The Nightmare Potion

by ParsonJim

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, Main 6, Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Romance, Sex, Queen Chrysalis, Shining Armor, Slice of Life, Zecora
Length: 26434

Zecora creates a brew that has an unintended effect.

After hearing about Big Mac's disturbing dream, Zecora attempts to make a potion to remedy it. Unfortunately, it seems to have the opposite effect. But does it simply cause the user to have night terrors, or does it show them their unknown desires?

This story follows the ending of Big Mac's Seduction. Characters are anthro style.

WARNING: Contains sex, including non-consensual.

Published 2012-09-25 02:44:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-08-12 05:07:43 UTC

Zecoras Monster

Zecora’s Monster

Big Mac was getting ready to leave Zecora’s hut the morning after the second storm. “I should be free this weekend,” said Big Mac, “We can try to get together if you’d like.”

“If you can find the time, the pleasure would be all mine,” replied Zecora. They gave each other a quick hug before he left. Zecora watched Big Mac go until he left the clearing before turning back into her hut. Zecora sighed in content. Yesterday, she was in danger of having the side of her house caving in after a tree fell on it. Fortunately, Apple Bloom had brought her friends and older siblings to save her possessions. Zecora learned about Big Mac’s physical and mental ailments and had managed to heal them both. In return Big Mac let Zecora participate in the most romantic session of making love she had ever experienced. It was a bit of an emotional roller-coaster, but everything came up good in the end.

Pleasant evening aside, Zecora still had potion orders to fill. She set about her work with the skill and efficiency that only a master of her craft could. Because of the storms she had fewer orders than usual; mostly just potions for those who bought them on a regular basis.

While brewing up a new batch of “bad bones” potion, Zecora had an idea. She remembered how Big Mac had told her about his disturbing dream, and that’s what was causing hum so much worry. Maybe she could make a potion that would stop bad dreams. In her head, Zecora began to run through all the possible reagents she could use, she had never tried to make a potion that did anything like this before. After finishing her current batch of orders, she sat down at her potion table with a scroll and quill to help put her thoughts in order. After several combinations failed on paper, she finally found one that seemed to work. The only downside was that to dilute the mild poison in turma root enough, making the potion would produce three gallons of it. This was a lot more than she usually made for a potion, but if it worked, it would be easy to keep in supply.

Zecora spent the rest of the afternoon collecting the necessary ingredients and mixing the concoction together. Zecora meticulously selected the freshest plants and carefully measured everything out. The potion came together nicely in her cauldron. It was as dark burgundy color that clingged slightly to the sides of the cauldron as she stirred it, much like a red wine.

Zecora finished a little before sunset. After her evening meal and wash-up, she went about the final step when one creates a new potion: testing. Zecora dipped a ladle into the cauldron and lifted it to her lips. The potion had little smell or taste, just a hint of bitter form the turma root. Zecora took a sip of water to wash the taste of the potion down. She paced around her hut for a moment to see if there were any immediate effects. She didn’t feel any different, no weakness or other physical sensations or headache, which was usually what consumption of turma rood caused. After a few minutes of pacing, Zecora finally accepted that all was well. As she slipped into bed Zecora made a note to record what she could remember about any dreams she had. With the light of the moon and the sounds of the forest outside her window Zecora shut her eyes and fell asleep.

***

Zecora was in her hut, brewing potions, crafting charms and doing what one needs to survive in the Everfree Forest. A knock on the doorframe caught her attention. She turned around and saw Big Mac drenched to the bone, his shirt and pants sticking to him. “Big Mac! You don’t look well at all. Did you happen to slip and fall?”

“Eeyup,” he answered wringing some of the water from his shirt. Zecora invited him in to come in and stand by the fire. “Can you help with something,” asked Big Mac, “There’s something that I can’t quite reach on my back. I think it might be a leech.”

Zecora nodded, “They can sometimes have and infectious bight, we must remove that parasite.” Big Mac took his shirt off and turned around so Zecora could see. Zecora gasped at the sight of it. Between Big Mac’s shoulders was the biggest leech Zecora had ever seen. It had to have been over six inches long and thicker than her thumb. It was dark gray with a fleshy segmented body that glistened in a thin layer of slime. Most disturbing was that its mouth looked more like a ponies mouth that was sucking itself onto Big Mac’s back.

“The look of that leech makes me sick,” said Zecora, “but for removal I know just the trick.” Zecora took and placed the end of an iron prod that she used to move around the coals in her fire pit into the heart of the fire. The age old tick for removing leeches was to burn them. This way the leech let go and the heat would also help to kill the germs.

Zecora looked back at Big Mac who had remained with his back to the fire. Zecora’s eyes went wide in horror; the leech was finishing burrowing into his spine! “What the hell kind of leech is that!?! It just chewed into your back!” Zecora shouted.

The tail end of the leech disappeared as Big Mac’s skin slid back into place around the wound. Big Mac turned around; he seemed dead behind the eyes. Before Zecora could react Big Mac stated to tremble and transform. His fingers elongated and ended in pointed claws. His shoulders and chest widened, almost doubling their girth. His jaw seemed to elongate and grow pointed teeth, while his pupils widened until his eyes were entirely black. The transformation complete, the leech’s new host faced and grinned menacingly at Zecora, slowly and purposely walking towards her.

Zecora backed up towards the wall of her hut, her eyes darting around for anything she could use to defend herself. A glint caught her attention; she had a knife on her potions table. She grabbed it and held it out in front of her. “Whatever you do, don’t come any closer I’m warning you!” Zecora really didn’t want to fight this thing. Its transformation was so body-changing that there seemed to be no hope for saving Big Mac, but that didn’t mean Zecora wanted to go with him.

The host kept moving towards her, seemingly with no intention to stop, breathing heavily and walking with firm foot-falls. As it came within arm’s reach, Zecora slashed at it twice, once across the chest in the middle of its massive pec muscles and again along its stomach above the navel. Zecora then deftly jumped to the side to get away from it and catch her breath. The host stopped where it was. It ceased panting and shut its mouth and held still. Had she killed it? Zecora notice there was no blood on the blade and the two deep cuts didn’t bleed or leak any fluid whatsoever.

Suddenly, a pair of tentacles erupted form each of the cuts. Zecora was frozen, eyes wide in disbelief. The tentacles resembled the leech’s body; dark gray, segmented and thick. Zecora started to run for the door, but the tentacles shot after her. Just before she reached the doorway they grabbed her. The two from the host’s stomach each wrapped themselves around one of her legs while the two from its chest grabbed her arms. Zecora struggled and tried to swipe at them with the knife but they were too strong and limber and were able to avoid the slashes. The tentacles then effortlessly lifted her up off the ground, wrestling the knife from her grip, and carried her back to the host which had backed up and was now sitting on the bed.

Zecora continued to struggle and scream for help as she reached the host. The host reached its hands around to her middle, the claws poking and scratching her a bit. Its head lowered over her shoulder as it inhaled through its noes and breathed out heavily. “Ah… a good body.” Zecora closed her eyes and felt fatigue from all the struggling start to set in. What manner of beast was this? The host reached up to her top with its clawed fingers. “Must remove…” It then ripped through her hide top as easily as Zecora would have been able to tear paper, even though it was one solid piece with no seams. Its strength was unbelievable; even Big Mac would have trouble ripping hide. Zecora firm breasts jiggled form the movement of being set free. The host then reached down and did the same thing with her bottoms, leaving her completely naked.

“This cannot be!” shouted Zecora, realizing what the monster wanted, “Please spare me!”

The host grabbed both of Zecora’s breasts and squeezed them firmly, causing her to gasp. “So good…” it hissed. It started to fondle them, rubbing and squeezing them and lightly digging in one of its claws form time to time. Zecora squirmed under the sensation, but any attempt to break free was hopeless. The host opened its mouth and let its tongue slide out and down her chest. Its tongue was actually another tentacle that ended in a fleshy set of lips. Zecora gasped and watched intently as it raised itself even with one of her black nipples. From between the tentacle's fat lips a “normal” tongue appeared and the tentacle ran it over her nipple. Zecora moaned as the tentacle used it tongue to make little circles over her areola. “Mm… hard…” hissed the host, its speech unaffected by its tongue hanging out.

It felt good; even though it was a monster doing it, it felt good. “A creature like you should not see the light of day. Why are you making me feel this way?” Zecora groaned through the pleasure. The host didn’t answer; its tentacle tongue wrapped its fat lips around one of her pert nipples and sucked hard. Zecora whimpered under the onslaught.

With Zecora distracted, the host reached one hand down between her legs. Zecora cried as it dipped two of its long fingers into her pussy. It began to rhythmically flex and extend each one individually inside of her, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Eventually the host pulled its tongue back into its mouth and withdrew its fingers from Zecora’s folds. Zecora hung her head as she caught her breath. “So wet…” hissed the host. She looked up and saw the host inspecting its hand. Its first two fingers were covered in her cunny-honey, almost dripping with it. The host stuck the fingers in its mouth and sucked them clean. “Want more…” it groaned.

Its tentacles lifted Zecora up a little so she was off its lap. As easily as it had torn of her clothing, it ripped off what was left of Big Mac’s pants. When it lowered her back down, Zecora could see that it had another lipped tentacle in place of cock. It animated and slithered up between her legs, running is segmented length against her labia and clit. Zecora should have been disgusted, but it felt so good. A tongue appeared from the lips of the tentacle and sloppily licked her pussy. Zecora writhed in the grip of host, but escape still seemed impossible.

The tentacle sucked its tongue back in in pressed its end against her pussy. Zecora whined and the host grinned as it slowly slid in, Zecora feeling every segment of the tentacle as they ground against her labia. It began to slowly pump into her by itself; the host didn’t have to move at all. The host again grabbed her breasts in its long-fingered hands and began to fondle them it time with the thrusts of the tentacle. “Such a good body…” growled the host.

Zecora’s strength and resolve seemed to abandon her. The sensation was too great and the host was too strong. She felt her mind slipping into the pleasure. The host growled again, “Want more…” Zecora felt another tentacle pop out from the cut on the host’s stomach. It slid down between her firm butt cheeks and she could feel that it again had a set of lips and a tongue, which it ran over her anus.

Zecora felt some of her will come back. “No! Don’t you dare, think about putting it down there!” Her plea fell on deaf ears. As soon as she finished, the tongue stopped lapping at her anus and withdrew back into the tentacles mouth. It pressed itself against her tight hole. Zecora did her best to keep her ass squeezed shut, but the tentacle narrowed and forced its way in. Zecora cried in a mixture of pain and pleasure as it began to pulse and expand inside her. Taking advantage of moment, the host grabbed her chin and pulled her face even with its. The host’s and Zecora’s eyes met for a moment before it opened its jaw and its tentacle tongue shot into Zecora’s still screaming mouth.

Zecora tried to bight down but the tentacle was too tough. All together, the tentacles in her mouth, pussy and ass stared to pump into her at the same rate, with the host squeezing and rubbing her breasts again. Zecora started thrashing again, but the host wouldn’t be deterred. With so many sensations at once, Zecora could feel her climax quickly building inside her. The host could sense it as well and sped up. “Such a good body…” it hissed.

Zecora and the host came together. Zecora felt her pussy and ass clamp down on the tentacles, which continued to force themselves in and out of her. All of the tentacles, even the ones holding her arms and legs, shot out thick streams of thick black goo all at the same time. Zecora could feel it squirting around the outsides of the tentacles in her ass and pussy. Zecora screamed even though the same black spunk was being shot down her throat; she didn’t want to get infected!

***

Zecora suddenly snapped back to consciousness. She lay still and looked around her hut. Everything was normal and dawn looked to be just a few hours off. Zecora sighed in relief.

After a few deep breaths, she sat up to go and dump out the rest of the useless potion she had made. She felt something wet in her bottoms. She slid her hand down the front to feel what it was. Her pussy was absolutely soaked; did she have an orgasm while dreaming? When she pulled her hand out to examine it her fingers were covered in her juices. She wiped her hand on the sheet and felt her breasts; her nipples were still hard.

Now the final question. Zecora stuck a hand down the back of her bottoms between her cheeks. Her anus felt loose and puffy, sending chills up her spine as she touched it. It was like it was begging for something to be stuck in it.

Zecora lay back down and pondered what do. Had she created an aphrodisiac that caused nightmares, or did it show her something else? Whatever it did, Zecora was just one pony; it would need to be tested more.

Testing Begins

Testing Begins

Inspired by Lil-Miss-Jay

It was early Sunday afternoon when Shining Armor’s chariot touched down in Ponyvillie town square. After taking out his bags, he thanked the two pegasi drivers and they were off and headed back to Canterlot. Shining had finally gotten some time off and was able to come visit his sister in Ponyvillie. He pulled out a folded sheet of paper with directions to the library. He had never been to Ponyvillie before and he hadn’t had much time to talk with his sister since the wedding, so this was a great opportunity for some sibling bonding.

Shining walked through town getting some “ooh’s and ahs” from the locals; he was royalty after all. After a little stumbling around he finally got his bearings and swiftly made his way to the library. Shining took a moment to marvel at the architecture. Buildings in Canterlot were all built with stone, the idea of a building made out of hollowed out tree hand never crossed his mind. Shining went up and knocked on the door. “Come in,” said Twilight from inside. Shining lifted up his bags and used his magic to open the door.

Inside, Twilight and four of her friends were sitting at a round table. There was a large glass jar with what looked to be red wine in the center. Everyone who was in looked over to him as he walked in. “Shining!” shouted Twilight as she jumped up and ran over to him.

“Hey Twilie,” said Shining as he sat his bags on the floor. He and Twilight shared a good hug, while Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Rarity and Pinkie all waved hello form the table.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” said Twilight, “Sorry we can’t get to visiting right away. Something came up at the last minute but it shouldn’t take long.” Twilight thought for a second, “Maybe you can help out as well.”

“Oh,” said Shining, waling over to the table, “What’s going on?”

“We’ve been wondering that ourselves,” Rainbow Dash chimed in, “It feels like we’ve been waiting for hours for Twilight to tell us.” She crossed her arms and flopped down on the table.

“Rainbow, we’ve only been waiting three minutes,” said Applejack, “and you even showed up late.”

“Anyway,” started Twilight, “I think we are ready to begin.” Twilight’s friends all perked up and Shining sat down in an empty chair. “Thank you all for coming on such short notice. I’m sure you have questions.” Pinkie raised her hand. “Yes Pinkie.”

“Where’s Fluttershy?” asked Pinkie.

“Oh, I sort of didn’t invite her considering the topic of the meeting,” answered Twilight, hoping that would satisfy Pinkie. “I’ve called you all here to…”

“You can’t really say ‘all of you’ without Fluttershy here,” interrupted Pinkie, “Seriously Twilight, that’s just plain rude.”

“I’ll explain why in a minute,” said Twilight. “Zecora was by earlier today and…”

“I mean, how would you feel if Fluttershy invited all of us to something but not you?” asked Pinkie, interrupting again.

“Pinkie,” pleaded Twilight, “please let me finish. Zecora asked me to test a potion for her. The thing is that the…”

“The thing is that you would feel awful if Fluttershy didn’t invite you to something,” interrupted Pinkie again. “I know I would feel just awful, like the time I thought you guys were avoiding coming to my party and I got really moody and started to spy on what you were doing. Do you think Fluttershy is spying on us right now? Maybe we should…”

Rainbow Dash couldn’t take anymore. She grabbed one of the apples that had been set out on the table for a snack and shoved it into Pinkie’s mouth. Pinkie started chewing, enjoying the taste, but more importantly, she finally shut up.

Twilight waited until Rainbow Dash looked back at her. “The thing it that the potion causes nightmares.”

Twilight’s friends all when “Oh,” at the same time, realizing why Fluttershy wasn't there. “But if Zecora knows it causes nightmares, why does she need us to test it?” asked Rarity.

“The potion is supposed to stop the user from having bad dreams,” answered Twilight, “but so far Zecora has been the only one to try it. In statistics, the larger your sample size, the closer you get to the true answer. We need a larger N value to find out if the potion fills its intended purpose.” Applejack raised her hand. “Yes Applejack?”

“Yeah, um… what does that mean?”

Twilight sighed, “It means Zecora may have been a one-off. The potion may work just fine for everyone else but gave her a bad dream for some reason.” Applejack and everyone else looked like they were starting to understand. “So, only if more ponies try it, and it stops them from having bad dreams, then we will know if it works.”

“So you want all of Ponyvillie to try it?” asked Rainbow Dash.

“I figured we’d just start with us,” answered Twilight. “If we all get the same result, then we can be almost sure that it works or doesn’t. Although we’ll need to keep testing if it seems to work to make sure.”

“So, do we just drink it now?” asked Shining.

“Zecora isn’t sure how long the potion lasts or if daily activity may affect if it works. So I would say take some home with you and drink it a little while before you go to bed,” said Twilight. “Make note about what you did during the day and your dreams if you can remember.”

The other ponies at the table all looked around hesitantly at each other and le large jar of the potion. “Of course,” continued Twilight, “Being a scientific study, you don’t have to participate if you don’t want to.” Twilight looked a bit nervous, hoping her friends wouldn’t back out.

“I’ll do it,” Shining said confidently.

“Me too,” said Rainbow Dash, “I not scared of any bad dreams!”

“I guess I might as well,” answered Applejack, “Otherwise Rainbow won’t let me hear the end of it.”

“Well, it does have I nice color to it,” said a hesitant Rarity, “and it is for a good cause.”

“I’ll help,” said Pinkie bouncing up and down in her seat, “it is just dreams after all.”

“Thank you all so much,” said Twilight, “I really appreciate it, and I’m sure Zecora will as well.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to ask Fluttershy?” asked Pinkie again.

Twilight lowered her eyelids, “Do you want the nice answer, or the honest answer?”

Twilight then divvied up the potion for everyone. She gave the big jar to Applejack in case her siblings wanted to participate, keeping enough for here and shining in a pitcher. After saying good-bye to everyone, Twilight helped Shining take his bags up to the guest room. Shining couldn’t help but notice that something seemed to be missing. “Hey,” he asked, “Where’s Spike?”

“Oh, he left for Canterlot last night for the annual Scribe’s Union meeting,” answered Twilight. “He said that they planned for it to go a few days this time.”

“What happened last time?”

“They didn’t get anything done because they couldn’t decide who was going to take meeting minutes. He said that the fighting got so bad they had to call the police.”

Shining and Twilight spent the rest of the day walking around Ponyvillie catching up with one another. Every now and then someone would ask to be introduced to Shining and of course Mayor wanted a picture with him. Once they made it back to the library they both felt like they were about to lose their voices from talking so much. Had been dark for at least an hour by the time they got back so they decided to call it a night. The pitcher on the table instantly reminded Twilight about the experiment.

“It’s a good thing I left that out,” said Twilight, “Otherwise I would have completely forgotten.” She poured both Shining and herself a glass. Shining drank his right down while Twilight carefully jotted down notes on everything from the potion’s color and smell, to the aftertaste. Shining swore his sister would stay up all night if something interested her enough; the only thing that kept him from dragging her to her room was that for the experiment she would need to go to sleep. Shining changed and brushed his teeth. As he went to the guest room he saw that Twilight was no longer down in the library and must have finished taking her notes. Shining lay down in the unfamiliar bed. He thought he wouldn’t fall asleep because was so mentally stimulated by the events that day, but he fell asleep at once.

***

Shining Armor and Princes Cadence were settling down for bed in their home in Canterlot. They had gotten settled into a routine, although Cadence liked to keep things fresh. She would occasionally get new sexy pajamas and grill Shining with questions about how she looked in them. She loved getting him all pent up because it only made him releasing his frustration in bed all the better for both of them. “You coming to bed Cadence?” called Shining from the bedroom.

“Just a second,” she answered back. Shining sunk down into their large bed, it didn’t sound like she hand anything new tonight. Shining closed his eyes and waited for his wife to come and settle into bed with him. He heard the lights go off in the other room and waited for Cadence to get into her side of the bed. Instead, she crawled up on top of him. She didn’t have on any new pajamas, but she was wearing a sexy set that she had gotten earlier. “Sorry I don’t have anything new to show you,” she said with a twinkle in her eye, “But that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun anyway.”

Shining smiled and hugged her. “So how do you want to start?”

“Kissing would be nice.” Shining grinned and pulled her close, their eyes closing as their lips met. Being married to royalty and being the captain of the guard was hard work, but it had its perks, and right now he was enjoying one of them. He and Cadence started going at it with a little more enthusiasm. They both dropped their jaws and let their tongues play with each other. Cadence seemed particularly skilled tonight, her tongue seemed to be able to reach and wrap around anything. Shining figured her better return the favor and took the initiative.

He recoiled and shuttered when he pricked his tongue on something sharp. Did Cadence have something stuck in her teeth? Shining opened one of his eyes. He wasn’t kissing Cadence; whoever it was had a black coat and long greenish-blue hair. Shining suddenly recognized who it was! He threw her straight up into the air. “Chrysalis!” he shouted.

Chrysalis used her wings to easily catch herself before she fell. She was wearing little more than rages fashioned into a crude dress. “Took you long enough to notice,” she chuckled, her sharp fangs showing in her grin.

“What are you doing here!?!” shouted Shining after jumping out of the bed, “Where’s Cadence!?!”

“She’s back in Canterlot, safe and sound,” answered Chrysalis sounding a bit disgusted. “After what happened, It’s not like Changelings can get in their anyway.”

“But this is Canterlot.”

Chrysalis chuckled again, “Oh is it?” Her curved horn started glowing with a fluorescent green color. Shining looked up; the colors and textures of the finely cut stone of the ceiling seemed to wash away leaving the rough, black rock surface of a cave. Chrysalis hovered down to the floor and started to change the furniture in the room to the same black, blue and green colors while making it more “Changeling” in appearance. Shining continued to stare as the walls seemed to melt around him.

As the colors of what he was now sure wasn’t his bedroom continued to give way, what had been windows opened up to be tunnels. As soon as the openings were big enough, swarms or Changelings and immediately flew in at Shining. Shining steeled himself and ignited the magic in his horn; he wasn’t captain of the guard for nothing. He unleashed a hail of magical bolts into the pack of Changelings, taking out multiple targets with one shot. The Changelings began to fight back, spitting sticky globs of green goo from their mouths. Shining dodged and used his magic to create shields to defend himself, all while continuing his barrage of magic missiles, but the Changelings just kept coming. It seemed like the battle was an even match.

One Changeling happened to catch Shining’s eye. It was bigger than the others and its horn seemed more developed. It fired up its own magic and shot a glob that was a few shades of green darker than the ammunition of its compatriots. Shining conjured up a shield of force to block it, but to Shining’s disbelief, when it met the glob it seemed to dispel and dissolve. The glob hit Shining in the center of his head, completely covering his horn. Shining felt all of his enchantments fizzle and the goo absorbing any spell he tried to cast.

The hoard of Changelings was on him in an instant. Shining did his best to keep them off of him with punches and kicks but they were too many and too fast. Within seconds they had stripped him of his nightwear, and Shining realized they wanted him alive. Using their impacts they forced him back against the wall, and used their slime to cement his wrists to the wall and his hooves to the ground as well as two globs covering his cutie marks. With their prisoner now secure, the Changelings left carrying away the scraps of his clothing and their dead and injured just as Chrysalis finished removing the illusion on the last piece of furniture in the room.

Shining swallowed hard; he was now alone, and naked, with Chrysalis, the nastiest Changeling of all. Alone with her prey Chrysalis walked over to him, taking her time as she went. “Sorry for the rough treatment,” she said jokingly. “But you have to admit, that’s a good adaptation,” she indicated his horn.

“What are you going to do to me?” asked Shining, scowling at her. “Brainwash me and send me back in to deactivate the barrier? I’ll die first!”

“You’re so noble,” laughed Chrysalis. “Good as that idea is, and yes I did think of that, Cadence breaking my enchantment has made you immune to it. So short of possession, there is no way I can control your actions.”

“Then why have you brought me here?”

“Sustenance. Changelings survive on love remember?”

“Without your enchantment, there is no way you’ll ever get me to love you!”

Chrysalis’s dress burnt off in a green flame, giving Shining a full view of her curvy black figure. She was a little taller than he was and her black coat was accented by her green nipples on her large breasts and the flesh of her pussy that was the same color. “That’s fine,” she grabbed Shining’s chin with one of her clawed hands, “I was just going to take it anyway.” She then kissed him. Shining tried to clench his mouth shut, but she dug her claws into his cheek to force him to open it. As soon as the gap in his teeth was wide enough, her tongue shot inside and stared feeling his. He could tell now that her tongue was forked and prehensile, like a snakes tongue, and was exploring the entirety of his mouth.

“Stop!” Shining grunted as best he could.

Chrysalis let up enough so she could speak, “Why? You were loving this a minute ago, remember?” She went right back at it, not even giving Shining a chance to catch his breath. Chrysalis finally let up on him after a while. Shining dropped his head and panted to catch his breath. Chrysalis licked her lips, “Mmm, I forgot how much I liked being with you before the wedding. So juicy.” She played with his hair a bit. “Come now, we’re nowhere near finished.”

Chrysalis ran her hands over his arms and chest feeling his muscles. She kissed the nape of his neck, nipping him a little with her fangs and chuckling when he shivered. Her tongue reached his nipples well before her mouth did, flicking and tickling them causing Shining to squirm in his bindings. She sucked on them and pricked them with her fangs, loving the groans that Shining made. “You must really hate me,” gasped Shining, “Torturing me like this. Didn’t you get enough when you had me hypnotized?”

Chrysalis looked up at him, “Actually, you were a good groom and insisted that we hold off until after the wedding. I really wanted to do this, but try as I might I couldn’t convince you.” She let Shining chew on that thought while she licked around his navel. “All I said was I didn’t love you.” She grabbed his cock, which to his horror was fully erect because of her teasing. “With a hot body like yours, how could I possibly hate you?”

“Don’t do this,” Shining pleaded, “I’m begging you!”

Chrysalis looked up at him again, “I’ve wanted this for so long.” Her tongue slid out of her mouth and wrapped around his tender pink flesh. She then used her tongue to pull his cock into her mouth, the sensation gutting Shining. Chrysalis moaned in pleasure as she sucked on him, using one hand to pump the base of his shaft. She pulled his cock out of her mouth, “I can please you in ways Cadence never could.” She dug her claws into his shaft a little, causing him to gasp and his cock to pulse. Chrysalis smiled at his reaction and used her forked tongue to probe around his cock. She flicked it all over his head and where it met the shaft, she even pushed one of the points into the opening at the tip. Shining could only squirm in a mixture of pleasure, frustration and pain as she teased him. She ran her sharp teeth over his cock, gently scratching it before starting to suck it again.

Chrysalis went at it harder than before, taking him into her mouth faster and deeper. She used one hand to grab and fondle his balls. Shining could feel himself staring to get close, but he did his best to hold back. Chrysalis could sense it as well. She stopped sucking him for a second, “It’s alright. You can come,” and started on him again. Shining didn’t want to come; he was married and Chrysalis was essentially raping him. He at least owed to Cadence to hold out. But Chrysalis had one more trick up her sleeve.

She slid he tongue out the bottom of her mouth along his shaft. It then slithered to his balls and fondled and tickled one of them while she did the same to the other with her hand. It was more than Shining could take; he just couldn’t hold out any longer. Shining threw his head back and groaned as his orgasm rocked his body. He could feel the contents of his cock emptying into Chrysalis’s mouth as she drank down all of his spunk with a pleased moan.

After sucking the last drop from him, Chrysalis stood up to address him. “You must have really been holding back, that was quite a load. It should tide me over for a while now.” Shining head was hanging as he tried to catch his breath; he had never felt himself shoot out that much spunk before. His stomach felt hollow, from both coming and from breaking his vow to Cadence.

“Please,” he said weakly, “Please let me go.”

“Not a chance,” said Chrysalis, “It was hard enough to get you here in the first place, but your love is so good I can’t just let it go.” She kissed and licked his cheek while rubbing her breasts on his chest. “Pony love is always best when it’s given willingly, even if you have to use trickery.” She nibbled on his ear. “But, there’s just something satisfying about taking it from someone who’s unwilling. Plus, that’s when you get the physical sensation.”

Chrysalis stroked his cock, “I think you’re about ready again.” Shining was expecting her to start sucking on him again but she turned away and her horn started to glow.

“What are you doing?” asked Shining.

“Getting something more comfortable,” she answered. She levitated a lounge chair over and set it on the ground a few feet in front of him and sat down. “There’s more than one way to feed on a ponies love.”

Shining felt some of his strength returning, “You want to…”

“Well, I need to hatch more Changelings after you shot them down, don’t I? Haven’t you been trying for kids with Cadence?” Chrysalis spread her legs. Shining could smell her thick pheromones in the air. She spread her labia with two fingers; she was slick and green inside and the smell became stronger. “Come, I’ll make you a father.”

Her magic flared up again and the globs of green goo detached from their anchor points and started pulling him towards her. With his strength back, Shining fought her every step of the way. Eventually, she forced him over to her. She planted his hooves on the floor between her legs and his hands to the arms of the chair. “No!” he shouted defiantly, “I won’t give in to you!”

“I’m not asking for your love,” said a sly Chrysalis, “I’m demanding it!” The globs on his flanks flared up with magic and forced his hips forward. His cock plunged all the way to the base into Chrysalis’s folds. Shining cried in defeat while Chrysalis let out a pleased moan in triumph. She took the fingers that she had been using to hold herself open and stuck them into Shining’s mouth. His eyes opened wide as she forced him to taste her juices; it was bittersweet in both senses of the word. “Cadence was lucky to have a colt like you,” Chrysalis teased, “So passionate, yet submissive.”

Chrysalis used her magic and made Shining start thrusting in and out of her pussy. Once she got the rhythm going she started to play with her breasts and nipples with one hand while rubbing her clit with the other. Shining couldn’t believe the sensation. He felt Chrysalis’s magic waning and eventually stop, but he continued to pump into her on his own. “Why does it feel so good?” he asked. “It’s like my body has a mind of his own.”

Chrysalis chuckled, “Sin is a guilty pleasure. It always feels best when it’s wrong.” She leaned in and held his chin up so he was looking into her eyes. “You like cheating on Cadence don’t you? You love fucking me. Admit it.” Shining closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, he could feel himself getting closer and speeding up. Chrysalis’s pussy clamped down on him pushing him to the brink. “Don’t you dare pull out of me,” Chrysalis threatened, “Now COME!” Shining cried as he shot his spunk into her; why did it fell so good!?!

***

Shining gasped and sat up in the guest bed. He panted as he slowly scanned the room with his eyes. He sighed in relief realizing he was back in reality. He noticed something and looked in his pajamas. He had jizzed his boxers. Shining swallowed hard; the fact that it had happened was strange enough, but that it happened when he was dreaming about Chrysalis was disturbing.

Shining went to the bathroom to clean up and change. On his way back he looked through the crack in Twilight’s bedroom door. She was shivering and whimpering in her sleep. Shining walked in and gently shook her shoulder to wake her up. “Twilie? Are you alright?”

Twilight quickly came to. “Shining. You’re awake. Did you have a bad dream too? What do you remember?”

Shining remembered every detail in his dream, but didn’t want to tell Twilight everything. “Um, Chrysalis was there. What about you?”

“Oh Shining, it was awful! There were no books anywhere in the world. There was only this thick plastic sheet. They called it the ‘Kindle’.”

Royal Insult

Royal Insult

After meeting with Twilight and her friends, Rainbow Dash spent the rest of the day doing nothing particularly productive. She went for a cloud-swim, took a nap, swiped some apples from the Apple Family’s barn for lunch and practiced some flying techniques. Over the course of the afternoon she had completely forgotten about the potion she was supposed to test. Fortunately she happened to run into Twilight and Shining when she was out getting dinner and they reminded her. “You should consider making a list of what you need to do during the day Rainbow,” suggested Twilight, “It really does work.”

On her way home, Rainbow mocked Twilight a little under her breath; as far as she knew, Rainbow would have remembered once she got home. “My memory’s good enough that I don’t need a list,” she thought to herself, “Even Twilight forgets things.” When she arrived at her cloud home she put her bottle of potion next to her bed on the latest installment of Daring Do she had borrowed from the library, just to be sure she didn’t forget about it again.

Rainbow then made her way to the washroom to run a nice hot bath, tossing her clothes onto the heap that had accumulated by the doorway; she’d get around to washing them eventually. Rainbow was in the bath for at least an hour, but not all of it was spent getting clean. Rainbow had a thing for toys. Rainbow had never been with a colt and didn’t plan on it. As far as Rainbow knew, all colts wanted to be dominant, but so did she and the whole situation seemed like it would end up becoming a huge argument.

Using toys got around that problem. Rainbow could be the dominate one with another mare, usually Pinkie, or just have fun by herself like she was doing now. She had quite the collection; the only pony who may have had more was Pinkie because she had them hidden all over Ponyville. Sometimes it worried Rainbow that Pinkie would be able to pull out a vibrator from some random opening in a building or tree.

Eventually she got her fill and got out of the tub. After drying off she hopped into bed to finish her book. The bottle of potion on it reminded her of the testing, which she had again forgotten about. “Let’s get this over with,” said Rainbow to herself. Rainbow took and chugged the potion down, eager to get to reading. She didn’t pay much attention to the taste or texture other than it really didn’t have any. She tossed the empty bottle into the trash can in the corner of the room, easily making it in like any good athlete would. “Maybe this will help me dream about Daring,” she thought to herself as she started reading.

Rainbow read until her eyelids started closing by themselves and made the pages blurry. She glanced over at the clock; it was about two in the morning. She yawned and set the book down on her nightstand before pulling the blankets up over her shoulders. She was asleep almost the instant she was covered.

***

Rainbow walked out to her mailbox on a lovely sunny day. She shuffled through the various envelopes and papers that seemed to have no particular order or orientation; typical Derpy. Nothing was particularly interesting except for one very fine looking letter from Canterlot. Rainbow opened it and read aloud.

“Miss Rainbow Dash. Please allow us to congratulate you. You have been selected as…” Rainbow squinted to make sure she was reading the next part right. “A CANDIDATE FOR MEMBERSHIP IN A FACTON OF THE ROYAL GUARD!!!” she shouted in excitement. This had to be the best day ever short of being accepted into the Wonderbolts! With the letter clasped in her hand she did a sonic rainboom in the direction of Canterlot.

She arrived within minutes, not even feeling the least bit tired form the journey. As soon as she got her bearings she made her way to the palace. She hurried over to the wing where Princess Cilestia’s guard was stationed. It struck her more that it was a government office than a barracks or recruiting office. Rainbow groaned noticing there was a line to talk to the guard at the desk; maybe this job wouldn’t be so awesome if she had to do that all day.

She stared to read over the letter again to take her mind off of waiting. Something in it didn’t fit quite right. The letter said to go to the other side of the palace, but that was where Princess Luna was. Rainbow looked around; the line wasn’t really moving so there was nothing to lose by going to the other wing of the palace.

Rainbow walked in front of the grand staircase again, this time headed to Luna’s side of the castle. A little ways in, the décor started to change to match Luna’s taste. The stained glass windows which had mostly been bright colors dimmed to blues and purples. The change in lighting made everything feel more cramped, even though the architecture hadn’t changed. What was more eerie was that there was no one else around, not even any guards. At last Rainbow found the corresponding room on the letter. Rainbow used one of the large crescent-moon shaped knockers and waited for a response. The heavy doors opened simultaneously to a tall throne room; at least that was the only way Rainbow could think to describe it. “Enter,” boomed Luna’s voice from the other end of the hall.

“Come-on Rainbow,” she thought to herself, “You’re not scared of this. You just need to tell her you want to be a member of Celestia’s guard.” She stiffened up and held herself high as she walked into the room. Two of Luna’s guards with dark coats and armor covered in visages of moons and bats closed the doors in tandem behind her. Rainbow carried herself proudly down the hall, masking any doubts or fears she may have had. She passed two more pairs of guards as she went; Luna was apparently satisfied with a small contingent.

She reached the end of the room and stood before the throne looking up at Luna. It was hard to believe that Luna was a benevolent ruler by looking at her. She wore little that actually covered her body but they were all finely made and flowing. Her cloak doubled as a short shirt and the only other piece of actual clothing was a long silver loincloth that glistened in what little light there was in the room. Other than that, she had on her crown and an impressive amount of jewelry. Modest clothing must not have been a concern for the royal family 1000 years ago and Luna continued to follow the tradition. She didn’t look bad by any means; good curves, a healthy coat and busty; just imposing, almost as much as Nightmare Moon did.

“Ah, Rainbow Dash. The athlete of Twilight’s friends. Thank you for your quick arrival.” Luna’s voice wasn’t as powerful as it was on Nightmare Night, but it was still full of authority.

“Uh, no problem,” answered Rainbow. Seeing the princess she became very self-conscious; maybe she should have dressed for the occasion instead of just wearing her running shirt and shorts.

“To business then,” said Luna, “We wish for you to join out guard. After the incident with the Changelings, our sister has advised us to expand our detail, and so we shall.”

“Um, do you mean you and Celestia? I’m not caught up on my Royal Canterlot speak.”

“We mean the shadow guard,” explained Luna, “With your abilities and a few other like you, no fool could even hope to touch us.”

“I don’t want to be in the shadow guard,” protested Rainbow, “ I want to be one of the royal guards or the Wonderbolts.”

“What!?! Are you saying our guards do not fill and important role?”

Rainbow seemed to forget who she was talking to. “Well they didn’t exactly do a stellar job with the Changelings, and no one knows who they are. At least the royal guard gets some respect.” Luna looked to be getting angrier every second. “Come to think of it,” asked Rainbow, “Where were you hiding when the changelings attacked?”

“How dare you!!!” boomed Luna. The room seemed to shake as she spoke. “You not only reject our offer, but insinuate we are a coward as well!?!”

Rainbow Dash didn’t take guff from anybody, and Princess Luna was no exception. “Yeah!” she said defiantly, “What you going to do about it?”

Luna was absolutely livid. “Guards!!!” All six guards jumped and flew at Rainbow who immediately took to the air to get away. Rainbow looked around for a way to escape. The door was barred but there was a skylight of dark blue glass in the middle of the room. But as Rainbow flew closer it became obvious that the iron bars in the pattern were much too thick to break through. Rainbow slowed down for a second as she tried to think of another way out. Her small delay allowed one of the shadow guards to catch up and grab her leg.

Rainbow kicked at the guard to knock him off but by that time another two were on her and soon the rest were as well. Rainbow didn’t make things easy for them and fought for every inch as they pulled her back in front of the throne. She would wiggle free of one’s grip for a second only to be grabbed again. In the struggle, her clothing was ripped and torn, leaving her in some rags by the time they got her on her knees before the throne.

“Let me go!” Rainbow shouted as Luna rose from the throne. She walked down the steps with menacing elegance and stood before Rainbow.

“You’re quite the rebellious one,” said Luna, sounding a lot calmer. “But sister would not wish to have you banished.” Rainbow didn’t react but it sounded like she might get off the hook. Luna looked over her almost naked body and lifted her chin with a firm hand, “And we have to agree with her.” Rainbow began to get worried, was she about to become a slave? Luna let her chin go and stepped back. “But because you will not serve us with your actions, we will simply use your body.”

Luna’s horn began to glow and she slipped one hand under the front of her loincloth. Rainbow could hear the sounds of Luna playing with herself; she sounded like she was wet already. “What are you doing?” asked Rainbow, not sure if she wanted to know. Luna moaned and the magic of her horn flared up. She pulled the front of her loincloth to the side giving rainbow a full view of her womanhood. The dark blue flesh of her pussy was almost dripping. To Rainbow’s horror, her clit grew and elongated until it formed a large cock, dripping with her juices and throbbing in front of Rainbow’s face.

Luna came back to her senses and walked closer to Rainbow. Rainbow leaned back as much as the guards would let her but Luna just moved closer. Luna grabbed Rainbow’s hair and moved her head so her Rainbow’s lips were touching the tip of her cock. The sensation was strange to Rainbow; Luna’s cock was shaped like her toys but it felt hot and pulsed. “Suck on it,” ordered Luna.

Rainbow dash hesitantly opened her mouth; she didn’t want to do this but Luna could easily do something worse. Luna’s cock was a mouthful, even bigger than her biggest toy, the ‘Cunt-Buster 3000’. Rainbow started to let Luna slide in and out of her mouth, Luna smirking realizing she had broken Rainbow. The taste and feel started to get to Rainbow. Luna’s cock felt better than sucking on glass, rubber or plastic, and it had a distinct salty taste. Rainbow stated using her tongue as well not really realizing what she was doing.

Rainbow was so lost that she didn’t notice Luna starting to grunt and gasp. Without warning Luna moaned and her cock twitched in Rainbow’s mouth. Rainbow’s eyes went wide as Luna’s spunk hit her tongue; it tasted disgusting. Rainbow tried to pull her head off Luna’s cock but Luna grabbed her head and held her on. Spunk dribbled out the sides of Rainbows mouth as she tried to spit it and Luna’s cock out. Finally the spurts stopped.

Luna pulled out and Rainbow coughed and spat out as much spunk as she could. Luna chuckled. “You are good at sucking but don’t like the taste of our seed? You must be ‘that way’ then. Well, I can tell you that by the time we are finished, you are going to love the cock.” Luna walked back up and sat on her throne. She addressed her shadow guards, “Because she insulted our loyal guards you may use her body as well. However, we will be the one to plant ourselves within her.” Rainbow didn’t like the sound of that.

The guards ripped off what bit of clothing was left on her and set upon her like vultures around a carcass. They forced her down on all fours with one of them removing the guard on the front of his hips and forcing his cock into her mouth. As the other guards began to feel and lick her all over, she didn’t have the will to resist him pumping into her mouth. The shadow guards seemed to start a rotation: one would lick the small of her back, another would tease her ass with his tongue or fingers, and another would do the same with her pussy. One got down on his back and slid under her chest and started licking her nipples. One would always make sure she was held tight but would take her hand and encourage her to rub his cock with it.

Rainbow started to feel lost. She had been in an orgy before but not where she was the center of attention. The feel of the cocks when they were in her mouth is what got to her the most; they were so much better than toys. Eventually, the guard she was sucking would blow his load and the next guard would shuffle into place for her to suck them. Rainbow felt so tired that she didn’t even try to spit out their spunk; she just hung her head and let it dribble out of her mouth.

Rainbow happened to notice that Luna had taken off her loincloth and cloak and with the exception of her jewelry was naked on the throne. She had one foot up on the seat and was using one hand to finger her pussy while the other squeezed and rubbed her breast. As Luna played with herself her cock wiggled in the air, still hard and ready to go.

Finally the last guard came in Rainbow’s mouth. All of the guards backed up at once and let Rainbow fall limply to the floor. She panted in exhaustion. Luna smiled and rose from her throne, “It’s time.” She walked over behind Rainbow who could only watch her movements. Luna kneeled down by her to take in the sight, “We’re going to enjoy this.” Luna reached down and slid her middle and ring fingers deep into Rainbow’s pussy. Rainbow squirmed and moaned loudly. “You’re so wet; you must have come at least once already. You must have really enjoyed sucking our guards.”

Rainbow tried to hold out, “No, not me. Jizz tastes disgusting.”

Luna giggled and worked her fingers deeper, “Oh really?” Luna pulled up Rainbow’s ass using the fingers in her pussy. Rainbow cried in pleasure and could feel her juices trickling down the insides of her thighs. “Your body is much more honest.”

“No, stop,” Rainbow said weakly, but Luna sped up her movements instead. Rainbow came, feeling her muscles tighten in her pussy, squeezing Luna’s fingers. Luna let her fingers slide out as Rainbow’s hindquarters slumped to the ground on her side.

Luna rubbed her wet fingers on her cock, “You’ll love this.” She lifted Rainbow’s top leg and pressed the tip of her cock against Rainbow’s labia.

“No please,” pleaded Rainbow, but Luna pushed in, almost basing her cock inside Rainbow. Rainbow cried in a mix of pain and pleasure, she had never been so full before.

Luna started to thrust in and out of Rainbow, enjoying it just as much as she was. “You feel so wonderful; so wet and tight.” Rainbow’s pussy was practically pouring with cunny-honey; so much that it squirted onto Luna’s stomach. “You love it don’t you? Our flesh grinding into you.”

“No, not me,” between moans and gasps was the best rebuttal Rainbow could manage.

“A fighter to the bitter end we see?” Luna took one of Rainbow’s arms and pulled her up. Luna sat down with Rainbow in her lap. Luna reached around to Rainbow’s chest and crotch to rub her nipples and clit, all while pumping into her deeper now that gravity was helping out. “Mmm, so tight,” she said again.

“Please stop,” moaned Rainbow, “I can’t get pregnant. I’m an athlete.”

Luna rubbed her clit even harder, “Yes, but you’re also a woman, and love cock just as much as the next.” Luna’s cock began to throb and inside of Rainbow. She could feel herself getting dangerously close. Luna started to grunt and speed up. Rainbow felt something start to leak into her from the tip of Luna’s cock. “I’m…coming!” grunted Luna as thick shots of spunk shot from her cock deep inside of Rainbow.

“No!” shouted Rainbow as an orgasm rocked her body.

***

Rainbow’s eyes snapped open. She was lying on her belly, a pool of drool on her pillow and a bad taste in her mouth. Rainbow pulled up one of her hands to wipe her mouth but noticed it was wet already. Her legs were spread with her panties pulled off and her pussy dripping onto the sheets. This was really weird, it had never happened to her before.

She got up and went to the bathroom, tossing her wet panties into the pile of dirty clothes by the doorway. She brushed her teeth to try and get rid of the taste in her mouth even though she was sure it was nothing. When she finished, she noticed the dildo she had been using earlier sitting on the edge of the tub. She picked it up and rubbed it before sucking on it a little. It had long been one of her favorites but now it seemed cold and lifeless.

“Is that really what a cock feels like?” she whispered to herself. She went back to bed not bothering to put on a new pair of panties. She lay there thinking about something she never had before: having sex with a colt. “But who could I ask?” Most of the other pegasi in Ponyville were taken, too old or young. There was Thunderlane, but he would never let her live it down if she asked him. A particular earth pony then crossed her mind. “Maybe with him.”

Working Girl

Working Girl

After her meeting with Twilight, Applejack headed back to Sweet Apple Acres to drop of the jar of potion and pick up her cart for selling apples in the town square. Business was good for a Sunday, but it was the time of year when apples were the freshest so it was to be expected. There was quite a bit of chatter about Shining Armor being in town, although Applejack just played dumb because otherwise ponies would want to talk to her about him rather than buy her product.

She stayed in town until an hour before sundown, pulling the cart back to the side of the barn with no apples but a box full of money to show for the day’s work. As she walked back to the house she could already smell Granny Smith making dinner. Granny Smith finished the moment Applejack walked into the kitchen. As Applejack walked over to the table, she noticed that the jar of potion didn’t have as much in it as it did before. “What happened to the rest of the potion?” she asked, “You didn’t us it in your cooking did you?”

“No,” answered Granny Smith, “It was like that after Apple Bloom and her friend left after working on something for Miss Cheerilee. I just moved it so I could set the table.”

“Okay,” Applejack thought for a second, “Was Scotaloo or Sweetie Belle here?”

“Eh, no, it was that pretty filly classmate of hers, Filthy’s kid.”

“Oh,” said Applejack sounding a bit concerned, she knew Apple Bloom and Diamond Tiara didn’t like each other very much. “Where’s Apple Bloom now?”

“She went to town to blow of some steam and see her friends. The creeping-crud is going around and they’re sick.”

Applejack and Granny Smith started dinner, not wanting it to go cold. About halfway through the meal Big Mac had still not made an appearance. “First Apple Bloom and now Big Mac? Are we the only ones who work around here?” asked Applejack, getting a little frustrated.

“Big Mac finished all his chores this morning,” answered Granny Smith, “Calm down, he works just as hard as you, just doing different things.”

“Well where is he now?”

“I think he went off to read in the orchard, but that was this afternoon.”

“Hmm, it’s not like him to be out so late. Maybe I should go try and find him.”

“Big Mac’s a grown pony for Celestia’s sake; he can stay out later if he wants to.”

Applejack chewed that one over for a second, “I guess you’re right.” They ate in silence until a grumpy Apple Bloom showed up a short while later. Naturally, Applejack asked her what was wrong once she sat down at the table. Apple Bloom went on and on about how picky Diamond Tiara was, that she only ever wanted things her way, and that she didn’t want to do any work. Fortunately, Big Mac came in just as Applejack and Granny Smith were finishing eating to Apple Bloom could talk to him and Applejack could slip away to get ready for bed.

Applejack counted up the profit for the day before helping herself to a quick bath. Before she brushed her teeth she remembered Twilight’s experiment. She went back downstairs to the kitchen where Big Mac was finishing washing his dishes. Applejack poured herself a glass of potion from the jar; there was still enough left if Big Mac was willing to join the experiment. “Hey Big Mac,” he looked up, “Twilight is doing an experiment and I was wondering if you could help out.”

Big Mac’s eyes shifted to the jar, “Is that the potion Zecora made?”

“Yeah, how did you know?”

Big Mac paused for a second before answering, “I saw her today and she told me about it,” and he quickly went back to what he was doing.

“So would you be willing to give it a go?”

“Eeyup.” Applejack handed Big Mac the rest of the potion which he just drank out of the jar. After finishing they agreed that although the potion looked tasty enough, it really didn’t have any flavor. Applejack went back upstairs to finish getting ready for bed but was delayed by Apple Bloom who was taking a bubble bath to try and relax. The door opened after about half an hour and a still pouty Apple Bloom stomped to her room. With that out of the way, Applejack finally finished getting ready for bed. Still irritated with Apple Bloom’s attitude she didn’t even think about the potion she drank before she fell asleep.

***

Applejack was at Cherry Hill Ranch thinning the trees. Applejack was working a distance away from the other farmers. It wasn’t that she didn’t get along with the others, but it had only been a little more than a week since she had started and she didn’t know them very well. Additionally, Applejack had a different way of thinning branches. The other workers used the old fashioned method of ladders and saws. While it worked, it was too slow for Applejack’s liking. She did it the way they got it done at Sweet Apple Acres: a lasso. It worked great for apple trees but she was having a harder time with the cherry trees she was now dealing with. The branches formed a tight tangled mess, making it hard to rope the target branches.

But Applejack wasn’t about to let a little challenge like that stop her, she needed to raise enough money to fix the town hall back in Ponyville before she could go back. Stubbornly, she kept trying to rope one branch that had so far evaded her. At last she managed to hook it. Applejack smiled at her accomplishment and wrapped part of the rope around her wrist to give her a better grip when she tried to pull the dead limb down. She gave a firm yank and a mass of dead branches broke loose. But instead of being pulled towards her, the other branches of the tree kept them bunched together and they plummeted vertically to the ground. Applejack went to free her wrist but she had hesitated a second too long. The weight of branches pulled her between the trees. She reached in with her other hand to try and free herself but the motion caused the rope to whip around and tangle her other arm up as well. When it was all over, Applejack was hung up between the two trees with her wrists tied together in a natural knot.

The rope was long enough that Applejack could still have her hooves on the ground without hurting her arms, but she was stuck fast. Applejack tried to work her hands free but she just didn’t have the range of motion needed. Applejack sighed and hung her head; it was going to take a while before anyone could get to her.

Applejack’s ears perked up when she heard someone calling to her, “Applejack? Where are you honey?” It was Cherry Jubilee. Applejack wasn’t quite sure why she wanted to talk to her, but at the moment, she didn’t care.

“I’m over here,” Applejack shouted, “I could use a hand. I’m a little, ‘tied up’ so to speak.”

Jubilee called back, “I’m commin’.” Applejack could hear her staring to get closer, “I just wanted to tell you that I just got off the wire with Mayor Mare back in Ponyville. She said you had gone missing and I thought to myself ‘That can’t be right’. So we talked it over and…” Jubilee walked around a tree into view. Jubilee just looked at her for a second, “How in tarnation did this happen?”

“Error in judgment,” Applejack answered sounding a little embarrassed, “Could you please help me down?”

“Of course sugar.” Jubilee continued as she walked over to her. “Well, Miss Mayor told me how you were going to donate any winnings to help fix up the town hall.”

“Uh, yeah?” Applejack shrank down a little. Jubilee started to fiddle with the rope while facing Applejack.

“So I told her that I’ll cover the cost if you help me with the harvest this year.”

Applejack breathed a sigh of relief, “Gosh Miss Jubilee, I don’t know what to say. I was so worried when I didn’t win that they would be mad at me back in Ponyville that I just couldn’t go back. Don’t you worry I’ll have this harvest done lickitly…split…” Applejack noticed Jubilee had stopped working with the rope and was just staring at their chests which were pressed against one another.

“Uh, Miss Jubilee?” asked Applejack, “Are you okay?” Jubilee looked straight into Applejack’s eyes. Jubilee took Applejack’s head in one hand and kissed her full on the mouth. The kiss caught Applejack totally off guard. Jubilee slid her arm around Applejack’s shoulder and her other arm around her middle and hugged her tight. Applejack didn’t have any idea what to do; not that she could do much with her hands being tied up. Somehow the kiss didn’t feel wrong; Applejack had been with a few girls before and Jubilee was just so passionate. Jubilee broke the kiss and gazed into Applejack’s eyes that were still wide and unsure. “What was that about?” asked Applejack.

“Sorry to surprise you like that,” said Jubilee, “But it’s just been so long.”

Applejack tried to think of something to say as Jubilee started to nuzzle her neck, “But, I thought I heard the other guys talking ‘bout…”

Jubilee interrupted, “Oh, I like guys just fine, but mares are so much softer, gentler, tender, just sexier.” Jubilee stepped back to get a full view of Applejack, who was now starting to get very nervous. “Why you have to be the most gifted mare I’ve seen a while,” said Jubilee. She reached up and grabbed one of Applejack’s breasts, causing her to gasp. “Not many mares who can work so hard have such a nice body.” Applejack became very self-aware; she had never felt embarrassed for being called out for having large breasts before. Usually, she was the one doing it to annoy Rarity or Rainbow Dash. But now that she couldn’t do anything, something made it feel wrong. “Let’s give these puppies some breathing room,” Jubilee started to unbutton Applejack’s shirt.

“Miss Jubilee, stop! I don’t feel comfortable with this!”

Jubilee continued undoing the buttons. “If you let me do this, I’ll pay you what I’m giving the mayor as well,” she offered. Before Applejack could answer, Jubilee unhooked the final button and Applejack’s breasts forced her shirt open. Both of them gasped; Jubilee in pleasant surprise and Applejack in shock. Applejack was quite gifted; she had at least double D’s with a few freckles and pert pink nipples. “No bra huh, sugar?” Jubilee grabbed one of Applejack’s breasts and squeezed it, “Wouldn’t want these to suffocate.”

“Stop!” shouted Applejack, “I don’t want the money! Get me down!”

Jubilee didn’t even look up, “Sorry hun', but you’re just too good to pass up.” Jubilee pressed her mouth around Applejack’s nipple and began to suck on it.

“No…don’t,” moaned Applejack, feeling the fight starting to leave her. Jubilee licked and nibbled her tender nipple, not so much teasing Applejack as just pleasuring her. Jubilee stared working the other breast with her hand, rubbing and squeezing it, making it so Applejack could hardly talk.

Jubilee stopped for a second and looked up, “Have you ever had it this good before?” Applejack didn’t answer and just stood their panting. “I guess not,” Jubilee chuckled. “One thing you learn is that no one else can please you like a woman can, because we can practice on ourselves.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Jubilee smiled, “Let me show you.” Jubilee reached down to undo the button and zipper on Applejack’s shorts. Realizing what she was doing, Applejack spread her legs a little so Jubilee couldn’t pull her pants off. Jubilee smirked at Applejack’s resistance, “Come now, don’t be shy.” Jubilee stuck her hand down the front Applejack’s pants inside her panties. In an instant Jubilee found her target and rubbed two fingers over Applejack’s clit. Applejack gasped and instinctively buckled her knees together. Jubilee then easily pulled her shorts and panties off together. Jubilee then reached back to Applejack’s pink pussy and slid two fingers inside of it. Applejack cried and spread her legs to try and lessen the sensation, but again it seemed to be what Jubilee wanted. “See what you can do with enough practice? I could teach you a lot about the female body.”

Jubilee pulled her fingers out of Applejack’s slit. Applejack hung her head and tried to catch her breath. Jubilee inspected her fingers, “My, you’re already getting wet. Must not have gotten any in a while, huh, sugar?” Jubilee licked Applejack’s juices off her fingers as she knelt down in front of Applejack’s pussy. “So sweet, that’s what I like about young mares.” Jubilee grabbed Applejack’s firm but cheeks with both hands and stared to lick her. Rather than just use the tip of her tongue, Jubilee used all of it to part Applejacks labia from front to back, running the length of her tongue over her clit as she did. Applejack threw her head back and moaned out loud, she had never felt anything like this before. Jubilee began to swish her tongue back and forth and side to side, keeping it flattened to catch most of Applejack’s cunny-honey as it started to flow out of her. Applejack was completely dazed; she couldn’t even see straight anymore everything was just a blur because of what she was feeling.

Applejack shuttered as she came, almost screaming. Jubilee squeezed Applejack’s ass and pulled her pussy tight against her face so she could drink in her juices. Only when Applejack sighed and relaxed did Jubilee let her go. “Wow, you’re certainly healthy aren’t you hun’?” Applejack still had juice dribbling out of her and down her thighs. Jubilee wiped her mouth and chin, licking up all of Applejack’s juices that she could. Jubilee lightly hugged Applejack, “You taste amazing, must be all those apples. Now, I know you’re a little tired, but there’s still more to do.”

“Wha…What do you mean?” Applejack asked weakly.

“I still have more to show you, and you have more juice for me. But I need a little help to get it.” Jubilee stood back and Applejack watched as Jubilee reached up under her skirt and pulled off her white lacy panties. The crotch was much wetter than Applejack expected it to be.

Jubilee then reached back up to her pussy and started working something, her face twisting with pleasure as she did. “What are you doing?” asked a timid Applejack.

“Just getting something,” labored Jubilee. With a wet pop, she produced a large black toy from between her legs, soaked in her cunny-honey. “It helps for conditioning to take larger colts,” she explained, “It also comes in handy for situations like this.”

“But what about ‘knowing the female body’?”

“This has to do with that,” said Jubilee. She walked up and rubbed the tip of the dildo on Applejack’s wet labia. “It’s about knowing where to aim,” and Jubilee stuck it inside her. Applejack writhed in her bindings and moaned loudly, her juices running down the toy to Jubilee’s hand. Jubilee began to slide it in and out of her, hugging Applejack and kissing her on the neck and shoulder. Jubilee knew exactly where to hit and how to hit it. She would twist and bend the dildo so it would grind against all the right spots. Applejack had never felt anything so good before. It couldn’t have been more than a minute before Applejack’s orgasm began to build inside her. Jubilee nibbled her ear and whispered in it, “Come for me darling.” Applejack groaned as her hips thrusted forward onto the toy, Jubilee kissing the nape of her neck.

Jubilee waited for Applejack to relax before pulling out the dildo. Applejack squirmed as she did and once it was free she could feel her juices running down her thighs. Jubilee licked her hand and the bottom of the toy with a pleased grin. “Such as good girl, didn’t even try to fight it. Alright boys, she’s all yours.” That got Applejack’s attention. Applejack’s eyes opened wide and she looked over her shoulder. The other six farmhands were all standing there naked, cocks so hard that they were ready to burst and looking at her hungrily.

They started to move in and Applejack started struggling and shout again. Jubilee went to pick up her panties, continuing to lick Applejack’s cunny-honey off the toy as she did. The farmhands had now surrounded Applejack. “No! Stop!” she shouted as they reached for her.

***

Applejack thrashed around in her sheets as she woke up. She sat up in her bed but nothing unusual greeted her other than the feeling of wetness between her legs. “Wow,” Applejack thought to herself, “Twilight wasn’t kidding about the bad dreams.”

Applejack walked to the bathroom to clean herself up. While she was washing, she couldn’t help but think that maybe the Cherry Jubilee in her dream knew what she was talking about. If it felt good enough to make her come in her sleep, maybe it was worth trying in real life. “Rainbow probably be up for it,” thought Applejack, now she just needed a way to ask her without it being super awkward.

Apple Bloom was walking out of her room as Applejack opened the bathroom door. “Apple Bloom, what are you doing up?”

“I had a nightmare that my flank was so blank there was a hole through it.”

The disappearing potion from earlier clicked in Applejacks mind, “So you drank Zecora’s potion.”

Apple Bloom starred at her sister for a minute, “You mean that wasn’t punch?”

Second Close Call

Second Close Call

Big Mac was glad it was Sunday. It was by far his lightest work day and he needed it after the incident yesterday. At least three times a year Derpy would crash while delivering the post and total the mailbox and part of the fence. But today he just had to get a few crates of apples out for Applejack to sell in Ponyville and then he had the rest of the day to himself.

Big Mac wandered off into the orchard to find a shady spot to sit and read. He had hardly progressed two pages after finding a spot when he heard a familiar voice, “Well I have to say, I was hoping to see you today.” Big Mac looked up to see Zecora smiling at him.

“Zecora!” he said getting up. They gave each other a hug, “What are you doing here?”

“I’d like to be sure my potions qualities are at their best, and I had a new potion I had to test. Twilight with her scientific eye, volunteered to give it a try.”

“What does it do?”

“It was meant to help ponies with disturbing dreams cope, but for its success I don’t hold out much hope. It may be my worst potion yet, for it seems to have the opposite effect.”

“Well that’s too bad.” Big Mac didn’t really know what to say to that.

“If it fails I’ll let it be, now I’m off to the market, care to join me?”

Big Mac was hoping she’d ask something like that, “Eeyup.”

Zecora and Big Mac spent the better part of the afternoon wandering around the farmer’s market in Ponyville town square. Zecora only had to get a few things but they spent so much time talking that progress was slow, not that they would have cared if they noticed. Zecora told Big Mac about life in the Everfree Forest and some about mixing potions. She also repeated the questions about the farm and his family she had asked earlier, but this time Big Mac gave clear answers not that his mind wasn’t occupied by his shoulder and perceived infidelity.

In the small amount of time they spent listening to the word on the street, everyone was chatting about Shining Armor being in town. They didn’t really pay it much mind, Big Mac had only heard about him second-hand from Applejack and Zecora didn’t know anything about him at all. Despite all of their wandering they didn’t bump into Applejack or any of her friends. Just as well, Big Mac thought it might be awkward if he and Zecora were seen together.

As they headed back to the farm a few hours before sunset, Zecora seemed to have something on her mind. “Before I head back home, is their someplace we could be alone?” Big Mac had a guess about what she wanted to do, but he was fine with it. He led Zecora to the barn and up to the hay loft. He moved a few stacked bails out of the way to reveal the area they were blocking off. Big Mac had a space out of sight with some blankets that could act as a spare bed.

“I made this for when Applejack or Apple Bloom get a bur under their saddle and won’t stop pestering me,” explained Big Mac. “When I was younger I, uh, had a few fillies ask to join me…” He wasn’t sure how Zecora would react to that but she didn’t seem to mind.

The two of them lay down and snuggled up to one another. The barn trapped the heat fairly well so it was plenty warm lying in the hay. Things started progressing much like they did the first time: snuggling lead to kissing, which led to tonguing, which lead to feeling and the removal of clothes. Before he knew it, Big Mac was about to pull off his boxers when Zecora spoke up with some hesitation in her voice. “Big Mac, if it’s alright to ask, could you do it in my ass?”

Big Mac looked at her for a second, “Alright, but why?”

Zecora thought for a moment, “When I told you about my failed brew, what I said was partially true. While for its purpose it’s not the best, it seems to show the desires of the flesh.”

“So what’s the connection?”

“I had a vision that first night, that you took me with all your might. Based on what happened in my dream, I’d like anal it would seem.”

Big Mac thought the idea was more than a little tenuous, but he wasn’t about to let Zecora down. Zecora rolled onto her belly and spread her ass. Big Mac could tell she was already getting worked up; her pussy glistened in the fading light. Rather than take her right then and there, Big Mac gave her anus a playful lick. Zecora shivered and gasped. Big Mac ran his tongue all around her tight hole trying to get her to relax and lube her up. It was painfully obvious that Zecora had never done this before; she reacted a lot to everything he did. Big Mac finished off by pressing his tongue against the center of her anus to try and spread her some but she didn’t make it easy for him. He began to have second thoughts if this was going to work.

Zecora panted and rolled onto her side as Big Mac finished getting undressed. He slid down beside her as she raised her top leg. “I know it’s going to be tight, but if you’re wet with my juices it should be alright.” Big Mac figured it was better than nothing so he took is cock and began to run it along her wet pussy. Zecora was almost dripping now; the anticipation must have been killing her. One he had a thick coating of her cunny-honey on his cock he slid it back between her firm but cheeks to her anus, both of them gasping when the tender flesh met. Using his hand to steady himself, he began to slowly but firmly push himself in. After what seemed like an age, his head finally slipped in Zecora gasping as it did.

Zecora’s ass was the tightest hole he had ever fucked; it felt like it was about ready to pinch his cock off. Big Mac grabbed Zecora’s thigh to get some better leverage and started to slide further in. Zecora winced in a mixture of pleasure and what was surly more than a little pain. She reached one arm out to support her and the other slipped down between her spread legs to rub her neglected pussy.

Eventually Zecora began to loosen up and Big Mac began to pump into her faster. Big Mac talked through his teeth, “Zecora…I’m…gonna’…” On his final thrust he kept pushing in going deeper and deeper. Zecora screamed and contorted as she came. Her twisting sealed it and forced Big Mac to shoot his spunk deep inside her ass. Zecora collapsed onto the blanket and leaned back against him exhausted. Big Mac took a few deep breaths before hugging her and asking, “As good as your dream?”

Zecora smiled, “As rough as this first time might have been, I would be fine to try it again.”

The relaxed in each other’s arms until the sun went down. Big Mac was concerned about Zecora heading back into the Everfree forest at night, but she insisted she would be fine. Big Mac watched her walk off into the darkness before heading back to the house. After getting there he realized that maybe going with Zecora would have been the better option. Apple Bloom was up on her soapbox about Diamond Tiara. Big Mac had never had problems with classmates when he was in school, so why couldn’t Apple Bloom find a way deal with it? To make matters worse, he had got home late enough that Applejack and Granny Smith were practically done eating, so he was the lone audience member to Apple Bloom’s rant. In a gesture of sympathy he offered to do her dishes so she could go unwind, but in honesty it was so he could get some quiet.

While Big Mac was enjoying the silence, Applejack came into the room and pulled a glass out of the cabinet. She then went over to a large jar that Big Mac hadn’t even noticed yet. Applejack filled the glass with some of the burgundy contents of the jar before turning to him. “Hey Big Mac, Twilight is doing an experiment and I was wondering if you could help out.”

“Is that the potion Zecora made?”

“Yeah, how did you know?”

Big Mac paused for a second before answering. He hadn’t told Applejack, or anyone for that matter, about him and Zecora. Big Mac’s mind raced to find a quick, believable answer. “I saw her today and she told me about it,” and he quickly went back to what he was doing.

“So would you be willing to give it a go?”

“Eeyup.” Big Mac didn’t want to bother with washing another glass and just drank the rest of the potion from the jar. Big Mac could tell that Applejack wasn’t quite sure about what the potion was going to do, but Big Mac had the idea that if Zecora was willing to try it, it couldn’t be that bad. The potion didn’t taste all that great; Big Mac was beginning to suspect that there were no potions that went down good.

Big Mac still had a bit left to do in the kitchen. The timing seemed to work out just fine because he could hear his sisters bickering upstairs after Applejack left. By the time he had finished everyone else had already gone to bed seemingly out of frustration. Big Mac quickly cleaned up and got to bed, lest he incur his sisters wrath. Big Mac found his imagination taking him back to his day with Zecora, the pleasant times happily putting him to sleep.

***

Big Mac opened his eyes to find himself sitting in a chair. A single lamp hung overhead and he was in the center of its circle of light. He started to look around to see if he could recognize his surroundings, but as he did he noticed he was naked. Embarrassed and confused to say the least, he stood up to find something to cover himself with. Or rather he would if he wasn’t tied to the chair.

Now things were starting to get a little scary. His ankles were tied to the two front legs of the chair while his forearms were tied together behind the backrest. Big Mac struggled but quickly realized his attempts were useless. About the best he could have done was tipping himself over onto the floor.

“Oh good, you’re up.” Cheerilee walked up behind him and put her hands on his shoulders. “It’s nice to see you again Big Mac.” She started walking around to his front, showing him that she was naked as well.

“Cheerilee! What’s happening!?”

“I need your help with something,” Big Mac knew where this was going. “And you’re just the colt for the job.” She got down on her knees in front of him.

“Cheerilee stop! I’m not comfortable with this!”

“Don’t worry, you’ll do fine,” reassured Cheerilee. She lifted his cock up a bit and ran her tongue in circles over the head to start getting him hard.

Big Mac tensed and wiggled in his bindings. “Did you drink some of that bad potion again?” he grunted though his teeth.

Cheerilee stopped and looked into his eyes, “No. This is for something else.” Big Mac was now fully erect and Cheerilee started to explore it’s length. She prodded and ran her tongue along every detail and crease she could find; taking note of what made him flinch the most. “Isn’t it amazing how some colts react to different things than others?” she asked. She slid the tip of her tongue around the ring in his shaft as well as where the shaft met the head. Next she flicked and prodded the opening of his cock, an experience new to Big Mac. Last was licking the base while fondling his balls in her hand.

All Big Mac could do was wait for it to be over. He couldn’t break his bonds and they didn’t loosen all his struggling. “Just make me come and be done with it!” he thought.

Cheerilee stopped her teasing and ran two of her fingers over the head of his cock as she stood up. “A good amount of pre already,” she said as she watched Big Mac’s fluids form a drip on her hand as she held it up. “That will help lube things up,” and she took and rubbed his juices between her legs as she started to straddle him. She reached down between them and gently held his cock upright. She looked him right in the eyes and asked in a completely straight voice, “Are you ready?”

Big Mac knew he couldn’t change anything. “Just get it over with.”

“Alright. At least try to enjoy it,” she said as she sat down. He slid inside her pussy fairly easily. Cheerilee was able to take him down to the middle of his cock where his ring was and started to bounce on him. Big Mac wasn’t really into it. It felt good, but Cheerilee’s affection was so one-sided. At least with all of the other mares he had felt some spark, but it was missing this time.

Cheerilee on the other hand was having a good time. She moaned and gasped and she rode him; her breasts bouncing between her arms which she had on his shoulders for support. Eventually he could feel her pussy start to tighten down on him. She leaned forward and put her arms around the back of his neck and hugged him. “Big Mac, please come for me,” she begged in his ear. If it was going to get her to untie him, he would do it. Big Mac tried to concentrate on the building sensation and he could feel his climax start to rise. Cheerilee went back to her previous position and started moving faster.

Finally, neither of them could take anymore. Cheerilee slammed down on him, his ring grinding against her clit into her and another inch of him slid into her. Then, instead of letting him come inside her, she lifted all the way up off of him. The sensation of sliding out of Cheerilee and the cool air on his wet cock sent Big Mac over the edge. Big Mac’s cock sent four gushes of thick spunk arching through the air while Cheerilee stood screaming over him; her pussy raining down cunny-honey onto his cock as she came.

Within seconds Big Mac was back to his senses. “Can I please go now?” He had had more than enough of this.

“Just a moment,” said Cheerilee and she took a few steps over to the edge of the lamp’s illumination. She reached out and grabbed something.

“And that concludes our demonstration on the male reproductive system,” she said as she pulled open the blinds, lighting up the school house. The classroom was packed full of students at their desks. “Any questions?” asked Cheerilee. Every filly in the class raised their hand.

Big Mac felt his heart stop from shock, and not start up again.

***

Big Mac opened his eyes. The second he realized he was lying in bed he sighed in relief. Zecora wasn’t fooling about the potion causing bad dreams. From out in the hallway he could hear his sisters talking. He couldn’t really make out what they were going on about, but he guessed it was about the potion.

Big Mac started thinking to himself if it meant anything. Zecora told him it showed users their desires but he couldn’t make any connections. The part about being tied up reminded him of the nightmare where he was pinned down by all those mares, but that had been the worst dream he ever had.

Big Mac lay back down to go back to sleep. He could still hear his sister in the hallway. Whatever their dreams were, they must have been worse than his. Despite everything, Big Mac felt fairly relaxed. He may have just had a nightmare, but this time it didn’t seem to mean anything.

Results

Results

Rarity returned home after the meeting with Twilight feeling a little disappointed that she wasn’t invited to spend the day with her and Shining Armor; she would have loved to schmooze with royalty. But, Rarity understood that Twilight and Shining wanted some time to catch up with each other, since they didn’t get a lot of time during the wedding. Rarity spent the rest of the day designing and making new outfits and accessories. Sweetie Belle had the flu so her parents hadn’t asked her to babysit. Rarity felt sorry for her little sister, but she was able to get so much more done.

Rarity drank her bit of potion with dinner. Because it looked so much like it, she had it instead of her normal red wine. However, when she found it to be rather tasteless, she poured herself a second glass of actual liquor. After cleaning up, she went through the tedious but necessary tasks of washing and getting ready for bed; all made to ensure that she would look marvelous when she woke up the next morning. Rarity gave Opal a few pets before sliding into bed without wrinkling the blankets and pulling her sleep mask over her eyes.

***

Rarity woke up in a bed that was not her own. Even though she still had her sleep mask on, she could tell by the sounds outside that she must be in Canterlot. Someone next to her rolled over and put their arms around her stomach. They pulled her in so that Rarity’s back was against their chest and hugged her. Rarity didn’t know who it was, but they must be a strapping stallion; she could feel all of the well-defined muscles in his chest and arms. Rarity sighed in pleasure, “Good morning darling.”

The stallion must have felt as excited as she did. They reached one hand up to squeeze one of her breasts and the other down to caress the inside of her thigh, Rarity only now realizing she was already naked. “Ooh... That feels wonderful,” she giggled. The stallion leaned in and kissed her neck. Rarity reached up and played with his long wavy hair. Rarity slid onto her back and beckoned to her partner, “Come here darling.” The stallion got up over her and kissed her full on the mouth. In less time than it took Rarity to wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips, their tongues were already playing with one another. Rarity pulled him is closer and he pushed harder into the bed as they went.

Rarity had always longed for a stallion as romantic as this, and now it was finally happening. The only way it could possibly get any better was is he had blond hair and was a unicorn. It was time to find out who this was. Still tonguing, Rarity used her magic to lift her sleep mask off of her face and slowly opened her eyes.

Once her eyes had adjusted to the light she finally recognized the face of her romancer. “Blueblood!” she shouted as she broke the kiss.

“Good morning beautiful,” he replied with a smile.

Rarity was still too shocked to do anything but yell at him. “What in Celestia’s name are you doing!?!”

“Showing you I can be romantic.” Blueblood leaned back in and kissed her.

In surprise, Rarity held still for a second before starting to fight him. “Get off me!” she yelled as she pushed back on his chest. Rarity had never been more livid than she was right now. Blueblood had some nerve; kissing and feeling her up without telling her who was doing it.

“Please Miss Rarity, give me another chance,” pleaded Blueblood as he leaned in again, but Rarity would have none of it. She pushed him back so he was on his knees over her. Rarity went to scratch him with her long fingernails but he grabbed her by the wrists. He pinned her arms over her head. They were now chest-to-chest again with Rarity spitting curses at Blueblood.

“Get off me you son of a bitch!” Rarity struggled to break free but Blueblood was putting his toned body to effective use.

“Just let me make it up to you.” There was no way Rarity was going to let him kiss her but that didn’t seem to be his intention. He instead lowered his head to nuzzle and kiss the nape of her neck. Rarity continued to struggle but she wasn’t sure what to make of Blueblood’s motive. He didn’t sound snarky or vengeful, so why was he being so forceful? Blueblood had maneuvered her arms so he could hold them down with one hand. With his now free hand he reached down and gently grabbed one of her breasts.

“What the hell are you doing!?!” gasped Rarity.

“Like I said, I’m showing you I can be romantic.” Rarity couldn’t tell if Blueblood was the best bluffer in Equestria or completely clueless because his voice sounded dead straight. Blueblood started to squeeze her breast as he moved his head down to the other. “You’re lovely Miss Rarity,” he sighed before sucking on her pink nipple. Rarity moaned and squirmed. She didn’t know what to think. Had it been any other stallion she would be encouraging them, but this was Blueblood, the most self-centered colt she had ever met. But why was he doing this? Was he trying to get back at her from what happened at the gala, or was he actually trying to make amends but going about it completely the wrong way?

Blueblood took a quick break from suckling on her breast, “Your nipples are getting so hard.” He went right back to licking and kissing her breasts, reaching his free hand down between her legs. Rarity yelped as he placed his hand on her womanhood. “Wow, you’re already wet.”

“Stop touching me you creep!” grunted partially through her teeth was the best rebuttal Rarity could manage.

“Don’t you like it?” asked Blueblood as he began to swirl his fingers over her clit. Rarity moaned in pleasure. Rarity might not have wanted this but her body did. Blueblood delicately dipped one of his fingers, only up to the first knuckle into her wanting pussy. Rarity screamed and contorted at the sensation, the fight starting to ebb from her. Blueblood flexed his finger up and down inside her, making her wiggle even more. He stopped after a bit and strained himself up, getting back up on his knees while still holding down Rarities hands. “We’re ready now,” Rarity felt the tip of his cock press against her labia.

“Don’t you dare!” threatened Rarity, but Blueblood’s mind was made up.

“I’ll make you a princess,” and he began to push his manhood into her folds. Rarity wiggled and twisted as best as she could to try and throw him off but it was no use. Rarity managed to struggle until the head of his cock was all the way inside her. After that, all she could do was scream as she felt the rest of his shaft filling her up. Blueblood let go of her wrists and took her hands in his, weaving his fingers into hers. Blueblood was now laying on top of her again; Rarity had never felt anyone as close as this before.

Rarity continued to scream, her mind hated what was happening but her body loved it. Blueblood kissed her neck as he continued to give her the best fuck of her life; at least it would be if he was anyone else. “You’re hot, and you’re so hot inside,” he whispered in her ear.

“No…get your cock out of me…I hate it…” Rarity cried between moans.

“But your so wet,” answered Blueblood. Rarity knew that was true, she could feel her juices running down the insides of her thighs and ass. As if to silence her criticism, Blueblood arched his back and thrusted hard. Rarity’s screams reached a new pitch; she had never felt that full or something that deep inside her. Blueblood gave a few more strokes like that, eliciting more screams before pressing his chest against Rarity’s again.

Blueblood increased his pace, “Rarity, we’re getting close.” Rarity could feel it as well, not only in her body but in his by the way his muscles flexed. The pitch of Rarity’s scream increased as his thrusts got faster and harder. Rarity wanted to push him off, force him out, anything to stop what was happening but her body wouldn’t obey. “Here it is my queen,” said Blueblood and with a final thrust he came. Rarity’s pussy and belly felt like they were filling with fire as her climax took her and Blueblood pumped his spunk deep into her. Rarity screamed louder than she ever had in her life.

***

Rarity shivered before ripping off her sleep mask with her magic. She took quick breaths as she looked around her bedroom before sinking back into the bed. She noticed that her thrashing had thrown her hair and tail into disarray. Not one to try and go back to sleep messy Rarity pushed the covers aside to go and straighten up. It was only then she noticed that she was lying with her legs spread apart and the crotch of her panties soaked all the way through. That had never happened before when she was dreaming.

To clean everything up at once, Rarity took a shower rather than brush her main and tail. Her hands knew what to do when it came to fixing her hair but she couldn’t stop thinking about her dream. Had she just left her sleep mask on it would have been the best dream she ever had. Now all she could think about was Blueblood. Maybe he had changed. Maybe she should give him a second chance. Rarity didn’t know but chances were that she wouldn’t be seeing him anytime soon.

Rarity dried herself off and restyled her hair and tail before sliding back into bed. She picked up her sleep mask and was about to put it on, but then she thought better about it. If she was going to wake up with a stallion in her bed, she would like to at least know who it was.

The next morning everyone in the experiment gathered back at the library. They met later than planned; it had been a long night for all of them. Even Pinkie, who was usually chipper and full of energy, was quiet. Eventually, Twilight gathered all the materials she needed to take down notes of the results. Twilight scanned each one of her friend’s faces. “So I take it the potion didn’t work?” Everyone around the table agreed. “Alright. Well if you don’t mind, what made them so bad?” Everyone went silent, they all remembered all the details of their dreams, but didn’t want to give all of them.

Rainbow Dash finally spoke up, “Princess Luna was mad at me.” Twilight took note and didn’t pry further.

Rarity went next, “I was stuck with Blueblood and his un-chivalrous ways.”

“I was still stranded in Dodge Junction,” answered Applejack, “And Big Mac and Apple Bloom had bad dreams too.”

Everyone looked at Applejack in surprise. “You made your sister drink that potion?” asked Rarity sounding somewhat horrified.

“No, it was an honest misunderstanding. She drank it when I wasn’t home.” Rarity didn’t look pleased, but Applejack’s answer calmed her down.

“And what about you, Pinkie?” asked Twilight.

“I didn’t drink mine,” said Pinkie sheepishly.

“I can’t believe you chickened out,” said Rainbow.

“No! You don’t understand. I couldn’t drink the potion,” explained Pinkie

“Why not?” asked Twilight.

“Because it disappeared.”

Rainbow rolled her eyes, “That’s the lamest excuse I ever heard.”

“I’m serious!” continued Pinkie. “When I got home, I asked the Cakes if I could keep it in their room so the twins wouldn’t get it. Mr. and Mrs. Cake’s room is off-limits for the twins.”

“They probably just went in there anyway,” explained Rainbow.

“That’s just it: one of us was with the twins all day. But when we put them to bed and went to get the potion, it was gone. We looked everywhere for it, I even turned the room upside-down.” Rainbow shuttered at that statement; with Pinkie, turning the room “upside-down” could very well be in the literal sense.

“How strange,” said Twilight. “Well if it happens to turn up, we could always use another result.”

Pinkie shrank into her chair a little, “After hearing about everyone else’s dreams, I’m not sure if I want to.”

Pinkie’s Potion

Pinkie’s Potion

Inspired by Sssonic2

Gilda increased her altitude hoping to lower the chances she would be seen. She was getting ready to fly over Ponyvillie, and while she didn’t think she would be greeted with hostility, not being noticed would just make her life easier. Gilda had been moving around a lot since her short stint in Ponyvillie. Essentially, she would bum around at some friend’s place for a while, sleeping on the couch until tempers wore thin and she’d move on to the next friend. Eventually people would calm down, forgive-and-forget and the cycle began again. It wasn’t the most stable lifestyle, but it was what she knew.

Luck seemed to be with her today, everyone in Ponyvillie seemed to be at some farmers market and too busy to pay attention to the sky.

But something caught Gilda’s attention. One dot was moving differently than the others and was on a street all by its lonesome. But then a series of muffled “la la la’s” gave away the answer. Pinkie Pie. Gilda was not one to forget a grudge, and now that Pinkie was alone this might be the perfect time to settle the score. Gilda began to circle as she descended, not wanting to give Pinkie any advanced warning. But before she could get to a good height for the element of surprise, Pinkie ducked into Sugar Cube Corner.

“Damn!” Gilda grunted through her beak, a perfect opportunity had just slipped by. Gilda made a pass to angle back onto her original rout when in Pinkie’s excited ramblings she heard the word “valuable”. Maybe this wasn’t a lost cause just yet. Gilda swooped back and landed on the roof and laid flat. It was a warm enough day that all the windows in the shop and house were open, but Gilda wasn’t able to make out enough of the conversation to find out what the valuable thing was.

“Why don’t you leave it in our room?” asked a motherly voice.

Bingo! That was all Gilda needed to hear. She crept around the side of the roof to try and get an idea of what room was the parents. It would turn out that wasn’t necessary, as a few seconds after that later, Pinkie slammed a door open, bounced into the room and bounced out shutting the door behind her. That made things a lot easier. Gilda dropped down to the windowsill and looked inside. Nothing seemed to stand out as valuable. She slipped in through the window to have a better look. She hadn’t heard any drawers being used so it had to be out in the open. A tented piece of paper with “DO NOT TOUCH!” hastily scrawled on it gave it away. She slunk over to the nightstand to inspect the goods.

Gilda was confused and disappointed with what the note was referring to. It was just a tall jar with a dark red fluid in it. “That’s it?” Gilda blurted out absentmindedly. She quickly realized her mistake and cupped her hand over her beak. Someone might of heard that, and she could now hear the activates of the residents on the floor below.

Not wanting to risk being spotted, she darted to the window and pushed off back into the air, jar in hand. This seemed like a lame way to get back at Pinkie, but a win was a win, right? After all, nothing was stopping Gilda from doing something later.

Once she was back up to a safe altitude Gilda tuned her attention back to the jar. What could the liquid be? Gilda had never been one for investigations and just went with the first idea that popped into her head. It was probably some new kind of drink that Pinkie was making and this was the first success. If that was the case then this would be a good way to get back at her Gilda chucked to herself. She opened the container and downed the contents in a matter of seconds. If it was supposed to be a great drink for ponies Gilda couldn’t tell, it tasted horrible. Pinkie couldn’t do anything right.

Gilda tossed the empty jar over her shoulder, not caring who or what it hit on its way down, and kept flying. Several hours later it became clear that she wasn’t going to make it to her destination by sundown. She slowed down and began to circle, looking for an adequately sized cloud to hole up in for the night. It didn’t take long before she found one and stomped on it hard with both feet to dislodge anything that may have already claimed it. Determining it was empty; she burrowed into it and created a hollow for herself to lie down in. Gilda traveled light and didn’t even own a set of pajamas and just fell asleep in her clothes.

***

Groggily, Gilda opened her eyes; waking up was always the worst part of her day. As she came to she started to notice that something was very different. She wasn’t lying down in a cloud, it almost felt like she was standing. Her eyes still adjusting to the white light, she could make out a figure in front of her.

“Are you awake yet?”

Gilda immediately snapped to. She could recognize that voice anywhere. Pinkie Pie. As Gilda’s eyes focused it was Pinkie.

But, something was off.

Pinkie’s normally wild hair was straight; no frizz, no curls, no waves, nothing. Not only that, her colors all seemed a shade darker. She had on a simple blue and white striped dress rather than her usual ridiculous getup. Her voice was lower and serious, and her grin-not smile, grin-had actual malice in it. “I was wondering how long it would take,” Pinkie followed.

Gilda started to build up the strength to charge and tackle Pinkie but she couldn’t. “What the…” but before she finished she noticed she had a gag in her beak. “What the fuck!” Gilda sputtered around the red rubber ball as she panicky looked around her. Her wrists were cuffed above her head and chained to something on the ceiling; the single bare light bulb in the room didn’t illuminate much. Each ankle had a ball and chain attached to it to keep her from kicking. Each of her wings had a thick leather strap to keep them from opening and the end of her tail was cuffed and chained up by her hands.

“Trussed up like a turkey,” Pinkie chuckled. Gilda didn’t know how but Pinkie actual sounded evil. “This is a little something for picking on my friends,” said Pinkie as she moved towards Gilda. Though the gag, Gilda hurled every insult and swear at Pinkie she could think of. This was Pinkie after all, what was she going to do? Poke her with a hand buzzer? Hit her in the face with a pie? Tickle her?

Out of nowhere, Pinkie suddenly produced a large kitchen knife. Gilda froze on the spot. Now this had become dangerous. “Not so confident now, are we?” Pinkie chuckled, still moving closer. Gilda backed up as much as her restraints would allow. She instinctively stood up straight and pulled her chin to her chest, trying to cover her neck. Gilda had never been so scared, tears started to form in the corners of her eyes.

“Kind of hard to bully when you don’t have your claws or words, huh?” asked Pinkie as she took her final few steps. She slid one finger along the flat side of the blade before holding the knife up to the bottom of Gilda’s short shirt, blade end up. “Now, let’s see what I have to work with.” Gilda was absolutely terrified. Pinkie was about to cut her open like a ripe melon and there was nothing Gilda could do, no one to save her; she couldn’t even scream.

With no effort, Pinkie cut Gilda’s shirt from bottom to the collar, barely ruffling her feathers. Pinkie’s knife had to be impossibly sharp because it went through the shirt like it was air. Even the shirt’s collar, which was the thickest part, didn’t snag. Gilda gasped as Pinkie pulled the knife away; she had expected pain and blood, but there was none. Gilda’s breasts forced the cut open, and the remnants hung on either side.

“Not bad,” commented Pinkie, “A little bigger would be nice, but I like the jewelry,” noting how Gilda had each nipple pierced with a ring. Pinkie used the flat of the blade to lift up one of Gilda’s breasts to get a better look. Gilda was now as confused as she was nervous. She didn’t know if Pinkie considered her a torture subject or a piece of meat on a carving table. Pinkie slid her other hand under Gilda’s other breast to get a better feel for the weight and texture. Gilda gasped, she might have been a tough as nails griffon, but she was still a woman. “Heh,” smiled Pinkie. “That’s a good point. We should see how tender you are.”

Pinkie slid her hand around Gilda’s breast until the nipple was in the center of her palm and gave it a squeeze. Gilda gasped again and pulled her head to one side. “This is bad,” thought Gilda, she was reacting just like Pinkie wanted and she couldn’t stop herself. Pinkie started to move her hand around Gilda’s breast. Gilda closed her eyes and moaned.

Pinkie grinned again, “That’s what I thought, but we should do some more checking.” Pinkie let go and pulled back a step. Leading with the dull edge, she traced a circle on Gilda’s breast with the tip of the knife. The little bit of pain only enhanced the feeling, causing Gilda to clench her eyes shut. “You’re starting to get into this, aren’t you?” grinned Pinkie as she delicately poked Gilda’s hardening nipple with the tip of the knife. Pinkie then rubbed the flat of the blade along Gilda’s other nipple, the cold hard metal sending chills though her body.

“I think this turkey needs a rub-down,” said Pinkie. As she walked behind Gilda, through what must have been some sleight of hand, the knife disappeared. There was a pause for a minute, Pinkie waiting long enough for it to become awkward before putting her chin on Gilda’s shoulder. Gilda looked at her fearfully; still not sure of what was going on. “Just try to relax,” whispered Pinkie sounding more menacing than gentle. Pinkie slid her hands up from the bottom of Gilda’s breasts, sliding her middle fingers into Gilda’s nipple rings, Gilda moaning and squinting as she did. Pinkie then used Gilda’s rings to lift and pull her breasts away from her. Gilda started to squirm as the mixture of pain and pleasure got to her. Pinkie relaxed for a second before pulling on the rings again and repeating the process several times. The teasing was driving Gilda wild, writhing in front of Pinkie and drooling from the corners of her beak.

“Like that?” whispered Pinkie, “Then how’s this?” Pinkie slid her fingers out from the rings. She then grabbed the rings between her thumb and index finger without touching Gilda and twisted them inward towards each other. Gilda’s moaning reached a new pitch. The sensation was like the tugging, but at the same time completely different. Pinkie then let loose with her hands. She massaged Gilda’s breasts in every way imaginable, squeezing and jiggling. Pinkie tugged, turned and flicked Gilda’s nipple rings, with one hand usually doing something completely different than the other.

Gilda didn’t know how long Pinkie was feeling her up; for Gilda, it seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Eventually, Pinkie let go and stepped back. Gilda slumped down panting. After giving her a minute to rest, Pinkie chimed back in, “Now that that’s taken care of, now we have to see what the moisture situation is.”

Pinkie grabbed the back of Gilda’s shorts and tugged upwards to get Gilda to stand straight. She then slid her hand around to one side and grabbing the pocket on the opposite side, skillfully pulled them down Gilda’s legs leaving her in just the remains of her shirt and a black thong. After all that fondling Gilda was in no shape to resist. Pinkie let Gilda find her balance again. Although Gilda didn’t know if Pinkie was actually watching her as she slowly moved her feet out of shorts, but she could swear that she could feel her eyes on her back.

“Now let’s get to work,” said Pinkie moving up behind Gilda again. Again, the knife appeared from nowhere. Pinkie hooked where Gilda’s thong teed with her finger. She deftly sliced through the two straps that went around Gilda’s legs; Gilda swore she could feel the air itself being cut by the base of her tail. Gilda instinctively clamped her legs together to keep the now useless garment from falling off but it to no avail, all it did was increase the sensation when Pinkie pulled it out from between her legs.

Pinkie again put her head on Gilda’s shoulder and wrapped one hand around her stomach. Pinkie positioned the knife with the dull edge up and the tip pointing between Gilda’s legs which she still held closed. Gilda gave Pinkie a worried look out of the corner of her eyes which Pinkie met. “Here we go,” whispered Pinkie.

Pinkie slowly slid the knife into the crease of Gilda’s knocked legs. No matter how hard Gilda tried to clamp her thighs together it wouldn’t stop the motion. When the tip was far enough so that it wouldn’t catch any part of Gilda’s anatomy, Pinkie pulled up on the knife as she continued to slide it further between Gilda’s legs. Gilda felt of jolt as the cold of the dull edge touched her clit. Pinkie continued to pull up on the knife. Gilda squirmed and moaned as the edge settled between the lips of her labia and pushed up on her clit.

“Like that, huh?” whispered Pinkie. Gilda didn’t respond but it was obvious she was beaten. Pinkie then began to slide the knife back and forth against Gilda’s pussy. She started out slowly at first picking up speed as Gilda spread her legs and her juices started to lubricate the metal. Just as Gilda was starting to feel comfortable Pinkie altered her rhythm. She started rocking the knife up and down as she continued her strokes. Gilda was now constantly moaning and drooling as Pinkie continued, changing her technique once again. She wiggled the blade side to side, the corners of the dull edge scraping along the sides of Gilda’s clit. Pinkie tortuously made Gilda hold out, simulating her enough to writhe in ecstasy, but not enough to climax.

After keeping her on edge several times over what any decent lover would, Pinkie eventually figured Gilda had had enough. Pinkie combined all three motions into one seamless one at double the pace. Gilda came in seconds; squealing and spitting around the ball-gag, arching her back and thrusting her hips and pussy forward onto the knife.

A very spent Gilda slumped forward, Pinkie, who still had her chin on Gilda’s shoulder, grinning and watched her pant. Pinkie lifted Gilda’s chin so she was facing forward, “Look at that.” Gilda lazily opened her eyes. Pinkie held the knife in front of her face angled so the tip was pointing down at 45 degrees. Gilda’s juices formed little streams that ran down the tip and came off drip by drip. It was just like a horror film, only instead of blood it was her cunny-honey. “You must have really enjoyed it, you little slut.”

Slut...

Gilda closed her eyes. She couldn’t even begin to count the number of times she had been called that. By lovers, by more prim-and-proper ponies and griffons, in the middle of heated fights, even jokingly by friends like Rainbow Dash. But Pinkie was different. Even though Gilda was scared for her life Pinkie was still able to make her come. Pinkie actually made her feel like one.

Again Pinkie backed off, Gilda relaxing as much as the chains would allow. “Time to marinate,” declared Pinkie. Gilda wearily looked back over her shoulder at Pinkie. The knife was gone, replaced by a large pink vibrator. Pinkie stepped back up to Gilda who didn’t even put up a fight as Pinkie pressed the tip up to her labia. Gilda moaned as the shaft slid in, her pussy being so wet that it hardly resisted until the end butted up against her cervix.

With the vibrator firmly in place, Pinkie flipped the “on” switch at its base, Gilda twitching as the device buzzed to life. Pinkie then turned and walked away, the sound of her hoof-steps fading into the distance. Gilda wasn’t sure what to do. For what seemed like hours she switched from trying to be stoic and ignore the feeling, to trying force the vibrator out, to trying to climax when it slipped into a new position. What made things more difficult was that the vibrator didn’t stick to one setting. It pulsed and then would hold steady at some given level without any rhyme or reason in the intensity or duration.

After a tortuous age, Gilda finally manage to wiggle and squeeze the vibrator out, hitting the floor with a plasticky “clack”. As Gilda finally caught her breath Pinkie walked back up behind her and picked up the vibrator. Gilda looked up as Pinkie walked around and stopped in front of her. Pinkie held up the wet toy, “You want this inside you?” she asked. Gilda hung her head and gave a weak nod a few seconds later. “Alright, you can have it in,” answered Pinkie. Gilda stood up as Pinkie reached between her legs and slowly started to slide the vibrator back into her. Pinkie then flashed an evil smile, “All the way in.” Pinkie plunged the vibrator deep into Gilda’s pussy, Gilda’s eyes shot wide as she felt the pain as it was pushed through her cervix.

***

Gilda almost fell out of her cloud as she thrashed around. Once she finally realized where she was she calmed down. In the middle of catching her breath she stopped and held it in. She had just noticed that her hands were buried deep in the cloud above her head, not restraining her by any means, but definitely impairing her movement. She definitely didn’t sleep in that posture. “If my hands are like that, then…” she thought as she pulled her hands out of the cloud. One hand grabbed her breast, feeling her hard nipple though her shirt and the other slid down her shorts finding her pussy drenched.

Gilda thought back to the liquid she had stolen from Pinkie earlier. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be some treat; but rather a drug meant to cause wet dreams. Gilda smiled, “Maybe Pinkie did something right after all.”

Writer’s note:

I would like to apologize for the exceptionally long delay between chapters. It is no fault but my own and I would like to thank you for sticking with me.

I have more ideas for Big Mac as well as an idea for another story based on the final chapter of this story which will hopefully be coming shortly. I have also been mauling over an one-shot that takes place during, but is unrelated to Big Mac’s Seduction.

Thank you again for your patients.

Accidental Subject

Accidental Subject

Inspired by Lil-Miss-Jay

Diamond Tiara shut the door to her room to go to bed. Even though it had been a Sunday, her day had been incredibly frustrating. She had to meet with Apple Bloom to work on a team project that had been assigned on Monday, but Apple Bloom had only now gotten around to working on; Diamond Tiara not admitting she had been putting it off too. The entire time she had been at Sweet Apple Acres all Apple Bloom wanted to do was compromise even though Diamond Tiara’s ideas were so much better. The Apples couldn’t even make a decent lunch, just apples and what had to be the worst tasting punch in all of Equestria.

Even after her trek home down the nasty dirt road, her dad hadn’t given her much sympathy. She had told him how horrible her day had been at dinner and he just used his sarcastic dad voice to agree with her before telling her that she needed to learn how to work with everyone, even ponies she didn’t like. “It makes for better business,” he said. Diamond Tiara’s dad was almost always able to tie things back to business. She was convinced that her dad didn’t pay it more thought because he was such good friends with Granny Smith, or at least the money her Zap Apple Jam brought in.

At least for now it was over. Diamond Tiara flopped down face first into her pillow. Her legs and hooves were sore after having to walk to and from Sweet Apple Acres, for which her dad would not call her a cab. Sometimes dad was too tight for his own good. She still had the presentation with Apple Bloom tomorrow, which she was not looking forward to. She turned herself over and covered herself with her silk and down blankets. Hopefully Silver Spoon would back at school at least, she had come down with whatever illness was going around and had been out since Wednesday. Thoughts and visions of finally having someone to complain to ran through Diamond Tiara’s head as she slowly drifted off.

***

Diamond Tiara trudged through the grass avoiding the bushes and low-hanging tree limbs as best she could on Sweet Apple Acres. After a few minutes she started to wonder why she was doing this again, so she pulled out the note that had been mailed to her and read it again. It was from the Cutie-Mark Crusaders: Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, inviting her to come to their clubhouse for her birthday. Lame as it sounded, it did have an upside: the crusaders said they would bury the hatchet and agreed to whatever Diamond Tiara demanded. An afternoon of having those three humiliate themselves at her beck-and-call, that was worth some trekking off road.

Following the crudely drawn map, Diamond Tiara made it at last. For what it was worth, the tree-house looked fairly good. Of course, it was nothing compared to the tree-house Diamond Tiara or Silver Spoon could have had built for them to hang out in. However, no one seemed to be here. Diamond Tiara walked over to the ramp and after giving it a nudge to make sure it was secure began to ascend. It turned out the three of them were just sitting on the floor, out of sight, playing cards. The crusaders looked over at Diamond Tiara as the last step of the ramp creaked.

“Howdy, Diamond Tiara,” welcomed Apple Bloom. She was always cheerful with her greetings. “Glad you decided to come.”

“Thanks for having me,” replied Diamond Tiara with only a thin veneer of politeness.

“Come on in and get comfy,” said Scootaloo, patting a spot on the wood floor. The three scootched apart to let Diamond Tiara join the circle.

Diamond Tiara looked at the spot on the floor for a second. “Don’t you have something softer to sit on?”

“Just a sec,” squeaked Sweetie Bell. She picked up the cards from the game they were playing and walked over to a table in the corner and set the deck on it. On her way back she grabbed a cushion from a chair and put it in the place they expected Diamond Tiara to sit. “There you go!”

Diamond Tiara sat down in the circle between Apple Bloom and Scootaloo across from Sweetie Belle. She wished that Sweetie Bell had brought the chair over, sitting on the floor seemed beneath her. At least the cushion kept her dress from getting dirty and made her taller than the crusaders. After a moment of silence, she spoke up, “So now what?”

“Well,” started Apple Bloom, “It’s your special day, so you get to decide what we do.”

Scootaloo chimed in, “Yeah. We could go on an adventure, or go into town, play a game.”

“Even one you’re sure to win,” blurted out Sweetie Bell. The other two crusaders rolled their eyes. Sweetie Belle had her heart in the right place, but it was the “air in the head” that made them worried sometimes.

Sweetie Belle’s comment did get Diamond Tiara thinking. The crusaders were always winning contests and things, even if they didn’t quite know what they were doing. Beating them at a game would be a great way to start getting even with them. Diamond Tiara looked around the clubhouse; all they really had for games was the deck of cards they were using earlier and Diamond Tiara didn’t know many card games. She looked down at her lap rubbing her chin. What could she beat them at? She knew that anything athletic was out of the question, they would win and she didn’t want to get her outfit dirty. It couldn’t be knowledge based since they all had similar marks in school; although how Sweetie Belle pulled that off she didn’t know.

She glanced up at the crusaders and then back down to her lap. Suddenly, there was a flash of inspiration. She looked up again, observing the others shirts. Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom were all flat as boards, but Diamond Tiara noticed that, depending on her outfit, she would show a little cleavage. And today, she happened to be wearing one such outfit. Diamond Tiara smiled, she was going to beat them with a slumber-party classic. “Have you guys ever compared breasts?”

In unison, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo quirked their eyebrows and asked, “Come again?” Sweetie Belle shook her head.

“You know,” Diamond Tiara explained in an overly upbeat fashion, “We’re all getting to ‘that age’ where ‘those things’ that Cherilee had to tell us about in school start happening.” The crusaders looked around at one another. “Aren’t you curious?”

“That’s a good point,” said Scootaloo who turned to Apple Bloom. “Don’t you wonder if you are going to be like your sister?”

“Be like Applejack how?” asked Apple Bloom.

Scootaloo made the “chest melons” sign with her hands, causing Apple Bloom to blush and scowl at Scootaloo. Sweetie Belle giggled, “Rarity gets so jealous of her sometimes because of that.”

The other three girls all looked at Sweetie Belle with expressions of questioning and mild shock. “Rarity actually told you she was jealous of Applejacks cans?” asked Apple Bloom.

“She said it when she kinda’ forgot I was in the room,” answered Sweetie Belle sheepishly.

Diamond Tiara had to stifle a laugh before reminding herself that there was humiliating to be done. “Well?” she said in a stern voice, “Are we going to do this or not? I am the boss for today.”

The crusaders looked at one another. “She’s right,” sighed Apple Bloom, and with that, the three started to remove their tops. Diamond Tiara couldn’t stop grinning as she watched them struggle to overcome their awkward shyness. Sweetie Belle seemed to be most at ease with the situation, which was odd because she had worn a dress and had to take the whole thing off for this exercise. She even beat the other two in getting bare-chested, sitting back down in the circle with little more than her green panties on. Scootaloo wrapped her arms around her stomach after she took her shirt of like she was cold even though it was a lovely summer day. Apple Bloom was last to slip out of her shirt. Diamond Tiara grinned even wider; it was so obvious that Apple Bloom wanted the front of her overalls come a little higher up on her chest.

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo sheepishly switched between taking quick glances at the other crusaders and staring at the floor in front of them and Diamond Tiara was loving every second of it. Again, Sweetie Belle didn’t seem to think it was a big deal, though Diamond Tiara though that may have been because she was a little thicker in the head than the others. Diamond Tiara was mostly right with her guess; the crusaders were just starting to grow. Scootaloo, whose breasts –if you could call them that at this stage- were the biggest were still only about golf ball sized. Sweetie Belle noticed someone wasn’t participating yet. “Okay, your turn Diamond Tiara.”

Sweetie Belle’s comment brought Diamond Tiara back down to earth. “Yeah,” protested Apple Bloom, “We all did it. It’s only fair.” She realized that she was in the same boat as Sweetie Belle because she had also worn a dress.

Much as she would have liked to refuse and leave them hanging, Diamond Tiara wanted to rub her natural gift in. Besides, Scootaloo would have called her out for being unable to win her own game. “Alright,” Diamond Tiara said in a coy voice as she stood up, “Just give me a second.”

Diamond Tiara stood up and walked over to the corner of the room with the table in it. Facing away from the crusaders, she slowly slipped out of her dress, being careful so it didn’t touch the ground. Like Sweetie Belle, Diamond Tiara didn’t wear a bra, and was now only in her lovely pink and white striped panties. After folding and laying her dress on the table, she covered her breasts with her hands in a cross-armed fashion to hide them until the moment was right. She turned around and walked back to her place in the circle. “Ta-dah!” she said as she sat down, letting go of her breasts and sticking her chest out as she landed on the cushion.

“Oooooh…” went the three crusaders together, more awestruck than jealous. Diamond Tiara’s breasts had started to grow about a year ago. Her nipples were perfectly symmetrical and several shades darker than her fur, almost appearing purple. They had already grown to handfuls and didn’t show any signs of stopping. Diamond Tiara soaked it all in; having something others didn’t, another one of her favorite pastimes.

“Well, you definitely win,” said Apple Bloom, still sounding impressed.

“Why thank you,” answered Diamond Tiara in a very prim-and-proper manner.

Scootaloo’s face turned to curiosity with a concentrated stare. “Those are nice.” Scootaloo reached out and grabbed one of Diamond Tiara’s breasts.

Pride quickly turned to shock. “HEY!” shouted Diamond Tiara as she slapped Scootaloo’s hand away. Her dad and Cherilee had always told her to never let anyone touch her like that. Even if she hadn’t been hearing it all her life, it still would have felt wrong. She covered her breasts with her hands cross-armed again, “Don’t touch me!”

“Come on Diamond Tiara,” complained Apple Bloom who shifted to her knees.

“Yeah,” joined Scootaloo, “Let us see.” Both Scootaloo and Apple Bloom jumped at Diamond Tiara. Diamond Tiara reflexively stuck out her hands to keep them away but their combined momentum was too much.

Diamond Tiara landed on her back with Scootaloo and Apple Bloom either side of her. “STOP IT!” she screamed. Before she could process what was happening, Scootaloo grabbed her right arm with one hand and Diamond Tiara’s breast with the other.

Scootaloo regained her impressed expression. “Wow! They’re somehow soft and firm at the same time!”

Diamond Tiara grunted as she tried to pull either arm free but Scootaloo’s grip was to strong and Apple Bloom landed on/was holding her other arm. Apple Bloom looked up at Scootaloo, “Really?” She turned her attention to Diamond Tiara’s other breast, grabbed it and gave it a squeeze. “You’re right!”

Diamond Tiara continued to struggle and kick as Scootaloo and Apple Bloom fondled her. She shouted for help like her dad and Cherilee had told her but there was no one else around to hear her. As the two crusaders continued, a feeling started to creep into Diamond Tiara’s body. A feeling like when she was in the shower and rubbed the bar of soap over her parts of her chest or used her towel to dry the same areas. The kind of feeling that sends shivers down your spine.

“Hey Sweetie Belle,” said Scootaloo, tuning to the one crusader who wasn’t doing anything. “You got to check these out,” Scootaloo said without even taking her hand off of Diamond Tiara.

“No thanks,” answered Sweetie Belle. “Rarity says that breasts don’t make a woman.”

“She probably said that because she’s smaller than Applejack,” teased Apple Bloom.

Sweetie Belle scootched over to the pony pile, refusing to be swayed. “Rarity says it’s what’s down here that matters.” Sweetie Bell trapped Diamond Tiara’s legs between her own. Diamond Tiara could only watch on in horror after she figured out what Sweetie Belle meant. With Diamond Tiara frozen in shock, Sweetie Belle grabbed the sides of Diamond Tiara’s panties and pulled them down her legs. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo took advantage of the pause in Diamond Tiara’s struggling to get a more comfortable grip on her arms.

Once Sweetie Belle slipped Diamond Tiara’s panties off her hooves, she moved back and started to spread Diamond Tiara’s legs. Diamond Tiara tried to knock her knees together, but even though she was the daintiest of the crusaders, Sweetie Belle was still too strong for her. After a bit of struggling Sweetie Belle finally managed to get Diamond Tiara’s legs apart and flat on the floor. Sweetie Belle leaned in to examine Diamond Tiara’s now exposed womanhood. The other three watched Sweetie Belle’s motions intently, albeit for different reasons. “How does it look?” asked Scootaloo.

Sweetie Belle cocked her head to one side to get a different perspective. “Like in the science books,” she answered. “I wonder if it’s true about how sensitive it is.” Sweetie Belle took her finger and slid it from the bottom of Diamond Tiara’s slit to the top, briefly brushing her clit. Diamond Tiara yelped pulled her hips back as best she could, getting another “shivers down your spine” feeling. The crusaders looked at each other with surprise. “I guess it is,” said Sweetie Belle.

Sweetie Belle started to run her fingers continuously up and down the lips of Diamond Tiara’s pussy. Her method was more determined than experimental, pushing harder and exploring more areas. Diamond Tiara squirmed and groaned but even though Apple Bloom and Scootaloo weren’t paying as much attention to her they wouldn’t let go. “She’s getting all wet and squishy,” said Sweetie Belle, sounding like Diamond Tiara was more of a science project. Sweetie Belle then got another idea, “Hey! I know something else we could try.”

Sweetie Belle leaned in closer until her face was a mere two inches from Diamond Tiara’s pussy. “What are you doing now?” asked Apple Bloom.

“Something Rarity said felt really good,” answered Sweetie Belle.

“Did she say it when she forgot you were in the room?” teased Scootaloo.

Sweetie Belle didn’t even bother giving Scootaloo a disapproving scowl. She moved in so close that Diamond Tiara could feel Sweetie Belle’s breath on her tender flesh. Sweetie Belle stuck out her tongue and licked from the bottom of Diamond Tiara’s pussy up and over her clit.

The feeling was unreal. Diamond Tiara had never experienced anything like it before and it sent a shock through her body causing her to contort. Sweetie Belle was right, it did feel good, but she had never felt so violated. The different sound and pitch of Diamond Tiara’s groan let the crusaders know what she thought of it. “I guess Rarity really does know what she’s talking about,” said Scootaloo.

Apple Bloom nodded. She and Scootaloo looked back down at their hands which were still on Diamond Tiara’s breasts. “I wonder if that works with these,” said Apple Bloom.

Apple Bloom moved her hand so Diamond Tiara’s nipple was more exposed as she leaned down. “No!” Diamond Tiara yelled, but Apple Bloom would not be denied. Apple Bloom tentatively touched the tip of her tongue to Diamond Tiara’s now hard nipple. Diamond Tiara closed her eyes, clenched her teeth and squealed. It felt similar to when Sweetie Belle licked her nethers, not quite as strong a feeling, but still good. Hearing Diamond Tiara’s reaction, Apple Bloom went at it with a little more vigor, licking around the areola while squeezing Diamond Tiara’s breast with her hand.

Scootaloo was now no longer content with watching. “Let me try something.” She leaned in and put her lips around Diamond Tiara’s other nipple and sucked it for a second. The feeling was again similar but different, Diamond Tiara’s moan reflecting the sensation.

The crusaders, each with their own method of pleasure all worked on Diamond Tiara at once. She wiggled and squirmed, more out of the sensation than trying to free herself, having no real control over her body. Diamond Tiara felt something start to build inside her. She had felt it before when she had gotten curious in the shower, but not as strong as this. The only thing that kept it from growing and exploding faster was that she was being pleasured three different ways at once. No one feeling was stronger than the others unless one of the crusaders made a slight change to their technique, which would bring that sensation to the forefront until another crusader did the same thing.

“No…” struggled Diamond Tiara,”…stop…”

Scootaloo opened her eyes and took her lips off Diamond Tiara’s nipple, a thin strand of saliva briefly connecting the two. “Relax Diamond Tiara. It’s supposed to feel good.” Scootaloo gently grabbed Diamond Tiara’s chin and kissed her. Diamond Tiara tried to shake her head or pull it to the side but everything she was feeling made her weak. Scootaloo’s kiss was firm, almost to the point where it felt like she did it to be mean. Diamond Tiara groaned through her nose and clenched her eyes shut.

Sweetie Belle stuck her index finger into Diamond Tiara’s pussy. Diamond Tiara’s eyes shot wide open as Sweetie Belle continued to lick her clit. Scootaloo broke the kiss and Diamond Tiara dropped her jaw and gasped. Sweetie Belle started to pump her hand back and forth, her finger sliding in and out of Diamond Tiara’s pussy as she continued to lick it. Apple Bloom quickly moved in before Diamond Tiara had time to recover and planted a kiss on Diamond Tiara’s lips as well, Diamond Tiara trying to resist again, but with even less energy.

After a few seconds of locked lips, Apple Bloom went back to licking Diamond Tiara’s breast. Almost in tandem, all three crusaders gave it their all. They sped up and used more force in their methods. The feeling started to build much quicker, like a balloon just waiting for a needle to pop it. That needle was Sweetie Belle curling her finger and rubbing along the roof of Diamond Tiara’s pussy. When she nicked the end with her fingernail, Diamond Tiara’s bubble burst. She screamed and arched her back, having never felt anything this good before. It was strange, there was pain mixed in somewhere, but she couldn’t describe it.

Her pussy quivered as she rode out her orgasm, eventually settling back down on the floor. The crusaders watched, as if studding her, as she panted on the wood floor. “So how was it?” asked Sweetie Belle. Diamond Tiara was too tired, angry, and ashamed to answer.

“That good, huh?” said Apple Bloom.

“Sorry if we were too rough on you,” offered Scootaloo. Diamond Tiara closed her eyes and continued to pant; she still didn’t have the strength to do anything.

“Come on,” grunted Apple Bloom as she went to put Diamond Tiara’s arm over her shoulder, “Up ya’ go.”

Scootaloo slung Diamond Tiara’s other arm over her shoulder and together the two crusaders lifted Diamond Tiara back onto her hooves. Diamond Tiara was still really wobbly so Sweetie Belle hugged Diamond Tiara to support her while she gained her footing. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo let Diamond Tiara’s arms fall to her sides, but still held her wrists. Sweetie Belle also took the opportunity to kiss Diamond Tiara full on the mouth. She was much gentler than the other two crusaders had been, but that was probably because Diamond Tiara was no longer fighting them.

There was the characteristic creak of the last step of the ramp. The three crusaders looked to the door. “Twist!” answered Sweetie Belle enthusiastically, “Glad you could make it.” Diamond Tiara slowly tuned her head to see, her droopy eyelids opening in surprise when she saw her standing in the doorway.

Twist had a totally different hairstyle. Her normally unmanageably curly hair was straight with the back in a high ponytail and the front in long bangs on either side of her face. Her normal large dorky glasses hand been replaced with a smaller pair of reading glasses with circular lenses. Like all the girls present, she was topless, her underdeveloped chest, no bigger than any of the crusaders, had also been a source of teasing between Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. Twist wasn’t wearing any pants and her black underwear looked like it was made out of some heavy duty material. For some reason it had three straps that attached to a metal ring in the front. She had a straight red and white peppermint stick in one hand that looked like it had been sucked down to a rounded point. But strangest of all, Twist was frowning and glaring at Diamond Tiara. She had never really seen Twist angry before, and that combined with her new look was unsettling.

“Well, Diamond Tiara,” started Twist, moving into the room, “Not tho high and mighty now.” Even with her lisp, Twist sounded as menacing as she looked. Twist stopped behind Diamond Tiara and put her hand on Diamond Tiara’s hip. Even though Twist didn’t touch her in a particularly private place, she was still so sensitive from her orgasm that she still gasped and shuttered. “Thtill a little tender I thee.”

Twist held the peppermint stick up by her Diamond Tiara’s mouth. Diamond Tiara looked back at Twist weakly. “Thuck it,” demanded Twist. Diamond Tiara looked at it. She wanted to say “no”, but she wasn’t in the position to do so and didn’t have the energy. She had paused long enough that Twist started to get annoyed. “Come on,” she pressed it up against Diamond Tiara’s lips. Diamond Tiara closed her eyes and opened her mouth. What Twist slid into her mouth wasn’t actually a peppermint stick, it was made of plastic and had a slight corkscrew texture that matched the red stripes.

Twist smirked, “That’th it. You don’t want to take it dry.” Diamond Tiara realized that what she was sucking was a sex toy. Silver Spoon had mentioned them to Diamond Tiara when Cherilee was teaching sex-ed, but Diamond Tiara had always thought she had been joking. Twist continued to slide the toy further and further in to Diamond Tiara’s mouth until it was about halfway in, Diamond Tiara moaning as she did. “Yeth, get it nice and wet.”

Without thinking, Diamond Tiara started to slide her tongue around the toy, giving the surface a good layer of saliva. Sweetie Belle nuzzled Diamond Tiara’s neck and cheek while whispering gentle phrases to her, in an effort to make her feel more relaxed. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom still held her wrists, but there grip was a lot looser. Even so, Diamond Tiara still didn’t have the energy to try and break free. Even if she did, she would still be surrounded by the crusaders and the grinning Twist.

“That’th enough,” commanded Twist, “Open up.” Diamond Tiara did as she was told and dropped her jaw. The end of the toy was almost dripping in her spit, and only now did she notice she had been drooling slightly. Twist briefly inspected the toy while she fiddled with one of the straps on the ring of her panties. She then carefully slid the toy into the ring with the plastic clicking into place before tightening the straps again. Twist stood with her hands on her hips, letting Diamond Tiara get a good look at her. Twist didn’t even have to say anything, Diamond Tiara knew exactly what she was going to do.

Twist grabbed Diamond Tiara’s tail and pulled it up; not hard enough to hurt, but enough to get her body’s attention. Diamond Tiara reflexively stuck her hips back and leaned forward, still being supported by the crusaders. “Thpread her,” ordered Twist. Sweetie Belle reached down behind Diamond Tiara and grabbed her butt cheeks. Sweetie Belle, being much more gentle than Twist had been, spread them apart, Diamond Tiara moaning as she did her privates being exposed to the air. Twist moved up and got in position, her other hand guiding the toy. “Here we go.”

To Diamond Tiara’s horror, Twist touched to the tip to Diamond Tiara’s anus. “No!” she whimpered as Twist started to push her hips forward.

“Take it!” shouted Twist who was not letting up.

After a few agonizing seconds, the force on Diamond Tiara’s anus was more than she could handle. Diamond Tiara cried in pain and humiliation as the first part of the toy slid inside her ass. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes and her knees felt weak. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom put her arms over their shoulders to keep her upright. Sweetie Belle hugged her tighter and whispered in her ear, “It’s okay, just relax.”

Twist allowed herself a second to breath before continuing. “Yeth,” she grunted as she pushed the toy deeper with her hips. Diamond Tiara couldn’t do anything but bight her lip and squeak through her tears. She could feel every groove of the toy’s corkscrew slide into her tight ass. Like before the feeling was a mixture of pleasure and pain, but the pain was much more dominant this time. Twist finally stopped sliding the toy in when her belly came to rest against Diamond Tiara’s butt cheeks. She took a second to listen to and enjoy the sounds of Diamond Tiara’s whimpering.

“Thith ith what you get for making fun of uth!” threatened Twist. Twist slowly started to move her hips back and extract the toy. For a moment, it seemed like it was all over, but Twist was only pulling out to go back in again. As Twist thrusted forward again Diamond Tiara felt the same sensation, but with less pain. When Twist pulled out and pushed in again, there was even less pain. Eventually, Twist was steadily pumping the toy in and out of Diamond Tiara’s ass, with Diamond Tiara no longer crying, but moaning like when the crusaders had been licking her. Her tongue lolled out the front of her mouth and her cunny-honey trickled down the insides of her legs.

“Thath it you thlut,” jeered Twist. “Take my ‘peppermint thtick’ up your ath! And like it!”

Despite everything that had happened and been forced upon her, even though she had been told it was wrong, Diamond Tiara was enjoying it. She did like it. “Yes…” She sighed.

***

The sound of her dad stubbing his hoof on something and swearing outside her room jilted Diamond Tiara awake. She took a second to reassure herself it was just a dream before looking over at the clock. It was about half an hour before her alarm was set to go off, but there was no real point in trying to go back to sleep. She shifted to look out her window and relax in bed before it was time to really get up, but something squelched between her legs as she adjusted herself.

Lying on her back, Diamond Tiara pulled off her pajama bottoms and pulled up the bottom of her sleep-shirt to get a better look. The crotch of her panties was damp all the way through, though she hadn’t wet the bed like she had feared. Either way, a change of underwear was in order. She pushed down the sides of her panties, but their wet crotch stuck to her. As she went to push it away, her hand briefly brushed up against her clit. Diamond Tiara gasped and got a tingle in her spine not unlike what she had felt in her dream. After a few seconds her pussy started to ache for attention.

Diamond Tiara flopped over on her side, sans panties, and tried to ignore the feeling. It had all been a dream right? But the feeling between her legs begged her fore release. The sensation got so strong that she started fidgeting incessantly until a few minutes later she groaned and gave in.

She quickly pulled her top off and got on her back, spreading her legs apart. She gently took her hand and using three fingers began to rub up and down on her clit. Diamond Tiara squirmed and moaned, thinking about what Cherilee had taught them about growing older: that it may feel wrong but it was part of growing up. Diamond Tiara started to get a little rougher on herself, applying more pressure and speeding up. Her mind flashed with visions of her dream and ‘fantasy boys’ because she didn’t particularly care for any of the ones in Ponyville.

Diamond got really close really fast, feeling just like she did before she woke up. But there was no climax, no release that she and her body wanted so desperately. She tried thinking of every sexual fantasy she ever hand and the juiciest parts of her dream. Nothing. Diamond Tiara cried in a mix of pleasure and frustration. If only the real crusaders or Twist was here to…Diamond Tiara suddenly realized what was missing.

Still rubbing two fingers on her clit, she rolled onto her side lifting her top leg into the air. She tentatively moved her other hand under her tail. She slowly slid it between her cheeks until the tip of her middle finger came in contact with her anus. It felt swollen and was really sensitive; when she touched it, it felt as good as when she began masturbating. She ran her middle finger around her pucker; it brought her closer to her orgasm but it was not enough.

Diamond Tiara took the plunge. In one solid motion, she relaxed her anus and slid her middle finger inside up to the knuckle. Diamond Tiara felt dirty, but she had never felt so good. She moaned in pure ecstasy, a rush she had never felt before. After a few pumps of her finger though her tender rosebud she finally came. Her pussy leaked her juices onto her hand and thighs while her ass clamped down on her finger. She squeaked before finally relaxing, her body finally sated. Afterglow was replaced with worry; was this the only way to relive herself?

Diamond Tiara dragged her hooves a little all morning; tired from her orgasm and from her dream. Her dad was more sympathetic when she told him she had had a hard time sleeping and he apologized about waking her up, giving her a ride to school.

Diamond Tiara sat at her desk staring at the chalkboard. Silver Spoon was still out sick and all the other ponies were too busy talking amongst one another to notice her change in behavior.

From above the chatter came Sweetie Belle’s voice, “Hey Twist! You look great!”

Diamond Tiara looked over at the door and sat up in surprise. Twist had straight hair in a high ponytail and long bangs.