After the orgy, Spike had collapsed onto the wooden platform under the pile of Apple Sluts, the scorching sun was bearing down on them, adding to the sweat that already drenched the bodies of the sluts. Spike himself was somewhat cooler under the shade of four separate fucked bodies, his mind delirious in a mix of lust and thirst. His reverie was eventually broken by the approaching sound of high heels clicking across the ground. The sound was refined, beautiful and delicate and could belong to only one perfect pony.

Peering through tired eyes, he spotted the most gorgeous pony in his entire harem standing over him. The diamond in his horde had her hand placed on her hip, a teasing smile on her painted ruby lips. "Did you have a nice time, my beloved Master? I, for one, certainly enjoyed the show."

An embarrassed yet beaming grin spread across Spike's face as he pushed himself up, his immense strength able to effortlessly push Applejack off his face and shuffle from outside the pile of Applebloom, Granny Milf and Pear Butter. As he stood up, he found himself somewhat weak in the knees from the sheer marathon of sex in the orgy, but the sight of his favoured slave gave him more than enough energy, especially when he saw what she was wearing. "Nice outfit."

Rarity giggled coquettishly and passed her painted sapphire fingernails through her gorgeous purple mane which had been tied back without compromising the beautiful front of her mane. She wasn't dressed in her typical revealing chic but rather in a tight leather and latex outfit, like that of a common whore. Tiny booty shorts, thinner than some panties, stretched across her waist, squeezed tighter by a belt that existed purely for show. Her legs were wrapped in jet-black fishnet stockings, whilst she had her ivory tits pushed up with a latex bustier that left her back completely exposed, were it not for the loose leather jacket draping off her shoulders.

All of this, plus her fingerless gloves and painted makeup, made her look like a whore. A sexy, intoxicating whore. Like all looks Rarity tried, she pulled it off effortlessly, and put all others to shame. She was smiling with pride as she saw Spike's lecherous smile.

"It seems to be the new fashion in Ponyville, in fact, I'd consider this outfit relatively modest." Rarity said, curtseying as if she were a princess at a ball. Spike stabilised himself and pulled her into an embrace, part wholesome, as he did enjoy the touch of the love of his life, yet partly lewd as his claws were free to take two handfuls of her glorious ass. He didn't bother asking permission, he knew she'd always be willing.

"Dirty, dirty Master." Rarity teased, whispering into his ear, but her ass was twerking, inviting him to grope her harder. They kissed, a sloppy, lewd kiss that put any other kiss in his harem to shame, only Sapphire came close.

"That's why you love me," Spike said with a grin as they pulled away. A melodic, joyful laugh escaped her lips as she nuzzled his shoulder.

"That's true enough, now let's get you dressed up. It's getting late, and I was thinking that we should tour this new lovely town." Rarity said, snapping her fingers and using her chaos magic to prepare Spike a new outfit. As with every piece of clothing Rarity made, it was fashionable and handsome, but with her new magic, it was comfortable, soft and warm. A royal purple cloak and robe, tied together like a prince's outfit.

"Wonderful work as always, not that I would expect anything less," Spike said, grasping her hand and making their way back to the main town of Ponyville, leaving the Apple Family to clean themselves up. Entering the new Ponyville, Spike could see it had been nearly completely transformed. Its previous rustic charm was still there in places, but there was now a seedy, sexual undertone to the city.

As they walked they noticed that Mayor Mare's campaign posters had dropped any pretence that the Mayor had gotten her new tits for any reason but sex appeal, rather, now she publicly advertised it. As they walked through the streets, they found that the women were all very much dressed like Rarity. Sexy, slutty and whorish was now the new fashion statement for mares and it didn't matter whether it was MILFs, young adults, the rich, the poor, the noponies nor the famous, nearly all were dressed like strippers and sluts.

"Seems like there's a new fashion statement in Ponyville. Hope you and Sapphire will be able to keep up." Spike whispered into Rarity's ear.

She gave a confident giggle and a dismissive wave on her hand. "You may be my beloved Master Spike, but I won't let anypony doubt my skills in fashion." Rarity stopped and leaned in closer, her arms pressing her breasts up as she whispered. "Besides, you haven't seen everything in my secret wardrobe, enough to make what I wear now seem quite modest indeed."

Even after the exhausting orgy earlier, Spike could feel his dick harden, much to Rarity's delight. "And if Sapphire has inherited even less than a tenth of my skills, I might just say she'd be the second-best designer in all of Equestria, she's been working on something, you know. She had a lovely idea for when we finally drop the mask and crown you emperor of Equestria, but I won't spoil the surprise."

"Shouldn't have told me that there was a surprise at all, then," Spike reminded her but she shrugged. As they walked through the town exploring, Spike took note of a noticeably clean street. "Hmm, seems there's a corner of Ponyville where they keep all the prudish visitors."

"It seems so, they even have a hotel. The Virtuous Retreat seems to not be as fancy as the other hotels here." Spike noted, as they approached, that they had indeed passed. Those had been practically five-star establishments, but this was more like a youth hostel. Far from a hovel, but it was a demonstration of where prosperity lay in the new Ponyville. Wealth followed the whores, and poverty followed the prudes.

"Well, the tourists have to stay somewhere, I suppose." Rarity said with a shrug, but with a sly smile she added. "But perhaps it's a trap. A place to lure in those virtuous visitors so they can be corrupted later, perhaps that's why Sugarcube Corner is so close."

Funnily enough, this prudish street corner wasn't too far from Sugarcube Corner, now devoid of any hint of its previous status as a bakery. In this new timeline, it seemed that it had never been a bakery, from its birth it had been Spike's personal Strip Club. Spike had also noticed a fair number of billboards in the town, marked with the royal approval of Princess Twilight Sparkle, proudly advertising itself as a lesbian strip club. Of course, as the tagline indicated, there would always be spikey exceptions.

But as Spike and Rarity were exploring 'Prude's corner,' as it had been called by a few residents, Spike's attention was drawn to one resident who seemed out of place in this little corner of virtue, not to mention her unique appearance. Like Sapphire and Serana, she was a hybrid of pony and dragon, and like them, she was a thing of beauty, though a good few years older.

She was the living embodiment of a cougar, with every step she took, it was as if she were a predator hunting her prey. Her eyes were alight with the thrill of a hunter, accentuated with sparkling eyeshadow that glittered with her eyes. Her fingernails were pointed, long, and yet painted with an artist's meticulousness, her lips too were painted in a similar passionate pink that was curled into an enticing smile. Her hair was beautiful, a thick mane flowing down her shoulders, like a waterfall, yet with a dancer's grace.

Her body too was jaw-dropping, as she walked, she walked with wide hips that moved with the elegance of a model, yet with the instincts of a cheetah. Her legs were long, smooth and powerful, effortlessly striding along in her platform heels, carrying her hourglass body with effortless grace, that even her heavy, succulent breasts couldn't impair. If anything, she was able to make her gigantic tits accentuate the grace of her walk, helped in no short part by her beautiful dress, a beautiful one patterned in leopard print, with her arms and cleavage covered in a thin mesh.

When the pony-dragon hybrid noticed Spike and Rarity, her eyes lit up with awe, and she turned on her heel with effortless grace and stalked towards the two ponies. "Oh, seems like you caught her attention."

"I think we both did," Spike replied teasing Rarity with his right hand groping her body. "After all, who could resist a body like yours?"

"Mmmm... who indeed?" The woman asked, her voice a deep sensual purr. "And here I was thinking that nopony could beat my beauty, but I suppose that's why she's the diamond in your horde, Daddy."

Spike only did the briefest of double takes at the last word, but it didn't take long for him to connect the dots. It seemed that this was his spawn from Mrs Cake, and not only had she inherited her mother's cougar energy, but she had exceeded it. And like all women spawned from Spike's seed, she was beautiful, sexy, skilled, intelligent and horny. Dancing in her eyes, was a flame of lust, drawn to Spike and Rarity like a moth to the flame.

"So, finished in Flurry Heart's dimension. You seem older than your sisters, you must have stayed there longer." Spike said, approaching so that he was now inches away from her. The mature woman nodded, before pressing herself against him, her jasmine perfume filling his nostrils.

"I aimed to be the mature one of my sisters, the one with the most...experience." She purred, a finger tracing up his chest. "I wanted to make sure I was perfect when I met you. I might not have Sapphire's perfect mother's genes, nor Rose's magic that she inherited from her Slutprincess mother, but that just means that everything you experience is the result of simple. Hard. Work." Accentuating each word with a jab to his chest.

"So what's a cougar like you doing here in the prudish part of Ponyville?" Rarity asked, pressing her body against Spike's back, gazing down at the cougar with pride.

"It is the best place to hunt for my favourite prey." She explained, purring like a lion. "As fine a place as Ponyville is, it simply lacks my type of women to fuck. I just can't help but love fucking the shy, the sweet, the virgins, the innocents, they just make my pussy quiver. I just love preying on their innocence and releasing their inner slut in my bed, and then corrupting them into sluts like myself. Watching the innocence burn away in their eyes and be replaced with a lewd, depraved slut to spread our Master's message far and wide."

She cupped a hand around his crotch, her thumb tracing the top of his mast, her smile growing wider and wider. "It's truly a magnificent cock, far better than the imitation dildos and pussies I've trained with. Perhaps you might like to rent a room so you can get to know your baby girl personally."

Spike could feel himself get hard, behind him, he could feel Rarity's large nipples harden as well, as they pressed into his back. He didn't need to look over his shoulder to know that Rarity was encouraging him to go for it, to fuck Mrs Cake's new daughter. "Sounds like a wonderful idea, let's see if you inherited your mother's skills."

Her lips curled upwards as she pulled her father by his shirt into a kiss. She was slow, methodical and calculated, her lips pressing against his with enough force to resist complete submission, yet demure enough to ensure that her father's place as her Master was in no way challenged. As they did so she took a few steps back, towards her family's strip club where she would be able to fuck her Master directly.

Sensing her aims, Spike pulled away, to walk alongside her back to Sugarcube Corner. Seeing it up close really put the changes in the new timeline into perspective, a neon sign of Mrs Cake advertised her MILF body throughout the night, and alongside the windows, there were now posters of all the strippers with new captions at the bottom of them.

Two new names drew Spike's particular attention, first was Pumpkin Cake, Mrs Cake's first daughter, but since she didn't seem to spend as long in Flurry Heart's dimension as her sister, she was much younger. That didn't mean she wasn't sexy though, far from it in fact. Her orange mane was tied with a baby blue bow into a cascading ponytail, her eyes sparkling with a sweet innocence, yet her body was far from innocent as a succulent voluptuous form.

Written at the bottom of her poster was the line: 'Young, inexperienced, but Pumpkin Cake is always eager to please!'

There were similar lines and posters on each of the posters for Mrs Cake, Sweet Melody, Eclipse, and Selene but the one that drew Spike's attention the most, was the newest one of his daughter. Her poster was the biggest, befitting her newest status as the new leader of the club. Like her dress, her stripper outfit was patterned with leopard print, albeit this time she was wearing even less. Nothing but a sling bikini, long gloves and heels, but she pulled it off with a grace that made it appear like a royal gown.

Spike's eyes were drawn to the bottom of the poster where in golden cursive, writing was plastered across the poster: 'Her name may be Angel Cake but she has the wicked heart of a succubus and after one night with her, so will you.'

"You come up with that?" Spike asked, earning himself a proud grin from his daughter, who he now realised was called Angel.

"Of course, Master, and it's all true. Give me one night in a young virgin's bed and she'll wake up as a perverted slut, once they've enjoyed being fucked by me... well I suppose there's no going back." Angel purred with a mock shrug of dismissiveness.

The three of them entered inside, where the strippers were busy tending to the customers. Selene was on the stage dancing, Pumpkin Cake was delivering oral sex to one of the customers, and Eclipse was twerking for another. Once the three entered the club, they drew the eyes of every mare in the room, especially the MILF Mrs Cake, who had just been heading out to join Selene on the stage. Every single one of those eyes was burning with a need to be fucked by their Master until Angel broke them out of it.

"Oh, I'm sorry, girls but, I'm afraid I've already offered our Master his way with my body tonight, and I'd hardly think he'd want to trade down for anypony else. My most sincerest apologies." She said, voice dripping in false sympathy. Brutal, but a sexy brutal, and the rest of the crowd seemed both cowed and aroused. Angel's eyes drifted to her mother, who looked at her Master with aroused yet desperate eyes. "Mother, we will be taking your bedroom tonight. Feel free to sleep with whichever whore here, or do something productive and turn a few tricks. As for your husband, he'll have to find a room in a hotel tonight."

"Of course, Angel. I'll tell him." Mrs Cake said, bowing a little, her face tinged red, obviously turned on by her submission to her daughter. "If there's anything else you or our Master need, me for then please tell me."

"Of course, Mother." Angel Cake purred, running her hand through her silky rose hair. "But I doubt we'll need you."

She moved past her mother and led Spike and Rarity to her mother's room. Spike couldn't help but feel aroused watching his daughter's control over her mother. It was clear now who controlled the Cake family. A fact that Angel was eager to mention. "It's important to remind my Mother who's really in charge now, it helps keep her in line and shows the other whores who rules the club now. And besides, I think she loves it."

"And who exactly put you in charge?" Spike asked as they entered the parent's room, it was much more refined than in the original timeline. It seemed strip clubs were more profitable than bakeries, but Spike did not spend much time focusing on that for long. Not when the cougar in front of him was stripping out of her dress before him, letting her huge tits breathe freely.

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"It just seems like the natural order of things, Daddy." Angel teased, covering her firm nipples with her dexterous hands, more to tease than conceal. "You are the natural Master of all creatures and your seed has blessed me with superior intellect, skill and most especially beauty. With all that, it seemed natural that I should be the one in charge, no?"

"Superior skills? Shall we put that to the test, beloved Master?" Rarity purred, her own dress falling to the ground and playing with her huge yet perfectly shaped breasts with her beautiful hands. "Fuck her, show her who is the true Master here."

"As if you needed to ask," Spike said, scooping Angel up from her waist and pressing his face into her tits. Her two tits were smooth to his touch, yet large and firm, easily big enough to fit his head between them, perhaps several times over. Angel didn't miss a beat, after being lifted, she was quick to wrap her long, powerful thighs around Spike's waist and plant her lips on his head in wet sloppy kisses.

"Mwah, mwah, do it, mwah, fuck me, mwah, you magnificent Master!" She begged, planting kiss after kiss on his head, whilst pushing her wonderfully sexy tits into his face. They continued like this until Spike threw her down on her mother's bed, shuffling down her body planting kiss after kiss of his own until he reached her cunt, where instead he straightened his back and towered over her.

As he had done this, Rarity had taken it upon herself to crawl alongside her Master's new daughter, taking the opportunity to steal a taste of Angel's delicious blue tits. "Listen to her beg, Master. I wonder how many sweet innocent women she's reduced to a begging slut, how poetic that she should become one of them."

"Can't really blame her though," Spike said, stroking his giant cock in his hands, having it harden more and more before Angel's eyes. He could see the desperation in her eyes growing larger and larger, her long legs, still wrapped around his waist, attempted to draw his cock in closer to fuck her. "No woman can resist this beast."

"You want me to beg? Are you truly so cruel, Master?" Angel whined in mock disgust. Spike barely needed to glance down to see her pussy gushing at the thought. "Do you truly think I'm just some slut who'd beg for relief? Do you think I'm so desperate?"

She was bluffing, and they all knew it, no, she wanted them to tease her. She wanted to be reduced to a slut pining for his cock, she wanted her pride to be broken before her Master, and Spike was all too eager to comply.

"Yes," Spike said, slapping his cock against her tits, causing Angel to betray a moan. "After all, why should I fuck you at all?"

"W-what?" Angel asked, voice betraying a quiver of fear, now as she worried that Spike's threat was serious. "Surely you want to fuck your beautiful, cougar of a daughter?"

"Maybe I do." Spike purred, but his eyes drifted to Rarity, whose eyes gleamed with delight as she realised where Spike was going with this. So with an agility that would make professional gymnasts gape, she swung onto the top of the bed and spread her legs for her Master. "I already have a much more beautiful body here."

Angel's eyes widened in fear as she looked up at Rarity who had left her outfit on the floor and climbed above her onto the bed, and spread her legs for her Master. Her perfect ivory breasts rose and fell in a perfect rhythm, her long legs were spread with little strain, showing her wet pussy glistening like diamonds. From the look in Angel's eyes, she knew no matter how great a seductress she was she knew she'd never compare to diamond in her Master's horde.

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"Please...please, Master. Please fuck this unworthy slut. I know I cannot compare with the diamond in your horde, but I need your cock, I need you to fill me with your seed and grant me the joy of serving you." Angel begged, her voice growing more and more desperate.

"Hmm... what do you think, Rarity?" Spike asked, bringing his cock down so that it rested above her pussy, teasing the cougar further.

"I must admit, watching this seductress reduced to a begging slut has indeed been arousing, but it's time to make her squeal." Rarity said, an evil grin on her face, shuffling forward to lean over Angel and take one leg in each hand and spread them apart. Her glorious tits swung over Angel's eyes, turning the cougar's aroused mind to mush.

"Agreed," Spike said thrusting forward. "Let's begin."

He started slow, but as was his preference, he would grow faster soon, more rough and savage as was his draconic nature and was exactly how Rarity liked it. He could see Rarity biting her lips as Angel started to moan, almost completely entranced by her Master's cock. "Oh yes, Master, fuck me with your glorious cock. Fuck me into submission with your superiority as I have done to other women, let me feel the joys of surrendering to your sex."

"Heh, with pleasure," Spike said, thrusting full hilt into her, eliciting a squeal from Angel Cake. He could feel that she was tight, yet smooth like velvet. Even as savagely as Angel was being fucked, and how completely she had surrendered to her Master's power, she worked her pussy with immense skill, massaging his cock and encouraging him to thrust deeper and deeper.

Spike wasn't the only one who had Angel's attention, that just wasn't possible when Rarity was waving her gigantic tits less than an inch from Angel's eyes. No man nor woman could hope to resist the perfect mounds of flesh and the smile on Rarity's face made it clear that she knew it. "Go ahead, Angel, darling. Have a taste, there's no tits in the world as good as these."

Angel knew that this was no idle boast, her thick dick sucking lips thrust forward to taste Rarity's large, hard nipples and suckled on them. Rarity let out a blissful cry, a hand pushing Angel's head closer in. "You enjoy that Angel, enjoy the taste of the best tits in the world?"

Angel fervently nodded, her sloppy tongue craving every inch of her Mistress's glorious tits, only stopping to let out a howl of ecstasy when Spike rammed into her particularly deeply. Even so, the movements of her tongue were precise and calculated, every time enhancing the pleasure for her Mistress and, more importantly, giving her Master the best possible show.

"Mwah, mwah, your tits are truly divine Mistress. Mwah, so much superior to mine, even with my Master's glorious genes flowing through me." Angel gasped, punctuating each sentence with a desperate kiss and moan until she couldn't bring herself to do it as Spike managed to fuck particularly deep. "OH fuck! Fuck me, Master!"

"What do you think, beloved Master? Not just of her, but the new Ponyville?" Rarity purred, gesturing to the open window where the slutty night life of Ponyville, where the lights of brothels, strip clubs and other forms of debauchery could still be seen.

"I like it!" Spike said, with a goofy grin.

"I'm glad." Their lips met, just as Angel came, and Spike not long after that. In this new relationship of theirs, the two of them fucking one of Spike's daughters together was simply a romantic moment between them.

Author's Note

I've waited too long before introducing Angel Cake so I introduced her in this chapter, though at some point I'll expand on her, particularly her seductress attitude as I worry she may have switched a little too quickly with Spike.

On another note, the vote is technically ongoing, but it seems self-evident that Nightmare Moon will win, and since she will I might as well include Daybreaker alongside her. So if anyone has any specific ideas they want to see with those two feel free to post them, until next time.

Also special thanks to Nauth, Darkhorse and everyone who donated for the commissions of Angel Cake and Pumpkin Cake

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