Chapter 1: Getting What You Came For
Leaning back in your bed, you sighed with satisfaction. The last few months had been entirely different from what you were used to, but to say you weren’t happy would be a blatant, bold-faced lie. The events going on in your life as of late were thrilling, new, but most notably—pleasurable. Glancing to your sides, jolts of said pleasure ran through your body, as you reached out and squeezed the two soft, fat asses beside you.
One belonged to your former roommate turned sex slave, Anon Mare, and the other to the ruler of Equestria herself, Celestia. Both mares were dutifully worshiping your nethers, taking turns rotating between your manhood and nuts. The fruits you now indulged yourself in were, in truth, the stuff of dreams. Yet, thanks to your lucky purchase, your dreams were now easily becoming reality.
You knew exactly what put them in this state, and had been scheming ever since. The hypnotic visor you had acquired some time ago had worked wonders, and it had endless more potential. First, you had tested it out on your roommate, and before long she had become your obedient, broodmare wife. Perhaps your second acquisition was testing the limit, but thanks to some modifications to the visor you had made, Celestia soon followed in Anon Mare’s hoofsteps.
They both had come along wonderfully. Anon Mare’s gravid state was a portion further along than Celestia’s, but the Princess of Equestria wasn’t all too far behind. Both had gotten wider hips, heavier tits, fatter asses, and notable baby bumps—much to your glee. You did have to thank Zecora for the potions she had unknowingly made to assist in fully claiming your conquests’ wombs, but perhaps you’d pay her back by adding her to your collection some day.
Giving both your slaves firm smacks on their flanks, you shuddered with delight as they moaned around your delicates. Their rumps rippled from the blow, as you gripped their pillowy flesh, spreading their asscheeks to eye the treasures that lay between. A slow trickle of cum leaked from their winking pussies and tight ponuts, a delicious reminder of the thorough rutting you had given them just moments earlier.
Pulling her lips away from your nuts, Celestia gasped. “All cleaned up, Master!”
“Gah! Same here, darling~” Anon Mare followed, pulling back from the deepthroat she was giving you.
The two looked back at you with utter obedience in their eyes. They’d been entirely under your control for a few months now, and you were fully confident in the visor’s hypnosis being truly permanent. Groping their asses further, you smiled down at them.
“Did you two sluts enjoy your meal?”
Licking her lips, Celestia nodded. “Absolutely, Master! Better than even the best cakes Canterlot could offer!”
“Heh, you know the answer already,” Anon Mare teased, shooting you a wink.
The two pressed their asses against your hands, biting their lips as they took in the joy of their Master’s touch. To think, these two were once vastly different. One was once a bitchy roommate and the other a regal ruler—now both complete sluts in your presence.
“Celestia, has your sister stopped questioning our newfound relationship?” you asked, smacking her flank.
Shuddering with delight, she nodded. “It took plenty of convincing, being she knew how adamant I was about remaining without a partner, but she eventually understood.” She wiggled her hips, giggling. “Of course, my former self did want to wait on a lover, but you changed that, Master~”
“The news that you joined a herd and got knocked up by Master has definitely been causing a stir lately,” Anon Mare grumbled, eyeing Celestia. “Ponies used to stare at him and I plenty before, but with you around it’s even worse!”
“You're both objects of my pleasure, it’s fine if they stare,” you teased, striking Anon Mare’s rump now. “Celestia, your sister agreed to not dwell into any of our dreams either, yes?”
Celestia nodded.
“Good! That’ll make whenever I enslave her too much easier.” You eyed the visor as it rested on a nearby table. “But now…why don’t we focus on the two mares I spoke to you about~”
“Why in Equestria would Celestia ask for a meeting during training hours…”
Grumbling to herself, Spitfire trotted through the hallways of Wonderbolt HQ. It was the busiest time of year for the team, and practices were constant and intense. For Celestia to demand a private discussion in the middle of the day, it could only be something major.
Still, something felt off—especially with Celestia. Hearing she had gotten into a relationship with that Anon guy had been perplexing enough, add in the fact that it was a herd and it became mind boggling. Though the most absurd thing was the fact that the Princess of Equestria had been knocked up—by a creature from another world!
Ever since then, she had been a touch neglectful of her duties as a Princess. Often spending too much time with her lover, she’d left much of the responsibility to Luna—which made this sudden meeting all the more odd. If it was something that pulled her away from her new stud, then Spitfire could only assume it was certainly major.
Reaching her office, she took a deep breath and stepped inside. Greeting her was Celestia herself, but spotting you and Anon Mare there beside her was more surprising. She expected Celestia of course, but you and Anon Mare were certainly unexpected.
“Oh!” she yelped, making eye contact with you. Shaking her head, she glanced at Princess Celestia and bowed. “Princess, how may I be of service?”
“No need for formalities, Captain,” Celestia chided, waving a hoof dismissively.
Spitfire raised a brow, snickering. “Well if that’s the case, just ‘Spitfire’ works, Princess.”
Celestia nodded. “Well then, Spitfire, I’d like you to meet Anon!” She gestured towards you, before smiling back at Spitfire. “And of course, my other partner, Anon Mare.”
Casually waving a hoof, Anon Mare followed. “Sup.”
You waved, beaming at the Wonderbolt Captain. “It’s amazing to meet you! I’ve been a fan for ages!”
“Oh…uh…thank you!” Spitfire replied, trying to piece together the situation. “It’s lovely to meet you both.” She tensed, thinking to herself. “Pardon me if this is rude in any way, but…is there a reason you two are here?”
Celestia, raised a brow. “Is it wrong for me to bring my mate and fellow herd member with me to my work?”
Anon Mare stepped forward and grimaced. “Yeah! The heck? What’s it to you! We can be here if we - mmmph?!”
You quickly covered your partner’s snarky response, chuckling awkwardly. “Do excuse her. She’s got a bit of a mouth on her.” Eyeing Anon Mare closely, she rolled her eyes as you pulled your hand away. “But to explain, beyond merely accompanying Celestia, we’ve got an assignment for you.”
Spitfire began to trot closer to you three. “Oh? Well, you have my attention. What is it?”
Slam!
As the door was slammed shut behind her with Celestia’s magic, Spitfire whirled around towards it in shock. “What was that for! You could’ve taken the entire door off with that much - wha?!”
Before she could finish speaking, Celestia slammed the visor onto her face. Instantly, she turned it on, catching Spitfire off guard as the hypnotic effects began. She stumbled backwards, mumbling nonsensically as her bewildered mind was thrown for a loop.
“It’s a simple assignment, really~” you cooed.
“Become Master’s broodmare, wife, and slave,” Celestia and Anon Mare followed in sync.
Anon Mare giggled. “Nailed the timing!”
“I still find your insistence on playing this entire thing up rather silly,” you replied, smirking as you couldn’t ignore how adorable her excitement was. “But yes, Anon Mare is correct. Spitfire, you will be joining these two as one of my sluts.”
Stumbling backwards, intensely resisting the visor, Spitfire grimaced. “W-What!? Get this - nnngh - thing off me!”
“Hmmm…by this point I had already become your slave when you used it on me,” Celestia observed, narrowing her gaze.
You shrugged. “Yeah, but I think it’s more fun when they resist. I lowered its intensity so we could have some fun. I couldn’t with you, since you were way too powerful to take any risks with.” You began to walk towards Spitfire. “But the ole captain here…we can mess with~”
Glaring at you through the visor, Spitfire barred her teeth. “L-Like Tartarus you’ll do that to me!” She lunged at you, forcing you to step back. “Once I break out of this…this thing! I’ll fix w-whatever you did to Celestia and t-that other mare!”
“Hard to act tough when your tail’s already starting to flag, slut,” you sneered, pointing a finger towards her flank.
Glancing back, Spitfire blushed, shaking her head intensely. “I…I’m not doing that! This stupid - aaahn - thing is making me!”
“Because you feel the pleasure, don’t you?~” Celestia cooed. “I do envy you. I wish our Master let me have a bit of time to resist. I’m sure it’d have made the first moment of my new life all the better~”
Spitfire stomped the ground, blowing hot air out of her nostrils. “He is not our Master!” She reached up, desperately trying to pull the headset off. “Nngh! Why can’t I take this off!”
“Heh, nice try! I attempted the same thing, but that thing ain’t coming off till you’re an obedient whore like us!” Anon Mare taunted, sticking her tongue out. “Just give in and let it happen. You’ll be glad you did~”
Spitfire continued to thrash around, her thoughts growing foggy as her vision filled with more of the visor’s hypnotic effects. The world grew dull, as the trance it was putting her in grew more and more intense. Constant mantras telling her to submit played in her mind, a constant, unrelenting push for total submission.
As her willpower crumbled more and more, she thrashed around less. Standing in place, she merely shook her head, all while her tail was flagged high above her rump. Her defiance hadn’t been toppled, but physically struggling wasn’t an option anymore. She had to focus on keeping her mental fortitude together—but you had plans to make that impossible.
Coming up beside her, you drank in her figure. Her Wonderbolts uniform hugged her body, letting you drink in her every inch. Her flanks were tone, surely littered with muscle underneath, and were far smaller than your current two slaves.
“Rather muscular flank, huh? I must admit, I do prefer fatter asses,” you remarked, raising a hand and smacking Spitfire’s rump.
She groaned with delight, gritting her teeth soon after as she snarled at you. “Buck off!”
“I can fix that about her, Master,” Celestia cooed, shimmering magic into her horn. “I’ve got the perfect spell to give her a perfect body to fit the slut she’ll become.”
You raised a brow at the remark, leaning down. Spitfire was all too occupied focusing her mind to resist you touching her, as you nonchalantly spread her hind legs. Her uniform hugged her nethers, outlining her pristine ponut, and you could even see her marehood winking underneath the getup. Though, you drew your attention to her tits.
As you expected, her teats were much smaller than Celestia and Anon Mare’s. A perky set, you could see her arousal growing, as her nipples were noticeable from even underneath her uniform. Reaching out, you teased one of her aroused bosoms, earning yet another moan from her.
“And you can adjust these adorable things too?”
“S-shut up!” Spitfire growled.
Celestia nodded. “Of course~ She’ll need a rack worthy of one of your broodmares!”
“Princess! Snap o-out of it! He’s c-controlling - hnnng - you! Don’t let him do this!” Spitfire pleaded.
Another smack on the flank made Spitfire yelp, but the strike was not from you this time, but rather Celestia’s magic.
“I want him to control me, Captain,” Celestia cooed. “I live to serve him and follow his orders. There’s no ‘snapping out of it’.” She glared down at the pegasus. “Why? Because it’s impossible. That visor made me his slave permanently. Even if I could somehow go back to normal, I’d never want to. This is my true purpose.”
Spitfire’s jaw dropped. “Y-You’re kidding…” The shock she felt lowered her defenses enough to allow a surge of the visor’s power to flow into her. “Agh! C-Can’t think…”
“That’s the best part!” Anon Mare cooed. “We don’t have to think anymore! We know our purposes, and he does all the hard decision making for us!” She caressed her gravid belly, beaming. “We exist to worship his cock, carry his foals, and be the best wives possible! Whatever stupid dreams and goals you have don’t matter, only worshiping Master has real purpose!”
Spitfire shook her head violently, doing her best to deny and defy Anon Mare’s words.”I won’t serve, M-Mas - agh!.”
Eyeing Spitfire’s uniform, an idea dawned on you. Coming up behind her, you gripped the fabric of her suit. With a fair volume of effort, you pulled two ends of it apart. An audible tearing sound echoed through the room, as you shredded the backside of her Wonderbolts getup apart.
Revealed to you was a wondrous sight. You could see her muscular, sweaty flanks, tone and trained to perfection. A wave of her musky aroma hit your senses—rich and spicy, with a subtle sweetness mixed in. But it was her nethers that truly held your gaze. Her pristine ponut, wet and twitching, glistened enticingly, ready and waiting. Below, her marehood winked eagerly, slick with desire, its juices flowing like a fountain. The sight alone was enough to send a surge of arousal through you, your cock hardening almost instantly as you drank it in.
“You’ll serve, and there’s one way to guarantee it,” you remarked, striking her ass again.
Standing up, you undid your pants, an act that Anon Mare and Celestia drooled at. The two eagerly awaited the unveiling of your cock—the very thing they lived to serve.Lining your cock up, you prodded her cunt, taunting her depths and earning an enthusiastic wink from her in response.
She was too focused on resisting the mental assault the visor was giving her to fight back, easily allowing you to drape yourself over her. Caressing her cheek, you whispered in her ear.
“Ready to give in?~”
She winced, struggling to speak. “G-Get off m-me you - NNNGH!”
Spitfire’s rebuttal was silenced as you plunged your cock into her depths. Her walls immediately clung to every inch you offered them, greedily massaging your length with a bestial desire behind them. Spitfire shuddered intensely beneath you, her fortitude taking a massive blow from the pleasure—yet you didn’t relent.
You began to pound into her, her wondrous scent filling her sinuses as her tone rump barely bounced each time you slammed into her. Her walls clenched down each time you entered her, releasing their vice-like grip whenever you’d pull back, only to repeat the motions again once you slammed in again. Her body lurched forward, her words became senseless babble, and you knew she was on the cusp of breaking.
“S-So…haaa~ So…g-good…”
“Exactly, dear!~” Celestia cooed, caressing Spitfire’s face. “Just give in! Become his broodmare like us! All the stress will fade away for the sea of pleasure you’ll forever be in!”
Obey. Submit. Breed.
Those words were all Spitfire’s mind could think of, the visor consuming her every last thought.
“C-Can’t…give…in…”
That’s all Spitfire could mumble, thrown into the abyss of delight the visor and your cock were giving her.
Anon Mare nudged Celestia playfully. “Give her that surprise you whipped up a few weeks ago!”
“Oooh~ Lovely idea!” With magic flowing in her horn, Celestia summoned a collar. “This’ll do the trick! Once you break, the collar will guarantee that our Master will have knocked you up, and also seal your free will for good!” She giggled. “Of course, the visor can make things permanent on its own, like it did for me, but Master found this more fun!”
You shrugged. “I’m a sucker for collars, what can I say?~”
Celestia giggled in response, levitating the collar over towards Spitfire. As it snapped around the pegasus’ neck, she shuddered intensely, gasping with delight.
“Oh, it also elevates pleasure. Though, it certainly doesn’t look like you’re complaining!” the princess teased.
You struck Spitfire’s flank, knowing she was on the cusp of submission. Your motions intensified, the routine sound of your bodies meeting echoing through the room—only drowned out by her intensifying moans.
Obey. Submit. Breed.
Over and over, without end, those words played in Spitfire’s mind. Her tongue lolled out, her eyes fluttered, and her body began to tense up—she was at her limit.
“I - nnngh - want to…”
“Serve?” Anon Mare hummed, placing a kiss on Spitfire’s cheek. “That’s the idea! Go ahead and empty that mind~”
“I need…haaaa…to…nnngh…”
“Submit?” Celestia followed, giggling. “Go on and do it. Endless bliss awaits!”
You pumped into her harder and harder, your balls beginning to ache as your climax was moments away.
“I…want…M-Mas…no…nnngh…b-breed…”
A wicked smile spread across your face, as you pulled back almost entirely. “Breed?~” You held your position, merely your tip in her depths. “With pleasure.”
With those final words, you slammed into her entirely, finally letting loose the ultimate weapon against her mind. Your balls hiked, as ropes of seed began to escape your cock. Rich, fertile cum flooded Spitfire’s depths, overwhelming her womb with ease. Any chance she had to avoid being knocked up had died, as the collar around her neck shimmered with color and guaranteed she’d be carrying a foal.
But the bigger thing was what came next. As the first rope of cum settled within her depths, Spitfire threw her head back and released a blissful howl beyond your wildest dreams. Her marehood gushed with lust, her entire body spasming as her will’s erasure was accompanied by a literally life-changing orgasm.
Every spasm stripped away her defiance, replacing it with an instinctual servitude, an unbreakable obedience, and an insatiable need to be bred. Her thoughts, once her own, were now entirely yours to command, her mind reshaped into one of total devotion. A blissful, vacant smile spread across her face as she was reborn in pleasure, her spirit bending and breaking under the weight of the orgasm that sealed her new fate.
She rode out the remainder of her orgasm, grinding her ass against your crotch as she greedily took every last drop you could afford. You filled her depths, seed gushing out of her pussy as she began to throw herself back into you, fucking herself with reckless abandon. She went on and on, howling with delight as she voiced her new outlook on life.
“Yes, Master! Breed me! I’m yours! Your bitch! Your slut! Your cumdump! Make me pregnant! Claim my womb!"
Her words echoed in your ears as you finally finished unloading in her, a healthy stream of cum gushing past the seal your cock made on your snatch as she too finally began to calm.
”I’m no Wonderbolt, I’m just your slave!”
The two of you stood still, joined together still as you both panted heavily. One of you riding the thrill of a new slave, the other riding the joy of a new life.
“Haaa…now that was hot!” Celestia moaned, lightly rubbing her snatch with her magic.
Beside the Princess, Anon Mare had already been fully indulging herself. Leaning back, furiously rubbing herself, she snickered. “Huff~ Fuck yeah it was!”
Wiping sweat off your brow, you slowly began to pull out of Spitfire. She trembled as you began to leave her, her walls craving more as they tried to keep you locked inside, but alas you left her yearning as you slipped out of her. As you’d expected, cum began to pool out of her pussy, forming a delightful puddle beneath her.
Like vultures, Celestia and Anon Mare lunged forward, greedily beginning to lap up the excess cum that was escaping your newest slave. To see your former roommate and the literal Princess of Equestria stooping so low just to sample your cum set alight a spark of joy within you, but as lovely as the sight was, you had another priority.
Tapping Spitfire’s rump, watching the visor slip off her face, you caught your breath and spoke. “So…feeling better?”
She panted, weakly glancing back at you, swirls in her eyes and hearts flooding her pupils. “Absolutely, Master.”
“I’ll have Celestia clean up your look. The whole ‘swirls in eyes’ thing is a bit of a dead giveaway that you’re my fucktoy, ain’t it?” You rubbed your chin, patting your slave’s rump again and earning a groan from her. “But you and I will have lots of fun~”
Spitfire playfully waggled her hips, letting you feel up her tone derrière. “I’d like nothing more, Master! Thank you for the foals, and thank you for making me your slut!”
“Good girl, you changed up right quick!” You eyed the clock, smirking. “Though I do have a question.”
Pulling herself together, biting her lip as Celestia dove her muzzle into her cunt to lap up more cum, Spitfire choked out a response. “Y-Yes, Master?”
“When does Rainbow Dash visit the facility?”
“She - haaaa~” Spitfire’s words trailed off as Anon Mare pushed Celestia out of the way to dig into the pegasus’ cunt next. “S-She arrives tonight, for night p-practice. Around e-eight!”
Eyeing the clock, seeing you had quite a while till then, you drank in the sight of your three slaves. “Guess we can have some fun with all this time to kill.”
“Yes, Master! Use me like a bitch! I’m not royalty, I’m just a pathetic cocksleeve!”
Celestia screamed with delight as you plowed her over Spitfire’s desk, her fat ass clapping every time you pounded into her. Her cheeks were red from being smacked by you over and over again, as her ponut leaked cum onto your groin. Her marehood gripped you fiercely, savoring every thrust you blessed it with.
“Heh…pretty hot seeing Celestia like that,” Spitfire mumbled.
Cum leaked out of both the mare’s holes, having had her mouth, ponut, and pussy filled with cum a dozen times over in the last few hours. She had turned into a perfect slave, one that took cock with joy and accepted her new life.
Leaning back in Spitfire’s chair, Anon Mare motioned to her own cum-filled holes. “Yup! Good thing she put up the sound-suppression spell on this room before Master railed you. Now, get back to licking, slut~”
“Tch, that’s how things are gonna be?” Spitfire teased, sticking her tongue out at Anon Mare. “Aren’t we equal?”
Anon Mare rolled her eyes. “Oh please! Just because you’re one of his wives now, doesn’t mean you get top pickings! I was his first slave, which means I get seniority!”
“Dunno...~ Once Celestia gets rid of this muscle and makes my ass real juicy and my tits perfectly plump, I think he’ll like me more~” Spitfire taunted.
“Less chatty, more lappy, slut,” Anon Mare grumbled, shoving Spitfire’s muzzle into her snatch.
“Yes! Fill me! My womb is yours! My mind is yours! I’m your pet! Your bitch! Yessssshhhhh!”
Celestia’s delighted screams filled the room as you unloaded yet another stream of cum into her. Most of it gushed out of her marehood, her depths having already been flooded after the last five times you had came in them—but it still never grew old. Spanking her massive ass, you watched it ripple as you pulled out of her.
She gasped and shuddered as you exited her, collapsing forward with a look of joy on her face. She twitched helplessly, fucked senseless by you for the twelfth time today—a similar state your two other slaves had been in earlier when it was their turn.
“Alright, sluts.” You eyed the clock, eight drawing ever closer. “Line up along the desk, make those asses move!”
The three obeyed, Celestia taking a few moments longer as she gathered her bearings. Bending over the desk, Anon Mare took up the left side, Spitfire took the middle, and Celestia occupied the right respectively. All three raised their rumps, flagged their tails, flaunted off their cum-filled holes, and then immediately got to work.
Anon Mare’s asscheeks clapped beautifully, her gravid state making her rump a bit more plump—an advancement she used to her advantage. She showed off the size of her flank, letting it ripple and jiggle wondrously.
Celestia however had even her beat. The Princess’ ass had been fat even before her pregnancy, and now her derrière was unbeatable. Each motion of her hips made her flanks bounce, the sound of them clapping echoing through the room.
Spitfire struggled in comparison to the two. Her muscular flanks barely bounced, and they certainly weren’t plump enough to clap like the other two. Even still, she made up for it with speed, shaking her ass a fair bit faster than the other two.
“Don’t worry, Captain~” Anon Mare cooed, winking at Spitfire. “Celestia will change you plenty, then you’ll be able to have the perfect body for Master.” She snickered. “But I’ll still be his favorite!”
Spitfire gnawed her lip, focused on flaunting her rump for her Master. “How so?”
“You already know I can make your tits and flank bigger with a spell,” Celestia softly spoke, her voice a bit shaky from the rutting she just received. “But Master has also requested I use a spell to accelerate your pregnancy a bit! A quick blast of magic and you’ll be looking gravid in no time!”
Spitfire smirked, beaming with delight. “Oh? That sounds amazing…”
“You’ve been such a devoted captain all these years, Spitfire,” Celestia followed, shooting her a wink. “It’s only fair I ensure your retirement is perfect~”
“As much as I’d love to see our newest member in such a state,” you joined, motioning towards the clock. “We’re on a time limit here. We can prep her after we handle our guest~”
Rolling her eyes, Celestia stuck her tongue out at you. “You’re no fun, Master!” With magic surging in her horn, you watched as herself, Anon Mare, and Spitfire were all cleaned up in seconds. With a satisfying pop, all the seed flooding their depths and the stains on the floor and desk vanished. “There you go, all cleaned up~”
“Hey!” Anon Mare exclaimed, eyeing her cum-deprived snatch. “I was enjoying having his cum in there y’know!”
“Oh please,” Celestia remarked, leaning down to stare Anon Mare down. “You and I both know he’s going to fuck you senseless the second we’re done here. We’ll get a nice second serving of delight…”
Stretching out her legs, Spitfire winced. “More like tenth after everything he did to us before. You couldn’t have gotten rid of the aching?” She pouted her lip, rubbing her snatch. “Or the heat...”
“You’ve only been enslaved recently, Captain,” Celestia answered. “It’s a given you wouldn’t be able to last long without Master’s seed.” She giggled. “You’ll get used to it, but use that need to drive you to satisfy his desires for now~”
Knock! Knock!
“Hello? Captain Spitfire? It’s Rainbow Dash! You wanted to see me?”
The four of you in the room jumped at the raspy voice behind the door, all scrambling to set up. Celestia hastily cast an invisibility spell on you, Anon Mare, and herself, whilst also ensuring Spitfire looked as normal as possible. The swirls and hearts would eventually naturally fade from her eyes, but it’d take a few more hours. Masking the pegasus’ enthralled state, she stood beside you and Anon Mare, all of you concealed in the bubble of invisibility she’d cast.
“You know the plan, right?” you whispered.
Waving a hoof dismissively, Spitfire held up the visor. “Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you rut me for doing this for you.” She threw on her Captain’s uniform, grumbling. “I get first dibs on your cock.”
“You sure have a knack for enslaving fiery mares,” Celestia remarked, nudging you playfully. “You’re lucky I’m so well-behaved.” She eyed Anon Mare and Spitfire. “At least in comparison…”
Anon Mare glared at her. “Hey your royal Sluttiness—shut it.”
You and Celestia shared a muffled giggle, as you watched Spitfire trot towards her office’s door. You could tell she was struggling to keep her tail down, watching as it flicked every few seconds, revealing her drooling lower lips each time.
You had to wonder the amount of discipline and self-control she was using to keep herself together, and the notion that she’d be helping you enslave another mare likely wasn’t making it easier for her.
Cracking the door open, Spitfire threw on a smile. “Rainbow Dash! Come on in!”
“Sure thing,” Rainbow replied, trotting into the room. Pausing for a moment, a blush crept into her eyes as she sniffed at the air. “Y-You uh…get a new candle or something?”
Eyeing the pegasus’ twitching tail, Spitfire held back a smirk and trotted past her. “Yes I did! A gift from Celestia, actually.”
“H-Huh,” Rainbow mumbled. “Smells…nice.”
“I appreciate the compliment, Rainbow, but that’s not why you’re here,” Spitfire replied, sitting down at her desk.
You let your eyes roam over Rainbow Dash, a thrill coursing through you as the snug uniform showcased her every feature. The fabric, stretched taut, seemed almost painted on, tracing the contours of her firm, athletic body. Her flanks, smooth and tone, shifted slightly as she moved, the muscles beneath rippling with a grace that hinted at her power and speed. Her legs, long and sculpted, held a poised tension, a promise of the energy she was always ready to unleash.
The suit revealed more than it concealed. The subtle, almost imperceptible lines traced down her curves, hinting at the softness hidden beneath her strength. The faint indent of her ponut pressed against the fabric, while below, the delicate outline of her marehood was visible, barely contained by the tight material. Even each breath she took made the fabric shift, as if the suit itself was an invitation, waiting to be unwrapped.
Moving closer to the desk, Rainbow stood at attention before her, saluting soon after. “Of course, Captain! What is it that you need? A pony in peril? Perhaps you need my awesome talents for a new routine? I can totally handle whatever you -“
“I need you to substitute for somepony today.”
Rainbow’s confident demeanor stumbled, as she leaned forward. “Substitute…?”
“Yes, substitute,” Spitfire answered. Grabbing the visor, she moseyed around her desk, standing beside Rainbow. Watching the other pegasus turn to face her, she presented the visor. “And it’s quite the important job!”
Eyeing the visor, then Spitfire, Rainbow tilted her head. “I’m…not following.”
“Our morale officer couldn’t come in tonight.” Lifting the visor, Spitfire presented it to Rainbow. “Fill in for her, will ya, Dash?”
Rainbow’s confusion didn’t quell, as she eyed the visor, curious. “Uh…sure Capt’n…” She narrowed her gaze at the device. “…what’s that for?”
Moving the visor closer to Rainbow, holding it inches from her muzzle, Spitfire kept her calm, confident demeanor together as her own excitement began to rise. “Just put it on, Dash!”
“Well…uh, sure.” Rainbow cautiously, took the visor, inspecting it closely. “Is this something that’ll improve my flying?”
Spitfire gnawed her lip, briefly eyeing the area of the room she knew you and the others were hidden. “Something like that, yeah.”
Slowly, Dash raised the headset, placing it on her face. Fidgeting with it, she jumped as she felt it lock in place.
“Uh…is it supposed to do that?” she grumbled, lightly tugging at it. “I can’t get it off!”
Spitfire chuckled. “Well, it’s meant to stay on. After all, the role you're fulfilling is quite important and intense!”
“The heck is this morale officer schtick anyways? I thought I was way past the lower-end of Wonderbolt work!” Rainbow blurted out, her frustration surpassing her manners. “Agh! Seriously, why won’t it come off?!”
“It’s gotta be on tight to make sure you become my slut,” you called out, stepping out of the bubble Celestia had made.
Rainbow stumbled backwards, surprised by your sudden appearance. “Anon?! What’re you doing…wait, what did you call me?!” She bared her teeth. “If this is some kind of prank, I’m not liking it!”
“He called you slut~” Anon Mare replied, stepping out as well. “Why do you think I’m oneof his lovers now? That lil trinket rewrote me into a proper bitch~”
Struggling to pull off the visor, Rainbow glared at your partner. “You too?! I…I knew something was fishy when I heard -“
“That I became his lover too?~” Celestia interrupted, dropping her spell entirely. “Too bad you didn’t know your Captain had become a slut too.”
Rainbow whipped her attention towards Spitfire, seeing the lust-crazed look in her eyes. “C-Cap?”
“Former Captain, Dash~” she snapped back, trotting over towards you. “Master made me his slut, and you’re next!” She nodded her head at Celestia. “Turn it on, and crank it to the maximum strength.” She hastily undressed, tossing her beloved Captain’s jacket to the side. “She’s due to retire from the Wonderbolts for a better cause.”
“W-Wait! What’re you saying!” Rainbow whirled her attention towards Celestia. “Princess! If this is because of the prank I pulled on you last week, I’ll totally make it up to - nnnngh!!!”
Rainbow’s words were lost in her throat, the visor activating and pumping out the intense volume of hypnotic magic that Celestia had fallen to in mere moments when you enslaved her. Rainbow stumbled back and forth, her mind immediately being overwhelmed by the intense spell being cast on her.
Obey. Submit. Breed.
“A-Agh! Get out! Stop saying that!” she exclaimed, thrashing around the room. “Nnngh! No!”
You smirked. “Celly, it’s time to reward Spitfire~”
“With pleasure, Master~”
A surge of magic coursed through Celestia’s horn, the glow intensifying as she aimed her spell directly at Spitfire. The captain of the Wonderbolts looked ecstatic, her breath quickening with need as the energy built. She braced herself, her face twisting into an expression of pure madness, anticipation driving her wild, clouding any trace of common sense she had left.
Her expectations were soon rewarded as Celestia unleashed the spell. The energy struck Spitfire with a powerful blast, enveloping her in its glow as it seeped into her body. Her entire frame shuddered, her eyes widening as the transformation began to take hold. The color of the magic washed over her, illuminating every inch of her body as the change rippled through her.
Her belly swelled, rounding and expanding as the unmistakable sensation of life growing within her took hold. A shiver ran through her spine as she felt the stirring of a foal inside, her lip caught between her teeth as the weight of her growing womb pulled at her. Her body, now hastily filling out, mirrored the gravid state Celestia had reached, her figure softening and swelling in all the right places. The pleasure of feeling herself filled with her Master’s foals was just the beginning, as waves of transformation continued to sweep over her, leaving her quivering in euphoric submission.
Her ass swelled dramatically, shifting from its toned, muscular form to something thick, soft, and pillowy. As she glanced back over her shoulder, she gave a bounce, watching with wide-eyed amazement as her newly plump flanks clapped together, the sound echoing with a satisfying smack. While it wasn’t quite as massive as Anon Mare’s or Celestia’s, it was undeniably an impressive, voluptuous set of cheeks, each curve rippling with the smallest of movements.
But the more significant transformation was happening elsewhere. Looking down beneath herself, she watched as her crotchtits began to swell, growing from small and firm into heavy, pendulous melons that hung beneath her, full and ripe. They expanded further, surpassing even Celestia’s magnificent rack, until beads of milk formed at the tips of her nipples, glistening in the light as her body fully embraced its fertile, gravid state.
"Ha, haaaa~!" Rainbow panted.
Spitfire was deaf to Rainbow’s struggles, the sensation of her body growing, adapting to its new pregnant form, sending shivers of delight through her, her breath hitching as she felt the weight and fullness settle in.
“Figured a larger set of tits would come off as a bit more authoritative. Fitting for a former Captain, don’t you think?” Celestia cooed. “Sure, you’re not as stacked back there as myself or Anon Mare, but those melons of yours are even bigger than mine now~”
Spitfire looked ecstatic, bouncing her flank and swaying her tits. “This is amazing!” She caressed her belly, holding back a delighted giggle. “And I’m really carrying Master’s foals now!”
“Nicely done, Celly~” you complimented, turning your attention to Rainbow.
The usually feisty mare looked on in shock, able to see her former captain’s metamorphosis through the spirals of the visor. Her fiery resistance had tapered off, the mixture of shock from what just occurred before her eyes, and the intensity of the visor’s influence, had sundered her intense defiance.
What she was enduring was enough to rewrite Celestia in minutes, yet she’d been holding off for several already. She tried to struggle, to resist, straining her face a portion as she mumbled out her words.
“Can’t…submit…” She tried shaking her head, the strength gone from her. “Leave…Captain… alone…”
Obey. Submit. Breed.
The sheer bewilderment of seeing Spitfire morph into a proper broodmare before her eyes had derailed all of Rainbow’s focus, sending her hurtling towards the edge of her own free will. She was an Element of Harmony, and the most fierce and defiant of them all—yet here she was, being overwhelmed at a quickening pace. Sure, she had lasted longer than even Celestia had, but that wasn’t quite the accomplishment. The visor, at its best, was brutal, unrelenting, and wholly intent on capturing her mind for your whims.
Seeing her friend falter, Spitfire moseyed closer to Rainbow, putting an emphasis in her steps, swaying her hips in a sultry manner. “C’mon Dash, look how amazing I look! I resisted Master at first too, but now I’m so grateful I’m his slave. This plump rump, these wonderful tits, and the sheer joy of knowing I’m carrying his foals is unbelievable.” She caressed Rainbow’s cheek. “Why resist? Why deny your purpose? The Wonderbolts don’t matter. He matters.”
Capitalizing on Spitfire’s move, you came up behind the former Wonderbolt captain. Shifting yourself, you slapped your length between Spitfire’s improved buns. Her flanks caressed your cock perfectly, their new pillowy size offering you the perfect place to lewdly snuggle Anon Jr. between. She gasped at the feeling of your cock, immediately grinding against you as she shivered with excitement. Reaching out, you squeezed her asscheeks, savoring their soft, plush feel after her change.
“Being my slut is your destiny, Dash. Celestia’s magic will shape you right up! Thick where it matters, carrying my foals, and mindlessly obeying my every word.” You struck Spitfire’s ass, savoring the way it jiggled. “Spitfire is happier now than she ever was before. She’s right. Give in.”
Obey. Submit. Breed.
“I-I…don’t…wanna…b-breed…?” Rainbow mumbled.
You watched her struggle, hesitating for a moment before refocusing on Spitfire. With a precise shift, you angled your cock, then drove it deep into her soaked heat. She gasped sharply, her walls gripping you tight the instant you filled her. The rhythmic slap of your hips against her flanks echoed through the room as you thrust into her, each movement more fervent than the last.
Again and again, you plunged into your newest conquest, reveling in how her newly enhanced body responded to your every thrust. Celestia had crafted her into a perfect embodiment of desire, yet your motivation went beyond just raw pleasure.
“Spitfire,” you commanded with a smirk, “tell Rainbow how incredible it feels.”
You glanced at Celestia, giving her a knowing wink. “And you,” you added, “charge that spell you used on Spitfire. It’s Dashie’s turn to get some upgrades. Spitfire got the tits. Rainbow? She gets the ass.”
Spitfire bit down on her lip, barely able to focus through the waves of pleasure crashing over her. “D-Do it, Rainbow! Become his—nnngh—slave! Give in to the bliss of—haaah—obedience! Empty your mind! Break! Break! Be a good—huff—slut!”
Submit. Obey. Breed.
“I… submit?”
Rainbow was on the edge. Her mind was unraveling, slowly crumbling under the weight of your will. It wouldn’t be long now until she embraced her new reality.
Submit. Obey. Breed.
“I… o-obey…”
Rainbow’s words were slurred, a mere whisper as drool slipped down her chin. Her mind was being reshaped—remade to serve, to obey. Her body had gone still, her gaze vacant, as if she no longer had control over herself. Usually, it was overwhelming pleasure that broke your slaves, but with Rainbow, it seemed different—almost as if she resisted, but only in her mind.
And then, Celestia’s spell struck her.
You watched in awe as the spell struck Rainbow, a dazzling array of color spreading over the mare’s body. Even underneath her Wonderbolts uniform, you could see the colorful ripples, but what you saw next was far more beautiful.
Almost instantly, Rainbow’s flanks began to swell, slowly but steadily growing softer and fuller. Her once taut muscles transformed into plush curves, her ass expanding with each passing second. The fabric of her suit strained, then tore, unable to contain the blossoming size of her now slutty rump. Her cheeks became two heavy mounds of pleasure, surpassing the size of Anon Mare’s as they finally reached their peak. She stumbled from the spell’s impact, causing her newly-formed buns to subtly jiggle with every motion, fully on display for you to admire.
If she still had any grasp of her former self, she would have been mortified. Her sleek, athletic body, carefully honed and trained, had been stripped away in an instant. The rear of her suit lay in tatters, shredded by the sheer size of her enhanced ass. But that no longer mattered. She had been reshaped, her body molded into a perfect symbol of submission and pleasure.
And her suit wasn’t the only thing failing her. Below, her teats began to swell, her modest crotchtits ballooning in size. What had once been small, almost unnoticeable, was now surging, her tits growing from petite mounds to the size of grapefruits, and then further still, until they neared the size of melons. The fabric strained, then ripped, unable to withstand the incredible mass of her newly developed rack. Her tits now rivaled those of the sluttiness mares in the industry, an obscene contrast to the flat figure she once had.
Aside from these drastic changes, Rainbow still retained her core strength. Her legs remained toned, her wings still powerful, and her back strong enough to support the weight of her newly sized assets. She stood there, transformed, her ass and teats now far beyond what her previous, athletic figure could have ever suggested. Her body carried it all with ease, her muscles adapting to bear the weight of her new assets.
Her mind, however…
You had assumed Rainbow was reacting differently because she was special. Perhaps it had something to do with her being an Element of Harmony, or maybe her defiance was just that powerful. After all, she had been fighting against the strongest setting, the same one that had conquered Celestia in mere minutes, and she was holding her own, like a champion.
But, once her mind registered the changes to her body…
With a cry of sheer, unfiltered stupor, Rainbow came with cataclysmic force. Her tail flagged itself entirely, she lowered her torso down, raised her rump, and began throwing her ass back into the empty air—desperate to fuck herself on a cock that just wasn’t there.
Submit. Obey. Breed.
“Yesssh…mmmmph!”
Rainbow’s voice trembled with lust as she moaned, her thickened ass clapping faintly with each thrust she made into the empty space. Her juices gushed from her cunt, soaking the ground beneath her as her orgasm wracked her body with unstoppable intensity. It was an undeniable spectacle, the once cocky, smug, and prideful mare reduced to a submissive, quivering mess before your eyes.
You slammed into Spitfire harder, your pace frenzied as Rainbow’s downfall aroused you more than you could explain. You pounded into the former Captain, ushering her towards a similar orgasm as she screamed with delight beneath you.
“Yesssh! Become a cocksleeve like me! Nnngh! F-Fuck! We serve our Master! Haaaa!!!~”
Spitfire’s cries, Rainbow’s inevitable conquest, and your own built up need came to a climax, as you slammed into Spitfire and unloaded into her once again. Her fattened rump cushioned your hips, as you gifted her with yet another load of seed that she’d savor every drop of. She had been conquered, and you knew the delights it afforded—and soon you’d savor Rainbow all the same.
Rainbow’s body still fought against the overwhelming pleasure, but it was a losing battle. The visor hummed with power, sending its final, mind-altering pulses through her brain. "Use... me..." she groaned, her voice thick with surrender as her body convulsed, unable to stop the wave of orgasm crashing through her again. "B-breeding... hnnng... duties..."
You raised a brow, watching the magic that improved Rainbow’s assets sizzle and dance around her body. It wasn’t making any further changes, but Celestia’s spell interacted oddly with the visor itself. Arcane sparks fizzled out as the remnants of the princess’ spell dissipated into the visor itself, causing an odd flicker of light within it before returning to what looked like normal.
Though your concern about the visor was well placed, Spitfire’s taut depths pulled your focus back to them. She was milking your cock dry, greedily taking every last drop of cum you could afford. You could feel her desire through the vice-like grip of her marehood, but even through her blissful delirium, it seemed she still had her own plans too.
Leaning forward, bringing her muzzle closer to her struggling friend, Spitfire silenced both her own and Rainbow’s moans as she pulled the pegasus into a kiss. Their lips locked, logic be damned as their minds were scrambled with pleasure and magic alike. Instinctively, they both leaned into the embrace, moans muffled by one another’s mouths. Their tongues began to duel, struggling against each other, stuck in a standstill as they made out passionately.
Submit. Obey. Breed.
Rainbow’s eyes rolled back as her climax reached its grand finale, her body quaking with the aftershocks of pleasure while Spitfire gave her a smug, knowing look during their kiss. Spitfire, having quickly recovered from her own orgasm, a real testament to her trained, resilient body, savored the final moments of Rainbow’s sanity. The taste of power lingered on her lips as she watched Rainbow tremble in her final throes, knowing the mare was only moments away from complete submission. She pulled away from the embrace, her lips leaving Rainbow’s with a wet pop, immediately greeted by the pegasus’ deep, guttural groans as she gasped for air.
“I…o-obey…” Rainbow muttered.
Her tail wagged lazily above her fat, plush rump, the once proud athlete reduced to a docile, mindless slut. A dumb, empty smile split her muzzle as she turned around, her shredded suit barely clinging to her transformed body, now nothing more than a tattered reminder of what she had been.
Swaying her hips, she flaunted her bouncing rear, each jiggle of her ass drawing eyes as it moved. Her marehood, glistening and throbbing with need, winked at you and the others with desperate desire, slick with her own arousal as juices dripped down her thighs. Her ponut shimmered with sweat, twitching ever so slightly, exposed and ready for use.
“Officer Dashie r…reporting for breeding duties!” she slurred, her voice almost playful despite the empty look in her eyes. Drool ran down her chin in thick strands, her gaze vacant as she stared off into the distance. “Please use me~”
You pulled out of Spitfire with a wet squelch, her insides still pulsing from the afterglow, and gave her a loving pat on her rump. A lazy stream of cum dribbled from her well-used cunt, mixing with her own juices as it oozed down her legs. Your eyes briefly lingered on the sight before your attention shifted back to Rainbow Dash.
She continued to sway her hips, bouncing her thick ass without thought, as though her body had become a tool for pleasure and nothing more. Her mind, however, seemed different. The visor, once pulsing with energy, suddenly deactivated, falling off her face with a soft clatter, only to be caught in the golden aura of Celestia’s magic before it hit the ground.
“Is she… okay?” you asked, pointing towards Rainbow, still swaying mindlessly, her empty smile and unfocused eyes a stark contrast to the mare you once knew.
You stared, perplexed, as Rainbow stood there, lost and confused, her once defiant spirit snuffed out, yet there was something strange, different from any of your previous slaves. She seemed distant, disoriented, not fully present like the others once the visor had taken full control. Her transformation had taken hold physically, but mentally, it was as though some part of her was still adrift.
Seemingly already as perplexed as you were, Celestia rubbed her chin with a hoof. “I must admit, I was a bit - ahem - distracted while she was in the process of being enslaved, so I didn’t pick up on anything odd at first…”
“She was totally getting off to what was happening. Sunbutt over here came her brains out at least twice,” Anon Mare snickered.
Celestia flicked her tail in irritation, catching the smaller mare with the tip and earning a stream of insults in response. Rolling her eyes, she continued, “Be that as it may, I can still form a reasonable hypothesis about what’s going on.” She trotted beside you, leaning in closer to inspect Rainbow. “She’s certainly enslaved, but something went awry. My magic must have mixed with the visor’s enchantment, possibly short-circuiting the spell. I suspect there’s one final step required to fully complete her enthrallment. Right now, she’s essentially ‘incomplete,’ and her remade mind is struggling to function properly.”
“So, you kinda dumbed her down, that’s what you’re saying,” Spitfire followed, shakily walking away from you. “Not that seeing her like this isn’t hot, but I’d say the usual Dash would make for a better slave.”
You moved over to Rainbow, reaching out, you caressed her flanks, earning a delighted coo from her. She shuddered from your mere touch, as you savored her reforged derriere.
Her flesh was soft, plush, and inviting, her rump now surpassing Anon Mare in size. You asked for Celestia’s spell to give Rainbow a bit more junk in the trunk, and the alicorn certainly delivered. The sheer weight and give of her ass under your grasp—you could easily lose yourself between those cheeks, indulging in her form for hours, but with her current state, your mind, frustratingly, drifted from the idea of enjoying your freshly forged conquest.
“As much as I’d like to use her, we should probably fix -”
“You need to breed her.”
Whirling your head to the side, you stared down Anon Mare. If anyone was going to make a suggestion on how to fix things, you expected it to be Celestia, not your original roommate. Perplexed by her suggestion, refusing to take a hand off of Rainbow’s pillowy cheeks, you raised a brow at Anon Mare.
“Pardon me?”
Gesturing a hoof towards Rainbow, Anon Mare rolled her eyes. “Anon, c’mon dude.” She shook her head. “Remade mind or not, I’m not calling you Master just because of how dumb you’re being.”
“I suppose I must be dumb too then,” Celestia grumbled, glowering down at Anon Mare. “Because I’m failing to see your line of logic here too.”
Spitfire raised a hoof. “Same here.”
Facehoofing, Anon Mare chuckled. “Seriously? Out of all of us, I’m the one piecing this together?” She trotted over to you, throwing you a mocking look. “Say Mr. Power Fantasy, what’s the one thing all of us have done once you enslaved us?”
“Uh…be exceptionally needy and the like?” you answered, wholly confused.
Shrugging, Anon Mare continued. “Kinda. We’ve always thanked you for giving us what we needed.” She then tapped Rainbow’s other flank, nudging her head towards the pegasus. “And Dashie over here is begging you to use her. To breed her.”
“Which means?”
“She’s telling you what she needs,” Anon Mare explained, smacking Dash’s rump and earning a moan from her. “She knows how to finalize her enslavement. Seems pumping her full of a few foals might fix things. I’m no magically inclined alicorn, so I’m not sure how things going haywire could affect her, but if she’s asking, then give her it. What’s the worst that can happen?”
“Do you want the list of things that can go wrong ordered alphabetically, or by severity?” Celestia smugly remarked.
“Hey, Sunbutt,” Anon Mare seethed, glaring at Celestia, “buck off.”
Seeing no better options, and frankly, growing your own desires by feeling up Rainbow’s flank, you eyed your newest acquisition with worry. Rainbow’s smug, teasing personality was to die for, and seeing her being mostly dumbed down like this was certainly not optimal. Anon Mare’s suggestion seemed farfetched, but she was also your first and most dear slave. If you were to trust anyone on how a slave feels, she’d certainly be the expert in that regard.
“I’ll give it a shot,” you began, setting yourself up behind Rainbow. “I’ve got no reason not to trust you.”
Anon Mare shrugged. “Eh. You may have rewritten my mind and all that jazz, but I do still enjoy fucking with you here and there.”
“Are you entirely sure the visor even worked on you at this point?” Celestia grumbled, side-eyeing Anon Mare. “Part of me thinks you just find this hot and are playing along.”
“You seriously think I’d be carrying that idiot’s foals if my head wasn’t fucked with?” Anon Mare shot back. “The only reason he enslaved you is because he knew it worked on me. The old me would’ve thrown up at the idea of even touching his cock.”
You sighed. “It’s true. She really hated me.” You winked at her, smirking. “But now she’s one of my darling wives, isn’t that right, slut?”
Anon Mare blushed furiously, her muzzle scrunching up as she looked away. "J-Just knock that slut up and get it over with," she grumbled, stomping her hoof against the ground. "Did you forget? I'm still waiting for my next turn with you!"
Chuckling at the adorable reaction of your slave, you focused on the task at hand—a rather amorous, tempting, and thrilling task at that. Here she was, the Rainbow Dash, rubbing her rump against your cock already as she craved you. Her desire was easily seen. Her scent flooded your sinuses, her marehood was coating your dick in her lust, and the heavy breathing from her signified the intense heat she desperately needed to quell.
Still, you’d done most of your slaves doggystyle at this point, and as much as you loved the new state of Rainbow’s rump, you had something else in mind. Raising your hand, you slammed it down against her asscheek. The sight of it bouncing from the blow was a delight, her guttural moan soon after music to your ears, but that wasn’t the end of your actions.
Ever since you came to Equestria, something with your strength had changed. You easily surpassed most earth ponies, and, as you lifted Rainbow Dash up, you put that showcase of strength on full display. She didn’t resist you, nor even react, instead just mumbling her desires softly as you laid her back atop of Spitfire’s desk.
Spreading her legs apart, you gave yourself a new sight to behold. Her magically enhanced tits, now near melon-sized, contrasted heavily with the petite set of teats she once had. You could imagine how pissed she’d be to see her body in such a state, had she not been put under the visor’s influence, and the grumpy pegasus’ theoretical reaction earned a snort from you.
Though, you couldn’t help but gaze in awe at the work Celestia had done. Rainbow’s sleek form remained where it mattered, albeit shifted in areas to match her new proportions—but ultimately her assets had the most drastic change. She was the same beautiful mare, with the perfect tits and ass to quell your more shameless desires. Still, with fixing to do, you slapped your cock between her teats.
Intent to work yourself up, you pressed her rack together, sliding your cock back and forth between the angelic embrace her teats afforded. They were soft, plump, and truly a set of crotchtits you’d never imagine you’d savor—but thanks to the visor and your slaves, what seemed like a dream was now reality.
Here was the Element of Loyalty, the fastest flier in Equestria, and one of the fiercest mares to exist—mindlessly babbling about being used and prepared for breeding duties. Albeit it’d be far hotter to you if she had a sound mind, capable of dirty talk, teasing, and all the like, you could deal with her mantra-esque speech for the time being.
Slowly, you shifted your length between her tits, feeling the tingles of deeper need stirring within you. You felt her marehood each time your balls slapped against it when you moved up between her tits, a silent beacon guiding you to your true destination. Thankfully, with the notion of owning her, and the wondrous sensation of her tits, it didn’t take long at all for you to get worked up.
You caught a glimpse of your three other slaves watching in anticipation, hooves on their bits, ready to indulge themselves in pleasure the second you started the real deal. Not wanting to keep them waiting, and horny enough yourself, you pulled back, angled your cock with Rainbow’s pussy, and plunged right in.
A moan escaped Rainbow as you penetrated her, her body shuddering. “Yesshhh…b-breeding duties…”
The second you entered Rainbow’s depths, it felt like you had the wind knocked out of you in the best possible way. Each of your other slaves’ cunts were divine in their own right, but Rainbow’s was on a whole different level. Her walls constricted around every last inch you could give her, caressing and pleasing every last nerve within your manhood. Your knees buckled, your heart skipped a beat, and it took a few moments for you to adjust to the sensation.
Nevertheless, you had a task at hand, one you were more than happy to indulge in, and finally, you began to thrust. A collection of moans echoed at your side as your slaves began to pleasure themselves in tandem with your efforts, more than likely envying Rainbow’s position. You had to hope Anon Mare’s hunch was correct, because seeing Rainbow Dash of all mares desperately rubbing herself, wishing she was being fucked, would be a sight to behold.
A part of you yearned to push her hind legs up, locking her into a mating press and tossing caution to the wind, but the sight of her tits bouncing with every thrust you made was downright hypnotizing. Each slam made her jugs bounce before your eyes, her plush ass cushioning your hips as you yourself felt like you were being enthralled. The entire thing felt like a dream, a scenario that would solely fit in some kind of fictitious writing of your own degenerate desires, but nonetheless, this was real.
This was what Rainbow Dash now lived for.
You picked up your tempo, shivers of delight running up your spine each time her mantra was interrupted with an adorable moan of delight or a carnal grunt of pleasure. Her walls never relented, coaxing the nerves in your manhood to delve deeper, to give her everything you had. It wasn’t long before you were hilting yourself in her with everything you had, pounding her hard enough to lurch her entire body back each time.
Even in her empty state, you could tell she was adoring this. Her smile widened, her wings twitched at her side, and her forelegs were bent up, her body language speaking her total submission to you clear as day. She savored every plunge, her incomplete, new mind still aware that this would be the greatest sensation she’d ever feel.
You heard her breath halt multiple times, her body spasming and her wings fluttering each time she climaxed. You didn’t know if she was just quick to cum, or something about fucking her in such a state made her endurance pitiful, but soon enough your crotch and the desk were drenched in her climatic fluids.
You had her hitting orgasm after orgasm, moans deepening and her smile widening with each one. She was in sheer bliss, still trying to repeat her newfound mantra through the sea of groans she was emitting. Though, her snug cunt was pushing you to your limits, faster than you anticipated, and you knew your climax was coming soon.
You’d knock her up, Celestia would accelerate things along so she’d look properly gravid, and she’d hopefully be her old self again. You were going to claim an Element of Harmony as one of your wives and broodmares—unsure if that was a step above or equal to your conquest of Celestia.
Reaching down, you groped her tits, massaging them as your tempo increased once again. Your breaths grew ragged, sweat ran down both your forms, and your mind became clouded with the carnal need to breed. Words were impossible to form, her marehood too pleasurable and your lust too great to manage anything beyond simple grunts and moans.
Her tits were so, so incredibly plump, sensual mounds of endless potential in your grasp. The feeling of them in your hands only pushed you towards the edge of your stamina, and, managing one last look at her mindless state, you heaved air into your lungs and gave one final thrust with everything you had.
As you slammed into her, you immediately began to unload into her depths—unleashing your desire into her without remorse. Your seed flooded her womb, her collar lighting up near instantly. Either she was in heat, was just naturally that fertile, or the swimmers in that first rope were damn determined to knock her up.
Regardless, she now carried your foals.
She spasmed beneath you, her mantra devolving into nonsensical babbling. It was apparent she was riding out the most intense orgasm yet, her belly bulging partially from the amount of seed you’d deposited into her. Her womb truly never stood a chance in Tartarus against the tsunami of spunk you assailed her with, and soon after her walls were thoroughly painted white and your seed began to gush out of the seal your cock made with her marehood.
Grunting, straining to remain standing as your nerves were alight, you felt your head spin. Her depths were determined to milk you dry, a vice-like grip that only spelt unspoken volumes of pleasure draining you for all you had. Eventually however, you felt yourself spent, stumbling backwards as your legs gave out on you. Thankfully, the force of your fall freed your length from her depths, a waterfall of seed drooling out of her winking pussy right after.
Finding yourself caught by Celestia’s magic, you glanced over at your three other slaves. Each one was slick with sweat themselves, a pool of lust beneath them all as they panted with relief. It seemed they too got off to your performance, quite well at that, and their lustful gazes only lasted a moment before a brilliant light in the room caught the attention of all present.
Watching Rainbow Dash, you witnessed a surge of colors swell around her head, the visor lighting up with an array of colors itself on the desk beside her. It illuminated the room, casting a wondrous display that was truly one of a kind, but as quickly as it came, it departed.
And then Rainbow began to stir.
“Ugh…my head…” she grumbled, leaning up and rubbing her temple. A blush spread across her muzzle, guiding a hoof down to her cunt. Beginning to rub herself furiously, she groaned. “Mmmmmph…but that feels awesome…”
A smug, condescending grin split Anon Mare’s muzzle, as she stuck her tongue out at Celestia. “Anon Mare, one. Inferior slave of royalty, zero.”
“You know I can send you to the moon, right?” Celestia grumbled, unamused.
Cautiously leaning towards Rainbow, you questioned her. “Rainbow? You back?”
“Nnngh…” Rainbow shuddered as fading tremors of delight ran through her. “Yeah, yeah. I’m here, Master.” She continued to rub her head. “What the heck happened? I feel like I’m totallyhungover…” She rubbed her cunt further, gnawing her lip. “And I’m full of Master’s cum, but I don’t remember getting any of his cock.”
“It’s a…long story…” you replied.
“Eh, I feel like you could summarize it up in a few thousand words at worst.”
Throwing Anon Mare a knowing glare, you turned your attention back to Rainbow. “So, obedient and ready to serve?”
“Kinda the purpose you gave me, dude,” Rainbow grumbled, rubbing her temple with a hoof. She glanced over at Celestia, raising an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t happen to have a ‘post-reforged mind headache’ cure stashed in that horn of yours, would you?”
“Well you’re taking this awfully well,” Spitfire commented.
Rainbow cocked her head, her brow raised. “What’s that even supposed to mean? I live to serve him—that’s kinda the whole point now.” She picked up the visor, eyeing it with a newfound curiosity. “Oh yeah, this thingamabob.” She gave it a light toss and catch with her hoof before smirking. “I know what my brain’s telling me to do now, and I totally get it—my purpose and all that.” Her gaze flickered to you, and she winked. “Totally awesome, by the way. But, uh, what did you do to me?”
Her eyes drifted down to her body before she craned her neck to get a better look at her own backside.
“Ain’t a Wonderbolt anymore, Dash,” Spitfire replied, holding a hoof to her chest. “Neither am I. We’ve got a real purpose in life now—being Master’s broodmares.”
“As for the device you're holding,” Celestia chimed in, gesturing to the visor, “that’s the visor Master used to enslave me and the others. Spitfire’s plan to trick you worked flawlessly if you hadn’t noticed.” She gave a knowing tap of her horn. “And while I do have spells for headaches, I suspect what you’re feeling is something a bit... different.”
Rainbow placed the visor down, sighing. “Huh…no joke.” She pursed her lips. “Y’know, I’d never think I’d be a slut for somepony, not that I’m complaining.”
“Too awesome for it?” Anon Mare snapped.
Rainbow snorted, rolling her eyes. “Well, duh. But now I know being a broodmare for Master is the coolest thing ever!”
“And a wife!” you added with a grin.
Rainbow’s eyes lit up with excitement, a wide smile spreading across her muzzle. “Aw yeah! Even better!” She took notice of Spitfire’s gravid state, licking her lips at the sight of a bead of milk dripping from the pegasus’ nipple. “Now I’m no egghead, but I can piece together that Spitfire did not look like that the other day.” Her gaze lasered in on Celestia. “Don’t leave me out!”
With a subtle nod from you, Celestia’s horn began to glow as she charged her spell. Rainbow’s look of pure anticipation was contagious, making your heart race with excitement at the thought of her soon becoming a proper broodmare, just like the others. Her past, her career, her goals—they were being tossed aside without a second thought, her focus now fully on serving you, on carrying your foals with pride.
Celestia unleashed her spell, surging her magic into Rainbow as it took hold near instantly. Her tits surged one final time, truly melons now as milk beaded on her nipples; her ass gained a bit more plump to it; and most notably, her belly bulged further, a foal or two of yours now stirring within her.
Rainbow groaned in pleasure, her body trembling as the changes washed over her. The sensation of becoming heavily pregnant in mere moments was beyond words—a rush of motherhood, pride, and joy filling her as her belly grew rounder with each breath. It was a surreal and indescribable feeling, her body transformed to match her new purpose, but there was no mistaking the satisfaction written across her face.
When the magic subsided, the Rainbow Dash who stood before you was no longer the same brash pegasus from before. She was now a pregnant, obedient, lustful reflection of her former self, her glowing expression showing not just acceptance, but a deep thrill at her new role.
Sliding off the desk and standing upright, Rainbow ran her hooves along the curve of her belly, her eyes half-lidded with desire. “Heh… that’s much better~” Her voice dripped with seduction as she turned, presenting her rump to you with a mischievous glint in her eye. Bending over, she wiggled her backside, her toned flanks bouncing and clapping together with rhythmic precision. “Hey, Master…?~” she teased, her voice sultry. “What do you think about having the most awesome slave in all of Equestria?”
You couldn’t tear your eyes away, the way her cheeks jiggled with each movement, the perfect ripple of her flesh with every bounce. To see Rainbow Dash, the once proud and headstrong mare, indulge herself in this voluptuous, submissive body, one her former self would have despised, was nothing short of intoxicating. Each twerk sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through you, her milk dripping from her full, swollen breasts, leaving slick trails down her thighs as her tits leaked her sweetness.
“I’d say I’m damn satisfied~” you mumbled, lost in the view you were given.
“Ahem,” Spitfire interrupted, lightly jabbing you in the side. “First off, you better gawk at me like that later. Secondly, I hate to be a buzzkill but most of the other Wonderbolts will be arriving at the headquarters soon.”
Ceasing her motions, Rainbow groaned with frustration. “Oh come on, Spitfire! He’s got time to at least fuck me sensless once right here and now!” She scrunched her muzzle in frustration. “I can’t even remember being enslaved and I don’t recall how it felt to get knocked up!”
Before you could respond, Celestia stepped before you, Anon Mare following suit. Magic flickered in her horn, and a devilish grin spread itself across her face.
“Correct me if I’m wrong,” Celestia began, her tone teasing, “but when I was arranging your schedule for today, didn’t you mention that all the stallions in the Wonderbolts have the day off for some kind of ‘guys night’?”
Spitfire blinked, her confusion evident as she tilted her head. “Uh… yeah, why?”
“How long until the mares arrive?” Celestia pressed, her grin widening.
Eyeing the clock, Spitfire shrugged. “About…thirty minutes or so? I’m not following what you’re talking about here.”
With a playful smirk, Celestia lifted the visor with her magic, floating it over to you before stifling a giggle. “That’s perfect. That gives Master plenty of time to give Rainbow a proper filling in each hole at least once, if he works quickly.” She pressed the visor into your hand, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “And it gives me just enough time to prepare a little surprise for when the rest of the mares show up. A quick lock spell should keep them nice and still the moment they step into the locker room~”
Anon Mare’s eyes widened in alarm. “Hey! Four slaves are enough! Three’s already plenty of competition!” She stomped her hoof against the floor, her voice rising. “I get where this is going, and I’m not trying to fight off another four for Master’s attention!”
“Five, actually,” Spitfire interrupted, giving Celestia a knowing look.
Rainbow had also caught on, licking her lips with excitement. “Six, actually. Vapor Trail is joining tonight’s training.” She winked at you. “I’m a fan of a good competition, so, Master, willing to give the four of us a bit more challenge?”
Your cock had gotten hard and ready from Rainbow’s show moments ago, but the idea that Celestia was suggesting made your length throb with need.
“Y’know, I can’t say I’m against that~”
“Yes! I serve you, Master! Fill me, breed me!”
Vapor Trail screamed with delight beneath you, her entire body shuddering as her womb flooded with your cum. The visor over her eyes flickered, finalizing the reprogramming of her mind. Her transformation was already in full swing, Celestia’s magic had enhanced her ass and tits, but now, as her total submission took hold, you felt a second surge of magic coursing through her, the alicorn already knowing what to do next.
You groaned, feeling Vapor’s ass swell beneath your grasp, each cheek growing fuller and softer, filling your hands as her body continued to change. Her tits, nearly hidden from your view, were undoubtedly swelling with milk, judging by the muffled squeals of pleasure that escaped her lips. And as her stomach swelled, becoming perfectly round with foals, her delight grew even more intense. She had been fully conquered, just like the others.
They all had.
“And that’s the last one~” Fleetfoot cooed, her hooves tracing the curve of her gravid belly, her gaze locked onto yours with eternal devotion. “Looks like the Wonderbolts are truly out of commission now.”
Blaze, who had been bouncing her fattened flanks for your entertainment, cum dripping from her cunt with each clap of her asscheeks, cast a playful glance over her shoulder. "So…can we start round two, Master?"
To say that Celestia’s plan had been a smashing success would’ve been an understatement. As soon as the other Wonderbolt mares were arriving, you and the rest of your slaves had been staking out the locker room. It was incredible to watch Celestia freeze them all in place the second they walked in as a group, and the task had been easy as pie from then on.
She had hit each of them with her first spell before they were even enslaved, forced to watch their friends’ and their own bodies morph from sleek and athletic, to slutty and ready to be bred. The flurry of threats and insults had been immense, but as you enslaved them each one by one, those angry chants had quickly turned into moans and words of submission.
Patting Vapor Trail’s rump, you pulled out of her cunt and slapped your length between her asscheeks. “Bounce that ass, slut. Thank me for enslaving you.”
Now obedient to the core, Vapor Trail immediately began moving her hips, her fattened flanks clapping together as she worked to please you. Cum trickled from her well-bred pussy, pooling on the ground as her ass jiggled around your cock, the motion driven by pure devotion.
“Thank you, Master! Thank you for enslaving me!” Her movements quickened, her voice breathless and filled with worship. “Thank you for claiming my womb! For making me one of your wives! For gifting me with your foals! Thank you, thank you!” The visor slipped from her face, her collar glowing brightly as the symbol of her eternal servitude. “I don’t wanna be a Wonderbolt! I just wanna serve you forever!”
“Not like there’s any undoing this, thankfully,” High Winds muttered, leaning back against the lockers with a relaxed smirk. One hoof idly rubbed her cum-filled snatch, while the other roamed her improved figure, tracing the new curves that were once tight and athletic. Her eyes rolled slightly, still in disbelief. “You really made all of us do that after enslaving us?”
Misty Fly, her own thickened flanks bouncing as she stood beside Blaze, chuckled softly. “I mean, we did threaten him and curse him pretty badly before he showed us the light.” She gave her plush rump an extra wiggle, her eyes locking with yours as her voice turned sultry. “You act like you’re not grateful for what he did to us, Winds.”
Surprise, still lying contentedly beside you as Vapor Trail eagerly serviced you, sighed in satisfaction. “I know I enjoyed putting this new rump to work thanking him~” Her voice was dreamy as her hooves gently kneaded her heavy teats, coaxing milk to drip freely from them. “Hard to believe we said such mean things about the gifts he was giving us. He’s been nothing but generous.”
“A better figure, foals, and no more silly thinking,” Celestia cooed, levitating the visor away from Vapor Trail. “Don’t forget who set you all up for this trap~”
“Really soaking up all the glory, huh?” Anon Mare flicked her tail at the Princess’ face, trotting past her. “Let’s not forget I’m the reason you yourself got enslaved.”
Rainbow Dash, growing impatient, crossed her forelegs and glared at Celestia, tapping her hoof faster and faster as her irritation built. “And the rest of the Bolts? That was a joint effort from all of us, Celestia. Don’t get greedy with the credit.” Her gaze sharpened at Blaze, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “And besides, you all just got bred. It’s our turn with Master next!”
You gave Vapor Trail’s jiggling ass a playful slap, her flanks rippling with the impact as you leaned in and spoke softly. “Good girl. Welcome to your new life. The other sluts need their turn now, so you can stop~”
Hesitantly, Vapor Trail brought her motions to a stop, slowly stepping away from you. Each step she took was emphasized, wholly intent on making her flanks bounce with each one she took. She looked back at you, thankful for everything you had just gifted to her, yet lusting for even more.
Her body had changed massively, as did all the Wonderbolts. From sleek, fit forms, they’d all turned into slutty, gravid caricatures of who they once were. From the most impressive team of fliers in world, to the most impressive group of sluts ever to be assembled. All of their skills at flying had been converted to skills of servitude—all focused on you, your cock, and your pleasure.
“Celestia, Spitfire, Rainbow, come clean my cock off.” You pointed towards Celestia. “Worship the cock that conquered you, Princess.“ You then focused on Spitfire and Rainbow Dash. “And you two, suckle on the nuts that gave you the foals you now carry.”
The three mares moved with joyful haste, eager to obey. Celestia, her eyes gleaming with worship, was the first beneath you. Licking her lips in anticipation, she wasted no time. Her maw parted as she took your length into her mouth, her throat trained expertly to take every inch of you with ease. She began to bob her head, her tongue dancing along the underside of your cock, coaxing pleasure from you with every soft, practiced motion.
Soon after, Spitfire and Rainbow Dash moved in with an intensity that was palpable. Almost as if racing each other, they each latched their lips onto one of your balls respectively. Their tongues went to work, moving in perfect synchronization as they lapped and glided along your flesh, each movement brimming with desperation and desire. It was clear they were caught in a frenzy, their every lick and suck filled with a need to prove their worth. There was no hesitation in their actions—only a uniform flow of devotion as their tongues took breaks from licking solely to suck on your weighty balls, each suctioned pull making you throb with pleasure.
Their eyes gleamed with lust, and occasionally, they would exchange a brief glance at one another, as if daring the other to outdo her. The competition only heightened the fervor with which they worshiped you, their lips slick with saliva as they returned to their rhythmic lapping and sucking.
As if knowing exactly what would please you, all three mares instinctively raised their rumps, beginning to clap their flanks in perfect unison. They knew you were an ass man, and they knew that their newly enhanced assets were meant to serve a specific purpose—and they were determined to show you exactly how grateful they were for the gifts you had given them.
Each bounce sent ripples through their plush, thickened forms, their improved curves on full display as they twerked with wild abandon. The sight of their synchronized movements was enthralling, their ample rumps jiggling with every motion, enticing you further into the moment.
The rest of the Wonderbolts, now just as enthralled in their new roles, soon took the initiative to join in.
“We know what you like, Master,” Vapor Trail purred, standing behind the trio of mares already serving you. Her voice was laced with submission as she whirled around and bent down, flagging her tail high to give you a full view of the work you had done to her body. “And we're eager to serve~”
Beside Vapor Trail, Blaze sauntered up with a sly grin, her eyes half-lidded with lust as she presented her own plumpened form. “These fat asses of ours are a gift from you, Master~” she teased, giving her rump a slow, sensual shake.
“And it’s only right that we as your slaves show you our gratitude,” Surprise added, her hips swaying hypnotically as she moved into position on the opposite side of Blaze. Her voice was dripping with eagerness, her entire body begging to be used.
Misty Fly followed suit, stepping into formation beside Blaze with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Bending down, she raised her rump high, presenting herself as her thickened hips swayed tantalizingly. “And we’re pretty good at coordinating performances together~” she said with a playful wink.
“The best in the world, dare I say!” High Winds added, setting herself up next to Surprise, ass up and ready.
”So to celebrate our new lives as your bitches,” Fleetfoot continued, the final slave to enter the formation. “We present to you…”
They all spoke with joy, lust littered in their voices as they exclaimed. “The Wondersluts newest, and best, performance~”
The moment the chant ended, the air was filled with the rhythmic sounds of their flanks clapping in unison. Each mare bounced her ass in perfect synchronization, their motions flawless as their fattened rumps jiggled and clapped, creating a symphony of pleasure that joined the wet, slurping sounds from Celestia, Spitfire, and Rainbow Dash. It was a true performance, a display of their submission and transformation, their bodies moving in ways that once would have been unthinkable for the proud Wonderbolts.
But now, they were far from the elite team of fliers they once were. Now, they were simply sluts, your sluts, designed and trained to obey your every whim. Their former talents had been repurposed, their coordination and grace now focused entirely on pleasing you, their Master.
The sight was nothing short of incredible. Mares fervently worshipping your most intimate parts while their newly enslaved sisters lined up behind them, presenting their transformed bodies in a way that felt almost natural to them. Their performance wasn’t planned, yet it was flawless—each bounce of their flanks, each shake of their wide hips, a testament to their new purpose in life.
The Wonderbolts had fallen, their pride and skill now turned to servitude, reduced to the status of nothing more than willing broodmares for your pleasure. And the best part? They reveled in it.
“Good lord you’re a degenerate.”
Snapped out of your daze by the voice, you felt the soft pressure of a mare’s forelegs wrapping around your shoulders. Looking to your side, you saw Anon Mare leaning in, smiling over at you. She nuzzled you gently, her lips brushing your cheek before she glanced toward the harem of slaves, all still obediently displaying their bodies for your pleasure.
“I mean, seriously,” she teased, her tone light but her words laced with amusement, “I know you like ass, and my god, do you love asses that can clap, but isn’t this a bit much, even for you?”
You chuckled, giving her a kiss on the cheek right back. “Eh, maybe? Can’t say I’m complaining. I’ve got so many sluts to savor. All pregnant, all with plenty of ass to work with, and all eager to show said asses off.” You reached over, grabbing one of Anon Mare’s tits. “And don’t get me started on the tits you’ve all got~”
“Nnnf…f-fuck you…” Anon Mare groaned softly, her body shivering under your touch as you kneaded her tits. Her voice dropped to a low moan, but she kept her composure enough to ask, “S-so… what’s the plan now?”
You eyed your harem of slaves. They were all truly wed to you as members of your herd, but to hear the entirety of the female Wonderbolts members had quit to be with you, and were suddenly pregnant meant a lot of explaining was needed. Throw in the fact that one of them was an Element of Harmony, and you were in for a chaotic time.
“Well, Celestia came up with an excuse that the Bolts had been with me for some time. She’s gonna say she was doing them a favor as a fellow herd member and concealed their pregnancies for the last few months,” you answered.
Anon Mare raised a brow, unconvinced. “You seriously think they’re gonna believe that?”
“I mean, she’s the Princess. Usually whatever she says they believe. So, yeah?”
Anon Mare rolled her eyes playfully. “Whatever gets your rocks off, Master.” Her tone was dripping with sarcasm, but there was a hint of affection behind it. “That should be enough to cover your ass, at least. Is she still hooking us up with a bigger place in Canterlot? ‘Cause with this many sluts, our old house is gonna be like living in a horseshoe box.”
You nodded. “Oh yeah! Huge place in the upper class area. A mansion with more rooms than you can count! We’ll all be happy there!”
Anon Mare scoffed lightly, though the smile never left her face. “Great. Except when all the news ponies start camping outside, wanting to know how the alien from another world managed to knock up and marry…” She trailed off, counting on her hooves as if mocking you. “Let’s see. Me, the only other otherworldly being turned mare who showed up, Celestia, the literal ruler of Equestria, Spitfire, the former Captain of the Wonderbolts, every other mare from the Wonderbolt squad, and the Element of Loyalty herself.” Her voice turned teasing as she laughed. “Have fun explaining that, Wonder Dick McGee.”
“It’ll all work out. You’re all happy, I’m happy, and the rest of Equestria will respect that. We can come up with simple excuses. We’ve got time,” you calmly replied, straining with pleasure as the three slaves serving you picked up their pace.
“Enjoying the feelings and view, eh?” Anon Mare teased, following your gaze to the lineup of Wonderbolts before you. “But, with the new home, and new slaves, I do have to ask.”
“Hmm?” you hummed, trying your best to focus.
Anon Mare seemed hesitant to ask, but eventually forced her question out. “Am I still your favorite?”
The question took you by surprise. There was an unfamiliar note of worry in her tone, something you’d never heard before. Her gaze wasn’t filled with the usual lust or playful defiance—it was tinged with concern. Your heart tightened at the sight. Despite everything, despite the brainwashing, the enslavement, and the endless breeding, you genuinely cared for all your slaves, and Anon Mare had always been special to you in a way that set her apart.
“You were my first. There’s no question that you’ll always be at the top of my list.” You caressed her neck, comforting her as best you can. “You’re gonna have foals first, you’ll be the one I spent the most time with, and you’re the little sarcastic bitch I need around me.”
“Yeah well I’m your sarcastic bitch,” Anon Mare shot back, giggling. “And slave, and slut, and broodmare, etcetera etcetera…”
You rolled your eyes with a smile, refocusing on the spectacle before you. The rhythmic sounds of clapping flanks, the wet, fervent slurping of your slaves beneath you, and the thick scent of lust and sex in the air filled your senses. It was intoxicating, downright overwhelming even. This was your heaven on Equus, a paradise tailored to your deepest desires, and you wanted nothing more than to immerse yourself in it. So many devoted slaves, each with their swollen bellies, carrying your foals. Endless pleasures awaited you—an empire of mare flesh, yours to indulge in.
“But..”
Once again, you were snapped out of your thoughts by Anon Mare, as she playfully held up the visor in her hoof.
“Don’t think you’re done, big guy~” She twirled the visor around her hoof, her teasing grin growing wider. “You’ve got that big ol’ mansion now, remember? Plenty of rooms to fill. We’re gonna need more slaves.”
You raised a brow, failing to stop yourself from sharing a similarly mischievous grin with Anon Mare. “Is that so? And do you have any suggestions?” You gnawed your lip. “Only mare left on my radar was that reporter, News Flash, who asked us for an interview about our relationship with Celestia.”
“Tch…she’s hot but that’s only one…”
“Okay…and your suggestion is?”
Her eyes glinted with devious excitement as she nudged her head toward Celestia, still working diligently below you. “Why stop at one princess? You’ve already bagged Celestia, why not the other three?”
“You want me to enslave all the royalty in Equestria and another Element of Harmony?”
“Buck it, get the rest of the Elements too!”
“Anon Mare, don’t you think that’s a little bold to -“
“Oh! And Zecora would be so hot!” She cut you off, her imagination running wild now. “And what about Mayor Mare? Cheerilee? Ooooh, Mrs. Cake could be fun! And don’t forget, you have to get all the Elements' moms too. Come on, tell me you wouldn’t want to see Twilight’s mom, Velvet, waddling around with your foals. Or Windy Whistles clapping her ass beside Rainbow Dash, begging you to help her give dear Dashie a sibling or two~”
Your eyes widened slightly as you imagined the scene she was describing, but Anon Mare wasn’t done.
“And—and Chrysalis! We could ‘reform’ her! Imagine that! That would be wild, wouldn’t it?”
You could only chuckle at the rapid-fire list of potential conquests she was tossing your way. For a brief moment, amidst the lewd symphony of flesh and moans surrounding you, your attention shifted fully to her. Her suggestions came with such enthusiasm, such excitement, that you couldn't help but consider them.
Honestly? You were probably going to take her up on all of them. The thought of expanding your harem, of seeing so many more powerful mares under your control, sent a thrill up your spine.
Your harem was only going to grow—more mares to enslave, more bellies to swell with your offspring, more pleasure awaiting you at every turn.
The possibilities were endless.
Anon Mare leaned in close, her breath warm against your ear, her voice husky. “Just remember,” she whispered, her lips grazing your neck, “no matter how many mares you breed…” Her hoof slid teasingly down your chest.
“I’m the one you’ll be crawling back to every night.”
