Author's Note

Warning: This chapter contains futa, a bit of non-consensual sex, attempted self-harm/suicide.

The Mare Who Sold The World

A distraught Starlight Glimmer raced from the caravan, back into the Everfree Forest, and trotted all the way back to Ponyville. She made short-burst teleports on occasion, but feared she would drain herself if she exerted too much energy, and that's the last thing she wanted, her loins still afire after all she'd seen and done today.

However she did made a long-range blink once she reached Ponyville's entrance, straight into Sunburst's temporary residence, afraid the denizens would notice how wet and bothered she was. He'd settled into a room in the Castle of Friendship in order to help with their research. Wizards had been summoned from all over Equestria in secret to aid in such affairs, but they still dared not share their concerns openly lest they send the populace into a panic. To her disappointment he wasn't currently in.

She rushed into the library and hoped few ponies would be there like always. Carefully she evaded the mages that milled about, waved when necessary with an awkward smile, thankful that most took little notice of her. Luckily she stumbled upon Sunburst who was wrapped up in his studies at a table in one corner.

She tried and failed to keep her voice down. "Sunburst! I need you...now!"

"H-hey Starlight." He looked around awkwardly at all the customers who glared at them. "What's the rush," he said lowering his voice to a whisper. "Why-whoa!"

She'd taken hold of his hooves and teleported them onto his bed. He gulped and sweated as she hovered over him, pinning him into place with an impatient look. "I mean it. Exactly what I said. I've tried to drop hints but you're obviously too thick for that."

He decided to play dumb and looked away. "I-I don't follow."

She flashed her teeth at him. "I want you to rut me you stupid idiot! There! You made me spell it out! The Princesses want all the most powerful stallions and mares to breed, and your mother wants you to father a foal, so we'll all win in the process!"

He trembled and tried to squirm out of her hooves. "I-it's not that you're not cute, but I'm not ready to be a father! I mean, we haven't even been on a date yet!"

"What, do you need me to explain how the mechanics of sex work too? A beautiful mare throws herself at you and you turn her down? You're not into stallions, are you?"

"No," he protested a bit too quickly and fiercely. "Um...maybe a tad," he admitted. "But I definitely prefer mares on the whole. It's only...they intimidate me. You intimidate me."

"Really?!" She took a deep breathe and released his limbs. "Okay, I understand. I did basically run a cult, became a tyrant who took over a town, and was so powerful I tore apart time and space...not to mention all those cutie marks I stole. Yeah, I can be pretty scary sometimes, I suppose. I'm simply used to taking whatever I want."

"That's your problem. I don't like to be rushed. You're important to me, but I'm not sure we really have that much in common." Despite his protests her breasts accidentally brushed over his stallionhood, and he blushed as it started to rise in response.

She took his member in one hoof. "See? That's a reaction, isn't it?" He shuddered when she started to stroke it. "Just relax and let me stick it in. I'll do all the work!"

"S-stop!" She frowned but did as he asked. There was a time when she may have simply took control of his mind, made him do what she wanted, but she realized that was unacceptable now. Even so she couldn't help but feel horny and deflated.

She awkwardly rose and headed to the door with her snout lowered. That's when she bumped into Trixie who cleared her throat. "Well now, it looks like the lovebirds could use a little help from Trixie. Neither of you will walk away satisfied at this rate!"

Starlight blinked out and reappeared next to the stallion. "I don't know," she muttered, hooves wrapped around him possessively. Not sure I want to share him, especially when it's our first time..."

"That's okay. We can share you instead," said Trixie with a sly wink.

Sunburst swallowed. "Don't I get a vote?"

Trixie beamed wickedly as she sidled over to him. "Maybe when you've earned it." She traced his barrel with a hoof and he shivered. "Oh, Trixie understands why a control freak like you is so into this wimp. He's pretty much a toy to wrap around your hoof!"

Starlight defensively replied, "We've been friends since we were foals! You wouldn't understand the special bond we share!" She undid his cloak and set it aside. She whistled happily and practically smothered him in an almost motherly way.

"Trixie's been around the block a number of times. She knows mares like it whenever a stallion takes charge and puts them in their place!" She smacked Starlight's backside and she practically hissed at her as she rubbed the crimson spank mark.

"That's sexist, Trixie. Not all mares are like that." She did admittedly wish Sunburst would be a little more forward, but she loved him anyhow despite his meekness. Her snout met his own as she slowly leaned in to a kiss. He soon surrendered to her lips.

She took it slow. Savored his taste, the brush of his chin hairs. She'd dreamed about this so many times, flirted with flutter of her lashes, or a sway of her foal-bearing hips, even daringly swished her tail in such a way that he had a full view of everything below; but he'd either been too dense to take a hint, or worse deliberately spurned her advances.

He started to remove his glasses but she snatched his hoof. "Leave them on!" With a timid nod he allowed himself to be pushed onto his back as she straddled him. His partially bent mast started to rise to fullness, until his stallionhood rested upon her slit. Her marehood contracted and watered excessively as she resisted the urge to take his entirety into her on the spot. She'd waited all these years for this; she could afford to be patient now.

"Trixie's seen much thicker...but he'll do!"

"Shut up Trixie," she wheezed impatiently, wishing she could skip the foreplay and hop right in. Unfortunately she doubted he'd last long on his first go. She decided to forego her own needs for the moment, and tended to him instead, her maw wrapping around his penis.

Not that she really minded that much. In fact she liked to please him, to know she was needed, and to see him writhe in pleasure that was plastered over his face. She suppressed a titter at his silly expressions and stared into his eyes seductively.

"Oh...oh Starlight!" He tentatively raised a trembling hoof to her dome, paused before he touched her, afraid she wouldn't like it. She simply nodded once, and he placed his hoof down, directing her casually to take him deeper into her snout. She drew back from his flare tip for a moment, spit upon it, traced a tongue thick with saliva to trace his veins.

Trixie's cape rustled once she removed it and her wide hat. "Not bad. You're a natural. Trixie would think you've done this before!" She punched the witch in the ribs.

Starlight huffed as she popped back free of his dick, lips and his meat connected by a string of spit and precum. "I've...practiced with a banana lots of times," she admitted with a thick flush. "Wanted to make sure I was ready when this day finally came."

She lowered her head once more, took him even deeper, far as she could, until his cock was stuffed down her throat. She suckled the base and suddenly felt a salty load blast the insides of her mouth only to be washed down. "Aaaahhhh," he cried as she swallowed his slimy seed. Smaller spurts blasted her tongue as she drained out every last drop.

"That was fast," teased Trixie.

"I...I need a moment to recover, then I'll be ready for more."

Trixie sucked upon her ears which twitched at her touch, wrapped hooves around her waist as she peppered in neck in playful pecks. "Don't worry," she murmured with half-lidded eyes. "Trixie will have your fat cock ready to sink into her needy cunt in no time!"

Starlight blushed even brighter at such vulgar language, which somehow seemed more perverse than the actual act. She liked to think this was a special moment; however it proved a reminder that it was ultimately flesh-on-flesh. They would rut like animals.

She felt something thick press upon her flanks which parted slightly under its touch. "T-Trixie?!" The thickness prodded experimentally at her ponut. "W-wait, I want to save that hole for him, too!" She shuddered and flushed even harder and moaned low as the witch lifted her up by the hips and sunk a thick cock which put Sunburst's to shame in.

"T-this is weird," whimpered Starlight whose eyes started to cross from unexpected bliss as she struggled not to let her tongue loll stupidly from her snout. Foal-like mewls escaped her as she closed teary eyes in shame. She couldn't believe Trixie had taken her virginity, and started with her asshole at that! She would have been furious, but it felt so wonderful each time she was lifted up-and-down her dick. "W-where did you learn a spell like that?!"

Trixie bit her hard on the nape of the neck which made her instantly submit. She'd certainly endured that a countless number of times when she invited stallions into her wagon for some extra bits; they loved to roughhouse with her and she was all too happy to oblige. "You like that, huh?! You want the Great and Powerful Dick to blow its load up your ass!"

"N-no," she answered in confusion. "I like my stallions to be stallions and my mares to be mares! This is too b-bizarre!" Worse still Sunburst had started to jerk off furiously at the sight, and her vagina winked in response, painting his abdomen in her clear juices. She lamented the fact that he couldn't take her anal virginity as well. Or that in a sense he wouldn't be her first. Fooling around with a mare didn't count in her eyes. But actually taking a cock even if it somehow belonged to a mare? Totally different story in her book!

"P-please...I don't want Trixie to be the first one to cum inside me! Put it in!" She spread her legs wide and he sunk into her folds with a grunt. Between the anal massage, and finally having the love of her life fill her love tunnel, she came on the spot with a shrill scream, so loud there was no doubt anypony that happened to be in the hallways heard her.

She wrapped all her limbs around him, locked snouts with her love, her holes contracting hard around the lengths that hammered into her. Trixie played with Starlight's teats, while he groped her plush purple buttocks, as his loins stirred. "I'm...I'm about to...!"

"Together now," urged Trixie whose horn lit up as she used her telekinesis to punch and pull her own nipples as hard and far as she could. The pair groaned as they ejaculated into Starlight, who in turn squirted some more, mind completely dulled by the experience as her eyes rolled into her head and her tongue lolled out stupefied. She was thankful no other ponies could see her reduced to such a silly and vulnerable state.

She went limp between her two closest friends and nuzzled his chest. While it hadn't played out quite like she'd expected, she was pretty satisfied anyhow. She'd finally made a real stallion out of him. Would she carry his foal soon? Well, it was what the Princesses wanted, after all. She hoped their offspring would prove quite the talent indeed.

*****

Hours later Trixie returned to the hidden laboratory situated so far below the Crystal Empire that it touched the layer above Tartarus. Ever since her mistress had broken her, she was little more than a fleshy vessel, open to all her suggestions. What remained of her former personality was a twisted caricature that often exaggerated her worst extremes. Not that she had the heart anymore to mind what had happened to her.

Trots echoed across the stonework once she winded her way into the hidden passages of the labyrinth that enabled her to cross into the dungeon. A cold wind whistled through the dank tunnels that dripped filthy water. She pressed a hidden block, and the heavy wall rotated, which allowed her inside. She took in the rusted torture instruments, the lab equipment and occult items, and most of all the other victims. In particularly she savored her bandmates from another world, the broodmares chained up as they slumbered.

Twilight leafed through the Necronomicon which rested atop a dusty table, deep shadows falling across her filthy lab coat, the torchlight making her thick glasses appear to shine. At her sides stood the twin maids Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse, who she'd captured in secret, and used a spell from the book to transform them both into succubi. On the surface her new slaves appeared no different, able to shift between pony and demonic forms at will.

"Welcome home, Trixie. I take it you enjoyed yourself?" The witch beamed and prostrated herself before the mad scientist. "Excellent. You've done well." She tilted her head towards Twilight Sparkle's preserved body which was propped up on a wall.

"Will you really use necromancy to revive her as your slave?"

Twilight continued to turn the tattered pages. "Perhaps," she mused, bored of chatting with mere servants. Once their wills were completely broken it robbed a lot of the fun. She missed the way they begged and resisted to no avail. She decided to try another experiment; there was little chance this haughty mare would prove a threat to her.

She waved a hoof dismissively and willed that her slave's consciousness be returned to her. Alien words lit up within the Necronomicon as it answered her unspoken command.

Trixie swayed unsteadily on her hooves. The weight of all she'd done while under the control of her mistress hit her all at once. She covered her head and sunk to the floor, weeping and wailing with a gnash of her teeth. "Twilight, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

She looked upon the mare she'd been forced to murder and vomited. her already fragile psyche couldn't bear anymore. She used psychokinesis to seize a scalpel from the lab coat, flipped it so the thin blade pointed towards her, and hurled it like an arrow at her throat. A glow from Twilight's horn enveloped the instruments and stopped it right before it could pierce her throat. A tiny trickle of blood fell from where the tip pierced her.

She put her hooves around the tool, attempted to press the piece of metal into her throat, but the twins seized her by the hooves and pulled her away. They held her down while she blubbered and thrashed on the cool floor. "Let me die! Trixie wants to die!"

Twilight shook her head with a lazy smile. She could break her toy all over again. "No. Certainly not now. Maybe never. You're no real threat to my operation. even so, you must be punished." More scrawls in the Necronomicon shimmered and cast a crimson pall.

Trixie writhed and held her nethers as her loins started to quake with such intensity she really thought she would die. Her pastel pink marehood winked and widened to fullness, and her marecum erupted over the maids, who opened their mouths and showered in her emissions. "S-stop," she whined amidst multiple orgasms. "I'll dehydrate!"

"I thought that you wanted to die," stated Twilight. "You should be happy. The blood of your old nemesis is on your hooves. You've helped doom Equestria. You're a traitor."

"No! I-I tried to stop you! Tried to r-resist you!" It was difficult to form a coherent sentence amidst the flood of nonstop stimulation that tickled her pleasure centers. The lovely twins loomed above her, smiled maliciously upon her. She shuddered and pleaded for this to stop. Her mistress only relented when she sensed Trixie hovered at the breaking point. She laid in a wreck and heaved as her mind momentarily went mercifully blank.

Once she was able to form another thought, she pondered whether it would be brave to end it all now, or a final shameful act of cowardice? She told herself it wasn't her responsibility, that none of this was truly her fault. With her dead at least this monster would have one less tool at her disposable. Not that it would make much difference.

No. She needed to live. She smiled to console herself. The Princesses could still set all this right, couldn't they? Perhaps an opportunity would prevent itself...eventually. She had her will back, at least. While she survived there was still a chance.