Domination and Twisted Bone

Twilight Sparkle let out a deep sigh. She was sitting in her bed, staring out her window over the peaceful town she'd come to call home. Though more recently she'd been thinking of it as her little kingdom.

The wings on her back fluttered nervously. She curled up underneath her blankets, hiding away from the cold Winter air seeping through the glass. Ruling did not come easy to her.

She closed her eyes, attempting to force her restless mind to stillness. Anxiety scraped at the edges of her mind, sending nervous tremors traveling through her thoughts. When she was still a student in Canterlot, she would pray to the Princesses for the strength to deal with her problems. Though she had never been able to confirm or deny its effectiveness, it always made her feel better. But who listens to the prayers of Alicorns? Maybe it didn't matter.

Twilight pressed her hooves together and bowed her head. She wished for guidance, for answers, for peace in her mind. She wished for the knowledge to rule, and to lead. Her eyes slowly opened, now adjusted to the darkness beneath her blankets. She smiled. It had made her feel better, even if it didn't do anything.

The Princess of Friendship resettled herself in her bed. Things honestly weren't that bad. The newly-minted Alicorn smiled, thinking of Ponyville and everypony in it. A lot had changed since she'd come to this place. She'd made new friends, defeated powerful enemies, and learned important lessons about the power of friendship. The very fact that she was willing to set aside the issues pressing inside her head showed just how different she was. How mature she was. With her friends by her side and her new form, she could take on the world.

A knocking at the door interrupted the Princess' mental monologue. She was tempted to ignore it, but the knocking came again, slightly louder. She cast the blankets away from her body and shivered from the cold night air. Whoever had come knocking had better have a damn good reason for doing so. Twilight glided down from the loft where her bed was and landed in front of the door leading out of her room, eager to get back to the warm safety of her bed.

"It's one in the morning, Spike," Twilight complained while opening the door. "Whatever it is can wai—"

But it was not Spike walking at the door. In fact, not only was it not Spike, it was a kind of creature she had never seen before. It was a giant pygmy standing over two meters tall, perhaps taller than Celestia herself. The corded muscles on his chest rippled under his green skin. Thick trails of white steam rise from his neck and shoulders. His hot, humid breath ran over Twilight's face and back, stinking of rot and decay. His unusual teeth were sharp and long like the bite of a saw blade. His crazed eyes seemed to glow, flitting between different colors every second. He leaned down towards her.

The giant's sudden movement knocked Twilight out of her stunned state, and she slammed the door shut in a fear-driven panic. She needed to run, and fast. Pygmies today existed only as legend, having been wiped out by the Alicorns ages ago. They were the greatest predators the world had ever known. And now there was one in her house.

"Buck! Buck, buck, buck, what do I bucking do!" Tears filled her eyes and her hooves shook against the floor. It was her responsibility as Ponyville's guardian to protect the town from these horrifying monsters. Every survival instinct she had was telling her to RUN, but her duty as a Princess demanded that she stand and fight.

She took a deep breath, sweat dripping down her face and neck. She swung the door back open and prepared herself for the fight of her life, but...the beast was gone.

Twilight stepped into the hallway to look for the creature. A wave of purple light traveled down the hallway as she sent a pulse of magic traveling outwards, scanning the library for the pygmy intruder. She frowned. The only living creatures in the library were herself, Spike, and a family of mice living in the kitchen cupboard.

She walked over to the hallway window and examined the buildings outside the library. Nopony was screaming. No sounds of a scuffle, no screams in surprise. Ponyville was as peaceful as it had ever been. Either the creature had never existed or it had disappeared.

Twilight sighed and withdrew from the window. Maybe she was more stressed out than she'd thought. Her horn glowed again as she moved to draw the curtain over the hallway window, but the Princess was surprised to find it missing.

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"Was it something I said?" the 'pygmy' muttered to himself. He'd already had one hell of a night, waking up in the bottom of a giant hole in the middle of a giant forest and then being chased for miles by giant fucking chicken. Then he gets to this town and everything looks like its built for midgets. Getting a door slammed in his face by—what was that, a horse?—was just adding insult to injury.

The bipedal creature put one arm against the wall to brace himself. The adrenaline running through his veins was starting to thin out, and his body began feeling the effects of his midnight run from hell. The heat emanating from his skin began to die down, and he shivered in the cold hallway. It was a chilly winter night, and he was stark naked.

"Oh. Right." It dawned on him that he'd just knocked on the door to someone's room in his birthday suit. He looked around for something to cover himself with. He snatched a curtain from over a window and wrapped it around himself before starting down the hallway. He definitely wasn't going to try talking to that horse again. Maybe there was somebody here who'd actually talk to him.

After wandering around in the dark for a while, he eventually came to a door with a plaque that read 'Spike'.

"Really? Is there a talking dog here too?" He straightened his posture and secured his makeshift floral dress. "Well, let's try this again." He knocked on the door three times.

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Twilight trotted down the hallway towards her adoptive brother's room. Despite detecting nopony else in the library, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. She'd tossed and turned in her bed for nearly half an hour before deciding to at least make sure Spike was okay. It became clear that her need to be a good sibling outweighed her need to be asleep, so she'd magicked her lantern to follow her and gone to check on him.

Though now she'd come to regret caring feeling concern for the little twerp. She could see light coming from the crack underneath his door, and voices coming from the other side. Spike had snuck his friends into the library again without her permission. Last time he'd brought his friends over they'd poured soda all over her anatomy books!

She prepared a stern, motherly speech about the importance of respecting your older siblings, and threw open the door. And then she screamed.

The apex predator that had nearly made her wet herself was now sitting at her brother's desk, wearing a very cute dress and a very shocked expression.

"Twilight, what's the matter with you!?"

Spike was sitting leaned back on his bed. Her horn flashed and Spike was enveloped in a purple sheen. Spike was whisked out of the room and the door slammed shut behind him.

"Whoa, what the heck Twilight? Seriously, what's going on?"

"Shhh!" Twilight desperately tried to quiet him, her face full of fear. "Th-th-th-that's a pygmy, Spike!", she frantically whispered. "They're the deadliest creatures in Equestria! And this one is HUGE!"

The dragon, still hanging in the air, gave his older sister a look of disapproval.

"Oh, and I guess you should run from me too since dragons are so dangerous. Come on Twilight, get real. That guy's harmless, didn't you see what he was wearing?"

"You don't get it, Spike! Pygmies were so crazy evil that the Princesses had to exterminate their whole race! They're the most dangerous creatures who've ever existed! They hunt ponies for sport!"

"Well I don't care what the Princesses think! That guy is my friend and he is killing it in that dress! And, not that it should matter, but he's not a pig-mee or whatever. He's a human. He told me himself."

Spike flapped his wings and broke out of Twilight's levitation spell. He walked angrily back into his room, slamming the door behind him.

"Was that your sister?" The human in the dress gestured towards the recently closed door.

"Yeah, that was her. Don't mind her, she'll come around." The purple dragon sat on his bed and huffed angrily, sending a thin stream of smoke from his nostrils. "I just don't get it. She's defended me from that kind of thing since I was little. Always telling everypony that I'm not like other dragons, that I'm civilized just like everypony else!"

The human rubbed his chin and looked back at the door. "Well, it's like you say, right? She's known you for your entire life, and she only just met me. And... I may not have made the best first impression. Let's just say I wasn't always wearing floral print."

A smirk cracked through Spike's frustrated expression. He sighed and his body seemed to sag downwards. "Yeah, maybe you're right. It's just annoying, you know? I've dealt with this kind of thing my whole life, but Twilight's never acted like that towards me." He pressed his face between his palms.

The human shifted in his chair, causing it to creak under his weight. "Hey man, I'm not trying to cause trouble for you guys. If you need me too, I can get out of here."

Spike sat up and looked the human in the eye. "No way, man. If anybody needs to go, it's her." He sighed and flopped backward onto the bed.

The young dragon cursed under his breath. "Whatever, dude. It's like two in the morning and I'm bucking exhausted. There's a sleeping bag in that closet over there. Goodnight."

The human nodded at his new reptilian friend, who then promptly fell asleep. He pulled the sleeping bag from where Spike had indicated and set it up against the wall. Through the cold, dreamless night, the biped slept through his first night in Equestria.

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"How do you like your eggs?"

"Uh...scrambled, I guess. You guys really eat eggs? Didn't you say nobody here eats meat?"

"Yeah, I don't know. It's just a cultural thing I guess. We act like we value all sentient life, but we still eat eggs and fish. It's a little dishonest, I know, but it's still better than spying on somepony through the walls with scrying magic."

A loud *thunk* could be heard from the room directly above the kitchen. Spike snorted and cracked two more eggs into the frying pan. The sound of hooves on wood started to grow louder and louder, until a purple pony appeared in the doorway.

"Good morning, Spike." She turned to face the biped sitting at her kitchen table. "Good morning, um...human."

He nodded. "Good morning. Sorry that I, uh, almost made you shit yourself last night."

The Princess choked on her morning coffee, sending streams of the scalding liquid up her nose. "Y-yeah? Well. Me too."

She took the seat opposite to him. "So... what brings you to the library, then?"

The human blinked. "I... don't know. Coincidence? It was pretty dark last night, I wasn't really looking where I was going."

The Princess gave the human a look of disbelief. "Ooo-kay. Well, what's your name?"

"I don't know that either."

She shifted in her seat. "You don't know your own name?"

The human shook his head. "I can't remember it. I can't really remember much of anything."

Twilight's eyes narrowed. "You're saying you've lost your memory?"

He nodded and began running his thumb over the edge of his mug. "Yeah, I guess I am. The first thing I remember is waking up in this big hole in the ground. After I climbed out, a great big chicken started chasing after me and I started running for my life. When I finally stopped running, I was in front of the library."

"That's..." She glanced over at Spike who looked equally skeptical. "...a little hard to believe."

"You think that's hard to believe? Bitch, I'm on an alien world being interrogated by a fucking unicorn. Everything about this is hard to believe!"

Twilight's eyes went wide. "Wh-what's wrong with unicorns?"

"Dragons and unicorns don't exist. They're just stories made up for little kids."

Twilight's horn glowed and she pulled out a quill and notepad, starting to scribble furiously. Spike rolled his eyes, but the human was entranced. The purple light flowing around the feather was both alien and familiar.

He turned back to the biped, ignoring his stunned expression. "So, what, you think you're in like a parallel dimension or something?"

The question snapped him out of his trance. "Parallel dimension? Yeah, that sounds about right. That would definitely explain how I'm having a conversation with a magical talking horse and a fire-breathing dragon straight out of a storybook!"

Twilight started scribbling harder than before. Her thoughtful eyes started to sparkle, and she looked back up at her extraterrestrial guest.

"Sooo, an alien huh? Wow, first contact. Interdimensional first contact. Do you think maybe I could run some te-"

Twilight's draconic voice of reason interrupted. "Twilight! I'm glad that you're not scared of him anymore, but come on. Let him get used to Ponyville before you try to tie him up."

The human's eyebrows shot up at Spike's remark and he looked over at Twilight. Tie him up? Was this cute little purple people eater trying to fuck him? More importantly, should he be trying to fuck her? He was an alien invader after all. It was only right that he should try to probe one of the locals. God knows he could use the stress relief.

The purple unicorn cleared her throat. "Sorry Spike, you're right. That's not what's important right now."

Her eyes narrowed as she stared the human's body up and down, looking like she wanted something. Oh shit, maybe she really did want to fuck him.

"Can I get my curtain back?"

Or maybe not. He looked nervously between them.

"Um, sure. Shit, I guess if you guys are comfortable being naked, I can get used to it too." The human stood up and pulled off his makeshift dress. Twilight screamed and covered her eyes.

"Huh, déjà vu."

"Wh-wh-wh-why are you..." The Princess stammered from behind her hooves "...unsheathed."

"Unsheathed!? What the hell is she talking about, man?" Unfortunately for him, Spike was also covering his face. But instead of embarrassment, he was struggling not to laugh.

The human pulled the curtain off of the floor and covered himself back up, his green face now glowing red. "Okay, somebody needs to explain this! Why are you guys acting like my dick is supposed to have a scabbard!?"

"B-b-because it should!" Twilight's voice was beginning to crack.

"Fuck me, is this some kind of horse anatomy thing? Well, let's get one thing straight: I do not have a dick sheathes! If you want this curtain back, you're gonna have to take me somewhere than can make clothes."

Spike's face lit up.

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"Everybody's looking at me." The human grinned to himself. "I knew I looked good in this thing, but damn."

Twilight rolled her eyes. "I think they're probably looking at you because you look like ponies' greatest natural enemy since the beginning of time. The only reason they're not screaming in terror is because you're with me. They could also be staring at us because a five-foot dragon just ran through the center of town, and it's usually my job to take care of stuff like that. Take your pick."

Spike had left them almost the moment they had stepped out of the library. He had blustered something about getting things ready before sprinting off at top speed.

"Why was he so excited? Is the tailor hot or something?"

Twilight groaned. "It's because we're going to see his fillyfriend."

They walked on a bit further. The human felt jolts of pain run through his legs with each step. He'd definitely hurt himself when he'd been running through the trees.

The Alicorn gestured towards a tall, white building with a purple roof. Large glass windows lined the front of it, though each one was covered by a thick purple curtain. Spike was nowhere to be found. The sign out front read, 'The Carousel Boutique - Closed for Renovations'.

Twilight knocked on the door and then turned to the human. "Let me do the talking," she warned. "My friend Rarity's a little under the weather right now and...um...well, she might freak out when she sees you."

And freak out, she did. Upon opening the door, the small white mare screamed like a banshee and slammed it shut so quickly the windows rattled in their frames.

"Rarity! Please open the door! He's not what you think, I promise!"

The curtain over the window by the door began to shift. A glimmer of bright purple peered out from the dark.

Twilight stepped off of the porch and put her face up to the window. "Please, can you please help us, Rarity?"

The eye turned to look at the apex predator who'd come knocking at her door. He smiled and hunched his shoulders, trying to look as small as possible.

The curtain shifted back and, after a moment, they could hear shuffling from behind the door. The entrance swung open, and the tiny white mare stood in the doorway.

Her dark violet hair twisted and twirled around her body in a series of delicate curls. Her legs were long and slender, and three blue diamonds decorated each of her flanks. The front of her mane framed her slender face and a gleaming white horn was placed by the top of her forehead. She stared up at him with deep purple eyes that twinkled in the sun.

"Wow, she really is pretty."

Twilight cleared her throat. "Yes. Well. Yes. This is Rarity. Rarity, this is... well, I don't really know. He's nice, at least."

Rarity giggled and the curls of her mane bounced against her shoulders. "Yes, I could tell that much."

Her face was flush and a sheen of sweat seemed to cover her entire body. Damn, she really was sick.

The white unicorn stepped back and gestured inside. "Won't you come in? It's far too cold to be idling about outside."

The green giant followed Twilight inside the boutique. The walls extended up to the second floor and a large crystal chandelier hung unlit in the center of the foyer.

He began to inspect the other objects in the room. Horse mannequins, measuring tape, rolls of cloth. A vanity with a large mirror was sitting against the far wall, covered in oddly-shaped scissors and hairpins.

"So," Rarity started, bringing his attention back to her. She stood several paces from them, clearly still a little wary. "I, um... imagine that you're in need of some proper clothes. I can appreciate the naturalist aesthetic, but it's so seventeenth-century, if you catch my meaning."

The human chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah? Yeah, I think I probably do. Maybe."

Twilight rolled her eyes again. "Maybe you could get started then?"

"Quite right. Follow me, please." Rarity led them to one of the curtains in the back of the room. She pulled it aside to reveal a small room with a large mirror hanging on the far wall and a platform in the center. The two of them stepped inside, followed by Rarity who let the curtain fall behind her.

"Step onto the platform, please. I'll need to take your measurements."

The small wooden table groaned under his weight. Rarity's horn began glowing bright blue and several rolls of measuring tape floated out of the small purple satchel fastened to her waist. The tapes glid through the air and began taking all manner of measurements across his body.

The human shifted around on his feet. Magic was still a little scary, and seemed to him like some kind of otherworldly predator, especially when it was literally sizing him up.

Suddenly, the tapes retreated all at once. The human looked down at the miniature fashionista. "Is it over?"

"No sir, not quite," she replied. "I need you to remove your...garment." Her already red face turned darker as she answered.

The human looked over at Twilight. "Oh! Sorry, I'll go. Rarity, just shout if you need me." She quickly bowed out of the room before her friend could respond.

The human pulled the curtain away from his body and tied it around his waist like a knee-length skirt. In the mirror, he took his first proper look at himself since he'd arrived in Equestria.

"Oh my."

'Oh my', indeed. His body was tall, thick, lean. Standing at about seven feet tall, he was a tower of muscle and bone. His pecs bulged and his abs were so tight they almost looked vacuum-sealed. His biceps must have been eight inches thick and his legs looked like they could kick a hole through concrete. His face was angular and handsome, and his leathery skin was a dull grey-green. His long pointed ears aimed directly backward through his short, black hair. He opened his mouth and pulled his cheeks back to reveal two full rows of razor-sharp teeth, his long canines coming to a fine point.

The green giant's face twisted in shock and confusion. Had he always looked like this?

"Hey, uh, Rarity?"

"Hm?" Somehow the unicorn sounded distracted to him, but he was too enamored with his own appearance to care.

"How tall did you say I was?"

"Oh, um... ninety-two inches. You're very tall for a pygmy. A fine specimen."

Something about her voice made him look over at her. Rarity's vision was trained on the sheet wrapped tightly around his waist. "Oh, um... I don't have a scabbard or sheathe or anything. I can't imagine you'd want to see that, so I'm keeping the curtain tied like this."

It took a few seconds for Rarity to break out of her trance. "What? Oh, right. Thank you for being so..." She ran a hoof along his calf, causing his leg to tremble. "...considerate."

The hungry look in her eyes caused the human's sheet to tighten slightly. He shook his head, cursing at himself in his mind. She was just being polite. Right?

"I think I'll need you to take it off completely, darling. I need to be sure I get all of the proper measurements."

Wrong. He pulled the curtain off of his waist and let it drop to the floor. The sudden lack of warmth made him shiver.

"Hmph. That's somewhat disappointing," she pouted.

"Now hold on a minute. It's just cold is all." He gave her a cocky grin. "Maybe you wanna warm it up a bit?"

The white unicorn giggled for a moment before stopping herself. She chewed her lip and stared up at him with narrowed eyes. "I don't get the wrong idea. I don't usually do this sort of thing, I'm not that kind of mare."

The ground seemed to slide out from beneath his feet, and the human started to topple backward. He fell through the air and down onto the cushioned platform, landing on his backside with a grunt. Rarity placed her hooves on his knees and forced his legs apart.

"But I can make an exception."

She took his soft member into her mouth and began swirling it around with her hot tongue. He could feel himself starting expanding rapidly as she coated his rod with her sticky saliva. Rarity pressed against his thighs and pulled her mouth off of his penis with a loud *pop*.

She looked up at him as she rubbed her cheek along his length. A measuring tape floated up from the ground and drew a line up his shaft. Rarity read the measurement and gave him an eager smile, her face dyed a deep red.

"Twenty-three inches. That will do nicely."

Her hot, heavy breath ran over the sensitive head of his pulsing member, making it jump every time she exhaled. Precum leaked out of his tip, coating her face in his seed as she continued to nuzzle his shaft. Her tail occasionally flickered upwards, giving him glimpses of her glimmering marehood through the wall-mounted mirror.

His overpowering musk made her throat burn and her haunches tremble. She could hear herself dripping onto the stone floor. A small puddle formed around her and the human could feel her juices run beneath his feet.

"Someone's a little excited, huh?"

"Oh, hush. I'm in the middle of the worst estrus of my life, I feel as though I could take an elephant."

"Estrus? What does that mean?"

She sighed and lifted herself into his lap, straddling his torso and rubbing his member against her stomach.

"It means I need you to fuck me like an animal." The unicorn pressed her furry torso against his, grinding herself against his muscled chest. Her soaking marehood leaked onto the base of his penis. She whispered into his ear, "Do you think pygmies and ponies can have babies?"

He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop himself. The immorality of it all probably made it harder to resist. His hands wrapped around her thighs and lifted her up. His tip parted her soft outer folds, and Rarity let out a soft moan. The human put his index finger to his lips. Twilight was still in the next room, separated only by a thin cloth.

Rarity smirked at him and turned back towards the entrance to the changing room. "Excuse me, Twilight? Can you come in here for a moment?"

The human's eyes went wide and stared at the curtain, waiting for the purple Alicorn to step inside but... it never happened.

"The changing rooms are all soundproofed with high-level charms. Some very sensitive information about mares' figures and weights passes through my boutique. Not the kind of thing you want other ponies to hear."

She bent down and nipped at his ear before whispering, "Fortunately for you, it means you can make me scream as much as you like."

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"By the Gods, my throat is going to be so sore tomorrow."

Rarity rubbed at her neck and coughed a few times before swallowing the cum she'd gathered in her mouth. She inspected herself in the mirror while the human lie flat on the floor.

"From the screaming, or from the other thing?"

She quietly snorted and looked at him through the mirror. "A combination, most likely. I daresay you were trying to make me lose my voice. It was a valiant effort, though your methods were a bit strange."

"Strange? Strange how?"

"That..." Her body shuddered, recalling the sensation. "...thing you did with your tongue. I've never even heard of something like that. It was very strange indeed, though not to say that I didn't appreciate it."

The white unicorn brushed her violet mane back into place and began applying the final touches to her makeup. "We'll have to do this again sometime..."

She walked over to him and planted a kiss on his cheek before giving him a smile. "..., strange lover."

The two of them shared a laugh before preparing to leave.

He turned to her as they approached the door. "Still feeling under the weather?"

Rarity laughed again, pressing a hoof against his thigh. "I'm feeling much better now, thank you."

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"Well, did she get you what you needed?"

He looked down at her with a shocked expression, then relaxed when he realized what she'd meant.

"Oh yeah, of course. She said she'd have a few sets of clothes ready for me within the next two weeks."

"Really? That's pretty fast, even for her. I hope she's not pushing herself, considering she's in the middle of...um...being under the weather." Twilight looked down at the ground, trying to hide her embarrassed expression.

"It's just that she was probably more scared of you than I was. She must have really come around after actually getting to know you."

The human grinned. She sure had. Multiple times. Consecutively.

"Oh, and speaking of which: have you decided on a name? We can't just keep calling you 'human' forever."

The human's expression turned thoughtful before spreading into a wide smile. "Yeah, I was just thinking about that. There was something Rarity said that stuck with me, and I think it's what I'll go with."

"And? What should I call you now?"

The human grinned bared and looked down to face her, showing off both rows of his pearly white razors. She stared into his eyes and Twilight felt the animal part of her brain shudder in response.

"You can call me, 'Strange.'"