St. Celestia's Church of Fertile Seeds -- 01


                                            >St. Celestia's Church of Fertile Seeds.

                                            >Home...

                                            >You try to look dignified, but you can't help it.

                                            >A small smile creases the corners of your mouth as a pair of uniformed traffic sluts wave your taxi through past the checkpoint.

                                            >The driver, a woman dressed in a stereotypical chauffeur's garb, glances back at you and smirks.

                                            >"Ah, is something pleasing you, pretty thing?"

                                            >You blush and fidget with your bracelets.

                                            "Yes. It's been a long trip away from home."

                                            >"I see."

                                            >The driver adjusts the rearview mirror, taking a second look at you with a pair of hungry eyes.

                                            >You keep your knees apart just enough to give her a glimpse of your blue-and-white striped panties.

                                            >She takes the bait and looks at you right where you want her to.

                                            >"U-unf... A pretty thing like you, away all by yourself? For how long?"

                                            "Six months and twelve days. I was sent on an errand by my superior slut."

                                            >"Ahh. That's... That's nice. Really nice."

                                            >Her eyes are glued to the lewd depths between your legs.

                                            >You smile and coyly shake your breasts for her to enjoy.

                                            >She blushes and looks away, focusing on driving once more.


                                            >The taxi leans left and right as the driver follows the winding path into the massive Church compound.

                                            >You see sluts in various states of dress (or undress) walking about the compound.

                                            >You see the slut regalia of some high-ranking members here and there...

                                            >Dark specks of Slut Inquisitors and their black latex uniforms...

                                            >O-oh!

                                            >There's Cadance and Gleaming behind the bush, kneeling together and sucking off a gardening stud.

                                            >There's another stud watching and stroking his erect cock.

                                            >Your hand wanders underneath the hem of your skirt, drawing circles over the bottom of your panties.

                                            >You wonder what it's like to be Gleaming and Cadance, taking a cock together like that...

                                            >Wait.

                                            >Why are you like this?

                                            >You're a slut and all, but you don't get *this* horny just from watching lewd acts...


                                            >The driver glances at you in the mirror and darts her eyes toward whatever you're looking at.

                                            >Her eyes widen as she catches Gleaming and Cadance in the act just in time for the stud to spray their pretty faces with cum.

                                            >She blushes furiously.

                                            >"That... That's definitely something," she says, looking flushed. "Wow. Whew! I mean, I know this is a slut church and all, but..."

                                            "Yes, Ahh~ We're very forward about what we want sexually..."

                                            >You moan as you imagine your mouth sharing that cock with Cadance and Gleaming.

                                            >No! Something's...

                                            >Something's not right with you...

                                            >Your hands wander down lower, spreading your legs wide, and stroking your panty-clad nethers.

                                            >"Holy shit, and you... you're okay with just casually doing *that* here? With me watching?"

                                            >You giggle and wink at the mirror.

                                            "I-I don't mind~"

                                            >Yes you do mind!

                                            >Something vile and unholy is afoot here.

                                            >Gosh, why are you so horny all the sudden?

                                            >"Holy shit," the driver mutters in disbelief. "Holy shit..."

                                            >You see her hands tremble on the wheel.

                                            >She's breathing heavily.

                                            >You see one of her gloved hands leaving the wheel.

                                            >She bites the tip of the middle finger, peeling off the white glove from her surprisingly dainty hand.

                                            >The driver's seat creaks as she juts her hips forward briefly before sitting back down.

                                            >You see her shoulder rocking back and forth slowly.

                                            >Is she fingering herself?

                                            >"Wh-what's your name, if you don't mind me asking?"


                                            Choose one:


                                            >Moondancer -- An acolyte of St. Celestia's Church of Fertile Seeds. Foreign relations intern at Whores of Celestia. Graduating to full sluthood soon.

                                            >Twilight Sparkle -- High Priestess Twilight, Turboslut of the Church and All That Is Slutty. A personal student of Celestia herself.

                                            >Fluttershy -- Newly transitioned slut from the Feminization Bureau. Assistant archivist for records, paperwork, and an occasional courier. ([spoiler]trap path[/spoiler])


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                                            It seems like Moondancer wins by an overwhelming margin!


                                            Now, one more thing to decide on before we move onto lewd shenanigans. Is she a shy acolyte still unsure about becoming a slut, or is she comfortable with her body and her sexuality?


                                            This choice will only affect her dialogue. It won't affect the outcome of the choices you make.


                                            >[Shy] -- Moonie will do the lewdy if she's in the mood, but getting in the mood is difficult for her sometimes. Deep inside, she secretly likes being pushed to do lewd things.

                                            >[Confident] -- Moonie knows she's lewdy and is always in the mood to do it. She likes being pushed to do lewd things and makes it known to everyone.


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                                            Confident wins.


                                            "I am Moondancer. Acolyte senior and an intern at Whores of Celestia..."

                                            >You stifle a moan as you feel yourself getting wetter in your panties.

                                            "...and I'm graduating soon to become-- ahh! Become a slut!"

                                            >You prop up one leg on the seat as you slip the bottom of your panties aside.

                                            >Gosh, what's gotten into you??

                                            >The driver's shoulder moves faster now

                                            >"Moondancer, huh? That's a r-really pretty na-a-a-a-ame~"

                                            >The driver shudders in a mini orgasm.

                                            >"Ohhh--!"

                                            >All the haze in your vision evaporates as you see a brick wall dead ahead.

                                            "LOOK OUT!"

                                            >"Shit!"

                                            >The taxi screeches into a full stop, mere inches away from hitting the wall proper.

                                            >You faceplant against the headrest in front of you and bounce back into the rear seat.

                                            >You hear your heart thumping in your ears.

                                            >"What in the world-- I'm so sorry, kid. I'm not usually like this... MMf~"

                                            >The driver thrusts her hips forward as she rubs herself harder.

                                            >The chauffeur's hat adorning her head falls off as a bundle of rainbow-colored hair erupts and curtains outward from her head.

                                            >Her cerulean eyes nearly lose their color as her pupils dilate like she's on drugs.

                                            >"What... What is wrong with me?? I'm so horny!"

                                            >She lets go of the brake as she fixates entirely on rubbing herself off to another orgasm.

                                            >You hastily bend forward and pull on the parking brake.

                                            >The act of bending over sends a jolt of thrill down your spine, making you clench your pussy involuntarily.

                                            >No... This can't be right.

                                            >Even a lowly acolyte has full control over her vaginal muscles, except in the throes of orgasm.

                                            >This sensation... It must be the act of some foul magic!

                                            >You gather your wits and fix your wardrobe before uttering a brief prayer asking for the Goddess's strength.

                                            >Fighting the urge to shove your hands down your panties, you barely manage to pull yourself out of the cab, stumble around it on wobbly legs, and manage to pull the driver out.

                                            >She's moaning and panting as you lay her gently on the grass.

                                            >The front of her nicely pressed pants are darkened with her juices.

                                            >You *really* fight the urge to strip her naked and dive in.

                                            "Please, miss, fight the urge! We have to... have to..."

                                            >The world spins all around you.

                                            "Must... get to the... infirmary..."

                                            >You fall on your ass next to the driver.

                                            >Her face is covered in her strikingly pretty rainbow hair.

                                            >You push some of it aside to help her breathe.

                                            >She's drooling and convulsing as she orgasms again.

                                            >"G-guk...."


                                            >The ground tilts and falls further away from you as a strong pair of hands lift you up back on your feet.

                                            >They feel nice, steadying you against a pair of nice and soft pillows...

                                            >You turn your head up and see a flustered but familiar face.

                                            "A-Arch Inquisitor Shimmer?"

                                            >She nods, breathing heavily, her face just as red as her hair.

                                            >"Acolyte," she says, her voice trembling a little. "Are you alright?"

                                            >You nod, accidentally rubbing your face against the exposed part of her corset-clad breasts.

                                            >She lets out a hiss as she bites her lip.

                                            >"D-don't do that! Don't test my self-control. Not now."

                                            >You say nothing, but your eyes go wide.

                                            >The inquisitor steadies her breath before speaking again, consciously holding you out a little as to not have her exposed flesh rub against you.

                                            >"There's been a security breach," she says, gritting her teeth. "One of Chrysalis's damned whores managed to sneak their way in and smashed a flask near the palace."

                                            "An alchemy attack?"

                                            >Sunset nods.

                                            >"A horny bomb. Most of the leadership weren't anywhere near the palace grounds, but it's a windy day. The profane miasma is spreading unpredictably. We think some areas of the church compound have been... extremely affected by the blast."

                                            >Your mind darts back to a few minutes back.

                                            >Cadance and Gleaming...

                                            "Who's affected? Do we know?"

                                            >"We don't know," says Sunset, shaking her head. "We're rounding up everyone to separate rally points. If they don't show up, then they're probably affected."

                                            >"Uuuuooooaaaaahhhh....."

                                            >You and Sunset turn your gaze to where the groan came from, right where the rainbow-haired chauffeur is laying down.

                                            >She's still writhing and touching herself.

                                            >And, uh, when did she take off her clothes?

                                            >Sunset shakes her head in pity as the chauffeur climaxes once more, spasming and foaming at the mouth.

                                            >"Poor soul," Sunset briefly crosses her tits and navel. "She's going to either wake up with a killer headache, or as a deranged nympho. May the Goddess help her recover."


                                            What now?


                                            >[Kindness] -- "But inquisitor, she's an innocent bystander! There must be something we can do for her."

                                            >[Leadership] -- We've wasted enough time. Ask the slutty inquisitor what you can do to help.

                                            >[Obedience] -- Drag this convulsing chauffeur with you to the nearest rally point, somehow.

                                            >[write-in]


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                                            [Leadership]


                                            >You look at the rainbow-haired chauffeur as she squirts whatever fluids she has left over in another orgasm.

                                            >"There's nothing we can do," Sunset says, sighing with pity. "The antidote only works on those blessed by the Goddess. This girl's gonna have to ride it out to completion."

                                            "I had no idea it'd affect non-sluts this much..."

                                            >"Of course it does. We're blessed by the Goddess's holy aura. Making us resistant to profane alchemical magic--"

                                            >Sunset stops mid-sentence and sways as her knees give out beneath her.

                                            "Arch Inquisitor!"

                                            >You blush as you see a faint drool of Sunset's arousal dripping down from under her latex miniskirt.

                                            >You feel yourself getting light-headed too at the sight.

                                            >Your panties feel moist with arousal, making you shudder as a light breeze cools it.

                                            >"B-but it can only do so much. You must get to the rally point, quickly."

                                            >You steady the horny inquisitor.

                                            >She's a head taller than you even without her combat whoreheels (she's in her standard patrol red-sole heels) and you have to hug her to prop her up.

                                            >You try not to touch her uncovered flesh lest the two of you succumb to the horny as well.

                                            "Let me help. Tell me what to do."

                                            >The inquisitor takes labored breaths, nearly spilling out her tits over the half-cup latex corset.

                                            >"The... The infirmary," she mutters. "It's defended against ABRN*. Go there and summon the MILF ambulance here. Then, find Inquisitor Glimmer. She's guarding the place and could use your help. I'll be waiting here with your friend."


                                            (* Alchemical, Biological, Roofiological, Nuclear)


                                            "No, please get up. You can make it! The Church needs you."

                                            >"I'm... I'm far too horny now," Sunset says, gasping and moaning. "I'm no use to Celestia like this. If I walk another foot in these heels, I might collapse and cum."

                                            >Sunset sinks down onto her butt next to the still-masturbating chauffeur.

                                            >Her latex skirt isn't long enough to cover her butt as she sits, and you try not to peek up her skirt.

                                            >...Okay, you stare just long enough to see her glistering latex thong underneath.

                                            >It's totally wet with her juices.

                                            >"Once you're done staring up my skirt, get moving."

                                            >Your face burns as you blush furiously.

                                            "I-I wasn't...."

                                            >The slut inquisitor smirks.

                                            >"I don't know if it's the horny bomb doing the talking, but once we're done with this mess, I'll let you stare all you want."

                                            >As to emphasize her point, Sunset spreads her legs apart, giving you a nice look at her crotch.

                                            >The latex thong hugs her pussy tightly, leaving all the bumps and crevices visible in the sunlight.

                                            >You see the contours move as she moans, no doubt losing control over her own pussy.

                                            >You gulp.

                                            "Y-yes, Arch Inquisitor."

                                            >"Remember, MILF ambulance first, then-- aah~! Then link up with Glimmer. Go before I pin you down and ride that pretty mouth of yours!"


                                            x x x


                                            >You stumble and shuffle your way up the marbled walkway towards the MILF complex.

                                            >The infirmary is within sight, its stripper club neon sign alight and buzzing.

                                            >It switches between two silhouettes: a woman bent over, then a penis shooting neon-blue cum droplets.

                                            >You see a row of latex-clad inquisitors guarding the front entrance, each wielding a whip or a tasing baton.

                                            >Thank Celestia! They're safe...

                                            >You approach the infirmary, breathing raggedly and looking like a bitch in heat.

                                            >The one with the purple and teal hair -- Inquisitor Glimmer? -- notices you and shouts: "HALT!"

                                            >You freeze in your tracks.

                                            >Even though her voice is muffled by a severe looking gas mask, you feel your body compelled to obey her command.

                                            >Gosh! What a commanding voice...

                                            >"You, acolyte! The infirmary is off limits unless you're injured. Proceed to the nearest rally point, or we'll force you to."

                                            "Sh-Shimmer sent me! Arch Inquisitor Shimmer! She and a civilian have come down with the horny and needs a MILF ambulance immediately."

                                            >"Likely story," Starlight huffs. "You could be under the horny and trying to lure some MILFs to have your way with them, for all I know. Maybe you're a spy working with the enemy. I disallow this."

                                            "Please! You have to believe me. Arch Inquisitor needs help right away!"

                                            >Inquisitor Glimmer frowns at you, then squeezes at the choker microphone around her neck.

                                            >"Commissar to Firebird."

                                            >Silence.

                                            >"Commissar to Firebird, please respond."

                                            >Silence.

                                            >Oh no, Sunset must've passed out.

                                            >Or worse, disrobing herself and doing what that chauffeur was doing...

                                            >"This is bad," mutters Glimmer. "You, and you, with me."

                                            >Inquisitor Glimmer approaches you with her whip drawn, flanked by two masked inquisitors.

                                            >Her whoreheel combat boots clack on the marble floor as her long, slender legs, covered entirely in latex bodysuit, strut like scissors.

                                            >"You, acolyte. Where did you last see the Arch Inquisitor? What have you done to her?"

                                            >Your eyes go wide at her accusation.

                                            "M-me? I did nothing! I just arrived back from my errands and she helped me."

                                            >Glimmer growls, cracking her whip.

                                            "You have to believe me, she needs help!"

                                            >"Believe you? You look like you just came back from an orgy," she huffs. "Your makeup's running, acolyte. Could it have something to do with what happened to the Arch Inquisitor? Did you edge her to unconsciousness like one of those Dishonored Whores?"

                                            >Glimmer keeps closing the distance with you.

                                            >You hear her breaths hissing through the gas mask.


                                            >What do you do?


                                            >You can't beat a slut like her, but you're nimble. Run past her and make it to the infirmary at any cost!

                                            >"Sluts don't hurt other sluts," so says Celestia. She may whip you if she wants, but you won't fight back! Attacking her would only prove her point.

                                            >(write-in)


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                                            >Stare her down and threaten to report this incident to shimmer when this is over. This reckless display of bad faith is unbecoming of an inquisitor of her rank. If she whips you she's taking a risk.

                                            >im all for “sluts don’t hurt sluts”

                                            Combining these two.


                                            >Inquisitor Glimmer cracks her whip, drawing a snaking arc midair.

                                            >She swings it down, bringing the painful ordeal over your head, about to strike you.

                                            >You clench your eyes shut and blurt out one of Celestia's lectures.

                                            "Sluts don't hurt sluts! So says Celestia."

                                            >In an expert motion, Starlight barely misses shoulder by an inch, bounces it on the marble floor, and arcs the flexible weapon back into her hand.

                                            >"So says Celestia," she replies, then continues, "but you're just an acolyte. Besides, how can I be sure that you're not with the enemy?"

                                            >You grit your teeth and open your eyes, finding yourself unharmed.

                                            >A bit of anger surges into your chest, putting force behind your words.

                                            "You don't. But this won't be the first time you've made a mistake like this. Isn't that right, Inquisitor Glimmer?"

                                            >Starlight recoils like you just struck her.

                                            >"Why you little..." She hisses behind the gas mask.

                                            "What if I'm actually an acolyte of the Church, one of Celestia's own?" You press on. "What would Arch Inquisitor Shimmer say, if you whipped one of your own... again?"

                                            >Starlight stares daggers at you, gripping at her folded whip.

                                            >Her knuckles are white.

                                            "I know my history, Inquisitor. I'm a studious acolyte."

                                            >"Yes, I can tell," she replies, venom in her voice. "So, let's suppose that you are indeed one of our own. What do you want me to do?"

                                            "Help me," you say earnestly. "Sunset needs help. She needs MILFs' help."

                                            >Starlight's latex-clad shoulders tremble.

                                            >"Hmph!"

                                            >She lets out an indignant huff as she steps aside.

                                            >"Proceed, "acolyte." But I'm watching you the whole way. One funny move, and I'll whip you to shreds."

                                            >She turns to one of the inquisitors flanking her.

                                            >"You. On me. The rest of you, guard this infirmary with your lives."

                                            >The inquisitors stand at attention and salute, which involves slapping their leotard-clad asses in a synchronized *clap*.

                                            >You take a nervous step towards the infirmary, feeling Starlight staring daggers at the back of your head.

                                            >Sheesh, what a stuck-up slut...


                                            x x x


                                            >It takes a few seconds of back-and-forth between you and Nurse Redheart before she authorizes the MILF ambulance dispatch.

                                            >At Starlight's insistence, you, the stuck-up inquisitor, and her silent lackey ride along in the ambulance as it speeds down the marbled walkway.

                                            >The back of the ambulance is crammed with bodies as three more MILFs climb aboard, each holding a heavy duffel bag of gas masks and other medical stuff that you don't recognize.

                                            >"Arch Inquisitor was by the guest center?" Redheart asks as she steers to avoid a garbage bin. "Last I heard on the radio, she was helping with evacuations near the palace grounds."

                                            >"Yes, right near the initial alchemical bombing attack," Starlight interrupts. "It is suspicious that she'd end up near the guest center, helping a nobody acolyte like this one."

                                            "Hey, I don't know why either," you protest. "Look, I was almost flattened against the wall while riding a cab, she sent me to get help, that's all I know!"


                                            >Thankfully, it takes no time for the familiar sight of stalled taxi to come into view, silencing any further quips from Starlight.

                                            >You see the dark, sprawled speck of Sunset laying on the grass, next to a rainbow-haired naked mess of a chauffeur.

                                            >"There she is," Starlight points, her eyes glinting with purpose. "Don't worry Sunny, I'm coming for you..."

                                            >Huh?

                                            >Sunny?

                                            >Redheart maneuvers the ambulance close to the taxi and brings it to a halt.

                                            >The MILFs don their gas masks in unison and burst out of the ambulance with practiced ease.

                                            >You fumble with your mask before strapping it on, and follow Starlight as she dismounts the vehicle.

                                            >Redheart and another MILF hurries over to Sunset, while the other pair of MILFs kneel and strap a mask over the chauffeur's face.

                                            >"Come on Sunny, come on," Starlight says, crouched over Sunset's seemingly lifeless body.

                                            >Redheart jabs at Sunset's neck with an injector as the other MILF straps a mask over Sunset's face.

                                            >"She's going to be okay," Redheart says, twisting open a vial of glittery stuff and spraying it over Sunset's chest. "She's been exposed to a lot of the horny miasma, but she's a strong slut."

                                            >You move out of the way as the other two MILFs cart the unresponsive chauffeur on a stretcher.

                                            >"This one's a layslut. The antidote won't work on her," one of them says to Redheart. "We've sedated her. She's gonna have to sleep it off."

                                            >"Good, thank you," Redheart replies, focusing on rubbing the glittery stuff all over Sunset's half-exposed breasts.

                                            >The glittery stuff evaporates into an orange mist as Redheart recites something muffled under her mask and claps her hands together.

                                            >Sunset bursts into a fit of coughs.

                                            >"Easy, easy," Redheart cautions as she props up Sunset. "Keep your head elevated. Stand up if possible, please."

                                            >"Oh Sunny, thank Celestia!"

                                            >Starlight squees uncharacteristically, the previously cold demeanor all but gone.

                                            >"I was so worried for you! Oh, I heard you were caught in the initial blast, but I knew you could make it! You're such a strong slut! U-unf..."

                                            >Sunset gets up without saying a word as Starlight's legs wobble.

                                            >Starlight collapses onto her knees, her face flushed.

                                            >She throws off her mask and gets down on her hands.

                                            >And she...

                                            >She starts kissing Sunset's feet.

                                            "Well, this is new," you mutter to yourself.

                                            >Sunset steadies herself against the taxi looking dazed.

                                            >You wave at her.

                                            >Her eyes soften as she waves back.

                                            >"Ah, acolyte. I'm glad you made it."

                                            >You blush, thinking back to how Sunset brazenly flashed her panties at you.

                                            "I-I did, hahaha... It was no problem."

                                            >Starlight moves onto Sunset's other foot and plants kisses on that, too.

                                            >You see Starlight's ass wiggling in the air.

                                            >This is the same slut who threatened to whip you to ribbons?

                                            >"Halt, inquisitor," Sunset says to Starlight, with a punch of authority.

                                            >"YES, MISTRESS," Starlight replies loudly, sitting on her knees with her back straight.

                                            >"Your mask, inquisitor."

                                            >"Yes mistress."

                                            >Starlight grabs her discarded mask and straps it on her face in a blur.

                                            >She's fast!

                                            >"I trust that the infirmary is safe?"

                                            >"YES MISTRESS," Starlight says, proudly. "No unauthorized sluts in or out, as you ordered."

                                            >"Good girl."

                                            >Starlight lets out an animalistic moan that takes you by surprise.

                                            >"Yes, yes! I am such a good girl for you, mistress!"

                                            >You look at the other inquisitor that Starlight brought along.

                                            >She shakes her head and pinches the bridge of her nose.

                                            >"This... you never saw this happen, acolyte," she says, sighing. "Inquisitor Starlight is rather... eccentric."

                                            "My lips are sealed," you reply half-heartedly.


                                            >"And I see that you kept the acolyte safe as well," Sunset coos. "Good girl, good girl."

                                            >Starlight winces at the mention of you.

                                            >"Ah, umm, yes," she stammers out. "She took me by surprise, but she was... errm..."

                                            "She threatened to whip me to ribbons," you blurt out.

                                            >Sunset's eyes turn fiery red.

                                            >Holy Celestia! Just like in your history books...

                                            >"What did you say, acolyte?"

                                            "She threatened to whip me to ribbons, Arch Inquisitor," you repeat, enjoying this a bit too much.

                                            >Sunset's fiery eyes turn to Starlight, who whimpers like a dog in response.

                                            >"Is this true, Inquisitor Starlight?"

                                            >"I--"

                                            >Starlight sighs.

                                            >"Yes, she speaks the truth. I suspected that she might be one of the Dishonored Whores and didn't want to endanger the infirmary."

                                            >Sunset glares at the whimpering inquisitor.

                                            >"Your whip, please."

                                            >"M-mistress?"

                                            >Sunset strikes Starlight in her latex-clad breasts.

                                            >"A-ahhhh~!"

                                            >Starlight lets out a pained moan.

                                            >"I said, YOUR WHIP."

                                            >"YES MISTRESS AT ONCE"

                                            >Starlight presents her whip at Sunset, lifting it above her down-tilted head.

                                            >Sunset grabs the whip and strikes Starlight across her body.

                                            >"AAAAAUAAAAUUUUGHHH~ <3"

                                            >Starlight lets out a whorish moan.

                                            >Sunset whips her again, this time across her breasts.

                                            >*crack*

                                            >"MMMMMFMFFFMMM~"

                                            >Starlight groans, her legs trembling.

                                            >Is she actually getting close to cumming from being whipped?

                                            >You wince as Sunset whips her again.

                                            >And again.

                                            >And again.

                                            >Each time, Starlight lets out a guttural moan, even going as far as wiggling her ass at Sunset.

                                            >"Yes! Yes! I am a bad inquisitor! A bad girl! Pwease whip me, mistress!"

                                            >You look at the other inquisitor again.

                                            "Shouldn't we... You know, stop this?"

                                            >The inquisitor runs her fingers through her hair, looking clearly frustrated.

                                            >"No, just let it happen," she says. "It'll get the edge off of her system. It's honestly better this way."

                                            "I see..."

                                            >Sunset whips Starlight one last time, across her upended ass.

                                            >It's hard enough to rip the latex uniform right over Starlight's pussy.

                                            >And she squirts HARD, moaning like a dying animal as she falls to the side.

                                            >Some of her ejaculate gets on Redheart's face.

                                            >She casually wipes it off with the sleeve looking utterly unfazed.

                                            >"When an acolyte or a slut asks for help, you move your slutty ass and help her. That's what Slut Inquisition is for. Understood?"

                                            >Starlight spasms as she rides out the remainder of her orgasm.

                                            >"Sluts don't hurt sluts," Sunset says, folding up the whip. "So says Celestia."

                                            >Starlight gurgles and moans, her face planted on the grass.

                                            >Sunset lifts up her foot and lands her red-sole heels on Starlight's partially exposed butt.

                                            >"So says Celestia," Sunset says firmly.

                                            >"S-so says shelestia..." Starlight moans out the words like a drunkard.

                                            >Sunset unsheathes a tactical buttplug from somewhere and stuffs it in Starlight's quivering butthole, slapping it in all the way.

                                            >She lets out a moan.

                                            >"And that's to help you remember this lesson. Do not pull that out unless ordered by me, understood?"

                                            >"Y-yesh mishtwess..."


                                            >Redheart looks at her watch.

                                            >"Are you two done? You still have Dishonored Whores to hunt down, you know."


                                            x x x


                                            >The ride back to the infirmary is awkwardly quiet.

                                            >Starlight avoids eye contact with you, her dominating demeanor completely gone.

                                            >The other inquisitor playing Flappy Floozies on her phone.

                                            >Redheart takes a deep puff on a cigarette like she's just seen combat.

                                            >"Acolyte," Sunset says, breaking the silence. "I forgot to ask. What is your name?"

                                            "I'm Moondancer," you reply. "Senior acolyte, foreign relations intern at Whores of Celestia."

                                            >"Ah, an admirable position."

                                            >She tussles at your hair, making you blush.

                                            >"Please don't mind Inquisitor Glimmer," she says, briefly glaring at her. "She's a very zealous slut. Too eager to please the Goddess and Celestia. She still needs guidance on trusting others."

                                            >"Yes, mistress," Starlight says meekly.

                                            >"We're here," announces Redheart, shutting off the engine. "Thanks for guarding the MILFs, inquisitors."

                                            >"It is but our duty, Redheart. Thanks for saving me."

                                            >"Yeah yeah," Redheart says, tossing the half-finished cigarette and leaving the ambulance.

                                            >The rest of the MILF crew leaves, followed by you and the inquisitors.

                                            >As Sunset exits, the inquisitors stand at attention and give her the slap-salute.

                                            >The collective *clap* of asses being struck echoes off of the nearby buildings.

                                            >You see several other MILFs running out to the back of the ambulance and unload the unconscious chauffeur.

                                            >"She'll be okay," reassures Redheart, suddenly creeping up from behind you.

                                            "Gah!"

                                            >"Sorry, force of habit," she says, lighting another cigarette. "Well, she's not okay-okay. She might wake up as a sex-crazed nympho. That alchemical stuff is really hard on unprotected laysluts. Without Celestia and the Goddess, we'd be on the same boat."

                                            "Thank Celestia," you mutter in response.

                                            >"Inquisitor Glimmer, back to your station please," Sunset says. "I've got to get to the nearest rally point. I have to make sure everyone's okay."

                                            >"Yes, Arch Inquisitor."

                                            >You watch Starlight crab-walking back to her squad, her ass partially exposed through the ripped latex uniform.

                                            >You also see the glint of Sunset's... Lesson buttplug? In the middle of it.

                                            >You're still trying to process how *that* happened.

                                            >"Acolyte Moondancer, you seem like a resourceful one. I'm deputizing you."

                                            "I-I beg your pardon, Arch Inquisitor?"

                                            >"These inquisitors need to stay behind and guard the infirmary. Redirect any stragglers to the rallying point if necessary. I'm still feeling the effects of the horny bomb and I'll need help if I'm ambushed by the Dishonored Whores."

                                            >With that, she strides down the marbled walkway.

                                            >Feeling that the deputization was not a request, you follow her.

                                            >You wonder if Sunset would buttplug you too if you disobeyed.


                                            x x x


                                            >The two of you arrive at the rallying point, which is actually closer than you remember.

                                            >There, several sluts are guarded by a ring of latex-clad inquisitors and members of Celestia's Whip.

                                            >"Ah, I see that Celestia's Whip has been mobilized," Sunset sighs in relief. "That means our lady Celestia is still safe somewhere. Only she has the power to authorize the Whip's internal use."

                                            >One of the whips, clad in a regulation-compliant skimpy sailor uniform, sees the two of you approaching them.

                                            >She stands in attention and shouts: "Arch Inquisitor is here!"

                                            >The inquisitors and whips butt-salute Sunset with a synchronized *thwack*.

                                            >"At ease, inquisitors and whips," Sunset says. "What's the situation?"

                                            >"We lost several sluts to the horny miasma, honorable slut," the whip replies. "They ran off to the arboretum stripping off their slut garbs. We... We couldn't get to them in time."

                                            >Sunset growls in her mask.

                                            >"Honorable slut," the whip inquires. "We heard that you were near the blast when it happened. You must've taken the full brunt of the horny miasma!"

                                            >"I did, but I'm fine," Sunset says dismissively. "We have to find those sluts. Can you spare a few of your whips or inquisitors to help us?"


                                            What now?


                                            >Hey wait a minute, how did Sunset not turn into a drooling horny mess when she was so close to the alchemical blast?

                                            >"Hey, so uh... Are you and Starlight like, fucking?"

                                            >Finally, a chance to put your slut combat training to use. Let's go find these sluts before Dishonored Whores suck the girlcum out of them!

                                            >(write-in)