Reversed Paradise

Chapters

Reversed Paradise, Ch 1
Reversed Paradise, Ch 2
Reversed Paradise, Ch 3
Reversed Paradise, Ch 4
Reversed Paradise, Ch 5
Reversed Paradise, Ch 6
Reversed Paradise, Ch 7
Reversed Paradise, Ch 8
Reversed Paradise, Ch 9
Reversed Paradise, Ch 10
Reversed Paradise, Ch 11
Reversed Paradise, Ch 12
Reversed Paradise, Ch 13

Reversed Paradise, Ch 1

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Journal Log 000

This journal will stand as a record to my time on the world of Aphrodite, and my experience as the other gender.

I shouldn't have said anything, but after helping the Doctor stop the army of the cyber ponies empire from “Upgrading” a whole world, we all needed a vacation, and it needed to be something different. The Doctor then got excited about visiting a planet called Aphrodite. He told us it is one of the most peaceful places in the galaxy and that they primarily focus on customer service as a paradise world. But it’s biggest draw, of which made me truly regret asking for a vacation.

This world naturally swaps your gender!

The girls all got excited about it, and the Doctor. Well, he is the Doctor. This is far from strange to him. I’m beginning to wonder if anything is considered strange to him anymore. I, for one, am not looking forward to this change, but I’m outvoted four to one, so off the Tardis goes.

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Journal Log 01

So it has happened. I went from being a very short and skinny stallion unicorn to a very short and skinny mare unicorn. What has happened to my life!

There was not much change to myself. My jaw had rounded, and my hips had become bigger, but most annoyingly was that my mane poofed out more than normal, getting in my eyes whenever I wasn’t paying attention.

We all had to get shots after our transformations, some being vaccinations, but one was for a contraceptive. It was something about preventing guests from trying to have children over their stay.

Stern Wing didn’t change much either. She went from the big strong mare pegasus to a just as big and strong stallion pegasus. I couldn’t help but feel… annoyed. She fit being a stallion far better than I did, and worse, she was now utterly unattractive.

The change didn’t affect our minds, so even though I was now a mare, I was still a stallion inside, and I was hating this!

The others took all this far better than I. Derpy looked a bit awkward as a stallion, though she just took it in stride as she always does. With Vision being blind, she couldn't see how she had changed, but she seemed to be taking things as well as I was. Then there’s the Doctor, who had clearly been here before, and took to it like a pegasus to the air.

I guess he must have done something for the locals, as they practically bent over backwards to help him and us as soon as his name was mentioned.

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Journal Log 02

So I was planning on just relaxing, enjoying the peace and quiet while staying in the bungalow the Doctor rented, but Sturn Wing kept bugging me until I gave in. Under that big tough stallion is still the mare I love. Unfortunately, I didn’t know what was waiting for me. Damn her!

We had gotten a native mare as our tour guide, a Columbi as they’re called, and she was absolutely stunning.

Well all the locals were beautiful. I could only assume that it was just the locals that were allowed near the guests, but still, they were remarkably beautiful looking ponies.

Well, not ponies. They all looked like pegasus, but they were all feathers and no fur, along with small and soft talons instead of hooves. If it was not for their pony-like face, I say they looked more like doves.

So my regret of the day came to be, and I had been taken to a clothing store for mares, and pushed inside to have a “Makeover.” Luckily for the new “girls”… the guys were told to wait outside. Our tour guide and the Doctor joined me into this new nightmare.

Our guide, Treron Vernans, as helpful as she was in giving me a makeover, the green and pink mare was also too touchy-feely. I could only be glad I still didn’t have my penis, as she would rub her cheek with mine whenever she got excited about how I looked. She practically felt me up while getting my measurements.

When it was all over, I couldn't help but see a cute mare in the mirror… I hated it! I didn’t want to be cute, I just wanted to relax, and now I can't stop thinking about myself in a sexual manner!

Well, as soon as the Doctor finds herself the right dress, we will at least do some more normal things at a fairground.

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Journal Log 03

I spoke too soon when I had said that dress up was my regret of the day.

Things had gotten better after we left for the fairground, and as uncomfortable as I was, I did have fun playing the games, going through a massive funhouse, and eating fantastic food. The place was about everything the Doctor had said it was, and seeing all the different aliens was a sight to behold. Though one thing most of us were having a hard time getting used to was all the open showing of affection all over the place.

The Doctor simply explained that ponies come to this world to experiment with… Well long story short, they find a partner to have a fling with. I don’t know why anypony would do that. I may be a mare right now, but the idea of hooking up with a stallion just didn’t sit right for me.

Then the incident happened. Some drunk pony, shark, things… pony sharks began to hit on the Doctor and I. I don’t know why, but the Doctor looked flattered. She did, however, manage to skillfully deflect his advances. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the same skills as the Doctor, so I clammed up. Somehow my silence came off as an invitation, and the next thing I knew, I had a rubber hoof stroking my genitals as the shark-pony was inviting me to go inside a privacy tent.

What happened next surprised everypony. Derpy rushed in and knocked over the shark-pony, and began yelling at him. I had never seen her… him … so mad before, but then when the shark-pony began to bleed, Derpy’s anger had turned to fear, as she thought she had seriously hurt the pony.

Worse, Vision started to panic as well. Her psychic ability going out of control for some reason. We were all so scared.

Fortunately, the local authorities acted fast. They deescalated the situation. The shark pony was fine, and it turns out that he wasn't even mad. He was just dizzy from the alcohol.

Unfortunately Vision had to leave the main city. It turns out that those with psychic abilities have been having adverse reactions to the city lately, and Vision could not turn off her power. They had a safe quiet place for her so she would be fine, and Derpy went with her, both to give her company, but also because she scared herself there.

Now, the Doctor’s off making sure Vision and Derpy will have everything they need, and Stern and I have retired to our bungalow.

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“Do you need to talk with someone, Miss Feather?” Treron asked Feather in a sweet tone.

Closed her journal and put it into a small book bag the Doctor bought for Feather at a local store.

“It’s mister… never mind. No. I’ll be fine,” I replied.

The whole gender change was still so very alien to her. From trotting to her own voice, none of it was his. It felt like it was all some other mares.

The Columbi mare smiled. “Alright. Just let any of us know if you need any assistance. Our guests are our treasure, and that includes you.” She then trotted away.

Entering her room, Feather found Stern punching a pillow on their bed.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” Stern said with each strike of the pillow.

Feather just sighed as she trotted over. “It’s not your fault.”

“Is it,” Stern huffed. He flapped his wings before pushing the pillow under his legs before sitting down. “It should have never happened. I should have been the one to protect you.”

Stern’s head hung low. “Now Derpy can't be with us because I’m such a coward.”

Feather sighed. “I’m fine, and so is Derpy. Truthfully, I’m more worried about Vision.”

A nod came from Stern. “We should go visit them tomorrow.”

“Ya, and no dress up this time. I swear that I had so many stallion eyes on me that it was absolutely embarrassing. That, and this underwear keeps riding up my new lady parts. Ponies don’t normally wear clothes for crying out loud!” Feather grumbled.

Stern chuckled. “If it’s that bad, let me know. I wouldn't mind taking that dress off. It’s sort of like unwrapping a Heart’s Warming present.”

Stern then looked away, seemingly panicked.

“What’s the matter? Are you okay, Stern?” Feather lifted herself onto the bed, worried.

“I… I’m fine. Just give me… me a moment,” Stern stammered.

Concerned, Feather trotted right up to Stern as she said, “Nonsense. Now, tell me what's wr…”

When Feather stepped on the pillow, Stern gave a quiet yelp. During that time, Feather felt something hard under the pillow.

Cocking an eyebrow, Feather took a step back. With her magic, she removed the pillow and took a closer look.

Flopping up, Stern’s dick flopped up in front of Feather, it long, think and hard. The two sat there frozen, Stern covering his face with his hooves, and his large member standing upright in front of Feather’s face.

“S… sorry. It won’t listen to me. It just won't go away!” Stern stammered, and Feather knew that he was about to start crying.

Feather Wind passed Stern Wing a smirk as she said, “It’s okay, Stern. I used to have one of these too, so I know what it feels like to have it and what triggers them. Usually, you are the one who provokes this response from me, so I cannot decry you for having the same reaction towards me, except it does surprise me that you’d find me attractive as a mare.”

With a long sigh, Feather stepped up closer to Stern. “I’m only going to do this once, alright?”

Stern peeked from under his hooves as he felt a soft sensation on his dick, and saw Feather begin to stroke it. Her small hooves wrapped around the hard cock and slowly began pumping. The sensation was like nothing Stern had felt before. It was similar to how it was as a mare, but at the same time utterly different.

Then she felt like she was going to explode. Her dick twitched, then a release that felt too good.

Feather was caught by surprise as a stream of cum shot out of Stern’s dick which hit her in the face. She was stunned, and felt a little sick… and yet, quite aroused.

Looking at Stern, he had fallen into his back. He was breathing heavily. His dick had gone soft. Feather hadn't removed the cum from her face, finding herself more focused on Stern, and Stern’s dick.

“I… I really shouldn't,” Feather muttered to herself.

“You shouldn’t what?” Stern asked right before feeling a hoof once again wrap around his dick.

The stroking of her sensitive dick kept Stern still, unable to process the pleasure, but then something changed. Something warm and wet touched his member.

Feather felt queasy at what the both of them just did. Stern’s dick was covered in precum and also had some of his actual cum on it. To Feather’s own suprise, she licked it. The bitter taste was disgusting, and the smell that filled her nose was just as bad, but Feather couldn't think straight. She was too aroused, and was now rubbing her pussy as she stroked Stern's dick. With her mouth salivating from the pleasure, Feather licked the dick again, and again a bitter taste was on her tongue.

Stern’s dick again became hard. It throbbed from the attention. Unable to turn back, Feather began sucking on the tip. With her every breath, she went a little deeper until Stern’s dick filled her mouth.

Unable to hold back, Stern again orgasmed, thus shooting her hot seed into Feather’s mouth which caused her to fall back.

Pushing himself up, Stern finally got a good look as Feather in concern. Feather looked like a mess. Her dress was disheveled and spotted with cum, and her face… Feather’s face was covered in Stern’s milky cum. It even was coming out of her nose and some gurgled out of her mouth as Feather panted heavily.

Stern was first shocked, but the longer she looked, the harder her dick became. Still aroused, his eyes lowered, falling on a soaked pair of panties covering Feathers' pussy. He hit himself to calm down, trying to regain control of himself.

“Do it,” Feather mutters with a breath aflutter

“W… what?” Stern stammered in suprise.

Feather opened up her legs. “I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me, Stern.”

What restrained Stern had faded. With a devilish grin, he reached out and with his teeth ripped off the panties which exposed Feather’s pussy.

Standing over Feather, it dawned on Stern Wing more fully how small and delicate Feather Wind was. Stern would have worried about hurting her if he was thinking straight.

Slowly, Stern pushed himself into Feather. His cock touched the entrance of her pussy. With one thrust, Stern was in, and Feather whimpered.

Stern snapped out of her lust-fueled trance in concern as he asked, “Are… are you okay Feather?!”

“It… it hurts,” she whimpered.

“I’m so sorry! I’ll pull out.” Stern apologized.

“NO!” Feather breathed insistently which further surprised Stern Wing. “Please... keep going.”

Stern grew a daring grin as he asked, “Are you really that determined to know what it feels like to be a mare?”

Feather Wind pounded the top side of the bed with a hoof in hysterical frustration as she frantically cried out instantly, “NOW, Stern Wing! Thrust it in me! I must have more!”

Stern sighed, then said, “Alright, but remember ... you asked for it.”

Slowly, Sturn again pushed forward. At first he only did it half way to test if he could see the indent of his cock on Feather’s belly. Pulling back, a trickle of blood followed, causing Stern to sigh in amusement. “I popped your cherry, Feather. I guess I’m your first.”

Gazing back at Stern Wing with a gaze which melted with pleasure, Feather admitted, “Well, it’s only fair. You were my first. I did not expect to get the opportunity to return the favor, but here we are.”

Stern began pumping harder. Both of them panted loudly. Feather’s cute moans of pleasure like music to his ears.

It finally came again. Stern blew her third load into Feather who then let out the loudest moan yet. Now finally spent, Stern pulled out, almost making a pop sound before Feather started leaking cum on top of Feather’s twitching legs.

Laying next to each other, they both spent a minute catching their breath.

Feather then spoke. “You’re… too… big.”

Ster sighed. “Sorry. I was kind of born that way.”

“Don’t be,” Feather expressed while her breath was still aflutter, trying to catch up. “Let’s … let's do it again,” Feather said with an adorable, soft, loving smile on her face

“Alright, but remember, you asked for it.” Stern reminded.

They kissed. Stern tasted his own cum on her tongue.

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Journal Log 04

This morning was awkward to say the least. I could barely look at Stern after what we did. It’s not like it was our first time together, but we were our normal genders back then. I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it’s the planet, or the gender change, but right now I know I’m not attracted to Stern. Not when she is a he.

But, when I think about last night, my nether feels warm.

Eh, I’m sure it was just a one-time thing. It’s probably just a temporary lapse in sanity that I’ve read about. I used to wonder if such a phenomenon actually existed, but then I met the Doctor and journeyed with him in the Tardis. As extraordinary as this journey has been, it brought my sanity into question on multiple occasions. I do not think I’m the only one who feels this way, either.

Well, we're going to go visit Derpy and Vision on the marrow. The Doctor should have secured us a ride by then. I sincerely hope that seeing them again will surely help me think straight.

Oh, and one more thing. If Stern Wing and I ever get any foals, then I pray to Celestia that our foal never discovers this journal! On the off chance such a naughty foal is reading it right now, then heed the words of a very angry father: PUT THE BOOK DOWN NOW!

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Reversed Paradise, Ch 2

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Journal Log 05

We received private transportation to see Derpy and Vision from a corporation by the name Horizons Inc. who seem to know the Doctor well enough to go out of their way to get her anything she needs. Although those services were ultimately not free, they were all at a severe discount. From what the Doctor told me, the company has a very efficient business strategy and management, though filled to the brim with bureaucracy. They don't overstretch themselves with useless departments and primarily focus on keeping their customers happy and loyal.

It was all more than new to me despite having traveled through time and space with the Doctor for a good while now. I did get curious about our personal driver, who at first looked like a normal pony, but something was off about him. Resonant Gemcrafter, or Res for short, was a pail teal-colored pony with a silver mane and gray spots covering his legs and muzzle. He called his kind a Mirage pony, and that they were an artificially evolved race of ponies. There was something about early space travel and how the radiation prevented natural birthing of ponies. His ability to draw in the magic from the world around him felt a lot like the natural magic I could use, but without as much control. Instead, he actad as a container for the raw magic, and could push it out into anything around him, a useful ability for recharging any magic based technology.

By the time we got to the more isolated part of the guest zone to meet our friends, Stern was already making fun of me for being attracted to Res, of which I reminded him that I was in fact, not attracted to stallions because, as I was still male inside.

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Journal Log 06

Derpy and Vision were doing alright. The place they were staying was like a sanctuary of serenity. Other than the native wildlife and a few families with children, this place was quiet and peaceful. Res and the Doctor explained to me that this part of the guest zone was made for those more sensitive emotionally and psychically, as it has psychic shielding in the area to block the erratic emotions coming from the city.

For what happened with Vision, we were all shocked that the gender change had triggered her… him to start to go through puberty, and that caused his psychic power to become hard to control. Vision would need to stay here until either he stabilizes, or until we leave. Vision himself was fine with this as Horizon has given him a consular with similar psychic abilities. They even gave him a seeing eye… lizard… bird... It was a feathery lizard that was trained to help the blind, not that Vision needed it.

The Doctor called it an Archaeopteryx, though I distinctly heard the locoals calling it a Happy Glider. It only helped to remind me that this was an alien world.

The girls… the guys eventually went off to talk privately. During that time, I finally got to have some peace and quiet, which I found rather ideal about this place. When they return, I announced that I was going to stay here until we left the world.

Stern just picked me up and carried me to the sky cart. Damn him.

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Journal Log 07

It’s been nearly a week. During that time, Stern kept pressuring me to do more activities, but I’ve managed to find ways out of most of them. I am not going into the weekly beauty pageant or joining a dance-off. Stern has also suggested some of the more adult activities. There was no way I’m doing any of that!

I do think I’m finally getting used to all this, though I keep finding myself staring at my own backside in the mirror… I’m ashamed to admit it, but I am an attractive mare, and sometimes when I am alone, I have started masturbating with myself or with female Stern in mind. I’ve even caught Stern masturbating. Whenever I did, I just awkwardly backed out of the room with very tiny eye pupils. I mean, she is just too big, and well, stallions are not my thing. Conversely, I can see the appeal or her to explore the subtle nuances of her altered body. After all, this might be our last chance to explore this. There is no telling what we’d encounter in the next world, after all, or determine if any of us will even survive it. As much as I can appreciate the journey I’ve shared with the Doctor, I must admit that we have encountered an inordinate amount of mortal peril.

Since Stern and I were sharing a bed, we have continued to sleep with each other, though it has been like that since the first night, and felt more like an obligation. I can tell that Stern has been disappointed by it, but what am I supposed to do? I’m not gay. I don’t find stallions appealing, I just wish we were off this world, and Stern was a mare again. After all, I don’t like the thought of her feeling rejected, and I miss the physical touch of our normal selves with each other, too.

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Again, Feather found herself sitting in front of a tall mirror, gazing at herself as she rubbed her clit with her hoof. The feeling of shame only made her more aroused as she privately debased herself, but it was barely enough. Over the past week, her private masturbation took her longer and longer to get off, and unlike when she was a male, her body didn’t relax afterwards. It wasn’t like Feather was horny all the time, but being around Stern so much reminded her of their private time together, and when she was by herself, her own body was attractive. There was almost no escape for Feather.

“Fuck!” Feather breathed, her foreleg already tired from the repetitive motion. Although she was able to get off, her body wanted more. “It’s… it’s not enough.” Upon further reflection, Feather realized that her activities were much akin to eating the same food over and over again. No matter how much it tastes good the first time, eventually the minds just wears down if there wasn’t ever any variance to the flavors.

“Then maybe I can help you with that?” Treron offered and she popped into the mirror behind me.

Feather gave a quiet inhale scream of terror.

The lights turned on, and Stern trotted in holding a basket with a mischievous grin on her face.

“Wh… What are you doing, and why is Miss Treron here?” Feather nervously asked.

Stern put the bag onto the bed. “I asked Treron about why it’s getting harder to get off lately.”

Feather cocked an eyebrow as she slowly closed her legs. “Why…?”

“Because all we have been doing is staying inside and masturbating! That's why!” Stern grumbled.

Treron trotted over to me in order to help me up. “It happens with a lot of our new guests. They end up in a loop that ends in boredom. It’s why we offer so much to do, and are trained in extra services.”

“What kind of extra services?” Feather asked as she was led to the bed by Treron.

She only had a moment to see Stern wink at Treron, then a small soft talon rubbed on her clit, causing Feather to let out a surprised moan.

Stern then turned the bag over. As a result, several sex toys fell out. “If you're going to refuse to go out, then I’m going to make fun for the two of us in here.”

Feather could feel Treron’s hot breath on her pussy. She turned in time to see the alien push in and lick her clit, again causing Feather to moan in surprised pleasure. Then, with a click, Feather found a studded red collar around her neck. It was a leach held by Stern, who was now sitting in front of her, erect dick out.

“Now, Honey, if you don’t get started licking, then your punishment will get more severe,” Stern said with a devilish grin as he held up a strange pear-shaped sex toy.

She glared at him for a moment, but Treron's tongue distracted Feather from her annoyance. Each little wave of pleasure fogged her mind.

Salivating, Feather took the tip of Stern's member into her mouth and began enjoying it like a bitter lollipop. Her tongue covered the member with saliva.

As Feather sucked, taking the dick deeper, she felt it fill her mouth. After that, she felt a hoof on her head. Stern's eyes were glazing over. He was breathing heavily. Then he pushed, a little at first, his tip hitting Feather’s throat, thus causing her to try and back up, but then Treron nibbled on her clit which caused a fresh wave of pleasure jolted up Feather’s spine.

Losing what little strength she had, Feather’s head was pushed down. Stern's dick didn't just fill her mouth, it also went down her throat, thus preventing her from breathing. In that moment, Sterns member throbbed with pleasure. His entire cock was inside of Feather. When he came, it lasted several seconds before he pulled out.

“You know, Feather Wind,” Stern said in a wistful and playful tone, “I’ve honestly learned that I’ve grown quite jealous of stallions when it comes to their fun little natural toys. Why didn’t you ever tell me it was so fun?”

Coughing up hot spunk, tears welled in Feather’s eyes. "Why, I couldn't breathe!" she whimpered.

Clarity washed over Stern, and then shock at what he just did. "Oh Feather, I'm so sorry!"

Treron got up next to Feather. She rubbed her cheeks with her own. "It will be fine. Something so big will always be hard on a mare. You two just went a little fast, that's all." Her voice was soft and loving.

She then began making out with Feather, who resisted at first, but then lost in her own pleasure, accepting Treron's offer. It kind of felt like cheating on Stern Wing, but her new body felt so starved for satisfaction, and at least Treron was a mare. Besides, Stern Wing was right there in the room with them. If he really disapproved, it’s likely he would say something.

Watching it, Stern went from shock, to confusion, then to arousal. During this time, Feather kept checking on his reaction to make sure it wasn’t disapproval. Instead of that, his flaccid dick quickly became hard again. Feather Wind did not have to question what that sign meant.

Seeing it, both Feather and Treron got onto the bed and pushed Stern back. "Alright, now that you're in the mood, I can show you a few techniques I do with my husbands.”

"Husbands?" Both Feather and Stern asked.

Treron chuckled. "I only have two husbands and wives," she said while looking down in shame. "I know. It's a bit small."

Stern and Feather looked at each other in confusion as Treron got on top of Ster, positioning his dick to slide into her.

With a simple motion and a loud moan, Treron had Sterns dick slide in her. She took it all the way to the base, something Feather couldn't do due to her small size.

Breathing heavily, Treron pulled Feather in and kissed her. "Your husband is decently big," she breathed in moderate approval.

Feather opened her mouth to correct her, but became transfixed as Treron bent back, folded her legs under her, and lifted herself up a little. "If you can tighten your body like this. You will squeeze your husband’s cock, thus giving both of you more pleasure."

She then began riding Stern, starting with small movements which got a little faster before lifting herself up nearly the full length before letting herself slam down. The indent of Stern’s dick was just barely visible on Trerons belly.

Watching with fascination, Feather felt her chest tighten and her face flush. She was angry and horny, and she didn't know why. She didn't like stallions in that way, and she was a stallion inside. But, as she watched Treron fuck Stern, all that passed through Feather’s head was that it should be her riding on top of Stern!

Repeating her motion, she slammed down one more time which caused Stern to moan loudly. Treron exhaled in satisfaction. The indent on Treron’s belly swelled a little. She then rubbed the dent while feeling more than satisfied. After a moment, she then slid herself off Stern's cock. His cum quickly spurting out of her and onto Stern. Feather was caught off guard when Treron flopped onto her and gave her a kiss.

"Your husband needs to rest a little, so let’s play," Treron said right as a Feather felt a small claw enter her pussy.

"We're … not… married," Feather protested between pants. Treron's soft talons hit all the right places.

Treron chuckled. "Then you should. You two look so cute together." She then picked up the strange pear-shaped toy. With a smile, she pressed it up to Feather’s anus.

"What are you doing!?" Feather wanted to protest, but was too late as pleasure and pain filled her from her asshole. Again, Feather moaned, "Why"

"It's important to try new things as a couple. That's why Stern asked me for help," Treron said far too casually as she picked up another pear-shaped sex toy. "That's why I had Stern buy two, so you both can experience it."

"What!" Stern shot up, shock and fear on his face.

"It's only fair. You can't have Miss Feather be the only one," Treron explained as she then picked up another toy shaped like a pony dick, but smaller than Stern's. "Just watch. I'll show you how to properly fuck a smaller mare."

Feather winced as Treron pushed the dildo into her, but found almost no pain. As she felt the simulated sex, Feather found herself enjoying it. Treron then leaned over to kiss Feather as she thrust the dildo harder and harder, quickly bringing the smaller mare to climax.

"See? You're too hungry, Stern. You need to start slow. Take her inch by inch," Treron instructed as she pushed the dildo into Feather as an example. "You're too big, and she's too small, so it's going to hurt her if you go all the way. It will take time, but if you go slow, she will stretch out to match you."

Stern looked ashamed of himself. He was clearly thinking about fucking Feather with how hard his dick had returned to being. So inviting him over, Treron opened Feather’s legs. Slowly and gently, Stern entered Feather.

It was still too big for Feather. It hurt a little, but not as much as before. With Stern slowly thrusting in, Feather found it hurting less and less, but the pain that was there. She liked it, though she would not say that to anypony.

But her anger still lingered, remembering how Treron just took it all. "Go… go all the way!" Feather panted.

Stern stopped as he checked, "Are you sure, even though it will hurt you?"

Feather bit her lip, wondering what she is even doing, and why what Treron did bothered her so much. Stern wasn't her stallion friend or her husband. She was his marefrend… but still, she didn't want a mare to upstage her. Whatever she could do with Stern, so can she.

"I don't care!" Feather snaped

Stern nodded, then slowly pushed herself further into Feather, but then stopped.

"No, no, she wants more than just that," Treron instructed, pushing Stern back onto his back and out of Feather. "You just stay there. I'll help."

Treron then looked at Feather and waved a talon for Feather to get closer. Getting up, she found Stern's dick was in the way.

"Just slide on it," she instructed with a smile. Feather scooted forward, her wet cunt rubbing on Sterns’s slick dick.

On the other side, Treron helped Feather up, now standing on just two hooves. The small unicorn found herself just barely above Stern’s dick. She was now on the tips of her hooves.

"I… I change my mind" Feather said in a panic.

"You should have thought that out first, Miss Wind. You will hurt others and yourself if you don't," Treron said, shaking her head.

She began pulling Feather forward, but then Feather forced her hooves out of Treron's small talons and fell back.

Now balancing on Stern’s dick, her legs shook. Feather gave a quivering sigh. "I can do this!"

Her legs beginning to buckle, Feather slid down a little. The tip of Stern's dick entered her, causing Feather to give a sharp high pitch moan.

"As long as you're okay with it," Treron said cautiously while sitting on Stern's face.

Stern, unable to see anything, just got to work eating out Treron’s pussy. She gave him enough space to breathe as he serviced her.

Feather, now filled with resolve, stared Treron down as she slowly slid down Sterns’s cock. Her hip slowly pushed apart, the pain becoming more and more hard to ignore, causing her to tear up.

Then she couldn't go any further. His dick hit something in her and stopped. She let her legs go limp, but didn't go further even though there was more dick. Feather didn't know why, but she began to really cry, tears flowing more than before. It was not because of the pain, but because she felt that she failed. That another pony could do this with Stern and she couldn’t. That she would never be able to satisfy Stern like Treron could.

Feather then felt two small claws on her shoulders. "On three. I'm going to help you," Treron said in a loving tone that only filled Feather with dread.

"One," she said, licking her lips.

"Two." Feather shook her head sideways to convince her to stop, but she just nodded hers up and down.

"Three" Feather held her breath.

With a shove, the small unicorn felt something pop inside her. She fell all the way down to the base of Stern’s dick. It hit something in her, and it disturbed Feather’s stomach, causing the cum in it to come back up and out of her mouth, seeping from her jaw like drool.

Looking down, unlike with Treron, the bump of Sterns dick was completely visible. Out of morbid curiosity, Feather began rubbing it. Then she felt it. Stern’s dick began to throb, and a moment later his hot semen began pumping into her. Not a little, but a lot.

The increased pressure caused Feather to spit up more cum as her body spasmed with pleasure. It was more than too much for Feather. Rubbing her now bloated belly, she passed out.

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Journal Log 08

I don't know what had come over me the night before. Was it the change in gender affecting my mind? Was I jealous of Treron? Was I actually attracted to Stern as a male?

So many questions that I don't know the answer to, but when I woke up in the morning, I felt like shit. I couldn't move my back legs. It didn't help that both Stern and Treron were cuddling me, so I just had to lay there, covered in sexual fluids…

Then it got worse. Treron had photos.

It was something about her keeping records of those she has been with as well as a gift for them to remember her by. Now I had several photos of her in seductive poses, and of the three of us having sex. What am I supposed to do with these, and when did she even have time to do this anyway?

But most disturbing was one of me with a slightly bloated stomach. She said that I looked pregnant in that photo. Now I'm looking at myself on Stern’s dick, my hoof went to my stomach like I was expecting a foal…

At least she promised the photos will stay private.

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Journal Log 09

I was still sore going into the next day, but Stern carried me around, so it was not all that bad. I also wanted to go out because, if I stayed in, Stern threatened that we'd have more sex classes with Treron. Unfortunately we still had some lessons with our feathered friend, experimenting with the other toys, as well as new positions, along with helping me fit Stern better.

To say the least, I was not happy, but… it was fun. Although, when she suggested that we go out in public with the toys in us, I drew the line. That was too much, and even Stern agreed with me… but, now I can't get it out of my head.

Well, we only have a week left, so maybe I can try something more adventurous. Stern doesn’t need to know.

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Reversed Paradise, Ch 3

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Journal Log 10

Stern and I continued to enjoy our time on this world of Aphrodite, and it was actually fun to go out and take part in some of the activities. The Doctor was even able to convince Derpy to join us. We took part in several games, though I refused to compete against a quiz off with the Doctor again. He seemed to know the answer before the host even finished the question.

Vision, unfortunately, stayed behind. His psychic power would make it impossible for him to enjoy anything in the city, and truthfully, I didn’t want him to even have a clue to what Stern and I had been up to. Though Derpy did tell us that Vision had been hanging out with some alien that was around his age a lot lately, often just sitting next to each other not saying a word. Derpy also said that the alien didn’t have a mouth. Instead, it was some sort of pony shaped rock plant. She, he thought it was cute.

We also got to meet one of Treron's husbands. It was strange since it was hard to tell the male from the female. Both sexes looked so similar in build, including the fact that they both had lovely eyes, at least in my opinion. It was all confusing, to say the least, but it seems that Columbidae normally live in large communal families where they are all practically married to each other. Outside this city, they practically live simple lives which haven't changed for thousands of years. To say they are unambitious and weak creatures would be unkind, but also quite true about them. Their only real defense against the galaxy at large is to just be lovable. It was actually charming, a species which solves all their problems by being affectionate and kind.

As it turns out, this world was not just a paradise resort world, but also a protected sanctuary for the Columbidae, who can barely protect themselves. Res told us that Horizons does have a planetary defense force, but it was small, and most of the protection the planet gets came from a mountain of peace agreements that Aphrodite has with the rest of the galaxy.

Considering all that, I can easily see why the Doctor would favor this planet so much, for they definitely do live by the motto of being more of a lover rather than a fighter. In addition to all of this, the planet also enjoys the sworn protection of the Doctor himself which is an issue many of his others take seriously, and for good reason.

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Journal Log 11

The end of the third week was only a few days away. By then, the time I spent here had been more than enlightening, though a lot of it I wouldn't say outside this journal. When it was just Stern and I, we decided to experiment more, with coxing from Treron, who somehow convinced me to buy a few sex toys. Considering she works for this planet’s economy, I can at least identify her motive in this affair. I protested, as I would not be a mare for long, but she just suggested I give them to Stern for him to use when he was a she again. Truthfully, I did want some payback, so I got a few items. Plus, since Stern confirmed that he would use them when she returned to her normal gender, I decided that I would purchase these more for Stern’s benifit in the long gallop.

With both Treron and Res showing us around, there were a lot more adult places then I realized. I hadn't noticed it all that much before, but there was a lot of ponies having sex where ever they could get some privacy. Treron thought it was natural, but Res explained it to us that because of being the opposite gender for a short period of time, the creatures who came here lose some of their inhibitions and try to enjoy their new bodies as much as they can before they leave. Some of the services here on the planet can be expensive, and there are those who come here that could barely afford that. It wasn’t, therefore, unreasonable to assume that some customers that come here might not ever be able to afford it again, which gives them an even greater incentive to let loose while they can. If this truly is a once-in-a-lifetime experience, then it was understandable why so many clients go so wild here.

I asked Res if he was the same. In response, he told me that he was, not long ago, an overworked mare who had no time for sex, so working here was heaven for him, even though he also wished that he could remain as a mare here. After that, he added something which I personally found rather odd; he said that, at first, he was just not interested in the mares since he was one himself, but lately he has been finding himself staring at the mares more often.

I then stupidly made a joke about him being interested in me, and well, he admitted he was a little. He also admitted that Stern was literally his type, possibly trying to brush off what he said before, but it didn’t help.

Something must have come over me because, next thing I knew, I then asked him if he was interested in joining us in our bungalow. After a long and quiet ride, he eventually said head be up for it.

Don’t know how I should tell Stern, or if I should just forget it. I mean, Stern did want to try something “New”, and this was an opportunity that just fell in my lap.

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Feather nervously stood in the lobby. Her suggestion for Res to join them for the last night first got a laugh from Stern, but after a moment, he then grinned and suggested they do a bit more than just invite Res.

Next thing Feather knew, Treron had led Feather to a spa where. After getting freshened up, had a full makeover and dressed up before being taken to a high-end hotel.

Feather felt ridiculous. Her mane and tail was done in long curly ringlets. Her hooves were in red heels that matched her lipstick and eyeshadow. She was also put in black stockings that went up to her thighs. To top it off, she was in a short black dress.

"At least I do look cute," Feather admitted to herself sheepishly as she looked herself in the mirror while fluttereing her eyes. Judging herself based on her reflection, she could already well appreciate her appearance based on her own male persona, but never before that day did she also appreciate all the work that was required for something like this. As a result, Feather vowed to herself privately to put a greater emphasis in complementing other females who clearly display this much effort towards their personal appearance.

"And this is why I want to be here as a mare," Res mentioned as he trotted in, dressed in a sharp suit.

"Maybe you can join us off this world," Stern offered with an amused chuckle. Stern was also in a suit, making him bigger and more handsome to Feather. It was a little embarrassing to admit that, but since she loved Stern so much, she could also appreciate the value of Stern having fun by dressing up for “his” part as well.

Res chuckled as he said, "Naw! You're my type as a stallion, not as a mare. No offense."

Stern shrugged. "Ya, I get that, and it would be too awkward."

Trotting up to Feather, Stern offered her a hoof as he asked, "Did you wait long, my ‘lady’?" Stern asked with a playful, jesting tone, but clearly intending to get a serious answer to his question.

Feather cringed a little, but then she reminded herself that it was their last night, so she played along. "Not long sir, shall we go?"

Res trotted up to the other side of Feather as he wiggled his eyebrows at her while announcing, "I don’t know about the rest of you, but I'm ready to go."

"You can stay here if you can't behave yourself," Stern warned Res.

Our driver chuckled. "Sorry! I’m just a bit nervous."

The three then trotted off to their assigned room. It was a royal sweet with all the furnishings fit for a princess. They didn't know how much was real, but the place looked like it was cut out of white marble and accented with smooth slabs of black marble along all the edges. It was positively spectacular. The room was further accentuated with adjustable mood lighting, and the scent of rosy perfume clung in the air which further emphasized a romantic atmosphere. Soft music also played in the room which was also adjustable thanks to a computer panel on the wall. Along one of the walls, there was a romantic and cozy-looking fireplace that was under a painting of a Columbidae laying sideways on a couch in a relaxed yet scandalously seductive pose.

They spent several minutes just taking it all in, then Res flopped onto the bed while he looked back at the other two with what was supposed to be a seductive glance which roughly mimicked the painting of the Columbidea on the wall. This was why It only made them laugh. After that, they joined him on the bed. Feather sat between the two stallions. At first nopony said anything or even looked at each other.

Sighing, Feather felt it was her responsibility to get this started. It was her idea, after all. With both her hooves, she reached out to run both the stallions’ inner thighs, and slowly, the stallions started to get erect.

Feather switched to gently rubbing their cocks. Res was clearly smaller than Stern both in length and girth. Comparing it to cock she had, which was about average, was still likely to be less of an issue to take than Stern’s monster.

Catching herself thinking about cocks caused Feather to shiver in disgust, but she already had one in each hoof, so no going back. Stroking up and down the shafts, Treron’s lessons on giving hoof jobs had paid off. Both stallions were now quite hard and throbbing.

Hopping off the bed, Feather faced the two stallions and got on her knees. Continuing her double hoof job, she would periodically switch on which got her mouth's attention. She used her tongue to smear the precum along their shafts and her hooves to spread it around.

Knowing how Stern liked it, he was first to shoot his hot spunk. It just missed Feather’s eye as it hit her mouth and black dress.

"Ha! Lasted longer," Res gloated for a brief moment before Feather deepthroated the stallion, causing him to unload his cum down her throat.

Freeing herself from his cock, Feather swallowed what remained in her mouth

"You're a bit too good at this," Res pointed out with surprise. “How long have you been on this planet again? Are you sure you weren’t born a mare before? If not, I think you were meant to be one. Speaking as a former mare myself, I must say you certainly have a good deal of experience impressing the gentalcolts.”

"Oh fuck you!" Feather huffed.

Res laughed out load before jesting, “I don’t have to! You just did that for me! That’s my point.”

She then felt herself being lifted up by Stern and tossed on the bed. "Alright, grumpy girl. It's your turn now."

"I'm not grumpy," Feather grumbled in a clearly grumpy way.

"She gets this way when she wants her turn," Stern told Res.

"NoI!" Feather was cut off by Stern’s slick dick sliding into her wet cunt, causing her to let out a moan. “I don't,” she gasped in protest.

There was a chuckle from the two stallons as Feather was slowly and lightly fucked. Stern's member was still stretching her out, but it no longer hurt as much as the slower pace which allowed her body to adapt to his size. Lightly thrusting and only going halfway into Feather, Stern eventually upped his pace while being careful to not go too hard too fast.

A gasp then came from Stern as Res began jacking him off while he was still in Feather. The extra stimulation was too much for him as he then unloaded his semen into Feather before he pulled out.

Feather didn’t feel all that satisfied. Stern finished too quickly. She had not gotten off yet.

“Funny thing, this is actually my first time with a mare,” Res admitted as he mounted Feather. His dick slowly pushed inside her. It was not as big as Stern, but it filled her all the same.

“Fuck, your tight!” Res exclaimed. “How do you even stand his massive cock?” Res asked as he began thrusting harder. He pushed his cock all the way to the hilt, thus making a slapping sound with each thrust. With a grunt, Res unloaded into Feather his cum which mixed with Stern’s within the small mare.

Sliding out of Feather, the three took a moment to catch their breath. After that, they had some wine. The bitter red liquid Feather drank was tainted with the semen on her muzzle, but she didn't care since it only added Stern’s flavor to it.

Looking at the stallions and their exposed members, Feather was fully in the mood. Trotting over to them, she began giving Res another blow job while she wiggled her rear at Stern, inviting him in.

As she began cleaning Res member with her tongue, she again felt a pressure on her backside. Her cunt spread as Stern’s large cock inserted itself in. Taking Res’s cock into her mouth, each thrust from Stern aided in her blow job which caused her to repeatedly deepthroat the stallion.

Again Red came inside her mouth then fell back, panting, while he wore a smile on his face.

“Done already?” Stern asked as he pulled out of Feather, sat back, then pulled Feather on top of him as he said,. “You know, we haven't tried it this way yet.”

Instead of his cock in her pussy, Feather felt it in her ass. She looked back with eyes wide in shock and concern as she asked, “Seriously?!”

Stern's eyes opened up as he realized he forgot something. “Res, get the lube!” he called out to the Mirage Pony, who, in turn, trotted over to a dresser.

“That’s not what I mean! No way I’m taking it up the ass!” Feather complained.

Stern rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on! It’s not like we're ever going to get to try this again.” Stern grinned further as he said, “Besides, if you be a good girl for me, I’ll return the favor for you later on when I return to my normal gender.”

Feather looked into Sterns now quivering eyes with a huff, then eventually gave in. “Only this once,” she compromised, “and tell nopony.”

Passing the lube, Res sat back to watch as Stern covered the slick fluid over his dick, then slowly pressed it up against Feather's ass. With his large hooves on her hips, Stern slowly pulled Feather into him.

Feather bit her lip as she felt her ass stretch. The pain was more than she was expecting, but also found herself salivating like a hungry beast as she was impaled. Halfway through, Feather let out a gasp and moan as her body went limp. She didn’t know what it was, but she felt relaxed. She was hotter than she ever felt, but still relaxed.

“Shit, she pissed herself!” Res exclaimed.

“Are you okay, Honey?!” Stern said with worry in his voice.

Feather looked up at her large lover with a grin on her face then proceeded to kiss him lovingly.

Stern relaxed, then began slowly resumed fucking her tight ass as he pulled her legs up, thus giving Res a show.

Not to be left out and, once again, being hard, Res trotted to the couple to join in.

Now, with both her ass and pussy being filled, Feather began losing track of time as it all became a blur of pleasure. There was also some pain, but it was a good kind of pain. Drinks were had, and so was more sex.

While Feather got anal from Stern, the two stallions also fucked each other. They went another round on Feather for good measure.

Eventually they had their fill. After that they showered then relaxed in the hot tub before retiring for the night with the three of them cuddling in each other's hooves.

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Journal Log 12

To say it was a new experience would be an understatement, and one I made them both promise not to tell anypony about, ever!

Still, with the last day on this planet being tomorrow, I do regret having to leave now despite how awkward as it was for me. Both Treron and Res had been good friends… with benefits, and I strangely find myself wanting to stay a little longer to do a few more things with Stern and the others. Stern also looked a bit sad too, but he also seemed relieved that he was going to be a she again.

I, for one, was glad I will be seeing her face again. I missed my old girl dearly.

I’m learned a lot about being the opposite gender while on this world. This world was very different from Equestria, and technologically is advanced enough that our genders didn’t matter all that much in trying to do anything. Among the things I learned was how sex felt for Stern as well as techniques that I will never use again.

Well, maybe if we ever return to this place again, I’ll use them again. The Doctor didn’t say we were going to never come back. “She” even hinted that she might be delighted to return someday, but there was an infinite number of other places out there to explore in time and space.

The one taking this the hardest was surprisingly Vision. He had gotten really close to the strange rock-plant alien who now took on an even more pony-like form. It seems that they have been psychically talking with each other this whole time. Because of it, they got to know each other on some deeper level that I would very likely never know, although it does kind of remind me of my instinctual and unspoken deep bond I shared with my friend Sky Dancer.

So, with our bags packed, private photos hidden, and a quickie between Stern, Treron, Res, and I, we were ready to go. I was going to miss this place. Being a mare was a deeply insightful and illuminating experience, but I’ll be glad to return to my old self again.

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Journal Log 13

Sigh!

I should have realized that nothing is ever simple when the Doctor is around. We were just about ready to leave the planet. I had no dresses, no makeup, and nothing up my rear, when some green stallion mirage pony came to us and kissed the Doctor with a deep long kiss. We were all shocked, but it then got worse. It turns out that this stallion “Tablature” is the sister of somepony the doctor had helped on this world. It was hard to follow this new conversation, but I’m guessing that the last time the Doctor was here, this pony’s relative got real close to the Doctor. It also happens that Tablature is a member of Horizons, and is in charge of planetary security. As in, the whole planet.

It also turns out that the stallion was not here to just say hi. Apparently the planet is now surrounded by a fleet of warships. Horizons needs the Doctor to help them.

Upon seeing the ships, the Doctor realized that these aliens were the Arar. They being a race vipers with large, imposing wings. They are very xenophobic and also rarely leave their homeworlds. This was why the Doctor was so confused that they were here in the first place.

As it turned out, they were looking for a fugitive from their space. I don’t know the details, but the fugitive did something to seriously offend these aliens. Now they are willing to throw everything upside down to find this criminal. Luckily they were one of the races who signed the peace agreement to leave Aphrodite alone, but it was clear that they were not going to just sit there and wait for the criminal to turn himself in.

After some negotiations, they proved to be too stubborn for even the Doctor, who managed to convince them to hold back and let the locales find the criminal. Unfortunately, they want the criminal as soon as possible, and will descend on the world as soon as they find out where this criminal was. Worse, the only pony they will even listen to is the Doctor since he is the only one who can even get them to calm down. Worse again, it’s looking like even the authorities on this world can’t make a move since they're under-equipped, and what they know will eventually get to the Arar ears, which would lead to an invasion.

I asked what was so wrong with Arar going down to look for the criminal. The Doctor explained it in the most simple and horrifying way he could; it would be War on a galactic scale. The Arar may be isolationists, but they still have friends, and if another world attacks them over this, it would result in a domino effect.

So Stern, Derpy, Vision, and I have offered our help since we, at least, can stay under the radar while the Doctor keeps the Arar from flipping the table.

And so, I have to stay as a mare for hopefully no more than a few more days. More importantly, we need to catch this criminal fast before this whole galaxy blows up into a galactic war. We may be new to this whole time and space travel, but we wouldn’t be ourselves if we didn’t at least offer to help and that, of course, is the most important thing here.

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Journal Log 14

As the Doctor was off keeping the Arar distracted, Stern, Derpy, and I were given a full explanation of what was going on and what needed to be done. From what Tablature told us, the fugitive had stolen valuable information on the Arar’s planetary defense of their homeworld, so, for a xenophobic race like them, this was a matter of dire consequences. They needed to know what was stolen in order to determine what defensive systems needed to be changed. Luckily, as long as the fugitive is on this planet and a strict control of communication is kept, the Arar sees the situation being contained.

So we do have time on our side

As for this fugitive, we actually know who he is, well who he was. This Nguruvilu male goes by the name of Hushed Stream. From the photo, he looked like a fox, except for the face and the sides of his body were scaled like a snake. He also had eyes like a snake, three eyes to be exact, and two tails. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how absurd some of these aliens can be, although I should keep in mind something the Doctor once told me. The more alien their appearance might be to me, then the more likely my own is to them. I must admit, that is a fair assessment and something to keep in mind.

Unfortunately, we had no photos of what Hushed looks like as a female, and there was no records to when or how he snuck onto this world.

The information also only got worse, as the mirage pony mare Tablature then explained to us, Hushed is likely behind on the increased magical radiation on the planet that’s responsible for the gander change we all have to deal with. It seems that this radiation at higher levels can cause a pony to become more irrational and emotional, but nothing to any extreme. Tablature theorised that Hushed is planning to extend the time one stays as the opposite gender, then use that cover identity to slip past the Arar’s security defenses.

I asked how long this change could last if overexposed to the radiation, and Tablature told us between a few months to several years.

I balked at that news. Nopony liked the sound of that. At least now I know what has been causing some of my irrational behavior lately.

We were given a plan. As from what Horizons have already investigated, there are three hotspots in the city where the radiation is higher than normal. Tablature suggests that Hushed has tampered with the radiation control generators to cause this to happen somewhere in those areas. Tablature also thinks that the generators are likely remote triggered, so that if Hushed finds out that we're dismantling his plan, then he can turn the other two up and slink away. This means that we need to disable the three generators stealthily before we even get close to Hush.

I, of course, asked why he doesn't trigger it now. The answer was simple; if he did, then Horizons will be forced to drop any illusion of safety in front of the guests and hunt him down before the Arar do. The peaceful image this world has would be crushed by its own protectors, and both Horizons and the world of Aphrodite would suffer from a loss in confidence from the rest of the galaxy.

The inevitable question of what the Arar would do came up, and it was explained that they care little about the rights and decency of others not of their own, even though most Arar have no rights within their own world. What would follow an Arar invasion would be a highly invasive scanner, long overly aggressive interrogations, and the destruction of much of the city as they hunt down Hush. With speeches from all over the galaxy here on one planit, the Arar would be effectively pissig off the enter galaxy while at the same time permanently destroying the reputation of Aphrodite. All this would still not guarantee the capturing of Hush, who may be waiting for this as an opportunity, especially if the invasion devolves into chaos.

Furthermore both the Doctor and Tablature were admit that none of us, outside of self defence, get violent. We can't trot into situations where violence is necessary, nore cause mayhem to get to our goal. This world was founded on peace, and even if we were trying to help this would, they would have to step in if we caused such problems. As the doctor says “When in Rome do as the Romans do.”

And so, with time on our side, we are going to help the Doctor protect this world, and do it as quietly and carefully as possible. Let's hope this is all over quickly. This body has been feeling odd lately, and I don’t like it.

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Journal Log 15

Why! By Celestia, WHY!

It turns out that Horizons has almost no information on Hushed. They only knew about his existence when the Arar came knocking, but they also know of another Nguruvilu that knows him that's on the planet right now, but it turns out that she is just as elusive as Hushed, and she has refused to talk with any authority that has spoken to her before. They do know she likes to visit an exotic dance club once a cycle, and they also know that she tends to pick out any new dancers to give her a private show. So we got four days till she appears, and some pony needs to go in as a dancer in order to get what information out of her about Hushed.

I figured Treron would be a good candidate, but then she showed us a dance on a light pole, and is she flexible… so now I have to learn how to dance on a stripper pole as I am the only mare other than Treron.

What did I do to deserve this?

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Journal Log 16

With Treron’s instruction, I’ve been learning the art of seductive dancing. Stern, Res, Derpy, and one of Treron’s spouses have been watching me in order to cheer me on… this is so embarrassing. I figured that using some of my magic would help, but Treron strongly discouraged it, as it could backfire with how little experience I have with pole dancing.

At least everypony gave pole dancing a shot, so I was not the only one, and it did help to make me less anxious about it all. Stern was predictably clumsy. His large build even threatened to bend the pole, but he still found it fun to try. Res tried too hard in trying to be seductive. He mostly shook his rear at us. Derpy was surprisingly good at it. Well, up until he lost his grip in the middle of a spin and flew off into a pile of boxes. Treron was mesmerizing. She actually made all the spins and grinding into what was an actual dance.

She told us it was just part of her training here. Exotic dancing was part of her culture, after all. Both mares and stallions of her race frequently perform exotic dances as part of their mating rituals when taking on a new spouse or when simply having fun.

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Journal Log 17

It’s the last day of the lesson before I actually have to go out there. My hips are sore. Treron went into one native dance after another, on and off the pole. She also included stories of her first times with each of her spouses. It fell in place when she was helping us experiment, but now it feels that she has almost no filter about sex and sex related things.

But whenever Derpy was around, she… He… got uncomfortable. Treron would simply just stop and talk about something more normal, but when Derpy would leave to be with Vision, the sex talk would return. Res didn’t help. He even encouraged her to talk more about her experiences. I’m sure the two were fucking each other whenever Stern and I left to have a quickie.

I had to ask her and her odd spouses, of how much was sex part of her culture since there seemed so much her kind did that was sex related. The answer I got was “a lot” but also “As long as it doesn't bother others.” After some more probing, I came to the conclusion that the Columbi had almost absolutely no shame at all, but were overly considerate to those around them. I had a feeling that if I asked, she’d let me fuck her in the middle of this room, but if Stern felt even a little uncomfortable by it, she would say no, or take me elsewhere, or find another Columbi to help me. It seemed that those were the two main questions in the Columbi mind, “Do I want to have sex” and “Am I bothering anypony” was their typical slogans in life. it was weird, but made them oddly innocent and adorable at the same time.

This mindset would never work for ponies. Half the time we don’t even think about others when wrapped up in ourselves. The Columbi are truly alien.

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Feather looked out from behind the stage. A mare that looked a lot like a dear grinded on the pole as she seductively looked at the crowd. Both male and female creatures were enjoying the show.

“I… I don’t think I’m g… going out there.” Feather stammered.

“You will be fine,” Treron assured with a wink. “Just remember to wiggle your but whenever you’re on two hooves.”

“I could go out there,” Res offered. “They don’t seem to mind if we have a dick. Actually, they seemed to be more excited.”

Feather pointed at Res as she said, “Yes! I like that idea.”

Treron sighed. “You two should have said so four days ago. Horizons paid extra credits to get the owner of this place to let Feather onto the stage on such short notice.”

Feather let her hoof drop in defeat. “I just don’t know.”

A huff came from Stern. “That’s enough. This is partially my fault for supporting this, so let me just help you out.” He pointed at a puffy couch nearby. “Sit.”

Confused, Fetter trotted over and sat down. She expected Stern to have a cuddle with her. Stern instead stood in front of Feather while shifting his eyes.

“So we don’t have much time, and I figure you just need to be in the mood,” Stern said as he reached over with his wings and pulled down the pair of panties Feather was forced to wear, thus leaving it dangling on one of her legs.

“Wha… What are you doing-” A moan slipped from Feather’s mouth as Stern licked her cunt, playing with her clitoris. Stern had been practicing, and over the few weeks had found where Feather’s more sensitive spots were, so getting her off this way was easy enough. It helped get her in the mood whenever they wanted to fuck.

Feather’s legs clamped up around Stern as she felt pleasure run up her spine, but as she felt her climax coming, she looked up to see not just Treron and Res watching, Treron with a camera, but also several other ponies backstage watching as Feather got off. Blood rushed to Feather’s face as embarrassment overloaded. Her pleasure mixed with a sense of defeat.

With her body relaxed, Stern helped Feather get her panties back on and helped her back onto her hooves.

“Better?” Stern asked.

Feather then straightened up and huffed. “Are you mad? I mean in front… Oh never mind. Yes, I’m feeling a lot calmer now.”

There was a chuckle from the others as Feather took a deep breath and trotted to the curtains. The other dancer was about done. The music was reaching its crescendo. The dazzling lights made her sparkle.

When the music stopped, an announcer bellowed, “That was Frozen Cherry showing us her best! If you want a private show with her, you know the rules.”

This place was more than just a strip club, it was also an auction house where guests sold themselves for credits. This was just one of the many darker places in this city. It was all legal, and the dancers never had to do anything they didn’t want to, but it was clear that they didn’t advertise such places to the public. Most of the guests that ended up here were often those who spent all their money and didn’t want to just relax before going home, so Feather didn’t feel bad for the creatures dancing here. As for the customers, this did worry Feather, as she was told that their more pushy nature might request for activities most would not find desirable.

“Now we got a new mare. She’s a bit on the short side. If that’s your thing, then come on out Gusty Dusty,” the announcer yelled as Feather groaned at her new stage name and wondered how this could have happened to her life.

Trotting to the stage, she was just as unamused with her ability to trot in heels as she was with the lusty gazes she got from all the strangers. They cheered and jeered, whistling and made lewd gestures. Each of them had eyes on her, tracing her curves, molesting her with their minds. It was humiliating, yet arousing to Feather. The mixed emotions sent heat to her face.

Powering through it, Feather grabbed the pole and recited in her head what Treron had taught her. The music then blared, drowning out all the other creatures. The stage lights lit up Feather, blinding her to their presence.

It was just her and the stage.

To the music, she pulled herself up, bending, and reaching out as she slowly spun. The pole was grinding on her cunt, making her a bit wetter than before. Turning to face the edge, she arched her back on the pole for a moment, thus presenting her wet panties as she slid down. Hooking a leg and reaching out in a spin, she could feel hooves touch her own before pulling herself up, shaking her backside in beat to the music.

Then came the stripping, though Feather had few clothes on already, so when she tossed off her see-through lace dress, it revealed her in black socks, a choker, and panties. She could then hear the crowd through the music.

“Panties, panties, panties, panties, panties, panties,” they chanted.

Lost in the moment, Feather did just that. She freed herself from the restrictive undergarment. Although she normally didn’t wear clothes, she felt more exposed, naked.

The dance continued, but now with even more exaggerated motions, She exposed herself while on the pole while knowing that strangers could see her private parts. When landing, she would now stick out her rear as though inviting the strangers to mount her and even perform the spits to put on a show.

Eventually Feather was out of breath when the music faded and the lights dimmed. She could now properly see and hear the crowd. The feeling of shame returned. Feather was standing, front hooves holding the pole, her back end sticking out, tail raised, legs parted. They were looking at her exposed and wet cunt. Some of the customers were indifferent, some laughing, but Feather could see several with their dicks out, slowly stroking, hunger in their eyes. Clearly they were imagining fucking her right there.

“Now that was an inspiring performance from Gusty Dusty. If you want to get more acquainted with her, then put down the credits,” the announcer called out. Meanwhile, Feather’s heart pounded.

There was no guarantee that this plan would work. All they knew was that the target was here, and they liked to get to know the new dancers. Other than that, it was all a gamble.

There were pings all over as creatures bid on Feather. Some were nervous young adults. Some were too interested elderly. Several were the ones masturbating, but it all stopped with that of a VIP… our target!

The booth lit up and a trail of lights guided Feather as she stepped off stage. A few customers attempted to get a slap of her ass, but thankfully bouncers had appeared to stop them, as per the rules. There was no touching the dancers allowed unless given approval first.

Still, as she passed them, they all got a good look at her wet cunt, which for some, was good enough.

The private VIP booth was blocked off by a red velvet curtain. As Feather got closer, the smell of tobacco became thicker. Passing through, she got her first up-close look at a Nguruvilu. The Nguruvilu Looked just like a large fox, but with snake scales. But the picture Feather had seen didn’t completely portray how slender they were, how the scales on the side of her body shimmered in the light, how both tails were truly fluffy on the end, or the unnerving gaze of their three viper-like eyes.

“Piper Whirlpool,” the female looking Nguruvilu told Feather before taking a drag from a long smoke pipe then breathed out a cloud that suspiciously looked like a mare in a sexual pose.

“Gusty Dusty,” Feather used her stage name as she took a seat on the other side of the open booth.

Piper smiled, showing pointed teeth and a pair of long fangs. “Now you're just too adorable to be working here. A mare like you? No way you don’t have a sugar daddy.”

A fork-like tongue flicked out of Piper’s mouth as though tasting the air like a snake. “Though I do smell stallion emissions on you. So, what is it? Did your colt friend leave you pumped and dumped?”

“No… wait! What does that mean?” Feather asked in confusion.

Piper chuckled before taking another drag from her long tobacco pipe. “Never mind that, cutie pie. Now, aren't you going to give me a show?” She then shifted, the robe she was wearing. It opened up which revealed the bulge of testicles… then Feather realized that she was a he, or at least was a he on this planet.

“Ye.. yes,” Feather nervously answered.

“Good-good. Now, give me a little dance. Get me excited,” Piper requested smoothly as she hit a nearby button. Doing so turned on some dance music for the private booth.

Nodding, Feather could only clumsily imitate one of Treron’s native mating dances. It started with a little swaying. It progressed to an arch of her back and then a wiggle of her rear. Each motion became more exaggerated. Each step a little wider, a little more forceful. Each movement led the eyes to her cunt. She could feel Piper's eyes on her, gazing into her.

Getting lost in the moment, Feather had backed up. Her rear hit Piper’s leg. This snapped her out of her own trance.

Another chuckle came from Piper. Feather could see not just one, but two semi-erect, odd-shaped penises connected to Piper. They were black with and flared out in three spots. They even looked a bit like a mushroom on top.

“You really need more experience,” Piper noted, “but that’s what I love about new mares like you. You’re fresh and ready to be broken in.”

He then pointed to the seat next to him. He smiled with ill intent as he commanded, “Now sit.”

Feather had a bad feeling about this, but she needed to get whatever information out of Piper before he slips away, so she got up next to him. It was far closer to his two dicks than she liked.

“Like them?” Piper teased. “Other girls like you have, and I do too.” Piper said as he gave one of his dicks a light stroke while pressing another button in the booth.

From the floor, a table slowly rose up. From its center came a bottle with two glasses. Piper took the bottle and filled both glasses. It smelled of a strong and sweet liquor.

“Now tell me, what’s a mare like you doing here of all places? A cutie like you could easily sell herself for top credit,” Piper observed with a inquisitive eye.

Feather felt a bit insulted. “I’m not a prostitute, and I don’t have a… what do you say earlier?”

“A sugar daddy,” Piper sighed, “then you're just a nutty girl who likes strangers lusting after her.” Piper leaned in and whispered in Feather’s ear, “Or is this your colt friend's idea? He must like to watch.”

“What?! No, never…” Feather protested.

Passing her the drink, Piper laughed. “But he is here, isn't he?”

Feather nodded, having lost her composure. Sipping the drink, it was sweet as honey, but burned on it’s way down. It made Feather feel warm. Looking over at Piper, he simply sat relaxed. His glass was empty. His dicks were still out and half massed.

Taking a deep breath and swallowing her pride, Feather poured the Nguruvilu his drink then passed it to him with her magic. He gave her a slight smile. “So why are you here?” Feather asked.

Taking a sip, Piper savored the flavor. “Vacation, and a long vacation at that. Had a big hull a while back. Aphrodite is the best place to spend all your credits.” He then pointed to his crotch. “They're also fun to play with. I love to make girls like you moan, but the truth is I’d like to be here without them too.”

Feather tried to not look at Piper’s dicks, but her eyes kept being drawn to them every time he made a motion as though he wanted Feather’s attention to stay down there.

“It’s not as fun power bottoming as a male. They only have one hole, you see,” Piper explained to Feather’s shock.

“But I am willing to share the experience if you're interested. Think of it as punishment for being a naughty pony and a reward for coming this far,” He said.

“I’m… I’m not into that.” Feather retorted nervously.

Piper opened his legs a little more. Now his dicks now looked to be even more the center of attention. “At least give it a taste. I did pay for some private time.” He then downed the rest of his drink. Feather poured him another with her silver magic floating in the wine bottle.

Looking at the two members, Feather resisted, She felt disgusted with the suggestion, so she went straight for her goal. “Actually, I’m just here looking to find another Nguruvilu here on Aphrodite. I was told you might know them?”

If it worked, it worked, but if it failed, then Feather was still not going to suck this feminine male’s dicks.

Piper’s eyes lit up. “Ah! I think I know who you're looking for.” He then chuckled with a devilish grin. “Naughty girl! So you're into that.”

He reached out and pinched Feather on the cheek which smooshed her face a little. “But you don’t have the air of a pony who’s done that, so what is it? Do you want to have your last depravity before leaving to be big and bold?”

Feather didn’t know what Piper was getting at, but it was at least a response. “So you know Hushed then?”

Slouching back, Piper rolled his eyes. “Ya-ya. We’ve run as a crew a few times, not that I enjoyed it all that much. He likes to throw his dick around for being so much ‘smarter’ than everyone despite the fact that he’s actually a fucking idiot. Still, he does make a cute female. I had a lot of fun with her while she had crashed at my place last time.”

Feather raised an eyebrow. “So do you know where to find Hushed?”

He shook his head. “That was months ago. The bastard got herself a sugar daddy and a new name. I think she got addicted to taking dick and went off the deep end. So no, I can't tell you where she is exactly. Why do you need… nevermind that. If you want to know where she plays, I can tell you, but you got to do something for me first.”

Again, Piper presented her dicks, but now Feather felt backed up into a corner. She had the information she needed, but…

“Alright,” Feather huffed, “but you better tell me what I want to know.”

Taking her glass, Feather shot the strong liquor down her throat then turned her attention to Pipere’s dicks.

Getting off the seat, she started stroking them together. They quickly became hard and leaked a strong-smelling precum. When Feather went to give one of the members a lick, the taste was even more bitter than the Sterns. The smell filled her mouth and nose, making her gag for a moment.

“Savor it, little one. It can be quite addicting once you get used to it,” Feather said with a smile.

Shaking it off, Feather went back in. She stroked one dick as she sucked the other. They were pulsing at her touch. She then felt a paw on her head. It was pushing her down in order to deepthroat Piper, all while stroking her other dick off.

Warmth then filled Feather’s mouth and as she pulled back. The musky smell and taste of Piper’s cum early overwhelmed her. Unfortunately, only one of Piper’s dicks had gone soft, so Feather went in again.

Once the deed was done and both dicks were flaccid was when Feather took a deep breath. She looked Piper in the eyes as she asked, “So?”

Piper chuckled as his eyes filled with lust. “No way, little missy. If you're going to follow Hushed, then I want to feel you before going off the deep end. So show me how much you want it.”

Feather hesitated, mouth filled with his musk and his two dicks slowly becoming hard again. Without the Information, it may be a week before she would get another shot at this. The longer this takes, the more likely every creature here will suffer, and then there is a possibility of a war.

Feather also thought about the other dangers she had been in with the Doctor. She faced nightmarish monsters, dastardly villains, and an army of cybernetic ponies that would not let them be stopped. So a two dicked fox snake was hardly the worst she had dealt with, and he was not even as big as Stern.

“Fine, but I’m only doing it once,” Feather announced as she fluttered her eyes.

Getting up, she climbed onto Piper’s lap. She pressed her muzzle to his, opening for a kiss. Their tongues slapped. His forked tongue slid deep, caressing and tickling Feather's own tongue. After a prolonged moment, she could feel the two hard members press into her and sitting sideways so that they would match. One went into her pussy, and the other in her asshole. She let herself lower.

With help from Piper, the dicks slid into her, causing Feather to let out a moan with gritted teeth. Then she was pushed lower and lower, eventually swallowing up both dicks to the base.

Piper took a drag from her pipe then passed it to Feather who, while the two dicks were still inside of her, smoked the pipe, then proceeded to choke for a moment.

“Alright,” Piper decided with resolve, “since you really want that kind of fun, then I’m not going to stop you.”

He pulled out a small paper card and a pen. Writing down something on it before putting it into Feather’s back leg sock before slapping her on the ass.

“This is one of the places Hushed likes to frequent that I know of. If you want to take part, just go down there. There's probably some sort of fun going on.”

Feather bit her lip to keep control “Then I’m done here.”

Piper grind as Feather began lifting herself up but stopped as a wave of pleasure pulsed up her spine as the dicks resisted coming out.

“Feel that? That's the nice thing about my kind’s dick. Both are multi-ribbed, thus the pussies of females can't seem to want to let go of them once they're all the way in. But don’t worry. Once I cum, it will become easier for my boys to let you go,” Piper whispered seductively in Feather’s ear.

Again, Feather tried to pull herself up, but was pulled back into the dicks due to their physiology and her own psychological pleasure. It was not Stern, but it was good. Really fucking good. With each lift, she slammed back down harder, thus sending pleasure through her body as Piper's rigged dicks caressed her insides which massaged the insides of her pussy and ass.

Feather had already lost track of how long she was trying to pull herself off. All she knew was that she was having fun fucking and felt shame that it was not with Stern, but it had not stopped Feather from partaking in drinks or the smoke pipe whenever she slowed down. In Between that was Piper’s tongue in her mouth.

Then Piper gave out a long relaxed sigh as he realized, “Ya, I really needed that, cutie.” Hot fluid filled Feather’s inside, thus causing her to become dizzy for a moment as she held down her body. She took all in all of what Piper was giving to her.

Slowly, sanity came back to Feather. She pulled herself off Piper. Both dicks gave a pop as they came out of her.

“We’re done here,” Piper announced. She growled at Piper.

The Nguruvilu flicked her forked tongue and took a drag of her pipe. “Maybe.” He took out another blank card then passed it too to Feather. “But if you want me to punish you again for being such a dirty mare, this is where you can find me. Maybe bring your Stallion to watch.”

Piper then laughed. “But, for now, you should clean up your mess.”

Piper’s two dicks were a half mass. They were covered in his cum and wafting off his strong scent.

Feather had gotten some of the information, or at least a place to find and follow Hushed.

Still, she couldn’t stop looking at the two odd-shaped dicks. Eventually a thought accord to Feather. “It wouldn't hurt. Just one more.”

Taking the dicks together, she lapped up the semen off them. Then, with her mouth, began blowing Piper until he was hard. She rubbed them with her hooves. It took a minute, but the dicks began to throb with both of them together. Feather took both into her mouth and milled Piper of his cum, thus swallowing it all.

“Good girl,” Piper said as she patted Feather on the head.

It was humiliating and shameful to Feather, but yet all so arousing.

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Journal Log 18

I’m glad that I can make this journal unreadable to all that cant use atrial magic like I do. If Stern was to find out, I don’t know what she would do, or what I would do. Was it me… no it had to be that drink. Maybe I was drugged. There was no way I would even remotely find what happened good or fun.

Anyways, Stern had some questions, it was hard to ignore the stink, but I lied. I told her… Him… that I just had to give a hoof job and it was over. Stern did seem disgusted, but also understood that we had to do what had to be done.

But still, I can't help but notice that he was being very nervous with me when I had gotten back, like he was avoiding talking about something. Maybe he saw what happened and was avoiding the issue, yet why did I smell perfume all over Stern?

All that aside, we have our lead. It was some night club’s basement, but that can be saved for tomorrow. I seriously need a shower to get Piper’s musk out of my fur.

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Reversed Paradise, Ch 5

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Journal Log 19

Things were quiet between Stern and I the next day, other than a few greetings. We just minded our own business. Treron and Res tried to break the ice, but we were just not in the mood. Maybe I was just that we wanted to concentrate on the mission on hoof, though I knew it had to do with what I did the night before. I hate that Stern hasn't said anything about it. If he knows, then just tell me, but this quite, it makes me feel judged.

Worse, I can't get the experience out of my head! What is wrong with me? I know I did it for the right reasons, but it still felt wrong. I hate myself for it. I also hate that it felt good, that I am actually getting off thinking about it.

When all this is over, I know Starn and I will need a long talk, but I don’t know how I will do it, or even if I can.

Anyway, we’re going to check out the place Piper pointed us too, and scout it out first.

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Journal Log 20

So the club was… interesting to say the least. We didn’t go in, as we needed to schedule in advance, but we did get a pamphlet. The place was some sort of fetish club, and they didn’t want random ponies just wandering in and getting overwhelmed by what was inside. There were a lot of photos of ponies in latex, some using riding crops, and others with colors. After paying for a ticket in for the next night, Stern made a joke about bringing me in there on a leash, but I shot that idea down.

Res suggested we at least dress the part, and Treron helped us buy an outfit for Stern and I. Turns out despite how sexually active Treron was, she was not into most fetishes, and had to call another pony for help. The native that showed up seemed to be a lot less friendly than Treron, though we never felt unwelcomed. It was just that he was a lot more commanding then our tour guide.

In the end we got a simple set of studded latex clothing that we were told would let others know we were new to this thing, and together. I was worried about unwanted touching, but our new helper just laughed and told me that “Despite how it looks, all the insults and punishments, it first requires the subs approval before the dom can do anything.”

I didn’t quite understand, but I did get the point that we should be safe as long as we don’t agree to take part in whatever weird shit going on in there.

After receiving a jamming device from Horizons, we were off.

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“Alright, you’re in,” the bouncer told Feather and Stern.

Feather stumbled a little. Between the latex socks and the heels, she was finding it a bit hard to trot properly since it made her hips sway more than normal to even take a proper step. It didn’t help that the one piece like spandex swimsuit grinded into her crotch ever so lightly, but enough that she couldn't ignore it. What added to this humiliation was the collar around Feather’s neck. The jamming device was disguised as a tag. The collar included a leash for Stern.

“Seriously, why always the heels? Also, this outfit, what's this planet's obsession with weird clothes when the locales barely wear any?” Feather complained again.

“I thought Res told you about that, with how you two talk all the time,” Stern grumbled while clearly enjoying his restrictive new clothes as much as Feather, of which Feather found to be proper payback.

It was mainly the cod peace around his junk that seemed to bother Stern. It was slightly too small for him, This was in addition to the colors and small vest made of belts. It was the best Horizons could get on short notice. He looked ready to burst out of them.

“Ya, it also has something to do with early space travel and mirage ponies. They had to always have on space suits. Because of that, they seem to have a bit of a complex about nudity over the generations.” Feather explained as they trotted fully into the club.

The two were hit by a wave of sound. It was quiet outside, so they were not ready for how loud things were inside. The wonders of futuristic soundproofing. The music was mainly electronic mixed with a heavy beat drum pounding that was hard for the two of them to just get used to, but that was by far the easiest thing they had to deal with.

In front of them was an open two floor warehouse filled with creatures of all shapes dressed in a multi-colored array of latex, pleather, and other combinations of costumes. Many were dancing in the center, but others were off to the side while performing acts that looked a bit like torcher, though the ones being hurt seemed to enjoy themselves.

Some were bent over while getting paddled. Another was being used as a seat for a pony drinking wine. Feather saw a few spots that looked more like attractions. Creatures were sitting on a long couch as in a line with the end being either some sort of suspension device, or some full-body cocoon of latex.

Further back they found the bar. It passed that way down to the basement. Unfortunately it was blocked off by what looked like a dragon, but it stood more quadrupedally like most creatures here and had a ball gag in its mouth. Above him, and over the door down to the basement, was a large sign that read “The Dungeon.” Sitting on the dragon was a mirage pony mare in what looked like a latex military jacket and one-piece swimsuit like corset, thigh-high latex socks, and even higher heels than Feather’s own. Odder was the oversized military cap that had a heart and skill as its emblem. A pink armband was also worn which had the same emblem. She held a riding crop in her hoof. She periodically slapped the dragon as she looked upon the two with annoyance.

“Praffe of vu to come schtraight to zee dungeon ven vu don’t haffe zee look of ein broper masder und slaffe. Are vu looking to get hurt, maype vu tvo schould sdart vith paby sdebs,” the mare suggested to the two of them.

Both Feather and Stern looked at each other, cocked an eyebrow, then looked at the mare. “What?” they said in unison.

The mare then slapped the dragon again who clearly blushed at that moment. “I’m saying you noods probably should turn back and try the intermediate bondage up here before jumping in the deep end. I rather not have to coddle another crying pony,” the mare clarified, dropping the accent.

Stern stepped forward. “Can… can we just take a look?”

The mare rolled her eyes and lightly slapped Stern on the nose with the riding crop. “Fuck no, you sad voristick freek. The cretuers down there want pivesy, and we have standards. Now. if you want a turn in the dungeon, maybe we can come to a deal.”

This time Feather stepped up. “Alright. What do you want?”

A smile formed on the mare’s face. She leaned back, making sure she exhibited her hips. “Ah, kood of vu to ask. I am Mistress Hydraulic Percussion Beat, put vu tvo can call me Mistress Beat.” Miss Beat offered her lower hoof out and used her riding crop to point to it.

Feather and Stern shared a glance again, then sighed. “Hello, Mistress Beat,” we said as they both kissed her hoof then they shared their own names.

Miss Beat licked her lips and pointed her riding crop at the bar. “Alright. First, let's get zome drinks, zen I can pe zee chudge of if you’re ready to ko in zee Dungeon.”

The four of them trotted to the bar where Feather was lifted up by the dragon and placed onto the bar table. Miss Beat then hopped up to join her. She stretched her legs out and pulled Feather’s head in between her legs.

Miss Beat yelled out in a near screeching tone “Alright all vu zad limp dicks, ve kot zome new meat zat vants to pe throvn on zee grill, zo for zoze vo vant to choin us in zee Dungeon, Dicks out, und I vill zee how zad vu are combared to mein bet.”

Several stallions and other male creatures gathered around. Some were nervous, others looked quite confident. Stern was just confused.

They all began showing their dicks as they sat back. Feather felt very uncomfortable all the sudden.

“Vu to,” Miss Beat said as she pointed at Stern with her riding crop.

When he released his flaccid member, it was still mostly in his sheath. Feather could see Beat raise an eyebrow and lick her lips.

“Alright, time to get zem all kood in hard little Miss Feazer,” Beat said and slapped Feather on the rear with the riding crop, getting a little gasp out of the small pony. After that, Miss Beat pulled Feather in for a kiss.

Caught off guard, Feather found herself once again being swept away by another ponies' pace Their tongues stroked each other, hungry for more.

Another slap hit Feather’s rear, much harder than before which caused her to let out a moan this time. Letting go, Feather and Beat shared a line of drool between them.

“Oh mein, aren't vu ein cute little bet. I zink I might keep vu all to myzelf,” she said to Feather before looking over at the stallions.

All but one was erect, with another masturbating to Miss Beats disappointment. Feather saw that most of them were about as big as she was as a male, with the exception of Stern and the dragon. Though not as big as Stern, the Dragon had two pink cocks, both with girth. There was another creature that had some size to him, but also with a bestial knot on the base. She didn’t understand why, but Feather could feel heat going to both her head and to her groin.

“Amasing. Your schtallins kot poth length und girth. How does it effen fit in vu?” Beat asked.

“I… I just… do,” Feather answered, feeling embarrassed.

That got a laugh out of Miss Beat, who then waved the other stallions off. “Ko now, vu're all vay too small for me to effen zink apout,” She said before pulling Feather up, having both their legs hanging over the table, butts out. “Vat do vu zink? Mein bet, schould ve giffe zem zee peginners treatment?”

The dragon pony-like creature gave a claw up gesture in approval before picking Feather up and putting her on the ground. She got a full view of it’s two meaty members and had to look away.

Landing next to Feather, Beat chuckled. “Imbreziffe, isn't he? How apout I let vu ko around pefore ve sdart zee real fun? Mein bet has peen zuch ein kood poy lately. Vat do vu zay?”

Feather wasn't sure what to say, but a frustrated Stern did speak up. “Sure! I’m down.”

She didn’t know why, but the fact that Stern said it was okay made it easier to just go with it, not that she knew exactly what it was.

Grabbing Feathers' leash and putting one on Stern, Miss Beat led them to the basement. Here the music was far less intense. Instead of that, it was replaced with the loud cracks of whips and the sound of moaning pleasure. They passed by one room where they saw a pony suspended by just hooks and another pony dripped hot wax on them. Another room had a pony on what looked like a torture device. They looked battered and bruised.

“Are they okay?” Stern let out a slight gasp.

“Of course they are,” Miss Beat said, dropping the accent again. “The dungeon is for performing things that need more controlled environments, and with experienced masters. They can bend you like a pretzel, but they will not break you.” She then gave out a long sigh. “Have a friend that tried some of this shit at home and pulled a muscle, so please do follow instructions.”

The four of them came to a stop at one door where Beat slapped the Dragon with the Riding crop. As a result,he hurried in.

“Right. Before we begin,” Miss Beat began to say, “since you signed the entry forms, whatever happens is considered to have your consent unless you establish a rule before hoof, such as safe words and the like. If you feel unwell, or hurt, we do have several first aid kits. Just look for the cross. Any more questions before continuing?”

Stern raised a hoof. “Is this your actual job?”

Beat laughed. “If only I got paid enough to do this professionally, but no. I’m actually an accountant. Ruby over there is my senior coworker. The S&M stuff is such a huge stress relief and helps pay for our vacation. Is that all?”

Feather looked over at Stern and nodded.

“Actually, I need to use the bathroom. Is there one down here?” Feather asked.

A sigh came from Beat as she unlatched the leach off Feather. “Down the hall and to the left, but be quick, or you will miss your turn. Also, don’t disturb the other creatures.”

The three entered the room. Stern looked a bit nervous as the door slowly closed.

On her own, Feather recalled the instructions left to her by Piper and what she was told by Horizons of what the generator looked like. As she trotted through, the place gave off the feeling of an underground individual storage, being colder and harder than the floor above.

Feather found the room to which Piper and Hushed had used long ago. Luckily for her, the door was unlocked. Peeking inside, the room was rather plain. A simple bed and sheets were in the middle of the room. There was little of anything else. On the bed was what looked like a blindfolded Nguruvilu female in a latex bodysuit. Around her were several other creatures of different shapes, but likely all male.

“Hay! Eough! It’s my turn,” a large woolly creature demanded. He pushed a scaly creature off. The dick of the scaly creature sliding out of the Nguruvilu mouth, revealing that she had a metal ring like gag that gave the males easier access to shove their dick in her mouth.

She then rolled over onto her back before taking the dick. It was large enough that Feather could see it stretch out her throat. Feather could also see that she had two pairs of crotch tits just poking out a little, all for leaking what looked like milk. Each of her nipples were pierced and chained together. She also had a bar cuffed to her back legs that kept them spread appert. It also gave the males easy access to her pussy and ass, of which one was already shoving his dick in.

Feather found herself watching the unintended show for a minute, at first wondering if that was Hush in there. Feather wondered if she would catch this villain right here once the males were done with her. As she watched, she found herself stroking her pussy, having become even more aroused.

Gritting her teeth and biting her lip, Feather regained control of herself. She poked her head in to get a better look of the room itself. On the back wall, she saw it. Several pipes that connected to what looked like the generator that she had been shown. when pulling off the jammer device, a little red light started quickly blinking dimly. From what she was told, it was a sign of higher levels of the planet's natural radiation and a tampered generator. All Feather needed to do now was attach the jammer under the control panel, which she proceeded to do so.

Slipping in, the creatures in the room were too busy fucking to hear her, with their flesh slapping and the females loud moaning providing good cover for her hoofsteps. The room was also dimly lit enough that as long as Feather stayed along the walls. She would be hard to see.

It was all surprisingly easy to do. She even placed the jammer device in a nice hidden spot. Most surprisingly was finding a purse next to the council. While Feather was there, she decided to soop.

Inside was several sex toys, but more important was an ID. It named the Nguruvilu female as “Quieted Stream” as well as a small hoof book. Flipping through it, there were several names and locations listed, but early in the book was the name “Piper Whirlpool”, confirming that the female here had to be Hushed. Her new name was far from creative.

Flipping through the book further, one location was listed just as much as this place, so Feather quickly committed it to memory. After that, she put everything back then snuck back to the door.

Unfortunately there was one of the males sitting on the wall next to the door, drinking a bottle of water. His flaccid dick was out. He looked a lot like a yak, but with curved horns. The two made eye contact. Feather held her breath, but he smiled and waved.

Whispering, the yak-like creature waved Feather over. “You work here right? Can you help fluff me up? I’m going to fall behind in the contest, but that loose bitch has lost its charm for me.” He ended his statement by pointing at his dick.

She thought about it for a moment, and came to the conclusion that the less attention she could draw to herself, the better, and by pretending to work here would provide some cover.

“Alright. Just sit there,” Feather commanded in a whisperer.

Taking the thick dick in her hooves, it was close to Stern’s size, being only a little smaller. She stroked it, but it remained limp no matter how fast and hard she squeezed. She switched to her tongue and mouth. Still nothing. His musk was almost as intoxicating as Piper, and Feather was only finding herself even more aroused.

Now feeling frustrated, she motions for the large hairy creature to lay back. His dick flopped on his belly. She pulls off her one-piece latex suit. Getting on his chest, her wet pussy touching his dick, Feather began sliding on it, now more to get off herself than to help the creature.

After a short moment of this, the wooly creature had become hard. A large smile was on his face. Feather stopped moving her hips, panting loudly.

“Good to go,” she informed him with a whisper. She was still fully aroused, but also holding control over herself. He nodded. Feather got off him and put her one-piece back on, but it now leaked her vaginal fluids.

The male got up with a hard dick and rusehd back to the female, joining in what was likely a fucking contest.

Returning to the room Stern was in, Feather felt a bit ashamed due to touching some creature who was not Stern. Peeking in, her eyes widened as a blindfolded Stern was tied to a bed, his large cock standing tall, with some sort of ring at its base.

Beat sat on the bed, teasing Stern’s cock with the riding crop. Her eyes wandered to the door, making contact with Feather, where Beat then licked her lips.

“Vu haffe peen really pad und it’s time for your bunischment. Rupy, do it,” Beat commanded as she pointed to the dragon Ruby who then put a ball gag into Stern's muzzle and fastened it tightly.

Feather watched as Ruby began giving Stern a blow job. His large and long tongue wrapping around Sterns’s large cock, causing it to twitch. Feather’s heart to beat hard, her face to flush with anger, and… and shame as she did just sat there, watching.

The dragon's tongue stroked Stern’s dick up and down, causing him to moan through his gag, but he never ejaculated. After what was longer than it should be, Ruby let Stern go, his twitching dick now slick with saliva.

“Next for mein treat. Zo zee vu nauty bonies, zee vat vu are mizing out” Miss Beat said as she looked at Feather.

With her exposed pussy, Beat began grinding along the dick, each thrust of her hips she got closer to the tip of Stern’s dick.

As Feather watched, unable to force herself to step in, she began to masturbate.

Beat thrusted one more time and then stood up on her two back hooves, balancing on the large dick. A wicked smile formed on her face before she lowered herself, the dick entering her pussy. Still standing, she rocked her hips as though dancing, causing Stern to give a muffled moan. “Vant to cum? Vant to fill me vith your hot zeed? Nein vu may not undil I zay vu can, vu are mein new bet, und ein kood bet opays,” she teased mockingly.

Lowing herself to the base, Feather could see the dent of Stern’s cock on Beats stomach. Now drooling, Beat arched her back and began to pump herself up and down, all the while maintaining eye contact with Feather who had not stopped masturbating.

With a slam down and a loud moan from Beat, she wiped the drool from her chin. “Almost done. Put far from enough bunischment. Arh ! Rupy, pe ein kood poy und fill us up.”

Feather watched as the dragon climbed onto the bead with his two erect cocks behind both Stern and Beat. He poured lubricant on both then gagged the pony. The dragon pressed both his cocks onto Beat and Stern’s assholes.

Feather’s eyes widened as Ruby then thrust, penetrating the two ponies. As a result, Feather orgasmed at the sight. Finally given the release, Feather’s arousal finally dropped. She found the strength to take a step in. The three before her was still pined in a full fuck session. The slapping of flesh filling Feather’s ears.

“Oh kood of vu to choin,” Beat requested with a smirk as she looked down on Feather. “Zis bunischment is now offer.”

With a slap of her riding crop, Beat struck Stern which caused him to let out a long moan. Beat’s belly swelled ever so slightly. Right after Ruby gave out a loud grunt and stopped thrusting. This caused Beat to bite onto her riding crop as she began to drool again.

The mare sat there, penetrated by Stern, and slowly leaking his seed from her pussy.

Seeing it, the heat in Feather’s face overcame her. The sight of another mare taking her stallion was too much. In a spark of a brief moment, a burst of air shot out from Feather at Beat. She was knocked up and off Stern and flying into Ruby, thus knocking the dragon onto her back.

Feather stood there, slowly coming to a realization of what she just did… then she galloeped away.

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Journal Log 21

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! What did I do? Why did I do it, and how am I supposed to talk to Stern? Why was he with her without me? Am I not his mare? His?!

He is mine. I know that! All mine, but with her… what other mares has he been with? What other sluts did he fuck?

Wait… what did I just write… Ugg! Something is wrong with me. This is not like me at all. I’ve been on this planet for too long. Far too long. I need to finish this and capture Hushed as soon as possible.

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Reversed Paradise, Ch 6

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Journal Log 22

I spent a fair part of the night trying to meditate and clear my head, but I just couldn’t get what was going on with Stern out of my head between him and that other mare. Worse, I may have hurt them which is something I was told to avoid doing at all costs.

I know I messed up, but I just ... I don’t know.

It didn’t help that Stern returns late, then asks me about where I went, like he doesn't know that I was trying to get the mission done while he was with her.

Damnit! Why does my head feel all wrong? Why am I so angry? Why am a… aroused?

I just need to meditate more. Get myself centered. Focus on the mission at hoof.

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Journal Log 23

Stern wouldn't stop bothering me at our bungalow, so I had to go for a trot, but he just had to come with me. The whole time I could see how the mares were looking at him. Noticing that feels so infuriating! Now I know, if we go on another mission, that the same thing is going to happen again. I can't let that happen again!

Without Stern, I got Res and Treron to help me pick out an outfit. They suggested maintenance, but I didn’t know how half the tech even worked. I’d rather not have to return empty hoofed due to my lack of knowledge. Since pretending like I worked there had worked before, I wanted to go with that. Unfortunately that happened to be a prostitute, though they used other terms for it on this planet.

Treron and I had tried on different outfits with Res judging. Through it all, I couldn't help but feel overstimulated, I had to rely on them to help me style down. In the end I ended up in some red fishnet outfit along with too much makeup. Looking at myself in the mirror, I looked… I did not look proper at all.

While staring at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but imagine how much my father would berate me for this after recovering from his own shock, assuming he survived that shock in the first place.

How in the worlds has a noble’s son, from House Scroll, ended up like this? Not even in all the wild and whimsy of the Doctor’s adventures could I predict something like this coming to fruition.

Still, I can do this! I don’t need Stern!

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“Are you sure?” Res asked with concern in his voice, “Maybe you should go get Stern.”

“And let him just fuck another mare wile I do all the work? No thank you!” Feather stomped her hoof which caused her to wobble a little as she was still finding it hard to balance in heels or the beads in her ass. All of this felt very odd. “Also, Treron, do I really need a sex toy in me right now?”

Treron shrugged as she said, “You said you wanted to look the part of a pony that specifically belonged there and would not get questions. Well, guests get questions. Employees, who work in the rooms don’t. The employees here aid with the customer’s sexual urges.”

Feather shivered a little. “Well ... anything else I need to know?”

“Don’t follow anypony into a back alley,” Res spoke up seriously.

“Oh hush you.” Treron shook her head disapprovingly at Res before turning to Feather. “Well, if you do find yourself in a situation there, you can always apologize and back away. It’s only guests or employees here. They will understand. If you can’t, then it will be best to just go along with it or find some other excuse. Just avoid hurting anypony.”

Again, Feather thought in her mind. That seemed the unspoken request between the lines of what Treron said.

Feather nodded. “Alright. I’ll call you two as soon as I’m done.”

Treron got in the transporter. Res drove off around the corner, leaving Feather with her mission.

Trotting inside, she had imagined some shady place. She thought it would be dark and run down, but instead it was bright and clean, if a bit hard on the eyes. The love hotel also sold several sex toys, outfits, and had a contact terminal for ordering a pony to come and join them for a fuck. There was also a little snack and drink bar along with a washroom that included a shower. This place had everything, it seemed.

A receptionist looked at Feather from behind a counter. She, herself, was smoking from a long pipe. She also wore a huge grin on her face. “So, somepony likes ‘em small. At least you're not younger.”

“Well, just remember to clean yourself off after.” She then waved Feather off dismissively. After that she trotted further into the hotel.

Guessing that the tampered generator is in the basement, that’s where Feather went first. When she arrived, however, she found more hotel rooms down there.

Taking a deep breath, Feather opened the first door. She didn’t see the generator, but did see a pony dressed up like a baby while being nursed by a much larger mare… Feather backed out as fast as possible while thinking, Nope! So much nope in here!

The second room had some sort of play going on. The ponies were in different over the top costumes. They acted with exaggerated motions. The third was empty. The forth had a stallion tied to a bed and a black latex covered mare holding a whip. The mare in charge glanced at Feather as she quickly apologized before backing out. Her hairs stood on end from the mares commanding glare. Feather’s eye pupils also shrank to tiny little pins.

Stopping at another door, Feather could feel it; the wind warped from under the crack ... it calling to her. She was correct. She had, at last, found the tampered generator.

Stepping inside, the room was rather bare with clean sheets covering the walls and a simple bed in the middle. Unfortunately there were also three stallions in the room. They were shark ponies to be exact. They all turned to look at Feather.

“Finally! She’s here, though you're a lot smaller than we were told. No matter. Let's get this bang started,” one of the shark ponies spoke to Feather as he trotted over.

Feather pondered for a moment about backing out, but the generator was here, and she needed to place the kill switch on it.

“Yes… lets?” she said with an uncertainty. She was also unsure what they were here for, but if she just needed to quickly get them off, then it couldn't be harder than Stern.

Following the shark pony to the bed, the other two looked at Feather with both uncertainties but also hunger in their eyes.

“We should call this off, Shana. They clearly made a mistake,” the second said.

The third grunted. “We’re leaving tomorrow, and I’m not jacking you off again, Katelin! But ya, she is rather on the small side. Maybe we just take turns?”

At this point Feather felt worried that maybe she should have asked at least a few questions before playing along.

Then two rubbery hooves grabbed onto her hips. She felt something hard on her backside.

“Horizons doesn't make mistakes like this, and if it was, she would tell us,” the first shark pony, Shana, said while looking down at Feather with hunger in his eyes.

She considered it, as just being here was stupid. Now she was in a stupid situation. If Stern Wing was here, he’d… he’d… he would probably find some floozy mare to fuck!

“What are you waiting for? I can do this!” Feather snapped at the three shark ponies.

The first shark pony grinned, showing rows of razor-sharp teeth which caused Feather to shrink in fear.

There was no warning. No slow before fast. Just a sudden thrust. Feather was impaled on the first shark pony’s dick. It was a pain which shot up through her spine.

Though not as big as Stern, the stallion had gone in dry, and it hurt. The pain caused her to yelp, but with each thrust, it got easier as she got wetter.

Still, after that first thrust, something felt wrong.

She then felt it ... the stallion’s throbbing cock unleashed its load into her. He pulled out shortly after that.

One down, and two to go, Feather thought to herself glad, it was at least quick.

“Fuck! Was she a virgin? There's blood in the cum!” one of them said in shock.

“Naw. I think Vicky might have torn something. Should have done some foreplay first,” another commented.

“Whatever. She works here, so it’s fine. We paid for a gange bang, so they sent us a mare for the job,” the first huffed. “Now stop complaining and take your turn. That’s what we agreed too.”

The stallions shifted around. One came up behind Feather and asked, “What’s this?” The stallion tugged on the annal beads. “Well, it’s in the way.”

With a pull, pain erupted from her asshole which forced Feather to bite the bead to not scream.

“Oh, annal beads… shit. I’m not supposed to just pull them like that. Sorry,” he said before Feather felt a dick on her ass.

Fortunately, the stallion had grabbed some lube and poured it on his dick before pushing it in, causing it to not hurt as much as the last stallion. He thrust like a hungry beast, forcing pain and pleasure to shoot up Feather’s spine, but as soon as it started, the stallion finished, pulling out before she could feel really good.

Two down, one to go, she again thought to herself, feeling a bit disgusted with herself, but it at least would be soon over.

The third stallion looked down at Feather. There was a twinge of guilt in his hungry eyes, but also a determination to not let this opportunity pass him by. With a hoof up, he brought it down to slap Feather’s rear hard. “Okay whore, you get what you asked for!” he growled, and like the previous stallion, began fucking her in the ass.

He was not gentle or kind. Worst of all, he was not quick.

By the time he had finished, Feather had shamefully orgasmed, but at least it was over. She could finish the job.

“So are the others here yet?” The first stallion asked, causing Feathers ears to perk up in worry.

“Ya. Those bitches are coming down now,” the second stallion said.

“Well, we got our first dibs, so I don’t mind sharing now,” the third was jacking off at Feather as he spoke.

A glob of cum hit her in the face just as the door opened. Two more shark ponies stepped in, looking pissed.

“Fucking assholes! You sent us to the wrong place!” one of the new stallions shouted.

The first just shrugged. “Well, you always scare the mares off, so we wanted a little fun first. Soften her up, so to speak.”

Another glob of cum hit Feather on the side of her head.

“Whatever! I got blue balls, so get out of my way!” the new stallion grumbled as he trotted over to Feather

Looking at the aggressive stallion and at his now presented throbbing cock, Feather then realized something. She realized that, from the very start, she could have come here as a maintenance worker like Treron had suggested…

Feather was then forced to deepthroat the stallion’s dick. She had to keep herself from accidentally biting the stallion as he pushed her head all the way to the base. It didn’t take too long. Her head was pushed up and down the cock until he came. By the time she was let go, her head was feeling light. She also coughed up a lot of seemen.

“Alright, let's all have at it!” the stallion announced.

Feather found herself surrounded by five shark ponies, like a lamb surrounded by wolves.

They started by jacking off in a circle around her. She was hit by their ejaculate multiple times. Feather could only think about how this was her own fault and how she deserved this. She could have turned back. she could have gone in with some pony, but noooooooo, she had to do it on her own. Stern was distracting everypony. That’s what she had asked him to do, and he did it. But here, Feather chose to be on her own. She had chosen to pretend to be an employee and was now fucking these stallions as her own choice. She had no pony to blame but herself. She felt the pain and shame that she thought she deserved.

She was penetrated in her ass and pussy. Her hips were rocking back and forth while giving a stallion a blow job and jacking the other two off. Every orifice got filled and was filled by their seamen. The smell of their musk and the roughness of their cock were horrendous. They loved to slap her ass, making it feel raw, but the pain only made her climax faster.

Eventually one would get bored. They would then switch places. At first they continued in a five way with all having a turn in her pussy, her ass, her mouth, and having her soft hooves rub another one out. Feather didn’t care and even encouraged them to continue. The pleasure of her debasement was all she needed right now. It kept her from thinking or screaming.

The stallions then dwindled as Feather tired. Where she was survising all five at once, now it was two at a time. She laid back as they had their way with her by pounding as hard as possible. Her belly felt full. Both her pussy and ass leaked cum whenever not plugged with a dick.

Feather lost count how many times she had orgasmed. She also lost count how many times she was penetrated, cumed on, slapped, and called a whore, among other names.

But, eventually, there were just two of them. One was plowing her cunt which forced what little cum was in him and into her, and the other she was trying to squeeze what jizz she could into her mouth.

Eventually, they finally left, which left her covered in cum and shame, so Feather began to masturbate, but felt nothing. She was numb. She was stretched. She was bruised, and worse, she felt like a worthless cheating whore.

Crawling up into a ball, Feather began to sob. Her tears mixed with both seamen and blood.

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Jornal Log 24

After placing the killswitch, I washed myself off in a nearby shower and had another fit of sobbing. After that, I began washing out my inside. The fishy taste of their cum would not go away no matter how much I gargled mouthwash. I can’t sit down with how abused my backside is.

Still, I deserved it all with how fucking stupid I was being. Stern rush's in. That’s how she always is, and I usually think things through. That nightclub, I knew what was going on, that Stern was just following my plan, and I got mad at her for that, for my bad decisions, and now look at me…

I don’t know how I’ll look at her now. I’m mad at her, but I just did something a hundred times worse.

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Reversed Paradise, Ch 7

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Journal Log 25

I spent much of the day doing… nothing. I couldn’t get last night out of my mind no matter how long I showered. I just couldn't feel clean. It hurt inside and out, but the medicine here made that all better before I saw Stern, so he… she, didn’t ask me about what happened. Actually, he avoided asking about much. Res and Treron were at least concerned, but Stern just went to bed.

I don’t know why, but I got mad. What the fuck is wrong with me? And when I smelt perfume of all things, I just lost control. Stern is still a mare inside. He would wear perfume. I don’t know why, but I accused him of doing what I had been doing.

I’m such an idiot.

We haven't talked since then. Treron told me that Stern was going to follow a lead and he may be gone for a few days.

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Jornal Log 26

I’m still an idiot… I fucked Res without Stern. He was uncomfortable about it, but lately I’ve been hornyer and hornyer, but it was still not enough. Maybe I need Stern. His size just outmatched every pony else. Maybe I need more than that, since I still can't get that night with the shark ponies out of my mind.

Have I gone crazy? It hurt so much. It made me feel so dirty, yet whenever I think about it… I want more.

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Journal Log 27

I need to go out and do something! Just sitting around only makes my mind wander, and it won’t stop wandering to sex. I alread used all our sex toys a few times now. I even had Treron try some new things with me, but all this waiting is driving me mad.

Luckily I do have a lead I forgot to tell Stern about, or is it stupidly? Piper Whirlpool left me her… his address. If any creature knows where Silenced might also go, it’s Piper.

I just need to keep my head on straight, not get led along like last time.

Fuck! I need Stern to fuck me right now!

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“Come in.” Piper's voice came over the com as the door opened. Feather stepped inside.

The unicorn mare had long given up on her expectation of the bad parts of this world actually looking bad. Everything was clean and orderly, both the aria, and Piper’s apartment.

Besides a few thrown pillows, the only thing out of place was a tied up pony mare with a spread bar keeping her legs open. She had clearly gone at least a round with Pipe as both holes were leaking her cum.

“So you come to see me? Had fun with the whips and chains?” Piper teased Feather as she licked her lips.

Feather avoided eye contact. Her eyes were, again, landing on the bound mare.

“I ahhh… I didn’t stay long.” Feather replied

Piper frowned as she trotted to the bound mare, caressing a paw along her genitals which caused the mare to moan. “A shame. They do such good work there. Maybe you're not cut out for such a thing.”

“I did find the other place Silence goes to!” Feather blurted out.

With a smile, Piper slapped the mare on her cunt. In response, again she moaned.

“Really now, and you took part?” Piper wondered with a sinful purr.

Feather nodded, wanting to play along, but also not lie.

“Which was it? The film studio, or the love hotel?” Piper checked.

Feather tried to force the memory down but she could still taste the sharp pony cum on her lips. But fortune smiled on her since Piper mentioned another place. It could be what she was looking for.

“The… the love hotel,” Feather replied timidly.

A gleeful smile formed on Piper's face. “So you truly do like it rough! I tried it once. The amateurs that go there don’t know how to hold back, but I still give as good as I take.”

“Y… ya. It was rough,” Feather agreed with continued embarrassment. The memory both disgusted her and aroused her.

Piper trotted over to Feather and looked her in the eyes as she said, “From the look on your face, you seem to want more. Such a deviant mare are you! This kind of makes me regret not taking you home with me. I bet you now want to know where the film studio is.”

Feather nodded. She didn't know why she let Piper kiss her with his forked tongue.

It was enthralling to Feather.

“Alright, my little fuck toy. I’ll tell you where it is, but this information is not free,” Piper spoke as she trotted over to her counter, picked up a bottle and poured it into a small glass.

“I don’t have any money right now.” Feather informed Piper.

He just trotted over and passed the glass. “I thought as much. Now drink.”

It smelled pungent, but Feather had a led. She was determined not to back down at this point. She drank the strange drink. It was bad. It was a mix of an overly strong alcohol beverage and some unripe flower, but Feather still drank it all.

“What is this?” Feather asked.

Piper leaned on Feather’s back. She could feel one of his two dicks brush up on her backside as Piper answered, “It’s called forbidden fruit juice. It’s mostly just booze but mixed with a strong aphrodisiac and a medical relaxant. Nothing illegal, but not recommended in high doses because it causes the mind to go… numb.”

Slowly Piper pressed his cocks into Feather’s wet cunt and waiting ass. He was already slick from the other mare. Feather didn’t resist as she was expecting something like this.

Secretly, she was even wanting it.

Dropping her head down and leaving her ass up, Feather felt every thrust. Each time it felt better and better. Both of Piper’s ribbed dicks stroked her inside. It sent waves of pleasure through her body. It was enough to make her forget why she was doing this. All she could recall was wanting more.

After several more thrusts, Piper unloaded into Feather. She began to twitch with pleasure as she drooled on the ground.

“You're not as tight as you were before, so I guess you're not lying,” Piper realized as he rolled over a painting Feather Wind, sizing her up. “I can’t keep two pets right now, so let's adopt you out.”

Feather just laid there, breathing heavily and unable to think properly. The thought of her being a fucking idiot did cross her. She didn’t need to drink whatever was in that glass, but it quickly faded from her mind.

What didn’t fade was how good she felt and how she wanted even more. Why was she here no longer mattered, not that she could remember it anyways.

She wanted to fuck. She needed to fuck.

Given some more of the drink after cleaning up Piper’s cocks, Feather agreed to put on some tight black and white latex suit. It reminded her of cows. It also was really tight, not that she could complain as a bit was put in her mouth, a harness strapped to her, and blinders placed on her head so that she could only look forward.

Led away by a lead, Feather was trotted through some public place. From there, eyes on her, lusting after her. “Can I fuck yet?” she crudely asked aloud while on the stage.

“Just wait. Soon you will have all the dicks you can take,” Piper told Feather, making her really excited.

Through some back alleys where a few ponies were, they came to a place that had several large guards who, to Feather, were likely just as hung as Stern.

“She’s small!” one guard pointed out.

Piper sighed. “Think of it as legibly compact, so just pay me the finder fee. This bitch is still tight enough for your smaller dicked customers, so no complaining.”

They exchanged some cards. After that, Feather was then led inside. It was dark as first, but as soon as they entered another room, Feather found herself in what looked like a storage warehouse. Along the center were two rows of mares and other female creatures all tied to some kind of feeding stall. They also had a spreading bar between their legs. The females looked like they were in different stages of pregnancy. Many of them clearly had bloated breasts and were being actively milked.

In a few of the stalls, the females were being mounted by a male. They vigorously thrust their hips as the females moaned like cows.

Taken to a pen, Feather was tied to it. A spread bar was attached to her back legs to force her to keep them apart. After that, she was given more of the forbidden fruit juice. They also gave her a few shots. One of those shots did not do much, but the other made her feel… good.

She wanted to feel worried. She knew this was bad. She definitely knew she could get out.

But…

Feather wanted to see where this was going. She wanted to get mounted as well.

It looked just so fun!

Feather stood their, waiting for several minutes, her pussy only getting wetter before she felt something. The fat cock of some stallion forced its way into Feather’s wet and wanting pussy. He was not gentle. Thrust like his life depended on it. He also forced his tongue into her mouth. The warm cum came quickly which filled her with both cum and pleasure.

Another creature mounted her. His barbed cock hooked her insides but did not tear anything. It hurt, but Feather liked the pain and wanted more of it.

Two ponies came next. One opted to fuck her face as the other went for her ass.

Though Feather was calm and enjoyed each fucking, the Miniature still caught her off guard. Lifting her up and plowing deep, he was as big as Stern but far more aggressive and with just as much stamina.

The bull cock filled her completely, threatening to tear her in two. When he ejaculated, Feather puked a bit of the juice from the pressure. After that, he went for her ass since he was still not satisfied. Once again, he was as rough as possible. He lasted a few minutes of fucking before the second load came.

Several more came to fuck, and Feather took them all. Small cocks, large cocks, mild cocks. Some didn’t have cocks but used toys instead.

Feather lost track of all of this. She was having too much fun... She thought she was having fun…

Slowly Feather began to regain her senses. The pain of what had happened to her slowly being felt. She felt bloated and numb. Again, she had made a huge mistake.

Tears began to flow from her eyes.

Yet despite her anguish, Feather started masturbating since she found the humiliation… arousing.

As she rubbed her clit, she felt something strange. Something sensitive.

Above her cunt, two bumps poked out. On them were nipples. Toughing one, she found it sensitive. Very sensitive.

Why did I grow breasts, Feather wondered to herself only to start rubbing them to make herself feel good. As she rubbed her nipples, something wet could be felt on her hooves. When she licked her hoof, she found a bitter-tasting… milk.

“Hey, I think this cow is almost ready for milking!” one of the ponies working here shouted. “Didn’t think you’d grow on me so fast. It must be yer size.”

The stallion trotted up to Feather then whipped out his dick. “Ya know, I do like ‘em your size, so I’ll let you have some more fun before we get you all hooked up.”

Feather looked away, but he forced her head back to his dick. He poked her mouth with it.

The taste of so many different cum was still in her mouth. Her pussy still craved for more, and milk was leaking from her tits. Feather didn’t think doing more would hurt.

Thrusting his cock into her mouth, Feather could feel it hit the back of her throat again and again. The stallion clearly had done this many times before. Forcing her head to take it all, she deepthroated the stallion until he unloaded into her.

“Fuck ya! I needed that,” he sighed with satisfaction .

Two other males trotted over. One of them held what Feather guessed was a milking machine.

“Oy, stop fucking the merchandise before they’re purchased!” one complained as they pulled Feather up.

“Fuck, she’s already looking pregnant. Did we give her too much of the drug?” another asked as they latched on a glass suction tube to Feather’s nipples.

“All I care is if I can fuck her when she gets all big and round,” the first stallion said with a hungry grin.

“Just get the boss's approval first. I rather not piss him off again,” a third said.

Feather felt the suction on her sensitive nippled grow tighter which caused her to moan loud with pleasure.

“Did ya give her more of the drink? She looks like she is actually enjoying this!” the second noted.

“Maybe. I’ll get some more for the bitch cow, unless she wants to get fucked sober?” the fist asked Feather.

She gritted her teeth and tried to think rationally. She tried to think of a plan.

Then she thought; Why bother? I am already fucked as I am. Why not get more fucked?

“Mooorre!” Feather moaned out, her hungry pussy dripping for cock.

Feather could hear laughter as they trotted away. One of them whisted sharply.

Heavy hoofsteps came behind Feather, then something large pressed up against her cunt… and ass.

A large claw braced itself on the side of the pen. After that, it’s two fat dicks thrust itself into her. It was what she wanted. It was what she needed. Pain and pleasure mixed as Feathers' head became foggy again.

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Journal Log 28

Has it been a day?Maybe two or perhaps three days.

hey kept us in a dark room when it’s time for us to rest. I’m glad I got to keep the few things I brought with me such as some kind of sex traffickers. So, in the brief times of lucidity, I can at least think about how much of a fuck up I have become.

I don’t know who those ponies were or where I was, but they did tell us that we would be let out after a few days. It seemed that there was little place they could go or take a pony, so they set up in random places to do this then run off before the authorities caught on. So, at least that was just temporary, for what good that was.

At least I’m having a new experience. Whatever drugs they gave me, it stimulate a mare's body to rapidly go through a fake pregnancy as well as force the body to overproduce milk. If I was not milked, it began to hurt, and unlike the others there, I had the worst of it. Lucky the other girls were willing to help me with that, though having two sex-mad mares suckle me always felt odd to me.

I’m not exactly sure, but it seemed that we were not producing just normal milk but also some kind of drug. Admittedly, I helped another mare drain her breasts. The other night, it made the world spin. My body was so aroused. Among us mare there, suckling each other had become a way to pass the time and to forget our situation.

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Reversed Paradise, Ch 8

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Journal Log 29

Still unable to keep track of the days with my mind mostly in a fog. Reading this journal reminds me that I am doing something important, but I can’t seem to focus enough to do much.

My belly is too swollen to move far, and my tits needs somepony to milk them. They say it should pass soon, not that I believe them. They seem to like me too much. Between work, they have me entertain the workers. It’s fun! It makes me feel loved. They even gave me gifts such as rings for my tits and nose.

I want to concentrate, but it's too hard.

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Feather moaned loudly. The creature that was filling her ass was big and wooly with the dick to match. She moved her hip to make his member hit her insides faster and stronger, though her bloated stomach had made it far more work. It didn’t take long for her to tire out. Her customer resorted to pulling her up and like a cock sleave.

When he was done, Feather was left on her back, wanting more, but unable to move. He decided to just masturbate over her, unloading the rest of his spunk onto her swollen crotch tits.

“Your time is up!” one of the workers shouted.

With a ggrumbleumble, Feather’s lover trotted out.

The worker stepped in, cocking an eyebrow before grabbing a hose to spray off Feather.

“Look at you, servicing more customers than any mare here, and still wanting more. Normally niphos like you get set up in one of the clubs,” the hippogriff-like mare said as she stood over Feather.

She was a worker here, but also survived customers. She took some of the same drugs, but not the juice. Because of that, she, too, had milking tits and , though it was smaller, a bloated stomach. She also sported piercing all over her body. Many of them were centered around her genitals.

After the wash, she attached a thin leash to Feather’s nose ring. After that, she got Feather up up on all four legs. Though she was not so bloated that she could not move, it had become hard to trot, so they moved slowly.

They stopped in the dress-up room. Both of them putt on a cow printed latex outfits. During this time, Feather was allowed to remove her bit in favor of a ring bit that kept her mouth open. A small chain was also added to her tit rings, of which the worker pilled little on.

The pain felt good to Feather.

Feather was then taken to what she knew as the brake room, meaning it was time to have fun with her… friends.

A stallion took the leash and pulled Feather to the middle of the room with a wide grin on his face.

“Alright, it’s a deal. You get to keep the mare, and I get fucked,” the mare said with an annoyed tone.

The stallion laughed and tossed a small box to the mare. “Next time don’t bet your valuables on a card game.”

Pulling out another ring bit gag, the mare put it on and bent down to show the stallion her ass and pussy.

A bit of drool ddrippedropped from the stallion's mouth. “I fucking love submissive bitches.”

Turning to a small table nearby, the stallion poured a line of white powder on the table, then snorted it all. After that, he let out a satisfied sigh as he became erect.

His cock was not all that llargeage, but it was decorated with many piercings. They went up his member like a ladder.

Feather watched as he mounted the mare and began thrusting as hard as he could. The sound of their piercings clattered with each wet slap of their hip. Next, he grabbed the mares choker and pulled back hard as they continued to fuck. The mare choked and moaned.

Feather masturbated as she watched, unable to take her eyes off the two.

The mare struggled, but only when she passed out did he let her go. The mare wet herself as her hips twitched.

He continued to fuck her unconscious body for a few more minutes until she woke up, upon which she was forced to clean his cock, all the while tears ran down her cheeks.

The mare was a wreck, left panting on the floor as she masturbated.

When he finally turned to Feather, she laid back, knowing it was her turn for some good old-fashioned fucking. The stallion was still very much hard and ready to go, gleaming with saliva and precum.

Placing his cock between her now ample crotch tits, he pulled the chain before trusting, making the sensitive Feather moan loudly. It all felt sensational for Feather; the pain, the humiliation, and the domination.

He cummed onto her bloated belly, holding a wicked grin as he placed his cock at Feather's ass.

Slamming it in, Feather felt it all. His dick and the piercings went inside of her. It hurt, and Feather liked the pain.

“The best thing about small mares like you,” He said in a devilish tone, “you're so easy to do anything with.”

Reaching down, the stallion placed both hooves on Feather’s neck and began the squeeze as he fucked her ass.

Everything began to fade as Feather could not breathe. The experience caused her to violently orgasm bringing her to a new string of pleasure. Shortly later, everything went back.

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As Feather began to regain consciousness, she vaguely began to recognize the world around her. The dirty room, the smell of chemicals and shame, the hot feeling of her loins which demanded that she finds anything to fuck. All of this along with the sounds of sex.

Though it sounded more panicked.

And she was not being fucked by her master.

Yet she could feel something holding her. It was slick and wet, wrapping around her body.

Feather found herself being held in the air as tentacles had her in their grasp. Confused and aroused, the small mare tried to concentrate, but her desire for sex was still overpowering.

“Ohh, please fuck me,” the words came gasped of Feather’s mouth. Her mind was still too hazy to understand them.

Gently moved around, Feather got sight of the source of the tentacle. It was a vaguely pony-shaped creature which looked more like it was made of wood, but seemed to have a shine to it like crystal.

“Be at ease. I will be purging you of the toxins now,” the strange plant pony spoke in her head, causing Feather to relax.

More tentacles stretched out from the plant pony’s body as the tentacles held Feather r legs spread open. Rubbing on both her pussy and ass, they secreted a sweet-smelling fluid, then slowly inserted themselves into Feather. Another tentacle forced its way into her mouth and two more latched onto her nipples.

She could feel them enter deep within herself, as far as possible. Her stomach, her intestines , and her womb were wonderfully violated. All as the milk was sucked out of her body. It made her body numb as literal electricity ran through her body, causing her body to spasm with rapid orgasms.

As the seconds melted away, Feather felt better and better, but also more satisfied. She could feel her craving for sex diminish. She still wanted to fuck, but now she could think more clearly. She was starting to feel like Feather Wind again and not some a cock hungry whore.

The horror and the nightmares of the last week became all too real, yet Feather felt calm as her whole body was violated from the inside out. She felt too calm about it all.

“It is fine. I am suppressing your base and higher emotion, keeping your body from releasing stress hormone,” the plant alien told her in her own head. “It will be over soon, but you will need to be kept sedated until we can keep you in a more relaxed state. Your mind is in a fragile state and must be kept from scoring too much stress too soon, or permanent damage may occur. We are here to help, so stay at ease.”

Letting Feather down, the tentacles slowly left Feather’s body, leaving her in a calm and sedated state. She was aware of what was going on but was in too much in a dream-like state to care. She looked at her modified body. It was covered in metal but her belly and tits had shrunken, no longer swollen beyond normal.

The plant pony trotted off, and Feather could see the masters being escorted out, muzzled and leashed, all looking pissed off and scared.

Feather herself could not bring herself to care. She was feeling too good to care. Too relaxed. She gently began playing with her sensitive tits as she waited for the kind plant pony to return.

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Journal Log 30

To say remembering that week was a nightmare is an understatement. Horizons forced me to wear a collar that sends some physically soothing signal whenever I started to stress out. It is awkward to say the least, but I am grateful for it. For the last few days, I have been quite relaxed and have been working through what issues this event has caused me.

They have been keeping all the victims, including myself, as a private spa where the locals cater to everything we need or want. Ironically a lot of that involved sex.

I am ashamed to say that even I could not control myself, and several times a day have taken to a local to bed whenever I could get there in time. Letting myself be taken while around the others was embarrassing, yet thrilling.

All that said and done, it had been good to actually get to know the other mares here, like we now have a bond of sisterhood. We talk about what happened, cry, laugh, scream, and even share a bit about what we did enjoy about it.

Horizons says it is a process to get us all to quickly get to a state where we can process it all on our own, so as to reduce the mental damage we have, or could get. They seem to understand this more than I may ever will, so I trust them.

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Journal Log 31

My stomach is finally normal again, so the girls and I shared a drink to celebrate. Unfortunately it seems my breasts are here to say, though at least there is a more manageable size. Horizons is still looking into the way, but they say that I’ll be lactating until I get off planet, but at least I’m not producing that drug anymore.

Small blessings.

In other good news, all of our limbedos are under control. We're still horny a lot of the time, but it's more of a, “would like to have fun, but I can wait” kind of horny. I have still gotten some help, but the local stud just doesn't quite size up for me.

The doctors have told me that my body is mostly back to normal and the damage to my genitals is repaired, but it seems I’m still quite stretched out. Though I have a feeling Stern could fill me up.

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Sorry, my mind is still not entirely clear. I need to meditate… and masturbate.

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Journal Log 32

Our time is almost done at the spa. We even were able to take off the physically soothing collar. Though a lot of us then began to crash hard, we were able to rebound within the day. It was good we had each other for support. That helped a lot.

It all hit me quite hard, but what was worse was that, deep down, I enjoyed it. I was not some noble colt confused about who I was. There was no evil to fight. No responsibility. It was just all pleasure, nothing more.

I’m not sure this world is making me this way, or I always had this mindset deep down.

It made me sick at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized it was the part of me that just wanted to run away. The part of me that wanted to just hoof all the responsibility to some other pony. I was the victim, so I’m not at fault. That’s the part of me that loved it all. Taking responsibility meant admitting I was at fault, but blaming myself for everything only made it worse.

Rubberband effect is what I think the counselor called it.

The plant pony that saved me was also our counselor for the last day of the spa, evaluating us to see if we were ready to leave or not. Sprigins, they were called, and surprisingly they are not plants but rocks that act like plants. The Counselor was basically one big living crystal.

Well, the Counselor believes that because I resisted so much to my own sexuality, then placed all the responsibility on myself when things went wrong. Myy own mind revolted once I lost all control. So where most of the mares had some resistance, I fell into the role of a sex slave hard. The Counselor did say that I had more of the drug in my body than any other mare, so that would have made things worse.

Still, I was advised to avoid any shady place and stay with ponies I can trust. Though I was found to be mentally healthy now, I could still easily relapse if placed in such a situation again.

For now, I just need to talk to Stern. I know she must be worried sick about me and I hate having done this to her.

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Reversed Paradise, Ch 9

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Journal Log 33

To say that everypony had been worried would be an understatement, with Derpy giving me a hug that risked cracking a rib and Treron being extra attentive to anything I needed. What had happened to me was kept private, so they knew only as much as I wanted to tell them, but I had a feeling that they knew I had gone through an ordeal.

Fortunately I feel almost nothing from that week. It all felt more like a bad dream. Well, more like a very embarrassing wet dream. Actually the fact that this place’es technology can do this was far more frightening, not to say I would ever put myself in a position to be a sex slave ever again. It’s just having that even become nothing more than just the past makes me wonder what else could it be used for. It can heal, but can it be used to hurt?

Shoving such thought to the back of my mind, I focused on the here and now.

Among the things I needed to do, most important was to talk to Stern. This ended up being easter said than done, as I found myself clamming up like a school colt. Even with my mind healed, and it not all my fault, I still didn’t think I should be so easily forgiven by her.

And we barely spoke.

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Journal Log 34

Stern and I finally spoke, and it didn’t go as well as I hoped. She, well, he, was as shocked as I thought he would be. I never got as far as what happened to me over the last week before he got upset. Reminding me of how stupid I was, how I could have gotten serusly hurt. All corect.

I don’t know why, but I began arguing back. All the jealousy came streaming out. My paranoia, my doubts. All of it.

The worst part of it all, I was right. Stern had been running off with some other mares. He admitted it. Since the strip club, there had been mares chasing after him. He had even returned to the BDSM club.

But I had little room to complain. Letting myself get captured like that, and enjoying my fake breeding. We both were awful. We both shouted. We both said cruel things to each other.

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Journal Log 35

It took a day to cool off, the two of us not talking. We did share a bed, but it was cold. The two of us avoided body and eye contact.

I think Derpy could feel it, and pressed for us to at least go on a date. Do normal couple stuff. So we went out to have dinner.

It was quiet at first. The pressure not to bother anypony around us kept us calm and civil. We talked, and talked, and talked. Stern learned what had happened to me fully, and was horrified.

And I learned more about what Stern had gone through.

Stern had been led by the nose by several mares who kept him busy with lies. He had followed his own lead to find Hushed, it all being a waste of time. It seemed the mares just wanted Stern to fuck them and found out about his surch for Hushed, so he kept following false leads given to him by them.

He was also tricked into fighting others on those mare’s behalf. Nothing violent, but all petty revenge and such. The last fight didn’t end well. Something about somepony even bigger than her, and it won a “dominant” position.

We both were idiots that let bad ponies take advantage of us. We should have been smarter than this, but let our egos take over.

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Sighing, Feather put the journal away.

“Are you really recording everything that happened to you in that?” Stern asked, looking confused.

Feather nodded. “As they say, those who don’t learn from history are doomed to repeat it.” Feather looked at her boyfriend and added, “In all of our travels with the Doctor, we have seen verified proof of that a dozen times already.”

Stern took a sip of his wine, then smirked. “So you got to remember being a breeding stock drug milker to not become one again.”

Feather shot him an annoyed glance. “Said the stallion who got made the bitch of an even bigger stallion. How long did you say you got fucked?”

“Alright, I’ll drop it. But I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a cow getup. I’d make you moo for me.” There was a glint in Stern’s eye that told her that he was not just making a jab at her expense.

Though Feather felt resistant to just forgive Stern, the more they mention of sex made Feather want Stern to take her over. She wanted Stern to do to her what all those other stallions had; to make her quiver and moan.

It made Feather both sick and excited. Deep down, she knew that Stern cared for her. Loved her. Unlike with all those strangers who simply pretended to be lovers, Stern was the genuine article.

But to give in now, it would be a mistake.

“Oh look at who we have here!” the voice of Mistress Hydraulic Percussion Beat spoke up in an amused tone. “Well, aren't you two love birds the cutest couple?”

The dominatrix was in a pink and white frilly dress, the most stereotypical princess dress the two had ever seen a grown mare ever wear aside from Princess Celestia.

“What is that?” Feather asked defensively.

Beat did a curtsy.

“Cute, isn't it? I mean, I can’t wear latex all the time. This is also the only time I can actually truly be cute, like no way I will ever wear this as a stallion. Thinking that will give me nightmares.” Beat looked over at Stern and grind before returning her gaze to Feather. “Say, I want to apologize about last time. I may have gotten ahead of myself. Didn’t think you would react that badly, not after you left to be voyeuristic.”

Feather blushed, remembering her outburst. “No… no. I was in the wrong.”

Beat shook her head. “Nonsense. My job was to keep everything under control. I shouldn’t have teased you so hard. Frankly, I mistook you for the cuck type, and that was my mistake. You would not believe how many ponies come here and just watch as their partner fucks other ponies.”

Both Feather and Stern looked revolted by that idea.

A nod came from Beat. “Ya, it was creepy at first, but I just got used to having a ponies partner watch and do nothing as I ride them. Anyways, sorry about that. And as an apology, I want to invite you two to a private room where we can get our freak on.”

She leaned in close to Feather. “Trust me, if you like a good gange bang and have it professionally recorded, you really don’t want to miss out.”

Sighing, Beat took a step back. “That room is always so booked that a pony needs to schedule a month or two in advance. It was pure luck that when a Nguruvilu canceled. I was able to pick it up.”

“Nguruvilu?” Stern said as he cocked an eyebrow.

“Ya, a Nguruvilu. Those perverts have their claws in everything. This one has had the room booked almost every week and looked like a real pure blue deviant. She even looked pregnant, too, which might be why she canceled. Crazy shit. If it wasn't so fun getting fucked by one, I’d stay away as far as possible,” Beat explained.

“We’ll join!” Feather almost shouted.

A wide grin formed on Beat’s face. “Voondiba! Trust me, you two will not regret it. I know I will not. I’ll send you the directions of when and were later.”

The dominatrix then trotted off with a skip in her step.

“Feather?” Stern asked in a wondering tone.

“Trust me, that has to be Hushed. I’m sure the Nguruvilu I saw at the BDSM club was her and she did look a bit pregnant. If she has been visiting this spot nearly every week, it might be the last tampered generator,” Feather explained.

Stern sighed. “Alright, but we'll stay together this time.” She looked at Feather with a dead serious glare. “And I am the only one who gets to fuck you. Alright?!”

Feather blushed. She felt her heart skip a beat.

Soon after their meal was served. The two enjoyed a very well made three-course meal of roasted vegetables over a nice sauce. For Feather, it was starting to feel like things were returning to normal aside from the wrong gender.

Still, the memories of what she had dealt with lingered, keeping things awkward between them. They made small talk, teased and discussed a little on what to do once they get their hooves on Hushed.

Still, it felt awkward.

Dessert was served. By Stern’s request, it was a sort of chocolate cake which was heavy on the chocolate syrup. The smile on Stern's face as he took a small spoonful started to give Feather an idea. Something to break the oddness between them, and maybe get her to stop thinking about what had happened to her.

Stern finished with his second scoop of the chocolate cake. The taste was fantastic, giving him a momentary reprieve from his own guilt. Opening his eyes, he saw that Feather was gone, along with his chocolate syrup.

“Feather… honey?” Stern quietly asked worriedly.

“Shhh.” Feather was under the table, hidden behind the table sheet. “Just sit there and enjoy your cake.”

Stern was confused, but for only a moment. After that, he felt Feather begin to play with his balls. Her warm breath coxed his dick out of its sheath. With a gentle stroking of her hoof, Stern quickly got hard.

“This isn’t the best place to be doing…” Stern pleaded before freezing as something warm and gooey was smeared on his dick. It was an odd, but good sensation.

Making sure Stern's cock was smeared with chocolate, Feather felt oddly proud of herself for the dumb idea.

Giving it a taste, it was… chocolatey.

Stern attempted to maintain a straight face as he sat there in the middle of the restaurant while Feather sucked his dick. Fortunately, nobody was paying them attention, but a slight bump of the table from Feather did catch a few questioning looks for a moment.

“Is everything alright?” a passing waiter asked.

Stern nodded. “All good… uhh, could I get another chocolate cake?”

“Chocolate cake,” the waiter repeats before nodding and trotting away.

Feather found the taste of chocolate and precum to be an oddly bitter combination, but not one she hated. As she stroked, she could feel the telling sign of Stern unable to hold it in. His cock throbbed. With an open mouth, Feather let his hot cum shoot at her. Most of it hit its mark with only a glob hitting her face.

Feeling satisfied, Feather cleaned her face off with her napkin, making sure to get the chocolate stain off her face. She then crawled up on Sterns’s seat. He pulled back the seat a bit to let her through.

With a frown, Stern wiped off a bit of the chocolate she missed from her face. “Are you insane?”

Feather sheepishly grinned. “Maybe a little.”

With her back hoof, Feather gently stroked Stern’s dick, slowly getting it hard again. While it was still malleable, Feather used her magic carefully to move it under her and insert it in her. She could feel it slowly fill her insides as she held herself down, taking it all in as it expanded.

Giving a pleasure-filled sigh, Feather nuzzled Stern. “Yes, this is the best. Now I see why you find this so fun.”

Stern blushed. “You know others can see us.”

“Yes, but that’s part of the fun right?” Feather said seductively, all before realizing what she was doing. Her heart was pounding and, though nopony was actively looking their way, she felt that eyes were on her. She was acting like a sex-craved slut, right in this public place… and she was enjoying it.

“How about you carefully get off my…” Stern was going to suggest they stop right there, but Feather clamped down, tightening herself around his dick. “Or not.”

The waiter returned with a second cake, giving the two a raised eyebrow. “Your chocolate cake.”

“Thanks,” Stern replied, struggling to keep a straight face. While keeping her upper body still, Feather rotated her hips ever so slightly. With it, she could feel Stern’s throbbing cock twitch.

Blowing in Feather’s ear, she quivered. “If you want to play it that way, two can play this game.”

Using his wing, Stern picked up the long thin spoon, scooping out a small piece of cake, and fed it to Feather. The bittersweet taste filled her mouth again, but this time, with her insides filled, the pleasure on both ends made her salivate for more.

After several more bites, Feather felt it. Her nethers quivered as she quietly climaxed. Unlike before, that was all pure and raw pleasure. This was simply… more. It didn’t just satisfy the urges she was having, like a scratch needing to be itched. No, as the wave of pleasure quivered through her body, she felt… satisfied.

She felt content sitting there, finishing the cake and not saying a word. They will figure out how to clean up in a few minutes, but right now she wanted to just stay there.

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Journal Log 36

After we finished with our dessert and made sure to not leave behind a mess, Sten and I went back to our bungalow for more action. Being with Stern… It made me feel safe, and I love it. This is all going to be weird once we leave this world, but I have a feeling that Stern isn’t going to be a bit more open after this is all over… unfortunately that goes for me as well, but if it’s with Stern, I don’t mind it one bit.

Right now Stern is fast asleep, snoring away. Though the memory of all those other stallions are in my mind, as fuzzy as it is, I feel fine. I just have to make sure it doesn't happen again. One way is to stay with Stern and not hide things from him… her. From her.

Oh, I have been on this world for way too long.

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Journal Log 37

Turns out Mistress Beat had Stern's contact information, causing Stern and I to have a minor argument as to why. I managed to swallow down my jealousy, but it didn’t feel all that good to do so. I’ve never known I could be so possessive, though Stern does understand, saying she would be too if I got so much attention like he was getting.

Well, we had plenty of time before meeting up with Beat, so we’re going to get together with Derpy and Vision for some normal fun.

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Reversed Paradise, Ch 10

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Journal Log 38

Our little outing of the day was quite pleasantl. Even the Doctor came down to say hi. From what the Doctor told us, it has been a challenge to keep the Arar from going on a rampage. She both by wrote and debated out a deal, and reassured them that the criminal would come to justice. Unfortunately, time is short, and so is their temper.

Still, the Doctor insisted we have a little fun. As she had repeatedly told us, intergalactic politics and bureaucracy was as slow as they come. As long as the Arar were sure no information has left the planet without their approval, they could sit on this world for years. Though that would still be bad, at least we have time to resolve this.

Personally I want to get this over as soon as possible. Though being the mare in my relationship with Stern has had its high points, I’m already not feeling entirely myself.

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Journal Log 39

Once the day was over and everypony had left, it was just Stern and I. Following Beat’s direction, we came to what looked like a studio.

“Aphrodite Private Videos” was what the place was called, and they have a very professional atmosphere. Very clean, to a point, and plenty of security, though it was clear they didn’t ask too many questions. Here ponies pay to have their own adult videos made as souvenirs. They even have their own staff of actors on hoof.

Beat was there waiting for us. She was in a more toned down but still cute dress, along with her dragon companion Ruby. I personally dressed up in a more formal attire, not seeing a problem in reusing the black dress from before. There, we chatted for a bit. I learned a bit more about intergalactic economics. By learned, I meant that I got more confused than when I researched theoretical magic.

Later, the employees left us a survey, which was a bit embarrassing to go over. This place did nearly everything, though the prices varied on a few subjects; mainly things revolving around forced play or involving certain tools. There was an issue with getting the actors who were either willing to do it or had the skills to do it well. There was also an option to get a professional photographer to join in for a bit extra.

As it turns out, Beat took seductive photos of herself for her own private collection. It was odd, but after masturbating to myself in the mirror a few times, I kind of understood.

In the end, we went with what Beat called a “Bad Mare Punishment.” It involves mares being in bindings as our stallions have their way. It seemed that, because Beat plays the Dom all the time, she does wind down as a sub. Something to do with the idea of a tyrant getting her just desserts.

I… well, I was going to protest, but in the end I felt I wanted to give it a shot. At least here I have some control and Stern was here with us, but I did agree to let a few actors in to have their way. To imagine I’m now willingly going to do this, with Stern… as long as Stern is with me, it will be just fine.

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The rattling of chains announced Beat and Feather’s arrival into the interrogation room. It was more a place of depravity than justice. Guiding them in were the revolutionaries who had ended their reign of terror on the populace, both the hero Ruby and Stern, with several of their soldiers, all strong and well-built stallions.

The two mares were then placed in the stocks, both head and forehooves in between the wooden planks.

Beat snarled. “Do what you want, but once I get free, the throne will be mine again and it will be you who will be trapped down here.”

“Ye… yess, you bar… barbarians will face our wra… wrath,” Feather promised, fumbling her words.

There was a momentary pause before Sterns’s eyes widened. “Oh… you… yes. You will never rise to power again vile villains. We will see to that! You two, who deprived the people of their rights, will now befall the same fate. But I am, at least, kind and noble. Having you, like it or not, gives back to the people.”

Beat gave a cackle. “How? By cleaning the streets and putting on a play? As soon as your eyes are off me, I will slip from your grasp.”

Two of the revolutionary soldiers bound the base of both mare’s tails with a corset ribbon and had their tails tied back to the stock.

Stern looked over at Ruby, who then nodded. “N… No, I don’t think anypony will be taking their eyes off you at all. after all, they will want their turn. Of course, not after I have my turn first.”

A gasp came from Feather, who did her best to hide her excitement. “You wouldn't dare!”

“I would and I will!” Stern assured as he lowered his stern gaze at them. “You're mine until I am tire of you, then you two will be the city's bitches.”

“Your punishment will be tenfold, nay, a hundred fold!” Beat proclaimed dramatically.

Ruby huffed. “Gag them!”

The two revolutionary soldiers trotted to the front of Beat and Feather. Their forehooves were placed on top of the rack and their dicks were already hard. Thrusting forward,,both mares were opened wide, taking in the stallion meat.

“You two are already wet, I see,” Stern observed as he got behind Feather, his breath on her nether regions. “I guess you both are just bitches in heat, wanting a fuck.”

A loud slap came from Ruby as he hit Beat’s backside with a paddle. She gave an audible moan. Another slap was followed by Ruby grabbing a string of anal beads who proceeded to push it slowly into her ass. Beat, every now and then, was allowed to breathe through her mount, panting with pleasure before another dick was shoved into her muzzle.

Stern followed suit, using hot wax instead of a paddle. The pain made Feather quiver, then came the beads.

After a few minutes, both mares felt exhausted. Their legs quivered.

“Now for the real fun,” Ruby said as he slowly removed the beads.Each one gave Beat a slight moan up until the last one. The final larger bead caused her to quiver with an orgasm. With the way no longer blocked, Ruby pressed his two dicks on her. He poured lube on his top dick before pressing it into her ass. The bottom dick entered her pussy instead.

With a thrust, Ruby’s flesh slapped against Beats, all while another Revolutionary shoved his member deep into her throat.

Feather froze as she felt Stern’s large dick pressed on her own pussy. The anal beads were still in her. Before she could tell him to take it out, a dick was shoved in her mouth, keeping her gagged.

Slowly entering her, she could feel Sterns’s cock press up against the anal beads. It both hurt and felt good, a sensation like nothing else. Her body quivered with pleasure and orgasm before Stern was even all the way inside her. After that was a thrust and a slap of her flesh on his.

As the two mares were getting fucked, the revolutionaries, who were face fucking them, pulled back, shooting another load on them before unhooking the stocks from their placement, thus letting the bound mares to be manipulated by their captors.

Beat’s face was shoved to the ground as Ruby pumped her like a beast in heat, cum dripping from her three holes. Her eyes rolled back with pleasure.

Feather was pulled back and used as a cocksleave for Stern. She was unable to resist the pleasure as she moved her hips to take him all.

With a loud screaming moan, Feather was done. Her whole body was unable to move. There, Stern slowly took the anal beads out, each one sent a ripple of pleasure through Feather. As the last bead came out, Feather’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she drooled like an idiot, then went limp.

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Journal Log 40

To say making that piece of pornography was an odd experience would be an understatement. Still, it was fun. Not saying I want Sten to dominate me, but if we were to do it again, I wouldn't mind.

We all took a break after making that video, thus allowing me to place a bug on the generator, with it being the one we were looking for. Now all we need to do is capture Hushed, then this madness will be all over.

On Beat’s request, we also had a photoshoot. Most of it revolved around the video we made. Both Beat and I posed as captured tyrants with our respected partners next to us. Some clean, others… Well, the photos of me getting fucked by Stern will be kept quite private.

With it all done, we parted ways with Beat and Ruby, though they said they would invite us to another section if available. Unfortunately, this place is as she explained, popular, so it may be a long time before we get to go again.

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I don’t know why, but Stern wanted to watch our video as soon as we got back to our room… Well, I have to say that, when they guaranteed a professional video, they weren't kidding. Stern and I watched our porno a few times, retaining our own acting, and paused on parts that made us laugh. It was odd, but a fun and warm kind of odd.

Now Stern has fallen asleep. I’ll be snuggling up to him where I feel safe.

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Reversed Paradise, Ch 11

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Journal Log 41

With the last of the generators bugged, Stern and I set out to locate Hushed. Fortunately we had enough clues about this Nguruvilu to actually start asking the right question around the right places.

Unfortunately that meant going to some very shady places and talking to several creatures with odd interests. It all made me appreciate how the BDSM club kept their more extreme activities quiet private.

With that all said and done, we narrowed down where Hushed was likely going to be next. It seemed that Hushed was doing side work at some sort of hostess club, of which the patrons were allowed to “abuse” the staff. It is some sort of humiliation play where creatures pay lots of money to be guests too, acting as an abusive upper class. The staff were quick to point out that everything was regulated and rules were made clear, so any real abuse was rare and not tolerated.

As far as we can tell, Hushed was quite popular for a while, but lately has become… too eager for abuse. Or that's what I managed to pick up. The creatures that frequented this club liked to see the hostess become uncomfortable. It’s all an act. The staff ushered us.

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Journal Log 42

Scoping out the club, it did have the look of a high class place. It was also on the more private side than most. Through our connections with Horizons, we were able to get a tour in their off hours, but any real information about the hostess staff was kept private for their own protection.

Still, we managed to at least get a full picture of what to expect here. Each guest, or group of guests, get a booth, of which food and drinks would be served. Entertainment would be performed on stage. It was something related to more classical ancient music or performances, but the performers would be in some sort of compromising position. As for the hosts and hostesses, they would be on a menu for us to choose and do as we please as long as it does not disturb the other guests.

Our guide was a bit reluctant to explain everything, but it was clear some sex was alowed, not that we planned on going that far with Hushed. That is if she was here in the first place.

We booked our night. It involved pre-ordering food and drinks, along with possible activities we would want to do with our host or hostess. Knowing the kind of activities Hushed enjoyed, we added them to our booking. Hopefully Hushed would be there.

The two of us got out our best clothes. Fortunately, they had been cleaned since the last time we used them. My mind was still having trouble keeping my thoughts clear as I remember the last time I had this on. Back then I required Stern to "help" me clear my head. Getting things back to normal was never going to be too soon.

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As Stern and Feather sat down, they looked around to take in this place. It was as big as a ballroom but managed to avoid looking crowded. Each booth had some sort of filter that obstructed anyone's ability to see in from the outside, but it still told them that there were other creatures inside.

The stage itself was a wonder. Somehow it projected in a way that anyone could see it from their booth of which a Columbi was performing a native dance while painted in tribe patterns. Despite all that in which Feather had been through, it was surprising how alluring the Columbi still was to her. They just had a natural and comforting beauty that made Feather just want to get closer than she should.

"Feather, if you keep staring at him like that, I might start to think your turning gay," Stern warned with a playful chuckle.

Feather ripped her attention away and sighed. "Sorry. It’s just that… I think we've been here too long."

Stern nodded. "Hard to argue with that. Been dealing with awkward erections more frequently lately. I hope that's normal, right?"

"Unfortunately it is, and takes years to get it mostly under control," she explained.

Their attention was drawn to a tablet on our table. It had a list of hosts and hostesses to pick from along with some information.

Feather still struggled to wrap her head around all this technology, even after adventuring with the Doctor for so long. If it was done through magic, she could truly understand, but the idea that this was all done through simple code and electricity was still like a fantasy to a unicorn like her.

"Here she is!" Stern pointed out.

The tablet showed a video of a Nguruvilu female that was looking back at us in an alluring gaze. She bither lower lip as though trying to eat herself. Where the Columbi was alluring, she was not, despite how beautiful she was. Everything in the video itself was fine. Nothing was physically wrong about her, but that hungry look she had just annoyed Feather. Also she was clearly pregnant, if only by a few months.

Feather had a good feeling who the father was, which unfortunately reminded her of getting double dicked by Piper. The memory, though she was not proud of it, did excite her a little.

"Why is Hushed pregnant… No, never mind. I don't want to know," Stern decided as he pressed the button to order for Hushed.

They had to wait as the hostesses were auctioned off with the highest bidders getting their chosen creatures. Fortunately only a few were interested in Hushed so they didn't have to bet all that much until the others lost interest. They weren't paying with their own money anyways but Feather and Stern had agreed to not abuse their host's wallet.

By examining Hushed's information, it quickly became clear that much of it was fake. It said she was a permanent resident, of which they knew that no Nguruvilu actually lived on this planet. Not permanently, that is. Her interests were also a list of bad memories for Feather, yet not surprising to her in the least. With a small section of the list was of food and games. The rest was just one fetish after another.

Hushed was a massive masochist and likely a sex addict, Feather thought to herself.

“Sex addiction” was a new term she had learnd recently. It sounded ridiculous and terrifying. Learning about it was half out of curiosity and half suggested to her in case she showed signs of it. After all the shady places Stern and Feather had been too, they could see how it could be a problem here.

"Oh, let's try that later," Stern requested as he pointed at what was listed as, “rope bandage”.

"For you or I?" Feather checked.

"Yes," Stern answered simply with a cheeky smile.

This made Feather a bit concerned for Stern's mental well-being, but more concerned for herself for considering it. It was bad enough for Feather that she was mentally referring to herself as a “she”.

Oh, what would her father say?

Or mother, come to think of it.

Time quickly passed for them, though it was only a few minutes at most. Hushed had trotted out with pre-ordered appetizers and drinks. It was cleary the NguruviluI that Feather had seen in the sex dungeon, but without all the latex. She had to admit that the Nguruvilu were a beautiful species, but far more predatory in looks than Columbi. Still, the desperate lustful look Hushed had was a turn off for her. Piper had been lustful too, but not as desperate as this.

"Let me help you, master!" Hushed said in a low husky and feminine voice as she sat next to Stern. Using her paw, she lifted Stern's drink and fed it to him. "I'm here for your pleasure."

Feather watched Hushe's two tails wave about slowly and her eyes glancing at Feather with an annoyed look. Stern began to look uncomfortable as the NguruviluI hung onto him, placing herself between Stern and Feather.

What started out as confusion then grew into annoyance as Feather watched Hushed pamper Stern. The two had agreed to just go with whatever happens since they could not risk the NguruviluI going into hiding. All they needed to do was to get Hushed to follow them home. No violence and no involvement of any other creatures.

But, as Feather watched, her jealousy grew. It made all this harder for the unicorn.

Stern noticed this and tried to give Feather a reassuring look but then one of Hushed's tail’s knocked over a drink.

"Oh how terrible of me! I'll clean that up right away!" Hushed said in amusement. The NguruviluI then began cleaning the mild mess with her ass in Stern's face and looking at Feather with a cocky smile.

Things slowly clicked for Feather as she remembered the activities they requested. They did it too quickly. It was more focused on making sure Hushed would want to service them then what they put down. Looking at the tablet again, this time for their own booth, the list popped up with a few ones highlighted. Among them, and at the top was "cuckholdry" and quickly reading it's description, Feathers head spun.

'Why in Celestia name would a pony want another pony to fuck their partner and watch?!' Feather thought to herself.

Keeping herself calm, she slid the tablet to Stern who then looked even more shocked.

But at least now they knew what to do even though it left a vile taste in their mouths. But Feather didn't feel like complaining. No. In truth, she felt like this was, at least, a minor sacrifice after what she had done. So she nodded at Stern who sighed and shrugged.

When Hushed finished cleaning, she pulled back onto Stern's lap. The NguruviluI smiled, wiggled her butt a little and said "Oh master, don't be so aggressive. The mistress is watching. Let me get you another drink." After she said that, she licked her lips.

Slipping off Stern's lap, she was almost like a snake in her movement as she then trotted off.

After Hushed left, Stern bent forward as she asked, "Are you fucking sure about this? That bitch looked like she was going to eat me in more ways than one!"

"I know, I know. But what else can we do?" Feather told him as she squirmed a little. "Ju… just play along. Okay? I'll be fine."

Cocking an eyebrow, Sturn felt suspicious. "Are you… turned on by this?"

Feather's face flushed. "No… no fucking way. Thinking about you doing… that… to her? No way!"

A frown formed on Stern's face. "When this is over, we seriously need your head examined."

Sighing with resignation, Feather nodded. "I agree."

When Hushed returned, she was careful to put the drink down this time before she up and vanished. Confused, Feather's eyes drifted to Stern who looked back at her with a shocked and flushed face. Feather was about to say something but decided to investigate first.

Looking under the booth, she saw Hushed underneath, the NguruviluI was coaxing out Stern's cock by playing with his balls. Her snake-like tongue wrapping around it and squeezed. From it’s sheath, Stern's slightly oversized member emerged. Feather could tell that Hushed was impressed by how her tail began to move and by the way her butt stuck out.

Feather had read how the NguruviluI females were much like the males with two sets of sexule organs. Waving at Feather was an anus that was over two more well used holes. Passed them were two sets of swelling tits. If she didn't know about how the NguruviluI's body stretches out, Feather would have found this impossible for any creature to be capable of.

Strangely, Feather had become fixated on her as Hushed began to service Stern's dick with great delight. She easily took it all into her mouth. her tongue wrapped around the shaft. Her throat bulged.

Hearing a grunt from Stern and a slurping sound from Hushed, Feather watched as Hushed glanced at her. A bit of cum dripped from her lips.

Raising her head, Feather saw Stern struggling to keep a straight face. Hushed soon lowered again, slithering back to Stern's lap.

"Oh master! You still seem stressed. Let me help you," Hushed bade as her body wiggled like a snake as Stern looked at Feather for help.

The more Feather watched, the more she was sure the NguruviluI were just snakes with the skin of foxes. Also, the more she watched, the mord jealous she felt mixed with arousal, thus making Feather very confused.

"Oh master, I never seen one as mighty as you!" Hushed praised with a hiss of pleasure.

Easily taking Stern's dick, Feather could hear the bitch slapping her ass against his lap. Trying her best to not look bothered by it, Feather sipped on her drink, but she couldn't help but masterbate as she watched.

It made Feather frustrated and mad as she watched, but she also felt annoyingly aroused. This continued for the rest of the dinner.Hushed seduced Stern and Stern gave the vixxin what she wanted as Feather watched. She mainy gave Stern compliments while subtly insulting his partner, but it mixed with the lust and smell of sex. It left Feather too aroused to do or say anything.

For better or worse, it was working. Feather was sure about it, even if she was a bit drunk. That was when the topic of taking her home came from Hushed. Something about dirtying up their bed. Stern was clearly against it. Feather could see that it was just too far for him. But Hushed was not looking for his approval but rather Feather's.

The last piece clicked, and Feather now understood that she had been in control the whole time. Her silence had been approved, and now all she had to do was say a few words.

Finishing off her drink, Feather then slammed the glass down gently and sighed with annoyance. "Honey, this servant has been nothing more than incompetent and she wants to go home with us. How preposterous! If anything, if we were to have her come with us. It should be for her punishment. She's such a bitch in heat that she might as well be treated as such, though a leash would be too good for her."

Feather eyed Hushed with a look of genuine disgust. "Take this bitch if you like, but don't expect me to be… gentle."

The look in the NguruviluI's was all Feather needed to know. Hush had taken the bait. She was lusting for punishment. The worse, the better. Feather amed to deliver, too, but not in the way she expected.

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Journal Log 43

With the dinner over and every creature leaving, it had become clear to me that what Hushed was doing was the norm. Something to do with the workers hooking up with wealthier creatures. It at least worked in our favor.Hushed gladly went with us, though it was a bit embarrassing with the hooked like outfit she had on. It reminded me of when I went off alone dressed in the same kind of outfit.

So, with Hush in our bungalow, she spent little time begging for punishment. This made things super easy as Stern and I had her bound and gagged, making it extra tight so that the snake fox couldn't squirm out. After that we made our call. It was hilarious to see the panic on Hushed's face when Horizon security came to pick up an "unwanted guest." The security team was quick to place Hushed into a bag. It fortunately soundproof as Hushed was not true to her name, being quite loud despite the gag in her maw.

With silence and privacy returned, Stern decided to take a long shower. Not that I blame him. I, myself, have scheduled for a psychiatrist, and one of their best at that. At least this fiasco of a vacation is over. We can finally and truly relax.

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Journal Log 44

We got our report early in the morning that the situation was finally being resolved and the Arar were relaxing their blockade. A galactic conflict had been prevented and all that was left was the paperwork. Strangely, the Doctor decided to stay up there to see things through. Something about keeping the youngsters from pulling any pranks and pulling one himself.

Stern had recovered from the night before. We celebrated with some champagne and quite a few bottles of it. It had been a trip, and though some of it was not great, both Stern and I felt like we had learned something about each other. Like we were way too attractive as the opposite gender and all the attention was annoying to say the least. Also that we should trust each other more.

With nothing else to do, we’re going to visit Vision where Derpy will be waiting for us.

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Journal Log 45

Horizons had made sure we had a peaceful time with food, entertainment, and no weird stuff to be found. It was also good to see Vision having fun since I knew that he knew that I was not all there, but didn't ask.

I even had Horizons give me a quick look over when the others were off playing some games. They were sure I was fine. There was possibly some minor psychological issues bubbling to the surface. A bit of rapid desensitization to sexule stimuation. All common side effects of prolonged gender change. Though they were a bit concerned about my overexposure to the planet's natural radiation.

They scheduled for another psychological evaluation for Stern and I along with a medical scan just in case. After that, I finally let myself enjoy the surroundings, and play some games.

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Journal Log 46

So, that prank the Doctor pulled, it was a doozy.

Turns out that the Arar are like bees with the vast majority being male drones and very few females who are jealousy guarded. So, when the Arar had to sign the non aggression pact, they had to come down to the planet. This included the male leaders who would have never left their ships otherwise.

To say the Arar were shocked when they turned into brightly colored females would be an understatement. Turns out that no Arar can tell an Arar female what to do, not even another female. So, with a few thousand female Arar's on the planet, order between them quickly broke down.

Horizons and the Doctor were quick to get a hold on things. They corralled the now gitty Arar's into places where they can have safe fun along with getting all the paperwork signed. Turns out that an Arar female without a male to command is not too different from a bratty teenager. The Doctor seemed to have plenty of experience dealing with teenagers.

So, with that madness over, the Doctor finally was able to join us. As it turns out, he wanted his full vacation. So now we're going to be staying for a few more days. Fortunately Stern had agreed with me that simply relaxing is a fantastic idea, though I don't mind having some extra fun with Stern after dark.

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Reversed Paradise, Ch 12

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Journal Log 47

After thinking about it, and after some coaxing from the Doctor, I've decided to live like a mare for the last few days. Nothing over the top. Just doing girl stuff with the Doctor and with the friends I made along the way.

Treron was a big help since she was an actual female. She took us to her favorite hangouts. Having a hooficure at a spa was odd. It was also odd that both the Doctor and Miss Hydraulic took to it like it was natural. Then again, it must have been just me not fully relaxing. I understood Hydraulic with how she was already wearing the most girly clothing she can put on and having done this before. But the Doctor was… Well, the Doctor, never have I once seen him be feminine in any way.

Then again, the Doctor was not an actual pony, so what did I know?

Getting to talking while at the spa, Treron mentioned her own children which got the Doctor to reminisce . I was surprised to find out that he, well she right now, was a parent. The Doctor said it was when he was the prime minister of his home, he had decided to stop traveling the universe for a time and settle down. There was a hint of longing and sadness as she talked about it. It was something none of us wanted to press her on… For somepony that is hundreds of years old, I could imagine that only Celestia could truly understand her.

Fortunately Hydraulic was able to change the topic, but unfortunately it was to something more private. It was one thing that Treron was here, but now that the Doctor was with us, I’d rather not have her know what I’ve been up to. Then it got worse when the Doctor shared some of her memories about his lovers. I was floored. The names were off, but there were clearly both male and female names. Some that sounded like they were neither.

I guess, when you're hundreds of years old, you end up in all sorts of relationships.

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Journal Log 48

It really felt like the Doctor was making up for lost time since she was dragging everypony everywhere for the last few days. Still, now that I was not so hung up on all the mare stuff, I did enjoy myself more than I had the first few days. Dressing up and going out dancing was not my thing, but I still had fun. It was also funny to see Derpy blush when the Doctor came out in quite a lovely dress for a ballroom dance.

Stern and I also enjoyed a nice slow dance, much like back home, with it being so much easier when I didn’t have to lead. Still, it was odd being the mare in all this after having grown up to be a gentil colt and all, but it was nice to be on the other side for once.

We only have one day left, and to say I’ll miss this place… Truthfully, I doubt I’ll ever tell anypony about this, ever. Records aside, this adventure has been way too exciting in ways way too embarrassing to ever want to share. Not only was it something a proper gentle colt like me should never do, but it was something no pony should ever do.

That said, I do plan on one last… event, before we leave. Hydraulic has already booked us some time at the club, so while the Doctor and others are out sightseeing, Stern and I will have some fun.

I don’t know why, but I feel that the Doctor already knows since she had booked a sightseeing tour without us.

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The music pounded as Feather waited just off the stage, feeling like a bit of an idiot. The bit of alcohol she had helped calm her nerves a little, but clearly not enough.

She had figured that she might as well do something crazy since there was no way in Tartarus she was ever coming back to this planet again. She also had a scratch she wanted to itch. To get it over and done with before her sanity returns.

So now Feather was back at the BDSM club and was about to do a live performance in front of a crowd of perverts. Why? Because Feather had come to understand that she needed some control. To take charge of her urges and kinks. Or this is what her psychologist had explained. They had explained that if Feather managed to make a situation where she was both in control and not in control, she may help regress her own mind.

The only problem was that Feather had developed a kink for not being in control, which left her frustrated. The bigger problem was this kink was also sexual in nature. It stemmed from her misadventures on this planet.

Fortunately Miss Hydraulic had a solution of which Feather was slow to agree with. It being her going full sub and in front of a crowd.

Exposure therapy was considered the best in small amounts, but Feather didn't have that time to fix her head over a year so she agreed to the idea.

Now Feather was dressed in latex; legs and waist. An animal collar was around her neck and my tail wrapped at the base. To add to this mess, she had gotten several "temporary" piercings, feeling that she might as well go all the way. At that point she had rings not just on her ears, but one in the middle of her nose, on the nipples of a now mostly deflated breasts, and one for her genitals. It was stupid and a bit painful, but it did add more excitement to the idea of showing it off.

She was now a full deviant, if only for tonight. But it was also on her terms and in a safe place. It would start when she wanted it to start, and end when she wanted it to end. Yes, she was debasing herself in front of others, being given orders that would humiliate her and treated like an object, but only because she approved.

Feather was not alone as four other creatures were here to do their own show. Some were like Feather, doing this to sort out their heads before leaving. Others were simply just having one last blast. And one was an employee who did the more extreme stuff for the show.

The lights dimmed and a spotlight beamed onto the stage which signaled that it was time. Stern trotted over dressed in what looked like a fashionable yet intimidating latex uniform. He was, of course, Feather's partner in this show, and Feather trusted no other pony as much as Stern.

He looked just as nervous as Feather felt so she gave him a kiss on the cheek to calm his nerves.

With a click, a thin latex leash was attached to the collar around Feather's neck which was held on by Stern.

"I think we've gone a bit too far here." Stern said with an awkward smile.

Feather rolled her eyes. "I'll tell you if we're going too far."

He gave Feather that knowing look. The kind you give to a pony that's known for causing trouble but says they will not be trouble. She could understand, but before, she had been confused and stupid. Now she knew what she was doing, though still felt just as dumb.

"I know, I know. But we're doing this together, and I trust you." Feather further reassured Stern.

That sealed the deal. Andnd, led by the collar, Feather trotted out on stage.

Watching Feather were many creatures lounging around in different kinds of fetish wear. Most were in the far back where they either enjoyed some other entertainment or watched hungrily. Others that were closer had similar outfits as Stern. Both males and females \served by one or more creatures dressed similarly as Feather. It was safety standards as no pony wanted any creature to be unintentionally hurt because of a rogue button or zipper.

Feather tried to ignore that several of them were alredy in the act of having sex with some others having just finished and were relaxing. The smell of it was thick in the air, thus making Feather's nose scrunch a little.

Eyes were now on her which was filled with hunger and lust. The feeling of it was uncomfortable which made her almost change her mind and run. But seeing Stern leading the way calmed her down. Even if a creature would dare jump on stage, Stern was in his right to knock them off.

Lights flickered and booming music started which announced the start of their show. Pulling on her leash, Feather was made to heel like a dog, acting like Stern's well trained pet. Small acts of humiliation all while her privates were exposed to the crowd caused cheers and whistles.

They expressly enjoyed Feather rolling over which slowed down enough to give them all a good view of her pierced and now wet pussy. It was humiliating, but she was enjoying it.

The next stage of the show then started as a red rope, blinders, and a ring gag was brought out. This got the audience even more excited along with Feather herself.

Already skilled with tying knots, Stern gently began tying Feather up the rope in a criss-crossing diamond pattern. The blinders made it so she could see only what was in front of her and the ring gag was more a harness. Two bars had also been brought out with the rope weaving through them. This forced Feather’s legs apart as more pressure was applied to her body. With each loop, each knot, and each crossing of rope, it became tighter, digging into her fur and skin.

Feather's movement had been restricted completely. The rope dug into her all over. With a tug, everything hurts with a dull pain, but not a bad pain. She couldn't help but feel like some tied up beast or some secured package now. How she still stood up made her feel like a doll.

The topping on this degenerate was how Stern managed to tie her breasts. They had still been slightly protruding, but not enough to be noticeable. Now they were clearly visible since they were forced out by the rope bondage. If she was still lactating, Feather knew she would be squirting milk from this.

Feather's vaginal fluid started to creep down her leg. Her body grew even more hungry to be fucked. But it was not time for the climax yet since Feather was to be humiliated even further.

With a click, Stern attached wheels to the mettle bars that kept Feather from moving. She was paraded around the stage like some toy pony, thus giving several creatures a closer look. She could not just feel their eyes on her, but their breath.

The music shifted. It was time for the next stage. The audience cheered as the ropes became tighter. This time Feather’s front and back legs were forced together and she fell face down and ass up. This was followed by a loud crack as Feather's ass was whipped, causing her to let out a moan.

She knew this was next, and Stern was clearly holding back. The whipping was hurting but doing any real damage. Still, Feather was not enjoying it as much as she had hoped. It made her moan but also made her wonder if it hurt Stern as well to do it.

After the third whip, Feather began wiggling her ass as she contored herself to look at Stern, fluttering her eyes. Getting the message, Stern tossed the whip aside and smiled. It was time for the climax.

Trotting up to Feather, Stern teased the smaller mare as his dick rubbed up on her pussy. Caressing her privates with his dick caused Feather to shiver with pleasure and a drool formed in her mouth which pooled on the floor near her head.

After another moment of teasing, Feather felt her hips being pushed apart as Stern's thick cock entered her body. It found it tight but a welcoming fit. He went shallow at first, but went deeper with each thrust.

All the pain Feather had from trying to take Stern was gone. It was replaced by pure pleasure. The feeling of it all made her head go fuzzy and her face feel hot. It was like she was on the drug again, but cleaner and far more pleasurable.

Feather felt her body convulse as she orgasimed. During this time she had lost control of herself. Pain, humiliation, and pleasure had all mixed together in a euphoric moment. Then another orgasim came as Feather fainted. Her vision faded.

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Waking up on Stern's lap, Feather found that she was still in the BDSM club and in a VIP booth. On stage was the employee doing some sort of midair dance while holding onto ribbons.

"Look who's awake. Had so much fun, ya passed out," Miss Hydraulic Press announced with an amused chuckle.

Feather slowly regained her bearings. Her hips felt like she had run a marathon and the ropes, that were still wrapped around her, didn't help. Fortunately it didn't restrict Feather’s movement by much. It just dug into her, so she was not bothered. What did make her a little concerned was how her breast stuck out, and felt… bloated.

Touching them, they were considerably sensitive. It sent a shiver up her spine. "Is.. this normal?" she asked in concern.

Miss Hydraulic shrugged. "Sometimes. you have been here for a while so some side effects can happen. Don't tell no pony, but I actually cycled some time back. Not fun, to say the least, but my fault for keeping up with health checks."

She then scooted up to Feather, giving her breasts a slight slap. Again pleasure quivered up her spine. Annoyed, Feather playfully slapped Hydraulic back which only got the mare to get closer.

A groan came from Stern as Feather felt something hard rising from under her. "If you two girls are going to mess around, maybe don't while you're on my lap," Stern requested.

Feather chucked as she began to stroke Stern's dick, not caring about the others watching them. "And what if I want to stay on your lap?"

Hydraulic then joined in. "Come on. You're big enough to share."

Stern sighed and smiled "Thanks goodness we're leaving soon. Fun as this all is, we're getting too used to this crazy shit.”

Music pounded which almost drowned out the sound of slapping flesh and lust filled moans. Feather and Stern let their inhibitions go to the delight of those around them.

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Journal Log 49

So the day had come when we could all say goodby to this weird yet lovely paradise world. With everything packed up and, other than feeling a little sick, I was feeling quite good.

The psychiatrist was quite good at helping me straighten out my thoughts, though it also helped that they were psychic too. Actually being able to literally walk through my memories helped a lot in understanding myself. I still was not expecting to see myself getting fucked as though I was an outsider. I mean, little me and all those big… creatures.

But that’s not why I’m writing this. Actually, I had already packed this away in the hopes to finally seal it away and to never be seen again. Just reading through it has been embracing on it’s own. Sooo….

I’m pregnant.

Yes, they did a non-invasive physical scan of us before it was time to go. After the scan a bunch of red lights went off. I had to be rushed for a still non-invasive but deeper scan. They thought that somehow I had gotten a parasite so they needed to make sure it wasn't dangerous or infectious. Having creatures from all over the galaxy come here to vacation also meant they needed to make sure nasty stuff didn’t come in or get out.

Like I wrote in just above, turns out I was pregnant which was a different problem entirely. Mainly that leaving the planet at this time could do two things. One was the possibility of this killing me as I turn back into a stallion while the fetus turns into a cancerous tumor, or two; make my change permanent as my body protects the life inside me. There were other things listed as problems, and frankly, I had a hard time following after they said I was pregnant. My parents certainly didn’t prepare me for this possibility while I was growing up!

I did catch their explanation of how this happened. Turns out the drugs that I had been given that caused a false pregnancy. it also wrecks the contraception injections that were all given. It’s rare, and for most creatures this doesn't happen at all, but because I was so small and had so much of that stuff in me, it happened. This is why I don’t like being popular as either a pony or as a sex toy.

Personally, at first, I just wanted this to be over and done with as this was not planned and I wanted off this planet. But they had laws about terminating a pregnancy. it required both parties involved so long as they are legally bound to me. I jokingly said that unless. That it was Sterns and nopony had a say in what I do with my body.

Turns out it was Stern’s… which caused Stern to faint.

So now I sit here, annoyed and a bit scared, waiting for Stern to wake up so we can have a talk.

Strangely, a part of me wants to keep it.

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Journal Log 50

It’s been over a month now. Stern and I have gotten used to life here. Looking back on things, it all feels like a dream.

Both Stern and I, at first, wanted to terminate the pregnancy in order to return to how things were, but the more we thought about it, the harder it got. It didn’t help that where we were from, such things were frowned on, so there was the guilt and shame of it. But I think we both also didn’t like the idea of ending a life before it could start, all because we wanted to have fun traveling through time and space.

The Doctor also didn’t help, reminding us that he did have a time machine, which meant that we would not miss much. He can just jump forward a year and pick us up.

As for the others, they, too, were conflicted. It’s understandable that they didn't want to have an opinion about it. All accept Treron who was already rubbing my belly and talking about baby toys. Thinking back on it, I can laugh about it, but I was really scared back then.

Fortunately for us, once we decided to keep the baby, Horizons had already set us up with a place to live and something for us to do. We also got some extra special medical treatment ment for the very wealthy, so now we are likely to live longer than most of the ponies back home. Well, longer to us, that is. The Doctor does have a time machine.

Anyways, I’m really starting to feel the effects of the pregnancy now. Nothing is showing but I have been feeling more sick and have had some mood swings. Stern has also been emotionally all over the place but his security job has helped keep him centered. The others also visit now and then, so things have been good.

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Journal Log 51

Being pregnant is not fun!

But that is not why I’m writing this. I have a different book on how my pregnancy is going and it does not have any vulgarity in it. No sex, drugs, or being tied to a breeding poste to be railroaded by countless creatures. This is actually about what I found out about Hushed.

As it turns out, Hushed is still on the planet, being held until after she gives birth too since the child is innocent to Horizons. As for what will happen to the child, It will go to it’s father, of whom my guess was right. It is Piper. There was even a video of them bringing Piper in. He was guilty for harboring an illegal immigrant and drugging me. But, unlike Hushed, Piper can be kept on this planet.

For now, Piper will have to work off a debt to Horizon for the trouble he caused. Lots of community service disguised as some costumed mascot, all while having to raise the child. Horizons were positive this was the best solution since Piper is not violent and has nowhere they could hide from them now, and that the children should at least know one of their parents.

When I asked why they said children, it turns out the Nguruvilu have litters, and the parents barely take care of them anyways. So these Nguruvilu children are likely going to have a more stable upbringing then they normally do. I know Horizons will make sure of that.

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Journal Log 52

A few more months in, and it shows. My stomach has grown. I don’t know if it’s the baby or all the weird food I’ve been eating, but my body has begun producing milk again. A lot of milk at that. So much that Stern has jokingly started calling me his little milk cow.

It’s frustrating.

Worried, I wanted to get my body checked out. Being small was already going to be a problem, but having such swollen breasts was making me worried. Turns out that, because of all the natural radiation I soaked up, it has caused my mareness to overdo it. When I asked what they meant, they just told me that I’m lucky that I’m not having twins which sent a shiver down my spine.

Now I have to milk myself regularly or it starts to hurt. I’m worried that they’ll get even bigger. All of this caused Stern to tease me more. The silver lining in all this is that now I have a job as a milkmaid which is giving me practice for when my own child is born. It's a bit odd having to nurse Columbi’s young, but they're so cute that I don’t mind that much. Also it has helped me integrate with the local Columbi families. Helping to raise their young is also one way they bond with each other. I’ve even gotten used to how touchy-feely they are.

Actually, I think both Stern and I have gotten too used to being around them. I’m a bit ashamed to admit that we have indulged in the Treron other customs too. Still, it’s good to let off some steam since Stern is worried about hurting our child to be rough with me, so I don’t mind being part of Treron’s family for now. Though I’m a bit worried that Treron wants to marry both of us since she has been a bit clingy lately.

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Feather sighed as the black and white spotted stocking stretched over her legs. It had become clear she had gained some weight in the last few months. She did not want to think about her now extended belly.

"I should cut down on the cakes," Feather lemented.

"Nonsense!" Treron commented as she reached put and rubbed Feather's pregnant belly. "Mother's to be must eat. It's only natural."

The Columbi had dressed up in an outfit that resembled one of the native animals of this planet. It mainly consisted of rainbow stripes.

"An expecting mother should stay at home, not join a parade!" Feather complained. She was not so far along that she couldn't move around. That and a little bit of magic made her as light as a feather, so she was just making up excuses. The problem was that it was a fertility festival. In it, pregnant mares would give young adult virgins a blessing of fertility and grandmothers would give pregnant mares a blessing for a safe birth. It all sounded fine on paper except for the dressing up which had to do with an animal we closely represented.

Unfortunately for Feather, the word "cow" had been going around about her. She had not gotten fat, fortunately for her, but her breasts had gotten so large for a pony her size that it almost got in the way of basic trotting. It was to the point that she wore coverings for them as they were poking out of her fur and jiggled. It also didn’t help that Feather and Stern had gotten into roalplayng of Feather being a cow herself, so the outfit she had was the same one they fuck in.

Treron backed up and gave Feather a head nod. "You're looking ravishing, Miss Feather. If we had time, I'd take you right now."

A groan came from Feather. Not from the overly sexual comment but because it was something she would rather be doing right now instead of this. With most of the others out doing their own thing, Stern and Feather had let themselves go a bit native. They shared a bed with Treron and her husbands and wives. It had gotten to the point that sex had just become somthing they did, though the two ponies alway made sure they were together.

As for Treron, she was joining Feather, having gotten pregnant a few months back. The Columbi had cycles in when they could get pregnant. Because of it decide they ahead of time whom it was who would sire the children. This festival was to celebrate that, so at least she would have company.

Getting up, the bell around Feather’s neck jingled. Her breasts, at least at her crotch area, also jiggled. The cow print covering kept them in place, but it also drew more attention to her flank. "But why do I have to go? I'm a pony, not a Columbi." Feather complained.

Treron smiled. "Actually there's a few who want to be mothers that want to be as blessed by you." She made a motion that Feather recognized as milking. Unlike pony hooves, the soft talons of the Columbi were dextrus and were quite good at relieving the pressure in Feather's breasts.

It was embarrassing to be reminded like that, so Feather frowned. "Can't you, you know, do that with tech?"

Treron chuckled. "Oh no. We treasure natural beauty. Artificially altering ourselves like that would be like lying to all. Even ourselves. And I think we're not psychologically able to adapt to that. I haven't seen it myself, but I heard that altering our body causes depression and other unhealthy states. I mean, any kind of clothing has never felt right, and it took a year to get used to it."

Feather had some understanding of what Treron was talking about. Ponies normally didn't wear clothes either. Underwear, though, that had been another level of weird for her. That was until Feather needed a nonverbal method of saying "not right now," as the Columbi were really too affectionate and she was not always in the mood for a cuddle.

It was time to go. Begrudgingly, Feather followed Treron out. Fortunately for her, there was not too much trotting. Instead, she was hoisted onto what looked like a war chariot that the pegasus back home would parade around. Stern was the one pulling the chariot Feather was in. It was a right given to whom was known or considered to be the father.

The war chariot would have felt out of place for the Columbi and a fertility festival. That is if Feather had not asked about its history. The festival was honoring the goddess in which this world was named after. She was born from the union of two war gods and was a war god herself. But, when it was time for this goddess to gather her own army and head to war, instead of challenging and fighting the greatest warriors of her parent's worshipers, they all just surrendered to her on sight. When she marched her new army to war, her enemies also surrendered on sight. This happened every battle until she had marched the biggest army around the world and found herself back home. Her beauty had conquered the world, uniting the Columbi without one drop of blood spilled. Since then, they never had a war among each other.

It was a literal “love conquers all” story, and Feather didn't hate it. It also clear to her why the Doctor really likes the Columbi. They were literally lovers, not fighters.

As the festival continued with dancing and song, so came the blessing ceremony, which, for Feather, involved kissing foreheads and giving hugs to the mares planning to be mothers. Something about sharing love to those who want it. Unfortunately for Feather, the line for her was extra long. She found out that, yes, you can get tired from giving hugs and kisses. Her own mother, Silver Shine, would have been shocked to learn that.

When it came for Feather to receive a blessing, it was Treron’s own mother that came. Unlike with Feather, it was not a simple hug and kiss but tribal makeup all over her and soothing incense. It was some old ritual that warded off evil spirits, promoted good health, and of course wished for a safe childbirth.

At first Feather just thought it was all an old tradition, but as the day went on, she could feel the magic in the air become more... magical. Even the blessing she got had some magic behind it. She meditated on it. The more she did, the more it felt like she was receiving a loving embrace from it.

Unfortunately this embrace of magic was a bit too loving. Feather had become uncomfortably hot and bothered by it.

Looking to Treron for an explanation, she saw that her friend's face was flushed and she was breathing heavily too. "Is this normal?" Feather asked.

The Columbi gave Feather a smile before saying. "Oh yes. The goddess shares her power with us, and with it, her desires. Now we must pass on this blessing to our chosen partner to complete the festival."

Feather cocked an eyebrow, trying to ignore her own warm and wet pussy. "Meaning we fuck the father of our child?"

Treron's face had twisted into a lust filled grin. It was all Feather needed to know before signing in resignation. At least she had the right outfit on for this, though she had not expected a trible origy.

Stern trotted out. He had gone through his own ritual. He looked and felt intoxicated. His member was fully erect and throbbing as he trotted up to Feather. She spent little time tending to him. Her tongue like an expert as it hit the right spots.

Around them, the locals had already gotten busy. They let out soft happy moans of pleasure as flesh slapped. Some had gathered into groups and others had found their own private corner as they embraced their lover.

Treron herself had formed her own small group. She looked at Feather with inviting eyes as well. She couldn't deny it. The love that filled her to the brim, along with it's magic, she felt like she had to share it. So, she gave Stern's cock a vigorous stroking, she caused it to throb and let out its prize of cum of which Feather made sure to take in her mouth and swallow.

Leading Stern over to Treron’s group, they were embraced by loving arms and overwhelmed by its magic.

The mares were taking turns as the stallions filled them with their love. Feather watched as one Columbi was filled by Stern. His cock made an imprint on her belly as she serviced three other males.

All of this was hypnotic to Feather. She was unable to take her eyes off the mare. she felt no jealousy or shame by this. Only bliss. She, herself, was receiving love from Treron and another mare. Their soft talons stroked her all over. Their lips suckled on her tits.

When it was Feather’s turn, the males were gentle and skilled. They only let Stern inside her pussy as they went for her other holes. Each gentle trust from Stern sent a jolt of pleasure up her spine. Hot fluids that filled her were soothing. All the while her breasts leaked its milk, wanting to share the love that made it.

By the time it was over, the sun had set. Feather was asleep in Stern's embrace. Both were part of a large pile of happy couples. All of them didn't move when a light rain fell over them. Slowly and gently the rain washed over them and thus purified the ground around them as well.

As Feather slept, she had a vague dream where she was visited by a motherly-like figure. It felt very much like Celestia, but nothing at all like her as well. This goddess said two words, "Thank You" and, with it, every worry and doubt she had from the time she arrived on this planet all had faded to nothing. What was left was a feeling of satisfaction and wholeness.

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Journal Log 53

The time had finally come, and thank Celestia that Horizons has some of the best medical technology in the galaxy. The Doctor said there is better out there, but Horizons has the best bedside manor. And so she was born without any problems other than my small size.

Holding my daughter in my hooves, I couldn't be any happier than at that moment. Her little face, tail, and wings were the most adorable. If she was anything like her father, I doubt I would be able to hold her like this for long as she grows into a large mare.

Despite how Horizons made things easier on me, I’m still drained. They say I’ll be like this for a week at least. Not that I mind. I have a baby to look after so I don’t plan on going anywhere soon. Stern, too, already has the house set up to make things easier on all three of us.

It was also good to see everyone. They were excited to see the baby. And, of course, they also wanted to know her name. Star Breeze is what Stern and I named her. It was going to be Swift Gust, but with how she looked like a starry night, it just felt right.

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Journal Log 54

The time had come. My body had recovered and now we needed to think of the future, and I didn’t like it. Both Stern and I were not ready for a child and we had no way to take her with us back home. We could stay here, but then we’d be living off Horizons goodwill and eventually we’re going to have to explain to Star Breeze the truth. I also want my father to see his granddaughter, of which I have no way to explain to him how this came to be.

So we talked with the only pony we know who could help us, the Doctor. He told us of several solutions to our predicament, each one more fantiful than the next. When we asked him if any of that was possible, he pointed to the Tardis. Stern and I face hoofed at that, only now remembering it can move through time and space.

Wanting to keep the family stable, and with no questions to who Star’s parents were, we settled on a bit of trickery. Though it pained me, it would also involve leaving my baby for some time, though fortunately it will be no time for her.

Leaving in the Tardis, we will resume our adventures with the Doctor, all the while returning home from time to time to build a life there. Once everything is ready, Stern will go through a false pregnancy, and once it’s over, we will pick up Star Breeze, who we are told will not be affected by the gender shift due to being so young.

It sounded crazy, but we have the Tardis, so not that crazy. The only thing I regret is not being able to raise Star as her mother, but damn will I make sure I’m the best father I can be. I’ll take her to all the dress shops, have hooficures, and try on all the best shoes...

By Celestia, I really do need time to reset my brain. Still, it has been fun, and I look forward to seeing my sweet girl again when I can properly care for her.

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Star Breeze places the book down, having found it in some long forgotten hidden crevice which were locked away by several layers of magic. Every inch of her body squirmed and itched. She could feel her lunch trying to free itself from her stomach.

What followed was the loudest and most guttural scream she had ever made followed by days of dry heaving whenever she saw her parents. The book itself was returned to its dark hiding place. Even more magical locks were added to it. It was a cursed thing, best left forgotten.

It would take some time, but Star Breeze would eventually force herself to forget everything she read in that book, never once investigating if it was real or not. But the book itself would hunt her nightmares, filled with a secret she never wanted to know that could exist.