4. Quench The Thirst

The day soon turned to night, and as all the fillies in Ponyville were put to bed, the music slowly intensifed inside The Club, as Vinyl was working extra hard, as she knew one special mare was going to be here, and she needed all the support she could get. The line in front was really big, as every stallion and mare in town were trying to get inside the prestigious club. But one white mare, and a blanket covered pony slowly skidded to the back entrance, only to be greeted by Vinyl herself. They ran in, hoping no one saw them as they went in.

“Good, you made it just in time. I think I saw Rainbow getting a cider right before you two showed up. Are you sure no one followed you?” the DJ inquired her Sisters.

“Yes. What kind of fool do you take me for? We need to hurry, Twilight’s strength is waning by the second.” Rarity responded, holding the fumbling purple mare with all her strength.

“Okay I can guide Twilight from here. You make sure we have Rainbow set up. If we screw this up, it would mean curtains for our friend here.” Vinyl said, as she guided Twilight behind, just under her pult.

“No problem.” Rarity said, and went onto the main floor, in search of the cyan pegasus.

Vinyl closed in on Twilight, and saw that she was shaking, obviously The Beat locked all her mental and physical strength away. If she did transform soon, she wouldn’t even have enough for her most basic body function, and surely die from heart failure.

“I will play now some hard ass, bass heavy dubstep. I need you to ignore everything but the music, and Rainbow Dash. Don’t hold back. This isn’t like The Initiation, where you have no choice. This time, you have to do it. No guilt, no remorse. When you feel it, just let go of the reins, let Bass Cannon free. Got that?” Vinyl whispered into Twilight’s ear, making it twitch.

The purple mare only managed a small nod of acknowledgement. She was scared, like never before in her life. She had to lose the one thing in life she held most dear, and that was control. As the dubstep kicked in, and the crowd cheered, Twilight closed her eyes. She remembered the first night Vinyl moved in, and played a couple of her mixes that night. It was music she never heard before. It sounded so rebellious, so provocative. She absolutely bucking loved it. She could never admit that to herself, right? She was Celestia prize student, she could listen to classical music. Luckily, before she snapped into her control-freak mode, she remembered Vinyl’s words. She had to come clean, and her head began to bobble to the beat, ever so slightly. As her breathing became more regular, a faint figure began to emerge from the shadows of mind. It was Bass Cannon, and she approached Twilight, with a lustful gaze and a seductive walk.

With each step the white mare took, so Twilight’s emotions intensified as new strength was released by the curse. Once she was so close that Twilight could feel her breath, Bass Cannon smiled and kissed Twilight like she had always imagined her lover would. A cool sensation rushed trough her shaking body, and new ideas began to impose themselves.The fear in her mind vanished, replaced by desire, as Bass Cannon began to dissolve, only to coat her in pure white. All of the weight dropped from Twilight’s shoulders and she just wished she could enjoy the moment. No obligations, no worries, just have the time of her life. Her skin was already white, with her horn becoming white also, one patch at a time. She could feel the electricity forming around her mane, just like during her Initiation, but with a twist. This time, it didn’t feel forced upon her. This time, she was the lightning, and not its pawn. She didn’t care about tomorrow, or about her studies. Being Twilight could wait, she was Bass Cannon now. The mare opened her magenta eyes as all her energy was set free. She emerged from under the table, her mane blue as the sea, and screamed to Vinyl:

“Let’s show these mares how to party, Bass Canon style!”
Vinyl nodded in approval, as a faint breath left her. Sure, Twilight managed to let go and survive, but after tonight, who knows what will she think of herself?

Meanwhile, Rarity surveyed the club, in hopes that Rainbow Dash had already arrived. But with her search being unsuccessful, she went to the bar in hopes a quick refreshment might increase her morale and stamina. As her martini arrived, and she levitated it carefully to her muzzle, something hit her from behind and made her spill the beverage all over her coat. Enraged, she turned around, only to be greeted by the object of her search, with a wide mischievous smile and a quick phrase on her lips:

“Hey Rarity! Wow, you really can’t handle your liquor!”

On any other occasion she would have attempted to strangle Rainbow Dash, but tonight she needed to be composed for Twilight’s sake.

“Just the mare I was looking for! A friend of mine from Canterlot wants to meet you, if you don’t mind.”

“A fan?” Dash asked, excited and eager to boost her ego.

“In a matter of speaking, yes.” Rarity replied, thinking of Twilight.

“Sure, where is she?”

Rarity guided Dash to the dancefloor, where Bass Cannon was dancing in the crowd. As the two mares saw her, they were gob smacked. Everypony around her was looking at the white mare. Her moves were both athletic and graceful, a mixture of unicorn magic and sheer athleticism. In one moment she seemed all-powerful with her sheer presence, only to become fragile and seductive the next. In one word, she was hypnotic. It seemed she fed from all the attention she got, and the sick beat Vinyl was making on the turntables. It was magic, dark enticing magic, and Dash, and Rarity to some extent began to feel a warmth envoked by this bad mare. The beat slowed down and as the song reached its end, the whole dancefloor cheered Bass’s name in unison. Rarity waved the mare over, much to the crowds displeasure, as they wanted the performance to continue. The mares returned to the bar, and after they all got their drinks, Rarity introduced them.

“Rainbow Dash, I would like to introduce Bass Cannon, professional dancer from Canterlot!”

“I heard you are a fan!”, Dash said, and admired the unicorn from the near.

“Sure am! I mean a sonic rainboom? Who wouldn’t be a fan?” Bass replied.

“You look a lot like my friend Twilight. Are you too related?” the cyan pegasus inquired, making Rarity flinch.

“Oh no, but I do get that a lot! You know Twilight Sparkle is kinda famous back in Canterlot, with being the prize student of
Celestia and all.” Bass retorted, as Rarity looked like she dropped a kidney stone.

“Anyway, those were some moves back there! I have never seen somepony move the way you do!”

“Well, let’s just say I am as nimble on the dancefloor as I am in more private surroundings.” Bass replied in a flirting manner.
Dash’s face seemed to take on a more reddish shine, as her wings slowly but surely rose from their usual places. A sly smile appeared on Bass Cannon’s face. Twilight’s object of desire was in her clutches, and she savored every moment of it.

“Straight to business I see.” Dash said, unusually insecure in her tone.

“Well, I have a feeling you like the assertive type. I think Rarity doesn’t mind if we take her house for the night?” Bass replied, looking at her Sister.

“Oh sure, I was going to stay at Vinyl’s for the night anyway, and Sweetie Belle is at Apple Bloom’s, so you have the whole place to yourselves.” Rarity replied. It wasn’t ideal, but she wanted this to work for Twilight. Besides, Bass's presence was enforcing on her, even though she was a Sister as well.

“That settles it.” Bass concluded as Dash struggled to contain her excitement. This pony was both mysterious and familiar, and the aura that pulsated from her made the cyan pegasus euphoric.

“You know, I would like to see Rarity’s boutique at night. Could you show me around, Bass?” Dash asked as innocently as she could.

“Sure thing! Rarity, the keys please.”

Rarity levitated her keychain, and as the glow around it changed into Bass’s magic, the two mares left the club. As they vanished from her sight, the white unicorn exaled a sigh of relief.

“Did she take the bait?” Vinyl asked, popping out under the counter of the bar.

“Ah! Don’t do that, you silly mare! “ Rarity scolded, as her drink almost dropped from her magical grasp.

“Sorry Miss Jumpy. So did she or not?”

“Yes. Hook, line, and sinker. I just hope everything works out alright.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Dash can handle everything Twilight, I mean Bass can throw at her.”

“You do remember what you did to Octavia last time you were in heat?”

“Poor girl, she had to strap ice packs onto her thighs for two weeks.”

“And your magical powers compared to Twi’s are…”

“She’s bucked.” Vinyl concluded.

“Yeah… wait, if you are here, who is playing the music?”

“Oh, Pinkie Pie of course!”

“So that’s why I’m hearing Weird Al playing…” Rarity facehoofed.

After a short and uneventful stroll to Rarity’s boutique, filled with drunk giggles and wobbly walking, the two mares arrived at their destination for the night, The key slowly turned, and Bass flicked the light switch, as the whole main room eliminated. Many of Rarity’s creations were stacked on pony manikins, as well as drawings of elaborate works of fashion art were haphazardly stacked on the mares working table. The door to Sweetie Bell’s room seemed shut, but the one to the master bedroom, much to Bass’s enjoyment, was already opened ajar.

“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable Dash while I go and freshen up?” Bass suggested.

“Okay, sure. I’ll just spread myself on this king size bed and await your return.” Dash replied.
The white unicorn retreated to the bathroom. As she washed her face, she noticed the mirror. The reflection was of a shy purple mare, blushing.

“Don’t worry, Twi. After tonight, you’ll be waiting for my return. Soon, everyone will.”, Bass said to the reflection, and left the latrine.

Dash had already made comfortable, and spread her masculine thighs, revealing a moist vagina to Bass Cannon. Bass merely laughed, and approached the cyan Pegasus like a predator.

“As much as I enjoy the view, something else is on my mind. I wonder, Rainbow Dash, what really turns you on?” Bass said, as her magic engulfed Dash’s head. The cyan mare didn’t even have time to recover from the shock of magic surging through her mind before Bass gasped, and saliva began to drip from her mouth. The room was soon engulfed in Bass’s magic, and the walls began to change, and the bed turned into a board with cuffs attached to the wall. The light became subdued, leaving only one source, above Rainbow Dash. The master bedroom became the master dungeon.

“What are you doing, you crazy mpphph!” Dash screamed, as a wet towel muffled her insults, and ropes tied both her legs and wings.

“Now, now, easy with that potty mouth of yours. I’ve heard you have been a bad mare, Rainbow Dash. I also have it on good authority that you might be seeking, guidance, shall we say in life.”

Bass approached Dash, but this time, Dash’s fury gave way to sheer shock. The unicorn had white latex all over her body, and neon blue shoes, with a levitating whip and gag to accompany her. Dash wasn’t just aroused like she was moments ago. This time she was both scared and thrilled at the mere sight of Bass. This mare was pure evil, and Dash's mind was already beginning to to feel the draw from it.

“But, before I can guide you, you will need a servant’s outfit. I could just make them appear on your sexy flank, but this is more fun.” Bass said.

Thick liquid began to ooze from the dark corners of the room, and slowly crept over the cyan Pegasus, as she struggle in vain to release herself from the magical ropes. It soon found its way up her vagina and anus, creating two large dildos. Soon enough, as soon as the goo hardened, Dash had a latex outfit of her own. It was similar to Bass’s, but the latex skirt and cyan and black combination signified her inferiority to her unicorn captor. Then the two dildos began to vibrate. They were so deep, they pressed at the walls of her orifices like nothing ever before. Her legs gave in, as if she was melting. But just before she could reach the climax, Bass flexed her magic, and denied her release.

“First lesson; nothing is free. If you want to earn that orgasm, you will have to lick these boots off first!”

The hazy pegasus slowly crawled to the outstretched leg of her captor and placed her tongue on the latex boot. As her tongue caressed the semi-liquid magical fabric, the buzzing inside her started again. Her licks quickened, and the throbbing sensation increased, bringing Dash to the edge of Eden.

"That's it, my Toy! Remember, obedience leads to pleasure!“ Bass yelled as she too was savoring the moment.
Her words echoed inside Dash's mind, overwriting doubt, shame, and guilt. But just as last time, her salvation was cut short just before the finish line. Tears slowly formed in the mare's eyes.

"Your transformation is not complete, and there for you cannot enjoy your orgasm. Once you accept your role as my toy, you can be reunited with that feeling.“ Bass commanded, and stomped her hoof on the floor.
Her toy. She kept referring to Dash as her toy. The cyan pegasus' mind was racing, searching for a way out, a way to her orgasm, but only one singular idea pierced trough.

"How...can... Toy assist you, Bass?“ she said, as shivers ran through her spine. Darkness was now inside her, just like Bass.It felt glorious.
Her enjoyment was shortlived however as the whip Bass was levitating came swinging down, right on her plot. The weird thing was, what hurt her more was the idea she let Bass Cannon down.

"No, bad Toy! I am your Mistress, and you shall address me as such!“

"I am sorry...Mistress!“ Dash whimpered, looking at the whip with fear.

"Good, good.“ Bass replied. Soon her plan would be completed.

The latex retracted from Bass's rear, and her round plot was now near Dash's muzzle.

"Now, please your Mistress, Toy!“ the white unicorn commanded.

As Dash approached the slit she gazed upon Bass's cutie mark. It's form and grace had eluded her mind until now. The black speaker seemed to jump out of the fur as purple notes escaped it. She focused on the pulse of it, the beauty of it. This was now the most beautiful cutie mark in existence to her. The shade of purple was familiar to Dash, but in her current state she couldn’t focus on it at all. She could only focus on this plot. No need for weather control, no need for Wonderbolt tryouts. Those duties were for someone else. Her obligation was just pure and utter admiration for the bearer of this cutie mark. Drool began to form from her mouth, and she savored the taste of it. She even gave the cutie mark a small lick, making Bass twitch. She never felt like this, being just a tool, a Toy. It felt intoxicating, and she wanted to stay like this forever. Her mind was now clear, and she knew what was in front of her. This was the mark of her Mistress. This mark meant that Rainbow Dash is Toy. And Toy had a task given to her that she yearned to finish.

Her tongue slid in, and caressed the inner folds of Mistress's vagina. As the rate of her licking and the scope increased, so did the moans of Mistress as well. Soon enough, she was massaging the clit, forcing Bass Cannon to twitch, and the grip of the magical ropes to waiver. Dash would have escaped, but Toy knew what her task was, and she continued to caress Bass's inner sanctum. Then, as Bass reached the climax, the magic that blocked the signal of three orgasms ceased, and they reached the cyan ponys mind in unison. Their collective scream echoed in the dungeon as the mares collapsed from intense pleasure.

“Did, you like it Mistress?”

“You did good, Toy. You did good." Bass smiled, as the force of her orgasm began to overpower her will to stay awake.

Both mares were now unconscious while the effects of Bass’s magic stopped completely. The walls became warm and welcoming again, and the bed returned from being a rack. The latex surrounding both Dash and Bass retreated. The only thing different from before was a large stain of cum on the carpet, and a collar around Dash’s neck with a small insignia that spelled out “Toy”.

Author's Note

Well, that took a lot more time then first assumed. I hope you like whole game between Dash nad Bass. Next up, the morning after, and a special visitor...