A light blue aura had engulfed Star's final conquest for the evening, meeting no resistance save for muffled mumbling as the restrained figure began to float through the air.

"You can't do anything right, can you‽ Say it!"

"I - I cuh - can't d-d-do anything ruh - right!"

As she approached, Applejack in tow, there was a brief pang of guilt, to interrupt the duo in front of her, so immersed in their game, felt almost cruel.

Dash had continued to bare down upon her mewling, simpering victim in Star's absence, their circuit of the room nearly complete. Proximity to the finish seemed to have only redoubled the athlete's enthusiasm, continuing to abase and abuse her means of transport with ever greater intensity.

"You fuck up just so I can punish you!" She shrieked.

"Yuh - Yes! Please! I'm so sorry!"

"I'm glad to see you haven't gotten tired of playing with your toy quite yet."

Dash refused to allow Star to cut in, not even turning to face her. Instead, she was utterly absorbed, leaning downward upon Fluttershy, hands crushing her tits together as hard as they could manage while pricking pins and searing heat rippled through the latter's body.

"How could I possibly get tired of it when she makes it sooooooo easy?"

A long stroke of her tongue along the side of Fluttershy's face sent tremors all throughout her chubby, jiggly form, the athlete continuing to delight in the abject discomfort that she could cause this late in their fun.

"Then I suppose you wouldn't be interested if I told you that I had another bit of kit you could amuse yourself with?"

Dash froze, finally turning toward Star, though not quite ready to relinquish her claim upon Fluttershy's delicate flesh.

"What d'you mean?"

A knowing smile upon her lips, Star stepped forward, laying a hand upon an unkempt mop of kaleidoscopic hair. "Look here for a moment."

Their eyes met with scant indication of what it was Dash was meant to be seeing, yet as Star's hand skimmed lightly downward from the top of her head, a nail dragging along her neck, the smaller woman's entire world began to slow. Fluttershy felt the vice-like grip on her loosen, the excited hammering of her rider's heart easing as disappointment began to fill the void where exquisite anguish had resided moments earlier.

"Dash." Star spoke, eyes fixed upon her subject's gazing deeply with fascination into her own. "You have my permission to see and think about Applejack again."

The finger withdrawn, focus returned to the light magenta eyes which turned wide and unbelieving as Star stepped to the side to reveal her surprise.

"Oh, NO WAY!"

Dash launched herself from Fluttershy's back, a streak of rainbow light trailing behind her.

It was only with a fraction of a second to spare that Starlight managed to stop her, a shimmering wall of blue energy erected between she and her pray, giving the magus time to close the distance between them.

"I thought this might get your attention."

"Why's she just lying there?" She asked, face pressed against the mystic forcefield like a child to a toy store window.

Star ran her hand up along the increasingly heated woman's back, massaging her shoulders, savouring the feel of her, lithe and wiry. "She has to."

"What d'ya mean 'she has to'?"

"I mean that as far as she knows she is simply too weak to free herself." Star purred into Dash's ear. "She's too weak to even try." She felt a tremor wend its way through the body she was tenderly kneading. "You could do anything you wanted to her, and she'd just have to let it happen."

A long, low growl escaped Dash's lips, a sound more animal than human that betrayed rapacious and raptorial instincts.

"Can I assume that's the kind of thing you'd be interested in?"

Dash turned to her, literally salivating at what lay just beyond a shield only a millimetre thick.

"You can't be quite as rough with her as you are with Fluttershy..." Her finger once again drew a line down Dash's neck. "But you already know exactly what she likes, don't you?"

"I know what she likes..." A newly dream-like voice rasped back.

"But if you want to unwrap your present, you'll need to do something for me first."

"Yeah - Yeah, sure, whatever." She replied, eyes still glued to Applejack, hog tied and helpless, mind racing with ideas for how best to have her fun.

"See, I know that it shouldn't take three of you to decorate this hall on time, and I know that someone as capable as you could've had it done ages ago if you had a mind to..."

Dash managed to pry herself away for a moment, affecting a sliver of composure as she drew herself up to her admittedly modest height. "What are you saying, Star?"

"I'm saying that until this room is absolutely perfect, she is off limits."

The Wonderbolt turned to face Star, feeling hands still stroking along her smooth, tan skin. The mage pulled her close, enjoying the rare feel of holding someone genuinely smaller than herself in her arms. “Do we have a deal?”

“I knew it…” Dash murmured into Star’s chest.

“I’m sorry?”

“I KNEW IT!”

Dash practically exploded out of Star’s arms, looping through the air before settling a metre off the ground. “I knew a control freak like you would never be so chill about this not getting done on your schedule!…No offence.”

Hovering now, Dash drew closer. “You need me, don’t you?”

Her tiny breasts rose and fell with manic excitement, her nipples rigid, yet still her voice carried the same self-possession and confidence that so defined her.

“You need me to do all this extra work for you, otherwise it’ll never be ready for tomorrow, for whatever it is you have planned.”

Star stood agape; eyes wide in disbelief.

“That’s right you thought I wouldn’t notice, eh? You’ve got us here decorating the throne room, using the back entrance, like we wouldn’t notice you’ve got all the palace staff in that – that big hall thing?”

“The foyer?”

“What - ever! And all this stuff about ‘getting it done early’, what exactly are you planning?”

Looking up at her the change was clear. There was an orderliness to Dash’s mind now, no longer dominated by thoughts of sex, it seemed focus had shifted towards the one thing that she knew felt even better: winning.

“You really want to know?” Star asked, an air of caution to her voice.

Dash moved in, still suspended in mid air, nose to nose with her erstwhile master. “Nah! I don’t really care.”

Suddenly, Dash was behind her again, hovering above Fluttershy, still lying half-prone on the floor. “Truth is, I just want you to know that I know you’re up to something.” She landed with a thud; the air knocked out of her ‘seat’ with a modest squeak at the sudden impact.

“PEOPLE. ARE. TALKING.” The flyer bellowed, pounding Fluttershy’s newly reddened ass with each syllable. “If you make one more sound without my permission, I’ll make you crawl your massive, saggy tits back around the room licking the disgusting mess you made as you go! Is that clear?”

There was a long stretch of silence, punctuated briefly by Applejack’s incoherent mumbling, then shattered as Dash turned and wormed her fingers between Fluttershy’s lips, stretching her mouth into a painful rictus. “IS. THAT. CLEAR?”

“Yesh! Yesh! I’m sho sowwy!”

“Not yet you’re not.” An unnerving laugh to her lips, Dash couldn’t help herself, smiling with predatory delight. “See, Applejack is fine –“

Star quirked an eyebrow. “She’s fine?”

"You know what I mean."

"Do I?"

"I mean she's good - she's great! She's strong, and she's confident -"

"And she's perd'y as a picture." Star added. "And she messes with you. She challenges you. She doesn't let you get away with anything. And now she's right here. Helpless. Ready to let you do whatever you want with her, and all you have to do to have her -"

"It doesn't matter."

Star looked on for a moment, studying her face in an attempt to discern her meaning even as she continued to idly toy with the woman upon whom she sat.

"I know that you think about her. A lot."

"I do."

"Then why -"

"Because that's not what this is about." Dash replied. "This is about you needing something from me."

Confidence was radiating off of her, the sight of Fluttershy’s twisted and pained smile only feeding the flame. “And now that I know you need me, I know that I’ve got leverage.”

“Excuse me‽” Star spat back, storming toward the pair. “You think you have leverage over me‽”

Oozing with imperiousness Dash remained planted, slowly beginning to grind against her ‘chair’ again as if to show her total disinterest in civil discussion.

“I can make you do it. I can make you do anything I want.”

Another climax left fresh cum to drip down Fluttershy’s sides, running like streams along the deep valleys of the woman’s folds. “I don’t think so.” She breathed, glowing with orgasmic bliss.

“I think you put me in charge of this one for a reason.” Her fingers dug deeply into her silent partner’s back, reinforcing her claim to ownership with sharp red marks along her skin, the rolling of her hips accelerating as the larger woman stifled herself. “I bet I have some kinda’ super brain that makes it impossible to order me around the way you do Shy and AJ.”

“Five minutes ago, you didn’t even know Applejack existed!”

“Because I was distracted.” She grunted. “But now that I’m paying attention there’s no way that kinda’ thing will work. That’s why we’re even talking isn’t it? You’re trying to use her to buy me off!”

Star stood speechless, unable to articulate - to even fully comprehend - the extent to which Dash had misjudged her position.

It was her own fault. She knew that.

Leaving her friends with any free will was always going to carry risks.

Mindless, obedient servitude had its place, but anyone could be used for that. The truth was that Star simply preferred having friends to having property…most of the time, anyway. Letting them be themselves, if slightly more agreeable and entertaining versions, was a reward, a sign of affection, and not one that everyone was so lucky to receive.

It just so happened that for Dash, being 'herself 'meant being an enormous brat.

Always thinking herself special, even when she was every bit the same brainwashed toy as the woman upon whom she sat.

There was a more than significant part of Star that respected the way she pushed her luck, the way she took what she wanted, and then took even more.

It was a quality they shared.

Still, it was obvious to Star now that that was part of the problem. Her new adversary, it seemed, fancied herself a queen, sat atop a throne of quivering, moaning, flesh, having convinced herself that the roles couldn’t be reversed with little more than a snap of her fingers.

The thought conjured vivid images in Star’s mind.

The sight of Dash crushed beneath Fluttershy's massive hips, struggling under the larger woman’s weight, reduced to from flying ace to grinding post in the span of a second. The sound of a voice, normally meek and quiet, twisted into something violent and bellicose rang through Star’s ears, hurling cruel insults at a once proud woman, smiling and agreeing with each and every one.

It seemed a fitting punishment, but also an incomplete one.

She had given Dash one of her own personal sex slaves and offered another for the pittance of completing a task to which she had already agreed. Merely making her comply was hardly enough, more important was ensuring that Dash, the ‘real’ Dash learned her lesson.

The thought left her stewing, the part of her that respected the speedster boiled and devoured by a part much more concerned with seeing her put in her place. Eyes upon Fluttershy now, half-mesmerised by the rocking of her lusciously overripe body, a new idea took shape.

Hypnosis and mind control had long since become her preferred method of dealing with problems, but they were far from the only strings to her bow.

As narrow hips continued to roll along the back of the simpering mess beneath, Star came to her conclusion.

If Dash was so sure of her ‘super brain’ and ‘indomitable will’ then she would have the chance to prove their worth. The two of them would see once and for all the extent of the tiny athlete’s dominance.

A nakedly insincere smile forced itself upon Star’s lips, accompanied by a tone to match.

“Fine.”

A gesture for Dash to rise from her ‘seat’ was roundly ignored, the imperious woman instead grabbing hold of Fluttershy’s hair with either hand and pulling back with vicious force. Head jerked backward, a crooked grin on her face, Fluttershy whimpered as Dash ground out yet another climax at her expense.

“I’m not finished with you, you little slut. Don’t think for a second that your punishment is over.”

Reluctantly, Dash released her grip, dropping from her perch to her feet and beginning to make space for Star. As the mage made her approach Dash froze for just a moment, spinning on her heel and laying one final, ferocious strike against Fluttershy’s ass, a ripple flowing from the point of impact across the entirety of her body, like a boulder thrown into a still pond. The loud crack was drowned out, suffocated under of a long, low croak as Fluttershy’s eyes slammed shut, narrowly resisting the urge to fling her hands between her legs, to collapse in on herself like a building in an earthquake.

Still, the animal keeper resisted, holding steady in the same half-prone position as Dash stepped back, hiding a pang of disappointment at the lack of a total implosion.

Star’s outstretched hand helped her to one knee, much of her formerly olive toned skin now bright red with the marks of Dash’s overindulgence. Not that she was one to complain.

“I suppose this must have been pretty confusing to listen to.”

Shy looked past Star to Dash, savage and smiling.

“Don’t think about her, you’re speaking with me right now. You have my permission.”

Her eyes met Stars, and in an instant all hesitation melted away.

“Just a little... I didn’t want to interrupt.”

Cradling the kneeling woman’s head in her hands, Star rested her thumbs upon Fluttershy’s eye lids, gently pressing them closed without resistance or question.

“Listen deeply Fluttershy.” She whispered, her voice tender and loving. “Hear me speak to the parts of your mind that only I can reach, and know that my words are only the truth. You can see and think about Applejack again.”

The hands moved away, Fluttershy’s eyes opening anew. “Oh-oh my.”

“See what all the fuss is about?”

Fluttershy could hardly process what it was she was witnessing.

There Applejack was, trussed up in shiny, pink wrap, laying flat on the floor, broad, powerful muscles flexing and straining, but getting nowhere.

“Y – You did that to her?”

Star helped Fluttershy fully to her feet, staying out of the way as, for the second time, a winged woman became transfixed at the sight of her friend, vulnerable and defenceless.

“She did it to herself, all I did was tie the knots.”

Drawing closer, Star's hands began to caress Fluttershy's legs, drifting up along padded thighs before coming to rest upon an all to inviting ass.

"Don't worry, it's for her own good." Fluttershy quivered and shook with each gentle pass, the tenderness of her skin making even the briefest bit of contact a joy all its own. "You and she actually have quite a bit in common..."

"We... do?"

"Of course! Applejack is strong and tough on the outside, but on the inside all she wants is to be weak and helpless..." Fluttershy felt kiss on her stomach, the tickle of hair nuzzling between her breasts, an odd but welcome contrast with the pain to which she had become so accustomed. "And you - so soft and cuddly -" Star continued, her hands groping and sinking deeply as if to prove her point. "- it's hard to believe you're the same woman who can tame beasts and monsters with only a stare..."

“Hey!” Star’s indulgence was briefly interrupted, her focus broken by the coarse sound of Dash’s whining. “I’m waiiiiiiiiiting!”

Star sighed. "Speaking of beasts!" She grumbled, just loudly enough to be sure Dash heard, though she evinced little sign that she cared. "I think that's something that we may have in common."

Shy stared down, watching as Star's hands played idly with one of her piercings, tugging on the still rigid nub, though more to fidget than arouse.

"I know what's best for people, I always have."

A particularly long tug drew the nipple taught, stretching it just far enough for Fluttershy to delight in the feel of modest discomfort.

"But most of the time they're just too stubborn to listen..." She continued, letting go, then resuming her play. "If I know how to make people happy, if I know exactly where they belong, how they can live up to their fullest potential, be their best selves, don't I have an obligation to make that happen?"

Fluttershy said nothing, sensing this was now more a soliloquy than a conversation.

"Applejack made it easy on me. She let me in, and now look at her."

Shy did, and saw her, really saw her. Every inch of unblemished, taught muscle, quivering lightly in place.

"If you asked her - well not her - but if you asked Applejack, she would tell you she has never felt freer or happier."

Hands slid under breasts like sandbags, hefting them, examining them as one would fine produce.

"You made it harder on me. But you probably don't remember much of that."

Shy's brow furrowed as fragments passed through her mind. A strange recollection, a melange of half-memories and sensations that splintered the moment she tried to examine them.

When her focus was elsewhere, she could glean faint impressions, like portraits hung at a great distance she could just about discern the shape and colour. In one she was wrapped from head to toe in black latex, bound and spread upon a wooden horse, the feel of a lone rounded edge, rough and coarse, wedged between her legs and bringing her to the brink as she was split apart.

In another she was nude, hands folded behind her head and bent over at ninety degrees. A pair of short silver chains hanging from either tit, tiny weights dangling at their ends, her chest begging her to fall to the ground, to offer relief, but her body refusing to oblige.

All the while there was a voice, cool and confident, whispering to her. An odd sensation coming with it, the feeling of recognition, that the voice was familiar even as placing its owner remained impossible. It spoke to her, affirming to her how good she felt, how much better it would feel, describing to her long held secret fantasies and offering new ones that expanded their number. All the pleasure that would be hers if only she would just listen, surrender, and obey.

Yet as she tried to interrogate further, to better understand, her mind faltered.

As she approached these distant yet somehow vivid memories, they shifted before her. Shiny plastic became knitted wool, the wooden horse, her favourite chair. The incessant pull of weights upon her chest turned to the feel of morning sun upon her skin, and the whispers became little more than the din of idle conversation.

"It didn't matter though." Star continued, drawing Shy back to reality. "I knew that in the end it was what was best for you, best for all of us, so I persisted."

Suddenly, the grip on her chest grew tighter. "And now you're all mine."

Fluttershy's legs began to weaken beneath her as Star's fingers dug more and more deeply into her skin. "And you love it, right?"

"Yessssssss." She squeaked.

"It's the same way you deal with your animals, you love them, and you take care of them, you would do anything for them, but you still make sure they know their place."

Magic took hold of Star's hand, her grip going beyond what could be offered by digits unaccustomed to exertion, now clamping down in a manner akin to a vice.

"You give them everything." Star breathed, her hand releasing suddenly and drifting lower, resting upon Fluttershy's tummy. "And all you ask in return is compliance."

Shy gasped as Star's hand fell away, looking down at her, not fully following. Her thoughts routinely interrupted by the sensation of hands now kneading and massaging her belly.

"I've got a favour to ask." She cooed, hands still drawing swirls in the sweat upon Shy's skin. "Two actually, but the first is the biggest."

A tingle ran its way through Shy, wending its way up through her as Star continued to speak.

“I’ve been working on something for a while now, just for you.” Fluttershy felt hands drag along her body, sliding across her sides as Star disappeared to her rear. “It’ll really help me if you go along, but if you feel like you’ve had enough for today th-“

“I can handle it.”

There was a pause, a momentary break in rhythm, the mage taken aback by the instant surety in her subject's voice. Then one more kiss, this time upon her shoulder blade. “I know you can.”

Dash looked on at them, eager anticipation at war with impatience as the pair spoke, desperate to know what it was that Star had to offer.

Taking a step back, the mage’s hands spread shoulder width apart, her eyes closing. The entire world began to fade into the distance, her fullest attention now devoted to the task she had set for herself, and nothing else.

In a few moments it became audible, a faint crackle in the air that grew steadily in volume and frequency with each passing moment. Her eyes open again, Star could see clearly the fruits of her efforts as thin lines of electricity danced between her fingertips, their pale blue light flickering an uncountable number of times in each fraction of a second.

Rapt fascination had taken hold of Dash, looking on in fascination as excitement took hold between her legs.

At the same time, Fluttershy could hear it from behind, the sound approaching, rising in pitch, bringing with it feelings near identical to those of her spectator, though for near opposite reasons.

Expectancy had thoroughly taken hold, her every muscle tensed in preparation for… something. In the cavernous hall the sound was totally inaudible, but as seconds stretched on into eternity the scintillating crackle filled her mind. The delay was always the strangest part. She was never quite sure which she enjoyed more: being kept waiting, perpetually on edge, or the arrival of the punishment itself.

Every moment spent in suspense compounded on the one that preceded it. Knowing that Star was behind her, watching her, with whatever it was she had planned, ready to -.

“AHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!”

Without warning a pair of hands grabbed onto her sides, the feeling of the contact buried in less than an instant by the prompt, unfamiliar jolt of energy, leaping from its source to its new host.

The current rampaged through every cell in her body, the feeling consuming her fully before she even had a chance to react. Every muscle tensed in unison, then released just as suddenly, falling back into Star’s arms, and when those were inadequate, the magic that followed.

“I didn’t know she could get that loud!”

Neither had Star, lowering her to the ground with care even as paroxysms continued to rock her, the occasional guttural groan rumbling out through her as she lay on the floor in orgasmic bliss.

“How was that?” Star asked, the answer already redundant.

“I – I -.” Fluttershy began, but something stopped her, another wave - a tsunami, cresting and crashing over a woman utterly unprepared for their arrival.

Her hands shot down between her thighs as thunder followed Star’s lightning show, arriving far too late, the job already done. The floor beneath her was drenched, a trail of cum stretching well beyond its source, a climax the likes of which she had never felt, rocking her to her very centre.

“Did she just?...”

“I think she did.”

There was no shortage of pride in Star, nothing quite compared to the perfect execution of a spell, especially one she had spent so long perfecting. It was supposed to be a gift, a little something to celebrate once all her plans were well and truly completed, but using it a few days early was worth it to see Fluttershy’s reaction, and even more so to see Dash’s.

The ever-competitive flier was seething, fuming at the idea that Star had managed to inspire a response so much greater than what she had managed.

“I never pegged you for a squirter, Shy.”

“I – I’m -” The woman, flat on her back, spoke in stops and starts between deep, ragged breaths, the same rolling waves that had hit her still coming, though weaker each time, desperately hoping for another one to sneak up and press her over the edge again. “I don’t – I’m not- I – I – I don’t know - ”

“I take it that was something you might want to do again?”

“YES! Y- Yes please, Miss Star, puh-please may I have another?” Shy looked up into Star’s smiling face and felt, her mind immersed in a thick haze of emotion and ecstasy. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever felt before, there was no single point, no sensitive area, instead a deep radiating ache that permeated her entire body.

She wobbled to her feet, Star catching her and offering support even as she begged. “You can do whatever you want with me, please Miss Star.”

“Alright!” Dash interjected; the pair having almost forgotten her presence. “So, you could – you could make it so I could do that?”

“Well, you wouldn’t get the light show…” Her thumb and fore finger formed a new circuit, sparks beginning to dance between their tips, though much more weakly than they had done before. “But now that Shy knows what to expect.” Star’s hand fell upon Fluttershy’s tummy, the weaker current thrumming through her body, spreading out in all directions and turning her legs to jelly as yet more of her arousal gushed down her thighs. “It’s just a matter of whispering in her ear. A few magic words and suddenly you could get the exact same reaction…” Her hand pulled away to the sound of yet more mewling and whimpering on Fluttershy’s part. “If that’s what she wants, that is.”

“I guess if you made it so I could do… that, I could maybe throw some decorations around.”

“Oh really? You’ll ‘throw some around’? That doesn’t sound like a fair deal to me, what about you, Shy?”

Still wobbly, unused to being in the middle, Fluttershy merely squeaked. “I – I don’t…”

“If you promise to do a good job, you’ll get your rewards later.”

“Star! I’m hurt! Do you really think I’m the kind of person who would put off hard work just to play with a couple of new toys?”

Star glowered, almost offended by Dash’s transparent affectation. There was brief consideration paid to making sure she did as she was told, but someone was about to take care of that on her behalf.

“I think you need someone here making sure that you don’t, and since Applejack is a bit… tied up.” Star turned to a pensive looking Fluttershy. “I’ll be trusting you to make sure things get done properly.”

The statement hung in the air a moment. Lost upon the teal-eyed woman for whom it was meant.

“W-What! I can’t – how will I?”

“It’s easy, Shy. Just tell her that until she makes this whole room immaculate, to your satisfaction, she doesn’t get to lay a finger on you.”

Both parties looked non-plussed at the suggestion, one with accents of worry, the other, frustration. The puppeteer, however, persisted, plying the reluctant woman into tentative action with little more than a reassuring grin.

“D – Dash you…” She felt her entire body freeze mid-sentence, paralysed and unable to continue, to Dash’s not even faintly disguised delight.

Star, however, was far less intimidated.

A platform of solid air, bound together with magic, took shape under her feet, lifting her up off of the ground. Wrapping arms around her, sinking into her pliant curves, Star wrested her chin on Fluttershy’s shoulder, rocking her gently from side to side, and began to whisper.

“Look at her Fluttershy, the hunger in her eyes, that wet patch between her legs…” Star could actually feel the woman’s heart accelerate but kept the same gentle sway. “She wants you. She needs you.”

Star’s eyes met Dash’s, the latter’s displeasure now more than obvious. Her little brat was on the brink of a tantrum, but still Star continued, quietly cooing reassurance into Shy’s ear.

"She's like an animal in heat, Shy. We both know what I want is for the best, but she's too distracted to see it."

Back and forth the pair rocked, slowly and steadily.

“And now we're losing precious time arguing about it.”

Basking in the glow of Dash’s white-hot fury.

“It's for her own good, Shy. Help her understand her place.”

“Rainbow Dash!” The chubby woman yelled, the authority in her voice taking all parties by surprise, though none more so than herself. “Until you finish your work I am in charge!”

A pit opened in the athlete’s stomach, a feeling, sudden and terrible, swallowing her whole. It was the sort of sensation she could only recall faintly, images of a stern adult chastising a small child running through her mind’s eye.

“You won’t get to lay a single finger on me until I am satisfied that every single balloon and streamer is hung perfectly. Is that understood?”

Dash looked at the pair, seeing in one an uncommon kind of determination, and in the other, an ebullient, mocking joy.

“I couldn’t have put it better myself.” Star murmured, still enjoying the feel of Fluttershy’s softness against her.

“I’m going to paddle your fat ass raw for saying that.” Dash spat.

A thrill ran its way up Fluttershy’s spine at the threat, there were few things that she would like better, but she made sure not to show it. Not now anyway.

Escaping from Starlight’s grasp she drew up to Dash, standing almost twice her height, and, for the first time, actually feeling like it. The well-padded woman was naked now, the few scraps that she had worn earlier torn and disposed of ages ago, slick with sweat, cum, and saliva, but in that moment, she truly felt intimidating.

“Maybe.” She hissed. “But only if you get your work done first.”

Star could scarcely put to words how good she felt. The sheer pleasure of seeing the woman whom she had so thoroughly spoiled finally being taught some much needed humility.

As the pair stared each other down it was hard to imagine the roles they had occupied only a few minutes prior, and harder still to decide who would be first to yield. Dash, steely eyed, but clearly nursing a wounded ego, or Fluttershy, determined but unused to the influence she now sought to control.

It was a question Star desperately wanted to be answered, though as luck would have it she didn’t need to wait long.

“Fine…” Dash replied through gritted teeth. “I’ll do the stupid decorations.”

Triumph swelled in Starlight’s chest as smug satisfaction drained from Dash’s face, quickly replaced with something more renitent, as she struggled desperately to retain some semblance of her oh so important ‘cool’.

Turning on her heel and facing toward the decoration table she began to rise into the air, only to freeze a second later as Fluttershy’s voice once again pierced the air.

"Wait!”

Turning to face her, Dash saw Shy, arms crossed over enormous breasts, a look of discontent upon her normally gentle features.

“I want an apology.” Star practically choked on thin air, snickering as Dash’s face twisted itself into something devoid of her usual unshakable confidence.

“What‽”

From over Fluttershy’s shoulder Dash saw Star, grinning widely and waving in her direction.

“You cannot be serious! What could I possibly have to apologise to you for‽”

“You were rude to Star, you argued with me, and you wasted both of our time.”

“Any time that you spend doing something other than making me cum is wasted time.” She spat back. “I’m not apologising.”

There was a moment’s hesitation, a flicker of doubt, but as her eyes roamed Dash’s body, it began to fade. The signs of receding dominance were something she had grown accustomed to seeing in her animals, the look of realisation that came when one knew it was no longer the alpha of its pack. In the rapid rise and fall of Dash’s tiny breasts, the insecurity in her eyes, it was all there, plain as day, in need of only one final push.

“I understand.” She replied, turning back towards Star.

She could feel the eyes upon her as she walked away, transfixed upon the sway of her hips as she moved. Dash would always be her alpha, submitting to her was something that she did gladly and without resentment, but Star had opened her eyes to something. There was more to herself than she had realised, and certainly more to Applejack than she had previously considered.

Now at Star’s side, turning to face Dash once again and seeing her as she was in this moment, confused, upset, and perhaps even vulnerable, it was hard not to think that there might be more to her as well.

“I don’t want you to set up that electric thing for her.”

Dash’s eyes went wide while her stomach fell through the floor.

“Not until she learns some respect for other people’s time.”

“Oh really? Are you sure Dash will be okay with that?”

Shy turned to face an absolutely livid Dash, making a point to keep perfect eye contact with her as she spoke. “I don’t care what that inconsiderate brat is okay with.”

Arms slung themselves over Star’s neck, pulling her close, her face buried between unimaginably soft mounds on either side. “You, however, can do it any time you want.”

Star’s own arms returned the favour, wrapping themselves around her partner as best they could, sinking into her sides, and sliding along her back.

“You can do anything you want with me.”

Almost dancing with one another, the pair maneuvered, careful to give Dash the fullest view possible of everything that she would be missing.

“Anything you want, any time you want, I’m all yours.”

Star hardly needed Fluttershy’s permission in that regard, but then, it wasn’t really for her benefit. They could feel it, both of them. Jealousy and humiliation coming off from behind in violent waves, as they continued to circle in place.

Star’s hands slid downward, groping, sinking, and disappearing almost entirely. “What if I want to paddle this fat ass of yours?” She half mumbled into Fluttershy’s suffocating chest.

“That’s what its there for.”

“Or drag you across the room by your cow-tits?”

Fluttershy smirked, adding a wiggle to her over-wide hips. “Star, that’s the kind of threat I’d expect from Dash. I know you can do better.”

Fluttershy felt Dash’s eyes upon her, boring holes through her, needing only a little shove further.

“In fact, I’ve got some ideas that I know Dash could never manage.”

“ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT!”

Neither bothered to turn, to even acknowledge the outburst, simply continuing to turn in place, enjoying the feel of the other’s company.

“Did you hear something Star?”

“Mmmmmm, not a thing Fluttershy.”

“I’M SORRY, OKAY?”

The pair stopped in place, peeling apart, though only barely, so that Fluttershy could more fully see the contrite look on Dash’s face.

“For what?”

A long sigh passed from Dash’s lips. “I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

A few strides brought the taller woman over to the athlete, her hands falling lightly upon the athlete’s shoulders. “And Star?”

“I’m…” Dash paused, the words trapped and jagged in her throat. Fluttershy moved to her rear, her tummy pressed against Dash’s back, the weight her massive breasts sitting upon her shoulders as tender hands massaged her upper back.

“You’re so close Dashie, just say the words.” Her hands continued to rub the smaller woman’s taught, toned body, dancing along her stomach before settling between her legs. “I know you want to.” She whispered as her fingers began to massage the space between Dash’s thighs. “It feels so good to submit Dashie.” Her voice was kind but forceful, her movements purposeful and direct. “I know you want to be a good girl for me, for us.”

The feel of her touch upon Dash as fingers spread her slit wide was of a different character entirely. The same digits that had brought her to completion innumerable times in the past no longer felt as if they were dedicated to her pleasure alone. They teased and lingered, aware of exactly how to bring Dash to climax but opting instead to keep her in a constant state of suspense.

“And if you behave yourself, I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

“I’m sorry for wasting your time Star!” She blurted; the words more escaping than being spoken.

“That’s my good girl.” Shy cooed, her fingers withdrawing to the sound of needy whimpering. Moving back to Dash’s front, the pair bathed in the silence of the room around them, save for Applejack’s muffled gasping and half-hearted thrashing. In the tranquility Shy felt at home, a hand stroking prismatic hair that refused to lay flat, its owner, equally recalcitrant, choosing to look everywhere except into the taller woman’s eyes.

“That felt good, didn’t it?”

The silence persisted, though now punctuated by the sound of Star’s slow approach.

“I think I’m starting to see why you like being in charge so much…” Her voice was a whisper, the temporary sternness now a distant memory, replaced with her usual overflowing sweetness. “And I think you might be learning something similar.”

Dash’s eyes met hers, briefly, then darted away.

“I think we may need to rethink our little dynamic going forward, how about you?”

An awkward croak was the only reply, a sound Dash had never heard herself make as an inferno spread across her face.

Still unwilling to meet Fluttershy’s gaze, she felt a peck on her cheek, and the long drag of a tender hand along her well-muscled back.

Another bizarre vocalisation, this one more a squawk than a croak, left Shy’s smile to grow wider and sweeter. A gentle press of her hand turned the mute around, her eyes upon all the work that had been left unfinished.

“Now, get to work.”

Dash yelped as she felt a slap on her ass. “If you’re not done soon, Applejack and I will have to get started without you.”

Dash began to ascend, looking over he shoulder one final time, meeting Shy’s eye and breaking away, a sheepish and uncertain look still plastered upon her face as the pair below waved her on.

“That was pretty impressive.” Fluttershy felt a hand begin to dig into her side, followed swiftly by an electric jolt that buckled her knees and further irrigated the floor beneath her.

“Thuh – thank – y-y-you.”

Fluttershy, once again on the floor, wading in a puddle of her own juices, felt the hand move, now resting on the top of her head, stroking along her long, silken hair.

“Think you can keep her in line while I'm away?”

“Yuh – yes, I – I can do it, if that’s – if – if that’s what you want, I’ll d - do it.” Star felt the larger woman nuzzle up against her thigh, her body pressed against her leg.

“That’s my girl.” The hand, still upon Fluttershy’s head, took hold of the long pink locks, magic producing a new current, though a far less aggressive one, as a tug upon them lead her forward.

“I’ve got a bit of a busy day tomorrow.” Star mused as the pair arrived the nearby decoration table. The sensation had already begun to take hold of Fluttershy, a dull tingle flowing from from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, all the woman who held her reigns took hold of a scrap of paper and a pen.

"But you should be free."

The pen scratched its way along the sheet, jotting down a few lines before being laid back down upon the table.

"Because you have been such a good girl, and because I know I can trust you, I'm going to leave you with this."

Fluttershy groaned as energy continued to pour into her, barely managing to remain off of the ground.

"If Dash decides to give you any trouble, or if you want to just have a bit more fun with her, just do what it says on here."

Her face screwed up in a crooked, awkward smile, the paralytic sensation continuing to run through her, there was little Fluttershy could do to offer assent, managing only to moan, leak, and enjoy.

"Applejack is another matter. She's been a good sport, and I'd hate to see her left out..."

"Guhhhhhhhhhhh"

"So, I need you to make sure that she has a good time. There’s some suggestions and instructions here for that too, Alright?"

"Al - Arr - Argilth."

Her hand released Fluttershy’s hair, the woman beneath her falling flat to the floor, still groaning and lightly twitching.

"Dash has everything you need to know rattling around in her head, and now you know exactly how to ask her for it."

Wobbling back to her hands and knees again, Shy found Star waiting on her haunches to meet the still quivering woman’s gaze. As a blue pendant appeared between them Shy’s eyes were drawn in instantly, locking magnetically to it just as she had earlier in the evening, still every bit as susceptible even in her current torpor.

"The three of you have tomorrow free, which means that you'll need to find some way to keep busy..."

The gem swung back and forth before Fluttershy's eyes, dragging them along with it from one side to the other.

"Until tomorrow evening, you will remain in this state Fluttershy. You will not return to your 'waking self' until the day of the party. You have my permission to use the triggers on the paper to do the same to Dash and Applejack. Do you understand?"

“Yusssssssss…”

"Atta' girl." A shimmering blue light began to take hold of Star's body, her destination, her bedroom in the castle, appearing as clearly as day in her mind's eye. “I’ll see you in a couple days!” She chirped as the throne room began to disappear from in a haze of blue. “And don’t forget to have fun!”

Then, in a flash of light, she was gone.

"Star!" Applejack cried out to the open air, her own wadded shorts having finally been pulled from between her lips. "Star! Please! I'm beggin' ya! Please don’t!”

She felt the makeshift blindfold come undone, her bleary eyes staring into partial darkness and empty space. Still hardly able to move, she surveyed what little of her surroundings she could manage, searching for any sign of the woman who had bound her but finding none.

“Hi, Applejack.”

The farmer stopped just short of a shriek, biting her tongue and just barely managing to remain silent. The air before her, empty a second earlier, was now a woman, quickly recognised to be Fluttershy, looming over her still prone body and smiling sweetly.

“Can you see me now? I hope I did that right.”

“Shy…?”

“Oh! So, you can see me! I was worried, Star’s handwriting is a bit hard to read and-“

“Star? – Star! – Shy! Y'gotta help me! Star - Star's gone crazy - she tied me up! And - and -"

The smile only grew wider as Applejack more fully examined the woman in front of her. Even in the darkness of late evening it was clear something was amiss as the faint outline of pert nipples pressed against a hoodie zipped not even up to her navel.

"Shy?"

"Mhmmmm?"

"Why're ya' – why’re ya lookin’ at me like that?"

A hand reached out across the darkness, caressing a freckled cheek. “Star and I have been talking…”

Applejack groaned as any flicker of hope was smothered while Fluttershy’s voice took on a hint of wistfulness. “Well, she talked. I listened.”

"Shy, listen t'me. Y'can't trust Star, she - she's outta' her mind. Look'it what she did t'me."

"I know, Applejack. She's made a bit of a mess of you, hasn't she?"

The larger woman fell to her knees, leaning over Applejack so that her stomach pressed briefly to the restrained woman’s face. While Fluttershy fiddled with the knots that held Applejack’s wrists and ankles in place, the latter, pressed into the former’s tummy, could not help but recognise the overwhelming scent of arousal that lingered on her skin.

“Is that better?” She asked as limp limbs fell to the floor with a mild thud, including a neck no longer able to keep her head upright.

“Not quite.” Applejack muttered to the floor.

“Just a second. We’ll get you all fixed up.”

“We?”

Applejack felt hands upon either shoulder, rolling her, limp and unresisting, onto her back. Expecting to see the distant, arched ceilings and intricate murals of the throne room’s ceiling, she instead found magenta eyes peering back at her.

“Hi, AJ!”

In an instant, her green eyes shrank to pinpricks. “D – Dash?”

The expression on the athlete’s face was easily recognisable, mirroring that of Shy’s though slightly warped. A smug, smarmy grin, that stretched from ear to ear and eyes that gleamed with condescension.

Tender hands that Applejack recognised to be Shy’s propped up her head and laid it softly upon folded, pillowy thighs while Dash joined her on the floor. Her smile expanding as she went.

“I just want you to know that I think it’s adorable that you have a little crush on me, AJ.”

“I – I do not!”

Dash put hands to Applejack’s stomach, sending a quiver rushing through her and searing her freckled face scarlet.

“You don’t need to lie to us Applejack. Star made sure that we knew everything we needed to before she left.”

“Star’s a liar! She did somethin’ t’me! T’us! We gotta –“ Applejack’s protest melted into a long, but conflicted moan as Dash once again put her hands to use, running up along her torso and brushing lightly along her chest.

“That – that wasn’t because of you!”

Dash snickered, leaving Applejack to turn redder still. Too weak to even crane her neck upward she was left at the wonderbolt’s mercy, unable to do anything except stare into Fluttershy’s kind but unnerving expression above her.

“I always knew how awesome I was, but I didn’t realise you knew. Getting all tied up just to get my attention was a nice touch by the way, good to know my new pet knows her place.”

“I did nuhhhhhhhhh.” Dash’s hands went low again, spreading Applejack’s thighs apart. “I am nahhhhhhhht.” She half protested as a single finger brushed along her slit. “Stop doin’ that!

She laughed. “I’m hardly doing anything! You must really have it bad for me. You cum almost as easy as fat-tits overthere-.”

Dash froze as Shy’s eyes, now narrowed to slits, met her own, and her kind expression turned sour.

“I – uh – sorry – I meant – I’m sorry Shy – Miss! Shy!”

Geniality reimposed itself upon Shy’s features. “That’s alright Dashie. You’re still learning your place after all.”

The contrite expression on Dash’s face faltered, though for only a split second.

“Oh, and Dash. Rainbow Crash.”

Dash’s eyes lost focus, beginning to blink unevenly, as her mouth fell open and her tongue lolled out.

“She means well. But we both know if I let her get away with anything she’ll just keep pushing her luck.” Fluttershy told Applejack, still taken off guard by both Dash’s profanity and her current state of being. “First rule of training a new pet: setting boundaries.”

“Pet…?” Applejack asked as Shy’s fingers brushed blonde locks from across her forehead.

“I know you belong to Star, but she’s decided that I can have you until the party-“

“I don’t ‘belong’ to anyone!”

“Oh, of course you don’t, Applejack.” She cooed, her tone thick with insincerity. “You’re far too strong to belong to anyone. You make your own decisions.”

“That’s – That’s right.”

“It’s a shame too, I think you’d be just perfect, and you know how I love to spoil my pets.”

Shifting her weight slightly, Fluttershy propped Applejack up, offering a glimpse of a still docile Dash. “Look at her. She belongs to me – for now anyway. If I said something like: ‘Make Applejack cum.’.”

Suddenly Applejack felt it. Dash’s lips upon her, first sucking on her clit then moving lower, her tongue pressing to her slit as if to taste, then beginning to outright devour her.

“Shy – puh – please.”

Another climax overcame her, Dash’s face soon splattered with cum though continuing apace with her proscribed duties.

“I don’t – don’t.”

“I know Applejack, you don’t want this.” She murmured, hands massaging Applejack’s temples. “You don’t want to be laying here, totally helpless as Dash eats you out, but there’s nothing you can do.”

“There’s – There’s noth-“ A haze upon her mind Applejack struggled to follow, bathed in the glow of incessant stimulation and numbing relaxation.

“You don’t want to be my little pet the way she is, no matter how good it makes you feel, but you don’t have a choice.”

“I don’t…“

“It’s not your fault. You want to escape, you want to run, but you already know Star is in your head, and you don’t know what she’s capable of. If you tried to get away things might get even worse for you.”

“That’s – that’s.” Another climax broke what little concentration she had managed to muster, leaving Fluttershy with free reign over an increasingly malleable mind.

“So maybe it’s for the best if you just pretend to be my little pet, just for a while, until you figure out what your next move should be.”

“Pretend…?”

“You’ll do as I say.” She was quick to clarify. “Dash and I will make sure of that.”

Through the dense fog that clouded her thoughts Applejack managed to muster a sliver of concentration.

“I’ll make sure she keeps a close eye on you. At least until I’m sure you’re properly trained that is.”

“I – I don’t know…”

Her hands once again idle, Fluttershy snapped, drawing Dash’s attention. “You don’t have to. I know exactly what you need, Applejack. I know what’s best for you.”

Fluttershy tapped her finger to Applejack’s forehead, then pulled it back, sensing the sudden shift in her thrall as sorely missed strength returned to her body. “Crash, stop.”

The still scattered woman took heed, rising to her knees as cum and saliva dripped from her lips to her tracksuit.

“Go on, Applejack.”

The farmer rolled to her side, the feel of her own body somehow foreign after having been detached for so long. As she found her footing she was soon joined by Fluttershy, standing before her.

“Now, why don’t you get yourself dressed. Then we can head back to the hotel.”

Still uneasy on her feet, the farmer spied her clothes, neatly folded and off to one side.

“Okay…”

In the blink of an eye, she was covered again. Mostly anyway. Her jeans were a shredded mess but were still better than going out in her shorts. Though next to a practically topless Fluttershy and Dash, dressed but drenched, it was hard to know if anyone would notice.

Then, like a tonne of bricks it hit her.

She was thinking of leaving with them. She had a chance. She was free. She felt like herself again. The only woman who could stop her was still sat on the floor, a burbling mess, leaving her to wonder why it was that she wasn’t already running?

“Come along, Applejack.”

Fluttershy beckoned her with a crooked finger, and like a toy on a string she felt herself pulled towards her.

With each step she envisioned herself blowing past the pair and rushing toward the towering marble doors, yet in her mind’s eye the result was clear. She would make her attempt, but something would stop her. Her body would betray her, or she would blink and find herself at Fluttershy’s feet, just as had happened with Star hours before. Her strength would be ripped from her body, followed swiftly by her clothes, and Dash would be upon her, bringing her to climax simply through touch…

She shook her head. She wouldn’t let that happen. Wouldn’t let herself be humiliated like that.

She arrived before Fluttershy as instructed, the chubby woman looking her up and down. It was hard not to notice the look in her eyes. An odd gleam that gave the impression she was being evaluated or studied.

She was just playing along of course. Only until she could find a better opportunity. But if Fluttershy ordered her to bow, or to present her wrists to be bound again, she would have to do it…obviously.

Fortunately there was nothing so dramatic. The pink-haired beauty content to ask only a simple question. “Are you going to be my good girl, Applejack?”

A smile forced itself across her lips. “Yes… Miss”

Fluttershy smiled and turned. “Oh, Crash!”

The vacant eyed doll stared back at the pair, awaiting instruction. “Back to normal, please.”

Another series of uneven blinks ensued, followed shortly after by an embarrassed groan as Dash returned to reality.

“We’re going.”

Dash was quick to her feet, though still reacquainting herself with the waking world.

“I want you to keep a close eye on her.” Fluttershy ordered, gesturing towards Applejack. “You have my permission to do whatever you need to to keep her in line.”

A look of predatory delight blossomed in Dash, matched by an electric thrum that ran it’s way all throughout Applejack’s body.

She would get away… she just needed a bit more time.

Author's Note

Yah, so this is still happening I guess...
Sorry for the lack of hypno in this chapter, there will be a great deal more in the next bit.

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