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Equestria Apocalyptica

Part 5 - Corruption

A strange, hesitant pall had laid heavy over Equestria for some time. The disasters that had struck the world had seemingly ended, and somehow, their kingdom had been passed by - largely untouched - while the neighboring lands burned. Nopony could quite believe it, and for weeks, they walked with their heads lowered, waiting for the other horseshoe to drop. But even such fear could not last forever, and as the days ticked by, a faint hope began to bubble up from amongst the grief and fear, growing ever-larger.

Two weeks after the last reported disaster, it had reached full size, and the atmosphere in Ponyville - and, indeed, in all of Equestria - had switched from nervous to elated. In Ponyville, the ever-bubbly Pinkie Pie was, of course, helping along the festive mood with great parties and celebrations, chasing away the last phantoms of fear. Expeditions were being sent out from Canterlot Castle to inspect the neighboring lands and ascertain whether it was safe for the refugees who had fled across Equestria's perplexingly safe borders to begin to return home. The mood was high all around... though not in quite the way it had been before the bad times.

During those dark months, as pestilence, war, famine and death seemed to be striking everywhere at once, ponies had been forced to live in the now, not knowing if the next disaster would land on their doorstep. Many had sought comfort in the embrace of their fellow ponies, drowning their fears in the pleasures of the flesh, knowing that waiting would be folly. And now that the fear had drifted away, many of them found it only natural to celebrate in the same way. A certain attitude of ribaldry had spread, helped along by the increasingly mature tone of Pinkie Pie's parties, and the new line-up of the Carousel Boutique.

Rarity had, after all, abandoned her waning dress-making business during the troubled times, and had instead found significant success selling saucy lingerie and 'adult' toys - a business she seemed disinclined to stop. Her own fashion-choices had certainly gained a certain new 'edge', everyone agreed, but while some found it outrageous, others decided that her eye-catching 'rear jewelry' was quite fetching, and insisted that it was in the nature of 'fresh, daring fashion' to be perceived as sordid by the uninitiated. Enough said, her business was doing quite well, and seemed to be doing its part to make the local ponies a bit less... restrained.

Even the young colts and fillies at the local school were sensing that something was different. Most of them had no idea what was going on, and wrote off their parents and older siblings' changing behavior as simple relief at things looking up. But three young fillies suspected more. The Cutie-Mark Crusaders - Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo - had noticed strange changes in the behavior of a number of older ponies just BEFORE the world had stopped being so darned depressing, and it was provoking their curiosity. And so, they gathered in their secret base - AKA their clubhouse - to discuss what they knew.

"So, your big sister really won't tell you anything, huh?" Scootaloo said with an annoyed wrinkling of her nose. "That's totally unfair! We're the ones who told HER that Rarity had started acting odd, and now SHE'S acting odd too, but won't tell US..." Apple Bloom shook her head sadly, the large bow on the back of her mane drooping. "Nope. And it's spreading, too. Big Macintosh seems to be spending a whole lot of time together with her now, and not just when they're in the fields... but neither one of 'em will tell me what's going on. Last time I asked, big sis just mussed up my mane and told me that I'd understand when I was older."

Sweetie Belle snorted. "That stuff again? Why's everypony always telling us to wait? It's like the way they keep saying that we need to 'just wait' for our Cutie Marks'. Like we've got time for that!" She suddenly blinked, then narrowed her eyes. "Heeeeey... wait a minute..." The three young ponies stiffened as they looked around at each other, following the thread of Sweetie Belle's thought to its conclusion. "You really think whatever they're all hiding has something to do with Cutie Marks?" asked Scootaloo, biting her hoof. "I dunno... but it COULD be. The parallels are hard to ignore. I mean, Cutie Marks write your destiny, like MY big sister's dress-shop, right? But ever since she started acting strange, she won't let me help her in the store anymore - or even VISIT it." Sweetie Belle frowned as she talked, remembering how annoyed she'd been when her dear sister, Rarity, had banned her from the store even though she hadn't done ANYTHING wrong... recently.

The three fillies grinned at each other. Certainly, the evidence was mounting. And if Cutie Marks were involved, the Cutie Mark Crusaders couldn't sit idly by. Sticking their heads together, plans began to form. "All right, then - it's agreed. You two need to try and nose in on what your sisters are up to. I'll try to get something out of Rainbow Dash - she's the coolest pony around, so if anyone's gonna be willing to talk, it's her." Scootaloo took charge as always, and the other two nodded in agreement. The weekend began the next day, and if they spent it well, at least ONE of them was bound to find out something useful.

The next day, Sweetie Belle stealthily infiltrated the Carousel Boutique. It was significantly harder than it should have been, really. The big display-windows in the front had been blacked out, and now only bore silhouettes of rearing stallions and crouching mares - that sort of thing - made in various gems. Spike - who hadn't shrunk back to his old size despite the diminishing levels of worry, for some reason - guarded the front door, and shooed away any too-young ponies who tried to enter. But the back door, leading into Rarity's private rooms, was another matter. Belle had visited her there since she was banned from the store itself, and had noted that Rarity locked the doors leading out into the shop floor AND up to her 'creative' room when she was there. But she probably didn't do that while she was working in the store by herself... and she also did not know that Sweetie Belle knew where she hid her spare key to the back door.

Of course, there was a small catch... the door from Rarity's chambers and out into the main store was right next to the counter where Rarity herself would be standing when the shop was open. So after sneaking into the private room, Belle carefully pushed open the door out into the shop by JUST a tiny bit, and looked out through the crack to see if the coast was clear. The shop looked rather different than she remembered - lamps in the ceiling were spreading a soft, wan light throughout the floor, to compensate for the loss of natural sunlight that blacking out the front windows had caused. The display mannequins were still there, but the dresses they were wearing seemed to involve a lot less fabric than she remembered - and several rows of high shelves had been added. A couple of ponies were browsing amongst them, and Rarity herself was at the counter, smiling broadly. Every now and then, her horn would glow for a second, and she'd make a little jump, as if something had poked her.

Sweetie Belle's chance came when a rather timid-sounding mare called from the right side of the store. "Excuse me... do you have this in a smaller size?" Rarity's head immediately swiveled, and as she left the counter to go help her customer, Belle snuck out, carefully closing the door quietly behind her before zooming into cover behind one of the shelves. Then, finally, she was able to take a good look at what the store was stocking these days. Lining the shelves, she found, were various strange, leg-like objects, with a dizzying array of sizes, shapes and colors. Some of them had handles on the base, like they were supposed to be held between someone's teeth. Others had odd, three-pointed belts attached to their base, suggesting that they were supposed to be strapped on to something. Several others ended in large gems, some of which glowed with magical power.

It didn't make much sense at first, but some of the pricier-looking ones were in gift-boxes that bore interesting illustrations. Ponies on TOP of other ponies. It looked strange and uncomfortable, but Sweetie Belle's imagination and curiosity was rapidly being caught up in the odd displays. The whole store had a strange atmosphere, and an unfamiliar scent hung there. It was making her feel strangely hot, especially around her face. However, something was still missing. A last piece of the puzzle. Everything she was seeing was very interesting, but she couldn't connect it to anything the could understand.

Then she turned a corner and spotted a young stallion - perhaps a year or two younger than her big sister - browsing the aisles. He was a handsome young pegasus, and right now he was staring at one of the large, leg-like objects while grinning in a very odd way. Sneaking closer, she heard him talking under his breath. "Oh yes... this'll fill up her ass just FINE... and then she'll REALLY be screamin' while I ream out her pussy." The words meant little to Sweetie Belle, though she did recognize 'ass' as being a rude term for someone's rump - a colt at school had gotten cuffed on the ear by Miss Cheerilee for using it once. However, she SAW something that made everything click.

Under the young stallion's flanks, something was dangling, right between his hind legs. It looked almost like a fifth leg, actually, but the shape was a bit different, and it didn't reach the ground. Her eyes panned to the shelves. The odd things lined up there... some of them were different, but most of them were shaped the same way. Combined with the illustrations she'd seen, it all started to fit together. "Huh?" She looked up, jumping slightly. The young stallion had spotted her, and now he was looking right down at her! She took a half-step back, but then froze. If she ran away, he'd just tell Rarity, and then she'd be in trouble. And besides... the way he was grinning, and that odd look in his eyes, was making her feel even stranger than before.

"Well, what's a pretty young filly like you doing in a place like this? Trying to sneak a peek, maybe? Heh. I doubt YOU'RE for sale, anyway." The words made Sweetie Belle blink. Yeah... her older sister, Rarity, WAS selling all this stuff - and from the looks of things, turning quite a profit! She was still fuzzy on the details, but this was obviously a real career - a job - and one she hadn't tried yet, during her various experiments with the Cutie Mark Crusaders. "Why, would you wanna buy me if I was?" The words slipped out of her mouth before she knew it, and the young stallion raised his head with a look of surprise. Then he lowered it again, licking his lips while his eyes burned. "Well, well... what a precocious little filly. You DO have a very lovely voice on you, I'll grant you that much. And you ARE very pretty... so I suppose... yeah, I would."

She grinned. Other ponies often complimented her voice - Scootaloo had even called it 'awesome', and others had suggested that she should become a singer. But she was too shy to sing in front of a whole audience. "Why, thank you... so... uhh..." She wasn't really sure what came next, but the stallion helpfully pointed at one of the nearby changing-rooms with one wing. The curtains in front of them were significantly thicker, longer and heavier than she remembered them, sealing them off completely. She could hear oddly muffled sounds from some of them, but there were still a couple that stood empty. "How 'bout in there, my little pony? Nice and private." Grateful that the older and more knowledgeable pony was taking the lead, she smiled, nodded, and trotted towards an open changing-room.

Once they were inside, he pulled the curtain shut, and the sounds from the store outside disappeared. She could still hear the sounds of the neighboring stalls, though - even clearer now. Strange moans and thumps and little whinnies. She glanced at the floor-length mirror that covered the back wall, making sure her mane and tail were perfectly styled - as she habitually did whenever she passed a mirror - and shook her tail a bit to get a better view of it. The stallion behind her chuckled loudly, and she spotted his odd grin in the mirror as well. "Eager to earn your pay, aren't you? I like that in a filly - by all means, let's get started."

Then, his large body was on top of her, covering her, his chest pushing her head towards the ground while his forelegs landed in front of her. It was just like the pictures she'd seen! She could also feel something poking her in the behind - specifically, that place she peed from. It had been feeling strange and tingly since she started browsing through the store, and the feeling of something thick and hot pushing against it was only reinforcing the unfamiliar sensation. She heard the stallion chuckling again, directly above her. "Already wet, huh? REAL precocious, it seems. Well, makes things easier, to be sure..."

The pressure behind her redoubled, creating a strange sensation of tension, like something was pulling her apart. Pain shot through her suddenly-shaky rear legs, and she halfway opened her mouth to cry out at the sudden discomfort. Then, she heard some muffled voices through the curtain - she couldn't make out the words, but one of the voices was definitely her older sister. If Rarity caught her here like this, she'd be in soooo much trouble! Clamping her lips shut again, she concentrated on breathing through her nose, willing the pain to go away.

To her surprise, it did - well, sort of. It was gradually fading, leaving behind a weird feeling of tightness and fullness. Something was INSIDE her - something thick and hot. The clues she'd picked up out in the store were coming together into a full image. This was what it meant when one pony got on top of another! Apparently, colts and stallions had tools like that between their legs, and they went into the mare's peehole! What a revelation! Along with it came the simple conclusion that, since some ponies apparently paid for imitation-versions to use on themselves, it had to be a GOOD thing.

Careful to keep her voice low and throaty, she whispered up to the stallion who was covering her body with his own. "Hey, mister... are you having fun?" He snorted in reply. "Damn straight I am... ugh... you're SO tight! Heh... suppose you would be, cute young thing like you. Would've taken you for a virgin if I didn't know better. I wonder how much I can even get inside..." He bucked, and she felt the pressure inside her rise again, the hot presence inside her going deeper. Well, that sealed it - apparently, this was some sort of fun that only grown-up ponies were supposed to have, and it just hurt a bit because she was too little. THAT was why Applejack had told Apple Bloom to wait 'till she was older. But the pain was disappearing... and instead, she was starting to feel good.

The odd sensation that had filled her since she'd entered the store, bolstered by the excitement of doing something so clearly 'forbidden', was coalescing into something more solid. The alien presence inside her - pushing against her, radiating heat, pulsing slightly - felt strangely RIGHT. As the discomfort faded, she could feel more and more of it. The veins covering the smooth surface. The contours of the flat, slanted head, deep inside her. Her body was struggling with it, sure, but it wasn't trying to push it out - instead, her body was trying to accommodate it, stretching and warping to do so.

And so, she held out, breathing deeply to calm herself as she felt an unfamiliar pleasure rise to blot out the remaining pain. It was like the feeling she got from eating chocolate, but many times stronger. Her whole body felt hot, though nowhere more so than the place between her legs where the thick tool was forcing its way inside her, stretching her open. Her breathing was rapidly turning into panting as she felt the heat overtake her, and her rump started shifting, seemingly on its own - moving back and forth. She heard the stallion grunt above her - a slightly choked sound. "Hunh... half my shaft, and you still want more? Damn... guess that's a pro for ya."

He pushed forwards again, and this time, she felt him hit something inside her - something she didn't even know she had. It was a strange, spongy feeling, like something was absorbing the force of the thrust. He groaned above her. "Gah... that's the bottom, eh? Right where you wanted me - couldn't stop 'till there wasn't a millimeter left to give, huh? Right little whore, you are. Well, no worries - I ain't gonna hold back or nothin'." She barely understood what he was talking about, and couldn't think of any kind of reply, so she just moaned slightly. It seemed like the thing to do, somehow. Then, he started to move again - pulling back - and for a moment, she thought that was it. She only just had enough time to regret that it was over already, however, before he thrust back into her with all his strength.

Her young body shook under the force of the thrust, and many more quickly followed. As he'd promised, he wasn't holding anything back to account for her youth, and the friction in her tight young snatch seemed to light her body on fire. The building pressure inside of her emerged in the form of drawn-out moans and whinnies, vibrating between the hard walls of the changing-room. The sound seemed to egg him on, driving him to thrust faster, and the pleasure continued to build. It far outshone the pain she could feel deep inside, where the hard tip of his shaft was hammering against some sensitive part of her body.

When he first entered her, she'd screwed her eyes shut against the pain. But now, as the pleasure rose, she let them open again, and blushed at the sight she saw. The large mirror was right in front of them, clearly showing a young filly, neck and forelegs bent to fit under the muscular body of an older stallion. He was gritting his teeth as sweat ran down his face, whole body moving forcefully as he pounded the far smaller body beneath him. The filly was sweating, blushing... and absorbing every blow without flinching, her rump moving rhythmically back against the thrusts as if encouraging him to continue. Whatever was going on, she was clearly enjoying it - the glazed look of her half-closed eyes made that much clear.

Her eyes, however, opened wide when the pressure inside her built to a peak - and exploded. Her young mind reeled as it was flooded by orgasmic pleasure for the first time, and she whinnied loudly, the danger of discovery forgotten. The melodious sound seemed to fill the cramped changing-room, creating a harmony with the panting grunts of the stallion above her. As the climax receded, it left her with only one thought - whatever that was, she wanted more of it. And so, she continued to watch her own violation, eagerly cooperating - moaning and moving her hips as she struggled back up towards that peak of pleasure.

She managed to cum several more times before the stallion's thrusts reached a fevered pitch and, with a loud groan, reached his own climax. She shivered as she felt the heat reach deeper inside of her than ever before, a slimy warmth spreading into her belly. Her undeveloped womb struggled to contain his load as his flared cockhead sealed its exit - but it managed somehow, leaving her with a deep sensation of stretching and warmth that accentuated her pleasure. She was close to another orgasm... but as the stallion's flared cockhead returned to its former size, he stepped back, pulling out of her - and leaving her freshly-deflowered pussy empty and yearning.

"Wow... that was some ride, li'l filly. Say... do you do anal, too? I'll pay extra..." He sounded out of breath, but eager still, and as she looked over her shoulder, she saw that the tool between his legs was still there - long, hard and glistening wetly. She didn't know what he was talking about - she just knew that she needed it inside her again. "Umm... sure." The stallion grinned in response to her answer, and she smiled back brightly, happy to know that she'd said the right thing. "Great! Why don't you go stand up against the wall, then? Should give the right angle..." She wasn't sure what he meant by angle, either, but he seemed to know what he was talking about, so she quickly did as he asked - putting her front hooves on one of the stall's side-walls, lifting the front of her body from the floor. "Like this?" She asked, eager to get back to that pleasurable feeling.

"That's great..." She heard the voice from above her as his body once again covered hers, his hooves hitting the wall much further up than hers. Then she felt a familiar pressure on her behind - something wide, hot and wet pushing against her, trying to get in. But... that wasn't the place she peed from. It was too high up - it was the wrong hole! And that was as far as she got before her train of thought was shattered by piercing pain. She felt her rear hooves leave the floor as a powerful thrust lifted her into the air - and she felt her sphincter give way to the pressure exercised by the well-lubricated cockhead. Groaning in pain, her face mashed against the wall, she watched in the mirror - with a nicely-angled side-view - as her anal virginity went the way of her vaginal one, swept away in a sudden surge of suffering.

She forced herself to calm down and control her breathing. Yes, it hurt, but she knew why. She was too young, and not supposed to be doing this yet. But her body would adapt - she just needed to hang in there 'till then. Of course, 'hang' was a rather appropriate word, it seemed - her body was sliding slowly down on top of the thick shaft that had invaded her rear entrance, driven by gravity. And just as her hooves were about to reach the ground again, a fresh thrust lifted her up once more, forcing her overstretched asshole to absorb several more inches of thick, juice-covered shaft. Shuddering, she felt the stretching sensation and pain proceed deeper and deeper inside of her, and this time she could see it, too. The sideways angle let her see the thick, hard shaft emerging from the groin of the stallion, and proceeding into her own rump. So the view, at least, was quite a bit better than before.

As she watched, successive thrusts forced more and more of the shaft into her, lifting her from the ground every time. When her hooves were finally allowed to reach the ground again, she could barely see the thick tool arching between them anymore, and she heard him huff above her. "Damn... right down to the ring. And holy shit, is it tight... this is gonna be worth every gemstone!" He was standing still for the moment, and Sweetie Belle's deep breaths began to steady as her ass started to get used to the large intrusion. The pain was still there, but fading - enough that she noticed the underlying sensations at last. Her sphincter stretched open, her rectum laboring futilely to push out the thick tool... it was much like the feeling of needing to poop, only stronger, and she fidgeted in response. Above her, the stallion laughed again. "Still so eager to get moving, huh? Well, fine - I'll be sure to satisfy you..."

She squealed in pain as he began to thrust, adding a burning sense of friction to the discomfort of her stretched-open anus. But somehow, it came out sounding more delighted than agonized, and the stallion just snorted, picking up the pace. Every thrust was powerful enough to lift her slightly off the ground, mashing her into the wall. She gritted her teeth, trying to endure the pain. Soon, it would fade, just like before, and she'd start feeling good again. She was certain of that. She just had to stick it out until then.

Freshly-spent from emptying his balls in her virgin pussy, the stallion lasted quite a while despite the incredible tightness of her young asshole. By the time his cockhead flared in preparation for the approaching climax, she had, indeed, managed to earn her first anal orgasm. It was a monstrous, slow-building thing that seemed to radiate out from her battered rectum and down through her cum-packed womb, sweeping away all thought of the pain that had gone before. Her moans were loud and filled with pleasure as she let her clear, young voice ring out. The sound egged the stallion on, and he snorted as he continued to violently thrust his raging erection into her asshole, even as he started to cum. The sounds emerging from her sphincter were slimy and obscene.

He continued to fuck her until his softening shaft made it impossible, and only then stepped back, pulling his droopy, wet member out of the clutching tightness of her ass. No longer held against the wall by his groin, the young filly slid limply to the ground, her rump still in the air and showing him a delightful sight. Both of her holes gaped wide-open, dripping cum into a spreading pool between her pearly-white hind-legs. Grinning broadly, and feeling his wet cock stir slightly despite its exhaustion, the young stallion reached into his saddlebags and pulled out a mouthful of gems, depositing them next to the young pony. "Here - you were well worth it!"

Sweetie Belle gaped as she saw the stack of shining gemstones land beside her. It was more than she'd gotten in her allowance - for her entire life, put together! All these great sensations, and loads of money too - it seemed too good to be true. "Say... if you're still on the clock, I have a few friends who might want to buy a piece of that sweet ass of yours too..." The stallion's voice snapped her out of her gem-induced trance, and without a second thought, she turned her head to smile sweetly over her shoulder. "Sure - I've got no plans for the rest of the day..."

Rarity grinned as she leaned on the counter, listening to the muffled moans and groans emerging from her changing-rooms while giving the knobbly dildo in her ass a good twist with her magic every few seconds. She was, of course, well aware of what her customers got up to in there - that was why she'd fitted them with thick, sound-absorbing fabric, after all. The way she saw it, though, it could only help business. And when she saw a lone stallion heading into a stall, presumably intending to get in some quick clopping, she often snuck in after him and provided an alternative. As much as she enjoyed testing her own merchandise, her ass NEEDED regular infusions of hot stallion-cock, or she just couldn't think straight.

Today, though, there seemed to be something a bit beyond the usual stealthy liaisons going on. Over the past several hours, she'd spotted at least a dozen stallions, old and young alike, making their way into a particular stall with eager expressions on their faces - and emerging later with wet dicks swinging between their legs and a satisfied look in their eyes. If some enterprising young mare had set up shop inside HER shop, she should probably be charging her a percentage, at the very least... but, eh, the stallions usually bought SOMETHING on the way out, presumably just to avoid looking awkward, and she was in a good mood today, so she'd let it slide. If it continued, well, she might have to do something.

For now, though, she was more concerned with her plans for the evening. She'd only recently managed to convince Twilight Sparkle to cough up the details of how SHE was getting her needs 'handled', and ever since then, things had gotten... intense. The refugee-camp was filled with lonely, horny stallions who wouldn't know her from Celestia, and thus wouldn't be spreading gossip about her. The fact that they were also dirty and flea-bitten just added a certain... demented charm to the whole affair, and she DID always make sure to dose herself liberally with flea-powder afterwards. Of course, there WAS the matter of the D2 gang...

The so-called 'Donkey Defenders' practically ruled the refugee-camp, extracting 'protection-money' from the other refugees - in goods, food, or the services of the mares, as available. The gang, made up of donkeys and mules, was tough, stubborn, and quite violent. Last time they'd caught her on their so-called 'turf', the dirty brutes had dragged her back to their foul-smelling hideout and raped her through the night, calling her the most terrible and demeaning names all the while! To avoid the risk of winding up pregnant with a mule herself, she'd been forced to bargain with them, agreeing to clean their unwashed, reeking cocks with her poor, dainty mouth - both before and after they'd visited her aching asshole, which they'd agreed to limit themselves to in return.

She'd been a cum-stained mess when they kicked her out at first light - and they'd warned her that if they caught her 'soliciting' on their turf again, they'd turn her 'dirty mouth' into their personal urinal even as they reamed out her ass. And they'd probably do it too, the foul beasts! She idly wondered how long she'd have to walk around the camp before they noticed her this time, and spun the dildo in her ass as lurid images flashed across her mind. Her ears perked up as she heard loud, orgasmic whinnying from the well-frequented changing-room, and she grinned at the notes of pleasure in the clear, high-pitched voice. Clearly, a mare who enjoyed her job, just like Rarity herself.

Apple Bloom carefully opened one eye, gazing out into the gathering darkness of her bedroom. There was nothing to see, really - nothing out of the ordinary, anyway. What had roused her from her faked sleep was the sound of muffled hoof-beats. She could tell from the sound that it was Applejack - the hoof-beats weren't heavy enough to be Big Macintosh, and not shaky enough to be Granny Smith. And besides, both of them had their rooms on the ground floor - there'd be no reason for them to be sneaking past her room. Her sister, however, would have to walk past her door if she had some sort of secret thing to do out in the gathering twilight...

Waiting for the sound of hooves to pass by, she quickly rolled out of bed, attached her favorite bow to her mane, and stealthily followed. She'd tried to keep an eye on her big sister during the day, but both of them had chores to take care of - ones that often put them on different sides of the farm. So, acting on the assumption that those chores would also keep Applejack from doing... well, whatever it was that she did when Apple Bloom wasn't around, she'd come up with an alternate plan. During the day, she'd napped whenever she'd had a free moment, and as a result, she was wide-awake now - even as everyone thought she'd gone to bed early, tired from a day of hard work on the farm.

She followed the sound of hooves down the stairs to the kitchen, and from there, out the back door. On the way, she perked up her ears, noting that she could hear the gusty snores of Granny Smith - but not the deep, bass rumble of Big Mac's breathing. Well, her big brother HAD been acting strange lately, too - perhaps he was off doing the same thing Applejack was doing. Hiding on the doorstep, she peered out into the gathering darkness, and spotted her big sister's silhouette entering the barn. On silent hooves, she gave chase.

Fortunately, Apple Bloom was quite familiar with the internal layout of the barn - and she knew that there was a tall stack of hay-bales right next to the door. As she followed Applejack inside, close enough that she could slip through the door before it closed behind them, she quickly dated to the side, covering behind the bales, and peering out through the slight gap between two of them. She immediately spotted Big Macintosh, standing in the middle of the floor, fidgeting and looking slightly awkward as Applejack approached him. As soon as she was within reach, however, she pushed her face towards his, mashing their lips together - and while Big Mac seemed initially hesitant, he soon leaned into the kiss, their tongues wrestling with a loud, slurping sound.

Apple Bloom grimaced behind the hay-bales. Eww. KISSING. She DID know that adults liked to do stuff like that... but, something was off. Applejack often kissed her on the cheek, as was proper. Kissing on the lips, she'd been told, was something you only did to your Special Somepony. Did that mean that Big Macintosh was Applejack's Special Somepony? That didn't seem right, somehow. A Special Somepony couldn't be family... could he? As the kiss broke, she leaned heavily against the hay-bales, perking her ears to listen as the two began to talk. Finally, she was getting somewhere!

"So, big bro... are you finally gonna do it tonight?" Applejack's voice was teasing, and Big Mac looked shyly away. "Nope." She sighed, and Big Mac winced. "It's not a small decision, li'l sis! Even if there won't be any consequences 'bout the inbreeding, puttin' a bun in my younger sister's oven is still kind of a big deal. I can't decide on somethin' like that overnight." As he talked, Applejack walked up beside him, close enough to brush her shoulder against his flank. When he'd said his piece, she giggled and ducked her head down. "And yes, you still come here every night, don'cha? And lookin' eager as you please, at that."

Apple Bloom shifted her glance, trying to find out what Applejack was looking for on the floor. There didn't seem to be anything there 'cept the straw... but, something seemed odd about Big Mac. His pee-pee was out, even tho he wasn't peeing. And it looked a lot... straighter than usual, somehow. As she watched, Applejack's head appeared next to it, below Big Mac's barrel-like chest, and she started kissing him there, too. Apple Bloom blinked in confusion. If kissing on the cheeks was for family, and kissing on the mouth was for a Special Somepony, what was kissing on the pee-pee supposed to be for?

Big Macintosh groaned, his hindquarters vibrating slightly as he suppressed the urge to thrust. "Sorry, sis... but ever since that first time... I know 's not fair to you..." Applejack shook her head, stopping the kissing briefly in order to talk. "Don't say that, Big Mac. I told ya, I'm all yours, anytime you like, any WAY you like. Whenever you wanna pound my li'l ol' asshole into submission, just say the word. Or just mount me without warning and start thrusting - I'm fine with that, too." She started licking up and down the sides of his shaft, mumbling around her tongue. "Course, my sweet li'l pussy's all yours too, anytime you feel up for claimin' it..."

Big Mac didn't answer - he just moaned a bit as she continued to work, spreading her saliva down the length of his tool. Apple Bloom watched, transfixed by the strange display, trying to make sense of the things she was hearing. She knew most of the words, but the way they were used seemed different from what she was familiar with. But this - this was obviously the thing that they'd been trying to keep from her. The stuff she wasn't supposed to know about 'till she was older. But why? It didn't seem fair at all - it was just some kind of kissing, she could totally do that too. And the very idea of her two older siblings having fun together while keeping her out of it rankled, as only a deep injustice could.

Applejack, having apparently finished licking the entire surface of Big Mac's pee-pee like it was a huge lollipop, spent several seconds sucking and licking the sensitive head before straightening up again and walking up in front of him, swaying her hips strangely. Her tail was raised, and her cunny was glistening wetly - like she'd just been peeing. There was some kind of connection there, of that Apple Bloom was certain. Her big sister was looking back over her shoulder at Big Macintosh, with a challenging look on her face. "Well? Are ya gonna mount me and fuck me raw, or are ya just gonna stand there all night? Look - if you feel so bad 'bout it, you can get me off with yer mouth afterwards - that'll make it fair, right?" Big Mac's ears perked up at this, and after looking thoughtful for a moment, he nodded. "Ayup." Then, with a quick pounce, he jumped on her back.

Apple Bloom gasped silently. For a moment, she thought that Big Macintosh was attacking his own sister somehow - but while Applejack's legs shuddered slightly as they bore the significant weight of Big Mac's muscular body, she made no protestation beyond a slight groan. The large stallion, meanwhile, moaned quietly. Making a quick decision, Apple Bloom slipped out of her hiding-place. Both of them had their backs turned to her now, and they seemed very intent on whatever they were doing - and not inclined to look back. Staying low, she put down her hooves carefully so as to make no sound - though, on reflection, she needn't have bothered. The two older ponies were starting to make quite a bit of noise, all grunting and squeaking and moaning.

As she moved in close behind them, she got her first good view of what was going on. Big Mac was pumping his hips, thrusting his thick shaft INTO Applejack's body, by way of her rump-hole. Apple Bloom winced at the sight, feeling her own ass squeeze shut at the thought. There was no WAY that was pleasant. Well, that explained why Big Mac had been sounding so ashamed about it. In fact, a lot of things were starting to fall into place. Right beneath the place where his tool was hitting her sphincter - alternately caving it in and pulling it out - the young mare's cunny was shining wetly, making little fluttery motions. Just like she'd thought before, there was a connection there. The pee-pee was SUPPOSED to go in the cunny, of course, but for some reason, Big Mac wouldn't do it that way because of... something to do with baking, apparently? Well, she was still working out the details.

The point was, Applejack clearly wasn't enjoying herself, like she was supposed to. Her legs were shaking a bit, and the way she was groaning was noticeably difficult from the lusty moans Big Mac was emitting. Apple Bloom's face scrunched up as she tried to think her way through everything she'd heard. Apparently, Big Mac was supposed to 'get her off' with his mouth afterwards, to compensate for what he was doing right now. She didn't know what 'get off' meant in this context, but since it involved a mouth and was supposed to feel good, she figured that it was something like what Applejack had been doing with Big Mac's pee-pee earlier. He'd certainly seemed to enjoy that, anyway.

She inched closer yet, staring up at the point where their bodies met - her brother and her sister, moving against each other with a strange rhythm. An odd scent filled the air, making her nostrils vibrate, and the moans and slapping sounds were starting to blend together into a strange symphony. It was making her face feel hot and her mouth dry. She could also feel an unfamiliar wetness between her hind legs, reinforcing her conclusions. Applejack's cunny was pulsing in the same rhythm as Big Mac's thrusting, the outer lips fluttering to show the pink insides, and little drops of liquid were running from it to stain her orange coat beneath it. Somehow, Apple Bloom couldn't quite take her eyes off of it.

They'd tried to shut her out, saying she was too young... and honestly, looking as the size of Big Mac's tool, they might be right on THAT count. But that other stuff - the kissing on cunnies and pee-pees - that couldn't be so hard. Looked really simple, actually. And... maybe if she proved that she was up to it, they'd let her play together with them in the future. She'd inched her way right in between their hind legs by now, and was staring directly up at the sordid display, nose wriggling as it picked up the intensifying scent. Then, making a quick decision, she pushed herself up - taking care to avoid Big Mac's wildly-swinging pouch - and licked Applejack's pink gash.

The taste was sweet and fruity, with undertones of salty sweat. More importantly, as her tongue ran down the wet slit, she felt it shiver under her touch, and heard her big sister moan in pleasure. "Wha... whatever yer doin' back there, don't stop..." Big Macintosh just snorted, continuing the steady pace of his thrusts, with no idea what Applejack was talking about. Apple Bloom grinned, licking her lips. It didn't taste bad, and it was apparently even easier than she'd thought! With no further hesitation, she buried her muzzle in her sister's cunny, licking eagerly while nuzzling the outer folds with her nose.

As Big Mac continued to fuck his younger sister with a steady, unhurried pace, Apple Bloom experimented, learned, and expanded her new-found skills. She could tell how effective the actions of her tongue and lips were, by the sounds Applejack was making, and the way her cunny was pulsing. She quickly identified the most sensitive areas - particularly the little nub at the bottom of the slit - but also figured out that focusing TOO much attention there just led to it losing sensitivity. She tried various techniques, from lapping at the outside like Winona drinking water, to pushing her tongue inside as deep as it could go, imitating Big Mac's thrusts in her own little way. As she gauged the reaction she received, she sharpened those techniques further, and was rewarded by a rising pitch in Applejack's moans.

Sweet juices gushed into Apple Bloom's mouth as her inexperienced tongue teased an orgasm out of Applejack - and she gratefully swallowed. She found the taste strangely addictive - though not as much as the sounds of delight she was hearing from her older sister's mouth. She DID love her sister more than anything, after all - even if they drove each other crazy from time to time - and being able to give her such joy filled the young filly with a warm sense of accomplishment. Eagerly, she carried on, growing bolder as she picked up experience. Meanwhile, Applejack merely writhed in pleasure as both her holes were simultaneously stimulated, with no idea who or what was dealing with her pussy - and she was too caught up in the sensations to care, feeling her next orgasm already approaching.

Big Macintosh, for his part, was merely enjoying the way his sister's ass was squeezing down rhythmically on his cock, and the way she was moaning in pleasure. It certainly sounded like she was enjoying it more than usual, he decided. His restraint was beginning to slip as a result, and his approaching climax wasn't helping matters. Of course, he had no intentions of stopping just 'cuz he'd cum once - their nightly sessions rarely ended before he'd exhausted himself by emptying his balls into her tight ass at least three times. Their first time together had set the tone on that count... but there was something else he'd been holding back on.

That first time, blinded by lust, he'd gone balls-deep in her ass - pushing his medial ring and sheath inside along with the rest of his shaft. She'd insisted that it was fine, but he couldn't quite believe that - something like that HAD to hurt like dickens. So ever since then, he'd been careful to restrain his strength when he fucked her, stopping his thrusts when his medial ring reached her sphincter. But now, with the way she was bucking and whinnying in pleasure underneath him, squeezing his cock like never before, he was losing even that minimal restraint. With a snort, he flexed his hips even stronger than normal, shimmying his rear hooves forwards to keep up as he pushed his full length inside her.

He could feel that his dangling balls were hitting something silky-smooth and soft, instead of slapping against a wet pussy like he'd expected - but with the rising tide of pleasure and loss of control, he'd also lost the curiosity to wonder what it was. As long as it didn't get in the way of his thrusts, it didn't matter. Applejack, meanwhile, whinnied in delight as she felt the coarse, barely-lubricated hide of his sheath grate across her sphincter, setting it alight with friction. It was painful, of course, but that vanished into insignificance next to what it represented. Last time he'd fucked her with such brutality had been their first time together - which was also the only time he'd entered her pussy. His flagging restraint was a shining hope for her - finally, he was starting to give in, using her body without hesitation. Soon, his last uncertainty would fade... and then she'd bear him many foals. Even if his rampaging cock ripped her hiney to bloody shreds, it would be a small price to pay for that.

Of course, the constant surge of pleasure flowing from her otherwise-neglected pussy helped her mood, too. Apple Bloom had only briefly been stumped by Big Mac's change of position - having a heavy ballsack batting the back of your head repeatedly was rather detrimental to her concentration, but she got used to it, blocking it out and focusing entirely on how to best apply her tongue to the task at hand. She'd received several more mouthfuls of the sweet, fruit-scented juice that seemed to spray from her big sister's slit every now and then, and was becoming increasingly addicted to the taste. Her own cunny was feeling rather moist and hot too, but she'd managed to alleviate that by rubbing it with a free hoof.

The three siblings had been going at it for over an hour by then, with Big Macintosh's third climax building slowly as he maintained the steady, powerful pace of his deep thrusts. His work-hardened body was nearly tireless, and Apple Bloom was too driven to prove herself to care about her increasingly numb tongue and jaw. But finally, with a deep groan, the heavyset stallion released his third and final load into the depths of Applejack's quivering ass. For a few minutes afterwards, he rested on her back, just enjoying the sensation of her asshole clutching tightly at his fully-embedded shaft, and the pressure of three full loads of cum pushing against his flared cockhead as they sought to escape his sister's overstuffed intestines.

It was only as he started to soften, losing his rigidity, that he began to back up, pulling his floppy tool out of her ass before jumping off her back. As he took a step back, Applejack turned her head to look over her shoulder. "Well, damn, but that was a FINE ride, big bro... just gimme a second so my head can stop spinning, and I'll come clean you up. How'd you do that to mah pussy while you were riding me, anywa..." Then she froze, her eyes tracking downwards. Big Macintosh blinked, confused at what she was talking about, but took a few more steps back to try and see what she was staring at. And there, right between them, was their baby sister Apple Bloom - sitting with a big grin on her face and wet stains all over her face. There was traces of cum on her hair and bow, too - presumably from when he pulled out.

"APPLE BLOOM! What are you DOIN' there?" Applejack shouted, quickly turning around to face her younger sister fully. Big Mac just stared, sweating profusely and swallowing something. "Provin' that ah'm a big girl, THAT'S what ah'm doin here!" There was a definite note of triumph in the filly's voice, and she held her head high as she got back to her hooves. "You'n Big Macintosh have been sneakin' off for weeks, and you wouldn't tell me what y'all were up to on account of me bein' 'too little' - well, now, you'll have to admit that I'm not!" Applejack blinked several times at that statement. "Wait... YOU were the one workin' on mah... private parts all this time?" She couldn't quite make all those delightful orgasms connect with the image of her baby sister.

But Apple Bloom just nodded proudly. "Ayup! And don't try'n tell me you didn't enjoy it. I could TELL you did!" And that, of course, was true. But... "That's not the issue here, Apple Bloom! You can't DO stuff like that! I'm your SISTER!" This statement prompted a rather predictable, sarcastic look from the foal, who immediately glanced over her shoulder. "Yup. An' you're Big Macintosh's sister. So?" Applejack felt her mouth chew emptily on the air as her brain fought to marshal some decent arguments. "But... you're way too small! If you try'n have sex, you'll get hurt!" Apple Bloom blinked a bit at this, then nodded. "Sex, huh? So THAT'S what it's called... anyway, I KNOW that. I ain't stupid, y'know. I'm not gonna try'n do what you just did, 'least not with someone sized like Big Macintosh. But I can still do SOMETHING, right? Like I just did!"

As Applejack's mind continued to search for a way to put words to her feeling of terror, a thought began to get in the way. If she really couldn't make a decent argument as to why Apple Bloom couldn't be getting involved in this... maybe SHE was in the wrong? After all, it WAS kind of a double standard to screw her big brother every chance she got, while telling her little sister that SHE wasn't allowed to get anywhere near it. And kids never responded well to double standards, she knew that much. "Well... perhaps ya got a point..." Big Macintosh's eyes flew up to meet hers, radiating disbelief, while Apple Bloom smiled broadly.

"Applejack! You can't be serious! She's just a foal!" Big Mac was obviously outraged, but AJ just scratched her hair with one hoof, meeting his glare. "Ya think I don't know that? But she's already HERE. Ah can't turn back time. Neither can you, 'less there's somethin' you haven't been tellin' me. If we just tell her off and send her to bed, she's just gonna go out tryin' to learn about this stuff somewhere else... an' I'm sure there'll be some young colt eager to teach her!" Her words came out with more vehemence than she'd really intended to put into them, and Big Macintosh recoiled. But he made no counterarguments, and instead just looked away.

Applejack sighed. "Okay, fine, you win, short stuff. You can join us from now on, as long as you do as you're told and don't try'n do anything your body's not ready for yet. Oh, and if you're gonna play with us, you'll have to help with the cleanup afterwards..." Apple Bloom nearly sent her bow flying, so energetic was her responding nods. They only stopped at the last bit. "Wait... clean-up?" Applejack chuckled, walking over to Big Macintosh, who was still just standing there, not meeting her eyes. "Yup. This big lug here was a bit hesitant at first, but if ya don't get cleaned properly-like after somethin' like this, you can get an infection in a very sensitive place! So's basically a mare's duty to give him a good cleanin' afterwards."

She ducked her head under his apple-red flanks and spotted his cock, dangling wet and shiny between his hind legs. It was soft and subtle now, far from the rod of steel that had pounded her tender asshole with such power. Wrapping one hoof around it to hold it steady, she began to lick the long shaft, tasting the mix of cum and intestinal secretions that covered it. She wasn't really sure why she'd told Apple Bloom that she had to help with this too, except some vague hope that showing the precocious foal that sex wasn't all fun and orgasms might dissuade her from investigating it further. Certainly, the bitter scent of the floppy, ass-tainted dick should be quite repulsive to her young nose.

Nonetheless, within seconds, Applejack found herself looking into her little sister's determined face from across their big brother's cock, as the young filly started licking the opposite side. Despite the fact that Applejack - unlike her hoity-toity friend, Rarity - had never taken to using 'rectal cleansing' or whatnot, Apple Bloom barely even grimaced as she slid her tongue down the stained tool, caressing it with her lips. Somehow, the sight of her younger sister licking the debris of her own ass off of their brother's cock excited her, making her feel all hot between her legs despite the large number of orgasms she'd already had... courtesy of her sister's surprisingly talented tongue, she added mentally.

Together, they traced a path up and down the dangling shaft. Near the top, a salty taste garnished the sheath, whose rough surface had rubbed the first few inches of her rectum harshly enough to draw blood. At the bottom, large dollops of bitter cum were caught on the lower edge of his flat cockhead. When their mouths met below the now freshly-cleaned cock, it seemed strangely natural for their lips to lock together, tongues wrestling in a deep, lusty kiss. It lingered for a while, and Applejack was forced to conclude that her younger sister was as talented at kissing as she was at lickin' pussy.

Meanwhile, above them, the saliva-covered shaft continued to shrink, retreating into Big Mac's sheath, and as it disappeared entirely, he simply stepped sideways over Apple Bloom's back, away from the two. "I'm out." He said simply. His eyes were haunted, but he could not quite tear them off the perverted sight of his two younger sister's intimate kiss. As he left the barn, he knew as well as they did that he only meant 'for tonight'. However much part of him wanted to end this twisted relationship he'd developed with his sister, a much larger part - starting somewhere around his ballsack - could hardly wait for the next time he could get her alone.

Once he disappeared the kiss finally broke, and the two sisters found themselves alone. A thought occurred to Applejack, and she smiled down at her younger sister."Ya know, I ain't so bad at pussy-lickin' myself - and I'm betting you've never tried to have an orgasm, right? How'd ya like it if I gave you one?"Apple Bloom practically jumped with eagerness. "Oooo! You mean like what you kept having while Big Macintosh was on top of you? That made you moan all the time? I TOTALLY want to try that!" From there, it took no more than seconds before the young filly was on her back, with her older sister's tongue caressing the underdeveloped folds of her pussy, rapidly lifting her towards her first-ever climax... the first of many.

Scootaloo kept her eyes determinedly on the sky, her wings whirring as they propelled her scooter forwards at breakneck speeds, dodging obstacles by instinct more than observation. High above her, Rainbow Dash was in flight, and this time, she wouldn't lose her. The previous day, she'd tried to question the older pegasus about the recent strangeness, but had been repeatedly brushed off. She could tell that Dash was being evasive, too, and it only made her more determined to find out. Time was of the essence - the Cutie Mark Crusaders would be meeting that evening to discuss their findings, and while it was still early in the day, she was feeling the pressure keenly. She didn't know if the other two had come up with anything, but she would NOT be going there empty-hooved!

Rainbow Dash's current itinerary, however, was taking her in a dangerous direction - ahead rested the squalid, foul-smelling hovels of the Refugee Camp, a place her parents had warned her never to go. Despite the recent improvement in the world situation, few of the refugees had dared to try and return to their wrecked homelands - especially since the 'camp' was becoming more and more like a permanent village, albeit a rather ramshackle one. Philanthropic ponies from Ponyville had labored to provide the camp with basic necessities, including a well, a public bath, and even a number of public restrooms - not to mention a couple of food-tents where fodder donated by the local citizens was handed out equitably. Several small kitchen-gardens had sprung up from the fertile grasslands, too, providing a fresh supplement to the donated food. So all in all, it was understandable that the refugees weren't all that eager to turn their backs on it and return to wrecked cities and blasted fields.

Scootaloo's hopes that Dash was merely flying OVER the camp were proven wrong as she watched the bright-blue pegasus descend amongst the improvised huts. She dithered for a short while at the outskirts of it, before spotting a ratty old rug lying around in the dirt, and made a quick decision. Concealing her scooter under a pile of grass, she pulled the rug over herself as a cloak, ducked her head, and walked into the camp while doing her best to look like she belonged there. There were children in the camp too, after all, and no-one hassled THEM unduly - or paid much attention to them at all, for that matter. As long as nobody twigged to her being from Ponyville, she should be fine.

Unfortunately, between the line-of-sight blocking huts and tents, and her brief hesitation at the outskirts, she'd completely lost sight of Rainbow Dash. She spent over half an hour wandering aimlessly through the dirty streets of the camp, hoping to just randomly spot her mark. After all, between the blue coat and the rainbow tail, she should stand out quite noticeably amongst the less colorful refugees. It was only when her hooves were starting to hurt from all the walking that she started to think - if SHE was in disguise to avoid notice in the camp, wouldn't Dash be doing the same? And if not... well, her parents hadn't been entirely clear about what might happen if one ventured into the Refugee Camp, but it had sounded bad.

Giving up her aimless walking, she instead tried to make herself unnoticeable at the roadside while perking up her ears under the improvised hood of her disguise - listening in to the heavily-accented speech of the refugees, in the hopes of hearing some mention of a pegasus from Ponyville. Over the next half hour, she overheard snippets of several conversations that seemed relevant, and tried to piece something together. Most worrying was some chatter about a gang called 'D2' dragging off a 'pretty pony' from the village for some reason, and 'doing a real number on her'. Nopony mentioned exactly where this visitor was dragged off TO, though.

However, another partial conversation she overheard DID mention a specific place - it was a warning from one passing mare to another, not to go to a specific public restroom due to 'something nasty' going on there. She just barely heard one of them refer to 'another pony from the city' before they moved out of earshot, and that was enough for her. Without hesitation, she moved in the direction they had indicated, and she soon spotted the squat, foul-smelling facilities. Despite having been obviously erected in a hurry, the building was nonetheless one of the most solid-looking things in the ramshackle camp - it had been necessary to build it out of brick and stone in order to support the basic plumbing, after all.

As Scootaloo approached - careful to keep her head down and look unimportant - she saw a bulky, dark-brown stallion emerge from the building, a satisfied smirk on his lips, and something thick dangling between his legs. Scootaloo, of course, knew what THAT was - a 'dick'. Her endeavor to learn enough useful swearwords to ensure that she never came up short against the colts had, over time, provided her with a broad insight into the anatomy and bodily functions of mares and stallions alike, and the many fascinating names that were applied to them. Of course, she didn't use the more colorful parts of her vocabulary around her two ladylike friends - she was fairly certain that Sweetie Belle, at the very least, would just plain faint if she did. Regardless, thanks to her determined quest for knowledge, she was also loosely aware of what dicks were used for, and the fact that this particular specimen looked freshly-used made her heart jump into her throat.

As soon as he'd turned a corner, she snuck over to the door, pushed it open a crack, and peered inside. The dimly-lit building was covered in tiles, and both looks and smell clearly announced that it wasn't being cleaned nearly as often as it ought to. A row of stalls lined one wall, with sinks along the other. And, fortunately, it did NOT seem to be packed with violent gangsters - in fact, from what she could see through the crack, it was empty. Quick and silent, she slipped inside, grimacing as the stench redoubled. There was still nopony to be seen... but her sharp ears picked up the sound of breathing - panting, in fact - from one of the stalls.

Scootaloo walked slowly towards the source of the sound, wincing as she heard the sharp noise her hooves made on the tile floor. There was no way to sneak around in here. Built low to the ground as she was, she could look through the cracks beneath the stall's doors and walls, and from that alone, it seemed like all the stalls were empty - not a hoof in sight. However, one of the stall-doors was ajar, and it was from beyond this that the panting sound could be heard. Heart beating quickly, she pushed the door open with one hoof, and immediately froze as she beheld what laid inside.

Rainbow Dash - propped up on her back on the toilet, surrounded by black chains. They were wrapped around all four of her limbs, holding her spreadeagled, ensuring that anyone who looked into the stall was greeted by a full view of her groin. Smaller, thread-like chains were attached to both her nipples and her clit, pulling all three points towards a single, central ring where the chains met. More noticeably, her head was wrapped in a mask-like arrangement of black metal - a blindfold covered her eyes, while a nose-hook pulled back her nostrils, spreading them open. Metallic rods also entered her mouth, apparently holding her jaws widely spread and her mouth wide-open as lines of drool ran from its corners. On her belly and chest, someone had written with a black marker "CUM-HUNGRY, PISS-DRINKING SLUT - PLEASE USE/ABUSE OR PUNISH"

As Scootaloo's teacup-sized eyes continued to take in the scene, more details popped up. Hanging on the walls of the stall were several instruments of pain - a paddle filled with air-holes, a crop, a cat-o-nine-tails, and several nasty-looking clamps. Redness and swelling around her nipples and pussy indicated that they'd been used at some point - and one of the clamps was currently dangling from her tongue. Her pussy and asshole both bore signs of recent, vigorous use - her sphincter looked strangely fragmented and gaped slightly as milky-white cum dripped into the toilet-bowl beneath. Cum-stains could also be seen in several places across her belly and thighs, and both her face and chest bore disturbing signs of some sort of smelly, yellow fluid.

"Ish 'omeone 'ere?" Rainbow Dash's voice, muddled by the jaw-spreader and the clamp on her tongue, made Scootaloo jump with shock. She hadn't said anything yet... but it made sense that Dash would have heard her approaching hoofsteps. "'lease... oose 'e... 'urt 'e... 'uck 'e... ah 'eed ith..." Despite the messed-up pronunciations, Scootaloo was fairly certain she understood most of what Rainbow Dash was saying, and it immediately eliminated her main theory - namely, that the gang she'd heard about earlier had chained Dash up here and then just left. Somehow... for some reason... Dash WANTED to be there. Wanted to be treated like THIS? The young filly was too confused to formulate any coherent words - her jaw just went up and down without any sound coming out.

Then, she heard the outside door creak open, and immediately acted in instinctive panic, darting around the corner and into a neighboring, empty stall. Jumping on top of the toilet-bowl to hide her hooves, she stood there, shaking in confusion - until she heard a familiar voice. "Come on... we should have some privacy in here..." It was strangely smooth and throaty, but nonetheless immediately recognizable, and while being careful to make no sound, Scootaloo snuck back down to the floor and glanced out under the wall-cracks to see if her ears were deceiving her. They weren't. Out in the main area, she could see two sets of hooves - and one of them was a familiar shade of lavender. Another set of hooves - black ones - followed near her. She didn't know who that could be, but the first set, without a doubt, belonged to Twilight Sparkle.

Inching closer to the wall of the neighboring stall occupied by Rainbow Dash, Scootaloo was able to see the moment that Twilight - wearing a ragged, hooded robe not unlike her own - came around the corner and into view of the chained-up pegasus. Her reaction was very different, however. There was no stunned shock - instead, just a momentary look of surprise, which passed into something that looked like mild annoyance. "Rainbow Dash? What're YOU doing here? Wait... nevermind, I think I can figure it out myself." The last bit was laced with a fair bit of sarcasm, and Dash only replied with a vague moan. The pony who had entered along with Twilight - a muscular-looking stallion - looked decidedly confused. His eyes were strangely glazed, as if he wasn't all there. "Uh... she a friend of yours? Do I get to fuck her too?"

Twilight glanced over her shoulder at him with a look of annoyance. "Sure, whatever... just as long as you give me some sugar first. Mare's gotta eat." She added the last bit with a naughty smile, and the distracted-looking stallion nodded dumbly. Then Twilight's smile broadened as she turned back to face Rainbow Dash. "Actually... this might work out pretty well after all. Looks like YOU'RE carrying quite a meal, too..." Licking her lips, the disguised alicorn walked into the stall, lowering her head to sniff at the pegasus' well-used crotch. Her nostrils flared as she breathed deeply. "Mmm-mmm... the sweet smell of freshly-baked creampie. Yeah... I think I'll be a bad girl and start with dessert."

Then she looked over her shoulder again, grinning broadly as she spread her hind legs and lifted her tail. "Hey, mister random stallion... why're you just standing around there 'stead of fucking me silly?" The stallion's distracted-looking face immediately shifted into a grimace of pure lust, and with a low-pitched, rumbling whinny, he jumped on her back. From her low-angled vantage-point, Scootaloo could see his dick swinging between his hind legs - long, thick, and rock-hard. She felt the breath catch in her throat as she watched him thrust it violently into Twilight's pussy - she had HEARD about this sort of stuff before, and she knew what everything was called, but she'd certainly never SEEN it before. It seemed to enter a lot more easily than she'd expected - the thick pussy-lips parting before the first thrust as if his girth meant nothing.

Twilight Sparkle moaned loudly as the stallion walked forwards with his hind legs, impaling her fully. Then, as he began to thrust in earnest, she lowered her muzzle to Rainbow Dash's cum-soaked pussy and began to noisily suck on it. With Dash's thighs in the way, Scootaloo couldn't actually see the point of contact - but based on the sound alone, there was obviously lots of tongue involved. Shimmying further to the side, she was able to get a better look - at the expense of not being able to watch the vigorously humping stallion - and sure enough, Twilight was curling her tongue as she parted Dash's pussy-lips with it, using it as a spoon. It emerged from the stained mound covered in the cum of her previous lovers every time, and when it thinned, the clever Twilight simply covered the entire area with her mouth and sucked powerfully - bringing more of the white goo to the surface.

Every now and again, she'd lift her muzzle from the constantly-leaking orifice to give little whinnying moans, indicating that the stallion was still working hard behind her. After a while of this, however, she lifted her head from Rainbow Dash's groin - cum and juice dripping from it - and glanced over her shoulder again. "Mmm... this is very nice, stallion... but how 'bout giving some attention to my tight little asshole too? It might be a tad dirty since I hardly ever clean it anymore, but I'm sure a big boy like you won't mind details like that. And besides... I happen to know a nearby 'cleaning service' for afterwards." The stallion grunted in reply and Scootaloo quickly shifted her body to the side again, looking up through Twilight's legs as he walked backwards again, pulling his juice-slicked shaft out of her pussy. The head, emerging last, was visibly stained by cum - indicating that he'd climaxed at least once already. Then, something made Scootaloo blink in surprise. A black, heavy-looking thing was dangling from the bottom of Twilight's pussy, still swinging back and forth from the recent action. She could've sworn that wasn't there last time she looked...

However, her momentary confusion was quickly pushed aside as the stallion readjusted his aim and, with a horny snort, pushed forwards again. He didn't have any more trouble finding her ass than he'd had finding her pussy - and he slipped inside just as easily. Twilight Sparkle whinnied in pleasure again as the thick, hard rod slid into her ass, and her eyelids fluttered as she once again shoved her face into Rainbow Dash's juicy crotch. The trussed-up pegasus shuddered in obvious pleasure as Twilight's tongue went to work on her again, but there was something about the way Dash's body jerked around in the grip of the chains that made Scootaloo shift her body sideways, abandoning the fascinating sight of Twilight's violent ass-fucking in favor of watching the other end of the action.

She winced as she saw what was going on. Twilight Sparkle was a long way from being gentle with her friend - when she wasn't sucking on the glistening pussy-mound before her, she was biting, chewing and pulling on the sensitive tissue - grabbing the meaty labia between her teeth and tugging them this way and that, or taking the clit above between her jaws to squeeze it tightly. The tiny, sensitive nub had no protection from the assault - the ring set through it prevented its retreat into the clitoral hood, leaving it exposed to the no-doubt painful treatment. This treatment went on for several minutes before Twilight lifted her head again, grinning down at the teeth-marks she'd left on Dash's privates, and nodded. "Well, I guess that's all I'm getting out of THAT... but I think you're still holding out on me."

Shifting her head lower, she licked her lips as she ran her eyes over Rainbow Dash's damaged-looking sphincter, cum still dripping lazily from its rim. "Well, cream-pie with just a TOUCH of chocolate isn't so bad either..." Before Scootaloo even had time to parse the meaning of those words, Twilight buried her face in the other pony's ass - literally. Her muzzle actually penetrated the loose orifice, forcing it to spread wide enough to show off several deep cracks in its rim. The sounds emerging from where the two met was simultaneously arousing and nauseating, and Scootaloo instinctively held her breath until she heard the air wheezing out of the corners of Twilight's mouth, showing that the clever pony had found a way to breathe even with her nose buried in somepony else's ass.

It wasn't until some time later, as the stallion eagerly humping her ass let out a loud, orgasmic whinny, that Twilight pulled her face back out of the warm embrace of Dash's torn-open rear entrance. Her muzzle was heavily stained with cum, and she was eagerly licking her chops to pick up as much of it as she could. She gave a brief, grinning glance back over her shoulder at the stallion - who had stopped moving and seemed to be resting on top of her now - before turning back to look at the blindfolded unicorn again. "Well, I guess that's all HE'S good for - not as much staying-power as I might've liked. And as for you - judging by the smell inside you, you haven't been particularly thorough in your personal hygiene! No consideration for anypony who might want to eat some fresh cum outta your ass, huh?" Her nostrils flared as she spoke, and judging by the stains surrounding them, the smell of Dash's insides probably lingered there still.

Then, Twilight bucked, jarring the stallion on her back out of his rest. "Hey, big guy - back up a bit, will ya?" He shook his head, and the confused, slightly vague look he'd had earlier returned as he obediently stepped backwards and jumped off. Scootaloo quickly shifted her vantage-point again as Twilight turned around to get a closer look at his dangling tool, freshly liberated from the tight confines of her ass. It was still semi-hard, and looked rather disgusting - covered in white stains, clear ass-residue, and little brown specks. Twilight whistled quietly. "Ooogh. That DOES look rather nasty. Maybe I should start wiping again..."

Then, she turned around again, reached up a hoof, and grabbed Rainbow Dash roughly by the mane. "Get down here..." she commanded, in a low but authoritative tone - and as she pulled forwards, the chains surrounding the pegasus clinked and shifted, allowing the movement. A second later, Dash's pose had been changed, and she was laying on her belly on top of the toilet, instead of her back. "Oh, and get that junk outta your mouth for now - it'll only get in the way." She added it offhandedly, while pulling the clamp that had been attached to Dash's tongue off with a quick jerk, not bothering to open it first. Rainbow Dash groaned in pain as her tongue was briefly stretched, and then snapped back into place with a swollen spot at the tip - but at the same time, the loops of metal that had held her jaws open shrunk away like magic, somehow disappearing back into her mask.

Twilight grinned down at Dash - who was still as chained-up as ever, even after getting flipped over. "Well, now your lips and tongue are all free - and you've got no excuse for not doing a thorough job." The normally cocky pegasus didn't answer, even now that she had unrestricted use of her mouth - instead, she just worked her jaw around, presumably to work out the kinks. Then Twilight backed out of the stall, and patted the stallion on the shoulder with one hoof. "Well, go ahead - I promised you a proper cock-cleaning, and here it is. Mount her face and let her get to work." The stallion nodded silently, still looking rather out of it, and walked into the stall, jumping on Rainbow Dash's back. The pegasus' bright-blue wings, Scootaloo noticed, had been chained down tight - probably more symbolic than anything else, considering how many other restraints were in place.

Even from down where she was hiding, through the general stench of the public toilets, Scootaloo could smell the rancid cock. However, as the brown-stained head approached Dash's mouth, it opened without hesitation, and the way she rotated her own head as she began to suck on it indicated that she was genuinely trying to clean it. As the stallion marched forwards, forcing his semi-hard rod deeper into the pegasus' tight throat, the rapid movements of her tongue and loud, slobbering noises continued - Rainbow Dash really was cleaning the disgusting detritus of Twilight Sparkle's ass off of the unknown stallion's cock. Scootaloo, who'd always admired the fast-flying pegasus for her strength and sheer 'coolness' felt like her world had been turned upside down and dipped in a septic-tank.

Nonetheless, she couldn't look away. What she was seeing was simply too unreal, too amazing to ignore. As she shifted her gaze, she saw Twilight, walking back and forth behind the stallion, biting her lip. "Hey, when you're done, make sure to pull almost all the way out - and then empty your bladder onto her tongue, okay? I'm sure she'll appreciate the mouthwash..." The suggestion sounded offhanded and distracted, as the normally focused alicorn paced. Then, seemingly making up her mind about something, she walked up behind the stallion - who was still inching slowly forwards, giving Rainbow Dash enough time to thoroughly clean every inch of his shaft as it passed through her mouth - and licked her lips.

Then her horn lit up, and his tail rose out of the way, held by her magical grip. Before Scootaloo's disbelieving eyes, Twilight then took the last step forwards and began to vigorously lick his asshole, doing quick circuits of his sphincter before pushing her tongue directly into the smelly orifice. Now, Scootaloo had always idolized Rainbow Dash, but EVERYPONY idolized Twilight Sparkle. She was tough, smart and charismatic - and more importantly, she was their Princess. What Scootaloo was now seeing was a far cry from that image. Twilight was actually shaking with pleasure as she tongued the unknown stallion's ass, digging in with every sign of delight. The stallion didn't seem to mind, either - he whinnied and shook his head as his cock and ass were simultaneously stimulated, eyes clouded with pleasure.

Twilight moved with the stallion - first forwards, until he had fully penetrated Rainbow Dash's esophagus, leaving her to lick the edge of his sheath, then backwards as he began to pull out again. Her tongue and lips never lost contact with his asshole. When he was nearly all the way out - his semi-hard shaft drooping slightly, forming a low arch between his groin and Dash's mouth - he paused. Then, a look of relief came over his face, and Scootaloo heard a hissing sound. She watched Rainbow Dash's throat bulge as she rapidly swallowed, and realized that the stallion had done exactly what Twilight had suggested earlier - washing out the pegasus' dirtied mouth with his piss. This random, unnamed fugitive stallion was standing between the two most respected ponies in Ponyville - using one as a urinal while the other tongue-cleaned his ass.

The stallion, however, seemed unimpressed with - or perhaps just unaware of - his exalted position. Once he'd finished emptying his bladder, he simply took another step back, letting his rapidly-softening cock fall from Rainbow Dash's lips, sparkling-clean and shining with her saliva. Twilight Sparkle moved out from behind him, licking her lips as she released his tail from her magical grip, and grinned down at Dash before glancing at him again. "Well, I guess that's all we're getting outta you... why don't you move on with your day, hmm?" The stallion nodded absentmindedly, and trotted out the door without even stopping to use the sinks first.

Scootaloo had expected the sordid display to end there, but she was quickly proven wrong as Twilight Sparkle approached Rainbow Dash's still chained-up form, and mashed their lips together. She could see their neck-muscles work as their tongues wrestled, sharing the tastes they'd picked up earlier, and when Twilight broke the kiss a few minutes later, it was with a moan. "Oooohhh... this 'gift' from Pestilence is really something else. Everything even remotely related to sex makes me feel good... makes me cum. Sucking cock, licking pussy... heck, even kissing, at least when it's like this." Her eyes glittered with lust as she paused her speech to run her tongue up the side of Dash's face, painting the lower edge of her blindfold with spit.

"So really, I kinda' get where you're coming from, getting off on this stuff... and though I find your approach a tad incautious, I don't really blame you for doing this. It's not like I've got some kind of exclusive right when it comes to hunting for well-equipped stallions in the refugee-camp, either." Twilight Sparkle's words were calm and measured, as they usually were, and the blindfolded pegasus looked vaguely in her direction as she found her tongue for the first time since the jaw-spreaders had been removed. "So... uhmm... does that mean that you're gonna fuck me? Or punish me?" Twilight just chuckled, placing one hoof under the chained-up pony's chin. "Oh, I don't like to limit myself to just one option..." She lifted her hoof, pushing Dash's head upwards, and the chains began to clink as they once again shifted.

As Rainbow Dash returned to her original pose - on her back, with her fully-exposed privates pointing towards the stall door - Twilight Sparkle continued talking. "Well, here's a thought... I'm going to give you some thorough punishment for being a third wheel on my 'date', and while I'm doing that, you'll have a chance to offer a verbal apology. If you do a good enough job of convincing me that you're earnest, I MIGHT just fuck your brains out afterwards." The cloak she'd been wearing to conceal her Alicorn nature fell to the floor as she casually pulled it off, and her horn glowed purple as she began to weave several spells.

One spark of magic flew to the entrance-door of the public restroom, presumably sealing it to prevent anyone from walking in and recognizing Twilight. At the same time, the instruments of pain that hung on the stall's wall acquired a nimbus of purple energy, and were lifted off their hooks by Twilight's telekinetic grip. Then, she spread her wings - as much as was possible in the narrow stall - and began to beat them, rising slightly into the air. As she hovered over Dash's helpless body, she carefully adjusted her course, swung her body forwards - and landed. A tricky maneuver, but it worked - her hind legs were now balancing on the rim of the toilet-bowl, her forelegs were steadying her against the stall's back wall, and her pussy was pushed forcefully into Rainbow Dash's face.

Then she glanced over her shoulder, and her eyes glowed with magic. The three tools hovering in the air - and the hooffull of nasty-looking clamps - flew into action immediately. The clamps clustered around Dash's exposed pussy, biting down on the fleshy outer labia, and pulling them apart to expose the well-worn pink inside. The square-headed crop flew directly for this easy target, and began to rain loud, whistling strokes down on the sensitive inner labia and clit. The broad, hole-filled paddle, meanwhile, was swinging forcefully at her buttocks, hitting her slightly-puckered, still-gaping sphincter in the process. Finally, the cat-o-nine-tails was focusing on her stomach and chest, with specific focus on her stiff nipples. The sounds of the three-pronged torture resounded very loudly amongst the hard walls of the toilet, and Scootaloo winced sympathetically in her hiding-place.

However, as she continued to watch - too morbidly curious to look away - she realized that Rainbow Dash wasn't acting like she was being tortured. Sure, she was struggling in her chains, muscular legs vibrating as they pulled against unyielding steel... but the way she was moving, the way her body was undulating, it spoke more of ecstasy than agony. And even through the sharp sounds of the whips, the slurping, gurgling sound of her tongue working away in Twilight's wet pussy could be heard. It was just as Twilight had said - Rainbow Dash WAS 'getting off' on it. She was enjoying the pain and humiliation. Even after hearing the blue pegasus' slurred words when she'd first found her, Scootaloo hadn't quite been able to believe it - but by now, she had no choice.

As horror faded into fascination, she finally understood that it was all just a game - a way for to ponies to have fun together, even if it didn't look like it at first. Thus she absorbed the depraved sight, knowing that all she was really seeing was two ponies at play. Twilight Sparkle shuddered and moaned repeatedly in orgasm, as Rainbow Dash's well-motivated tongue worked its magic. Meanwhile, Dash's enjoyment of her rough treatment was made clear by the increasingly wet sound of the crop hitting her exposed pussy. It wasn't as if Twilight was being gentle, though - the cat-o-nine-tails was painting a web of red lines on Dash's entire chest, and the paddle stroking her rump had inflicted deep enough bruises that their purplish-red shade was clearly visible through her blue coat. Her inner labia and clit were swollen and discolored from their rough treatment, but still the magically-controlled crop showed no mercy, landing blow after painful blow.

But finally, the whips fell silent, and Twilight Sparkle's wings began to beat again as she hovered - somewhat unsteadily - backwards. "Well, now..." she said brightly "You've certainly not slacked off on your tongue-training, have you?" She didn't fly all the way out of the stall, however, and as the magically-controlled tools flew back to their original places - hanging themselves neatly from their designated nails - she landed on top of Dash's lower body, hooking her forelegs around the immobilized pegasus' thighs. "I suppose you've earned your reward then... heh." Her horn and eyes glowed in unison as she once again wove several spells together, and Scootaloo felt her coat shiver as she sensed the magical power gathering in the small, dirty toilet-stall.

"I think you're gonna like this one. It's a new trick I came up with recently - I first put it to the test at Pinkie Pie's 'special', invites-only party earlier this week. Shame you couldn't make it - guess you were all tied up, huh?" She giggled, and Scootaloo gaped as something big, hard, and meaty suddenly grew between the elegant Alicorn's legs. "Three ponies passed out from the sheer intensity of the orgasms this can inflict... though not Pinkie Pie, of course. SHE just kept coming back for more. I had to dial it all the way up before SHE'D had enough... well, I suppose it's only fair if I give YOU the same treatment. Wouldn't do for me to be favoring one friend over another, would it?" As she spoke, her playful voice made harsh by the acoustics of the tile-clad room, magical force concentrated around her newly-altered groin.

She certainly had a dick now, Scootaloo concluded - as big and thick as any stallion's. But she hadn't stopped there, oh no. A field of magical energy had coalesced directly beneath her shaft, forming a glowing, dark-pink double for it. As it solidified, however, the oblong shape that had started out as a direct copy of an equine penis, became increasingly alien - the surface became uneven, turning into a mass of knobs, bulges, and blunt little spikes. Scootaloo was so boggled by the sight that it took her several seconds to notice that a much smaller, shorter version of the same thing had formed ABOVE the actual shaft. This tiny, thin shape started from Twilight's groin, just like the other, but extended for less than half of the real dick's full length.

Twilight grinned as she pushed herself forwards, her two full-sized cocks - one flesh and blood, the other sheer, magical force - aimed unerringly at Rainbow Dash's two waiting orifices. Both of them were swollen and battered after the beating they had just received - and were no doubt sore and sensitive. Nonetheless, Dash moaned appreciatively as the two thick rods forced their way inside, lubricated by old cum and fresh saliva. Twilight's progress only stopped briefly at the halfway-point, as she adjusted the aim of the tiny mini-dick poised above her shaft. As she took another step forwards, and the slender intruder disappeared from view, Scootaloo finally realized what it had been for - the peehole, the easily-forgotten third orifice hiding above the pussy. With that in mind, the thin object suddenly seemed a lot thicker - but Rainbow Dash just groaned ecstatically again, shuddering in her chains.

The forwards march didn't stop until Twilight was fully on top of Rainbow Dash, their groins mashed together, and her three-dick combo completely buried to the hilt. At this point, the two ponies locked lips again, loudly and messily making out while Twilight began to fuck her helpless partner with short, sharp thrusts. After a few minutes of this, however, the lavender-colored Alicorn broke the kiss and pushed herself up, standing on her hind legs and wrapping her forelegs around Dash's chained-up hinds for leverage. She grinned down at the pegasus while she adjusted her stance. "Actually, now that I think about it, that jaw-spreading thing was quite fetching. You should reactivate it." Even as she talked, it happened - metal protrusions emerged on the black facemask, arching down through her panting mouth, forming loops behind her teeth that pried open her mouth and kept it that way.

What followed was the most violent, forceful sex Scootaloo had ever seen... well, it was only the second fuckin' she'd ever seen, to be fair, but it was still an order of magnitude more potent than what the stallion had managed earlier. Twilight was using her whole body (and then some, judging by the steady glow of her horn), throwing her hips back and forth with full force. Her tri-penis arrangement repeatedly thundered into Rainbow Dash's battered holes right to the root, before surging back out again. The strokes were a solid half of Twilight's full length, and several times Scootaloo saw the little peehole-intruder leave its designated orifice entirely, only to tear back into it on the next thrust. The whole thing would've seemed unnecessarily brutal even if Dash's genitals HADN'T already been beaten black and blue by the earlier 'punishment'.

By now, however, it no longer surprised Scootaloo to see Rainbow Dash writhe and buck in pleasure rather than scream in pain. The only sounds emerging from her pried-open jaws were lustful panting and whinnies of delight. Twilight was panting too, her tongue hanging from her jaws as she worked her entire body, throwing all of her strength into every thrust. After about ten minutes of this, a loud whinny and sudden stiffening of her body signified that Twilight had cum, the stallion way - and she held her pose for nearly a minute as she pumped her jizz into Dash's womb. Then she started moving again, no less rough than before. This pattern repeated twice more before Twilight collapsed on Dash's chest, obviously out of breath.

For the last third of this half-hour session, Rainbow Dash's whinnies had taken on a noticeably more pained note, and the exhausted Alicorn now grinned up at her friend's strained face from an inch away. "Starting to feel some pressure, hmm? Sorry 'bout that... I found out recently, when I make constructs like these, they seem to get a surge of energy every time I cum... making them grow a bit. Oh, but I'm sure YOU can handle something like this, no problem." Closing the last distance, Twilight started making out with Dash again... if one could call it that. Considering the metallic rods still locking the pegasus' jaws in place, it was really more like Twilight just sticking her tongue down the other pony's throat without resistance, generating some naughty, slurping noises.

After spending a few minutes like that, Twilight started backing up with a sigh, and the glow of her horn faded. Even from her low angle, Scootaloo could see the relief on the pegasus' face as the painful stretching disappeared, though she didn't manage to get a good look at the magical penetrators' new girth before they vanished. She did, however, notice the same black, heavy-looking thing she'd seen dangling below Twilight's pussy earlier - now dangling from the point where her ballsack met her shaft, which would have made it invisible behind the glowing magic of the 'phantom penis' until that point. As she watched, the stallion-gear shrank, faded, and disappeared - morphing back into an ordinary mare's pussy, including the black weight dangling from what had to be the clit. Then that, too, disappeared, leaving only a barely-visible black ring, which was rapidly retreating into the clitoral hood.

Twilight stood for an awkward moment, glancing around the dirty restroom. Then she shrugged. "Well, it's been fun, Dash. I'll be heading home now - but I guess YOU haven't had enough yet, or your chains would've released you." A spark from her horn made her discarded cloak fly up from the floor and nestle around her shoulders, before she undid the seal on the exit-door and trotted out, closing the door behind her. For a while, there was no sound in the room but Rainbow Dash's still-labored breathing. Then Scootaloo emerged from her hiding-place, being careful to make as little noise as possible as she walked up in front of her idol again.

With a full frontal view, Rainbow Dash's body looked even worse than she could've guessed from her low-angled peeping position. The asshole was gaping wide-open, showing its dark-red insides in the wan lights of the public restroom. It was painfully obvious by now that her sphincter had, indeed, been torn to pieces at some point, and then healed that way - large cracks were showing in the battered and swollen ring, rough scar-tissue bordering sensitive skin. Above, her pussy almost looked worse - it was grossly swollen, a mass of purplish-red bruises, gaping open as cum dripped steadily from the dark hole. Just above, a smaller hole gaped - the urethra, normally nigh-invisible, gave mute testimony to just how large the uppermost part of Twilight's three-pronged attack had grown during the session. And at the very peak of this mess, her clit stood tall and proud - too swollen from its rough treatment to fit underneath its hood at this point.

Something else caught Scootaloo's eyes, however. The six clamps Twilight had used to pull open Dash's pussy during the 'punishment' - they were still there. She hadn't noticed earlier due to the way Dash's thighs had gotten in the way of her view, but apparently, the chained-up pony had endured that ludicrously brutal fucking with her tender labia still caught in their cruel jaws. There were three on each side, deforming the swollen pussy-lips as they bit down on them, the tissue around them pale. Feeling suddenly determined, Scootaloo leaned forwards, her nostrils twitching as they picked up the unfamiliar scent - mare-musk, cum and pee, mixed with sweat and a bit of sulfurous stench wafting up from the wide-open asshole. Doing her best to ignore it, she grabbed one of the clamps between her teeth, bit down hard to open it, and pulled it away.

The reaction was instant - Rainbow Dash groaned in pain, jumping and twitching in her chains. Shocked, Scootaloo dropped the removed clamp from between her teeth and watched as color returned to the place where the clamp had previously sat. A dawning realization hit her: The tissue there would've gone numb from being clamped down for so long, and removing the pressure had allowed feeling to return to the area. Clearly, not very PLEASANT feelings, either. As the young filly struggled with the dilemma of how to proceed, Dash's muffled voice interrupted her. "'lease... 'ore..." The pleading tone made a strange shudder go through her small body. The awesomest pony in all of Ponyville was begging, PLEADING with her...

Resolutely, she pulled a clamp off of the other labia - somewhat less gently this time. Rainbow Dash once again convulsed in pain, and Scootaloo quietly watched the reflexive contractions in the older pegasus' groin send little squirts of piss dribbling out of the still-gaping urethra. Suddenly, she became aware of the fact that she needed to pee rather badly. Watching Dash and Twilight's lengthy session had distracted her from her bodily needs, but now they were coming back in force. She glanced towards the toilet-stall she'd been hiding in earlier, and raised her hoof to move in that direction - then paused, as her eyes panned back to the helpless Rainbow Dash. The sensation of power she'd felt, watching the tough pegasus whimper and beg after she'd removed the first clamp was still with her. It was heady, confusing... and addictive.

Still not really sure what she was doing, she moved closer to Dash instead of away. She remembered the way Twilight Sparkle and her unfamiliar male escort had treated Rainbow Dash - including the way the stallion had used her throat on Twilight's suggestion. And she remembered how the normally arrogant pegasus had cooperated every step of the way, and seemingly enjoyed it. Her wings began to beat rapidly, before she'd even finished making up her mind, lifting her from the tiles. She still couldn't fly properly... only barely hover a few inches above the ground. But that was enough to get her on top of the toilet-bowl, and by extension, Rainbow Dash. Yeah, she couldn't fly - she was a 'chicken', and a blank-flank. She'd heard all those insults to the point of numbness. But right now, right here, an older, faster, and far more respected pony was entirely at her mercy.

She took a couple of steps forwards - across Dash's belly and chest. She could feel the tightly-constrained body shake beneath her hooves as they dug into the sensitive flesh. She'd mostly paid attention to the ruination of the groin-area earlier, but now that she had a higher vantage, she was reminded that one of the three whips had spent its time 'caressing' Dash's chest and belly. Pausing, she looked down at the small mounds of the tomboyish pegasus' breasts - they'd taken the brunt of the punishment, and were covered in red lines. The nipples were swollen and bruised. Very deliberately, she put a hoof down on one of them, and twisted it. She was immediately rewarded with a pained groan from Rainbow Dash's wide-open mouth, and the sensation of the muscular body beneath her straining upwards.

Silently licking her lips, she brought another hoof down on the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Then, even before the resulting moan of mixed pain and pleasure had finished, she took a last step forwards and turned 180 degrees - before planting her rump on Rainbow Dash's forcibly-open mouth. As she adjusted her rear, she could feel Dash's wet lips caress her underdeveloped genitals, and almost instantly, something warm and moist rose to poke and prod her young pussy. She hadn't said a word yet, but it didn't seem like Dash required any encouragement to start licking anything that got shoved into her face. Restraining herself from moaning at the unfamiliar sensation radiating out from the point of contact, she instead focused on relaxing her abdominal muscles...

Her straining bladder released its contents in a sputtering stream, filling Rainbow Dash's mouth - and as it did, the agile tongue never stopped moving. Scootaloo could feel it, lapping along her young slit, dancing around the clit and urethra as her pee flowed down it. She felt her heart quicken as the rising pleasure combined with the intoxicating sensation of power and control, and soon - as the stream of urine diminished into a few scattered drops - she reached her first orgasm. A muffled whinny of pleasure escaped from between her tightly-clamped teeth, and every muscle in her young body seemed to strain to contain the sudden flood of ecstasy. Suddenly out of breath and panting, she sat there for several minutes, feeling Dash's tongue continue to dig into her now-sensitized pussy, before pushing herself back to her hooves.

This feeling of pure pleasure... THAT was what Rainbow Dash somehow derived from the kind of torment and humiliation that she'd seen Twilight Sparkle put her through earlier? The thought boggled Scootaloo's malleable mind, but also reinforced her conviction that she was doing the right thing. Whether she could understand it or not, this was apparently something that Dash NEEDED - and something that Scootaloo was capable of giving her. Determined, she walked back across the blue-coated belly and chest, pausing to twist her hooves in both nipples again. At the crotch, she paused and - after a moment's contemplation - gave the swollen, exposed clit the same treatment. Dash's muscular hips bucked in response, and a gurgling groan could be heard behind Scootaloo, who grinned in response. This wasn't hard at all, she decided...

Then, she jumped down, and reached for the whips on the wall. The long, straight crop seemed the easiest to wield in her mouth, she decided, as she pulled it down. She wouldn't be able to wield it with any great degree of strength, but she had a feeling that with Rainbow Dash's genitals in their current state, she didn't really need to, either. Especially since she had some specific targets in mind. Eyeing Dash's battered pussy carefully, she swung the crop at the labia, hitting the clamps that remained there, pulling at them. Batting them sideways and upwards, she managed to detach one with a well-aimed blow, sending it flying - and making Dash's back curve upwards in sudden agony. Scootaloo grinned around the hilt of the crop. Maybe once she'd finished removing the last three clamps, she'd take a page out of Twilight's book and put a few teeth-marks into the tender tissue...

On the next school-day, the Cutie Mark Crusaders made quite an entrance as they marched into the classroom. Not just because they carried themselves with a subtle air of mature confidence, but also because they'd clearly endured their last jeer of 'blank-flank'. All three of them wore new marks on their flanks, bringing eagerly-chattering classmates to their sides, to congratulate and admire them. Of course, one notable pair were less than enthused to lose their favorite target of mockery, and Diamond Tiara was the first to bring up what, exactly, their cutie-marks WERE. "Seriously, Apple Bloom - what's that even supposed to be? A TONGUE, or something? So your special talent is tasting stuff?" Apple Bloom, however, just nodded, blushing slightly. "Yeah... kinda'."

The elegant filly huffed and turned to her next target. "And what about you, Scootaloo? Yours just look like some kind of stick!" Scootaloo shrugged in reply. "Well, that's what it is, more or less. I've got great stick-handling skills. Deal with it." Gritting her teeth, Diamond Tiara focused on the last of the trio. "And you, Sweetie Belle... seriously, what IS that, even? It looks like... I don't even know. A bag on top of something?" Her mark just glanced at her, sighing. "Well, that's accurate enough... as far as it goes. But I suppose someone who got their cutie-mark without any real effort couldn't hope to really understand what ours means." Sweetie Belle fluffed her elegantly made-up mane as she delivered the dig, and as the rest of the class 'oooh'ed, the three friends shouldered their way past Diamond Tiara and her so-far silent sidekick, Silver Spoon. As they passed, however, Sweetie Belle whispered in Silver Spoon's ear. "If you want to know the true meaning of our marks... meet us behind the schoolhouse during recess. You can bring your bitchy friend too, if you must."

A few hours later, the promised time rolled around. Diamond Tiara, upon being told of the challenge by Silver Spoon, had immediately declared that they could not ignore it. And so, while the other foals laughed and ran around on the playground, the pair of them snuck around the corner to the schoolhouse's back. This part of the school area bordered some dense brushland, with a small number of scattered trees and a lot of thick bushes high enough to easily conceal a foal. And considering that the Cutie Mark Crusaders had disappeared behind the schoolhouse just a bit earlier, but now were nowhere to be seen, the bushes were probably doing just that, just now.

However, it didn't take many seconds before the bushes started shaking, announcing the someone was squeezing their way through them, and shortly afterwards, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were face-to-face with the no-longer blank-flanked trio... looking quite different than usual. Scootaloo stood out the most - she was wearing a black leather corset, with a long, black rod identical to the one on her cutie-mark attached to the side, as well as a black leather collar gleaming with silver studs, and black leather boots reaching to above her knees. Something long and black also seemed to be dangling underneath her body, behind her rear legs.

Sweetie Belle contrasted her friend nicely, wearing a tight and skimpy red satin dress, which somehow managed to accentuate the same youthful curves it was hiding. It was not so much leaving her crotch bare as drawing attention to it, with delicate red ribbons crossing between her rear orifices, pulled tight to make them both bulge out slightly. It was making both of the viewers blush for reasons they couldn't entirely understand. Apple Bloom, meanwhile, was wearing a frilly, baby-blue negligee, which would've conveyed a sense of childlike innocence if not for the fact that it seemed several sizes too small. Instead, the way it hugged her figure and left her rump entirely bare signaled a dangerous, new-found maturity.

Diamond Tiara finally found her voice. "What's with those get-ups, blan... ahem. Fillies?" It was a fair question - after all, most ponies only wore clothes when it was needed for practical reasons, or on special occasions for decoration. Sweetie Belle stepped forwards, the movement making the red satin of her dress shimmer distractingly, to answer. "Well, you wanted to know what our cutie-marks mean, right? So we thought we'd dress appropriately, and I borrowed a few things from my big sister's store." Before Diamond Tiara could puzzle out how dresses like those might be 'appropriate' for ANYTHING, Scootaloo stepped forwards too. "Right, then - I'LL start!"

She pointed at the rod strapped to her side with her nose. "This is a riding-crop. It's used to punish ponies who've been bad. And that's MY special talent - dealing out punishment." Before any specific questions could be raised, Apple Bloom stepped forwards as well. "And as for mine, well, it's a tongue, like ya said! Because my special talent is using my tongue... for a variety of things. Not tasting stuff, specifically, though. In fact, I tend not to notice the taste much." Finally, Sweetie Belle turned herself sideways to flash her cutie-mark - which was easily visible through a strategically-placed gap in her dress. "And mine? Well, I'll admit it can be hard to tell, but it's a bag of money, on top of a pony's rump. 'cuz I'm very good at using my rear end to make money."

Finally finding a chance to get a word in edgewise, Diamond Tiara protested. "But none of that explains ANYTHING!" To this, the three ponies responded with a simultaneous grin, and started walking towards her and Silver Spoon. "Oh, don't worry, you two... you're gonna get a DEMONSTRATION, too!" Instinctively, the two fillies started to back away - only to be immediately reminded that they literally had their backs to the wall. Scootaloo then jumped forwards suddenly, interspersing her body between Diamond Tiara and her gray-coated friend. Both of them violently shied away from her sudden intrusion, increasing the space between them as Scootaloo turned to look at Silver Spoon with a predator gleam in her eyes. "Hey, you guys can deal with D.T. - I'll handle this one by myself. I think she's... just my type."

As Scootaloo advanced on her, licking her lips, Silver Spoon started to walk backwards, sweating nervously. "Your... type? What are you talking about? Stay back..." Scootaloo just shook her head and continued to advance. "Yeah, my type. See, I've noticed, even though you and Diamond Tiara's always been giving us a hard time, SHE is the one who's always taking the lead. You're just following behind, mirroring her sentiments and agreeing with whatever she says. A natural submissive, yes? Well, there's nothing wrong with that - some ponies like to be ordered around, and some ponies like to GIVE orders - it all works out well in the end. Now stop backing away, or you'll be in for some punishment!"

The last part of Scootaloo's speech wasn't any louder than the rest - in fact, it was quieter - but it rang with a level of absolute authority that seemed to echo in Silver Spoon's ears. She froze in mid-step, eyes widening, as Scootaloo continued to advance... and then brushed past her, close enough for her to feel the texture of the leather corset against her coat. "That's better... see, I don't think you're a bad pony , you've just fallen in with some bad COMPANY. You just need to be taught a lesson , then I'm sure you'll see the light. If you take your punishment well, I will reward you... with pleasure." Silver Spoon only shuddered in reply, unable to resist the certitude and authority in Scootaloo's voice. It was true, she'd always been a follower, happier to let someone else take the lead. Life was easier that way. And something in Scootaloo's voice and behavior seemed to promise to take that way of life to a whole new level. So when the riding-crop came down on her flank - right on her cutie-mark, in fact - she only jumped slightly, giving a quiet, little yelp...

Meanwhile, Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom had boxed in Diamond Tiara, surrounding her on both sides as she shivered, intimidated by the sudden aggressiveness of ponies she'd easily bullied only last week. "Oh, don't be so scared... we only want to show you a good time..." Sweetie Belle's voice was strange, all throaty and smooth, doing nothing to quiet Diamond Tiara's apprehension. However, the two ponies weren't going to rely purely on words, and in a sudden, well-planned maneuver, Sweetie Belle dropped to the ground while Apple Bloom shoved her shoulder against Diamond Tiara's flanks - making her stumble sideways, trip over Sweetie Belle, and land on her back as her trademark tiara rolled away.

In a flash, Sweetie Belle was on top of her, pinning her legs - worse, she was turned the wrong way around, leaving her rump - with those bright red ribbons drawing entirely too much attention to the naughty bits of it - dangling above Diamond Tiara's face. As she opened her mouth to scream for help, it descended on her, turning the scream into a vague mumble. Something wet and pungent was covering her mouth, and an odd, sweet-yet-tangy fluid was hitting her tongue. As she struggled against the weight on top of her, she heard Apple Bloom's voice from somewhere on the other side of Sweetie Belle's sightline-blocking body. "All right, Diamond Tiara - now you're gonna find out just what I can do with my tongue..."

Then, something wet and soft touched her exposed cunny, moving in a strange way. It was going up and down, focusing on the top for a while, then pushing in between the folds. Apple Bloom's tongue, she realized. But... how could she lick a place like that? That was DIRTY! The next thought that occurred to her, however, was 'How could it feel so good to be licked there?' A strange sensation was emanating from her cunny, particularly near the top. She'd never been so aware of that part of her body before - it had never seemed important. It was just the place she peed from, and therefore an important place to wash when she bathed. But right now, as Apple Bloom's tongue continued to caress her in ways she found confusingly arousing, it seemed like the most important part of her body.

It was also starting to dawn on her that the wet fleshy thing blocking her mouth was Sweetie Belle's cunny... but as her pulse quickened and a roaring sensation she had no name for began to fill her mind, that fact became increasingly unimportant. Finally, as Apple Bloom's talented tongue teased her underdeveloped clit out of its hood and began to lick it vigorously, Diamond Tiara had her first orgasm, moaning loudly into Sweetie Belle's moist folds. Of course, Apple Bloom didn't stop there - her tongue continued to work away at the now even more sensitive slit. And Diamond Tiara, weighted down and effectively gagged, could do nothing to protest - she could only shake as another climax built within her, blasting her malleable young mind with unendurable pleasure. She was too absorbed in ecstasy to even notice that her tongue had started moving on its own, imitating what she was feeling from her groin by poking into Sweetie Belle's half-open pussy, teasing her inner labia. Nor did pay any attention to the moans this created.

For over ten minutes, the treatment continued, drawing several more orgasms from Diamond Tiara. Then, just as she was starting to get used to the constant flow of pleasure, the two other ponies stepped up their game with a change of tactics. The tongue that had been exploring her cunny for so long disappeared, only to reappear a split second later - and a couple of inches lower. It was prodding at her hiney-hole, the dirtiest and nastiest part of her body... but her entire groin area seemed to be tingling after the multiple orgasms, and the gentle stimulation of her sphincter felt intensely pleasurable as a result. At the same time, another mouth closed over her cunny, with a different tongue exploring the hypersensitive orifice from a whole new angle. It was Sweetie Belle, showing off HER oral skills, she realized - mainly from the fact that the pressure on her face had been reduced.

That was the last bit of reasoning she'd be doing for a while. Her sphincter soon relented and relaxed under the gentle prodding, and the soft, muscular tongue forced its way inside her rectum, stimulating her in ways she could never have imagined. At the same time, Sweetie Belle's tongue was continuing the assault on her cunny - less skillfully than the previous occupant, perhaps, but still plenty enough to make her convulse in repeated, seemingly-continuous orgasms, aroused beyond all measure. Her head rolled on the ground, moving her mouth out from under the muffling cunny that had previously been forced against it, but there was no thoughts of calling for help left in her mind.

Instead, she just stared over at Silver Spoon. The ladylike, gray-coated filly was kneeling on the ground, huffing and moaning, as Scootaloo mounted her with powerful thrusts. From her current, low-angled vantage, Diamond Tiara could finally get a proper look at the dangling black thing she'd spotted bits of when Scootaloo first introduced her outfit. It was shaped like a colt's peepee, but apparently carved from some sort of black material - clearly artificial - and attached to Scootaloo's groin with a strap of some kind. Right now, it was pounding Silver Spoon's tender cunny, and from the glazed look in the young filly's eyes, it had already led her to a number of orgasms.

As Diamond Tiara watched, fascinated in a detached, mind-flooded-with-pleasure sort of way, Scootaloo stopped her thrusting and, with a grunt, took a half-step back to pull her strapped-on shaft completely out. It was glistening with juices from end to other. "All right, I think we're ready to take this to the next level... bend your knees a bit!" Silver Spoon groaned quietly, seemingly unhappy with the artificial rod's removal from her cunny, but instantly obeyed, lowering her rump a few inches. When Scootaloo thrust forwards again, a strained look came over the gray filly's face, and a pained whinny escaped from between her tightly-clamped teeth. "Please... it hurts..."

The crop whistled out of its holster so fast it seemed like a blur, and struck Silver Spoon's cheek with a snap. She gasped and froze in her tracks while Scootaloo's voice whispered from around the handle she held in her mouth. "I believe what you're trying to say is 'Please, mistress , it hurts.' Correct?" Silver Spoon took several quick breaths through her nostrils, then nodded. "Yes... mistress..." With a slight creak, the crop was placed back in its holster, and Scootaloo grinned. "That's better. As for your complaint, you'll get used to it before you know it. A good little pony needs to be ready to serve her betters with any and all of her orifices as a matter of course. And just for that little outburst, you'll be cleaning this thing when I'm done..." With a firm grip around Silver Spoon's shoulders, Scootaloo pushed her athletic body forwards, burying her strapped-on tool in the groaning filly's rump, before starting to thrust forcefully.

At this point, Diamond Tiara's head was roughly shoved back up by one of Sweetie Belle's rear hooves. "Bit of a one-way street here, isn't it?" The young unicorn's voice was as sweet and throaty as ever, and immediately drew Diamond Tiara's attention - especially since the delightful sensation in her cunny stopped at the same time. "If you want me to continue, you'll need to get your own tongue moving too. Come on, it's not hard..." That got her attention. She barely had names for what she was feeling, but she DID know that she didn't want it to stop. As soon as the moist folds of Sweetie Belle's cunny descended on her face again, she started to lick it vigorously - she didn't have the same kind of polished technique or natural talent as the other two ponies, but she did her best anyway - and the recipient seemed to appreciate the results.

As Sweetie Belle redoubled her efforts, presumably to make the difference in skill obvious, Diamond Tiara found herself slipping further and further away, overwhelmed by a rapid succession of orgasms. Her senses were overloaded - her nostrils filled with the smell of sweat and mare-musk, her tongue coated in slick, slightly tangy juice, her chest slowly rubbed by Sweetie Belle's red satin dress... And of course, her two nether orifices were being vigorously and continuously stimulated. Her hiney-hole was completely invaded by now, with Apple Bloom's soft lips surrounding the sphincter in an intimate kiss, while the tongue explored deep inside. Sweetie Belle, meanwhile, occasionally switched up her constant licking by lightly brushing her teeth across the sensitive little nub above her cunny-slit. With her own tongue moving mostly on automatic, she felt herself drifting into darkness as her eyes rolled back in her head...

She was awakened by the sound of the end-of-recess bell, and the chorus of complaints that answered it from the playing ponies on the other side of the schoolhouse. Nopony was on top of her - she was just lying on her back in the grass, staring up into the blue sky, and for a moment, she thought that she'd just had a very strange dream. Then she noticed the slurping sounds, and pushed herself upright to look around. Right next to her, Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom were entangled, one on top of the other, head-to-rump. She lacked the background knowledge to call it a '69', but that was what it was - both had their muzzles buried in the others groin, licking and sucking away as they satisfied whatever pent-up desires their long session with Diamond Tiara had left them with. The recess, she knew, was half an hour... so no more time than that could have passed. But it felt like a lifetime.

Looking past them, she spotted Scootaloo, sitting leaned-back against the schoolhouse wall with one hoof draped across the back of Silver Spoon's head. Said head was bobbing up and down over the black staff rising from Scootaloo's groin, seemingly unconcerned by the small, brown stains dotting it - not to mention the far larger, RED stains around the base. A slurping sound could be heard from her muzzle as she licked the shaft clean, just like Scootaloo had declared that she would. She gave no indication that she'd heard the bell - or if she had, she apparently considered it unimportant next to following the orders of her 'mistress'. Scootaloo, too, just continued to guide her head with a steady hoof.

Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom, however, stirred - raising (and lowering, respectively) their heads from the others' crotch as the jarring sound rang out. "Awww... recess is already over... I barely had time to cum twice!" Complained Apple Bloom, who was on the bottom of the tangle of legs, hooves and necks. Sweetie Belle shrugged as she jumped off. "Don't worry, Apple Bloom - you can catch up after school. I'm sure Scootaloo and her strap-on will help too! And it looks like it'll be freshly-cleaned for the occasion..." The two of them grinned over at their orange-coated companion as Apple Bloom rolled to her hooves, and Scootaloo returned it lazily as she relinquished her hold on Silver Spoon's head and let her straighten up with a gasp. The shiny black stallion-tool simulacrum she left behind was, indeed, sparkly-clean and glistening with fresh saliva.

As the three friends gathered again, Diamond Tiara struggled to shake off the afterglow, stumbling clumsily to her hooves and grabbing her tiara from where it had fallen almost as an afterthought. Silver Spoon, whose eyes still looked rather glazed-over, staggered over to her side, seemingly out of habit more than thought. Sweetie Belle, still licking the remnants of Apple Bloom's juices off her muzzle, turned to face the two of them, smiling wickedly. "Well, then - before we go back to class, there's just one more detail to handle... namely, our payment. I know how much you both get in allowance, so there's no point in claiming you can't afford it - just pony up!"

"Uhm... payment?" Diamond Tiara shook her head in an effort to get her thoughts straightened out, and Sweetie Belle nodded at her with a grin. "Well, yeah! You didn't think something like that would be free of charge, did you? And I TOLD you what MY cutie-mark meant, didn't I? Heh. Or maybe you'd prefer it if we billed your parents directly, for 'services rendered'..." Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon both froze stiff at the thought of what kind of embarrassing conversation THAT might lead to, and with a brief glance at each other, simultaneously pulled out the jingling bags containing their allowance for the week.

The bags immediately acquired a light-green nimbus of light, and hovered over to Sweetie Belle, whose horn was glowing in the same color as she grinned eagerly. "Pleasure doing business with you two. If you find yourself needing some more of what we're selling, come see us at our clubhouse after school..." Diamond Tiara blinked, mouth suddenly dry at the thought of soaring back to that all-consuming sensation of pleasure. "But... that was out allowance for the entire week!" Sweetie Belle just shrugged, smiling naughtily over her shoulder as she - along with her two friends - turned and dove into the underbrush again. "Then I guess we'll see you next week... but if you just can't wait, come by anyway. Maybe we can work something out..."

A few minutes later, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon arrived in class, with the now-undressed Cutie Mark Crusaders not far behind. Miss Cheerilee was quick to lambaste them for showing up late, but didn't stop there. "And what happened to you, Silver Spoon? You've got bruises on your face, AND your flanks!" Silver Spoon froze at the question, sweat-drops forming on her forehead, but Scootaloo quickly came to her rescue. "We were playing in the forest behind the school, and she ran into a tree, Miss Cheerilee." The cheerful schoolteacher paused, looking across the five of them, and then smiled warmly. "Well, you'll need to be more careful if you're going to play in the woods together - and make sure to get back here as soon as the bell sounds! But it's SO nice to see you all getting along at last, I suppose I'll let it slide this time... I hope you'll all stay friends from now on." The three Cutie Mark Crusaders nodded in unison, smiling broadly, while Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon glanced nervously at them. "Oh, we're planning to, Miss Cheerilee..."

Twilight Sparkle was in a good mood as she trotted down the path towards Fluttershy's cottage. She was still enjoying the afterglow of a very enjoyable threesome she'd had with Applejack and Big Macintosh. She'd been leery of broaching the subject to them at first, but after realizing that her current approach - seeking anonymous sex in the Refugee Camp - wasn't sustainable in the long term, she'd decided to give it a shot. They'd responded surprisingly well, treating it like no big deal - and not only had it been enjoyable, she'd also gotten her fill of cum and pussy-juice alike. So now she could sleep easy knowing that even when the refugees started to return to their now-safe homelands, she'd have access to a reliable food-source.

Her main concern at the moment, thus, was that it had been over a month since anyone had spoken to Fluttershy. In fact, hardly anyone had seen her since the end of the Final Ritual. She'd come into town to shop every few days, but always seemed to be in a hurry and never stayed to chat. Now, normally, Twilight - and the rest of her friends - would be more than a little concerned about that. But in the immediate aftermath of the last ritual, Fluttershy had told them that she'd struck a bargain with Death in order to keep dangerous creatures from preying on ponies, donkeys, griffons, and other sophonts. She'd also mentioned that she'd be 'busy'. It hadn't taken long to figure out what THAT meant - the sounds that could be heard when passing close by the cottage provided enough data for an easy conclusion.

However, after this long it seemed sensible to at least check up on Fluttershy, just to see how she was holding up. And even as she approached the isolated cottage, she could tell that things had changed. The place had always been surrounded by frolicking animals, and while there were still beasts all around, it was a different kind - and they most definitely did not frolic. The creek that marked the border of Fluttershy's land, usually filled with ducks, frogs and the like, now seemed to play host to a number of large reptiles - crocodiles and alligators alike, with a large Cragadile floating in the center like an ambulatory reef. (Well, actually, it was a fairly small specimen, by Cragadile standards - but that was still pretty big by pony standards.)

It only got worse as she crossed the small bridge over the creek. The little 'forest friends' that could usually be found scurrying all over the place - squirrels, mice, rabbits and small birds - were all gone, and she couldn't blame them. The place was packed with predators. Several large cats - lions, tigers, leopards, and what looked like a cheetah - were sunning themselves on her front lawn. A pack of wolves were watching from the shade of a nearby tree. Not far from them, a couple of large Timberwolves were prowling restlessly, their wooden joints creaking. A Manticore was perched on top of the house, batlike wings spread for balance. And near Fluttershy's chicken-coop, a large Chimera could be seen, two heads resting while the third kept watch. The other beasts all gave it a wide berth, and a faint, shuddering clucking from inside the chicken-coop indicated that ITS residents weren't happy about their new neighbor either.

Twilight felt their eyes on her, and readied a spell, her horn glowing slightly. She didn't expect to need it - not based on what Fluttershy had said about the deal she made with Death - but it never hurt to be ready, just in case. Sure enough, though, while several of the creatures eyed her hungrily, none of them moved or even acted aggressively. Stepping gingerly, Twilight Sparkle walked between them, following the sound of moans and heavy breathing to the glade behind the house - a nice little isolated spot, surrounded by dense woodlands. There, sure enough, she found Fluttershy... at least, that's who she ASSUMED the barely-visible flash of pastel-yellow coat she could see between the three rutting animals was.

A big-boned bear was lying on his back - about the only critter who looked like he BELONGED there. His hips were flexing as he thrust upwards. Above him, a large Timberwolf was thrusting forwards with wooden determination. And somewhere in between, her face concealed behind a ball of white fluff, was Fluttershy. As Twilight drew closer, she got a better angle on the action, and recognized the white fluffball - it was Angel, Fluttershy's beloved pet bunny, standing fearlessly on the bear's chest as Fluttershy gently sucked his small, bright-red pecker. His paws were tangled in her pastel-pink hair, guiding her head authoritatively even as the rest of her body was shaken by the vigorous, double-sided fucking she was enduring.

Standing next to the foursome, she loudly cleared her throat - causing Fluttershy's previously unfocused eyes to glance in her direction. The timid pegasus lifted her head, breaking off the oral treatment she'd been lavishing on Angel - ignoring his insistent pulls on her mane. "I'm sorry, Angel, but I need to talk to Twilight Sparkle, since she's come all the way out here..." She looked down at him guiltily, and he did a rapid, angry succession of stomps, making the bear beneath him grumble. "Oh, please don't be angry, Angel... I'll give you TWO blowjobs later, okay?" The rabbit sighed, jumped off the bear, and dashed towards the nearby cottage.

Twilight Sparkle glanced after him. His willful behavior was nothing new, but... "What's up with Angel? I mean, I can't imagine HE'S part of your deal with Death... he might be a bit rowdy sometimes, but he's hardly a vicious predator." Fluttershy smiled sweetly as she answered, her voice surprisingly even considering the double-penetration she was in the middle of. "Oh, he just wants some attention. Most of my other forest friends have left, you see - they didn't like all the predators coming around all the time. Angel's stuck with me - but I have to prove that I haven't forgotten about him, even though I'm spending most of my time with all my NEW friends..." Her usually-smooth voice had a slightly ragged, hoarse edge to it, and Twilight looked worriedly over at her.

"And how much time ARE you spending with your 'new friends', exactly? There seems to be quite a line forming in front of your house... and you look kind of tired. Is this some kind of rush-hour? I can come back later if that would work better..." Fluttershy opened her mouth to answer, then bit her lower lip and lowered her head, a small moan escaping from her muzzle. Apparently, the tireless work of the two large beasts had paid off, supplying her with an orgasm strong enough that it took her a few seconds to find her voice again. "Ahh... no... uhm. It's pretty much always like this. I only take breaks to eat, go to the bathroom, and visit town for supplies." Twilight blinked rapidly. "You've been doing this... constantly... for the past MONTH? Wait, what about sleep? You must take breaks to sleep, too, unless you got another 'gift' from those crazy stallions that you haven't told the rest of us about..."

"Oh, no - I just use THAT..." Her voice sounded unconcerned, and her wing pointed towards a corner of the glade. There, a simple, wooden construction had been erected - a pair of low logs pounded into the ground, with a sturdy crossbar nailed to the top. "I just lay over it so it keeps my rump up, and let the wolves use me while I sleep. It's very efficient! There's almost always several wolves here, and they aren't very demanding - also, they tend to need quite a bit of time, because of their knots, you see. Oh... do you know what a knot is?" Twilight whistled in surprise. Yeah, she knew what a knot was - though mainly from her anatomy books. More importantly, she was impressed! She thought that HER sex-life had been getting pretty intense since the rituals - and Rainbow Dash's was perhaps even more extreme. But Fluttershy had them both beat handily - she'd been living the life of an animal fucktoy 24/7, with no breaks, for over a month.

"Uhm... yeah, I know about those. But... you say the wolves 'aren't very demanding'. Does that mean that some of the other beasts ARE very demanding?" She asked cautiously, her curiosity - and various other parts of her - aroused. Fluttershy quick nodded. "Well, yes... some of them DO have very specific requirements. Like the Timberwolves - they always want a double penetration, but their knots are too big for me to fit two - so I have to get another kind of animal to fill my other hole. The big kitties all insist on anal, and I have to clean them afterwards... they all have these little bristles around their heads, too, which pick up all kinds of stuff. Kind of makes me wish I had time to wash my ass sometimes, the way Rarity does." The last part was added as a thoughtful afterthought, before she continued listing her apparently bountiful experience with the preferred perversions of the animal kingdom.

"The Chimeras kind of remind me of Pestilence... you know, from the ritual? Except they've got four penises. Well, technically, three, but one of them splits into two. I can't fit all of them inside me at the same time, so instead, they tell me to do other stuff to satisfy them, like licking their buttholes and drinking their pee. I don't get those coming by every day, which is good since it always takes a while to satisfy one. Oh, and Manticores are rare too, but very memorable. I have to let them sting me with their tail, right on the clit! They don't inject enough poison to really hurt me, of course - just enough to make my clit swell up enormously and become really sensitive. THEN they fuck me a bunch. The swelling lasts all day, though - so it makes it a bit harder to satisfy the rest of the visitors. "

Twilight winced. She barely remembered what pain felt like anymore, but her imagination was still working fine - and she couldn't imagine that taking a giant scorpion stinger to the clit would be particularly pleasant. "Uhm... I see... what about the crocodiles and alligators? I noticed quite a few floating around out in the creek." Fluttershy, whose beatific smile had stayed completely unchanged by the sordid and unpleasant subject. "Oh, yes... they're just a bit lazy. I have to do all the work with them - I often have them roll over and mount them while servicing a Timberwolf or one of the big kitties at the same time." Shrugging, Twilight glanced back towards the front of the house, where the mixed menagerie were waiting their turn. "Well, that sounds efficient, at least... what about the Cragadile? Same thing, only bigger and harder?" Fluttershy froze, eyes panning towards the creek - out of sight on the other side of the cottage.

"There's... a Cragadile out there?" Twilight nodded. "Oh. Well. Uhm. They're... kind of rough. But not really! All they want is a really deep penetration - all the way down to the sheath. And that isn't really unreasonable, is it? But they're too big, so I can't manage it... and then they get really angry, and I have to do a bunch of other stuff to calm them down. It takes a lot of time, too. They're really rare, fortunately - only two have come by so far. Well, three, with this one." Raising an eyebrow, Twilight looked at her friend thoughtfully. So far, she'd talked about her new occupation - if one could call it that - with her customary level of eventemperedness. This was the first indication that it wasn't all roses and orgasms. "Other stuff, huh?" She asked cautiously, unsure of whether she really wanted to know.

"Well, yes... they beat me with their tails, you see. The first had me bend over and smacked my rump 'till it was practically purple! Then he fucked my ass for a while, having me clean him off at regular intervals. The second one was worse, though - he had me lie on my back with my legs spread, and smacked my pussy instead. It got all swollen and... it really hurt. And afterwards, I had to give him a rimjob - and when he thought I wasn't doing a good enough job of it, he smacked my groin some more. It was only afterwards that he was willing to fuck me - my pussy, of course. The swelling didn't go down for days..."

Twilight stared at Fluttershy for a second. "Uhhh... and I take it you continued servicing the animals throughout that period?" The pastel-colored pony immediately nodded. "Well, yes, of course... they never stop coming, you know." She shot a pained glance up towards the roof of her cottage, where the Manticore still perched. "A Manticore, a Chimera AND a Cragadile all in one day, though... that's kind of... a lot. Maybe this really IS a bad time. Was there something important you needed to talk to me about?" Twilight followed her glance, and did the math. The Manticore's whole 'swollen, hypersensitive clit' deal would NOT make a very nice combination with the Cragadile's apparent sadism. At least not for anypony who was still capable of feeling pain. And besides...

With a sigh, she shook her head. "No, I just came to check up on you, and a good thing too. Look, you're getting mobbed here - let me help you catch up on it, okay? Don't forget that you've got friends. If you're getting overwhelmed, just let me know. I don't know about the others, but I'm sure Rainbow Dash would be happy to help as well - especially with the aforementioned Chimeras, Manticores and Cragadiles. She doesn't mind a bit of pain, after all." The last few words of her speech were nearly drowned out by a sudden, lusty howl from the Timberwolf, who had been doggedly humping away at Fluttershy's ass during their entire conversation. Pushing all the way forwards, he shivered slightly with his head raised for a minute or so - then jumped sideways off of Fluttershy's back, sweeping one of his hind legs across her body in the process, so that he was left ass-to-ass with her. The maneuver prompted a low, purring moan from Fluttershy, and Twilight could see a bit of well-polished, freshly-lubricated wood still connecting the two of them.

The bear beneath her, who had until then seemed content to slowly flex his hips every ten seconds or so, apparently took this as his cue. A pair of huge paws rose to nearly encircle Fluttershy's waist, and using the point where her ass was stuck on the Timberwolf's wooden knot as a fulcrum, he began to bouncer her up and down on his large, oddly-shaped shaft. Her eyes started to glaze over almost immediately, face flushing as a succession of moans escaped her lips. Twilight shook her head in annoyance - their discussion had been effectively cut off, and it didn't seem like Fluttershy would be in any shape to reply 'till the bear was done getting his rocks off. Well, it wasn't as if there was anything LEFT to debate, anyway.

Determined, Twilight Sparkle turned on a hoof and walked back out in front of the cottage, where the predators lounged in Fluttershy's 'waiting room', and cleared her throat. Several attentive and hungry eyes immediately fixed on her, but she ignored them as she walked down to the creek. "I'm sorry, everyone, but Fluttershy is still busy... however, I'LL be helping out around here for a while. Hey, Cragadile - you're up next. Come on." The large, vicious-looking amphibian snorted, sending tiny waves rippling out from his nostrils, but started climbing up the bank. Even if she didn't have Fluttershy's talent for UNDERSTANDING animals, that clearly didn't stop them from understanding HER. The water ran in rivulets down the rocky armor-plates that covered his hardened body, and she couldn't suppress a shiver of apprehension as she saw his whole body for the first time. Even if he was small for a Cragadile - presumably a rather young specimen - he was still as large as four or five ponies, and probably weighted more than twenty. If his equipment was anywhere near proportional... well, it was certainly no wonder that Fluttershy couldn't manage to take his full length. It seemed unlikely that any normal pony could.

Of course, SHE wasn't a 'normal' pony, as she repeatedly reminded herself during the walk back to the glade behind the cottage. And it wasn't just her immunity to pain, either. It had taken her a while to realize just what the Four Stallions had done to her, but some time after the ritual, while playing with a 'King-sized' toy that Rarity had crafted for her, she'd figured it out. Her cervix had been permanently torn open, and her womb had been stretched and deformed - rendering her sterile, without a doubt. Not something she was particularly happy about, but Death HAD claimed - during the first ritual - that the whole 'sacrifice of life' thing in the ritual specifically referred to her 'seat of life'... that is, her womb, representing her ability to create new life. That she lost that ability somewhere along the way shouldn't come as a surprise, and considering that she'd gone into the ritual willing to lose a lot more than that, she had little cause to complain.

And, as she proved several minutes later, the 'injury' was not without its advantages. Panting as she laid on her back underneath the Cragadile's towering, boulder-heavy body, she felt his huge cock push its way into her pussy. It had a broad, mushroom-shaped head, with the shaft narrowing significantly right behind it, only to widen again gradually. The girth alone rivaled that of the Four Stallions, and as it continued to grow towards the base, it even surpassed them. Of course, it was the length that was the issue - and soon, she felt the floppy edges of the Cragadile's large cockhead brush across the shattered remnants of her cervix, pushing into her womb. Already, she'd passed the point that Fluttershy could realistically have managed, and there was still more.

However, the womb was designed to stretch and expand - and hers had been put through enough exercise both during the rituals and the month since then that it did so easily. As it stretched upwards and outwards, pushing her internal organs aside, a clear outline of the tremendous tool appeared on her belly, outlined in purple and still moving forwards. The gap between their bodies narrowed, gradually shutting off her view of the pale-pink shaft that bridged the distance, and finally, it was gone altogether. Her head caught between the grass and the Cragadile's rocky chest, she heard him snort in surprise above her. And sure enough, she could feel something stony brushing against her labia - the edges of his sheath, presumably. His cock filled her to the point where she was having trouble breathing, but she'd taken it all.

Apparently delighted with her unnatural capacity, the Cragadile began to vigorously fuck her - moving with surprising speed and agility for something with such a huge, heavy body. He wasn't holding anything back on her account, either - the thrusts thundered into her with all of his weight behind them, which probably amounted to several tons what with his heavy, rock-like armor. Every thrust went in to the root, too - she could feel the craggy rim of his sheath leaving an imprint on her labia at the termination of each downwards movement. The impact he was having on her INSIDES was best not contemplated.

Fortunately, she was in no danger of doing much in the way of contemplation. The feeling of being stretched wide-open and filled to the brim with hot cock was practically enough to make her cum all by itself. Add to that the literally ground-shaking power of the thrusts, the way his sheath was roughly stimulating her labia and clit, and the sensation of being caught under an immense, powerful body, and she was soon lost in a labyrinth of pleasure. Moaning and shaking under the influence of repeated orgasms, she lost all track of time. The Cragadile, meanwhile, was more than happy with his spacious and pliable fuckhole, and kept going for as long as his virility would allow. By the time he stepped backwards, pulling his rapidly softening cock out, he'd cum three times - coating the insides of Twilight's already overstuffed pussy with a thick layer of sticky, goopy spunk.

As the shadow of the huge body disappeared from above her, Twilight Sparkle squeezed her eyes nearly shut against the sudden brightness. It wasn't THAT bad, though - the sun had moved significantly since last she saw it, covering the glade in the shadows of the surrounding trees - and by a quick assessment, she judged that at least an hour and a half had passed. Clearly, a creature as nigh-invulnerable as the Cragadile had no reason to be hurried in its mating-procedure. Pushing herself up on her elbows, she looked after the retreating creature, who was waddling away in the direction of the Everfree Forest without so much as a 'see you later' - which, to be fair, was just the way she liked her casual sexual encounters. Glancing down, she then took in the condition he'd left her body in. Her pussy was still gaping wide-open, like a dark, sticky tunnel, her labia held spread by two layers of dried, encrusted cum - and a fresh layer, too. The severe stretching had made her asshole practically disappear, turning it into a tiny little half-moon shaped thing nearly hidden under the displaced skin of her groin.

Then, realizing that the glade still resounded with moans of pleasure and groans of predatory lust, she looked over at where she'd last seen Fluttershy. The Timberwolf and the bear were nowhere to be seen, but the gentle pony was still pulling double duty - a large alligator was on his back underneath her, and riding her from behind THIS time was none other than the Manticore she'd seen perched on the roof earlier. Squinting, she looked closer at the point where Fluttershy's groin met the alligator's, and sure enough, she could see a hugely-swollen, purplish-red thing there, dangling right above the moist slit, and probably hitting the alligator's scaly belly on every downthrust. She clearly hadn't been kidding about what Manticores liked to do to a pony's clit.

With a wince, Twilight pushed herself back to her hooves and walked - somewhat bow-legged - back to the front of the cottage. More animals had arrived during the interval, most notably a small pack of wolves, who were currently mingling with those who'd arrived earlier. There were nearly twenty of them by now, indicating that Fluttershy would be in for an eventful night, too. There were still only two of the far larger Timberwolves, though, and with a grin, she whistled at them. "Okay, next up - you two Timberwolves, come right this way." She returned their green-eyed stares without fear, then turned around and began to walk back towards the glade - swishing her hips seductively, and making sure to keep her tail lifted so that the pursuing Timberwolves could see the absolute wreckage the Cragadile had left behind. She could hear them sniffing excitedly at the air, picking up her hormone-laced scent. Maybe Fluttershy couldn't handle a double knotting from these big boys, she thought with a smirk - but she felt fairly confident that SHE could.

A short while later, she found out the hard way WHY Fluttershy hadn't been able to do it. The Timberwolves' tools were shaped like any old canine cock - a bulb near the base called the 'knot', a long, smooth shaft that first broadened and then narrowed towards the tip, which came to a fairly fine point. In flesh-and-blood canines, the knot only swelled to full size when the animal was fully aroused and getting close to an orgasm. These dicks, however, were made out of wood - smooth, polished, unyieldingly hard wood - just like the rest of the Timberwolves' bodies. Their knots couldn't swell or deflate. And apparently, whatever magic animated these creatures from branch and twig, had left their utterly unnecessary mating-gear in a permanently fully-engorged state. The knots were wider across than her hooves. Getting even ONE inside under those circumstances was a tremendous task, and getting one into the remaining orifice while the first was already blocking up her groin seemed impossible.

Her saving grace was the stretched-open conditions of her pussy, courtesy of the Cragadile. After letting the first Timberwolf mount her ass - getting his smooth knot past her sphincter with a lot of difficulty - the gaping hole beneath it was squeezed partially shut. It remained lax enough, however, to allow the second Timberwolf to push his full length - knot and all - inside of her too. The thin tissue separating the two orifices was caught between two hard, round balls, sending all kinds of indecipherable signals to her brain as the wolf above her started to fuck her powerfully, using his potent thrust (and the fact that her still somewhat-tight sphincter had clamped down behind his knot when the other Timberwolf introduced his thick tool) to push and pull her, providing some movement for the one beneath her, too.

Having her entire body bounced back and forth by her asshole was an unusual experience, and the wooden cocks inside her struck an interesting balance between the unnatural hardness she'd come to enjoy in Rarity's toys and the strength and vitality of a living tool, which she constantly longed for. Soon, she was floating away on chains of orgasms, barely noticing the foul breath of her lovers. When she wasn't too caught up in her own pleasure, she watched Fluttershy at work. The eternally optimistic pony had soon finished satisfying both the lazy alligator beneath her, and the randy Manticore above her - giving the later a thorough tongue-cleaning of his feline cock before sending him on his way.

While Twilight Sparkle remained stuck between the two rutting Timberwolves, Fluttershy started to catch up on her backlog in the most efficient way she could. Several 'pairs' were invited into the glade and pleasured - each consisting of an alligator or crocodile, and a large cat of some description. Considering the reptiles' laziness, being at the bottom was their preference, while the big cats all wanted anal and thus had to be on top. By the time the Timberwolves had finished - nearly an hour later - Fluttershy had worked her way through four such pairings. And while her judgment was somewhat impaired by the pleasure soaking into her mind, Twilight couldn't help but notice that Fluttershy seemed to be enjoying herself. That, or she was really good at faking orgasms, and did so for the benefits of her 'animal friends'.

The two Timberwolves pulled their hardwood knots out of her holes - pussy first, then ass, like she was some kind of combination-lock - and loped off into the nearby Everfree Forest, leaving her standing somewhat unsteadily behind them. She could feel her asshole gaping, stretched open by the large knot that had just passed through it - and her pussy was no better off, the lengthy wolf-dicking having done nothing to help it regain its former shape. Cum with the sticky consistency of tree-sap was dripping lazily from both holes. Staggering around the corner of the cottage, she was able to see that the 'waiting-room' was nearly empty. The wolves were still there, looking marginally more alert as evening approached, and a couple of large cats were still waiting their turn - as were a few amphibious reptiles down in the creek. Other than that, though, only the Chimera remained.

She toyed with the idea of inviting him over next, challenging herself to see if she could take all four of his cocks at the same time - but restrained herself. Tempting though the idea was, the conditions of her womb provided an important reminder that just because she could no longer feel pain, didn't mean she couldn't suffer permanent injuries. Actually, the very FACT that she felt no pain meant that she had to be extra alert for such things - since her body's own alarm-system was effectively out of order. She'd already put her pussy and ass through severe, long-term stretching - piling any more stress on her delicate orifices would probably be inadvisable. Of course, she could just handle it the way Fluttershy did - two or three dicks at a time, and then 'compensating' him with a rimjob and some piss-drinking... both things she didn't mind doing in the least, since she could derive orgasmic pleasure from either, and actually draw nourishment from the later.

On the other hand, this WAS pretty much Fluttershy's 'thing', these days - and she'd already helped with the overflow. Looking at the pace the delicate-seeming pony was keeping up, she'd have no trouble polishing off the last of the cats and crocs AND give the Chimera the full treatment before dark. Walking unsteadily over to where Fluttershy was still hard at work pleasuring a bulky tiger and a slender crocodile - the fifth such set of the evening - she drew the attention of the pleasure-entranced pony by clearing her throat loudly. Her large, light-blue eyes were half-closed and clouded with lust, but she at least seemed to be listening to some degree. "Hey, Fluttershy... I'm going to head home, but first, I'll go cook you some dinner. Make sure you eat it before it gets cold - and don't forget what I said about calling on your friends when things get outta hoof!"

Fluttershy nodded vaguely. "Oh... uhm... sure... I'm sure they'll be happy to see you, too." Twilight blinked. "Uhh... they? They who?" Fluttershy paused her up-and-down movement, resting on top of the crocodile while the tiger continued to roughly fuck her ass. "Oh, the fillies... the Cutie Mark Crusaders. I'm foalsitting them today." Twilight's eyebrows shot up. That didn't sound right, somehow. "Foalsitting them. From out here?" Fluttershy smiled in her usual, sweet way. "Oh, they're such good fillies, they don't really need much watching. Then just wanted to be out from under the hooves of their parents now and again - they mostly just stay in the guestroom talking and such, so all I have to do is cook them dinner." Twilight shook her head, not really sure why it was bothering her. The CMC had been quite obedient around Fluttershy ever since they saw her 'Stare' in action, so they probably WOULD behave. "Still. I know you have a hard time saying no to stuff like that, but when you're this busy, you really need to. Anyway, I guess I'll be cooking for four, then..."

Whatever reply Fluttershy might have been inclined to give was effectively cut off when the tiger came with a low roar, filling her ass with his sperm - and then promptly pulled out, making Fluttershy wince visibly. His feline cock had a simple shape - long, bright-red and tapered - but the head was, as she'd said, surrounded by little bristle-like protrusions, which a less kindly-disposed person might have called outright barbs. This brush-like head was coated in a creamy mix of cum, blood, and ass-slime, and the large tiger wasted no time bounding around Fluttershy and the crocodile to mount her from the front instead, pushing the filthy tool at her mouth. She parted her lips for it, and without so much as flinching, welcomed it inside. Well, it made sense that she'd face even that part of her task with equanimity - she'd presumably done the same thing half a dozen times just TODAY, and innumerable times over the past month.

Rolling her eyes, Twilight shook her head and turned around, walking back to the cottage. If nothing else, she had seen enough to know that, for the most part, Fluttershy had things well in hoof. Maybe she'd need some help occasionally - like today - but other than that, she was handling things just fine. The recent changes, however, hit her particularly hard as she stepped into Fluttershy's cottage. Always before, it had been filled with life - small birds and rodents living in dozens of tiny homes, scattered across the interior. Now, it was empty. Well, not entirely. A vague grumbling could be heard from the door to Angel's den, and fragmented voices drifted down from above.

Twilight had never been much of a cook, but she knew the basics - much of it was, after all, simply a matter of following the detailed instructions of a recipe, and that was something she excelled at. She spent the next twenty minutes cooking up a quick, basic meal - in a BIG pot. After such a hard day's work, Fluttershy would be famished, and foals were ALWAYS hungry. As she finished, she climbed the stairs to the guestroom to let the three fillies know that the food was ready, and that they could eat now or wait 'till Fluttershy came in from the back yard. As she approached the door to the room, however, the babble of fragmented voices cleared up, turning into recognizable speech. She did not INTEND to eavesdrop, but something in the words she heard made her blood run cold and her muscles seize up. For a time, she could only stand there, listening to the voices and recognizing who they belonged to.

"But seriously, can you BELIEVE how many gems we've got already? We've only been operating our 'Clubhouse of Carnal Desires' for two weeks, and we're already making money hoof over horseshoe!" Sweetie Belle's voice sounded excited. "Yeah... getting Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon on board was a real coup. Particularly Silver Spoon - lots of buyers for a submissive little thing like her... not that I blame 'em. And those big-ass glasses of hers just seems to draw in even more horny colts, for some reason." Scootaloo sounded lazily confident, as if she was lounging on the bed while talking. "Yeah, well, I'm mostly just surprised at how many ponies are willing to PAY to share a room with Diamond Tiara... we didn't even have to discount her!" Apple Bloom finished the sentence with a gigglesnort, as if sharing an insider joke.

There was laughter in Sweetie Belle's voice as she replied. "Well, it's just diff'rent needs for diff'rent steeds, right? Apparently, some colts like her style. I've heard them refer to her as a 'Tsundere', which seems to mean something along the lines of 'Starts out insulting you, but gets pliable as you proceed'. Or something like that. Either way, she's getting a lot of repeat customers, so she's obviously doing something right. Heh. And hey, it's not like it's any stranger than the fact that some will pay good gems to be treated the way Scootaloo treats HER clients..." There was a general round of laughter as they all joined in.

" 'course, we could probably make even more if you used all the resources available to you, Apple Bloom. Not that your tongue isn't a huge asset, mind!" Scootaloo's statement sounded like the beginning of a well-worn argument, and the sigh that could be heard from Sweetie Belle seemed to confirm it. "Come on, Scootaloo - you KNOW Applejack won't let her have real sex 'till she gets older." Apple Bloom herself quickly pitched in as well. "Yeah... and she'd definitely notice if I broke my promise. I mean, she goes down on me nearly every day - she'd notice if I was loose, or tasted like cum." Scootaloo snorted. "Yeah, yeah, I know... it just doesn't make any sense, y'know? I mean, she doesn't complain when I use the strap-on Rarity made for me to ride you ragged. The younger colts we get as clients aren't packing any more than that." Apple Bloom sighed gustily. "True... but I think it's the principle of the thing, or something like that."

"Speaking of your strap-on harness..." Sweetie Belle interrupted. "Did the latest 'creation' from Rarity's store have the desired effect on Rainbow Dash?" Scootaloo laughed naughtily, the earlier discussion apparently forgotten. "Oh, heck yeah! I mean, all those spikes were nasty enough, but the way she'd designed it so they LOOKED several degrees nastier... that was a goldmine. Great for intimidation. I've never seen her do so many humiliating things so eagerly, just so she could maybe avoid getting it lodged up her ass. 'course, that's where it ended up in the end anyway. And every time I made her cum, her ass just squeezed down on the spiky dildo like some kinda' vise... heh. I really fucked her bloody. Then I gave her a piss enema so it'd REALLY sting, sealed it in with a plug, and had her lick the blood off my strap-on dong 'till I was satisfied that it was properly clean."

It was Sweetie Belle who replied again. "Oh, so the urethral tube worked well too, then?" "Like a charm. Your big sis does great work - dunno where else we'd be able to get custom stuff like this." Scootaloo's voice sounded genuinely impressed, and Sweetie Belle laughed in reply. "Well, it's the least she can do, what with the way I've been helping her business. Whenever I'm not working at the clubhouse with you guys, I'm helping her out back at the Boutique, servicing the 'VIP' customers." Their voices would've sounded matter-of-factly were it not for the obvious heat in their voices. Twilight heard the sounds of desire, lust and arousal too often not to recognize them.

Moving silently closer to the door, she heard Apple Bloom pipe in - sounding somewhat out of breath. "Uhhh... guys... talking 'bout this has made me kinda' hot again." Sweetie Belle giggled in response. "You're not the only one. Looks like Scootaloo's juicing all over the bed. Why don't I take the strap-on for a bit, and you can put that talented tongue of yours to work on her?" "Well, sure..." Apple Bloom sounded a bit thoughtful. "As long as you don't try to charge me." There was a round of laughs at the joke, followed by the sound of motion and the squeak of leather.

Not really sure why she was being so careful to remain stealthy, Twilight pushed the door to the guest-room open a crack, and gazed through. She spotted Scootaloo, lounging on the bed as expected... specifically, on her back, at the edge of the bed, with her hind legs spread wide and her forehooves being used to spread her outer labia. Apple Bloom's head was buried between her thighs, tongue noisily at work. Sweetie Belle was mounting Apple Bloom's back, and as she moved further to the side to get a better view, Twilight spotted the 'strap-on' - a black leather arrangement that covered the young filly's crotch, sporting a thick dildo on the front that was currently thrusting into Apple Bloom's young pussy. Slight bulges in the leather covering Sweetie Belle's pussy and asshole indicated that it was also being used to hold a few other toys in place.

Twilight felt her own pussy grow wet at the sight of the carousing foals, and part of her wanted to go in there and join them. However, the same part that had frozen her in her tracks earlier was holding her back, telling her that something was wrong. The three fillies were obviously running some kind of brothel, along with their school-mates! But hey, if they were willing to put in the work, there was nothing wrong with them making some money off their hobby._And her closest friends were apparently tangentially involved - from the sound of it, Applejack knew what her younger sister was up to and accepted it, as long as she didn't have penetrative intercourse with her clients. _Trust Applejack to be protective of her sister. Clearly, they're taking steps to ensure that nopony gets hurt. Scootaloo, meanwhile, seemed to have become Rainbow Dash's regular dominatrix... well, she HAD told Dash to find a safer way to get her jollies, and if Scootaloo had a talent in that department, it worked out nicely. And finally, Rarity was apparently using her younger sister's carnal talents to draw in customers for her sex-store. And supplying them with custom-built toys for their brothel AND their own use - so really, it was only fair that Sweetie Belle helped out around the store in return.

Feeling confused and conflicted, with a rising headache on top of it, Twilight Sparkle tore herself away from the arousing view, and staggered downstairs again. Something was definitely wrong. One way or the other, she wasn't thinking straight. She'd always prided herself on the acuity of her mind, and the idea that something was affecting the way she thought was scary. Biting her lower lip nervously, she left the cottage. Fluttershy would probably come in soon - SHE could deal with the foals. Twilight had more important things to do - she needed to get back to her library and her books, and find out if there was a way to examine her own head.

It was late in the evening, and Twilight was alone in the library. Spike had gone off to 'guard' Rarity's store overnight, as he usually did - even though everyone involved knew that just meant that he'd be spending half the night fucking her, and the other half sleeping with his cock lodged deep in her ass. Spike had told her - quietly - that Rarity's tastes were becoming increasingly dirty, too. Apparently, she liked it when he took his morning piss like that - insisting that it was just to save water and time by supplying her morning enema in that way. That, however, did not quite explain why she also preferred to clean his cock with her mouth afterwards, instead of a wet towel or something. The memory of that conversation stood starkly clear to Twilight as she writhed on the floor, biting down hard to keep from screaming in agony.

She had thought that she'd never again feel pain. However, as she had worked a spell that cleared her mind and protected it from outside influence, she had been swiftly reminded that it was only her BODY that had lost the ability to feel pain. The tearing agony she felt now came from the depths of her soul, as she finally saw clearly - and realized what she had become. What her FRIENDS had become. It all fit together so neatly that, even in her present state of despair, she could piece it together. The ancient civilization which had left behind records of the first Apocalypse - they had been spared through the sacrifice of their princess. But why, then, was a few scattered tomes all that remained of it? That question should have occurred to her earlier, but she had been too desperate, too eager to grasp at straws. Ponykind had survived, after all... just not their civilization.

But now she understood. This creeping corruption... it had started with her, then spread to her friends, and beyond. All of Ponyville was caught in its spell by now, obsessed with sexuality, overwhelmed by lust, abandoning all restraint and leaving behind any limitations. As she tried to stagger back to her hooves, wiping the tears from her eyes, she glanced over at the display-case that contained the empty fittings of the Elements of Harmony, left behind when the jewels themselves had been returned to the Tree of Harmony. She knew how it had spread so swiftly, so deeply, without anyone noticing. She and her friends had wielded the power of the Elements for years. That power remained intertwined with their spirits even after the Elements had been returned. When they had been corrupted, the Elements had been too... and through them, the Tree of Harmony, whose roots formed the very foundation of Equestria. Well, the fact that the rituals had taken place directly on top of said tree had probably helped too.

She was tempted to venture into the Everfree Forest, to the cave beneath the ancient castle, but she had no idea how to cleanse the ancient tree of the corruption. Indeed, she had no idea how to remove it from ANYTHING, including herself. She could feel it still, like a dull throbbing in her groin - the waves of lust and desire, beating against the walls she had constructed around her mind. The spell she had used had been ancient and powerful - she had found it in the old spellbook of Starswirl the Bearded. It was not something just anyone could pull off - nor could she maintain it indefinitely. And she had a feeling that this seeping corruption would not give her a second chance - once the spell failed, the tide of lust would swallow her... and she'd never be able to gather the necessary will or concentration to cast it again.

Forcing the pain in her heart and soul aside, she climbed the stairs to her observation-platform, and spread her wings. She only had one shot, one chance - and the same thing applied to Equestria, even if she was the only one who knew it. Leaping into the air, she set off across the darkening sky, with a rather different target in mind than the last few times she had done so. Canterlot Castle was her goal - home to Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, Princess Cadance, and numerous well-trained unicorn mages working in the Royal Guard and Royal Libraries - including her own brother, Shining Armor. If the corruption hadn't reached there yet, or was still weak, and she could obtain their help... between the vast storehouse of knowledge that was the Canterlot Library, and Princess Celestia's boundless wisdom, they would find a solution.

It took her hours to reach her goal, and it was after nearly midnight when she got there. The city of Canterlot was dark beneath her, but lights still burned in the castle. Twilight had no time to lose - she likely wouldn't be able to keep the spell in effect until sunrise, so she had no choice but to rouse Princess Celestia despite the late hour. Rather than landing at the city gates as was the rule, she flew straight over the walls, aiming for one of the platforms higher up on the castle. The Royal Guards all knew her by sight, and they'd hopefully forgive her intrusion into a no-fly zone, at least in an emergency. Fortunately, it seemed like security was fairly light, and she encountered no guards until she had landed and stepped inside the halls of the castle.

"Oh, hey there Princess Twilight Sparkle. Did you come here to attend the party?" The guard, who was apparently patrolling the hallways, stopped as he saw her, seemingly unconcerned with her rule-breaking arrival. "Uhh... party? What party? No, nevermind - I need to talk to Princess Celestia right away, it's an emergency!" The guard blinked slowly, seemingly confused. "Uhh... the party to celebrate that there's been no new disasters for a month... an emergency? Well, Princess Celestia is AT the party, obviously, along with Princess Luna and mostly everybody else. Heck, I'D be there if I wasn't on guard..." Twilight glared at the guard, annoyed by his easygoing attitude. "And WHERE is this party, exactly?" The guard pointed over his shoulder with his muzzle. "Oh, it's in the throne-room, of course." Twilight dashed in the appropriate direction without waiting for him to finish his sentence, leaving the guard to scratch his head, shrug, and resume his patrol.

A few minutes later, Twilight reached the throne-room. The great door was ajar, and she could see light streaming from it, hearing voices talking and laughing. She didn't bother to stop and listen closer - instead, she quickly shouldered her way through the gate and into the high-roofed chamber, looking around wildly for Princess Celestia, or indeed any of the princesses. What she saw instead made her freeze in the middle of the floor. The room was filled with ponies talking, drinking and laughing... but also moaning, groaning, and sweating. Everywhere she looked, ponies were mating, sucking, licking, or engaging in other, equally carnal activities.

The mares were all dressed appropriately, with several of them sporting designs she recognized from Rarity's store. She HAD mentioned that business was picking up, hadn't she? Apparently, it wasn't just Sweetie Belle's activities who were helping her income - it was the export-market, too. Black leather, red satin, and gleaming gems dangling from clits and nipples were heavily in appearance. Even the buffet-table was perverse - cakes, puddings and other sweets were stacked on the chests, bellies and genitals of fillies, who laid spreadeagled on the tables as guests ate directly from their bodies. A young foal was sitting in the punch-bowl, too - when she wasn't bending over to let thirsty stallions suck the drink straight from her pussy, or lick it off her undeveloped breasts.

As she walked slowly through the orgy, her eyes inevitably sought the great throne at the end. Somehow, what she saw there failed to surprise her. Princess Luna was bent over the throne, sweating and groaning, as Princess Celestia brutally rammed her ass with a thick, bright-white cock. It wasn't a strap-on, either - rather, looked like an application of the same spell SHE'D used on several occasions since the rituals. Of course, on Celestia's significantly larger body, the result had been... somewhat more intimidating, and Luna seemed to be struggling to handle its girth. "Please, sister..." she heard the smaller, midnight-black pony cry. "It's too big... you're too rough... please, go easy on me..."

Celestia's laughter was cold and clear, but the other party-goers were too busy with their own entertainments to pay any attention. "Having a hard time, hmm? Maybe I should tie you down in the barracks again, and let the guards have a go at that delicate little rump of yours this time, instead of only letting them use your mouth. I'm sure that once they're done with you, you won't be complaining about girth OR roughness again..." She thrust her hips forwards with sadistic intensity, making Luna cry out again. "No... please, sister... not that... I'll be good, I promise..." Even as she begged, however, Luna's voice sounded out-of-breath, and it quickly tapered off into a drawn-out moan. Twilight recognized it from Rainbow Dash's behavior - the protestations were just part of the game. Luna was getting off on this.

As she approached the throne on shaking hooves, she felt hope begin to abandon her. She had assumed that Ponyville would be the epicenter of the corruption, and that it would take some time for it to spread across the rest of the kingdom. But perhaps, she'd had it backwards. Perhaps the lingering power of the Elements of Harmony had protected Ponyville, slowing the corruption there. Either way, she was already too late. Soon, the desires and runaway sexuality would overwhelm everything. Ponies would forget their talents, their skills, and their destinies, focused only on their next meal and their next fuck. Civilization would collapse, cities would be abandoned, buildings would fall into disrepair, knowledge would be forgotten, and ponykind would return to the primitive beasts they had once been. Eventually - in a hundred or a thousand years - the corruption would fade, and the ponies would once again be able to think clearly. They'd rediscover farming, construction, metallurgy, and all the other pillars of civilization, rebuilding it from the ground up.

The whole thing had been a ruse, she realized now. The 'deal' with the Stallions of the Apocalypse had been a fraud - leaving Equestria alone was all part of the plan, ensuring that just about all survivors would be gathered here, ripe for corruption. The Apocalypse had never been meant to wipe out all life, just to 'restart' it from square one. As she staggered forwards, weighted down by those heavy thoughts, a voice rang out from her left, startling her out of her trance - so far, nobody had paid the least attention to her entrance. "Oh! Twilight Sparkle! I didn't know YOU'D be here!"

Looking instinctively in the direction of the voice, she saw Cadance - her old foalsitter and new sister-in-law. She also saw her older brother and 'Big Brother Best Friend Forever', Shining Armor, since he was currently on her back, thrusting roughly. Looking up, he grinned at her. "Hey, Twily! Great to see you!" The grin, however, had a faintly lecherous angle to it, and Twilight swallowed as she felt a sudden stream of conflicting emotions. Cadance, too, mirrored the expression. "I'd do our usual greeting-routine, but... as you can see, your brother's got me thoroughly pinned down. Not that I mind..." She smiled brightly. "Since you're here, why don't you join us? I'm not usually one to share, but since it's you, I don't mind... besides, I'm sure you've missed his big, hard cock. Must've been great growing up with something like that close at hoof, eh?"

Shining Armor grinned down at his wife, then suddenly looked thoughtful. "Huh. I actually can't recall ever having sex with Twily. That's odd." Cadance looked up at him, clearly surprised. "You never fucked your baby sister? Well, it's way overdue, then! Get off me, and go give her a piece of that glorious cock of yours..." Shining Armor laughed and obeyed, backing up to withdraw his shaft from the warm embrace of her body. It was shining with juices, and the presence of a number of brown stains indicated that it wasn't her pussy he'd just left. Cadance noticed too, as she walked out from under him and glanced back. "Oh, wait a second... we can't have you give your sister her first fucking with a dirty cock. I'll take care of it..."

Turning around, she pushed her head and upper body under his chest, and started licking the stained cokchead, gradually working her way down the shaft. The maneuver gave Twilight an excellent view of her rear, since she hadn't lowered her tail yet. Her sphincter gaped wide, stained by flecks of cum. Her pussy was red and puffy, dripping with juices, bearing signs of recent use. Several jeweled rings dangled from her clit and labia, and a larger, round jewel marked the spot between her pussy and her clit - presumably the base of a small dildo she had lodged up her urethra. Twilight took all this in as she slowly approached the couple, then looked around again.

Perverse and demented acts were everywhere. She could see ponies drinking each other's piss, licking each other's assholes. Other ponies were strung up between the pillars that edged the room, being whipped or beaten by enthusiastic partygoers. There were stallions mating with stallions, mares licking each other's pussies, and foals mixed into the party, participating just as eagerly as the rest. With a sigh, Twilight shook her head. She'd been too late. There was no more saving Equestria, and she was only torturing herself by trying. Relaxing her body, she canceled the spell, lowering her mental defenses.

Her pussy throbbed lustily. The room was filled by the smells and sounds of sex, and she hadn't had an orgasm in hours. Looking at her brother and Cadance, she licked her dry lips. Yeah, her Big Brother Best Fuckbuddy Forever was just what the doctor ordered. Of course, until Cadance finished preparing his cock for her, she had OTHER ways to get off. Taking a couple of quick steps forwards, she ducked her head and began to lick the reddened rim of Cadance's well-worn asshole, and heard an appreciative moan from further ahead. Grinning up at her brother, she shot him a gaze that promised the satisfaction of his every desire and the discovery of a few new ones. He returned it with an eager smile, and she refocused her attention on the gaping asshole in front of her, licking deeper and deeper as she looked forwards to demonstrating her 'Lodge your whole muzzle up somepony's asshole while you lick it' trick to her old foalsitter. The night was still young, and it promised to be a memorable one...

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