Ganger: The Last Man, with a few Mares

“That voice” Ganger cried, the owner coming into view trotting over the crest of the hill. He flinched readying his legs for a getaway, just before all of his limbs gave way, leaving Ganger lying on the grass in a half unconscious half drunk mind fucked stare.
As the world around him slowly became darker and darker he over heard the white unicorns words to the girls.
"Why thank you ever so much into helping me plan this daaarrrlings, why Dash where ever in Equestria would you ever get roofies that strong." as she waved a hoof at the now incapacitated Ganger lying on the ground in his own stupor and drool.
Pinkie blurted out "Silly Rarity, they should be called floories cause that’s where they end up, or beddies in Dashies and my case."
Pinkie and Dash stared at each other before blushing a scarlet red while letting out a giggle together.
"Where ever you got them from, thank you, but i must commend Pinkie Pies skill in baking the right amount in for the timed effect, but how ever can i repay you."
Dash and Pinkie let out a sly grin as the glanced at each other, Dash speaking first "Wellllll, you could let us watch!"
"Yeah, please please please" shouted Pinkie with a grin so wide it was threatening to split her head in two.
Rarity cooed in a sultry voice "Why of course you can daarlings, you might even get to join in on the fun tooo." and with that, the white unicorns warm enveloping magic surrounded and lifted Ganger as she, Pinkie and Dash head towards Rarity's boutique in Ponyville.
Just before they left, Rarity piped up “You’ll take good care of Fluttershy now, *Big* Mac”
A resounding “Eeeyupp.” was all that was heard.
Fluttershy had passed out at the commotion of ganger passing out.

Ganger slipped in and out of consciousness a few times during the trip. The strongest memory he had was Dash hovering along side Pinkie and Rarity, attempting to wave her forehooves around in an attempt to describe something; then giggling while thrusting her pelvis on the air which elicited a laugh from all the girls.
Finally the mares and the incapacitated man reached the boutique after getting some raised eyebrow looks from the other citizens of Ponyville in the streets. As they got closer to the store Rarity magic’d the door wide open and flipped the sign to closed. Promptly shutting and locking it in the same manner after they all passed through.
Without a word Pinkie and Dash followed Rarity and the floating Ganger up the stairs into Rarity's "private" quarters. Once inside the room it was apparent that the white unicorn like to surround herself in luxury as the room was filled with a giant fluffy bed fit for a princess, covered in deep royal purple and pink colored pillows. Rarity levitated Ganger over to the centre of the room and began slowly removing the one of a kind prototype clothes she had whisked together for Ganger on his arrival and neatly folded them up and placed them in a pile in the corner.

The three mares gasped simultaneously, apparently eating the magical dragon meat not only gave him super strength, agility and reflexes but changed some "other" body parts as well. "Well girls, this afternoon just got sooooo much better." Rarity cooed. She lifted Ganger over to the bed in between where Pinkie and Dash were laying, sitting him up against the wall, propping him up with a few expertly placed cushions. The next four and a half hours dragged by with 4 blurry images burned into Gangers mind each time he woke up, then promptly passing out again at the sight.

The first image he will never forget, Rarity walking behind her dressing divider and coming out on her back legs in what appeared to be a red lacy corset and a multi headed leather whip. As seductively as a quadruped walking like a biped can, she turned around and shouted in her haughtiest voice "You may call me mistress, or mistress rarity and with that the darkness finally took a hold of his consciousness.

Ganger felt a warm wet and encompassing feeling in his lap with a soft furry, bone crushing grip around his waist, he opened his eyes to a blurry scene of the white unicorn pressed tightly against his chest while she furiously licked and nuzzled under his chin while running her forehooves up and down the side of his body. Ganger passed out at the second set of images and senses burned into his brain.

Ganger re-awoke the third time, still in his incapacitated stupor, with the same warm wet encompassing feeling in his lap as before, but his vision blocked by the stiffened unfurled wings of a certain blue Pegasus in his face. Trying to scream something as the roofies coursed through his lymphatic and nervous system, only to come out as a slight throat gurgle as he slipped back into unconsciousness.

The forth time he awoke, no sounds, no muscle flinches he just instantly passed out at the sight of the top of a very fluffy pink mane bobbing up and down in his lap. His brain silently registering the black maned gold furred pony staring through the window on the other side of the room with her mouth and eyes wide open in shock and pleasure.

He finally awoke, this time he stayed awake, his body's magically enhanced metabolism system finally had removed the roofies from his system. He looked around, the 3 mares smiling at him laying on the end of the luxurious bed side by side. He leaped out of the bed and winced at the fiery pain that coursed coursed throughout his arse cheek. Rarity called out “Whats the matter dear, you did great.” He ran over to the full length mirror not even caring he was nude in front if the three intently staring mares anymore, no, not after what they had done to him, or what he had remembered that they done to him. In the mirror the source of the pain was revealed to be 3 sets of initials, carved into his arse. A fancy R, a hastily scratched RBD and a neat PP in the shape of balloons with strings attached. Ganger hastily dressed and burst out the from of the boutique holding his arse cheek in pain and limping back towards the library tree house.

He arrived at the tree house where he had been staying with the purple unicorn, flinging the door open and slamming it shut behind him.
Twilight asked "How was your day in ponyville" with a curious look on her face.
"I don’t wanna talk about it."
"But."
"NO!" as he shot twilight a glare sharper than his rape sword as he slowly limped up the stairs towards the bedroom.