I woke to the feeling of water cascading over my fur and a soft brush working through it. For a siren, water always had a reviving effect. Lifting my head, I was rewarded with a gentle ear-rub.

"Awake, are we? Sorry about last night, when I saw my husband with you I just—I got all carried away." The voice belonged to Cup Cake, who was scrubbing my fur and giving me the best ear rub ever. "I figured a bath was the least I could do after that."

It had all been a game I realized, and if not exactly planned, then definitely something each expected to happen. Sure, I should have assumed the ponies of Ponyville could be just as kinky and naughty as ponies everywhere else, but to find out the nice couple you'd known for years were into dominance games and bondage was definitely shocking.

I yawned and rolled my shoulders, and when her hooves found one of my wings I froze up. Careful attention was paid to the limb, and though I knew Cup and Carrot weren't pegasi, their son was. "Where'd you learn about wings?" I asked.

"My little colt's a pegasus. I had to learn about wing care to take care of his." She didn't seem inclined to preen my wing, rather she used her hoof to gently brush each feather straight. By the time she was done with both wings, I was almost ready to move in. "My little colt got that same look."

It wasn't a sexual feeling, more just extremely relaxing. I tried to get out of the tub, but Cup defied my light protest firmly. She scrubbed down my fur and tail, then washed my mane and face. In a manner only a mother could, she rolled me over and washed my belly, barrel, and sheath with equal care and no sign that any of it was sexual.

When she told me to stand, I stood. Warm towels worked over me, guided by expert hooves. "You've been pampered before, haven't you—" Cup Cake gasped. "I believe we haven't actually introduced ourselves. Cup Cake."

I had to smile at the silly vagaries of our social situation. "Sure Beat." It didn't even feel like a lie to say it anymore. I was as much McIntosh Apple as I was a pony—less so.

"Well, Sure Beat, I think you've been to a spa or two before. A pony reacts different to being washed when they've learned to enjoy it."

The moment I judged myself dry, I acted. With the speed and strength of the predator I was, I overwhelmed any attempt by Cup Cake to stop me and switched places with her. Overpowering an earth pony was no simple task, and I could see by her look of shock that she hadn't expected it, but when my hooves found her shoulders and started rubbing, Cup Cake was defeated utterly.

"I'm not just used to going to a spa. I worked in one," I said.

"Ohhhh…" Cup Cake's eyes closed and I could see tension melting out of her. "You don't have to."

I could have feasted on her, devoured the adoration that was pouring off Cup Cake, but I'd already fed from her, and Feather had been explicit with his rules. So I gave Cup the best treatment I could and massaged her down, then rinsed her fur, washed it, then rinsed it again. I spent what felt like an hour brushing out her lovely tail and mane, and only when she was completely dry did I offer her a hoof to help her out of the tub.

"You could make a lot of bits doing this," Cup Cake said.

I just shrugged my shoulders. Bits weren't all that important when I was a farmer, and they weren't important to me now.

Looking over Cup Cake now it was almost impossible to see the dominatrix that had trained me to her service the previous night. Ponies were sometimes so much more complicated than a first glance would reveal.

"Having a young stallion look at me with that kind of hunger in his eyes is almost as good as the pampering." Cup reached out and ran her hoof under my chin. "What are you doing tonight?"

And there was the rub. I wasn't full—my gem wasn't charged completely—which meant I needed to hunt again tonight. "Finding somepony and making their dreams come true."

"It's like that? One night only?" Disappointment was clear in Cup Cake's voice.

The truth was I'd love nothing more than to meet all her desires for our time in Ponyville, but the kind of predator I was would not allow that. I needed food. "Give me two days and I'll come back and be your little toy for a night."

Cup's eyes brightened and she smiled. "Not just mine. Sometimes Carrot likes to take charge."

"I noticed. He can play too. Could I bring a friend?" My words elicited a surprised gasp from Cup. "Is that a yes or a no?"

"Yes, but…" Cup Cake trailed off, and if she were a younger mare I would have imagined her hoof would be getting nibbled at nervously.

"But what?" I asked.

"We've both talked about bottoming. Having the tables turned during our little games and having everything taken from us." Cup bit her lower lip nervously.

"If one of my brothers wants to play, I am sure we can arrange something. If not, I could forgo my submissive desires for one night." I nuzzled at Cup's ear, then bit it just enough that she knew I had some sharp teeth.

Cup Cake shivered, and the monster inside me shook with excitement. I held her ear a little longer, then released it slowly. "You better believe I'll be back to claim you and your stallion."

The shudder that ran down Cup's back reassured me that she was definitely into what I was putting out. She shook her head as if to clear the effect I'd just had on her. "Y-Yes. O-O-Of course. Would you like some brunch, Sure?"

"Only if I can take enough for my brothers." I followed her downstairs to the kitchen of Sugarcube Corner.

The smell of baking goods assaulted my nose. To one side, Pinkie Pie was applying icing to a batch of cupcakes, while a unicorn mare worked on lifting another tray free from the oven with her magic.

The unicorn turned around when Cup's hooves made some noise on the floor, and her face lit up. "Mom! Wow, you look great!"

Cup Cake's eyes drifted to me. "Oh, indeed! Sure Beat here offered to give me a home spa treatment in payment for some things. What were you after again, Sure?"

She was smooth as silk, but then I was sure Cup wouldn't want to tell her daughter she'd just had sex with a stallion other than her husband, and propositioned more. "Oh! Uh, there's five of us. Just something sweet would be great."

"You should charge bits for it. We have a spa in town, but there's the problem of setting aside time for it, and going down there. Pampering is nice, but convenience should be worth more than a few cupcakes," Cup's daughter said.

"Really," I said. "It's fine. I enjoy the work, and I just like to see ponies happy."

"Maybe I should have a treatment too? Maybe that will perk me up?"

Cup Cake looked like she was about to explode. "Pumpkin, dear, Sure Beat is probably far too busy to—"

Pumpkin Cake. I'd been in Ponyville when she and her brother Pound Cake were born. They'd been tiny foals even when I'd last seen Ponyville, but now. The beast within stirred—hungry. I looked at Cup to gauge her feelings, and while she looked shocked, I could probably have gotten away with offering Pumpkin my treatment, but that would probably have been the end of my chances with the older mare.

"Maybe another time? I need to go meet up with my brothers and look for some actual work." As I spoke—as the words became clear to Cup—I could see utter relief on the mother's face.

"If you need work," the voice was unmistakable—Pinkie Pie, "You could always see my friends. Rarity was saying just the other day that,"—Pinkie somehow managed to reshape her mane and tail into an exact copy of Rarity's—"I need a model for some outfits. Can't any of you spare some time?"

I watched Pinkie's mane and tail pop back into shape a moment later. "Wh-Where would I find her?" She was probably the most dangerous pony to interact with in all of Equestria, excluding the princesses. Pinkie Pie's feats of intuition were legendary, but from what I knew of her she only really intervened if something bad was going to happen. For the meal Cup had given me, for what we'd done, I certainly wouldn't have called it bad.

Pinkie Pie blinked in surprise, then narrowed her eyes. "I'm pretty sure you know where Carousel Boutique is." She brightened a moment later and propelled something pink toward me at great speed.

I was doomed. Nothing could move faster than Pinkie Pie when she was in the zone, and just as I tried to shout in panic, a wonderful, rich flavor hit my tongue.

"You looked hungry. How's that?" Pinkie Pie asked.

Chewing the apple and cinnamon cupcake with a zesty strawberry icing, I almost melted onto the floor. There was cooking, and then there was Pinkie Pie's cooking. "Itff wodefuf," I said. And, of course, it was.

"Here you go, dear. There's two cupcakes for each of you, and some apple strudel to share as well. Just remember what we talked about, alright?" Cup seemed in a rush, and her expression spoke of a desire to have me out of the kitchen before I changed my mind.

I wasn't exactly opposed to Pumpkin Cake, she definitely looked like she knew her way around, but I was in Cup Cake's home, and that still mattered to me. "Absolutely, ma'am!" Tucking a bag of treats under each wing, I headed out the door leading to the shop floor.

The smell of cooking was replaced with the smell of cooked. I smiled at Carrot Cake behind the counter, and got a big smile and a wave back.

"Why, hello there."

For a moment I had to wonder if Pinkie Pie had tipped the scales of fate for this moment. I turned from making eyes at Carrot to look at Rarity. She wasn't just a beautiful mare, she was desirable. I found myself almost salivating at her mane and tail, and her pristine fur was the mark of somepony who spent serious time every day and every moment to ensure it remained so. "Hi!"

"I don't suppose you are free right now? It's just you're the perfect build for me to test something out on. I have this dress, and it would suit you just—" Rarity shook her head. "Oh dear. Whatever got into me? My name's Rarity."

I took the offered hoof and kissed the top of it with every sign that I knew what I was doing. "Sure Beat, ma'am. One of your friends said you were looking for a pony to do some work for you?"

Perfectly defined and full lashes fluttered in surprise at my statement. "Oh? Which darling pony pointed you my way?" Rarity asked.

"Pinkie Pie, actually. If you'll give me a chance to take these goodies to my brothers, I'll come and visit you when I'm done?" It was hard for me to keep my tone even. Rarity made eyes at me or I wasn't a siren. She looked as hungry as I felt, and I had a good idea that although dressing up would be involved, her job would involve more than just clothing.

"Oh. That will be perfect. I won't be long here, and then I'm heading back to my boutique. You know where it is?" More fluttering eyelashes from Rarity and I would be following her around like a lost puppy. When I nodded, I got an amazing smile from her. "Perfect, darling. I'll see you then."

In a daze, I turned for the door again and this time managed to get outside. The fresh air that filled my lungs had me buzzing with excitement. With hooves that felt as light as feathers, I trotted back to the wagon to find my brothers.

The wagon had been moved since I'd parked it, and I had to reach out with my siren senses to find my brothers. I was connected to Feather Bangs, Stereo Mix, Glamour Trot, and Smooth Vibes most firmly in a bond that defied distance. I smiled at the feel of them close by.

Trotting, I spotted the wagon on the edge of town as I got closer, and made a bee-line for it.

"Well, look who comes home after spending the night making so much noise none of us could sleep," Smooth Vibes said from where he lay beside the wagon. He was at full stretch, and there was a mare carefully brushing his mane. "Not that sleeping was going to happen last night, right Scootaloo?"

The coloring of the mare sank in. I stared at the friend of my little sister. Scootaloo was truly a mare now, without a hint of the attributes that had made her a filly when I was living in Ponyville. Her wings were sleek and folded at her side, and she made a happy laugh at Smooth's joke that made sure that I knew who he'd been not sleeping with. That her tail was arched a little more than a normal mare would gave it away. "Yeah. You want some more fun tonight?"

Smooth looked up at me with knowing eyes. "What about it, Sure Beat? Want to help me take this mare for round two?"

"I'm hungry and taken." I closed the distance and reached under one wing with a hoof. "But if you're hungry, and can appreciate something tangible, I brought brunch with me." I passed a cupcake to Smooth and one to Scootaloo.

Scootaloo looked me up and down, her eyes fixing on my wings. "You get these from Sugarcube Corner?" At my nod, she took a bite from hers. "Mmm. Pinkie Pie specials. You can't beat them in all Equestria. You wanna fuck?"

The question almost stole my breath away. I turned to look at Smooth for an answer.

"Glamour had some fun with her. We're not allowed to let her out of our sight until it's worn off. The usual," Smooth Vibes said. "I have fed already." The significance of Smooth's words was clear—Scootaloo wasn't to be fed from.

Not particularly in the mood for sex for sex's sake—I was still hungry—I shook my head. "Sorry. Already got a date lined up."

"Ooooh. Who're you banging?" Scootaloo asked while her hoof began working the brush through Smooth's mane again.

"A gentlecolt doesn't say. Can you two make sure the others get these? I have a mare to see to." I turned, leaving Scootaloo to whatever fate she'd already walked into, and set out in search of Carousel Boutique.

Walking aimlessly toward the center of town, I ran into Rarity's home/workplace more by coincidence than according to plan. Each step I'd taken made me think more about what we were doing. Scootaloo definitely wasn't going to be harmed by Smooth or Glamour's attentions, but by Smooth's admission Glamour had lowered her inhibitions.

Even knowing that my brothers wouldn't have acted on anything she didn't want them to do didn't make me feel better about it.

"Fancy meeting you here," Rarity said. Standing at the front door of her shop, casting me an appraising look, she raised a single perfect eyebrow. "Is something the matter?"

I sighed. "Life's complicated."

"Well, of course it is. Come inside and let it be uncomplicated for just a bit." Rarity's words sounded like an offer of great proportions. Not for the first time was I surprised at how readily ponies would accept me. Shouldn't self preservation stop this?

The hunger gnawing away at my insides made me follow her inside. Rarity's shop was amazing. Dresses were everywhere, paraded by ponequins, and covered every color of the rainbow (sometimes all on one dress).

"I met somepony I knew when they were—well—much younger. They were involved with a friend." The words spilled out. I couldn't stop them and, when Rarity turned to look at me, I felt like I'd spill everything. I'm a siren, Rarity. I'm a monster that feeds on pony emotions and plays them like a cat with a mouse.

"I have a little sister, Sure Beat, who found herself a stallion several times that I wouldn't want her spending time with. No matter what I did, all I could think of was the little filly I'd helped Mom and Dad raise. She's a professor at Princess Celestia's school in Canterlot. She's married, and she has a foal on the way." As Rarity spoke, I knew who she was talking about—Sweetie Belle. "And you know, when I look at her, I see my little sister as a filly still."

The revelation about another of Apple Bloom's friends was startling. They weren't just grown mares, they were starting families. "What do you do?"

"Smile. Congratulate her. Suck it up and be her big sister and her friend." Rarity walked toward me with a tape measure and intent in her eyes. "Let me have a proper look at you."

I spread my wings when she asked, I lifted my legs when commanded, and all through the experience I was measured and quantified. For the briefest moment I pondered revealing my full self to her just to see what she'd say.

"You're absolutely perfect to model this." Rarity stepped back and gestured to a curtain her magic was slowly drawing back. "Which is perfect, because I need somepony to show me how their legs move in it."

A wedding dress. It was pure white (a bit of a stretch considering my lifestyle) and all kinds of flowing and billowing fabric. My days of cross-dressing as an earth pony might have been long behind me, but I still had that itch to look pretty. "It's beautiful."

The process of dressing in such an outfit wasn't fast. Even with Rarity's magic assisting, it took nearly half an hour to get the skirts, the dress, the veil, and the special wing supports on. Rarity had done one thing intentionally, I'd noticed, she'd kept me from looking in a mirror.

"Now, darling, please walk for me," Rarity said.

The command was one I'd gladly follow. Lifting a forehoof, I took a step, then another, and my body followed the motion. The dress tugged at my waist, sat heavy on my hips, and when she guided me past a mirror I froze at the mare looking back. "It's amazing."

"I know, darling. Please keep moving, you'll have time to admire it more in a moment."

She had me walk, trot, and even build into a slow canter. The dress moved like it was made just for me. Each step was accompanied by the soft whisper of the fabric, and I was so taken by it that I didn't even recognize what Rarity was doing until the flash went off.

I faltered in my canter and dropped to a walk.

"Keep going, dear. I want more shots. Back down to a trot."

I bobbed my head and built my gait back to a trot. The camera flashed over and over, and without realizing it I was posing for the shots. I could have fed on Rarity right then. I could have drained her of the adoration of me in the dress, showing myself off for her, and I would have been content.

This was Rarity, however. Rarity was not a mare you skip if she has already extended a proposition.

Author's Notes:

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