The evening after Frosty was banned from equestrian soil, Applejack found herself hopping nervously from hoof to hoof. She hadn’t even knocked yet, as she was still trying to gather, what she even wanted to say when Twilight would answer. However, fate seemed to be very impatient, as suddenly, a purple baby dragon opened the door, seemingly about to go out.

“WAAAH!” Spike screamed, as he saw her. “Oh – oh, euh hi Applejack. You euh… you totally didn’t scare me or anythin’.” He tried to play it cool, but failed miserably.

“Uhh, yeah, hi Spike. Is Twilight home?” Applejack asked.

“Oh, yeah, sure, wait a sec.” Spike said, before turning around and shouting into the treehouse: “Twilight! Applejack wants to see you!”

“What, right now? Uh, okay, tell her to wait, please, I’m coming down in a few moments!” Twilight called back down.

“There. Now, if you’d excuse me, Applejack: I’m going to Rarity’s.”

“Oh really? Wanna pay her a surprise visit or what?”

“Heh, no. Rarity asked me to come by this evening, because apparently she’s had a ‘problem’ for a few nights now and she thinks that only I can solve it.” Spike said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Yeah… sure. I guess… have fun then?” Applejack said insecurely.

“Sure thing, you too!” Spike replied, ignoring or not noticing Applejack’s behaviour and walking off towards Rarity’s.

“Hi, Applejack!” Twilight greeted from inside, as soon as Spike had left. “Spike said you wanted to talk to me?”

“Y-yeah, ah did… can we talk inside? This is gonna be… personal, ya know?”

“Sure, come in!” Twilight welcomed, stepping aside to let her friend in. Both took a seat in one of the reading areas and then, they started to talk. At least, that was the plan. However, Applejack still seemed quite nervous about what she wanted to say, which was very uncharacteristic of the mare.

“Applejack? Is everything alright?” Twilight asked in concern.

“Ah, sugarcube, ya know… No, actually. Ya see ah still don’t know, how ah’m gonna tell ya this, or even where t’ start…”

“How about you start where you first noticed the problem?” Twilight offered.

“That’s exactly it... it was yesterday, during that whole… Frosty-thing.”

This very vague description got Twilight’s full attention. “You mean during the trial? Oh no, please don’t tell me you saw him do something, that would be very bad.”

“No, no, it’s not ‘bout Frosty… it’s about the princess. Ya see, Twi… Ah didn’t say anythin’ back then, but when she said she didn’t know ‘bout Frosty’s death-thing, she… she was lyin’.”

“WHAT?!” Twilight exclaimed. “You can’t be serious, Applejack! The princess would never lie about something like that! Oh, I know, Frosty- no, Frozen Blood must’ve corrupted you too!”

“Ah dun’ know, Twi. It didn’t feel like anythin’ was wrong an’ ah don’t feel any different than normal.” Applejack assessed uncertainly.

“If it were that easy to spot a necromancer’s influence then nopony would ever fall for them, Applejack. In fact, I think I will prepare a magic scan for you right now.” Twilight pointed out.

“Maybe, but… ain’t ya even considering the possibility that th’ princess was lyin’?”

Twilight’s face dropped into a very serious and accusing look. “I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear that. How could you even think something like that, Applejack? Even just suggesting something like that borders on heresy! You know what, I think I should forego that scan and go straight for the cleansing ritual. Come back tomorrow this same time and, if you can, bring Rainbow and Rarity as well, okay?”

“Okay Twi… not that you’re listenin’ anyways.” Applejack mumbled, before hopping from her chair and walking towards the door.

“Good. See you tomorrow then.” Twilight said, her demeanor having suddenly changed back to her regular self.

“Uh, yeah, see you tomorrow…” Applejack dismissed, leaving the Library.

Outside, Applejack found herself yet again face to face with the young drake, only with the roles reversed this time around.

“Oh, hey Spike. So, how did your evening with Rarity go?” Applejack asked.

“Huh, what? Oh, yeah, uhh… She, uhh, her Manedryer broke a few days ago and when she doesn’t dry her mane before sleeping, she gets this really bad case of bedhead, so she asked me to help dry her hair with my flame.” Spike told her, becoming quieter with each word he spoke, until he only barely mumbled loud enough to be heard.

“Ah, seems like ah’m not the only one who got disappointed t’day, huh?” Applejack noted.

“Yeah… wait, uh, no! No, I-I totally never thought she needed anything else, really! I, uh… I’m not… disappointed.”

“Yeah, sure ya ain’t… an’ ah suppose ah shouldn’t be either.” Applejack said to herself, before going back to her home and tried to get some rest.

That night, Applejack didn’t sleep.

In the Royal Palace, Princess Celestia was sitting on her dinnertable, which doubled as her sister’s breakfast. However, her intention wasn’t to eat.

“Sister, are you sure this isn’t a misjudgement? Art thou certain that the necromancers have returned?” Luna asked incredulously after her sister had told her the news.

“Yes, Luna, I am certain. No normal pony could hold out for so long against the whole power of my sun, not to mention that he had admitted to be one himself.” Celestia confirmed.

“A young colt who claims to be a necromancer? Not the most concerning admission we have ever heard. Though, if he really held out against thy sun then he really can’t be a normal colt.”

“Quite indeed. For now, I have banished him from our lands, but I doubt that this will keep him away for long, if he ever even left. As you know, the tracking spell only works on living beings. That’s why I have to ask a favour of you: could you please distribute these to the guard and have them put up in every major City?”

Celestia levitated a stack of papers over to her sister.

“Wanted-posters? I thought these went out of fashion a few hundred years ag---oooo dear, sister, that is quite a large sum, don’t you think?! Ten million bits for the colt himself and one million for every clue that leads to his capture?!” Luna exclaimed. “You are aware that this will undoubtedly spawn quite a few false reports, right?”

“Yes I am aware. However, that doesn’t matter to me. I hate to say it, but the pacifism that I have pursued sadly greatly weakened the overall strength of our ponies. I doubt that anypony will bring any true evidence or even Frozen Blood himself. I merely want to make his face known to limit his options. Maybe this will give us enough time to prepare another plan to fully get rid of him.”

“Ah, I see. Then, I shall distribute these to our ponies and hope with you that we can eliminate this threat.” Luna said, before turning around and going to the Throne Room to start night court.

Frosty was hiding in an alley close to the south gate of Canterlot. He had tried to slip in with the regular morning traffic, but his disguise didn’t hold.

He had actually made it quite far. He managed to remain undetected during the train ride and wasn’t noticed when he left the train either. However, when he left the station, he came to notice that Canterlot seemed to be quite different from what he remembered from the series and the fanfictions. In most depictions, the station was inside the city’s walls, however, this Canterlot’s station was outside.

That was a lesser concern for him, however, as another, much bigger concern came up only moments after. It turns out that Princess Celestia reacted far quicker than originally thought. Posters of his face were plastered all over Canterlot and the guards were passively scanning everypony around them for disguises.

“Alright, I need a new plan.” Frosty told himself, just as another guard patrol passed by his alley – luckily without looking in.

“My original plan to try and find sympathizers among the ponies of Canterlot has fallen apart, so let’s see… The general populace is out of the question, as well as the military and the government, so what remains would be…”

Just as he had that thought, he heard hoofsteps behind him, which got increasingly rapid until he barely evaded a strike from behind.

“Heh, quick little bastard. Say, young colt, where are your parents? Are you lost? I can bring you home if you want… for a few bits, that is.” The young mare said, however her demeanor changed rapidly as she noticed, who she had just attacked. “Oh… oh no, Fr-Frozen B-Blood…” She wheezed, slumping down to her rump and sliding backwards, against a wall.

Frosty meanwhile was slowly following her, with a mad smile on his face. It had formed when his problem basically solved itself with her appearance and the empowering feeling he got from her fear made it stay.

“That is quite right, miss. I am Frozen Blood, the necromancer that even held to the princess’s sun. Oh, but don’t be afraid, I’m not here to hurt you… yet.”

The mare tensed up and started to hyperventilate, while Frosty was still closing the distance.

“You know, I’ve found myself faced with a problem and I think you can help me solve it. You see: everypony knows my name and face, which is quite a hindrance for me if I want to gain some… ‘allies’. However, I am sure nopony would care if I were to turn some criminals, right? Now tell me, where can I find your gang leader?” He asked in a threatening tone, pressing his own face into the mare`s.

“G-Gang leader? I-I don’t know what you mean, I-I’m not in a gang! I—“ A strong slap flew over the mare’s face.

“Don’t bother lying to me. I can see directly into your soul and I know when you are lying. Now tell me where your leader is and I might just let you live after this.”

“W-Wait, you mean if I d-don’t tell you then you’ll… k-kill me?” The mare asked fearfully.

“You are a smart girl, now spill it or I will decorate this alley with your insides!”

The mare let out a panicked squeal, before hurriedly giving an answer. “I-I don’t know where he lives or anything, b-but I know that you can find him every moonday in a club called the ‘Frilly Filly’! There I told you, now pleeeeaaase, don’t kill me.” The mare pleaded miserably and, to her great surprise and relief, Frosty seemingly obeyed.

“Very well. See? This wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

Frosty stepped back from the mare, allowing her to get up again and leave… however, just when she had made a few steps, she felt herself being knocked over onto her back and her legs pinned to the ground.

“W-What?! B-But you said you’d let me go!”

“No, I didn’t. I said, I would let you live. I never said I would let you go.” Frosty reminded her. “You see, a big drawback of my powers is that every time I harm a mare, I get so incredibly… horny.”

Warning: Porn Section
Yadda yadda, 18+, you know the drill, let’s get to the action!

A big, black lance of a horsecock appeared beneath the light gray of Frosty’s coat. It bobbed proudly up and down as Frosty slowly advanced on his powerless prey, girthy enough to put even an adult to shame and hard enough to pierce through steel.

The mare tried to struggle against her invisible shackles, to somehow get away from her assailant, but it was no use. He had already reached her and slammed his forehooves down onto hers. His vile rapestick was poking against her precious virginity one short time, before it was slammed all the way inside in one go.

She drew in a sharp breath as her pussy was penetrated for the first time. The pain of having such a gargantuan beast shoved into such a tiny space was immeasurable, but not nearly as strong as the psychological pain that came with it.

“Help! Pleeeaaase, anypony help me!!!” She cried out, but nopony would hear.

“Fool, did you really think I hadn’t predicted that? Of course I’ve sealed us off with a noise barrier!” Frosty said. “But I’ve got to say, your cries are really turning me on!”

He increased his pace, slamming his monstrous dong right into the mare’s cervix over and over again. Each time he hit, her breath hitched and her stomach bulged.

“Aaah! Please stop! Pleease! I dint wanndo do dis, ah swear! ah just wanned do survivv!” She slurred, the pain making it hard for her to speak.

“Oh you will, don’t worry about that. However, it will turn out a bit differently than you thought it would.” Frosty said, before kissing the mare beneath him.

His tongue entered her muzzle, dancing around the mare’s teeth and scouting out the entirety of her mouth. She, in turn, pulled back her tongue as far as she could and tried to avoid contact as much as possible. She even tried to bite down on his tongue, but she found that her own teeth were held just like her legs were.

Then, she felt something sort of ‘trickle’ into her mind. It was subtle at first, but the effects of it became increasingly more noticeable. The first thing was that she lost control of her tongue. All of a sudden, it just came forward and met Frosty’s in her mouth, exchanging spit like in an actual, passionate kiss.

Next were her legs. At first, she noticed, how they weren’t struggling anymore and then, how he hind legs slowly liftend themselves to wrap around the colt’s back. When they were up, he let go of her forelegs, so they could join as well.

‘N-Noooo! What’s going on?!I-I can’t control my body anymore!’

Last came her voice. Instead of grunting and squealing in pain, she started to moan in pleasure every time he thrusted.

‘No, that isn’t me! THIS ISN’T ME!! What is going on?!’

Frosty pulled back from the kiss, but didn’t stop his thrusting. With her mouth now freed, the muffled moans from earlier now came out fully with her whole voice put into them.

“Well well, seems like you’ve finally come to enjoy this as well.” Frosty said.

“Yes, master~, I am very happy that master chose me! Please, use me as your cocksleeve my master! Let me be your sex slave!” She pleaded.

‘W-what?! What am I saying?! No! NOO! That isn’t me!!’ The mare though, but she had long lost all control, so there was nothing that she could do.

“Sex slave? Oh no, you’re not going to be my slave. I’m going to make you my cumdumpser. I will fill you to the brim with my sperm!”

‘Noo, No, he can’t! I’m in season! I’m gonna get pregnant!!’

“Yes, master, please fill my womb with your seed! Please, I want to bear master’s foal!” The mare pleaded.

“Oh really, well then I will fulfil your wish! Watch out, here it comes!”

“YEEEEES! AAH!”

‘NOOOOOOO!’

Hot sperm shot through Frosty’s cock directly into the mare’s womb, quickly filling it completely with white, hot semen. However, Frosty wasn’t nearly done, so he crammed more and more into her womb. Her belly bloated as if she was already about to give birth and when the pressure continued to increase, his sperm even pressed past his cock and spilled out.

Finally, after the ground beneath them was covered in a white blanket did Frosty pull out, causing a waterfall of cum to burst from the mare’s ravaged cunt. Her legs fell to the ground and her head rolled to the side, with her tongue sticking out.

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Frosty looked at the barely conscious servant he had just created. A few trickles of his ‘gift’ were still spilling out from her, but most of the original flood had subsided.

“Well then, now that that’s been dealt with, I will be heading for this ‘Frilly Filly’ club. Congrats, you will likely bear my foal. Raise it well, you hear?”

“Y-Yes, I will raise master’s foal~. <3”

Author's Note

Yes, I know I said that there were no further rape scenes planned, but... that's exactly it: there were no further scenes planned. This one just... sorta happened while writing.

Also: Commodus pt 2