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Pink Haze - Part 2

By Glimbrain
Created: 2025-03-11 23:47:22
Updated: 2025-04-04 21:56:33
Expiry: Never
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  1. Synopsis: Anon is bullied by three pink mares, but what goes around comes around.
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  3. *** LINKS AND KINKS ***
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  5. PART 1: https://ponepaste.org/10656
  6. PART 2: YOU ARE HERE
  7. PART 3: https://ponepaste.org/10866
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  9. CURRENT KINK LIST: an honest reconciliation between two best friends, mare-on-mare massage, light bondage (horn ring, spreader bar, shackles), hypnosis, maledom, female sexual dysfunction/orgasm denial, deep dominant kissing, vicious cuckquening, yandere vibes, chubby mare molestation, teat fondling, cutie re-marking, mind control, mental regression to piggy, spanking, magical nose hook, femdom, mare-on-mare cunnilingus, neck biting, double blowjob under the bed covers, comfy slow bath sex, impregnation kink, ear nibbling, oinkmaxxing, fat mareteats, magically induced lactation, teat suckling, milk drinking, flavourful mare milk, a balanced breakfast, female masturbation, literal spoonfeeding, mouth-to-mouth food swapping, scent sniffing, long-range squash soup squirts, floating ball of marecum, self-hypnosis (done in the past), territorial mares, prelude to insanity, deja vu, erotic fiction, massage, extraterrestrial schizophrenia, horn sucking, horn smegma, horngasms, swallowing horn cum, chubby mare pampering, hand feeding, throat rubbing, tummy massaging, sniffing used underwear, worshipping a smelly unwashed ponut, ass sniffing, anilingus (licking, kissing, tonguing), anal, overly sensitive horns, temporary blindness, hoof holding, clitoral stimulation, embracing submission, sleepy dependance, stinky morning breath, mandatory morning rituals, an assertively lazy slave, lotus position, synchronised orgasms, synchronised heartbeats, and…
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  13. >At the very heart of the Crystal Empire lies its structural soul—its castle.
  14. >This aptly named "Crystal Castle" is a towering, awe-inspiring megalith made of pure, gleaming crystal.
  15. >Its importance to the Empire cannot be overstated—for it functions as a lynchpin and a landmark both.
  16. >Powered by a magical artefact known as the Crystal Heart, this shining stronghold quite literally reflects the emotions of its crystalline citizenry, taking in positive vibes and beaming out incandescently inspirational light.
  17. >This invigorating radiance then warmly washes over the city, strengthening its inhabitants whilst also safeguarding them from the blisteringly cold blizzard that rages just outside its borders.
  18. >Protection aside, the Crystal Castle is also the cherished home where the Crystal Empire's Royal Family reside.
  19. >The Royal Family are essentially the Heart of the Heart, for it is they who are able to maintain this castle's protective glow.
  20. >Thus, it is only right that their dignified dwelling stands at the very height of opulence within this fair city; it is suitably staffed by a full suite of loyal servants, lavishly furnished with all kinds of deluxe decor, and its main balcony offers a resplendent sweeping view of the Crystal Empire's coruscant capital.
  21. >Indeed, every single chamber in this splendid castle is a clear sign of its keepers' high status—of their rightful regality.
  22. >And it is in one such chamber—a private bedchamber—that a young princess leisurely enjoys the fruits of her privileged upbringing.
  23.  
  24. >She lies on her left side atop a bright-pink, heart-shaped bed.
  25. >This bed happens to be the very lap of luxury—combining soft satin sheets, posh plumed pillows, and a magnificently malleable mattress to form the complete comfy package.
  26. >A circular baldachin hangs a good few metres above the bed; its translucent pink curtains drape down to cover the crib's edges, forming a semicircle of veiled privacy.
  27. >Below it all, an embroidered turquoise rug spreads out from underneath the bed; it promises plushy paradise to any bare hooves that dare touch upon its supple surface. Incidentally, four silver hoof shoes happen to be positioned on top of this rug and by the bed's foot.
  28. >The world around this princess is a mash-up of posh prestige and girlish glee; the walls papered with pink floral patterns are only broken up by the stalwart presence of shining crystal columns.
  29. >The evening sun spills in through the two arched windows over by the right side of this bedroom; these windows are roomily spacey, with each classily curtained crevice providing a stunning view of the city down below—naturally, the curtains themselves are both pink, matching the decor.
  30. >Portraits celebrating royal coronations and similar sovereign ceremonies hang from the walls and decorate the crystalline furnishings.
  31. >A princess's crystal crown and silver peytral lies upon one particular furnishing—a dazzling wooden dresser that's placed right by the bedside.
  32. >There's no questioning it—this is *truly* a room fit for royalty.
  33. >After all, this is Princess Flurry Heart's personal bedchamber.
  34. >And Flurry Heart herself is currently writing in her private diary, humming a happy tune to herself.
  35.  
  36. >"Hm~ hm~ hm~"
  37. >As this room's sole occupant, she lies alone—yet her heart openly yearns for another.
  38. >Her earnest emotions are what fuel her feverish scribbles within this heartfelt journal; in it, she writes of a curious, alien stallion who has occupied her mind—and her heart—as of late.
  39. >She oh-so-dearly wishes to spend every waking hour with him—to spend her days nestled in his embrace;
  40. >To feel his supple hands slowly glide over her wings;
  41. >To nuzzle up to his bare neck and freely take in his scent;
  42. >To lose herself in a thousand nights of sweaty passion.
  43. >Her sensual scribblings grow more dissonantly lurid by the second.
  44. >Flurry takes a few breathy seconds to recompose herself, before continuing on with her prose of personal perfervidity:
  45. >This stallion is, by technicality, a lowborn, but this lovestruck princess cares naught for such sociopolitical barriers.
  46. >If fate would have her choose between her title or her love—then she would happily discard her crown without a second thought.
  47. >Yet she would just-as-happily offer him the Royal Throne if he so desired; she would elevate him to righteous Kinghood—and present herself to him as his loyal Queen.
  48. >In truth, she thought very little of him when first they met.
  49. >He was strange, alien, unique—and she was never particularly fond of those who dwelled beyond her priggish purview.
  50. >And yet…there simply something about him that quickly charmed her interest, despite her proclivities.
  51. >Perhaps it was the way he diligently worked her body over; perhaps it was due to just *how* exotic he was—or perhaps it was because of something else entirely.
  52. >In any case, she wanted to know more. She wanted to understand the strange feelings that were sprouting within her delicate heart.
  53. >And so she willingly—
  54. >*Knock knock knock*
  55. >Eyes shooting up from her passionately penned pages, Flurry squeaks out a gasp:
  56. >"Oh!"
  57. >Swiftly closing her diary and magically sealing it, she gently levitates it over to her bedside dresser, soon setting it down next to her crown and peytral.
  58. >Turning her head over to the right, she faces her bedroom double doors—which are just as ornately decorated as the rest of her room—and calls out:
  59. >"Who is it?"
  60. >A few unspoken seconds pass.
  61. >And when an answer eventually does arrive, it comes in the form of a quiet, restrained mumble—something that only the most finely tuned of equine ears can pick up.
  62. >"I-it's me, Luster Dawn…"
  63. >Flurry lets out a light sigh and nods to herself.
  64. >And with a brief pulse of her horn, she dispels her magical door lock before calling out again:
  65. >"Come on in, Lustie!"
  66.  
  67. >One of the doors partially creaks open.
  68. >Another second passes, and a unicorn quietly slinks into Flurry's bedroom through the formed gap.
  69. >Her fur is cerise pink, while her loopy mane is a fiery orange.
  70. >This mare is Luster Dawn—one of Flurry Heart's best friends.
  71. >After carefully closing the door behind her, Luster's amber eyes flit up from the crystal floor to meet Flurry's curious blue peepers.
  72. >Straining out a smile, Luster shakily speaks up:
  73. >"H-hey, Flurry…"
  74. >Flurry returns Luster's smile with added aplomb and a friendly wave.
  75. >"Hi, Luster! Over here!"
  76. >With a slight nod and a wobbly gait, Luster wearily walks over to Flurry's bedside.
  77. >Flurry purses her lips in concern as the unicorn slowly approaches.
  78. >These two mares have known each other for a long time—long enough to proudly call each other "besties."
  79. >And as a certified bestie—Flurry is easily able to tell when something is wrong with her friend.
  80. >The brashly confident demeanour that Luster is usually known for has somehow withered away into a weak and worriable one.
  81. >Her eyes are sullen, while her tail is tightly tucked in between her hindlegs.
  82. >And to top it all off—her normally frazzled mane is now both frazzled *and* frizzled.
  83. >Flurry adopts a look of sympathy towards her friend as Luster steps onto the bedside rug.
  84. >"Oh, Lustie…what happened to you?"
  85. >Luster's lips part and pupils waver.
  86. >"I…"
  87. >She takes a bracing gulp, and then anxiously pleads her case:
  88. >"Flurry, we're—we're in trouble! It's Cozy Glow! She's—it's—th-the human! The human and her are working together and…and…!"
  89. >Luster takes a moment to raggedly gasp for breath, amber eyes falling down to the turquoise rug.
  90. >"Hah…h-hah…!"
  91. >Flurry calmly raises a forehoof.
  92. >"Deep breaths, Lustie," she sedately states. "Your mouth is moving a mile a minute."
  93. >"I…"
  94. >Steadily lifting her gaze, Luster looks up to Flurry with a strained expression.
  95. >"…I know… B-but—" Luster quickly shakes her head and furrows her brows. "—but we have to do something…! We have to—u-ugh…"
  96. >Luster's hindlegs suddenly wobble as she struggles to maintain her balance—nearly crumpling to the floor in the process.
  97. >Flurry watches on with pursed concern and a thoughtful hum; after which, she pats the spot on her right side.
  98. >"Come on up, Lustie. You look like you can barely stand."
  99. >Luster blinks at Flurry's offering, eyes timidly flitting between her friend and her friend's hoof.
  100. >Her ears suddenly fold.
  101. >"I…I-I shouldn't," Luster mumbles. "I-I might make a mess."
  102. >Flurry tilts her head.
  103. >"A…a mess…?"
  104. >Offering no verbal response, Luster simply looks to the side in shame.
  105. >Flurry casts a curious glance towards Luster's jittering hindlegs—and very quickly gets the picture.
  106. >"Oh, Lustie…"
  107.  
  108. >Flurry's expression swiftly shifts from a sympathetic frown to a empathic smile.
  109. >"When one of my besties can barely keep herself upright—messes are the least of my concerns."
  110. >Giving the spot on her bed another pat, Flurry raises her voice:
  111. >"So come on up. Princess's decree!"
  112. >Ears shooting up in surprise, Luster's mouth hangs agape at her friend's authoritative tone:
  113. >"U-uh."
  114. >But after taking a quick gulp, she acquiesces, nodding in deference.
  115. >"O-okay."
  116. >Taking a few shaky steps forward, Luster clambers up onto the bed.
  117. >Turning around and sitting next to Flurry's right side, Luster rests on her haunches while crossing one hindleg over the other; she also lays both forehooves on her lap, cautiously covering it up.
  118. >And so these two pink mares sit on the bed's edge, facing the windows.
  119. >Unfurling her feathers, Flurry carefully drapes her right wing over Luster's back.
  120. >Flurry casts a sweeping glance around the room, soon lighting up her horn.
  121. >She then closes her curtains and relocks her bedroom double doors, making sure to grant her friend some much-needed privacy.
  122. >After her magic quietly dissipates, Flurry addresses her bestie with a patient tone:
  123. >"So, what's got you so worked up, Lustie?"
  124. >"I…um…"
  125. >Flurry gently caresses Luster's back with her wing.
  126. >"And take your time. There's no rush."
  127. >At her friend's suggestion, Luster takes a deep, fortifying breath.
  128. >Then another.
  129. >One more.
  130. >And, with a self-sobering nod, Luster is finally ready to talk:
  131. >"We're…Equestria is in danger, Flurry. Cozy Glow is back to her old tricks."
  132. >"'Old tricks?'" Flurry tilts her head. "Wait, are you saying you think Glowie has relapsed?"
  133. >"I *know* she has!" Luster snaps back. "A-and the two of us are most at risk, Flurry! She's planning to control the both of us with…with…"
  134. >Luster slowly trails off as her wavering pupils drift down Flurry's neck.
  135. >Her eyes suddenly widen.
  136. >"Th-that…a-ah…" Luster shakily gasps.
  137. >Flurry blinks in confusion.
  138. >"Lustie?"
  139. >"F-flurry…h-how…"
  140. >Luster gulps.
  141. >"…h-how long have you been wearing that choker for?"
  142. >"Oh, this?"
  143. >Reaching up her left forehoof, Flurry idly paws at the black pleather choker worn around her neck.
  144. >"Little more than a week, why?"
  145. >"A-ah…"
  146. >Luster's breathing hastens.
  147. >Flurry arches an eyebrow.
  148. >"Lustie…?"
  149. >Luster's eyes frantically dart around the room, particularly lingering on the windows and the door.
  150. >Her breathing also shoots up to a hyperventilatory pace.
  151. >"Lustie!"
  152. >Quickly slipping her left forehoof under the unicorn's chin, Flurry tilts Luster's head her way—forcing her bestie to look her straight in the eyes.
  153. >"Lustie, please!"
  154. >Though her face may be marred by concern, Flurry lowers her voice down to a softer tone:
  155. >"Please speak to me. Tell me what's bothering you. I won't judge you, I promise."
  156. >Luster blinks a few times;
  157. >Takes a gulping breath;
  158. >And nods.
  159. >"O-okay."
  160.  
  161. >With a tranquil nod of her own, Flurry removes her forehoof from Luster's chin.
  162. >Luster takes the chance to have another, slightly calmer, glance at Flurry's choker.
  163. >"I-it's just," she shakily begins, "th-the thing that Cozy used to try and control my mind…it was a collar. And it was pitch black—just like yours—so I…s-so I th-thought…"
  164. >Flurry gives another nod.
  165. >"Oh, I see."
  166. >Lifting her left forehoof, she thoughtfully taps her choker.
  167. >"Well, I'm pretty sure this choker isn't controlling my mind or anything like that."
  168. >She flashes Luster a proud, toothy grin.
  169. >"I just think it looks cool!"
  170. >"O-oh."
  171. >Flurry reassuringly rests her right forehoof on Luster's left shoulder.
  172. >"But if you like, I can take it off for you. It's just…"
  173. >Cheeks lightly flushing, Flurry's eyes drift to the side.
  174. >"…it's a little embarrassing, really—what's under it…"
  175. >Shaking her head, Luster gently pushes Flurry's hoof away.
  176. >"No…no, that's fine. You don't have to."
  177. >Luster lets out a solemn sigh, eyes falling down to her lap.
  178. >"Sorry, Flurry. I'm just a little scattered, that's all."
  179. >Raising her gaze, Luster takes a third look at Flurry's choker—this one reasonably more composed.
  180. >"Thing is—the collar that human tried to put on me had these *freaky* red gemstones on it."
  181. >Luster's eyes move back up to Flurry's face.
  182. >"Yours is…it's normal. I can see that now."
  183. >Flurry clears her throat, flashing Luster an expectant look.
  184. >"And fashionable, right~?"
  185. >Luster blankly blinks—and then lightly chuckles.
  186. >"Eheh. And fashionable, yeah."
  187. >Flurry nods with a proud smile.
  188. >"Mm-hmm~!"
  189. >Her brows slightly knit.
  190. >"Oh, but wait a minute, Lustie."
  191. >She pauses for a moment.
  192. >"Earlier, you said that Cozy tried to put a collar on you—but now, you're saying that this 'human' did it instead?"
  193. >"Oh, er, yeah."
  194. >Luster awkwardly rubs her cheek.
  195. >"S-sorry, it's just that it all happened so quickly… I'm still trying to process things."
  196. >Flurry titters.
  197. >"It's okay, Lustie."
  198. >She leans forward.
  199. >"But tell me—what happened?"
  200. >Luster nods.
  201. >"Guess I better start from the beginning, then."
  202. >She takes a deep breath.
  203. >"Okay, so…you remember the human, right? That weird creature you, me, and Cozy got a massage from?"
  204. >Flurry taps her chin in quiet thought for a couple of seconds—before blithely nodding.
  205. >"Oh! The one you made kiss your butthole!"
  206. >Luster awkwardly chuckles.
  207. >"Y-yeah, that one…"
  208.  
  209. >She shakes her head and clears her throat.
  210. >"A-anyway, few days ago, that very same human invited me back for another massage back at his parlour—but this time, it was on the house."
  211. >"Ooh…and did you accept?"
  212. >Luster nods.
  213. >"Yeah, 'course I did. Figured a free massage couldn't hurt, right? 'Specially if it was from a one-of-a-kind alien masseur."
  214. >She energetically gesticulates with her right forehoof.
  215. >"But it all turned out to be a dirty trick—you see, what that perverted human *actually* planned to do was place a mind-control collar around my neck as soon as I was distracted!"
  216. >Flurry gasps out in shock:
  217. >"No way!"
  218. >Lowering her tone, Luster continues:
  219. >"Yes way. But luckily, I was quick on the uptake—and I was able to subdue him before he could lay his grubby hands on me."
  220. >Flurry clasps her forehooves together.
  221. >"Wow! Nice going, Lustie!"
  222. >Luster rubs the back of her own neck.
  223. >"Eheh heh, yeah. Oh, but here's the thing, Flurry: once I started interrogating him on exactly *how* he got that collar—he told me that Cozy Glow was the one who gave him it."
  224. >Flurry's eyes widen.
  225. >"R-really? Glowie did?"
  226. >"Uh huh." Luster nods. "He also told me that she and him were planning to take over Equestria after they managed to enslave me."
  227. >"Take over Equestria…?"
  228. >After blinking a few times, Flurry shakes her head.
  229. >"B-but Lustie—how sure can you be that the human wasn't lying?"
  230. >Luster's lips briefly purse, and her eyes drift to the side.
  231. >"I…uh…used a truth spell to force that confession out of him." Luster's eyes flit back to Flurry's face. "He wasn't lying—I made sure of it. Cozy's definitely up to no good."
  232. >Brows furrowing, Flurry's gaze shifts down towards the bedside rug.
  233. >"But…but that means…that means that Glowie…"
  234. >Unwilling to finish her troubling train of thought, Flurry's lips purse to a quivering degree.
  235. >Returning the favour from earlier, Luster gently rests her left forehoof upon her bestie's right shoulder.
  236. >"Look, Flurry, I get it," she speaks up. "You want to keep believing in her after all the times you personally vouched for her."
  237. >Luster's expression becomes stern.
  238. >"But…I think it's time to face the facts: Cozy hasn't changed—and honestly, I don't think she ever will."
  239.  
  240. >Flurry briefly shuts her eyes.
  241. >"Hasn't changed…"
  242. >She lets out a shaky sigh.
  243. >"Maybe…maybe you're right…but…but I…"
  244. >Sensing her friend's despondency, Luster flashes Flurry a friendly smile and gives her a few vigorous pats on the shoulder.
  245. >"Hey, Flurry, whatever happens—you'll always have me, alright?"
  246. >Lifting her gaze, Flurry gazes into Luster's amber eyes for a few seconds.
  247. >And she soon returns that very same smile.
  248. >"Hehe…" Flurry softly giggles. "Thanks, Lustie."
  249. >Tilting their heads to the side and leaning in towards each other, the two mares enjoy a cheek-to-cheek nuzzle for a few seconds.
  250. >After pulling away, Flurry questions Luster with a renewed spirit:
  251. >"Oh, but back to the matter at hoof—where is that human now?"
  252. >Luster crosses her forelegs together, expression becoming pensive.
  253. >"Well…that's why I came here, Flurry."
  254. >Slumping her shoulders, she lets out a long, heavy sigh.
  255. >"…I need your help. The human got away."
  256. >Flurry's face shifts to one of worry.
  257. >"He did? How?"
  258. >Luster's ears flop down as her gaze trails off to the side.
  259. >"Just when I thought I had him under control, there was something else that caught me off guard."
  260. >"Something else?"
  261. >"Yeah." Luster nods. "He owned a…freaky looking pet monster of some kind—I-I don't know. Whatever it was, it blasted me with a spell and covered his escape."
  262. >Resting her chin on her right forehoof, Luster continues:
  263. >"Make no mistake, Flurry—that human is not to underestimated, so we're gonna need all the help we can get if we're to…uh…"
  264. >Trailing off, Luster knits her brows at Flurry.
  265. >"…uh, hey, Flurry—you alright?"
  266. >With dilated pupils and a vacant stare, Flurry looks past Luster and quietly mumbles to herself:
  267. >"P-pet monster…?"
  268. >But at the sound of her friend's voice, Flurry quickly blinks herself out of her stupor—and her gaze refocuses back on Luster.
  269. >"Oh, um, sorry. Go on, Lustie."
  270.  
  271. >With a nonchalant nod, Luster continues from where she left off:
  272. >"…so that means we're gonna need to pull out all the stops if we're gonna wanna stop these two."
  273. >Amber eyes burning with newfound determination, Luster addresses her friend with a firm tone:
  274. >"Flurry. Use your royal status to call in the Royal Guard; we need to find Cozy—smoke her out from wherever she's hiding…"
  275. >Turning away and closing her eyes, Luster's voice turns more gravelly:
  276. >"…and we *especially* need to find that human."
  277. >Flurry tilts her head, brows knitting in concern.
  278. >"'E-especially?'"
  279. >Luster opens her eyes, the flame in her gaze burning to a fever pitch.
  280. >"Yeah. Between the two of them, he's easily the most dangerous one. Believe me, we need to find him as soon as possible. Put up wanted posters. Search from house to house. Employ our best scrying spells. Use anything and everything we have at our disposal to capture him. And when we finally do get him: lock him up. Lock him deep within the castle dungeons where nopony else can possibly find him and then I can—!"
  281. >Luster suddenly stops herself and snaps her mouth shut, covering it up with both forehooves.
  282. >Flurry blinks a few times, nonplussed.
  283. >"Then you can…?"
  284. >"U-um…"
  285. >Steadily lowering her hooves, Luster hastily shakes her head.
  286. >"…n-never mind…"
  287. >Avoiding her friend's innocent gaze, Luster's eyes shift downward.
  288. >"S-sorry, Flurry. It's just—whenever I start thinking about that human, my mind goes all foggy."
  289. >Slumping her shoulders, Luster lets out a weighted sigh.
  290. >"And it's all because of this…this *stupid* spell, uuugh…"
  291. >Groaning out loud, Luster reaches down with her right forehoof and tenderly rubs the area just below her navel.
  292. >Some may call such an act indecent, but Flurry merely hums in thought while her friend openly tends to her own tension:
  293. >"Hm…"
  294. >Facing her head forward, Flurry sneaks a covert, sidelong glance down Luster's ailing body.
  295. >Much like how they were when she sat down, one of Luster's hindlegs is crossed over the other.
  296. >Her thighs are tightly clenched together, shuddering and spasming and pulsing out in pain.
  297. >It's crystal clear to Flurry that her bestie is suffering in one way or another.
  298. >And so, with a quaint and collected nod, she speaks up:
  299. >"Hey, Lustie, lie on your belly."
  300. >"Wha—"
  301. >Luster's wide-eyed gaze snaps back up to Flurry.
  302. >"—h-huh?"
  303. >Flurry meets her friend's complete shock with a cheery smile.
  304. >"You seem super stressed—sooo I wanna give you a relaxing backrub!"
  305. >"B-backrub?"
  306. >Luster arches an eyebrow.
  307. >"…Wait, you do backrubs?"
  308. >"That's right!"
  309. >Flurry proudly taps her chest with her left wing.
  310. >"Don't you forget—I am a princess of *many* talents, hehe~!"
  311.  
  312. >Flurry's unbridled enthusiasm is like a wave of optimism, no matter the situation.
  313. >And, despite her own discomfort, Luster can't help but reflect that very same energy.
  314. >"Ahah…okay then." Luster's lips curl upwards. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind another…a backrub."
  315. >Flurry nods, and removes her wing from Luster's back.
  316. >Luster scoots backwards along the bed to give herself some more room.
  317. >And soon enough, she lowers herself down into a prone position, laying her body across the heart-shaped bed and facing out towards the curtained windows.
  318. >Her hindlegs lie tightly parallel to each other, while her pudgy belly pliably sinks into the plush mattress.
  319. >Propping up her fluffy chest with folded forelegs, a fidgety Luster lifts her head to shoot Flurry a trepidant glance.
  320. >"S-so, um, whenever you're ready, Flurry."
  321. >Flurry, who has now relocated herself over to Luster's left side, giggles while rubbing her forehooves together in a most mischievous manner.
  322. >"Prepare yourself, Lustie!"
  323. >Luster gulps.
  324. >"P-preparing…"
  325. >Sitting down on her haunches, Flurry calmly examines her bestie's back while continuing to rub her own hooves.
  326. >After building up enough princessly power, she exhales a deeply long puff of air from her mouth…
  327. >"Pheeewwww…"
  328. >And she suddenly *strikes* Luster's shoulder blades with both forehooves.
  329. >"YAH!" Flurry yells out.
  330. >"U-uhp!" Luster tenses up.
  331. >…
  332. >It is a strike most soft.
  333. >Leaning over her bestie, Flurry slowly begins to work her hooves in circles, tenderly kneading Luster's rigid muscle.
  334. >"O-ooh…" Luster shakily sighs out.
  335. >"Hehe~!" Flurry giggles. "You like, Lustie?"
  336. >Luster lets out another sigh, this one more easygoing.
  337. >"Y-yeah, it's…w-wow…"
  338. >Lowering her head, Luster rests her chin on the pink duvet beneath her body.
  339. >"Flurry, where did you…haah…when did you learn how to do something like this?"
  340. >Flurry pompously clears her throat.
  341. >"As the Crown Princess of the Crystal Empire, It wouldn't be right for me to rest of my laurels, so I'm always seeking to improve my repertoire!" She beams with pride. "This is just one of many things I picked up over the last week—alongside mane curling, hooficures, and baking!"
  342.  
  343. >Luster blinks a few times, slowly taking in her friend's numerous accomplishments.
  344. >"W-wow… You're really something, Flurry…"
  345. >Luster can feel her worries steadily melt away at Flurry's tender touch.
  346. >Her face nestles into the royal mattress, while her hindlegs gradually spread apart, forgetting their prior tension.
  347. >"Ah~" Luster sighs out in relief, tail happily swishing about.
  348. >Now that Luster is notably more relaxed, Flurry takes the opportunity to press her bestie on her spellbound stresses.
  349. >"So, Lustie, about that 'stupid spell' you mentioned earlier—what did you mean by that? Is it the reason you're walking all wobbly?"
  350. >Luster's ears perk up.
  351. >"Oh, that…"
  352. >She stretches her right hindleg up into the air; it jitters about irritably.
  353. >"Yeah, it's…ugh…"
  354. >She cringes in discomfort, letting her hindleg flop back onto the bed.
  355. >Huffing out a sigh, she continues:
  356. >"Do you remember how I told you that the human's pet monster hit me with a spell?"
  357. >Flurry gives a curt nod.
  358. >"Yes."
  359. >"Well, I'm pretty sure that it…cursed me with something."
  360. >She wiggles her groin into Flurry's bed.
  361. >"It's…it's just made me unbearably *itchy* down there—and nothing I do brings me any *relief.*
  362. >She clenches her eyes shut.
  363. >"A-and my thoughts keep going back to that human."
  364. >Gritting her teeth, her tone descends into that same gravelly guttural tone from before, while her flaccid tail swishes turn to furious tail *thwaps.*
  365. >"I can *feel* my body *screaming* at me to…to *find* him and…and…ungh…"
  366. >She trails off, calming her tail and opening her eyes.
  367. >Turning her head over in Flurry's direction, Luster flashes her friend an apologetic frown.
  368. >"S-sorry. Too much info, right?"
  369. >Flurry titters.
  370. >"It's okay, Lustie. It sounds like you've been through a lot."
  371. >Flurry continues to apply her practised ministrations upon her friend's back, determined to ease what woes she can.
  372.  
  373. >Thanks to Flurry's hoofy efforts, Luster's amorous agitations steadily fizzle down to manageable levels—yet the unicorn's underlying frustration remains ever present.
  374. >After a couple of minutes, Flurry speaks up once more:
  375. >"Hey, Lustie, have you told Princess Twilight about this? About Glowie and the human?"
  376. >Luster shakes her head against the duvet.
  377. >"No, not yet. This is a Crystal Empire problem, y'know? So I figured it'd be best to keep it *in* the Crystal Empire for now."
  378. >Flurry nods.
  379. >"Mhm, I agree."
  380. >"Plus," Luster continues, giving her tail a hesitant flick, "I, uh, didn't wanna face my mentor while I was like this." Luster looks to the side, ears flopping down. "It'd be really embarrassing…"
  381. >Flurry softly giggles.
  382. >"I understand."
  383. >Luster looks up at Flurry.
  384. >"And on that note, I was also hoping you could help me with relieving this…" she gives her rump a light rub with her right forehoof. "…issue of mine."
  385. >Flurry halts her hooves and casts a curious glance Luster's way.
  386. >"Help you…?"
  387. >The two mares hold eye contact for a couple of seconds.
  388. >Luster's cheeks suddenly flush red in realisation.
  389. >"U-um," she sputters out, "no, n-not like that, I-I mean…"
  390. >She clears her throat.
  391. >"I-it's just…I've had to deal with *this* for several hours now—and none of the counterspells I tried have worked."
  392. >She takes a brief pause, finding the right words.
  393. >"So…I thought you might know something about it."
  394. >Flurry tilts her head.
  395. >"Me?"
  396.  
  397. >"Yeah. I know that you know your way around a magical spell, Flurry—I mean, you and me both studied under the same tutors, didn't we?"
  398. >Luster flashes Flurry a hopeful smile.
  399. >"And I figured that—considering what I'm dealing with—a Princess of Love might have a better idea about this type of magic than I do."
  400. >"Oooh…"
  401. >Resuming her hoofwork, Flurry hums in thought for a few seconds.
  402. >"Well," she speaks up, "this is just a guess, but it sounds like you might be suffering from an aphrodisiac spell of some kind—maybe an estrus inducer?"
  403. >"That's what I thought too—but something like that can always be dealt with by running a simple chilling spell throughout the loins."
  404. >Facing forward and away from Flurry, Luster furrows her brows.
  405. >"But this…this spell…it lingers."
  406. >Luster takes a scrunching, wincing blink.
  407. >"No. It doesn't just linger—i-it festers."
  408. >She anxiously chews on her bottom lip as she continues:
  409. >"It's like…it's like I can *feel* this spell seeping its way into my mind. It keeps whispering things to me about that human—dark things—and I…ugh…"
  410. >Luster's eyes flit back to her friend, and Flurry can see a clear sense of panic present in the unicorn's eyes.
  411. >"I-I'm gonna be honest with you, Flurry. I've been trying to put on a brave face for you and all—but as things stand," Luster's voice raspily cracks. "I-I'm not sure how much longer I can hold on…"
  412. >"Oh, Lustie…"
  413. >Flurry lets out a sympathetic sigh, keenly feeling her friend's plight.
  414. >She then speaks with a gentle tone:
  415. >"Don't you worry. We'll figure this out together."
  416.  
  417. >Flurry's hooves work wonders on Luster's back.
  418. >"After I'm done with this, we'll go ask my mom if she knows anything about this spell, and failing that—we can always ask Princess Twilight herself; one of them is bound to know the cure to whatever's got you down."
  419. >As do her words work wonders on Luster's soul.
  420. >"In the meantime, you just focus on enjoying this backrub, okay? I'm here for you, Lustie."
  421. >Looking up at Flurry's inspiring smile, Luster finds herself gulping down her gloom.
  422. >And thus she nods, smiling back at her bestie.
  423. >"Yeah…thanks, Flurry."
  424. >Luster faces forward, closes her eyes, and sighs with solace.
  425. >"You're…you're a good friend."
  426. >"Hm-hm~!"
  427. >With a bright smile upon her face, Flurry takes her backrub to the next level, working her careful cloppers down along Luster's muscly back.
  428. >Flurry's fluid hooves are as a soothing salve to Luster's languid lamentations; it grants the unicorn hope that, perhaps, things will work out after all.
  429. >Matching Flurry's bright smile with a serene one, Luster shuts herself away from her worldly worries, enjoying only the soft caress of her friend's forehooves and the tranquil ambience of the royal bedchamber.
  430. >This ambience is only titivated through the soft sighs and heartfelt hums of two carefree souls.
  431. >"Hey, Lustie," Flurry speaks up, "we sure had our fun during those tutoring sessions, didn't we?"
  432. >"Heh heh, yeah. Gotta admit—the two of us together are a hoofful at the best of times."
  433. >"Must be why our tutors have had such a high turnover, hehe~!"
  434. >And so, idle chatter comes to fill the bedroom air during a massage between mares.
  435. >The princess and the prodigy.
  436. >Two magical ponies hailing from two different nations—yet their destinies intertwine through common interests and shared feelings.
  437. >They're both amazing mares.
  438. >And soon…
  439.  
  440. >Flurry takes a moment to hum in thought.
  441. >"…You know, thinking about it…" she begins.
  442. >"Mhm?" Luster's left ear angles itself to face in Flurry's direction, while both of her eyes remain calmly closed.
  443. >"A little while back, I was able to sneak into my mom's private study without *anypony* noticing."
  444. >"Ooo," Luster coos, impressed. "Nice going, Flurry."
  445. >"Ehehe~" Flurry giggles. "All in a day's work!"
  446. >After taking another second to relish her past victory, she continues:
  447. >"Anyway, there were books on all sorts of spells in there—from love rituals to love curses."
  448. >"Oh yeah…?"
  449. >"Mm-hmm, and what you're going through right now is starting to remind me of a spell I read about."
  450. >"Huh…"
  451. >"Of course, I can't say for sure if it's the same thing that *you're* currently dealing with, but…"
  452. >"Eh, let's hear it, Flurry. Should give us a good starting point if nothing else."
  453. >Flurry nods with a hum.
  454. >"Okay, so, this spell: it falls under the category of love curses—and it's something called a 'Love Cage.'"
  455. >Luster huffs into the duvet.
  456. >"Weird name…"
  457. >Flurry giggles.
  458. >"Right? But make no mistake—its symptoms are the real deal."
  459. >Flurry lets out a soft sigh as the massage slowly moves down Luster's back.
  460. >"In the past, this curse was used by ponies who sought to inflict 'punishment' upon those they deemed to be dishonest with their feelings."
  461. >That one punitive word has Luster knitting her brows with concern.
  462. >"'P-punishment?'"
  463. >"Yep." Flurry nods. "You see, the Love Cage works by directly embedding itself into both the victim's heart and body; it fans the flames of desire—yet also prevents pleasure in all its forms."
  464. >"W-wow." Luster's expression tightens further. "All its forms, huh…"
  465. >"Mm-hmm, but it won't stop there, because the victim's base urges will only grow stronger with time—unbearably so, in fact."
  466. >"U-unbearably…?"
  467. >"These curse-driven desires will steadily become harder and harder to ignore, and when their overwhelmed libido can no longer handle all of that lust and love—the Love Cage's effects will begin leaking into every other aspect of their day-to-day life."
  468.  
  469. >Flurry takes a pause, giving just enough time for Luster's throat to dry itself out.
  470. >"It'll start out by leaking into their cognitive capabilities, inhibiting their senses of smell and touch, amongst other things."
  471. >Flurry's eyes drift along Luster's prone body as the massage moves down to just above her tail dock.
  472. >"But the longer the spell goes on—and the more that the victim resists—the tighter the Love Cage will restrain every part of them."
  473. >The massage begins to move up Luster's body—from her dock to her croup.
  474. >"They'll suffer frequent lapses in concentration."
  475. >From her croup to her loins.
  476. >"They'll struggle to cast even the most basic spells."
  477. >Slowly kneading along her back.
  478. >"They'll stumble around on near-unresponsive limbs."
  479. >Up to her withers.
  480. >"And by the time the curse fully takes root in their mind…"
  481. >Flurry's lips make the slightest upturn.
  482. >"…it'll lock them up entirely."
  483. >Luster gulps.
  484. >"On average," Flurry continues, "the entire process is recorded to take about twenty-four hours from start to finish."
  485. >Luster silently mouths the number "twenty four" to herself, unable to find her own voice.
  486. >Flurry ends her explanation there, and an icy silence hangs in the air while Luster's withers get warmly massaged.
  487. >But after taking a deep breath, the unicorn finds the courage to speak up:
  488. >"…Um, hey, Flurry. Just curious, but are there any cures for this, um, Love Cage?"
  489. >Flurry nods, quick to respond:
  490. >"Yep. As it so happens, the 'key' to this Cage is super simple to find."
  491. >"O-oh yeah…?"
  492. >"Mm. All the victim has to do is accept all those *heartfelt* feelings that they've locked away."
  493. >The massage moves up to Luster's neck.
  494. >"They need to accept their love."
  495. >Flurry lowers her body, resting on all four of her hooves next to Luster's left side.
  496. >"They need to accept their destiny."
  497. >She leans forward.
  498. >"They need to accept…"
  499. >And she whispers into Luster's left ear:
  500. >"…submission~"
  501. >*Click*
  502. >You move your hands away from Luster's throat, having just affixed the collar around her neck.
  503. >Her eyes shoot open.
  504. >"Wh-wha—?"
  505. >You whisper into her right ear:
  506. "Hey there."
  507.  
  508. >She recognises your voice.
  509. >She feels your weight atop her own.
  510. >And she screams:
  511. >"G-get off of me!"
  512. "Hm…"
  513. >You take a slow, thoughtful pause.
  514. >And then blithely shake your head.
  515. "Nah."
  516. >"U-ugh!"
  517. >Defiantly grunting, she jerks her head upwards—
  518. >Only to find that her face is being forced down into the duvet by your right hand.
  519. >Angrily growling, she thrashes about—
  520. >Only to find that her body is being pinned down by yours, while her limbs are being ethereally restrained.
  521. >Desperately gasping, she tries to cast a spell, any spell—
  522. >Only to find that her horn is being blocked around the base, solidly stymieing any magical outbursts.
  523. >This blockage comes not from your fingers, no, but by…
  524. >Luster manages to tilt her head just enough so that she can stare in shock at her smiling best friend.
  525. >"F-flurry!"
  526. >"Yes, Lustie?"
  527. >"Y-you—b-but why—where—I-I don't—"
  528. >Flurry interrupts Luster's panicked stuttering with a playful boop on her horn, causing the unicorn to flinch.
  529. >"Enough of that. What do you think of the spells I cast on you?"
  530. >Flurry's eyes flit up to Luster's horn, which now has a glowing light-yellow ring tightly affixed around the base.
  531. >"First off," she cheerily begins, "we have Moonwhisper's Magic Muffler!"
  532. >She giggles to herself, before continuing:
  533. >"Remember how we used to practise this spell on each other way back when?"
  534. >"No…no…" Luster shakes her head. "…th-this isn't real. It…it can't be."
  535. >"Second—I took the liberty of restraining all four of your hooves so you wouldn't be able to escape~"
  536. >You take the opportunity to steady your advantageous position atop Luster's body whilst you admire Flurry's magicwork.
  537.  
  538. >For starters, it's all thanks to your Queen's magical prowess that this ambush was even possible; with a simple-yet-effective concealment spell from Flurry, Luster was none the wiser to your veiled presence.
  539. >Currently, you straddle Luster's squirming body with your own, resting your rump right on top of hers.
  540. >Your clothing situation happens to be quite the minimalistic one: you are dressed only in your skivvies—perfect for scaring any ne'er-do-well unicorns senseless.
  541. >When it comes to Luster herself, you can see that both of her forelegs now lie outstretched at her sides, while each forehoof is tightly and magically bound by a glowing light-yellow shackle.
  542. >These shackles have a horseshoe-esque shape, and are connected directly to the bed itself—preventing any erratic movements from the mare in question.
  543. >Another bed-binding yellow shackle surrounds the middle region of her torso; her chubby belly lightly spills out around it, providing you with both a valuable constraint and a captivating view.
  544. >Her hindhooves are spared any shackles of their own; instead, they are both held in place and forced apart by an also-yellow spreader bar. As indicated by the name, it spreads her hindlegs far and wide, granting easy access to her marely goods should you so desire it.
  545. >Not only are these ethereal restraints perfect for punishing pesky ponies—such as the unicorn beneath your body—but you note that all of these yellow bindings also feel pleasantly warm to the touch.
  546. >Turning your head over to the left, you cast an approving nod Flurry's way.
  547. >Flurry beams at you before glancing back at Luster.
  548. >"The spreader bar was something the two of us came up with together!"
  549. >Flurry lets out a lightly shocked gasp.
  550. >"Oh! And I almost forgot!"
  551. >Casting her gaze over towards her bedside dresser, Flurry magically opens its top drawer and pulls out…
  552. >A wooden cork.
  553. >Whimsically levitating said cork over to Luster's face, Flurry firmly affixes it onto the tip of her friend's horn.
  554. >"Wh-wha…?" Luster gasps out, utterly dazed.
  555. >"There we go!" Flurry giggles. "Perfect~!"
  556. >Through puffy eyes and downcast ears, Luster weakly whimpers at Flurry:
  557. >"F-flurry…wh-why?"
  558. >Flurry tilts her head.
  559. >"Why?"
  560. >Flurry airily hums to herself as she examines Luster's new horn cork.
  561. >"I just thought it'd look good on you."
  562. >Luster has no words for that response.
  563. >And so Flurry shoots her friend a wry smile.
  564. >"Oh, but you weren't asking about that, were you?"
  565. >She titters.
  566. >"Well, maybe if I tell you about the *third* spell I cast on you—you'll be able to figure it out."
  567. >"Th-third…?"
  568. >Flurry thoughtfully strokes her chin.
  569. >"Well, technically, it's the first one—since I fired it at you it hours ago."
  570. >Luster blinks dumbfoundedly—then, her eyes slowly widen in fear.
  571.  
  572. >Flurry continues, cheerfully affirming her bestie's worst fears:
  573. >"Do you remember? It was back when you had so *wickedly* violated my beloved Master's mind and body…"
  574. >Clambering off of her bed, Flurry positions herself right in front of Luster's bound body; the unicorn's palpitating pupils track her friend's every move.
  575. >Sitting down on her haunches, Flurry fixes upon Luster with an icy smile.
  576. >"…and when I blasted you with the very same Love Cage curse that I had just told you about a few moments ago~"
  577. >With shaking pupils, shuddering breaths, and a desperately struggling body under your own—Luster hisses at Flurry:
  578. >"Y-you…i-it was you…!"
  579. >"It was~!"
  580. >Luster grits her teeth.
  581. >"F-flurry, you—a-agh!"
  582. >Luster's emergent retort is swiftly silenced as you reach down with your left hand and casually grope at her spilled-out bellyfat.
  583. >As your spread fingers freely sink into her flab, you find that it's just as pleasantly pliant as you remember it.
  584. >And yet, now that you're no longer under this unicorn's thrall—she somehow feels even *more* satisfying to fondle.
  585. >"Grr—!"
  586. >You can feel Luster's fierce amber glare upon your person—and so you awkwardly clear your throat.
  587. "Oh, sorry. Couldn't help myself."
  588. >With an impish grin upon your face, you give her protruding pudge a playful slap, eliciting a full-body shiver and a hiss from her.
  589. "Ah, how I've *missed* this body of yours."
  590. >"But you won't have to miss her any more, Master," Flurry chimes in, "not once you've made her your second slave, that is~"
  591. >"S-second…?"
  592. "Mm, yes. About that…"
  593. >Your gaze shifts downwards to Luster's mind control collar, which is now firmly fitted around her neck.
  594. >As you've seen countless times before—it's a black strap with spherically cut crimson gemstones embedded into it.
  595. >However, it's also very visible—and not melded into her flesh in the slightest.
  596. "…I can't help but notice that our slave isn't feeling very, well, 'slavey.' The collar's still visible around her neck—" You lightly tap the back of her collar. "—and Luster down here's *still* giving me the evil eye."
  597. >Flurry huffs and glowers at Luster.
  598. >"Lustie, stop giving Master dirty looks! You're making him upset!"
  599. >Luster blinks bewilderedly, her expression one of utter exasperation.
  600. >"F-flurry…"
  601. >Luster casts her shaky gaze towards her two-faced friend.
  602. >"You…y-you're under his control, aren't you? P-please, Flurry, you have to fight it! Y-you have to—"
  603. >"Correct."
  604. >"H-huh…?"
  605. >"I *am* under his control."
  606. >With a sadistically sinister grin upon her face, Flurry slips a forehoof under Luster's chin and props her head up.
  607. >"And I *love* it~"
  608. >Flurry takes her hoof away and takes a step back, letting Luster's chin listlessly flop down onto the duvet.
  609. >"Soon, you will too."
  610.  
  611. >Luster whimpers with dread.
  612. >"On that note—" Flurry smiles up at you. "—may we proceed with the next part of Lustie's initiation, Master? I really want to show you just how skilled I can be with my magic!"
  613. "Please do." You nod. "I prefer it when my slaves can *properly* enjoy what's to cum."
  614. >Pun intended.
  615. >Flurry titters.
  616. >"You're so thoughtful, Master! That's why I love you~!"
  617. >Turning her eyes back to Luster, Flurry's horn begins to glow a curious colour—light blue.
  618. >Luster's eyes widen in fear.
  619. >"Wh-what are you…?"
  620. >"Just relax, Lustie. I'll have you ready and willing for Master in no time~"
  621. >Luster winces as her amber irises begin to flicker the same blue hue as Flurry's intriguing magic.
  622. >"A-ah! No!" she yelps. "Flurry! Stop it! Please stop it!"
  623. >"No can do, Lustie~"
  624. >Luster redoubles her efforts to try and break free from underneath your body, squirming and struggling with renewed resolve.
  625. >Unfortunately for her: you're a full-grown human—while she's a chubby, sedentary unicorn with bound limbs and blocked magic.
  626. >Without a shadow of a doubt, you hold the advantage here.
  627. >"N-no…no! Stop! S-stop, I…I…!"
  628. >Curtailing her convulsions, Luster opts to instead clench her eyes shut.
  629. >Flurry simply giggles, horn still held aglow.
  630. >"Lustie, that's not gonna stop my magic from coming through, you know~"
  631. >As if to affirm Flurry's claim, Luster grits her teeth in tensed trepidation.
  632. >"T-tch…!"
  633.  
  634. >Yet this unicorn is nothing if not persistent.
  635. >In one last, truly *desperate* bid for defiance, Luster's eyes shoot open—
  636. >And she screams at the top of her lungs:
  637. >"SOMEPONY! ANYPONY! HELP! HELP! I—TH-THE PRINCESS IS UNDER ATTACK BY AN INTRUDER! SEND HELP! RAISE THE ALARM! SOMEPONY…!"
  638. >Flurry recoils at the sudden sound of her captive's booming voice, momentarily stopping her spell.
  639. >You recoil in much the same way—though you make sure to hold your position.
  640. >Flurry looks at you; you look at her.
  641. >Both of your mouths hang agape for a couple of seconds.
  642. >And then the two of you snort out a laugh in unison.
  643. "Pfft…"
  644. >"Ehehe~!"
  645. >"Wh-what!? "Wh-what's so funny?!" Luster snaps at the both of you. "Th-the guards w-will…they'll…!"
  646. >"Oh, Lustie…"
  647. >Using her left forehoof, Flurry blithely boops Luster's nose, causing the unicorn's face to scrunch up.
  648. >"…I soundproofed this room ages ago~"
  649. >Gaze flickering, Luster holds eye contact with Flurry for several speechless seconds.
  650. >But as the gravitas of her own hopeless situation slowly starts to sink into her noggin, you can feel Luster's defiance leave her body through your fingertips.
  651. >Her head listlessly drops down onto the duvet, and she begins weakly sobbing into the sheets.
  652. >…Part of you wonders if you even *need* to physically restrain her while she's like this.
  653. >Still, you'd better stay diligent, just in case.
  654. >You'd already underestimated this unicorn once before—you can't afford to slip up a second time.
  655. >Thus, you endeavour to keep Luster's pony body pinned underneath your human weight, pre-emptively quashing any rebellious movements that may arise.
  656.  
  657. >Flurry's horn lights up once again as she gradually pours more and more of her blue magic into Luster's mind.
  658. >Unable to resist in any meaningful way, Luster can only groan in groggy discomfort, while her amber eyes recurrently and ephemerally pulse blue.
  659. >And as Flurry continues to channel her spell, the intervals between these coloured pulses steadily shorten—slowly overwriting Luster's natural eye colour with this invasive blue pigment.
  660. >"Flurry…p-please…" Luster weakly pleads. "Please don't do this…"
  661. >In response, Flurry simply offers a sympathetic smile to her ailing friend.
  662. >"Lustie…I know you're scared right now, but trust me: this is what's best for you—this is what's best for all of us."
  663. >"Uuugh…"
  664. >At this point, Luster's struggles have essentially ceased; with her mind being forced into placidity by Flurry's calming magic, her body has no choice but to follow suit.
  665. >…
  666. >'Calming magic?' Is that what this is?
  667. >All this time—you never thought to query Flurry on the specifics of what she's actually casting.
  668. >Huh.
  669. >Well, now's a good a time as any, you suppose.
  670. "By the way, Flurry."
  671. >"Yes, Master?"
  672. "What's up with that blue magic of yours? Thought your horn's aura was yellow."
  673. >Flurry nods.
  674. >"Mm, that's right. Normally, the colour of my magic is yellow, but this…"
  675. >She looks up at her bluely glowing horn.
  676. >"…this magic comes directly from the Crystal Heart—my birthright."
  677. >You raise an intrigued eyebrow.
  678. "The Crystal Heart, eh…"
  679. >It is the beating heart of this castle—and of the very city itself.
  680. >And as a Princess of Love connected to Crystal Heart via the magical marks on her flanks—it's no wonder Flurry is able to harness its power as her own.
  681. "So, what's the difference between this magic and your usual spellcraft?"
  682. >"While I can still use my regular magic just fine…"
  683. >To illustrate her point, the aura around her horn very briefly swaps to light yellow—before switching back to light blue.
  684. >"…the magic that originates from the Crystal Heart specialises in manipulating matters relating to our hearts. With it, I can convince Lustie to accept her feelings for you—and willingly embrace her destiny as your obedient slave."
  685. "That's…"
  686. >Mildly terrifying.
  687. "…quite the unique birthright you've got there."
  688. >She titters.
  689. >"And it's all thanks to the everlasting bond between *our* hearts that I can freely access its power, Master~"
  690. "Mm, I see."
  691. >Manipulating minds is one thing—but manipulating hearts?
  692. >That's on a whole extra level of violation.
  693. >But as a highly motivated, power-hungry mindslaver—it's one that you're all for.
  694.  
  695. >There's just one more matter you'd like to iron out while you're here:
  696. "And you're absolutely sure that this'll work?"
  697. >Flurry lightly tilts her head.
  698. >"Mhm?"
  699. "Back when Cozy handed—er—hoofed me the first collar, she said that the recipient needed to be relaxed in order to be placed under its influence."
  700. >Luster, as she is right now, offers very little in the way of physical resistance.
  701. >However, she still feebly squirms and weakly grunts underneath your body, making her mental pushback very much known.
  702. >Thus, with an idle twirl of your left wrist, you continue:
  703. "You say that you can 'convince' Luster to accept her role as my slave."
  704. >Lowering your left hand, you tentatively tap the still-corporeal collar around Luster's neck.
  705. "Will this enable the collar to subjugate her mind—despite her current state?"
  706. >"Of course, Master." Flurry emphatically nods. "All she needs to do is stop offering any kind of resistance; take it from me, once Lustie accepts her new lot in life, she'll fall under the collar's spell and become your loyal slave—no problem!"
  707. >Considering Flurry has firsthoof experience when it comes to being brainwashed by magical collars, you suppose her word on the matter is as good as it gets.
  708. >And she has no reason to lie to you—not when the two of you have come this far.
  709. "Very well, then."
  710. >Throwing a glance down at Luster's somewhat-vacant expression, you can see that her blue eyes are now occasionally flashing amber.
  711. >"Oh, not much longer now!" Flurry cheerily muses as she looks over her entranced friend.
  712. >"Uuugh…" Luster groans.
  713. >Leaning in and reaching out with her right forehoof, Flurry delicately rubs around the underside of Luster's chin.
  714. >"Give in, Lustie," she coos. "Just give in to my spell~"
  715. >Luster's eyelids feebly flicker, and her breathing slightly hitches.
  716. >"Nnngh…Flurry…A-anon…"
  717. >Flurry continues to caress the area around Luster's neck.
  718. >"Yes…that's right. You, me, Anon—the three of us, living happily together…"
  719. >"Mmmrgh…"
  720. >Inspired by Flurry's tender touch, you lighten your right-handed grip upon Luster's head; then, you gently ruffle through her tussled orange mane.
  721. >"Uunngg…"
  722. >"Oh! Great idea, Master!" Flurry nods at you. "With the two of us working together to wear Lustie down—she'll be under our spell in no time~"
  723. "Mm."
  724. >As you continue to run your fingers through Luster's horsey hair, you note its distinctive texture:
  725. >Coarsely wiry, slick with grease, and clumped up in far too many places to count.
  726. >You swear it was like this when you got here.
  727. >Really, though—this mare could certainly stand to take better care of her mane.
  728. >It's something to consider for the future—after you've broken in her mind, of course.
  729.  
  730. >Half a minute passes, and Luster's rebellious struggles have relegated themselves to the occasional bodily twitch and habitual droning groan.
  731. >You can almost *smell* her submission.
  732. >…On second thought, that may simply be the stench of her unwashed mare musk.
  733. >Something else to consider for the future, you reckon.
  734. >Now that Flurry's magic has secured a firm foothold in her friend's mind, you observe how Luster's blue eyes only rarely flicker into defiant amber hue.
  735. >Just a little more…
  736. >Hm.
  737. >Realising that your left hand is currently free to do whatever it wants, you move it up to the left side of her head.
  738. >Perhaps a tried and true Handyman special will help push her over the edge.
  739. >You carefully trail your fingers over to the oh-so-sensitive spot just behind Luster's left ear—
  740. >And you deliver unto her some gentle ear scritches.
  741. >"A-ah…!"
  742. >She tenses up, sharply inhaling.
  743. >You scritch her some more.
  744. >She sighs, softly exhaling.
  745. >"A-aah…"
  746. >With her neck rubbed, mane stroked, and ear scratched—Luster's already frazzled mind is quickly overrun with overbearingly soothesome sensations.
  747. >Her moribund mental barriers soon melt away into naught, giving Flurry's Spell of Heart ample opportunity to permeate the unicorn's now-malleable mind.
  748. >As her once-widened eyes droop into a more slackened state, Luster slowly and serenely succumbs to Flurry's light-blue magic.
  749. >All traces of amber leave her sullen sights as her very own independence is gently stolen away from her.
  750. >A few seconds pass, and—as if to signify the success of your Queen's magic—Luster's emotionless eyes begin to pulse and glow that very same shade of subdued blue.
  751. >Taking the chance to slacken your hold on this mollified mare, your right hand now laxly lies on top of Luster's head, while your left hand idly thumbs at her accessorised neck.
  752. "Hm…"
  753. >Indeed, despite her utter entrancement, the collar is still there.
  754. >You toss a glance towards Flurry, whose horn is still aglow with blue light.
  755. "So, what's next?"
  756. >Flurry nods to you.
  757. >"Now that my magic has taken root in her mind, we can finally speak directly to Lustie's heart—and we'll be able to hear her honest feelings towards you."
  758. "Honest feelings, eh…"
  759. >You decide to sit back and let your Queen do her thing.
  760. >As her horn swells with even more cerulean energy, Flurry further leans in towards Luster, positioning her snout mere inches away from her bestie's.
  761. >Gazing down upon both the unicorn and the alicorn, you note that their eyes now share the very same hue of blue.
  762. >However, there is a key difference between the two: Flurry's eyes shimmer with soft servility—while Luster's pulse with pressured prostration.
  763.  
  764. >"Luuustiiieee?" Flurry airily addresses her friend. "Can you hear me?"
  765. >"Uuunhhh…"
  766. >Luster takes a sluggishly slow blink.
  767. >"F-flurry…?" she speaks with a disoriented tone. "Where…where am I…?"
  768. >"You're in a safe place, Lustie. There's no need to worry."
  769. >With her forehoof still extended, Flurry gives Luster's neck another loving rub.
  770. >"Anon's here too~"
  771. >Luster's soporific eyes shoot straight open.
  772. >"A-anon…?"
  773. >Luster's head suddenly swivels from side to side, prompting Flurry to both retrieve her hoof from her friend's face and take a couple of steps back.
  774. >"Wh-where…?" she gasps out. "Where is he…?"
  775. >Luster's strained struggles resume in earnest, compelling you to renew your hold on the mare.
  776. >Thankfully, her magical restraints have continued to remain in place, so you don't have to expend much energy in keeping her movements at a minimum.
  777. >This time, however, you can feel that her squirming resistance is not one born of desperate defiance—but of pleading *need.*
  778. >Your eyes flit to Flurry.
  779. >She gives you a nod.
  780. >You nod back.
  781. >And so you carefully lower your face down to Luster's left ear and whisper:
  782. "I'm right here, Luster."
  783. >Luster's breath hitches.
  784. >"A-ah…"
  785. >Running your fingers through her matted mane, you whisper into her ear once more:
  786. "Right here…"
  787. >You pull away from her left ear, letting your face hover several inches above the back of her head.
  788. >With a twitchy flick of her left ear, she rolls her head onto its right side.
  789. >Gazing straight upwards, her left eye—blue as the boundless sea—shakily strains itself to look up at you.
  790. >"A-anon…"
  791. >You silently smile at her.
  792. >She deeply inhales and exhales through her nostrils a few times.
  793. >"…Anon…mm…"
  794. >With your right hand, you continue to slowly stroke through her flame-coloured mane, gingerly working your fingers around the knots and clumps that have built up over time.
  795. >Maintaining eye contact with you, she takes a saliva-laden gulp, and her agitated struggles under your body steadily abate.
  796. >The sight of her becalmed body fills you with a strong sense of triumph—you find yourself fighting the urge to widen your smile even further.
  797. >Truth be told, you weren't expecting your Masterly mug to pacify her in such a strong way.
  798. >She must be in quite the emotionally vulnerable state to see you as a source of solace throughout all of this—especially after everything that's happened.
  799. >Flurry's magic truly works in mysterious ways.
  800. >However, despite Luster's docile demeanour—the controlling collar around her neck remains woefully inert.
  801. >And that means there's still work to be done.
  802. >Well, it's either that—or Cozy hoofed you a faulty collar.
  803. >But you prefer to remain optimistic.
  804.  
  805. >"Lustie…"
  806. >Using her light-blue magic, Flurry gently tilts Luster's head so that the unicorn can look the alicorn in the eyes.
  807. >Blue meets blue, and princess addresses prodigy:
  808. >"You *really* like Anon, don't you?"
  809. >"I…"
  810. >Luster blinks, takes another gulp, and nods.
  811. >"…I-I do…"
  812. >She pauses for a second, imbued blue eyes quietly glimmering in the quaint bedroom air.
  813. >"…I love him."
  814. >"And how long have you loved him, Lustie?"
  815. >"Since…since the beginning. Since we first met."
  816. >"I see…"
  817. >Flurry nods to herself a few times, before continuing:
  818. >"Tell us, then. Tell us exactly how he made you feel—and start from the beginning."
  819. >"O-okay…"
  820. >You can't help but lean forward slightly, having found piquant intrigue within Luster's untold tale.
  821. >She's loved you from the "beginning?"
  822. >Now this—you have to hear.
  823. >Luster's tone is jittery, yet earnest:
  824. >"…Back then, I always thought studying was the most important thing in life; relationships, e-especially romantic ones, were never something I seriously considered."
  825. >She briefly closes her eyes.
  826. >"But that all changed about a year ago…when I saw him…"
  827. >After taking a deep breath, she slowly opens her eyes.
  828. >"…Anon."
  829.  
  830. >Though neither you nor your Queen ordered it so, you can see Luster's lips subtly curl up into a nostalgic smile as she openly reminisces about her past:
  831. >"He was strange-looking, and lost, and l-lonely, and…and cute…"
  832. >Luster's innermost thoughts and feelings are laid bare before prying ears—and it's all thanks to the pervasive persuasion of Flurry's spell.
  833. >"He…he needed a helping hoof to get his bearings in this world, s-so I did what anypony would do: I gave him that helping hoof and helped him settle in—find his own place."
  834. >Her gaze falls down to the duvet.
  835. >"After that, I'd…I'd sure to check up on him every now and again—make sure…make sure he was doing alright. I hung out with him whenever I could find the time to. I…I wanted to know everything about him…"
  836. >She lets out a deeply wistful sigh.
  837. >"…it didn't take long before I wanted him to know more about *me* as well—I-I wanted to be a part of his new life here in Equestria. I really did…"
  838. >You feel something soft brushing against your back.
  839. >"So…so I started leaving…'hints' whenever we were together—hoping he'd pick up on them."
  840. >As if on cue, she woozily wriggles her body underneath yours.
  841. >"I'd…I'd rub my whole body against his legs when he wasn't looking…"
  842. >It doesn't feel like she's trying to escape—however, you are able to keenly feel her rump wiggling in between your thighs.
  843. >"…and hike my tail all the way up when he *was* looking…"
  844. >That soft "something" brushing against your back makes its presence even more known, turning from tentative to tickly.
  845. >"…making sure to show him that I was interested."
  846. >Whatever that "something" is, you can feel it slowly snake around your right side and wrap around your stomach.
  847. "Hm?"
  848. >Interest piqued, you straighten out your back and look down along your torso.
  849. >It's her tail.
  850. "Ah."
  851. >Luster's fuzzy tail has somehow coiled around your abdomen whilst you were unawares.
  852. >You suppose that makes sense; after all, you made no effort to restrain that part of her body.
  853. >But…damn.
  854. >Pony tails can be surprisingly prehensile when they want to be; it's actually quite unnerving.
  855. >It's a good thing she hasn't tried to strangle you with it.
  856. >You flash a concerned glance towards Flurry—who, thankfully, is already on the case.
  857. >Briefly swapping back to her "normal" yellow-tinted magic, Flurry delicately untangles Luster's tail from your torso.
  858. >Flurry then applies an additional restraint to the unicorn's bound body, affixing a rigid light-yellow ring around Luster's tail dock to prevent any further furtivity.
  859. >Once that's done, Luster lets out another sigh.
  860. >"But…no matter what I did or said," she continues, "he would never spare me a second glance. It almost felt like I was invisible to him at times."
  861. >A sentimental frown forms on her face.
  862. >"In the end, I had to leave him behind and return to Canterlot so I could finish my school semester."
  863.  
  864. >…
  865. >Tail troubles aside, you have been following Luster's story to the letter.
  866. >And…honestly, there is a part of you that *does* feel some sympathy towards the mare you had unknowingly overlooked during your early event-filled days in Equestria—
  867. >That is, once you look past the attempted mind rape, wilful disregard for personal hygiene, and general raunchiness.
  868. >Still, it's not like either of you can go back in time to do things any differently.
  869. >You'll just have to make up for your past negligence in a most-Masterly manner.
  870. >And what better way to do so—than to enslave her *extra* tenderly in the here and now?
  871. >"So what happened next, Lustie?" Flurry asks.
  872. >"Once I made it back to Canterlot, I went straight back to my studies."
  873. >Luster pauses for a second.
  874. >"But I…I wanted to know where I went wrong. I wanted to know how a mare like me could be with a stallion like him."
  875. >"Mm-hmm." Flurry nods. "And?"
  876. >"So I read…books. I read a lot of books. All kinds of books."
  877. >As Luster continues, you notice her tone growing more gravelly and visceral:
  878. >"And through those books—I learned *exactly* how a whimsical, alien stallion like Anon is *meant* to be treated."
  879. >Her breathing both quickens.
  880. >"He…he needed a *mare* to show him his place. To…*force* him to father some *foals* and become a *proper* househusband…"
  881. >Through snarled teeth, her next line comes off as more of a beastly growl:
  882. >"…I knew that I had to make him *mine.*"
  883. >You blink dumbfoundedly.
  884. >Just what the hell was this mare reading over at Canterlot?
  885. >Fully flaring out her nostrils, Luster huffs into the duvet, breathing both heavily and heatedly.
  886. >You steady your grip on her just in case she tries to break free.
  887. >"…When I saw him again in that massage parlour after about a year—when he didn't even recognise me—I knew I had to make my move."
  888. >She lets out a steamily mareish snort.
  889. >"Knew I had to *thoroughly* stake my claim on him so neither of you two could get any ideas."
  890. >Flurry tilts her head.
  891. >"'Us two?'"
  892. >Luster's blue eyes make sharp contact with Flurry's.
  893. >"That's right. You. You and Cozy. I saw the way you two were looking at him—I saw how you let him grope at your wings without a care."
  894. >"Hm…"
  895. >Flurry casually unfurls one of said wings, soon bringing it up to her face so she can idly examine it.
  896. >Her eyes then drift up to yours.
  897. >She flashes you a sultry smile—fluttering eyelids and all.
  898. >You flash her one right back—wiggling eyebrows included.
  899. >She titters, covering her snout up with her wing.
  900. >Man, she's cute.
  901. >"…It should be me standing where you are right now," Luster suddenly speaks up.
  902. >Lowering her wing, Flurry casts Luster a curious look.
  903. >"Hm? Say again?"
  904. >"You don't deserve him. I'm the one who saw him first. I'm the one who helped him out. I'm the reason he got where is today."
  905. >Even through her wholly hypnotised state, Luster manages to let out a snort of indignance.
  906. >"He belongs to *me*—not you."
  907.  
  908. >Flurry recoils at her friend's words, blinking a few times.
  909. >"Oh…"
  910. >Then, her face steadily falls into a frown.
  911. >"…but he's *not* yours, is he?"
  912. >"He… H-he should…"
  913. >Luster trails off, her flickering blue gaze beginning to lose focus as she struggles to stare Flurry down.
  914. >That burst of bellicosity from seconds ago is all but gone now.
  915. >And yet…it appears her words have struck a chord in your Queen all the same.
  916. >Something slowly shifts in Flurry's once-calm countenance.
  917. >You see her take a purposeful step forward.
  918. >You see her furrowed frown further twist into a sinister snarl.
  919. >And you see her eyes—
  920. >You see her eyes glow a cruel crimson.
  921. >Her horn's magical aura soon changes to match that very same glow.
  922. >The sight makes to arch a concerned eyebrow.
  923. "Flurry…?"
  924. >"G-ghk—!" Luster suddenly grunts out in sharp pain.
  925. >She shuts her eyes, wincing in agony and timorously shaking her head.
  926. >"F-flurry…!" Luster shrilly whines. "i-it hurts…!"
  927. >"Good," Flurry spits back. "You *deserve* to hurt."
  928. >The crackling crimson skewer atop her head spews spite and sputters scorn.
  929. >"That—and so much more."
  930. >It bears endless enmity towards those it deems its enemy.
  931. >"Because he's *my* Master, Lustie—*my* King."
  932. >"A-aah…!" Luster weakly whimpers out.
  933. >"So GET that through your THICK head, YOU—"
  934. >Quickly reaching out with your right hand, you firmly grasp Flurry's red-hot sizzling horn.
  935. >It burns.
  936. "Flurry, stop!"
  937. >"Ah—!" Flurry gasps out.
  938. >…
  939. >Wrapping your fleshy fingers around a spiralling spike that pulsates pure malice is *definitely* up there on the list of most moronic things you've ever done.
  940. >Yet you found yourself compelled to do so nonetheless.
  941. >For you recall having witnessed that very same shade of crimson when, several hours ago, Flurry had to wrap you up within her wings.
  942. >You were forced to experience each emotion within that magical malignance—and you were able to understand every one.
  943. >Thus, there was a part of you that realised—or simply hoped—that it wouldn't harm you if you reached out to it.
  944. >…
  945. >Well, you're not dead, at least.
  946. >Unclenching your eyes and butt both, you gaze at the princess standing by the bedside.
  947. >Flurry stares back at you, wide-eyed with light-blue hues.
  948. >You notice that you're still gripping her horn—which is mercifully now inactive.
  949. >So you let go of it.
  950. >Thankfully, your hand bears no burn marks or anything of the sort.
  951. >"M-master," Flurry mutters "I-I…"
  952. >She bows her head in shame, shutting her eyes.
  953. >"I'm sorry. I-I don't know what came over me."
  954. >A brief sigh escapes your lips, but it's not one of disappointment.
  955. >Leaning forward, you pet through her mane with the same hand you used to stop her horn.
  956. "It's okay, Flurry."
  957. >She looks up at you with a thankful smile.
  958. >You would be lying if Flurry's emotional outburst didn't give you ample room for concern.
  959. >But…
  960. >Hearts can be fickle things sometimes.
  961.  
  962. >Retrieving your hand and leaning back into a more neutral position, you look down at Luster.
  963. >Her body weakly squirms underneath your own, while her face is contorted in deep discomfort.
  964. >The visceral anger has passed—yet the pangs of pain still remain.
  965. >Lifting your head, you throw a glance towards Flurry.
  966. "Hey, Flurry, take a breather."
  967. >Raising your right wrist, you wave her off to the side.
  968. "I'll handle things from here."
  969. >She makes a solemn nod.
  970. >"As you wish, Master."
  971. >She steps over to the right, moving away from Luster's field of view.
  972. >With the threat of a princess-powered mind crushing now no more, you lower your face down to Luster's right ear and whisper:
  973. "Hey, you still with us, Luster?"
  974. >Her ear flicks.
  975. >"…Nngh…" she lowly groans.
  976. "It's me, Anon."
  977. >"Ah… An…an…"
  978. >Her eyes slowly open.
  979. >"A-anon…"
  980. "Yeah…I'm here…" you say, lifting your head up and away from hers.
  981. >Luster follows the sound of your voice, once again tilting her head onto its right side.
  982. >And much like before, she turns her gaze upwards, soon sighting your smiling face above hers.
  983. >"Anon…"
  984. >Her eyes glow blue, indicating that she's still under the effects of Flurry's hypnotic spell.
  985. >Perfect.
  986. "That's right…"
  987. >The bustling of her body slowly abates as she takes you in with her eyes.
  988. >Using your right hand, you gently scritch around her scalp, ruffling her loopy mane as you do.
  989. "How are you feeling?"
  990. >Briefly closing her eyes, she drones out a groaning hum—followed by a sharp, hissing wince.
  991. >"…Head hurts…"
  992. "I see."
  993. >With your right thumb, you gently massage around her left temple, and she opens her eyes once again.
  994. "Well, do your best to hang in there, alright?"
  995. >Not that she has a choice.
  996. >"Uurgh…"
  997. >Her mane is still matted; that won't do.
  998. >In lieu of bringing along a proper manebrush, you decide to put your right hand to more work; using your practised fingers, you start clearing out your soon-to-be-slave's tangles and knots.
  999. >As you do so, you note how, despite how utterly disorienting her hypnotic trance must be, Luster's shaky gaze remains steadfastly focused on you.
  1000. >And that's exactly what you want.
  1001. "Hey," you carefully address her, "you like me taking care of you like this?"
  1002. >"Taking care…?"
  1003. >Her eye drifts towards your hand that's tenderly combing through her messily matted mane.
  1004. >"Ah…"
  1005. >Sealing the deal, you move your left hand down to just under her chin and scritch around her neck.
  1006. >Closing her eyes, she breathily coos in response.
  1007. "Nice, isn't it?"
  1008. >"Mm…" She reopens her eyes. "…it's nice…"
  1009. "Wouldn't you like to enjoy this every day?"
  1010. >"Every day…?"
  1011.  
  1012. >You continue to delicately run your fingers through those greasy follicles of hers.
  1013. "Me, stroking your mane…caring for you…"
  1014. >"I…"
  1015. >Her eyes thoughtfully drift to the side, and she lets out a wistful sigh.
  1016. >"I would like that…"
  1017. "Why stop at merely liking it?"
  1018. >"Huh…?"
  1019. "This comfy, relaxing lifestyle with the stallion you love…it can all be yours, Luster."
  1020. >Her eyes widen slightly.
  1021. >"It…it can…?"
  1022. "Mm-hmm." You nod. "If it's what you truly desire, then I'll give it to you."
  1023. >Pausing for a brief second, you watch as her topmost ear perks up at attention.
  1024. >Then, you continue:
  1025. "You only need to do one simple thing for me."
  1026. >After taking a slow blink, Luster's gaze drifts up to your own.
  1027. >"What…what is it…?"
  1028. >You flash her a gentle smile.
  1029. "All you have to do is submit."
  1030. >Her brows loosely knit.
  1031. >"Sub…submit…?"
  1032. "That's right. Submit to me."
  1033. >Your face lowers, your smile widens, your tone sharpens:
  1034. "Become my slave. Accept me as your Master."
  1035. >Her eyes flicker—and the red gemstones embedded in her collar begin to steadily pulsate.
  1036. >"As your…as your…submit…"
  1037. >Your Masterly words steadily worm their way into her psyche, slowly but surely bringing her under your dominion.
  1038. >Everything is going according to plan.
  1039. "Yes. Submit to me, your Master."
  1040. >"I…mm…submit to…mm…"
  1041. >She closes her eyes, groaning:
  1042. >"Nngh…rrgh…"
  1043. >Using both of your hands, you offer her more consolatory neck scritches and mollient mane massages.
  1044. "Go on, Luster. You're so close. So close to accepting my authority and living the life you've always dreamed of."
  1045. >"Mmg…mnrgh…"
  1046. >In an attempt to seal the deal, you repeat yourself:
  1047. "Submit."
  1048. >"Submit to…Mah…Mahs…aaah…"
  1049. >The pulsations of her collar quicken.
  1050. >Your smile grows more confident—for you know that it's only a matter of time now.
  1051. >It's been a long and mentally draining journey upon this roller coaster of ever-changing control—
  1052. >But soon—very soon—this stinky unicorn will finally become *yours.*
  1053. >"Mahs…suuh…rgh…nn…"
  1054. >She slowly shakes her head.
  1055. >"No…no, this…this isn't right… I…I can't submit to you…"
  1056. >Much to your surprise, the glow of her collar begins decreasing in intensity.
  1057. >It's as if…it's losing strength?
  1058. "Hm?"
  1059. >You arch an eyebrow.
  1060. >She's resisting? Even now?
  1061. >How?
  1062. >Through squinted eyes and an entirely unforeseen strength of will, Luster continues:
  1063. >"You…you're supposed to…to submit to me…"
  1064. >You furrow your brows.
  1065. "And what makes you think that?"
  1066. >Her breathing hastens.
  1067. >"You're a…weak, endangered, exotic stallion… You don't know any better… A strong mare needs to…needs to put you in your place before you…before you hurt yourself…"
  1068. >Her eyes suddenly shoot open, as do her nostrils begin to wildly flare in and out.
  1069. >You also feel her body start to squirm under your weight.
  1070.  
  1071. >Feeling a stark sense of danger coming from this mare, you quickly move your left hand away from her chin.
  1072. >"You…you need to be tamed…!" she raggedly gasps out. "Y-you need to be claimed…! It's the only way…!"
  1073. >The once-glowing gemstones embedded within her collar completely dim—becoming devoid of any crimson dominance.
  1074. >And if that wasn't bothersome enough, Luster's defiant squirms swiftly turn to frenzied thrashes as she attempts to break free and exert this "claim" of hers over you.
  1075. >She grunts and snorts, maintaining staunch eye contact with you the entire time.
  1076. >"Let me claim you…! Let me claim…!"
  1077. >Thankfully, both Flurry's restraints and your right-handed grip continue to keep Luster securely locked in place.
  1078. >Alas, despite her disadvantage, Luster offers no end of resistance towards the forces that bind her.
  1079. >With your right hand firmly pressing her face into the duvet, you watch as her inhibited horn continually sparks up, trying and failing to cast troublesome spellcraft.
  1080. "Huh…"
  1081. >It's all starting to make sense now—the reason why she's still hasn't fallen under the collar's Spell of Submission.
  1082. >Luster's innate desire to *dominate* you is just that strong.
  1083. >You'd wager that there's no chance in hell of her accepting you as her Master while she's like this.
  1084. >After all, she wants to make you *hers* just as much as you want to make her *yours*—perhaps even more so.
  1085. >This is inconvenient.
  1086. >But not insurmountable.
  1087. >In order to *properly* claim this mare instead of the other way around: you're gonna have to break her down.
  1088. >Which means you're gonna have to remind her of her rightful place under you.
  1089. "And how exactly *do* you plan to 'claim' me, Luster?"
  1090. >She heatedly huffs.
  1091. >"I'll run my magic through your mind… Get you squealing just like you did hours ago…!"
  1092. >She whinnies against the sheets, while her horn violently vibrates with all that menacing magic she's failing to cast.
  1093. >"Get your body addicted to mine…! Gonna make your humie penis submit to my mare pussy…!"
  1094. >You match her rebellious energy with a calm comportment.
  1095. "Oh, is that right?"
  1096. >She bucks her rump up into your groin, almost making you feel like you're on a impromptu rodeo.
  1097. >"Once you're inside of me…you'll never be able to go back to another mare…!"
  1098. "You sound pretty confident about that."
  1099.  
  1100. >At this point, it's worth re-establishing your current clothing situation—or, more accurately, the near-lack of one.
  1101. >With only a snug pair of white boxers worn upon your person, you are ready to go commando at a moment's notice.
  1102. >And now's the perfect time.
  1103. "Say, Luster," you address her, "why don't we let our bodies speak for themselves?"
  1104. >Slipping your left thumb underneath the hem, you slide your boxers down to knee-level.
  1105. >Freed from its fabricky restraints, your raw meat springs to action—already anticipating the fun to come.
  1106. >You then shuffle backwards, moving your right hand away from her head and lifting your rump up off of hers, and you soon position yourself directly behind her rear end.
  1107. >Now sitting up on your knees, you rest your right hand upon her right flank as you gaze upon her goods.
  1108. "I'll go ahead and stick this 'humie penis' of mine inside your 'mare pussy'…"
  1109. >Using your left hand, you carefully guide your dick—currently *engorged* with dominant desire—up to the puffy lips of her pony pussy.
  1110. "…and we'll see if I submit to you completely—as you say."
  1111. >Luster responds with a noise that you'd wager is a cross-breed between a growling neigh and a snorting snarl.
  1112. >You slowly rub your tip against the perimeter of her vulva, wryly chuckling to yourself.
  1113. "I'm not hearing a no…"
  1114. >She mareishly huffs in your direction while furiously wriggling her body against yours—attempting to drag you in before the fun can properly begin.
  1115. >"I'm gonna…I'm gonna make you mine…!"
  1116. >She lets out yet another aggressive neigh.
  1117. >"I'm gonna make you mine in front of Flurry…! Gonna make her watch…!"
  1118. >The sudden sound of a loud *STOMP* upon the crystalline floor rings out within the bedchamber.
  1119. >Throwing a glance over to your right side, you glimpse the scowling visage of a furious Flurry Heart, who has one forehoof intently poised in front of the other.
  1120. >Laxly lifting your right hand, you silently signal her to stand down.
  1121. >And with a disgruntled huff of her own, she relents.
  1122. >You smile at her, and then turn your gaze back down to the unicorn underneath you.
  1123. "Very well then, Luster. Let's get started on my 'submission.'"
  1124. >Granting her no opportunity to answer, you promptly spear yourself deep inside of her tunnel, hilting up to her very depths.
  1125. >In doing so, you lean all the way forward so that your body is positioned prone atop hers.
  1126. >Thus, your head hovers above hers, your hands press into the bed just above her magically bound forelegs, your legs lie along her forcibly spread hindlegs—and your pelvis pleasantly presses up against her pliably squishy rump.
  1127. "Phew…"
  1128. >Her hole is warm and wet, just the way you like it.
  1129.  
  1130. >After a quick breather, you quickly get to work on "capitulating" yourself within the insides of her cushy cunt, jackhammering your hips into hers with reckless abandon.
  1131. >And thanks to your efforts, Luster's vocalisations are very soon reduced to aggressively guttural animal grunts.
  1132. >Incoherent though her noises may be—they readily reflect her presumed power over you.
  1133. >Within her muddled mind, she's breaking you in—she's making you a slave to her marehood.
  1134. >It's up to your deft dickwork to dispel those disgraceful delusions of hers.
  1135. >However, as your eager thrusts soon slow down into more languid ones, you begin to suspect that you've made things *too* easy for yourself.
  1136. >There's something…ineptly inert about the state of her insides—they're failing to scratch the masculine *itch* that lurks deep within your loins.
  1137. >She feels completely different to how she was several hours ago.
  1138. >As of this moment, her walls are rubbery and slightly slimy; there's enough lubrication to provide you due passage—but not much else.
  1139. >Her spicy heat seeps deep into your skin—yet her fallow flower fails to follow up on her flaunted fervour.
  1140. >Her walls are waveless, seemingly content to let you do all the work in this erotic exercise.
  1141. >Where are the rippling, flexing contractions that make your knees buckle and your thrusts frenetic?
  1142. >Where is that finely tuned muscle control capable of expertly wringing out your wang?
  1143. >Where are the wet winks that gush over you with glee?
  1144. >They're all gone.
  1145. >Your disappointment is immeasurable—and your dick is ruined.
  1146. >It's to the point that you can even feel yourself softening inside of her.
  1147. >"Ngh…why…?"
  1148. >Letting out a strained gasp, Luster laments the state of her dysfunctional depths:
  1149. >"Wh-why can't I cum…?"
  1150. >Why, she asks?
  1151. >Well, you already know why.
  1152. >The answer, as it so happens, lies rightwards.
  1153. >You toss another glance Flurry's way, noticing how her scowl is slowly twisting into a smirk.
  1154. >Your Queen's smug sense of self-satisfaction couldn't be any more evident—after all, she's the one who caused this.
  1155. >Luster is still under the effects of the "Love Cage" curse that Flurry slapped her with several hours ago.
  1156. >It restricts her rapture—and denies her orgasm—until she *fully* accepts your righteous dominion over her.
  1157. >Alas, as a unicorn utterly inundated in her humie-dominating ways—release will continue to lie just out of reach for her.
  1158. >Still, there's always time for her to have a change of heart regarding the matter.
  1159. >…Well, perhaps not "always"—you recall that the Love Cage also has some rather…concerning effects if left to linger for the long term.
  1160. >However, you intend to properly "cure" this mare before such a sad fate can occur.
  1161.  
  1162. >"Guh…need to…just need to…!"
  1163. >Luster pathetically wiggles her hips against yours, desperate to claim something that was never in the cards to begin with.
  1164. >Her lips are loose. Her walls are weak. Her fluids are feeble.
  1165. >To put it plainly—ploughing her pussy feels more akin to fucking a warm fleshlight than an actual pony.
  1166. >It's just not doing it for you.
  1167. >Truthfully, her inhibited insides aren't the only reason you're so soft about her snatch.
  1168. >In fact, just a couple of weeks ago, this kind of one-sided action would have been *more* than enough to get you off.
  1169. >But now? Having gorged yourself *daily* on the *sumptuous* fruits of an adoring alicorn princess?
  1170. >Why, it's a miracle that you're even still rigid at this point.
  1171. >Flurry's heavenly hole may very well have left you desensitised to the cunts of "regular" mares.
  1172. >You chuckle at the thought.
  1173. >"H-hey…!" Luster breathily barks at you. "What's so…so funny…?! I'm…I'm claiming you…!"
  1174. >Luster's gasping grumble only causes you to chuckle louder.
  1175. >"G-grr…!"
  1176. >In your merriment, you notice Flurry stepping closer to the bedside, soon stopping just slightly to the right of both you and Luster.
  1177. >"Master? Is everything alright?"
  1178. >She speaks to you with a coquettish tone and a sly half-smile upon her lips.
  1179. >She knows; of course she does.
  1180. >You expect nothing less of your Queen.
  1181. "Ah, Flurry. This 'submission' isn't as exciting as I thought it'd be."
  1182. >Flurry lightly titters in response.
  1183. >"Y-you…! Get away…!" Luster snaps at Flurry while aggressively grinding against your groin. "He's mine…! I'm making him mine…!"
  1184. >Flurry regards her bestie with a cold glare before offering you a sympathetic smile.
  1185. >"Oh, Master… It looks like you could use a little energy boost~"
  1186. >Rearing up onto her hindlegs, Flurry places both of her forehooves onto the bed, resting them by your hands.
  1187. >She then leans in towards you, lidding her eyes and puckering up her lips.
  1188. >Luster watches on with wide eyes.
  1189. >"Wh-what are you doing…?" she gasps out.
  1190. >Leaning forward and a little to the right to meet her mouth, you press your lips against Flurry's—
  1191. >And you slowly make out with your mare, inches above Luster's weakly writhing body.
  1192. >"Mm~" Flurry softly moans into your mouth.
  1193. >"Wha…?"
  1194. >An interspecies tongue-wrestling match soon takes place as the two of you sloppily swap saliva.
  1195. >"No…! No, no! Stop that!" Luster wails. "Stop kissing my Anon…! I should be the one kissing him! I should be…!"
  1196. >Pushing Luster's face further into the sheets with your right hand, you completely disregard the despairing unicorn as you continue kissing your pink princess.
  1197.  
  1198. >Through this mouth-to-mouth contact, you can just *taste* how daring Flurry has become as not just your slave—but also as your Queen.
  1199. >Her tongue presses right up against yours, begging its beloved to balance her besottedness with your own.
  1200. >And yet, for all of her forward-facing fervency, her submissive streak is ever so quick to reveal itself as you push back against her tongue—bringing the battle of the taste buds all the way to her tonsils.
  1201. >Her ferocity falters, and you *fiercely* lap at her obedient organ from every angle, delightedly drinking up her delectable domestication.
  1202. >Flurry happily voices her gustatory glee.
  1203. >"Mmph~!"
  1204. >"Ugh…! Ugh…! Stop it…!" another pony pathetically moans.
  1205. >The unicorn underneath you tosses and turns as she stews in her own induced ineptitude; alas, all of her struggles are for naught—as her magical bindings keep her utterly restrained.
  1206. >You mash lips and twine tongues with your alicorn for a little while longer before pulling back.
  1207. >"Mwah~"
  1208. >A thick trail of shared saliva still connects your mouths as you lovingly breathe against the other—faces only mere inches part.
  1209. >The two of you linger high above the trough, ignoring the sea of light sobs that flows below.
  1210. >You stare into the skylike eyes of your princess—ones that have come to display a wholly *natural* subservience to you.
  1211. >Drinking deep of that blue beatitude, you revel in her reverence.
  1212. >An invisible-yet-unbreakable bond connects you both together.
  1213. >Sadly, the physical bond that lies between you is ever so susceptible to gravity's pull—and so, the string of spittle linking your lips together slowly comes to its natural end.
  1214. >Your eyes lazily track your drool's descending movements as it droops down…and down…and down…
  1215. >It eventually lands on the bed's pink duvet—and close to Luster's face.
  1216. >"U-ung…"
  1217. >Luster's puffy, wavering eyes fixate on that newly wettened mark upon the bedspread.
  1218. >With a slow blink, she listlessly inches her snout towards that stain of spit, sticking out her tongue as she does…
  1219. >Alas, her miserly movements are put to a sudden halt by way of magical intervention; Luster's face is held in stasis within a familiar yellow aura—outstretched tongue and all.
  1220. >The derisive sound of a snorting giggle directs your attention up to Flurry, who bears down upon her bestie with a smug grin and a glowing horn.
  1221. >"Oh, Lustie, that's pathetic~"
  1222. >Confidently exhaling through her nose, Flurry turns her gaze over towards her bedside dresser.
  1223. >Using her magic, she opens the top drawer;
  1224. >Retrieves a fresh tissue;
  1225. >Levitates said tissue over to the smear of saliva on her bed;
  1226. >Wipes it off in front of Luster;
  1227. >Floats the used tissue over to an ornate crystal trash can sitting by a forgotten corner of the bedchamber;
  1228. >Dumps it in;
  1229. >And sneers at her best friend.
  1230. >"Pathetic—and yet you're not worthy of even that~"
  1231.  
  1232. >With those scathing words, Flurry releases her magical grip on Luster's head.
  1233. >Mouth limply falling shut, Luster weakly gazes up at the pony she had once fully trusted as a close confidant.
  1234. >These two mares hold eye contact for several seconds, with this tense silence only being broken up by the occasional sniffle from Luster.
  1235. >Flurry sighs, lightly shakes her head, and then turns her gaze over to you.
  1236. >She addresses you with a soft smile and a gentle tone:
  1237. >"Did you enjoy that kiss, Master?"
  1238. "Hm…"
  1239. >Briefly closing your eyes, you swish your thoughts and feelings about in your mouth.
  1240. >You feel *revitalised*—as if you could nut in nine dead fish and still have plenty of pluck left for the tenth.
  1241. >After opening your eyes, you flash Flurry a grin and a nod.
  1242. "Very much so."
  1243. >Despite still being buried inside Luster's catatonic canal—you're now *much* stiffer.
  1244. >However, such energy is wasted on a pony who cannot "perform."
  1245. >Your Queen, quick on her wits, picks up on your predicament almost immediately.
  1246. >She giggles, pushing herself away from the bed.
  1247. >"Then there's more where that came from~"
  1248. >She turns around and saunters several steps away from you.
  1249. >Your gaze can't help but be drawn to her sashaying hips and swaying tail.
  1250. >"After all, Master—you needn't waste your virility on that *pig* of a pony…"
  1251. >She casts you a sly grin from over her withers.
  1252. >"…not when when you have your *Queen* right here~"
  1253. >Flagging up her tail, she winks at you—
  1254. >In both senses of the word.
  1255. "Nnf…" You bite your lip.
  1256. >Well, when a ponyprincess presents herself to you—who are you to say no?
  1257. >With a light grunt, you slowly dislodge yourself from Luster's clammy cunt, meeting very little resistance on the way out.
  1258. >"Wh-wha…what are you doing…?!" Luster gasps.
  1259. >Soon enough, your rigid rod stands loud and proud in the open air, freed from its substandard confines; you note how it almost points towards the mare who *truly* deserves your bounty.
  1260. >"N-no…! Put it back…!" Luster sorely squirms. "I still need to claim you…! S-still need to…!"
  1261. >Your penis pulses with pep—just not for the pony below you.
  1262. >After arching your back out in a much-needed stretch, you shuffle around Luster's bound body and clamber off of the bed.
  1263. >Utilising your dextrous human fingers, you fully remove your boxers—which were still dangling around your knees—and casually toss them off to the side.
  1264. >With both a bare body and a renewed libido, you stroll across the bedside rug and make your way over to Flurry's royal rump.
  1265. >"Nngh…! No! Come back…!" Luster desperately calls out to you. "Come back now…! Anon…!"
  1266. >You ignore her cries, your sights entirely set on the alicorn in front of you.
  1267. >This alicorn happens to be one wholly pleased by your arrival—in more ways than one.
  1268.  
  1269. >"Hehe~" Flurry giggles with a husky confidence. "Oh, Master…"
  1270. >Moving with grace, Flurry lowers herself down to the floor so as to lie on her back.
  1271. >With her hindlegs spread wide, her forelegs outstretched towards you, and a smile as sublimely sultry as ever—she coos out to you:
  1272. >"Take me now—right here on the bedroom floor~"
  1273. "As you wish…"
  1274. >You drop to your knees and shuffle closer to her, sceptre at the ready.
  1275. >Within moments, you have your body lined over hers, your hands resting at her sides—and her forelegs wrapped around your back.
  1276. >You smile back at her, your face a tongue's breadth away from hers.
  1277. "…my Queen."
  1278. >She softly snorts against your face, keeping her nostrils fully flared.
  1279. >The sweet scent of her mare air brushing across your skin invigorates you even further, upgrading your pony piercer into a princess *penetrator.*
  1280. >You prod her pulsing folds with your tip, causing her to hum out a happy moan.
  1281. >Slowly but surely, you sink your length in, getting your head past the lips—
  1282. >"Stop…!" A voice wails a short distance away from you. "Don't you…don't you dare…!"
  1283. >With a light huff on her part, Flurry cranes her neck up over your right shoulder, casting her gaze far behind your person.
  1284. >She soon unfurls both of her wings.
  1285. >Her right wing quickly wraps around your back, providing you with a warm feathery blanket on top of her hoofy embrace.
  1286. >And as for her left wing…
  1287. >It steadily glides down along your body, soon positioning itself just behind your balls—and hovering around the area where your penis is partly buried within her pussy.
  1288. >She then spreads her feathers, completely covering up the sensual sight—and tauntingly hiding it from Luster's prying eyes.
  1289. >You surmise that Flurry intends to leave Luster's vulnerable mind racing as to what's exactly happening behind that wing.
  1290. >Devious.
  1291. >And so, with a sly smirk upon her face, Flurry gently whispers into your right ear:
  1292. >"Claim me, Master~"
  1293. >Words give way to action—as do her velvety walls give way to your thrusting member.
  1294. >You quickly bottom out inside of her depths, letting out a deeply satisfied grunt—
  1295. >"Aaahn~!"
  1296. >—whereas she sounds out a loud *throaty* moan that resonates all throughout the bedchamber.
  1297. >If it wasn't for her soundproofing spell—you're pretty sure that the entire castle residency would hear of the Crown Princess's interspecies debauchery.
  1298.  
  1299. "Phew…"
  1300. >You let out a huff as you bump right up against Flurry's foalfactory.
  1301. >Her homely hole is an auspiciously snug fit for you; it conforms around your manhood, hugging you from every side—yet still providing you with total freedom of movement.
  1302. >"Much better than Lustie's sloppy pighole—right, Master~?"
  1303. "Mm…"
  1304. >Warm and welcoming, your Queen's love canal is the sexual equivalent of taking a week-long retreat to a cosy cabin out in the woodlands.
  1305. >Her tropical tunnel caresses you like a long-lost lover, splashing you with unbridled affection and massaging you with dutiful desire.
  1306. >Even as you slow your movements, her walls don't let up for a second; her comfy cockpocket continues to churns up your rod with convulsing clenches and rippling rubs.
  1307. >In short—perfect.
  1308. "*Much* better."
  1309. >She giggles, giving your back a winged caress.
  1310. >"That's because our bodies are *made* for each other, Master!" she loudly and proudly states. "Nopony is ever going to give you the pleasure that I can~!"
  1311. >With a hearty grunt, you amorously *affirm* her cunty claims, thoroughly pistoning your hips against hers, pulpily plapping her pink pony pussy—and filling up the room's once-gentle ambience with wet-sounding *slap shlick slaps.*
  1312. >The crystalline floor underneath your hands and feet is callously cold, yet the bodily heat that you two freely share is more than enough to beat off any disquieting chills.
  1313. >As you passionately partake in the horizontal mambo with your princess, your head rests upon her right shoulder, while your nose is firmly pressed against her neck—just below the spot where her choker is.
  1314. >You frequently and headily sniff at your Queen's neck, slaking your senses with both her regal scent and her magnificent moans.
  1315. >And while you happily snort up her neck from below, Flurry once again cranes her head up above your right shoulder, fixating her gaze far behind you.
  1316. >You can almost *sense* the snide smirk that Flurry is currently directing towards Luster.
  1317. >Through those unspoken emotions, your Queen's intent is as clear as day.
  1318. >She's sending a message—or rather, multiple messages:
  1319. >Flurry claimed you first;
  1320. >You chose Flurry over Luster;
  1321. >Flurry's body brings you greater pleasure than Luster's ever could.
  1322. >These are just some of the seeds that Flurry seeks to sow into her best friend's impressionable mind.
  1323. >She's establishing a pecking order between human-owned mares—ensuring that she remains a Queen in both title and rank.
  1324. >After all, while Flurry may be your mind-controlled slave, she still has her pride as a royal alicorn.
  1325. >She is a mare that is as vindictive as she is vengeful.
  1326. >And to those who stand between her and her beloved Master, she shows no mercy.
  1327.  
  1328. >Thus, she revels in the act of shattering her friend's fragile will—just as much as she relishes the chance to display her natural superiority over lesser mares.
  1329. >To that end, you can't help but notice that Flurry is moaning louder than she has ever moaned before; her salacious sounds are *wilfully* indulgent in volume—while her words are deliberately chosen to match:
  1330. >"Ahn~! Master! I love you! I love you so much!"
  1331. >"You don't need any other mare while I'm around, Master! Ahn~! You only need me~!"
  1332. >"Just you and me, Master! Ahn~! We'll live together~! Happily. Ever. After~!"
  1333. >She's hamming it up, certainly.
  1334. >But you also know that she means every word.
  1335. >During the time you've spent living with Flurry, you've come to realise that she carries a certain kind of "energy" about her.
  1336. >It's a darkly obsessive energy, one that will loyally follow you until the end—yet would happily cocoon you in her wings forever if she ever had the final say in matters.
  1337. >As her King, it's your job to rein her in.
  1338. >As her Master, it's your prerogative to partake of her pleasures.
  1339. >And as a man who has been perseveringly ploughing plush princess pussy—it's prime time for you to hit your promised peak.
  1340. >Hastening your thrusts and clenching your nuts, you primally snort into Flurry's neck.
  1341. >Flurry lets out a girlish gasp, not breaking eye contact with Luster for a single moment.
  1342. >"Oh~! Master's about to cum~! He's about to fill up my womb~!"
  1343. >She sensually strokes your back; whether she's doing it with her wing or hoof—you've become far too cunt-crazed to care.
  1344. >"Go on, Master~! Cum inside the pussy that understands your cock better than anypony else's~!"
  1345. >Her encouraging coos push you over the *throbbing* edge.
  1346. >You hilt inside of her and promptly—*furiously*—blast your steamy, creamy claim straight into her deepest depths.
  1347. >Her entire body jitters, tightens, and convulses around you, proving that a pony's outsides can work you over just as well as her insides.
  1348. >"Ah~! Master's cumming inside of me~! He's giving me his foals~! He's—" She suddenly throws her head back and squeals: "—aaahn~!"
  1349. >Lolling out her tongue, Flurry heartily whinnies up into the air, making her mareish pleasure known to all in the room.
  1350. >And your pulsing penis is *thoroughly* caressed with the gloopy touch of a heatedly slimy maregasm.
  1351. >"I'm…mmf…cumming too~! Ahn~! Making sure my scent is all over Master~! Making sure everypony knows that he's *my* special somepony~!"
  1352. >Your Queen has quite the mouth on her.
  1353. >Of course, you are *more* than content to let her run her upper lips while you clog up her lower ones.
  1354. >With matching moans and synchronised sighs, your lower halves squelch in harmony with one another; you squeeze out her squash while she coaxes out your cum.
  1355. >You move as man and mare, as King and Queen—as perfect partners.
  1356.  
  1357. >Soon enough, though, your royal rapture meets its ebbing end.
  1358. >You pump out all you have to pump—while she gushes out all she has to gush.
  1359. >Letting out a heavy huff, your sweaty, spent self lies atop her body, while your length remains fully buried inside of her snatch.
  1360. >Flurry matches your huff with a satiated snort as she tenderly trails a circle around your back with a hoof.
  1361. >"Master…mmf…filled me up… He's left his *legacy* inside of me… He's…mmf…he's a part of the Royal Bloodline now~"
  1362. >With a smug grin and a teasing titter, Flurry slowly moves her left wing away from your genitals, thus revealing your raunchy rapport to the world—or at least to the other occupant in the room.
  1363. >"Haaah~"
  1364. >Steadily shuffling her body, she cranes her neck so that your faces can meet.
  1365. >Her next words come not as blatant bragging to the world, but as an intimate whisper for you and you alone:
  1366. >"Mmf…Master…I love you~"
  1367. >You feel compelled to respond in kind:
  1368. "Hah…love you too, Flurry."
  1369. >She casts you a tender smile.
  1370. >Slightly lidding her eyes, she leans in towards you and presses her soft pony lips against yours.
  1371. >*Mwah!*
  1372. >It's just a quick smooch—but a loving one.
  1373. >With a hearty grunt, you slowly pull your softening member out of her with a wet *plop.*
  1374. >Flurry breathes out the lightest of gasps as she feels you leave her lips.
  1375. >You longingly stare into one another's eyes; almost completely forgetting why the two of you came here in the first place.
  1376. >But eventually, her eyes flit down your body, and then back up to you.
  1377. >Her smile soon curls into something more sinister.
  1378. >She raises her voice with intent:
  1379. >"Hey, Master, what do you think we should name our first foal?"
  1380. "F-foal? Uh, I…"
  1381. >You blink a few times, completely caught off guard by her familial question.
  1382. >Thankfully, you're able to scramble for an answer in record time:
  1383. "…um…Nonny…Heart?"
  1384. >She responds with a cheery titter.
  1385. >"Nonny Heart~! I love it~!"
  1386. >She gives you a short nosey nuzzle before extending her neck above your shoulder and looking past you once more.
  1387. >"Master's first foal—Nonny Heart~!" she shouts over to the bed. "The first of many to come~! And…"
  1388. >Her eyes narrow at her target, as do her lips curl into a smirk.
  1389. >"…I'll make sure they all have a horn *and* wings~"
  1390. >It's very faint, but you believe you can hear sobbing coming from behind you.
  1391.  
  1392. >With a heaving sigh on your part, you finally manage to pull yourself free from Flurry's full-body grip.
  1393. >Sitting up on your knees, you shuffle backwards and begin to turn away from her.
  1394. >During your pivot, you catch the slightest of frowns forming upon your Queen's face—but you pay it no mind.
  1395. >And after a smooth one-eighty turn, you cast your gaze towards Flurry's heart-shaped bed.
  1396. >Flurry herself circles around to your left side, curtly wrapping her right wing around your back.
  1397. >Squinting your eyes to focus your sights, you spy a pony lying bound upon the bed's edge.
  1398. >Oh, right. It's that unicorn: the one you did all this to break the spirits of.
  1399. >Luster looks—
  1400. >"Master~"
  1401. >Flurry slips her left forehoof under your chin, and, using a gentle force, she tilts your head to face her.
  1402. "Hm?"
  1403. >Confused yet intrigued by your slave's sudden assertive behaviour, you see Flurry lewdly lick her lips…
  1404. >But before you can react any further—she locks lips with you again.
  1405. "Mm!"
  1406. >It seems that your princess desires yet another round of oral affection.
  1407. >However…something feels *different* about this particular kiss.
  1408. >With half-lidded eyes, her mouth aggressively presses against yours as she noisily sucks on your lips, leaving a plenitude of pops with every peck.
  1409. >Casting a sly glance over to the left, Flurry slowly raises her left wing, levelling it up to your face and hers.
  1410. >It's only when she completely covers your snogging session from Luster's sights does it click for you:
  1411. >This must be an additional display of dominance from Flurry to put Luster in her place.
  1412. >Another act of "hiding the action"—as it were.
  1413. >Such mouthy exhibition borders on excessive—but you suppose it is better to be safe than sorry.
  1414. >If this is what it takes to break Luster's spirit and make her your slave, then you'll roll with it.
  1415. >With her left wing veiling your kiss, Flurry's right wing curls around the back of your head and strokes at your nape, while her left forehoof continues to hold your chin in place.
  1416. >Now that Flurry has shielded her smooch from prying eyes, her lipwork soon becomes even *more* forward.
  1417. >Her horsey tongue bursts into your mouth—and it does not take no for an answer.
  1418. >Touting its incredible flexibility, her tongue quickly and cordially coils around yours, softly *squeezing* out the appreciation of her beloved King.
  1419. >Your taste buds are left helplessly immobile as she drenches you in her slimy spit, merrily moaning to herself with indulgent delight.
  1420. >Messy morsels of sloppy saliva escape your mouths and drip down to the floor—which Luster can no doubt see.
  1421.  
  1422. >This is a complete role reversal from how you have usually subjugated her mouth.
  1423. >What could have brought about this sudden shift in behaviour?
  1424. >Is she still riding a domineering high, coming hard and fresh from the act of exerting her eminence over Luster?
  1425. >Or…could she perhaps be looking to turn the tables on you entirely? To become the Master—and you the slave?
  1426. >The very thought unnerves you; you are tempted to push her away and break this kiss entirely.
  1427. >However, if you do that—you risk killing the momentum you have tirelessly worked up towards breaking Luster in.
  1428. >And should you dawdle in dominating her will—you risk losing her mind to the Love Cage curse completely.
  1429. >So you decide to hold out.
  1430. >For Luster Dawn, you decide to leave yourself at the mercy of your Queen.
  1431. >Thus, Flurry subjugates the inside of your mouth at her own indulgent discretion.
  1432. >She wrings out your haplessly writhing organ like a snake slowly strangling its prey.
  1433. >She moans into your mouth, making crystal clear her capacious cravings.
  1434. >She breathes sweet authority down your throat—but whose?
  1435. >…
  1436. >Eventually, she releases her humid hold on your thoroughly milked muscle, soon turning her attention towards the other corners of your mouth.
  1437. >She swirls her slithery slatherer all around your maw, leisurely licking at both your teeth and gums—leaving a slimy trail of her Queenly saliva wherever she goes.
  1438. >When your tired tongue gives her explorative one a tentative prod—she quickly wraps you up and gives you few more laving squeezes.
  1439. >…
  1440. >Once she lets you go for the second time, you decide to exercise discretion and let her plunder your piehole at her pleasure—lest your tongue suffer another pressuring punishment.
  1441. >Flurry claims you just as you've claimed her; she lathers up your teeth, bulges out your cheeks, drools onto your tongue, and pokes at your tonsils.
  1442. >Each and every amorous action she takes reminds of just how easily this enslaved princess of yours can overpower you—or rather, *is* overpowering you.
  1443. >It terrifies you.
  1444. >Yet…it also titillates you.
  1445. >…
  1446. >After what feels like an eternity of oppressive osculation, Flurry finally releases her mouth-hold on you.
  1447. >With a sultry smile on her face, she gives your lips a few parting laps before pulling away from your mouth.
  1448. >She also slowly lowers her left wing, pulling back the feathery curtain on this act of unprompted passion and thus revealing you to the world.
  1449. >"Mhm-hm-hm~"
  1450. >Huskily giggling to herself, she swirls her long tongue all around her lips in a circular motion.
  1451. >As you heavily catch your breath, she steamily sighs against your face:
  1452. >"My King~"
  1453.  
  1454. >You find yourself unable to tear your gaze away from her boundless blue eyes.
  1455. >So, in lieu of these recent events, you decide that you must take a calculated measure of her loyalty to you.
  1456. >You rest your right hand under chin—mirroring what she's currently doing to you—and you peer deep into her sensual soul.
  1457. "Hm."
  1458. >Her warm breath is laced with pure desire;
  1459. >Her flared-out nostrils hungrily take in your human scent;
  1460. >And her loving gaze displays only the utmost devotion to you.
  1461. >You find clarity in observing her countenance:
  1462. >Despite how readily she overpowered your oral organs—you feel overwhelmingly confident that this *wasn't* a move to usurp your authority.
  1463. >But if that's the case—then what was it?
  1464. >…
  1465. >This isn't the time to question nor chastise your slave.
  1466. >Not when there's a *second* slave just waiting for you to break her in.
  1467. >So you move your hand away from Flurry's chin, letting your arm fall by your side.
  1468. >And, finally breaking eye contact with your princess, you turn your face to look over by the bed—just in time for Flurry to plant her lips on your left cheek.
  1469. >She huffs in disappointment, clearly having missed her mouthy mark.
  1470. >But enough of your Queen for the time being.
  1471. >Because right now, you can see that familiar cerise-pink unicorn lying bound on the bed, just as she sees you.
  1472. >Luster looks…
  1473. >…
  1474. >Luster looks downright despondent.
  1475. >Her blue eyes are puffy and reddened;
  1476. >Her ears lie limply at the sides of her head;
  1477. >Tears and snot freely leak down her whimpering face—and the section of duvet directly underneath her chin looks to have been completely chewed up in an act of spilled-out stress
  1478. >The collar is still clearly visible around her neck, but the effect that your little gambit had on her composure couldn't be any more apparent.
  1479. >All you have to do now is—
  1480. >"Master," Flurry calmly calls to you.
  1481. >Sitting by your left side, Flurry thoughtfully trails her left forehoof down from your chin.
  1482. >She then softly strokes at your bare chest, addressing you with a tone that is as tender as it is detached:
  1483. >"Let's just leave her."
  1484.  
  1485. >You see Luster's watery eyes weakly widen at her bestie's chilling proposition.
  1486. "Hm?"
  1487. >Turning your head over to the left, you meet Flurry's mindful gaze.
  1488. "Leave her, you say?"
  1489. >Flurry nods.
  1490. >"She's never going to submit to you, and if you ask me—she's far more trouble than she's worth."
  1491. >She casts her icy stare towards Luster.
  1492. >"If we let the Love Cage curse take care of her mind for us—we won't have to deal with her any more."
  1493. >You blink.
  1494. "'Any more?'"
  1495. >"Mhm." She nods. "And once her mind is out of the picture, we can just throw her body into a spare closet or something."
  1496. "Uh huh…"
  1497. >Quite the cruel statement from a former friend.
  1498. >Folding up both of her wings and turning around, Flurry saunters away from you and over to the bedroom double doors.
  1499. >Your eyes can't help but track the way she sways her hips.
  1500. >"Trust me, Master," she says, briefly stopping in place, "she's not worth your time.
  1501. >Flicking both her mane and tail your way, she throws you a confident grin from over her left shoulder.
  1502. >"After all, why bother with a frumpy unicorn like her…"
  1503. >Lifting her left foreleg, she lightly presses her hoof against her chest.
  1504. >"…when you already have a royal alicorn like me~?"
  1505. "Hm…"
  1506. >Still sitting on your knees, you tap your chin in thought.
  1507. >Your eyes flit over to Luster's pathetically squirming form…
  1508. >And then back to Flurry's majestically posing one.
  1509. "…perhaps you have a point, Flurry."
  1510. >She giggles.
  1511. >"Ah, I knew you'd see the light, Master~"
  1512. >She beckons to you with her left forehoof.
  1513. >"Come on, let's go."
  1514. >Standing up, you make your way over to where both Flurry Heart and bedroom exit lie, ignoring the desperate creaks and groans that come from the bed.
  1515. >Just as you're about to reach your Queen's side—
  1516. >"N-no! No!" Luster's voice squeaks out. "P-please don't go! I'll be good! I-I'll submit!"
  1517. >Quirking an eyebrow, you cast a stray look Luster's way.
  1518. "Hm? Say again?"
  1519. >Through shaking pupils and gasping shivers, she gravely pleads out to you:
  1520. >"I'll submit! I'll do anything!"
  1521. >She sniffles.
  1522. >"J-just please…p-please…don't go…! Don't leave me…!"
  1523.  
  1524. >Maintaining a calm composure, you walk across the rug and make your way over to the right bedside; Flurry silently follows you.
  1525. >Crouching down in front of Luster, you position yourself so that your head hovers several inches above hers.
  1526. >Just like before, she lies on her stomach, bound to the bed itself.
  1527. >Her yellow-tinted restraints remain unchanged: tight-fitting shackles around her forelimbs and torso, a spreader bar between her hindlimbs, a horn both ringed and corked, and a restrictive ring around her tail dock.
  1528. >The crimson collar around her neck glows brightly—a sure sign of her nearing submission.
  1529. >Her complete and utter enslavement is at hand—she only needs a few more pushes in the right direction.
  1530. "…Anything, you say?"
  1531. >She swallows her sorrow.
  1532. >"Y-yes! A-anything! I'll submit to you like you asked…! I-I'll be your slave…!"
  1533. "Slave…?"
  1534. >Humming to yourself, your eyes drift over her body.
  1535. >You see her snotty, teary face;
  1536. >Her chubby, doughy belly;
  1537. >Her curvy, squishy flanks;
  1538. >And you curtly shake your head.
  1539. "…No."
  1540. >You look down at Luster.
  1541. "I'm afraid even the title of 'slave' is *far* too prestigious for a pony like you."
  1542. >She snivels and shifts under your disapproving gaze.
  1543. >"Wh-wha…? B-but…! But I…!"
  1544. >You raise your left hand, silencing her.
  1545. "However."
  1546. >You pause.
  1547. "…I believe I can still find some manner of use for you."
  1548. >Lowering your left hand, you gently rest it upon her withers.
  1549. >Trailing your fingers along her spine, you note the feeling of her cerise-pink coat:
  1550. >It's short and somewhat bristly—a far cry from the immaculately groomed pelage of your princess.
  1551. >Nevertheless, there's still a plump measure of warm to felt within this pelt if you sink your digits in deep enough.
  1552. >Moving your hand lower, you slide your fingers down the right side of her body.
  1553. >Luster's well-fed form is both easy on the eyes and a delicacy for your digits; her chubby belly, pressed against the bed's duvet, lightly spills out at her sides.
  1554. >You rub around her pliant pudge, your lips soon curling into a slight smile.
  1555. "This…"
  1556. >You narrow your eyes, pinching her soft flab in between a few fingers.
  1557. >"A-ah."
  1558. "…body of yours."
  1559. >Your sharp eyes dart up to her wavering ones, and your fingers continue to absent-mindedly fondle her fatty flesh.
  1560. "This slovenly body isn't one that befits a proud pony—it's one of portly livestock."
  1561. >You suddenly, harshly slap her belly, causing her to let out a squealing wince.
  1562. "This is the body of a pig."
  1563. >You hear a snicker at your side.
  1564. >Luster's lips slowly part as she blinks in sluggish shock.
  1565. >"P-pig…?"
  1566. >You nod.
  1567. "Mm, yes."
  1568.  
  1569. >Seizing the opportunity, you take a good long *squeeeze* of her spilled-out bellyfat.
  1570. >"A-ah…!" she gasps.
  1571. >Your fingers sink right in.
  1572. "Your swine-like form is *overflowing* with surplus."
  1573. >You poke. You rub. You knead.
  1574. "Hell, you could easily feed a full family with this bounty."
  1575. >"F-family…" she mutters.
  1576. "Ah, and speaking of *feeding*—how could I ever forget these…"
  1577. >Your fingers trace the line between her belly and the bed.
  1578. >Once you reach the area just above her thighs, you promptly slip your hand underneath her body—
  1579. >"E-eep—!"
  1580. >—and pull out an *ample* mound of supple, furless teatflesh.
  1581. "…these abundantly *natural* milkers of yours."
  1582. >You hear a bitterly jealous huff at your side.
  1583. >Ignoring such invidiousness for the time being, you shamelessly squish Luster's right crotchboob within your left hand, causing her flesh to spill outwards and surround your fingers at all sides.
  1584. >Your grubby groping coaxes out several hitched breaths from her.
  1585. "It seems this prize pig has been truly *blessed* with a bounteous supply of teatmeat." You flash her a smirk. "How fortuitous for her."
  1586. >You note how the darkened flesh of her mountainous mare mammaries makes them stick out in comparison to her cerise-pink fur; once they're in your sights, it's hard to pull your eyes—nor your fingers—away from them.
  1587. >Moving up to the end of her mound, you teasingly pinch and rub around her nipple, causing her to emit a light hiss.
  1588. "Think of the foals—no—the *piglets* that these could feed."
  1589. >Luster gulps.
  1590. >"Th-the piglets…?"
  1591. "Yes, that's right." You nod. "*Your* piglets—and *our* offspring."
  1592. >Somehow managing to yank your sights away from her teat, you cast a sidelong glance towards Luster's face.
  1593. >Her wide eyes are wholly fixated on you—while her nostrils are fully flared.
  1594. >It's safe to say that you now have a *firm* grasp on her attention.
  1595. >Much like how Flurry wished to instil her unmatched superiority into Luster's impressionable mind—you desire to impress upon your pig your profound vision.
  1596. "I intend to put this body to great work."
  1597. >Gently pulling on Luster's teat by the nipple, you stretch it as far as you can along the duvet.
  1598. "After all, this gluttonous, hoglike figure of yours…"
  1599. >Once it can stretch no longer—you let go, letting her teat snap back to the area just underneath her belly.
  1600. >Her right thigh twitches at the impact—yet her gaze doesn't falter for a moment.
  1601. "…this is a body meant for breeding and not much else."
  1602. >You hold that smirk of yours as you gauge her reaction.
  1603. >Blue eyes as wide as saucers, Luster lets out a deep, steamy snort, totally entranced by your words.
  1604. >"Breeding…" she mumbles to herself.
  1605. "That's right."
  1606. >You run your left hand up along her body, soon resting it upon her right flank.
  1607. >Her hips feel both shapely and supple, providing *plenty* of fondling room for your fingers.
  1608.  
  1609. "Why else would you have been granted such ample, *life-bearing* thighs—if not to bear piglets aplenty?"
  1610. >You give her dumpy rump as sound *spank,* making it lightly jiggle.
  1611. >"H-haaah…"
  1612. >She exhales a hot and heavy breath, while her twitching tail strains against her dock ring as it desperately attempts to flag up.
  1613. >Good. You can tell that your words of *swinely* wisdom are getting through to her.
  1614. >You decide to offer your sow a boon for her fine listening skills.
  1615. "Flurry," you command, "remove the ring around her tail dock."
  1616. >"Understood, Master."
  1617. >With a quick flash of magic from your Queen, Luster's dock ring dissipates entirely.
  1618. >Her tail promptly hikes all the way up, sparing no expense in displaying her mareish excitement.
  1619. >You could say that with one of her restraints removed, Luster is one step closer to becoming a free mare once more.
  1620. >However, your benevolence bears a silent price, for this small sample of freedom has brought with it another shackle of servitude.
  1621. >And the best part is—this shall be a shackle she slips on of her own volition.
  1622. "Keep thinking of the piglets you'll make for me," you say, giving her smacked flank a tender rub. "Think of the *family* you'll gain by submitting to me."
  1623. >"H-hff…" she huffs out through her nostrils. "P-piglets…piglets with…Anon…f-family…"
  1624. >Her tail twitches with further excitement.
  1625. >The more that Luster comes to acknowledge your dominion over her mind, the less effect Flurry's Love Cage curse has over her constrained libido.
  1626. >Thus, by taking in your words and agreeing with them—even on a purely subconscious level—her loins begin to fire up in a way that feels blissfully stimulating rather than painfully straining.
  1627. >Her brain gradually unfogs from the brink, while her big blue eyes see you as her shining saviour.
  1628. >Dazed and disoriented to the world, Luster steadily recentres her psyche around the human she deeply loves—no matter what his plans for her may be.
  1629. >And as she does so, the Love Curse lessens its hold upon her libido even more, rewarding her by way of experiencing even greater pleasures.
  1630. >It's a positive feedback loop of renewed arousal—her body is telling her brain that she's doing the right thing by submitting to you.
  1631. >With reassurance like that, Luster is no longer in any state to deny you your rightful claim over her body and mind—especially after she almost lost you to Flurry earlier.
  1632. >Her priorities have shifted. Dominating you means nothing if there's no "you" to be with.
  1633. >She won't lose you again. She can't.
  1634. >If she has to wade through the muck in order to stay by your side, then she'll do just that.
  1635. >…
  1636. >Luster is close—so, very close—to embracing her new role in life:
  1637. >As your personal sow.
  1638.  
  1639. "Luster," you speak up, ensuring you have her full attention, "to live life as gravid as possible is simply your *destiny.*"
  1640. >Her eyes flicker for just a brief moment.
  1641. >"My…destiny…?"
  1642. "Mm."
  1643. >Your eyes fall upon her cutie mark—her "supposed" destiny.
  1644. >You've seen it a few times before: that imagery of a sun breaching a watery horizon—of the coming dawn.
  1645. "This cutie mark of yours…"
  1646. >You slowly trail your fingers around the hemisphere of her sunny mark.
  1647. "Perhaps it represents a steadfast hope for Equestria's future, placing you as a shining beacon to safeguard the land's Harmony…"
  1648. >You harshly jab the centre of her sun with your middle finger.
  1649. >"E-eep!" she squeaks.
  1650. "…or some other sentimental bullshit like that; honestly, I don't give a damn as to its meaning."
  1651. >Moving your left hand over her cutie mark, you completely cover it up with your palm—utterly eclipsing that pitiful "destiny" of hers.
  1652. >You speak with pride and purpose, imposing your will over her own:
  1653. "Because your *true* destiny lies with me—as my loyal sow."
  1654. >With your fingers outstretched over her flab, you *firmly* feel up her fat flank, squeezing out her heroic will—and forcing in your rightful authority.
  1655. >Her glowing collar pulses out crimson light with every grabby grope, steadily increasing in speed with each decree you give her.
  1656. "Your mind shall heed *my* command."
  1657. >Squeeze.
  1658. "Your magic shall serve *my* ambition."
  1659. >Squueeeeze.
  1660. "And your body shall bear *my* lineage!"
  1661. >Squuueeeeeeze.
  1662. >With her wide-eyed gaze adamantly affixed onto yours, Luster's blisteringly brisk breaths are as rapid as the blood red blinks of her collar.
  1663. >"My…true destiny…!" she gasps out. "T-to bear your lineage…!"
  1664. >She swallows hard, turning her head forward to face straight on.
  1665. >"A-ah…! Nngh…!"
  1666. >She shuts her eyes and grits her teeth, huffing and puffing in quickly building agitation.
  1667. >Her thighs twitch erratically as her thumping hindlegs furiously struggle against the spreader bar.
  1668. >These frantic motions of hers threaten to throw your hand off her flank entirely—but your grip remains resolute.
  1669. >You continue to *staunchly* squeeze her cutie mark—just as you continue to *thoroughly* imprint your destiny upon hers.
  1670. >No matter the course, you *will* make her yours—body and soul.
  1671. >In the midst of her squirming shuffles and steamy snorts, you feel her flank suddenly heat up under your hand.
  1672. "Hm…?" You raise an eyebrow at her temperate tushy.
  1673. >It's a pleasant warmth—one that emboldens your spirit the longer you hold onto it.
  1674. >Her heated rump doesn't press you into pulling your hand away; instead, it incited you into lovingly running your extended fingers through her fuzzy flankfur.
  1675. >"Hah…h-hah…"
  1676. >Soon enough, Luster steadily opens her eyes, taking heavy breath after heavy breath.
  1677. >And with that, the fire within her flanks soon fades.
  1678. >Gripped by curiosity, you remove your hand from her flank.
  1679. >You take a solemn at her destiny-bound derrière, and…
  1680. "…huh?"
  1681. >Her cutie mark—
  1682. >It's changed.
  1683.  
  1684. >The modification to her mark is but a slight one—yet it's a change nonetheless.
  1685. >For that rising sun upon her flanks—the one that heralds the coming of a new dawn…
  1686. >It now bears a small question mark inside of it.
  1687. "Oho…" You trail a finger around it.
  1688. >This strange symbol speaks to you—it speaks of *your* authority over her.
  1689. >"Wow…" you hear Flurry lightly murmur at your side.
  1690. >Briefly leaning above and over Luster's body, you glimpse down at her other flank:
  1691. >And her other cutie mark *also* bears a question mark within its sun—despite you not having laid a finger on it.
  1692. >You purse your lips in thought, pondering this development.
  1693. >The realisation soon hits you:
  1694. >With but a taut touch, you have just changed a pony's cutie mark—you have altered this mare's magical makeup to suit your own selfish ends.
  1695. >A satisfied smirk creeps up on your face.
  1696. >As you smugly savour your victory over Equestria's natural order, an errant question springs to mind—yet it happens to be quite the ponderer:
  1697. >How?
  1698. >How in the Crystal Empire did you manage to accomplish such a feat?
  1699. >Could this have been a result of the collar's subjugating spell?
  1700. >Maybe Flurry's heart magic helped you out?
  1701. >Or perhaps you channelled an innate human ability to manipulate destiny that you simply weren't aware of up until now?
  1702. >…
  1703. >Ultimately, the reasoning matters not.
  1704. >What matters is that you've left your mark on this mare's very being.
  1705. >Looking at it now…
  1706. >Hah.
  1707. >The sun's anonymised hemisphere brings to mind the vivid imagery of a mare's gravid belly carrying your child.
  1708. >So *this* is Luster's new destiny.
  1709. "It suits you well."
  1710. >You glance down Luster's face—and you see her glossy blue eyes looking back up at you.
  1711. >Her collar still rapidly blinks out red light, dutifully awaiting your final word.
  1712. "Hm…"
  1713. >You've somehow claimed this mare's destiny as your own.
  1714. >Now it's time to claim the rest of her.
  1715. >Taking your hand off her right flank, you lean backwards and crouch back down into your original position in front of her.
  1716. >This time, however, your head is more level with hers.
  1717. >And with your faces only several inches apart, you eminently address her:
  1718. "Did you feel that, sow? Did you feel your very destiny change under my decisive hand?"
  1719. >"Y-yes…I…"
  1720. >She heavily swallows.
  1721. >"M-my destiny…i-it's to devote my body to your bloodline… To bear as many piglets as I can in your name… A-and to serve your glorious reign over Equestria in every way possible…"
  1722. >You chuckle.
  1723. "Yes. That sounds about right."
  1724. >Slipping your right hand under her chin, you steady her head.
  1725. "You shall make a fine sow."
  1726.  
  1727. >She shakily blinks at you, lips quivering and pupils wavering.
  1728. >"A-anon…"
  1729. >You pinch her chin in between your fingers, making her squeak in surprise.
  1730. "Ah-ah," you admonish her. "A lowly pig such as yourself shouldn't address me so casually."
  1731. >Your grip on her lightens—yet your gaze on her sharpens.
  1732. >With a stern tone to fit the occasion, you lay down your Masterly mandate:
  1733. "I am your Master. And *you* are my sow. Understood?"
  1734. >She nods.
  1735. >"Y-yes… Master."
  1736. "Good."
  1737. >She understands her place—and with that, every ounce of resistance has now been squeezed from her body.
  1738. >Her rapidly blinking collar starts to distort in space around her neck; it prepares to shift with her very being, steadily shifting its matter from physical to magical.
  1739. >It's a much slower process than what happened with Flurry's collar—but it's happening all the same.
  1740. >And so, with a triumphant grin upon your face, you issue your consummate command to your sow:
  1741. "Then oink for me, piggy."
  1742. >Her mane-matted, wide-eyed, tear-stained, snot-dried face slowly and silently takes in your words.
  1743. >Then, after bracing herself with a light sniffle, she flexes out her nostrils and…
  1744. >*Oink oink oink oink oink*
  1745. >She shamelessly looses grunt after piglike grunt at your behest.
  1746. >*Oink oink oink oink oink*
  1747. >"P-pfftsnrrk…!"
  1748. >You hear Flurry derisively snorting out in laughter at your side, covering up her sneering mouth with a hoof as she does.
  1749. >It is an understandable reaction; after all, she has front row seats to the sight of her best friend utterly humiliating herself.
  1750. >*Oink oink oink oink oink*
  1751. >However, you yourself find zero humour in the matter.
  1752. >*Oink oink oink oink oink*
  1753. >Luster's lidded blue eyes remain transfixed upon your face, while her tail wags from side to side.
  1754. >Her fat pig belly continuously expands and contracts against the duvet as she sensually shoots oink after oink your way.
  1755. >…Wait, sensually?
  1756. >*Oink oink oink oink oink*
  1757. >Yes. She's enjoying this.
  1758. >And…so are you, in a sense.
  1759. >*Oink oink oink oink oink*
  1760. >Seeing your sow act so openly debased—it's awakening something inside of you.
  1761. >*Oink oink oink oink oink*
  1762. >It makes you wish to assert your claim on her.
  1763. >So you do.
  1764. >*Oink oink oi—*
  1765. >Lunging forward, you firmly press your lips right up against hers.
  1766. >*Squeal?!*
  1767. >She squeals in surprise.
  1768. >You don't stop there.
  1769. >Within moments, you have your tongue impatiently prodding at her lips.
  1770. >She quickly lets you into that saliva-laden piehole of hers.
  1771. >Your tongue darts in, lapping all around her insides.
  1772. >*Oink~* *Oink~* *Oink~*
  1773. >She grunts into your mouth.
  1774. >Your tongues soon intertwine, and the two of you play an sloppy oral ballad together.
  1775.  
  1776. >As you continue swapping spit with your sow, she tentatively sniffs at your face, flexing her nostrils in and out.
  1777. >She's taking in your scent—and memorising it as her Master's.
  1778. >*Oink~* *Oink~* *Oink~*
  1779. >Switching her tail movements from happy wags to excited bed slaps, she shuts her eyes and snorts you up with glee.
  1780. >While this kiss goes on, you manage to glimpse something out from the bottom corners of your vision:
  1781. >It's her collar—her crimson collar.
  1782. >*Oink~* *Oink~* *Oink~*
  1783. >Only…it isn't crimson any more.
  1784. >It's changed colour.
  1785. >*Oink~* *Oink~* *Oink~*
  1786. >It's turned pink.
  1787. >Alas, a glimpse is all you are able to witness of her altered accessory before it merges into her neck, becoming one with her being and finalising her submission to you.
  1788. >*Oink~* *Oink~* *Oink~*
  1789. >Luster has just become your personal property.
  1790. >Yet you can't help but wonder—what does the pink mean?
  1791. >You've seen all sorts of magical colours today:
  1792. >Yearnful yellows, aggressive ambers, bewitching blues, and remorseless reds.
  1793. >Perhaps…
  1794. >*Oink~* *Oink~* *Oink~*
  1795. >Perhaps that pink is related to *you* in some way.
  1796. >*Oink~!* *Oink~!* *Oink~!*
  1797. >With the collar gone, and your sow's mouth *passionately* plundered, you break away from the kiss, leaving a thick trail of pigspit behind.
  1798. >Opening her eyes, Luster fruitlessly tries to follow your mouth, only to realise that her limbs are still bound to the bed beneath her body.
  1799. >Huffing in disappointment, she instead contents herself with slurping up the string of spittle that connects you two together—loudly licking her lips after the fact.
  1800. >It seems that in turning Luster into your sow, her slovenly nature has grown tenfold.
  1801. >You'll have to properly house train her later—and nurture her into a pig worth pampering.
  1802. >For now, though, something else has caught your eye: it's *her* eyes.
  1803. >They're back to their natural amber colour.
  1804. >Perhaps it was the act of accepting her own submission that dispelled her blue-eyed trance; whatever the case may be, there's clearly no further need to tug at her heartstrings via your Queen's magic.
  1805. >Thus, you take the opportunity to peer deep into those piggy pools of hers, watching as they glimmer with newfound obedience.
  1806. >Luster peers back, finding instinctual clarity in your Masterly gaze.
  1807. >Her lips soon curl up into a wide, dumb grin.
  1808. >And she sends one more steamy *oink~* your way.
  1809. >You grant her a subdued smile of your own.
  1810. "Sow," you calmly address her with her new title.
  1811. >Lifting your right hand, you gently scritch under her chin.
  1812. >She squeaks happily, angling her head upwards and flexing out her nostrils.
  1813. >"A-ahem."
  1814.  
  1815. >The undeniably priggish sound of a mare clearing her throat directs your gaze to the princess still sitting by your left side.
  1816. >She bears a pensive frown upon her face.
  1817. "Ah, Flurry…"
  1818. >Your eyes briefly flit to the chewed-up section of duvet underneath Luster's chin, and then back to Flurry.
  1819. "Sorry about what happened to your bed."
  1820. >Flurry might be your slave, but she's also your Queen.
  1821. >You see no shame in apologising to her.
  1822. >"Oh, that's no problem, Master, really, but…"
  1823. >She pauses for a moment to chew on her words.
  1824. >"…may I speak plainly?"
  1825. >You nod.
  1826. "Go on."
  1827. >She takes a deep breath, then speaks her mind:
  1828. >"You…you needn't have lowered yourself so as to kiss that snotty swine, Master."
  1829. >You shake your head.
  1830. "Nonsense. Even the lowliest of sows deserve some form of affection."
  1831. >You turn your attention back to Luster.
  1832. >As you continue scritching your sow's neck, both of her ears cheerfully twitch about, while her tongue sloppily lolls out to the side.
  1833. >You chuckle, glancing back at Flurry.
  1834. "See?"
  1835. >Flurry lets out a wispy sigh, and her light-blue eyes drift down to the turquoise rug.
  1836. >Sensing your Queen's slavish dissatisfaction, you make to ease her woes.
  1837. "However."
  1838. >Raising your left hand, you move it over to just under Flurry's chin and lift up her face, causing her to look at you.
  1839. "When it comes to the highest of *Queens,* well…"
  1840. >You scritch her chin.
  1841. "…I'd say she deserves her King's *utmost* appreciation, wouldn't you say?"
  1842. >She lets out a contented croon, lips curling into a slight smile.
  1843. >"Mm-hmm~"
  1844. >She closes her eyes as she melts into your touch.
  1845. >The happy vibrations coming from your slaves' purring necks is rattling your bones in a good way.
  1846. >…Ah, that's right: "slaves."
  1847. >You've got two of them now.
  1848. >And, as it so happens, they both *really* love neck scritches.
  1849. >With your rightie rewarding Luster and your leftie lenifying Flurry—you like to think you've found a surefire way to placate your slaves whenever needed.
  1850. >You'd never tell Flurry this, but you happen to be scritching the neck of your Queen and the neck of your sow in the exact same way.
  1851. >Oinking aside, these two mares truly are birds of a feather.
  1852. >And when you take your hand away from each of them—they both make the same adorably high-pitched whining sound.
  1853. >Luster gives you a silent look of strong longing, deeply wishing to once again feel the soft touch of your dextrous fingers upon her swinely skin.
  1854. >Flurry, on the other hand, vocalises her deep yearning in a more direct manner:
  1855. >"Maaasteeer…why'd you stooop?" she softly paws at your chest.
  1856. >You meet her quivering pout with a sly smile.
  1857. "Patience, Flurry; there'll be plenty of time for that later. For now, let's focus on the present."
  1858. >Her pout wavers as she tilts her head in intrigue.
  1859. >"The present…?"
  1860. "Indeed." You nod. "I have a proposition for you, my *beloved* Queen."
  1861.  
  1862. >Her ears shoot up as you refer to her by her favourite royal moniker.
  1863. >"Yes, my King?"
  1864. "After everything that has happened today, I wish to share in this victory with you."
  1865. >Bringing both hands up to the sides of her face, you carefully caress her cheeks.
  1866. "So, why don't we break in our new sow together?"
  1867. >Her eyes slightly widen.
  1868. >"T-together…?"
  1869. "Mm-hmm, as *King* and *Queen.*"
  1870. >She shakily yet heatedly exhales through her mouth.
  1871. >A few seconds pass as she deliberates on your words.
  1872. >Yet you already know her answer.
  1873. >Not because she's your slave—
  1874. >But because you know that she'll jump at any chance she can to prove herself as your most truest of Queens.
  1875. >Thus, you see a confident smirk soon form upon her face.
  1876. >"Of course, my King~"
  1877. >She ends her statement with a lewd lick of her lips.
  1878. >Spicy.
  1879. >Yet you'd best be careful not to egg her on *too* much—lest you get your face nearly eaten like last time.
  1880. "Well then…"
  1881. >Tilting your head back to the bed, you look towards the end, where a pink plush pillow prettifies each rounded top of her heart-shaped mattress.
  1882. "…why don't you go get yourself comfortable?"
  1883. >She nods.
  1884. >"At once, my King."
  1885. >Clambering up onto the bed, Flurry casually steps over Luster's body and makes her over to the pillows.
  1886. "Oh, hey, Flurry."
  1887. >Stopping in place, Flurry looks back at you.
  1888. >"Hm?"
  1889. >You tap the magical shackle around Luster's right forehoof.
  1890. "You may remove her shackles now."
  1891. >Flurry nods.
  1892. >"Very well."
  1893. >Flurry swiftly dispels the bed-binding shackles around Luster's forehooves and belly, causing them to shatter into short-lived particles of glittery magic.
  1894. >After knitting her brows, Flurry casts a quick glance at Luster's remaining restraints—her spreader bar, horn ring, and horn cork—before looking to you with a supplicating smile.
  1895. >"Oh, Master," Flurry addresses you with a pleading tone, "May we pleeeaaase keep the rest of our restraints on our sow? I think they suit her, ehehe~!"
  1896. >You hum in thought, taking a couple of seconds to consider her proposal.
  1897. >It wouldn't do to bind your sow forever, but you suppose there's no harm in keeping them on for now…
  1898. "…alright, but just for this session."
  1899. >You take a stern tone:
  1900. "After that, we'll remove them, understood?"
  1901. >Flurry immediately opens her mouth to respond, but instead opts to close it and nod with a smiling hum.
  1902. >"Mm-hmm!"
  1903. >If she had her way…
  1904. >Anyway, as Flurry trots over to her pillows, you cast your gaze back towards Luster, who, already making use of her newfound flexibility, has quickly folded her forelegs under her chest.
  1905. >She looks back at you with a curious expression.
  1906. >*Oink?*
  1907. >You briefly wonder if Luster can even speak while she's like this.
  1908. >You'd ask her directly…
  1909. >…
  1910. >But honestly, it's *way* hotter if she can't, so you'll leave the matter unaddressed for now.
  1911.  
  1912. "Today is your lucky day, sow."
  1913. >You slip your left hand under her chin.
  1914. "For you get to serve *two* Masters."
  1915. >*Oink oink?*
  1916. "Yes."
  1917. >You gently tilt her head towards the far end of the bed.
  1918. "Cast your swinely eyes over there…"
  1919. >Flurry has now made herself quite at home on her bed.
  1920. >You take a moment to admire her reclining form.
  1921. >She lies on her back, nape nestled into the bed's rightmost pillow.
  1922. >Her hindlegs are splayed out, while her forelegs are curled up.
  1923. >You can also see her shooting you a sultry smile from over her slender body—it makes your heart skip a beat.
  1924. >With Luster's gaze still being guided by your hand, you whisper into your sow's right ear:
  1925. "Your Mistress awaits."
  1926. >*Oink…*
  1927. >You let go of Luster's chin and let her face towards Flurry's direction.
  1928. >Being that your sow's hindlegs are still restrained by a magical spreader bar, her movements are clumsy ones; thus, she slowly pivots in place with her forehooves, using the bed's duvet as leverage.
  1929. >As she does so, she keeps her belly squished against the duvet while wiggling her rump from side to side.
  1930. >And, well, you may be a Master—but you are still a man.
  1931. >Your eyes can't help but be drawn to her swaying rear end as she swivels.
  1932. >They can't help but be drawn to those piglet-bearing hips, those fleshy flanks, that flagged tail, and that winking, drooling marehood…!
  1933. >Before you know it, your right hand reacts faster than your rational mind and—
  1934. >Spank!
  1935. >Luster squeals.
  1936. >Flurry snorts.
  1937. >Cheeks jiggle.
  1938. >You grin.
  1939.  
  1940. >With a fondling hand, you caress the slightly reddened mark upon your sow's fat rump.
  1941. >She looks back at you, ears perked up and nostrils flared.
  1942. "You have a *fine* body, sow."
  1943. >You gently pat her portly behind.
  1944. "Be proud of it."
  1945. >Luster lids her eyes, lightly pressing her butt into your palm.
  1946. >*Oink oink~*
  1947. >As tempting as it is to keep feeling her up—you press back, pushing her away from you.
  1948. "Go on now; don't keep your Mistress waiting any longer."
  1949. >*Oink*
  1950. >You know that your sow would happily take more spankings—but it wouldn't be right to leave your Queen out of the fun.
  1951. >With a huff, Luster slowly wriggles her way across the bed and over to Flurry.
  1952. >Yes, "wriggle"—that magical spreader bar leaves her unable to do much else.
  1953. >Not that you're complaining, at any rate; the side-to-side sway of her hips as she crawls along the bed is certainly an eye-teaser—as is the slimy snail trail that she leaves behind in her wake.
  1954. >You suppose her leaky libido must be making up for lost time after having been "Love Caged" up for hours.
  1955. >Now that you've sent your sow on her merry way, you take this golden opportunity to finally upright yourself from your crouched position.
  1956. >Straightening your knees and stretching your legs, you stand tall by the bedside.
  1957. >And in your ascension, you reveal your low-hanging fruit to the world—or, at the very least, to the two mares on the bed.
  1958. >Flurry's eyes immediately dart to your loud and proud manhood; she bites her bottom lip, balancing on a fine line between refinement and randiness.
  1959. >Intrigued by her Mistress's reaction, Luster casts you an over-the-withers look, soon bearing witless witness to your otherworldly wang; she gives off a lusty oink and a squelching wink, displaying her arousal far more openly—and messily.
  1960. >As satisfying as it feels to be the centre of such sensual attention…
  1961. >To be honest, between the chewed-up duvet and the slippery pig-stains being left everywhere—you're starting to feel sorry for whoever has to clean up Flurry's bedsheets.
  1962. >After all, you doubt that the pampered princess herself handles it.
  1963.  
  1964. >Soon enough, Luster has her body positioned right between Flurry's spread hindlegs.
  1965. >Flurry herself still lies on her back, but she's scooched backwards a little more; to that end, her upper half now rests against the bed's headboard.
  1966. >Her left foreleg laxly lies across her torso, while her right foreleg rests by her side, bending at the knee and pointing upwards.
  1967. >With her chin resting upon her right forehoof, Flurry regards Luster with a bored glare.
  1968. >Luster looks up at Flurry.
  1969. >*Oink?*
  1970. >Flurry sighs and rolls her eyes.
  1971. >"No. Not up here, sow."
  1972. >Flurry's horn comes to life, and a light-yellow aura soon encompasses Luster's whole face.
  1973. >"Your attention…"
  1974. >Flurry forces your sow's gaze downwards.
  1975. >"…should be brought down *here,* instead."
  1976. >Luster's amber eyes fall upon the raunchy region right between Flurry's thighs:
  1977. >Her modestly sized mareteats up above;
  1978. >Her princessly pucker down below;
  1979. >And between the two: her puffily pulpy horsepussy—already slick with anticipation.
  1980. >Luster blinks, then sniffs the air around her Mistress's nethers.
  1981. >Her nose slightly wrinkles.
  1982. >*Oink oink…*
  1983. >You suddenly lay another hard *spank* on Luster's fat flank, making her squeal out in shock.
  1984. "No backtalking your Queen, sow."
  1985. >Flurry titters at the sight of you sanctioning your swine.
  1986. >Indeed, you have now clambered onto bed with your two mares.
  1987. >While Luster was busy getting herself comfortable between Flurry's legs, you took the chance to position yourself directly behind your sow.
  1988. >Sitting up on your knees, you find yourself quickly coming to appreciate this new point of vantage.
  1989. >Not only do you get to ogle your sow's sumptuous rear end, but you also get to gaze upon your Queen's frontal majesty.
  1990. >You certainly have no complaints regarding either sight.
  1991. >"By the way, Master…"
  1992. >Casting your eyes over Luster's body, you look to Flurry.
  1993. "Yes?"
  1994. >"There's a spell I've been wanting to try out on our sow—something I think will really befit a beast like her."
  1995. >She shoots you a politely pleading smile.
  1996. >"May I?"
  1997. >You hum for a second.
  1998. "Well, as long as you don't break her, go on."
  1999. >"Hehe~!" she cheerily giggles. "Oh, thank you, Master!"
  2000. >Flurry channels yet another spell, one that wholly engulfs Luster's horn in yellow light.
  2001. >*Oink?*
  2002. >Interest piqued, you decide to reposition yourself and take a closer look; lying down next to Luster's body, you get a right-side view of her face.
  2003. >You see something stringy slowly snake its way out of her horn ring; it bears the same light-yellow hue as the ring itself.
  2004. >It travels down her forehead, splitting into two smaller strings once it reaches the bridge of her snout.
  2005. >Luster's eyes watch with a building sense of unease as these two spindly strings slither down the length of her snout, curtly slip into her nostrils—
  2006. >And yanks her nose upwards.
  2007.  
  2008. >Luster squeals in sharp pain as her magical nosehooks quickly go taut, forcibly and vertically elongating both entrances of her nostrils.
  2009. >The stretching sting applied to her two sensitive nasal cavities causes her wincing eyes to well up with tears.
  2010. >Flurry watches all of this with a toothy smile on her face, making no effort to hide her sadistic glee.
  2011. >"Ooh~! Now that's a *much* better look for you, sow~!"
  2012. >*O-oink!*
  2013. "Whoa."
  2014. >Wishing to test the limits of Luster's new restraint, you hook your right index finger into her right nostril; then, you steadily stretch its ala towards you, pulling on it horizontally.
  2015. >Luster's eyes widen in response to this added stimuli, quickly darting over to your face.
  2016. >Flashing her a half-smile, you lazily tug at her mucous membrane, pinching it in between your thumb and index.
  2017. "Yes… I must admit, you've outdone yourself, Flurry."
  2018. >Turning your head, you give your Queen an approving nod.
  2019. "Our sow truly *does* fit the part now."
  2020. >Flurry titters at your praise.
  2021. >*Oink oink oink!*
  2022. >Luster, on the other hand, oinks and huffs at you, letting her tongue loll out from her mouth while her tail thwacks from side to side.
  2023. >That's a surprisingly positive reaction, considering what she's going through.
  2024. >Your sow must have quite the masochistic streak in her.
  2025. >That, or she just really loves receiving your attention—no matter how painful it gets.
  2026. >If that's the case, then you'd be remiss to disappoint her.
  2027. >Thus, you slip your middle digit into her right nostril and gently press it against her septum, making Luster's teary eyes flicker in frantic fervour from all of the fingers that you're stuffing into her nose.
  2028. >She quietly yet heartily oinks at your intrusive touch, and, as you idly entertain yourself with the mucousy inside of her snout, you cast your eyes over the rest of your sow's fettered form.
  2029. >From the taut nose hook that's connected to her magic-inhibiting horn ring—to the spreader bar that keeps her hindlegs both bound together and held apart…
  2030. >Each and every restraint shares the same light-yellow glow.
  2031. >It's all Flurry's magic, naturally, but…
  2032. >You can't help but wonder just how knowledgeable your Queen is when it comes to this particular field of magic.
  2033. "So, where did you learn this one, Flurry?"
  2034. >"Oh, I read about it in a book!" She proudly beams at you.
  2035. "I see…"
  2036. >You halt your probing fingers for a moment, and you cast a curious glance Flurry's way.
  2037. "…and where did you happen upon this book?"
  2038. >She tilts her head.
  2039. >"My mom's personal study, why?"
  2040. >You blink a few times.
  2041. >Then you shake your head.
  2042. "No reason."
  2043. >It isn't worth worrying about.
  2044.  
  2045. >After probing your sow's snout for a little while longer, you deem your nasal expedition to be a rousing success.
  2046. >Thus, you pull your fingers out of her nostrils, leaving her snout to be stretched solely by her nose hook.
  2047. >Given where they've just been, your digits are now dreadfully drenched in her slimy snot—so you casually wipe them off on her right shoulder.
  2048. "Alright, enough dawdling."
  2049. >Using your right hand, you tilt Luster's chin to make her face Flurry's flower.
  2050. "Your Mistress has waited long enough, wouldn't you say?"
  2051. >*Oink…*
  2052. >Taking her sombre sound as solemn affirmation, you move your hand away.
  2053. >Luster lowers her snout down to Flurry's snatch and sniffles her snoofer right around the folds.
  2054. >The vibrant scents of your Queen's arousal freely flow into your sow's forcefully flared-out nostrils.
  2055. >Besides the cloyingly sweet fragrance of her Mistress's natural musk—she can also whiff the cummy smell of your lingering creampie, which had been deeply deposited into Flurry's womb not too long ago.
  2056. >Luster's senses lock onto that Masterly familiarity, causing her to amorously oink and sensually snort into Flurry's pulsating pussy.
  2057. >*Oink~* *Oink~* *Oink~*
  2058. >"G-gkk…!"
  2059. >Flurry shivers and grits her teeth in response to the hot swinely breath being blasted against her genitals; her thighs also spread just a little wider apart—while her right hindleg twitches about sporadically.
  2060. >On Luster's side of things, shy sniffs soon turn to lavish licks as she sloppily laps all around Flurry's puffy petals, shamelessly drooling her pigspit all over them.
  2061. >"H-hah…! Hah…!"
  2062. >Flurry's breathing hastens as she suddenly winks out a quick mare-squirt onto Luster's face, splashing your sow's face with a slimy reward for her slavish efforts.
  2063. >Some of your Queen's royal ambrosia shoots up Luster's exposed nostrils—which your sow reflexively snorts out as she continues to go to town on Flurry's fleshy flaps.
  2064. >Luster's tongue soon becomes more daring as she breaches the labia and laps around Flurry's inner folds.
  2065. >"Nngh…! Hah…!"
  2066. >Despite the ever-increasing intensity of her sow's sloppy servitude, Flurry manages to steadily bring her rickety breaths under control, soon fixing upon Luster with a smug smirk and an uppity taunt:
  2067. >"That's…mmph…that's right, sow… Put that tongue of yours to work… Trough at my pussy like the…mmph…like the *pig* you are~"
  2068. >*Oink~* *Oink~* *Oink~*
  2069. >Enjoying the animalism presented before you, you rest your left hand upon Luster's withers and gently caress it.
  2070. >While still dutifully drinking in her Mistress's sweet secretions, Luster's eyes drift over to your face.
  2071. >*Oink oink*
  2072. "You're doing well, sow."
  2073. >*Oink~*
  2074.  
  2075. >Luster seems more than content enough to follow through with her new royal duties and slavishly slather up Flurry's erogenous entrance.
  2076. >As you cast your eyes towards Flurry, though, you note that your Queen is barely holding herself together.
  2077. >Through laboriously snorty breaths and twitchily spread hindlegs, her hazy gaze is currently cast up towards the top of the bed's baldachin.
  2078. >Her forelegs now anxiously rub at the bedsheets by her side as she struggles to contain her own euphoria.
  2079. >The length of her swirly tail has been mostly pinned down by Luster's chubby belly, yet you can still see the very tip agitatedly flick at the air and weakly slap against the duvet.
  2080. >As things stand, Luster's sloppy tonguework will be more than enough to bring your Queen to her natural peak; there's no need for any intervention.
  2081. >However…
  2082. >You can't help but spy a truly tempting opportunity for a spot of sly roguery.
  2083. >And so, whilst continuing to pat Luster's withers, you address her:
  2084. "Ah, but do consider this…"
  2085. >*Oink?*
  2086. >With a wry grin on your face, you set about lighting a spark within her swinely heart.
  2087. "…should you manage to dig deep enough in your Mistress's core…"
  2088. >Leaning forward, you whisper into your sow's twitching right ear:
  2089. "…you just might be able to claim that creampie for yourself."
  2090. >Luster blinks, eyes slowly but surely widening in realisation.
  2091. >And she lets out an *earthily* sharp squeal.
  2092. >"A-ah!" Flurry suddenly yelps. "L-lus—*s-sow!* What are you—a-aaah~!"
  2093. >Flurry is quickly tongued into incoherence and Luster forces her oral organ all the way into her Mistress's depths.
  2094. >Luster licks, laps, and *swirls* her turbulent tongue all around Flurry's tunnel, poking and prodding at her womb in a desperate bid to piggishly pilfer your creampie from under her nose.
  2095. >Flurry throws her head back and lets loose a guttural whinny as her eyes nearly roll over, while her body loses itself to the squirming throes of mareish pleasure, clearly unable to withstand Luster's swinely assault.
  2096. >As you continue to rest your hand upon Luster's withers, you can feel your sow's body furiously rocking back and forth as she absolutely *devours* Flurry's love canal.
  2097. >The saucy sights and squelching sounds cause you to heartily chuckle.
  2098. >Of course, you didn't set this up just to be a mere spectator; such a role ill-suits a Master.
  2099. >After all, while your Queen may currently be getting licked out of her mind—your sow still has a few good holes of her own to fill.
  2100. >Thus, you tear yourself away from your sow's right side and reposition yourself at her rear end once more.
  2101.  
  2102. >Sitting up on your knees, you look down at Luster's drooling, winking snatch—which has already made a slimily damp spot on the bedsheets both beneath and around it.
  2103. >Resting both hands upon her fat flanks, you slowly pry her cheeks apart and line your manmeat up with her pigpussy.
  2104. >Her tail, already flagged, brushes against your chest with a curious swish.
  2105. >*Oink oink?*
  2106. "Yes, that's right…"
  2107. >Not stopping her spoliative slurps even for moment, Luster's ears angle themselves backwards so she can listen to your voice.
  2108. >Using your right hand, you tenderly rub her rump.
  2109. "…your Master is going to *breed* you, sow."
  2110. >*Oink oink!*
  2111. "And that's not all."
  2112. >*Oink?*
  2113. "If you *do* manage to fish that creampie out of your Mistress…"
  2114. >You squish and squeeze at her flabby cheeks, relishing the soft sensation of your fingers sinking right into her flesh.
  2115. "…Then I'll make sure to drench your pigwomb in my most *potent* seed—and I'll leave you utterly *gravid* with piglets."
  2116. >You smack her butt as part of your playful promise.
  2117. >*Squeal!*
  2118. >And she's off.
  2119. >Well, more *off* than she was before.
  2120. >Her broad tongue freely flounders inside of Flurry's flower, sloppily splashing pigspit wherever she goes in her earnest attempts to coax your cum out of your Queen's cunt.
  2121. >Your sow greedily gulps down any marely squirts that are sent her way.
  2122. >You take one look at Flurry Heart, who is currently seeing stars while being tongued by the Dawn.
  2123. >With her head thrown back and tongue lolled out, she snorts and moans incoherently as her chest frantically rises and falls.
  2124. >Indeed, Flurry looks very un-Queenly right now.
  2125. >But hey—at least she's not a pig.
  2126. >She's just being eaten out by one.
  2127. >And you—
  2128. >You're about to fuck one.
  2129.  
  2130. >Wasting no more time, you *plunge* yourself straight into your sow's sopping pigsnatch, hilting all the way up to her piglet factory and resting your nuts on top of that slimy bedsheet stain.
  2131. >*Squeal!*
  2132. >With a full-body shudder, she squashes all over you almost immediately, clenching and clasping and squelching and splashing and *flooding* your lower half with gushes upon gushes of backed-up maregasm.
  2133. >Your sow may fuck like a pig—but she cums like a *mare.* Her muskily pungent, off-white squash clings to your crotch like molten sugar.
  2134. >Her tunnel squeezes you just as tightly, staunchly refusing to let you go despite the constant flow of lubrication.
  2135. >You can barely move, but this possessively piggy pussy is certainly a welcome change from the constrained cunt that she was inflicted with as a result of the "Love Cage."
  2136. >Now that Luster has happily embraced her destiny as your submissive sow, it's safe to say the oppressive effects of that cruel curse are long gone.
  2137. >Considering that her new and improved swinely self has finally gotten a taste of your Masterly manmeat—it's no small wonder as to why her floodgates have freed themselves so fiercely.
  2138. >Hell, even as you ponder this fervent fact—your sow is *still* staining your scrotum with messy splurges of steamy, smelly marecream.
  2139. >And—judging by Flurry's loud and feral screams—you're certain that Luster is channelling her cathartic bliss straight into the depths of her Mistress.
  2140. >Thus, you ride out your sow's squelching orgasm, bucking your hips against hers as you strenuously sail down the swelteringly squashy sea of oinks and moans.
  2141. >Just as one mare's climax subsides—another's begins.
  2142. >"A-AH!"
  2143. >With a gasping scream and a shuddering snort, Flurry suddenly throws both of her forehooves around the back of Luster's head and presses her piggy face *deep* into her Queenly snatch.
  2144. >Regathering her composure, Flurry manages to tilt her head downwards and look her enfettered friend in the eye.
  2145. >Your Queen's thighs spasm and shake as she splashes out her own maregasm all over your sow's face and down her throat.
  2146. >Flurry reins her lolled-out tongue in, closes her mouth, and curls her lips into a triumphant smirk as she forces Luster to swallow her royal squash.
  2147. >"Drink up…sow."
  2148. >She takes a breathy pause, and flashes some teeth with her smirk.
  2149. >"Queen's decree~"
  2150. >*Oink oink oink*
  2151. >Luster is compelled to comply—lest she face the very real threat of drowning in marecum.
  2152. >She loudly slurps and audibly gulps down Flurry's marely mirth, drinking it up like the servile sow she is; most of it slides down her gulping gullet—while some of it goops up her stretched-out nostrils.
  2153.  
  2154. >The submissive sight before your eyes inspirits you towards rewarding your fecund sow with a more *virile* bounty.
  2155. >Now that the greatest waves of Luster's cathartic maregasm have passed, you find yourself graced with greater freedom of movement—allowing you to pleasurably plap your pig's pussy with passionate purpose.
  2156. >Luster's pighole works you over with a sloppily desperate fervour that's quite unlike the finely-tuned depths of Flurry's royal snatch; it's different, yes—but oh-so-stimulating in its own unique way.
  2157. >So, as you continue to crash your hips into hers, you find your body steadily leaning more and more forward over time, prompting you to move your hands from on top of her rump to the sheets by her sides.
  2158. >Every time you slam into her swelteringly squishy depths, she makes this adorably squeaky squealing sound; adorable—yet it serves to rouse your movements even more.
  2159. >Your thrusts also happen to push her face right up against Flurry's gushing flower; you like to think that it's giving Luster a deeper appreciation of her Mistress's more subtle flavours.
  2160. >As you continue to pillage your pig's hole, you notice Flurry lessen her hoofgrip on Luster's head as her orgasm finally wanes.
  2161. >She takes a long exhale through her nose.
  2162. >"Hah…"
  2163. >Followed by a giggly exhale, obviously quite satisfied with the marely mess that she's left upon your sow's face.
  2164. >Her eyes slowly meet yours, and she gives you a soft smile—
  2165. >It's a smile that's quickly replaced with a gasping moan as Luster refuses to let up in her muff diving duty.
  2166. >Gulping down the feeling of her promised afterglow, Flurry throws her head back against the headboard once more, letting her forehooves fall to her sides.
  2167. >And just as another mare's climax subsides…
  2168. >…
  2169. >Well, they do say nice guys finish last.
  2170. >You're not a nice guy—but you *are* close to finishing.
  2171. >Revelling in the upcoming finale to this fuckfest, you lean forward all the way, pressing the entirety of Luster's chubby body underneath yours as you *jackhammer* yourself into her pulsating pussy.
  2172. >You take a moment to appreciate your sow's scent, burying your nose into her neck.
  2173. >She smells…mostly of Flurry's recent maregasm, admittedly—but that's to be expected when your face is positioned right in front of her Queenly flower.
  2174. >However, there's also a second scent to be whiffed within your sow's musk; it's a subtle smell that nonetheless awakens something deeply primal in you.
  2175. >It's the smell of a freshly tamed sow—*your* freshly tamed sow.
  2176. >It *intoxicates* you; you simply can't get enough of it.
  2177. >And so you ravenously sniff and snort around your sow's vulnerable neck, desperate to take in more of her subjugated scent—desperate to make her even *more* yours.
  2178. >…
  2179. >Oh, you just can't help yourself.
  2180. >*Squeal!*
  2181. >Your sow lets out a loud squeal as you suddenly chomp down on her neck.
  2182. >You don't use enough force to harm her, of course—but you use just enough teeth to assert your Kingly *claim* on her swinely self.
  2183.  
  2184. >As you nibble on her neck, victory flows through your veins, congratulating you on your undeniable conquest over Luster Dawn.
  2185. >You've marked her body.
  2186. >You've subdued her mind.
  2187. >You've overwritten her very *destiny* to suit your needs.
  2188. >On every single level—this sow of a mare now belongs to *you.*
  2189. >No. There's just one more thing:
  2190. >You need to claim her womb.
  2191. >Wrapping your arms around her front, you bottom out inside of her depths, surrounding her at both ends.
  2192. >She squirms under you, but she makes no attempt to escape—for she knows her place.
  2193. >Your glans kisses her cervix while you gently nibble at her neck, making her submissively snort and oink into Flurry's flower.
  2194. >And with a heated snort of your own, you finally erupt, hosing down your sow's fertile garden with torrents upon torrents of your virile seed.
  2195. >You can feel a deeply cathartic calm flowing through your veins as you thoroughly *domesticate* the final untamed part of your sow.
  2196. >After being so rudely denied a chance to cum inside her womb so many hours ago, you have at long last turned the tables on this slovenly mare, repurposing her foal factory into your own personal piglet plantation.
  2197. >You lovingly lap at her reddened bite mark as you furiously fill her up, ensuring that no part of her is left unclaimed by you.
  2198. >Each throbbing cumshot grants you great release, knowing that one day, this utterly tamed sow will be lying sideways on your bed, her kicking belly wholly *gravid* with your offspring, her devoted gaze affectionately fixed your way…
  2199. >…
  2200. >Until then, though—you content yourself with busting the last of your life-giving loads inside of her.
  2201. >Untensing your body, you hotly breathe against her bite mark, making her shudder.
  2202. >And you growl into her ear:
  2203. "Mine."
  2204. >Her reply comes not in the form of a simple oink, but a passionately primal exhale through her nostrils—one that also happens to reverberate through Flurry, eliciting a gasp from her.
  2205. >Your dominion runs through both mares—as it should be.
  2206.  
  2207. >After that, you and your Queen would spend the rest of the evening drilling in your sow's new responsibilities together.
  2208. >Today was a most-fruitful day: a grand step towards your destiny as this realm's rightful Master.
  2209. >For one has become two.
  2210. >The highborn Queen and the lowly sow.
  2211. >Two magical ponies hailing from two different nations—yet their destinies intertwine through common interests and shared feelings.
  2212. >They're both amazing mares.
  2213. >And now they're both yours.
  2214.  
  2215. *** 15 ***
  2216.  
  2217. >…
  2218. >Wait for it…
  2219. >…
  2220. >Waaiit for it…
  2221. >…
  2222. >Waaaiiit for it…
  2223. >…
  2224. >*BEEP BE—*
  2225. "Gotcha."
  2226. >With a decisive smack on your part, you silence your alarm clock for the day.
  2227. >That's right—*your* alarm clock.
  2228. >You're back in your own bedroom—in your own house.
  2229. >You would've liked to stay in the Crystal Castle for longer than an evening, but alas—you must maintain a low profile in these current times.
  2230. >You might be a Master, but you're not invincible.
  2231. >Flurry Heart enjoys a fairly unsupervised life for a princess, having scant few royal responsibilities to carry out and next-to-nothing in the way of parental surveillance.
  2232. >Truthfully, you've come to find that latter factoid somewhat sad to think about; part of you wonders if the lack of attention in her life is what had caused her to latch onto you so strongly.
  2233. >Regardless of the matter, it's all thanks to that freedom of hers that she's able to spend so much time with you in your commoner's hovel.
  2234. >However, you're pretty sure that ponies will start asking questions if the local alien monkey man spends the night in the Crown Princess's bedchamber.
  2235. >And you are not prepared to answer those questions quite just yet.
  2236. >Thus, you have decided to continue sleeping in your own bed for the time being.
  2237. >So now, you awake—alone.
  2238. >Wait, alone?
  2239. >That can't be right.
  2240. >You're pretty sure you took two wonderful mares to bed with you last night.
  2241. >It's still pretty damn early in the morning, so they can't have left already.
  2242. >Where could they be…?
  2243. >They're not to your left.
  2244. >They're not to your right.
  2245. >But there *is* a conspicuously large lump under your bed covers.
  2246. >Positioned around your pelvic region, this energetic lump makes subtle slurping sounds as it sways from side to side.
  2247. >Incidentally, you can also feel a pleasant suckling sensation localised entirely around your nethers.
  2248. >Oh, yes. It's all starting to come together.
  2249. >…
  2250. >Your house is being haunted by a poltergeist!
  2251. >Steeling your soul and girding your loins, you slip both of your hands under your bedlinen and yank it up so that you may confront this wicked wraith and—
  2252. >Oh.
  2253. >There's no ghost.
  2254. >Your dick is just getting sucked under the duvet.
  2255. >Easy mistake to make.
  2256.  
  2257. >Now that this lewd truth is plain to your eyes, you can quite clearly see two mares congregating underneath the bed covers and around your monolithic manhood.
  2258. >Their bodies are veiled in the shade, yet they are still easily recognisable at a glance—for you happen to be intimately familiar with both of these mares.
  2259. >On your right, you have Princess Flurry Heart: your first slave.
  2260. >She's currently lying alongside your right leg.
  2261. >With her plush pony lips softly sealed around your manly meat, she moans like an angel as she lovingly throats your dick within her royal maw.
  2262. >Her eyes are calmly closed, yet she moves with a thoroughly trained expertise, dutifully bobbing her head up and down your manhood with sloppy slurps and wet pops.
  2263. >Her memberly mouthwork feels absolutely divine—yet she isn't the only one working your hog on this fine morn.
  2264. >Because Luster Dawn: your second slave, is currently lying alongside your left leg.
  2265. >With her supple pony snout rubbing up against your sweaty scrotum, she sloppily tends to your balls while she quietly oinks like the sow she is.
  2266. >All of her restraints from yesterday have been removed—yet she's no less servile for it; she also now wears a plain black choker around her neck, one that's identical to the one Flurry wears.
  2267. >Her amber eyes are wholly open and fully focused on your nutsack; her broad horse tongue carefully cups your jewels from below, giving the both of them a swinely tongue bath.
  2268. >When these two mares work together—Heaven becomes Nirvana.
  2269. >You truly couldn't ask for a better wake-up call.
  2270. "Phew…"
  2271. >Flurry slowly flutters her eyes open at the sound of your satiated sigh, quickly noticing your groggy gaze.
  2272. >She pulls herself off your pecker and gives your glans a wet smooch before smiling at you.
  2273. >"Good morning, Master~"
  2274. >You smile back at her.
  2275. "G'morning, Flurry."
  2276. >Luster retracts her tongue and gives your left nut a soft kiss.
  2277. >She then dopily grins at you.
  2278. >*Oink oink oink~*
  2279. >You chuckle.
  2280. "And good morning to you too, sow."
  2281.  
  2282. >Morning greetings exchanged, both mares promptly get back to work on gobbling up your genitals—Flurry on your shaft, Luster around your balls.
  2283. >Puffing out a hearty sigh, you take the opportunity to further examine your slaves as they tend to your morning wood.
  2284. >You note that they both have something affixed atop the tip of their horn.
  2285. >Flurry is wearing that pink fluffy pompom you bought for her not too long ago, while Luster is "wearing" a wooden horn cork.
  2286. >While these keratin-covering accessories share similar functionality with one another, they also serve to highlight the difference in status between your two mares.
  2287. >Flurry is your first slave—your Queen—while Luster is merely your sow.
  2288. >The unspoken hierarchy of your enslaved harem is as clear as day; however, when it comes down to it—both mares diligently devote themselves to your pole all the same
  2289. >You decide to reward their combined efforts with some headpats.
  2290. >And so, while holding up the underside of your bed's duvet with your left arm, you relaxedly ruffle through Flurry's swirly mane with your right hand.
  2291. >"Mmph~"
  2292. >Flurry's mane feels like flawlessly flowing silk; she's a pampered princess through and through.
  2293. >After a good few seconds of fondling her soft locks, you swap hands so that your right arm now holds up the duvet.
  2294. >You then playfully pet through Luster's loopy mane with your left hand.
  2295. >*Oink oink~*
  2296. >Luster's mane feels coarsely wiry to the touch, while also being a greasy mess that's riddled with tangles and clumps.
  2297. >One thing's for sure: your sow could certainly use a few pointers in proper mane care.
  2298. >Still, you must admit that both of your mares have their own unique charm to them.
  2299. >Flurry's charm just happens to be a lot cleaner—on the outside, at least.
  2300. >Incidentally, this marks the tenth day that you've spent living together with Flurry Heart—and you note that her dick-sucking skill has only grown stronger with time.
  2301. >As for your second slave: you're only on the first day with her—but you see great potential in her ball game.
  2302.  
  2303. >Moving your fingers away from Luster's mane, you hold up the duvet with both hands once more.
  2304. "So," you address your slaves in the shade, "you two enjoying yourself down there?"
  2305. >Flurry momentarily taking her lips off your cock to answer:
  2306. >"Mm-hmm~" She nods. "I've just been instructing our sow on how to *properly* wake you up, Master~"
  2307. >*Oink~!*
  2308. >"Hey!" Flurry snaps at Luster. "Less oinking—more ball worshipping!"
  2309. >*Oink…*
  2310. >Redirecting her swinish energy towards more raunchy matters, Luster gently guides your whole sack into her mouth with the aid of her tongue.
  2311. >With light suckles and humid breaths, your sow jostles your jewels with her slathery lapper as she carefully churns up your ever-roiling load.
  2312. >It feels as if your nuts have been submerged into a pleasantly slimy spa; you could absolutely get used to this.
  2313. >"Mmph~"
  2314. >Flurry once again takes your meat into her mouth, ready to provide your spear with some practised polishing.
  2315. >This time, however, she lets her Queenly instincts take over; to that end, she fully closes her eyes—and she makes judicious use of her slimy, highly flexible tongue.
  2316. >Her moist muscle swiftly coils around your manhood from base to tip, warmly wringing you out from every angle.
  2317. >She then moves with a proficient precision as she practically pistons her plush pony lips up and down your penis, peppering it with pulpy pecks every inch of the way.
  2318. >And while she furiously fucks her face against your groin, that slippery tongue of hers constantly slithers around your member, softly squeezing the air right out of your lungs and leaving you gasping for breath.
  2319. "H-hah…"
  2320. >This mare may be an angel in your heart—but she's a devil to your loins.
  2321. >You can confidently say that she's second to none when it comes to fellating human phallus.
  2322. >You've trained her well.
  2323. >The dyadic moans of this early morning fun are complemented by obedient oinks as your mares work wonders together in tag-teaming your throbbing pride.
  2324. >Between getting your balls earnestly suckled and your penis masterfully throated—it's only natural that you'd find yourself approaching the first nut of the day sooner rather than later.
  2325. >Your thighs shudder and shake next to the marely bellies lying next to them, these moiling movements serving to inform your slaves about your impending peak.
  2326. >And of the two—it is Flurry who quickly capitalises on the matter, promptly dropping her soft lips right down to your manly base.
  2327. >She then partially opens her blue eyes and stares straight at you, calmly awaiting your climax.
  2328. >That cool cerulean gaze of hers beautifully blends both princessly passion and Queenly impartiality; it almost glows in the darkness underneath the covers—and it's also what sends you over the edge.
  2329. >With a grunting exhale, you lightly buck your hips upwards as you pulse ropes upon ropes of slushy seed into Flurry's regal maw.
  2330. >Guided by her coiled tongue, your gunk splatters against the back of her throat and slides straight down her gullet.
  2331. >Treating your virility as her favourite meal of the day, your Queen emits loud, throaty gulps as she obediently downs every thick load you give her.
  2332.  
  2333. >In the heat of this morning moment, you roughly grip the back of her mane with your right hand and forcefully hold her snout against your pubey pelvis, making great gloopy use of your royal onahole.
  2334. >Your act of dominance makes her eyes briefly widen and her nostrils flare out as she indulges in her own personal pleasure derived from the act of servicing her beloved King.
  2335. >Even after she finishes milking out your last load, you continue to hold her against your base for a good long while, granting her the chance to sniff up your groinal manscent like it's sweet oxygen to her.
  2336. >*Sniff sniff sniiiffffff~*
  2337. >She lets out a soft moan and sensually grinds her body against your right leg, making no attempt to hide her basal contentment.
  2338. >You love that part of her—her instinctual honesty towards you.
  2339. >When you eventually do let go of her head, she slowly slides her lips up along your member, painstakingly uncoiling her tightly wrapped tongue from your length as she goes.
  2340. >Once she reaches the apex, she pops off your tip with a wet *chu,* and slurps the rest of her tongue back into her mouth.
  2341. >She then takes the time to lightly smack her lips together a few times, savouring your salty taste.
  2342. >"Mm~"
  2343. >She flashes you a lascivious smile.
  2344. >"Another magnificent load, my King~"
  2345. >Luster, who had been dutifully lapping around your balls all this time, gazes up at Flurry with a look of longing.
  2346. >Flurry soon meets Luster's expression with a disdainful frown.
  2347. >"What? Did you want this?"
  2348. >Luster silently nods.
  2349. >Flurry shakes her head and responds with an icy tone:
  2350. >"Too bad."
  2351. >She gives your tip a quick kiss.
  2352. >"Master's morning load belongs to me."
  2353. >She turns up her snout.
  2354. >"You would do well to remember that, *sow.*"
  2355. >Flurry spits out that last word with pure venom.
  2356. >Luster quickly averts her gaze, ears flattening.
  2357. >There is a cold friction that exists between your Queen and your sow—a divide of both status and sentimentality.
  2358. >It's strange; yesterday, you found a cruel catharsis in how your tormentor had her trust in her best friend so utterly shattered.
  2359. >But today, you find yourself worrying about the future stability of your slave harem should this inter-mare hostility continue to persist.
  2360.  
  2361. >Before you can muse on this matter any further, however—Flurry crawls up alongside your body and plants a chaste peek on your right cheek.
  2362. >She flashes you a brief smile—one that soon falls into a pensive frown.
  2363. >Sensing her solemnity, you sit up on your butt to be eye-level with her.
  2364. >And in doing so, you let your bed's duvet gracefully fall on top of Luster's body, granting your sow fully unsupervised access to your genitals—something you can already feel her "appreciating" right now.
  2365. >But instead of paying any more attention to the sow that's below, you decide to address your Queen in distress:
  2366. "Something wrong, Flurry?"
  2367. >She nods.
  2368. >"I'm going to be away for most of the day."
  2369. "Ah."
  2370. >Using your right hand, you give her withers a thoughtful stroke.
  2371. "…Duty calls, I'm guessing?"
  2372. >"Yes."
  2373. >Turning her head to the side, she gazes out towards the windows over by the left side of the room.
  2374. >"Foreign dignitaries are to be visiting the castle today, and my mom—who is *ever* so fond of keeping up appearances—expects the entire Royal Family to be present so that we may all greet our…"
  2375. >She rolls her eyes and groans.
  2376. >"…'esteemed guests.'"
  2377. >You let out a wry chuckle at her dry tone.
  2378. "Sounds like they really need you over there."
  2379. >She lightly scoffs to the side.
  2380. >"Not in the slightest. I'm only there to smile and wave like the pretty little princess I am."
  2381. >Turning her gaze back to you, her lips slyly curl upwards.
  2382. >"I'd much rather spend my time with you as your *Queen*—planning the beginnings of our *glorious* new empire together~"
  2383. >Leaning forward, she gives your face a slow nosy nuzzle, lightly exhaling into your nostrils as she does.
  2384. >Her marely breath is sweet with determination.
  2385. >After pulling back, she addresses you with a resolute tone:
  2386. >"You need only but give the word, my King, and we could storm the throne room right this very instant."
  2387. >Her smile widens with a desire to depose.
  2388. >"With our powers combined, we could overthrow my parents—and the Crystal Empire would be ours~"
  2389. >Her proposition is very tempting.
  2390.  
  2391. >…Alas, now isn't the time.
  2392. >Thus, you give your Queen a slight shake of your head.
  2393. "We mustn't rush things, Flurry. You know this."
  2394. >Her lips purse, and her eyes drift away from yours.
  2395. >"Yes, I know. Now isn't the time."
  2396. >Your goal hasn't changed; you still wish to take over this Empire one day.
  2397. >And with two magically adept mares by your side, you like to believe that the odds of staging a successful coup are very much in your favour.
  2398. >However, your sow is but a freshly tamed one; it would be folly to rely on her as she is now.
  2399. >You need to spend more time *thoroughly* ensuring her loyalty towards your cause.
  2400. >Plus, as Flurry had just mentioned—dignitaries from all over Equestria are visiting the Crystal Castle today.
  2401. >Certainly not the best time to make a play for the throne, at any rate.
  2402. >And so, you exercise prudence while staring usurpation in the eye.
  2403. >"But Master…"
  2404. >Flurry's eyes flit back to you.
  2405. >"…when *will* it be our time?"
  2406. >Trailing her right forehoof up along your chest, she wistfully caresses your collarbone.
  2407. >"It wounds me to have to keep hiding our relationship from the public eye."
  2408. >Her smile softens into one intoned with deep yearning.
  2409. >"And I long for the day when I may stand atop the castle balcony and freely proclaim my love for you onto the city's shining streets."
  2410. >How very theatrical of her.
  2411. >But you do understand her heartfelt sentiments, you really do.
  2412. "I know, Flurry."
  2413. >You return her smile with one of your own—that of firm confidence.
  2414. "And that day shall someday come, trust me."
  2415. >Lifting up your left hand, you scritch under her chin, causing her to softly hum with delight.
  2416. "That day where you and I shall rule over the Crystal Empire—no, the whole of Equestria—as King and Queen."
  2417. >She titters like an angel in response to your tender touch and rousing words.
  2418. >"Mhm-hm-hm~"
  2419. >She pulls away from you—though not before giving you a little love tap on the nose with her right forehoof.
  2420. >"Very well, Master. I shall hold you to that!"
  2421. >A Master being held accountable by his slave? Just what is the world coming to?
  2422. >Before you can question such queerness, Flurry teleports away from you with a faint flash of yellow magic.
  2423.  
  2424. >She reappears by the right side of the bed, standing on all four hooves.
  2425. >"My parents will be expecting me to be up bright and early for our guests, so I better return home as soon as I can."
  2426. "Gotcha."
  2427. >Using her magic, she removes the pink pompom from her horn and gently sets it down next to the alarm clock on your nightstand.
  2428. >"Oh, and before I forget…"
  2429. >Letting out a light sigh, Flurry shifts her gaze over to the grey duvet that covers your body from the chest down.
  2430. >With a brief pulse of her horn and a upward flick of her head, Flurry magically flips the top half of your duvet onto its bottom half—thus revealing your naked snake to the open air.
  2431. >This sudden exposure feels quite chilly on your skin—yet chillier still is the icy glare that Flurry is directing towards the mare by your crotch.
  2432. >Luster is currently lying on her side next to your left leg, while her head is resting upon your thigh.
  2433. >With her eyes serenely shut and her snout basically buried into your ballsack, she sleepily huffs up your spent scent without a care in the world.
  2434. >"Sow," Flurry spits.
  2435. >Luster jumps at the sharp and sudden attention, quickly casting her wide-open eyes Flurry's way.
  2436. >"In my absence," Flurry continues, "our Master shall be left in *your* care."
  2437. >She narrows her eyes, her tone sharpening to that of an incisory icicle:
  2438. >"Do *not* disappoint him—or you shall disappoint me in turn, understood?"
  2439. >Luster silently and rapidly nods in affirmation.
  2440. >In an attempt to lighten the mood, you clear your throat and address Flurry:
  2441. "Remember to wash up before you go greeting any dignitaries."
  2442. >Ears perking up, Flurry turns to you with a light blush on her face.
  2443. >"O-oh, yes. Of course."
  2444. "And especially don't forget the, uh…"
  2445. >You raise a finger and briefly brush it along the top row of your teeth.
  2446. "…mouthwash."
  2447. >She raises a forehoof and breathes on it; she then sniffs it.
  2448. >Her nose slightly wrinkles in response, and she flashes you a bashful smile.
  2449. >"Hehe, right."
  2450. >She gives you a curt bow.
  2451. >"Until then, Master."
  2452. >You smile back at her.
  2453. "Until then."
  2454. >Flurry's horn comes to life, and she promptly teleports out of the room.
  2455. >Thus, you are left with only your sow to keep you company.
  2456.  
  2457. >A few silent seconds pass.
  2458. >After which, Luster heaves out a heavy sigh—one that carries the weight of relief with it.
  2459. >She rests her head on your thigh once more and lazily sniffs around your exposed genitals.
  2460. "Looks like it's just the two of us now, sow."
  2461. >Her right ear flicks, and she tilts her head upwards to look at you.
  2462. >Those amber pools of hers shimmer with subservience, and you find yourself reflecting upon the nature of your new relationship with Luster Dawn.
  2463. >It's hard to believe that it was only yesterday when she had placed you under her spell.
  2464. >You remember how she brought you up to this very room and subjected you to all manner of humiliating acts.
  2465. >And when she discovered the mind-control collar hidden within your shirt pocket—she was on the cusp of breaking you in completely.
  2466. >But now, the horseshoe is on the other hoof, as it were.
  2467. >Despite what she did to you, you no longer have any reason to be wary of her—not when she's now under *your* control.
  2468. >Which means there's nothing to stop you from enjoying your sow in whichever way you so please.
  2469. >Your left hand, for example, has now its way onto her chubby belly—and you note that her pudge feels just as pleasantly plump as it did yesterday.
  2470. >You let your outstretched fingers sink right into that malleable pudge, squeezing around it at your leisurely pleasure.
  2471. >She coos at your touch, lidding her eyes and lifting up her left hindleg—thus flashing you a wonderful overhead view of those fat teats that she's been bestowed with.
  2472. >You also catch a squelchingly seductive view of her winking marepussy.
  2473. >Both swinely sights serve to enrich the mind and rouse the spirit—yet there also happens to be one more aspect of your sow that has caught your eye:
  2474. >It's that cutie mark of hers—that rising sun curiously peering at you from over the shimmering horizon.
  2475. >This sun is one well familiar to you, as it carries a punctual perplexity within its nubile nucleus.
  2476. >Moving your left hand along her body, you rest your fingers on her left flank and give her supple coat a gentle caress.
  2477. >Her questioned cutie mark is genially warm to the touch, as if pulsing with life—or perhaps fertility.
  2478. >You recall how it was at your very hand that her cutie mark changed to accommodate your destiny.
  2479. >But despite that, you still have no clue how you did that—nor do you know exactly what it is her new destiny even signifies.
  2480. >What you *do* know is that this mark makes her yours.
  2481. >Irregardless of what happened between you two in the past, this sow of a mare is your responsibility now, and you have no intention of abandoning her as a result of some petty grudge—especially after all the work you went through to claim her.
  2482.  
  2483. >As you continue to laxly trail a finger around the perimeter of her newfound destiny, you hear a hearty huff from your sow.
  2484. >Your eyes glide up along her body to meet her gaze; her expression is that of a lidded half-smile.
  2485. >It prompts you arch an eyebrow her way.
  2486. "Hm? Something wrong?"
  2487. >With another huff from her, she pushes herself up into a sitting position by your side.
  2488. >She then quickly straddles you, encompassing your thighs with her own and pressing her body up against yours.
  2489. "Oh?"
  2490. >You feel her pudgy tummy pleasantly squishing up against your gut—and you also feel your rigid length nestled right in between her soft mare milkers.
  2491. >Looping both of her forelegs over your shoulders, she warmly sighs against your chest before pulling herself up to be eye level with you.
  2492. >Peering deep into those amber eyes of hers, you pose a quizzical question:
  2493. "Something on my face, maybe?"
  2494. >She flashes you a wry grin and closes her eyes.
  2495. >You close your eyes much the same, expecting to soon feel the supple sensation of her pony lips upon yours.
  2496. >She does indeed give you a kiss—though not the kind you were expecting.
  2497. >Instead of a sloppily piglike mouth to mouth, she gently presses her fuzzy snout against your nose, entreating you with an endearingly eager Eskimo kiss.
  2498. >She subtly rubs her face against yours; the fur on her face feels quite tickly against your tender skin.
  2499. >As these nuzzly seconds pass, she becomes ever more brazen with swinish confidence; she leans into you, squashing her flexible snout against your nose and lining up her nostrils with yours.
  2500. >She then lightly sniffs at you, quietly taking in your scent.
  2501. >You find yourself returning her nasally affections, sniffing her up as she sniffs you.
  2502. >Compared to Flurry's sweet-scented exhalations, Luster's breath is earthy and smells strongly of hay.
  2503. >It's admittedly…overpowering to the senses, but you don't dislike it.
  2504. >In fact, you can't bring yourself to pull away from her; her breath tingles the mind in a surprisingly pleasant way.
  2505.  
  2506. >Once upon a time, even the mere idea of inhaling your sow's natural aroma would have caused you to gag uncontrollably.
  2507. >Yet here you are right now—quaintly sniffing her breath up as it were a flowery fragrance.
  2508. >Perhaps it's become something of an acquired taste—for your nose.
  2509. >Indeed, as you find yourself wanting to take in even *more* of your sow's scent, you wrap your arms around her back and—
  2510. >*Oink oink oink~*
  2511. >—she happily oinks against your lips, gleefully rubbing her entire body against yours as she revels in your reciprocation.
  2512. >…
  2513. >You open your eyes, seeing that hers are still closed.
  2514. >Lifting up your right hand, you slip your palm into the space between your faces and gently push her away.
  2515. >Her eyes shoot open the instant her nose leaves yours, and she needily whines into your repelling palm.
  2516. >Your reply is swift and stern:
  2517. "No whining."
  2518. >She emits a soft whimper, her amber eyes sorrowfully staring at you through the gaps between your fingers.
  2519. >You roll your eyes.
  2520. "Enough of that. Before we get out of bed, there's something I need to address…"
  2521. >You take the chance to remove the wooden cork atop her horn.
  2522. >After setting the cork down by your right side, you look back to Luster and knit your brows.
  2523. "…you can stop oinking, sow. Use your words."
  2524. >She takes several drawn-out blinks as she mentally processes your order.
  2525. >After giving your dictation a good deal of thought, she tilts her head.
  2526. >"Oink?"
  2527.  
  2528. >Sighing in irritation, you shake your head.
  2529. "No, I said to stop…"
  2530. >You pause.
  2531. >Then, you facepalm.
  2532. "…you just said the word 'oink.'"
  2533. >Her lips slowly curl into a grin.
  2534. >And she snorts out a laugh.
  2535. >"Eheh heh! Sorry, Master! Couldn't help it~"
  2536. >Clearly, the collar did nothing to staunch this mare's cheap sense of humour.
  2537. >Part of you wonders if she was merely withholding her wordage up to this point—or if the collar's command was inhibiting her speech in some way.
  2538. >In any case, it seems like you'll have to add "crass, raspy remarks" to the fat list of your sow's quirks.
  2539. >While she continues laughing, you quickly slide your right hand under her chin and firmly clamp her face between your fingers, swiftly silencing her snorts.
  2540. "So, you 'couldn't help' having fun at your Master's expense…"
  2541. >You narrow your eyes.
  2542. "…am I hearing this correctly?"
  2543. >"W-well, uh…"
  2544. >She falters under your intense gaze, flitting her eyes to the side and flopping down her ears.
  2545. >"Wh-when you put it like that…I-I, uh, th-thought it'd maybe be s-something that w-we could both laugh at, y-you know?"
  2546. >You scoff.
  2547. "Really, now…"
  2548. >Her eyes briefly flit to your face, and when she sees your unchanging expression, they quickly dart away.
  2549. >She gulps, nervously sniffling.
  2550. >It is only then that your expression lightens.
  2551. "…Okay, it was pretty funny."
  2552. >You let go of her chin.
  2553. >Her eyes anxiously drift back to you.
  2554. >Your lips slowly curl into a sly smile.
  2555. >Her countenance rises with relief, mouth steadily smiling as she responds with a nervy chuckle.
  2556. >"H-heh, right? It was—"
  2557. >You once again silence her—this time with a playful boop on the snout.
  2558. "I'm still gonna have to punish you, though."
  2559. >"Y-you are…?"
  2560. >She gulps again.
  2561. >"Wh-what do you have in mind?"
  2562. "It's something that'll make a *naughty* pig like you squeal a thousand times over."
  2563. >You blow a warm breeze across her face, causing her lips to lightly part in response.
  2564. "Take a guess at what I plan to do to you, sow."
  2565. >You pull away from her face with a smirk.
  2566. >She briefly bites her bottom lip, and you can feel her shapely thighs softly clench around your own as her mind races.
  2567. >Soon enough, answers spill out of her mouth, one after the other:
  2568. >"S-spitting in my mouth and forcing me to swallow?"
  2569. >"U-using my face as your seat cushion for the whole day?"
  2570. >"B-breeding my pigwomb until my ovaries squeal in repentance?"
  2571. >Her lip biting has become lip chewing at this point; she now grinds her teeth against her bottom lip, amorously awaiting her atonement at your firm hand.
  2572. >Your mouth forms a flummoxed flatline at her overactive imagination.
  2573. >Still, you see no reason to dispel those expectations quite just yet.
  2574. >Using both hands, you gently push back against her fluffy chest, and you address her with a commandingly cold tone:
  2575. "Lie down, you dirty sow."
  2576. >Her tail bats against the mattress.
  2577. >"Nnf…okay, Master~"
  2578.  
  2579. >You push her over to the left so as to avoid squashing your legs under her heft.
  2580. >Following your applied force, Luster flops back onto the mattress and lies supine.
  2581. >After taking a deep breath, she spreads both her forelegs and hindlegs wide, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.
  2582. >"Ready whenever you are~"
  2583. >She lifts her head and flashes you a sleazy grin.
  2584. >"Punish your piggy however you like~"
  2585. >Upon finishing her saucy statement, she throws her head back and closes her eyes.
  2586. >She sticks out her tongue and lewdly waggles it about in the air, lapping at an unseen prize.
  2587. >…Jeez, this mare really puts the "lust" in Luster, doesn't she?
  2588. >While your sow is busy tonguing an invisible…whatever, you stealthily slip on some undies and position yourself by her left side.
  2589. >You take a deep breath of your own to brace yourself; you've done what you're gonna do before—but alas, it's not about to make it any easier.
  2590. >Slipping your left arm around her back and your right arm under her hocks, you heave out a hefty grunt and lift her up at both ends, soon holding her close to your chest.
  2591. >"H-huh…?"
  2592. >This sudden shift in altitude causes Luster to halt her tongue waggling.
  2593. >She quickly opens her eyes, and she gasps out loud once she realises how you're holding her.
  2594. >"M-master? You…uh…you're carrying me like…"
  2595. >Shuffling off of the bed, you soon stand up by the bedside, holding Luster in a bridal carry.
  2596. >It feels like you're trying to bear the weight of a whole bear.
  2597. >Keyword: trying.
  2598. "Yep, I'm—ugh—"
  2599. >"Wh-whoa! M-master!"
  2600. >Luckily, you manage to stop your wobbly legs from buckling in on themselves just in the nick of time.
  2601. >Jesus, did this mare get even heavier than last time?
  2602. >Maybe being under the influence of a mind-control spell makes you stronger.
  2603. >Or weightier.
  2604. >"Are you alright?" she asks you with a worried tone.
  2605. "Y-yeah. I'm fine, I think."
  2606. >You quickly clear your throat.
  2607. "Anyway—you like this?"
  2608. >You hold her a little bit closer to your torso for emphasis.
  2609. >She takes a moment to respond—closing her eyes, nuzzling into your chest, and humming in thought.
  2610. >"…Mm, I like it." She sighs happily. "Always did."
  2611. "Good. Then you'll love what comes next."
  2612. >"Oh yeah?"
  2613. >She flashes you a toothy grin.
  2614. >"What's next? Are we moving over to our honeymoon suite~?"
  2615. "You could say that…"
  2616. >"Heh, I think I could get used to punishments like these~"
  2617. >You walk over to the bedroom door.
  2618. >"Oh! Allow me, honey-buns~"
  2619. >She magically opens your door for you.
  2620. >You step through the doorway and into the hall.
  2621. "Thanks, sweetie-poo."
  2622. >She chuckles at your nickname, soon closing the door behind you.
  2623. >"So, where are we going?"
  2624. "The bath."
  2625. >"Ah, alright."
  2626. >Taking a deep breath, you begin to make your way down the wall.
  2627. >"Heh heh, bath…"
  2628. >You take a few steps forward.
  2629. >"Wait."
  2630. >You take a few more steps forward.
  2631. >"Wait NOOOOOO—"
  2632.  
  2633. *** 16 ***
  2634.  
  2635. "Hold still."
  2636. >"Mmmnrgh…"
  2637. >Your lathered hands meticulously run through a tangled thicket of orange and yellow, much to the chagrin of the mare beneath it.
  2638. >"Nnrgh…"
  2639. >You and Luster are now in the bathroom, sitting in the bathtub together.
  2640. >Thankfully, there's more than enough room in the tub for the two of you to move around with minimal hindrance.
  2641. >You are sitting upright at one end of the tub, while your legs stretch out all the way towards the other end.
  2642. >Luster herself is sitting in between your legs, facing away from you.
  2643. >The messy mop of horse hair before your eyes is her matted mane, and you are currently applying a generous amount of mane conditioner to it.
  2644. >Ignoring her low groans and discomforted moans, you gently comb through your sow's lumpy locks with your soapy fingers—taking great care not to tangle these follicles any further.
  2645. >Let it be known that it took no small amount of effort to get to this point; you had to give this mare's greasy coat several *deep* rinses before you could set her in the bath and have the bathwater be…inhabitable—for lack of a better word.
  2646. >But thanks to your tireless efforts, you've washed enough of this mare's body to the point where you may safely sit in the bathtub together.
  2647. >Her mane, however—is still a total mess. But you're working on that.
  2648. >You've wet her mane, shampooed it, rinsed it off, and once you get this conditioner in—you can finally give this mare the hair care that she deserves.
  2649. >Now, as for your bathroom itself: while it's certainly no royal spa—you like to think this place gets the job done well enough.
  2650. >Directly to your left, you have a white-tiled wall that reaches all the way up to the beige ceiling, as walls tend to do.
  2651. >And over on your right, you have the rest of your bathroom—toilet and toiletries included.
  2652. >The bathwater is both pleasantly warm and soapily bubbly, reaching up to both your stomach and Luster's chest.
  2653. >Naturally, the two of you are completely naked.
  2654. >For you, it means the obvious—removing every article of clothing on your person.
  2655. >For her, it means taking off that black choker of hers—as well as the red hairband that tied up the back of her mane.
  2656. >Luster's frumpy mane, with her frizzy ponytail and loopy forelock—is now one uniformly wet mass of straightened mare hair.
  2657. >During your lathering and lotioning, you taken great care to keep her soapy locks out of her amber eyes.
  2658. >Incidentally, now that her mane has been fully let down, you're starting to see a whole new side to your sow.
  2659. >It's a barer side, a more vulnerable side.
  2660. >It's a side that, perhaps, she's been wanting to show you for a very long time.
  2661.  
  2662. "Alright…"
  2663. >You move your hands away from her thoroughly conditioned mane.
  2664. "…that'll be enough mane conditioner."
  2665. >Extending your right arm over the tub's rim, you hold out your hand expectantly.
  2666. "Now," you command, "pass me the brush."
  2667. >Luster heaves out a sigh, lighting up her horn.
  2668. >"Okay…" she grumbles.
  2669. >She can complain all she likes, but she's still bound to your dominion.
  2670. >You *will* care for your sow, whether she likes it or not.
  2671. >Soon enough, you feel a wooden weight being carefully deposited upon your open palm—it's the handle of your manebrush.
  2672. >And with manebrush now in hand, you tenderly comb through Luster's mane, starting from the tips and slowly working your way up to the roots.
  2673. >Whenever you encounter a particularly gnarly knot in her mane, you gently separate the tangled strands with your fingers and keep on brushing.
  2674. >"Grgrmrng…"
  2675. >Luster squirms in discomfort as you carefully tend to her delicate follicles.
  2676. >Momentarily stopping your manecare, you set your brush upon the tub's rim.
  2677. >You then thoughtfully massage around her tensed-up shoulders.
  2678. "Am I hurting you?"
  2679. >"N-no, it's just…"
  2680. >She sighs.
  2681. >"Wouldn't you rather wanna…y'know…use me?"
  2682. >You arch an eyebrow.
  2683. "'Use you?'"
  2684. >"Y-yeah, just…just use me like the dirty sow I am. It's…it's why I'm here, isn't it?"
  2685. >She huffs, tone lowering to a murmuring mumble:
  2686. >"You don't have to…to waste your time with all this fancy manecare. I-I don't need it."
  2687. >You shake your head.
  2688. "I don't have to—but I want to."
  2689. >Once again picking up your tool of detanglement, you resume your brushing.
  2690. "You might be my sow, but I can see a beautiful mare slumbering within you."
  2691. >You gently untangle a few more snarls in her mane.
  2692. "And as your Master, it's my duty to bring that mare out."
  2693. >The air hangs silent after your statement, the quietude only broken up by the subtle splashes of the bathwater and the serene sound of a brush running through mane.
  2694. >Eventually, you hear a light sniffle coming from Luster.
  2695. >You may not be able to see her expression, but you can feel her body relaxing ever so slightly.
  2696.  
  2697. >You continue to work through your sow's mane, making it all the way down to her roots where those pesky tangles are most prominent.
  2698. >Switching gears from bristle to gristle, you slowly work through each of the many snarls and gnarls that pervade her clumpy mane using your very own fingers.
  2699. >As you climb up along the crest of her neck, you can hear Luster making short sighs and quiet hums in response to your Masterly ministrations.
  2700. >While these noises are far from the gasping moans of euphoric pleasure that you are used to hearing from mares under your command, you nonetheless find these sounds to be quite pleasing to the ear.
  2701. >Her suspirations are ones of soft appreciation—and thus, they manage to coax a satisfied smile from your lips.
  2702. "So, you finally coming around to this?" you tease, running a finger through a smoothened strand of her mane.
  2703. >She takes a few seconds to respond while you clear away another knot in her locks.
  2704. >"It's…it's okay, yeah."
  2705. >She breathes out a sigh that's both long and deep, before continuing:
  2706. >"It's nice…"
  2707. "Good to hear."
  2708. >The rest of Luster's manecare is spent in contented silence; no more words are spoken from her as you work through the rest of her mane.
  2709. >However, her body provides you with ample amounts of physical feedback regarding your efforts; as the minutes continue to drag on, she steadily leans back against your torso.
  2710. >Indeed, the higher you work up along her crest, the closer she draws to your chest.
  2711. >And by the time you reach her poll and begin untangling her forelock—you realise that you're effectively spooning her whilst sitting in an upright position.
  2712. >She now sits on your lap, back lined up with your front, while her hindlegs lie atop your human legs.
  2713. >Yet, despite this near-optimal closeness, you can still feel her body subtly squirming against yours, as if yearning for something more.
  2714. >It's only once you've cleared away most of the tangles in her forelock do you finally address her:
  2715. "Something up?"
  2716. >She lightly gasps at your interrogative tone, perhaps surprised that you caught her out.
  2717. >"N-nothing bad. I just…"
  2718. >She wistfully sighs.
  2719. >"…I really like this."
  2720. >You chuckle.
  2721. "And to think you started out hating this when we got in the tub."
  2722. >Your sow has come a long way in such a short time—and all it took was some TLC on your part.
  2723.  
  2724. >"Mm…"
  2725. >She resumes her back-against-body squirming—but this time, she makes no attempts to hide her motions.
  2726. >"I…I want you to take care of me, Master," she speaks up. "I want to be cared for…"
  2727. >Her breathing quickens, and you notice how most of her movements are centred around her rump.
  2728. >"I want you to make me feel needed…and pampered…"
  2729. >Deeply inhaling through her nose, she slightly slides her body up along yours.
  2730. >"And…and I want…"
  2731. >She then lowers herself down onto your rigid member, steadily submerging you into her needy depths.
  2732. "O-oh."
  2733. >She throws her head back against your left shoulder and heartily exhales:
  2734. >"…aaahhh~"
  2735. >It is only now that you realise what she was trying to do with her prior shuffling and fidgeting.
  2736. >An astute Master—you are most certainly not.
  2737. >Luster's movements completely still once she has you firmly wedged inside of her.
  2738. >With her eyes closed and her head tilted up towards the ceiling, she breathes in and out through happily flared-out nostrils, smilingly savouring the feeling of her Master's meat filling her right up.
  2739. "Sow," you address her with a neutral tone.
  2740. >Her eyes shoot open, and her breath nervously hitches.
  2741. >"Y-yeah…?"
  2742. >You *could* call her out for her sly manoeuvre.
  2743. >But…
  2744. "…it's nothing."
  2745. >You're not entirely against this.
  2746. >Slowly, she tilts her head your way, and a faint smile soon crosses her lips.
  2747. >"Thanks, Master."
  2748. >You had planned to brush her tail after this, but you suppose that can be put on hold for now.
  2749. >The two of you could both use a break from the toils of toiletry.
  2750.  
  2751. >And so, while resting both of your hands upon the tub's rim, you recline backwards.
  2752. >Naturally, Luster follows your movement, leaning back against you and keeping her head nestled against your left shoulder.
  2753. >Soon enough, you find yourself reclining against the sloped end of the bathtub, making it so that the bathwater now comes up to both of your upper torsos.
  2754. >You then gently slip your left arm under both of her elbows, laying your limb across and around her chest.
  2755. >With a light hum, she loops her forelegs around and over your forearm, reciprocating your embrace.
  2756. >She closes her eyes, as do you close yours.
  2757. >From there, the two of you simply lie there in the bath together, calmly enjoying each other's presence—that, and the cosy feeling of your dick firmly jammed inside of her cooch.
  2758. >No more words need to be exchanged between you both; the soft moans and hearty sighs that you two breathe out are more than enough to convey your ardent affections towards each other.
  2759. >Her hole is an auspiciously snug fit for your member, being blessed with just the right level of tightness and temperature.
  2760. >Neither of you even need to move while you're like this; mare pussy happens to have the godlike ability to efficiently work you over through controlled contractions alone.
  2761. >Thus, you can *keenly* feel every winking flex and rippling squeeze she gives you—just as you're *deeply* sure that she can feel every heated throb and pulsating twitch you give off inside her.
  2762. >You may have only owned your sow for less than a day, but her walls caress your length with the warm familiarity of a lover's touch, making you feel right at home within her swinish snatch.
  2763. >Hell, you could probably stay wedged inside of her canal for hours with nary a complaint from either of you.
  2764. >You honestly can't ever see yourself going back to human women after this—or any other kind of non-equine women, really.
  2765. >After all, it's just like Luster said yesterday:
  2766. >Humie dick and mare pussy truly are made for each other.
  2767.  
  2768. >Your sow deeply inhales through her nostrils.
  2769. >"Hffffff…"
  2770. >…
  2771. >And exhales equally as deeply through her mouth.
  2772. >"Haaaaaahhh…"
  2773. >She then playfully kicks her hindlegs along the water's edge, making a few splashes as she does.
  2774. >"Mm…really love this…"
  2775. >You let out a satisfied sigh of your own.
  2776. "Same here."
  2777. >There's nothing quite like the lazily lurid sensation of having slow sex with your supine sow in a nice, warm bath.
  2778. "But hey," you continue, "you liked the brushing part too, right?"
  2779. >It's a honest question, though your voice comes out a little needier than you had hoped.
  2780. >Luster snorts out a laugh in response.
  2781. >"Heh, that wasn't too bad either."
  2782. >You quirk an interrogative eyebrow.
  2783. "'Wasn't too bad?' Really? That's all I get?"
  2784. >Her lips purse, while her eyes guiltily flit over to the wall on the left.
  2785. >"I-I didn't mean it like that…"
  2786. >You let out a chuckle.
  2787. "I know."
  2788. >Taking your right hand off the tub's rim, you move your digits over to Luster's face and gently scritch under her chin.
  2789. >"Mhm…" she idly hums at your touch.
  2790. >She closes her eyes and angles her head upwards, quietly relishing the feeling of your fingers against her skin.
  2791. >After caressing your sow for a bit longer, you trail your right hand up along the side of her face, soon pinching a strand of her well-groomed forelock in between your index and thumb.
  2792. >Thanks to your earlier efforts, it no longer feels like the gnarled mess that it was before.
  2793. >There's still a particular coarseness to her mane's texture, but it now feels delightfully smooth when you run your fingers from root to tip.
  2794. "You really are one of a kind, Luster—a sow amongst sows."
  2795. >She partially opens her eyes, gazing forward at nothing in particular.
  2796. >"Mm…yeah?"
  2797. "Yeah."
  2798. >Spying a stray lingering knot within her mane, you gently untangle it.
  2799. "Take these luscious locks of yours, for instance."
  2800. >Seizing the moment, you tilt your head and lay a quick peck upon her right cheek.
  2801. >"A-ah…" she lightly gasps, eyes shooting open the rest of the way.
  2802. >Pulling away from her cheek, you continue:
  2803. "With proper care, I wager your wondrous mane could outshine even Flurry's."
  2804. >Her eyes quickly dart to your face, interest piqued.
  2805. >Now it's your turn to feel somewhat awkward under her intense stare.
  2806. >"Better than Flurry's, eh…?"
  2807. >Nestling her head against your left shoulder, Luster directs her gaze all the way up to the ceiling, and she soon closes her eyes in deep thought.
  2808. >"Hm…"
  2809. >After ruminating on your words, she snorts triumphantly, lips curling up into a widely satisfied smirk.
  2810. >"Heh."
  2811.  
  2812. >Through this intimate connection between man and sow, you can sense a fiercely competitive spirit burning from within Luster's loins.
  2813. >That aggressively swinish confidence she displays whenever the tide turns in her favour…
  2814. >Even though you've now been freed from Luster's mind-control magic—there's still a part of you that deeply enjoys seeing this side of her.
  2815. >Perhaps that's why you're openly lavishing her with such impromptu praise.
  2816. >Or maybe her tight tunnel is loosening your lips somewhat.
  2817. >In any case, you find yourself moving your right hand down her body to rest your palm atop her chubby tummy.
  2818. >Her belly is almost completely submerged under the warm bathwater, with only the top of it peeking out from the watery surface.
  2819. >The sight of her pliant pudge entices you on a primal level, and while most of it may be hidden from your leering eyes—it's free real estate for your fondling fingers.
  2820. "Whew…"
  2821. >You trail a few circles around her navel—testing the waters, so to speak.
  2822. >After giving her potbelly a few prodding pokes—you decide to grab a firm handful of her cushiony chub, softly squeezing and gently groping it at your leisure.
  2823. >"Mmph…"
  2824. >Luster's eyes steadily flutter open, and she lets out a light chuckle.
  2825. >"Getting a nice feel of my belly, are ya, Master~?"
  2826. "Oh, it's not just that."
  2827. >Her eyes slowly drift over to meet yours, and she arches a curious eyebrow.
  2828. >"Mm? Is that right?"
  2829. "Yeah."
  2830.  
  2831. >You give her belly a few appreciative pats, before sliding your hand downwards to caress the area just above her teats.
  2832. "These rubs are also my way of speaking directly to your womb."
  2833. >She lets out a light huff, keeping her nostrils flared out.
  2834. >"O-oh yeah? What're you telling her…?"
  2835. >Flashing her a smile, you gently press your fingers against her lower abdomen and knead into it.
  2836. "I'm telling her to open up and accept my kids."
  2837. >Her eyes shakily lid as she bites her bottom lip.
  2838. >"…Nnf."
  2839. >Luster shuffles in place, spurred to amorous action by your heated words.
  2840. >With great effort, she lifts up her jittering right hindleg, soon resting her hindhoof on the tub's right rim to steady herself.
  2841. >Both of her forelegs tighten their grip around your left forearm, while her flexing tunnel suddenly clamps down *hard* around your throbbing meat.
  2842. >"H-hah…!"
  2843. >Her floodgates promptly burst open, causing her to throw out moan after throaty moan as her whole body shudders against yours.
  2844. >Wrapped up by your arm and pierced by your penis, Luster enjoys the fierce throes of her swinely maregasm while comfily snuggled up to her Master in the bath.
  2845. >"Hah…hah…"
  2846. >You can't help but let out a few huffs of your own as her squashy walls gush all over you with gusto.
  2847. >Her grip on you is steadfast, and the spicy heat of her marely lubrication makes the bathwater feel sub-zero in comparison.
  2848. >The carnal clenches of her cosy canal make you want to fire off a few virile shots of your own.
  2849. >Alas, you've still a ways to go before you hit your peak.
  2850. >When all is said and done, Luster's orgasmic convulsions settle soon down, and in this afterglow—you can spy a slimily off-white substance floating up to the water surface just above where your pelvis is.
  2851. >Well, it looks like you can safely toss the hygienic portion of this bathtime right out.
  2852.  
  2853. >Luster gazes at the sight of her swinish squash polluting the bathwater and snorts out a huffing chuckle.
  2854. >"H-heh, that's my way of…nnf…of letting you know I'm squeezing out a few eggs for your swimmers to get to, Master~"
  2855. >Even though she's your slave, her tawdry nature hasn't diminished in the slightest.
  2856. >But you don't mind it, not one bit.
  2857. >With your lips curling up into a grin, you lay another gentle peck upon her right cheek and whisper into her ear:
  2858. "Then I'll be sure to let my swimmers know *exactly* where they should be heading."
  2859. >You softly scritch at her lower abdomen, causing her to subtly squirm and shakily sigh out:
  2860. >"H-hah…"
  2861. "They'll be going right in here…"
  2862. >You suddenly snort against her neck, causing her to shiver in delight.
  2863. "…where our kids are."
  2864. >She sharply inhales through her nose as your words surely rouse her womb to action.
  2865. >"Mmph…phew…"
  2866. >Luster lets her right hindleg splash back into the bathwater as she heatedly breathes in your words.
  2867. >You take the opportunity to give her piggish pudge a thorough rubbing, making clear your continued appreciation for her gropeable heft.
  2868. >Her rubbery walls calmly churn themselves around your throbbing cock, steadily recovering from their recent release—yet remaining ever eager to coax out yours.
  2869. >The two of you lie in silence for several seconds, basking in the steamy harmony between a man and his sow.
  2870. >Eventually, Luster speaks up, her voice intoned with wistful sentiment:
  2871. >"I wanna…I wanna bear your piglets so badly, Master…"
  2872. "Mm-hmm?" you respond. "That right?"
  2873. >"Uh huh, and I…I wanna…"
  2874. >She snorts out a heated huff of air before continuing:
  2875. >"…I wanna steal you away from Flurry."
  2876. >You stop rubbing her belly.
  2877. >Her candid confession of churlish covetousness brings with it a tense quietude.
  2878. >Even the very water feels like it has stilled.
  2879. >Bereft of an immediate response, Luster cautiously tilts her head to the right.
  2880. >You are already there to make eye contact with her.
  2881. >And with a calm expression upon your face, you stare deep into those wavering amber eyes of hers.
  2882. "…Is that so?" you ask with a neutral tone.
  2883. >She gives you a nod.
  2884. >"Y-yeah…"
  2885. >She gulps with trepidation, yet staunchly maintains eye contact with you.
  2886. >"Does…does wanting that make me a bad sow, Master?"
  2887. >Her lips lightly quiver, and her voice slightly cracks:
  2888. >"Do…do you hate me for feeling this way?"
  2889. >Your lips briefly purse.
  2890. "Well…"
  2891. >Casting your gaze over to the right and away from her, you tilt your head up to the ceiling.
  2892. >Using one of your fingers, you trail a lazy circle just under her navel.
  2893. "…I don't hate you for it."
  2894. >You leave your answer at that.
  2895. >Her eyes linger on you for a few moments.
  2896. >Then, she speaks up:
  2897. >"Would you like to hear more?"
  2898.  
  2899. >You take a couple of seconds to respond, narrowing your eyes at a particular corner of your beige bathroom ceiling.
  2900. >Emotions such as these are better directly confronted than left bottled up.
  2901. "…Go on."
  2902. >You can feel her smile at you.
  2903. >She tilts her head upwards to look up at the same spot as you while she muses out loud:
  2904. >"We'd move out to the countryside and raise a big family…just the two of us…"
  2905. >Her eyes partially lid as she openly verbalises her deepest daydreams.
  2906. >"It'd be somewhere we wouldn't have to keep up with Friendship lessons… Somewhere we wouldn't have to worry about conquering the world…"
  2907. >Closing her eyes, she lets out a soft sigh, and leans back against you.
  2908. >"…somewhere we could just raise our piglets in peace…"
  2909. "Mm…"
  2910. >The two of you lay there in silence, staring up at the ceiling together.
  2911. >As you continue to idly fondle her bellyfat, her clasping marehood continues to lovingly massage your buried manhood, yearning to coax out your creamy response.
  2912. >"So what do you think?" she suddenly speaks up.
  2913. "Hm?"
  2914. >"About us, about…that."
  2915. >You once again feel her expectant gaze upon you.
  2916. >"About the two of us running away from it all and living our own life together—we could do it, you know."
  2917. >You hum.
  2918. "It's tempting…"
  2919. >You tilt your head down and make firm eye contact with her.
  2920. "…but Flurry would have to come with us. I won't abandon either of you."
  2921. >Your uncompromising response causes her to sigh and deflate against your shoulder.
  2922. >"…Oh, okay."
  2923. >You have a pretty good idea as to what's causing her chagrin.
  2924. "Hey, you and Flurry are best friends, aren't you?"
  2925. >She looks away from you.
  2926. >"I…I guess we are…but…"
  2927. >She trails off, and you press her further:
  2928. "But?"
  2929. >Her lips purse, her ears flatten, and her reply is downcast:
  2930. >"…She scares me."
  2931. >You part your lips to formulate a response, only to find yourself stopped by a troubling train of thought.
  2932. >In Luster's eyes, Flurry is a mare who:
  2933. >Betrayed her trust while she was at her most vulnerable;
  2934. >Slapped her with several mind-bending magic spells, including one which would've left her braindead had she continued resisting;
  2935. >And viciously cuckqueaned her right in her face;
  2936. >After everything she's suffered through, it's no wonder Luster's terrified of Flurry.
  2937. >You doubt you can ease your sow's anxieties with words alone.
  2938. >So you hold your tongue for the time being.
  2939. >Instead of turning this tender bathtime into an impromptu therapy session, you decide to let your body do the rest of the talking.
  2940. >After all, where words may not suffice, a targetted belly rub should serve to soothe your sow's woes.
  2941. >Rub, rub, rub…
  2942. >Squish…
  2943. >"Mm…"
  2944. >Success.
  2945.  
  2946. >The supple feeling of your sow's fertile body inspires a innate desire to take this bathtime romp to the next level.
  2947. >Thus, you slowly sit up off of the sloped tub wall, taking Luster up with you.
  2948. >"Huh? Master? What are you…?"
  2949. >With your back fully upright and your meat still firmly hilted inside of her, Luster's head now hovers just below your chin.
  2950. >Leaning forward, you gently take the tip of her right ear in your mouth and lightly chew on it.
  2951. >"O-oh…!"
  2952. >The thin membrane of her horsey auricle is both delicate and sensitive, which is something you make sure to keep in mind while you lazily and lovingly nibble on her ear.
  2953. >"A-ah…!"
  2954. >Luster's breathing hastens in respond to your animalistic actions, and she needily grinds her rump against you, huffing and puffing to herself.
  2955. >You continue to support her forelegs with your left arm, while your right hand hungrily gropes at her squishy belly.
  2956. >Her paunch amplifies your passion; the more you feel her up—you more you *need* to feel her up.
  2957. >And so you knead and squeeze and finger and fondle her piggish pudge, relishing every single second of it.
  2958. >This cycle of desire spins on ever-greased wheels, and when your hoggish hankerings reach a ravenous fever pitch—you suddenly smack her tummy, making her chub jiggle and causing her to sound out a familiar grunt:
  2959. >*Oink!*
  2960. >And when you flick your tongue at the pinna of her ear and hoggishly snort down her canal, she oinks again:
  2961. >*Oink~!*
  2962. >And when you promptly buck your hips up into hers—making her whole body bounce and jiggle atop your lap—she gives off yet another sensual oink:
  2963. >*Oink~*
  2964. >You vigorously hump her from below as you chew on her ear and feel up her belly, causing the bathwater around you to ripple and splash as a result of your heated movements.
  2965. >*Oink oink~*
  2966. >Taking her ear out of your mouth, Luster tilts her head upwards and to the side, snorting and huffing and grunting as she gazes up at you with gluttonous desire in her eyes.
  2967. >You answer her wordless call to action and press your nose right against hers, greedily snorting up her natural scent as she gleefully sniffs up yours.
  2968. >*Oink oink oink~*
  2969. >At this point, you realise that you've been oinking along with her.
  2970. >Lost in the throes of pure primal passion, you've become a pig just like her.
  2971. >Yet you make no attempt to run from nor reject this moniker—instead, you embrace it.
  2972. >You willingly thrust upwards into your sow's deepest depths and oink into her mouth while you boarishly beat your turgid meat all the way through her porcine passage.
  2973. >*Oink oink oink~*
  2974.  
  2975. >This shared bathtub quickly becomes a carnal cacophony of snorting and squealing and splashing and squelching as you furiously bounce her fat swinely flanks atop your dick, bumping right up against her farrow factory.
  2976. >Every time you lift her up into the air with a womb-tickling thrust, she drops you right back down to the bathtub's bottom with a rippling slam of her piglet-bearing hips.
  2977. >Your bestial movements are accompanied by a tantalising jiggle of her bounteous belly as she bounds up and down your manhood.
  2978. >Even now, you simply can't stop yourself from greedily grabbing at her pudge and swinishly squeezing it as you keep pounding her pig pussy from below.
  2979. >*Oink oink oink~"
  2980. >The two of you shamelessly oink against each other's mouths as you snuffle and nuzzle your noses together, letting her piggish pheromones electrify your mind.
  2981. >You *will* make this sow bear your piglets.
  2982. >Flesh slaps against flesh, and you can feel your porcine peak fast approaching, so you heartily oink into your sow's mouth to let her know that she's about to be filled with a farrow.
  2983. >*Oink*
  2984. >She instantly picks up on your message, passionately oinking back.
  2985. >*Oink~!*
  2986. >She promptly drops her hips right down to your base, taking you all the way in.
  2987. >Her bounces stop, and she instead wiggles her ample rump into your crotch, cordially coaxing out your imminent life-giving load and aiming it straight into her primed pigwomb.
  2988. >As your pulsating porker passionately throbs inside of her sensually squeezing, moistly milking walls—you explosively bust.
  2989. >You erupt the fattest of nuts inside of this equally fat pig, hosing down her womb and clogging up her cervix with copious clumps of lumpy boarseed.
  2990. >Moaning oinks turn to squealing wheezes as your sweaty bodies shudder against each other's, with your right hand still kneading and groping at her fertile belly.
  2991.  
  2992. >And once you finally finish filling up your fecund fuckpig with the last of your virile loads, you notice that her chubby belly has grown just that little bit more rotund, greedily retaining all of your fat hogspunk.
  2993. >Panting and grunting, you gently lay your back against the sloped end of the bathtub once more and let your softening spear fall out of her swinely snatch.
  2994. >The moment your penis exits her pussy—Luster immediately turns herself over and thrusts her snout up against your nose for a post-coital nuzzle.
  2995. >Belly to belly, she swiftly throws her forelegs over your shoulders and hooks her hooves around your back.
  2996. >Just like before, she hungrily sniffs up your scent while she happily oinks against your lips.
  2997. >*Oink oink oink~*
  2998. >You unashamedly oink back, instinctually wishing to shower your freshly bred sow with bawdily boarish affection.
  2999. >*Oink oink oink~*
  3000. >You wrap both of your arms around her back to hold her close; your left hand rubs around her loin while your right rests behind her head.
  3001. >*Oink oink oink~*
  3002. >Her warmly sloshing belly squishes right up against yours; it's a soft sensation that brings you great satisfaction, knowing that your prospective piglets are currently swimming around in her fecund fields—strenuously searching for a swinely egg or two to thoroughly fertilise.
  3003. >*Oink oink oink~*
  3004. >The both of you oink at each other for a steamily long while, joyfully sniffing up one another's scents as you lie in the sexually drenched pigsty that your bathtub has become.
  3005. >Eventually, the thick swinely fog that had taken hold of your mind begins to lift, and the capacity for speech at long last returns to you.
  3006. >Between the two of you, it is Luster who finds her words first.
  3007. >Gazing at you with half-lidded eyes, she sensually sucks on your lips, peppering you with possessively piggish pecks as she throatily and repeatedly whispers into your mouth:
  3008. >"My boar~"
  3009. >*Chu~*
  3010. >"My boar~"
  3011. >*Chu~*
  3012. >"My boar~"
  3013. >*Chu~*
  3014.  
  3015. >She continues to do this for a good thirty seconds, driven purely by a sowly desire to lavish her beloved boar with oral affection.
  3016. >By the end of it all, you truly do feel like you've become her swinely mate.
  3017. >Thus, when she finishes, you bestially grunt against her lips, making her whole body shudder with wanton delight; her tail also splashes about in the murky bathwater behind her.
  3018. >That reminds you—you still haven't got around to brushing your sow's tail…
  3019. >"Mm…"
  3020. >Once again, she lines her nostrils right up with yours and shamelessly sniffs up your boarly smell.
  3021. >As she does so, she boasts her piggish pride out loud:
  3022. >"Heh, you and me…we're both pigs, Master~"
  3023. >*Sniff sniff sniff*
  3024. >"A beastly boar and his loyal sow~"
  3025. >*Sniiffff sniiffff*
  3026. >"Mated for life~"
  3027. >*Sniiiffffff~*
  3028. >After taking a particularly deep whiff of your heady human scent, she happily sighs against your lips with a widely dumb smile on her face.
  3029. >"Haaahhh~"
  3030. >You smile back at her, gently trailing circles around her loin using your left hand.
  3031. "I suppose we are."
  3032. >"Heh heh~"
  3033. >You take a good long whiff of her sexily sweaty pig musk.
  3034. >It's pungently pleasant, yet piquantly prominent—which presents some cause for concern when you were supposed to be washing this scent off of her.
  3035. >You snort against her face, making her giggle dreamily.
  3036. "You know…"
  3037. >Briefly tearing your gaze away from your sow, you examine the contents of your bathtub:
  3038. >Your bathwater is now more souped up then it is bubbly; with a slimy sheen upon its surface, this once-clean fluid now bears both the colour and consistency of cream.
  3039. >It also smells; it smells good—but it *smells.*
  3040. >And consider the two of you have been stewing in this yellowy squash for God knows how long, well…
  3041. "…we're gonna have to take another bath after this."
  3042. >She chuckles.
  3043. >"That's fine with me."
  3044. >She affectionately nuzzles you.
  3045. >"If it means spending more time with you, Master, then I don't mind bathing, not one bit."
  3046. >Who would've guessed that all it took to turn your stinky sow over on bathtime was to screw her in the tub?
  3047. >Pig behaviour sure is a fascinating subject.
  3048. >Perhaps you should pen a book on your findings one day.
  3049. >…
  3050. >After enjoying another intimate round of mouth-to-mouth oinking, the two of you proceed to take a second bath together.
  3051. >It takes no small amount of time and effort, but by the end of it all—you have Luster's cerise-pink coat sparkling to a healthy sheen, while both her mane and tail feel silky smooth to the touch.
  3052. >She might be your sow, but you've finally succeeded in bringing out a piece of the beautiful mare that resides within her.
  3053. >You both relish in this victory—
  3054. >And then take a cold shower afterwards.
  3055.  
  3056. *** 17 ***
  3057.  
  3058. >A few hours have passed since the steamy excitement of the early morn, and your makeshift massage parlour is now officially open for business.
  3059. >You are currently in your reception, seated behind your shiny crystal desk.
  3060. >Reclining back against your cushioned crystal chair, you take a moment to chew the scenery as your eyes lazily drift around the room.
  3061. >From the bulletin board on the right wall;
  3062. >To the comfy couch by the left wall;
  3063. >And all the way over to the entrance door that lies at the far end of your abode—
  3064. >Wherever you look, your reception masterfully blends both homeliness and professionalism into a potent pastiche of snug sophistication.
  3065. >At least, that's what you like to think.
  3066. >Alas, this home among houses won't be yours forever.
  3067. >Once you and Flurry finally take the throne together, you'll be living in a bonafide castle—and thus, you'll have no more need of this parlour-dwelling.
  3068. >Knowing that you shall one day have to say goodbye to the place you've made so many memories in fills you with a strange sense of solemnity.
  3069. >…
  3070. >Anyway, time to peruse some more Playcolt.
  3071. >Quickly flipping over to the usual page, you gaze upon that paper-bound pin-up of perfection: the matchless visage of a white mare draped in black lingerie.
  3072. >This timeless unicorn somehow manages to become more magical every time you look at her; she exudes a pure, coquettish feminity that few could even hope to contest.
  3073. >Her sultry half-smile inspires a boundless hope for the future within you—while her gleaming emerald eyes instil you with the adamantine confidence required to see things through.
  3074. >In a way, it feels swinishly sacrilegious to ogle her so openly.
  3075. >Actually…no.
  3076. >It's time to put an end to this ceaseless deluge of wanton debauchery.
  3077. >To you, this white-coated mare has become so much more than a softcover sex symbol.
  3078. >She has become an icon of intrepidity—a sensually shining beacon that has laboriously lit your way on the path to becoming a highly motivated Master.
  3079. >And it's all thanks to her radiant visage that you are now able to spill your seed somewhere more meaningful.
  3080. >To fall back on your wastefully lecherous ways would be an insult to her inanimate incandescence.
  3081. >You shall debase her holy form no longer; from now on, you shall venerate this mare not with your loins—but with your heart.
  3082. >…
  3083. >Which means you're gonna have to find another pony to crank your hog to.
  3084.  
  3085. >Thus, you begin mindlessly flipping through the pages.
  3086. >Flip flip flip.
  3087. >You hope to find a mare even a fraction as attractive as that ivory unicorn.
  3088. >Flip flip flip.
  3089. >Your sweeping search through this paperback prairie is meticulously monomaniacal.
  3090. >Flip flip flip.
  3091. >Yet no matter where you look, none manage to—
  3092. >Wait.
  3093. "Oh, hello…"
  3094. >Your fingers stop. The pages still.
  3095. >And you…you are utterly enthralled by what lies before your eyes.
  3096. >Indeed, you have found a mare.
  3097. >An earth pony, to be exact.
  3098. >Her cream-coloured coat bears a healthy sheen, looking as soft as it is stationary.
  3099. >Her wavily curled mane is a two-tone mix of light and dark blues, carrying the serenity of a calm sea at daybreak.
  3100. >Her deep-green peepers are portals to a tranquil forest, while the space between her eyes is occupied by a flourishing field of feminine freckles.
  3101. >In comparison to your white unicorn's coquettish charm, this earth pony has a certain *matronly* mien about her—an aura of experience, one might say.
  3102. >She may not be the mare of your dreams—but she can certainly play a suitable substitute.
  3103. >Her photo takes up the entirety of the left page; it's oriented for a landscape view, so you rotate your magazine ninety degrees to the left to get the optimal eyeful.
  3104. >Resting atop satin sheets, this earthy mare lies on her left side, flashing a saucy smile towards the camera—and your eyes besides.
  3105. >Incidentally, that's not the only thing she's flashing.
  3106. >Her right hindleg is lifted sky high, giving you—her magnanimous viewer—a eye-popping panorama of her…
  3107. >Massive.
  3108. >Mare.
  3109. >Mammaries.
  3110. >You really cannot understate how large these things are.
  3111. "Jesus…they're bigger then her head…"
  3112. >Calling these milky mountains "teats" wouldn't do nearly enough justice when it comes to describing the scope of this mare's engorged endowments.
  3113. >Hell, even calling them "crotchboobs" would be another grave insult to their humongous heft.
  3114. >Nay, this mare bears crotchbazongas on a colossal scale.
  3115. >And if that wasn't enough—her honkers also freely leak marely milk from their nipples, staining the bedsheets below.
  3116. >The title of this magnificent pin-up? Why, it's none other than…
  3117. >'Got Milk?'
  3118.  
  3119. "Whew…"
  3120. >You had no idea Playcolt magazines could possibly get that saucy.
  3121. >Seriously, how do they even *get* that big?
  3122. >Selective breeding between particularly *earthy* earth ponies?
  3123. >Magical mammary manipulation?
  3124. >A solemn prayer to the Goddess of—
  3125. >"My teats are fatter," a voice blurts out from your right side.
  3126. >Tearing your lecherous gaze away from the magazine before you, you tilt your head over to the right.
  3127. >Luster is there, standing by your side and reared up onto her hindlegs; her body is leaning forwards against your crystal desk, while her forehooves are resting on top of its shiny surface.
  3128. >Her amber eyes are fixated on a familiar place, as she's currently sneaking a peek at the inner pages of your Playcolt magazine—and you note that she's bearing quite the envious expression upon her face.
  3129. >Now that your sow has been thoroughly bathed, she once again wears her usual accessories: a red hairband tying up the back of her flamey mane into a frizzy ponytail—and a black choker worn around the middle of her equine neck.
  3130. >Also, in this reared-up position that she's taken, her chubby tummy pliably presses into the desk's edge, making her bellyfat spill across—
  3131. >Ahem.
  3132. "You know, sow," you address her with a stern tone, "it's considered impolite to interrupt someone who's reading."
  3133. >She flinches at your voice, shamefully sucking in her lips.
  3134. >"O-oh. Sorry, Master."
  3135. >In lieu of Jimmy Cart's absence: Luster Dawn is serving as your assistant for the day.
  3136. >Surprisingly, your sow is actually pretty good at her job—if a little too prone to making crass remarks.
  3137. >"B-but it's true!" Luster sputters. "You've seen 'em! F-felt 'em, even!"
  3138. >Leaning forward in your crystal chair, you give yourself a delectable viewing angle with which to freely ogle the upper half of Luster's body.
  3139. >Your eyes deliberately drift along her swinely form, starting from the tip of her horny head—and moving down to her pudgy belly, which is tantalisingly spilled out across the desktop.
  3140. "Hm…"
  3141.  
  3142. >You must admit: she has a very nice tummy—very grabbable—but right now, you're more interested in what's under it.
  3143. >So, after setting your copy of Playcolt on the desk, you recline back into your crystal chair, clasp your hands together, and command her thus:
  3144. "Show me."
  3145. >She nods, taking the chance to clamber up onto your desk.
  3146. >After taking a few steps across the surface, Luster rests on top of your magazine, squashing its pages against your counter's crystal surface and thus completely concealing its capacious contents from your Masterly eyes.
  3147. >With a huff, she lies down on her right side, mirroring the pose that the milky mare had taken in the magazine.
  3148. >She then slowly and shakily lifts her left hindleg, proudly showing off her natural knockers to you.
  3149. >As she does so, she flashes you a tremblingly toothy grin.
  3150. >"H-heh, have a look, Master~"
  3151. >Your sow displays bravado, sure—yet you can also detect a smidgen of sheepishness within her confident exterior.
  3152. >It's something you keep well in mind as you trail your gaze down along her body.
  3153. >Narrowing your eyes, you soon set your sights upon her swinely bounty—those generous mounds of darkened teatflesh.
  3154. >Given her sidelong position, her left udder rests just atop her right, and, following gravity's sensual pull, the topmost teat suggestively squishes against the bottom teat as they both lightly press into her inner right thigh.
  3155. >Even from a mere glance, you can easily tell that her fat milkers have a respectable heft to them; no doubt they could easily feed a full farrow of hungry piglets and then some.
  3156. >…
  3157. >Yet you also can't deny that her mammaries have nothing on those that belong to the milky mare of Playcolt.
  3158. >…
  3159. >But that's okay.
  3160. >Luster is your sow—not your cow.
  3161. >The teats that she's been endowed with are more than enough for your Masterly needs.
  3162.  
  3163. >"S-so what do you think?"
  3164. >Luster gazes at you expectantly.
  3165. "Hm…"
  3166. >You reach out your right hand and slip your fingers underneath her bottommost teat, soon lifting both of her mounds up in your palm.
  3167. "These…"
  3168. >You *could* give her the honest truth.
  3169. >However, it's clear that your sow places a great deal of pride in her natural assets.
  3170. >So, rather than crush her swinely spirit, you decide to say…
  3171. "…these are the best teats I've ever seen."
  3172. >Her grin widens at your words.
  3173. >Flicking her head to the side, she lets out a victorious snort.
  3174. >"Heh! Knew it~"
  3175. >You've come to deeply enjoy those confident snorts and smirks your sow makes whenever she feels self-assured about something.
  3176. >It's almost as if part of her pride diffuses back into you whenever you fan her ego in such a manner.
  3177. >Slightly scooting forward, Luster presses her lower body against your hand, letting her squashed teats occupy more of your palm.
  3178. >"Go on, Master, have a feel—they're all yours~"
  3179. >At your sow's raunchy endorsement, you do indeed "have a feel" of her organic outcroppings.
  3180. >Her fleshy mounds are furless, carrying a purplish colouration to them that perfectly complements her pink pelt.
  3181. >And while that magazine-bound milky mare's teats could completely fill up a whole bowl—Luster's teats, on the other hand, comfortably spill out around your palm.
  3182. >You playfully squish and squeeze the both of these malleable mounds within your right hand; they are pleasantly leathery to the touch.
  3183. >"Nnf…"
  3184. >Her mammaries are filled with warmth; alas, as your sow is a gilt who is yet to birth her first farrow of lively piglets—her udders utterly lack any live-giving fluids.
  3185. >Still, that's no reason not to give them some boarish affection in the here and now.
  3186. >Leaning forward and lifting her teats up in your hand, you lay a brief suckling kiss upon each tender nipple.
  3187. >"O-ooh…"
  3188. >You draw out no milk, as to be expected—however, the supple feeling of your smooching lips upon her sensitive skin serves as a titillating enough experience for the both of you.
  3189. >Pulling away, you hear Luster steam out a long snort through her flared nostrils.
  3190. >"Master…" she huskily growls out.
  3191. >You direct your eyes upwards, seeing your sow dreamily gaze back at you while breathing heavily.
  3192. "Yes?"
  3193. >"I can…I can make 'em lactate right now, y'know? There are all sorts of spells for that kind of thing—and I know a few."
  3194. "Oh really?"
  3195. >She nods.
  3196. >You thoughtfully smack your lips together, shooting a brief glance towards her ample teatmeat.
  3197. "Well then—" you flit your gaze back to hers. "—what are you waiting for?"
  3198. >Your eyes narrow, and you bark out your command:
  3199. "Do it, sow—make those milkers of yours rife with life."
  3200.  
  3201. >She shivers at your authoritative tone and lightly bites her bottom lip.
  3202. >"R-right away, Master."
  3203. >Her horn quickly lights up.
  3204. >Trailing your eyes back to her teats, you can see the both of them now emitting an ardently amber glow from within, with her channelled magic serving to stimulate milk production inside her swinely udders.
  3205. >Luster gasps out a few light moans as she magically modifies her mammaries to produce milk.
  3206. >After several stimulative seconds, the aura around her horn dissipates, and the rich radiance within her boobflesh fades.
  3207. >She takes a few deep breaths to recuperate.
  3208. >"O-okay, I…ph-phew…"
  3209. >After taking another deep breath, she gently rests the right side of her head on your desk's surface.
  3210. >"That…th-that should do—"
  3211. >Her left hindleg twitches, and her topmost teat—her left one—reflexively juts out a small squirt of milk.
  3212. >"A-ah…!" she sharply gasps.
  3213. >You chuckle.
  3214. "It looks like you could use some relief."
  3215. >She flashes you a weary smile and weakly chuckles back.
  3216. >"E-eheh…y-yeah… Um, could you, Master…?"
  3217. >Her lidded eyes glimmer with need.
  3218. >You silently nod in response.
  3219. >She lets out a soft sigh.
  3220. >"Thanks…"
  3221. >Taking another look at her stacked teats, you can see her top nipple steadily leaking milk from as a result of its earlier squirt.
  3222. >Wasting no more time, you quickly lean in and seal your lips around her leaky nipple.
  3223. >You roll your tongue around her twitching tip, lapping up her leaky liquids—
  3224. >"O-ooh…!"
  3225. >—and stimulating the release of a few more milky squirts from her excitable duct.
  3226. >You, of course, drink it all down.
  3227. >The flavour of her milk is blissfully sweet, yet it also bears a strong strawberry aftertaste to it.
  3228. >Peculiar, yet utterly delectable all the same.
  3229. >When your sow's spontaneous squirts stop providing you with delicious swinely nectar, you roughly suckle at her teat, wordlessly demanding more.
  3230. >"A-ah!" she gasps. "M-master…!"
  3231. >She vocalises a throaty squeal, gushing out milk at your mouthy command.
  3232. >Your sow's milk freely flows into your gullet like warm honey.
  3233. >You simply can't get enough of it.
  3234. >It revitalises you in a way that cannot be understated, pulsing waves upon waves of rousing energy all throughout your body.
  3235. >"Mmph…Master…"
  3236. >You can hear your sow oinking aloud as you thirstily drink up her leaky lactate.
  3237. >*Oink oink oink~*
  3238. >She also gently coos to you as you furiously feed from her top teat:
  3239. >"Master…my Boar~"
  3240. >*Oink oink oink~*
  3241. >"Drink up as much of my milk as you like~"
  3242. >*Oink oink oink~*
  3243. >"It's all yours…"
  3244. >*Oink oink oink~*
  3245. >"*I'm* all yours~"
  3246. >*Oink oink oink~*
  3247. >"And I'll always *be* yours~"
  3248. >*Oink oink oink~*
  3249. >"Because as long as I'm with you I—"
  3250. >*Dinga-linga-ling*
  3251.  
  3252. >You quickly stop suckling, and you quirk an queer eyebrow at that equally queer noise.
  3253. >What was that, a ringing sound?
  3254. >Why is there a ringing sound in your parl—
  3255. >Eyes shooting open in realisation, you promptly detach from your sow's nipple.
  3256. >Ignoring Luster's startled gasp and gaze, you yank your entire body backwards—nearly falling out of your chair—as you hurried stand up and speedily circle around to the front of your desk.
  3257. >Luster quickly lowers her hindleg and gulps, staying rooted in place for a myriad of reasons.
  3258. >Someone's coming through your front door.
  3259. >Shit. What do you do? What do you do?
  3260. >You need to look like you weren't just sucking on a fat teat.
  3261. >How do you do that? Get rid of the evidence?
  3262. >Milk moustache? Is that a thing? Maybe?
  3263. >Using your right hand, you furiously wipe off the area around your mouth, just in case.
  3264. >You then wipe said hand off on the hem of your shirt, just in further case.
  3265. >Yeah. That'll do it.
  3266. >You are a very professional human.
  3267. >And once you coolly lean back against the desk and fold your arms—you are now a very presentable human, as well.
  3268. >It's a simple as that.
  3269. >It's the magic of humanity, or something.
  3270. >Mind running too fast to think straight.
  3271. >All you can do is breathlessly watch as your prospective client enters your reception through the front door.
  3272. >Once their wide, woolly body stands loud and proud by the entryway, you calmly identify them as—
  3273. >*STOMP*
  3274. >"Yak come for massage!"
  3275. >It's her:
  3276. >Yak.
  3277. >Wait. No.
  3278. >Yak has a name.
  3279. >You awkwardly clear your throat and address her:
  3280. "D-deena, welcome."
  3281. >The dark brown yak known formally as Deena stares back at you—at least, you *think* she's staring back at you; the eye-covering bangs of her braided gamboge mane render her expression an utterly enigmatic one.
  3282. >You bump your butt away from the desk's edge and take a few tentative steps towards her.
  3283. "It's, um, great to see you, and…"
  3284. >Yaks are a lot larger than ponies.
  3285. >She stands tall enough that her head comes up to your collarbone—and that's while she's still on all four legs.
  3286. >Raising her right foreleg, she lifts up her bangs and stares past you with squinted eyes.
  3287. >She then blinks bemusedly.
  3288. >"What human doing with pink pony?"
  3289.  
  3290. "Th-that, uh, w-well…"
  3291. >Her words leave you wide-eyed and winded for a good couple of seconds.
  3292. >You throw a shaky glance behind you and check the desk:
  3293. >Luster hasn't moved a muscle; she's still lying on her side, facing away from you.
  3294. >She's also frozen in place, probably feeling just as awkward as you are.
  3295. >You turn back to Deena.
  3296. >Deena's bangs now once again cover the top half of her face—yet you can still feel her eyes boring straight into you, expecting an answer.
  3297. >Quick, Anon—how do you bullshit your way out of this one?
  3298. "I-I'm, uh…"
  3299. >You clear your throat.
  3300. "…i-inspecting her! Yeah! She's my new assistant s-so I have to inspect her for…uh…reasons."
  3301. >She tilts her head to look at the desk.
  3302. >Then, she looks back at you.
  3303. >"Inspect? Pink pony here to help human?"
  3304. >You hastily nod.
  3305. >"Where *other* pink pony helper go?"
  3306. "J-jimmy is on, um, vacation."
  3307. >She takes a while to respond, silently scrutinising you from behind those thick bangs of hers.
  3308. >Your eyes are drawn to the pair of large horns that jut out from her head; they're greyish in colour, curving upwards into the air.
  3309. >Each horn has a golden ring affixed around the middle.
  3310. >Her horns look nice.
  3311. >They also look very sharp.
  3312. >Eventually, Deena gives you a sagely nod.
  3313. >"Vacation good for soul."
  3314. "Y-yeah. I agree."
  3315. >You nervously cough.
  3316. "Um, anyway—enough about that. How have you been?"
  3317. >Her lips curl upwards into a wide grin.
  3318. >"Hoho! Today is big day for yak-kind! Deena getting ready to celebrate!"
  3319. >You cross your arms, intrigued.
  3320. "A 'big day for yak-kind,' you say? What's happening?"
  3321. >She jubilantly stomps both forehooves into your poor floor.
  3322. >"Today, Yak Princess visiting Crystal Empire! Princess Esmeralda!"
  3323. >She proudly puffs out her woolly chest.
  3324. >"Deena and Yak Princess know each other since little yak-hood, so Deena and Yak Princess *best* friends!"
  3325. >You slowly nod.
  3326. "I see…"
  3327. >Best friends with a princess?
  3328. >Sounds familiar…
  3329.  
  3330. >"Right now, Yak Princess busy on official business over at shiny pony castle," Deena continues, "but later, Deena tell her all about human massage!"
  3331. >She points at you.
  3332. >"Yak Princess will want to feel soft human hands on yak body!"
  3333. >She chortles.
  3334. >"And human get to massage yak royalty! Ho ho ho!"
  3335. >Her boisterous enthusiasm is admittedly quite infectious, and you find yourself letting out a light chuckle of your own.
  3336. she folds up her wings and clambers onto your bed, keeping her gaze locked on Luster.
  3337. >Slowly, Flurry makes her way over to you—but after taking a few steps, Luster tightens her hoofgrip around you and emits a low, territorial growl, her tail whipping at the bedsheets by your legs.
  3338. "Massaging royalty, eh?"
  3339. >You remember desiring such a thing, once upon a time.
  3340. >However, now that you're the proud owner of a pink pony princess, these desires have become reality—and you can run your hands over royalty whenever you want.
  3341. >Of course, since said princess also wishes for you to live with her in her castle—that means your days as a humble Handyman are drawing to a close.
  3342. "Then again," you speak up, verbalising these innermost sentiments, "I might not even be around to massage her when she comes along."
  3343. >Deena suddenly stops laughing, mouth falling into a frown.
  3344. >"What? Not around?" she barks. "What human mean by that?"
  3345. "Well, I, um…"
  3346. >Her piercing glare can be felt even through her bangs; it gores you with goosebumps.
  3347. >Taking a deep breath, you continue:
  3348. "…I'm actually thinking of closing up shop soon."
  3349. >She gasps, mouth hanging utterly agape.
  3350. >"Human quitting?!" she booms. "Why?! Explain now!"
  3351. >Her loud voice rattles your very bones and forces you to flinch.
  3352. >Nonetheless, you clear your throat and steel your nerves as you attempt to plead your case to this woolly death machine:
  3353. "I'm…I'm looking to switch careers, b-branch out from the whole 'hand' thing, you know? Thing is—I've always wanted to become an, uh…"
  3354. >You throw a brief glance to the sow lying behind you, and then back to Deena.
  3355. "…farmer."
  3356. >Deena stays quiet for several stodgy seconds, expression unchanging, bangs unyielding.
  3357. >Every tense second feels both heavier and longer than the last.
  3358. >Eventually, she takes one step forward.
  3359. >Then another.
  3360. >A few more.
  3361. >She then lunges at you, forelegs outstretched.
  3362. >All you can do is gasp out an—
  3363. "Urk—!"
  3364. >—before everything goes woolly.
  3365. >Your face is forced into her chest, while her weighty limbs savagely squeeze you at all sides, compressing every ounce of oxygen out from your body.
  3366. >Ah, so this is how it ends:
  3367. >Crushed to death by a yak.
  3368. >You always figured that one of your customers would eventually slaughter you in a fit of rage.
  3369. >It's a shame your premonition came true.
  3370. >To think, you were only one more day away from retirement.
  3371. >Oh well. You had a good run, Anon.
  3372. >"Deena will miss you."
  3373. >Yeah, you'll miss you, too.
  3374. >…
  3375. >Wait.
  3376. >How are you still hearing her voice?
  3377. >Post-mortem delusions?
  3378. >…
  3379. >Or…perhaps…
  3380. >Are you…
  3381. "…am I alive?"
  3382. >"Of course silly human still alive!"
  3383. "Oh, cool."
  3384.  
  3385. >Deena gives you a few firm slaps on the back before pulling away from her tight yak hug.
  3386. >Once she lands back on all four feet, you can feel the entire room quake.
  3387. >"Yak will miss human *and* human hands!"
  3388. >She cranes her neck to the right and scratches at the side of her neck with a raised foreleg.
  3389. >"Soft human hands scratch itches that puny dragon claws cannot!"
  3390. >You awkwardly chuckle, rubbing the back of your own neck.
  3391. "I'm sorry about springing this on you on such short notice, Deena, but…I just feel like my true calling lies elsewhere, you know?"
  3392. >She nods, giving you a wide, understanding smile.
  3393. >"It okay. Yak understand."
  3394. >She tilts her head.
  3395. >"But where human go to farm?"
  3396. "Oh, er…"
  3397. >You throw another glance behind you to check out the desk—as well as your assistant who still lies upon it.
  3398. "…somewhere out in the countryside, maybe?"
  3399. >Luster lifts her head and looks back at you; you see her lips part and one of her ears affectively flick.
  3400. >You turn back to Deena—who then grins and guffaws at you.
  3401. >"Oho ho! So human move out to countryside to start farm and raise family with pink pony helpers!"
  3402. >You recoil and sputter, eyes widening.
  3403. "F-family? I never said anything about that."
  3404. >She chuckles.
  3405. >"Human did not *say,* but yak can see wide smile lingering on face when you look at pink pony—it so obvious!"
  3406. >You reflexively reach up your right hand to check the curvature of your lips.
  3407. >While you do so, Deena continues:
  3408. >"Also, yak saw human nursing from pink pony teats earlier."
  3409. >You blink a few times.
  3410. "…Oh."
  3411. >Deena guffaws loudly.
  3412. >You facepalm, cheeks flushing up in defeated shame.
  3413. >God damn it. You just got outplayed by a yak.
  3414. >Wait, didn't she also say "helpers"—plural?
  3415. >Does she think—or does she perhaps *know* that…
  3416. >"No more talking!"
  3417. >Deena aggressively stomps a hoof—and you're pretty sure that she left a crack in your floor this time.
  3418. >"Yak come for massage! Yak get massage! And because this is *last* massage, human better make it best one yet—or yak smash!"
  3419. "R-right, of course."
  3420. >Deena sportively stomps past you, chortling all the while.
  3421. >She soon heads down the hallway that leads to your parlour, disappearing from view—but not from your ears.
  3422. >Turning your gaze to Luster, you give her an instructive tilt of your head.
  3423. >She curtly nods back, clumsily clambering off of your desk to follow after your yak client.
  3424. >You notice that your sow is still leaking a little bit of milk; you'll have to take care of that later.
  3425. >After taking a few deep breathes to recollect yourself, you make to follow the two and get started on Deena's massage.
  3426. >However, just before you head down the hall, you throw one more glance over to your desk—and the Playcolt magazine lying on top of it.
  3427. >…What's one more for the road, eh?
  3428. >With a solemn smile upon your face, you slowly raise an arm and salute your paperback protector.
  3429. "Thanks for everything, white mare."
  3430.  
  3431. *** 18 ***
  3432.  
  3433. >*Crunch crunch*
  3434. >Ah, this is the life.
  3435. >The time is now early evening.
  3436. >Job hours have ended; comfy hours have begun.
  3437. >You're currently lying on top of your bed, head snugly nestled against the pillow, while wearing nothing but your favourite pair of white boxer shorts.
  3438. >Directly to your right, a porcelain bowl filled with milky cereal balances precariously on the bedsheets.
  3439. >The cereal in question? A certain chicken-flavoured brand known as Scootaloos™.
  3440. >The milk? Has a strong strawberry tang to it.
  3441. >The spoon that you're using to scoop up this unholy matrimony of strawberry milk and chickeny oats? Held within your right hand.
  3442. >Well, you call it "unholy," but…
  3443. >Perhaps it'd be more accurate to call it an acquired taste.
  3444. >You take another bite of your cereal.
  3445. >*Crunch crunch*
  3446. >This shit is banging.
  3447. >As in, it bangs up your taste buds—but in a damn good way.
  3448. >Anyway, that's enough about the right side of life.
  3449. >Because over on your left side, you have…
  3450. >"Mmf… Mmf…"
  3451. >…you have Luster Dawn.
  3452. >She lies on her back, just like you.
  3453. >Her body is snuggled into your side, while her head rests upon the bicep of your outstretched left arm.
  3454. >Her left foreleg lies languidly draped along the sheets, while her right…
  3455. >"Mmf… Mmf…"
  3456. >…her right forehoof is actively doing something else—something squelchily fleshy.
  3457. >The glazed-over eyes, flared-out nostrils, and widely dumb smile upon her face is more than enough to inform you of what that "something" is.
  3458. >You're not gonna judge, though, as you *also* happen to be actively doing something with your digits—albeit something less crass.
  3459. >Your left arm is currently looped around the back of her upper body, with your forearm curving down along her barrel so that your hand rests upon her chubby tummy.
  3460. >With your palm covering up her bellybutton, your left hand gently and absent-mindedly scritches at the soft fuzzy area just below your sow's navel and above her teats.
  3461. >While you're doing this, your spoon-holding right hand lazily scoops up more delicious cereal to stuff your gob with.
  3462. >*Munch munch*
  3463. >Make no mistake, the life that you've been blessed with is a truly cosy one.
  3464. >"Mmf… Mmf…"
  3465. >You can feel her belly placidly rise and fall with each decadently deep breath she takes through her nostrils.
  3466. >"Hey, Master…mmf…"
  3467. >You casually tilt your head her way, seeing her amber eyes upon you.
  3468. "Yeah?"
  3469. >"How're you finding that cereal…?"
  3470. >You bring another full spoonful of milky oats up to your mouth.
  3471. >Slowly, you bring the spoon in past your lips, loudly savouring your favourite cereal and milk combo.
  3472. >*Munch munch*
  3473. >You contentedly hum as you lick the inside of your spoon a few times to clean it off.
  3474. >Luster bites her bottom lip and softly snorts at the sight.
  3475. >After sufficiently lapping up your spoon, you answer her:
  3476. "Delicious."
  3477. >She breathes out a warm sigh.
  3478. >"Mmf… That's good…"
  3479.  
  3480. >You scoop up another wholegrain chunk of chickeny cereal and lift it up to your lips; as you do so, some of the lukewarm milk spills out of the spoon and drips onto your bare chest.
  3481. >Casting Luster another glance, you see that her gaze is now transfixed upon said bare chest.
  3482. "Hey," you address her, giving your spoon a light waggle, "why don't you have some?"
  3483. >She flashes you a toothy grin.
  3484. >"Heh… Don't mind if I do~"
  3485. >She laxly opens her mouth and closes her eyes.
  3486. >You gingerly lower the milky spoonful of crunchy oats into her waiting maw, and she seals her lips around the spoon's neck
  3487. >She then leisurely enjoys your gracious gift of cereal, crunching and slurping as she pleases.
  3488. >"Slrrp…nom…nom…nom…"
  3489. >You take the spoon out of her mouth with a wet *pop* and watch her chew your milky oats.
  3490. >After several savoury seconds, she gulps down her masticated meal.
  3491. >"Ulp…ulp…"
  3492. >You see her throat muscles do their usual thing, bulging out briefly to slowly guide her food down her gullet.
  3493. >"Mm~"
  3494. >She opens her eyes and smiles at you.
  3495. >"Delish~"
  3496. >Her swinely smile is a sincerely satisfied one—despite the fact that she just downed a spoonful of meat-flavoured cereal mixed in with her own locally sourced milk.
  3497. >What a weirdo.
  3498. >But hey—she's *your* weirdo.
  3499. "Here, have some more."
  3500. >She lets out a delighted snort.
  3501. >"Don't mind if I do~"
  3502. >She opens her mouth, and you feed her another scoop of cereal.
  3503. >"Slrrp…nom…nom…nom…"
  3504. >While she continues to chew her food, you decide to upgrade your belly scritches into tummy rubs.
  3505. >You rub your whole left hand in a circular motion around her soft gut; you can feel it rumbling and grumbling under your fingers as it happily digests her previous meal.
  3506. >"Ooh~"
  3507. >With a wide smile on her face, she snorts high up into the air, deeply satisfied by your attentive hand.
  3508. >Her left hindleg raises on its own, lightly kicking the space in front of her.
  3509. >She speaks with her mouth still full:
  3510. >"Keep…nom…keep rubbingsh muh belly, Mashtuh~"
  3511. >You flash her a playful smirk.
  3512. "Oh? Is my slave attempting to give *me* a command?"
  3513. >She looks to you, checking your expression, and she snorts out a few giggles.
  3514. >"Heh heh heh, maaaybeee~"
  3515. >The absolute audacity of this filthy pig, to think that she can instruct *you*—her Master—on how to act!
  3516. >And to make your blood boil even further, she does so with a dumbly wide grin upon her face.
  3517. >Again, the absolute audacity.
  3518. >Your sow is in dire need of correction.
  3519. >So you set your spoon back down into the bowl, lips soon sinking into an intimidating frown.
  3520. >Using your right hand, you suddenly grab your sow by her chin and force her to face you.
  3521. >You then huff in her face.
  3522. "Impudent sow…" you growl.
  3523. >Her eyelids reflexively flicker, and her tail excitably bats at the bedsheets.
  3524. >"Shorry, Mashtuh~"
  3525. "Hmph."
  3526. >You glare at her stupidly stuffed face, lazily and loudly chewing on your cereal.
  3527.  
  3528. >Your sow's insolent indolence has *clearly* crossed the line; you shall stand for this ignominy no longer.
  3529. >Luster ill deserves the crunchy gift that you have bestowed upon her—and so it is time for you to take it back.
  3530. >Squeezing both her chin and her belly with your hands, you promptly press your lips up to hers.
  3531. >Her eyes shoot open in surprise.
  3532. >"Mm?!"
  3533. >You then snarl into her mouth:
  3534. "Mine."
  3535. >Her eyes slowly lid in acceptance.
  3536. >"Mm…"
  3537. >She parts her lips, offering no resistance.
  3538. >Your tongue promptly darts into her open maw, furiously pilfering her palate for plunder.
  3539. >In no time at all, you find your mouthy prize: the once-flavourful remnants of a delicious cereal brand—now sloppily chewed up into a soggily warm mush by the sow of a mare before you.
  3540. >This mush sticks to her teeth and lines the inside of her cheeks; you greedily lap at it, gathering it all up with your tongue.
  3541. >Luster meekly moans into your mouth, eyelids weakly fluttering as you mercilessly maraud her maw and swinishly squeeze her belly.
  3542. >Your sow's mouth carries the distinct flavour of total submission; she knows better than to challenge her Boar whenever he decides to claim what's his.
  3543. >You scoop up your slushy spoils from her mouth into yours, sloppily savouring the taste of her chewed-up cereal.
  3544. >Most of the flavour has already been thoroughly masticated out, but you can still taste faint hints of its original chicken-strawberry combo if you chew on it enough.
  3545. >What really stands out to you is its texture—squashy mush that's been utterly drenched in your sow's slimy saliva.
  3546. >After gnashing this mash up even more between your own teeth and tongue, you let it freely slide down your gulping gullet.
  3547. >The act of swallowing Luster's chewed-up cereal should by all rights disgust you; hell, you never would've even considered such a thing before today.
  3548. >However, it is the dominant thrill of *claiming* yet another part of your sow that drives you; the rush of euphoria that this pulpy performance provides is potent enough to supersede all of your mouthy misgivings.
  3549. >Everything and anything about Luster Dawn—from the magic she casts, to the milk she lactates, to the very food she eats—
  3550. >It all belongs to you.
  3551. >After downing your sow's slop, you suck on her lips for a couple seconds more, savouring the taste of her ever-present submission.
  3552. >You then break away from this mouth-to-mouth contact and let go of her chin.
  3553. >Through your retreat, a thick, heady trail of saliva briefly connects the two of you—but Luster quickly slurps your spit up, lewdly licking her lips after the fact.
  3554. >"Mmph…taking whatever you like from me…"
  3555. >She shoots you a lusty grin.
  3556. >"…you're such a Boar, Master~"
  3557.  
  3558. >You narrow your eyes at her.
  3559. "And whose fault is that, hm?"
  3560. >She opens her mouth to respond—but you swiftly silence her by giving her soft tummy an especially rough squeeze.
  3561. >"O-oo—!" she sharply gasps. "S-sensitive…"
  3562. >You lean in towards her face.
  3563. "You've dragged me into your muck, sow."
  3564. >"Ehehe, I did~"
  3565. >She leans in and gives your nose a few slow nuzzles, huskily whispering all the while:
  3566. >"'Cause this sow…she needs her Boar~"
  3567. "Hmph," you huff in her face again.
  3568. >This time, her nostrils happily flare out, hungrily taking in your scent.
  3569. >You give her belly a few more squeezes and pats.
  3570. >These ones are more tender.
  3571. "And this Boar needs his sow."
  3572. >You press your face against hers and give her an assertive peck on the lips.
  3573. >Lowering your tone, you lowly growl at her:
  3574. "He needs his mate."
  3575. >She sighs contentedly, her warm swinely breath washing across your lips.
  3576. >Pulling away from you, she once again rests the back of her head on your left bicep.
  3577. >Lifting her left forehoof up off the bedsheets, she rests it atop your left hand—which is still fondling her flab.
  3578. >And as for her right forehoof…
  3579. >"Mmph…Master's mate…mmph…mmph…"
  3580. >*Squelch squelch squelch*
  3581. >…she has been using it to furiously flick her winking pigbean this entire time.
  3582. >Now that your little feeding session has finished, Luster redoubles her efforts in hoofing herself off.
  3583. >"Mmph…mmph…mmph…"
  3584. >*Squelch squelch squelch*
  3585. >She throws her head back and closes her eyes, heatedly puffing air in and out of her nostrils as she huffily works herself over.
  3586. >Her hoof rhythmically glides up and down her puffy, pulsating lips in an almost-hypnotic way; it's enough to enrapture your eyes, at any rate.
  3587. >"Mmph…mmph…mmph…!"
  3588. >*Squelch squelch squelch*
  3589. >For each snorty second that passes, her strokes grow bolder and faster and *squashier.*
  3590. >"Mmph mmph mmph!"
  3591. >*Squelch squelch squelch*
  3592. >Her hoofgrip on your left hand tightens; her nostrils flare out—
  3593. >"Mmpf…Master…!"
  3594. >—and she suddenly swivels her head over in your direction, quickly pressing her flexing nostrils right up against your bare chest and taking a deep, *deep* whiff of your human scent.
  3595. >*SNFFFF*
  3596. >Her entire body shudders in ecstasy as she ravenously snorts you up, as if your natural aroma is the greatest drug known to ponykind.
  3597. >"Mmph…! My mate's smell…!"
  3598. >She pulls away from you with a triumphant snort, soon resting her head on your left arm once again.
  3599. >Your fragrance further fortifies her frantic flagrancy; her right hoof moves at lightspeed as she schlicks herself silly with faster and clumsier motions.
  3600. >"Mmphmmphmmph!"
  3601. >*Squelch squelch squelch*
  3602. >The swinely stench of her pungent arousal permeates the stuffy bedroom air.
  3603. >You really should've opened a window or two—after all, it's not like closing them would've stopped any determined-enough pegasi from coming in.
  3604.  
  3605. >In contrast to Luster's rapid, randy breaths, your left hand continues to gently stroke her bounding belly.
  3606. >Snuggled up to her beloved Boar, your sow is the very picture of saucy serenity; her eyes are firmly closed shut, her nostrils are happily flared out—and she has a dopily wide smile plastered on her face.
  3607. >"Mmphmmphmmphmmphmmph!"
  3608. >*Squelch squelch squelch*
  3609. >Alas, all schlicking sessions must eventually cum to an end; her heady huffs and sensual squirms are a clear indicator of her incoming carnal crescendo.
  3610. >"MmphmmphmmphmmphMMPH!"
  3611. >With a squealing snort, she suddenly juts her hips straight upwards and fires off a musky squirt in front of her.
  3612. >Her smelly marecum shoots all the way down your bed, landing right near the end.
  3613. >And, of course, your shameless sow doesn't stop at just one squirt; she continues to piggishly pump her pelvis up into the air in tune with each of her squashy spurts.
  3614. >"Nnf…!"
  3615. >*Squirt*
  3616. >"Nnnnff…! Knock me up, Anon…!"
  3617. >*Squirt squirt squirt*
  3618. >"Hah…hah…!"
  3619. >Her hips wantonly wiggle in the air as she rides out the rest of her climactic convulsions.
  3620. >While her passion is potent, the strength of her squirts gradually diminishes with time.
  3621. >And eventually, her potent jets of mareish excitement taper off into placid gushes; the last remnants of her heady climax dribbles down her taint and pools around the base of her tail.
  3622. >Slowly opening her eyes, Luster breathes out a victorious puff of air as she revels in her post-coital high.
  3623. >"Phew, jilling off feels *way* better when you're snuggled up to your mate~"
  3624. >Wishing to survey the "damages," you gingerly cast your gaze down along your bed, starting from the area between your sow's legs and drifting downwards.
  3625. >Everything that was in your sow's "strike zone" has been thoroughly stained with stinkily sticky streams of swinish secretions.
  3626. >On one hand, you're impressed she can squirt that far.
  3627. >On the other hand, you may very well have to burn these sheets.
  3628. >*SNFF SNFF SNFF*
  3629. >Your eyes dart back to Luster.
  3630. >She has pressed the frog of her right forehoof right up against her nostrils, and she loudly snorts up her stinky hoofsmell with lazily lidded eyes.
  3631. >*SNFF SNFF SNFFFFFF*
  3632. >"Hm…"
  3633. >You don't know how she does it, but with each passing hour, your sow manages to prove herself even more shameless than previously thought.
  3634. >Then again, it's not like you're faring much better on that front.
  3635. >She really has dragged you into her muck.
  3636.  
  3637. >You audibly clear your throat to catch her attention.
  3638. >She languidly lowers her hoof and looks at you.
  3639. >"Oh, you want a sniff too, Master?" she asks with an earnest tone.
  3640. >Quickly changing the subject, you sternly squeeze her belly, eliciting a shuddering gasp from her:
  3641. >"O-ooh—!"
  3642. "You've made a mess of my bed, sow."
  3643. >Lifting up her head, she scans the muskily mareish mess lying in front of her body.
  3644. >She awkwardly chuckles.
  3645. >"Oh, my bad, eheh."
  3646. >After a few thoughtful blinks, her horn quickly hums to life, coating itself within an amber aura.
  3647. >"Let me just…"
  3648. >The swinish squash staining the sheets is soon magically lifted into the air.
  3649. >In this aerial state, her floating secretions manage to look like off-white clouds.
  3650. >She then fuses these "clouds" all together into one goopy glob of mega-squash.
  3651. >You vaguely remember this spell of hers; back when she had you under her thrall, she used this incantation yesterday to collate all of your cum in a similar fashion.
  3652. >And then she…
  3653. >Wait. What exactly is she planning to do with this floating mass of marecum?
  3654. >You arch a concerned eyebrow as she slowly levitates her yellowish sphere of personal secretions over to the space above her face.
  3655. >She opens her mouth, lowers her ball of grool.
  3656. >And steadily drinks it all up.
  3657. >"Gluk…gluk…gluk…"
  3658. "Er…"
  3659. >Forget "each passing hour"—your sow grows more shameless with each passing minute.
  3660. >What a utterly slovenly slave.
  3661. >After downing all of her squash, she belches into her right forehoof.
  3662. >"Ph-phew…okay."
  3663. >She flashes you a proud grin.
  3664. >"There ya go, Master. All clean~"
  3665. >You blink at her, momentarily left speechless by her slobbish—yet surprisingly efficient—behaviour.
  3666. >She's saved your bedsheets from an early burning, sure.
  3667. >But right now, there is one pertinent question in your mind that bears asking:
  3668. "…Were you always like this?"
  3669. >She tilts her head.
  3670. >"Hm? What do you…urp…mean?"
  3671. >You sit up, taking your hand away from her belly.
  3672. "Even before I took you in as my sow, I can't help but notice how…nonchalant you are about how you live your life."
  3673. >The more time you spend with Luster, you more you begin to remember bits and pieces of how she was from a year ago.
  3674. >Your exact memories are still somewhat hazy—but you're pretty sure she never acted like this.
  3675. >Back then, she was a demure and admittedly-quite-forgettable mare.
  3676. >When you compare that Luster Dawn to the one who had hoggishly humiliated you in front of her two best friends, sexually harassed you at the library she worked at, and tried to mindrape you in your own parlour—the difference is night and day.
  3677. >It's almost like she turned into a different pony entirely when she returned from Canterlot.
  3678. >You decide to voice these concerns aloud:
  3679. "Did something happen to you back in Canterlot?"
  3680.  
  3681. >Luster takes a few moments to chew on your words with pursed lips.
  3682. >After those moments pass, she speaks her response with a sober tone:
  3683. >"Kinda."
  3684. >You arch an eyebrow.
  3685. "'Kinda?'"
  3686. >She sits up on her haunches, looking at you with a solemn expression.
  3687. >"Well…do you remember that little speech I gave you when I was under Flurry's…" Luster reflexively shudders. "…spell—about how I had to return to Canterlot so I could continue my studies?"
  3688. >You nod.
  3689. "Yeah. I remember."
  3690. >You push yourself up into a sitting position of your own.
  3691. "You said that you read a lot of books over there."
  3692. >"Right."
  3693. >Apparently, said books eventually gave her the idea to mentally subjugate the first alien male she came across—but you digress.
  3694. >"I realised that I had to become more confident if I ever wanted to stand out and catch your attention."
  3695. >She casts her gaze downwards.
  3696. >"So…I started reading all kinds of self-help books to work towards achieving that."
  3697. >She shakes her head, lips falling down into a frown.
  3698. >"None of them were really working, though, so I decided to look into magical spells instead—stuff that I could cast on myself for instant results."
  3699. >Did she just say spells that "instantly" boost confidence?
  3700. >You're beginning to see where this is heading…
  3701. >"Problem was," Luster continues, "every spell I tried out was too weak to leave any lasting impact on me, so I needed to find something stronger—much stronger."
  3702. "Huh…"
  3703. >You now have a pretty good idea of where this is going.
  3704. >"I had to call in a few favours with my mentor, but I was eventually able to get my hooves on a top-level spellbook; it contained—" She clears her throat. "—'confidence-enhancing spells with surefire results.'"
  3705. "I…I see."
  3706. >You're basically staring the destination dead in the eye at this point.
  3707. "And what was this book called?"
  3708. >She taps her chin.
  3709. >"Um… 'Unleash the Beast,' I think. Why?"
  3710. >You blink a few times.
  3711. "…No reason."
  3712. >With a title like that, you can't say you're too surprised with how she ended up.
  3713. >Luster gives you a brief tilt of her head, before continuing:
  3714. >"Anyway, there were a lot of a good incantations in that book—but there was one in particular that really caught my eye."
  3715. >She smiles at you.
  3716. >You quirk an eyebrow.
  3717. "Oh yeah?"
  3718. >"Yeah…"
  3719. >She lets out a breathy sigh.
  3720. >"It told me to stop worrying about all of the little things in life…"
  3721. >She siddles a little closer to you and rests her left forehoof on your chest.
  3722. >"…to focus on what's *truly* important to me…"
  3723. >She leans in towards you and lightly presses her snout against your nose.
  3724. >"…to not be afraid of my base desires…"
  3725. >Her eyes flutteringly lid.
  3726. >"…and to let my inner instincts take full charge~"
  3727.  
  3728. >Your brows knit, and you pull away from her face.
  3729. "…So you turned yourself into a rape machine, is that it?"
  3730. >You shake your head and mutter:
  3731. "Those poor Canterlotian stallions…"
  3732. >Her eyes both bemusedly blink and slowly widen.
  3733. >She then lets out a snerk.
  3734. >"No, Master, I didn't assault anypony~"
  3735. "Really?" You raise an unconvinced eyebrow. "Not even a single swinish misdemeanour back at your school?"
  3736. >"Heh, not a single one. I'm not some mindless animal, y'know~"
  3737. >She gently strokes at your chest.
  3738. >"Sure, I might have let my inhibitions run wild, but I was able to keep my ovaries *firmly* in check just by thinking of my beloved Boar~"
  3739. >You casually drape your left arm around her body, letting your hand rest on her warm outer thigh.
  3740. "Is that so…?"
  3741. >"Mm-hmm." She nods "Anytime I found myself getting…needy, I'd just teleport back to my dorm and hoof one out in your name."
  3742. "*Any* time, you say? Did that include during class, too?"
  3743. >"Yup, didn't matter when. If a sow's gotta go, she's gotta go, right?"
  3744. "I wonder how your teachers felt about that."
  3745. >"Pfft, I was top of the class regardless—what were they gonna do about it?"
  3746. "Hm…"
  3747. >Your sow might be a crass pig, but you can't deny that she's a very talented mare.
  3748. >No doubt her prestigious prowess provided her with privileges aplenty.
  3749. >And what was that about her mentor…?
  3750. >"Anyway," Luster continues, "that was how the spell worked; I had to focus on the one part of my life that I wanted to improve above all else."
  3751. >She gently rests the right side of her head against your chest.
  3752. >"For me, that was my relationship with you."
  3753. >She sighs dreamily, before briefly closing her eyes.
  3754. >"So every night, just before I went to sleep, I would cast this spell on myself while thinking of you—the magic would take it from there."
  3755. >Upon opening her eyes, she looks up at you.
  3756. >"And thanks to that spell, I could feel myself growing more confident by the day…"
  3757. >She gently lifts up your left hand with her magic and lays it upon her protruding gut.
  3758. >"Hungrier, too…"
  3759. >Accepting her implicit invitation, you give her pudgy belly a few soft squeezes, causing her to throatily coo.
  3760. "In every sense of the word, am I right?"
  3761. >She snorts out a laugh.
  3762. >"Heh heh, yeah~"
  3763. >You and Luster take a few moments to simply appreciate one another's presence in your humble abode.
  3764. >The bedroom air around you both is steeped in a supple, smelly silence; it's a silence that you spend heartily rubbing and groping at her tummy, squishing her flab in between your fingers.
  3765. >And after many malleable seconds, your sow speaks up once more:
  3766. >"Before long, I became the Luster Dawn you see today—a mare who isn't afraid to live life however she pleases…"
  3767. >She lays a sloppy peck on your bare chest, chuckling to herself after the fact.
  3768. >"…and your loyal sow, Master~"
  3769.  
  3770. >You hum.
  3771. "That's quite the impressive spell."
  3772. >And it's a potent one, too.
  3773. >After listening to this in-depth explanation of her magical personality shift—you can't help but feel even more responsible for her.
  3774. >In order to work up the courage needed to win you over, this mare essentially subjugated her own mind into that resembling a pig's without a second thought.
  3775. >That's endearing, if a little disquieting.
  3776. >Then again, you're not one to talk—given your rapacious record of mindslaving mares.
  3777. >…Still, it's clear that you've left an indelible mark upon this mare's heart, just as you've done with Flurry's.
  3778. >But in Luster's case, it seems that your fates were intertwined even before you put the collar on her.
  3779. >After all, she is a sow who has long yearned for her Boar.
  3780. >Luckily for her, her Boar is finally here—and now he's never gonna let her go.
  3781. >The two of you lie back down on the bed, with Luster's head still resting on your chest and your left hand idly groping at her bellyfat.
  3782. >Your right hand—
  3783. "Wh-whoa."
  3784. >—nearly knocks your bowl of cereal over.
  3785. >Thankfully, your porcelain manages to stay upright, sparing your sheets from any milky mess.
  3786. >You *do* feel a little embarrassed about forgetting your evening breakfast, though; it's been sitting right next to you the whole time.
  3787. >"Hey, Master," Luster speaks up, "let me take care of that."
  3788. >Horn lighting up, your sow magically levitates your bowl over to your nightstand, eliminating any further risk of an accidental spillage.
  3789. "Thanks."
  3790. >"Heh, anything for my Boar~"
  3791. >Owning a magical slave has proven to be quite the boon in your day to day.
  3792. >It's like having an extra set of hands—except said hands can materialise themselves wherever they please.
  3793. >In other words, pretty damn handy.
  3794.  
  3795. >With your eyes still on the nightstand, you decide to check out your alarm clock.
  3796. >Yep, the time is still evening.
  3797. >And Luster has been with you the entire day.
  3798. "…By the way."
  3799. >"Mhm?"
  3800. "Probably should've asked this earlier, but, uh…"
  3801. >You look back to her.
  3802. "…have you got any obligations that I'm keeping you from? Like your job or family?"
  3803. >She chuckles.
  3804. >"Nah, nopony's gonna miss me."
  3805. >She nuzzles her face against your chest.
  3806. >"Plus, I'd rather spend the rest of my days living here with my Boar~"
  3807. >Her words linger in the air for a few seconds.
  3808. >She then lifts her head, gazing up at you with a somewhat self-conscious expression.
  3809. >"…U-um," her voice slightly cracks, "I-I can live with you, right?"
  3810. >You smile, scritching the underside of her chin with your right hand.
  3811. "Of course you can, Luster."
  3812. >She breathes a deep sigh of relief, while her eyelids dreamily flutter in response to your continued scritching.
  3813. >Eventually, Luster lets out a huff—and she suddenly clambers on top of you, lining up her body with yours.
  3814. >Her hindlegs straddle your thighs, and you can feel the slimy remnants of her recent release steadily stain your boxers; it's clammily moist—yet it doesn't bother you in the slightest.
  3815. >Her belly squishes into yours, and your hands, now woefully unable to molest her chub, lie limply at your sides.
  3816. >She snakes both of her forehooves around your head, propping you up by your nape.
  3817. >You arch an eyebrow at the mare whose face is now mere inches away from yours.
  3818. "Hm?"
  3819. >She smiles at you.
  3820. >"Master, let's…"
  3821. >She closes the gap between you, lovingly pressing her snout against your nose.
  3822. "Oh, the nose-to-nose thing again?"
  3823. >You let out a light chuckle.
  3824. "You're quite fond of this, aren't you?"
  3825. >She hums in affirmation, calmly closing her eyes.
  3826. >"Mm, I love it…makes me feel like I belong…"
  3827. >Her nostrils placidly flex in and out as she sleepily takes in your smell.
  3828. >"I wanna sniff you up, Master… I wanna take your scent with me into my dreams…"
  3829. >You gently wrap your arms around her back, making her tail cheerily swish about.
  3830. >"Wanna…snff…wanna know that you're always there with me…"
  3831.  
  3832. >You reciprocate her olfactory invitation, sniffing her up as she sniffs you.
  3833. >She smells a lot cleaner thanks to her morning bath.
  3834. >Yet this scent is still one that is undeniably *hers.*
  3835. >You can smell the strong stench of a proud sow who isn't afraid to show just how much she loves you.
  3836. >But beneath that highly potent musk, you can also sniff out the fragile fragrance of a meek mare who yearns to be with you more than anything else.
  3837. >Despite her present piggishness, the Luster Dawn of the Past never left, and your cherished sow finds total tranquillity whilst in the embrace of her beloved Boar.
  3838. >*SNOOORE*
  3839. >And just like that, she's out like a light, swinishly snoring against your face without a care.
  3840. >She'll certainly be dreaming sweet dreams of you.
  3841. >It's only been a day, but you've come to deeply treasure both sides of the pony known as Luster Dawn.
  3842. >When the time finally comes for you to seize this kingdom, you shall ever endeavour to keep your sow by your side—and grant her all of the piglets she desires.
  3843. >You placidly close your eyes, still locked in a highly intimate nose-to-nose nuzzle with your sow.
  3844. >Waves of pleasant somnolence begin to tickle at your consciousness, and your sense of smell is completely permeated by the overbearingly potent musk of your fat, stinky sow; her natural odour flows into your nostrils and blankets your brain in its puissant pungency.
  3845. >If you fall asleep with her hayish scent on your mind, it's entirely possible that you'll wake up as hopelessly addicted to her as she is to you.
  3846. >You wouldn't mind that.
  3847. >You wouldn't mind that at all.
  3848. >Sharing sleepily snorted breaths with your slumbering sow, you steadily drift off into dreamland with her, ready to wake up in a world wholly shrouded in her swinely stink.
  3849.  
  3850. >…
  3851. >*ZAP*
  3852. >"Master! I'm back!" a voice exclaims.
  3853. >"G-gah!" Luster yelps into your mouth.
  3854. "Whoa!" you yelp back.
  3855. >You shoot upwards into a sitting position, shaking your smelly sow's snout off of your face and sliding her down to your chest.
  3856. >Your eyes dart over to the right, and you can see Flurry Heart standing by your bedside.
  3857. >Her wings are fully flared out, and she looks as gracefully radiant as ever.
  3858. >However, she isn't looking at you.
  3859. >She's currently glaring daggers at Luster Dawn.
  3860. >Glancing downwards, you can see that Luster is glaring back at Flurry.
  3861. >Your sow has all four of her hooves tightly wrapped around your back, while the right side of her face is aggressively smushed against your torso.
  3862. >Luster's ears are folded all the way back, while Flurry's ears are stiffly pointed upwards.
  3863. >Neither of them speak a word—yet the tension in the air is pointedly palpable.
  3864. >So you loudly clear your throat and genially address your princess:
  3865. "Flurry! It's great to see you again. Come on up."
  3866. >Moving your right hand away from Luster's back, you invitingly pat the spot next to you on the bed; the act of removing one of your hands from her body triggers a slight huff from your sow.
  3867. >Flurry looks to you, then to your hand, and gives you a slight nod.
  3868. >Folding up her wings, Flurry clambers up onto your bed, keeping her gaze tersely trained on Luster.
  3869. >And once upon the mattress, Flurry slowly makes her way over to you—but after taking a few steps, Luster tightens her hoofgrip around you and emits a low, territorial growl, while her tail whips at the bedsheets by your legs.
  3870. >Flurry's wings spring out in response as she snorts out an aggressive huff of air.
  3871. >You let out a light sigh; it seems like you're gonna have to keep playing mediator for these two mares.
  3872.  
  3873. >Using your left hand, you gently stroke your sow's withers to placate her.
  3874. "Easy there…" you whisper in her ear.
  3875. >"Mhm…"
  3876. >Luster loosens her grip on you, but huddles even closer to your chest.
  3877. >Using your right hand, you once again pat the spot next to you, giving Flurry a friendly smile.
  3878. "So, Flurry, did you have a fun time hanging out with all of your royal friends over at the castle?"
  3879. >Flurry blinks at you, and then lets out a drained sigh, gingerly traipsing over to your side.
  3880. >"Ugh," she groans. "It was the total *opposite* of a 'fun time.'"
  3881. >Her tired tone causes you to chuckle.
  3882. "Oh yeah?"
  3883. >"Mm-hmm."
  3884. >She sits down on her haunches next to your right side and flashes you a weary smile.
  3885. >"Master, once we take the throne—may we please declare war on the yaks?"
  3886. >You snerk.
  3887. "I'll think about it."
  3888. >She giggles, leaning forward to nuzzle you.
  3889. >After a brief nose-to-nose rub, her snout reflexively wrinkles—and she quickly pulls away from you with a scrunch.
  3890. "Something wrong?"
  3891. >"Oh, Master, you absolutely *reek* of our sow! Allow me to…"
  3892. >Her horn hums to life, and she opens the top drawer of a dresser by the far end of your bedroom.
  3893. >She then retrieves a pink perfume bottle—one of the many expensive-looking crystal flasks that she likes to stash in your house for such an smelly occasion.
  3894. >Levitating the bottle up to your face, she gently spritzes your cheeks and neck, being very careful in keeping her fancy perfume out of any irritable areas.
  3895. >You don't mind being spritzed like this, but…
  3896. >"Oh yeah?!" Luster suddenly snaps at Flurry. "And what's wrong with that!? Master was perfectly fine with my scent until *you* came along!"
  3897. >Flurry narrows her eyes down at Luster.
  3898. >"…I didn't say you could speak, *sow.*"
  3899. >Luster snorts indignantly.
  3900. >"Nah, you didn't, but Master said I could. And if you got a problem with that—take it up with him."
  3901. >Luster's face morphs into a sneer as she protectively and possessively nuzzles your chest.
  3902. >"'Course, if what you say ends up disappointing him—then you're gonna disappoint me in turn."
  3903. >Flurry turns up her nose at your sow's not-so-subtle threat.
  3904. >"Hmph."
  3905. >You are Anonymous, proud owner of two pony slaves—
  3906. >And you're beginning to think you may have a problem.
  3907.  
  3908. *** 19 ***
  3909.  
  3910. >You definitely have a problem.
  3911. >"And what are *you* looking at, *sow?*"
  3912. >"I'm looking at a shameless homewrecker of a mare."
  3913. >"Oh really?"
  3914. >You are Anonymous, and you have just finished bleeding your lizard.
  3915. >"You knew. You knew I liked him yet you still stole my special somepony from me."
  3916. >Leaving your bathroom, you head down the hall, briskly making your way back to the bedroom.
  3917. >You have made the somewhat grave mistake of leaving your two slaves alone in the same room together.
  3918. >"Hmph, now that's a bold statement to make. When did our sow learn to start barking?"
  3919. >"Grr! You don't deserve him! I saw him first! I should be the one leading this herd!"
  3920. >Their verbal venom can be heard even from here.
  3921. >"If you saw him first, why weren't you the one to *love* him first, hm?"
  3922. >"That's…that's because…!"
  3923. >"I'll tell you why, *sow*—it's because you're a coward."
  3924. >Picking up the pace, you soon stand in front of your bedroom door.
  3925. >"You're a gutless unicorn who would rather run away back to Canterlot than ever face the fear of rejection."
  3926. >"Sh-shut up!"
  3927. >"Master deserves a mare who isn't afraid to tell him exactly how she feels about him at all times; that's why I'm his first love, his *true* love—and that's why *I'm* the one leading this herd."
  3928. >You throw the door wide open.
  3929. >Flurry and Luster are both standing by the foot of the bed, snouts angrily squashed together.
  3930. >Ears folded back and teeth bared, their eyes and horns both glow an unnatural, crackling crimson as they glare each other down.
  3931. >Luster growls.
  3932. >"If you're not gonna shut up I'LL—"
  3933. "Enough!" you shout. "The both of you!"
  3934. >Both sets of red eyes dart straight to you.
  3935. >"A-ah!" they gasp in unison, magic quickly dissipating.
  3936. >Flurry promptly and elegantly backsteps away from Luster, causing the unicorn to stumble forward and nearly faceplant into the floor.
  3937. >Your princess then bows her head to you in shame.
  3938. >"Master, please forgive my insolence."
  3939. >She raises her head, looking up at you with guilty blue eyes.
  3940. >"I-I let my emotions get the better of me again."
  3941. >Turning your gaze over in Luster's direction, you see her still staring at Flurry with aggrieved amber eyes.
  3942. >Feeling your eyes upon her, Luster looks to you, and then to the side in silent guilt.
  3943. >You sigh, shaking your head in disappointment.
  3944. >This is not okay.
  3945.  
  3946. >…
  3947. >The three of you are now lying in bed together; once again, you are clad in just your boxers.
  3948. >Luster lies on your left; Flurry lies on your right.
  3949. >They both possessively hug the arm of yours that's closest to them—and thus, they are forced to face each other.
  3950. >Your body is a battlefield of spiteful stares and hostile huffs.
  3951. >How's a man supposed to get any sleep with all this antagonism in the air?
  3952. >Moreover, how's a King meant to rule his kingdom when his two trusted slaves are liable to flip their lid at any moment?
  3953. >Weren't these two mares supposed to be best friends?
  3954. >And what's the deal with that crimson magic?
  3955. >It's almost as if it amplifies their animosity in some fashion…
  3956. >Ugh.
  3957. >So many questions, and no satisfactory answers to be found.
  3958. >All you're left with is feckless frustration.
  3959. >"Tch…"
  3960. >"Hmph…"
  3961. "Alright, that's it."
  3962. >You suddenly sit up, bringing both mares up with you as they cling to your arms like you're their favourite teddy bear.
  3963. "The both of you are bickering like children, and I will *not* have this hostility hinder my grand ambitions."
  3964. >You look to your sow, who is glaring at Flurry with contempt.
  3965. >You then look to your princess, who has her nose upturned at Luster.
  3966. >Putting on your best authoritative tone, you firmly address them both:
  3967. "The two of you *will* learn to set your personal feud aside and get along with each other."
  3968. >Both mares break eye contact from each other and glance to the side.
  3969. >After a couple of seconds, you continue:
  3970. "Understood? This is a direct order from your Master."
  3971. >"Absolutely, Master," Flurry quickly responds, giving you a confident nod. "Rest assured, I will always give my utmost in helping you succeed."
  3972. >"Of course you will…" Luster grumbles, still looking to the side and past the bed.
  3973. >Flurry shoots Luster a brief side-eye before warmly smiling at you and letting go of your right arm.
  3974. >Meanwhile, you can feel another pang of frustration coming on.
  3975. >These slaves are loyal to you, sure—yet they are still beholden to their own mareish emotions.
  3976. >It's a shame that your only method of controlling their minds lies in the collar that is buried deep into their necks.
  3977. >If only you had access to some additional way of imposing your will on these mares…
  3978. >"Master?" Flurry speaks up. "If I may…"
  3979. "What is it?"
  3980. >"I believe I know of a way to both ease your woes and settle this dispute with my…" She lets out a light sigh. "…herdmate."
  3981. >You quirk an intrigued eyebrow.
  3982. "Oh yeah?"
  3983. >"Mm-hmm. However, it will involve the extensive use of love magic on my part…"
  3984. >Luster fidgets uncomfortably around your arm, yet stays silent.
  3985. >"So," Flurry continues, "I humbly ask your permission before I proceed, Master."
  3986. >You hum in thought, considering her proposal.
  3987.  
  3988. >Honestly, you see no reason to distrust Flurry at this point, and you're certainly not about to pass up a chance on fixing this mess between your mares.
  3989. >But considering Luster's clear anxieties—as well as your own Masterly sense of prudence—you feel like you owe it to both yourself and your sow to pry a little deeper:
  3990. "First off," you begin, "tell me what you plan on doing."
  3991. >Flurry nods.
  3992. >"Of course."
  3993. >Flurry glances at Luster.
  3994. >"Our sow—"
  3995. >Flurry pauses, pursing her lips.
  3996. >She then lets out another sigh.
  3997. >"—Lustie."
  3998. >Luster's eyes flit to Flurry, slightly widening as they do.
  3999. >"Lustie wishes to be the Alpha Mare of our herd," Flurry finishes.
  4000. >You blink a few times.
  4001. "Herd? Alpha Mare?"
  4002. >You shake your head.
  4003. "I'm afraid I don't follow."
  4004. >Flurry's lips briefly part, while her ears perk up at attention.
  4005. >You can also feel Luster's curious gaze upon you.
  4006. >This is one of those cases where you're lacking critical information, you reckon.
  4007. >"Master," Flurry begins, "do you not know what a herd is?"
  4008. "Well…"
  4009. >It's not like you're completely in the dark.
  4010. >Back on Earth, you're aware the term is used to describe a grouping of animals that are all the same species; however, in this land of sapient quadrupeds—you're pretty sure that the word carries a distinctly different connotation.
  4011. >You do recall some of your clients mentioning "herds" and "herding" during idle conversation—but you always resigned yourself to simply smiling and nodding whenever it came up.
  4012. >That is to say…
  4013. "…no, I don't."
  4014. >Flurry blinks, looking quite surprised—and strangely pleased.
  4015. >"I…I see!"
  4016. >She unfurls her right wing and proudly rests her wingtip against her chest.
  4017. >"Well—as a Princess of Love—allow me to explain:"
  4018. >She clears her throat.
  4019. >"In Equestrian terms, a herd is where multiple mares agree to share a single stallion; not everypony practises herding—my parents don't—but it's common enough that a mare is unlikely to be left out if she pines for the same stallion her friend does."
  4020. "I see…"
  4021. >Equestria comes with socially acceptable harems?
  4022. >And here you thought taking multiple mares at once was adding an extra slice of sin onto your pie of perversion.
  4023. >"Of course, as our beloved Master," Flurry continues with a smile, "you sit at the very top of this herd's hierarchy, naturally~"
  4024. >She leans forward to give you a loving peck on your right cheek, and you hear a jealous huff from your left side.
  4025. >"However, regardless of whether the stallion leads the herd or not, there will always be an Alpha Mare present within a herd—somepony who stands above and looks after all of the other mares in the group."
  4026. >She shoots you a sultrily confident wink.
  4027. >"She's also the mare who gets top priority when it comes to spending one-on-one time with the herd's stallion~"
  4028.  
  4029. "Sounds prestigious," you reply. "So, how is the position of Alpha Mare decided?"
  4030. >"Generally, it goes to the most capable mare within the herd."
  4031. >Raising her right wing, Flurry lightly brushes a feather against the tip of her long, spiralling alicorn horn.
  4032. >She then titters to herself, quietly yet smugly revelling in her racial advantage over the common mare.
  4033. >"Buuut," she continues, calmly folding up her wing, "the Alpha Mare can also be the mare that the herd's stallion just happens to like the most."
  4034. >You nod.
  4035. "I see, so the Alpha Mare of a herd is basically the Queen—"
  4036. >You stop yourself, awkwardly clearing your throat.
  4037. >"Hehe~"
  4038. >You're really trying to be impartial here, but alas, the word "Queen" fell from your lips before you could even have a chance to properly parse it.
  4039. >"Exactly right, my King~"
  4040. >A sad sigh is heard from your left, while Flurry flirtily flutters her eyelids at you.
  4041. >At least your princess seems wholly pleased with your little slip-up.
  4042. >"So, now that Master knows what herding is—we can address the core issue currently plaguing our herd of three."
  4043. >Flurry adopts an impartial expression, looking past you and over to Luster.
  4044. >"Lustie here believes that *she* is entitled to the position of Alpha Mare."
  4045. >Luster huffs, huddling closer to you.
  4046. >"That's right—because I saw him first."
  4047. >Flurry rolls her eyes.
  4048. >"And we *could* continue bickering in circles, or—we could settle this diplomatically."
  4049. >Turning her frown upside down, Luster shoots Flurry a cocky grin.
  4050. >"Oh? You mean like with a magic duel?"
  4051. >Flurry scoffs.
  4052. >"No."
  4053. >"'Cause you know you'd lose, right? Heh."
  4054. >Flurry's lips pridefully part, but she quickly opts to close them with a huff.
  4055. >"Hmph. That level of immaturity is precisely why you'll never be Alpha Mare."
  4056. >Flurry flashes Luster a smirk with her snout upturned.
  4057. >Luster's snout wrinkles into a scowl.
  4058. >"But enough of that," Flurry continues, turning her gaze back to you. "Why don't we let Master decide who deserves to lead the herd?"
  4059. >Luster's brows briefly furrow in thought.
  4060. >"Let Master decide…?"
  4061. >Your sow then looks to you.
  4062. "Um…"
  4063. >This is awkward.
  4064. >You weren't expecting to have to pick a favourite slave today; you love them both.
  4065. >…
  4066. >But if you *had* to choose, you suppose you'd pick…
  4067. >"However," Flurry interrupts your thoughts, "this won't be a decision made by Master's mind—it'll be one made with his heart."
  4068. >Oh.
  4069. >You knew that.
  4070. >…Wait, what?
  4071. "How exactly is my heart going to choose between either of you?" You arch an eyebrow. "Hearts can't speak."
  4072. >Flurry smiles at you knowingly.
  4073. >"This is where my love magic comes into play."
  4074. >Her horn steadily envelops itself within a light-yellow aura—you know this to be the colour of her regular spellcraft.
  4075.  
  4076. >Flurry faces forward, and, after taking a deep breath, she conjures up a magical projection before the three of you.
  4077. >This projection is positioned above the southern end of your bed, and it depicts three floating love hearts all lined up in a row; each heart is roughly the size of your head.
  4078. >Each heart also bears a different colour; the one on the left is amber, the one in the middle is pink, and the one on the right is light blue.
  4079. >You note that the light-blue heart also carries a smaller pink heart in the centre of it.
  4080. >Three hearts for three souls… It's not hard to surmise what these hearts are supposed to represent.
  4081. >"So, Master," Flurry speaks up, taking on an informative tone, "if you recall yesterday's events…"
  4082. >A swirling, twirling string of light-blue magic materialises from just behind the amber heart; the "head" of this string is sharpened to a glinting sheen.
  4083. >"…I was able to use the power of the Crystal Heart to open up Lustie's heart."
  4084. >After coiling around in the air a few times, this light-blue string suddenly lunges at the amber heart and punctures it from behind; it goes all the way through and soon resurfaces out from the heart's front.
  4085. >"My magic left no stone unturned, and no feelings held back."
  4086. >The string then makes a swift u-turn and pierces the amber heart from a frontal angle, soon re-emerging from the back; the string continually elongates as it moves, making sure to keep the heart's punctured holes plugged up with its ever-present presence.
  4087. >The perforations don't end there; this string continues to impale its target from a variety of different angles, making the amber heart stressfully shudder and painfully palpitate with every penetration it takes.
  4088. >Luster physically cringes at the sight, tightening her hoofgrip around your arm.
  4089. >And by the end of it all, the amber love heart now bears a closer resemblance to its biological counterpart, having been forcefully connected to a venous system of persuasive love.
  4090. >Flurry titters and turns to you, her smile serenely sempiternal.
  4091. >"Thanks to my magic and your authority," she continues, "Lustie was finally able to accept her rightful place as your lowly sow~"
  4092. >With a magical flick of her horn, the light-blue veinage filleting the amber apparition fades away into near-nothing, leaving behind only a small pink heart inside this organ of amber.
  4093. >"So," Flurry continues, tone turning serious, "back to the matter at hoof…"
  4094. >She conjures up a light-blue ring that quickly surrounds the row of hearts at all sides.
  4095. >This ring then steadily contracts, closing in around the hearts.
  4096. >It tightens and tightens and then tightens some more, squashing both the amber and the light-blue heart against the pink heart in the centre.
  4097. >Thus, these three hearts are soon bound together by a light-blue bond—and strangled as one.
  4098. >"…I propose that I use my love magic on all three of us," Flurry finishes.
  4099.  
  4100. >Luster steams out an aggressive snort.
  4101. >"What!?" she snaps. "You wanna control Master's heart?!"
  4102. >Flurry rolls her eyes.
  4103. >"If you'll let me finish…"
  4104. >The three hearts, all huddled together, luminesce in unison.
  4105. >"While my magic encompasses us all, it shall be our hearts that do the talking—not our minds—which means no secrets shall be kept between us."
  4106. >The hearts at the side palpitate powerfully, and their colours appear to slowly seep into the pink heart in the middle.
  4107. >"Master shall come to understand how we truly feel about him, and in turn: we shall all know who truly has the right to lead this herd."
  4108. >A heart-shaped core of ardent amber coalesces in the centre of the pink heart.
  4109. >"Whether it should be Lustie…"
  4110. >The amber-coloured core suddenly and violently swirls in place, quickly being replaced by a light-blue core of identical shape.
  4111. >"…or me~"
  4112. >Jittering aggressively, this light-blue core suddenly pulses out a peremptory burst of brilliant light, savagely shattering not just the light-blue ring of binding—but also the amber heart.
  4113. >With their restraints now removed, the pink heart and the light-blue heart have been granted total freedom, yet they continue to remain lovingly snuggled together, while their internal cores each match the other's external colours.
  4114. >You hear Luster click her tongue in staunch disapproval.
  4115. >"The matter of who becomes Master's Alpha Mare will be settled once and for all when his heart gives us an honest answer," Flurry finishes her explanation.
  4116. >The magic around her horn soon dissipates, and so too does her projection fade away.
  4117. >Flurry turns to the both of you with a bright smile on her face.
  4118. >"So, that's about the gist of it! Any questions?"
  4119. >There are no questions.
  4120. >You do, however, idly muse to yourself.
  4121. "All three of us, huh…"
  4122. >"Yes," Flurry quickly chips in, "and, Master, if I may…"
  4123. >She pauses, awaiting your permission.
  4124. >You nod to her.
  4125. "Go on."
  4126. >She nods back.
  4127. >"I'm positive that this spell shall be of great aid to you when it comes to achieving your *other* grand ambition."
  4128. >You arch an intrigued eyebrow.
  4129. "My 'other' ambition, you say?"
  4130. >"Mm-hmm!" She cheerfully nods. "Master, you've already conquered our minds—but I know that's not the only thing you desire from us…"
  4131. >She shoots you a sly smile.
  4132. >"For you also wish to claim our hearts too, don't you? You wish to ensure that we will *always* be your mares—even should we somehow happen to break free of the collar's control~"
  4133. >You blink, caught off guard by her shrewd observation.
  4134. >Clever girl…
  4135. "How very astute of you."
  4136. >"Hehe~!" she mirthfully giggles. "I wouldn't be worthy of becoming your Queen otherwise!"
  4137. >You give her an approving nod.
  4138.  
  4139. >"With this spell," she continues, "our hearts will be left highly susceptible to your influence, which means you will be able to exact your Kingly claim on *every* single part of us~"
  4140. >You cup your chin with your right hand.
  4141. "Hm…"
  4142. >It almost sounds too good to be true—a chance to touch upon a mare's spiritual core and simply *command* her to be yours forever.
  4143. >Then again, this *is* magical horse land—you've seen dreams turn to reality right before your very eyes too many times to count.
  4144. >Anything's possible in Equestria.
  4145. >And yet…
  4146. >Your brows knit.
  4147. "…This spell will make my heart just as vulnerable as yours, won't it?"
  4148. >Flurry solemnly nods.
  4149. >"Yes, that is true."
  4150. >You lower your hand, and before a hesitant frown can form upon your face—Flurry hastily elaborates:
  4151. >"But never fear, Master! Should Lustie's volatile heart endanger yours, I won't hesitate to pull you out of the spell."
  4152. >"V-volatile…?" Luster mumbles.
  4153. >"And rest assured—you have nothing to worry when it comes to *my* heart, Master," Flurry continues, "as it shall always warmly welcome yours~"
  4154. >Luster scoffs.
  4155. >"What, and you expect him to just *believe* that you're not gonna mess up his heart with yours?"
  4156. >Flurry side-eyes Luster.
  4157. >"I don't 'expect' him to 'believe' anything…"
  4158. >She faces forward, closes her eyes, and rests her right forehoof upon her chest.
  4159. >"Because I trust my Master—I trust my King."
  4160. >She opens her eyes and smiles at you with a calm adoration.
  4161. >"And I *know* that my heart would never harm his."
  4162. >She looks back to Luster, eyeing her with clear contempt.
  4163. >"Not that I'd expect a cowardly sow like you to understand the strength of our bond."
  4164. >Luster grits her teeth and hisses out a growl.
  4165. >But perhaps realising the futility of arguing any further, she closes her eyes and huffs a few deep breaths.
  4166. >"Fine." Luster opens her eyes and glares at Flurry. "I'll let you cast this stupid spell of yours on our hearts—and I'll *prove* to Master that *I'm* the one who deserves to be his Alpha Mare."
  4167. >Flurry lowly chuckles.
  4168. >"So the sow is starting to develop a backbone after all…"
  4169. >She looks to you expectantly.
  4170. >"Very well, then; do I have your permission to use my love magic, Master?"
  4171. >She gives you a polite bow of her head.
  4172. >"Of course, I will happily abide by your decision either way."
  4173. >You purse your lips in deep thought.
  4174.  
  4175. >This is a golden opportunity to kill two birds with one spell—a chance to both establish the Alpha Mare of your herd and discern your herdmares' true feelings towards you.
  4176. >However, if you go through with this, then you'll undoubtedly be forced to confront the raw, undiluted emotions of the mares that you've so-ruthlessly enslaved.
  4177. >Should their tender hearts be filled with spitting hatred towards the one who oppressed them, you risk your spiritual self being ruthlessly ravaged by their ire—or worse.
  4178. >The thought alone fills you with no small amount of trepidancy.
  4179. >Moreover, while Flurry has assured you that she'll 'pull you out' of the spell should Luster's heart harbour ill will towards you—you have no such safety net for Flurry herself.
  4180. >Despite everything you've been through together, you find that you still possess a small degree of uncertainty regarding how Flurry truly feels about you; it's small—yet incessantly niggling nonetheless.
  4181. >But…is it truly right to distrust her so?
  4182. >It was only yesterday that Flurry Heart went out of her way to protect you from nearly having your mind broken in by Luster Dawn—she even directly disobeyed your spoken orders to do so.
  4183. >Would a mare who secretly despises you go that far for your sake?
  4184. >…
  4185. >Again, anything's possible in Equestria.
  4186. >But if Flurry is to truly become your Queen, then you must learn to trust in her.
  4187. >And so, you take a deep breath and answer her:
  4188. "Okay, let's do it."
  4189. >Flurry lightly gasps, ears perking right up.
  4190. >"Oh, Master~!" She flashes you a wide, beaming smile. "I promise I won't let you down!"
  4191. >You smile and nod back at her.
  4192. >She stands up and walks over to the centre of your bed.
  4193. >After turning around to face both you and Luster, Flurry sits down and pats the spot in front of her.
  4194. >"Please come over here, you two."
  4195. >Incidentally, Luster has been tightly clinging to your left arm this entire time—you consider yourself lucky that your limb hasn't atrophied due to poor circulation.
  4196. >You *could* sternly command her to release your arm, but…
  4197. "Hey, come on, Luster." You gently scritch under her chin with your right hand. "Let's go."
  4198. >She gently sighs at your soothing touch, taking a few seconds to enjoy your scritches.
  4199. >"Mm…okay."
  4200. >She finally lets go of your arm and crawls over to Flurry.
  4201. >After wringing and stretching out your strangled arm a few times, you follow your sow.
  4202. >Soon enough, you and Luster both sit in front of Flurry.
  4203. >Your legs are crossed, while Luster and Flurry sit on their haunches.
  4204. >Flurry steadily channels magic through her horn.
  4205. >This time around, her magical aura is light blue.
  4206.  
  4207. "So, uh…" You scratch the back of your head. "…how exactly does this 'heart spell' work, then?"
  4208. >"By casting this spell, our hearts will directly resonate with yours, Master." Flurry replies. "We'll each show you an earnest glimpse of our ideal reality, and once we've both pled our case to you—your heart will naturally lean towards the mare you instinctually desire most."
  4209. "Your 'ideal reality,' huh…?"
  4210. >"Mm-hmm. Oh, and as a show of good faith—Lustie's heart can go first."
  4211. >Luster siddles closer to your right side, tail covertly wrapping around your rear to rest on your left thigh.
  4212. >Pony tails sure are flexible.
  4213. >As Flurry channels more and more cerulean-tinted sorcery with her horn, you notice a sinuous blue smog steadily materialise and surround the three of you at all sides.
  4214. >You really hope the "strangulation" part of that earlier magical projection was strictly metaphorical.
  4215. >While you're at it, you'd also appreciate it if the part where the other mare's heart blew to pieces was also a dramatisation.
  4216. >You'd like to resolve this magical mind-boggler with both of your mares still intact.
  4217. >And your heart too, for that matter.
  4218. >"By the way, Master, Lustie," Flurry speaks up, "feel free to get comfortable with each other, you two. Take whichever position you think will help your hearts resonate best."
  4219. >Luster's eyes widen, interest suddenly piqued.
  4220. >"Oho? *Any* position, you say?"
  4221. >Flurry doesn't grace her herdmate with an answer; instead, she focuses her magic on the surrounding area, further solidifying the blue haze that encircles all of you.
  4222. >Luster clearly takes that silence as a glowing go-ahead to do as she pleases; she promptly turns your way and gleefully fondles your clothed crotch with her right forehoof.
  4223. >"C'mon, Master." She shoots you a lusty grin. "Let's kick back and enjoy ourselves—Flurry's treat~"
  4224. >Turning to face Luster, you flash her a coy smile, and you grab your boxers by their hem.
  4225. "Alright then, let's—"
  4226. >"Aaand there we go, eheh~"
  4227. >You are no longer holding your boxers.
  4228. >Because your boxers are no longer there.
  4229. >You look down, seeing that you are now completely naked.
  4230. "Uh."
  4231. >You look up, seeing the amber magic around Luster's horn promptly fizzle out.
  4232. >Oh. A de-pantsing spell. Of course.
  4233. >These unicorns really do think of everything.
  4234.  
  4235. >You look around:
  4236. >Flurry's nostrils are flared; she's ogling your half-chub.
  4237. >Luster's licking her lips; she's also ogling your half-chub.
  4238. >Your undergarments are nowhere to be found.
  4239. >Granted, it's quite difficult to see past the eye of this blue storm that you find yourself sitting inside.
  4240. "Hey, where did my boxers go?" you question Luster.
  4241. >"Eheh heh." She stands up, sultrily swishing her hips and tail from side to side. "Don't worry about it, Master~"
  4242. >You squint your eyes at her.
  4243. "Those were my favourite pair—"
  4244. >She promptly straddles your lap, looping her forelegs over your shoulders and wrapping her hindlegs around your lower back.
  4245. >"I'll make it up to you, Master, promise~"
  4246. >She squishes her belly up to yours and grinds against you.
  4247. >"Mmph…when I become Alpha Mare, I'll buy you *all* of the boxers."
  4248. >She leans into you and presses her snout against your nose while pecking at your lips.
  4249. >"One for each and every *piglet* we make together~"
  4250. >As for what's going on down below—your sow is leaking like a faucet.
  4251. >She's gooping onto your small soldier like a shower of slime.
  4252. >Needless to say, this warm and wet welcome ceremony is doing wonders for your vigour.
  4253. >"Oho~?" Luster shoots you a knowing grin. "Feels like somepony's happy to see me, heh~"
  4254. >Your small soldier has now been promoted to stiff sergeant. God bless him.
  4255. "Perhaps."
  4256. >You wrap your arms around Luster's back.
  4257. >"Well, why don't we get even *more* comfy, then?"
  4258. >She slowly lifts her hips, hovering just above your pecker…
  4259. >"Just…like…mmph…!"
  4260. >…and hungrily takes you in all the way to the base.
  4261. >Her squirting, swinely walls accept your meat with no hesitation, gleefully guiding you all the way up to the entrance of her farrow factory.
  4262. >"Phew~"
  4263. >She rubs her nose against yours, chuckling to herself as she does.
  4264. >"Love the feeling of how my Boar's hog fills me up, eheh heh heh~"
  4265. >You lay a gentle peck on her lips.
  4266. "And I love the feeling of my sow's greedy snatch."
  4267. >"Heh heh, get ready, Master, 'cause this greedy sow's about to get a whole lot greedier~"
  4268.  
  4269. >Her hindlegs tighten up around your waist as she heatedly huffs against your face and gushes over your groin.
  4270. >"Mmph~! Can't wait to have top priority on this~"
  4271. >Gently rocking her hips back and forth, Luster rubs noses with you as the two of you insatiably sniff each other up.
  4272. >"Snff…snrrt… Don't forget to take in my scent, Master," she coos. "'Cause that's gonna be the smell of your Alpha Mare~"
  4273. >Your reply comes in the form of an aggressively primal snort against her nostrils.
  4274. >"O-ooh~" she throatily croons, shuddering in delight.
  4275. >That sweaty mare musk of hers is back in force; you love it.
  4276. >You love it so much, in fact, that you barely notice the mare on your left walking up to you both.
  4277. >"The spell's ready, Master," she calmly states.
  4278. >Without waiting on an answer, she fully flares out her pink wings and wholly envelops all three of you within a soft, feathery blanket.
  4279. >Were her wings always that big…?
  4280. >These are the thoughts that accompany you as all your senses are totally overtaken by a sea of pink plumage.
  4281. >You find yourself unable to lay eyes on what's right in front of you; hell, you can scarcely even smell it.
  4282. >The pleasant aroma of your sow slowly drifts away from you—or perhaps it is you who is drifting away from her.
  4283. >It feels as if all notions of worldly weight have just left your body.
  4284. >A tender tug takes hold of your whole being, gently guiding you through this claustrophobic chamber of fleecy feathers—and you are completely powerless to resist its pull.
  4285. >Branched tendrils of blue magic steadily creep in from the corners of your vision, threatening to consume your eyeballs in their entirety.
  4286. >Out in the distance, you can hear two distinct voices; they sound so far away, yet you can somehow parse what they're saying with crystal clear clarity.
  4287. >"Best of luck, Lustie."
  4288. >"Don't…don't need…mmrgh…"
  4289. >The sounds still, as do the smells scatter.
  4290. >Your sight is utterly eclipsed by this pervasive blue.
  4291. >Your mind is soon to follow.
  4292. >"Mhm-hm-hm~"
  4293. >Just before the last of your senses leave you, you hear a girlish giggle resound out from every angle.
  4294. >"Oh, Lustie…"
  4295. >A pair of soft lips briefly brushes up against your left cheek, soon leaving behind a possessively wet *pop.*
  4296. >"…it's time for you to understand just how out of your league you truly are~"
  4297.  
  4298. *** 20 ***
  4299.  
  4300. (AUTHOR'S NOTE: Fair warning, this is probably the grossest chapter in the entire story. As always, fetishes are up at the top of the paste, so steel yourself if you plan to proceed.)
  4301.  
  4302. >Pace, pace, pace.
  4303. >Tomorrow is now today.
  4304. >Pace, pace, pace.
  4305. >Noon is fast approaching.
  4306. >Pace, pace, pace.
  4307. >And you're currently circling your reception—
  4308. >Going pace, pace, pace.
  4309. >Hold on a minute, why are you pacing again?
  4310. >…
  4311. >Pausing your pace to stop in place, you take a moment to ponder your current situation.
  4312. "Hm…"
  4313. >…
  4314. >Ah, that's right!
  4315. >Today's the day that you're gonna try to brainwash a mare who had wronged you just a couple of days ago.
  4316. >Emphasis on the word "try," though—you still have no idea if the collar Cozy gave you will even work or not.
  4317. >Hell, it's entirely possible that she gave you a dud, purposefully setting you up to fail.
  4318. >Or maybe it *is* legit, but she also happened to inform the Royal Guard—and they're now on their way to bust you on possession of an illegal artefact.
  4319. >…
  4320. "Agh…"
  4321. >It's at times like these that you need a little bit of moral support from the old reliable:
  4322. >Your copy of "Kissing the Cosmos," lying on top of your reception desk—
  4323. >And the thoroughly *stimulating* words written within.
  4324. >'Kissing the Cosmos' is an erotic novel, one that depicts the saucily spicy relationship between a mare and an alien.
  4325. >The illustration on the book cover portrays said mare being held within a bridal carry by said alien.
  4326. >Let it be said that you are a man of literary culture; a sexy picture simply isn't enough to do it for you any more.
  4327. >And, as you also happen to be somewhat of an alien yourself, this book is perfect for you—that is, once you put aside the alien's unorthodoxly orthodox appearance.
  4328. >Motherfucker looks like E.T. hit the gym.
  4329. >Anyway, you've ogled this book cover long enough—it's time to enjoy some good old-fashioned horse words.
  4330. >Plucking out your bookmark—a pink feather—you open your book over to the page where you last left off; as it so happens, you're still in the introductory parts of this story.
  4331. >This tale is one told from the first-person perspective of a mare named Morning Star.
  4332. >Morning Star is a unicorn with a light-blue coat, a wavily loopy white mane, and eyes that glimmer with a golden hue; her cutie mark illustrates her namesake—portraying a white six-sided star with a few pink sparkles surrounding it.
  4333. >Naturally, she's the main character of this story, and the same mare depicted on the book cover.
  4334.  
  4335. >Morning Star makes her living as a reporter, journeying all over Equestria in search of the juiciest headlines.
  4336. >Her travels have taken her to a place called "Ponytown," where she's currently investigating rumours of extraterrestrial sightings on the town's outskirts.
  4337. >To that end, she wanders deep into a incredibly dense forest during an especially pitch-black night, hoping to catch a glimpse of her alien quarry—and ask it a few journalistic questions besides.
  4338. >Before proceeding any further, though, she stops in her tracks to triple-check the camera that she brought along with her.
  4339. >What follows is an unnecessarily long explanation on the inner workings of her camera, the outer workings of her camera, how many bits she spent on the camera, how she earned the bits to spend on the camera, why the camera she picked is the best one for the job, what the best alternatives were if she wasn't able to buy her preferred camera, how she plans on repairing the camera if it breaks, how she plans on avoiding the possibility of her camera breaking in the first place—and finally, the importance of staying safe while wandering the woods late at night.
  4340. >After she finishes her long-winded mechanical monologue, she begins to intricately describe the foliage of the third-closest tree—and is immediately bonked on the back of her head by a blunt object, knocking her out instantly.
  4341. >Well then.
  4342.  
  4343. >An indeterminate amount of time later, Morning Star wakes up in an underground laboratory of some kind; the scenery is painted with silver chrome walls and fluorescent task lights.
  4344. >Checking her immediate surroundings, she finds herself tightly strapped to an operating table, with her sensitive belly forced flat against cold unfeeling steel.
  4345. >Gripped by fear, she strains and struggles against her bindings—alas, it avails her not.
  4346. >'Is anypony there?' she asks. 'I'm trapped!'
  4347. >'Yes. I am here,' a voice responds.
  4348. >The deuteragonist of the story—an alien named Oofoe—soon views into view, revealing himself in front of her.
  4349. >And by reveal, you do mean *reveal*—this dude's jacked to high hell, and several paragraphs are spent strenuously describing how the magnum dong between his legs sways from side to side and pulsates with primordial life.
  4350. >Another couple of paragraphs are spent narrating the burning desire felt within Morning Star's loins as her eyes travel up his pallid, wrinkly body and make contact with his black, beady gaze.
  4351. >Apparently, she's never felt this way in her life before.
  4352. >'Are you the alien that everypony is talking about?' she finally asks. 'Could you get me out of here, please?'
  4353. >Oofoe does not respond.
  4354. >Instead, he calmly walks around the table, soon positioning himself right behind her.
  4355. >He then firmly rests a hand on her rump;
  4356. >Leans forward;
  4357. >And whispers in her ear:
  4358. >'I am going to take you to Probe Town.'
  4359. >What promptly follows afterwards is page upon page of brutal anal rape.
  4360.  
  4361. >Every single inch of this alien's anal avenger has been carefully chronicled within this bawdy book—while every thundering slap that his heaving, sagging ballsack makes against her involuntarily winking marepussy is comprehensively captured for your reading pleasure.
  4362. >You read onwards, and learn about how Oofoe plans to modify Morning Star's colon into a hive for his alien buttspawn.
  4363. >'Get probenant! Get probenant! Get probenant!' Oofoe yells with authority.
  4364. >'Oh no! I'm cumming from my butthole!' Morning Star screams in pained pleasure. 'I'M CUMMING FROM MY BUTTHOLE!!!'
  4365. >'Your butt will carry my babies!' Oofoe also screams. 'TAKE IT ALL!!!'
  4366. >'Nooo…' Morning Star whimpers. 'My butthole is totally ruined… How am I gonna go back to Ponytown after this…?'
  4367. "Th-this fucking dialogue…!" You wheeze. "I-I can't…!"
  4368. >When this book isn't buffing your boner, it's filling you with giggling fits.
  4369. >Everything about it is utterly nonsensical, and yet—somehow—this naughty novel is critically acclaimed as one of the greatest love stories ever written.
  4370. >Not just that, but it's apparently accrued quite a large female reader base.
  4371. >Is this what the mares of this fair land truly desire? To be ruthlessly violated by an big strong alien biped?
  4372. >Who even writes this kind of smutty schlock, anyway?
  4373. >…
  4374. >The author is someone named Twilight Twinkle.
  4375. >…Yep, that's a pony name, alright.
  4376. >If you had to guess, it's probably one that belongs to a unicorn.
  4377. >It sounds vaguely astrological, and it'd be incredibly easy for your human brain to forget it amidst all of the other similarly starry names.
  4378. >You close the book around your bookmark, set it down on your desk, and sigh.
  4379. "Wouldn't be the first time…"
  4380. >Perhaps today will be the day that you'll finally be able to make things right.
  4381. >You just need a spot of extra confidence to help you succeed.
  4382. >Hm…
  4383. >Well, apparently, most mares really dig the idea of being kidnapped and raped by an abominable alien.
  4384. >Perhaps it's time to channel your inner Oofoe?
  4385.  
  4386. >*Dinga-linga-ling*
  4387. >Alright. It's go time.
  4388. >Smoothly spinning around, you turn to face the entrance, seeing a familiar cerise unicorn peek in through your doorway.
  4389. >She holds the door open with a lifted foreleg, while her amber eyes gingerly gaze around the room.
  4390. >Soon enough, her eyes meet yours.
  4391. >You clear your throat and smile at her.
  4392. "Welcome back, Luster."
  4393. >One of her ears twitches.
  4394. >And a sly smile crosses her lips.
  4395. >"Hey…"
  4396. >She confidently strolls into your reception, kicking the door shut behind her with a hindleg.
  4397. >"…humie~"
  4398. >There's that niggling little nickname of hers again.
  4399. >Well, whatever. It doesn't really bother you any more.
  4400. "Glad you could make it."
  4401. >She saunters through your reception, simpering at you all the while.
  4402. >"Heh, of course. How could I say no after you basically *begged* me to come back yesterday~?"
  4403. "Ahah…" you awkwardly chuckle while rubbing the back of your neck. "Yeah…"
  4404. >She's right; you were pretty forthcoming with your desire to see her pink flanks return to your humble parlour.
  4405. >Yesterday, when you established your partnership with Cozy Glow, she made the suggestion that you should collar Princess Flurry Heart first.
  4406. >However, you dismissed her directions outright, wishing to go after Luster Dawn instead.
  4407. >There was a bit of back and forth between you two—but eventually, Cozy relented, told you the location of the library where Luster worked at, and left in a huff.
  4408. >Thankfully, when you took the time to visit the library later that afternoon, Luster was more than willing to schedule her appointment with your parlour for the very next day.
  4409. >And that brings you to today, currently watching your soon-to-be-brainwashed client scrutinise the various sights in your abode.
  4410. >"Mm… I missed this place…"
  4411. >Her eyes drift over to your bulletin board on the right wall.
  4412. >"The sights…"
  4413. >Your couch by the left wall.
  4414. >Your various potted crystal plants around the room's perimeter.
  4415. >And finally, to you—standing up and leaning back against the front of your desk.
  4416. >"And…"
  4417. >Closing her eyes, she points her snout upwards, slowly sniffing at the air.
  4418. >*Sniff sniff sniff*
  4419. >A breathy sigh escapes her lips, while her tail wags and flags.
  4420. >Partially opening her eyes, she flashes you a half-lidded grin.
  4421. >"…the smells~"
  4422. >You let out a quiet sigh to the side.
  4423. >This mare is absolutely shameless.
  4424. >As you take your eyes off of her, Luster uses the opportunity to quickly trot up to your front.
  4425. >*Sniiiffffff~*
  4426. "Wh—"
  4427. >You look down, seeing Luster swiftly pull away from your crotch.
  4428. "Hey!"
  4429. >She looks away and whistles.
  4430. >"Wasn't doing nothing~"
  4431.  
  4432. >You squint your eyes.
  4433. "…That means you *were* doing something."
  4434. >She chuckles, crossing one foreleg over the other and shooting you a cheeky grin.
  4435. >"Aw, you caught me~"
  4436. >This mare is obviously trying to rile you up.
  4437. >That's fine. You'll let her have her fun for now.
  4438. >"Hey, there's nothing to be ashamed of, humie…"
  4439. >Luster walks up to your right side, rears up, and rests her left knee on your desk.
  4440. >She then shoots you a flirty wink.
  4441. >"You've got a good smell on you~"
  4442. "I forgot to shower today."
  4443. >She chuckles.
  4444. >"I can tell~"
  4445. >You silently roll your eyes.
  4446. >Her eyes, however, drift over the top of your desk, seeing your empty cup of coffee;
  4447. >Your filled cup of pink quills;
  4448. >Your ledger;
  4449. >Your potted plant;
  4450. >And then to—
  4451. >Her brows knit.
  4452. >"Wait, is that…?"
  4453. >Her eyes fall upon your copy of "Kissing the Cosmos."
  4454. >She slowly, curiously lifts it up with her amber magic.
  4455. >You arch an eyebrow.
  4456. "What is it?"
  4457. >She jumps at the sound of your voice, nearly dropping your book.
  4458. >"Oh, er, nothing."
  4459. >She steadies her grip on your book, lifting it up to her face.
  4460. >"Just didn't know you were into this kind of thing, that's all."
  4461. "Are you really that surprised? It's a pretty popular novel, isn't it?"
  4462. >"Well, yeah, but it's kinda…y'know…the subject matter is a little bit…uh…"
  4463. >She trails off into a murmur.
  4464. >You take the opportunity to swiftly snatch the book out of her telekinetic hold.
  4465. >Her eyes widen.
  4466. >"Hey—!"
  4467. >She thrusts out her left forehoof to grab it, having completely forgotten about her own magical capabilities.
  4468. >Unfortunately for her, as she is merely a little pony, you can easily keep it out of her reach by waggling it above your head.
  4469. "Unless you'd rather spend the rest of your appointment reading this novel with me…"
  4470. >You soundly set the book down on the desk.
  4471. "…why don't we get started on our massage?"
  4472. >She blinks, eyes falling down onto the desk's surface.
  4473. >"I…"
  4474. >She mumbles out her next few words while bashfully rubbing her left forehoof against her right:
  4475. >"I-I wouldn't mind…"
  4476. >You arch an eyebrow.
  4477. "What did you say?"
  4478. >Her eyes shoot open.
  4479. >"E-er, I mean—" She quickly clears her throat. "—yeah, massage, sounds good."
  4480. >She pushes herself off of your desk and lands on all four hooves.
  4481. >"Come on." She turns to face your hallway. "Let's put those hands of yours to work, humie."
  4482. >She trots down your hall and into your parlour.
  4483. >You chuckle, following her.
  4484. >Who knew it was so easy to fluster the Luster?
  4485.  
  4486. ***
  4487.  
  4488. >"Hey, what happened to those other tables I gave you?"
  4489. >You are now in your kitchen-parlour.
  4490. >Luster lies prone on your massage table; her hindlegs are splayed out, while her head languidly rests on crossed forelegs, facing your way.
  4491. >Standing by her left side, you contemplate her question.
  4492. >The other tables, huh?
  4493. >She must be referring to when all three of these pink mares visited you at once.
  4494. >Back then, Luster was able to magically duplicate two extra tables out of your original one.
  4495. >You had folded them up and stored them in your pantry after the fact, but…
  4496. "…after about a day—they poofed into thin air."
  4497. >"Aw, really?"
  4498. >She huffs into the table padding, and you take the opportunity to lean in close.
  4499. >"Figured they would *eventually,* but…really—a day?"
  4500. >She absent-mindedly kicks her hindlegs against the table as she continues:
  4501. >"I mean, it's true that Duplicatus was never meant to create objects for the long term. Mass that's been magically copied over can't hold itself together forever; everypony knows that. But still, I figured—"
  4502. >*Scritch scritch scritch*
  4503. >"Ah—!" she sharply gasps.
  4504. >Her eyes quickly fall upon you, and you bashfully move your right hand away from her twitching left ear.
  4505. "Ahah, sorry." You grin. "You looked pretty cute back there—couldn't help myself."
  4506. >She blinks a few times, eyes going wide.
  4507. >"C-cute…?"
  4508. >Her lips purse while her cheeks flush like fire.
  4509. >In truth, her being cute was only part of the reason you bore arms upon her.
  4510. >Now that you know this mare has an emotional chink in her mental armour, you simply *must* tease her whenever possible.
  4511. >You consider it to be fair play after what she did to you a couple of days ago.
  4512. >"A-ahem!"
  4513. >She throws a cocky smirk up onto her face.
  4514. >"I didn't say stop, humie~"
  4515.  
  4516. >You bow your head.
  4517. "As you wish."
  4518. >There she goes, straight back to the whole "humie" thing again.
  4519. >It's hard for you to get a proper read on this mare.
  4520. >Thinking about it, she seemed pretty distracted back there; you probably could've slipped the collar on her neck without her noticing.
  4521. >Missing that opportunity isn't a huge loss, though; you only need to keep up with her bawdy behaviour—
  4522. >And she'll be putty in your hands.
  4523. >She's already putty on the table, at any rate; her chubby belly spreads out across the table in a way that's inescapable to your eyes.
  4524. >Delicious.
  4525. >But you better focus up. You still have a job to do.
  4526. >And so your right hand glides through the air, soon landing behind your client's left auricle.
  4527. >*Scritch scritch scritch*
  4528. >"O-ooh~" she coos, ear twitching like crazy.
  4529. >The Handyman special strikes again.
  4530. >Her head leans into your dutiful hand, dumbly smiling to herself while her eyes nearly roll over in ecstasy.
  4531. >"That's…mm…oooh that's goo~ood."
  4532. >She might be a mean, stinky mare who gleefully humiliated you in front of her friends…
  4533. >But she's really cute when she's happy.
  4534. >Luster enjoys several scritchy seconds of you tending to her with your fingers before she speaks up:
  4535. >"Hey, uh, humie—you…you do this kind of thing often?"
  4536. >Flashing her an affective smile, you lean forward and whisper:
  4537. "As it so happens, I only give this kind of treatment to my VIPs."
  4538. >"VIPs, huh…?"
  4539. >She chews on the word for a bit, then smugly snorts.
  4540. >"Heh~"
  4541. "Oh, but enough about me."
  4542. >You swiftly pull away from her, capturing her full attention.
  4543. >"Hm?"
  4544. "Why don't you tell me more about *yourself*…"
  4545. >So you rest both hands on her shoulders and continue:.
  4546. "…over a nice long backrub?"
  4547. >She lightly furrows her brows in slight disappointment.
  4548. >"Aw, but what about the scritches? I kinda liked those—"
  4549. >You promptly press your hands into her shoulders.
  4550. >Taking your time, you gently knead into her muscle.
  4551. >"O-ooh…"
  4552. "Relax, Luster," you coo. "I'll take care of everything…"
  4553. >She heartily sighs, relaxing into the table and relenting to your touch.
  4554. >"Mm…alright…"
  4555. >With that, the massage begins in earnest.
  4556. >Yet you can't help but sneak a few peeks at the way her soft-looking pudge spills out at her sides.
  4557. >It invigorates you in all of the right ways.
  4558. >Once you break her in, that bountiful body shall be yours to enjoy as you please.
  4559. >…That is, *if* you decide to break her in.
  4560.  
  4561. >…
  4562. >"Mm…oh…right…right there, humie~"
  4563. >Luster is as boisterous as ever.
  4564. >Currently, your fingers are working their magic on this sedentary mare's body.
  4565. >You apply your delicate ministrations over her firm, sensitive shoulders…
  4566. >And her soft, bare neck.
  4567. >Luster's unrestrained moans and heavy sighs ring throughout the room as you press into her flesh.
  4568. >This unicorn remains untamed—though not for lack of openings.
  4569. >She has let her guard down around you multiple times.
  4570. >But you remain patient, waiting on that one golden opportunity to slip the collar around her neck and steal her soul without any resistance.
  4571. >That's what you tell yourself, anyway.
  4572. >In truth, you can feel yourself beginning to waver as your compunctions continue to claw at your conscience.
  4573. >Despite the past you share with this mare—or perhaps *because* of it—you find yourself not entirely sure on whether she deserves the fate you have planned for her.
  4574. >…
  4575. >All of this indecision is irritating you.
  4576. >Perhaps a good conversation ought to clear your mind.
  4577. "So, Luster."
  4578. >"Mm?" She lifts her head and calmly eyes you up.
  4579. "You a big fan of magic, I take it? You sound pretty knowledgeable about the stuff."
  4580. >She blinks a few times, before flashing you a proud grin.
  4581. >"Heh, I should hope I know at least a thing or three about it—considering I've been studying magic since I was a little filly."
  4582. "Oh really?"
  4583. >"Yep. In fact, I happen to be a top student at Canterlot's School of Magic."
  4584. "Wow. You must be a real big shot over there."
  4585. >"Heh~"
  4586. >You willingly feed that fat ego of hers as your hands slowly trail down from her shoulders and mindfully knead into her back.
  4587. >The more confident she feels, the more malleable she becomes—and the more her pudgy belly presses into the table…
  4588. >Ahem.
  4589. "So what brings you over here to the Crystal Empire, then?"
  4590. >"Studying abroad, mainly. Figured I ought to get out of my comfort zone, y'know? Learn more about Friendship and Love while I'm at it."
  4591. "Friendship? Love?"
  4592. >You arch an eyebrow.
  4593. "Are those part of your curriculum?"
  4594. >"Heh, pretty much," she replies with a nod. "and for good reason, too; didja know that the Magic of Friendship happens to be one of the most powerful magical forces out there?"
  4595. "No. I had no idea." You lightly shake your head. "How strong is it?"
  4596. >She clears her throat.
  4597. >"It's strong enough to breathe life into barren soil, give hope to the downtrodden, and keep Equestria totally safe from the forces of evil."
  4598. "Wow…"
  4599. >You blink in momentary awe.
  4600. "It's a little hard to believe it can do all that."
  4601. >"I was sceptical too, at first, but then my teacher convinced me otherwise."
  4602. "Is that so? How was she able to convince you?"
  4603. >"She sang a really nice song."
  4604. >You pause your massage to throw a curious glance her way; her smile is sparklingly sincere.
  4605. "Oh, I see," you reply, nonplussed.
  4606.  
  4607. >Her sincere smile soon becomes a toothy grin.
  4608. >"Heh heh, so that's why I'm here in the Crystal Empire—get to hang out with my mare pals and maybe make a few more friends along the way."
  4609. >You resume your massage.
  4610. "Your 'mare pals,' huh?"
  4611. >"Yeah. You know 'em—Flurry Heart and Cozy Glow."
  4612. >A lightly sarcastic scoff escapes your lips.
  4613. "As if I could ever forget."
  4614. >She chuckles.
  4615. >"Aw, hey, they're not that bad~"
  4616. >Easy for her to say.
  4617. >"I mean, sure; Flurry can be a bit of a spoiled brat sometimes, but she's a good pony where it counts, and as for Cozy…"
  4618. >Her lips momentarily purse.
  4619. >"…well, she's kinda shady, not gonna lie."
  4620. >You can't argue with that.
  4621. >"Buuut, there's never a dull moment with her around; she was actually the one who recommended your parlour to us, y'know."
  4622. >Your expression switches to one of intrigue.
  4623. "Really? She did? But I never saw her visit my parlour before the three of you came along."
  4624. >She lowers her head onto her crossed forehooves and chuckles:
  4625. >"Heh, like I said—shady."
  4626. >Heaving a sigh out into the table, Luster slowly lifts up her right hindleg, stretching it out in the air.
  4627. >"Ooh~"
  4628. >All the while, you continue to work your hands up and down her back, releasing any underlying tension held within her pliant pony body.
  4629. >After lowering her right hindleg, she lifts up her left and stretches it in much the same way.
  4630. >"Mm~"
  4631. >Once her left hindleg flops back down onto the table's padded table, she lets out a satisfied huff:
  4632. >"Hff…this is good~"
  4633. "Oh?" You shoot her a sly grin. "Do I have a repeat customer on my hands?"
  4634. >The grin she fires back is just as sly, if not more so.
  4635. >"Heh, maybe you do~"
  4636. >Her fiery tail flagrantly swishes from side to side.
  4637. >It dances through the air, almost hypnotic in its movements, yet you'd be a fool to grasp at an untamed flame.
  4638. >"Hey, humie," she speaks up, "do you believe in Love?"
  4639. "Love?"
  4640. >Eyebrow raised, you continue:
  4641. "That another kind of magic?"
  4642. >"Heh, got it in one."
  4643.  
  4644. >You *do* recall her mentioning it alongside the Magic of Friendship earlier.
  4645. >And if platonic bonds bear boundless power, then it stands to reason that romantic bonds must radiate a magic all their own.
  4646. >"Yeah, Love happens to be a pretty big deal here in the Crystal Empire; it literally keeps the whole city safe—and there are entire schools of magical study dedicated to how it works."
  4647. >She takes a brief pause, eyes slowly drifting downwards.
  4648. >"As for me—I've got an old flame of my own living in this very city."
  4649. "You do?"
  4650. >"Mm-hmm, and after this massage, I think…I think I'm gonna let him know how I feel."
  4651. "I see…"
  4652. >You notice her staring at your table's headrest with uncertain eyes and pursed lips.
  4653. >The hesitation on her face no doubt mirrors your own.
  4654. >You may be planning to break in her mind later, but that's no reason for you not to try and ease her mind right now.
  4655. "Hey Luster, you've got nothing to worry about," you reassure her. "You're a prize catch, so I'm sure things will go just fine."
  4656. >Her wide eyes flit up to meet yours.
  4657. >"P-prize catch? M-me? You…you really think so?"
  4658. "Yep." You nod. "Any stallion would be lucky to have you."
  4659. >She blinks a few times, gaze straying to the side.
  4660. >"Wh-what about…uh…"
  4661. >She trails off, leaving her query unfinished.
  4662. >One can only ponder on what she was going to ask.
  4663. >As for that stallion of hers…hm.
  4664. >Better focus on your job for now. There's no point getting overly speculative.
  4665. >And so, casting those thoughts to the wayside, you continue on with your massage.
  4666. >Luster remains soberly silent as you gently knead into her back with outstretched palms.
  4667. >Your hands further press her squishy belly into the table, yet your eyes are focused elsewhere:
  4668. >To those full-bodied flanks of hers—and that cutie mark emblazoned upon each side.
  4669. >It depicts the rising sun over a watery horizon, and it carries an enigmatic question mark within its nucleus.
  4670. >You wonder what it symbolises.
  4671.  
  4672. >…
  4673. >Several minutes later, and your client's backrub has proceeded well apace.
  4674. >Alas, all you have succeeded in doing is pushing her delightful tummy much *deeper* into your padded workstation.
  4675. >You are no closer to collaring Luster Dawn.
  4676. >It's frustrating; you have her completely distracted—yet your conscience is consistently keeping you from landing the killing blow.
  4677. >This mare has a tantalisingly tubby tummy; if only you could only shed these pesky scruples of yours, then you'd be able to freely enjoy it at your leisure.
  4678. >But then…what if the collar doesn't work? What then?
  4679. >Luster is a magical prodigy—the personal protege of a princess—what if she's able to resist the collar's magic with her own?
  4680. >If she manages to do that…and if she catches you red-handed in the process of trying to turn her into your slave, then…
  4681. >Agh.
  4682. >This enslavement is proving to be tricker than you had first thought.
  4683. >"…Hey, uh, Anon."
  4684. >Yanking your eyes away from Luster's body, you quirk an eyebrow at her face.
  4685. "Yeah?"
  4686. >Is she gonna formally ask to become your slave?
  4687. >You can only hope.
  4688. >"Listen, about the last time I was here…I'm kinda…uh…guess I might have gotten a little…um…"
  4689. >Her eyes drift to the side as she mutters and sputters to herself, wholly unable to form a coherent sentence under your furrowed gaze.
  4690. >Your brows aren't furrowed at her; they're furrowed at yourself.
  4691. >After a few more seconds of muddled mumbling, she hoists up her right forehoof, taking it all the way to the top of her horn.
  4692. >She then fussily rubs at the tip.
  4693. >"C-could you do my horn?"
  4694. >You blink at her.
  4695. "Your…your horn?"
  4696. >"Y-yeah, I'm feeling a little blocked up there; could use some of your, heh, humie touch."
  4697. >You pause in place, still mentally parsing her both her curious request and swift topic shift.
  4698. >Her ear nervously flicks, her body tenses under your hands, and her expression grows noticeably more anxious at your lack of immediate response.
  4699. >"P-please?"
  4700. "Um."
  4701. >You slowly nod, gulping down any misgivings you have.
  4702. "S-sure."
  4703. >Her body relaxes with a solaced sigh, and you can feel your fingers nearly sink in completely to her pliant form.
  4704. >"Thanks…"
  4705. >She gives you a soft smile as she lets her right forehoof fall back onto the table.
  4706. >You can't help but notice how just much pushier she got when it came to asking you for a hornrub.
  4707. >You've given her one before, but…
  4708. "Just let me, uh, get the right oil."
  4709. >"Mm, alright."
  4710.  
  4711. >…
  4712. >Horns.
  4713. >That magically conductive organ connected directly to the brain.
  4714. >They are the focus through which unicorns (or alicorns) can cast their awe-inspiring, physics-defying spells.
  4715. >Naturally, great care must be taken to maintain this highly important part of their body—after all, they only get the one horn throughout their whole lifetime.
  4716. >Luster has entrusted you with the care of her most delicate part.
  4717. >You'll reward that trust by giving her a good rubbing.
  4718. >And then…
  4719. >Well, you're not sure.
  4720. >You'll figure it out, hopefully.
  4721. >Through your storied tenure as a masseur, you've come to learn that unicorn horns require their own specialised massage oil.
  4722. >You have one such oil prepared, but there are a couple of things you need to do before you can begin.
  4723. >First off, you rinse your non-horny oils away in the sink.
  4724. >Then, you grab your horn file.
  4725. >Slowly yet surely, you work up from her horn's base with a delicate hand, smoothing off any jagged contours and rounding off the top.
  4726. >Most unicorns prefer to have their horns as smoothly tipped as possible; it's apparently an aesthetic thing.
  4727. >"Ooh…mm…"
  4728. >Luster makes her approval known with soft sighs and gentle moans; she rests her head on her crossed forehooves, her tail swishing from side to side.
  4729. >"You…you massaged horns before, Anon?"
  4730. "Well, there was that time with you a couple of days ago…"
  4731. >"Eheh heh…" she awkwardly chuckles. "Yeah…"
  4732. "…but this isn't my first rodeo with this kind of thing."
  4733. >Her ears slightly fold as a disappointed frown forms on her face.
  4734. >"Oh."
  4735. >Casting her gaze away from yours, she stills her tail's swaying movements, lying it flat against her rump.
  4736.  
  4737. >You're not sure what brought on this solemn reaction of hers.
  4738. >Did she wanna be the one to pop your horn massaging cherry or something?
  4739. >The hornrub hasn't even started and you've already let her down.
  4740. >Man.
  4741. >Being a masseur is tough.
  4742. >'You lack conviction, Anonymous,' a warblingly high-pitched voice rings out in your mind.
  4743. >Your eyes shoot open in surprise.
  4744. >What…what the fuck was that?
  4745. >'From one alien to another, I will give you guidance.'
  4746. >From one alien to ano—
  4747. >No. Wait. It can't be.
  4748. >Can it?
  4749. >…
  4750. 'Oofoe?' Is that you?' you mentally relay back.
  4751. >'It does not matter who I am. What matters is what I will impart upon you.'
  4752. >The voice of a fictional character is in your head.
  4753. >You have officially lost it.
  4754. >'Look to the horn of this unicorn, Anonymous.'
  4755. >Sighing to yourself, you reluctantly follow the suggestions of your subconscious sojourner.
  4756. >Luster's cerise horn stands proud and freshly filed as she continues to face away from you.
  4757. 'Yes?'
  4758. >'That horn is the natural wellspring of her mental might. If you wish to gain the upper hand on this unicorn, you must drain her of magical power and claim it for yourself.'
  4759. >You arch an eyebrow.
  4760. 'Take it for myself…?'
  4761. >'Yes… Heed my instruction, Anonymous.'
  4762. >Oofoe's trilling tones echo throughout your grey matter, somehow sharpening your senses and steeling your sentiments.
  4763. >'Suck that horn, Anonymous. Suck it raw. Draw her magical energies into your own body…'
  4764. >He firmly rests his metaphorical hand on your shoulder.
  4765. >'…and then turn her butt into a hive for your babies.'
  4766. 'Uh…'
  4767. >You blink, briefly bewildered, but then slowly nod in agreement.
  4768. 'Thanks, Oofoe. I'll take your advice to heart.'
  4769. >You purse your lips.
  4770. 'Think I'll take a rain check on the whole "butt babies" thing, though—seems like more of a "you" speciality.'
  4771. >You feel his presence steadily fade away.
  4772. >'Take her to Prooobeee Tooowwwn…'
  4773. >And with that, his voice dissipates into the ether.
  4774. >He's gone, yet you feel more resolute than ever before.
  4775. >"Um, Anon?"
  4776. >Luster's quiet, raspy voice snaps you back to reality.
  4777. "Yeah?"
  4778. >"Is there…um…is there a reason you haven't started the hornrub yet?"
  4779. >She glances to the side, ear nervously flicking.
  4780. >"I-it wasn't something I said, was it?"
  4781. "Oh, no. It's nothing to do with you."
  4782. >You gently rest an arm on her withers and rub it.
  4783. "I was just mentally preparing myself—channelling my chakras and all that."
  4784. >"Oh, okay."
  4785. "I'll get started in a jiffy; just relax for me, alright?"
  4786. >She nods with an affirmative hum, facing forward once more.
  4787. >Your eyes drift to her forehead.
  4788. >Gazing upon that spiralling peak of unicorn pride, you recall Oofoe's morsel of divine wisdom:
  4789. >'Take her to Probe Town.'
  4790. >No, not that one—the other one:
  4791. >'Suck that horn.'
  4792. >Yep, that's the one.
  4793. >Are you really gonna do this?
  4794. >…
  4795. >Fuck it. You only live once.
  4796.  
  4797. >You gently rest your right index finger upon the very tip of her horn.
  4798. >She reflexively shivers.
  4799. >"Nn…"
  4800. >It's definitely a sensitive spot for her.
  4801. >Eyeing up her horn from the side, you slowly move in towards it, widening your jaw as you do…
  4802. >And you give the length of it a tentative flick with your tongue.
  4803. >"Wh-whoa!"
  4804. >She jerks her head upwards, forcing your finger off your horn; thankfully, your quick reflexes manage to spare your face from a most-unfortunate goring.
  4805. >"What…what…"
  4806. >She swivels her head to face you, eyes wide and mouth agape.
  4807. >"D-did you just lick my horn?"
  4808. >You give a curt nod.
  4809. "Yes."
  4810. >Oh, right.
  4811. >You're gonna need to come up with an excuse for why you did that—and why you should keep doing it.
  4812. "This is…an experimental kind of horn therapy. It's one I've read about in a book."
  4813. >You rest your right hand on the table, next to her body.
  4814. "Supposedly, saliva works wonders on unicorn horns. Really unclogs their magical pathways and clears their mind—and other good stuff like that."
  4815. >She tilts her head, tone uncertain:
  4816. >"Really…?"
  4817. >You nod.
  4818. "Mm."
  4819. >You're gonna need more than that to convince her.
  4820. >Think, Anon. Think.
  4821. >Make her feel special—like a real one-of-a-kind VIP customer.
  4822. "But the thing is," you continue, "I haven't actually had the chance to apply this kind of massage to any of my clients."
  4823. >You take a deliberate pause.
  4824. "You'd be my first."
  4825. >Hopefully she takes the bait.
  4826. >She blinks.
  4827. >"F-first…?"
  4828. "Yeah, but, uh…"
  4829. >You take your hand off the table and wiggle your fingers in the air.
  4830. "…again, it's experimental, so if you'd prefer me to just use my fingers with some oil—that's fine too."
  4831. >You turn away from her.
  4832. "Yeah, thinking about it, I should probably just—"
  4833. >"W-wait."
  4834. >You cast a glance over your shoulder, and you see her nervously rubbing her right forehoof over her left.
  4835. >"Um, I-I mean, I'm not against it, you know? S-so if you wanna suck my—"
  4836. >She quickly and awkwardly clears her throat.
  4837. >"—m-massage my horn with your mouth, I'm totally fine with that…"
  4838. >Taking her consent in stride, you turn around and move in towards her horn, positioning your parted lips right above it while she continues to ramble on:
  4839. >"B-but only if you're sure, y'know? 'Cause I, uh, I haven't really wash—"
  4840. >You swiftly take in the rounded tip of her horn with your mouth, soon sealing your lips around it.
  4841. >"Ah!" she gasps.
  4842. >You then swirl your tongue around her horn as you gradually take more and more of it into your maw.
  4843. >"O-ooh~" she breathily moans.
  4844. >It sounds like your mouthy massage is already working wonders on your client.
  4845.  
  4846. >While you aren't quite able to fit the whole thing in, you *are* able to fit about three quarters of her horn's length inside your oral cavity.
  4847. >Using both of your hands, you gently press down on the top of her head, making sure to keep her cranial movements at a minimum.
  4848. >"Hff…hff…"
  4849. >Down below, you can see that Luster's eyes are now firmly shut.
  4850. >She heatedly snorts out pleasured huffs as you roll your tongue around her rigid horn.
  4851. >Her horn is as hard as bone and slightly coarse around your tongue—yet it also radiates a delectable warmth.
  4852. >Additionally, there's a strange sliminess to its texture that you can't quite place.
  4853. >Being this close to her body, you can't help but sniff out your client's natural aroma.
  4854. >Luster Dawn…she proudly bears that distinctly unwashed musk of a mare who spends most of her time locked away in her room, reading books, eating junk food, and freely indulging in her base urges whenever it pleases her.
  4855. >It's…it's not bad.
  4856. >You could probably satisfy this mare's needs just by simply lapping at her warm horn, but you want to go the extra mile.
  4857. >So you decide to slide your tongue into the sensitive inner cavity of her horn's spiralling ridge.
  4858. >"Nngh…!"
  4859. >You are rewarded by way of pleasured grunts from Luster—and a peculiar substance that clings to your tongue as your explore her keratin canyon.
  4860. >It has a greasy, cheesy texture to it, and it bears a potently tart taste that's reminiscent of an mango gone off.
  4861. >The taste—and the smell—makes your nose instinctively wrinkle and your gut threaten to wrench.
  4862. >Yet you'd rather not puke on your client if you can help it, so you take the opportunity to disengage, taking you hands off her head and leaving her horn slick with your saliva.
  4863. >"O-ooh…!"
  4864. >Luster partially opens her eyes and heartily huffs in your direction.
  4865. >"Hff…you cleaned me right up…and with your mouth, too…"
  4866. >You can still feel several chewy chunks of that cheesily rotten residue swirling around in your mouth.
  4867. >It should taste awful; in fact, it *does* taste awful—God awful.
  4868. >You should be retching right now—and yet somehow, you aren't.
  4869. >The filthy flavour of her cheesy horn smegma ransacks your mouth, while the sweaty smell of her unwashed mare stench permeates your nostrils.
  4870. >This unholy assault on your senses activates a deeply deprived set of neurons within your brain—neurons you never knew existed.
  4871. >So, instead of spitting out her smelly horn cheese into either the sink or the bin like any sane person with working taste buds would do, you carefully swish it about in your mouth, slowly savouring the off-tangy taste.
  4872. >Luster's gaze slowly widens as she continues to observe you deliberately chew her horn smegma right in front of her eyes.
  4873. >"H-huh…? What are you…?
  4874. "Ulp…"
  4875. >Down the hatch it goes.
  4876. >It's your stomach's problem now.
  4877.  
  4878. >Luster's eyes shoot open.
  4879. >"Wh-whoa…! D-did you just swallow it?"
  4880. >Licking off your teeth, you tentatively rub your gut with your left hand and lightly clear your throat with your right.
  4881. "Guess so."
  4882. >She blinks, cheeks turning rosy and lips curling up into an awkward grin.
  4883. >"Eheh heh…you're really gross, Anon…"
  4884. >Her words disparage you, yet her tail excitably bats at the table padding behind her.
  4885. >She faces her head forward and sprawls her limbs out across the table.
  4886. >Her hips needily wiggle into the padding as she gets herself comfortable.
  4887. >"K-keep going, though…" she coos to you.
  4888. >With a noiseless nod, you position yourself by her left side.
  4889. >You rest both hands upon her forehead while your parted lips hover above her horn.
  4890. >Then, you take her into your mouth once again; like before, three quarters of her spiralling length is your natural limit.
  4891. >Thankfully, her horn happens to be a lot cleaner now, so there are far less cheesy surprises for your tongue to discover as you carefully suck her horn off.
  4892. >"Hff…! Hff…! Mm…!"
  4893. >She makes her pleasure audibly known with honest huffs and mirthful moans.
  4894. >You're just getting started.
  4895. >Fully embracing your experimental escapade into extrusory eroticism, you lavish her horn with licks at every angle:
  4896. >Rolling your tongue in and around her sensitive ridges;
  4897. >Slurping up and down the whole length;
  4898. >Lapping at the rounded tip;
  4899. >And to top it all off—you give her head a complimentary scalp massage while your hands gently hold her still, spreading out your fingers and kneading them around the base of her horn.
  4900. >"A-ahn~!"
  4901. >Luster is very quickly reduced to snorty neighs and shuddering whinnies as you meticulously work both her head and her horn over.
  4902. >Closing her eyes, she squirms under your touch and shamelessly humps at your table.
  4903. >Anything else she does escapes your senses, though, as you continually bob your head up and down along her horn, swirling your tongue around the spiral.
  4904. >You can feel her horn steadily and needily throb around your sensually suckling tongue, pulsing waves of horny heat out into your moist maw.
  4905. >These slurping suckles of yours are all entirely within the realm of professionalism, of course.
  4906. >You are merely performing a most-experimental type of horn therapy upon your client.
  4907. >And it is one that is sure to leave her *thoroughly* drained by the end, leaving you free to do whatever you please with her.
  4908.  
  4909. >"A-anon…! I'm…I'm going to…!"
  4910. >Luster's horn promptly heats up in your mouth.
  4911. >What had once been frequent pulsations of thermal delight has now become a sweltering supernova of imminent release.
  4912. >Her horn is hot—searingly so—yet you can't bring yourself to pull away.
  4913. >Boiling though her magical organ may be, it somehow doesn't harm you with its immense heat; it does, however, induce a fit of fierce sweating from your facial pores and make you feel gaspingly short of breath.
  4914. >It also blisters your sights with a bright orange light, clouding your vision in a citrussy fog.
  4915. >Near-blinded as you are, you can no longer trust your eyes.
  4916. >Instead, you focus on what you can hear and feel.
  4917. >Luster thrashes about on the table, lost in the throes of sorcerous pleasure; though with your hands firmly keeping her head in place—her manic movements amount to mere mewling squirms.
  4918. >Her horn furiously throbs in your mouth, yet you have not once ceased in your steadfast suckling, determined to bring the mare in front of you to her mystical climax.
  4919. >A sharp sensation suddenly jolts up your tongue—one telling you that the floodgates have opened.
  4920. >Letting out a guttural whinny, her pulsing horn fires off round after round of goopy molten magic; it rockets into your mouth and furiously bulges out your cheeks.
  4921. >You are forced to swallow each magical load as it cums to avoid drowning in her enchanted excitement.
  4922. >And her whole body throbs under your hands as she heatedly paints your palate with her quivering horngasm.
  4923.  
  4924. >You can feel this thermal goop tingling your trachea as it travels down your throat and settles in your stomach.
  4925. >It tastes like sparkling mango juice while having the viscosity of thick slime.
  4926. >And it utterly galvanises the mind.
  4927. >For some reason, you just can't get enough of it.
  4928. >You find yourself hungrily suckling and slurping at her horn, yearning to take in more of that magical taste—
  4929. >"Nngah… Anon…" you hear your client weakly moan out. "Sh-shtop… Puh…puleesh…"
  4930. >Oh, right. Luster.
  4931. >Her horngasm has now abated.
  4932. >You will yourself to stop licking at her horn, soon pulling away from it and standing up straight.
  4933. >The bright orange light that had clouded your vision has mostly dissipated, allowing you to bear witness to the shivering, panting form of your client.
  4934. >She lies limply prone on your massage table, her head turned onto its right side; her glossy amber gaze is upon you, while her slimy tongue is sloppily lolled out onto your massage table.
  4935. >Kinda gross.
  4936. >Then again, you're not one to talk—considering what you've just done.
  4937. >You cast her a concerned frown.
  4938. "Sorry. Did I hurt you?"
  4939. >"A-ah…I-I…"
  4940. >She swallows her tongue and breathily exhales across the table's padded surface.
  4941. >"N-no, you didn't… I-it's just…I'm still a little sensitive up there, y'know?"
  4942. >You look up at her meticulously cleaned-off horn, and you notice that its tip now blushes a painful-looking red.
  4943. "Oh, I see." You soberly nod.
  4944. >So unicorn horns *also* experience a period of post-nut hypersensitivity; good to know.
  4945. >Crouching down to meet her at eye level, you gently scritch behind her left ear to ease her woes.
  4946. >"O-ooh~"
  4947. >Her eyes dreamily flutter as she cranes her neck into your touch.
  4948. >"Oh…mm…m-more scritches…"
  4949. >Her contented hums are coupled with a happy wag of her bushy tail.
  4950. >Luster wears a dopily delighted smile upon her face as she steadily recovers from her recent release; her chubby belly slowly rises and falls with each recuperating breath.
  4951. >Just as you had predicted: you have left this mare completely drained thanks to your deft tonguework.
  4952. >This gives you the perfect opportunity to collar her, if you so please.
  4953. >Although, at this point—you wonder if you even *need* to collar her; it feels as if you have this needy unicorn wrapped around your little finger.
  4954. >In fact, you find yourself wondering just how far you can push her.
  4955.  
  4956. "Hey, Luster."
  4957. >You move your hand away from her ear, causing her to emit a cute whine before she replies:
  4958. >"Y-yeah?"
  4959. "Think our session's drawing to a close for today."
  4960. >Her eyes shoot open.
  4961. >"Wh-what? Already?"
  4962. "Yup." You nod. "Check the clock."
  4963. >She does as you suggest, peering at the clock hanging on the wall.
  4964. >"…Oh."
  4965. >Standing up, you retrieve a nearby towel.
  4966. >You use it to wipe her saliva-laden horn; you figure that it's only common courtesy to do so after—ahem—*professionally* blowing her bone.
  4967. >Luster eyes you with uncertainty as you finish drying her off.
  4968. >Once you set your used towel to the side, she speaks to you, her tone just as uncertain as her gaze:
  4969. >"W-wait, Anon, can I get a good look at your, uh, face?"
  4970. >You quirk an eyebrow at her; her ears nervously fold.
  4971. >"T-to check for lingering magic and stuff, y-yeah…"
  4972. >Ah, that makes sense.
  4973. >You can only imagine the side effects that come about from gulping down immense volumes of magical spunk.
  4974. >Hell, you still see specks of orange floating around in your vision; it's nothing major, but…
  4975. >It couldn't hurt for a checkup.
  4976. "Sure, why not."
  4977. >You crouch down in front of her.
  4978. >Rolling onto her right side, she extends a hoof out towards you, soon resting it under your chin.
  4979. >Carefully pulling you in, she brings your face close to hers; you don't resist.
  4980. >She then peers deep into your eyes, as if looking for something.
  4981. >You take the opportunity to scrutinise her expression in turn, peering into her soul as your nose brushes up against her snout.
  4982. >Those amorous amber pools tell you everything you need to know about the mare known as Luster Dawn:
  4983. >Her hopes;
  4984. >Her feelings;
  4985. >Her deepest desires;
  4986. >…
  4987. >Before you know it, you have your lips pressed against hers.
  4988. >"Mm!" she hums in surprise, eyes widening.
  4989. >You silently yet spiritedly prod at her lips with your tongue.
  4990. >With a hazy flutter of her eyelids, she soon lets you in, sighing into your mouth as she does.
  4991. >Her breath smells like greasy fast food and hay.
  4992. >It's gross.
  4993. >Still, there's an enticing quality to it that you can't quite place.
  4994. >Maybe it's because it's her.
  4995.  
  4996. >You slide your tongue into her mouth and hungrily lap up more of her taste, rolling your oral organ across her teeth and cleaning off the grime that coats them.
  4997. >With your left hand resting on the table, you gently stroke the back of the head, causing her to moan into your mouth and share with you more of her stinky mare breath.
  4998. >Every time she does so, you breathe it all in and sigh back into her mouth, making her entire body shivers in response.
  4999. >After lovingly lapping up her teeth until they're near pristine with your saliva, your tongue soon comes across hers; it lies on the bottom of her mouth, unsure and overwhelmed.
  5000. >As soon as she feels the touch of your taste buds, she attempts to seize some measure of control from you and intertwine her tongue with yours.
  5001. >Her broad olfactory organ is able to easily overpower you with its horsepower and pin you down.
  5002. >However, her movements are clumsy and inexperienced, allowing you to slip free of her tongue's clammy hold.
  5003. >Exercising your human agility, you dart all around her moist muscle and playfully lick at it from a variety of angles.
  5004. >And eventually, you have her tongue completely capitulated to your lavish laps; it submits to your speed and lays flat against her mouth's floor.
  5005. >You run your own organ along her squishy sulcus, causing her to gutturally groan into your mouth.
  5006. >After spending some more time savouring the submissive squalor of her mareish mouth, you pull away from her, leaving a thick and heady trail of saliva to connect you two.
  5007. >Her eyes focus on you as you leave, and she breathes out a shaky sigh.
  5008. >You take your hand away from her head, and she lets go of your chin.
  5009. >"W-wow…" she gasps out. "Th-that was…wow…"
  5010. >You lean back in and give her lips a few more tender laps.
  5011. >She softly giggles at your continued affection.
  5012. >As you pull away from her for a second time, you notice her black pupils briefly take on a faint pink tint.
  5013. >But she quickly and lightly shakes her head, returning her pupils back to normal.
  5014.  
  5015. >The smile on her face is sincerely serene, yet as her eyes drift over to the clock on the wall—you see her expression start to falter.
  5016. >When you had gazed into those eyes of hers earlier, you were able to confirm your long-bubbling suspicions.
  5017. >Luster came to your parlour with an agenda of her own—one that desires far more than the tender touch of your soft hands.
  5018. >Luckily for her, you plan on giving her exactly what she longs for.
  5019. >Not just that, but perhaps you'll leave her a fetching accessory for her trouble.
  5020. >You ogle her sidelong body:
  5021. >Her face is uncertain, while her pony pudge shamelessly spills out onto the table.
  5022. >Once again. Delicious.
  5023. >You've teased this chubby mare long enough.
  5024. >It's time to move in for the kill.
  5025. "Hey, Luster, I've been thinking…"
  5026. >You lightly caress her tummy with your right hand.
  5027. "…I really don't want this to end."
  5028. >She shuffles forward, leaning into your touch.
  5029. >"…Me neither."
  5030. "Then it doesn't have to end here, you know?"
  5031. >Your lips curl into a smile as you freely fondle this mare's flab right before her eyes.
  5032. >Luster bites her bottom lip in response to your bawdy behaviour.
  5033. >"Nnf…it doesn't?"
  5034. "Mm." You nod. "So, why don't we cap things for this session…"
  5035. >You stretch out your fingers along her belly.
  5036. "…give you a nice…"
  5037. >And you give her pudge a teasingly grabby squeeze.
  5038. >"H-hah…!" she raspily gasps.
  5039. "…happy ending?"
  5040. >Her eyes widen as her pupils shake.
  5041. >"H-happy ending?"
  5042. >You nod in silent affirmation.
  5043. >"You…you do happy endings here?"
  5044. >You shake your head.
  5045. "Not usually."
  5046. >You move your hand away from her tummy.
  5047. "This isn't that kind of establishment."
  5048. >You then lean in towards her, lowering your tone to a husky whisper:
  5049. "But when it comes to my new favourite client—well, I think I can make an exception."
  5050. >Time to throw out the magic words:
  5051. "In fact, you'd be my first."
  5052. >Then you throw in a little extra spice to seal the deal:
  5053. "Maybe even my only."
  5054.  
  5055. >Her nostrils flare out while her tail fervidly bats at the tabletop.
  5056. >You pull away from her and then look to the ticking clock on the wall.
  5057. >How it ticks. How it tocks.
  5058. >Tick. Tock.
  5059. >Tick. Tock.
  5060. "The choice is yours, of course," you eventually speak up. "I won't—"
  5061. >"I want it."
  5062. >You turn back to Luster, observing the way her lips subtly quiver.
  5063. >"I…I want my happy ending."
  5064. >You nod with a confident smile.
  5065. "Very well."
  5066. >You gesture towards the door.
  5067. "How about we take this to the bedroom, then?"
  5068. >She nods, slowly and shakily making to stand up.
  5069. >With the way all of her legs are wobbling, you have a good inkling as to what's about to happen—so you covertly position yourself right by her side.
  5070. >"Let me just—oop!"
  5071. >She suddenly loses balances and collapses—
  5072. >Straight into your embrace.
  5073. >Supporting her barrel with your left arm, you caress her withers with your right hand.
  5074. >"Th-thanks…" she whispers, cheeks lightly flushing.
  5075. "Can't have my favourite client accidentally tripping and hurting herself, can I?"
  5076. >"Hehe…"
  5077. >She visibly relaxes in your hold, right ear shyly flicking.
  5078. >Trailing your gaze down her body, you examine her hindlegs.
  5079. >You quickly notice the causation of her clumsiness; it comes in the form of a muskily slimy substance that drips down from in between her thighs and onto your table.
  5080. >This smelly sight is one audibly corroborated by the squelching sounds of her wetly winking marepussy right above it.
  5081. >It's clear that Luster's "horngasm" has thoroughly stimulated her in manners more than magical.
  5082. >Also, recalling your prior experience with this mare—you've come to learn that stinky marecum is an absolute bitch to get out of fabric.
  5083. >Oh well. You can worry about the clean up later.
  5084. >Right now, you've got a mare to massage.
  5085. "Hey, if you can't stand, it's fine." You gently pat her back. "I'll carry you."
  5086. >She warmly exhales.
  5087. >"O-okay."
  5088.  
  5089. >Standing right by her left side and analysing her barrel, you carefully weigh your options.
  5090. >First off, mare's damn heavy.
  5091. >Second, how are you gonna carry her?
  5092. >Under your arm like she's a bundle of logs?
  5093. >Nah. You're gonna need *both* arms on deck for this thick mare.
  5094. >Upright against your chest like she's some kind of horsey cat?
  5095. >Well, you *could,* but…
  5096. "Hm…"
  5097. >In the midst of your primitive pondering, a nugget of extraterrestrial erudition comes to you from beyond the stars:
  5098. >What if…
  5099. >What if you hold her just like in that book?
  5100. >Oh yes. That'll do quite nicely.
  5101. >Anonymous, you are a genius.
  5102. >Gently setting Luster back down on her belly and moving your arms away from her body, you issue her a command:
  5103. "Lie on your back."
  5104. >She silently complies, flipping over from a prone position to a supine one.
  5105. >You take a vital moment to note how cute she looks while her forelegs are coquettishly curled up to her chest.
  5106. >…
  5107. >Yep. It's cute—adorable, even.
  5108. >Time for you to make your move.
  5109. >You slide your left arm behind her upper back while you slip your right arm just below her thighs and under her bent hocks.
  5110. >Then, you lift.
  5111. >"Hah…"
  5112. >It takes no small amount of effort, but—with a heaving grunt—you succeed in bearing the weight of this portly unicorn.
  5113. >You hoist her close to your chest, scooping her up in a bridal carry.
  5114. >She gasps as her body nestles into yours.
  5115. "There we go."
  5116. >She blinks a few times, before nuzzling into your left pec; you can feel her heart beating a mile a minute next to yours.
  5117. >You decide to stay silent for the time being, letting her acclimate to the intimate feeling of being held within your arms.
  5118. >Turning to face the exit of your kitchen-parlour, the two of you steadily plot a course towards your happy ending.
  5119.  
  5120. ***
  5121.  
  5122. >The journey through your house is quiet and uneventful.
  5123. >Snugly cradled within your bridal carry, Luster's eyes attentively dart all around her surroundings, taking in your homely sights and emblazoning every single one of them into her mind.
  5124. >In lieu of words, the two of you content yourselves with the sounds of each other's tranquil heartbeats and gentle respirations.
  5125. >Soon enough, you enter your bedroom and make your way to the left side of the bed.
  5126. >Still holding her in your arms, you sit down on the bed's edge and gently set Luster down by your left side.
  5127. >You then move your right arm away from her rump while continuing to support her back with your left.
  5128. >Thus, the two of you now sit side by side, silently enjoying one another's presence.
  5129. >With your left arm looping around her back, you rest your hand upon her chubby belly and idly rub it.
  5130. >Luster snorts in contentment.
  5131. >"Mm…comfy…"
  5132. >Closing her eyes, she leans into your left side, happily nuzzling against your chest and lazily sniffling at your shirt.
  5133. >Hopefully she doesn't notice the brainwashing collar that you keep in one of your shirt pockets.
  5134. >That would make things awkward.
  5135. >In any case, you've somehow managed to turn this pushy pervert into a needy nuzzler; your efforts have born wonderfully compliant fruit
  5136. >However, you believe that there's still work to be done.
  5137. >After all, you need to find a way to make this mare wholly accept your dominion over her.
  5138. >The question then becomes—how?
  5139. >How do you further coax out the submissive side of this mare?
  5140. >To that end, you look around your room, searching for answers.
  5141. >You soon notice a certain something on top of the bed's nightstand to your right:
  5142. >A partially emptied box of chocolate truffles—Cozy Glow's peace offering from yesterday.
  5143. >Those should serve your needs quite nicely, you think.
  5144. "Hey, Luster," you address her, "how about a treat before we get started on our 'happy ending?'"
  5145. >She lifts her head to look up at you.
  5146. >"Hm? Treat?"
  5147. "Yep."
  5148. >Extending out your right hand, you reach over to your truffle box and open it, soon retrieving one of those delectable chocolate candies.
  5149. >Pinching it in between a few fingers, you hold it above and in front of her.
  5150. "Something to whet your appetite with."
  5151. >"Mhm…"
  5152. >Eyeing up your truffle, she licks her lips as her expression curls into a grin.
  5153. >"Wouldn't mind that~"
  5154. >Her horn hungrily lights up.
  5155. >You sense a sudden magical tug upon your held confection—causing you swiftly pull said truffle out of Luster's amber aura.
  5156. >Her eyes widen in surprise to her denied prize.
  5157. >"H-huh?"
  5158. >You lightly waggle your truffle in the air and chide her:
  5159. "Ah-ah."
  5160. >She furrows her brows at you.
  5161. >"H-hey! What's the big idea?"
  5162. >You flash her a coy smile.
  5163. "No magic."
  5164. >You playfully pat her belly with your left hand, making her huff in air through her nostrils.
  5165. "Leave it to me. I'll handle things from here."
  5166.  
  5167. >She blinks a few times, expression softening.
  5168. >"Wait, you'll handle…?"
  5169. >Her eyes drift to your truffle, and then to your hand that's holding it.
  5170. >Slightly parting her lips in realisation, she heartily hums.
  5171. >"Mhm, alright then."
  5172. >With her approval acquired, you slowly bring your confection up to her mouth; her eyes remain trained on your truffle the whole time.
  5173. >The closer your candy comes, the wider her lips part.
  5174. >And when your truffle hovers a few inches from her face, you can see her tongue tentatively poking out of her mouth.
  5175. >Upon espying her eagerness, a sly smirk snakes its way onto your face.
  5176. >You halt your movements and tease her a little more:
  5177. "Say 'pretty please.'"
  5178. >"A-ah?" she emits a confused gasp.
  5179. >She slowly closes her mouth upon realising that your hand isn't going to move any more.
  5180. >Looking at you and then back to the truffle, she bears a conflicted expression upon her face as she finds herself suddenly struggling with an immense sense of inner turmoil.
  5181. >Does she hold fast to her pride, or does she give in to your wry command and let herself be pampered by you?
  5182. >It takes her a good few seconds to properly settle this internal dispute.
  5183. >Her answer is thus:
  5184. >"P-pretty please…"
  5185. >It's the right answer.
  5186. >You nod, smirk softening into a smile.
  5187. >Then, you give her tummy a few more loving rubs.
  5188. "Good girl," you coo.
  5189. >She purses her lips, but you can hear the intense *whap whap whap* of her tail wagging against your bed.
  5190. >Before the truffle melts any further in your hand, you decide to finally feed your new favourite customer.
  5191. "Now, here's your reward."
  5192. >You curtly bring the candy up to her mouth and lightly press it against her lips with one finger.
  5193. "Open your mouth."
  5194. >She gradually parts her lips, letting you steadily slide more and more of the truffle into her maw.
  5195. >Eventually, her piehole opens up enough that you are able to pop the rest of it in with one smooth motion.
  5196. >"Mm…nom…"
  5197. >Upon closing both her mouth and her eyes, she carefully savours your chocolate-flavoured gift with subtle chews and quiet hums.
  5198. "Go on now, don't be shy."
  5199. >Hearing your request, her delectations become slightly louder and more confident:
  5200. >"Mm…nom…nom…nom…"
  5201. >Sensing an opportunity to relax your pampered pet even further, you gently press two fingers from your right hand against her throat.
  5202. >She makes a hum of slight trepidation in response to your sudden touch.
  5203. >You swiftly massage away those misgivings of hers by tenderly trailing circles around her neck.
  5204. >"Hff…"
  5205. >Her nostrils happily flare out, while her lips progressively curl into a satiated smile between each slow chew she makes.
  5206. >"Nom…nom…nom…mm~"
  5207. >She finally swallows your truffle, and you can feel her neck briefly bulge out as the chewed confection travels down her oesophagus.
  5208. >You put those fingers of yours to work, causing Luster to contentedly breathe in and out through her nostrils as you aid in her gurgitation via your patented neck rub.
  5209.  
  5210. >Soon enough, she swallows all there is to swallow, and she breathes out a satisfied sigh past her lips.
  5211. >After opening her eyes, she looks to you with a gentle, reserved smile.
  5212. >You give her a smile of your own.
  5213. "How did you find it?"
  5214. >She bashfully looks to the side.
  5215. >"Was nice…"
  5216. "Well, we're not finished yet."
  5217. >Her eyes flit back to you.
  5218. >"Hm?"
  5219. >You answer her humming query by taking your right hand away from her neck.
  5220. >Your left hand, however, still rests upon her tubby tummy—which is currently in the process of digesting her latest snack.
  5221. >With an outstretched palm, your fingers soon fully sink into her flab, kneading and groping at her belly.
  5222. >You can feel her churning tummy grumble and groan under your grabby hand.
  5223. >"Ooh~" she croons.
  5224. >After a few seconds of aggressively indulgent fat fondling, you switch gears to a more caressive belly rub, moving your fingers in considerate circles.
  5225. >As your touch becomes more temperate, the restive grumbling of her gut calms down and becomes gratified rumbling.
  5226. >She sighs in pampered relief.
  5227. >"Mm…s'good…"
  5228. >There's certainly a lot to love when it comes to that soft, fuzzy belly of hers.
  5229. >And you fully intend to treat it with care.
  5230. >Thus, you gently massage her tender tummy until it rumbles no more.
  5231. >You then thoughtfully scritch underneath her chin with your right hand.
  5232. "There we go. Now we're finished."
  5233. >She croons at your touch, tilting her head upwards and staring at you with appreciative amber eyes.
  5234. >The two of you hold eye contact for a good long while.
  5235. >"Y'know, Anon," she speaks up, "I'm a little surprised you're being so nice to me."
  5236. "Oh yeah?"
  5237. >"Yeah, I mean…"
  5238. >Her jovial expression falters, and her eyes flit away from yours.
  5239. >"…considering what happened a couple days ago and all, I…"
  5240. >Moving your right hand away from her chin, you gently press your index finger against her snout to silence her.
  5241. "Now, now," you begin, "don't you worry about that."
  5242. >Her amber eyes shyly drift back to you, and you continue:
  5243. "Right here, right now: you're my VIP client—and I'm your personal masseur."
  5244. >You move your finger away from her snout.
  5245. "So there's no need to sweat the small stuff, am I right?"
  5246. >She blinks a few times, taking in your words.
  5247. >Then, her lips slowly curl up into a wide, toothy smile.
  5248. >"Heh heh, right."
  5249. >You'd be lying if you said you didn't hold her prior actions against her.
  5250. >After all, she absolutely humiliated you back then—and your desire for righteous retribution is the main driving force behind your plan to make her your brainwashed slave.
  5251. >That's what you keep telling yourself, anyway.
  5252. >However, in order to have the best chance at enslaving her mind, you must endeavour to keep her relaxed and happy—thus, you play the part of a caring and forgiving masseur.
  5253. >Admittedly, this role is one you find yourself taking to extremely well.
  5254. >It fits you like a glove, you could even say.
  5255.  
  5256. >Getting back to work, you once again slip your right hand under your client's chin and give her some scritches.
  5257. >"Mm~"
  5258. >Your left hand, naturally, has been thoughtfully rubbing and patting her chubby tummy this entire time.
  5259. >"Phew~"
  5260. >Luster huffs and hums contentedly as you continue to massage her belly and scritch her chin.
  5261. >You notice her pupils steadily take on a pink tint—just like when you had kissed her in your kitchen.
  5262. >But this time, the ardent glow within her sparkling pupils shines brighter and persists longer.
  5263. >Though just like the previous occurrence, it too eventually fades, leaving behind a gaze that is no-less affectionate.
  5264. >Whatever that pink shine in her eyes was—you have a gut feeling that it is in your best interests to continue drawing it out.
  5265. >You only need to figure out *how* to bring in the pink.
  5266. >The first time came about from a sloppy make out session, while the second time showed up once you lovingly hand-fed her and rubbed her tummy.
  5267. >Hm…
  5268. >What's next on the menu?
  5269. >"Mmph…hey, Anon…"
  5270. >Luster impatiently paws at your left thigh with her right forehoof.
  5271. >"…we gonna get started on our happily ever after or what?"
  5272. "'Happily ever after?'"
  5273. >You quirk an eyebrow.
  5274. "Thought we were doing a 'happy ending.'"
  5275. >She chuckles, lidding her eyes.
  5276. >"Same thing~"
  5277. >As you ponder on your next line of snark, a thought quickly comes to you:
  5278. >Of course—the happy ending!
  5279. >That should leave her tickled pink in all of the right ways.
  5280. >With a confident smile on your face, you address her:
  5281. "Sounds like a plan."
  5282. >As you stop your scritches, you take another look at your client's countenance.
  5283. >Luster Dawn might look unkempt and smell unwashed, but she's still a highly adorable mare at the end of the day.
  5284. >You wouldn't mind waking up to a face like hers every day.
  5285. >She has glimmering amber eyes;
  5286. >A cute, boopable snout;
  5287. >And lips that just look so soft and smoochable.
  5288. >…
  5289. >Before you know it, you find yourself leaning in towards her face and gently pressing your lips against hers.
  5290. >She puckers up just in time to receive you.
  5291. >*Mm~wah*
  5292. >You soon pull away from your impromptu kiss, hearing her tail happily swish across the bedsheets behind her.
  5293. >"Ehehe~"
  5294. >Despite her impassioned gaze and girlish giggle, you couldn't espy any pink glow within her eyes that time.
  5295. >Perhaps it only shows itself as a milestone of your progress.
  5296. >Which means you better get cracking on her happy ending.
  5297.  
  5298. >Moving your arms away from both her body and back, you address her:
  5299. "Go on and get yourself comfortable."
  5300. >She shoots you a flirty wink.
  5301. >"Right away, masseur~"
  5302. >She promptly flops back onto your bed, splaying out her limbs and sighing dreamily up into the air.
  5303. >Sitting up, you stand by the bed's edge and position yourself in front of her spreadeagle form.
  5304. >Being the professional masseur that you are, you take the opportunity to ogle your client's natural endowments from bottom to top:
  5305. >From her protruding pucker, winking horsepussy, fat crotchboobs, chubby belly, fluffy chest tuft, and very kissable lips…
  5306. >Luster's bounteous body really does leave nothing to the imagination.
  5307. >What a fine slave she'd make.
  5308. >Or a fine wife.
  5309. >Slipping your fingers underneath the hem, you take off your pants, letting them drop to the floor.
  5310. >And after casually kicking your pants to the side, you see Luster laxly lifting her head to look at you.
  5311. >She instantly notices the bulge straining out your boxers.
  5312. >"Mmf~"
  5313. >She lets out a steamy snort of ardent approval—as well as a wet *wink* of mareish anticipation.
  5314. >Not being one to keep your client waiting any longer, you then fully remove your boxers, finally freeing your phallus from its fabricky prison.
  5315. >Your turgid meat quickly springs to action, immediately catching your client's attention.
  5316. >"Ooh~"
  5317. >She leisurely snorfs at the air, taking in your ambient scent, and she licks her lips with a smutty smirk on her face.
  5318. >After twirling your used boxers around your right index finger a few times, you casually toss them to the side—
  5319. >Only for Luster's pinprick eyes to suddenly dart towards your thrown undergarments—her horn sparking up like a flash fire.
  5320. >With the precision of a predator, she magically snaps your undies out of the air and swiftly floats them over to her face.
  5321. >She then hungrily sniffs up the fabric of your unclean boxers, humming to herself with dirty delight.
  5322. >*Sniff sniff SNIIFFFF~*
  5323. >"Mm~"
  5324. >After a few seconds of spirited scent slaking, her eyes lazily drift over to your face—and the inquisitive expression you now currently wear.
  5325. >She flashes you a cheeky grin.
  5326. >"Oh, heh heh, don't mind me~"
  5327. >She flips onto her belly and sensually wiggles her rump your way.
  5328. >"You just focus on giving me that happy ending~"
  5329. >After setting your boxers down on the bedsheets and right in front of her face, she promptly buries her snout straight into your undergarments and takes an indulgently deep whiff of mankind's most primal scents.
  5330. >*Sniff sniff sniiiffffff~*
  5331. >"Ooh yeeaahh~"
  5332. >Her hindlegs spread wide while her tail flags high.
  5333. >She also gives you another wink—a squelchingly soggy one.
  5334.  
  5335. >There's no doubt in your mind: Luster Dawn possesses not a lick of shame within her marely bones.
  5336. >Not that you're complaining, though; this bawdy behaviour of hers is working out to your benefit.
  5337. >With her mind fully focused on smelly, boxer-based matters, she hasn't even considered asking you to remove your shirt—which means that your mind-control collar is still just a swift sleight of hand away.
  5338. >Before you consider collaring her, though, you should first focus on giving her the "happiest ending" possible.
  5339. >And so, lowering yourself down to your knees, you begin an in-depth examination of what you're working with.
  5340. >Your client is currently lying prone on her deliciously chubby tummy—while her fat, wiggling rump is slightly raised up into the air.
  5341. >Your face is positioned mere inches away from said rump, and…
  5342. >…
  5343. >There's no hiding from it—her ass fucking stinks.
  5344. >You've made mental note of her natural stench before, but now that you're up and close with her unwashed mare bits—her "fragrance" is even *more* pervasively pungent.
  5345. >Her slimy snatch smells strongly of earthy hay and sweaty fruit—while her ass smells like ass.
  5346. >It is…overpowering, putting things lightly—the distinctive aroma of a nerdy shut-in mare who barely showers or bathes.
  5347. >But irregardless of her nerdy mare stink, you can't deny that Luster Dawn is a mare well-endowed in many respects.
  5348. >Her generously sized hips are backed by soft, pillowy flanks, giving you plenty of grip-room.
  5349. >Looking underneath her naughty bits and in between her thighs, you can see her ample crotchboobs squished up against your bedsheets; they don't leak any milk at the moment, but you're certain that they could produce enough to feed an army of your foals.
  5350. >Lack of personal hygiene aside, this mare comes pretty damn close to achieving pure physical perfection in pony form.
  5351. >Part of you wonders if she is not some Goddess of Fertility that has descended from the heavens for the sole purpose of becoming your broodmare.
  5352. >In any case, it would be sheer blasphemy to deny this divine dickwarmer any longer—smelly though she may be.
  5353. >First off, you gaze upon her puffy, winking marepussy, which freely drools onto your once-clean sheets; a pungently slimy mess has already pooled between her legs.
  5354. >Above her snatch and past her perineum, you can see her protruding, flexing asshole; the rhythmic contractions it makes are oddly reminiscent of the winks that come from her primary hole below.
  5355. >Both of these obscene orifices manage to entice your loins equally so.
  5356. >However, your instincts instruct you to prioritise the hole most natural to you: the one that shall one day birth your children—your foals.
  5357.  
  5358. >Thus, your decision is all but finalised—that is until you hear a voice echo from within in your mind:
  5359. >'Take the path less travelled, Anonymous. Take the path of Kings.'
  5360. >It is a familiarly alien voice—one with full intent to rear-end your resolve.
  5361. >'The time has come for you to enact righteous vengeance upon that wretched and wrinkled ring.'
  5362. >'Reclaim your pride. Reclaim your honour. Claim her ponut.'
  5363. >'Conquer the ponut, and you conquer the pony's very spirit.'
  5364. >'Take her to Prooobeee Tooowwwn…'
  5365. >…And there he goes again. What a card.
  5366. >However, the words of that fictitious alien strike strangely true with you.
  5367. >Your pride as a man was never able to truly recover after you were forced against Luster's unwashed asshole and humiliated before her two friends.
  5368. >Perhaps it's time for a little puckered payback.
  5369. >Gripping onto Luster's flanks for leverage, you position your face mere inches away from her sweltering sphincter.
  5370. >It coquettishly winks at you, amorously anticipating your next move—taunting you.
  5371. >Moving even closer to her provocative, purplish butthole, you take a tentative sniff.
  5372. >*Sniff*
  5373. >Yep, it smells exactly like sweaty horse ass—unwashed and untamed.
  5374. "N-nng…"
  5375. >The miasmic musk of her stinky taint disgusts you on nearly every single level—and yet it doesn't soften your spear in the slightest.
  5376. >In fact…you want more—a *lot* more.
  5377. >Following your basest of base instincts, you press your nose right up against her ponut and take a greedily *deep* whiff.
  5378. >*Sniiiffffff*
  5379. >Her raw buttstink is even more potently putrid when sniffed straight from the source.
  5380. >Eugh.
  5381. >Yet why does it entice you so?
  5382. >It was only a couple of days ago that this same stench had you vomiting in abject revulsion.
  5383. >What changed?
  5384. >Could a little alien voice in your head have crossed your wires?
  5385. >Or could it be that you've secretly been desiring this all along?
  5386. >Whatever the case may be…
  5387. >*Sniff sniff sniff*
  5388. >You can't get enough of it.
  5389. >"Gee, Anon. You really love my butthole, huh~?"
  5390. >Promptly prying your face away from her pucker, you raise your head and peek over her rump.
  5391. >Luster is flashing you a knowingly toothy smirk from over her withers.
  5392. "U-um."
  5393. >You're the masseur. You're supposed to be in charge here.
  5394. >But when you make eye contact with your client's piercingly smug expression—you can't help but feel totally caught off guard.
  5395. "Th-this is part of your happy ending," you manage to sputter out.
  5396. >"Oh, is it~?"
  5397. "W-well…uh…"
  5398. >Your words abandon you when you need them the most.
  5399. >Those flaky bastards.
  5400.  
  5401. >Luster snorts out a laugh, smirk unbending.
  5402. >"Eheh heh, don't worry. I'm not gonna complain~"
  5403. >She gives her rump another playful wiggle.
  5404. >"Go on, Anon. Enjoy my butt to your heart's content~"
  5405. >She faces away from you and resumes her self-indulgent boxer snorfing.
  5406. >As soon as she takes her scrutinising gaze off of you, you immediately and gleefully go back to huffing up her smelly ponut—burying your nose right into her ring and indulging your basest desires straight from the source.
  5407. >*Sniff sniff sniff~*
  5408. >God, her buttstink manages to smell so *good* and so *bad* at the some time.
  5409. >The contractions of her muscly ring tickle the tip of your nose while directly inundating your nostrils with her deepest scent; it flows throughout your body, both engorging and emboldening you.
  5410. >Driven by animalistic desire, you hungrily loll your drooling tongue out of your mouth, desperate to enrich your sense of taste just as thoroughly as your sense of smell.
  5411. >And so you eagerly lap at her taint, running your taste buds up and down her springy flesh while licking at the underside of her puckered anus.
  5412. "Hff…!"
  5413. >Her unwashed asstaste is just as dirtily delectable as her mareish stink, perfectly blending salty sweat with sour undertones.
  5414. >The tart taste of her taint and the squalid stench of her starfish combine together to produce a piquantly carnal cocktail of the senses.
  5415. >It utterly overwhelms your beastly brain, threatening to leave you hopelessly addicted to Luster's natural buttstink.
  5416. >You *really* can't get enough of it. You want more. You *need* more.
  5417. >Luckily, you have an idea on how to slake your asslust even further.
  5418. >With a strained huff and a lurid *pop,* you yank your nose out of her winking sphincter, leaving the tip of your active sniffer slimily slick with her anal lubrication.
  5419. >You then nudge your face slightly upwards, willingly wedging your nose into the gap between her twitching tail dock and flexing anus.
  5420. >Sniffing up her sweaty star from above, you plant your puckered lips against her pucker and deliver unto it a loud and sloppy *smooch~*
  5421. >"Ooh~!"
  5422. >Luster expresses her audible approval at your literal ass-kissing with a whinny and a snort; she then rocks her rump right into your face while firmly pressing against the back of your head using her magic, further immersing you in her filthy backdoor.
  5423. >"Snff…snff…mmph, yeah…get *right* in there, Anon," she growls out. "*Worship* your mare~"
  5424. >Every single impulse running through your mind is commanding you to worship her foul-smelling posterior with every inch of your being.
  5425. >At this rate, your client is going to turn you into her personal ass-cleaning slave right here in your own bedroom.
  5426. >And yet you cannot bring yourself to fight against this looming fate; instead, you continue to lavish your mare's sweaty butthole with loving smooches, sniffling whiffs, and washing licks.
  5427.  
  5428. >Rolling your drooling tongue all around her rubbery ring, you slowly savour the distinct, eye-watering taste of each sweaty wrinkle that lines her pucker.
  5429. >Each crinkle in her spongy flesh tells a salty story of you belonging to her.
  5430. >Your hands, currently gripping and spreading her cheeks, dutifully knead and grope at her flabby flesh.
  5431. >Parting your lips wider, you take in the entirety of her protruding pucker within your mouth, gently suckling at the knot while moistening it with your saliva-laden tongue.
  5432. >After sufficiently lubricating her sweltering ring with your liquid devotion, you needily prod your tongue at the centre of her star.
  5433. >Now having thoroughly felt your fidelity, her slimy ring accepts your tongue without restraint, yanking you right into her tight rectum with a powerful anal wink.
  5434. >With your tongue deeply buried inside of her filthy core, you passionately and sloppily make out with her anus, hungrily sucking on her ring as you do.
  5435. >"Mmf~!"
  5436. >You desperately French kiss this mare's dirty asshole like it's your destined lover.
  5437. >Wriggling your writhing tongue inside her clenching rectum, you devour her deepest, most rank essence with gusto—wholly accepting her acrid buttstench and bitter asstaste as your two new reasons to live.
  5438. >…
  5439. >You're not sure much longer you spend tastefully tonguing her redolent rectum—it could've been minutes, hours, or even days—but eventually, you feel her whole body suddenly shudder with delight.
  5440. >Luster lets out a throaty whinny as she bucks her hips into your face and maregasms all over your bedsheets, making sure to keep your head magically forced between her sweaty asscrack the entire time.
  5441. >Some of her squashy gushes also splash onto your clothed chest, totally gooping up your nice shirt from the collar down.
  5442. >She also squirts out a few sharply acerbic jets of anal fluid from her frantically winking anus, shooting it up along your tongue and into your mouth; you swallow it all down without a hint of shame or disgust.
  5443.  
  5444. >Once she finally rides out the rest of her butt-based orgasm, she dispels her magical grip on your head and loosens her rectal grip on your tongue.
  5445. >Yanking yourself away from her pulsating ponut, you gasp for air that's devoid of any ass stank.
  5446. "Hah…! Hah…!"
  5447. >Your lungs slowly acclimate to the fortifying feeling of breathing in fresh clean air—comparatively so, anyway; you still happen to be in your squash-scented bedroom with both of your windows shut.
  5448. >Each revitalising breath you take comes with a gleeful squeeze of her plumply filled flanks, making your mare melodically hum with delight in between her own post-coital pants.
  5449. >Gazing down at Luster's freshly lapped rear end, you take a moment to reflect on how your senses were utterly dominated by the fetid funk of her unwashed gooch, turning you into a total ass-fiend for smelly, chubby, nerdy mares.
  5450. >And yet, as you gaze upon it now, watching as her slimy pony asshole winks at you from between her fat cheeks, you feel…you feel…
  5451. >You feel better than ever, actually.
  5452. >Your mind is as clear as a cloudless sky, while your eyes are sharp enough to perceive every star that lines it.
  5453. >'Do you feel it, Anonymous?'
  5454. >There's that voice again.
  5455. >You already know who it is.
  5456. >'Your soul has been reforged within the untamed stench of a mare's ponut, becoming all the more stronger for it.'
  5457. >'With this, you now possess the indomitable will of a true and just King.'
  5458. >'There is nothing left for me to impart upon you. I must return to my home planet posthaste.'
  5459. >'I have but one last request for you, from one alien to another:'
  5460. >'Take her to Prooobeee Tooowwwn…'
  5461. >There he goes again.
  5462. >And once again, his extraterrestrial wisdom finds a way to deeply resonate with you.
  5463. >Especially that part about possessing the will of a "King."
  5464. >Something about that word tickles your psyche in a most stimulating manner.
  5465. >It's a goal—a grand ambition.
  5466. >An empire at your fingertips—and a slew of subjects to serve you.
  5467. >Yes… Being a King would suit you just fine.
  5468. >Your moment of cosmic clarity has brought with it considerable change; it feels as if every submissive streak in your mind has been hammered together and refined into an unbreakable will.
  5469. >Not just that, but all of your senses feel magnitudes sharper; it's almost as if the act of facing down her stink eye has unlocked your third eye.
  5470. >This smelly experience has served to enlighten you in so many different ways.
  5471. >One thing's for damn sure—no more shall a ponut oppress you.
  5472. 'Thanks, Oofoe. You're a real one.'
  5473.  
  5474. >You hear a husky chuckle coming from your client.
  5475. >"Wow, Anon. You really know how to make a mare's butt feel loved~"
  5476. >Looking over Luster's rump, you make eye contact with her smirking gaze.
  5477. >Where her smugness had once made you feel self-conscious, you now feel only self-assurance; thus, a confident expression soon adorns your own features, and you stand straight up, letting your manly meat rest atop her rich rump.
  5478. >Her eyes dart down to your fully erect pecker.
  5479. >"Ooh~"
  5480. >She licks her lips.
  5481. >Sinking your fingers into her full flanks and spreading them apart, you line your dick up with your preferred orifice.
  5482. >"Let me guess—butthole again?"
  5483. >You let out a low, affirmative grunt.
  5484. >She snorts in amusement.
  5485. >"Pfffft, figures~"
  5486. >She faces away from you and lets out a spirited sigh.
  5487. >"Ah, but what's a mare to do when her stallion's such a hopeless butt addict~?"
  5488. >She teasingly wiggles her rump your way, winking at you in different yet equally lewd ways.
  5489. >"Somepony's gotta rein Equestria's only humie in—might as well be me~"
  5490. >You feel your tip pressing up against her sweltering starfish, which is now slick with both spit and sweat.
  5491. >"Go on, Anon."
  5492. >Casting you a sly look from over her withers, she shoots you a confidently playful command:
  5493. >"Pound my ponut~"
  5494. >Resting your knees atop the bed's edge, you slowly slide yourself into her well-lubricated pucker, steadily leaning over her body as you do.
  5495. >"N-nnf…"
  5496. >Her warm butthole gradually stretches itself to accommodate you, yet closely clings to your cock from all ends.
  5497. >Even with all of the various fluids guiding your course, it's a tight fit—a *very* tight fit.
  5498. >But little by little—inch by inch—you are able to slide more and more of your spelunking spear into her slimy rectum.
  5499. >And soon enough, you have yourself completely hilted inside of her tight sweaty ponut, with your sagging balls hanging right in front of her winking marepussy.
  5500. "Mmph…"
  5501. >"Hff~"
  5502. >At this point, you are now fully leaning over Luster's voluptuous body; your head hovers above hers, while your hands grasp the sheets at her sides.
  5503.  
  5504. >Tonguing this mare's anal passage was one thing—going balls deep inside of it is another.
  5505. >Her cavern clenches around you with a strength that could easily crush coal into diamonds; luckily, your Kingly sceptre is proving to be as unbreakable as your will, leaving you free to enjoy this most taboo tunnel at your leisure.
  5506. >And so you gently rock your hips against hers, feeling her rectum possessively tug at your rod as you slowly pump in and out of her ponut.
  5507. >"Ph-phew…"
  5508. >Luster's hindlegs are currently spread wide apart, while her forelegs are folded right in front of her face.
  5509. >Facing forward, she bites her bottom lip with shakily lidded eyes as she attempts to withstand your tender butt sex.
  5510. >"Nnf…hey, Anon…"
  5511. >She slightly tilts her head to the side—not enough to see you, but enough to acknowledge your presence.
  5512. >"How are you…nnf…how are you enjoying my butt?"
  5513. "Wonderful," you grunt.
  5514. >She happily snorts.
  5515. >"Love it when you're honest~"
  5516. >Relishing the slow, steamy sensation of her personally tailored VIP experience, Luster is more than content enough to stay still while you steadily pound her plush ponut.
  5517. >Her anus is clingy in the best possible way, stretching just enough to snugly fit you inside of her depths while also ensuring that you stay fully hilted inside of her at all times, no matter how hard you buck your hips backwards.
  5518. >In between your squelching plaps of this promiscuous pink pony, you can smell the sweaty stench of mareish excitement hanging high in the air; it both utterly invigorates you and fuels your raunchy movements.
  5519. >"Nnf…and…and hey," Luster speaks up again, "while we're…nnf…while we're being honest with each other…"
  5520. >She wiggles her hips into your groin a little bit, and she turns her head onto its side so she can look up at you.
  5521. >"About…nnf…about the last time I was here…"
  5522. >She takes a brief pause, eyes shimmering with solemnity.
  5523. >"I'm real sorry for bullying you back then, Anon."
  5524.  
  5525. >You momentarily stop your movements and arch a curious eyebrow her way.
  5526. "Hm…?"
  5527. >She's sorry? Really truly?
  5528. >That's…well…
  5529. >If she feels genuine regret over her actions on that day, then this revelation may as well be a sledgehammer to your revenging resolve.
  5530. >Truth be told, this chubby unicorn has grown on you in so many ways, and you've come to appreciate her as is she is now.
  5531. >It would be a waste to brainwash a mare who has shown you such a natural aptitude for contrition—especially when considering your past together.
  5532. >And so, clearing your throat, you address her:
  5533. "You…you're sorry, you say?"
  5534. >"Mm." She softly smiles. "I am…"
  5535. >Humming in thought, you idly rub the pockets of your stained shirt with your right hand.
  5536. >Perhaps…perhaps you won't need to collar this mare after all.
  5537. >"…but I hope you can understand that I did it for the right reasons, yeah?"
  5538. >Your brows gradually knit.
  5539. "The 'right' reasons?"
  5540. >"Heh heh, that's right…"
  5541. >Her smile widens, countenance becoming more sultrily confident.
  5542. >With an impartial expression upon your face, you steadily resume the rocking of your hips against hers, gently stretching out her pucker with your pecker.
  5543. >"Nnf…"
  5544. >Huffing happily at your anal affection, she speaks to you with a self-assured smirk.
  5545. >"Back then, I had to…nnf…had to stake my *claim* on you…nnf…y'know? Had to make sure you and everypony else knew…nnf…knew who you belonged to~"
  5546. >She shoots you a wink.
  5547. >"Me, of course~"
  5548. >With a faint hum of her horn, she carefully brings your face down alongside hers.
  5549. >"Anyway, let's bury the hatchet, Anon. Let's start over…"
  5550. >She lovingly nuzzles the left side of your face.
  5551. >"…as hubby and wifey~"
  5552. >She then plants a passionate peck on your left cheek.
  5553. >*Mwah~*
  5554. >Wrapping your arms around her front and hugging her chest, you silently plant a peck of your very own upon her right cheek.
  5555. >Luster takes your reciprocative response as an act of ardent approval—letting out a soft, girlish giggle.
  5556. >"Hehe~! Knew you'd agree~"
  5557. >With your bare body pinning hers against the bedsheets, you boarishly pump your hips into hers and pound her plush ponut ponystyle.
  5558. >"Nnf…ah~"
  5559. "Mmf…"
  5560. >You two of you snort and grunt in the same direction, frequently taking the time to tenderly nuzzle each other cheek to cheek.
  5561. >"I'm real glad you…nnf…real glad you came around, hubby~"
  5562. >The slow and sweaty plaps of her sweltry star can be heard, felt, and smelled.
  5563. >"Goes without saying but…nnf…I'm gonna be moving in with you."
  5564. >Plap. Plap. Plap.
  5565. >"I wanna wake up snuggled next to my…nnf…my humie hubby's warm body every single day~"
  5566. >Plap. Plap. Plap.
  5567. >"We'll need to…nnf…look into getting a bigger house, too—'cause you and me are gonna be…nnf…gonna be making a *lot* of foals together~"
  5568. >Plap. Plap. Plap.
  5569. >"Oh, but don't you worry, hubby. I'll make sure you have *plenty* of time to worship my sweaty ponut~"
  5570. >Plap. Plap. PLAP.
  5571. >"Nnf~!"
  5572.  
  5573. >Luster's whole body suddenly shudders as she launches herself in the throes of another squelching maregasm.
  5574. >She gushes stinky squash soup all over your bed and balls, further marking both your sheets and your body as hers.
  5575. >You pause your plapping to give your "wifey" some much-needed time to recover, taking the opportunity to smooch her cheek in between your loving nuzzles.
  5576. >*Mwah mwah mwah~*
  5577. >"Mm~"
  5578. >After a few recuperating breaths on her part, she poses you a question:
  5579. >"Hah…hah…so…so what do you think, hubby~? What do you think of our happily ever after~?"
  5580. >You hum briefly.
  5581. "It's not bad."
  5582. >You trail your right hand up along her neck and caress the underside of her chin, causing her to purr with delight.
  5583. "And Luster, for what it's worth…"
  5584. >You move your hand away from her chin and trail it upwards towards her forehead.
  5585. "…I'm sorry too."
  5586. >Her brows lightly furrow.
  5587. >"Hm? Sorry? What are you sor—"
  5588. >You suddenly grasp her horn with your right hand.
  5589. >"A-ah!"
  5590. >And you firmly press your left hand against the back of her head.
  5591. >"A-anon, wh-what are you doi—"
  5592. >With a grunt on your part, you force her face into the dirty pair of boxers right in front of her.
  5593. >"—ugh!"
  5594. "Unfortunately for you, I have no intention of becoming your 'hubby.'"
  5595. >You smirk down at her.
  5596. "So I'm afraid you'll just have to settle for being my personal plaything."
  5597. >She grits her teeth.
  5598. >"Grr…y-you…!"
  5599. >She squirms about under your rough pin, and you can feel her horn steadily heating up within your right hand.
  5600. >You respond with swift certainty, throttling your hold around her glowing horn with an uncompromising grip.
  5601. >"Agh—!" she yelps.
  5602. >Your heavy hand completely disrupts her magical flow, causing her entire body to seize up with a painful wince.
  5603. >"Uuugh…"
  5604. "Stay still—else I become a *lot* grippier."
  5605.  
  5606. >"Wh-why…?" she whimpers.
  5607. "Why?"
  5608. >Still feeling the titillatingly tight clench of her carnal cavern, you decide to resume your plushy ponut pounding.
  5609. "Well, revenge is one reason."
  5610. >You let out a dominant huff as you pick up the pace, turning pumping into ploughing—and rocking into ravaging.
  5611. >"G-gkk…! Rev…revenge…? Th-that's why you're—"
  5612. >You force her snout deeper into your strewn boxers, silencing her.
  5613. "Oh, but it's not just that."
  5614. >You savagely slam your hips against hers, stretching out her sphincter with each and every flank-rippling thrust.
  5615. >She weakly moans and shakily snorts into your used undies, feeling great shame at being subjugated in such a humiliating manner—while also being wholly unable to hide the pained pleasure you're forcing upon her.
  5616. "For starters, your idea of a humble domestic life doesn't interest me in the slightest."
  5617. >You arch your back and lift your gaze up to the ceiling with a smile on your face.
  5618. "No, my sights are set far, *far* higher—for I intend to take this land by storm."
  5619. >You look down upon her.
  5620. "But first, I intend to take *you,* Luster."
  5621. >Still forcing her face into your undergarments, you lightly caress the back of her head with your left hand.
  5622. "I shall lay claim to your body—and then, your mind."
  5623. >"Grr…"
  5624. >You can feel her horn heating up again, and thus you once more fiercely seize her horn with your right hand—promptly halting any further magical resistance.
  5625. >"A-agh—!"
  5626. >Works like a charm.
  5627. >Punishing her for her protest, you roughly jackhammer this mare's plump behind, plundering her ponut as you please.
  5628. >"G-guh—!"
  5629. >She stubbornly squirms and writhes underneath your larger human form, desperate the break free of your oppressive pin.
  5630. >However, as a sedentary unicorn who's recovering from both a fresh maregasm and a lingering horngasm—there is little she can do to resist your villainous vigour.
  5631. >The only thing she manages to accomplish is throw your used boxers across the bed with a thrashing flick of her snout.
  5632. >Any incipient incantations she tries to cast are quickly stopped with a firm squeeze of her horn, leaving you completely free to enjoy her helpless form.
  5633. >And despite her sweaty struggles, her pleasantly tight passage clings onto your cock with a possessive fervour; it stretches wherever you thrust, never truly wishing to let you go.
  5634. >Try as she might to defy you—her body has already accepted you as her mate.
  5635.  
  5636. "Hnf…"
  5637. >Luster's subjugated mewls match your dominating grunts as you continue to ruthlessly ravage her plushy butthole.
  5638. >Little by little, her struggling squirms steadily lose their strength as she slowly comes to terms with her hopeless situation.
  5639. >"Uuurgh…" she weakly wails into your bedsheets.
  5640. >Her physiological submission has your sagging nuts heaving and churning with excitement.
  5641. >Sensing your impending climax, you tighten your grip on her horn and teasingly twist your hand around it.
  5642. >"G-gah…!"
  5643. >You let out a deep, throaty sigh—thoroughly enjoying the clenching comfort of this mare's clammy rectum.
  5644. "Once I'm done breaking in your body…"
  5645. >You flash her a confident smirk.
  5646. "…I'll get to work on breaking in your mind."
  5647. >She growls.
  5648. >"J-just you wait till I break free of—"
  5649. >Plap plap plap.
  5650. >"—a-agh!"
  5651. >You swiftly silence her rebuttals with a few more furious plaps of her pliant ponut.
  5652. >Huffing wholeheartedly, your thrusts become more frenetic as you force Luster's face even deeper into your smelly boxers.
  5653. >Taking on an imperious tone, you verbally impose your will unto this physically subjugated mare:
  5654. "Mmph…everything that you are…"
  5655. >All the while, you continue to gyrate the grip of your right hand around her horn, ready to squeeze away any troublesome spells if necessary.
  5656. "…and everything that you ever *will* be…"
  5657. >Her horn emits a throbbing heat—one that forecasts an entirely different kind of magical impulse.
  5658. "…shall solely exist to serve *my* ambitions!"
  5659. >You lean in and give the tip of her horn another quick flick with your tongue.
  5660. >"Nn…!"
  5661. >Then, you completely hilt yourself inside of her sweaty asshole, slapping your overripe orbs against her involuntarily winking marepussy.
  5662. "So submit to my will, Luster!" you grandly command. "Submit—and become my slave!"
  5663. >"H-hah…!"
  5664. >With a guttural grunt, you fire the fattest of nuts right up her rectum, bloating out her colon with your virile man goo.
  5665. >As your glute-clenching climax kicks off, Luster rapidly approaches a spellbinding peak of her own.
  5666. >An animated amber glow quickly engulfs both her throbbing horn and your gripping hand.
  5667. >And with a shuddering whinny, she shoots off her second horngasm of the day, squirting out several goopy jets of marely magic a short distance across your bed.
  5668. >"Hah…! Hah…!"
  5669. >The sweaty stench of sex is soon joined by the sweet smell of fruit as you both blast sticky ropes of equal viscosity.
  5670. >Not one to be outcum, Luster's maregasm also enters the fray of orgasmic delight; her snatch once again splashes your nearby nuts with smelly squash as you pump her rectum full of cum.
  5671. >Squelching sounds and ropey rounds exist abound, stinking up your bedroom with the smutty smells of gunky glee—willing or otherwise.
  5672.  
  5673. >Eventually, you and Luster each bust out the rest of your steamy loads, leaving the both of you lingering in a state of post-coital recovery.
  5674. >If there's one more point that you can score over Luster Dawn—it's that your manly orgasm both started before *and* ended after her mareish horngasm.
  5675. >Humanity wins again, baby.
  5676. >Drawing your hips back, you begin the momentous task of retrieving your softening spear out of Luster's clingy ponut.
  5677. >Whereas before, her sphincter stretched to accommodate your pulsing length—now, it stretches to keep you clenched inside its tight embrace.
  5678. >You pull yourself out far enough that her reddish rectum effectively prolapses itself to continue clasping onto your meat—it is a mildly disconcerting sight, to say the least.
  5679. >But eventually—and with no small amount of effort—you are able to fully pry yourself out of her possessively snug ponut, causing her rectum to springily snap back into place, good as new.
  5680. "Ph-phew…"
  5681. >For a moment there, you thought that you were gonna be stuck hilted inside of her forever.
  5682. >Never underestimate the strength of a mare's ponut.
  5683. >"Uurgh… Gurgh…"
  5684. >Luster incoherently moans and groans into your bedsheets, completely discombobulated from the sensory overload you have delivered upon her.
  5685. >That's your cue to do what you came here for.
  5686. >Taking your right hand away from her fully drained horn, you rummage around the pockets of your squash-stained shirt and soon pull out your enchanted implement:
  5687. >Your very own brainwashing collar—courtesy of one Cozy Glow.
  5688. >It's a black pleather strap inlaid with spherically cut pink gemstones.
  5689. >You need only but place this fashionable item around a unsuspecting mare's neck, and she shall live under your thrall forevermore.
  5690. >It's quite the convenient accessory; however, it's not without its conditional caveats.
  5691. >From what Cozy Glow had told you yesterday—the recipient needs to be relaxed in order for the collar's magic to take hold.
  5692. >While the mare beneath you isn't exactly…"relaxed," per se—it's not like she's in any kind of position to offer meaningful resistance.
  5693. >And with her body *thoroughly* exhausted by the effects of her two-sided orgasm, you're placing all of your chips on your collar seeping its subjugating magic into her tired mind.
  5694. >As things stand now, it's all too easy for you to reach down and…
  5695. >*Click*
  5696. >On goes the collar.
  5697.  
  5698. >"A-ah…!"
  5699. >Feeling a deep sense of disquiet shoot through her body, Luster snaps to action, groggily thrashing from side to side.
  5700. >You readily react to restrain her, using your hands to gently but firmly press her face into the bedsheets while also pushing more of your weight onto her body.
  5701. >Given her horn's currently oversensitive state, you see no further need to grasp her out-of-commission organ.
  5702. "Whoa, easy there…"
  5703. >"What…what did you just do?!" she gasps out. "What did you slip around my neck?!"
  5704. "I just gave you a little gift."
  5705. >Your lips curl into an assured smile.
  5706. "Something to commemorate your newfound servitude."
  5707. >She snarls in defiance.
  5708. >"Grr! I'll never work for a villain like you!"
  5709. >She weakly wriggles.
  5710. >"Especially one who wants to take over Equestria!"
  5711. >She strenuously squirms.
  5712. >"Equestria is my home!"
  5713. >She attempts to jerk her head up—
  5714. >Thankfully, both hands are on deck to keep your eye from being gouged out.
  5715. >"I'm one of its protectors!" she shouts. "I'll never betray my mentor! I'll never betray Princess Twilight!"
  5716. >You arch a bemused eyebrow.
  5717. >Is this mare seriously trying to describe herself to you as some kind of bastion for the forces of good.
  5718. >Luster Dawn—the very same unsavoury unicorn who had forced your face up against her sweaty asshole with a sadistic sneer on her face?
  5719. >Equestria's "Justice League" must really be short-staffed if they're allowing horny rapists like her into their ranks.
  5720. "You know, I don't think you quite understand the situation that you're in."
  5721. >"Oh yeah?!" she spits. "*You're* the one who's gonna be in big trouble!"
  5722. >She fearlessly fidgets under you.
  5723. >"You can't hold me down like this forever! And when I break free—you'll be sorry!"
  5724. >That naive optimism of hers is both cute *and* unexpected.
  5725. >It's almost a shame that you'll have to subjugate it—along with the rest of her heroic will.
  5726. >Still, needs must and all that.
  5727. "Hah, you've got quite the mouth on you."
  5728. >Speaking of mouths…
  5729. >Your eyes drift towards Luster's reddened horn—which is leaking some kind of magical amber goop—and you suddenly find yourself struck with a deep craving for mango juice.
  5730. >"What? Are you scared? Hah! You better be!"
  5731. >She huffs out a snort of puffed-up confidence.
  5732. >"It's like I said: you have *no* idea just how badly you—"
  5733. >Lick lick slurp.
  5734. >"—G-GAH!"
  5735. >Yep. Her horn goop still tastes like delicious mango.
  5736. >God, you love mango.
  5737. "Oh, sorry. Did I hurt you?"
  5738. >You flash her a smirk.
  5739. "Is our spunky little unicorn still feeling a little sensitive up there?"
  5740. >She clenches her teeth.
  5741. >"Y-you despicable—"
  5742. >Lick.
  5743. >"Nngh—!"
  5744.  
  5745. >You let out a cathartic chuckle at the squiggling sight of her climactic convulsions.
  5746. >Her horn has become both blisteringly red and extremely sensitive.
  5747. >It's clear to you that her second horngasm has left her much weaker than the first.
  5748. >Perhaps this is a sign that her magical reserves are all but depleted.
  5749. >And if that is indeed the case…
  5750. >Then she should be utterly powerless to resist the mental pull of your brainwashing collar.
  5751. "Ah, but don't you worry, Luster," you confidently address the pinned mare below you. "I won't have to hold you down for long. You'll become my minion soon enough."
  5752. >She scoffs.
  5753. >"Didn't you hear me? That's never gonna happen! One way or another, I'm gonna break free of your hands and regain my magic!"
  5754. >She twitches with tenacity.
  5755. >"And if you surrender right now, there's a slim chance that your sentence will be—"
  5756. >Lick.
  5757. >"G-gurgh—!"
  5758. "Surrender, you say…?"
  5759. >You let out a deliberate hum, before shaking your head.
  5760. "Nah. Don't think I will."
  5761. >You caress the back of her head with your right hand while keeping her steady with your left.
  5762. "Unfortunately for you, Luster, you don't really get a choice in the matter—you *will* become my slave."
  5763. >"Grr…!"
  5764. "By the way, how are you liking your new accessory?"
  5765. >You run your right thumb across the black pleather of her collar, noting the humming glow of its pink gemstones.
  5766. >The magic must already be taking effect.
  5767. >Looks like you gambled on the right hunch.
  5768. "I had it custom-made, just for you."
  5769. >Not far off from the truth, you reckon.
  5770. >"C-custom…?"
  5771. >You hear her take a shaky breath as her whole body shivers with deep unease.
  5772. >"Wha…what did you put on me…?"
  5773. "It's a magical collar—one that inducts total subservience into its wielder."
  5774. >You take a humming pause.
  5775. "Or so I'm told, anyway."
  5776. >"Where…where did you…"
  5777. >Lick.
  5778. >"A-agh…!"
  5779. "Don't you worry about that."
  5780. >You give her head a few more strokes.
  5781. "You just focus on being a good little slave for me, alright?"
  5782. >"Nng…! No…no…!"
  5783. >She continues to groan and writhe underneath your body, desperate to break free despite the abject futility of it all.
  5784. "And don't bother trying to resist the collar's enchantment; you lack both the mental and magical fortitude to resist its influence."
  5785. >She growls.
  5786. >"Not gonna…not gonna let some *stupid* collar get the best of me…!"
  5787. >She struggles.
  5788. >"I…I won't…!"
  5789. >She wriggles.
  5790. >"I…I-I can't…"
  5791. >She whimpers.
  5792. >"N-no…uugh…"
  5793. >The collar around her neck pulses with pink life, slowly pumping more and more of its subjugating magic into her addled mind.
  5794. >Her physical resistance weakens with each passing second, and casting a spell of her own is very clearly out of the question.
  5795. >It's only a matter of time now.
  5796.  
  5797. >And yet, despite how her body has all but given up on opposing your dominion, you can hear her faintly sobbing into your sheets.
  5798. >It's a sad sound that stabs at your heart.
  5799. >Like you declared to her moments ago: this mare *will* become your slave—that much is certain.
  5800. >…
  5801. >But…you'd like to ease her into her new role, if possible.
  5802. >Sighing to yourself, you use your right hand to gently scritch her right ear—which is currently folded straight back—in an earnest attempt to assuage her anxiety.
  5803. "Just give in, Luster. It'll make things easier for the both of us. And I don't wish to see you suffer."
  5804. >She grunts and attempts to shake your scritching hand off of her ear.
  5805. >"Like you…like you ever cared about how *I* felt!"
  5806. "I do. I care deeply about you. How could I not?"
  5807. >"Tch…as if!"
  5808. "Why do you think I invited you into my parlour? Why do you think I brought you up into my bedroom to give you a happy ending?"
  5809. >"It was all so…so you could get me to lower my guard! Don't try and pretend otherwise!"
  5810. >You shake your head.
  5811. "That's not true."
  5812. >Well, it *kind* of is, but…
  5813. "I wanted to make sure you were feeling good before I collared you, and I wanted to show you some appreciation for everything you've done for me."
  5814. >She scoffs.
  5815. >"So it's just revenge then, huh?! Trying to get back at me for what I did to you a couple days ago!"
  5816. "No, I'm not talking about that."
  5817. >"Huh…?"
  5818. "I'm talking about…"
  5819. >Taking a brief pause, you decide to switch gears:
  5820. "…hey, do you remember the conversation we had earlier, downstairs? About the Magic of Love and how it keeps this city safe?"
  5821. >"Hmph, what about it…?"
  5822. "You mentioned that you had an 'old flame'—someone you wanted to confess your feelings towards, right?"
  5823. >Her writhing motions weaken.
  5824. >"S-so what…?"
  5825. >Her hesitant reaction is a telltale indicator of her innermost turmoil.
  5826. >She knows, but does she know that you know?
  5827. >Time for you to find out:
  5828. "This 'old flame' of yours…"
  5829. >You take another pause, slightly lightening your hold on her head.
  5830. "…it's me, isn't it?"
  5831. >"Wh-wha—?"
  5832. >With your grip on her head marginally lessened, Luster is able to turn her head onto its left side.
  5833. >From there, she looks up at you with a wide amber gaze.
  5834. >"H-how did you…?"
  5835. "Just simple deduction, really."
  5836. >In hindsight, it was pretty obvious.
  5837. >If Luster was pining for a stallion here in the Crystal Empire…
  5838. >Why would she flirt with you so openly?
  5839. >Why would she sexually harass you even *more* openly?
  5840. >And why would she so readily accept your offer of a happy ending?
  5841. >Not to mention all that talk of her making you her "humie hubby" right here in your bedroom.
  5842. >But more than anything else, there is one other reason you believe this mare to hold a brightly lit candle for you.
  5843. "After all," you continue, "you've been crushing on me for a while now, haven't you?"
  5844.  
  5845. >Luster rapidly blinks at you, silently parsing your words with wavering pupils.
  5846. >Her reaction once again confirms your budding suspicions.
  5847. >Using your right hand, you redouble your scritching efforts on her right ear—which is now perked straight up.
  5848. >Time to turn this simple deduction into an educated guess:
  5849. "And you've been feeling this way ever since we first met a year ago, am I right?"
  5850. >It's a far-reaching claim, to be sure, but given the circumstances—it's worth testing these tumultuous waters for what they truly are.
  5851. >If nothing else, your words are serving to both calm her down and settle her into a more agreeable state of mind.
  5852. >"Th-that…y-you…"
  5853. "Yes," you pre-emptively answer her simmering question, "Of course I remember you, Luster. You were the very first pony that I met in this world."
  5854. >You gently run your left hand through her greasy mane.
  5855. "I remember that you helped me find my own two feet when I had absolutely nowhere else to go."
  5856. >You softly smile down upon her.
  5857. "I owe a lot to you and your kindness."
  5858. >"Ung…"
  5859. >She suddenly winces her eyes shut.
  5860. >"But I…But I…"
  5861. "And if it wasn't for you reaching out to me back then," you continue, "God knows where I'd be today."
  5862. >"Mng…"
  5863. >Her head weakly fidgets under your hands, and she soon opens her eyes to look up at you once more.
  5864. >However, you notice something different within her gaze this time.
  5865. >Her puffy eyes now swirl with pervasive pink splotches, turning her amber pools into a bichromatic battlefield.
  5866. >This must be a result of the collar's magic, how curious.
  5867. >Luster's lip quivers.
  5868. >"But you…you didn't recognise me when I was with my friends, so I thought…I-I thought…"
  5869. "That I'd forgotten you?"
  5870. >She gives a slight, solemn nudge of her head.
  5871. "Well, it's true that I didn't recognise you at first," you admit. "But, after the three of you left my parlour, the memories slowly started coming back to me—bits and pieces of those first few weeks I had spent in Equestria."
  5872. >You give her mane another tender stroke.
  5873. "And the wonderful mare who supported me every step of the way."
  5874. >She shakily sighs, pinkish pupils growing to stirred saucers.
  5875. >"A-ah…"
  5876. >Much like her iridescent irises, her pupils have also taken on a distinctly pink colouration.
  5877. >Could this be another effect of the collar?
  5878. >Actually, no. It might not be.
  5879. >You recall how her pupils temporarily changed colour during the times when you had kissed her and when you had handfed her—both highly intimate actions done of your own accord.
  5880. >This is pure conjecture on your part, but…you can't help but wonder if the heartfelt hue of her pupils has something to do with her feelings for you.
  5881. >"But…but wait…" Luster stutters out. "No… This…this can't be right…"
  5882. >She squints her eyes at you.
  5883. >"If you…if you say you care for me…then…then why are you doing this…?"
  5884. >Her brows fearfully furrow.
  5885. >"Why are you trying to control me…?"
  5886.  
  5887. >Her eyes may be pink with imprinted passion, but her hurt expression displays clear distrust.
  5888. >This mare desperately needs a mollification from her soon-to-be Master.
  5889. "Because I need you, Luster."
  5890. >Her furrowed expression falters.
  5891. >"N-need…?"
  5892. >You nod.
  5893. >Seeing no reason to restrain her head any longer, you move your hands down along her neck and give her a soothing shoulder rub.
  5894. >"A-ah…" she sighs out.
  5895. "That's right," you state. "You were the one who reached out to me when I had nothing…"
  5896. >You knead those tensed-up shoulder blades of hers in an attempt to placate her physical woes.
  5897. "…and so I wish for you to be by my side when I take everything."
  5898. >Thankfully, her struggles have completely ceased at this point—yet her body remains ever stiff with stress.
  5899. >Still, you continue to work your hands over her marely muscle, slowly easing her mind into a more malleable state.
  5900. >"H-hah…"
  5901. >You massage her body for several sigh-filled seconds before she speaks up again.
  5902. >"B-but…but what about Equestria…? I-I can't betray it… Can't betray Twilight…"
  5903. >You lightly shake your head.
  5904. "You're not betraying Equestria, Luster—you're improving it."
  5905. >"Im…improve…?"
  5906. "That's right. Under my rightful hand, this land will flourish greater than ever before."
  5907. >You gently turn Luster's body over, flipping her onto her back while still keeping her form pinned under yours.
  5908. >She looks up at you with wide, hazy eyes that now mostly match the colour of her pink coat.
  5909. "Of course," you continue, "you will flourish too; I'll make far better use of your talents than your mentor ever could."
  5910. >You lovingly scritch the underside of her chin with your right hand; she tilts her head upwards while maintaining eye contact with you.
  5911. "So give in to the collar's spell, Luster," you commandingly coo to her, "give in and become my mare."
  5912. >Her lips part.
  5913. >"Y-your mare…"
  5914. >Eyelids flickering, she breathes out an uncertain sigh.
  5915. >"I…I…nngh…"
  5916. >She groans in sudden discomfort, eyes clenching shut.
  5917. >"I-I'm scared, Anon…" she winces. "What…what's going to happen to me…?"
  5918. >Looking down at her collar, you see how it continually pulsates pink light.
  5919. >You're still not entirely sure how the collar's magic works, so you hesitate on your answer.
  5920. >What you *do* know is that you'll find out soon enough—all you have to do is wait.
  5921. >After a few more seconds, Luster opens her eyes—
  5922. >And you note that her irises have now been completely seared pink.
  5923. >She suddenly lets out a panicked gasp as she begins to hyperventilate.
  5924. >"A-anon? Wh-where did you go?!"
  5925. >Her pink pupils desperately dart around the vicinity, unable to focus on you.
  5926. >"A-are you still here? I-I can't see you…"
  5927. >You stroke her neck.
  5928. "I'm right here, Luster."
  5929. >She stops hyperventilating at the sound of your voice, though her breathing rate remains worryingly rapid.
  5930. >"Wh-where are you…? E-everything's turned pink…"
  5931.  
  5932. >You blink a few times, silently dumbfounded.
  5933. >She's gone blind?
  5934. >This is disconcerting.
  5935. >Could it be because she's still resisting the collar's magic?
  5936. >If that's the case, then…perhaps all you need to do is have her willingly welcome this Magic of Submission.
  5937. "Hold on…"
  5938. >Looking over her body, you see her splayed forelegs uncomfortably fidgeting across your bedsheets.
  5939. >You then take up her left forehoof in your right hand, gripping it tightly yet tenderly.
  5940. >"A-ah…!" she gasps.
  5941. "Luster, can you feel my hand around your hoof?"
  5942. >She takes a few deep breaths, steadying her respiratory flow to a more stable rate.
  5943. >"Y-yeah… I…I feel it… Hah…"
  5944. >She needily pushes her hoof against your hand.
  5945. >"P-please don't let go…"
  5946. >You smile at her, even if she cannot see it.
  5947. "Don't worry, I won't."
  5948. >Moving your left hand up to the same hoof that you're holding, you gently stroke her fuzzy pastern with your fingers.
  5949. "I'm not going to abandon you this time, Luster."
  5950. >Stroke stroke stroke.
  5951. "Once you become my mare, I'll make sure that you always remain by my side."
  5952. >Stroke stroke stroke.
  5953. "I'll give you that family you've always wanted, and I'll pamper you every day."
  5954. >Her breath hitches.
  5955. >"You…you mean it…?"
  5956. "I do. I'll make you the happiest mare in Equestria—all you have to do is give in to the collar's spell."
  5957. >"Give…give in…"
  5958. >She chews on your words for a little bit longer as you comfortingly clasp her left forehoof in between both hands.
  5959. >"And…a-and if I give in…you'll be there on the other side?"
  5960. "I will."
  5961. >Her pink pupils waver as she takes a slow, pensive blink.
  5962. >"P-promise…?"
  5963. >You nod.
  5964. "Promise."
  5965. >"Hah…"
  5966. >She sighs, breathing out the last of her misgivings.
  5967. >"O-okay."
  5968. >Her sightless pupils drift over to your general direction, unable to fully focus on you—yet still able to meet your face.
  5969. >"A-anon…if you'll be there for me, then I'll…I'll…"
  5970. >She strains a smile at you.
  5971. >"…I'll give in."
  5972. >She flickers her eyelids shut.
  5973. >Then, she steadily breathes in through her nostrils and out through her mouth.
  5974. >"Hah… Hah…"
  5975. >You watch as that glowing pink collar slowly sinks into her neckflesh, briefly sending ethereal ripples across her coat.
  5976. >"Hah… Gonna be…gonna be Anon's loyal mare… Hah…"
  5977. >Her entire body slightly shudders in magically induced discomfort, while her left forehoof needily wriggles about within your tender two-handed grip.
  5978. >"Hah… I'll…I'll do whatever it takes to help him succeed… Hah…"
  5979. >She takes a particularly deep breath, firmly pressing the frog of her hoof against your palm.
  5980. >"Hah… 'Cause as long as I'm with him…I'm happy…"
  5981. >Her collar disappears into her flesh completely, leaving only an unblemished pink neck behind.
  5982. >Huh. Looks like Cozy wasn't kidding when she said that it "melds with their very being."
  5983. >It took some negotiation on your part, but it seems that you have finally succeeded in getting Luster to calmly accept her submission.
  5984.  
  5985. >"Hff… Hah… Hah…"
  5986. >She slowly opens her eyes.
  5987. >Her irises have reclaimed their natural amber hue; her pupils, however, continue to glow an enduring pink.
  5988. >"Ah…"
  5989. >She quickly makes eye contact with you.
  5990. >"Anon…"
  5991. "Luster? Are you alright?"
  5992. >Her lips curl into a serene smile.
  5993. >"After seeing your handsome face?"
  5994. >She lets out a soft giggle.
  5995. >"Never better~"
  5996. >You take her jovial tranquillity as a sign that you can safely let go of her hoof, and so you gently set her it down by her side.
  5997. "Do you feel any different from before?"
  5998. >"Hm…"
  5999. >She purses her lips as she hums in thought.
  6000. >"…not really. Everything feels about the same."
  6001. >Her eyes lightly widen in realisation.
  6002. >"Oh, actually…"
  6003. >She briefly looks away from you, lightly blushing.
  6004. >"About the, um, stuff you did to me earlier, I'm no longer mad at you for it—if that counts."
  6005. >You blink in surprise.
  6006. "Really? Raping your ass and manhandling your horn—you forgive me for all of that?"
  6007. >She gives you an affirmative nod.
  6008. >"Yeah, 'course I do. After all, you were only doing what you had to so you could make me yours, right?"
  6009. "Well…"
  6010. >Lowering your face down to hers, you lean in and smooch her on the lips.
  6011. >Once again quick on the draw, she puckers up just in time.
  6012. >*Mwah~*
  6013. >After pulling away from her mouth, you smile at her.
  6014. "…I suppose I can't argue with that logic."
  6015. >She chuckles.
  6016. >"Eheh heh, your lips still taste like my butt, Anon~"
  6017. >You arch a concerned eyebrow.
  6018. "You know what your own asshole tastes like?"
  6019. >She raises an eyebrow right back.
  6020. >"Doesn't everypony?"
  6021. >You knit your brows.
  6022. "…Not gonna answer that."
  6023.  
  6024. >…
  6025. >The two of you have now repositioned yourself on your bed.
  6026. >You sit up with your back against the bed's headboard and your legs stretched out in front of you.
  6027. >Luster lies across your lap, body facing upwards and eyes calmly closed; her forelegs are curled up to her chest, with one leg laxly crossing over the other.
  6028. >Your left hand carefully supports the weight of her head from behind, while your right hand comfortably rests upon her soft, chubby belly.
  6029. >You are currently in the process of giving your newly enslaved mare some well-deserved belly rubs for her fully embraced loyalty.
  6030. >"Mm~"
  6031. >She contentedly coos, genially grunts, and happily snorts into the air as you work your masseurly magic across her supple chub.
  6032. >"Ooo~"
  6033. >She might be under your thrall now—but you weren't lying when you said you'd pamper her.
  6034. >The feeling of your fingers steadily sinking into her warm, tender tummy activates your neurons like nothing else.
  6035. >To your right of your body, you can her tail spiritedly batting at your bedsheets, while one of her twitching hindlegs idly kicks at the air.
  6036. >The sounds of her satiation are as a mellifluous melody to your ears.
  6037. >You love to fondle her, and she loves to be fondled—thus, the two of you share a sensually symbiotic relationship.
  6038. >"Haaah~"
  6039. >Letting out a totally satisfied sigh, Luster opens her amber eyes and looks up at you with a wholly pleased smile.
  6040. >Her pupils are still pink, but its unknowable implications do not concern you any more.
  6041. >The two of you simply gaze deep into one another's eyes, finding a mutual comfort within the newly established bond between Master and slave.
  6042. >Whatever the case may be—you know that this mare is *yours* now.
  6043.  
  6044. >Your sociable staring contest is broken by a loud leisurely yawn from Luster.
  6045. >"Aaahn~"
  6046. >She lightly smacks her lips together a few times, before addressing you with lazily lidded eyes:
  6047. >"Mm…hey, Anon…"
  6048. "Yeah?"
  6049. >"Now that I'm your mare—what's our next move?"
  6050. >You purse your lips in thought.
  6051. "Hm…"
  6052. >Your next move?
  6053. >Huh.
  6054. >Honestly, you haven't really given much thought about what comes after.
  6055. "Still working on that one."
  6056. >"Ah, okay."
  6057. >You *do* know what your end goal is—securing the lavish lifestyle of a King.
  6058. >Enslaving the magical prodigy known as Luster Dawn was but your first step towards achieving that grand ambition.
  6059. >Alas, everything between your humble beginnings and that glorious end is a formless slope slick with uncertainty.
  6060. >"Well," Luster speaks up, "if you're planning to usurp the throne…"
  6061. >She proudly puffs up her fluffy chest.
  6062. >"…I could probably take on one of the royal alicorns by myself."
  6063. >You arch an intrigued eyebrow.
  6064. "Oh really?"
  6065. >"Heh heh, yeah~"
  6066. >A magical prodigy, indeed.
  6067. >After a couple of smug seconds, Luster's confident composure swiftly deflates, and her eyes bashfully flit to the side.
  6068. >"…But, uh, we'd be in serious trouble if too many ponies notice us, though."
  6069. "I see…"
  6070. >A direct assault on the Royal Family is bound to turn far too many heads for your liking.
  6071. >Looks like you won't be claiming the crown any time soon.
  6072. >Part of you wonders if you should've taken Cozy's advice and collared the princess instead.
  6073. >After all, if you had a royal slave, you'd have been much better equipped to start living in the lap of luxury.
  6074. >…
  6075. >Still, as you gaze upon the unicorn lying across your lap, you quickly come to another heartfelt realisation:
  6076. >Having a cute chubby mare to fondle whenever you want isn't so bad either.
  6077.  
  6078. "Hey, Luster…"
  6079. >You trail your right hand up her barrel and scritch her neck.
  6080. >"Oooh~" she coos out.
  6081. "…how about we take a rain check on conquering the castle for now?"
  6082. >Her eyes drift over to yours, and she flashes you a carefree grin.
  6083. >"Mm, alright. There's no rush, anyway."
  6084. >She leisurely lifts up her left forehoof and lovingly strokes at your bare chest.
  6085. >"We can spend as much time as we need getting comfy with each other~"
  6086. >She briefly bites her bottom lip.
  6087. >"And maybe…nnf…maybe we can wait until after you've knocked me up a few times—raise a nice little world-conquering army together~"
  6088. >Flashing her a warm smile, you lift up your right hand and caress her raised forehoof.
  6089. "That's not a bad idea."
  6090. >"Hehe~"
  6091. >You move your hand away from her forehoof, and she lets it float back down to her chest.
  6092. "Speaking of 'getting comfy'—we ought to establish our new positions."
  6093. >She flashes you a cheeky grin.
  6094. >"Ponystyle? Or missionary~?"
  6095. >You squint your eyes at her impish expression.
  6096. >Then, you sternly boop her on the snout with a finger.
  6097. >"Oop—"
  6098. "I meant our titles, you horny horse."
  6099. >She snorts out in laughter.
  6100. >"Sorry~"
  6101. >You let out a light sigh, shaking your head.
  6102. "Alright…"
  6103. >You take a brief, yet momentous, pause.
  6104. "…from now on," you address her with pomp, "I shall be your Master—and you shall address me as such, understood?"
  6105. >"Mm…"
  6106. >She takes a deep, bracing breath—and then nods to you.
  6107. >"Got it, Master."
  6108. >You nod back.
  6109. "Then repeat my title to yourself; engrave it onto your tongue—and your very soul."
  6110. >"Mm, alright."
  6111. >She nods again, soon closing her eyes as she chants her mumbling mantra:
  6112. >"Master… Master… Master…"
  6113. >You watch and listen as she obediently orates your epithet to herself.
  6114. >"Master… Master… Master…"
  6115. >A soft smile rests upon her lips, while a sly grin grows upon yours.
  6116. >"Master… Master… Master…"
  6117. >Wishing to support your slave in her submissive endeavours, you furtively trail your right hand down her body.
  6118. >"Master… Master… Master…"
  6119. >Across her chubby belly.
  6120. >"Master… Master…"
  6121. >Through the velvety valley that exists between her fat teats.
  6122. >"Master…"
  6123. >And you lightly pinch her winking clitoris within your thumb and a finger.
  6124. >"Ah—!" she gasps, eyes shooting open.
  6125. >With parted lips, she looks to you with a startled yet intrigued expression.
  6126. >"Master…?"
  6127. "Keep going."
  6128. >Her eyes lid at your gentle tone.
  6129. >"Mm, okay, Master…"
  6130.  
  6131. >She closes her eyes once more.
  6132. >"Master… Master…"
  6133. >And so you playfully pinch her pink pearl once more.
  6134. >"Nnf…! Master~"
  6135. >That's the kind of reaction you love to see.
  6136. >"Master… Mast—"
  6137. >Pinch.
  6138. >"—ooh~! Master~"
  6139. >She lets out a steamily satisfied snort—but you're not done yet, not by a long shot.
  6140. >Gently massaging her fleshy button in between your digits, you deliver delicate pinches, rousing rubs, and soft squeezes—rapturously "rewarding" your slave as she continues to utters your Masterly moniker.
  6141. >It doesn't take much longer until her steady chant becomes a crooning song.
  6142. >"Master~ Master~ Master~"
  6143. >Pinch. Pinch. Squueeeeze.
  6144. >"Mmf~!" she shivers with mareish delight. "Master~ Master~!"
  6145. >Eyes still closed, she lets her mouth hang agape—breathing in her submission as readily as she breathes in air.
  6146. >"Master~! Master~! Master~!"
  6147. >Her belly rapidly rises and falls, yet your nub rubs remain as reliable as ever.
  6148. >"Master~! Master~! Master~!"
  6149. >You press down on that bedewed button of pink pleasure one more time…
  6150. >"Master, I—hhffff~!"
  6151. >Her entire body shudders—
  6152. >"Maaasteeer~!" she suddenly squeals.
  6153. >—and she sprays out several nose-blindingly heady jets of mare juice, jutting her hips up into the air as she squashily stains your bedsheets yet again.
  6154. >You must admit, she certainly never lacks for range on her squirts.
  6155. >After gushing out the last of her goop, she takes a few moments to recuperate with heavy, hearty breaths.
  6156. >All the while, she quietly yet unceasingly reiterates her Masterly mantra to herself:
  6157. >"Master… Hah…hah… Master…"
  6158. >Such a diligent slave. You're proud of her.
  6159. >Luster closes her mouth with a saliva-laden gulp.
  6160. >She then slowly opens her eyes, soon gazing up at you both lovingly and obediently.
  6161. >"Oh, Master~"
  6162. >You move your hand up her body and give her heaving belly a few appreciative pats.
  6163. "Good girl."
  6164. >She lets out a proud, happy snort.
  6165. >"Heh heh~"
  6166. >The two of you enjoy the tranquil afterglow of your latest squashy session.
  6167. >You calmly resume your belly rubs, while she throatily moans and breathily coos at your touch.
  6168. >In the incredibly short time that Luster has spent here, you can't help but notice how your abode has picked up a overbearingly smutty *stench.*
  6169. >To put things plainly, your bedroom now stinks like a pigsty.
  6170. >A sexy, sweaty pigsty.
  6171. >You're okay with this.
  6172.  
  6173. >"So, Master…"
  6174. >Luster looks up at you again.
  6175. >"Now that you're my Master—does that make me your slave?"
  6176. >You hum in consideration.
  6177. "Well…"
  6178. >You absent-mindedly fondle her bellyfat some more before continuing.
  6179. "…that was the initial plan, yes."
  6180. >You eye up the entirety of her slovenly form from head to hindhoof.
  6181. "But now…"
  6182. >You take note of her greasy, messy mane;
  6183. >Her plump, pliant gut;
  6184. >Her fat, bounteous teats;
  6185. >And of course—her slimy, stinky pussy.
  6186. "…when I gaze upon you from up close, I can't help but notice just how utterly *piglike* you really are."
  6187. >The air is still thick with the cloyingly squashy stench of Luster's latest maregasm.
  6188. >You hungrily snort it all up and let out a heated huff.
  6189. "Mmph…not just that—but you also stink like a pig, too."
  6190. >You narrow your eyes at her.
  6191. "Really now…"
  6192. >You firmly squeeze her tummy, causing her to shakily gasp.
  6193. >"O-ooh…!"
  6194. "…you're more swine than equine—and I can hardly call a domesticated animal a slave, can I?"
  6195. >You shoot her a playful grin.
  6196. >She snorts out a giggle.
  6197. >"Heh heh, sorry for being such a fat sow, Master~"
  6198. "Don't be."
  6199. >You lessen your grip on her belly and lightly pat it.
  6200. "Take pride in your piggishness."
  6201. >Then, you rub it.
  6202. "Because from now on: I shall be your Master, and you…"
  6203. >You take a slow, suspenseful pause.
  6204. "…shall be my loyal sow."
  6205. >Her eyes slowly widen, while her nostrils steadily flare out.
  6206. >"Your sow…"
  6207. "Yes. That's right…"
  6208. >You gingerly lift up her head with your left hand, bringing her face closer to yours; you also crane your neck down to close the distance even further.
  6209. >Staring deep into her amber eyes, your noses mere inches apart, you issue her your next command:
  6210. "Now oink for me, sow."
  6211. >Her lips briefly part, taking in your words and carving them into her very soul.
  6212. >Of course, you already know what her answer will be—as does she.
  6213. >You expect nothing less from your sow.
  6214. >When she gives you her response, she does so with a blissful smile upon her face—and a burning fire within her loins.
  6215. >*Oink oink~*
  6216.  
  6217. >The rest of the day is spent getting *truly* acquainted with your new sow.
  6218. >You press body against body—and heart against heart.
  6219. >The more time you spend with your swinely slave, the more your heart comes to resonate with hers—awakening Boarish instincts of your very own.
  6220. >You do not run from these emergent emotions—you instead embrace them wholeheartedly.
  6221. >By the end of it all, the two of you come to understand one another on a deeply primal level.
  6222. >And when the two of you head to bed together to share both body heat and sweet dreams, you don't do it as Master and slave—
  6223. >But as two mated pigs, snuggling up together in their shared pen.
  6224. >It feels natural; it feels right—and you wouldn't have it any other way.
  6225.  
  6226. *** 21 ***
  6227.  
  6228. >You can feel it—a new day is dawning upon you.
  6229. >With that—you believe that'll be the beginning of day eight.
  6230. >Day eight of what, you may ask?
  6231. >Day eight of living with Luster Dawn, naturally.
  6232. >It has now been over a whole week since you had enslaved Luster's mind and claimed her as your sow.
  6233. >The two of you have spent every single one of those days wallowing together in swinely bliss, becoming *intimately* familiar with one another's body.
  6234. >During that time, you have fallen into the very pits of depravity with your sow—and you have emerged out from it as a Masterly Boar.
  6235. >This mare is wholly under your dominion—of that, you have no doubt.
  6236. >Yet you can't help but wonder if she has managed to claim something of yours in turn…
  6237. >*Sniff sniff*
  6238. >Something fuzzy is tickling your nose—in fact, it has been tickling your nose ever since you woke up.
  6239. >You already know what that "something" is—for your body instinctually recognises its familiar, homely scent.
  6240. >Steadily opening your eyes, you come face to face with…a face.
  6241. >It's the sleeping face of a certain cerise-pink mare: Luster Dawn—your mated sow.
  6242. >You lie on your left side, while she lies on her right, and the two of you are comfily tucked under the covers, huddled together as close as can be.
  6243. >Your right arm is wrapped around her body, keeping her close, while your left arm is snaked under the pillow, lightly propping it up from below.
  6244. >Her left foreleg is looped under your right armpit and hangs around your back, tightly clinging on to you; her right foreleg is curled to her chest, and is thus snugly wedged between your body and hers.
  6245. >Her soft snout is firmly pressed up against your manly mug, making sure that her nostrils are aligned with yours.
  6246. >Part of her frizzy orange forelock extends past her face, lightly draping over your cheek and chin.
  6247. >This nose-to-snout slumbering position is one that Luster insisted on; she says sleeping like this helps her feel safe—and as her Boar, you take great pride in ensuring the comfort of your sow whenever possible.
  6248. >Even in the depths of her slumber, she gently sniffles and snorfles at your face, drawing your soothing scent straight into her dreams.
  6249. >You sniff up some of her hay-scented breath in turn, letting it invigorate your senses and rouse your spirit into starting the day in earnest.
  6250.  
  6251. >Bodies softly pressed together, your bare belly breathes against hers, as does hers breathe against yours.
  6252. >The two of you respire in turn with one another, sniffing up each other's scent as readily as you breathe in air.
  6253. >In this proximate position, you can see an enduringly wide smile plastered upon your sow's dreamy countenance.
  6254. >No doubt she's slumbering soundly.
  6255. >Ah, how you wish that you could bask in this serenity and stare at her sleeping face forever…
  6256. >Alas, you bear numerous responsibilities beyond being a bedridden Boar.
  6257. >For you are still Anonymous—and you are still a masseur.
  6258. >Right now, you need to check the time—else you risk getting jumpscared by the alarm clock yet again.
  6259. >Thus, you momentarily take your face away from your snuggly sow, partially dislodging your body from hers in the process.
  6260. >"Nn…"
  6261. >On the left side of your abode, both of your windows are completely covered up by their curtains, stymieing any sunlight.
  6262. >The lack of natural lighting within your bedroom has bestowed your surroundings with a dreamily dim ambience; you find it quite comfy.
  6263. >Turning your gaze over to the right side of the bed, you squint your eyes to examine the alarm clock on the nightstand.
  6264. >The reddish digits displayed on your mechanical siren tell a numerical tale, and that tale is…
  6265. >…
  6266. >Thirty minutes before the bell, it seems.
  6267. >Not bad.
  6268. >"Nn…! Nn…!"
  6269. >Quickly noticing the absence of her mated Boar, your snoozing sow whines and winces with clear distress.
  6270. >Her snout scrunches up, her forehooves paw at your chest, and her writhing body squirms its way towards yours.
  6271. >She soon plants her snout against the left side of your neck and needily noses at your skin, desperate to reclaim the comfort that was so cruelly taken from her.
  6272. >Quietly sighing to yourself, you carefully push her snout away from your neck and turn your body around to face her.
  6273. >"Nn…!"
  6274. "Hey, easy there…" you coo to her.
  6275.  
  6276. >Leaning forward, you gently press your nose against hers once more.
  6277. >She promptly presses back, aggressively sniffing and snorfing all across your face.
  6278. >*Sniff snorf sniff*
  6279. >You tenderly stroke her withers with your right hand while she sniffingly soothes her unconscious anxiety with her beloved Boar's scent.
  6280. "I'm here now, don't worry…"
  6281. >*Sniff sniff*
  6282. "See?"
  6283. >*Sniff*
  6284. >Her panic-stricken features soften.
  6285. >"…Mm~"
  6286. >With a sleepily growing smile on her face, she smoothly slips both of her forehooves behind your head, keeping you firmly locked in place—not that you planned on leaving.
  6287. >*Sniiffff~*
  6288. >She eagerly nuzzles your tender nose with an almost-painful amount of force, happily snorting up your scent as she does.
  6289. >*Sniiffff sniiffff~*
  6290. >And somehow, she manages to accomplish all of this while completely dozed off deep in her own dreamscape.
  6291. >Brainwashed pigs are simply built different, you'd wager.
  6292. >Moving your right hand up her back, you run your fingers through her smooth, voluminous mane—sniffing up her pleasant-smelling scent as you do.
  6293. >During your days together, you've managed to convince Luster to take regular baths.
  6294. >Her added stipulation is that she shares them with you, of course—but she now smells a lot cleaner thanks to your hygienic efforts.
  6295. >Your shared bathtimes have also given you the chance to carefully groom her mane—thus, her horsey hair has now become much silkier.
  6296. >To celebrate such cleanliness, you've had her ditch the red hairband that once tied up the back of her mane into a ponytail.
  6297. >Her follicles now freely flow like a flourishing flame, drooping all the way past her shoulders.
  6298. >Long manes are hot as hell.
  6299. >Against all odds, you have thoroughly tamed this wild and stinky hog—lovingly domesticating her into your sweet-smelling sow.
  6300. >Feels good, man.
  6301.  
  6302. >Still, you can't stay in bed forever.
  6303. >The early bird gets the worm—and ducks out of the muck besides.
  6304. "Hey…" you whisper to Luster, rubbing her withers some more.
  6305. >*Sniiffff~*
  6306. >Every sleepy breath she snorts against your face sends a shudderingly pleasant tingle shooting up your spine.
  6307. >It makes you want to toss everything to the wayside and lie in bed cuddled with your soft sow forever.
  6308. >But you shall persevere.
  6309. "Hey, you."
  6310. >You purposefully pat her back, making her squirm in light discomfort.
  6311. >"Mnrgh…" she groans.
  6312. "Time for you to get up."
  6313. >"Mng…"
  6314. >You pat her a few more times as you forcefully rouse your sow from her slumber.
  6315. "Come on."
  6316. >"Mm…"
  6317. >Her eyes slowly flutter open, and you soon find yourself meeting her loving gaze—those amber eyes dotted by pink pupils.
  6318. >"Ooh…Mast…mm…"
  6319. >She then shamelessly yawns right in front of your face, causing her hot and stinky morning breath to wholly wash over you like a pleasant breeze.
  6320. >"Aahn~"
  6321. >After lightly smacking her lips together a few times, she gives you a quick and sleepy peck on the mouth.
  6322. >*Mwah~*
  6323. >Upon pulling away, she flashes you a lazy grin.
  6324. >"Morning, Master~"
  6325. >Still slightly reeling from the smell of her morning breath, you nonetheless manage to smile back.
  6326. "Good morning, sow."
  6327. >Lessening her hoofgrip on your head, she leisurely lifts her own head to peer past your face and over to the alarm clock.
  6328. >"Huh…"
  6329. >Her brows then knit, and she glances back at you.
  6330. >"…hey, aren't we kinda early today?"
  6331. "We're never too early to start the day off right."
  6332. >"Aw…"
  6333. >She pouts at you; it's really cute.
  6334.  
  6335. "Now come on, we ought to get our morning bathtime in."
  6336. >"Hm?"
  6337. >She blinks a few times, before raising one of her eyebrows.
  6338. >"Hey, wait a minute, Master—aren't you forgetting something?"
  6339. "I am?"
  6340. >She nods with certainty.
  6341. >"Mm-hmm."
  6342. >What could she…?
  6343. >Oh. Of course.
  6344. >Your sow might be a lazy one—but there's no way in Equestria she'd forget *that.*
  6345. >Lightly sighing to yourself, you address her:
  6346. "Our morning rituals, right?"
  6347. >She chuckles.
  6348. >"Yep~!"
  6349. >Tightening her hoofgrip around your head, she continues:
  6350. >"First off…"
  6351. >She blows a kiss your way.
  6352. >"…we gotta make out and share our stinky morning breath~"
  6353. "Mhm."
  6354. >She leans in towards your face.
  6355. >And without wasting any more time—your mouths soon meet, your tongues collide, and your nostrils flare out.
  6356. >You soon find yourself sloppily making out with your sow while sharing hot and smelly morning breath, freely moaning into one another's mouths as you do.
  6357. >Technically, you and her have been sharing breath ever since you both went to sleep—but a refresher can never go amiss.
  6358. >Naturally, she tastes like the hayburger she pigged out on just before she went to bed last night.
  6359. >Your sow might be clean on the outside, but on the inside: she's just as greasy as ever—and you love her for it.
  6360. >Surprisingly, despite her boisterously brazenness—Luster is more than happy to submit to you in the realm of tonsil hockey; her broad horsey tongue, despite being a lot stronger than yours, willingly follows your lead as you lovingly lap at it from a variety of angles.
  6361. >Perhaps it is your unreserved reciprocation which placates her.
  6362.  
  6363. >…
  6364. >You're not sure how long the two of you spend kissing and sniffing each other—but eventually, she lets go of you, and you pull away from her mouth.
  6365. >The both of you take a few gasping breaths to recuperate from your oral affections.
  6366. >Tossing another glance towards the right side of the bed, you decide to check out the alarm clock:
  6367. >Twenty-two minutes left.
  6368. >Not bad.
  6369. >"We're not done yet, Master~"
  6370. >You feel a light magical tug on your right hand; glancing at the appendage in question—you see it being held within an amber aura.
  6371. >Luster is, of course, the source of said magic; looking back to her, you see that she has now rolled onto her back.
  6372. >"Now, as for our second ritual…"
  6373. >Flashing you a sassy smirk, she gently guides your right hand onto her proudly protruding belly.
  6374. >"…your sow needs her morning belly rubs before she can start the day off right~"
  6375. >You furrow your brows at her belligerent behaviour.
  6376. >When you live with a mare like her, the line between Master and slave can feel quite blurred at times.
  6377. >That said, you're not entirely against Luster's pushy personality—otherwise you would've put a stern stop to it long ago.
  6378. >Her swinish comportment has a undeniable charm to it.
  6379. >And so, with a sigh, you answer her:
  6380. "Very well."
  6381. >Her smug smile softens into a grateful grin.
  6382. >"Hehe, thanks, Master~"
  6383. >You give her tummy a tentative feel.
  6384. >Her belly radiates a hungry heat—one that desires the attentive touch of her Boar.
  6385. >And so you promptly fondle her full flab, causing your sow to coo with contentment.
  6386. >As you caress and canoodle her chubby gut, you ponder that supremely supple pudge:
  6387. >You're pretty sure Luster has packed on a few extra pounds since entering into your "captivity."
  6388. >Perhaps it has something to do with all of the takeout meals that you've let her order directly to your parlour.
  6389. >Or maybe it has something to do with all of the times you've spent lovingly hand-feeding her—and then carefully caressing her tender tummy right afterwards.
  6390. >Hm.
  6391.  
  6392. >In any case—you are perfectly okay with this.
  6393. >After all, it just means that there's more of her to love.
  6394. >And you've come to love your sow quite deeply—almost as deeply as how far your wriggling fingers are currently squeezing into her pleasantly plump potbelly.
  6395. >"Ooo~"
  6396. >Her gut genially grumbles under your grabby groper.
  6397. >"Haaah~" she happily sighs up into the air.
  6398. >She lightly wriggles her body into your hand.
  6399. >"You've got her purring, Master~"
  6400. >You arch an amused eyebrow.
  6401. "What are you—a cat?"
  6402. >"Heh, you sure make me feel like one~"
  6403. >You let out a soft chuckle.
  6404. "At this rate, you're gonna become every member of the animal kingdom."
  6405. >She snorts out a laugh.
  6406. >"Eheh heh, maybe~"
  6407. >Both you and Luster calmly close your eyes as you continue to fondly feel up her pudgy paunch.
  6408. >You take her snorty moans and rumbling hums as sure signs of your success.
  6409. >This activity happens to be one that just comes naturally to you—as if you were born to be a Boar who punctually pampers his mated sow.
  6410. >As this morning ritual progresses, your hand steadily becomes more daring, drifting below her navel and rubbing a few of your fingers at the area just above her ample teats.
  6411. >"Hffff…"
  6412. >Opening your eyes, you watch as Luster deeply exhales through her nostrils in response to your diligent massage of her lower abdomen.
  6413. >A sly smile creeps up onto your face.
  6414. "Don't mind me—just waking up that sleepy womb of yours…"
  6415. >She bites her bottom lip.
  6416. >"Nnf…she's already wide awake, Master…"
  6417. >Opening her own eyes, she shoots you a sultry grin.
  6418. >"…and she's wondering where her Boar is~"
  6419. "Is that so…?"
  6420. >You give her fuzzy pelvic region a few playful pats before moving your hand away.
  6421. "I suppose it's time for our third ritual, then?"
  6422. >"Heh, took the words right out of my mouth~"
  6423. >She sits up on her haunches, stretches out her forelimbs, and lets out a indulgently loud yawn.
  6424. >"So, how do ya wanna do it, Master?"
  6425. >You hum in thought.
  6426. "I'm feeling generous today…"
  6427. >You lie back against the bed, resting your head upon the pillow.
  6428. "…so I'll let you be on top."
  6429. >"Ooh~"
  6430. >Using her magic, she quickly throws the duvet off of your bare body, revealing your morning wood—which is fully roused and ready to go.
  6431. >"Mm, my favourite treat~"
  6432. >Licking her lips, she slowly makes to position herself above your thighs.
  6433. >As she does so, you decide to check the clock once more:
  6434. >Twelve minutes left.
  6435. >Getting there…
  6436. >"Hey."
  6437. >You feel an ethereal presence gently cup your chin; it tilts your face back towards Luster.
  6438. >"Forget about the time. I want your eyes right on me, Master~"
  6439. >Luster has now straddled you, and her dripping, winking sowpussy hovers a hair's breadth above your Boarish meat.
  6440. >After she releases her magical grip on your chin, you shoot her a slightly disapproving frown.
  6441. "You're insatiable."
  6442. >She snortily chuckles.
  6443. >"You get what you pay for, eheh~"
  6444.  
  6445. >She steadily grinds her hungry lower lips against your throbbing mast, slathering it up with her swine slime and thoroughly lubricating it for the fun to come.
  6446. >"When you collar a pig like me…nnf…ya gotta be prepared to take care of *all* her needs~"
  6447. >After a good deal of sloppy grinding, she lifts her hips and positions her drooling entrance right above your leaky tip.
  6448. >"And that means whenever you wanna coax her out of her comfy bed on a cold morning like this—you gotta wake her up with the three B's~"
  6449. >Briefly closing her eyes, she deeply inhales through flared nostrils, basking in her own swinish self-confidence.
  6450. >And upon opening her eyes, she heavily exhales through her mouth, sighing out in your direction.
  6451. >Even from this distance, you can still smell her hay-ish scent.
  6452. >"Breath~"
  6453. >Using her magic, she lifts your right hand and rests it upon her hanging paunch.
  6454. >She then guides your fingers further in, firmly pressing your palm into her pudge.
  6455. >"Belly~"
  6456. >Her magic dissipates, yet your squeezing digits continue to linger.
  6457. >"And…"
  6458. >She slowly lowers herself onto you, gradually engulfing your turgid member inside her soppingly swinish depths.
  6459. >"…mmph…"
  6460. >Soon enough, she has your spear completely hilted up to her womb, while her puffy pig lips sloppily smooch up against your groin.
  6461. >"…and breed~"
  6462. >Feeling your entire length pulsing inside of her snug snatch, Luster lets out a proud huff.
  6463. >"Hff… The perfect fit~"
  6464. >She's not wrong; she's not wrong at all.
  6465. >You can feel your spearhead nuzzling right up against her cervix—as if you're the matching key to her moist lock.
  6466. >Letting out a hearty sigh of your own, you rest both your hands upon her fat flanks, making sure to cop a good feel of her fecund form.
  6467. >She chuckles.
  6468. >"Ooh, getting grabby, Master~?"
  6469. >Shooting her a smirk, you give her left flank a light smack, causing her tail to excitedly flick about.
  6470. "How could I not with a body like yours?"
  6471. >"Eheh, fair, fair~"
  6472. >She leans backwards and rests her forelegs by your thighs.
  6473. >"Y'know, I used to think that human penis was made for mare pussy, but now…phew…"
  6474. >Looking down along her own body, she gently rocks her hips back and forth as she slowly yet sensually rides your rod.
  6475. >"…now, I realise that it's us who are made for each other~"
  6476. "Hah…" you sigh, "…yeah."
  6477.  
  6478. >"We're just…nnf…just two mated pigs making piglets together~"
  6479. "Hff…"
  6480. >The two of you freely grunt and snort into the air, making plain your pleasure and devotion towards each other.
  6481. >Your sow's minimalistic hip movements are, in truth, a mere formality of the flesh; her possessively snug hole refuses to let even an inch of your Masterly meat escape her depths—making sure to keep you fully sheathed inside of her at all times.
  6482. >In contrast to her outward indolence, you can feel the warm walls of her carnal canal relentlessly ripple around your member, massaging your throbbing length with a sloppy expertise.
  6483. >Basically, Luster's sweltering snatch is completely capable of squeezing out your fat loads even if she stays totally still.
  6484. >You just can't get enough of it.
  6485. >In fact…at this point, you doubt you could live without it.
  6486. >Going back to your thoughts from earlier—about whether or not Luster managed to claim something of yours in turn—you quickly find yourself struck by a rousing revelation of porcine proportions:
  6487. >While you may have been the one to enslave your sow's mind, her hoglike body has been hard at work in imprinting her piggish pleasures upon your own brain.
  6488. >The snug sensation of her inner walls… The swinely smell of her natural breath… The soothing sound of her throaty oinks…
  6489. >You've come to recognise all of these traits and more as those belonging to your ideal mate.
  6490. >Not just that, but you've also become a hopeless addict to her pulpy pig pussy, having nurtured an innately imperative need to creampie your sow's womb at least three times a day.
  6491. >Given how much of your time and life she's now taken up, it wouldn't be too much of a stretch to say that Luster has made you a slave to her own selfish needs and wants.
  6492. >Addicted though you might be, however—you know that this feeling is entirely mutual.
  6493. >After all, whether it be inside or out, your bodies have come to instinctually recognise each other as life partners—naturally gravitating towards one another whenever possible.
  6494. >Using your right hand, you tighten your grip upon her left flank and firmly feel up that cutie mark of hers—that fecund sun warmly swelling with enigmatic life.
  6495. >"Nnf~"
  6496. >In your bones, you know that this sow shall be a pig who proudly carries your Boarish humanity into the next generation.
  6497. >Luster Dawn shall be the mother of your children—as that is her very destiny.
  6498. >And when that time finally comes, you are going to deeply enjoy pampering your sow while she's fat with a farrow.
  6499.  
  6500. >"Ph-phew…"
  6501. >Luster's entire body shudders as she heaves out a large puff of air.
  6502. >"…just felt my womb drop, eheh~"
  6503. >She flashes you a dopey grin.
  6504. >"That means you're getting close too, right?"
  6505. "Nng, yeah…" you moan.
  6506. >"Knew it~"
  6507. >She chuckles.
  6508. >"That's 'cause our bodies are totally in tune with each other~" She shoots you a wink. "Just another thing I love about you, Master~"
  6509. >She subtly increases her pulpy pace, slavishly sliding her slick lips over your pubey pelvis.
  6510. >"C'mon, let's…nnf…let's cum at the exact same time like usual~"
  6511. >With the way her tunnel tightly clenches around your cock—you're in no position to decline.
  6512. >Filled with both swinish swagger and your Boarish bone, Luster confidently grinds against the root of your rod, eager to call out your climax.
  6513. >"Heh…getting closer~"
  6514. >Your throbbing meat is primed and ready, pulsing tip pointed straight at the cervical entrance to her fertile fields.
  6515. >"J-just about…hah…hah~"
  6516. >You grit your teeth; she bites her lip.
  6517. >The time has cum.
  6518. >"A-and…" she shakily breathes out. "and now—"
  6519. >Seizing the opportunity, you suddenly shoot straight up into a sitting position, clasp both arms around her back, and press your mouth against hers.
  6520. >Her eyes bulge open.
  6521. >"B-buhi?!"
  6522. >She squeals into your mouth, signifying the explosive start of your synchronised orgasm.
  6523. >You hold her shuddering form close to your chest—belly pressed against belly—as you blast ropes upon ropes of Boarish gunk deep inside of her farrow factory.
  6524. >Her limbs quickly wrap around your body in turn, clinging to you with a ferocious fervour.
  6525. >All the while, her sloppily snug sowhole gushes over your groin with goopy glee.
  6526. >"Mmph…! Mmph…!"
  6527. >Closing your eyes, you passionately make out with your sow, swapping spit while you shoot your seed.
  6528. >Freely moaning and grunting into one another's mouths, you hold her tight in your arms, sharing body heat just as easily as you share breath.
  6529. >"Mmph… Mmph…"
  6530. >Undulating together, your bodies work in perfect tandem with one another, churning out virile loads while squeezing out smelly squash—stinking up up the whole bedroom with the heady stench of a fat sow being lovingly bred by her Boar.
  6531. >Guided solely by your pig's potent pheromones, you continue to bloat her fertile womb with your Boarish swimmers, heedless to the world outside of your sweaty embrace—heedless to time itself.
  6532. >"Hff… Hff…"
  6533. >At some point—you're not sure when—the two of you eventually stop cumming, yet your bodies persist in their passionate writhing, lost in the throes of beastly love.
  6534. >You keep your sow's pussy pointedly plugged up as you smooch her and sniff her and lick her and nuzzle her and smooch her and hug her and tongue her and smell her and smooch her and…
  6535. >…
  6536. >This goes on for a good long while.
  6537.  
  6538. >"Ph-phew…"
  6539. >Finally, though, you and Luster manage to pull your tongues away from each other, and you both take a brief moment to catch your breath.
  6540. >Slowly opening your eyes, you greet that ardent amber gaze of hers.
  6541. >"Hah…you surprised me back there, Master."
  6542. >You chuckle as you caress her withers with your right hand.
  6543. "My body was telling me to hold the mother of my piglets close."
  6544. >"Nnf…that right…?"
  6545. >She gently strokes at your back with her right forehoof, mirroring your own caress.
  6546. >"Y'know, the way we're holding each other, it's kinda like…hm…"
  6547. >Trailing off, her eyes drift down your chest.
  6548. >Her lips purse. Her brows furrow.
  6549. >But before you can offer your sow a penny for her thoughts—she suddenly winces her eyes shut in unseen pain.
  6550. >"N-nng…"
  6551. "Luster!" you worriedly whisper.
  6552. >Acting purely on caring instinct, you slide your right hand up her body and gently scritch under her chin.
  6553. "Are you alright?"
  6554. >"Ah…"
  6555. >Her tensed expression softens at your touch.
  6556. >"Y-yeah… I'm good…"
  6557. >Opening her eyes, her gaze flits back up to you.
  6558. >You see a warm smile cross her lips, yet you also catch a glint of…something entering her eyes.
  6559. >Recognition, maybe?
  6560. >Luster lifts her right forehoof and lightly rubs at her left temple.
  6561. >"Head's just feeling a little fuzzy, is all."
  6562. "Fuzzy, huh…"
  6563. >Moving your right hand higher, you rest your fingers atop her forehead.
  6564. >She's warm, though not uncomfortably so.
  6565. >But still…
  6566. "Sounds like you might be suffering from a migraine."
  6567. >"Mhm…maybe…"
  6568. >Tilting your head to the side, you cast a glance towards your favourite alarm clock.
  6569. >Seven minutes.
  6570. >Hm.
  6571. >Turning back to your sow, you address her:
  6572. "Wanna take the day off until you can recover?"
  6573. >Halting her head rubs, she arches a slight eyebrow your way.
  6574. >"For a migraine?"
  6575. "Hey, if my sow's not feeling well…"
  6576. >She chuckles.
  6577. >"Gee, you're such a caring Boar, Master~"
  6578. >She leans in and pecks you on the lips.
  6579. >*Chu~*
  6580. >"Really know how to make a sow feel loved~"
  6581. >Her lips linger on yours, while her right foreleg finds its way around your back once more.
  6582. >"Don't you worry, though; I'll be up and running soon enough."
  6583. >You flash her a half-smile.
  6584. "How reliable of you."
  6585. >"Heh, don't wanna let my Boar down~"
  6586. >Her forelegs tighten their grip around your upper back, while her hindlegs tighten their grip around your waist.
  6587. >These movements serve to give you a firm, fleshy reminder of just how intimately connected you are to your sow.
  6588. >"Still…mmph…mind if we stay like this for a little while longer? It's real comfy…"
  6589. "Sure thing."
  6590. >Lidding her eyes, her lips curl up into an earnestly contented grin.
  6591. >"Thanks…"
  6592. >She nudgingly nuzzles your face, making sure to realign her nostrils with yours.
  6593. >"Hey," she whispers, "let's share some more breath, too. That always helps clear my head…"
  6594. "Mhm…"
  6595.  
  6596. >With her supple snout resting right against your nose, the two of you begin to quietly share breath together.
  6597. >This time, your tongues stay out of the picture, giving you the chance to keenly appreciate the more subtle flavours of your sow's soft body.
  6598. >Such as the way your stalwart sceptre steadily pulses within her swinish walls, refusing to go limp just yet;
  6599. >The way her warm chubby belly pliably squishes against your gut, gently groaning out its goodwill to you—and cordially asking what time's breakfast;
  6600. >Or the way her floofy chest tuft proudly presses up against your torso, informing you of how well-endowed your sow happens to be—even in the strangest of places.
  6601. >Past her chest tuft, you can feel her heartbeat—and you can feel how it goes *ba-dump* *ba-dump* *ba-dump.*
  6602. >It also beats perfectly in tune with yours, a fact you find most peculiar—and most soothing.
  6603. >"Mm…do you feel it, Master? Our heartbeat…"
  6604. "…beating at the same time, right?"
  6605. >"Hehe, yeah~"
  6606. >She gives you a light nuzzle.
  6607. >"We're totally synced up~"
  6608. >It is becoming increasingly difficult to pull your eyes away from hers—those enchanting amber pools dotted with passionate pink pupils.
  6609. >She has you totally entranced, both by her lidded gaze—and the shared heartbeat that exists between you and her:
  6610. >Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
  6611. >"That's the sound of our hearts snuggling up together…telling each other our deepest, darkest secrets~"
  6612. "Yeah…"
  6613. >She's not lying. You really *can* feel her heart honestly beating her innermost sentiments into your own.
  6614. >Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
  6615. >And through her heartbeat, you find yourself learning even more about your sow.
  6616. >Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
  6617. >You learn how Luster quickly developed a one-sided crush on you based purely on your alien appearance.
  6618. >Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
  6619. >You learn how those feelings blossomed into an earnest desire to learn more about you—and maybe even become your special somepony.
  6620. >Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
  6621. >You learn how she came to utterly regret not confessing her affections to you when she had the chance—and how those unspoken feelings began to fester into something far more malignant.
  6622. >Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
  6623. >You learn how the time that you've spent together—lavishing your beloved mare with the utmost care—has healed the gaping pains within her hurting heart, bringing back a sincere smile upon her face.
  6624. >Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
  6625. >And through all of these memories, you come to learn just how deeply your sow has now fallen for you—both body and soul.
  6626. >After a slow blink on your part, you take another peek into those shimmering amber lakes of hers, seeing how they glisten with her heartfelt hopes and dreams for the future.
  6627. >You notice a small stream of emotion trickling down from one of those very lakes—and so you carefully wipe it away with a finger.
  6628. "Luster…" you whisper to her.
  6629. >"Master…h-hah…"
  6630.  
  6631. >Peering straight into your soul with shimmering determination, she speaks to you:
  6632. >"I've long accepted you into my heart…"
  6633. >Taking a deep, drawn out inhale, she softly exhales through her nostrils and into yours.
  6634. >"And now, I wanna be accepted into yours…"
  6635. >You let your lungs be filled with the sweet swinely breath of your sow.
  6636. >"I wanna be your lifelong, heartbound mate…"
  6637. >Her breath carries a comforting vigour with it, revitalising your spent soul.
  6638. >"I wanna be your Alpha Mare…!"
  6639. >Her impassioned emotions flow through you and light a noble fire within your loins.
  6640. >"Mmph~"
  6641. >The both of you breathily sigh in unison as you feel yourself once again rising to action within her depths, making clear your rock-solid appreciation for your ever-loyal pig.
  6642. >"Hey, let's just focus on each other, Master…let our hearts and bodies speak for themselves~"
  6643. "Yeah…" you sigh out.
  6644. >Closing your eyes, you continue to quietly share breath with your sow as you heartily throb inside of her.
  6645. >With the two of you entangled within a deeply intimate lotus sex position, you are connected to Luster Dawn at every conceivable level.
  6646. >You can keenly feel every throb, every clench, every breath—every heartbeat.
  6647. >Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
  6648. >Your hearts resonate with each other, whispering sweet promises and solemn pledges.
  6649. >Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
  6650. >What was it she said earlier? Something about being your Alpha Mare?
  6651. >Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
  6652. >You feel as if acknowledging her as such will mean cementing her as the most important mare in your heart.
  6653. >Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
  6654. >You're not entirely sure what that means, but…something about that just seems wholly *right* to you.
  6655. >Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
  6656. >After all, your bodies have already accepted each other as perfect mates—so why not your hearts, too?
  6657. >"Mmf…can feel it…" she whispers to you.
  6658. >Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
  6659. >"We're about to belong to each other…f-for good…!"
  6660. >Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
  6661. >"I'll give you the world, Anon…! I'll gladly turn Equestria into our personal pigpen…!"
  6662. >Ba-dump Ba-dump Ba-dump.
  6663. >Ba-Dump.
  6664. >"H-heh…! Can't wait to wipe that smug smirk off of…a-ah…!"
  6665. >The both of you suddenly gasp out as your intertwining bodies become a synchronously shuddering mess.
  6666. >Tightening your grip on your sow to a possessive degree, the two of you press your faces even closer together as you ravenously snort up each other's shared vows.
  6667. >It feels like your heart is rising out of your chest to meet hers.
  6668. >Your mind has never been more clear than it has been right now.
  6669. >You know…without a doubt…
  6670. >That your Alpha Mare is—
  6671. >"Beep, beep! Golly, what's happening here?"
  6672. >"G-gah!"
  6673. "Wh-whoa!"
  6674.  
  6675. >Your eyes shoot open, and you quickly direct your sights towards the nightstand.
  6676. >…
  6677. >Your alarm clock is gone.
  6678. >And in its place, a familiar pink pegasus leisurely sits on top of the table surface.
  6679. >She regards the two of you with a cheeky grin.
  6680. >Of course, you recognise this mare well—how could you not?
  6681. "C-cozy—"
  6682. >"Cozy Glow!" Luster barks at said pegasus. "What are *you* doing here?"
  6683. >"Oh, me?" Cozy playfully gestures to herself.
  6684. >After taking a humming pause, she continues:
  6685. >"I just thought I'd check in to see how the two of you were getting along."
  6686. >She's…what? She's checking in?
  6687. >How the hell did she even get in here?
  6688. >The door is shut, and the curtains are closed.
  6689. >Furthermore, as you take the time to examine Cozy, you can't help but notice something *off* about her appearance.
  6690. >A wispy red vapour is emanating off her body and dissipating into the air, making her look like some kind of apparition—either that, or she's evaporating.
  6691. >Also—this may just be your tired eyes playing tricks on you—but her scarlet eyes appear to ominously glow within the general dimness of your bedroom.
  6692. >Luster tightens her grip on you—in more ways than one.
  6693. >"Well, as you can see—we're getting along just fine," she states with a scowl.
  6694. >Luster rests her head against your chest and narrows her eyes at Cozy.
  6695. >"In fact, we're right in the middle of something very important—so you can flock off whenever."
  6696. >Cozy crosses her forehooves around her own chest and shivers.
  6697. >"Brr…! So cold! Come on, Lustie, is that any way to greet your best friend?"
  6698. >Luster scoffs.
  6699. >"Don't make me laugh. Last time I checked, friends don't set friends up to get enslaved—especially not 'best friends.'"
  6700. >Cozy playfully bats a hoof Luster's way.
  6701. >"Aw, you can't *really* be mad at me for that, can you? I mean, look at how well things turned out for you!"
  6702. >"Tch…"
  6703. >With a graceful flutter of her wings, Cozy hops from the nightstand and lands onto the bed's right edge.
  6704. >"Sure, you might have gotten yourself 'enslaved'…"
  6705. >Cozy then slyly slinks along the bed's rectangular perimeter, circling the both of you with a smirk upon her face.
  6706. >"…but *now* you get spend every single day being loving pampered by your exotic stallion of a master~"
  6707. >Having now repositioned herself on the left edge of the bed—right in front of your windows—Cozy titters into her hoof as she looks the two of you over.
  6708. >"Golly, if this is what servitude looks like—" She flutters her eyelids at you. "—then maybe *I* should look into getting indentured~"
  6709. >…Wait. Is she offering?
  6710. >Hm…
  6711.  
  6712. >With a swinishly surly snort, Luster forcefully pries herself off of your penis.
  6713. >Then, she staunchly positions herself to stand between you and Cozy.
  6714. >"Back. Off," Luster growls.
  6715. >Cozy snickers.
  6716. >"Aw, is somepony feeling a little territorial? Is our hog about to go ham~?"
  6717. >"I mean it, Cozy. I'm not in the mood for any of your games."
  6718. >"Oh, but who says I'm playing around?"
  6719. >Straightening her stance, Cozy suddenly flares out her wings, making herself look larger than life.
  6720. >"I'm being well and truly serious right now, Lustie~"
  6721. >"G-grr…"
  6722. >You can practically taste the animosity sparkling in the air; the chill that runs down your spine is only accentuated by the sight of small red sparks flying out from Luster's horn.
  6723. >Whatever's going on—you better put a stop to it before things escalate.
  6724. >The last thing you want is for your bedroom to become a warzone.
  6725. >So you clear your throat and speak up:
  6726. "Um, girls, let's take a moment to calm ourselves down, okay?"
  6727. >That…came out far less commanding than you had hoped.
  6728. >Luster's left ear swivels around in your direction, indicating that she at least heard you.
  6729. >Cozy regards your "command" with a bemused glance and a tilted head.
  6730. >"Master, stay behind me," Luster speaks up without sparing you a glance. "I'll keep you safe."
  6731. >Cozy focuses her smirk on you.
  6732. >"Yeah, 'master,' why don'tcha be a good little piggy and obey your mare, hm~?"
  6733. >You furrow your brows.
  6734. "H-hey…"
  6735. >"Shut your trap, Cozy!" Luster barks. "I didn't mean it like that!"
  6736. >"Oh? Then how *did* you mean it, Lustie?" Cozy asks, turning her smirk on Luster. "Because it sounds to me like you're ordering him around. What's wrong—don't trust Nonny to make his own decisions? To form his own opinions?"
  6737. >"Of course I trust him! And…and Master trusts me as well!"
  6738. >Luster stamps her forehoof into the mattress.
  6739. >"B-because I'm his sow—a-and he's my Boar!"
  6740. >"Reeeaaally? You don't sound too confident about that."
  6741. >Cozy takes one assertive step forward.
  6742. >"Actually, you don't sound confident at all."
  6743. >And then she takes another; Luster's ears fold back ever further with every step her friend takes.
  6744. >"Wonder why that is…" Cozy muses out loud.
  6745. >Cozy strides across your bed, soon stopping right in front of Luster.
  6746. >"…Oh! Could it be…"
  6747. >Cozy leans forward, playfully pressing her snout against Luster's.
  6748. >"…could it be because you know you don't deserve him?"
  6749. >"Cozy…" Luster growls, hackles standing on end.
  6750. >"After all, why *would* you deserve him? You're a coward, Lustie—you're craven~"
  6751. >"I-I'm warning you…you…"
  6752. >"You're a spineless sow, rooting about in the soil for something that doesn't belong to you~"
  6753. >"T-tsk…!"
  6754. >"That's why you're trying to steal Nonny's heart before Flurry can even get a word in edgewise—"
  6755. >"Y-you…!"
  6756. >"—because you know the love they share is far stronger than yours could ever be~"
  6757. >"Th-that's…!"
  6758. >"Shame on you, Lustie. Shame. On. You~"
  6759.  
  6760. >At this point, Luster's pulsing horn has now fully enveloped itself within a sparkling crimson aura.
  6761. >The sight is like nothing you've ever seen before—yet you instinctively know that it brings a bad omen about it.
  6762. >So, finally snapping out of your stupor, you act on the very first impulse that comes to mind:
  6763. >You rest your right hand upon her hackles and rub them in an attempt to appease her anger.
  6764. "Luster, I—"
  6765. >"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Luster shouts.
  6766. >The magic around Luster's horn promptly explodes, pulsing out a blisteringly hot shockwave that sends both you and Cozy flying away from her.
  6767. "Ah!"
  6768. >You careen through the air and off the bed.
  6769. >Your far-flung right arm spearheads your expulsion—and so it is your right arm that suffers first; with a crunching splat, it splinters against the wall, sending searing waves of pain ricochetting throughout your body.
  6770. >The rest of your body swiftly follows suit, bony back smashing against solid crystal foundation.
  6771. >The wall, once a floor, becomes a wall once more; gravity soon sends you crumpling down to the floor, forcing you onto your right side.
  6772. >Everything hurts—especially your arm; it bends behind you and rings out a stinging pain, unwilling to follow your commands.
  6773. >Wouldn't be the first thing to ignore you.
  6774. >"M-master!"
  6775. >You weakly direct your hazy gaze up to the bed.
  6776. >And you see Luster looking down at you from atop the bed's edge, clear panic stricken across her features.
  6777. >"N-no!" she shouts. "I-I didn't…I swear I didn't mean to…!"
  6778. "L-lust—ugh…"
  6779. >A sharp, splitting cough breaks up any further attempts to speak.
  6780. >"Hold on, Master! I…"
  6781. >She holds up a forehoof and attempts to make her way towards you—but is stopped mid-motion.
  6782. >"H-huh?"
  6783. >You have to squint your eyes to see it, but you notice what appears to be a faint pink aura holding her in place.
  6784. >"Wh-what…?" she mutters out. "Wh-why can't I move…?"
  6785. >Cozy—who looks none the worse for wear—tenderly touches down next to Luster's left side; she then genially wraps her right wing over the unicorn's withers.
  6786. >"You can't move because you don't *deserve* to move. Tut, tut, Lustie~"
  6787. >Straining her eyes to the side as best she can, Luster glares at Cozy from the corner of her vision.
  6788. >"Grr… Cozy!" Luster snaps. "What did you do to me?"
  6789. >"Me? I didn't do anything."
  6790. >Cozy's smile is as saccharine as ever.
  6791. >"This is all you."
  6792. >Using her left wing, Cozy playfully tickles the underside of Luster's chin with a feather.
  6793. >"You lost control. You hurt your master. You've proven once and for all that you can't ever be trusted with his heart."
  6794. >"N-no…" Luster whimpers. "I didn't… Th-this isn't me… I didn't hurt Master…"
  6795. >"But you did, Lustie, you did. I know it. Nonny knows it. *You* know it."
  6796. >Breathing out a soft sigh, Cozy whispers into Luster's left ear:
  6797. >"And we're all so *very* disappointed in you~"
  6798. >"U-uuurgh…"
  6799. >With a wailing whimper, Luster's watery eyes flit away in shame, unwilling to look at either of you.
  6800.  
  6801. >With a smirk on her face, Cozy takes her wing away from Luster's chin and raises her feathery appendage high in the air.
  6802. >"Oh well!"
  6803. >In a manner akin to the snapping of two fingers, she snaps two of her primary feathers together.
  6804. >And on cue, your closed curtains throw themselves wide open, revealing the complete lack of any window panes—and a tempestuous crimson sky beyond.
  6805. >The violent roar of rushing wind fills the room, bringing with it a blood red light.
  6806. "Wha…h-huh…?"
  6807. >Why is the sky red?
  6808. >Actually—how can you see the sky at all? Your windows have always pointed into a closed alleyway where the sun doesn't shine.
  6809. >This…this doesn't make any sense. None of this does.
  6810. >You watch as your curtains billow out into this ominous opening, while some of the lighter objects laying around within your bedroom—such as strewn socks and untidied undies—are drawn up and sucked out through the crimson horizon.
  6811. >You, Cozy, and Luster remain rooted in place, yet it feels as if those unnatural skies wish to consume everything else about you.
  6812. >"Better luck next time, Lustie."
  6813. >Giggling to herself, Cozy pats Luster on the withers.
  6814. >"Not that there'll *be* a next time~"
  6815. >Cozy then removes her right wing from Luster's back.
  6816. >And, as if she suddenly had a stabilising weight taken off her body, Luster slowly floats up into the air.
  6817. >"Wha…?" she gasps out. "Wh-what is…?"
  6818. >She steadily drifts towards the nearest window; the pink aura immobilising her body renders her helpless to resist the crimson pull.
  6819. >Cozy cheerily waves Luster off with a wing.
  6820. >"Bye now!"
  6821. >"N-no… Th-this isn't…"
  6822. >Luster's eyes desperately dart to you.
  6823. >"M-master," she whimpers, "I'm…h-help…"
  6824. >You so dearly wish to aid her—to reach out your hand and pull your sow back into your arms—yet you cannot will your crumpled body to move even an inch her way.
  6825. >Instead, all you can do is watch as Luster is pulled out of your home by an unknown force and taken into the deep red.
  6826. >The moment she leaves out the window, the curtains close behind her and swiftly dispel all traces of turmoil within your bedroom.
  6827. >The stormy roars cease, the red light fades—and Luster Dawn is gone.
  6828. >This unwanted tranquillity is one that pricks at your heels and stabs at your heart.
  6829. >You curse your inaction equally as much as you curse the colour red.
  6830. >It's just as well that you find yourself being looked over by puckish pools of pure scarlet.
  6831. >"Golly, Nonny, you look like you've seen better days."
  6832. >A certain pink pegasus gracefully lands in front of you, gazing at your fallen form with a seemingly sympathetic expression.
  6833. >Then, as her eyes drift down along your body, a rosy blush soon adorns her cheeks.
  6834. >"Oh my. It looks like at least *one* part of you is still raring to go~"
  6835. "Ungh…"
  6836.  
  6837. >Cozy Glow…what exactly is her end goal?
  6838. >Why did she give you that collar?
  6839. >Why did she come here?
  6840. >And…most importantly…
  6841. "Wh-where…what did you do to her…?" you manage to wheeze out.
  6842. >Just like last time, Cozy grants you another bemused glance, tilting her head yet again.
  6843. "C-cozy…answer me, please…!"
  6844. >Noticing your strained expression, Cozy titters into her wing.
  6845. >"Gee, Nonny, I get the feeling that you're trying to tell me something important, but…"
  6846. >She lowers her wing and awkwardly simpers at you.
  6847. >"…I have no clue what you're saying—all I can hear from you is this weird grunting noise."
  6848. "Wh-what?"
  6849. >She giggles at your supposed "grunting."
  6850. >"Jeepers, I was just joking earlier—but I guess all of that time you spent with Luster must've ended up turning you into a pig after all, huh?"
  6851. >You're…grunting? Like a pig?
  6852. >Is she fucking with you?
  6853. >Or…have you really been oinking non-stop?
  6854. >At this point, it's hard to tell.
  6855. >Bereft of both answers and aplomb, you resign yourself to simply staring at the closed curtains, which now lie perfectly still.
  6856. >"Hm…"
  6857. >Cozy scrutinises your forlorn expression further, and then follows your line of sight.
  6858. >After staring at the curtains for a few thoughtful seconds, she turns back to you.
  6859. >"Oh, if you're worried about Luster Dawn—don't worry, she'll be okay."
  6860. >Your eyes drift back Cozy's face as she shoots you an impish grin.
  6861. >"She just needs a little extra discipline, that's all."
  6862. >You furrow your brows.
  6863. "Discipline…?"
  6864. >What's going to happen to her?
  6865. >What was the deal with that red magic?
  6866. >What exactly did Cozy mean when she said Luster was trying to "steal" your heart?
  6867. >And for the love of God—will this mare please call for a pony ambulance?
  6868. >These are only a few of the questions burning a hole in your Boarish brain.
  6869. >Alas, Man is often left in the dark when the whole world sees him as nothing but a pig.
  6870. >Your ruminations are cut short by a soft boop to the nose.
  6871. >Soft on the body—sharp on the soul.
  6872. "Ow…"
  6873. >Cozy giggles, retracting her forehoof.
  6874. >"Really, Nonny. If you had just done a better job of keeping your slave in line—none of this would've had to happen."
  6875. >Her chiding tone is like caustic salt on the wounds of your heart.
  6876. >"This is why I said to go for Flurry first—she's much easier to control."
  6877. >While thoughtfully sticking her tongue out from the side of her mouth, she reaches her right wing behind her head and into her curled mane.
  6878. >"And on that note—I have another gift for you!"
  6879. >She pulls something out of her baby-blue ringlets.
  6880. >It looks to be a pink envelope.
  6881. >"Have a look!"
  6882.  
  6883. >Lowering her right wing, she carefully sets her "gift" in front of you, and you manage to direct your tired eyes down to the floor so you can examine it:
  6884. >Yep. It's definitely an envelope.
  6885. >Its covered contents bulge out the pink paper ever so slightly.
  6886. >Also, it's been sealed with a blue love heart.
  6887. >Wait, a blue love heart? Isn't that…
  6888. >"Ta-da!" Cozy cheers, right on cue. "It's a royal invitation! Princess Flurry Heart is expecting you!"
  6889. >Flurry. Yes. You remember her—she was the third mare on that fateful day.
  6890. >"She'll be coming over tomorrow noon," Cozy's distant voice speaks to you.
  6891. "Huh?"
  6892. >Your eyes snap upwards.
  6893. >Cozy is now hovering in front of your right window, forehooves proudly placed on her hips.
  6894. >"Everything you need should be in that little envelope I gave you."
  6895. >She beams at you.
  6896. >"But after having tamed Luster, Flurry should be a cinch for you!"
  6897. "W-wait," you sputter, "I'm still hurt…"
  6898. >Ignoring your pained pleads, she cheerily waves at you with a forehoof.
  6899. >"Good luck!"
  6900. >Then, she slips behind the curtain, disappearing from view.
  6901. >Did she really just—
  6902. >She pops her head back into the room to shoot you a playful wink.
  6903. >"Partner~!"
  6904. >You stare at her as she leaves, closing the curtain behind her.
  6905. >…
  6906. >She did.
  6907. >Bitch just took your sow and left you lying on the floor.
  6908. >Fucking…
  6909. >Urgh.
  6910. >How the hell are you going to collar a princess if you can't even move?
  6911. >Are you ever going to see your sow again?
  6912. >Will this raging erection of yours ever subside?
  6913. >With each passing second, these concerns continue to pile upon your fallen form.
  6914. >Each and every unspoken question weighs heavy on you, dragging you down deeper and deeper in the very earth.
  6915. >…
  6916. >That's not a metaphor. You are literally sinking into the floor.
  6917. >Or perhaps melting.
  6918. >It feels…goopy.
  6919. "Ah…"
  6920. >Bit by bit, more and more of your vision is gradually taken up by an all-encompassing pink.
  6921. >You are powerless to resist its pull.
  6922. >Perhaps you should feel terrified.
  6923. >But it's also warm—so very warm.
  6924. >And soft.
  6925. >Like sinking into a bed of feathers.
  6926. >A blessed comfort in contrast to the cold emptiness of your bedroom.
  6927. >Your vision dims as you feel your body steadily shutting down.
  6928. >Before long, your eyes shut on their own, and you greet the abyss with a weary calm.
  6929. >If this is how it ends, then you don't mind it.
  6930. >Sorry, Flurry.
  6931. >It looks like that massage will have to…
  6932. >…
  6933.  
  6934. *** END OF PART 2 ***
  6935.  
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