What Happens in the Crystal Tea Room...
"We won..." Sunny said, her eyes widening with awe. "We won! We actually won!!" She could no longer hold back the thrill bubbling up inside of her as she pranced over to her friends, who were already celebrating her dance-off victory against Alphabittle. Little did they know, their premature celebration was fated to be cut short by none other than Sunny herself. In a momentary lapse of self-control, she threw her head back in joy. The rainbow-colored cardboard horn she was sporting was swiftly flung behind her, bouncing off the tiled cobblestone floor of the Crystal Tea Room with a thud. The patrons of the shop gasped in horror, now seeing what was a mythical figure standing before their very eyes.
"An earth pony." Alphabittle spoke with a rising fire in his voice. They had tricked him. They had tricked him! Nopony tricked Alphabittle; he made sure of that! He walked slowly, menacingly, over to the ragtag team.
"And pegasi!" Zipp retorted, throwing away her disguise.
"And a unicorn!" Izzy chimed in. "Which, you knew already!"
Sunny's heart sank. This was going downhill fast, and she needed to think of some way of smoothing the almost palpable tide of rising animosity. She lowered her head and trotted towards Alphabittle.
"I know it doesn't look like it, but we're here to help!"
"Help?" Alphabittle glared at Sunny. "We don't need help. Especially from ponies like you!" Sunny tried holding her ground, but took a few steps back as Alphabittle pressed forward, his wide frame towering over her slim curvy body. This was his territory, and he would see to it that the treacherous ponies that stood before him were dealt with properly.
"Here in Bridlewood, we don't take kindly to cheaters," Alphabittle proclaimed. His eyebrows furrowed, as his eyes locked-on to the bright orange mare that stood before him. "To cheat is to lie, and to lie is to cheat. Pretty simple, wouldn't you agree, little miss earth pony?" A chill was felt through the crowd, and every unicorn simultaneously took a few steps back and quickly began shuffling for the door. Every unicorn except Izzy. It had been countless moons since the last time this had happened, but everypony in Bridlewood knew how Alphabittle dealt with cheaters. Everypony.
"B-but I won!" Sunny said, her heart now thumping in her throat.
"You tricked me. Nopony tricks me and gets away with it. You may have not realized it, but the second you stepped into that dancing ring, you upped the ante. Your crystal will be good enough to satisfy my collection. However, it scarcely suffices to fill the gaping wound you've left on my ego, and it doesn't even begin to serve as proper punishment for your deceit."
Sunny, Hitch, Pipp, and Zipp were too overwhelmed trying to parse the looming threat in front of them to pay any attention to Izzy, who had been standing motionless for some time. Ever since she was a filly she knew that Alphabittle was a pony to maintain extreme caution around, which is why she had insisted that Sunny not gamble with him. She looked down at the cobblestone floor beneath her hooves. She had seen it many times before, but now, it looked darker, more sinister. The cracks became chasms in her mind; their infinite depths dragging the typically bubbly mare down with them into dark, foreboding dimensions. She remembered this feeling, the feeling she thought she had finally killed and buried so many moons ago. To the outside world, Izzy seemed distant. Detached. Disconnected. But within, her emotions were burning in overdrive. How could she have let this happen? She was supposed to be their guide to Bridlewood, their host and confidant, and as much as possible, their pillar of support and protection. And she had failed. Meeting Sunny had meant the world to Izzy, and now Sunny... Sunny was... Izzy couldn't bear to finish that thought, but Alphabittle took the words right out of the deepest shadows of her mind.
"Since you're new here in Bridlewood, I'll let you in on a little known secret, Sunny." His voice dripped with a mixture of enmity and... something entirely different that Sunny couldn't quite pinpoint amidst her racing thoughts. "Here in Bridlewood, cheaters pay with their bodies."
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa!!!" Hitch belted out instinctively. In the blink of an eye he pulled Sunny aside. As if in a daze, she gazed into his eyes and beheld the true meaning of panic. "Sunny, remember the whole 'deadly unicorn laser beams' thing we were taught about in history class? The thing that the entirety of Canterlogic was founded on to protect us against?! Yeah, maybe you should have payed attention?! We need to get the hell out of here before we're all toast!"
Alphabittle couldn't help but chuckle at Hitch's naïveté. "Oh no no, nothing like that," Alphabittle grinned. "After all, it's hard to enjoy somepony's moans if they aren't quite there to do the moaning, hmm?"
Hitch went slack-jawed in horror as he realized what Alphabittle was implying. Sunny's heart skipped a beat as she began shaking slightly, tears already beginning to bead up at the corners of her eyes.
"Guys..." Zipp choked the word out through her all-consuming fear.
There was no reply.
"Guys!" Zipp finally burst forth. "Izzy doesn't look so good!" The despair in her voice was now clear as the crystal decor in the aptly-named tea shop. Everypony stopped and glanced at Izzy. She was still standing where she had been, her gaze adrift in the oceans of cobblestone beneath her. Yet her appearance had changed drastically. Her mane had gone completely straight, having lost its iconic curls that echoed her cheery personality. Through her draped hair, her friends could see that her expression had turned cold as ice. Sunny felt a freezing chill grip her soul, which she somehow felt emanating directly from Izzy. The force was strong enough that it almost felt physical, as if it was pushing her aside, away from Alphabittle's reach, back towards safety. Sunny's eyes widened. Had Izzy's fur become a few shades darker than it had been a few moments ago?
"This is between you and me, Alphabittle." Izzy spoke with daggers in her voice.
"Oh ho, is it now, Izzy? Or should I call you by your real name, Isabelle Moonbow?" Alphabittle stared smugly at Izzy, amused, but not entirely surprised, at the turn of events. It wouldn't be as exotic as he had been anticipating, but it would do the trick, and quite nicely at that.
"Leave my friends alone." Izzy continued. "You want to enact your revenge? You want to get your sick thrills? Has it been enough moons now that you feel the sirens calling, or do you hear the howling wolves beneath the blood crescent's reign? If so, do it on a pony of your own kind." Her voice dripped with venom, her hooves moving her towards him in thunderous steps. Sunny felt the ground under her shake ever so slightly with each passing hoofstep. Izzy's eyes were piercing, tracking Alphabittle's slight movements down to the millimeter.
"Izzy, what's gotten into you?!" Pipp said through a stream of tears. "Let's get out of here before anypony gets hur-"
"Don't cross me, Pipp," Izzy said, darting her gaze back at the pegasus princess. "Now get out of here before it's too late, all of you!" She swung her hoof over her friends, who all darted back to avoid the blow.
"Everypony! Door! Now! Sheriff's orders!" Hitch said, barreling into Sunny, his momentum knocking her into a galloping start.
"I-Izzy..?" Sunny looked back as she galloped, beads of crystal dew still fresh in the corners of her eyes. Her mind swam through a sea of confusion, fear, and despair for her newly-found unicorn friend.
The doors of the Crystal Tea Room slammed shut, and within, the dim glow from the golden lanterns fell on the fierce visages of the two unicorns who were now horn-to-horn, only centimeters away.
"Well well well, just like old times, huh, Isabelle?" Alphabittle said.
"Spare me your trite clichés, I don't have all day," Isabelle snapped.
"Heh, always eager to dive right in. You really haven't changed a bit. Very well then, as you wish." Alphabittle leaned back, revealing his stallionhood already half-erect in anticipation of what was to come.
Isabelle trotted forward, and wasting no time, deftly took his head into her mouth.
"Nnf, still skilled as ever I see." Alphabittle grunted, biting his lower lip to stop the electric sensations from tipping him over the edge. He knew she would try to finish this quickly, but he had other plans in mind for the now straight-maned beauty before him. He just needed to bide his time; she would come around eventually.
Alphabittle couldn't help but place his hoof around her cute head, which was now bobbing up and down rhythmically on his pulsing, twitching member. "Feels good, doesn't it, slut?" he said smugly. She raised her head slightly, her eyes piercing directly through his soul. As she continued blowing him, her mouth quickly grew accustomed to his obscene girth and the sensation of fullness that stretched her to her very limit. She darted her tongue this way and that, as if trying to explore every ridge, vein, and subtle texture on his shaft. His throbbing quickened, his rod growing even stiffer from the intense stimulation that the adorable little unicorn was providing him with. Alphabittle looked down at her cute head, now nestled perfectly between his powerful thighs. The sight was absolutely enthralling to his perverted mind.
Isabelle instinctively began using his throbs to hone in on his pleasure spots, using them as cues for when she was being especially sensual. It wasn't long before she felt the salty taste of his precum gently caress her tongue and coat the back of her throat, as his overpowering musk drowned her delicate nostrils in its erotic, pheromonal stench.
"Good girl," Alphabittle remarked. "You must have been missing this, you slutty mare."
Isabelle closed her eyes. She was certainly no stranger to sexual desire, but things were very... lonely, in Bridlewood. She had never gotten to make love with somepony she could call her special somepony, and her hoof could only do so much to put out the fires of her inescapable lust. And besides, even if she had found a special somepony, the prospect of lovemaking with one of the passionless denizens of Bridlewood was... less than appealing to her, to say the least. Sex was no fun without moans after all, she had to give the silver-furred devil before her credit for at least that truth. The pebbles directly under her supple flanks glistened in the dim light of the tea parlor, their smooth texture now slick with the streams of fluid dripping from her quivering pussy. She felt Alphabittle thrust forward slightly in her mouth.
"Come on Isabelle. You know the drill. All the way down," Alphabittle commanded firmly.
She hated being used like this. Like a common slut. She was a pony with dignity on a mission to restore friendship. With Sunny's help, perhaps she could even restore magic to the fractured Equestria she had grown up in. She hated being a mere fucktoy for Alphabittle's perverse pleasure. So why was her body making her feel so enticingly good? For a fleeting moment she felt her resolve slip, as her mind began to drift in the pleasure of being commanded by such a muscular, powerful stallion as him. His shaft pressed against buttons in her mind she had long tried repressing, buttons that sent her into a lustful, horny haze where nothing was off-limits. His salty taste and the throbbing fullness in her mouth made her feel especially naughty, and his sweet, indescribable musk was making her feel incr— No! She had to snap out of it! As she had done in the past, she tried to distance her mind from what was happening to her; maybe that way she could coast through until this was all over.
Isabelle worked her way down Alphabittle's shaft, her eyes squeezing ever tighter as she tried to take his impossible girth into her narrow throat. She moved down slowly, as if trying to count the subtle ridges on his stallionhood, now glistening with dribbles of saliva from the unicorn mare herself. Bit by bit, she reached past his medial ring, and then... With every passing second she was able to proceed less and less, until she felt a gentle but firm pressure on the back of her head. Alphabittle's hoof pressed her further down by a few millimeters and then remained fixed in place, leaving her with no escape.
"Good girl. Now hold it," Alphabittle commanded.
"Five."
Isabelle felt his throbbing member press against every corner of her mouth, his precum now flowing like a leaky faucet directly down her throat and into her stomach.
"Four."
Alphabittle grunted loudly, the intense pressure from Isabelle's mouth causing his member to shoot sparks of bliss that rampaged throughout his whole body.
"Three."
Isabelle's body tried pulling her head up to rid itself of Alphabittle's thick musky rod, but his hoof held her obediently in place.
"Two."
In the midst of Isabelle's palpable animosity towards Alphabittle, somewhere deep within her, her body fed her little poisonous sparks of pleasure. The pleasure of being used. The pleasure of being dominated.
"One."
Alphabittle's stallionhood began pulsating wildly as Isabelle's warmth and tightness almost sent him over the edge. He bit down on his lip even harder, the pleasure of overpowering the cute purple mare now almost unbearable to the perverted unicorn stallion.
"Zero."
Alphabittle's shaft slid away from the depths of Isabelle's throat, and finally escaped with a loud, lustful squelch, as trails of thick saliva mixed with precum connected them in a scandalously crude and raunchy display. Isabelle wiped off some of the excess fluid from her face, its stickiness leaving her fur wet and matted.
"See, that wasn't so hard now, was it my dear Isabelle?" Alphabittle said, in a slightly mocking tone. "Now for the fun part. Turn around."
Isabelle felt a sinking feeling in her chest as Alphabittle stood up, preparing to mount her. She thanked the stars above that unicorn foals could only be born of true love from both ponies. She glared at Alphabittle and bared her teeth before turning around grudgingly.
"Oh come now, you know better than that Isabelle," Alphabittle spoke, frowning in disappointment. "Good little sluts keep their tails raised when presenting themselves."
She tried burying her face in her deflated mane to hide her shame as she slowly but surely lifted her tail. As she presented Alphabittle with her smooth, luscious flanks, his eyes darted towards her perfectly toned pussy, which was now visibly winking and dripping with thick viscous fluid beyond her ability to control.
"Ha, I knew it! You mares are all the same. A little action and you're begging for more," Alphabittle affirmed proudly.
"Fuck you," Isabelle said, her head still bowed in her futile attempt to hide her embarrassment. Even so, the disgust in her voice was enough to send a chill through the spine of anypony who heard it. Anypony except Alphabittle it seemed.
"I'm glad you agree, because that's the plan," Alphabittle chuckled. "Now brace yourself." He positioned himself on top of her, his now fully-erect shaft prodding her nether lips ever so slightly, teasing her with masterful skill. He lightly thrust his hips back and forth, causing the tip of his flared stallionhood to glide up and down the wet, glistening folds of her vulva. He felt her body shudder beneath him as he rested his cheek on her silky smooth mane. Breathing in her delicious floral aroma, he could pick out the sweet tones of fresh lavender, hints of forest berries, and dashes of vanilla, all twirling around in a heavenly bouquet of scents. It was beyond intoxicating to him.
"Here it comes," he spoke gently into her ear, then lightly bit down on it.
Isabelle felt his slick meaty rod retreat from her nethers, the memory of the electric tingling still driving her body wild with lust. Still, she needed to stay in control. She wouldn't give him the pleasure of breaking her in. Not this time. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. With a forceful thrust from behind, she felt her pussy suddenly spread apart, taking in Alphabittle's thick rod to the base in one fell swoop. Without having time to think, she screamed from the overwhelming sensation, her body squirming to accommodate the rock-hard, veiny shaft that was now invading her most personal and sacred space.
"Shh, shh, shh, you wouldn't want to cause a scene outside now, would you?" Alphabittle smirked. Isabelle shifted her body beneath him, still trying to make space for his huge member nestled deep within her.
"Just breathe," Alphabittle whispered, taking a slow, calming breath in demonstration.
She didn't want to give him the pleasure of following his commands like some domesticated pet, but her body followed his advice almost of its own accord.
"Good girl," Alphabittle said, kissing her softly on the back of her neck.
Isabelle reminded herself that it would soon be over, and she could finally get on with her quest. She was doing this for her friends, she affirmed to herself. She laid her burdens on her unshakable faith, knowing she was following a path of righteousness. Alphabittle didn't give her much time to contemplate her moral compass, however, as she suddenly felt his shaft slide backwards within her depths. Backwards. Then forwards. Backwards. Then forwards. Slowly at first, but picking up speed. Methodically. Persistently. Any words he could have said would have been superfluous. In that moment, his body was doing all of the talking, and the message he intended to deliver was clear. Isabelle was to be his toy, to be used in whatever depraved manner he saw fit.
"AH!" She yelped again, softer this time, in a girlier tone. His assault on her pussy was unrelenting, and with each muscular thrust, waves of pleasure ripped through her whole body, shooting towards the tips of her hooves and horn at lightning speed. Her fur stood on end, as she felt sparks of bliss tear through her brain. Alphabittle grabbed the base of her tail and pulled it towards him forcefully, making his already firm thrusts even deeper and more piston-like. Isabelle gritted her teeth, but the painful tingling from her sore tail somehow only added to the intoxicating sensations her body was washing over her. She felt like his vile member was reaching into her very soul, reconfiguring her in his perverse image.
"Aww, you're loving this, aren't you? Come now, don't be shy, just admit it Isabelle," Alphabittle said, running his hoof delicately through her silky-smooth mane.
Isabelle felt enraged with the fiend that was defiling her so casually. Her body, however, was in heaven. She felt her grip loosen with every gliding thrust, every blissful shock, every tingling throb from that perfectly thick shaft that filled the void in her soul to the brim. She needed to regain some sense of dignity, and fast. She couldn't let Alphabittle get his sick joy from seeing her body's shameful state of ecstasy. Gathering every last bit of willpower she had at her disposal, she darted her head behind her, and in the fiercest tone she could manage, screamed at Alphabittle.
"Are you gonna keep squirming, or are you gonna give this unicorn some FUCK?" Isabelle cried out.
Alphabittle was taken aback. She should have been his at this point. He was expecting to hear her blissful moans as she finally succumbed to her body's naughtiest desires, as had happened so many times before. Instead, she was mocking him. She was actually mocking him! His eyebrows lowered, and he gritted his teeth behind his steel-clad frown. She was a formidable adversary, he had to give her that. Nopony else had managed to keep themselves together as long as she had. He couldn't help but notice: she had grown stronger. But what was it? Could it have been those silly "friends" she had been lounging around with? No, that was impossible. Every unicorn knew that earth ponies and pegasi were beneath contempt. How could they have made her stronger? They couldn't have, simple as that. Luckily, Alphabittle was a smart pony. And Alphabittle knew that smart ponies always had backup plans. Always.
"Still not cooperating huh?" Alphabittle sighed. "I was hoping that our warm-up from earlier would have left you ready to serve me properly, but I guess you leave me no other choice," Alphabittle said coldly.
"Oh yeah? Well bring it on, you fucking perve-"
Isabelle was suddenly interrupted as Alphabittle brought out a magenta crystal attached to a long string and held it close to her eyes.
"I'm sure you don't remember right now, Isabelle..." Alphabittle spoke in a strange way. His words seemed to flow... too smoothly... somehow. It was as if they were rivers of crystalline blue, each word effortlessly pouring into the next. They swept Isabelle along for the ride, giving her no time to think about what he was saying. "...But there's a reason I've spent my whole life cultivating a love for crystals." Isabelle couldn't help but gaze into the crystal that was now so enticingly near her eyes. Its gentle swaying and twisting caused the dim lantern light to flicker into her eyes in a kaleidoscopic way, and its shimmering depths drew her ever deeper into its chromatic allure. Living in Bridlewood, she had seen crystals a countless number of times, naturally, but none that looked quite this... beautiful.
"It turns out unicorns have quite a strong affinity for crystals," Alphabittle continued, in his now slippery, droning voice. "They say back in ancient pony times there was a wise unicorn who, through his love of crystals, ruled an entire nation." Isabelle felt... strange. Distant. Hazy. Almost as if the whole world was slowly receding from her reach, leaving behind only Alphabittle's gentle, buttery voice and his firm, ever-twitching shaft filling her warm, wet pussy. "Most of the history is lost, naturally," Alphabittle lamented, "but what I've learned, through many moons of trial and error, is just how... captivating some crystals can be. Wouldn't you agree, Isabelle?" He drew his words along as a snake charmer would, pulling Isabelle's mind this way and that, toying with her for his depraved pleasure.
"Wh- wha...?" Isabelle stuttered, finding it hard to talk. In reality, she found it hard to do anything but continue looking in a dazed stupor at that beautiful gem and its elusive corridors of glimmering light... In the far reaches of her mind she could tell, something wasn't right. Without knowing why, she weakly tried looking away from the crystal. She felt a dizzying vertigo as she moved her eyes slightly away from the center of that beautiful stone. But it wasn't far enough; the crystal still commanded her field of view, as well as her focus. She tilted her head away slightly, only for it to be met by Alphabittle's other hoof, firmly holding her gaze towards the twirling, sparkling, pulsing mystery in front of her. How long had his hoof been there? Or for that matter, how long had she been staring at the crystal? She couldn't tell. Gazing into its warm, inviting glow was far more enticing to her than trying to work through such silly thoughts. She wondered idly why she had even been trying to look away. This crystal was far more beautiful than the one her team had set out looking for, and it was right in front of her! And besides, Alphabittle's ever-so-slight thrusts that massaged her pussy made her feel heavenly. When had he started doing that again? She decided she didn't care. In that moment, she felt like the luckiest pony in the world.
"Yes, that's right my dear," Alphabittle said with a devilish laugh. "Are you starting to remember now? Swaying crystals for swaying minds," Alphabittle droned on.
"Sw- swaying crystals for swaying minds..." Isabelle repeated absently, her own mind lost in the impossibly beautiful swirl of light dancing before her eyes. It was the greatest light-show in the universe, and she held the exclusive front-row seat.
"Old pony tales talk of a time when we unicorns could wield magic at will," Alphabittle continued. "We could command the forces of nature for our amusement, lifting objects, teleporting, even defying the gods themselves," he said, halfway pondering to himself. "I don't believe in those frilly make-believe foals' tales," Alphabittle huffed, "but some of these crystals sure do hold something... special," he said with a twisted smile. "Wouldn't you agree, my pet?"
In her fuzzy state of mind, that word tore through Isabelle like a thundering bolt from the heavens. Her eyes darted wide open. She remembered. She finally remembered. She let out a loud, lustful flurry of moans as she felt her whole body shudder in ecstasy, riding the bliss of her first powerful orgasm.
"Theeere we go, good girl! I knew you still had it in you," Alphabittle boasted with pride. He placed his hoof beneath her chin, lifting it up to make her look straight ahead. She kept still as he moved his hoof; after all, a good pet never could never defy her master. Using both hooves, he skillfully wound the string around her horn and secured it in place.
"There, now the crystal can take care of massaging your mind, while I can focus on massaging your body. Do you like the sound of that, pet?"
"Y-yes master," Isabelle panted, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. A few moments ago, she would have never willingly made such a lecherous gesture, but she didn't care anymore. Being his plaything just felt too naughty for her to resist. She began swishing her tail back and forth lightly, which she quickly discovered only made her feel more flushed and aroused.
"Good pet," he said, stroking her mane as if to hammer the point further into her dazed mind. "I know you know this already, but let's go over the basics since it's been a while, hmm, my sweet Isabelle?" Alphabittle cooed. Isabelle wasn't sure what he meant by that, but if it made her master happy, she would be happy.
"Y-yes ma-" Isabelle started before being casually cut off by her master.
"Good pets obey," Alphabittle began. The words thundered in Isabelle's mind with the force of absolute truth.
"I-I... I obey..." Isabelle replied.
"Good pets love to submit," Alphabittle continued. That one was easy, Isabelle thought. She had known that to be true in the depths of her soul for as long as she could remember. She had felt it even before her mind had been polished clean by that infinitely beautiful crystal, the crown jewel of her master's collection. She whimpered, her voice dripping with hot, sticky desire.
"Good pets please their masters," Alphabittle whispered, softly blowing air over her left ear's delicate fur. Isabelle's pussy clenched down tighter and began spasming around his thick rod in response to the obvious truth. He was simply reminding her of it, that was all. She let out a visceral moan, her eyes still transfixed by the glints and dashes of light filtered through that sacred stone, so near, yet so far.
"And you are a good little pet, aren't you, Isabelle?" Alphabittle's voice gained a stern edge, sending a surge of panic through the transfixed unicorn mare beneath him. Of course she was a good pet, Isabelle thought. Her previous angry outburst had just been a fluke, right? She clearly hadn't been thinking straight when she had yelled at him! Still, hearing her master's doubt made her feel absolutely awful.
"I'm a good pet master! Please!" she pleaded with him, as if trying to convince him.
"Good, that's just what I was hoping to hear, sweetheart," Alphabittle assured her. Isabelle shuddered in relief. That feeling of approval from her master is exactly what she had been missing for so many moons. That, together with the hot, sticky, needy feeling that she had experienced when she had allowed herself to relish in his thick musky rod sliding back and forth in her throat. The feeling of being his toy, and his alone.
"However, I can't just automatically forgive you for your rude outburst earlier," Alphabittle scolded. Isabelle's heart sank. Of course he couldn't, how could she have just assumed he would? He was a benevolent master, but he was also firm and just. "Are you ready for your punishment, pet?" Alphabittle asked, still sporting a slightly chilly, menacing tone.
Before she could even answer, Isabelle felt a hard whack sing across her derriere, and she let out a pained but brief scream. His shaft once again began hammering away at her delicate pussy, its ceaseless pistoning driving her further into her lustful haze.
"Y-yes, master..." Isabelle said, her head drooping downwards. She knew she had been a bad pet, and she knew this was the only way she could atone. She knew in her heart that she deserved what was to come.
"Good," Alphabittle said, landing another blow on her, this time on her other flank. She yelped again. Then came crashing down a third blow. Then a fourth.
Slowly, it dawned on Isabelle that even though his hooves left a pronounced sting that skittered through her nerves, she was feeling the same kind of synergy she felt earlier when he had forcefully pulled her tail. Instead of going through an agonizing, grueling ordeal as she had been bracing for, the sensation of his hard hooves repeatedly striking her sensitive, supple rear made her feel... good? No, really good. The crashing blows punctuated the relentless onslaught of Alphabittle's delightfully wicked thrusts deep within her, and their combination made her body tremble uncontrollably in delight. She felt raw, unshackled lust coursing through her. It was still almost impossible for her to think beyond the absolute truths she had been handed down from her merciful master— truths about what it meant to be a good, needy, horny pet— but she didn't need to think in order to feel the raw ecstasy he had now gifted her. Her body, mind, and soul were in harmony. She was his pet, his plaything, his toy. She felt, no, she knew that to be the absolute truth. That naughty feeling that had been driving her mad had now returned stronger than ever before, and she couldn't get enough of it. His body commanded, and she obeyed. It was her proper place in life after all; nothing made her happier than getting railed by her master like the slutty pet she truly was. Her master had been right earlier; she really had been missing this.
"AaaaHHH! Yes master! Fuck me harder!" Isabelle cried out in hazy bliss. The more she moaned, the hornier she felt. It was paradoxical, almost. Alphabittle's ceaseless pounding should have been fulfilling all her slutty cravings and lustful desires. Instead, the slick, exhilarating back-and-forth of his sinful rod only caused her naughtiest fantasies to grow even more powerful and overwhelming within her poor needy mind with every passing thrust.
Alphabittle grunted through heavy, labored breaths. The raw feeling of having complete dominance and control over such a beautiful mare as Isabelle was driving him wild with frenzied, uncontrollable arousal.
"You're doing a wonderful job, my adorable pet," Alphabittle grinned, caressing her mane again. "You've earned the right to put these on now," he said, pulling out four fishnet stockings from behind him. Isabelle's eyes widened with joy as she turned her head and looked at her master's gift in all its splendor. Isabelle found it hard to put them on while still skewered by Alphabittle, but her master was kind enough to slide them up her rear hooves while she worked on the front pair. The crystal twinkled in front of her all the while, but it seemed to break its hold on her ever so slightly as she donned the stockings. The rippling threads caressed her hooves as they rose, and her mind focused on the snug sensation that now covered her like a warm blanket.
"Now there's a proper look for a good, slutty pet," Alphabittle said, slipping a few condoms and paper bills in her back right hoof for added effect. The tight band around the lascivious stocking held the goodies securely in place. Isabelle felt sparks of joy flitter through her mind. It felt heavenly to be complimented by her master.
The unmistakably wet, slick sounds of unbridled debauchery reverberated through the empty tea room as Alphabittle began thrusting faster and deeper within Isabelle, the relative silence now shattered by an orchestra of firm, punishing blows and Isabelle's feverish moans of ecstasy. Her body moved together with Alphabittle's, unifying them in the perfect harmony of lovemaking. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Her focus was once again stolen by the crystal, which swung in rhythm with their fiery, passionate dance. In her depraved bliss, she thought she saw the crystal form sparkles in midair, brief flickers of light that filled her now perfectly subservient mind with indescribable euphoria. The shadows in the crystal danced before her eyes deeper than ever before, and she could have sworn that as the crystal swung about, they formed something of a spiral. Continually spinning, swirling, whirling. Pulling her in, ever deeper, ever deeper.
"Ohhhhh," Isabelle's moans pierced through Alphabittle, further fueling his perverse state of euphoria. It was music to his ears, and he made sure to repay her by pounding her behind with increased fervor. The faster Alphabittle thrusted, the more Isabelle moaned, and the lewder and more obscene those moans became.
"Ohh ff-ffuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck!! Fuck me haarrderrr!!!" Isabelle's self-control was completely gone, replaced instead by Alphabittle's dream vision of a perfect, obedient, submissive pet.
Alphabittle was getting close, he could feel it. He felt as if his shaft was glowing with pleasure, and he could sense that familiar twitch, that pressure that told him that his climax was just around the corner.
"Are you ready for your reward, pet?" Alphabittle huffed.
"Yes!! Oh gods, yes master, please!!" Isabelle's eyes rolled back, the sheer pleasure from being rutted as his exclusive little fucktoy now having completely overwhelmed her sex-addled mind.
"Here it comes, take it slut!" Alphabittle screamed as his member throbbed wildly inside of her, sending Isabelle into a frenzy herself. Load after sticky load shot forth from his engorged penis, coating Isabelle's insides with warm, thick cum. Isabelle closed her eyes, her mind enveloped by the ecstasy of taking her master's load deep within her. As she focused on the warmth and fullness of his goo pumping deep inside her body, she was suddenly overtaken by an incredible energy that ripped through her very soul. Her entire body shook in a blinding white surge of euphoria, as she threw her head back, screaming in orgiastic ecstasy. In that moment, she had no thoughts, but that perverse pony pleasure was the alchemical gold she had been looking for her whole life. She had hit the main vein of the naughty bliss she had so longingly desired, and nothing in the world could have made her happier. In that moment, she felt infinite.
As his spurts died down, Alphabittle quickly pulled out of her and turned her around, shooting his last few loads all over her mane and face. Her dizzying orgasm had also begun to fade, but the hot sticky goo that now coated her served as a well-deserved treat to satiate her still-ardent lust. She felt so full, so unbelievably, wonderfully full.
"There, a most fitting prize for a most beautiful pet," Alphabittle sighed, wiping the sweat off his brow. "Wouldn't you agree, Isabelle?"
"Mph, yesh master," she said, already licking his cum off her face and swallowing it in greedy gulps. She noticed some of it had even gotten on the crystal still fastened around her horn, and she held out her tongue, trying to catch every last drop of his delectable nectar. It had a salty, ambrosial tinge, and its sliminess allowed her to play with it in her mouth before it slid down her throat, sending tiny shudders of excitement down her spine. Even her master's cum was intoxicating, she mused to herself.
"Now then, I think that will suffice as payback for your friend's treachery from earlier," Alphabittle said.
Friend from earlier? Isabelle wasn't sure what he was referring to. She was still far too blissed out from her romp in the hay to have any concern for such frivolous things.
"It's time we wrapped things up," Alphabittle sighed. "Come here Isabelle," he said, displaying his textured shaft to her, still dripping with a mixture of her pussy's fluids and his cum. Isabelle absentmindedly trotted over to him, and wasting no time, deftly took his head into her mouth. His musk tasted delicious as ever.
"All the way down," Alphabittle commanded.
She loved being used like this. Like a common slut. Like his common slut. She could think of nothing more exhilarating than being used as a mere fucktoy for her master's perverse pleasure. She took his member deep into her throat, sliding past his medial ring, and working down until she could reach no further. She looked up at her master pleadingly, but all she saw was that captivating crystal, still twinkling before her eyes. It seemed to shimmer brighter than ever, and the more she looked at it, the more the rest of the world faded away. Everything seemed to vanish around her; everything except, of course, for her master's smooth, slippery words and his lightly throbbing shaft, which was still tickling the back of her throat.
"Five." Alphabittle said. "You love your master, and being his obedient little pet is the greatest pleasure in your life."
Isabelle felt her heart flutter. After all she had been through, was there any doubt? Of course she loved being his pet and worshipping him! Why did that even need restating?
"Four." Alphabittle said, slightly softer. "You love being a naughty girl, and only your master can properly relieve you of your lustful needs."
Isabelle thought about how wise her master was. He was always right. Only he had been able to satisfy her properly. After all, she had just experienced earth-shattering ecstasy first-hoof because of him!
"Three." Alphabittle whispered. "Going deeper now. Just relax and let go for me, pet." Isabelle's eyes lidded, as she suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness hit her. It was a gentle wave, and it washed over her like a warm blanket on a calm winter's night. She felt so tranquil, as if nothing in the world could disturb her. It was only her and her master, like a wonderful, heavenly dream.
"Two." Alphabittle said gently. "You know you can't be your master's slutty pet in public, naturally." Through Isabelle's half-slumber, she managed to tilt her head up and down, feeling her master's ridged cock slide within her mouth. "So, in public you'll still be the happy-go-lucky Izzy you've always been, and you will treat me as any other pony in Bridlewood would," Alphabittle continued.
"Mm-hmm..." Isabelle moaned in her almost drunken state, dropping her head, taking in her master's shaft ever-so-slightly deeper.
"One." Alphabittle cooed into Isabelle's ear. "Lastly, and most importantly. You will forget everything that happened today after I showed you the crystal. You will believe you had the upper hoof on me the whole time, and you will be proud that you didn't succumb to your desires," Alphabittle commanded. "You will hide away everything about being a pet and the true power of the crystals in the deepest recesses of your mind, and you won't be able to recall any of it," Alphabittle continued, his words shackling her mind into unwavering submission. "But! As soon as you're face to face with that mesmerizing crystal, and you hear me speak the magic word, everything will come rushing back to you, and you will once again be ready to serve your master as you always have. Is that clear to you, pet?"
"Yyph mfftr," Isabelle muffled, even softer than last time. Alphabittle wasn't sure if she had even replied consciously or if the words had come from the depths of her subconscious, but it mattered not. Either case was perfectly acceptable to him.
"Good pet," Alphabittle said, delicately stroking her mane for the final time that evening. Far more than one second had passed since he last called out a number, but Isabelle was unable to notice that in her dreamy state.
"Now then, when you finish your blowjob, your forgetfulness will take hold of you, and you will continue on your quest. Leave your stockings here; I'll keep them nice and safe for you. Are you ready, my pet?"
Isabelle gently sucked on her master's shaft twice in succession, which Alphabittle took as a sign she had understood.
"Good pet," Alphabittle said, caressing his pet's feathery-soft ear fluff.
"Zero."
Izzy stepped out from the Crystal Tea Room, as she had so many other times in the past. She trotted down to the pond, and submerged herself in the fresh, crystalline water that only Bridlewood had. She plunged her head beneath the surface, and forced all the air out of her lungs. After holding her breath for a few seconds, she threw her head back up again, causing splashing ripples to trail behind her. She gazed up at the sky, now tinged with golden streaks as the world succumbed to the steadily oncoming dusk.
Izzy swam back to the shore and dried herself off as best she could, with her hooves shaking her mane back into its familiar, curly style. The fireflies around her twinkled like stars, casting their gentle, friendly glow upon Izzy. She felt a flurry of hoofsteps, distantly at first, but quickly honing in on her location. After a few moments, her friends frantically burst through the clearing.
"Izzy, oh my gods, are you okay? I'm so, so, SO sorry," Sunny said, still visibly distraught.
"We retreated to your cottage and came back as fast as we had a plan," Hitch continued, "but... it seems like we were too late," he said with a downtrodden look.
"Pipp is still back at your place, I hope that's okay," Zipp said, her guilt choking her up from within. "She's still really shook up and worried about you. I should have stayed with you, Izzy. I should have knocked him to the floor, I should have, but... but... I was too paralyzed," she concluded, joining Hitch in a solemn downward gaze.
A few moments of silence passed as Izzy looked at the serene pond beside her. The group's hearts collectively sank. Surely, she would never forgive them. How could she, after what she had gone through because of them?
Izzy looked back at the group and gave them a slight, hopeful smile. "What are you talking about? You guys are the best friends a unicorn could ever hope for. Nopony has ever worried so much about me as you all."
Sunny trotted two hoofsteps towards Izzy, hesitatingly. She still felt an overwhelming sense of guilt, and was about to try expressing it to Izzy, when she was met with a sudden embrace from the luminescent unicorn herself.
"I don't blame you," Izzy whispered, with gently closed eyes. "We're in this together. I'm just happy I could protect you, Sunny."
Sunny smiled, with tears in her eyes. Tears that were born from a tangled mixture of sorrow and relief. Izzy was truly a strange pony, but that only made Sunny respect her even more.
"Besides," Izzy said. "I've got the crystal," she said triumphantly. As she pulled out the magical stone from her satchel, she could see its delicate glimmer in the serene forest twilight.
