Despite some initial reservations, Lyra decided to explore the club on her own. Sure, she blushed at the stallions and mares openly fucking in some places, and on occasion hooves would wander over her bum or smack it, but she simply shook them away with a boisterous laugh, trying to go with the flow. At least it was a reminder she was cute! Okay, and maybe she was just a little tipsy after downing so many sweet drinks. Low in alcoholic content, but she'd downed quite a few of them over time.

She saw a few mares dancing on the table, and decided to do the same, shaking her hips and rump in an enticing manner with a grin, not caring if she looked like a complete fool. But from all the whistles her audience was apparently receptive! She hiccuped, her face scrunched in a silly manner, and her eyes half-lidded, teasingly using her dock to lift her tail, which she shook about. She rarely displayed herself in such a lewd manner, and when she did it was only for Bon Bon!

Her eyes turned to saucers. “Fleur de Lis?!” Unlike Bon Bon she had no idea the unicorn was a special agent in Celesia's service, and was shocked to see somepony so classy and alluring in this dive. What surprised her even more was when the mare approached, lit up her horn to envelope a mug in her aura, and sensually dumped the contents over Lyra's bottom. “Ooh, that tickles!” She giggled as the beer soaked into her fur, and Fleur planted dainty pecks on her buttcheeks, licking in circles around the soft flesh. “I, uh, I'm kinda taken by Bon Bon...” But she couldn't deny how incredibly skilled she was with her tongue!

Fleur suddenly hopped up on the table which shook, draped herself upon Lyra as if she could mount her like a stallion, and nibbled hard on her ears which twitched. “Uh...er...oh...” She drooled a little. “W-we can't,” she whined despite how wet she'd started to get, small trickles racing down her stained loins. Forehooves encircled her breasts, rolling them about. “F-fuck!”

Perhaps it was simply being in the moment, the atmosphere of the place, so many watching her, but she sealed her eyes tight and howled, her horn sparking a little and a small gush escaping her snatch as she came. Her nethers burned as electricity seemed to shoot throughout her frame. She panted as her marehood winked repeatedly, her clit swollen and dripping with clear ooze.

Fleur suddenly tossed her onto her back and crawled atop her. “Huh?!” Lyra's eyes rolled in her head, her surroundings swaying as delirium overtook her, a combination of drunkeness and fatigue from her afterglow consuming her. “S-sorry Bonnie,” she murmured having had no intention of cheating on her. She was helpless to resist when the model's snout pressed to her own, tongue pushing into her mouth, exploring her in a surprisingly aggressive manner. Not what she'd expect from her!

She didn't notice the tiny pill forced down her gullet. It melted easily once it reached her belly, and took effect almost instantly, her face burning redhot. “B...Bonnie Bon...I-I love you,” she whispered with tears slowly dripping down her cheeks as her personality died away. She wanted to share this happiness with Bon Bon. She worked so hard! Put up with so much stress! She never wanted her to feel like that again! No, she'd finally make her happy, and they could live freely!

Another pill was passed to her. Fleur had received several once she met up with Pacific Glow who ate them like they were candy. The raveslut had found stallions were ready to shower her with gifts like these every time she spread her legs!

Lyra desperately wanted to let all the stallions nearby rut her senseless, but she couldn't just forsake her marefriend! She needed to share this new joy! She slid out from Fleur, hopped down, and cheerfully hurried off to find the one she loved most! More hooves molested her the entire trip, but this time she didn't mind, even pressing into their hooves. She couldn't wait!

*****

A short time later Bon Bon reawakened, cum still drenching her abused asshole. She tossed the strap on aside and stumbled back to her hooves. Her head throbbed. She walked past the line and back into the club proper. Her ears pinned back from the screeching music. She hated this place with all her heart, wanted to burn it down, but she took a deep breath to squash her anger. She weighed her options now that she'd confirmed Octavia and Vinyl Scratch were likely total losses.

Supposedly Big Mac and Shining Armor were somewhere here too, but she hadn't seen a trace of them. She pulled a lighter from a satchel she'd left at the bar, flicked it until a flame sprung to life, then lit a cigarette and took a long drag. It was a filthy habit, one Lyra often begged her to kick...but the lifestyle of a special agent was rather stressful. Whenever she was in places like Ponyville she had to play the innocent, but irritation often showed through anyhow, making a rather scathing attitude come out.

At least Lyra kept her in balance most of the time, and she in turn kept her lover from acting too impulsively. That cheery and trusting attitude often got her in over her head. Better get back to her. She made the rounds about the bar, seeing the typical revelers, drinking and screwing the night away, but no sign of her marefriend. The restroom? She prayed so and headed there.

The bathroom was lined in all kinds of lewd writings and some drawings, not to mention a number of glory holes, some which were currently in use by a few mares and the mystery stallions on the other side. Celestia, did these ponies think about anything other than sex?! She rapped on each stall, pushing a few open. “Lyra? It's Bon Bon! Where in Tartarus are you?”

Banging could be heard from one of them, and after thinking it over a few seconds, she threw the door open with a sneer. What greeted her was Fleur de Lis, sandwiched between Big Mac and Shining Armor, who were busy double-teaming the unicorn. Her mane was messy as she looked back with sultry, half-lidded eyes and a playful pout, taking turns kissing both stallions, whose faces contorted in a savage manner while they grunted and railed her. Asscheeks jiggled with wet slaps and small spurts splashed from her flower with each balls deep push that rocked her entire slender yet curvaceous physique.

“No...” She realized her fellow agent must have somehow fallen to the drug. There was no coming back from it. Even if she could somehow restore her from this state, she'd probably have the mind of a smaller filly afterward, and would have to be rebuilt from scratch. Fleur as she knew her was effectively dead. In her place remained a broken down whore.

Fleur whinnied in a most unlady-like manner, eyes rolling back, and tongue falling stupidly from her maw, as they bottomed out at the same time and blew their thick, virile loads into her sexholes. Shining seized one of her buttcheeks and her throat as he came, while Mac grabbed a tit and her mane, ropes of dense cum continually splattering her slippery canals.

Bon Bon broke into a gallop, unable to look upon her comrade's fate anymore. Sure, they'd never been close, had barely even spoken to be honest, but they respected each other as fellow servants of Celestia's noble cause. She ran blind at first, then raced up a stairway, deciding her marefriend might be there, and she needed to find her fast as possible! By this point she'd finished her smoke, tossed the butt, and stamped it out. Her heart thudded as she crept closer to her destination.

A light flickered in the bleak hall. Her hooves creaked on wooden floorboards that threatened to snap with each careless step. Planting her forehooves firmly, her backhooves kicked open a door which nearly tore from its hinges, and she raced into the tiny room. Her bosom heaved as she spotted a bundle in a bed. She cast the blankets aside and spotted...pillows?

She spun and came face-to-face with Lyra. A perverse smile lit her marefriend's usual cheery features. “Lyra? No!” She absolutely refused to believe it. “Lyra Heartstrings! It's me! Bonnie! Can't you understand me?” All she got in return was a giggle. Bon Bon's eyes watered. “Oh Celestia no...” She wrapped her forehooves around her marefriend and wept.

Lyra titled her head to one side, curious about what was wrong, then realization dawned on the unicorn. Her friend was so stressed out and couldn't understand how happy she was now. But she'd fix that soon enough! She playfully tackled her lover to the bed, nestling between her spread limbs as she pinned Bonnie there, and mischievously licked her cheek.

Strained, choked sobs escaped Bon Bon's throat. The mare she loved more than anything was pretty much no more. All that remained was this hollow mockery. Lyra beamed wide, exposing the tiny pill between her teeth, which she revealed like it was a present. Bon Bon easily could've used her training to throw her off and subdue her. But why bother? What really mattered was being together with the one she loved more than anything. “I-I'm sorry, Celestia. I failed you...”

Lyra mashed their snouts in a sensuous kiss, and she didn't resist her, even as the pill was forced down her gullet by her love's tongue. Tears dripped down her cheeks as she gulped. “You're the world to me, Lyra. You always will be. Now, I'll never have to leave you again. Never...” Her lips twisted into a bittersweet smile while she locked her limbs around her and leaned into her kiss. It felt so good to just let go and finally rest. No more jobs, money, rent, responsibility...just let somepony else take care of them. The stallions would be more than happy to take care of them in return for a piece of their asses.

There never was a grand conspiracy. Just a drug that had accidentally been discovered by mixing several when Pacific Glow was desperate for a new level of high. She'd fried her brain and burned herself out, but she still remembered the formula for the concoction even after she'd broken her psyche, and passed it on to others who would made her more in return for a piece of her.

The warehouse with its magic-neutralizing aura was set up in case of a raid from authorities, as all kinds of illicit deals were constantly underway here, mostly contraband and other black market material. Most of the stallions here weren't even aware anypony here had their psyches shattered; to the patrons Pacific Glow, Octavia, and Vinyl Scratch were just cheerfully slutty mares, while Big Mac and Shining Armor were simply another pair of horny, albeit eccentric stallions who fucked harder than anypony! Recently Fleur de Lis had joined their ranks, while Lyra and Bon Bon would soon follow.

Author's Note

Sorry if this one's a tad short, but I didn't want to leave my readers hanging too long if I could help it!