“C’mon guys, you’re being dramatic!”
Key Mash pouted at her phone, watching as her live stream’s chat buzzed with commentary as she approached the Everfree forest..
I’ve heard lots about this forest! It isn’t safe at all!
Didn't some ponies go missing? I heard something about it not too long ago.
I heard there’s a monster or something roaming in there. Well, one more dangerous than the usual monsters in there…
Key Mash couldn't help but roll her eyes at the constant flow of messages. She was no stranger to the influencer game, and was fully aware of what engaged viewers. These 'dangerous' challenges were absolute content gold mines. Despite the warnings she had received and the abundance of missing pony posters near the entrance to the forest, she held a strong conviction that the forest was perfectly safe. She was determined to prove it and more.
“You’re all being ridiculous!” she teased, trotting into the forest. “How about this! If anything spooky somehow happens to me, I’ll do another one of my ‘special’ streams for you all~” She extended a wing to adjust the camera's angle, and with a coy smile, she swayed her wide hips for the camera, giving her rump a good bounce. "But I doubt that~"
A sly smirk split her muzzle as she saw her viewers’ reaction to her claim. They eagerly took the bait, clamoring to each other about how she was totally wrong and that they’d be in store for a very salacious viewing session next time she streamed. Mash couldn’t help but smile, after all, it was perfect. She was providing content, entertainment, and the opportunity to finally debunk the superstitions surrounding this place, effectively putting an end to the challenge that had been circulating for the past two months. She was more than ready to see it fade into obscurity.
Giggling to herself, she resumed chatting with her viewers, blissfully unaware of what awaited her within the forest’s depths.
“Hnnng! Y-yes, Master! More! More!”
Fenris grunted, hearing the cries of delight from one his newest slaves right below him. She was the mayor of the nearby town, and had foolishly wandered into his domain of the Everfree in a futile attempt to alleviate her citizen’s fears. It hadn’t taken long for him to capture her, and shortly after she had become a mindless broodmare in his pack.
He watched her thick, juicy flanks bounce as he rammed her senseless from behind, now able to bend his breeding bitch over and plow her whenever he pleased. Since she was new, he had indulged himself in her plenty the last couple days, and today was no different. She had already cum several times on his fat, throbbing cock, and it seemed he wouldn’t stop until he had filled every hole.
Fenris leaned forward and grabbed her mane, yanking her head back as he slammed his hips into hers with enough force to make them both moan. He could already feel her walls tightening again, and knew he was bringing her close to another orgasm. She had been hot at first, but thanks to his magic and a few additional spells, she was a true whore now.
His curse, one of his own designs, had worked wonders thus far. Morphing into a timberwolf hybrid of sorts on a whim, he had been using his trusty magic scarf to allow him to weave his plan together, bit by bit. His seed itself was potent as could be, knocking up any mare he conquered as well as instilling his corruption upon them. Conquering their minds, morphing them into an obedient, mindless slut that lived to serve and be bred, his corruption was a sentence to an eternal fate of serene bliss.
And as he had said before, Mayor Mare was one of the growing collection of sluts he had claimed. Glancing down at her, watching her thick asscheeks bounce as he railed her senseless, he licked his lips. His curse had done amazing work on her. Back when he had first claimed her, her once-thin frame had filled out considerably, with a plush, round ass that jiggled with each thrust, and tits so big and heavy they hung down beneath her. Most importantly of all, her mind had been sundered of any free thought. Raising a claw, he struck her ass, drinking in the sound of her whorish groan of pleasure in response.
Not only had his curse turned her into a whore, with proportions to match, but he had taken things a step further too. Using another spell of his own design, and knowing he had knocked her up the second he claimed her, he had chosen to accelerate her pregnancy by a portion. Though he had taken her mind and body only two weeks ago, her body had been rushed to a few months pregnant. Her ass had plumped up further, her melon-sized tits drooled milk, and her bliss knew no bounds as she knew she carried her eternal Master’s foals.
Her depths clenched down onto his cock like a vice, eager to draw out the cum that had transformed her into the obedient creature she'd become. As she pressed back onto him and then moved forward again, her grip tightened around his shaft. The setting, a simple stump, might not have been the most romantic, but Fenris knew his claimed mares had a single purpose—to please him. There was no need for tenderness or sentimentality. They existed as broodmares, and Mayor Mare was diligently striving to meet his lascivious expectations.
“Aren’t you - ngh - glad you found me, slut?~” Fenris cooed, matching her tempo and thrusting into her.
Mayor Mare’s tongue hung out, her expression showing untold volumes of bliss. “Yeshhhh! Being your - ah - slut is a-amazing!”
“Good girl ~ You might be my favorite acquisition thus-”
Fenris' words came to an abrupt stop as he noticed dark magic pulsing through his scarf. It signaled the presence of an intruder in his forest, much like when Mayor Mare had foolishly stumbled into his grasp a few days ago. A devilish grin spread across his muzzle as a multitude of thoughts raced through his mind. Another pony in his forest meant the potential for a new sex slave. While he was thoroughly enjoying Mayor Mare's company, she was bound to him for eternity, and he would have all the time in the world to relish her.
“Mayor, please calm yourself,” he commanded.
Mayor Mare reluctantly began to slow down, unable to deny her owner's orders. She pressed her ample rear back into him, her plump flanks squishing against his groin. "W-why, Master?"
“Seems we will be having a new addition to the pack tonight,” he murmured, leaning forward and stroking her mane. “I’ll have to cut your rutting short, but don’t fret, you’ll get to be fucked by me again later. With a new ruined whore enviously besides us in celebration~”
A smile split Mayor Mare’s muzzle, the prospect of another innocent mare being undone by her Master’s devices filling her with glee. “T-that’s wonderful, Master!” Her smirk wavered, as she winced with pleasure. “Ahhhn ~ But…I-I’m so close too…”
“You’ll be fine, slave,” Fenris furthered. Gripping her wide hips, he slowly pulled out of her, a wet schlick escaping her depths as he pulled out. “That teacher I claimed just before you joined the pack, Cheerilee I believe, will be happy to have some fun with you while I handle my business. She’s been quite pent up.”
Mayor Mare moaned, feeling the emptiness left by his departing cock, but her smile persisted. "Ooooh ~ That sounds like a fantastic idea, Master." She began to walk, a bit unsteady on her hooves, making her way towards the deeper recesses of the forest where the rest of Fenris' still small, yet steadily growing pack roamed. "B-but you'll make sure to use me properly later...won't you?"
“Of course, slut,” Fenris replied, nodding at her. “Your sole purpose in life is my pleasure. I’d be wrong to deny you fulfilling it.”
She beamed, adoring every word her Master uttered. Understanding she’d still be used soon enough, she continued to trot away. Fenris observed her as she walked, his eyes feasting on her bouncing asscheeks and swaying, milk-dripping tits. However, he soon redirected his attention toward the other direction. The forest's edge was not too far away, and his scarf was indicating that his newest conquest was in that direction. Focusing his magic through himself, Fenris swiftly reverted to his regular form, a typical pegasus, and directed a determined glare at the forest before him.
“Well then, let’s see who awaits me~”
“Woooow, look at how awful and dangerous this all is!” Mash chuckled, enjoying consistently teasing her viewers as she trotted deeper and deeper into the forest. “It’s almost like nothing is that bad about this place!”
She struggled to fight back a devilish smirk as a flood of messages entered her chat, an abundance of her followers growing increasingly frustrated over her taunting and the fact that she was proving her point with every passing minute. She valued her fans, of course, but poking some fun at them was certainly enjoyable at times. So far, things were going incredibly well. She had reached a new peak viewership of thousands of ponies, nothing bad had happened thus far, and she was having an absolute blast messing with fans and newcomers alike in her stream. With the recent technology boom in Equestria, the very thing allowing her to stream and more, gaining momentum was an absolute necessity, and she was acquiring that and more from this stream alone.
Continuing to waltz through the forest, she drank in the atmosphere. For most ponies, the harrowing greenery, mysterious noises, and more would dismiss them, but for Mash, she simply found them endearing. It was indeed a spooky place, with disfigured trees and the occasional animal scampering across the path she trotted on, but even with all that said and done, nothing had truly made her feel frightened. She'd be a liar to say she didn't have initial concerns, but it seemed any worries she could've had died long ago. It had been nearly an hour now, and she was beginning to feel rather certain she had proven her point.
"Well, guys, I guess there's nothing too scary in here, huh?" she purred, her eyes playfully dancing with the camera. "But maaaybe I'll still treat you to that special stream if you ask oh-so-nicely."
A fanged grin spread across her countenance as she eyed her phone, reading each and every message she received.
Please! I’m new and I’d love to see!
The last one you did was so hot! I need more!
I think I’m still drained from the last one…
There’s somepony behind you.
Mash raised a brow, the last message out of the dozens she had been reading piquing her curiosity. A part of her told herself that that was a simple bait, one to just mess with her, but with nothing much going on, there was no harm in at least entertaining the idea.
“What’s that?! There’s somepony behind me?!” she exclaimed, exaggerating her voice. “Oh nooooo ~ I sure hope I don’t turn around and see - woah!”
She had indeed turned around, only to find herself face-to-face with another pony. An indigo pegasus, adorned in a sparkling red scarf, stood before her, giving her an appraising look. He appeared imposing at first, but as she quickly sized him up, she felt herself let out a sigh. He was just a pegasus, a shorter one at that! Just an ordinary stallion wandering the woods, like her.
“Oh, wow! Didn’t expect to see anypony else here!” She eyed her chat, seeing viewers questioning who was with her, as a malicious thought entered her mind. Raising her camera, aiming it over at Fenris, she chuckled. “Sooo, are you some kind of forest hobo?”
Fenris raised a brow, both intrigued and annoyed at her odd demeanor. Eyeing her up from the front, he could appreciate how pretty of a mare she was. Her velvety, bat wings had a mixed hue of color to them, allowing for a cascading purple coloration to them, two small, blue horns dotted the top of her brown hair, contrasting against the pink highlights she had in her locks, an array of small accessories were strewn within her hair as well, and her heterochromatic eyes were dazzling in the moon’s glow. She was undeniably attractive, but what intrigued Fenris even more was the rear view he hoped to get. Even from the front, he could discern the alluring curves of her flanks – not overly pronounced, but still tantalizing.
Flanks he’d ensure would be much more enticing soon enough.
“Uh, no, not a hobo,” Fenris replied, acting friendly for the time being. “Sorry to disappoint your…?”
Mash rolled her eyes, assuming the stud was quite clueless. “Viewers? Heh, yeah, got a couple thousand of them here!” She puffed her chest out, brimming her ego and pride. "They've been begging me to visit this forest for a while."
Fenris eyed the phone and camera Mash had on her. Truthfully, he hadn’t a clue just how they worked or the whole ‘viewer’ thing she was on about. The new technology Equestria was rapidly developing was a development he had little interest in. He cared for magic, and now he cared for conquering, so the newest trend ponies were interested in wasn’t much of a concern for him. Plus, he did feel that the new accessories coming out were a bit jarring when compared to the whimsical, magic-filled world they lived in. Still,"viewers" seemed to mean an audience, and he couldn't help but feel a thrilling sense of anticipation at the thought of corrupting her in front of thousands of onlookers.
“Viewers, hmm? How interesting.” He glanced around the woods, playing dumb. “And why might you be in these woods? It’s pretty late, and I heard it can get quite dangerous for the lonely stroller.”
Mash rolled her eyes, keeping her camera aimed at him. “Ugh! Are all you ponies this gullible! There’s nothing dangerous in this forest! No ‘big scary monster’, and I have no idea why everypony is believing these woods are why all those mares are disappearing!”
Fenris recoiled, finding the new information being given surprising. He had only acquired a few slaves thus far; a traveling magician, a visiting pegasus from a stunt group, Ponyville’s local vet, an orange dragon from the School of Friendship, the town’s resident teacher, and just recently Mayor Mare. To find out he had already garnered enough attention to warrant his actions being spread in the media was quite the surprise, but the idea of being a known threat did appeal to some part of him. It was a risk, but if he was to make himself known, ruining a mare in front of thousands of ponies sounded like the best way to do it. The forest was thankfully now fully under his control, so any intervention from the royal guard, Elements of Harmony, or even the princesses themselves should in theory be manageable.
“Well, I’m here looking for some of them,” he lied, fighting back a smirk. “After the mayor went missing, there’s been a few routine search parties. I’m the only one who opted to check at night, since everypony else seemed too afraid of this place.” He shrugged, shooting her a playful wink. “I don’t think much of those rumors either. If anything was super dangerous here, I’m sure it’d have taken you out by now.”
Mash scowled. “Or you, buddy.” She felt a touch offended by his remark at her, yet she could easily counter by using him for her own content. “Why do they have a lil ole pegasus like you roaming all alone? You don’t look like anypony who could defend themselves.”
She checked her chat, giggling at all the messages laughing and enjoying her banter with her sudden company. She could use him, and teasing him would certainly be a good way of garnering a bit more content. He didn’t look like much, but the mischievous parts of Mash’s mind did tell her that he had some use at the least.
“And you’re meant to be anything better?” Fenris shot back, throwing her an unamused look. “You outta head out of here, or you'll probably get scared by a squirrel or something.”
His remark managed to strike a bit of Mash’s ire. If he wanted to throw remarks, she could certainly play that game. She was the streamer, the content machine, and he was some nobody that nopony knew. Deciding to indulge herself in using him for her viewers’ and her own entertainment, she trotted to the side. Carefully placing her camera and phone down on an elevated stump, acting as a makeshift tripod of sorts, she wheeled around, glaring over at Fenris.
“C’mon buddy. What are you? Some lost, out-of-the-loop fashion designer?” She gestured towards his scarf, smirking. “That scarf of yours looks like it’d fit a hobo. You sure you aren’t just some down-on-his-luck stallion trying to act brave in front of my audience?”
Though Key Mash couldn’t read her chat, she knew her viewers loved whenever she’d taunt or tease opponents in games or ponies in her chat. Add in the fact that she was showing off a fair bit of her rump, and she knew her fans were adoring every aspect of her stream at the moment. Her mind raced with ideas and taunts to throw at the stallion before her, formulating schemes to make the most out of the poor stud.
“I’ll let you know that this scarf is much, much more than you think it is.” Fenris flicked his trusty apparel, making sure to hide the dark magic funneling within it as his patience was wearing thin. “Least my hair doesn’t look like a total mess like yours, friend.”
Mash scrunched her muzzle, rolling her eyes at him. “My hair looks great and cute!” She huffed hot air from her nostrils, the playground insults he was tossing at her not truly aggravating her, but more so annoying her at how incompetent they were.
“Really? Why don’t you turn around and ask your fans what they think about how it looks?” Fenris remarked, deciding to finally begin the rumbling of tonight’s main event.
Unentertained by his comment, Mash sighed. She wasn’t one to care too much for her mane, heck, she let it get messy intentionally at times, but for some reason his remark did warrant her the urge to check. Either way, she’d just be met by a sea of compliments from her viewers if she asked them, so why not further boost her own ego at the moment?
Wheeling around, she shrugged. “Fine! I’ll be sure to show you all the lovely compliments I get from my viewers, compared to the zero you’re surely getting.” She stooped down, leveling her snout with her camera. “So, how does my hair look?”
Fenris got exactly what he was hoping for. With her turning around, she finally flaunted that ass of hers to him. Two thick, plump asscheeks met his eyes, a fair bit fatter than he had initially thought. She wasn’t sporting a set of flanks that would jiggle when she walked, not yet at least, but she certainly was far from a pair that you could bounce a bit off. A heart-shaped, lighter color of fur lined the inner parts of her asscheeks, emphasizing and showcasing what lay between her pillowy mounds. The sensuous curves of her rump drew his attention, and his imagination began to run wild with thoughts of what he could do with such a sight.
Her partially sweaty, glistening ponut met his eyes first, resting just below her dock. The tight mound looked delicious, his cock hardening even further as he saw her tail twitch just above it. Laying below it was her snatch, just as tempting in every way as her asshole. Her slit wasn’t aroused, not yet at least, but he had quick intentions to undo her into a drooling mess on both ends. Just below it, her tempting set of mounds swayed, her crotchtits ample but not too large either. As he took in the view, a wicked thought crossed his mind, and he wondered how she'd react to his touch.
The sight she had given him had ushered Fenris to act. Channeling magic into his scarf, he began to shift into his far larger, far more menacing, and far more capable form. Wood formed on the ends of his hooves, slowly shifting into timber claws, the edges of his wings became lined in a similar wood, his cock flashed with magic, turning into a more canine one, and he gradually started to grow in size, towering over the oblivious mare before him. Eyeing up her cheeks, he licked his lips, preparing himself to strike.
Key Mash was all too enthralled in her chat, drinking in all the responses her question was garnering. Compliments, outright flirting, even some extremely horny posts were filling the chatbox on her screen, filling her with a sense of satisfaction and arrogance both. With a self-assured smile, ready to prove the pegasus accompanying her wrong, she suddenly paused as a peculiar string of comments started pouring in.
What the hay did he just do?!
Hang on! He’s doing something!
Turn around!
What the buck is going on?!
“What are you guys - nnngh?!”
Mash's question was abruptly halted as a pleasurable, stinging sensation surged through her. Fenris had delivered a sharp smack to her plump ass, causing a delightful ripple through her flesh and sending waves of surprise and lust coursing through her. Her eyes snapped open, and she attempted to turn around, but she found herself forcefully thrown to the floor, her chest down and her ass provocatively up, pinned by the powerful pegasus.
Fenris snickered, pulling his claw back and maintaining his hold over her with magic. His eyes roamed over her flanks, his cock swelling to its full and engorged size. Smacking her asscheek had already provided an enticing sight, but he envisioned an even more thrilling scene once he had corrupted and impregnated her. Towering over her, his form looming nearly twice her size, he reared onto his hind legs. He was already prepared to tame her, but he had a few tricks up his sleeve, and he planned to utilize them to the fullest.
With a calculated adjustment to his position, he mounted her, positioning his throbbing cock between her flanks with a purposeful slap.
“What the buck are you doing?!” she blurted out, scrambling from beneath him. Feeling a sudden heavy, thick, throbbing, and warm object slap right between her buns, her eyes went wide further. “Oooooh?~”
She wasn't too fond of the sudden attack, but the unmistakable sensation of a cock nestled between her plush asscheeks sent shivers of arousal through her. Her initial grimace transformed into a sultry smirk. Most mares might resist being pinned down and taken advantage of in such a manner, but Key Mash wasn't like most mares. She saw this unexpected encounter as a unique opportunity. Getting ravished in the woods by a total stranger could become a sensational stream clip, sure to delight her devoted fans and lure in countless new ones. Embracing the sudden shift in the dynamic, she regarded Fenris solely as an asset and nothing more, provocatively grinding her flank against him. The friction between their bodies sent waves of sinful pleasure coursing through her.
“Somepony got all mad and pent up, hmm?” she chided, her voice shaky as she began to gauge the size of his length.
Fenris pressed himself between her inviting buns, rolling his eyes at the playfulness of the situation. The glide along the edges of her tight holes sparked exquisite arousal, but her apparent obliviousness to the scene, even as she played along with the forceful act, somewhat dampened his excitement. Determined to make the encounter more vivid for Mash's audience, he channeled dark magic into his scarf, illuminating the surroundings and revealing his visage.
The reaction from the chat was immediate, with lewd comments and explicit expressions flooding the screen as the audience relished in the unexpected, taboo scene before them.
Oh buck! He looks just like the sketches some witnesses supplied!
Mash! You can’t stay there!
This is pretty hot already lmao.
Is he part timberwolf?! Isn’t that what the guard said to look out for?!
Mash’s mind went from lewd to confused, as she read the messages funneling in. She wasn’t sure if this was some kind of weird joke, or if her chat had somehow noticed something she hadn’t. He looked like a normal pegasus, so what was all this about him being part timberwolf? She scrunched her muzzle, stopping her grinding against Fenris, and glaring at the camera.
“Guys…I’m offering you a spontaneous special stream with my new friend! What’s with all these weird messages? You’re supposed to be hor - what the?!”
Her heart skipped a beat, her eyes went wide as dinner plates, and her mind quickly began to shift from gaining viewership to genuine concern, as she felt a claw grab her ass. Ponies didn’t have claws, but timberwolves certainly did. Her worries only advanced as she felt Fenris continue to grind against her, feeling something that felt exactly how a knot would brush against her clit. She swallowed hard, slowly turning her gaze back to see Fenris in his massive, timberwolf form, and her pupils shrank to pinpricks in response to the overwhelming sight before her.
“What’s wrong? You seemed so smug before!” he replied slyly, shooting her a wink.
Mash had limits, and being taken against her will by what seemed to be a monster was treading close to them. Now, if this was under normal circumstances, being the first mare to be fucked senseless by a one of a kind hybrid pony would’ve been a dream come true. Even now she struggled to even deny the idea that this would be great for her channel, but the issue was, the circumstances were anything but normal. Her followers seemed to notice him, he fit the reports the guard had issued, and from the way he was grabbing her flanks, he had a lot of power behind him.
“O-okay! N-not cool anymore dude!” she squeaked, starting to try and shake him off. “G-get off of me! You…you freak!”
She was fine with being taken by a total stranger, but Fenris was actually dangerous. If, by her horrible luck, he was the monster in these woods making mares go missing, she definitely didn’t want to add to the count. Clenching her teeth together, unable to pry herself free from his scarf’s magic grasp, she looked over at her phone, desperately seeing if her chat had any way of helping her.
“They won’t be much help,” Fenris confirmed, raising a claw and smacking her asscheek again, earning a yelp of pleasure from her. “All they’re here to do is watch you be fucked into a mindless, obedient bitch.”
Mash’s blood ran cold, as she hesitantly glanced back at him. “P-pardon?”
“What do you think has happened to every mare that’s gone missing?~” he furthered, flashing her a fanged grin. “I’ve turned them all into my pregnant, eager slaves. Each one now lives to serve their alpha for the rest of eternity.”
The look of shock on Mash’s face made Fenris downright giddy. She had quickly gone from a smug, cocky tease, to a powerless, fearful slut in mere minutes. She was undeniably hot, but once she succumbed to his dominance, there was a possibility that she might become his cherished plaything. Her transformation from defiant to submissive fueled Fenris's desire, stoking the flames of his growing lust.
Fenris’ words struck genuine, primal fear into Key Mash, as she renewed her struggling.
“Agh! No! Get off of me! I’m not b-becoming some kind of sex slave! You’re n-not making me pregnant either! I’ve got fans! A career!” She eyed her phone, seeing her viewer count soaring. She’d have been elated under any other circumstances, but now she just saw it as a tool to hopefully escape. “You’re not d-dumb enough to do this in front of thousands of ponies are you?!”
“I’m sure plenty of viewers have wanted to see somepony give your slutty little self a proper comeuppance,” Fenris scolded, channeling a spell
within his scarf. “And having an audience for your undoing sounds lovely! It’ll let them all see your corruption and warn them of what awaits them if they try to get in my way~”
The idea of being watched while doing anything lewd always did turn on Key Mash, and regretfully so even now it began to work her up. Blushing subtly, she cringed as she felt her marehood give an instinctive wink against Fenris’ cock, praying to the stars above that he didn’t notice.
“Seems like you can't help yourself, getting turned on are you?" Fenris taunted, his magic emanating a more powerful aura.
Mash grit her teeth as her worries were confirmed, spitting back at him. “N-no! Let me go!”
“Don’t worry, that's what this little spell I'm about to cast is designed for!” Fenris chuckled, locking eyes with her. “Let's be honest.”
Mash flinched as she watched a spell surge out of his scarf. In an instant, she felt it impact her, sending a tingling sensation through her body. At first, she thought the spell was a fluke, her body feeling fine and unscathed, but her hopes were vanquished as the enchantment’s purpose assailed her.
An overwhelming heat surged through her body, engulfing her in a wave of insatiable desire. Her pussy instantly started to throb, glistening with arousal as it eagerly moistened Fenris' throbbing shaft, her tight ponut clenching in anticipation of being taken by the massive cock that teased it relentlessly. Her nipples stiffened, hardening like pebbles at the slightest breeze, each subtle gust sending electrifying jolts of longing radiating through her.
Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Mash internally screamed, unable to speak as she bit her lip to suppress a throaty moan. This is worse than any heat I’ve ever had!
Fenris felt her pussy wantonly winking against his shaft, clear evidence that his spell had worked wonders. Feeling her juices slickening his length, he slowly began to pull back, bringing the head of his cock to her entrance.
“Seems somepony needs to be fucked senseless~”
Mash’s eyes fluttered as she felt him tease her lower lips, aggressively shaking her head as she tried to resist his advances. Her efforts to deny him were in vain as he continued to grind against her, his throbbing head threatening to enter her. The spell he'd placed over her left her helpless, far too intense of a sensation for her to handle. She couldn't do anything to prevent him from taking her, or from her mind dwelling into more lustful thoughts.
“I d-don’t! Nnngh…cut it out! Aaaahn!”
Her pleas held no weight, as Fenris braced himself and plunged into her with intense force. His hips slammed against her ass as he hilted within her, holding his position as he savored her inner walls. She clenched down on him once more, caressing every last inch of flesh he had to offer—and he had a lot. Her cunt was tighter and warmer than any of his current conquests, and the knowledge he could corrupt her into a loyal whore in front of her own followers made him more lustful by the second. His cock pulsed, grinding his groin against her pillow of an ass as he lavished the bliss washing over him.
Mash quivered uncontrollably, arching her back as an overwhelming orgasm surged through her like a tidal wave. Her pussy erupted in a torrent of arousal, drenching both her and Fenris in her slick juices as she lost herself in the throes of pleasure. Waves of ecstasy coursed through her body, causing every muscle to spasm and twitch in response. While she typically prided herself on her endurance, having engaged in countless explicit streams, a single powerful thrust from the stud looming over her sent her into an unparalleled realm of pleasure with unimaginable ease. Even if she was internally screaming to resist, each thrust into her brought her a barrage of lustful images and thoughts, each one more depraved than the next, and each one featuring the stud currently inside her.
But it was only the beginning of her torment as she sensed him retreating. The enchantment within her compelled Mash to tightly clench around his cock, her body resisting the emptiness that threatened to consume her. Inch by inch, he withdrew, leaving her with an insatiable ache. When he paused with just the tip still inside, Mash fought hard not to let out a moan. Her head snapped back, her expression a mixture of pleasure and desperation as he suddenly thrust back into her.
"Nnnhmgh! S-stoooop!!!" Mash couldn’t stop herself from letting out a moan, her thoughts muddled by the unrelenting waves of pleasure crashing through her. Her mind could only wander as she gasped for breath, overwhelmed by sensations.
He feels so good! What is going on?!" she thought, utterly bewildered.
Fenris was bigger than anything she had ever taken before. Her walls were pushed to the limit, her ass bounced nonstop, and her womb was teased by his tip each time he slammed into her. The pleasure was unlike any sensation she had ever felt, the enchantment amplifying her every nerve, driving her mad from the ecstasy coursing through her veins. She was nearly a drooling mess already, tongue lolling out of her mouth as her eyes rolled back. Each drive Fenris made into her lurched her body forward, and each smack against her ass earned another euphoric cry of bliss from her lips.
Barely managing to look up at her phone, she caught a glimpse of how she appeared on her perfectly positioned camera. What truly caught her attention was the skyrocketing viewership—over ten thousand ponies had tuned in, all of them having a front-row seat to her being thoroughly ravished.
They enjoyed an explicit and vivid view of every enticing sway of her voluptuous ass, her expression already drunk in lust, and the relentless, rhythmic thrusts of Fenris plunging into her without restraint. Aroused by the spectacle, a multitude of ten thousand ponies listened intently to her passionate moans of ecstasy, the unrelenting, provocative slapping sounds of their passionate collision, and the primal grunts of the timber pony dominating her. Mash had been in countless streams, many with more ponies watching them, but none of those streams could compare to the intensity of this moment, nor to her current state.
From behind her, Fenris reveled in the spectacle. Mash's transformation from a smug tease to a writhing, salivating delight was a testament to his prowess. His vantage point allowed him to savor every detail—the mesmerizing sway of her asscheeks as he thrust into her, the glistening sheen of sweat cascading down her inviting curves, and the sight of his engorged member vanishing into her depths. However, what he cherished the most was the unobstructed view of her face provided by her camera, capturing her expressions as her eyes rolled back, drool dripped from her chin, and she moaned like a shameless whore.
He could see how every thrust he made sent her reeling with bliss, how every plunge into her depths wore down that smug attitude of hers, and how each push earned a surge of horny messages from her chat. While some viewers expressed their concerns, an alarming number seemed to have wholeheartedly embraced the transformation of their cherished streamer into a submissive, insatiable sex toy.
Fenris' sex toy.
As Fenris continued his vigorous thrusts into Mash, her taut pussy gradually yielded to the relentless assault of his massive cock. Even with his unrelenting motions, it clung fervently to his girth, each velvety fold and silken contour of her inner walls caressing every inch of him. With every passionate coupling, her delicate confines relented and stretched further, creating more room for the intrusive pleasure that coursed through her, yet still maintained their pleasurable tautness. It was as if a relentless, steamy storm raged within her, relentlessly battering at the gates of her resistance.
Mash's legs quivered with each exhilarating brush of Fenris' knot against her throbbing clit. The previously constricting grip of her pussy transformed into an electrifying embrace, urging her further along the path to her inevitable surrender to the overwhelming ecstasy building within her. Her body trembled in response to the relentless onslaught of sensation, and the forest reverberated with their shared moans of passion and desire.
Fenris, driven by his own desires and the mounting waves of pleasure, thrust with unrestrained intensity. His knot relentlessly pounded her sensitive clit, the impending breach of her eager depths drawing them ever closer to the precipice of ecstasy.
Being rutted by nothing short of a primal beast nearly broke Mash’s mind then and there. Her vision blurred with bliss, she panted and moaned like a lowly whore, and her pussy felt like it was going to overload with pleasure, already gushing more juices than it had ever done in her saucy life. She looked up at her phone, her eyes dancing over the chat in desperate hope of her followers uniting to rescue her.
All she saw was a sea of mixed messages. Most horny, eager to see her be claimed, even going so far as to say she deserved this. Thousands of messages were talking about how much of a whore she looked like, hundreds admiring how her ass was bouncing, even a good volume were horny for Fenris. There were bursts of ponies trying to help her in the chat, she even spotted the official account for the royal guard in her viewer list, but it was all for naught. She just kept seeing it all drowned out by thousands of ponies enjoying the sight of her being fucked senseless, and she knew a countless amount of ponies were getting off to what was happening. Every attempt to send help her way, or get her freed from Fenris was quickly drowned out by a sea of horny, perverted messages from the rest of her viewers.
Mash struggled to maintain coherent thoughts, her eyes rolling back and her tongue hanging loosely from her mouth. She had experienced numerous climaxes already, far more than she could count, yet her ceaseless arousal refused to wane as Fenris continued to employ her like a living sex toy. She felt the heat he was inflaming within her, preparing her for impregnation. Her innermost recesses ached to be filled, to be claimed, echoing a primal instinct of desire that she had as a mare, even if it conflicted with her career and personal choice to remain childless.
“Ready for a foal, slut?~” Fenris snarled.
Somehow, through all the unfathomable pleasure she was enduring, Mash croaked out a response. “F-f...n-no!”
Her stuttering fell on deaf ears, as Fenris snarled monstrously above her. His rate had picked up, the air filled with the routine plapping of their rut, as his cock flared even further. Her asscheeks bounced over and over, her tits swayed below her, and her face looked like nothing more than a broken whore’s bliss, the sheer volume of pleasure undoing her at a psychological level.
Fenris didn’t relent, tensing up behind Mash as she began to ride out another orgasm, her mind awash in too much euphoria to notice. His balls hiked up, he pulled back nearly entirely, and, bracing himself, he spanked her ass one last time and growled.
“Enjoy my gift~”
His words pierced through Mash's euphoric haze, and a visceral dread took hold of her. If he impregnated her, her career hung in the balance. The demands of motherhood would undoubtedly curtail her streaming activities, and the uncertainty of how her mood swings might affect her streams loomed like a dark cloud. She had to plead, had to hope against hope that somehow he would halt this relentless pursuit.
As Fenris continued his urgent thrusts, Mash suddenly felt his throbbing length swell and twitch within her. Sensing that he was on the brink of marking her with his seed, panic seized her like a vice.
“No! D-don’t - nnnnngh! Oh buckkkkkk!”
Mash arched her back, a silent, breathless cry escaping her lips as the unmistakable 'pop' resonated through the air. Fenris' knot had finally slammed into her, creating a tight seal that anchored her beneath him. She felt it—the moment of his climax. With a primal growl, Fenris unleashed a torrent of his potent seed deep into her core. Each powerful spurt of corruptive cum surged forth, overwhelming her womb completely. Her inner walls were painted a glistening, pristine white as the relentless flow continued. Not a single drop was allowed to escape, and her belly swelled, her body straining to accommodate the sheer volume of seed that was filling her to the brim.
Mash's senses were flooded with a myriad of sensations. The heat that had been burning within her since her first release was quenched in an instant, replaced with the soothing sensation of warmth as her womb was claimed by her mate, her body instinctively accepting the gift of fertility that he provided. Her stomach twitched as her womb adjusted to its new shape, slowly rounding out and embracing her new purpose as a vessel to bear and nurture her offspring.
At first, she struggled, feeling her fertile womb finally finding a use after so many years, as her inner walls were forced to stretch. It was an overwhelming sensation, and she was pushed to her physical limits, her womb heavy with the embodiment of Fenris' lust.
“Gnnnnf…haaa…mmmmph!~”
Mash's world was a hazy blur of mindless gasps and groans, her thoughts momentarily obliterated by the unimaginable pleasure surging through her. Her belly's bulge paused its relentless expansion as the final strands of Fenris' essence filled her. Yet, amidst the euphoria, another climax rippled through her body, accompanied by a stark realization.
She was without a doubt pregnant.
The world around Mash spun around, as she felt her vision gradually begin to clear. The onslaught of orgasms she had endured nearly made her black out, and the feeling of Fenris’ hot cum deep within her made her body shudder with unwanted delight. Sweat ran down her form, Fenris still had her pinned down, and the intense desire she felt hadn’t calmed down in the slightest. Exhausted beneath him, still too dazed to utter a word, she laid there before her viewers helplessly. Glancing up, feeling something beginning to trickle into her mind, Mash eyed her chat.
That was so hot!
There’s more…right?
Guys come on! Somepony needs to help her!
Maybe it’s what she gets for being such a tease…
Fenris leaned down, still keeping his cock lodged deep within her. “You’ll be a lovely broodmare, slut.” He eyed Mash’s phone, looking over the screen and chuckling. “Seems your fans are loving this too~” He moved his hips forward, pressing against Mash’s womb further and earning a moan from the bat pony. “Aren’t you so glad to be pregnant?”
“Faaah…f-fuck…”
Mash’s meek response earned a chuckle from Fenris, as he caressed her cum bloated belly. The bulge his seed left in her was enormous, nearly making her already look slightly pregnant from the sheer amount of it.“You wanted to use me for content, no? Well, this is just the start~”
Still lost in her daze, Mash slowly began to recuperate. Her belly felt noticeably heavier, already feeling a sloshing sensation as it jiggled slightly. Her mind was still shrouded in lecherous thought, but a semblance of her reason began to return. The odd new force roaming within the depths of her mind still remained, feeling as if it was gradually increasing, but for now she didn’t have any concerns regarding it. Shaking her head, finally finding her bearings, Mash shakily looked up at Fenris.
“You…bred me…” Her face morphed into a scowl. “No way s-some hobo loser like you just bucking bred me!”
Fenris snickered, eyeing Mash’s chat again. “It seems you have your doubts, and I’m sure your fans would love to see you looking properly pregnant—least from what they’re saying now.”
Mash raised a brow, looking from Fenris and to her chatroom. “What? What do you mean…?”
She looked over at her phone, eyes going wide.
Imagine how fat her ass will be in a few months…
Mash milk sounds amazing! I’m sure she’s gonna have melons!
I’d wanna rub that cute preggo belly of hers!
Fuck! Do we really gotta wait so long to see the results!?
A blush exploded onto Mash’s muzzle as she read a sea of similar messages. Her mind struggled to wrap itself around the idea that she was actually pregnant, but Fenris and her chat both seemed confident and convinced. Sure, she teased her fans all the time with sexual antics, but actually being knocked up in front of thousands was not on her checklist. The realization that so many ponies were watching, and likely even getting off, to her utter domination was both unwillingly exciting and shameful at the same time.
“Seems like they do! Well don’t worry, lovely viewers! I can fix the waiting issue for you!~” Fenris gripped Mash’s hips, bracing himself. “One pregnant bat bitch coming right up!”
His words filled Mash with worry, as she frantically tried to question him. “P-pardon?! What do you mean fix the waiting - AAHN!”
With an audible pop and a hefty volume of force, Fenris pulled his knot out of Mash’s depths. Her cry of pleasure was extended as Fenris slowly began to pull out, her walls desperately clenching down on his shaft in an attempt to extend the pleasure they were feeling. The spell still ran through her body, and even if she didn’t want this, her body clearly did. The void his cock left in her depths left her yearning for more, and her mind slowly began treading into territories that even dwelt in the areas of outright asking him to go back to railing her.
Cum continued to flow out of her in a steady stream, coating her ass, thighs, and the ground beneath her in the sticky mess. Her pussy gaped from Fenris' size, her cunt now a dripping mess that craved more stimulation.
“Just watch and see, cutie~” Fenris whispered.
Although Mash had overcome her lust drunk daze, she was still confused with everything that came from the stallion’s mouth. Though, so far, he had kept his word, and the idea of whatever he was implying sent an unexpected thrilled shiver down Mash’s spine. Still too weak to stand, she glanced back over her shoulder, eyes going wide as she saw him channeling another spell into his scarf. Her mind instantly began to race with worries and ideas, watching sparks dance across the pegasus’ garment, yet she hadn’t a clue what he could possibly have in store for her.
A devilish smirk spread across Fenris’ muzzle as he unleashed his spell. All Mash could do was flinch, feeling the spell impact her. Waiting a moment, she feared what was going to happen, before she felt her body begin to suddenly change. A heat washed over her, as she felt her hips widen. Not only that, but her ass began to grow partially, surging in size with a burst of magic. Mash’s eyes widened as a heavier weight below her became noticeable, looking under herself to see that her tits had ballooned to melon-sized orbs and were dripping milk. Her fatter ass, plumper tits, and thicker thighs were already enough to send her mind racing…
But then, she felt a warmth in her belly.
Her stomach had lost its bulge from Fenris' cum thanks to his seed constantly pouring out of her, but now her belly had swollen for an entirely different reason. It appeared round, soft, and undeniably prominent, leaving Mash with the unmistakable sensation of carrying not just one, but a whole set of foals within her.
The foreign feeling sent a surge of bewilderment through her. “W-what did you do?! I look…look completely pregnant!”
“Only about 6 months or so~” Fenris nonchalantly replied. Catching her shocked look, he merely shrugged. “What can I say? I’m fond of the look! I already knocked you up, so why not speed you up to the best appearance possible?”
Mash gawked at her milk-dripping tits. “I…h-how?! I can’t s-stream like this! I can’t be seen like this! Get rid of this!”
“Darling, after tonight, you’ll never stream again!” He raised a claw, smacking her fattened ass again and drinking in its more noticeable jiggle. “Though, it seems your fans love the new look!”
Gritting her teeth in frustration, feeling Fenris’ brood literally within her, Mash looked over her chat.
He can do that!?
Oh god... I'm gonna...I'm gonna....
Look at those melons! I’d kill to suck on them!
Her ass is so fat! It’s even better!
So, when does his whole enslaving thing begin?
The first couple hundred comments Mash scanned were almost all lusting for her, dawning the realization that her fans supported all this upon her. They were elated to see her pregnant, cheering for her sluttier proportions and the fact that she had been claimed. With all that taken into account, the last comment is what truthfully stirred a new concern in her.
“When does it start?” Fenris cooed, leaning over her and reading the chat himself. “I’ve been delaying it, but my seed is inside her, so I suppose we can get to the grand finale. Her fate is sealed after all.”
Mash shook her head, scowling at her viewers for once. “G-Guys this isn’t funny! I’m…I’m actually pregnant! He’s doing things to me!” She whipped her attention back at Fenris, gritting her teeth. “I won’t become a slave! Never!”
Fenris raised a brow. “I’ve been personally stopping my curse from making you mine. Though, if you insist…” He snapped a talon, smirking at her. “Let’s see how long you can resist.”
“What are you…”
Fall.
“Nnnngh!”
Mash clutched her head, that small invasive entity within her mind from before exploding into an intense, overwhelming force. It began assaulting her mind, consuming the first bits of her free will, morphing it into ideas of submission, servitude, and breeding.
Serve your Alpha.
Shaking her head, Mash croaked. “G-get out of my head!”
She gasped as Fenris gripped her, rolling her onto her back. She was far too weak to protest, body sore and mind waging a war, helplessly allowing him to move and position himself in any way he pleased. Looming over her, Mash gazed up at him, drinking in his figure.
You will worship your Alpha.
Mash began to subconsciously drool at the sight of him, eyeing up his body. His sleek figure, toned muscles, wolfish grin, massive cock…she couldn't deny his charm anymore, and even began to admire how dominant he looked over her. Even if he was some kind of monster, he was a stud, and her body was already reacting favorably to his presence.
“Agh! Stop it!” she groaned, shaking her head to dissuade the corruptive thoughts.
Fenris merely smirked in response, shifting himself. “That pregnant belly of yours sure looks lovely.” He moved forward, slapping his cock between Mash’s newfound melons. “But these tits of yours are even better.”
Mash couldn't help but release a moan as his colossal member was thrust between her swollen bosoms. Her gaze dropped downward, past her gravid belly, and her heart froze as she witnessed her breasts undergoing a slow but undeniable transformation. They continued to grow, becoming even more plush and weighty, defying all logic by expanding further despite her already pregnant condition. It was an inexplicable metamorphosis, one that was gradually rendering her body more and more seductive. It wasn’t an absurd volume of growth, but she was certainly beginning to dance on a line that most pornstars did with how alluring her body was becoming.
Trembling with uncertainty, she shifted her gaze to her forehoof, and a fresh wave of bewilderment crashed over her. From its ends, wood had begun to encase it, transforming her hoof in a way that defied reason. Her jaw hung open in shock, an overwhelming blend of fear and confusion coursing through her as she watched the baffling transformation steadily advance.
“W-what's happening to me!?” she cried out, now noticing wood forming on each of her legs.
Fenris slowly began to slide his cock between her fat tits, pressing her bosoms together with his claws. She moaned from the sensation, milk beading out of her nipples as she writhed with delight below him. From his view, Fenris could see the faintest traces of his corruption’s darkness beginning to cloud into her eyes—the beginning signs of her inevitable enslavement.
“Didn't I tell you? My corruption is working its way through you, just as I intended,” Fenris answered, smiling down at her. “The curse I have now is spreading to you, morphing you into an eager, obedient slave for me to enjoy.”
“What?!” Mash exclaimed.
Give in to pleasure.
His words wove a sinister incantation, a dark spell that beckoned forth another intense wave of influence from the corrupting forces he controlled, continuing their relentless work on her mind and body. Stretched out beneath Fenris, Mash's form was laid bare for his insatiable pleasure, and her senses were ensnared by the intoxicating sensation.
She couldn't help but take notice of the increasingly pronounced plumpness of her asscheeks, each soft mound swelling and rounding with each passing heartbeat. It felt as if her already voluptuous derrière was being further endowed, maturing into an even more enticing state of fullness. The sensation was electrifying, her unquenchable desire refusing to wane as the perverse magic sculpted her with each subtle shift. Every curve grew more defined, every inch of her body transformed into a canvas for the sinister magic's wicked artistry, rendering her utterly irresistible and primed for the continuation of her transformation.
Fenris' intentions were clear; he had a nefarious agenda. While he had already transformed her, bringing her original figure to a gravid state, it was evident that the twisted desires lurking within his mind held far more in store for her. The sensation of cursed wood enveloping her hooves, the edges of her wings now also succumbing to its influence, and the relentless commands to submit were becoming overwhelmingly intoxicating. The world spun around Mash, and a disturbing part of her was beginning to relish in the transformation.
“Why d-does it…feel…so…” she moaned, rubbing her head as the curse intensified.
“Good? Because for once in your pathetic life, you have an actual purpose, slut,” Fenris replied, picking up the pace of his motions. “A whorish body to serve me for eternity. A few more moments and you’ll be all mine.” He focused his magic, pumping it into her. “But just to be sure ~ I’ll intensify it.”
Mash should’ve replied, she should’ve given a scathing rebuttal to his absurd claim, but something within her deemed it wrong. As the magic intensified the speed at which she was enslaved, she struggled to find reason. This felt amazing, and she wanted to yield to it. The pleasure, the satisfaction, and the sense of euphoria she felt in his presence only grew. Though, the corruption also grew, as her eyes were nearly entirely filled with darkness. She had little time left until she was his, and Fenris knew it.
Serve as his broodmare.
She felt her mind unravel, all her free will rapidly crumbling, making way for obedience and submission to conquer her. Any attempts to resist were hastily shot down, as Fenris empowered his corruption with his magic, leaving no chance for Mash to resist for long. It was a futile effort, as her thoughts were swiftly filled with obedience, an admiration and desire to serve Fenris.
Becomehis eternal slut.
She strained for a few more minutes, the final vestiges of her mind fighting against the inevitable furiously. The pleasure of her body changing, accompanied by the feeling of Fenris’ cock between her tits, was unfathomable arousing. Paired with it were the constant commands to submit, growing ever louder and more potent in her mind. She tried to hold on to her reason, to her mind, but the sheer intensity of everything was too much to bear.
“M-More..Ma…Mas…n-no…” Mash grumbled, shaking her head.
Fenris knew she was at her limit. Eager to have his newest slave, he slid his cock between her tits at a quickened pace. Milk drooled from her nipples as he caressed them, and his balls slapped against her clit every time he drove his hips forward.
“Give in to the bliss, slave.”
His words, alongside the intensified pleasure from his motions, were the final nail in Mash’s coffin. As the final parts of her mind were conquered, she writhed below him, an orgasm beyond words ripping through her body as she was reborn. She wavered on the line of unconsciousness, howling with bliss as she rode out her release. Her cum-dripping pussy gushed with her lust, as her tits spurted out milk, creating a sight to behold as she was sent into the seas of unending euphoria.
Fenris watched the sight with glee, pulling his cock away from Mash’s tits. Her melons bounced as she endured her release, milk gushing in different directions as she was being rewritten for the rest of eternity before his eyes. He knew her fate was sealed. Her body had stopped changing, the wood had finished forming on her, and now all that remained was her eyes being filled with his corruption.
Standing up, he watched as she finished riding out her orgasm. She lay still on the floor, bar the occasional twitch, lost in the afterglow of her life-changing climax. He waited with bated breaths, hoping to see what he yearned for.
“I…I…” Mash mumbled between breaths, her voice shaky.
A scant few seconds passed, as she took in a few more breaths before her eyes fluttered open. Darkness filled them entirely, and as they spotted Fenris, a dumb, empty smile spread across Mash’s muzzle.
“I’m yours, Master~” Mash cooed, reaching down and rubbing her snatch. “Thank you for showing me the light!”
A wicked grin split Fenris’ face as he stared into Mash’s eyes. She was his. His curse had conquered her, corrupted her body and mind to solely exist for his pleasure. Now she was his broodmare, an obedient slave for the rest of time. The fact she was a well-known streamer, and the fact her viewers got to watch the entire thing unfold, was just icing on the cake.
Trotting over towards her, Fenris caressed her cheek, smiling down at her. “You’re welcome, slave. You’ll remain in bliss for eternity now ~ Serving me with your body and soul forevermore.”
Mash shuddered with delight at his words, snickering. “Heh ~ That’s way better than streaming!”
“Speaking of streaming,” Fenris noted, guiding his eyes towards Mash’s phone. “Your viewers are still here ~ Thousands just watched you be reborn. Let’s see what they think!”
Mash perked up, watching Fenris levitate the phone over to them with his scarf’s magic. Curious, she eyed it, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips as she did.
Holy buck! Look how fat her ass is now!
I’d kill to have her be my sex slave…
I can’t keep cumming this much…hottest stream ever!
Nooo! Mash! Somepony needs to help her!
Thousands of messages were flowing in, with the majority still mindlessly horny and the occasional few actually trying to help her. Not that she wanted help anymore. She was with her Master, and she was his slave—that’s all she cared for and needed.
She eyed the viewer count, seeing that there were now nearly 50,000 ponies viewing. It seemed many more joined as her mind was conquered and she was remade. So many ponies watched her be reborn into a mindless sex slave, and the knowledge of such made her pussy seize upon itself.
“So many viewers! I say we entertain them, shall we?~” Fenris cooed, squeezing down on her fat ass.
Mash’s eyes fluttered as she felt her Master’s touch. “A-Anything you want, Master! I’m your slut!”
Fenris glanced around. Spotting a relatively large boulder nearby, he shrouded it in his scarf’s magic, slowly dragging it over to him and Mash. Positioning it behind him, he leaned back on it, spreading his legs. With his cock throbbing and at the ready, it glistened with a coat of Mash’s juices and milk.
“Worship it.” He stroked his length, smirking at Mash. “Savor and praise the tool that remade you into a mindless whore.”
Mash's tongue flicked across her lips, a trace of her former self still lingering within her. While she was now an obedient plaything, a majority of her mischievous and lascivious nature remained. She couldn't resist the urge to tease her viewers, a familiar spark in her eye as she trotted over to her new Master.
Each step towards Fenris was like a choreographed dance of seduction. Her plump rear, now generously on display, swayed hypnotically with each movement. Her tail, an alluring banner, waved playfully in the air. She ensured every glistening detail of her desire was visible, offering her viewers an unobstructed view of her transformation's fruits. The sensation of her body, altered and amplified by her Master's design, felt intoxicatingly foreign yet deeply arousing.
Approaching Fenris with purpose, she maintained a deliberate posture, her newly enhanced crotchtits proudly presented. The craving gaze of her audience, now more insatiable than ever, was a source of wicked delight. A giggle, light yet laden with implication, slipped through her lips as she cast a coy glance at her camera, an impish grin playing upon her lips. Then, with a sultry turn of her head, she redirected her attention to Fenris, her tongue darting out in a display of eager anticipation.
Fenris chuckled, a sound resonating with a mix of amusement and a hint of pride. "You really enjoy teasing them, don’t you?" His words, light yet edged with the weight of his authority, danced in the air between them.
Mash nodded enthusiastically, her spirit undimmed despite her transformation. “Oh for sure! They send the funniest things.” She accentuated her reply with a playful, exaggerated bounce of her hips, making her flanks clap audibly - a sound that echoed her newfound voluptuousness. “And now that you’ve made me like this, Master? I’ve gotta milk it!”
Fenris responded with a roll of his eyes, though the smirk on his lips betrayed his amusement. “Still quite the character, I see,” he said, his tone carrying the ease of a ruler amused by a favored subject. “Get to your task.”
Her gaze fell upon his length, widening with a mix of awe and fervent devotion. Her tail began to wag, a telltale sign of her eagerness. “Happily, Master!”
As she brought her muzzle closer to his throbbing cock, she took a moment to drink in his size. Before her enslavement, she might have admitted to its impressive nature, but now, her mind reshaped, she saw it as nothing less than divine. It was the very essence of her transformation, the source of her rebirth, and the symbol of her eternal servitude. Its aroma was heady and intoxicating, sending shivers of anticipation through her.
With no hint of hesitation, she slipped his cock into her mouth, taking it deep into her throat with practiced ease. Each motion was a testament to her complete dedication to serving him. Deepthroating him with each descent, she found herself enveloped in a wave of bliss, fulfilling her purpose. This was her existence now, every moment defined by serving her Master and his desires.
Feeling his hoof reach down to pat her head elicited a muffled coo from her, as she increased her pace. Her tongue wrapped expertly around his shaft, savoring every drop of their mixed juices. The taste propelled her into a state of euphoria, her body responding with a renewed quiver of lust. Her breasts, full and heavy, heaved with each breath, milk dripping steadily from her nipples. The gentle sway of her body with each motion drew Fenris’ attention, a silent acknowledgement of her allure.
“Good. Very good, slave,” Fenris breathed out, a sense of satisfaction in his voice as he leaned back to enjoy the sensation. “I made a good choice in claiming you. You resisted well, as have the others, but in the end…” His hoof gently stroked her mane as she continued her task, his gaze darkening with pleasure. “They all become eager whores, just like you.”
He used his magic to adjust the phone’s angle, ensuring her viewers a perfect view. “Your viewers have quite the lovely view of that fat ass of yours, slave~”
Mash seized the opportunity, steadying her hips before throwing them back rhythmically. Even as she continued to expertly service Fenris, she put on a show for her viewers, clapping her thickened asscheeks together with each thrust. Every smack resounded with a mix of sweat and lust, amplifying the intensity of each movement.
She knew this spectacle would drive her viewers wild, just as it pleased her Master. Her body, from her fattened ass to her full teats, belonged entirely to him. It was her duty, her desire, to ensure he was completely satisfied.
With each clap of her flesh and dedicated deepthroat, she endeavored to express her gratitude for being remade into his perfect timberbitch. Despite her fervent efforts, she understood that no amount of servitude could ever fully repay what she owed for this blissful enslavement. Now immortal like her Master, she had eternity to worship his cock, yet she knew, even an eternity might not be enough to show the depth of her gratitude, the completeness of her submission.
She kept up her efforts, forcing his length down her gullet deeper every time. Whilst her ass cheeks continued to bounce, her face was constantly filled to the brim with each deepthroat. She felt how slutty she was being, and adored it. A proper whore like she now was should be like this. Her purpose was servitude, so flaunting her assets and stuffing her holes was the exact situation she yearned to be in.
Lost in the ecstasy of her actions, Mash felt Fenris' firm grip on the back of her mane. Gently but assertively, he guided her head back, his control over her movements undeniable. Reluctantly, she released his member from her mouth, the sensation of loss immediate and profound. Her twerking gradually ceased, coming to a still as she rested his stallionhood on her face. Looking up at him with a mix of curiosity and anticipation, she planted soft, reverent kisses along his length, each one a silent plea for further commands.
“This has been fun, slave, but now it’s time for us to go.” His scarf’s magic levitated the phone to their side. “Your career as a streamer is over. It’s time you bid farewell to your fans. Your body is my property and my property alone. They’ll never see you again unless they too become one of my whores.”
The former pony Mash once was might have balked at the thought of retiring from the limelight, but the transformed slut she had become was only too eager to comply with her Master’s wishes. A twinge of nostalgia for her viewers flickered within her, her passion for her former career peeking out.
“Oh c’mon, Master!” she protested playfully, suckling on his nuts momentarily before releasing them. “Can’t I stream sometimes? Let the ponies see the ecstasy of being your slave!”
Fenris regarded her with an evaluating gaze, considering her plea as she gently lapped at his member. “Hmmm. If it pleases you, perhaps I will permit it,” he mused, his hoof stroking her mane affectionately. “But make no mistake, you are retiring. The streams will be scarce, showcasing only my use of you.”
“Fine by me!” Mash chirped brightly, her tail wagging in approval.
Fenris took a step back. “Turn around and present.”
Without hesitation, Mash complied, spinning around and flagging her tail high. She spread her legs and resumed her twerking, her asscheeks and breasts clapping in a tantalizing display designed exclusively for her Master. Fenris' reaction was immediate; he moved towards her with a predatory grace and mounted her, his arousal pressing eagerly between her quivering flanks.
He carefully positioned the phone, ensuring both were perfectly framed for her audience. Placing it down, he delivered a firm smack to Mash's reverberating behind, then aligned his tip with her waiting entrance.
“Go ahead and retire, slave,” he commanded, his voice a low growl.
Mash opened her mouth to respond, but the words were lost in a guttural groan of pleasure as Fenris thrust into her. Her eyes fluttered, overwhelmed by the onslaught of intense sensations. Reason and thought were fleeting as she succumbed to the primal ecstasy of his possession. Yet, through the haze of her bliss, she clung to his command, determined to fulfill her role as an obedient thrall to the very end.
Looking up at her phone, she watched as her chat went as crazy as ever. Thousands of messages a minute flooded in, and even some comments mentioning how the royal guard had been deployed to find her. She didn’t want to be found. She just wanted to serve now. If her stream kept going, they’d find her Master.
“S-So, guys!” she croaked, having to raise her voice to speak over the sound of Fenris slamming into her. “It looks like - ahn - the day has finally arrived!” She strained, eyes rolling back as Fenris slammed into her particularly hard. Steadying herself, she took a sharp breath and continued. “To put it short, I’m retiring! Well, mostly.”
As she matched Fenris's powerful thrusts, Mash threw her hips back with unrestrained fervor, her body accommodating him entirely. With each collision, her flesh rippled - her flanks wobbled, and her breasts bounced in a hypnotic rhythm. The crescendo of pleasure built with every melding of their bodies, overwhelming her senses. It took her nearly a full minute to regain enough composure to address her audience amidst the haze of ecstasy.
“Being turned into Master's obedient broodmare means I don’t have - nngh - time for streaming anymore!” she managed to articulate between gasps. “I exist solely to worship his cock and bear his foals, and - ah - streaming would just distract me from that!” A giggle escaped her, morphing into a groan as Fenris delivered another powerful thrust. “B-but! I’ll pop on live now and then, so you - haaa - guys can witness me being a good whore for my Master! So, keep an - hnnngh - eye out!” She flashed a beaming smile at the camera. “It’s all thanks to you guys that I’m a sex slave now! So…until we - ahn - meet again!~”
The chat’s stream of comments halted as her camera went dormant, as Fenris shut down her phone with his magic. Dark magic faded from his scarf as he continued to buck his new toy relentlessly. Spanking her after every few plunges, the air was soon filled with wet smacks and their mutual moans. They didn’t exchange words for some time, merely enjoying each other's bodies.
On and on they went, celebrating Mash’s early retirement with an intense romp. Her ponut was tight as could be, caressing every last inch of Fenris’ cock as he plunged into her. The constant smacking of their bodies meeting created a serenade, filling the air with the sound of Mash’s defeat.
"We're going to have lots of fun, Mash~" Fenris growled with a predatory glint in his eye, his voice a mix of a promise and a threat. “You’ll be used plenty~”
Overwhelmed by the relentless pleasure, Mash could only offer a moaning affirmation, her legs quivering on the brink of collapse. "Yeeesssshhhh…~" she sighed, her voice a melody of absolute surrender as she succumbed to the throes of an intense orgasm.
Fenris upped his tempo, his cock beginning to flare as he felt Mash climax below him. Gripping her hips, he pounded harder than ever, slapping his balls against Mash’s clit and earning euphoric howls of delight from her.
Finding his stamina wavering, especially after getting a blowjob just minutes earlier, Fenris slammed into her and forced his knot into her depths. Sealing her ponut, he began to unload into her. Each rope of cum flooded her insides, likely enough to have bulged her gut had she not already been pregnant.
The climax, while intensely pleasurable, was familiar territory for Fenris. The thrill of a first claim was unparalleled, but even this orgasm, as he filled Mash with his seed, was a source of profound satisfaction. Listening to her howls of pleasure, feeling her body squirm beneath him, he reveled in the completion of his release.
Eventually, Mash's strength gave way, and she collapsed onto the floor, her body positioned in a submissive posture of utter contentment. She hummed a tune of satisfaction, her pussy winking rhythmically as trails of cum mingled with the milk dripping from her breasts, forming a small pool beneath her. Fenris, marking his territory one last time, smacked her ass, eliciting a weak moan from the spent mare.
“Happy retirement, whore.” He leaned over, nibbling her ear. “Your new life starts now~”
Mash responded with a contented coo, a smile of sheer satisfaction spreading across her face as she pressed back against him. “Thank you… Master~”
“Ah! You're the new bitch Master claimed!” Mayor Mare greeted with a chirp, her eyes alight with recognition.
Caught slightly off-guard, Mash managed an awkward smile. “Oh… yeah, I am! Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting to meet the rest of the pack so soon?”
“Master is awfully busy,” Mayor Mare explained with a knowing nod. “He’s out there, capturing more ponies and showing them bliss of servitude!”
Mash chuckled softly, her hoof instinctively caressing her swollen belly. “Well, I’m so grateful Master made me a broodmare…”
Mayor Mare mirrored Mash’s action, a warm smile playing on her lips as she looked down at her own pregnant form. “As am I~” Her gaze then shifted, scrutinizing the milk dripping from Mash’s ample breasts. “He must be really in a rush! He didn’t even milk you yet!”
“Huh?” Mash uttered in surprise, glancing down at herself. “Ohhh. Yeah, he mentioned needing to milk me, but then someone entered the forest and he had to leave abruptly.”
Mayor Mare shrugged casually. “Well, you’ll get more from him soon, trust me.” She glanced towards the forest’s depths. “And him leaving means he’ll likely return with a new bitch or two for us to bond with~”
Mash rolled her eyes playfully. Though a devoted slave, she was not blind to the audacity of her Master's plan. It was outrageous yet undeniably effective. A part of her reveled in the fact that she was among the first to be ensnared in his web of bliss.
Her gaze drifted across the surrounding area. The Everfree Forest stretched out in all directions, a wild and untamed backdrop to their new life. A few other slaves wandered nearby, but not many, suggesting to Mash that she was indeed among Fenris’s first conquests. A sense of pride swelled within her at the thought of being one of the 'old guard' as Fenris continued to expand his dominion.
Her attention returned to Mayor Mare, her eyes roving over the older mare's curvaceous figure. Mayor Mare, ripe in the prime of her years, exuded a certain allure that stirred something within Mash. Her wide hips, ample breasts, and overall voluptuousness ignited a spark of desire in Mash’s mind.
Ever one to be blunt, she blurted out exactly what she was thinking of.
“So, wanna like…scissor or something?”
