Ending up in Equestria long after all the action and chaos that ran rampant had calmed had been a grueling time for Anon. Princess Twilight’s rule was firm, her friends assisting her whenever needed, and the land was peaceful - yet painfully boring as well. He had spent days just waltzing around, wasting his time away for anything of interest to occur. Hearing tales of old, about fights with monsters and evil queens alike, only made him envy the events of the past all the more.
Until yesterday.
Anon rested his head back, groaning pleasurably to himself. Laying before him, nestling her muzzle against his shaft while she worshiped his nuts, was none other than Scootaloo. He had a perfect view of her curvaceous ass, watching it wobble subtly as she thrusted her hips back into the empty air. Her marehood winked angrily, eager to be fucked and filled to the brim. As she slobbered all over his balls, she moaned against his flesh, sending tantalizing vibrations through his sensitive region. Popping one of them out her mouth, a trail of saliva connecting her lips to it, she looked up at him with a lustful gaze, before slowly sliding her tongue up the underside of his shaft. Reaching his tip, she swirled the dexterous muscle around it, teasing him with the immense pleasure she was bestowing upon him, until finally she dove her muzzle downwards and engulfed his cock. Managing to somehow fit his massive length down her throat, she began routinely bobbing her head up and down, audible slurping sounds ringing out from her intense efforts.
He savored the erotic sight before him, licking his lips as he eyed her throating his member. Yesterday had been beyond average, with him moping around desperate for something of interest to occur. He had crossed paths with Scootaloo, and after a brief chat with the mare, she had insisted they go and try and help him find out his talent. She had bragged about having “over a decade of experience” as a cutie mark finding professional, yet anything but what was expected had occurred. His phone, a seemingly now enchanted item from his original home, had gotten one of its rare updates, adding a new application to his catalog of programs.
Except this one was anything but normal - even for this world.
“InstaSlam” as it was coined, had suddenly installed itself on his phone, and though he had his initial apprehensions with what it could possibly be, opening it unwrapped a bounty of treasures. It was a program designed to mind control any creatures that he made look at the enthralling screen it had, and after that an abundance of other features became of use. He of course caved to the temptation, opting to test out the app on Scootaloo, and within mere minutes she had become his mindless slave. His restraint had wavered thin, and quickly following that development he had felt her up, ate her out, had her suck him off, and of course fucked her senseless.
There were some unexpected side effects to the wonderful app, though he didn’t mind them all too much. After stuffing her womb full of his spunk, he saw that her slave status on the app had shifted from being enslaved with the option of release, to her being labeled as permanently enthralled. Though that occurred due to one crucial development. Seemingly, through the phone’s innate magic, he had become compatible with her, and after giving her the creampie of her life she had been truly and thoroughly bred.
He groaned again, parting his legs a portion as Scootaloo threw her muzzle down and throated him further. The events from yesterday still remained in his mind vividly, but he had wonders to focus on now. The mare had been made into his pregnant, obedient bitch, and though he had just acquired her as his toy, he had already schemed to pursue her two best friends. Having a pegasus was wonderful, but adding an earth pony and unicorn into the mix would be the whole package. Scootaloo was an absolutely sexy specimen of a full grown pegasus, and he was confident Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle would be spectacular as well.
With his arousal skyrocketing, Anon glanced down at his loyal slut. “Slave.”
“Yesh Mahster?” Scootaloo slurred, her mouth half filled with his cock.
The sight of her lustful gaze and dick-filled mouth sent his already soaring lust even further. “Get off my cock, and get on your back with your head hanging off the edge of the bed.”
“Hehe ~” she snickered, giving his cock a parting kiss before pulling away from it. “Sure thing, Master!” She rose up, turning slightly. Glancing back at him, she shook her rump for him briefly, letting her plump flesh jiggle. “You said you’d fuck my fat ass today though ~ That happening still?~”
Anon rose up, leaning forward and giving her a firm spank right on her cutie mark. “Absolutely ~ But for now, be a good bitch and obey.”
Moaning deeply from his pleasurable strike, a gush of her arousal surged out of Scootaloo’s winking cunt. “Mmmph ~ Yes, Master!” She dutifully obeyed his command, shimmying over towards the side of the bed, before rolling onto her back and hanging her head off the side. “This good?”
Sliding off the bed, Anon glared at her. “Mhm ~ Perfect!” He walked in front of her, masking her vision with his visage. Grabbing his cock, he pressed his tip against her lips. “Now open wide~”
Scootaloo took a sharp breath, her sinuses flooding with his amorous scent as she slowly pieced together what he had in store for her. “M-Master, are you going to - glk?!”
Her question was cut off, as she firmly received her answer. With intense force, Anon threw his hips forward, plunging his cock into her throat as his groin slammed against her muzzle. Her eyes went wide, her entire body seized up, and she braced herself for the facefuck she was set to endure. His lust had reached impossibly high levels, and he was going to sate it with every bit of carnal fury he had to offer.
“Glk! Glk! Mmmph! Mhaster!” Scootaloo mumbled out, struggling to get any clear words out as her throat was besieged with his massive dick.
Anon leaned forward, placing a hand on the bed by her hip, taking the other and grabbing down tightly on one of her pierced tits. “That’s a good slut ~ Serve your Master like the cocksleeve you are!”
Though he had only had her as his sex slave for barely a day, he had fully indulged himself in the new dynamic he had with her. He had never seen himself having a kink for a master and slave dynamic, but now that he had a genuine, actual obedient pet, the fondness of the concept grew immensely. The knowledge that she was entirely his, her mind, body, and soul dedicated to him fully, was more than enough to send his loins ablaze with primal hunger. It only went a level further, when he knew he hadn’t only claimed her mind, but her womb as well - pumping her full and knocking her up. She had gone from his snarky, incredibly stubborn acquaintance, to his obedient, bred slave within a day’s time.
It was unfathomably arousing.
He pounded into her face, fucking her mouth with every ounce of vigor he had in him. The sounds of her slurping rang in his ears, as his balls slapped against her muzzle with each plunge he made into her throat. He gripped down on her tit, rotating between it and her other one as he teased and twisted her nipples. Her perky bosoms had grown on him as much as her ass and other tantalizing features had, and the piercings she had on her nipples added an erotic element to it all.
He had gone weeks on end without any sexual release, and now he had pussy and more on demand. Scootaloo was an absolutely stellar first slave, and as he felt her throat pleasurably massage his cock, he could only imagine the amorous bounties that awaited him with her friends. Saliva coated his member, drooling off of it and soaking into her fur, as she took measured breaths. Determined to handle everything he had, refusing to pass out from the proactive rough treatment, Scootaloo used everything she had to hold onto consciousness. He had shown her her purpose in life was to serve him, and she was not going to fail at that. She had grown up being mentored by Rainbow Dash, and now a grown mare herself, she carried that same fiery determination the cyan pegasus had.
“Enjoying yourself, slut?” Anon cooed, eyeing her tits. “Y’know, even though I can change your body to look pregnant, soon enough these cute things are gonna naturally grow big as watermelons ~”
Her marehood seized upon itself at his words. “Yesh!” The prospect of her truly becoming positively gravid, with no influence of his phone’s magic, sent her marish instincts alight. “Glk ~ Yessssh!!!”
He picked up his tempo, slaps sounded out as he fucked her face. “Good girl!” He slid his hand down, hovering it over her marehood. He felt its warmth radiating onto his hand, slowly lowering it, “And good girls get a reward~”
Scootaloo’s eyes went wide, her strained groans intensifying as an eruption of pleasure ran through her entire body. Anon had began furiously rubbing her clit with his thumb, slipping a pair of fingers into her slickened depths as he did so. She felt her entire body twitch, the pleasure rocking through her in a sharp jolt, struggling to manage being fingered and facefucked at the same time.
Her throat bulged each time he thrusted into her, the outline of his cock faintly visible within her neck, and that had acted as the final push Anon needed. Fucking her face with reckless abandon, slamming into her over and over, he felt his balls begin to strain as his climax was quickly approaching.
With her legs twitching every few moments, feeling his member begin to flare in her mouth, Scootaloo sensed the telltale signs of an orgasm brewing within her. Her sinuses were unable to smell anything besides his godly aroma, the harsh treatment of her throat called to her more masochistic sides, and the feeling of his fingers sliding into her depths while he teased her clit amounted into a blend of sensations that no sane mare could resist.
Grunting, fuming air from his nostrils, Anon snarled. “Take it all, slave!”
The intensity in which he delivered that last word had sent Scootaloo over the edge. Feeling the first dredges of his cum shoot into her throat and into her belly, her entire body locked up as her climax struck. Her nerves danced with bliss, as her eyes fluttered and a sea of moans was muffled by the thick rod parting her lips. She humped at the air, her essence gushing from her marehood and coating the bedsheets below her.
Rope after rope of molten seed shot down her gullet, bulging her belly out a portion as the sheer volume of Anon load met her. She wavered in and out of consciousness, her climax and his rough facefucking making it hard for her to cling onto reality. She was wading in a sea of bliss, and she was barely managing to not drown in it and slip into a glorious, unconscious afterglow.
Thankfully for her determined spirit, the final vestiges of Anon’s release shot into her depths, and he begrudgingly pulled his hips back and slipped his cock out of her maw. Scootaloo’s own orgasm had subsided, and she laid there, panting heavily as she heaved air into her lungs. Her eyes were blurry, and although she had received such rough treatment her mind was nothing but pure bliss.
“Fuck ~ Your throat is something else, Scoots!” Anon complimented, wiping sweat off his brow as he focused on fondling her tits.
Scootaloo chuckled weakly, adoring the praise she was receiving. “Thank you - cough - Master! For using me and - ack - giving me your cum!”
Anon gingerly caressed her tits in his palm, resting his cock on her face. “Sorry if that was too rough, slave. I gotta train you to be a proper fleshlight, yknow?”
“Tch ~ That was - kah - nothing!” she scoffed, coughing as she spoke. “Like, jeez, Master, you’ve got some strength in ya, but I can - cough - handle anything you throw at me!”
He gave a hearty laugh, grinding his dick on her face. “As much as I’d love to watch you hold off on passing out as I mating press your throat, we’ve got more pressing matters to attend to!” He gave her a firm, yet affectionate, twist. “Did you talk to Apple Bloom after I filled your asshole in your pregnant look?”
“Yeah, I did, Master,” she answered, rolling her eyes. “Had to wait for the body adjustments to wear off first though, and get most of your cum out of me.” She giggled to herself. “Don’t know what Apple Bloom would think seeing me looking heavily pregnant and having a pussy full of cum!”
“Questions, you’d get a lot of questions,” Anon bluntly remarked, fighting off the urge to laugh at the mental image he was making in his head.
Scootaloo laughed at his remark, giving his cock a kiss before scooting back and rolling back onto her stomach. “Pfft ~ Probably! Anyways, yeah I told her I needed an important Crusaders meeting ASAP.” She rubbed her chin, thinking for a moment. “She said she’d meet us at the treehouse at three.”
Anon glanced over at the clock on his nightstand, reading that the time was 2 P.M sharp. Knowing he had some time to spare, he caressed her cheek, watching as she affectionately nuzzled him back.
“Well, since we have some time to kill,” he cooed, leaning forward and whispering in her ear. “How about fucking that fat ass of yours?”
She kissed him on the cheek, giggling happily. “Oh, you mean my fat, jiggling ass that’s your property?” She snuck her muzzle up to his ear, whispering back. “It’s all yours to fuck and breed, Master~”
He cupped her chin, drawing her face up and smiling down at her. “You’re such a perfect slave, Scootaloo.” He stared into her beautiful eyes, licking his lips. “Now turn around and clap those thick flanks of yours. I’m going to fill you to the absolute brim.”
They’d hopefully make it on time.
Quickly running through Sweet Apple Acres, passing by dozens of apple trees, Anon and Scootaloo made their way to her group's old treehouse with haste. Their little post facefuck romp had gone a little longer than anticipated, and now, with the clock nearly a full 10 minutes past three, they were hoping to not have annoyed Apple Bloom far too much.
With one final burst of speed, they surged into an open area of the meadow, heaving air into their lungs and they glanced up, seeing the worn down, aged clubhouse.
“Sheesh, I don’t remember it looking like that!” Scootaloo remarked between heavy breaths.
“Well it’s because we haven’t used it in almost three years!”
They whirled their heads to the side, drawing their attention to the voice that called out to them. Tapping her hoof against the ground, furrowing her brow at them, Apple Bloom stood with an annoyed grimace on her face.
“And ah am not gonna fix it up when we can barely fit in there anyways! Planning get togethers with you and Sweetie barely works out outside of teachin’ in the school.” she scolded, pointing an accusatory hoof at Scootaloo. “Besides that, why’d you come to me callin’ for a CMC meeting, which we haven’t had in years, and then come late?! You know how much work I got running the farm now that Applejack ain’t around as much?! Ah can barely take a break!” She threw the pegasus another annoyed look, before perking up, catching sight of Anon. “Oh! Uh, hey, Anon. Didn’t notice ya. Why’re you…here?”
Scootaloo took a step forward, eagerly answering her question. “That’s - erm - that’s why I was late! I was waiting for him to get ready, but he’s so slow!” She could feel Anon’s glare behind her, but pressed on. “But I needed him to be here, cause the meeting has to do with him!”
“And what the hay does a cutie mark crusaders meeting gotta do with a…” she paused, pointing at Anon. “What’re you again?” she bluntly asked.
His expression dropped into a deadpanned one, shocked at her lack of knowledge of him. “A human.”
“Right, right, a human,” she continued, smiling awkwardly over at him. “Apologies, I know ponies have been fussin’ and such about you for weeks now, but Ah really haven’t been keeping up with gossip much these days.”
Anon pointed a finger at her, raising a brow. “We’ve hung out like, six times before.”
And if things went smoothly, they’d be doing much more than hanging out all the time.
“Pretty sure I was drunk for at least 5 of those. Last I checked you’re a fiend for cider - almost as bad as Rainbow Dash,” she retorted, throwing him a smug look.
Raising his hands in defeat, Anon sighed. “Alright, fair point.”
Scootaloo looked between the two, her impatience growing. “Whatever! You two sorta, kinda, maybe know each other barely, maybe you don’t, who cares! Can I finish what I was talking about now?”
Apple Bloom shrugged. “Yeah, go ahead, Scoots.”
“Like I was saying, I had to bring Anon here! He got this new app on his phone that -“
“The buck is a phone?!”
“It’s this weird magic thingy from his home, I don’t get it either but it’s got some…nice perks,” Scootaloo continued, rubbing her thighs together as she knew her friend would soon be experiencing said perks. “A-anyways, basically it has this thing on it that can outright just tell a pony their special talent! It even helped show him how to get his own cutie mark!”
Apple Bloom looked at her friend like she had two heads, her ear twitching and flicking against her bow as she drank in what the pegasus had just said. Shaking her head, beginning to laugh heartily, she wheeled around and began to trot back into the orchard.
“Oh, Scootaloo! That’s rich!” she guffawed, turning her attention away from them. “You’re tellin’ me he’s got some kinda magic doohickey that can find any pony’s talent, basically putting you and ah outta the job, and it can give him a cutie mark?! C’mon now!”
Anon barely listened to her remark, taking the opportunity to ogle her while she wasn’t looking. He felt his cock begin to harden in his jeans, painfully pressing against its confines as he drank in what was before him. Her ass was absolutely, undeniably, unbelievably fat.
It jiggled with nearly every step she took, years of applebucking morphing her rump into a gargantuan, soft, pillowy surface. Bearing wide hips to accompany the absolute dumptruck she was packing, he only felt his desire for her soar as he got the faintest glimpse of her nethers. That glistening marehood showed itself for a moment, her tail swishing out of the way just right for him to get a peek. Her asshole remained unseen, but he was sure that’d change soon enough.
Even though Scootaloo’s flanks were far juicier and thicker than the average pegasus’, Apple Bloom’s fat ass managed to beat it out in terms of plumpness at the least. Both sets of cheeks were horribly enticing in their own ways, but for now he was focusing on his target’s rump.
Scrunching her muzzle, offended and annoyed at her friend’s dismissive response, Scootaloo stamped her hoof against the ground. “I’m telling you the truth! He showed me it himself!” She felt her marehood give an eager wink, her arousal deepening as she was excited to see her friend fall. “Why don’t you just come over here and take a look for yourself?”
“Huh?” Apple Bloom replied, stopping her trot and turning, stripping Anon of the sight of her wobbling rear. “Y’all are really trying to act serious, aren’t ya?” She began slowly walking over, shaking her head. “That Rainbow Dash really rubbed off on you, making you over commit to pranks and whatnot. Fine, ah’ll entertain your little joke, but after that I’m gonna go back to the farmhouse and take a rest. Ah’ve been out in the field all day.”
Anon had only now noticed the beads of sweat dripping down her form. They highlighted the faint outlines of muscles in her juicy thighs, while also dampening her fur slightly. Mares always smelt even better when they were worked up both sexually and physically, and knowing that his excitement only grew.
Scootaloo beamed, tightly rubbing her thighs together as a trail of her essence dripped down her leg. “Awesome! Just come over here and take a look.”
Apple Bloom did exactly that, beginning to close the distance between her and her guests. Anon was snapped out of his thoughts by Scootaloo clearing her throat, and, upon seeing the other mare approaching, she hastily fished for his phone out of his pocket. Opening the InstaSlam app, he quickly tapped on the Initial Enslavement Program tab. Eyeing the brainwash button as it opened, he glanced up.
“Alright,” she mumbled, rolling her eyes. “Go'n an' show me whatever -”
Gulping nervously, Anon hit the brainwash button, watching as the visuals began to play. He turned it towards Apple Bloom before she could finish, handing it to her and taking several steps back.
Instinctively grabbing the phone, annoyed at him interrupting her, Apple Bloom scoffed and looked down at it. “Ah mean, c’mon, how the hay could he have an app that…that…” she trailed off, fixating her gaze on the screen, its hypnotic effects grabbing onto her.
The second she glanced at the screen, she felt her entire being freeze, everything she had committed to focusing on the screen before her. A worried thought rocketed to the forefront of her mind the moment she felt her body lock up, but before she could even dwell on it, that idea was shrouded in a thick fog, her mind becoming unclear as it began to twist and turn. Something told her to keep staring, and she found herself unable to resist it.
Watching her friend’s gaze fixate on the screen, Scootaloo bounced in place, her flanks jiggling as she did. “There you go, Apple Bloom!” She glanced up at Anon, before seeing his growing bulge. “Would you like me to grind on your cock while her mind is erased, Master? It’ll make it all the better for you ~ Your first slave giving you her body while the second one is made!”
All too focused on his next slave being made, Anon quickly threw off his pants, letting his dick stand free. “Uh-huh. D-do that, slave.”
Licking her lips as she eyed his member, Scootaloo happily got into position. Waltzing over towards him, she turned and pressed her rump back. Feeling his hot member slide between her cheeks, she bit her lips and began to twerk on him. Her ass clapped with her motions, his tool teasing her holes each time she went up and down. Moaning lightly, she turned her attention forward, watching Apple Bloom’s fall.
“What’s…what’s going on…???” the earth pony mumbled, staring intently at the swirling shapes and colors on Anon’s phone.
Her mind began to race, her logic unable to move through the thick mist of the app’s magic. She felt her arousal begin to soar, her groin beginning to burn with lust. It was identical to the sensations of an intense heat, yet she could barely register the concept of it. All that mattered to her was the images before her. She had to keep looking, even if she was confused.
Scootaloo bit her lip, turned on more than she ever had been before. Picking up her tempo, she grinded on Anon harder, moaning out loud. “Ahn ~ It’s okay, Apple Bloom ~ Let your thoughts fade away! I was too much of a dumb slut to last long, and I’m sure you won’t resist much longer~”
Though, Apple Bloom seemed to want to challenge that thought.
“N-no…I don't want to…submit,” she mewled, her jaw hanging open. “Wait…I d-do? Ah can’t…think…”
Back and forth her mind went, a twisting duel going down within her thoughts. Her determination to her farm, her believed purpose in life, and her logic faced off against the thoughts urging her to give in, to allow herself to be overtaken and be morphed into a slave. Slowly she felt the latter portion getting stronger, but her Apple Family iron will fought valiantly.
“Huh ~ I didn’t think she’d be able to resist this much,” Scootaloo mumbled. She felt Anon shifting behind her, pressing his cock against her slickened cunt. “Nngh ~ She’ll be yours soon Master - wait wha?” She glanced over her shoulder, feeling him grip down on her hips.
He lined his dick up with her cunt, staring at Apple Bloom the entire time. His lust had control over his very being, caving to his primal urges as his arousal furthered beyond comparison. Watching the earth pony’s tail begin to fidget, eager to flag itself, his hips surged forward, plunging his cock into Scootaloo’s awaiting depths.
The pegasus came the instant he entered her, sputtering and screaming with bliss. Her eyes rolled back, her walls convulsing around his member, pleasing every last inch he had to offer. She struggled to maintain her composure, but, feeling him start to thrust, she fought through her orgasm and focused back on Apple Bloom.
Shuddering intensely, giving her all to fend off the climax, she encouraged her friend further. “Nngh! Haa! C-c’mon Apple Bloom ~ Being a slave feels - mmmph - amazing! We’re not meant to find ponies’ cutie marks, we’re - oh buck that’s good! We’re meant to be Master’s breeding bitches!”
Wet slaps rang in Apple Bloom’s ears, as she heard the sound of Scootaloo’s fat ass being clapped beside her.
“Ah…need to submit…”
Her gaze remained on the screen, her ear adorably flicking as it took in the sounds around her. They only encouraged her mind further, urging it to give in, telling it this is what she was meant to do. Her tail fidgeted more, flagging itself fully and exposing her winking pussy.
“Y-yeah! There you go!” Scootaloo stammered, eyes fluttering as she was being fucked senseless. “Give in - ahn - and you’ll get plowed by Master as a - nngh - r-reward!”
Anon smacked the quivering pegasus’ flank, snarling as he lustfully glared at Apple Bloom. “She’s right ~ With an ass as fat as yours I’m going to fuck you nonstop!” He spanked Scootaloo again, earning an ecstatic wail from the mare. “Just like I’ve been doing with your friend here~”
Scootaloo clenched down on his cock with whorish expertise, blissfully crying out each time he slammed into her and kissed her womb with the tip of his dick. He struggled to not lose himself entirely, fucking the mare until he blacked out from pumping so much seed into her - yet he managed, if only just.
Keeping up his smug act, he pressed Apple Bloom further. “Keep looking at the screen ~ It feels good doesn’t it?”
“Y-Yeah…” Apple Bloom stuttered in response, her jaw beginning to go slack.
Her lust began to drip down the inside of her meaty thighs, her body losing its ability to resist alongside her mind.
Scootaloo groaned, watching her friend grow ever closer to joining her. “Heh, it feels so bucking good!” She gave a guttural groan, having earned an even more enthusiastic thrust from Anon. “No more thinking, Apple Bloom! Being mindless is an awesome feeling!”
Apple Bloom’s marehood winked upon hearing her friend’s words, her mind beginning to cave entirely.
“Mind…blank…”
Swirls formed in her eyes, as she leaned forward and stared at the screen intensely. A relaxing wave of pleasure ran through her body, her muscles calming as she began to drool. She could feel her thoughts melting away, replaced by the effects the program was instilling into her, yet she couldn’t look away.
A marish howl escaped Scootaloo’s lips. Anon had gone into a frenzy, slamming into her like a well-oiled machine, keeping a constant, steadily growing pace. Her cunt spewed her juices, her ass rippled over and over again, and her bosoms swung below her.
“Y-yes, Apple Bloom!” she moaned, her face warping into a broken mess of bliss. “Join me! Serve our M-Master! S-Sweet Celestiaaaaa!”
Her pleasurable wails sang a song to Apple Bloom’s mind. She parted her legs partly, feeling her asshole begin to yearn for a cock.
“I am…a slave…”
And she yearned for Anon's cock.
Scootaloo tensed up, feeling Anon’s member flare inside of her. “Yes! Aaahn! You’re a slave l-like me!” She whipped her head to the side, glaring at Anon with a lust-crazed look. “Please, Master! Give me all your perfect fucking cum! Fill my womb and mark me as your bitch!”
He hilted inside her, slamming against her cervix while watching his upcoming slave’s mind melt from afar. Scootaloo squeaked below him, an ecstatic, carnal wail of sheer euphoria escaping her lungs in a cacophony of blissful release. He savagely groaned, gripping down on her hips and he released his load into her depths. He might’ve already knocked her up, but he still flooded her womb to the brim with his essence. Rope after rope of seed flooded her fertile depths, as she used her walls to milk his dick for everything it had.
That cry from her friend, knowing and envying that she was being filled with cum, the app succeeded in its mission. With a flash of color, her eyes glazed over, dulling subtly in color as her free will was entirely erased. Her tail flicked wildly, as she emptily stared ahead at the screen before her.
“I am a slave,” she clarified almost robotically.
Anon choked out a response, clenching an eye and glancing at the earth pony. "And what will you do?"
"Whatever you want, Master," Apple Bloom emptily replied, her tail beginning to wag subconsciously.
Savagely thrusting a few more times into Scootaloo, pumping out a few more surges of cum into her depths, Anon snickered and slapped the pegasus’ ass. “You did well, slave ~”
“Thank you, M-Master!” Scootaloo wailed, shuddering intensely. “I exist to please! My womb is yours to fill~”
Ba-dum!
He heard a sound he was expecting to hear, glancing over at Apple Bloom and eyeing his phone in her hoof. Soon after, a robotic voice rang out.
Congratulations, Anon! Brainwashing is successful! The target registered as ‘Apple Bloom’ has had her mind wiped, and is now your obedient slave! She has been added to your slave list, and her details are in each appropriate tab! Enjoy her body, mind, and soul to your heart's content!
Snickering to himself, he gripped down hard on Scootaloo’s flank, feeling her body calm as she came to the end of her climax. Her marehood greedily wringed his cock for any remaining globs of spunk, even though it was already filled to the brim with cum.
“T-thank you, Master,” she mumbled, continuing to thank him while lost in her afterglow. “Thank you…for your c-cum.”
Slowly, he pulled his hips back, slipping his member out of her stuffed depths. A sloppy gushing sound filled the air, as his seed spurted out of her gaping lower lips upon his tool escaping her hungry walls. She groaned from the sensation of feeling him leave her, eyes fluttering as she felt his seed in her bloated depths.
Anon walked to her side, rubbing her cutie mark before giving her rump another firm smack. “Heh, you really are perfect for serving cock.” He watched her flank jiggle lightly, licking his lips. “And it seems you aren’t going to be the only one with that purpose now~”
“H-huh?” Scootaloo dumbly asked, a lust-drunk smile splitting her muzzle. Blinking slowly, she shook her head, turning her attention and catching sight of Apple Bloom’s mindless state. “Oh buck ~ It worked…”
He dragged his fingers along her side, walking past her. “Like a charm~”
“Was…was I like that when you first put me under your control, Master?” she asked, shivering from his touch as she curiously looked over Apple Bloom.
He nodded, gesturing for her to follow. “Yup ~ Exactly like this. C’mon, we’re gonna have some fun with my new toy~”
Scootaloo eagerly followed, the prospect of him mentioning them both having a bit of fun with the new addition to his collection driving her forward. Struggling to walk as her legs recovered from her nerves bursting with pleasure, leaving a trail of cum behind her, she dutifully hugged Anon’s side.
Anon walked up towards Apple Bloom, his cock beginning to harden as he saw her blank expression. Nonchalantly, he reached down, picking his phone up out of her hoof and stuffing it away into his pocket. Seeing her not react, remaining still as she stared into nothing, he licked his lips.
“Apple Bloom,” he called out.
She turned her head, her glazed over eyes looking up into his own. “Yes, Master?”
“W-wow…this is s-so hot,” Scootaloo shakily noted, biting her lip as her marehood winked and more of his cum surged from her depths.
He pet his slave’s head, smiling down at her. “Very hot ~ Why don’t you give her a kiss?”
Scootaloo’s heart skipped a beat, registering her Master’s command and feeling her marehood seize upon itself. She couldn’t lie, she had always liked the concept of being more than just friends with Apple Bloom, even back when they were fillies, and now, even though it wasn’t the exact context she imagined back then, she was going to reach that point.
Being slave sisters seemed endlessly better than just dating anyways.
Obligated to obey her owner and Master, Scootaloo moved in front of Apple Bloom. Looking into her friend’s blank eyes, finding the notion of her being a mindless puppet far too arousing, she giggled to herself.
“Happily, Master~” Scootaloo cooed, pressing her muzzle forward and embracing her fellow crusader's lips.
Anon smirked to himself, seeing his slave's eagerness to savor her new partner, and he was going to make sure she loved it. He stroked Apple Bloom’s mane, seeing her eyes remaining glazed over and open, not reacting in the slightest to the kiss she was receiving.
Anon began to glide his finger’s down her mane, drinking in the delicious sight of Scootaloo pressing her muzzle into her friend’s. “Kiss her back, bitch.”
“Ymph Mhster,” Apple Bloom tried to mindless reply, her mouth muffled by Scootaloo slipping her tongue into her maw.
She pressed forward herself, engaging in the kiss actively now. Her lips flexed and pressed against her friend’s, as her tongue began to duel with the pegasus’ own. Her eyes remained empty, still emotionless as she made out with Scootaloo under her Master’s command.
Pulling his phone out of his pocket, opting to do a bit of insight before savoring his new conquest’s body, Anon opened the InstaSlam app and read through some of the tabs.
Enthrallment Status was as he expected, listing Apple Bloom as “Enslaved with Release Available”, though he was well aware that wouldn’t be the case for long. A deep moan pulled his attention upwards. Scootaloo was groaning into the earth pony’s mouth, her tongue having been overpowered by the mindless puppet’s. She tried to fight back, but found herself overpowered each time. His dick throbbed at the sight, returning his attention to his phone.
Opening Slave Details, a similar run down of her traits appeared just like Scootaloo’s the day before. He noted her tit size was a bit bigger than Scootaloo’s, and her weight was a bit higher - which made sense for an earth pony being compared to a pegasus. Beside the ‘Estrus Status’ section, she was labeled as in ‘In Heat (Forced)’. He chalked it up to the app’s various unknown effects, seemingly having forced her into an estrus cycle during her enslavement process - not that he was complaining.
He quickly went through the Slave Adjustments tab, waiting to make use of it after he had inspected his new slut. Though he did smirk at the notification that’d he’d receive more slave options after one more mare.
Stowing his phone away, his libido having returned from his earlier orgasm, he slowly made his way towards Apple Bloom’s rear. Greeting him were two massive asscheeks, sending blood rushing to his rod. Having worked on the farm all day had worked up a sweat, leaving her fat ass to glisten in the sunlight. Her flanks sang a silent song to him, as he raised a hand and slammed it down against her rump.
She didn’t react, as she was still completely mindless, but the way her cheek rippled from his strike was more than enough for him. He raised a hand again, repeating the motion on her other flank, beginning to rotate the process of spanking her ass. Satisfied with how much he made it bounce, Scootaloo’s moans intensifying as she heard her best friend’s rump being treated so harshly, he continued savoring her body.
Reaching out, he gripped down onto her asscheeks, sinking his fingers into her yielding plumpness with utter delight. Her pillowy flesh was like a cushion, massive and easily gropeable. Rubbing his hands on them for a few minutes, he finally pulled her buns apart, revealing the bounties he had been hungry to see.
Her marehood winked fervently, her heat having sent it into a lustful overdrive. Her asshole sat above it, puckered up and shining with sweat. Biting his lip, as he did with Scootaloo the day before, he dove face first into her nethers. He knew all ponies naturally smelt delightful from some books he had read, and recent hands-on experience with Scootaloo helped assure that fact. However, he knew their aroma was best in their most private bits.
He lifted his nose near her sweaty ponut, taking a deep breath and shuddering with satisfaction. As he’d hoped, Apple Bloom had an intense, sweet scent of apples - the heavenly smell assaulting his olfactory senses and making his eyes flutter. He pressed his nose against her asshole further, finding the amorous scent she provided addicting. It was fruity, yet earthy, making his body tingle. Lacking the reservation, he moved his mouth up and dove right in.
His tongue swirled the rim of her backdoor, a mixture of salty sweat and delicious apples dancing on his taste buds. Desiring more of what she had to offer, his tongue dove into her depths, the stupendous flavors she had to offer intensifying as he ate her ass. Gripping onto her gargantuan flanks, he lapped at her ponut greedily, losing himself to it all.
He slickened her taut backdoor with a healthy amount of his own saliva, parting his lips and sucking on her puffy ponut. She wasn’t lying earlier when she mentioned he loved cider, and her asshole tasted exactly like some of the delectable beverage. Feeling up her massive asscheeks as he went, he finally pulled away from her pucker with a satisfied gasp.
Licking his lips, he pulled her buns apart further, turning his attention down to her slavering marehood. Watching it give a hungry wink, he swiftly dove down and began eating her out. He dove his tongue inside, that same taste and scent hitting him - albeit less intense than her asshole. He felt her walls greedily clench around his tongue, her winking gaping her cunt further and giving him easier access to her depths. Kissing her engorged clit, feeling her body shudder, he pulled away from her marehood.
Eyeing up her now soaked rear, he gave her another command. “Apple Bloom, spread your legs further.”
“Yeshm Mhasther,” she mindlessly replied, still muffled by her kiss with Scootaloo.
Doing as instructed, she spread her hind legs apart, revealing her tits to him in the process. They were definitely on the bigger side, and he couldn’t have been happier to find out such. Reaching under her, he grabbed one of them, beginning to massage it while teasing her nipple. He couldn’t fit most of it in his hand like he could Scootaloo’s, but he managed to get a large amount of the sizable mound in his grasp. He rotated between them, stopping to give her the occasional spank or kiss on her asshole. After a few minutes, relapsing and diving into her ponut once more for a brief stint, he released her tits and stood back up.
“Slaves, stop making out,” he commanded.
Near instantly, Scootaloo and Apple Bloom broke their embrace. The former was panting as she stepped away from her friend, the latter still indifferent as she obeyed and did the same.
“Yes, Master,” they both replied, one voice heavy with arousal and the other nearly robotic.
Scootaloo licked her lips, glancing over at her Master. “Thank you for letting me do that, Master!” She smiled over at him, eyeing him lustfully. “Making out with my friend while she’s a mindless bitch was super hot!”
He snickered at her, before pulling his phone out of his pocket and opening the InstaSlam app again. Tapping on the “Slave Adjustments” tab, he saw the familiar screen show up again. Preparing to switch her slave type from ‘Mindless’ to ‘Standard’, putting her in a similar state as Scootaloo rather than her current drone-like one, he made sure to instill one last detail into the mare.
“Apple Bloom,” he calmly intoned.
She turned her attention towards him, her glazed over eyes a sign of her submission. “Yes, Master?”
“You aren’t just my slave, you’re my dedicated sex slave, just like Scootaloo,” he instructed, stroking the side of her face. “Understand?”
She nodded slowly, staring off into nothingness as she monotonously replied. “Yes, Master. I am your dedicated sex slave, just like Scootaloo.”
“Buck…” Scootaloo mumbled, nearly drooling at her curvaceous friend’s empty state. A smirk split her muzzle, as she raised a brow at Anon. “Dedicated sex slave like me huh? Guess I’m the gold standard of being a fucktoy, eh, Master?”
Anon rolled his eyes. “Pfft ~ So far you are, slut.”
He surveyed his phone’s screen, eyeing up the slave type section. Last time, when he had first enslaved Scootaloo, access to more slave types was locked behind acquiring two more slaves. Now with Apple Bloom as his thrall, he only needed one more. Biting his lip, well aware of just who that last mare would be, he shook his head and focused on the present.
Finally, he set Apple Bloom’s slave type to ‘Standard’, lustfully glancing up at her as he did. So far Apple Bloom had been nothing more than an empty cocksleeve to serve him, which was hot, but having her personality, albeit warped heavily, still intact was a measure better. Watching as the app’s magic went to work, Apple Bloom’s body went stiff. Her eyes fluttered quickly, their glazed over state morphing into more lively ones, with hearts laying in her pupils.
Her body loosened up, allowing her to give a content sigh as she shook herself off. Looking around and catching sight of Anon, her tail immediately flagged itself. “Oh! Hello, Master!”
Her far more lively state sent a surge of blood to Anon’s member, as he nodded and greeted her. “Hello, slave ~ Feeling good?”
“I feel amazing, Master~” she cooed, looking at him with lidded eyes as she looked over her shoulder and eyed up her fat flanks. “Ah can tell you had some fun eating out mah goods, Master. Hope my sweaty asshole and drooling cunt were satisfying to ya!”
Anon walked over towards her, giving her a firm slap on the ass and earning an ecstatic yelp from her. “More than satisfying, and Scootaloo loved having some fun with you before too.”
Apple Bloom raised a brow, turning her attention towards the orange pegasus. “Oh, Scoots! You’re Master’s slave too?”
“Mhm ~ I was his first bitch!” Scootaloo happily replied, nuzzling her friend and standing beside her. “He had us make out a bit before you got some semblance of your mind back. Now we can be his totally awesome, personal sluts together~”
Apple Bloom blushed lightly, nuzzling her fellow crusader back. “We kissed? Golly, hope we do it again then ~ Ah’d love to actually remember sucking face with you…”
Anon raised a brow, noticing the apparent dynamic between the two. He wasn’t some guru of love, but even he could tell these two had a hidden crush on one another they hadn’t ever told each other. Walking up behind them, he cupped their plump flanks with a hand each.
“Aren’t you two so cute ~ But remember, I come first, always.”
The two exchanged one more shy glance at each other, before biting their lips and looking back at him.
Apple Bloom pressed her rump into his hand, licking her lips. “Course ya are, Master! Ah’m your dedicated sex slave! Your pleasure is mah purpose!”
“Yeah! We’re your fucktoys! Whatever you want, we’ll do~” Scootaloo followed, pressing her own ass back into his hand as well.
Anon gave them a slap each on the flank as a reward, a giddy moan creeping past their lips as he did so. Walking back to their fronts, he looked between them both.
“Scootaloo, I just pumped you full of cum, so I think it’s only fair I do the same for Apple Bloom,” he noted.
Scootaloo’s small wings fluttered at her sides, cum gushing out of her pussy as she bounced excitedly in place. “Y-yeah! I’d love to watch you fuck her slutty body senseless!” She shook her ass, her tail beginning to wag. “It’ll be so hot! Almost as hot as actually getting fucked myself!” She glanced over at the other mare. “What do ya think, Apple Bloom?”
Apple Bloom already had her eyes glued on Anon’s rock hard cock. “Ah’d love that! My real talent in life is serving your dick, Master, and you worked me up something fierce back there!” She bit her lip as she felt her marehood angrily winking at the empty air. “Ah need to get fucked silly by your fat tool!”
“A-ta-ta,” Anon tutted, waggling his finger in front of her. “You won’t get plowed by me just yet.”
Her smile dropped, a frown forming across her countenance. “W-wha?! B-but, Master! Ah’m meant to serve you and your cock! That’s mah purpose!”
“C‘mon Master, please?” Scootaloo joined in, feeling her own cunt begin to wink as she eyed up Apple Bloom’s slavering lower lips. “It’ll be so, so, so hot to watch you fucking rail her like the whore she is!”
Apple Bloom nodded, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Y-yeah! What Scootaloo said! Use me like the fat assed whore I am - woah!”
Before she could finish her begging, she felt his cock slap itself firmly onto her muzzle. Blinking wildly, a shiver ran up her spine as she felt it throb right on her forehead. Gulping, she took a deep, sharp breath, moaning as his scent met her.
“M-Master…?”
Anon grinded his rod on her face, throwing her a wolfish grin. “Just like Scootaloo did when I first enslaved her, you better worship my cock before you earn the right for me to fuck that pussy of yours~”
She shuddered, his aroma sending pleasurable waves through her body. “Of course, Master. I’m going to be the best cumdump possible for you! Ah’ll worship your cock, and then I’ll milk you dry like the personal slut I am~” she groaned, pressing her muzzle forward and taking in more of his scent. “Who knows, maybe you’ll actually get a cutie mark in fucking a dumb bitch like me! I’m even better than Scoots at helping creatures find their talents!”
“Hey!” Scootaloo snarled, stamping her hoof on the grass. “I told him the same when he first fucked my throat! A-and you are not better at finding talents than me! You aren’t even a better fleshlight for him!”
Apple Bloom eyed her from the side, furrowing her brow. “Am too! And ah’ll prove it!” She gave Anon’s balls a gentle kiss, throwing him a sultry gaze. “Master, may ah please worship your cock like a proper sex slave should?”
Anon grinded his member on her face harder, nodding his head. “Don’t let me stop you. Blow me, bitch.”
“Happily, Master,” she cooed, slowly parting her lips and moving onto his nuts.
Gingerly, she lapped at his sweaty package with her tongue, shuddering intensely as his wondrous flavor lit her taste buds. Earthy, yet exotic, his taste was beyond anything she had ever experienced, and it added to the endless wonders her Master already had to offer her. Pressing her nose closer to his flesh, she took deep breaths, allowing his natural aroma to flood her sinuses entirely.
She lost herself in the moment, carefully swirling her tongue around each of his balls in rotation, occasionally popping one into her mouth and suckling on it gently. She moved her tongue with intent, swirling his sensitive orbs inside her maw, leaving not a single part of them untouched. She stooped lower, hungrily licking at the very bottom of his sack, sliding her tongue along his taint and back up towards the bottom of his shaft.
Anon moaned deeply, surprised by her clear obsession with his balls. “Nngh ~ You having fun down there, slave?”
“Gah! Yup! Ah am, Master!” She licked his nuts as she spoke, greedily savoring his flesh. “I loved sucking on nuts even before you made me your bitch, but your balls are so much better than any of the ones on the stallions ah’ve had before!”
Anon pursed his lips. “Oh? You were a little slut before this, huh?” he tittered.
“Ah sometimes blew some of the shop owners ah deliver the farm’s apples too,” she replied, slurping on one of his nuts before releasing it and continuing. “Get better…’business relations’ so to speak. Mah sister did the same back when she was working on the farm all the time, and ah’m just taking up the mantle!”
Scootaloo chuckled to their side, raising a brow. “You’ve been blowing stallions this entire time? Jeez, Bloom, I knew you had the body of a slut but I didn’t know you were actually a slut!”
“Yup~” Apple Bloom confidently replied, lapping at the underside of Anon’s package for a few moments. “Ah! I’ve been blowin’ studs like Filthy Rich to keep up the business tradition AJ started!” She giggled, swaying her hips behind her. “Don’t tell mah sister this, but they’ve all said I’m way better at slurping on some nuts than her.”
Anon stroked her mane, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. “Seems you really were meant to be made into my cocksleeve, hmm?” He gripped the back of her hair, pulling her head back and glaring down on her. “But there’s more to serving me than sucking on my nuts, bitch~”
“Nnngh~” Apple Bloom moaned, taken off guard by his sudden aggression. Her marehood seized upon itself at his slightly rough treatment, her arousal growing all the more. “Hehe ~ Of course, Master!” She slowly slid her tongue along the underside of his cock, stopping at his tip. “A proper slave throats her Master’s dick~”
Finishing her remark, she dove her muzzle down, straining a bit as she felt him slide down her throat. She clenched an eye shut, gagging lightly as she forced herself to go lower, managing to slip his entire length down her gullet. Holding her position for a moment, she began to bob her head up and down, routinely slipping his length into her throat before nearly releasing it and stopping at his tip.
She kept up her pace, slurping on his rod with intent to please. Looking up at him with her corrupted gaze, she coughed around his cock, yet never seized her motions. Though she was absolutely phenomenal at worshiping his nuts, her experience with sucking dick had been mediocre at best. Still, she knew her Master would eventually mold her throat to serve his dick perfectly, so she simply had to work her way there.
“Keep going, slave,” he commanded, pushing her head down and forcing her to take his entirety again. “You’re going to get real good at this soon enough ~ I’ll be sure to fuck your face plenty to help!”
His words fanned the fire of her determination, as she clenched her eyes shut and began to throw her muzzle down with fury. She knew he had caught onto her struggles, and, refusing to allow such a shameful thing for a slave like her, she doubled her efforts. Willing her body to push past its limits, her enslaved mind caring for nothing more than his pleasure, she managed to continuously slide his full size down her throat, deepthroating him with whorish expertise.
“Yeah, Mahster!” she slurred, messy, wet slurping sounding out and muffling her reply.
She kept her eyes on his own domineering ones, looking up at him as she served him with everything she had. Mere hours ago she thought her reason to live was to run the farm and help others find their talents, but now she knew the utmost important thing to her was him. His entire existence gave her bliss, and as one of his personal sluts she had to give her all and more for him.
Gasping as she pulled his length from her maw, she dove back down, engulfing his nuts into her mouth and lavishing them with her tongue. She had made up for her shoddy initial performance on his dick, but she was eager to earn bonus points with her well-trained nut worshiping. Beginning a steady rotation of deepthroating and ball gurgling, she used every ounce of experience and determination within her to please her owner.
Scootaloo watched from afar, bucking her hips back into the empty air as her cum-filled cunt leaked with her Master’s seed. The sight of her lifelong friend having her face fucked by their Master’s cock was downright one of the hottest things she’d ever seen, yet she felt a tinge of competitiveness surging within her. With a second slave being in the mix, she had competition - competition for her Master’s affection. She loved Apple Bloom, both sexually and romantically, even if she hadn’t openly admitted yet, but she refused to allow herself to be surpassed.
She envied her friend’s position, wishing it was her throating his divine tool, but she’d have her turn another time. A little friendly competition of sluttiness seemed fun, and either way she and Apple Bloom would be getting thoroughly used by him. Smiling to herself, continuing to shake her ass as she spectated the two, she licked her lips.
Watching wasn’t that bad anyways.
Apple Bloom, having been dutifully blowing his dick, pulled her head back, swirling her tongue around his tip. “So ~ How am I doing so far Master - Glk! Mmmph!”
Anon’s arousal had hit the same levels they had with Scootaloo earlier, his libido clouding his mind as he entered a lustful frenzy. He had been managing to hold on rather well for some time, but her wondrous ball sucking, and the knowledge that she was now his has been his undoing. Grabbing the back of her head, he slammed her face down onto his groin, pulling her hair to force her back up, before repeating the same motion again.
He pressed her muzzle into him over and over, shifting his hips and humping her face each time she met his body. She clenched her eyes shut, her body tensed, and she held her breath, determined to hang on as she was used like the fucktoy she now was. The world around her spun, her arousal had reached new heights, and she could’ve sworn she heard a jealous moan from Scootaloo off to her side. She groaned around his cock, the feeling of being used so roughly filling her with bliss. This was her purpose, being used by him without second thought, and she was overjoyed to be properly serving her role in life.
Only when he pulled her head back up entirely was she able to take a proper breath. Gasping for air, heaving air into her lungs desperately, she coughed lightly. Though the treatment was tough, she felt absolutely amazing.
“Not bad, slave,” Anon remarked, lifting her chin and rubbing her cheek. “You okay?”
She coughed lightly, smiling at his compliment and care for her. “Y-yeah - cough - Master, I’m more than okay!” She nuzzled his hand, giving his palm an affectionate kiss. “Ah fucking love gargling some nuts, and your fat balls were the best!” She avoided his gaze, nerves setting in on her. “I hope ah did good on throating your cock too, Master…”
“Oh, Apple Bloom, you did wonderful!” He pet her mane, turning her attention back towards him. “Scootaloo does have you beat when it comes to sucking my cock, but you’re the winner when it comes to slurping on my cumtanks!”
Apple Bloom beamed, elated to hear she had done well enough to satisfy her Master. “Wooowee! Thank ya kindly, Master!” A sly grin split her muzzle, as she eyed Scootaloo. “Hear that, Scoots? Ah’m the best nut guzzler~”
“Tch,” Scootaloo harrumphed to their side, forcing away her blush and scowling at the earth pony. “Well Master said I’m better at deepthroating him, so!” She threw her snout into the air, sticking her tongue out at her friend. “Guess we’re even!”
The two paused for a moment, looking at each other with determined glares, but after a few moments their scowls cracked, as smiles formed on their faces. They both giggled at one another, heartily laughing.
“Hehe! We really are a perfect pair of bitches for Master!” Apple Bloom tittered, leaning down and suckling on Anon’s tip. “Thanks for having him come and enslave me, by the way.”
Scootaloo waved a hoof before herself, dismissing her friend's thanks. “It was Master’s idea to come and make you his slut, I just helped.” She smirked, raising her brows at Apple Bloom. “But don’t give me praise for helping trick you, not yet at least, cause the best part is about to begin~”
Apple Bloom went to respond, curious as to what her friend meant, but before she knew it Anon had whirled around and gotten behind her. Trying to look over her shoulder at him, she felt him firmly place his hand on her back, slamming her torso down into the grass below. Pinned in place, her ass in the air, she couldn’t move an inch, as she felt him place his cock between her massive asscheeks.
“You’ve got a fat ass, slave,” Anon remarked, slamming a hand against one of her flanks, leaving a red handprint in its stead. “I’m going to love watching it bounce as I breed you.”
Apple Bloom’s heart skipped a beat, as she felt him strike her massive rump several more times. The stinging sensation on her tush sent her instincts alight, her marehood beginning to hungrily wink. She felt his cock throbbing between her cheeks, gliding along her slickened holes and teasing her all the while. She began to twerk on him, able to move her hips while her torso was firmly pinned to the ground. Clapping her asscheeks around his dick, moaning with pleasure as she felt him grinding against her sensitive regions, she felt her chest flutter.
She couldn’t fathom what he meant by breeding her, with her knowledge of biology telling her it was impossible for her Master to pump a foal into her, but if the prospect was even the slightest bit possible, she wanted it more than anything else in the world.
“This fat ass is my property, isn’t that right?” he snarled, hotdogging his member between her clapping flanks.
She struggled to reply, all too consumed in the sensations accosting her. “Y-yes, Master! All of mah body is yours! My fat ass! Mah tits! My pussy! Mah asshole! I’m yours and yours only! Ah exist to serve you and your cock!”
“Sweet Celestia, I just can’t get enough of it!” Anon cheered, sinking his free hand into her thick flesh. “These are some of the biggest asscheeks I’ve seen!”
Apple Bloom composed herself as best she could, looking back at him while still being pinned down. “Hehe ~ You really like my fat, juicy ass huh, Master?” She picked up the tempo of her twerking, utilizing her best asset to the utmost level. “Years of applebucking gave me the thickest, softest, and fattest cheeks since Pinkie Pie! Ah’m the whole package ~ Pillowy thighs and an ass you could drown in - perfect for being your sex slave! You got yourself a slut with an flank made to be fucked!”
“Wow, slave, quite the confident little monologue!” Anon noted, pressing down on her back harder. “You know what that made me think?”
Apple Bloom gulped, hearing the thrilling yet menacing tone of his voice. “W-what, M-Master?”
“Well,” he started, suddenly lunging his hand upwards. Slamming against her neck, he pinned the side of her face to the ground, pressing her mane into the pink cloth wrapped around her neck. “I think I’m going to fuck you senseless now.”
Her eyes went wide, feeling the side of her face being shoved into the grass. “W-wait Master! T-take it s-slooooooow!!!”
With blinding speed, Anon pivoted his hips back and slammed into Apple Bloom’s slavering cunt. She felt her entire body begin to spasm, the first orgasm of many rippling through her entire being like a tsunami of delight. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth hung open in a cock-crazed grin, and she allowed herself to be ravaged by the man who had claimed her free will.
Anon felt her walls spasming around his length, her marish juices spurting from her depths like a fountain and coating the blades of grass below them. The tantalizing scent of apples filled the air, her natural scent wafting into his sinuses. Feeling his craving rise, he wrapped his hand around her tail, pulled on it hard, and began pummeling into her fat ass.
Her rump was pulled towards him as he yanked her tail, her entire flank jiggling wonderfully with every primal plunge he made into her depths. Wet plaps filled the air, mixing with her blissful howls, as the persistent “clap clap” of their bodies meeting joined in. The symphony of lustful sounds were a symbol of her submission, her utterly dominated form representative of her mind being his to bend. She hadn’t expected the day to go as it had, figuring it was to be another day on the farm, but now she was being ruined by her Master as she fulfilled her newly established role as his cocksleeve.
She sputtered and gasped, losing count of just how many orgasms rocked through her body, going insane from the pleasures breaking her already conquered mind.
“Y-yes! Fuck me, Master! Ah’m yours! I’m your bucking fucktoy! Nnngh! S-sweet Celestiaaaa! Don’t stop! More! More!” she wailed, her hind legs twitching as her pussy gushed with her climatic juices.
Her ecstatic cries sang a song to Anon’s desires, as he increased his tempo even more. Scootaloo stood frozen in place, jaw slack as she watched her fellow slave getting pounded into the ground by his cock. Lost in the moment, she was only snapped out of it by Anon calling out to her.
“Mmph ~ Scootaloo!”
She shook her head, perking up. “Y-yes, Master?!”
“The phone, grab it.”
“Uh, s-sure!” She scurried over towards his phone, carefully picking it up as her winking snatch continued to spill her creampie onto the ground. “What d-do you need?”
He snarled, pressing into Apple Bloom even harder, yanking her tail more. “Go to - nngh - Apple Bloom’s section.”
“Erm…o-okay,” Scootaloo stammered, struggling to use the small device. Managing to sort of tap on the small InstaSlam icon with her snout, she pressed on the slave tabs. She found herself unable to click on her own, some arcane force preventing her from adjusting herself, but she was able to access Apple Bloom’s. “I’m there, now what?”
“Mmmmgah! H-haaaa! Sweet applesauce I love being your bitch!” Apple Bloom groaned below him, cumming on his cock for the umpteenth time.
Anon grit his teeth together, his cock beginning to flare in her depths. “Click - haaa - click on the release tab. I was - fuck - I was checking yours out earlier today and saw a fun option.”
An idea had struck him while ravaging Apple Bloom’s cunt. Her snarky, dismissive attitude had been firmly demolished upon her enslavement, but he still wanted to give her initial response further comeuppance. Having spent some of his morning inspecting all the features and gimmicks he could do to Scootaloo, preparing himself for Apple Bloom, he had found some rather interesting things.
Though Scootaloo couldn’t be released, having been permanently enslaved to him due to him pumping a foal into her, her release tab was still available, albeit grayed out and ultimately useless. Still, he was able to read over the release options, and had discovered that it wasn’t just straight forward letting them go as he had thought. There were a variety of options, ranging from letting them go entirely, to giving them back their mind but still controlling their body, leaving suggestions to change their lifestyle upon being freed, and more, but one option he saw had stood out to him the most.
Scootaloo looked up at him curiously, trying to focus above the lustful wailing Apple Bloom was giving. “Alright! What do you want me to click?!”
“Release with a trigger! Nnngh ~ Click that one!” he groaned, his thrusting growing wild.
Scootaloo squinted at the screen, looking over the tabs. Spotting the option he had mentioned, she booped the screen with her nose and selected it. A text pop up showed on the screen, asking for a trigger phrase to be given.
“It says it wants a phrase, Master!” she called out, waving the phone in her hoof.
He scrunched his nose, thinking for a moment through his haze of lust. “Bloom Bitch!”
His phone gave an audible chime, causing Scootaloo to yelp in surprise.
Trigger ‘Bloom Bitch’ registered! Preparing to release slave ‘Apple Bloom’ with the desired trigger phrase active…
A few seconds passed, before the phone shimmered with magic. In an instant, the hearts faded from Apple Bloom’s eyes, as they went wide in bewilderment.
Seemingly returned to her senses, her free will restored, the earth pony sputtered in confusion. “Ahn! Nnngh! W-what the hay?!”
“Hmmph ~ This is what - unf - happens to you when you disregard your Master,” Anon growled, thrusting into her as his climax grew closer. “Forgetting me, laughing at Scootaloo and I!!”
Apple Bloom’s eyes rolled up, as she tried to comprehend what was happening. “W-wha?! Slave?! Y-you’re bucking me! Ahn! Ah don’t understand! Mmmph! Oh applesauce! W-What did ya to do me?!”
“He turned you into his obedient fucktoy, just like me!” Scootaloo teased, leaning forward and glaring down at her friend. “Don’t worry though, you’ll be his permanent slut once he finishes you off~”
Apple Bloom’s jaw hung open, a pleasurable smile splitting her muzzle as her head was still pinned down, her mind breaking from the intensity of the fucking. “Nnngh! S-so good! F-finish me off?!”
“I’m going to knock you up,” Anon cooed, his thrusting going as hard and fast as it could. “And - mmph - make you my sex slave forever alongside Scootaloo.”
Her eyes fluttered, barely able to understand what was being said to her. “H-hang on! Ah’m not a slave! You can’t - nngh holy buck! You can’t get me - h-haaaa!!!”
Anon spanked her ass savagely, gripping into her tail and tugging it again immediately after. Each thrust he made was one with intent, savoring the sounds Apple Bloom gave him. Each time his body met hers, her jealous asshole pressed against his skin, making an audible pop every time he pulled back away. Feeling his climax moments from hitting him, sweat beading down him and Apple Bloom’s form, he smirked over at Scootaloo.
“Do the honors, slave.”
“W-what honors?! Nnngh! S-Scootaloo?!” Apple Bloom sputtered, drooling onto the grass.
“Awesome,” Scootaloo devilishly snickered. Her marehood winked eagerly, her lust skyrocketing as she was given the right to fully and properly send her friend into eternal servitude alongside her. “Don’t worry…Bloom Bitch~”
Apple Bloom’s eyes shot wide open, hearts filled them immediately, and a noiseless scream escaped her lungs as she felt her entire world as she knew it spin in a moment’s notice. Her free will obliterated itself within the blink of an eye, her mantras and slave mentality filling the void of thought in her head with haste. The pleasure of being put under Anon’s control a second time was the single most euphoric sensation she had felt in her entire life.
Yet it was swiftly dethroned by what came next.
Pulling on her tail with everything he had, Anon shoved her face against the grass as hard as he could. He thrust into her one, final time with every ounce of strength he had, making her massive asscheeks jiggle intensely from the sheer force of his strike. His cock pushed up to her womb, kissing her awaiting baby maker with his tip, as he let out a guttural moan and sealed her fate.
With a surge of warmth, Apple Bloom felt her depths fill with his seed. Load after load of his fertile, arcanely manipulated spunk shot into her awaiting womb, flooding the cavity and quickly spilling out of it. Molten essence coated her walls, and she felt the greatest climax of her life strike her with the force of a collapsing star.
She felt like she had left this world, entering a realm of sheer pleasure and bliss, but somehow this was her wondrous reality. Her every nerve danced with pleasure, she spasmed intensely, and she wavered in and out of consciousness as she felt her thick flanks wobble from his plunge. The gates of nirvana had opened for her, as his floodgates parted for his cum to fill her to the brim. Every last rope of cum shooting into her felt like a mini orgasm in of itself, elongating her literal life changing climax and sending her into the throes of euphoria itself.
Scootaloo did everything she could to not go into a lustful frenzy at the sight of her friend being claimed, yet she couldn’t hold on. The sights, sounds, and smells of her friend’s permanent enslavement were enough to send an immense and overpowering surge of pleasure to her marehood. Gasping sharply, she rubbed her thighs together and endured her sudden, sense-induced orgasm. Her cum-drooling depths gushed her liquid lust down her thighs, as her eyes rolled back and she felt her body begin to spasm.
The act of restoring Apple Bloom’s mind, albeit incredibly briefly, had torn Anon asunder. The climax in which he was experiencing was just as intense as the first one he had when he bred Scootaloo, and he saw dots spotting his vision as he unloaded into the mare. Her delicious taste, ample bosoms, thick thighs, and absolutely massive ass had amassed into a phenomenal conquest. Her snug pussy, fragrant ponut, and mouth all existed to service his cock now and forever, and the knowledge of that sent his climax to new heights.
The three of them rode out their orgasms for what felt like a small eternity. Gasping, moaning, and babbling with bliss, they managed to hold onto reality. With their minds hazy with lust, their peaks began to subside. Sweat lined their figures, the smell of mixed sex filled the air, and their bodies shook in their afterglow. Apple Bloom’s abdomen was partially engorged, the sheer load of cum dumped into her pushing her body to its limit.
Anon felt her pussy milking his cock for every last drop of cum he had to offer, her body utterly dedicated to him just like her mind. Sighing to himself, he let go of her tail, her rump slumping down a bit as he stopped yanking on the furry appendage. He caressed her ass, feeling up her sweat stained asscheeks - the same asscheeks that’d be obediently bouncing on his cock for the foreseeable future. Pulling his other arm off her neck and back, he slowly began to retreat from her depths. As expected, her pussy greedily tried to keep him within, gripping down with fury, yet he managed to escape.
“Haaa ~ S-so much…cum! Ah love it! Nnngh! Thank you, Master! Ahn!”
A surge of cum spurted out of her depths, his seed flowing out of her in a steady stream. Wiping sweat off his brow, he smacked her large, wobbling cheeks one final time, before standing up and walking over towards Scootaloo.
Reaching the pegasus, watching her breathing heavily as she basked in her afterglow, he also struck her fat ass. Though not as incredibly thick as Apple Bloom's, her rump was still thick as hell, and the jiggling sight of them, accompanied by her moan of pleasure, made him smile.
Ding! Ding!
There it was, the sound he was waiting to hear. Stopping down, picking his phone up from the grass after Scootaloo had dropped it during her orgasm, he opened it and tapped the InstaSlam app.
InstaSlam: Apple Bloom Slave Status Updated!
InstaSlam: Apple Bloom Enthrallment Status Updated!
Fully knowing what was going to greet him, Anon tapped the ‘Enthrallment Status’ notification, opening up the appropriate tab. Beside Apple Bloom’s name was no longer ‘Enslaved with Release Available’ but instead, much to his delight, ‘Permanently Enslaved’.
She was all his.
Snickering to himself, his arousal growing once more, he pressed on the ‘Slave Status’ notification. The screen from before popped up, with some changes clear. Next to her estrus status, it stated that she was “In Heat (Satisfied)”, meaning their rut had quenched the estrus that had been thrust upon her. Though, that wasn’t what he was excited about, turning his attention to the details below it.
Egg Status: Fertilized
This slave is pregnant.
He licked his lips, knowing his second potential foal factory had been made. The rush he felt knowing he had impregnated the mare, when she had only expected an innocent meeting earlier in the evening, was beyond explanation. Apple Bloom had gone from a responsible, hard working mare, to his pregnant, cum-drunk sex slave in less than a few hours.
It was perfect.
Tossing his phone on top of his pants, Anon watched as both his slaves slowly began to rise up.
“Jeez,” Scootaloo groaned. “That was way too hot.”
Apple Bloom shakily stood up on her legs, panting lightly. “Mmmm ~ You gave me s-so much! Ah didn’t even know I could handle so much cum stuffing my pussy!”
“That’s not the only thing, slave,” he followed, walking over and scruffing her mane. “Back when I pumped Scootaloo full, that trusty little app of mine gave me a bit of a surprise.”
“Huh?” Apple Bloom questioned, her ear twitching subtly. “Whatcha’ mean?”
Anon rubbed the back of his head, petting her gently with his free hand. “Welllll, somehow it makes my biology compatible with yours. Meaning I can pump a foal into you, and not some freakish human pony hybrid thing, since it gives me stallion-esque seed. It’s really confusing, honestly.”
Her eyes went wide, as she looked up at him. “So what you’re sayin’ is…”
“You’re pregnant,” he confirmed, smiling down at her.
Apple Bloom beamed, surging forward and hugging him. “That’s amazin’, Master! I’m gonna be your own, personal breeding bitch! Oh ah can see it now! Me walking around with a big set of tits and an even fatter ass, getting pinned down as you fuck mah gravid form like the fleshlight I am!”
“Unf ~ Since when could you talk dirty like that?~” Scootaloo purred, trotting up beside her. “Can’t wait for me to be the same way. He made me look pregnant by messing with that app’s adjustment options last time, and jeez did I leak milk like a fountain.” She snickered, eyeing his cock. “Guess that’s bound to happen when your asshole is getting pummeled like no tomorrow~”
Apple Bloom bit her lip, eyeing her Master’s dick. An idea came to her, and she leaned towards Scootaloo’s ear. Whispering something to her, the pegasus giggled to herself and nodded in agreement. Anon watched them both throw him a sneaky look, left to wonder what they were discussing, but his answer was swiftly found.
They both whirled around, pressing the sides of their asses together as they stood side by side. They spread their hind legs apart, letting their tits hang clearly for him to see. Flicking their tails up, they showed off their creampied pussies, cum dripping out of both their winking depths. Their assholes glistened with sweat, laying under their docks like a mound of treasure. They began shifting their hips, starting to shake their asses for him, flinging cum all over the grass. Their cheeks clapped in a beautiful symphony of sluttiness, as they giggled to themselves.
“Well, now that you have two pregnant mares…” Scootaloo started, looking over her shoulder back at him.
Apple Bloom mimicked her motions, finishing her sentence. “Why don’t you make us look the part, like you did before~”
He didn’t need to be asked twice, swiftly opening the adjustment section of the app. Having set up a preset with the options he had used on Scootaloo yesterday, he tapped the appropriately titled ‘I Did This To Them’ preset, which he named himself, and watched as the magic happened. Blindingly bright magic engulfed the two of them, and it soon bursted outwards. Blinking wildly, even knowing what was awaiting him, he still nearly fainted at the sight before him.
Their asses had become far plumper, with Apple Bloom’s looking like it’d give Celestia a run for her money, and Scootaloo’s reaching a bit bigger than Apple Bloom’s usual size. Their flanks clapped even louder, as they continued twerking for him even after the magic hit them. Their thighs thickened, mounds of soft flesh that led up to their massive rumps. Their tits had both ballooned up, massive melons resting under them, dripping with milk as their bodies had been arcanely willed to do so. Of course, their bellies had appeared large and round, portraying the form of a mare a few months into pregnancy. The app’s magic body adjustments did have a limited timeframe, but they absolutely worked wonders, perfectly emulating a mare much further in the cycle of pregnancy.
Shaking their enlarged cheeks happily, they both eyed their Master with carnal hunger burning in their eyes.
“Please, Master ~ Come fuck your broodmare and fill me to the brim!”
“Ah crave your cock, Master! Your foal factory needs cum!”
Anon complied with their request, essentially replaying what he did with Scootaloo yesterday, except now he had a second bitch to use. Walking towards his insatiable sluts, he licked his lips.
Striking their asses, finding himself addicted to the action, he reminded them of an important detail. “Remember, slaves, after I fuck your assholes and fill you to the brim…”
“We should plan to enslave Sweetie Belle,” they replied in unison, smirking at him.
He rolled his eyes, chuckling to himself. “Right, right. What do you think about that?”
“She shouldn’t be left out!” Apple Bloom blurted out, pressing her rump against his hand. “She’s got a huge rack on her too!”
Scootaloo nodded, grinding against his palm. “Oh yeah, she does! Her ass is pretty fat too! We can’t not have her be your bitch too!”
“And how does watching her become a slave and get knocked up like you two sound?” he furthered.
“It sounds amazing, Master.”
They eyed each other, devious smiles splitting their muzzles as their eyes shimmered with mischief.
“She’s going to love being a slave like us!
He smiled, slipping a finger into their pulsing backdoors, earning a deep moan from them both.
“Good mares~”
