Septa's Revenge

“Let’s see,” Septa said, scanning about the room. “What else should we do? Are you expecting any other customers today, Rarity?”

“No,” Rarity said, “at least, I don’t think so.”

“Good, good,” Septa said, “then we have a moment to ourselves and we can rest a little.” Septa took a seat on the stairs. “Starlight, Rarity, come join me, won’t you? After that fight Rarity gave us, I could use a few snuggles and a rest before we pack up and head to the Everfree Forest.”

“Of course, Mistress,” Starlight walked down the steps and sat next to Septa, leaning her head on Septa’s shoulder. “Your wish is my command.”

“Rarity?” Septa said.

Rarity got to her feet, rubbing sorely at her head. She focused her eyes on Septa. After a moment, she focused. Her horn glowed, and the drawers in the kitchen opened up. Knives and forks flew up out of them and flew straight at Septa.

Starlight reacted quickly, throwing up another force field, preventing the silverware from reaching and hurting her precious mistress.

“Not this again,” Septa groaned. “How much willpower do you have in you?”

“Enough,” Rarity answered, panting heavily. She staggered and stumbled, but she just as quickly regained her balance, though that didn’t bode well for her ability to resist.

“Hmm,” Septa looked around. Rarity still had enough strength left in here to levitate the silverware and poke it against the force field. She couldn’t lash her tentacle out from the force field without risking getting shredded by Rarity’s silverware assault.

“I know!” Septa snapped her fingers. She leaned in and whispered to Starlight.

“Ooh, good idea, Mistress!” Starlight clapped.

“Starlight Glimmer, what are you up to now?” Rarity asked. “You better not be trying to help Septa out some more. You’re already in enough trouble as it is. Or have you decided it’s worth disappointing Twilight and proving you can’t be trusted?”

“What is she talking about?” Septa asked.

Starlight thought about it for a moment, then shrugged. “I don’t know! I can’t think of anything that matters more to me than pleasing you, Mistress.”

Septa smirked while Rarity despaired.

“Good pet,” Septa said.

Starlight’s horn glowed. She, Septa and the force field disappeared in a flash. Rarity’s silverware went flying, knives and forks clanging against each other, with the knife blades getting caught in the fork tines. Rarity unstuck them and searched around the room.

“Where did they go?” Rarity asked. She had weapons, sharp forks at her disposal ready to shred any person unfortunate enough to earn her anger. She just needed to be able to see them and have some idea of where to aim. These knives would easily be enough to stop Septa by cutting her apart, but she needed to know where Septa was.

Behind her, as it turned out. One of Septa’s tentacles plunged up Rarity’s shorts and made its way into her ass again, propping her up into the air.

“Not again!” Rarity bemoaned, reaching down and trying to grab the tentacle.

“Yes, Rarity,” Septa said, “again, and we’ll keep doing it until you follow the script.”

“I’m going off book for this play!” Rarity shouted. She turned the silverware and launched it behind her, skillfully aiming it so that it didn’t hurt her. She couldn’t tell where Septa was exactly, but she had a better idea; she swerved the silverware and stabbed it into Septa’s tentacle.

Septa groaned. “Agh. That was painful.”

“Good!” Rarity said.

“But not painful enough to make me stop,” Septa added. Rarity felt the tentacle pumping her ass.

“Ah, it feels so good ...” Rarity moaned. The tentacle was so smooth and felt just like a nice massage by a muscular arm. Rarity closed her eyes and began to relax before jumping back. “Ah, what am I doing? I need to fight this!”

“Do you?” Septa asked. “Do you really?”

The tentacle bulged, sticking itself further into Rarity’s butt-hole. She closed her eyes and winced when she felt the thick, cool load burst and spray all over inside her. She panted, her tongue lolling out of her mouth.

“No, no ...” Rarity moaned, though she rocked back and forth. “I can still fight this. I can … still win.” She levitated the silverware and aimed it at the tentacle again.

Septa grunted, frustrated at Rarity’s persistence. She wiggled the tentacle in Rarity’s ass and made it spray some more. Rarity yelped with each squirt of spunk that shot up her insides.

“It’s … it’s so nice, but ...” Rarity moaned.

Septa shot forward another tentacle. She raised it up and aimed it at Rarity’s horn. The tentacle pumped itself, then shot out a glob of spunk that hit Rarity’s horn and splashed all over her face.

Rarity’s head tilted back. Her magic disappeared. She panted again, her eyes turning glassy as the spunk in her butt made its way further into her system.

Septa popped the tentacle out, leaving Rarity to fall on the floor. Rarity groaned, feeling tired and sleepy.

Septa walked over to Rarity, stepping out of the protection of Starlight’s bubble now that she was sure that Rarity couldn’t hurt her.

Septa kneeled, getting on one knee. She looked Rarity over, then blew one of her famous kisses, breathing pink smoke into Rarity’s face. Rarity could do nothing to keep herself from breathing it in.

“How does that feel?” Septa asked.

Rarity giggled and snorted. “W-wonderful! I don’t know what I was thinking. It feels so good to be your thrall, your pet!”

“Yes,” Septa said, “yes, it does. That’s an excellent question, Rarity – what were you thinking, trying to resist me like that? But it doesn’t matter anymore, because you’re going to be a good thrall from now on, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Rarity moaned, her snatch winking and leaking inside her shorts.

“Yes,” Septa said. “See, here’s the thing. I thought you agreed to that already. Yet, the instant you have your opening, you’re turning around on me and trying to stab me with forks. So I’m afraid I’m going to have to give you a little test to make sure your loyalty is pure this time.”

“Anything!” Rarity said, pushing herself up to her knees. “I’ll do whatever you ask me to, Mistress!”

“Anything?” Septa asked teasingly.

“Yes!”

“Then I want you ...” Septa dangled her tentacle in front of Rarity’s face. “To swallow my cum.”

“Of course, of course!” Rarity rolled over and flopped onto her back. “You even have to ask?” She opened her mouth wide. Septa stuck her tentacle inside and pumped it, ejecting cum out of her tentacle and filling Rarity’s mouth up. Septa’s tentacle filled her mouth up to the point the cum backed up and began sliding down Rarity’s cheeks and the sides of her mouth. Rarity gulped it eagerly, lumps traveling down her neck.

Rarity moaned, tensing up her fingers. Septa watched with delight as Rarity’s thighs shook, and a wet spot appeared on Rarity’s shorts.

“Yes, yes,” Septa popped the tentacle out of Rarity’s mouth. “That’s much better.” She curled a tentacle around Rarity’s neck and lifted Rarity’s mouth up to her boobs. “Why don’t you wash my cum down with my milk?”

Rarity obeyed, sucking on Septa’s nipple hard, tugging at it as if she thought she was going to pop the nipple off like a lid and that would make Septa’s milk spill out. As she drank, splotches of mushroom skin appeared on her arms and chest, growing and spreading like an infection until most of her body was covered and her hair shaped upwards and turned into a mushroom cap.

Rarity popped her mouth off. “Oh, Mistress!” Rarity wailed.. “Can’t I please have more of your cum?” She wiped the cum off her face with her finger, then stuck her finger into her mouth and sucked.

“Rarity, you help me get what I want, and we can sit in the Everfree Forest and I can feed you cum all day,” Septa said.

“Ooh, yay!” Rarity clapped. “So, what is it you want, Septa? The sooner you tell me, the sooner I can get it, and ...”

“The sooner we can stay in the Everfree Forest doing that, I know,” Septa said. “But first things first, as much as I would like to just lay you two down and pump your mouths until the sun went down. But no. Come on.” Septa stood up. “We have a job to do. There are tasks that need my attention.”

Septa picked her foot up from off the ground and examined it.

“We need to get to the Everfree Forest,” Septa said, “to see … me. Starlight, can you do your bag trick again? If we can get out of here without drawing any more attention to us, that would be swell.”

“Of course I can, Mistress,” Starlight said, holding up the bag.

“Excellent.” Septa took the bag from Starlight and began work on putting herself inside, digging her arm in first. “Get Rarity cleaned up, and then the two of you get me to the Forest and my mushroom.”

Starlight and Rarity nodded eagerly. They went to the bathroom and stripped Rarity down. Septa barked in their heads to keep them from getting too distracted and deciding to have sex with each other instead of focusing on their tasks. Starlight used the shower wand Rarity left running to (after turning the heat down) spritz Rarity down with water until she didn’t look like someone who’d just been brainwashed by tentacles.

After making sure Rarity was good and clean, Rarity dressed up, putting on a bulky fur-lined jacket, scarf, and a wide hat to cover up her mushroom skin and cap hair. It would look odd of place, considering the season, but it would look less out of place than being part mushroom.

That done, Rarity and Starlight headed out of the Boutique and towards the Everfree, doing their best not to draw attention to themselves.

They did a fine job. After all, Starlight’s associates were known. She was friends with Twilight, Twilight was friends with Rarity, so the two of them walking around Ponyville together seemed simple enough to any passers-by. No one stopped them or asked them any questions. Getting to the edge of town was almost too easy.

They arrived near Fluttershy’s cottage. Starlight and Rarity were about to continue and head on into the Everfree when Starlight’s bag rustled.

“Huh?” Starlight cupped the bag. It shifted again, Septa moving wildly inside. Septa popped open the top of the bag, peering out and sniffing.

“That smell,” Septa said, taking a deep whiff. “That is a familiar smell.” She looked up and saw the cottage. Her eyes widened. “Fluttershy. Yes. I must have her smell. I must have her again!”

“Ooh, are you sure, Mistress?” Rarity asked. “You made it sound like it was really important for you to get to your mushroom in the Everfree Forest. Is a detour really such a good idea?”

“Yes!” Septa snapped. “No! Maybe! I don’t know! But one thing I do know for sure is that I have to have Fluttershy in my thrall! She’s so lovely. She smells fantastic. She’s gorgeous. Give her to me!”

“Okay!” Rarity said. She and Starlight sneaked up towards the cottage, Starlight trying unsuccessfully to cajole Septa back into the bag. They went up to one of the cottage windows and crouched by it. Inside, they could hear the clinking and clattering of cups and platters.

“Thanks again for coming by, Rainbow Dash,” Fluttershy took a sip of her tea.

“Heh, yeah.” Dash held her dinky little teacup and eyed it with disdain. She didn’t care for these dainty make-every-sip-count type of cups. Give her a big mug and something to chug any day over this. But it was what Fluttershy had wanted, so she couldn’t complain too much.

Fluttershy perked up. “Did you hear something?”

“Nah,” Rainbow Dash answered. She took a sip of the tea and tried to hide her lack of enthusiasm for the taste. She’d rather have a sweet, citrus soda over this honey flavored stuff.

“There it is again,” Fluttershy said, and this time Rainbow Dash heard it too.

“Yeah, I hear it,” Dash said.

“Oh my,” Fluttershy said. “I hope it’s not some bad weather.”

“Shouldn’t be,” Dash said, setting her cup down and secretly glad to have an excuse not to bother with the tea anymore. “There’s no rain scheduled until at a few days from now.” She stood up from her seat. “You want me to go check it out?”

“Oh, yes, please,” Fluttershy said. “Be safe!”

“Please. Safety is my middle name!”

“I thought your middle was Danger?”

“Oh, well, I mean, that too,” Dash said coolly. “Here, why don’t I grab this?” She took a pink umbrella of Fluttershy’s to carry in the event she had cause to whack someone over the head.

“Rainbow Danger Safety Dash?” Fluttershy asked in confusion, but Rainbow Dash had already gone out the door.

“Septa, stop tapping on the window!” Starlight shouted into her bag. “You’re gonna get us discovered!”

“I can’t help it,” Septa complained, half out of her bag from the torso up, peering lustfully into the bottom of the window at Fluttershy. “I want her so badly. I need her. I remember how she tasted, how she felt. She was so soft. Soft and naive.”

“Be that as it may,” Rarity said, “if we are discovered before we are ready, Fluttershy may get a warning and run away to tell the rest of our friends, and then we won’t have any Fluttershy, and it will all be your fault if you keep this up!”

“Don’t talk to your mistress that way!” Septa snapped.

“Ooh, I’m sorry, Mistress,” Rarity apologized, immediately filled with regret for daring to speak to her Mistress Septa in such rude, disrespectful tones. “But my point still stands. If we don’t do something soon, we’re likely to be discovered!”

“Too late for that,” Starlight said, hearing the hinges on the front door squeak, soon followed by the sound of footsteps. “Someone’s coming. We need to get out of here!”

“No, no,” Septa said, “I have a better idea. We can use this to our advantage. All we have to do is wait and hide...”

Rainbow Dash went around the corner of the house and walked over to the window where she’d heard the noise coming from. There was nothing there. If there had been anything there at all, they had made the wise decision to vamoose before Rainbow Dash got to them.

“Hmm,” Dash said. She wasn’t an egghead like Twilight or Starlight, but she wasn’t as fooled as some people might think based on her sporty nature.

Dash reared up the umbrella. She brought it down on the dirt, making a clatter to try and startle whoever might have been hiding nearby. The idea was the surprise would cause them to jump up and alert Dash to their position. But this was an unsuccessful gambit.

Taking another approach, Dash reared up the umbrella and smacked it on a nearby shrubbery. Fluttershy wouldn’t approve of Dash beating up a poor, defenseless plant, but if anybody was hiding in there, Dash would be sure she had gotten them.

“Huh,” Dash looked into the window. Fluttershy looked out back to her. Dash gave a thumbs-up to let Fluttershy know there was nothing to worry about.

“Guess it must have been the wind or a big bug or something,” Dash muttered, walking away from the spot.

“Now!” a voice shouted.

Rarity jumped out from a bush and grabbed Rainbow Dash’s ankles, tripping her up.

“What?” Dash rolled over and saw Rarity grabbing her. “Rarity? What-?” Rainbow Dash was silenced by a big branch slapped onto her mouth and bent to fit as a gag. Dash looked up and saw Starlight standing over her with a swollen eye.

“That hurt, Rainbow Dash,” Starlight growled. “It took so much of my self control not to scream. But I managed … thanks to my Mistress reminding me to keep my cool.”

Dash didn’t know or care what she was talking about. All she needed to know was that this was bad, she needed to get out of here and back into the house to warn Fluttershy.

Dash kicked Rarity in the forehead and hopped to her feet. She gave Starlight a kick in the gut and ran for the door.

Rarity got to her feet, nursing at her head. She pointed a finger at Rainbow Dash began preparing her magic.

“No need,” Starlight assured her, taking Rarity’s arm and bringing it down. “Mistress will take care of it.”

Rainbow Dash’s eyes widened when she tripped again. Really? Twice in one day? She turned over onto her back and saw a spongy tentacle wrapped around her ankle. She tried to pry it off, without success. It seemed familiar, too, but Dash couldn’t quite place it.

Dash was too preoccupied with getting the tentacle off her ankle to see the other snaking its way toward her butt. She yelped when she felt the appendage slither down her trunks and wiggle its way inside her asshole.

“Ah-ha!” Septa burst out of the ground, chunks of dirt flying all over the place where she made her grand entrance. “Gotcha!”

Rainbow Dash couldn’t speak well with the branch bag on her, so she settled for widening her eyes again. She spread her wings and flew up, attempting to fly away and possibly take Septa with her to the skies. Her domain and turf, not Septa’s.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Septa asked. She pumped her tentacle in and squirted a big mess of jizz into Rainbow Dash’s asshole.

Dash moaned. Her wings instantly gave out, and she fell towards the earth with a hunched over, relaxed posture. She recovered quickly enough to give her wings another flap and keep herself airborne for a minute longer.

Septa smirked. “You’re cute, thinking you can still get away after I’ve got my tentacles into you.” She sprouted another tentacle from off her shoulder and shot it towards Dash’s crotch, getting it up under her trunks and slipping past her underwear to gain access to her vagina. With her tentacles now in two holes, Septa alternated pumping between the two of them before blasting her corrupting spunk into both holes at once. Dash’s trunks became soaked, stains spreading across the front and back of her clothes.

Dash moaned and gently floated back down to earth. Septa popped her tentacles out. Starlight went up and took off Dash’s gag.

“Now, Rainbow Dash,” Septa said, “would you be willing to help me catch another thrall? I think you know her, a lady by the name of Fluttershy?”

“Of course, Mistress,” Dash answered, panting and staggering,

Septa smiled. “Good girl.”

“Huh,” Fluttershy set her teacup down its saucer, her anxieties mounting. “Rainbow Dash has been gone for awhile. I hope nothing happened to her … oh no. What if she didn’t like my tea?”

There was a knock on the door.

“Oh!” Fluttershy tossed her saucer and cup on the table. “I hope that’s her!”

Fluttershy went to answer the door. She pulled the door open and was blindsided when a rainbow-colored blur came through and tackled her, pinning her against the wall.

Rainbow Dash smooched Fluttershy on the lips, keeping her pinned by the shoulders.

“Rainbow Dash?” Fluttershy asked, confused. “I didn’t know you felt that way! This is all so sudden! … Rainbow Dash?” Fluttershy noticed the glassy, lifeless look in Dash’s eyes.

“Hello, Fluttershy,” Septa greeted her, walking into the cottage flanked on either side by Rarity and Starlight.

“Septa!” Fluttershy exclaimed. “How did you come back?”

“Let’s just say that this one needs to be more careful about what samples she brings back to her lab for study,” Septa answered, pointing at Starlight.

Fluttershy shook her head. “Starlight. Of course it’s Starlight. Why is it always Starlight?” She glared at Septa. “What do you want?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Septa said.

“No,” Fluttershy answered defiantly, even though in truth she had a pretty good guess.

“Very well.” Septa walked up to Fluttershy and put a finger under Fluttershy’s chin. “I want to get back one of my favorite thralls from the last time I was out. You were so sweet. So … obedient. I have to have you back, baby.”

“Uh-huh,” Fluttershy said. “And I take it this is non-negotiable?”

“Pretty much,” Septa answered.

“Fine,” Fluttershy said. “But before you do that thing where you blow smoke into my face, answer me one question.”

“Sure,” Septa pinched Fluttershy’s cheek. “Anything for a gorgeous gal like you.”

“Why?” Fluttershy asked. “Why are you doing this?”

Septa smirked and laughed. “Because I can … and because I want to.”

“I see,” Fluttershy said. “I think I understand. Well, go ahead, then. Do whatever it is you’re going to do.”

“See? That’s what I’m talking about!” Septa said, putting a hand on Fluttershy’s shoulder. “You don’t keep fighting and trying to hold out till the end. You know when it’s time to give up and stop resisting, unlike some people I could name.” She gave Rarity a dirty glare.

“Just get it over with,” Fluttershy said. “I’m not in the mood for your evil gloating.”

“Ooh, someone is in a mood today,” Septa said. “Come on, babe, cheer up! Don’t be like that. Here, tell you what – when I’m ruler of Equestria, you can be my queen.”

Septa blew a kiss at Fluttershy, blowing pink smoke into Fluttershy’s face as Fluttershy anticipated. Rainbow Dash let go of Fluttershy at Septa’s bidding.

Septa grabbed Fluttershy and threw her to the floor. She climbed on top of Fluttershy, jiggled and played with her boobs for a minute, then leaned down and inserted a nipple into Fluttershy’s mouth. Fluttershy, knowing it was pointless, didn’t even try to resist, and merely sucked on the nipple and drank Septa’s milk like an obedient thrall would.

“Starlight!” Twilight called, unlocking and entering the house. “Starlight, are you here?”

Twilight looked around for signs of Starlight or any life being in the house.

“Wonder where she went off to,” Twilight murmured to herself, laying her purse down by the door. She went inside the main foyer and stopped. Few ponies would have sensed it, but when it came to cleanliness, Twilight’s sense for when something was off was pitch-perfect.

Twilight got on her knees and scooped a finger along the floor. Just as she had anticipated, her finger came up with a speck of dirt on it.

Twilight sighed as she got back on her feet. “You know, for a princess, you’d really think I’d be able to get better cleaning services. Starlight!” Twilight called. “Starlight Glimmer, do you make this mess in here? I’m not mad. Okay, I’m a little mad, but you can fix it if you just come out here and tell me what you know about it! Starlight?”

By now Twilight was getting worried.

“I hope she didn’t lock herself in her study room again,” Twilight said. Only after she said it aloud did it occur to what a foolish hope this was. She knew how Starlight worked, and she knew it because it was also how she worked, and when did she ever let little things like sleep, food, or lack of sunlight stop it from dedicating all her time to a research project, cooped up in her little lab, the only breaks she’d taken coming from her friends like Applejack and Pinkie Pie coming over and demanding she’d step outside?

Twilight hurried to Starlight’s study room. She briefly recalled the fact that Starlight hadn’t pre-cleared it with her before confiscating the room to do experiments and research in, but that seemed irrelevant now. Twilight would discuss it with in depth later when she wasn’t worried for Starlight’s health.

“Starlight!” Twilight banged on the door. “Starlight, are you in there? It’s okay, I’m not mad or anything, I’m just a little worried about you … and the house. Starlight?” Twilight banged on the door again. “Starlight, you open this door right now or so help me, by Celestia I’ll BLAST it open!”

When there was no answer, Twilight took a step back from the door and got ready. She counted down, giving Starlight one last chance to answer.

“One … two … three!” Twilight fired a shot, blasting off the door’s handle. She’d fix that later.

With the lock broken, Twilight pushed the door open.

“Starlight?” Twilight asked. She gasped when saw the dismal state the room was in. Books were scattered on the table, some of them turned to a page that seemed random to Twilight, but she guessed made sense to Starlight. Of more concern were the shattered remnants of sample jars on the table, the huge piles of dirt on the table and the floor, the growing amanita mushroom fungus growing out of the dirt.

“Starlight, what happened to you?” Twilight wondered, her worry mounting. She went up to the desk to search for clues.

She thumbed through the open pages of the books. Some passages were highlighted, others bookmarked. Twilight combed through them several times before and quickly reached the conclusion about them all having something to do with mushrooms in some way, but to what end?

“Why would Starlight be researching … mushrooms?” Twilight asked, horror dawning on her in the middle of her sentence. She glanced down at the growing mushrooms on the floor and reached the obvious conclusion.

“Oh no,” Twilight whispered to herself. “Hang on, Starlight! I’m going to rescue you!”

Twilight ran towards the door. Remembering the mushrooms, she stopped and turned around. Not taking any chances, she fired a bolt of magic at fungal growth, setting it ablaze. She stayed and watched to make sure the fire burnt it all away, and also to make sure it didn’t get out of control.

After using her magic to scoop up the scorched dirt leftover and dumping into a pot, Twilight headed out on her rescue mission.