Control Freaks

by Inthend

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Spitfire, Random, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Colgate, Nurse Redheart, Roseluck, Flitter and Cloudchaser
Length: 9374

Everypony has a special talent.

Every pony has a special talent. From being the best flyer to being the best chef, they are all gifted with their cutie marks. Some, however, are blessed with the ability to alter the world around them. This untold power may change the world for better or for worse one day, but for now these are the moments when their individual passions overtook them.

Published 2013-02-27 03:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-05-13 05:26:49 UTC

Head in the Clouds

“Okay! I’ll see you tomorrow CC!”

Cloudchaser smiled as she waved goodbye to her friend and took off for the open sky. It had been such a beautiful sunny day and spending it with her friend had made it all the better. In fact, she was already craving the taste of the chocolate milkshake they had shared again.

With a quick spiral downward, the silver pegasus closed her eyes and opened her mouth just as she entered a passing cloud. The cool sensation of the moisture immediately filled her mouth, quenching her thirst and sending tiny ripples cascading through her body.

She couldn’t help but giggle as the beads of water began collecting on her coat. The feeling of them trickling down her back tickled her until she couldn’t stand it anymore. She pinned her wings flat to her sides and plummeted straight down through the rolling white that surrounded her. The velvet-like texture of the cloud grazed delicately across her skin, heightening the tickling caress until she was laughing as hard as she could. Suddenly the world opened up to her and her vision was flooded with the overwhelming blue of the sky. Everything was so peaceful.

Why couldn’t every day be as wonderful as this one? She wouldn’t mind doing the same exact thing for the rest of her life as long as it included a long walk by the edge of Cloudsdale and then going out for milkshakes and a mare-flick with her best friend.

“Ahh.” Cloudchaser sighed, performing a quick twirling maneuver towards a lone cloud in the distance. She alighted gracefully onto it with a single powerful backstroke, sinking down into its fluffy embrace with yet another sigh. However this time it was more of a guttural sigh - almost a moan. The sensual nestling of the cloud against her thighs cradled her in a way she had only dreamed about.

Cloudchaser had never been one of the social fillies who went out just to talk with colts. Honestly, she had never really cared much for them. The only thing she really missed was the touch of another living pony. Sometimes she just needed to be touched.

Still, the feel of a cloud beneath her was nothing new. The pegasus raised a curious eyebrow as her body and mind began to reel with an unexpected bout of teasing pleasure.

“Maybe I could just...” she spoke softly to herself before looking around to make sure that no pony had heard her. She was all alone with at least a few hours of sunlight left in the sky.
Few ponies were as gifted as she was when it came to shaping clouds. Many had no idea that storm clouds could even be controlled with the mind, only those that possessed the talent ever spoke of it.

Cloudchaser gave a coy grin as she felt the cloud beginning to swirl around her, the very idea of what was coming rattled her insides with anticipation. She had never tried this before.

An unbeknownst heat began boiling up from her lower regions until it had completely taken over her body. The images that now flashed before her mind’s eye made her blush like a little school filly. Her senses had been completely taken over by fantasy when she felt the object of her desires starting to materialize beneath her.

“Aaah.” She gasped, struggling to control her moans. The dense cloud that now writhed beneath her in a torrent of wind gently prodded against her opening, causing a flood of juices to gush out and fall a thousand feet to the ground below. She could feel the contours of what she imagined was the head slowly jabbing at her as it tried to force her open. The cool air was quick to creep into every dot of sweat that coated her body, causing her ragged breathing to come out in visible wisps of spiraling white precipitation.

Slap

Her eyes rolled back in her head with the crack of the air against her quivering flank.

Slap Slap

She reveled in the surge of blood that rushed to her loins with every impact as her moans escalated in the quiet afternoon. She didn’t care who heard her at this point. Even if Flitter herself caught her she wouldn’t be able to stop.

“Give it to me.” Cloudchaser pleaded with the cloud, biting her lip as she teased herself even more. Her entire body trembled until she finally had enough. With a deep breath she roughly rammed the full length inside of her.

“GAHH!” she cried out trying to recoil from the unexpected pain, but her mind felt only the pleasure and pushed the synthetic phallus deeper and deeper until it couldn’t go anymore. Tremors racked her helpless body. She could feel her insides clamping down on the throbbing intruder, trying to prevent it from moving, but her mind somehow kept imagining the pleasure that would come from it.

It seemed as if her own mind had turned against her as she screamed in agony over and over again. Her insides felt pinched and overexpanded and yet something was happening to her. The mound between her legs began to grow numb and suddenly all she could feel was the tidings of ecstasy coming on.

Soon her body was moving in rhythm with her mind and her cries became desperate for release. She forced her flank down harder, taking more and more of the cloud with every thrust, until suddenly she felt it hit the end and her legs clenched together. Cloudchaser ground her teeth with the last ounce of self control she had left before the orgasm struck her and she was forced to shriek to the heavens with the insurmountable pleasure. Her legs dangled in space below her as she sat impaled by the fluffy white phallus, writhing in ecstasy.

With one final gasp, she called the cloud back around her to hold her up before collapsing onto its soft pillowy features. Her moans continued on as she relished the slow unsheathing of the spear from her womb, the juices squelching and saturating the open air.

A Rose by Any Other Name

Roseluck squinted as she stared out the window of her second story house. For a moment it seemed as if somepony was waving at her, but it must have just been her imagination. The only reason anypony ever visited was to buy flowers. She was just another flower-mare struggling to make it in the little city of Ponyville. Most of the time it felt like she was in the background.

The floorboards cried out with their usual worn-out creaking as the earth pony shuffled back to her desk. She had been working on growing an assortment of roses, orchids, and lilies for the past couple of months which hadn’t seemed to be surviving that well. With a disheartening sigh she gazed at one of the wilting flowers, its cherry red hue withering away with the rest of the plant.

“Everypony only wants the beautiful radiant roses, never the sickly ones that are just struggling to get by.” Roseluck gently coddled the plant in her hooves while stroking its petals. The rose slowly began regaining its luster as she did, thickening and growing until it was just as bright and beautiful as the others. “If only somepony could do the same for me.” she sighed turning back to gaze out the window.

The plant rustled behind her as if offering some form of consolation. The sound startled her at first, causing her to flip around and eagerly study the rose, but it remained perfectly still under her studious gaze. It only took a few minutes before her excitement had died away and she was doing nothing more than absentmindedly staring at the plant again. Then suddenly a thought occurred to her. She tilted her head curiously while reaching out a nervous hoof. She had never tested the limits of her gift before.

Tiny incandescent sparks popped and danced between her and the flower as she moved closer. The plant responded instantly to her touch, growing exponentially and taking over the entire counter in a matter of seconds. Roseluck gasped in disbelief before taking an uneasy step back. Its vines now stretched all the way down to the floor, their girth nearly doubling from what they were before. A large central bud bristled with life near the top of the plant as she drew closer. There was something hypnotizing about the smell that now wafted through the air.

Her mind quickly became clouded, her thoughts drifting in and out of things she had never imagined before. The surreal plant seemed to beckon to her. It called to her. Begged for her. Needed her.

Roseluck stepped forward as if in some kind of trance, openly giving herself to the thing she had created. The room gradually filled with a yellow pollen-like substance that choked and suffocated her but the only thing she could do was stand and stare. It was so beautiful. And it wanted her.

She could feel the plant’s emotions tingling in the back of her mind. It wanted to feel her love. To touch her. To caress her. To be inside her.

She couldn’t help but shiver at the last thought. As strange as it sounded she couldn’t deny that she shared the same feelings as the plant. She wanted its twisted vines to wrap around her from mane to tail. She wanted it to envelope her completely. To become a part of her.

Roseluck took a deep breath before addressing the plant, almost begging it.

“Do it.” her voice quivered under the weight of what she had just consented to. She was about to be violated beyond her wildest fantasies.

The rose stirred with the invitation, its vines giving a mighty shudder before animating into freely moving entities. Small piles of yellow spores collected around the room as Roseluck submitted herself to the plant.

She drew a long ragged, hot breath when one of the vines curled itself around her leg. Suddenly she let out a sharp yelp. The vines still had thorns on them.

Roseluck looked down to see a thin trail of blood trickling to the floor, but it didn’t bother her in the slightest.

In fact the small cut was almost... pleasurable.

She could feel the poison that coursed through her veins, running down her spine and spreading across her limbs until the sensation filled her completely. It was a sort of tingling feeling, as if her whole body had fallen asleep and the blood was just beginning to return again.

The edges of her vision grew fuzzy but still she let out a surprised gasp when the thorns suddenly retracted from the vines. A slippery secretion oozed from the open pores, leaving slimy tendrils that connected her to the plant even when the vines pulled away to move up her body. Her tongue dangled carelessly from her mouth with the euphoria and excitement as they moved closer to the area between her legs. She let out a hot breath before they stopped completely.

“Hurry up.” Roseluck gulped, her dry tongue disappearing into her mouth before sliding across her shaking lips.

“Please.” she moaned.

The plant extended one of the vines that had previously been dormant and held it a couple of inches from her face. Roseluck knew exactly what it wanted and stuck out her tongue in an attempt to taste it. Her body stood paralyzed with the vines wrapped around her legs as a heavenly scent tickled her nose from the greenish liquid the vine was secreting. Her arousal doubled that very moment and suddenly all conscious thoughts were gone. All she wanted was that vine. In her mouth. In her pussy. In her ass. Rubbing against her. It didn’t matter.

Her strained groans echoed through the room as she struggled against the paralysis, reaching out her tongue as far as it would go. Finally the vine moved just enough for the tip of her tongue to graze it. The sugary taste instantly settled in her mouth, causing her to let out an excited moan. It was like the purest of honey drizzling down her chin. She could feel the viscous liquid as it slowly slid down her leg to pool on the ground.

“More.” she begged extending her tongue to slip across the tip of the vine. The instant the plant moved it closer Roseluck took a deep breath and pushed forward. The vine slid into the back of her mouth, tickling her throat with its nectar. Her tongue unconsciously swept across the foreign object, exploring every inch of it as the blissful taste completely filled her mouth. Even the smell that had excited her so much escalated in the air. Her body was alive with all of her senses being satisfied.

Roseluck closed her eyes in anticipation as she felt the vines wrapped around her legs beginning to move up. Her knees bent on their own in a desperate attempt to get them closer to her entrance, their slow ascent leaving a thick trail of goo in their wake. Violent shudders wracked her body when they finally grazed her mound. The vines slowly teased and caressed her, taunting her with the immeasurable pleasure that washed over her with every touch. She could feel her own moist secretions mixing with that of the plant’s and becoming slicker. It was like the plant was made to be with her.

The earth pony couldn’t help but gasp and tremble when one of the vines slid across the length of her backside, leaving a long strand of slime attached to her. Suddenly, and without warning, the plant dove into her, slithering and pushing into the deepest recesses of her body. Roseluck cried out under the immense pressure inside of her her but she was promptly silenced by the vine in her mouth taking the opportunity to push deeper into her throat. Saliva trailed from her mouth as her gagging tried to force it out. At the same time she felt the other ready itself just outside of her ass.

Roseluck gave a little whimper.

The vine thrust forward without any sympathy, stretching her without limit. She could feel her insides being rhythmically pulverized through the thin wall between her orifices. The vine in her mouth continued to press forward, choking her until the edges of her vision started to grow black. Then, for no obvious reason, the vine in her mouth pulled out. Roseluck collapsed on the floor with the sounds of her frantic breathing echoing across the room. Still the vines behind her kept their relentless assault against her backside.

Her short, quick inhales were followed by tireless groans of pleasure. No matter how she turned the vines forced themselves further into her, prodding themselves to the back of her body effortlessly with the slippery lube.

“Gah! Wait!” Roseluck tried to use her hooves to push the vines out as they mercilessly drove into her. The force of their pushing was enough to start sliding the earth pony against the floor with a high-pitched screech. Suddenly her eyes widened as she noticed the vine that had been in her mouth rearing around to position itself next to the other one in her pussy.

“No! No no no no! It’ll never fi-” her words were cut off with the squirming tentacle vigorously wiggling itself inside of her with unbeknownst strength.

“AaaaaAAAHHHHH!!!!” the sensation was overwhelming. She was being stretched impossibly far and still she felt pleasure from it. The venom from the plant still raced through her veins and shrouded her with a false ecstasy. But it was real to her.

Her screams were enough to shake her small house and wake half of Ponyville, yet the plant was unfazed. The three vines slid in and out of her with chaotic tempo until she could feel a surge of euphoria washing over her body. Just as the waves of pleasure engulfed her, the vines pulled out, leaving her unsatisfied body spasming against the hard floor.

Roseluck glowered at the plant with an unparalleled amount of loathing. It had just violated and raped her and hadn’t even had the decency to let her finish completely. It was then that the giant red bulb of the flower opened up, revealing an enormous phallic-like object bristling and throbbing with life.

Friends in Mind

“Cloudchaser?”

Cloudchaser let out a terrified yelp.

“What are you doing? Is everything alright?”

The voice boomed in her ears. Cloudchaser looked around, still caught in her stupor, as she recalled what had happened. Upon realizing where she was, she was far too embarrassed to face her friend.

“Uhmm... nothing.” she said quickly directing her eyes down to the cloud and running a nonchalant hoof over its silky texture.

Flitter stared at her with a confused expression.

“Are you sure? You look kind of pale... and wet.”

The cold drops of sweat that hung on her coat and sunk into her skin were hard to miss. Flitter circled her friend as she tried to piece together what happened. Her friend had never acted like this before. The silver pegasus refused to even turn around and look at her. Her cheeks had also lit up a deep red when she first saw her.

Suddenly Flitter gasped, holding her hoof over her mouth as she noticed the excess of fluid flowing from her friend’s backside.

“Oh my! Are you alright?! What happened? Did Soarin try to give you his special pie again? Some guys just can’t take a hint!”

“No, it’s alright.” Cloudchaser glanced at her friend before turning away again. “I uhmm... did this to myself.”

Flitter cocked her head.

“You did what now? Why would you...” she trailed off with the images that flashed in her mind. “Oh.”

The silver pegasus resting on the cloud buried her face in its pillowy fluff, her face becoming so hot that she thought it would melt off. She swore she could feel the vapor actually rising from the cloud boiling beneath her.

“Wait how did you...?” Flitter gracefully landed beside her friend.

“I can control clouds with my mind... you know, shape them and such.” Her face was still a glowing beacon of embarrassment.

“Oh you too!?” Flitter happily clapped her hooves together.

“Wait you have the gift too?” Cloudchaser wasn’t sure how to interpret her friend’s excitement.

“Yeah! Watch!”

The cloud suddenly rippled beneath the two ponies, causing Cloudchaser to let out an unexpected moan. She closed her eyes as she tried to control the heat rising inside of her again but Flitter had already caught on to what had happened.

“You know I never really thought of using my gift like that before.” Flitter awkwardly traced circles in the cloud in front of her.

“What do you mean?” Cloudchaser looked at her friend and then felt an abrupt bump behind her. The surprise sensation was enough to cause another moan to escape her.

“Oh!” she groaned hugging the cloud tightly for a moment. She turned back to see her friend wearing a keen smile.

“You know what I mean!” Flitter teased.

“I have no idea what you’re talking abo - Oh!” another nudge from the cloud sent her mind astray.

“Oh I think you do.” Flitter got up and moved behind her friend. “I think you just don’t want to tell me. Maybe you need a little convincing.”

Flitter spread the pegasus’s ass cheeks wide.

“Flitter! What are you doing! Ooooooohhhh.” Her protests were quickly silenced with the feeling of her friend’s tongue slowly grazing the length of her mound.

“This is so dirty.” she groaned, her legs automatically spreading wider.

“Mmm... then why are you grinding your hips into my face?”

Cloudchaser could feel the hot air from Flitter’s snort roll across her backside.

“I can’t... help... it...” her words came out in ragged pants which served to further her friend’s excitement.

Flitter grinned into the pegasus’s cunt.

Cloudchaser let out an exasperated shriek as she felt a tongue flick inside of her before a pair of lips sealed themselves around her and sucked at her clit. The slick tongue easily wriggled inside of her, the pegasus continuing to hold the suction around her pussy, while she moaned into the depths of her friend.

“Don’t stop!” the silver pegasus pleaded, pushing herself further back until her entire body trembled with near endless waves of pleasure. Flitter kept up her ravishing despite her friend’s whimpers turning to gasps to stop.

Cloudchaser was lost in a cycle of orgasms tearing through her; there was nothing she could do as she felt her eyes rolling back into her head and her body continuing to violently thrash for freedom that would never come.

Flitter gave a wicked smirk after her friend blacked out and collapsed before her.

“Ah! You didn’t even get the chance to return the favor!”

Her eyes struggled to focus. Something massive throbbed in front of her.

The room was still cloudy from the spores that obscured her vision of the gigantic plant sitting motionless on the countertop, but that didn’t stop Roseluck from absent-mindedly plodding towards it. The vines that had restrained her now slithered across the floor like restless snakes ready to strike. Her eyes were fixed on the cherry red stigma that rose from the spread petals of the flower, every transic step bringing her closer to complete and utter satisfaction.

Electricity jumped between her and the plant the moment she touched it, causing her to jolt and withdraw a little. The feeling was foreboding and exciting at the same time. It held her body in complete dominance yet promised her endless pleasure that only it could provide. She could feel the sparks instantly racing across her skin and down her hide until they settled around her clit, dancing and popping with excitement.

Roseluck let out a slow, hot breath, revelling in the fresh flood of moisture that engulfed her loins. Her knees buckled beneath her as she let the sensation overwhelm her.

The hypnotized earth pony was the spitting image of bliss, her back legs spread as wide as they go with her hips bucking wildly against an invisible force. Her front legs gave a violent shudder when the first waves of her orgasm hit, her ragged moans eventually turning into exhausted whimpers that trembled into the plant.

Somewhere through the yellow haze and her convulsions she saw the dark figure of the plant staring down at her. The phallic-like appendage still taunted her with its enormous throbbing shape and she couldn’t help but gather what was left of her strength to lean in and run a slow tongue up the length of it. She wanted to cradle it and love it with everything she had - to care for it and carry it inside of her.

With her entire body shaking and struggling to get up, Roseluck finally got to her hooves and climbed onto the counter. Slippery ooze coated her stomach as she unsuccessfully tried to mount the stigma over and over again. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t get any strength back in her legs. They wobbled and shook beneath her with the intensity of an earthquake every time she reared up and the motion of the plant against her wasn’t helping to subside her desire.

Suddenly she felt something sliding and grazing across her backside, its slimy texture instantly making her realize what it was. One of the vines was cradling her ass cheeks in its firm grip and was pushing her slowly up above the plant. The sensation of the phallus grazing across her nub was nearly enough to get her off again but as Roseluck looked down her face turned to complete horror.

There was no possible way it would fit.

The vines that had wrenched her open before had already pushed her body to its limits and this thing was at least three times as thick. The head of the flower-cock spurted out a glob of clear liquid as if in response to her thoughts but Roseluck was still mortified.

Fear gripped her as the vine that was holding her started to lower her down. Her entrance instantly clamped down and convulsed when the flower extract touched her and yet another orgasm overtook her. There was nothing she could do but seizure on the plant with her legs spread wide. Her body balanced awkwardly on the head of the stigma with the help of the vine behind her but there was no sign of her ever actually taking the cock inside her. It would take more than gravity to bring her down on it.

Then suddenly her orgasm faded and her vagina loosened just enough for the tip of the flower to stretch inside of her. The next moment the entire length of it was inside of her before she could clamp down again.

Wails of pain and pleasure broke the air as the skin around her stomach and groin was pulled taught. She could feel her hipbones being stretched apart from the inside to accommodate the size and the bulge against the inside of her belly bristled with a new sense of life.

Roseluck choked on the very idea of what was inside of her and struggled to her hooves as she gradually continued to sink down on it. Then without any warning her hooves slipped against the viscous fluid that coated the countertop and she found the phallus impaling her deeper than she ever could have imagined. Her mouth was locked in a silent scream that would never come as the plant began to vigorously pulse and shake before unloading an excess of mind-melting green nectar that promptly gushed through what was left of her hollow cavity.

The majority of the orgasmic liquid exploded between her already stretched-to-the-limit cunt and the hard cock that refused to budge. The force of the discharge against her clit was enough to send her into ecstatic shock, her body reverberating with every orgasm possible.

The endless cycles wracked through her with the cum streaming from her post orgasmic hole indefinitely.

Roseluck wasn’t sure if she’d ever wake up from her pleasure.

She wasn’t sure if she even wanted to.

Minty Fresh

The sound of her gloves squeaking against the stallion’s teeth sent a chill down her spine. It always did.

“Now how is that, Mr. Jenkins? Feeling better?” the unicorn panned around to look at her patient’s face who nodded in approval, his mouth still agape.

“Good. Now you just lay perfectly still...” Colgate’s face scrunched into a focused stare as she worked.

The deep brown stallion flexed beneath the leather straps that held him down.

“There’s nothing to worry about. Just endure a little longer.” the unicorn did her best to hurry up the process of running the polisher across his teeth.

“And... Done! You’re free to go Mr. Jenkins!”

The stallion looked up at her with a relieved expression as she undid the straps.

“Thank you so much!” he said rubbing the red bands that circled his hooves.

“Anytime Mr. Jenkins! You make sure to keep those pearly whites brushed and flossed!”

“I sure will.”

Mr. Jenkins sat up in the chair, his muscles rippling, and for a brief moment Colgate found herself wanting to push him back down and tie him up again.

The look on her face must have been obvious because the stallion looked at her curiously, but Colgate just waved him off before going to the mirror to look at herself.

“What was that about?” she asked herself when she was sure that Mr. Jenkins had left. The frown on her face offered no form of explanation but the memories started to flood back to her.

She had always enjoyed being in control. She liked the feeling of somepony being helpless beneath her. They would have to do whatever she asked and be completely submissive. Perhaps that’s the reason she became a dentist.

It’s not that she particularly liked causing pain either. There was just something about punishing somepony for misbehaving that got her off. She liked to watch them squirm in her chair with every movement of the drill. No matter how hard they struggled they wouldn’t be able to get free.

But then what would it be like if she were on the other side? To be helpless and unable to do anything while somepony had their way with her?

The opposing side seemed to excite her just as much. What if she was held down and forced to be pleasured? The very idea made her legs go limp and a warm fuzzy feeling to radiate out from her core.

But then what if she was the one to force pleasure on somepony else?

Colgate looked into the mirror with cold, dominating eyes only to see that the unicorn staring back at her had a soft, submissive smile.

“Sit down.” she suddenly commanded from the empty room.

Colgate did as she was told, timidly laying back on the padded chair.

“Now spread your legs.”

The unicorn followed her own instructions, gasping a little when she felt the familiar hoof graze her hood.

Her face suddenly became worried and she closed her eyes.

“What are you going to do with me?”

The words bounced around the empty room for a few moments before the voice in her head responded.

Anything I want.

Colgate shuddered at the thought.

The unicorn reached for the silver tool that was resting on the small table right beside her head. The light blue aura of her magic levitated it down between her legs and she felt the cold metal slide against her folds.

“Oooh.” she shivered angling her hips away.

The round dome of the polisher sparked to life and ground into her flesh with the unmistakable vibrations that she was so used to hearing. Colgate whimpered and thrashed her hips from side to side to relieve the pressure that was building on her nub but she was still too far from her ultimate pleasure. Her body wasn’t anywhere near ready yet and she could already feel her flesh reeling and sticking to the device until her clit was sore.

Just then she felt her magic extending out further to levitate another tool towards her.

Even though she knew what was coming it didn’t help relieve the forcefulness of it happening. With a devastating cry she felt the high-pressured water sting against her clit and shower her vagina in moisture. Her body instinctively recoiled from the sudden spray and bucked wildly against the unrelenting stream. The polisher began driving even harder into her until she felt the spray from the long plastic hose beginning to move closer.

A sharp squeal pierced the air when the stream finally entered her. A moment of clarity held her in place while she felt her insides being filled with the water. Then it was over as the liquid came gushing out through her folds, stretching her until it almost hurt.

Take it

“Yes master!” Colgate shrieked. “Please!”

The unicorn didn’t even know what she was begging for but the very thought sent ecstatic waves rushing through her. Her legs quivered uncontrollably from the pressure radiating out from her center. Her slick tunnel clamped down on the plastic hose as if to keep it from falling out while it continued to pummel her insides until finally her will was no more and she cried out.

“I’m cumming!”

The dominant side of her had completely given way to her primal submissive nature that just begged to be used. She thrashed violently on the table like a fish out of water, spewing her lubricant across the room while her eyes rolled back in her head. Her convulsions were just beginning to subside when the plastic hose slipped out of her, bringing on another torrent of orgasms that swept across her senses and consumed her.

Time seemed to stand still while the mare laid awkwardly on the chair with her mouth agape. A thin string of drool hung from the corner of her mouth and wiggled with each passing shake that still wracked her body.

“Wake up sleepy head!”

The gentle voice hung in the air for a moment until Cloudchaser remembered what had happened.

“Flitter? Where am I?”

“We’re back at my house! I spent all that time making sure you had a good time and then you went and passed out on me!” The silver pegasus gave a playful hop as she spoke, a devilish grin quickly coming over her face. “I didn’t even get my turn!”

“Your tur - ?” Cloudchaser was cut off when her friend suddenly lunged forward to lock their mouths together. Their tongues danced and darted between them until finally Flitter pulled away.

“Yes, my turn.” she said teasingly.

Cloudchaser grinned back, pulling her hooves up only to find that they were chained to the floor where she lay.

“What’s going on?!” her voice squeaking with panic.

“Oh don’t worry, just a precaution.” Flitter winked slyly.

“Precaution for what?” Cloudchaser’s voice still quivered uneasily.

“To make sure I get my turn this time. I get to go first.”

The silver pegasus chained to the floor struggled for a moment before accepting that her friend would never hurt her.

“Now,” Flitter moved back over her friend, drawing a tongue across her cheek and gently nipping at her ear. “I want you to do something special for me.”

“And what would that be?” Cloudchaser looked innocently up at the mare straddling her.

“I want you to eat me.”

“Eat you? I don’t understand?”

Flitter giggled at the innocence of her friend.

“No, silly! I want you to lick me... down there.”

Even though she thought of herself as being a very promiscuous pegasus, Flitter still couldn’t help but blush at the idea.

“Uhm... okay, I guess.” Cloudchaser shuffled uneasily against her restraints.

Flitter didn’t waste another second before stepping forward and squatting over her friend’s face.

“Stick out your tongue.” she commanded.

Cloudchaser obliged, instantly feeling the moisture run down her tongue.

“It tastes kind of sweet.” she murmured.

“Good... put your tongue inside.” Flitter tried to control her hips from involuntarily diving down.

“Like this?” Cloudchaser’s muffled voice resounded from below.

“Yessss!”

Cloudchaser winced as drops of moisture began to fall on her face. Then she paused, not knowing what she was supposed to do next.

“Now... move your tongue in and out.” Flitter tried to steady her voice between the waves of pleasure that were slowly beginning to build up.

“OH!” she gasped after feeling her friend pull out her tongue and use it to gingerly flick across her clit. “Ahaha - do that again!”

The silver pegasus straddling her friend did her best to restrain herself but even she couldn’t keep from grabbing the back of her friend’s head and forcing it forward.

“Harder!” she moaned driving the sloppy mare’s mouth all across her pussy.

“Mmm you like tha -”

“Don’t stop!” Flitter almost pleaded, stifling her friend’s words by forcing her face back into her sopping wet juices. “Right there! Right there! AAAAHHHHH!”

Cloudchaser pulled away as she was bombarded with a flood of squirting fluid that coated her eyes and mouth.

“Sorry about that.” Flitter apologized after the tremors had faded away and she realized that her friend was still chained down and couldn’t wipe the extract from her eyes.

“Is that it?” the silver pegasus looked around curiously before motioning to her restraints.

“Oh we haven’t even started yet.”

The Puppetmaster

Nurse Redheart pushed back into the tent without any regard for her own safety. The coughing around her was nearly deafening and she found it hard to focus with the thin material constantly flapping in the violent wind outside. It was almost as if the polyester walls were breathing with the suffering ponies that lay writhing inside, each gust of wind dying down to let the painful racking start up again.

“Please help.”

The feeble voice came from her side. It belonged to a young white colt who looked up at her with bloodshot eyes as if he hadn’t slept in days. The fatigue was even more obvious when he was unable to keep his eye contact with the snow white pony and let his heavy eyelids droop.

Nurse Redheart sighed with a frustration that only a caretaker could know. She knew she couldn’t help these ponies, but she also knew she didn’t have to. This was nothing more than a routine sickness that washed over Equestria every spring and made the majority of the population sick. And of course this meant that half the population thought they were dying and needed the health care providers to go out of their way to make them “feel better”. It was truly a waste of her time since the princesses had decided that nopony should have to pay to be healthy.

“I can’t feel my legs.”

The nurse pony rolled her eyes as she looked over at the teal pegasus struggling to get a glimpse at her hind legs from the cot.

“You’re okay.” Nurse Redheart cooed in a motherly voice as if she had done it a thousand times this morning - which she had.

“No you don’t understand! I’m really sick!” The teal pegasus whined as if she were on death row.

“Can I get you anything?” The nurse mare asked politely.

“Save me! I don’t want to die!”

“You’re going to be fine. Just wait for the doctor to get here and then he’ll help you.”

“When is he coming?! I’m so scared!” The pegasus continued to stammer and almost burst into tears.

“He’s not coming anytime soon because there’s a hundred other ponies just like you who won’t shut the bu -”

Nurse Redheart grumbled between clenched teeth, hoping the other pony wouldn’t be able to hear her, when suddenly she was interrupted by a sharp slap to her backside. The red hoofprint she could feel burning on her flank was mirrored by the crimson on her face.

“Hey tootse! You forget about me?”

The giant smile on the face of the unicorn lying on the cot behind her didn’t fade one bit as the nurse snapped around and gave him the coldest death-glare she could muster. He beamed up at her with a wry grin still plastered across his face, his body showing none of the signs of the sickness the other ponies all around him had.

“No I didn’t forget about you,” Nurse Redheart spat through grinding teeth, “I just have other ponies I need to take care of besides you.”

“Well you can ‘take care of me’ anytime.” The colt really thought he was smooth as he gave a sly wink to emphasize his point.

“Oh I’ll take care of you.” The chill in the mare’s voice drew the attention of every other pony in the room. For a brief moment the sound of coughing had completely stopped. They all watched on as the nurse clenched down on the colt’s ear with her teeth and dragged him protesting away into another room of the tent.

The coughing resumed again as soon as she zipped the flap closed, sealing the two inside. Curious eyes all struggled to contain their coughing fits in order to watch the silhouettes just barely noticeable through the thin material.

“So you like being the big stallion who all the mares flock to, don’t you?” The nurse hissed while keeping her gaze locked to his.

“Well… I… uh…”

The colt stammered while trying to shrug uneasily away. His limbs stayed fixed in place despite his obvious attempts to wiggle in place. Suddenly his eyes grew wide with the realization that he was paralyzed. Not just fear paralyzed but actually full body physically paralyzed. He meagerly looked up at the blood red stare of the nurse, already pleading forgiveness for his actions.

The nurse’s unflinching crimson irises danced like two bowls of bloodied water as they held him in place.

“I’m sorry!”

The apology came quicker than she thought. She could feel the terrified unicorn shuddering beneath her grasp, his every muscle trembling to be let free. The blood coursed through each tiny artery, racing faster and faster with the frantic rhythm of his pulsating heart.

Curious and morbid thoughts danced through the mare’s head, wondering just what she should do with her newfound slave. She had never had such total control over anything in her life. The life-giving fluid which surged across his body betrayed his limbs as he suddenly started to step towards the nurse. His walk was eerily zombie-like, unsteady and awkward, with each stride heightening his fear.

It wasn’t until he was face-to-face with the puppet master pulling his strings that he nearly broke down into pitiful grovelling. He tried to speak but he had no control over his mouth. His gums opened unexpectedly to let the lifeless tongue inside loll out and dangle there. It gave a few halfhearted twitches before rising up to writhe and squirm as if it had a mind of its own.

Nurse Redheart focused intently on the movements she was inducing, learning quickly what she had to do in order to get the responses she wanted. She gave a pleased grin with her work when her thoughts suddenly turned carnal.

What would it feel like to have that wet, undulating sensation across her most sensitive areas?

The mare’s white cheeks lit up a bright red as she fantasized, temporarily forgetting about the mortified colt in front of her.

“HEL - !”

His plea for help was quickly silenced by the nurse’s prompt regain of control, but it was still enough to draw a few more heads from outside who were all quizzically watching the actions of the silhouettes through the thin wall.

“Uh uh uh,” Nurse Redheart snickered, “you’ve been very bad.”

She reveled in the dry gulp the helpless colt took as she moved closer to his ear and whispered.

“You need to be punished.”

The mare took a step back again to study the fear and confusion that washed over his face. There was nothing she enjoyed more than exerting her dominance on an unwilling host.

Well maybe one thing.

“Please your master.” The white pony purred giving a captivating twirl to reveal her flawless backside. An uncertain whinny broke through her control of the colt as she slowly lifted her elegant tail to reveal the soft, pearly lips and supple button which peaked out between them.

The unicorn looked up skeptically for a moment, his tongue still hanging beneath his open mouth. The sweet scent of the aroused mare before him drowned his senses in bewilderment at what was happening. Despite not having control over the blood in his own body he could still feel the need for it to pool in his groin.

“You heard me.” The mare commanded sticking her ass in the air and giving it a little shake. She reinforced her control over the colt, forcing his gaping mouth forward until it was firmly planted on her cunt in a sensual kiss. The tingling sensation of her moisture dripping down her clit and slathering his tongue elicited an excited moan from her. She pressed harder against his face, the wet appendage sliding up her folds and spreading her open slightly. It was almost enough for her to break her concentration, but she knew better this time.

The red in her eyes shifted as she directed her thoughts back to the wiggling tongue, exerting her command over the limp appendage again. The colt snorted in defiance, his hot breath washing over her round ass cheeks. The tip of the wet member circled her button several times before giving it a quick flick that forced a satisfied groan from the mare. This was better than being with a stallion, this way she could do exactly what she wanted.

The nurse couldn’t help but tease herself a bit more as her ecstasy grew, wagging her hips back and forth to force the unicorn’s snout into her eager pussy. She could feel his heated breaths filling her insides, followed shortly after by the cold rush of air that he inhaled through the sides of his lips that were still plastered to her sopping wet cunt. The stimuli of having the disobedient colt’s nose buried inside of her mixed with the continued movements of his tongue against her clit finally sent her over the edge.

Nurse Redheart did her best to stifle her moans of pleasure while her body quaked all around her. The thought of the ponies just outside witnessing what happened and watching her convulsing shadow excited her even more and she threw her head back in one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced. Her ecstasy was heightened even more by the sounds of the unicorn behind her coughing and sputtering as her fluids erupted across his face and through his nose until he collapsed gasping for breath at her hooves.

The mare finally stood up after her waves of pleasure had subsided and she could feel her legs again. A triumphant smile spread across her face at the defeated colt still panting on the ground, his nose and mouth leaking trails of lady-cum. She was just about to tidy herself up and go back to work when she noticed the protruding black member that was stretched across the ground.

“No.” Nurse Redheart stated firmly.

The colt gave a startled yelp as the blood instantly rushed back into his body, returning his penis to its soft sheath.

Spit-Roasted

The warm air gleaned across her stomach and twirled into the vacuum the mare was leaving in her wake. Her fire-red tail whipped viciously behind her, the tears welling in the corners of her eyes as she dove straight down through the clouds towards the ground. She could feel the pressure growing inside her once more and deep down she knew that her normal routine would not be enough to satisfy her this time. She needed something special, something that would top all the other thrills.

Spitfire continued traversing the mountainous landscape with her eyes peeled for any movement down below. Her heart raced knowing the danger of the territory she was entering. If she had any hope of surviving she would have to spot it and approach it before it noticed her. The sky was cold and calm as her orange eyes searched tirelessly like a hawk’s, but still there was no sign of movement. It was hard to believe that something so large had adapted itself for near perfect camouflage in the surrounding canyons.

The pegasus was just happy she had decided to wear her competition Wonderbolts jumpsuit today. The blue of the spandex that hugged her body so intimately concealed her stature seamlessly with the open sky so that anything that was looking up would only notice the faint red and orange blur of her mane and tail.

Finally she caught a glimpse of hope in the distance - the overarching craggy formation that bore into the hillside.

Spitfire landed with a powerful thud despite her best efforts to remain silent. The dust was still settling when the pegasus drew a short breath at the site before her. The cave was immense, more of a cavern really, that stretched into the depths of the earth until fading to black far beyond the range of her vision. The entrance had to have been more than fifty ponies tall and twice as wide. Broad spear-like stalactites hung from the ceiling resembling a ghastly maw ready to swallow the little mare whole.

A monumental home for a monumental beast.

The earth rattled beneath her hooves from whatever stirred inside the unyielding darkness just past her vision, a faint glimmer here and there betraying its movements. Her presence had obviously disturbed its slumber. An armor plated neck covered in spines reeled up through the black, the head it was attached to sneering down at the little pegasus. Deafening thuds battered the landscape, threatening to topple the entrance of the cave, as the monster quickly covered the distance between them. It paid no attention to the multitude of stalactites which broke from the ceiling only to shatter uselessly against its plated flesh.

A behemoth before her, its growl shook the very ground beneath her hooves. The air whistled past her with every hurricane-like breath it took as the green halos in its eyes focused onto her figure. It could sense her fear. She was helpless – and yet she knew that she was in complete control.

The beast was still intimidating despite her relief in knowing that it would not harm her just yet. Dragons were notorious for playing with their food far longer than they should. Although many of them were able to sustain themselves on gems alone, many did not have such luxuries and took pride in their carnivorous instincts.

The intensity of the dragon’s predatory stare made it obvious that it wasn’t looking for a conversation either.

Spitfire winced at the adrenaline-crazed stupor that had brought her here. She truly had to be insane to attempt this.

“You don’t look so tough!” She bellowed at the top of her lungs, not sure if her meager voice could carry far enough for the behemoth to hear her.

The rumbling that vibrated her very bones removed any doubt that it had heard her.

“Well?” She challenged. “Are you just going to let me get away?”

The dragon’s sudden annoyed roar threw her off balance and battered her eardrums until she was nearly at the point of passing out, the wave of sound staggering her so much that it was actually painful just to move. Spitfire managed to glance up just as the air above her head rushed towards the beast. Her vision was almost entirely obscured by the wild flapping of her mane in front of her face, but she knew what was coming next.

The first heated gust of air raspily enveloped her in its midsts, its sulfuric odor suffocating her. A split second later she felt the brunt of the attack consume her entire body in flames.

This is what she had been waiting for.

The pegasus’s gift finally revealed itself as the dragon’s fire erupted around her into a torrential inferno, spinning and dancing in Equestria’s most dangerous ballet. Spitfire focused all of her efforts into maintaining control over the unstable element while keeping a healthy amount of attention on the beast that was still breathing it.

There was something very special about dragon fire. It certainly wasn’t the same as the wood-burning fireplace Spitfire had back at the Wonderbolt’s academy. This fire ignited the air and drew ever closer to her, tempting her with promises of forbidden pleasure if she gave in. It had a mind of its own. Every other flame she had encountered couldn’t care less for her existence, humoring her obsession just long enough for it to finally be extinguished.

Spitfire looked around her again at the unbridled lover ready to unleash itself on her delicate form. She gasped as she let it in closer, urging it to feel her.

The flames licked up and down her legs as if caressing her. She could feel the tantalizing heat rising and stroking her most intimate regions, adding to her own simmering arousal. It was unbearable how it teased her. The crackling warmth breathed across her flesh in waves of harsh whispers that threatened to take her at any moment. The sound of sizzling vapors hissed beneath her with the onset of her growing arousal.

“Yes…” She shuddered under the trance-like ecstasy that had consumed her.

The dragon stopped its assault to peer down curiously at the strange pegasus that was enjoying playing with the fire.

“Yes…” Spitfire moaned again spreading her legs. The wavering ends of the flames that scaled her legs crackled and popped just before the entrance to her hips, causing the mare to spread her legs wider and force herself down instinctively.

The heat washed over her flank instantly like hands slapping her toned ass cheeks, her puckered hole tightening reflexively. The tendrils of fire that licked at her rear entrance reminded her of fingers snapping just a hair’s width away and for some reason this excited her to no bound. Her muscles clenched and loosened with each attempted invasion of her neglected behind while at the same time the waves of heat below her were tickling the length of her vagina, paying extra attention to the little nub at the top.

The helpless mare was lost in a sea of pleasure from all sides when suddenly she felt some particularly hot sensations prodding at her nether regions. Uncertain of what was about to happen, she tightly clenched all of her orifices to keep the superheated ethereal fire out of her. The heat was almost physical as it pushed against the opening of her ass and cunt in unison.

Spitfire maintained her resolve against the penetrations until the one against her ass abruptly pressed especially hard, causing her to clench her butthole tighter to keep it out. Her momentary change in focus was just enough for the fire-cock positioned at her pussy to slip all the way into her depths. The mare yelped in surprise at the sudden invasion, loosening her asshole enough for the second fire-cock to plunge into her.

The dragon watched on at the silent scream that was trying to escape from the pony’s gaping mouth. It was obviously amusing for him to watch this little insect be gangbanged by these inanimate beings.

The pegasus was frozen in her position, her ass and pussy spread open by centient flames, her tongue dangling from her open mouth, when she felt a familiar heat caress her face. Just as she was starting to get used to the intrusions lodged in her hips a third fire-cock swiftly buried itself in her throat.

Even though the heat of the flames didn’t hurt her, she could still feel the firmness of their motionless appendages inside her. Tears began to well in her eyes as she struggled to breathe through the obstruction in her throat.

Relief was the first thing that popped into her mind when all three fire-cocks pulled out slightly, but the feeling was immediately replaced with her first mind-numbing orgasm that wracked her body as they thrust back into her all at once. Any thoughts she had were completely erased when her holes were filled and used from every end.

The thrusting stayed in rhythm for a bit until they each broke off into their own patterns, prompting the mare’s second soul-wrenching orgasm.

Spitfire quickly lost track of time as her entire body submitted to the abuse from the flames, cumming multiple times throughout the span of several hours. Her ragged body was thrown back and forth between the tempos of her masters until she felt the change beginning to well up in their thrusts. She tried to cry out but the liquid hot plasma had already begun exploding out from their fiery cocks, injecting impossible levels of heat into her core. Her entire body glowed as the ropes of heat essence coated every wall of her insides and melted away the limits of her ecstasy. The pegasus violently shook in the throes of what was quite possibly the most intense orgasm anypony had ever experienced.

With that the flames dissipated into a burst of invisible heat waves that disappeared into the atmosphere. The mare still lay on the ground, shuddering in endless amounts of pleasure that was slowly beginning to ebb away back to reality.

Consciousness finally returned to her body, her eyes rolling back from the back of her skull. The first thing her deleriyes gaze caught was the throbbing member of the dragon staring intently down at her. It was about twice the size of her.

Spitfire whimpered.

“Oh fuck.”