Just Deserts

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.