With a remote in paw, Discord reclined on a floating couch in his otherworldly dimension, a vast endless swirl of colors that would have blinded normal eyes after a time. From here he could peer into other parallel realities at his leisure. “Hmmm, how to entertain myself today?” He stroked his beard. “Well, the possibilities are certainly endless!” With a click of a button windows into other worlds appeared in mid-air all around him. “Now, this one looks promising...?”

He paused on somewhere similar to Equestria, if their bodies were humanized like that place where they all had human counterparts, but here they retained their pony-like features. “An anthropomorphic land? “Hey, is that-?”

He popped on a pair of 3D glasses and munched on some popcorn in a bowl. “Got to keep the audience interested, yes? Let's cut to the chase!” With his pair of cocks already in his free hand, he fast-forwarded to the best bits...

*****

Once Spoiled Rich entered the room she instantly froze up. She'd been led into a private office to meet with an unknown pony. The room was dark when she stood before a desk that was sparsely decorated mostly by office supplies. A fan turned overhead. The blinds were drawn. Despite the position she was in the mare sneered, dressed in a salmon pink jacket, matching skirt, a button-up white shirt, and heels. “You wished to see me? Whoever you are?” She couldn't keep the disdain from her voice.

“Indeed,” came a dapper voice. He sat in a chair with its back turned to her. “Yes, like that, my sweet little pet.”

“Don't mess around. My time is precious! How do I know your threats aren't merely bullshit?” She tried to play hardball, despite the photos he'd had mailed to her, which showed a number of affairs she'd been involved in.

“I'm certain your husband would be quite interested to know of your activities while he's away. Not that he doesn't have his own mistresses on the side. However, you've always looked the other way, since he constantly drowns you in riches.” He scoffed. “Absolutely typical. A bored housewife who would trade all personal responsibility to be looked after.”

“I don't care how rich and powerful you are! Who the fuck are you to judge me?! Show your face, coward!”

An alabaster hand waved somepony aside. With an audible pop a mare crawled onto all fours into view. The unicorn was bound by a choker, her supple flesh completely denuded, save for nipple rings that hung from her erect pastel pink buds, and a matched one from her swollen love bud. Her silky pink mane flowed down her back and fell around her.

Her face was obscured under a heavy blush, pouty lips tittering with a stupefied smile. From the cutie marks upon her flanks it seemed obvious this was the real Fleur de Lis. “W-wait.” She took a step back. “You must be-”

The chair slowly turned like the businessman was some comic book supervillain. But she could hardly be amused when his hands clasped under his chin, his eyes cold with one framed by a monocle. “I see my reputation proceeds me. But of course you know who I am. Everypony who remotely matters does. My lovely little trophy wife used to be so spoiled and disobedient like you, too. Now she sucks my cock like it's the most prized treasure in Equestria. In fact, she's far happier than ever this way.”

“Fancy Pants! You think you'll be able to get away with this?! I'll-”

“You'll what? Tattle to your husband? He's in my pocket. The Princesses? You think they'll believe you over me, after all the contributions I've made to Canterlot? Face it. Without me society would crumble. They would toss you aside if necessary for the betterment of everypony. You're no more than a bunch of overused holes to be filled,” he stated with detachment.

She snarled when the mare crawled with a roll of her hips and buttocks to her, breasts swishing back-and-forth. “Fuck you!”

He slowly rose with his dark and veiny cock still wet with his cum and his wife's saliva drenched upon it, his rod still half-chubby where it drooped from his open pants. “No, fuck you.” He snapped his fingers and Fleur opened her mouth wide, showing his spunk all over her tongue, coating her gums, and between her teeth with bits of his pubic hairs. Her eyes rolled into her head when she gargled and swished his essence like it was mana from the Gods. “Soon, you'll be like her.”

She started to turn and moved to the door when Fleur seized her arm and wrenched it behind her with a strength which belied her appearance. He broke into a small smile and chuckled. “Nopony will come to save you.” He came to the front of Spoiled Rich, grabbed her blouse between his hands, and ripped it open, buttons popping off when the fabric tore. “Nopony cares for you. Even your daughter hates you.”

Heavy breasts imprisoned by a black and ruffled bra bounced free. At the same time Fleur lifted the mare's skirt to expose a matching pair of panties underneath. “How quaint,” he mused when his wife help him tear the clothes away until she stood in her underwear. She screamed with unbridled rage trapped between the couple.

“You bastard.” Despite her sneer she'd started to sob. Her dark mascara ran. He yanked her top away, exposing jiggling tits with wide nipples that went erect under casual strokes of his fingers, while a damp spot had appeared in the crotch of her underwear, which his wife pulled down to her ankles and exposed her bare vulva.

“Do you want to know what happened to her?” She didn't answer and so he produced a tiny pill from his coat pocket and waved it before her face. “All it takes is one of these and any mare or stallion can have their psyche fractured. They become slaves to their own desires. Once she didn't want to do more than missionary. Now she takes it up the ass with a wide smile every night.” He clasped one of Fleur's buttocks and she giggled.

Together they bent Spoiled Rich over the desk. She wiggled and screamed when he lined up his flared tip with her pink sphincter, Fleur helping by spreading the mare's cheeks wide open. “Good girls,” he said before he plunged in with casual violence. Once he'd loved to break in newcomers. Now it was almost routine. Whenever a mare was unruly their husbands would send them here in secret and he would retrain them.

“Behave and I won't have to use this on you,” he said while his wife took the capsule from him. Spoiled whimpered and blubbered but simply nodded once. Wet slaps sounded each time he pounded balls deep into her. Sweaty udders slapped on the desk which shook under the impact. He spanked and molested her wobbly ass, pinched her nipples while he slapped and groped her titties, slamming fast and hard into her.

Fleur tittered and pulled out the camcorder from his desk. He'd trained her to capture the moment each time he ravished a fresh slut. She zoomed in on her pained expression, and her privates, a lewd smirk on her snout while she fingered her twat.

With a grunt he busted a nut inside her. Heat flooded her clenched canal. He'd rammed her rectum raw and yanked free with a plop. Her gaping hole oozed with his splooge.

However Fleur was far from satisfied. She spread Spoiled's sex open, its pink wetness glistening, and he plunged inside, driving all the way to her cervix entrance. She cried anew. He pulled her by the mane, yanking her head aside to face him, so that he could see the pained and terrified expression on her face. “That's what I want to see.”

He started to take her more savagely while Fleur dipped a couple of digits into Rich's asshole and licked his seed with sloppy smacks. He lift3ed one of her supple legs and fucked her sideways. She whined under his thrusts. He backhanded her across the face. “I want to hear you moan louder and more openly, whore.”

She opened her maw wide and let her coos escape between sniffles. He pistoned brutally into her moist tunnel, which closed around him, betrayed by her own flesh. With a grunt his cocktip flared. “P-please, anywhere but inside...!”

“I would have been content to spill my seed upon your worthless buttocks,” he wheezed. “But oh how I loathe whiners and cowards. No, I think I'll finish inside!” She wailed and tried to worm out of his grasp, but Fleur helped hold her down when he hilted one last time inside her, eyes turned to saucers when he pressed his throbbing flare to her cervix and pumped load-after-load directly into her slimy uterus.

“Bear my foal,” he demanded while he continued to blast her to overflow. “You're all mine now!” Fleur pressed her lips to Spoiled's in a passionate kiss, and she desperately shook her head when she felt a tongue force its way inside, passing the pill down her gullet. She was forced to swallow it down, her dam breaking when she gushed all over her new master. He yanked free of her ruined pussy, swollen wide open and cum-soaked. He slapped her buttocks a few times with his stallionhood, and then her face.

He rolled Spoiled onto her back, still propped upon the desk with her thighs wide open, her mind starting to blank when the drug slowly took effect. She cried for her husband and especially her daughter which she wished she'd treated better.

The last thing she saw was Fleur squatting over her face, masturbating furiously with wet schlicks, and she sprayed all over her face and titties, matted fur soaked deep until it reeked of her musk. A stupid smile crossed her face. “M-more...”

Author's Note

A story written at a reader's request.