Detective Domination

Anon flipped through the pages of the dark magic spell book he had stumbled upon a week ago, reading over the enchantments within. Every day since he had found the forbidden tome, he had felt its dark influence seeping into him further. Though, he was now long past the point of no return. He had let the dark arts within corrupt his very being, lavishing in the rewards of them since.

A book that can warp a pony's purpose into being an obedient slave was the greatest gift any guy could receive, and, glancing down as he laid in his bed, he had precisely that.

Working in unison, Sunny and Izzy both eagerly worshiped his goods. Their heart-filled eyes and corrupted cutie marks were shining brightly - the traits of any pony enslaved to him by the book. With their plump rumps raised in the air and swaying side to side, they gave their all to servicing their Master.

Izzy hungrily pleasured his nuts, lapping at them each before engulfing one into her maw in rotation. Suckling on one ball at a time, she ran her tongue all over the sensitive cumtank, excitedly shaking her ass as her arousal continually soared. A wet pop rang out from releasing it before she swiftly engulfed the other nut, repeating her actions.

Beside her, showing off her curves just like her friend was Sunny. Dutifully running her tongue up his length, slathering his shaft in her saliva, she swirled it around his tip. Briefly making eye contact with him, she dove her muzzle down, hilting his entire length down her throat in one pleasurable swoop. She bobbed up and down on his cock, throating him with whorish expertise.

Both mares were, for all intents and purposes, his property. The spell book had remade their minds and ideals to obey and pleasure him, and now they quite literally lived to do what they were doing now. He should've felt guilty, being he had forcefully rewritten these two's minds to become sex slaves, but thanks to the book's corruption, his morals had become twisted.

He craved power, desired to learn more, and, most importantly to him, was determined to amass more slaves for his harem. Sunny and Izzy were phenomenal catches. Both were stunning mares, had fat asses, thick thighs, and plump tits, but he still wanted more.

He had been railing and savoring the duo's bodies nonstop for the last two days. Since he had some time before the royal pegasus sisters returned, he'd been taking advantage of the ability to savor Sunny and his newest acquisition. Fucking Izzy on the Brighthouse's balcony, railing Sunny as she tried to make them dinner, or waking up to both worshiping his body—he enjoyed that and much more as of recent.

However, later today, Zipp and Pipp were both expected to return from their trip to visit their home. Sunny had already suggested, or rather advised, that he should enslave Zipp first. That mare was clever, insightful, and determined to solve a mystery if she found one—something that could be quite the risk in theory. He could brute force her into submission with the assistance of Izzy and Sunny, but even then, it was a chance he feared taking.

"So, when're you thinking Zipp and Pipp are coming back?" he asked, eyeing his two slaves.

Sunny slowly pulled back off his cock, slipping it out of her maw inch by inch before giving his tip a kiss. "At five or so, at least that's what Pipp texted me saying."

These ponies having technology like his original world always threw Anon off and, honestly, kinda took away from the whole magical land vibe this world gave.

Pursing his lip at the thought, he shoved it aside and pressed his companions further. "Have you found any spells you think will work best?"

"Mmph~" Izzy moaned, releasing one of his balls from her lips. Giving it a quick parting lick, she tapped her chin. "Wellllll, Sunny and I have been looking, but we really don't know what would work best!" She fought the urge to dive back down onto his nuts, continuing. "She's astute, super brave, and incredibly stubborn - kiiiiinda a recipe for resistance."

Sunny nodded, giving his tip another kiss before speaking. "Plus, if we mess up in any way, she's sure to escape. She's pretty darn fast. I don't think Izzy or I could catch up to her in time if she got out of the Brighthouse."

"And what if she did?" Anon questioned.

"You'd probably be dealing with Hitch and some guards soon after," Izzy answered, gently caressing his package with her magic.

Anon furrowed his brow, thinking over the possibility of them failing. Not gaining Zipp as a slave was terrible enough, but dealing with some guards and Hitch was a more significant threat. He was friends with the sheriff, but he certainly wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of the stallion's anger. Hitch might've seemed like a gentle guy, but with the muscles and build he was packing, he'd probably easily crush Anon's ribs.

Shuddering at the thought, Anon bit his lip. "And there's not much we could do about Hitch anyways, right?"

"Actually~" Sunny cooed, adorning a devious smirk. "Izzy and I did find some spells that can change a pony's gender within the book. They could come in handy if you ever feel like taking her on, too~"

That remark surprised Anon. He had gone through the book himself a few days earlier and had seen no such spells. Though, he had read some more notes left by the previous owner. One such message stated the tome seemed to have a mind of its own, adapting and evolving on a whim. It felt like a bit of a deus ex machina, but he wouldn't complain about the spell book changing to satisfy his power fantasies.

The prospect of changing Hitch into a mare was enticing, but for now, all Anon did was put a mental pin in the thought. Currently, he had a different priority—enslaving Zipp. His slaves were right about how risky taking her on would be; thus, they'd have to take things slow. Sunny had been sudden, Izzy had been fast, but Zipp would require an extra layer of planning and preparation.

"So we should be pretty careful with her, yeah?" Anon asked. "Last thing you two want is to be released from my control, isn't that right?~"

"I never want my free will back, Master! Mindlessly serving you is my purpose! It's what I was born for!" Sunny frowned, nodding her head. "I can't imagine anything worse, Master!"

"I've only been your fucktoy for a few days, but I don't ever ever ever want to go back to my former self!" Izzy followed, looking up at Anon worriedly. "Serving you and your cock is waaaaay better than any crafts I could ever make!"

Sunny raised her ass, turning to show off her corrupted cutie mark. "See! I'm yours! It's all I'm good for!" She shook her flank, letting Anon see it bounce. "I love it so much!

Izzy mimicked her, shifting and presenting her thick rump. "These flanks don't lie, and my cutie mark says what I am, loud and clear!" She twerked even harder than Sunny, a few claps ringing out. "It's the best feeling ever!"

"Good girls," Anon praised, earning a smile from both of them. "So, how should we approach this?"

Sunny paused, sitting upright and tapping her chin. "Even though we could just try and trick her off the bat, it's not as enjoyable." She carefully trotted towards him, laying beside him and snuggling up against him. "Maybe we can watch her closely for a day or two? See if she has anything we can exploit?" She eyed the tome, scrunching her muzzle. "The ring is strong, but I don't think it'd be safe to rely on it. Plus, my magic isn't exactly the greatest. It's best to wait and see if any golden opportunities arrive."

Izzy hastily approached Anon's other side, laying down and resting her head on his shoulder. "Yeah, my magic isn't the best either, hehe. I usually use it for crafting and stuff, noooot enslaving ponies to my wonderful Master~" She eyed Sunny, nodding. "Though, the book does give me a huuuuge boost in arcane ability! Either way, I think Sunny's idea is great! We'll need time to plan this out!"

"And if all goes well," Sunny started, summoning her alicorn powers. Using her magic, she began to caress Anon's nuts. "Her fat ass will be bouncing on your cock like a proper mare should~"

"It's pretty funny!" Izzy furthered, shrouding his shaft in her arcane grasp and beginning to stroke it. "She acts so cool and works out a ton, but she seems to be totally oblivious to how juicy her flank is!"

Anon leaned his head back, sighing with pleasure. "Really? I mean, I've seen the cheeks on her, but I figured she'd be pretty aware of it."

"I think having super fat asses is just in her genes…or something," Izzy giggled, stroking Anon faster. "I dunno ~ Never really thought too hard about it!"

Sunny shrugged, funneling heat into her magic and fondling his nuts with increased vigor. "She's probably too stubborn to accept it. Something like blissful ignorance and stuff."

Anon listened to the two mares going back and forth about their friend's tantalizing traits, gradually tuning them out as he laid back and savored the pleasure their magic was giving him. He had ogled Zipp countless times, always savoring how the tomboy's flanks bounced when she walked. They had a point about her ass being the fattest of the group, with Pipp close behind her. That plump rump would ideally be serving his cock soon enough. It only got better as he thought about her further since not only was she carrying arguably the juiciest rear in Equestria, but her tits were damn near melons. He had only seen them a few times but knew enough to put them a bit below Pipp in size.

Maybe it was genetics, but he definitely wasn't going to complain. The idea of Zipp working out so much, trying so hard to play it cool and pull off the tomboy act, only to still have a perfect set of breeding hips on her, made his already pleasured loins tingle with more excitement. She might deny having such a juicy flank, but he'd have her eagerly clapping it while begging to be fucked soon enough.

He only had to wait a few days to form a plan with his slaves. The wait to add Zipp to his harem would be grueling, but thankfully he had Izzy and Sunny to vent his sexual frustrations onto. He could fuck them both before the sisters arrived later today and whenever they were alone the rest of the time.

Licking his lips, he slid his hands down each mare's back and gripped down on their flanks. The pair moaned as he did, satisfying him with their magic with renewed passion. Feeling up their rumps, he eyed the dark magic tome on his end table. Its corruptive forces called to him, twisting his mind further and encouraging him to continue his despicable misdeeds.

Surely things would go smoothly with Zipp.

"Ugh, did we have to bring back so much stuff?"

Zipp sighed, having grown far too tired of her sister's complaining on their journey back to Maretime Bay. "I told you, we can't always use the Mare Stream, so we had to hoof it there." She glared back at Pipp. "And last time I checked, most of this stuff is yours," she shifted the saddlebags on her back, "and most of it is being carried by me."

"Fair point," Pipp mumbled, perking up as she saw Maretime Bay approaching the horizon. "Finally."

The two sisters picked up their pace. Trotting along the cobblestone path leading to the bustling town, they eagerly made their way into it, their legs yearning for a moment of relaxation.

"Do you think Sunny is doing okay? She was barely replying to my texts all week…" Pipp breathed, looking at the Brighthouse in the distance.

Zipp shrugged. Truth be told, she wasn't sure why Sunny wasn't too chatty lately. Usually, the mare was rather punctual with her replies and eager to hear about the happenings over in Zephyr Heights. For her to not ask any questions, let alone not reply, something had to have kept her busy.

The detective side of Zipp began to stir, already feeling as if something was off. The only replies she or Pipp had received from Sunny lately were ones explaining she was busy with Anon. The one time they got her on a video call, she was sweaty, breathing heavily, and desperate to hang up as soon as possible—even when it looked like she was just lying in bed.

Thinking on it further, her suspicion only deepened. Izzy had been quite chatty in their messages until she returned to the Brighthouse. She was ranting about all her new crafting ideas and then suddenly went radio silent for the entire remainder of the day after. When she and Pipp finally got ahold of her again, asking if she and Sunny were well, she too explained she was just busy with Anon.

She wasn't one to accuse anypony, or anybodyin this case, but the two seemed to be very focused on the alien lately. The bipedal creature was a friend of theirs and herself, but he sometimes gave her some odd vibes. She couldn't understand why he stared at her so often, but he always seemed fascinated by her whenever she did catch a glimpse of him doing it. Maybe he was awestruck by being around a princess, or perhaps he was still shocked to see such interesting ponies that he said didn't exist back where he was from.

She chalked it up to the latter option since he always seemed to stare at her friends too. She figured it was innocent, but it still gave her a weird vibe. He'd always been a friendly guy, eager to help and assist whenever possible. He usually joined them when they hung out, he meshed well with them, and they were his only friends in this world. Ponies still hadn't truly accepted him, so she couldn't be all too surprised to see he was with her friends a ton this week.

Even still, something felt wrong. Sunny's video call, the way Izzy had suddenly stopped messaging her, and the overall vibe she was getting just threw her off. A spark inside her surged, her deep interest in investigating skyrocketing to the surface as she was determined to figure out if something else was going on.

Looking over at Pipp, she scrunched her muzzle. "Honestly, I dunno. Don't you think she and Izzy acted weird this week?"

"I mean, I guess so," Pipp replied, stopping her trot. "Here, let me video call Izzy to let her know we'll be there soon. She should be free."

Zipp paused her trot as well, scooching over beside her. The smaller pegasus pulled her phone out from under a wing, unlocking it with absurd speed and dialing Izzy's number.

"You're freakishly fast at that…" Zipp grumbled.

"Hush," Pipp shot back, rolling her eyes. "It's my jobto use this thing, after all."

The two stood still, listening and waiting as the device rang. One ring, nothing, then two, still nothing, three, four, five—still no answer. The two sighed as the phone went to Izzy's voicemail. The cheery, high-energy message left by the unicorn didn't finish as Pipp hung up.

"Welp, guess we'll just -"

"Call her again."

Pipp raised a brow. "What? Why?"

"Just do it," Zipp pressed, nudging a hoof toward the phone.

Her interest in her friends' odd activity only grew further. Izzy was always eager to greet them whenever they came back home. The mare knew that she and Pipp were returning today, so it'd only make sense for her to be on top of her phone like she always was whenever one of their group was coming back to the Brighthouse.

She looked at the phone's screen intensely, patiently awaiting as the first ring sounded out. Her vision narrowed, moving from the device to the Brighthouse, an abundance of theories running through her head. As the third ring occurred, she figured there was no luck but perked up as it was answered.

"Haaa ~ W-what's up, Pipp?"

The pegasus' eyes lit up as she smiled down at her friend. "Oh! Hi, Izzy! Zipp and I were just worried about you! We just got back into Maretime Bay!"

"Wow! That's great! Huff ~ Can't wait to see you!"

Zipp's ear twitched. She knew that was Izzy speaking, but was she moaning? She shook her head, assuming she was hearing things. Even with Izzy talking oddly, acting out of the ordinary, and not seeming like herself overall, Zipp opted to give the situation a partial benefit of the doubt. Leaning over her sister, she waved at the unicorn, pausing as she saw her friend's current state on the phone.

Sweat ran down Izzy's face, a deep, crimson blush spread across her muzzle, and she sounded like she was panting. Her hunch that something was going on was only strengthened when she saw magic flicker within Izzy's eyes. If anything was going to set her off, it was that.

"You wouldn't happen to be with Sunny now, would you?"

"I-I'm over - huff - here!" a voice called from afar.

Zipp knew it was Sunny, but she also sounded out of breath. "What're you two doing?"

Izzy's eyes widened as she awkwardly smiled at the camera. "O-oh! Just working on a teeny tiny thing with Anon! We needed some help…erm…moving my bed a bit! It's just sooo heavy!"

"Then why does it look like you're on it?" Zipp furthered, taking the phone from Pipp's hoof and holding it in her own.

Pipp puffed her cheeks out. "Rude."

The bigger pegasus didn't reply, staring daggers into Izzy. "Matter of fact, where is Anon? Do you think you could show me what you're all up to? You're holding the phone pretty close to your face; I can't see anything behind you or around you."

Izzy frantically looked side to side, chuckling awkwardly. Zipp's suspicions gradually rose with each passing second as she heard the sound of whispers in the background.

"W-well! Gotta go! Talk later, Zipp byeeee!"

Abruptly, Izzy hung up on her, causing Zipp to grit her teeth. She wasn't angry at the mare for the rude goodbye; more so, she was horribly suspicious of Anon. Him being there so often, with their apparent obsession over him as of late, sent off a few warnings in her mind.

"Well, that was weird," Pipp murmured, shrugging it off. "Hey, I need to check on Mane Melody for a few hours. Jazz has been spamming me alllll week about needing some help." She playfully nudged her sister's shoulder, smiling over at her. "Let Iz and Sunny know I'll be there by dinner, probably, alright? If not, just assume I'm sleeping in the spare room above the shop. Work has gotta come first, after all!"

"Uh-huh, no problem," Zipp replied, uninterested.

Watching her sister pout before departing, she narrowed her gaze at her home. Something was going on inside the Brighthouse, be it malicious or innocent, but she was confident it related to Anon somehow. If he was hiding something, she'd find out—and fast.

"Phew…" Izzy sighed, placing the phone down.

Taking a moment to breathe, her calming breaths were quickly replaced with moans as Anon resumed fucking her from behind. Her worried look morphed lustful in mere seconds as she giggled to herself and glanced back at him.

"I think they bought it," she continued.

Laying on her side, already stuffed full of Anon's spunk, Sunny shook her head. "You think Zipp of all ponies would buy that?" She scrunched her muzzle, eyeing the clock. "She's already suspicious! And she'll be here any minute!"

"Hey, no fair! You got Master's cum, so - unf - I'm not cutting my turn short!" Izzy huffed, slamming back into Anon actively.

Anon, for as much as he loved railing Izzy's backdoor, partially agreed with Sunny. It seemed like the two pegasi were returning home very, very soon, which meant taking any risks was out of the question. Regretfully, he began to pull out of Izzy's asshole, slipping his shaft out of her depths and forcing a frustrated whimper from the mare.

"Master?" she whined, pouting. "B-but…my sparkle was shining so bright just then! It was feeling so good!"

He gave her a soft pat on the rump, smiling down at her. "Listen, I'll rail you into a near coma to make up for this later, okay?" He looked between her and Sunny. "You two should go shower. I'll make the bed and try to make everything seem normal."

Huffing out air in frustration, Izzy begrudgingly replied. "You better fuck me super, duper hard then, Master." She slipped off the bed, already beginning to trot towards the downstairs bathroom. "And I mean like…two or more rounds in a row! It's just the best~"

"Hehe," Sunny giggled, quickly following behind her friend. "How about we shower together, and I let you lap up the cum stuffing my pussy right now?~"

The two mares gave one another sultry looks as Izzy licked her lips and eyed Sunny's cum-filled snatch. Purposely swaying their hips and keeping their tails flagged, they giggled to one another as they teased Anon before disappearing down the stairs.

Taunted by the amorous show they put on, Anon began to swiftly put on his clothes. His rock-solid shaft was screaming for a bit of relief, but he managed to force it into his pants for the time being. Hastily zipping his jeans up and putting his shirt on over his head, he put Sunny's bed back in standard order.

"Hey, Anon."

He jumped in place, stumbling back in shock and falling flat on his ass. He couldn't mistake that voice, and he couldn't mistake the face he was now looking up at.

"H-hey, Zipp! I didn't see you come in!"

The pegasus gestured towards a nearby open window. "Just came in through there. Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." She noted how he was sitting beside Sunny's bed, her sheets still clutched in one of his hands. "What the hay are you up to?" She sniffed the air, her muzzle scrunching as she did. "And what's that smell? Lavender and oranges?"

Anon tensed up, feeling her narrowed gaze staring daggers into him. Her face was smothered in a look of raw distrust as she occasionally pulled her eyes away from him and surveyed the room.

"N-nah, you didn't scare me, haha! I was just moving Sunny's bed for her, that's all!" he stuttered. "A-and the smell is just some new air freshener we were - uh - trying out!"

Zipp's ear twitched. "Sunny's bed, hmm?" She slowly hovered down to the ground, trotting closer to him. "Where is she anyways? And Izzy, for that matter?"

How she emphasized Sunny's name sent off an alarm in Anon's head. He may have been lucky so far with deceiving his other two friends, but he was an awful liar in reality. Pair that with how perceptive Zipp was, and he had a recipe for disaster.

"Sunny's in the shower, and Izzy is - er - out grabbing some more supplies!" He looked around, seeing an opportunity to possibly counter the pressure Zipp was laying on him. "Where's Pipp? I thought she was supposed to come back home with you?"

"She has some work to do at Mane Melody," Zipp grumbled, trotting past him.

Anon would've replied, but his focus had shifted entirely to her body. As she walked right next to him, he managed to get a damn good view of her hefty tits, both amorous mountains swaying below her beautifully. With him still sitting down, he was blessed with a perfect sight of her ass, nearly hugging his face as she moved closelypast him.

Each step made those thick asscheeks of hers jiggle, sending ripples through her flesh and nearly making him drool at the sight. His luck only got better as he got a good look at her nethers in between each step she took. Right below her dock, her ponut rested, perky and ready to be railed. Lower, her beautiful marehood awaited, holding unfathomable amounts of pleasurable potential. Sweat glistened on her body from her trip, highlighting her curves and making her cheeks shine in the light. He even managed to get the slightest whiff of her scent; a fragrant blend of vanilla and berries wafted from her, built up from her strenuous journey home.

Focusing on it, Izzy and Sunny were right—she easily had the plumpest rump of the group. It was an odd fact, being she tried so hard to stay fit and the like, but it seemed it was in her very genetics to have an absolutely massive rump on her. He could already envision the sight and sound of it clapping in his mind as she was drooling from her cunt and begging to be claimed. Her huge ass, fat tits, juicy thighs, and more made for an unfathomably hot mare—one he would enslave under any circumstances.

"So, what have you three been up to?"

Blinking wildly, Anon was snapped from his sinful thoughts. "Huh?"

"Izzy and Sunny seemed awfully busy with you all week," she continued, eyeing him up and down. "You told me you helped with Sunny's bed…but what else were you up to?"

Sweat ran down Anon's forehead as he could sense the suspicion dripping from the pegasus' voice. "Well - erm - you know! Crafts, research, and all that!"

"Research? On what?" she pressed.

He scraped his mind for an idea, soon reminded of his initial escapade with Sunny to the ruins of Canterlot that led him to acquire the book in the first place. "Well, Sunny and I went on that trip to that old pony city, and we found a bunch of stuff!"

Zipp simply raised a brow. "Like what?"

Anon knew full well that mentioning a dark, forbidden tome designed to enslave ponies into being obedient thralls wasn't exactly a topic he should bring up, but he had to think of something. Ever since he returned with Sunny, they had been too busy rutting to review the other uncovered artifacts. He only could recall one thing from the pile, and he prayed it'd be enough.

"Well, Sunny was excited about this book about the Canterlot Gardens." He reflected back on the day, fondly recalling the beginning of his amorous adventure. "And she was really into it before -"

He slammed his hand over his mouth, silencing himself before letting the truth slip through. Reminiscing over that day was nice, but his own thoughts had been all too quickly consumed by the lustful bliss he had experienced to focus on keeping up his act. Gulping nervously, he lowered his hand, smiling awkwardly as Zipp stepped towards him.

"Before what?"

Anon scrambled back, putting his hands up defensively as Zipp moved towards him. "Well, you see, we were just so busy! And - um - I…uh…h-hang on, let me start over!"

The pegasus had taken on a more aggressive expression, her suspicions of him clearly exploding at his stumbling. He knew Zipp was perceptive, but to pin him into a corner, also thanks in part to his incompetence, this fast, was surreal. Falling back onto Sunny's bed, panic coursing through him, he watched as Zipp loomed over him menacingly.

"Hey, Mast - eep!"

The two whirled their attention to the stairs, only to see Sunny standing at the top of them. Mane glistening in the sun's rays seeping in through the window, faint traces of water dripping down her body, and with a small towel wrapped around her head, the earth pony's eyes were wide as could be.

"Hey, who?" Zipp questioned, keeping her stance over Anon.

Sunny's eyes darted back and forth between Zipp and her Master, gulping. "Heeeey…" she trailed off, shifting uncomfortably. "Erm…Master of Tomes?"

"What?" Anon and Zipp both blurted out in unison.

"Y-yeah, Master of Tomes! Remember, Anon?" Sunny stammered, looking over at the human pleadingly. "We - er - had that whole competition over who could read the books from Canterlot the fastest and remember the most? Said if I lost, I'd have to call you that?" She chuckled awkwardly, raising a hoof and waving over at Zipp. "And, hi, Zipp! Didn't expect you so…soon. Where's Pipp?"

"She's busy," Zipp shot back. Trotting over towards Sunny, she eyed the mare up and down. "He read about ancient pony history faster and deeper than you?" She glanced over at Anon, staring accusatory daggers straight into him. "Odd, since he was just telling me he could only recall one book you brought back."

"Oooh! Are we talking about the spellb-"

Izzy didn't get to finish her sentence, finding Sunny's hoof slapped right against her mouth and silencing her with haste as soon as she reached the room. Looking confused momentarily, her eyes widened as she saw Zipp.

With Sunny retracting her in-the-moment muzzle, Izzy immediately continued. "Spell-Based Baaaaking book? Hehe." She hid behind her lie with an awkward chuckle, sheepishly waving at Zipp. "Hey, Zippster!"

"Ugh, how many times have I told you not to call me that!" Zipp groaned, shaking her head right after. "Whatever! Tell me how the hay he doesn't remember anything from those books. Heck, why didn't you tell me anything about them?! You seemed ecstatic about them when you first told me! You know I love Equestrian history! There could even be some answers about the Unity Crystals!"

"Well…you see…"

"And you," Zipp continued, ignoring Sunny's reply and pointing at Izzy. "I thought you just went out for a supply run!"

Izzy raised a brow, seeing Anon's pleading gaze and quickly catching on. "Yeah, I was! I ran all over to get some needed things for my new project!"

"So why do you look like you just showered?" Zipp countered, stepping up to the unicorn.

Izzy gulped, looking back into the pegasus' eyes. "This…is um…sweat! Yeah! That supply run really made for a good workout!"

"Uh-huh, and I'm supposed to assume you just smell like our shampoo?"

"It was…through a field?"

Zipp went silent, looking Izzy up and down several times. There weren't any flower fields nearby, and Izzy wasn't one to lie, at least to her, but it seemed like she knew something was clearly off. She stared deeply into the unicorn's eyes, looking for any hints, any clues that could support her hunch.

"What I was going to say before you cut me off," Sunny grumbled, pretending to be more annoyed than nervous, "is that I'm trying to save reading most of them with you!" She gestured towards Anon, scowling at him. "Which is why he even won in the first place! When he and I started the competition, I felt guilty about going over them without you."

That reply caught Zipp off-guard, snapping her from her staredown with Izzy. The remark was awfully in character for Sunny, and it didseem to excuse Anon's lack of knowledge, derailing her momentum and earning the scheming group a moment to breathe. Still, even with her taking a step back, she glanced at Anon, her glare making him shrink back.

Turning away and meeting Sunny's eyes, she stared intensely at the earth pony. With the focus she held, it was apparent she was looking for something. She narrowed her gaze, hummed to herself quietly, and pursed her lips. Seconds went by before she suddenly perked up and her wings twitched at her sides, seemingly attempting to hide a sudden burst of excitement. Barely managing to do so, she cleared her throat.

"I guess that's fair. Sorry, Sunny," she sighed, faking a look and smiling at her friend. "I just got ahead of myself. Just have a hunch on something."

Sunny returned her friend's smile, shrugging. "Eh, it's no big deal. I know how you are with your investigations. Whatever you're suspicious of, I'm sure you'll figure it out." She turned to present the pile of items beside her bed, left there a day after Anon had claimed her. "Do you want to go through some of these? There are some fascinating ones!"

Zipp eyed the pile, noting the abundance of books, scrolls, and old trinkets. It was a gold mine of information on ancient Equestria, a genuine look inside the world of before. She couldn't deny her near childlike wonder at the mountain of potential knowledge before her. Still, her face slowly began to drift upward. A bejeweled, menacing tome was resting on the end table, emanating a soft glow. The aura it gave off felt corrupt, and its light stirred Zipp to speak.

"Why don't we start with that one?" she asked, gesturing for a response.

She was fishing for a reaction, and she sure did get one. Anon, Izzy, and Sunny all hastily leaped towards the book, shielding it from her and shaking their heads.

"N-nah! We can't! This one's got some really weird stuff going on with it!" Sunny blurted out.

Zipp raised a brow. "So weird you keep it right on your bedside?"

Sunny winced at the reply, looking around frantically and searching for an answer.

"It's - uh - super dangerous! Just touching it can hurt a pony!" Izzy followed.

"So dangerous that Anon has his hand on it right now?"

The human's eyes went wide, looking down at his appendage and gulping.

"Well, you see," he began, rubbing the back of his head. Thinking for a moment, he continued. "Humans actually have a latent resistance to dark magic, it seems. At least, that's what we've gained from the research we've been doing." He stood up tall, trying to seem confident. "Which means only I can study this thing."

Zipp didn't reply, eyeing the book behind the three. She wasn't entirely sure, but she had a pretty good feeling that it was the answer to her questions. They were oddly protective of it, clearly lying about something, and the fact that Anon was so intent on claiming it was only accessible to him made her want to investigate it all the more.

"You know what, Sunny," she breathed, turning away from the group. "I've actually gotta do some stuff with Pipp back at Mane Melody. We can look over everything later and, of course, not mess with that book!" She forced her voice to sound enthusiastic and genuine, smiling back at the three. "Don't wanna unleash some ancient curse or whatever, y'know?"

Sunny looked right at her, then at Anon, and back to her. "O-oh! Well, sure! That sounds good to me!"

"Sweet, I'll catch you guys later." She began to trot toward the stairs, intent on taking the normal exit this time. "Sorry for acting all huffy and stuff. Guess I'm just itching for a mystery or something."

The group watched on as the pegasus waved at them with a wing and began to make her way down the stairs. Anon drank in each bounce of her ass as she descended, lavishing in the sight of her vast cheeks jiggling, unbeknownst to her. Seeing her and her tantalizing rump disappear out of view, sorrowed to lose the picture he had but relieved her suspicion was gone, he sighed.

His nerves were on edge, his heart was racing, and adrenaline was coursing through him. His arousal had spiked from seeing Zipp's rump, and he knew just how to satisfy it and calm himself down. Gliding his hands down, he cupped Izzy and Sunny's asses, squeezing their flanks and earning a pleasurable gasp from them.

"That seemed like a success!" He chuckled to himself, his lust untamed and unkempt. "How about I plow you both into quivering messes for pulling that off without a hitch?"

Izzy pressed her ass back into him, letting him squeeze her asscheek further. "Ooooh! That sounds so so good ~ Plus, you still gotta fill me up!"

Sunny didn't react as quickly as her friend, nervously glancing out the window. She wasn't entirely sure their ruse had worked, and Zipp certainly seemed suspicious. As much as Sunny would have liked to have an established plan, her concern that they'd simply have to brute force the mare into submission was becoming more and more likely to her. Still, as she felt her Master smack her ass, her purpose of being his fucktoy conquered her concerns, ushering her to press against his hand.

"Mmmm ~ I guess we probably did convince her," she cooed, licking her lips. "Now stuff my holes like the bitch I am for you, Master!~"

As she felt him smack her flank again, earning a deep moan, she began to shake her rump eagerly. Izzy had mimicked her, the sounds of their cheeks obediently clapping filling the air. She could see her Master start to strip as any and all worries from before were swiftly vanquished. She was going to get fucked by him; that was her very reason to exist. Worrying didn't matter, not right now. Serving was her priority.

Plus, Zipp probably didn't have many reasons to suspect them anyways.

"I'm telling you! I've never been this suspicious of anypony ever!"

Zipp paced back and forth, frantically running thoughts through her mind as she vocalized her concerns to her only present company.

"I think with him, it's more somebody since he's a hooman or whatever they're called," Hitch replied, sitting behind his desk and pushing a stack of papers to the side.

Zipp shook her head, stamping a hoof against the ground, causing her entire flank to bounce without realizing it. She was wholly unaware that Hitch had long since taken his eyes off of his work and had them focused on her, or rather, a part of her.

"That's not the point!" she groaned, pacing again. "They're lying! He lied about moving Sunny's bed, Izzy lied about going out for supplies, and I'm sure Sunny lied about…something! They're all lying!"

Hitch simply nodded, too distracted by her fat ass to entirely focus. "Uh-huh…"

"And I think I know why!" she continued, whirling around to face the sheriff.

With the view of her flank stripped from him, Hitch sighed. "Zipp, we've known Anon for ages. We're his only friends, he has no magic, and he's been nothing but good to us. If your hunch is accusing him of -"

"Doing something to them? Yeah, it is!" She trotted towards his desk, slamming a hoof onto it. "It's all pointing to something, and that something is that book!"

Hitch raised a brow. "That weird glowing one you mentioned before?"

"Yes!"

He leaned back in his chair, tapping his hoof against the floor. "Okay, I'll give you that. From what you said, it does seem really suspicious." He gestured toward her, raising a brow. "But what exactly are we supposed to do? We can't just go off an assumption. Heck, I'm still kind of lost with this whole situation."

"You're not doing anything; I'm going to handle this," she stated, puffing her chest out. "What better way to solidify my detective skills than busting some grand scheme Anon might be up to."

"If he's even up to anything."

"I know he's up to something, Hitch. My intuition is never wrong."

Hitch rolled his eyes. "You've been saying that about Misty too, and, low and behold, you've found nothing on her." He pouted his lips, eyeing her. "Maybe you have a problem with accusing your newer friends of stuff."

"I said there's something going on with her. I never said exactly what! I just know whatever her deal is, she isn't being frank with us." Zipp shook her head, pointing at the sheriff. "The same goes with Anon! I'm not saying he's doing anything horrible, just that he's done something. Maybe he just made them like him more, or is trying to mask some kind of fuck up he did-"

"Language."

"Ugh," she groaned. "Maybe he's trying to mask some kind of mistake he made, or maybe…well, I don't know what exactly, but there's something!"

"Something, something, and more something," Hitch teased, waggling an eyebrow at her. "Real good detective pitch there. 'The Something Case About Something That Someone Was Doing Something,' a real eye-catcher."

Zipp's ears folded back as she frowned at the stud. "Y'know, I don't remember you being this cheeky with me."

"I know! That's usually your thing with me," he cheerily replied, chuckling. "I've dealt with Sunny for years, and lying is exactly her forté—at least with me when it comes to not crashing presentations. Honestly, Anon probably isn't even the one behind whatever you think is going on. I'm sure Sunny has been rubbing that part of her off on them—if something is happening. Who knows, maybe they have a surprise planned for you or something."

Zipp sighed, taking a notepad out from under her wing. Within it was an abundance of notes relating to the mystery at hoof. Izzy's lies, Sunny's behavior, and Anon as a whole. All three seemed off, but most notable were the observations she had made with the two ponies' eyes. They seemed partially glazed over, as if something was hiding whatever was truly within them. She had almost given away her findings when she perked up earlier, but she saw a glint of magic flow through Sunny's eyes.

The same color as the book they hid from her.

Everything pointed her in one direction—she needed to get that book. The claim that it was dangerous might be true, but she had to take the risk. If she could get her hooves on it and read whatever it contained, she'd probably get a definitive answer to her suspicion.

She raised a wing and waved toward the station's front door. "Maybe. I'm gonna go figure this all out. I'll come back and tell you what I find out later."

Hitch's eyes had drawn back to that plump rump, leading him to only mumble in response as she left. He'd have shown more concern, but it was far too hard to focus with her flaunting that ass at all times.

Regardless, he was more than sure Anon was innocent as could be.

Zipp carefully and quietly slithered up the side of the Brighthouse, hugging its wall as closely as possible. She had been staking out the home for hours, waiting for a moment to make her move. Though it was a grueling wait, her chance had come as she saw Anon and Sunny depart the home together.

Flapping her wings as softly as she could, she crept towards the top window of the home, the very same one she had come in through earlier. With Sunny and Anon both gone, that left only Izzy in her way. Optimally she could find where the book was and grab it without the unicorn noticing. If she somehow got caught, she'd have to make a mad dash for the exit with a stolen tome in tow.

Peeking in through the window, seeing no purple mare, she slowly creaked it open. Slipping through it, she grumbled as her rump got stuck, forcing her to pry the window open further with her wing. Though, with one wing folded back awkwardly to free herself, she could not stop herself from falling to the floor once she did slip through.

Flailing through the air momentarily, she crashed into the floor with a solid thud, knocking over a few pencils on Sunny's desk. She winced, not in pain but worry, fully expecting to hear Izzy frantically running over to see what had caused the commotion.

"Nnngh ~ Yes! Oh, buck yes, Master!"

Her ear twitched, hearing something that was unmistakable. Slowly looking up, she saw Izzy on her bed across the room. The sight would have been nothing out of the ordinary if not for the dildo being arcanely plunged into the mare nonstop.

A blush exploded onto Zipp's muzzle as she watched her friend get herself off. Izzy was in what seemed to be pure bliss, head back and eyes closed, basking in the immense pleasure she was disposing upon herself. The scent of grapes wafted through the air, yet another sign of the joy the unicorn was experiencing.

Thankfully, Izzy was too lost in her pleasure and deafened by her moans to notice Zipp's slip-up. The sight flustered her for a moment, but Zipp quickly shook it off, focusing on her task. The voyeuristic view might've gotten most ponies worked up, but she wasn't most ponies. She never cared much for eyeing up other mares or stallions, heck, she never even looked at herself really. She was rather stoic when it came to her lustful desires, suppressing them away so they wouldn't interfere with her mood, workouts, and whatever else she was up to.

"Ohhhh ~ Master! That is s-so amazing! Oh, my sparkle is shining so bright!"

Zipp's ear twitched, hearing her friend utter the name 'Master' again. She quickly connected things, noting that Sunny had slipped up what seemed to have been intended as a 'Master' when speaking to Anon earlier. If Izzy was saying that, she could only assume it had some relation to Anon. Now finding concerns welling into her, hoping deep down that maybe the three were up to some far too indulgent roleplay, she began to search for the book.

Sneaking over to the pile of relics, her chest twisted into a knot as she saw the end table bare and empty—no book in sight. Frantically looking around, sifting through the pile of artifacts nearby, she found no signs of the mysterious tome.

"Haaa ~ Yes! Plow your slave!"

Izzy's moans forced Zipp to glance back, now seeing the unicorn furiously bucking her hips into the air as she slammed her dildo into herself. Her tits bounced with each thrust she made as a visual stream of marish juices ran down her inner thighs and along the curves of her asscheeks. Even with how stern she was, Zipp couldn't deny the sight did look exceptionally hot. Still, her attention was snatched away by something glowing on Izzy's end table.

The book.

Fighting off her instinctual urge to sprint over and scoop the tome up, Zipp assessed her situation. Izzy seemed well distracted, and if any time was good to make a move, it had to be now. Stooping down low to the ground and keeping a close eye on Izzy, Zipp scurried across the floor toward the unicorn's bed.

The sound of Izzy's moans grew louder the closer Zipp got, and the aromatic scent the mare gave off also intensified. Her sinuses filled with Izzy's tangy aroma, making her shudder with unexpected delight. She was good at hiding away things that were arousing, but she certainly wasn't immune. Biting her lip, hugging as close to the floor as she could, she slowly reached up toward the book.

And then Izzy turned.

Given no more than a second to react, Zipp grabbed the tome and rolled under the bed, holding her breath as she waited to see if Izzy had seen her.

"Ahhhhn ~ Oh gosh! This is s-so much better than working on my projects!"

Zipp let out a quiet sigh, relieved that Izzy had only coincidentally turned as she made her penultimate move. Knowing the unicorn was still writhing with pleasure above her, the sound of the mattress squeaking booming into her ears, Zipp felt a chill run down her spine as the book was held in her grasp.

Its design was intimidating, and its mere touch sent off alarms in her head. She was grateful to know that her friends had indeed lied about the dangers of touching it, at least it seemed as such, but now she had to investigate her crucial piece of evidence.

Turning the cover of the book, she began to peruse its pages. The spells all related to cutie marks, be it changing them somehow, removing them, or even earning them. There were many small footnotes on each page, most of which were signed by somepony labeled as 'S.G.' So far, it seemed harmless enough, but as she searched further, her eyes only widened.

The following content contains dark magic practices. The spells within this section can, and possibly will, have permanent effects.

Dark magic, something she had only heard from old stories her mom had told her when she was a foal. The practice was unheard of, something lost to time itself. Yet, here she was, face to face with a spellbook containing the very forbidden practices.

Turning the page, her concerns from before blossomed. Illustrated on the aged paper was a faded image of a heart surrounded by chains. The art wasn't all too menacing on its own, but what was written below gave her an answer to her mystery.

The following spell specializes in manipulating a pony's cutie mark to warp their mind, body, and soul. When the following spell is cast on a pony, its process may vary. Regardless, it will change a pony's cutie mark to the depiction shown above, and, in turn, make them entirely obedient to whomever is assigned as their Master.

It all made sense. Sunny and Izzy acting so odd, their sudden obsession with Anon, and most evidently, why they had both been using the word Master.

They were referring to him.

She flipped through more pages, seeing more and more versions of this corrupt spell. Connective Enthrallment, Ruining Runes, Bewitching Blend, Perverse Passion, and many more—all functioning differently but leading to the same result.

Enslaving a pony.

She kept flipping through the pages, seeing names jotted down next to various spells of ponies and creatures she could only assume they had been used on. Starlight Glimmer, Lightning Dust, Lyra, Zecora, Ember—just a few names out of the countless ones labeled on the book's pages.

Clearly, some of these names belonged to creatures that weren't ponies, which further worried her. This book wasn't just able to enslave ponies; it was made to enthrall anything and anyone its owner targeted. Ponies were the only creatures in Equestria nowadays, but she feared the power this book must have if it could enslave dragons and other powerful species. It was clear it evolved with time and use, adapting from just cutie mark-based mind control to blatant, overall mental domination.

She gulped as she read more spells, seeing even more names. Sunny and Izzy were now victims of this book's power, but she would ensure they weren't staying as slaves. She'd expose this horrible secret to Hitch and the guard and make sure Anon stayed in a nice, cozy dungeon in Zephyr Heights for however long it seemed necessary. The silence around her let her get her thoughts together, allowing her to concoct a plan.

The silence…

Her eyes went wide, her heart skipped a beat, and her blood ran cold as she noted that Izzy had stopped moaning. Gulping, she slowly drew her eyes from the book's pages and before her. Laying on the ground, typing away at her phone in her arcane grasp, was Izzy. She stared into Zipp's eyes, the pegasus seeing the bright, magic hearts formed within her pupils. The two remained silent momentarily, looking at one another in shock.

"Wuh-oh," Izzy blurted out, pursing her lips. "Guess Master is gonna have to go with the brute force option for you!"

The implications of what she just said were enough to push Zipp into action. Pressing her legs against the floor with all her might, she catapulted from beneath the bed and made a beeline for the window. Book in tow, she got mere inches away from her exit before she forced herself to a stop as it was slammed closed before her eyes. The magic hue shrouding it was clear as she whirled around to see Izzy funneling magic into her horn.

"Nooope! We can't have you messing things up! Master gave us bliss! Gave us purpose! C'mon, Zippster, why not join the fun?"

Zipp grit her teeth, scowling at the mare. "No! You're some…some weird corrupted version of Izzy! I'm not letting your Master - bleh - him win!"

She was disgusted even referring to him with such a title, spitting at the ground before unfurling her wings and hurtling herself toward the stairs. She dipped to her right, dodging a magic blast from Izzy, watching it hit the wall and turn into some kind of restrictive glue. She knew her friend was intent on capturing her, but her speed and agility were sure to outmatch her.

"Zipp! Stop! I don't want to be freed!" Izzy cried out, sprinting down the stairs and after her.

Zipp didn't slow, barreling to the first floor, eyeing the front door. "You think that because he wants you to think that!"

She flapped her wings with all her might, making her way toward the towering doors at an incredible pace. She was feet away from escape, from eliminating the threat Anon had become. She felt the book surge with magic in her grasp, perhaps in a somehow sentient attempt to flee, but she didn't relent.

"I'm snapping you and Sunny out of - oof!"

The doors to the Brighthouse swung open, slamming into her and sending her careening backward. The force and power behind them knocked the wind straight out of her, leading her to crash into the ground and tumble back several feet. Adrenaline coursed through her as she scrambled to her hooves as quickly as possible.

Yet she wasn't fast enough.

She made to take a step, finding her hind leg stuck. Glancing back at herself, she saw her hoof had been cemented to the ground by that same spell Izzy had cast earlier. Before long, her other hind hoof was pinned to the ground. She whirled her attention forward, finding her forehooves swiftly blasted and stapled to the floor, the book leaving her grasp.

She was trapped.

Slowly, in utter disbelief of her failure, she looked up, only to see Sunny and Anon smugly smiling back at her. Sunny's disguise faded away with a shimmer of magic, revealing the same heart eyes and cutie mark that Izzy had, all while she seemed giddy with excitement.

"H-how did you?!" Zipp screamed, scowling at her captors.

Anon raised a phone in his hand, waving it before him tauntingly. "I may hate that you ponies have technology like this, but it does sometimes come in handy." He snickered, pointing over at Izzy as she trotted toward him. "Especially when you're as fast as a typer with magic as Izzy is." His smirk morphed into a grimace, soon glowering down at Zipp. "And when our little thief was all too consumed in her discovery to realize she had been found out, said typing was put to use when she sent us a neat little warning text~"

Zipp's heart thumped in her chest, her anger boiled within her, and she snarled at the human. "Oh yeah?! Well…well when I get out of here, you're gonna realize how badly you messed up! You can't turn ponies into slaves!" She bared her teeth at him, scowling at him as she furiously flapped her wings in an attempt to escape. "Rrrrgh! Let me go! What the?!"

She watched as the book's magic surged out of it, flowing directly into Anon. Dark magic shimmered in his eyes, flickering with a mix of green and purple. The sight was as incredible as it was menacing, as Zipp witnessed what dark magic was like for the first time.

"Awww, it missed me~" he chuckled, casually walking over to the book and picking it up. "I don't think I'll let you go 'Zippster.'" He raised a hand, caressing her cheek as she tried to bite him. "The book chose me. It corrupted me but in the best way possible. Don't worry, you'll feel it too."

Zipp shook her head, throwing his hand away and snapping at him. "You wish! There's no bucking way that'll happen! I don't mess up my cases! I won't become like…" She watched Sunny and Izzy approach his sides, smiling down at her. "Like them!"

"Y'know, had I known what would've happened to me, I probably would've been just as angry as you!" Sunny chirped, nuzzling Anon's neck. "Thankfully, Master tricked me so well I never saw it coming until it was too late!"

"Pffft ~ I never even realized!" Izzy giggled, nuzzling the other side of his neck. "Master conquered my mind waaaaay too fast for me to realistically keep up."

Zipp looked between the two, grinding her teeth. "Snap out of it! You two shouldn't be his slaves!"

"They're more the book's slaves than anything," Anon noted, tapping his chin. "Though, I guess that makes me one of its toys too…" He shrugged, caressing the tome's cover and shivering. "But I gotta say, even if that's the case, I'm very fine with it."

Still writhing in place, her wings fruitlessly trying to rip her out of her binds, Zipp huffed hot air from her nostrils and spat at Anon. Managing to hit his face, a small victory as he silently cursed and wiped it away, she smirked.

"You're not going to get away with this. I'll get out. You can use those stupid spells and all the tricks in the book, but I won't let you enslave me."

He flicked his hand, removing her spit from his cheek. Reaching forward, he grabbed her face right under her chin, squeezing her cheeks as he placed his forehead against hers. His domineering eyes stabbed daggers through her own, her pupils shrinking as she felt the sheer amount of the book's influence funneling within him. This wasn't Anon; this was some morally destroyed version of him, something that had been molded and chipped away into being the perfect owner of the spellbook. He was still mostly himself, with the same cheeky demeanor and playful behavior, but it had annihilated his moral compass. Looking into his eyes, she could tell that he had no hesitation in what he did, finding it more pleasurable and thrilling than anything else. She knew, deep down, he had fully embraced his role as the slave master, and her friends seemingly had fully become his obedient followers.

Watching him lean forward while she struggled in both her binds and his grasp, Zipp shivered as he brought his lips to her ear and whispered.

"I think it's time you learn your place, slave."