Reversed Paradise

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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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