Warning, contains Femdom.

“Celestia,” Twilight Sparkle groaned as she woke up. Why the heck did she have such a bad headache? What did she do the night before to cause it? The last time her head had pounded this hard was when she mistook a bottle of Princess Celestia’s bubbly Prench wine for soda pop. Through sheer force of will she opened her eyes and looked out at a world that was blurry and indistinct.

Slowly a pink blur in front of her resolved and she stared in disbelief at Pinkie Pie who was kneeling nude on the floor in front of her, her hands behind her back. And just like that memory returned to Dusk Shine. Finding that old checklist, perfecting the gender shifting Poison Joke potion, using it. She wasn’t a she, she was a he. And he’d been copulating with Pinkie Pie,and then… Dusk drew a blank. He could not for the life of him remember what had happened, though he was pretty sure his headache was a clue. He tried to shift his body, and found himself restrained. From the feel of things he was lying over top of the sensor platform he’d constructed for Pinkie Pie. And, if he was not mistaken, he was secured to it in the same manner as Pinkie had been. All that taken into consideration, it was rather ominous that he felt slightly constipated on top of his other discomforts.

He returned his attention to Pinkie Pie, and took note of the excited sparkle in her eyes and the fact she was actually vibrating with excitement. “Pinkie Pie---” he started to ask in a hoarse voice as his dry mouth protested the activity, but he was cut off by a sudden sharp slap against his ass. The loud crack was almost as shocking as the stinging pain that accompanied it.

“Before you even think of doing anything, monster! I suggest you take a look at your horn,” the unmistakable sound of Rarity’s voice ordered him. Dusk had never before heard his friend speak in such a tone of voice. It sent a shiver down his spine. Without protest on his part Dusk crossed his eyes and tried to focus on the tip of his horn. His vision was still a bit off and changing focus from far to near meant it took him a few seconds to resolve what Rarity wanted him to look at.

Multicolored balloons danced in front of him. Dusk blinked, and made out one of the custom nipple sensors/suction cups, he’d made for Pinkie. It was loosely set over the tip of his horn, sort of like a cup on a pencil. More importantly he made out the wires that were attached to the base of it. That wasn’t all. He could make out something thin and blurry out of the corners of his eyes, and when he tried to shift his head for a closer look he felt a tugging at the base of his horn. Whatever it was prevented him from moving his head more than a few inches. From that he deduced that Rarity had lashed some sort of tie to the base of his horn to keep his head immobile and pointed straight ahead.

That had been clever of Rarity. It was very hard to use magic against something you could not see. But it was not impossible. If you were moving something you were familiar with, in an area you knew, it could be managed. And if you were really skilled, which he was, there was a way around that limitation. In order to do it, you had to use your magic to sense what you were manipulating. It was hard, but doable. But Rarity was a unicorn with her own magic, while not at Dusk’s level, she was more than skilled enough to parry any attempt on his part to use his magic directly against her when he was handicapped in this manner. That was no doubt why Rarity was being careful to stay out of his line of sight.

Rarity mumbled in a very quiet tone that Dusk could barely make out. “I knew I had to be very careful with the beast. His well muscled form showed he was not a pony to be trifled with. As did the majestic size of his horn. Truly he was a formidable opponent, but nothing I couldn’t handle if it were for the sake of my friends.”

Dusk blinked at the soft, barely heard words behind him, but before he could reply something stroked over his flank, causing him to twitch his tail as what he assumed was Rarity’s hand slid into the crack of his ass. A sudden pressure in the area of his rectum confirmed his earlier fears. It seemed the nipple cup was not the only sex toy Rarity had transferred from Pinkie Pie to him. That still left a big ‘why’ unanswered.

“You’ve seen?” Rarity asked in a low growl that would have more properly come from an angry wolf than the gentle and giving pony Dusk was familiar with.

Dusk swallowed nervously and nodded.

“Good. At the least little indication you’re trying to use magic you can guess what will happen.”

Again Dusk nodded. He worked his mouth, calling up enough saliva to moisten his dry tongue. “What is going on, Rarity?” He asked. “Ouch” he cried out as once again Rarity swatted his vulnerable posterior.

“Don’t play dumb, monster!” she snapped. “I overheard what you said to poor Pinkie Pie as you brutally ravished her. I know your plans. You have ten seconds to remove your spell on Pinkie Pie, or else I. Get. Dangerous.”

Dusk swallowed again. Who knew Rarity could project such an aura of menace? Not that he was terribly worried about her threats. While the plug up his ass was certainly uncomfortable, not to mention embarrassing, neither it, or the small flask draped over his horn, were dangerous to him. The electrical charge that ran through them caused an impressive visual display, but only slight physical discomfort. Not enough to disturb his practiced focus. He could free himself from his bonds in seconds despite them. But if he did that Rarity would attempt to stop him, and he wasn’t sure he could restrain his friend without hurting her given his current position, and befuddled state. Best to play for time till his head cleared and he could focus more intensely.

But how was he to lift a nonexistent spell from Pinkie Pie? He gave his marefriend a close look, wondering why she hadn’t intervened. Again he took note of her sparkling eyes and her expression of barely restrained excitement. Realization came and he would have face palmed himself if his wrists had not been bound. Pinkie was still playing the game, and having way too much fun doing it. For the first time his sudden desire to pull Pinkie Pie over his lap and tan her backside had nothing at all to do with catering to her desires and was all about his own exasperation with her.

In any case, that explained why Rarity thought Pinkie was under a spell, and at the same time told him what he had to do to ‘lift’ it. But there was one niggling little contradiction that he couldn’t help but raise. “If I can’t do magic, how am I supposed to lift the spell on Pinkie Pie?” he asked.

“The monster made a good point, but I knew better than to fall into his trap. It would be a slippery slope that would end with me being ravaged like Pinkie Pie if I let him get into my head. Above all else I must retain control and concede nothing.”

Once again Dusk found himself confused by Rarity’s random mumbling. But, like before, he was not given a chance to reply.

“Do you think I’m joking, monster?” Rarity hissed in his ear as she pressed herself up against his side. He had just a second to notice the feel of her breasts against him when her hand slipped down and between his legs, where it took hold of his newly acquired balls. She didn’t clench her fingers, but there was no question she could if she choose. Clearly Rarity was in no mood for logic puzzles. “You may use enough magic to free Pinkie. But if you dare try anything underhanded you’ll be singing soprano. Do we understand each other?” Rarity demanded, and to empathise her determination, and his position, gave his captive balls a good squeeze.

Dusk let out a shrill whinny of sudden panic and called out.“Sugar Free! Sugar Free!”

Dusk fumed as he heard Rarity mumble, “I felt true pride as the beast cowered at my touch. Hopefully it meant he know knew who is in control, but I knew I must not let my guard down. Though I had to wonder at the bizarre nature of his magic spell. More worrying was that I did not detect even a trace if magic, I knew I needed to discover how he had done it before he realized the advantage he had over me.”

Pinkie gave no indication of having heard Rarity as she asked, “Aw, really Dusky?. It was just getting good. Rarity is scary, scary when she wants to be,” Pinkie Pie complained.

Rarity’s grip on his balls eased, and Dusk heaved a sigh of relief, and then gasped as her fingers tightened.

“What sort of spell was that?” Rarity demanded. “You didn’t even cast any magic.”

“Silly. That was a safe word not a spell,” Pinkie explained.

“Safe word? Pinkie Pie, whatever are you talking about? Didn’t this fiend put you under some sort of evil spell so you couldn’t resist his evil advances? Isn’t that why you tried to stop me from restraining him? Didn’t his spell make you call him master every time you referred to him?”

“Pfft. I wish,” Pinkie snorted. “That would be scary awesome. But Dusky would never do that to a mare. He’s ‘respects’ us too much for that,” while her words might have sounded like a compliment, the tone of voice Pinkie used indicated she didn’t see it that way. As did the way she made sarcastic quote marks with her fingers.

A puzzled Rarity asked herself, “When did she slip out of her bonds? I wondered. Could he? No, I quickly deduced this was Pinkie being Pinkie.”

This time Dusk ignored Rarity’s monologue. Even though he had to agree with Pinkie that the little verbal twitch his friend was showing was rather scary. “It’s not like that, Pinkie,” he protested. “If I were to take away your free will it wouldn’t be a game anymore. And how could you be scared, if I made you think what I was doing wasn’t scary?”

“Hmmm, I guess you’re right, Dusky. Boy, this game sure is complicated,” Pinkie mused, a frown on her face. A moment later it was replaced by her usual cheerful expression. “But that’s what make it so much fun. It’ll take forever to get really good at it. But we’ll have so much fun doing it we won’t even care.”

“I was shocked at the casual way Pinkie Pie conversed with her rapist. Was she still under a spell? I had to discover the truth.”

“Pinkie Pie, how can you talk to this monster like he was a friend after what he did to you?” Rarity shouted.

“Careful, please,” Dusk said in a strained voice as Rarity’s fingers tightened around his balls due to her agitation.

Pinkie Pie gave Rarity a puzzled look. “Why wouldn’t I talk to Dusky like this? We’ve been friends ever since Princess Celestia sent him to Ponyville and we helped him beat Nightmare Moon. And even though he’s not sure yet if he really likes this game, he’s willing to try it for my sake. If that’s not a good friend I don’t know what is.”

Rarity replied in an exasperated voice. “Pinkie Pie, you are confused. That was Twilight Sparkle. I don’t know what he’s told you, but this monster is her evil male mirror twin. How can you not see that?”

“You’re Twilight’s evil male mirror twin?” Pinkie Pie asked Dusk Shine in shock. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Ah, the light dawned for Pinkie Pie and I suddenly realized that he hadn’t place a spell on her. The fiend had simply conned the poor sweet innocent. Could it be that as Twilight’s opposite, his skill lies in his verbal skills rather than the magical?”

It was Dusk’s turn to be exasperated, both at Rarity, and his marefriend. He wished Pinkie was just teasing but he knew she was one hundred percent serious. “I didn’t tell you because it’s not true. I told you the truth. I made up a special potion using Poison Joke, Alicorn magic, and some special ingredients, to allow me to gender shift and complete an experiment I tried to do when I was still a little filly and didn’t have the knowledge base to complete.”

“Twilight?” Rarity said in an incredulous voice. Much to Dusk’s relief her fingers loosened and the chance of him being gelded became less likely. A moment later Rarity’s fingers closed up as she snapped, “No. I will not surrender to your honey tongue. This is exactly the sort of thing an evil mirror twin would say.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing. Dusky is really good with his tongue,” Pinkie said. Only to be ignored by both of the other ponies.

“Then ask me something a male mirror twin wouldn’t know?” Dusk squeaked.

“Fine, tell me about the dress I designed for you to wear to the Grand Galloping Gala,” Rarity asked smugly.

“Which one? The one I ruined with thoughtless advice, or the one you created afterwards that wowed the fashion critic?” Dusk answered in a smug tone, sure that he had landed the deciding blow in this debate.

Rarity's voice showed shock, and a touch of uncertainty as she asked, “You fiend! How deeply have you interrogated poor Twilight that you know even that?

“I asked him, even as doubt filled me. Could I have been wrong? No. I had to be careful if I did not wish to end up as ravaged as Pinkie.”

“You don’t believe me?” Dusk asked incredulously. Fueled by his role-playing over the last day or two, Dusk’s mind conjured up an image of him bursting free of his bonds and turning Rarity over his lap and spanking her snow-white ass till she admitted that, yes, he was really Twilight Sparkle in a male body. It would be horribly counterproductive of course, but darn if he didn’t think it would be very satisfying.

Unaware of the threat to her posterior, Rarity adopted a superior attitude and told Dusk, “You tell a good story, but you’ve made one fatal error that my fine deductive mind has latched onto and that proves you to be a liar no matter what story you tell.”

“That’s not possible. I’m telling the truth,” Dusk protested.

“Yep, yep, he sure is,” Pinkie Pie agreed, nodding her head like a bobble head doll.

“I continued to feel doubt even though I had realized something. His own body had betrayed him for the liar he was. A point I quickly pointed out to him. Foolish fiend. Your mouth might lie, but this is honest,” Rarity announced as her hand abandoned Dusk’s balls, much to his relief, and slipped down to wrap, partway, around his cock, which at some point during the situation had hardened into a full erection. Dusk distinctly heard Rarity give a slight gasp, and her voice was slightly hoarse when she resumed talking, “There is no way that Twilight Sparkle would have such a lewd reaction to this situation, or do what I caught you doing to poor Pinkie Pie.”

“Even as I demonstrated the evidence of his duplicity, I found myself impressed with the size of his penis. It was a match for his magnificent body. It was such a pity he was a fiend. For just a moment I allowed myself to imagine myself in his power, but quickly squelched such imaginings. No matter how handsome, he was a beast inside and I knew I would suffer greatly if I forgot that.”

Dusk blushed beet red at both his body's physical reaction, and Rarity’s referral to his copulating with Pinkie Pie. Not that he was ashamed at either, but Rarity’s words dredged up all his own self-doubt about what he’d been doing. But under that embarrassment he was puzzled by Rarity’s bizarre monologues. Was it the stress of the situation she was in that was causing it? Or was it something else? For the first time he considered the possibility that Rarity might not be serious. He had a huge hole in his memory. Had Pinkie invited Rarity over to play with them? Were Rarity’s strange monologues her way of supplying him with clues as to what she expected from him.

Unlike Dusk, Pinkie totally ignored Rarity’s little speeches, lending credence to Dusk’s theory that they were in fact hints rather than part of the conversation.

“Why not?” Pinkie Pie asked in a puzzled tone. “You’re really sexy Rarity. It’s no wonder Dusky’s thingy gets all stiff and drooly from you playing with it. And Dusky was just having fun playing with me. What’s wrong with that?”

“Listen to yourself, Pinkie Pie. You don’t even call him Twilight. Deep down you know he’s not really her.”

Dusk detected a distinct flustered tone from Rarity as she lashed out at Pinkie. Not that he was one to talk. His speculation had led to him feeling more than a little flustered himself as Rarity’s hand shifted on his cock. She had gone from threatening his stallionhood, to fondling it, and Dusk wasn’t sure which gave him the most trouble. While her current activity was certainly less painful, her previous behavior had not threatened to cause Dusk a major embarrassment if Rarity continued on as she was going. It also lent credence to his growing belief that Rarity was in fact participating in the game. Her next little bit of monologue only made him more sure of it.

“The monster’s cock throbbed in my hand, and I could not help but feel quite heated at the thought of what such a large object would feel like if he were to force himself onto me. More incentive to not believe a word he says. Not if I don’t wish to become yet another of his victims.”

As she monologued, Rarity’s hand slipped up and down Dusk’s shaft. Her fingers dancing over his heated flesh like it was a musical instrument.

“Well of course he’s not a her,” Pinkie replied rolling her eyes. Like before, she didn’t address Rarity’s aside at all. “I mean, just look at him. Have you ever seen a her with a thingy like that? Heck, have you ever seen a stallion, besides Big Mac, who has a thingy like that? Dusky is all stallion, so he can’t be a her. That’s the whole point. Twilight wanted to see what it was like to be a him. But boy, would it be confusing if he had the same name as her. So Twilight thought up a stallion name for when she was a he. Understand?”

Dusk was sure he could hear crickets as Rarity said nothing for a moment. Finally, he heard her take a deep breath, and say. “Pinkie Pie, I can honestly say that made no sense at all.”

“Thanks,” Pinkie Pie said cheerfully.

Dusk could see that this was going nowhere, and he was a big miffed at that. He’d presented Rarity with a valid refutal of her hypothesis, and she’d rejected it. That was not good science. Given the adventures they had been on, Dusk’s current situation was far from being the strangest thing Rarity had been forced to deal with. He calmed himself. Maybe this was part of the game? Maybe the whole point was that he wasn’t suppose to convince Rarity he was who he was, but rather he was supposed to break free of her restraints and reverse their roles. His cock grew even harder than it had been at that thought. It would be so good to be back in control of the situation, more or less.

Despite his physical reaction to Rarity’s touch, Dusk was not happy with his current role in the game, if it was a game. It was frustrating to be helpless and unable to direct the action. He was not a passive pony. It was not in him to simply blindly follow another pony’s lead. At the very least he needed to participate in the decision making process. But, maybe that was the point. Rarity’s little speeches had been full of her worries that he would break free and ravage her. If his guess that those bits of dialogue were game hints, then he wasn’t suppose to just passively lie here and allow Rarity to stage direct him. Maybe while he was feeling frustrated at having to be so passive, Rarity was frustrated at having to lead him by the nose instead of him playing his proper role. Celestia knows he’d listened to Rarity trumpeting the virtues of enough fictional male stallions to know that she had a penchant for dark forceful stallion’s who didn’t take no for an answer.

It seemed that he was going to have to be more forceful in his arguments. His vision had cleared up and his headache had retreated. He wasn’t at one hundred percent, but he was confident that he was now more than capable of extricating himself from his current situation and overpowering Rarity without doing her any harm. Even if he was mistaken and Rarity was deadly serious about resisting his attempts at breaking free.

Carefully Dusk felt for the straps holding him in place with his magic. Unfortunately, despite his best efforts at masking his attempt, Rarity had not been distracted enough by her argument with Pinkie Pie to miss the tell-tale glow around Dusk’s horn.

“I warned you, fiend,” Rarity shouted as her magic lashed out and wrapped around the switch that energized the sensors. “Stop now, or face the consequences. I will use your device. Don’t think I won't!” And just in case her threat to energize him was not enough she grabbed hold of his penis. Only in her haste, and because her focus was divided, she ended up latching onto the fat spade-shaped flange rather than his shaft or balls. Dusk jolted in his bindings as the tip of one of Rarity’s fingers pressed against the slit in the tip of his penis. At the same time she hauled back on his shaft, yanking it between his legs so the tip pointed behind him. On second thought, maybe her handhold was not an accident.

Dusk braced himself and continued to work to free his bound limbs. He was confident he’d be able to work his magic through the mild distraction caused by the high frequency voltage of the sensor. But he wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to ignore the sensation caused by Rarity trying to use his cock like some sort of brake lever. He gritted his teeth and continued his efforts, determined to ignore all distractions. After all, she’d once spent one hour every day for three weeks meditating under an ice cold shower while trying to juggle a dozen balls. A little discomfort was not going to stop him from straightening out this stupid misunderstanding. He winced at Rarity gave his shaft a hard tug. Okay, a great deal of distraction. Boy, he really could use one of those cold showers now.

“Stop! I’ll do it. Don’t think I won’t,” Rarity threatened again, her voice growing ever more frantic. Dusk felt pride in his friend. Even under this pressure she was reluctant to cause him serious harm. Either that, or she was bluffing and very well knew that her threat had nothing backing it up. And what if this was still a game? He wished he could remember. Maybe he was supposed to writhe in agony if Rarity threw the switch. He decided it didn’t matter. He was breaking loose and taking charge. The truth of the situation could be determined after that.

“Yes,” Dusk hissed as he freed his right wrist. He was rather proud of himself. It hadn’t been easy to concentrate with Rarity playing tug-of-war with his penis. The poor thing felt like it was about to be pulled out by the roots. Perversely, the feel of Rarity’s hand pulling on him had him almost as aroused as in pain. It was a good thing he’d be free in a few seconds because he wasn't sure how long it would be before he suffered a very embarrassing reaction.

“You fool! I warned you,” Rarity cried out in frustration and fear. With a click the switch she had wrapped her magic around clicked on.

Nothing happened.

Dusk would have heaved a sigh of relief, if he hadn’t been under so much stress. The electrical current might not have harmed him, but he hadn’t been looking forward to experiencing it. Feeling the effects second hand while copulating with Pinkie had been intense enough for him.

“It’s the one next to it. The nice yellow one,” Pinkie offered helpfully.

“Thank goodness, Pinkie. I knew he could not keep you under control for long,” Rarity said in relief as she threw the correct switch.

Dusk barely had time to direct a hurt look toward Pinkie Pie before the current hit. It turned out that he’d only been partially correct about being able to focus through the electrical shocks. The tingling around his horn was distracting, but he would have been able to cast magic despite that. He never got the chance to try because the effect from the toy plugged into his other end was not nearly as easy to ignore. In fact, he stopped being aware of pretty much everything as the electrified glass butt-plug sent bolts of lightning into his prostate gland.

“Gyaaaa!,” Dusk cried out as he felt his balls contract in reaction. He was helpless to prevent the involuntary reaction of his body. The arousal caused by Rarity’s mauling of his sexual equipment combined with the electrical stimulation was too much to endure. Feeling utterly humiliated, he began to ejaculate, the powerful release causing his body to jerk and twist in his bonds. The restrictions he was under only served to increase the power of his release. Behind him he heard Rarity cry out in shock. A moment later he felt her futilely trying to stem the flood by clamping down on his shaft while wrapping her hand around the end of his cock. Her efforts only intensified his feelings while doing nothing to stop the pulses of spunk exiting the tip of his penis.

Always before climaxes had left him with feeling sated and with a sense of accomplishment. Not this time. Dusk felt humiliated and frustrated, as well as betrayed. He was the one who was supposed to take the lead. He was the one who was supposed to be in charge.

He was a prince, gosh darn it.

The proud Alicorn lost control. Concern for Rarity took second stage to freeing himself and taking control of this situation. Even as his cock pulsed out a last few jets of sperm Dusk’s eyes turned into glowing disks of white and a magical aura encompassed his entire body. There was a clinking sound as the small flask on his horn bounced off a wall several yards away. Dusk resumed his attempts to gain his freedom; this time there was nothing held back. His bonds didn’t loosen, they shredded. Dusk Shine floated up into the air and pivoted till he was facing a very frightened looking Rarity.

The unicorn mare was dressed in a simple cream colored dress that was currently, along with Rarity’s arms and face, splattered with heavy drooling clumps of Dusk’s sperm. Dusk’s pupiless eyes fixed on Rarity as his magic reached out and shredded her clothing just as it had his bonds. For a moment Rarity was totally nude, and then the strands of fabric from her destroyed outfit wrapped around her in a cloud that spun faster and faster. When the motion stilled Rarity was mummified by the form fitting bindings with only her horn and tail peeking out of the cloth. The unicorn toppled forward and was caught by Dusk’s magic just before she hit muzzle first. Only muffled protesting noises coming from inside the encasement showed that Rarity was still among the conscious.

“Ooooh, scary,” Pinkie Pie cheered, clapping her hands together in glee. “Uh oh,” she gulped when Dusk’s head swiveled in her direction. “Now, Dusky. Let’s not be hasty,” she said as she backed toward the exit. The makeshift ball gag she had created flew through the air and muffled any other words Pinkie might say. A moment later Dusk’s discarded lab coat underwent the same deconstruction as Rarity’s dress and it was a mummified Pinkie’s turn to topple, in her case backward. Unlike Rarity, Pinkie’s large breasts were left bare as well as her poofy tail, but her muffled protests were just as faint.

Dusk cocked his head to one side and twitched an ear toward Pinkie. He smiled as the glow in his eyes faded. It was very muffled, true, but he was nearly certain that, unlike Rarity, Pinkie’s faint voice was saying, “Scary, scary, scary,” in a delighted tone. The amount of volume taken up by her twitching tail also indicated that Pinkie was highly delighted with the current turn of events. He turned his attention toward Rarity, and his smile shifted from fondness to anticipation.

The rumpled and out of sorts Alicorn gestured with his hand as his horn glowed and fine filaments detached from the fabric wrapped around the two helpless mares, floating up toward the ceiling. They attached and contracted and both Pinkie and Rarity were lifted into the air in a vertical position with their rear hooves a half a foot off the floor.

Dusk heaved a sigh. He supposed the most logical and sensible thing to do at this point was to make use of the antidote. After inflicting such extreme bondage on Rarity it was likely the only way she’d accept the truth. He’d already been male for two days longer than he’d intended. And it wasn’t like he hadn’t known he’d have to change back. Still, he couldn’t help but feel regret as he turned toward the bench the big flask of restorative potion rested on.

Dusk’s stomach gave a lurch as for the first time he spotted the overturned bench and the shattered glassware that meant there was not going to be any easy solution to his current situation. And that he was going to be male for much longer than he had intended. He felt an oncoming panic attack at the realization that it would be almost impossible to keep his experiment a secret now. Everyone in Ponyville was going to know what a huge pervert he was. Even worse, Princess Celestia would know. His heart raced and a cold sweat broke out all over his body as he imagined her look of disdain when she discovered what he’d been up to.

Dusk ran a hand through his mane, and winced as he rubbed a sore spot at the back of his head. Feeling carefully, he made out a huge bump. Combined with the overturned bench and shattered hopes on the floor it pretty much painted a picture of what his missing memories contained. Rarity had used some sort of blunt instrument to knock him out, and into the bench.

He tried to tell himself that her actions had been justified by what she’d walked in on, but it was very difficult. He hadn’t been doing anything wrong. She’d jumped to conclusions and ruined a special moment with Pinkie Pie. As a result of her actions he was going to become the laughing stock of all of Equestria.

He looked over at where Rarity’s helpless form hung from the ceiling. Her every curve perfectly highlighted by the skin-tight wrappings that bound her. Dusk Shine wasn’t ashamed in the slightest when his sperm smeared cock twitched between his legs. Objectively he knew he shouldn’t be aroused by the helplessness of his friend, but at the moment he couldn’t bring himself to care. Due to Rarity jumping to a false assumption, apparently based on a plot from one of the Daring Do books, she had wreaked havoc on his life. She clearly needed to learn a lesson, and currently, he was just the stallion to do it. His cock swelled in anticipation and his heart filled with righteous wrath, Dusk took a step toward Rarity, and then winced. His hands went to his backside where a certain sex toy was still lodged. His swelling cock lost a great deal of its stiffness as he flushed in embarrassment.

Okay, first he had to visit the washroom, then he would thoroughly chastise Rarity for her poor judgement, and for shoving a butt-plug up his ass. Leaving the two mares dangling for all the world like some giant spider had bundled them up and stuck them in its larder till such time as it grew hungry, he left the room.

Author's Notes:

Looks like Rarity is about to learn that when you mess with bull, you get the horns, or in this case, the horn.

Hopefully I'll have Ch 12, ... Is good for the Gander, up before Christmas.