Morale Officer

“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.”