Just Deserts

Chapters

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4

Chapter 1

With his eyes held firmly shut, Fenris stepped from beneath the still pool and into the cool, damp air of the grotto. Water cascaded down his toned body and slickened mane, as he exhaled. He’d only been submerged for what felt like mere seconds, hardly enough for anything of consequence to have transpired, yet when he opened his eyes he paused. Staring back at him, appearing almost wistful, a mirror image of himself solemnly smiled.

“I would apologize for this,” the feminine double soberly stated, “but I’m sure you understand. Derivare et libera…”

A flash of light and wave of heat brought with it a terrible understanding, Fenris hadn’t been looking at a double - no, he’d been the double all along. Every nerve in his body went alight, his legs collapsed beneath him, and he railed against the comprehension of what had been wrought - not out of anger or spite, but because his existence as a proud, domineering stallion was undone in that instant. All he could manage was a contemptuous snarl, as he was remade into a pale shadow of his former self.

“Come now,” Fenris, the real Fenris, glibly stated, “are the theatrics truly necessary, Kennel?”

Kennel, yes, that was the name she’d chosen for herself. The memories came flooding back like a dreadful tsunami of depravity and hedonism. The experiment gone awry, having transformed him into a mare, had awoken a part of him which needed to be addressed. Simply metamorphosing himself back to his original state would have been an adequate way to deal with his dilemma, yet that would have been a waste.

Spending over a month as a mare had been hellish; he’d had to suffer through strange urges, certain parts of him were much too sensitive for his liking, and he’d quickly developed an almost crippling addiction to getting fucked. There was no possible way he could live with himself in such a miserable state, after being reminded of whom he once was, but abandoning all those experiences would have been infantile - as such, he’d settled on an inspired solution for his problem. The answer didn’t lay with destroying the new, slatternly portion of himself - it involved distilling the feminine elements he’d accrued and gifting them to another.

“You’re a bastard,” Kennel growled, pushing herself up.

Rolling his eyes, Fenris offered a hoof. “We both know I am ~ now get up.”

Swatting at the proffered hoof, she unsteadily pushed herself up. She was the outcome of his folly and the whorish desires he’d so ignorantly cultivated. Though they shared memories of a life, her creation marked a crossroads - a divergence of two potentialities. While Fenris would continue to live as a stallion, refining his skills in the dark arts and continuing his philandering ways, she was to be his faithful test subject, assistant, and convenient stress relief.

Locking eyes with him, she bared her fangs. “I will make you pay for this ~ you know that…”

“Oh you’ll try, but it will be impossible. I have my scarf, I retain all the forbidden knowledge I’ve spent years learning, and I am superior to you. Come now, don’t be cross, just accept your fate like a good girl and put this on,” he darkly chuckled, reaching into his bag and producing a pink, studded collar.

Snatching the leather band from his grasp, she rocked back onto her haunches, petulantly grumbled to herself, and clasped the choker around her neck. Arguing with him would be a fruitless endeavor, doing little more than wasting time and potentially digging her hole deeper than it would naturally be. It wouldn’t be long until she went from being figuratively fucked to literally fucked, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t cling tightly to what little pride she had.

“Now this,” he added, waving the end of a leash at her.

“It may be because I’m the one on this side of the lead,” she began, clipping the tether to herself, “but you do realize how pathetic and masturbatory it is to fuck one’s clone, right?”

Leaning in, bringing his muzzle right to her snout, he smirked. “That would imply you don’t want me to bend you over, jam your face into my mattress, and rut you like the needy little bitch you are ~ wouldn’t it?”

The mere mention of being plowed, coupled with being called a little bitch, sent a thrilled shiver up her spine. Not only was Fenris larger and more capable than her, but he was keenly aware of both the psychological and physical means to bring her to her knees. Affixing the leash to her collar, silently cursing the subtle ache in her marehood, she knit her brow.

“So did you decide if you wanted to take me for a walk or if you’d rather bring me home to show me off to Pixel?” she inquired.

“I’m not sure,” he mused, backing away and rubbing his chin. “Let’s let that doubtlessly winking snatch of yours decide.” Trotting around her, ignoring her disdain, he grabbed her dock and pulled her tail up. “Goodness me ~ wet already?”

Launching herself back, without the slightest bit of warning, she ground her pussy against his face. “Have a closer look, you ass.”

The move was as foolish as it was rebellious, but she was past the point of caring. The more she thought about being subjugated, being forced to live an exceedingly demeaning and unwanted life, the angrier she got. Considering he would have his way with her, and that she’d love every second of being subjugated, there was no harm in being a bit disobedient. One way or another, like it or not, her fate had been sealed the second she walked out of the mirror pool.

Fenris reared back and licked his lips, pulling her lead taut. “Bearing that in mind, I think we’ll head home. I hope you’re ready to take -”

“Yes, the long way, I fucking know,” she interrupted. “You’ll want to show me off to everypony in the park.”

The condescending grin on his bewitchingly handsome face was as charming as it was repulsive, yet he coolly slackened her leash and tied the band to his foreleg. “Well then, by all means, lead the way.”

With nothing more to be said, she trotted away from the damnable pond and toward the winding route to the exit. Her creation had created a schism, sending Fenris and herself down two diametrically opposed paths. Up until a few minutes prior, they’d been the same pony, sharing the same thoughts, ideas, and past, but that time was over. Now that the die had been cast, despite having insight as to what he may do, she had no surefire way of knowing how he’d act or what he’d actually do.

In short order, with the stallion keeping pace behind her, she made her way out of the cavern, through the woods at the edge of town, and into the suburbs. It would have been quicker to cut through a relatively small residential neighborhood, but that wasn’t what was expected of her. The worst part about everything, aside from being stripped of her physical and arcane might, was that she was aware that her insubordination would be swiftly punished.

Fenris had a reputation to cultivate, and she would be instrumental in that regard. If or when ponies asked about the wanton mare who just so happened to look like his small, svelte double, she’d take the blame - moreover, she was going to be subjected to rapturous torments beyond her wildest dreams. Willing her tail not to flag, feeling the breeze against her nethers, her thoughts wandered - that was until the collar abruptly dug into her neck.

“What are you…” she fell silent, looking back and seeing him pluck a bit from the sidewalk.

“Oh serendipity,” Fenris hummed, turning the coin over in his hoof. “Two sides of the same whole - ironic, don’t you think?”

“Yes, how very poetic,” she groaned. “If you’re finished with your philosophizing, can we get home? I’m not sure if you’re aware of it, but my stomach, unlike yours, is completely empty.”

With a sinister glimmer in his eyes, he smiled over at her. “I may be able to fix that,” he murmured, lifting the bit. “If it’s heads, you suck me off and earn an appetizer. If it’s tails, I’ll allow you to keep walking.”

Tossing the coin into the air, he stepped back. She would have liked to say that his decision to hinge something so obscene on a game of chance was jarring, but it wasn’t - it’s exactly what she would have done herself. Tracking the metal disk with her eyes, watching it crest and fall to the sidewalk beneath them, she swallowed hard - heads.

“How about that,” he ominously noted, retrieving and stashing the coin. “Shall we?”

“Where?” she grunted, sweeping a hoof at their surroundings. “We’ll both get in trouble if I suck you off right beside the street - besides, don’t you think your first blowjob from me should be somewhere a bit less conspicuous?”

“I disagree,” he countered, “but I see your point.” Lifting his head, he squinted down the road. “I guess you can service me once we return home.”

Huffing in irritation, using what little muscle she had, she stomped forward and pulled him along. “I would have thought you’d drag me to a restroom somewhere, considering I’m your personal whore..”

Catching up to her, he matched his pace at her side. “You’re more of a slut, but I’m sure you’re aware of that. You see, my Dear, whores make money.”

“Thanks,” she seethed, shooting him a murderous look.

Refusing to give him any more attention, or stroke his already bloated arrogance, she strolled ahead of him. Frankly, she was stunned that he hadn’t insisted she degrade herself by blowing him in a public restroom - after all, it would be something she’d have done to a mare. Issuing a silent thanks to the eldritch powers influencing the cosmos, she continued on her way.

It wasn’t until she reached the front door of their home did she slow to a halt. She would have insisted that she get a key, had she not already been aware that she wasn’t going to get one. At best, she’d be treated like a faithful pet - at worst, an outright slave. Cheerfully humming to himself, the bastard unlocked the door, stepped aside, and bowed.

“Mares first,” he blithely remarked, detaching the lead from her collar.

Trotting through the foyer and into the living room, past a very confused kirin on the couch, she smirked. “For the record,” she flatly stated, waving a hoof at their roommate, “he’s got a bigger dick than you do.”

“Awwwww -” Pixel crooned, “somepony’s hoping to get extra - Fenris?!?”

“Surprised to see me - well the regular me?” Fenris muttered, pausing just within the den.

Pixel’s head turned from one pegawolf to another, his eyes wide in shock. “H…how…what?”

“He excised the less desirable parts of himself, formerly herself, into me,” Kennel sighed. “But yes, you still fucked him and he absolutely loved it.”

Though Fenris seemed none too pleased with the slight, he turned his attention from her to his friend. “It’s true, after a bit of introspection and a touch of inspiration, I’ve liberated myself from my - Ahem - unseemly impulses. I actually wanted to thank you for your, shall we say, contribution to all this.”

“Wait - really?” Pixel croaked, easing himself from the sofa. Seeing his friend nod, he nervously laughed. “I…I thought you’d be pissed!”

“Pissed?” Fenris scoffed, trotting over and patting his companion’s shoulder. “My friend, why would I be upset? If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have this scrumptious piece of eye candy around - not to mention the veritable wellspring of knowledge I gained from the experience,” he replied, slipping his foreleg around the stallion’s neck. “But if you ever speak of the things we did to anypony, I assure you, death would be a mercy…”

Kennel couldn’t help but smile - genuinely smile, seeing the cathartic exchange. She may have gotten the short end of the stick, but she’d gotten subjugated by the horned oaf just as much as Fenris had, seeing as how they’d been one and the same pony less than an hour before. Unfortunately for her, her mirth came to a swift end, when Fenris locked eyes with her.

Despite having done nothing to deserve his ire, she was in for a rough afternoon. She was the embodiment of his perceived weakness, and he was going to take out a month’s worth of frustration on her and her marehood. The entirety of the situation was bullshit and arguably unjust, were it not for one small detail - the depraved, cock-hungry part of her. Grinding her thighs together, as the stud released his friend, she fidgeted anxiously.

“I suggest you go and buy us some pizza and beer,” Fenris tutted, flipping his scarf over his shoulder, “and feel free to take your time. I’ve got to tend to the newest member of our household.”

“And a bottle of cognac,” she added, forcing herself to scowl at the shivering kirin. “I’m going to need it.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” Fenris snickered, grabbing her choker and hauling her to his chamber.

All but pressed to his side, being led along like a stray animal, she drew an exasperated breath through her nose, blinked, and nearly stumbled. Though she’d spent most of her life as Fenris, some combination of being a female and having gone without the familiar masculine scent made her heart race. Subconsciously drifting closer to him, she sniffed at the air.

“Patience,” he cooed, shoving her away, “you’ll be absolutely reeking of me soon enough.”

“O…ok,” she meekly stammered.

Damn her female brain and damn him for forcing the craving for dick into her head! Simply being close to a virile stallion was enough to cloud her judgment and sink her thoughts into a perverse miasma, making it nearly impossible to behave herself. Her mouth watered, her depths clenched in anticipation, and her tail steadily rose from her backside, as she crossed the threshold into his bedroom.

Stepping to the side, he released her and fished into his satchel. “Let’s have some fun with this. Heads ~ we have a sixty-nine and play a little game. Tails ~ I let you worship me.”

Seeing him retrieve the infernal coin from his bag, she set her jaw. She honestly wouldn’t mind either of the options, although the mention of a game set her nerves on edge. Regardless of what the immediate outcome was, there was no way she wasn’t going to get her lecherous itch scratched. Smiling to himself, Fenris tossed the bit into the air.

Round and round the tiny disk flipped, arching and landing on the carpet several feet away. Being marginally closer to the coin, she trotted over, screwed her eyes shut, and sighed. Heads, fucking wonderful. Kicking the coin over to him, she scrunched her snout.

“Let me guess,” she groused, “if I cum first, I’ll only be able to bark for the rest of the day.”

“While that is a marvelous idea, I had something else in mind,” he responded, unslinging his pack and setting it on his dresser.

Seeing him cross to and onto his bed, she quirked a brow. “So what happens to the loser?”

Easing himself down and wriggling under the headboard, resting his shoulders on a heap of pillows, he beckoned to her. “If I lose, nothing. If you lose, I’m going to lay you down and fuck your face.”

Lifting a hoof to protest, she couldn’t help herself from ogling his package. “Whatever, fuck it, it’s not like you’re not gonna fuck my face sooner or later anyway.”

“There’s the spirit!” he chirped, splaying his legs. “Now bring that delectable little body of yours over here. I’ve been wondering how I taste.”

“Same,” she grunted, heaving herself onto the mattress.

She likely could have drawn things out with some banter, but the gnawing urge to bury her face in his junk was growing stronger and stronger by the second. Stepping up to him, fighting the compulsion to dip her head and jam her face into his plump, fuzzy nuts, she shook her head and continued onward. She really was a hopeless strumpet - then again, that was neither a surprise to her or him.

As she stepped over his supine frame, turning in place to face the opposite direction, she placed her hind hooves to either side of his head, stared down at his growing length, and threw her ass onto his face. Even though she would more than likely wind up as some lust-addled, mind-broken bitch, that didn’t mean she couldn’t at least figuratively spit in his eye. Hearing an incomprehensible remark, seeing him writhe beneath her, she slowly eased herself down and came face to face with his stallionhood.

While it may have been true that Pixel was slightly larger in regards to length, Fenris’ tool was the markedly more girthy of the two - not like she’d ever thought to compare them. Staring down at his shaft, seeing it pulse and swell with his mounting arousal, she opened her maw and wrapped her lips around him. Sheathed in velvety soft flesh, bearing a hardening core, his stallionhood came to rest against her tongue.

She considered herself lucky that he couldn’t see her face, because the smell and taste caused her eyelids to flutter wildly. Rolling her hips forward and back, smearing her winking cunt over his countenance, she wished like hell he’d put his mouth to better use - thankfully, she knew just what to do to motivate him. Withdrawing a touch, she ran her tongue around and hungrily sucked on the sensitive head of his cock.

Her little gamble paid off wondrously, spurring him to dig his tongue into her quivering, silken depths. Though the chances of getting him off before she bathed his face in climactic juices were almost zero, she couldn’t care less. At the very least, even if she did end up cumming first, at least she’d wind up with a belly full of hot cum and some temporary relief from her gnawing, whorish compulsions.

Ramming her head downward, slipping the thick length of stallionhood down her gullet, she stifled a gag. There’d been very, very few times that Pixel had been gracious enough to eat her out while she was choking on his cock, so the mutual oral with Fenris was far from easy. As the first, salty drops of his pre-cum coated her palate and taste buds, only withdrawing periodically to get a sip of air, she pressed her assault.

Though having her marehood feasted upon felt amazing, she couldn’t afford to lose. Only the darkest depths knew what he’d do to her if he managed to win, yet the thought of being tormented had an undeniable appeal all its own. Along with the servile portions of himself, it was more than possible that he’d embellished certain traits for his own amusement.

Swabbing her throat, repeatedly popping his girthy medial ring past her lips, her eyes rolled back. The sensation of him lapping and gently suckling on her engorged clit would have done her in soon enough, but the promise of being tormented - by the abyss, that menacing threat pushed her ever closer to her limit. Being bound and gagged, perhaps blindfolded and deafened to the world, while he mercilessly teased her brought a tremble into her thighs.

Try as she might, doing her damnedest not to fixate on all the possible cruelties she may - no, would be subjected to compounded her pleasure by an order of magnitude. She’d realized from the onset that her chances of besting him were slim, but therein lay the problem - a part of her didn’t want to win at all. As his tongue slid into her confines, tickling her g-spot while his flair scraped against her esophagus, she reached her pitiable limit - at least she started to.

The moment she slipped over the edge, losing control of herself and shaking from hoof to head, the unstoppable surge of bliss came to an abrupt halt - that’s when it hit her. He’d known, the son of a bitch had known she was going to cum, and he’d used his power to deny her the climax. Rearing back and clearing her airway, both enraged and desperate, she fell right into his trap. A long, impossibly strong length of fabric coiled around her limbs and set her off balance, sending her crashing to her side.

“You - Mmmph - son of a bitch,” she spat, watching him casually roll over and slip from the bed.

“Whatever’s the matter?” he mockingly inquired, holding a hoof to his chest.

“I didn’t cum, so I didn’t lose,” she barked, trying and failing to free herself from the enchanted scarf.

Cocking his head, he peered down at her. “Did I say anything about cumming? I know it’s hard for a simple creature like you, but think clearly about the conditions of our little competition.”

She immediately knew that he’d been right, but it did nothing to assuage her anger. “Fuck you.”

“While that is your job, I believe I’ll be doing the fucking this time. Gesturum…” he commanded.

The scarf shifted, wrapping tightly around her while dragging her to the side of the mattress. As her head came to hang off the mattress, knowing full well what was going to happen next, she gulped. Irate though she was, the sight of him stepping forward, rearing back and placing his forehooves to either side of her chest, was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen. Gazing longingly at his length, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue.

“There’s a good girl,” he breathed.

Flexing his hips, he drove his shaft into her snout and straight down her throat. Situated as she was, immobilized and on her back, she was little more than a sex-toy for him - a warm hole for his amusement. While Pixel had displayed a stunningly domineering side in the bedroom, there were few, if any stallions who were as borderline sadistic as Fenris. There was no finesse, not the slightest bit of care - he simply started plowing her muzzle like a jackhammer.

“You know,” he sighed, bracing himself on one foreleg to grope her bosoms, “if we were to have a foal, they’d be unparalleled.”

“Glk!” she sputtered, her eyes beginning to water.

Twisting and pulling her nipple, pumping his hips without a care in the world, he switched from one breast to the other. “Would you like that? Of course, as soon as you gave me an heir, I’d pump another into you in very short order.”

His pendulous balls slapped against her eyes, her marehood positively ached, and she could all but feel an egg drifting into her fertile, defenseless womb. There were few things more intoxicatingly provocative than being on the receiving end of a creampie, yet she hadn’t been fortunate enough to be knocked up. Her roommate had demanded she use contraceptive magic on herself, preventing an unwanted pregnancy, but now that choice was completely out of her hooves.

Fenris’ hoof glided down her abdomen and to her loins, brushing her clit and causing her to quake uncontrollably. “You’d make a wonderful broodmare, though you’d have to earn that honor. Gaudens imperium.”

In the blink of an eye, something shifted. She’d been teetering on the precipice of an orgasm, even with only the slightest bit of stimulation, yet the gates of nirvana had slammed shut in her face. Nearly driven mad with lust, it took her a moment to comprehend what he’d done. An unholy union of rage and frustration surged through her, as she was magically denied the relief she longed for.

There was no way he wasn’t loving the cruel control he’d placed on her, and his body reflected it. The speed and force of his thrusts gradually increased, growing faster and harder with every plunge of his cock, while he chuckled above her. She could practically see the twisted smirk on his adonic, wicked countenance, yet she couldn’t do a thing to stop him.

The corners of her vision darkened, her diaphragm convulsed, and yet her snatch was practically gushing with arousal - still, it would be impossible for her to climax. The hex upon her could only be undone by the caster, and her chances of convincing him to remove it were as slim as the sun extinguishing. As the strength fled from her limbs, leaving her fighting to remain conscious, she silently cursed her existence.

Had she not felt his length start to wildly throb, seeing his nuts contract to his groin, she would have blacked out, but that wasn’t the case. Even though she was arcanely chaste, she couldn’t bring herself black out - if she did, her remotely slim chance of climaxing would be reduced to zero. Through sheer force of will alone, she lavished the thick folds of flesh at the root of his tool.

With an approving snort and a fierce thrust, hilting himself fully into her face, he came. Hot, virile foal-batter surged through his pulsing shaft, dumping his essence almost straight into her stomach. As her gag reflex gave out, causing a backwash of spunk to flow past her lips and out of her nose, she took some small solace that she’d managed to fend off unconsciousness - if only just.

“Dark Lords, I missed that,” Fenris purred, stepping back and hauling his still-rigid cock from her maw.

The retreat of his stallionhood was less than pleasant, his flair stretching her airway and unceremoniously popping from her lips, yet she wasn’t about to complain. Weakly coughing and sputtering, her sinuses burning from the cloying jizz coating them, she stared up at the ceiling. As badly as she would have liked to reap vengeance upon him, to force him down and make him remove the curse, there was nothing she could do but hope to recover from the ordeal.

Leaning in, practically beaming, Fenris brought his muzzle to hers. “What do we say?”

“T…Thank you, Shir,” she slurred, her throat raw and hoarse from the abuse.

“Good girl,” he hummed, patting her cheek. “Dimmitis.”

As quickly as it had restrained her, the scarf uncoiled itself and leapt to its master’s neck. Though she knew precisely how the sorcerous garment worked, it would be impossible for her to use it herself. The thing was bound to him and only him, and it would obey nopony else. Rolling over and continuing to clear her airway, doing her best not to make a mess of the carpeted floor, she noticed him trotting over to his satchel.

“If you’re wondering how I came up with the idea, you can blame this,” he declared, producing the coin from his bag. “Due to your ire, you didn’t notice me flipping it and making a few decisions on our way home.”

Glowering at him, she bit her tongue. Utilizing a random element to make decisions was the perfect way to keep her on her hooves, effectively negating her ability to predict his plans for her. She would have applauded the ingenious strategy, had she not been on the receiving end of his sadism. As she pushed herself up and slid from the bed, only barely stopping herself from toppling over, she wiped her mouth with a foreleg.

“Dice,” she grunted, causing his grin to waver. “A coin still gives me a fifty-fifty shot of making an educated guess, whereas a pair of dice would give you thirty six potential outcomes.”

“I would say that’s clever, if I hadn’t thought of it already - still, I applaud you for not being overly recalcitrant,” he remarked. “Considering I’ve done perilously little preparation for your arrival, I believe I’m going to go out and procure a few things. Be a dear and tidy up while I’m away.”

“I’m guessing you want me to do your laundry?” she countered.

Slipping his shoulder bag around his neck, remaining silent, he tossed the coin a total of three times. “Change the linens, gather all the mare’s clothing and accouterments I’d purchased, and be on the couch masturbating with one of the larger dildos I have.”

Gritting her teeth, knowing good and god damned well that screwing herself with a dong would be tantamount to torture, it took everything she had not to tackle him and punch the smugness off his face. “How long will you be…”

“Considering I have to go by a boutique and the adult novelty shop, it may take me an hour or two,” he responded, smoothly trotting out of the room and into the hallway.

Following after him, practically leaking her juices to the floor, she frustratedly shook her head. “And what if Pixel gets back before then? Do you really think he won’t try to get frisky?”

There was a remote possibility that the kirin may attempt to woo her, even with Fenris being less than pleased with him, so she needed to know - not like it really mattered much. Until her jinxed junk was fixed, there wasn’t a thing in the world she could do to cum. Playing with herself and/or getting railed would only result in maddening frustration, making the menial chores she’d been assigned a practical mercy.

“If Pixel wishes to get a bit of amorous affection, by all means, indulge him - if you don’t, I’ll know and I’ll be sure to make the coming days even more interesting than they will be already,” he haughtily stated, stopping at the front door. Looking over his shoulder, smiling at her, he flipped his scarf around his neck. “Now that I think about it, why don’t you don that sultry bit of negligee I acquired.”

The statement was not a request, all but assuring she’d be getting a kirin cock crammed in one end of her or the other. Giving a spiteful bow, she concealed her sneer. “Yes, Sir.”

“Master,” he corrected, trotting over to tousle her mane, “it’s Master. Try not to forget.”

Hoping he got hit by a bus while he was out, she nodded. She’d known since her conception that she would be in for a rough time, yet she hadn’t fathomed things would go as poorly as they had. Though she’d only existed for a fraction of a day, her place as the bottom bitch of the household was already cemented…

Chapter 2

“Hmmph,” Fenris approvingly grunted, peering at his little pet.

Saliva dangled from her chin, she weakly grunted around the drool-ball in her maw, a blindfold rested over her face, and she’d been bound to a small stockade for roughly two hours. Three days - three days had been all it had taken to torment the vitriol and sass out of her, reducing her to a nearly broken, cock-craving bitch. Sauntering over to her, he watched her ears swivel in his direction.

“Has somepony been making a mess?” he mused, trotting around her to gaze at her backside.

With her tail tightly wrapped and affixed to her collar, giving anypony a picturesque view of her drooling marehood, she looked more like a sex-toy than an actual pony - then again, that was the point. She was a wild beast in desperate need of breaking, and he’d put plenty of time, effort, and attention into molding her to be exactly as he wanted. Unhurriedly making his way around her, he drew to a halt just before her.

Softly stroking her cheek, causing her to shiver, he smirked. “If I let you go, will you behave?”

“Mmmph-Hmmph,” she incoherently groaned, raising and lowering her head.

“Very well,” he sighed almost resignedly.

One by one, he slowly unlocked the mannicles around her hooves, unclipped the leather strap connecting her collar to her dock, and freed her from her station. While he could have removed her blindfold and the drool ball, he wanted to give her a little test. Not only would leading her around prove to be a fine way to evaluate her obedience, but he’d like to see her reaction to what he was planning. As he tied the collar to her leash, she swung her head toward him.

“The blindfold and the drool-ball are staying on for the time being,” he remarked, answering her unasked question. “Just be a good girl and follow me; you can do that ~ can’t you?”

Leaning in and kissing her nose, seeing her cheeks darken, he had to fight to keep himself from laughing. Though she’d been a member of the household for less than a week, her progress had been remarkable. She’d become increasingly servile and needy, while her recalcitrance had been crushed under the unimaginable weight of her lust. All it had taken was positive reinforcement and classical conditioning to push her to the breaking point, yet he wasn’t fully content with the results yet.

“Come,” he tutted, pulling her along and trotting to the exit of his room. “I’ll go slow, but do try to avoid tripping over anything; I’d hate for you to make a spectacle of yourself.”

Steadily moving down the small hallway and through the living room, he made a beeline toward the front door. Pixel was out of the house for the weekend, having gone home to visit his family, so he had the place to himself - however, his endeavors demanded somewhere that was anything but private. With the moon softly glowing overhead, he steadily made his way to and down the sidewalk.

Breaking a mare wasn’t unlike breaking an animal - at least in his experience, yet he wasn’t dealing with any ordinary mare. Since Kennel was essentially a clone of himself, albeit a female one, he was fully aware that some unorthodox training would be required to sunder her mind - if it could be sundered at all. Though she’d been relatively compliant and submissive, he wouldn’t be surprised if she was doggedly clinging to some vestiges of egocentrism.

Given the late hour of their little expedition, he only spotted a small hoofful of ponies before he reached his destination. Slowing to a halt, wondering if he had the right address, he peered over at a nondescript building. There were places of ill-repute scattered throughout all of Equestria, oftentimes disguised to look completely innocuous, and that’s exactly what he needed for his little experiment. Smiling to himself, he set off and guided her around the back of the brick structure.

“I have something special for you this evening,” he hummed back at her, approaching the unmarked backdoor.

She didn’t make a sound, nor did she once attempt to pull away from him, blindly following and leaving a trail of spittle and marish juices in her wake. Truth be told, there were several things he’d always dreamt of trying with the various playthings he’d had over the years, yet she was the first who seemed capable of enduring them. Stopping at the door, he rapped on the wooden surface and patiently waited.

“Can I help you?” a voice rumbled, moments before a viewing slat slid open on the entrance.

“Ahem -” Fenris cleared his throat, recalling the greeting perfectly, “aren’t you a sight for sore eyes…”

After a tense second passed, the door swung inward. While he’d only ever visited a single house of debauchery before, much preferring solitude and his own company while entertaining a guest, the sight before him gave him a moment for pause. Bathed in a soft, eldritch blue light, absolutely reeking of exotic herbs, strange perfumes, and sex, the interior was quite literally a den of sin. He would have mindlessly taken in the sight for a time, had Kennel not drifted to his side and closer to the entrance.

“Somepony is curious,” he chuckled.

As tempting as it was to leave her blinded and gagged, that time had passed. Patting her shoulder, prompting her to remain still, he undid the straps on her blindfold and the drool-ball stuffed in her muzzle. Considering what they were about to be doing, having her fully comprehend where they were would be a treat in and of itself. She blinked rapidly for a second, opening and closing her doubtlessly stiff jaw, before she peered inside and went rigid.

“I…is this what I think it is?” she inquired. It only took her the blink of an eye to comprehend her transgression, as she shied back behind him. “Is this what I think it is, Master?”

“Much better,” he replied, his smile broadening. “Unless you’ve managed to lose a few brain cells, yes, your intuition is correct. Be a dear and don’t stray from my side - I have to make a few final arrangements.”

She nodded and gave him a small courtesy, remaining motionless and waiting for him to move. Regardless of how she performed during her trial, he felt certain that it would be an enlightening experience for her - that and he’d be entertained nonetheless. Trotting through the foyer, passing an imposing diamond dog just past the door, he stopped at a small receptionist’s desk.

A rather apathetic changeling sat at the opposite side of the polished wooden surface, reading a magazine of some sort. It wasn’t terribly surprising to see one of the parasitic insects employed by such a venue, although the shapeshifter was either unreformed or doing an exemplary job of portraying herself as of the less savory variety of drones. Lifting her indigo eyes, she disinterestedly peered over at him.

“How may I help you?” she sighed, resting her literature on the table.

“Might you be Mei?” Fenris asked, quirking a brow. She nodded once, affirming his suspicions, before he continued. “I believe I made reservations for this evening.”

“Name?” she countered, peeking over at the leashed mare behind him. “Names?”

Dipping his head, he flashed his fangs at her. “Fenris, and this is Kennel.”

The drone pursed her lips and pushed herself away from the table, revealing a pair of absolutely mammoth breasts resting on her lower abdomen. “Stairway is on the left,” she instructed, pointing to a doorway. “Just follow the noise and you’ll find where you’re supposed to be.”

“My thanks,” he murmured, turning his attention to his guest. “Come…”

As he trotted deeper into the structure, a peculiar sound drifted to his ears. Creatures speaking, a rhythmic banging noise, and what seemed like whimpering grew louder and louder by the second, bringing a smile to his lips. Even if he’d somehow stumbled onto such a place, it wouldn’t have taken him long to figure out just what sort of business he’d entered. Descending a short stairwell and hanging a right, he stepped into a cavernous chamber and beamed.

The basement of the structure consisted of a single, cavernous chamber that was absolutely brimming with creatures of every shape and size. Kirin, bat ponies, a few diamond dogs, changelings, and even a chimera occupied the subterranean space, yet it wasn’t the diversity of the throng that had his interest - no, not in the slightest. Though some of the attendees busied themselves with one another, flirting or outright fucking, the overwhelming majority had their eyes glued to a dais at the center of the room.

The raised area would have been a relatively drab addition to the chamber, had it not been for a pair of ponies wildly screwing on the platform. A small zebra, curvaceous and with a pink bow in her mane, held onto a stripper pole for dear life while she was getting ruthlessly plowed by an utterly titanic, mohawked stallion. The crowd seemed pleased enough by the display, but it wasn’t until the massive top lifted his mate’s hind leg did a thunderous roar fill the air.

“Breed me,” the little zebra wailed, “please!”

Even Fenris was shocked by the spectacle - not because watching two zebras screwing was shocking, but because the smaller of the two was a femcolt. With an exceedingly small chastity cage on his meager endowment, she bucked back against the stud and milked his pistoning length with her ass. Apparently her desperate plea didn’t fall on deaf ears, because the hulking stallion grunted, hilted the svelte twink, and unloaded.

The femcolt squealed, blowing painting the hardwood beneath him with his watery, doubtlessly impotent spunk. As if watching a stallion, if the pathetic creature could be classified as such, climax without touching himself wasn’t amazing enough, the seconds that followed were even more jarring. With his climactic wail trailing off, the effeminate zebra’s belly rounded ever so slightly under the immense load of his top.

The din of the onlookers was cacophonous, shaking Fenris from his thoughts and helping him focus. As much fun as it would have been to sate his voyeuristic curiosity, he hadn’t come to watch a show - quite the opposite, he’d come to perform. Pulling Kennel’s leash, setting her off balance and reminding her that he was her priority, he carefully weaved his way through the colorful hoard of degenerates and to the platform.

He reached the dais without incident, with patrons stepping aside for him, and he’d be lying if he wasn’t getting excited. While he’d never been much of an exhibitionist, there were few things he loved more than degrading his toys. Dressing Kennel up in negligee or slutty outfits would have been laughably easy, considering he’d been subjected to the treatment while being a mare himself, so he’d decided to test her limits with something a bit more extreme. Turning his head and looking over his shoulder, relishing the fretful expression on her adorable face, he pointed to the platform.

“Entertain them,” he intoned, unable to conceal his mirth, “and pray you don’t disappoint.”

“How?” she countered, shooting him an incredulous look. “It’s not like I -”

“Here,” he interrupted, handing her his saddle bag. “Be creative.”

The look on her face, as she peeked into his satchel, was priceless. She hadn’t realized it until then, but he’d stashed a number of toys and accessories for the event. He’d toyed with the notion of parading her there wearing something frilly, but he’d ultimately settled on something all the more scandalous. No amount of revealing clothing could ever come close to watching a mare pleasure herself.

She knew better than to disobey him, that anything other than complete obedience would be met with swift and harsh punishment, which was precisely why she anxiously stepped onto the platform and before the crowd. A hush fell over the room, as the small mob watched her get into position. If she didn’t put on one hell of a show, well, he’d ensure her next performance was a bit more compelling.

Setting the open satchel against the stripper pole, she leaned over, rummaged around in the bag, produced one of the more modest toys he’d brought on their excursion, and glanced over at him. All it took was a small shake of his head and purse of his lips to make her roll her eyes and try again. Be damned if he or anypony else would be content to see her use anything that wasn’t anything less than theatrical, so he knew she was just stalling. Sure enough, having stashed the small dong, she pulled out the biggest dildo he owned.

Nearly a foot long and bearing a slight taper, modeled after a minotaur porn star, the immense toy rivaled or exceeded even the most endowed ponies. He’d only used the particularly large dong on her once, while testing the limits of her succulent ass, so he’d yet to see how she’d handle it on her own. Licking the suction cup base, shooting him a scornful look, she affixed the dildo to the spunk-covered floor of the dais, reared onto her hind legs, and gripped the pole with her forehooves.

Slowly, hesitantly, with the towering toy situated directly beneath her, she lowered herself. Considering how densely packed the area was, and that the platform she was on was circular, there would be no possible way for her to avoid the prying, lustful eyes of the spectators. Wholly disinterested in the spectacle itself, having plowed her in all manner of positions, Fenris’ peered up at her face.

He couldn’t have cared less about seeing her impale herself on a toy, but her anxious, almost fearful expression warmed the dark depths of his heart. It wasn’t what she was doing that he found so amusing, it was the circumstances under which she was acting. Being his personal cum-dumpster, while in the secluded and secure confines of his home, was one thing - behaving like a wanton whore for a crowd was quite another.

As the dildo’s spear-like tip slipped into her depths, gradually spreading her open, a tremble crept into her legs. She’d had perilously little experience accommodating the particularly hefty toy, and it was immediately apparent that she would be struggling. With nearly half of the silicone length stuffed in her cunt, her progress ground to a halt - fortunately, he’d anticipated such an inconvenience.

With but the slightest nod, his scarf unfurled from around his neck and shot to the quivering mare. Her reluctance and physical limitations, while regrettable, were two things he could definitely address, and thus he did so with casual indifference. Though his voice was as faint as a whisper, the hexed garment leapt into action when he spoke one small word.

“Intendet…”

Kennel went rigid, her eyelids fluttering madly, and her marehood gushed climactic fluid onto the floor, yet she somehow managed to keep herself from collapsing. No matter what mental hangups she had, there was one tool that could break nearly anypony’s aversions - lust. Dialing up the intensity of her pleasure was almost comically easy, but it worked with staggering effect.

No sooner did Kennel’s near-instantaneous climax abade than she started to move in earnest - not the slow, unwilling motions of a reserved mare, but the fervent, almost feverish movements of a mare who needed more. Bucking her hips, rhythmically raising and lowering herself, she worked her hyper-sensitive g-spot. Just like that, with the barest use of his power, he’d given her all the nudge she needed to slip from her inhibitions.

“Fuck yes!” she groaned, shamelessly fucking herself.

Possibly the best element of her immodest display was the position she’d chosen for herself. With her hind legs spread, snatch on full display, and her modest teats bouncing above her groin, he couldn’t have picked a better way for her to show herself off. Feeling his stallionhood slip from its sheath, hearing the excited cries of the onlookers, he bided his time.

Minutes dragged by, the crowd grew increasingly energetic, and Kennel came a second time, prompting him to enact the next phase of his scheme. Without the slightest bit of hesitation, he stepped onto the stage and moved to her side. Though it took her a moment to realize he’d joined her, lost to her bliss, she faltered when she saw him standing beside herself.

“Present…” he muttered, as his scarf returned and coiled around his neck.

Whatever resistance she’d had to being on stage had either been abolished or overshadowed by her hedonistic desires - either way, she did what he’d asked without question. Pulling herself up, she launched forward and unsheathed the sculpted shaft from her dampened loins. It would have been almost sad to watch her wheel around and clutch the stripper pole, arching her back and flagging her tail, had it not been just what he’d asked for.

Reining himself in, fighting the urge to mount her, he glared at her face. “Beg…”

“P…please, Master,” she whined, broadening her stance and swaying her ass at him, “fuck me.”

“Louder,” he urged, meeting her needy eyes. “Let your fans know just how badly you want it…”

Lowering her chest to the sullied floor, keeping her shoulder pressed to the pole, she took a deep, shuddering breath. “Rut me,” she shouted, her voice tinged with desperation, “make me your mare and ruin me!”

Her plea was like the sweetest symphony, causing his stallionhood to twitch with anticipation. He’d made her beg on several occasions, but this was the first time she’d done so in front of anypony other than Pixel. Stepping forward and hopping up, locking his forelegs over her waist, he kissed the tip of his length to her winking, rosy entrance.

“You want it?” he breathed in her ear, feeling her tremble with excitement.

She nodded feverishly, twisting her head and peering back at him with a wild look. “Y…yes, I need it!”

“Good,” he hummed, driving his hips forward and plunging into her silken depths.

Shuffling closer to her, ignoring the quake in her legs, he hilted himself in a single, smooth motion. Aside from being deliciously docile, she really was an alluring creature. Curvy, short, and with a positively delectable ass, her figure was only rivaled by her cute little face and just now snug her taut little pussy was. Nudging her womb, evoking a throaty groan from her, he braced himself and started fucking.

If the throng had been thrilled to watch her play with herself, they went absolutely ballistic once he started plowing her. Hoops and hollers of adulation mingled with suggestions from the audience, adding an exhibitionistic flair to his enthusiasm. Pressing his chest to her back, as he continued to pound her from behind, he grabbed her hind leg and pushed himself up.

One of the few drawbacks of mounting someone was that it wasn’t particularly theatrical, hiding a view of the action, so giving everypony a perfect view was practically a must. With one forehoof on her shoulder, he hiked her hind leg upward. She didn’t resist the move in the slightest - in fact, she threw her ass back to meet his plunges because of it. Unable to control himself, he smiled at the onlookers and gave her a particularly savage thrust.

“That’s right,” he growled, “let everypony see you milking my dick.”

Though she didn’t say a word, she constricted her marehood around him. Gazing out over the mass of onlookers, savoring their enjoyment, he noticed something peculiar at one corner of the room. Sitting at a booth, watching the show, a stallion was getting a blowjob from what he presumed was a mare, but that wasn’t what caught his eye - what caught his eye was a choke-chain around the little bottom’s neck.

“Obstringere…” he commanded.

As soon as the word passed his lips then his scarf leapt to action. Wrapping around Kennel’s neck, the length of fabric tightened with supernatural strength. Suddenly choked and robbed of air, her movements ground to an abrupt halt. There was no possible way she could’ve expected such a turn of events, yet he was far from finished with her yet.

Hammering into her harder and faster than ever, he brought his muzzle to the side of her head. “Cum for me…”

While he hadn’t anticipated her obliging him, merely hoping to tease her a bit, she came with devastating force. Her mouth hung open in a breathless scream, her eyes rolled back, and drool crept down her chin and neck, as her spasming cunt erupted around his stallionhood. Her reaction to being abused was almost funny enough to make him laugh, had it not doused his amorous fire with fuel.

With his ensorceled garment robbing her of air, only giving her the occasional sip of oxygen, he flew into a frenzy. If there was one thing that broke somepony’s spirit more than their lecherous yearnings, it was shattering their sanity with a mixture of pleasure and torment. Increasing his speed, slapping his balls against her winking clit, he drove her forward with each unstoppable buck of his powerful hips.

Little by little, bit by bit, his endurance sluggishly waned. He’d had no doubt that he’d blow a load in her that evening, yet he attempted to draw out the moment for as long as he could. Anypony and everypony in the room knew whom she belonged to, that she was his little plaything, and that he was the one to first despoil her. Thinking about what would happen next, nearly giddy with excitement, he slipped past the threshold.

His stallionhood flared, his ripe balls drew taut, and his heart pounded in his chest, as he clenched his jaw and came. The moment his seed surged into her, crashing against her womb, his scarf went slack and allowed her to breathe. Filling her starved lungs in the blink of an eye, she wailed in climactic bliss and collapsed to the floor.

There was only so much any mare could endure, and he’d pushed her well past her limit. With her legs crumpling beneath her, she fell and unceremoniously unsheathed herself from his still gushing length. Ropes of hot spunk painted her back and neck, marking her with her master’s virile essence, while she quivered and gushed her orgasmic nectar. At any other time, she would have been allowed to rest and recover, if only for a moment, but this wasn’t any other time.

Wearily lifting her head, she peered up at the stallion looming over her. Having stepped over her, with his semi-rigid, cum-slathered length dangling just above her, Fenris affixed her with an expectant look. Knowing what she was supposed to do, with her defiance shattered under the ecstasy he’d delivered, she unsteadily pushed herself up and began licking the cum from his slickened cock.

“Good girl,” he hummed, smiling as she cleaned his stallionhood.

One of the key tenants for any mare was that they tidy up after themselves, regardless of the circumstances. Pleased with her performance, having made a mental note about her masochistic reaction to being throttled by his scarf, he lifted his head and scanned the crowd. The onlookers’ excitement had only just started to dwindle, now that the show was over, but therein lay a problem - in reality, the show had only just started.

Singling out a particularly brutish diamond dog, quite possibly the same one who’d greeted them at the door, Fenris cleared his throat. “Excuse me,” he shouted, catching the canine’s ear. “You - yes, you - the hulk with the spiked collar. If I may have a word…”

The audience parted before the lumbering goliath, allowing the titan to make his way to the dais with ease. “What pony want…” he flatly grunted.

Fenris had to crane his head to look at the beast’s face, yet he didn’t shy away. He’d had dealings with a number of diamond dogs before, including having bedded a bitch or two in his day, so he wouldn’t be cowed too easily. Smirking up at the giant, while Kennel continued to lap at his package, he locked eyes with the colossus.

“Would you be interested in having a go with her?” he asked, glancing down and back at the jizz-frosted mare beneath him.

The canine seemed to think for a moment, what little brain power he had considering the proposal, before he stepped onto the stage. “Move…”

Fenris nodded, stepped away from Kennel, and lowered his head toward her. “Dearest, this fine gentlecolt has volunteered to be your second act. Do try to treat him with all the love and respect you show me.”

Having been blissfully unaware of the development, having apparently lost herself to worshiping his cock, Kennel nervously turned her attention from the fanged pegawolf to the behemoth looming several feet away. As her master blithely hopped off the stage, the nameless giant plodded closer, leaned over, grabbed her fetlocks, and plucked her from the floor.

Fenris waited until he’d walked a dozen paces from the platform to look back, drawn by the sound of squealing behind him. He’d hoped that the giant would make use of her, screwing her brains out in a bestial, relentless fashion, but what he got was so much better than anything he could have anticipated. Holding her hold legs, letting her torso limply hang toward the ground, the diamond dog fucked her as if she was a sex-toy.

Being remarkably large and well-muscled, the goliath handled Kennel as though she weighed nothing at all. Heedless or uncaring for her weakened state, apparently pleased with the prospect of getting his dick wet, he grunted and slammed his girthy, crimson length into her battered, cum-leaking marehood. His teeth were bared, veins along his massive arms bulged, and his hips moved with the unstoppable force of a runaway freight train.

Forcing himself to look to Kennel’s face, Fenris grinned from ear to ear. If he had to choose one word to describe her expression, it would be broken. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, her unfocussed eyes peered down at the floor, and her body was like that of a rag doll’s. While he couldn’t quite say what was going through her mind, or if she was even capable of thought, the development was just what she needed.

As happy as he would have been to spectate, an insidious idea came to him. If he’d been obliging enough to give everypony a more accommodating view of the action, surely his assistant would be willing to do the same. Trotting back to the dais, he reached out and gently tapped the canine’s calf.

“If I may make a suggestion, could you perhaps change positions? I’m sure the patrons would enjoy seeing you eventually knot her,” he stated, unflinching as the giant glared down at him.

With a small snarl, the behemoth squatted down, hooked his arms under her knees, and slipped his hands behind her head. As he rose to his full height, locking the hapless mare in some depraved parody of a wrestling hold, he lowered his mate while driving his hips upward. The crowd’s uproar was deafening, signaling that all in attendance approved of the mildly inconvenient change in technique.

Overwhelmingly pleased with himself, Fenris shuffled back to get a better view. The view couldn’t have been better, allowing him to watch the thick, vascular length of canine cock sinking into and slipping out of his bitch’s snatch, and his stallionhood swiftly took note of it. Even if he had to drag her back to the house that night, since she’d more than likely be unable to walk anywhere, he had every intention of flushing the canine’s jizz out of her abused marehood with another load of his own.

“God damn, I hadn’t pegged her for that big of a slut,” somepony noted beside him, sundering his attention.

Looking over, he started. Standing nearly shoulder to shoulder with him was the quirky little unicorn he’d met at the bridge. With a shaggy white mane, tail, and marking over her muzzle and face, the familiar mare’s cat-like eyes stayed glued on the stage. While seeing her was a bit of a surprise, having not given her much thought since they’d initially crossed paths, he couldn’t help but strike up a conversation.

“That she is,” he replied, shifting around to face her. “Are you here to spectate, or did you have plans on entertaining?”

She turned toward him, only begrudgingly shifting her focus from the dais to his face. “Really depends - I was kinda hoping there’d be a dragon or two here tonight, but it doesn’t look like I’m that lucky. Is she your sister or something?” she asked, halfheartedly motioning in Kennel’s direction.

“Something like that,” he smugly noted. “I presume you know her?”

“Not really. I met her a while back, but I thought she was trying to fix a problem - anyways, the name’s Leech,” she chuckled, thrusting a foreleg at him.

“Charmed,” Fenris hummed, shaking her hoof. “I believe she spoke of you. You helped her find her scarf ~ correct?”

Leech nodded and smiled, turning her attention back to the stage. “Sure did ~ say, if I can’t find somepony to share the stage with, you wanna go another round once those two are done?” she glibly asked.

Amazed by just how forward she was, Fenris chuckled. “Sadly, no, I believe my time in the limelight has passed for the evening - that said, if you were so inclined, I wouldn’t mind a helping hoof to get her home,” he remarked. “And I’d be more than happy to compensate you for the assistance.”

To hammer the point home, smiling over at her, he shifted in place and flexed his groin. He hadn’t planned on bringing the little strumpet home, yet he certainly wasn’t opposed to giving her a roll in the hay - in fact, the way he saw it, he owed her; without her assistance, he could still be stuck as the hopelessly lust-addled mare he once was. Hearing a particularly shrill wail from Kennel, he turned his eyes back to the ongoing show.

“Fuck me - I wish I could find someone to use me like that,” Leech sighed.

Her comment sparked Fenris’ imagination, coaxing him to look back at her. “I’m sure that could be arranged…”

Chapter 3

Leech twisted in place, inspecting the long, softly glowing scarf loosely wrapped about her frame. “And you’re sure this is safe?”

Looking over to her host, she knit her brow. Though he was clearly a pegasus, there were several distinct features about the stallion that raised questions. Like herself, he had oddly animalistic eyes and pronounced canines, but that was only the start of it. His indigo coat and helio gaze, in and of themselves, were innocuous enough, yet he had an air about him that smacked of mischief.

“Absolutely,” Fenris warmly chucked, waving a hoof to dismiss his guest’s concerns. “I assure you, the effects are totally harmless, temporary, and easily reversible.”

Her shaggy white mane, tail, and splotch on her face, contrasted wonderfully against her nearly-black coat, was in dire need of a shower, but that could wait until after he was done playing with her. Gazing into her cat-like, amethyst eyes, silently pondering if she had any bat pony in her lineage, he put on his most becoming smile. Luring her to his chamber had been almost laughably easy, yet he wasn’t about to tip his hoof on his plans for her.

His claim wasn’t so much a lie as an omission of truth. The invocation he had planned for her was harmless, in that she wouldn’t be physically injured, and it was temporary, like most things in life, yet he abstained from giving her all of the facts - after all, she’d volunteered for the little procedure. He hadn’t been certain what to expect of her, having only dealt with her briefly while afflicted with a gender-bending hex and again that evening at the hedonistic venue, yet he was finding himself more and more interested in the slatternly little mare.

“Alright,” she huffed, smiling over at him, “hit me with that weird juju.”

His genial smile twisted into a fanged smirk, as his eyes went alight. “My pleasure. Mutare!”

Concealed runes along the winding scarf illuminated one by one with spectral fire, prompting the mare to stare in open awe at the spectacle. Her wonderment lasted but a fleeting second, no longer than the beat of a heart, before she winced and went stiff. Her legs quaked, eldritch arcs of lightning played over her body, and she gasped breathlessly, as the enchantment took root. It was a rare opportunity for him to cast such a powerful spell on somepony, yet this was the first time he’d had a willing volunteer for such a robust and insidious hex.

Watching her body contort, hearing the pop and groan of displaced joints, he drew his tongue over his lips. “Fortior…”

As a bolt of energy surged through her, Leech reflexively threw her head back and set her jaw. The constricting, ensorcelled garment twisting about her body held her in place, effectively gluing her to the spot, as wave after wave of intense, inexplicable force struck her. While it wasn’t exactly a painful experience, the suddenness and severity of it was not what she’d signed up for.

Having helped Fenris walk his lover, Kennel, back from the burlesque join, he’d made her a simple offer - a night of indulgence beyond her wildest dreams. Seeing as how she had perilously little reservations about new experiences, especially ones regarding her lecherous proclivities, she’d agreed to be his lover for the evening. Sadly for her, her depravity and hubris were reaping a heavy toll.

“The - Nnnngh - fuck is this?” she hissed, forcing an eye open to peer over at him.

Fenris blinked, askance. Perhaps he was out of practice, or maybe his precious scarf had suffered some nearly imperceptible damage that had affected the flow of mana - regardless, there should have been no possible way for her to speak, let alone ask a question. Finding himself at a fork in the road, realizing he could either double down or reverse the hex, his arrogance demanded he take the less reasonable option.

“Fortior…”

The mare howled out, as the curse doubled in power. He was unsure on whether to be impressed or disappointed, genuinely baffled as to how she’d been able to withstand the dark forces he’d summoned, yet it was ultimately of little consequence. Her coat grew thick and dense, tufts of fur sprouted from the tips of her ears, and her strangely pronounced canines lengthened into miniature daggers, while she nearly doubled in size. Over only a hoofful of minutes, her transformation was complete.

Standing on faltering legs, panting into the cool air of his room, she hung her head and peered down at the floor. Though she retained her horn, she was a unicorn no longer. Gone was the short, curvaceous mare he’d invited into his chamber, replaced by an exceptionally large beast which bore a number of decidedly canine traits - still, looks were only part of the improvement. As he cleared his throat, her ear swiveled in his direction.

“Reditus,” he grunted. As his scarf unwound from her enlarged frame, sailing to him and loosely coiling around his neck, he grinned. “Face me,” he commanded.

Without the slightest bit of hesitation, she languidly turned and faced him. While he hadn’t anticipated his spell increasing her size, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t pleaded with the results. Trotting around her, studying her from top to bottom, he nodded his approval - nevertheless, though she looked fantastic, the less obvious facets of her improvements were yet to be seen. As he came back around to her head, he held a forehoof to his chest.

“Tell me, who am I?” he inquired, quirking a brow.

“Ma…Master,” she growled, her lip curling.

Clamping her eyes shut and shaking her head, Leech tried to gather her thoughts. Fuck if she knew what he’d done to her, but she felt funny - not a ha-ha type of funny, but an odd type of funny that she couldn’t put her hoof on. For starters, everything appeared slightly smaller than it should have, and she felt heavier than normal - secondly and more troublingly, it was much harder to form a coherent thought that it should have been.

Peeking down at her hoof, only then noticing long feathering over the keratin, she lifted her foreleg. Slowly, steadily, she surveyed her upper limb, turned her head, and gazed back at herself. Had her coat always been that shaggy? Shifting her focus back to her host, opening her mouth to speak, she felt it - something sharp against her tongue.

“What the…” she trailed off, cautiously nibbling her lower lip. “Do I have fangs?”

“I - Ahem - yes, amongst other things,” Fenris grunted.

Something had clearly gone awry, and he was none too pleased with the development. Either due to a shortcoming on his behalf, a deficiency with his scarf, some abnormality with the unicorn, or some combination of the three had caused his spell to flounder - at least in part. She should have been a mindless drone, little more than a flesh puppet to obey his orders, yet that clearly wasn’t the case. Wondering what went wrong, he swiftly concocted a solution for his little dilemma.

“Dominari Propositum…”

The garment around his neck struck like a serpent, launching itself forward to bind her neck, as it came to life. Caught up with exploring herself, she was woefully unprepared for the attack - a fact he found himself thankful for; while she didn’t appear to be a powerful spellcaster, nor have the best judgment, she was a unicorn nonetheless. Her stunned expression instantly melted away, replaced by a glazed over, vacant look.

“Let’s try that again,” he tutted, wordlessly calling his trusty artifact back. “Who am I?”

“My Master,” she dully responded, blithely smiling over at him.

“And what, not whom, are you?” he pressed.

Bowing her head and dropping to her knees, she closed her eyes in deference. “Your faithful bitch, Sir.”

Fenris beamed, overjoyed with his success. With Kennel having been all but plowed into a coma earlier that night, being railed by no fewer than a half-dozen attendees at an exhibitionistic show, he’d been hoping to have a bit of fun himself. Though it was certainly a perverted way to repay Leech for her kindness, considering she was the very pony who’d inspired him on how to amend his past failure of transforming into a cock-hungry mare, he thought it was only fitting to give her a bit of special treatment. Wheeling around and proudly trotting to the door, he lifted a wing and waved for her to follow.

“Come, I’d like to introduce you to somepony,” he murmured, seeing himself out of his room and into the hallway.

“Yes, Master,” Leech numbly replied, plodding after him

As she thoughtlessly trotted behind him, peering at his toned backside, she was only vaguely aware that something was wrong. She felt fine physically - in fact, she felt better than fine, energetic and as strong as an ox, but her mental state was another matter entirely. It was admittedly true that she was far from what many would describe as a deep thinker, at most musing over where to scrounge dinner or how to seduce a stallion for a couch to crash on, yet it felt like her mind was in a morass.

Struggling to remember what she’d done that day, her thoughts wandered from one event to the next. She’d gotten up, feasted on a bag of popcorn she’d found behind the movie theater, jotted her dreams down in her journal, and eventually found her way to the sinful den where she’d met Fenris earlier that afternoon. All in all, there’d been nothing spectacular about the past twelve hours - that said, simply remembering it gave her a headache.

“Watch where you’re going!” Fenris barked, leering back at her.

Shuffling back, having failed to notice him stop, she dipped her head. “S…sorry, Master.”

“As I was saying, have a look at my new pet,” he smugly proclaimed, stepping aside while peering at the couch.

It wasn’t until that moment that she noticed him, but there was a kirin lounging on the sofa. With a curly, auburn mane and sandy coat of fur, the horned stallion dispassionately peered over at her. Having no idea who he was, how long he’d been there, or if she’d met him before, she trotted over to the couch and extended a foreleg.

“Hi, I’m Leech,” she merely remarked, her voice sounding strangely deeper than usual.

“Pixel,” he flatly stated, sheepishly shaking her hoof. Looking past her and to his roommate, he scrunched his snout. “And where’d you find her?”

Utterly nonplussed, Fenris found himself at a loss for words. Leech should have been a mindless zombie of a mare, only speaking or doing as he commanded, but that was hardly the case. Somehow, for some unfathomable reason, the spell he’d put her under wasn’t working as it should - moreover, she shouldn’t have grown. Petulantly stomping his hoof, his cheerful mood began to wane.

“Slave,” he demanded.

Nearly tripping over herself, compelled to obey, she turned toward him. “Yeah?”

He locked eyes with her and held his ground, her suddenly chipper demeanor grating on his nerves. “Yeah?”

“Oh right,” she started, only barely catching herself. “I mean - yes, Master?”

Her reaction only compounded his confusion, leaving him uncertain about how enthralled she was. She was clearly listening to him, the enchantment had definitely altered her body, and she was apparently obedient, yet she wasn’t behaving as she should. Pondering the matter of if he’d bungled something or if she was somehow deficient, he pointed to his roommate and decided to test a theory.

“Suck him off for me,” he grunted.

Looking between him and the askance kirin, she cocked her head. “Sure, Master, I can do that.”

Damned if Leech knew why her Master wanted his friend to get a hummer, but she wasn’t about to question it. Shifting around and steadily approaching the seated, horned stallion, she felt her tail flag. Regardless of the peculiar circumstances, she wasn’t going to turn down a dick in or on her face - not after getting worked up from watching ponies fucking on stage. Like a pair of cock-seeking missiles, her eyes stayed glued to the kirin’s sheath and fuzzy balls.

“Sorry,” she began, stepping forward and looming over him, “the Master said I’m supposed to choke on that fat dick of yours, so I hope you like blowjobs.”

Fenris stifled a chuckle, watching the amusing display. The fact that she’d done as he’d asked without questioning him, but that took a backseat to another element. Situated as he was, he had a perfect, unfettered view of her ample backside and drooling, winking marehood. Reminded of exactly why he’d brought her home, his stallionhood slipped from its sheath.

It was slightly unfortunate that she wasn’t as small as she once had been, but that was hardly enough to stop him from mounting her and putting her in her place. Leaning in and smelling her moistened loins, feeling the heat of her sex radiate against his face, he contentedly sighed. Plowing a mare was all well and good, but imbuing them with just a hint of canine traits had a wondrous effect - it increased their body temperature by several degrees.

“Pixel,” he huffed, looking past her and to his nervous friend, “do your best to keep her mouth full, I’d rather not hear her yammering away.”

Lowering her head, burying her face in Pixel’s crotch, Leech drew a deep breath through her sinuses. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d had a roll with a kirin, but that wasn’t from a lack of trying. The exotic equines, while being functionally the same as any other stallion, had a singular aroma and flavor that set them apart from other ponies, and she definitely wouldn’t mind reacquainting herself with one. Hearing her Master shuffle around behind her, she braced her hind legs and arched her back.

It didn’t take long for her attention to have an effect on Pixel, as his cock steadily emerged and grew rigid. While most mares would have waited until he was fully hard, possibly using the time to sweet talk or tease their lover, she’d never been that patient - as such, she peeked up at him, opened her fanged maw, and wrapped her lips around his semi-turgid length. The look of surprise on his face, seeing him stifle a whimper, was as arousing as it was adorable, yet the sensation of a pair of hooves on her hips instantly distracted her.

“Do you think we should get her a collar?” Fenris asked, casually rearing back and mounting her.

Peering into her cat-like eyes, Pixel swallowed hard. “I…I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I get a weird feeling about this one.”

“Oh please,” Fenris groaned, playfully nudging her slavering entrance with the tip of his shaft. “I’m certain we could break her easily enough - besides, training her would be half the fun.”

Pulling back and freeing her muzzle, Leech twisted her head to glance back at the pegasus. “Break me, Daddy, please!”

In spite of her lack of tact, her plea made Fenris’ blood run hot. “Oh we will break you, especially if you insist on acting out of turn. Now then, be a good little bitch and stop talking.”

No sooner had the words passed his lips than he stepped forward, bucked his hips, and smoothly sank the entirety of his length into her sweltering taut confines. Though he couldn’t quite see her reaction, he felt her tremble around his stallionhood and shiver beneath him. Smiling to himself, happy to have a new plaything for the evening, he secured his grip and started thrusting.

Forcing herself to concentrate, Leech brought her focus to the then fully erect dick inches from her face. As tempted as she was to give the horned stud a few pointers, she abstained; if the kirin was half as domineering as his friend, she was going to be in for one heck of a night. Giving the head of his tool the smallest kiss, she filled her lungs, relaxed her throat, and shot forward to hilt him within her snout.

“F…fuck,” Pixel muttered, his length slipping into her gullet.

It’d been well over a week since she’d gotten laid, and nearly half a year since the last time she’d been spit-roasted, so she had no intention of rushing things - well, rushing by her standards. Bobbing and torquing her head from side to side, lavishing Pixel’s shaft with her tongue, she bucked back to meet Fenris’ plunges. There was something magical about servicing two stallions at the same time, especially if said stallions were on the aggressive side.

Pushing himself up on one foreleg, Fenris watched his darkly colored shaft plunge in and out of her snatch. The sight of her plump lower lips being drawn out and stuffed back in was almost as hot as how she rolled her hips back and pressed against him - almost. Having her unquestioningly obey him was but the first phase of taming her; after she was addicted to his harsh ministrations, then he’d sunder what little personality she had left.

“You like that, don’t you?” he mused, grinding his medial ring against her g-spot. “To think, if you’re a good little pet for us, I may let you sleep at the foot of Pixel’s bed at night ~ would you like that?”

“Mmmhmm,” she hummed around the kirin’s member, having withdrawn just enough to vocalize a reply.

Grabbing her dock and giving a harsh yank, Fenris snickered. “Too easy…”

As he pulled on her tail, she squeezed around his pistoning length. Being a charming, womanizing bastard wasn’t as easy as many would think - he’d know, since he’d been one from a ripe young age. On one hoof, he adored having mates who submitted to him - on the other, he relished being able to twist and corrupt stalwart mares to his will. He couldn’t quite say how things were going to turn out with his newfound toy - then again, finding out would be pleasant all the same.

Draping himself over her back, resting nearly his full weight on her, he released her dock and drew a forehoof up her hind leg and to her hip. In spite of her increased stature, her plump thighs and pillowy rear had retained their natural charm. Kennel, his female clone and resident cum-dumpster in training, had a toned, almost athletic body, much like himself, yet Leech had a decidedly softer and more shapely body.

Her choked gags were like a soft symphony, as her zeal steadily matched and exceeded his enthusiasm. He’d barely had to do anything to get her wrapped around his forehoof, only using a fairly simple spell to bend her will - heck, if he had to guess, he may not have needed to enchant the little harlot at all. Happy to oblige her mounting passion, he ratcheted up the intensity of his thrusts.

Swabbing her throat with Pixel’s shaft, while she fiercely threw her ass back against Fenris, the depraved miasma clouding Leech’s thoughts grew thicker by the second. It wasn’t uncommon for her to get caught up in the heat of the moment, losing herself to the throes of passion, but this felt different - almost as if some primal portion of herself was clawing its way to the surface. As the kirin grabbed her horn and snapped her from her lustful stupor, she redoubled her efforts to get a load pumped down her gullet.

Using her bony protrusion as a handlebar, with his reluctance having caved to his carnality, Pixel bucked into her face while hauling her head downward. Many ponies would have been offended by such an aggressive act, but not her - not by a long shot. His shaft throbbed in tune with his heart, his flaring tip scraped her esophagus, and her lungs began to burn, but she didn’t care - if anything, knowing he was getting close sent her into an amorous frenzy. Like the hedonistic wretch she was, she buried her nose in his groin, lifted one foreleg, and choked herself.

Whether it was from her masochism or the added stimulation having a hoof-job while being felated, she couldn’t say - whatever the case was, clamped his eyes shut, set his jaw, and issued a string of expletives, as his warm, thick essence flowed through his length and into her esophagus. It was a bit of a shame that she wasn’t able to taste his spunk, yet she wasn’t too terribly bothered. The night was young, she had two fine studs to service, and she felt certain that she’d be fully indulged before they retired.

As Pixel grew still, his stallionhood softening and fitfully jerking in her muzzle, she withdrew and mopped his shaft clean. Her best guess was that he’d need at least a few minutes to recuperate for another round, which meant she’d be able to give her Master her full attention. Freeing her snout with a wet pop, she swung her head around and peeked over her shoulder.

“He came, Master,” she purred, tightly gripping his dick.

“Very - Nnnph - good,” he grunted, railing her with everything he had, “now be silent while I - Wha?!”

With a particularly brutal back-swing, she dislodged and unceremoniously sent him crashing to the floor. Over all his years, he’d never had a mare literally buck him off, whether they were ensorcelled or not, so the move took him completely off guard. Pushing himself up, scowling at the unexpected turn of events, he noticed too late that the unicorn was far from finished with him.

Trotting in reverse at a leisurely pace, straddling him, she seductively swayed her tush from side to side. “I get to focus on you now, Master.”

“I didn’t ask you to - Ooof!” his complaint was cut woefully short, as she slammed her ass down upon him.

Impaling herself in a single stroke, driving the wind from his lungs, she seated herself and started riding him like a beast possessed. Like some great, steam-driven engine made flesh, heedless or uncaring of her lack of tact, she pistoned her ass upon him with reckless abandon. Trying not to fixate on her large, rippling backside, he glowered up at her.

“Did I tell you to start fucking yourself on me?” he snarled.

With her cheeky grin unwavering, she continued undeterred. “No, but a good bitch doesn’t need to be asked.”

His amusement faded, replaced by annoyance. “Get off…”

“Make me,” she giggled.

Self-appointed Master or not, she wasn’t about to let him be a stick in the mud. He’d get his rocks off, had a sublime view of the action, and she was doing all the work - as far as she was concerned, he had nothing to complain about. Glancing over at Pixel, seeing him languidly spectate and heave air into his chest, she put all of her effort into earning his seed.

Leaning forward, grabbing his fetlocks to keep him from getting away, she used her increased mass and strength to devastating effect. He wasn’t much bigger than her, if he was bigger at all, and he was a pegasus - arguably the most physically weak of the pony races. Even without magic, something she’d never been too terribly skilled with, she wouldn’t have any issue showing him a good time - or so she thought.

“Ligare!”

Before she could think, something coiled around her neck and squeezed. The distraction was momentary, as she reached up and tore the scarf away, yet it tinged her enjoyment with vitriol. The nerve - to think he’d try to stop her from doing her duties as his faithful servant! Wrapping the vexing garment around her foreleg and pinning it to the floor, she maniacally laughed while bouncing on his lap.

“That’s funny, Master,” she tutted, pausing to triumphantly wiggle her oversized rump against him, “but you’re not going to stop your slave that easily. How about you be a good colt and cum for me…”

Fenris went rigid in more ways than one, simultaneously terrified and more turned on than he’d been in ages. She’d somehow quashed his attempts to bind her while defying his command, two things which simply hadn’t happened before, and yet her sultry decree for him to climax pushed him closer to his limit. With his wings sandwiched between the floor and his back, stripped of his power over her, he found himself totally at her mercy.

With the tables having been well and thoroughly turned, powerless to stop her, he did the only thing he could do - he got her timing down, tensed his free leg, and gave as hard of a thrust as he could muster. As loath as he was to admit it, she’d not only bested him but she’d chipped away at his stamina with startling efficiency. Peering down his chest, gazing at her rump, he steeled his resolve.

As she milked his length, throwing in the periodic gyration or subtle shift to her technique, her eyes never left him. “This is just what you needed, wasn’t it?”

“S…shut up, whore!” he sputtered through gritted teeth.

Practically feeling the desperation in his plunges, hearing the quaver in his voice, Leech knew he was teetering on the brink. She had no doubt that he’d wanted to conquer her, but that was far from what he was going to get. Every stallion, no matter how domineering they were, secretly longed to be subdued by a fertile, assertive mare, and that’s exactly what her Master was going to get.

It was regrettable that she wasn’t facing him, but it couldn’t be helped; given the circumstances, the reverse cowgirl would have to suffice. She could always get to watch his adorable face later, maybe while holding him in a leg-lock, so she wasn’t overly concerned with getting to see him in the throes of rapture. Sensing his stallionhood twitch and swell in her depths, she pulled out all the stops.

A lifetime of sexual experience had crafted her into a veritable savant of the erotic arts. Her technique was impeccable, her soft sighs and moans were carefully measured, and her control over him was absolute, as she gave him her all. It wasn’t a matter of if she could make him peak - it was only a matter of when.

As his flaring cock-head bumped against her womb, she sighed. “Cum for me, Master; pump a litter into me!”

No matter what he did, despite his best efforts to stave off his release, Fenris couldn’t stop the inevitable. It would have been demeaning enough to be subjugated by somepony he’d just met, but she’d somehow managed to tap into a weakness he didn’t know he had. Thrashing beneath her, flying into a frenzy, he lost the struggle in spectacular fashion.

An unbecoming whimper crept past his lips, as a deluge of seed coursed though his pulsing shaft. Though the physical bliss of his climax was beyond reproach, the indignity of it tarnished the moment. Rage and ecstasy warred within him, coalescing into an infuriating amalgam that left him speechless - that was until a unique notion cut through the tumultuous maelstrom assaulting him. If she wanted to be a loving, albeit disobedient pet, he could oblige her wishes. Summoning his strength, he gave voice to a spell he’d only ever read about.

“Redigendum est bestia!” he bellowed.

The scarf around her foreleg ominously glowed, carrying out his command. A wordless cry escaped her, her body seized, and she all but collapsed on him, as she wracked by the infernal curse. Though he’d never thought to enact such a hex on somepony, the dire circumstances demanded an unorthodox and somewhat extreme response.

Rolling over and getting his hooves beneath himself, he shakily stood. There was no way in Tartarus he was going to let the little bint best him, and he wasn’t above playing dirty to assure his victory over her. Though she’d won the battle, the dark powers he wielded ensured he’d won the war against her - permanently.

“The fuck did you do?” Pixel breathed, looking between the quivering mare and his friend.

Smiling down at her, as she fell still and cracked her eyes open, Fenris shook his head. “She wanted to be my bitch, so that’s what I made her…”

Slowly, quaking ever so slightly, she pushed herself into a seated position, looked around, spotted him, and launched herself at him. As he was tackled, his face licked by the panting, disheveled mare, he cackled and softly shoved her away. He wasn’t sure if the spell would work or what the final result would be, but he was overjoyed that it had done just what he’d intended.

“Sit…Sit,” he intoned, holding up a hoof. Rocking back to her haunches, beaming over at him, she did as asked. “Paw,” he continued, extending a foreleg. Giving him her forehoof, she vacantly stared at him. “This is too good.”

Slipping from the sofa, Pixel stepped over. “Dude, holy shit, is she brain-dead?”

“Hardly,” Fenris replied, shaking her hoof then retracting his leg. “She’s still in there somewhere, though we shouldn’t have to worry about that - for the time being, she has all the intellect and charm of an actual dog ~” he hummed, tussling her mane, “isn’t that right?”

“Arf!” she barked, rubbing her head against his hoof.

Though neither Fenris, Pixel, nor Leech took notice, a pair of eyes watched the interaction with keen interest. Disturbed by all the noise, Kennel had languidly seen herself to the living room to see what all the hubbub was about. She didn’t remember the unicorn accompanying her home, nor did she anticipate the friendly mare being so mercilessly mind-fucked, but the development gave her an idea.

While she may not have known much about Leech, she realized that the friendly little unicorn may let her throw a spanner in Fenris’ machinations. While she may have been a pale shadow of the haughty bastard, she retained his intellect, guile, and enough knowledge of the arcane to be an absolute thorn in his side. As her eyes wandered to his precious scarf, still wound around the mare’s foreleg, an impish grin split her muzzle. Yeah, even if she’d pay for it later, it was high time the bastard got a taste of his own medicine.

Chapter 4

Kennel watched with unfettered glee, as Leech thoughtlessly rent Fenris’ precious scarf asunder. She knew good and well that her Master would be absolutely livid once he returned home - then again, that was just the point. After what he’d done to her and their guest, the bastard deserved to be taken down a peg.

“I’m gonna get it!” she playfully taunted. Snatching up and pulling on one end of the article, she pitted her strength against the transformed unicorn’s jaws.

The last few days had done nothing but darken her mood. Not only had Leech, the mare who’d helped Fenris regain his stallionly self, had her mental faculties reduced to that of a dog, but she’d gone without the slightest bit of attention from either her Master or Pixel. Growing increasingly frustrated and angry with the development, not for the least of which reasons being her aching, untouched marehood, she’d decided to take drastic actions.

There were perilously few things that Fenris sincerely cared about, aside from his bloated pride, yet his scarf was one of them. It had taken him years of study to produce, as well as several failed attempts to craft the sorcerous artifact, and it was the only way he could wield his magical power; all of his arcane knowledge and skill meant less than nothing, without a tool for him to channel energy through - a tool that she was in the process of destroying.

Separating him from his scarf hadn’t been the easiest thing in the world, since he tended to carry it with him at all times, but she’d calculated and masterfully executed a scheme to do just that. After a rather impassioned roll with his pet, the garment had gotten sullied with Leech’s marish juices - something which happened all too easily, since the fabric had been used to bind the animalistic unicorn; upon noticing the article’s sullied state, having overheard Pixel brooch the subject of going out for pizza, she’d demurely offered to help clean the hexed clothing while he was away. The moment he and his friend had departed, she’d put her plan into action.

While she did feel bad for Leech, the mare’s canine instincts made the task of destroying the scarf all too easy; like most dogs, after a bit of teasing, she’d set upon the ensorcelled fabric and torn it to ribbons. There was no way that Fenris wouldn’t discipline one or both of his faithful concubines for the cataclysmic faux pas, but any punishment would be with it. Without the enchanted garment, he was just as powerless as any other pegasus.

Ripping a sizable portion of cloth free, Leech tumbled back, shook her head, and wolfed down the shred of fabric. It was almost cute to watch the hexed unicorn play with the scarf, tearing off and occasionally eating pieces of the article, until Kennel noticed something peculiar. Either her eyes were playing tricks on her, or the bestial mare had gotten slightly larger than she had been mere minutes before.

Stepping forward and gathering up a piece of the ruined scarf, she knit her brow. “Alright, that’s enough playtime for now.”

Slowly, ponderously, Leech got to her hooves and lumbered over to her. There was no doubt about it, the unicorn was definitely bigger than she had been. After Fenris had enhanced her, the mare had been maybe a hair taller than an average stallion, maybe a few inches taller than most mares, but now she positively loomed over Kennel. Staring up at the drooling, fang-filled maw of the hexed equine, she gulped.

There should have been no way for the scarf to have any magical potency without an invocation from its owner, yet its involvement was the only plausible explanation for whatever was going on with Leech. As her thoughts raced, pouring over the various mystical teachings she’d accrued, the unicorn lowered her head, plucked what remained of the charmed garment from her grasp, and gulped it down. In the blink of an eye, faster than should have been possible, her hypothesis about the bizarre development was confirmed.

Leech tensed, as a deep, unsettling rumble slipped past her curled lips. Kennel reflexively backed away, her amusement from minutes ago being eclipsed by unease. She couldn’t explain what was going on, nor exactly why it was happening, but the primitive parts of her mind demanded she do one thing - run. Backing to the exit, forgetting that the door was closed, her hoof tapped the frame, caused a soft knock, and caught the beast’s ear.

Where once had stood a unicorn with canine features now loomed a monster. Impossibly tall, nearly double the stature of even the most imposing pony, the beast’s curled lips and bared, glinting fangs were the stuff of nightmares, yet they were but two of the fiend’s disturbing facets. Her eyes, cat-like and glowing with a harlequin fire, flew open and locked onto the mare plastered to the door.

“E…easy,” Kennel sputtered, gradually reaching back with a wing to blindly unlock the door. “Easy now…”

Regret and dread coursed through her, staring up and into the slavering, parted jaws of the abomination. Though Leech had retained her hooves and some semblance of her equine structure, she appeared more lupine than anything. Aside from her hulking size, terrifying teeth, and a build that would put most athletes to shame, there was one thing about the creature that both horrified and confused Kennel beyond belief.

Whatever witchcraft was affecting the unicorn, it was not the same as what imbued the once-potent scarf. Fenris’ treasured artifact had been carefully and lovingly crafted with both runes and enchantment that allowed him to wield magic as proficiently as any native-born spellcaster, and the hue of its power changed depending on the type of sorcery being called upon - that said, the umbral glow in Leech’s eyes, an opalescent kaleidoscope tinged with black lightning, smacked of some unknowable force.

Caught completely off guard by the terrifying development, frozen in place, she could only watch as the monstrous mare inched closer, dipped her head, and brought her muzzle straight toward her face. With the bestial titan’s breath washing over her, her heart skipped a beat. She never thought she’d die at the hooves of an abomination she’d unwittingly created, but there was no escape. Screwing her eyes shut, issuing a silent prayer to whatever higher or lower powers were willing to listen, she felt something warm and wet slide over her cheek.

With an earth-shattering thud, the sound of panting sailed to her ears. Peeking out, more confused than ever, she started. For some unfathomable reason, Leech sat before her, resting on her haunches, with her head cocked and massive tongue lolled out. The sight gave her a moment for pause, though a thought occurred. Anxiously lifting and presenting a forehoof, she held her breath.

In an instant, a colossal, furred hoof pressed her foreleg to the ground, nearly setting her off balance. While she was no expert on animals, Leech behavior stood in stark contrast to her striking aesthetic. She may have looked like something out of a foal’s nightmares, but she was simply an oversized puppy - a puppy practically bleeding unknowable and quite possibly malign power, but a puppy nonetheless.

Collecting herself, Kennel pulled her limb free, straightened up, and reached out to stroke the mare’s fluffy chest. Sure enough, as soon as her hoof caressed the beast’s thick fur, Leech rolled to her side and promptly demolished a wall in the foyer; ignorant or possibly uncaring of the devastation she’d wrought, dusted with drywall and slivers of wooden studs, she presented her belly and kicked her legs out. Regardless of how relieving the adorable display was, the ruination to the home couldn’t be ignored.

Kennel’s fear was drowned out by panic, watching her guest’s tail thrash and knock an arm off the nearby couch. What was meant to be a relatively harmless prank, effectively disarming Fenris from his magic, had gone totally and completely off the rails. Shuffling to the side and away from the exit, she spun around and unlocked the door. The only reasonable thing she could do was to get Leech outside and away from anything of value, lest the enormous creature raze the structure from within.

Looking over her shoulder, keeping her eyes on the massive beast, she pulled the door open. “Alright, let’s go out for a -”

“What are you doing?” an all too familiar voice sternly inquired, sending a cold shiver up her spine.

Turning in place, she found herself facing none other than Fenris. The cosmos must have had a grand sense of humor, or possibly her luck was severely lacking - whatever the case, the stallion’s appearance couldn’t have come at a worse time. Shooting to the side, doing her damnedest to impose herself between the stud and the interior of the house, she falteringly smiled.

“H…hey, I was just - um -” she nervously murmured, hearing movement behind her, “I was just going to take Leech for a walk.”

The stallion squinted and listed to the side, peering past her and into the living room. She would have been amused by his stunned expression, had she not known that his wrath would follow shortly thereafter. Barging in past her, surveying the havoc and giant, wolf-like unicorn, he stopped dead in his tracks and went rigid.

“My scarf!” he bellowed, his raged tinged lament. Rushing straight by his titanic, carefree pet, he snatched up a tattered scrap of his artifact. “What did you do?!”

“Uh -” Kennel began, turning and rubbing the back of her neck. “Leech kind of ate it. I tried to stop her, but by the -”

“You let her eat my fucking scarf?!” he bellowed, wheeling around to face his marish doppelganger. “You utter imbeci-Hey?!?”

Apathetic to his vexed state, Leech wriggled over and bit down on the strip of cloth in his hoof. Given her size and augmented strength, she easily wrenched the material from his grasp, lifted her head, and swallowed it down. What her motives were was anypony’s guess, but she didn’t stay laying down for long. Twisting in place, rolling through the damaged wall, she got to her hooves and started sniffing the floor.

“What the fuck is - What the fuck?!” Pixel gasped, peeking inside.

An odd look of anger, confusion, and grief flitted across Fenris’ face, with the former being the strongest by far, as he turned and watched the metamorphosed mare devou a second portion of his garment. “This happened after she consumed the scarf?”

“I mean, I guess?” Kennel sheepishly replied. “I came in the living room and just found her like this.”

There was no way in Tartarus she was going to tell the stallion what had actually happened, not when she was already in hot water, so the plausible deception was her only reasonable course of action. Stepping to his side, essentially powerless to stop the colossus, she sighed. Damned if she knew how they were going to deal with the unusual development, but she took solace knowing she wouldn’t have to address it by herself.

The kirin trotted between the pair of pegasi, studying Leech, before he backpedaled. “Oh sweet Celestia…”

His words mirrored both Fenris and Kennel’s thoughts, as the trio stared at the unicorn in disbelief. Having fed on nearly all of the accursed article with blinding speed, driven by some unfathomable urge, Leech’s transformation took an altogether more disturbing turn. An inky blackness permeated the sclera of her eyes, a sickening cracking noise cut through the air, and the mare’s lower jaw split her jaw, as a writhing mass of tendrils emerged from her gullet.

“P…perhaps retreating is the most prudent option,” Fenris muttered, as the nightmare leveled her attention at him.

Though Pixel executed an about face and went to flee, but it was too late. In the heartbeat it took him to face the exit, a duo of vibrant green tentacles shot from the behemoth’s maw, seized him by the fetlocks and hauled him into the living room. His shrill, girlish squeal was alarming as it was hair raising, and it provoked an immediate and unforeseen response.

“Let him go!” Fenris demanded, leaping toward the creature.

Leech’s baleful gaze shifted from the squirming, distressed kirin to the shockingly intrepid pegasus, as she took a ponderous step over Pixel. Though her size hadn’t changed much, being only marginally bigger than she had been, her appearance was that of something which had crawled from the abyss. An otherworldly iridescence swirled within her pupils, viscous ichor dribbled from her bifurcated mandibles, and an air of menace exuded from her very being, yet it was her enigmatic intentions which was the most disquieting.

Stomping a hoof, quite possibly overwhelmed the enormity of the circumstances, Fenris boldly held his ground. “I said, let him - Gah!”

Faster than he could finish speaking, a quartet of tendrils burst from Leech’s grizzly snout, coiled around him, and plucked him from the ground. With two of the slimy appendages around his chest, pinning his wings to his back, a third moved to his face, while he was brought to her horrific visage. Too scared to move, petrified about what she was going to witness, Kennel’s blood ran cold.

“B…Breeeeeeeeeed,” Leech rumbled, her disjointed jaw and multitude of tongue-like extremities somehow forming a coherent word.

“You have got to be kidding me!” Pixel bleated, his head situated directly between her hind legs.

Struggling to free himself, with a bead of sweat rolling down his brow, Fenris peeked back at the fiendish beast. “I order you to put me down…”

Though his command was as clear as day, he lacked the conviction he’d once had. The stallion who’d subjugated dozens of mares, warping their minds to absolute servitude, had finally met his match. Outmatched in strength, without his infernal tool, and with his cunning utterly useless against the monstrosity he’d helped to unleash, he was as helpless as a newborn.

At a loss, Kennel looked between the pair of stallions. By any reasonable standard, she should have taken advantage of the opening and escaped, yet her perverse curiosity, paired with a desire to see the duo of dick-heads get their just desserts. As far as she was concerned, Pixel and Fenris had both earned a bit of payback for being womanizing pricks, though the latter was by far the more egregious offender of the two.

“Kennel,” Fenris shouted, as one of the tendrils drew up his thigh and coin purse, “don’t just stand there!”

“Yeah!” Pixel chirped, staring up at the winking, gargantuan marehood above him.

Maybe it was the absurdity of it all, or perhaps she wasn’t as worried as she should have been, but the turn of events left Kennel emboldened. Her Master, the very pony who’d created and subsequently did his best to break her on a existential level, had been rendered as powerless and vulnerable as a newborn, yet that wasn’t what tickled her sadistic interest - no, that was the sight of him asking for help, something he wouldn’t do unless he was genuinely troubled.

“Does Leech want to breed?” she inquired, unable to conceal a pitiless tone from her voice.

Fenris flinched, his eyes widening slightly, as he immediately redoubled his efforts to squirm free. “No - no breeding!”

Shifting her head and peering down at Kennel, Leech’s freakish snout split into an appalling parody of a grin. Though she may not have fully understood what was being said, some primeval portion of herself comprehended the mare’s words. Glancing down and back at the kirin beneath her, she turned her attention to the stallion dangling inches from her muzzle.

“By all the dark powers that reside below,” Fenris growled, his harsh words juxtaposed against his dismay, “if you - Hnnngh!”

For the second time in short order, he was cut off by the great monstrosity. With all the blinding speed of a striking serpent, the tongue on his backside withdrew and plunged straight into his ass. Though the appendage was as thick as a fully erect stallionhood, the liberal coating of viscous saliva, as well as the brute force of the move, allowed him to be penetrated with ease. As she violated the wriggling, askance pegasus in her grasp, she rocked her hips down and slammed her titanic ass squarely atop the kirin’s head.

Fenris shivered from hoof to head, too startled to vocalize a reply, as Leech put the thick tendril to work. Though Kennel knew it wasn’t the first time he’d been rimmed by a mare, having shared his memories until her conception, she realized he’d never been exploited in such a brutish way. With her arousal steadily overshadowing her apprehension, hearing one stallion’s muffled whimpers and the other’s stifle a moan, her marehood clenched.

Considering there wasn’t anything she could realistically do, other than run for the hills, she saw no harm in indulging her depraved curiosity. While she was still far from comprehending what had happened to Leech, she had an assumption regarding the behemoth’s motives. Her best guess was that the mind-broken mare, having been plowed multiple times by both Fenris and Pixel, viewed the pair of studs as just that - prime, virile males with which to sate her lecherous urges. Since she lacked a dick, and having abstained from directly fooling around with the corrupted unicorn, she was likely viewed as some form of packmate - in short, she was presumably immune from the beast’s carnal wants.

“I’m - Mmmph - going to kill - Nnnf - both of you for this,” Fenris croaked, cracking an eye to glare over at his female clone.

Staring up at him, Kennel grinned from ear to ear. He may have sounded mad, yet his body betrayed him. Slipping from its sheath, growing before her very eyes, his stallionhood was a sure sign that he wasn’t hating the harsh treatment nearly as much as he claimed. Though she couldn’t fully see Pixel, since his lower half was obscured by Leech’s sculpted, mountainous rump, she’d bet her bottom bit that he was spectacularly erect.

The sight of Fenris and his friend being completely dominated was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen, pushing her ambitions to the limit. The survivalistic part of her told her to leave, to seize the opportunity to get away, yet the devil on her shoulder urged her to not only stay but to assist her poor Master. Clearing her throat, causing one of Leech’s ears to swivel at her, she kicked the door closed and eased herself down on the floor.

“Leech,” she purred, “you don’t want to leave their colthoods neglected.”

With an excited huff, her tail flipping from side to side, Leech took the subtle suggestion to heart. One of her multitudinous tongues slithered up Fenris’ thigh and wrapped around his semi-rigid length, while she ground her enormous derriere down Pixel’s body. As the kirin’s face appeared from between her meaty thighs, absolutely drenched in marish juices, he gasped air into his starved lungs.

“Oh Goddess, why is she so warm?!” Pixel wheezed.

With a crimson creeping into his cheeks, Fenris bucked his hips. “D…damn you! Damn this - Aaahn!”

“I hope you colts don’t disappoint her,” Kennel giggled, reaching down to knead her snatch. “I’d hate to see what she does if she’s upset.”

“You will pay for - Glk?!?” The incensed pegasus’ threat died, as a fourth tongue was driven into his muzzle and down his throat.

Kennel had seen and experienced all manner of mad carnality - heck, she’d been Fenris until he created her in a perverse image of himself, yet the spectacle before her was in a league of its own. A twisted, gargantuan parody of a mare had subdued two seemingly indomitable stallions with ease and, judging from the looks of it, was going to bring them to climax in a splendidly debased fashion; if the scene wasn’t the epitome of poetic justice, she didn’t know what was.

“Yeah,” she whispered, stroking her engorged clit, “show those fuckers who’s in charge…”

It had become apparent that Leech’s goals weren’t to harm anypony, yet it was clear that she wasn’t going to let their complaints stop her. Rocking her hips forward and back, fucking herself on the comparably diminutive kirin, she stroked off the pegasus while tongue-fucking his ass. Though the duo were a fraction of her size, she seemed elated to play with them.

Shuffling closer, getting a better view of the action, Kennel watched the show with keen interest. Honestly, it was hard to decide what was more compelling, seeing Fenris being despoiled or Pixel desperately attempting to thrust into the gigantic snatch crushing him, but that was a pitiable grievance. Irrespective of what she did with herself, she wasn’t doing anything until she’d gotten off at least once.

She couldn’t be completely certain, but she felt sure that the kirin had managed to penetrate the immense unicorn. Abandoning his efforts to slip from under her, he extended his forelegs, grasped her inner thighs, and bucked his hips like a lucky colt on prom night. She could practically see his dread being drowned out by his lust, but Fenris - Fenris’ reaction was all the more rewarding.

Humping at nothing, driving his stallionhood through the tentacle wound around his cock, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He may have talked a good game, doubtlessly spouting threats and vitriol for all his worth, yet that was a bitter lie. Though he’d never admit it, some vestigial, long-neglected sliver of his id embraced the harsh treatment he was subjected to.

As far as she could tell, Leech was simply enjoying herself - something she had no intentions of putting an end to, given how quickly she was approaching release. She and Fenris may have been drastically different, since she consisted of his self-described weaknesses, yet they shared one crucial trait - a penchant for deviance. As badly as she was tempted to slip away and retrieve a dildo, so she could shamelessly fuck herself to the psudo-masochistic exploitation of the stallions, she dare not disrupt the event.

She couldn’t say how long she sat there getting herself off, but things quickly reached a head. Pixel’s wild humping became frantic, nearly frenzied, as he was driven to his limit. With a pathetic cry, spasming beneath Leech, he blew his load and fell still. It was a bit of a shame that she hadn’t been situated to watch the creampie, yet her lament was fleeting. Hearing a series of gags and choked groans, she brought her attention back to her Master.

Try as he might, the rakish pegasus was unable to withstand the abomination’s carnal onslaught. His prostate was besieged, his cock was milked, and she’d be willing to bet that some the tongue plunging in and out of his throat was stimulating some denied desire he harbored - in short, he never stood a chance. Violently thrashing, his stallionhood flaring and pulsing in tune with his thundering heart, he met his climactic end.

Watching his seed rain over the floor and debris of his newly renovated home proved too much for her to bear, pushing Kennel past the brink. Gnawing her lower lip, her eyes never wavering from the humbled stud, she silently peaked. As marish juices gushed over her hoof and seeped into the carpet, her ecstasy gave way to a cathartic euphoria. She may be in deep shit for goading the monstrous unicorn to use him, but it had been worth it - it had definitely been worth it.

Without saying a word, moving as quietly as possible, she pushed herself up and skittered into the kitchen. The scarf may have been gone, and any chances of wielding its power along with it, but she was far from out of options. Reaching a cabinet sat by the icebox, absently listening to the blissful noises of wanton debauchery behind her, she recalled a simple potion that should address the problem of their enormous, amorous problem.

It took her only a minute or two to concoct a powerful sedative composed of muscle relaxants, pain killers, and tranquilizers - up-scaled by several orders of magnitude, of course. Though she wasn’t entirely sure how well the concoction would work on Leech, she felt reasonably sure that the elixir would do the trick. The mixture would be enough to put several ponies into a coma for a day or more, yet how she would deliver it was another issue entirely.

Mulling over how best to get the monstrosity to drink the hastily made tincture, a howl that chilled her to the bone reverberated through the building. Whipping around and rushing to the source of the noise, praying that things hadn’t taken yet another unexpected turn, she screeched to a halt when she entered the living room. Laying atop both Pixel and Fenris, ignoring the pair of weakly struggling ponies, Leech purred contentedly.

“I’m guessing you just got your rocks off,” Kennel mused, cautiously approaching the then lounging creature.

Leech languidly lifted her head and withdrew the slowed, yet still writhing mass of tongues into her snout, her eyes settling on the approaching mare. She seemed docile enough, especially because the back-half of the room appeared to have been hit with a tsunami of her steaming, still-cooling essence, but looks could be deceiving. Without making any sudden moves, the little mare inched closer and presented the pitcher she’d prepared.

“Want a drink?” Kennel asked, shaking the jug of medication.

Extending one tendril, the monstrosity deftly snatched the container from her grasp and pulled the potion into her maw - glass and all. If the elixir worked as intended, it would put the beast down relatively quickly, but that was a damn big if - nevertheless, there were two other issues to deal with. Glancing over at the duo of stallions, she pointed to Fenris’ near-lifeless form.

“Do you mind if I get them cleaned up? I can always bring them back later, but I’m pretty sure they could use a breather,” she uncomfortably laughed, keeping her hooves crossed that their guest wouldn’t take umbrage with her request.

Staying right where she was, Leech watched her haul the semi-conscious kirin to his hooves and trundle him away. While she was immeasurably thankful that the behemoth stayed put, the task of dragging the pair of stallions to the washroom was no easy task - still, after a short bit of toil and grunting, she was able to manage. It was only after she’d successfully extracted both stallions and ferried them to Fenris’ room, closing and locking the door behind herself, did she feel any modicum of relief.

“Y…you’re a - Cough - bitch,” Fenris wheezed, leaning heavily against his bed frame.

“And you’re a bastard,” she shot back, glaring over at him, “but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re going to have to help me deal with that.” Pointing to the closed doorway, she watched him stumble at her and faceplant. “This really isn’t the time for your bullshit.”

Fenris feebly pushed himself up and grimaced. “You will pay for this, Sow.”

“I’m so scared,” she sarcastically replied, rolling her eyes. “If you really want to start something, I’m sure your little pet would be interested to know where I’ve taken you.”

Her bluff paid dividends, as he recoiled. “You wouldn’t…”

“You know me, which means you realize I would. How about we cut the crap and get down to it. I don’t mind a good dicking - for fuck’s sake, why am I telling you this, you know that too - anyways, yeah, I’m willing to be your live-in cock-warmer, but no more of the demeaning shit or treating me like I’m less than a pony,” she stated. As he opened his mouth to speak, she held up a hoof to silence him. “I’m more valuable as an assistant than I am as your walking, talking pocket-pussy, I can help you remake your scarf, and having a wingmare around would be to your benefit.”

With his eyes boring into her, he pursed his lips. “In exchange?”

“I just said what - no more treating me like a fucking dog,” she sighed. “And maybe don’t give me grief if I go out to have some fun by myself once in a while.”

“I…I can’t feel my legs,” Pixel groaned, unsteadily trying to get his hooves.

“Fine,” Fenris huffed, looking from his beleaguered friend to the smug, unsullied mare, “but on one condition - you’re not to fuck anypony other than myself on my bed.”

Quirking a brow, she smirked. “When you get me my own bed, sure - until then, fuck off.”

“I fucking hate you,” Fenris grumbled, hobbling off to his personal restroom.

“Yeah, but you respect me,” she countered. “Don’t deny it, you belligerent ass.”

Peeking back at her, keeping his tail clamped over his slickened undoubtedly tender backdoor, he sneered. “Tend to Pixel while I consider our options on how to address Leech,” he spat, slamming the door closed behind himself.

Kennel couldn’t help but smile, having secured her first real victory since being conceived. She’d brokered a deal with Fenris, ensured her abuse would substantially diminish, and she felt like she was on top of the world. Though her belated Master was unaware of it, having effectively been screwed into a coma, she’d already devised a plan to deal with Leech.

If her elixir worked as it should, and if the dosing was adequate, the behemoth would be out cold for the better part of a day, giving whatever eldritch magic she’d absorbed from the scarf plenty of time to dissipate - she hoped; if that went off without a hitch, and if the two stallions were fully recovered by morning, they should be able to drag her back to the bridge under which she resided, return to their battered home, and pretend like the whole incident never happened. While she did feel a touch of sympathy for the enigmatic vagabond, abandoning the mare was the ideal outcome for everypony involved.

Leech didn’t seem like a bad pony by any measure - a bit slutty and apparently a poor judge of character, but far from bad. Leaving her where they’d found her would spare her from any further experimentation and, if they were lucky, she wouldn’t remember much or anything of what had transpired. Helping Pixel up and onto the bed, giving him a once-over for any serious injury, she wondered what fate awaited their mysterious guest…