The rain was coming down hard in Ponyville.

The wind blew the drops almost horizontal, driving through cold, biting air to crash against the Golden Oak library. But inside, away from the cold and the wind, they were only a soft thumping against the wood and glass of the second-story window, a smooth, soothing rhythm in the morning dark.

Beneath the window, a unicorn lay on a small, round cushion, murmuring happily at the sound of the rain. She shifted, still half-asleep, stretching lazily and enjoying the sound as long as she could. It felt comforting, reassuring. As if everything was where it should be. Everything in its place.

With one last long stretch, Scrap rose from her bed, sleepily making her way down the stairs to the first floor. The Golden Oak was emptier now. No tables or desks in the wide open center of the space. No books in the empty shelves. She missed those a little still. They had looked so nice on the shelves, and when she opened some there had been beautiful pictures and letters in lovely, swirling strokes of ink. She had even managed to read a few pages in some.

But she could never get farther than that. Somewhere around the third or fourth page the ideas from the books would always start to get vague and confused, mixed around with each other. And then she'd have to lie down for a while before she could think right again. So she'd given them away, bit by bit, to ponies who wanted them. At least they had good homes now.

And there was one wall of shelves that was still useful. A large board had been nailed up over it, and hooks hung from it here and there, each with its own label and outline. Under each label and in each outline her work gear hung. A row of collars in a variety of widths and colors arched over a selection of riding crops, and both were flanked by bridles on one side and bits on the other, with a row of hoof cuffs beneath. She smiled as she looked over the selection. Everything neat and easy to find. Everything in its place.

Humming softly to herself, Scrap reached out, pulling a collar from beneath a label that read "Blak Collur - Thik." She fastened it in place with practiced ease, sighing at the feel of the leather, then reached for the next items. A deep black tail wrap wound neatly around the base of her tail.

She worked a brush carefully through her mane and tail until they fell neatly into place, then found a sponge, letting it soak, wringing it out, and then gently scrubbing at her flank. Slowly, the sponge went black, pulling the scattered remains of paint from her side. Still humming, she toweled the flank dry, then pressed a small stencil to it, painting fresh words in with thick block letters:

SERVICE MARE
FREE TO USE

She did the same on the other flank, then set the stencil carefully back on its hooks. Turning in front of the long mirror nearby, she gave herself one last check, smiling at what she saw. Bit, collar, tail wrap, paint. Check. Everything in its place.
With a nod to the mare in the mirror, she crossed the bare interior of the Golden Oak, heading for the door. As it opened she saw the rain had stopped. Time to go. Time to be of service. With a rush of eager anticipation, the purple pony stepped out into a new day.

The stallion plodded a straight line through the muddy road, ignoring the muck splattered up the lower half of his legs. He looked up to see what had once been Sweet Apple Acres, freshly fallen rain dripping from the gate. The wooden sign had been replaced, and now the empty space cut into it depicted a crudely carved earth pony sprawled seductively over an enormous apple. The logo was repeated again in glowing green neon across the front of the barn, along with the business's new name: "The Candied Apple." The barn itself had grown and spread considerably over the land it sat on, until its size now looked almost triple what it had been.

A massive earth pony at the door waved the stallion through as he approached. He entered. Inside loud, pulsating music rolled through the club, hit him like a wave, underlined by the lingering stench of spilled alcohol and cigarettes. Every vertical surface was covered in cheap imitation wood painted black. Every horizontal one but the floor was black acrylic. Every edge was rimmed with some kind of neon. On a wide island in the center three earth ponies were sliding and twisting around poles, bending at just the right angle to give the crowd seated around them a good show.

Waitresses in flimsy costume stetsons roamed through the sea of tables, keeping the drinks flowing. A few were bent over tables with a customer on top, or kneeling, faced pressed between their customer's thighs.

The stallion pushed through to the far end of the room. Along the center of the wall were two wide swinging doors with the outline of a barn painted crudely around them and above that, in white paint that glowed in the club's blacklight:

"The Stable"

The stallion blinked as he stepped through the doors. The bright light of the wide corridor here was a harsh change from the dim glow of the club. The corridor was constructed in a rough approximation of a stable, but impossibly clean and cheap. The floors were more of the fake wood texture, as were the walls on either side, which went too high to let anypony see into the stalls indicated at regular intervals by wide sliding doors and small plastic signs. The music of the club was a distant throbbing now, replaced only by an eerie silence highlighted by the buzzing of the florescent overhead.

The stallion ignored the first stalls, heading deep into the corridor, passing door after door until he was nearly at the back. At the last door on the right he stopped, turned. The sign for the stall featured a crude cartoon depiction of a familiar earth pony, stupidly smiling mouth splayed open to let a speech bubble emerge.

"Howdy! I'm Applejack! I used to run this place back before I realized my true calling. Now it's under new management, and so am I! I'm a sturdy little mare, so don't be afraid to be rough. I can't wait to take your cock!"

He reached for the door, pulling. It slide easily to the side along its track. As he entered, it slid closed behind him. The room was small, only a little larger than a long, rectangular closet. It was dimmer than the hallway, only one weak, bare bulb above.

An earth pony was curled up in the shadows at the far end. She turned as he entered, the painted "silver" pieces on her hackamore glinting. She looked worn down, every part of her tired, heavy. As Applejack's eyes met his, her mouth twisted to an angry snarl, but the weariness in her eyes made it clear it was a toothless threat. There was still strength in the mare, but it was struggling to stay there.

The stallion stepped into the shadows, toward the mare. He reached out, untying her reigns from the iron ring set in the wall and giving them a firm tug. The mare rose. He stepped out into the corridor. She followed.

He led her back up, then around a corner, to another door. It opened onto a wide rectangular room, dirt floor replacing wood. There was a single hay bale at the center, and he walked them to it and sat. He took a small cloth bag out, setting in beside him. He reached into it, hoof shuffling inside the fabric, and returning with a single sugar cube. He held it out.

The moment it was out the earth pony's eyes were fixed on the cube, staring for several seconds, then falling to the floor, her expression sinking to sad resignation. Obediently, she sat in front of the stallion, at his feet. Her eyes drifted back up to the cube, hanging just above and in front of her. His hoof gave a slight upward tug.

"Beg."

Her eyes closed in one last flicker of regret, but her body was already moving. By the time they opened she was in the expected position: head up, mouth open, tongue out, front hooves raised like a dog. Like a good dog. The stallion let the cube drop on to her tongue. She pulled it in in an instant, swallowed, shuddered, eyes drifting closed. Her body relaxed slightly as she sighed. When her eyes opened their were calmer, less resistive.

He held out another cube.

"Canter."

She rose, starting off for the far side of the room. There were two thin metal support beams placed along the center line of the room, and she started to weave between them, winding back and forth in a figure-eight already well-worn in the dirt beneath her. The stallion shuffled, getting comfortable on the hay as he watched her. For all the wear and tear, the earth pony was still quite a sight. Strong, trained muscle rising and falling, hooves catching the ground, twisting back, pulling forward again, tapping the soft ground in a gentle, rolling beat.

"Stop."

She stopped, coming to a halt in front of the bale. The stallion held out another cube, letting her eat it from his hoof this time, then a second, then a third. She accepted them with a contented sigh, lingering a little on his hoof after the third. She looked at him, but the stallion only smiled.

"Buck."

She headed for the far wall. Four heavy punching bags waited there, set into alcoves, wide as tree trunks and almost as high. Sturdy metal poles ran down the center of the bags and into grooves in the floor. Applejack grasped the handle of the first bag in her teeth, straining as she pulled the heavy bag out into the room. Her body shifted and bent as she worked the bag out to the end of the groove, and as she shifted positions the stallion saw her sex flash a moment behind her swinging tail, lingering just long enough to see slick and wet sparkle off the dark flesh. The bag finally found the end of its groove with a dull click, and Applejack returned to the wall, starting in on the second.

When all the bags were in place, they surrounded Applejack, staggered and spread like a small grove of trees without their tops. The earth pony walked to the nearest, turned. And bucked. Head down, front legs bracing, back legs coming up fast, hard, hitting the bag so hard it tipped slightly despite the pole inside. The stallion flinched a little at the deep smack of hoof on vinyl echoing through the room. The little mare had a lot of power stored up in her. The hooves struck out again, over and over, hard, heavy hits. And then she let them drop, left the first “tree” still shaking and moved to the second with one smooth, swinging pivot. SMACK again. Powerful flanks giving their target everything they had, again and again, her whole body coiling and releasing in perfect form. Swing, pivot. SMACK!

As he watched the mare buck, the stallion reached between his legs. The cock that met his hoof was already nearly full, and it soon gained the rest of its enthusiasm as he casually stroked, eyes following the mare's every twist.

Gradually, he saw her start to slow. Her breath was coming harder now, sweat glistening off her coat. As he watched, her kicks started to soften. The graceful pivots from one target to another hesitated, stumbled. Soon she was panting, sweat dripping from her as she twisted, coiled, lashed out, every kick seeming more and more confused, uneven. Off balance. Father and farther off the mark, until one kick missed entirely. Her legs rushed past the bag, swishing through empty air, and the unstopped momentum carried the rest of her body out, out and up and then down again, to land with a hard thud in the dirt.

As she began to pick herself up, the stallion gave a whistle. She tried to rise, collapsed. Tried again, struggling to her feet and slowly stumbled back to the stallion, tumbling down to sit at his feet. She looked up, and he saw her expression had changed dramatically. The panting mare had a limp, dazed smile now, her eyes dull and distant. The resentful, resistive pony was gone completely: this was a mare ready and eager for whatever might be asked of her.

The stallion spread his legs, giving Applejack a good view of the cock that had enjoyed her performance so much, heavy and full. He rested a hoof on the wide balls beneath, pointing.

"Lick."

Applejack collapsed into his lap with a sloppy smile, moaning as she clumsily ground her nose against the warm orbs. Her tongue flicked out, lapping eagerly at the air, then slowly adjusting down until it found his warm, leathery flesh. As she licked the stallion shifted slightly, and his heaving length drooped, flopping down to rest against her forehead. She grinned as the warm flesh pressed against her, happily nuzzling into it as she kept licking. The stallion smiled, relaxing in his seat and enjoying every careful twist of the apple mare's eager tongue.

After a while, he grasped Applejack's hair, pulling her up away from his balls, eye to eye with him. The earth pony gazed back, mouth drooping in a limp smile, eyes dull. His hoof played with her mouth, gently pulling her tongue out, placing another cube on it, and pressing it back in her mouth, closing her lips around it. She giggled, swallowing. He fed her another. And another. She was swaying a little now. He pulled her mouth open again. The earth pony's laugh turned to a small, confused grunt as she felt much more than expected shoved into her mouth. It took just a moment for the mare to realize that half the stallion's sugary treats were now in her mouth.

Her eyes went wide, panicking, struggling desperately to break away, to get the cubes out. But her strength and coordination were long gone, and all strong, able farm mare could do now was flop pathetically in the stallion's hooves. But all the strength in the world wouldn't have mattered anyway. It was too late now. It had been too late in the few moments it had taken her to realize what he had stuffed in her mouth. She shook her head, refused to swallow, but it didn't matter. The sugar had melted, and its payload was already seeping into her.

Her head was still struggling in his grasp when it hit. She froze, eyes so wide. Her pupils shuddered, drowning in a sea of white, then rolling up into her skull. She moaned against his hoof, low and delirious, and as he let go her mouth splaying open into to a wide, broken grin, tongue flopping out as everything in the mare's mind collapsed in a flood of hot, happy mush. She hung in space a moment, shuddering. And then she was limp, slipping from the stallion's hooves to sprawl on the floor.

She hit the ground heavy and lay where she fell, twitching weakly against the dirt. Occasionally a moan shuddered out of her. The moans grew louder and her hooves stirred, clawing aimlessly at the ground, at the air, trying to find some solid point of reference, drooling as the pleasure burned through her brain. Slowly, the moans grew quieter, the clawing slower, until she went still, only occasionally twitching.

The stallion rested a hoof against her flank, giving a gentle shove. The mare gave a long, needy moan, hooves giving a few pathetic kicks. Smiling, the stallion rose. Bending down, he grasped the limp pony by her forelegs and dragged her up, over the bale then gave a hard toss forward. Applejack slumped into place, laid out over the bale on her belly, legs drooping from one end, her head from the other.

Walking to the tail end of the apple pony, the stallion reached out, running a hoof over her flank. She gave another quiet, aching moan. He pulled back the hoof, bringing it down with a hard slap this time. Applejack's head came up, squealing in agonized need. She twisted uselessly on the bale, wide tail swinging against her client. His hoof found her flank again, gently running down the sore muscle, down and back, grasping, pulling. Spreading her. Her sex glistened, dripping as it parted, and he could see the mare's thighs were soaked. Holding her spread, he reached in with his other hoof, gently running up and down the mare's dark pussy. Applejack shuddered in response, letting a babbling, exhausted moan tumble from her mouth.

His hooves left her flank, working their way up the bale. He leaned over her, braced comfortably in the hay, and pressed his hips forward, grinding his wide tip against her slick, hot lips. Applejack ground back, head twisting, groaning with delirious gratitude, rolling her rear against him. Begging.

With a tilt of the hips and a push, the stallion finally gave the mare her wish. His cock sunk into her without the slightest resistance, her slick, well-used sex taking every inch in one smooth, firm thrust. Applejack gasped under him, choking, struggling for air. as the rush of sensation burned through her drug-soaked mind. Before she could recover he was taking her, hard and steady, his wide tip spreading her eagerly, grinding her into the hay. She squealed, flailing limply under him as she finally found her breath, front hooves digging into the bale with a death grip. Her voice slowly sank into regular, animalistic grunts, coming in time with his thrusts as she rode the wave of pleasure, tongue swinging from her mouth as she took what he gave her, twisting and grinding She urged him on, bucking her ass up into him with rabidly focused force. Enough to be dangerous, if the drug hadn't weakened her. Bucking, grinding, panting, sweating, yelping. Harder, harder, harder!

Until finally the stallion groaned above her, pulsed inside her, gasping in satisfaction. His warm spunk rushed into her, filled her. Applejack tensed, every muscle straining as she gave a low, gurgling groan, mind and body on the verge of collapse as she hit the climax of a climax. Another groan, another squeeze of flank and pussy. And another, each a little weaker. And another. And then, shuddering, the mare went limp against the hay,, her groan melting to a soft, whimpering babble as the last coherent parts of her mind crumbled, dissolving like sugar on a hot tongue.

The stallion pulled out of the twitching mare with a contented sigh. She gave no response as he grasped her tail, tugging it forward to wipe his softening cock. He gave her one last slap, tossing his bits next to her on the hay. She kept up her soft stream of babble, barely audible now, as the spunk ran from her sex, dripping to pool in the dirt.

The stallion turned, heading for the door. As he neared it, he reached into his sugar cube bag, pulling out a handful of the treats and shoving them in his mouth, casually chewing. He smiled as he stepped out into the corridor. Money well spent.

Silver Lining sighed, crumpling up another paper in his magic and tossing it aside. The unicorn pulled another book from the large stacks that surrounded him, flipping quickly to a bookmarked page, then back a bit, forward. His eyes flickered back and forth between the book and the spell carefully spread out on the large paper under his hooves. It was almost complete now, but it still refused to work. Something kept failing at the last moment. He could feel he was close now, but the words on the page were starting to blur together, and he kept catching himself re-reading the same sentence. With a frustrated grunt the young silver unicorn rose from the table, heading out the door. He needed a distraction. Maybe a snack would help him think.

The bell over the door rang cheerfully as Silver stepped inside Sugar Cube Corner. But as he took a step forward the cheerful jingle was quickly drowned out by another sound: the wet, eager thudding of enthusiastic sex. A few feet from the door a bright pink pony was on her back across a table, back hooves high in the air, spread wide for the stallion between them. The mare's head hung over the opposite end of the table, facing Silver, and as she saw him enter she gave a bright, friendly upside down smile.

"Hey there! Welcome to Sugar Cube Corner! I'm Pinkie Pie, Sugarcube's complementary cocktoy! As a valued customer, I'm yours to enjoy however ya like (With any purchase of five bits or greater)."

Silver blinked, suddenly off balance both by how attractive the mare looked and how utterly unphased she seemed to be from the fucking she was getting. "I uh, I haven't ordered yet-"

Pinkie giggled "Of course not silly, you can't order before you come in and you can't come in before you order. Just come back around again once you're ready." She gave him a playful wink.

Giving the enthusiastic pony a hesitant nod, he headed for the counter, ordering a few cupcakes. These in hoof, he found an empty table, sitting and starting to nibble through his purchase. As he ate he brought the spell back up in his mind, shuffling the parts, trying to see what was missing.

A loud slurp from across the room broke his concentration. The pink pony had finished with the customer on the table, and was sitting on the ground between two others now, large earth ponies with cocks to match. There was barely space for her head between the two long shafts as it bounced between them, licking and slurping along their length, hooves eagerly stroking at both. And all the while, cheerfully yammering.

"-ponies and that's why you're great! Really gives a hoof full! Or a mouthful! Or a hairful! That can be hard sometimes though wh-mmmgh yuugh iich haaa mmmhgg nggh hllk mmmyuh- and that's no good unless you-sshllk mmghngh muugh-" Even a mouth full of cock, the pink pony's commentary didn't stop for a moment. It was clear from their expressions that the stallions were starting lose patience. Finally one grabbed a spoon from the table and, as Pinkie came up for air again, gave her nose a soft tap with it.

"But I said-" And then the mare was silent, mouth still moving, but with no voice to back it up. In a moment she noticed the sudden muteness and looked up to the stallion with a pouting expression. He only gestured back to his cock with the spoon, and the pink mare resumed her task with a hint of resentment which was quick to slip away.

Before long the stallions finished. The first came in her mouth, the second across her face and hair in thick, heavy strands. As they pulled back, she held her mouth open for them, smiling as she rolled the spunk on her tongue, savoring. Swirling around and around and around until she finally swallowed, smiling lips opening again to show an empty mouth. Silver blinked, suddenly realizing his erection was pressing against the underside of the table.

He shuffled awkwardly in his seat, trying to get more comfortable. When he looked back Pinkie had climbed onto another customer, her wide, soft ass pressed eagerly against his lap. She still hadn't gotten her voice back, but her body was clear enough. She ground her rear into the smiling stallion she was riding in a rolling motion, slow and teasing, looking back at him over her shoulder with with a wink and a gaze that said "Fuck me until your dick melts big boy." More or less.

Under her care, it didn't take long for the stallion beneath her to melt into a moaning, panting mess, gasping with need as he thrust against her. She teased, pulling him along quickly, then slowing a moment, then quick again. Until finally, with a deep groan, he was finished too. As Pinkie rose, spunk dripping from between her legs, the stallion she left looked half-dead, hanging limp in the chair. But dazed smile spread wide on his face made it clear he was very, very satisfied with the service he had received. Silver watched in rapt interest, idly stroking himself beneath the table as Pinkie moved to the next customer calling for her.

This one tossed her on a table again, belly down this time. Pinkie laughed playfully, giving a very pleased moan as he grabbed her legs and pressed into her. The customer must have been having a rough day, because once he was in there was no warmup. The pink party pony got it hard and fast, the table shaking under them as he slammed into her. But Sugar Cube's cumdump couldn't have been happier.. She groaned in satisfaction as he took her, tongue hanging from a wide grin, urging him on.

Another customer approached from the opposite end of the table, and she smiled "Oh hey! Welcome to Sugar C-Glllgkk!" Uninterested her her greeting, the second stallion unceremoniously sunk himself into her mouth and started to thrust, hard and fast. Pinkie gagged at the sudden force-fed stallion meat, but she adapted with surprising speed, and in moments she was taking it like a pro, eyes only watering slightly as the wide flare ground against her throat.

The stallions grew even rougher, each feeding off the other's eagerness. Pinkie squirmed and twisted between them, choking and moaning helplessly. Just as the table looked like it might collapse from the hard fucking on top of it, the stallions reached their peak, giving an angry, growling groan as they filled the mare beneath them. Pinkie gave a low, wavering sound of grateful satisfaction, taking everything they could give. When they were finally drained, the two stallions left, stumbling away contentedly. Pinkie lay where they left her, spunk dripping from mouth and sex, hanging limply from the table. Silver suddenly realized he had left his table, and was walking toward her now. As he approached he could hear her voice, faintly.

"Mmmhphhmmm! Ah yesh, cocks are the best!" she murmured hoarsely, shifting slightly on the table. Her eyes flickered up to him, voice weak but still cheerful. "H-hey, back again? Ready to-" Her eyes widened at the long erection hanging heavy between his legs. "Oooh boy-"" He walked behind her, pulling her tail aside. Her sex was splattered with juices, both the customers and her own, running thick down her thighs. But her ass looked untouched.

"Like what ya see? I'm all warmed up, just stick it in whenever-" He pressed his pre-slick tip to her, higher than she had expected, leaning over her. Her eyes went wide again, mouth spreading in a teeth-gritted smile that was half fear and half eager, filthy anticipation.

"Ooooh boy-"

Pinkie parted easily around him as the unicorn pressed into her. It was obvious even this hole was well-used, but it was still tight enough to grasp him snugly, and even offer a little resistance. It took a few steady grinding motions before he finally managed to sink all the way in, feeling her soft flank against him, the heat of her dripping sex against his balls.

"Oooooh yeah!" the pink mare groaned out appreciatively as he sank into her again, every inch of his heavy length spreading her, filling her. Her front hooves grasped at the table, ass weakly pressing back against him. "That's it, fuckin' gimme that cock!"

Silver obliged, first slowly then quickly building to a hard fuck, thrusting eagerly against the well-fucked store cumdump,. His hooves grasped her flanks tight, holding her in place as he hammered her against the table. He could see the spell in his mind again, and he grunted in irritation, leaning forward over her, bracing himself so he could thrust harder. The pent-up frustration of weeks of research flooded over him, and the more it did the harder he fucked, taking it all out on the pink mare beneath him.

"Yeeah, right THEEEre, right there rIIIght there!" Pinkie moaned under him, voice wavering as the thrusts hit, but the unicorn was in his own world now. Stupid spell, even here it wouldn't leave him alone. Why did it keep failing, why wouldn't it work? Combination after combination, everything checked again and again, it was perfect.

The table started to shake, as did Pinkie as Silver pounded her, anger and lust violently rising together. Why wouldn't it work, why? WHY?

WHY-

WOULDN'T-

IT-

COME!

The unicorn's head thrust back back as he felt himself suddenly tumble over the edge. With an angry snarl he let it all go inside the warm, soft fuckhole beneath him, and as the frustration and lust drained away his scowl gradually relaxed into a smile. Letting everything go felt so good. It felt so good to finally have some release Finally sweet Celestia some release.

He blinked. That was it.

There was no release couplet on the third index of the spell! That was why it kept failing! That was it!

Pinkie gave a happy, exhausted sigh as the unicorn pulled out of her. "Mmmhm, tha waz reehly good. Yunno we cater? Yhou ever needa party I'm fuckin' there. Just-" But before she could finish, Silver was out of her, rushing around the table.

"Hey are you listening? Mr. customer? Sir?" But the unicorn was already out the door, the bell jangling softly behind him. Clearly in a hurry to get somewhere. "Aww." She went limp against the table in disappointment. A frown lingered on her face a second before melting to a contented smile as she shuddered in satisfaction. "Man, I hope that one comes back."

The cheers of the crowd echoed in the wide, dingy alley. Ponies were packed in tight around two pegasi, one a bright, leafy green, the other a pale cyan, both surrounded by stallions either eagerly fucking the two mares or waiting for an opening.

Rainbow Dash grunted, straining to keep her footing in the mud as the stallion behind her gave a hard thrust. Pulling back a little from the shaft in her mouth, she stole a glance at the pegasus being fucked beside her. She was taking three cocks to Rainbow's two, on her back in the mud, one between her legs and one in each hoof. As Dash watched, she gave a twist to both of the cocks in her hooves, and the two stallions groaned in satisfaction, ropes of spunk splattering across the mare's face.

Rainbow mouthed a muffled obscenity against the cock in her mouth, watching angrily as a stallion on the sidelines leaned toward a scoreboard chalked against the alley wall: "Rainbow Dash" and "Summer Gale," and adding two marks to the Summer column, bringing her lead to ten now. Summer caught Dashes eye, grinning smugly as two more stallions stepped in around her.

"Hhucking Bhichh" Rainbow muttered, bobbing faster along the hot flesh against her tongue. She could still hear the stupid mare's taunts in her mind. “You really think you're fast Dash? Then let's race. 'Cause I guarantee you'll be the one licking my hooves when it's over.”

Dash scowled. She had fought long and hard to be top pegasus, no one was going to take it from her. Especially this self-assured cunt. She was the fastest in Ponyville, and if Summer couldn't keep her mouth shut, she was going to learn it the hard way. Rainbow's eyes drifted past the crowd gathered around them to a large hourglass near the scoreboard, almost run down now. She grinned. Time to pick up the pace.

The sand left in the hourglass was barely visible now. Rainbow was moving frantically, but for all her effort her stallions weren't showing signs of going over the edge. Summer's lead had shrunk to four, but any second now the match would be over. If Rainbow didn't do something soon, her title was history. Summer looked over at the cyan pegasus, smiling smugly.

Rainbow smiled back. Summer blinked in confusion.

Rainbow gave a hard roll of her hips back into the stallion behind and below her. At the same time her hooves twisted just right along the cocks they were grasping. All four stallions gasped in unison, shuddering as they came, giving Rainbow all they had.

And then her tail snaked around the cock in Summer's hoof, pulling it toward her with a firm tug. And pulling the stallion attached to it over the edge.

Summer's eyes went wide. As the last grain fell through the hourglass, five chalk marks went up on the board.

"Rainbow Dash Wins!"

The stallions around Summer pulled back, dropping her unceremoniously into the mud with a wet thud. Grumbling, they stepped closer, leaning over the defeated pegasus, stroking themselves to a quick finish. Summer lay where she fell, eyes and mouth frozen in wide disbelief as the stallion's cum splattered across her flank, down her hair and cheek.

Dash rose from her position, giving her stallions a wink and walking confidently to her opponent, resting a hoof firmly on her head. Summer looked up at her, fear and confusion flashing in her eyes. “n-No, how could, you were, you were-” Rainbow pressed her hoof down, grinding Summer's head into the mud. “You lose bitch.”

“N-no, you cheated, you-” Dash twisted her hoof, forcing the fallen pegasus's mouth into the mud. “Don't be a sore loser Summer Slut.” She removed the hoof, taking a step back. “You know what you need to do.”

Shakily, Summer pulled herself from the mud and stumbled toward Dash, slow, limping, head down. She collapsed in front of Dash, shaking.

"p-please-"

"Where does that mouth belong cunt?"

Summer whimpered, pressing her nose and mouth against Dash's hoof and trying again. "Plea-GUUH!" Rainbow interrupted the request with a kick.

"I'm not interested. There's only one thing you should be saying right now. Keep that second-rate cock polisher shut until you're ready to say it."

Summer gave another whimper, eyes pressing shut. After a brief pause, she spoke again, through gritted teeth.

"i-I am sorry for challenging you. Fast leads and slow follows. I will follow and obey. Please enjoy me as you like."

Dash ground a hoof against Summer's head. "There ya go. Was afraid your tiny brain might forget the words for a moment there." She gave Summer another light kick. “But that didn't sound very convincing to me. You really need to work on that attitude.” She grabbed a hoof full of Summer's hair, dragging her up off the ground and looking over the filthy pegasus with mock pity. "Such a dirty mare. Let me help you with that."

With hard yank Dash dragged the struggling pegasus a few yards down the alley, stopping at a large, open rain barrel. "Here ya go slut." She announced, unceremoniously dunking Summer into the icy cold water. She came up gasping and sputtering, and for a moment Dash pretended to give a concerned look.

"Nope, still dirty." She declared and dunked again. The third time didn't go any better. By the fourth, Summer was swaying, eyes not able to focus on anything before she hit the water again. By the fifth the spunk and mud were long gone, but Dash still wasn't satisfied. "Man, you really take some work to clean up.” Her eyes sparkled cruelly. “Maybe you need some scrubbing."

Summer had just enough time for a look of dread before she was under again. This time Rainbow held her there, hoof holding tight to her mane and shaking her hard under the water, knocking her head back and forth against the sides of the barrel. Summer struggled, desperate for breath, but Dash held her in place, shaking her head. "No way cum rag, stay down. You're not done yet.”

Gradually, Summer's kicking and straining grew weaker, limper. Just before it stopped entirely, Dash pulled her plaything out of the water. Summer gasped in air-starved agony as she came up, hacking and coughing, grasping at the barrel. "That's better" Rainbow said, looking her over. Summer relaxed slightly. "Not good enough though."

She motioned to two stallions, who stepped out of the crowd. As they gripped Summer she tried to pull away, but she didn't have the strength anymore. They lifted her up over the barrel and dumped her in, head over tail. As soon as she was under, one put the lid back on, sitting down on top of it. Dash leaned up against the barrel, pressing her ear to the wood and grinning as she heard Summer's frantic thumps from inside.

"Careful Summer, don't burn through your oxygen too fast. Gotta pace yourself."

She sighed happily, hoof stroking between her legs as the thumping inside the barrel slowly wavered, grew weaker, softer. Until it faded into silence.

She closed her eyes, counted to ten. Then stood. Motioning the stallion to get off the top of the barrel, she leaned back, then swung forward, giving the barrel a hard kick along the top. It wobbled a moment, then toppled over, the water and Summer pouring out onto the muddy alley.

Summer lay still a moment, then gagged. Then she started to shake, weakly at first, then violently, shivering, chest heaving from the cold water and desperate, desperate need for air. She hacked, coughing up water. Dash casually walked up to the almost-dead mare, watching her a moment. Then, without a word, she walked back to the alley wall, leaning casually against it. And gave a loud whistle.

Summer stirred in the mud, trying to to stand, falling, trying again. Finally she was on her feet, still coughing. Silently, she stumbled over to Dash, eyes on the ground. Dash smirked. “Ready to give this another try bitch? Is there something you'd like to say to my hoof?” Without response, Summer shakily lowered herself to the ground, tears running down her cheeks as she pressed her mouth to Dash's hoof.

"I a-ah-am shorry for chhuallenging you. Fasht leads and shlow follows. Ah-a-I will follow and obey. Please eeehenjoy me ash you like."

The words were flat and earnest. There was no resistance left in the green mare's voice, only exhausted surrender.

Dash smiled. “Well said Summer. Looks like you can learn after all. Well then, I think I'll get started on that 'enjoying'.” Rainbow leaned back against the alley wall again, spreading her legs. The seed of dozens of stallions dripped from her sex, ran down the warm flesh, splattered across her thighs. "My teammates left quite a mess. Clean it up."

Tears welled in Summer's eyes. But she made no sound as she leaned forward, head limp in surrender as she pressed between Dash's thighs. Her tongue reached out, obediently licking at the slick flesh, slowly lapping away the thick white filth.

Rainbow sighed happily above her, stroking Summer's head. "That's a good bitch. Right there." She gave Summer's hair a slight tug. "Deeper loser, get your tongue in there!" The broken pegasus obeyed meekly obeyed, pressing deeper into her new owner, mind and body following where they were led, limp and obedient.

When every drop of stallion spunk was licked clean, Summer worked her tongue and lips faster, rougher. Slowly Dash grew hotter against her mouth, slicker, gasping between her insults and commands, panting. Until finally she tipped over the edge, coming hard against Summer's tongue, grinding into her as the waves of orgasm rippled through her.

Dash smiled down at the green pegasus, stroking her head. "Well, at least you're good at one thing.” She stepped forward, catching her breath. “Just one thing left then. I've got something for ya Summer." She motioned to one of the stallions, who handed her a heavy leather dog collar. At the clip, a metal pendant hung, cut in the shape of Dash's cutie mark. She leaned down, roughly circling it around Summer's neck, pulling it tight and buckling it in front to let the pendant hang against her chest. "Just so there's no confusion about what you are from now on." She whispered into her ear. Summer idly reached a hoof to the pendant, stroking it with a dazed expression.

"Now then doggy-" Dash leaned close, whispering something in Summer's ear. "Got it?" The broken pegasus nodded obediently. "Good." Dash clipped a short leash to the collar, then walked Summer back to the crowd. "Well everyone, my new bitch has finally learning her place, and she has something to say to you all." She gave the leash a tug.

Summer sank to a sitting pose, hooves raised like a begging dog,. Her voice was calm and even. "Thank you all for coming to see the race. I'm sorry I was so slow and boring. I know some of you lost money on me. So please, let me make it up to you.” She sat, spreading her legs for the crowd.

One of the stallions looked to Dash with a hungry smile, raising an eyebrow. "You sure?" She grinned, tossing him the leash. "Knock yourselves out." The crowd rushed Summer in an instant, pouring over her like a pack of starved dogs over a scrap of meat. For a brief moment her body bounced a little in the crowd, then disappeared, slipping beneath the mass of hungry, pent up stallions.

When Rainbow returned the crowd was gone. Summer lay sprawled limply in the middle of the alley. The stench of sex rising from her carried all the way to the street. Cum ran from every inch of the mare, pooling beneath her mouth and thighs. Her mane and tail were ragged, torn. Dash could see a few bruises here and there, though most looked accidental. Summer's eyes stared up at the sky, unfocused and blank. Dash rested a hoof on her chest. Waiting. After a long moment, she felt Summer breathe.

She turned to the two pegasi following behind her, two mares wearing their own dog collar with her mark. She motioned to Summer, and they nodded respectfully. Each grabbed one of the limp mare's back legs, then turned to follow Dash, slowly dragging the defeated mare through the mud, out of the alley to her new life of service.

Fluttershy hummed happily as she stepped into the main room of her small cottage, an ornate wooden tray balanced on her back. She bent down next to a pair of mice, pulling out a tiny plate topped with a large slice of cheese from the tray and setting it in front of them. "There you go. You're looking much better than yesterday. Ready to get back to the woods?" The mice nodded. "After you finish the cheese then."

She moved on to a squirrel with a bandaged arm, setting a bowl of nuts out for him. He reached for one, wincing a little against the sling. "Oh, that still looks pretty bad." The squirrel gave her a sad look, but she smiled back. "Don't worry, take as long as you need." He perked up at this, nibbling eagerly at the nut he had retrieved.

After the squirrel there was an owl, then a beaver followed by two bluejays. Finally Fluttershy reached the back of the room. Inside a large cage set against the wall lay a swan, beautiful but very, very ill. The feathers along its neck and wings were a ruffled, scattered mess. Here and there patches were missing. It lay limp, struggling to breathe against the hay that lined the cage, and when it heard her and looked up, its eyes were tired and red.

"Oh my, you look even worse." She set down some food for it, reaching in to stroke its head. The swan attempted a smile, but ended up breaking into a cough, collapsing back to the cage floor. "Poor thing. This isn't enough, you really are going to need some more serious treatment. Serious and expensive." Her eyes drifted a moment as she thought. When she looked back at the swan she saw him watching her. She smiled. "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything. You get some rest." The swan nodded, promptly flopping back to the hay to sleep.

From a hook near the door, Fluttershy pulled down something that looked like a pair of saddlebags. Here though, the leather bags were two small wooden boxes, flat and wide, with hinged lids on the top that slanted down away from her as she fastened them in place, hanging comfortably from her back by wide leather straps. There was a small slit in each
lid, and lettering on the front of the boxes:

DONATIONS:
HELP A SICK ANIMAL TODAY!

With a finally stretch to make sure the straps were comfortable, Fluttershy stepped out the door, humming again.

The Ponyville farmer's market was a bustle of activity. Produce, breads, spices and more, all laid out in neat carts. Ponies slowly shuffled between the stalls, checking food in careful hooves while they chatted with the farmers.

"Hey there Fluttershy!" The yellow pegasus looked up to see a friendly earth pony stallion waving to her from behind a carrot stand. She smiled, trotting in his direction. "Hello Bolero. Good carrots today?" The earth pony smiled back warmly. He was shorter than Big Mac, but the hours spent in the field definitely showed themselves in his thick, sturdy build. "Pretty good I'd say. Need ta' stock up fer that rabbit again?” Fluttershy shook her head. “No, Angel's still working through the last batch. These do look good though.” The stallion reached down, spreading a few for better viewing. “Hey, never hurts ta' have a few extra-” His eyes flickered up, noticing the 'saddlebags' on Fluttershy's back. "Collecting for yer animals again?"

Fluttershy nodded. "Yes, I found a swan a few days ago that needs some serious help. I've been doing what I can, but if he needs more to really beat it." The carrot farmer smiled eagerly. "Well, I suppose it's about time I pitched in on one of these.” Fluttershy blinked. “A-are you sure?” “Sure, sure, just come around back." Fluttershy blushed, nodding and following the stallion's gesture, slipping behind the stand to sit next to him, out of sight now save for her tail.

"So, how much?" Fluttershy blinked again. "O-oh, oh yes. Um, ten for hoof, twenty-five for uh...for mouth." She looked down at the ground. A look of mild disappointment passed over Bolero's face. "Ahw, really? Was hopin' the mouth wasn't so steep. “ As he spoke he stepped forward, closer. ”Well, ahhm sure yer good enough with the hoof.” He shifted his back leg, and suddenly his sheath and balls were in her face, hanging inches from her nose. “Soon as yer ready then."

Fluttershy clumsily stumbled back as the scent of raw stallion hit her. Bolero didn't seem to notice; his eyes were already back on the crowd of potential customers. Steadying herself, Fluttershy reached out, gingerly raising a hoof to his balls. As she felt the warm, leathery flesh in her grasp she relaxed a little, starting to softly stroke, gently pressing and rolling.

Bolero gave an appreciative sigh, smiling as his eyes stayed on the crowd. Fluttershy kept at his balls a moment, then started to stroke his sheath. Long, firm strokes worked over him, base to edge like a dirty massage. Before long, she could feel him harden under her touch, and soon he was poking from the sheath, his wide, flat tip reaching further and further into the warm afternoon air under the careful, tender attention of her hooves. As the warm flesh filled out in front of her, hanging heavy so close to her mouth, Fluttershy licked her lips. If only Bolero had had another 15 bits.

But she fought back the urge, starting to stroke the eager length, one hoof tenderly running along the underside of the stallion's cock while the other teased at the base of his flare. If he wanted hoof, he was going to get it in spades. "Ahh yeah..." Bolero murmured blissfully above her, eyes pressed shut in pleasure.

"Hey there Bolero, what's up?" Fluttershy froze as another voice greeted the farmer from across the stall suddenly. "Nothin' much, just pro-vidin' these high-quality carrots for folks like yerself.” He gave Fluttershy a nudge with his back hoof. Keep going. With a blush, she started stroking again. ”What're ya interested in today?"

Bolero and his new customer talked for a bit; about carrots, about the weather, about the coming fair next month. All while Fluttershy's hooves continued their work. And then-

"Say Bolero, you seem a little distracted." The carrot farmer laughed. "You could say that." "Mmm?" The customer sounded confused. Bolero smiled, suddenly pointing a hoof down behind the stand. "See fer yerself."

The customer, who turned out to be a friendly-looking white pegasus braced himself on top of the stand, looking over it to see Fluttershy looking up at him, cock in hoof. "Oh hey Fluttershy.” He said with a friendly smile. “hey” she choked. “Collecting again?" She nodded. He slipped around behind the stall, bringing a half-erect cock to eye level at her side. "What are you charging?"

The sky was amber and orange above the farmer's market. Most of the stalls were packing up for the evening, save one carrot farmer. His stock was nearly gone, but a small crowd was gathered around his stall. In the center of the crowd sat a yellow pegasus, her face and hair dripping with the thick, white appreciation of her donors. Fluttershy's shyness had melted beneath the sticky warmth, and her head bobbed along the cock of a tidy unicorn now with eager abandon, both hooves stroking a different shaft on either side.

With a moaning shudder the unicorn in her mouth finished, and Fluttershy smiled around him, swallowing every drop he had to give. He looked happily dazed as he pulled out, more than content to drop the twenty five bits into the donation boxes resting against the stall.

Before another could take his place, someone in the crowd reached forward, rubbing and rolling a fresh carrot against her face, back and forth until it was slick, dripping. He held it in front of her.
"Got a treat for ya bunny. Come get it. I'll give ya ten bits to eat the tasty treat."

Fluttershy stared at it a moment, still pulling her mind away from the cock she had just finished. Then, with a happy, cum-drunk laugh she nodded, leaning forward to slowly, teasingly nibble her way down the orange length. As she reached the end she tugged it from the stallion's grasp with a playful lick, every filthy inch disappearing down her throat. 10 more bits clinked into the box.

Licking her lips, she looked up to the crowd, grinning.

"Come on, dun be shy. Bunny wants sommore treats!"

The stars were out as Fluttershy finally stumbled away from the farmer's market, boxes so heavy with bits she could barely carry them. The dazed high of the donation drive was starting to wear off, but there was still a wonderful warm glow humming through her, and she beamed as she slowly walked back home. Bolero had even been kind enough to clean her off before she
left. What a wonderful afternoon.

As she rounded a corner, a unicorn stepped out from behind one of the buildings, blocking her way. In the moonlight, she could see a scar running down his right eye. "C-can I help you sir?"

"That's a lot of bits you've got there girl." She spun around, only to find another blocking the way back. "Yeah, a lot of bits." She shuffled nervously between them, looking back to the first. "Can hear them clickety click a mile away, those bits."

"I-i'm sorry, I'm not taking any more donations for today-" she stuttered, trying to find a way out. The one in front of her, a unicorn, held out a switchblade, flicking it open just a few inches from her face. "Oh but we are pretty pegasus. We are. Take em off. NOW!"

Shivering, she complied, letting the boxes slide to the ground. The unicorn grinned in the darkness. "Good. Now be a good filly and let us take the rest of what you've got." His partner stepped up closer behind her, giving her flank a good smack.

"I-i, I don't, I mean, please, just, I" The unicorn stepped closer, eyes level with hers, pressing the knife against her throat. "Shut up and do as you're told. Tail up, legs spread. Or I swear I'll-OOF!" The unicorn was cut off as a hoof connected hard with his head, sending him into the side of the building, knife spinning away into the darkness.

His partner took a step back, eyes searching the empty alley. "What the- who's there? Don't get any bright-GAAH!" He gave a strange little jump as a hoof caught under his chest, lifting him off his feet for a moment. "Wha-?" He had just enough time to recover before another found his head from above and he crumpled to the floor.

Still shaking, Fluttershy spun back and forth, eyes scanning the alley.

"Miss?"

She spun back, eyes widening as she saw-

“Bolero?”

The earth pony gave a sheepish laugh, reaching out a hoof. “Ya alright miss?” She nodded, taking it. "Y-yes. Thank you."

"Don't mention it." He circled behind her, grabbing the heavy donation boxes and shifting them back onto her. "Hate to see these go to waste after all yer hard work today. You uh, might want to take a different route back next time." She nodded, watching him closely as he talked. "Oh, here-" He tossed a two coins into her box, a five piece and a ten. "Fer all the business you brought in today.”

She stepped closer, smiling. He blinked, then shook his head. "Oh, don't worry about that, no service needed. Just thought-" She stepped closer, backing him against the wall. "I, uh-" Brought her face to his, smiling. "I insist." She whispered, pressing into a deep kiss.

The stallion's eyes went wide, then slowly drifted close, smiling as he returned the kiss. He spun her round, pressing her against the wall now, kissing deeper. She smiled and spun them again, only to discover they had run out of wall. The two they toppled over into the warm darkness of the alley, laughing happily.

The moon shone bright over Fluttershy's cottage. Two dark figures approached the door. One reached out, slipping a key into the lock, and both stepped inside. Moonlight streamed from the window, sparkling over Bolero's face as he passed. His hoof caught something in the dark and he swore, barely stopping himself from sprawling across the cottage floor. Looking back, he plucked a stuffed mouse from its place under his hoof, scowling as he placed it back where it had fallen from, next to another.

A laugh came from the darkness behind him. “Need a light spell Bolero?” The earth pony scowled, continuing forward. “Yeh yeh, laugh it up Cy.” The figure behind him followed, still laughing as he stepped into the moonlight: a unicorn with a nasty scar down his right eye.

Their shadows slipped silently over the other inhabitants of the cottage as they walked further in: a squirrel toy with a bandaged arm, an owl, some bluejays, all carefully propped in place here and there on their perches. The unicorn paused in front of a large cage where a swan toy lay stiffly on one side, its black button eyes staring dumbly back at him. He gave a nod and a smirk, patting the swan. "Get well soon pal." An angry whisper hissed from the next room. “Git over here Cy, I need the bags.” The unicorn rolled his eyes. “I'm coming.”

Bolero was standing over Fluttershy, fast asleep in her bed. To her side, the donation boxes rested on a flowery nightstand. With a practiced motion, Cy slipped two large saddlebags from his back, holding them out as Bolero poured the contents of the donation boxes into them. But no bits sparkled in the moonlight. Only crudely carved wooden circles clattered from box to bag, each with “1 Bit” hastily painted on the side.

“That's the last of it.” The unicorn set the bags down, fastening them closed, then raising a hoof to a bruise along the side of his head. “You know you don't have to actually hit me right? It's an act.”

“Sorry.” Bolero replied in the most unapologetic tone possible. Cy shuffled the bags, adjusting the weight. “Anyway, I want to be the hero next time.”

Bolero gave a snorting laugh, eying his scar. “With that thing? Yeh right.”

Cy gave a huff. “I'm a tragic hero!”

“Yer a tragic moron.”

Ignoring the earth pony, Cy circled to the foot of the bed, looking down at Fluttershy. Leaning forward, he reached a hoof out, pulling her back hoof to one side until the sleeping mare was spread, on full display for the two stallions.

“What're you doin' now?” Cy ignored the earth pony, crawling onto the bed. “Since I'm the only stallion in Ponyville who didn't get to fuck yellow slut today, I'm going to have a little midnight snack before we head back.”

Bolero snorted dismissively, heading for the door. “Fine. Yer carrying the bags back. Don't forgit 'em again.” Cy waved him away with a hoof. “Yeah yeah-” And turned back to the pegasus under him, still fast asleep as he slipped a hoof between her legs, gently stroking.

“Don't worry Fluttershy. I'll take care of everything.”

Golden Clover moaned, shuffling a little before he started gently thrusting again. The white unicorn under him gave a breathy sigh, pressing her soft rear back, into his thrusts as her front hooves braced against the mannequin in front of them. Slowly he grew more eager, still gentle but faster, and she urged him on, her curling tail teasing at his balls. At last he finished with a long, satisfied groan, and quickly pulled out, stepping back from her.

Rarity looked back at the stallion teasingly, swishing her tail. “Leaving so soon darling?” He gave a laugh. “Sorry, got places to be. Enjoyed it though.” he tossed her a small bag of bits. “There's the usual.” She smiled, retrieving the bag with her magic. “Thank you darling. It's always a pleasure to find such passionate customers.” “Back atcha-” The stallion was at the door of the boutique now, reaching for the handle. But the door opened on its own.

Three ponies stared at Golden. On either side of the door, two mountainous earth ponies stood, taller that the door frame itself. Between then was a fiery, copper red mare with a short cut mane and what looked like a shorter temper.

“Leave.” She instructed. Golden quickly complied, hurrying through the gap the two stallions opened for him. The coppery mare turned her eyes to the unicorn.

Rarity bolted for the back of the shop, frantically trying to pry open the door, but it was stuck somehow, jammed. She felt a hoof on her shoulder and turned just as the stallions grabbed her, dragging her back to the fiery mare as she struggled uselessly in their grip.

“Going somewhere Rarity?”

The unicorn glared. “Sorry Scarlet, I was having a hard time handling your smell.”

The mare smiled, then gave Rarity a hard punch to the face, jerking her back in the stallion's grip. “I've been more than fair.” She stated calmly. “I made myself very clear. The Candied Apple will not tolerate competition and free-lancers. You were warned. You were offered a very nice position in our business. But you insist on operating independently. I am out of patience. If you won't be an employee, then I'll make you an example instead.”

She nodded to the stallions, who unceremoniously dumped Rarity to the ground. The scarlet mare reached into her saddle bag, tossing something toward rarity that bounced and tumbled along the floor, coming to rest in front of her face. A collar and bit.

“Put them on. We're going for a walk.” Rarity glared up at Scarlet. "And if I don't want to?"

The two pony-shaped mountains to either side of her stepped forward, and the floor creaked wearily under their weight. Scarlet smiled "You do."

The crowd parted for Scarlet as she entered the town square. A low murmur started as they saw who was following behind her on a leash. Collared and blindfolded, Rarity stumbled into the square, trying not to lose her footing on the uneven stones. She gave a yelp as a riding crop came down on her flank from one of the two massive stallions behind her, muffled by the drool-soaked bit stuffed into her mouth.

The stallion gave two more good strikes, and Scarlet glanced over her shoulder, enjoying the reaction as she kept leading her captive forward.

Soon the four ponies reached the center of the crowd. A small raised platform waited for them, and they stepped onto it, Rarity nearly falling flat on her face as she did. At the front of the platform was a simple wooden frame, one high horizontal beam supported on either end by two more, both firmly braced near the base. The stallions behind Rarity gave her a few more good hits, moving her into position, her side turned to the crowd so they could see the words painted across her in thick black letters:

DUMB CUNT

"Thank you for coming everypony!" Scarlet began, waving her hooves in a grand gesture. "I am Scarlet Satin, owner and proprietor of the Candied Apple. Today, I have a little show for you, free of charge. It's not as fancy as our usual fare, but I hope you enjoy it.” She pointed a hoof at Rarity. “This mare and I have a business disagreement. I've offered very reasonable terms, but she refuses to cooperate. So now, I'm going to negotiate-” She gave the blindfolded unicorn a kick, sending her sprawling across the stage. “Aggressively. Would you like to watch?” The crowd cheered.

Scarlet gave the two stallions a nod. They stepped forward, taking some rope from the stage, and tying one end tight to each of Rarity's back hooves, then to the base of the frame on either side, pulling both tight enough to spread her legs wide.

With a quick motion, Rarity felt a third rope cinch tight around her wrists, binding them together, then pulling them up, and her with them until she was pulled vertical between the three ropes, belly to the crowd. Scarlet circled her, checking the knots. "My, don't you look nice." She gave Rarity a firm smack against her flank, then turned back to the crowd.

"Well then, let's get started!" She grabbed Rarity's carefully styled mane suddenly, tugging it. "Look how long she's let this get. I think she needs a trim, don't you?" Rarity gave a loud MMMPh! of protest at this, struggling in the ropes. "What's that cunt? You agree? Glad to hear it!" Scarlet snatched a pair of scissors from one of the stallions, giving it a quick test in her hooves near Rarity's ear. "Snip snip slut."

Rarity twisted in the ropes, but Scarlet held her head firmly in place, and the rest of her had nowhere to go. The rusty mare worked fast, slicing hair from the unicorn in thick clumps. Before long the perfect curls were were gone, reduced to a few straggly, pathetic patches. Scarlet grabbed her head, twisting it for the crowd. “How does she look?” An eager cheer. Scarlet grinned.

"But I shouldn't be lazy. We can't trim the mane and not the tail, can we?" Rarity gave a sad moan, but in a few snips her tail was on the stage floor too, cut down to a ragged stump. Scarlet stepped back, taking a look at the freshly shorn mare. "There, much better. Don't you think?" She asked the crowd, who gave an approving cheer.

"Now, let's give these negotiations a little more bite." Rarity flinched as she felt something hard and leathery snake down her back, then gave a fearful, muffled sob into the gag as she realized what it was. Scarlet smirked, letting the long bullwhip slither slowly down the shivering unicorn. "You like my friend, cunt? He has a message for you. Would you like to hear it?"

Rarity shook her head, but Scarlet was already stepping back, readying the whip. "Listen close!" Rarity felt it before she heard it. The leather bit into her skin, deep and sharp. And then a loud, horrible CRACK filled the air.. She jolted in the ropes, gasping sharply against the bit, but managed to stop short of screaming. Scarlet raised an eyebrow. "Not bad cunt. Let's see how long you can keep that up. ONE-"

-CRACK-

"TWO!"

-CRACK-

"THREE!"

The crowd had gone silent, everyone watching as the blows came down.

-CRACK, CRACK, CRACK-

"FOUR, FIVE, SIX!"

-CRACK-

Rarity gave a gasping sob, straining against the ropes. Scarlet smirked, swinging again.

-CRACK-

An anguished moan, muffled.

-CRACK-

Louder.

-CRACK, CRACK-

The unicorn screamed into the bit, tugging helplessly out of instinct. “That's it you slut, scream for us!” Scarlet yelled, eyes glinting manically. She swung harder, faster, blows racing up and down the unicorn's back and flank. Rarity's screams started long and agonized, dripping with the sharp pain racing through her. As the blows kept coming, her squeals slowly grew weaker, softer, her body both adjusting to the pain and losing strength.

Before long a sad pattern of thin red cuts laced over the mare's clean white coat. Scarlet stopped for a moment, stepping close. Rarity gave a sobbing gasp as she ran a hoof down her battered back. "Tender? Let's care for these wounds, mmm cunt? Wouldn't want an infection."

Rarity's mind raced, trying to guess what her tormentor was talking about. Then she heard Scarlet step to the side, followed by the sloshing of a bucket. How was that going to- Oh.

Oh Celestia no.

She felt the water hit her back and knew in one horrible instant she was right.

Salt.

Rarity squealed like a butchered animal, flailing rabidly against the ropes. Her whole body heaved in a cascade of twisting spasms, trying uselessly to escape as the salt dug its claws into every cut laced across her back. Scream after scream tearing out of her throat in raw pain reflex, over and over and over until they slowly sank to moans, then sobs, long, exhausted, shaky sobs.

She heard Scarlet step up to her. "Ready for round two slut?" Rarity shook her head with a weak, despairing cry. "Good!” She drew back the whip and brought it down.

Even the crowd had lost track of how many times Scarlet had used the bucket by now. Rarity hung limply on the ropes, barely responsive as the whip bit into her. Now and then her body would shake, chest shuddering in ragged gasps, but it was reflex, independent of any external pain. Her head hung limp, long streams of tears tracing down her face from under the blindfold.

Finally, Scarlet stopped.

Tossing the whip aside, she stepped close to Rarity, reaching a hoof out to pulling off the blindfold. The eyes underneath stared off into space, vague and unfocused, eyelids drooping. "That was refreshing! Ready to apologize now cunt?” Rarity gave no response. Scarlet slapped her across the face. "Wake up spunk hole!" Slowly, Rarity lifted her head, looking up at Scarlet. "That's better. You ready to be good?" The unicorn nodded stupidly. "Good!"

Clicking open a box cutter, Scarlet hacked at the rope holding Rarity up, quickly slicing it apart. The white unicorn collapsed face-first to the stage. Scarlet stepped forward, grabbing her by what was left of her mane and pulling her up to face the crowd as she whispered in her ear. After a brief pause, Rarity spoke, slurring the words around low sobs.

"I-iiima s-sory for bbehing a s-ss-stupid c-cunt. I-ih shu-surrendder mhyself ahhnd everthin I ooohwn to the C-candied Ahpple." Scarlet grinned nodding approvingly, then turned to the crowd. “What do you think?” A loud cheer. “Good!” She turned back to Rarity, letting her fall back to the stage. "Well, I'm satisfied. But you're not quite done here yet.”

Rarity gave a sloppy look of confusion. “What about your customers cunt? All this time you've been selling them shoddy goods. I think you owe them a refund.” She dragged the confused unicorn around to face the back of the stage, where the two massive stallions had just set down a large metal cage that filled most of the floor space. There was a single door on the front, which Scarlet swung open. With a quick movement she cut Rarity's remaining ropes, then nodded to one of the guards, who grabbed the unicorn and tossed her inside. Rarity dragged herself up to stare at Scarlet.

"I even brought them here so you could work something out!" Several guards led a group of ten or twelve stallions up to the edge of the stage. Rarity blinked, recognizing the faces of several frequent clients. The guards were holding them back with long poles hooked to heavy collars, and the stallions struggled against the control, jerking and twitching frantically.

Scarlet walked up to one near the front, and Rarity recognized Golden Clover. But his eyes were fiery now, mouth twisted in an angry snarl. "We wanted to make sure you all had fun together" Scarlet explained. "So we gave your clients here a bit of the drugs we use to help encourage shyer customers sometimes. Unfortunately we may have over-done the dose. A lot." She shrugged. "Oops."

Rarity started to shuffle fearfully toward the back edge of the cage. "Don't worry though, I'm sure you'll all still have lots of fun. Isn't that right Golden?" She asked, leaning toward him. He gave a snarl, trying to lunge for her repeatedly despite the collar at his neck. "That's the spirit!" She turned to the guards, voice low. "Put them in."

The guards let the poles drop, and Rarity's eyes went wide as the stallions rushed into the cage, screaming despite her exhaustion.

“Noooo! No please! No no no no! Help, help Heeeee-ggglk!”

And the white unicorn disappeared, going silent beneath the sea of crazed stallions.

Carousel boutique was gutted.

Every window had been smashed in. The door lay several feet from the frame. The interior had been ransacked, everything valuable taken, everything not destroyed and scattered across the floor.

In front of the door, a white unicorn hung, suspended from the overhanging roof by rope tied tight around her wrists. She was motionless except for the gentle swaying of the wind, head hanging against her chest. Her body, pulled tight by gravity, was covered in cuts, bruises, bites. Yellowing spunk was splattered everywhere across her. A small sign hung from her neck.

“OUT OF BUSINESS.”

Suddenly the unicorn stirred, giving a slight shudder. A soft, almost silent whimper. A stream of thick cum ran down her thigh and hoof, dripping to the ground below. And then she was still again.

Celestia stepped off the train, taking a quick look to either side of the platform, then continuing forward. Everything seemed fine. Twilight's letters had been coming as always. All the officials that came and went from Ponyville had nothing unusual to report. Nor did the ponies she had sent discretely to check over the town. And as she stepped off the platform, walking into the town, she could see nothing that contradicted them.

But no matter what she tried, the princess couldn't shake the shadow from the corners of her mind, something wrong lurking just out of reach. So she was here again. How many times now?Too many, probably. She mentally checked the simple disguise spell hanging over her. Still in place. No reason to distract anypony.

Crossing the town square, she could Rarity talking with some fancy looking stallions over drinks. Further on, Pinkie was trying to lure customers into Sugar Cube corner with a fresh batch of cupcakes. Through a gap in the buildings, she could catch a glimpse of Sweet Apple Acres, peacefully nestled into the countryside as always. A passing earth pony greeted her, and she smiled, returning the greeting. Everypony was friendly, bustling, ordinary. Everything was fine.
So why couldn't she convince herself?

At last she reached Twilight's tree. Maybe her student could find some insight on all this. She raised a hoof to the door.

"Hello Celestia."

The voice came from behind her. The princess turned to see Twilight staring at her. She smiled, impressed but not particularly surprised that her pupil could see past the disguise. "Hello Twilight. I'm sorry to bother you, but I still feel something is very wrong here. May I come in for a moment?"

Twilight shook her head. "No." Celestia gave her a quizzical look. "And why is that my student?"

"It isn't time." Celestia felt something tighten in her chest. "What do you mean?"

"It isn't time." She repeated, stepping closer. Celestia suddenly realized there was a crowd around them, ponies from all over the town. How had she not seen them?

"What do you-" But before the princess could finished, Twilight opened her mouth and screamed. Not audibly, but magically. A shrill, piercing, horrible vibration that tore into Celestia's horn like claws. The crowd joined her, the scream building and building until it was a deafening screech, howling in the alicorn's mind. She stumbled back, trying to weave a spell, but the pain and confusion were too much, she couldn't focus. The world spun and swayed around her. She felt herself trip and fall, tumbling, tumbling, down, down, down...

Princess Celestia stepped off the train and onto the platform with a happy sigh. It was good to be back in Canterlot. Another false alarm. She laughed, grateful that her student was so patient with her paranoia. But it was good to be cautions, and good to see Twilight again. Still, she shook her head as she left the train station, laughing again. Maybe now she could finally relax. Now that it was so clear that everything was fine.

No one was coming to the door.

Scrap knocked again and waited, listening. But no sound came from the small Ponyville cottage. She leaned into the door, struggling to press it open. It wasn't locked, but one of the hinges had been bent, and the door dragged against the floor now, protesting with a low wooden grinding sound as she pried it open and stepped inside.

"Silver?"

Dust covered everything in the hallway, rising up in small swirling clouds as she walked forward, peering into the dining room. It was empty, table and counter bare. "Silver?" She walked on, checking the living room. Just as dead. Finally she reached the door at the end of the hall, one that swung open easily, welcoming her to the small study.

The room was a small rectangle, high shelves covering all of one wall and half of a second, arching over a thick wooden desk. Books were stuffed into the shelves in what had been a neat, careful system, but now half of them were pulled from their places, sprawled across the desk, stacked here and there on the floor or simply missing.

The fourth wall, one of the two narrow ends of the room, was covered in one large blackboard. The faint remains of several magical equations and theories were still visible along the edges, where the eraser hadn't been able to pull them from the slate. But most of the board was covered in one phrase now.

"Everything is fine."

Over and over, different angles, sizes, even a few distinct languages, neat at first, then sloppier, the letters shaking, wavering, scrawling over each other until parts of the board were pure white. At the base of the wall, a small silver unicorn was hunched, his hoof held out to the board, pressed to the final letter of a small word at the base of the wall.

"Help"

"Silver Lining?"

As her eyes adjusted to the dull light of the room, Scrap could see the unicorn wasn't silver anymore. He was a dull gray, thin and gaunt, unmoving. As she knelt closer, she could see his face, twisted in exhausted fear. Unmoving. Eyes wide, but blank, empty like a statue. And as she saw his eyes, Scrap felt a rush of excitement run down her spine.

Excitement and pleasure.

Ponyville was quiet. The sound of Scrap's hooves against the gravel echoed off crumbling houses, her reflection shimmering in the jagged teeth of broken windows as she passed. Here and there ponies stood in the street, gray and still, on their way to a destination they would never reach. Vines were starting to grow up the legs of a few.

Scrap took a shortcut through a ruined cafe, picking her way around bits of collapsed roof and wall. Weeds poked through gaps in the black and white tiled floor, but the customers didn't seem to mind the mess. They sat in twos or threes at the tables, deep in conversation, some laughing, some with much more fearful expressions. All still, all quiet.

All gray.

At last Scrap reached the town hall, still mostly intact. She could feel the excitement growing now, in her chest and between her legs. She stepped forward, pressing open the door to stepped inside. A long red carpet traced a path down the wide interior. Ponies were crowded in on both sides, laying back on couches and cushions, spread over tables, kneeling in front of their partners. All twisted around each other like animals, mating hungrily, drooling, eyes half lidded, or wide
in pleasure. Scrap remembered the sounds they had filled the hall with, the smell. But the hall was silent now. Silent, still, and gray.

At the end of the carpet, on a raised platform, sat a throne. On the throne sat her Master. His book rested on a small stand next to him. To either side, her friends lay, lounging on sleek pillows. The white unicorn and yellow pegasus were to his right, the tawny earth pony and the pink one to his left, the blue pegasus at his feet, softly licking. They lay on their sides, swollen bellies resting against the floor, heavy with foals.

A mare sat at her Master's feet, head nestled between his legs. As Scrap got closer, she recognized the mare's cutie mark. She was the former Mayor of the town. Master had been looking for her for a while. It looked like he'd finally dug her out of wherever she had been hiding. The gray mare coughed suddenly, stumbling back away from the throne, mouth and face dripping. She saw Scrap, reached out a hoof. But before she could say anything, she shuddered, stiffened. Her eyes, locked with Scrap, slowly faded, pupils sinking into pure white emptiness. The white sank into gray. And then she toppled over, hoof still outstretched.

Scrap felt the excitement run through her again, so strong now.

She stepped over the mare, bowing before her Master. She was shaking as she pressed her lips to his right hoof-”Service is Joy.” Then his left-”Service is Peace.” And rested her head in it's rightful place. “I will serve and be at peace.”
“We will serve and be at peace.” She heard her friends murmur faintly.

She felt his hoof rest gently on her head and shuddered in pleasure. And then his voice-

"You have finished your task."

"Yes Master." She panted against the ground. She could feel her arousal dripping down her thighs. “There are no other ponies left to serve.” There was a horribly long pause. And then-

"Would you like your reward?"

"Please." She breathed, heart jumping. She felt his hoof gently tap her forehead and obediently brought her head up. His legs were spread, and between them his shaft hung, thick and heavy and so close she could smell it. Her eyes went wide as they fixed on it. Hungry with anticipation.

"Good. You may serve."

She barely felt herself rush up onto his lap. One instant she was sitting, the next she was with him on the throne and his hot, hard flesh was pressed between her legs. She moaned, grasping him as all the repressed need came flooding back. She had served so many stallions now, but none of them were him. None of them were Master. They were all only part of her reason for being. He was her reason, all of it. And he felt so good.

She rolled her hips, barely able to handle the feeling of his length grinding against her, so wonderful, satisfying an ache that had been growing for so long now. She felt his hooves on her waist, felt him shift under her. And thrust forward.

And he was in her, her dripping, well-used sex offering no resistance at all. All it took was one good thrust and he sank

all-

the way-

in.

Scrap came. Every muscle, every thought was red-hot with satisfaction, delight, joy. Relief. She squealed, groaning gratitude as she went limp in his grasp, legs twitching against him in wonderful aftershock.

“Maaaster...”

He started to thrust. Scrap's eyes went wide, her mind trying to find some way to handle the rush of sensations, but failing almost instantly. She could barely handle just having him inside her, it had been so long. Moving was too much, too fast, she needed time. But she wasn't getting it. He was going to take her, and all the helpless mare could do was let it happen, let the pleasure burn through her, over and over and over.

Scrap did her best, but before long she was having trouble not blacking out. Every new orgasm made it a little harder to hang on, drew more out of her. She could feel magic holding her, digging into her, and realized that it was the only thing keeping her eyes open. And then her Master came.

With a low groan and a final thrust, his seed rushed into her. As it did, she felt a surge of magic jump from the book beside them, rushing out through the hall. What she didn't see was what happened as it hit the still, gray ponies behind her, tearing away flesh, muscle, stripping everything. Until all that was left were bones, frozen in the same position as the ponies they had belonged to, fused together.

Scrap lay limp against Haze, drooling from a satisfied smile. Finally deep in dreamless oblivion. As Haze continued to enjoy her, the soft sounds of their sex echoed in the hall as the silent bones watched, a thin cloud of ash slowly drifting to the floor.

Wagon Wheel gave an exhausted sigh as he stepped from the cabin of the locomotive. It had been a long trip from Canterlot, and he was glad he was on the Ponyville line: easy to get a good night's rest in a quiet town like this. He dragged himself to the ticket window, waving.

"Hey Lucky! Surefire better be hiding in one of these trash bins because I'm not running this train another inch tonight." He slid his time card across the counter. "Punch me out, I'm gonna go collapse." There was no response. "Lucky?" Wagon looked up, into the booth for the first time.

A bleached pony skull stared back at him.

"Holy shit!" Suddenly Wagon discovered an untapped well of energy, legs tap-dancing a hurried retreat as he tried to process what he had just seen. He really, really wanted to believe it was a joke, but unfortunately the view he had got had been too close for that. It wasn't plastic or painted wood. That had been real bone, in a real skeleton, really wearing Lucky's uniform, and now he was really getting the hell out of here and finding the nearest guard.

He rushed around a corner and hit an immovable object, bouncing back to sprawl on the floor. Picking himself up, he saw he had hit a stallion, earth pony in a muted, dusty brown. He seemed to have several pregnant mares behind him.

"I would like to go to Canterlot." He said, ignoring the sudden collision. Wagon laughed. "That's great, but I'm afraid you'll have to wait a bit, platform's closed for now, back that way-" As he pointed toward the exit, Wagon felt something strange in his head, a burning, tingling sensation, the feeling of something reaching.

And then everything was still, and calm.

"Yes Sir," Wagon replied, calm and monotone. "I'll get the engine ready."