Scandal in the Making

The hallways of the playcolt-mansion were not exactly...tasteful. Twilight had seen her fair share of gaudy interior design and she was the first to admit that the Friendship Castle itself wasn't exactly subtle. But this took the cake.

Gold-rimmed drapery, pegasopolian pillars, busts of the owner of Playcolt....what was his name again? She didn't remember. Probably because her attention was drawn more to the various portraits of the naked or half-naked mares that once worked for the magazine. Each posing in various seductive, suggestive poses. Most of them clad in bikinis or their nudity tastefully hinted at, rather than outright shown.

Twilight stopped at one that showed Fluttershy. The pegasus looking uncharacteristically confident, almost smoldering. Her mane draped over one eye, as she sat on a beach, her long hair covering her nudity. She gave the camera a hot side-eye while giving it a nice view of her busty, but slender body. Twilight wondered just how long it had taken to get that particular shot of the notoriously camera-shy pegasus.

Then again...Fluttershy wasn't exactly prude, once you got her going. She had always gotten her kicks from being all bashful, yet got inexplicably drawn into sexual situations. The public saw her as an innocent wallflower, with no idea who she was behind closed doors. Twilight was amused, that aside from her somepony else knew of her friend's slutty hobbies.

Then again, it's kinda an open secret in Ponyville at this stage. Only so many stallions she can fuck there without anypony noticing..., she thought as she passed the portrait.

She was still completely naked, as she reached the door that led to the lounge where her interview was scheduled. Sure, she could summon some clothes, but Twilight weirdly felt quite fine being nude. She made sure to get rid of the dried fluids between her legs, but otherwise, she saw no reason to change. Which was a bit weird, even if she couldn't put her finger on it why.

Oh, stop it. Not everything is a mystery. You're horny and in the mansion of a horndog. And you already posed for pictures that will frankly destroy your image of a dignified princess overnight. So, what's the point in shame...

It was large and no less gaudy with four statues of the princesses, all in revealing clothes presented. Two on each side of the room with Celestia and Luna in one and Cadance and her in the other. They wore thin fabric that draped over their breasts and went down to conceal their pussies. It was a more skimpy version of the dress Celestia wore often during court back in the day. Some pegasopolian flair of four goddesses, scantily dressed in the room of a mighty stallion. Several chandeliers lit up the room with a glass front on each side of it. The building was shaped a bit like a dick. Maybe a coincidence? No...no, this was very much deliberate, Twilight realized.

At least, the flush red carpet felt nice under her feet as she approached the large bright desk with comfortable chairs on each side, Behind the desk sat the stallion who led this magazine in a big armchair. The stallion himself was big. His neatly cut brown hair had white streaks in it and he had a pair of rectangular glasses as well as a full beard. He was at least as big as her own brother, surprisingly enough, with broad shoulders and an eight-pack. He was also naked.

Maybe Twilight shouldn't be surprised by this, considering he was the boss of a porn magazine. Then again, one would expect more professionalism. Though, it at least meant that she fit in rather well.

"Princess Twilight Sparkle. Ruler of Equestria," he greeted, standing up and holding out his hand. As he rose up, she could see his massive cock dangling between his. A very impressive 28 inches of pure fuckmeat. Thicker than her forearm and even longer than her brother.

"Thickie Rod, owner of the Playcolt," responded Twilight, with a slight smile, making sure to look him in the eye, trying not to stare at his pussy-wetting cock. If Blueblood was sleazy, then Rod was a downright deviant. Unlike the prince though, he knew how to conceal it behind good manners and charm.

She had never much interacted with him. Rod was the kind of stallions happy to flaunt his wealth and provide the kind of entertainment that was unlikely to involve princesses like her. That is when it didn't involve politics. And he made no effort to hide his more...radical beliefs. Twilight previously had not paid much attention to it, since he usually just printed his "pro-stallion" stuff in his magazine and she suspected he only played it up for the sake of provocation. After all, his customers were stallions and mares with a taste for the debauched, so he made good bits by playing to their degenerate tastes.

"I must say, I wasn't sure if you had done anything sinister to Celestia when she invited me here and told me why.", she said, as she took his hand and permitted him to kiss it. "To be honest, part of me still wonders why I agreed to it in the first place."

Her eyes finally flickered down to his veiny cock, that even in its flaccid state could compete with the likes of Big Mac or Shining Armor. She couldn't help but grin. "Though, I now see at least one good argument for it..."

Rod mirrored her grin with one of his own as he checked her out as well, though much more unashamedly. It almost felt like two fellow perverts meeting in this way.

"It is quite the shame we didn't meet sooner. I am rather glad Celestia convinced you to give it a chance. Take a seat. Get yourself comfortable," he said, sitting back down as Twilight did the same.

He intertwined his fingers, aiming a charming smile at her which, from what the rumors claimed, had the abilities to make any marehood wet. Even virgin nuns would spread their legs for him and break their vows, which gave him quite the ladykiller reputation that was either adored or hated. Even Fluttershy and Rarity had good words to say about him, at least when it came to his performance in bed. In fact, Twilight remembered how weirdly enthusiastic both had been in singing his praises.

"I hope you had fun with our professional team? They always try their best to please our potential models," he told her, charming smile still in place, seemingly testing out its effect on her.

Twilight smiled back politely, as she took a seat. She crossed her legs in front of him, a subtle gesture that she wasn't going to be one of his easy conquests. Granted, she could imagine herself under that desk, sucking his fat cock like an underpaid secretary. Certainly a tempting image...

"Oh, they were quite fun. Though, I suspect I enjoyed myself at the end more than they did..." She grinned, as she saw him being briefly confused. She wasn't sure what he had expected. Maybe that she would eat out of his hands, cockdrunk, and easy to tame?

Well, its not going to be that easy...

"Now...I was under the impression I would get interviewed. Or has there been a change in plans?"

He shook his head politely at her.

"There is not. I was merely making sure you were comfortable before proceeding any further. Seeing as you are," he said, gesturing to her naked body, "Let us proceed."

He shuffled some papers on his desk, adjusting his glasses as he went over the questions. It took barely a few seconds before he found the one question to start off with.

"Now, your career is quite an inspirational one for many mares that think they can keep up with stallions or even best them to the best of their capabilities. You defeated the villainess Nightmare Moon with your friends, but how did things go against the male fiends? For example, Discord, the Spirit of Chaos," he asked, not suppressing a slightly condescending smile.

The tone of the interview was obviously biased, as could be expected of a "pro-stallion" magazine. Twilight tilted her head and gave Thickie Rod a knowing smile. He probably hoped for something juicy, something humiliating. But as attractive as he was and as tempting it became to just let loose in this house, Twilight was at least going to make him work for it.

"I assume, you expect me to say that we got humiliated? Maybe in lurid detail of what he did to us? Well, I think we both know more or less what happened here. We got defeated in the first round. Turned into mockeries of our real selves," she said, thinking back on those days. "And then we rallied, ignored our humiliation and struck back. Because God of Chaos or not, in the end Discord was no match for our friendship. When it came down to it, when all hope was lost, thanks to Celestia reminding me what was important, we managed to come out on top."

She gave Rod a grin, seeing on his face the slightest hint of dissatisfaction. She pounced on it. "Oh? Had you expected something more juicy for your magazine? I guess, it doesn't quite fit the narrative that you have built up over the years. What was that one article you put on the frontpage in issue 235? Oh yes, What Happened in the Canterlot Maze? Explicit details about the Elements Night of Passion with Discord."

She chuckled. "Given that you're more than capable of fabricating your scandals, I don't see any reason to give you material that doesn't exist."

Still, Rod wasn't going to be deterred that easily. If anything it seemed to make him more determined to get something out of her.

"I don't need to make anything up. There were eyewitnesses, claiming to have seen you cum-drenched on that day. Dress torn up in a clear fight and loss on your side," he elaborated, gesturing with his arm as he grimly smiled at her, before starting to stroke himself confidently. "You know what ponies say? They say Discord let himself be defeated after he twisted you and your friends. Just to see how you would fall into debauchery and free him again at a later time. And Discord is free now isn't he? And rather close to our dear Fluttershy as well, who is a rather needy little cocksucking skank. Hardly anything one would call shy. Are you really denying that she gets bent over every Saturday by Discord like a common whore at their tea parties?" he asked, confident that he had found a hole in her argument, a weakness.

And it wasn't a bad push on his side. Close as Fluttershy got with this magazine, it was obvious she might have told him a few things as he was pounding her needy cunt. Maybe as a way to enhance the dirty talk. Maybe to get herself excited. It didn't matter if it was true. Rod grasped at anything to justify his agenda.

Twilight took a few seconds before she responded. A finger on her her cheek, she gazed at Rod, as if to analyze what he had said. Then she chuckled, like he had told her a good joke. "If you choose the most convenient and hostile interpretation, you wouldn't be too far off, really," she admitted, with a smile, that gave Rod a brief shudder down his back. It was equal parts polite and dangerous, like a cat looking down on a mouse. You're treading on dangerous ground, it was saying. And it was clear he didn't like that at all.

"Now, let's roll these questions up from the back. You're right, about Fluttershy's and Discords relationship. I'm not too in on her private life, but I'm certain the two have a very passionate and...intense sexual life. It is, what we call, a healthy relationship, Rod. I can recommend it to you." She winked at him, as he frowned at that jab.

"However, does that mean it was all an elaborate conspiracy? No, no it wasn't. For the same reason, that Sombra wasn't some hallucinogenic illusion conjured by left commi-anarchists or why Zebras have not infiltrated the Royal Guard to mind control the Royal Court with magic potions. For one, there are simpler explanations and for the second...they wouldn't have to."

Again, she gave him a teasing grin, clearly enjoying toying around with such infos. Especially, since they weren't what Rod wanted to hear, and to frustrate him with saucy hints that he would normally love to have, but now couldn't use because they didn't fit his narrative, turned out to be quite fun.

"Fluttershy and Discord entered a relationship, because of him being freed, not the other way around. She was willing to reform him and he appreciated her trust. If you check your sources, you will see that at the time everpony, including myself, was against setting him free and that it had been Princess Celestia, who had pushed this idea in the first place."

"Oh, and those eye-witness accounts? The white stuff was frosting he dumped on us and the dress was torn...well, because we did lose at first, after all. Its not like anypony denied that."

Rod's smile had now vanished, while Twilight now beamed at him. "Next question?"

He didn't stop to jerk his rod, as he looked at her seriously, clearly contemplating his next move as much as she thought through her own. It was clear to him now that she was a tough nut to crack. Twilight herself was a bit surprised at the signs of open frustrations on him. She had heard him described as smooth and unflappable. But instead of the uber-stud, she was now confronted with a confused stallion, that seemed to behave more like an upset teenager, than a calm seducer.

"Quite convenient, considering how Rainbow was lapping it up from you despite hating cake, but let's move on," he argued petulantly, before forcing the conversation forward so that she couldn't say anything to disprove him. "Sombra is rather memorable. A strong stud that did manage to break down Cadance's barrier like it was tissue paper and incapacitating the strongest male around. Your friend's efforts to keep spirits high hardly mattered to him without getting the Crystal Heart in time. It was reported that your friends tried to stop him, but were easy prey, with Rainbow being fucked up so thoroughly and literally that she turned into a cum-addict that needs to taste a male's cum each day. The only one able to save you was another male. Spike the Brave and Glorious as you were trapped on a magic trap that had you bound and blindfolded on a wooden horse."

He got his grin back, glaring at her triumphantly. This now was an incident with more witnesses and it was known well enough that Sombra was into sex slavery. Surely, she had no way to deny the absolute humiliation suffered there and he finally would have the confession of her "incompetence" he wanted.

It was a good attack, Twilight had to give him that. Sombra was indeed one of the more well-known incidents and one where she and her friends unambiguously got, as Rod would probably say, put in their place. Spike still liked to joke about it to this day, for good reason admittedly. But would she give him that?

No...he wants a saucy story? Sure, let's give him one. Let's make it the sauciest and dirtiest one we can come up with!

"You're right, to a degree," she admitted, leaning back in her comfy chair and pushing her chest out. To her amusement, she could see his eyes follow her nipples briefly, even a stud like him entranced by her gravity-defying rack.

"Now, you're rather biased recounting of events aside, you are correct in assuming that we got...rather embarrassingly defeated. My brother, Shining Armor, had his magic sealed early on and Cadence was exhausted from holding up a shield for several days without sleep. We both can agree, that after that nopony is in a shape to fight."

She could see Rod now lean forward, smelling exactly the kind of juicy scandal he wanted. Twilight pretended not to notice, as she continued to "reminisce" for him. "How did it go? Oh yes...I was trapped in an illusion, which conjured what was back then my worst nightmare: Celestia on her knees, worshipping a usurper's massive cock, cum dripping on her face, while I was held responsible for allowing a perverted, debauched stallion to turn Equestria into a jizz-stained hell."

Rod was furiously writing her words down, his other hand pumping his shaft. On the tip, a fat glob of pre-cum, quivering in excitement.

"Spike got me out of it and we found the Crystal Heart. Unfortunately, Sombra was already in the city and teleported me out of the tower and onto the ground before him. It was at that moment, I knew we had lost completely."

Then she smiled and looked straight at Rod. "You should have seen him, Rod. The pinnacle of stallionhood. Chiseled abs, perfect pecks, bulging biceps, smooth, black skin, and these wicked, smoldering eyes. And his cock...oh, his cock..."

"Thirty fat inches of pure, throbbing fuckmeat. Balls bigger than cantaloupes. A musk that drove you wild...we never stood a chance." Rod began to slow down, as he noticed her grin. Her eyes flickering to his own naked body and she put on an expression of wistful disappointment, as she visibly compared him to the image she had just conjured up. "Truly, no other stallion can compare. Not even you...."

She gleefully continued. "And he fucked us, Rod. Oh, how he fucked us. My throat was ruined after he pounded my face. Rarity and Applejack got raped so hard, they had trouble walking for days after that. Pinkie Pie needed a cushion to sit down after he had pummeled her ass like a pinata. Fluttershy licked his feet by the end of it and Rainbow Dash....oooh, Dashie."

Her hands traveled up to her boobs, playfully sinking her fingers into the pillowy flesh. Stroking herself and playing with her nipples, she threw the increasingly annoyed stallion before her a smoldering look. "He fucked her up good and proper, Rod. Hammered her so hard, that Dash went bisexual. Flooded her womb with gallons of thick, tasty, juicy jizz. Made her climax over twenty times, breaking her to the point she rode him on her own, while he did nothing."

She gasped briefly, letting him stew as she winked at him. "It was truly mind-boggingly good sex...."

Then she stopped touching herself, giving Rod an amused chuckle, and licked her lips. "Oh, and Spike saved the day. All well that ends well, don't you agree?"

He gritted his teeth, before forcing himself to nod. "Yes....all is well that ends well indeed. Thanks to a male saving the day," he stressed as if trying to convince himself that he didn't just got played for a fool. The strain in his voice proved otherwise, though. Despite that, he was still masturbating, though there was a lot less fire behind that after her cock comparison.

"Now, there are of course other villains as well. Tirek was a rather big threat. Sucking all the magic from every living being while also dominating countless mares in his free time for fun. He was a destructive as well as lecherous fella, intend to put mares in their place. And without Discord you hardly would have stood a chance against him. And he rebelled at the start because you tried to force your female-centric values on him," Rod notes, trying to lay the blame for his betrayal solely on her and her friends. If they all had bent over for him and been good little fucktoys, Discord would have never been tempted, seemed to be the logic here. It was a popular theory as to why Discord defected. And it was one Rod had printed often enough that it was well-known throughout the land.

It was a crude line of questioning, stripped of its pretense. Twilight grinned triumphantly. Got you...

"Now, now Rod...no longer the patience to even pretend that this interview is about me?", she admonished him, with a teasing grin. She was thoroughly enjoying this. There was something deeply satisfying about provoking a powerful stallion such as him and leaving him powerless to do anything.

She was fully aware now, that from the start Rod had never cared about her life or her opinions. Not even saucy rumors or stories. No, he wanted to push his agenda of mares being inferior sex toys to the confident, strong males. Disgusting, debauched....and a highly amusing ideology. Especially, since he was now frustrated enough to drop the smooth politeness from before.

So, she decided to step up her game.

Rising from her chair, she walked towards him, her hips swaying seductively. Then she slowly climbed onto his desk, until she kneeled on it, her chest pushed straight into his face and her eyes looking down on him with smoldering lust. "And here I thought these could hold your interest a bit longer...they sure did with Discord, when we helped him mend his ways during Tireks rampage." Once again this dangerous, teasing smile as she cupped her boobs and began to fondle them in front of him, close but just out of reach. Once again, a saucy lie, that made it clear that she didn't even bother to answer his question seriously.

"Must be quite frustrating to be a misogynist in Equestria. Ruled by mares like me. Seeing us every day, knowing you can't touch us unless we give permission...." She leaned down, her tongue teasingly licking her own nipple, as she brought it up to her mouth.

"Do you want my permission?"

If the glare from before was harsh, this one might as well have wished death itself upon her for daring to utter these words. Rod let go of his dick, standing up and reaching his hand out. "A stallion doesn't ask for permission," he told her trying to grope her tit.

She let him do it. Rod was almost surprised as his hand sunk into those soft large pillowy breasts, hand clenching on it and making it sink into the delightfully purple mass. His other hand then went for her ass cheek, kneading it as well as he pulled her close to him. But even with that and how nice it felt, it fell short for him.

It visibly frustrated him. The thought that she was actually permitting what he was doing right now, denying him the chance to take control. She could see him viewing as little more than a whore on a throne, spreading her legs for anypony but him. She got raped by male villains more often than not, in his mind, and yet she acted like she had any dignity that made her stand above males, as if she was a paragon or a role model. The frustration of these convictions and the fact, that she clearly toyed with him made him furious. A growl left his lips as he got rougher, finger pinching and pulling on her nipple as he smacked her ass.

Things got even worse when Twilight openly began to chuckle at his attempt to molest her. The alicorn grinning down at him, watching his hands roam over her skin, knead her boobs, and forcing her against his naked chest. The proud Thickie Rod, conqueror of sluts and multi-millionaire once again had a mare in his hands...but for the first time, he could feel nothing but increasing frustration.

Twilight for her part, fully enjoyed what was happening. Rod was too rough, of course, and his groping was getting painful, but the kick she got from watching his own ego ruin his supposed fun was more than enough for her. He was pathetic. A man-foal, who defined himself by his sexual achievements, instead of doing something actually useful and shared this superiority-inferiority complex with his virgin readers. Behind this facade of a muscled stud, was nothing more than an angry colt who jerked off in his room alone, frustrated that he couldn't be a jerk and get a marefriend at the same time.

"Hmm...a bit lower." She grinned at him again, grabbing his hand and forcing it down, so he cupped her ass. "Much better. See, you're getting better at this. Just listen to what I tell you--"

Further, she didn't make it as she was suddenly grabbed and slammed down onto the table. It was fast and not something she had expected yet, but it seemed that she had pushed him too far. Rod grabbed her by the neck and slammed her again down on his desk, letting pencils and a table scatter to the floor as he seethed down at her. Two fingers were jammed right into her cunt, fingering her wet hole as his large prick was laid on her right next to it.

"You little cunt will listen. I have enough of you trying to act all conceited while you have fucked pretty much every stallion in Ponyville, as well as every male villain that has ever graced Equestria. You are dripping and needy. I can feel your pussy wrapping around my fingers begging me for more. So I will give you more and make you see the error of your ways with a more...old fashioned method."

He pulled his slick digits out before smacking his prick now a few times on her pussy, teasingly, enjoying to see her clit erect as his hand was still on her neck. He then proceeded to put his rod at the entrance of her twat, prodding it. Growling greedily, his veneer of charm forgotten like a discarded tie.

Then he bucked his hips, with a wet smack.

Nothing happened.

Rod blinked in confusion, before he looked down and saw that his cock had vanished. No, it was shrinking! Bit by bit before his eyes, before literally disappearing. Stumbling back, he hit the chair behind him and collapsed onto the floor, as his legs gave out. "W-What the..?"

Twilight rose up, sitting on the table, her legs crossed again and a devilish smile on her face. Her horn glowed, as purple magic now seeped into Rod skin. "I wanted to see your true colors, Mr. Rod, and I must say I'm not impressed. I think, it is high time to give you a new perspective," she said, her words laced with silent laughter and dripping with disdain, as her eyes glowed with power.

Rod watched his muscle shrink. His large hands getting smoother, fingers beginning to look dainty and manicured. His chest started to bulge...then his pecks sagged and turned into two bouncing boobs, jiggling almost against the rules of gravity. His tight ass was ballooning out of proportions and his thighs were getting thicker. Finally, his rough scream turned into a panicked alto and it was over.

Thickie Rod had turned into a busty, sexy mare.

He, or now she, was visibly shocked by this development and a bit too bewildered to react immediately. Then a scowl grew on her face, as her gaze met the insolent mare that had ruined her body. "Y-You impudent, tartarus-forsaken, demon spawn of a mare! Turn me back this instant!" she ranted, walking up to her and poking her chest as if she was scolding the purple royal.

Twilight laughed in her face.

"Sure," she said, before getting up from the table and walking around Rod, examining her handiwork. "When I consider the lesson to be learned. The interview and recordings can still be done, whether or not you are a stallion or mare. And maybe...this will serve a reminder as to who is in charge here."

She tapped her horn for emphasis. Then she reached out and cupped Rod's bouncy E-Cup tits and smacked her rear. Her eyes traveling over the still visible abs and defined muscles. "Hmm...quite athletic. Good shape, really. Tasty~"

Rod flushed angrily and covered her privates, which caused Twilight to laugh again. "Look at you. So proud to show off as a stallion, but once somepony begins to leer at you, it suddenly is not quite so fun, isn't it?"

Shaking her head, the princess turned her back and walked to the door. "Print the interview, if you want. I will go and do the recording now, that you so eagerly requested. If by the end of the day, I get a believable apology for your past and present behavior, then I will lift the spell. Otherwise...well, you better get used to this."

And with that she left the room, leaving a cursing Rod behind.

Though, perhaps Twilight should have waited just a bit longer. Because seconds after she left, Rod hastily ripped open a cupboard and downed a small potion. It didn't reverse the change, but she groaned as her massive, throbbing cock re-appeared between her legs. "Shit...but better than nothing...", she mumbled, grabbing her shaft, as to make sure it was real.

Then she hissed in anger, punching the wall in pure rage. "Fucking bitch! Fucking, cum-guzzling whore!"

The speaker on her desk crackled. "Ehmm...boss? S-Should we cancel the operation?", came the canned voice of one of her subordinates.

Rod rushed to the desk. "Negative. Keep the signal up. She is affected by it. We just need to keep it up!", she barked. "Just have to wait for an opening. We managed to turn Celestia and Luna. We will not fail at Twilight Sparkle."

Ending the transmission, Thickie Rod looked at the clock and angrily jerked her quivering shaft. They still had time. Time enough for Twilight Sparkle to degenerate further. "Just you wait, princess. You will be on your knees, sucking my cock soon enough. Just you wait...."