“Move, mutt!” Suri Polomare commanded as she kicked the only non-Shadowbolt occupant of the hallway, the annoying nerdy bitch Twilight Sparkle’s dog, out of the way. Spike yelped as the giantess’s massive leg collided with his side and he was thrown to the side several inches which felt like a mile. Skidding to the floor with his whole left half in agony, he whimpered loudly, but still scampered against the wall in time to avoid the rest of the uniformed mob as they walked to their first event.

“Was that really-” Fleur Dis Lee began.

“Absolutely!” Indigo Zap shouted over her. “We’re in the Competitive Zone!” she pumped fists in front of her rapidly, as if already beating up Wondercolts. “And as a member of the academy community it’s Twilight Sluttle’s pet’s patriotic duty to facilitate us!”

“Twilight’s contributed more to this year’s Friendship Games than any of us,” Sour Sweet spoke up. “-Just by telling us where and what to win at! Uuuugh!” she groaned. Twilight Sparkle was useless to the Crystal Prep “community”, and the praise and good treatment Cinch and Cadance had been giving her recently just made it more obvious.

Approximately four months ago, Adagio Dazzle, Sonata Dusk and Aria Blaze had enrolled at Canterlot High School. Now, thanks in no small part to the efforts of seven attractive male students who’d they’d taken a break from singing to control with cursed necklaces, they’d run out of beautiful women who they thought would serve them well with a siren’s average personality and powers, which similarly enchanted rings provided. Out of sheer boredom waiting for the portal to Equestria to open (they’d admitted as much), the Friendship Games against Crystal Prep Academy, whose Dean Principal, and and, though it pained every slave's heart to say, brightest student had already joined the 30+ family of sirens, had been arranged to continue as scheduled. Twelve “Shadowbolts”, eight of which were female, had been selected to represent Crystal Prep, not for their athletic ability or intelligence as they were told, but simply for their bodies. The night before the games were set to start, the Shadowbolts had arrived at CHS by bus. Fancy Pants, Royal Pin, Jet Set, Neon Lights and Trenderhoof had all been told to report to classroom 205 for orientation while Fleur Dis Lee, Indigo Zap, Sugarcoat, Lemon Zest, Sour Sweet, Upper Crust and Suri Polomare had been told the gym was where their even vaguer objective was.

“Ah. The gymnasium,” Upper Crust looked to the double doors to the group’s left, which Indigo and Suri had recognized too and was already pushing open. “I’ve never been here before but I highly doubt they’ll have any- oof!”

Attempting to enter through the door’s bottleneck, Upper Crust bumped into the back of Sugarcoat, who had bumped into Suri, who had frozen in place holding the door open.

Behind the stunned Suri and Indigo, the other girls either slipped between them or pushed the doors all the way open to fan out behind them and get a better view. First, they all saw a row of small beds. And then they saw the colors of flesh, and then blue and then a variety of hair colors and finally red and black, which caused them to realize what they were looking at.

Soarin’ didn’t know if the sound of the doors opening and girls coming in was good or bad. Morally, it was bad, but as soon as Celestia had held her ring in his and Macintosh’s faces and told them to put on the necklaces which had invaded his mind, twisted his will and stole his body like an invading twisty stealy thing, he’d been trying to lock his moral judgements away in his head. He’d fish them back out as soon as being opposed to bashing a poor boy’s head against the floor or helping demons corrupt his friends by raping him actually mattered. In the meantime though, he was getting to fuck almost every girl he’d ever had a fantasy about, and after being tied to a bed for half an hour he could use a change of pace.

Braeburn had a similar opinion of his bondage, but raised with honesty, honor and family, he was less inclined towards the coming activity. Of course, this wasn’t his first rodeo since becoming a slave. Poor choice of idioms, but he could handle a few biting leather restraints, teeth-threatening-ring gags, or sore penises. What he couldn’t handle were the blindfolds and the thongs. He’d grown up on farms where the sun and moon were always illuminating the world around him, and he was always hugged by warm and concealment flannel and leather. A leather padding over his eyes and nothing but blue Wonderbolt-themed boxers over his manhood, near sundown no less, struck uncertainty, fear and vulnerability not surpassed since his original capture deep into his heart.

“And now the poor Cristul Purrep Gals’re gonna show me the end’a this dark tunnel’n make me wish they hadn’t,” he lamented in his head while tear pools formed under his blindfold. “Damn me an’ this sexy body a mine to the hottist cornurs a hell!”

Every boy in the row of seven was either scared, relieved or both, except one. In the exact center bed, all Martin Saylin was was ready. Being tied up, being ridden, corrupting innocent girls, he’d done it all before. Was it wrong? Did he like it? If ever directly asked either of those questions without magical interference (which didn’t seem like a probable event), he’d probably give the expected answers, but with all the emotional backing of a statue of a mannequin of a comatose person. He hadn’t tried to completely detach his consciousness from the necklace’s will like Thunderlane had, but he was the only one of the slaves who by now had the experience both as a slave, and with general misery to say; “I may not like it, but I’m ready.”

“Shadowbolts!” a loud, powerful voice cried out from the stage, startling the Crystal Prep girls for a second time, and instantly pulling their gazes to its source on the gym’s stage, where instead of the (obvious) supervillain some of them expected to see after being presented with such a sight, there was only Principal Luna, Principal Cinch, and Twilight Sparkle.

Every single one of their minds was flooded with confusion and fear. Sympathy and compassion, especially for CHS students, were strong suits for none of them, but when they saw children their own age gagged, blindfolded, almost naked and tied up compromising, their instinctive fear was being next. Seeing their sociopathic principal, aloof classmate and second greatest enemy standing on the stage with confident expressions did little to relieve them either.

Cinch could read her students expressions clear as day even from close to 40 feet away. She’d always known her student body had never liked her on a personal level, and her opinion of rich brats had worsened (something she’d previously thought impossible) after she’d been freed by her ring and learned what true power felt like. But the difference between her and the CHS adults before their rings was that she’d always understood fear and respect held far more sway than sentiment. When she stepped to the microphone that Luna hadn’t used and started to explain, she knew they’d listen no matter their feelings.

“You’re all very confused,” she understated tersely, picking up from Luna. The Shadowbolts’ expressions varied from continued shock to outright anger, and amused Cinch. Since she’d become a siren the anguish of students to her had gone from empty threats to potential meals. Nevertheless, she got to the point: “But every one of the boys in front of you volunteered for this morale building exercise,”

The Shadowbolts all turned their heads back to… who the specially-ordered boxers told them we're the Wondercolts. Their faces were hard to read through blindfolds and ballgags, but there weren’t any smiles even on the edges of their cheeks were it would have been possible, and seeing their (admittedly impressive) male bodies so uncovered made the temperature in the gym drop several degrees for some of the girls. They were all skeptical of the boy’s supposed consent to be in this mutually embarrassing situation.

“And morale building exercise?” Upper Crust thought and nearly muttered. “What kind of morale building exercise-”

“And we encourage, but do not require you all to accept Canterlot’s generous offer and participate as well,” Cinch finished, her voice and composure actively becoming more hostile as she followed script and used the words “encourage” and “volunteer” in regards to her students.

“Oh, that kind,” all the Shadowbolts, save Indigo who had already figured it out, thought when a second later they figured out what “participation”, with trussed up cute boys probably meant.

Twilight watched all seven of Crystal Prep’s female representatives stare fixedly at the teenagers tied to beds in front of them as she stepped up to the microphone, extremely content with herself. Questions were no doubt swimming though her classmates heads, questions and doubts. She’d estimated, based on the research she’d done into shock and reactions to the unexpected, particularly of the sexual nature, that it’d by roughly 30% “Is this some kind of dream?”, 50% “Is this some kind of prank?”, 15% “How did this happen?” but only 5% “What about our male classmates upstairs?”. She’d never have claimed to have calculated anything perfectly as a stupid weak nerd girl, but she say it now and it felt great to be honest about her skills. Of course extended research and studying was the definition of boring to her now, and she couldn’t care less how her new powers and magic in general worked so long as they did their job, but the stage was forty feet diagonally away from the nearest bed, ten feet more than the maximum range of the seven necklaces that were already working her classmates’ minds, activating their libido and concentrating it on the wearer. When the Shadowbolts heads began turning back and forth between the stage and the row of beds, that meant that they were already being affected.

Flash Sentry heard voices he didn’t recognize whispering and murmuring in front of him. He told himself they were discussing what bullshit this whole situation was, and were going to untie him and rip off his necklace any second now, and he savored it like he savored seeing Twilight again and knowing his savior and goddess had returned to free him from this nightmare. His weakening bladder when one of them slowly walked up to his bedside showed how much he believed it though.

Twilight’s smile grew even wider seeing how quickly the girls were coming in line. Questions of privacy, intimacy and presupposition were no doubt curbing their attractions to whichever boy’s jewel caught them first, but her script had been written to remove legality as a factor. Even as the Shadowbolts’ rational minds told them to worry about doing it in front of people or whether or not they could enjoy fucking a stranger from their rival school while he was blind, paralyzed and mute, they found their eyes drawn to the seven different crotches, chests and obscured faces in front of them.

Indigo was the first to even take a step closer to the beds in several minutes. She didn’t know his name (obviously), but his blue, spiky hair and medium-built body resonated with her somehow, and she walked to his side between beds to further examine him.

The others watched her for a bit, expecting her to say something in conclusion. But all she did was grow a smile, and run her fingers down the boy’s arm causing him to shake so violently the bed screeched on the floor.

The Shadowbolts erupted into laughter at his cartoonishly exaggerated response to being touched.

“Dear god, what’s happening out there?” Whooves wondered in shear terror. It wasn’t like him to fear something he couldn’t see understand, but he’d wanted to solve and explore the great unknown, not have it rape him! “No,” he commanded himself, but even in his head it was so weak and afraid it sounded more like a suggestion. “You do know what’s going on. Something horrible and sexual. They’re going to rape these poor boys just like the females always do now.”
He tugged on his bonds and bit his gag briefly. He just wanted to feel like he was pulling against something tangible, as opposed to his mind control that left him pointlessly walking the hallways, occasionally having sex with his former friends, but completely unable to learn or try anything, and bored absolutely shitless. At least they’d had the consideration to send Martin after Derpy. She could never see him when he was pent up and angry like this.

Twilight was pleased to see that they were in an enlightened enough mood to react with humor to their male counterpart’s distress, and looked back at Cinch and Luna with an expression that wordlessly told them it was coming along swimmingly. Cinch was annoyed by her student’s unprofessional attitude, Luna returned the smile, but either way Twilight turned back to the gym and concluded their introduction.

“Please choose any partner you wish. We’ll return later at a deliberately ambiguous time with souvenir rings for you all.”

“Tomorrow the real games will begin,” Luna shouted after them. “But today, have fun!”

A few of the Crystal Prep girls watched the principals and the organizer turn and walk out of sight backstage, but once they were alone in the large, spacious gymnasium with only their fellow contestants, they all stared at the Wondercolts. They all saw it now: this really was just a morale building exercise, and there was no harm in a little naughty fun. If these seven tarts didn’t want to wait til’ tomorrow to get dominated and fucked by Shadowbolt superiority, that was on them. One by one the boys were selected.

Lemon Zest didn’t even think about it. The white pseudo-mohawk had style to go with his obvious athleticism. She practically hopped onto his bed.

Feeling the pace had been quickened, Upper Crust looked back at Whooves and dashed the few paces necessary to reach his side and grasp his turned head to show that she was claiming him. She figured several of her classmates would want him to, but although she was normally great at explaining her choices, it was only when she was looking into his heavily obscured face that she rationalized understood her desire for him; of all the candidates, he was the only one whose physique was only complimented by muscle, burdened by it.

Fleur Dis Lee was confused by her friend’s choice. This was all about sex without context or consequence, and so the impossibly handsome and muscular blonde, who had been so considerate as to negate and even mock his own physicality with his adorable bondage, was the most obvious choice. She walked for him, fully prepared to stroke and caress his every inch before satisfying herself on him, but did so at such a calm pace Sugarcoat was already climbing over Soarin by the time she arrived.

“So you signed up for this huh? Get some free sex from us?” Braeburn heard an approaching voice say. “Clever,” it remarked directly to his right, but he was next to Martin so he wasn’t sure it was referring to him until it grabbed his balls through his boxers crotch with an audible slap, followed by great pain that jerked him up in his bed as far was his bonds would allow, which was about three inches. “Goad angry badasses into fucking you silly while you’re tied up. Fucking brilliant!”

When Braeburn was done crying out in his gag, Martin turned back on his ambient listening to get a sense of the entire room (a skill which he admitted had improved greatly since he’d started getting blindfolded consistently), only to hear a single pair of clopping flats coming towards him against six different frequencies of either bodies shifting on mattresses, hands caressing bodies, or voices taunting those beneath them (pun intended).

“Picked last, huh?” was his only thought as Suri Polomare stepped up onto his creaky bed between his legs and knelt down. “Not fit enough? Not unique enough?”

“So what’s your name sweet cheeks?” Suri asked him, leaning forwards and deciding the best way to get at his cock.

“Whuh? Uh, Harthin,” he replied, deliberately minimal.

“Martin, hmm?” she confirmed, and began fumbling with her blazer. “Well I was never much one for passion or sentimentality it came to this sort of thing but I think we can both enjoy this.”

Ms. Pommell threw her unbuttoned blazer over her shoulder and moved onto her tie. Three beds down Macintosh’s companion was caught in a similar process.

“My name’s Fleur,” she said in a soft but confident tone. “Fleur Dis Lee and yes, I fully appreciate the effort you’ve gone to to help with the unity of our respective schools.”

“Eeee- eeeehut,” Macintosh replied. His quiet personality and submissive nature served him well in his new life. Otherwise, Fleur was horny enough then that it may well have been within within his mental and physical power to tear off his weak restraints and say what he was actually thinking:

“Getaway from mah manhood! Getaway from me! Everehbudy acts lak this all is somethin’ normal! I act lak it’s somethin’ normal but it ain’t! Mah sister’s evil, Granny and Bloom’re zombies, this whole school’s either evil or zombies and it’s all becus ah let girls sit on mah cock! Run!”

Suri’s bra flew off and joined the pile behind her. By now she was too wet to even remotely care if her classmates saw her bare chest in this brightly lit open space.

“Nnnnnow,” she reached under his boxers, which had been ordered two sizes too large to allow them to be pulled down until his whole crotch was bare, which was exactly what she did. “No erection, hmm?” she commented. This was the first time Martin noticed too. “I’ll fix that.”

She took his flaccidity in her hands and gave it a few good squeezes. “Is that for a medical condition or something?” she asked noticing his ring.

“Iths for-”

“Don’t care.”

Soon he was hard enough for her to lean down and take his member between her medium sized, but still soft and by now warm breasts. Martin didn’t even flinch at the sudden feeling, but Suri didn’t notice this sign of inexperience.

“Whoever you are in there,” she began to stimulate him, mostly with quick, short pistons up and down his hardening shaft. “You do seem pretty hot.”

“Mmmm!” Martin thrust up once to keep her deluded. A tit-job was still a tit-job though, and what started as just normal skin-scraping skin quickly started pulling blood to his shaft until it was bulging and first tingling, then washing with pleasure. His tip was left neglected and impotently leaking precum at first, but Suri soon gave it the same care Rarity had by sticking her tongue out and licking up his length and across his head with every thrust so that soon her cleavage was a wet mess

“Buht, mmm, it’s a good thing you’re the one tied up, sweetie.”

Before long, all the Wondercolts were getting ridden, sat of, blown, and teased in seven different ways, and even air the massive room meant to seat potentially thousands was a mess of moans and grunts and the occasional snide comment.

The first gargling noises though, came from Soarin, who was now seriously regretting his prior excitement. Sugarcoat had- too easy. Her thighs squeezed his head tightly and she ground back and forth. It was all he could do to simply stick his tongue out through his gag and try to get into her snatch, but she ground so furiously it was a wonder (no pun intended) that he apparently landed enough blows on her cunny to make her eventually clench her thighs even tighter and explode after only a few minutes.

“Eeeeuuuuhhh!” she finally stopped grinding to roll her eyes back and sing the song of orgasm. She’d never been eaten out before, but if it was always this good she’d found herself a new hobby. Between her legs though, while the blindfold protected his eyes the open ring gag proved a deathtrap. All the pigtailed girl’s juices flowed directly into his mouth and down his throat. He choked and coughed on the first few mouthfuls, but such pauses only allowed more in. He was literally drowning in honey, and while a more literal take on the situation was his second least favourite dream (the first favourite was being beaten up by apple pies), with his mouth forced open there was no swallowing his way out of this situation. It was all he could do to clench his throat and think about how good a life he’d had while his mouth filled up completely, demanding him to take a breath and accept his fate.

With her effective combining of blow and titjobs, Ms Pommel proved… adequate to Martin. She’d like to think it was the other way around, but her ministrations lacked method, and the entire ordeal was nothing but wetness and vigor, not that there was anything wrong with that. Martin’s cock was stiff as a statue as she sloppily polished it with her tongue and breasts. Every time she went down she was tempted to simply swallow his cock and suck him dry, but she knew it would give her a confidence to finish him with just her tits and tongue.

Martin warmed up gradually. Her wet, pillowy cleavage and slashing tongue felt great, but they were more scratching their way to his orgasm than melting it. It came eventually though. Suri was starting to wonder if his medical condition made orgasm impossible for him by the time it did, but it came. Suri was so caught up in her pumping that she didn’t even realized it had happened until one of her licks caught a thick, salty substance on her tongue. She stopped and, still not totally used to the taste, nearly coughed. But she cringingly took it into her mouth and swallowed, and and pulled her head back to watch, in partial amazement, the white hot rivulets gushing out of his cock and spilling onto her already sopping cleavage, all while Martin himself was impossibly totally motion and expressionless below her.

Thunderlane came seconds later. Lemon Zest had been bouncing up and down on him with just the right mix of speed and power, and without Martin’s cockring he couldn’t hold out very long. Zest moaned in acceptance of the warm flood, but kept pumping, feeling her own orgasm wasn’t far off. The white-haired athlete barely noticed though. No sooner had the necklace originally intended for Sandalwood gone around his neck and his head went through the blender of learning who his mistresses were than he’d declared the boy who got the erections (for all three girls he’d captured) and told his parents everything was fine when he came home everyday wasn’t Thunderlane. Thunderlane was trapped in his head, and his guilt, or lack thereof, and memories of playing soccer, doing homework and looking at colleges with his female friends would be safe even if the other boy was in control for the rest of his life. Which frankly was looking more and more probable every day.

“Tacos?” Rarity asked in bewilderment at the revealed contents of the food cart in front of her. “You expect me… to listen to General Adagio’s speech… eating tacos?”

She looked up at Twilight Sparkle and Macintosh (but mostly Twilight) who had apparently thought it appropriate to provide not just any meal-sized refreshments, but tacos during an important speech, with a look that said “seriously?”. But then there was a crunch and a burp in the chair next to her, and she looked to her right to see Pinkie Pie happily rubbing her tummy and licking sauce off her lips.

“Mmmm!” she hummed contently. “I hope the next monsters that magically implant their personalities and tastes into my brain like cake. Then it’ll taste like, double awesome! ...Right?” she looked to Twilight for confirmation.

Rarity didn’t question how the lightning-quick party animal had already eaten one when she’d never taken her eyes off the cart. The fashionista felt Rainbow Dash stand up beside her.

“C’mon Pinkie,” the athlete snarked, walking away from her front row seat on the bleachers to grab her own chip-wrapped piece of heaven. “If tacos tasted any better these days…” she stared Twilight in the eyes with a devious grin “...I’d slap a fuck-necklace on Twilight and make’r cook these all day. *chomp* oh gaugh! *gulp* I think I might do that anyway.”

Twilight smiled and bowed her head, then turned up to the bleachers full of sirens, who were all hungrily eyeing her and Big Mac’s past few hours of work in the cafeteria.

“Tacos! Two for each!”

Rarity, who was currently acknowledging how little she tasted non-emotion based food nowadays, heard a second chomp and burp from Pinkie Pie. Twilight stepped forward and turned around to hold her arm at the steaming contents of the food cart while roughly 40 mind controlled teenage girls and five full-grown women broke character to come down from their seats behind her.

“Get them while they’re-”

She stopped as she saw the unholy quaternity walking through the same bleacher doors the Shadowbolts had the day before. Martin, Adagio, Sonata and Aria all stopped to when they saw the mob of their conquests come down from the gym’s seating and amass around the cart.

Adagio was annoyed. Here she was, about to a deliver a speech as elegant and convincing as the songs she now somewhat missed singing, and Celestia had tried to upstage her again (she saw how when she looked at Twilight and Twilight looked away nervous. Celestia had told her to do this) by making sure they were all eating a meal-sized refreshment while she gave it.

Martin was surprised. Not by the tacos or even the sheer number of his former classmates and friends that were returning to their seats with them. Said seats only accounted for... maybe one tenth of the total capacity of the gymnasium bleachers, and it made him remember the hundreds of unattractive or underage currently hidden away in the classrooms he’d just walked passed, hidden away until the event was concluded and they could resume keeping up the school’s masquerade and arguing with each other whenever a siren got hungry but none of the slaves were around. He’d always know this was how much sirens cared about their former families and people they didn’t find hot, but it was jarring to see it so plainly for the first time after he’d become accustomed to seeing the mind controlled ones walking the halls like nothing was wrong (which was sort of the point). It also begged the question: after they’d taken over, where they were gonna put the majority of two worlds?

Aria was proud. An entire school: their allies, their fucktoys, or their cattle. And she’d never been the biggest fan of Mexican food but she found it titillating to see all the losers who thought they were their sisters mill about in imitation of one of the true Dazzlings.

Sonata was hungry. She took a few steps forwards but Adagio put her hand out and stopped her.

“They can choke on Celestia’s bribery,” she stated angrily, but gained a cruel smile when she saw Twilight’s dismay at how they weren’t having any. “I’m going to remind them who brought them all here.”

With that, she turned and walked for the microphone, which had been moved to the center of the gym for the purposes of this event. She’d have preferred they use the stage; stages always suited her better, but they’d thrown this together at the suggestion of Flash Sentry that morning, and they could conquer the world and fuck for hours but ordering slaves to set up folding chairs was too much trouble.

“Sirens!” the microphone shrieked into the room but by now most were already sitting back down and facing her. Some were excited to hear about how great they were again, some were impatient to get back to classes, but they all made some effort to listen.

“Ahem!” Adagio warmed up, trying to remember the key points from that morning and lamenting that speeches didn’t come naturally to them as songs. She opened her mouth, but suddenly Aria snatched the microphone stand out from under her and began speaking.

“So how many of you are there?” Aria asked the audience proudly. To her right, Adagio was still staring with (what Aria saw as) idiotic shock at what her sister had literally and metaphorically stolen from her. In a few seconds she’d get angry and try to grab the stand back like a ten-year old in front of their entire army. “How many stupid human cunts are now badass Dazzlings getting everything they deserve.”

Right on cue, Adagio’s shock turned to burning anger, not just at her sister and subordinate trying to upstage her while Sonata, Cutie Pie and the whole school were watching, but at how she’d referred to what we're really puppet-sirens as actual Dazzlings. The leader of the three (or maybe only two now) real Dazzlings swiped the stand back into her hands with so much speed it threatened to snap in half, and clutched it by her chest. Aria didn’t resist. She was never much one for speeches, but she was one for fucking with her oh-so predictable older sister.

Before she continued with her speech, Adagio noticed that Aria’s comment about their past lives being those of stupid human cunts hadn’t been very well received. A few, like Trixie, Rainbow Dash and the Shadowbolts had recognized the claim validity and had wide grins, but most, notably Rarity and strangely Twilight (who cared so little for her life before her ring now that Spike was starving in a street somewhere) were looking combinations of shocked, dismayed and angry. Adagio needed to recover this fast with the good news.

“Well soon there’ll be a million times this many sirens and a billion times the cattle and slaves because Sunset Shimmer....” she gestured to the proudly smirking flame-haired girl in the first row. “-had contacted Equestrian Alicorn Princess Twilight Sparkle on the other side of the mirror.”

She paused, waiting for a cheer, but instead almost the whole audience turned to Sunset, asking her how she’d done it and what she’d said to Twilight. Adagio’s face turned dark again at someone else hogging the spotlight. Behind her, Martin’s attention and interest levels skyrocketed to heights not seen in a long time in response to such important news at what he’d thought was just going to be another “pat ourselves on the back then fuck Martin” event, and he felt like he was actually standing in the room with them again. Adagio quickly elaborated.

“Using a special journal with a link to Equestria which she only now thought to tell us about just because the portal’s almost open,” she growled in frustration.

“Special journal with a link to Equestria?” Martin thought, now with more questions than answers. “Was that what that was? And she’d been sitting on it this whole time?” He looked to human Twilight in the audience. “Are you- is she- did I watch them write it? Are they on their way now? Are-”

“-Princess Twilight had been informed that there are several Equestrian creatures that have been stranded on this pathetic planet, and that she should be ready with the three other princesses I’ve heard about to greet us when the portal opens in what she told us will be only two more months!”

This time, the crowd reacted expectedly by looking amongst themselves and murmuring. They’d all heard about how they had counterparts as horses with horns and wings on the other side of the mirror, and more or less come to accept it. The concept of actually going to this other world and meeting those pony versions of themselves, especially for Celestia, Luna, and Cadence, who knew there they were actual goddesses, was still such a daunting concept that most tried not to think about it too much.

The Dazzlings couldn’t really believe it either. The stories they'd heard about what their fifth sexiest puppet Sunset Shimmer had done and how their current lieutenants, most of whom they’d captured without any sort of fight, had defeated her just had to be bullshit. And even Aria, who liked them better than the others, could never see the two principals, the dean, or the nerd as the Alicorn guardians of their homeworld. How they’d handle it when the two groups were together was one of the logistical questions Adagio and Aria chalked up to “no big deal once we have the princesses”.

Speaking of which, Martin had been so deep in thought he was startled Adagio looked at him.

“It’s then that our greatest servants will show them what real magic looks like.”

“Seduce and get raped by horses, after I’ve already been turned into a horse myself. Yep. It’s gonna happen. And I guess I already knew that,” Martin thought, supposing it was time to drift back into his normal semiconscious state now that he thought he’d heard everything new. But Adagio didn’t turn back to the crowd. In fact, she let go of the microphone to face him fully, and picking up on her queue Sonata and Aria, once again in sisterly harmony now that sex was involved, also turned around and started to approach him.

“But before even Cutie Pie, who puts all the other toys to shame, can attempt such an difficult task...” the lead Dazzling said as she walked away from the microphone and up to the stationary Martin, and her sisters circled around behind him. Their first boytoy was fully alert waiting for what they’d spring on him next, but was more curious-in-a-bad-way than outright scared. Despite their apparent confidence, what could they have been arguing about when he came into the office earlier that could possibly surprise or hurt him anymore?

“...He needs to show us his fighting spirit!” Adagio announced evilly, reaching around his neck to the clasp added after Pinkie cut the original magically-sealed chain.

“Well, that I suppose,” Martin answered his previous question in the split second between the necklace being pulled off him and his mind being free, and prepared himself for what had happened last time.

His world was about to turn rightside up again, and in the span of a single second all his obligations, all his obedience, all his anything that had to do with the dozens of girls in the room who all currently held his remote with their status as sirens, would melt away. He braced himself for warmth, vigor, and genuine emotional happiness to wash over him…

“But why would I have to brace myself for that? And why is it taking so long?”

Returning to the present, he looked at Adagio a foot in front of him and saw both her smug grin and the red stoned gold-chained crudely repaired necklace which he despised the sight of just as much, in her hands and away from his skin. And yet he was still feeling the perpetual dread and confinement that had long faded into white noise for him.

“It’s okay Cutie Pie,” Sonata assured from behind him as he felt his bare upper chest in disbelief. “You don’t need it anymore. You don’t have to be ashamed to love us!”

The unholy quaternity’s interactions were just barely audible from the bleachers, but every siren could see what was happening. The second emotional food channel in the room (which many of them were just now realizing was a shadow of it’s former self) had been cut off, and Cutie Pie was free within dashing distance of the gym door and neck-snapping distance of their leaders. Yet so long as Big Mac (who only about eight of the room’s occupants found sexy but all puppet-sirens found tasty) was feeding them, making them stronger, faster, and cooler than any almost any mortal, even the most logical and/or cynical among their ranks couldn’t be worried much. Either that, or they were feeling too lazy right now to care much. Besides, most of them had outdone Sonata mentally and figured out why Martin’s necklace had been removed, so what Adagio shouted next came as no surprise.

“Well?” she tucked the necklace in her back pocket. “Run!”

Martin looked at her face again, still trying to understand why he didn’t feel any different. Did the spell’s effects become permanent over time?

To test, he asked himself if needed to do what Sonata or Aria or Adagio said, just like he did during the gradual but temporary emancipation that happened whenever he was seducing a girl. He concluded he did, but it was his explanation why that confused him, namely because it went beyond “I just have to.”

“-because she’s in front of me, they’re behind me, there’s forty more close by, and all I’ll accomplish by running or fighting back is a serious beat-fucking.”

Again, it had only been one or two seconds, but that was enough time for some serious self-rumination that told him the necklace was gone for now (the fact that he was still standing in place after being given a direct order was evidence enough of that), but that something, obviously the circumstances and not him, had changed and he wasn’t going to run because he was afraid.

“I said run!” Adagio commanded again, though still uncharacteristically un-angry. It wasn’t his fault his mind was fully human again and therefore couldn’t be counted on to do anything right.

“C’mon piss- *yawn* breath!” Spitfire shouted from the audience. “Showe’m the same time you *ugh* showed Dash and me!”

“Umm- uh-” Martin stuttered for a second. “No,” he said in a normal tone of voice unfit for standing up to demons. “I’m not gonna run.”

Adagio cocked an eyebrow, and Sonata smiled appreciatively, then reached out and took a step towards him.

“Awww. Congratulations Cutie Pie, you’ve passed your final-”

“Shut it Sonata!”
“Shut it Sonata!”
“Shut it Sonata!”

Adagio, Aria and Martin all shouted in annoyed unison, freezing her in place.

“You can-”

Martin paused, as in his mind the theoretical end of his sentence spiralled into thoughts about everything the Dazzlings had done and we're going to do, which in turn morphed into a single idea for what he could do. All that had taken less than a second, and he spent the next two with his eyes up in his head (in thought), and considering it.

At first, he tried to write it off as just another one of his escape fantasies, but it was very straightforward and he was having it while there were no necklaces, no songs, no ropes and no hands, (yet).

He was afraid to try it. Running would be bad enough but if they caught him in the act of this they’d- give him a slightly longer and rougher beat-fucking. It’d be pain and orgasms, because that was all they dealt in, and everybody knew he could handle copious amounts of those by now. He glanced towards the door, and thought about the room’s position in relation to him. It was a long shot; Spitfire was right in that running had never worked out for him before. His legs and lips seemed as immobile and not-his-own as ever as every bit of apathy he’d accumulated since the Dazzlings stole his virginity told him not to move, but they’d gift-wrapped this attempt for him, and the truth was he’d be no worse off either way.

“Actually...” he turned back to Adagio, but remembered not to clue them in. “Actually I think there’s a gun in the basement.”

He bolted. Hours on the treadmill to keep his body fuckable made his first sprint in month feel more like a flight. Aria and Adagio watched him flee with smiles, knowing that there was no gun in the basement and a minute headstart wouldn’t matter with their speed (though they still couldn’t wait to go home and get their old bodies back). Sonata, however, watched disappointed at how little confidence her boyfriend had gained, and how he still felt like he needed to follow the crowd and act like she was evil in front of other people.

Martin skidded to a halt in front of the gym’s metal doors, and although he knew the actual chase wasn’t going to start at least until he was through them, throwing himself against the left door to open it felt like pushing through a solid wall, and he hated how much it slowed him down.

Once he was through the door and out in the hallway though, he never once slowed down either to decide his path (he’d already thought every step of his journey through), or when rounding a corner (he was in too big a hurry to follow the laws of physics). He was never tempted to look over his shoulder or worried when he came to a blind corner either, because logically they couldn’t know where he was going, and emotionally he was alone in the halls of CHS, sprinting between extra credit opportunities while everyone else was in class again. It was all there, the running, the need to do something while understanding why, even the momentary glances of the full class rooms as he dashed past their windows. Of course, his new clothes removed any physical comfort the sprint might have given him (his shirt felt like cardboard, and the rough material of his pants was tearing his legs apart). He also hadn’t forgotten that the students and teachers in those rooms were mind-controlled zombies, or that there really were consequences for being late this time. The sheer nostalgia of the situation though, made him glad that he’d ran, even if he was about to be tackled or tripped then fucked-mindless by 40 horny sirens.

And he wasn’t tripped from around the next corner or tackled on the next step. Or the next or the next. One by one he turned every corner he needed to. There couldn’t have been more than five, but it felt like thousands. When he arrived at the blessedly light wooden door of the counselling room (ironic) his legs and crotch felt stripped to the bone by his pants but otherwise he wasn’t remotely fatigued. Before opening it though, he looked through the glass window just to be sure.

Maybe 20 minutes ago, much to the disappointment and anger of the students he was teaching at the time, the intercoms had blared announcing an assembly and ordering him to this very room. When he’d arrived, he’d seen Aria shut a brown book that they’d left in the room after explaining his role in the assembly (which amounted to “stand behind us while we talked and fuck us afterwards). They’d just called him out there to make sure they entered the gym with him in tow, but what was even more ironic was that their symbolic and probably subconscious gesture of ownership was going to prove their undoing. His heart jumped into his mouth when he saw that not only was the book still on the coffee table, but so was a pen.

“This might not be the book they were talking about,” Martin’s self doubt came home from vacation, but he still yanked the door open with a *whoosh* and practically dived for the two items on the table to pick them up. “You might need some kind of spell to make it work,” it continued, but he was already slamming it down on the table. “Maybe you have to write it in a certain part.”

“Dear Princess Twilight,” Martin tried to think through a message as his shaking hands to open the book it and ready the pen. “No, I don’t have time for formalities. Dear Princess Twilight- fuck! Thought it again. Force of habit.”

Split the book open to a random page, confident the princess would still get the message. But once he’d set the purple colored pen on the top left corner of the page, his brain slowed down enough for him to see that there was way too much printed text already in the book for a journal.

A second later, he’d managed to pick up the words “bondage”, “pleasure”, and “submissive” from the page. Rage and sadness boiled in him instantly, and tears were already in his eyes when he slammed the book closed again to read the cover.

Female Domination and Petplay: We Accept No Responsibility For Assault, Kidnapping and Rape Charges Leveled At Readers

For some time, long enough for a familiar set of clopping boots to become audible, Martin stared frozen at the book in front of him. And once the footsteps became accompanied by muffled, bickering voices, not caring what happened next he vented his anger in a voice that probably alerted the Dazzlings, then ruptured their eardrums:

“What the fuck does Bob Dominic Sanchez Maria think I did to him!”

He picked up the book and chucked it into the wall hard enough to split its spine upon impact. Then he put his hands on the table, preparing to stand up and keep running before the footsteps reached him, but paused to ask himself what the point was.

“BDSM doesn’t have it out for you, the world does. Even if you miraculously manage to escape them, the real journal could be anywhere, and they don’t need you anymore since they’ve already contacted the other world. Face it; the liberty you’re experiencing is borrowed, and they’re coming to collect their due.”

“But maybe I can get to Sunset and make her tell me where the real book is,” his optimistic sane side shot back. “Or maybe I can find a real deadly weapon. Or maybe I can hide until the portal opens and rush in in front of them. This freedom’s not borrowed, I’m just being chased by thieves that’d give the masked fox a run for his money when it comes to persistence.”

Martin’s determination was renewed, and with an angry but cold face he continued to push down on his legs and arms to stand up. But before he’d gained more than two inches of elevation, he heard the footsteps reach peak volume, then stop. Fear and regret returned to him, and he ruefully noted that while his thinking skills had certainly improved since becoming a sex slave, his time management had tanked.

Two hands slapped onto his shoulders hard enough to sent shaking through his arms. His body did currently feel much lighter than he had in months, but the way such slim bodies pulled him around like he weighed nothing still took him by surprise. The hands on his shoulders tugged backwards, there was a *whoosh*, and for a split-second he felt airborne before crashing backwards onto the thinly carpeted floor. The back of his head and shoulders knew the drill, and his arms fell outstretched by his sides where the rough carpet scratched his exposed hands. He focused his vision just in time to see Adagio’s upside-down smirking face leering over him while Sonata and Aria stepped past them and dropped down to pin each of his arms. Aria happily sat on his right limb facing away, but Sonata spun around and pinned down his left with both hands (his leather jacket probably saved his limb from her bone-crushing strength) so he could see her sad face clearly.

“Nice try, loser.”
“Cutie Pie, you don’t have to run!”
“Were you trying to contact the princess?”

“Hey!”
“Hold on,”
“Can it!”

They all tried to speak to him at once, then all turned on each other, each wanting to get their word out first.

“Uuugh!” groaned Adagio. “Alphabetical order!”

Aria rolled her eyes and turned away, and Sonata looked up and began mouthing the alphabet as she counted on her fingers, and Adagio looked down at him again.

“Did you honestly think you could contact the princesses?” Adagio asked, almost rhetorically.

“Wrong book, moron,” Aria taunted, seeing what he had been trying to write in.

“You really needed a fucking book to tell you how to tie-” Martin tried to shoot back, but stopped when he realized what he was saying to whom.

Adagio had always known there was a more active, more determined but also cowardly boy that the necklace hid (she’d been punched in the face by him on day one after all), but Aria and Sonata stared at him shocked. Had they caught some other boy who just happened to look and sound exactly like their Cutie Pie? because the slave they knew and loved was quiet, obedient, and more often than not monosyllabic. They’d both expected him to run (though only Aria understood why), but actually talk back to them, even after he was restrained and helpless?

Martin took a good look at the faces in front of him, and realized emotionally speaking, it was more like staring at a classmate he hated instead of a foster parent that sucked. He’d always hated them, but he was feeling himself enough to talk back because he’d briefly felt, however falsely, that he could do a whole lot worse.

Sadly, Adagio could do worse as well. She let go of his shoulders to reach behind her and dig through a paper bag she’d dropped as she came in. All she pulled out of the filled was ball gag that she outstretched and lowered towards his mouth.

“You shouldn’t have run M-our little fuckslut, but I’m glad you did.”

Hearing Adagio diminish what he thought was pretty impressive escape attempt, Martin grimaced, and turned his head to the side. He knew she could just sing to make him complacent, or just violently grab his head, twist it upright so the gag was pressed against his lips, then force it in with her thumbs until it was safely inside and they pull the straps around to secure it, which was exactly what she did, but the moving of his jaw and mouth in such a defiant fashion gave him a rush of power.

Now that he was eating and couldn’t say anything mean, a teary-eyed Sonata asked him his motivations while Adagio stood up and circled around to his legs.

“*Sniff* Why Cutie Pie!? (Hey, that rhymes). Why are you trying to get away from us!? We’re about to get Equestria! We can get married and you can drink my milk and fuck me everyday and-“

“Shut up, Sonata!” Aria shouted, just before Martin was about to do the same despite his gag. “He’s not your boyfriend! I know the name is misleading but mind control necklaces don’t make people tell the truth. He only lets fucks us and says he loves you because he has no choice.”

Tear droplets dripped onto Martin’s jacket arm as Sonata listened to her sister tear her world apart. Adagio had stopped between his legs, wanting to hear this before she began.

“But-but h-he”

“He-he-he he gets horny whenever we’re about to rape him because he’s a human, and humans can’t control their bodies. And hate to play angel’s advocate, but I could be a 100 year-old human burning to death and I’d still think to myself ‘well, at least I’m not Sonata Dusk’s sex slave’ his life probably sucks so bad right now.”

There were (innumerous) times in her life that Sonata would know something, and then her sisters would just tell her something else and the world would change so that it’d be true. She didn’t understand how that was supposed to work, but it did, and right now, she’d wanted nothing more for it not to be.

“You-,” she slowly turned back to Martin. “You evil liar, liar, pants on fire!” she cried accusingly.

Adagio didn’t even try to figure out her sister’s logic, and simply knelt down by his crotch. Martin tried to kick her in the face, but she’d been waiting for the move and easily caught his leg and pinned both of them down.

“He’s not going to have any pants anymore,” she stated plainly, sitting on his lower legs and reaching for his fly. “We’re gonna truss you up when we’re done…”

He twisted his hips as far to the right as they would go, but Adagio held them down with one hand and expertly began undoing his fly with the other.

“-And you’re gonna stay that way! We’ll just adjust the spell so you can hate us and plot to escape all you want, but we’ll still be eating it, you little shit.”

Martin’s glaring eyes went wide and he nearly whimpered when he realized the implications of her words. He got tied up all the time, but it was only when it happened on a mission that he really felt his bonds. To be like he was now, uncomfortably between free and imprisoned, would be… well, he’d run out of qualifiers long ago, but not-fucking-pleasant.

He heard a piercing zip sound, and felt the room’s air on his chafed member. Then Adagio pulled down his pants, which brought agony to his entire raw crotch before baring it. Nevertheless, when she took his cock in one hand moved further up on his body to get into a straddling position above his crotch, his penis slowly began to stiffen.

“Hu-hu hink hu han heet hwiligh?” Martin said with as much confidence as he could muster. “-hithout he?”

“Why do you care, you monster,?” replied Sonata vindictively. “All you care about is yourself.”

Adagio ignored him, and casually dropped herself onto his member.

“Hmmm,” she moaned a single time as she mounted him. Upon first impact, Martin closed his eyes, screamed, and shook his body at the pain of the contact on his red thighs and (he thought to be) sore cock.

“Damn,” Adagio commented seeing his obvious pain. “I bet you’d taste better now than you did kissing my boot.”

The pain actually seemed to weaken his penis even while he was hilt-deep inside her warm, hugging snatch. She fixed that quickly though, by clutching both her breasts through her thin dress and pumping her knees up and down on him. His cock, it seemed, wasn’t as sore as he thought it was, and her wet tightness got exponentially better as blood flowed to both his face and crotch.

“Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm,” she moaned quietly in direct contrast to her quick humping and mad fondling of her gigantic breasts. Martin didn’t moan, but being raped by his captor, having his dick forcefully stuffed into her snatch for her personal enjoyment, somehow felt fresh again. He was never hit by any tidal waves of sexual pleasure during their quick symbolic fuck, but his cock, still entrapped by the elastic ring, slowly felt better and better pumping, or more accurately, being pumped inside her. Soon the pain on his legs was all but gone, and his thighs and abs twitched to thrust up into her and speed things up. They did that everytime someone rode him, but it felt less like a reflex and more like an actual command this time.

“Am I overthinking this?” he asked himself while fighting the counter-urge to dig his fingernails into the carpet and block out the pleasure. It was then, he noticed, that since they’d started he’d involuntarily pulled up his legs behind her. “Should I- yeah, cause it worked so well with Rainbow- aw fuck it!”

He straightened both his legs, then brought both his knees into Adagio’s lower back as hard as he could. Aria and Sonata almost gasped again at his showing of defiance, and Adagio’s head whipped forwards out of shock. A smile made very difficult by the rubber ball in his mouth appeared on his face. He might not be escaping, but the intense satisfaction he felt seeing them in pain was more than worth it.

Unfortunately, while Adagio was stopped from bouncing on him briefly, her hands dropped off her breasts, which in turn brought their full girth to Martin’s attention. Instead of kicking her again, he watched them jiggle under the thin protection of her dress. For some reason the sight was captivating to him again, and it reminded him Derpy had forgotten to feed him that morning. All that milk, sloshing around inside...

“Hah!” Adagio laughed, snapping him back to reality. She then resumed pumping, and slipped her fingers over her tits and into her dress to pull it down and reveal her engorged nipples. “Yeah. You wanna sip from these dairy’s, you’re gonna have to give me some a your milk first.”

Martin clenched his eyelids again and kicked both his legs into her spine rapidly, but she was ready for it now and it was like kneeing a marble column. Laughing semi-maniacally she continued to rape him until, of course, he was primed and ready and she guessed they could finish now.

They came together, him coating her insides until there was no way she wasn’t pregnant, and her gushing back until his crotch and balls were a warm sticky mess. The forced pleasure rocking his body was like he was having his virginity stolen again, and every milliliter of liquids exchanging between their organs felt much heavier and warmer.

With a final deep breath, Martin slumped his head on the floor. He waited for his obligations to seep back into his mind, but when they never did, he remembered his circumstances and turned his head to the side to get a sideways-blurred image of the bag that told him nothing.

“So they can take me with or without the necklace,” he thought, expecting to feel shame and despair. Strangely though, it never came as he logically knew that didn’t matter.

“So,” he heard Aria start above him. “Still alphabetical order?”

“Sure,” replied Adagio. “It’s not like anyone else is here to interrupt us,” she looked at the door contemptuously, as if it represented her 40+ sisters who had left the capture of a potentially dangerous boy all to them.

Without a hint of exhaustion or even using her hands, the orange Dazzling simply put her feet underneath her and stood up. As always, being inside a pussy hurt mentally, slipping a wet cock out of one into the comparatively chill room temperature hurt physically. Her snatch continued to drip diluted white globules onto his crotch, then legs until she stepped off him and sat down on his left arm (with her pants still by his feet, and their combined fluids still smearing between her thighs) to allow Aria to stand up, and and take her place by Martin’s feet.

“So like I said,” Aria spoke as she casually dropped her pants, pulling Martin’s head back up to look at her. After the shock and daze of the first orgasm in a sequence wore off, he found that all he could muster when he looked at her was anger, and he wasn’t nearly as tired as he thought he was. His acquired bodily stamina was supposed to be used for several more orgasms, but he saw now he could use it to run or fight back even after he’d been forced to cum. He looked down and considered raising both his legs to protect his crotch in another symbolic gesture, but Aria abruptly turned around and fell butt-first onto his exposed thighs. “I know you’re not enjoying this,” she said unsympathetically over her shoulder, but it was mostly drowned out by Martin’s combination of a scream and grunt at the agony of her tight ass spearing into his femurs and further scratching the raw skin.

“Hu hukhing hunt,” Martin growled through his gag, as if sitting on him was the most deserving-of-an-insult thing Aria alone had done. Talking back still felt empowering though, even if he could feel her blistering heat so close to his penis and see her- wait, that’s not her pussy.

“But I don’t give a fuck,” she continued, ignoring his insults and positioning herself both so that her long, bare legs held his down, and her puckered anus was moving closer to his cock, that was rising again despite the pain. “So long as you feel bad, fuck good, and help us win, capisce?”

Instead of retorting, Martin contemptuously watched his cock become hard again, and she reached around behind her to grip it. Her hand warmed the lingering stickiness, and put even more blood into his member, but his arousal was mixed with disgust and a returning fear, imagining what would happen to his cock once it was stuck in the wrong hole. He’d occasionally been taken up the ass by various toys (and one finger), but never done it to a girl himself. Speaking from his own experiences, he couldn’t see why anyone would willingly subject themselves to such a strange feeling, and the orgasm it had brought him had felt unnatural. And no girl he’d met had had much interest in it, and so how being inside a rectum himself would feel had remained a mystery until now. With the necklace, he might not’ve outright feared it as yet another position, but without it, once she pushed herself into the air with one hand and pointed his cock straight up with the other, he shook and kicked his legs underneath her feet in a last-ditch attempt to dislodge her.

It was fruitless or course, since without even trying she could hold his legs down with her feet. And true to her word, she ignored his protests and lowered herself down as soon as she was ready.

The feeling of her asshole on his tip stopped his struggles dead. As gravity pulled her down, her rectum widened and accepted his tip much in the same was his had accepted the vibrator. Martin closed his eyes and curled his toes as he was accepted into the just-as-tight but half-as-wet hole (thank goodness she almost never ate solids), not knowing whether to anticipate agony or bliss.

“Uuugh,” Aria moaned, pulling both her hands back around to her front to leave the rest to gravity. This wasn’t as fun for her as simply having her pussy filled, but to have it stuck up the hole she barely used was almost a tickling sensation that she knew could bring her to its own unique orgasm, and she was ready for some variety.

She slowly fell further and further down him, and he slowly slid further and further up her. He also saw now that it didn’t force pleasure onto him like a mouth or a vagina, but hugged his cock more like breasts did, and he’d be cumming up into her stomach with the right prodding.

That prodding came when she put her hands down on either sides of them and began boosting herself up and down on his lap with only her wrists.

Martin spasmed under the weight of all three Dazzlings, as the pleasure of Aria’s anus hugging him so tight, then sliding up, creating the same illusion of sucking his cum out like a mouth did, was some of the… roughest he’d ever felt. She didn’t bounce frictionlessly on top of him anymore; they both felt the whole weight of every her every pump.

Aria started to reconsider her favourite positions as she found her own weight couldn’t pull her down fast or hard enough. She just needed his cock poking at her intestines. She strange tickling pleasure was way better than she remembered, forcing her pussy to moisten impossibly fast and drip onto the carpet between Martin’s legs, which she could barely focus on keeping pinned down.

He was shaking beneath her, she noticed. Worse than normal, but not in the escaping kind of way.

“Oh fuck, calm down man,” Marin told himself. “You’re just gonna cum a few times, then they’ll piss- well, they not gonna go away now, but something will happen and you can try again. You got all the time in the world.”

“Aria was right. This is why you’re only fit to be our fucktoy,” Adagio said to his right having picked up on his enjoyment. Amidst forcefully spearing Aria’s ass, he turned his head to the side and glared at her face with the contempt and annoyance he’d been prevented from showing every previous time they said something stupid and next-to meaningless. “You’re hot for a human, but humans are just magicless meatbags too stupid stop themselves from getting hard or wet when we molest them.”

“Yeah! What she said,” corroborated Sonata.

Martin simply looked back up at the ceiling again, prepared to let the biology run its course (on the both of them, judging by how loudly Aria was groaning, and once picked one hand up to grope her breasts, before forcing herself to put it back down and keep pushing out of necessity).

“Huve hot he hame *grunt* hodieths hath hwe hath *nnnn*-” he attempted to refute them calmly and rationally, but trailed off the further he and Aria went.

The muscles were working in his loins, but he wasn’t ready to blow yet. For both of them, it seemed like each thrust after the next would be the one to sent them into bliss, but they were kept in suspense forever.

Finally, the switch clicked seemingly arbitrarily, and he passed his knot up into her just as she was coming back down. Hot seed blasted up into her body, the warm goo inside her giving her the exact feeling her own raging loins needed.

“Aaauuuuugh!” Aria moaned and screamed at the same time, as if her orgasm had scared her. Her pussy squirted out in front of her, staining the carpet between Martin’s legs, and she leaned forwards and reach up to squeeze both of her oversized milk-tanks through her shirt. Her moans made Martin expect to feel her cum blasting back against his, but her butthole was so tight in fact that his sperm became trapped in a pool above his tip with nowhere to go.

Aria took a slight, satisfied breath, and moved her legs off his to stand back up as easily as her sister had. Martin’s cock literally popped right out of her, and was showered in its own discharge coming out of her ass before it puckered closed again with enough still inside to make it white and dripping as she stepped back to her pants.

“So, you wanna go Sonata?” she asked as she bent down, fully intending to replace her pants while both her holes were still leaking fluids.

“Oh, we’ll fuck a ton Cutie Pie,” she said to him, still angry despite the dark spot in her crotch. She then looked to the bag. “But no more Mrs Nice Dazzling. By the time you’re all tied up and all our friends have had fun with you… ”

Martin was now looking her in the eye, genuinely concerned.

“-You’re gonna be begging for my titties again!”

Walking naked with chained feet and his arms twisted into a U-shape behind his back by another quick-release armbinder was oddly reminiscent of riding a bicycle, with how he fought to maintain balance, felt the air across his body, and had to pedal his feet to step the few inches the chain allowed without scooting along the squeaky cold linoleum floor. His sweat stained clothes had been left in the counselling room (to remain there forever if his captor’s boasts were to be believed), and his normal purely aesthetically (and very uncomfortable) spiked gold collar had been removed for a few savored seconds before being replaced by a nearly identical but much more practical version that really was intended for dogs.

“Keep up, bitch,” Aria tugged forwards on his leash as they arrived at the door to the gym. She only pulled him a few inches forwards, but the sudden acceleration jerked his neck forwards while his head whipped back. He stumbled forwards, just barely remaining upright on his chained feet. But choking through was must’ve been irreparable damage to his windpipe, he stood straight again behind Adagio and Aria, refusing to fall over, even if he was about to be led back into the gym where he’d be thrown to the floor and gang-raped. Adagio put her hand on the door handle but turned around to look at them before she opened it. But before she could say anything, Sonata unnecessarily hurt Martin again.

“I’m gonna tell them all you lied to me,” she warned, before smacking his right butt-cheek with her open palm as she passed him. Martin threw his head back in a shriek that was piercing even with his gag, and almost fell forwards again. She’d hit harder than ever, and he could swear he felt his cheek bleeding. He tried to cover it with his bound hands, but the rubber only stung him far worse, so he willed himself to lift his arms back and close his eyes to wait for the pain to pass. “And your tushy is gonna feel soooo much worse!”

Martin looked up again in surprise at the blue siren’s second half-menacing and well thought out threat of the day. Adagio simply smiled at her proud, and turned back around to open the doors for all of them.

The old metal doors screeched in protest to her superhuman push that opened them both wide open, and she lingered her arms outstretched to enter the gym like a glorious angel, with her two idiot sisters and their shared sex slave flowing out behind her as if doves.

Her calm, professional expression intended to tell all her puppets that she was amazing turned into confusion, and then fear when she turned her head to the right and saw that something about the spot of the bleachers where all her pawns who naively thought they were her sisters were supposed to be sitting had seriously changed since they’d left.

One by one the others entered and stopped behind her when they saw it too. The mass of colors was still there, but it was more lining the bleachers and the area in front of them than sitting there. They realized this was because every single siren was lying down in a position probably not of their choosing. The only half-standing (kneeling) figures were facing away from them, but looked like Flash Sentry and Twilight Sparkle. Only Sonata breathed a sigh of relief at this though, because the others had already noticed that both the conscious ones were trying to pull something off the sleeping sirens’ hands.

While Martin felt something scratch the back of his leg, the realization that some kind of cataclysm had struck dawned on the two smart ones, and a feeling of fear and regret they hadn’t felt since they’d felt the tug of the vortex millennia ago washed over them. The dumb one, however, had thought that the vortex was a pretty fun ride, and called out to who she thought was one of their most loyal supporters.

“Twily! Why is everybody to sleepy?!”

Twilight Sparkle had already heard them come in, but their referral to her the same was her B.B.B.F.F did caused her to squeeze Sunset Shimmer’s hand tightly out of anger. They were mocking her. She’d seen her friends corrupted before, but these sirens hadn’t just taken the Equestrian element bearers and turned them into polar opposites.

They’d taken the weaker versions of almost everyone she knew and loved, including herself, and turned them into grotesque parodies of their former selves, then left her and Spike to stumble upon their work and slowly realize the awful truth.

“And now,” she thought, looking down at the juice-smeared face of Sunset Shimmer. When she’d passed possessed Sunset in the hallway’s earlier, the superficial similarities between her and these “Dazzlings” she suspected to be the banished sirens had occurred to her. But after seeing Pinkie Pie sucking of a statuesque Soarin inside a classroom, she’d remembered that Sunset had accepted their offer of friendship after she was driven mad by the malfunctioning Element of Magic, and the Dazzling had no such excuse for once again overwriting the redeemed villain's personality and forcing her to become even worse than the past self she hated. “You’ve forced me to drug my friends, my mentors, and even myself earlier.” She roughly threw Sunset’s ring over her shoulder so that it thudded loudly on the wooden floor, and then stood up. “There’ll be no redemption for you.”

She spun around to stare at the three girls she now saw as easily her greatest enemies. And despite the great power they’d amassed, Adagio and Aria stepped back in fear of the girl who’s furious expression told them that she wasn’t the sexy but nerdy weakling they’d enthralled effortlessly, but rather the reason Luna had wanted that girl in in the first place.

“Oh c’mon,” Sonata said to her sisters, now behind her, for not seeing the obvious and not-remotely-scary explanation to what they were seeing. She saw out of the corner of her eye Martin squatting, but thought little of it, just like everything else. “There just having a naptime and Twilight and Sweetheart are just being naughty-.”

“Sonata Dusk! Adagio Dazzle! Aria Blaze!” Twilight bellowed in the human equivalent of the Royal-Canterlot-Voice, rattling the gym’s windows and freezing all three Dazzlings in fear. “Sweetheart” had enough sense to lie down between bodies and cover his head when Twilight stepped over the unconscious Sunset and stomped her way in front of the foot cart, ready to make sure no one ever called him that again. Aria dropped Martin’s leash to hold up her hands defensively and take another step back behind Adagio, who always seemed to have some kind of idea of what to do. The orange siren was just as frightened as the other two though. Her body surged with emotional energy that could probably take on an alicorn that still had its magic, but being a human teenager and hiding in the shadows for so long meant she wasn’t remotely ready to face this kind of legendary girl on anything but her own terms.

“P-princess-”

“Shut the fuck up!” Twilight swiped her hand in front of her. Not even her plan going swimmingly behind her enemies could alleviate the rage she was about to verbalize. “You’ve hurt these people! You attacked this world just because it couldn’t defend itself, and turned these ponies into monsters for what?! Sex?!”

Hearing apparent Equestrian Princesses error in species, cliched referring to them as “monsters”, and how short sightedness neutralized Adagio’s expression. And as Twilight continued, she followed the “monster” train of thought.

“But I’m not gonna let you trick me and hurt Equestria too,” Twilight then stated coldly. “I figured out who Sunset’s “magical refugees” were by reading up on the history of alternate dimensions, and I built-” she stopped herself, realizing she was boasting and this was hardly the time. “You really should’ve eaten the fucking tacos. It’ve been mucher easier in your sleep.”

“Are there three Twilight’s now?” Martin thought sarcastically. “Because I like this badass Twilight even more than the first one.”

But Adagio’s frown had flipped. True, she could try singing to subdue the powerless princess, but she was tired of being subtle. She mentally took stock of all the energy in her body, and compared it with the few super popular concerts they’d had where they ate so much they felt like their old selves again, concluding it’d be more than enough.

“Monster?” she held out her arms and focused her mind on nothing but her power and her old body. The air around her warmed, her feet became lighter on the floor, and a faint gold outline obvious to Twilight “I’ll show you what you stupid ponies call a-”

Halfway airborne, and with all the sensations of her weak, cumbersome human body fading away, Adagio felt something round run into her back, and suddenly got much, much heavier. Her bliss broken, all her human senses returned in full force just in time for her to crash face first into the cement-hard wood of the gym floor.

“Uuuh!” was all the siren could grunt out as a thud not nearly loud enough for Twilight and her allies echoed throughout the gym. Aria and Sonata had been starting to smile, but now they looked down in utter bewilderment at a miraculously unbound Cutie Pie on their leader’s back, having apparently tackled her.

Aria opened her mouth. Whether it was to sing or protest would forever remain a mystery because before she could utter a syllable a massive arm came over her mouth and pulled her back into the stone-hard body of Big Macintosh.

Grabbing a teenage girl this way brought back terrible memories of his first mission after having that damned necklace put around his neck, but the farm boy had already decided to embrace his terrible powers of destruction, and use them to make sure these witches never hurt anyone ever again. When who he thought was his Twilight had stopped him in the hallway the night before, and ordered him into an empty classroom, he was still sore both physically and mentally from the Friendship Games had gotten ready to hope that the next time he was temporarily free it was near a razor blade again. But to his amazement, she’d pulled a massive claw-like apparatus she claimed to have borrowed from Pinkie Pie out of the closet and cut his chain before he could even react. After the chores list from hell was gone from his mind though, he wasn’t remotely relieved. He was guilty and afraid, and told Twilight and Spike they should never have risked themselves to help him because he was just going to rape and kill them too. But Twilight simply told him that necklaces were more practical to remove at this point, and calmly asked him to explain to them what was going on.

Recounting the past few months had been excruciating, but also reminded him of what was at stake. Despite Twilight and Spike’s repeated assurances that it was in no way his fault, Mac still knew it was too late for his redemption. But his family, and his friends and the world? He still had a responsibility to them, and as per Spike’s idea, that responsibility first manifested in cooking 100 tacos while Twilight raided the animal shelter for sedatives that they’d test on her doppelganger.

He had nothing to say to Aria Blaze as he held her head against his chest, and when he felt her voice blasting against his forearm, followed by both her arms grabbing onto it, Macintosh instantly responded by adjusting his grip and doing exactly what Celestia had ordered him to do if his sister’s best friends resisted.

Even her super-human bones were done in an eighth of a second with his accursed strength, but he felt every centimeter of the rotation. He knew she was a third the reason for everything that had happened, but when he thought of his own capture he saw Celestia, and when he thought of the general suffering he saw himself, so he tried did it as quickly as possible with as blank a face he could summon, as if trying to tell her that this was simply his duty, even though she couldn’t see him.

Aria felt her spine twisting uncomfortably, then her whole body went completely numb as she was just a floating head for an instant before the floor seemed to fly up at her.

It was face down on the gym floor, unable to get up, unable to turn her head, unable to breath that she watched her family’s final moments. A purple and green dog shouted in a human voice and lunge into Sonata’s left thigh. His teeth didn’t even scratch her skin, so she didn’t cry out, but he held on long enough to make the blue Dazzling reach down to remove this nuisance, in turn distracting her long enough for Twilight Sparkle to close the distance between them and plow into her like bullet, tackling her out of Aria’s darkening sight presumably to a similar fate Adagio was currently meeting.

Even in his fury, Martin had known better than to risk turning Adagio over, and and if a baseball bat barely slowed her down before she had the whole school to feed on, they’d fall through to the basement before he killed her by returning a favor and bashing her head against the floor. But he’d been in close proximity to a siren a few times, and knew very well that they still evidently needed to breath.

All through the ordeal, he never bothered to turn around and address the commotion behind him, assuming it was Spike, who had freed him, and Macintosh, who he’d seen coming from the stage, keeping him safe. While Adagio was still disoriented from being brought crashing to the floor so fast, Martin put one arm through the cushion of her hair against the back of her head and slipped the other under her neck as if he’d done this a million times. He then squeezed one and pushed against the other as hard as he possible could.

Of course, nothing short of her head falling off immediately would have satisfied his rage and urgency when he started to strangle her, but he initially panicked when he didn’t feel her neck give in the slightest.

Fortunately, the head Dazzlings started to panic at that point to. Falling to the floor was more of an inconvenience with her current strength, and she’d been about to annoyedly curse her attacker then hop back up when her head was grabbed by some kind of monster and her throat was compressed to an impossible size. She instinctively tried to suck in oxygen, but even her super-strong larynx could only manage the tiniest gurgled-whisp against an arm built by a troubled childhood and recently enhanced by hours in the gym everyday.

Her choking, as well as how he now noticed her chest was no longer raising and sinking beneath his straddling legs, was a boost of confidence to Martin, but he was still worried he’d only taken her by surprise and that she was about to break free effortlessly.

Sure enough, Adagio choked again, but then pulled her arms back from where they’d fallen towards her neck. Martin knew she was going to pry his arm off, but he couldn’t think of anyway to stop her without loosening his grip. But just as she put her hands around his right arm and he prepared to have it torn off, they both heard a disturbing combination of a crack and a crunch heard behind them where Aria had been standing, and immediately knew what had happened.

Adagio delayed her own attempts to free herself. Had her sister just died behind her? The sound of a body too light to be anything but a teenage girl slumping to the ground told them both the truth, and sent a chill of fear and sadness she’d only even eaten, never felt, straight to her normally vacant heart, and delayed her even longer.

The snap though, meant only that it could be done to Martin. Without hesitating, ignoring Spike’s yell, and followed by Twilight dashing past him, he opened his balled fists and repositioned his arms to grab the opposing ends of Adagio’s head, and forcefully twisted to the right with all the vigor his hatred gave him.

He felt the fear of inadequacy again, and worried he’d made things worse by relieving the pressure on her throat when her head caught on her spine and stopped twisting. He knew it wasn’t as easy as in the movies, but was Big Mac that much stronger than him?

But then there was just the faintest of crunches, and her head moved just the smallest of units further, and Adagio’s hands shook on his arms in pain. Encouraged for the final time, Martin kept twisting, hoping spines worked like rocks and paper when then were cut or cracked even slightly.

It was only a crick in the neck at that point, but Adagio felt her life twisting away inside her. If she’d concentrated and simply pushed herself up or grabbed his arms and forced them off she might still be alive, but Sonata was screaming as the super-strong farm boy joined the alicorn princess in pummeling her, and Aria was already dead, so physical combat terrified her. And no matter her strength, she’d always see her primary weapons while human as her voice and her body.

“Cutie Pie-” she verbally reached out in a crying tone. Martin clenched his teeth and twisted harder.

“Gaah! Martin please!”

Martin stopped twisting, but felt so remorse of sympathy, ready to finish the job if he felt her move an inch or mutter anything even slightly melodic. Above Sonata’s fading screams, he heard her out.

“Please! I’m sorry! I did-”

She’d never thought this way about a human, or anything else, but couldn’t risk patronizing him for even a second, and thought of something else to appeal to.

“I can be yours! Just cut off my necklace and program a slave one for me and I’ll be your-”

“I’m asexual now you fucking cunt,” Martin Saylin cut her off in sarcastically flat tone, and twisted harder than ever.

Time hadn’t gotten any easier to keep track of. For all Martin knew he’d been sitting in the classroom doing nothing but heavily breathing for days.

Once the former cattle had all stumbled, delirious and disbelieving, out of their classrooms to the second explaining-all-the-magical-bullshit-you-all-just-saw assembly in CHS history, Martin had kept his head down and slipped into the first empty room that he’d never taught in. He’d sat down at a desk in the far corner, just wanting to spend the next few… eternities cooling off. His heart rate and adrenaline had been higher than ever in the few minutes it’d taken them to turn the Dazzling’s from surefire-dimension conquerors to the liberated janitor’s problem. But he hadn’t felt it normalize even a little after Twilight, Macintosh, Spike and Flash had comforted him over Adagio’s body or after in varying states of fatigue, relief, sadness and lingering anger, they’d all removed the remaining unconscious girls’ rings. Twilight mentioned that once the last ring was bodiless, all their brainwashing magic would fade, so Martin didn’t bother to stick around after it’d been pried from Spitfire’s finger. Maybe Macintosh, for all his apparent remorse at both what he’d done for the sirens and what he’d gone against them, felt obligated to not only look the girls in the eyes afterwards, but help Twilight with all the aftermath logistics, but all Martin wanted was to go somewhere of his free, unobstructed choosing.

It was dark outside now, and sitting and breathing for so long hadn’t made Martin feel any better. He’d tried to focus only on his respiring and not ponder the past or the future, but he could still see her poofy head beneath him, and the feeling of twisting it seemed burned into his palms. He’d also finally removed his cock-band with much difficulty, but the pinching even while he was soft had refused to subside, and his base hurt as it slowly expanded. He needed to go somewhere, do something more therapeutic, but he had no idea what. Plus, if he left the room he might see other people, and as ground zero he saw it in everyone’s best interests that he stay away.

He heard the female footsteps outside the room, but was confident they’d pass without seeing him until they stopped by his door. He was about to get annoyed when he heard Spike speak…

“*sniff* *sniff* He’s in there.”

“Thanks Spike.”

-and slowly pulled his head up to address his savior. Her mere appearance in the room didn’t flood him with gratitude and humbleness like it might have months ago (it didn’t help that he had to look at her clothes to confirm this this wasn’t the one he’d taken at Crystal Prep) but he knew the two of them had to talk, and that she was probably the only one who could help him.

“Ummm, hi,” she waved nervously like an actual schoolgirl. “Mmmartin...” she pointed at him across the room. The original Dazzling sex slave wasn’t surprised that the girl who’d drugged a whole gym and savagely beaten another girl to death was now being super cautious; If there was one thing he knew about the real Twilight Sparkle, it’s that she would sincerely do whichever her friends needed. He also wasn’t as offset by her failure to get to the point as his stone faced expression conveyed, since even after everything their bodies had done to each other, he had a great deal of respect for the magical six/seven.

Twilight though, took it as him telling her “I’m just a normal human, and I’ve just gone through the kind of shit that’d put your hedge mazes and being-told-off-by-your-mentors to shame while you hung out in your castle and solved ponies personal problems and found a new student. Spit it out.”

“*sigh*. I can’t say I knew who you were from when last time I was here, and I can’t imagine what it must’ve been like being- having your identity and your freewill stolen from you just to suit their perverse whims. I should have been here. I said last time that Equestria could protect itself without me but earth couldn’t, and I know you’re far from defenseless… ”

Martin curled his hands and toes as the whole event played out in his head again.

“-but we should have been here, or worked out a way to watch out for you all or-”

“Twilight!” Martin shouted abruptly, holding up his hand. The princess of friendship froze in fear and embarrassment. Had she patronized him? Did he not want to hear any of this? She could talk to friends any enemies alike, but he was neither, only traumatized. She briefly wished Spike hadn’t left or that she’d brought the human elements or princesses so those more levelheaded, experienced with people, or wise could help her out. “Twilight Sparkle this isn’t your fault.”

Martin had never said that to anyone before, but the situation was to be made very, unmistakably clear, no matter how it felt to anyone.

“It’s not Big Mac’s of Flash’s or Celestia’s or Rarity’s or even mine,” Not being guilty actually hurt for Martin to admit more than he thought it would, but again, no bullshit equivocation, and he’d have to say it eventually to move on. “It was just the Dazzlings, and they’re fucking dead now.”

He stood up, and with a purpose made his way through the desks towards Twilight.

“But Twilight,” she stepped back as he came out of the the desks before stopping within arms reach of her. It was then, as she tried to conceal her illogical fear of him, that he saw just how he towered over almost every girl who’d raped him.

“I-”

His confident attitude wavered, as he realized what his idea of wanting to go somewhere else was leading him to ask.

“I don’t know if they’ve told you, but I don’t have any parents. I don’t have anyone.”

“That’s not true!” Twilight instinctively objected, pointing her finger at his chest. She’d been afraid before, but she wasn’t about to let him tear himself and all of Canterlot High down like this. “You have a whole school of people; people who know what you’ve been through, and I know you were the first but-”

“I was the first.” Martin pondered the idea in his head. As Twilight continued to talk, he thought back to the day of his capture. What had he been thinking about then? Both school credits, and his classmates. When he’d turned the corner, he’d completely forgotten about one, but he spent the next few months sticking his dick in the other. And he’d cared.

Celestia, Luna, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Spitfire, Fluttershy, Applejack, Cherilee, Lyra, Carrot Top, Roseluck, Fleetfoot, Bon Bon, Minuette, Cloudkicker, Derpy, Octavia, Photo Finish, Twilight Sparkle, Abacus Cinch, Cadence, Suri Polomare, and more: he’d fucked and given rings to every single one of them, and there were only two on that entire list that he hadn’t felt like he’d failed or betrayed somehow. And now he was alone in here, thinking that because he was the favourite he’d somehow had it worse, instead of hugging his fellow victims, sharing unnecessary apologies, then going off to do the same with their younger siblings.

“N-nevermind Twilight,” he held up his hand to cut her off again. “You’re right. I-I don’t need Equinestia.”

“Equestria.”

“Whatever,” he said, looking at the door. “How’s the assembly going?”

“They can’t start it without you.”

“Well, fuck,” he smiled and turned back to her. “I guess I’m late.”

As Martin Saylin, the former Cutie Pie dashed out the door to give a speech to his family and their guests about how they’d all been through hell, but that they’d come home now with a new appreciation for their humanity, their independence, and their friends, Twilight stood there, wondering why being late was funny.

Author's Notes:

Final chapter. I had a lot of scenes I wanted to cover, and a few ideas had to be scrapped, but now it's done, not much else else to say.

Writing a requested story for the first time was a challenge, but I enjoyed it, and hope to do it again soon.