Kinktober 2024 Anthology

The tall zebra, Heart’s Desire, sits upon the golden throne of Equestria, naked as can be with his cock hanging free from his sheath. A soft pink mist flows around the throne from the newly erected statue behind him. The tall marble sculpture shows the four princesses duplicated before him as he holds a large pink gem high in the air which exudes the soft pink mist that lingers near the floor of the room.

Before him now are the four princesses, each naked with their hands bound behind their backs and their asses in the air. None of them look happy to be in this position as the pink mist swirls around them. Despite the intense lust that the mist causes in them, Celestia and Luna seem resolved. Of course, the extremely powerful inhibitor rings around their horns prevent them from taking any action against Heart.

Gathered behind them is an array of naked ponies, zebras, griffons and more, all of whom are in various states of arousal, some even openly fondling each other. Front and center of the crowd is another set of ponies, each trapped within a pillory with their asses pointed towards the crowd. The rest of the former elements of harmony. Heart admires the crowd for a few moments longer before rising from his throne, silencing any chatter and moans.

“My subjects, thank you for coming today.” Heart projects his voice as he walks to the edge of the steps that lead to the throne. “A week ago today I took my place on the throne of Equestria, becoming the first king to rule these lands in a very long time.”

A cheer rises from the crowd accompanied by clapping and a few moans.

“In this week we have turned this once prudish and prideful land into a paradise, all are welcome within Equestria now, and no longer are sexual desires to be repressed!”

Once more a cheer rises from the crowd, this time with several more moans as ponies, zebras and griffons alike begin to grope and tease each other.

“Now, today is a special day. Today, I brand the former princesses as my personal slaves and broodmares.” Heart gestures for a set of his personal guards to wheel out a mobile fire basin, in which sits a branding iron. “They will forever serve my family as broodmares and sex slaves, and to mark them, I will brand over their cutie marks with my own glyph mark.”

As he descends the stairs his cock swings in front of him, hardening with every step. His captives lay helpless before him, unable to speak but able to scream and make noises of protest.

“As you can hear, I have stolen their voices but not their ability to make noise.” Heart chuckles, coming to a stop in front of them. “Quiet! It’s time to begin.”

Heart’s command silences the crowd who watch with rapt attention as he pulls the branding iron from the fire. Shaped exactly like his own dripping heart glyph mark, the iron glows a deep red, ready to be used on his waiting victims. Walking behind the ex-princesses he admires their asses, eventually stopping behind Celestia.

He brings the iron close to her ass letting her feel the heat of it right above her precious sun cutie mark before pressing it against her. Her reaction is surprisingly controlled, she tries to flinch away from the pain, unable to thanks to her bindings, and grunts as her fur is burned away and her flesh is seared by the hot iron. Heart pulls the iron away and admires his work. His mark permanently burned into her, her own sun cutie mark destroyed. He quickly moves the burning iron around to her other cutie mark, searing his own over top of it, forever marking her as his property, before taking the iron back to the fire to heat back up.

The crowd cheers and moans once more, though clearly there are more moans than cheers this time which brings a big smile to Heart’s face. His own cock drools precum onto the plush red carpet as he pulls the iron from the fire once more. Walking back down the line of alicorns he stops behind Luna this time. She stays resolute as he presses the glowing red brand against her cutie mark. Not even making a sound as he burns away her identity, a truly impressive feat in his eyes.

“You’re going to bear me the most powerful heir, Luna.” He declares loudly to her before returning the brand to the fire to heat back up again. Turning to address the crowd again. “If you wish, you may slake your desires with the former elements of harmony.”

A few of the crowd, including a rather well endowed zebra take him up on that offer. Cries of protest, and in Dash’s case, pain come from the ex-bearers as they’re used as pleasure toys. The well endowed zebra railing Dash and making her scream in pain.

Heart smirks, watching them for a moment or three before pulling the branding iron from the fire and walking behind Cadance. Unlike Celestia’s cries of pain and Luna’s stoic silence, Cadance moans as the branding iron is pressed against her mark, her marehood dripping onto the carpet. Despite the unexpected reaction, Heart smiles, holding the iron there just a little longer than needed before moving it to her other mark. As he destroys her other cutie mark she cries out twice as loud, her pussy spraying juices across the red carpet in several bursts.

“I look forward to doing all kinds of kinky shit with you, Slut~” Heart says when he finally pulls the brand away. Before he returns the brand he pauses, reaching down to collect some of her juices on his fingers, licking them clean as he waits for the brand to reheat.

As he pulls the iron from the fire one last time, his eyes focus on Twilight. She squirms in her bindings unable to escape but desperately trying to. As he walks up to her with the glowing red iron she quakes in terror. No amount of pleading looks or struggling with save her from the impending branding. Heart presses the brand to her cutie mark, and her reaction is instant. She screams and writhes in pain as her most precious mark is burned away. Something shiny catches Heart’s eye, drawing his attention to her marehood as she wets herself from the pain, her piss soaking the carpet under her. Unbothered by her sudden loss of control of her bladder he moves around to her other mark, searing it off all the same.

After returning the brand to the fire he leashes up the princesses and all but drags them up to the throne. “Behold, your former princesses, branded and mine! Let this mark the beginning of the Festival of Lust, enjoy yourselves!”