Such Lovely Dreams

“Tell me EVERYTHING!” Cadence was on the edge of her seat, eyes wide, grin stretching from ear to ear on her brightly lit face. She didn’t mind the light snow falling around them, she was dressed for the winter well with a brand new set of pink leggings, a cozy burgundy turtleneck zip up fleece top, and super cute running shoes. The midday path through the park was clear of snow, so the two were taking the opportunity to at least try and burn off some of the winter eating.

Twilight was in a simple puffy purple winter coat and earmuffs that were absurdly cute. Little hearts on them? Oh it was too much! She would have to ditch the frumpy sweatpants, though Cadence couldn’t fault her for wanting something comfy after traveling so far and back in just a few days.

Twilight was huffing pretty good, Cadence slowed a hair to match her pace as they jogged along. “Ah, his name,” she huffed, beaming, wings fluttering. “Is Tula! Tall in person, too. He says hi,” she laughed.

“Did you two have fuuun?” Cadence sang, biting her lip, squeaking when her shoe hit snow on the muddy edge of the paved path. She was so enraptured with Twilight’s new antlered friend she was barely watching where she was going.

The taller princess magically adjusted her, ugh, sweatband. So tacky! “Yes, no! Not like that!” she giggled. “We had some wine, talked about his lifestyle and culture, fascinating stuff.” She panted and jiggled to a strut, hands on her hips. “I need to run more,” she sighed, bending over at a water fountain as Cadence hopped from one hoof to the next, looking at how those massive tits of Twilight’s hung heavy even in her strong sports bra under her sweater. When she saw Twilight was too winded to run, she gave in to a brisk walk with her little sister in law. “Like the deer,” she sighed, “they believe in strong familial and tribal values, and winter is very special to them. Hospitality is of utmost importance. Their kind is rather technologically backward, histories are all oral and there wasn’t a literate elk in the tribe.”

“Sooo? Is there a missus Tula?” she giggled bumping hips with Twilight, recoiling off more herself than bonking Twilight’s thick body off course.

Twilight’s ears flipped back and her tail flicked. “No,” she giggled, adjusting those earmuffs, tongue sticking through her smiling teeth for a moment. “But you’re married, Candy. In your dreams, or mine, I guess.”

They both laughed and met the street, following the noon sun to the castle. “No, silly, not for me. I want you to get some venison!” That made Twilight’s wings unfurl. “Too much?”

“He didn’t expect, um, this,” Twilight motioned at her body. “He was pleasantly surprised, that much was obvious, gosh, he was staining his knee-” Twilight mumbed, gulping and lacing her fingers together. “B-but it wasn’t a date! We exchanged letters, which means the paper just had pictures, and had a pleasant day together in his village. He showed me around, introduced me to all sorts of cows and bulls and bucks and does, they have a sort of rivalry with the deer, though it’s good natured, mostly. Once upon a time it was bloody, raids for slaves and supplies and territory. Perhaps they were behaving better for their guest, I’d love to be a fly on the wall,” Twilight said.

“What, and watch their mating rituals?” Twilight fanned herself and flapped her wings, taking to the sky, Cadence zipping up to follow. Away from the ground, she pushed the point further. “Was he relatively big for an elk?” she shouted through the biting cold wind.

“No! Maybe!” Twi shouted back, rolling her eyes. She hurried along, clearly not as out of steam as she seemed on the ground.

Cadence had to actually try to keep up, a natural flier, she hadn’t broken a sweat flying with Twilight until today, though she was already warmed up. “We SO have to visit together when this is done!” she shouted, giggling, landing on the highest balcony with Twilight, a pegasus sentry waving and flying aside for the princesses.

“What’s with her?” Cadence asked as they walked into Twilight’s bedroom, the pink mare waving at the cute blonde mare zipping to the sky.

Twilight peeled off her sweater, now just in a lazy day T-shirt perhaps a size too small, damp with sweat. “Just being safe,” she sighed. “I didn’t want to, but Spike and Rarity both made a great point. Is it more selfish to occupy another few ponies to guard every entrance, or trim the watch for an excuse to call myself generous when I’m more at risk than ever since Celestia and Luna abdicated?”

Cadence unzipped her top as low as it would go, showing off some warm pink cleavage, taking the liberty to help herself to a bottle of water from Twilight’s shelf. “I’m glad to see you’re taking this seriously, Twilight. I wouldn’t want anyone to hurt Flurry downstairs,” she sighed, still breathing swiftly. “I should go check on her. Speaking of threats, we should talk about yesterday.”

Twilight nodded. “How is Rarity? She missed me at the train station yesterday evening.”

Cadence groaned. “Rainbow sniped me. Can you believe she broke into my room? Again?”

The purple pony made a reading chair creak, her magic peeling open a letter and cracking a bottle of water. “I can. So what if we go a little out of order? How’d it go?”

“That filly has problems.” Cadence glugged her cool water, spilling a little down her neck. She left it. “She was dreaming about Sombra bombarding Canterlot with these booming, um, what were they called? The things that explode and shoot the things.”

“Guns? Artillery?” Twilight laughed, Cadence nodded. “Barbaric and ancient tech, though lethal. Nothing a good spell can’t easily outmatch. So I assume you did?”

She giggled, nodding. “Ooooh yes. Even got to wear a Wonderbolts uniform, those things are tight! Aaaanyway, I fought my way to the bridge of this massive warship, and felt like a hero in a cheesy action movie. I finally make it to the bridge, er, control room, thing, whatever, and Sombra’s smothering Rainbow’s face in his fucking balls.” She collected herself and continued. “Dash had been fucking the bad guys in her dreams instead of saving the day with hooves to the face. She was made to watch her friends suffer while she was fucked, she was crying when she couldn’t quit licking that big, veiny monster of a horseco-oh, well, yeah.” She laughed, seeing Twilight’s blushing deadpan face. “We beat him… then he told us what we should have known already.

“Queen Chrysalis is somehow behind all these dream attacks.” Twilight sat up in her chair, eyes big as plates. “She’s been gathering intel, trying to break you and your friends, rendering Equestria defenseless before she sends in the drones again.”

“Green magic, woman’s voice, in depth information on our deepest fears, it should have been obvious,” Twilight groaned, face in her palm. She took a deep breath and put her cheek on her palm, hoof bobbing up and down. “So, how did she get Sombra? Or was he a manifestation of some kind, a fake?”

“I think he was the real deal, he knew too much about me, his magic nearly killed me by crystalling my horn all over again. Oh! I forgot, he gave me a present, a spell book to counter that stupid spell of his. Um, long story, Twi”

“Do you think you were in real danger?” she asked, hands in her lap “Or would you wake up fine if something bad happened?”

Cadence hadn’t considered that, not consciously. “I’d rather not find out. Dash saved me with a well timed fire extinguisher to the horn,” she smiled, making Twilight wince and touch her horn. “Yeah. Well, he said Chrysalis summoned him from his shadow prison-”

“But that ritual takes a half dozen powerful spellcasters!” Twilight blurted.

Cadence nodded. “I think she either had help, or didn’t do the whole deal, just enough to get his spirit physical enough to sleep and dream.”

The princess stood and went to the balcony, braving the winter chill in just her paper thin shirt. Cadence waited leaning on the door frame. “She had to have something amplifying her power. She had your love to beat Celestia…” Twilight sighed. “Any idea what got her that boost?”

Cadence poured over her memories, thinking of any mention of a relevant thing that could have helped the bitch. “I can’t remember, but someone mentioned the alicorn amulet. Sombra had the same symbol on his army’s cap, or maybe it was just a coincidence.”

“I need to talk with Zecora,” Twilight said, wings unfurling through the holes in the back of her shirt.

A tug on the hot, damp fabric kept her hooves on the ground. Cadence wiped her fingers with a frown on her pants. “Ugh. Twilight, it’s freezing out, at least take a coat, and let’s get a bite to eat before we go.”

She smiled, sighing and rolling her eyes. “I guess. I’m hungry, thanks, Candy.” They both went to embrace, but paused.

“Shower, too?” she giggled, looking up at her little sister in law.

Twi nodded, magically closing the double door to the balcony behind them. “I’ll send a quick letter giving her a heads up I’ll be on my way. I don’t think we should go together, Rarity and Pinkie both need your help.”

She felt wounded, like Twilight didn’t want her company, like she didn’t want to talk more about Tula. But, she turned her thoughts over in her head, and realized that it was prudent to divide the labor. “You’re right, I think. Both girls are tough, all of your friends are, really. So who should come first?”

Twilight crossed her arms and hummed, doing her bra no favors. That damn thing was putting in work. “I have no idea. I was so occupied on my trip, I didn’t keep up with them. I’ll leave it up to you.”

“Let’s do lunch with them both! If they’re free, that is. I’d love to bring Flury along. She’s gotta be getting bored in your kid’s corner of the library by now.”

“Great idea, Candy!” Twilight hissed, flinching. “I gotta not call you that in public, huh?” she giggled.

She licked her teeth and cocked her hips. “Only if you wanna turn me on in front of your friends,” she said, rolling her eyes and flipping her long bangs out of her face. “Let’s rinse off and go, Twi.”

***

Pinkie insisted on serving them for lunch. The weekday crowd at Sugarcube Corner was slow, so they had the bakery, party venue, and daycare center all in one to themselves. Cadence was all washed and made up, smiling as she opted for tea. Both mares helped themselves to coffee, several cups. “How are you girls doing?” she asked, forced to judge the twin toddlers’ macaroni art, her own little Flurry still working on her own. “Nice, um, cloud there, Pumpkin.”

“It’s a monster truck!” the colt shouted, shoving his way in front of the pretty new friend. “And- and mine’s a cassul! See?”

“Oh I do! Very nice, Pound Cake. What’s Flurry’s?”

The twins squealed and stomped off back toward the kitchen, laughing when they harangued Flurry about the finer points of gluing macaroni to paper. Cadence sighed, chin on her hand, watching with maternal love for the little loudmouths. “You’re good with those two,” Pinkie yawned, planting a plate of pumpkin spice muffins on the table. Cadence and Rarity both bemoaned the carbs, but not after the first bite. Sleep deprived or not, Pinkie knew her way around a mixing bowl.

Pinkie was in a cozy “HO HO HO!” sweater, where Rarity was looking fresh from a funeral in a black turtleneck and pants to match, eyes behind sunglasses that occupied most of her face. Cadence had on her sporty fleece, her smart outer shell hanging on the coat rack by the door. “I just wish they’d keep quiet,” Rarity squeaked as she yawned. “I would kill for a bottle of wine and a dreamless night.”

Cadence rinsed down a mushy mouthful with a cup of steamy tea, a mix of fruity flavors so sweet she couldn’t pick out a single flavor. “Well, that’s why I’m here! Have you been talking to the others? Are they sleeping well?”

“Mmhm! AJ and Fluttershy popped by yesterday looking great!” Pinkie yawned and sprawled on the table. “Lucky.”

“Indeed, princess,” Rarity yawned, hand poshly keeping her open mouth hidden. “Heavens, why can’t you just do a team-effort like that, oh whatever it was that tormented Luna that one time?”

“The Tantabus, and this is a little different,” she whispered, ear flicking, determining the shrieks from the other room to be of playful joy. “We know what’s behind it, and it isn’t internal to any of us, it’s an attack.”

“Oh I knew that!” Pinkie whined, snorting and sitting up, wiping her eyes. “Only some meanie no-good… meanie pants would make me dream those nightmares!” She slammed her fists on the table, flinching back just in time for Cadence’s magic to catch her humorously gigantic mug from toppling over. “Oopsies.”

“No worries, Pinkie. I haven’t done a team effort, though I don’t think that’s the best option.”

“We know Luna’s away, what a trouble,” Rarity yawned, neglecting to hide her open mouth. “It’s a shame, the two of you would have made faster work of this.”

Cadence nodded and scooted her chair in. “It’s no use wishing, though, we need to dive into both of your dreams and face the music.”

Rarity recoiled, Pinkie giggled. “But I’m just one dream-hopping pony. Who wants to go first?”

The friends looked at each other, speaking at the same time. “You go first. No, you, I insist!”

Cadence rolled her eyes as Pinkie cackled, where Rarity just threw her head back with a groan of dismay. “No no no, I insist more!” they both blurted.

While they bickered, Cadence fished in her purse and found a single loose bit. “Pinkie, call it.” She flipped the coin before they could protest.

“TAILS!” she shouted, snapping to her hooves, her big butt knocking the chair backward. The coin landed on the table, spinning on its side for what felt like eternity, all mares transfixed on it. It circled, wobbling, flopping over in a spiral, then finally, landed with Celestia’s smile greeting them both.

Cadence slapped the coin and threw it back in her purse. “Well, you busy tonight, Rarity?” she smiled, the unicorn sighing out with her chin in her hand, Pinkie cheered.

“WOO! You’re gonna get rid of those silly messy dreams, Rarity!”

“Oh I know,” she shivered. “I just don’t want to make you suffer another night, darling,” she whined. “And I’d rather not share what ails me,” she barely squeaked, arms crossing under her perky chest.

“We’ll go right away. If we’re quick, I can be back tonight to help you, Pinkie, though I wouldn’t count on it entirely. Dreams and time are,” she flicked her hand back and forth. “Wobbly. You know how it goes.”

The earth pony giggled and nodded, sitting back, and before Cadence could shout or get a spell, she was falling back, laying on her chair that was waiting on the floor. She landed with an oof, air driven from her, falling into a giggle fit, hooves kicking in the air, hands pushing her skirt back up her thick thighs. Rarity scoffed, Cadence helped her up with a magical hand. “Oopsies! I’m okay. Though I think I could use a good night’s sleep, really really really bad, Candy.”

“Who told you-” she gulped, blushing crimson. Best not question her pinkness. “You okay with the tots for the night, auntie Pinkie Pie?”

***

At the boutique, Cadence followed the shorter unicorn inside, both baffled to see a topless mare facing away, orange muscular back to them both. She spun around, hair in a bun, holding something lacy to her chest. “CADENCE! A-and Rarity!” She beamed, smiling as awkward as possible. “Um, howdy, I was just-”

“She wanted to look nice for a surprise, I thought you were gonna be out til late!”

“Sweetie, I said no such thing! What are you two doing?!” Rarity shouted, hands on her hips, fury boiling off her like steam. Cadence held her tongue, eyes wide, meeting Sweetie Belle’s equally big green eyes.

Applejack plucked a flannel shirt off a changing blind and went behind it, making herself decent while the teen shrank into the wallpaper. “We were just planning a little holiday surprise is all, Rarity, ain’t nothin weird!” she chuckled, her voice lacking that defensive edge when Cadence had met her days ago. Cadence had looked at her freckled face before she hid herself and was pleased to not see any hint of those awful bags.

“Bah!” Rarity scoffed, shifting her weight from one hip to the next. “Well… that’s very sweet of you!” she squeaked. “But I’m afraid I’m rather busy with the princess we, um-”

“Have a romantic date?!” her little sister squeaked, hopping up and down, making Cadence nod as her eyes followed. Then she shook herself out of the spell, smiling.

“No, Sweetie Belle, I’m afraid this is business, of sorts.” She bent down and put a hand on her shoulder. “It’s very sweet, but I’m straight, remember?”

“But Applebloom said you and Applejack-”

“NEVER YOU MIND a dang thing what she said, Sweetie!” AJ said, blushing as she hurried around the blinder and toward the door, the lacy top she had been toying with nowhere to be found. “Princess, Rares, y’all take care now, don’t listen to a word she says, by the by, uh, bye bye for now!” She beamed and tucked her hat low on her head and slipped out the door into the snowing afternoon Ponyville air.

All eyes panned from the door to Sweetie, slumping in place. “I’ll get my coat,” she sighed.

“We WILL talk later, young lady,” Rarity said maternally. “Now, excuse me, I’m feeling ravaged,” she yawned, fanning her face. “Shall we retire, princess? I’m eager to pull this wax strip off as quickly as possible.”

“Tell me EVERYTHING later!” she whispered to Sweetie Belle on their way upstairs, the teen giggling and hopping toward the door. Unsurprisingly, her little friends were waiting just outside, giggling and whispering energetically.

Rarity fell on her bed with a whimper. “That little harlot,” she whined, kicking off her cute boots.

“I think Sweetie was just helping AJ with a sexy little surprise for you,” she purred.

She sat up, ears perking. “Oh? No, not Sweetie, Applejack! Showing off for my little sister like that, the NERVE! She knows how I adore to feel her muscles flex under my fingers,” she exhaled, legs pressing together. “Aaah… Sometimes I could just CORE that Apple, princess, she’s so maddening.”

Cadence shrugged off her coat, and feeling quite warm, did the same with her fleece, now in just a thin tank top, her bra showing from under the thin, soft cotton. “Think we’ll see her in the dreams?” she asked, taking a seat at a drawing table in Rarity’s busy bedroom.

The unicorn rolled to a fetal position on her side, hugging a pillow. “I sincerely hope not,” she whispered, sniffing. “You know my nightmares are rather risque, correct?”

Cadence nodded. “Everyone’s have been. Horrible scenes of depravity, but don’t worry. It’s my field of expertise.”

Rarity sat up, pushing off her sunglasses to tumble onto the bed, her pillow in her clutches. She dug her chin in and sniffled again. “It’s awful, and they just keep getting worse!” she squeaked. “Have you ever seen a prostitute, princess?” she barely breathed, trembling.

She got up and moved to her side, stroking Rarity’s back. “Cadence is fine, Rarity,” she whispered. “And yes, yes I have. In a couple places, actually, it’s heartbreaking. Is that what you do in your dreams?”

The unicorn shook, nodded, and laid on Cadence sideways, accepting a warm embrace. “Every night is worse than the last. Deplorable stallions of ill repute spending mere bits to use me in horrible ways. What once was a sacred bond between my body and another’s is now a mere transaction of sin. They make me do just the WORST THINGS!” she wailed, burying her black streaked face in CAdence’s cleavage, sniffling. She sheepishly patted her head, stroking her soft violet mane, only to get her wrists pushed away with a gentle magical hand. “I just got it styled, darling, please,” she sobbed. “And they YANK on it!” she shrieked, bawling and smearing her mascara into Cadence’s fluffy cleavage.

She rolled her eyes and stroked her back more. “Don’t worry. We’ll get that bug bitch off your back together. Think you can fall asleep after all that coffee?”

Rarity nodded. “I just need to change, then I should be able to sleep. I won’t sleep much, if things follow suit, I’ve washed my sheets of cold sweat and-” she gulped. “My unwilling, ah, energy, every night this week,” she yawned yet again.

The princess stood and looked at her gray breasts. “I’ll get a towel and we’ll begin,” she said softly.

“What’s the towel for? Oh, dear, I see,” she sniffed, smiling. “Terribly sorry, I-”

“It’s not for that, it’s for my own energy. Let’s get settled in, Rarity.” She smiled and bit her lip, watching the unicorn smile and begin to strip.

“A little privacy?” she poshly quipped, making her blush and flip her ears back.

Candy couldn’t bring herself to try and explain that they would be seeing a lot more of one another than stripping down to pajamas. “O-of course!” She departed for the bathroom and cleaned up, got water, got a towel, and returned to find Rarity in purple silk sleepwear tucking herself in. Seated on her absorbent throne, Cadence closed her eyes and reached out with her magic tether, walking along a brilliantly lit balcony through the cosmos.

She was all smiles, wings unfurled as she hopped off the end into a foul smelling concrete jungle. Neon lights flanked her every step, and Cadence was overwhelmed with the trash smells and buzzing cars zipping by the midnight urban thoroughfare.

“Hey baby!” she heard some stallion call from a rolled down window, breaking Cadence out of her skyscraper watching stupor. The advertisements were all crude, loud, vividly lit, all brightly colored, beautyless offenses to her eyes. His vehicle was a marvel, self propelled on floating wheels, it was terrifying and confusing and she was so baffled, she failed to notice her outfit. She lit her horn, ready to blast his futuristic ride back to the stone age. “It’s cold outside, twenty bits says you wanna warm up with me!”

“As if!” she shouted back, hands on her hips, leaning down to see eye to eye. His gaze dipped to her cleavage, she ignored it. “Why don’t you keep on driving and leave me alone?!”

He laughed, fishing out a wad of paper bills. “Come on, bitch, get the fuck in, or else I get the cheaper pussy on the corner.”

Cadence looked down the cracked concrete sidewalk to see a shy white mare holding her elbows in either hand, failing to hide her body. She was more nude than clothed, with her short, colorful mane chopped to a punk-ish high mohawk-style. The neon green halter top showed her big, perky tits and her pencil thin waist, belly button pierced and bare for the city to see. Her hooves were stuffed into painfully tall heels, also that ugly neon green, with nothing but a big belt across her hips hiding her pussy, and it was failing badly. She could see those lips just like the plump green painted pillows frowning on her dolled up face.

Candy looked at the rear seat of the car, its blacked tint showing her own outfit wasn’t much better. She had coarse rose red fishnets drawn far too tight over her own big bust. She hid her stiff nipples and looked to see her ass was covered in nothing but denim short shorts, the pockets hanging free from her glorified panties, zipper split to show her clit, winking despite her disgust. She took a step, stumbling on shiny black high heeled boots that went nearly to her knees. “What the fuck, Rarity?” she sighed as the stallion cackled, driving on at her pace to the corner.

The unicorn was indeed Rarity, looking ready to break down crying as she tried to hide behind a stop sign. “Rares, let’s get out of here,” she sighed, flipping her mane, glad it was intact, even though it was dyed with black streaks. “We’ll get our clothes on and-”

“Candy!” she whimpered, shifting in her spot as the stallion waited on his answer. “We have to go with him, it’s the only way,” she sighed, biting her big lip.

“The fuck we do!” she snapped, glancing at him, groaning as he let his cock breathe, standing floppy from his lap, pulsing visibly even in the dim of his car. “You can’t afford either of us!” she shouted, turning up her nose.

“Ugly cunts anyway,” he sneered, his weird car zooming off.

Rarity sniffled. “My pimp is going to be mad.”

“Your pimp is made up, this is a dream, remember?” she said, pointing to the glowing rope swirling from her horn to a hole in the building above them. “Our dream. YOUR dream, baby, come on. Let’s go kick that bastard’s teeth in and get out of here.”

Rarity perked up, but her ears folded back and she sighed, staying put. “He won’t let me do that, I tried,” she whined, pulling her dangling bright green and blue bangs from her face. “He has control, a remote one. With a push of a button, I’m on my knees!” she whined.

Candy pinched the bridge of her muzzles, scratching her face with her long, fake black nails. “Let’s go see him.” She took Rarity’s hand and marched her off, getting a few concrete squares down the street, avoiding a mountain of trash bags. Another car stopped at the curb and rolled down the window, this one obviously more upscale. Longer in length, it had four windows along its side.

“HEY!” a stallion shouted with a surprising Canterlot accent. “I say, what in heaven’s name are you doing with my bottom bitch?!” Cigar smoke swirled from the rearmost window as he pulled up, certainly not driving. He had his cock free, too, rigid as a board, and when they came to his window, Rarity shied away from the sight of a filly of hopefully legal age making out with his absurdly thick flare, her wide blue hips swishing too and fro.

Cadence frowned and crossed her arms. “We’re not working for you anymore. Rarity is a free mare, and she’ll fuck and dress how she pleases.”

The posh pale stallion laughed, ashing in that pretty purple and blue ponytail mane, so much poof to it. “That, oh that’s rich, like me. Come along, now, I think we have a little training to do.” The door opened, and Cadence saw his entire right arm was metalic. He had his blazer off, in just a button down shirt of something like cream silk, the right sleeve rolled past the elbow to showcase the golden metal. His arm was smooth, but the inner joint showed a tangle of wires and tubes and hoses, reinforced with that same golden glint. The metal met his flesh and blood arm of a pale white color. Atop his smoking face stood a white horn with gold inlaid along the spiral, jutting from an expertly styled long mane that looked at home in a limo.

He scooted over and made the poor mare shuffle along. “Don’t make us wait, bitches,” he said, patting the cream leather seat he had occupied. He turned his palm up and made a come hither motion with two gold fingers, and to her shock, Rarity robotically obeyed, gasping and visibly resisting. Her legs had a mind of their own, and Cadence saw they weren’t all flesh, either, with a distinct yet subtle crease. The lines glowed with a pale blue color, like her vibrant eyes. Magic or technology, it didn’t matter. Rarity wasn’t whole.

Cadence’s magic picked the curvy little unicorn up and spun her around, then dunked the cigar in the stallion’s drink. “I won’t be repeating myself. Keep driving. Let her go, too, sleazebag.” The mare kissing his tip looked up, but her pretty pink eyes flicked away the moment they met Cadence’s. She saw the ashes of hope, she knew better than to get her hopes up.

The stallion made the motion again, and Rarity spun around, moving slowly by Cadence, climbing in, and she realized he was using magic himself. Candy resisted more, grunting as she poured all her might into the spell, wrenching her friend from her tormentor. “You’re quite the puritan, bitch. What, how’s a hundred bits sound to use those long legs and walk away? Two hundred to hop in, too?”

He made a fist and Rarity crumpled, screaming out, hands clutching her groin. She fell to her knees on the carpeted floor and panted hard, shaking, fingers coming away wet. “Don’t make me shock you again, bitch,” he said calmly, the mean name coming easy to him. “You know it hurts me as much as it hurts you. Tell your pretty pink friend to fuck off or play nice, I wouldn’t mind a tall bitch raking in some dough from those femdom microdicks, they have so much spare cash, you know.”

“What?! Stop! Fine, I’ll come along, just don’t do whatever that was!” Cadence dipped into the limo and helped Rarity up.

“No, no sitting on the seat, that’s for good girls, you know better,” he said, snapping her fingers. Rarity sank to the floor to sit on her side, looking away. “You, too, Pinks. Mm, I can’t wait to get your chip,” he moaned, it was a revolting sound. Cadence defiantly crossed her arms, back against the mini bar. Her eyes drank in the sights as they pulled off. The furniture was wood, which she hazarded to guess was a commodity in this electric age. If it weren’t for being in a prostitute’s uniform at the mercy of a unicorn who had her friend on a wireless leash, Cadence would have liked to explore this exotic world living in Rarity’s head. It would be an inspiration to her designer clothing if nothing else.

“Where are we going?” she snapped, horn glowing. She dropped the spell when Rarity shrieked sharply.

The stallion leaned forward and placed his ashy drink on a tray which immediately flipped to dispose of it into the forward compartment. Another drink and cigar were poured and lit for him by a floating little helper, electric in nature, no larger than a baseball. “We were going home, but now you’ve forced my hand. Rarity needs another upgrade, and I’ve got to pull your chip.”

“Chip? What the fuck are you talking about?” He waved his hand and Rarity screamed sharply, falling back against the poor filly, legs parting. She was either pissing herself or was wet as a river, it was hard to tell from the smell with the smoke in the air.

“Cadence, please,” Rarity whispered.

“Cadence, pretty name,” he purred. “We’ll get you another that the urbanites can call you. That can wait, bitch, for now, know that you’re in my world, and if you want Diamond to walk away from this night, you’ll do as I say.”

“Her NAME is RARITY!”

“Candy STOP!” she wailed, flopping onto her back, her spine arching as she surely came this time, spritzing the bastard’s car’s interior with her squirt, all over his navy blue slacks. She exhaled, shaking, all while the prick sat back and laughed, grunting softly as his huge dick flared up and spat some precum across the filly’s face. That teenage unicorn was back at work, gently stroking and nuzzling his agonizingly juicy looking cock.

She pushed her lips together, staring daggers up to him. “Diamond, tell your friend Candy to kindly shut the fuck up already.” He dragged on his cigar and blew it into the princess’s face. “I made her cum painfully hard, this time. Next time, there won’t be an orgasm. Just pain.”

She gulped and slumped back. Rarity was hostage, somehow, she still didn’t get it. Cadence wouldn’t wait long for her explanation, and it didn’t come from the magic pimp. She climbed out when ordered, resisting the urge to fry him with a magical blast as he hit the little unicorn backhand across the face for not making him cum before they reached their destination. Cadence climbed out first, wobbling on her tall heels, followed by a sticky Rarity, and last came the unicorn stallion. She didn’t care to learn his name. He ushered them along a pink neon lit alley into a seedy looking establishment. Puddles and trash were more common than dry, cracked concrete here. Cadence walked into a doorway to find a cluttered workshop of some sort with tools and electronics littering her vision. The only thing she knew about it was that the tiles were dirty and she didn’t want to be here.

“Stitches, meet my bitches,” he called out in his better-than-you accent.

A tall, lanky, and slimy unicorn with a greasy banana peel colored coat spun on a stool, long, sharp implements pointing from the end of his fingers. “Pimphand, you don’t gotta make that joke every single fucking time.”

“I don’t have to, I get to, doc. Now, no tuneup for Diamond, she’s squirting like a charm. This one though, Candy, she’s a new hire and there’s something wrong with her chip. I can’t make her cum with a wave of my hand,” he said, dragging his metallic fingers over Rarity’s round ass, making the mare wince.

The doc lit a cigarette and looked her up and down with a monocled eye, something lit up on the glass. “If she’s chipped, I ain’t seein it. Come on, Candy, up up.” He leaned over and patted a chair, fishing through little plastic drawers. She looked at Rarity. The two shared a glance, and Cadence resigned her fate.

“So, what does chipping mean? I’m not from around here.” she asked, brushing off the stained paper atop a clearly second hand doctor’s chair. Ugh, it's paper, doc, can’t you change it?! Cadence didn’t need to hop to get her ass on it, opting to lean rather than commit her weight to this disease spreading device.

The doctor, she applied the term loosely, gave her a look as if she had a cock instead of a horn on her head. “The fuck do you mean? Chip, your fucking microchip,” he said, tapping behind his ear and retrieving a thumbnail sized square shaped device. He promptly returned the thing to its slot in his head. “How you do business, buy and sell anything without paper cash, how you watch your funny cat videos and hardcore snuff porn, how you tell your augments what to fucking do, your chip. You’re a lot prettier than you are smart, you know that? Lie the fuck down.” He didn’t wait. His big hand, the one with the scary sharp things, laid on her collar bone and convinced her to lay back.

Bristling, she tried to fix her shorts, but the zipper was for show. There were no teeth she could join together to keep her pussy hidden, her clit was public. Cadence shivered and tried to count the white lights blinding her. At his push and pull on her horn, she tilted her head left, then right, gasping as he pulled a tiny pink square into her vision. She had one of those stupid things!

“Aftermarket, Germane? Nah, I don’t recognize it.” The doc took her chip, whatever that was, and popped it in a device on his table, staring at a screen to read the output. He slowly turned from his chair with a blank expression and looked at Cadence. A glance back told him, and a glance told her, that Pimpy was distracted making the little blue mare do tricks. The doc leaned in. “You’re not from around here. Where the fuck are you from? Your hardware is pure magic, no tech, I can’t read a single fucking byte.”

“I’m a princess, and I need to help Diamond get over her little pimp problem,” she whispered back. “I don’t know what, get her chip to not obey that asshole.”

The doctor leaned back, breathing in deep, eyes dragging down her perfectly exposed body. “Princess?” he nodded. “Like ancient history shit? Like Twicorp shit before they went corp?”

Cadence was lost as lost could be. “Yeah. Long story,” she lied, well, the story was long, but she was letting him lie for her. “Give me a link to her, or whatever, I’ll get you a hookup. We’ll iron it out later. Deal?”

The Doc pretended to type at his computer, then came back to focus on her, the both of them ignoring the pimp burying his “bone” in his “good girl”. The doctor put out his cigarette and lit another, hands shaking, sweat glistening with fresh sweat. “New name, new identity, and a fuckin transfer with at least seven fucking zeros.”

“Pennies, done. Give Diamond exclusive control to me.”

The doctor blew smoke in her face. “Got any proof? You’re not fulla shit?”

“The fucking chip is proof enough, asshole!” she whispered calmly. She took a breath, both of them snapping to when the pimp shouted out, creaming that poor blue unicorn in her cute little pussy.

“Aaaaaaatta girl. What’s up, doc?!” he shouted, wiping his glazed cock with the whimpering, smiling filly’s ponytail.

“Toldya not to use that one, neither,” the slimeball sneered, spinning in his seat. “She’s got an aftermarket chip, gonna need to plug her in to your vertical girl, shouldn’t take more than a bit. Was gonna say make yourself at home, but you’re already there, I see.”

The pimp put his package away, and what a package. Cadence would have liked to fuck him, well, wouldn’t have hated the physical part. He was an asshole, after all. “Ah, what do I pay you for, Stitch? Doctor knows best, how could I not trust you after all the good work you’ve done?” he asked in a low, slow whisper, that golden hand gripping his shoulder too tight.

“Yep, top notch work, that’s me, Pimpy! Easy, you’re overstressin the motors,” he choked, tapping on the hand.

“You’re so full of shit,” the tall pimp laughed, letting him go. “Five minutes? Two?”

“Ten, maybe more, nonstandard hardware is tricky like that, boss. Get a beer, get cozy. Diamond, if you’ll assume the position, please.”

“Go gettem, bitch,” the pimp said, spanking her so hard her hooves left the sticky floor. He snapped his fingers, making the girl laying on her back roll to her knees. She walked like a dog with him to the next room. Rarity whined and sauntered to sit between Cadence and the doc, plugging herself in with a cable that stretched from the tower-device on his desk to her head. Cadence let herself be plugged in as well, her vision going mostly dark.

A dark blue box appeared in her vision, along with a message. “Be wary of her thralls, Cadenza.” The text blinked for only for a moment, a moon shape in the corner like a company watermark.

She blinked and the box was gone, replaced by a nauseating neon green. “Robronco: Galloping Into the Future!” Candy rolled her eyes. Maybe it was Rarity that needed to lay off the comics.

“Diamond, your pink friend and I worked out a deal and I need you both to play it cool.” He typed in a flurry, boxes of text scrawled in her vision so fast Cadence had no chance to read. Big words caught her eye, sequence, attachment, matrix, but that was about it. “You ain’t gonna work for him no more, you’re gonna work for her, now don’t ask any questions, just fucking roll with it, this is my meal ticket, too. You two are gonna go with him, you’re gonna play nice, you’re gonna pretend he still pulls the strings, that goes for you, too, princess, got that?”

She nodded. “Mmhm!”

“Doubt it, but it’s your ass in the limo. I’ll be halfway outa Californeigh by then. Play cool, and remember: his hand ain’t invincible. Get it cold, I mean cold cold, not a bucket of ice, a bucket of liquid damn nitrogen. The hoses will be brittle, break them, freeze the oil in his hydraulics and make ‘em go night night, he’s got a limp wrist. As for the magic horn, thats all him, good fuckin luck. Play along til you get an opening. Once he’s snoozing after fucking that nice twat of yours or whatever, get him too drunk, I dunno, don’t care. If I was you,” he said, slapping a final key and spinning to them. The text stopped. “I’d slit his fucking neck. Bastard deserves it.”

Cadence opened her mouth to speak, but gasped with surprise instead. “Ya know, doc,” the pimp shouted from the doorway, leaning on the frame. “You have wonderful taste in takeout. I helped myself.”

“That was my damn dinner!” The doctor shouted back, slumping in his spot as the stallion used chopsticks to lift steamy, oily looking noodles from a square carton to his mouth. “Ah, fuck it. I’ll get some more. Gonna pay me this time, big guy?”

Chewing, the stallion advanced, walking with a saunter, his pet shuffling along, looking distant. “Oh, what the hell, you just helped diversify my fat pink assets after all. Here.” He snapped his fingers, the doctor looked at the floor for a moment.

“That’s a fair price, I’ll take it.” He went back to typing on his keyboard, and Cadence saw a box popup. “Diamond’s Operating Manual Read Me.txt”. Cadence looked at the box in the corner of her vision and went wide eyed at the sheet of paper in her vision like a ghost.

Diamond was a fully autonomous cybernetic sex machine, with, according to the table of contents, twenty pages of how-to’s. Cadence let Rarity listen into the conversation, catching snippets as she speedread, picking out the important seeming bits. Motion activated augments, yes, that made sense. Self lubricating, massaging, vibrating, squeezing, cleaning, and electrostimulating vagina, stretchable and variable from half to forty inches-”Forty?!” she mouthed, looking at Rarity in her periphery who blushed and flopped her ears back, smiling sheepishly. Blah blah blah, centrifugal cardiac motivator, blah blah blah accelerated neuro-blah, offensive subdermal blades? Okay, when she got the hang of the whole dreamwalking thing, she HAD to drag Rainbow here. The little nympho adrenaline junkie would go nuts! Cadence stopped scrolling when she got to the in depth of her sex. Her modular pussy was hydraulic, with a lot of hooves of force, whatever that meant, but the number seemed like a lot. She hatched a wicked idea.

“Doc?” she piped up, touching his arm, making him look up from his typing. “What would it take to get a few augments myself? Diamond’s got her magic pussy, I’d love to get one of my very own.”

The pimp threw the half empty carton on the ground. “Dig in, Amethyst, happy birthday. Candy, want a magic cunt like my bottom bitch?” he said, pouring on the patronization. “You haven’t even proven your own flesh is worth a bit!”

“Don’t you want to maximize your profit potential?” she asked, pouring on her own seductive charm to counter the bastard. Stupid box of text, fuck off! Cadence saw an X in the corner of her vision and off it fucked.

He sat on the edge of the desk and drummed his metallic fingers on his opposite forearm. “Hmm. If it doesn’t take too long, we have a date, and you better be ready to fuck. Doc?”

“Twenty minutes and I’ll finally have a use for the new model fresh from Neighpon that was getting ready to collect dust in my secret stache,” he said, smirking, looking with a knowing eye at the mare. “With that last software update, it’ll pop in like a bullet in the chamber.”

“I could use a drink,” the tall stallion said. It took every ounce of will for Cadence not to swat his hand away as his cold metal fingers traced her half exposed lips, diving into the snug denim to feel her warm flesh. Her body was ready, betraying her, though she was hot more than not lately. “Install it. I’ll pay you in full as soon as she wakes up.”

“Cadence,” whispered Rarity at her side, flinching when the pimp stood on his hooves between them. “Candy, I mean. Are you sure you want this?” she asked, eyes wet, worry plastered on her face.

She giggled, feigning mindless eagerness. “Of course. After my little checkup, I just wanna make some lucky stallion very happy, and my favorite daddy super duper rich. And though I could do it all on my own, having a little boost seems like so much fun! I’m just super jealous, Diamond.”

“Oh, baby, you’re trying to compete with my little cumslut, aren’t you?” he snarled, tucking a pair of hard fingers inside. Cadence hissed, eyes fluttering as he attacked her g-spot, back arching on its own. Bastard or not, his fingers were fantastic, firm as steel pushing into her cum-button.

“Ah! Oh yes sir!” she whined, shivering, giggling with all the cheerleader energy she could muster. She was so wet, it wasn’t all that hard.

“Alright, whenever you’re done playing, boss,” the doctor said, standing and walking to the wall. A dirty, cracked tile was pushed aside, and a hidden shelf opened down on hidden hinges. A strange not quite wood not quite metal container about as big as a shoe box floated in his yellow magic. “I’ll kill your power, shut you down and get you kitted up, kitten, piece of cake to bake a pretty cake.”

Cadence wished she knew what was happening. She blinked, then she was awake, and to her horror, Rarity was put to work pleasing her master. She was moaning, tail in his metal fist, her cutie marks wobbling as she pushed off the wall into her owner. Cadence sat up and felt perfectly fine, more than fine, she was on fire! Her pussy was desperate, she saw, moaning, touching the bright, tender flesh of her navel. She had a telltale blue outline around her abdominal muscles, and she knew that her pussy was no longer her own flesh and blood, not entirely. She spread her lips and saw her winking twat clench tight, drooling fragrant juice. She touched her hot pussy and licked her finger. “Strawberry?”

“Diamond’s got blueberry, you two would make one hell of a jam together,” the sleazy surgeon smiled. “Give her a finger, tell me those slant eyed ponies don’t make a damn fine pussy.”

His incredibly racist comment aside, they indeed knew how to manufacture a mare’s holiest piece. She slid a finger to her cervix and felt her entire vagina squeeze gently, stroking up and down. Were her finger a cock, she was sure she’d be near ready to burst a nice, hot load already. She swallowed and braced herself, then gave her kegel muscles a test. “AH!” she squeaked, selling it as a moan of pleasure, pretending she hadn’t just clamped painfully tight on her own finger. “Well, no complaints here,” she purred, winking at the doctor. “Is it even stronger than Diamond’s, doc?”

He nodded. “Newest model for the fetish freaks. They’re all hung like a field mouse in a blizzard over there, even the pinkies are gonna love ya,” he said, sticking out his little finger and curling it. “Good thing, too, they’re the loneliest, pay a pretty penny to rent a twat like yours. Wanna check my work big guy?”

“Fucking done yet?” he sneered, his accent hoity toity even hilting inside Rarity. He pulled out, cock soaked, flare wide, leaving Rarity gaping for a moment before her tailor made pussy tightened back up. She mopped her messy mane back and looked up, not entirely pleasureless. “Sure, just stay spread, Candy, daddy’s gonna try you out.”

Cadence gulped, eye flicking to the corner of her vision. Odd characters lit up her screen-sight, a text box opened up. She was worried the odd foreign text would render her owner’s manual useless, but the text changed as she scrolled down, finding the specifications in Ponish soon enough. Yep, those numbers were bigger alright-”Aaaah!” she sang, smiling, sighing as her wet slit was stuffed with a massive member. She laid back, letting her full breasts be groped by this awful asshole. Still, he had a juicy dick. She let him stuff her, smiling, focusing her muscles and squeezing as lightly as she could, glad to see him shiver and stutter. “Ah ah ah, daddy,” she giggled, legs curling about his half-clothed waist. “I don’t want a mess, pour that hot seed in me.” She licked her teeth and closed the text box, beaming as he laid on her, muzzle in his neck sucking hard as he blasted inside. His cum was hot, and the load was far from small. She shook, orgasming from her fake pussy, squirting all over his lap, she had never been this quick to spray before!

“S-sold,” he sighed, waving two fingers over his shoulder. Cadence watched the doctor’s eyes glow with an internal light, she figured that he paid him again and he was seeing the transaction on a pop up screen, or something.

“Should make you fuck in my office more. That covers the cleaning fee, too, I think.”

“Amethyst is on it. Bitch, clean your new older sister up, she’s got a date with a senator tonight.” The stallion fell free completely limp. She had done a fine job milking him.

Mister Pimp pulled out and left Cadence gaped and creamy. The little blue mare’s tongue made her giggle, tickling her steamy little pussy. Candy let her creampie get mopped clean, not caring about that pretty teen gagging as she guzzled a nice, thick load from her hot pussy.

“Why, princess?” Rarity whispered in her ear.

Cadence giggled and looked up. “You’ll see. Your horn still work?” Rarity nodded. “Know a good freeze spell?”

“It’s how I chill the wine and whiskey,” she whispered back, a coy smile on her face. “Have to really dial back.”

“Then wait for the signal, you’ll know when.”

“Chop chop, ladies, time is fucking, and fucking is money.” He snapped her fingers, and Rarity was going for an acting award as she snapped to attention, marching off behind him, shivering as if she had a miniature orgasm. Cadence didn’t have to act, the little blue wonder squeaked on her clit, making her squirt a little sudden orgasm. She hopped to her hooves and had to brace on the operating table, panting as she got her balance back. Candy pulled her denim panties up in record time, hustling to catch up. She strutted along, mind racing with fantasies of riding stallions of every caste for pennies to millions, tail whipping the little unicorn in the face.

Reality sank back in as she climbed into the limo, taking her seat under the brute’s metal arm, Rarity under his other, the poor little blue bitch wearing her knees even more ragged as she curled in a ball between his hooves. Cadence purred, stroking his chest, getting ignored as he talked to himself. “Heeey, Gold Stein! Still on for our date tonight?” His pupils were glowing, and Cadence gathered that whoever he was talking to wasn’t there, perhaps the technologic magic was letting him speak to the stranger far away. “Better. Got a top of the line doll for you this time, tall, tight as a fucking vice, total freak. If you liked Diamond, you’ll go gaga for Candy. Oh yeah. She’ll do everything you want and more, and you’ll consider passing our little bill, right?” He nodded on as the limo passed into the dizzying hive of the city center. Despite it being midnight, the clock in her vision said so, Cadence saw throngs of ponies and other folk busying the city streets. Vehicles choked the thoroughfare, though it was the last thing on the stallion’s mind. “I say, that’s not very gentlecoltly of you, my dear elected representative. Me and my own have bent over backward, the sluts literally, catering to your depraved desires. Would be a shame if the net saw you in that ladies underwear with a strapon up your-” he stopped, his hawkish grin souring, Cadence thanked whatever higher power intervened to pause his dialogue. “Then all you gotta do is sign the god damn encyclopedia sized bill, you corrupt piece of shit,” he snarled. “You’ll get your pussy. I’ll keep your secret. Our friends in Canterlot and Neigh City alike will keep their desks occupied and their pockets full.”

He slumped back, smiling that shit eating grin. She looked at Rarity, getting a smile. “It’s gonna be okay,” Cadence whispered, getting a nod. She giggled girlishly as a metal hand patted her cutie mark, half hidden by her blue shorts.

“Good news and bad news, bitches,” he said, magically tugging his expensive looking tie tight. “Good news, you won’t have to touch that fat fuck tonight, he’s doing what politicians do while south of the border, don’t ask and I won’t have to tell,” he sneered, giving an exagerated shiver. “I almost feel sorry for you idiots, I wouldn’t touch him with an electrified pole. Bad news, well, for you, we’ve got another playdate. Prick wants his friends to get their pricks wet, so we’re gonna pop in and have ourselves a good, profitable time, doesn’t that sound lovely?”

The limo pulled into a garage under the tallest looking building, Cadence thought it was, anyway. She climbed out, they left Amethyst behind, lucky her. High heeled shoes clacked on concrete, and they went into an elevator guarded by a stallion with a jaw wider than Cadence’s waist. She was worried she had missed her shot in the operating room. Her magic pussy was her first and last idea. “You’re not gonna leave me all alone with strangers, are you, daddy?” she whispered, blinking at him, wishing she didn’t have heels and could look up at the awful stallion, now eye to eye.

“Well, I suppose I could play with my pets, but not before the nice stallions upstairs get a chance. I’m still reloading, little bitch,” he whispered, his metal thumb tugging her big bottom lip down. “Oh, fuck me. Diamond, makeup, quickly, get the two of you dolled up. Why didn’t you do it in the fucking car, idiot?”

He reached into his coat, past a mean looking little gun, and pushed a small black box to Rarity’s big tits. The unicorn magically opened it and lined her lips, looking in the little mirror. Cadence helped herself, cheek on Rarity’s to share the tiny mirror. If they weren’t streetwalking whores, this might be fun.

Cadence couldn’t lie to herself, this was sort of fun! She smiled and doubled up her eyeliner, giving herself playful, slutty wings, Rarity opting for a more Pharoah gutterslut look. They were caricatures of whores in the mirror. “Fucking incredible,” he said as the number above the elevator read three digits, and she felt a little weightless as the number rested on 147. The makeup went back into his suit jacket and off the three walked.

The elevator opened to a penthouse more lavish than she’d ever seen. Two waterfalls fell from a balcony flanked by staircases. In the center of the circular room was a red carpeted recessed lounge, a massive gem for a table. On the jewel’s cut surface lay powder in thick lines. Cadence looked to Rarity, the unicorn’s nostrils already twitching. “I’ve never done drugs before,” she hissed, wings unfurling, heels no longer clicking as they walked on carpet.

“Shut up, bitches. Party’s here!” the pimp shouted, snapping her fingers. Rarity fell to her knees, wailing, Cadence clutched her thick, soft thighs and shook, falling over her, giggling at the fun of acting. She tossed her mane as a thin pegasus colt took her hand and helped her up, while another earth pony stallion who didn’t look much heavier got Rarity on her wobbly hooves. “I always forget that happens,” he laughed, lying. “Hugo, Candy, Candy, Hugo,” he said. His finger went around the room. “Trunnion, Bolt, Zap, Blue, Two, Applesauce,” he droned on, pointing at stallions in ill fitting and cheap looking suits. She didn’t bother to memorize any names, she doubted he even knew. He elbowed a stallion, fingers rubbing with his thumb, but he was ignored.

The two mares were sat at the giant gem table, and Cadence could see behind the little lounge was a bar, with a balcony beyond. There was more she couldn’t see, and she was sure there was a palace worth of rooms and halls of the same shiny black stone, a far cry from the slums where they had started. Cadence wasn’t sure if this was better than the twenty bits in an alley she had refused, though it was pointless to worry.

“Hey, babe, nice to meet you,” a young colt said, his gold eyes and his white hands were on her body. She sat up into the petting as Rarity shied away from two more touching her, prying her legs open. “Want a drink?”

“I’d love one!” she chirped, beaming, batting her eyelashes. “You’re cute,” she giggled, fingers tracing his jaw. She gasped and smiled as a martini glass was levitated to her. “Such service,” she purred. Her own magic took the drink. She sipped, moaning, it was really good, whatever it was, the booze biting at her throat. Cadence gulped it back and sighed, letting another colt take it away, accepting and downing a second. For this many stallions, a little loosening up would go a long way.

“Damn, bitch,” he laughed, pulling her onto his lap. Her wide hips covered his lap entirely.

Cadence swished left and right as she leaned back, her little hands putting his palms on her big, soft, motherly breasts. “I was thirsty,” she giggled.

“That fucking doc works wonders,” the pimp sighed, shaking his head. “Now a good time?” he asked a tall stallion in a turtleneck. They both walked away into a side room, one she wanted in badly. Hopefully he’d take his coat off, he’d be easier to deal with unarmed, she was ready with her crystaling spell. Cadence relaxed, moaning, a loose eye showing Rarity was offered a little powdered mirror. She turned back to see she, too, was being generously given the chance to snort her way to happiness. She was, however, surprised to have her coke laid along a firm, pulsing, veiny cock.

She breathed hard, shaking a bit, more nervous of doing narcotics than snorting along a stallion’s hot member. This was a dream, she reminded herself, and put her muzzle on his flat tummy. Cadence sighed out and kissed her way down, drinking in his natural, stallionly smell, stopping at the base of his cock. These weren’t the workhorses in the barn, but they still smelled wonderful. She poshly put a finger over one nostril, then began to inhale fast and deep, walking up his long shaft. She immediately coughed from the powder smacking into her sinuses. There was nothing but an annoying tickle from her nose fighting the dust invading her nasal passage, but the rush came soon after like a crushing kick to her brain. Cadence shouted and sat back. Her wings unfurled, her body lit up like a bonfire. Her heart thundered in her chest. She hyperventilated, snorting and coughing as the rush just kept hitting her, not to mention the smell of stallion riding on the wave, making her clit wink hard against the lip of her denim panties. “AaaaAAAAH!” she wailed and arched her back, a dozen stallions laughing and touching her.

She opened her eyes to find a heat all around her head. Four stallions had teamed up to blanket her face in dick. She realized that the powdered shaft was right in front of her, so she kept on snorting, beaming as she bathed in the warmth of so many fat cocks. His dick was in her mouth next, moaning and slurping the dry powder, swallowing the seas of spit her mouth made to dilute the chalky stuff. It didn’t taste good, though she mostly just tasted fresh dick. She cupped one stallion’s balls and began to stroke another shaft, diving hooves first into the depravity.

Rarity was suffering a similar scene, she couldn’t keep the colts off her like she could Applejack, well, mosty. Cadence did her damndest anyway, getting to the carpet and doing her duty on her knees. She lost track of who was who, gagging and throating as loud and hard as she could, full of energy. It was the Las Pegasus’ high school locker room all over again, she giggled, picturing the stains on her cheerleader outfit that never did come out.

“Here, bitch, spit in this. Fuck, you’re such a freak!” She had her horn pulled hard, she nearly lost her drinks at the brutal throat-fucking, lungs burning, she was forced to push her muzzle in his rough pubic fur for an hour, she was sure of it. But she was let up, rasping and coughing and sucking ragged breaths. Cadence held whatever she was given, gladly spitting up sheets of slimy spit into what seemed to be a dog bowl. She sat back on her haunches, a glimpse showing Rarity was left to the runts, everyone wanted a piece of Candy. She beamed with pride, looking up at a dozen stroking stallions. Someone even had a camera.

This wasn’t a little group fuck in the home team’s locker room, this was a gangbang porno! She was smiling ear to ear, gladly getting on her knees, face in her new dish. She whined, wobbling her ass, letting someone pour baby oil all over her cutie marks, soaking her shorts. Cadence rolled her hips up and down, giving them all a show as her ass glistened. Hands rubbed it in, at least four, up and down her back and thighs and around to molest her big chest. Eventually she was nude, save her cute fishnets squeezing her soft tits. She looked up when someone gripped her horn and fed her some more flare, leaking delicious, slimy precum. She sank down to the base, gagging loud as she could, back arching when someone filled her pussy. Cadence was in heaven, rocking back and forth like a saw, throating and hilting studs in front and behind. She wasn’t sad when she was ordered to spit her cum out, looking up, tongue drooling frothy milky cream into her bowl. She frantically slurped it up and spat it out again, giggling, magic tugging her big, sexy hair out of her face. She even kissed at the camera before her next lover filled her throat.

The fun didn’t stop. She got a warning with a lubed up finger diving up her ass, the next stud wanted her backdoor and Cadence couldn’t say no- she was busy choking. He wasn’t too big, thank goodness, though she was almost sad he didn’t last more than a minute. She groaned and smiled, this load coming to land on her happy, messy face.

Time got away from her, she was so distracted that when a little text box popped up in her vision, she only wanted it to go away. “I’m getting called to the private room with you know who. I need your help, Candy.”

Candy’s eyes fell from the camera, tongue still out as she masturbated another stud, flaring, seconds from firing. Rarity was on her hooves, dabbing her face clean, fixing her makeup. Cadence heard the pimp shout out in his well-to-do accent, though there was so much commotion, she couldn’t make out what he was saying, nor was she able to focus enough to send a wireless message back. Rarity really needed a tutorial with her weird dreams! She just looked up when the first hard grunts came, catching load number four, or six, maybe, on her tongue.

Cadence felt empty, all holes throbbing and aching. She slumped onto her side, giggling, looking at the half full dog dish. The sperm was frothy, white strands swam in snotty soup, she could smell her saliva and all the spunk. It was disgusting. She lifted the bowl and smiled at the stallion with his glazed cock dangling down, camera in his hand. “Was I a good girl?” she said, voice hoarse. Cadence beamed and rocked her head to and fro, giggling.

“Oh you’re a little freak, bitch, drink up, baby.”

“Mmm, yes sir, I’m such a good girl,” she whispered, licking her full lips, lipstick long mopped from her smile. She lifted the plastic bowl to her mouth and inhaled slowly through her lips, she could feel the warmth. The soupy cream filled her mouth, it clung to her teeth, a few hairs tickled her cheeks and tongue. She closed her eyes and held her breath, forcing the awful mix down. She sighed out, showing her throat like she knew they liked, then gulped again, listening to the groans of the guys that hadn't excused themselves. It took six difficult swallows, the gunk was so nasty, the flavor lingered. Her tummy was moving on its own, she gagged a few times, but after a burp, she was pretty confident it was going to stay down. Fairly confident. She slumped back, still shaking. It was a fast burn, she was sore, but Candy won. They were spent, and she could take another after a break.

“Want another drink, baby?” a stallion said, offering her a towel. She took it and began to pat herself dry.

“Oh, no thank you,” she replied, lurching and gagging again. “I’m full.” The stallions had a laugh at her, she smiled as a couple used her hair to wipe their wet cocks. She looked up when someone with a pale hand reached down. It was the first stallion who helped her up after her fake orgasm. The past five hours, according to the clock in her head, had zipped by. Cadence got to her hooves and tugged her booty shorts up. She yelped at a wet, warm touch to her wet, sore pussy, it was a mare she didn’t recognize. “Thank you boys, I gotta go say hi to daddy, then I’ll be back to hang out,” Cadence purred, giving them a wink. She could almost see them all fall over. “Ah, that’s very kind of you, miss,” she whispered, hand on her mane. She was an adorable little yellow number with long blue hair with surprisingly massive, soft tits. Cadence held her horn, flexing her kegels to help push out all the hot cum locked in her little slit, magic tugging the denim mostly out of the way. She was sore, but the unicorn kept on finding more cum in her pussy and swallowing it down. She seemed pleasured, whoever she was, so Cadence let her go until she was clean, and her pussy was hot and bothered all over again. She finally pushed her off, giving her a sweet kiss as thank you, getting a sour taste of that raw spunk and her sweet little pussy. The soreness was beginning to fade, but that lovely, annoying ache still lingered in a significant capacity. Fake or not, her cunt felt real to her.

Cadence found the room spinning, but a princess was made out of tougher stuff. She had never tried coke before, but she found her dizziness worrying. Was this what it was like to come down? A cool drink of something strong later and the room was slowing its spinning enough for her to work.

Candy looked at her lap. Her denim panties were absolutely saturated. She stripped them off and helped her effectively nude self to the conference room, she thought it was, anyway, and walked on in. Rarity, the pimp, and the tall earth pony in the turtleneck were inside the long room. Windows overlooked the outside, the first pinks of dawn were showing against the half shut blinds. Skyscrapers and flying vehicles and neon signs dominated even the dawn skyline of this city. Inside the dark room, likely fake plants and tacky art lined the walls, all of the pictures were thoughtless modern swirls and colors that conveyed no particular emotion. Mister pimp sat with his back to the door on a black sofa, a gorgeous little violet maned white unicorn riding his lap, white tits in his face. She had her sex face on, he wasn’t small. Their eyes met, and to Rarity’s credit, she didn’t react. The other stallion was just closing a briefcase, in a leather chair facing to Cadence’s left. The princess shut the door behind her and clicked the lock.

“What’s up, Candy?” the pimp said without looking back. “I don’t remember inviting you back here, daddy’s busy.”

“I got bored,” she said as bratty as she could. “Daddy’s friends got tired too fast.” Her hooves took her around the couch and sat at his side, eyes cataloging what was on the table. A tall stack of boxes stood two feet high, each big as wedding ring holders, with little labels that she couldn’t quite read. Surely they were a token of this odd futuristic fantasy, no doubt worth a lot of money. Next to it was a pair of pistols. Both stallions disarmed in a show of mutual respect, or so she assumed. “Can I ride next?” she purred, stroking his chest.

“Ah, sure, since Father Virgin over here doesn’t want any pussy. You done yet, bitch?” he snarled, cracking his metal hand on that white ass. Candy was one part jealous, three parts not. Rarity let out a howling scream and leaned back, whimpering, nodding. The red handprint over her three blue diamonds was growing black and blue.

“Yes, daddy,” she squealed. With her clit kissing his coarse blue pubes, Rarity’s flat tummy had a delicious little bulge. Father Virgin didn’t want any pussy? Cadence hummed to herself, thinking fast as Rarity climbed off with a gasp, a gape, and a dribble all over his lap.

The pimp slapped his thigh. “Reverse cowgirl, even though your tits are better.” Cadence gave Rarity a posh kiss on the cheek and took her place, straddling her boss. The unicorn sat back, her face was hard to read, was she jealous with her ears flopped back?

She put her pussy on his wet flare and sighed as she sat slowly, filling herself with the biggest dick on the entire floor. She pushed herself down, forcing her durable, yet delicately soft pussy down around that fuckpole. It stretched her out so much, she could even see her own flat belly sporting a round little hill. “Shit!” she exhaled, shaking a little, hand on her belly. “So big!” There was little acting as she sat back, her big soft breasts getting groped hard. She clamped her eyes as Rarity curled up beside them, then began to ride. Her hooves on the floor, she put her palms on the cushions and began to push her hips up and drop them, making his shaft aim forward. She got herself accustomed to the warmed up stud, groaning hard as he bit her shoulder, making her wings unfurl. She swallowed and summoned her focus.

“Rarity?” she thought as loud as she could. “Can you hear me?” She opened her eyes and saw a box with text upon it, her exact words, with a blinking line at the bottom. “Fuck!” That message was sent, too, making her bite her lip to mute a giggle.

“Yes, darling, are you ready? What’s the plan?” Rarity laid her head on the pimp’s right shoulder as he began to buck his own hips, giving that pink butt a sharp slap from his metal hand.

“Ow! Bastard. When he cums, I’ll clamp down, you freeze his hand. Can you use one of those guns to take out Father Virgin?” It finally crossed her buzzed mind that that might not be his real name.

“His name is Killing Time, and yes, but I’ve never shot anyone!” Cadence arched her back and sang a harsh moan through her teeth, this fucker was fucking hung!

She gasped when his metal fist gripped his neck. No! Rarity couldn’t freeze his hand if it was on her like this! But he was screaming through clenched teeth now, and she could feel that flare! Cadence sat hard, pussy quivering, half clamping, half on its own. “It’s your dream! These ponies aren’t real, just-”

“Now, darling, don’t worry.”

So much for a plan. Cadence closed one eye and found the menu, sort of, thing, and deliberately clenched her hydraulic kegel muscles as tight as she could, squeezing that massive cock in her stretched little pussy painfully tight. The stallion inside her howled out with a new kind of sound. His fist opened instead of tightened, yanked away with sparkling blue magic. Cadence looked at the stallion in the chair diagonal to her. Then she leaned forward to shoot her hand out for a weapon. The stallion moved faster.

Her hoof kicked out and met his fingers badly, an awful meaty impact had him shouting and yanking his grizzly fist away, his pointer finger at an awful angle she didn’t like to think about. Her leg curled and brought the bigger gun clattering to the floor. He was reaching out with his other hand, and her hoof lashed out again, this time getting yanked. Her body sat hard on that shaft to lift her other leg and scoop the second pistol toward her. His yanking on her one leg dragged her and the screaming pimp forward just enough for her other hoof to reach. Candy kicked out to shovel the other gun toward her, but Rarity was throwing her magic into the frantic, uncoordinated scramble. She gasped when it was lifted into the air with blue magic and dropped into a dainty pale hand.

“Not a muscle, creep,” Rarity snarled, sniffling, not looking when she held mister Pimp’s wrist in her icy grip. He grunted and struggled, but was too distracted getting his pride squeezed in a vice to truly fight. Frost formed on his fingertips, then the palm and thumb, finally even the back of his hand was pale with frozen moisture. A hiss came out, making Cadence flinch, her side chilled by a spray of something icy and wet. His fingers curled up tight like a dead spider’s legs, hoses sticking out of his wrist like rotting tree trunks from a frozen mire, hollow and useless. She wiped at her side to see the brittle lines of tendons and hydraulics were snapping one by one, she relaxed and stood.

That little clamp and hours of sex and drugs had taken their toll. Cadence stumbled forward, knocking their plastic fortune all over the floor. She palmed the carpet until she found the chrome gun, lifting it with a grunt, the thing was huge as her head, and fucking heavy! With her tits on the table, ass in the air, she added her own barrel to keep the snarling stallion holding one hand in the other from advancing. “Make my fucking day!” she whimpered, mopping her bangs out of her face. She could feel the molten seed pouring out of her aching sore pussy and all over her thighs. “Take a seat, that’s a good boy,” she said, panting hard, standing tall, using two hands to hold the weapon.

“His horn!” Cadence gasped and saw the barrel of the gun lifting in a glow of the pimp’s magic. She snapped her gaze to him and pictured Sombra’s O-face. Dammit, girl, think about something besides sex! She whipped her gaze, seeing the spiral grooves of the barrel looking back at her, and focussed. Her hands were nothing to the strength of his magic. Cadence welled energy in her horn and closed her eyes, picturing those black crystals. The spell was fresh in her memory, Twilight had insisted in practice with it. She opened her eyes and shrieked when something loud rang out, making her ears ring.

The princess opened her eyes to see the stallion scrambling, laying on his side, clutching his horn. “Woah!” The gun’s weight dragged her down, she had to take a half step forward to not fall over. She looked at the pimp sitting up again, black crystals stuck on his horn like rock candy. “I did it! Take that, you bastard!” She smugly toted, cocking her hip and trying to spin the pistol on her finger, yelping when she dropped the heavy piece. It floated in her magical grip, much safer there.

The pimp was hyperventilating, both hands behind his head in Rarity’s magical grip. “Good thing we didn’t shoot, we don’t need any more boyfriends ruining the show.”

“That could have gone worse,” Cadence sighed, motioning for mister Virgin Time, or whoever, to sit on the floor. “Ah, on your hands, mister. I’ve got a few questions for the both of you.”

“Smart, for a mare-OW!” Cadence turned to the smart mouthed pimp just in time to see a little chrome handgun handle crashing across his jaw, then again. Even with Rarity’s slight frame, the weight of it bloodied his muzzle. “Maybe I had that coming, dear.” CRACK! “OW! Fucking bitch! Stop!” He spat out, something gold flying from his mouth to the floor. “Shoulda sold you like the fucking cattle you are-” CRACK!

“I can go all day, darling.” The unicorn was panting now. Rarity was fashioning a bit of cordage to tie his hands with her green belt. “BDSM trick of the trade,” she said, winking to the pink princess.

“Not bad, girl. Not bad.” She nudged the second stallion in the ribs with her hoof to sit on his ass, a glance at his finger told her it was definitely broken. “Sorry, cutie, allow me.” A bright blue magic cradled his finger and moved the bones into place, and to his credit, he only growled. A little flash and his fingers were good as new. Well, good enough, she never was much good at the healing spells. “Now mister Pimp, we have a couple of questions.”

“I thought I was supposed to shut up,” he snarled, spitting red on the floor.

“You were, now, you’re going to tell us what we know.” Cadence put her ass in the seat perpendicular to the sofa on which the bastard sat, where Murder Time had sat, then laid a hoof on the sitting stallion’s shoulder. “Not you, dear, you’ve been wonderful and we’re thrilled to have you.”

Rarity giggled and caressed that pale stallion’s jaw, making him recoil. “Who the fuck are you, bitch?”

“Your best wet dream.” She glanced to Rarity, who rolled her eyes. “I’ve been waiting to use that one, no? C’mon, your worst nightmare, your best- ugh, okay, nothing ventured. I’m Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, but you can call me Cadence. Candy is just my stage name,” she said, leaning forward, both hooves falling to the carpet. She plucked the leather coat off the little rack near the door with her magic and felt the pockets, jackpot. She floated a pack of smokes to herself. Even in the cyberfetish future, some things never change. “Horrible habit, thanks for supporting it.” She lit the expensive looking cigarette with her magic and exhaled into the air. “What's your name? Your real name, not the one you’ve given yourself.”

The stallion bit his bloodied lip and looked at his useless wrist. No longer frozen, the metal tendons were shattered, the hydraulic hoses ruptured. “Before the name change,” he sighed, leaning back, glaring over his right shoulder where Rarity was leaning. “I was Fancy Pants. Stupid name, really.”

“Oh my gosh!” Rarity gasped, flinching back, taking a step away. “Fancy?! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

He looked at her with a slimy frown, but his posture softened. “I just- maybe it was a subconscious desire awakened,” he said with a somber laugh. “I feel sober now, like this was all happening while I was blacked out drunk. Now I remember, it’s so odd, I’m so sorry.” He gulped and fidgeted, eyes on his limp cock. It looked fine, well, it looked gorgeous to the princess. Dream, he’s fine, he’s totally fine, she reminded herself.

“Something came into my bedroom one night and ripped my hand clean off with this- green fiery magic, I can’t describe it. I was knocked right out and awoke in the back of my limo. I just, sort of, knew I was a pussy peddler, agh, but now saying that seems- foul! I’m so sorry, even if you two did assault me. That hurt, you know, princess. I thought that was you.” Rarity magically undid his belt to let him paw at his flaccid cock lifting it, letting it drop. From where she sat, things seemed to be in working order.

“Are you alright, Fancy?” Rarity whispered, leaning over his shoulder.

He smiled. “Nothing but wounded pride, hope it won’t be sore when I wake up.”

“So you know it’s a dream?” Cadence asked, ashing on the floor.

The unicorn nodded. “Now I do. It’s like I woke up from a dream, odd idea as that is. I don’t suppose there’s some sort of irony, I never was good with literature.”

“That green magic,” Cadence said, idly stroking her fingers through the chocolate brown mane of the stallion sitting before her. He leaned into it, smiling. “Did you hear a voice? See its source?”

The unicorn put one hoof on his opposite knee, metal hand in his lap now. “I’m afraid not on the source. Though it was familiar, I swear, I could almost see Canterlot on the afternoon of your royal wedding, your highness. My sympathies for the whole ordeal before the wedding proper, your majesty.”

“Cadence, please,” she exhaled, blowing smoke into the air. “There's a good reason, it was changeling magic. Chrysalis has been attacking Rarity and her friends in their dreams. We even confirmed it with King Sombra. Long story,” she said, putting up her palm. “So that’s where we need all the information you have, Fancy.”

He looked away, tapping his chin with his good hand. Rarity took the massive leather jacket and pulled on the oversized thing to pretend to restore her modesty, a pointless gesture Cadence decided not to follow. “Well, now that I think of it, the news bulletins and advertisements around Neigh City have had lots of changeling motifs. The bug winged symbols, swiss cheese patterns in the signage.”

Cadence got up and looked out the window, and sure enough, the largest billboard was broadcasting an illuminated advertisement for horn cream, with the bottle showing that jagged changeling style. “Is she stupid, lazy, or playing with us?” she mumbled out loud.

Cadence turned around and put her half burnt cigarette out on the dirt of a fake plant. “I suppose it doesn’t matter. She knows these dreams, she knows I’m hunting her. So she knows I’m not afraid of that ugly bug butt!”

Rarity giggled, making the princess smile. “Don’t worry, darling. We’ll squash her soon enough.”

“No hard feelings, right, dear? I cannot put into words how sorry I am.”

Rarity opened her mouth to speak, but Cadence saw she had nothing to say. “You were following Chrysalis’ orders,” Candy butted in, “whether you knew or not. Sex is a wonderful, powerful thing. When used selfishly, it’s also destructive. It can interfere with our deepest securities, and if that stupid bug knows it or not, she’s doing real harm. We have to stop her. And we will.”

Rarity leaned over and gave Fancy a tight hug. They departed and smiled at one another. “I forgive you, Fancy. It wasn’t your fault.”

“That’s wonderful, Rarity. I couldn’t fathom making an enemy of one of the most generous, beautiful, and kind ponies I have ever met. And, I dare say, worst of all, I was afraid I had lost a friend.” He put his good hand on his knee, then brought his legs together to hide his cock as it climbed back into his sheath. “Well, that’s that, then. Um, how do we go about waking up, then, princess?”

She lit her horn and put on a coy smile. Cadence put her hot thigh on the earth pony’s cheek and stroked his mane, smiling down at the cute stallion. “Allow me-”

“She’s in Ponyville, you know,” the deep voiced stallion spoke at last.

All eyes shifted to him. “Excuse me, darling?” Rarity spoke, leaning forward. All eyes fell to him.

He looked to her. “Yeah, she’s in Ponyville. Or near it, I think. I saw her in my dreams, too, told me to shut up and play my part, didn’t even bother with a disguise.”

“And you… just did?!” Cadence scoffed, staring down at him.

The stallion simply nodded. “Hit me with that magic of hers, didn’t even give it a second thought after that. Left bitchin up a storm about ‘that pink bitch ruining her plans’ and ‘Ponyville was too bright and cheery’ and on and on. Bragged she was hiding out in disguise, too, didn’t know where, or what she looked like in, ya know, her disguise and all.”

“I had a feeling she was onto us,” Cadence grumbled, taking a seat at the tall stallion’s side, cozying up to his warm turtleneck. She let him drape an arm over her shoulder, letting her indulge in his rich, manly scent. She sighed out and rested her arm along his thigh, fingers kneading the flesh under his slacks. She giggled and began to paw along his firm, hot shaft, but he didn’t respond much. “Figures. She’s frustrated I keep ruining her plans,” she purred, nuzzling back into the tall stallion’s lifted chin. “It’s no matter, we’ll get her yet. Rarity, have you been visited by any strangers recently?”

The unicorn pulled her hooves close to her round butt, hiding more in that oversized jacket. “A few, but Ponyville is growing so fast, I couldn’t say. I’m social, but not a savant, darling.”

“Fair,” she sighed. “Who is-”

“Pinkie!” Rarity blurted, chortling, getting cozy with the stallion who’d been tormenting her for days. “Really, we should have asked her sooner.”

“No use crying over spilled sprinkles.” She smiled sheepishly at Rarity’s rolled eyes. “What? I’m funny!” She grumbled and leaned back, looking at the big stallion holding her. “Wanna fuck, mister? I never did make you purr.”

“Oh, I’m gay.”