I woke up with a start. My belly grumbled at me, reminding me that Feather Bangs had worked magic that had used up my reserves. Shifting on the bench where my tail and mane had been washed (and where I had washed Bath's mane), I slid to the side and dropped to my hooves.

Something was different. My brain processed what I could see, what I could feel, and what I could smell. It was definitely a sight thing. I looked at the bench, and realized it came further up my body than when I had climbed on it.

A glance under the bench showed me it had no adjustment, and was bolted to the wooden floor. I straightened up and looked at it again. When I had climbed up on the bench, it was below my belly, but now I would have to jump a little—as Bath Salts had—to get on it.

The accuracy of my memory when it came to Feather Bangs touching me was unusually sharp. I remembered everywhere he stroked and worked, and I realized what he had done: I was half a hoof-width shorter, and when I checked with my hooves, a fraction thinner.

My breathing sped up, I reached up to my face, but my head hadn't changed—he hadn't massaged my face, after all.

I moved quickly to the door. As I walked, I felt my tail brush the backs of my legs, and my mane drape over one shoulder. Excitement replaced the shock of my body being different, and I almost damaged another of Miss Salts' doors getting out of the room.

"There you are, brother. Come on, it's almost time to feed." Glamour Trot, his face in a bright smile, pointed a hoof along the hallway toward the front of the bathhouse. "Tonight is a special night. Feather wants us all plump and fat little fishes, so we are hunting prey each, and then hunting again."

The look in Glamour's eyes told me that a double hunt was not a small event. He practically glowed with excitement. "I heard you have some fins growing in?" His hoof moved as quickly as his mouth, not giving me a chance to reply or react before he stroked my jaw. "Your fins are adorable."

I was aware of how much shorter I was, again: Glamour Trot should have been three hooves shorter than me, but now that gap had been reduced to two. My memory brought back how big he was in the water, and I realized appearances were always going to be deceiving.

"D-Do I have to find another pony to—" I bit down on my words, cutting them off short. My worry was doused by a kiss on the cheek from Glamour Trot.

"No, little fish, I have us a treat. Two couples in town who are already playing fun little games, and tonight they will play games with us. You only get the stallions,"—Glamour's voice gained an edge of harshness, betraying him for the predator he was—"their mares are mine."

"You prefer mares?" My question seemed to break Glamour Trot's mood into a lighter one; he laughed. "What?"

Glamour's eyes danced. "I have no preference, mostly, but taking a mare in front of their stallion fires my blood in a way that nothing else can. Don't get me wrong, little fish, I adore playing with you and our brothers, but when a stallion watches me claim his mare is what drives me."

"S-So what I did last night… where the stallion begged me to claim his wife…" I barely got the words out before Glamour licked my cheek.

"Those ponies." Glamour shuddered and licked me again. "When we return here next, we will have a lot of fun with those ponies, together. For now, tell me what you did."

I recounted events as we walked. I explained how Stereo Mix handled the stallion, while I took his mare. It helped me put things in order. I recalled the joy on the mare's face when she realized my plan, and the desire on the stallion's. They really had wanted what we had done with every fiber of their beings.

When I got to the part of finishing on the mare, instead of in her, Glamour was pressed to my side, walking so closely that I could feel his warmth from shoulder to hip. "You're a natural, you know that?" Glamour pressed his cheek to mine, and I could feel the fins hidden in my fur tug against him. "For one: no chance of pregnancy. And secondly: that stallion would have been rutting his wife all night smelling another stallion."

The scent of arousal wafted to me, and I realized that my story had Glamour Trot more than a little horny. Pride and curiosity welled up. "These ponies; you have been with them before?"

"Yes and no. I know only one of them. He was a fun little meal all on his own, but when I saw him last night, he invited me to come play with his wife and friends. He is a dainty flower, McIntosh. I can tell you that he is a very upstanding pony, and you will have to work a lot of tricks to bend him to your desires, but he will enjoy every moment of it. He loves being degraded, being reduced to much less than he is." The description Glamour Trot gave surprised me.

"S-so? What should I do?" I was confused and a little unsure.

Glamour Trot laughed. "Little fish, you have none of the magic we do yet, so use what you have. How would you break a stallion down to the status of a pet?"

I racked my brain. "M-make him feel like a pet by treating him like one. I-Ignore anything he says as if they were animal sounds. Dress him with animal equipment." Once I started down the path of those thoughts, I didn't stop. I imagined all the ways to treat a pony as just another animal. Animals were cared for, of course, but they weren't ponies. "Ah think Ah can handle it."

Part of me screamed that this was a pony I planned to do these things to, that they weren't right. But there was a simple way I could make them right: talking to the pony first. What if I could go one step further. "Stereo Mix said he could tell what a pony felt, what they wanted. Could I do that?"

"Once you have your gem, and once you learn how to use it. A little fish should learn that trick very early on." Glamour Trot led the way toward town.

I couldn't see the other sirens around, and kept my silence while I thought on everything Glamour had said, as well as what I had planned. In the fading afternoon light the town seemed to be even more busy than the previous night. Ponies walked to and fro, and though there were a few glances our way, none were anything more than casual interest in strangers.

Spotting what I was after, I suddenly realized I had no bits for what I needed. "Uh, Glamour? Can I borrow some bits?"

"A little fish in need of some coral?" The way Glamour said it, the words didn't sound anywhere nearly as silly as they should. "Of course. Of course." His horn flared, and a small bag appeared, hovering in his telekinetic field.

I reached up and took the little bag, and turned to walk into the single pet store of the town. The smell of animals hit me like an old friend. Their were some puppies in a pen near the front door, birds in bright cages, and even more exotic things like tortoises and a big lizard.

Every farmers' enemy was sitting in one particular cage. The only real argument I had ever had with Fluttershy, and what had resulted in us drifting apart, was a discussion about rabbits. Unlike vampire fruit bats (what my sister had a wasp in her tail about), rabbits wouldn't be reasoned with. If you made sure to give them something to eat, next year there would just be a lot more rabbits.

"Ahem." I cleared my throat; the pony behind the counter lifted his head up and smiled. "Ah'm after some things for muh dog."

"Certainly, sir. Big dog, little dog, something in-between? I've got what you need!" The shopkeep had that glued-on smile a lot of ponies got when they worked selling things to get by a little longer than they intended to.

I nodded to him. "Big dog. Collar, leash, and a muzzle." The last item drew a raised eyebrow. Muzzling a dog wasn't a common thing in Equestria, most ponies raised their pets well enough that they didn't bite. "I don't know why we keep him. Young timber wolf. Such a hoofful."

Both the shopkeeper's eyebrows were raised now. "Quite the pet, indeed. You'll need a strong collar and leash for them, and a big muzzle." He accepted my nods as due course. "I've got just the thing." The stallion disappeared into the back room of the shop, and just as I was wondering if I should call out for him, he poked his head back out.

The hefty collar and thick leash were exactly what I would use to control a timber wolf (if I were stupid enough to keep one as a pet), and the muzzle had multiple buckle points, and even had straps that fastened it to the collar. My lips spread, and I pictured a pony under my control, and happy to be there.

Reining in my daydream, lest the natural result of such show up, I lifted my bag of bits and looked inside.

On the farm, and dealing with sales of large amounts of goods, I was used to seeing one, two, and five-bit coins. Ten-bit coins were rare, but two of them would get you a small barrel of apples. One-hundred-bit coins, like what most of those in the bag were, just didn't make sense. I had to fish around the big ones, finding a few tens. "How much?"

"Can't say as it's common gear, but it's been weighing down the shelf back there too long. Ten bits." I had a feeling it wasn't worth that, but then I wasn't really going to be getting anything like it at this hour. He smiled when I nodded to him.

Reaching into the bag, I grabbed up a ten bit coin and passed it over. Not waiting for any further conversation, I grabbed up the items and turned. My hooves should have made a heavy clomping sound as I beat my retreat, but even that seemed lessened. I wasn't just shorter, I was lighter, too.

"Did you get what you…?" Glamour's question trailed off as he saw what I carried. "Little fish, you have just the thing to make this night perfect. But tell me, did you spend all the money?"

I laughed and tossed the bag of coins back. Glamour's magic grabbed the bag mid-air, and it vanished with a pop. "If he wants to be treated like an animal, Ah'll do just that."

Glamour Trot, as per his namesake, made his way along another street without a word. There was something about the way he moved—not the prancing trot—that brought up my hunger. I felt like the timber wolf I had lied about to get the muzzle.

When Glamour reached a particular house, he turned onto the lavish garden path. Small, perfectly trimmed hedges flanked us as we walked to the front door, and I couldn't help but notice the stone statues and bird bath scattered around. Glamour Trot knocked lightly on the door.

A young stallion—a pegasus with an orange coat and sea-green mane—opened the door. "You're Cold's friend?" When Glamour nodded to the stallion, he turned his attention on me. "And this must be your plus-one?"

Glamour Trot stepped forward, predatory, encroaching not only on the open door, but also the stallion's personal space. "Tonight you will call him master." And with that, Glamour pushed past the stallion as if he weren't there.

The unnamed pony looked at me, and I saw him breathing sharply, his throat bobbing up and down. His ears were tucked back, and he looked at me with panic. "W-W-What?"

I might be smaller than I was, but I still stood taller than most stallions; I used my size. Stepping up to the pegasus, I shoved against him so that my mouth was at his ear. Normally, a pony would back off, or run screaming. "Tell me you don't want this, right now, and I walk away." My voice came out a lot steadier than I thought it ever could in this situation.

Something inside me eased at giving him this choice, in simply asking. The predator that had taken the mare the previous night, and used her for pleasure, paced behind the gate I had built for him—for me.

"I want this. You're so…" He leaned against my chest and inhaled. I had no idea what he was smelling, but he shivered and started nuzzling my fur.

"Then show me where Cold is, I believe I have some work ahead of me. You will be obedient." I didn't make the words a question and I saw a happy shudder run down the stallion's back, then up again—it even shook at his wings.

"Y-Yes, Master." His tail wagged, and the stallion stepped back and looked up at me adoringly.

The beast inside me glided to the fore. I was hungry, and this stallion was only the start of tonight's feast. I took a bite, just one, and felt ten times bigger. "Show me to him. If he tries to run, you are not to intercede until I say so." And like that the unnamed stallion became my hound.

Inside, the house was even more opulent than the exterior suggested—and it had suggested a lot. Fancy rooms I had no name for, little couches I knew Miss Rarity would have loved, and even the most fancy of rugs meant nothing.

"He's in here, Master!"

My head, distracted looking at the shiny things I passed, snapped toward my pet's call. He was standing in a doorway, one forehoof raised and pointing. I made my way toward the door, and lifted a hoof to ruffle the stallion's mane—like a dog's—as I entered. "Good boy."

Inside, Glamour Trot way stretched out on a couch, and two mares were cuddled up with him, one whispering into his ear. Across the room "Cold" stood, glaring at Glamour with every hint of anger in his eyes. He was a well-to-do earth pony, and had the air of disdain that I knew meant he had a lot of bits.

I licked my lips. "Well, well. What breed do we have here?" I ignored Glamour Trot, but was sure I felt his eyes tracing my every move. "Not a bad pup. I wonder what he's like when given proper training?"

It was a role—a play. It all came into focus for me. We were actors in the lives of these ponies. We would put on a performance, we would invite them to join in, and we would craft a single night of entertainment for them.

All that remained, then, was to learn my role. For just a moment Cold's eyes darted to me from where his wife was nuzzling at Glamour's jawline; I saw hunger, desire, but both were quickly covered by a veneer of disdain.

I felt a sense of longing from him. Focusing for a moment, I covered my actions by glancing over every inch of him: he was powerfully built despite what had obviously been a rich upbringing. The house we were in was like what some of Twilight's books would have called "old bits," generation after generation of rich ponies.

As I walked closer to him, I employed every sense I had. He smelled of vanilla—a strong scent to cover his stallion-scent—and I watched him unconsciously lick his lips (a sign he had smelled my own musk. But it was that new sensation that I relied on the most. Cold's aura was swirling, there was a little adoration there, but there was a lot of desire wrapped around it. To gain my food, I would need to turn that desire into adoration.

"Not a bad looking specimen." I turned to the Dog-Stallion who had led me in. He looked inordinately happy still. I rubbed on of his ears. "Maybe I could fit him up in a harness, or maybe use my magic to rob him of every unique thought in his head." As I spoke, I studied Cold's eyes, searching them for a spark of interest.

"I—I don't know who let you two in. This is preposterous!" Cold looked around with an air of superiority. "I'm calling the Royal Guard!" And with his performance, he turned and started stomping for the front door.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. I counted slowly, and when I was done, I lifted my hoof from Dog-Stallion's withers. "Fetch."

Pegasi were built for speed. Dog-Stallion used his wings and hooves to shoot after Cold as fast as he could. I trotted after the pair, and pulled the first item of the kit I had picked up with Glamour's bits.

"What's the meaning of this, Southers? Get off me!" Cold was struggling on the floor, wrestling with Dog-Stallion (apparently named Southers, although that was not part of the script I was working on). From the look of them, Cold wasn't fighting with everything he had, and slowed further when I entered the room. "What are you doing here? What have you done to my friend?"

I held up the collar. "A wild beast is a waste. It serves nopony but itself."

Hunger filled Cold's eyes. He stopped struggling, and just stared at the heavy collar. Again he licked his lips, and I realized I had found a tell that didn't need me using siren tricks.

I walked right up to the pair, and leaned down to Cold. "This is your moment. Tell me you don't want any of this, and I leave you be." I watched his eyes narrow to pinpricks. "Just shake your head if you want me to go. I'm sure your friend would love to wear this co—"

He nodded his head vigorously, licked his lips again, and looked up at me. "I-I'm okay with it. Glamour said he would bring a friend and I—I really want this."

I could see that it had cost him his dignity to admit that, and I knew what the play would need. "You told me what you want, what you need. Good boy." I opened the collar and worked the heavy material around Cold's neck.

"He's struggling, Master!"

Cold might have been an earth pony, but my strength was to most earth ponies (except my sister and probably Pinkie Pie) what an earth pony was to a unicorn. I pressed a hoof to Cold's withers, and leaned forward.

My weight bore down on Cold, and I felt him struggle and lose the fight. He sank down to his belly on the floor, and I kept him pinned until he stopped struggling. "You're a bit frisky. Typical wild dog, just wait until you have the leash on, I bet you'll be calm as a puppy." I felt Cold shudder underneath my hoof.

I kept my weight on him with the pinning hoof, and used my other forehoof to work the collar around his neck. Fastening it was a little more tricky, and I had to use my mouth to do it. "Hold on. This won't take long and I'll have you eating out of my hoof."

Gripping the collar with the hoof that had kept him pinned down, I lifted and jerked forward. Cold tried to pull back, but strong as he was, he couldn't match my might, or the toughness of the collar. I dragged him to the room adjoining the one where Glamour was, by the sounds that met my ears, enjoying himself with one of the two stallions' mares.

I flung Cold across the smooth floor, watched him struggle to regain his footing. "Pup?" Dog-Stallion was immediately at my side. "Go next door and ask Glamour if you can help him with anything. Make sure to take note who he is rutting, and tell us when you return."

Dog-Stallion's eyes widened, and I think he noticed the sounds coming from the next room for the first time. He nodded to me. "Yes, Master!"

I rounded on Cold, and could see him looking at the door Dog-Stallion was leaving through. "Heliotrope…"

"Your bitch?" I asked Cold, and he gave me a nod. "Sounds like Glamour is serving her well. I'm sure she'll have a fine litter of his."

"She… She loves me…?"

I froze. The play was breaking with its lead actor uncertain. "You want to go and check?" My voice held none of the command or confidence it did when playing my role. At his nod I turned and walked slowly toward the door.

Upon reaching the door, however, I realized Cold hadn't come with me. "Come." The command was back. The word worked, Cold drew closer. We both looked through the door together. One of the mares had an odd rubber contraption strapped underneath her, and was servicing the other, while Glamour watched with every hint of ecstasy in his features.

I had to cling to the play, or Cold's situation would make continuing untenable. "That your bitch on top?"

"Yes." Cold's voice had lost the fear. He was watching his wife bucking what was likely Dog-Stallion's wife, while Dog-Stallion was licking at Glamour's balls. "I thought she was—"

"Your wife takes care of your needs normally?" At my question, Cold nodded mutely. "What makes you think Glamour wouldn't recognize the dominance in her, and let her be free with it?"

Cold's head and shoulders leaned against my side, and I heard a soft sigh leave his throat. "She's quite a mare." His tone held reverence.

"And you're quite the pup." At my words, Cold's head shot up to look at me. "Are you going to keep fighting me?" I watched the smile on Cold's lips grow until he bared his teeth and started to turn.

I reached out with the heavy leash and latched it to the collar. "No! Bad dog!"

Cold got a full pony-length away before the leash pulled him up short.

My muscles strained against the sharp pull, but I held tight to the leash. "Are you going to learn to behave, or will I have to find a dog to put over you?" I watched Cold's head snap around. "It's the best way to take all the fire out of a dog, get them mounted, whimpering, and they will soon realize it's for their own good to be respectful."

Pulling the leash in, I dragged Cold closer to me; I kept my eyes locked on his all the way. "Stomp your forehoof three times."

Cold stared at me in confusion.

In answer to his unasked question, I produced the muzzle. His eyes widened as I produced it, and he tried to pull away again. I braced a hoof on his back again, and forced his forequarters to the floor. He didn't say a single word to get me to stop, and in no time I pushed the muzzle over his face.

"This was made to keep a timber wolf restrained, I don't think it will be a problem for a pup like you. Like I said, stomp three times if you want out." I watched dawning comprehension fill his eyes. When he nodded to me, I knew he understood what the gesture would mean.

I turned for the door leading to the next room, and pulled on Cold's leash. "Hunt's-mistress! I have another pup for you to train!"

Dragging Cold into the room, I had all eyes turn to me. All except the mare Cold's wife had been mounting: she was flopped on her belly, staring ahead with a happy look on her face. I locked eyes with Cold's wife, and saw a queen there. She was a unicorn built long-legged and haughty, but the way she looked at Cold was so possessive that just my nearness to him seemed to make her associate me to him as well.

"Ah, the stable-hand. Good boy. Bring the new stock over here." She was quick to take the lead, and gestured to the floor in front of her. Her eyes narrowed on Cold. "He give you some trouble? That tack doesn't look like it's made for good dogs."

"A biter, ma'am. And he tried to get away the moment I had him. If you want my recommendation, he should be put under another dog. That'll take the fight right out of him." As I spoke, I watched her eyes dance with delight—she was enjoying this a lot.

I looked at Cold, and was honestly amazed at the change. He was standing proud, and even took a few steps forward.

"Seems a spirited sort. I'd saddle up this bitch here and have her ride him, but I don't know as she has the oats for it." She gestured at Dog-Stallion's wife, who was still sprawled on the floor. "Or am I wrong? Little bitch, are you up to play?" She had leaned down to the fallen mare's ear, and whispered something to her.

Dog-Stallion's wife lifted her head and looked at Cold. Her eyes widened as she looked at him; then they whispered some more. The mare lifted herself slowly to her hooves, while the Hunt's-Mistress unfastened the toy and attached it under the wobbly mare.

"Teach this pup what-for, Trainer, while I test out our new stable-colt." Hunt's-Mistress turned to face me full on, and her eyes looked like she was assessing me to eat.

"Th-Thank you for the instructions on p-proper mounting techniques, H-Hunt's-Mistress." Trainer walked toward Cold, and I watched him stare at his wife as Trainer climbed up on his back.

I saw a glow come from Hunt's-Mistress' horn, and I heard Cold gasp. Hunt's-Mistress chuckled. "One day, Trainer, we'll have you judging your angle right." Her attention rounded to me. "On your back, Stable-Hoof."

There was a brief moment as I tried to get my head around the switch in roles. I glanced at Trainer, and her efforts on Cold, and she had his leash firmly in her grip, and was pulling him back into each of her thrusts. She had shifted roles, so I could too.

"Yes ma'am." I rolled onto my back—as unnatural as it felt—and looked up at Hunt's-Mistress. "His safety is three hoof stomps." I kept my words low, and noticed the slightest of nods from Hunt's-Mistress.

Rather than carry out her plan right away, she stepped over to Trainer, and whispered something to her. Knowing they had shared his safety motion made me relax a little, until Hunt's-Mistress straddled me.

"You've a good hoof with the pups, but you can't just deal with them all day." Hunt's-Mistress adjusted her position, and rubbed her soft belly-fur along my already hardening shaft. She turned her head enough to see that Cold was watching us, and her smile became predatory. "Come on, then, to attention. A Stable-Hoof shouldn't keep the Hunt's-Mistress waiting."

The scene suddenly demanded I be ready and hard, and my body was nothing if not accommodating. As she drew her body forward, I saw a big smile light up her face. She stood up a little, and I realized she was doing so to let her husband see my shaft. The Hunt's-Mistress leaned forward, and then speared backwards.

I grit my teeth to hold back my grunt, but it shoved past them anyway. She hadn't taken it slow, or sensual, but had taken almost all of my shaft on her first thrust. I looked up at her, and saw her face as a mask of concentration.

One of Hunt's-Mistress' back legs lifted, and pressed down on my gaskin. I knew what she was about; she had made it impossible for me to buck upwards against her. Her actions spoke of taking this position several times before, and it was obvious (to me at least) that she wanted me to test her control.

I bucked upward, trying to slam the last of my shaft into Hunt's-Mistress, but my angle (pushing up) was at a great disadvantage to her angle (pushing down, with her weight behind her), and the little I managed to move lifted her whole back-end. I gave a whine, and saw her smile broaden.

"You see, my Stable-Hoof, a Hunt's-Mistress must always be in control." She glared down at me, daring me to try again—so I did. Again she kept my body pinned down. "Keep trying all you want."

The third time I tried, a sharp strike to my flank stole all my focus. I looked down side and saw a crop—held in Hunt's-Mistress' magic grip—hovering beside me.

"A quick learner. I like that." And with that, she began to press down further herself.

As her body closed around more of me, I couldn't hold back my desire, and when I tried to hump upward, I got another sharp sting on my flank. A fire lit inside me, and I started to really struggle. I tried to pull out from under her, and her simple expedient of leverage kept me from getting away each time. For the first time in my life I had been outmatched by a regular pony.

Leaning forward, her muzzle came down and kissed my chest. "Tell me Saddle, and this stops."

I blinked a few times, trying to understand what she meant until it clicked: she had given me a safety. She wanted me to fight, struggle, and be defeated by her. With a little focus, I turned my attention to her aura and saw adoration growing more dominant. Snarling, I tried to grab her and buck upward, but she deflected my grip over and over.

"You see, Sir Trot, even the strongest earth pony stallion is no stronger than a colt, when under my control." Though her words were to Glamour, I couldn't help but imagine myself as a smaller stallion, weak and at the mercy of another.

I doubt she realized how much of an effect those words, or the concept, had on me. She began to slowly rock, picking her own pace, ensuring she was in full control of the situation, and I kept trying to fight, struggle, and prove how much in her power I was.

Her movements were too slow for my lust's liking, but there was another need inside me, and every strike of her crop and shove of her body raised my hunger as much as my need. She loved what I was doing, how I made her feel. I could see her aura plainly: she adored it.

Opening my mouth, I clamped down on part of her aura, bit, and then grunted as her crop struck across my nose.

"I don't know what that magic is, colt, but you will not use it until you have satisfied me, is that clear?" Her words were less of an effect than her crop, and I felt its sting twice more on my nose before I finally realized her command.

My needs grew to consume me. I was a beast writhing in hunger, screaming in pleasure. She kept me trapped and in her control all the time, and I could only watch her aura grow all the more glutted with adoration as she did.

At last, finally, she rocked down hard, her rear planting itself firmly against my belly, and she tilted her head back to moan. It was my own signal.

Both of my hungers needed feeding, and the first involved unloading myself into her. My balls were on fire, and that fire translated to lighting boiling through my body and up into hers. A second moan met the heels of the first, and I watched her practically crowing above me.

But she had become distracted from her control.

I shoved upward, pushing her to the side and onto her back. The savageness she had stirred in me took over, and my hips became a blur. As I rutted, fucked, Hunt's-Mistress, I bit at her aura, savaged it. Each bite pulled another moan from her, another squeal of pleasure.

There was no sense of time. I plowed her like I had the fields back home: relentlessly. I guzzled and swallowed her adoration, catching stray bits of her lust with it. I fed my hungers with her, and when it was all done she looked up at me with a hungry look; I couldn't believe she was ready for more.

"A good Stable-Hoof knows when his job is done. Get off me."

Her words did little to distract me from finishing in her again, but her magic was much more sure of her desires. She lifted me into the air, pulling me free of her body, only for her to roll over and prowl across to her husband.

Hunger still filled me. The work Feather had done earlier in the day had used all my reserves, and I still needed more. I looked around, and spotted Glamour leaning over Dog-Stallion. The submissive male was lapping at Glamour Trot's shaft eagerly, worshiping it while Glamour fed off him. That meal was out of the question.

I swung my head around to see what had become of Cold and Trainer, and I saw Hunt's-Mistress planting her hips into Cold's lower belly, as she had done to me. My eyes narrowed on Trainer, a beast spotting prey, and I stalked forward.

She was staring at her husband, watching him mindlessly lapping at Glamour Trot's genitals, but she spotted me when I was close. She looked at me as if I were a monster, but there was no fear.

"You are nothing but a beast. Well-trained, maybe, but look at you. Turn around and give yourself to me." Trainer's eyes were flashing with confidence.

I was hungry, and I wanted to slake both my hungers upon her again, but her aura wasn't right. She was filled to the brim with lust, and some desire for Cold, Hunt's-Mistress, and more for her husband, but there was no adoration for me.

Trainer had already told me what she wanted, but I started picking up on a further need. I turned on her and nipped at her. In reply, she laughed.

"I was right, just a beast. You want me, don't you?" Her words were laced with renewed desire, and when I snapped out again, she rebuffed me with a hoof strike to my nose. Her eyes flashed and widened, and before I knew what she was doing she had climbed on my back.

"I'll tell you a secret," Trainer whispered, from behind my head somewhere. The blunted shove of something under my tail was the first I could remember of the toy Hunt's-Mistress had fitted Trainer with. "I like a wild ride."

The pressure of her slick toy shoving into me, of the sensation of it spreading wide my sphincter and burrowing deep, drew a whining moan from me. Her hips connected with my rump, and she jerked back. I groaned and squirmed under her, and I felt her aura starting to swell around me.

She built a pace unlike any stallion or mare I had been with before; each thrust into my body was a deliberate, timed drive that seemed to only come when I found myself aching for the return of her toy.

Trainer's adoration spilled over me, and I found myself snapping at it as it rained from her. I was trapped in agony, however, as her stuffing of my rear proved not enough to sate my lust. Even as I snapped up the adoration from the air, I started whining for more attention.

"Is the little puppy ready for his fun? You've given me a wonderful ride…" Her voice trailed off, and then I felt her hoof touch my shaft.

I stopped snapping, arched my back, and surrendered to my lust. She pumped me with long, slow strokes, and she pushed me over the edge. The tightness in my rear only served to enhance the pressure behind my shaft. I unloaded onto the floor, while the mare on my back whispered soft, reassuring words to me.

Collapsing under her, I fell into the mess she had coaxed from my body. I heard only happy laughter as she fell down, pulled free of me, and landed on my belly. Looking up at her, I saw what my other hunger needed and started feasting in earnest.

I wasn't even sure when exhaustion took me, but it was combined with satiation and fulfilled pleasure.

Glamour's words were the last I heard before oblivion fully claimed me: "That's my little brother. I'll take you home."

Author's Notes:

Feather Bangs: what do you think of the fact the other sirens were defeated fully, and in part by the effort of a version of big Macintosh's sister too

"Honestly? They entirely deserved it. We might be sea-dwellers, originally, but that doesn't mean you should make waves everywhere you go." Feather Bangs lay on a huge bench, with two mares rubbing down his shining scales. "Ponies and sirens can get along perfectly fine."

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