Celestia wasn’t normally one to pace, least of all in her own office, but unlike the girl sitting in her cushioned blue chair (or, more accurately, sitting on the boy sitting in her cushioned blue chair), she was one to worry when things needed worrying.

After the school bell rang to signal the end of the day, the principal turned siren had texted Martin and Adagio come to her office. Normally she would’ve used the school intercom, but the reason for her new plan she wanted to discuss was that they were already attracting too much attention. She had hoped bringing Martin along might put Adagio in a more cooperative mood, but when they’d entered Adagio hadn’t even waited to hear what she had to say before walking around the desk, dropping her pants, bending over and telling Martin to do guess-what.

As the beautiful principal paced in front of her own desk though, she shot an evil glance at the two teenagers now fucking in her chair, both envious and annoyed. But all Martin would've seen if he opened his eyes was a forest of orange hair, and Adagio’s were closed in bliss as Cutie Pie idly groped her breasts under her shirt and bounced her up and down his dick with his leg.

“It’s still quite some time until the portal opens you know,” Celestia said loudly, crossing her arms. Adagio had already all but shut down her idea to speed things along, but Celestia wasn’t ready to let their plans fall to pieces just because Adagio got distracted by the sexy.

“So *huff* what?” Adagio replied, still lost in the comfortable feeling of a cock in her pussy and hands holding her breasts. “This is *mmm* pretty fun.”

Behind her, Martin silently disagreed, but only out of instinct, and continued to piston Adagio and softly squeeze her breasts, just like he’d been ordered to. He knew a certain poem concerning stick and stones which he’d tried to recite in his head every time he’d been called Cutie Pie or told he enjoyed what he was going through. And after, what? three weeks of being a willess sex slave to an ever growing pool of sirens, he’d started trying to become similarly detached even when they were talking about stick and stones. It was hard to put the terrible images out of his head every time they discussed his future, both near and far, but what did it matter who he was going to enthrall next, or how they’d conquer Equinstia, or whether he’d wear a dog-bondage suit or a flamingo one (three weeks of searching up sex toys will show you some very strange things)? It’s not like he could do anything about it!

“He’s a novelty!” Celestia shot back. She didn’t mean Cutie Pie was defective (she enjoyed being filled up by his sperm, and his emotions as much as the next siren), but unlike their leader she seemed to understand a good meal and fuck didn’t last forever. “Either we make him more powerful, or we need to start using our powers more effectively. If what you’ve said about your voices is true, sing during an assembly and we instantly have 400 minions and sources of food.”

Her attention grabbed, Adagio’s eyes shot open, and then narrowed. She kept her hands on the armrests of the chair and leaned forwards, the marvelous but still fairly new to her feeling of his cock inside her fading to the back of her mind as she finally addressed the apparent munity that had called her here head on.

“Okay, one: Novelty? What the hells that *ugh* supposed to mean? Cutie Pie’s the best *mmmm* damn fucktoy I’ve ever had!”

Celestia had no intention of explaining a simple word definition to a being supposedly millennia old, and Martin was almost thankful that his face was buried in Adagio’s massive mane, as it muffled their voices somewhat. He wished he could say he was at least enjoying the lead Dazzling’s tight, wet snatch and sizable melons, but he… well, he could, but it’d be like whenever he told an inquisitive classmate or teacher that he was going to study with the new girls, or that Rainbow Dash needed a jogging partner or Rarity a model. Outside of the process of recruitment, it didn’t matter what position was demanded of him or how hard he was ordered to thrust; all their sex felt totally passionless, and whatever pleasure he could get out of it was indistinguishable from the dehydration, sore body parts, and fatigue that came with it.

“Two,” Adagio continued. “Thanks for RAPE, but are you forgetting who’s in charge here? I am, and you don’t pull crap like making Aria enchant those extra necklace stones without my permission which I won’t give it because Cutie Pie has all the seductive power he needs! Giving him any more stones is just going to be overkill.”

Celestia had to agree with her that the single enchanted stone hanging around Martin’s neck certainly did its job well enough, because she’d talked with the other “puppets”, and they all agreed that 48 hours without taking a piece of Cutie Pie was unthinkable. But while tripling his power and causing every girl within 50 feet of him to cum in their pants the moment they saw him would certainly raise the eyebrows of any males in the room, there was no Equestria conquering without sirens, and there were no sirens without dazed and confused minds that would accept any changes a different enchanted rock forced on them.

“And three, for the billionth- *gasp*” The flame haired teenager bit her lip as Martin simultaneously scored direct hits on her nipple and clit with his finger and penis. The draw of orgasm appeared in her crotch, and he wasn’t pumping much faster, but she could feel his cock convulsing, fighting against the elastic for release. She squeezed the armrests will all her might and stared Celestia in the eye, determined to finish her tirade before she finished. “-time, I don’t want slaves or- what do you call them here? Cats? I want sirens! Sexy girls who are loyal to and think like me!” she shouted, not realizing that loyalty and Dazzlings are like malice and Fluttershy (well, pre-capture Fluttershy anyways).

Now ready to finish with Martin, her attention returned to their sex, and she leaned back and closed her eyes again as he voice trailed off.

“They can’t *ugh* prove anything *phew*. Cutie Pie’ll get them one… by… one… and- aaaaaahhh!” she gasped in surprise as Martin squeezed her massive mammaries tight under her bra, and she was flooded with warm sperm again. The feeling of being filled with hot seed again was all it took to send her over the edge too, and she countered his juices with her own. Martin stayed completely silent behind her, but she felt the need to moan loudly as their juices soaked their bare crotches.

While she watched the two teenagers further stain her office with their bodily fluids, Celestia thought back to Twilight Sparkle, the supposed current ruler of the world on the other side of the mirror, and wondered if maybe when they captured her, she should take over as lead siren.

Their bliss of orgasm lasted about fifteen seconds, afterwhich Adagio took a deep breath, and pushed herself off of Martin, his hands flopping out of her shirt and still hard and quite wet member slipping out of her until she stood up straight, leaving it to glisten in the brightly lit room despite the closed blinds.

Adagio sighed satisfied, stretching arms above her head, heedless of the human fluids dripping out of her and adding to the dark pool on the carpet from their first round. She looked over her shoulder at the source of the steady supply of delicious pleasure, pain, and despair she was tasting, and smiled at the sight of a cum-covered Cutie Pie and his defeated, dead eyed expression. She turned around and looked at the first captured siren smugly.

“Like I said, so what if we’re acting a little weird?” Martin heard her say as he slumped his head to the side in the chair. The smell of sex was almost comfortable in his nose now. He tried his best to tune out what they were saying and wait for an order. “Nobody can prove anything, and by the time-”

The sound of knuckles rapping on the door cut her off, and all three of them jumped in surprise.

The thought of possibly having been overheard brought Celestia and Adagio’s eyes to the door at lightspeed. The white pull-down blind covered the window on the door and concealed their visitor though.

“Principal Celestia?” they heard a deep but shrill voice call out. Adagio’s heart skipped another beat, the idea of being caught now seemingly very real to her. Celestia was of course more collected, now realizing that it was probably just a normal student call, but it took her a second to place the voice. Martin recognized it instantly though as the one had invited him Spitfire and Rainbow Dash over to the gym a few days ago.

“It’s Soarin and Mac. we don’t mean to be rude, but we really need to talk about, uh, getting… Mac’s family to... cater for our game!”

“Uh, eeyup,” a second voice confirmed. Adagio breathed a light sigh of relief.

“Alright, we’re almost finished in here. Just give Martin and Adagio a minute to wrap up and grab their coats,” Celestia yelled back, then turned her head to her sex slave and, paradoxically, mistress. Adagio and Martin both understood what they had to do, but while Adagio virtually dived for her backpack and pants, Martin was much slower to the punch.

Lying or sitting down on cushioned furniture of some sort in a pool of more than one person’s bodily fluids was the only place he felt, not comfortable, but at peace now. Everywhere else he was either getting fucked, waiting to get fucked, or walking through a sea of people he had to lie to. His lips were dry, his eyelids heavy, and softening cock aching, but he knew what he had to do, and slowly put his hands on the armrests and pushed himself up.

“-and just what do you do every time we send you on a mission?” Adagio ranted at Martin as they walked the darkened and by now empty hallways of CHS on the way to the front doors side by side. “Every time we send you out with one very simple job; have sex with a beautiful girl while wearing a spell that makes girls attracted to you, and put a ring on them while they’re horny. Even Sonata couldn’t screw that up, and yet it takes you four hours every single time.”

She didn’t even looking at him as she chastised his poor performance, but every human, pony and other siren was always fucking things up for Adagio Dazzle, and Cutie Pie was the only one who actually seemed to listen to her constructive criticism.

He wasn’t. He used to actually listen to the kind of shit horny girls of questionable sanity spat out and poked logical holes in it, but like everything else it was wearing him down. Currently, he found the feeling of his and her cum scraping around inside his leather pants every time he took a step, and the question of whether it made the garment less or more comfortable, far more engaging. One good thing about the extra sirens was that they’d pitched in for his quadrupled rent (well, technically not quadrupled. It goes up 1% times each person’s age for every person added, but only for the first few months. Afterwards it’s rounded out into a flat rate), but the various cleaning bills they racked up alone were more than twice his government issued allowance (well, more like 1.81 times. He’d had math last period that day).

“I’m sorry mistress Adagio,” he apologized absentmindedly.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it,” said mistress replied. Martin’s alertness returned and head turned up against his will as he realized what she’d said. Both of them kept facing and walking forwards, but past times Adagio had said that sprung to both of their minds, triggering a smile from the right side of the hall and a mental gulp from the left.

“Martin,” Adagio started to voice her fantasies again, paying no heed to the light squeaks of rubber on the floor behind them. “When we get home we’re going to-*WHAP*-UGH!”

“We’re going to ‘whap-ugh’?” Martin asked confused. When he turned around though, he barely had time to register seeing someone (Applejack) swing something (a baseball bat) upwards into a hunched over in pain Adagio’s face to some noise (wood cracking) before two blurs, one of pink and one vaguely orange and black came in front of him, grabbed his arms, and shoved him backwards into the walls with the force of a bullet train.

A metallic clang echoed throughout the hallway, and Martin gave an appropriate *oof!* as the air was forced from his lungs, and momentum proved the back of his head’s greatest enemy once again. He’d shut his eyes on impact, but he already knew who the blurs were.

“I’m only gonna say this once: What have you done to our friends!” Sunset Shimmer shouted to his right.

“Only once? But what if he doesn’t hear it? I know sometimes people need-” Pinkie Pie started.

“I heard you!” Martin said sternly, opening his eyes. Against (most) logic, his primary emotions were anger and annoyance. He saw Adagio on her hands and knees, and Applejack swing the bat into her head for a third time, finally crumpling her on the floor. He felt the magic-mandated need to help her, but knew she was tougher than she looked (the bat was visibly splintered in Applejack’s hand), and without even struggling he could tell that it would take more than even his impressive teenage bust to break Pinkie Pie and Sunset Shimmer’s surprisingly strong pins on his arms.

“Then answer the damn question!” Sunset growled, leaning in front of his face. “You meet with them,” she cocked her head back at the unconscious Adagio. “-put on one of their necklaces, and now every girl you meet with puts on one of those rings and starts acting weird and avoiding us! What the hell-”

“What Sunet means tuh say-!” Applejack cut her off as she approached him. “-is that if anythin’s funny with dem der stones they’re puttin’ on ya, ya’ll needa tell us raht about now!”

The cowgirl dropped the bat with an unpleasant clatter to show her sincerity. No sooner had she seen those three girls walking the hallways with their gaudy clothing and provocative swagger than she knew something wasn’t right with them. And although she and Martin didn’t share any classes, you didn’t need to be the supposed Element of Honesty to tell something was bothering him.

To add to the confusion, one day she’d seen him and the new girls walking around with Celestia and Luna. And then first Rarity, then Rainbow Dash came back from meetings with Martin wearing rings they said they’d ordered online, and started walking and talking increasingly different. They still talked to them in the lunchroom, but were always busy after school.

Pinkie Pie, Sunset and Fluttershy had verbally dismissed her suspicions, but Applejack knew they were worried too. Sunset had accepted Martin’s offer for a study session in the hopes of learning more about the now even more reclusive boy, but when he stood her up and Fluttershy came to lunch the next day with a sway in her walk and cutting someone in line, they knew they couldn’t risk standing by anymore.

“What’s wrong with the stones? Did the stones just hit a girl over the head with a baseball bat?!” Martin shot back. He didn’t talk very much these days, but whenever he had to to serve his mistresses best interests, his tongue seemed to craft lies all on it’s own.

Hearing his point, Sunset’s face softened, and she looked back around at her unconscious classmate. For a moment the girl on the floor had purple hair and wore a white shirt and purple skirt. This whole plan they’d concocted was painfully similar to the fantasies she’d had about Twilight during their three day bid for the crown. She then remembered that only half of them ended with Twilight face down on the floor; a quarter ended with Twilight sitting in her own Equestrian throne next to Princess Sunset Shimmer’s, and a quarter had her naked in a collar, lapping from dog bowl labeled “Twily” at the foot of Sunset’s.

But then Adagio Dazzle reappeared on the floor, and she remembered that these two people had hurt the Elements of Harmony, just like she used to. Angry again, she turned back to Martin, and reached past his shirt collar to pull out his necklace.

“Well in that case, you wouldn’t mind if we tore this suspiciously magical looking thing off, would you?”

“Really? I don’t think it looks very magical. But I guess you’re the expert,” Pinkie Pie’s commented.

Martin looked down at his necklace in Sunset’s hand and thought about her “threat”. The first few days, his arms had been itching to bend up behind his neck and unclip it or just yank it off. Everytime he was capturing a girl he got a taste of what if felt like to not have the burden of its commands weighing down on him, but he knew he wouldn’t be free until it was torn off, flushed down the toilet, and mailed to Antarctica. And as Ms Shimmer proceeded to prove when she tugged sharply on it…

“Ow!”

-and only succeeded in yanking his head forward painfully (his collar stopping it from digging into his spine), that wouldn’t happen until the “transfixtion magic” binding it around his neck was removed.

Convinced she hadn’t pulled hard enough, Sunset tried the same thing again expecting different results, and was proven insane.

“Will you cut that out?!” Martin said angrily. Now his neck and head hurt. The flame haired beauty let go of the stone reached around his neck to untangle it from the collar’s spikes and feel for a clasp. Since she had to shift in even further to do so, her hold on the boy’s right arm got even weaker, and looking to his right he figured he could probably break out if he wanted to.

“Stand back sugarcube,” he heard Applejack say though when Sunset’s search came up blank, and Martin was reminded that he was far from the strongest or, he looked to his left, fastest in the hallway. Trying to break free wouldn’t help.

The former demon moved back to holding his arm with both hands, and Applejack grabbed the cursed piece of jewelry on either side of the stone. Her face stern, she pulled outwards as hard as she could, stretching the chain and pulling the jewel up to her eye level. Her hands started to slip down the chain so she moved them back it, and pulled outwards hard again, the whip of the chain audible. But still, it wasn’t going anywhere.

“Okay, girls, if you’re done trying to rob me can I-” he paused. They seemed pretty dead set on getting it off, and they weren’t just going to let them go after beating their classmate into unconsciousness. His most logical move would be to enthrall them, but so long as there were three of them, the necklace was only going to focus on him.

“Ooh! Ooh! Let me try! I’ve always wanted to use these!”

All three of their heads swiveled over to Pinkie Pie, just in time to see her pull the Jaws Of Life out from behind her back.

Without a word, she slipped the giant claws around the upraised chain, and activated them. After a hissing noise, there was a disproportionately loud snapping noise, and Martin felt the severed necklace slide across his his neck then chest, and clatter to the floor.

In an instant, it was like his eyes had been opened to a massive revelation, everything he’d ever known was wrong. He had to help his mistresses: says who? He was obligated do what sirens said: Actually, no. It was like his mind could move three dimensionally again, and his whole body felt light as a feather; even lighter than it had been with Rainbow Dash and Spitfire. He took a massive breath right in the hallway, breathing of his own initiative, not because it suited anyone else, and looked his three liberators in the eyes all at once, a smile fighting to appear on his lips.

“Oh-oh my god, thank you! Thank you so much!” he said, speaking with true hope on his tongue for the first time in weeks.

“Wow! People aren’t usually this happy when I break their stuff,” Pinkie commented, holstering the three-foot contraption in her back pocket. All three girls were a little confused. Sunset had talked about different gem based enchantments, and removing the necklace that it started with seemed like a good place to begin, but him gasping like it had been a noose the moment it was taken off and pulling a total 180 by thanking them was still a little unexpected, since their main theory was actually that Martin Saylin had joined the Dazzling willingly.

Either way, smiles also appeared on Applejack and Sunset’s faces as they knew that whatever they were doing, they’d just done something seriously right.

“Okay. First, can you please let me go?” he asked panting.

“Heeeey, wait a sec,”

“Now jus hold on uh minut,’”

“Right, sorry,”

All three girls spoke at the same time, and Martin’s right arm was let free as Sunset took a step back. He then looked to his left annoyed, and Pinkie Pie sheepishly released his other one. Feeling his metal chilled and possibly bruised arms up and down, he stepped into the middle of the hallway to the right Adagio’s unconscious body, and started to explain.

“Okay. So, a couple weeks ago, when you sent me out to greet them,” he glared at Sunset, who held her arm and turned her head ashamed. “They told me they were gonna turn me into their sex slave.”

“Their sex slave!” All three gasped at once. Martin nearly rolled his eyes at their immature shock, but then had to consider for a moment how this all probably looked to an outside observer. Even if everyone and their grandmother had picked up on the sexual energy subtext nature of a handsome teenage boy going home everyday with various gorgeous teenage girls, the boy seemingly doing the same with the school principals would have thrown all but the most suspicious and depraved minds off the trail. The speed with which he changed his partners would have added to the confusion, and even without all that, demon girls could try to destroy a school and nobody would be prepared for someone to say they were a sex slave in its hallways.

“Yes, their sex slave. I know this sound crazy but it’s the least of our problems.”

“Ya mean them three little cunts’ve been ridin’ ya lak a pony all day everuh day’n-” Applejack paused. She was still processing not only the idea that a boy she’d walked past everyday had been getting raped in his spare time, but the guilt of having been angry at him for it. Now, like Sunset and Pinkie Pie’s faces showed they were doing to, she was connecting dots and realizing what this probably meant their principals and best friends had probably done with him when they were alone. It didn’t make sense; none of them would ever even conceive of using another human for their own satisfaction that way, and yes, they’d been acting differently, but the elements bearers had resisted mind control before, but they still knew it to be true.

Martin could see the heartache he was causing them, and thought back to how he’d look at them in the cafeteria and wonder if ignorance really was bliss. But they’d saved his life once before (well, a two thirds of the girls in front of him comprised a third of the group that had, but now wasn’t the time to split naturally pink hairs), he owed them the truth.

“Yes, they have. And I’m sent out to put rings on other-”

“Applejack! Pinkie! Sunset!”

Martin almost yelped at the sound of a voice behind him. He’d all but forgotten about the second siren still conscious in the building, and feared all the freedom he’s have by the end of the night was the selection of which of the three new sirens got to fuck him first. Fortunately, he placed the voice to the same face as last time, and the girls didn’t look afraid as they looked behind him, so he turned around slowly.

Big Macintosh and Soarin had come around the same corner that the girls presumably had, and walked up to them. Even with the necklace on the floor and hopefully soon to be dropped down the drain, the presence of boys in his immediate vicinity still gave Martin comfort.

“Mac?” Applejack asked her brother sounding annoyed, walking past Martin to greet him. “Did she kick ya outta her offis lak a lazy farm hand? We still need’a-”

But no sooner did Martin notice the glints of light both Mac’s red and Soarin’s blue shirts than there was a *swoosh*, and a *crack*, and a grunt, and a crumple as Applejack’s superhumanly muscular brother casually swung his fist across his sister’s face, and she fell to the floor in front of Martin.

“Oh fuck! Run!” Martin shouted, and spun around. He saw Sunset and Pinkie Pie had looks of utter shock on their faces, and suspected they wouldn’t be able to react in time, but chivalry and debts be damned, he wasn’t going back if he could help it.

He couldn’t. He made it only two steps (which was low even for his pathetic attempts to flee), and past his two remaining saviors before something grabbed his ankle. He stumbled forwards, but managed to catch himself on his other foot, and looked down to have his fears confirmed; A bloody nosed but smiling Adagio held his foot.

Seeing this, without even speaking Sunset Shimmer kicked the other orange haired girl in the side of the head in an attempt to free her new friend. Adagio grunted and her grip loosened, but after weeks of feeding off Martin it was like kicking a brick wall. Martin pulled his foot up and slammed it down on her head, and he felt that with another kick he’d be free, but the massive human shadow on the floor by now showed he was already out of time.

Big Macintosh’s massive arms wrapped around Sunset and Pinkie’s heads and yanked them backwards into his chest to muffled screams.

“No. No! This can’t be happening! Diabolus ex Machina!” his inner voice screamed as he watched the two girls struggle fruitlessly in the calm-faced giant’s grip, kicking their legs, clawing at his forearms, anything to let them breath again. Knowing there was no way he could save them from the brainwashed teenage farmer who had them pinned against his chest like plushies, he looked down the hallway again, determined to flee against all odds and magically enhanced siren-strength. He didn’t even get the chance to test Adagio’s grip because he heard Soarin shout, felt something round ram him back, and next thing he knew he was kissing the floor.

His head swam again, only this time the distinct warmth of having been hit (sounds strange when you say it out loud) covered his entire face. His head started to clear, and judging by the human weight on his back that was now shifting on top of him, Soarin had made use of whatever few football skills he’d picked up and tackled him.

Martin looked forward at his outstretched hands to consider how to use them, but did so just in time to see them snatched off the floor and pulled behind his back. Dual clicking sounds and the familiar feeling of metal and fluff followed.

Pinkie Pie was never one to elbow people in the stomach, but seeing the last of her allies cuffed she growled through Macintosh’s arm, and elbowed his stomach with all her might. When she did though, she was confused as to who’d hit who because her elbow hurt and he’d barely flinched. His only response was to hug them tighter and lean back slightly, and both his captives screamed in fear again as they felt their airways almost completely cut off and their kicking feet pulled an inch or two off the ground.

“Ugh” Applejack groaned clutching her forehead. “Anybahdy git the number’a dat truck that-” she looked down the hall and saw though clearing vision her friends struggling in the grasp of the two boys she’d sent to distract Celestia, and remembered why she was on the floor in the first place. She didn’t know what had gotten into them exactly, but people doing weird and out-of-character stuff seemed the name of the game now, and the mere sight of her friends in trouble, even if said trouble came from her family, ignited a fire in her only matched by Rainbow Dash in a similar situation. “Hey! ya’ll git yer-”

“Macintosh, if you sister resists, snap their necks.” Celestia’s calm but loud voice behind her froze Applejack halfway up off the floor.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Yes ma’am.” Soarin and Big Mac said in unison. Both Pie and Shimmer gave more muffled shrieks from behind Mac’s massive arms.

“Snaph my hecks! Hi heed hothes!” Pinkie Pie protested.

“Yes ma’am?! Yes fucking ma’am?! She tells you to kill us and you say yes ma’am?!” Martin’s inside voice shouted in disbelief. But then he considered the past few weeks again. The farmer and the athlete’s voices sounded identical to how they had been before, but that wasn’t possible because people wearing the necklaces sounded small and stilted and afraid, didn’t they? He turned his head on its side to look up at his tackler’s face, and it seemed perfectly normal, but also without joy. “Jesus Christ! Is this what I’m like with the necklace?”

“P-principal Celestia?” Applejack stuttered in disbelief, turning to face her teacher and friends as Celestia sauntered down the hallway towards them.

“She’s one of them!” Martin shouted on the floor in an attempt to warn the cowgirl, not noticing that the hand around his ankle was gone.

“Ugh,” Adagio clutched her head standing up. “‘Flyin’, or whatever the hell your name is, slam his head against the floor!”

Martin felt his hair grabbed and saw the floor sunk beneath, then rush up to him as he was shoved back down so hard he could taste the floor wax. He avoided a broken nose by a few degrees, but now the right side of his face felt ready to break and bleed.

“Nope, no way,” his inner voice answered its previous question.

Applejack stood up, her eyes darting between her friends struggling in her former allies arms, and Celestia, who was now within feet of her. She’d heard what both Martin and Celestia had said, but she was still conflicted on how to act. Run for help? Attack Mac? Hold Celestia hostage? Nothing she could think up satisfied her conscience or her logic. As always though, principal Celestia had the answer.

“Applejack, you did bring your lassos, didn’t you?” she asked in a soft tone. The cowgirl’s involuntary feeling of her pocket was all the answer she needed.

“Good,” she placed her hand on the scared girl’s shoulder, still mocking her student with the motherly attitude that had guided her for years. “Now, I want you to take two strands out,” she looked across the room at their three captive, who had all ceased their struggles. “-and tie you friends up.”

Applejack’s face tightened in anger and she opened her mouth to protest but:

“-And if you don’t…-”

“-Then we’ll see if these two little sluts follow orders better than Cutie Pie!” Adagio cut off Celestia’s cut off, looking back and forth between the two boys restraining their prisoners, and wondering if she really had been too hasty to pick a sex slave.

Applejack’s cheeks started burning, and not just from her brother’s strike. She took a step back, pulling herself out of her principal, or, at least, something that looked like her principal’s reach, and again shifted her eyes back and forth between her captive friends, who she could tie up, and Celestia, who she could attack or run past. The two coils of rope she often used as lassos felt far larger in her pocket now, but although she couldn’t see her friends undoubtedly terrified faces from her angle, she could imagine them sobbing and squirming beneath her as she used all her acquired rope knowledge on them for the sole purpose of restraining them for…

“Wh-What’re ya gonna do tah us?” she asked tearfully turning back to Celestia, even though the mere fact that she was asking it to her beloved principal was answer enough. Hearing the girl who was only unrestrained due to a lack of strong arms continue to stall and forget who was in charge here, Adagio stopped eyeing up Soarin’s ass and the bulge in Mac’s pants (which she certainly hoped wasn’t a lasso).

“Kill them!” she shouted.

Hearing the order was like being shot in the heart for the farmer and the soccer player, but the jewels Celestia had controlled them into putting on meant they’d never show it.

Big Macintosh’s massive arms squeezed Pinkie and Sunset’s heads even tighter, cutting off what ever shrieks they might’ve wanted to make, and ready to twist about to twist outwards.

Soarin pulled Martin up by the hair again, ready to bash him into the floor until he was the janitor’s problem.

It was less than a second before Applejack shouted “Wait!”, but all their lives flashed before their eyes. In hindsight, Sunset wished she’d never put anyone else in this position of near death, Pinkie wished she’d thrown the new girls a better welcoming party so that they’d never try anything like this, and Martin, well, he decided to list them alphabetically. Comes with being an orphaned sex slave.

“Whait!” Whait!” Applejack shouted, reaching and running for them. She then stopped right behind her brother, putting her hand on his shoulder and hanging her head. “Ahm-Ahm sorry. Ah-Ah’ll do it. Ah’ll truss’m up. Just please let mah bruther an’ the boys go.”

“You’re in no position to be making demands, Applesnatch,” Adagio taunted, walking over to join Celestia. “Now bind! Big Cock-!” she pointed to Macintosh. Another spark of anger appeared in Applejack hearing her brother addressed as such, but she held it in. “-Let Sunset go.”

Gasping for breath Sunset Shimmer fell to her knees in front of Macintosh. Applejack rushed around her brother to kneel down next to her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Ahm so sarry sugarcube,” she apologized sincerely.

“No *cough* it’s okay,” Sunset wheezed out, then to Applejack’s further shame, slowly brought her wrists behind her back. “Just don’t let them hurt Pinkie or Martin.”

“-or Mac or Soarin,” Applejack thought as she looked up at her brother to see what kind of facial expression losing one’s free will and identity evoked. Above the neckline, he looked completley normal. Stern, somewhat determined, but he might as well have been stacking boxes for all it told her. In her mind, this was far worse than seeing shit-your-pants horror on her brother’s face, because at least then she could empathize with him. “Mah god Mac, ahm so sarry I brot ya inta this. Ah promise you ya won’t be no sex slave.” Her eyes shut tight for a second in supressed rage before she returned to tying up Sunset. “Promise.”

Behind Big Mac’s adjusted-for-single-occupancy grip, Pinkie Pie cry-smiled at the display of sisterly affection. Under Soarin grip though, which now had his head back on the floor facing away from all the drama, and past the sounds of rope’s being tightened, Martin heard Adagio’s boots clopping back over to them, and then the sound of a small chain clinking, and his eyes went wide and bladder weakened.

“Hmm, looks like our transfixtion magic needs a little work,” Adagio commented, picking up Martin’s discarded necklace.

“Transfixa-what now?” Applejack looked at Adagio after she tightened the last knot around her friends wrists. “Ah think that if we’re all bein’ kidunapped we dehserve more uva-”

“No!” she was interrupted, strangely not by either siren, but by Martin, who wasn’t ready for the spell again. His will to fight renewed, he struggled and thrashed in Soarin’s grip, shaking his hands, kicking his legs, he had to get away. Despite the cuffs, Soarin was forced to grab his wrists with both hands to hold him in place, but he shook his freed head violently, and pulled his arms up and down, desperately trying to dislodge his captor grip.

Nonplussed, Adagio calming walked about to the writhing, squirming boy with the broken-chained necklace. Applejack, Sunset and Pinkie could only look on in shock as she trotted to the other side of him and knelt down.

“You evil fucking rapist cunt!”

“Martin,” she said calmly, although talking to him while he wasn’t guaranteed to obey her felt a little strange after so long.

“Go to hell!”

“Martin!” she shouted, grabbing him by the hair (at this rate he’d be bald pretty soon), stilling his shaking head. “I could easily put this in your hand and order you to swallow this.”

Martin’s whole body was instantly still, and Adagio’s evil smirk returned.

“But I haven’t had any good practice in weeks. ♫Aaaaahhhh♫♫Aaaaaahhhhhh♫”

The second the magical tune reached his ears, Martin’s eye’s became dead, and all his fear and anger dissipated as his consciousness was cleared out to make room for the Dazzling’s will.

“♫Aaaaahhhh♫♫Aaaaaahhhhhh♫”

The entire hallway, including Celestia, Soarin, and Big Mac looked on in utter bewilderment. Celestia had at least been told of a true siren’s powers, but even though she could already mind control people with her own ring, the idea of completely controlling someone’s emotions and will with musical notes still needed to be seen/heard to be believed.

“♫Aaaaahhhh♫♫Aaaaaahhhhhh!♫” the lead siren wrapped up her order of compliance with a side of happiness by looking up at Applejack, Sunset and Pinkie, and still saw only their shocked faces. “Hmmm. You were right. Immune.” she said to Celestia without looking away.

“Immune to what? You’re singing? I don’t think so. You may be evil but that was actually -mmph!” Macintosh had apparently realized shutting Pinkie up was in his new mistress’s best interests, and clamped her throat again.

“Well, anyways,” Adagio continued, standing back up. “Flyin’, get off of him.”

Soarin obediently stood up off Martin, who continued to lie on the floor in his cuffs.

“♫Aaahhhh♫Aaaaahhhh♫” Adagio hummed another tune, and Martin slowly got back onto his knees, and stood up to face Adagio. The green glow in his eyes brought a smile to Adagio’s face, and she reached up to hold his chin.

“♫turn around♫” she hummed deliberately so that the others could understand.

Martin complied. The three magical students more or less knew to expect some sort of mind control at this point, but when they saw his smile, they all jumped back, since the expression was absent on Soarin or Big Mac’s faces.

♫What’s your name?♫” Adagio sung-asked, stepping around him to stare the three head on. She was fully confident the emotions and specific answers she was singing into his cute little head would demonstrate her power.

“Cutie Pie.”

“♫What are you?♫

“Your fucktoy.”

The girls all grimaced.

“Celestia,” Adagio took a break from vocals to turn to her companion. “Do you have the key?”

Before she could answer, Soarin started digging through his pockets, and pulled out the handcuff key. Taking it, Adagio was reminded of the benefits of enchantment’s more general control. Nevertheless, she turned back to Martin.

♫And if I set you free, will you put these on Applesnatch after she’s done tying the other’s up?♫ She almost cringed, since using her powers for extended commands without rhyming was quite uncomfortable. Fortunately for her though, both Applejack and the partially resurrected Cutie Pie seemed to get the message.

“Hell yeah.” Martin replied, high on the pleasure doing what he was doing was giving him.

Before she returned to tying up Sunset, who reluctantly lay down on her stomach for her feet to be bound, Applejack looked at her principal, who she now realized wasn’t in her right mind,

“Celestia,”

And then her brother,

“*gulp* Mac,”

And then two people she sort of knew,

“Soarin, Martin, ah promise we’re gonna help ya’ll.”

“Tut, tut, Applesnatch,” Celestia criticised her student, proving her point. “Part of being honest is not making promises you can’t keep.”

“What about him?” inquired Aria, pointing to the square inch photo in the yearbook denoting Thunderlane.

“‘Maybe’ does not end the conversation, Aria dear,” said Rarity, flipping the page back to last years sophomores to point to Bulk Biceps’ picture. “Selecting any item to make an investment of time and resources, be it dress, sofa, or *sigh at the uncouth term* sex slave, requires an in depth discussion.”

“Pfff, sounds boring,” puffed Rainbow Dash, standing up and looking out the barn back doors. “We got the touch, we got the power, just slap a necklace on every sexy one around 18 and take your pick later!”

The total of nine sirens on the Rarity-mandated picnic blanket in the Sweet Apple Barn all had their own thoughts about the new development of “Resource Management”, “Analysis”, “Planning” and “Execution” that Celestia had envisioned, and Sunset, Pinkie, and Applejack’s rescue attempt had secured the implementation of.

A soft smile hadn’t left Celestia’s lips since the jewels had gone on Soarin and Macintosh; she was so proud of herself. They’d entered her office, and she’d decided to act heedless what Adagio thought. Pretty soon all the brats she and her sister had to put on a show for even after they’d been freed from their boring old selves would either be zombies, allies, or their fucktoys, and Adagio could have all the sex she wanted while Celestia gorged herself on the power she only sampled everyday with Martin.

Aria was proud of herself too. Since she’d enchanted the necklaces that had made tied up Applejack, Pinkie, and Sunset horny until they begged to be let free just so they could fuck the boys tied up in front of them, every time she looked at one of the boys’ bound, gagged, toned bodies she saw the necklaces (their only clothing article now) as a symbol of her ownership and awesomeness.

Luna couldn’t stop smiling either, because the whole situation was funny. The three boys, still shackled in their jewelry but minds temporarily cleared by their mistresses lusts would disagree, but that very morning Luna had discussed how Cutie Pie’s cuteness is disproportionate to his sustenance with Spitfire and Rainbow Dash. To get a text with instructions to go to Sweet Apple Acres and pictures of mind controlled Soarin and Big Macintosh the last three girls they needed to take before they felt comfortable enslaving the rest of Canterlot over their shoulders in cuffs or rope was a joke Luna found in very good taste.

Spitfire was feeling very optimistic about what had texted her to come to Sweet Apple Acres. Since she’d been captured she’d felt like a fifth wheel for the first time in her life. She barely got any time with Martin, and was never consulted about anything despite being far more experienced in leadership than Dash or Fluttershy. Granted, a soccer team is a bit different than a group of mind controlled sirens bent on world domination, but she knew she was an accident for the second time in her life, and couldn’t wait until there was a little more cock to go around.

Fluttershy was… happy, she guessed. Happy that she and her friends were together again, and that she didn’t have to be afraid of anything, particularly “talking” to boys. Still though, she felt like she was losing something. Not her personality, the first thing she’d done after putting on her ring (besides dressing Martin as a cat and fucking him of course) was calling up the shelter and telling them she’d be busy for the foreseeable future. But there was a level of intimacy and security she felt when she was either alone with Martin (she never called him Cutie Pie) or with him and her new friends that she felt would be lost if every other attractive boy in school was like him.

Sonata had to agree. Cutie Pie was the best boyfriend she’d ever had, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to put him at the mercy of an entire school of people she wouldn’t get anytime to know. Still though, the red and the blue one’s moans were sexy.

Rarity was quite satisfied with how things were turning out. Just like the feeling she got when a satisfied customer left her boutique, seeing her friends embrace sirenhood the way she had brought pride and joy to her heart, and she’d be happy when all of Canterlot had the same gift as either her or Martin. The only hang up for her, as she was reminded when Applebloom and Granny Smith had to be mind controlled and told to wait in the house, was that not all of Canterlot would get that gift. Children would have to wait their turn, and the elderly, well… you can’t please everyone.

And Ms Dazzle herself was in a strange position. Shortly after seeing that spectacular light show outside the cafe, she and her sisters had discussed their plan to harness the Equestrian magic, and the key point she’d stressed was subtlety: whatever had caused that, it was far more powerful than they were, and they couldn’t take it head on at least until they secured a steady supply of food. The creation of an inside agent to serve both purposes (and a few others) was the logical conclusion, but even before she was so rudely interrupted by the aforementioned rescue attempt, she’d realized that they’d gotten too caught up in the means and forgotten the end. Alone Cutie Pie was insufficient, and recruiting in both the male and female categories was necessary. Even as their three greatest threats (currently on earth) raped boys around her though, she felt cheated in her victory, and her contempt for not just Celestia, but Luna for always agreeing with her, Aria for making enchanting the necklaces and all the rest for thanking Celestia instead of her, grew with every moan she heard.

Speaking of which, outside the tree Macintosh Apple, codename: Applecock, was tied to shook hard enough for a few of its apples to drop as his second climax took him.

Rope after rope of semen shot from his footlong member and into Sunset Shimmer’s mouth, but despite her past experience she only managed to swallow two mouthfuls of the salty goo before she started to choke, and pulled her mouth away.

“*Cough* *Hack*” she spit out the excess cum still holding his cock in her hand. Sperm still dripped from Macintosh’s tip, but she cut off the flow with a tight squeeze of her hand and looked up at him angrily. “Not cool, Macintosh.”

The muscle-bound hunk did feel bad for doing what she’d just spent the last several minutes “coaxing” him into doing, but while she choked on his cum he was choking on the lump in his throat. He’d guilted his sister into letting him help when they both knew he’d only get in the way. And because of his selfishness he Soarin had been shown Celestia’s ring, which made him feel like it was a good idea to put on the necklaces she was handing them, which in turn made them feel like it was a good idea to serve and obey women that met certain qualifications.

Since then, in short order, he’d told the woman he was sent to distract what was going on, punched his little sister in the face, nearly killed the happiest and the most remorseful two girls in the world just because he was told to, gone home, stripped naked in front of twelve girls, and allowed himself to be tied to the tree. And only when Sunset was brought in front of him and started eyeing him up and licking her lips did he start to realize this wasn’t a normal Wednesday.

“Awww, don’t cry,” Sunset cooed, standing up and putting her hand on his cheek. “You know, back when I was evil, I always thought I might do this to you once I ruled Equestria and Earth. “

Sunset’s words stung the young farmer’s heart, not because of her total lack of self awareness, but because of how it was like every time a girl stared at his ass or grabbed his crotch times a million. And her assault on his humanity didn’t relent.

“You’ll never have to farm, or do homework, or worry. All you’ll need to do is cum in me every day!”

“Mmmmph!” Big Mac screamed through his own underwear, which was held in his mouth by a cleave gag. He couldn't be her sex slave! He couldn't abandon his home and his work! Could he?

He did just cum in her mouth after all.

“Mmmmmmph!” he screamed even louder as the same guilt and self doubt that Martin originally felt hit him, but his scream became a gasp when her hand gripped his shaft tight again, and she kissed him on his gag.

She started to stroke him off, the remaining saliva serving as lube. Despite himself, Mac’s eyes rolled back in his head at the feeling of her soft but firm hand, and since kissing around his gag was actually quite awkward, she resolved to attacking his now vulnerable neck with licks and kisses. A fire built in both of their crotches, and a new set of moans wafted over to the barn.

-Inside of which, up on the loft, Soarin, now simply called “Pet”, wasn’t doing much better.

“Sproing! Sproing! Sproing! Sproing!” Pinkie Pie verbalized her bounces.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” moaned Soarin. Spitfire and Rainbow Dash had correctly presumed he wouldn’t need a gag, and had simply gotten him naked and tied his arms to his sides and legs together.

“You know Dashie said you were like putty, but you really don’t feel like putty. You actually feel pretty hard in me. Thanks,” Pinkie speed talked while she rode him.

“Neeugh! Soarin’s scream of pleasure echoed in the barn when Pinkie’s raining wet tightness swallowed him up to her cervix again, and his tip was stimulated again.

“Hmm,” the party girl put her finger to her chin in contemplation, but without breaking her rhythm on his cock. “I’m fluent in mouthful-of-cupcakes speak, but my sexy-moans is a little rusty. Ummm… mmmmm, hugh,” she replied, trying to convey that she liked the pace they were going at, but fudging the tenses and accidently saying she enjoyed the pace they’d gone at very recently.

“I knew you weren’t a virgin, but did you hear what Spitfire said? That you melt the moment anyone touches your penis? I guess everyone melts to something. For me it’s cupcakes. Hey! How about when-”

“Gaaaaah!” Pinkie had gotten distracted (big shocker) and forgotten to focus on how hard the soccer player was panting and even thrusting back a little beneath her. Before she knew it, he screamed for a final time and exploded inside her.

“Oh! Right! Uuuuuh!” Pinkie remembered, and squeezed her breasts to cum with him (like every part of her body, her orgasms were hers to command). For almost a full minute both their eyes were in the back of their heads and their tongue hung out. The whole world seemed to spin around Soarin as he became lost in the pleasure hitting his own body. He wasn’t guilty for having cum in this poor girl, but he currently lacked the mental capacity to be happy either. Ms Pie had a veritable waterfall between her legs which nearly drowned out the sizable amount of cum he shot into her, but she knew it was the thought that counted.

By the time both of them came down, the sexy teenage boy’s entire crotch shined with honey, but he in turn had been firing dry for several seconds. Pinkie Pie sighed and let go of her now sore breasts to look down at his catatonically happy face.

“Wow! I thought only my Uber Sweety Sugar Grenades could do that to people,” she commented “Whelp, round two! Sproing! Sproing!”

While Pinkie and Soarin shook the roof above them, downstairs Applejack paced behind her captive.

On the way in, before he’d stopped thinking what Adagio wanted and Applejack started thinking what his new bracelet wanted, Martin had seen both Soarin and Big Mac get tied up with Pinkie Pie and Sunset set down in front of them, and thought to himself:

“I’m so happy and want to obey Adagio!”

… Because that’s what Adagio wanted him to think. But if she wasn’t singing a tune every minute or so, he’d probably have thought that whatever bondage position they were going to put him in it couldn’t be worse than getting spread-eagle tied to a bed again… right up until he and his soon-to-be rapist were led into the enclosed stables, and both their opinions of horses, particularly anthropomorphic ones, soured greatly.

While Applejack’s ankles were tied, and she was set gently on the floor, his hands were roughly bound behind his back and the ends or the rope were run through the ceiling rafters. The smallest horse bit they could find was fastened painfully around his head and he was bent over and clipped into the waist high bar along the wall. After the leg spreader Fluttershy’s advanced planning had purchased and brought with her to the meeting was put between his legs, he was in the most compromising position in his life, and felt true embarrassment again for the first time in weeks.

After his recovered necklace was wrapped around his right and every horrible obligation and lust spell returned to him, Applejack started burying her head in the hay literally and sand figuratively, yelling to the siren’s outside that she’d never hurt any innocent boy, no matter… how sexy he looked… all naked and gift wrapped… *mouth starts to water*.

Simply by taking over five minutes to rape him, the farm girl earned more respect from Martin than she had when she’d saved the world. For several minutes he was free without being fucked due to her absorbing all the magic and telling it to get stuffed. Alas, first Pinkie Pie started shuffling around on the loft, trying to mount Soarin while she was still fully clothed and hogtied. Then Sunset started begging and pleading, saying she’d do anything they wanted if they’d only let her and Big Mac… whatever self restraint she had left stopped her from finishing that sentence, but Martin learned at least four new swear words from Applejack then.

And then it was their turn. Applejack cursed, and banged her head on the floor and tugged on her bound wrists and ankles until the ropes and chains were stretched like elastic, but her struggles gradually came to involve more and more rubbing of her crotch on the floor. To spare Applejack’s pride, Rainbow Dash was merciful enough to simply toss the handcuff key through the door and let the bracelet deliver it’s finishing touches while Applejack desperately unbound herself for all the wrong reasons. She probably thought he was surprised that she didn’t immediately rush over to untie him, but he was actually more shocked by how she was still eyeing him up.

“Cutie Pah, huh?” she finally said, giving Martin a little start. He was strangely glad that she’d started talking, because now he could focus on something else besides his aching back, sore arms, weak knees and burning wrists.

“S’pose it works. Y’are quite the dumplin’,” she pinched his upraised butt, causing him to shudder in a way that was painful to many points on his body, but particular his mouth, where the cold metal bar dug into his gums and threatened to chip his teeth.

The cowgirl smiled at his squirming that she for some reason found adorable, and began groping his entire ass. She ran her fingers over every inch of his flesh, taking extra care to run her thumbs along the inside of his asscrack, and giving him a tight squeeze every time she got a good grip. Her fingers were cold at first, but to his resentment they started to warm up just from fondling him. His limp member twitched underneath him, but the sheer physical and emotional pain he felt meant Applejack would have to try harder to get him hard.

“But aneh farmer past more’n two winners cn’tell yuh the name’a the stallyun don’t mean much widout’a decint rider n’ caretaker.”

“For the love of god please just rape me already,” Martin thought, shutting his eyes and preparing for the worst. “You’re not Applejack anymore, you’re a sex crazed monster, so please just get it over with!”

Content on taking her time though, the girl knelt down behind him.

“And ah promise ya, none’a these girls, cept maybe Rarity, has shownya uh real womun.”

Her voice felt strange brushing against his butt, but then the warm, wet, bumpy snake that licked from the bottom to his scrotum up to his anus felt much stranger.

“Aaumph!” he screamed and shook as if this was his first time being touched in such a way. Feeling completely free again, if only for a few minutes, may actually have done him more harm than good in terms of his resilience.

Feeling his tight ass shake in her hands and seeing his cock sway made Applejack smile again, and she continued.

“Fer one, Ah’d put that sexeh body’a yours tuh good use… ”

*Lick*

“Aaaamph! *spasm*”

“Tie yuh tuh a tree, gag ya wid’an apple, fuck ya so the other cum down.”

*Lick*

“Eeeeph! *spasm*”

“Prize poneh in mah stable; break ya in ‘n ride ya when ahm bored. *lick*”

“Aagh! *spasm*”

“Brand yuh nice’n good,”

She ran two fingers over a certain point on his right ass cheek.

“-then have ya earn yer keep on the milkers. Have yer seed wid mah cereal everuh mornin’. *lick*”

“Nnnnnn! *spasm*”

By now his entire crevice was dripping with saliva, but he could also feel himself getting harder and harder between the legs. His previous mistresses had done tons of fantasizing, but there was something about the Element of Honesty’s confident tone that made her’s seem the realest and therefore scariest.

“And uh corse, ya ever step outta line, the next thing yull be plesurin’ll be an actual stallyun.”

Martin’s eyes burst open in terror at her mention of beastiality as his punishment, not because he was afraid he’d misbehave as her sex slave (he literally couldn’t), but because it was a line even the original Dazzlings had never spoken of crossing (or more specifically, making him cross), and the girl who just minutes earlier had been adamantly insisting she would never hurt him just crossed it. This was something he couldn’t tune out.

“Ah maht make’ya suck ‘im off, ah maht have ‘im take ya up the ass… say…”

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, please leave it alone” Martin thought, anticipating her next five words.

“-that gives me an ideuh.”

His eyes squeezed tight again and his reality shattered the moment he felt her squeeze his ass for balance. Her thin, slippery tongue slid past his already lubed sphincter easily, but to him it was like being split into not even by a tree trunk.

In her lusts, Applejack had forgotten about the existence of shit along with morality, but was pleased to find that the inside of his ass actually tasted quite good, and gave an appropriate moan. Martin refrained from screaming, but only because he was in more pain than he’d ever been in his life. He’d been forced to kiss and be kissed, forced to be ridden, forced to give and recive oral sex, forced to just-about-everything but his anus had never been of interest to his mistresses, and with their tongues, nipples or clits going into his mouth he could at least pretend he could close it if he wanted to. When Applejack’s tongue slid into his butt, he truly lost everything, and the world came undone. That didn’t stop him from enjoying it though.

Her tongue was as big as the barn they were in and reached to every corner of his body. When she started wiggling it he thought it’d be like being shaken by a shark that’s just bitten you, but though his mire of imagined sensations all he actually felt was a strange sexual pleasure moving around inside him. His penis didn’t feel like it was being stimulated, but somehow every lick and push oh his inner walls sent stimulation through to his cock that almost felt artificial.

To confuse him further, Applejack suddenly sucked her tongue out again.

“Mmm, mmmm! That’s one fahn apple fritter ya got up dere, Martin,” she complimented, before shoving back in.

Martin gave another moan as her wet appendage entered, but this time a purely pleasurable one. Now far more confident in her abilities, the cowgirl dug into her apple fritter vigorously but methodically, alternating between thrusting her tongue in and out and dancing it around inside. Every entrance into his ass and every swirl around his inner walls elicited a happy moan from the bound teenager; after being taken up the ass destroyed his rational thought, the pleasure it was giving him was all he could currently comprehend.

Strangely, his cock never got as hard as it could get due to how fake and rushed his enjoyment felt, but that meant his ring had little say in the matter or his orgasm. His moans became louder and spasms in his restraints more prominent, and Applejack knew she could make him cum all over the floor with just a few more twirls. She pulled her tongue out and gave his crack a final lick.

“*phew* Yora real anal slut, aintcha?

Martin gave a grunt, but she wasn’t sure whether it was in agreement, or frustration at her stopping.

“I guess sum ‘lone tahm with a stallyun ain’t much punishment forya, is it?”

Martin groaned again, louder.

“Ya know, if these girls’re plannin on takin over this world’n Twahlaght’s, not quaht sure if ah should help, ‘r just keep ya round the farm, be Applebloom’s playmate fer when-”

Martin grunted loudest, and she frowned.

“Ah, alright, ya big crah baby,” she resigned, and buried her index finger knuckle deep in his ass in a millisecond.

At the exact same time, Pinkie Pie and Sunset brought their boy toys to climax as well, and a massive collective moan signalled the beginning of the end for CHS.