You are Anon, and you sorta recognize this dream. You walk into the kitchen, and there's your bowl of mac and cheese. Then, yes, light flickers. When you look back, the bowl is gone and you are hungry. You rifle through the fridge, then the cupboards, then the oven. Nothing, same as always. You turn, expecting Mr. Rodgers to make it all better.
No.

It's god damn Wuna eating your bowl of mac and cheese.

"Stop that! It's mine!"

She freezes, a forkfull midway to her mouth. You stride towards her to grab it, but you can't seem to make any progress. She just gets farther and farther away, and keeps eating your damn mac and cheese. You wake up angrier than you have been for a while now. You blearily turn your head, barely making out a number of silhouettes around the bed.

"Now!"

You are engulfed in a brilliant rainbow, its light somehow bearable. In fact, you find yourself calming down. It was just a dream, and in no way is Wuna responsible for the theft of your dream food. Your eyes adjust to the morning light, and you see Purple has brought even more friends, how nice. In fact, you are feeling great after what is no doubt a anti-hangover spell. You gather Starbutt up in a hug, patting her neck fondly for the nice spell she cast.

You are Twilight, and how could it have failed? Sun, moon, love, and friendship. How could seduction magic be stronger than them all? As the Dominus presses you against his firm chest, you feel the magic take hold. Then a light blue aura pries you from his arms.

"Unhoof her, you ruffian!"

Good, yes, good thing Rarity stopped him. Rainbow scowls.

"That's it, plan A is a flop, I'm beating him up."

"Wait, Rainbow, no!"

It's too late. She launches backward into the air, then divebombs the waiting seduction monster. He dodges to the side and snags her by her chest. He spins a half-circle from the transfer of momentum, bringing Dash to rest at his side. Before you can do anything, he ruffles her mane and scratches her ear. You can't tear your eyes away from the pegasus's humiliation.

Applejack charges in soon after, her head lowered for a headbutt that could no doubt crack ribs. The Dominus slides out of the bed and gets into a crouch. Right before Applejack would collide with him, he flips her over his back and snares her in a sheet. Her hat falls to the side and she looks at him with well founded dread. With unholy glee, he scratches her belly and fends off her weakly flailing hooves.

"Oooh, that looks fun!"

Pinkie hops up to him and rubs her face against his shoulder. He immediately turns his attention to her and runs his hands all over her face and down her neck. Applejack and Rainbow make a few desultory moves to get away, but he makes sure to pat them before they do. How cunning, to use embarrassment and arousal to lock multiple ponies in relative immobility. You have to retreat.

With the familiarity of long practice, you lock onto the sparks that are your friends and teleport to a vacant guestroom. Pinkie pouts.

"Aww, it was just getting good!"

Rarity sighs long-sufferingly.

"Pinkie, dear, I fear you misunderstand the mission. We are to stop a seduction monster from taking over Equestria, not submit to an orgy."

Pinkie Pie tilts her head.

"Really?"

You clear your throat.

"Yes really. Now girls, we've determined a frontal assault won't work, nor the Elements of Harmony. Now, we need to come up with a plan, or else he will subdue us one by one. Any ideas, girls?"

Fluttershy doesn't make eye contact with you, and kicks a hoof.

"What is it, Fluttershy?"

She starts at the question, then hides behind her mane.

"Could we, um. Talk to him? Maybe of we ask nicely, he will only use his magic on lonely mares, or something."

...

"Fluttershy, he's a sex monster. You can't reason with things like that, you would just get scratched and rubbed relentlessly and feel his alien physiology prod against you, and..."

Rarity is giving you an odd look.

"Darling, don't take this the wrong way, but have you, ah, imagined what it would be like to be taken by a Dominus, was it? Perhaps late at night, or in the shower?"

Your eyes widen.

"How could you know? Has he affected you too?"

Rarity bites her lip. Oh no, this is going to be bad news.

"Not as such. But let us just say, I recognize the signs. Don't you agree, Applejack?"

For some reason the farmpony blushes.

"Ah'll leave it to you then. Ah'm gonna get mah hat."

Nothing is making sense. Pinkie looks between the two, then starts giggling helplessly. Rainbow Dash frowns.

"What's going on?"

Rarity glances at you apologetically.

"It would seem that Twilight finds the Dominus to be very...exciting. As such, he's almost exactly as dangerous as a large pet dog. Eager, yes, but only as truly dangerous as you let him."

Rainbow sits down.

"Are you saying he's like an animal that's only being friendly when rubbing against you? How do you explain what happened to the princesses?"

Rarity coughs politely.

"Animals also react to the signals you give them. The princesses must have been acting...receptive while he was showing affection."

Fluttershy nodded knowingly.

"You have to have good self-control, if you don't want very special fuzzy friends. I think I will talk to him, he seems like such a nice critter."

With that she trots off.

"Wait, I don't think it's that simple, I mean he didn't even touch me before this morning, and I have been struggling against his influence since yesterday!"

Pinkie Pie giggles.

"That's cause you think his baguette would be super nice in your oven!"

...

Rainbow nods slowly.

"That makes sense, I mean, I still feel nothing and he totally scratched my ear."

Oh no. He's gotten to them too. You dare not bring anypony else into this, he'd just take them over. It's up to you to stop him from ruling Equestria with a soft, delicate claw.

You are Applejack, and you don't like to think about the time when you first got Winona. Things just haven't been the same with Big Mac ever since then. He's your brother, and you love him, but some things a sister just isn't meant to see.

Enough of that, you have a hat to get. The maids are helpful enough with directions, but you don't like the look they give you. Just 'cause a creature rutted the princesses senseless don't mean you are a hankerin' for a try. When you open the door, you see your hat. Unfortunately, the domiwhatsits is wearing it. You walk up to him.

"It'd be real kind of you ifn' you'd give me mah hat."

You are Anon, and oh, you didn't see her there. Give her a what? You shrug.

You are Applejack.

"Mah hat."

He still looks confused. If he weren't so tall, you'd just take it and be done. Well, if words ain't doin' it. You point at the top of your head, then at your hat, then at your chest.

You are Anon, and oh, that's cute, she wants her head scratched. You smile and dig your fingers in her mane, gently scraping her scalp. Her breath hitches. Looks like you hit the right spot. You give her a few more moments of head scratching and then give her a final pat on the head. All the while, her eyes stay half-closed in relief. You are glad you could help.

You are Applejack, and that's not what you meant at all! You swish your tail in frustration and-

Well, you just have to get your hat back. He turns away, satisfied with mussing you up. You've seen that before. Suddenly you ain't feeling so kindly about everything. You get up on your hind legs and give him a nice, firm push. He manages to catch himself on his claws, so you don't feel so bad. You trot over and flip your hat back on your head.

"Pardon, but this belongs to me."

He sits back, watching you warily, but he doesn't look mad. You tip your hat.

"Sorry about the fuss. Have a nice day, Sugarcube."

You are Anon, and clearly, you have just been m'ladied by whatever the magic horse version of a neckbeard is. Warm hue privilege and that cowboy hat. She starts to walk away, and you have to admit that this...cowgirlhorse? has a nice rear. Probably a mayor or a sheriff, if you had to guess at her social status.

"Dat ass."

That's the nice thing about language barriers; you can say inappropriate things and they are none the wiser.

You are Applejack, and what was that? You turn to see him looking at you, biting his lip. No, not at you, but your...

Can't be. You move your rear to the side. His eyes follow, and you see his mighty tree roughly hewn. Well, ain't that flatterin'

...

You move your rear to the other side.

You are Anon, and sometimes, you can be pretty dense. She wasn't just asking for head scratches. Here she is, waving her butt at you. You suppose it's time for her to receive some real warm-hue privilege.

You are Applejack, and you really shouldn't be teasing him like this. Even if it is nice to have somepony a'pining for your hindquarters. You turn back towards the door, and take a few steps. You hear him rise up behind you. Before you know it, he's grabbin' at your rear, makin' you tingle and shiver. You should buck him. Buck him hard.

You are Anon, and damn, but this ass is firm. You can feel the flex of the muscles in her flanks as she shifts under your hands. You can't hold back any longer. You duck under her tail and lick her inner thigh.

You are Applejack, and you were all set to let him have it, and now...

You glance back at the claws still digging into your rump. You think you'll let him have it. Then his tongue reaches your marehood, and you push him down to the ground, sitting on his clever little face.

You are Anon, and it looks like she likes it. You take your time, running your hands up and down her generous thighs. Your tongue slowly traces her flower, rewarded with shudders and increased flow. For some reason, she tastes like some sort of breakfast cereal. Hints of cinnamon. You delve a little deeper, and her thighs clench on your head.

You are Applejack, and-

Oh mercy. You clench your eyes shut as you make a right mess on his face. Even after the flood, you can't help but buck your hips against his face a few more times. You should stop. It ain't fair to take advantage of a simple creature this way. You try to get your hind hooves under you, but he's holding on too tight.

"It's alright, you don't have to do any more."

His only response is to delve deep in your marehood with his tongue.

"Ffffffritters, that's good!"

You collapse onto his belly, your strength stolen by the blinding pleasure of a firm muscle writhing inside you. You feel guilty, feeling this good. You are a bad mare. Something long and hard taps against your cheek. Maybe there is a way to make it up to him.

You are Anon, and you wonder if magic horses are related to fainting goats. There seems to be a lot of muscle failure when certain areas are stimulated. It's kinda cute.

Then your member is engulfed in a warm, wet mouth. You moan into Orange's pussy. At once, she sucks hard on you, and your face is bathed in marecum again.

You are Applejack, and you might just try to get bestiality legalized. Having something make you feel this good shouldn't be illegal. You bob your head up and down his cock, savoring the velvety texture on your tongue. Then the door opens.

"Oh my. Um. Don't mind me."

You let the stallionhood fall out of your mouth.

"H-hi Fluttershy..."

You are Fluttershy, and oh dear, you seem to have walked in on Applejack just when she was making friends with the Dominus. Then your good friend just lets the penis fall out of her mouth. You're sorry, but that's rude.

"H-hi Fluttershy..."

The big guy groans and Applejack's back arches as she does the honeybunny dance.

"Applejack, it's not nice to just drop it, even if you want to talk to somepony. Here, let me show you."

You kiss the tip, then push it past your lips. You make your way down the delightful length, your tongue swirling around it. The big guy moans, and you are so happy you could make him feel nice. Then you look up at Applejack with pretend surprise.

"Mmhmm hm mh hmmm!"

Then you slowly pull back, stroking the available length with the frog of your hoof. Finally, it's completely out of your mouth, and you keep stroking it with your hoof.

"'Oh, hi Applejack. Did you want something?' See? Now he's still happy, and you can talk at whoever is at the door."

Applejack stares at you, her cheeks flushed from friend making.

"Ah reckon ah heard you answer the door like that a fair few times."

You nod happily, glad to finally have somepony to talk to this about.

"Pretty clever, huh?"

You are Applejack,and you are very firmly not thinking about all the animals that have been through that cottage. You know you ought to be disturbed, but it's pretty hard to focus while being pleasured. That might explain what you say next.

"Say, Fluttershy, why don't you take a turn on his thing? Ah'd do it, but ah'm a little stuck right now."

She glances down at the erection under her hoof.

"Are you sure? It looked like you were having fun sucking in it."

You pause as another orgasm wracks your body, and you let out a hoarse cry of pleasure. Once you get your breathing under control, you nod at her.

"Ah'm sure. Don't you want to make friends with him?"

She nods happily.

"Oh yes, that would be wonderful. Well, here I go."

Fluttershy crouches above the critter's crotch, carefully positioning herself.

"Hey there big guy, my name's Fluttershy, and I am very~ happy to meet you."

You can't look away as the cock parts her pussylips and slides up inside her. Fluttershy lets out a delicate little sigh. Then she gets to work, grinding, rocking, and panting. She stares at you with half-lidded, grateful eyes.

"Oh yes, thank you Applejack."

You stare at her open mouth. You are no Rainbow Dash, but Fluttershy is a model. Her slender neck. Her elegant mane. Her soft belly. Her hot breath washing against your face.

"Say, Fluttershy..."

"Yes?"

"Do you want to make friends...with me?"

You know it's impossible.

You're nothing but work calluses and hard muscle. A muddy brute.

"Oh, Applejack. We can build our friendship anytime."

Then a soft pair of lips meets yours, and all your doubts fall away, followed by tears of joy.

You are Anon, and quite frankly, you have no idea what is going on. You were getting a nice blowjob, then there was talking, then an even better blowjob with some hoof action. Then more talking, and you are 95% certain this is not a third, even more incredible blowjob. Then something wet drops onto your belly. Either saliva or tears. Either way, you switch from grasping this ass to stroking her back comfortingly. Your jaw is getting pretty tired, and your erection is getting quite the workout inside the nice horse. As you probe two sets of slippery folds, you reckon that both should give out at about the same time. Not a bad way to spend the morning.

You are Fluttershy, and you feel sorry for poor Applejack. You just know she would be great in bed, but all the stallions in town just want to get under her hat. As you kiss her sweetly, you feel your heart grow warm. You two are going to be the best friends. You are going to get to know her inside and out. So, while you are riding the big guy's cock, your focus is on slipping your tongue past parched lips. Applejack moans into your mouth, shuddering as another orgasm courses through her.

Delicious.

Oh, and the critter is ready too. You break the kiss gently, pecking her lips one last time as an apology.

"It's okay, big guy. Let it all out into momma Fluttershy."

You stroke his stomach softly as he heaves and bucks under you, thrusting as deep as he can. You close your eyes in satisfaction as his seed erupts inside you, spraying again and again and again. Such a nice present.

You are Applejack, and you feel his hold slip from your legs, and you get to your hooves shakily. You feel about as strong and stable as a newborn calf. You stagger a few feet away and lay on your side. Fluttershy elegantly strides over and lays down in front of you, cum leaking from between her legs. How can she be so composed?

"So you've done this before?"

She smiles and nods.

"Fun, wasn't it?"

You have to give her that, you haven't had that many orgasms in a row ever before.

"Ah can hardly believe it happened."

Fluttershy reaches out and strokes your face. You blush at the bold contact.

"You'll find animals can be much more perceptive and persistent than ponies."

What's that supposed to mean?

"When we get back to Ponyville, why don't I introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Raccoon? They have a nice little open marriage, and I think you would really like them."

What did you just get yourself into?

"Fluttershy, Ah wanted to spend more time with you. Ah'm sure they are very nice, but..."

She slides her hoof down your neck, and you take a deep involuntary breath. She smiles gently.

"We can have our own time too, I just thought, since we both share this thing with animals..."

She suddenly seems unsure of herself, and stops stroking you. To be honest, you do wonder what a raccoon would have to offer.

"Ah get it. Part of being friends with somepony is meeting their friends, right?"

Fluttershy nods happily.

"Oh yes! And then afterward, I can lick the cum out of you, and we can take a long, hot bath, and I'm sure you'll love it!"

That does sound nice

"Speaking of licking the cum out..."

You are Anon, and for some reason, the horses are now in lesbians with each other. Rather than being the third wheel, you wrap yourself in a white bed-sheet and stealth your way out of the room.