When Starlight slowly regained consciousness, her vision was blurry and her senses dulled. As the fatigue faded away and her awareness sharpened, however, her lax state rapidly became one of near panic.

She knelt in the middle of a large, dimly lit warehouse. Most likely the very same warehouse at Sweet Apple Acres the misfired teleport spell had dumped her and Sweetie Belle in front of. Though the soft sound of feminine moaning revealed she wasn't alone being imprisoned here, all she could make out were odd-shaped silhouettes in the shadows. The cold air on her body revealed she was as naked as the day she was born. Her wrists and thighs were bound together by rope; the former forcing her into a kneeling posture, while the latter cuffing her hands behind her head felt connected to the collar around her neck. Starlight tried to light up the dim warehouse around her with her magic, but a sharp pain in her mind cancelled out her attempt at a light spell; a clear sign the anti-magic ring was still upon her horn.

Regardless of this failed effort, the lights within the warehouse blared into life in an instant. Now illuminated, the source of the moaning was revealed, and it terrified Starlight.

In three rows of gantries going up the sides of the warehouse were trapped mares. They were naked, presumably on their knees as the unicorn was, with their arms held tightly behind them by chains. They moaned into translucent tubes strapped to their faces, some of which were pumping an amber liquid down their throats. But the most shocking thing of all was the breasts on each pony. The boobs were the size of beanbags, massive teardrops that clearly weighed enough to pull them forward and stretch the chains binding them tight. Each mound had a large suction cup tugging on the engorged teats, and each pony seemed to be shooting out a different-coloured liquid into pipes that led further back into the warehouse.

The worst of these mares, and the ones that held Starlight’s gaze the most, was Apple Bloom. The youngest Apple sibling was on the ground not twenty feet in front of her. Rather than kneeling, she was literally laying on her breasts like a mattress, as they were comparable in size to Trixie’s old caravan. Like the others, her nipples were pumped for the liquid bounty hidden beneath; an amber fluid that was feeding into tanks on the ceiling, then the pipes into all of the other’s mouths. Rather than a pipe in her own, Apple Bloom’s moans were muffled by a bright red ball gag, her blushing face showing exhaustion, sorrow and pleasure.

“Impressive, wouldn’t you say so brother?”

Starlight’s glanced behind her and her concern levels kept climbing. Approaching from the double doors behind her, flanked by two of the muscular monster ponies, was a leanly built stallion dressed in a white shirt and pants combo with a blue and white pinstripe vest. But what unnerved the lavender unicorn was the twin unicorn heads upon his, their, shoulders. Both bore green eyes, red mane and tail with the white stripe running through, though the one on the right bore a similarly red moustache. Another concerning item that she couldn’t help but notice were the large bulges in their pants; largest in their crotch, but also snaking down the trousers to their knees, and straining against the fabric.

“I’d go as far to say it’s breath-taking, brother.” The one on the right replied, both heads wearing confident smirks as they walked around to face the bound mare. “But I’m more curious what our guest thinks of our hard-working employees.”

“It’s horrific,” Starlight answered in a tone that betrayed none of her disgust. “Who are you two?”

The twin-headed stallion gasped in shock. “You haven’t heard of us?” The mustachioed one asked, with Starlight’s flat glare being her response. “Well, I suppose introductions are in order. He’s Flim…”

“He’s Flam,” the other head finished, the two flourishing their arms in a grand display. “And we’re the world famous Flim Flam Brothers!” They paused following their announcement, though Starlight’s continued silence and unimpressed expression fizzled out their enthusiasm. “My, my. Someone’s not feeling at home.”

“Perhaps we should help her with that,” the right one, Flam, spoke up and they snapped their fingers. The sound of footsteps was the only warning Starlight had before two pairs of calloused hands hooked under her legs and held her up, removing the ropes and spreading them before their dressed master. She tried kicking her limbs free, but the strength these beasts possessed made the mage's efforts fruitless. She turned her head away as the twin unicorns stepped forward, ogling her marehood as it glistened against her will with feminine juices.

“Now, now, my beautiful friend,” spoke Flim, taking hold of Starlight’s chin and pulling it to face them. When she snapped her face away again, this time one of the monster ponies roughly grabbed the back of her head and forced her to look at them. “All we want is to talk with you, as well as offer you the opportunity of a lifetime; an exclusive contract to work with us here at Flim Flam Fields.”

“You mean Sweet Apple Acres.” Starlight spat back, more a statement than a question. “And the answer’s no. You really think I’d let you do to me what you’ve done to these poor mares? You’re insane. Both of you.”

“Hey now, there’s no need for such harsh words there.” Flam said, his cheerful smile adding to the grifter vibe Starlight was getting from these two. “Perhaps we can come to an agreement? You don’t want to end up like them,” he gestured to the mares moaning as they were milked for all their worth, “and we would like some information. That sounds more than a fair trade, wouldn’t you say?”

“And just what information would you want?” The coldness in Starlight's voice was reminiscent of her villainous past, though she mentally pushed past that to keep her focused, disdainful glare on the fused brothers.

“Well,” Flim began, “perhaps you could tell us who else has rolled into town with you, and maybe where they’ve gone?” Starlight knew what they were trying to do and she wasn’t about to have any of it. With the fire burning in her soul travelling into her furious gaze, she looked them both dead in the eye and responded in a level but impassioned tone.

“Go to Tartarus, you two-headed freak.”

The two sighed before adopting passive, almost disappointed expressions. “A shame, really.” Flim started.

“Quite so, brother. Quite so.” Flam finished, and then snapped his fingers.

At this command, tentacles from the heads of the monster ponies reached down, wrapping around Starlight’s breasts and squeezing tightly. As this drew a moan out of the bound mare, one of the monsters reached down with a hand and began stroking her lower lips. The fingers traced her vulva tenderly, before coming back up and circling her slowly hardening clit. As the tendrils kneaded and rolled her boobs around, the fingers pinched and rubbed her button, drawing a shocked gasp from the unicorn. This continued for several minutes and, with each passing moment, the panting and moans escaping unbidden from Starlight’s mouth grew louder in volume. Eventually, it finally stopped when the brothers snapped their fingers again. Aside from the moans of the other prisoners, the bound unicorn's panting was the only sound to be heard.

“So, feeling ready to spill the beans yet?” Asked Flim, he and his brother looking upon the tightly-held unicorn with smug grins. Starlight took a little while to regain her breath before looking back at them. Despite her molestation, the fire of defiance still burned in her eyes, giving the stallions her wordless answer.

“It would seem we require a more hands on approach.” Flam calmly responded, nodding his head backwards. At this silent command, the two monsters carried Starlight over to the tall line of Apple Bloom’s cleavage. They held her against it, her bound arms acting as enough of a buffer to stop her head from sliding completely in-between those enormous mounds. At this, the tentacles and hands of the beasts withdrew, their only purpose now to hold the mare off the ground by her legs, as the younger Apple's bust did the rest for them. It stabbed daggers of both sorrow and fear into Starlight's heart. Sorrow, at what had been done to Applejack's little sibling, and fear, at how she could literally hear the cider churning away with the yellow breasts

With her legs still held open, the brothers approached and, with anxiously flexing fingers, set upon Starlight's body. One hand fell upon her own breast; picking up where the tentacles had left off in groping it. While that began, the other hand dipped lower and spread her snatch open. Starlight tried fighting off the sensations, but couldn’t help but gasp when, after a few light strokes, two fingers pushed their way into her vagina. The heads of the unicorn twins didn’t remain idle in all of this; Flim closed in and forced his tongue into Starlight’s mouth after another inescapable moan, while Flam went lower and took one of her hard nipples into his mouth. Both sets of male tongues danced around and toyed with the poor mages’ body; Flim’s muscle wrestling Starlight’s into submission and exploring every nook and cranny of her mouth, while Flam’s circled her areola and flicked her teat at varying speeds.

For what felt like hours they teased her. Starlight focused her mind on the ones she loved in an attempt to fight the molestation in progress. She thought of her partners, Sunburst and Trixie. Her daughter, Luster Dawn. Even Flurry Heart, who, despite not being related by blood, she still thought of as her niece. Yet each time she felt on the cusp of blocking out this forced pleasure, the brothers would intensify the stimulation. Eventually the hand pumping its digits into her muff pulled out, and Flam’s head pulled away from her nipples with a final tug and a loud pop. When the sound of fabric folding and hitting the ground sounded out against the ambience of moaning mares, and Flim finally pulled out of their kiss, Starlight drew as deep a breath as she could before looking down.

Her tired eyes widened at what she saw. The brothers’ pants had been shed, leaving them as naked from the waist down as she was. But it was their stallionhood that held her attention and fear. For there were two of them. Two large cocks, each at least a foot long and as wide as her forearm, stood proudly from their pelvis; one above the other with a pair of apple-sized balls dangling beneath them. With those smug grins, the stallions stepped back in and began rubbing their lengths against both her now leaking lower lips and her back door.

“Last chance to accept our offer, miss.” Flim spoke, a flicker of steel in his otherwise confident gaze as they rubbed against her entrances.

“Unless, of course, you wanted this the whole time?” Flam added, tugging tackily on his moustache. “Though if that was the case, the tough girl act wasn’t necessary to turn us on.” Starlight, in between shuddering moans, summoned her diminishing strength, looked the stallions in the eye, and spat in Flim’s face. The globule of defiance hit its mark square in the salespony’s eye, eliciting a shocked cry as the mutant pony stumbled back and furiously wiped away the spit ball.

“That’s it!” Flim shouted, his mask of smug superiority gone and anger and annoyance serving as their replacements. The two stomped back to Starlight and delivered a smack to her face. As the sting of the impact faded, Starlight looked down and saw they had grabbed their cocks, now aligning both with just her lubricated lower lips.

“No, no! Wait!” Starlight pleaded, her mind flashing back to her capture outside, but another slap to the other cheek silenced her.

“Too late, cow!” Flam responded harshly, as the brothers pushed their hips forward and the twin heads entered the waiting portal of feminine flesh.

Starlight howled in pain as, for the second time that day, two dicks entered her at once. The initial entry was slow. Painstakingly so. The further they pushed, the tighter she clenched around them, which in turn heightened both the pleasure and the pain and created a feedback loop. After a few moments of agony, they finally hilted within her. Staying stationary was actually more painful for her, as she could feel in excruciating detail how her passage was clenching and stretching around them. Not even during Luster Dawn’s birth had she felt so stretched, with the fear of her pussy actually breaking filling her mind's eye. When they finally began pulling out, retracting until only the heads of their flared horse cocks remained embedded within her folds, a small part of her felt like weeping in joy. She banished that tiny part of her immediately before her mind reeled from the twin cocks pushing their way back inside. The brothers slowly found a rhythm, building up speed as they scraped Starlight's cunt out with each thrust. As they accelerated, the stallions reached forward and sink their hands into her noteworthy flanks. They squeezed and used them to pull Starlight in closer as they continued their task of remodelling her insides, the bulge of their dicks visible beneath her skin.

“Ugh! St-Stop-argh! Stop this, mnf! Mn-argh!” Starlight cried out in between pants and thrusts, feeling the onset of another climax beginning to build within her.

“No deal.” The twins responded simultaneously, leaning forward and taking a pendulously-bouncing nipple in each mouth. Starlight howled carnally as the pain had almost entirely morphed into pleasure by this point. The assault on her folds, plus the fondling of her ass and the suckling all added up to her orgasm’s swift approach. The brothers worked into yet another rhythm; they would alternate burying their faces into Starlight’s chest when they pulled out, then suck and pull the breasts taut when drawing her hips forward to swallow their cocks once more. The process continued, constantly gathering pace until Starlight felt their cocks growing bigger within her; heightening her own pleasure, but also sending a clear signal that even her under-assault mind could understand.

“STOP IT! STOP IT, PLEASE! PULL THEM OUT! PULL THEM OUUUUUUUUUT-AAAARGH!”

Starlight’s screams went unheeded as she was finally brought over the edge. Her whole body shuddered as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, temporarily blanking her mind. Her pussy unconsciously clamped down like a vice upon the twin intruders. With animalistic grunts, Flim and Flam reached their limit as they hilted and unleashed their seed with her. The stretched-out pussy walls milked out every drop of foal batter as it poured directly into her womb. A tear streaked down Starlight's cheeks as she simply twitched and squeaked in response to the overload of pleasure, a part of her lamenting how her contraception spell no longer protected her. It felt as if she had failed Sunburst and Trixie. She had failed to protect what was theirs and theirs alone to enjoy. As dark a stain on her soul as any she had suffered in her life. As the high of her orgasm slowly started ebbing away, she sluggishly opened her eyes to see Flim and Flam using her limp tail to clean off their semen-stained cocks. More of the sticky ooze was now pouring out of her gaping marehood, the pleasure currently masking the pain of her rape.

“A shame she wasn’t able to tell us anything,” Flim lamented in a disappointed tone, as if a business deal had just fallen through.

“No matter,” Flam consoled his twin with an almost cruel grin on his face as he looked down at the exhausted mare before them. “She might not have been willing to help as an informant, but we’re always in the market for new livestock.”

“They couldn’t have left one decent pair of pants?”

Sweetie Belle quietly fumed, asking the question out loud to no one. It helped keep her mind off other paths as she stood in the main room of Carousel Boutique’s ground floor. After she tearfully recounted the events of the failed teleport and Starlight’s sacrifice, Flurry Heart was quick to rush to the unicorn’s rescue. Before doing so however, she had asked if Sweetie wished to join her and, upon seeing the still fearful and crying features of the other mare, allowed her to stay hidden within her sister’s old home. While this compassion was appreciated by the white unicorn, she couldn't help but feel useless up to this point.

So, with Flurry having left some ten minutes prior and, after taking some more time to shed more tears, Sweetie had tasked herself with finding some new clothes to replace the ones the monsters had destroyed. Not just for herself, but also her companions. She had managed to talk the impatient princess into wearing a tattered curtain as a cloak to better disguise herself, as well as finding the only decent top left in the store; a long-sleeve black top with the hem cut so high it exposed a fair amount of underboob while still leaving Flurry decent. Sweetie, meanwhile, had managed to replace her panties with a lacy pink set with floral designs, but was now finding it difficult to obtain anymore clothing.

Realizing she could no longer use the search as an excuse to avoid introspection, she turned to head back up the stairs to her sister’s bedroom, but paused upon the foot of the steps to gaze over the ruined state of Carousel Boutique. Mannequins were strewn across the floor and sliced into numerous pieces, as were various scraps of fabric that had once been beautiful gowns or stunning suits. The sight of all this created an ache in Sweetie Belle’s heart, and drew her thoughts to Rarity. Despite near two decades having past by, she still prayed her sister was safe. Sure, Rarity knew how to handle herself. After all, alongside her friends, she'd faced down some of Equestria's greatest threats. But still, to be lost somewhere in places like what Ponyville had become... Sweetie Belle could only continue to pray her big sister was somewhere safe.

Safe… Like how she was and Starlight wasn’t. As she slowly started trudging up the stairs back towards the bedroom, her thoughts finally drifted to her companions. Starlight, who saved her from more rape and suffering and was no doubt taking such punishments in her place, and Flurry Heart, who was now bravely risking her life while she sat here in her sister’s home feeling sorry for herself. She wanted to save Starlight, she really did. But, deep down, Sweetie Belle had discovered she wasn’t as brave as she had once been. She supposed it had been the fact that, in her youth, she had been flanked by Apple Bloom and Scootaloo; feeding off of their courage in a way. And in the Empire, she had Button Mash being the dorkiest, yet most supportive special somepony she could ask for. Strip those safety nets away, and she wasn’t nearly as strong as she thought.

“I guess I am useless, huh?” She thought out loud solemnly, not expecting an answer.

But an answer she would receive. Just not in the manner she was expecting.

As she reached the top of the stairs, a painful pulse erupted from Sweetie Belle's stomach. The suddenness and pain from the ache nearly took her off her feet, resting one hand against the wall while another pressed against the sore point. For a split second she thought she could feel movement within her before another pulse rocked her entire body and brought her to her hands and knees. As she gasped in pain, the unicorn looked down her body and saw her belly becoming more and more gravid with each passing moment. With the pain growing along with her belly, she realized with equally growing horror what this meant.

The eggs from the train were hatching.

Fear pumping adrenaline into her limbs in spite of the pain, Sweetie Belle pushed herself up and half walked, half dragged herself along the wall to the toilet. She nearly slammed the door shut in her haste, almost destroying the hiding place her sister's ruined home had become as she immediately tore off her recently-acquired panties. The moment she sat down, the pains renewed their strength, drawing out howls of pain from the young mare as the growth of her belly finally stopped. Were anyone else to happen upon the unicorn, it would've been easy to mistake her from an expecting mother-to-be. In a sense, Sweetie realised that was true, just in the most depraved and disgusting way she could imagine. She could see individual bumps pressing from within her rounded belly, squirming around and stimulating her; creating feelings she didn’t wish to admit existed. Her breathing was growing loud and laboured as one hand rested against her moving stomach and the other pressed against the wall as hard as she could to stabilize herself.

Then they started moving. Pain and, concerningly for Sweetie Belle, pleasure coursed throughout her body as she nearly squealed from the stimulus. She fought to keep her voice in check, but it was a battle she seemingly had little chance of winning. Small wriggling forms were inching their way down her digestive tract towards the nearest exit; her asshole. Sweetie clenched her buttocks with all her might and feebly pressed her tail as an added barrier, hoping to hold off their advance and trying to control her haggard breathing. But it availed her little. Her belly continued contracting as more and more of the things inside her wriggled their way down from her stomach. The movement itself felt like somepony was fingering her pussy, but from inside her intestines and with two dozen extra fingers. As loath as she was to admit it, this day had awakened something within the usually prim unicorn. The constant sensations were causing her pussy to begin watering despite her wishes.

After a few agonizing minutes, she felt them at her back door. She clenched her butt cheeks together as hard as she could, even using her magic to push back against the approaching creatures. But the build up of the things madly ramming into and poking at her overburdened asshole from within, as well as their constant rubbing against her insides, was too much to bare. As one slowly managed to wedge itself out of her pucker, the floodgates opened and creature after creature burst out of her backside and into the toilet bowl in a disgustingly noisy ordeal. The feeling of release as well as the things breaking through was enough to push Sweetie Belle over the edge, her voice rising into a shrill scream of pleasure as her pussy gushed femcum into the bowl alongside these things.

Sweetie Belle endured wave after wave of ecstasy as the birthing continued. Her pleasure-wiped mind drifted in and out of consciousness; almost falling forward off the toilet in slumber, only to be harshly re-awoken by another wave. At last, the orgasm finally ebbed away. Slowly catching her breath, Sweetie forced her eyes open and eased herself off the toilet seat, bent forward and leaning against the door. Her backside felt sorer than she could ever remember it being; worse than the bad landing she and the other Cutie Mark Crusaders had endured during their attempt at a paragliding cutie mark, and far worse than the hardest Button Mash had ever pounded her pussy during sex. That forced her still recovering mind to another horrifying fact; she came from this. First on the train, then again in her sisters’ home, Sweetie Belle had reached orgasm with her ass twice in one day. She was glad nopony else was here to witness this debasing act. The shame of what Button's potential reaction to this only caused greater turmoil in Sweetie's soul.

The former Crusader dared a look back into the bowl and inhaled an unsteady gasp of horror. Writhing within Rarity’s toilet was a numerous pile of thick, maggot-like worms; appearing almost like slimy, living croissants. Their viscous, off-white bodies were pot marked with lavender bumps as they squirmed over each other in an attempt to clamber out of the porcelain throne. On top of this, Sweetie Belle felt something wet against her body aside from the trails of her nectar streaming down her thighs and the sticky sensations from her sore back door. She looked down and saw large wet patches had formed on the front of her jacket, and she could feel her shirt beneath was also soaked as it clung to her body.

Her breathing began to shorten in panic once again. Her apparent uselessness thus far, these... things, spawning from her, and now her breasts releasing milk as if in response to her anal birth? Sweetie couldn’t remain in there, not one second more. She swung open the door and stumbled through, running headfirst into another body that caught her. Acting on instinct, she pushed herself out of this person’s arms and fell to the floor, though her magic reached into Rarity’s room and carried her shield back to her. Her tired but alert eyes focused on her new guest, and her weary mind was unsure if her sight was playing tricks on her.

Standing before Sweetie Belle was an earth pony. The mare was as naked as other ponies she had seen in town; the only things even resembling clothing were a brown belt looping around her wide waist with a coiled whip attached to it, and an iron collar with a broken chain dangling from it. Her coat was a light blue while her curly mane and tail were a deep purple, reminding her of Rarity’s own hair, but with a stripe of pink swirling though it in a manner more reminiscent of Twilight Sparkle. The look in her sparkling blue eyes was one of surprise as she slowly raised her hands in a non-threatening manner.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay,” she said soothingly, not making any sudden moves while in Sweetie’s gaze. “You’re okay. I’m not going to hurt you.”

The adrenaline started seeping away from Sweeties’ limbs as she saw this newcomer, her shield arm lowering to help her sit up as the day began catching up with her. The train, the implanting of those eggs, being unable to help Starlight, then having to birth those… things. It was all too much. Her will crumbling, Sweetie Belle began to sob uncontrollably. Her whole body shuddered as she wept, not caring for anything as her emotions overwhelmed her. She felt somepony embrace her in a gentle hug, one she tightly returned as she buried her face into their shoulder and allowed her tears to soak into their coat. Sweetie Belle was unsure how long she had wept, but as the tears finally began drying up and the occasional sob choked out of her, she pulled back and looked up to see this newcomer had been the one to embrace her, the look in those blue eyes filled with empathy for the unicorn.

“Feeling better?” She asked, her voice quiet but compassionate. Sweetie responded with a nod, not trusting herself to speak for the moment. “Can you walk?” Another nod as she was helped to her feet. “Let’s get you somewhere nice to rest. That okay?” A third nod, and Sweetie Belle was slowly guided by this unknown mare back to Rarity’s room.

Sweetie Belle knew she shouldn't be so trusting of a complete stranger, and was more than ready to swing her shield into the newcomer's muzzle if the need arose. But she was mentally and emotionally spent, with her physical strength not far behind. Plus, said newcomer was keeping herself at arms' length as they moved slowly. It was obvious she also knew how this looked and wished to put their best foot forward. The two sat down on the edge of the faded red covers of Rarity's bed. A blue hand stretched out and hesitated for a moment before resting upon a white shoulder as the unicorn sniffled and wiped the tears from her eyes.

“I’m sorry for startling you,” the mare began after a moment or two of quiet. “I wasn’t sure if you were a monster baiting me in or if you really needed help.”

“N-No,” Sweetie croaked, her voice still choked up from the crying. “I-It’s... I-I'm fine. But… who are you?”

“Oh, right. Sorry,” the mare chuckled softly to herself, removing her hand from Sweetie's shoulder and bringing it to her chest. A journey the unicorn's eyes followed. “My name’s Duplicia. What’s your name?”

“...S-Sweetie Belle.” She stuttered, partly from exhaustion, and from embarrassment at staring at this mare's tits. The uneasiness from earlier was still there in her voice as well, subtly informing this Duplicia she would need to tread.

“Well, Sweetie Belle, may I ask what you’re doing in here? This whole region’s not exactly a great place to hide, you know.”

Sweetie Belle looked away for a moment. “I... I’m waiting for my friends. One of them got separated and the other went back for them... What about you?” The unicorn turned to look the earth pony in the eye, hoping to turn the tables and get some answers. “What are you doing here, and how’d you get free?” Duplicia smiled as she stood up, though said smile didn’t make it all the way to her eyes.

“I was a prisoner,” she began, tapping the metallic collar still affixed around her neck. “That much is true. But, after ages of waiting patiently and somehow clinging to my sanity, I managed to trick my captors and run away. A few weeks later I was taken in by an underground resistance cell. They kept me safe and, in return, I’ve been helping them try to fight back against Empress Talvira. I was on my way to reunite with them before I heard your moans from outside. You were lucky there aren’t many monsters around here at this time of night.”

As she spoke, Sweetie Belle began noticing the features of Duplicia’s body more closely. The way her arms and legs were lean but showed signs of muscle buried just beneath, or how she was possessed of a beautiful hourglass figure. Those thick thighs and wide hips led up into a thin waist, but ballooned back out again in the form of full E cup breasts capped with dark blue nipples. If anything, the blue earth pony's figure reminded the unicorn very much of her older sister.

Her observations didn’t go unnoticed, as Duplicia knelt down before Sweetie Belle to look her in the eye, her face displaying genuine concern. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re spacing out a bit.”

Sweetie Belle shook her head, feeling the heat of a blush she frantically waved off. “I-I’m fine,” she stuttered, looking away and tucking a strand of her mane away from her face. “I’m just-”

“Exhausted?” The question caught Sweetie off guard, but she nodded meekly at Duplicia’s correct guess. The other mare smiled that soft smile again as she clambered back onto the bed and scooted up further to rest her head on one of the pillows, patting the one next to it as an invitation. Sweetie dithered for a moment but Duplicia sat up again. “Sweetie Belle, you need to rest.”

“But,” Sweetie blurted out, standing up off the bed and beginning to pace as her fears resurfaced. “B-But... I barely know you. How do I know I can trust you? A-And what about my friends? I need to be ready for when they get back. I can’t fail them again. I’ve already been such a burden on them. I need-”

“Stop!” Duplicia called out, hurrying off the bed and gripping the unicorn by the shoulders. “Don’t ever think of yourself like that. You can’t blame yourself for what happened, whatever happened. What you need right now is to rest.”

“But my friends-”

“I’ll stay with you,” Duplicia interrupted again, her blue eyes staring deep into Sweetie’s green. “I’ll keep you safe, and I’ll wake you when they come back. Now rest, please. For your own sake if no pony else's.”

The speech struck a chord within the tearful unicorn, reminding her of times in the past when Apple Bloom had been the one to talk some sense into her when it was usually the other way around. With a sigh, she nodded tiredly before being brought into another gentle hug from Duplicia. After remaining that way for a moment or two longer, Sweetie Belle allowed herself to be guided back onto her sister’s bed, the blue earth pony pulling the covers over the both of them and gently holding her slender white hands. As her head hit the pillow, her fatigue hit her with the full force of a train; her heavy eyelids winning the battle against her consciousness. She fought it a little longer, but looking into the empathetic eyes and caring smile of Duplicia was enough to let herself slip away. With the last thing she could feel being the warmth of the covers, the grip of one of Duplicia’s hands holding hers, and the other tracing patterns upon her shoulder, Sweetie Belle drifted into the dream realm.

Flash. Run. Hide. Locate, and flash again.

This became Flurry Heart’s method as she raced north through Ponyville, the farmlands beyond and her aunt her goal. Tugging down on the curtain from Carousel Boutique as a makeshift cloak, she ran through the backstreets, checked the corners, then teleported herself a few blocks further down. She didn’t dare fly overhead as she did on her way into town, knowing she’d stick out like a sore thumb against the lit undersides of the pink clouds above. So, while the apparent miasma that condemned Starlight and Sweetie Belle to landing at the farm meant long range teleportation was a bust without a beacon, this little escapade had proven short range jumps were still possible.

As she slipped past the clearing around the town hall, Flurry overheard some monsters bragging about various vulgar ‘victories,’ which mares were the best rut, and other perverted platitudes. One thing that did catch her ear, however, was the rumblings that a horde was being rallied for a potential push north of town. Even as she ran on, Flurry panicked a little internally. There was only one place worth invading to the north for these beasts; her home. The Crystal Empire. Squirreling that important nugget of information away, Flurry pushed herself harder, running faster and teleporting further with each jump. Despite this increase in speed, she always kept a watchful eye out, and managed to evade detection all the way to the edge of the town.

Once out of town and in the brush of the countryside, Flurry allowed herself to fly low to the ground to make up for lost time. She weaved in-between trees whenever they bunched up close, her eyes scanning the skies just as often as they did her path or surroundings. As she travelled, however, she had felt a slowly growing tightness within her chest; no doubt the tension and worry for her missing aunt. But she had no time to dwell on that, managing to land in the bushes near the farmyard of what Starlight had told her was once the most hard-working and dependable farm in all of Equestria; Sweet Apple Acres.

Looking upon this farm now, it more resembled a secret government research base from one of those trashy novels that Pound Cake enjoyed reading. The lights were off in the windows of the warehouse, as well as the red farmhouse a small distance away. The ground and air surrounding the farm, however, were definitely awash with activity. Monstrous ponies and fleshy, sphere-like monsters patrolled the grounds with a fervour that seemed like they knew somepony else was coming. It’d be suicidal to force her way in with that many guards, so Flurry thought quickly and, upon plucking an idea, hoped these things were as dense as she hoped.

With her magic, she crafted half a dozen small orbs of illusionary light, materializing them hovering above the farmyard. The lights immediately captured the attention of the monster ponies, as well as some of the flying monsters. They leapt at them and swooped, but passed right through them. Convinced they would take the bait, Flurry then sent the orbs zooming further north up the dirt path, with vast swathes of the dumb brutes chasing their impossible prized. She saw someone else run out of the farmhouse; a twin-headed unicorn stallion in white pajamas with blue pinstripes. They shouted after the disappearing horde, and order those who hadn’t ran after the lights to remain on guard before taking off after their disobedient servants.

Once the rabble was well out of sight, Flurry charged the balls to stick to the closest object and remain stationary, no doubt buying her a few minutes to get inside. Making a mental note to thank her aunt Trixie for the dancing light spell, she turned her attention to the remaining guards; four of the ponies and two floating abominations. Drawing her sword, she took a deep breath, then teleported. Reappearing behind one of the bestial stallions, Flurry plunged her sword straight through its back before teleporting again, reappearing in the air just above one of the floating spheres and bisecting it. Another teleport saw her decapitate another of the ponies before blasting the heads of the last two clean off with magic. As the last floating blob swooped in to catch her, she easily caught it in a golden aura and cut clean through it, the monster joining its brethren as a lifeless husk on the ground.

Flicking the blood off of her sword, Flurry quickly rushed to the doors, finding them locked. She was about to wrench the doors open, but hearing the shouting of the master of the farm from even this distance meant she had little time to waste picking locks. Thinking quickly, she took flight to the roof of the building and pressed a fake trail of footprints on the path leading back to town before drifting off into the woods. Hoping her deception would be enough, she looked in through one of the rectangular skylights of the warehouse. She could see large, rounded shapes in the dim light, but not much more detail. However, with the horde soon to return, she didn’t want to be caught outside, or at all, and swiftly teleported herself inside.

Resolving to find her aunt as quickly as possible, Flurry Heart cast a light spell to banish the murkiness that permeated the warehouse. She immediately regretted this action, as it not only revealed the walls of feminine flesh from which all the ambient moans came from, but it also revealed Starlight’s predicament.

The senior unicorn was wedged within the monstrous bust of a yellow earth pony with red hair and a bow. Starlight’s arms were bound behind her head, and a clear tube was strapped into her mouth, pumping what looked like cider into her in long bursts with only five to ten second intervals to allow her to breathe. Her lower half remained unseen as she was buried within the cavernous valley of boob up to the undersides of her own bust. It was Starlight’s bust that horrified Flurry Heart the most. Starlight’s breasts had seemingly tripled in size, up to a EE if the young alicorn had to guess, and her darkened nipples were bound by two thin dark bands. The unicorn’s face was fully flushed as she was forced to swallow liter after liter of the liquid.

Unable to stand seeing her trapped like this, Flurry immediately pulled Starlight out of her cleavage prison and sat her down against one of the massive boobs, removing all the bindings on her. Though she was now no longer being forced to drink that liquid, Starlight sounded out a louder rendition of what these other poor mares were moaning as her nipples erupted with milk. It sprayed out like a fire hose, arcing at least a meter before splattering on the ground. Flurry watched on in shock as Starlight, in a babbling fit of pleasure, tried desperately to milk herself, the pleasure bringing tears of exhaustion to her eyes and tears of sadness to her nieces’. With a howl of carnal pleasure, Starlight’s body spasmed and her jets of milk shot further. For a few minutes, the twitches of her body continued until they died down and Starlight seemingly fell unconscious, the streams of milk slowing to a trickle.

As she watched on, Flurry felt the tightness in her chest grow until she felt a wetness on the barely-presentable top Sweetie Belle had found for her to wear beneath her armor. She also felt something rubbing at her crotch, and gasped when she found her hand had subconsciously drifted down there while watching Starlight empty her lactose-laden chest. She jerked her hand away immediately and then cautiously reached under the shirt to feel at her breast, feeling something wet stain her hand as well as a slightly pleasant feeling when her hand brushed across her nipple. Pulling back her hand, she saw a thin, white liquid staining her hand.

So shocked as the young princess by the implications of this, it took her a second to realize the light in the warehouse was brighter than what her spell was providing, and lacked its golden hue. Spinning around, sword drawn, she saw the twin-headed stallion standing with smug smiles at the door, flanked by four more of the monster ponies.

“Well, well,” the clean-shaven head spoke up, his voice immediately worrying those mares on the walls still awake. “Looks like the new livestock was useful after all, brother.”

“Hm, it would appear so,” the one with the curly red moustache replied, the guards mirroring the mutant pony’s movements as they walked further in. “But I didn’t expect we’d get a visit from a princess. It’s been that long since one’s been seen, I thought they’d all gone extinct.”

“…What did you do to her?” Flurry asked in a low voice, pointing at the heavily panting Starlight as her grip on the sword tightened.

“Why, she merely volunteered to assist us with some work,” the moustache-less one responded. “She wasn’t willing to share any information, so we gave her a try out with our girls here.”

“Yes, she’s fit in quite well here,” the sibling head continued, “but since you disapprove, maybe we can come to a deal?”

“Why yes,” the left one spoke up again. “How’s this for a deal; in exchange for some information, and a little bit of workplace learning, we will return your friend to you. Sounds fair, doesn’t it?”

Flurry slowly turned to look back at her aunt, laying on her side as her eyes opened but remained unfocused, her nipples still leaking a thin trickle of dairy goodness. The sight sparked something within Flurry Heart; a fire that had never burned as brightly or as fierce as in that moment. As she turned to face the foes arrayed before her, they saw this fire in her eyes, and the twins took a step back.

Flurry Heart was furious, and her wordless answer came swiftly.

She shot forward on her wings, ducking down low to cut off the foot of one of the monsters at the ankle before standing and spinning on the spot to decapitate that same monster. Another lunged for her but she teleported out of the way, reappearing in the air to cleave the flying beasts in twain. She swooped down, spinning forward in a mid-air roll while simultaneously splitting another of the monster pony’s heads vertically before landing in-front of the panicked unicorns and bringing her blade to bare. Their heads hit the ground a second before their body did.

The moment the mutant unicorn dropped dead, a loud animalistic cry of pain roared out in the night. Both within the warehouse and beyond, the sound pierced ears as Flurry looked up at the source. The monsters she had bypassed to slay their master were convulsing, their joints twisting in painful angles before they fell to the ground and, after a few more minutes of painful noise, lay still. As silence fell over the farm, Flurry turned and poked her head out the door. The ground was littered with the unmoving bodies of the rest of the monstrous horde, seemingly joining their masters in the afterlife. A weary sigh escaping her lips, Flurry walked back over to Starlight, who had seemingly regained some sense of awareness and tiredly looked up at her.

“F-Flurry?” She asked, looking around in confusion. “Wh-What happened?”

“It’s… it’s okay Starlight,” Flurry stuttered, dropping to her knees and bringing the altered unicorn into a tight hug. “You’re safe now… and… I’m sorry. I… I’m so sorry.”

With this apology, Flurry’s dam of emotions burst. She cried into Starlight’s shoulder before her aunt wrapped her arms around the alicorn, stroking her mane and nuzzling her. Flurry was unsure of how long they sat there, but as this first day of her quest came to a close, two things were certain; she had vastly underestimated the cost this quest could incur, and she feared what could happen to her companions should she make another mistake.

Author's Note

Flurry Heart Stats:
Purity: 3/3*
Will: +3
Strength: +4*
Defense: +4*
Speed: +5
Magic: +4
Items:
Crystal Sword: +1 to Strength
Crystal Armor: +1 to Defense
Chastity Glyph: Sacrifice this instead of a Purity point upon losing it in vaginal sex
Reformation Gems x3
Teleportation Crystals x3
Apple x2
Corruptions:
Lactation (1/3)

Starlight Glimmer Stats:
Purity: 2/3
Will: +2
Strength: +2
Defense: +2
Speed: +2
Magic: +4
Items:
None
Corruptions:
Expanded Breasts (EE cup): Disadvantage on Speed Checks
Lactation (2/3): Disadvantage on Will Checks

Sweetie Belle Stats:
Purity: 2/3*
Will: +3
Strength: +1*
Defense: +3*
Speed: +2
Magic: +2
Items:
Crystal Buckler Shield: Advantage on Strength Checks
Crystal Armored Clothes: +1 to Defense
Contraceptive Spell: Sacrifice this instead of a Purity point upon losing it in vaginal sex
Reformation Gems x3
Teleportation Crystals x3
Apple x2
Corruptions:
Lactation (1/3)

Well, that took a bit longer than I planned to finish.
So, I know I've been inconsistent on the voting times thus far, but this is the definite last time this will be changed. We're going back to a full week for voting, as once again the late surge voters showed their might in altering the story. I've taken to calling these voters the Late Vote Crew. It's also a timely reminder to me that, to help hopefully mitigate any distractions from real life, a longer vote time will help me plan the chapters out better going forward.

I will admit, writing Sweetie Belle's segment was still a challenge. I came up with half a dozen different ideas as to how it was going to go since she stayed behind, and while this wasn't the one I thought we'd end up with, I think it's a decent enough result.
Also, damn Flurry. You scary!
As for the votes, it looked pretty locked in until the Late Vote Crew rocked up. The action option had enough of a lead to help Flurry avoid a full frontal assault, but the votes swung Sweetie Belle into staying behind.

Action:
Full Frontal Assault: 12
Sneaky Strategic Rescue: 15
Character:
Have Sweetie Belle stay behind: 15
Have Sweetie Belle join the rescue: 12

And now for the new options. Lets' see what the second day of this mission will bring!

Action:
Rest within the warehouse
Return to Sweetie Belle
Items:
Use Reformation Gem on Starlight
Use Reformation Gem on Apple Bloom

As always, thanks for reading and happy voting.