“Yes! I knew I’d seen something about the Clocktower Society,” Dusk said, flush with the triumph of discovery. He levitated a slim folio off the library shelf. His expression changed to annoyance when he turned it so he could read the cover. Unlike the spine, which had not been easy to read, the cover made it clear this was not what he was looking for.

Dusk gave a small snort of chagrin. “Somehow I don’t think this is the society that Big Mac was asking about.” His brow furrowed slightly in thought, and he added “But, maybe it is. I suppose it’s possible his ancestor was a member. I’ll just set this aside for now and ask him the next time I see him.”

“Have you had any luck, Spike?” Dusk called over his shoulder.

“Nope. Can’t find anything on a Clocktower society, Twilight. Oops. I mean, Dusk Shine.”

Dusk gave a sigh as he twisted his head around a bit further so he could look at Spike, who was making exaggerated quotation marks with his fingers. “You’re not going to give it a rest, are you?”

“Are you kidding me? I mean, I’m not surprised you did this to yourself. As soon as I saw that blank checkbox I told myself, ‘Spike, Twilight’s going to try and do this.’ And I was right. But Rarity tossing a bench at you and breaking the reversal potion because she thought you were an intruder? And now you’re stuck until you can get the very rare ingredients you need for the reversal potion.The whole thing is comedy gold.”

Dusk felt a small bit of satisfaction, mixed with his annoyance at being teased, that Spike had bought his story and had no idea of the real truth. Like the fact that Rarity had attacked him because she thought he was raping Pinkie and not just because he was an intruder. Or that he actually already had a new batch of reversal potion. The biggest secret he was keeping was, of course, that he had decided he was going to stay a stallion, at least for the foreseeable future. Not just because Applejack needed him to, but because he just felt more comfortable in this body.

And really, a couple of weeks was far too insufficient an amount of time to do a proper comparison study on the effect of male hormones on the cognitive functions. Even if you removed all other considerations, that alone was more than enough justification to remain male. Already he had discovered that he was far more sexually aggressive. Though, to be accurate, that was not exactly significant given that he really hadn’t possessed any real sexual interest prior to his transformation.

He would give it a few months. If in that time he had not discovered a cure for Applejack he would tell Spike that he’d failed to find the critical ingredients needed to restore his female form and that he was just going to have to learn to live as a stallion. If he had found a cure—well, at that point he would have an important decision to make about how he wanted to spend the rest of his life.

Spike was still chortling over Dusk’s predicament. “You just can’t make stuff like this up. Oh, oh! You gotta promise me. I want to be here when Rainbow Dash gets back from visiting Gilda. I want to see her face when she spots you for the first time. Man, where did I stick my camera? I gotta get a shot of that.”

“Right after we get a shot of her laughing at your pants,” Dusk grumped. Like himself, Spike had taken to wearing pants in the last month. Unlike him, who had allowed Rarity total creative control, Spike had opted for a more decorative garment. The chromatic assault of his swirling red and green garment was just short of nausea inducing.

Spike’s sudden desire to wear pants had accompanied a recent growth spurt that had seen his legs grow much longer in proportion to the rest of his body even as that body grew as well. He was now only an inch or so shy of Dusk’s height, which in turn was half a head taller than Dusk had been while female. If he had still been female he would have had to look up slightly to meet Spike’s eyes. Spike’s tail had also grown, becoming thicker and longer. While Dusk hadn’t seen Spike do so, he wouldn’t have been surprised to discover that the dragon could lean back against it as if it were a third leg.

“Hey, these are styling,” Spike defended his beloved garment. He struck a fashion model pose that flexed his legs and displayed the powerful muscles that rippled underneath his tight garment.

Dusk resisted the urge to make gagging noises. He was too mature for that. He’d leave it to Rainbow Dash. “Yes, well, you’ll be happy to know I’ve pretty much eliminated greed as being a factor in your growth this time. None of the biological traces I recorded during that episode are present in the same proportions. That leaves the goldfish theory, or puberty, or both. The marked increase in what I believe is dragon testosterone would make me lean toward puberty, but even then I think the goldfish supposition is a distinct possibility as well.”

Thinking of puberty Dusk wondered if Spike’s motivation for wearing pants had less to do with a poorly developed fashion sense and more to conceal the same thing Dusk wore them for. Namely to keep his uncontrolled and spontaneous erections from becoming public. Shining Armor had certainly suffered from that when he was around the same age as Spike was now. But Dusk had no idea how to ask if this was the case. It wasn’t like he was Spike’s doctor. Did the bro code Spike was always going on about allow that sort of questioning? Or were males supposed to keep details of their genitalia private?

“Goldfish? You think I’m turning into a fish?” Spike asked in an appalled voice.

“Huh? Oh, no, nothing like that. There is a theory that dragons are a bit like goldfish. Their size and growth is determined by their environment. You spent almost all of your life sharing a room with me. Now we’re living in this oversized mausoleum of a palace and you have your own, very large, room to live in. So it’s possible you are growing to fit your new environment. If you were a typical dragon living in the wild your only check on growth would be your natural potential. Of course all dragons are different. As a species you are metamorphic to a certain extent. No two dragons are identical. It could be argued that every dragon is a sub-species onto themselves. So, it’s very hard to tell what your maximum potential size might be. You might already be close to it, or you might become as large as Ember’s father given enough time.

“Or it may just be puberty. You will be turning eighteen in a couple of weeks after all. Oh, I’d better remember to mention that to Pinkie Pie. She’ll want to throw a special party. Anyway, I don’t know if you are coming into puberty late, early, or right on time, for a dragon. It is about right for ponies. Sweetie Belle and her friends are all about the same age as you are and they are going through a growth spurt as well if you haven’t noticed.”

“Oh, I’ve noticed,” Spike said in a rather dreamy tone, before catching himself and sputtering out, “How could I miss it, they’re shooting up like weeds. Not as fast as me, though,” he finished with a certain smugness.

“Well, I just hope your growth plateaus off soon,” Dusk said with a worried frown. “I really hope the goldfish theory holds some validity.”

“I am not going to let you lock me into a little box to see if it affects my growth,” Spike growled, getting his protest in preemptively.

“Spike! I would never do that,” Dusk protested, but then he developed a speculative look. “We could move you back into my room, to see if that moderates your growth.”

“No!” Spike blurted out in horror. “I like having my own space. I don’t have to worry about you finding my—comics—all over the place. Right! My comics.”

“It was just a thought, Spike,” Dusk said hastily. “I have—stuff too now that I have a room all to myself.”

“Well, okay then.”

The two of them continued to look through the shelves together for a few moments and then Spike coughed and said. “Say, Twilight, I mean, Dusk. I just wanted to let you know. I’m going to be away for a few days. I promised a few friends that I’d go camping in the woods with them.”

“You have friends? Besides me and the others? And Big Mac?”

“Of course I have friends. We’ve been living in Ponyville for over two years. Of course I’ve made friends,” Spike said a bit huffily.

“That’s great, Spike. Really. You might as well go on your trip. Especially if you promised. I don’t think we’re going to find anything about a Clocktower Society if we haven’t already and I have some important research I need to focus on. You’d be rattling around the castle all by yourself with me locked up in the lab.”

“Great! Uh, I’m not sure how long the camping trip will be, we sort of plan on seeing if we can live off the land for a few days.”

“Fine, fine, you enjoy yourself. Just try to get word back to me every day or so if you can.”

“Sure thing, Dusk. I’ll be sure to do that.”

Spike turned to leave the room, and almost ran into Rarity who was coming into the room just as he was leaving. She was wearing one of her going to the big city outfits and was much more fully covered than had been the norm recently where she had taken to mostly wearing accessories rather than full outfits. A tastefully decorated saddlebag was slung over her shoulder.

“Oh, sorry, Rarity,” Spike apologized.

Dusk’s head came up and his nostrils flared slightly. “Rarity! You’re back from Canterlot!”

‘Of course, darling. I told you it was just a flying visit. And Spike,” Rarity hesitated for a moment, then visibly pulled herself up and said, “I was wondering if maybe you and I could have a little chat? Just the two of us?”

Spike had been trying to edge around Rarity to get to the door but he paused at her question, looking a bit torn. “I’d really like to, Rarity. But I’ve got plans with some friends and they’re waiting for me. Can we do it some other time?”

“Oh. Really? Well, yes. I suppose we could do it some other time. You have a good time.” Rarity looked both relieved, and a bit put out, as Spike hurried from the room.

“Hi,” Dusk said, suddenly feeling shy. He took a step toward Rarity, and then had to pause to adjust the fit of his pants.

Rarity’s gaze took on a sultry look and she said, “I can take care of that for you if you want, darling.” Her eyes ran down his chest and focused on the front of his pants as she licked her muzzle suggestively.

Dusk swallowed and looked very tempted. He glanced over at the door Spike had just left by and took another step toward Rarity, before pausing with a look of regret on his face. “I’d better not. I need to be ready if Applejack’s condition gets so bad she needs emergency treatment.”

Rarity’s expression shifted from the disappointment she’d expressed at Dusk’s initial rejection, to downright annoyance. “You mean, Applejack is still in denial. That pony. I swear I want to give her such a shake. Or a good spanking. But that would be more your department, my sweet evil prince.”

Dusk blushed, but admitted. “I have to confess, the thought had crossed my mind, once or twice.” Then he sighed. “But, Applejack is a free pony. We may be trying to learn how to pass as master and slaves, but we all have free will. In the end she has the final say, no matter how afraid for her we are. We can’t force her to take the treatment she needs. Not when the treatment is such an invasion of her body.”

“She didn’t seem to mind you invading her body a few days ago,” Rarity said in a dry tone. “Really, Dusk, that pony is just being too stubborn for words. You need to put your hoof down and take a firm hand. I was there you know. I may have been occupied, but I did hear you two talking, afterwards. You confessed that being in total control of a mare greatly aroused you, and Applejack confessed to enjoying the fantasy of being controlled and forced by one or more powerful males. Did it ever occur to you, idiot darling, that maybe Applejack wants you to take control, to make the first move? You bought her, darling, for cash money, and the poor mare almost exploded on the spot when you did. She wants to be owned and used by you. So do it, for goodness’ sake.”

“I—didn’t. Do you really think? She did let me put a collar around her neck. That would seem to indicate—no, I can’t go there. Much as I’d like that to be the case, I can’t just assume that is what she wants. What if we’re wrong?” he said plaintively. “Right now I’m sure she thinks we were both still partly under the spell I used when I bought her from Big Mac. I can’t say for sure she’s wrong, and if she’s right and I force her against her will she’d never trust me again. I won’t be like King Duneyrr and take her against her will. I will do everything in my power to keep that from happening to her ever again.”

“Then talk to her for goodness’ sake, Dusk. Make her listen, and ask flat out if she wants to be your slave. To be forced into sex by you. You know if you don’t give her room to dodge the question she’ll have to be honest.” Rarity said in exasperation.

“Look at this,” Rarity said as she fumbled in the saddlebag she had slung over her shoulder. She pulled out a sheet of paper and held it out to Dusk. “I picked this up at a little shop I frequent in Canterlot. A shop that specializes in the sort of games we have been playing recently and the game equipment that goes with them.”

Glad of the distraction, and always interested in new information he took the sheet for Rarity and looked at it. In huge black bold letters at the top it said.

Underneath, in much less dramatic font, it said.

Forget about the toys. Forget about the kink. The most important aspect of a safe and loving bdsm relationship is honest communication. You have to be honest with your partner. Don’t make them guess and wonder. Tell them the truth. Tell them what you want, what you like.

Just as important.

Don’t go off on a daydream of how your scene will go. Listen to your partner when they tell you what they like, what they want. Listen honestly. Don’t filter it through your own expectations and wants.

This is the bedrock of a good BDSM relationship. Everything flows from this. If you can’t do these two things you can never truly have a safe fulfilling relationship and there is no point in progressing to actual BDSM play.

That was all it said.

“The store clerk said there was no point in any other instructions until I had complied with these directions,” Rarity said as Dusk finished reading and looked up at her with a puzzle expression.

“It makes sense,” Dusk said slowly as he reread the single page. “I haven’t been honest with Applejack. She thinks I’m making a sacrifice by staying in this body. Maybe if I tell her that no matter what I have no intention of going back to being female?”

“It would be start, darling. You might also mention that you dearly want to turn her over your knee and tan her stubborn posterior, and then tie her over a fence so you can service her whenever the inclination takes you.”

“Ouch,” Dusk whimpered. Not in sympathy pain for Applejack in Rarity’s scenario, but because his penis had expanded inside his pants at the idea.

“Exactly, Dusk dear,” Rarity said as she glanced down at the very visible bulge in his pants.

“And in the spirit of honesty, I will confess that while my fantasies may be slightly more decorous than Applejack’s and not as earthy shall we say, the end result, you in control of me and my belly filled with your seed is much the same. But, I have other inclinations I confess. I very much enjoy training recalcitrant mares. It would give me great pleasure to make sure the other members of your harem are well disciplined and regularly exercised.” Rarity’s eyes grew distant and she added. “In fact, I would greatly enjoy teaching Applejack the proper behavior expected from a slave.”

Dusk wasn’t really listening, thus violating the second directive on the sheet he was still holding moments after reading it. “I can’t help but think that Applejack and I can’t really have an honest relationship so long as she suffers from that taint. It forces her into sexual activity.”

“I don’t agree with you, Dusk. What you are saying is of course true. But you could say the same thing about perfectly normal arousal. Ponies don’t indulge in sex because it is a necessity. Well, not normally. They do it because it feels good and they wish to feel that pleasure, and a fuller connection with their partners. And, please remember that Applejack did confess to you that her inclinations predated her experience in the horrid place. And neither Pinkie Pie, myself, or you for that matter, are in anyway influenced by outside forces. And we are not alone. There are many ponies who indulge in such activity.”

“But it would make things so much easier if I could only cure Applejack,” Dusk said morosely. “Maybe that is what I should be focusing on. A cure would simplify things greatly.” Lost in thought Dusk put down the flyer in his hand and walked across to his white board. In a matter of seconds he was lost in the complicated notations he was making.

“Applejack isn’t the only one who needs a good switching,” Rarity said with some exasperation. She glanced down at the sheet Dusk had discarded, seeing the small logo in the corner while not really noticing it. A tiny image of a Clock Tower with the twined letters TCS underneath it.

With a sigh, knowing that Dusk was lost to the world for the foreseeable future, Rarity left the room while wondering if Pinkie Pie might be interested in a little tea, and a strategy session. Really, until they fixed this mess that Applejack and Dusk had gotten themselves into none of them were going to be playing, or as Pinkie would put it, partyyyyinng.

“Though,” Rarity mused while a thoughtful look crossed Rarity’s face as she trotted down the hallway. “there really is no reason I could not have a private little game with Pinkie. It might be just the thing to work off some of my frustration. And I’m quite sure that I can be even more scary than our favorite stallion.” With a rather wicked grin on her face Rarity headed for Sugarcube Corner to see if her proposed victim would be off work soon.

Dusk gave a groan as he straightened up. Bending backwards till his mane fell past his ass he placed both hands in the small of his back and stretched out the kinks that resulted from several hours bent over a lab bench. With a sigh of relief he straightened up and examined the results of his hours of effort.

The mostly translucent device on the bench twinkled and glowed with a lavender shade reflecting his personal magic. Which was to be expected as over ninety percent of it was a magical construct. Nothing else would be able to achieve the detailed resolution he needed. The problem of Applejack’s taint, and Bother’s had already been examined by some of the best medical minds in Canterlot, who had determined that there was no possibility of a cure. That meant that Dusk had to delve deeper and separate the most fundamental thaumatic particles he could resolve. He glanced at the note he had left for himself on his whiteboard, and gave a nod. He would find a solution. One that didn’t involve Applejack needing to absorb massive amounts of earth pony magic via coitus.

Unfortunately, to get the details he needed, the diagnostic magic he had just set up would need days, if not weeks. In the meantime Applejack would, eventually, need to be serviced either by him, or several other earth pony stallions. That meant he would have to put his hoof down during his next visit to Sweet Apple Acres. Distasteful as Applejack might find it, they had already had vigorous and enjoyable coitus. Surely it would be easier for her to accept his help instead of being forced to seek out alternative partners?

Dusk could not help a grimace from appearing on his face at the thought of his next visit to Sweet Apple Acres this evening. Mostly because remembering how being inside Applejack’s tight vagina had felt was causing his penis to swell. And that was adding to the pain from his already sore testicles. He shifted his legs slightly in an attempt to ease the ache.

Being a stallion was not all fun and games, that was for sure. There were some serious downsides that came with his new reproductive organs. The very first day he’d had them he’d carelessly bumped into a bench corner and had almost gone to his knees from the pain. But that sort of thing could be prevented once you were aware of them. It was the dangers you could not avoid that really highlighted the downsides. Like stubborn mares who refused to admit they needed help, but who weren’t in the least shy about all but rubbing their firm asses in his face.

In fact, looking back at Applejack’s behavior over the last three days he was thinking that Rarity’s theory might just hold some validity. Was Applejack really trying to goad him into some sort of forceful action? If the invasion of privacy didn’t go against his personal ethics he really could use a telepathy spell. Lacking that, he was forced to ere on the side of caution and take Applejack at her word. Only, Applejack had never said she didn’t want to have sex with him. Only that she didn’t want Dusk to sacrifice his gender. That might be important. Applejack would never tell a direct lie. Rarity was right about that. He might not be prepared to take unilateral action and take his friend by force, but he was more than ready to ask some hard direct questions. He had to. He didn’t think his testicles could survive much more of this.

He’d been suffering from a nearly full time erection for the last two days, waiting for Applejack to come to her senses. It wouldn’t have been as bad if he had the raw earth magic of Big Mac, he would have been able to seek relief either from his own hoof, or from Rarity and/or Pinkie Pie, safe in the knowledge that once Applejack came to her senses he’d be ready and able to recharge her energies. But he still didn’t have a good handle on that aspect of his Alicorn magic, and he couldn’t afford to waste his resources on non-productive fornication.

Dusk shifted his stance again, and couldn’t help but think of the first time he’d heard the term blue balls, and that his only thought at the time had been curiosity. Or rather her thought. He gave a wry grin as he recalled his young female self asking her father to let her examine his testicles. So she could measure the chromatic change when they turned blue. “Doesn’t seem nearly as funny now, does it, Dusk?” he asked himself with a weak laugh.

“Really, darling. You have been cooped up by yourself for far too long if you are talking to yourself,” Rarity drawled from the door into the lab. “Or even worse, laughing at your own jokes.” Rarity shuddered. “Believe me, darling. You do not want to go down that road.”

Dusk glanced at the door, and froze in place. Rarity was fully dressed—sort of. The stiff corset she was wearing did cover her breasts, but at the same time it shoved them up and out as if offering them to anyone who might like to try a taste. And if her nipples were covered, it was by the barest of margins. The top of her areola were clearly visible. Unconsciously he found himself licking his lips in memory of sucking on those luscious globes.

As for Rarity’s lower half, the long stockings and garter belt in combination with the lacy panties she was wearing did more to frame her attractive legs and pelvic area than to conceal them.

Still, as long as Dusk didn’t focus too closely, Rarity’s blatant sexuality was not nearly as overpowering as that of a certain farm pony who seemed to have given up on clothes, and modesty, completely. But, still, it was a good thing he was wearing thick pants and a buttoned up labcoat strong enough to hide his current condition. If Rarity got a good look at his erection she might get ideas, and he wasn’t sure he still had the willpower to put her off the way he had a few hours earlier.

He wondered if the diagnostic he was running would show a small amount of cross contamination present in his and Big Mac’s samples. He was really starting to seriously wonder if their belief that the taint was not sexually transmitted was true. Surely this constant state of arousal was unnatural?

“Here you are again, Prince Dusk Shine. Disappearing into your own private little world. When was the last time you ate?” she chided him.

Dusk winced. “Please, just Dusk Shine, Rarity. Or even better, just Dusk. You never used my title when I was a princess.”

“That is not completely true, Dusk, my dear. I did use your title during official functions and during affairs of state. But to be fair, I will concede that perhaps I should remit your title except for those times when I’m addressing the prince and not my friend.”

“I’m always your friend, Rarity,” Dusk protested.

“And Princess Celestia has always been yours, but I do not recall ever hearing you address her as Celestia, or Tia, as her sister is wont to do.”

Dusk visibly flinched. “That’s different. Princess Celestia is, is, well, she’s Princess Celestia.”

“Oh, most cogently argued, darling,” Rarity said with an amused smirk. “But, please concede this. There are times when you are, and need to be, Prince Dusk Shine.”

Dusk could not keep an unhappy expression from appearing on his face, but he gave a nod, even as he protested. “But I don’t feel like a Prince.” He quickly added, before Rarity could. “And it’s not just because I’ve only been a stallion for a short time. I really never felt like a princess either.”

“I know that, darling. But what you feel does not change the fact that you were a princess and are now a prince. And really, darling. It is just as well. Feeling that you are superior is not something to be desired, even if you are. I’m sure Princess Celestia would agree with me that being royal is about responsibility, and not privilege or entitlement. No matter what some other princes might believe.” she finished with a scowl.

Rarity wiped the angry look from her face as she smiled at Dusk and continued. “I’ve never known anyone who took their responsibilities more seriously than you do, darling. Sometimes too far even.”

Dusk winced. He wasn’t sure if Rarity was referring to the time he had gone out of control over not having anything to write to Princess Celestia and had brainwashed the entire town with a want-it-need-it spell, or something else, but there was no denying that he sometimes let his sense of responsibility outweigh his common sense. It was one of the reasons he hadn’t recast his “it’s-really-real” spell on Applejack, or himself, so she would go back to thinking she was the property of the evil Prince Dusk Shine, and he could go back to feeling the same way, and without any reservations about using her sexually. He had been more than a little dismayed the day after when the full impact of his behavior had hit home. It was scary how easily he had turned him into something that was that close to the way King Duneyrr must feel all the time.

While it was true that Applejack had consented to the casting of the spell, she had not really understood the implications. And to be fair, neither had he. Now it was different. Applejack was fully aware of what would happen when he cast the spell and he knew she would never consent to him using it again.

And even if she did, he wouldn’t cast it on himself. The effects still lingered in him if the dreams he’d had for the last two nights were any indication. There didn’t seem to be an hour that went by when he didn’t spend some time imagining how simple it would be to render Applejack helpless and have his way with her. And the worst thing was how attractive those urgings were in his dreams.

“Seriously, Dusk. When was the last time you ate?” Rarity repeated her earlier question as she took a firm hold of Dusk’s muzzle with her magic and forced it around so he was looking her in the eyes. “I know you are quite distracted at the moment. What with worry over Applejack, and the stress of learning how to behave as a stallion, but you really must not neglect your health. You will do none of us any good if you lack the strength to perform your duties as our coltfriend,” she finished with a roguish smile as she leaned forward to give him a small kiss on the tip of his muzzle.

Dusk flinched slightly at her kiss, mostly because the close proximity allowed him to look straight down Rarity’s cleavage at the same time as her breasts pressed against his chest. Lab coat notwithstanding, he swore he could feel the heat of her body seeping into his own. He let out a frustrated groan as the ache in his testicles notched upward and his penis threatened to rip out of his pants; despite the double stitching he had insisted on when Rarity made them.

With a shudder, Dusk placed his hands on Rarity’s shoulders and pushed her backward. “I’m sorry. I’m an awful coltfriend. But you know I need to conserve my resources for Applejack.”

Rarity rolled her eyes. “Believe me. Both Pinkie Pie and I are well aware of the situation, darling. But, you really do need to get over yourself. We do not share Applejack’s condition. Going without your throbbing stallionhood will not deprive us of our health or sanity. My mind is quite clear, and Pinkie—well, Pinkie has never really been quite what you would call sane. We managed for many years before you decided to change your gender and ravage our pure helpless bodies. I’m sure we can endure our withdrawal symptoms till you find a solution to what ails Applejack.”

Dusk blushed at Rarity’s teasing, and more than slightly sarcastic, words. “You’re right,” he admitted. “You don’t really need me.”

“Oh no. I would never go that far, darling. I’m afraid you’ve quite spoiled us for other stallions. While I would be the first to admit that Applejack’s delicious big brother is a very talented pony, he is no substitute for you. But never you fear, Pinkie Pie and I will contrive to entertain ourselves till you are once again available.”

“Oh, that’s good…” Dusk started to say, and then stumbled as he remembered that the term entertain had taken a on whole new meaning over the last two weeks. “Wait, what?” he blurted out.

“Pinkie Pie, you ignorant slut. Our master’s dinner is getting cold. Move your lazy perky pink ass and bring it in right this instant,” Rarity called out, her vocal tone shifting from warm as melted butter to chill as Sombra’s heart in an instant. From somewhere she produced a long leather crop that she slapped into a suddenly black gloved left hand as she glared icicles at the doorway.

Dusk was so shocked by Rarity’s sudden change in personality that he froze in place. And then Pinkie stepped through the door and any capacity he had for intelligent speech left him. “Gah!” he exclaimed as he took in the party pony’s appearance.

Like Rarity, Pinkie Pie was wearing a corset, but hers was only a six inch band below her breasts, which were not so much covered as supported by the stiff material. Her forearms were secured to the back of this band behind her back, thrusting her chest forward. Which might have explained why her breasts looked even bigger than usual. A black collar was wrapped around her neck and an oversized bit filled her mouth and forced it open. Pinkie’s jaws clenched and a squeaking sound came from the bit, indicating it was a rubber novelty rather than some sort of serious bondage gear.

The pink pony was naked below the mini-corset, and as she turned slightly Dusk could see that her dock was bound tightly, forcing the remainder of her tail to arch upwards behind her before falling down in a smooth flow of pastel curly pink hair. The lifted tail meant also meant that her tight cleft was fully exposed, and vulnerable. Between Pinkie’s ankles was a short hobble that was forcing the usually bouncy pony to take small mincing steps. Each one causing her breasts to jiggle like the most wonderful jello molds ever.

All of that paled in comparison to the dinner tray that Pinkie was carrying. More properly, considering that her arms were bound behind her back, the tray was secured to her. The back of it was pressed up against her corset and tight up against her breasts so that the large pink globes were actually resting on top of it. Dusk had to assume it was secured to the breast band in some way. Two strings ran from the front corners up to Pinkie’s collar.

As long as Pinkie kept her back straight, the tray would stay level. If she bent forward, the contents would spill all over the floor. If she bent backward it would spill all over her. Not a good thing as a large teapot with steam escaping its pour spout had place of honor on the tray. There were also two delicate tea cups and two plates of tasty looking sandwiches. If Dusk was not mistaken they were big thick toasted, tomato, lettuce and haycon. One of his favorite comfort foods.

While Dusk was busy ogling Pinkie’s engorged tits, and the food, Rarity struck out with her crop and left a livid welt across the top of Pinkie’s breasts, causing the pink pony to flinch and the glassware on the plate to rattle. “What took you so long, slut? Our master was starving and you weren’t here.”

An apologetic squeak issued from the bit in Pinkie’s mouth.

“Rarity!” Dusk cried out. “You can’t do that to Pinkie!” He reached out and snatched the crop out of Rarity’s hand.

Loud squeaks exploded from Pinkie’s mouth, and the look she directed at Dusk allowed him to easily translate them as “Don’t be such a party pooper, Dusky.”

Rarity only rolled her eyes and reached out to rub a gloved thumb over the welt on Pinkie’s breasts. The welt smudged and when she held up the digit for him to look at he could clearly make out a stain in the same color of the welt.

“Oh,” Dusk said in a weak tone as he examined the crop and saw that the outer surface was covered in felt that had been stained red. With an embarrassed expression he handed it back to Rarity.

“Offer our master his food, slut,” Rarity ordered Pinkie, dropping right back into dominatrix mode without missing a beat. As soon as the bound mare hobbled past her she gave her two quick swats across her ass cheeks. Once again the crop left livid red welts, but the smack sound that accompanied the strike showed that Rarity had used more force this time than the last.

Pinkie’s step hitched again, and the dishes rattled. Dusk hastily used his magic and transferred the contents from the tray to the table.

“Clumsy slut!” Rarity snapped at Pinkie Pie. “You had best pray that our master will be merciful.” The angry unicorn turned to face Dusk. “What do you suggest we do with this clumsy sow, master? Shall we throw her to the prisoners in the dungeon? They have not had a sniff of a female in years. There would be little left of her by the time they sated their lust on her body.”

“Ah, well, maybe, how about she just joins us for the meal.”

“You are far too soft, master. But your word is of course my command.” Rarity took a seat on the other side of the bench and picked up the teapot with her magic. “Shall I be mother, master?” she asked.

“Ah, sure, if you like,” Dusk mumbled as Pinkie moved up till she was standing beside Rarity.

Unseen by Dusk, who eyes were riveted south of Pinkie’s belly button, Rarity’s crop lifted into the air and moved behind Pinkie. The pink pony gave a startled squeak and lifted up on the tip of her hooves as the crop passed between her legs and then lifted up till the round shaft parted the lips of her sex. Once it was securely in place it began to slowly move back and forth.

Dusk was finding it pretty much impossible to keep his eyes off of Pinkie’s breasts; especially as they were no longer partially obscured by the contents of the tray. From this close he was sure that they were bigger than they had been. Was something wrong with them? Or was this a normal female thing he had never noticed? His breasts had certainly never swelled a cup size overnight. But then his breasts has barely been A-cup.

“Would you like some cream for your tea, master?” Rarity asked as she set down the teapot.

“Hmmm? Cream? Oh. Certainly. Thank you,” Dusk said, not even glancing at Rarity. Most of his attention was on the bulging mammaries in front of him, and what part of his mind that was not so occupied was making mental notes on the effects of male hormones on everyday perceptions. He’d never found his friend’s breasts this fascinating when he’d had a pair of his own.

Being so preoccupied, it was no wonder that Dusk was unaware of what Rarity was doing till a pair of teacups floated between his eyes and Pinkie’s breasts. He blinked as he came out of his ta ta induced trance just in time to see Rarity’s magic compress the base of Pinkie’s breasts. The ring of magic moved outward, squeezing soft tit flesh and growing smaller as they progressed. Soon they reached Pinkie’s nipples and when they did twin jets of milk shot from both of the engorged teats and splashed into the cups of tea held in front of them.

Pinkie’s eyes rolled up in her head as she tilted her muzzle toward the ceiling. A long slow squeak emerged from her rubber bit, sounding far more erotic than such a noise should.

Dusk saw none of this, his attention was fully on the cup Rarity floated through the air and set down in front of him.

“I think you’ll find you need not add any sweetener, Dusk darling,” Rarity remarked in a casual voice as she made a production of taking a delicate sip of her own Pinkie flavored tea. “Very tasty. I must remember to thank Nurse Redheart for the lactation spell.”

“GUhhhh,” Dusk said articulately, as a wet spot grew in the front of his pants.

Author's Notes:

I really hope I got a few giggles.

I do want to try and include a memorable kinky scene in each chapter, but what really makes me happy is if I can cause a few smiles.