Dear Diary,

Sigh…

Twilight and I walked down the stairs, passing a few guards as we did. They didn’t seem to pay much attention to us, but I paid close attention to them. Were they Changelings? How could I know? Supposedly Luna could conjure a spell that allowed her to tell the difference, but without magic…

“Is there a way for me to learn magic?” I turned to Twilight, still halfway trapped in my own thoughts. “For someone like me, I mean.”

She looked like she was about to come with an answer instantaneously, but just as her mouth opened she must have realized her lack of information on the topic. Probably not a whole lot about homo sapiens in her previous reading material.

“I’m not sure, if I am to be honest. Normally magic require years of study and, more importantly, a unicorn’s horn.”

“So I’m stuck in this situation without any magic. Well, that is just great.”

“I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

She sounded so sure, I noted. Confident. Yet there was something behind it that made wonder. I couldn’t quite place it, but if one of her friends were not what they appeared to be… If it was with her friends that she had managed to pull through these situations, she had to be a lot more worried than she gave expression for. We walked down the rest of the stairs in silence.

**

“Sooo,” the moment we arrived at the library, Pinkie leaped over to me with expectant eyes. “What did Luna want with you? Hmm? HMM!?”

“She asked me to…” … what was that thing Pinkie had taken so seriously again? Pinkie Promise? Yeah, that should be it… “make a Pinkie Promise that that would stay between her and me. You wouldn’t make me break a Pinkie Promise, would you?”

To that the pink one shook her head, going “mhm” as she did. Above her head my mind formed the name “Pinkie Pie” in big, plain white letters, with a question mark after it. What I wouldn’t give to have the deductive skills of Sherlock Holmes now.

Leaving Pinkie Pie, I followed Twilight as she made her way over to the rest of her friends, Pinkie Pie close in tow. As we passed by the other ones, their names with a question mark popped up as well. Rainbow Dash? Applejack? Rarity? Flut-

“Rarity?” I could have sworn that something had happened in the cellar, when she beat me. Something that had given me a feeling of pity. What was it? It had to be something important, because it wouldn’t let go of my mind. And something traumatic, at the balance of probability, if my mind worked to suppress it. I looked around and found Rarity looking at me.

“Yes? Was there something I could help you with?” she seemed uncertain, with an ever so small blush on her face. I must have said her name out loud. Did she remember what had happened? I only remembered being beaten. Should I ask her?

“I ha- could I ask you something? Privately,” I added the last part as Pinkie put her head on my shoulder with a curious grin. She silently made an “oooh” expression with her face and nodded, pretending to zip her mouth closed. Rarity’s blush had gotten deeper, but she seemed thankful for something. Probably that I didn’t ask about what must have seemed like an obvious topic in front of everyone else. And where did Molly go? I remarked to myself.

“Ye-why, yes, of course,” Rarity let out a nervous laugh and swallowed. “Come, let us just walk away from the others… I’m sure you have a good reason for it to be private… he… he…”

She led me to another wing of the library, where there were a few doors. Private reading rooms, perhaps? Her horn lit up and opened one of them, revealing me to be right. It was a small room with a table and a few chairs, and otherwise empty.

“So, what was this… thing you wanted to ask me about?” once inside Rarity quickly took a seat at the opposite side of the table from me. “I imagine it has something to do with the unfortunate situation regarding my sister. Of which I am very sorry, I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. It was wrong, and I should have taken the time to talk to Sweetie Belle first. That she was in heat changes the situation quite a bit, and I failed as a sister when I failed to notice that she was that day. I admit, I was busy with an order and had little time then to pay attention to the goings on in her daily life. But I promise that I’ll never let my anger and worry take such control over me again. Can you forgive me?”

She gave me a set of big puppy eyes and her lips were slightly pouted. She had done this sort of apologizing before, without a doubt, and it was working. I wanted to do nothing more than to say it was okay and leave it at that.

“I… can,” hesitantly I answered her, but tried to make it clear that I had more to say. “But I still need to ask you about that something.”

“Wait, the – well – dungeon wasn’t why you wanted to talk to me?” I looked like I could have just slapped her across the face, with her blush growing ever deeper and darker. Her puppy eyes were all but gone. “So, I made that apology for nothing?”

“Well, not really,” I shrugged my shoulders. “I still appreciate it.”

“Oh… well, good…”

“No, I need to ask about something that happened when we were in your… dungeon, as you called it. Because my memory is a bit hazy on the subject. Did you drug me?”

“What in the- how dare you suggest such a thing!?” she got to her feet and set her eyes in me, furious.

“Because you used you magic to throw me around your store like a ragdoll, before you tied me up in a sex dungeon and beat me up some more?” Rarity sat down again and stared at the table. She must have gotten the idea. “And more importantly because I remember that something happened that made me pity you when we were down there. Was there ever a third person in the room?”

“Well, I-“ Rarity started to breathe faster, and her eyes seemed to flicker up to a spot above my left shoulder several times. Her right hand moved to her neck and rubbed on a spot, seemingly unconsciously. Turning to my left, I saw nothing. ”No! Of course not! I was… just angry at you… for the thing with my sister…”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!” she answered too quickly, almost cutting me off before I could finish the question. In my memory, Molly had been involved in the deal with Flutter-something, with the incident with Mrs. Cake and maybe more. No, not maybe. I started to become sure that I had seen Molly in Rarity’s dungeo-

“Aah!” I fell backwards, my hands gripped to my head. It felt like someone had set my head on fire and I couldn’t put it out! Rarity seemed to have gone into shock, just watching me with a half-open mouth and distant eyes. Her horn wasn’t lit up, so she couldn’t be the one doing this. Only a few seconds after I let out the scream, Spike busted down the door and stared right down at me, before he yelled for the others. Last thing I remembered before it went black was the sound of running feet.

**

“But you don’t know that he is one of them! And even if he was, he was still in enough pain to pass out. We shouldn’t be so quick to judge him. We still need something to prove he is like them!”

Was it Flutter-something that spoke? Sounded like her. Then again, it could be someone else too.

“I’m with Fluttershy on this. We don’t know that he is one of them. Yet. Rarity, what did you do to him?” I was pretty sure Twilight was speaking. I could be wrong though, the answer sounded remarkably similar in voice.

“I didn’t do anything to him, I swear!”

“Then how did he end up like that?” a somewhat darker voice followed up. Probably Spike’s, being the only other guy- or at least male- around. “You must have done something to him.”

“No, he just started to scream and fell over!”

“Umm… maybe we should wait until he wakes up… so he can tell us… instead of casting blame around…” sweet and “innocent” Flutter-something, clearly. It was like a quiz with no prize, trying to figure out who spoke.

“You guys talking about me? I’m flattered,” I opened my eyes after some effort and hoped to Talos that I managed to come across a little humorous.

“Do you remember what made this happen?” Twilight looked worried, glancing at Rarity. This probably would make Twilight think that it was her that was the Changeling. Me, I wasn’t so sure. I had to discuss Molly with Twilight soon.

“Yes, I do,” the others seemed glad when I told them this. “Remembering did.”

“Um, Sugarcube, what in the hay is that supposed to mean?” Applejack, and everyone else, looked really confused, exchanging glances. Now they’d probably thought I was insane. Well, I probably was, but that was another matter.

“I tried to remember something that happened, then the pain set in. I’m sure I didn’t see Rarity do anything to cause it. Her horn has to light up to use magic, yes?”

“That is right,” Twilight said and nodded. “And hers didn’t light up?”

I shook my head to confirm that she was right. Looking at the girls, I saw that four of them still had the questionmarks. Rarity, however, no longer carried it. Her responses… could Molly be something more than just my imagination? I had to talk to Twilight about this, without the others. And without the others becoming suspicious. If they believed me to be a Changeling, any attempt on my end to be alone with anyone would be suspicious.

Wait, hadn’t Spike been out of town? My eyes turned to him. A questionmark was added to his name. So, five suspects among Twilight’s closest friends, all of whom suspected me of the same thing. And there was one other thing about him…

“Umm… Spike?” I begain. He looked at me, curiously. “How did you get into our room so quickly?”

“Oh… hehe,” even on the purple scales I could have sworn that I saw him blush as the rest of the heads turned to him. “I was… checking the books for information nearby?”

Right, of course he was. It was not like he might have been stalking Rarity when we went to talk alone for some reason or another. Though, if he suspected that I was a Changeling, I should have seen that one coming. By the looks of the faces around me, I wasn’t the only one doubting his given intentions. And looking around, I saw that I was in a bed in what looked like a nursery. Which probably made sense, if I feinted for no apparent reason. Or for any reason.

“Should I leave you guys alone for a moment? I mean, this is probably some internal thing, and I don’t want to intrude,” given that the stares towards Spike started to seem a little vicious in their duration, it might have been better for me to get out of there. Enough headaches without this too.

“No, stay!” Rarity didn’t shout or anything, but the answer came a little too strong and a little too quick. Was someone about to get beat up? If so, my guess was Spike. “I think Spike has somewhere to be, since he needs to be left alone to his thoughts for a while. I never got the chance to answer your questions earlier.”

The scaly guy rubbed the back of his head for just a moment, then he was gone as quickly as Pinkie Pie could appear. The other girls seemed to be uncomfortable too. No wonder. I couldn’t say I liked this idea too much. When Rarity gave them a face that pleaded for them to get out, I started to get really worried. My heart skipped a beat as the door closed behind them.

“So…” I started, no idea how to continue. I had to admit that her frown against Spike had reminded me of something; I had willingly gone into a private room with an established violent and magical girl who probably suspected me of being a Changeling. Or, even better, who was a Changeling. Now I was in the same situation and it occurred to me that this was not a safe place to be.

“Stay still!” Rarity’s horn lit up and I felt something keep me down and force my arms over to the sides of the bed. I didn’t see what she used, but she used something to tie my hands together, with the bond going under the bed. Strangely arousing flashbacks from the ‘dungeon’ came to mind, but I tried to push them away. I was not into being beaten like that.

She came over to the side of the bed and took a firm grip on my jaw, forcing me to look right into her eyes.

“What you said before, about what happened down there… what are you implying?”

“I…” I had a little trouble answering, so she loosened her grip just a bit.

“You asked if I drugged you. Or if there was a third person. Why? WHY!?”

I hoped to Kyne that this room was reasonably soundproof, because she was getting close to screaming. Not yet, but she sure was getting louder with every word.

“Because… because I was sure I saw a third person in the room. I tried to force the memories back when I passed out.”

Rarity let go of me and took several steps backwards, her breath fast and uneven. She looked around for something, paced back and forth, mumbling to herself.

“Alright, if you know about this… then I have every excuse for this…” she came up in my face again, pointing her finger right between my eyes. “Alright, screw Celestia’s plan to let you make a mistake and reveal your plans, Changeling. I’ll force you to show who you are right now, and get the others to agree to do what is necessary to reveal your plan afterwards.”

I swallowed, started to feel sweat form on my face. Best case scenario, the others were listening in on the conversation and would leap to my help. Everything else seemed like it would involve a lot of pain. My breathing started to become uneven as I looked into Rarity’s eyes with a plea.

My mouth fell halfway open. I didn’t see the anger I had just witnessed. She must have had a great deal of self-control. Even knowing she had just been angry with me, I could see no trace of it, either in her face or body language. And when she spoke, her voice was soft and sent chills down my spine.

“Now, I would have preferred to continue where we left off, in my Dungeon, but I don’t have time for that, Changeling. So I’ll appeal to your good senses. Your hunger. You want to feed on me, don’t you?” she leaned in a whispered in my ear, running her hand across my chest. “You’ve got to be hungry by now, only having had Fluttershy since we left Ponyville. And you can get it… it will be so easy… just reach out and… take it… It is literally within the reach of your hand…”

What I actually wanted would be within the reach of my hands, if she hadn’t tied me down, but feeding from her? Now I wish Molly was around, so I could ask if she had the faintest idea of what Rarity was babbling on about. Where the hell had that hallucination gone?

“No? Am I not appealing enough for you, Changeling? You don’t think it is hard to withstand my offer? Still able to think about the risks involved?” Rarity gave me her puppy eyes again. “You shouldn’t worry about that, darling. I am the Element of Generosity. Imagine how strong my love for others must be. Imagine how sweet and innocent such love for others must taste like… all it takes is a little taste… right here, right now…”

Fuck! If Changelings were anything like humans, I would have to be practically chaste to pass this up. Even as weird as this seemed, I couldn’t help that I became more and more aroused. But being unable to do this feeding thing, there was nothing I could do to confirm her suspicions, driving her further down this path.

“Maybe this’ll help…” she pulled down her dress a little, revealing her bra. It was black, partially transparent. Her other hand continued down my chest, over my stomach and down between my legs. I tried to lie as still as possible, not wanting to aggravate her if it could be avoided. Through my pants she stroked my member slowly.

“It feels like you want this,” she whispered. I saw that her horn lit up, so I hastily glanced around, but I couldn’t see anything she used it on. “Come on, little Changeling, it’ll be easy. Take some of my love. It’ll quench your thirst…”

“I want you,” I answered her, trying to be diplomatic. “What man wouldn’t? But I can’t feed of your love… I’m not what you think I am…”

“Shut up! Don’t try anything!”

Immediately I was sure that it was me she had yelled at, but then I saw that her head was turned to her left, as if someone rested their head on her shoulder. Her body was trembling. I pulled on the fabric that bound my hands, to see if I could get them loose, but there was no use. Nor any time: Rarity looked at me with a renewed drive in her eyes.

“Yes, of course… I should have guessed… You won’t reveal who you are over such trivial teasing. If you’re to give in, you need to be offered something that’ll make it worth it…”

What was she on about now? Whatever it was, she probably had voices in her head too. Rarity pulled down the straps of her dress entirely, revealing her chest, and pulled it up from the bottom so that it sat as a black ring around her waist. Her panties were the same as her bra.

“Umm…” I couldn’t quite make out another reaction than that. She crawled onto the bad and sat down on top of me, just above my member. Reaching back, she pulled it out of my pants, presumably with the help of her horn. With her eyes half-closed, fluttering her eyelashes a few times, she pushed herself backwards just a little. Standing in full attention, I could feel myself being pressed between her cheeks.

“Can I play too?!”

Rarity and I both seemed to go into shock for but a moment, as I heard a very familiar voice, followed by a pair of pink hands taking a hold of Rarity’s breasts and her curly-messy hair appeared, along with her ever smiling face. Reflectively I pushed to get loose, resulting in my member firmly betting squeezed between Rarity’s hindquarters and Pinkie’s entrance.

“Pinkie Pie!? What are you doing here?” Rarity seemed to still be unable to move much, just staring at the pink one.

“I came to play, Silly! And here I thought you didn’t want to play with us like this… but here you are, all excited…” Pinkie had slid one of her hands down across Rarity’s stomach and was touching her through her panties. “Your panties… they are so damp…”

I could feel Pinkie adjust her position a little. Rarity looked like she was unable to move as Pinkie slid her hand in under the panties, save for suppressed moans. “Pinkie…”

“Let’s get rid of these!” with her usual enthusiasm Pinkie ripped Rarity’s panties. It went in two parts; the one that Pinkie ripped off, and the one that was still stuck between the three of us.

“Pinkie! This was a matching set!” Rarity finally seemed to be able to react again, staring furiously at the pink one, who gave a sheepish smile back.

“And… let’s get rid of this too,” Pinkie slid her hand down and pulled out the remaining piece. I felt her hand stroke against my member when she did it. Somehow I didn’t think this was part of Rarity’s plans. And that this could only mean a slightly less painful outcome for me. Unless Pinkie Pie was the Changeling. Then we’d both be fucked. In both the good and bad meaning of the word. But since the thought didn’t bring a massive headache to my head, it was probably not the case.

“You’re so tense, Rarity! No time to go to the spa lately?” Pinkie smiled and started to massage her clit. I could both see and feel the juices spill down on me, in rhythm with Rarity’s breath becoming more and more uneven. Pinkie continued to shift her position in small ways, giving me plenty of happiness of my own. “Don’t worry; your Auntie Pinkie Pie is here to help!”

She… wasn’t really her aunt, right? The question entered my mind, but was quickly lost to a major distraction; Rarity let out a high pitched moan that got louder and louder, and ended with my stomach and Pinkie’s hand getting soaked. Panting heavily, she let herself fall onto my chest.

“Ooooh,” Pinkie seemed to get an idea from looking at us. She inched herself backwards, freeing my member up some. Her hand was still soaked, as she hadn’t even tried to do anything about it.

“Pinkie! What are yo- ahaaAH!” Rarity seemed to panic as Pinkie moved her hand in between her cheeks. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out where her fingers had gone in.

“Rarity, we should help our friend here get off too! That is always so much fun!”

That wouldn’t take much, I noted to myself. Between the show, Rarity’s earlier teasing and the excellent sandwich massage, a lot of pressure had built itself up in me already. Pinkie continued to finger Rarity’s hindquarters with her soaked hand for a little bit, making the white girl moan uncontrollably almost directly into my ear.

“Here we go!”

“No! Pinkie, wai-“

Rarity tried to protest as Pinkie lifted up her ass and took a hold of my member. As soon as the tip was pressed against her ass, I could feel that her earlier orgasm hadn’t gone to waste, lubing her up nicely. Before Rarity could finish her objection, Pinkie pushed her down again, sinking me into her. It went maybe halfway before it stopped.

“Oooh, you took it deep for a first timer!”

“Don’t remind… me… ah…”

Rarity used her hands to push herself back up in a sitting position. The added weight forced me further into her. Pinkie Pie changed her position again, this time moving so she’d sit on her knees in front of Rarity. Eagerly she wrapped her hands around Rarity’s neck and pulled her horn down to her mouth. From where I sat I could see up Pinkie’s skirt. She was wearing bright green panties that had gone a great deal darker near the middle.

As I was buried in Rarity, Pinkie started to lick and suck on Rarity’s horn. Even at the slightest touch could I feel her tense up and squeeze me harder. I was a little over halfway into her, but it didn’t feel like there was any chance of getting deeper. Not that I would have the time to get deeper; I was so close that the next lick on Rarity’s horn would send me off.

Just as my load started to fill Rarity’s ass, I got a look at her face past Pinkie’s body; she seemed to be taken aback by this new development and trembled at every touch by Pinkie. Pinkie, not wanting to leave her unsatisfied, started to massage Rarity’s clit once again, while still working her horn.

“Yippi!” Pinkie jumped off the bed in a single leap as a familiar looking set of small fireworks shot from Rarity’s horn and she collapsed down at my chest. I didn’t think she was conscious. I heard a ripping sound and found Pinkie’s green panties flying in the air. Looking down to the left, I saw her sitting on the floor with her legs spread, prodding two fingers against her pussy. Adding another finger, probably for good measure, she plunged them in as far as she could… and released a spray of liquid on the floor, as far as a few feet in front of her.

That… I thought to myself. Was more fun that I remember the first time with Pinkie being.

Wait… remember? “But since the thought didn’t bring a massive headache to my head, it was probably not the case”. The thought from earlier popped into my head again. Could it be that… I had to find and talk to Twilight Sparkle as soon as possible.