"We need to check in on Starlight." Twilight said after a long moment's silence. No pony had wanted to break it, but things needed to happen, and so Twilight, ever the noble leader, took the initiative. "If she split, which is looking quite possible, we need to help her. Who knows what... Starbitch might be doing."

I cast a dagger-like knowing glance at Dick who was mouthing the word 'fucking'. He wasn't wrong in my estimation, but I hated him all the same for it. I shoved my thoughts of him to the side for now and focused on the task ahead as I nodded to Twilight.

"Right, she'll need some help. Let's get going. After that, we can help the other ponies in whatever state they are in." I said plainly, not feeling in the mood for enthusiasm. We all filed out of the room, making our way to the door behind which Starlight had been told to stay. Twilight pushed the door open slowly and revealed... laughter?

Opening the door fully, two Starlights, one of which was an aquamarine-like color and had a mane that was the same pink-like color Starlight was. A twist I hadn't seen coming, though I should've, was the double's lack of clothes, only being covered by a blanket that was thrown around her like a cloak of some sort. The two of them were chatting in what seemed an amicable way, Starlight at this point smiling as her other half was laughing uncontrollably. The two looked over, the laughing mare trying her best to get control of herself.

"Oh hi, everypony!" Starlight said happily.

"Uh... hello, Starlight. Who's this?" Twilight said, likely trying to simply know what the mare called herself. If Periwinkle's double had the capability for self defining thought to the point she could choose a name for herself, then the double of Starlight should definitely have such.

"Well," the mare in question began, still struggling with the last few bouts of laughter that escaped from her, "Gunther called me Starbitch." She gained her composure finally, ceasing her uproarious laughter as she took a deep breath, likely helped by the bitter memory of the griffon. "But, well, I mean sure, I like having intercourse about as much as Starlight like spells."

"We've established that quite effectively." Starlight chuckled, a light blush on her face.

"Oh yes, but either way... well, now that Gunther's influence is stripped away, I'm just... well, I'm just your garden variety nympho as opposed to a useful idiot because of my sexual desires." She explained. "So the name 'Starbitch' sounds exceedingly degrading to me, and so a bit ago I decided to be called Stellar Afterglow, or Stella for short."

"That..."

"Yes it still has sexual undertones, Twilight," Stella smiled, "but I'm not denying I'm a very sexual pony when I change my name. I'm only denying that Gunther has anything to do with me now. He's the only part of my past that I'm disassociating from. Sex is too fun to shun." I nodded at this, noting that Starlight was simply smiling, looking up at Twilight expectantly. She wasn't in a bad place it seemed. She was actually quite comfortable at the moment. If she was in trouble, she was doing her best to make it appear she wasn't in danger at all. These doppelgangers were a mixed bag it seemed.

I sighed as I walked down yet another corridor. The best possible scenario seemed to be coming true. It seemed that most ponies simply felt suddenly free from the pain - from Gunther - and thanked us as soon as they found us, and then said they were going to leave. I was pleased that they stated it as most of them had, not a request but an assertion of facts. They had returned to themselves, and now were leaving to return to those they loved. I told them that those who had taken them had been dealt with, and that if anypony asked, they could say that they escaped along with many other ponies who had been taken by that same evil creature - an evil creature who was now being taken care of.

The fact that the Empire would likely track these ponies did give me pause. I almost asked them if they might stay put for a few days just so we could deal with the Empire, but perhaps such a wild influx of escaped ponies would confuse what systems they had. I could hope at least. Either way, I couldn't keep them from going into the wide open world. Meanwhile, even as all those ponies left into the wider world of Equestria and beyond, we went further into the corridors, lead by Brass - whose trigger had been spoken by Button as I had agreed - who knew the layout of the complex fairly well it seemed.

Opening a door, she turned to us. "I'm not saying you have to, but if - like - you aren't good with the whole grody side of what Gunther did, you might - like - want to stay here, or maybe even - like - head back to the waiting room and stuff. This is where he kept his 'special ponies'. It's like his personal pony wine cellar." That wasn't what I needed to hear. It was fortunate for the Griffon I had found him, used his trigger, and ordered him to clean up our mess with his tongue. The room had been cleaned before we spunked it up, so he was safe from that angle, but I desperately wanted to punish him for what I had just heard. Then again, that was what I was doing.

'Don't punish them for what they didn't do!' Button's pleading voice echoed in my ears. Maybe if I hadn't personally experienced it, maybe if the hope I had from drinking from the cup hadn't been crushed, or maybe if a myriad of other factors had occurred, maybe then I'd agree. I could admit these two weren't what they once were. They were the perfect slaves instead of slave masters now. Stupid to a point that rebellion never crossed their puny minds, an inability to disobey, a compulsion towards pleasing anypony who gave them a direct command, and a complete lack of moral compunctions in regards to sexual activities. Berry and Periwinkle still had compunctions deep down and had shown, despite their perpetual obedience, a tendency to strain under commands - especially Periwinkle.

Brass walked down the short hall and then opened the door at the far end of the hall, revealing a set of slowly spiraling stairs. She looked back to us with a glance that warned us this was our final chance to back out. I wasn't dissuaded. Button, Brass, Twilight, Rainbow, and Applejack all went down, while I took up the rear - the rest of the ponies electing to stay top side. I paused after moving down a good ways, hearing footsteps behind me, and turned to see Fluttershy, the absolute last pony I expected to see.

"Fluttershy, you don't have to come down here." I said simply.

"I know... and I did want to stay upstairs... but I can't stay up there and know that there are ponies down here that need help - my help." I couldn't help but smile at the mare. She was caring to a fault, and I couldn't blame her for wanting to make sure everypony down here was alright. I turned and headed down the stairs, shortening the gap between me and the next pony down. Already I was hearing gasps of shock.

Reaching their origin, I stepped through the doorway and looked about and felt my rage sharpen as I looked upon the scene. The room had, besides those who had just come down, twenty-two ponies inside. The ponies Gunther had taken a special interest in and had broken as thoroughly as possible. Now they were all down here, with opposite color versions of themselves sucking or fucking them, or another pony. I noticed a particular stallion and mare pair were fucking the other's doppelganger. This... this would be a mess to sort out.

I flopped down on my bed in Berry's house. It had been a long day. Berry, Periwinkle, Raven, and Sultry had all elected that they'd stay the night in the underground, simply to help the eleven doppelgangers of the ponies we had found. The ponies in the dungeon were... well, they were less complicated than I had expected. Just a bunch of ponies who had been freed from forced servitude now letting their nympho side sere them. Sexual urges of their own finally being tended to as opposed to another ponies. I swiped through several pages of search results on my phone for the names I had taken from those ponies, and found what I had hoped against.

These eleven ponies whom Gunther - who now stood naked in the room at the ready for his further punishment - had taken special interest in, were not within my means to find, not even through the directory of the civil-registry. Casting my mind back towards Gunther's memories of those ponies, I found out why. He had exercised all his power as a 'Baron' of the Empire - whatever that truly meant - to have those ponies expunged from any official records. There were no family records to trace, and I could only guess that meant that those families had also been somewhere in the underground. I felt sorry for them. They'd return to a world with no memory of them... unless.

I looked at the recorder. It was a tempting option, but my eye quickly shifted to Gunther as a thought of the contingency plan he had put in place that had almost made me betray my friends; and my fear, my hope, my pity, all of it, melted into a pure sheering pot of hatred and rage. I stood from the massive size bed and approached the griffon. I grabbed his throat and slammed him against the wall.

"You aren't in control anymore." I hissed at him, the griffon nodded frantically. "You have no power, no worth, NOTHING!" His eyes grew wide as he continued nodding. I snarled at him, drawing even closer. "You will serve me and my mares. You will service us however, whenever, and wherever we deem fit." I said, each consonant being enunciated as sharply as I could manage, met only by the nodding head of the griffon. "And through it all, you will not cum, no matter how much stimulation you give or receive, unless I tell you to. Understood?" Nodding, always nodding. I threw him to the ground and spat on him, turning back towards the recorder, my purpose set firmly in my mind.

I picked up the recorder, lifting the mic to my mouth as I turned back to the fallen griffon and pressed the record button, keeping an eye on him. "All the families that Gunther had removed would suddenly find all pertinent documents resurfacing, having been held in a place and way that the Empire hadn't thought of." I paused, and then a snide smirk took my features. "Gunther is my slave and the slave of my mares, this is not strange or illegal, and he will do whatever we tell him, whenever we tell him, wherever we tell him. Anything he does is not strange or different to anypony but myself, my mares, the Elements of Harmony, Starlight, and their doppelgangers - should they have one. Gunther is unable to cum unless told directly to do so. No matter where he is, he will cum when told so, regardless of previous stimulation." Gunther curled up into a ball on the floor, even his small amount of understanding being enough to realize he was being targeted.

I released the record button and let the world shift into place. "Gunther." I said, getting him to perk his head up. I needed to test this. "Cum." He suddenly shook and came a thick stream of cum across the floor. "Cum." Again he twitched, spasming as if he was having a seizure, and released another potent stream of cum across the floor as large in quantity as the first burst. "Gunther," I said, though he didn't respond. "If you cum this next time, you won't cum for another week. So I want you to try and hold back, or else." His eyes grew wide, and them he screwed his face tight, the monumental effort evident on his face as he braced for my next pronouncement.

"Gunther, cum." He shook, trying to contain himself, but in the end it was for naught as his dick acted in accordance to my order. "Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum." He lost control of his body, even as he tried to strangle his own dick, but it wouldn't work, nothing would. I had taken his power away. He ejaculated hard, covering the floor in cum, each ejaculation as powerful as the first. "Clean up your mess, Gunther, with your tongue." I ordered. The griffon moaned, slowly pushing himself up as he extended his tongue out of his beak and began lapping away at his mess.

After ten minutes of this, he looked up at me, a sad pleading look in his eyes. "I'm going to bed." I said, setting the recorder down. "You will not touch any of the artifacts." Covering my bases in case he wanted a midnight reversal. I looked him over, a frown growing steeper on my face, and then an idea. I reached under the bed and searched. A mare like Berry was minorly predictable, I only hoped my estimation wasn't wrong. My fingers touching a shoe box proved my thoughts as I pulled it out. Opening it up, it revealed a variety of toys.

Pulling out a dildo with a suction cup on the base and a gag that was shaped like a dick, I looked to Gunther and presented him the toys. "Go to the basement and stick this one on a wall." I said wiggling the dick with a suction cup. "Rail yourself on it while stroking your dick and sucking on this one." I wrapped the dick-gag on him. It was short enough he could breathe, a mercy I suppose. "Keep at it until you fall unconscious. No cumming." He nodded slowly and sadly, taking the toys and leaving the room. 'A start', I thought, 'but it won't be enough.'

Author's Note

At one point part of this chapter were parts of multiple other chapters, however, after consideration, I felt it more proper to make them into one. Hope you enjoyed!