The Crystal Prep office door looked cleaner and shinier than any CHS door, and seemed to open without a creak. The whole hallway had been like that, while Principal Luna had talked about her niece and how much they’d like each other, Martin had been busy admiring the floors and lockers that only seemed flawless because he’d heard Crystal Prep was a private school.

Becoming the Dazzling’s “Cutie Pie” had given Martin a new admiration for private schools, or at least any school that wasn’t currently filled with mind-controlled children and run by evil siren girls addicted to his and a small group of other boy’s cocks. If any of his foster parents had sent him to one, would the end of two worlds not be rapidly approaching as the portal came closer to opening, and the Dazzlings would return home to enthrall the occupants of the other world’s castles, who were also named Celestia and Luna but were, like, horse gods? All logic pointed to no, but that’s still what he was wondering when the door marked “Dean Cadence” swung open.

The young faculty member didn’t usually open the door for her visitors, but the idea of a visit from her second favorite aunt got her up lighting fast at the sight female silhouette through the glass.

“Auntie Luna!” the expectedly beautiful pink-suit clad dean beamed.

“Cadence,” Luna said more meekly. “I-“

But her niece cut her off with a large, soft hug. Dazzling Lieutenant Luna was taken aback by the friendly gesture that she hadn’t seen anything resembling in weeks, and Martin couldn’t help but smile for a second.

“Oh! Umm, it is very good to see you too, Cadence.”

The dean finally released the principal, but held both of her hands, and stared down at where she’d two giant pillows obstructing her aunt during their embrace.

“Wow, auntie,” she commented, and then looked her in the eye with a jovial expression. “Are you going through some kind of… second puberty, or something?”

Martin’s smile vanished, as he remembered why they were here.

“Hmmm, no,” Luna replied naturally, apparently not remotely worried by her niece’s noticing of her supernaturally enhanced physique. “But you are one to comment,” she gestured at Cadence’s own sizable love pillows, trapped behind her suit jacket. “Your-“

But Cadence’s cheerful expression turned fearful and guilty the moment she glanced to the right and saw the student Luna had brought with her.

“Oh my! I’m so sorry,” Cadence covered her mouth and apologized to Martin, seeing that their bawdy conversation had a student audience.

“It’s okay,” Martin replied, but his tone had a snark to it that found her attempts to shield the already 18-year-old boy from the topic of the breast he’d drank from hours earlier rather annoying.

“Please, come in, both of you. We have business to discuss, correct?” she said quickly, stepping back into her office.

“Actually,” Luna clenched her butt muscles and looked down the hallway. “Mr. Saylin here is perfectly capable of reading you our proposal for the Friendship Games this year. I may need to use your restrooms before I am ready.”

“Oh. Yes, please do. You know where they are, right?” said Cadence as she returned to her desk.

“Yes. Thank you. I promise I will only be a minute!” principal Luna assured, and turned and walked past Martin down the halls. Out of view of Cadence in the office though, her sashayed walk didn’t indicated she needed to do #2 (emotions don’t leave waste after all), and partway down she looked back at Martin, and winked.

“So, Mr.-“

“Martin,” he turned back to the dean. “My name’s Martin Saylin.”

“Please, have a seat.”

“Start the timer to rape… now,” Martin thought.

“We’ve, well, we built our schedule to be consistent about the time of day…” Martin looked away from his smartphone and the theoretical Friendship Games schedule Luna had thrown together the night before to sell the cover story, and back at Cadence across the desk. According to his phone’s clock, they’d been talking for two minutes now, and although he was only feeling about a 4-5 on the freedom scale the dean was a apparently a lightweight when it came to lust magic. A rope of drool had formed from her mouth as she’d stared at him while he deliberately prattled on. She couldn’t place it on any one body part; his face, chest, and from what she could see, cock were all impressive, but nothing Shining Armor and some of her students hadn’t shown her before. But the longer she looked at him, the more… perfect he became in her eyes, and the more she felt not just carnal lusts, but the urge to... get him somehow, like he was a cute shirt she was seeing in a store window. She knew it wasn’t remotely professional, much less okay for her to pine over a student, even one that didn’t attend her school, but damn, wouldn't it be fun to just pin him down and-

A *bing* suddenly echoed throughout the room, startling both occupants. Cadence shook in her chair as she was rudely thrown from her fantasy, but Martin was used to getting texts from his mistresses by now, and quickly scanned the bar that had slid down.

Luna:
Abandon mission. Come downstairs, go left, black janitor closet at hall end

For several seconds, Martin sat there staring at his phone, confused. Did Luna mean it for him? Obviously. But then what could possibly be in a Crystal Prep janitor’s closet to justify abandoning her half-captured niece?

“Is it something important?” said niece finally asked. Martin looked up at her, but kept pondering his new orders. Could mistress Luna be in trouble? Unlikely, but he was obligated to obey every order from a siren, even if it wasn’t issued in person.

“I’m sorry,” Martin apologized, standing up and pocketing his phone as fast as his secrecy would allow, since if he didn’t leave Cadance’s proximity soon he could have a Fluttershy situation on his hands. “But principal Luna wants to talk to me. I should be right back.”

He didn’t actually know if he was coming back, but he didn’t want her to try and stop him. Above an incomprehensible spew of questions and protests he shoved in his chair in and speed walked out the door, kicking it shut behind him.

In the brightly lit open air of the hallways, he paused for a moment, and nearly took a deep breath. The (probably imagined) darkness, stuffiness and sexual stench of Cadence’s office was gone, and the feeling of his obligations rushing back to him almost felt refreshing, since it meant that for the first time, even if it wasn’t by his initiative, he’d gotten away from a rapist.

With his returning obligations though, came the urgent need to obey the order that had gotten out of the room. He recalled first the words of the text in his head, and then the layout of the school as they’d come in, and then broke into a light jog towards the stairwell.

Again, he got to wondering about why Luna had called him away from this rather meticulously planned mission that Adagio had forbidden them from undertaking:

“Oh please, the last thing we need is another suit-jacketed bureaucrat slut.”

His mind raced through possibilities even as he descended into the darkened basement level. A science project that could hurt or help them? Something sexual Luna just had to use on him while they were there? A girl that she’d want as a siren even more than her niece- wait a second.

Once he jumped off the final stair into the far less bright and shiny halls of the basement (can basements even have halls?), Martin looked to his right and saw Luna standing next to a door on the right that looked blacker than the rest, and dashed over.

“Ah, Martin. You won’t believe-”

“Is there a human Twilight Sparkle in there?” he asked dryly as he came to a stop next to her.

“What?” Luna recoiled in shock, but her tone told him it was only because he’d guessed correctly. “How- well, no!”

Martin could’ve gone on to boast how he’d remembered that people on earth were supposed to have counterparts in the other world, and that he figured something like this would the only thing important enough to pull him away from his mission, but he could see that there’d be no point besides annoying Luna, which in turn made it impossible for him.

“No! There is simply… a… It appears my niece is not quite the woman I believed her to be...”

While Luna continued to deny the obvious truth, determined to taste at least some delicious surprise that day, Martin’s unassuming expression hid a mull over the prospect of a human Twilight Sparkle beyond the black metal door. A few months ago, he’d seen a cute purple-haired girl he didn’t recognize crawling along the hallway floor. He’d written her off as a visitor to CHS, which was how he first got to see the school, but she established her identity and told the whole school they were in for a ride soon after with the song and dance she and five other girls of varying familiarity to him performed, asking for his Fall Formal Queen vote during lunch. That was the first time he’d attended a school event interested in more than the school credits he could get for setup and cleanup, and was proud to say he voted against Sunset Shimmer in the election. But the night still had plenty more surprises, and three demons, a brief darkzone which he couldn’t recall, girls with wings, a talking dog, and a shitload of explanation at the following assembly later, and what little he’d seen of the magical princess from the pony dimension through the statue was etched into his memory for good.

“There is evidence inside this room that has made me reconsider her value as a siren, but I believe you, having freed the most women of any slave, should observe this evidence and give me your honest opinion.”

“Well, not the worst recovery I’ve heard,” Martin thought about Luna’s lie, his eyes transfixed on the door.

“I understand mistress. I’ll take a look,” he said back to her without looking away from the closet, and slowly walked passed her and gripped the handle. Luna watched him with a frown, angry, and maybe even jealous that he clearly wasn’t going to get a near heart attack when he saw what she’d seen exit the library and stroll past her in a Crystal Prep uniform. Her frown started to invert though, when she remembered that Celestia, who was oh-so fun and easy to prank/surprise, still hadn’t seen it/her, and also that if Martin understood why he was going in there, he wouldn’t leave until a girl with all of the other-dimensional princess’s tits and faces but none of her menace was theirs.

Bracing himself for whatever he was going to see next whatever significance he’d assign to the human Twilight Sparkle he was about to see, he twisted the handle and swung the door open.

At first, the only thing he could make out were two blotches, one white on the left wall and the other orange hanging from the ceiling. Then his eyes adjusted, and he saw that they were really a window and a lightbulb respectively, illuminating the space significantly darker than the rest of the basement. When he brought his adjusted eyes down though, there were fewer surprises.

Long, purple tied-back hair above a for-some-reason-glasses-wearing but chiseled face, with a green and purple dog sitting on the table to the right. He recognized them quickly, but for several seconds he stood in the open doorway, trying process what he was seeing. Green and purple eyes stared back at their unexpected visitor with a mix of surprise, anticipation and fear. Even though neither wasn’t social enough to recognize this boy, most of the school seemed to know where they resided and that they didn’t like to be disturbed, so for better or for worse this might be important.

“Tw- Twilight? Spike?” Martin spattered out as he looked between them.

“Yes. Twilight Sparkle,” the purple uniform clad girl confirmed standing up from her desk. Martin kept looking at the dog on the table for a bit longer though, waiting for his response.

“Umm, h-hi… Twilight,” he turned back to her when none came. Logically he deduced that the version of Spike didn’t have the ability to speak. But the canine that cracked jokes outside the school and sung and danced at the formal held the same significance to Martin’s memories of the magical few days as the princess, so throughout the conversation Martin kept glancing back to Spike, partially afraid he’d attack him in defense of his sister.

Absentmindedly pulling the door shut behind him, cutting them off from Luna and again giving the room the darkness the scientific duo thrived in, he looked her up and down and scanned the room with his eyes, trying to think of some way to sustain a conversation with her. But there were so many questions and emotions running through his head that his mission faded to the back of his mind.

“I- I’m,”

It was like when he saw Rarity and Fluttershy in Carousel Boutique, times a thousand. At least he saw them frequently, and their heroics and virtues were offset by the few flaws he knew they possessed, but Twilight Sparkle was impossible to humanize from the few direct memories he had of her, mostly because she wasn’t human!

She was a pony… goddess? Princess? “All-unicorn”? and her element, as he’d been told, was magic itself.

“-I’m Martin and-”

“N-Nice to meet you, Martin,” she held out her hand for him to shake it, but her voice hit him like a freight train. He was wrong before; this had to be the same Twilight! Maybe she’d lost her memory somehow and ended up at Crystal Prep, but she spoke in the exact same intelligent and feminine voice that was as iconic to him as her face and conservative sense of dress that did little to hide her voluptuous figure. Was he really doing this? Could he physically do this to the other-worldly superhero who’d fended off a demon girl in a battle that nearly leveled CHS with her mind? Like with Rainbow Dash his necklace felt light and powerless around his neck as he doubted its ability to protect him from his target’s wrath, but he slowly raised his hand to meet her in the gesture.

Twilight was taken aback by how warm and soft his hand felt on hers. When she first saw him he was just another student here to distract her. But the longer she examined him the more… intriguing he became. First, she noticed that he had on a blue collared shirt and sweatpants, so his attendance of Crystal Prep was improbable. Examination of his clothes in turn lead to examination of the body they concealed.

To Martin though, Ms Sparkle’s touch stung him with shame and unworthiness the same way her voice did, so he ended the handshake quickly, and tried again to talk.

“I’m, um,” he scanned the improvised science lab for cover story once more, but came up dry again. “I’m... actually hear to ask you about-”

He racked his brain to think of something to say, but in the pause he noticed an excited smile, like that one gives when a present is being unboxed for them, had appeared on her face.

“Oh please, oh please, oh please- wait!” Twilight’s own inner monologue stopped when she realized her own intentions. “A date? Aren’t romantic gestures superfluous products of a culture, and attraction itself simply-”

But she looked him up and down again, and saw that he matched all the standard criteria that could spark attraction in a bisexual teenage girl. Young, healthy, muscular and well drawn facially, logically she couldn’t fault herself (much) for feeling sexual attraction towards the boy in front of her.

Martin didn’t know what her faded smile meant, but her continued failure to sustain eye contact with him, solidified by her licking her lips while focusing on his midsection, was a second freight train. Was it working? It couldn’t be, she was way too powerful, and even the Dazzlings feared her. She couldn’t go down this easily!

He asked himself how he felt about his mission to capture her, and whether he had to carry it out if he didn’t want to, and he discovered, “less by the second”.

“That doesn’t mean anything!” he told himself. “How long have we been in here, a minute tops? She probably just hasn’t adapted to the spell yet!”

“I’m from CHS, Canterlot High School, and we’re actually interested in having some of Crystal Prep’s best and brightest present after the Friendship Games to let us know about the private school experience.”

No, physical attraction couldn't explain it, at least not completely, there was something intrinsically desirable about Martin. She couldn't say what or where, but it was like he was brilliant, compassionate, loyal, confident, generous, honest and everything else that might attract her to a mate, at once. He just seemed… right, and much to her annoyance her tight, concealing clothes reflected that as they heated up and itched.

“Holy shit, am I going to be raped by Twilight Sparkle?” Martin mentally asked the universe as a whole when his hero’s forehead started to glisten and nipples became visible even through her bra, shirt, and vest. He looked to Spike for a final time, who seemed to recognize that something was unfolding by how intently he was watching them, but looked far more curious than distressed or eager to intervene, just like any other dog would be. “Can I let her do that?” he looked down at her smooth, pretty legs. “-knee me in the groin, throw me to the floor, tear my fly open and punch me when I try to... scream?”

He thought back to the week and a half he’d spent enthralling the attractive of-age females of CHS. The most physically painful week of his life for sure, since they were trying to act as quickly as possible and he’d been forced to approach the girls in less-than-optimal rape environments, but had he actually screamed or struggled all that much?

No. They’d roughed him up to get him on the floor and keep him quiet, but if he really wanted to he could’ve screamed for help successfully and/or beaten them to a bloody pulp.He’d never fought back, at least not with the same ferocity as he had with Rainbow Dash and Spitfire, and maybe now he could see why.

The soccer players, he’d known could take care of themselves. And maybe it was their already aggressive personalities that allowed him to forget that they weren’t in their right minds when they taped him to the toilet. But his necklace felt very heavy and cumbersome when Carrot Top, Lyra, Minuette and Bon Bon threw him to the floor and punched him in the face. As annoying as it was when they insisted that they were helping him somehow and that he’d enjoy it once they got started, and as much as he hated what the process turned them into, there were some girls too kind, too innocent, too good for him to hurt either physically or by breaking their delusions of mutual benefit. Besides, he eventually came to terms with that fact that even if he did successfully scream for help or escape while he was temporarily freed by their desire, ten minutes later he’d be explaining it was all a misunderstanding and that it’d been totally consensual, and preparing to fuck a girl now equally angry and horny.

“Damn you Twilight Sparkle,” Martin mentally declared as his mission disappeared in his mind and the smell of arousal filled the last air pocket in the room. “If we’re gonna do this, you’ve more than earned doing it with at least the appearance of consent.”

“Uh, a presentation, okay,” Twilight finally responded in a soft, slurred voice, utterly engrossed by the latest delivery to her lab.

“Yeah,” her clouded mind picked up on that idea. “He is mine. He came to my lab just like all the stuff I order. I can use him however I want, I just need-”

But Martin cut her rape/thought train off by grabbing her hips, and pulling her into a deep kiss.

It happened so quick she didn’t make a noise. His hands felt evil for ruffling her flannel shirt, and his whole face was uncomfortable pressed against the smooth, soft skin of her perfect one, but he had to sell it, so he closed his eyes and forced his tongue into her mouth.

Her eyes went wide behind her glasses at the sudden invasion, and she held her hands up in both defense and panic. This time, Martin did feel a muffled shriek against his tongue, and for a second wondered if the necklace wasn’t working and if he was finally the one raping. But after a second or two of them in the position she failed to struggle, and when he moved his tongue just the tiniest bit, she moaned and he felt her teeth shift in a way that suggested she was smiling.

“Fuck me. We’re really doing this,” he thought. For a second he opened his eyes to confirm that it really was Twilight Sparkle, the savior of CHS, ruler of Equestria and *sigh* possibly both world’s last hope, that he was about to fuck and corrupt like every other hot schoolgirl before her. He saw that she’d closed her eyes blissfully behind her large but uniquely alluring glasses, which meant it was. “Okay,” he closed his eyes again and tried to mentally prepare himself for what he was about to do. “It’s just like Sonata. Just dig in and do whatever comes to you and she’ll be happy.”

Sliding his hands around behind her and hiking up her skirt to grab two fistfuls of her fleshy, silk-panty clad ass seemed like the first logical step. Again, she gasped at the completely new feeling of being touched so aggressively and intimately. This time, she opened her eyes to look at his face in an attempt to confirm his intentions. But she saw his eyes were closed softly as he kissed her, and felt his rising body temperature cooking her inside her uniform, so he clearly knew what he was doing. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his back to pull the two of them even closer, and tried to give into her own rising libido and try to enjoy his touches just like the characters in her cheesy novels did.

Interpreting her embrace as his cue to get rough, Martin’s hands and mouth became fully mobile again. He’d pull his lips a quarter inch away from hers only to force himself own her throat and swirl around inside, and he’d squeeze and fondle and pull up on her ass as much as her underwear, which he’d occasionally play with the hem of, would allow. Twilight felt her body being invaded and misshapen, and every breath she could draw past his mouth would be used to gasp or moan. But he just felt so warm and comforting around her, and she wondered if this was how Smartypants and Spike felt when she cuddled them, only with the implied promise of sexual gratification to create positively-connotated stress and enhance senses.

Speaking of Spike, while Martin probed his mistress’s oral cavity, he heard a faint huff to his right where the perfectly normal dog had been sitting, and then there were several clicking noises as he jumped to the floor and scampered off into the far corner, apparently not the least bit interested in his sister’s adolescent development.

Now that the irrelevant character’s absence had been handwaved, Martin pulled his mouth away and gave his beautiful savior a long, passionate lick from the base of her neck to the top of her cheek, which she accepted nonverbally by lulling her head back to give him more access and filling the room with a deep moan once her smooth, taut skin was stained with his searing hot saliva.

“I love you Twilight,” he whispered an assurance against her cheek, though his tone was more suited for an apology.

“I love you too… um,” she replied in a daze without opening her eyes. Martin intentionally didn’t give her the opportunity to show she’d forgotten his name, and abruptly pulled his hands off her moistening ass and around to her chest between them.

When he gripped her by the collar, she did open her eyes and mouth with a look of concern, and her embrace of his body weakened. But before she could ask him what he was doing he put his faith in the realism of pornos (it seemed to work for the Dazzlings), and pulled each side of her white dress shirt in opposing directions to rip it open.

The buttoning was no match for the peak teenage body that got him into this mess in the first place, and with only a faint *rip* and a couple of *pop*s, the garment split down the middle, pulling her shirt tie off and baring her upper chest above her vest in an instant.

Twilight pulled her hands back to the defensive position, and stared down at her exposed cleavage, her mouth agape. She knew full well the function, both biological and societal, of female mammaries, but she’d only realized how big her own had gotten once her non-familial post-puberty associates (both boys and girls. Crystal Prep was like CHS that way) started staring at her chest with varying degrees of either what she best approximated to be desire or jealousy. Her black bra and vest still supported and covered them from the front, but to have them exposed in such a way in front of a heterosexual male (even if he didn’t look all that impressed) still felt…

After a second, her mouth closed and smiled. Just as Martin had paused in the hopes that she would, she reached her hands under the bottom of her purple-plaid sweater vest and peeled it upwards. Martin removed his hands and stepped back to let her pull it over her head and drop it to the floor along with her glasses which she’d scraped off, leaving her face identical to her counterpart’s and only the crumbled bottom third of her shirt and the black bra which her nipples looked ready to burst out of to protect her legendary modesty.

And when he looked up she was smirking a smirk that was less malicious that your average siren, but made her next move, to tear off the remnants of her shirt then unclip her bra to allow her as-of-yet untapped milk reservoirs to bounce free, unsurprising.

“My God! They’re gorgeous, Twilight,” he complimented in fake astonishment. If he never saw a pair of oversized breasts or a perfect female figure again in his life it’d be too soon, but Twilight had to think he was loving every minute of this.

Still grinning like an idiot, he stepped up to her again and placed his hands lightly on her shoulders with just the slightest pull to the right. Twilight, despite her inexperience, understood what he meant and stepped to the side, sliding up to sit on her desk, then leaning back and spreading her legs.

“And I’m just supposed to plow her,” Martin lamented internally. Externally, he desperately undid his fly (glad that his toy outfit was deemed too conspicuous for this mission), and in one swift motion dropped his pants down to his knees.

He reached forwards for Twilight’s thighs to do the same to her panties, but she actually gasped and closed her legs once his erection was fully visible. In a panic about as rational as the rest of his life Martin shot his eyes down to see if his cock had mutated and grown an eye or something since that morning. But to his confusion, there was nothing but seven inches of flesh and a half-inch of elastic, which he no longer noticed in any way. What was Twilight shocked by?

“Is-Is that going in me?” Twilight stammered, leaning even further back until her head was against the wall.

“I- Uh-” Martin didn't know how to respond because wasn’t sure if she meant his specialized cock-ring or his dick, which he just now remembered was well above average in length and girth.

“I- I understand that contrary to popular belief, vagina’s are naturally elastic but-”

With unseen but great anguish, Martin shut her up by slapping his hands around her thighs…

“Eep! *jerk upright*”

- and sliding his hands up her skirt. Despite what she’d let him do earlier, she grimaced at his touch and put her own hands on her lap as if to protect her nethers.

Ultimately though, she put up no real resistance as she felt first his index fingers gripped her throng, then the wet, sticky garment was peeled down her legs, leaving her vagina bare under her skirt just inches from his erection.

All at once, Martin grabbed both of her perfectly rounded and firm tits, pushed her down with a deep kiss, and thrust his cock hilt deep into her once her legs relaxed and opened again. This time, she didn’t scream or gasp, but that only allowed Martin to hear his conscience kick him for defiling the savior of CHS one more time.

And because both of them were distracted, it took them a second to realize just how great they both felt. Martin’s tongue felt warm and reassuring, and her mouth tasted fresh and unique. His hands were ready to play with her loose chest flesh the same entertaining way they’d done with her ass, and her breasts were firm and round and he knew he could make her scream and writhe by attacking her nipples. And at first it felt like her fears of being impaled had been realized, and he felt only guilt and heartache, but after a second she realized she was being filled up and satisfied in the way her fingers had only teased at, and he realized that “naturally elastic” was bullshit, and every part of him was being hit with tightness and stimulation Sonata only dreamed of giving.

They both pulled their heads back and moaned loud enough to deafen the poor animal in the corner. Losing himself to instinct, just like he wanted, Martin pulled his cock back out. But then both of them felt incomplete, so he jammed himself back in, and they both moaned again, her clitoris and his shaft putting them both in momentary state of absolute bliss, which they both wanted to recreate a second later.

Martin pulled out and thrust in. And pulled out and thrust in, and soon the table was creaking and shaking violently beneath them. Twilight gripped the front edge of the desk as tightly as possible and tried to stay upright as he pistoned in and out of her and started fondling and mashing her tits with fierce ferocity. He squeezed them and mashed them together, imagining it was his cock between them, and after while, he began flicking his thumbs across her engorged nipples just as promised.

“Oh! Ugh! Yes! Please! I lu-love you!”

“I *mmmm* love-”

Martin hesitated on his sentence, but resumed after he thrust in again and it felt so good he almost cried.

“-You too!”

How many more times did he bury himself into her practically gushing, but still vice-tight snatch before he was ready to cum? How many times did he poke and tease her nipples before she was? A hundred? A thousand? By the time Twilight couldn’t take being the passive observer anymore and squirted, both their tongues were hanging out in a way Spike might take offense to, and the air of the room was unbreathable with sex and sweat.

As much as he respected her even now, Martin had known from the start there was no way with all his much resented experience and “technological assistance” that he’d explode before she did, which was kind of the point. Part of that experience though, was letting go when he sensed it was appropriate, and so once he felt her blasting against him he lulled his head back, squeezed her breasts until he felt like they might pop, and groaned through his teeth as minutes and minutes of pent upness shot out of him and into Twilight Sparkle’s ripe, open womb.

Their shared orgasm lasted far longer than any either of them had ever been rocked by. Their nether muscles were still pushing it out long after even their impressive reserves had run dry, and for several minutes the world ceased to exist around them as all their brains did was tell them to keep doing what they were doing through pleasure and happiness. The first thing Martin heard coming down from heaven was the thud of bone on wood, and he slowly realigned his rolled-back eyes to look down and see that Twilight had collapsed on the desk with glazed eyes and a dazed smile as if he’d sent her into shock with his penis.

And as soon as he could see clearly, he could feel too, and everything from the waist down hurt. He let go of her breasts and stumbled backwards, his white and yellow juice-coated penis sliding out of her relaxed snatch which the same liquids now dripped from.

“Aw ffffffuck,” he slurred his thoughts as he bent over and put his hands on his knees, fighting to stay standing. “Did I just knock up-”

He looked up at her. Her chest was heaving but otherwise she hadn’t moved. “Probably not. At least, it’d be just my kind of luck for this to be the first time it’s happened with all the cumming inside I- we’ve been doing lately.”

He stood up straight, still examining the comatose Twilight.

“Well, I figured the goddess would last a little longer,” he commented in his head, but without a hint of malice. “But she is distracted now…”

He looked down at the jeans he discarded earlier, thinking of the two rings he kept on him at all times since the shower room fiasco. And then he looked at Twilight, and then at Spike, who thankfully, was napping in the corner. He knew what needed to be done, and just barely hesitated to walk over to his jeans.

“If I do this, am I really killing our last opposition? Is it really the end of both worlds?”

Taking out the ring, he looked over at Twilight one last time. He had no doubt that he could slip it onto her finger and it’d do its job of rewriting a temporarily empty mind better than any siren ring had done before, but how was it possible for an all-unicorn superhero to go down this easily, in both senses of the term?

Walking over to her and lifting up her left hand, he either concluded or reminded himself that this wasn’t the Twilight Sparkle he knew, simply a counterpart who shared her personality and appearance.

“Great,” he pushed the ring on and dropped her hand to step back. “I’m not killing the girl who saved my and the world from a demon, just a girl who walks like her, talks like her, and has the exact same personality and would’ve done the exact same thing as the winged one did if she’d simply been born in a different dimension.”

Twilight’s eyes slowly opened, probably wishing she hadn’t thrown aside her glasses.

“Conscience cleared. At least I got to see a school that isn’t filled with sadistic nymphomaniacs while I was here.”

“What was your impression of me when you first saw me?” the pale skinned woman asked from behind him.

Celestia, as it turns out, was an amatuer at perverted principalling. Two hours later in the basement of Crystal Prep less than 100 feet from Twilight's laboratory was a heavily insulated room where leather-cuffed manacles hung from the ceiling, the key to which only Abacus Cinch had.

“Bitch? Hag?” the good principal strolled around in front of him, giving him another good look at the leather corset, thong, gloves and thigh high boots she’d had had stashed in the room, along with the black silk thong covering Martin’s crotch, the red ball stuffed in his mouth, and the riding crop she held in her hands.

Martin couldn’t answer, but against the soreness of wrists and his feet which he had to stand on the toes of so that he wasn’t hanging in mid air, he did consider the question.

Because they’d arrived after school was over, he hadn’t seen much of the Crystal Prep students body or faculty, but at first glance principal Cinch didn’t hold a candle to Cadance, Twilight, or the two boys that’d passed him in the hallways with her slim form, short hair and obvious mole.

Seeing her now though, in the dimly lit room, wearing probably the most provocative outfit in history, it was clear that even with tits or ass invisible compared to Twilight or any of the sirens, Crystal Prep had the same curse of universal beauty as CHS.

“Oh,” he responded, earning him a stinging slap across the cheek with her whip. He shut his eyes and turned his head away in pain, but he didn’t make a sound. He’d had worse.

“Don’t lie to me boy,” she pressed her crop against his bare chest. “Every adolescent scamp thinks I’m a monster when they first meet me. But I’ve made far more insolent than you beg to cum inside me in this room.”

“So I take it that’s not your honey I’m smelling from these boxers then?” Martin thought, unphased by her boasts. “Seriously, at least I’m allowed to wash my toy outfit.”

“I may be the senior of the whores your school calls principals by a decade or so… ” she circled around the back of him, putting her silken elbow-high gloved hand on his shoulder.

“Call the woman who sent me to your office before her niece's a whore. Rainbow Dash was right about you,” Martin sniped again, but he did tense up a bit as she slowly ran her crop along the inside of his leg.

“-But I still have needs.”

Suddenly, she pulled back and struck him on the butt full force. The thong offered even less protection that he thought it would, and another even louder *smack* echoed throughout the former electrical room while he bit into his gag in piercing pain. The attack caused him to lose his balance on his tip toes, and the cuffs and chains caught his entire weight, causing them to bite his wrists even harder.

Cinch grinned, watching him flail in his chains like an animal, and desperately stand back up. She only had to drug the tea she offered naughty but cute students who were sent to her office about half the time. Martin was one of many children who’d followed her down to her playroom, stripped down, and even put himself in the cuffs willingly. But once she actually followed through with her promise to show them a good time, they’d squirm and scream and beg like toddlers. They never told on her though. They’d all been taught their place by the end, and she’d threaten to destroy their futures just to be safe.

Once he stood upright again though, she walk around to his front again, and knelt down.

“Needs which young little sluts like you are happy to provide.”

She set down her crop, and pulled down the tight thong, bringing his erection out into the open. Once she saw the strange band encircling his cock, she paused and pursed her lips.

“Alright. I’ll admit I don’t know what this* is,” she flicked his cock up with her finger, which sent a shiver through his body. Seeing this, she smiled and decided whatever strange medical condition he had wouldn’t get in the way of her fun. She took her cock in her glove and swallowed it in her mouth. The feeling of saliva, heat, and softness was almost blase to Martin, so he closed his eyes and focused on remaining upright as she began to suck.

Contrary to her cold, demeaning demeanor during their foreplay, Cinch was quite passionate in her blowjob. She dimmed her eyes and and pumped long and slow up and down the upper half of his member, all the while her tongue brushed up and down his tip to a tickling effect.

His ass and cheek still stung, and his feet ached from being flexed so long, but after she started squeezing his base with her gloved fist he would spasm in his shackles an average of once every eight seconds.

She was no professional, but she had him warming up in a respectable amount time. And while she got closer, she got noisier and sloppier, moaning and lapping her tongue all over his cockhead like a madman in an attempt to lick up all his precum.

Martin felt the pinches just behind his balls that meant he was about to blow it. His wrists were feeling slightly better now, and he figured they could withstand another drop if he did fall down.

“Well, way to ruin your dominatrix image,” Martin thought as he felt the gears turning and fluids moving up. But just before the final gear…

“mmmmmm,*pop*”

...she slid off his dick and let go, allowing the saliva coated organ to spring back up into his stomach.

“Nevermind,” he commented, and groaned loudly, biting his ball gag until his jaw threatened to break and thrusting impotently into the air. Then he went limp briefly, the manacles catching his wrists and amputating them again. The pain of denial though was one of the few sexual pains he wasn’t used to, and his loins hurt so badly it took him a bit to gather his thoughts, and haul himself back up to look at Cinch with the exact dim, defeated expression she wanted.

“Not yet boy,” she said, then stood up. “The first lesson we’ve just learned today is that your satisfaction is in my hands,” she put her thumbs through through the strands of her throng, and slowly peeled them down, exposing the most colorful part of her body in a swollen, dripping snatch. She didn’t have any pubic hair either, probably because purple on white wasn’t a very arousing combination.

“And the second,” she stepped out of her underwear and stepped up to him putting her hands on his shoulders. “Is going to be how to put me in a more generous mood.”

Martin didn’t actually do much in the sex that followed. She quickly positioned his cock with her left hand and hopped up onto it. It was a good thing her boots were high heeled, or else they'd have pulled the ceiling down with their combined weight. Martin still had to stumble his feet backwards and press hard on his toes, hoping that she didn’t inadvertently swing them too far backwards or forwards.

Cinch moaned at his girth as she slid down him, but while being in a warm, safe place again was a great relief to his now hypersensitive cock, Martin stayed silent.

She steadied herself on his shoulders again, and with the slightest perk ups on the tips of her toes she pumped herself up and down on him.

“Mmmm. Ahhh! Yes!” she very nearly screamed. “We’re going to have lots of fun together, boy.”

But then she realized how he was writhing again, and even thrusting back a little.

“But don’t you dare orgasm until I have,” she warned him with a calm tone that showed why she’d built him up with her mouth in the first place. Martin couldn’t help himself. Her snatch couldn’t compare to her student’s, which was fresh in his memory, but neither his attained stamina nor his ring could keep him going after he’d gotten so close so recently.

Every thrust which gravity worked to bring straight to her cervix was like a rock being thrown at a window. Each crack built on the last, and when he saw the principal’s smile through when a bounce through his eyes open, he didn’t even try to fight back.

“Nnnn!” his moan was short and without power. His actual climax was just the opposite. He buried himself inside her and came with twice his normal power, blasting into her like a firehose.

“Mmmm,” Cinch moaned and rolled her eyes back briefly. She wasn’t ready to cum, but she couldn't contain herself at the menting sensation of sperm inside her either.

His toes and fists balled at his orgasm. As always, he’d had worse, but he knew when a mistress was angry or simply in a cruel mood, and actually somewhat tried to savor the painfully good feeling, knowing from everything he’d seen in the chest earlier what was coming next.

“Sirens, principals, students, goddesses (sort of), am I doing this to the whole world?”

When his gates finally closed, Martin slumped in his restraints for a third and final time, his cock simply dropping out of her. Cinch stood tall in front of him, and picked up his chin to force him to look at her.

“What did I just say?” she chastised in pretend anger.

“Oh for fuck’s sake just hit me with the paddles, you don’t need an excuse,” he thought.

Cinch didn’t disappoint. By the time Martin limped his was back to Luna’s car, it was closer to sunrise, and a check of his bottom revealed at least five different red and white outlines, including a heart, a crop, and a Crystal Prep insignia.

Author's Notes:

Kratos: (Verb) To attack or injure a god or deity.