It was a lovely summer day in Equestria. Made all the more lovely by the drink in Sweetie Drop’s hand and the scantily clad mares and stallions frolicking along the beach. She sipped at her martini, reflecting on the mission she had just completed.

She smiled, watching Lyra build a sand castle. The oblivious unicorn thought they were just on vacation, getting away from the insanity of Ponyville. Sweetie thought about the mint colored mare next to her. Sweetie had considered dating her on more than one occasion. But her track record of flings on missions and her dangerous job as an agent of the crown always killed the idea. She always asked herself, which did she love more, Lyra or her job? So far, the job won every time.

“Eh, it's fine.” She shrugged, moving her gaze past her friend. Her eyes locked onto a stallion rubbing lotion onto the back of a mare. Said mare’s cutie marks peeked out of her bikini bottom. “Damn, she’s got a nice ass “ sweetie smirked, watching the pair for a bit. Then her ears perked up as she noticed something from the corner of her eye. A stallion was approaching her from behind and trying to look unassuming. She subtly stood up and looked at Lyra. “Lyra, I’m gonna go hit the little filly’s room real quick.”

“Don't be too long!” Lyra smiled at her. Sweetie returned the smile and started walking to a secluded area. She looked out the corner of her eye and saw that the stallion was still approaching.

“If you don't want your arms broken, you'll tell me what you want.” She growled, spinning around to confront him.

“You have another mission, Agent Drops,” the stallion said, not flinching from the threat.

“Oh come on!” She growled. “I’m on vacation!”

“Do you want me to pass that message onto Princess Celestia?” the stallion asked as he tapped the face of his watch.

Bon Bon grit her teeth. “What's the mission?”

The stallion pulled out a manilla folder and handed it over to her. “You’ll like this one. We believe that the eccentric billionaire Fancy Pants and his wife Fleur de Lis are linked to a transformative candy that was given to a small town as some kind of test. We need you to break into their summer home to see if you can find the recipe along with the details of their plan.”

“That's it?” She asked, flipping through the folder. She stopped on a picture of an normal, albeit handsome stallion labeled, “Transformed Subject”. “What’s the story of this stallion? He doesn’t look transformed to me.”

“That's supposed to be a twelve year old filly.”

“...And now I feel gross for what I was just thinking,” Sweetie said, retching.

“We are working on a cure, but we need that recipe,” he stressed.

“Yeah, I’ll get it,” Sweetie assured him. “Though I may not need to force my way into the summer home,” she concluded with a smirk.

“Time is of the essence, I suggest you head out now.”

“Fine, I’ll have to make up a family emergency to get away from my friend over there.” Sweetie sighed. “I trust the agency will help with the cover story?”

“Of course.” He nodded. She nodded as well and rushed back to Lyra with a panicked look.

“Lyra, I have to go!” Sweetie shouted. “I just found out that my uncle was in a carriage accident!”

“What?!” Lyra asked, running over, “Is he okay?”

“I don’t know,” Sweetie said. “But I’ve gotta go to Fillydelphia to make sure.” She put her hands on Lyra’s shoulders. “I’d ask you to come with me, but this is a family only thing. So I need you to enjoy the rest of this vacation for the both of us.”

“Okay Bonny.” Lyra nodded, pulling her into a tight hug.

‘A part of me is disturbed by how easy I find it to lie to her,’ Sweetie thought as she returned the hug. ‘Oh well, necessary evil and all that.’
.

“Tell your uncle I hope he gets better.” Lyra pulled away, giving her a warm smile.

“Don’t you worry, my uncle’s as stubborn as Applejack,” Sweetie said with a smile. “He’ll pull through.”

She nodded. “I'll miss you.”

“Oh please, I bet once I’m gone you’ll find a nice mare or stallion to keep you company while I’m in Fillydelphia,” Sweetie teased, waving her hand over Lyra’s body.

“Yeah...” Lyra looked away, rubbing her neck.

“Alright, I’ve gotta go,” Sweetie said, turning to leave. “Stay out of trouble.” She started jogging back to the hotel.

“Okay...” Lyra muttered, watching her roommate run off, hugging herself quietly.

Sweetie ran through everything she knew about Fancy Pants and Fleur de Lis as she rode the train. She had heard several rumors floating around Canterlot that the couple were swingers. If that was the case then she could use her favorite tool in her arsenal, sex appeal.

“They won't even see me coming.” She smirked, cracking her knuckles. The train finally screeched to a halt, signalling she was at her destination. She gathered her things and hopped off.

She took in her surroundings, slowly beginning to walk forward. The place was a famous beach town, one where many rich ponies and celebrities had property. She adjusted her sunglasses and started to familiarize herself with the town.

“Wish I could get a place this nice...” she grumbled, passing a few houses. “I’m asking Princess Celestia for a raise as soon as I’m done with this. She owes me for interrupting my vacation with my best friend.”

She searched around a bit longer before spotting her targets, currently sunbathing on the beach.

‘Perfect,’ she thought. ‘Time to break out the sexy bikini that I had Rarity make me for just such an occasion.’

She ducked into a changing room and quickly changed into the skimpy suit. She strutted out again, a confident smile on her muzzle. She made sure to move past the pair, putting an exaggerated sway to her movements. She caught the attention of the pair of white unicorns, the two of them sharing a lidded look before returning their gaze to her. For extra measure, she winked at them before picking a spot to settle on.

“Excuse me, Miss, would you care to join us?” Fancy Pants asked, standing in front of her with a smile.

“Who me?” Sweetie asked, looking up at him.

“Yes, a lone and very attractive mare such as yourself is sure to receive much attention. But that can be avoided if you’re with my wife and I.” He kept up his polite smile.

“That is a very generous offer Mr...?”

“Fancy Pants,” he replied with a chuckle. “Though, as you can see, there’s nothing very fancy about them at the moment.” He gestured to his bathing suit.

She giggled. “Very nice to meet you Mr. Fancy, I'm Bon Bon.”.

“No doubt you were named such because you’re as sweet as candy.” Fancy helped her to her hooves.

“You're quite the charmer.”

“I have to be to keep up with my wife,” he said, chuckling and leading them back to where Fleur was still sunbathing. “My dear, this is Ms.Bon Bon. Ms.Bon Bon, my wife Fleur De Lis.”

“Oh how marvelous,” Fleur said, clapping her hands together. “You have a Prench name as well.”

“My grandmother emigrated when she was a filly,” Bon Bon explained.

“Of course,” Fleur nodded. “My mother took me to Canterlot when I was a teenager. It took forever for me to lose the accent. Though, Fancy seems to like it when we’re alone.” She shot Fancy a seductive look.

“It is quite sexy dear.” He smirked at her.

“You mean like how you think that mustache is sexy?” She lightly tugged on part of his facial hair.

“You can't deny it is.” He smirked. Fleur just smiled and rolled her eyes.

“Whatever you say, dear.”

Sweetie looked between them, giggling a little.

“How very rude of us,” Fancy said, straightening out his mustache. “We’ve been neglecting to pay attention to Miss Bon Bon.”

“It's alright,” Sweetie assured them.

“Tell us a little more about yourself,” Fleur said, smiling at Sweetie.

“What would you like to know?”

“Let’s start with the simple question of what you do for a living and work our way to the more deep and probing questions,” Fancy said.

“I own a candy shop down in Ponyville,” she replied, smiling softly.

“Oh, do not tell me such things,” Fleur pouted and covered her ears. “Candy is my weakness. Now I’ll want to try what you make and then I’ll have to work out like a fiend afterward to keep my modelling figure.”

“I'll try to be a good influence,” Sweetie promised.

“Oh please, your figure will be fine after a few pieces of candy,” Fancy said. “We will have to visit your store when we return to Canterlot.”

“I’d be happy to serve you!” Sweetie beamed.

“You’ll be the death of my career.” Fleur huffed and crossed her arms under her chest. Sweetie snuck a look, Fleur had some nice tits.

“Oh no, if you stop modeling we’ll go from being obscenely wealthy to just wealthy,” Fancy said sarcastically.

'These two are evil?’ Sweetie asked, looking between them.

“I like my job.” Fleur pouted. “If I had wanted to be a trophy wife then I would’ve married a politician.”

“I’d never ask you to leave your job,” Fancy assured her, giving her a kiss.

‘Seriously, these two are evil?’ Sweetie thought incredulously.

“Do you have plans for the day Bon Bon?” Fleur asked, looking at her.

“I was just planning on soaking up the sun and maybe seeing what the nightlife is like.” Sweetie shrugged.

“Perhaps we could entice you into heading home with us?” Fleur asked with a wink.

“Well, you two do seem nice,” Sweetie replied as she tapped her chin in thought. “Plus, this might be the only chance I have at seeing the inside of one of these homes here.”

“Excellent!” Fancy clapped. “Shall we?” He asked, locking arms with Fleur.

“Lead the way,” Sweetie said with a bright smile.

‘Rarity and the agent training do great work for sex appeal,’ Sweetie thought. ‘This was almost too easy.’

They started to walk, heading to their home. They lead her to a beach house, sitting on a bluff overlooking the ocean.

“I went into the wrong line of work,” Sweetie said, letting out an impressed whistle.

“I think we can both agree to that, Agent Sweetie Drops.” Fleur grinned, zapping Sweetie with a spell before she could react.

“Shi-” Sweetie grunted before passing out. When she woke up, she was blindfolded and all of her limbs were tied to something.

“Ah!” Came Fleur's voice. “You're awake.”

“Ya know, I was kinda hoping the agency’s info was wrong for once,” Sweetie muttered as she tested whatever she was tied with. “You two certainly are convincing at that sweet married couple act.”

“I assure you my dear.” Fleur lifted her head up. “It’s no act.”

“Oh right because turning fillies into full grown stallions is the hot, new couples activity in Equestria,” Sweetie said, her voice oozing sarcasm.

“You just don't understand,” Fleur tsked.

“Then enlighten me,” Sweetie said.

“You see, my husband and I are Disciples of Chaos,” Fleur explained, “There's too much harmony going around these days.”

“So why not just fill a fountain with gelatin like all the other teenagers who say they’re Disciples of Chaos?” Sweetie huffed.

“You think too small. I assume you were sent to stop us?”

“Actually my mission was to just nab the recipe so the boys in the lab could make a cure, and find to out your plan. Nothing involving direct confrontation.” Sweetie shrugged to the best of her ability.

“Who am I to deny you.” Fleur held Sweeties mouth open with her magic, dropping a piece of candy in. Sweetie was about to spit it out, but then her face lit up. This was one of the best pieces of candy she had ever tasted! Before she knew it, the candy dissolved in her mouth and she swallowed. “That's a good girl.” Fleur cooed.

“So, I guess I’m gonna be a stallion,” Sweetie groaned.

“Actually dear.” Fleur popped another candy into her captive's mouth. “The effects are random.”

“...Considering who you and your husband are followers of, you would think I’d have seen that coming.” Sweetie sighed, rolling the candy around her mouth.

“Not as observant as you thought hm?”

“Forgive me if my mind isn’t in top shape after being conked out by your magic and tied down to what I assume is a bed,” Sweetie said.

“Quite astute.”

“So, how long does this transforming candy thing take?” Sweetie asked. “‘Cause I’ve got this uncle in Fillydelphia who’s in the hospital,” she lied.

“it's already working my dear.”

“Okay, and I know I’m gonna regret this, but what’s different? The mane, the coat?”

“Think broader dear.”

“I’m just asking since I don’t feel any different,” Sweetie said.

“Your now of the avian variety.”

“Are you saying I’m a griffin?!” Sweetie screeched, thrashing against her bonds.

“And a pretty one at that.” Sweetie gasped, feeling a hand caress a limb that had not existed moments before. “Maybe we’ll keep you? Put you in a nice, gilded cage.”

“Whatever.” Sweetie slumped into the bed she was tied to. “Not like I can go back to Ponyville like this. My cover’d be blown.”

Fleur clamped her beak shut. “Swallow your candy dear.” Sweetie didn’t object and swallowed the candy. “Good birdie,” Fleur cooed, squeezing Sweetie’s breasts. Sweetie let out a weak squawk and squirmed her legs a little.

“Does the birdie like?” Fleur asked, tugging on her nipple. Sweetie squawked again and nodded. “Good!” Fleur beamed, slipping another candy into her beak. Sweetie just swallowed the candy, not even bothering to taste it. “And here I thought it'd take longer to break you.”

“I can’t go back to the life I had before,” Sweetie said. “Not like this anyway. Plus, I can think of way worse things than having sex with you and Fancy Pants.”

“Well aren't you a smart one?”

“Not as smart as the two of you apparently,” Sweetie said. “You two knew who I was and managed to actually trick me.”

“You do have quite the reputation.”

“Do I even wanna know what you’ve heard about me?” Sweetie asked with a sigh.

“Nothing but good things I assure you.” Fleur reached down, rubbing her longer lips. Sweetie squawked again and rubbed her legs together. “We’re gonna have so much fun together.”

“I’m having a hard time disagreeing with you right now,” Sweetie said as Fleur continued to caress her.

“Does birdie want more candy?”

“That depends, would mistress like me to change more?” Sweetie asked.

“That I would.” She pushed a few of them into her beak. Sweetie carefully swallowed each of them one at a time.

“How do I look now, Mistress Fleur?” Sweetie asked.

“Very scaley, though your twin is most gorgeous.”

“Huh, being a dragon might actually be fun,” Sweetie said, her new tail wagging a bit. “Wait... twin?”

“Where am I?” a familiar sounding voice chimed in next to her.

“...So that’s what you meant,” Sweetie deadpanned. Fleur reached up, removing the blindfold. Standing next to Sweetie was a griffon version of herself, sporting a much nicer figure and a very erect cock.”Whoa, that’s some very effective candy,” Sweetie said, blinking from the sudden brightness.

“This is weird...” the griffon muttered.

“Not as weird as the mission in Saddle Arabia,” the dragon offered.

“Sit birdie,” Fleur commanded. The griffon Sweetie sat down on the edge of the bed. She then looked at Fleur and awaited further orders.

“Please your sister.” Fleur smirked. The griffon climbed between dragon Sweetie’s legs and dragged her tongue across her folds. Sweetie moaned, squirming around. This spurred griffon Sweetie on as she continued to lick the dragon. Fleur watched eagerly, sliding a hand under her dress. The two Sweetie’s didn’t notice as the griffon started to grope the dragon’s ass as she buried her beak into the dragon’s lower lips.

“O-oh Faust!” Sweetie moaned, her tongue hanging out.

“Yeah, I know what you like,” griffon Sweetie said, squeezing her twin’s scaled ass. She then nipped her twin’s clit. Sweetie moaned, arching her back. The griffon continued to nip and lashed her tongue against her twin’s clit.

“You put on quite the act...” Fleur moaned, an erection sticking out from her crotch. This caught the two Sweetie’s attention as they regarded the throbbing length.

“So… has that thing been used on Fancy?” They asked in unison.

Fleur just smiled at them.

Griffon Sweetie took a breath, looking at her twin. “You up for playing along?” She whispered.

“I was thinking about it,” dragon Sweetie replied.

Griffin winked, nipping at her clit. Dragon Sweetie moaned and arched her back. Fleur moaned, stroking her erection. Griffin reached up, slowly untying Sweetie’s hand. Fleur didn’t seem to notice as she watched Griffon Sweetie eat out her twin. She moved her hand down, untying her leg. Fleur bit her lip as she stroked herself faster. Griffin freed aher other leg, licking along Sweeties shaft.

“Mmm, you two are going to be a treat to keep around,” Fleur said as her horn glowed and and her dress was pulled off. “Fancy is going to love the shows you put on.” Her magic then started to tease her lower lips.

“I-I bet...”Sweetie moaned, looking down at the griffon. The griffon nodded and subtly freed the dragon’s other hand. Just as they were about to turn and jump at Fleur, they were stopped by two quick zaps of magic, paralyzing them.

“Such naughty pets.” Fleur frowned.

“H-how are you so proficient in magic?” Griffon Sweetie grunted. “You’re a model.”

“I'm also a chaos priestess.” Fleur smirked.

“Our info team needs a revamping,” Dragon Sweetie muttered.

“Still, you need to be punished.” Fleur levitated over some bondage gear, wrapping Griffon up. Griffon grunted and squawked indignantly, but couldn’t resist thanks to the spell.

Fleur hummed, pushing a vibrator into her, turning it on. She smirked at her muffled moans, sliding a ring down to the base of her erection. “Can't have you cumming without permission.” Dragon Sweetie gulped, wondering what Fleur had in store for her as she watched her twin let out muffled moans and twitched weakly. Fleur went further, placing clamps on her nipples and clit.

“Now, open wide.” Fleur grabbed a few more candies, looking at Sweetie. Dragon Sweetie snuck a quick glance at her twin before opening her mouth. “Good girl.” She popped them into her maw.

Sweetie shuddered, watching as another version of herself pulled away from her, staying a dragon while she became a Diamond Dog.

“Wh-where am I?” the cream colored dragon asked while she whipped her head around the room.

“I should start labeling you, don't you think Sweetie Drops Prime?”

“It is starting to get a bit confusing,” Sweetie Prime agreed. Fleur conjured up some collars, sliding them onto their necks, labeling them 1-3.

“And I wouldn’t try anything again,” Fleur said as she looked between the three Sweeties. “Those collars will punish you if you try to escape or harm your master and mistress.”

“Oh come on...” the dragon muttered, tugging at her collar.

“I prefer to cum in rather than on,” Fleur said as she shot Sweetie 3 a seductive look. Sweetie 3 blushed, looking at her. “And it sounds like you’re not opposed to that either.” Fleur smirked and beckoned Sweetie 3 over with a finger. She got up, walking over. “Do you want your mistress to fuck you?”

“Y-yes...” she nodded.

“Then get on your hands and knees,” Fleur commanded. “And raise that tail up high.” Sweetie 3 did so, presenting herself. Fleur licked her lips and got behind Sweetie 3 and teased her lower lips. The dragon moaned, biting her lip. Fleur then thrusted into the dragoness, hilting her length in one smooth motion.

“This is not going well...” Sweetie gulped, watching them.

“Mmph!” Sweetie two grunted as her body thrashed around.

“How do I get out of this?” Sweetie looked around, desperate for an escape.

“You don’t,” Fleur said as she started thrusting into Sweetie 3. “But don’t worry, you’ll enjoy your time with us.”

Sweetie whined, increasing her frantic search. Fleur rolled her eyes as she continued to thrust into the moaning dragoness.

“Did you forget what I told you about your collar?”

“I’ll get out of here, you hear me?”

“I’m looking forward to your attempts,” Fleur said. “It will mean I’ll get to punish you in fun ways.”

Sweetie growled, baring her fangs.

“Attack me and that collar will make you regret it,” Fleur reminded her as she pulled on the base of Sweetie 3’s tail as her hips jackhammered into the dragoness. Sweetie leapt at her, tackling her off 3. The collar on Sweetie started to glow and a shock coursed through her.

Sweetie howled in pain, her body freezing up.

“I warned you.” Fleur sighed as she picked herself up. “Sweetie 3, are you okay?”

“I'm okay.” The dragon nodded.

“Very good,” Fleur replied with a smile. “Shall we pick up where we left off before we were so rudely interrupted?” 3 nodded again. Sweetie watched, managing to crawl a bit away. Fleur lit up her horn and cut off the shock as she plunged back into Sweetie 3. Sweetie let out a sigh of relief, nearly collapsing on the ground. “Tell your sisters how it feels to follow orders,” Fleur whispered in the dragon’s ear as she gently squeezed the base of her tail.

“So good!” 3 moaned, bucking back against her.

“And would you like your master and mistress to make you feel like this all the time?” Fleur asked giving the back of 3’s neck.

“Yes!” She cried out. Sweetie pulled herself to her knees, spotting a few stray candies laying on the table.

“Such a good girl~” Fleur cooed. She moved her hands up, giving 3’s breasts a squeeze. Sweetie looked over her shoulder, quickly snatching up the candies.

‘Here goes nothing,’ Sweetie thought as she swallowed the candies. She made sure to save a few just in case. Shudders ran through her as Sweetie 4 split from her, staying a diamond dog as she turned into a zebra. Suddenly, another collar popped into existence and snapped around Sweetie 4’s neck.

“Oh, silly me,” Fleur said, not slowing down her thrusting. “I forgot to mention that the spell on your collars are set to create a new one around any duplicates created.”

“It was a good plan...” 4 offered.

“Yeah, but in hindsight, it’s kinda obvious she’d have a plan for that kinda thing.” Sweetie sighed.

“We still have some left,” 4 pointed out.

“Should the both of us eat them and see if something other than more of us pop out?” Sweetie asked, holding out half the remaining candies to 4. “Maybe there’s something that’ll help us get out,” she whispered.

“You try that, I got something special in mind for these.”

“Okay.” Sweetie then swallowed her half of the candies. She moaned, watching as a second erection sprouted from her crotch and what looked like chocolate milk starting to leak from her breasts. “...Well, more clones didn’t pop out,” she said, a confused look on her face.

“Is that chocolate milk?”4 asked.

“That would appear to be the case.” Sweetie sighed. “So much for that idea.”

“At least those are pretty interesting changes.” 4 offered. Sweetie glared, letting out a snort. “What, like you don’t wanna try using both those things on a mare?” 4 asked with an incredulous look.

“That's not the point and you know it.”

“I’m just trying to look on the bright side.” 4 shrugged.

“If we don’t get out of here, the two of them are going to turn us into sex crazed bimbos.”

“That basically sounds like what we already were,” 4 pointed out. “We’d just be with significantly less partners.”

“I am not a bimbo!” Sweetie huffed.

“Uh huh, and how many sexual partners have you had?” 4 asked with a quirked brow.

“You're supposed to be on my side!!” Sweetie growled.

“I am on your side,” 4 replied. “But I’m also just being honest. Plus, we like sex, nothing to be ashamed of there.” Sweetie huffed, crossing her arms.

“The two of you argue like an old married couple,” Fleur said, standing up from a content looking 3.

“Oh screw off.” Sweetie rolled her eyes.

“Now there’s an idea,” Fleur replied with a smile as she strode up to Sweetie. “Wanna see how well you can use those things?~”

“No I don’t.” sweetie glared into her eyes.

“Aww, don’t be such a party pooper.” Fleur pouted. She then walked over to 2 and pulled the vibrator and gag out of her. “How about you birdie? Do you want a chance to use that new piece of meat of yours?”

“I’m, gonna... kill you...” 2 panted, dripping on the floor.

“I’ll let you cum inside me and spank me~” Fleur offered with a sweet smile. 2 gave a weak hiss, looking at the ground. “Is 3 the only good one amongst you?” Fleur pouted and turned back to the dragon. “3, would you like to use your erection on me?”

“O-okay...” 3 nodded, still tired out.

“Since you’ve been so good, that wasn’t an order but a question,” Fleur said. “Feel free to say no if you want.” 3 nodded, laying her head back down. “Well, it seems three of you need more time to adjust to all of this. 3, you may join your master and I in the master bedroom.” Fleur helped 3 to her feet. “Fancy and I will see the rest of you tomorrow.”

“Go choke on a dick,” Sweetie scoffed.

“Fancy does love when I blow him,” the unicorn retorted, walking out of the room with 3. When she was gone, the bindings holding 2 disappeared.

“Oh thank Faust...” 2 muttered, rubbing her wrists.

“Well, now we’ve got three heads to put together for an escape plan,” Sweetie said.

“I’m up for that.” 4 nodded.

“Well, the collar is our biggest obstacle,” 2 offered. “We’ve gotta do something about that before anything else.”

“Any ideas on that?” Sweetie asked, trying to ignore her throbbing crotch.

“Going at it physically would only result in us getting one tartarus of a shock,” 4 noted, stealing glances at 2’s crotch as well. “And considering that these things are likely made with chaos magic, regular magic may have little to no effect at best.”

“I still have a piece or two of that candy...” Sweetie offered.

“At least that’d be better than doing nothing,” 2 grumbled.

“Should I...?” Sweetie asked, looking at the pieces in her hand.

“It’s our best bet at the moment,” 4 said. “Unless you want to try thinking of something else?”

“Well... here goes...” Sweetie gulped, downing one of her two remaining candies. The other two watched, waiting for the transformation. Sweetie started to glow and a zebra split off from her. Sweetie was left as a deer version of herself, still sporting two dicks and chocolate milk in her breasts.

“Woah...” 5 said, looking between the others. A collar then latched around 5’s neck.

“And another one joins the party.” 2 sighed.

“Should I pop the last one?” Sweetie asked dejectedly.

“Let me do it,” 4 said as she took the candy. “I think you’ve had enough transformations today.” She popped the candy in her mouth and swallowed. 4 let out a groan, 6 splitting off from her, being a siren.

“Hi!” 6 beamed in a chipper tone.

“Hi...” 2 replied, curling up on the bed.

“2 might have the right idea,” 4 said as she joined 2 on the bed. “Sleep might help us clear our minds to come up with a plan.” Sweetie sighed, climbing into bed with them. 6 joined in as well and snuggled up to Sweetie.

“Is there enough room for me?” 5 asked, gazing at the bed.

“There is if we cuddle in close,” 4 noted as she got the others to scoot up against one another. 5 smiled, climbing in with them.

“Well, at least this is comfy,” Sweetie said. “Even if 6’s dick is poking at my ass.”

“Sorry!” The rest of the group rolled their eyes as they tried to get some sleep.

“Time to wake up girls!” Fancy called, walking into the room.

“Let me guess, we’ve gotta follow some order before we’re allowed to eat breakfast?” Sweetie sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

“I’d never be so heartless.” Fancy snapped his fingers, a servant wheeling in a long cart, stuffed to the brim with food.

“Looks like you’re the good cop to Fleur’s bad cop,” 2 noted, glaring at the servant and the food.

“Please, eat,” Fancy insisted, gesturing to the cart.

“You eat some of it first,” Sweetie insisted. “How do we know that you didn’t put something in there to make us more agreeable?”

Fancy rolled his eyes, grabbing a donut off the cart, taking a big bite out of it. “Satisfied?” They shared a look before they all grabbed food and started eating. They all then stared at Fancy, waiting for him to do something. “What?”

“We’re just waiting to see what you’ll do,” Sweetie said after swallowing a bite of quiche.

“Just eat up alright?”

“Oh yeah because letting our guard down in front of our kidnapper is a great idea.” 2 rolled her eyes.

“I'll take my leave for now then.” Fancy turned, leading the servant out of the room.

“Does anybody have an idea yet?” 4 asked.

“Don’t you still have a bunch of candy left?” Sweetie asked, looking at her.

“I guess I could give it another go,” 4 agreed, swallowing one of her candies.

“That's... not what I meant at all...” Sweetie sighed, watching 7 split off, appearing to be a tatzlpony.

”Are you thinking I should try and feed some of these to our captors?” 4 asked, looking at her remaining candies.

“Yes 4 I am.” Sweetie nodded.

“Hey yeah,” 6 said. “If they transform into another species they won’t be able to do magic anymore.”

“Exactly.” Sweetie grinned. “We just gotta hope they haven’t broke 3 completely.”

“And how do we get them to eat the candy?” 7 asked. “If we do anything to them we get shocked.”

“Give them what they want,” 2 said, “And just pop it into their mouths when they're too distracted.”

“Then I guess we just wait for them to wanna try and bang us,” 6 said, getting comfy on the bed.

“Yup.” 7 nodded, testing out her tongues.

“Those things are creepy,” 4 said.

“They are not.” 7 pouted, glaring at her.

“Can we not start a fight with each other?” Sweetie asked. “We’re a team here.”

“Sorry...” 7 withdrew her tongues, closing her mouth.

“So, how do we pass the time until they get here now that we have a plan?” 4 asked.

“I dunno.” 6 grinned. “Anyone up for a little self-cest orgy?” The group all shared a look.

“Well, what’s the worst that could happen?” Sweetie asked as she started stroking herself to erection.

“One of us getting knocked up,” 7 pointed out.

“Oh please, none of us are in heat,” 2 waved off. “It’d be next to impossible for one of us to get pregnant now.”

“We don't know if the candies changed that,” 5 argued.

“I think it’s worth the risk,” 4 said.

“I’m not liking that idea at all...” 5 frowned.

“Then you don’t have to put anything in your pussy,” 7 said.

“She does bring up a good point...” Sweetie paused, rubbing her chin.

“Look, if we’re gonna do something let’s just do it,” 2 said. “I got blue balled hard last night and I’m horny.” 7 snaked a tongue over, wrapping it around 2’s erection. 2 moaned a bit, relaxing. “Okay, the tongues look freaky, but feel so good.” 7 smiled, keeping it up. The others watched and bit their lips, getting turned on by the impromptu show. 7 winked, wriggling her two remaining tongues. 6 and 4 went over to her without hesitating waiting for 7 to make the next move. She wrapped up their erections as well, stroking them. The three moaned in unison and started to buck against the stroking tongues.

“That's something you don’t see every day,” Sweetie commented, entranced.

“No, it really isn’t,” 5 agreed, her expression matching Sweetie’s.

“So...” Sweetie spoke, looking at 5.

“Wanna try something with each other like they are?” 5 concluded, biting her lip.

“I mean...” Sweetie gulped,rubbing her legs together.

“We could 69,” 5 offered. “No chance of pregnancy that way.”

“Works for me.” Sweetie laid down, looking up at her. 5 positioned herself so she was eye level with Sweetie’s twin erections. 5 took a deep breath and took the tip of one into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head. “Oh yeah...” Sweetie moaned, licking her tongue along 5’s own erection. 5 moaned softly as she took more of Sweetie into her mouth, tracing the veins with her tongue. Sweetie licked at the tip, working it into her mouth. The two moaned in unison as 5 wrapped her hand around Sweetie’s other erection and started to stroke it.

“You girls aren’t gonna return the favor?” 7 asked, her speech perfectly clear despite her tongues being occupied.

“I’ll take care of you,” 6 said. “Just position yourself in a way that I can get at the fun bits.” 7 obliged, winking back at 6. 6 practically leapt onto 7 and wrapped her lips around the tatzlpony’s erection. 7 moaned, arching her back.

The pile of Sweeties were too busy to notice Fleur watching from the door.

“Do you have the camera, dear?” Fleur whispered. “We could make a hefty sum of bits selling this footage.”

“Already recording.” Fancy smirked.

“Good, we can donate the money to several charities,” Fleur said with a smile. “The primary one being to our fellow disciples.”

“Of course.” He leaned down, giving her a kiss. “Shall we join them?”

“Hmm, they do appear ready to try having fun with us,” Fleur said with a slow nod. “I call dibs on the tatzlpony.”

“Why am I not surprised?”Fancy chuckled, starting to disrobe.

“Oh please, I saw the way you were eyeing the griffon one,” Fleur said as she shrugged her clothes off.

“She has nice plumage.”

“Oh ladies~!” Fleur called out.

The Sweeties paused, looking at them.

“Who would like a go at mistress?~” Fleur cooed, striking a pose for them.

“I would,” 4 said, winking at her.

“Hmm, I have never been with a diamond dog before,” Fleur said as she tapped her chin. “Very well, come give mistress some loving.” 4 smiled, pushing Fleur onto her hands and knees, thrusting into her. Fleur moaned and bucked back into 4.

“Very nice,” Fancy said as he watched the two. “And who would like to have some fun with master?”

“I suppose I can,” 6 said, looking him over.

“Splendid,” Fancy said as he held a hand out to her. She took it, getting to her hooves. 6 licked her lips, looking at his crotch. “Do you like it?” He whispered in her ear before nipping it. “It’s yours to do with as you wish for the day.” She kneeled down, giving his erection a long lick. Fancy groaned and stroked the top of her head. “That’s a good girl.”

4 grinned, grabbing the candies from their hiding spot. Fleur didn’t seem to notice as she moaned beneath 4. “Say ah..” 4 whispered in her ear shoving one of them into her mouth, clamping it shut. Fleur’s eyes widened as she struggled beneath 4. Her horn glowed and 4’s collar activated. 4 grit her teeth through the pain, not releasing her hold on Fleur’s muzzle. Fancy looked up from 6 and picked 4 up in his magic and tossed the diamond dog onto the bed.

4 yelped, shaking her head quickly. Fleur let out a sigh of relief as she spat the candy out.

“Not a bad plan,” Fancy said. “Though you neglected to go after both of us.”

“Not really~” 7 sing songed, forcing a tongue into both their mouths, having snatched up some of the loose candy. 2 and 5 quickly wrapped their hands around the pairs horns. The couple’s eyes widened as a candy was forced down their throats.

“Not so high and mighty now are you?” Sweetie asked, grinning at them. Fleur and Fancy shared a look as they waited for the candy to take effect.

Fancy let out a throaty moan as his body shimmered, slimming down and becoming rather feminine. His mustache then disappeared and his hair lengthened as a pair of breasts slowly swelled up on his chest.

“Looks like you’ll need a new name,” 7 teased, winking at him.

“It seems you’re right,” “Fancy” said as her horn lit up and all of them received a shock.

7 grinned, removing her tongue from Fleur’s mouth. The mare was shrinking in size, her horn shriveling away, being replaced by a pair of antenna.

“Fancy!” the tiny breezie cried, letting out an eep as 7 wrapped a tongue around her and withdrew the squirming mare into her mouth.

“So it seems you wish to negotiate.” Fancy huffed and cut off the shock.

“Yes, your unconditional surrender,” Sweetie demanded, narrowing her eyes.

“And 7 will eat my wife if I don’t agree,” Fancy guessed.

“Exactly.” Fancy huffed and the collars were removed from them. “Now put one on.”

“I was not expecting you to be one for revenge.” Fancy put on Sweetie’s collar.l

“It’s to keep you in line.” She poked his chest. “Now be a good girl and get me a jar and an ice pick.” Fancy complied and the pair of items popped into the room. Sweetie grabbed the jar and unscrewed the lid, holding it in front of 7’s mouth. 7 put Fleur into the jar and Sweetie put the lid on and poked air holes for the breezie.

Fleur glared from her prison, covered in saliva.

“Now, go get 3, and she better not be broken,” Sweetie growled, snorting.

“Oh 3!” Fancy called out with a roll of her eyes. A few moments later and the dragoness strode in, her collar not around her neck as she wore a robe and sipped at a mug of cocoa. She blinked at the sight as she entered the room.

“Oh uh… looks like you girls got the collars off.”

“No thanks to you,” 2 shot back. 3 shrugged.

“Hey, I’m a friggin’ clone. I don’t have a normal life to go back to. So if all I have to do to live in the lap of luxury like this is to get spitroasted by two sexy ponies, I’ll do it.”

“You're not ‘just a clone,” Sweetie assured them, taking stock of the various forms of Sweetie Drops in the room.

“My point still stands about living the good life,” 3 said. “Seriously, even between the two jobs you have and Lyra’s work we don’t come close to having half this stuff.”

“So you’re content to just be a sex slave?”

3 shrugged again. “Despite these two being Disciples of Chaos, they’re pretty okay if you get to know them.”

Fancy smirked. “Not as in charge as you thought are you, Agent Sweetie Drops?”

“Fancy, let them go,” 3 said. “There’s other ways to spread chaos rather than random transformations.”

“Oh but it's so effective.” Fancy frowned.

“Yeah, but if you don’t let them make the cure, you won’t be a father like you and Fleur planned,” 3 pointed out, poking a claw at Fancy’s lower lips

“Fleur still has the right equipment.”.

“Fancy, she’s a breezy right now.” 3 thrusted a claw at the jar containing Fleur. “You’d kill her if you try having sex with her as she is. Especially considering the first heat is the most intense.”

“I’d rather not be a fairy,” Fleur squeaked.

“See,” 3 said. “Now let the other Sweeties go so they can have the boys in the lab make the cure so you and Fleur can go back to normal. And we can have a big threesome in celebration.” She winked and let her long tongue hang out of her mouth.

“Why are we letting him decide?” 7 asked, wrapping her tongues around Fancy, lifting him into the air, “He’s the one with the collar.”

“Alright,” Fancy huffed. “The tongue lifting was unnecessary. 3’s argument was compelling enough.” Fancy winked. 3 grabbed Sweetie from behind, forcing more candy into her mouth. Sweetie groaned and morphed into a changeling queen, leaving 8 as a deer.

“Actually, I don’t think I’ll take that cure now,” Sweetie said in a reverberated voice as she looked herself over. “Being able to turn into anyone would come in handy for the job.”

“Heck, we might be able to get a Sweetie Drops of every race!” 6 suggested.

“True, but now we’ve got a big advantage,” Sweetie said as her horn lit up with pink energy and lifted up 3. “Magic.”

“Oh ball-” Fancy squirmed as 7 shoved a tongue in his mouth. Another was lapping at his breasts while the other poked at his snatch.

“7, you have fun with Fancy,” Sweetie said with a fanged smile. “I’m gonna go get the recipe we came here for.” She walked out of the room and swayed her hips.

“Hello, my name is Sweetie 9 and I’m a naga pony.”

A chorus of voices chimed out, “Hi Sweetie 9.”

9 gazed around the room, seeing at least twenty versions of herself, each a different species. It had been 2’s idea originally, to hold a support group for the various Sweeties, both to help them adjust to life beyond the one they remembered from Sweetie Prime, and to help with the species change. Sweetie Prime looked around the room and smiled. Like she had said, she had refrained from taking the cure and remained a changeling queen. Though to Lyra she was still normal Bonny.

Initially, there had been some concern that the clones would only exist temporarily. Thanks to some quick work by Discord, who was both flattered and disgusted that he had a cult, none of them had to worry about suddenly not existing.

“I now own my own salt water taffy shop by a beach,” 9 said. “I like the sun and the feeling of the sand on my scales.”

“Do you have anyone special?” Lyra asked, acting as the Sweetie clans councillor. Of course she had been VERY upset that Bon Bon had lied, not only about her ‘Uncle’, but about being retired from service. Still, she had taken it upon herself to help out, always wearing an easy smile.

“I’ve been flirting with a minotaur surfer,” 9 replied with a blush. “He still comes by the shop even after I told him about having both sets of genitals.”

“Does this minotaur have a name?” Lyra pressed gently.

“Steel Will,” 9 answered. “He’s a real sweetheart.”

“I’m glad you found someone. If you want, you can have him tag along for the next session.”

“Well, one of us will have to ask the other out first.” 9 chuckled weakly.

“I know you can do it 9.” Lyra smiled. “Anything else you want to talk about?”

“I think I’m good.” 9 slithered off and was replaced by another Sweetie.

“Hi, I’m Sweetie 11 and I’m a breezie.”

“Hi Sweetie 11,” the group replied in unison.

“How have you been 11?” Lyra asked, careful not to raise her voice too loud.

“I’m fine, I’ve finally gotten used to life in the breezy village,” 11 answered.

“Do you like it there?”

“It’s an alright place.” 11 shrugged. “They’ve got good booze there so that’s a big plus. Oh, and I’ve got a male and female breezy vying for me, so that’s been pretty entertaining.”

“Do breezies herd?” Lyra asked curiously.

“I haven’t asked,” 11 admitted. “But if they do, then I’ll be bringing two guests to the next meeting.”

“I’ll make sure to have that translation spell ready.” Lyra smiled, gently patting her head. 11 nodded and glided back to her seat. She was replaced by yet another Sweetie.

“Hi, I’m Sweetie 3, and I’m a dragon.”

“Hi Sweetie 3,” the group greeted.

“I’ve actually got big news to report,” 3 said with a smile, proudly displaying a ring on her finger.

Gasps went up everywhere, with Lyra’s smile increasing. “So, who's the lucky pony?”

“Well, it’s Fleur and Fancy,” 3 said. “I’ve been modelling with her since the company she works with jumped at the chance to have a dragoness model.”

“How have the three of you been? Have they been following their probation?”

“Yep, I’ve been keeping them in line,” 3 said with a bright smile. “I’ve kept their chaos worship limited to minor pranks. So I know everyone here aren’t big fans of the two, but I’d like it if you all could make it to the wedding.”

“I’d be happy to attend 3.” Lyra nodded

“Thanks Lyra,” 3 replied. “Sweetie Prime, would you be the best mare?”

“Me?” Prime blinked, looking at her.

“Well, you are one of the reasons that I exist,” 3 pointed out. “And since you and the others helped make the less crazy Fleur and Fancy possible I thought you’d be a good choice.”

“I...I’d be honored 3.” Prime smiled.

“Thanks.” 3 returned the smile. “You might also be godmother if we play our cards right. The honeymoon is scheduled during heat season.” Prime couldn’t help but smile wider.

“Gonna expand the Drops line huh?”

“Someone’s gotta do it,” 3 said, smirking at Prime.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh nothing~” 3 chuckled and smirked as she subtly tilted her head toward Lyra. Prime pouted, crossing her arms.

“So when’s the wedding?” Lyra asked, oblivious to what 3 was indicating.

“In about a month, we’re hoping Discord will come too.”

“Ugh, so we’ve got a month to get a dress?” 11 huffed.

“Sorry...” 3 chuckled sheepishly, rubbing her neck.

“Don’t worry, we’ll think of something,” 7 said.

“Anything else?” Lyra asked.

“Nah, I just wanted to show off the ring and tell you all about the wedding,” 3 said and walked off.

“Anyone else?” Lyra asked, looking around the group. They all looked between each other and shrugged. “Then, I guess we’ll see each other next week.” The group all smiled and got up from their chairs to leave.

“That went well,” Sweetie commented, watching them file out of the room.

“Yeah, they’re all adjusting to their new live rather well,” Lyra agreed as she jotted down the last of her notes. “And we’ve got a wedding to go too. Let’s hope it goes better than Cadance’s and Shining Armor’s.”

“Yeah...” Sweetie rubbed her neck, looking down at Lyra.

“So, are they gonna send you on another mission soon?” Lyra asked.

“I asked for a few months off actually.”

“I guess you earned that much all things considered.” Lyra chuckled. “Wanna see if we can have an actual fun vacation without being interrupted by an “Uncle”?” she asked with a smirk.

“Well...” the queen buzzed her wings, shifting uncomfortably.

“Is something wrong?” Lyra asked with a tilt of the head.

“I um...” Sweetie sighed. “Faust, I suck at this...”

“Suck at what?” Lyra asked, her confusion growing.

“Monogamy...” Sweetie muttered, clearing her throat, “So um... Lyra would you..?” Lyra started to grin.

“Go on, finish that thought,” the unicorn encouraged.

“...Go out with me...?” Sweetie asked quietly. Lyra smirked and held a hand up to her ear.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. Did you say something?”

“Come on Ly...” Sweetie frowned, crossing her arms.

“Oh, I’m sorry Queen Bon Bon, but I think I’ve earned the right to tease you after you returned to your life as a secret agent without telling me,” Lyra shot back. “But to answer your question.” She pulled Sweetie down into a passionate kiss Sweetie stood there in shock for a moment before wrapping her arms around the unicorn, deepening the kiss. After a minute or so of kissing Lyra pulled away to ask, “Wanna give your new set of twins a test drive?”

“I dunno Ly, I kinda figured we’d take it slow, I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“Bon, if you lying to me about your job twice didn’t ruin our friendship, nothing will,” Lyra retorted. “And I can tell you want it too.” the unicorn smirked and poked at one of Sweetie’s scorpion-like tails.

Sweetie shifted on her hooves. “I mean... I haven’t had any practice with them...”

“Then let’s fix that,” Lyra replied with a smouldering look. “Or has Agent Sweetie Drops found a mission she can’t handle?”

“Oh you are such a tease,” Sweetie laughed, giving her a smile.

“You know you love it~” Lyra wiggled her eyebrows. Sweetie rolled her eyes, leaning down to pull the unicorn into a kiss. Lyra returned the kiss, her tail swishing happily behind her. She pulled away after a minute. “Shall we take this back to the house?”

“Of course.” With a burst of flame, Sweetie assumed her original form, holding her hand out. Lyra took it and the two of them walked out into the streets of Ponyville. “You’ve taken this all pretty well.”

“Well, I wanted to be angry,” Lyra admitted. “But then I thought it over and realized that you love your job. Just like I love mine. Plus, being kidnapped was plenty punishment for you.”

“I feel really bad for Sweetie 20, she’s literally the only normal Sweetie Drops.” 20 was the Earth Pony of the group, and was having the hardest time adjusting.

“I’ve been looking into things to help her,” Lyra said. “I think she’ll do fine soon enough.”

“Ly, she’s literally me.” Sweetie frowned. “Okay, that sounded dumb. What I mean is, while the others are me, they’re all unique species wise, but 20 is the only one that could resume the life she remembers with no trouble at all.”

“I know what you mean,” Lyra said. “And I’m looking into counselling methods and other things for her seeing as she can’t exactly slip into your life.”

“Thanks for that Ly, really. You being everyone's anchor and all that. Means a lot.”

“I can’t just let all of those Sweeties be left alone,” Lyra said. “ They’re you for Faust’s sake. If I can help them start their own fulfilling lives, I will. And I think 3, 9, and 11 are signs that the meetings are working.”

“You're amazing you know that?” Sweetie smiled, giving Lyra a nuzzle.

“I’ve gotta be to keep my secret agent marefriend interested.” Lyra chuckled, returning the gesture.

“I dunno, I’ve been thinking of retiring. Settle down, lay a few eggs, expand the candy business. What do you think?”

“Sweetie, if that’s what you really want, I’ll support you all the way.” Lyra gave the disguised queen a serious look. “But don’t think you have to do that for my sake. I know you love being an agent and will support you wanting to continue being one too.”

“I couldn’t do that to you Lyra,” Sweetie said, looking into her eyes, “Besides, starting a whole new hive of changelings sounds fun.”

“If that’s what you want,” Lyra gave her a peck on the lips, “I’d be willing to oblige. My mom has been on my case about grandfoals lately.”

“Even changeling ones?”

“Her exact sentiments were I could bring a manticore home for all she cares. She just wants something to spoil and cheeks to pinch.”

“Then she’s gonna get a lot of em!”

“And you said you wanted to take it slow,” Lyra teased as she unlocked the door to their home and quickly ushered Sweetie inside.

“Eager huh?” Sweetie laughed, dropping her disguise.

“I’ve been wanting to be with you for a long time. So forgive me if I seem eager.” Lyra pouted and glared playfully up at Sweetie, her cheeks puffing slightly.

“And what if I don’t wanna?” Sweetie smirked down at her.

“Then I’ll just go to my room, put on some music, break out Old Reliable and moan the night away,” Lyra retorted with a smirk of her own.

“Sounds rather lonely to me.”

“Good thing I got you then, isn’t it?” Lyra asked. “Now, do you wanna keep talking, or would you rather get started on that hive you mentioned earlier?”

“Oh yes.” Sweetie smiled, licking the tip of Lyra’s horn. “Is it alright if I feed?” Lyra shivered from the action and smiled.

“Consider me an all you can eat buffet tonight,” Lyra replied with a grin.

“Oooh that's a tempting offer.” Sweetie licked her lips, looking at her with a predatory grin. “I might just cocoon you and save you for later.” Lyra blushed a bit at that.

“Okay, that sounds both scary and sexy,” the unicorn said. “I might just let you cocoon me.”

“You sure about that?” Sweetie asked, running her tongue over her fangs.

“Yeah, I wanna see everything the new you has to offer. Plus, I know you’d never hurt me.” Lyra gave her a warm smile.

“You're too good for me.” Sweetie pulled her into another kiss, starting to feed on her. Lyra moaned into the kiss and added her tongue into the mix as the two fell onto their living room couch.”Lets get you out of those nasty clothes.” Sweetie went about disrobing her, whistling at her naked body.

“Turns out running from the insanity of the week in Ponyville does wonders for my figure,” Lyra joked, posing for the queen. Sweetie giggled, nibbling on her ear. “Come on, stop teasing,” Lyra whined, rubbing her legs together.

“Why should I? I’m a big bad bug and you're just a puny pony,” Sweetie teased.

“A big bad bug who needs my love to feed on,” Lyra pointed out with a smirk. “Now don’t make me bust out the fly swatter on your hole filled ass.”

“Oh yeah?” Sweetie reached down, pinching Lyra’s clit. Lyra gasped and shuddered from the rough touch as her lower lips moistened. “Not so high and mighty now are ya?” Lyra smirked and her horn glowed. Her aura then spread to Sweetie’s pussy as the magic started to tease the queen. “Oh sneaky... but how about this?” Sweetie leaned down, spitting some goo on Lyra’s crotch, preventing any further stimulation.

“Hey, no fair.” Lyra pouted, looking at her crotch. “Guess you gotta finish the job now, huh?” Lyra got off the couch. “There we go, can’t let that stuff ruin the couch.”

“Did you know, I can do this~” Sweetie lit her horn, sending vibrations through the goo. Lyra moaned and started groping her breasts to further stimulate herself.

“No, but I’m glad I learned.”

“Ah, ah, ah.” Sweetie grabbed her hands, putting them over her head, encasing them in goo.

“Oh you bitch,” Lyra growled playfully. “Can’t let me have any fun, can you?”

“Nope.” Sweetie winked, rubbing Lyra’s breasts, getting her nipples nice and hard. Lyra moaned softly. “You like?” Sweetie asked, covering them in goo.

“I do, but I think I’ll like the main event way more,” Lyra said.

“Then tell your queen what you want,” Sweetie demanded, spanking her ass. Lyra moaned, lifting her tail to give Sweetie more room for the next swat.

“I want to be your broodmare!” Lyra shouted. “I want to give birth to an entire hive of drones and even future queens!”

“Louder!” Sweetie growled, delivering another hard spank.

“I want you to fuck me full of your children!” Lyra screamed. “I want to spend the rest of my days pleasing you and birthing your hive!”

“That's better,” Sweetie purred, nipping at her neck. Lyra moaned and exposed her neck to her queen.Sweetie gave it a light bite, and with a sudden motion, pierced Lyra’s crotch covering with a stinger.

“What, not gonna finish putting me in the cocoon?” Lyra asked, shuddering from the dual stimulation.

“Not yet.” Sweetie moved her tail, quickly picking up steam. Lyra moaned and her knees buckled, threatening to go out on her. Sweetie grinned, wrapping her arms around her, grabbing her breasts.

“Mmm,” Lyra moaned, thrusting her chest into Sweetie’s hands. “Yes, use me as you wish my queen. I live to please you.”

“That's a good slut.” Sweetie lifted her other tail up, holding it at Lyra’s mouth. Lyra started to kiss and lick the tail with gusto. She then tried fitting what she could of it into her mouth and suckled on the appendage. “Oh yeah... keep that up...” Sweetie moved both tails, squeezing and kneading her breasts. Lyra moaned and shuddered, her juices dripping on the floor as she tended to the tail in her mouth. Sweetie licked her lips, feeding off the love radiating from Lyra. “You taste so good Lyra...” she husked, “You’re the sweetest candy I’ve ever tasted.” Lyra looked over her shoulder at Sweetie with shimmering eyes, showing her appreciation at the compliment without slowing her ministrations.

Sweetie groaned, nuzzling her neck. “This feels so amazing. I suppose I should send those crazy chaosites a thank you letter.” Lyra held a hand up and moved it side to side in an “Eh” gesture. “I suppose you're right.” Sweetie increased her pace, shuddering at the flow of lust. Lyra’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head from the pleasure. She shuddered, glad that Sweetie was holding her up or else her knees would’ve given out. “Oh Faust I’m close...” Sweetie shuddered. This caused Lyra to lick and suck the tail in her mouth even harder, her tongue lashing at the most sensitive spots. Sweetie let out a long drawn out moan, both tails firing ropes of cum into the captive unicorn. Lyra let out a muffled moan, cumming hard and swallowing the cum jetting into her throat.

“Good girl...” Sweetie panted, leaning back against the wall.

“Best. Orgasm. Ever.” Lyra said with a dopey smile as she leaned her head against Sweetie’s shoulder.

“And look at that full belly of yours.”

“Well, this doesn’t necessarily mean I’ll get pregnant,” Lyra said, managing to smirk. “We’ll have to keep doing this every night for several weeks to really make sure we start our hive.”

“Still, can’t let it go to waste.” Sweetie removed her tail, quickly replacing the goo on Lyra’s crotch.

“Thanks, Bon.” Lyra gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Now do the rest of me. I wanna be all snug in a cocoon.”

“As my broodmare wishes.” Sweetie kissed her, slowly encasing her in translucent green goo.

“Huh, this is actually pretty comfy,” Lyra noted.

“Well you're not done yet.”

“Huh, whaddya mean?” Lyra asked.

“You're only half in,” Sweetie chuckled, gesturing to her still exposed upper half.

“Oh yeah.” Lyra chuckled weakly. “I thought you were gonna say something about turning me into a changeling.”

“Oh no Lyra, I’d never do that,” Sweetie assured, nuzzling her gently.

“I dunno, I think I’d be okay with it,” Lyra said, scrunching her face up in thought. “I mean, flying would be cool.”

“Nuh uh, you're good the way you are,” Sweetie assured her, resuming her task.

“Aww, but then we’d match.” Lyra pouted. “Ooh, and we could be immortal together.”

“Lyra, I don’t know if I’m immortal.”

“Well, all the data we currently have on changeling queens shows that they can live for centuries at the least. So that’s still a considerable lifespan. I’ll be a droopy old lady and you’ll still be as sexy as you are today.”

“You won't be droopy,” Sweetie assured, giggling.

“Try saying that fifty years down the road.” Lyra pouted. “I’ll look like Granny Smith before you know it.”

“No you won't.” Sweetie rubbed her eyes, moving from her belly to her chest, placing Lyra’s arms into the cocoon.

“Uh huh, and next you’ll be selling me oceanfront property in Appleoosa,” Lyra said with a flat look.

“You’re being over dramatic.”

“No, I just know what old age does to a pony.” Lyra huffed. “It’s really sweet of you to say that this stuff won’t happen to me. But we both know it’s a load of horse apples.”

“Uh huh.” Sweetie nodded, leaving just Lyra's head.

“Plus, I don’t want you to have to grieve for me,” Lyra pressed.

“Take a deep breath for me okay?” Lyra did as she was asked and inhaled a large amount of air. Sweetie gave her a peck on the lips before finishing the cocoon and sealing it up. Lyra gave her a questioning look and puffed her cheeks slightly. “You can breath now.” Lyra exhaled and then wiggled her mouth with the same expression. “Go ahead and talk Ly.”

“Oh good, you can hear me,” Lyra said with a smile.

“Of course I can, your voice is beautiful.”

“You’re trying to change the subject,” Lyra pointed out.

You just rest up okay?” Sweetie patted the cocoon, starting to head upstairs. Lyra sighed.

“Good night, Sweetie. Love you,” Lyra called after her.

“Night Lyra! Love you too!” Sweetie called back down.

3 beamed as she walked down the aisle in her gown. Her veil was kept in place by a clip with a wrapped candy design to it. She passed by 9 who was sitting next to a minotaur with his arm wrapped around her.

“Knock ‘em dead,” 9 whispered, leaning on her date. 3 winked at the naga pony and continued down the aisle. Next she passed 11 who was in a chair made especially for her while sitting between two breezies in similar chairs.

“Congrats!” 11 squeaked, waving up at her.

“You too,” 3 whispered, subtly indicating 11’s dates with her tail. 11 smiled, hugging the two close to her. 3 continued walking, finally reaching Fleur and Fancy at the altar and saw the loving looks they were giving her.

Sweetie stood off to the side, beaming at her. Lyra was right besides Sweetie, patting her stomach as she looked at 3 and then Sweetie.

“Go on, get happy.” Sweetie nodded toward the former criminals. 3 joined Fleur and Fancy on the altar and the ceremony truly began. Sweetie watched, pulling Lyra close to her.

“How long ‘til you pop the question?” Lyra whispered, smiling at the pure love and joy coming from the trio about to be wed.

“Why do I have to do it?” Sweetie raised her eyebrow.

“Last I checked, you’re the closest thing to a stallion in our relationship,” Lyra replied, her tail tapping one of Sweetie’s. “That means it’s your job to make with the ring.” Sweetie just rolled her eyes, kissing her lover’s head.

“I now pronounce you husband, wife and wife,” Celestia said, having decided to preside over the wedding as a favor to Sweetie. “You may now kiss.” 3 pulled her spouses into a kiss, enjoying the moment. Everyone present clapped and cheered, and all the Sweeties had to fight off tears in their eyes.

“They grow up so fast,” Sweetie smiled, rubbing at her eyes.

“Wanna take bets on who’s next?” Lyra whispered. “My bits are on 9.”

“You’re on~” Sweetie smirked, looking out at the crowd. The world was going to get a hell of a lot more diverse.