Thunderlane's words swiftly devolve into muffled grunts and moans as his mind is drawn easily int...

Thunderlane's words swiftly devolve into muffled grunts and moans as his mind is drawn easily into the Lustling's trancing gems. She giggles, huge ass wobbling and tongue darting out as she cums, her aphrodisiac juices flooding out from between her thighs, running down his huge chest where they're quickly slurped up by the Stripelings who coo and moan, their tails leaving the docile broodsluts and shoving up the top lustling's ass or suctioning on to one of her last chest.

Cheerilee's face is totally vacant, her huge dick sucking lips parted as she drools all over her massive tits, also leaking delicious milk.

You snap your fingers and she instantly kneels and with a bit of effort, given how short you are you plant your plump pussy over her face, your large ass dominating her vision. You sigh as she instinctively begins leaking your pussy and you feel some clarity of thought return as you begin to siphon off the magic Thunderlane stole from you back into yourself.

With a huff of dissapointment you appear to be staying smol and curvy despite your body filling with enhanced strength, your mind growing sharper...

You test yourself and fairly easily lift the coffee table, showing that despite outwardly looking weak you were deceptively strong.

You just looked cute and slutty. Your tits didn't go away and a part of you is glad. Somthing about being the smallest and most innocent(well, as innocent as your salaciously short stacked body could be) looking person a room of giant, dangerous looking sluts while having the power to bring any of said sluts to their knees with the tiniest gesture or look was very hot.

Maybe that was why you couldn't make yourself as huge and jacked as you wanted to be consciously...Subconsciously, you knew you were already hot as fuck.

You trace a long, delicate fingernail up your thick, stocking glad thigh, toying with the emerald trim and lacy garter and shivered as you effortlessly rewrite Starveheart's clumsy rituals while levitating the docile and curvy Gilda infront of you.

You reach out, holding your dainty hand out and wiggle your fingers, the glowing pink and green magic around Gilda shifting as you drive a magical cock up her tight pussy.

'Who is your Mistress?' You say casually, gauging whether this dumb slut was even worth infusing with the magic your currently draining from Thunderlane.

'Hu-Hah-Y-Yuh-'

Her vapid eyes cross, her lips parting as she moans, slamming her thighs together and you use the opportunity to shove another cock, bigger this time up her asshole and she jerks as you begin to slide the two in and out, her long, girlish white pigtails brushing the ground as your lip curls.

You might as well give her to the Stripelings-

'Y-You Q-Queen Gossamer!'

You look up, eyebrow raised and see the dumb bimbo's eyes have focused, looking directly at you. You see she's having a hard time focusing and her eyes fog again slightly as you increase the speed of the cocks slamming into her and she writhes, suspended in mid air by your magic.

Still...

She had done well wrangling Daybreaker back in the cabin...

She could be useful, even if it was for someone Venomheart could spar with and then dominate.

Fuck it.

You shove her back, driving her pussy down onto Thunderlane's massive dick and bending the magic surrounding him in to her, making her the focal point of the magic nexus. Any magic going to Starveheart is now going to be nicely mixed with a deep seated desire to recognise you as superior!

Gilda cries out, back arching as the large fuckstick is ploughed into her, the black ribbons covering Thunderlane's cock retreating, instead flowing over and binding their thighs and legs together.

Instantly, Thunderlane begins thrusting instinctivly, with such force that the small woman might have been thrown clear if they hadn't been strapped together!

The stripelings react instantly, moving to begin sucking and licking Gilda's body, legs and neck while their twin tails form suction cups again and vaccum themselves onto the bimbo's huge tits.

Gilda howls, eyes rolling and drool flying from her lips as instead of sucking like they had with Redheart, somthing appears to be pushed into Gilda from the Lustling's.

Combat training, Loyalty, a hungry aggression, both in a fight and in persuading sex.

Venomheart would be your general, Gilda would be your Champion, Your gladiator.

You hadn't dispersed any of your ethereal cocks either, the one in her pussy overlaying over Thunderlane's shaft, when he drew out, it slammed in along with the one in her ass.

Her mouth gaped, silent apart from a loud gutteral noise that she made whenever she breathed out, her mind and body awash with alien thoughts and then...

You finish the final touches on your work, all the magic in Thunderlane's body is now primed to flow into Gilda and then off to Starveheart.

You peer into Thunderlane's blank, lust filled mind and grin at what your repeated trancing and implanting of thoughts has done

[Give it all to Gilda.]

[Love Gilda]

[Love Fucking]

[Mindless]

[Love serving the Queen]

[I am weak, They are strong]

[That makes me horny.]

[Very horny]

[Give it all to Gilda]

You nod, your will carrying over to your drones and they intensify their efforts even more than the had been doing before, every inch of sensetive skin of Thunderlane is licked, nipped or sucked and he yells, his roar muffled by the top Lustling's thighs,while the bottom lustling's giggles are muffled by the huge, swollen pair of nuts in her mouth, thickly coated in lust venom.

Gilda's eyes have rolled into the back of her head, her face frozen in pleasure as the furious pounding causes her to bounce violently, her huge tits wobbling as she's pumped with everything she needs to be the ultimate brawler, the perfect hammer for a world that might as well be made of nails.

You snap your fingers and the block disappears and Thunderlane freezes and then begins to buck wildly as his huge, overtaxed balls squeeze and blast a shot bigger than five normal men's whole loads into Gilda. The magic looping around him flowing into Gilda.

Gilda's midriff bulges with cum as she shoots up a full foot of height as Thunderlane shrinks. She shoves backwards, into his chest and you can see that their roughly the same height before another pulse heightens the difference, the Lustling's ass now planted on Gilda's head, giggling raucously at the turn of events as she fingers her gem framed cunt and squirts across Thunderlane's wide eyed face.

Thunderlane gasps and whines, his face growing more delicate and pretty as he gives everything he has to Gilda, his cock pumping widly as his muscles and height bleed away, sucked up by his dick and shot into Gilda. His arms slip free of his bindings and he raises them to press into Gilda's widening back as the moaning woman begins to get heavier and heavier while he gets weaker.

His shrinking hands, now delicate and dainty push futily as Gilda's tone and defined back, growing stronger to support her massive tits, rendered perky and high by her ripped back and strong pecs.

Her ass expands, the fat pawg booty not disappearing, instead being augmented by strong, powerful muscle that shoves it out like a thick, powerful shelf. The end result was an ass that looked decidely bubbly until she tensed and it become firm enough to crack walnuts!

Speaking of tenseing, her stomach, so bulging from cum now tightened, thick, cobblestone like abs shoving back into place, warring with the ridiculous volume of spunk that was being blasted into her.

She grunted, a familair, competitive feeling rising in her again...No...More than just familair...

Welcome.

It surged through her mind, batting away docile thoughts of submission, spreading like a oil spill as the Lustling's stoked it, encouraged it, demanded it.

Dominance.

Over herself and anyone her Queen pointed her at.

She grunted and squeezed her cunt, the velvety walls crushing the massive dick to the point that despite the pressure of his ejaculation, each shot was a long drawn out struggle to leave his dick, causing him to squeal and jerk, his hands scrabbling over her lower back, the massive ass now stuffed into his face and her relative size meaning he couldn't even reach her upper back or shoulders anymore.

She grew another half foot as she looked down, determined not to lose any spunk, not from this runt. The Lustling was looking at her pussy hungrily, waiting for any leakage and Gilda sniffed, reaching out incredibly quickly and snatching the suprised Lustling up, her huge arms snapping the restraining ribbons like tissue paper.

The Lustling hisses and squirms but Gilda holds the small, lithe thing easily, the creatures struggles dying away as Gilda lifts the thing to her mouth and slurps some of the thing's delicious juices, her tongue questing hungrily.

She jerked and stroked one of the Stripeling's smooth heads as they helpfully implanted into her through her tits the best way to pleasure a Lustling, the best way to subdue them...

The gem encrusted apex predator wiggled and jerked in pleasure before going limp, giving Gilda a delicious squirt of her juices for the trouble. She examined the hypnotic gems curiously, her golds eyes sharp and discerning as they flashed and glowed.

It appears she had a significant (if not total) resistance to changeling aphrodisiacs and magic...

Her Mistress wanted a counterbalance to the super powerful changelings under her, a person immune to any possibly dissenters so Gilda could police them...

Gilda grinned, her hair bands snapping as a thick, unruly mane of white hair exploded down her back, enveloping and pushing Thunderlane back down with the sheer weight of it.

She snatched the other Lustling and idly sucked on her pussy as well and sighed as the Stripeling's tails popped off of her tits and none to soon as even their strangely elastic tail ends were straining against Gilda's massive tits.

'Ahh' She sighed, dropping the dazed, drained lustlings and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before belching and patting her stomach. She looked down at her stomach, despite her powerful abs, the sheer volume of Thunderlane's load and her desire to not lose a drop had given her a signifcant muscle gut.

She looked over her shoulder at the relatcily tiny Thunderlane, wedged between her titanic ass cheeks and grinned as she stood up, sofa creaking beanth her as the cieling fan whirred dangerously close to her head. Thunderlane moaned as he was lifted by his huge dick, still wedged deep into Gilda's greedy pussy.

Thunderlane had a perfect view as a bold, cursive tattoo appeared above her ass, framing it with two words, the same words in English and in Changeling:

"DEFEAT"

On her other side, above her pussy,

"VICTORY"

On her powerful shoulder appeared an image of a Griffon's claw holding a Green heart, glowing with pink light.

She ran her hand through her white, gold streaked hair and kneeled infront of you, adjusting Thunderlane and strapping him to her front, his face buried in her tits and you share a grin with your Champion as you watch the huge dicked wimp begin thrusting slowly again, already horny once more.

You run your fingers through her silky, impossibly thick white and gold hair, watching her try and keep composure as Thunderlane begins to furiously pound into her again, his heavy balls slapping against her. She looks almost like a barbarian warrior, with her wild, unkempt hair and flexible straps straining against her powerful muscles and you grin, finding her brown leather jacket and repairing and manipulating it, resizing it before throwing it over her naked body, it's fur lined collar giving it the look of a old, medieval style cape as it hung open, exposing her entire chest and body,

'Rise Gilda but...maybe share some of that yummy cummy with the rest of the class?' You suggest lightly, smiling softly as the various 'Ling's slink forward, licking their lips hungrily.

Gilda sighs put dutifully pulls the small hung man out of her pussy, it's slow going, partially because she wants to eke out as much dick as she can before giving him away but mostly because of how tight Gilda's pussy is.

Gilda grunts as she finally pulls him out and-Hive! Has he gotten bigger?

It might be that everything else about him has got smaller but his dick looks even bigger than it did before! You are Gilda might have had a bit of Spillover onto him! He's practically a dick on legs at this point!

Gilda drops him and Black and the two lustling's jump on him instantly, pinning him as the vie for his dick. White smiles and takes a easier path, snaking underneath Gilda, curling around her large leg and running a long, sharp talon gently across Gilda's pussy.

Gilda grunts as it squirts out some of it's greedily held cum, splattering it down onto the Stripeling's face, prompting a low giggle and a more direct questing with her long, black and white tongue, prompting a larger and larger stream to leak out and coat the woman's blank, shifting face.

Gilda moans, letting her proceed, stroking the Stripeling and even massaging her swollen midriff to push more of the cum out before the sound of the door opening catches her attention.

Venomheart walks in, carrying a slyly grinning Fluttershy and a placid, almost bemused looking Applejack.

The sexy farmgirl is unchanged physically, and mentally by the looks of it as she pushes her hat back, a mild look of suprise on her face but nothing more than that as Fluttershy picks her up and sets her down next to you.

'As promised Miss Wing-' Flutterbug said, in her lithe, changeling form, giving you a triumphant and confident smile as she presses her black, naked breasts into Applejack's back, arms looped around her shoulders so she could palm her tits through the orange flannel shirt she was wearing,

'I told you I had it handled!'

'Well, Ah'll be!' Applejack said, looking around and blushing furiously, pushing the brim of her hat back over her face to hide her eyes, or rather, the indecency of the changeling orgy going on.

'Ah didn't belivie Flutter's when she told me she had been mind controlled and turned into a willing slut-uh-Ah mean Slave-to a lust changeling harlot but here we are!'

It takes you a moment to realise what's going on then you remember Fluttershy's AURA OF NORMALITY that she projects, effectively turning everyone around her without the ability to recognise it into a Freeuse Fucktoy.

Applejack was pretty much incapable of reacting with horror or shock to anything pertaining to your corruption of Fluttershy or even your conquest of the school!

Very nice...

[Did we want to do anything with Applejack? I'll be honest, I'm drawing a blank on ideas for her, I liked the idea that was floated of her becoming a sharp, business type secretary/consigliere type? Managing the huge network that you're going to be running in Canterlot soon. You've got the Musclegirl Motel, The Stripjoint that's probably going to be end up run by Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon, Fluttershy's plant house and soon Sweet Apple Acres! And the school!

I am I admit, hoping to chivvy this along to the end but I'm interested in hearing people's takes.]

You cross your legs, one stocking clad leg over the other, your impromptu seat sighing as she slides her tongue deeper into your pussy as you rub your chin, long jade green nails causing tingles across your cute, innocent looking face before you reach out and, popping open Applejack's jeans with you magic, slide your finger into her pussy.

'Uh,Sugercube, Ah'm not sure-ah-Oh!' Applejack moans, tensing as you curl your finger inside of her, the exact method of how best to drive this farmgirl wild appearing in your mind, instinctual by now. Applejack's face goes beet red, her toned thighs flexing beneath her jeans as you idly rub her now exposed clit with your thumb before playing with her small, blond bush.

Applejack sighs, biting her lip as Fluttershy leers, running her hand up and down her friends hard yet appealing body,

'Doesn't that feel good Applejack?' Fluttershy purrs, sotto and unobtrusive into Applejack's ear, her tongue darting out to run up Applejack's neck and earlobe.

'Ah-Yes-But Ah'm not sure partner-Ya'll are obviously evil now and ah'm not sure if that's somthing-Oooh!'

You grin, loving this aura of normality before being distracted by Gilda and Venomheart sizing eachother up behind Applejack.

They're both roughly as curvacious and as jacked, Venomheart about a foot and a half taller although that's mostly in the sharp, dangerous heels she's wearing and the tall crest and horn your top general has.

Venomheart's wings buzz out, flaring in a show of force, both to make her look bigger and in an attempt to dazzle and enthral Gilda with the hypnotic gold and green patterns that flow across her wings. The light falls across Gilda's golden eyes but her immunity to changeling tricks means all Venomheart gets in response is a cocked eyebrow and a mocking grin.

After a moment, Venomheart glaring sightlessly back under her mask, she too grins and at the same time, the two clasp hands with a loud clap, their powerful arms straining, their bodies tensing as under the wide grins, they each attempt to strength check eachother.

After a moment, Gilda shifts her feet and pulls Venomheart towards her, the heels a disadvantage when taken off guard. Their huge tits crush together, beads of sweat running down into the massive, tight canyon as their subtle yet intense strength bout continuies, arms still locked as Gilda's other hand reaches out and loudly slaps Venomheart's huge char black ass, groping it tightly,

'Unf-You're very hot...I'm you're new partner.' Gilda breaths through a clenched smile, not noticing that the Stripeling that was sucking at her cunt is now wedged between two thick sets of abs.

Neither does Venomheart, who returns the smile with significantly more fang,

'Yesss-I'm looking forward to getting acquainted! Her long black tongue spills out and squeezes between their tits, taking the opportunity to glide over Gilda's nipple before spearing the amazon's cunt. Gilda's eyes roll as the tongue starts thrashing inside of her and Venomheart seizes the opprtunity and pushes Gilda back into the wall, her thick ass smashing the plaster and leaving a giant ass sized imprint.

Gilda grunts, half laughing half moaning as she rally's, sliding her fingers deep into Venomheart's ass, then another, then a third until Venomheart starts to give.

The crashing and banging continuies as they fall behind the lounge's kitchen nook, wrestling and fucking on the ground, the hapless (or overjoyed) Stripeling caught in the middle.

You're glad Celestia drank the last of the BOOSTED musclefruit in a smoothie days ago, any leakage of that now could prove...expensive...

Anyway, back to Applejack...

You withdraw the finger to a half dissapointed, half relived sigh from Applejack and make sure her green eyes are focused on you before you slowly slide the soaking finger into your mouth, savouring the taste like a sommelier sampling a fine wine, you swirl it around your mouth.

She tastes quite good. Not like apples disappointingly but you're sure that can be fixed!

You pop the finger out of your mouth and smack your thick lips before reaching into your cute little handbag, thrown to the side earlier and pull out your stash of BRAINY BLUE, The electric blue leaves pulse with light as you roll them up into a tight, fat joint you can be proud of before pressing it against your gushing quim, then Fluttershy's after a pleading look from your slutty infiltrator.

You turn back to Applejack, sealing the joint with your tongue before winking at her,

'I'm going to turn you into the smartest, most efficient slut this town has ever seen. You're going to be my right hand in all things administration, you're going to make me millions, grow my powerbase and forge this pokey town into the beating heart of my new empire, how does that sound?'

Despite the wetness the IQ enhancing doobie sparks easily as you stand, looking up at the taller Applejack who, flushed and breathless, both from arousal and embarressment shifts uncomfortably before moaning as you push your thick thigh into her quim, raising your leg due to the height difference.

'A-Ah think you're not gonna get away with this, Twi and Sunset are gonna stop you!' She says it with suprisngly passion, breaking through the AURA even as you slide the glowing blue joint into her mouth.

She takes a breath in and shudders, her green eyes flashing blue and a low, rumbling moan echoes from her. You really did make the joint fat, stuffing as much of your stash in as you could...Maybe you overdid it?

Her eyes cross as she takes a deeper suck in, her intelligence shooting upwards, dragged up with her libido, her pussy squelches, a river of a light blue tinted femcum leaking down her leg. Fluttershy wastes no time and snakes in immediatly.

Her toned, firm thighs squeeze under Fluttershy's grip, the physical effects of the Blue Brainy taking affect as the tall, strong farmgirl begins to shrink, becoming curvier and more mellow as Treehugger's plant begins to seep into her.

Applejack bites her lip, her hands opening and closing as Fluttershy slurps at her cunt, her thick, pillowy thighs enveloping her faux-friends head as her abs begin to fade,

'Mah-Mah mind...So clear-' She blinks, her green eyes sharp and clear, even as they flash with blue light, focusing on you with a alert clarity, 'Ah-Ah know how to stop you! It's so simple, Ah can work it all out, Ah just need a little more-Hahooooh!'

You smile as Fluttershy cuts her off, her long tongue writhing and thrashing inside of Applejack as she sucks in even more libido and brain enhancing smoke, her body still forming a bubbly and curvy nerd bod as she grits her teeth, fighting though Fluttershy's AURA as her mind hones to a razor point, plans and ideas of how to unseat you swirling in her head...

That wouldn't do.

'This little device is going to make you into a ruthless corporate slut, and I'm also going to have Fluttershy suck out most of your empathy as well, then we'll see what your plans are...'

You smile and raise THE CAMERA, setting it to [BOSS] and blasting her right in the face with it, her eyes flicker, moaning as Fluttershy slurps and giggles, questing for somthing deeper than Applejack's pussy,

'Wait-F-Fluttershy-Hold on a second here-FLASH' You hit her with another bout of BOSS and Applejack sways, her sharp mind guided towards the best way of managing people, manipulating and persuading people to do what you want, ways of maximising efficiency in things.

The already pragmatic woman's mind takes to these like a thirsty plant to water and her voice is much more commanding when she speaks next,

'Fluttershy, Get your tongue outtta my-FLASH

Applejack moans, her curvy body growing taller, although this only serves to highlight her hourglass shape as her swelling tits strain her orange top, buttons popping, revealing an expanse of tanned titty. Her pants are forced further open, allowing easier access to Fluttershy to latch on as the zipper fails completly, her ass pulling the blue jeans tight, riding up between her cheeks,

'A-Ah'm still gonna stop you, Ah can see how everything works now! As soon as ah get free, Ah'm gonna get that camera and reverse engineer it, It's just a matter of reversing the polarity and re-enfolding the dimensional flow-Ah! ' She sucks on the joint again, her chest heaving as she breaths in, bursting another button and moaning as her shirt rides up, exposing her healthy, plush midriff.

A side effect of the Blue Brainy but that's easily fixable as you cycle over to a little bit of [BITCH] and [BULLY]

'You mean-FLASH this camera FLASH?' You cycle back to BOSS and hit her with a few more,

'Ah'm gonna-FLASH*'

'Yah fucking bitch-FLASH*

'Fluttershy, ya sexy bitch, fight it or at least make mah pussy gush-FLASH'

My, she Is a stubborn one...

Still, you're enjoying the show, you've added a few more BULLY and BITCH in and its worked out very well...

By the time you're out of film, Applejack is groaning and gasping, both hands wrapped around Fluttershy's head, one on her horn as she vigorously rides her former friends face.

Her eyes remain locked on yours, even as sweat pours down her brow, her simple neatly kept blond hair now a luxuriously styled golden mane that hands, sharp and straight in a modern, fashionable cut down to her back. Her long eyelashes and thick lips made up in a way that would have made Rarity envious if Rarity hadn't been converted to a lustling of course...

Applejack's sharp, green eyes glaring at you through a set of very snazzy and very expensive horn rimmed glasses. Thick ruby red lips part before closing again, sucking hard (and more than a little sensually) on not a joint, but a long, gold and ebony cigarette holder!

The blue doobie nestled in the tasteful, not tacky, jade encrusted holder, blue smoke spilling from it and wrapping around the artfully finished holder, a tree and apple motif engraved across it's length.

Applejack takes it in a slender hand, long, apple red nails glinting along with the small emerald ring on her little finger, catching her breath before she moans, groping her giant rack, spilling out of a smart, fashionable and almost totally transparent blouse, even if the low cut V of her blouse didn't show acres of tanned titflesh, coated in vibrant freckles, the silk shirt was so thin and pulled so tight against her jiggling mounds that everything would be visible anyway had it not been for the beautiful green, white and red lace bra pulling double duty stopping her tits from exploding out of a several thousand dollar shirt!

A smart, pinstriped black jacket hung off her shoulders, the inner lining the same green as her eyes, exposing her strong shoulders and toned biceps, the thickness of her abs visible though the tight shirt although, this was not the same type of muscle built over several years of hard work, this was a carefully sculpted body, designed to maximise looks, form and strength in the most appealing package possible.

Her tight matching skirt was hiked dangerously high up her huge ass, the fabric popping against her shelf of an ass as Fluttershy quested further and further up, deeper and deeper, fingers running over the beautifully embroided stocking and garter sets, tiny apples set threaded through the top of the stockings.

'Ah'm-Still-Gonna-Fucking-Oooh~Getcha!' She says, eyes rolling as Fluttershy reaches some impossible place inside of her, 'Ah know-Ah can figure out how ya'll are doing it, doing everything and-Ahfuck-Fix it!'

'You're not going to want to fix it soon Applejack, "Ya'll" are going to want to be part of it!' You stand up, using your wings to flutter up so you're eye level with her, the taller woman now wearing some very tall, very snazzy heels,

'Fluttershy's gonna suck out all that kindness and honesty stuff and I'm gonna replace it with cold ambition and a earnest desire to eat my pussy. Fluttershy, you there yet?'

'Uh-Huh-' Fluttershy says, or mumbles, her tongue a little busy and then Applejack spasms, eyes going wide and a loud, primal grunt exploding from her mouth, her body jerking backwards as Fluttershy's tongue glows becoming slightly ethereal as it slides deeper in, sillohetted against Applejack's glowing midriff as the long black tongue wraps around somthing intangible and sacred inside Applejacks' very core.

'W-Whuh-Whuh-Oooh-What is she~Where-What is she?' Applejack slurs, her hands tearing open her shirt, revealing her shredded abs and the sillohette of Fluttershy's tongue wrapping around Applejack's glowing core-

'Go Fluttershy.'

'W-Wait Fluttershy, don't!'

Fluttershy cackles, bright green eyes glittering evilly as she licks at Applejack's very sense of self, causing Applejack to shriek in ectasy, spraying the changeling with femcum.

Fluttershy takes a moment to savour the taste of cum before drinking in pure unfiltered emotion

Honesty.

Pure and Sincere flows down through Applejack's climaxing cunt and into Fluttershy who moans loudly as she feels her power increase.

She wants more.

She drinks more in, guzzling the almost bottomless well then tastes another more delectable emotion,

Empathy,

She drinks that in as well, her diminutive form flexing as she lifts the larger woman up and onto her shoulders, sucking in Compassioan as well.

Applejack moans, drooling as she glares hatefully at you,

'Ah'm gonna stop you' Applejack lied causing you to giggle and press a glowing finger to her forehead, her emotions so easy to manipulate with Fluttershy stirring them up a storm!

Ambition, already up due to the BOSS and the BULLY but let's ratchet THAT up high.

Personal gratification - TO THE MOON

You watch as her selflessness drops as Fluttershy sucks that out too and replace that well with the opposite, selfishness.

You boost her ruthlessness as well, only seemed right before flooding her mind with an overwhelming desire to FUCK

That would be what drove her. Her mind what make all the right decisions but her pussy would call the shots. Applejack moaned, glaring at you with not only hate but deep want in her eyes.

You boost that up and her eyes glaze somewhat as dozens of sexual fantasies appear in her mind at the same time you reinforce her devotion to a hierarchy system that would see her overseeing hundreds of lesser sluts, breeding them, perfecting them into somthing the only other person higher on the ladder than her wanted.

That person being you.

You made sure that in her mind, despite her lack of loyalty or qualms, serving you was by far the best option on the table.

And it was.

You were going to remake this world.

Fluttershy finally finishes her ravenous licking, setting Applejack down and massaging her glowing belly, her powers greatly boosted by consuming a fragment of the Elements of Harmony. She still appeared small and slight but you knew that her already OP powers are now truly off the charts!

Applejack leans back, groping her tits and moaning as Fluttershy's tongue leaves her tight pussy, her large tanned thighs parting as she raises the cigarette holder to her lips again and takes a drag, looking at you with calculating, cool eyes,

'I want a PA.' She says finally, looking up at you floating above her tall form, hands behind your back as your cute 'lil wings buzzed. Her accent was still there but...softened somewhat, in fact strangely enough she appears to mimicking your native Low Hive accent. Not enough to be remotely noticeble but enough that you realise she's probably doing it to put you at east, lure you into a false sense of friendship.

She's doing it quite well in fact, faking the barest hint of it under her own smooth twang. It's so effortless it's possible she doesn't even realise she's doing it, faking subconsciously.

'That can be arranged. Anyone in particular?'

'Eyup, I want Granny Smith, sharpest mind I know and she's one hot piece of ass now-' She sniffs, 'I'll work on her though, make sure she's situated properly in the hierarchy. Below me, eating my ass, Then I'll get to work getting you some money, shouldn't be too difficult seeing as you've already got a bunch of sluts whose wealth we can liquidate. Ah can see some opportunities we can invest in, strip clubs, sex toys, products like that...'

[Sorta wanted to go away from the mirrorverse Applejewel (which I love) while still making her recognisable. Also, patreoned up to Annon finally so I can play the cool Visual novel, It's super good, loved it! I suck at art but I can write if you ever need a amateur worder, I was looking about how to volunteer for the "Bimbo High" writing but I got sidetracked]

[I think we're almost at the endgame now unless somthing else needs doing?]

You step out of the staff room a few, very pleasurable moments later. You'd love to play around more but you are on a clock.

The magic in the air seems less oppressive to you, it's still potent without a doubt, in fact it only seems to have grown but now it seems to buoy you up rather than press into you.

You imagine it has somthing to do with Starveheart's taint being excised from it as you knocked out each of her nexus points.

It wraps around you like a comforting friend, albiet a very close friend.

It tickles your clit, soft pink and green tendrils massaging your body, cupping your huge breasts and causing you to shudder as you and your squad move through the halls with confidence, a far cry from when you and Venomheart entered.

Pinkie Pie, Harshbreeze and Posey meet up with you, both of them clinging to his large form while each of his massive hands holds one of their asses possessively.

Rainbow, Lightning and Treehugger, The fit, the Milfy and The Brainy also appear, Treehugger covered in rainbow and golden coloured lipstick across her short, curvy body as she pokes and prods at a handheld PDA.

She causally rattles off a series of exceedingly complex explanations, slightly stymied by Rainbow and Lightning's apparent bet on how often they can make the girl cum. They flank her, their lipstick smeared across her thighs, pussy, tits and neck,

'Thaumic levels are heightening on like...all possible metrics dude-Nexus points are-unf-now outputing-Ah-expanded and controlled thaumic Bim-Particles-but-Ahyes!-It's not gonna hold at this r-rate-Oooh!'

Basically, you need to act now or it's not gonna matter.

You bite your lip as Sunset, scarlet skinned, flame haired and ridiculously hot drops down, huge wings beating and scattering the squad of Lust and Stripelings, much to their irritation but despite a few hisses, they quickly realise that the tall, jacked demoness who is literally sweating magic might be more trouble than she's worth.

One, (Sweetie Belle maybe?) has an experimental lick at the glowing pink and red femcum that pools after the demoness and immediatly spasms, squealing as the potently magical juices wrack her body with uncontrollable orgasms.

'Any sign?' You ask and Sunset shakes her head,

'No sign of Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon...' She shoots a grimace at the door to the gymnasium, the only place that hasn't been checked and the focal point of Starveheart's ritual.

'Dang.' You say simply, the word not conveying nearly how uneasy that fact makes you feel...

You're not sure if your hold on the two HellMilfs is enough to counteract anything that Starveheart's realty bending pen could do but you really don't want to fight those two powerhouses if they've been turned...

'Like, hold on dudes!' Treehugger shoves Rainbow and Lightning back and almost knocks herself out running into Harsh's huge cock, so absorbed in a variety of handheld devices.

Gilda scoops her up and cradles her in front of you, the large woman rolling her eyes as Fluttershy, perched on Gilda's shoulder chuckles at her brainy yet totally blazed friend.

'Hold me closer Gilda, There's like some mondo juju on the other side of this door!'

Gilda obliges, holding her up to the door, almost like a desperate puppy to a prospective owner.

If said puppy was stoned out it's mind and could probably split the atom in it's owner's garage.

'Of course there is-' Venomheart said, you hear the frown in her voice even if you can't see it behind her mask. 'I thought that was the entire point!'

'No, It's like...different...localised to this door-no wait, I'm getting one on the fire escape as well...and on the skylight...They're dormant...no, like...primed?'

'Specific spells on every entrance way that only activate when someone tries to go through them?'

'Traps.' Harsh rumbles, probably for the less focused members of your slutty little party.

You investigate further, stretching out with your own magical senses.

Yup. Their they are. Heady with power and with all the ambient magic fogging your senses, you hadn't noticed them but there they were...

On closer inspection they're not as bad as all that. Starveheart was not the best spell slinger even before she got mega bimbo'd.

They look more like ways of bottlenecking anyone that tried to enter, forcing only a few select few people through.

She knows that chances are, if someone was determined enough they could get in, either you or the Elements of Harmony had you not already dealt with that. She simply doesn't have the resources to mount an effective defence before the ritual, however she could split you up and take you one at a time.

It does strike you as very Starveheart despite everything she still has some degree of sharpness.

You're strong enough you might be able to bend it a bit to let in more than one person at a time, maybe three including you?

Question is, who do you take in with you, Sunset's a powerhouse but Venomheart and Gilda are pretty fucking tanky. Or maybe you want you Lustling's in with you, or maybe even Treehugger's brains?

'How are we going to do this My queen?' Venomheart says, grunting softly as Sunset hops up into her chest with a shit eating grin, clinging on while heft and playing with each massive tit. Despite how tall Susnet is, Venomheart(and to a slightly lesser extend Gilda and Harshbreeze) is in a world of her own.

How are we going to do this...

You could either stealth in or boot the door down, balls to the wall with your heavy hitters...

A) Stealthy?

B) Loud?

[Who are you going to take in with you?

You make a quick gesture to Venom and Gilda, the two instantly knowing what your intentions are.

Venom swiftly drops Sunset to the ground, much to the fiery demon's annoyance,

‘Sunset, You’re my other big gun. I need you this side trying to crack in while we hold Starveheart in place. I’d like to take her down before you need to kick the door down and save us but I’m not going to stake it all on that.’
Sunset nods, all playfulness and mischief gone, replaced with determination as the rest of your team line up behind her while your other two heavies take their place next to you.
‘Hey, Gilda...Like...hold me tight when you walk through, I can like...maybe disguise myself as one of your big boobs.’
Gilda's strong arms still cradle Treehugger who true to her words has wedged herself in between Gilda's massive melons, still fiddling with her tablet.
Gilda looks slightly awkward but does as commanded, supporting the small, curvy brainiac.
‘Ready?’ You ask and the others respond, albeit without words,
Treehugger nods absently, blaise and unconcerned as small beams of light emerge from her phone, hitting the hidden barrier as she starts to manipulate it.
Gilda on the other hand, doesn’t nod but sets her jaw and braces.

Venomheart simply uncrosses her arms, body loose apart from her flared, vibrating wings and sends a telepathic assent to you.

You pulse the barrier while Treehugger activates her bootleg magic amp as Gilda and Venomheart ram the doors.

The doors to the gym explode open, flying off their hinges as the air vibrates, the trap spell slamming into place. You try and catch it, stop it and you feel Sunset try and do the same but its futile.

It’s too entrenched and the power behind it is phenomenal. A pure pink barrier separates you and your small gang from the rest of your servants.
The echo of the doors hitting the floor of the gym rings through the air, as do the squeaks of boots and talons on the gym floor, as Gilda and Venom fan out, looking around and seeing...

Nothing?

No Daybreaker.

No Nightmare.

No Starveheart.

The room was dark, only lit by the soft, ominous glow of the barrier that had sprung into being behind you. You know Sunset and Co are behind it but you can’t see them, the barrier opaque, neither could you hear them...

Or anything...

Your horn ached and you could see that Venomheart was feeling the effects as well, shaking her head as if trying to clear it.

Despite the lack if anything else, the air was thick with Starveheart magic and you were feeling it!

Gilda turns back to you, frowning and opens her mouth,

‘Where is-' She cuts off as a tiny river of glowing fluid leaks down from above her and splatters on her large shoulder, running down her arm.

Immediately Gilda shudders, highs slamming together as her pussy quiver, golden eyes rolling before-

Treehugger rocks backwards, slamming her entire weight into Gilda and causing the amazon to stagger back just as another, larger stream of the liquid rains down, splashing into a sparking, dangerous looking puddle.

Even with how “unsteady” Gilda was, it was a testament to Treehugger's fear that she was able to muster up the force to move the huge woman.

She had spotted something you hadn’t.

You look up.

A titanic, naked, impossibly curvaceous and breathtakingly beautiful giant hovered above you.

Taking up the entire ceiling of the gym, she envelopes the space below her.

No wonder it was so dark! The giant, charcoal skinned titan seemed to be sucking in the light.

She looked ethereal, her vanta black form outlined by vibrant green lines, tiny, brilliant pink motes floated through her form like stars and her eyes, each one as big as you were fathomlessly deep pools as the form's eyes flick down to regard you eagerly.

It raised a delicate hand (although big enough to squash you) and swept her shimmering silver hair back over a shoulder, causing a explosion of pink, glittering stars that illuminates the gym briefly before being consumed by her ink black form.

She places a finger on her huge, pillowy lips where a metre long length of glowing drool, the remains if what she had dripped onto Gilda.

She rubs the drool over her lips, giving them a glossy sheen before adopting a innocent, oh so innocent expression on her youthful, preppy face and giggles.

The gym trembles at her laughter, giddy and flighty and it echoes, bouncing around the gym, tiny, whispering reverberations that burrow into your mind, your pussy twitching, arousal burning in your body.

She parts her perfect lips, an echoing, airy yet divine voice booming:

‘Heya Gossy!’

'You're look real hawt there Teach!'

Starveheart breaths, her hot breath, smelling of sweet cinnamon and other vauge but appealing changeling spices, causing sweat to bead on your brow, sliding down between your tits, tight skirt feeling clinging against your wide hips and thick thighs.

You composure yourself, giving her a impassive yet stern glare and she shudders, huge tits, each the size of a small car, jiggles,

'So mean! So fucking sexy! Are you here to like dis-disci-Um...Spank me, Miss MILF?'

Despite the trace of mocking in her airy voice, there is obviously a part of her that would like that very much! It appears your small addition to her contract the other day, instilling an attraction to MILFY authority figures has had an effect!

Speaking of that, where were the Principal's?

You don't have time to consider.

Starveheart licks her lips again, long tongue flicking out and then darting forward and for an instant you feel what the fly must feel when facing a frog!

Venomheart scoops you up in one fluid motion, jumping back, large green and gold wings buzzing furiously.

Starveheart's eyes instantly lock onto Venomheart as she spreads her hypnotising wings, her huge green lips falling open, more drool leaking out as her expression goes slack before she refocuses, eyes blinking and then glittering in glee, bright pink stars shooting across her emerald eyes as she shifts her body to follow Venomheart and you as the two of you dive behind one of the bleachers.

'Oh.'

'My'

'HIIIIVVVVE! Honourheart! Is that you! EEEEEEEEEEeeee!"

The giant woman squeals, her silver and pink streaked hair billowing behind her like a halo as she claps in delight. The way her body moved, the way the pink lights and green lines shifted in the inky black depths of her body independent of her movements puts you in mind of the ethereal coats of Ursa Major's!

A huge hand, long, talon like nails glinting as she grips the bleacher and pushes it aside, smooshing her face between the two large collection of seats to your redoubt.

'Holy shit Honourheart! You're so buff! I love your hair!'

Venomheart snarls, shoving you behind her and stepping forward into the small gap that her sister had made and spreads her wings, the light and noise from them blasting Starveheart whose face goes slack again, eyes crossing as the hypnotic barrage assailed her.

'My name is Venomheart I have been reformed by my Queen's divine-'

'Boring!'

Starveheart giggles, her mind so blank and vapid that even hypnotism slides off of her flitty mind, her eyes refocus and she grins wickedly,

'You're super hot though Sis, those wings are cool as fuck! Let me try!

She rears back and you barely have time to gasp and slam your arms over your eyes before-

FWWWWWWMMMMMMMMM

Gargantuian pink wings bathe the entire gym with pink light, silver sparks fly off her wings and explode like fireworks, the noise is deafening, rendering anything but Starveheart's mad giggling inaudible.

You turn away, hands still over your face and almost run into the gym wall as you feel Venomheart begin to buckle. Your bond with her, normally steely and resolute begins to feel like sticky pink taffy as the viscious and angry Venomheart begins to giggle in time with her sister, her pussy gushing.

Your own quim begins to vibrate in time with her wings and you stumble, hips squeezing together as your writhe on the floor, unable to escape the feeling of dozens of vibes buzzing into your quim.

Where we Gilda and Treehugger, Already down? You didn't see much of them after Gilda got drooled on. Are they down as well? Venomheart is slipping! Fuck how is she this strong-

BANG

'LIKE, OWWWWIIIIE!'

There's the sound of a harsh crack that pierces the air and the humming dies off immediatly, the light dimming signifcantly as the sound of an ass bigger than a van slamming into the gym floor causes the room to shake.

A trail of whitish smoke and the vauge smell of Zephyr's spunk fills the air infront of Starveheart who is now sitting on her ass, legs spread and eyes cocked.

Between her legs, sillohetted against the giant glowing pink pussy is Gilda, powerful arm outstretched from the perfect Hail Mary she had done, yeeting a vial of somthing she had fished from Treehugger's pack into Starveheart's face.

She's recovered from the drool and barely seems affected by the humming and the hypnosis, the in built resistance you had gifted her to discipline unruly Changelings extending to this giant slut!

Venomheart is kneeling, struggling to her feet, her vibrant, mean and green mohawk partially transformed into a huge mass of pink streaked 80's hair! She grits her teeth, her lips pink and glossy before she forces them back to green, flames burning the pink streaks out of her hair, returning it to the spikey mohawk she had before.

Treehugger...

Treehugger has her face buried in Gilda's tits, a huge pair of headphones on her head. A small periscope peeks up from between Gilda's boobage that allows her to see the all clear.

She comes up for air with a gasp and shoots you a lazy peace sign before holding up her pda and trying to shout somthing to you!

You can't quite hear it over the residual buzzing in your ears but...she's pointing to Starveheart's stomach?

D-Did she eat someone?

No. No that's not it...

Hive! What a time for a game of fucking charades!

You move towards her but are separated as a large hand slams down between the two of you, five glinting silver, perfectly manicured nails as big as your calf and as sharp as swords stops you in your tracks.

Thankfully she's not looking at you, her attention span only able to focus on the last thing that's caught her attention or drifted through her mind.

Good for you.

Not good for Gilda and Treehugger.

'Like two-Uh-I mean...Three can play at that game!'

Starveheart sucks the smoke up, her chest swelling as she breaths in, glaring hatefully at the buff bruiser and brainy bimbo hippie.

Gilda, having played Ogres and Oubliettes knows what's about to happen as soon as she sees Starveheart's cheeks puff up and sprints for cover, hoying a thoughtful looking Treehugger over her shoulder as she power slides into the gym's storage closet.

Breath weapon.

A thick, deep pink cloud billows from her plump lips, thick and roiling as if it has a life of it's own! It flows across the gym floor like a pyroclastic flow and in the brief illumination it gives you see people sitting in the bleachers!

They don't seem changed that much despite the overabundance of magic in the air, most of it having been funnelled into Starveheart.

They sit, eyes pink and blank in a dull, slack jawed trance. A few you recognise.

Tendertaps, Miss Matilda , Raven the secretary, A purple haired scowly girl you think might be one of the sirens you've heard about in passing and Scootaloo!

There's where she got to!

Who knows what Starveheart wanted them for. Maybe they were drawn here and then trapped, maybe Starveheart wanted them for a spell? Maybe she just wanted an audience? Maybe she just brought them here and then forgot about them?

There are dozens of them though and the pink cloud billows over them even as Gilda throws herself into the supply closet.

When the smoke clears, they've certainly changed!

Ripped, jacked studs and ludicrously curvy bimbo's have taken their place as the smoke seeps into them. Pussies gushing and huge cocks leaking. There's a huge variety but all are overabundantly sexualised!

You cast a look at the group you recognised and see Tendertaps first who, as the smoke clears and you see the others as well appears to have either drawn the worst hand or the best hand of the deck!

Where as most of the men were looking more like Zephyr, Tendertaps is incredibly handsome almost to the point of prettiness tall young man with the physique and smooth body over a swimmer and the biggest cock you have ever seen.

Which is impressive given your track record!

Unfortunatly (or fortunately) he stands to find himself surrounded by many hungry looking sluts.

All of them stand taller than him by a good head and a half. Maltida looks like some protolithic fertility goddess, huge tits, wide hips and massive ass. There is no part of her that you could not use as a pillow!

Raven is a severe looking dominatrix type, slender and willowy yet imposing with her wobbling tits barely held in place by a dominatrix's mockery of what a receptionist should wear, all tall heels and leather stockings and corsets, her hair pulled back tight!

The siren and Scootaloo look similair, although the siren is larger and more jacked, looking more like Gilda, Scootaloo is still almost six foot of vibrating, lustful need . Her tight purple lycra shorts, straning against her toned, runners thighs, fat ass and gushing cunt are dark with arousal.

'Yes! Yes! My Minions!' Starveheart cackles, sound a bit like her old self, 'Come to me! Attack the int-intr-Shit! The bad dummies! No-No Don't fuck each other!'

Scootaloo pounces on Tendertaps, swatting, slapping and punching at the other sluts as they react a bare second later, diving on Tendertaps who falls back into Matilda's big milkers, causing her to moan as he sinks into them. The siren tries to get close and steal Tendertaps but gets "tied up" by Raven who...starts to tie her up...

Raven licks her lips and swoops in behind Scootaloo like a imposing shadow but the Siren "jerks" her back with one of her own restraints!

The amazonian siren strains against the leather straps and a solitary handcuff even as all four of them try to get at Tendertaps.

The rest of the stand is devolving into the same thing, one massive orgy with considerably less fighting than the one you're looking at.

You could sympathise, it was a amazing cock!

'Fuck! Like, stop fucking! Fuck them! Or me!' Starveheart huffs, throwing her arms up and down in a tantrum, causing her ridiculously large tits to bounce up and down and probably freaking out several seismologists on the opposite coastline!

'Gosy! Where did you go!' She squeals, looking around, tantrum already forgotten as you hide with Venomheart. You feel a swell of relief as Gilda and Treehugger poke their heads out of the "lost and found" bin on the other side of the gym, untouched by the blast.

Hive, What are you supposed to do here! It seems every thing you throw at her she seems to throw back in excess! Maybe you could turn it against her somehow? Then again, you've still got your own magic but it seems so dwarfed by this idiot's immense reserves!

Why had Treehugger been pointing towards the giant's stomach. She was waving her PDA/Magic scanner doo-hickey around...Was there somthing there too look at?

What to do?

[Please don't take these choices as your only options, We're in the endgame now so there's not much you can do to derail (unless you desperatly want a bad end?) Feel free to throw out any random stuff to see if it sticks.]

A) Try and use your own magic to do...somthing?

B) You've got some serious muscle on your side, she's big and all but with the right leverage...Maybe Gilda and Venom can overpower her?

C) Try and get closer to what Treehugger was pointing at. That is very risky but you're not sure what else you got at the moment?

D) Maybe you can reflect her magic or turn that breath weapon back on her?

E) Some other thing?

[Just in case you guys were worried about the stomach thing, Starveheart has not "vored* anyone and won't for this CYOA.]

'Try and link with Gilda!' You point at Starveheart's head and she shakes her head, yelling back,

'Neither of them are changelings! And besides, I can barely hear myself think over that dumb bimbo's non-thoughts!'

Damnit, What was Treehugger pointing at?

Rallying those effected by s was gonna be...difficult as well, they seemed wholly distracted by their all encompassing orgy!

Then again...

Maybe you just had to find the right motivation!

You concentrate, your eyes glowing green and soft magic appearing around your fingers while at the same time, the same magic appears within the sexy scuffle happening around Tendertaps.

On Tendertaps!

'ARE YOU KIDDING ME?' You hear Scootaloo shriek in rage, having just got her booty shorts and tight tanktop off as her prize floats away from her, wreathed in green light. The other "participants" call out angry and upset as well, The Siren, (Aria you think?) actually leaps off the bleachers, her jacked legs and tall frame allowing her a huge clearance and you have to jerk the hung guy out of her reach causing Aria to fall forward onto the gym floor, her big boobs cushioning the blow but knocking the wind out of her.

Matilda and Raven leap down, staggering over eachother as all four of them watch as you dangle Tendertaps like a carrot on a stick, bobbing slightly and making his big dick wobble before you throw him at Starveheart.

Bullseye

He flies forward and slides his dick perfectly between Starveheart's lips who coos in suprise and delight, suckling on the dick while Tendertaps holds on for dear life!

The four aggrieved woman look at their stolen prize with anger and resentment.

Then they share a look.

Then they charge!

That should keep Starveheart distracted for a bit!

Aria and Scootaloo jump and with their enhanced strength punts Starveheart onto her back while Matilda and Raven strap her legs with a variety of bondage tools the secretary had stashed somewhere!

Phew.

This won't last long, probably until Tendertaps blows and Starveheart loses interest! It gives you an opening though!

You dart forward, wings buzzing as you hop up onto Starveheart's stomach and begin looking for what in the name of the Hive and Chrysalis's titties Tree was talking about!

You can't see anything. It doesn't help that the big bitch's skin seems to be shifting like oil! The pink and green stars inside her making it difficult to see anything. Your horn's no use either, there's too much magic on her! It's like she's made of magic-

Wait...

Maybe...

Some kind of illusion?

Was this actually Starveheart?

You press your small hands against her warm, smooth black flesh and cast a small scanning spell and gasp as the starry skin becomes transparent!

Only a small patch, barely more than a metre but through that little window you can finally see where Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon are!

As well as Starveheart, the real Starveheart!

She's getting railed!

She's even shorter than you, although far more curvy, she's not fat persay but every inch of her is squeezeable and given her small statue, she's basically all tits and ass!

A far cry from the tall, severe mature spy she was!

She looks barely legal! Huge pink lips and massive, gaudy eyelashes, her hair a mass of pink and silver curls that unlike her giant puppet, don't flow in the ethereal breeze.

Although that might be because Daybreaker has two massive fistfuls of the thick hair as she plows into Starveheart's ass, her muscled thighs slapping silently against Starveheart's fat booty.

Nightmare Moon has her pussy, thrusting equally as vigorously, sandwiching Starveheart between the two giant ripped MILFS!

Wait, thrusting?

Both MILF's have a thick strapons! Bright pink and sparkling, the straps cling tight and strong to their firm thighs before wrapping around and cinching between their large asses.

What's more worrying to you is the writing on the strapons and across your two servant's midriffs and lower bodies.

In the sparling pink ink of that fucking pen!

"SUPER SUPER SUPER HORNY!

"FUCKING MACHINES"

"NEED TO CUM!"

"FEELZ TOTES REAL"

This last one was written on the length of the strapons and explained the blissed out Nightmare's face and downright scary leer on Daybreaker's as the two of them linked arms, Starveheart squeezed between their huge tits and their hands gripping eachother's biceps for leverage as the bounce Starveheart between them!

You can't hear them, a side effect of the illusion but all three are "obviously" enjoying themselves immensly although...

Faintly, you have to squint to see it with your magic sight, You see two ethereal collars around Nightmare Moon and Daybreaker's necks.

Despite their "advantageous" position as they go to town on Starveheart's holes, between the collar and the mind melting arousal pulsing through them they are under Starveheart's thumb!

Then again, Starveheart doesn't seem particularly..."focused" on you or anything going on outside her big sexy puppet. It's entirely possible that she's not even fully aware of what's going on, this big ditzy monster might only be a small part of her already small brain reacting.

It would explain why despite her great power she hasn't just snapped her fingers and bimbo'd the entire school!

Hmmmm...

[What are we thinking?]

[Was looking for inspiration to write and just viewed Annon's Pink world again, It's so good!]

Your mind races, an idea forming in your mind. Desperate but wild and you send out a frantic mental message to Venomheart and hope to FUCK she gets it as you feel a large, looming prescense above you!

'Heeey!' The giant Gossamer says, pushing her huge boobs apart to stare down in consternation at you sitting on her stomach. A giant hand swings down at you and you barely dive out the way as she smacks her stomach, causing you to bounce as the vibrations shake your body, as does the sharp slap that echoes through the gym.

'Owwwwie-Hey-oOOOH!'

Starveheart moans as you tuck and roll, coming up in a rolling crouch right back over the window. A stunning display of athleticism that astounds even you! You slam your hand into the giant's stomach and a wave of green magic flows through her body. You have to strain to get through the magical resistance, sweat pouring into your eyes as your magic slides over Daybreaker's and Nightmare Moon's eyes, trying to whip the illusion they were under away!

No dice! That's some sticky magic!

It doesn't help that Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon love punishing and fucking dumb brats as much Starveheart likes being that dumb brat!

She's got them tied up in a hamster wheel they love running on!

You watch as Daybreaker brings a hand down hard on Starveheart's thick ass, her long, brilliant nails glowing like burnished gold as she runs the other one through Staveheart's hair, gripping it as she pounds away while Nightmare Moon leers as she shoves her thumb in Starveheart's slutty mouth.

Then again...Maybe you could throw the wheel of it's hinges if you get it spinning fast enough...

Starveheart wants to punished by a strict, harsh older MILF and she is getting that...but deep down, she knows she's still in control, still pulling the strings...

If you can enhance her desire, her implanted kink enough then she might just let go of the chains holding Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon back!

You draw deep into your wells of magic and pulse a [ENHANCE] stronger than any spell you've ever cast, zoned in directly at Starveheart's head!

Lighting sparks around Starveheart's horn, her eyes crossing as her mind is blasted and the giant facsimile of her shimmers and fuzzes and you fall through the now intangible giant.

You accidently fall into Daybreaker who barely even feels you against her large form, her mind so focused on getting off in this tight changeling slut! You slide over Daybreaker's large shoulder and fall ontop of Starveheart who squeaks as you face ends up lodged between her huge tits,

'Oooh-Mommy!'

You feel somthing slide between your lips. Somthing...smooth, round and...sweet?

You don't have time to ponder it before a particualrly vigorous thrust from Nightmare Moon sends you flailing off your nice cushiony spot.

You crash into the gym floor, breath exploding from your lungs, the strange object flying out of your mouth as darkness envelops you again as the giant Starveheart reforms, her form blotting out what little light you had with her GIANT ASS!

You dive forward, a small light skittering away from you as your frantic hands clip somthing and you feel somthing twinge as your curvy body twists midair into a shape not even a bimbo should be in as the rear slaps down infront of you, leaving you face to face with a giant green pussy as you crouch between two, titanic and very shapely legs.

Your leg hurts, you think you've twisted somthing or pinched a nerve and you're having trouble standing as you look up, eyes trailing over the obscuring image of the real Starveheart fading as the darkness closes in on them.

You swear you see the chains around Nightmare Moon and Daybreaker start to wobble as the Night Goddess takes it in her hands, as if seeing it for the first time, binding her and her sister's necks.

Then she's gone and you're staring deep into Starveheart's hypnotising eyes, an impossible, dizzying array of pinks, greens and silvers as she sucks in a deep breath, thick, cotton candy wisps of magic smoke collecting around her mouth, breasts surging as she-

Starveheart chokes.

She...chokes..

The smoke billows as she gasps, flowing into her...ghost lungs? She splutters and squeaks, her eyes streaming as she, wide eyed, stares in horror at you.

No...Not you...

You follow her eyes and see the object that you had fallen out of Starveheart's boobs when you had uh...moterboated her.

You had accidently picked it up in your frantic crawling.

It's a pen.

Pink, long and with a cute glowing heart shaped jewel to act as the clicker thingy and-

OH FUCK IT'S THE PEN!

"THE" PEN!

'T-That's MINE!' Starveheart screams, terror piercing through her ditzy personality for the first time since you walked in.

You try to take a step backward but a spike of pain in your leg sends you sprawling, heart thundering and you cry out as Starveheart's closed fist flies towards you.

No longer playing. This is it.

SLAM

You are treated of a view of Gilda's perfect, walnut crushing ass and melon crushing thighs straining in her jean shorts, her ripped back and huge shoulders fully tensed, both hands gripping Starveheart's fist as she strained.

Your mouth falls open, not only because of the sheer power on display her but also because Gilda's jean shorts explode off of her ass, unable to contain her powerful glutes!

You actually think you cum a little at that.

'Don't like...just sit there man...' Treehugger says as she lifts you up, supporting you wait as your head rests on her chest as you limp away, smelling softly of exotic plants.

And weed.

You frown at the pen in your hand as you limp away. It pulses with magic and on a desperate gamble you write on your leg

"Fixed"

The pain disappears and you grin as you start walking more easily.

In fact, you feel like skipping! Your grin becomes a full blown green, your sharp teeth brilliant white and so cute!

Your legs feel so warm and fuzzy! Gawd! You're horny! You look down at the pink ink on your thigh and giggle as your pussy juices stream down over it, the ink glowing bright as it pulses happily!

Or hungrily...

You purse your lips, face quirked into a frown as you stop and put your hands on your hips, lifting your leg to better look at the word.

That wasn't your handwriting was it? But you had written it?

Hmmmm!

Gilda flies past you and into an orgy of bimbo's as you press the pen to your lips, the light pulsing,

'Have I always dotted my I's with little hearts?' You wonder aloud and Treehugger's response, slightly panicked sounds like it's coming from far away as the pen assures you that you always have!

After all, the pen says,

It's like, super cute!

You giggle and nod, a lock of your rainbow coloured hair falling between your eyes as you move to slide the pen between your lips and then Treehugger slaps you really hard in the face.

You actually stagger, eyes blinking before you're tackled to the ground behind a series of gym mats as a pink explosion of bimbo fog roils around you. You throw up a shield, a small but sturdy dome that keeps out the fog for the meantime.

'Fuck!' You say, your face hurting, 'What the fuck did you do that for?' You say bringing your hand to your face but Treehugger dives on it, pinning it to the ground,

'The pen, The fucking pen dude!' She yells, rolling off of you but keeping your hand pinned to the floor and you watch with detached horror your hand, with a mind of it's own scribbles and writes invisible words in the general direction of Treehugger, the pen glowing ominously in the dim light as Treehugger keeps your hand pinned while also trying to stay as far away as possible from the pen.

You look down at the words on your leg.

It wasn't your handwriting.

And you know, you've seen her handwriting...

It's not Starveheart's handwriting either...

The pen twitches and you fling it away from you. Not far, but it skitters to the edge of your dome and you and Treehugger scramble to the other side of the dome, knees to chest.

Holy Hive...What had Starveheart done?

Starveheart wasn't using the pen...

The pen was using her.

She might have been at first but not anymore...When had it gained a life of it's own? Immediatly after she had [LUST TAPPED] it? Or had it needed a few "pulls" to get it really revved up?

To seed in it's rudimentary intelligence that if it just gobbled up a few more IQ points, A little here, A little there...Hey, That bimbo wouldn't need it after she had tits the size of Mount Canterhorn!

It was sure as shit revved up now...

But maybe you could use it!

As long as you don't use it yourself...It should be good right? Anything you write becomes true, becomes reality!

A simple strike of a pen and you wouldn't need to defeat Starveheart, the pen would do that for you!

The pen's victory...

You feel yourself reaching for it before drawing back at that thought, piercing through the faint, whispering giggles that seem to trying to infiltrate your mind.

Just one word and Starveheart could be:

"Defeated"

"Slaved"

"Weak"

The pen glowed with power, the heart shaped crystal clicker on the end...

You swear you see somthing in there...In the roiling pink fog...

Was that an eye?

The pink smoke outside begins to dissipate, your bubble fading with it as you stare at the pen.

How much of a coincidence was it that you had just so happened to snag it when you fell on Starveheart?

It had abandoned her. Her purpose served...

"For a Worthier wielder..." A cooing voice, sickly sweet voice croons in your mind,

"Or a more useful puppet?" A distant, more familiar sounding voice responds as a series of long, slow thumps and then a manicured hand gripping the mats you are hiding behind and pulling them away indicates that you're out of time.

You still have your original plan but it's such a long shot!

The pen is RIGHT there!

Use the pen?

[A] Yes
[B] No

[Probably the last choice to be made before the end.]

[I was really wondering if people were going to vote for the Bimbo One Ring stand in. I tried to make it as obvious as possible with a literal "Eye of Sauron!"
You grit your teeth and jerk yourself back and you feel the increasing pressure on your mind, that giggling, horny bliss, growl, dart forward and increase as it tries to overpower your unwilling psyche. It overreaches however and squeals petulantly in outrage at being denied.

Energy coalesces around it, dark, thick pink waves that shift like oil and somehow have the viscosity of oil in vapour form! It flows toward your wide eyes.

If it couldn't have you to fuck alone!

Everyone would!

Treehugger slams a glass bong over the pen and corks the outlet valve, trapping the pen and the smoke inside!

'Man, What a bad trip...' She says, looking at the twitching, evil pen with a bemused expression, another joint in her mouth.

You swallow, the eye glaring balefully at you and your suprised at how firm your voice is,

'Do not let that thing get free. Do whatever you have to do Tree, use any of your hightech, cutting edge inventions to make sure that thing never sees the light of day.'

'Way ahead of you dude!' Treehugger says, pulling out a highly advanced grocery bag and some cutting edge ducttape.

By the time you turn to face the giant Starveheart, the pen is sealed within several inch's of black masking tape and even some bubblegum.

'Gimme that!' She bellows, 'Wait-Where is it?' Her giant head darts around, unable to see the glowing pen and her mind too gooey to put 2 + 2 together.

Right. Plan B.

Better than Plan "Steal then pen and be a drooling slave for a supercharged artifact of bubblegum flavoured evil!"

But not much better as Starveheart screams in annoyance, raising both her hands over her head, curled into fists as she readies herself to slam all several tons of magical created weight into your form.

Here's hoping Venom found what you needed although she better turn up in the next five seconds as with a flash of agony and a faint, vindictive giggle, the writing on your thigh vanishes and the pain returns a hundred fold.

Fuck. Well, atleast she might squash the pen as well.

You wonder what that would do.

Maybe turn the sky pink. Bimbo half the continent probably.

You bring your hands up, back straight, palms outstretched, but the gesture is more comical than defiant given your relative sizes and how tapped the mental brawl with the pen has left you.

Everything else fades as those two, dark fists slam towards you and you have just enough time to admire how well the magic has manicured those sharp, silver nails-

CLANG

Starveheart jerks up short, arms arrested in the air, her face a portrait of pure, confused bafflement before her head snaps up along with yours!

Two corded, rough yet thick climbing ropes are looped around Starveheart's wrists, binding them above her head as GILDA hangs, body straining along the railing the ropes hang from!

The gym ropes are designed to be able to be dragged out from their holding place along the wall to the width of gym. They weren't out before which means that when Gilda got tossed, she immediatly climbed one of the ropes and then one arm after another, monkey framed along the thick, rolling railing, dragging the ropes behind her!

Indeed, she has one thick rope between her legs, the other IN HER MOUTH!

She spits it out and screams, sweat pooling down her body,

"PLAN B! FUCKING PLAN B!'

Starveheart begins to shriek and thrash, her giant form wobbling but she's trussed up tight!

She sucks a breath in, ready to blow another breath of cloying, bimbo smoke on you but Treehugger launches another vial and you have just enough time to see the words written on the side before it leaves her hand.

"Bukkake Bomb (V Messy!)"

It explodes and a thick white goo explodes over her face, coating her huge lips and blocking everything but a small puff of smoke that quickly dissipates as Starveheart's tongue instinctivly starts to slurp up the goop!

'Plan B! Treehugger squeals, jumping up and down before ducking for cover as Starveheart spreads her wings, eyes and wings blazing with trancing light as she focuses all of it on your, single point!

'PLAN B!' A voice booms, both in your mind and your ears as Venomheart leaps over you, vibrant hair billowing behind her as she slams down in front of you, holding a huge object above her head.

Starveheart frowns as she looks at it, her eyes leaking pure magic before they widen in horror as she realises what she's looking at.

The thing that Venomheart has positioned directly between her gaze and you!

A mirror, stolen from the changing rooms on your order!

It's quite a big one as well, wall mounted.

In fact, you think it might still be mounted to the wall as Venomheart hoists it, a series of bricks and plaster fall off the back of it!

'N-Nooo!' Starveheart squeals, all her hypnotic power rebounded directly into her wide, horrified eyes. She tries to look away but Gilda drops from the ropes above and lands on her horn, heaving her head down to look at herself.

She tries to pull away but the ropes hold tight!

She tries to bring her legs under her to push away but two, huge manacles appear over her ankles, pulling her legs out from under her and spreading them. One manacle was golden and orange, glowing brightly with the power of the sun, while the other was silver and blue, bright with moonlight!

You see a small window open up in the giant's midriff and see Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon holding Starveheart between them, sandwiching the tiny bug between two giant slabs of tit and muscle, her eyes directly forward at the mirror!

Starveheart's eyes cross, her body jerking and both of her body's cumming hard.

Then she cums again. Harder

Then again, Then again!

Each time, her mind falls deeper and deeper into a trance as the absorbed energy enhances her wings and eyes, strengthening her own downfall

Her form grows smaller and smaller, losing cohesion as it shrinks back towards the smaller Starveheart held between the real Goddesses!

By the time you breath out and Venomheart feels it's safe to drop the mirror/wall, the four and a half pile of tits and ass is starting vacantly infront of her, totally limp apart from a rippling wobble that runs through her every thirty seconds as she orgasms.

Venomheart slams the mirror down and advances on her softly moaning sister with dark intent, looming over her,

'Now...Sister!' Venomheart hisses with glee, 'What will we do with-'

'Catch me Catch me!' Gilda squeals from above, interrupting Venomheart's intimidating display as her huge ass slams into Venomheart's face and the two fall over into a tangle of highly muscled limbs, huge tits and long, thick hair!

You grin and limp over to Starveheart, Treehugger behind you.

'Fuck, she's really out of it huh?' Treesays, snapping her fingers infront of Starveheart's vacant face, the only response is a soft hiccup and a dopey smile before a frantic beeping distracts her.

'Oh fuck!' She says with uncharacteristic urgency, 'Dude, Goss! That ritual's about to kick off!'

You didn't need her to tell you. You could feel it. You're standing at it's very epicentre. You could have it all...

That was an appealing idea but...did you have to take all of it?

[A] Yes - Take it all. The world will be your oyster!
[B] Take most of it but spread the love! [Specify who]
[C] Or, perhaps...Give it all to one of your servants[Who?]...After making sure they're fully yours of course!

[EPILOGUE]

A month later

Daybreaker sighed softly, her thick golden lips parting as the mere sensation that uncrossing her long, powerful legs produced. Her tanned, perfectly smooth thighs, clad in gossamer thin white and gold silk stockings, caused a rippling series of sensation to rise through her powerful body and she rocked ever so slightly, masking an orgasm that a month ago would have knocked Celestia out!

Now, it was merely one of many her overly sensitive body demanded every time she shifted. Her and her sister's bodies were already wired to the peak but the Nightmare Moon had felt the need to throw some more magic onto the inferno of arousal that was Daybreaker's pussy right now.

'Drat' She thought, a slender, perfect finger said, pressing a button atop a small counter on her desk which loyally flipped up from "17" to "18".

The numbers were in orange, glowing angrily, while the numbers below in a more subdued but deceptivly powerful blue and white showed "12"

"She might win this one actually...' She mused inwardly, pressing her finger to her lips and smirking as she looked out the window at the club she and her sister had "aquired" after they had "retired" from being Principals.

As per her and her sister's agreement of who takes charge of the club, (This week it was who manages to have the least orgasms, it was currently done up in Daybreaker's style. )

All bright gold, oranges and yellows, not warm and inviting colours but hot and steamy! Daybreaker resisted on the urge to suck on her finger as she looked through her office window onto the floor below when a dancer with burnished red hair danced and writhed on the centre pole, her thick, curvacious body naked apart from a thin layer of golden body paint, her hair blowing in a non existant breeze.

With a spike of glee, Daybreaker realised it was Punkrocker, the formerly skinny and pale punk was now a riot of jiggling tanned flesh after her brush with Daybreaker's hair mere moments after her ascension. Daybreaker had ignored her since then on purpose, enjoying the desperate slut's attempts at garnering some kind of praise for her goddess.

God, it felt wonderful to have people do things for her, work for her, worship her! After an entire life spent serving others and the common good, now it was her turn! She was entitled* to it!

She would have to tend to the poor slut soon or else she might just burst! Sweat beaded on the young acolyte's body, seeping through the paint and causing her entire body to glisten. The heat in the club was immense, not just from the dozen, huge lamps that were specially enchanted to resemble sunlight or moonlight, (depending on who was winning the game at the moment) but also the huge, gilded hot tubs, seated into the floor for the more privileged clientele to lounge in.

Daybreaker saw Harshbreeze and his wife in one of them, two scantily clad servers in gold bikini's and sarongs waitiing on him, fetching him anything he desires, which at this moment is another hole to stick his huge cock in. He grunts as he slowly pulls the totally fucked out attendent off his dick, his massive form, so jammed full of muscle easily lifting the small, tanned slut.

Ahh, Suprise. The sporty girl was fairly new and even though she was fine for the likes of Zephyr or any other "average" himbo, Harshbreeze was the prime stud of Gossamer's new hive and very few could keep up with him.

The formerly trim and athletic girl was now the opposite having allowed Harsh's magic to overwhelm her, she now had the thick, curvy body of a prime breeding slut, her massive tits leaked a steady stream of milk and her wide thighs and jiggling ass provided much entertainment for various clients as she was carried out.

The huge stud for his part looked unphased at what he had done, instead he seemed more frustrated that Suprise hadn't lasted long enough for him to drain his balls, his huge black dick sticking straight up through the hot water. His wife wasn't helping matters either, Instead of helping or easing Harshbreeze's discomfort, she seemed to be stoking it, teasing him and arousing him further, tiny, delicate fingers tracing his body, dick and balls.

The curvy changeling herself was a breeder but her position as Harsh's favourite coupled with a razor sharp mind she hides under layers of breezy affability means she's actually quite influential in the hive.

Daybreaker thought it was an unusually cruel prank to throw Suprise into rota and judging by the smirks of Fleetfoot and the other, pale, beautiful sluts leaning against the bar and touching themselves and laughing, while Suprise moans and gurgles as she's carried out, Daybreaker knew who was responsible.

She would have to have a word with Nightmare Moon, her servants were getting a bit to big for their boots.

Although Daybreaker herself grinned wickedly herself and made a note to send more sub par sluts Harshbreeze's way, it was about time for some of her sister's more audacious followers to get reminded of whose club this was...

Her sister would allow it, quid pro quo, she would probably be watching Daybreaker show the lunar slut what a real prank was! Maybe Daybreaker should invite Harsh up, as a show of grace. I didn't do well for him to go back with blue balls due to their staff's personal lack of professionalism.

Daybreaker shuddered at the thought of that, Gossamer had a soft touch generally and allowed Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon a great deal of freedom as long as the cheques got cashed but she was the Goddess-Queen and she would not tolerate shit.

Daybreaker's eyes drifted to the two, twirling figures in one of the smaller, cosier dancing nooks. A single booth where two lithe figures danced, pressed against eachother they moved like liquid around themselves and the pole. Both of them were dressed in full, form fitting latex body suits, one silver and one gold to match the aesthetic but anyone that looked at them for any length of time showed that the featureless, doll like woman were not like the other employees of the club.

They moved lithely, with supreme confidence and grace, even on huge, platform heels, their movements impossibly synchronised with eachother.

Lustlings.

Disguised in those tight, curve hugging fetish outfits.

Their booth was empty but Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon were the true audience.

A reminder that the Goddess was always watching, and always had them under the thumb.

It made them so fucking wet. Even now, in their quiet, intimate moments, Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon fantasied about acutally pissing Gossamer off just so she could punish them.

But, hey, this was a pretty sweet deal. Maybe they could skip the doomed coup and just ask Gossamer to pen them in for a few hours of debilitating sexual funtimes.

It would probably be okay.

Just comp Harsh and Posey their drinks and maybe invite him to her sister's private celebration when Nightmare won and they swapped over the décor to Moony's!'

She slid a cherry into her mouth, one side glazed in chocolate, the other in soft gold leaf and almost came at the explosion of taste in her mouth, juice dribbling down her lips before a long tongue swiftly darts out.

Nightmare had probably tampered with the Cherries. They were large, too large and full to bursting with juice that made Daybreaker's nipples hard!

Her pussy gushed, streaming into the luxerious sofa she was leaning on and idly pressed the counter, pumping up the number of orgasms to "19."

Fuck, Moony really wanted to win this one!

Maybe Daybreaker would let her...

[This one didn't really go in the direction I wanted it to go and I kind of want to do more with Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon in their new club but I felt I should put somthing out. We can either stick with this or go to another one of the big characters?

Venomheart, Gilda, Tree, Sunset, Fluttershy, etc although I'm planning on leaving Gossamer to last.]

'This is absolutely unacceptable Luna!' Spoiled says, her arms wrapped around her thick, fur coat as if to shield her body from the depredations of the outside club and it's vulgar nature. Nightmare Moon was hoping that she would actually clutch for her pearls, just for the sheer cliché.

Because that's what Spoiled Rich was when you drilled down to it. An overbearing, past her prime trophy wife who had made her poor husband and daughter absolutly miserable. It was to the point that Nightmare Moon was probably willing to concede that Diamond Tiara was happier with "Her position" at the farm than she would have been staying with her bitch of a mother.

Still, the bitch had a amazing pair of tits.

Nightmare Moon didn't rise to the bait of using her older name, the one that belonged to the stupid guileless woman she had been. Instead, she smiled, a sharp white grin that ran off the Dense Spoiled but caused Filthy Rich to flinch and sink deeper into his chair.

He was handsome.

A real silver fox.

Nightmare Moon had never hunted foxes before, too small and unthreatening for her but she was willing to make an exception for this one...

What a shame he had ended up with "Spoiled Milk" of all people!

Pearls before swine...

Oh well.

'As you know Mrs Rich-' Nightmare Moon said, her long, dark hair fanning out around her, gliding across the floors and walls and seeping into the shadows. Spoiled didn't know it, but Nightmare Moon had her and her luckless husband surrounded in a dark, shadowy, silky smooth cage.

'-I don't know where Diamond Tiara is serving her "Community Service", I am, as you can see-' She spreads her arms, gesturing to her tall, sensious body shrouded in a impossibly black, gauzy gown,'-no longer employed at Canterlot High in a professional capacity.'

"My My, Mr Rich Is dedicated!" Luna thinks, watching the handsome DILF out the corner of her eye. He hadn't even glanced at the acres of ivory tit her gown exposed. It hung off of her shoulders but the deep V infront that extended down to just below her cut, eight pack and exposed the entire inner half of each pale sphere, her nipples barely hidden and her areola peeking eagerly.

In fact, the man had been staring directly ahead since he had set foot in the club, his face perfectly neutral, the very picture of business like efficiency.

But Nightmare Moon knew.

Her sharp, cold eyes could see the bead of sweat rolling down his temple, see the clench in his jaw and hear the pulse of his heart, elevated and rapid!

She could sense him.

She could smelll his fear and that nice juicy cock he was packing in those tight slacks.

A single lock of hair brushed the back of his neck, impossibly lightly and he jumped about a mile into the air, turning around and feeling the back of his neck but seeing nothing in the dark office.

Not so much for Spoiled, who doesn't even bat an eyelid at her Husband's twitchy behavior, if she had even noticed it.

'Don't give me that shit Luna or Nightmare Moon or whatever you are calling yourself now! I don't know what game you're playing but Gossamer Wing, whoever she is has refused to see me, ME! The "Chair" of the PTA!'

'I can't possibly imagine why.' Nightmare said idly, flicking Filthy's ear every few seconds as she leaned back in her chair as she slid her right foot out of her crystal, white heels.

This chair was actually her old one from her office in Canterlot High. She couldn't bring herself to give it up due to how comfy the dang thing was. And it was tall and bigger than her sisters.

Shame that her big butt no longer fit the groove Luna had worn into it but with her granite hard ass it shouldn't take too long to regroove it!

She extended her leg just as Filthy turned around to look for the last errant hair flick and tensed, entire body rigid as Nightmare Moon gently pressed her foot into his crotch.

He goggled at her but she deliberately kept her eyes on his wife, compellty ignoring him as even as she gently traced her painted toes around his swelling junk.

He was big!

Well, at least Spoiled had taste in one thing.

GOD, it was SOO unfair! Spoiled had been a porky little bitch even back when they were younger(although, Nightmare Moon admitted, she had been cute if you ignored her sneer, her bearing and absolutly everything else about her) whereas Filthy had always been tall, trim and hot!

[Probably all I got for tonight, sorry there's not much smut or TF in this one but we're getting there! If there's still a MLP post up on the morrow I'm more than willing to post in it!
I also don't mind waiting if that's the will of the people!]

'And what is that supposed to mean?' Spoiled said hautighly and Nightmare Moon sighed, turning her chair slightly as she cursed inwardly,

'Damn, a little too thick with the sarcasm.' She mused on how Spoiled was so dense about some things but super perceptive about anything that could be taken as a slight against her.

Nightmare put it down as some kind of selective narcissism. Spoiled was just too big headed to accept anything that doesn't paint her as either a avenging hero or a tragic victim of everyone else's design.

Spoiled spluttered and huffed, her thick woman making such a drama about it although Nightmare Moon couldn't imagine why.

It wasn't like she actually cared about Diamond Tiara. The woman barely showed up to the parent's evenings most of the time and only turned up to PTA meetings to remind everyone that she was the chair, not anyone else!

So why did she give a shit now?

Well, because it hurt her image to have her daughter's (and there for her good name) dragged through the dirt by a bunch of nobody teacher's from out of town.

Especially along side the likes of "Applebloom"

Egh.

To distract herself she finally decided to look over at Mr Rich, her toes squeezing his thickening cock and Nightmare Moon giggled as she realised how fat she had made his dick by accident, her magic leaking out of her.

'Do you think this is funny?' Spoiled said, her annoying voice killing any amusement the tall, pale goddess was feeling and she turned lazily back to Spoiled then paused as she saw that the plump woman was smiling at her.

Like the cat that caught the canary...

The change was noticeble and for the first time Nightmare acutally paid attention to her fully, even ceasing to toy with Filthy for a moment as Spoiled went on in a voice as a sickly as condensed milk.

'Miss...Moon. Spoiled began, using Nightmare's full name for the first time in the conversation and sending an uneasy chill through Nightmare's powerful body. She tamped down on it and it wasn't anywhere close to showing but it was there...

'I'll admit, I don't know what you and your sister are planning, resigning and leaving the school in the hands of some unknown...foreigner but I am curious...'

She set her elbows on the dark wood of the desk, fingers locked together and Nightmare couldn't help but glance at the large tits squeezed into the woman's fashionable top, the pearls around her neck were nice even if she hadn't clutched them yet.

Nightmare Moon would like to clutch them, tugging on them as she fucked Spoiled ass with a strapon as big as her forearm.

'At first, I thought she had somthing on you. Some dirty little secret but then you opened up...this place-' Her lip curled, the beauty mark on her cheek twitching, '-and by all accounts smashed it. To my great suprise, you even seem to like it here!'

'I do. I really do.' Nightmare admitted, returning Spoiled's smile with her own, her foot sliding up Filthy's stomach, smoothing away his small paunch and replacing with a flat, trim tummy as she takes a sip of her coffee.

'And you've done sooo well-' She said sweetly, smarminess dripping from her voice, '-but there are certain...business provisions that business owners and landlords should be aware of as per the strictures and outlined proponents of the Charter of the Canterlot Chamber of Commerce-'

Oh no.

Legislation.

Every aspiring rulers and bimbo's worse nightmare!

Nightmare Moon actually sat up straighter here eyes narrowed into slits as Spoiled grinned a smile every bit as evil and wicked as Nightmare's own.

'You may not know this but my dear Filthy actually sits on the chair of the Chamber, I am of course it's treasurer and well...Every new business needs to be fully vetted in accordance with the guidelines, I'm sure you understand.' She simpered, pressing her hand to her lips delicatly and Nightmare Moon grit her teeth.

So...It was a shakedown.

Nightmare opened her mouth, fully past her point of patience. How fucking dare this slut. The darkness roiled around them, grasping tendrils descending from the ceiling behind Spoiled Milk-

Filthy cleared his throat and spoke for the first time since he had walked in and the sheer suprise forestalled Nightmare Moon's rampage.

Further, Nightmare's mouth dropped open in astonishment as Filthy grasped her perfect leg and shifted it off of his crotch in one swift movement as if she hadn't just been jerking him off!

'Please. Miss Moon.' His voice was crisp and he hid his trepidation well, using the pause to swallow his nerves, 'I don't think there's any need for that...We just want to know where our Diamond is. We've never heard of this juvenile community service before and your uh...change of careers was so sudden...'

Nightmare Moon paused, angry at being confronted like this, as if Spoiled could simply browbeat her divine kingdom with laws and regulations but surprisingly more frustrated that Filthy had so casually dismissed her. Despite the thick bulge almost bursting our of his pants, his mind was focused.

For fuck sake. These two were both far to savvy and focused for her to deal with the subtly and yet...

UGH.

They were pillars of the Canterlot Community, if rather shitty ones, they weren't the usual riff raff and refuse that her and her Sister took in and remoulded.

She grinned suddenly, an idea coming to her. A way of nixing this problem and further spreading Lady Gossamer's will.

'Oh! Well. I'm sorry Mrs Rich, Mr Rich-I did not understand this was a business call!' She reached over to a small, silver bell and rang it, summoning one of the aforementioned riff raff and refuse.

"Former" being the key word.

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