A Mindful Roommate

Heading home from work, you couldn’t help but enjoy the fresh, cool air. The day hadn’t been too strenuous, bar a single large order the Cakes had you assist with, but beyond that you couldn’t complain all too much. Heck, you even got off early, which meant more time to relax.

At least you hoped you could. It was all dependent on how much of a pain your roommate was going to be today. With the recent technological boom Equestria has had, she had been spending most of her time on her computer, and depending on how her internet banter went, she’d either be grumpy, whiney, bratty, or an awful mix of the three that made her an absurdly large pain in the ass.

Stepping up to your front door, you hesitantly gripped the doorknob. Twisting it, you creaked the door open, crossing your fingers that your roommate wasn’t going to be up to too much mischief for once.

“Ugh, these ponies are such idiots!”

Sitting on a small chair, Anon Mare clumsily tapped away at her keyboard. From the looks of what was on the screen, you could tell she was on some kind of forum site. She had found a penchant for them, primarily to cause trouble and mess with other ponies, but it at least kept her entertained enough to lessen the amount of mediocre pranks she’d play on you.

You’d lived with her for the past few months, nearing a year now. It wasn’t exactly a choice you made, moreso destiny. It just so happened one day two individuals from your world popped into Equestria on a whim—except only one of you stayed human. The other, Anon Mare as she begrudgingly went by, insisting she was a guy always, had plopped into this magical world as a shapely equine.

Being you were both unexpected guests, and at least shared common knowledge of your world, Celestia found it appropriate to kindly offer you each a house—a shared house. Be it as it were, it meant you two were living together, and your dynamic was quickly established.

She loved to fuck with you.

Not only were you the only one with a job, a responsibility she’d been pushing off with the excuse that ‘she didn’t know how to use hooves well yet’, but you basically had to pay for everything too. She did receive a rather generous monthly stipend from the royal sisters herself, but she often blew it all on worthless cosmetics for one of her games, or fast food deliveries.

Being she had so much free time, she spent most of it pranking you, teasing you, and even downright harassing you. Her mischief ranged from pins on your chair, to even flaunting her rump at you just to mock your reaction.

Though that was one benefit—her body. She was an absolute piece of eye candy. Ever since the day she arrived with you, you had to admit she was one of the hottest mares in Equestria. Her light green coat contrasted her black mane perfectly, and they unified to highlight her eyes in just the right way.

But her beauty was nothing compared to how lewd she looked. She despised the fact that she was such a sexy mare, always insisting she was a dude back home, but her form always contrasted it. Her ass was fat, easily one of the biggest in town—so much so that with every step she took her ample asscheeks would always jiggle, and even sometimes clapped. Her tits were nearly melon-sized, swaying below her and bouncing whenever she trotted around. She was as amorous as a mare could get, and you certainly enjoyed it.

You often ogled her, frequently getting caught by her and either teased harshly or screamed at angrily as a result. The few times you managed a glimpse of her marehood or ponut were the source of many pleasurable dreams. She was hot, that was no lie…

“Oh great, you’re back…” She caught a glimpse of you eyeing her ass as she sat in her seat. “Quit staring, you loser!”

But she was also a total dick.

She glared at you as she finished her remark, looking you up and down with a silent, judgemental tone.

“Shocker, I live here too,” you grumbled, placing your eyes on the table. “I pay for the rent and all that, so you should be grateful when I come back from work.”

Anon Mare rolled her eyes. “Oh great and powerful working man! What would I do without you!” She snickered, before outright laughing. “Yeah right! Like I’d ever be like that for you!”

The response was expected as such, after all she was just being her usual self. Opting to not waste any time, you glanced into the living room. Spotting a package on the table, you raised a brow.

“Yeah whatever that is, it looked pretty boring,” Anon Mare remarked, catching your gaze. “I was gonna take it if it was cool, but of course something you’d order would be lame.”

You didn’t pay her much attention. It wasn’t a shocker she had interest in stealing your package, it wasn’t uncommon after all, but you thanked your lucky stars she didn’t touch this one. You had seen a few advertisements for new tech yourself lately, and one night you had found yourself on a particularly sketchy site.

They had sold an arrangement of knick knacks, ranging from mundane to absurd, but you had set your sights on something that seemed fantastical. Moving into your room and locking the door behind you, you quickly set the package down and opened it. Reaching into it, you lifted out a small device.

“Hypnovisor: First Edition”

You had found the device listed on a website during one of your escapades into the deepest depths of the newfound Equestrian net. At first, you brushed it off, but the price on it was rather cheap and the description under it certainly caught your eye. It was fantastical to believe it was real, and you were fairly certain you were getting scammed, but a few bits for the ability to at worst laugh at yourself wasn’t too big of a risk. Though, when you had initially purchased it the website went offline. There was no way to find it again, nor was there a way to get a refund, but it did seem they truthfully shipped it to you.

You glanced over the initial instructions, opting to only read over the first passage in it. The usage was rather streamlined—all you had to do was place it on a target’s head, activate it, and cross your fingers that it was legit. They’d be slowly hypnotized into obedience, following your every whim like a proper slave. Course, again, it was sure to fail, but in the slim chance it worked it’d be absolutely worth it.

Your target was an obvious one—Anon Mare. If it failed you’d at least get the pleasure of knowing you messed with her a bit, and if it worked…

You could only dream of what you’d do.

Shrugging to yourself, deciding there was no harm in trying it now, you set the package down and held the visor in your hand. Slipping into the living room, you spotted Anon Mare tapping away at her keyboard.

“Hehe! They’re totally gonna fall for this bait!”

She was chuckling to herself, shimmying in her seat, giddy with her intent to cause mischief. You barely could hold back a snicker as you saw her fail the captcha several times in a row, but your focus wasn’t set on that.

Slowly you started creeping towards her, tiptoeing your way towards the unaware pony. You glanced down at the visor in your hands, then back at your unaware companion. A few more steps, and you were inches behind her. You raised a brow as she leaned forward, eyeing her screen curiously.

She sees your reflection.

“Anon, what the fuck are you - tch! Wha?”

Before she could properly react, you quickly slammed the headset onto her head, catching her off guard. A flurry of curses escaped her muzzle as you quickly pressed the button on the side to turn the visor on. Your eyes lit up as you watched the purple-tinted screen start coming to life, colors swirling within it.

Anon Mare squirmed in front of you, trying to get you to let go of her head. “T-the fuck are you doing!? Get the hell off me!”

You held her, and the headset, in place. If this was going to work it needed some time. Thankfully, her smaller form made it incredibly easy to overpower her. Ignoring her threats and curses, you watched as the visor continued swirling, though not much else was happening.

Though as you fumbled with your thoughts, you remembered something the website that sold you the headset had said. You had to input commands for the visor to relay into its victim, essentially programming their mind as you saw fit.

Quickly you cleared your throat.
“You’re a good girl. You want to obey me. You want to be my slave.”

The visor shined brighter, seemingly registering your words.

Anon Filly was still squirming in your grasp. “W-what the hell is that? Get it away from me you stupid fu-”

Your eyes widened as her words died in her throat. She had made the mistake of glancing directly into the visor's swirls, and her vision was soon fixated on them. Near immediately, her muscles loosened, as she began to relax.

“I’m a good girl…I w-want to o-obey…I…I…want to be your s-slave.”

You were utterly frozen in disbelief. It was working. It was really working. Shaking your head, opting to not waste your newfound momentum, you decided to push those thoughts into her even more.

“That’s right, you’re a good girl, you want to obey, you want to be my slave.”

Her jaw went slack, hanging open as her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Saliva dripped from her maw, sliding down her tongue and dangling at the edge of it. She was quite literally drooling, a humiliating sight of the usually smug bitch she was.

“I’m a good girl…I want to obey…I want to be your slave…”

You thought you had her, but noticed her wince, starting to struggle against the visor’s control. In her mind, something was going horribly wrong. She began to struggle ferociously.

I’m not a mare! Especially not a good one! her thoughts screamed. And I’m d-definitely not this loser’s slave!

But why did it feel so good to say it? She couldn’t wrap her head around it, but she found herself feeling rushes of pleasure whenever she listened to you.

The visor kept forcing this resolute mantra into her head: “Good girl.” “Obey.” “Slave.”

The pieces of the visor by her ears began to play a sweet, calming sound, before changing to sound like your voice. The commands she had been given were now playing over and over into her ears, flowing right into her mind.

Her mind continued to grow fuzzy, as her eyes slowly glossed over. She shifted in place, still trying to fight it.

Yes, this does feel right, this feels nice even.

Her thoughts continued to warp, as a blush descended onto her muzzle.

Pleasurable.

Her hindlegs slowly began to part, a bead of her nectar connecting her now moist marehood to her plump inner thighs. It caught your attention, causing your eyes to widen further. You saw clear as day that the visor was forcing her to be turned on by this, and a devilish idea soaked its way into your mind.

She was always so determined on insisting she was truly a guy, even with the sexy feminine body she owned. She was a mare, and was seen as such since you arrived.

The devilish thoughts in your mind furthered.

Why stop at doing this to mess with her? Here you were, with this absolute banging mare as your roommate, and she’s too stubborn to accept the fact that she’s best fit as your fuckbuddy.

Or, with the way things were shaping up, your slave.

You looked down between her parted hindlegs, catching a glimpse of her marehood giving a particularly enthusiastic wink.

“I’m a good girl…I want to obey…I want to be your slave…”

She kept reciting the mantra as a dumb, empty smile split her muzzle.

“I’m a good girl…I want to obey…I want to be your slave…”

You knew you were beginning to win, beginning to conquer her mind and make her yours. With your inhibitions dismissed thanks to your adrenaline, you decided to go even further.

Reaching your arm around her, you slowly guided your hand down towards her teats. They’re a modest pair of tits, nothing too huge but definitely big, and bigger than most mares.

You knew she hated them, saying they were embarrassing since she had been a dude before coming to Equestria. She always made it clear how much she despised the two soft bosoms. Yet as you lightly grabbed one, twisting her hardening nipples with your fingers, she released a throaty moan.

A pleasant, lovely gush of her arousal surged out of her winking cunt. The scent of mint, mixed with some wild berries, quickly found its way into your sinuses.
You never could have expected such an amorous smell coming from her, but you weren’t gonna start complaining.

Though your bold move seemingly had some consequences, as she winced and bit her lip. You watched her glazed over eyes flicker with magic for a moment, before returning back to normal.

“S-stop it…you fucking…lo…lose…”

Seemed like she was trying to get a little retort out at you, how cute. You had to assume that since the visor was from some shady dark website, it wasn’t exactly perfect.

Still, you weren’t going to stop. You wanted her to become your slave, using her sexy form to serve you like an obedient bitch. Leaning forward, you whispered in her ear while continuing to tease her crotchtits.

“Shhhhh, let it take you ~ I’ll shape you up to be a real good fucktoy.”

She scrunched her muzzle, trying hard to resist. “F-fuck you!”

You couldn’t lie, her insistent defiance was pretty hot.

“I-I’m a guy! Y-you fucking…fucking…”

But it was also unwanted.

You tapped another button on the side of the visor, upping the intensity of the hypnotic effects it provided. Quickly, her eyes glazed over fully again. It was time to keep pushing her, to mold her mind to your every whim.

You grabbed her plump teats again, playing with them in your hands. “What are these, hmm?”

Drool dripped from her mouth as she mumbled a response. “M-my…tits…”

“And how do you feel about them?” You snickered, watching as her marehood winked yet again.

She tilted her head a bit, staring off into nothingness. “Hhhh…hate them…”

You twisted her nipple, listening to the cute squeak of pleasure she made in response. “Why do you hate them? You’re a good girl.”

“I’m…I’m a good girl…yes…” She barely moved in response to your words, still emptily staring off into the distance. “Good…girl…”

“And good girls love their tits.” You massaged her tits more. “They want to be a sexy, horny mare for their Master.”

She winced again. “N-no…don’t want…”

“You love your tits,” you repeated, your voice far more firm.

She relaxed a bit, smile returning once again. “G-good girls…love their tits…” She moaned as you caressed her rack harder. “I want to be…a sexy, horny….mare for you…”

You couldn’t hold back your smile. She was already seeing you as her Master. It was perfect, and painfully hot.

“And you’re a good girl, right?” you asked, giving a particularly firm squeeze of her tits.

She moaned again, shuddering with delight. “Y-yes…I’m a good girl.”

She began to relax even more. She was like putty in your hands, most of her tension gone. You were pushing her mind to the limit.

“So what do you think of these nice, big tits of yours?” you teased.

She smiled, giggling. “I…love them!” She shuddered, groaning with delight. “They make me…sexy…and horny…for Master.”

You kept pushing her, unrelenting. “For me, right?”

She giggled again. “Yes…for you, Ma…Maaa…” Suddenly she tensed up again, shaking her head furiously. “N-no! C-cut it out! Agh!”

Her defiance, coupled with her dislike for you, really knew no bounds.

“G-get it off! Fuck you! You piece of sh-mmmgh?!”

You clamped your hand over her mouth, holding her in place. You grabbed onto her head with your other hand, ensuring the headset and her both remained in place.

You panicked as she began struggling even more, writhing in your grasp. Desperately, you blindly pressed another button on the visor. Soon enough the visor's colors intensified further, and she started relaxing again.

That was close. You didn’t want to risk her breaking free. Not when you were this close. Relaxing a bit yourself, you slipped a finger into her mouth.

“Suck it,” you commanded.

She obeyed near instantly, parting her lips as she started sucking on your finger, bobbing her head back and forth a bit.

You moved your other hand back to her tits. “These are for pleasuring me, right?”

She’s chuckling again, her body twitching here and there as her mind was being rewritten. “Yesh…for you, M-Mahster…”

You let her continue suckling on your finger, feeling her tongue swirling around it. In the midst of it, you continued to rotate between both her tits, ensuring both were given equal attention, and both withered her will down more. Pressing your finger a bit more into her mouth, you watched as she eagerly sucked on it.

“Good girl. You want to be my slave, right?” you cooed.

Ever stubborn, she winced yet again. “N-nho…ye…yesh…n..nyoo…yesss?”

Her defiance was waning, her outbursts weaker each time they came back up. You were intent on snuffing out her defenses, taking full control of her in the process.

You took your hands off her tits, slowly caressing her body as you made your way up. Stopping under her chin, you lightly stroked her cheek. She shivered, her smile growing larger from your touch.

“You know you do, I’ll help you see the light~” You gave her a light kiss on the cheek. “You’ll become my mare.”

You take your finger out of her mouth, noting that it was now slick with her saliva.
Not wanting to stop the lewd display, you hastily put the pointer finger of your other hand into her mouth. As you hoped, she immediately started sucking on it, moaning lightly.

Smirking, you began to slowly guide your slickened finger down towards her crotch. She tensed up as you neared her tits, but you moved past them, pausing right over her marehood. You could feel its radiating warmth as her lower lips were now wantonly winking.

“I think it’s time to finish you off.” Gently, you teased her cunt, prodding it with your fingertip. “Tell me, you love your pussy too, right?”

Yet again, but hopefully for the last time, she winced. “N-nhooooo…I havsh…I havsh…a chooock.”

Adorable. Her ignorance to her figure, marish needs, and purpose in life were simply adorable.

You prodded her pussy more, using more fingers as you saw it wink with need. “No you don’t. You’re a good girl, and good girls use their pussy to pleasure Master.”

She scrunched her muzzle before her eyes glazed over entirely. “I’m…a good girl…for Master…

You slowly sank your fingers into her, feeling her walls clench down on it. “That you are, slave. So let’s make it official.”

As you spoke, you slammed your fingers into her marehood, feeling her walls grip down onto you like a vice. She leaned back, throwing her head to the sky and releasing a long, guttural moan. Such a sound was unbecoming, one you’d never think you’d hear escape her lips, but it was music to your ears.

You started thrusting your fingers deeper into her. Filling her depths with your digits over and over again. The thrill you felt was amazing, both from the lewd scenario and the knowledge that her mind was crumbling with every second.

“You love your pussy, right?” you snarled,

She began lightly bucking her hips forward, moaning like a whore. “Y-yesssssh~”

You guided your thumb to her clit, starting to tease and massage the sensitive bud. The act held weight, as she began to spasm with delight. She screamed out in pleasure, muffled by the finger you slid into her maw. She began thrusting her hips harder into your hand, desperate to feel more and more. Not only that, but she began sucking on your finger with furious need, the visor making her yearn for it to be your cock.

Her walls constricted around your fingers like her life depended on it. You felt her depths tensing up, heard her breathing starting to hitch, and you knew a ruinous climax for her was close.

The visor was pulsing nonstop with color, reshaping her mind. It was finishing up the final steps, so you needed to solidify your commands into her. You were about to mold her into exactly what you wanted.

“You’re my slave now,” you stated, picking up your pace.

“Yesssshhhhh…” she purred, nodding her head.

You kept going. “You’re my needy, horny, good bitch.”

She bucked against you harder. “Y-yessssh!”

“You live to serve me. You obey me. I own you.” You had never been more aroused in your life, and you knew she was at her limit. “My personal slut. My cocksleeve. That absolutely fat ass, your big tits, and this tight pussy—they’re all made to serve me.”

She heaved air into her chest, slurring out her proclamation of obedience. “Yyesssh Mahster!”

You heard her breathing become ragged, you knew she was moments away from the bliss of her orgasm.

The bliss of obedience.

“You’re gonna cum all that silly free will of yours away.”

She could only moan in response.

“You’re gonna cum away that false sense of masculinity you held onto.”

Her moans became rapid, uneven, and deeper.

“You’re gonna cum and become mine.”

You felt her body stiffen, her marehood seize upon itself and clench down on you harder than ever, and her breath hitch.

“Now cum.”

She complied immediately, throwing her head back further, thrusting into your finger with all her might. She quite literally howled with ecstasy as her climax shattered any shreds of the pony she once was away. Years of life, her insistence on not being a mare, and even her time before this world—all of it vanished into thin air in an instant.

Her mind purged itself, erasing all nonsense. Though in its wake, thoughts of obedience began to spread. Thoughts of servitude.

Thoughts of serving you.

Her smaller frame convulsed in your grasp, her body overloaded with pleasure as her mind was reformed into that of a slave’s. Her orgasm continued, her juices gushing from her cunt as you pulled your finger free of her maw. With her mouth unobstructed, she started screaming out in bliss.

“Yes Master! Yes Master! Yes! Yes! I serve! I serve Master! Yesssssssss!”

It was absurdly hot. Arguably the hottest thing you’d ever seen, and you knew everything she was saying was for you. No insults. No threat. Just pure, unfiltered obedience and adoration. What she deserved to be like.

You watched her ride out her orgasm, savoring every time she screamed out your new name to her, Master. The scent of mint flooded the air, the chair she sat upon coated in her climactic release. Though as wondrous of a spectacle as it were, it had to come to an end eventually.

After what felt like an eternity, her body gradually began to calm. Her spasms ceased, her moans died down, and her body laid back in her chair. Her eyes finally shut, the visor’s control over her gaze finally releasing her from its grasp.
She remained still, breathing heavily, the occasional tremor of delight causing her legs to twitch.

She looked as though she was sleeping. A slight hesitation came over you, but as you saw the visor’s visuals flicker away, you knew you had to test things. Reaching over, you carefully lifted the headset off her, watching as her ears twitched in response.

Placing it down on the desk, you turned towards her, holding your breath as you watched her begin to stir. A slow, satisfied moan escaped her, as her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at you. Her expression was a dumb smile, purple swirls filling her eyes now.

“Hello Master, how may I serve you?”

You had no idea how to respond, but all you knew was that you were hornier than you had ever been before. Lost for words, you looked her up and down, feeling giddy as the realization dawned upon you. This sexy, little plump specimen of a mare was now all yours.

Why in Equestria couldn’t you have found this technology sooner?

You stood upright, towering over her, as your thoughts brewed endless ideas. You had total control over her. You could use her however you wanted. Noting how your crotch was perfectly leveled with her face, and how you were painfully horny, you knew just what to do.

Normally you’d rub one out in your room, but good thing your roommate was now much more open to accepting her true self and purpose in life—being your fucktoy. Though, it wasn’t like she had any will left in her to decide things for herself anymore.

You unbuckled your pants, letting them drop to the floor. Glancing at her, you noted the swirls in her eyes began to fade as hearts now filled her pupils. She looked at you with a gaze that spoke only of pure adoration, obedience, and servitude. You threw off your underwear, letting your cock spring out, stiff and hard as a rock.

Her gaze quickly moved from your face to your manhood, licking her lips as she eyed it up. It seemed like your commands held true, and the visor had made her a total, horny slut.

Your slut.

You stroked yourself lightly, before placing your cock right onto her muzzle. Rubbing your cock against her face, you watched her eyelids flutter as your musk invaded her sinuses. Though you couldn’t see it, you knew her marehood was winking like all hell. You kept grinding your dick on her face, watching her squirm.

She inhaled more of your scent, whimpering with need. “M-Master…please…”

You snickered, taking in just how far she had fallen from her usual self. If she wanted it so badly, might as well let her have it. After all, she had finally submitted to you, surrendering the pony she thought she was for the pure bliss of mindlessly serving you. She deserved to be rewarded for finally accepting her purpose.

“Slave, you may serve me,” you growled, carnal desire running through your veins.

Her eyes lit up with wonder, and without an ounce of hesitation, she threw her muzzle forward and hungrily shoved your cock down her throat. The situation was partially comedic, after all, mere minutes ago she would’ve despised the mere thought of an action like this. Had you ever suggested it, she’d have thrown an endless string of threats and curses your way, harassing you without end.

She had always prided herself on her masculinity, even while in a mare’s body. She mocked the idea of being with a stud, or in your case, a human, and insisted on being interested in mares only. Yet now, as you watched her guide a forehoof towards her snatch, she knew the truth. Her proper place was that of a cocksleeve, nothing more than a body to be filled and used—by you, her Master.

She brought her hoof to her winking snatch, beginning to rub herself furiously. Her moans vibrated against your shaft, as she greedily danced her tongue along your length whilst bobbing her head forward and back. Her hoof was soaked in her juices near instantly, a true testament to how much she loved serving her newfound owner. Her lips were an angel’s caress, sending bolts of pleasure through your body as she deepthroated you like an eager whore.

She was terrifyingly good at this, and her blowjob alone was making your knees weak. It truly showed that she was made for this, built to be a subservient fucktoy for your pleasure and your pleasure alone. Her natural talent at throating cock was the perfect showcase of her potential, that she was destined to be your slave.

“Thank me for enslaving you, bitch,” you snarled, all the anger and frustrations you held within towards her beginning to finally escape you.

She looked up at you while slobbering on your cock, nothing but mindless obedience in those beautiful eyes of hers. “Mmmph ~ Mhank Yhou Mhaster”

She could barely speak as she dove her head back down, slipping your entire, impressive length down her gullet. She was needier than you could ever imagine a mare to be, but with her existence dedicated to serving you, you could only expect as much from her.

You had spent so many hours, days, weeks even, dealing with the headaches she always gave you. Now she finally was in the position to pay for the troubles she caused you, under your control, for who knows how long, as nothing more than a tool for your pleasure. You gave her what she deserved—the teasing, slutty bitch she once was only ever causing you trouble. Taunting you with her figure, mocking you for anything she could, and more. Now…now she was something good.

You had months of pent up frustration to unleash on her. You were going to use her for however long you could. The visor didn’t state how long she’d be under your control, but for every second you had her in your thrall, you were going to make use of it. Intent of finally giving her the comeuppance she deserved, you grabbed the back of her head, forcing her forward.

You could hear and feel her gasp around your cock, the vibrations of it earning a moan of pleasure from you. Without any remorse, you started jackhammering your hips forward, fucking her face with carnal fury. Her smaller frame made it more than easy to manhandle her, and made the entire experience all the better. You had spent many nights getting off to the idea of doing exactly this to her, of shutting up her bitchy mouth with your cock, and finally your dreams were coming true.

For once, you couldn’t help but actually enjoy her presence. She was definitely better now than the obnoxious pain in the ass she once was. From a bitchy roommate to your own personal cocksleeve—a phenomenal improvement. Though, you still had anger to release, and venting it through using your new cumslut was certainly the best approach.

“Just a useless, good for nothing bitch! That’s all you used to be!”

She struggled around your cock, the imprint of your tool bulging in her throat. “Glk! M-mhm! Glk! Yesh!”

You continued to demolish her throat, lavishing in the sensations she provided you. “Now you’re something better! A mindless cocksleeve for me to use and nothing more.”

She moaned furiously around your cock, rubbing her snatch even more. “Yesssmph!”

She was trying her best to lick the underside of your cock. It was an amazing sight, and to think she had never done anything like this only made it better. She always scoffed at the notion of being with a stud, the idea constantly making her laugh at the thought. She was so insistent on not accepting her role as a mare, but now things were so much different. Here she was, throating you like the whore she truly was, going against everything and anything she ever stood for.

“I’m a guy”, she’d always say. Yeah right. No dude could take cock this well, no guy had a pussy that plump, an ass that fat, thighs that soft, tits that big, or a throat this good. She was a mare, and finally through force you showed her the truth.

You continued to swab her throat with fury, pounding into her face. She just sat there, letting you use her, fulfilling her newfound role in life with pure joy. She reached up with a free foreleg, wrapping it around your hip. Timing it just right, she started going with your motions, throwing her head forward as you pulled her forward. Truthfully, for her first facefuck, she was taking it like a champ.

Good, because if the hypnovisor worked more than once, there were certainly many more of these to come. Though, even with her worshiping you, it wasn’t enough. For all the trouble she had caused you, she deserved to have any semblance of her old self utterly demolished. You wanted to defy the very thing she used to stand for.

You started slowing your thrusts. Even though you slowed, she still kept throwing her head forward, fucking her face on her own volition now. She had some will left, but it was solely dedicated to fulfilling your every desire. Thinking for herself, but only when it came to your benefit. You grabbed her hair, forcefully wrenching her head back and off your cock. She released a pitiful whimper, sadly pulled away from fulfilling her purpose, but as she caught the devilish look in your eyes her marehood started to wink even faster.

Panting, with her tongue lolling out, she looked up at you, eagerly awaiting her next order. Saliva stained the edges of her mouth, a trail of it connecting her tongue to the underside of your cock. You looked her over once again, still running the same thoughts through your mind like a broken record. She was just so much better as your sex slave.

You felt your cock throbbing, eager to finish. Thinking it over, you knew just what you wanted. The best way to undo everything she stood for. The idea bloomed in your mind, and you licked your lips with excitement.

“Slave, turn around and present yourself.”

She perked up, registering your command. “Yes - cough - Master!” She cleared her throat, rubbing it as it was strained from the intense facefuck you had given her. “Anything for you!”

She hopped off the chair, fluttering her eyes at you as she slowly turned around. Her tail was fully flagged, wagging above her thick flanks. She swayed her hips in a tantalizing motion, clearly trying to entice you with her feminine figure. She had truly become a slut thanks to the visor, and you couldn’t be more grateful. She always had incredibly nice hips, which only showed off her curves all the more, but with her emphasizing them it truly brought focus to how wondrously sexy she was.

The mare she once was would’ve hated to see herself like this. It’d be a nightmare to her, embracing her marish desires and figure, yet she had no option but to accept it now. Finishing her 180, ensuring every step of the process flaunted her body to you, she got herself in position. Her fat asscheeks clapped as she bounced them for you, letting you eye her pillowy flesh jiggling from her act. Your cock throbbed below you from the sight, yet she wasn’t done.

With her rump facing you, she raised her forelegs and placed them on the chair. Now mounted on top of the damp chair, the very chair she spent the final moments of her previous life on, she spread her hindlegs apart. She twerked her thick flanks once again, clapping them together for your pleasure. Her tits swayed below her, bouncing alongside her cheeks as she put on her slutty show.

Looking back at you, hearts in her eyes, she swished her tail above her rump. “I’m all yours, Master.”

Though her bouncing flanks and swaying tits were the hottest things you’d seen in moons, they were quickly usurped by what you saw next. Trailing your eyes between her asscheeks, you were greeted with the sight of her wondrous, slavering lower lips.

Delicious, juicy, plump pony pussy graced your vision, the very pussy that belonged to the mare that once hated your very existence. Just above her slavering folds was her pulsing, desperate asshole, another mountain of temptation you yearned to plow. You already knew you’d be fucking her senseless, for as long as the device’s effects were on her.

But for now, you have to claim her for the first time.

Watching her marehood wink, marish fluids dripping down her thighs and forming a sticky puddle on the floor, you gnawed your lips. It was hard to resist pinning her down and claiming her then and there, but for everything she had done in the past you had to have more fun with her.

“Beg for it,” you commanded.

Her eyes widened, as she bit her lip. She reached back with a foreleg, grabbing the soft flesh of her ass. She slowly pulled back, spreading her buns apart for your viewing pleasure. Her marehood was now partially spread, showing you her lovely pink depths. Not only that, but her ponut was spread too, reminding you to rut that hole into oblivion sooner than later.

She pulled her asscheeks apart a bit more, before looking right into your eyes. “Please, Master, rut me. Use me like the cocksleeve I am. I deserve to be punished for being such a bad mare. I resisted you, but you showed me the light. Fuck me as much as you want. Use me. I need you. I need your cock. I’m your fucktoy. Please let me serve you, Master!”

Hearing those words, coming out of her mouth, and having them directed at you…

You could barely control yourself.

And you didn’t want to either.

Here was your usually smug, obnoxious, and irritating roommate begging you to plow her like a field in spring.

And you were absolutely going to do that.

Eagerly, you walked over toward the spread mare in front of you. You loomed over her, towering over the desperate mare in front of you. Slapping your cock between her asscheeks, you raised a hand and spanked her.

“Nnngh, Master!” she groaned, eyes rolling back. “Use your bitch!”

A bit of a masochist, a touch surprising, but not unappreciated. Raising your hand again, you smacked her other asscheek.

“Go on, bounce this fat ass on my cock and thank me for conquering you.”

She obeyed without a second of doubt, steadying her hips and beginning to twerk on your manhood. Her thick flanks clapped around your length, giving you a proper assjob as she ground herself against you.

“Thank you, Master! Thank you for turning me into your slut! Thank you for making me a proper cocksleeve! For making me your cumdump and nothing more! I live to serve your cock! To worship you! I exist for your pleasure!” she exclaimed, picking up the speed of her motions further.

Losing your sense of self control, you raised your hands and smacked both her flanks at once. The strike froze her in place, as the pained pleasure she endured sent shudders of euphoria through her body. Seizing up, she gasped as you gripped her hips, halting any attempts she may have made to resume her grinding.

Slowly, you lined your cock up with her slavering folds. She let out an adorable whimper as you teased and prodded her winking pussy with your tip. You taunted her further by giving her yet another firm slap on the ass, drinking in how it jiggles. Seeing her needy gaze, and unable to resist any longer, you finally began the finale of your experience.

In one, wondrous thrust you threw your hips forward and forced your cock into her depths. A euphoric, pleased squeal met your ears as you slipped your cock deeper inside, pressing your tip against her womb. Her pussy was insanely tight, clenching down onto your cock with ferocity. It only flamed the fires of your passion all the more, as you began to pummel her pussy with lust-driven power unlike anything you had ever felt.

Every intense plunge lurched her body forward, making her ass clap as she made an effort to throw herself back to match your thrusts. Her tits swung beneath her, her ass jiggled every time your bodies met, and her pussy desperately clung to your cock in an effort to keep it inside.

“Y-Yes! Ahn! Make me your mare, Master! I’m your slave! Nnngh! Your cumdump! Cocksleeve! Fucktoy! Fleshlight! Nnngh! Ah! Use me Masteeeeer!”

You felt her marehood convulse and twitch around your cock in her grasp, as a mind blowing orgasm rocked her very being. Her cries of pleasure didn’t end there, as you continued to plow her without any remorse even through her orgasm.

On and on you went, forcing more and more orgasms out of her, adding one on top of the other, until every thrust you gave was met with another burst of bliss from the mare beneath you. Her eyes rolled back, her tongue hung out, and her lewd cries were music to your ears. Her marish juices gushed from her stuffed cunt, trailing down her thighs and staining your groin.

Though she had endured countless orgasms already, you began to reach the brink. As your cock began to flare within her, signifying an oncoming climax, she noticed and cried out.

“Y-Yes, Master! Cum inside me! I-I’m all yours! Fill me! Please! I need it!”

Her plea didn’t go unanswered, as with one last, all out thrust, you forced yourself as deep into her as you possibly could. Your tip kissed her womb, signifying the gift you were about to give her. She threw her head back in a silent scream as the floodgates opened and rope after rope of your seed shot into her depths.

You filled her womb to the brim in an instant, as your seed began to overflow her deepest chambers and coat the walls of her marehood white. Even then, your cum was near endless, as it began to spurt past the seal your cock made on her snatch and gush to the floor below.

You were both shaking intensely, as you each rode out an intense orgasm. It was arguable that these mutual climaxes you were both enduring surpassed any you had experienced before, but your minds were both so lost in the coils of pleasure you couldn’t think properly. Catching your breath, you let go of your grip on her and slowly pulled back. With a pop, you slipped out of her depths. She fell forward, foal batter painting the chair as your cum began to gush out of her snatch. She was breathing heavily, mumbling “thank you, Master” over and over, as she was lost in her afterglow.

You snickered, steadying your breath as you eyed up your work. You couldn’t lie, those goggles were the real deal—the best deal you had ever made in your life at that. Curious however, you walked over to the visor’s box, raising a brow.

“How long do the effects last?” you murmured to yourself, reading over the papers that came with it.

You read over the instructions again, this time thoroughly, all while listening to the adorable moans of the mare you just plowed behind you. Reading it over, you sighed.

”Standard Enslavement Time: 2 hours.”

Saddened but unsurprised, you read further. You never could have expected it to last forever, but even then you could only wish. Moving your eyes down the page, you were about to give up hope, before your eyes went wide and your heart skipped a beat.

”Permanent Enslavement Instructions.”

Your next choice was obvious.

You sat at your desk, shuffling through some paperwork. It had been a day since you used that visor on good, ole Anon Mare. In the midst of going over receipts and contracts, you let out a pleasurable groan, leaning back and looking below your desk. Sitting there, mindlessly blowing your cock, was Anon Mare.

The visor was back on her face, swirls playing as they continued to rewrite her mind. The permanent enslavement instructions were pretty clear. After three hours of constantly being affected by the visor, the effects would be permanent.

She had been wearing them for ten hours now.

No going back for her, not a chance. She was forever going to be your sex slave. Your awful roommate was no more, replaced by a slutty mare that fulfilled your each and every desire. You smiled, watching your slave fulfill her new, permanent purpose in life. You were thankful too, not only for the new change in your life, but at the paper you were currently signing.

It was a receipt for a compatibility potion. One that’d make your seed compatible with a pony so you could knock one up. You moaned, letting out a torrent of cum into your fucktoy’s mouth, watching as she hungrily swallowed it. The next one would go straight into her womb, after all…

You knew just what to do with that potion.

Coming back from a long day of work was always a tiring experience, but nowadays you had something to actually look forward to. Settling down on your couch, you sat back, raised a hand beside your mouth, and called out.

“I’m home! Where’s my favorite cocksleeve~”

As if on cue, the sound of hoofalls met your ears, as Anon Mare swiftly arrived to greet you. Swirls still in her eyes, as they’d be forever, she whirled around, flagged her tail, and began to bounce her flanks for you. “Welcome home, Master!” The sound and sight of her clapping asscheeks brought a smile to your face. “Your slave is ready to serve! Please use me!”

You chuckled, basking in the beauty of your pet. She had shaped up wonderfully. Not only mentally as a slave, but physically now too. That potion you had taken a few months ago had worked absolute wonders, as before you wasn’t the same old Anon Mare he once knew, but instead a beautifully gravid slave that stood in her place. Having properly bred her thanks to the potion’s effects, you had successfully knocked her up a few months ago—and the results so far had been nothing but downright phenomenal.

Your pregnant, needy cumdump’s body had somehow grown even hotter than it was before. With an even fatter ass, thicker thighs, huge, milk-dripping tits, and a round belly too—she had gone from his obnoxious roommate to your devoted broodmare. With your cock straining against your pants, you watched as her eyes lasered in on your groin and she began to drool.

“Would you like your foal factory to ride you, Master?” She twerked harder, milk dripping from her tits and to the floor below. “Or, I could be a good broodmare and suck you off! You can do whatever you want with me! Your slave is eager to serve!”

You walked up to her, caressing her fat ass carefully, almost lovingly. “Not today slut, we have a special guest visiting.” You thought to yourself for a moment, shrugging. “But you can grind that fat ass against my cock for a bit~”

She watched you lay back on the couch, quickly scampering over towards you. You took your pants off swiftly, revealing your cock to her. She quickly hopped onto the couch, getting in position. Eager to fulfill her purpose, she slipped your length between her pillowy flanks, beginning to bounce up and down on your lap.

“Ahhh ~ Master, our foal is coming soon! Your slut’s first baby! Will you fill me with another one, after?”

You nodded, straining with pleasure as she caressed your manhood between her buns. “Of course slave, you’re in order for some congratulations.” You shot her a wink. “After all, your letters to Celestia about how we’re getting along better have worked.”

Anon Mare raised a brow. “Really?! Aaahn~ How so?”

“Well, she seemed quite happy to hear we’ve gotten along so well we’re actually married!” You couldn’t hold back a laugh, one Anon Mare shared with you.

“Well, I am sorta your wife, Master! Just…y’know! Your mindless cocksleeve wife!” She groaned as she ground herself against you harder, eyes fluttering. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way!”

You rolled your eyes. “Not like you had much of a choice~”

“Never wanted one, Master~” she cooed in response.

He shook your head, snickering. You let her have some of her personality back, keeping her a mischievous, snarky mare, but only in a charming way. No longer hostile towards you, and rather the furthest thing opposite to that, she was now your loving partner, broodmare, and friend. The moral view on it all was certainly twisted, one you were sure would be frowned upon by countless others, but regardless you were both happy.

“The good news is that Celestia is coming to visit, to figure out what happened to make us get along so well. She said it could be a vital friendship lesson to share.” You raised a hand, showing off the visor in your grasp. “And I’ve got the perfect way to show her~”

Anon Mare shuddered with delight, beaming over at you. “Ooooh! You’re gonna make the Princess your slut too? That’s amazing! We can both be your fucktoys together!” She waggled her eyebrows, throwing you a smug look. “But I better be your favorite!”

You merely responded by giving her fattened ass a firm smack, allowing a guttural groan to escape her lungs. Grabbing her hips, you motioned for her to turn around. Obeying as she always did, she spun around. Putting your cock back between her flanks, she continued to twerk as she smiled down at you.

“You’ll always be my favorite, slut,” you cooed, caressing her face. “After all,” you gently rubbed her gravid belly, “you are having my first foal~”

She returned the gesture, reaching out and gently brushing your hair. She clapped her asscheeks around your cock harder, as her soft smile quickly morphed to devious intent.

“The first of many, I hope, Master!”

“Endless, slut,” you growled, reaching up and spanking her again. “Anything your former self would hate, I’ll do it endlessly.”

You pulled her down, bringing her into a deep kiss. You felt her milk gushing from her tits, coating your belly as she hastily returned your embrace fully. Your tongues intertwined, as you guided your hands down her sides and towards her ass. Gripping onto her asscheeks, she moaned into your mouth. She was too hot to resist, and, as you began to pull your cock from between her buns and line it up with her snatch, a knock on the door stole your attention.

“Anon? Anon Mare? I’m here to ask you the questions I told you about!”

The regal voice of Princess Celestia was unmistakable. Scrambling to get up, you and Anon Mare both made things look as normal as possible. Getting her off of you, and quickly throwing your pants back on, you both stood up and tried to look as composed as possible.

Begrudgingly eyeing the door, Anon Mare threw you a look. “You owe me a good fuck later…”

You shrugged. “Let's conquer a Princess first, shall we?”

Walking over towards your door, you swung it open. Greeting you was the looming figure of Princess Celestia, the ruler of this entire country. She was a bit taller than you, which said a lot since you towered over most ponies.

“Princess! Welcome! Please come in!”

She bowed in respect, letting herself in. Trotting past you, you shut the door behind her and turned around. As she walked, your jaw nearly dropped. Since she was much bigger than most ponies, it was only a given she’d have bigger assets than most—but seeing them up close was another story.

Her ass jiggled with every step, clapping subtly as she trotted towards your living room. Her tits were massive, bigger than even Anon Mare’s—and she was pregnant! Her thighs were bigger than your head, and between every step they helped make you could eye her nethers between her bouncing flanks.

“You’ve turned this house into a lovely home!” Celestia remarked, surveying the room. She sniffed the air, the minty scent of Anon Mare’s lust flooding into her sinuses. Blushing, she cleared her throat. “A-And what a peculiar, yet enticing, scent! Do tell me your candle maker when you have the chance!”

Lost in the view of her ass, you had to fight to tear your attention away from it. “Why thank you Princess! My darling and I have been working hard to make it welcoming.”

“Speaking of, where is the mother-to-be? I’m oh so very glad she’s adjusted to life as a mare, I was worried she’d never be comfortable in her own coat,” Celestia asked, turning to face you.

“Right here!” Anon Mare chirped, peeking out from behind the couch. Trotting over towards the two of you, she beamed. “It’s nice to see you, Princess!”

Celestia eyed her up and down, smiling. “My my, Anon Mare! You look lovely!” She gave a gentle bow, one which Anon Mare returned. “You’re sure to make a lovely mother!” She perked up, looking between you and your partner. “Which brings me to my main question. What made you two get along so well? Last I checked Anon Mare had sent me a letter complaining about you, Anon, and the next thing I knew, she sent me a letter telling me she was pregnant with your foal!”

“It’s a long story, but rather than tell you, why don’t I show you?” you replied, ushering her over towards your dining room table.

Celestia followed you, with Anon Mare tailing right at her side. “Oh? Show? What exactly do you mean by that?”

You tapped the table. “First, could you prop yourself on the table? Trust me, it’ll all make sense in a moment.”

Hesitant, Celestia rose up on her hind legs. You quickly eyed her massive rack for the brief moment you could, before she laid her torso and forelegs on top of the table. Now essentially bent over on it, she raised a brow once again, utterly confused.

“Well…I did it. What does this have to -“

“Okay, now here’s the fun part!” You presented the visor to her, waving it before her. “This little thing will show you exactly how things played out! A living recap of true friendship and love blossoming!”

Celestia tilted her head, unconvinced. “And why do I have to…be like this on the table?”

“The reception here’s pretty bad,” you lied, knowing even your own excuse was a poor one. “Anon Mare and I found that if you lay juuust like that on the table the reception is pretty decent.” You trotted beside her, presenting the visor to her. “May I?”

Celestia nodded, letting you begin setting the visor onto her head. “I’m just not following all this, but if it’ll show me how you two fixed a friendship to such an extent, I’ll play along.” With the visor now strapped to her face, her ear flicked. “I’m sure Twilight would love to hear - nnnngh?!”

Before she could finish her sentence, you turned the visor on, immediately beginning to assault her mind with its effects. You weren’t hesitant to act, instantly slapping her ass the second you started the device. You drank in the way her flank rippled as you watched her writhe in place, desperately fending off the visor’s dark techniques.

“W-What is the meaning of this! Anon! How dare…how dare…you…” Her voice trailed off, as you pressed the appropriate buttons to put the visor’s effects at their maximum output. “C-Can’t…think…”

You smacked her ass again, this time earning a moan from the sun princess. Another, and you got another groan out of her. Knowing she was now royally, no pun intended, screwed, you began to have another rush like when you brainwashed Anon Mare.

“You see Princess, I actually mind controlled Anon Mare into being my loyal cocksleeve, slave, and wife,” you taunted, striking the Princess’ flank again. “Which is exactly what I’ll be doing to you!”

“Cocksleeve…slave…wife…for Master…” Celestia mumbled, her tail beginning to flag.

You walked behind her, grabbing her asscheeks. Spreading them apart, you caught sight of Celestia’s now winking, and slavering, marehood. A sweet vanilla scent met your nostrils as her lust began to fill the air, and a wide smile spread itself across your countenance.

“And with so much time with the visor, I found a way to make it work near instantly on any pony I want and turn them into my fucktoy,” you furthered, breathing in more of the Princess’ scent. “Which means your mind never stood a chance, slut.”

“Fucktoy…slut…for you…” Celestia groaned.

You nodded. “Yes, for me. I adjusted the commands in the visor to program you the same way I programmed Anon Mare.”

“Was I really like this?” Anon Mare asked, looking on at the scene with wonder.

“Yes, except you were much more resistant. Thankfully, I learned how to make the visor far more potent. Which means a bitch like even Celestia stands no chance,” you answered.

“Bitch…your…bitch,” Celestia groaned.

You had mastered the visor, and knew by now Celestia was all yours. Countless nights testing things on Anon Mare were about to finally pay off.

“Celestia, cum and surrender your will to me,” you commanded.

With your mere words, Celestia’s wings spread out at her sides, her tail flagged itself fully, magic surged in her horn, and she threw her head back in bliss.

“Yeeeessssh Master!!!!”

An evil grin grew upon your face as you watched Celestia go through a literally life changing orgasm. Magic sputtered out of her horn as her lust gushed from her cunt, wings helplessly flapping at her sides as she climaxed every drop of her free will away. You felt a despicable rush run through your veins as you watched the ruler of all of Equestria crumble before your very eyes. It was so fast, so instant, and so easy it was nearly laughable, but all you could think of was how you were going to make the Princess Celestia your broodmare.

Unbuckling your pants once again, with Celestia in such a fuckable position, you threw your pants down and freed your cock from its confines. Watching as she began to settle down from her orgasm, you slapped your cock between her massive asscheeks. It was a snug fit, nearly entirely enveloped by the size of her pillowy flanks. Sweat ran down her form, adding a sheen that brought attention to her impressive derriere. Knowing her mind had already been rewritten, you smacked her ass once more and gave her her first command.

“Slave, put that flank to use.”

She complied immediately, beginning to clap her ass around your length. Her flanks rippled with every thrust back she made, clapping her asscheeks together around your cock and giving you the assjob of your dreams. The ruler of Equestria, a beacon of regality, power, and hope for all of Equestria, was now obediently twerking on your cock. From being a foreign alien in this world, to having an essential god as your pet. It was a euphoric dream, and an amazing reality.

You watched as Celestia mindlessly ground herself against you, drinking in the phenomenal view of her ass. Though, it could get bigger, as well as her tits, and all it took was one simple agreement.

“So, Celestia. You’ll be my bitch from now on. Why don’t we make a royal heir?” You watched as Anon Mare licked her lips at your side, clearly excited for what you were about to say next. “Ready to be bred, my royal little broodmare?”

Celestia summoned magic in her horn, slowly levitating the visor off her face. Her eyes were closed, as she smiled softly. Placing the device to the side, her eyes fluttered open, revealing the hearts that shimmered within them. She twerked harder, her juices coating your cock as you slid against her nethers.

“Anything for you, Master~”