Author's Note

Alright, this is the finale of Razzle Dazzle's adventures at Gossamer before the epilogue, and I hope that the ensuing mindfuck is appropriately steamy and enjoyable! All of your views any sort of constructive feedback is greatly appreciated.

Notes for this chapter: succumbing to mind control (without resistance), fingering, groping, lactation and breastfeeeding, multiple orgasms, legally dubious contract, dubiously consensual name change (as a result of mind control), lesbian threesome, and a possible overpopulation of ellipses

Luring the Prey

The sunset was reflecting off of Gossamer’s windows, which were all shuttered by the time Baklava and Razzy came up to the steps with their arms full of the latter’s belongings. Cassatta was outside, nailing a plaque up on the door while the Cake unicorn twins were weaving anti-theft spells into the foundation. Razzy peared curiously at the sign that her fellow pegasus was putting up:

GOSSAMER’S FINE BOUTIQUE WILL BE CLOSED FOR THE WEEK FOR A STAFF RETREAT. ALL PENDING ORDERS HAVE BEEN FILLED AT THIS TIME. ANY INQUIRIES OR EMERGENCIES MAY BE SUBMITTED IN WRITING INTO OUR LETTERBOX, AND AN ASSOCIATE WILL GET BACK TO YOU REGARDING YOUR QUESTION AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.

“It’s a quarterly practice,” Cassatta said by way of explanation as Razzy stared at the sign. “We take the time to recuperate, rotate staff between the boutique’s locations, and do any necessary auditing. You’ll be introduced to all of Miss Silk’s staff at the retreat.”

“That sounds lovely,” Razzy replied, not resisting at all as she was guided into the boutique. She hadn’t realized how the foyer had been so brightly lit by the sun the two times that she’d been here, but the sunset had given the room a deeper, golden glow. While the brightness had been more professionally welcoming, the deep, rich colors of the oncoming night felt far more familiar, intimate, and protective. Would the whole house feel this way?

“We’ll take our stuff up to our room,” Baklava announced to the other mares, looping her arm into Razzy’s. “We still need to change for Casual Friday.”

“Don’t let us stop you!” Sun Cake chuckled, taking Moon Cake’s hand and hurrying off to someplace...else. Razzy couldn’t really be bothered to pay attention to that when she was pressed up against the unicorn that got her belly into all sorts of knots. Cassatta took the groceries from Baklava, and the unicorn helped guide the twitterpated pegasus to the staircase.

Through that pleasant, warm fog in Razzy’s mind, a question began to take form, but it was sure taking its time. “What do you do on Casual Friday?” she managed to ask softly, keeping the volume low. She really didn’t want to be intrusive or or disruptive to anybody else who might be in the boutique/home at the moment.

“Oh, it’s quite fun,” Baklava gushed as they took the stairs a few at a time, bypassing the second floor and moving towards the top of the flat-roofed house. “We all dress in our pajamas, bring out all of the leftovers for the week, and have a feast. Then, we get to do whatever we want afterwards.” A soft blush bloomed on the unicorn’s cheeks after finishing her last sentence. “Err...we usually bake or…”

“Have sex?” She really didn’t know what compelled her to ask, but it didn’t feel too intrusive, now that she’d been happily welcomed into this impromptu herd.

“Yes. That’s what we normally do,” Baklava confirmed. They both stepped onto the landing for the third floor. There was one single hallway, with two doors on each side that were marked with bronze A, B, C, and D’s. The floor was covered with an intricately woven rug that depicted some form of spider, with a deep purple thorax and long, black legs. For some reason, it struck Razzy as something important to keep in mind, but she returned to reality with a guiding hand from Baklava. “This will be our room.” The unicorn opened the door marked “D” and motioned for Razzy to enter first.

It was a decently sized room, about twice the size of Razzy’s old apartment. Drapes of deep red and gold ran down the walls and over one window in the corner, as well as behind a large wardrobe in the corner. There wasn’t a proper bed, per say, but an enormous pile of cushions and pillows with richly embroidered colors. It looked very foreign, tantalizingly exotic, and… “Perfect,” Razzy murmured, circling so that she could get a good look of the whole room. It really was. The color scheme, the hanging drapes, the lack of a standard rectangular bed, everything felt so much like Baklava: familiar, sensual, and right. And the unicorn was letting her stay here, until she got other accommodations for herself-

“Or forever,” a voice purred in her ear. Baklava’s arms were free of their silky burden, and her arms were winding around Razzy so that they were pressed against each other. “I would love to have you with me forever more, if you would like?” Those last four words, a little more hesitant but just as husky and alluring, were such a profound yet vulnerable question. Razzy couldn’t think of any other answer beside “of course”, and her wings fluttered minutely against her new roommate’s body, eliciting a gasp from the unicorn.

“Oooh- Razzy, we- we’ll be needed for dinner,” Baklava moaned, almost collapsing on top of the smaller pegasus. Even though she wasn’t a strong flyer, Razzy still had the extra back strength inherent to pegasi, and she took the weight gladly. Baklava’s milky musk filled her senses, and a small knot formed in the base of her belly, warm and insistent. It was such an unusual yet pleasurable feeling; was this what real arousal felt like? It was so new, but...she rather liked it. How would that knot feel once released-

“We should get going,” Baklava insisted, reluctantly picking herself up from Razzy’s back. The beautiful unicorn did look quite disappointed though, but seemed to cheer up significantly with one more hug from Razzy that was eagerly returned. They meshed together again, fur and skin brushing against each other so that both ponies’ nerves tingled pleasurably. “Maybe we can...continue after dinner and the contract signing?”

It didn’t feel natural for the unicorn to be so insecure, and Razzy was quick to reassure her. “Yes, I’d- I would really like that,” she breathed, brushing a kiss over Baklava’s cheek as they finally, unfortunately separated. Razzy would have happily foregone dinner if it meant spending more time getting to know her newest friend a little better, but their stomachs both gave a gurgle at the same time. It was a startling reminder that Razzy had not had a true meal for days, only the little bits of treats that her caregivers had provided her during her sickness.

Both mares laughed at the simultaneous gurgle and began to remove their clothing. Razzy started with her shirt, but just as she began to pull up, there came the soft *snap* of threads and seams around her armpit. “Wha-” she exclaimed, drawing the harsh cotton up over her chest and examining the shirt. It was a plain thing, something that she’d gotten at a rally once. From under the arm and down the side seam was a ragged hole. “I suppose my shirt’s gone through the wash a few more times than necessary,” she mused aloud, folding up the cloth.

“You could ask for Miss Silk to fix it?” Baklava offered from where she’d already stripped down to her underwear and was unhooking her bra. “I’m sure that she would be happy to.”

Razzy had liked the shirt when she’d worn it, but it was a few years old. “No...I think I’ve just outgrown it,” she replied finally, dismissing the t-shirt and moving on to removing her skirt. At least that had no holes in it, besides the one for her tail. “But my nightgown has been feeling a little tight in the chest, and I don’t want to ruin it-”

“You can borrow something of mine!” Half-clothed and giddy with excitement, Baklava rummaged through the wardrobe, her golden tail swishing back and forth as she looked through her own clothes. “I’m always growing and shrinking in my bust, so I’m sure that there’s something that’ll work for you- ah!” Triumphant, the brown unicorn stood up straight again with a beautiful set of lingerie. It looked to mainly consist of a strapless bra with some royal purple silk draped over the front, but it would leave a pony’s midriff exposed. The bikini bottom to match had a sash sewn around the hem that would hang down over her hip.

“It’s perfect,” Razzy gasped, her eyes passing over every detail of the fabric. It looked far more comfortable than a typical fashion lingerie ensemble, which usually relied on stiff lace, sequins, and far too many push up cushions. Before coming to Gossamer's, she might have balked at such a revealing outfit, even though she was hardly a prude. This, though, this looked like something that she could work with to better fit in with the others.

Baklava helped her pegasus friend into the bra, fastening the strap just under her wing joints. It was a perfect fit to Razzy’s body, leaving her shoulders uncovered while shielding most of her modest breasts. She wasn’t going to mind if the others saw; everyone would be on equal footing tonight, revealing themselves like this. Besides, she trusted the other mares to continue being polite and complimentary. She wasn’t going to hide from her own body while the others revelled in who they were.

Fiddling with the cool silk draped over her breasts and nipples, Razzy almost forgot to put on the bottoms until she noticed that Baklava was almost done putting on her own ensemble. The other mare had picked out a similar lingerie set, only in creamy white instead of purple. It had quite a fetching effect, emphasizing the rich gold of her mane and the subtle reddish hue in her coat. The silk hugged close to Baklava’s body, and she seemed to shine in letting a few ponies in the world see her body like this.

“You look quite amazing,” she whispered to Razzy, taking her arm again so that they could head down to the second floor together.

“Not as great as you.” Then again, Razzy would happily be biased in saying that Baklava was the most gorgeous pony she’d ever met, beside Fine Silk. The tailor was in another league entirely, however, so that didn’t really count.

They giggled and pressed against each other, and Razzy felt warm all over in the company of this wonderful pony. They lowered their giggles upon reaching the second floor, where the mannequins had been put away and a small table had been set up. Sun Cake and Moon Cake were finishing with the settings, and Cassatta was wheeling out a tray laden with dishes.

“Don’t you two look nice,” the light green pegasus remarked with a bright smile. She was wearing an apron over a sheer blue negligee that rose up over her tail slightly. The Cake unicorns nodded meaningfully, wearing matching silk bathrobes with plunging necklines that revealed more than a little of their ample bosoms. Razzy blushed at the attention and bashfully murmured her thanks before standing by her chair as the others were doing.

“She’s right,” purred a familiar voice. It was Fine Silk, dressed in a long white nightgown with a slit right down the center of her torso, barely obscuring her breasts and below her navel. Her mane and tail had been let down for the occasion, giving her a sleek and polished look like a model on a runway. “I’m so sorry that I couldn’t come to meet you tonight, my dear,” Fine Silk said lowly, taking Razzy’s hand in between both of her gloves. “I was tending to Choquette. She’s doing a little better, but needs plenty of rest right now.”

“I understand completely, Miss Silk.” Razzy’s whole body felt warm and content, especially between those amazingly soft gloves that Fine Silk always seemed to wear. “You also had the shop to attend to before the employee retreat. My dropping in...I’m sorry that it’s so inconvenient.”

“Don’t fret, Razzy.” One hand came up to caress the mare’s blushing pink cheek. “I heard the news already. What happened to you was just dreadful, so feel free to stay as long as you would like. I trust that Baklava has been accommodating?”

Did the tailor mean to make the last word sound so deliciously scandalous? Regardless, Razzy’s blush intensified, and Baklava gave a slight cough. “More than. She is absolutely wonderful and so generous.” All of those things were true, and it just reaffirmed that Razzle didn’t ever feel the need to lie or sugarcoat a truth to the divine unicorn.

“I cannot wait to hear more about it, after dinner and your contract signing, of course.” The twinkle in Fine Silk’s eyes had Razzy’s knees softening like warm jelly, and that knot was back in her stomach. Maybe the arousal that she’d been feeling earlier was just nerves? If so, why did the nervousness feel so good?

“Let’s all eat,” the lead tailor declared to the table at large, and every other mare (including Razzy) grinned silently and took their seats as one. The Cakes levitated food onto plates and passed them around so that everyone could have a bit of everything. Fresh vegetable pasties, slices of warm honey-apple pie, little dumplings covered in sesame seeds, and, to Razzy’s joy, raspberry delights all made their way around the table.

Baklava used her own magic to pour a bottle of thick, smooth milk from a bottle and into six glasses. “There’s two bottles of milk left, and I would like for everyone to finish this up before we leave,” the baker declared, but with the enthusiasm that the milk was drunk by everyone (except for Fine Silk, who took slow sips), Razzy very much doubted that it would be an issue. The sweet drink ran smoothly down her recovered throat, much like the tonic but without the minty aftertaste. It settled warmly in her belly despite being chilled, and she gratefully accepted another glass from her new roommate.

Idle chatter gan around the table after the first few bites of food were eaten, and most of the attention seemed to be focused on Razzy. “What are you most excited about with working for Miss Silk?” Sun Cake asked after setting down half of her sesame dumpling. Everyone’s eyes were bright with polite interest. It had been so long since the pegasus had truly felt so included in anything.

“Everyone is really friendly and polite, and I’d like to get to know you all better,” Razzy replied, smiling widely. “Also, I’ve never done anything in fashion before, so that will be something interesting, whether I can use my accounting knowledge or not.”

Moon Cake raised a hand to speak next, and Fine Silk gave a silent nod of allowance. “We all came here with different talents,” the light green unicorn murmured in her soft, delicate voice, so similar to her wife’s (when Razzy had deliriously asked if Sun and Moon were sisters, they’d chuckled politely and reassured her that they were not blood related, but bonded in maretrimony). “Sunny was a juggler and I was a Neighjing opera singer. Baklava bakes, and Cassatta, you were…?”

“Oh, I’ve always been a secretary,” the other pegasus at the table added. “But with how action oriented Cloudsdale is, I couldn’t secure a good position up there. I have horrible wing tremors, you see.” She opened her wing, and Razzy was rather surprised to see that the appendages looked rather brittle and shook like leaves on a wind-torn branch. There was no way that Cassatta could have lived in Cloudsdale or any of the smaller cloud-bound towns for long with such weak wings, let alone maintained a long-term career.

“Every talent has a way of being useful in my operations,” Fine Silk explained, and all eyes flicked over to the lead tailor as they commanded her attention. “I want to make sure that everyone has a job that they can enjoyably do. Whether you want to remain in accounting or branch out into something else within the boutique’s operations, I would like to assist you in making your dreamss a reality.”

...damnit, Razzy really didn’t want to cry at dinner! The pegasus sniffed a little and rubbed her eyes to try to stop any oncoming tears. Someone handed her a silk handkerchief, which she gratefully took. She could feel Fine Silk comfortingly pat the area just above her wings with her silk gloves, and her fur and skin warmed pleasantly under the touch. “You’re all...so wonderful,” she managed to gasp to the table at large, even as she was hugged by Baklava and continued to be patted by their boss.

“It’s hardly any trouble, my dear. Please,” the black and white unicorn gestured to the half-full plate of food, “won’t you have some more?”

It was hard to disagree. Razzy’s stomach still grumbled from having gone so long without a hearty meal. She nooded, whispered “yes, Miss Silk,” and picked up a smaller vegetable pasty. The overwhelmed tears in her eyes subsided as she bit into the savory treat, delicious gravy gushing into her mouth.

Soon, the pasty was replaced by a raspberry delight, then another, and all of the assembled ponies fell into a comfortable silence as they finished their plates and continued to pile more on. Gradually, the platters in the center of the table cleared of food, and the mares began to eat slower as they filled up. All of the employees’ bellies were warm and slightly distended from copious amounts of food and drink. They hadn’t spoken much after Razzy’s tears, but no words needed to be said. There were just sighs of contentment and relaxation. Razzy herself almost felt a little more than physically satisfied from all the delicious food that she’d consumed, but it hardly felt like a strain on her body. It was good that every mare besides Fine Silk (who hadn’t eaten too much but still a sizable amount) had worn something a little looser and more exposed to accommodate the feast.

“That was absolutely delicious, ladies,” Fine Silk declared, bringing the others out of their combined stupor enough to pay attention. “I believe we shall disband for the night, to our preferred activities. Miss Delight, won’t you come with me to my office? We can go over your contract there.”

Around the table were delighted choruses of “Yes, Miss Silk,” and the five other mares stood up at the same time. Even with the impending contract signing and all of the day’s major events, Razzy felt much calmer, more sure that this was the path that she needed to take. The new journey forward in her life, with these amazing ponies and more besides, would help her to best succeed. Following some sort of wordless prompt, she linked arms with Fine Silk and made to follow her before looking back to Baklava. Something made her stop in her tracks. What would her new roommate do?

She didn’t have to wait for an answer; Fine Silk turned to the brown unicorn and whispered, “why don’t you go and get yourself prepared, dear?” Underneath a few golden strands of hair, Baklava beamed and dipped her head with a soft “Yes, Miss.” She and Razzy exchanged silent smiles before parting ways, but the light pink pegasus was hardly worried. With Miss Silk or any of her cohorts, Razzy would be safe and happy while doing the best job that she could. Whatever the contracts said wouldn't matter; this was where she was meant to be.

Fine Silk’s office was also located on the second floor, more towards the back. The corridor was dimly lit by a few flickering lamps, and there were pictures of old looms, raw silk cocoons, and ponies in trailing silk garments lining the wall like a particularly cluttered gallery. Razzy couldn’t take in too much as she walked with Fine Silk, but it seemed almost like a journey through the gorgeous unicorn’s career. Perhaps it was a visual culmination of the knowledge of her profession and speciality. However, she felt no real desire to ask, only look. If it were truly important, Fine Silk would have mentioned it.

At the end of the hallway was a heavy oak door that was pulled open by deep purple magic. Fine Silk’s personal office was a little less grand than many other designers might have preferred in such an opulent city, but the paint unicorn continued on her path of deviation with style. All four walls were covered in packed bookcases that looked to be either used or cleaned quite frequently due to a distinct lack of dust. There was only one lit lamp on the corner of Fine Silk’s desk, a wooden chair behind, and a far more comfortable padded armchair at the front. Razzy was quietly guided into the armchair by her new employer, and Fine Silk took her own rickety seat while sweeping her dress out behind her. The slight movement of fabric drew Razzy’s attention immediately. Through her serotonin-addled mind, the rest of the office seemed to blur around her, leaving Fine Silk as the only point of focus.

“Please.” Even now, the unicorn’s voice rang a little louder, yet lower and more sultry at the same time. “Won’t you relax in your seat?”

Of course she would. It wouldn’t do to go into this signing all high-strung and anxious, not that Razzy particularly could wind herself up to such a point right now. “Yes, Miss Silk,” she whispered, leaning back. Unacknowledged by either mare, Razzy’s deep purple skirt hiked up a little to expose more of her thigh, softened by the rapidly absorbed confections.

Fine Silk’s smile grew, and the warm knot in Razzy’s belly tightened pleasurably at making the most important pony in her world visibly happy. Something was pushed across the table to the sleepy pegasus: a pair of stapled documents on clipboards, ‘Contract’ and ‘Contract #2.’ Following some sort of quiet prompt, she reached for ‘Contract’ and pulled it into her lap to rest on her knee, and a quill about the color of her own feathers was guided into her hand.

“Please, won’t you read through the contract and sign it?” Fine Silk asked quietly, a secret conversation shared between just the two of them.

“Yes, Miss Silk.” Pushing through just enough of the contented exhaustion in her foggy mind, Razzy began to read through the bland language of the contract. It seemed pretty standard stuff, just about how her continued employment was at the business’ discretion, how she would follow the appropriate channels to lodge a complaint, and the breakdown of her earnings. Words and numbers were seen, barely processed, and tossed right back out as mostly unimportant. It was one contract out of thousands of examples that she’d seen. She initialed the appropriate paragraphs with ‘RD’, but upon coming to the final signature with her full name, she paused. The date was easy, but the slightly disconnected thoughts in her head couldn’t readily produce the appropriate name. Immediately, her eyes flicked up to Fine Silk for help. The unicorn was still watching her patiently, purple horn aglow.

“Write down ‘Razzle Dazzle’, dear.”

“Yes, Miss Silk.” Of course. That would be a decent name to put down. Razzy attempted a fancy cursive signature before giving up towards the end and finishing with just a simple dash. It was a passable signature that would hold up under any scrutiny, much like her old signatures in the past used to do.

Razzy quietly set the first contract back up on the table. Though Fine Silk’s horn continued to glow, she took the contract with her hand and read through it silently. Razzy waited patiently, hands on her knees. Was it just her, or was her strapless top starting to fall a little? Regardless, it felt like her bosom was trying to pop out.

“Very good, dear,” Fine Silk finally said, setting the first clipboard aside. “Now, won’t you please read through and sign the second contract?”

Razzy could only respond with “yes, Miss Silk” because how could she deny this amazing pony her request when it was so reasonable? Her concerns about the silky top beginning to fall down were quickly forgotten at the order request. Just as she reached over to take the second clipboard, however, a shock of pleasure ran up her spine, causing the pegasus to arch and gasp. Wha- what had happened? Why was one wing extended out to its fullest length, and why couldn’t she draw it back to her? Maybe Fine Silk would know.

The unicorn’s horn continued to glow and her smile hadn’t changed at all when Razzy looked up. Her expression was still one of patient benevolence. “Nothing to worry about, dear,” she murmured kindly. “Just making sure that the threads are all in place. Please, won’t you sit back and read your contract?”

The platitude sunk in deep, along with the command request. “Yes, Miss Silk,” Razzy replied, docile, opening the second packet to read through. This contract was much shorter and easier to digest. It looked to have been done in neat horn writing rather than by hand, and the ink was the deepest purple.

1. The signer consents to being a permanent employee of Fine Silk.
2. The signer consents to living in housing approved of by Fine Silk.
3. The signer consents to eating at least two daily meals that are prepared by other employees of Fine Silk unless otherwise arranged by Fine Silk.
4. The signer consents to wear only clothing provided by Fine Silk unless otherwise arranged.

Those all seemed perfectly reasonable to Razzy, though she didn’t mull them over much. She was just going to be working for and living with her employer. It made sense that the contract would need to go a bit more in depth to reduce liability, but it was nice that her employer had condensed it down. Razzy took the quill and signed at the bottom of the page before moving onto the next one. Before she could begin reading though, a second, less intense wave of pleasure rolled through her spine, cool and refreshing like rainwater without cutting through the warm fog in her head.

“You’re doing well, Razzy,” Fine Silk murmured, almost as if she were whispering directly into the pink mare’s ear. Razzy didn’t need to look up. She trusted that the glorious unicorn was still there in the room, maybe moving around. It wasn’t up for her to decide or monitor her employer’s movements. “Please, won’t you keep reading?”

“Yes, Mistress.” The words fell immediately from Razzy’s lips, but they were quietly enthusiastic and said without much thought behind them. She shuffled a little in the comfortable silk armchair. Her one wing had retracted while the other was now extended of its own will, like measurements were being taken. Her bikini bottom was beginning to squeeze a little tighter, morphing perfectly to her hips and between her legs. None of that mattered, though, as Razzy moved to the second second of the contract.

5. The signer consents to spending her days and nights in the company of employees of Fine Silk as well as with Fine Silk upon request.

6. The signer consents to being observed and assisted by other employees of Fine Silk to ensure the best quality of work is produced.

7. The signer consents to the establishment of a passive telepathic link between herself and Fine Silk.

8. The signer consents to having her unused magic sustainably and painlessly siphoned by Fine Silk, to never be drained by more than twenty-five percent of the signer’s available stores.

Again, to Razzy, the contract’s concessions made sense. Miss Silk wanted for her employees to get along together as well as produce the high-quality products that she would want to exhibit. The telepathic link? Probably as a gentle reminder in case nopony else was able to catch a mistake The pegasus mare’s brain completely glossed over point number 8 in favor of signing her agreement to the second section.

As soon as her quill left the page, Razzy trembled in her seat. The pleasure rushing through her body was unlike anything that she’d ever felt before. It was as if euphoria was coursing through every possible blood vessel in her body, maybe even into the cells. Her wings felt lighter than they ever had before, and- by Celestia, even her mind felt more carefree than ever. It was such a relief, to have the burden of responsibility and decision shifted off of her and to such a capable pony who could manage so much. Fine Silk would take good care of her because that’s what the contract said. Miss Silk had written the contract with Razzy’s best interests in mind.

What felt like delicate fingers brushed down Razzy’s neck and to her collarbone, and she startled a little. “Shhh...just stay still and lie back,” Fine Silk purred from somewhere, and the pink mare immediately complied, resting back in the seat. The nimble digits drifted down, leaving a slight tickle in their wake that was followed up by a rush of pleasure down her body. They came to rest on the purple bra that had shrunk to something hopelessly small, lightly plucking at where the fabric was beginning to reveal Razzy’s areola. The pegasus let out a little noise, a cross between a moan and a whimper, clearly wanting. She hadn’t noticed before, but the clothing that Baklava had so kindly offered was becoming too restrictive.

“Please,” a voice whispered to Razzy, hot breath just barely ruffling the fur in her ears, “won’t you let me remove your bra?”

“Y-yes please, M-miss!” Razzy barely managed, eyes still fixated on the last section of the contract. With a small swish, the bra fell away and allowed Razzy’s breasts to drop, forming perfect teardrop shapes that they’d never managed before. The bra disappeared somewhere so that those sinfully wonderful fingers could trail over her bosom, drawing faintly glowing lines into the skin that disappeared just as quickly as they had appeared.

“Just read and sign this last page,” Fine Silk whispered, “then, you’ll belong to me.”

There was no doubt about it: that was the best idea in the world.

“Yes, Mistress.” Razzy was barely able to keep her voice calm as the fingers continued to brush over her breasts and nipples as if her skin were delicate flower petals. She had to focus on the contract, though, because that was what Miss Silk wanted. Hazy green eyes managed to meet the last page and began to read.

9. The signer has the right to refuse the advances of Fine Silk or her employees at any time.
10. The signer has the right to contact her family if she so chooses.
11. The signer consents to take on a new name in the presence of Fine Silk and employees.
12. The signer has the right to say no to any advances or gestures, but she must obey all business instructions from Fine Silk.
13. If questioned by anyone besides Fine Silk, the signer agrees to deny the existence of this contract. The signer will admit that the general contract is the only one that she signed.

With the quill made from her own feather, Razzy wrote on the last signature line without any of the hesitation that she’d had on the first contract. As soon as ‘Raspberry Delight’ dried on the page, a purple flame consumed the contract, leaving nothing behind to suggest that it had ever existed.

“Very good, Raspberry Delight,” Fine Silk whispered from directly behind the mare, and her bare hands curled over Razzy’s hips. Razzy pressed back into her lovely, loving Mistress so that her feathers could press against the unicorn’s chest, just how Baklava liked. A husky chuckle was the reward for her efforts, and Raspberry’s wings seemed to warm up with pleasure and just a little bit of pride at making the most important pony happy with her.

A surprisingly strong arm curled around her belly while Miss Silk’s other hand began to trail down towards the space between her legs. “You’re so good, Raspberry Delight,” the unicorn whispered, her horn still faintly aglow with that rich purple magic working somewhere. “Please, won’t you be mine forever?”

“Yes,” Raspberry gasped, involuntarily arching as those gentle, thin finger moved closer and closer to her searing hot pussy. “Please, Mistress, I’m yours! I promise, only yours!” Her legs trembled from where they straddled Fine Silk’s bare thighs. The silk bikini was pressed so tightly against her body that it felt sculpted to her slit and clitoris. Oh, it would feel so good to be blessed with the unicorn’s touch to her most sacred area! The anticipation was sending the pegasus into freefall towards ultimate, unending pleasure, and she could do nothing to save herself.

The tailor’s skilled fingers dipped lower and lower, agonizingly slow but lighting up every nerve in Raspberry’s body. Her wings flared out and twitched weakly in invisible bonds that caressed every feather and joint. “Truly beautiful,” Fine Silk whispered, stilling her fingers just shy of her new employee’s apex, put into fine relief by her tightened clothing. The arm around the pegasus’ belly unhooked and trailed up to one breast, barely brushing the underside and causing her to warble in delight.

Around the two ponies in the armchair, the light in the room because steadily more purple and brightly lit by magic on the ceiling, in conjunction with the heightening pleasure in Raspberry’s wings and spine. The pegasus couldn’t pull her focus away from Fine Silk, however, nor the tailor’s magic fingers and supple lips that brushed against her neck so sweetly.

“Now, Razzy.” Immediately, all of her attention (what little she could muster) was on Fine Silk’s rich voice in her ear and her mind at the same time. “I have just a few more tweaks to make to you. Please, won’t you cum for me?” As the question was asked, there was a brief caress of pointed fingers along Raspberry’s petal-soft lips, pressing the silk even further into her skin.

The pegasus couldn’t even muster up an affirmation. She let out a melodic scream of sheer pleasure as her whole body stiffened. Energy raced through her arching spine and through her stiffened wings as moisture from her shivering quim bled into the panties. Green eyes widened and Raspberry’s vision flashed brilliant purple, then blindingly white-

There was a new pair of arms around Razzy as she floated on her back, not really seeing anything but comforted in knowing that there were others around her. Something soft was obscuring her eyes, a blindfold of some sort. It was probably definitely there to keep her calm, not unlike a falconer with their birds.

There was a new creamy scent in the air, warm and enticing and familiar. Raspberry could feel Baklava’s hands around the middle of her back now, brushing just under her wings. The pegasus’ face brushed up against skin and flesh that was impossibly soft and completely infused with the the brown unicorn’s unique, milky musk.

“You’re a good match for each other, aren’t you?” It was Fine Silk, pressing into Raspberry’s back. Raspberry tried to shift back a little into the tailor’s well-sculpted body, but it felt a little like she was tied down with tiny threads. She was hardly uncomfortable; in fact, between the two lovely ponies, she was assuredly safe.

“She is amazing, Mistress,” Baklava sighed from somewhere just above Raspberry’s head. “So sweet and intelligent and loving…” Capable hands kneaded into Raspberry’s neck, and the pale pink pony let out a small mewl and tried to look up at Baklava. “No, no, Razzy, please stay still,” the baker whispered. “Just relax and let us take care of you, alright?”

It was so hard to formulate words, but Raspberry Delight vaguely herself murmur something agreeable and nuzzled into those amazing, pillowy breasts. She didn’t even have to move, let alone think of a request; Baklava slid down a little and gently rested Razzy’s head a little more comfortably her cleavage, enveloping her in the soothing scent. Something quite small and firm, a little nub, brushed against Razzy’s cheek as her coworker herdmate moved. Razzy latched onto the nub immediately with gentle lips, unprompted yet instinctive, sucking slightly. Almost no effort was required for a small stream of delicious, creamy liquid to begin flowing down her throat. It was so heavenly and the exact same flavor as the cream used in the pastries that Baklava had made for everyone. Soon, the pegasus was suckling with abandon.

Quiet chuckles did nothing to dissuade her nursing; in fact, they encouraged Razzy to nuzzle Baklava’s breast just a little while she continued to suck. “A natural, is she not?” Fine Silk whispered nearby, fingers trailing between her newest employee’s own breasts and just brushing past the growing, softening masses. Silent between them except for the occasional quiet pop of air from her lips, Razzy lurched and shifted to feel more of the tailor’s divine fingers. Her whole body radiated pleasure, and it was only continuing to grow. Would this ecstasy have a limit? In the parts of her mind consumed with pleasing her bedmates and accepting their pleasure in turn, she hoped that there would be no end or limit to this bliss.

Razzy’s release came much sooner than she expected as her legs shuddered, thighs rippling around the hand that was still caressing her carefully. The pegasus twitched weakly in the two unicorns’ embrace, mewling quietly into Baklava’s succulent bosom as her pleasure became very evident. She didn’t resist, though; there was no need and no desire to. These two ponies were taking such good care of her, amplifying all of her pleasures in ways that Razzy could never have done on her own or with anypony else. She wanted to surrender to Fine Silk and to be with Baklava, just like this, over and over if she could. Suckle on breastmilk, be fondled and petted and groped, commanded to eat out another’s sex, it didn’t matter. Raspberry Delight happily belonged to the most beautiful and amazing unicorns in the world~!

“Oh?” Fine Silk murmured into Razzy’s ear, catching her attention as she suckled. “Is that what you want, my little delight?” Those magically talented fingers didn’t pull away from Razzy’s heated, wet pussy, and her thumb circled over the exposed nub. Razzy’s attempts at moans were swallowed up completely by the delicious, milk-covered nipple in her mouth that she couldn’t stop suckling. A surprisingly strong arm curled around the pegasus’ middle, pulling her back just enough so that Fine Silk’s voice was in her ear and echoing in her mind once more. “Please, Raspberry Delight, won’t you be mine?”

She would, she would without any sort of hesitation! Raspberry wanted to belong to Mistress Silk and nobody else. She wanted to worship Fine Silk through day and night, she wanted to be used however Fine Silk desired. Most of all, though, Raspberry wanted to remain by Fine Silk’s side, in her good graces, for the rest of her life. She wanted that so much, more than anything in the entire world.

“Please,” the alabaster unicorn behind Razzy began plaintively, and it almost sounded like it was begging. “Won’t you cum for me, Raspberry Delight, and be mine forever?”

Raspberry Delight didn’t just cum at the command. Her whole being, body and mind and soul, quivered before opening up like a flower for Fine Silk, rich in viscous fluid and completely accepting of anything that the unicorn wanted. Behind her closed eyelids, stars exploded as she succumbed to pleasure, and a fresh burst of milk down her throat only added to the sensation. Everything felt so much clearer to Raspberry Delight, about her place in life and her purpose and who she was meant to be.

Raspberry Delight, once Razzle Dazzle, was meant to belong only to Fine Silk, and nothing in the world could ever get in the way of that. Even as the pleasure continued, insistent and unceasing as she was nestled between the two unicorns, she had nothing to fear. With Fine Silk and Baklava and everyone else in their herd, everything would be just fine.