling took a step back and began the arduous process of removing his cock from the tight confines of his new cum dumpster. The second she started to pull out, her slave began whimpering pathetically, muttering apologies and pushing back, hoping to avoid the crushing emptiness.

The changeling placed a firm hoof on the ex-stallion’s backside and held her down in order to extract herself fully. After another step back, her cock slipped out of the ex-stallion’s ass and vanished in a wave of green fire.

Looking around, Mayor Mare found the mirror she had used before and quickly used it to fix a few stray hairs and a few other minor issues that had arisen on her disguise during the brief but passionate love making. By the time she was looking perfectly like Mayor Mare once more, Svengallop had gotten onto her unsteady hooves and turned to face her master.

Mayor Mare smiled at the distraught slave and handed her the broken pair of glasses. “Please have these fixed after you get cleaned up, but first go get a mop and bucket and clean up-” She waved a hoof over the pool their cum had made on the office floor. “- this mess.”

Svengallop nodded weakly and stumbled out of the room, his gaping hole leaking a small trail of cum that dribbled out behind him. The mare shook her head and laughed at the sight before taking a seat in her chair. She smiled widely, turning around and smiling up at the large painting of the solar princess.

“What do you have in store for your newest pet? Are you going to use her in your experiments, or perhaps you are in need of another breeder? Or do you have something else entirely planned for your newest acquisition?” She rubbed a hoof over her chin and looked up at the ceiling, imagining the many horrors that lay in wait for the pony she had replaced, a smile slowly crawling across her lips.

Author's Note

Edited by the everwonderful Pahnazd
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