Author's Note
Boy howdy it's been a while, huh? Hopefully this is just the start of a series.
As a reminder
This story contains things such as: M/M gayness, Musk (like a ton of it), Hypnosis, Weight Gain, Gooning, Dumbing Down, Smonking the Weed, Transformation, Personality Change, Memory Rewriting, and more I simply cannot remember currently. Feel free to add anything.
Zero actual sex though. That would be lewd.
The Only Chapter
Sunburst stood nervously before the door to a Las Pegasus apartment, shifting nervously on his white-stained hooves as he debated on knocking one more time.
He had already knocked four times before, but maybe the fifth time would be the charm.
Normally he wouldn’t have bothered with a third, though normally he wouldn’t be visiting Las Pegasus in the first place. For one, he was terrified of heights and the structural security of a town built on clouds was enough to give him pause. For another, he was concerned with the town’s quite lax approach to the laws of Equestria.
And no matter how appealing the many shady businesses seemed to Sunburst, magically-induced or otherwise, he was there for Official Business and nothing else.
That’s right, Princess Twilight had personally tapped Sunburst himself to help recruit one of the more interesting applicants to her School of Friendship. And as Vice Headmarestallion, he had to be dependable and effective.
And with this sense of duty in mind, Sunburst leaned forward to knock upon the door again.
But his hoof made no contact, as the door opened before he could knock again. With it came a plume of smoke flowing out into the hallway and a head poking its way out.
The dark grey unicorn opening the door stared blearily at Sunburst for a solid few seconds before a lazy, though friendly, smile overtook his face. “Oh heyyy~ I thought I heard some knocking!” He said with a soft snicker.
As the stallion before Sunburst took a step forward, he was forced to take a step back to give him room. Even while standing fully in front of him now, it took Sunburst a few moments to realize just who the stallion really was.
Meta Jack. Equestrian MagiTech prodigy, business mogul, Equestria’s Most Eligible Bachelor, 30-Under-30 Media Luminary, and the University of Friendship’s most well-known applicant to date.
Sunburst had seen the spreads in the magazines he followed, all of them gushing about Meta’s rapid advancements in the fields of entertainment, business, and even medicine just from the age of 18. And in those spreads, the images shown always painted the stallion as a sharp (both in look and thought), fit, and well put-together.
Though, that was all two years ago. As suddenly as he’d appeared in the public eye, he’d vanished leaving rumors of what projects he may be working on and what his next steps were. At least, until the University of Friendship received his application.
The stallion that stood before Sunburst now was a far cry from what he’d been expecting. A short, chubby, unkempt, and faintly odorous stallion who seemed to be more distracted than anything.
A lazy, goofy grin still hung on Meta’s face as he looked around the hallway both stallions shared. After a loooong moment of looking around Sunburst, humming and grumbling gently as he did so, he finally again looked the taller unicorn in the eye. Though it was a vacant stare, almost as if he was looking through Sunburst.
“So where’s the food?” He asked, scratching a hoof at his shaggy black beard.
Sunburst blinked, looking around for a short moment, then back at Meta. “Uh, food? I don’t- I don’t have any food with me.”
“Mannn, you PostMare guys are always doin’ this to me!” Meta said with a sharp giggle, not seeming displeased with this turn of events despite his lack of food. “If you guys weren’t the only ones who’d deliver to me anymore, I’d probably complain.” His stomach growled loudly, complaining in his stead, so he scratched at the low-hanging gut to quell it. And then absentmindedly lifted the hoof to his nose to sniff it.
Sunburst blushed a bit at this somewhat shameless display of slobbery, but shook his head to set it aside for now. “I’m not here to make any deliveries.” He explained. “My name is Sunburst, and I’m here on behalf of Ponyville’s University of Friendship. You are, um, Mr. Meta Jack, I presume?”
Meta blinked again and, as he did, Sunburst could see the wheels in his head struggling to spin. And then, as if a lightbulb popping to light above his head, he beamed a large grin. “Oh yeah! Totally forgot about all of that. I thought you guys were gonna show up on Sunday?”
“It, erm, is Sunday, Mr. Jack.” Sunburst said softly. “If this is a bad time, we could always reschedule for a better-”
“Nah, nah. Now’s cool.” Meta said, waving a hoof to interrupt Sunburst. “It’s just an interview right? I’m pretty great at those, so come on in!” And without waiting for Sunburst to respond, he spun around and disappeared into his apartment with another giggle.
Apparently not noticing that his short-cropped tail did nothing to hide the low-hanging, full, and pendulously swinging balls of the stallion.
Sunburst flushed, looking away and questioning whether to join the portly stallion, especially with the smell that emanated from the doorway. But as the sour, musky, yet somewhat familiar scent continued to assault his nose, a part of him decided that he could hold out for the length of the interview.
Taking a deep breath, inadvertently inhaling more of the musk, he stepped his way into the apartment, closing the door behind him.
He hardly even noticed as his shaft slowly began to unsheath itself, though thankfully still hidden by the thick robe he was wearing.
Now inside the apartment, Sunburst was immediately assaulted by the still familiar scent of the musk, though now at an increased strength. It took him a moment to realize, but the scent was so familiar because it reminded him of his time at the Canterlot Magical Academy before he left to pursue study in the Crystal Empire.
His dorm, full of rich, jockish stallions who had no care for hygiene, smelled just like it. Though there was still an underlying scent he couldn’t quite place.
Looking around the room, Sunburst could see even more reminders of his college experience and, in his opinion, the cause of the stench that coated the room.
The floor of the room he stood in, clearly the living room on account of the large stained sofa and flashing television, was absolutely covered in discarded clothing, empty soda bottles, and food containers. As he stepped into the middle of the room, he found himself having to do so carefully. Lest his hoof land on a dress shirt with some ominous stains, or one of many greasy looking pizza boxes.
“We’ll absolutely have to have a conversation about hygiene before he moves into the dorms.” Sunburst said to himself, fanning his face with a hoof as the unnatural heat of the room quickly began to get to him. “Uhhh, Mr. Jack? Where’d you go?
“Kitchen!” Came the chipper reply from a room over. “Just make yourself at home while I get a couple things sorted! And quit all that ‘Mr. Jack’ stuff. Just call me MJ.”
“Alright, um, MJ…” Sunburst said. “Take your time, but we really should get this interview started as soon as possible.”
“Yeah we can totally start soon!” MJ said with a giggle that Sunburst didn’t quite understand. “Hey, you want anything while I’m in here?”
Sunburst thought for a moment, then shrugged. “Do you, um, have any tea?”
Another giggle that Sunburst couldn’t understand. “Yeah, but all I’ve got is ‘herbal’.”
“That’s… fine.” Sunburst said softly.
No response from MJ. And so, Sunburst was left to just wait.
As rude as it seemed, Sunburst’s first instinct was to poke about the room. You have to understand, it wasn’t every day he got to spend time in the presence of a tech genius. No matter how ‘eccentric’ they seemed to be.
And, as such, the first object he wanted to inspect was the large television set that sat along the far wall of the room. It was unlike any of the bulky, rounded sets he’d seen ponies in Canterlot own. This one was flat, wide, and hung on the wall instead of having something for it to rest on.
As he took steps closer, deftly stepping over a pile of grungy looking towels, he could faintly hear a slight humming sound coming from the set. He knew that they tended to make noise, but this kind seemed a bit unnatural. Like it was trying to worm its way into his-
The flashing caught his attention. Every now and then a word would flash up on the dark screen of the television and, before he could even begin to make it out, it would vanish as quickly as it appeared. The shape of the darkness beneath the words seemed to keep shifting as well, but Sunburst couldn’t manage to figure out what it was as he continued to stare.
And he stared.
And stared.
Staring and trying to make out the shapes and the words that he felt were so important.
He was only distracted away as the heat of the room finally became too much. Wiping his forehead clear of sweat, he only now realized how sheerly uncomfortable the heat was making him. From his head to his hooves, every bit of him was suddenly covered in a layer of sweat.
Sunburst huffed loudly, shaking his head as the heat and musk were doing wonders to cloud his mind. Wanting direly to alleviate his discomfort, and maybe not thinking too clearly, he quickly unclipped the clasp holding his robe around his neck and let it fall to the floor.
Finally to the world, Sunburst’s full form was revealed. He stood tall in the room for a brief second, a little above average for a normal unicorn stallion, before relaxing his posture with a deep sigh as his heat was alleviated for the moment. His newly relaxed, somewhat hunched position made his normally fit, trim belly look a bit more bloated than usual.
As Sunburst absentmindedly scratched at said belly, it only seemed to slowly swell outward a tiny bit and jiggle against his hoof.
It took a moment for Sunburst’s brain to catch up, his attention yet again grasped by the TV and the gentle, everpresent thrumming that came from it. It was only when he drew in a deep, tired breath that he was yet again distracted away.
This time, however, due to a new smell present in the room. This one, much more familiar to Sunburst.
The smell was a headier musk that seemed to grow in strength as Sunburst moved around the room to search for its source, sniffing about as his mind continued to fog up. It was only when he began to sniff himself, lifting a foreleg to press his snout deep against the pit, that Sunburst truly found the source.
The strength of the musk he found dripping from his body was enough to bring him back to reality for a moment, shaking his head as he began to cough.
“Oh dear Celestia! I- I thought I put deodorant on today!” Sunburst squeaked out between his coughs.
But as he said that, he just couldn’t be sure. If he reeked this much, wouldn’t it make much more sense that he forgot to put any on before he left for Las Pegasus? He was in such a rush to meet MJ, so it made sense that he would forget a few things, especially as a stallion as forgetful as him.
As confusion began to creep into Sunburst’s brain, he slowly shook his head. He just forgot to put on deodorant, as he usually did. Memories suddenly came to the forefront of his mind of his time at Canterlot’s community college, before he dropped out of course, and how ponies would grimace as they passed him by and smelled the musk that dripped off of him.
It was normal for him at this point. Just something small that kept slipping his mind as he rushed to… whatever was so important.
It was usual enough that he just stopped caring about it. Breathing deeply, taking in the very natural and normal scent of his strong musk mixed with the musk of the rest of the room, he gave a gentle smile.
Beneath him, his shaft finally began to twitch itself awake after having dropped from his sheath long ago, his exhibitionism only being hidden by his robe until now. And now, his stiffening member began to press lewdly against his plush gut, twitching and smacking against it as he began to drool precum.
Whether Sunburst didn’t notice or just didn’t care was unknown, even to Sunburst himself.
All he could do was just continue to stare at the TV, a bleary grin on his face as he finally was able to read a few words like ‘musk’, ‘horny’, ‘drooling’, ‘dumb’, ‘stroke’, and ‘goon’’. There were more, probably a dozen messages that flashed on the screen, completely illegible to Sunburst’s conscious brain currently.
As he moved to sit down on the sofa, he moaned softly as his dominant hoof casually wrapped around his twitching, ten inch shaft and began to stroke slowly. If he could stop, he definitely didn’t want to. Despite the slowly shrinking part of his brain that was screaming at him to maintain what little decency he had left.
Though that part was severely drowned out as just the tentative strokes of his hoof seemed to rock Sunburst’s brain with pleasure.
It was only then that MJ emerged from the kitchen, eager to see his handiwork. With him, he carried a tray, though with no tea that could be seen.
With a grin, he saw exactly what he’d expected to see. The formerly reserved, somewhat well put together stallion he’d met at the door was now stroking himself openly on his sofa, moaning out lewdly as he stared vacantly at the hypnotic spirals that played on the TV screen.
Sweat covered the orange stallion, and had already begun to pool around his fat, jiggly rump. Also jiggling, though as time ticked on it began to more resemble wobbling, was the gut that had grown on the formerly trim Sunburst. As he continued to pump his drooling eight inch shaft, he found himself needing to lean back and heft his gut with his non-stroking hoof in order to keep it out of the way.
“Looks like you’re having fun, bro.” MJ said with a grin, snickering softly as he set his tray down on the table before Sunburst, revealing that it contained nothing but two tightly packed joints. “Mind if I join ya, cutie?”
Without even waiting for a response from the mostly preoccupied Sunburst, MJ planted his round rump right beside Sunburst’s on the couch, close enough that their sweaty cheeks were pressed against each other. Ignoring that there was an ample amount of room on the sofa otherwise, or doing so despite that fact.
At the clattering of the tray and the sudden, teasing touch, Sunburst snapped back to some semblance of awareness. He turned to look at his companion, though his stare still remained a bit vacant. “Dude, um, MJ? What’s… what’s going on?” He asked slowly, his question interspersed with increasing moans and whimpers as his hoof continued to roll up and down his thick, drooling shaft. He teetered hopelessly on the brink of orgasm briefly, but his hoof slowed down to a near-halt without his control.
At that, MJ giggled heartily. “Awww, you were so close, weren’t you?” He asked, reaching a hoof over to rub Sunburst’s fat, sweaty gut. “But all those fun little subliminals and binaurals I pumped you full of made it so you just couldn’t, huh? So aaaaall you can do is pump yourself dumb until I let you finish. And doesn’t it feel nice, fatty?”
For a few moments, all Sunburst could do was moan and whimper at MJ’s lurid, yet tempting words. His hips pumped upwards in time with his hoof, making his heavy and full balls, now the size of large plums, slap and churn against the sofa beneath him. A sofa he was practically drenching in all the precum he was now producing.
“It feels sooo… mph~” Sunburst moaned out, his tongue lolling out his mouth as he did so. His mouth remained open for a few moments afterwards, Sunburst panting hot breaths and giving whining moans as his orgasm quickly drew up again and, as his hips bucked uselessly, faded as his hoof ceased its stroking. “P-please, you’ve gotta let me, mmmph, finish. I can’t- I can’t stop pumping~”
As Sunburst let out yet another hot, loud moan, his tongue lolling out again as his eyes crossed, MJ found himself giggling again.
MJ stared at the spiral on the TV, a lazy grin overtaking his face as he appreciated his handiwork, before looking to Sunburst, his more impressive experiment, and spreading his hindlegs wide to join him in his stroking. His nine inch shaft throbbed eagerly, the obsidian tool already coated heavily in precum.
“No can do, dude. You see, I’ve needed a bro like you for a heck of a lot of time. Even before I screwed myself up on this hypnosis stuff.” He gestured briefly to the screen with a hoof, then placed the hoof back on Sunburst’s wobbly gut to continue stroking it. “Used to be that I wanted a smart, dorky guy to spend time with and maybe, mmm, snuggle a bit. But now I just want a big, dumb stud to watch porn with. And, oh, smoke a bit with too~”
He chuckled and, as if reminded by his own words, used his horn to retrieve the joints from the tray on the table. He lit one of them immediately, taking it for himself and not wasting any time in drawing a deep, smokey breath. He held it for a moment, then released it with a wide grin, thick smoke passing through his teeth.
“Damn that’s nice.” He said, though he coughed briefly afterwards. “Aaaanyway, lucky me that I happened on a stud that fit both my needs. Though I don’t think you’re too smart right now.” He laughed, bucking his hips slightly towards Sunburst and letting their asses wobble against each other. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you be that cute dork again at some point. And, hey, I’ll even give you a choice~”
MJ levitated the other joint in front of Sunburst’s face, hanging it just out of reach of the poor, portly stallion. He moaned needily, though he couldn’t exactly understand why yet.
“Doooon’t worry, little gooner~ You’ll get what you need in time.” MJ continued to tease with the joint for a few moments, before taking another puff of his own. “Sooooo, basically this little guy here is gonna finish you off in more ways than one. You’ll shoot that little dorky brain right out your cock for a while. And all you’ll be is my dumb stoner boyfriend for maaaaybe a few days. Coulda made it more potent, but I felt like being nice.” As he said this, he dragged the unlit joint up his shaft, collecting a good amount of precum to soak into it. “If you don’t wanna smoke it, you can go back after another hour of gooning your brain out, and a little bit of deprograming. But if you dooooo~” He let the joint flow to Sunburst’s mouth, leaving it unlit but leaving the musky cigarette on his lips.
In that moment, Sunburst’s mind was split in two.
On the one side, there was Sunburst himself. A slim, dorky, yet well put-together scholar who “graduated” from Canterlot’s most prestigious magical academy more than ten years ago, saved the Crystal Empire, and became a highly respected member of Equestrian society. A stallion that, while admittedly a bit perverse and lewd, was not one to stroke himself openly in the living room of a near-stranger. Despite how hot and horny it was making him feel currently.
On the other side, there was a stallion not yet named. A dim, lazy, rotund stallion who dropped out of Canterlot Community College three or four years ago, the instant classes got too hard. Which was right after orientation, it seemed. Instead, he stuck around the apartment of his smart, studly boyfriend, enjoying porn and pleasure in a fog of musky haze. He was a stallion with a libido as endless as his hunger for cheap, greasy, and fattening food. A true hedonist, this slowly growing personality was.
The orange stallion’s mind was reeling as the new, nameless personality grew heavier in his head. It pushed him, prodding him to just let go and give in to the whims of the stallion beside him. And as the musk grew heavier in the room now that MJ was stroking himself openly and blowing smoke in his face, Sunburst felt his presence waning in the body he once held full control over.
The loss of control scared him, but it was unlike most hypnosis spells he’d played with before. Instead of feeling the controls ripped away from him at the whims of another, he felt like he was simply lending them to the other side. Letting The Hedonist borrow the body while he took a break from the forefront of the mind, and knowing that he could hopefully trust the word of MJ.
And so he gave in.
The Hedonist lit his horn, then attempted to light the joint that still hung on his lips. Being that the body’s magic was weak, it took a few attempts. When lit, he took a deep pull of the joint.
As he did this, the body he shared with The Scholar finally began its final shift. His colors began to dull, the bright orange of his coat dimming to a dark, greasy brown all the way down to the tips of his hooves. His bright blue eyes, as vacant as they were, dimmed to a soft gray. His mane grew out longer, becoming more tangled and messy as it fell into his face, the orange of that turning to a muddy green. His tail’s color shifted similarly, though it became short cropped and tied up.
Better to display his fat rear like that, after all.
Finally his cutie mark, a sunny and clashing reminder of the stallion who once was, faded to a simple depiction of a daisy.
The Hedonist’s brown hoof picked its pace up as he took in another deep pull of the fat joint between his lips. He moaned out loudly, obnoxiously so even, as his hips humped upwards with a dire need for release.
Smiling lazily, giggling a bit to himself, MJ gave The Hedonist a gentle pat on the head. “Thaaaaat’s a good boy. Cum for me. Cum that little dork out for a while, Lack-A-Daisy.”
Lack-A-Daisy. A name that just slid into place, and seemed as if it was always there. Just forgotten in a haze of passion and porn.
As if following orders, Lack-A-Daisy’s apple-sized balls drew up towards the fatpad he called a crotch. His thick shaft surged, twitching wildly as his moans grew to a crescendo.
To call what happened next an eruption would be underselling.
With one final stroke of his shaft, one final hump of his hips, Lack-A-Daisy’s body stiffened. His eyes rolled back in his head and tongue lolled out of his mouth as shot after shot of thick, musky cream fired from his overly sensitive cock.
The first few overshot the two stallions entirely, splattering against the wall and raining a bit down upon them both.
After five shots, they started to splatter across Lack-A-Daisy’s chest and gut. Both of which received a veritable paint job of orange tinged white while the shots only barely lost their intensity.
By twenty, he had begun to pant loudly. His cock’s surging had finally managed to calm down to needy twitches, only a bit of off-white seed leaking out.
Lack-A-Daisy whimpered softly, his hoof beginning to work at pumping his slightly softening shaft again, using the absolute lathering of cum as lubrication for round two. Or was it three? Four?
He could never remember.
He looked over to MJ with a lazy, lopsided grin. “Duuuude, what’d you put in this shit? Made me feel like a whole different stallion.” He let out a long, slow chuckle as he went back to staring at the TV.
Moving quickly, MJ hit a remote and changed the channel to something less magical, but definitely as hypnotic. The display finally changed to something worth masturbating to: a video of a lithe, girly looking Wonderbolt cosplayer getting his jiggly dark grey rump filled by a mostly off-screen stallion.
“Nooothin’ different than usual, dude. You just get way too into it sometimes.” MJ said with a snicker. He leaned forward, the hoof around his cock getting faster for a few seconds. “Mmph, just like that fat cock is gettin’ waaaay into that cute little ass~” He moaned loudly, his hips humping up strongly against a hoof that quickly stopped its stroking.
As he came down from the edge, MJ wrapped a hoof around Lack-A-Daisy, pulling him in for a very sweaty half-hug.
Lack-A-Daisy leaned against MJ, moaning up a storm as his overly sensitive post-orgasm cock throbbed and twitched its way back to fully erect. He looked up to the taller MJ, a bleary grin on his face. “You’re, mm, you’re sooo h-h-hot, dude~ I, um, I l…-”
“Love ya too, slut.” MJ said with a sigh, leaning down to nuzzle Lack-A-Daisy’s cheek. A lightbulb of an idea appearing above his head, he lit his horn again and brought a discarded cloak of stars from the floor towards Daisy. “Now clean yourself up. You’re not done yet.”
Lack-A-Daisy followed orders, staining the cloak with his large load of cum and tossing it aside like a rag. Hopefully its owner wouldn’t mind whenever they came to find it.
As they both turned to stroke to the TV screen, the scene now changing to a Hoofer’s waiter playing with his thick, leaky bulge, MJ smiled to himself. He truly did love his little slobby dork of a boyfriend.
Sunburst found himself swaying at the doors of the Academy of Friendship. He couldn’t remember getting there, nor could he remember what had happened after he entered Las Pegasus. Nor was he quite conscious at that point, his swaying continuing on as he gave a gentle giggle.
An observant pony would note that he seemed a bit rounder than when he left, his cheeks a little fuller on both ends, his gut hanging down just enough for anyone who noticed to poke fun about his sudden weight gain.
An even more observant pony would see that Sunburst was suddenly a touch shorter, now only barely eye-to-eye with the average stallion. His hunch hid this a bit, but were he to stand to full height one would find that it wasn’t quite as full anymore.
And anyone would notice the scent that seemed to follow him. A heady, musky scent only barely hidden by a quick spritz of body spray. A body spray that didn’t do enough to hide the pungent, yet not all too unpleasant scent.
Not unpleasant to Sunburst, at least, who scratched his gut under his cloak, a bleary grin still on his face. His shaft was already dropped from his sheath, but it was for now hidden.
“Uh, Mr. Sunburst, bro?” Came a voice to Sunburst’s side.
Turning quickly, Sunburst practically jumped out of his cloak as he saw MJ standing beside him, staring expectantly. Taking a moment to calm himself down, clearing his throat, he smiled politely up at the cute, portly stallion. “Um, yes, MJ?”
“Weeee’re supposed to be filling out my admission paperwork, right?” He asked with a halting chuckle, then looked at Sunburst with concern. “You feelin’ alright, dude?”
Sunburst blinked, wondering why his still foggy brain didn’t remember any of this. “Oh, yes! It must have, um, slipped my mind!” He forced a chuckle, then cleared his throat again. “I apologize. I’m a little bit…” He didn’t quite have a word for how he was feeling, instead shaking his head.
MJ’s lips drew into a wide grin, elbowing Sunburst softly in the ribs. “Heyyy man, you’ve gotta tell me what you’re smoking. Sounds like some good shit~”
Sunburst’s face flushed red at the mention of smoking, and his shaft surged erect at the same time. “S-smoking? I-I don’t smoke!” He lied, quite obviously, as he brought his hindlegs together slightly to hide his shame.
The urge to drop everything and wrap a hoof around his throbbing member flared brightly in his mind. It took everything in him to fight it, telling himself how utterly inappropriate for a stallion like Sunburst to do something so publicly lewd. Especially in front of a new student.
“Suuuuure you don’t~” MJ rolled his eyes, his grin taking a more teasing look, almost maliciously so. “Well let’s pump on in there. Can’t wait to meet all the cute ponies who go here.”
Sunburst found himself whimpering at the mention of pumping, his shaft surging and shooting a strand of precum onto the ground. “G-go on ahead. I need to take care of something first.”
MJ snickered. “Well don’t take too long. Still don’t know my way around yet.”
He pressed open the doors of the school and sloooowly stepped his way in, his hips swaying teasingly in a way that made his fat ass wobble and jiggle lewdly.
Sunburst had to bite down a moan, his cock throbbing hard again. His body burned with a desire to please himself but, breathing quite a few hot and panting breaths, he slowly came down from the urges that screamed through him.
He didn’t dare move for a few moments, though his shaft slapped against his chubby belly despite this. The nine inch shaft’s defiance sent bolts and shocks of pleasure through the trembling stallion, yet again tempting him to just let go. Be lewd in public.
But he fought that down for now as well. Even as the sight of MJ’s deliciously wide rump burned its image into his brain.
Sunburst breathed a sigh of relief as he yet again stopped himself from giving into the exhibitionist desires that had followed him for years. Even before dropping out of the Canterlot Magical Academy.
Looking around for a brief moment, he stealthily pat one of the pockets that lined the inside of his cloak. The one that MJ had elbowed moments earlier.
Finding the small plastic baggie that he normally stashed there, he breathed another relieved sigh, though bitterly knowing that MJ absolutely felt something.
Following quickly behind the rotund stallion, his eyes locked on that ass as he approached from the rear, Sunburst supposed that a bit of sharing wasn’t wrong.
So long as he didn’t let himself go too far.
