VII

“I think that’s... everything we’ll need,” Diamond Tiara piped up from the corner. I still couldn’t place the inflection in her voice. She didn’t sound nearly as self-assured as she had when I was tied to that chair.

I tried to stand up, but my limbs protested with no uncertain objection that they were far from being ready to move.

Applebloom looked at me around her bent over body. She looked exhausted, but not in a bad way. Her forehead was shimmering with sweat. She looked like someone ready to reward themselves for finishing a particularly grueling hike.

So… what now?

“That’s it then?” I managed, pulling myself into as much of an upright position as I could manage. My shirt clung to my body like a damp tissue to a sneaker, and my legs reminded me with silent screams that I’d been kneeling for an implacable amount of time while I was railing Applebloom’s pussy. My train of thought disappeared somewhere around those words, but it found the rails again at the other side of my dick’s adamance that, right now, after an orgasm of that strength, there was no revival any time soon without a miracle.

“Were you expecting applause? You’re fucking disgusting.” Diamond Tiara leered at me with her perpetual glare as she walked towards me. Silver Spoon kept her place at the far end of the clubhouse, looking over her camera, presumably to ensure it had captured sufficient evidence of my perversion.

My wrists hurt almost as bad as my legs.

But my mind was oddly clear. It was like being consumed wholly by the one thing I’d wanted for so long had finally washed away the part of my brain that had been fixated with fucking my perfect little yellow horse. Now there was room for thought, finally, after all those months.

That camera was the only thing guaranteeing my fate at this point.

“I just figured there’d be more to it than that. You watched me fuck Applebloom under the influence of your freaky jungle-thing, and now you’re going to scurry off to town and show everypony pictures of me balls deep in her pussy? Her pussy that you watched me fuck?”

“Celestia, s-shut up…” Diamond Tiara stammered over her blasphemous admonishment. The glower in her eyes said she was annoyed with me for speaking up at all. I was supposed to be broken by now, a worthless husk of a man so committed to the idea of his expulsion that there’d be no more resistance in my words, let alone my action.

There was more than enough of the first welling up inside. I was still working on the second.

“What?   You don’t feel even a little guilty that you just stood there and watch me violate somepony you go to school with? Hell, watched… you made it happen. You’re almost as bad as me in this scenario–“

The small splash across my face caught me off guard. I let it settle on my cheek for a moment before remembering I had use of my hands. I raised my palm to my face and felt the small blob of moisture against my skin, wiping it away before it could travel down to my chin.

Diamond Tiara scrunched her face, a tiny dab of saliva hanging from her mouth as a vestige of the hearty spit she had aimed at my face.

“I’m nothing like you. You’re pure filth… a grown… thing, that tricks ponies into liking him so he can get close to them, just to rub his disgusting human dick all over them, and probably clop off”–I hushed a mental chuckle at Diamond Tiara’s misappropriated terminology–“to them every night. Equestria will be better off when you’re rotting in a dungeon somewhere.”

Diamond Tiara punctuated her explanation of disgust with an expression to match, glaring at me with her eyebrows so arched I could feel the daggers in the air.

But I wasn’t worried anymore. What was the worst that could happen? If I gave up and sat back to let everything happen I was doomed, so I might as well make the ride as unpleasant as possible for the pony who was out to ruin my life.

“If you say so, princess,” I said. It was the best I could come up with given the short time to think in the circumstance, but I felt like it had just the right amount of bite.

Diamond Tiara shaking her face in rage gave me a fairly good indication I was on the money.

“Y-you… you disgusting hairless monkey!”

I think it was the best she could muster as a counterpoint, which honestly felt a little sad.

I was in a battle of wits with a kid, after all.

But before I could tender a rebuttal, I saw Diamond Tiara’s face change. Her mouth curved from a grimace of frustration, up at the corners into a nefarious sneer. She looked like the Grinch from the Christmas books back on earth.

I wanted to see what she was thinking.

“You’re right. This isn’t over; there’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time.”

Diamond Tiara stared at me. I could feel her eyes trying to burn a hole through my body with her hatred. On one hand, I couldn’t blame her; as a child, regardless of her composure, me, a pedophile (sort of) was the unequivocal enemy.

On the other hand, however, the foal-fiddler who acts in thought only is doing his best to restrain reprehensible action. I’m not saying I should be commended for keeping my hands off Applebloom’s pussy – until very recently, anyway – but the fact that the worst I ever managed was a subtle rub through my jeans was saying a lot.

I could reconcile hating anyone. Even when I was doing social work, the dirtbag fathers who beat their kids had just been disgusting enough to earn a sneer for their conduct, and then they were out of mind.

So what was Diamond Tiara’s aching desire, the thing she had just suddenly remembered she wanted to do with the foalophile she hated so much?

“You’ve acted like you were so important… so sure of yourself that even me, the most popular, fabulously rich pony in the entire school didn’t have an inch on you.” Diamond Tiara stepped closer as she spoke until she was standing just in front of me. My lack of pants didn’t seem to bother her in the least; her eyes were locked solidly on my face, still a bit red on one sides from the velocity of her spit.

I stared back at her, but really, my eyes were elsewhere.

Not on Applebloom, surprisingly.

“Well now I have a lot more than an inch,” she said. She paused just in front of my knee and lifted a foreleg, holding her hoof in front of my face.

“Lick my hoof,” she said.

I blinked.

There was no way. Even in my deepest throes of defeat I couldn’t have contemplated bending over for her like that. No matter if I was going to be banished from the land of technicolor waist-height vaginas and talking ponies attached to them, I wasn’t about to let the prissy pink bitch in front of me win that way.

I shook my head.

“No fucking way.”

Diamond Tiara glared harder. She shook her hoof at me like a toy in front of a reluctant pet..

“Are you stupid? You’re not doing yourself any favours by trying to be ‘dignified’ right now. Your naked with your gross human dick still covered in jizz from the underage filly you just fucked. Acting like a self-righteous moron is just going to make me hate you more. And the more I hate you, the faster those pictures are going to get plastered over everything in town.”

I didn’t even look her in the eye. I turned my head, and looked towards the clubhouse wall.

“Lick,” she said, and shook her hoof again.

I shook my head in return.

“Fine!” she shouted, not bothering to lower her hoof. “I don’t need to ask you.”

I turned my head enough to see her tiara in the corner of my eye.

That orange glow, aimed straight at me.

I closed my eyes as it hit me, expecting the worst. Was my mind going to go blank? Or would I be trapped inside my own head, forced to watch through the lens of my own eyes as the rest of me acted without my consent?

The orange glow hit, and I felt a tingle run along my skin, like electric goosebumps on a cold day.

It was a bit cold.

Other than that… nothing.

Oh.

Magic.

My mind flashed back to my first day in Equestria.

The unicorns had been very upset when their forcefields had just been pretty bubbles to put up around me.

This wasn’t a unicorn magic, but it seemed just as ineffective.

The idea struck me at that moment.

I turned my head suddenly and blinked. I tried to make my gaze as glassy as possible. I did everything I could to block out the fact that I was half-naked in a clubhouse with a pink bitch of a pony holding her hoof out for me to lick like a collared dog.

Everything was as abstract as possible. My mind was empty.

I blinked and turned my mouth into a smile.

Diamond Tiara matched it with a grin.

“That’s more like it.” She jostled her hoof ever so slightly, asking for my obedience.

I learned forward and moved my hands towards the floor around Diamond Tiara’s legs. I  opened my mouth as I leaned and let my tongue loll out ever-so-slightly. I looked the picture of someone with no mind of their own.

Diamond Tiara grinned wider.

There was a heat in the air in the tiniest fragment of space before my tongue touched her hoof.

I threw myself forward. My hands moved faster that I knew they could, one on Diamond Tiara’s back, the other flying for her tiara.

“Hey–“

She didn’t have a chance to finish. I tackled her to the ground, ignoring the fact that my size and nakedness made the idea of slamming a tiny pink pony into the ground even more reprehensible.

But, I felt my hand close on the smooth wood of Diamond Tiara’s new decoration.

She felt it too. She kicked out with her hooves in vain as I pinned her to the ground.

“No, don’t! Give that back!”

I added that to my mental list of things that weren’t going to happen.

Silver Spoon caught on a second after my fingers closed their grip around the wooden statue. She sprang from her spot in the corner and ran towards me like a mother cheetah desperate to intercept for her cub. Luckily for me, a tiny silver horse and a full-grown cheetah were in different leagues of difficult to deal with.

Even with Diamond Tiara pinned down with one arm I managed to bounce away Silver Spoon’s assault, ramming my shoulder into her chest as she leapt at me. The sound of air leaving her lungs made me cringe a little, but the ends justified the means in this case. My hand pulled the ornament to me and clutched it tightly to my still clothed chest.

Diamond Tiara kicked at my arm as hard as anything, thrashing and squirming as I pressed my weight down with my elbow, squeezing pressure onto her chest and keeping her in place.

Still she shouted, despite the difficulty of breathing through my restraint.

“Give that back,” she murmured through a raspy sounding voice.

“No way,” I answered back. I realized I could have kept my rejoinder to myself, but it seemed too perfect a moment not to say something.

Now for the moment of truth.

I didn’t know anything about magic.

I mean, even in a less cursory sense. Ponies in Equestria know about magic. In that it exists, anyway. Unicorns have it, and Princess Celestia too, and probably some other ponies too if they know what’s good for them. Ever since I’d first woken up in that strange bed and seen a pony with a horn shoot sparkly colours into the sky, I’d been fascinated by magic. It had been anything but with me. Like oil and water. Magic wanted nothing to do with me.

This was earth pony magic. Jungle pony, to be specifically.

I didn’t know if that made a difference.

What was I supposed to do?

I held the statue to my chest and thought. Holding Diamond Tiara down, and now enduring bites on my wrist as she struggled to free herself, I shut my eyes and thought.

What was it to control some pony’s thoughts besides a very, very powerful suggestion?

You should stop struggling like that, I thought as hard as I could.

I clenched the talisman as I did so.

My hand felt cold.

The kicking stopped.

I opened my eyes then.

It didn’t occur to me even at that moment. The lack of movement keyed another thought in my mind. ‘Oh God, you’re holding her too hard and now she’s gone unconscious.’

I looked down. Diamond Tiara looked back at me.

Her face looked… empty.

She didn’t smile at me, but she did look up at me with wide, glassy eyes that made her look like a porcelain doll in pony form.

It was very unsettling.

You should smile.

For the first time outside of the derision of her class-mates, I saw Diamond Tiara smile.

No wonder she didn’t have a problem with the talisman; it was disturbingly easy to use.

I heard Silver Spoon pulling herself off the floor of the clubhouse. Her hooves scraped against the wooden flooring, and her breathing broke the oddly still air of the house’s interior.

Before she could turn.

You should wait right there and not do a thing.

I heard the scuffling stop. I turned my eyes, and Silver Spoon was right there, staring patiently at the wall as though it was the most interesting thing in the world.

This was too good to be true.

But then again, hadn’t everything this day been too good to be true?

I had to convince myself it wasn’t real then. Something outlandish.

Barely sure if I could place the thought, I grimaced, mostly at myself, and held my hand above Diamond Tiara’s face.

She was still grinning. She almost giggled as she pushed her face forward, parted her mouth, and licked my hand.

I let her lap at my fingers for a few seconds before I thought her to stop.

The sound behind me drew my attention as my mind threatened to lose itself in the possibilities.

It was a familiar voice. Apoplebloom’s. Confused.

“What am I… what am I doing here? I feel all… sticky…”

Oh God no.

I took my arm off Diamond Tiara’s chest and turned, irreverent of my nakedness.

Applebloom was looking over herself like she’d woken up in a new body, as confused as I’d been that first day in Equestria. She was eying the strands of semen along her fur like it was a strange confetti she’d been coated in while she slept.

The look on her face was not as happy as the one I’d last seen.

“I’m sore too… My… I hurt, kinda all over.”

She sounded like she was talking to herself.

She hadn’t seen me then.

My brain fired on every synapse to try to calculate what to do next, but it was moot. She looked up at me in a few seconds.

“Jason?” she asked. She didn’t sound angry or upset. Just confused. Like she was lost somewhere, and she was turning to the only face she recognized for help.

“What are you…”

The question died on her lips as she looked me up and down. Kneeling on the clubhouse floor over Diamond Tiara’s paralytic body, my pants and underwear long since discarded, clutching a wooden talisman to my chest.

Her eyes went wide.

I could see it as they opened. Sudden realization. There was no confusion. She remembered now.

And it was at that point that I sealed my place in hell.

Not that I expect anyone to forgive me.

Forget. Just like you were before.

Applebloom scrunched up her face the same way it had been that morning, right before the amber glow overtook her already brilliant eyes and brought back the smile I had cherished every second it was there.

After keeping her mouth contorted for a few seconds, she loosened her muscles. The smile came back.

I stared at her for a moment. The only sound I could hear was my own breathing in my chest, along with the heartbeat that accompanied it.

Applebloom broke the silence.

“Yer not tired already, are ya’? I’m good to go again if you can get hard for me.”

There is no place in Equestria for a man like me.