Starlight Glimmer’s morning began in an unusual way… or at least unusual for her. For one thing, she woke up alone, the sole occupant of her enormous canopy bed, the almost criminally soft cashmere sheets just slightly cooler for her lack of companionship.

The peculiarity persisted as she made her way to the kitchen, where she was left to prepare her own breakfast, an activity to which she still had not fully adjusted. Toast and oatmeal were all that she was willing to put together, a far cry from the obscene decadence that had waited for her virtually every morning only a month prior.

The thought drew her eyes lower; she wasn’t quite the thin, slip of a thing she had been when she moved into the castle with Twilight. Her curves were a little fuller, her chest a little heavier, for most of her life there wasn’t a gram of fat on her, but now there was just enough for her to take notice. Perhaps she had been spoiling herself a bit too much, or rather allowing other people to spoil her, but there was plenty of time to fix that later.

Dressing herself was a similarly lonely experience, easily done with magic, but far less fun without anyone else to help do it by hand. A pair of jeans and a tank-top were all she needed for the day, even years removed from running her town she had never really outgrown an affinity for simplicity when it came to her wardrobe.

She didn’t need anything fancy, after all, the big day wasn’t until tomorrow.

As she moved to the door thought over her mental checklist one last time, keenly aware of the stops she had to make as she did her rounds one final time. From a nearby table she retrieved a pale blue pendant, admiring it in the light briefly and feeling a sense of warmth at having it in her hand.

She never left home without it.

The doorknob turned, the crisp morning air drew her into the bright, sunny morning, and so she was off.

Starlight’s first stop was the bakery, her foot having barely crossed the threshold of the entrance before a pink streak of light leapt in front of her, stopping so abruptly that she seemed almost to freeze in mid air.

“♫Goooooooood morning Starlight! ♫”

Pinkie Pie was instantly stood before her, and in that moment she found herself held in deep blue eyes that shimmered with joyous energy, starring up at her in a way that felt truly irresistible.

“♪Good morning Pinkie! ♪” She responded in kind, long since having accepted the infectiousness of the woman’s unbridled enthusiasm. “I see someone has gotten to work bright and early today.”

“Well of course silly! the big day’s only a couple’a days away!” There was a tiny little hop that accompanied her statement, along with a bit of a jiggle, excitement getting the better of her as it so often did. “But you already knew that didn’t you? Miss big important party planner!”

Starlight chuckled, the title still feeling a bit unnatural when spoken aloud. “I promise this is the only time you’ll need to call me that.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure, everything’s been going so perfectly, I think you might have a real talent for it!”

“Only because I had such wonderful people to help me.” As she spoke Starlight became increasingly aware of their surroundings, not only of the delightful sugared scent that hung heavily in the air, but also the endlessly varied confections that were its root cause. The cakes, the pies, the little tarts, everything looked phenomenal, and then of course, there was the baker applying their finishing touches.

Spike was hunched over a table at the opposite end of the room, looking absolutely captivated as he laid a trail of frosting along the edge of bright pink cake. There was an unnatural degree of focus about him, broken briefly by his acknowledgment of Star with a weak wave of the hand before returning to the task in front of him.

“Everything looks exquisite Pinkie; I knew I could count on you.” The pink haired woman beamed up at her, that wide heart melting smile that Star had dearly come to appreciate in the time since they had met. It was true that she had infinite confidence in her, even if she hadn’t had the tools to ensure it, but those didn’t hurt either. “Will everything be ready by tomorrow?”

“You betch’a! I made extra-double sure that every last treat and sweet is ready to eat a whole day early.” That was it, the last bit of good news that Starlight needed to hear, confirmation that everything would be in perfect order for her, and an excuse to have a little bit of fun.

“Do you think we could have a quick look around? I’d love have a last look at all your hard work.”

“Mhmmmm I get it.” She winked. “I think somebody is just looking to get a bit of a taste before the big day.”

There was more than a little truth to her statement, far more so than the ebullient woman could possibly realise.

“Being around all this amazing stuff all day, I almost can’t help myself sometimes!”

Star eyed the party planner up and down a moment before she turned to take the lead. “I know exactly what you mean.”

Pinkie’s body really was a marvel, far too short for something that contained such a bottomless pool of energy. More to Star’s interest however was the question of how she managed to stay so rail thin despite the endless amounts of sweets and candy she ate. The explanation Star had settled upon was that all those calories chose to make their home in her large, perky breasts and her similarly robust and inviting ass, a fact for which Star was endlessly grateful.

“What’s it been like? Working with Spike the last little while I mean?”

“Super fun! He’s a great cook, and its been awesome getting to spend so much time with him.”

“I knew you two would work well together…”

It was nice to hear. Star’s little houseboy was gone every morning before she woke up and back late enough that she barely ever saw him outside of these few visits. It was heartening to know he was getting along well, she felt a bit ashamed having not inquired sooner, but she too had had quite a bit on her mind.

Besides, she had made more or less certain that they would work perfectly together.

“I especially like your little uniforms.”

The matched outfits would probably have been a dead giveaway at any other time, but the sweltering heat of a bakery operating at full tilt was excuse enough for some less…conventional work clothes, and of course the pair embraced the opportunity, as Star knew they would.

There was an enormous V-shaped slash at the top of Pinkie’s t-shirt, extending down her chest and providing a wide-open window to her spectacular assets, her short stature offering a perfect vantage point for anyone who happened by. The shorts were likely similarly… inappropriate, considering they were cut well above their pockets, but it was worth the risk to get a look at her silky-smooth thighs.

Meanwhile, all these qualities were reflected in Spike, his slender young body no less tightly packed into clothes the mirror image of Pinkie’s. The same excess of light, creamy skin on show, minus the aggressive curves, but just as cute for his more than slight femininity.

Pinkie looked down, evincing a rare sign of self awareness, as if noticing for the first time that she was more uncovered than not.

“I guess we might be a little under dressed.”

“Does that ever get distracting?”

The little baker looked up at her, a questioning expression on a face that almost never lacked for surety.

“Wha’d’you mean?”

Star leaned low, matching Pinkie’s eye line and adopting a hushed tone.

“You know what I mean, alone all day, dressed like that, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed him.”

“O – of course not!” She protested; her voice filled with the closest thing to ‘offended’ that she could likely manage. “Spike is like a little brother to me, I-.“

In that moment Star began her game, exerting just a tiny bit of magical energy, shaping her aura into a point little bigger than pin prick and putting pressure on the back of Pinkie’s neck.

“- Can barely go an hour without thinking about his cute little face buried between my legs!”

That was all it took. As easy as resetting a watch but far more satisfying, her own personal ‘slut switch’ built right into her friend’s body. The spot was miniscule, so tiny it would be impossible to be used by anyone unaware of it, but for Star it was only a thought away.

The wait had been maddening, each visit had brought with it renewed temptation, more and more difficult to resist. Yet now things were different, now that they were so close to finished there seemed to be little risk in enjoying herself, just a bit.

“I’m surprised you’ve gotten so much done.”

“Its not easy.” The ‘new’ Pinkie Pie confided; her voice having become something of a low growl. “Sometimes I catch a glimpse of his adorable little cock in those shorts and its all I can think about for the rest of the day.”

As they got closer to the opposite end of the room, the ephemeral instrument dissipated, and with it, the sybaritic woman with whom she had been speaking, leaving Star to snicker to herself at the commentary Pinkie had forgotten the moment the magic disappeared.

“Hey Pinkie, morning Star.” It was a moment to notice they were there, still taken with the simple act of applying trim to the little pastry below. “Here to check in on us?”

“I think she just came by to try some samples.” Pinkie interjected, a mischievous smile on her lips.

“That sounds more like something you would do Pinkie.” Spike replied with obvious suspicion.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about me, I’ve had my fill.” Careful not to miss a beat, Star formed the same tiny implement. “Of food.” She finished with a wink before returning to obliviousness.

“To be honest, I’m just here to get a last look at all of your hard work.” Star intoned.

“W – Well I’m just here to help, Pinkie’s done most of the important stuff.”

Pinkie threw an arm over his shoulder drawing the pair close together. Between their clothes and their height, they really did almost look like the siblings Pinkie saw them as. Spike’s slight reptilian features, the pointed ears and slick green hair were the only things that could be said to giveaway their distinct origins.

“That’s not true at all, he’s been my perfect little helper!”

With a modicum of focus, Star watched as the look of camaraderie morphed into something much more mischievous. Soon Pinkie’s tongue emerged from between her lips and before Spike had even an inclination of what was happening it had pressed itself against his cheek, taking up an errant dab of frosting as his expression changed from quizzical to awkward to ruby red.

Spike recoiled as soon as the sheer oddity of what was happening took hold. “Wh – What are you doing!?”

“I decided I wanted another taste after all.” She responded, just as Starlight relieved the tiny pressure on the back of her neck and the sultry expression melted back to the usual wide-eyed innocence to which her face was accustomed. “What’cha lookin’ at Spike?”

The question was a bizarre one considering barely a millimetre separated the pair, but to the newly oblivious Pinkie it likely felt natural. “I’m – I’m not – I don’t -.”

“I think he might just be a bit nervous to show off all his hard work.” Star interjected, eliciting a look of total confusion from Spike at her nonchalance.

“Spike, you’ve been ah-may-zing! You don’t need to worry about anything!” She took him by the wrist, pulling him ahead. “C’mon let’s give her one last grand tour.”

A reluctant looking Spike soon took the lead, but not before Star pressed on one final time, followed quickly by a loud yelp as Pinkie’s hand took an extended grope of their guide’s tight little ass. In an instant he spun on his heel to face them, but the woman who had taken hold of him was already gone, replaced by one with a sinless smile and an exaggerated wave.

“These-.” He said as they came to the next closest table, an uneasy timbre to his voice as his eyes rested on Pinkie Pie. “These are some of the cupcakes we made for the celebration.”

“They’re super-terrific Star! They melt in your mouth and turn your tongue purple!”

Star couldn’t help but smile at such a delightful little addition, and marvel at the extra effort that must have gone into each and every thing around them.

“I like the little patterns.” Each one of the tiny pastries depicted a different corner of the night sky, beautifully unique constellations, no doubt the result of agonisingly careful work.

She had… incentivised Spike’s concentration of course, but even still his work was remarkable. He most definitely deserved a reward, and he would get it, but only after she had her own bit of fun.

“Well, I did my best, I’m glad you like-.”

“He came up with his own special blend for batter all on his own! Its probably the yummiest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“It seems like you’ve done a great job Spike, I just wish I could try one.”

“I think we might be able to help with that.” From under the table Spike retrieved a tray, set with a series of near identical treats, all showing signs of the same meticulous detail as those they were meant to imitate.

“Pinkie insisted we make extras.”

The small silver tray was soon laid upon the table, with Spike passing a cupcake first to Star, and then, with a slight air of hesitance, to Pinkie Pie. Star, never one to miss pass up an opportunity, once again formed a tiny pin at the nape of her friends’ neck and watched as she reacted in exactly the way her puppeteer had hoped.

The now unrestrained woman snatched at Spikes wrist before he had a chance to withdraw, her tongue coiling around a slender outstretched finger before he seemed to fully grasp what was happening. A pair of plump, pink plips began to draw their way down to its base, her eyes clearly trained on those of her subject, watching him like a hawk as she slowly pulled back.

“You did a wonderful job with these Spike.” Star felt her own chest tighten, remembering first hand what it was like to be in Spike’s position. It was amazing what could be done when that excess of energy was put to good use. The paralyzing feeling of seeing those crystal blue eyes stare up at you with desperate hunger. “I bet they taste almost as sweet as you do.”

Finally, she drew back, leaving one final kiss with his finger tip, everything about her leaving the impression that she was within a hairs breadth of throwing herself over the table at him at any moment.

Then, suddenly, she didn’t.

“What was that?!”

“What was what?”

He turned to Star, looking desperate for any sort of validation, but all he would get from her was an indifferent shrug, leaving him to look down and contemplate his now immaculately polished finger.

Pinkie would’ve hated to be left out of the ‘joke’, but she seemed distracted enough as her teeth sank into the sumptuous snack she now held, Star watching bemused as Spike warily did the same.

It was only as she herself took her first taste that she was swept away from the little game she was playing, her focus torn away from her friends and towards that tiny piece of heaven that rested upon her tongue.

“Star! Lookie lookie!” Her reverie was broken by the triumphant return of Pinkie’s tongue, not to coil around the still perturbed looking boy sat across from them, but instead merely to demonstrate that, just as she promised, it was now dyed a dark shade of purple.

Star couldn’t help but laugh as Pinkies eyes crossed, focused intently as the tip of her tongue met the tip of her nose.

“I don’t suppose you have any other extras lying around here somewhere?”

“One second.”

Spike began to move across the room towards another table, with Pinkie taking the brief interruption to put hands on the couple remaining cupcakes, devouring them with a clear sense of relish.

It was only after their little helper had moved aside that Star realised exactly how high into the sky the sun had risen. Star knew that if she was going to complete her schedule, she would need to wrap up fairly soon.

Spike made his way back to the pair, a new tray in one hand and a saucière in the other. Upon the tray were yet more evidence of the baker’s spectacular talents and efforts. Three plates, each with beautifully arranged fruit tarts set equidistant from one another dotted the silver serving piece, the first of which was placed directly in front of Star, delivered perfectly on her left.

There was something comforting and familiar about having Spike serve her again. Fond memories of him dressed in a pressed-white apron and nothing else flickered to life as he drizzled a thin pink glaze over the assorted fruit.

She looked forward to once again having him at her beck and call, but for now, she needed to be elsewhere, and so she set about adding the final touches to her little check in.

While it was fun watching Pinkie Pie whipsaw between cock-starved slut and her sugary sweet self, there was a point only a few centimetres above her initial target that was useful for encouraging a more lasting shift in composition.

This time the aura appeared one vertebra higher, accompanied by a result akin to an electric shock. It was only there for a fraction of a second, but that was all it took, from here out Starlight knew she could simply watch and enjoy.

Spike made his way over to Pinkie laying the same tiny fruit tart before her and beginning to paint it with the same rose coloured glaze, only to have his efforts stymied almost immediately by when Pinkie twitched. Well ‘twitched’ was of course the wrong word, the movement could scarcely have looked more blatant, with Pinkie practically shoulder-checking the serving dish from his hands.

Nonetheless, it seemed to have the desired effect, as moments later the diminutive party planner was a sticky, gooey mess, the bright pink liquid dripping down the entire upper half of her body.

“Oh my gosh! Pinkie I’m so sorry!”

Pinkie Pie, now somehow even sweeter, was quick to run a finger along the top of her chest, skimming the thick liquid and taking a long, slow taste.

“Don’t worry about it Spike, that’s why we made extra right?”

The high pitch of perpetual excitement had disappeared almost entirely from her voice, replaced by a low smouldering tone that made her intentions obvious to anyone who could hear.

The thin white t-shirt she wore was rapidly changing colour, turning light pink and becoming translucent, to say nothing of the long gash in its upper section where Pinkie’s enormous tits were painted, bright and shimmering in the morning light.

“I – I’ll go get something to clean this up.”

“Don’t worry about it Spike you’ve already done so much to help out, I can take care of it.”

She stretched as she spoke, arching her back and thrusting her chest outward, as close to Spike’s bright red face as she could manage. The sheer effort with which she seemed to exert herself gave the impression her breasts would pop out of their confinement entirely were it not now glued so tightly onto her skin.

“Besides, I think I need to go get changed…unless you think we can finish everything with me all sweet and sticky like this.”

She transitioned to a new position, arms crossed under her chest, her massively overtaxed bra plainly visible through the now brightly coloured fabric.

“No – no it’s fine, go get changed, I’ll just wait with Star.”

“Okie Dokie!” With that she began to bounce her way to the stairs. “Be right back, don’t have too much fun without me.” She intoned before disappearing up the steps, leaving a visibly flustered Spike alone with Star.

“D’you think Pinkie is acting a bit…Strangely?” He asked when it seemed certain that their third member was fully out of earshot.

“Pinkie Pie? Acting Strangely? Perish the thought.” The words dripped with sarcasm and condescension, savouring these last few moments of doubt before her intentions became completely obvious.

“You know what I mean, she seems a bit… different, right?”

Out of the corner of her eye Star saw Pinkie arrive at the base of the stairs with something in hand, careful not to smile too widely as gestured for Star to keep quiet while slinking her way into the kitchen.

“Oh, you know her, its probably just a prank we’re not getting.”

“She’s being a bit more…affectionate than I’m used to.”

He had no idea.

It was hard not to think back on the joys of testing and fine tuning her triggers, discovering firsthand that it was somehow possible for her to be even less inhibited than she already was. Still, seeing was believing, and before working out all of the kinks it wasn’t uncommon for a girls night out to end with a certain well-endowed party planner having bedded half the population of a distant bar, and more than willing to take on the other half as well.

She really was irresistible, everybody liked her, from the moment she met someone she could draw them into her own little world where fun was all that mattered. All Star had to do was tweak exactly what ‘fun’ was to her, and everybody she met seemed to follow along.

“Maybe she’s just excited.” Star finally offered, stalling for just a little bit longer.

“Maybe…”

“Guess Who!” A pair of over eager hands wrapped themselves over Spike’s eyes, leaving him temporarily blind, but of course, Starlight could see everything.

Pinkie had returned from the kitchen, with her final attempt at allure reflecting the same overwhelming energy she put into all of her activities. The practical flats that had served her well in pacing back and forth across the bakery had been replaced with a pair of sapphire blue spikes that propped her up to just below average height. Those were of course the only things left to which the term ‘wore’ could apply.

The skimpy t-shirt and miniscule shorts had been replaced with nothing but a head of whipped cream, spread lightly along either massive breast, the no doubt frigid topping leaving her perky pink nipples peaking out like the cherries on top. A liberal coating of the same icy-white froth was similarly applied just a bit lower, covering the area just above her immaculately smooth lap.

“I hope you have a sweet tooth.”

Spike turned as soon as he was able, eyes becoming wide as saucers the moment he saw Pinkie in her entirety.

“I – I think I need to -.”

Sensing his last bit of hesitance, Starlight was already beside him, having drawn the sapphire pendant out from her pocket and flasheing it before his eyes, stopping him dead in his tracks. The tiny gem on a string brought with it a whole host of memories, the simple trinket had been where all her plans had begun. It was hard to believe all that she had accomplished with the gentle swinging of the little bauble, how it had accompanied her as she bent and twisted her friends towards her desires.

Spike’s reaction, the grinding halt of the entirety of his being, was one that was hard earned, but every one of her friends had been similarly conditioned. A variety of triggers were in place to gently, and not so gently give them direction, but the crystal was still the key that allowed her to tinker under the hood.

It was only a moment later that Star realised Pinkie had been caught up in her little stopping tactic as well, holding just as stock still and frozen as was the object of her attention.

“You never cease to impress Spike.” She murmured to herself. “I leave you with a bit of freedom for just a little while, and you immediately prove why its so fun to taking it away.”

Walking past Spike, Star moved towards Pinkie, making a big show of leaning inward and pinching her cheeks, knowing full well that her audience was utterly vacant.

“I mean who could resist something so sweet?”

Returning to Spike her hand began to slither downward. “But then you didn’t really resist, did you?” As her fingers began to stroke gingerly between his legs, meeting none of the resistance Pinkie had mere minutes earlier. “You know you can’t hide anything from me, don’t you?”

“I know Miss Star.”

Star had missed hearing that.

“Why don’t you undress for me then Spike?”

“Yes, Miss Star.”

Spike complied with a sort of clockwork efficiency, removing the tiny shorts and the trunks beneath in a singular motion, then wriggling out of the shirt with the same dispassionate focus, leaving Star the chance to admire the work of art that stood directly in front of her.

‘Art’ really was the word, having lived with him in the castle for such a long time she was given every opportunity to sculpt him into to exactly what she wished him to be. There wasn’t a single hair below his eyebrows, his skin unblemished, his physique lean and vaguely muscular, but still delightfully delicate, and his adorable little cock stood at perfect attention, undermining whatever protest he had once offered.

“Its been hard not having you around the castle y’know.” She traced a long line up his body watching with delight as he responded with a tiny shiver, exactly as programmed. “But you have done an exquisite job as Pinkie’s little helper.”

“Thank you, Miss Star.”

Starlight took her leave, but just for a moment, dipping into the kitchen and grabbing the first mechanical timer she laid eyes on, before returning to the room to find the pair exactly as they had been left.

With a twist of her wrist she set the ticker, the dial stopping just a hair over sixty-five minutes.

“Listen very carefully Spike.” Just speaking the phrase caused him to perk up, his slit pupils taking on slightly more clarity, his pointed ears twitching to attention.

“You live to bring pleasure to others, to do as you are told, don’t you?”

“Yes Miss Star.”

That part was true even before she had gotten her hands on him. He had been a perfect submissive if ever there was one, taking to obedience like a duck to water, perpetually eager to please and finding pleasure in the simple act of being used and being useful.

“Listen to the ticking for me.” She said, holding it up to his ear. “With each tick I want you to feel something growing inside of you, something different from who you are.”

Star began to circle around him, allowing the time piece to suspend itself in mid air to join the pendant as she moulded the malleable clay of her subject’s mind into something novel and entertaining.

“With each second that passes I want you to feel more and more like the powerful dragon you are destined to be. You are going to feel strong, you are going to feel aggressive, you are going to feel like you can take anything you want, because you can.”

She left him for just a moment, allowing the new thoughts and impulses to swim in his mind.

“And you Pinkie, you’re going to let him, because all you want, all you ever want, is to be fucked and sucked.”

“Mmmmmm.”

“To be used by anyone, anywhere.”

“Yessssss.”

“Because it feels so good.”

“Yesssssssss.”

“Because its so. Much. Fun.”

Star took a step back to admire her work, practically feeling the heat radiating off of her subjects, the edible arrangement that Pinkie wore having begun to melt and dribble its way down her luscious body.

“Wonderful!” She purred, looking over at the still floating timer. “You’ve both got an hour to work with, and when the timer goes off you’ll stop, clean yourselves up, forget all about you’re little bit of fun, and finish the baking, understood?”

“Yes Miss Star.”

“Mhmmmmm.”

“Perfect!” She clapped. “Then let’s have at it.”

It was a moment before life returned to the pair, before the dimness of their eyes turned to something brighter, but once it did, the show began

The pair practically threw themselves at one another, beginning with an aggressively passionate kiss, their bodies bound together in one long embrace, with Spike suddenly wearing almost as much sugar as Pinkie.

Soon, however, the real fun began, as the pair melted to the floor, Pinkie lying on her back, legs spread wide, while Spike’s face buried itself between them with no shortage of enthusiasm.

“How is he Pinkie?”

“Mmmmhe’sSPEC-TACULAR!”

Star knew firsthand that was true, this was as close to his natural habitat as he could come. She knew exactly what that little forked tongue of his was up to, could almost feel his lips upon her as he kissed his way up and down her thighs, leaving pock marks where sweet cream had been.

He worked his way up to her chest and began to suck, one hand pawing and massaging an enormous mound while the other drifted between her legs and explored the dampness that his mouth had left, guided by what Star had come to believe was a preternatural talent for service and pleasure. Pinkie writhed and gasped on the floor, clearly content to let her companion do as he wished, and enjoying every second of it, yet, as the tick-tick-tick of the timer wore on, something began to change.

His movements became less subtle, his touch a little less gentle, each passing second brining yet more evidence of Star’s tampering, until, all at once, it became undeniable.

He propped himself up on his knees, separating himself from his lover, but only briefly. Star watching as his tongue flicked over his lips, savouring the sweet taste of his soon to be conquest and the sweets that had come from her. His fingers dug their way into her soft, supply thighs, and with a single savage moriton, the harmless looking boy flipped the short-stack onto her front.

It was a forcefulness she had never seen in him before, and Pinkie seemed to thrill to the ‘new’ Spike taking charge. His arm reached out from over her back and forced her face to the floor, and as Star moved to the front, setting herself down on her haunches she saw a look of utter rapture, a wide, contorted smile on her lips as her cheek was pressed into the ground, her eyes beaming with animal lust.

“Does it feel good? Being used like this?”

“It – It always feels good Star!”

The ticking continued, the same steady rhythm, barely audible to Star as Spike laid a single powerful slap on Pinkie’s now upturned rear, but she knew that for Spike, it may as well have been the only sound in the world.

“Higher.” He growled, and without a moments hesitation, the candy coated slut complied, her perfect, round tits now mashed against the cold tile of the floor, a low sort of jabbering moan her only sign of ascent.

“You love this Pinkie.” Star purred as Spike made one powerful thrust into his more than receptive host, a light ripple passing through her body as a pair of hands clawed their way into her inviting hips.

“I love this.”

One hand freed itself from the soft meat of her thighs, grabbing onto a tangle of messy, pink hair, and yanking backward, bringing the woman partially upright with a jagged, jerky motion, breasts now hanging beneath her, smeared with what was left of her makeshift lingerie.

“This is the most fun you can possibly have.”

“YES!”

On a whim Star reached out, cupping Pinkie’s face within her hands as long slow thrusts from behind began to rock her forward. Her thumbs wormed their way in between her captive’s lips, stretching them outward into the widest, most mocking smile they could manage.

“I missed seeing you smile like this.”

“Gigigigi.” She gurgled in response, the unintelligible babbling becoming proof positive that pleasure was now all that remained on her mind. The part of her that had been buried as she worked, the part Star had laid within her had no doubt been starved for this sort of attention. Luckily, in only a couple days she would never want for it again.

Star released her grip as the rocking accelerated, the pace becoming more and more feral. The arc of Pinkie’s back looked dreadfully uncomfortable as Spike’s grip on her new ‘leash’ began to tighten, but her face made it clear she didn’t mind. The sound of his continued indulgence in his perfectly pliant toy filled the room as Star rose to full height, running a hand through an enraptured Spike’s hair as she moved to the door.

Her hand met the metal of the doorknob, and she took one last look at the work being done.

“Have fun you two.” She called to the unhearing pair.

The door shut, the lock clicked shut and she was off to see her next little helper

Author's Note

Obedience is Magic?! Never heard of it! (sweats nervously)

This was done as a request for the lovely Superfun which quickly spiraled out of control, so I'm thankful for the patience that went with the obscenely long writing time.

My goal is to put out one a week since they're all mostly written, so (hopefully) see you again next Saturday

And yes, obviously I'm ~~stealing~~ drawing quite a bit of inspiration from the really quite excellent (and tragically unfinished) Obedience is Magic by WindySpirals. The goal was just to put something together with the same basic spirit, but minus all the depth and character that made it so wonderful, hopefully I don't offend anyone with my bargain bin version of a hypno-classic.