Septa's Revenge

"I ... no," Starlight muttered, wincing as she tried to fight off Septa's influence. But the tentacle's cum was so nice on her throat, like an iced coffee soothing her muscles.

"Still trying to resist, huh?" Septa said, amused. "That's fine. That's perfectly fine, Starlight. Because I'll just keep trying to corrupt you."

The tentacle entered into Starlight's mouth and shot another load of jizz which splattered all over her face, spraying flecks onto the floor and on Starlight's cheeks. Starlight couldn't stop herself from swallowing all of what got inside her mouth.

So tasty, Starlight thought. Can't resist. Don't resist. There's no resistance. Resistance doesn't exist. There is only submission.

"Judging by the look on your eyes, I'd say you've come around to my way of thinking," Septa said with a smirk. She grunted, pushing herself up. With some effort, she was able to push herself out of the dirt pile that had served as her legs until this point. Now, she had a full pair of legs up into the ankles, where her ankles cut off and she still had some growing to do.

"Close," Septa observed as she inspected her hands. "Getting close to complete. Now," Septa tapped her fingers, "why don't we head to the Everfree Forest?"

"Yes, Mistress," Starlight answered a drip of cum oozed down her cheek. "But wait. How will we go undetected?"

"Ooh, I hadn't thought of that," Septa said. "Can't you use your magic?"

Starlight nodded. "Uh, let me think ... ooh, I know!" Starlight picked out a pouch and cast a spell on it, zapping it with her magic. "Here. I cast an expanding spell on the bag. You should be able to fit inside, no problem!"

"Inside the bag, huh?" Septa said as Starlight handed her the bag. She seemed hesitant to go inside.

"No pony will suspect anything if I tell them I'm carrying around mushrooms for a potion," Starlight said.

"When you put it that way ..." Septa dropped the bag at her feet. She shuffled over on her dirt-bed feet and hopped in. Once she got her feet in, it was an easy matter to sink into the bag and disappear completely. Now she just hoped Starlight wasn't faking being under her control and wasn't going to toss the bag into a fire.

Starlight picked the pouch up and slung it over her shoulders. "To the Everfree Forest, right, Mistress?" Starlight heard a pleasant hum in her head that seemed to indicate yes. She left the library, locking the door behind her.

"Starlight!" Rarity exclaimed, running up to Starlight, her cleavage jiggling inside her blue ruffled shift, her bra straps exposed. "I thought I might find you here. Come, darling, I need you for something." She grabbed Starlight's wrists and began to drag her.

"Can't it wait?" Starlight asked.

"No! Not at all, darling," Rarity said. "Twilight has a very formal occasion coming up, and all her friends need clothes fit for the dance! That includes you."

"Hmm," Starlight considered the idea of pulling Septa out of the pouch and siccing her on Rarity.

Not yet, Septa whispered in Starlight's head. There's too many ponies around. Too many witnesses. Let her take you to her store. Then we'll spring the trap.

"Okay," Starlight said with a smile, allowing Rarity to drag her all the way across Ponyville to the Carousel Boutique.

"Get comfortable, darling," Rarity said once they were inside, "I need to get my work station ready."

"No problem!" Starlight said airily. Rarity walked out of the room. Starlight watched her go, desperately wanting to see something prodded into that cute ass of hers.

In due time, Starlight, in due time, Septa told her. Quickly, make preparations. Seal the exits. Use your magic. Whatever you can do.

"Right." Starlight turned to the door and windows. She raised her hands and her eyes glowed along with her horn as she locked the door, closed the window latches, and made it so that none of them would unlock until she gave the word. She also cast a muting spell on the windows to prevent any of Rarity's potential screams for help from escaping the building and drawing the attention of passers-by.

Good, Septa said. Now, let's begin.

Starlight nodded. She walked into Rarity's fitting room. Rarity was busying herself setting up the stage for Starlight to stand on.

"Oh, Starlight!" Rarity said. "I didn't see you come in. Here, come help me set this up, would you? It will go so much faster if the stage is set the way you like it."

"The stage is already set the way I like it," Starlight said in a monotone.

"Oh, well, good," Rarity said, getting up. "Then we can get started."

"Yes. We can."

Open the pouch, Starlight.

Starlight untucked the pouch just slightly. Septa's tentacle peeked out and began crawling towards Rarity. The fabric of the pouch rustled as the tentacle moved.

"What's that noise?" Rarity asked. She turned around and gasped. She couldn't react fast enough in time to keep the tentacle from lashing around her throat and holding her steady.

"Starlight!" Rarity demanded. "What's the meaning of this?"

"The meaning of the meaning of life," Starlight answered. "To breed. To propagate."

"You're sounding just like Fluttershy did when she - oh no. Wait, I think I recognize this tentacle. Not again!"

"Yes, Rarity," Septa said, poking her head out of the pouch again. She lifted Rarity into the air. "Let's begin, shall we?"

Septa aimed the tip of the tentacle at Rarity's cleavage and fired, squirting cum all over Rarity's tits. The spunk slid around, leaving trails on her jugs.

"You shouldn't have worn an open top today," Septa teased.

"And you should have aimed for the mouth," Rarity remarked. Her horn glowed.

Starlight and Septa looked around for the attack. It came from behind, as Rarity's mannequins fell on top of them, knocking Starlight to the ground and causing Septa's tentacle to release Rarity.

Rarity landed on the floor with grace, then turned and ran up the stairs.

"Don't let her get away!" Septa shouted.

"I'm working on it," Starlight grumbled as she pushed one mannequin off. "These things are surprisingly heavy."

"They're mannequins! How heavy could they ... be?" Septa asked, grunting and reaching out tentacles to help push the mannequin off. “You’re right. These are very heavy.” She swept her tentacle through the room, knocking the mannequins off like bowling pins.

Starlight set the pouch down, and Septa climbed up, her right arm shifted into a two forked tentacle while her left was a singular one.

“We should split up,” Septa suggested. “I’ll hunt Rarity down. You cover the exits and make sure she can’t escape.”

“Right.”

Starlight and Septa moved to split off, but Starlight’s path to the front and Septa’s path to the stairs were blocked off by mannequins.

“Eh?” Septa wondered. “Get out of my way!” She shot her tentacle forward. The mannequins gave off a blue aura, then moved out of the way of Septa’s tentacle. Septa withdrew the tentacle and pursed her lips.

“Starlight, did you see that?” Septa asked.

“Never mind that,” Starlight said, “do you see this?” She gestured to the mannequins facing her. The mannequins had their arms outstretched to grab her and were advancing towards her and Septa. “They’re alive!”

“No matter,” Septa said, though her face revealed that she wasn’t prepared to deal with something like this.

Septa flicked her tentacle against a mannequin, knocking it into the one next to it, in turn knocking that mannequin into the one next to it. This continued, escalating up into a domino effect until the entire row of mannequins was knocked over. But they climbed back to their feet just the same.

“Ah, I can still make this work,” Septa said. “If they’re alive, then they must be vulnerable to all the same things as other living beings!” Septa picked a mannequin out at random. She aimed her tentacle at it and squirted spunk all over its blank white face. The mannequin continued moving, unaffected by the mind control chemicals.

“Can’t take over its mind if it doesn’t have a mind,” Starlight observed. She backed away from the mannequins and ended up brushing against Septa’s back.

“Any suggestions?” Septa asked, panic growing on her face. “Think of something, quick! Save your mistress, my loyal thrall!”

“Hmm,” Starlight said. “I do have one idea, but I don’t think you’re going to like it.”

“If it will get us out of this mess before Rarity can get a message out, I’ll take it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Just do it!”

“Right.” Starlight scrunched her eyes shot. Her horn glowed and whined before emitting a streak of flame that blasted away the mannequins. She spun around the room, aiming the flamethrower at the rest of the mannequin army and setting them on fire. The mannequins continued to advance as they melted, and the room was filled with the awful smell of burning plastic.

“Ooh,” Septa groaned. The heat and the smoke got to her. “You’re right, Starlight. I don’t like it.”

“Yeah,” Starlight said. “But it worked, didn’t it?”

“That it did. Now, quickly, to the plan!”

Starlight saluted and ran to the front entrance, casting a spell to lock the door. Septa searched around the room, trying to recapture Rarity’s scent. She examined the stairs before running up the steps, her tentacles dragging on the floor behind her.

Meanwhile, Rarity fled into the bathroom on the upper floor. She slammed the door shut behind her to take a break.

“I am so glad I took Zecora’s suggestion and worked with Twilight on that animation spell,” Rarity said. “Now, what to do about this … infestation of pests?” Rarity hissed to herself. She looked around the bathroom, her eyes falling on the shower and the mirror.

“There’s an idea,” Rarity said. She used her magic to turn the shower on, turning the hot water all the way up. She levitated the shower wand into her hand. She also opened the mirror and levitated a bottle of sleeping pills into her other hand.

“These ought to do nicely,” Rarity mused. She examined the room again. This time, her attention was drawn on the shower curtain. “Oh, this could work nicely, as could that.” She magically took the shower curtain off and placed a bottle of shampoo down her cleavage. Not her preferred place to store it, but she was grabbing so many things she needed some way to organize them and keep track of them all.

“Oh, Rarity!” Septa called, walking down the hallway. “Where are you?”

“Right in here, darling! In the shower!” Rarity called, using magic to suppress the shower wand.

“Now why are you in there?” Septa asked.

“I decided to slip into something more comfortable,” Rarity said. “After all, I wanted to look nice for when you make me your good and loyal thrall.”

Septa chuckled. “Well, it’s nice to hear that you’ve come to your senses. Come to your mistress, Rarity.” She looped her tentacle around the doorknob to the shower and opened it.

“No thanks, I’m having second thoughts,” Rarity said. She aimed the shower wand at Septa’s face and released her magic hold on it, allowing it to spew 105-degree fahrenheit water into Septa’s eyes, scalding her face.

Septa cried out in pain. While Septa busied herself with that, Rarity levitated a few sleeping pills and fired them into Septa’s open screaming mouth, shooting them down her throat. Rarity then threw the shower curtain over Septa and pushed her out of the way, knocking her down to her knees and allowing Rarity to step over her and make a break for it down the hallway.

“Rarity!” Septa screamed. She coughed, spitting out some of the sleeping pills. “Oh, I’m gonna get you for that! And sleeping pills? What were you thinking? I’m a mushroom, for crying out loud!”

Can’t blame a girl for trying, Rarity thought as she ran. What else can I do to stop her? I need to let the others know she’s loose. Oh, I know! Sweetie Belle has those throwing darts that Scootaloo gave her! At the time, I wanted to take them from her since she can be so clumsy, but now I’m glad I didn’t!

“When I get a hold of you, I’m going to make you swallow SO MANY batches!” Septa screamed. “Soon as I can open my eyes, I am going to stuff your mouth with my cum!”

Yes, yes, Rarity rolled her eyes. I’ll have my revenge, blah blah. I’ve heard it all before, Septa, though I must admit, you certainly make it more … risque than the other villains I’ve had to deal with.

Rarity ducked into Sweetie Belle's room. She locked the door behind her.

"That will keep her out for a minute ... I hope," Rarity said. She looked around the room.

"Ah-ha." She spotted the darts next to the nightstand. She scooped them into her hand and looked around for anything else which might prove useful against Septa and a Septa-possessed Starlight.

Rarity glanced over a desk. She noticed paper and quills spread out on the desk. "Writing implements ... mmm." She nearly walked past the desk before doubling back towards it.

"Yes, that's it!" Rarity dipped the quill in ink. "That's how I'll get my message out! But what to write?" Rarity tapped the quill to her chin. "'To my dearest friends' ... no, no, that won't do at all. I need something simple, quick, I need to ... to think like Applejack. What would Applejack say in this situation?"

Can y'all believe that Starlight let that darned mushroom pony out of her box again? Applejack's voice ran through her head.

Rarity shook her head. "Not good enough. I need something better. I know. I need to think like Big Macintosh. He's a man of a few words. How do I express the most amount of information in the fewest words? Ah-ha!"

Rarity had it.

Septa's out, she scribbled onto the paper. She tore a strip of the paper off, scribbled the same message again, and did the same thing over and over.

Rarity magically pulled the window open. She cast a spell on the notes, zapping them with a ray of blue light. The notes lifted themselves up into the air and flew out the window, her spell overpowering Starlight’s.

"Now all that's left to do is wait, and hope someone can stop her if I'm not able to," Rarity mused to herself. She examined the quill. "I think I'll keep this on my person for now." She looked out the window, watching the messages fly. Seeing them fly away gave her an idea.

Septa muttered and grumbled as she tried to stumble her way out of the shower curtain, with little success.

"Ah!" Septa groaned, moving over and falling to her knees, the shower curtain still draped around her and obscuring her vision.

"When I find that bitch, I'm going to make her drink so much cum," Septa muttered before tripping and hitting her head on a nearby wall. "So much cum!"

"Mistress!" Starlight cried, running up the stairs. She kneeled by Septa's side and plucked the shower curtain off her. "Are you okay? I locked all the doors and the windows downstairs like you asked." Starlight gasped. "Your eyes! What's wrong with your eyes?"

"Rarity blasted me with some hot water," Septa explained.

"I can heal it, Mistress, just let me-" Starlight's horn glowed, but Septa waved her down.

"No, no, I'm fine. I'll regrow the cells and regenerate. For now, we need to focus on making sure that Rarity gets what's coming to her."

"Yes, Mistress!" Starlight said. "Where do you suppose we start?"

"She went that way." Septa pointed with her tentacle. She and Starlight walked down the hallway, and Septa had to smile and laugh.

"What is it, Mistress?" Starlight asked.

"Look around you," Septa gestured to the walls around them. "What do you see?"

Starlight looked at the walls and the ceiling for good measure. "Lots of pink?"

"No. Well, yes, but no, not that," Septa said. "Look closely. The doors. The doors are all open."

"Yes?" Starlight said.

"So that means if Rarity is hiding, which I have no doubt is exactly what she's going to do, that means she's in the one room with a closed door," Septa said. "And that's going to make it that much easier for us to find which room she's in, ambush her, and pow! She'll be my thrall." Septa touched the tip of her tentacle to Starlight's chin. "Just like you, Starlight."

Starlight giggled. "Who wouldn't want to be your thrall, Mistress?"

Septa's nostrils flared. "Do you smell smoke?"

There was a bang from the stairs behind them. Turning around, Septa and Starlight were startled by the sight of Rarity's mannequins crawling up the stairs. They were half-destroyed and cut in half, with legless torsos and torsoless legs crawling up the stairs by dragging whatever limbs they had around.

"Stay back!" Septa ordered.

"I'll stop them, Mistress!" Starlight declared. She fired a laser blast from her horn at the mannequin that was furthest up the stairs and thus closest to her. Her blast knocked the mannequin off balance and sent it tumbling down the stairs, taking other mannequins down with it along the way, leaving a pile of plastic body parts on the bottom of the stairs.

"Yes!" Septa gave Starlight a high-five with her tentacle. "That's my good servant! I'm going to treat you well tonight!"

"Oh, thank you, Mistress," Starlight said, blushing.

Their troubles were not done yet. The mannequins linked up their hands and feet, gripping each other, and contorted themselves into the shape of a wheel. They tilted back to build up speed, then launching their wheeled form up the stairs, scaling the staircase with ease despite being circurcular by virtue of their size allowing them to avoid getting stuck on the stairs, similar to how tank treads climbed rough terrain.

"Don't worry, Mistress," Starlight said. "I've got an idea!" Starlight cast a force field up between them and the mannequin. The mannequin wheel smashed into the force field and shattered back into its component pieces with a sound like bowling pins being knocked over. The mannequins scattered all over the floor like flower petals at a wedding.

"Good job, Starlight," Septa said. "Now, let's go get Rarity."

Septa and Starlight resumed their search down the hall. Despite Septa's earlier confidence in what an easy time they would have, they found no hint Rarity was hiding in any of the rooms.

"Ah!" Septa groaned. "Where is she? Where could she have gone?" She stomped her foot in frustration.

"Um, Mistress?" Starlight said softly, to avoiding earning Septa's ire and having Septa turn her rage on her. "You said she would be in the room with the door closed, but ... none of those doors are closed."

"They're not?" Septa asked. She looked around and realized Starlight was right. "Huh. They're not. Why is that? She should be somewhere in here, right? I mean, it's not like she could have jumped out the window, is it?"

"She might have," Starlight said.

Septa leaned over and peered into one the rooms. The second her head passed through the doorway, a dart launched at her and pinned itself to her forehead, right between her eyes.

"Ow," Septa groaned.

"Mistress!" Starlight fretted. "Are you okay?" She moved to remove the dart.

"Yes, fine," Septa answered. "But what's happening now?"

"There's a note," Starlight said. She plucked the dart out and took the note off.

You two need to gloat more quietly, it read.

"Well, what's it say?" Septa asked. Starlight showed her. "'Need to gloat more quietly'. What does that mean? ... oh, shoot. She must have heard us talking in the hallway and moved! She left the doors open to throw us off!"

"Where could she be?" Starlight asked.

"I don't know, but you should stay here," Septa said. "If my suspicions are correct, there will be more of those dart traps, and you probably can’t take one to the head safely like I can."

"I have a better idea," Starlight said. She tapped her horn and a magic sparkling blue bubble appeared around her and Septa.

"You're just full of good ideas today, aren't you, Starlight?" Septa leaned in and gave Starlight a kiss on the cheek, then puffed some pink smoke into her face.

Starlight giggled with an airy expression on her face. "Stop, Mistress. You're too kind."

"Now, let's go see if we can't find out where ..." Septa walked into an adjacent doorway and narrowed her eyes when subjected to another dart trap. Starlight's bubble took the dart for her, so she didn't feel too angry, but it was upsetting. "... she is," Septa snarled.

They continued on like this, going into room after room. Starlight's bubble continued to gather darts and after they'd been at it for awhile, one could be forgiven for thinking that the bubble was a dartboard.

"ARGH!" Septa groaned in frustration. "I don't get it. Where could she possibly be, unless she jumped out!? Did she jump out!?"

"Rarity can be pretty brave, despite what you might think when you first meet her. But she also doesn't like getting her hooves dirty, so she probably wouldn't have gone unless she could make something to climb down with."

"Do you think she did that?"

"She might have," Starlight said. She and Septa began inspecting every window in every room on the floor, but they couldn't find any evidence of a rope, made of sheets or otherwise.

“Where else could she be?" Septa asked. They heard creaking like someone going down a flight of stairs slowly.

"Ah-ha!" Septa and Starlight ran up to the stairs. A barrier made of mannequins with their limbs interlocked now blocked the way to the staircase.

"Allow me, Mistress," Starlight said. She dismissed the bubble and went up to the barrier. She blasted it with her magic and sent the pieces flying. With the barrier gone, Septa and Starlight were able to see Rarity making her way down the stairs, almost at the bottom.

"Hold it right there!" Septa shouted.

Rarity froze. She turned over to Septa and Starlight. "Yes, darlings?"

"You've caused me a lot of trouble today," Septa said, "a lot more trouble than I think you're worth, to be quite honest. But it's going to end here."

"I don't know, darling," Rarity said, "I think I'm worth quite a bit of trouble."

Septa groaned in frustration. She reared her tentacle and shot it at Rarity.

"One shot, Rarity. Make it count!" Rarity pulled out the quill and used her magic to toss it like a dart. Her shot did count, as it hit the tentacle and sheared it in two, with the top half falling off and landing on the stairs. The quill kept going, aiming for Septa, but Starlight used her magic to create a square shield in front of Septa's face that the quill hit instead.

“Luckily, I still have this,” Rarity reached into her cleavage and pulled out the shampoo bottle. She levitated into the air and hovered it above Starlight’s head. She popped open the cap and went to pour it on Starlight’s face, but Septa whipped the bottle with her tentacle and sent it flying down the end of the hallway.

"Damn. Almost worked," Rarity muttered. She turned to ran down the stairs, but Septa's other tentacles shot out and lashed around her ankles, binding her legs together. The tentacles pulled her up the stairs.

"No!" Rarity shouted, digging her manicured nails into the floor to try and keep the tentacles from taking her where she didn't want to go.

"Yes," Septa said, "yes, Rarity, yes." Septa reared up another tentacle. With perfect precision, she shot it down Rarity's clothes and managed to wiggle her way into Rarity's ass. Septa pumped the tentacle in Rarity's bum, making the tentacle slide in and out, pleasuring itself.

"I won't give in!" Rarity shouted. The tentacles hoisted up, her ass hanging in the air as the tentacle continued to play with it.

"Darling, you make it sound like you have a choice," Septa said. "Starlight, come over here. Make this process go a little faster."

"Of course, Mistress. What do - mmph!" Starlight was prevented from asking her question by Septa dragging her forward and forcing her tit into Starlight's mouth. Starlight sucked on Septa's nipple like a good thrall, moaning Septa's creamy milk dribbled over her lips. Septa sprouted another tentacle from her shoulder blade and reached it over to stroke herself in her vagina, giving herself a fingering and pleasuring herself.

"Ooh ... ooh!" Septa moaned. With the tactile feedback from pumping Rarity, her own tentacle pleasuring herself, and Starlight suckling her nipple, it took almost no time at all for her to cum spectacularly, pouring a huge load of her gooey semen into Rarity's asshole.

"Gah!" Rarity gasped as the warm, sticky wad splashed its way inside, spilling all over her asscheeks.

"I - I - I-" Rartiy stuttered, trying to hold on to her sense of self. She was unsuccessful. Her own vagina twitched and secreted, and her eyes turned glassy. "I LOVE my Mistress's cum!"

"Of course you do," Septa said, taking her tentacle out of Rarity and dropping Rarity on the stairs. "Now, Rarity, I have a few questions for you. Did you get any warnings out to your friends?"

"I did," Rarity answered, giggling and drooling, her breasts squishing on the stairs.

"Can it still be stopped?"

"It can."

"Good. Go do that for me, and I will reward you with more of the exotic pleasure that only me and my fluids can provide."

"Yes, Mistress." Rarity got to her feet and marched towards the window.

Starlight undid the spell she cast on the window, and Rarity peeked her head out and her horn glowed. She cast a spell to stop her notes in their tracks. They floated down to the ground outside Carousel Boutique, where they would be useless and of no help to anyone, because most passersby wouldn't have any idea who Septa was.

"Excellent," Septa said. She went down the stairs and pointed one of her tentacles at Rarity. "Come here, Rarity. Come here, thrall, and reap your reward from your mistress for your loyalty."

Rarity giggled madly and bubbly as she ran up to Septa. She got on her knees and opened her mouth, while Septa pointed a tentacle at her face and got ready, another load backing up into the tip of the tentacle.