They stopped watching me like a hawk after the second day back in town. Sure, Dust Kicker still scowled at me like I kicked her babies, but that's just how Dust Kicker works. It made her a valuable captain once, and she was still a fine slice of unicorn. Perhaps, in time, she'll calm down about the past. I mean, yes, sure, I caused some trouble, but hell, it was for a good reason.

Nothing to be gained fishing around back there. That big oaf dragged me away from that life. I hate them for it. I love them for it. She managed to surround herself with talent, myself included, without even really trying. I detested her even as I started to admire her. both of her.

I followed after both of them just then, watching how the two heads conversed, and the way her big pony butt swayed to and fro. Why'd they have to be so painfully attractive? I had planned to subdue her and keep her, had things turned out differently. Instead she claimed me, but she's happy to keep an eye on me, and treat me as a friend. She's so naive!

William and Cindy stepped out of public sight, and I knew it was time to strike. I entered the small supply shack behind them and closed the door. A deft twist and the door was locked quietly enough that she was still focused on whatever she had come for. She didn't notice me until I was already upon her, sniffing gently at the heady mix of scents that sent my heart racing. There was something specific and lovely about the presence of queen ponies, and she had it in spades.

She reared up a bit and looked over her shoulder just as I slowly licked over one of her labia with a quivering tongue. William drew a sharp breath and looked confused while Cindy immediately looked intrigued. Cindy wanted more, I could see it in her eyes, and I wasn't going to let her down. I used another tongue to sample the other large lip. The two together could gently pry her open and explore that entrance. The thick leather that protected her precious treasures were sweet to the taste and playing with those thick lips made their owner start to squirm and pant from both her heads.

"Neon," breathed out Will as their body squirmed in pleasure. "You don't have to do this."

"And yet, I want to." William had explained that her big horse cocks belonged to Sandra, but she had plenty of other parts to worship. I flicked the tip of my tongues over the building moisture, savoring every little drop as a third dipped beneath her and stared to rub over her large breasts. She had freakishly huge breasts, for a pony. They would have fit a stacked human. They were disgusting and obscene. I loved them. I teased over her thick nipples and squeezed the pliable flesh as a deep rumble began to escape from me.

I played William and Cindy like fine instruments, and they made music, telling me they approved of every twitch of my skilled tongues. With a gentle press, I changed the note they hit. I began to press into them, savoring the subtly different tastes even as they cried out. Her passage flexed and pulled at my tongues, trying to draw them towards climax like a big-dicked stallion, but I was no stallion, and would not be so subdued. I pushed into her depths even as the memory tickled at me.

Once, I had been a stallion. At least, a human stallion, and I loved the women, the females. That part had never changed. I liked cunts, and breasts, and wide hips, which she had, and she was yielding them all to me. I had left humanity behind gladly, but I never quite kicked that habit. There was room for a lesbian pony.

I sent a tongue into her innermost depths, sliding slickly through the textured walls of her cunt, admiring every inch of her quivering walls until I found the innermost barrier in her. Unlike a cock or a finger, it was child's play for me to explore over that barrier. They called out in a sudden release, squeezing both tongues and dousing them in delicious chemicals even as I delved. The tight entrance in the middle was plugged up. Was she with foal? Yes. I would leave that be, for now.

The fragility of knowing she was carrying only made me more excited. I drew from her and ducked beneath her powerful horse legs to attach to one of her hanging breasts. My three jaws came together over the nipple at once and I began to nurse as my tongues swirled around it and its twin, teasing them lovingly as I demanded a meal.

She didn't keep me waiting, softly moaning as she slowly turned to look at me better. She was loving every second, just the way it should be. Her teat swelled just before it began to fill me with thick cream and I half-lidded my eyes in the pleasure of it. She was better than any dirty cow. Warm as the rest of her body, sweet as her sunny personality, and as thick as cream could ever be. I gulped it down as I nipped her, and she cried out in pleasure. A tongue slipped free and I pushed it back into her cunt, starting to thrust it more firmly as I pulled energy from her in short little bursts. Every pulse of energy made her quiver in pleasure she was not used to as it fed me. My body grew brighter with power. I missed that, and being larger. Sandra took that, she took it, and she replaced it with a fierce love.

She won't give it back, but she won't let anyone in the world hurt me. I'm never entirely sure how I feel about her, but when she hugged me, I could forget everything for a while.

I was getting distracted. She wasn't even there and she was stunning me. I chuckled around the teat and drew back with a final swallow. "Cum for me," I demanded as I sent in a second, then the final tongue, each one pumping at a different rate than the other, as if three hyperactive stallions were coupling with her. She pawed at the ground with her large hooves before she started to moan and buck. She was cumming. I could feel the moisture flowing hot and musky as I worked her to the ground. She collapsed with pleasure, both of her heads panting. Even her cocks had come free and were twitching beneath her in denied lust. Sorry boys, not allowed, and I preferred the lady parts anyway.

I drew my tongues free and ran them in slow circles around her thick lips, cleaning away all the liquids she had managed to spray over herself. She was limp and happy, putty in my tongues, just the way I liked it. I moved up and began to nibble through her tail until I reached her dock and began to work the sensitive flesh there between my careful teeth. She whinnied like a horse and wriggled in delight. She didn't try to get away anymore. She was conquered.

I circled her and kissed her on her lips, both of them. William looked overwhelmed and tired, while Cindy gazed at me with a burning fondness. It was clear Cindy enjoyed the experience, while William had been run over by it. Both liked it, in different ways. I decided to press my lips against Cindy's and explore the inside of her snout with my tongues. She grunted against me before her tongues met mine. Our muzzles locked together, turned side to side, and our tongues caressed along the lengths of the others, feeling, stroking, and pulling in fierce passion. It put normal french kisses to shame, and we loved every moment of it. She was not conquered, she said with her kiss. She was fiercely a part of things, and she loved it, every moment of it.

I left them there to cool down and slipped from the shack. I planned to question 'mother'. I felt better and more in control after my meal. William and Cindy had plenty of energy to take, and it left me vibrantly colorful. I was in charge. I was an alpha. That's what my colors said, and it felt so good while it lasted. Ponies instinctively shied away from my path. A few even bowed their heads, and I rewarded them with a gentle caress under their chins. With a little pulse I gave them some energy, and took twice as much, leaving them giddy with pleasure, and my pelt all the brighter.

Sandra was in the shared house. She was on a matress, spread out and relaxed. She noticed my approach and my bright colors. She tensed. She knew what it meant. I would not be her idle pet while I was wearing the colors of a leader.

I still loved her. I slid up against her and rubbed my side along her belly as I got into position and turned to press belly-to-belly with her. "Sandra, I want to talk to you."

She squeezed me with her legs and her hooves pressed against my back. Despite her fear, she was showing her affection. "What is it?"

I nuzzled into her chest lightly. "We are a family. It's not right to parcel pieces of ourselves to one another. I demand full access to both of you. To all of you. All of you."

She frowned a little and was about to complain when I licked her chin and boldly took some power from her. She trembled with the pleasure of it, but she trusted me, and she didn't immediately take it back. "What brings this up all of a sudden?"

I nuzzled at her chin softly. "Nothing sudden about it. I saw how William and Cindy are loyal to you, and it's touching. We should try to be loyal, within the family, but not from the family. That's just hurt feelings." I had no special desire for their cocks, but being denied something bothered me. I ran two tongues along her muzzle, one to either side, tasting the fur and over her lips. "We love each other, don't we?"

Sandra suddenly rolled over on top of me. "Something... something in me wants you. I could become a man, and fuck you. I could... grow a big fat horse dick..." Her eyes drifted close and she shuddered. "I could..."

The idea of being taken by her of all people thrilled and disgusted me at once. How dare she?! I kicked up at her to dislodge her, but she was larger and stronger. I tried to draw from her with a quick caress of my tongues against her chest. She moaned loudly, but her own tongues quickly stole the power back, and more.

Overwhelming bliss ran through me as she took it all. I was stripped of my leadership, again. She rose up over my limp form, looking down at me. "I... something in me... It wants you so badly. It misses you. Mmmf. I could take you." Sandra began to rock against me as if she were fucking me, without a cock to show for it. "Do you want to be my broodmare?"

I didn't! I growled in defiance and gave a weak kick at her even as I tried to take the energy back. She didn't even try to stop me, but every bit of energy I took, she took twice as much back. I was getting dizzy from the exchange. She had quickly worked past the safe point and I was getting utterly tired. "Stop it..."

Author's Notes:

Neon starts at the top, and ends at the bottom. A little peek of things from her view. Who shall we do next? Shall we jump into Sandra's head as she does something quite naughty with Neon?

Is this Neon's just reward? She thinks she can boss everyone and casually rape who she wants, but turn the tables and she starts to know what fear is.

The typos aren't sure if they're turned on or scared.