“FREEZ-” Twilight’s shout died on her lips as the magical target she’d centered her tactical teleport on came into focus. The crackling knockout spell on her horn dying as the unicorn stallion in front of her twitched suddenly, his eyes rolling back and foam beginning to come out of his mouth, before he collapsed to the mine-floor in a heap. “W-what? What the hay just…”

“Ahem,” Luna’s voice drew Twilight’s ears in a flicker, the purple alicorn’s head quickly catching sight of the night Princess’s form standing triumphantly over the catatonic unicorn. Luna had teleported with her. “Princess Twilight, I’ve handled this one… I believe those two may still require your attention.” She nodded over at the grunting, straining collection of bodies. “...perhaps even all four. Remember the effects the love poison might have!”

Twilight whirled on the remaining conscious ponies in the room. Her nose rankled with the raw, fog-dense, stink of sex in the air. Twilight blushed, a deep crimson flooding across her face.

She’d read plenty of smutty books. She knew the anatomy of ponies inside and out too. Hay, she’d even held hooves with a stallion. She was a grown-up mare! Nothing should embarrass her!

And yet her eyes felt like they were burning with shame, like the very photons striking her retinae were shamefully poisoned with the taint of the excessive lewdness before her. She couldn’t help but cover one eye with a hoof, looking away so that she would only keep the debauched sight in her peripheral vision.

There were… huge stallionhoods… in every orifice! Every one!

And the juices!

She’d have to write a corrections letter to the encyclopedic references she’d studied -- these voluminous quantities must have been many, many standard deviations above what she recalled reading! They were literally waterfalling off of edges into pools on the ground.

“Twilight? Shall you arrest them? Or should we?” Luna asked, one of her eyebrows arching. She was looking at her with amusement.

“N-no! I’ve got this!” Twilight instantly snapped the two knockout spells out of her horn, impacting the two bruisers, both of whom were still groaning in mid-orgasmic thrusts, still blissfully unaware of the raid and their capture as they were struck. No-pony, not even Celestia herself could have shot those spells off so quickly and accurately.

Twilight grinned to herself with pride, blowing air out of her lips to cool the red-hot tip of her horn… before her cheeks once again turned just as red-hot as the thaumically-burning hornspell.

Her two huge captives fell bodily to the floor, unconscious. Both of them… disconnecting from their partners as they did so.

*POPPOP*

The strange sound effect came in rapid succession, like somepony had just pulled two suction cups off of a window at nearly the same time: the two huge flares had both sprung free from the tight, fleshy confines that had vacuum-sealed them moments before.

“Holy Princesses.” Twilight grunted, once again trying not to look… while ever so clearly looking...at the two massive, bobbing, stallionhoods that protruded up from her two arrestees, both now prone on the floor… “Those are… um… wow… sheesh…”

Twilight struggled to find words, eyes flicking to and from the two huge, still-spurting flagpoles. She felt like a little filly: embarrassed to look… but also too interested not to. She didn’t know they got this big!

And this… spurt-y.

The two fat stalliondicks continued to spurt out geyser after geyser of thick cream, adding to the mess of the sexual-wasteland that was underneath the table.

“Uh… so…” Twilight stammered, finally able to draw her eyes back to the mares still bound to the tabletop, “Girls!” She shouted, partly in genuine concern for their condition, partly in sheer relief that she had something to distract her from the shocking size of certain parts of the criminals littering the ground.

Twilight’s magic was the best in the business when it came to the type of skillful and high-speed manipulation required to undo all of the various buckles, belts, masks and gags that adorned the two mares. Twilight smiled proudly at herself, noticing that even Luna whistled softly at how the Princess of magic was able to pop the two ponies free of their bindings in under a second.

Twilight only just managed to stifle sticking her tongue out as she tossed the ‘well-frosted’ leather accoutrements. Even tangentially, through the telekinetic field, it made her feel… grimy.

“Girls! Are you OK?” Twilight asked, hoping for the best but fearing the worst. At least Bon Bon and Lyra would be able to see and speak again, freed of the S&M bindings that had adorned them. If only Twilight could have staged the raid sooner!

“Mmmm…. Y-yesh…”

“M-more…”

Twilight blinked, seeing the faces of the two mares. Her heart breaking in her chest. Neither really seemed to be all there -- both sets of eyes filled with heart-shaped irises, each dilated to different levels. Both mares groaned and writhed, their plots still shaking, grinding against the invisible stallions that they still so blatantly desired.

They’d been poisoned.

“Oh… oh no.” Tears began to form at the corners of Twilight's eyes.

“Princess Twilight!” Luna’s bark brought her back. “Despair not! ‘Tis not the same foul strain of poison that afflicted our Captain Stalwart in his padded cell. I sense a different… taste to this strain.” Luna trotted over, looking down at the two mewling, incoherent, batter-covered mares. “I believe they can be salvaged.”

Twilight blinked, looking down at the absolute mess of dripping, drooling gaping plotsides… whining, plaintive, begging mouths, and love-crazed gazes. “R-really?”

Luna nodded, assertively.

“But first, they must be cleaned.” Luna shook her head. “Preferably with a fire hose.”

Months later.

Bon Bon trotted down Ponyville’s main street, a noticeable spring in her hooves. The late-fall sun sparkled with a final, welcome radiance. A last gasp of warmth, a final afternoon of happy outdoor comfort before the start of the long dark.

Today is a good day!

It had been a tough summer for both her and Lyra.

After… ‘the incident’... the two had been in quite a sorry state. Even now, remembering the treatment facility, the padded cell under Canterlot castle, the psychiatrists and psychologists and neurologists and thaumatologists brought a shudder to Bon Bon, a little twinge of PTSD.

They were the very best on the planet, but being poked and prodded when you’re in such a state of wanton, rehabilitory addiction just adds trauma onto the burning, driving need.

Bon Bon had heard of addiction before -- whether chemical or magical... had heard of ponies losing everything for just ‘one more taste’ of their panaceaic bane. But she could never have imagined just how bad the reality was. Especially when that burning need was for dick.

And cum.

And rutting.

Bon Bon giggled, letting the little ripple of excitement spill through her neural pathways. Even thinking the words still brought sparkling bits of joy, so poignant she felt it through her cutiemark.

For a while, the experts had despaired that she and Lyra felt such a strong, burning pull toward even the concepts of sex. Even a full-power blast of the elements of harmony to cleanse them of the effects of Quantum’s diluted love poison was insufficient to purge the deep, thrumming chord within them… demanding sex.

The therapy had just made it worse. Physical, mental and magical sessions all left Bon Bon and Lyra feeling guilty, empty, awful. Their time at the Canterlonian detention facility was a nightmare.

Sure, there had been a few bright spots.

Seeing Celestia’s chosen punishments carried out on their assailants had been a closure, in a way. Seeing Trunch and Crunch teleported into the bowels of Tartarus had been strange: on the one hoof she still felt a slight pull, a tiny tug, of desire for her former lovers… especially for the equipment she knew they packed, under those orange jumpsuits… on the other hoof, knowing that they were both completely out of reach for the rest of their lives helped her to shut that door in her mind, and move on.

Nopony knew what had happened to Quantum. He was technically brain-dead, the medical examiner’s report showing that his cerebral expiration had occurred at nearly the exact moment Twilight had teleported into that mine to rescue them. Bon Bon suspected she wasn’t being told the whole story -- the stern glances from Celestia and Twilight directed toward Luna as Quantum was transported to a long-term hospice made the secret agent suspect that the night princess had found a way to exact some old-school justice on the fiend. In any case, another door shut.

Dusk Wing had been an almost comedic punishment. She’d been snatched by the tactical guard team at the elevator shaft, and the commander of that unit had been clever enough to keep the eyemask the teen-criminal had been wearing firmly in place, adding a dark hood of the kind used when they captured high-value terrorist targets to the mix as they transported the foul-mouthed brat back to Canterlot.

Oh sure, Celestia had made every effort with Dusk Wing to cure her of the Quantihol effects as well. Sometimes even using her as a guinea pig for higher-risk treatments before they would be attempted on Bon or Lyra. There had been hope that an ‘unactivated’ poisoning might be easier to cure.

Ultimately, when that proved not to be the case, and when Dusk Wing’s mafia attorneys filed an ill-advised petition of civil rights violations for being kept blindfolded for weeks, Luna had a rather delightfully devious schadenfreude idea about where to accommodate the legal request for Dusk Wing to be unblindfolded.

...in Captain Stalwart’s cell.

Bon Bon and Lyra had been permitted to watch through an observation window -- as if the spectacle were akin to an execution of old… except all around them were top-level scientists and researchers with the highest-level security clearances, each one excited to record the effects of an ancient dark magic poison.

Dusk had been pretty much shoved into the room, her hooves unbound for the first time, giving her access to her blindfold for the first time in over a month.

She’d shouted and screamed, trying to test whether she was actually alone. But Stalwart had been in the bathroom behind a closed door when she’d attempted to echolocate.

Ultimately, Dusk’s fatigue at not using her own eyes for so long overcame her… and she pulled her own blinders off just as Stalwart re-entered his living quarters, their eyes locking immediately.

Hours later, Celestia’d had to personally use a sleep spell on the pair -- apparently, the padded room was in danger of being irreparably damaged. Bon Bon never did hear whether that damage was from the copious sexual fluids staining the walls or the destruction of the bed and padding from the frenzied power-rutting: by that time the observation window had long been occluded by the guards-captain’s prodigious production potential.

Honestly, it might have just been that some ponies in Canterlot castle wanted to get some sleep. The padded cells did little to mute the seemingly unending high-pitched eeee’s that Stalwart was so expert at coaxing from the bat-teen in the unending cascade of pleasure he was inflicting on her.

It felt fitting, a punishment that destroyed the evil teenaged brat, transforming her into a devotee of Guardspony dick… while also doing much to assuage the plight of Stalwart, who’d been hit with the original, undiluted dark magic.

Bon Bon had heard that the pair had even been released recently. Stalwart’s condition was markedly improving with his little love-bat at his side, dampening the fierce addictive surges that hurt him so badly before… her presence even quieting the evil magic enough to allow vestiges of his old personality to rebuild. Apparently, he’d even reconnected with his wife and daughter.

Although they hadn’t decided to accept ‘Auntie Dusk-Wing’ into the family as part of a herd(understandably so, from the wife’s perspective), there was hope.

For her part, though she still had a foul mouth and a bad attitude, Dusk had a short leash that Stalwart could yank at pretty much any time: just a single flash of his junk would get the bratty thestral out of whatever mischief she was starting and on her knees in front of the Captain of the guard.

…

That just left Bon and Lyra.

It had been dark times for the pair, especially in the first month after their ‘rescue’. Although she knew now that the assembled teams of doctors and magical specialists and Princesses of love and magic and the lord of chaos had been trying to help her and her mint-colored roommate, it hadn’t always felt like that.

The bevy of tests and treatments were torturous, each one swallowing up days of frustratingly ineffective care... and sometimes even introducing disastrous side-effects from the supposed cures.

There were certainly more than a few nights in the throes of withdrawal, beset with catastrophic insomnia from the latest curative potion-regime they were being dosed with, that Lyra and her would have gladly traded their current situations for a chance to be strapped back onto that table in the mines and thoroughly dicked down.

That was really the problem: deep, deep inside -- they both didn’t really want to be cured.

It had taken a brilliant young doctor, who actually happened to be a resident at Ponyville General Hospital, who had finally come up with a brilliant and simple solution to their aches and woes.

Dr. Horse asked a simple question: if what they were craving so, so badly for that horrific month was some steaming, fat, stallion-pipe… why not give it to them?

Pretty much everypony around the roundtable had disagreed with him. The whole point was to try to wean the pair off their needs! What about neurochemistry? The intricate thaumotological limbic system? The intense neuro-psychological therapy?

In the end, Dr. Horse had simply shrugged -- treat the symptoms, if the cause is so elusive. If they would be happier with sex than without it, wasn’t that at least a trot in the right direction?

That first session with the doctor had been incredible.

Like a cool glass of water after a long day’s work on a dusty, desert field.

Lyra and Bon had had to take turns -- Dr. Horse was young, but even with his earth pony heritage, his stamina could only last for so long. Lyra had begged for the observing medical staff to allow a couple of the supervising guardstallions to join in, but scientific rigor had to be maintained: Dr. Horse was their primary care physician for this treatment.

Only he would be giving their… ‘injections’.

Bon Bon had helped Lyra to bridge those seemingly interminable gaps between treatments, introducing her friend to the pleasures that a mare could give to another mare.

She wasn’t sure if it was the result of the sloppy, quantihol laced cum-kisses the two had shared, or if it was some lingering part of her previous sexuality, but Bon Bon was happy to feel that burning flame of love in her bosom still roared with passion for her adorably goofy roommate.

And Lyra certainly reciprocated those feelings.

But even those sultry-sweating scissor-sessions were a mere side-dish, a weak twinkling star next to the full solar-storm fury of their burning need for a stallion’s meat and batter.

It was insatiable.

It was after Dr. Horse’s third course of ‘protein supplements’ that it seemed like his ‘treatment’ was proving fruitless, like squirting a super soaker at an Everfree forest fire… when suddenly, unexpectedly… their need began to lessen.

Session by session, Bon Bon and Lyra were needing less and less of the Doctor’s ‘medicine’. Eventually, they were even able to get by with only a single ‘injection’ a day! Then every other day!

By the time they were ready to be released into outpatient care, Lyra could go a whole week without breaking a sweat. Bon Bon could only manage four or five days, but she was catching up!

Now it had been months since their return home. Things had only gotten better and better, especially after the damnably sticky spring heat months had finally passed. Bon and Lyra still made regular trips up to Ponyville General Hospital for ‘sessions’ with Dr. Horse. He was of the opinion that it was still a bit too early to release them ‘into the wild’, so to speak. There was no telling how either mare might react to an ‘off-brand’ version of their medicine. He would joke that it was better to avoid the generic and stick with the pharmaceutical grade.

Their definitely had been times that Bon’d had to grab Lyra and physically restrain her from jumping a local stallion who’d accidentally dropped in front of her, and Lyra had saved her a few times with a telekinetic restraint spell (including one time she’d caught a glimpse of a very ‘relaxed’ Big Mac on the way to the market).

They’d kept each other honest, satiating themselves with ‘Meatless Mondays’ and ‘Taco Tuesdays’... (also Wet ‘n Wild Wednesdays, Thorough Thursdays, Freaky Fridays, Slow-pace Saturdays, and Lyra’s favorite: Strap-on Sundays)... tiding themselves over until their next session.

And one of those sessions was coming up.

Today.

Today is a good day!

The thought pinged through her head again, making her spring a little bit in her trot as she passed the Ponyville flower store.

“Hey marefriend!” Lyra’s goofy growl came from her left, the unicorn sliding out of the store, “Was just about to go looking for you!”

“Hey snuggle-butt,” Bon Bon giggled, sending a playful hip-check at Lyra as she joined her, mid-trot, “Well look at those! I guess you got enough for all three of us?” Bon Bon whistled, looking at the rather large bouquet of black orchids that Lyra was carrying in her saddlebags.

“Oh yeah! These are Zebrican love-orchids, main ingredient in zesper. Roseluck says they’ll keep a stallion hard for hours.” Lyra suddenly looked over her shoulder, back into the store, giving a little wave back to the red-maned florist.

“Figures she’d know.” Bon Bon laughed. “I hope you didn’t break the bank for them.”

“Oh gimme a break, Bon Bon.” Lyra rolled her eyes. “This is a special occasion! Dr. Horse is coming to make a house call… for the whole weekend! You heard him: wants to make sure we’re in good shape for the fall-heat season start, doesn’t want us relapsing.”

“Mmm-hmm... “ Bon wiggled her eyebrows, “Wouldn’t have anything to do with that ‘cum-belly’ I heard you mumbling about in your sleep now, would it?”

Lyra grinned, flicking her eyes right back and wiggling her own eyebrows, “Maybe. Just like I might have noticed you bought that ‘tailhole cleaning and lubrication’ kit from the pharmacy.”

Shoot, Lyra had seen her purchase… she’d wanted it to be a surprise.

“Don’t worry Bon, I don’t judge you for your sinfully dirty butt-fetish...” Lyra joked.

“You should try it,” Bon huffed, “You wouldn’t tease me about it if you did.”

“Maybe…” Lyra hummed. It was the closest Bon Bon had ever got the ponut-protecting pony to give the backdoor a whirl, “...who knows what we’ll get up to this weekend. Dr. Horse doesn’t know what he’s in for.”

“Speaking of... “ Bon Bon grinned, looking up the street and spying the Doctor, complete with travel suitcase, trotting toward their home.

“Well hellllloooooo Doctor!” Lyra cat-called, catching the young stallion’s eye.

“Ah, ladies, I was just on my way to see you. Are you both… uh… still good for your treatment this weekend?”

Bon Bon snuggled into Lyra’s shoulder, comforted by the feel of the mare snuggling back against her… before Lyra turned the snuggle into a nuzzle… and then slipped into to plant a deep, wet kiss on her lips.

Like she always did, Bon let Lyra’s enthusiasm dictate the kiss, happy to submit to the unicorn’s boundless energy, closing her eyes as she felt Lyra’s long tongue slide around her teeth, wrestling with hers.

“Oh… uh…” The doctor’s awkward mumble was accompanied by the soft, slipping sound of his penis dropping from his sheath… and then the wet slap of it rigidly standing to attention and striking his belly.

Bon Bon could sense what Lyra was about to do, moving in synchronization with her as they took up on either side of the somewhat-intimidated stallion, pressing in against him like two hunting-lionesses, working together as a team to down their quarry.

"We'll be waiting-" Lyra whispered into one ear.

"To share your cum-" Bon Bon took the other.

"With our tongues-"

"Again.

“Tonight."

Bon Bon giggled as the trio trotted toward the front door to her house. As far as the aftermath of ‘mission-failures’ went… this wasn’t bad at all.

CREDITS ROLL

Agent Sweetie Drops…………………Bon Bon

Lyra Heartstrings…………………As Herself

Quantum Freeze…………………As Himself

Dusk Wing…………………As Herself

Researcher Blackheart…………………As Herself

Stalwart Heart…………………As Himself

Truncheon…………………As Himself

Clover Crunch…………………As Himself

Princess Luna…………………As Herself

Twilight Sparkle…………………As Herself

Roseluck…………………As Herself

Merigold…………………As Herself

Pharmacist…………………Pill Popper

Dr. Horse…………………Time Turner

Guardspony #1…………………Spear Point

Guardspony #2…………………Lance A Lot

Guardspony #3…………………Diamond Edge

Guardspony #4…………………Buckle

Guardspony #5…………………Flash Point

Stunt Penis #1…………………Jet Stream

Stunt Penis #2…………………Big Mac

Stunt Penis #3…………………Troubleshoes (!)

Fade to black…

Author's Note

Author's Note: In the last story, I mentioned writing a sequel to the Mission Failed series. I definitely think Dusk Wing and Stalwart’s story needs to be told and intend to make that a reality once I’m ready to start writing again. I haven’t decided on all the details but third-person perspective from Stalwart’s POV makes the most sense. I think both of these characters have layers they haven’t shown us yet and I’m optimistic that these two can grow to love one another and not only Stalwart but Dusk Wing can find healing from all the bad shit that’s come their way.

AJ Aficionado, Editor