I placed the pendant around Pinkie Pie's neck and activated the enchantment. A large circular window appeared in the middle of the library, facing the pile of cushions. Pinkie immediately stood in front of the window, producing at first a confusing recursive cascade of images of the region around the window, followed by some bizarre, rainbow-colored static.

"Okay Pinkie," I said. "That's actually pretty fascinating, but if you could stand a bit further away..."

My voice was broadcast through the window as well, causing a feedback loop which filled the tree with echoes of what I'd just said. Pinkie giggled, and we were immediately treated to painful, high-pitched screeching feedback. Spike held his claws over his ear-holes, wincing. I quickly cancelled the spell.

"Right. Well, I guess it works," I said. "I think I'll wait until you're outside to open it up again, though."

"Ooh! Can you talk through it in the other direction?" Pinkie asked. "Then you could say hi to Rarity!"

I shook my head. "No, but I wish it were two-way! I might be able to rig it so I could cast spells through it, which would make it an incredibly powerful resource. But telesending a constant stream of data like this is much harder than telereceiving. As it is, I can't open a mana window through the device because all it would do is allow others to cast spells on us, which is obviously a bad thing in this particular situation."

Zecora entered from the basement and shook her head rapidly. "I heard a painful Pinkie screech. I hope that sound's now out of reach?"

"Sorry Zecora! It's safe now," said Pinkie Pie. "Ooh, do you wanna watch the show too?"

I quickly explained what I was doing to Zecora. She shrugged, then sat down on the pile of pillows. Spike sat down next to her.

"Alright. Pinkie. Do you remember the plan?"

Pinkie pronked in place. "Operation Pink Slip! I sneak into Rarity's Boutique to get a close look at what she's been working on, because you don't trust my ability to describe things properly," she said, wearing a large smile.

"I do trust you, Pinkie," I said, which was mostly true. "But I need as much raw data on Rarity's plans as I can get. If you could spy on her or Big Macintosh without raising their suspicions, that would be extremely useful."

"Okie dokie lokie!" said Pinkie Pie, grinning from ear to ear as she bounced for the door. (The new bondage shoes fortunately are light enough not to damage the flooring.)

After she left, I sat down next to Spike and Zecora and activated the window. We were treated to the sounds of Pinkie bouncing and the vision of the area outside the library bounding up and down.

"Ah, geez. I hope it isn't like this the whole time. I might get sick," warned Spike, and he closed his eyes.

To be honest, I felt a little strange sitting next to Zecora on a pile of cushions. It was so informal and I'd always seen her as a mentor to me, almost like Princess Celestia. She seemed very comfortable, however, so I tried to relax and force-uninhibit those inhibitions a little.

Pinkie arrived at the Carousel Boutique.

"Okay, Pinkie. Find a way inside," I said.

"She can't hear you," said Spike, opening his eyes.

"I know that!" I said, rolling my eyes. "But the dramatic irony is already driving me crazy."

Pinkie Pie knocked on the door, and I groaned. "So much for sneaking in. Well, this is less suspicious at least."

Rarity opened the door and smiled. Her horn looked intact, but I was still certain it was a fake.

"Pinkie Pie! It's so good to see you," she said, then leaned forward so that all we could see from Pinkie's amulet was Rarity's silver collar and white chest. Sounds of muffled pleasure came through the portal loud and clear.

"Oh, eww. They're kissing," I said, with a noticeable wince. Zecora glanced at me with a raised brow, then chuckled softly. Spike blushed and quickly covered his groin with a pillow, and I planted my hoof directly in my face.

"I'm not sure you should be watching this, Spike..."

"Twi, we've gone over this already. My innocence is already trashed. It doesn't help keeping me in the dark about any of this now."

"Right, right. I'm sorry. Just... ugh, use your own judgment, I guess," I said. "If something really bothers you, head into the basement, okay?"

Spike nodded in response, and the sounds of tongue-kissing finally ceased.

"Come in, darling. We have so much to discuss," said Rarity, and the camera moved forward into the store.

Rarity's shop was a bit more cramped than normal due to the existence of a large table taking up the bulk of the free space. On the table were accessories, indexed into a two-dimensional array of kind (in the short direction) and material type (long). I started taking notes (which I'm using now to transcribe all of this).

The materials were just as Pinkie had described them, ordered opal, gold, copper, silver, steel, and marble, followed by the smaller faux-wood and faux-granite versions and finally a pile of onyx earrings.

The fake wood and granite accessories varied in degree of fakeness: the earrings and collars looked solid, the wing attachments seemed to have a mixture of fake rubber connected to and actual wood or granite, and the shoes were completely rubber. I didn't see any horn caps. In their place there were what appeared to be miniature ounckses made from cold-wrought iron wrapped around a thin wood or granite torus. In addition the wing clips also looked different from their larger brethren: instead of a metal sieve portion, there was a long, thin fin protruding backwards from them.

The opal accessories were new to me, since Pinkie had only mentioned seeing earrings previously. They also looked functionally different from the other kinds. The collars and earrings were beautiful, but normal. The opal wing clips totally lacked the sieve portion and unlike the wood and granite pieces, there was nothing taking its place. Adjacent to the opal horn caps were what appeared to be ounckses made from solid opal. What I knew of magic item crafting suggested to me that those couldn't possibly work the same way normal ounckses do, and probably not at all. The shoes were also different, being more of a hoof-shaped opal ring with no base at all. I quickly made notes (from which I'm transcribing this). I didn't notice anything else, but there was a lot of stuff on the table so there may have been other differences I was unable to pick up on.

There was one more thing I noted at the time, and it distracted me sufficiently that I wasn't able to pay attention to the initial conversation between Rarity and Pinkie (though Spike said nothing notable was said). There was what appeared to be a severed unicorn horn on the very end of the table.

The horn was purple. Twilight Sparkle purple, to be precise. I felt a wave of terror hit me and I immediately grabbed for my horn with a hoof... just in case. It was still there, of course. A second horn sat beside the copy of mine, a light gray I recognized as my mother's color. It looked very realistic, but I certain both of them were fakes like what Rarity was wearing. Presumably fake, at any rate—Rarity's horn looked real, too, but there's no way she could have regrown it that quickly.

"...should really come with us tonight," said Rarity.

"That sounds super-duper fun! And in a way, Twilight can come, too, because she can see through this amulet!" said Pinkie.

Spike held his claws over his face, and I sighed deeply. Zecora chuckled.

"Pinkie Pie, you stupid, stupid horse," I groaned. "Did I really need to tell you to keep it a secret? So much for that plan."

"What?!" gasped Rarity, and she pulled the amulet off of Pinkie's neck. A moment later, our camera was trapped beneath a wicker box. At least we still had audio.

"You cannot be serious," came Rarity's muffled voice.

"Oh, don't worry! She can't cast spells through it or anything. It just lets her see and hear stuff," said Pinkie Pie.

"Sure, Pinkie," said Spike, "go ahead and tell her everything, why don't you."

"I should probably prepare to flee the library. It won't be long before Rarity puts two and two together," I griped.

Rarity's voice returned. "Actually, I think it might be acceptable. This would be a convenient way to speak with Twilight. Let's head over to the barn, Pinkie. We'll bring this for Master and see what he thinks. But don't wear it around your neck—it isn't proper for anything to get in the way of the ring."

"She must mean the ring on her collar," said Spike.

The basket lifted up, and we were looking directly at Rarity's face. It was just a little blurry since the visual wasn't intended for magnification, but I could see that her horn was fake. Casually, I doubt anypony would notice.

"Can she hear us as well?" asked Rarity.

"Yep!"

"And how do you know she's watching right now?"

"Umm... I probably shouldn't say, because I Pinkie Promised. But I'm one hundred-percent certain she can see and hear us right now," said Pinkie.

"Twilight?" said Rarity, batting her eyelashes and smiling. "Your friends miss you so much. I sincerely hope you will come to your senses soon and do the right thing, by which I mean submit to your feelings."

"She's been able to cure the vampony curse," said Pinkie. I rolled my eyes and facehoofed.

"You mean reverse the wolf entirely, or merely counter the infection?" asked Rarity. "She didn't 'cure' you, did she?"

Pinkie shook her head. "Nope! Just counter the infection is all so far."

Rarity nodded. "Alright, Twilight dear. I'm putting you in my saddlebags and bringing you to Master Big Macintosh so we can talk to you."

"At least we'll get some information that way, right?" asked Spike.

"We'll only get what they want to show us," I said. "It's practically useless, but I'm not about to stop watching. Maybe Big Macintosh will be as dumb as Pinkie and reveal everything."

"Pfft. I know Mac pretty well, and I doubt it," said Spike.

The camera entered Rarity's saddlebag, and everything went dark. Then came the sounds of hooves clopping against the floor, the door opening and closing, and softer hoof-falls on ground.

"Now Pinkie, I hate to be a broken record, but Master is very disappointed that you haven't witnessed the stone yet," said Rarity, in a chastising tone.

"Oh! It's okay, Twilight finally said I could do the brain thing," said Pinkie Pie.

"WHAT!" I shouted. "Pinkie, no!!!"

"Uh, Twilight? You don't remember that?" Spike asked me.

"I would never tell Pinkie to do the brain thing! How? When did I tell Pinkie she could do the brain thing?" I asked. I felt my heart sink, and I tried to remember.

"While searching dreams, you briefly awoke. That was when you and Pinkie spoke," said Zecora.

"That's crazy! I must have been half-asleep—you can't have possibly thought I meant it?"

"You looked totally awake at the time," said Spike. "You sounded a little different, but this mess has been burdening all our withers."

I thought back to the re-dream, and remembered the unusual interruption in the middle. It happened right before Luna sent me back in time.

"Shit," I said. "I'll bet that wasn't me. Luna must have been able to inspect my dream state when I was restoring the dream memory, and entered my body! I'm lucky it only lasted as long as it did. But that means she probably knows I'm in the library, so I'll have to leave tonight."

Spike winced. "Ah, shoot. We had no idea it wasn't you. You said you wanted the data, and that you didn't think it would change Pinkie at all."

"The rationale you did supply, convinced us to let Pinkie Pie," said Zecora.

I stood up. "I have to go rescue her," I said, my forelegs shaking slightly. Of course, I had no idea how I was about to do that. Then I yelped as Zecora grabbed my tail and yanked me back to the pillows.

"Zecora!" I gasped, blushing. You just don't grab somepony's tail. It isn't done!

"Apologies for grabbing tail, but you must let horse sense prevail. You cannot rescue that pink horse. That is a foalhardy course," said Zecora.

I sat on the pillows and fought back tears. "I can't let this happen to her. I can't. I have to do something," I said.

"Maybe she'll be okay. Rarity didn't seem to think it would change anything, from what Pinkie told us," said Spike. "But Zecora's right. Chasing after Pinkie would trigger an immediate conflict, and we'd be up to our necks in vamponies."

I buried my face in my hooves and cried. Zecora hugged me, and I came up for breath and wiped my eyes.

"It's my fault," I said. "Pinkie knows how much I'd love to see her post-lobotomy data. And I would, too. I feel so guilty."

Spike hugged my side. "No, it's not your fault. That's dumb."

"There's nothing to do, that we can. The proper move is watch, and plan," said Zecora.

I went and grabbed a box of tissues, and returned to the pile of cushions. By the time I got back Spike was leaning tiredly on Zecora. I moved to Zecora's other side to avoid disturbing his seat.

"They're probably close to the barn by now," said Spike.

"Yeah. I can only guess what's next. Probably something horrific Rarity wants to subject us to."

"You mean you," said Spike. "She doesn't know I'm watching."

I nodded. "That's true. I guess Pinkie hasn't had enough time to blab all the vital information," I complained.

I leaned up against Zecora's other side. I was feeling tired myself, and she didn't seem to mind. I noticed that Zecora has a very unusual scent, and I don't know if it's her microbiome or something in her sweat oils or what exactly. It's not a bad smell, mind you, just distinctive. I wonder why I'd never noticed it before now. It's not subtle by any stretch.

Suddenly, we heard a new voice. Soft, lilting, high-pitched, and clearly falsetto.

"Pinkie Pie! So wonderful you can join us for once, sweetie," said the voice.

"Who the hay is that?" asked Spike. I shrugged.

"Ah, yes. Pinkie, you've er... 'met' Orchard Blossom already, yes?" said Rarity, with a bright laugh.

"Sure have! She's my favorite two-ton mare!" said Pinkie, with her own giggle.

"We should get down to business," said the voice, who must have been Orchard Blossom.

"Mistress," said Rarity, "I apologize for the interruption, but in my saddlebags is an amulet that allows Twilight Sparkle to hear and see remotely. I must warn you that she can hear us right now."

There was silence, then sounds of whispering.

"As you wish, Mistress," said Rarity.

The saddlebags opened, and Rarity carefully positioned the camera on a ledge, so we could see most of the barn.

Then we got an eyeful of something remarkably... for lack of a better word, I'll just say 'disturbing'.

The first thing we noticed was 'Orchard Blossom', which actually turned out to be Big Macintosh. In a dress. Wearing an enormous blonde wig. With makeup on his face. Lots of makeup. It looked professional, like Rarity had done it for a runway model, but it was on thick. Of course, Mac looked impossibly large to be a mare, and as seems to be the custom with Masters (Mistresses?), he stood on his hind legs only. The front of the dress was tented outward.

"Oh dear sweet Celestia," gasped Spike, recoiling against the cushions. "I take back what I said about knowing Mac well."

"I... I'm not sure what to make of this," I said. "I don't get this."

Zecora smirked. "Big Mac is dressed as Orchard Blossom? I must admit, she looks quite awesome."

"You gotta be kidding me," replied Spike.

"She? Really? Is this a thing? Is it a sex thing or something?" I asked Zecora.

"In some cases yes, in others, no. It isn't exactly rare, though," she replied.

"Why is the dress tented out like that?" I asked.

"Twilight, is it wrong if I think Big Mac is kind of cute?" whispered Spike, from Zecora's other side.

Yes, I thought, but I didn't really know what to say. Orchard Blossom faced the camera and smiled. "We're just delighted to have you with us tonight, Twilight. I have quite a show planned for you," she said. Wait, did I just call Big Mac 'she'? We're doomed.

"I don't understand any of this," I said. Orchard Blossom adjusted the camera, stood back from it, and then we could see Cheerilee.

"Oh no," whispered Spike, speaking for all of us. Well, for him and me, at least. Zecora seems to have nerves of steel.

Cheerilee was stretched vertical, shackled up on an X-shaped wooden frame by all of her ankles. She wore copper shoes, a copper collar, and copper earrings. Between her legs, her breasts were impossibly large—practically the size of cantaloupes. Both nipples were pierced, each with a copper ring. Some kind of clear fluid dripped down her hind legs.

But by far the worst part of it was the expression on her face. She had this vacant look in her eyes, and she was drooling and smiling like a giddy idiot with fangs, all at once. It's almost like she was happy, somehow, and it was terrifying to even imagine how something like that could be possible.

Still, I was imagining it...

"Unfortunately, Smith Apple won't be joining us this evening. She's recovering from a cold," said Orchard Blossom.

"Granny Smith?!" I said. "Oh, that is super-gross. This is now completely wrong."

As if reading my mind, Rarity spoke to the camera. "Twilight, I've given Granny a positively stunning makeover. You really should see it. We're planning a little cosmetic work for her as well, although that certainly isn't a necessity." She smiled a fangy grin.

"I don't understand any of this," said Spike. "Twilight, does anything here make sense to you?"

"No, Spike. It doesn't," I said. "We are far beyond the realm of making sense. This is pure chaos. This is horse insanity, Spike."

Nonetheless, we continued to watch the scene unfold. Rarity seemed to be readying shackles that were bolted to the flooring, and then she secured all four of Pinkie's ankles into place. Then she removed Pinkie's copper shoes.

Orchard Blossom squatted on two legs and petted Pinkie's mane. "We're going to start locking them," she promised.

"Woo-hoo!" said Pinkie Pie, which came as no real surprise.

Then Orchard Blossom yanked back on Pinkie's mane, exposing her neck. "However, Pinkie Pie, I'm afraid this playing-both-sides thing ends. Right now."

"B-but I care about Twilight!" she whimpered.

"As do we, Pinkie," said Rarity.

"Don't worry, Pinkie. You won't need to break your promise to protect Twilight," said Orchard Blossom. Then she leaned down and whispered something in Rarity's ear. An evil grin spread across Rarity's face. "Yes, Mistress," she said, and trotted into a nearby stall, then returned with a hogtied, blindfolded, and gagged pony.

It was Thunderlane.

"Oh no," I said. "No, no, no!"

"Shit. I guess you'd better pack now," said Spike.

"It's not his fault," I said, angrily. Here he was, in up to his neck for trying to help me. I didn't know what to think.

Pinkie looked flustered. "Hay, it's Thunderlane! Hi Thunderlane! You know, Rarity, maybe it would be nice if we let Thunderlane go free today, just for fun? How does that sound?"

"Pinkie, please! You know better than that. Give it a rest. Besides, I can already guess that Twilight's been in the library for the past few days."

"Wait, what?!" I said.

"I swear I never told her!" said Spike, his eyes open wide.

I craned my head around Zecora's belly. "Told her? Have you been talking to Rarity? Spike, have you been visiting her?" I gasped. That guilty look on his face told me everything I needed to know.

"Please, Twilight, you already said we'd talk about it tomorrow," he begged, as Zecora leaned backwards to give our conflict a little leeway.

I leaned back again. "It's okay. I just can't trust anypony, not even you. That's all I need right now, but it is what it is. It's fine," I said softly.

"I'm weak, Twilight. I love her. Please, please understand," said Spike. "I would never do anything to put you at risk."

"You're putting yourself at risk, Spike! What would you do if she bit you?" Pinkie Pie started talking again, so I made an angry grunt. "Fine. We'll talk in the morning," I snipped. Spike lowered his head into the pillow on his legs.

Of course, there probably wouldn't be a morning if I decided to evac tonight (I didn't, but more on that later). And yes, I feel bad for Spike, but I feel bad for everything right now.

"But how?" Pinkie was asking.

"It's obvious dear. You've been going to the library, and that's where Spike is, and you don't have any other convenient way to communicate with her other than scrolls. Since we removed all the scrolls from the library, it stands to reason Twilight is there right now," Rarity said, with a smug little smirk. Then she walked up to the camera. "Don't worry, Twilight. We'll leave you alone. You need to realize that we're not your enemy. I'm sorry we got off on the wrong hoof in the Crystal Kingdom, and we want to make it up to you. Whenever you want to come speak with us, the door is open. On your terms, if you like."

"Yeah, that's gonna happen," I said sarcastically.

"Twilight, our position is weak. Perhaps it makes some sense to speak...?" asked Zecora.

I shook my head. "No. We need more leverage first. Shit, I can't believe we lost Thunderlane that quickly. Dammit."

Rarity removed Thunderlane's blindfold and gag, pulled him beside Pinkie Pie, and began untying his bonds.

"What, where am I? Pinkie? Oh no," he said, and the color drained from his cheeks.

"Sorry they got you Thundie," said Pinkie Pie, with a pout. Then she smiled, fangs and all. "But you're gonna have so much fun tonight!"

Rarity held Thunderlane's rear legs firmly between hers, grinning. She leaned forward on his barrel. He struggled, but couldn't move. His head was directly beneath Pinkie Pie, and she leaned down and wrapped her tongue around his muzzle.

"Mmmmph! Mmk," he said, then gasped as the tongue retracted. "Oh buck oh buck oh buck me," he said, and his legs trembled with fear.

"But of course, sweetie," said Orchard Blossom, stepping next to Rarity.

"Big Mac? Is that you?" said Thunderlane. Orchard Blossom bared her fangs, and Thunderlane struggled again against Rarity, to no avail.

"Call Mistress 'Orchard Blossom' when she looks like this," cautioned Rarity. "Or, simply 'Mistress' will do."

"But why is the skirt tented up like that? Is she wearing a belt or..." Zecora and Spike just looked at me like I was stupid, and then it occurred to me. "Oh, oh, that is so gross." It explained the moisture forming at the tip of the tent, at least.

Cheerilee giggled. "Rarity, maybe we should put the camera by Thunderlane's head, so Twilight gets to see what he sees?"

"Excellent idea. Mistress?" Rarity asked for confirmation, and Orchard Blossom nodded and leaned down to hold Thunderlane's barrel to the floor.

"Ow, h-heavy!" gasped Thunderlane.

"You ain't goin' nowhere, sugar," said Orchard Blossom. "Jes' relax and it'll be over 'fore you know it."

Rarity placed the amulet around Thunderlane's neck and pulled it tightly in place, knotting part of the strap to secure it like a choker. "There we go," she said, then took over for Orchard Blossom, who stood back up on two legs. "I certainly hope you're watching us too, Spikey-Wikey," she whispered into the camera.

I gritted my teeth in anger, then shut my eyes. I wanted to tell Spike to leave and go into the basement, but I couldn't. There was no way I was going to be able to protect him from any of this. It was too late already. I opened my eyes again, and was looking directly up Big Macintosh—er, "Orchard Blossom's" skirt.

"Yikes," said Spike. Yikes indeed, I thought. I could see it all, just hanging there. And what an 'all' it was. A big red scrotum halfway cupped by what looked like silk panties, and a shaft stretching up toward the heavens. It rested against the fabric and bobbed gently.

I felt the tiniest electric jolt from between my legs, and I blushed. I looked nervously over at Zecora and Spike, hoping they didn't know this was affecting me. Spike was holding the pillow tight against his legs and shivering, and I was starting to wonder about how this was affecting him, too. Zecora was completely unfazed; bless her Zen-like mastery of everything.

"Don't worry Thundie," said Pinkie Pie, leaning down into his face and covering up most of the camera's field of view. "It's probably kind of scary, but I promise if you had spent a little more time with us, you'd be begging to become a vampony. Just like Twilight!"

Spike and Zecora both threw a curious look my way. "What?" I said. "It wasn't like that."

Orchard Blossom took a step to the side and pulled Pinkie's mane back. "What," she said, although the falsetto was gone.

Rarity looked up. "Oh for fuck's sake! Pinkie Pie, when Twilight Sparkle asks you to become a vampony... You. Say. YES!"

"Heh, sorry," said Pinkie. "But I didn't want to hurt her! She was real vulnerable."

"I'd tell you what a stupid cunt you are, Pinkie, but you might take that the wrong way," said Orchard Blossom, without the falsetto. Then she cleared her throat, and the falsetto resumed. "But as much as it seems counter to horse sense, perhaps our dear Pinkie made the right decision after all. See, Twilight? We do respect you. You can have as much time as you need to play your silly cunt games, until you're ready to grow up and succumb to the inevitable. Then all of this suffering will finally be at an end, and we can go back to being good friends. Very good friends."

"Pinkie, for the love of Luna don't ever say 'no' to something like that again," grumbled Rarity under her breath. "This could have been over already, and Twilight wouldn't be suffering the way she most certainly is right now."

"This isn't suffering!" I yelled at the viewport. This time Zecora and Spike tried not to make eye contact with me.

"I'm sorry," said Pinkie, tears welling in her eyes.

"It's okay, bitch," lilted Orchard Blossom. "Tonight we're gonna resolve all those little issues you been havin', once and for all. And, you can still be Twilight's special liaison. But the bitch is right, next time turn her for gracious sake."

Suddenly, off-viewport we heard Cheerilee groaning out loud, and the sound of something wet spraying against hay.

"Thank you Mistress," said Pinkie, smiling gently up at Orchard Blossom with watery eyes.

"But before we finish you, cunt, I think we'll turn this lovely young stallion," she continued, and straddled Thunderlane again.

"Oh geez, there it is again," said Spike, as the unmentionable horseparts came into view. He wasn't looking away, though.

"Bitch," Orchard said to Rarity, "go unbuckle Cheerilee so she can handle my backside. Now Thunderlane, I'm not going to hold you down this time, but if you try to run you will be very sorry you did such a naughty thing."

Thunderlane seemed to twitch (based on the camera motion) and held his forelegs over his head, obscuring the camera's view. "Please don't hurt me! Please, please. I swear I'll never tell anypony about this."

Rarity returned to lean in and cover his barrel, pushing his forelegs out of the way in the process. Cheerilee came bounding into frame and stepped behind Orchard Blossom, right next to Thunderlane's hind legs. Pinkie Pie leaned down and kissed him somewhere on his face (we couldn't see, since the view was from his neck). "It's okay Thundie," she said. "I can almost promise this won't hurt hardly at all."

"Of course it won't hurt," soothed Rarity, as she began moving around against Thunderlane's barrel. "Mmm, here we are. Lovely." His erect cock appeared in the viewport.

"Wh-why? What are you doing to me?" he gasped, as Rarity slowly licked up the shaft and sucked a bead of fluid off the head of his penis. Thunderlane moaned and shivered (again, based on the camera motion).

Then there was this loud suctioning sound, and Cheerilee pulled something from underneath Big Macintosh's tail. It was enormous. At first I thought he'd just crapped himself (and that would have been where I terminated the spell, for the record), but then we saw it was a large, rubber phallus in the shape of a stallion's cock. It glistened with moisture. Cheerilee set it in the hay and used some more hay to wipe against Orchard's legs and groin.

Then Orchard Blossom began to squat halfway down, lowering her pelvis, and Thunderlane suddenly panicked.

"I, wait, no! I'm n-not g-gay!" he gasped, as Rarity continued to lick his shaft and massage it between her hooves.

"It's okay, you can think of her as a girl!" Pinkie volunteered, then kissed Thunderlane on some part of his face.

"Bitch, cast the spell," said Orchard Blossom. Cheerilee's face was up underneath Orchard's tail, and we could her her licking and sucking at the flesh. I felt like vomiting momentarily, but I kept it together.

Rarity moved outside the viewport, then her aura covered part of Thunderlane's head, judging from the glowing at the edge of the viewport.

"I'm not sure what spell that is," I said.

Rarity walked back into frame and grinned evilly, brandishing her fangs. "Mmm, he's going to love it," she said. "It's a strong confirm. He's definitely a total cunt, will be easy to flip, and subconsciously I'm fairly certain he's desperate to be dressed like a little sissy."

"That's all I needed," said Orchard Blossom, with a soft grin. She squatted down, and I could see her anus gaping wide enough to take a shaft inside of her. I gasped at the grotesque image. I've never seen anything liked it. It was pink, and wide, and wet. Somehow it was erotic, but it shouldn't have been. That isn't a part of the body meant for sex! Is it?

"No, please, this is rape," whimpered Thunderlane. It sounded like he was crying.

"It's okay," cooed Pinkie Pie, making several kissing noises against Thunderlane's face. "It doesn't matter what you want. What matters is what you will have wanted."

"And like I said, darling, you're going to love this... whether you like it or not," said Rarity.

Cheerilee giggled and helped guide Thunderlane up into the pink sheath of Orchard Blossom's anus. Thunderlane whined softly, his cock pulsing gently as it began to slip inside.

"You can kiss me and think of girls if that helps you feel less like a little faggot," said Pinkie, with a giggle. "But I'm going to bite your tongue so we can start infecting you, because that'll be way more fun once we finish you."

"Mmmmph!" said Thunderlane, and he jerked in place as Orchard Blossom squatted her rump flat against his groin.

"It's time for us to feed a bit as well," said Rarity, flashing her fangs. "I'll take the shoulder. Cheerilee, why don't you drain his mark?"

Thunderlane whined and spasmed in place as Rarity leaned over his body, and made a soft mmm-ing sound, muffled with her mouth planted firmly up underneath him on the back of his shoulder.

"Shhh," said Orchard Blossom, reaching down toward Thunderlane's head, off-viewport. "It's okay to be a cunt, darlin'. It's just what you are. You were made to be owned by somepony like me," she said gently. "You can feel it, can't you? You're not inside of me, not exactly so. It's the other way 'round. I'm wrapped around you: controllin' you, milkin' you, claimin' you as mine. Makin' you feel exactly what I want you to feel, for my pleasure."

Thunderlane whined softly out of his nose, twitching and shivering. Rarity came up for air. "Oh, that is very nice. Delicious, darling. You know, between the three of us tending to his wounds, we'll have this sweetie's fangs out in a matter of hours."

"Don't let him off the hook that easy, bitches," said Orchard Blossom. "I want this little faggot to know he came in Mistress's asshole without any magical mumbo-jumbo getting in the way. You need to know this is all your fault, Thunderlane. Every last bit of it."

Orchard narrowed her gaze and bounced slightly as Thunderlane screamed through his nose, the camera view shaking. A loud slurping noise came, then Pinkie's giggle followed. We could hear Thunderlane panting for breath.

"We're so proud of you, darling!" said Rarity. "I could see your urethra swelling. You must have squeezed at least a pint into Mistress."

"I sh-shouldn't l-like this," gasped Thunderlane. "I don't want this..."

"But you do," said Cheerilee, leaning in to squeeze the base of Thunderlane's cock where it met Orchard's entrance. "It's too late to do anything about that, silly."

"I'm so sorry Twilight," gasped Thunderlane.

"Don't be daft. You've just given her the show of her life," giggled Rarity.

Orchard Blossom, still erect, slowly stood up on her hind legs. Thunderlane's shaft slipped in tiny jerks as she released it bit by bit, finally splatting onto his barrel and getting a drop of cum on part of amulet's crystal lens in the process. Gooey liquid spilled down Orchard's thighs and dripped off of her sac down onto Thunderlane's groin.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, cunt," said Orchard Blossom. "Your place is serving me, now. Twilight isn't your princess; I am. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes..."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress..."

"Very good. Bitches, get the cunt cleaned up. Cheerilee, shackle and gag our new friend so he can stay the night. It shouldn't take long for the infection to set."

"And then we can have some real fun!" said Rarity, grinning madly. "Big Macintosh may dress on a whim, but I think you'll make a darling sissy faggot all the time. That way everypony will know, as is likely Master's want."

"I can't, please..."

"Can't what?" said Pinkie Pie, cocking her head.

"My brother. Please say you'll leave Rumble out of this," he gasped. "I don't want him to know about me..."

"Everypony is going to know about you," hissed Cheerilee. "Not right away, but eventually. That's the whole point of being a cunt, especially a juicy one like you."

"Oh no, he'll think terrible things," sobbed Thunderlane.

"No he won't, silly!" said Pinkie Pie. "He'll think you're cute, just like all the colts and stallions will! And probably the mares."

"We ain't gonna do anything to your kin, anyhow," said Orchard Blossom.

"Oh thank Celestia," sighed Thunderlane.

"Because you'll do it yourself when the time is right," whispered Rarity, and she placed the gag into his mouth before he could protest. Cheerilee started washing his thighs as Rarity removed the amulet and repositioned it on the shelf. The drop of cum still obscured a tiny portion of the view, but Rarity left it there even though she must have seen it. I could see Thunderlane's blushing face and shivering body. Even though nopony was holding him down anymore, he didn't make the slightest move to escape.

"Wow, look at his face... It's like, he's totally defeated," said Spike. "We've already lost him, haven't we?"

"And it took less than twenty minutes," I noted. "That was remarkably efficient, given all the exchange of bodily fluids going on. Stars, I really wish you hadn't seen that, Spike."

"Me too," said Spike. "I... I don't know what I'm feeling right now. Thunderlane said he wasn't gay, didn't he? How did this happen?"

I knew what I was feeling, at least: extremely horny. I didn't know why, because what I had witnessed was absolutely horrifying and sick, but nonetheless I was drooling on the blankets (eww, sorry journal). But I wasn't about to tell Zecora or Spike that, so I just sat there without moving. I could tell the way Spike occasionally clenched the pillow in his lap that he was feeling something similar. Zecora, as always, was a rock.

Unfortunately there's more, so I'm going to split this into two entries. No extra space this time.